Tears.

Dueling Fates Pt. 2

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Fem Reader

Summary: After a particularly messy night left you feeling dirty, Anakin tries to fix things.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni pls, p in v sex, unprotected sex, swearing, choking, biting, daddy kink, alcohol, potentially dangerous situations with strange men, name calling, dirty talk, cunnilingus, smutty shit nothing too crazy idk

A/N: Part two (part one here) was requested by @granillx! Thanks so much for reading guys, this one’s … Super long. But by now you should see i’m gonna keep apologizing for long pieces while simultaneously not attempting to make them shorter. regardless i hope you all like it!

Word Count: 5.5K

Twenty-four hours. That’s all it took for Anakin to come searching for you when you didn’t bother to seek him out after your little endeavour in his bedroom, clarity set in the second you woke up that morning. You didn’t want to see him, the events had made you feel dirty. You racked your brain for the entire duration of that time, you thought of how used you felt, how infuriated both of your Masters and the Council would be, how wrong it was. It was far too easy for him to wrap you around his finger, figuratively and literally. That bothered you too, you’d have liked to think you had more willpower than that.

You were sat at a table in the back corner of the dining hall when you felt a familiar energy enter the space. Your eyes closed for a moment in frustration as you stopped picking at your food. When you opened your eyes again, his tall frame was in front of you with his arms crossed. His hair fell over his face and he looked like he hadn’t slept. You placed your fork down and rested your hands on the table as you looked up at him, trying to seem as uninterested as possible.

“Where were you? I told you to come back tomorrow. It’s tomorrow.” His voice was colder than you’d expect it to be and it immediately put you on the defensive. Your hands clenched and unclenched where they rested on the table. You took a deep breath to avoid snapping at him, you were still reeling after all.

“I made no promises, therefore I owed you nothing.” You shrugged as you began to pick up your tray to leave. He pushed it back down and it slammed down as he sat in front of you. His eyes were dark but this was normal when he spoke to you. You weren’t dumb enough not to notice how he looked at others, there was a kindness to him. Add that to the shit list. He can’t even look at you with respect. You thought to yourself. His eyebrows furrowed. It was clear he sensed what you were feeling.

“Do you regret what happened?” His tone was hushed now. You looked at him for a moment. Silence filled the air. He stared at you, reading your emotions. With a sigh he ran his hands through his hair. “Listen. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just wanted to be closer to you.”

You scoffed. “Based on your own words that wasn’t what you wanted at all. You wanted to make me look pathetic and desperate. Or did you forget?” You spat and pulled your tray from under his hand. With a swift motion you stood up and limped away to the disposal station to rid yourself of the food you’d barely eaten. Your wounded leg was clearly not healed yet, it had only been a day and you were exhausted from lying to people about what happened. Another jot note on the shit list. You thought.

You sensed him following you and you kept walking until you reached a small and empty garden in the middle of the temple. The sun was bright as it set on the horizon and the flowers were in bloom. “Quit following me.” You muttered as you stared at the orange clouds.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He repeated and you turned around quickly. You walked over to him until there was barely a foot of space between you two and crossed your arms over your chest. “I heard you the first time. You think I don’t see what you’re doing here, Skywalker?” Your voice was filled with venom and for a moment he looked disappointed, almost remorseful. He didn’t speak.

“I know you’re just being nice so I’ll follow you back to your room and let you defile me again.” Your voice was quiet, as not to let anybody hear. He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to defile you… I just- It felt right.. It did for you too. I know it. You wanted to be close to me, too. You’re just mad because you broke a stupid rule.” His words made you laugh. You were so mad you laughed. This was never good.

“How dare you tell me how I feel?” You were still laughing. Your pointer finger pressed on his chest and you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m hearing a lot of ‘I didn’t mean to.’ What did you mean to do when you called me a pathetic bitch?” He stepped away from you and his gloved hand rested on your upper arm. You shook it off immediately. “Touch me again and I’ll take your other hand.” You spat.

“I said it before. I meant to get closer to you. You drive me insane. I’m so fucking mean to you all the time because I cannot know you as I wish I could. I can’t have you in the way I desire.” His hushed words bounced around in your head and made your ears burn with anger.

“Like I’m some.. Thing? To be had? A fucking commodity?” Your words came out slow and intimidating. His eyes closed. For once, you saw him in a state where he seemed genuine. He seemed to be telling the truth but you didn’t care. You did not deserve to be treated that way. “Search your feelings, Y/N-“ He started and you jabbed your finger into his chest again.

“Don’t. Do not fucking site that shit to me like you’re so high and mighty.” Your eyes stung, you’d never been this upset. You stepped away from him and turned your back to him to take a few breaths in order to calm yourself. Fear, anger, sadness. They were very strong within you and you’d be damned if you let this be the reason you did something stupid.

He sensed your calm and approached you, only getting close enough for you to hear him. Nothing more, nothing less. “I’m sorry.” His words shocked you and you shook your head. Silence blanketed the air. Again.

You were never one to leave words unspoken but with him it was almost impossible to speak without doing something you regretted, like getting mad or letting him finger fuck you on cold tiled floors. Not even a bed. Shit list. Your inner voice repeated. You felt like pulling your hair out. He had so many red flags, so many problems. Why was it so hard to just hate him forever?

You turned to him. “Next time you want a fuck toy to make you feel better? Walk down about six blocks to that dingy bar in the lower levels. I’ve heard what you go there for. Stick to it because I won’t be of service to your sick fantasies again.” Your eyes seemed to look through him as you you walked past him, making sure you hit your shoulder against his. You watched him stagger a bit at the impact. “Fine.” He muttered as the doors to the garden closed behind you.

He’s sorry? Oh he’s sorry. How swell. How fucking perfect! Happy endings for all! Now we just have to find some banthas to ride into the sunset. Your thoughts stewed as you made your way to your room. You were done for the night. You just wanted to sleep but that was not a possibility. Your feet pulled you around your room in a pace that you didn’t quite enjoy due to your leg injury. You winced with every other step but you couldn’t stop thinking, and walking, and thinking again.

As you stepped out onto the balcony of your room for some fresh air to cool you down you saw a small figure with its hood up sneaking through the brush outside the temple. No god damn way it’s him. You thought as you focused your energy onto the figure. It was him. He was actually gonna go to that stupid bar.

Something in you urged you to follow him, to see what he was going to do. You tried to fight it but as you watched him get further away you succumbed with a frustrated groan. The best course of action was to go in regular clothing as not to be perceived as a Jedi. Trouble wasn’t something you fancied getting into and word travelled fast around Coruscant.

You put on one of the only pieces of normal clothing you had, a black dress with puffy sleeves. Maker, you hated this dress but it was a gift from your mother and one of the only things the Council allowed you to keep to remember her by. ‘Besides, everybody needs something nice to wear for special occasions.’ Your Master, Adi Gallia, had argued for you to the Council. You smiled at the memory before remembering what you were doing. You put on your robe over the short dress and tied it tight around you before pulling the hood over your head.

You decided to take the easiest route into the brush. The balcony. You’d done this a million times to watch meteor showers after curfew. It was a relatively easy feat when your leg wasn’t injured. You’d forgotten but by the time you were scaling down the column next to your balcony it was too late. Your face contorted in pain as you climbed down and hopped to your feet on the soft grass below. You ran straight into the brush and found yourself on the streets very soon. You had ditched your robe in the bushes right at the edge of the tree line to seem like a normal civilian and you began the trek to the lower levels. Your limp wasn’t making you move any faster but the cold air and your motivation was strong enough to make you prevail.

You arrived within a half hour. Your breath was heavy as you heard music blaring through the building that was illuminated by neon lights. You ventured in and began to look for Anakin as the smell of alcohol and body odour hit your nose. It really was grimy here.

It didn’t take you long, his presence essentially formed a beacon guiding you straight to him. You kept space between the two of you as you watched him. His hands rested firmly on the hips of a Twi’Lek woman who stood in front of him where he was sitting. She was beautiful. You rolled your eyes when he smiled up at her with that same smile he used to charm you in his bedroom. His head snapped toward you as you stared and you ducked behind somebody. Clearly, your presence was just as loud as his. You cursed under your breath. You were sure he saw you but he made no attempt to come to you.

You felt a hand tap your shoulder and when you looked at the source it was a strange looking man. A species you’d never seen before, almost humanoid but something was off. “What’re you doing here alone, young lady?” He asked, he must have been about 7 feet tall and his breath stank of something more rancid than the drinks they served here. You looked up at him. “Visiting.” You said politely. You weren’t here to step on toes. Especially when those toes were anchored to a man much taller and bigger than any you’ve seen before.

“A visitor? You must let me buy you a drink. As my special welcome, of course.” He smiled at you and his teeth almost made you gag. With a curt smile you shook your head. “I’ve never drank. I don’t wish to.” You spoke as kindly as you could and the man laughed.

“All the more reason for me to buy you one! Your first drink!” He spoke as he snapped his fingers. Your shoulders tensed as a cantina worker brought you two purple drinks in small, clear glasses balanced on a tray in her left hand. You smiled uncomfortably at her as you took one and he took the other. He clinked your glasses together and you gave the liquid a weary look. You had to stay under the radar and avoiding this would make you look suspicious. As you lifted the glass to your lips and closed your eyes you felt somebody knock it out of your hand. Your eyes opened to Anakin standing between the two of you, his eyes were blazing and his jaw was so tight you could nearly see every crevice of every muscle in it.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He spat and the man rested a hand on his shoulder. “You know this girl, Skywalker?” He asked. Anakin was clearly a regular around here. The boy in front of you, blazing with anger simply nodded and the man nodded in response. His put his hands up in surrender and walked away.

“I see you took my words to heart.” You crossed your arms as you glanced down at the broken glass beneath you both. Nobody even seemed to bat an eyelash at the glass shattering. It probably happened fairly often, it wouldn’t surprise you given the state of the disgusting building. “I see you’re an idiot.” He spat as he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the establishment. The air was colder now and he pushed his robe at your chest.

“An idiot-“ He cut you off. “I don’t want to hear it. Cover up. Has nobody ever told you not to take drinks from strangers? That guys a fucking creep. He would have had you in every way he could when you passed out five minutes after drinking that shit.” His voice boomed over the music and you dropped your head. He smelt like alcohol and perfume.

He snatched his robe from your unwilling hands and wrapped it around you and he tied it tight causing your breath to get caught for a moment at the impact. “And what the hell are you wearing? God. Fuck you’re so smart. You’re the smartest Jedi I know but you’re so god damn clueless!” His words were filled with anger and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I wanted to know.” You muttered. “Know what? That I came to do exactly what you told me to do? What is it you want? Please just fucking tell me. You drive me insane, you let me have you, you reject me, and now you’re following me to see who and what I’m doing?” His jaw was clenched and he spoke through his teeth. You shook your head again. “Use your fucking words god damn it, Y/N!” He yelled. You looked at him shocked and he instantly softened.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and he sighed, shaking his head. “You should have never come here. Let’s go. Now.” His words were softer but still held a stern aura to them. It made you feel like shit. He held your arm firmly like you would run away back to the man in the cantina if he let you go as he tugged you back to the Temple. After a few minutes of silence you pulled your arm from him and he snapped to look at you. “What now?”

“What about your little girlfriend?” You muttered and you swore he got right back to being as angry as before but this time he pulled you toward him by your hip. “She had the same name as you. That’s what about her.” He seethed and his intense, blue eyes bored holes into your own. Your face softened and your cheeks caught the lightest pink tinge. “What were you going to do with her?” Your voice was quiet.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? I had to come rescue you.” His hands grip on your waist tightened as he stared down at you. “Why won’t you let me have you?” He whispered, his forehead falling against yours.

“You made it pretty easy to believe you were just using me. You used my clothes to clean yourself off and threw them at me before shooing me away like some sort of 99 cent whore.” You looked up into his eyes and immediately dropped your gaze again. He sighed. “I’m not the most.. Romantic. When it comes to that stuff, but I swear on everything. I care about you. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to have you more than anything.” His hand cupped your cheek and his thumb brushed against your skin. Your lips pressed into a line after you let out a deep sigh. You searched his eyes, he was being truthful. You could see it, feel it. “I made you feel good didn’t I?” His words were laced with the faintest smile and you nodded your head immediately. The heat from his body combating the cold air on the planets lower levels made you feel safe.

“Atta girl.” He whispered and your cheeks reddened again. He glanced down at your leg and remembered you had hurt it. His arms snaked around you and he picked you up bridal style, a shocked gasp left your mouth. “You were supposed to be resting that leg. Not walking 30 minutes in the cold to find me.” He mumbled as he began walking.

“I’ll rest it when I get back.” Your protests came to no avail and you sighed. This was nice, not having to walk. You wrapped your arms around his neck in defeat as he snuck you two back home.

He picked up your robe from where you told him you hid it and successfully snuck you back into your room without a single person noticing. Who would notice? The entire Jedi Temple was fast asleep anyways. His arms pulled away from your body as he sat you down on your bed. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He said as he walked toward your door.

“Anakin.” You stopped him and he turned around, his eyes bright with hope. “Stay.” You whispered and he made no hesitation to walk toward you and sit next to you. Your cold hands cupped his warm cheeks and you pulled him in to a kiss. He sighed against your lips as you both tried desperately to deepen the kiss as if you wanted to be inside each other.

“Are you gonna yell at me tomorrow for what I wanna do to you?” He whispered and you shook your head. Something about the situation made you feel like this was what was supposed to happen and for once, you actually pursued it. His hands pulled you farther into the bed and he laid you down on the pillows as he pulled away from the kiss. “You look so good, Y/N. I know you have normal pants and a shirt but you wore a dress..” He whispered as he pulled on the fabric and you bit your lip before speaking. “I guess subconsciously I wanted you to think that..” You whispered back.

“Job well done.” He responded before leaning in for another kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth and you moaned quietly causing a smirk to pull at his lips that were fighting yours. He pulled the dress off with ease and began to ditch his clothing too. For the first time, you laid eyes on his bare chest and you nearly forgot how to breathe. It was better than you ever could have imagined. His muscles moved under his skin as he pushed his pants off and bunched them into the rest of his clothes only to throw them somewhere in your bedroom.

The moonlight creeping in from the horrendous curtains the Council provided the rooms with shined over him and you could have sworn you died and went to heaven. He wasted no time in letting his hands roam your body. You jumped when he is fingers grazed over a specifically ticklish part of your waist and he smirked. His hands searched your body as if he was trying to memorized every curve and detail. You watched him with bated breath as he stopped at your breasts. His hands were big enough to engulf them and he squeezed gently. A moan fell through your lips and his orbs darted between your nipples and your eyes. He leaned down to place a kiss on your chin, moving down slowly to your neck and collarbone. The feeling of his heavy breathing on your skin was enough to cover you in goosebumps as you wiggled under him with excitement.

His lips were hot as he left a trail of saliva down your body. The cold air in the room hitting the wet spots on your hot body made you shiver. He trailed his kisses down the middle of your chest and licked up towards your nipple and he caught it in his mouth. Your back arched into him and gasp echoed through the room. Your hands tangled their way into his hair and your eyes watched him, widened and in awe, as his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked away at your taught bud. His hand moved up your body to rub his thumb in circles over the one he didn’t have his mouth on. Your chest heaved at the feeling and you pushed your head back against the pillow.

“That feels so good..” You whispered through heavy breaths and he smiled against your skin. When he began to flick his tongue against your nipple and twist your other one between his fingers your legs squeezed shut under him as you felt your cunt begin to pulsate. His face lifted for a moment to blow on the soft wet skin and you moaned, tugging on his hair harder to pull him up toward you. Your lips caught his in a lustful kiss. You both smothered each other, barely moving away to breathe and your hand reached between the two of you to stroke his length. Your hand wrapped around him and he moaned into your mouth, your heart beat increased when you felt how big it was.

Before you could pump him a second time a quick, rough hand grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. “Uh, uh.” He shook his head as his eyes stared into yours. “Ladies first.” His words came out raspy and breathless. He left your hand above your head and dipped his own hand down between your legs. He fiddled around your entrance for a moment and when you squirmed he looked at you again.

“Use your words.” He spoke gruffly as he contained his own need to feel how wet you had gotten. “Please, Anakin-“ His tongue clicked against his teeth and he stopped moving his hand. He dipped down between your chin and neck, biting gently before scattering wet kisses all over the area.

“What do we call somebody who takes care of us?” The words almost came out in slow motion against your skin and your eyes widened before you stuttered it out. “D-Daddy…” You whispered. You were no stranger to this kink, but it had never been something you’d done. Your cheeks burned a bright red as he lifted his head to smirk at you. He hummed in response. “Good girl.” He whispered. “Next time you say it, say it louder for daddy.” The words pierced your ears and he slipped two fingers into your sopping hole. A whimper left your lips at the sudden feeling of him pumping his fingers in and out, curling them every so often to make that pretty gasp come out of your mouth again.

“So wet.. So ready for me.. Fuck you’re perfect.” He grunted as his cock began to grow at the thought of being inside of you. “Thank you, Daddy.” Your voice came out whiny and he loved it. He made that clear when he pushed himself off of you and pulled his fingers out. He pressed your cheeks together to make your mouth open and he slid his fingers in. You hummed against him at the taste and began sucking like your life depended on it. “That perfect fucking mouth…” He groaned with a gleam of an idea in his eyes.

With a swift motion he rolled the two of you over and sat you on his lap before spinning you around so your back was facing him. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and tugged you so your pussy was in his face and his dick was in yours. “Be a good girl and do what you just did to my fingers to my dick. I’ll make it worth your while.” His command was immediately followed as you wrapped your lips around him. His hips bucked pushing his length further into your mouth and you gagged, causing your throat to tighten around him. You bobbed your head up and down, moaning at the feeling of his heavy breathing against your pussy. He watched you for a moment, basking in the sight.

“Now that’s something I can put that smart mouth to use for.” A hand slapped down on your ass, causing a beautiful burning sensation to make itself known and you let out a muffled yelped around him. The vibrations made him shiver before he stuck his face into your pussy. The taste of you and your moans vibrating his cock made him want to touch every corner of your pussy with his tongue. He flexed his tongue and fucked you with the muscle and you damn near screamed.

Your eyes were watering and your saliva was all over him when you finally came up for air causing a string of spit to break and fall on your chin. His hands were grasping your hips firmly to keep you from moving away from him but he removed one to push your head back down.

“You’re not done till you cum.” He spoke against you and you returned to licking and sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle. His tongue moved up to your clit as he licked small, quick circles around it. He moved one hand from your hips again to push his two fingers against your hole again. When he slipped them in your entire body jumped and his gloved hand that was still holding your hips dug into you further to keep you still.

“Oh daddy-“ Your words were cut off by a gasp when he curled his fingers and began to suck on your clit. Your breathing became quicker by the second and it was filled with breathy whines as you felt a knot build in your stomach. You repositioned your mouth around him immediately to keep him from stopping. Your movements became harder to control as he pushed you further and further. You moaned around him and your legs began to squeeze his head. You shook intensely as he pulled his fingers out to lap away at the juices that came from you, letting you ride your high gently.

He stopped eating away at your pussy when you came up from him to catch your breath. Your breathing was loud and erratic. He smirked as he flipped your positions so he was on top again. It was almost too easy for him to throw you around into different positions. “What do we say when daddy makes you cum?” He whispered in your ear before biting down on the sensitive skin underneath.

“Th-thank you, Daddy.” You whimpered beneath him as your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of his teeth on you. Your back arched into him and your hands travelled to his shoulders. You held onto him as he pumped his cock between your legs with his flesh hand. “Put it in for me.” He demanded and you complied with a quick “Yes daddy.” Your shaky hand reached between the two of you and you positioned him at your entrance before pulling him into you. The head pushed through and you yelped. Your fingers dug into his shoulder and you retracted your hand from his length to join your other one as you grasped him tightly. The moan that left his mouth as he pushed into you made your head spin and his eyes started directly at you.

“Watch me. Watch me push my dick into your tight little pussy.” He groaned and your eyes dropped to watch his cock sheath itself in you. You hummed at the sight and he stopped when the base of his dick hit your body. He didn’t move and your eyes snapped back up to his, pleading him silently to do something.

“What do you want?” He cooed at you, his eyes still held a high level of intensity and the juxtaposition made you squirm. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” You whined and grinded your hips toward him to feel something. He shook his head, pushing your hips down. “You’re not gonna move. You’re gonna take this dick with your legs spread. Got it?” He spoke in a sadistic way that made your pussy clench around him. He grunted at the feeling before beginning to thrust into you. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling.

“Eyes.” He said sternly and you snapped them open to look at him again. “How’s that feel, baby?” Your breath caught in your throat at the nickname and your fingers dig deeper, causing your nails to press into his skin and he took a sharp breath. “Good, Daddy. So fucking good.” You moaned as you maintained eye contact. His movements sped up and instead of pressing your hips down, his hand trailed over the bottom of your belly and he pushed down as he sat back on his heels, angling his dick up into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed at the new feeling of him steadily thrusting against a spot that made you feel like you’d never felt before. His hand caressed your hair before trailing down to your neck. “I’m gonna do something, just trust me.” He whispered as he squeezed both sides of your neck gently, the feeling caused you to feel like you had stood up too quickly and you moaned. “I like it, Daddy.” Your words were weak and he smirked. “Good.” His pace picked up and his other hand trailed down your stomach before pressing his thumb against your clit. He didn’t move it but the feeling alone was enough to make you groan through the pressure on your neck.

“You look so good like this, baby.” He moaned, his breathing becoming louder. He circled his thumb against you causing your back to arch and you moaned his preferred nickname to him. He hummed in response when he felt you began to twitch ever so slightly.

“Another one for, Daddy.” His thumb moved a bit quicker and you felt yourself begin to drool as your mouth stayed open while he choked you. He chuckled. “My messy girl.. You can do it. Gimme another one.” He moaned when he felt your pussy begin to contract around him and he sped his pace up. You watched the muscles in his body tighten with each move and that, along with his words, did it for you. You let your juices spill over him as you found the orgasm he was helping you chase and his hand removed itself from your throat, instead grabbing your hip tightly while his other hand held your tummy down. He railed into you and multiple grunts left his lips before you felt him twitch inside of you. It wasn’t a second longer before you felt something warm spurt into you and a gasp left your lips.

He weakened immediately as little bursts of warm liquid filled you up, his body dropped down over yours and he moaned into your ear as his own body shook. His strokes slowed and he rammed into you slowly as he blew his load inside of you. “Oh fuck you felt too good to hold out.” He whispered and you giggled. “I guess I win then.” You smiled triumphantly. His head raised from your neck and he looked at you. “I have you beat 3-1. I don’t think it to be that big of a win.” His words were quiet but that confident smirk still graced his face. You rolled your eyes as he collapsed next to you. His hand rested on his chest while the other pulled you in to lay on his chest and combed through your hair.

You laid there with your hand on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat. Your eyes suddenly began to droop with exhaustion and he looked down at you. “Tired?” His voice was quiet and surprisingly kind. You nodded and hummed in response. He chuckled and got up, he began to hop off your bed and you whined, pulling him back by his arm. “I can’t sleep here.” He chuckled again and you shook your head. “Just stay till I fall asleep..” You whispered and he laid back down next to you. You laid on him and he stroked your hair until he heard small snores leave your swollen lips.

Anakin quietly slid out from under you and pulled the blanket on your bed over your body before kissing your forehead. He pulled his clothes on lazily and snuck out of your room to get to his own. His feet padded down the hallway quickly and quietly and he got to where he needed to be with no interruption. The next day came and when you two weren’t at each others throats while training Obi-Wan took it upon himself to pull Anakin aside and ask what had changed so suddenly.

“We turned a new leaf. No point in fighting, it’s only a distraction.” He responded with a shrug and you looked over at him as Obi-Wan walked away. A small smile tugged at your lips and he threw you a wink before approaching you at the training ring with his lightsaber ignited.

“Again.” He spoke sternly, a hint of a smile pulled at his own lips. “Ready to continue your losing streak so soon?” You laughed and he raised an eyebrow. “Depends. Can I continue my winning streak later?” He said with a teasing voice and a playful smile. You rolled your eyes, swinging first and he blocked causing the sound of your clashing lightsabers to fill the room.

Study Buddy- Billy Hargrove X Reader

Summary: After being paired up with Billy Hargrove on a project for school, all you want to do is get a good grade and get it over with. Knowing full well his reputation, you do your best to focus on the project when he comes over after school to help. But it’s rather hard when he won’t do any work and won’t stop looking at you like that. 

*Warnings: Smut 18+, Unprotected Sex (please use protection. this is fiction.), a lil dry humping, mention of oral sex (m receiving), Billy being a flirty fuck, Billy being obsessed with you, he has a staring problem, cursing, hickeys, mention of divorce, fluffy ending *

It had been a regular day of school when Billy Hargrove first arrived. You had went to your first period as usual. Hearing excited whispers from various classmates. 

You had furrowed your brows and asked Nancy what was going on. She told you simply that ‘Apparently a new guy moved to Hawkins. He is supposed to be really hot. His name is Billy Hargrove.’

You had rolled your eyes and went back to your work. You felt as if you left your interest in boys back in Sophomore year when this boy named Alex broke your heart. Now, it was all books and movies. No extra drama. No boyfriends, no flings, nothing.

You were still a teenager. You went to parties and had fun. You just had to roll your eyes every time a stinky, acne faced boy would attempt to get with you. As if.

You had gone onto your second period without giving the rumors another thought. You sat in your normal seat and got out your binder. 

The bell rung and your teacher started babbling on about the test tomorrow. Nancy tapped your shoulder from the seat behind you and asked silently if you would help her study. You agreed. Like she even had to ask anymore. 

The classroom door opened, signaling the arrival of a late student. 

You had to do a double take.

You could tell by the cocky way he walked in and smirked at the teacher that he was the new kid everyone was talking about. But he didn’t look like a kid. No… he looked like a man. A model. Something you only saw on the covers of magazines and in TV shows. 

Let’s just say he stood out among the other boys at your school.

They weren’t wrong about his looks. He was incredibly attractive. Curly, dirty blonde hair that framed his face well. You had never liked the idea of a mullet but damn, he made it look good. 

He had the most beautiful eyes, blue like the sea. Eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of. Eyes that darted around the classroom in search of an empty seat. 

Of course, he’d spot the one next to you. 

His gaze met yours and you quickly averted your gaze back to the teacher who went back to lecturing.

 He sat down and you could hear the whispers coming from the back of the class.

It annoyed you that everyone seemed so obsessed with him all of the sudden. He was the talk of the school. You could tell why. But just because he was attractive didn’t mean you had to like him.

You tried your best to keep your eyes forward. And you succeeded. 

Until you felt a tap on your shoulder, “Hey, could I borrow a pencil?”

You got out an extra pencil and handed it to him, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice. 

You felt your confidence shrink as his eyes raked over you, taking the pencil from between your fingers. 

He smirked, “Thanks, doll.”

You went back to your notes, ignoring the nickname, all too aware that his stare lingered. You could see him staring from your peripheral. 

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from making some smart ass comment to him about it.

You could make out the pearly whites of his teeth. Smiling like he knew his mere existence was bothering you.

You swear he didn’t even write anything down with the pencil he borrowed from you. 

You felt Nancy tap on your shoulder and pass you a note when the teacher’s back was turned.

You unfolded the ripped piece of paper and froze at its contents, ‘He’s totally checking you out.’

You sighed and chewed on the inside of your cheek while scribbling out your response, ‘Good for him.’

‘You’re crazy! The hot new guy is totally staring and you won’t even give him a second glance!’

You rolled your eyes, of course she would encourage this. 

‘I’ve given him plenty of glances. And I’ve seen enough to know that a dude that hot can only bring trouble.’

You heard her chuckle under her breath. 

You spared a glance to your right, only to be met by his sapphire eyes again. 

He had the nerve to wink at you.

This time, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

-

You were grateful when the bell rang. You swiftly gathered your things. 

Nancy was quick to catch your eye. Ready to talk about him.

She motioned towards Billy and you scoffed in response. You were not going to talk to him any more than you had to. 

You quickly linked arms with her and ushered her out the door. As soon as you reached the hall, there was a tap on your shoulder. 

You gave Nancy a look, knowing full well who it was. She smiled at you and bid you goodbye, leaving you to deal with him.

You turned and raised your brows expectantly, “Can I help you?”

Billy chuckled and held up your pencil, “Thought you might want this back.”

You eyed the pencil warily, “You keep it. You’ll probably need it.”

Who didn’t bring a pencil on their first day of school?

He grinned, “You’re probably right. Thank you… by the way.” he squinted, “I don’t think I caught your name…?”

“You’re welcome. And it’s Y/n.” you wanted to cut this short.

“So… Y/n, I’m obviously new here and I was wondering if maybe… you’d wanna show me around sometime?”

You wanted to laugh. Of course he was asking you out. “I don’t think so. It was nice meeting you though.”

You turned on your heel, heading to your locker. Nancy would have a hissy fit when she found out you turned him down. She was always on you about getting back out there. About wanting you to find someone so you could go on a double date with her and Jonathon. 

But you didn’t care. Billy could, and probably would, find someone else to show him around. 

-

You had gone through the rest of that day, only to find that Billy was not only in your last class, but to find that he was sitting next to you yet again. You swore the universe had it out for you or something. 

You had made it a point to ignore him for the whole period. 

But again, the cosmos had it out for you. The teacher announced a project in his nasally voice. 

You rolled your eyes as he stated he would be picking partners for the class.

You clenched your jaw in anger when he read out your name.

Great. Your least favorite teacher happened to pair you up with your least favorite person in the room.

You couldn’t believe this shit. You wanted to protest. To ask for a different partner. Anyone else. But you knew that this teacher already gave you a hard time so it would’ve been for nothing anyways. 

You sighed and finally acknowledged Billy’s presence, “Looks like I’m stuck with you.”

He chuckled, “It must be fate.” He smiled charmingly at you. 

“Something…” you muttered under your breath. 

You would think he would be deterred after an obvious turn down. Guess not. He seemed elated to be working with you.

He managed to stay silent for a few minutes and let you re-explain the project to him since he wasn’t paying attention when the teacher did the first time. 

You had a feeling you were going to be doing this one by yourself. And that was fine by you. You preferred it that way. “If you want me to do it and then just put your name on it, I can.”

He raised his brows at your offer, “Now, why would I make you do all the work?”

“Trust me, it’ll be easier that way.” you didn’t mean it to come out so rude, “I mean… you just got here and I know more about this anyways… and-”

He laughed, “I know what you mean, dollface.”

You pursed your lips at the nickname. 

He just licked his lips, amused at your reaction. 

“I’ll help. I insist.” his eyes sparkled with mischief. 

You knew this wasn’t going to be an in-class assignment so that would mean you two would have to meet up outside of school. Just your luck. 

“Fine. Are you free right after school?” you hesitantly asked.

The corners of his mouth quirked up a little, “I have to take my step sister home first but after, yeah.”

Stepsister? You definitely wouldn’t have pegged him for the older brother type.

You ripped off a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote your phone number and address on it. You hesitantly handed it to him, “Okay, here’s my number and address. Just come over when you’re done.”

The grin he gave you told you that he thought he just scored.

“Now don’t think you can just call or show up whenever you want.” you warned, knowing where his mind was going.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he folded the scrap of paper and tucked it away in his jacket pocket, smiling like the cat who got the canary.

You had a feeling this was a bad idea.

-

As soon as you got home, you were antsy. Looking around the house, cleaning up a bit. Not because you cared what Billy thought. At least, that’s what you told yourself. 

You halfway wished your mother would come home. But she wouldn’t be much protection anyways.

Your single mom was always working and when she wasn’t the two of you were hanging out. She was more of a friend than a mother. Worse than Nancy at pressuring you into going on dates. Encouraging you to live your teenage years to the fullest. To love any chance you got. 

You could tell she wished she’d done the same.

She wouldn’t be home until later that night. 

Leaving you all alone in a house where you would be spending the next few hours with a boy you just met, who was clearly into you as more than just a friend or classmate.

You sighed and sat on the couch, waiting for the moment when he would arrive.

-

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when the doorbell sounded. 

You opened the door to see him standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, car parked out front. 

The sunlight illuminated him. Bounced of his golden hair and made the curls shine. Brought out the tanned hue of his skin and emphasized how tall he was compared to you.

You gave him a friendly smile, which he returned. 

“Come on in…” you invited, making way for him to enter.

You watched as he looked around your house. “Nice place.”

“Thanks.” You shut the door and kept your eyes trained on him as he observed the place. 

“Looking for something?” you asked quietly

He turned and tilted his head, “Your parents? Siblings? Pets?”

“Oh, uh… it’s just my Mom and I. She won’t be home till later…”

You were nervous as you saw his eyes light up, “Good to know.”

“Right… well my room is upstairs so…” you led him up to your room.

You cursed as you realized your record player was still playing AC/DC from when you were cleaning your room earlier, “Shit, sorry.” You went to turn it off. 

“Leave it.” Billy looked impressed, “Didn’t think you’d be a Rock N’ Roll kinda girl.”

You turned the volume down a little and got out your supplies for the project, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. One of them being that I actually do my schoolwork. Now… I could use your help with this.”

He took a seat next to you on your bed, looking at the rough sketch you drew before he got there, “How can I be of service?”

“I need your input on the layout. Where do you think this should go? I was thinking up here…”

When he didn’t respond you turned your head to look at him, only to find him inches away from your face, staring at your lips.

“Billy.” You glared at him.

He blinked a few times, “Sorry, what did you say?”

You repeated yourself. He gave a noncommittal answer.

You sighed and decided you were gonna have to take the reins on this project anyways. 

You avoided asking him any questions. Every time you did, he wouldn’t be paying attention.

Always staring at you in a trance.

You huffed as he, yet again, was not helping. “Are you actually gonna help me or are you just gonna keep spacing out the whole time?”

He looked back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I’ll pay attention if you do something for me.”

“And what is that?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Kiss me.” he said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Your heart skipped a beat, “Excuse me?”

“Kiss me.” he prompted.

Your heart fluttered again like a thousand butterflies in your rib cage. He couldn’t be serious. 

You knew he was though.

You shook your head, laughing, “Forget it, Hargrove.”

“Come on… what’s the harm?” 

You swallowed and kept your eyes on the project. The harm is that you knew if you kissed him, it wouldn’t be a one time thing. You didn’t want to get involved. He would just end up breaking your heart in the end.

You just kept shaking your head, determined to do this project all by yourself if you had to. 

He turned your face toward his, making you look at him.

You were scared. Scared of how handsome he was. Especially up close. 

You were scared of how good he smelled and how dark his eyes were when they looked at you.

You were terrified at how quickly he seduced you. 

You were inches away from those perfectly shaped lips that were literally calling your name.

“Y/n…” he purred, “I know you want to.” he teased.

“And how do you know that?” You practically whispered.

He smirked, “Because you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you. I see the way you look at me… and we both know I have a staring problem. There’s a good reason for that. You’re… distracting…”

Did he just call you distracting?

You sighed and looked down, no longer having the willpower to deny it. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him.

He had a certain pull. Something you couldn’t explain. A sexual heat that radiated off of him. There was a thousand times more chemistry between the two of you than there ever was with your ex.

And it was obvious he was attracted to you too.

It was impossible not to feel it.

He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You met his gaze again.

He was so close. Leaning in, a final whisper on those full lips, “Please…”

How could you deny him? Deny yourself? What’s one kiss?

You turned to him and closed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath through your nose when your lips finally met his.

Your heart was hammering against your chest. A jolt of hot white lightning struck your heart and traveled all the way down to your core. 

Your lips molded against his perfectly. 

His hand came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. Leaning closer, he captured your lips again and again. 

He ran his tongue over your bottom lip and nipped at it.

You let his tongue tangle with yours. Both of you moaning into the kiss.

It was hot. Both of you eager to taste one another.

You pulled back to breathe, but it was hard. You could feel your heart beat in your ears, your lips tingled.

He stayed close, breathing the same air as you and gazed deep in your eyes. You felt… connected.

You had never felt anything so intense. No one had ever kissed you like that. You trembled as he leaned in again. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as his plump lips moved in sync with yours. 

Your hand came up on its own and tangled in his hair. His curls were soft as you pulled him closer to you. Letting your tongue circle his in a dance the two of you seemed to already know.

The taste of him was enough to make you moan into his mouth. He echoed you in response and shoved your project off the bed and onto the floor in an effort to get closer to you. 

You broke the kiss, gasping at his actions, “Billy!”

He chuckled, “Screw the project. The only thing I want to do right now is you.”

You rolled your eyes yet smiled at his antics. You knew this would happen. Oh well. Kissing Billy was so much better than schoolwork.

He positioned himself in between your legs and attached his mouth to yours once more. He seemingly couldn’t get enough of you. The feeling was mutual.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You could feel his bulge pressing up against you through his jeans. 

His hips were pressed flush up against yours as you made out. Your core clenched at the thought of making him hard. At the thought of what was in those pants. 

You wanted it. You wanted him. Fuck it.

Your hands went to unbutton his shirt, lips still busy. Once you successfully got it unbuttoned, he took it off and threw it elsewhere. The tank top underneath soon following it. 

You didn’t mean to stare but fuck. He was a specimen. He was ripped. Arms that bulged, big and strong. Smooth, tan skin. Buff chest leading down, down, down. You let your eyes rake over him, landing on that little trail of hair that lead into his pants.

You would’ve squeezed your thighs had he not been between them. You licked your lips, wanting to kiss every inch of him. 

Wetness flooded at the sight of him as he leaned back over you, smirking, “See something you like, babydoll?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He ground his hips into yours, going to your neck to leave little kisses down the length of it. You happily titled your head to the side to let him. 

You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his when he bit down, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. Tongue soothing the sting.

He hummed against you and ground his hips in circles, sucking hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. Marking you as his.

He pulled back when your shirt stopped his path. 

You sat up and gladly threw it on top of the long forgotten project. 

His lips immediately fastened themselves to the newly exposed skin. Eager to leave marks everywhere he could. You reached back and unclasped your bra, throwing it with your shirt. 

His eyes widened an inch and he took a deep breath. He groaned at the sight of your bare breasts. Stunned. “Jesus, Y/n. You’re gorgeous.” 

You giggled, “See something you like?” You repeated his words from earlier.

He answered you with a growl and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and circling it with his tongue. His hands groped your boobs as he littered them with hickeys.

You let out a breathy moan. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy giving them attention. Your nipples were so sensitive and his erection was moving so deliciously over your clothed core as he humped into you. You could probably cum just like this. 

But you wanted him inside you. Wanted to feel him in every way possible. Wanted to feel good for once. Allow yourself to give into your desires.

You brought his lips back up to yours and went to unbutton your pants. 

His kisses became greedier as if he knew what was to come. 

He unbuttoned his own pants and quickly discarded them as you did too. 

Billy bit his lip and admired you, a hand coming down to cup his bulge. 

You felt wetness pool in your panties at the sight of him touching himself. 

You hooked your fingers in his underwear and pulled him closer to you. Kissing him, you ran your hand over his hard on. His hips bucked into your hand, he groaned as you grabbed him through the thin fabric.

You slowly pulled them down, longing to see underneath. As soon as his length sprang from its confines, your mouth watered. He was perfect. In every way. 

Long and thick, everything your ex was not. Your mouth hung open as you stared hungrily at his member. 

It twitched under your gaze and you glanced back up to see Billy smirking lightly at you. His own eyes staring hungrily back at you. 

You licked your lips, wanting him in your mouth. You wanted to taste him. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to lick every inch of him.

He chuckled breathlessly. As if he could read your mind, he spoke in a low voice, “I know that look, doll. And fuck, do I want you to. But I also know that I won’t last if you wrap those perfect lips around me.”

You smirked and took him into your hand, stroking him up and down, “Maybe next time, then.”

You winked at him as his eyes went hooded. “Next time?”

You chuckled and kissed him, all tongues and teeth.

You shimmied your panties down your legs and spread them wide for him.

He looked down and let out a moan when he saw you bare and dripping for him.

His fingers trailed over your clit lightly, circling it slowly. You whined as they spread your slick, “Billy…”

He made a noise deep in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from your entrance. He slid one of his fingers inside, then two. “Fuck baby… all this for me?”

“For you…” you whispered as he pumped them.

He took them out and gaped at the glistening arousal on his fingers. He circled them over the head of his cock before wrapping his hand around himself. A broken moan escaped his mouth.

It was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Ever heard. You couldn’t help but moan along with him. 

He bent down to deliver a quick yet heated kiss to your lips. 

“Billy please…” you ached for him. You could feel your sex throbbing with need.

He positioned himself closer in between your legs, running his weeping tip over your clit. Then, up and down the length of your slit. Making his cock even wetter with your juices. You groaned in unison. 

You spread your legs even wider as he carefully slipped the head inside you.

He hissed through his teeth, pausing, sweat upon his brow. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You clenched around him as he steadily pushed all the way in. He watched, mouth hung open in a continuous moan as inch after inch disappeared inside of you.

He bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours. You cursed at the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck…” you leaned up to kiss him, “You feel so good.”

He let out a mixture of an incredulous laugh and a moan. “You feel so fucking good, Y/n. Oh my fucking god.” 

He slid out slowly, pumping his hips forward as soon as he got halfway out. He breathed heavily, thrusting at a faster pace. 

He was torn between looking at where you two were joined, to your marked up tits, to your face that was scrunched beautifully in pleasure. 

“So wet…” he murmured under his breath. “So gorgeous…”

You turned your head so you could nip at his neck as he plowed into you. This only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts gaining speed. “Fuck, Y/n-”

You hummed, his salty skin between your teeth. The taste of him was heady. Pheromones released rapidly, making you feel high.

You were certain he was feeling it too, pupils blown, filthy noises coming from those sinful lips as you worked on his neck.

You watched in awe at his muscles shifting under his sweaty skin with every movement. Every thrust hitting your g-spot, his pelvis rubbing against your nub. Cries of pleasure escaped you. 

You clasped your hands around his neck, overcome by the pleasure he was sending through your body. He grunted loudly into your neck, “Fuck, you are such a good girl. So good for me.”

His words of praise made you clench around him, your orgasm was building fast. He pulled you flush against his sweaty body and slammed into you over and over, making your eyes roll back.

“Billy… baby I’m gonna cum.” you whimpered, the pressure building.

“Fuck yes princess, I want you to cum for me,” he moaned into your neck, never ceasing his relentless pace. “Let me hear you…feel your sweet fucking pussy squeeze me…”

You were going to cum and you knew it would be intense. You braced yourself as he pounded into you. 

You threw your head back as pure ecstasy flooded through your entire body. Your stomach contracted and you moaned with every hot pulse of your climax. 

You screamed Billy’s name, your walls squeezing hard around his length.

It was unlike any sensation you had ever felt before. Pure euphoria. 

He let out a guttural moan, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His noises were enough to send you spiraling once more.

His thrusts became sloppier and his groans and whimpers became quieter as the two of you slowly rode out your highs together. 

He sucked a bruise on your shoulder, aftershocks flowing through both of you.

You stayed connected for a minute. You bit your lip, feeling his breaths fan over your skin as he panted, catching his breath.

Your eyes widened as you just realized what you had done.

You just had sex with Billy Hargrove. And you loved every second of it. You never knew it could be this good. This passionate. This satisfying. 

You wanted to laugh as you spotted your half finished project laying on the floor. 

He pulled out slowly, head turning to rest on your chest. His weight was grounding as he wrapped himself around you.

You lay content. Billy started to draw patterns on your skin, brush his fingers lightly over the marks he made. 

You could feel him smile against you. 

You rolled your eyes, but smiled fondly. “You never had any intention of helping me with the project, did you?”

He was silent for a moment, but looked up at you with a pouty lip and glittering eyes, “If I said ‘no’, would you be pissed?”

You shook your head, “No. I figured as much.” 

He chuckled against you.

The question of ‘What happens next?’ lingered in the air like the aroma of sex.

You didn’t want to ask it. You wanted this moment to last forever. All you wanted was to lay there with him. 

Why did everything have to be so complicated?

The pair of you startled as a loud crack of lightning sounded from outside. Thunder rumbled and rain started to pour. 

You could feel Billy’s heartbeat increase against you.

The drops of water pattered against your window. A surprise storm raging outside.

You went to sit up. Billy reluctantly rolled off of you.

Getting up from the bed, you reached for your clothes.

“Hey…”

You turned to Billy and caught the shirt he threw you. His.

You tried not to smile as you slipped it on, suddenly enveloped by his scent. 

“Thanks.” you went to exit the bedroom.

He quickly slipped on his underwear and grabbed your hand, “Where are you going?”

His eyes were wide. Was he scared? You fought back a smile at the thought of a guy as tough as Billy, scared of a little thunder.

“I’m going to call my mom, she definitely won’t drive in this shit.” you laced your fingers with his and pulled him closer, “You should probably call someone too… it doesn’t look like the storm’s gonna give out any time soon.”

He raised his brows, “You’re letting me stay?”

“You can stay the night if you’d like. Wouldn’t want you to get caught out in the rain.” you winked at him.

He smiled wide and let you lead him to the phone downstairs.

After calling your mom, she stated that there was a warning out anyways and that she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. 

You let Billy use the phone, sitting on the couch to give him some privacy.

His conversation was short and he was back with you in minutes. You tried not to stare when he waltzed into the room in just his undies. 

He plopped down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder. He sighed but you could hear the smile in his voice, “I guess you’re stuck with me. Again.”

You chuckled, “That’s fine by me. Maybe we can actually get some work done on our project.”

 He groaned at the thought. Like he would be doing any of the work anyways.

-

The next morning, the sun was shining and Billy’s body was still pressed up against yours. Naked of course, due to another round of not being able to keep his hands to himself. 

You slipped out from under his grasp and started getting ready for school. Pulling out some of your over-sized clothes that you assumed would fit him, you set them on the bed for Billy to wear.

Once you were ready, slowly laid back down next to him. You admired his features. Appreciating the fact that he looked so relaxed. So at peace.

You ran a hand through his hair and stroked the side of his face softly, “Billy boy… it’s time to get up.”

He groaned and hid his face in your pillow. 

You rolled your eyes and rubbed a hand over his back, “Billy…”

He grunted in response. Obviously he wasn’t a morning person.

“Come on, we gotta get to school.” you prompted.

He rolled over and eyed you, “Fuck school.”

“It’s your second day.” 

“Still.”

You sighed, “Would you get up if I told you I made you breakfast?”

He sat up, intrigued, “For real?”

You nodded, heading downstairs to eat your own. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

-

A few minutes later, he stomped down the stairs wearing your clothes you had set out for him.

You paused, fork halfway to your mouth. He looked good. 

It was a simple black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants but fuck.

“You look nice…” you complimented. “Glad they fit.”

He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, grabbing a piece of toast and munching on it. “They smell like you.”

You laughed, “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, except for the fact that I’m gonna be smelling you all day and I’ll start to miss you…and these pants don’t exactly look like they’d be good at hiding a boner.”

You shook with laughter. “I’d love to see that.”

-

When you arrived at school, you felt like you had this huge secret. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell anyone about what happened. Although you were sure someone would find out sooner or later. 

Specifically Nancy. She kept glancing at you during first period.  She was suspicious no doubt.

Halfway through, she nudged you, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem… different. Distracted. I don’t know.”

You shrugged your shoulders and pushed your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her face dropped. She gasped. “Y/n!” she whisper-yelled.

“What?”

You realized she could see the hickeys that littered your neck. You were quick to cover them, “Shit…”

“Looks like someone had fun last night. Who was it?” she demanded an answer.

You kept your lips sealed.

As soon as she saw Billy the next period, she put two and and two together. 

She gasped and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Is he wearing…?”

You shushed her, trying to suppress a blush that was surely rising.

You heard her tear a piece of paper from her notebook. Writing fast.

‘You have to tell me everything!’

‘I’ll tell you during lunch.’

You were low-key excited to talk about it. To talk about him. Talk about the whole experience. 

You bit your lip and tried to pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying. But your thoughts kept drifting back to last night. 

Another piece of paper landed on your desk. Nancy was insatiable. 

You furrowed your brows when the note had different handwriting on it.

A messy, yet unique sprawl that had a simple message on it. 

‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. You glanced up to find Billy already staring at you, a grin of his own on his face. 

A warm feeling erupted in your chest. Maybe being stuck with him wasn’t such a bad thing.

 (Feedback is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know if you have anything you’d like to see me write.)

Three Little Words - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: hi hello i'm back with whatever the hell this is. if i've said this once i've said it a thousand times but i don't really like this i just feel like i should probably post it bc i haven't posted anything in a couple days and if i don't post i'll lose motivation so :') here you go. enjoy.

Summary: There's three things in life that Adrian Chase is really, really fucking good at: crime fighting, D&D and running away from his feelings.

Warnings: afab!reader (i tried to keep it as GN as possible though), SMUT, language, unprotected piv sex, cockwarming

Word Count: 5.6k

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Adrian wasn't sure when it happened, or how he had allowed it to happen. At first he thought he was seriously ill. He assumed the butterflies in his stomach when you were around (not to mention the ache in his heart when you weren't) was a sign of a serious, underlying health condition.

It scared him, and he spent weeks trying to figure out what was going on with his body and his mind and his heart, ignoring any and all internet articles that told him what he most definitely didn't want to hear.

He wasn't in love, that he was sure of.

....Or was he? No! He was ill. He had to be. There was no other explanation for the strange things he had been feeling.

Chris, however, thought otherwise.

"I think I might have a heart condition or something." Adrian told Chris, both of them sat on the couch in Chris' trailer. He had seen you earlier in the day (though he was certain that you hadn't seen him), and everything he had been feeling came crashing down on him all at once from just the short glimpse he had managed to catch of you. The butterflies, the tingles, the aches, the urge to just run over to you and pull you into his arms to let everyone know that you were his and he was yours. Of course that didn't happen, and instead he ended up on his best friend's doorstep, seeking whatever comfort Chris would offer.

"Dude, why would you have a heart condition?" Chris asked, bringing the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig.

Adrian shrugged, "I don't know man, but there's something seriously wrong with me."

Chris scoffed at this. He couldn't help himself. After everything Adrian had just told him, it was obvious what was troubling him, and Chris had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on, he was just refusing to admit it. Ever the expert at ignoring and running away from his feelings. "Yeah, there's something seriously wrong with you, alright..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Adrian sighed, "See? I knew it. I knew you'd notice too! I'm paler than usual and my heart keeps doing this weird thing where it feels like it's gonna jump right out of my chest. I think I have a serious condition. I should probably see a doctor. I'm seriously ill."

"Dude. You're not seriously ill."

"....I'm not?"

"No. But what you are is seriously fucking stupid." Chris got up, throwing his empty bottle into the bin as he made his way over to the fridge. "You're in love, asshole."

He almost crashed the Vigilante-mobile three times that night.

Honestly, it was a miracle that he had made it home without being pulled over (or dying, actually). His mind was racing with thoughts of you and love and how he could have possibly allowed it to happen. He had no interest in paying attention to the road.

Instead, he thought about the night he met you.

It was late, and you were alone in the bar, knocking back beer after beer like your life depended on it. Adrian had no idea why you were there, and he didn't care to ask. He just bought himself a beer, sat down next to you and the two of you fell into easy conversation.

You kept smiling at him and laughing at his shitty jokes and laughing at the serious things he said that he would never admit were serious because he never wanted to see your smile leave your lips. It made him forget about the shitty day he'd had. Made him forget about Chris' dad and the butterfly mission and everything else that had been troubling him.

An hour later, you were resting your head on his shoulder, slurring out, "Hey.... Do you-... Do you wanna come home with me? You're really pretty and i think you'd look really nice in my apartment."

He agreed. Of course he agreed, and by the time both of you left the bar he was just as drunk as you (it didn't take long for him to catch up to you after the day he'd had).

When you were around halfway back to your apartment, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you stumbled through the streets, you learned each other's names. In the elevator of your apartment building, after you hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body close to yours, he found out what your lips tasted like.

You didn't have sex that night.

Instead, you stumbled into your apartment, attached at the lips with your hands in his hair and his on your hips, and as soon as your back hit the bed you were out for the count. Adrian couldn't even find it in himself to be disappointed because you looked so fucking cute when you slept.

The two of you laughed about it the next morning as he fucked you before breakfast, lazy and slow, like you were lovers experiencing your only moment of peace together on a blissful Sunday morning. It hurt his heart when he left your apartment, but he left with your number and a request that he called you as soon as he had the chance because you liked him and you wanted to see him again.

So, he did just that.

In fact, he called you the next afternoon and within hours you were in his apartment. He left you alone in his room for a moment while he made you a cup of coffee, and when he came back he found you sat on the floor, a box in your hand.

"You play D&D?" You asked, glancing between Adrian and the boxed set in front of you.

Adrian wanted to crumple to the floor and die on the spot. "Yeah..." He grimaced before continuing, "It was a long time ago, though. I... I kinda don't play anymore."

"Oh. That's a shame. I've never played. I was hoping you could teach me." You shrugged, a pout on your lips.

It took every inch of willpower in his body for him to not get hard right there and then.

"O-oh? I mean... I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all, actually. In fact, I would love to teach you. I got bullied a lot in high school because I didn't hit puberty until my mid twenties and I spent almost all of my time in my parents' basement playing D&D with my brother and his weird friends.... But you didn't need to know that. And I should probably stop talking now and... just teach you how to play D&D." He smiled sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck, but you didn't laugh or bat an eyelid at his rambling. You just nodded and grinned at him.

He spent the next hour helping you create a character, and then the two of you spent the hours after that playing. He tried to be as animated as possible, using any and all voices and facial expressions to keep you entertained. You smiled and laughed along with him, but eventually the laughter died down and when he looked over to make sure everything was okay on your part he realised that you were staring at his lips. But it was okay, because he was staring at your lips, too.

He had the best sex of his life that night.

A few weeks passed before he found himself at your door again, dressed in his Vigilante suit, the mask pulled over his face and a wound to his side. He wasn't sure why he came to you first. You had no idea about his secret life as the crime fighting hero. Maybe it was because your place was closer, or maybe he just wanted to see you again, to fall asleep in your arms after the stressful night he'd had.

He banged his fist against your door a few times before leaning himself against the wall, his hand clutching his side, feeling the hot, sticky liquid coat his glove.

You looked so cute when you opened the door in your pyjamas, a look of fear and confusion on your features as you stared as the masked figure standing across from you with his back against the wall, a steak knife in your hand.

He couldn't help but be concerned, though. Your self defence skills clearly weren't up to scratch.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" You asked, holding the small knife up in front of you.

"Oh, now you're asking who I am? You're supposed to ask that before you answer the door. Seriously, (Y/N), I can't believe you even opened your door at 2 in the morning without asking who's there or even looking through the peephole. Sure, you had enough sense to bring a knife, but I have a bigger knife. And I have guns. Imagine if I was here to hurt you or kidnap you. You'd be done for. Your mind is the greatest weapon you have when it comes to self defence. You have to think tactically and on your feet, and this," He pointed at you, "is a piss poor effort. You really need to be more street smart. In fact, I'll teach you. We can start tomorrow. I'll get you-..."

You scoffed, lowering your knife, "Well I'm sorry for not being fully prepared for a bastard in a mask to turn up at my door this late at night."

"Apology accepted, I guess. But I still expect you to be more prepared in future. You never know who's creeping around these days."

"Dude, you're the one creeping around. Now I won't ask again. Who the fuck are you, and why are you here?" You knew that voice, the way he stood, the way he rambled on, the way he used his hands when he spoke.

"Well..." He started, "I'm here because I'm bleeding out, obviously. And I really don't wanna go to the hospital because... y'know, super heroic secret identity reasons. So I thought I'd just.. come to the nearest apartment and ask for help."

"But my apartment isn't the nearest. I live on the second floor."

Adrian breathed out a laugh, "Yeah, you're telling me. Did you know the elevator's broken? I had to walk up two flights of stairs to get to here."

"Dude, I live here, obviously I know the elevator's broken. I just-..." You sighed. Deep down, you knew the masked figure at your door was Adrian all along, you were just hoping you were wrong. "Adrian, I know it's you under there."

Adrian wasn't sure whether to be relieved that you had figured him out so quickly. I mean, what else did he expect? He knew you were anything but stupid, and that he would've had to come clean to you at some point during the night when explaining how he knew which door was yours and how he knew your name. But what it really that obvious? When he gave it a moment of thought he decided that yes, it probably was that obvious.

You reached up and tugged at the mask, silently asking for permission to remove it, which he granted with a nod. When you pulled the mask over his head, he greeted you with a grin that honestly looked more like a grimace. "Surprise...?"

You let him into your apartment and patched him up as well as you could while you listened to him explain everything, something he was incredibly grateful for. It wasn't often that sweet-busboys-turned-masked-vigilantes could show up outside of someone's door and be treated with such care and kindness.

He had the second best sex of his life that night, made bittersweet by his injury and the fact that you broke down in tears shortly after, telling him that you needed time to think about him and everything you had learned about him and what he did over the last couple of hours.

So really, he had the best sad sex of his life that night.

As he drove his car home from Chris', occasionally swerving into the wrong lane or missing his turns or narrowly avoiding other cars on the road, he realised that it all made sense, and he couldn't deny it any longer.

He was completely, hopelessly and utterly in love with you.

The pieces all fit together perfectly. It was the reason he felt like he was going to burst with excitement every time you looked at him. It was the reason why he had been so reckless in the weeks you weren't speaking, so willing to risk his life (because what did he have to lose?). The reason why your smiling face flashed across his mind right before he fell to the ground on that field surrounded by dead bodies and dead butterflies.

The reason why he felt like crying when he woke up in a hospital room and saw you sleeping in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed.

You were there because Chris had answered one of your many calls. He didn't want to lie to you, and he figured you already knew about Adrian's identity anyway, so he told you everything. Naturally, you rushed to the hospital, and you never left his side.

When you woke up, you cried and peppered his face with kisses and told him that you cared about him and that you were so worried about him when he wasn't answering your calls.

"I'm not asking you to stop being Vigilante. I would never ask you to do that. I'm just... All I'm asking is that you be more careful. I don't wanna end up having to sit next to your hospital bed for three days straight again. And I don't wanna have to patch you up every couple of days. So please, just be more careful, okay?" You asked, his hand in yours.

He nodded in understanding, but after a moment he glanced up at you with those doe eyes, "....But if I do get injured you'll patch me up, right? Honestly, I don't think I can afford anymore hospital bills and you said yourself that-..."

"Yes, dumbass." You ran your fingers through his hair gently, "I'll patch you up."

"Thank god for that, because sometimes I pick fights with guys a lot bigger than me, or they're smaller than me but they have a weapon so..." He went on explaining, and you just listened to him, glad that he was safe and alive and back by your side.

So yeah. Adrian Chase was in love, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

The weeks following his realisation consisted of him swallowing down 'I love you' left, right and centre. He couldn't begin to count the amount of times he had gotten so close to saying it, to just biting the bullet and laying all of his cards on the table for you to either indulge him or shut him out. The suspense was killing him. He wanted you to know. Needed you to know, even. Yet that small voice at the back of his mind told him to keep it to himself, that you didn't love him back.

But everything you did made him want to get down on his knees and confess his undying love.

Your shoes at his door, walking into your apartment to see you wearing his hoodie that you had proclaimed your favourite, dancing around your kitchen to Britney Spears at 3am. Even the mundane things, like how you would both stand at the sink taking it in turns to wash and dry the dishes, had him literally swallowing down an 'I love you'.

If he was going to tell you, he wanted it to be romantic. In his head he planned to tell you at some fancy restaurant, or on a drive home with the windows open and his hand on your thigh. Any quiet, serene moment between the two of you would have been perfect.

He was balls deep inside of you when it happened, though. Far from ideal, in his opinion.

Adrian was on top of you, grunting and growling with his face nuzzled into your neck as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders while you moaned out his name along with praises, telling him how good he felt and how well he takes care of you.

When he came, he came hard. Panting, moaning and grunting against your neck. And then-

"Oh fffuck... I fucking love you."

You stilled underneath him, eyes wide, breathing shakily, trying to figure out whether you had heard him right or whether your imagination was playing tricks on you.

It was only when he came down from the high that he realised what he'd said, and that you hadn't said anything to him in at least a minute.

He pushed himself up slowly, "Shit. Shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck. I'm so... I'm so sorry. Fuck. I didn't..." He trailed off. He couldn't tell you that he didn't mean it because holy fuck, he meant it. But then would telling you that he meant it make things worse for him since he had literally told you he loved you while blowing his load inside of you?

So, he did what he did best when he found himself in a situation he saw no way out of.

He slipped his cock out of you and climbed off the bed, quickly putting his clothes back on as he gathered them from your bedroom floor. He had barely even pulled his jeans up before he was pulling your bedroom door open, leaving you laid on your bed, stunned with his spend leaking down your thighs.

You got up after a moment, pulling a shirt on and following him, "Adrian, please don't go! Can we just talk? Please?" But by the time you had made it to the front door, he had already closed it behind him. You brought your hands up to your hair, gripping it tightly, resisting the urge to rip it out then and there.

He had just told you he loved you and then... left? You wanted to scream, to break down, to bash your head on the wall and knock yourself out. Instead, you leant against your door and took a deep breath.

Adrian, on the other hand, was running away from his feelings. No, he literally ran home. As soon as he got out of your apartment building, passing your neighbours and pulling his jacket on as he walked quickly, he ran. Away from your apartment, away from you, away from his feelings. Away from everything.

He didn't see you for weeks after that.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see you. He missed you, and everytime you called he had to fight the urge to pick up the phone just to hear your voice greet him, even just for a few seconds. It was more like he was too embarrassed to see you. He feared what you would say to him. Would you be angry at him for walking out? Would you grill him about why he told you he loved you in that particular moment? He had no idea how you would respond if he was to sit down and talk to you, so he simply avoided you.

Two weeks later, he came home and found the door of his apartment unlocked. He was on guard immediately, reaching into the pocket of his Fennel Fields uniform and grabbing the small knife he carried with him at all times (he bought one for you too... fuck, even knives were reminding him of you).

Adrian pushed the door open slowly, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of an intruder or an attacker. He didn't find one. Instead, to his shock, he found you laid on his couch, bare-legged and wearing only his hoodie.

You sat up straight away, "H-hey. I'm sorry for coming here uninvited. I just... You weren't answered my texts or calls and I got worried, so I asked Chris for your spare key." You shrugged. You figured that there was no way Adrian would let you in willingly. He had done nothing but ignore you for two weeks, so you had no choice but to turn to Chris. He gave up the spare key to Adrian's apartment almost immediately (he honestly seemed a little confused as to why he had it in the first place).

Adrian shook his head, "N-no... No, it's okay. This is fine. You just... I didn't expect to..." He looked down, realising he still had the knife in his hand. "Oh, shit." He dropped the knife, jumping back when it almost fell right on his foot. "I forgot I had that in my hand. I wasn't planning on stabbing you, by the way. I just got it out just in case it wasn't you. Not that I knew it was you. So maybe I was planning on using it. But I wouldn't have been planning to use it if I knew you were here beforehand." He breathed out an awkward laugh, following it up with a quiet, "Sorry."

He didn't know whether to curse Chris or thank him. He was being forced to face his feelings, but he wasn't sure that he would have ever gathered the courage to do it if you weren't right there on his couch.

You smiled at him, "Don't be sorry. I'm the one being kinda creepy. Sneaking in here uninvited. If you stabbed me, I wouldn't be angry. Well, I probably would be angry. But I'd understand."

Adrian nodded, a small smile on his lips, "Yeah."

The two of you just stared at each other in silence for a moment, until you sat up on your knees and patted the spot next to you. "Why don't you come sit?"

"This... This isn't one of those interventions, is it? Because I swear I've only killed half as many people as I used to since the whole butterfly thing. In fact, I would go as far to say that i've been slacking recently, and-..."

"No. This isn't about... whatever the hell you're talking about. Just come sit. Please." You were practically batting your eyelashes at him.

Who was he to resist when you were sitting there looking all pretty in his clothes?

Adrian almost tripped over his feet as he made his way over, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wasn't sure what to say or do, mostly because he wasn't sure what you wanted to say or do.

You didn't let his awkward demeanour deter you.

Slowly, you reached over, your fingertips brushing against the back of his neck. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, basically moaning when your hand found it's way into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently. "I've missed you, Adrian."

At first, you were angry at him for just walking out like he did. He had told you that he loved you. Sure, he chose a... weird moment to tell you, to say the least, but you were confident that he meant it. But soon your anger turned to sadness, and your sadness turned to longing. You just wanted to see him again, to ask him about that night. To tell him that you loved him too. He didn't make that so easy, though. Now that you were in his apartment, sat next to him, touching him, things felt right again.

You still had a lot to talk about, and you knew how you were going to make him talk, but you were just happy to bask in his company for now.

Adrian glanced over at you, "I-I missed you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He breathed out.

He was purring under your touch, and you were inching towards him slowly, until you were close enough to use the hand in his hair to turn his head towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

What started out slow and gentle soon turned hungry and desperate. He had forgotten just how much he had missed you in the time he'd been away from you. Your lips on his were enough to send him dizzy, and you soon found yourself being pulled on to his lap, straddling him.

Your fingers worked at the buttons of his red shirt, while his hands slipped under the hoodie, caressing your thighs and working their way up to his hips. He let out a gutteral groan when he realised that you weren't wearing underwear.

Your wetness pressed against the rough denim of his black jeans was enough to get him rock hard (then again, it didn't exactly take much to get Adrian excited).

You pulled the shirt down his shoulders, running your hands down his bare, toned chest until your fingers came across the button of his jeans. "I want you, Adrian. Can I...?"

"God, yes. Fuck. Holy shit. Yes." He wasted no time in helping you. You sat up on your knees while he pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, already rosy red and swollen and glistening with pre-cum, ready to take you.

Adrian hadn't touched himself once since the night he left you. Everytime he tried, all he thought about was you, and then he found himself too sad to even think about making himself cum. So now, he was desperately horny, ready to fuck you into next week before you eventually made him talk about feelings and love and all that other shit he would rather avoid.

You slid down on to his cock, and he threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a low moan from the back of his throat. "Ffffuck..." The grip he had on on your hips tightened, bruising and harsh as Adrian resisted the urge to thrust into you at a punishing pace.

You let out a breathless moan at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, delicious and slightly painful but it sends you dizzy and you started to consider maybe just fucking him right there and saving everything else for later. But then you remembered who you were dealing with. So, you rolled your hips once, smirking as he all but lost his mind underneath you, and then you settled down into his lap, his cock twitching inside of you as you cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you.

He looked up at you with wide, doe eyes. His lips parted in confusion and his eyebrows furrowed. "I-... Fuck... What...? What are you doing? I thought we were-... Fuck. Fuck, please."

"Adrian..."

"Fuck. Oh, fuck..." He tried to thrust up into you, his feet planted firmly on the ground and his thighs straining, but you tightened your knees against him. "God... Fuck, I need you. Please-..."

"Adrian, we should talk."

"Talk? Fuck, you wanna talk now?" His voice cracked. "Fuck, fuck. Okay. I can talk. M-my name is Adrian Chase, also known as the crime fighting hero Vigilante. I'm 30 years old. I work at Fennel Fields. My Facebook password is Eaglylovesvig420. Remember to capitalise the E, that's very important. I'm-..."

You giggled, cutting him off. "Not quite what I was looking for, but good effort. I already know your Facebook password, though."

"....You do?"

"Yeah. You mumble in your sleep. It's adorable, actually." You leant down and pressed a kiss to his nose. He looked so fucking cute, and it was taking all of your strength and willpower to hold your hips in place, to not just give him exactly what he wanted.

"W-what did you wanna talk about then?" You were clenched around his cock so good, squeezing him just right. It was driving him insane how good you felt, and how little you were doing about it.

You weren't sure if he was playing dumb or if he was genuinely clueless. "Us, Adrian. We need to talk about us."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Us? What's there to talk about? We're fine. Never been better, actually. We're perfect. Wait-... Fuck, you're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked, panic in his eyes.

"You've been avoiding me for two weeks. Dude, I thought you broke up with me."

"Oh... Sorry? That's my bad. I was just... I got busy." He wasn't exactly sure what to say about that. How to explain to you that he panicked and figured the best way to deal with his feelings was to run away.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, running your thumb across his cheek.

"M-mean what?"

"When you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

Silence. Then, a quiet, "Yeah." Followed by more silence, until he broke. "I know I said it at a really bad time since we were having sex and it probably just came across as me telling you that I loved you because you let me come inside of you, which felt fucking amazing, by the way, thank you for that. But I promise it wasn't just the sex and that I did really mean it and you can ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm in love with you. I'm being serious, even ask Eagly."

You smiled down at him. It was so funny to you how quickly he lost his mind, how easy it was to get him to talk about anything when you were sat in his lap, his cock buried deep inside of you. He hadn't realised that you were weaponising sex against him as a means to get a confession, and if he did realise, then he didn't care.

"Adrian?"

"Huh?" He was looking up at you with wide eyes, so sincere as he waited with baited breath for your response to his confession.

"I love you too."

"....Oh."

"Did you seriously think I didn't love you?"

"I-I don't know... I'm not good with feelings. You probably know that. I kinda ran away from my own feelings. Like... literally ran away. I ran home." He admitted sheepishly, but that made you laugh so his embarrassment soon subsided.

"Well, I love you. And I'm here now, and I'm not planning on going anywhere, even if you try to run away from me again. So..." You spread your knees apart, smiling at the hopeful look in his eyes, "I think you should fuck me good now."

He wasted no time.

One hand on your hip in a tight grip, the other on the back of your neck, holding you up as he snapped his hips up, fucking you at a brutal pace. You balanced yourself, hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a broken moan.

You couldn't even think straight as he drilled into you, your mind completely flooded with Adrian and his cock and how good he was making you feel.

When you glanced down at him, he looked how you felt. His hair disheveled, glasses on the end of his nose, his face sweaty and flushed a dark red. His teeth grazed over his bottom lip as he focused on the way his cock disappeared inside of you over and over again.

The gasps and moans in the quiet room were soon interrupted by his voice. He couldn't help it, he had a dirty mouth when he was inside of you.

"Fuckkk... Always feels so fucking good. Love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful... Looking down at me while you take my cock like a good slut. Fuck... My little slut. The slut that I'm in love with. Ffffuck. I'm so in love with you. Tell me you love me." He growled.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. I love you." You whined out, breathless.

Adrian couldn't help but grin. He was fucking you like a wild animal, in love and unashamed of his feelings. The need to hold himself back, to hide how he really felt about you, was gone. He was yours, he belonged to you completely. He was yours to kiss and hug and hold and fall asleep next to every night. And the best part? You loved him, too. You were his, too.

"Say it again."

"I love you. I love you. Fuck. Oh, Fuck. I'm so in love with you."

That was enough to send him over the edge.

His hips stilled, stuttering up occasionally, and his body writhed under you as came inside of you. His lips parted, eyes squeezed closed and panting while rope after rope of his hot cum coated your walls.

Adrian's grip on the back of your neck loosened, and you collapsed against his chest, his cock softening inside of you. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, whimpering as you tried to catch your breath, peppering gentle kisses over his soft, sweaty skin.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He never wanted to let go of you or be apart from you again. "I love you..." He breathed out.

It was crazy to him how easy it was to say those three little words now that he had finally faced his own feelings.

You lifted your head up and gave him the biggest grin, leaning down to press your lips against his, mumbling a barely audible, "I love you too." Against the corner of his mouth before resting your head on his shoulder again.

A few moments of silence, and then...

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please don't tell anyone my Facebook password. I have some serious progress on Farmville, and I know that if Chris ever found out he'd-..."

Your giggle cut him off and you shook your head, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

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jaebum

his eyes open tiredly as he felt the shaking on his arm. he took a glance on the blinking light of the watch by the bedside table before turning to look at you with worried eyes. “baby? what is it?” he asked, voice husky in the wee hours of the morning. he cupped your face gently and stroked his thumb on your cheeks. “did you know that alpaca’s wool fibers are flame-resistant?” you said with an excited smile, your eyes shining a bit and hr bursted out laughing.

“i did not know that, y/n,” he answered with a soft smile. you nodded and rested your head on his chest, leaving soft kisses on his bare skin before drifting back to sleep. “love you, baby,” he mumbled before he fell back into dreamland.

mark

you were up until one in the morning, watching videos about llamas. you didn’t know why but it entertained you until you fell asleep, phone still clutched in a hand while the other was thrown around mark’s waist. he’s been in dreamland since he came home at around 11 after a meeting. normally he was a deep sleeper but somehow when you spoke his name quietly, he opened his eyes, pulling you closer to him.

“hmm?” he asked, rubbing your arm as you mumbled silently. “llamas’ poop don’t smell. and they use it as fertilizer and even fuel in brazil.“ you said, eyes still closed and a grin formed in his lips. he took his phone and filmed you mumbling softly about llamas before you dropped a kiss on his chin and continued on your sleep. he laughed and kissed your temple, muttering a soft “i love you,” before closing his eyes.

jackson

it was a quick flight to hongkong but after their tight schedule, jackson took this opportunity to sleep in the plane, you following him to dreamland. at first you spent your first half of an hour watching him sleep with a small smile in your lips before deciding it was a bit creepy. he was sleeping peacefully on your shoulder so you lay your head on his and drifted off yourself.

“hey jacks,” you mumbled as you stirred in your sleep, waking him up and he looked up at you with drowsy eyes. “yes, babe?” he asked and you snuggled closer to him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “did you know that alpacas have a type that grows silky dreadlocks?“ you said, yawning. you pressed a kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes and falling back to sleep. he threw his head back in laughter before kissing your hair lovingly and going back to sleep.

jinyoung

it was one of those days when you both had nothing to do except watch movies and/or nap in the living room, snuggled together in the couch. he was fast asleep and had you in his arms, cuddled to his chest as your hand gripped on his shirt. you stirred in your sleep as if waking from a dream and you sat up, waking him up in the process.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as you rubbed your fist on your eyes, a habit you do when you wake up. letting out a yawn, you answered him, “llama’s scientific name is lama glama? lama glama, lama glama, lama glama.“ you said, voice hoarse from the sleep. on habit, you pecked his lips before slumping on him again, arms wrapped around his waist to which he smiled softly. brushing your hair away from your face, he kissed your forehead and mumbled, “i love you,” before drifting back to sleep.

youngjae

after a date in a beach quite a drive from seoul, you both had fell asleep on the cab you called. it was a long day but you two were happy nonetheless since it’s been quite some time since you went out on a date. your head was on his shoulder while his arm is wrapped around you and his head resting on yours.

he stirred in his sleep when he felt you moving your hand to grip his, interlocking your fingers. “youngjae, did you know that alpacas mostly hum and not spit?“ you muttered softly and he laughed as you kissed his cheek and returned to your sleep as if nothing happened. youngjae closed his eyes and kissed your forehead lovingly before returning to sleep.

bambam

“babe?” he asked as you suddenly sat up. it was still dark outside from he observed and he took you in his arms again, making you face him.

“bam,” you trailed off, eyes barely open as if you’re sleeptalking. he hummed, rubbing your back, coaxing you to continue what you’re saying. “a-alpacas don’t have teeth in their upper palette.“ you said and he chuckled, voice husky from the sleep as he pulled you down back to the bed. “that’s adorable, baby,” he answered and you grunted a yes and kissed his lips before going back to sleep. bambam laughed again, taking his phone from the nightstand to snap a picture of you before he cuddled you closer to him. “love you so much,” he mumbled before falling back to sleep.

yugyeom

“y/n,” he whined as he felt you shaking him to wake him up. yugyeom buried his face on the crook of your neck and you pouted. “yugy, i have something to tell you,” you cooed, eyes still droopy but you had excitement in your voice. he looked up at you, hand moving on your waist, his thumb rubbing softly on the skin under your shirt. “yeah?” he asked, voice husky from the sleep.

“llamas, t-they give birth standing up,“ you said and smiled widely before you wrapped your arm on his waist and snuggled your head on his chest. he groaned but didn’t stop the smile forming on his lips as you peppered his skin kisses and then drifted back to sleep. he sighed and dropped a kiss on your hair. “you make me fall in love with you harder every day,” he smiled and fell back to sleep.​

Dr Jongin & Mr Kai

Jekyll & Hyde!AU || Therapist!AU One-Shot Genre: Dark, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff??? || Rated: M Pairing: Kim Jongin/Kai x Reader Summary: When you are forced to see a therapist for your anger issues, you find yourself sucked into two men - well one man, with two personalities. Word Count: 8k (this was not meant to happen istg)

Moodboard by @afifaenam

Drabbles: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

“Welcome Miss. Y/N,” the therapist looks down his glasses at you, his long legs crossed over as he leans back in his leather seat while you sit down on the cold black leather couch and begin to fidget with imaginary lint on your jeans, disinterest clear on your face. “What brings you to my office this morning?” You scoff slightly and he raises his eyebrow at you.

“As if you don’t know,” you wipe the spot of your jeans before glaring into his handsomely dark brown eyes, “you were hired by my boss because I have issues so why don’t you tell me why I’m here.” You don’t mean to be so rude but sometimes you can’t help yourself when people put you in uncomfortable situations – especially situations where you are forced to speak about your feelings. Of course, your asshole of a boss would hire the most handsome therapist he could find so you would find it harder to ignore him than you do everyone else.

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That's My Girl

SYNOPSIS: Being Steve's ex was not easy, especially now that you are with "freak Eddie". Steve regrets how he treated you and wants you back.

GENRE: angst, fluff

"Max, I haven't been to a party since I broke up with Steve. What if I forget how to... I don't know, be human?" The redhead snorts and rolls her eyes at you. You sigh and look back in the mirror, holding two dresses up to yourself.

"Go with the black." she says in reference to the tight black dress you've held up.

"Yeah?"

"Wear it with your leather jacket." She suggests, nodding her head to the coat rack. You nodded and slipped on the dress.

"What if Steve is there?" You ask worryingly, making eye contact through the mirror.

"Just be normal, he'll be normal too." You bit your lip. Would he? He didn't take the breakup very well at first.

-

You stand near the hallway, bored out of your mind. You never realized how much you relied on Steve to be social. He's been sneaking glances at you all night. It turns into genuine staring, and just as you're about to leave from being so uncomfortable, a certain someone burst through the door. Eddie "the freak" Munson. You didn't think this was his scene, in fact you knew it wasn't.

He enters with his arms fully out, stepping in theatrically.

"Well well well, all of Hawkins finest all in one place! I must be so lucky to have been invited." He says making eye contact with one of the cheerleaders who had clearly invited him as a joke. A few people shout out insults that seem to bounce right off of him. He chuckles and starts to walk past, but catches a look at you and hangs behind.

"Y/n? Didn't think this was your scene." he says with a sly look. You had a few classes with Eddie last year, you got along quite well.

"Could say the same about you, Munson." You say, taking a sip from your red solo cup. You look over and catch Steve staring. He looks away quickly, but not quick enough to miss Eddie's gaze. You shut your eyes a sigh. He notices you displeased reaction and takes a gamble.

"You know, I never thought he was the right guy for you." He says, looking at the teen and his great hair.

"Yeah, well. I certainly am not the right girl for him." You take another drink. Your relationship with Steve was great when it started. You had great chemistry and cared about each other. But soon, he became distracted. He missed phone calls, bailed out of dates and seemed disinterested in you overall. All because he never got over Nancy. Once the initial attraction to you wore off all he was left with was his love for Nancy. You weren't stupid, so you realized and dumped him. He was clearly still in denial of it himself, insisting he didn't love her. But you knew it was true.

"If it's any consolation, you've always been my dream girl." He confesses with a chuckle. Your eyes widen and blush creeps its way to your face.

"No way, really?" You questions with an incredulous look. He nodded with a smile.

"Had a huge crush on you last year." He looks relieved but nervous about his sudden confession and he fakes a cough.

"Me too." You return his feeling. He steps closer to you.

"I was going to ask you out, but then you got together with the hair." You pursed your lips and frowned a bit, looking down to your feet.

"how about we get you a drink?" You offer.

"I'd rather share yours." He says, gently taking you cup from your hands and taking a sip. You smile wide.

That was the start of your relationship with Eddie. Soon enough you moved in together and were having the time of your lives together, falling deeper in love with one another each day. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

-

"When I saw her at that party, I don't know something inside of me just fell into place. And I knew I had to get her back." Steve says with a sigh as Robin hoists herself atop the counter.

"So? Get her back then."

"She's with Eddie now." He whines rubbing his face.

"No shit, Eddie Munson?" He nods and slides down the counter. Robin raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"I don't know what to do. Something about her Robin, I just can't let her go. I can't believe how stupid I was." Robin turns to him, curious.

"Stupid?" He nods again.

"Stupid. She gave me everything and I mean, I was still in love with Nancy. And she totally knew it so she dumped me. Didn't realize what I had til' it was gone." Robin gives a sympathetic look to him.

The door rings as two people step in; you and Eddie. You give a smile to robin and a little wave, meanwhile Eddie gives a polite and tight lipped grin to Steve. Steve doesn't miss the way Eddie's grip on your waist tightens when he sees him.

Steve cannot keep his eyes off of you. The way you giggle when Eddie seemingly suggests a stupid movie, the way you hit his shoulder playfully when he teases you. That should be him. He misses you.

Eddie settles behind you with his chin leaning on your forehead, arms wrapped around you while you browse the horror collection. The jealousy hit's Steve's heart hard, and Eddie notices. Eddie looks over to see Steve staring and he doesn't hesitate to send a glare back. Normally Eddie would be very civil with his partner's ex, but after knowing how Steve treated you and made you feel he couldn't play nice, especially not when he looked at you the way he did.

Steve looks away and to Robin who was looking very uncomfortable with the tension, tension you were entirely unaware of. Steve gets frustrated from seeing you looking utterly in love with each other and leaves to the back.

-

You tried to convince Eddie to go to your friend's birthday party but to no avail. As much as he loved you he really didn't feel like listening to the name calling today. You understood, of course, and decided to just go without him. He helped you pick out your outfit (not without him feeling you up) and you drove off, looking forward to seeing the friends you hadn't seen since graduation. You knew Steve would be there but it didnt bother you very much. You were sure he wouldn't say much more than a greeting.

The staring begun again, and Steve couldn't stand to see you without him. So without warning, he pulls you to the side.

"Oh. Hey Steve."

"I can't stand it anymore."You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Please Y/n, just hear me out. I just need you to hear what I have to say." You rub your arm, feeling on the spot. You nod at him to continue.

"I know I fucked up, trust me I know. But I just don't want to be without you anymore. Just let me show you I love you." He pleads, looking straight into you.

"Steve, stop being ridiculous. I have a boyfriend." You scoff, turning to walk away before you are stopped by Steve blocking your path.

"I know. And I don't-" He sighs and pinches his nosebridge.

"I don't care. Just one night, that's all I ask. Just one night to let me show you how much I love you. I need you in my arms again." His voice breaks to a whisper. You couldn't believe the disrespect Steve just showed your relationship. To think he could ask you to cheat on Eddie and just switch back to him was frankly insulting. So your face morphs to a genuine frown and your eyebrows furrow before your hand swiftly slaps the the side of Steve's face, harder than you meant to.

"Fuck you Steve." You spit, turning around to exit the now silent party. He tries to stop you from leaving, grabbing your arm and telling you,

"It was never Nancy, Y/n. It's always been you." His sudden confession has you feeling feelings you had when you were with Steve. Feelings of always being the second choice. Feeling like your own partner didn't love you. You couldn't help but let the tears of frustration for your younger self spill and you slammed the door in Steve's face.

-

"Hey, princess. How'd it go?" You just sigh and hug him, starting to feel your eyes well up again. Once he heard your sniffling his eyes widened and hugged you tighter, holding your head in his chest.

"What happened baby?" His low voice soothes you. You take a deep breath.

"Steve was there." Eddie leans back, wanting to see your face. His heart hurts at the sight of your red eyes.

"What the hell did he do?" He can't help but start to get heated, his desire to protect you taking over.

"He- I don't know. It doesn't matter, it was stupid." He can tell you're holding back. He doesn't have to say anything more, only looking at you with the softest of looks until you tell him.

"He asked me to cheat on you, with him. Something about showing me his love." Eddie is furious, but more than that, frustrated and sad for you.

"Are you being serious, I swear to fuck I'll-"

"I took care of it." You assure him. He couldn't help but smile. How could he think even for a second you wouldn't?

"I slapped him, harder than I thought and I think I made it pretty clear I wasn't interested." You say with stern tone. He grins wide and proud, pulling you into his arms.

"That's my girl."

Mattheo Riddle- Just friends

After a long and exhausting night of trying to find some stupid tiara in the overflowing room of requirement you were happy to just plop down on the couch in the  common room.. That is until a deep voice from a chair over by the other fireplace startled you, "I wondered when you would come back." 

You turned your head to the side, still not moving your body as you looked at Mattheo Riddle. He smiled a little, relieved that you had calmed down from earlier when you were screaming at him and Draco about not doing their part with the tasks.  "You want to talk about whatever all that was earlier?" 

You shake your head and make grabby hands in his direction, he chuckles before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to you. He let you pout for a moment before he hoisted you off the couch and into his arms. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulder as your eyes get heavy. 

You're tired in a way you haven't been in a long time. You wished that Cissy hadn't put the weight of watching Draco and Mattheo on you, but you knew it was for the best. That didn't mean you had to be happy about it. OR that you had to be nice to Draco.

A slight blush filled your cheeks as Mattheo lifted and readjusted your legs around his waist. Moving his hands further up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin threw the bare material of your stockings. He bent down slightly signaling for you to open the door when he made it to his single bed dorm. Pushing with one foot to let it swing open, resting your chin on his shoulder. Trying to ignore the fact he could probably feel the warmth radiating from between your thighs.

He didn't stop in the main area, instead making his way into the bathroom. Sitting you on the counter before turning around and setting his hands on either side of you. Bringing his face down so you are eye level with his dark eyes.

"So.. Are you ready to tell me what was going on." He said it more like a statement, it wasn't a question of if more like when. He was going to get it out of you, he just didn't know how far he would have to push.

You felt your teeth clamp down on your lip as you shook your head. When he sighed and turned around you felt relief flood into you.

For about a second.

Until he reached back and pulled his shirt off, fluidly turning the shower on just after. In that moment you knew you were in trouble, if he really wanted to know he would figure it out. Part of you wanted him to want to know.. Just to see how far he would take it. The other part was screaming just tell him now, before your to stupid to watch yourself.

When he turned back to you he was unbuckling his belt leaving it in the loops as he pushed his slacks off. Leaving him in just his black boxers, you had to force yourself to not look down. You already knew what was waiting for you, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking.

The steam from the heated water started filling the air, making the small room feel smaller somehow. He was only one step away from you, so his hands easily found your hips pulling you off the counter. His eyes stayed on yours as he pushed your skirt and stockings down. 

You tried to not laugh at the extra effort he put in to try and not ruin your stockings. But when you cracked a smile you were rewarded with his in return. And a beautiful smile it was. The way it lit up his entire face was breathtaking. Mattheo Riddle was a beautiful man, scars and all.

Not that you would ever call him beautiful out loud. You had called him hot before, even sexy here or there. But beautiful seemed like it would cross the line the two of you had drawn. The line where it moves from friends with benefits to who knows what. You loved him too much, in too many ways to risk losing everything by alerting him to your feelings.

When he stood, he lightly drug his fingers up the back of your thighs. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it down your shoulders. Making sure to press kissed down your throat and across your collarbone. Your hands gripping his biceps as you let out a small groan. Gently squeezing your ass in a way you knew was meant to be teasing. When he was back to his full height he traced the straps of your bra watching his finger dip under it pulling before letting it snapback.

"Are you ready now?" He said slowly, that smile still in place on his face. You could tell that even though he wanted to know, he was enjoying the game he had barely started. And if he was enjoying it... Who were you to end it so quickly?

"I dont know Riddle.. Am I ready to tell you?" You said side stepping him as you pulled your bra off. His eyes followed you until you stepped into the shower, purposefully leaving the curtain open. He sighed through his nose as he watched your figure threw the fogged mirror.

When you raised your arms to pull your hair down you flicked your hair tie at him. Watching him chuckle as he stepped out of his boxers and into the shower.

One of the things you loved about Slytherin, was even in the cold underground dungeon you called home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the school had or spells they used were on point. So as you stood there Mattheos chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice. 

"Tell me Y/n" Mattheo said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger through your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Being 5'8 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lowered, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that. 

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit. 

"Theo.." You moaned, digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give too much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. You were waiting for him to reprimand you for saying Theo instead of his full name. Normally he hated it when anyone called him Theo because that's what everyone called Theodore. 

Really though he didn't care what you said in that moment, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse. 

But he figured everyone had a downfall and a short temper was definitely one of his as well. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand.  He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped and told some first years to fuck off, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot. 

Draco had also told him you had been the same during class and in the great hall. Between the stress of failing a test and having to visit Dumbledore, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother every moment in the halls. Then knowing there was a meeting coming up soon and last but not least Draco and your brother having it out in the bathroom. 

Then during dinner Adrain had come over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Mattheo ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him through the shitty days. 

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling. 

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Mattheo knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong." 

You groaned  a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge. 

As he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could. 

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head, a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat." 

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out. 

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming.  The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Theo.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous. 

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall. 

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dig into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped. 

There had been times where Draco busted into Mattheos dorm in moments just like this. And Matthoes pace never faltered. He didn't stop what he was doing as Draco freaked out before turning and hightailing it out of there.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop." 

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just don't like Draco.. Those two first years just pissed me off being all whiny about being in Slytherin.. Harry pisses me off.. Adrian's touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal with all these tasks and the upcoming meeting.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders. 

The groan that came from Mattheoss throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Mattheo tell you he was cumming too. 

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his scarred back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feeling flowing between the two of you.  

When he finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his teakwood body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it. 

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it.  Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out. 

"You don't have to apologize to me for being stressed Y/n.. You know that right?" Mattheo asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was now on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum. 

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Mattheos arms. 

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two,  they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.

Boyfriend’s friend

Warning: cheating, overstimulation and oral(male receiving)

 You were sitting on the couch, watching your fav show when your boyfriend and his friend Minho knocked on the door. You shouted that it was open so they came in. They both hugged you and sat next to you. Your boyfriend said they were hungry and went to the kitchen to prepare something. 

 When you and Minho found some alone time you knew he was not going to just sit there. 

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summary: when y/n thinks doms are just assholes and so her best friend Draco teaches her what a real dom is like.

WARNINGS: SMUT! VERY MATURE CONTENT! please do not proceed if you are not mature enough. Dom/Sub, Daddy kink, squirting, rough sex(but like… soft in a way? and AFTERCARE) Unprotected sex(please do not do this😁)

PAIRING: Soft!draco x Fem!reader

Ky: did i think of this while masterbating… yes yes i did.

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Just This Once (M)

Group/Member: GOT7/Yugyeom

Genre: Cat!Yugyeom Smut

Summary: You were lonely, needy and definitely weren’t in your right mind when you end up online buying a hybrid sex friend for a night.

Words: 3,331

A/N: Yugyeom as a naught kitty cause why not!?Also why am I such a sucker for this freaking Maknae? Someone come and collect my needy ass, pls.

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you hit the submit button, but somehow your brain lost against your womanly need. You eyes wonder over the ‘Thank You for your submission’ note written largely on the white screen. Your logical part of your brain was slowly making its self know as you think over what you had just done. You quickly try cancelling your submission as a light sweat gathers against your forehead in pure shock.

“No, come on!” Your hands dance along the keys but there was no way to cancel what you had just done.

You sit staring blankly at your laptop screen until a light buzz sounded next to you. Your eyes slowly follow the sound to your phone which softly vibrates against your hardwood counter. ‘My Husband’ is shining brightly on the phone screen as you hit the green answer button lifting the small device to your ear.

“Y/N~ Guess what I did!” A cheery voice rings as you stifle a laugh. “There’s no telling with you Kookie.” You state back making a fake gasp fall through the phones speaker. “You’re right.” He mumbles backs. “But come on aren’t you even going to guess?” You let your mind wonder as you think of anything that your best friend could of done, but your mind goes blank as your eyes wonder back to your laptop screen. “It probably isn’t as extreme as what I just did.”

A long “ohhh?” sounded in your ear as Jeongguk lets out a skeptical chuckle. “Tell me, what did my cute innocent Y/N do? Did you purposely forget to brush your teeth after you ate lunch!? So scandalous.”

You let out a scoff at his guess making his harmonious laugh run through the phone. “I’ll have you know that I don’t brush my teeth after every meal.” You say trying to sound more fierce? But instead you sound like a small obedient bunny. “My Y/N is so cute~” Jeongguk coos through the phone making you close to hanging up on him. “I’m not cute! And if you must know I bought a dominate hybrid online for uhhh.. personal reasons…” As soon as the words fall from your lips your cheeks heat up at the actual thing you had just did minutes prior.

The line is dead silent for what seems like minutes until Jeongguk softly speaks “You did what?” You let out a loud groan as you softly bang your head against the hardwood countertop. “Don’t make me repeat it.” You mumble out as Jeongguk’s laugh again fills your ear. “Waa~ my Y/N bought a sex friend” He screams as his sentence is followed by more laughs. “You totally beat me Y/N-ah! I just got us some tickets for ‘Wicked’ live but wow!” Your head picks up at the statement a large smile falling across your face. You had wanted to see Wicked live for so long. “You got tickets!? Kookie how?”

“I’m just awesome like that. Anyway, enough about that. What about you and your umm friend?” And there goes your smile as you lay your head back to the countertop. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble just as a small knock on your door makes you sit upright in fear. There was no way. You had submitted your submission only minutes prior… that was impossible. “Y/N?” Jeongguk’s voice asked in your ear as your eyes are glued to your front door another round of knocks being heard.

“Kook, I think… I think he’s here.” You softly mumble as you stand from your seat. “What? Go get it babe!” You mentally groan as you shake your head. “N-No I don’t think I-I want to.” You say softly back. “Come on~ You paid for it! Call me later with the deats!” You again shake your head as the stranger now presses the doorbell. “No Kook, pleas-”

“Bye~” A small click is heard before the phone falls silent. You silently curse as you look down at what you’re wearing. A pair of pajama shorts and a big t shirt with your hair thrown up in a messy bun, you couldn’t of been more unflattering even if you tried. You let out a strangled breath before slowly pattering to your door and stopping to look through the peep hole. You could see wide broad shoulders covered with a dark black sweater. You gulp once before calming your breathing and pulling the door open.

Your eyes are faced with the same broad shoulders as before. Slowly you look up and soon are met with golden brown crescent eyes that reminded you of a cats. He softly smiles at you as your eyes fall over his features making you blink at how beautiful this man actually was. He had light brown hair hidden under a black beanie, his lips were a bright pink and lightly plump bringing out his golden brown eyes. You noticed a small freckle under is right eye and even a small cross earring hanging from his ears.

“You’re Y/N? Right?” He asked as his eyes ghosted quickly over your face. He was so beautiful that he had you speechless so you slowly nod. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth making you rub your eyes and make sure this was an actual thing that was happening. “I’m Yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you.” He takes one hand out of his tight black jeans and outstretches it to you. You quickly rub your sweaty hands against your shirt and shyly grasp his hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.. um come in please.” You stutter out as you pull away and open the door wider so Yugyeom could step inside.

He smiles softly before stepping through the threshold and into your small apartment. You let out a small breath as you shut the door and follow him into your living room. “Nice, place. Do you go to college?” Was he trying small talk? You lightly laugh at the thought and nod your head. “Yeah I go to Seoul University. I’m studying abroad for a few years.” Your voice is surprisingly strong and you applaud yourself. Yugyeom smiles nodding his head as his eyes wonder around your room.

“Umm.. so anyway. I really never done anything like this before, so..” You stutter out making your inner self hit you again. “What? Sex?” He asked and your face flustered a bright red color. You quickly shake your head a small awkward laugh falling from your lips. “N-No I’ve had sex it’s just I never-” “Hired someone?” He finished for you making you both relieved and embarrassed. Your face still a bright red you slowly nodded. “it’s okay, I’ve never hired anyone either.” You look up at him smiling at you. Was he trying to make a joke? You lightly smile as your eyes wonder down to your hands.

Your brain then slowly recovers something from your submission as you look up at Yugyeom again, his eyes trained on you. You blink at his intense state before awkwardly mumbling “So you’re a-a hybrid?” God you had to be the most awkward person in the whole world. You hear a small chuckle as he nods his head. He then lifts his hands to slowly pull his black beanie away from his head to show two brown cat ears. Your eyes widen as a smile falls over your face. “You can touch them if you want.” He says and your face instantly flashes red again. “Go on, I don’t bite… yet.” He says and you gulp feeling his words hit you down lower. He smirks as he walks to you slowly sliding down to his knees in front of you so his head was in reaching distance to you. You softly bite your lips as you hesitantly reach out and run your hands over his soft ears. You see his eyes slowly close as you lightly pet his head and ears.

You feel his hands slowly trace over your back thighs making small shivers fall down your spine. You look down to see Yugyeoms eyes fixed on yours as he slowly moves forward to leave a soft kitten kiss on your clothed stomach. He smiles softly as his hands run farther up your legs until they rested on your hips. Slowly he pulls the large t shirt you’re wearing up to reveal a small sliver of flesh just above the waist band of your pajama shorts. His eyes are fixed with yours as he leans in again kissing the exposed skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your hands fall as he stands a good few feet above you. He slowly walks forward pushing you back until you feel the cool wall behind you. “No running away from me now Miss. Y/N.” He said deeply trapping you in with his arms. A shiver runs up your spine at his words before his quickly leans in pressing his lips hard and fast against yours.

A small whimper falls from you as he pushes his body flushed against yours as he grabs your hands pinning them above your head. His mouth quickly leaves yours and starts leaving small sloppy wet kisses over your neck and shoulder. You feel his teeth bite over your neck making you jump at the contact. “I warned you I bite, Miss Y/N.” He chuckled against your skin as his teeth bit at the flesh again. His bites and kisses slowly fall south as he releases your hands to fall back to his knees, taking your shirt off as he went. His eyes scan over all the new exposed flesh with excitement as he smiles his tongue poking out as he licks a long strip up your stomach. Your hands run through his brown hair again making his eyes close as he reaches the band of your pajama shorts.

He lightly laughs.“I like your shorts, Very cute~” He coos to you as your face flushes red at your penguin pj shorts. “I-I didn’t have enough time to change.” You stutter out making him smile. “Good, I like you like this. So cute and innocent.” He says as he leans forward biting your inner thigh making you let out a small squeal. He laughs at your reaction before standing back up grabbing your thighs fiercely and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him as he carries you down the hallway to your bedroom after you had instructed where it was.

His eyes wonder around the room laughing at all your nick nacks making you blush again. “So cute, Y/N-ah.” He says before forcefully pushing you on your bed and hovering over you kissing you hungrily. You let a small moan fall from your lips as your hands once again go to his hair softly pulling on the strands. His hands roam softly over your body until they find your bra clasp. He pulls away as he unclasp you bra and throws it off somewhere in your room before diving in to your chest while keeping eye contact. You blink flustered as his lips leave your chest to slowly fall to your stomach and finally stopping again at your god awful penguin shorts. “I think it’s time to part from your penguins” He says making you laugh lightly as he grabs the waistband before shimmying them down your thighs and legs throwing them off with your bra. You had then noticed how exposed you were while Yugyeom was still fully dressed.

Before he could lean back to your center you lean up grabbing his head in your hands and kiss him, hard. He lets out a small moan as your teeth graze his bottom lip biting softly. Your hands softly traveled down his chest until you grasp the end of his black sweater pulling it quickly and forcefully over his head. You break the kiss to eye his toned porcelain chest, your hand slowly run along his stomach. “Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are Yugyeom.” He lets out a long growl as you slowly ghost over his growing bulge in his tight jeans. Quickly you’re pushed back down to the bed as he grabs your panties not wasting anytime and tearing them right off you. Your eyes wide gasping as he throws the remainders of your favorite lace panties to the floor.

You have no time to voice your opinion as Yugyeom quickly dives into your center. You let out a long moan as his tongue slowly licks up your folds. His eyes find yours as he teases you with small kitten licks. “Y-Yugyeom please.” You whine out as he chuckles not giving you what you want. His tongue continues its torture as you feel his long finger slowly glide up your entrance. “What is it that you want Miss. Y/N?” He asks his voice deep as he pulls away to look at you, his finger still slowly gliding your folds. “You’re fingers, please, Yugyeom.” You whine back making him smile. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He says as his finger finally pushes in you making your hips fly towards him. His free hand quickly pushes your hips down as he slowly pumps his finger in and out at a slow pace.

“More, Yugyeom.” You moan out making him tisk. “You’re very needy aren’t you Miss Y/N.” He replied as he makes his pace even slower, if that was possible. You let out a long whimper making him smile. “Please.” He slowly quickens his pace making you moan out. “I can’t say no to you, Miss Y/N.” He growls as he quickly pumps his finger adding another one making your head fall back and your hips buck even more to match his quick pace. You feel a small knot in your lower stomach as your orgasm slowly approaches but before you even had a chance to register it Yugyeom pulls back. You let out a whine making him chuckle as he leans forward hovering back over you. You let your eyes wonder over his face as he lifts his hand slowly sucking on it making a tint fall across your cheek.

He smiles as he pops his finger out and then leans forward kissing you deeply. You hear his throaty moan as he slowly grinds against you. His bulge is hard as it presses against your lower abdomen with slow ragged thrusts. Your hands run down his chest and stomach until they reach the button of his jeans. You quickly unbutton them and unzip the zipper pulling them and his boxers down enough to let his member free. He lets out a growl as his now free member rubs against you, but it isn’t enough. He quickly stands removing both his boxers and jeans as you finally catch glimpse of his long brown tail. You don’t have a chance to ask much on it as he, again, quickly hovers over you and slowly rubs the head of his dick against your entrance.

You hear his breathy moans as he pushed slowly into you fully. You yourself let out a loud moan at the contact before it is concealed with Yugyeoms lips. Your hands fly to his back as he pulls out and then slams back in making you cry out in pleasure. “You like that Miss Y/N? Tell me, how much you like it?” He growls in your ear as you moan again loudly as he thrusts again. “That’s it, scream for me.” He whispers and you can’t help the loud moans and screams from your lips as Yugyeom continues to slowly pull out and quickly and roughly push in. Your nails scratch his back as his head digs in the small of your shoulder.

Soon you feel the familiar knot rising up. You quickly wrap your legs around Yugyeom making him groan and quickly pull out and in now. You shut your eyes as your orgasm takes ahold of you throwing you over the edge. Yugyeoms thrusts start to slowly get unbalanced, ragged breaths falling from his lips as you feel him twitch and cum inside you. His body slowly starts to still as both of you come down from your highs. His head comes to rest on yours as he pulls away from your shoulder. You slowly look over his features again, his golden crescent eyes with a small freckle under his right eye. His pink plump lips, now lightly swollen from kissing, and his brown kitten ears laying atop his head. He sees you staring and chuckles lightly before saying “Staring is rude.” Your eyes fall back to his as your cheeks darken. “I-I wasn’t staring.. I was admiring.” He laughs at you before softly shaking his head. “So cute Y/N-ah~” You scoff as you push him off making him laugh more.

You quickly gather up your comforter hiding your naked body as Yugyeom stands pulling on his discarded clothes. Was that it? Sex and then he leaves right away? You would of liked to cuddled or something.. Damn you should of read the fine print. “You’re leaving?” You asked and completely regretted it the moment it left you mouth. You could practically hear how needy your voice sounded. Yugyeom throws on his black sweater as he looks at you with a small smirk. “Do you want me to stay Miss Y/N?” He asked making you shrug. He smiles as he slowly crawls up your body until his face was inches from yours. “I’m usually not suppose to, but I’ll make an exception with you Miss Y/N.” You blink a few times taking in his response as your phone vibrates somewhere on the floor.

His eyes scan the floor for the source’s sound until he picks up your phone a frown on his face. “You should get it.” He said handing it to you. You’re confused until you see ‘My Husband’ written on the screen. Your face burns as you answer the phone bringing it to your ear.

“Y/N-ah! So? How was he?” You hear Jeongguks voice ask as you mentally curse him. “I can’t talk right now.” You mumble out. “Oh? Did I interrupt? Are you still going at it? Damn!” You let out a groan as you mumble a 'I’ll call you later’ and hang up. You let out a sigh as you look up to see Yugyeom no longer standing in your room. Oh god, did he leave? You quickly find your shirt and shorts not worrying about undergarments, seeing as he had torn them up, as you quickly walk to your living room. Yugyeom’s leaning against the door, hands in his pocket and eyes casted to his feet. “H-He isn’t my husband.” You say making him look up at you.

“He’s my best friend, we just have our name like that in each others phone.” You clarify making him shrug. “Why would you explain that to me?” Your face runs red again and you slowly look down to your feet. “I-I just didn’t want you to misunderstand.” He lets out a small chuckle before saying “It’s none of my business.” You softly nod your head. “Anyway, I should go.” Your head flys back to his as you see him now fully dressed; beanie, shoes, everything. “You’re leaving? I-I though that- Uh.. never mind.” You say not wanting to be needy again. His eyes run over your body stopping at your God awful penguin shorts making him let out a deep breath before he kicks off his shoes and walks slowly over to you. You look up at him as he stands near you his hand running softly over your cheek.

“Fine, you and your cute penguin shorts are an exception.” You smile at him before he leans forward trapping you lips with his. “Just this once.” He whispered against your lips, but somehow both of you knew it wasn’t just a one time thing.