Changbin // Three Nights

Pesky Feelings: Part 2 - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader SMUT

Note: This is feeling a bit scattered and OOC to me, but I’ve been writing on and off in between a big move and I’d like to get it out there. (Besides, another Harry Wells smut may be coming to make up for any strangeness in this one!)

Synopsis: After Jesse is rescued, a knock on your door proves to be a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: NSFW.  Coworkers-to-Lovers. Smut with Feelings. Riding. Dirty Talk. Unprotected Sex.

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Being the daughter of Hades & forced to marry Morpheus would include…

Author’s note: Someone requested this and as someone obsessed with Greek mythology and Hades I just HAD TO. But Dark Morpheus ahead 👹

Daughter of Hades and Persephone you went by many names, Melinoe, Y/N…

Morpheus had certain affairs with your father Hades, so he usually came around often

He was aware that Hades had children but he hadn’t had the pleasure to meet you properly since you were always on duty

Until one day, your father had asked you to deal with the affairs he had with Dream on his behalf.

When Morpheus’ eyes laid upon you it was as if the whole universe stopped.

You were simply breathtaking, perfect, immaculate, all words he could think of were not enough.

Being Goddess of Ghosts, nightmares and lost souls he believed you could understand him better than anyone.

He showed interest in you like no one had and that was flattering but you didn’t think much of it.

His obsession grew with each passing day, he was consumed by thoughts of you.

You were perfect for him, he was so sure of it.

The more he observed you, the more he convinced himself

You had to be his, no matter the means.

So, he stole your dream catcher, the ultimate symbol of your power and powerful enough to summon you.

When you were summoned you were greeted by the sight of your father and Morpheus who was holding your totem.

By universal laws, whoever possessed your totem would own you.

“You will be the perfect queen to the Dreaming, my wife”

Persephone, your mother. Cried helplessly knowing there wasn’t anything she could do to stop this madness

“You’re a monster!”

You couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself

You were such a free soul and now you were nothing but a possession of a man

You were sickened to your stomach thinking how could Morpheus do this to you.

You were miserable on the of your wedding

The ceremony was elegant and the arrangements were beautiful but you didn’t love Morpheus

You hated him for depriving you of your freedom

You refused to let him touch you, even when he tried you would hit him or scratch him.

“I will never love you”

“We have eternity ahead my love, you will eventually realize all I’ve done is out devotion to you”

He would make all sorts of gifts to you, which you returned completely torn apart

You didn’t speak to him in a whole century

Dream found your resistance amusing

Being now married to him you had been sharing responsibilities with Dream over the kingdom.

Which meant you had to speak to each other if you wanted things to be done.

He returned your totem to you as a vote of confidence

“I know someday you will learn to love me”

You started to open up to him

After all, you had become his wife and while you didn’t agree to this marriage, you did recognize you were meant to spent eternity with him.

You might as well try to know him.

Eventually you let him be close to you and to touch you.

He was so eager to possess you fully, but he did understand you needed time

He would give you all the time you needed. You were worth the wait.

When you finally condoned that type of physical interaction he practically went at you like a lion hunting on gracious gazelle

He was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t adored every minute of that.

There was something empowering about being craved and owned with such fervor and urgency.

“A husband should comply to every single demand of his wife”

That’s when you understood. This marriage wasn’t about him putting you on a leash, it was about Morpheus fully giving himself to you.

His love for you was blinding, suffocating.

He would commit on the most atrocious acts just for you

Dream was using this marriage as an oath to you, to become your devotee for eternity.

He wanted to worship you, to surrender himself to you, he was a tool for you to use however you consider fitting.

It was good having your needs taken care of

You were the most addicting drug to him

He dropped everything for you, the minute you asked.

As long as you stayed with him, nothing else mattered.

Nothing in the world mattered more to him than his queen.

protective || matt murdock x fem!reader

you tried to distract yourself from the way you felt about your mom’s new boyfriend, you really did, but matt murdock just makes it so damn hard.

words: 3k

cw: fem!reader, mom’s boyfriend!matt x reader (so, tw stepcest to be safe), oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, matt invading privacy using his senses as per usual lolol

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“Why were you being so weird the other night?” The question slips from you frustratingly despite your best efforts to approach him carefully and calmly.

Standing there in his office, you’re reminded of the night that had started the chain of events that led to this very moment.

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Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Saw requests are open! Could you write one with Alfie Solomons where he tries to hide his feelings for the reader, his secretary, seeing his men flirt with her? Sometimes I feel like he’ll rather be shot than admit his jealousy—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: michaelgreys

“That’s enough, Ollie.”

Alfie’s voice silenced the entire bakery. Ollie, unsure of his transgression, blinked helplessly at you, then back at his boss.

“Fuck off.”

On firmer ground with that, Ollie scurried off to find something to do.

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FISH ARE FRIENDS — KTH (M.)

synopsis. after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, smut, fluff au. hybrid!au wordcount. 10,605 contents. seahorse hybrid!taehyung, possessiveness, mating kink, lots of kissing, fingering, size kink, taes big dick as usual, cunnilingus, slight pain kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, blow job, UNEDITED note. this is the result of the fic title game i’ve been playing! thank you to whoever sent in the title ‘fish are friends’

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her, can i request a tommy enemies to lovers type thing where the reader is a sunnyvaler and her and tommy hate each other but have a lot sexual tension and one day they both snap and “do it”.

ps your writing is literally perfect omfg

Tommy actually disliking someone,,,,,this is a wild concept but I'm here for it

The Old Rivalry (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, enemies to lovers speedrun, hate sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, hate sex turns into gentle aftercare, not my best smut rip, implied jealousy, verbal fight turns into hate sex, 

Word Count: 1.5k

"Fucking Shadyside brat." You muttered to yourself as you scrubbed the doors of the outhouse. Graffiti littered them, all done by a particular redheaded camper.

You swore, the day Ziggy Berman got her fifth strike you were going to scream. You would even pack her bags for her if it meant getting her out sooner. And, most of the counselors would agree. Except the one you were working with. Tommy gave a sigh and said,

"Don't talk about her like that." He said, and you scoffed and turned your head to look at him. Oh, was he going to defend all the Shadysiders? Even delinquents like Ziggy? Or was is because-

"Why? Cause she's your girlfriend's sister?" You jabbed, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You smirked when you heard him throw his scrubber into the bucket, the loud splash was all you needed to know that you were getting to him. Tommy would never say anything mean back. He was too nice for that. You could practically hear him sputter for a second, before he said,

"Cindy's not my girlfriend." He replied, and you smirked to yourself again. Of course she wasn't. It was a little surprising, but, then again, not quite. Tommy was too goody-goody for a girlfriend, even if he was in the middle of college. You swore he was probably the type that "didn't want girls to get in the way of his studies" or some shit like that. And, really, you didn't know why you cared so much. You scrubbed harder, trying to get the gunk off.

It wasn't like you cared about Tommy or what he did with his life. Cared if Cindy was his girlfriend. So, why did it make you slightly happy to hear that? It wasn't like the insufferable goody-two-shoes Thomas Slater was cute or anything. It wasn't like he was tall, and had a nice smile. Or a nice butt, you thought. He was annoying, too nice for his own good, and a Shadysider. That alone should've been enough to completely blow him off your radar. So, why did you continue to dig?

"Oh, does she not like virgins?" And you heard the splash again. This time you turned, watching him as he did the same. He had a frown on his face, and he actually looked- oh, he looked angry. You could see it in his eyes, just a flicker of a flame. It was interesting to see, and you apparently didn't know when to stop pushing. "What? Everyone else can talk about it, but I can't?" And you were shocked when he asked,

"Why are you such a bitch?" And you scoffed out a laugh. Did he just- Oh, he did. You stared at him for a moment before you threw your scrubber down as well. He seemed to realize what he said after he said it, and you watched as his face changed. You could already see the apology forming on his lips, a stutter of, "I'm- I-" But you stopped him. You snapped,

"No, Tommy. Say what you wanna fucking say. There's no one else here." You said, gesturing around. It was true. The outhouse only had the pair of you, and the campers were all out doing activities. You'd even closed the doors so they wouldn't wander in. "Or, are you too much of a pussy? Huh?" You said, prodding him in the chest. You didn't know why you pushed him so hard- Or, well, you did, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that you thought he was hot. That sweet, virgin boy Tommy was the one that got your panties in a twist. That you were only mean to him because- Well, what else could you be to him? You watched as his face set, as his glare returned. He let out a huff, before he said,

"You're so mean- You're mean to everyone. Are you really so unhappy with your perfect, little Sunnyvale life that you have to take it out on everyone else?" He snapped, and you were surprised that his words cut. But, you were quick to snap back,

"Are you really so boring that you can't get Cindy to date you, or is it more of a medical thing?" And you watched how his mouth fell for a moment. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were implying.

"Fuck you." He spat, and you nearly wanted to laugh. Such a hard curse coming from his mouth was almost comical. But he was staring at you with such an intense look in his eyes that you couldn't deny the heat you felt in your belly. God, you hated that you were attracted to him. It made you spit back,

"Fuck you." And then you were both moving. You don't know who grabbed the other first, but you were being slammed against one of the doors. You grabbed his hair, kissing him feverishly as his hands were quick to grab your sides, and then roam. You tugged at his shirt, and he was quick to rip it off. He cupped your face as he dove back in, stealing your lips and stealing your breath as you fumbled with the buttons on your shorts. He was quick to reach for his own belt, to push down his own jeans as you kicked your shorts off. You didn't even have time to take your panties off before he was picking you up, hiking your legs around his waist. You let out a gasp, one that he took advantage of as he flicked his tongue into your mouth.

You could feel the press of his dick against you, hard and big from the outline in his underwear. Alright, definitely not a medical issue. He surrounded you, moved you like you didn't weigh a thing to him. His grip was firm as he gripped your thighs, tugged your hair. But, it only made you moan and arch into him as you dug your nails into his shoulders. As he reached inside your panties to curl his fingers inside you. When you heard him chuckle, you could imagine what he was thinking. You were drenched. You could feel how much you wanted him, and now he did too. Before he could tease you for it, you tugged his hair harshly and bit,

"Fuck me. Now." And willed it not to sound desperate. Tommy didn't need to be told twice.

You heard the rustle of fabric, and then you felt him push your panties to the side. A moment later, you felt something warm and thick sliding through your folds, making you gasp as he pressed it against your entrance. You gasped again when he started pushing inside, and Tommy watched every expression cross your face as he went deeper and deeper and-

"Fuck." You gasped as you held on, burying your face into his neck as he began to move. His thrusts were quick, as the two of you didn't have much time. You tried to hold on to something behind you, your hand landing on the top of the door as Tommy began pummelling your insides. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head, Tommy clamping his mouth over yours to muffle your sounds. To muffle his own little moans. You could feel every thick inch dragging against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

That had your legs tightening around him in no time. You could feel the pressure building with each thrust, inching you closer like he did with you up the wall. Your leg hung out, your body shaking with each thrust. You hit your head back against the door, your eyes closing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. As they grew. Finally, you whimpered,

"I'm gonna cum," And all it took was a few more hard thrusts for you to clamp around him. Your body spasmed and clenched as your release ran through you, as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You whined when you suddenly felt empty. Tommy let out a few sputtering gasps as he pulled out of you, and you could feel his release splatter against your thigh. His grip on you loosened and he slowly set you down, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment with his eyes still closed. He leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, a completely contrast to the entirety of what you'd just done. It was a moment of intimacy, just a flicker of it. Before he was pulling back and tucking himself away. You watched as he pulled his shirt on as you tried to catch your breathing, using the wall as support for your wobbly legs. You watched as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and kneeled to help clean you up. You let him, thoughtlessly reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. You watched as he pressed a kiss to your thigh, and the intimacy returned. You thought it'd been shattered but- Well, you should've known Tommy wasn't like that. For a moment, neither of you said a word, and then Tommy said,

"I'm not a virgin." And you didn't think you had the mental capacity at the moment to be shocked.

Hopelessly Devoted to You ☢

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You’ve been by Ellie’s side since she was little, a family figure and her protector, after both of your families passed away and you found one another in the QZ. So, when the gruff and demanding Joel Miller steps into the picture to take you both to the lab Ellie needs, the two of you don’t see eye to eye. But after time passes, attraction settles in and you and Joel might feel more for the other than you thought. 

A/N: hehe so it’s been a minute… i hope you all are doing well and happy new year to everyone!! the last of us show has been occupying my thoughts for the last two weeks oh my god and PEDRO?? i love him with everything in me, first mando and now joel fucking miller, so i had to write for him and i hope you guys enjoy this drabble and as always let me know what you think <3 be gentle with me, smut is hard to write T-T (i have never wished i was a steering wheel this badly before seeing this fucking gif) I already wanna write more 

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, AGE GAP (Reader is late twenties, Joel is like 56), language, near death experience, violence, oral f receiving, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers ish, just filth, daddy kink, slight angst, mentions of death, injuries, tending wounds, rough!Joel, dom!Joel

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“Therapy”

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,180

A/N: *sigh* My sweet Youngjae. I had a quick idea and I felt like he would fit this role just because I think he is good at hiding shit behind that adorable smile of his lol.

Two voices ricocheted off the walls of an empty room, yours and your coworker, Suzy. This was the norm for both of you during a break away from working. You would come into her office and chat with her but it was mostly to bounce ideas off each other but you both would end up discussing every topic under the sun. From work to what was happening on in the outside world.

“… yeah so long story short, my mother is coming to stay with me a couple weeks. That should be very interesting.” Suzy stated, tossing her hand up in a bored manner. “So, what’s been going on with you? How’s your future husband?”

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Kittyincidence

request: can i req a needy kitty jisung (skz) ?? Summary: After meeting a Hybrid down on his luck you were surprised at how he made such an impact of your life.

word count: 6k || hybrid!Jisung, dry humping, smut, lots of plotttt, knotting, kissing, heatish, cat jisung ends me

a/n: this took me way to long sorry enjoy my cat Jisung fantasy. the title is a txt reference lol. edited a little bit not as much as I would have preferred. I have a lot of fics planned for Halloween so please look forward.-admin Hime. 

The night air was humid as you walked home from work. Sighing your feet already numb from working and your mind so dazed from the events today. Your boss giving everyone a 30 min lecture of ‘how to be more productive’, spilling coffee on your skirt and your pc failing on you before the day ended.

Cranking your neck you from how tight it was you entered your local the convenient store. The bright lights of the store making you wince slightly. It was empty you noted going toward snack aisle filling your small cart with junk food ramen, chips, and drinks.

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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.

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