Series Summary:A firefighter and his wife , once high school sweethearts , face the end of their marriage—until something unexpected brings them back under the same roof.
Content/Warnings: Second Chance Romance , Ex's To Lovers , Marital Conflict & Separation , Infidelity (during separation) , Alcohol use , Injury scenes (non-graphic) Themes of Pregnancy / Childbirth & Infertility , Mature themes
Word Count: 2.6K+
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The fluorescent hum of the hallway of Brooklyn high school was a familiar lullaby, a backdrop to the symphony of the slamming and rattling of metal lockers , as bounding laughter echoes, and the muted murmurs of a thousand teenage secrets and gossips.
You leaned your shoulder against your locker , a textbook clutched to your chest , trying to appear engrossed in the quadratic equations scrawled in notes and scribbles across the pages. Truly though, your eyes kept drifting down the long hall , past the clusters of gossiping mean girls and the jocks flexing for attention , to the exact spot where he usually lingered between periods.
And as you scanned his usual place , there he was.
Bucky Barnes , all long muscular limbs and burgeoning muscle , his short cropped brown hair falling boyishly over his intense blue eyes. He moved with an easy grace , a natural athleticism that even then hinted at the man he would one day become. He was holding court with some guys from the football team , a wide grin breaking across his adorably handsome face as he recounted some weekend escapades as dramatics and exaggeration. You felt the familiar flip and flutter in your stomach while watching , a mixture of nerves and pure , unadulterated adoration.
Your most recent quick glance across the building ended with your eyes meeting across the sea of students and teachers. Bucky’s smile softened , eyes crinkling at the corners as he offered a subtle , almost imperceptible nod to your direction.
It was the secret signal , a silent acknowledgment that even amidst the chaos of the high school day , they saw only each other.
Later that afternoon , in Mrs. Davison’s AP history class , the air conditioning whirred a monotonous low buz , and the droning boring lecture on the causes of the French Revolution faded into pure background noise.
As you sat two rows ahead of Bucky , your pink glitter pen twirled idly in your fingers as you marked and doodled in the margins of your notebook. When drawing a little butterfly on a daisy–a small , crumpled notebook paper ball landed softly on your desk bouncing across before you caught it. You carefully unfurled it reading.
“Bored yet? Meet me at the taller oak tree after this. Urgent historical matter regarding French pastries. – JBB”
A small smile touched your gloss painted lips. Bucky always found a way to make you smile , even in the most boring of lectures and assignments..
The "tall oak tree" was their designated spot , a large blooming space on the edge of the football field , partially obscured from the main school building. Lunch hours were often spent there , especially when you wanted to escape the cafeteria's clamor. Today , however , you two had an even better sanctuary.
"Alright, your chariot awaits, fair lady," Bucky announced , his voice a low rumble , as he threw open the creaky tailgate of his beat-up ford. The back of the truck , usually littered with stray football equipment and forgotten textbooks , was surprisingly clean. He'd even laid out a faded , checkered blanket.
You climbed in with practiced ease and the help of Bucky's hand stabalIng you, settling onto the quilt.
The sun warmed the metal of the truck bed–but not too hot, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the tree above , it was perfect.
"French pastries , you say? Are we staging a culinary revolution?" You teased, playfully elbowing him as he hopped in beside you with a thud.
"Only if it involves a revolution of flavor in my mouth," he chuckled at his own joke , pulling a brown paper bag from inside his backpack , reaching in, pulling out two slightly squashed but still perfect chocolate croissants. "Stolen from my mom's bakery. Don't tell her." He winked playfully handing over the dessert.
Your eyes widened as blush creeped over your features. "Bucky! You're a menace." But you still took one–you loved his mothers baking, – fingers brushing his as they did. The touch sent a familiar shiver and rush of warmth down your arm to the base of your spine.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a moment , the only sounds noticeable being the occasional rustle of leaves and the faint , distant shouts from the football practice field with whistling coaches and panting players.
"So, the French Revolution," You mused, crumbs and chocolate dusting your lips. "Pretty dramatic stuff, huh? All that guillotining."
Bucky leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, gaze fixed on the endless blue and cloudless sky. "Yeah, I guess. Can't imagine anything being that important. Like, 'off with their heads' important." He turned his head, blue eyes locking onto yours, suddenly serious. "You know what's important, though?"
You held his gaze , a quiet anticipation building deep in your throat and chest. "What?" Voice coming out more of a whisper.
"This," he gestured vaguely around the truck bed , then his eyes flickered right back to yours , holding them even tighter. "Us. These moments. Everything else feels kinda… irrelevant , sometimes, you know?"
Your heart beat hard against your ribs then swelled. He had a way of cutting through all the noise, all the teenage drama, and zeroing in on the raw, true feelings.
"Yeah," You breathed out a breath you hadn't realized had been held, voice a little softer than intended. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."
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Their high school years were a blur of these exact stolen moments , punctuated by the roaring crowds of Friday night lights football games.
Bucky, Number 17, the star quarterback, was a force of nature and power on the field. His arm was a cannon, his leadership undeniable his heart fully on the field.
You were dazzling , cheerleading uniform , pom-poms a blur of crimson and gold , a surge of pride every time he scored, every time the crowd chanted his name and number.
From your spot on the sidelines, you’d watch him every game , sweat and dirt - streaked and determined , his eyes scanning the field , always looking for his next move. And sometimes, just sometimes, in between plays and calls , his gaze would sweep the cheer section, find you, and a quick, triumphant grin would flash across his face. A private victory, shared only between them.
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On one crisp autumn evening, after a particularly nail-biting close game–win, the air was electric with the lingering cheers and shouts. Bucky, still in his muddy uniform, had found you by the deserted concession stand, his arm slung loosely around your waist.
"Can you believe that?" he panted on your neck , breathless but exhilarated. "We almost blew it!"
"But you didn't," You squealed , leaning your head against his shoulder. "You never do. You're incredible, Bucky."
He gently squeezed your side knowing how you squirm when he does so. "Only because I know you're watching." He pulled back slightly, eyes sparkling under the stadium lights. "Hey, I'm starving. Diner on 4th? My treat."
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The "Diner" was a local stamp and favorite , a relic of the 50s with sticky red vinyl booth seats and a jukebox that perpetually played forgotten hits.
You’d slide into your favorite booth, tucked away in the back right corner, and order the usual: two chocolate milkshakes with extra whipped cream and cherry.
Tonight, the victory high was still palpable in the air. Bucky recounted plays, reliving every touchdown, every near-interception. You listened, occasionally interjecting with your own perspective from the sidelines.
"And then you hit Steve with that perfect spiral," You recounted, mimicking the throw with your smaller hand. "It was like slow motion. The student section went wild Buck!"
He grinned a toothy flash of teeth, taking a long sip of his milkshake, a foamy mustache forming above his lip.
"Yeah, well, luckily Steve's got hands like glue. And I knew you'd be hyping me up from the side." He leaned forward, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "Seriously though, you were amazing out there tonight. That last pyramid? Textbook perfect."
Your cheeks flushed a dark pink. "Oh, stop it. You were the star tonight."
"We're a team, Y/N," he said, reaching across the table to cover your hand with his. His fingers were warm, calloused from practice and wear. "Always have been and always will be."
After the diner, when the streets were quiet and the moon hung like a silver coin in the inky navy sky, you two would often find yourselves at the town’s only drive-in movie theater. Not to see an actual movie, not really. You’d park Bucky’s truck in the furthest corner of the dimly lit lot, the engine off, the silence broken only by the chirping of crickets.
The windows would fog up quickly, a testament to the heat rising between them. Conversations would grow softer, then fade away entirely, replaced by the hushed sounds of breathing, soft murmurs, and the gentle brush of lips.
Tonight, after the triumphant game and the sweet milkshakes, the air in the truck was thick with unspoken longing. Bucky’s hand found your cheek in the dark night , thumb stroking softly. His eyes, usually so animated, were deep and tender.
"Y/N," he whispered, his voice a little shaky, his forehead resting against yours now. "I… I think I’m falling in love with you."
Your breath hitched. The words, though anticipated, still hit you with the force of a revelation loaded from a slingshot. Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You’d felt it for so long now , this overwhelming, all-consuming emotion, but neither of you had dared to articulate it, to give it such a profound name or know quite what to do with it.
"I think I already did," You confessed, your own voice barely audible above the drumming of your heart in your ears. "A long, long time ago, Bucky Barnes."
His relief was palpable. He let out a soft sigh, and then his lips were on yours again , deeper, more certain than any kiss you two shared before. It wasn’t just physical; it was a promise, a declaration. It was the taste of chocolate and victory and forever. In that moment, under the pale glow of the movie theater sign, they believed it with every fiber of their beings. Forever.
Now.
The jarring beep and blaring of the alarm clock ripped you right from your dream of cheering crowds and stolen kisses.
5:45 AM. Too early. Always too early.
You slapped your palm blindly at the snooze button , hand then sliding over finding the cold , empty space beside you on the bed. Bucky was already gone. He would have been up hours ago , having just finished his overnight shift at Fire Station 17.
You dragged yourself out of bed , the familiar ache in your lower back a constant companion. The small suburban house , once filled with your youthful dreams , felt profoundly quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was the distant hum of the refrigerator making ice.
In the kitchen , a note was propped up against the coffee machine, scrawled messily on a yellow post-it note.
“Got in late. Still tired and in the guest room. Please don’t wake me. B.”
B. The signature felt almost perfunctory now, an automatic appendage to a message of functional necessity. There was no real warmth in it, no lingering scent of him. Just a note. Another note. So many notes.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee, the aroma doing little to stir your senses. Your morning routine was a well-oiled machine, each movement precise, efficient, designed to get her out the door as quickly as possible. Shower, dress in your vet scrubs, a quick grab of a granola bar, and then out into the pre-dawn suburban quiet.
The drive to the clinic was short, through tree-lined streets where sprinklers were already pattering on manicured lawns. You passed other cars, other people, all heading to their own routines, their own lives.
Did they feel this quiet, too?
By the time you got home in the late afternoon, the house was dark again. Bucky would be long gone, back for his next afternoon shift. His schedule was a constant inversion of yours: when you were starting the day, he was ending his; when you were coming home, he was leaving again.
As if you were ships passing in the night, or, more accurately, ships whose paths rarely coincided beyond a brief, weary wave across the shared currents of sleep and work.
You had found another note on the kitchen counter, this one longer, detailing a plumbing issue he'd noticed.
“Faucet in the guest bath is dripping. Mind calling a plumber? I don’t have time between shifts. Supplies for dinner are in the fridge – make something for you. Don't worry about me. B.”
No "Hey, how was your day?" No "Missed you." “I love you” Just a list of chores and that same impersonal sign-off you were starting to despise. You sighed, crumpling the note slightly before smoothing it out again. It wasn’t that he was being unkind; it was simply… practical. And that practicality, that efficient division of labor, had slowly but surely choked the spontaneity, the joy, the very spirit out of your relationship.
The silence of the house pressed in on you as you moved through the rooms, turning on lights, a futile attempt to chase away the encroaching gloom.
The sofa, where you used to cuddle for movie nights, had become a separate island for each of you when the two of you did manage to find time together. His side, her side. The shared laughter had dwindled, replaced by the distant hum of the TV, the quiet tapping of your own phones.
You cooked the dinner – pre-packaged pasta and sauce – and ate it alone at the kitchen table, scrolling through social media on your phone, mindlessly consuming snippets of other people's vibrant lives. b]Barely tasting the food.
Later, you sat on the couch, half-watching a medical drama, the tension from the day settling heavily on your shoulders. Your phone buzzed. A text message. It was your husband.
“Just got a call out. Fire on Main Street. Might be a long one.”
You immediately typed back, "Stay safe." But there was no reply. You hadn't expected one.
Eventually you drifted off, waking with a jolt on the couch as a siren blared past the large open window–around midnight, the TV was still flickering as you stumbled to bed , the empty space beside meeting you , a gaping hole.
You missed his warmth, the comforting weight of his arm thrown over you in the chilly nights. You missed waking up to his scent in your nose , the way he’d pull you closer even in his deepest unconscious slumber.
You remembered the way his lips had tasted of chocolate and victory and forever.
Now, there was just the lingering taste of stale coffee and the metallic tang of unspoken words and uncommunicated feelings or lack thereof.
The distance wasn't a sudden thing , but a slow drift. They were still in the same ocean, under the same moon , but the lines that once bound them had slackened, then snapped, leaving them to navigate their separate waves, alone.
The memories of high school , once a comforting warmth, now felt like a painful ache. A stark contrast to the quiet, functional existence you had now built.
The love and intimacy that had once felt so boundless, so undeniable, was now a fragile broken thing, whispering from the past, barely audible over the years of their separate lives.
The question that lingered, unspoken, in the quiet corners of their house and hearts was: had forever simply run out?
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I was so in love with your EthanxChadxReader!!! Ongggggg
But can you do EthanxReader sneaking off and having a make-out session and then smut?
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ahhh! thank you babes ! sorry it took so long to start !
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secretfwb!ethan landry x reader
warnings: making out, head (m receiving), face fucking, hints of subcon, minor spit play, overstimulation, aftercare, and maybe some more?
words: 2.4k
author’s note: ok guys wtf did I just write. 🤷♀️
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Sex with Ethan Landry was something you never expected to indulge in. But you couldn't help yourself after he caught you getting off in your living room before your guys' study session that he just happened to be early for. And a month later, the sex is still just as good as the first time.
So it makes sense that when you see Ethan in his little cardboard costume you just need him. And you didn't care who saw you two sneak off into the neighbor's garden shed.
"What's-" Kiss. "-got you so-" Nip. "-fuck, so worked up?" Ethan's voice is curious and amused as you try to ignore his words to keep yourselves connected.
Your lips pull from his - a string of your connected saliva following - to lift that stupid little cardboard helmet off his head. His eyes widen as you toss it somewhere in the shed to be found later and reach up to pull his lips back to yours.
Ethan's eyes widen as he picks back up your feverish kissing, your lips encasing his with a mix of your salvias and the clashing of teeth. Your hand traces up the cardboard armor on his chest and tap it softly with a single finger.
"Take it off?" Ethan murmurs enquiringly against your soft lips. He pulls back an inch to look down at your hungry eyes before reaching for the bottom of the cardboard. He nods as he continues, "I'm gonna take it off."
You watch with an amused glint as he struggles for a second to take off the costume entirely. His cheeks burn harshly as you watch him flimsily stand back up to his full height. Now in only his everyday clothes, his jeans doing nothing to hide how turned on he was.
“You’re staring," he whispers, his voice holding a playful lilt.
Your eyes slide up his frame from his crotch to meet his blown-out pupils. A small and devilish grin teases your lips in a way that makes his pants tighten even more in a painful way.
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” He groans with his head tilted back. He takes a few steps towards you, pinning you against the wall with a cradling hand behind your head. Lifting your chin with one finger, Ethan forces you to keep your gaze on him as he gets closer and closer.
"Now who's worked up?" Your teasing causes him to groan and tuck his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Looking for relief, Ethan's hand grips your wrist to slide it down his front and to his clothed erection.
“See what you’re doing to me, baby?" Ethan murmurs, his hand shadowing yours to squeeze softly around the head of his bulge. He grits his teeth at the stimulation, and he unevenly breathes into your neck. "Think you need to help me take care of it."
"Take care how?" You question quietly, leaning up to try and catch his lips again. He leans back from you to stare you down with a newfound sense of control.
Instead of speaking any more, Ethan's hand cradling the back of your head begins to guide you down. He watches as you slowly sink lower onto your knees, his lips parting as if he can't believe you're actually doing it. Ethan's hand trembles just slightly as it swiftly moves your hair out of your face while his other hand begins to toy with his belt.
Your hands reach up to replace his, keeping your eyes connected to his glassy, pretty ones. The way his sigh slips out of his throat in a choked relief make your actions draw out slower.
The sight of you on your knees was almost enough to undo him completely. He leans forward to rest his forehead against the wall he had you trapped up against, his eyes clenching shut as a shaky sigh slipped past his lips.
“Oh baby...” he groans, his fingers instinctively gripping at your hair when you began to tease him. “Come on, baby. Behave, please."
Giving him some grace, you unzip his jeans to tug them down to below his thighs. His boxers strain with how hard he is, and you take a moment to simply press unchaste kisses against his bulge.
Ethan's hand on the back of your head presses your face against his crotch to get some type of feeling from you. Your nose presses against his erection, and your mouth slides across one of the more prominent veins. Adding more pleasure for him, you stick out your tongue and make him hiss at the feeling.
"Mm, just like that..." he gasps out, his head tilting back as your tongue works against him. The feeling of your tongue against his sensitive skin was driving him absolutely insane, his muscles quivering and tensing with every flick of your tongue. "Oh god- you're way too good at this, baby."
"Can I take these off?" You ask quietly and a little breathless as you pull back for air.
With you sitting pretty on your knees with warm cheeks and puffy lips, how could he say no?
Your fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers and gently pull them down to the rest of his bundled clothes at the bottom of his thighs. Ethan’s cock stands in front of you like a desperate thing waiting to be played with. But this isn’t anything you haven’t handled before.
He tugs your hands up from his thighs, looking down at you with that specific gaze you can never pinpoint exactly what it means. Ethan’s pretty brown eyes are a darker shade and they hold less admiration and more…desperation. Cupping your hands in his grasp, Ethan tilts his head down to let a string of spit land onto them. With enough lubricant, he drops your hands back down to let you do the work.
Taking his length with your spit-covered palms, you use both to stroke him timidly. You always start this way, it’s just how things have always been done. But as you begin to kitten-lick Ethan’s red tip, you get a hint that things aren’t going to be how they usually are.
Ethan bucks his hips forward suddenly and harshly, causing his cock to slip into your mouth. A small chocked sound comes from your throat at the invasion, but it’s quickly quieted by Ethan’s tip poking the back of your throat. Your hands become useless as he draws his hips back before snapping them forward again.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Ethan groans out lowly, his eyes clenched in pleasure. He continues the rhythm of drawing out and snapping forward, getting faster and faster.
Your hands brace on his thighs, not being able to push him away from the strength and consistency of his strokes. Tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes at the inability to fully breathe, causing your mascara to puddle with them.
Ethan looks down at you on your knees with mascara dripping down your tinted cheeks. His hand comes to cradle the back of your head again, giving you false hope that he would slow down. Instead, he just snaps his hips harder and fucks your mouth meaner.
Ethan’s voice drops low and takes on an edgy tone as he tsks down at you like a disappointed teacher, “C’mon, baby, breathe through your nose. You know better.”
His cock continues to abuse your throat as it goes deeper and hits spots that have you gagging around him. You can feel the way a prominent vein on the underside of him begins to pulse, telling you how close he is. But it’s more the way that Ethan begins mumbling to himself incomprehensible pleadings that sound like a prayer.
“Fuck, gonna-gonna cum down your stu-stupid fucking throat.” Ethan’s stammered and breathy words seem familiar, but the meanness of them is new. And so fucking hot.
You try to meet his sloppy snaps, taking him deeper in your throat, and dig your nails into his thighs to stop yourself from gagging too hard.
You hear Ethan’s groan turn into a whimper and feel his hand move from the back of your head to your cheek. Meeting his glassy eyes with yours, Ethan pinches the apple of your cheek to make you wince.
“Should I be…be nice and cum on your face?” Ethan rhetorically asks in a low tone, only stammering through pleasure once. “Or should I force it down your throat?”
You can’t speak with his cock fucking against your tongue, and Ethan chuckles darkly at that. Your desperate eyes begging him to cum on your face instead, but he just shakes his head slowly.
“Be a good girl and use your words,” he grunts out, hips speeding up sloppily as he gets to the edge. “Otherwise I’ll decide for you.”
Trying to pull off his cock to speak, Ethan stops you by pushing your head down his length. His hands grip the back of your head to keep you in place, your nose hitting his pelvic bone from how close he’s pushing. You can’t help gagging on his large length with how deep it is, your throat struggling to make room for him that far.
“Huh?” Ethan hums cockily from above. “Not gonna say anything?”
Tears stream faster down your face, officially ruining whatever dignity you had before this moment. His twists a chunk of your hair into one of his fists to free his other hand. You wait for him to do something you’ve only seen in porn like smack you or spit on your face and call you a cumslut. But he caresses your cheek with care.
This causes you to look up at him with a glint of confusion. His gaze had stayed the same as earlier, lustful and desperate, but now his brows are uncinched and upturned as he looks down at you.
“Good girl,” I whispers breathily as his hand continues to stroke your cheek. Your throat begins to relax around his length being so far down your throat, making everything feel calmer and more intimate.
Ethan’s eyes close gently as his breathing gets uneven. His voice is still breathy and low as he mumbles to you, “Gonna pull out and cum on your face.”
And without giving you much time to prep, he pulls you back with his fisted hand in your hair. With your throat free from his length, you gasp in air like you’ve been without it for years. Your head is tugged up to look at him more straightforward as his free hand moves to his cock to pump himself fast and desperately.
“Say thank you,” Ethan moans out desperately, his thigh shaking as he gets closer. You blink up at him confused, wondering why. His hand tugs your hair a little to egg you on. “Say thank you for fucking your throat.”
You inhale deeply before nodding, finally getting that he needs this to cum. Ethan takes a shaky step closer, the tip of his cock brushing against your cheek for a second as you hoarsely chant out ‘thank you’s and his name.
Ethan finally spills his cum over your face, most landing on your cheek, as you begin to cry through your words of thanks. His hand loosens on the back of your head as he paints you with his release, the sticky globs making you flinch.
Your shaky cries tame as Ethan’s release washes through and he moves to his knees in front of you. His hands move to cradle your face carefully and delicately, like he was afraid if he was any stronger with it you might break.
“Shh shh shh,” he whispers quietly, pressing a caring kiss against your sticky cum and makeup covered cheek. “You’re okay, baby. You did so good.”
You lean against his touch as your cries transition down to hiccups and sniffles. Finally opening your eyes, you see Ethan with a small calm smile on his lips.
“There she is,” He whispers in the quiet room.
Bringing your hand to wipe tears, you grimace at the mix of things on your face. He chuckles a little at your reaction, moving to stand up and grab his shirt before kneeling back in front of you and beginning to carefully wipe off the mix of tears, cum, and makeup staining your skin.
He notices your unwavering eye contact as he cleans you off, feeling a little nervous now that you were both seemingly coming down from the moment.
As Ethan gets the last bit of cum off your face, he leans back and looks at you with a timid look. He clears his throat quietly before asking, “Are you okay?”
Your eyes soften as he asks, causing him to feel some relief in the situation. Nodding slowly, you try to speak clearly, but can’t with how abused your throat is, “I wasn’t, uh, expecting that from you.”
He huffs out an air of laughter, rolling his lips together before mumbling, “Sorry, uh, yeah. Wasn’t really expecting it either.”
You reach forward to take Ethan’s free hand- the one that didn’t jerk himself off -and begin to play with his fingers to calm yourself down.
“How do’ya feel?” Ethan whispers, looking down at his hand as you play with it. He notices your shaky fingers and looks back up at you.
“Can we cuddle?” You mumble timidly, not meeting his gaze.
Ethan’s eyes flicker with amusement and understanding at your hidden plea for aftercare. He nods, his curly hair moving with it, and whispers, “My place? We can even stop somewhere and get some food too.”
Looking up at him with a nod, Ethan helps you to your shaky feet. Being on your knees for so long really did something to you. Realizing you won’t be able to walk fast enough to not be suspicious, Ethan carefully picks you up like a princess.
He begins to walk towards your car, having you pull your keys out, and helps you into the passenger seat. Slipping into the drivers side, Ethan pulls away from the party.
Once you get some drive-thru food in your system, you begin to feel more like yourself. Ethan notices this, causing him to smile a little. The drive to his place is comfortable and quiet…until you pipe up like your normal self.
(mob boss voice) so here's the deal, see. you's gonna go home and get a gooood night's sleep, see? and you's gonna have sweet dreams and a reaaal nice rest. reaaal nice. max here will tuck you in *i motion to the thuggish goon behind me and he approaches you with a warm glass of milk held gingerly in his enormous hand*
🍒 little sneak peak into a mixed smau series that i want to start ! lil sweetheart!reader x s3!rafe with some teen pregnancy? not endorsing it, but it’s for the angst and the plot !
💋 interact with this post to let me know if you’d be interested in reading this !!!
💄 angst, pregnancy, possessive!rafe, jealousy, suspected cheating, gooddad!rafe, kook!reader, some toxic!rafe, steamy but no smut (unless..?), craves motherly love! rafe, etc.,
reminder that cai is not real, the characters are not real, your relationships are not real! be wary and keep an eye on your own screentime. don’t blindly use the app for unhealthily long stretches of time. mentally check yourself! don’t get sucked in. its a fun, self-indulgent app, but that is all it is. it can do more harm than good. unlike cai, you’re real, with real relationships and real people that care about you. please take care of yourselves!
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
summary: ethan and reader being caught encourages a new bucket list item being checked off
warnings: smut!, fmm!threesome, dirty talking, t!tplay, fingering, exhibition?, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), double penetration, overstimulation, a second of mxm, anal, handjob, squirting
MDNI!!!
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Studying with Ethan was quite useless when it came to Econ. He was a smart guy, but there was not a thing that he could comprehend in that class. That's why Ethan was lucky he had you in that class also. These two factors led to the two of you hanging out often, becoming more comfortable with each other, and more familiar with each other.
The familiarity between you two didn't just end as classmates and friends, but it led to a few more than a few hookups. No one knew of these hookups and you both wanted to keep it that way. It was just easier to not tell your friends.
However, keeping it from your friends also made it harder to hook up without being caught or having your friends question why you two disappeared randomly. That's why you and Ethan were so quick to skip Econ today, knowing that Chad would be out of Ethan's dorm.
It had been at least two weeks since you and Ethan had hooked up last, and you were feeling it. Maybe that's why both of your kisses were so sloppy and desperate. Ethan's mouth was working hard against yours as you both sat on his dorm bed. His hands were gripping your hips, pulling you closer and closer onto his lap.
Ethan lets out a low noise as you bite his bottom lip gently. His breath hitches as your fingers pull at his hair, sending tingles down his spine. You were both too enraptured in each other's mouths to notice the door knob into the dorm jiggle and open.
"What the fuck?" Chad's voice sends you and Ethan far apart from each other. Ethan flew so far that he fell off his bed and plopped onto the floor. Chad's eyes follow his roommate before trailing onto you. "What the fuck is this, and how desperate are you to go for Ethan?"
Ethan scoffs from the floor, "She actually made the first move, dick."
Chad's eyebrows raise as he looks to you for confirmation, which you nod to quickly.
While Chad and Ethan squabble about your hookups, you find yourself rubbing your thighs together to suppress your wetness. The two guys' argument trails off and you look at both of them expectantly. What you find is both Ethan and Chad staring at your thighs...which are bare. You forgot how you had eagerly discarded your pants in hopes of being put to work on top of Ethan.
"Were you guys going to fuck?" Chad asks, his finger pointed between the two of you. "I don't like this."
His confession threw you and Ethan for a loop. Ethan frowns, his brow raising at Chad's boldness. "Don't like what?"
Chad groans, rubbing a hand down his face, "I don't like how quickly you were ready to throw your virginity at her."
You giggle softly, bringing Chad's attention back to you. "That happened a long time ago, Chad."
"Oh my god, her voodoo seduction powers got you already? Jesus fuck," Chad groans out.
Ethan snorts and teases Chad, "Voodoo seduction powers? She's just hot, dude. You're just jealous, buddy."
Chad rolls his eyes at Ethan's accusation. Your eyes dart between the two of them, wondering how long this will last until you get what you want from Ethan.
You were getting impatient, "Okay, can we figure this out quickly? I would like to be fucked soon and I don't care how at this point."
Chad chokes on his own air and his eyes bulge. "Are you talking about a threesome?"
The room goes quiet.
You hadn't initially intended for this to become a threesome, but the way that Ethan's eyes fluttered as he thought about having a threesome helped you decide on it.
"I mean, it is on my bucket list," You shrug, looking between the two of them. Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips and you see both of their eyes dart their gaze to them. "And I don't hate the idea of being filled."
Chad's eyes widen, he looks at you with hungry eyes but a blank face. His roommate launches forward at you, his mouth attaching to your neck. A surprised moan escapes your mouth and your eyes connect to Chad's.
"Join us, Chad," you moan as Ethan sucks a sweet spot on your neck. His teeth scraped against the column of your throat. "Please..."
Your begging was all it took for Chad to move forward and kiss your lips as Ethan worked further down your neck. The two worked their lips on you, their hands following soon. Ethan's hands moved upwards to grope your chest above your shirt, squeezing and kneading the soft tissue.
"Such pretty tits," Ethan says softly, his lips kissing over your shirt. You arch your back so he has more space to do as he pleases. "God, I dream about your tits. Have you dreamt about this, Chad?"
Chad's hands wrap around your throat while he retreats from your mouth, "I've definitely thought about you more than a few times while jerking off. Had to get one off at Halloween with that fucking costume you wore."
You remember that night...it was actually the night that you and Ethan first hooked up. Your Halloween costume set Ethan off in a way that made him confess his sexual desires towards you. Who knew it would lead to this?
Ethan groans at Chad's comment, "I regret tearing that off you, baby. Wish you could wear it more."
Their hands continue to explore your body, gripping your body and smoothing across your skin. Your moans echo through the dorm room and encourage the boys to go further.
Ethan's hands pull at the bottom of your shirt until it's over your head. His eyes narrow in on your chest, Chad's doing the same. The former's hands attach to your boob and knead it carefully. It was as if he was waiting for it to explode.
"You should stop wearing shirts, baby," Chad groans, his lips going back to yours in a deep, lustful kiss. Ethan's mouth joins his mission with his hand at playing with your tits. "It would make the world a better place."
"But only we can touch," Ethan butts in before his teeth latch onto the fleshy part of your chest. Your back arches into his movements again, making Chad's mouth retreat from yours.
Chad moves his hand down your body, hovering over your hot core. He waits for a nod from you to place his fingertips against your clothed clit. Your body jolts from the contact and a desperate moan escapes your mouth. His fingers massage your clit in soft circles, giving you enough pleasure to almost cry.
Ethan unclasps your bra, taking away another layer hiding your intimate parts. His fingers roll one of your nipples tightly and his tongue licks a stripe up your neck.
The mixture of the two men stimulating you causes an orgasm to come embarrassingly quick. Your moans grow louder and your body jerks to their movements.
"You gonna cum, baby?" Ethan teases you, his fingers leaving your nipples. His fingers move your panties to the side and play with your hole. "Cum on my fingers. Show us how much you like it when we play with you."
Ethan's fingers penetrate your tight hole, pushing his fingers so deep that you can feel the single silver ring on his hand enter you. The amount of attention that Chad and Ethan are giving your cunt sends you over the edge. Your hands grasp Chad's wrist to stop his massage of your clit, but he doesn't stop.
"Chad, please!" You cry out, writhing from the stimulation. Ethan laughs at your overstimulation and quickens the pace at which he fingers you. "Fuck...Ethan, oh my god!"
If anyone were to listen to their door right now, they would be able to figure out pretty quickly what was going on. However, you weren't totally against the idea of it.
Chad's fingers leave your clit and move upwards towards your nipples. His one hand plays with your bud while his mouth tongues at the other.
Ethan watches your face contort with moans and pleasure as his fingers reach your G-spot. You hold his gaze over Chad's head and watch as his lust-filled eyes don't stray from yours as he moves his face to your cunt. His tongue darts out and flattens against your used clit.
Your hips jolt towards Ethan's face eagerly. He chuckles darkly at your reaction and continues to devour you all of you. His fingers continue working in and out of your cunt, pulling you to another orgasm that builds up.
"Eth, baby..." Your moan is loud as he hits a particularly deep part of you. Your hand reaches for his curly hair and tugs on some strands. "Baby, I'm gonna cum."
Your whines drive both men crazy.
"Cum on his fingers again, come on," Chad eggs you on, removing himself from your chest and reaching down to remove his own shirt. Your fingernails scratch against Ethan's scalp and your other hand moves to drag across Chad's obvious bulge.
You see the hunger in Ethan's eyes as he sucks on your clit, and he sees yours roll to the back of your head as he makes you orgasm for a second time. He whimpers loudly as you pull him off your cunt and up to your lips.
"Chad," you draw out, pulling from Ethan's lips. You look at the expectant man and reach for his hand. "Don't you deserve to taste me from Ethan's mouth?"
The two men hesitate until Chad makes the first move forward to meet Ethan's lips in a kiss. Ethan's tongue enters Chad's mouth and shares the taste of your cunt onto his friend's tongue. They pull apart and Chad leans to you for a kiss as well.
"You taste so good, ma," Chad groans out as he reaches down to unzip his jeans. He stands and drops them to the floor and removes his boxers. His cock springs out and slaps his stomach from how hard it is. "Wanna feel your lips on my cock."
You bit your lip and smiled at Chad with heavy eyes. Tucking your legs under you, your hand grasps Chad's girthy cock and you bring your tongue to lick up his cock to the tip. He shudders above you from the sensation and slides your hair to the side in a makeshift ponytail.
From behind, Ethan grasps your tits in both hands. You can feel his erection pressing to your back. You let your free hand maneuver behind you to rub against Ethan's boner. He takes his hands off you and he works to remove his sweatpants and briefs. You hear Ethan spit into his hand and stroke himself before guiding your hand to his member.
Ethan's hands continue to manhandle your tits as you work his cock in your hand and Chad's cock in your mouth. The three of you are a mess of moans, groans, and grunts as you bring the two to the brink of cumming all over you.
You can feel Ethan's hot breaths on your neck as he whispers the dirtiest things to you. "You just love all this attention, don't you, baby." "You gonna let Chad cum all over your face? Gonna let him paint you like I do?" "Should keep you busy like this more often."
Chad starts to groan from above you, and you can feel his dick pulsing in your mouth as your tongue works on his tip, flicking back and forth. His hands begin to pull your head further down onto his cock. He pulls you so far that you begin to gag on the girth taking up your airway.
Ethan gently pushes his friend's hips away from you and shakes his head, "Don't force that, man."
Your breathing is more of a pant with saliva dripping from your chin. Everything about you right now made you feel like a slut...but that wasn't exactly a bad thing in this matter.
You stop stroking Ethan and turn to face him. Your seductive gaze explores his face as you lay on your back and look up at the two of them. Your tits were on full display, and you slowly slide your ruined panties off your body.
You massage your own breasts as Chad and Ethan stroke themselves. A smirk graces your face as you instruct the two men, "Ethan, I want you to fuck me. Let me suck your cock some more, Chad."
"Condom or no condom?" Ethan asks, moving to reach for a box under his bed. You shake your head, "I'm clean, I know you're clean. Chad?"
"I'll wear one if I fuck you," Chad shrugs, bringing his cock closer to your mouth. "Now, tongue out baby. I'm not gonna last long."
You giggle at his words, "Last long enough to finish inside me."
Chad groans loudly and slides his cock into your mouth again. Your glossy eyes watch him and his hips move faster as he sees tears swell in your eyes.
Ethan uses the tip of his cock to spread your wetness around as lube for him to enter you. He places a hand on your bare hip to prepare you for him, and you tap on Chad's thigh to remove himself from your mouth.
You sit up partially to watch Ethan slide into you slowly, his long cock only halfway in when you feel like it can't go any further. Your mouth opens with an 'o' shape and you squeeze your eyes shut from the tightness of his cock inside your hole.
"Eth...Ethan, fuck," You gasp out, one hand gripping the back of Chad's thigh to anchor you. The man entering your pussy leans forward to capture your mouth in a searing kiss and then smirks as he quickly bottoms out in you. You scream at the quick feeling of being filled, "Oh my god! Uhn, Eth, so...so fucking big."
You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words as they stroke his ego. Chad watches the two of you intently, Ethan notices and inquires with his friend, "Come on, Chad. I'll flip her and you can take her from behind."
You nod your head, urging Chad to grab a condom and slip it on. Ethan peppers kisses over your body while you adjust to his length. He rolls you two over so he is on the bottom and you're on him from the top.
"Ride me for a little," Ethan instructs you. His hands hold your hips as he helps you bounce on his long cock. His eyes remain trained on your face as it changes with the pleasure you receive from riding him. Ethan softly whispers words of encouragement as you do your best to ride him better than ever before. "Doing so good, baby. Keep riding my cock. Yeah...just like that. Such a good girl."
His words only fuel your wetness and make your walls constrict around his cock. When you are oh so close to cumming, you feel Chad press on your lower back to lean forward. You whine softly at the loss of movement but do as he wishes. Ethan's cock is pulled out of your pussy so that Chad can use some of your wetness as lube for anal.
"Ok, ma, I'll go slow," Chad whispers, leaning to your ear. You feel his tip protrude into your even tighter hole and gasp as you feel him start to enter further in. "Come on, relax for me, ma."
Ethan's fingers trace along your bare back as he stares admiringly at your face. His brown eyes look emotionless but hold so much desire that you can't do anything but relax.
As his cock enters you further and further, you can hear Chad start to grunt at the feeling of your ass. His fingers dig harshly into the fleshy part and he slowly begins to thrust in and out of it.
The man on bottom guides his cock back into your pussy, and the two men slowly thrust in and out of you. None of you have felt a pleasure like this before. Everything was tight, hot, and wet.
"We aren't gonna last long, are we?" Chad strains out, his breathing coming out as pants.
Ethan chuckles airlessly and shakes his head. "I'm so fucking close."
Whines and soft cries emit your mouth as the feeling of two cocks fucking you hits. You're so full. Everything feels so much more sensitive and you have no idea if you'll be able to last a minute longer.
Ethan's lips kiss at your neck, and his fingers travel down to your clit. His wet lips trail to your ear as he whispers, "You're doing so fucking well, baby. Gonna make us cum so hard."
The mixture of it all Ethan's hands, cock, words, and Chad's cock -encourages your third orgasm of the night to hit you like a bullet train. Your scream of pleasure can definitely be heard by neighbors, but you can't even think of it being humiliating at this moment. Hell, you can't even think about anything other than the two men inside of you and Ethan's hand still working you through your orgasm.
Tears slide down your cheek as it all begins to feel like too much as the two continue fucking into your holes. Chad's cock slamming into you makes the sound of ass against his hips echo loudly, and Ethan's wet dick claps against your cunt.
"Come on, ma, just a little longer," Chad grunts out, slamming harder and harder into you. His thrusts become messy and soon still as he fills the condom with his cum. "Just like that."
Chad pulls out of you, but Ethan continues fucking your cunt. His thrusts are becoming faster, and his whimpers becoming louder. Ethan's thick fingers continue toying with your clit, even as you whine about how there's too much pressure.
"I want you to milk my cock, baby," Ethan's words were dominant, but his whiney voice made it sound more like a plea. "Not gonna stop until you're full of my fucking cum."
"Eth, it's so much-" Your words are cut off by a strong fluid coming from your cunt. Your squirt makes Ethan's eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.
His thrusts become impossibly harder until you can feel his cum being spread against your walls. The mixture of his cum, your cum, and your squirt sits between the two of you. His thrusts come to a stop, and you can't do anything but slump against his chest.
Ethan's chest heaves with heavy breathing and his hands play with the strands of your hair. He presses sweet kisses against your forehead, and wipes smudged mascara from under your eye. "You did so good, sweetheart. So good."
A weak thank you slips from your mouth and Ethan chuckles. You can hear Chad come from the bathroom with what you're assuming is a towel. He wipes the sweat off your forehead and then helps ease you off of Ethan. The two men wipe the mixture of cum off of you and off of Ethan.
"You want some water?" Chad asks you, moving a strand of hair from your face. You nod softly and watch as the other boy goes to the hallway to fill up a water bottle.
Ethan pulls you back onto his chest and you snuggle closer to him. You two always laid together after fucking, it was a ritual at this point. His chest inflates with a heavy sigh before asking you quietly, "What did you think of your first threesome? Excited to cross it off that list of yours?"
You chuckle softly, almost dazingly. "It was good..."
"Just good?" Ethan asks, running his fingers up and down the side of your torso.
You nod, "Don't tell Chad, but I like one-on-one hookups a little more."
"Hate to break it to you," Ethan whispers back to you. "But this was me trying to share, and I didn't like it. Think we're gonna have to stick with each other."
"I can get behind that."
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