summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)
a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.
I’m so happy you guys are still tuning in to my Jughead Serpent story! You guys are so awesome!
Jughead slammed his hand against the metal trailer door, leaving it swinging open and letting the cool air filter into his dirty,stale home. He was so angry he couldn’t see straight, his knuckles were aching for something to hit and the closest thing was his kitchen cabinet.
The meeting at Snake bar went as well as could be expected, the older members of the Serpents were gearing up for quite the battle against Clifford Blossom and his many Riverdale cronies, F.P led the meeting declaring all out war and explaining his expectations, Jughead had been minding his own business leaning against a bar stool when he heard his name leave his fathers lips.
“We’ll need to get in their heads, show them no one is safe, not even their children, Jughead can lead the march on that one. The fight at Pops yesterday was a good start but we need more, go after more than the football team, I want you to take on every Riverdale High student you can, I know you all seem to have a way with the girls, work your way there.”
There were murmurs of agreement from the young boys as they high fived and grinned wickedly. Fortunately Keith and Dean came to stand behind Jughead, a few other Serpents following, they liked Betty, they wanted to keep her safe they wouldn’t go along with this stupid plan.
“You got that son?” F.P asked dangerously. His father had been scorned by Clifford Blossom and he would stop at nothing to take him down, Jughead knew parts of his old dad were buried deep inside the jaded, bitter man but it was getting harder and harder to find him.
“Yeah F.P, you got it.” He mumbled.
For a moment Jughead swore he saw his father flinch at the choice of name, but before he had a chance to analyze it, the man was back to discussing plans to take down the north side.
“This is what you were born into Jughead, this is your legacy” he mocked, spitting into the sink and slamming his hand on the countertop.
“Is now not a good time?”
He whipped around at the familiar voice and stared wide eyed as Betty stood nervously in his doorway, her tiny white skirt and soft yellow tank top stood out drastically against his dirty metal trailer.
Shaking his head quickly, he moved towards her, gently tugging her inside and away from prying eyes
“No! No, it’s never a bad time for you.” He smiled, placing a hand to her arm and tracing a finger over the veins on her wrist.
Betty looked at him skeptically before her eyes lit up
“Is that a dog?! You have a dog!” She pointed behind him and he turned to see his trusty sheep dog, hotdog, poking his head from behind the door. Looking back up to Betty’s eyes he couldn’t help but chuckle at the unrestrained excitement, he released her and she flew towards the shaggy white dog.
“Hi love! Your daddy didn’t tell me you existed, I would’ve come here a long time ago.” She giggled as the dog placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek, she pushed her face into his fur and scratched his belly. Jughead watched the scene with a goofy smile on his face, for some reason she seemed to fit perfectly into his trailer, her bright smile and laughter instantly lighting up his dark home, the Southside could use a little bit of her sunshine.
She looked up at him and smiled, beckoning him to come join her.
Dropping to his knees he scratched behind the dogs ear as Betty cooed lovingly, there was something unbelievably maternal about her, something Jughead hadn’t seen since he was six years old.
“He doesn’t get out much, especially now with the turf war going on. I can’t let him out of my sight, you never know the lengths these people will go to hurt people like me, can’t risk this one getting caught up in the cross fire.” He looked at her fully, his eyes boring into hers, hoping she understood his hidden message.
Betty looked back at him with equal intensity
“Well some things are worth getting hurt for. I think hotdog is willing to make that sacrifice.” She answered softly, her hand coming up to grasp his cheek as she stroked behind his ear, his eyes fluttering closed
“Hey! I’ve got a plan.” She pulled her hand away, standing up and brushing her hands on her skirt
“I think we could both use an escape, and hotdog could definitely use a place to run free for a bit, there’s a carnival over in Pembrooke it’s only a few towns over, that means the beach will be completely deserted, hotdog can run as far as his little heart can take him.” She bent down and ruffled the excited dogs fur “you’d like that wouldn’t you boy?”
The dog barked and wagged his tail, pushing his snout against Betty’s palm as she giggled, Jughead smiled, grabbing his Serpents jacket from its space on the couch and pulling her hand towards his truck, hotdog happily following along before hopping in the back seat.
Jughead never thought an hour long car ride could be so amusing, between Betty’s singing (and damn was her voice the prettiest thing he’d ever heard) and hotdog howling alone, he bought his face might break from smiling so much, she laughed along to his stories about Dean and his absolute hatred of anything alcoholic and he internaly celebrated when she described Her embarrassing childhood crush on Archie and how when they kissed she realized she felt nothing for him.
He only had to bite the inside of his mouth a few times when he noticed bruises he had never seen before as she lifted her arms up making the tiny tank top rise and reveal pieces of her stomach.
After about an hour of hotdog running through the water and Betty splashing Jughead with the salty ocean waves, they were both fairly exhausted as the sun went down but neither of the teens had ever felt so happy or content.
Clutching Betty’s hand as they watched hotdog trail the edge of the water Jughead heard her sigh softly
“I wish it could stay like this, we could just stay here, never have to go back, never have to worry about divided homes and responsibilities.” She whispered, reading his mind.
He squeezed her hand tighter and nodded
“I know, it just feels like.. like the world is closing in on me sometimes, like I’m right there in the ocean but I can’t get out, I’m drowning.” He looked down at her eyes and saw her nod understandingly, urging him to finish, to let it out.
“My dad.. he just.. he wants me to be this almighty Serpent prodigy, and yeah I love the Serpents, they’re my family but.. I don’t want it to be like this.. I don’t want our town to be separated. This responsibility to do what he thinks is right.. it’s all bullshit.”
Saying it all out loud, letting float into the waves, he felt like a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders and it was all thanks to the beautiful girl beside him who was looking at him with complete understanding and respect.
“I get that” she said “I’m so tired of trying to do what everyone thinks is right. I’m so tired of letting everyone hurt me.” She instinctively placed a hand to the bruises on her wrist “but Jughead, with you right now? I feel safe, like I can be myself, I know it sounds silly but..” she was cut off by Jughead bringing her wrist to his mouth placing a gentle kiss to her bruises.
“It’s not silly, I feel the same way. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt so… at home.” He whispered against her pulse.
Betty brought her free hand up to his cheek, cupping it and smiling shyly
“Are you gonna kiss me or not Jughead Jones”
With wide eyes Jughead didn’t waste a second, dropping his lips to hers and instantly melting, it was like a ship coming into dock, she tasted like strawberries and vanilla and he had to muffle his moan against her lips. She gripped the lapels of his jacket and brought him even tighter against her, the taste of cigarettes and peppermint was now officially one of Betty’s favorite flavors.
The moment was broken in a flash as Hotdog leaped on both of them sending them flying into the sand, Betty dropped on top of Jughead as Hotdog attacked his dads face with messy kisses.
“Alright boy! Okay!” He laughed freely, his hands coming around Betty’s waist and pulling her against his chest as they sat facing the ocean.
Sure there was a war going on in their very little town, but right here right now, two damaged kids had found their home and they weren’t giving it up for anything .
Trini trying to teach Kim yoga but having a hard time cuz Kim is used to fast cheerleading moves and has no patience; 'til Trini stands behind her to guide her through the movements.
Idk how I feel about this one, but here you go!
Kimberly knew she had a hopeless crush on Trini, she knew that she was in deep, that she couldn’t help that she always got lost in Trini’s warm brown eyes, her bright smile after Kimberly made a dorky joke or after their little ‘fights’ over food, the way she always smelled like pinewood and cedar, normally Kimberly didn’t like the smell, but on Trini it just fit, the earthy smell was comforting and grounding, like her, her smug smirk, which Kim wanted to kiss off her soft, smug lips, every time she saw it. She accepted that she liked Trini, a lot, well maybe more than a lot. Trini was always on her mind, whether she wanted it or not, she could not stop thinking about the other ranger, how small she was, how she would fit perfectly in Kimberly’s arms, how adorable it’d be how if they kissed, Trini would have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, how her tiny, soft hands would fit perfectly in her Kim’s. Kimberly audibly groaned every time she had the thoughts, which was more often than not. She knew it was very inconvenient, especially since the other girl was one of her closest friends, and insisted on them training together, which always ended up in Kim getting her ass kicked, cafe ‘dates’ together, were Kim never finished her food, always too busy focusing on Trini, studying together, Kim never got any work done. All these occasions ended in Kimberly getting smacked in the face with the gay, realizing how hard she was crushing on her best friend. Kimberly also couldn’t say no to the other girl, not for the life of her, so when Trini suggested that they do yoga together on top of the cliff face, Kimberly didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. She did happen to notice the stunned look on Trini’s face of how quick she said yes, and she tried to correct herself.
“Uh..Yeah I’d be down, that’d be cool.”
Kimberly utterly failed at trying to compose herself, and she could feel the blush creeping up her neck and face. Trini nodded her head and replied, looking at Kimberly suspiciously.
“Oh..Okay, well I’ll see you here tomorrow after school, four-ish work?” Trini asked, studying Kimberly, who once again answered much to fast.
“Yes..I mean, um..yeah four should work, uh, I’ll see you then.”
She corrected herself, stuttering profusely, her blush intensifying, a small bashful smile spreading across her face. Trini had a small smirk on her face, but it wasn’t smug, more like surprised, as she confirmed.
“Alright Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
She says smugly, before leaving the pit, scurrying up the rock wall. Once Kim knew that she was out of earshot, Kim let out a loud sigh, leaning against the rock wall, sighing loudly, muttering.
“Oh yeah, you’re screwed dude, have fun with that.”
Zack pops out from behind the rock face, causing Kimberly to jump slightly, as he chuckles scurrying up the wall, before she could say anything about him spying on her and Trini. Kimberly would normally be very angry and would chase after him, but she just picks up a lone rock and tries to chuck it at him, sighing exasperatedly as the rock lands just in above of his head, just missing him. Zack looks back and smiles smugly, as Kimberly makes a face at him, giving an exaggerated smile, flipping him off. He chuckled before running out of sight before Kim could chuck another projectile at him, but not without shouting good luck at her. Kim groans again, asking herself how the hell she got herself into this situation, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited, in the most terrifying way possible.
Her phone told her it was four o’clock, and she knew that she had to go see Trini, she knew she shouldn’t bail on her, but everything inside of Kim was telling her to run, to get away, knowing that she was gonna make a fool out of herself, embarrass herself, and then replay it in her head the rest of day. Kim took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself, but as she saw Trini, she could physically feel herself getting slapped in the face with how tremendously gay she was for the other girl, or bi, or whatever she was, which was not the priority right now, considering that Trini was standing at the cliff face, in nothing but extremely tight black leggings, which were very form fitting, making it impossible for Kim not stare at her ass, and a yellow tank top, which was basically see through. Kimberly couldn’t look away, her eyes widening, taking in a large breath, trying not to make any noise, as Trini was already doing her poses, seemingly very relaxed. She had to have done this on purpose, she had to have noticed Kimberly’s long stares, how she stuttered whenever talking to the girl, a blush permanently on her face, Trini had to know how much agony Kimberly was in, she was basically torturing her, and Kim could do nothing about it.
She took another deep breath, and as she was about to walk forward ,Trini spoke, her eyes still closed.
“So are you gonna keep staring, or am I actually gonna get a chance to teach you?”
Trini asks, the stupid smug smirk on her face, which made Kimberly want to kiss her, badly, the outfit wasn’t helping either. Kim can’t get any words out of her mouth, just mumbles and stutters, so Trini just nods her over, and they begin, Kimberly’s heartbeat intensifying the closer she got to Trini. This was going to be hell.
Kimberly should’ve known she was going to be bad at yoga, she’s a cheerleader, she’s used to fast movements, her body anxiously waiting for the next formation, she always had to keep moving, but that wasn’t what yoga was about. It was about being calm and centred, not worrying about the outside world, it was slow and gradual, each position held for longer than the other. Trini was balanced perfectly, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and steady, while Kimberly was struggling to balance, her eyes focused on the ground, her breathing uneven and shallow, her heart racing anytime she looked up, considering they were on top of a cliff, only a few feet away from the edge. She was trying, very hard, not to make a sound and balance herself, without disturbing the other girl, who looked so peaceful, but she was failing miserably. She shifted her feet again, trying to regain some balance, and Trini finally said something, her eyes still shut.
“I can literally hear you struggling, Princess.”
There was no trace of irritation in her voice, only enjoyment, as she opened her eyes, an amused smile spreading across her face, as she saw how awkward Kimberly looked, her body contorted in the oddest position. Trini lets out a small laugh, causing Kimberly to huff in frustration, returning to a regular standing position. Trini teases her again.
“I didn’t know your body could bend that way, cheerleader.”
Kimberly felt her entire body flush, having to bite her tongue, her breath hitched at the comment. She took a moment to regain her composure before teasing back.
“Well I’m sorry Miss. I-do-yoga-on-top-of-a-mountain that we can’t all be as well balanced and steady as you are.”
She says teasingly. Trini makes an odd, unreadable face, as if she was taking what Kim said into consideration. She nods her head before stating.
“Okay, fine. First position.”
Trini says simply, as Kim’s face contorts into confusion. She asks, her heart beating faster as Trini moves closer to her.
She stumbles over her words again, as Trini moves closer, the smell of cedar filling Kimberly’s nose, as Trini says, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
Her voice was low and sultry and Kim’s breath hitches again. Okay now Trini was defiantly torturing her, on purpose. Kim goes into the first position Trini showed her, her balance off, her feet stumbling, and her breath uneven, until she feels Trini’s hands on her arm, Kim’s back against Trini’s front. Kimberly’s eyes go wide, which thankfully Trini can’t see. As Trini guides Kimberly’s motions, each point of contact sending shivers down Kim’s spine, but her skin also heated up at each point of touch. They fell into a rhythm, as Trini guided Kimberly through each movement, her hands never leaving Kimberly’s body, as Kimberly started to melt into her touch, her eyes shutting closed, as they moved as one, Kimberly’s heartbeat so loud, she was pretty sure that Trini could hear it. Kimberly was able to move through the motions much easier, and as Trini led her through the last motion, bringing Kimberly back into a regular standing position, Trini pulled her hands away slowly, but she didn’t move back, her body still impossibly close to Kimberly, but yet, still not close enough. Kimberly turned around to face the other girl, their faces not even inches apart, the tension around them so thick Kimberly was sure she could cut it with a knife. Trini’s eyes visibly drop to Kimberly’s lips, and instinctively she licks them, as Trini’s eyes slowly moving back to meet Kimberly’s eyes. Kimberly swallowed loudly, waiting for something to happen, the anticipation literally killing her, then Trini moved closer. She moved in slow motion, her lips meeting Kimberly’s ever so slowly, much softer than Kimberly had ever imagined, not like she imagined this, not at all, okay she had, more times than she wanted to admit. The kiss was impossibly slow, it was as if time stopped, all Kimberly could focus on was the feeling of Trini’s warm lips against hers, everything seemingly fading away. Their lips moved together, as one, just like when Trini was guiding her moments ago. As Trini pulled away, Kimberly caught herself chasing after the other girls lips, and as she opened her eyes, she was greeted with Trini’s smug smirk, her breathing shallow, her brown eyes sparkling. Trini is the first to speak, breathless.
“Not bad, Princess.”
She says teasingly, a pleased smile spreading across her face as Kimberly couldn’t help but blush, her face tomato red, and she didn’t care, she didn’t care as she kissed the stupid, smug smirk off of Trini’s face, something she had wanted to do since the first day they met, and all she could say, was that it was as pleasing and fulfilling as she had imagined. Trini had to stand on her tiptoes, trying to kiss Kimberly, and as she did, the world faded around them, all they could focus on was each other, and Kimberly knew, that her crush on Trini was much more than a crush, and she couldn’t care less.
Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him
Thanks! And aww this is cute!
Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?
Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.
Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.
Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.
“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.
She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”
She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned
“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.
“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.
He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.
“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.
“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”
Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”
She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.
Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.
The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.
Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.
“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.
“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”
“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged
She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.
Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.
“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.
She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.
“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.
He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”
She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”
“Alright, it’s a date”
They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In
“It’s a date.”
He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away
Request prompt?--My SO has just dumped me and I've gotten piss drunk and I've a) drunkenly stumbled into the incorrect bathroom in the midst of ugly sobbing and you either forgot to lock the door or were out in the open and are very concerned about my state. B) somehow managed to get into your room and not my own (whether apartment or hotel) and I'm trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Cheers!
A Helping Hand
A/N: So, I couldn’t resist writing scenario B nor could I cram everything into a one-shot so there will be more.
The bar was crowded and loud. And the air was dreadfully thick. It was the last place he wanted to be, but far better than the alternative. Killian shuffled through the crowd, the obnoxious beat playing through the speakers and boisterous chatter doing nothing to numb his thoughts. Every noise was muffled and faded out by the conversation that echoed in his mind like a freight train sounding through the night. Reminding him of the last time he saw her before she walked out and slammed the door, disappearing from his life forever.
Killian plopped down onto a stool, slumping over the bar counter as he waited for the bartender. He just needed something to drown the pain. Something strong.
The argument started with something small, quickly spiraling out of control like gasoline to a fire. He was gone too much, he wasn’t adventurous enough. He didn’t love her anymore. According to Milah. Her tone was laced with anger, eyes devoid of any kind of love… at least any kind of love for him.
What it all boiled down to was that she already knew it was over before it was actually over.
All of the obscenities and excuses she threw at him that night were just a mask. Covering up her betrayal. Everything he thought that he knew was a lie. She was a lie. Her empty promises and scheming attempts of showing him how much she loved him and telling him she was divorcing her husband. It was all just a bloody fantastic charade.
“A rum, please,” he drawled out when the bartender approached. Killian watched him fetch a glass and pour the golden brown liquid from the bottle before sliding it over.
Killian clenched his jaw as he grabbed the glass, the bitter memories of the ungrateful bitch embedded in his brain. He threw back the rum, the wretched sting of alcohol sliding down Killian’s throat as he gulped it down, thinking about how his whole world had turned upside down in a blink of an eye.
He had never seen it coming. He knew there were problems brewing between them after he lost his hand. After his discharge from the hospital. But he thought he had been imagining it all. He refused to accept that she was embarrassed of him for being injured and having to leave the Navy. He refused to believe that she went back to her husband.
He gave up everything for her.
The relationship had caused tension between Killian and his older brother, and eventually the control Milah had over him pushed Liam away. Killian lost the close bond with him because of her. Liam didn’t approve of the relationship from the beginning. He didn’t think she was good enough for his brother.
Milah was married, not even separated with her husband at the time and she had tattoos all over her body. Killian fought with his brother many times about her and they eventually stopped talking to each other all together. All of the days they spent working side by side and serving in the British Navy together, turned into bitter memories. And even though Killian crawled back to Liam on his hands and knees, figuratively speaking, begging for forgiveness and even though Killian was now staying at his flat, he was in much too dark a place to hope that things would go back to the way they were before.
He downed another glass of rum. Then another. And a few more. Slowly drowning out the mixture of rage, anguish, and sadness inside of him until he had the courage to stand on his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he dragged himself out of the stool. Between the jet lag from the treacherously long flight from England and the buzz that took over him, the sting in his heart was still fresh, but somewhat bearable. Killian maneuvered his way through the bar and stepped outside, the chill of the air waking his senses ever so briefly. He took a cab to his brother’s place, his words slurred as he attempted to give the driver the address. Killian was surprised he even remembered what it was.
gt;She took a deep breathe, downing the fiery light brown shot and shaking her head. Betty scrunched her nose as the warm liquid made its way down her throat.
Veronica squeezed her best friends shoulder and raised a brow as she shot back her own little glass. She had Betty’s back, she wasn’t going to let her get too drunk and make stupid mistakes all because she was upset. And man was she upset.
The beautiful blonde had stormed into her bedroom, red rimmed eyes and quivering lips as she declared they were going to Reggies party tonight and they were going to drink endless amounts of alcohol. Veronica just stared , fairly certain her eyes were deceiving her, the only indication that this was her best friend was the very Betty like please she had tacked onto the end of her rant.
Okay, if her girl needed to escape something she was gonna be there for her. She had a fairly good idea what was bothering the green eyed beauty anyway. It was the thing that was usually bothering her.
Her boyfriend of six months, Jughead Jones.
Speaking of Jughead, Betty pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, immediately pressing end when the silly picture of her typically moody boyfriend appeared on her screen. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not when the effects of the cinnamon fireball were hardly coming in to play.
It had all started this afternoon. Betty had been on her way out of cheerleading practice, when she saw him, or rather them.
Jughead was leaning against the locker room doors smirking at Ethel as she held onto his arm, showing him something on her phone. Obviously that wasn’t what had made her so upset, it was the lingering kiss Ethel had planted on his cheek that made her want to cry and also rip the shiny orange curls out of her once friends head all at once. To make matters worse Jughead didn’t look freaked out at all, he just slid his hand down Ethel’s arm and rolled his eyes, he finally spotted Betty and made his way over to her.
So she did what any mature, 17 year old girl would do.
She ran so fast, her cheerleading skirt flipping behind her, his voice yelling out her name, as tears ran down her face. No. not again. She wasn’t second place. not.again.
She cried all the way to Veronica’s house, she had decided half way there she needed a drink. Or ten.
That brought her back to present day, grabbing a coors light from the six pack in front of her she followed Veronica over to the couch. The alcohol was finally settling in and she felt brave… and pissed.
Tipsy herself, Veronica shook a finger in her face
“I’m just saying B, he can’t do better than you. You oughta give him a call. Tell him how you really feel!”
Kevin was the most drunk of the three and he nodded
“Yes girl. Tell him exactly how you feel, tell him how you’re gonna find someone better tell him you’re gonna find someone cooooolll” he slurred
As foolish as this whole situation was, everything seemed to make sense to Betty and she set her shoulders back
“Ya know what? I think I will. I think I will call him.”
Pulling her cellphone out, she clicked on her first contact, God was he in for a storm.
He answered on the first ring, obviously shaken and relieved
“Betty? Thank god! Where are you? I’m at Archie’s, he said you didn’t even come home from school today! you haven’t answered any of my calls! And why the hell did you run away from me like that at school today?! why..”
Betty cut him off abruptly
“ I’m fine Jughead” she slurred slightly, accentuating every syllable in his name.
His end went quiet and he finally answered
“Are you drunk Elizabeth?” He whispered
She laughed cynically into her phone
“What’s it to you? I’m not drunk, I’m having fun! We can have fun can’t we? Ethel must be so fun right?”
“Ethel? What does she..” Jughead started
“It doesn’t matter, screw her!” She giggled loudly, slapping a hand over her mouth as Kevin and Veronica cracked up, nodding and encouraging her to go on. “Screw that new girl, she’s not crazy like me, I bet you like that. You can have her! I’m gonna go dance!”
“Betty, where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
She shook her head and laughed.
“No you’re not, you don’t care.” She pouted “Maybe you can do better than me Jughead, I’m just saying you can do better. I gotta go Reggie just brought out the keg.” She disconnected
The line. God that fireball worked quickly, she felt light on her feet as Kevin and Veronica dragged her to the middle of the room, joining the sweaty teens dancing.
She had been dancing for what felt like hours, when suddenly a very familiar pair of hands were on her waist, tugging her backwards and into a solid body. She couldn’t think clearly but she wasn’t drunk enough to let someone take advantage of her. She was getting ready to whip around when the smooth, velvety voice of her boyfriend dropped into her ear.
She turned to see him smirking down at her, his hips moving with the music still clutching her waist. She was still angry but, god if this wasn’t the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Taking full advantage of the situation she began grinding into him, raising her arms to slip above his head and around his neck. He groaned audibly and she could feel how much he was enjoying this, the proof digging into her lower back.
Suddenly the music switched and the smooth voice of Drake filled the house, she turned her body around and slid her hands down his chest, her tiny fingers lingering and brushing on his zipper.
His eyes widened and his pupils were almost hiding the ocean blue, he let out a low growl and grabbed her hand, tugging her through the crown of people, and into what appeared to be Reggies parents room. As soon as the door slammed shut, he had her pushed up against the door, his hands all over her body as she hiked up a leg giving him better access to her sweet spot, she ran her fingers into his hair, tugging his mouth back up to hers almost painfully. He pulled back surprised, she was never this rough, she was always soft and gentle but this Betty? She didn’t need slow kisses and roaming hands, she needed it hard and rough and she needed it fast.
“Bed.” She growled through clenched teeth, her fingers moving to pull his shirt off, Jughead stopped her, holding her hands in his.
“Betty, you’re drunk. We don’t have to do this.” He placed a hand to her cheek but she quickly swatted it away
“I’m not drunk enough to not want this, I’m perfectly sobered up and I’m saying yes.” With that she shoved him on the bed and straddled him with a familiar ease. She vaguely remembered their first time, the awkward way he couldn’t find the hook to her bra, her trying awkwardly to help him out of his belt. They knew each other’s bodies back and forth now. Smiling slightly, she pulled off the tiny yellow tank top staring down at him as he watched her hungrily.
She dropped her mouth to his and he ran his hands over her smooth naked back, quickly unclipping the back of her bra, ripping off the unwanted barrier.
Things went fairly quick after that, they needed no warming up, as soon as he got her out of her skirt it was over. It was quick for both of them, passionate and hard. It was exactly what Betty wanted and what Jughead hadn’t known he needed.
Laying together after the fact, Jughead dropped a kiss to her head.
“Wanna tell me why you’re at reggie mantles house getting smashed?”
She sighed, stiffening again
“I saw you with Ethel, I saw her kiss you, you looked like you liked it. If you want her, I’m not gonna stand in the way. Maybe she’s what you need.”
He sat up at that, dragging her with him, she clutched the blanket to her chest as he grabbed at her face, “what on earth does that mean?”
She took a shaky breath averting his eyes
“I’m just saying, you could do better.”
She heard him chuckle, causing her to look up into his eyes hurt
“Betty Cooper you are absolutely crazy.”
Her jaw dropped and she tried to tug away
“Oh wow, thank you so..”
He dropped his lips to hers pulling her in for a kiss
“You’re my everything, I don’t want anyone else. Ever. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world, and if you think I would ever give you up, you’re absolutely nuts. Ethel is my friend and maybe she has a crush on me but I don’t care, she knows how much I love you, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to Me. There is no one better than you, I don’t want better when I already have the best.” He smiled that absolutely breathtaking smile and she sighed dropping her forehead to his
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just insecure. I love you too, so much, I don’t want to lose you. Ever.” She took a deep breathe before pulling away “hey how did you get here so fast, I just called you?”
His eyes widened
“Oh shit, Archie drove me in his dads truck, I told him I was just gonna grab you and head out. He’s probably out there waiting right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gathering her clothes and handing them to her.
Betty laughed out loud
“Don’t worry, I’ll bet Ronnie found him, I highly doubt they’re missing us.”
Summary: It’s not entirely self-centered to seek comfort for yourself if you’re also checking up on someone else.
It was a thought that only had just now crossed her mind as Kimberly slid her fingers under the small crack between window and sill as she eased said window up. There was a fine line between breaking and entering and checking up on someone she cared about. Breaking and entering was more something along the lines of what a thief would do. Some random stranger would obviously cause harm. She wouldn’t.
Although, scaling the side of Trini’s house to the attic and quietly slipping inside of her room was, in fact, probably pretty illegal.
Considering that there had been no forewarning.
And now that she was inside of the room, plaster swept up into a corner, gaping holes staring back at her, she realized this was probably a bad way of checking up on someone in the middle of the night just because she couldn’t sleep.
The last time somebody had done this, it had been Rita.
That was only a week ago.
Trini still had the bruises on her neck.
Too late now, to rethink her decision.
Both feet were firmly planted on the floor.
It was kind of selfish, though, to barge into someone’s room with the pretense to check up on them.
Could you write smut story (female reader x Nyx U.) where female reader has first sex with Nyx? (taking reader's virginity is welcomed) Thank you 💖💖💖
And here we are a full blown Nyx smut. Sorry it took so long! I rewrote it several times, until this edition came around. I am proud of this one and am rather fond of it. I really like Tanis~. Word Count: 4,105 Warning: first time, cock piercing, oral NSFW under the cut
can’t believe you are a virgin, babe.” Nyx said to me, laughing
some his bright blue eyes surveying me all over.
I said incredulously, rolling my large brown eyes at him nudging him
out of the way as he leaned up against me as we sat at the couch in
my living room.
was the weekend and we were relaxing he wasn’t working with the
Glaive today and I wasn’t working at the bar enjoying a random day
off. We were watching a serial drama on the television drinking a few
beers and chips just relaxing. We’ve been dating for seven months
already with his crazy work schedule it felt like it was less time as
we don’t see each other often one night while I was at work at the
bar he frequents he, soberly, asked me out. I was sort of shocked as
I knew who he was really who didn’t know who the members of the
Glaive were? A lot of people ask the bartender out it’s a common
thing though they are normally drunk off their asses, Nyx wasn’t. He
told me he passed several bars to go to this one so he could see me,
his gorgeous eyes captivated me instantly that devilish charm, the
smirk that sent me blushing when asked me if Angels had names.
Normally I refuse the come ons but there was something about him that
made me say yes, perhaps it was the moniker Hero that got my
attention or that bold personality?
tell me why, like there is no way you didn’t get offers, Tanis.” He
asked me, taking my right hand placing a kiss on the back of my hand
as he pulled me closer to him.
got offers!” I cried out feeling like he was teasing me a little.
“I just was waiting for someone worth it, that a problem mister?”
not at all. I’m kinda wondering if you think I’m the one worth it
though.” He said smoothly looking up at me from his spot curled
next to me head on my shoulder.
you are~. The other guys weren’t as awesome as you Nyx.” I said
with a teasing lilt in my voice.
am pretty awesome. I think it’s cute that you held out unlike some
who are eager to get rid of it.” He mused.
was a younger idiot, I don’t even remember it much I was rather drunk
at the time.” Nyx laughed.
I wouldn’t want to be drunk for my first time…”
not drunk now…you?” Nyx asked after a few moments pause rubbing
a large hand up and down my right thigh, squeezing gently.
you being serious, Nyx?” I questioned feeling rather nervous all
the sudden my heart beating rising up in my chest did he just
insinuate us have sex?
first thing that popped up in my head was did I shave today? Not oh
to the six he wants to fuck me is did I shave? Tanis think straight!
I felt a pair of lips press against my cheek causing me to blush as
Nyx kissed me.
operational? You blanked out.” He teased.
. .” I said slowly.
laughed, it was a sexy laugh that sent electrifying chills down my
spine. I shivered in spot as he placed a few kisses on my neck,
nipping on it gently. Sure we’ve made out many times but he’s
respected my requests of us taking it slow. What wasn’t there to love
about this man? He’s smart, strong, funny, talented, patient, sexy as
hell and dating me. Damn…he bit down on my neck again this time a
little harder reaching his right hand across me rubbing up and down
my side, squeezing gently.
Nyx…” It felt more intense than normal.
princess?” He said seductively in my ear, a hand reaching up
under the shirt now pressing against my cinnamon toned skin.
Recently, getting Barry up and moving has been quite the struggle. After a couple weeks back, the CCPD has been exhausting for him. Today is one of his bad days. The type where his hands are extra shaky and panic attacks are more constant. It would have been nice if he hadn’t gone to work. Or if Julian hadn’t been there.
Panting heavily, the brunette’s shoulders jump up and down against the wall. He can hear Joe on the phone over the sound of his heartbeat. Through his teary eyes, he watches Eddie squat “Barr? Barr? Hear me? Y/N’s on her way. She’ll be here anytime now. Breathe.” he comforts.
“Hey, hey, handsome, it’s me, it’s me.” you whisper, pressing the palms of your hands to the scruff on his cheeks. Very quietly Barry mutters your name between sobs, looking up at you through wet eyelashes. “Yeah, it’s me, it’s Y/N.” you nod, feeling his trembling hands creep to yours.
That was completely terrifying. A small deep sigh passes his plump lips and he slowly relaxes. “I… I-I wa-want… t-t-to go ho-me.” he begs, sucking onto his lower lip. Gulping, those puppy like emerald green eyes plead silently at you. “I…I n-need…” he trails off, leaning into your embrace.
Rubbing his leg, you fingers meet the fabric of his gray skinny jeans. “Okay, okay, love. We can go.” you mumble, helping him get up. Barry wobbles, steadying himself on his converse and drying his cheeks on the sleeve of his dark blue cardigan. “I’m here, I’m here.” you remind him, noticing Cisco go off on Julian.
Cuddles make everything better. That’s a fact. Barry snuggles his face into your breasts, dark brown facial hair hiding behind your pale yellow tank top. His eyes are shut, mind focusing on your delicate fingers carding in his fluffy chestnut mane. “Y-you ma-make every…everything better.” Barry says in a hushed tone. “I-I l…love y-you. Ju-Julian s-said I…I was n-not fi-fit for t-th-the job…” he frowns.
“Well, he’s wrong, okay?” you mumble, kissing his forehead. “He’s an ass…. Don’t listen okay?” you pout, “I love you too, Barry. Always.”
The boys had several questions for El but no time to gather their thoughts and ask them. Jonathan had caught up to them on the hiking trail, indicating that Hopper wanted to see them and carting them off before they had a chance to say anything at all to the mysterious, quiet girl they had recently met. Mike glanced over his shoulder as they were led back toward the lodge, but Max and El were already disappearing around a bend in the path to catch up with the remainder of the group.
Once the boys shuffled into Hopper’s office, Mike sandwiched between Dustin and Lucas on a stiff couch, an ominous feeling fell over them. None of the boys had actually ever spoken to Hopper for more than a few moments, neither here at camp nor in Hawkins where he served on the police force. He was much bigger and much more intimidating than any of them. Hopper surveyed the boys with an emotionless face, his eyes tired and his hands looped into his belt. Mike felt as though they were being interrogated and even though he knew they had done nothing wrong he was nervous, his palms turning clammy in his lap.
“Was Will acting strange last night?” Hopper began abruptly, settling back in a chair opposite of them. All three boys began to speak at once, vehemently denying any odd behaviour from their friend. Hopper, unable to make out a single word from the cacophony, silenced them with a raised hand and pointed to Lucas.
“You,” he instructed, “Sinclair. Was Will acting weird?”
“No way,” Lucas said, firmly shaking his head, “He was fine.”
“Maybe he ran off?” Hopper suggested, watching them carefully for any reaction.
“Like hell!” Dustin exclaimed, sounding offended at the very thought, “He wanted to come here more than anything!”
“He was really excited. And his mom saved up forever,” Mike added for good measure, “He’s definitely missing! And we want to help find him!” The cold and unamused look he received from Hopper in response nearly withered him and Mike sunk back into the sofa, deflated.
“Nice try, Wheeler,” Hopper said gruffly, eyebrows knitted together, “But you kids are staying far away from this. Do I make myself clear?”
The boys nodded glumly, knowing better than to argue with the man in charge. They’d obey—at least they would pretend to obey.
“Now,” Hopper continued, “I have a few more questions.”
How about something friendship related, non romantic relationship. Maybe sharing a bed cause Trini keeps having nightmares from Rita.
^^ Hope this is what you wanted. I tried to make it more friendly than romantic but I couldn’t help it. And sorry I got this up so late. I didn’t have wifi at my aunts. Cool. Enjoy. If anyone else had anything you can send prompts too. I like writing and need something to do at school.^^
Kimberly was laying on her bed in a sports bra and boxer, both a shade of pink. Over time all of the rangers had adapted to having signature colors. For Zach it was easy, black was what filled most of his closet already. Trini however took a little while to get more comfortable to the bright color. The pink rangers thoughts slowly drifted from the team to one particular ranger.
Kimberly’s gay-dar maybe hidden but it was well developed. From the first time she ever used it with Kat in the 7th grade to when she became the queen bee in high school. Kim-bi-ly Hart had always noticed the small girl in her biology class. Once she knew a name google was her best friend. She practically stalked her on all social media outlets. And when she became a ranger with her she had to hide it. Why would Trini like her back. Her phone buzzed on the night stand next to her bed.
K: Hello. What’s up Trini?
T: i can’t sleep
T: nightmare why are you up
K: It’s nothing.
T: i call shenanigans
K: What does that even mean.
T: it means you’re lying and avoiding
K: Nothing. Just can’t sleep.
T: open your window
“Welcome to my room.” Trini feel into the room head first. When she looked up her eyes bulged out of her head. Kimberly’s toned abs were one of the most beautiful things Trini had ever seen. Her legs and arms only added onto her beauty.
“Hi…. hello.” Her whole mouth went dry. “I hope you don’t mind that I came over.”
“I don’t but you’re like 15 minutes away at all of our top speeds.” Kimberly pointed out.
“Yes I am. And what does that mean?”
“It means you must have been over here before then. Or at least already on your way.”
“Maybe I was sitting in that tree but you can prove nothing.” Trini said as she took off her jacket.
It was Kimberly’s turn to swoon. Trini had on black legging with a yellow tank top. The tank top didn’t leave anything to the imagination with the way it flowed around her. Kimberly laid on her bed and Trini followed suit.
“What are you doing?” Kimberly asked as Trini made herself comfortable as a small spoon.
“Getting comfortable. Your warm and I’m cold. And I’m tired but when I sleep in my bed all I see is Rita. All I smell is the salt water. All I hear is my body being thrown against the wall.” Tears began to flow down her face.
“Shhhhhhh. It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here. Sleep Trini. I’ll be here all night.” Kimberly rubbed small circle in her back before her hand to her stomach. Trini grabbed onto her hand and pulled it up to her chest. It took all of Kimberly’s will to not scream. Her hand was completely on Trini’s boob. At the same time Trini was dying inside cause she had accidentally put Kim’s hand on her boob but she hadn’t move it.
The night dragged on as the two became more and more intertwined, both emotionally and physically.
AUTHOR’S BABBLES: HEY THERE! The reason I put the question marks behind the title is because I WILL continue this story if you want me to, so, it technically wouldn’t be a one-shot. I don’t know where I would go with this story after this “chapter” though, so if you want me to continue it, you dudes will have to give me some ideas. PM me some ideas for new chapters if you want me to continue this. Of course, I might just make this into a book of one-shots. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter I put together. Also, Bill’s personality is sweeter than it is usually in most fanfics. He’s still cocky, though. LOL Now, without further a due, Human!Bill Cipher x Reader x Dipper (theres a little bit of x Dipper in here) and enjoy the “Love Triangles” in this story (AHAHAHA see what i did there? I AM HILARIOUSSS!) NOTE: This was just for fun and it was inspired by other fanfics, so don’t accuse me of stealing ideas. Also, this story is only for girls to read. Sorry..
((….)) = Author’s In-Story Babbles
Italics = you thinking
Bold Italics = Bill’s voice in your mind
(….) = Extra Thought
(Y/N) = Your Name
(F/F) = Favorite Food
(E/C) = Eye Color
(H/C) = Hair Color
(H/L) = Hair Length
POV = Point Of View
*Bold* = Transition
*Third Person POV*
You stepped out of the car and inhaled the crisp autumn air of Gravity Falls. It had been two years since you had been here, and you were thrilled to have come back. You ran up the porch steps and to the front door with your suitcase in tow behind you. Before you could knock, the door opened and you were tackled by a boy and girl about your age. “(Y/N)!” Mabel screamed excitedly. Mabel was hugging you tightly around the waist and Dipper was hugging around your shoulders.
You made you way inside and up to the attic, greeting and hugging Stan, Wendy and Soos as you passed. Up in the attic, you found that a little cot had been set up for you against the wall on Dipper’s side of the attic. You dumped your suitcase onto your cot and unpacked the clothes you wanted to wear the rest of the day. You unpacked a yellow tank top with black lace trimming the bottom edge, dark gray skinny jeans, a black cardigan with elbow-length sleeves, and black flats.
“Ooh…why all the fancy clothes, (Y/N)?” Mabel smirked raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I have a little, uh, date later.” You admitted, smirking a little yourself. It wasn’t a planned date, but you knew he was going to show up.
“Oh, gotcha,” Mabel grinned and gave a double wink.
Dipper sat on his bed and watched you. You admittedly felt a little guilty for confessing you had a date in front of him, because you know he used to have a crush on you. A sad look flashed across his face before he noticed you were watching him. He turned away and blushed a bit.
You retreated to the bathroom to change your clothes. You headed back up into the attic. “How do I look?” You said doing a little spin. Mabel gasped, and ran up to hug you excitedly. “You look AMAZING!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. “Now we gotta do your hair and makeup,” She said, putting her hands on her hips. You laughed and turned around to face Dipper, deciding you needed a guy’s opinion on your apparel.
“Hey, Dipper, how do I look?” You said reenacting your small spin. His eyes went wide as he looked at you. A light dusting of pink pricked his cheeks as he said, “Y-you look beautiful, (Y/N),” You giggled at the heartfelt, if not somewhat forced compliment. An awkward silence crept into the room.
“KIDS! Time for dinner!” You heard Stan yell from downstairs. You glanced at Dipper who looked relieved.
*Le Wild Time Skip Appears*
After dinner you went back up to the attic and let Mabel do you up for your date. She put your hair in a styled up-do and put light brown eyeshadow on your eyelids. She put a light dusting of tan foundation on your face and neck and dusted your cheeks with pinkish-orange blush. She put on the finishing touches by putting a small amount of mascara on you and touching up your lips with natural color lipstick. You looked in the mirror. Her work was flawless.
By the time you got done with your makeover, it was 7:45. You figured you should probably get going. You grabbed some dangly golden earrings from your suitcase and hastily put them on. You started down the stairs and out the front door. Mabel stopped you and put a delicate gold chain around your neck. The silver heart pendant rested just above your collarbone. It was beautiful. You thanked Mabel as she hugged you and gave you a wink. “Be careful with that guy.” she said smirking from the doorway.
Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you made your way to a clearing in the woods that you had claimed as your own a few years ago.
You hadn’t seen him in two years. Was this going to end up awkwardly? You carefully twisted around roots and trees and eventually walked into the clearing. You checked your phone to see the time and the screen flashed 8:02. The sun had already gone down and the moon above you shone down brightly, making the necklace Mabel had given you glint with every movement you made. You stared up at the stars in wonder. In the city there weren’t nearly as many visible as there were tonight.
You crossed over to the opposite end of the clearing and sat down beside a small stream. You laid back on a rock and listened to the sounds of the water rushing over the stones and small logs that made up the stream bed.
Suddenly, I felt a warm presence beside me. I looked over to see the same golden blonde hair, yellow suit, bowtie, top hat and black slacks that he had had two years ago. He hadn’t changed at all. He looked over at me with a smirk. “Missed me, did ya (Y/N)?” He moved his hand down to grab mine. He intertwined our fingers and said sweetly, “I missed you.”
He sat up pulling me along with him. He picked me up bridal style and sat down on a nearby log. He positioned me so I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He looked at my face, studying it. “You haven’t changed at all,” he said with a cute grin. “Really?” I asked, puzzled. “I thought I would have changed so much. I was actually worried what seeing you again would be like because of how much I thought I had changed.” I said quickly and blushed. “Nope,” He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You’re still my favorite little (Y/N). Everything’s the same. I mean, your body’s developed a bit more,” he said with a wide smirk. I blushed even harder. “But other than that you’re still the same.”
He brushed some stray hair out of my eyes and I laid my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms behind my back. He started rocking backwards and forwards as if I were a little girl who was having trouble sleeping.
He took his hands away from my back and put one under my chin to let me look at him. “What time are your folks expecting you to be back?” He inquired. “I need to be back before 11:00.” I replied. He brightened up even more (if that was even possible). “Good,” he said with a wide grin. “We’ll have time to go do some of the things we used to do.”
He picked me up off of him and set me on the ground. He intertwined his fingers with mine again as we started walking. “Where do you wanna go, cupcake?” ((Yes, yes. it’s all true. I did take this nickname from another fanfic XD)) Wow. I forgot he used to call me that. I thought. Suddenly a voice came on in my head, Really? You forgot? Haha that was like my one and only nickname for you. The voice sounded as if it was mocking being emotionally stabbed in the back. I mentally face palmed. I also somehow forgot you could read my mind…
“Well, I asked you a question, cupcake. Where do you wanna go first?” He said out loud as he squeezed my hand. I immediately responded with, “The amusement park!” He laughed out loud. “You’re adorable.” He raised my hand up and kissed it. “Aw, c’mon. I’m not adorable,” I said, “You’re the one who’s adorable.” I poked at his stomach with my free hand. “Awww.. That wasn’t fairrr,” He said mocking tears. “Could we please just go to the amusement park?” I asked, putting on a pouty face. He straightened up and put a finger under my chin. “Now no need for that.” He said tapping my nose. I giggled. “Let’s just go…” I said with a smile. He picked me off of the ground and into his arms bridal style again. “Anything for you, babe.”
With that we were teleported to the amusement park. There were neon lights everywhere and in the distance I could see the ferris wheel. It was beautiful here. All the lights and the smell of various foods. The people all around were talking and laughing and there was carnival music coming from in the direction Merry-Go-Round. This kind of place just gave me a sense of being a little kid again. ((sorry for lack of good description here. i’ve never actually been to an amusement park like this at night so i didn’t have many foresights of how it would look and feel.))
Bill materialized twenty dollars and bought us tickets in. Once we were in, it was my turn to drag him places. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to a place that sold (F/F). We bought two orders of (F/F) and went to check out more rides and attractions for a little while. Bill stopped at one ride and just stood there and stared for a minute. It was a drop ride. ((Like Tower of Terror at Disneyland)) Bill grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the front gate of the ride. There is NO way I’m going on that. I thought as I tried to pull away from Bill’s grip. He turned around and playfully tugged at some of my hair. “C’mon, It’ll be funnnn.” Bill said as he tugged me slowly toward the ride. Eventually I gave in and just resorted to my plan that when the ride started up, I would just hold on to Bill’s arm. We gave the ride operator two tickets and he opened the gate for us. Bill sat us on the side of the ride from which we could see the most of the park. He helped me into my seat and then proceeded to take his. He lowered the lap bar over us and the other ride operator came around to make sure all of the bars were locked down. He flashed a thumbs up to the operator at the gate who gave him a small thumbs up in return. It looked as if he pressed some buttons and then the ride started rumbling. My feet were picked up off the ground and we went higher and higher. I reached for Bill’s hand. He chuckled and let me hold onto him. I looked up and saw we were nearing the top of the ride. We traveled up a couple more feet before I heard a click. All of the sudden we were being dropped through the air. I felt weightless. It was a feeling that I adored and dreaded at the same time. I buried my face in Bill’s sleeve. I felt his other hand come and rest on the back of my head to comfort me. He was screaming though. Screaming in delight. He loved thrill rides thats for sure. We landed slowly at the bottom of the ride and then before I knew it we were being shot up through the atmosphere again.
After a few more of this cycle of raising and dropping us, the ride was over. Bill unfastened our safety bar and helped me down from my seat. My feet touched the ground and I wobbled, falling into Bill. “Whoa, whoa. It’s ok,” The tone of his voice made it obvious that he was smirking. I looked up at him to see that his hair was all messed up from the ride. It was adorable when his hair was messed up. I assumed mine was messed up too. He let me lean on him as we walked out through the gate. We stopped at a food vendor and Bill bought us some cotton candy. We sat down on a bench and he put his arm around my waist. I laid on his shoulder and we slowly ate the cotton candy. I looked at my phone to check the time. The screen flashed the numbers 10:37 at me. I nudged Bill.
“Yeah, cupcake?” He said. I showed him the screen and a small frown came to his face. he sighed and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want this night to end,” he said. His face lit up all the sudden. “Wait! There’s still one more place we’ve gotta go before I take you home.” He squeezed me to his side before taking my hand and pulling us up off the bench. He threw away the cotton candy stick away and led me in another direction. “Close your eyes, babe,” Bill said in my ear. His breath was tickling my neck as he spoke. I did as I was told and closed my eyes. What came after that was unexpected. After my eyes were closed, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “Ahhhh! Bill!” I said starting to open my eyes. “Nope! keep ‘em closed, Cupcake.” I closed my eyes again and he stopped spinning me. “What was that even about?” I asked, giggling a little. “I had to get you disorientated so you wouldn’t know where we’re going.” He said and laughed. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. The other hand traveled to my back as he led me to our last ride of the night.
“Alright you can open your eyes now.” He said after a few minutes, and squeezed my hand. I opened my eyes to find that we were standing in front of the ferris wheel. ((ah, yes. the good old ferris wheel, where every romance story eventually ends up. sorry if this was too predictable… XD)) I stared up at it. From the other end of the park, it looked small, but from here, it towered in front of me. Bill gave the ride operator two tickets and we took our seats. The lap bar closed on us automatically and we were hoisted up into the sky as other riders got on.
I put my arm around (Y/N) as we were slowly brought into the air. Our legs dangled loosely off the edge of the seat and (Y/N) kicked hers playfully. I moved my arm so it was around her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She blushed at this and I smirked. “You’re so cute when you blush,” I said lifting up her chin. This made her blush more and I chuckled. Soon we were at the top of the ferris wheel. “I brought you up here because this ferris wheel was where we ended our first date too. Remember?” I asked. She smiled and nodded her head. I leaned my forehead against hers and laughed a little. “You remember that but you don’t remember that I used to call you ‘Cupcake’? Come on!” I laughed, throwing my head back before letting it come to rest on her forehead again. I squeezed her to my side and she laid her head on my arm.
I put my hands on either side of her face and looked into her (E/C) eyes. She stared back into mine. ((sorry I’m making it so he has two eyes. deal with it. XD)) I caressed her cheek with my thumb. I could feel myself blushing lightly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek and let my kisses trail down until I was pecking along her jaw. I let my fingers run through her (H/L) (H/C) hair (Her up-do had come out on the drop ride). She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer. I nuzzled her neck with my nose, making her giggle and pull back a little. I smirked and continued, making her giggle more. “Agh! Bill! That tickles, stop it!” she said in between laughs.
Bill stopped nuzzling my neck and snapped his fingers. The color slowly drained from everything and everyone except us. I gave him a questioning look. “What?” He asked, “Now we can stay up here as long as we want.” he smirked and pulled me closer again. He did have a point. In the Dreamscape, there was no time. We could stay out here as long as we wanted. Still, I thought it would be dishonest. “Yes, but not as long as you want.” I replied smirking at the pouty face that Bill made in response to what I said. “Aww, why not??” He asked while giving me puppy eyes. “Hey,” I said, “I never said that we couldn’t stay out a little later,” Bill brightened up. “But..” He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve gotta stay at the ferris wheel.” I finished. He gave me an ‘are you serious?’ look and rolled his eyes. “Party-pooper..” He said playfully under his breath. I laughed at his childlike attitude. He reached up and tugged at some of my hair, forcing me to come closer. I smirked and pulled at some of his hair also, forcing him to come even closer. Our faces were mere inches from each other.
It had been so long since I had been this close to (Y/N). This human body and the hormones weren’t helping much with my newfound anxiety. My breathing was becoming slightly shaky, and so was the rest of my body. My eyes kept darting over her face. I looked at her eyes then her cheeks and her forehead, her hair. Then finally my eyes started darting to her lips every so often. I think (Y/N) noticed a few times because she started blushing. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t know if she wanted me to kiss her. My hands went behind her back and I clung to her and I made the move.
I leaned in and my lips brushed against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and that was my signal. I closed the tiny gap in between our mouths and pressed up against her. My hands traveled up into her hair and she kept her lips pressed on mine.
He was kissing me. I ran my fingers through his golden hair and he ran his hands through mine as we shared that embrace. I marveled at how much I had missed this. Two years without Bill was too much. I savored this moment as his lips moved slowly and smoothly against mine. Bill kept pulling me closer. He bit my lip slightly as he moved his hands to my waist again. I would need air soon. I pressed my lips up against his one more time before we both came up for air.
He leaned his forehead on mine and we both sat there and breathed deeply. I could hear the shakiness of his breathing and chuckled a little to myself. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Not a smirk, but a real genuine smile. He pecked me on the lips again before snapping his fingers. Color returned to the world and I leaned against Bill’s arm. He put his arm around my waist as our seat glided down to the ground once more.
We got off the ride and walked down to the other end of the park hand in hand. I checked my phone and the display flashed 10:54. “Bill, I’ve gotta get home now.” I said as I squeezed his hand. He looked at the phone and picked me up, carrying me bridal style out of the park. He transported us to the edge of the forest outside The Mystery Shack.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right cupcake?” He asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “I should be available.” I smirked at him. With that he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine again. He pulled away and whispered, “Bye, babe.” and then he was gone.
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“Admit it mate,” Michael scoffed, “You’re just no good in the sack.”
Calum took another swig of his beer, propping his feet up on Luke’s coffee table, leaning back on the couch and giving his friend a hard glare. Michael could insult whatever he wanted about Calum–it was how their relationship worked–except his ability to pleasure his longtime girlfriend.
“I’m great in the sack,” Calum protested, staring his blue-haired friend down. Luke cleared his throat uncomfortably from beside Calum, “Guys, are you seriously debating this?”
Michael went on as though he hadn’t heard the blonde boy, “Whenever Ashton and Eve are on tour with us, you can hear them banging in the hotel room three doors down. And yet I’ve never heard Y/N make a single noise.”
“Hey!” Ashton yelled from where he sat at his drum kit, adjusting the positioning of his cymbals, “Don’t get my girlfriend involved in this! We’re not that loud.”
“Yeah you are,” Cal scoffed, leaning his head back on the couch, “Look, just cause you haven’t heard my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m shit in bed.”
Michael snorted, “It kind of does. Just saying.”
Calum rolled his brown eyes, forcing himself to disregard whatever Michael said. He was just jealous that Calum had a gorgeous girlfriend to fuck him on a daily basis, whereas Michael only had his hand.
“So,” Luke snapped Calum out of his thoughts, “For the cottage, I was thinking we head up the first week of August. You guys cool with that?”
There were murmured agreements in response, and just like that, the topic switched. But while Calum tried as hard as he could to listen to his mates talk about the swimming, parasailing and hiking, his mind reeled.
He was going to prove Michael wrong.
Calum unlocked the front door to his shared apartment a few hours later, traipsing inside. Immediately, the smell of lasagna invaded his nostrils, and he breathed in, smiling faintly.
As he neared the kitchen, a faint humming sound could be heard, and his smile only grew wider. He stood in the doorway silently, studying his beautiful girlfriend.
Her hair had been tossed up into a messy bun, a few strands falling out and framing her face perfectly. She wore a coal black pencil skirt–the one she knew drove him crazy–and a light blue blouse, which had been untucked from the waistband and now fell free of the confinement. She’d scrubbed her makeup off, and she gleamed, radiating beauty. Calum was suddenly overcome with adoration.
In front of her was a plate with enough lasagna for two. She was sprinkling a few basil leaves onto the creation, wanting to make it presentable. She was such a perfectionist.
He walked up to her slowly, not wanting to make any noise. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her jump. She gasped, “Calum Thomas, you scared the shit out of me!”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Calum said, smiling lightly and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He kissed the beginning of her spine as she relaxed into his arms, brushing her hands free of any leftover basil spice.
“I made lasagna,” she announced quietly as Calum’s fingers played with the white buttons of her blue blouse. He hummed appreciatively, his fingers moving so that he was now running them up and down her sides daintily. She suppressed a shudder.
“Stop,” she whispered, turning around in her boyfriend’s grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “How was Luke’s?”
Calum shrugged, making a face, remembering Michael’s taunting, “Same old. I’m just glad to be back here–,” on cue, his hand slipped down her body and gave her backside a firm squeeze, making her jump, “–with you.”
He grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes, blowing some hair off of her forehead. She leaned in, pressing a curt kiss to Calum’s full lips, before turning back around and reaching for the tray of lasagna.
She wriggled out of his grasp–much to his dismay–and walked over to the table, setting the meal down and retrieving cutlery from the drawers of the kitchen. Calum sighed dramatically before opening the cupboard to his right and pulling out two glasses, handing them to her. He then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.
“Any news on the cottage?” Y/N asked, pulling out her chair and sitting down. Calum tried to pry his eyes away from the perfect curve of her ass as he walked over, setting the bottle of ginger ale down and slipping into his own seat.
He’d been with Y/N for three years, six months, and eighteen days–not that he kept track. Even before they’d begun dating, Calum had loved her since he was sixteen years old–and now here he was, at twenty-five, touring the world and sleeping beside the most beautiful girl on the planet almost every night. Y/N was studying at university to become a teacher, maybe even a professor, and Calum couldn’t have been prouder.
“Yeah,” Cal replied, holding out his plate as she sliced a piece of lasagna, giving it to him. He cut a small piece before putting it in his mouth and swallowing quickly, “First week of August, I think. Will you be able to go?”
Y/N stopped chewing her own slice. Pausing and thinking for a moment, she replied, “Two weeks. Yeah, summer classes end next week. I’m good.”
Calum smiled widely at her before biting into his lasagna again and humming, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “Fuck, I love your cooking.”
His girlfriend giggled and pouted playfully, “I knew that was why you’re with me.”
“For sure,” Calum replied, swallowing heavily and taking a sip of his drink, “Not because I’m totally in love with you, or anything like that.”
“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to pass off her embarrassment and hopefully avert Calum’s attention away from her blossoming blush. She drummed her fingers on the table, triggering dirty thoughts in Calum’s mind of what exactly he’d do to her on the table–and what he’d done before.
He shook his head free of those thoughts as Y/N’s eyes lit up suddenly, “I forgot to tell you. Hoskins returned our assignments today, and I got a ninety-three!”
“Are you serious?” Calum almost choked on his food. His girlfriend nodded excitedly, a small squeak slipping out. Covering his mouth and coughing a bit, Calum finally regained his composure, sputtering hoarsely, “That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you,” Y/N tucked a fallen wisp of hair behind her ear and gazed at him with bright eyes.
Maybe it was the way her eyes widened, the mischievous glimmer within them. Maybe it was that fucking pencil skirt and the blouse that had somehow come undone at the very top, exposing a small amount of cleavage. Hell, maybe it was the lasagna.
But Calum was suddenly pushing his chair back, hearing it echo out a loud screech. Y/N looked up at him in confusion and opened her mouth, a mere rush of air escaping her before Calum was beside her, tugging her up.
His lips were on hers, swallowing her sentence. She let out a sigh into his mouth, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Calum quickly reached for the buttons on her top, undoing them hastily and cursing when he was unable to get the last one. In his rush, he simply ripped it.
“Cal!” His girlfriend scolded him, but he shut her up again with another longing kiss. After a few second, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, “I fucking love you.”
And before she could respond, he picked her up and brought her into the bedroom to show her how much of it he really meant.
“How could you have not enjoyed that?” Ashton looked at his girlfriend as though she had just stolen all of his Vegemite. In response, Eve just giggled, shoving her boyfriend playfully as the group of six walked along the dusty path back to their cottage.
“I didn’t like it either,” Michael chimed in, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He’d been ecstatic when he’d walked into the cottage, only to find a PS4 and a flat screen television mounted on the wall.
But Ashton had dragged him off onto a nature walk along with the rest of the group. Calum hadn’t minded, even though he was a bit tired from the long drive to the cottage.
“Ash, baby, not everyone likes hiking,” Eve explained gently. She winced and leaned down, scratching at her left thigh, “I think I got, like, seventeen mosquito bites.”
“I’m sorry,” Ashton pulled Eve in by her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. Luke, Michael and Calum all pretended to dry-heave onto the path.
“Oh, stop it,” Calum’s actions merited a swat on the arm from Y/N. She was watching Ash and Eve with a fond expression on her face, seeming almost longing. Calum grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, planting a short kiss on her palm.
“Not you too!” Luke cried. In a childish manner, he ran past the rest of the group down the trail, where the cottage stood in plain view. Halfway there, he tripped on a rock and stumbled, causing everyone to laugh.
“Awkward turtle,” Y/N grinned before taking off, catching up to Luke and helping him stand, smiling up at him once he did so. Calum wasn’t even jealous.
All he could do was stare at his gorgeous girl. The way her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly, how her striped yellow and white tank top showed just the right amount of chest. She wore black Nike running shoes, and a camera hung from her neck, filled with photos of Ashton and the scenery.
He’d insisted on taking a photo with practically every tree in the forest.
The sun was setting by the time the group reached the moderately sized cottage. There were three bedrooms–one for Eve and Ashton, for Michael and Luke, and one for Calum and Y/N. The cottage stood facing a lake with a dock, which they hadn’t had the pleasure of exploring yet, but they would definitely take this into account tomorrow.
“Movie?” Michael yelled as soon as he walked through the door. Everyone agreed except for Ashton and Eve, who claimed that they were going to hit the sack earlier. Calum just smirked, knowing the actual reason why.
Eve was a nice girl. She had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, along with a shower of freckles decorating her face. She was almost as tall as Ashton, and was much more of an introvert than her boyfriend.
But fuck, was she ever loud.
“I’m going to change,” Y/N announced quickly before sauntering up the steps of the cottage.
Calum watched her hips sway as she climbed, subconsciously licking his lips. He only snapped out of it when Luke snickered and shoved him forcefully.
“What movie should we watch?” Michael questioned, already crouching down to retrieve the remote from the arm of one of the black leather sofas in the living room. The room had hardwood flooring, a fireplace, and was decorated with pictures of Luke’s family from previous years of venturing up north to the lake.
“What about–?” Luke began, but Calum cut him off quickly.
“We aren’t watching Mean Girls, Lucas.”
“Why the fuck not?” Luke whined, crossing his arms and flopping down onto the couch. He grabbed a lacy decorative pillow and hugged it to his chest, pouting.
“Shut up Luke,” Michael said indifferently, as though the phrase had grown to become a reflex. Luke scoffed and simply watched the television with interest as Michael began scrolling along Netflix.
“What’s taking Y/N so long?” Calum muttered aloud accidentally.
His thoughts had strayed to the beautiful piece of ass who was probably half-naked just upstairs, a short distance away from him. The mere thought of his girlfriend in underwear send a rush of heat through Calum, and he turned around, subtly trying to conceal his growing erection, “I’ll be right back.”
Luke giggled, “Use protection!” He called out as Calum began climbing the stairs.
When he was halfway up the flight, Calum heard Michael tease, “What for? Y/N’s so quiet you wouldn’t even know they were fucking!”
This made Calum freeze and clench his fists. He had half a mind to storm back downstairs and punch Michael, but then he decided that he would use this as motivation–it spurred him on.
Y/N gasped when Calum opened the door, seeming afraid that it would be someone else. When she saw her boyfriend enter, she relaxed, dropping the tank top she had clutched to her chest a moment before.
“Jesus,” she breathed, “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“Sorry darling,” Calum chuckled sheepishly before crossing his arms over his body and pulling his shirt off swiftly. Right before the fabric obscured his eyes, he could see his girlfriend bite down on his lip, eyeing his torso briefly. He smirked to himself.
“Everything okay?” He asked, dropping his shirt to the floor and walking over to Y/N. She nodded. She wore a pain of tight black shorts that reached just below her ass, and her plain black bra was the only thing adorning her upper half. Her hair had been braided loosely, a few strands already falling out.
Calum wrapped his arms around her stomach and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. She fiddled with the top in her hands.
“You sure?” He asked, “You seem stressed.”
“I’m not stressed,“ Y/N sighed, “Okay, I’m a bit worried. Just–just about classes starting up again.”
Calum sponged a trail of kisses up her neck, shocked at his girlfriend’s words, “What? Sweetheart, you just began your break.”
“I know,” Y/N said, defeated, “And that’s what sucks. What if I don’t do well Cal? I want to teach, I want to be successful. What if I fuck it up?”
“You’re being so irrational right now,” Calum said sternly. He spun her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her, “You’re stressed, and you don’t have to be. You only have–what?–one year left? You won’t fuck anything up, because you want this. And what you want, you get, remember? It worked with me.”
He added the last bit cheekily, referring to how she had pursued him and not the other way around. She’d been confident, even being the one to ask him out. And now Calum couldn’t get enough of the goddess standing in front of him.
Y/N cracked a smile and wrapped her arms around Calum. When their bare skin met, Calum suppressed a shiver. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his girlfriend’s head, his hand dipping lower on her back slowly.
“What do you say I lessen some of this stress?” He murmured, smirking. She pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“What?” He grinned, his fingers finally finding her ass and kneading it roughly, just how she liked. She leaned into him subconsciously as he continued, “Come on darling. Just let me make you feel good.”
“Calum…” She warned. She looked up at him, and he stuck out his bottom lip in the pout that he knew drove her crazy. She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull his lips down to hers.
“Fuck,” Cal groaned, “I love your lips.”
Y/N giggled lightly, pulling back just a it, her lips still brushing his as she breathed, “We have to be quiet.”
Calum let out a growl, knowing that being quiet was the opposite of what he wanted her to do. He was going to make her scream, make Michael hear it, make his bandmates never question his skills in bed again.
“Sure,” he smirked, “Whatever you say.” His intentions were a stark opposite to what she asked. It took a lot to make his girl vocal, but Calum had never been a quitter.
With that, he connected their lips again. Calum’s hands ran down the expanse of Y/N’s bare back, finally coming to rest on her ass and squeezing gently, making her sigh and lean into him. Their lips fought for dominance, Calum’s winning…as they always did.
He picked Y/N up and brought her to the bed, dropping her on it and causing her to let out a small laugh. Calum smiled at the sound, completely in love with the half-naked girl.
“God, I adore you,” Calum sighed, climbing on top of her. She smiled and tangled her fingers in his raven hair, kissing him again. His hands swept up and down her body as she subtly ground her hips up against his. He pulled back, cocking an eyebrow.
“For someone who was so against the idea a few minutes ago,” he teased, “You sure are into this.”
“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N just rolled her eyes, bringing his mouth back to hers. She parted her lips, letting her boyfriend’s tongue slip inside. For the next few minutes, they made out, slight grinds and swivels of hips being the only alteration to the pattern.
Calum prided himself on being able to kiss her for five minutes before letting his hands wander. In fact, it was a miracle that he could go thirty seconds. He loved her body.
But once those five minutes were up, he was shot to hell. Unable to control himself, his hands slipped down her body, tugging frantically on her shorts, wanting them off.
She complied, helping him shimmy them down, leaving her in plain black panties. Calum looked down and cursed at the sight of her legs and thighs, wishing more than anything they were wrapped around his head.
“Fuck baby,” he sighed, and then he got an idea. His eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning, and he grinned at her.
“Sit on my face.”
“W-what?” Y/N spluttered, taken aback at the command. Calum didn’t blame her; she’d only done it once before, and even then, it hadn’t been anything too extraordinary. Perhaps it was because that had been back in their early stages of dating, where things were still slightly awkward and new.
“Come on,” Cal coaxed, “It’ll feel good.”
She eyed him skeptically before eventually sighing, deciding that there was no use in arguing. Calum flipped them over, laying on his back, and Y/N shed her panties, inching her way up his body. Finally, her centre was situated right above Calum’s face.
“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he complimented, staring at her swollen clit and her slick lips. From where he lay, he saw her put her hands above his head and look down at him fearfully.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly, his arms winding around her thighs, “It’ll feel nice, trust me.”
With that, he dove in.
She was already shaking. Calum licked a stripe up her core, sucking briefly on her clit before repeating the action. She gasped lightly, but even then, it was almost inaudible. Calum wanted her to scream.
“Come on baby,” he murmured against her clit, sending vibrations up her body and making her shudder, “Louder.”
“Calum, they’re,” she gasped again as he sucked on her lips, collecting all of her arousal, “–they’re right downstairs.”
Calum smirked. He knew. And that was precisely why he wanted her to be louder. Instead of responding, he poked his tongue out, trailing it around her hole, teasing her by dipping it in, only to retract it just as quickly. Her right hand was gripping the headboard, the other buried in his hair as she bit her lip to stay quiet.
“Calum, please,” she whispered, grinding her body slightly down on his face. He dug his fingers into her thighs and she closed her eyes, trying to control herself.
Calum took the term “eating out” to an entirely new level. As soon as the words passed her lips, he was nipping at her clit and thrusting his tongue inside of her at a speedy pace. She gasped yet again, but this time, it was a bit louder, mixed in with a slight whine.
Calum smiled smugly. Baby steps.
“I’m going to come,” Y/N whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Calum could feel her body tensing above him. This only spurred him on. He made loud, obscene slurping sounds as his tongue delved inside on her and his teeth grazed against her bud.
All that could be heard was the sound of faint gasps and Calum sucking up her wetness. Her fingers raked along his scalp, nails digging in slightly as she gnawed on her lip, the pink skin turning white. Her knuckles matched in colour as she gripped the headboard tightly.
“Calum,” she breathed, her body slumping as she came.
Calum watched her intently. Her head hung, allowing him to see her face. Her eyes were closed lightly, and her mouth formed an ‘o’ as her climax rocked her body. God, she was beautiful when she came.
But Calum still wasn’t satisfied. Because she wasn’t convulsing on top of him, she wasn’t moaning loudly, she wasn’t yelling out curses like he wanted her to.
So, he guessed, if you don’t succeed, try again.
Calum wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, flipping them over quickly. Her eyes were closed, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Slowly, they opened, only to meet Calum’s stony, hard ones.
“What was that?” He practically hissed, “I said ‘louder’, didn’t I?”
“What?” She said meekly, her eyes tired. His hand snaked down her body, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing harshly, her pussy wet with the fluids she had just released.
She cried out, arching her body into his as a reflex, and Calum grinned deviously. There. That was what he wanted. Now, if only he could get her to make that noise again.
“Calum,” she breathed, “What are you–what are you doing? I’m done.”
“Well I’m fucking not,” he growled, ducking his head to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucked on her collarbones, sure to leave marks afterwards.
“Up,” he barked, pushing himself off of her. Wearily, she sat up, and Calum’s arms wrapped around her torso, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra effortlessly. He gripped her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
“Let’s try this again,” he said sternly, “Louder.”
She whimpered in response, and he moved to the edge of the bed. There was a visible tent in his shorts, but he didn’t care. He wanted to let Michael know who was pleasuring her so well.
Calum positioned Y/N on his right thigh. She looked at him confusedly and opened her mouth, no doubt to ask him what he was doing. But she cut herself off with her own gasp as Calum began tapping his foot against the floor.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as she bounced. Calum could see the friction making her go crazy.
The denim of his shorts rubbed up against her oversensitive clit, making her jaw slacken and her eyes close. She was completely naked on top of him, and Calum fondled her breasts, providing more pleasure.
Her hands shot out, palms gripping onto his tan shoulders. Her head fell back as her body slowly became acquainted to the divine feeling, and Calum couldn’t help but to smirk at her.
“Feel good?” He breathed hotly in her ear, his thumbs tweaking her nipples. She nodded frantically, short, breathy gasps escaping her lips.
Calum growled in response, and a hard smack landed on her ass. She squealed and jumped forward, her eyes shooting open and staring at her boyfriend in shock.
“Then fucking show it,” he hissed. She sighed as his shorts kept rubbing against her clit, stimulating her. Calum snarled, “Louder.”
“Calum,” she whined, and he smiled in satisfaction. He could tell her second orgasm was approaching. Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and her body was stiffening. Calum’s foot continued its relentless tapping, bouncing her.
“Do you like that, baby?” He questioned, leaning in to bite on her shoulder lightly.
“Yes!” She cried out, her voice cracking slightly. Calum grabbed her hips once he felt her pace slow down, knowing she was close. He moved her forwards and backwards forcefully, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to handle. She moaned and let her forehead drop against his shoulder, her second climax taking over.
She shook in his arms and let small, breathy curses out every so often. “Calum, Calum,” she kept whimpering, and his heart swelled.
Once she had finished, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. There was a wet patch on his shorts, but he didn’t give a damn. Shedding his bottoms, he stepped out of them, also pulling off his boxers. He crawled onto the bed where his spent girlfriend lay, his fingers caressing her hip as he leaned down.
He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly, stretching it. Releasing it, he brushed his fingertips up her side, “One more time, baby.”
“C-Calum, I can’t,” she eked out. He chuckled, “You can. Face down, ass up. Come on.”
She didn’t move. For a moment, Calum feared that he had pushed her too far, but then she whimpered, turning onto her stomach slowly. She mounted to her knees, pushing her ass into the air. Calum smiled.
“Good girl,” he cooed, placing himself behind her and rubbing soft circles into her back. He leaned down, trailing his tongue down her spine and feeling her shiver.
“Last one, sweetheart,” he assured her, his hands massaging her cheeks, “Be as loud as you can.”
He positioned himself at her dripping pussy and pushed in with a grunt. She cried out at the contact, her core spent and sensitive from her two previous orgasms. He tight walls hugged him like a blanket, and she closed her eyes.
Finally, Cal thought. He groaned as she clenched around him, his member hard and completely sheathed within her. Slowly, he pulled back out, only to thrust back in with force.
“Calum!” She yelled, her fingers digging into the duvet, twisting it and squeezing, her knuckles whitening. Calum chuckled, continuing at the relentless pace.
“God, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of her. He took a moment to pause, admiring the round globes of her ass and her back as he drove into her. The right side of her face was pressed against the mattress, her hair now completely free of any elastics. She was magnificent.
“I love you, darling,” Calum grunted, speeding up even further. He repeatedly sunk into her at an inhumane pace, the pleasure amounting to something that he only ever felt when he was with her.
His balls slapped against her skin with each thrust. Now, she was muttering curses and moaning out his name every time Calum rammed into her. He moaned loudly, matching her pitch.
“I love you, Calum,” she whimpered loudly, her fingers twitching. Her body tensed up and her sweet pussy clenched, squeezing his shaft like a lifeline. Calum cursed and continued on, determined to get her to her final high of the night.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly.
She shot off into a pool of pleasure, Calum’s words tipping her off the edge. He watched her body as she came, how it shook and convulsed underneath him, how her hips shuddered under his fingertips. Her eyes squeezed shut.
“Calum, fuck!” She screamed. He was too caught up in pleasure to even acknowledge the fact that she’d finally screamed his name, too busy to be smug.
Because at that moment, her pussy locked down on his length, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. And Calum let go, releasing inside of her, her fluttering walls milking him for everything he was worth. He stiffened and a yell tore from his throat, shooting his load deep inside her warm passage.
And then he slumped on top of her. She was shuddering with the aftermath of her orgasm, small whimpers falling from her mouth. Calum wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
“’M sorry,” he murmured, “Did I go too far?”
She responded after a few seconds, “No. Was–was just unexpected, that’s all.”
“M-kay,” Calum sighed, nuzzling his face into her neck tiredly. Gingerly, she turned around, but she smiled sleepily at him, “We should do that more often.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Yeah?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
She giggled softly before there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Calum called out, his voice slightly hoarse. Y/N buried her face into the crook of his neck.
“It’s Michael!” came a voice from behind the wood, “And I just wanted to say that you’re both disgusting! Oh, and Calum? I hate you!”
Y/N giggled and Calum chuckled lowly. Michaels footsteps faded away. Calum looked down at his wonderful girlfriend, smiling at how serene she appeared.
“We didn’t use a condom, did we?”
And that’s how Calum came to hold the most adorable little girl in his arms. She had dark, chestnut hair like his, his eyes, but her mother’s nose and smile. Her thumb was in her mouth as she slept.
Calum set her down in her little twin sized bed, dodging all of the toys that littered the floor. She was a spoiled little princess, but Calum wouldn’t have wanted her any other way. She was one of the two things he loved most in this world.
And then Calum snuck back out of her room and tiptoed down the hall. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, seeing the other thing he loved most curled up, her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore a tank top and pyjama shorts, and she was also fast asleep.
Calum eased into bed beside her, sighing as he wrapped an arm around her. He felt as though he could scale a mountain and scream at the top of his lungs, scream how grateful he was, how amazing his life had turned out.
Louder, and louder. Until his voice betrayed him. Until his throat was raw and his eyes were shiny with emotion.
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