Solus | Elliot
solus | elliot
pairings — elliot/reader | stranded!au | “__” = Y/N
word count : 10k
summary : you and elliot wake up in a world where everyone else magically vanishes.
warnings : fingering, dirty talk, alcohol, weed, angst, oral sex (f) receiving, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, hickies, dirty talk, elliot calls you a brat, degrading, spanking
authors note : the ending creeped me out lolz
© elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.
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Making your way a bit faster towards the gymnasium, biting your lip in anticipation of getting there on time—you felt your phone vibrate leading you to release a frustrated groan.
Pausing in your steps, you snatched your phone from your back pocket, eyes scanning over the dimly lit screen. You squinted as you read the text.
mads 💌
i left something in peterson’s class. can u plsssss get it for me
Your brows rose, letting out a scoff at the audacity your best friend had.
sent
get it yourself. i don’t wanna be late
Your phone dinged almost instantly after, as if she knew you were going to tell her to go fuck herself. Rolling your eyes at her reply, you caved in.
mads 💌
im in the bathroom blowing my ass out bitch
sent
fine. what is it?
mads 💌
pads. pls and thanks hoe 🙏
sent
cunt.
Shutting your phone back off, you sighed before changing your path and heading towards the English class. How did she even leave them in there? They must’ve fallen out or something—you don’t know. Constantly checking the time on your phone, you began to panic when you only had five minutes left, and began to quicken your pace.
When the maroon colored door came into sight, you let out a huff before pushing open the heavy surface. Your hand fell from the knob as you released a shout, covering your face with your hands, a squeal falling from the girl that was making out with none other than Elliot.
Elliot.
God, you hated him.
The picture burned in your mind of his hand around her neck, sitting on the teacher’s desk while he pressed his lips to hers making you want to projectile vomit. You felt her push past you, making your shoulder hit the door, letting out a curse before sending her an icy glare. But she had her back turned towards you as she scrambled out the halls.
Looking at him with a raised brow, he only sent you an irritated scowl; crossing his chiseled biceps over his broad chest, “Nice going, cockblock.”
You placed your hands on your hips, before cocking one of them, “Cassie Howard? Didn’t know you fucked blondes too.”
His scowl stretched into a smirk, rubbing his chin with a smug look, “I fuck anything that has a pussy, babe,” he teased, approaching you slowly. Your figure stiffened as his eyes flickered up and down your face, before setting back onto your eyes, “You would know, wouldn’t you?”
Your nostrils flared, fists balling at your sides.
“Don’t call me babe ever again.”
His brow roses, eyes flashing.
“I thought you liked that?”
Clenching your jaw, he let out a dry chuckle before brushing past you; making his way over to the door. Shutting your eyes in relief, glad that he was about to leave, the knob turned. But you didn’t hear the door shut, causing your brows to furrow, and spin around to face him.
His hand kept trying to turn the knob, but it wasn’t working. He had to be faking it.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his veins protruding from his flesh on his neck as he tried again; but failed, “I think it’s jammed or some shit.”
You snorted, knowing he was only fucking with you, causing a new wave of annoyance to wash over his features, “What the fuck are you giggling at? I’m serious,” he snapped, delivering a harsh kick to the door afterwards to seal the show he was putting on, “It won’t—fuck—open.”
When he didn’t let up his act, you began to grow a bit worried, blinking quickly, “Stop it, Elliot,” you mumbled, shifting back and forth on your feet, “I don’t have time for this. I can’t be late—“
“Try for yourself,” he spat, stepping aside with gritted teeth. Elliot gestured to the door,
“Go on. See if I’m fucking with you or not.”
Gulping, you puffed your chest out and walked over to the door, and confidently tried to open it. But when it didn’t work, like something was blocking the other end, your eyes rounded as you looked at him. He rolled his eyes, plopping down onto the chair for the teacher, legs far apart as he slumped.
He twirled a marker in the air, before pointing it at you with a fake smile, “See. Told you.”
There was no fucking way you were stuck in a classroom with Elliot. 
Ignoring the cocky expression he was sending you, you began to pace back and forth across the class after trying to open the door for another ten minutes. Elliot just sat there, watching you with that stupid fucking grin on his face, while you tugged at your strands while trying not to panic.
This was your luck. You were going to miss the assembly because your friend needed fucking pads.
“How is this even possible?” You muttered to yourself, hand landing on your chest, “By the time someone finds us, the assembly will be over and it’ll look like we did something together,” but then you paused, eyes widening in horror over at the wall, “—or even worse, I’ll get detention. Fuck!”
Elliot’s chuckle rang through the class, earning a glare from you, “Surprised that you think getting detention is worse than being seen with me.”
“It’s not like we actually did something,” you muttered with a huff, causing him to raise a knowing brow at you.
“We haven’t?”
“I mean now. In here,” you picked up a notebook from a random desk, and tossed it at him. He dodged it before narrowing his dark eyes at you, whilst you pointed a finger at him,
“—and we agreed you’d never bring up what we did. It was a mistake.”
His upper lip curled, features tightening.
“Well the feeling’s mutual.”
Pressing your lips together, you decided to save your own breath and simply ignore him. You did a pretty good job of acting like he didn’t exist for the past year, and now wasn’t going to be any different.
When it was close to an hour to go by, you walked over to the glass window, which was a tiny slit that probably was five inches in size. The air wafted inside the small room, giving you oxygen, as you watched the door with intent eyes.
Wasn’t the assembly finished by now? They usually took about 45 minutes.
“It’s almost two,” you muttered, furrowing your brows, “Sixth period should be happening by now.”
But where was the teacher?
Walking over to the window, Elliot spun in the chair he was still in, letting out a quiet fuck before shoving his phone into his pocket, “I have no service. Fucking shitty ass wifi,” he grumbled, “Can’t wait to get the fuck outta here.”
Bringing your thumbnail to your lip, you chewed with your teeth while nervously tapping in front of the door. Your fist collided with the cool surface as you let out a call, “Hello! Can someone get us out?” Hearing your phone echo in the halls, you perked up, before trying again, “Hello! Hell—“
“Your giving me a headache,” Elliot snapped, sniffling before wiping his nose. He shrugged with hooded eyes, “If anyone was going to come, they would. It hasn’t even been an hour yet. Just chill the fuck out and sit down somewhere.”
“We didn’t have a half day, so we should be in class right now,” you mumbled, chewing on your thumb even harder.
Elliot’s jaw clenched, “So you think we’re stuck in here?”
“Maybe.”
He kicked the desk, “Dammit,” he grunted, letting out a heavy breath before standing up. His long, thin legs strode over to the door, his sneakers padding against the tiled floor, before bringing his fist up to slam against the wood,
“Yo! Let us out—before I fucking—“
“Yeah, threaten them,” you laughed dryly, shaking your head before looking to the side, “Like they’re doing this on purpose. Everyone probably just went home.”
He tightened his lips at you, “Don’t teachers stay after school?”
“Not all the time.”
“Great,” he slammed his hand on the door, letting it slide back down to his side before leaning his forehead against it. His thick lashes fluttered as his eyes fell shut, voice coming out quiet yet bitter, “This is all just—fucking great. Can’t even smoke a fucking joint.”
“That’s what your worried about?” You tilted your head, “A joint? What about using the bathroom? Or water? Jesus,” your hands flew to your temples. Trying to soothe the overthinking thoughts that made your brain pound, “Not only am I stuck in here with an idiot, but an idiot that’s also an asshole.”
Elliot chuckled, pausing in front of you, a smile quirking onto his pink, plump lips, “Hold still,” he held a hand up in front of your face, raising his brows, “I’m just trying to imagine you without the bitchy prude personality.”
“And I’m just trying to imagine you with a bigger dick,” you hissed, smirking as his smile slipped off his face, being replaced with a scowl, “You know, one that could actually make girls come.”
“Fuck you.”
“Never again,” you snapped, pushing past him before going to sit in one of the corners, snatching a book off the shelf before making yourself busy. You heard Elliot laugh in disbelief before mumbling to himself; keeping his distance from you.
After a few hours passed, it dawned on you that you would have to spend the night there. Using your jacket as a pillow, you kept tossing the boy glances that was drawing on the board with a marker. He probably wasn’t going to sleep. You didn’t trust him enough to sleep around him, but you were really tired, and didn’t have much of a choice.
A yawn tore through you, before feeling your eyes flutter close, and falling asleep. By the time you had woken up, it was because the door had screeched open, leading you to shoot up from your laying position with round eyes. Your sights flew to Elliot, who had passed out in the teachers’ chair, letting out quiet snores as he drooled onto the desk.
Grabbing your backpack, you didn’t even bother waking him up, throwing an asshole towards his limp figure before storming out the class.
But then you paused, realizing that no one was to be seen. Who had opened the door?
Perhaps the janitor? But how did he know you two were in there?
You had never seen the halls so empty before, not a student in your gaze, which was a great relief. You had looked like utter shit, wearing the same clothes from yesterday, makeup dried out and ruined. Eyes still puffy from just waking up, you began walking down the hall.
After taking a shower, you felt extremely refreshed, peering your head out your bedroom doorframe before calling out for your father, “Dad!”
He should’ve been home by now. It was like—almost eleven o’clock at night. Furrowing your brows, you slipped on a hoodie and some sweats before walking into the kitchen; then the living room. They were both empty. Gulping, you figured he must’ve been working late, and plopped onto the couch to turn on Netflix.
Before you knew it, it was the next morning; and your father was still nowhere to be seen. You had fallen asleep on the couch, slobber dribbling down your chin, realizing that you didn’t have school today since it was the weekend.
You checked your texts, and noticed that you had no new notifications. You had texted Maddy last night about being locked in a class with your worst enemy; and figured she was busy when she didn’t reply right away.
But now—it’s been almost an entire day. Something was up.
Sending a quick text to your dad asking where he was, you called the brunette girl, but it went straight to voicemail. Rolling your eyes, you tossed your phone onto the cushion, before getting up to go piss.
After coming back, your phone dinged, expecting it to be your best friend—but your face instantly fell when you read the text.
unknown
meet me at the school.
You knew it was Elliot, since you had deleted him as a contact—and he was the only person that would boss you around through messages. Letting out a sigh, you typed back a quick response with pursed lips.
sent
no 😍 fuck off
About to shut your phone off, he sent you another message, making irritation begin to boil in your blood.
unknown
i’m not fucking kidding
unknown
hurry up and come
Your finger flew to the block button, before pressing the red circle, and deleting the conversation.
You did not want to give him the time of day.
Moving over to instagram, your feed wouldn’t refresh, saying there was an error. Same for your twitter. Frowning at your screen, you checked to see if Maddy or your father had messaged you back—but your messages had turned green.
That was weird. Your messages with Elliot were blue.
Beginning to get creeped out, you poured yourself some cheerios before scooping some into your mouth; glancing at some random episode of shameless that played on the wide screen.
Chewing with your mouth open, you swirled your spoon in your milk, before taking another bite. But as you ate another spoonful, a harsh knock banged at your door, causing you to bite down onto the medal.
“Fuck,” you cried out, rubbing your jaw before dropping the spoon. A dull ache pounded in your gums as you whimpered, approaching the front before swinging open the front door, and feeling your insides churn with pure annoyance, “What the hell do you want from me, Elliot?”
He had his arm leaned up against the doorframe, looking at you with narrowed eyes.
“You blocked me?”
You shrugged, “You were annoying me.”
“You petty little—“
Letting out a fake yawn, you were about to slam the door in his face—but his palm slapped against the wood before tightening his jaw, “Wait a sec,” he mumbled, leaving you to roll your eyes, but comply. He gulped, eyes flickering, “Look—I didn’t come here to fight. But you were the only number I could message.”
Your brows knitted.
“Were you able to contact anyone else since you got home?”
You blinked, “Well…no, but—“
“Check this out,” he cut you off, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. You chewed on the inside of your cheek whilst he dialed 911, making a gasp tear from you, about to pull the phone from his hands. He stretched them from your gasp,
“Wait—just look,” he grunted dryly, and for a moment, it rung once before a long drawn out beep played for about ten seconds before hanging up the call automatically. Your chest rose in confusion as he looked at you, “See? Not even the police is answering.”
“Maybe it’s just your phone,” you replied, holding up your phone before doing the same. You both watched intently as it did the same thing that it did to Elliot, making your heart drop into your stomach, knowing something definitely was wrong, “What the hell is happening?”
Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, “I dunno, but it’s hot as fuck. Can I come in?”
You were about to reject his request, but were a bit freaked out about what was happening, and didn’t have the never to argue with him. Nodding, you walked over to the couch, taking a seat as you heard him shut your door, “Nice place.”
You didn’t reply, sending a bunch of texts to your friends, hoping at least one of them would answer. But none delivered, becoming a green bubble, making you let out a curse before your head fell in your hands.
This isn’t happening.
Snatching your keys from the table, you jumped to your feet before walking past Elliot, “Where—“
Stomping onto your driveway, your thumb dug into the button in your keys before unlocking your car. Hearing it beep, you climbed inside, shoving the key into the engine before it rumbled.
Hearing the passenger door shut, your eyes snapped over to Elliot, who looked at you with an amused look, “Who gave you permission to come in here?”
He flashed you a sarcastic grin.
“You gonna throw me out? I’d like to see you try.”
Flaring your nostrils, you growled before changing your gear to reverse before exiting the driveway. Elliot turned on the air conditioner, making you scoff at how comfortable he was with being in your car. Twisting the dial to turn up the radio, he lightly hummed to a Blink-182 song that rose through the static; leaning back in his seat as your shoulder remained frigid.
His voice was musical, “You know, I’m sure one joint would do wonders for how tense you are most of the time.”
Sending him a look, he snickered before plucking the stick between his lips; but you snatched it before tossing it out the window. His eyes squinted, tone furious, “What the fuck? That was my property.”
“And this is my car. No smoking allowed.”
“Of fucking course. Almost forgot,” he sneered, “You literally have a big ass warning label on your face that says I’m a fucking prude. Silly me, always forgetting.”
You made a sharp turn, making his shoulder bang against the side, earning a groan from him. You smirked coyly, “Rather be a prude than a douchebag that has at least three sexually transmitted diseases…from different people.”
“I’d say one of them would be from you, but you were a virg—“
Your tires screeched as you pulled into the parking lot, hopping out your car before he could finish that sentence. The seatbelt dug into his chest, resulting in him letting out a shouted curse. Refraining from slapping the fuck outta him, you sped walk towards the grocery store, hoping that there would be workers. If there weren’t, then your suspicions would be true.
Feeling the air conditioning fan you as the electric doors slid open, you paused.
It was like a movie. Nothing you’d ever seen before. Blood curdling in your veins, your stomach depleted as a gust of wind sent chills down your spine.
Mouth falling open, your eyes scanned the empty mart, all registers vacant and not a single person being seen in the aisles. Your eyes turned glossy, from shock, as you began to pant heavily due to panic.
It was fucking impossible.
Where did everyone go?
“You know you’re supposed to lift your foot off the brake rig—no fucking way,” Elliot walked in from behind you, stopping beside you, looking around with his own jaw dropped. He emphasized the curse word, scratching the top of his head, features twisting as he rose to his tip-toes as if to make sure there wasn’t anyone hiding, “That’s…horrifying.”
He turned to face you, raising his brows, “What do we do?”
You thinned your eyes at him, “We?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, attitude in his voice, “It seems like we’re the only fucking people here right now—so yeah. We.”
“I don’t know, Elliot, how the fuck would I know what to do?” You shrugged, “It’s not like I’ve been in this situation before.”
“Oh, so the person that always claims they know everything—doesn’t all of a sudden? I thought you always had a plan,” he barked, waving his hand in the air, “Whoopty fucking doo!”
Pressing your lips together, you looked down at the ground, beginning to ponder what the hell was happening.
You and Elliot were the only people in town. The only reasonable explanation was that a mysterious virus hit town, and everyone evacuated, all in the span of the twelve hours you both were locked in the classroom. But your father wouldn’t have left without you; not unless he was forced against his will.
There was still shopping carts filled with items, meaning that the shoppers had left their things in a rapid rush. Your theory began to make much more sense, since the clues were adding up.
Hearing bottles clinking, your head snapped to the direction of the sound, raising your brows at Elliot—who was trying to pop open a bottle of whiskey.
“What are you doing?” You scolded in a harsh whisper, “You’re eighteen—“
“Who’s gonna come arrest me?” He shrugged, before finally twisting the top open. You let out a groan, rubbing your forehead, as he tossed his head back and took a sip—letting out a cough before his face scrunched up, “Here,” he muttered, handing it to you, “It’ll make you stop thinking so much.”
You pushed it away, “I don’t want to get drunk, Elliot. Especially not with someone like you,” you spat, folding your arms, “Unlike some people, I enjoy having coherent thoughts. And respect for myself. I would never get intoxicated in the same room as you.”
He shot you a brow, “You sure?”
You scoffed.
“As I’ve ever been.”
“Do you listen to asmr?”
Elliot furrowed his brows, leaning his head against one of the aisles as you babbled drunkenly, keeping your back against the case of water bottles. His leg was kicked up, resting his elbow on the other one, as his eyes hooded from intoxication while taking a sip of the whiskey, “At first, I thought it was like, really really weird— but then it felt like, so euphoric inside my ears—“
“__,” Elliot took the bottle from you, pulling a giggle from you, before placing it on his side.
“I think you’ve had enough of this.”
You pouted, stretching your arms to steal it from him, but he only shook his head before you gave up, sitting back onto your bottom, “You always told me to loosen up.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, by pot. You talk too much when you’re drunk.”
“Well that’s just poo.”
His face twisted, “Poo? What are you? Nine?”
“I suppose so,” you replied in a posh british accent, earning a weirded out look from the boy before he chuckled again, shaking his head as you laughed too.
His chuckles died down, his smile faltering as he tipped his head toward you, “Why do you always want to control everything, __?”
Your smile faded away, “I dunno,” you shrugged, brushing a few strands away from your face whilst letting out a thick breath, “I’ve just always been like that I guess. Easier to like it if it’s your way.”
“That why you regret having feelings for me before?” He told you, pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. You gulped while your fingernails dug into the fabric of your sweats,
“—because you couldn’t control me? I was too much?”
Eyes flickering, your shoulders fell, hues dropping whilst hugging yourself. You cleared your throat,
“I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”
That was a lie. You knew that you still cared for him, as much as you hated yourself for it, and wouldn’t think twice smashing his lips against yours. But then again; you were drunk out of your mind at the moment— so that could affect your judgment.
His chest sunk, nodding his head quickly, “Yeah I know,” his voice came out quiet, mustering up a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “I guess I deserve that though.”
You didn’t say anything, watching as he rubbed his thighs with his large palms, looking at you with soft eyes.
“I’m sorry, by the way.”
You swallowed thickly at his words. You had waited two years for him to apologize for what he did. For never speaking to you again after you told him he had been your first. Sure, it was a night one stand, but you at least wanted to stay friends with Elliot afterwards.
But no. He didn’t follow you back on instagram, nor added you on snap. He had acted like you didn’t exist. Like you were nothing.
So yeah, you hated him; or so you thought. Because right now, you didn’t feel like you hated him.
Your eyes threatened to gloss over with tears, remembering how low your confidence had been after, shrugging before looking off into the distance,
“Thanks.”
He nodded, a silence crossing over you two. Your eyes flew back to his, which were on you, his attention completely focused on the person before him.
“Elliot.”
He hummed, his gaze flashing down to your lips, making you do the same to his, “Yeah?”
Your throat went dry, “I think I’m really drunk right now.”
“You are?”
“Uh huh,” you licked your lips, feeling a heat bloom in your chest before meeting his eyes once again. This time they were glazed over with something cloudy, a small sparkle in them, “—I wanna kiss you.”
As soon as he heard those words, he pounced onto you, letting his lips mold into yours. Your hands flew to his shoulders, sneakers creasing against the floor, as he slid his body in between your legs while your back fell against the floor.
It felt like fireworks, as odd as it sounded. Like ears ringing, limbs shaking, adrenaline washing over you as his warmth radiate onto your flesh.
“__,” he groaned against you. His hips grinded into you, his clothes cock rubbing against your core, boosting the level of lust that pumped through you. His hands roaming under your soft skin beneath your hoodie, making your back arch, as you moaned into the kiss, “So fucking hot.”
He swallowed them with greed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, before swiping his soothing tongue over the wound. The pleasure was accentuated by the pain, making you wiggle your hips, trying to rub yourself onto him.
But then an alarm shot through your head, realizing this isn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to have drunk sex with some dude that broke your heart.
Shoving him off you, he let out a grunt, rubbing his lower back before shooting you a confused look, “What—“
“Was this your plan? To get me drunk and hook up with me?” You spat at him, standing up onto your feet. His eyes narrowed as you scoffed, “I wouldn’t put it past you. All you think with is your dick.”
His jaw clenched, eyes turning hard as his tone came out plucked.
“I wasn’t trying to do anything. You said you wanted to kiss me,” he pointed out before standing up as well, straightening out his black and white flannel, “I had no intention of ever fucking you again. It was like fucking a dead person!”
You gasped, gritting your teeth.
“Excuse me?”
He chuckled, nodding, “Yeah. You were too afraid to moan and were boring. Why would I ever want to sleep with you again?”
“I was a virgin you asshole!”
“I can see why,” he spat out with venom, tearing into your chest, “I almost fell asleep while ins—“
“I can’t believe you broke my fucking nose,” Elliot grumbled, trailing behind you while holding a sack of peas to his nose. You grabbed a hair of bread and butter pickles before plopping it into the basket, heading him sigh, “You get to accuse me of wanting to take advantage of you but when I call you a corps—“
You snapped your head over to him, voice sharp, “Do you want a black eye to match your broken nose?”
Rolling his eyes, you hummed in content, before turning back around and scanning the items. Cereal, grains, oatmeal, white bread, english muffins…
Your eyes followed Elliot snatching a box of granola bars, the ones meant for kids, with chocolate coated all over the treats.
“You’re such a child,” you snorted.
He flipped you off, “Fuck off. These are good as fuck.”
You sent him a look, before spinning around, and heading towards the exit. He caught up with you, tearing open one of the wrappers, before munching on a bar.
By the time he was on his second one, you were both at your house, sitting on your porch while you sucked the juice from the pickles. Elliot looked at you with a grossed out look, smoking a joint now, finished eating at the moment whilst a cloud of smoke swirled around you both.
The sour taste of the juice contrasted with the sweetness of the pickle, making you happily tap your feet on the ground, hearing Elliot snicker, “You have an eating dance?”
“There’s people that aren’t miserable like you, Elliot, y’now,” you snapped, giving him the side eye before looking off into the sunset. It was about to make your two days in this weird, isolate version of the world.
“Yeah? Ever think I might just be a little miserable because you punched me?”
“It was well deserved.”
“I’m sure it was, __.”
The wind blew away the hairs from your face, “Why don’t you just go home? I mean, why are you still here?”
“I don’t feel like being alone right now,” he muttered,
“I’m desperate for company— even if it’s you.”
And although you despised him, you did feel a bit better not having to go through this crisis alone. And so for the rest of the time; he stayed at your place.
Nothing much happened the next day. You two didn’t interact with one another, Elliot sitting on your couch while watching tv; stuffing his face with popcorn due to him having the munchies.
Across from the living room, you were seated at the counter, trying to figure out what the hell was happening and how. But every theory you came up with—didn’t really make sense.
If it was a virus, you would’ve at least seen one person or a helicopter by now. But no; there hasn’t been any other source of human life.
Aliens.
Explains itself.
Purgatory.
Somehow, you and Elliot could’ve both been dead; and were waiting together in a sort of dimension for the dead. But it wouldn’t explain why you two were alone together, instead of being with other ghosts. Or saw anything by now.
On the fifth day of being at this place, Elliot broke the vow of silence, by knocking on your bedroom door. Putting the book you were reading down, his eyes rounded as they landed on your laying position.
Your tank top had ridden up, breasts spilling from the top, glancing up at him confused, “Uh,” he stuttered, gulping before looking back into your eyes, “I’m gonna hit the mall. Sick of staying in this house.”
Your tone was dry, “Are you asking me to join you?”
“Obviously.”
“Why would I go with you?”
“Fine, stay here in this house all by yourself; if that’s not creepy to you,” he barked before walking away, making you sit up. Shit; he was right. Throwing the covers away from you, your feet sped down the stairs, heading him snicker. You slapped the back of his head, “Knew you would bre—ah!”
Slipping on your sneakers, you snatched your keys from the table, “I just didn’t want you driving my car. Now hurry up before I change my mind, asshole.”
After arriving to the mall, Elliot suggested raiding the pretzel store; resulting in him stuffing one of the plastic bags filled with cheese sauces. You had no idea why he needed so many of them.
Growing bored, you went over to this one vintage store next door to the hot dog joint, finding a small stereo behind the employee desk. Flicking it on, a random pop tune began to play, bobbing your head up and down whilst dancing around the store.
Mumbling to the lyrics, you let out a squeal, Elliot popping out from behind one of the stores’ aisles with an old woman scarf around his head. You couldn’t help but feel a laugh leave you, pushing his forehead away as he snickered.
“ooooooh i’m in love with judas—judas”
The song began to ring throughout the store, lady gaga’s voice echoing in the room. Your brows raised in surprised when Elliot grabbed a random hanger and used it as a microphone before jumping onto the counter with little to no effort, lip syncing to the lyrics.
Slapping a hand over your mouth, he jumped back down, throwing a pair of glasses at you before sending you a suggestive look. Biting your lip, you looked down at the object, then sighed.
Fuck it. It’s not like anyone else was going to see this.
Sliding them onto your eyes, your vision darkened, beginning to bounce onto your toes like Elliot while singing out the words, both of you letting out giggles like kids while dancing in the store.
You knocked over a stand of hangers, Elliot doing the same after you, trashing the store. He let out a cheer before grabbing your hand, and spinning you.
Then you moved over to the dressing room, a thin sheet of sweat covering your forehead while continuing to dance to the music. It felt great; finally letting go for the first time without any worries. You didn’t have to worry about the consequences, or what kind of grade this would give you.
Beginning to grow tired, you walked back out, Elliot laying on the ground while breathing heavily. Usually, you would send him a sassy remark about how many germs must be on the floor, but instead sank down beside him while you both stared up at the ceiling.
“Didn’t know you were fun, __.”
“I’m full of surprises,” you quipped back, smiling gently even though he couldn’t see it, “I don’t think I’ve ever danced like that.”
His tone came out higher, “Like…not even alone in your room?”
You shook your head, popping the p, “Nope.”
“Interesting,” he muttered, “Very interesting.”
After a few more minutes, you both went exploring a bit more, before heading back home.
You were both now stationed on the couch, Elliot smoking yet neither joint, which hung loosely from his lips.
“I’m gonna sleep,” you announced, curling onto your side on the floor. Elliot nodded, not even glancing at you to keep his eyes glued to the tv, as your eyes fluttered shut.
The tv kept playing in the background, and after a few moments, you felt someone crawl into the blanket beside you. Your body stiffened when Elliot’s cold fingers landed in the bare flesh of your hip, due to your tank top riding up once again, his hot breath fanning your ear.
Body growing rigid, his fingers tapped on the waistband of your boxer shorts, hearing him hum gently. His voice was a whisper, “Say yes, __.”
Your core began to pound, giving you against him, wiggling your hips against his hard on before whimpering, “Please.”
Inhaling sharply, he mumbled fuck before dipping his nimble, talented fingers beneath the elastic and cupping your mound, making your toes curl. He left open mouthed kisses on the open side of your neck as you breathed heavily.
His two fingers rubbed your sensitive pearl, before collecting some of your slick and using it to slide inside your folds. One of your hands flew to his wrist, holding onto him as he gently fingered you in your house under the blanket, “You’re so tight; holy shit, __.”
Letting out a pleading mewl, he chuckled, using his thumb to press harsh circles into your puffy clit. Your hips jolted as he pressed you against him.
“Does that feel good, __?”
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as his musky scent swarmed your mind, “So good. D-Don’t stop.”
Growling at your words, his chest rubbed against your back as you began to rock onto his fingers. He increased the pace, teeth sucking and nipping at the flesh of your throat, but you didn’t dare face each other.
It you had looked at one another—it would make it too real.
“Wanna see you fall apart on my fingers,” he breathed in your ear, biting at the shell of it, “Feel your tight pussy clamp down on ‘em. Missed that feeling.”
“E-Elliot, gonna come.”
His fingers left your slit, rubbing over your beet red clit, “Yeah? Show me, __.”
A high pitched moan rose from your chest, puffing out your breasts as you began to fall over the edge. Shoving his fingers back into your pussy, he added another finger; three of them pulling inside of you.
The knot twisted in your tummy, letting out tiny pants while he added another finger; the stretch setting you off.
Trembling on the floor, your lips fell open and cried out while you came undone by the boys’ hand. He groaned as your warm, wet walls choked his digits— just as he had asked you to do.
Once you came down, he pulled them back out, but kept his hand on your hip; leaning you confused. He didn’t make a move on doing anything else, just wanting to be beside you.
Your chest still tingly from your orgasm, your voice came out small, “What—“
“Just for tonight,” he muttered, digging his nose into your hair before draping his arm over your waist posessively, “Wanna sleep like this just for tonight.”
You gulped, but melted into his presence, snuggling into his arm as you sighed.
“Just for tonight.”
When you had woken up the next morning, your cheek against his chest, you jolted from the position before standing up from the floor. Elliot let out a small groan, rubbing his eyes, as panic began to set in your eyes.
You let him use you again.
Gulping, you brushed your hair away from your face, slapping a hand over your neck where he had kissed you prior.
“Does that feel good, __?”
Elliot rolled over onto the other side, prolonging his slumber with muffled grumbles. Letting out a huff, you raced to the bathroom, in attempt to shower his touch off your limbs completely.
You kept feeling his fingers down in your core, making lust bloom in your tummy—as you scrubbed your flesh with the orange loofa. Until it felt raw, you shut off the water, and threw on a pair of sweats and a baggy, baggy sweater.
Walking back to your room, you approached the window, looking outside with narrowed eyes. You missed your father. You missed Maddy.
It was so fucking exhausting, living with the only person that you ever had real feelings for. And pretending like he didn’t exist; when he was the only person here.
What if you stayed here forever? Would it really be that bad?
Feeling a pair of hands slither around your waist, his warm lips pressed a lingering kiss to the crook of your neck. You melted for a second, but then jumped from his touch, looking at him with wide eyes.
Elliot chuckled, reaching for you with puffy eyes. He must’ve just woken up. His voice rasped lowly, “What’s up with—“
“Last night was a mistake,” you told him, the drowsy smile on his face slowly fading at your words, “I was just lonely—and you were there. But there’s no time to fuck around anymore. I need to figure out a way to get the hell out of this place.”
His jaw tightened, his gaze flickering.
“I’m not going to leave like last time, __. You don’t have to worry about that,” he spoke softly, a tone you weren’t really used to. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, “And we can both figure it out together. We can still be friends.”
You scoffed, “No—we can’t. I wouldn’t be friends with you even if you were the last person on earth.”
His eyes squinted, “That wasn’t the best metaphor.” 
“I’m not doing this,” you muttered, snatching your notebook filled with your theories before tossing it onto your bed, “I need to focus. So please; just go back to your fucking house and leave me alone.”
“Fine,” he spat, sending you a fake smile, “Fuck you.”
He stormed out the room, leading you to bitterly chuckle.
“How grown of you!”
Yeah, you didn’t get much anything done.
You just couldn’t figure it out, and eventually gave up when your skull began to pound. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for treating Elliot the same way he had treated you after you initially slept together.
But then again, that was two years ago. You were both kids then.
Going downstairs, you cooked spaghetti, before packing the delicious noodles into a container and walking over to Elliot’s house. It felt eery, there being no cars and no people walking on the sidewalk.
He was right. It was really fucking creepy.
Knocking on the front door, he didn’t answer, so you tried again. No answer. You debated on leaving, but had made this stupid pasta for him, and he was going to eat it even if you had to shove it down his throat.
Turning the knob, you walked inside, gulping while walking down the only hall. Hearing the light strumming of a guitar, you peeked your head around the bedroom door, and rose your brows at the boy seated at the foot of his head.
He must’ve not heard you knocking earlier.
You recognized the instrumental, being I’m A Mess by Ed Sheeran. It was kinda humorous, actually, that he decided to play this song.
He really did have a talent, though. You knew he sang, but wasn’t aware that he played guitar as well. And he was really good, talented fingers sliding up and down the tail of the guitar while humming to himself.
His eyes were fluttered shut, sunlight shining down onto his golden curls; making him appear like a fallen angel. Feeling your heart turn warm in your chest, you didn’t notice yourself smiling faintly as you watched him— not until his eyes opened and aligned with yours.
He stopped, furrowing his brows while a nasty sound played from the instrument when he smacked his palm against the strings, “You don’t hate me for the time being?”
“You can’t cook for shit,” you bit the inside of your cheek, placing the container onto his desk.
“Figured you were hungry.”
He snorted, looking back down at his guitar, “Yeah, thanks.”
You took that as your cue to leave, pressing your lips together before spinning around.
“Stay—if you want.”
Gulping, you turned to face him, but he kept his eyes drawn to the object in his hands; beginning to play once again. You took a seat on the floor though, hugging your knees as you watched him with a new outlook.
Listening to him for a while, your eyes began to grow drowsy, his voice soothing you so much to the point where you almost fell asleep.
But your eyes bulged when he tossed a pillow at you, wearing a smile that hung from his lips, “Wake up, bitch.”
“The food is getting cold,” you mumbled, grabbing it and handing it to him. He thanked you before going to grab a fork, and ended up bringing two, giving you one before sitting on the floor beside you.
You blushed as you both ate quietly, until his voice broke the silence, “Surprised you didn’t burn it.”
“Shut up,” you laughed softly, putting down your fork as he took another bite, “Fun fact—the only think I can cook is spaghetti.”
“I believe it.”
He wasn’t eating anymore, his gaze falling back onto your lips. The sun had set a while ago, leaving you both under the dimly lit lamp in his room. The tension could’ve been sliced with a knife; his teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip as his eyes bored into yours.
You wanted to bite that lip for him.
But you also needed to be logical, and the only logical—
Eh, fuck it.
You pounced onto him, his hands instantly landing on your hips as you smashed your lips against his. His throat slid up to your throat, “Say you want this,” he breathed into your mouth, flipping you onto your back before grinding his hips into yours. His pupils were blown as he looked down at you, “Say you want me to fuck you; and I will.”
“Fuck me,” you whispered, his eyes flashing, “Fuck me, Elliot. Make me fucking scream.”
He growled before tugging off your hoodie, doing the same to him, bare chests pressing against each other as the rest of your clothes became a pile on his bedroom floor.
The hair on his chin scraped against the inside of your thighs, as he nipped at the flesh, making your slick drip down to the area, “Look at me when I eat this pussy, __. And don’t you fucking dare look away,” he ordered, slapping your clothes pussy when your hazy mind didn’t respond.
His eyes narrowed, “Okay?”
“Okay,” you mewled, arching your hips, “Please—just…”
“Fucking brat,” he spat before pulling your panties down your legs, throwing them behind him. He spread your thighs with his big hands before sucking in sharply when he saw your glistening, pink clit poking out from its hood, “Only like me when you wanna fuck me.”
Your hand flew to his curls, “I barely like you right now, Elliot.”
He chuckled, your eyes squinting into a glare, as he wrapped his lips around your puffy pearl and sucked harshly. Scowl shifting into your mouth falling open, a long moan ringing in his bedroom, his wet tongue flicked at the sensitive nub repeatedly while shaking his head to apply more pressure.
Your nerves were on fire. The strands on his hair tickled your skin as he lapped at your folds, before pulling away and intently looking at them. His lips were glossy from your slick. Spreading open your slit with his two fingers, he didn’t break eye contact before licking and sucking at the sensitive warm walls.
Breathing in deeply, your legs shook around his head, “Oh my god. I fucking hate you, but your mouth is l—like g—god.”
He hummed against you, making a spark of pleasure add a new wave of arousal from your cunt. He lifted his lips, before spitting onto your pussy, and roughly tonging your clit while your eyes begin to shut. His teeth nipped at the pearl, making you gasp, “Don’t fucking close ‘em. I won’t tell you again.”
“But I’m gonna—“
“I don’t care,” he grumbled, “Look at the person who’s making you cum, fucking brat. Show some respect.”
Gasping for breath, you lost composure as the coil snapped inside of you, “Fuck—I’m coming!”
Your eyes squinted as he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, catching every single drop of cum into his greedy mouth. Slurping loudly, you blushed as he kept going, letting out a squeak before pushing him off.
He wiped his chin, chuckling, “That was some pretty fucking good dessert.”
You didn’t know where your newfound confidence came from, but your hands pushed him down onto the floor; taking his cock from within his boxers and rubbing it against your folds.
Elliot widened his eyes at you, leaning on his elbows to really look at you, “Fuuuuck,” he let out a drawn out moan as you sunk down onto his thick, bulbous head—stretching you out. You winced before stopping once he was fully inside you, his size burning your walls, but you didn’t care, beginning to bounce into his length.
“Holy fuck, just like that,” he encouraged, one of his hands slapping your ass. The stinging sensation made you mewl, before he rubbed it after, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, “So sexy. So fucking hot.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders, tipping your head back as you whines out and moaned his name, “Don’t stop.”
“Roger that,” he huffed, moving his lips to your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh making sure to leave a bruise. The pain went straight to your core, making it clench around him, “You’re so tight. Like a—fuck—fucking glove, __.”
He pinched your nipples, “Does it feel good? Fucking the boy you hate the most?” He hissed, spanking your ass again, your thighs growing strained from how hard you were bouncing on his cock. His eyes turned dark, “Jumping on my cock when you couldn’t even stand me two hours ago.”
His filthy words made your orgasm come closer, but you stopped, panting heavily as your body became worn out. He snickered, flipping you onto your back, before throwing your leg over his shoulder, “It’s all good. Now it’s time for me to fuck the brattiness outta you.”
His thumb rubbed at your clit, both of you watched his cock vanish in and out of your folds. You spotted his stomach clenching as he kept toying with your abused pearl, “Love watching this pussy try to take me in. So fucking cute.”
“God, I’m close,” you announced, making his thrusts become more erratic. Your hand flew to his wrist to hold onto something as he began to reach your cervix, “Holy fuck, Elliot, I—“
“There we go,” he breathed, your cunt so asking around his cock as you convulsed repeatedly. Your high hit you out of nowhere, eyes turning glossy as he smirked down at you, “There we fucking go. All over me.”
He pulled out his cock, rubbing it on your clit quickly, making a few drops of your cum splatter across both of you. You let out a scream as he shoved himself back in, ignoring the fact that you just came, making you began to scramble away from his length.
“Take it like a good girl,” he grabbed both your arms, forcing you to keep still as he began to now completely give it to you; chasing his release. His teeth gritted, “Don’t run away from me. Need you to come again for me.”
You didn’t know how you came so fast again, but as soon as his fingers began to messily rub your clit, you gritted your own teeth before the knot snapped. This time, Elliot came with you, his lips falling onto yours as he moaned against you. You both shook against each other as you came down, and after he caught his breath, he pulled out of you.
“Ow,” you whispered, and his eyes flickered.
“My bad.”
You waved your hand, “It’s fine.”
Putting your clothes back on, Elliot watched you with careful eyes, clearing his throat as you buckled your bra, “__.”
You hummed, looking at him with shy eyes. He bit his bottom lip, “I don’t want this to be just another—one night stand.”
You pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
“Let’s just see how things will go from here.”
“But what if we go back—and you don’t want anything to do with me?”
You didn’t know what to say, so you just swallowed before mumbling goodnight, and turned on your side. Elliot let out a sigh before sitting in the chair by his desk, and you tried your best to sleep.
You were woken up by someone slapping your cheek, eyes bulging as you met Maddy’s. She was bent on her knees, looking over at Elliot, who was holding you in his arms. You recognized the classroom you both were in, and realized it had all been a dream.
I mean—it had to be..right?
“Did you two fuck?”
Elliot jolted awake, wearing the same thing he was wearing the day you both got locked in the class; leaving you to believe perhaps it really was all just a figment of your imagination. You gulped as he looked at you, confused as well, brows pulled together as Maddy cackled, “Oh my god, you did! In the class too? Shit!”
“What’s going on?” You muttered, scratching your head.
Her eyes squinted at your neck, “Yeah, that hickey on your neck is what’s going on.”
She stood back up onto her feet, “Whatever. The assembly was boring as fuck without you, come on,” she sighed before walking out the class, swaying her hips in her pink joggers, “I’m fucking starving!”
Elliot leaned upwards, “We’re back.”
Oh. So it wasn’t a dream.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Guess so.”
He was about to stand up, but you pulled him in by his collar, pressing your lips to his. It was a sweet kiss; reassuring that you did want more than just sex. He kissed back, before biting back a smile when you pulled away, “See you later?”
He nodded, “If that’s what you want.”
Smiling while blushing, he sent you a salute, “Later, __.”
You chuckled as he skipped out the room, making you giggle more, bedore Maddy peeked her head around the room, “Did I just see Elliot skip out the room? Is your pussy that enchanting, bitch?”
“Thanks to you. Would’ve never been locked in here if you hadn’t texted me.”
A puzzled look crossed her features, “Texted you what?”
“For the pads,” you reminded, brushing off your jeans, “Remember?”
Her tone was confused.
“__…I never sent a text.”
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Ocean Blue Eyes, Looking in Mine
|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || an: i wrote this cause i thought rep tv was gonna be announced 😕 || based on the song gorgeous by taylor swift || requests are open!! ||
summary: Finnick flirts with you at one of the Capitol parties. (wc: 942)
warnings: drinking, I think thats it!!
The only interesting thing about the Capitol parties you were forced to attend, was that every now and then, you got to see Finnick Odair. The two of you had spoken a few times in District 4, but never enough to be considered friends. But he had always seemed nice, and he clearly still was, even after all these years, even after the Hunger Games.
“You might get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking tonight, honey,” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk.
“Why do you talk like that?” You ask, playfully swatting his hand away as he tries to take your glass of wine away. You needed the wine to distract you from the party. From its blinding lights that were starting to hurt your eyes, and the overly eager citizens of the Capitol that were beginning to get on your nerves. You needed it to keep you from counting down the seconds until you could go home.
“Talk like what?” He asked with one of those charming smiles he always seemed to have on. The smile you both loved and hated.
“Like that,” you reply, smiling as he looked at you in confusion.
You had never admitted it to anyone, but you had always had a bit of a crush on Finnick Odair. It started when you were both five years old, and he helped you up after you tripped over a few seashells on the beach. He had helped you up, brushed some of the sand off you, and helped you look for your parents after noticing your legs had started to bleed. And after he brought you back to them, he had stayed to make sure you were okay. You weren’t sure if he remembered that day, but you did, and you couldn’t help but have a crush on him afterward. A crush that still stood as you looked at his face. At his golden hair, at his dimples, and at those blue eyes that reminded you all too much of the ocean that surrounded your shared district. It wasn’t fair that he could still make you feel this way, all these years later, even if you two have only spoken a handful of times since then. You decided to blame it on the alcohol.
“Excuse me,” you suddenly state, “I see someone I should talk to,” you say with a smile. You didn’t know who you would go talk to, but that seemed like a problem for the future. Right now, you just needed to clear your head, and Finnick Odair certainly wasn’t helping with that.
You noticed the flash of a small frown on Finnick’s face before he quickly replaced it with one of his charming smiles. “Of course,” he replied, taking your free hand and raising it to his lips. “It was lovely talking to you again,” he finished, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he said your name.
You knew Finnick Odair was a well-known flirt, which is why you tried to calm your heart as his lips touched the back of your hand. But the alcohol coursing through your veins certainly wasn’t helping with that.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” You suddenly asked, immediately regretting the question as he smiled at you—a soft, sweet smile.
“No,” he replied, “I do not.”
The two of you stared at each other as you went over his response in your head. His ocean blue eyes looking into yours as you contemplated how to respond. You felt as if you could drown in those eyes as he creased his eyebrows, looking at you in confusion.
“Why do you look confused?” He asked as you shrugged with a smile.
“I’m deciding if that’s a good or bad thing.” You replied.
“If I have a girlfriend?” He asked with a laugh. You simply nodded. “Why would it be a bad thing?”
Because you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts. It doesn’t make sense how you of all people could be single. “Because if you’re single, there’s no hope for the rest of us,” you joke.
“I’m sure there’d be hope for you,” he replies with a smile. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
You could feel yourself grow warm at his compliment. “Does that usually work on the other girls?” You joked. He just laughed.
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “I don’t really go around calling other girls gorgeous,” he said with a wink.
Oh. “What do you call them then?” You asked.
“Pretty,” he replied, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re the only one I’ve ever called gorgeous.” His hand drops back to his side as he smiles.
Oh. He only ever called you gorgeous? Oh
“Well,” he says, glancing around the room, “I shouldn’t keep you from the person you needed to talk to,” he said.
You had forgotten that. You wanted to admit you had lied about needing to talk to someone in order to avoid his gaze. To avoid the butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you, touched you, and flirted with you. You wanted to stay and continue talking with him. To continue letting him compliment you as you stared at the captivating eyes you wished to get lost in. But you had embarrassed yourself around him enough for one night.
“Right, of course,” you replied with a nod, fighting a smile as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand once more. “I’ll see you around, Finnick,” you said as he smiled, lightly squeezing your hand before releasing it.
“I hope so,” he responded before leaving to mingle with the citizens of the Capitol.
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because you’re mine (it seems like we’re meant to be)
reader x elliot // bonfire fluff
warnings: drugs , alcohol use
a/n : i know this is very random, considering i’m a bts account, but recently euphoria has been giving me motivation to write, so feel free to request more!💫
the white shafts of daylight have passed, gone are the shadows of evening. flames from the fire rise boldly against the black sky. before that great fire their skin is glowing red, orange and gold. every eye is reflecting the flickering light, each iris containing a small picture of the bonfire before them. yet, it isn’t simply just the sight that has you mesmerized, so too has the crackling and the woody fragrance of smoke. you end up being put in front of elliot’s legs, feelings his knees against your back. you feel something press against your lips. as you look down to see a cup and elliot’s face, peering up at you imploringly as he offers the drink to you.of course, you take it, pulling it away to peer into the contents.
“what is this?” you ask; it’s bright blue and looks like there’s glitter in it.
“i made it,” says elliot, and that’s enough of a reason to believe that you won’t die drinking it. so you knock back half of it in one go, swallowing and then frowning as you hand the cup back.
“it’s supposed to taste like blueberry slushie, but i’m not sure if i got it right”.
you smack your lips. “tastes more like synthetic syrup” you admit, moving your hand to run your fingers over the nape of elliot’s neck.
his lips curl back into a hazy grin, reaching up to plant a kiss on your lips “i guess you’re right” elliot says moving back, but you kiss him back, a little harder than necessary; you’re not nearly drunk enough, but you kiss elliot like that anyway.“alright, alright,” rue calls. “don’t start fucking with all of us here”
elliot pulls back, turning to look at her, then pecks your cheek smiling, “there’s a first time for everything.”
beside rue, lexi makes a pained noise and immediately gets up.
you pull back from elliot just enough, although you’re still tangled together as the rest of you dissolve into another conversation.
you let yourself listen to the lazy conversation as elliot wraps himself around you, clingier than usual thanks to the alcohol. elliot can still remember the new year’s eve, when you’ve crushed through the door trying to find rue, as cliche as it sounds, he knew you’ll mean a lot to him in the near future.
and you did, still do.
maybe it was inevitable, then, for you to fall together the way you did—under the stars, and the entire world at your feet. when you kissed him for the first time out there, elliot told you it was probably a bad idea. but as soon as your lips met, both knew, there was no going back.you bring the joint to your lips and inhaling before you let out a long stream of smoke as you stare up at the stars.
there’s a light touch of elliot’s fingers caressing your sides.
you look up at him with that same lazy grin; there’s only the light of the moon and the fire, but it’s enough to see the way elliot looks at you.
you want to blame it on the alcohol and the drugs, but elliot always kind of looks at you like he can’t believe you are real, like no high or euphoria could ever compare. you understand. it’s the way you look at him, too.
you take another drag of your joint and then lift your chin up, and elliot gets it immediately, leaning down and over you until your lips are nearly touching. you hold it for a second, at least until elliot gets impatient and bites your bottom lip, and then you open your mouth and breathe the smoke into his mouth. you can feel elliot grinning as your lips brush together, and then you lift your head up an inch to press your lips together into a kiss.by the time you resurface—or elliot pulls away, letting you back into the rest of the world, because it’s always hard to focus on anything else—the others have started their own conversation.
“you two are making me sick,” says nate.
“you’re fucking sick,” says fez.
you’re too lost in your own thoughts, brought back to the present only by elliot tickling your chin, leaning in and whispering, “are you sleeping?”
you grin, keeping your eyes closed as you murmurs “just thinking.”
“about?”
you hum. “you.”
elliot kisses your nose. you finally open your eyes, looking up at elliot looking down at you.
“i love you, you know,” says elliot, not taking his eyes off you.
you thumb at the corners of elliot’s mouth,“ i love you too,” you answer, breathless.
step on me
pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x fem!reader
summary: chad feels the need to prove to ethan that you’re his and what better way than to finger you on the couch right next to him.
warning(s): 18+ content, fingering, jealous chad, ethan isn’t ghostface in this he’s just a normal nerdy guy, chad fingering you while ethan is sleeping and unedited work
© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work
Chad liked to believe he was a respectable man, he tried to be the kind of guy you’d wanna take home to your parents. He usually was, he wasn’t ever too handsy in public and he’d always wait till you guys were alone for anything but today was different.
Tonight was your movie night which was usually just the two of you but then stupid Ethan had to tell you some fucking sob story about how he’d be alone tonight and you were always too sweet for your own good so you had offered for him to hang with you guys.
He knew Ethan wouldn’t be alone tonight, he had a study date with Ruby from Chemistry but he also knew about the huge crush Ethan had on you. It was obvious to everyone except you, you thought he was just being nice but Chad knew the truth.
Chad saw the eyes Ethan gave you, he recognized them as the same ones he often gave you, now Ethan wasn’t usually a problem but lately Ethan had obviously been inching his way deeper into your life.
Chad hated it.
And now Ethan was sitting on the other side of you on the couch Chad had planned to ravish you on. Chad rolled his eyes as Ethan made you laugh, again.
Chad had his arm protectively thrown over your shoulder making sure Ethan kept some distance between himself and you. “You’re actually really funny, Ethan.”
“Thank you.” The boy blushed “Can we just watch the movie?” Chad huffed not bothering to glance at Ethan but you raised your head “What’s wrong?” You speak quieter but Chad doesn’t bother hiding the conversation from Ethan “I just wanna watch the movie.”
“We don’t usually watch the movie anyways.” He looked down immediately seeing your sweet eyes and he softened until he heard Ethan’s nagging voice “What do you usually do?”
Before you get to respond Chad does “We usually fuck.” He raised his head glaring at Ethan who’s face was turning red.
“Chad!” You scolded him not really knowing what had gotten into him “I’m sorry.” You apologized to Ethan before the three of you decided to focus on the movie.
By the time the movie finish Ethan had fell asleep on the other side of the couch while you had gotten up to get water.
Chad couldn’t help but glare at Ethan’s sleeping body, he wouldn’t be surprised if this was apart of Ethan’s plan so he can stay the night with you.
All Chad wanted to do was take you upstairs and you fuck you so hard that Ethan could hear you moaning from down here and maybe Ethan would finally get the message but then a thought crossed his mind and he smirked when he saw you walking back towards him.
He could do one better.
You gasped when he pulled you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he kisses you roughly his hand on the back of your head.
You tried to keep up with his fast movements, your hand holding onto the couch cushion as he pulled you impossibly closer like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.
“Chad.” You moaned against his lips when he gripped your breast through your thin t-shirt. His tongue pushing against yours and his hand began to slid your shirt over your breasts but you stopped him just before he could “We can’t.” You whisper, he can hear your breathlessness in your voice.
"He's sleeping." He promised as you looked over your shoulder to where Ethan was sleeping, you could hear his snores and his head was turned towards the tv.
You turned back to Chad with a raised brow "He's a heavy sleeper I swear." He said playing with the material of your shirt but Chad’s lying, now if he knew something it was that Ethan was a light sleeper. Ethan slept like he was always watching his back.
You don’t seem convinced.
"One time I fell, it made a loud thud and guess what? He stood sleeping like a fucking baby." He twisted the story remembering the way Ethan had jumped up like someone was trying to murder him.
But he needed Ethan to know you were his and what better way than to fuck you on the couch right next to him.
"Maybe he didn't want to embarrass you." You replied but you let him slide his hands under your top squeezing your breasts in his hand "You're so paranoid babe." He hummed pressing a kiss to the side of your neck and you moved your head a bit so he could have better access.
“I wish you’d be more paranoid considering that we’ve been almost murdered before.” You argue as he pulls the shirt over your breasts. As he rolls his nipple between his finger he shrugged “I choose not to dwell.”
"Choose not to dwell my ass, you almost punched that guy in the ghostface mask when we first moved here." He lifted his head from where he was focusing on kneading your breasts to look at you with a scoff "Hey, hey that dickhead was taunting you, I was protecting your honor."
You laugh at his words shaking your head "I think you were just scared." You teased cupping his face letting your thumb trace his skin leaning your head against his "Whatever." He said with a pout but you raised your head a bit pecking his lips.
"It's okay, if Ghostface comes back, you can hide behind me." He smiled at you, catching your lips one more time as he began slipped his hand under your shorts.
He let out an exasperated moan just to bother you when he felt you had no panties on.
“Shh." You shushed him but he didn't respond his finger rubbing your clit in small circles and the sudden pleasure catches you by surprise as you thrust your hips up but he wraps his other arm around your waist to hold you against him.
You bit your lip to bite back a moan your hand wrapping around his wrist but it only encourages him more.
“Raise your hips.” He muttered and you follow his instructions embarrassing quick raising your hips so he can slide your shorts off letting them drop to the ground.
He lets out a happy hum spreading your legs again. He dragged his fingers through your wet folds, his middle finger teases your opening pushing just the tip in before pulling it out “Chad.” you whine leaning your head back trying to move your hips against his hand but it’s hard with his strong arm holding you down.
“Hm, what’s your wrong baby?” Chad asked throwing glances behind your head to where Ethan laid “Want me to touch you?” His voice is louder but you don’t catch it.
“Please.” You turn your head looking at him and Chad could never really resist your pretty eyes.
“Anything for you.” He says pushing his thick finger inside you a small gasp escaping yours lips, he moved slow at first pressing small pecks to your lips before you deepened the kiss.
Your hand slid to the back of his neck moaning against his lips when he shoved another finger inside you. Your tongue pushing against his before you sucked lightly at the tip of his tongue causing him to groan Chad’s fingers moving faster inside of you.
You pulled away moaning rather loudly, Chad smiled leaning his head against yours. You were so lost in yourself you had forgotten Ethan had even been sleeping at the end of the couch. Chad had always had that effect on you, you knew how to make you forget everything you were thinking.
He loosens his arm around your waist letting you move yourself against his fingers “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers.” He kisses your cheek watching as you fucked yourself on his fingers, the sound of your wetness was almost embarrassing.
And just as your felt the band almost snap, Ethan had shifted on the couch. “Chad.” You moan as he still thrusted his fingers inside you like he hadn’t noticed.
“We should stop.” You tell him through labored breaths turning your head to him and Chad pouted “He’s sleeping babe.”
“But what if he wakes up?”
“This’ll only take a second baby, you’re almost there aren’t you?” you gasped his fingers thrusted hitting your g spot “Chad, please.” It’s almost too much and you don’t know if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.
He throws a glance towards Ethan watching as Ethan visibly tenses up, obviously now awake. Chad smirked “You’re mine right baby?”
“Mhm.” You squeezed your eyes shut “Say it for me” he whispered in your ear.
“I’m yours Chad.” you whimpered “Only yours.” he kisses your temple as you unravel on his fingers. He fucks your through your high, a smile on his face “You did so good.” He pulled his fingers away from you having no shame as he pushed his fingers in his mouth sucking on them with a dramatic groan.
“Chad!” you laughed covering your mouth to try and hide it “You’re a freak.” he chuckled as well “Go upstairs for me, I’ll meet you in a second.” He told you tapping your thigh lightly.
“Oo for what?” you played coy but you couldn’t hide the excited smile on his face “So I can fuck you into the bed.” He pecked your lips and you giggled climbing off his lap before stopping.
“What about Ethan?” you whispered looking between your boyfriend and the boy “I’ll wake him up.” He promised before you scurried off up the stairs he waited a moment before waking up the boy who he knew was already awake.
They played dumb to each other for a moment acting like nothing had happened “Do you need a ride home? I can call you an uber.” Chad offered as Ethan grabbed his jacket. “No.” Ethan cleared his throat shaking his head “I’ll walk.”
Chad nodded leaning back on the couch watching as the brunette moved towards the door “Ethan?”
“Yeah?” Ethan turned back towards his friend who smiled at him “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.” Chad’s voice is soft like there isn’t an underlying threat in his words.
Ethan nodded quickly his eyes widened “Yeah, yeah of course man.” he promised “I would never mess with Y/N.”
“Just making sure Ethan.” Chad squinted at the boy before smiling again “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he waved as if he hadn’t just threatened his friend.
“I-I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ethan stuttered before leaving carefully closing the door behind him. Chad stood there for a moment tapping at the arm of the couch .
“Chad!” You impatiently called after your boyfriend causing him to laugh jumping up from his seat “I’m coming! And you better have your damn clothes off!”
“When do I ever have my clothes on?!” You called back making him shake his head as he climbed up the stairs skipping a few steps to get there faster.
“God, I fucking love you.” he muttered underneath his breath.
a/n: this isn’t proofread so there’s 100% grammar errors and im sorry if this sucks but if you like it feel free to request and tell me what you think.
imagine luke and hades!reader who has a hellhound as a protector bc she’s a big 3 kid. this hellhound is very protective so this got me thinking. imagine the r is going at it with luke, and luke makes her moan and barely a second later, this hellhound is clawing at the door and barking bc it thinks r is hurt, when really it’s the opposite.
idk just a thought i had :)
want to make it known that @gh0stsp1d3r has written a hades!reader w a hellhound concept as well
your moan is still echoing around the empty barn whenever you hear the first scratch. at first, you attribute it to nothing, choosing to focus on the long and steady strokes luke is pushing up into your gut.
but when you groan at the feeling of luke pushing down on your lower abdomen, making you feel the outline of him within you, you hear the scratching again, this time paired with a whimper you recognize well.
"wait, luke." he's quick to stop, curls flopping as he looks up at you with his eyebrows pinched together.
"what?"
with the wet sounds of your cunt and the shared groans between you and luke eliminated, you can hear the sound of an upset dog on the other side of the bolted barn doors.
you don't have to be looking at luke to know he's frowning whenever you start to push him away. he doesn't go far, though, only unsheathing himself just to the tip.
"drac?" your voice elicits another whimper from the dog on the other side of the door.
you turn back to luke with a pout on your lips. "luke, he's sad. he wants to come in."
luke, clearly not as fond of your hellhound as you are, scoffs and pushes you to lay back down.
"so he can try to bite me as soon as i touch you?"
you hit his shoulder halfheartedly. you intended for there to be more power behind the jab, but it's then that luke sinks back into you and your limbs have a tendency to turn to mush whenever your boyfriend fucks you.
"that was ..." it takes you a moment and loads of determination to finish your sentence. "that was one time."
"one time too many." luke dips his head to suck on the spot that always clears your mind. psychological warfare that works up until dracula barks.
you're whining when you tell luke that you should at least go check up on him. eventually, he sighs, lets up on your skin, and faces you with his lips turned down and his eyes a little emotionless.
"lemme at least make you cum and then we can all go play a nice game of fetch. okay?"
you're quick to agree, laying back complaisantly and holding up your half of the deal so luke can do the same.
just friends?
she fell first, he fell harder
wc: 2.2k
pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x reader
Summary: In the early years of your adolescence, you made the grave mistake of asking Miles to ‘practice kissing’ for future suitors. That mistake would come back to bite you every following day.
Warnings: cursing, childhood friends to lovers, friends that kiss, jealousy, started off the fic with a bang cuz i dont believe in small talk, possessiveness
A/N: what happened to hello? what happened to how are you?
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Your current predicament was straddling Miles' lap as you both kissed like this would be the last time you ever did. His hands grabbed onto your thighs that encased his legs. Pulling away for a second, you watched as a small string of saliva binds both of your lips.
Looking down at him, you asked out of breath, "We're still just friends, right?" The question caught him off guard. But he responds with a teasing smirk, "Yeah, yeah ma. Just friends." You nervously bit your bottom lip, nodding at his response. Wrapping your hands onto his braids, you smashed your lips against his yet again to ignore your conflicted thoughts.
It's times like this when your past mistake comes back to haunt you. And he made sure you never lived it down. The mistake in question was made on the playground with Miles when you were both ten. Being the young and innocent child you were, you proposed to 'practice kissing' for potential lovers in the future. As all kids do. He accepted and it all sprouted from there. You were each other's first kiss.
That first kiss was only one of many to come. You both had urges, after all. Since your younger days, it turned into something a bit more than just practice. But you never gave it a second thought. Until of late. What used to be a silly playground crush on Miles only grew stronger as the years passed by.
In all honesty, you had no clue where you stood with Miles. What were you, friends that kiss periodically? That was how it was, you suppose. But what you did know was that you'd stay by his side no matter the circumstance. Even if it meant that your friendship would never develop into more. Although occasionally you wished you never initiated to 'practice kissing' with him in your naive and prepubescent years. That would solve your problem at its roots and prevent the rapidly growing feelings you had for him. It was no doubt a mistake in your mind.
Separating your lips for a second time, you pulled away again. He stared at you in confusion. You looked frantic, "Shit, what time is it?" Glancing at the time on your phone, you cursed. It was 3:30 pm. "Fuck, I have a date at four o'clock. I gotta go, Miles." You jumped off of Miles' lap on his bed and swiftly started packing up your things.
Miles felt jealousy start to boil within his stomach as his lap felt empty. He was right here, why would you need to go on a date with some other guy? Furrowing his brows, he irritably questioned, "What do you mean you have a date? With who?" He tried to conceal his annoyance but failed miserably.
"Some guy from my physics class asked me out, sorry but I gotta go." Grabbing your bag, you pecked his cheek lightly as a goodbye. Glancing in his mirror one last time, you tamed any stray strands of hair.
Your response only fueled his jealousy, "Fuck you mean? Do you even know his name?" He started interrogating you.
"Of course I do, it's..." You paused for a second to think, and your conclusion was unclear. Your mind was foggy. "I think it's Javi? Or maybe Jake? Jacob? Shit, I think you kissed the thoughts right out of my brain." You rambled. Your words made him crack a slight smirk, and he said, "Nah, you ain't going on that date ma." pulling you back into his hold by your hips.
"I can't just stand him up, Miles." You told him, starting to regret agreeing on going on the date. "I could take you on a better date than he can, mami." He suggested.
He was full of surprises this afternoon. Usually, he didn't display such possessiveness. You didn't even like the supposed guy you were going on a date with. You just thought he could help you get your mind off of Miles for a few minutes.
Raising an eyebrow, you asked, "Is that an offer?" "It's a promise." He responded without an ounce of hesitation. The way he was staring at you almost made you take him up on it. "Tempting, but I'll have to take a rain check. See you tomorrow. Alright, Miles?" You waved goodbye and walked out his door.
"'Ight, ma. See you." He gave up. As he watched you walk out the door of his room, he groaned in frustration.
The unfortunate recipient of his frustrations was a punching bag in his Uncle Aaron's apartment. Striking the bag with all the force he could muster, the punching bag rumbled on the chain it was strung upon. His knuckles were slowly getting bloodier with each hit, but he couldn't feel it. He could only feel you. It was the only thing he wanted to feel, anyway.
His Uncle inevitably noticed his behavior. Cleaning off one last knife, he set it down and walked towards his nephew. He held the punching bag steady and questioned him, "What's up with you, man?"
Continuing to throw punches at the unsuspecting punching bag, he responded sharply. "It's nothin'. Just my girl going on a date with some other guy." His nostrils flared slightly.
With those two sentences, his Uncle understood his sour mood. "That doesn't sound like nothing. And you just let her? I don't think you're my nephew, man." Shrugging, Miles took a quick water break. Taking a long swig of water, he replied, "You know her, she's stubborn." He had introduced you to his Uncle a while back. His whole family knew you, in fact. Every time he went back home, his mother asked about you. How you are, and when he’s going to tell you how he feels. It seemed everyone knew. Except you.
"Hey. If you want this girl, you gotta show her before someone else does." His Uncle wisely told him. Miles stopped hitting the punching bag and started wrapping his bloodied knuckles in bandages.
Those words stuck with Miles for the rest of the night as he made his way back to his dorm.
Laying on the bed of his dorm, Miles stayed up thinking about what his Uncle told him. His dorm felt empty without you there, he realized.
The next afternoon in his dorm again, you laid on your stomach on his bed, kicking your feet in the air. You frequented his dorm so often that you were more of a roommate to him than his actual one. Glancing at Miles, you noticed the bandages on his knuckles. “Ay, Miles. What happened?” You asked him, taking his hand into yours to inspect it. He disregarded it, "Don’t worry about it.” He continued, addressing the elephant in the room. “How was your date with Javi, Jake, or Jacob?"
You casually respond, "Actually, his name was Jason. And it was fine, I suppose. Although I called him by the wrong name a few times until he corrected me." You mumbled the last part, embarrassed. Not to mention, you almost called him by Miles' name. Not just once but multiple times.
"Just fine, huh?" He replied, intrigued. And slightly satisfied that you didn't have too good of a time.
"Yeah. I mean, he tried kissing me by the end. But his breath reeked of garlic, so I looked the other way and pretended I didn't notice." You said with a grimace, pretending to get flashbacks. In reality, Miles ruined kissing for you. You couldn't stop seeing Miles' face as your date was leaning into you. He wasn't him.
Stifling a laugh, he grinned at you. "So, does that mean you want to take me up on my offer now?" You whipped your head to him in surprise as you said, "You were serious about that? I mean, I'm down." Friends go on dates, don't they? You thought to yourself.
Nodding his head, he said, "I made a promise, ma." He started to stand up, gently grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. Locking your hand onto his arm, he led you out of campus.
Miles brought you to an endearing cafe only a few blocks away from the campus. A diamond in the rough, you thought. As you both sat down across from each other, you felt your nerves spiking.
Truth be told, he still made you nervous at times. Although you've undoubtedly been friends with him for longer than either of you could remember. The both of you ordered food and you started to speak, "So, you take all your girls here, Miles?" Putting on a calm facade, you teased him. You were glad he couldn't see your leg bouncing with anxiousness underneath the table.
He let out a slight puff at you, "What girls? Solo eres tú, mami. You know that." Your heart fluttered slightly at his words. Widening your eyes, you murmured, "I didn't know that, actually." You cleared your throat and enunciated, "How'd you find out about this place then?" Your voice piqued with interest. You didn't believe he would frequent this cute cafe in his spare time. It wasn't exactly his scene, so to say.
"This is where my dad took my ma on their first date." He said with an unusually soft tone, staring into your eyes for your reaction. You would never guess it, but he saw a future with you. Ever since that day on the playground, he knew it was real. His affection for you never dimmed since then.
As you both locked eyes, you realized then that he took you to a place that was sentimental to him and his family. This cafe was where his parent’s story first started. All of a sudden, this date felt a bit more serious than he had originally let on.
Under his stare, you felt your face go warm, "That's beautiful, Miles." After a few moments, you continued, "I suddenly feel like I'm intruding, though." His response came quick, "Never, mami. What makes you say that?" You confessed the thoughts that swarmed your brain right when you walked into the cafe, "I mean, this place feels a bit intimate for people that are 'just friends'" You said with air quotations.
"I think we're past that stage. Don't you, princesa?" You nodded at him. He was right, you thought. After all, friends don't usually have an oral fixation for their friend's mouth.
Your orders came at the same time. You both comfortably conversed. It was a nice change of pace after your date from yesterday. After you both ate your orders and paid, Miles and you walked down the street with his fingers settling on your waist. You spoke up, "Thanks for bringing me here today, Miles. I had a good time with you." You wanted nothing more than to reach up and kiss him til he couldn't breathe, but resisted.
"Anytime. If it meant you'd stop going on dates with other guys." He said casually, but his grip firmed on your waist. Your head turned to him at his words. After your date with Miles, you were sure he ruined dates for you as well. Just like he ruined your ability to kiss anyone else. "Yeah, I'm not even sure I'll want to go on a date with anyone else after this." You said under your breath. He silently grinned.
As you both made your way back to Miles' dorm, the urge to kiss him only became stronger. You could tell he felt it, too. You noticed how he walked a bit faster to go back to his dorm.
Once the door to his room opened, you gave in to your desires and pulled him in by his hoodie to connect your lips. He backed you against his door as his hands traveled all over your body like it was a new territory he was unfamiliar with. He couldn't get enough of you. Groaning into your mouth, he deepened the kiss impossibly more. You both parted for a moment to get a quick breath of air.
Staring into his eyes, you told him before you lost the courage, "I don't want to be just friends. Friends that kiss sometimes when they feel like it." He looked at you like you just told him he won the lottery. In his eyes, this scenario was better than winning the lottery. He grinned as he kissed you again. Full of heat, his kiss spoke louder than words. "Then why don't we be lovers that kiss?” He pulled away to whisper against your lips. “Yeah, I think I like that idea.” You smiled against his lips.
That kiss from yesterday would be the last kiss you shared. As friends, that is. And this would be your first kiss as lovers. From the very first chapter of your life, he was there. And to the present-day chapter of your life, he's still here with you. In the end, It'll always be him and you.
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solo eres tú - it’s only you
princess - princess
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In which you pretend not to know your boyfriend is Kick-Ass. maybe OOC characters, I got a little carried away, and maybe mixed timeline, I haven't watched the movies in a while... Also, Dave x Mean! reader because who doesn't love that?
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“I think Kick-Ass is hotter,” you look over at Dave, licking your ice cream almost teasingly. “If I had the chance, I’d fuck his brains out.”
Dave blushed madly, rubbing his cheeks before you stand and tug on his arm. “Dave, I think we should start heading out. You’re walking me home, right?”
Dave nodded quickly, as you thought that it was best because you had been taking care of him since his injury or said that because it had been a while. “Y-Yeah! I will, I’m coming.”
He waved at his friends as you tugged him out, throwing away the napkin that previously held your ice cream cone away. “I mean it,” you said abruptly, smiling over as you held his hand. “I would fuck him so hard he wouldn’t be able to talk.”
“W-Would you?” Dave finally speaks, looking over at you as you smiled.
“Hell yeah I would.”
Later that night, Mindy stared at him as he fixed his mask. “This isn’t a good idea, Dave."
In all seriousness, he really thought she would fight him to make him stay. What he was doing was stupid, but he was about to get laid. By you. The most beautiful girl in the world.
"This," he grinned back at her. "Is an amazing idea. I'm going to get laid so fucking hard."
"What if she wants to take off your mask?"
"She won't."
"What if she recognizes your voice?"
He paused, then smiled. "When I'm nervous, my voice gets higher. She won't recognize it. I'll see you later!"
He ran out, quickly going to your home. How was he going to get in? Would he sneak in through the window you always had unlocked that was right next to your dresser? Or would he throw rocks at your window, begging for you to let him up so you could fuck him?
He started to panic, how the hell would he sneak into your house?
In nervousness, he paced in the back alleyway behind your house before his phone buzzed, your name blaring on the screen.
Y/N 8:57PM come in through the window ;)
It made him pause before he looked at your window, gasping as you stared at him with your body lit in light of your bedside lamp. He could see your bright smile as you gave him a small wave, a gulp echoing through the alley as you opened up the window a bit and leave it open with a hairbrush.
He inhaled deeply as he slowly jumped over the fence, climbing up the tree that led up to the window, easily slipping through after pushing it up before carefully pushing it down. He gasped as he looked back, staring at his reflection through the mirror from where you sat in front of your vanity.
"It's slightly... perverted to sneak into a woman's house, right?" Your fingers rubbed moisturizer into your face like he had seen you do in the nights he slept over. "Dave knows that, but I'm assuming Kick-Ass doesn't."
Dave cleared his throat, pushing his hands to cover the front of his suit, specifically over his crotch. He loved it when you said his name. "I-I uhm... you know Dave as well? I know Dave too."
He watched as you giggled. "I do know Dave, very well. But something's telling me you know him a little better than I do."
He swallowed, humming before making his voice deeper. “I-I’ve known Dave a long time… Y/N.”
“Have you now?” You stood, slowly walking over and swaying your beautiful hips before you stood in front of him. “How long?”
“M-My whole life.”
You giggled as he slowly stepped forward to meet you in the middle, your fingers trailing down his chest as you pressed firm kisses wherever your fingers went and you slowly got down on your knees, your skimpy lingerie-like pajamas. "Did Dave ever tell you what I want to do to you, Kick-Ass? Hm?"
He whimpers, his false persona of confidence never even giving the chance to rise as you kissed over the bulge that he tried to hide. "H-He did... oh fuck, he did."
"Oh, well he didn't have to tell you, right? You knew it because you are Dave, right?" You licked over the material of his suit.
His head lulled back as he nodded, groaning. "R-Right, fucking hell, please! Please, please don't stop."
You scoffed as you stood, pressing your finger to his chest. "I knew it! I knew it, you bastard, why would you keep that from me?! Did you like me gushing over your alter ego?!"
He gasped as you shoved him, a groan falling from your lips. "What? No! No, of course not!"
"For fuck's sake, Dave! What, you're such a virgin that you loved the thought of some girl talking about her fantasies with your alter ego?! Fuck you!" You groaned as you sat on your bed, covering your face to hold back your smile. This had to work.
"No! No, of course not, of course not! I'm sorry, I am so sorry," he whined as he kneeled in front of you, holding your knees. "Please, you have to understand..." He takes off his mask, whimpering as he stared up at you. "I did it to keep you safe. I didn't... I don't want you to be a target."
You inhale deeply as you pulled your hands away from your face, glaring down at him. "You promise?"
"I promise."
He inhaled deeply as you squeezed his face, raising a brow. "Well then, what are you going to do to make it up to me?"
He paused, clearing his throat as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Wh-Whatever you want me to," he whispers, swallowing loudly. "Whatever you want me to do."
Oh, you knew it would work.
Maybe that's how Dave got here, laying on his back as he sobbed underneath your touch, the vibrating cock ring settled right at his base and your tongue licking at his tip, lapping and sucking teasingly. You giggled as he squirmed underneath your touch, your hand pumping him slowly. "I don't know if you've done enough to cum, Dave. I don't think... you've made it up to me."
He whined, shaking his head as he covered his mouth. "No, no please! I'll do anything you want, just please! I need- I need to cum inside of you."
You hummed teasingly, pursing your lips. "Inside of me? You want to ask that much of me? Do you think that you've done enough to get the pleasure of cumming inside of me?"
"Yes!" He whined loudly, groaning. "Yes! Yes, I'll make you feel good, I promise!"
You hummed, pumping him even harder. "No... I don't think you can. A virgin like you? Please."
"I promise! I promise I will, I promise." He whimpered, his hips bucking into the air.
He probably could, to be honest. His cock was bigger than you could ever imagine, his girth barely able to fit into your mouth without making your jaw ache and could barely go down your throat without choking. He had the prettiest dick you'd ever seen, definitely the biggest and girthiest too, just because the last few guys you saw were fucking assholes.
"Maybe I will let you cum inside of me," you mused, humming as you sucked on his tip to make loud popping sound echo across the room. "Maybe, if I'm feeling... nice."
He whined, nodding desperately. "Fuck, please! Please, I'll do anything!"
"Where do you want to cum inside of me, baby? Dave knows I'm on birth control, but does Kick-Ass?" You giggle, rubbing his thighs as you gagged on his cock.
"C-Can I cum i-in your... in your-?"
"You can't even say it, can you?" You giggled as you switched the ring into the highest power, humming. "You want to cum... inside of me, right? That narrows things down a little bit... you want to cum inside my mouth? Or... my ass, that's going to take a minute though. Maybe my pussy? Hm? It's already stretched out for you, Dave. Inside my pussy, inside of my cunt?"
"Y-Your cunt! I want... I want to cum inside of your cunt."
You giggled. "Just don't cum as soon as I take this ring off, alright?"
He let out a loud whimper, nodding as you slowly slip it off, putting it into your mouth to suck loudly, groaning as his taste filled your mouth. He groaned as you take it from your mouth, straddling his hips and holding his cock up. You could feel your eyes roll back, humming as he whimpered. "I-I'm close, I'm so close!"
You giggled as you sunk down onto him, yelling out as he screamed out, groaning with a strong buck of his hips to bottom out inside of you and his cum filling up your stomach. You gasped loudly, whimpering as you held onto his chest, your nails digging into his skin. "H-How are you still cumming?!"
"I-I can't stop," he groaned flipping you over to hold your thighs as he pressed his face into your neck, thrusting his hips. Your eyes rolled back, groaning loudly as the loud slaps of skin against skin filled your room. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good! Better than I could ever imagine, fuck!"
You whined as your nails dug into his back, Dave pulling away for just a second with a grin. "Who's fucking who's brains out now?"
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© asterias-record-shop
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader
Warnings: Smut of all kinds, this is filthy and sad, angst, like heartbreaking angst
Word Count: 1.7k
A/n: Anon requested this one! "Can you please do a Rafe Cameron imagine where the reader is a Pogue and has a secret friends with benefits with Rafe, which was going well until they started catching feelings for each other and became increasingly jealous. Thank you so much!" I love this angsty, smutty, fluffy thing- it's so fun.
"Rafe, fuck." I breathe, face crashing onto the bed as he drills into me from behind, large hands bruising my hips as he thrusts in and out of me with an evil laugh.
"Talk to me, baby." He coos, his voice the opposite of his rough touch as his hand soothes up my spine to wrap his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me back against him, my back flattening against his chest.
"Feels so good." I grit, tears billowing behind my eyes as I reach out to wrap my arms around his neck, fingers fisting some of his hair while I try desperately to ground myself to him- to anything. "You're so deep."
"Wanna be deeper." His lips skim desperately against my chest as he searches for my lips, our lips meeting in a messy kiss that seems to satisy both of our hunger to be impossibly closer. "Missed you all day. I wanted nothing more than to be between these thighs- most perfect fucking place in the whole goddamn world."
"I-"
"What was that? Couldn't hear you." Rafe cuts me off, hand slipping down the front of my body to play with my clit, rubbing fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves with no remorse, my jaw dropping in a loud moan. My head falls back against his shoulder, unable to hold myself up anymore as I slump against him.
"Fuck you." I hiss, gripping onto anything I can, feeling Rafe's hand flatten on my back as he presses me against the mattress once more, the slapping of his hips against mine and the low music are the only things to be heard in the room.
"That's what you're doing, sweetheart. You want more?"
"Yes, more, please." I beg, fingers twisting up in the sheets as I can feel my orgasm sneaking up on me, heat spreading throughout my core as my legs begin to tremble.
"Greedy fucking girl." I tip over the edge with a dropped jaw, feeling Rafe right behind me as he spills into me, his whole body hunching over mine as he groans loudly, fingers leaving bruises in my waist as he catches his breath.
I've barely registered that he's slipping out of me and slipping on his shirt when I'm coming out of my post-orgasm haze, my hands rubbing at my eyes as I beg myself to ask him for a hug or something, anything to show that he cares about me but he just turns to me, holding his hand up.
"I'll see you at the party?" I give his extended hand a high five with a half assed nod, clutching the shirt he tosses my way to my chest.
"That's all?" I ask with a breathless sigh, tilting my head dumbly at him.
"Anything else you want?"
"A kiss." He laughs at my puckered lips and his eyes roll in fake annoyance but there's still a shit eating grin on his lips as he leans down towards me.
"Ugh, I guess." He whines, pressing a longing kiss to my lips, lingering a bit before giving my nose a peck. "See you later, sweetheart."
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I watch them from across the room, the pretty blonde seated atop Rafe's lap with no hesitation, pouring a shot between his lips. Kie is talking to me but I'm not listening to a word she's saying, my eyes locked on Rafe and Rafe alone as he shoots me a wink.
I'm on my feet in a moment, jealousy consuming me and I no longer can bare looking at him and feeling the possessiveness that I'm consumed by and I make it out to the driveway by the time I feel Rafe's fingers wrapping around my wrist, tugging me back into him.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" He asks, trying to reach up to cup my cheeks but I bat him away, shoving him away from me with an angry groan.
"I'm leaving, Rafe." I try to fumble with my keys to start my car, pressing the alarm button so I can find it in the sea of cars but Rafe snatches my keys from me and holds them over my head. Asshole.
"C'mon- fuck, stop. Come back to the party, we'll have some fun." He offers with a sickly sweet smile. "Wanna fuck?"
"Rafe-"
"C'mon, let me fuck that attitude right out of you." His hands slide down to my hips, pulling me flush against him and he almost convinces me to stay just from the look in his eyes.
"I'm not in the mood." I huff, smacking him away again as his brows furrow deeply, hands now settled at his side, his eyes uncomfortably sweeping over my tense frame.
"You're always in the mood."
"Yeah well I'm in a mood, just not the one you want me to be in." I smile bitterly, going to turn around again but he runs in front of me, blocking my way and my view of the cars in the distance.
"Hey," he whispers softly, "talk to me." I can feel tears bubbling behind my eye lids as I stare down at the blacktop, thinking of what to say to him to get him to go away, not wanting to confront him and my feelings at the same time.
"You should be careful, wouldn't want you to be seen with me."
"I- what?" He turns his head to look back at the party with a scoff, eyes squinting under the bright sun that's setting above us. "You really think I care about that? That other people care about that?" He asks and I nod, sticking to my gut, settled on pushing him away the best that I can. "I think the disputed narcissism and coke addiction will upset people before me fucking a pogue upsets anyone."
"I can't do this right now." I scoff, stepping away from him as his face pales in fear and I feel my aching heart drop to my stomach.
"You're really freaking me out." He breathes shakily. "Are you dumping me?" If I didn't know him any better, I'd think he was wounded and actually hurt by the mention of no longer seeing me and based on the redness in the whites of his eyes, I'm starting to doubt how much I know him.
"Nothing to dump, there's nothing between us, right?" I lie.
"Right." He looks as if I slapped him across the face, his jaw clenching as he takes a tentative step away from me with a deep frown. He scoffs once more before spinning around on his heel and he begins to walk away but turns right back around. "You know what- fuck you." He juts a finger in my direction and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. "I don't open up, I don't keep people around unless I want to." He finally cracks, tears filling his eyes in frustration. "I keep you around because I want to keep you around!"
"Go keep Ashely around or whatever that bimbo's name is."
"You're jealous." He breathes, a lonesome tear slipping down his cheek as my lips part in quiet shock, feeling overwhelmingly stupid all of a sudden that he's able to read me so easily, as if he actually knows me.
"Fuck you."
"You're jealous because you like me and don't want to admit it." He reaches out to me, wrapping his fingers around my upper arms in an attempt to keep me close to him and I don't fight him, feeling frustrated tears lift to my eyes as I frown, not wanting to talk about this right now.
"How could I like you?!" I screech but he grins like a fool, hands reaching up to cup my cheeks in his hands, pulling my body flush against his. "You're brutal, you leave bruises on me every time we fuck which is so annoying, there's absolutely nothing affectionate about you-"
"So, what? You want me to be gentle?" He asks softly, almost as a coo, lip jutting out in a gentle pout as he presses a kiss to my lips, leaving me hanging on the edge, waiting for him to kiss me desperately again after almost losing me.
"You're incapable of being gentle." I whisper against his lips, knowing my words are fake because he's being so soft, so gentle as he kisses my cheeks, back and forth.
"That a bet?" He asks with a wicked smile and I smile bashfully.
"Rafe."
"C'mon." He pleads. "I'm sorry." His words are a whisper against my lips, a pleading, desperate whisper and I nod, apologizing too under my breath. "I want to keep you around, don't want you going anywhere." He holds me as if his words are true, arms wrapped tightly around my back and I smile, letting myself fall into him, no longer mad. "Tell me what I have to do to keep you around."
"Stop fucking hiding me." I whisper against his neck and he nods with a hearty laugh and I can already hear him making fun of me before he even opens his mouth.
"So you wanna be my girlfriend?" He teases, soothing a hand down my back as he grins wolfishly.
"How disgustingly cheesy."
"Hmm?" He hums, finding my eyes again as I soften a bit, giving him a gentle nod. "What do you want? You want everyone here to know I'm yours?" There's a fire behind his eyes that only deepens as I nod desperately, wanting nothing more than for every girl here that's chasing after him to know better than to look at him. "Well I am. Have been since we started fucking."
"Shut up." I giggle, nervously tucking my face in the crook of his neck.
"Shut me up."
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