Not Just A Girl - A Jason Sudeikis Fanfic by @believesthings
OG Summary: Youâre a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.
OG A/N: In the interest of full disclosure, the series is going to get dark. I promise I will give fair warning when those chapters come up. For now, weâre just setting it all up.
Founder Note: For those confused, this is not my story, it is a story that was created by @believesthings that I just wanted to organise into a Masterlist so it'll be easier for people to find instead of scrolling through. So please respect both me and the original author and also shoutout to @believesthings for creating this story and series...
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: Youâre a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after youâve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.Â
Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.Â
a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!
As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.Â
You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."Â
She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.
Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.
The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.Â
You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.Â
Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.
He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.
Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"
âMhm,â you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, âIt comes and goes..âÂ
Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.
He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.
 You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.Â
Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.
"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.
You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.Â
Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.
He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âUh,â you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. âNo, Iâm not quite sure..â your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."
âI guess Iâm just,â you try to come up with an excuse. âI just have a lot of things going on, huh?â you grin up at him stiffly.Â
The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."
He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."
âOh..â you lick your lip, âI guess Iâm just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains arenât a good sign..â your gaze falls to the tiled floor.Â
Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."
âWhat.. what do you mean?â your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.Â
Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.
"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."
You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. âOh?âÂ
Carlisleâs gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.
He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"
You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. âLike what? Doctor Cullen?â you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.Â
Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.
He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."Â
âI don't-â you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. âI don't think I know what you meanâŚâ your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.Â
Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.
"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."
You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.Â
His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."
âDoctor..â you start, voice soft and full of desperation.Â
Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.
"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."
âI..â your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. âIâve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.â you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.Â
Carlisleâs eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.
"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."
He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"
âI want you to touch me..â you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.
"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."
You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisleâs hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.
You shiver at his cold skin against you, âDoctor,â you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullenâs lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.
âTell me, princess,â he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. âWhere do you want my hands? Youâve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, havenât you? Nowâs your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.â
âI want you to,â you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. âTouch me, here, between my legs..â you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.
âIs that so?â he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. âAnd how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?â he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.
You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.
He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
âYes..â you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.
"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.Â
âPlease⌠stop teasing me..â you whine, desperate for his touch.Â
Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.Â
"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.Â
"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.
You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"
With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.Â
His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"
Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.
Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."Â
He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.
You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."
Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.Â
Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.Â
The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.Â
The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.Â
You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.
Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.Â
His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.Â
He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.Â
The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.
Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. âYou're quite the picture, princess,â he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. âYou know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,â he says, his voice deceptively casual
You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.
"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.
âYouâre such a tease,â you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisleâs smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. âBut what about you Doctor?â your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.Â
Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.
"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.
âWho will take care of you?â you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisleâs hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.Â
He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"
You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullenâs eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.
"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."Â
You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.Â
His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.Â
The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.Â
His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.Â
The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.Â
Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.Â
The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.Â
The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.
 You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.
Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.Â
His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.Â
His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.Â
"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.Â
He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. âYou're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. âTaking advantage of my good nature like that.â
He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. âBut I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,â he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.
âThen maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,â you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.Â
"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullenâs gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.
He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,â he murmurs.
You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.
You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. âDoctor..â you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.
"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.
âI want..â you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. âYour hand wasn't enough⌠I need more of you..â your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.Â
Carlisleâs breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.
"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.
âPlease doctor?â the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.
"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.â
âI want you to fuck me, please..â you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisleâs eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"
With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.Â
You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.Â
You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.Â
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.Â
The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.
As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.Â
Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.Â
His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.Â
The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.Â
"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.Â
His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.Â
"Iâll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.
Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.Â
And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.Â
You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.Â
You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.Â
You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.Â
You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.Â
You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.
âYou can let go now.â he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.Â
The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.Â
His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.Â
As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.Â
You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.Â
The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.
In your hand was quarters you had collected from your cardigan. You stuck your hand out with the coins but the bus driver shook their head. You smiled a bit in appreciation before heading to a seat. You couldn't believe your luck.
Flopping down, you stick in your headphones. You watch the trees fleet by as you hold onto the wooden art piece that you spent all night making.
Forks Hospital was paying you a decent penny to make a piece, something colorful, something vibrant. You could do it in your sleep.
You paused your music before stuffing your wired headphones in your pocket.
Walking in, it was somewhat packed. You were just glad nothing was wrong with you enough to have to deal with the people, the nurses, the germs.
The hallway was bright. The employer who sought you out for your service had given you their office room number.
You follow the signs to the elevator. Three of them, they talked closely. Hushed. Father and his two children. The father had a hospital coat on, you assumed to be a doctor at the hospital. A son and a daughter. One with a head full of bronze hair and one with striking blonde hair. You walk past them.
Something hit your nose. Better than any perfume or air freshener. It was light but enough for you to want to chase the smell. It made you swivel your head. It felt like slow motion as you walked past. All three of them stared at you. Their eyes were intense but gorgeous. Topaz. The perfect shade. They wouldn't look away. They refused to. They followed your steps. They looked to be models that someone had cut out of a magazine. You felt small under their gaze. You whip your head back around with your beating heart. You grip your piece.
Walking faster to the elevators, you reach it. You slowly turn around to still seeing the bronze haired boy still staring at you with a turned head in the distance. The father was walking away with the blonde stalling her steps, peaking looks at you as well.
You turn your head back around as you press the elevator button. You thanked the universe as the elevator doors open. You walk in, not looking up from the floor to see if eyes were still on you. You could feel it. The door clinks closed and you start to go up.
"Wow. Wow, wow, wow."
You smile.
They liked it.
They slid you a check.
"Thank so much." you wave.
"No, thank you."
You return their smile.
You didn't see the golden eyed people as you were leaving, but it was weird. You could still feel their presence as you walked past the now empty spot where they were previously huddled in.
You spent your time that night, sketching the golden eyes at your desk. Youâve never seen someone in real life with those eyes.
You hoped to see them again.
You didnât know why, but you just did. The color stood out to you.
A sharp tap on your shoulder startled you out of you coloring in the sharp eyes. You had finished the assigned history assignment, already turned it in. People were free to do what they please if they did finish.
You look up, annoyed.
âYou do this?â A hand held up a paper.
It was Paul Lahote. People either avoided him or hovered him in La Push period. He was the definition of knowing everyone.
You look back down and protectively hovered over your sketchbook.
âNo.â
You did do it, but you didnât do it for other people to copy off of. It seemed thatâs the only time he ever made an effort to talk to you. Just another handsome face.
He walked off, asking someone else. You watched as they grab for his paper, eagerly telling him they will do it for him. It was clear they wanted him to like them.
After school, you see your best friend of many years, Kim, at your locker.
âHey.â
âIâm going to the library. You coming?â She asks.
You nod.
You both go to the one in Port Angeles. La Push barely had good options, probably due to the low funding.
âI saw Jared today in Stats and oh-em-gee.â She almost squealed as you two walk.
âYeah?â You ask. She gushed on and on about what he wore, how he smelled, and how he looked at her for a quick second.
You both enter the library after you hold the door open for her.
Everything that she saying was muffled and tuned out. The bronze haired boy from the hospital was right in your eyesight but with a girl.
She wasnât the blonde one like you saw, in fact, her hair was a deep black. It was cropped short and pointing in every direction. It was insanely effortlessly cool.
Her eyes flickered to yours. They were soft but focused. She softly smiled. You shift your eyes to the boy. He was already staring at you.
You both held eye contact. Sharp. It seemed like time stopped. You and him breathed the same air. It felt like what home could feel like.
âY/N.â
âWhat?â You say to Kim in a dazed expression when you finally look at her.
âI said are you getting a book? Iâm about to look around.â She repeats as she nudges you for not paying attention, totally oblivious to the boy in the distance whoâs gaze seemed to burn your skin.
âOh. Um,â you trail off, peaking at the the boy near the shelves of books, he was still there, reading the back of a book. The dark haired girl walks off in an aisle.
You just follow Kim as she begins to walk.
You held your breath as you walked past the shelves. Your heart was beating violently in your ears.
Picking up a book deemed interesting, you kept your focus on it.
The book slipped out of your hand as you were trying to put it back on the shelf. You bend down and reach with trembling hands but a cool hand was touching yours as the girl was grabbing it.
You eyed her in front of you, when she was just in the aisles behind you before you dropped your book. She was small with pixie like features and had the grace of a dancer.
âThanks.â You just say. Up close, she gave off a warm demeanor despite her sharp features.
She only looks at you with a smile and nods. She looks at you with deep recognition.
You tug but she didnât let go. She lets go as if she was snapped out of a daze.
A bright bling of a smile hit your eyes.
âSorry.â
âItâs alright.â You whispered. You cursed yourself for being so nervous. Her voice sounded like an instrument, like chimes.
âI know you.â She blurted out as you were walking away again.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you look at her.
âYou do?â
âWellâŚIâve seen you beforeâŚItâs what I meantâŚ..Y/N.â she says your name as if she was getting familiarized with it.
âOh. From where?â You ask softly.
âYour art, silly.â
âOh.â You mentally palmed yourself, âRight.â You nervously smiled. Her smile was radiant.
âWhere do you go to school?â
You look back up at her.
âLa Push.â
âWhat grade?â
âMy last year. You?â
âSecond to last.â
âOh. What school? Forks?â
She nods.
âI want a piece from you.â
âOh. Okay.â you nervously smiled.
She tells you itâs a present for her mother.
âShe likes London a lot. A landscape painting is what Iâm thinking. Have you been?â She asks as she skips next to you.
âNever, I wish. Iâve never been outside of Washington.â You admit. She gasps and touches your arm. You could feel her cool soft grip through your jacket.
âMaybe-â she starts but gets cut off by a different voice.
âAlice.â
You jump a bit from being startled. There stood the bronze boy, you take this moment to get a quick look at him. His clothes looked soft, the fabric was clearly stitched with quality. Lean but muscular. Up close, his nature was slightly intimidating. He had the face of a Greek god. The voice was deep and velvety soft. Your stomach churned with excitement.
âWe have to go.â He speaks again. He looked too hard at the girl at your side, almost as if he refused to look at you. You look to her, not trying to care too much about his presence.
âYour name is Alice.â You nod to her, letting her know that you caught her name. She smiles in such gratification that it made your own mouth twitch and she touches your arm.
âIâll see you later, Y/N.â
She skips off with him. You watch as he walked away, impossibly graceful.
You forgot to ask her how she knew your name. You scribble your name on your canvases on purpose, it was your thing to make sure no one ever copies it, you figured no way anyone could ever read it with such accuracy.
You turn to find Kim. She was walking out of a book aisle with three books stacked in her arms. She turned her head and made her way towards you.
âIâm heading to the counter.â
âSame.â You say.
That night, you rushed through homework. You were determined to research about London. Observations kept coming to your head. They seemed like a poised family. If the mother loves London, you figured that she would be very keen on a painting.
Setting your canvas up, you under paint to cover the entire canvas. All your mind kept thinking about was the bronze boy. You didnât know his name. Alice. You wondered what their dynamic was. Were they dating? Were they siblings? Why did you care?
You shake your head a bit to clear your thoughts as you scour deeply through different landscapes of London. Something that would make her be proud of her daughterâs gift.
Acknowledgement was adjacent to none with your parents. Also gone. You were home a lot by yourself. Art kept you sane, leaving you with something to do. Hours turned into years of experience, sharpening your craft.
Independence was what they famously compliment you for. In other words, thank you for staying out of the way.
The reference, a timeless photo was glowing from your laptop as you made sure to blend the accurate colors.
Looking at the time, it was late, but you didnât care. You were satisfied with your work but you were scared more than anything, which is why you fought to make it perfect.
You poured varnish over it the next morning before leaving for school.
You square your shoulders as you carry your large but shiny painting through the library.
You felt embarrassed that common sense seemed to leave you. You didnât know if she would be at the library. You had no idea. You hoped for delusions to come true, that she would be at the library.
Before you could search the environment, Aliceâs pearly whites were dazzling in your face and you actually step back a bit.
âY/N, you came!â She exclaimed and looked right at your hands.
âYeah,â you nervously chuckle, âUm. I didnât know how I shouldâve done this but I came here.â
âYeah. Of course,â she replied. You extend the painting as she gracefully took it from your hands and held it up. She let out a high, pleasant sound. It sounded like a musical note.
âWow! This is amazing! Thank you so much!â She quickly sets it down on the nearby table. She hugs you so tight, her small figure almost lift you off your feet as you actually was tickled with amusement.
She pulls back and stares into your eyes with friendliness that made you feel fuzzy inside. Acceptance.
âYou should come over. See Esmeâs reaction.â
âOh. Okay. Only ifâŚShe wouldnât mind.â You say as you noted how she called her mother by first name.
âShe will love it!â She says confidently and you couldnât help but to be at ease.
She takes the painting in one hand, something you couldnât even do, and tugs you under your elbow.
Guiding you to her vehicle, your jaw dropped at the shininess. You compliment it and she gushed out a cheerful thank you.
The car doors opened and you sit in it carefully. You were just in awe how a girl your age had such a luxurious vehicle.
With the painting snug in the backseat, she zoomed into the road.
The ride was comfortable. Her presence was comforting in a way. She was a really good driver. The drive was a bit long, it wounded deeper and deeper in the forest in Forks.
The trees abruptly left off, revealing a house that was timeless and probably over a hundred years old. It was painted soft, three stories tall, rectangular and well proportioned.
She climbed her house steps, painting already in hand, you couldnât help but take in the impressive architecture. Your steps were slow as the huge home was unique but impressive.
The heavy door opens easily as she pushed it open.
The inside was even more less predicting than the exterior. It was very bright, very open, and very large. Natural elegance.
The doctor. The one youâve seen from the hospital had greeted you with a friendly smile.
âCarlisle. Quite a pleasure meeting you.â You took his hand as he shook it.
âY/N. Nice to meet you.â You say politely.
The woman, a heart shaped face also sported a warm smile. They all had amazing teeth. They made you smile with ease you never knew you had.
âEsme. Itâs very nice to know you.â The woman speaks to you. The welcome was maternal, warm and sincere.
âYeah. Like wise.â You breathed out.
âFor you.â Alice extends excitedly.
Esmeâs hand palmed her chest as she peered at the picture that Alice held up.
âFor me? Oh my goodness, Alice. This is incredible.â She gushed. She holds her hands out and further examined the painting.
âItâs so beautiful. Look at it, Carlisle. Itâs London!â She smiled brightly. Carlisle was already smiling with great enthusiasm.
âWhoever made this painting is absolutely brilliant.â
âY/N, did.â Alice perked. Eyes went to you as you almost wanted to shrink from the attention. Carlisle now held the painting, Esme surprising you with a gentle hug.
âThank you.â
âOf course.â You speak.
âJasper.â Alice greets, which made you look. He slowly entered the room, staring at you with slight surprise. His shoulder relaxed from his previous tense state.
She holds onto his hand, looking at him with deep adoration.
So, this was her boyfriend.
âHow are you?â He greets.
âGood. Thanks for asking. How about you?â You politely replied. His shy smile was bright as well.
âLike wise.â He nods to you.
The blonde woman, the one from the hospital, had her arms crossed as she wasnât shy about observing you. She entered the room with a broad shouldered man. He was a walking power machine but with a girl like her, you expected no less. She was gorgeous. It almost hurt to look at her. You admired her beauty as she carried herself with such profound grace.
âRosalie. Emmett. Come look at the painting Y/N made!â Alice encouraged with a slight jump.
Carlisle was already hanging it on a nail.
âYeah. Itâs nice.â The blonde haired girl says stiffly.
âHey, it looks like a camera type of picture.â The muscular guy says as points at the hung picture with a dimpled smile.
âThanks.â You quietly say.
âDo you like it, Edward?â Alice asks.
You turn your head, following her eyes at the sound of the name.
There he was, the bronze haired boy was leaning against the entrance of the room. Distant but steady. He took his eyes from the painting, to you before looking to Alice.
âEvocative.â He just says before he trailed his eyes back to you, back to the painting.
You finally know his name.
âHe saw my talent.â You thought to yourself.
The family talked and mingled together. They gave you warm looks. It was different than the dynamic at home. There was a lot of peace that was spread throughout the home.
Alice wandered off with Jasper. Carlisle and Esme kept offering you things. You kept declining because you didnât feel that important of a guest.
You sat in the chair in the sitting room, near a window. They told you to help yourself to the television. It almost took over the wall. You peak through the glass at the tall forest trees. It felt secluded but safe. You decided to read instead, glad that you took your book.
The area you were in was getting quieter and quieter, leaving you with space.
Holding the book open, you let your eyes trail over the stylized pages. The interaction between the characters you were sucked into had you laughing under your breath as you were turning the page.
âWhat exactlyâŚis that?â
You look up. Shyness overcame you as the bronze haired boy was expecting an answer. Edward. His eyes didnât leave the book.
âScott Pilgrim.â You answered in a small voice.
âIs that an autobiographyâŚ? Who is he?â
You twitch your mouth with a slight smile as he was very serious. He finally looked at you.
âWaitâŚYou really donât know who this is?â You say with quiet disbelief.
âIs he from a movie or something? What is he known for?â
âIt was a book first, then they made it into a movie..â
He looked completely lost.
âHow old are you?â You finally ask. He didnât look old enough to be out of touch.
âSeventeen.â He answered too quickly.
You rise your eyebrows, âHow are you seventeen and never heard of Scott Pilgrim?â
He shrugged.
âWhatâs the synopsis?â
âUm..Guy meets girl. Guy has to defeat girlâs seven evil boyfriends.â
âSeven evil boyfriends.â He repeats with a soft smile to himself as he strides further into the room.
He sits on the arm of the couch that was in front of you.
âIs that whatâs popular now?â
âNoâŚThis came out in 2004.â You chuckled.
âOhâŚâ he trailed off as he looked down.
You stare at the colorful cover, not going back to reading just in case he said something else. Instead, Alice bounces into the room, moving towards you.
âAre you okay?â She checks on you.
âYeah, Iâm okay. I should get going, though. The last bus to La Push comes in fifteen minutes.â You stand up.
âI can drive you to the bus stop if youâd like.â Alice offered. You didnât know your way out.
âThank you.â You smile.
Goodbyes from Esme and Carlisle werenât really goodbyes. It was more âsee you soonâs. Rosalie gave you a small wave before leaving out of the room. You wouldâve thought her demeanor wouldâve been cold by how she carried herself. You were relieved you didnât have to deal with any friction. Emmett gave you a warm smile. Edward, he just watched. He didnât say anything.
Jasper rode with you and Alice. You got to have an idea of what he was like. The air felt warmer and easier. He was a bit shy but he was a gentleman. It was clear that both Alice and Jasper were made for each other.
âThanks for the ride.â
âAnytime.â Alice smiled.
âHope to see you again.â Jasper spoke out. It was genuine, nothing fishy. You give them both a warm smile.
You helped Kim with math at the library the next day after school. She didnât have to take it for her last year but she took AP Stats after finding out that her longtime crush Jared, was taking it to make up his lost credits.
âWhy the hell did you even take this class?â You muttered to her. She was frustrated.
âThis is math but possessed.â She groaned as she pressed her temples. You rolled your eyes as you look at the worksheet.
âIf the margin error is 3.2% and the sample size is increasing, shouldnât the interval shrink?â You mused.
âI donât know, Y/N. I just circled C.â She admits in defeat. You snort.
The smell. The familiar smell that made your soul sing, hit your nose and it seemed like Kim didnât notice it as she was glued to squinting at the worksheet.
âThe answerâs A actually. The margin of error decreases because the sample size is inversely related to the standard deviation.â The voice spoke out. You look up, he was close but still had respectful distance.
âThanks.â Kim says with a satisfied laugh as she erases her answer and quickly circles the new answer.
Edward was standing close behind your chair, he nodded politely towards her and walks off. You watch his back until Kim scoots her chair back.
Kim wandered off for another book to swap. She didnât like the one she had checked out.
You wandered off deeper in the library, seeing a puzzle spread out, barely solved. You step to the large table, the tall library windows showcased the afternoon dim light.
The smell came stronger again. It never got old. Youâve never smelled anything like it and you wanted to desperately ask what detergent he used. It smelled too good to just be a regular type. You turn your head at the figure that was stretching their arm with a piece in hand.
âYou again.â You state somewhat playfully.
âIs that a complaint?â He asked intensely as he turned and looked dead at you with a golden gaze. It made you freeze.
âNo.â You answer in a meek voice.
He softly blinked before looking down and placed a piece in the correct place, as if heâs solved this puzzle before.
âArenât you coming back over my house?â He asked after a moment of silence.
You shake your head as you slightly looked at him in confusion.
âWhy?â He immediately asked.
âBecause I wasnât invited by anyoneâŚ?â You carefully replied.
âThen..I invite you to come over..To my house.â He slightly points a finger in your direction.
âWhat would we doâŚAt your house?â
âIâll make you tea and we walk after.â
âHow do you know if I like tea?â You stifle a smile. You ignored the jitters that smothered your body.
âWell,â he knitted his eyebrows before looking to the side a bit before back at you, âCoffee?â
âSorry itâs justâŚâ you couldnât help but nervously chuckle.
âWhat?â He softly asked. It was very tender, very sweet in your ears.
âI-itâs just itâs not common for guys my age to offer to makeâŚTea for a girlâŚ.It reminds me of those classic novels Iâve read before. Kind of like the olden days.â
He then huffed out his own light chuckle as he leans a hand on the table, causing him to be closer to you. You fought to focus.
âYeah. I can see that. Maybe, Iâm inspired.â
âI donât remember the directions to your house.â You realized.
âHmâŚâ he thinks off, you waited for him to give you his phone number but he speaks again, âWill you be here tomorrow after school? By yourself?â
You nod without thinking.
âOkay. Iâll be here.â
You nod again.
He turns around and walks away.
You almost had slapped yourself to snap out of it.
Staring at the puzzle pieces, your brain couldnât comprehend from right and wrong.
âYou look dazed,â you gasp in shock at Kimâs sudden voice, âWhat happened?â
âNothing..Nothing. I canât figure this puzzle out.â You say to regain your focus and let the puzzle piece drop from your fingers.
That night, you couldnât sleep. Your stomach was too excited, dinner was cut early as you ate alone. Watching television while eating wasnât distracting enough because all you kept thinking about how he talked to you, his smell, his invitation.
Instead of sleeping, you crack open your book. You had finished it that night. You love it. You couldnât wait to get the second book.
At school, you yawned as you couldnât sleep due to looking forward to what was waiting for you in Forks.
You thought looking at the time would go faster, it went slower. History, Paul came in late. He went straight to sleep. The teacher looked at him and sighed, not wanting to argue about waking him up.
The bell rung, people didnât want to wake him up. You thought about going over there and shaking him awake. The teacher beat you to it. They rapidly tapped his shoulder as he lifted his head, a line on his cheek.
âWhat?â He scowled at the teacher with bloodshot eyes.
âClass is over Mr. Lahote.â
You then turn and leave out of the classroom.
The dismissal bell had rung, you almost ran out of the school doors. Rushing home, you dropped your bag off.
You stepped off the bus in Port Angeles. You started walking the sidewalk to head to the library but a car pulled next to you, cruising. You look and the window rolled down and the familiar face, the face that was the reason for your excited stomach, was smiling.
âHi.â
âHi.â You smile back.
You both stared at each other. You both chuckled, matching each otherâs nervousness.
He gets out, opening the car door for you.
âI was going to the library.â You tell him.
âI figured butâŚâ he trailed off but never finished. He closed the door once you were sat and you were fastening your seatbelt.
You kept your hands in your lap.
âHow are you liking the rain?â He asked. The drops started splattering on his windshield as the windshield wipers slid back and forth.
âWeâre seriously talking about the weather?â You covered your smile with your hand.
âFineâŚ,â he says before letting silence overtake you both for a few moments, âAre you seeing someone?â He tried again.
You huffed out a small laugh as you shyly look at him.
âWhat if I said yes?â
He cleared his throat a bit but it sounded like a soft hum.
âI would ask about themâŚWhat are they like?â
âTheir name is art. They take up my time and they stain my fingers. But, I still love them. Theyâre my first love.â
He lifts his lip in amusement. You didnât ask the question, if he was seeing someone. You didnât want your feelings hurt if the answer came out to be yes.
âHow did you meet art?â
You lean back in your seat.
âWas just always there. I was a try hard at coloring.â
He leaks out a laugh. His smile was nice to look at. You stifle your own smile as you look at the windshield.
He pulled up to his home.
Your door is opened. You follow him. Greetings from the family floated out. You felt warm as you greet and return hugs.
A cup was pushed in your direction with neatly stacked sugar cubes as you stood in his large kitchen.
You slowly drank the tea. Every time you looked up, he was glancing at you. Feeling as though he was getting caught every time you did catching him staring too long. It felt like you two were playing eye tag.
The empty cup was gently pushed away from you as you peak back up at his face. This time, he watched your hands.
âNow what?â
âAnd we walk.â He reminded.
âRight.â You nod with a soft smile. He gently brushed past you with his clothes, you follow him.
Outside smelled like pine and residue rain.
Side by side, the steps were slow.
The silence ate you up inside. You wanted to know why you couldnât hear animals if you two were surrounded by earthy nature.
Instead, you focused on the greens of the trees. The different shades.
âI read it.â He suddenly speaks.
âYou did?â You ask. He hums out a yes.
âTwice.â He murmured with two majestic fingers up.
âWow. In two days? The entire series or just the one I was reading?â You say as your body was a bit in his direction but you were still walking straight.
âThe entire series. Have you finished yours?â
âYeah. Last night. I have to get the second volume,â you answered, you look back over at him, his gaze at you was unexpected so you nervously smiled, âWhat did you think? Hate it?â
He shook his head as he looked pensive. He looked down as his hands were in his pockets.
âIt wasâŚ.Deceptively absurd. The graphic style is intentionally chaotic when really, itâs essentially metaphysical exploration of emotional baggage.â
You just gawk at his side profile.
âYouâŚGot that from..Scott Pilgrim vs The World?â
âRamonaâs evil exes are clearly manifestations of the fragmented self. Each fight symbolizes Scottâs internal battle with self worth. Heâs immature and stagnant, until heâs literally forced to fight for emotional accountability.â He continued.
You donât say anything as you stare at the ground. It had you thinking. Everything made sense as you think back on what you read in the first volume. It only made you more excited to start the second volume.
âThereâs a movie, you say?â
âYeah.â You replied softly.
âOh, boy.â He commented. You nervously laughed a bit as you fidget your fingers together at your side.
âI appreciate your graduate thesis.â You joked. His soft laugh hit your ears, it made you smile a bit as you focused on the forest road.
âIâm simply engaged.â He softly sighed.
âI seeâŚIâm scared to ask which each ex represents in your own words.â
âWell, I wonât spoil it all for you since youâve only completed the first bookâŚMatthew, I think, represents the over-dramatization of first love. The fight was framed as over the top. Ridiculously romanticized. Itâs meant to mock how we all tend to remember our first relationships with disproportionate importanceâŚWith him as the first, sets the tone. Heâs insecure, clinging to identity through conflicts.â
You donât say anything as you think on that. He turns. You follow. You both are walking back in the direction of his home.
He climbed the interior stairs, youâve never been upstairs before. The family seemed to not be mindful of your presence. They carried themselves as if you werenât interrupting anything. As if you werenât a bother at all.
His room faced south. A wall of glass was looking out over the river. The walls were covered with shelves, crowded with books and CDs. A sophisticated sound system took up a whole wall.
You bust out a laugh. His room looked strange.
âThis is not your bedroom.â
âIt is.â He says from the doorway as he watched you, you straighten your smile once youâve seen his slight seriousness.
âWhereâs your bed? You just have a couch.â You challenged.
âI donât have oneâŚYet.â He spoke carefully as he looked down.
âOh. Is that couch even comfortable to sleep on?â You point. It had a throw blanket. But no pillow.
âLay on it and see.â
He watched as you sit down. It was comfortable. But, you felt a bit bad that he didnât have a bed to sleep in.
You take your eyes away from his face.
âWhoa.â You softly say as you look at piles of music again.
âYou have so much music.â You observed.
You walk to the music player in his room. Heâs at your side. He pressed play.
Music that was already in there played out. Classical. You knew it, but didnât know the name. It fit the mood, mystical but mysterious.
He sticks his hand out.
You hesitantly take it.
âGod, youâre freezing.â You say. You feel his hand in yours and press it to your cheek.
He stared at his hand on your cheek.
âSorry.â He whispered.
You almost died inside by how he smothered your cheek, brushing his thumb on the skin of your cheek. And how close you were.
âNothing to be sorry about.â You reassured quietly. You try to ignore the stare he gives you. The eye contact was too intense. You were a bit scared to breathe.
He starts to move, holding onto you. His touch felt foreign but nice. You let out a nervous sigh.
âWhat is it?â
âIâŚDancingâs not my thing,â you generously chuckled, âI donât dance.â
âDonât worry, I do.â He smiled a bit.
He guided you in a slow turn. One arm slipped around your waist, the other hand cradled your hand with impossible care.
You stumbled a little as he spun you again. He caught you, holding you closer until you were almost breathless.
Peaking up at him, you see him gazing at you with a soft expression in his eyes. Your heart jumped but your body was less stiff. He was good at guiding you. It was clear that the dancing was about connection rather than the steps.
The music washed over you both as the trees swayed outside.
The music was over but he still didnât let go. He just hugged you to him before letting you go. You slowly step back. It took a while for him to let go of your hand from his.
The car ride to the bus stop wasnât awkward nor uncomfortable. You felt like you were in a dream that you had to wake up from any minute.
âWhatâs the plan after you graduate?â
âI donât know. Probably continue what Iâm doing.â You shrug.
âWhat about art school orâŚRunning off to a big city?â
âMmâŚI have no interest in going to school. Four more years? Heck no. Iâm okay with doing commissions.â
His smile grew with amusement.
He lets the car idle as you both waited for the bus. His elbows rested on the steering wheel with an expression that was unreadable.
âItâs okay. You donât have to wait. Thereâs a seat at the stop.â You say as you reach for your seatbelt but his gaze made you freeze your hand on the buckle.
âI donât mind.â
You looked down, your stomach did a backflip.
The way he said things, wasnât fair. It wasnât flirty, but it was calm, steady, and sincere.
âWhat about leaving Washington? Have you ever thought about it?â
âI havenât made it a priorityâŚLa Push is familiar. Itâs easier to be me there.â
âSometimes the best parts of ourselves donât wake up until weâre somewhere unfamiliar.â
You manually breathe as you stare at your hands in your lap.
âYou talk like as if youâve lived it already.â
âMaybe, I have.â He said too quietly for it to be casual.
Your stomach did that thing again.
The bus rounded the corner and hissed to a stop. You get out and the bus door creaked open.
âThanks for the ride. And theâŚPep talk?â You say, you barely looked at him due to nervousness.
âOf course.â He spoke.
You climbed the bus steps and took a window seat. Your heart beat too fast in your chest, it echoed in your ears. You didnât see the silver Volvo move, even when it was far from the distance.
This list is mainly for myself (hence the links to my reblogs) to save my sanity because I keep losing track of which brilliant stories I've read so far! All of these are tagged with #Elsie you loved this with your whole heart. In their respective sections, the fics are shown in mostly chronological order of me reading them. And this is post 1/â because so many incredible fics exist! đ
Characters include: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, General Acacius, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, and Pero Tovar
Joel Miller Series
A Burning Desire by @honeyedmiller
Does Anyone Know Where the Love of God Goes? by @shellshocklove
Halcyon & Yearling & Lavender by @justagalwhowrites
Roommates by @punkshort
Dark Shades of Innocence Lost by @mermaidgirl30
Garnish by @penvisions
Maintenance Request by @burntheedges
Saving What Was Lost by @mermaidgirl30
Stages of Devotion by @penvisions
Edelwiss by @loliwrites
Joel Miller One-Shots
Dirty Laundry by @pedgito
Joel When You Defend Him by @orcasoul
Joel's Reaction When You're Sexually Harassed by @orcasoul
I Love You, I'm Sorry by @theetherealbloom
Study Days with Joel by @bearsbeetsbeskar
Who Do You Belong to Mr. Miller? by @tightjeansjavi
A Deeper Purpose by @punkshort
First Impressions by @punkshort
Something Unexpected by @punkshort
Like Real People Do by @mrsmando
Ain't That a Bite by @almostfoxglove
Game Changer by @kedsandtubesocks
Scarcely Can Speak For My Thinking, What You'd Do to Me Tonight by @papurgaatika
When I Move You Move by @ghotifishreads
How do you sleep? by @thriftedtchotchkes
Texas Sweet by @coquettepascal
Safety First by @strang3lov3
Jealous by @pedrospatch
Between the Sky & the Horizon by @drewharrisonwriter
Set Me on Fire, I'll Keep You Warm by @vivwritescrappythings
Yours by @vivwritescrappythings
Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings
No Time to Die by @davosmymaster
Little Black Dress by @hellishjoel
Wild Like the West by @hellishjoel
Seven Days, Six Nights by @hellishjoel
Teacher's Pet (Part I & Part II) by @javiscigarette
The Accidental Solution by @pascalssbabyy
In the Cold Night by @milla-frenchy
So Long, Too Soon by @sunshinehaze1
On the Right Track by @sunshinehaze1
Can't Stay Away by @justagalwhowrites
For Cryin' Out Loud by @gracieheartspedro
Well, All Right I'm Bad, But Then You're No Prize Either... by @sceletaflores
Din Djarin Series
Be-All And Endor by @djarins-cyare
Din Djarin One-Shots
That Time Again by @orcasoul
New Perspective by @mellowswriting
Ni Ceta Par Gar (I Kneel For You) by @dindjarindiaries
Irrevocable by @dindjarindiaries
Cozy in the Cockpit by @dindjarindiaries
Take It Off by @dindjarindiaries
Honey, have you been crying? What is it? Whatâs wrong? by @dindjarindiaries
Time for a Haircut, King? by @djarinmuse
Remember This by @burntheedges
A Home, With You by @burntheedges
Familiar Yet Foreign by @whxtedreams
Unexpectedly Mated by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers
Untried by @absurdthirst
Secrets by @absurdthirst
The Throne by @absurdthirst
Beyond my Skin, Deep in my Bones by @djarins-wife
A Baker's Dozen: Part Two by @avastrasposts
At Night by @auteurdelabre
General Acacius Series
Bona Dea (Part 1, ongoing) by @avastrasposts
Guilty as Sin (I. Intactum, ongoing) by @ovaryacted
Hands in the hair of somebody named Marcus part i & part ii by @stylesispunk
Foxglove Downs (Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3) {x Lucius Varus) by @whocaresstillthelouvre
General Acacius One-Shots
Be the Venus of the Stars by @thetriumphantpanda
Little Venus by @iamasaddie
Mould Me for Ruin by @ace-turned-confused
Proud to be Yours by @ace-turned-confused
The Gift by @whataperfectwasteoftime
Work of Art by @ak-vintage
The Future of Rome by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers
Fruits of Passion by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers
The General by @juletheghoul
Corrupted by @juletheghoul
Home by @milla-frenchy
Blood Favor by @pedgito
The Farmer's Daughter by @punkshort
Prima Nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin
At Your Service: Battlefront by @lokischocolatefountain
Javier Pena Series
It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest
Guilty as Sin by @guess-my-next-obsession
Javier Pena One-Shots
A Litany of Lethe by @kiwisbell
Just Friends by @pedrospatch
Sangria by @yxtkiwiyxt
Seasons Change by @punkshort
Frankie Morales Series
All the Things We Never Said (Ch.7) by @javierpena-inatacvest
More Than Letters (Prologue, Part One, ongoing) by @almostfoxglove
Frankie Morales One-Shots
And Then They Kiss by @burntheedges
Pero Tovar Series
The Wolf Series by @absurdthirst
Pero Tovar One-Shots
The Primal Prize by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers
La Esposa del Granjero (The Farmer's Wife) by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers
âThe team selection is now over. The game you will be participating in today is a six- legged pentathlonâ a woman announced over a speaker in the game hall. you was currently sat in a row with your team as they all listened to the game rules.
âsounds easy right?â jungbae asked gi-hun to which he replied which a shake of the head âthatâs what they want you to thinkâ he said, getting a look from young-ill.
âI think we should figure out whoâs going to be playing each gameâ dae-ho purposed to which he got nods from the whole group. âyour right! Can I play Ddakji? it was my favourite growing upâ you asked the group âsure! that leaves flying stone, gong-gi, spinning top and jegiâ gi-hun said to all.
âThis is embarrassing but can I play gong-gi? I have older sisters and they let me play all the time growing upâ dae-ho asked, getting a nod of approval from everyone. âIâll pick flying stone, Ive always had a good throw!â jungbae said, imitating throwing something in the air.
âOkay that just leaves.. spinning top and jegi!â gi-hun said turning to young-ill âwhat one do you prefer?â he asked, before a reply came soon after âill go with whatever you choose for me gi-hun..â young-ill said. your eyes widened after young-ill said gi-hunâs name and you wasnât the only one as gi-hun clearly was shaken up. âhow do you know my name?â he asked, raising an eyebrow âah, well I heard your friend here say it, just a moment agoâ young-ill replied which for a second calmed gi-hun down.
âah.. okay..â gi-hun replied looking at you, giving the same look as before the âkeep an eye on this guyâ look. âis that okay? If I call you that..?â young-ill asked after just a moment of silence to which gi-hun responded with a nod and a slight smile âno I donât mind it.. you also okay with spinning top?â he asked to which young-ill nodded with a smile.
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it had came to nearly the end of the games, the groups that were left now was yours and another. you shouldnât be as nervous as you was right now, you had played Ddakji multiple of times and you had mastered the tricks of that game but something about playing on now a game course full of blood puddles from past players sent shivers down your spine.
âhey, you okay?â young-ill looked over at you âdonât get too shaken up.. itâs only Ddakji right?â he added, giving you a comforting smile and a reinsuring pat on the shoulder. weirdly enough that was literally all it took for you to get in the zone and you hated you self for it but after years of no genuine male attention due to trying to find out what happened to your brother⌠you couldnât blame yourself for it.
one sound of a gunshot and your team was off!! all in an ensemble shouting âone, two. one, two. one, two. one, two. one, two!â the stakes and tension were high in the room but after clearing Ddakji, flying stone and gong-gi up like pros! you could tell this game will be over in a second and your team would win. but perhaps the cockiness was getting in your head too much since for the past minute you couldnât stop staring at a outraged young-ill failing at spinning top.
âso stupid! Iâm stupid! Iâm useless!â young-ill started to shout, slapping his face over and over again. the rest of your team started to calm him down but you knew that would never help, you reached your arm over dae-ho and grabbed young-ill by the collar.
âhey! Pull yourself together! if you make us loose now.. ill make sure to kill you with my own hands before the guard can get to you!â you shouted, which made young-ill widen his eyes.. guess heâs never got a telling off like that in a long time.
âsorry.. ill pull it together..â he said, looking at you with pupils that just screamed rage, he knew he wasnât going to let you get away with that and he will make sure he wonât. you didnât notice that much since all you were worried right now. And with one minute left on the timer and the sound of death just around the corner it scared you all.
âwinner!â a woman said out a speaker as your team crossed the finishing line, I guess that telling off did pay off since after that the team moved double as fast. You all cheered as your legs got untied, hugging each other and letting out a lot of breaths. it was harshly interrupted however by the sound of gunshots from the other side of the game hall, the team you were versing didnât make it.
âthey didnât make it past spinning top? what a shame..â young-ill said to you as your team walked out the hall, you didnât quite understand his tone.. was he being sarcastic? trying to make a joke? Or just being pure evil. You ignored him, the rage from before still lingering.. you couldnât quite wrap your head around the fact he kept using his left hand before using his right on the last one? which also became the successful turn. strange?
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Upon your return to the holding room, everyone had their eyes on your group. A lot of whispers were shared such as âthe crazy guys group made it through?â , âmust be luckâ , âthey wonât make it to the last roundâ. you couldnât care less what any of the other players had to say about your group, you wasnât here to mess around, you were only here for a reason and that reason was to end the games. but- with that said you couldnât help but pull a bitch face at everyone that looked at you weirdly.
âis everyone okay?â dae-ho asked, looking round the group as you all found yourself taking seats on some stairs in a corner, away from everyone and all distraction. âIm okay but.. that was a close callâ jungbae replied, resting his back on a pole from the bed frame.
âagreed- weâre lucky we had a strong teamâ gi-hun added, looking around at you all. âYeah! were lucky 010âs Ddakji skills gave us some time in the start! that flip was fantastic!â dae-ho exclaimed, clapping his hands out of excitement.
âyeah! How did you do it on the first try?â Jungbae added to the conversation, looking at you and shaking his head in disbelief. A soft chuckle left your mouth as you got flustered, you wasnât used to this at all âwell I did tell you all that I played a lotâ you said, rolling your eyes playfully.
âoh and also! jungbae! flying stone? who would of thought? I forgot you had good aimâ gi-hun said, hitting jungbae playfully. âoh shutup- I shouldnât be in the spotlight it should be dae-ho! he finished his game in under ten seconds nearly!â he said, pushing dae-ho as he laughed.
as all three of them started to have a big, loud discussion on who was the best.. you got sucked into your thoughts. all of a sudden the noise around you cancelled out and there was silence only static from your ears. you were in deep thought about your brother again, the whole time in the game hall you wondered to yourself what game he would of chose to play?
âyou okay?â you heard a voice say which snapped you out of your thoughts straight away. you didnât notice at first but young-ill was sat right beside you, looking at you. you totally forgot that he was in the group for a second from how quiet he was in the whole discussion.
âyeah Iâm okay- just.. got stuck in my thoughtsâ you said, giving him a soft smile as you looked at him. âthem thoughts must be a worry for you if they distract you like this. talk to meâ he said, the smile he had still remaining as he put a hand on your shoulder, his thumb tracing stripes in an act to calm you down and talk to him.
you shook your head, knowing it was nothing too serious but also knowing it was none of his business nor his concern. like gi-hun said before entering the games with you âtrust no one, no matter how kind or sweet they beâ. ânoo.. honestly, Iâm okay! donât worry about meâ you replied, placing your hand on his knee too give it a light tap.
young-ill nodded, letting out a sigh as you looked away and chatted to the rest of the group. What could he do to make you warm up to him? it seemed like only a one sided attraction to him.
âPerhaps we should learn our names? I think after that game I deserve to know the people who saved my life!â dae-ho said, jumping up from his seat. âIâll go first, Iâm kang dae-ho! âdaeâ means âbigâ, âhoâ means âtigerâ.
âwow! cool name.. tiger! my name is park Jung-bae, ârighteousâ and âtwiceâ my parents wanted me to be twice as righteousâ Jung-bae chuckled to the group.
you hesitated for a moment, the only one in the group that knew your name was gi-hun and you could trust him with your life, the rest youâve only known for a couple of days.. but- there was going to be no consequences telling them, right?
âmy name is Y/N L/N, I donât know what it means thoughâ you said, looking around the group getting smiles from them all. âThatâs a very pretty name, y/n.. it suits youâ young-ill said, looking over at you with a grin, acting like he hasnât know it the whole time.
âIâm oh young-illâ he added âyoung-ill sounds like âzero oneâ , and thatâs my numberâ he said, pointing down to his number on the badge attached to his jumper. âoh thatâs right! itâs literally just your number!â dae-ho exclaimed, pointing over to him.
âeasy to rememberâ young-ill replied to dae-ho. you was observing young-ills every move, he was very suspicious from the start of meeting him but now that his name is the same as his assigned number.. now that was something unusual.
âso.. gi-hun, whatâs your last name?â Young-ill asked, looking over at gi-hun waiting for a reply. âMy name is seong gi-hunâ he replied, looking over at young-ill then the group. âseong?â young-ill started to laugh âthat literally means last name?â he said now bursting into a fit of laughter, but as everyone else stayed quiet he stopped awkwardly.
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After the prize money was calculated and another vote was drawn, you could safely say you wasnât going home any time soon. People wanted to play to get more money whatever the cost and thatâs when you realised, there wasnât any humans in the game no more.. it was animals, money hungry animals who will do anything to pay off their debts.
one thing that pissed you off the most was the fact that after lots of discussion for all your team to pick X jungbae went behind your backs and picked O. He was sitting by himself after the vote, that was until dae-ho grabbed him to come over.
âgi-hun, y/n, young-ill.. Iâm sorryâ Jung bae said after being brought back, to no response he started to beg âguys, I had more debt that I realised and I thought if I played another game I could get enough to-â â-thatâs not really twice as righteous, is it?â you cut him off, now looking up to him.
âTo be honest, I get why he did it.. the money up there isnât near the amount for me to pay off my debtsâ dae-ho said, to which jungbae replied with wrapping near enough his whole body around him âthank you, see⌠Iâm not the only oneâ he said, dropping down to sit on a step. âLooking at the numbers, if he voted X we would have still been outvoted either wayâ young-ill said which got a glare from you.
even though he was right, it wasnât the point and it annoyed you so much how everyone was taking jungbaeâs side. sure Xâs would of lost with or without his vote but what was wrong was how much he preached about going home and how wrong these games were.
âitâs now in the past letâs just.. figure things out for nowâ gi-hun said breaking his long silence. even gi-hun couldnât care? this was driving you insane. âIâm going to the toliet, excuse meâ you said, standing up and storming off to the exit, giving none of them a look.
âthat was dramatic, itâs not the end of the worldâ jungbae said, watching as you stormed off to which young-ill shot him a glare. Even though he was right, it was dramatic and unnecessary, young-ill felt this need to protect you and to hurt anyone who disrespected you.. yet he did nothing but have a better idea.
âi do need the toliet my self now, excuse meâ young-ill said, standing up and following you off to the toliet. You had no clue young-ill was following you, he was quiet and didnât shout after you but you were also too angry right now to have a thought like âturn aroundâ. it was a problem you had, to get hot headed.. you hadnât had an outburst like this in ages but with the stress of these games, something so little got you so mad.
you barged into the female toilets, no one in this massive room but you. you turned on the tap and started to toss some cold water on your face and neck. you calmed down after every minute that went by.
Meanwhile, young-ill contemplated whether to go in after you, he wanted you to have your privacy but at the end of the day it was his toliet as he ran the whole place. he gave you some warning however.. by knocking on the door. ây/n! you okay?â He called, looking at the door after waiting a moment.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, you couldnât get any privacy at all could you. âyeah Iâm fine, just leave me alone..â you said as you looked up to the ceiling. Young-ill did not however leave you alone, instead he walked in.
âwhat are you doing! get out?â you thought as he walked in, but instead you kept quiet and backed away. There was something about being alone just the two of you in a room, away from all the others that excited you.
âI deal with my anger all the time, let me help youâ young- ill said, offering his hand out as he looked over at you. you held it and he smiled. âTake a seat over thereâ he said pointing to a toliet which could be visible from one of the cubicle doors being open.
you did as you were told and took a seat, wondering why he was being so caring right now and you couldnât lie this was all helping with your anger. âtake five deep breaths with me.. okay?â he said, to which you nodded and closed your eyes.
with each count, your thoughts were getting lighter and your eyes became less heavy, after the fifth count, you opened your eyes to see young-ill crouched down beside you, his hand still grasping yours.
âhow was that? was it good?â he said, looking up at you, it was the kinda look that just screamed hope, he was generally concerned about how you were feeling and hoped that your answer was positive. You nodded âI feel amazing.. I donât know what came over meâ you replied, standing up all to be dragged back down by young-ill, there was a moment that went by.. his eyes locking onto yours, his hand resting on your shoulder, you looked at him with a confused look. âstay here for awhile.. with me, pleaseâ young-ill practically begged, as he stood infront of you.. not letting you leave.
Not like you wanted to leave anyway, this man was insanely handsome to you and to have a little crush in a place like this is something you arenât taking for granted, you never know this manâs face might be the last you looked at.
// okayyy!! Iâm so sorry it took me this long to post part two, Iâm hoping Iâm less busy and part three will be posted quick for you all! I also want to thank all the support on part one, I love yâall so much!!
A/N: this will be a multi series. havenât proof read
Warnings: nothing. Iâm sure if you watched squid game youâll be fine with this.
opening: you have been working alongside gi-hun for years after he came out of the games, after hearing his story it connected a few dots from your older brothers disappearance. After arriving at the games you found out that both of yours and gi-hunâs tracker implants have gone missing, you came face to face with your biggest nightmare⌠playing the game.
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After playing red light, green light you hoped that you didnât have to wake up the next day, you had no clue that a simple childrenâs game could have that amount of blood and death in it. After agreeing that you would join gi-hunâs plan, he told you all about the rule that âwhen your eliminated, your gone for goodâ you didnât really believe him but now you definitely do.
a part of you also wondered how long your brother survived.. a day? two? three? you wish you could of just slapped him silly and got him a job in your coffee shop. But- here you was awakening by the sound of classical music playing out of a speaker and metal squeaking as all the players started to move around in their bed.
you woke feeling not tired at all, not even doing the usual ârubbing your eyes and yawningâ. Probably due to your lack of sleep or the amount of trauma you got from the day previous.
ây/n.. hey.. y/nâ you heard a voice, a familiar one.. a frantic gi-hun was standing next to your bed, tapping your arm. âgi-hun, you okay?â you said which gi-hun replied with a shrug as he looked around at the players. âyour telling me that everytime we wake up weâre going to hear that music?â you huffed, looking up at the speakers. âtrust me, that should be the least of your worry.. I still canât figure out how they managed to get our tracking chipsâ gi-hun said, now looking at you with a face of absolute confusion.
âplayers please line up in two cues to get breakfastâ a womanâs voice from a speaker said in her usual happy tone. âcome on, maybe a bite to eat will make us thinkâ gi-hun proposed hitting the metal post of your bed, waiting for you to get up and join a line.
upon waiting in the cue, you and gi-hun got a load of looks and whispers.. few that said âlook thereâs the mad manâ , âdo you think they are a couple?â , âa nearly died because of that punk shoutingâ. you both ignored them and soon enough you received a bread roll and a carton of milk.
âhey y/n.. take my milk, you know my stomach doesnât take it wellâ gi hun said, handing over his carton as you both took a seat on some steps next to jungbae and dae ho. you got to know the guys after red light, green light, gi-hun introduced jungbae to you saying that they were friends outside the game and well dae ho.. introduced himself to group after hearing over the discussion on what the next game could be which will now happen after the big vote that went on. Thatâs right. The vote. most of the players after red light, green light started begging to let them go and it ended with a massive vote to either stay or go and of course majority said stay.
âexcuse me..â a voice approached the group, your wasnât very familiar with it but after looking up it was the guy that came over to gi-hun after the vote, young-ill his name was.
âyou all wouldnât mind if I joined this group? a lot of players are talking about the next game being a team game. most of the groups formed already are teams of five and there are only four of y-â young-ill said before getting dramatically cut off by dae ho âyes! you look very strong and have good thinking! reminds me of a pal i had when i was in the marines!â he said, putting his arm around his shoulder and patting his head.
you laughed, finding the situation of how dae ho was younger than young-ill and still acting like the oldest funny. âof course, take a seatâ gi-hun said, his tone not one hundred percent certain on this guy as he gave you a look of âkeep a eye on himâ.
âI say why not! what about you y/n can 001 join us?â Jungbae asked to which you just shrugged and looked over at the group âI donât mind..â you said which got a kind smile off young-ill.
âWell welcome welcome double one!â dae ho said, looking over at young-ill as he took a bite out of his bread roll. âah.. Thank youâ young-ill replied, taking a look at everyone but lingering on you suspiciously long. âI couldnât help but overhear the conversation before.. wanna take my milk too? Iâm in the same situation as 456â young-hill said, looking over at you.. passing his carton of milk over to you.
You looked at him for a moment before shaking your head with a smile âthank you, but I think dae ho wants it more than meâ you replied, pointing over to dae ho who was staring at the milk carton like he was an lion eyeing up its prey. Young- ill understood and nodded passing it over to dae ho instead.. his smile dropping almost like he was planning to give you the milk from the start.
âAll players please make your way to the game hall.. the next game will be starting shortlyâ an announcement called out from the speaker which gave you a fright, spilling the milk that you was drinking on yourself. âfuck!â You groaned out of annoyance, taking your zip up jumper off and throwing it besides you as you and your team stood up.
you started to walk to the game hall before young-ill couldnât help himself but approach you âyouâve got some- may I?â He said, pointing to your chin which had a white stripe of milk running down it. how embarrassing. Before you could answer young-ill had already brought his jumpers wrist and wipe it off for you.
âthere you go..â he said, looking at you with a kind smile. âthank you, I didnât realise- that could of been embarrassingâ you said getting a little too flustered in the moment, you couldnât lie to yourself he was attractive. âah.. it was nothing, donât thank me.. okay?â he said, looking up at your eyes before glancing down to your lips in a quick motion. you nodded, noticing the look and shaking the intimate motion off completely by hitting his shoulder and walking ahead âweâre going to be late! come on!â.
young-ill watched you walk off out of the door, now being left in the holding room with a bunch of guards. âwhatever you do, keep that one safe..â he said, which in return got a bunch of nods and with that he walked out the door too.
Part two
// ahhh! okay this was my first ever fic on here and why not make it a inho x reader because that man is the death of me at the moment. hopefully part two wonât take long to come out since I do have coursework to do and all but also let me know if you guys have any squidgame one shot ideas youâd want to request me to write :)
                   Cho Sang-woo
                   âRemember meâ
words: 2262
google docs pages: 4
warnings: Dying, blood
opening: You and Sang-woo both get invited to the game, but donât tell each other. You meet when you both wake up, and play the games together. But in the end itâs just the two of youâŚ
AN/ Iâd like to say that I have no idea how the squid game at the end works. I read the rules but yet I donât understand.
Not proof read!
                  âRemember me.â
                      Hwang In-ho
               âI would take a bullet for you.â
words: 4296
google docs pages: 7
warnings: death, guns, wounds
opening: In-ho and you have been together for almost a year, but he has slowly started to realise that he canât have anyone heâd actually care about. Caring about you can put you and him in danger, and he has to do something about this.
AN// Iâm literally so sorry for how long this turned out to be- It was meant to just be a short one shot, but here we are. I hope that you donât mind^^â
Not proof read!
         âI would take a bullet for you.â
You and Hugh take part in the Wired autocomplete interview
[this has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust, enjoy! Not proof read, just the vibes]
'Hello, I am Hugh Jackman,' he smiled at the camera.
'And i'm Y/N.'
'And we're doing the autocomplete interview,' he said.
You smile at how he tried his best. 'The WIRED one,' you added.
Hugh looked back to you. 'Oh yeah.' he laughed and apologised to the crew. 'I'll hold, you peel and read and I'll answer,' said Hugh, taking the board that started with him.
You leaned back in your chair, eyes peering at him. 'So, I do all the work and you sit there, ok, yeah, that's fair.'
He chuckled as you peeled away the first question.
'Is Hugh Jackman Australian?' you read, screwing up the paper and chucking it behind you. 'Um, no, he's not. It's all a bit he does, it's incredible he's kept it up for years,' you answer for him.
Hugh laughed. 'I am, I am Australian,' he insisted.
You shook your head, nudging him friendly. 'Such a good actor. Is Hugh Jackman retired?'
'No, just old,' said Hugh.
You chuckle before looking at the camera. 'He said he was retired but that was a lie,' you poke fun at the amount of times he said he'll never do Logan again... but did Logan again. 'He's a lair like I said- a good actor.'
You rip the next one off. 'Is Hugh Jackman... a good singer? Uh yes!'
'Thank you, there you go,' nodded Hugh.
'He's such a good singer,' you boast, holding his knee. 'Les mis, Oklahoma, The greatest showman.'
'That's where we met,' he smiled. The two of you did meet during the filming of The Greatest Showman.
You smiled back at you. 'We did. Yeah, highly recommend having Hugh Jackman sing to you, it's-it's magic.'
You do a couple more questions before finishing his first board and letting Hugh break it over his knee before chucking it away. 'Oh woah. You know, people would pay to have that done to them.'
Hugh laughs. He takes the board meant for you and peels the first away. 'I've got it love, let me. Is Y/N dead?'
'Starting off strong here,' you said. 'Um, only on the inside.'
Hugh chuckled. 'That's horrible,' he said through his laughter.
'Don't worry babe, I'm still here. Alive and kicking,' you mumble off.
Hugh eventually peeled away the next one. 'Ok, is Y/N in Wolverine origins.'
'No, thank god,' you said as Hugh, again, keeps laughing. 'No, I do not appear in that movie. But a version of my character does for like ten minutes. And i'm sure it was the better ten minutes of the movie.'
'I won't argue with that,' said Hugh.
'So it wasn't me but another actress playing my character.'
'Right, not confusing at all,' said Hugh. 'Just don't think about it really. Yeah. Right, is Y/N a billionaire? If she was, I would've married her by now,' said Hugh.
You laugh, rocking back and forth. 'Now I really need to reach that billionaire status,' you said.
Hugh's board was next.
'Ok, how Hugh Jackman got jacked?' you read, looking over to him. 'How did the Jackman jack?' you asked, the question coming out a bit more on the naughty side than you intended.
The both of you looked at each other promiscuously.
You held up a finger. 'Maybe I should have worded that differently.'
'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'Um, I basically was miserable for six months. No I'm kidding, a lot of training and boiled chicken.'
'Yum! How tall is Hugh Jackman?'
'6'2- 6'3,' he hummed, thinking about it.
'Do you think people are asking cause they're angry you're not 5'3 like Wolverine should've been in the comics?' you asked.
Hugh's face straightened. 'Why'd you have to bring that up?'
You chuckle, peeling away another one. 'What is Hugh Jackman.., made out of?' he laughs as you whisper to the camera. 'Boyfriend material.'
'Is that actually what it says?' he turns the board, checking it. It really did. 'Oh woah. I assume the interweb means the Adamantium in Logan?'
You snorted. 'The interweb, is that what you just called it?'
'Isn't that what the cool kids call it these days?'
You shake your head and toss his board behind you without sparing a thought.
Hugh stared after it. 'Is that how you treat all yours lovers?'
You purse your lips, trying to hold in a laugh. 'It's just a board, babe, you're the real thing.' You picked up the next board for you and handed it to Hugh who was peeling the first one away immediately.
'How is Y/N... oh it ends there. Well, that's very nice, how is Y/N?' Read Hugh, answering before you got the chance. 'She's very well, er, cause she's with me. Next one. Is Y/N single? What a good question.'
Next to you, Hugh was grinning like a mad man, or a man who knew a secret. Or just like an idiot in love. Any of them worked as you just stared back at him. 'Um, you'd have to ask her,' you said, trying to do what you did best and avoid questions.
'We are asking you, c'mon, the people want to know, are you single?' Hugh teased.
You shook your head with pursed lips. 'You know, Y/N is...' you trailed off, mumbling incoherently under his breath.
Hugh chuckled before looking into the camera. 'His name rhymes with Pugh Ackman.'
'Ryan Reynolds, of course!' you say, peeling off the next one yourself. 'Ok, is Y/N in marvel movies? um yes, a few.'
'Most,' Hugh corrected. 'If not all,'
'Yeah, i've done a few in my time,' you answered. 'Started when I was like, sixteen now i'm,' you pretend to count on your fingers, freaking out when you realised the numbers were high. 'Anyway, Hugh's turn!'
'Ok, i'll peel now,' said Hugh, giving you the board.
'Oh thank you, give my poor nails a break,' you said.
'Does Hugh Jackman... smell nice?' he leant over to you and you took an inhale.
You shrug. 'Yeah, he's alright.'
He chuckled and made a gesture at you before going onto the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman, my name is falling on deaf ears I think now, does Hugh Jackman do all his own singing?'
'Yes, he does!' you yell. 'He's a great singer guys, no debate.'
'No cap!' added Hugh.
'Oh jesus,' you hide your face and laugh into it.
'What?' asked Hugh.
Eventually you moved onto peeling the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman have tik-tok?'
You laugh too loudly. 'No, could you imagine if he did? I have to help him out with instagram for gods sake.'
'That's true, I do not know what the tik, nor the tok is,' said Hugh. 'Ok, last one on this board. Does Hugh Jackman do all his own stunts? No.' he threw the board.
'That was an easy answer,' you scoff. 'Do you want to tell us why?'
Hugh thought about it. 'No.'
'Alright then, my turn,' you said.
Hugh took the board before you could, not letting you hold it or do your own peeling. 'Alright, ready? Does Y/N do all her own stunts, aw, we're matching.'
You laugh. 'Um, I try to,' you answer. 'I try to, I really do but some are just too dangerous. Like I'm legally not allowed to jump from a building into a dumpster or walk away from an explosion.' You give Hugh a look, referencing that scene in Wolverine origins which he cringed at.
'Does Y/N write her own songs in The Greatest Showman? Can I answer this?' Hugh asked you.
You lean back. 'Only cause I know you're going to gush at me, so go ahead.'
Hugh got his answer ready. 'So when Y/N came on the project, it was only a half developed idea- if that. And I'd seen her at an Oscar's party and we started chatting and I asked if you were interested in this little project we were doing, you immediately came on board and started writing songs for this. I think, in total you wrote, what was it four- five?'
'Five I think,' you nod.
'Five of the greatest songs on that movie. Honestly, hearing it live and in the workshops was just, the best thing i've ever heard,' Hugh looked back at you, a loving smile on his lips.
You pout and rest your head on his shoulder. 'God that Pugh Ackman is a real nice guy.'
Hugh laughed and pecked your forehead. 'Does Y/N enjoy being in the avengers?'
'I do yeah,' you answer. 'I think there's like a lot of talk that when you stop playing a role you're supposed to come out and say you hated it, but I loved it. And I still love it. And I'll always love it.'
Hugh held up a hand. 'That being said. She would love being in the X-men more.' He waited for you to reply but you didn't and just stared at him. 'Ok, never mind. Anyway. Does Y/N drive?'
'Absolutely,' you nod. 'I've got the speeding tickets to prove it.'
'Ok, so these are your last boards,' said the lady behind the camera.
Hugh frowned. 'Oh, i'm having fun,' he said, taking his board.
You shrug. 'We'll just have to google ourselves at home more often.'
Hugh agreed and peeled the next ones, these questions beginning with 'Why'. 'Why Hugh Jackman, returned as Wolverine?'
'Good question, liar,' you said.
'Well, at first, you know, I wasn't going to, I really wasn't,' he spoke, looking to you as if cameras weren't pointing at you. 'But then this Ryan... Gosling guy? I think that's his name. He just kept asking and asking, turning up at my house, he got my number, I don't even know how-'
'Yeah, sorry about that,' you added.
Hugh laughed before carrying on. 'Eventually you know, he waved a bag of cash in my face and I knew, just to get him off my tale, I had to.'
'Yeah, that sounds like a Ryan Gosling move.'
'Why didn't Hugh Jackman win an Oscar?'
'Guys, that's mean,' you tell the camera.
'Thank you, interweb for reminding me I didn't win an Oscar,' said Hugh. 'Well, listen, when you find out you're up against Daniel-Day Lewis, you kinda know not to prepare a speech. And then when your publicist the next day calls and says yeah don't worry, you- you don't worry.'
'You were robbed for Logan,' you mused.
Hugh agreed with a chuckle. 'She's my number one fan. Why Hugh Jackman ran naked?'
You perked up. 'Hello, he what?'
The crew laugh at your excitement.
'It was for X-men two... well, I feel like every X-men movie I strip down,' said Hugh. 'Thinking about it.'
'Got to get that watch rate up,' you said.
'Yeah, exactly. So I did a scene in X-men two where I was running the corridor after just finding the metal in my body and the claws,' he explained, again only looking at you.
You nod, like it was the first time you were hearing the story. 'As you do.'
'And then I turn the corner and the entire crew of women are just there waving dollar bills and I, on reflex, went to cover myself you know and then I cut myself.'
You seethed in pain. 'And then you did it for Wolverine one and two and the next X-men movie,' you listed.
Hugh nodded. 'Then I never stopped.'
'Why would you?' you asked, raking your eyes up and down him and winking.
The last board up was yours.
'Ok, let's go,' said Hugh, scraping at the board. 'Why Y/N is famous?'
You laughed.
'Because she's fucking talented!' said Hugh, 'why wouldn't she be famous?'
You shrug. 'It was gonna happen one way or another. I became famous because I wanted money. And Hugh Jackman, one of them i've got, the other i'm still working on.'
Hugh grinned, wriggling his brows. 'Why did Y/N win an Oscar? Oh, you won one,' he joked, glaring at you as you laughed. 'Lucky you.'
You read the question again. 'I mean- that feels almost condescending you know like oh she won an Oscar, why?'
Hugh stared and pointed at the camera again, repeating himself. 'Because she's fucking talented! Why wouldn't she win an Oscar?'
'I won best actress for a movie called Room, which was very tough, very well written annnndddd I deserved it,' you shrug.
'Why did Y/N marry Hugh Jackman?' he gasped. 'You married him?'
'I have not yet, but I am engaged to Pugh Ackman, so um, please, feel free to send us gifts,' you say causing Hugh to drop the board and laugh. 'Um, I really need a new toasted and he likes watches.'
It was a weird family but it was your family. The amount of times the X-men tried to recruit you was sickening, Wade always in your ear about unicorns and his âGolden babysâ all that you were used to. You never expected Wade to come home after his disappearance let alone with someone who seems to hate everyone. Logan was snarky, a drunk, and overall an asshole from the moment you met him.
He had this âlone wolfâ batman shit going on with him, it confused you seeing Wade and him interact let along him living with you guys. You tried to avoid him as best as you could getting cursed at less then Wade but it irritated you how he hated you when you did nothing primarily to Logan other than have your tomfoolery jokes with Wade.
You really should have noticed the heated gazes, the close proximity and the borderline degrading words, Logan wanted nothing to do with you for a reason. With Wade it was different he was always..touchy always close especially when he was hurt one smaller cut off healing arm waving at Logan and one hand on your waist a bit close to your bottom as you faced him cleaning the blood off his face. If only you looked behind you to see the irritated flustered mess Logan was, truly explains why Wade laughed louder.
Youâre a clueless thing indeed, how could you not have noticed Logans brushing up against you as you argue about how onions should be cut âYou know what fork hands maybe if you pulled weight around here and cooked your own fucking meals you wouldnt have so much to complain aboutâ the chopping board making loud noises as you slides irritatedly Wade was long gone getting the âPowdered donutsâ for Blind Al so he really had no idea what was going down Al decided long before to leave the apartment.
âYou have knifes for hands use themâ you snarkily said with an eyeroll âYou got a fuckinâ smart mouth you better watch itâ he growled in your ear still hovering, he snatched the knife out of your hand standing behind you cutting the onions himself âYaâ see? Maybe if you didnt run your fuckinâ mouth so much youâd learn somethingâ that made your anger flare quickly exhaling through your nose âMaybe if you didnt fuck up what you had, you wouldnt be here and id be asshole babysitting freeâ the kitchen went silent as the slicing ceased you could hear him breathing lightly behind you. The knife clatted on the cutting board as he leaned down his nose touching your shoulder, his breathing on your lower back âYa wanna repeat that?âÂ
You nearly shat yourself as you stuttered out or tried to stutter out an apology, however that was cut short due to Wade coming through the door âMARVEL JESUS IS BACKâ you never thought you'd be so happy to hear that name quickly and swiftly moving from Logans trapped arms and running to the door âHeeeey redâ you said side smile on your face as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding âHi sweet face, where is Whiskey dickâ a grunt came from behind you knowing it was logan you paid no mind to him, as Wades eyes widen âTheses my muscle man oh you look angry i think my bone is risingâ you rolled your eyes a smirk on your face as you turned to look at logan âMâ not pissed, not in the slightestâ he said gruffly a beer in his hands leaning on the doorway his heated gaze on you.
Wade's eyes widened as he raised his non-existent eyebrows âOhhh what happened while i was gone- clothes are still onâ that made you scoff lightly folding your arms as you walked away from the kitchen âDinners nearly readyâ Logan said staring at Wade as you disappeared. Wade smirked walking up to Logan quite closely âSo..what happened between you and sweet cheeksâ Logan looked at Wade with slight uninterest âSheâs got a mouthâ âThat can be used properlyâ Wade replied quickly with a smirk âYour disgustingâ Logan said pinching his nose âAnd yet here you are a boner cause of an attitude- you pervertâÂ
Dinner was as usual loud, friends over as if it was a celebration, Logan in the corner watching keeping a close eye on his self proclaimed daughter a drink in hand as usual, he manspread slightly catching your gaze landing on his lap before away again, his eyes however were already on you, maybe it was the buzz, maybe it was his hormones but you looked..nice..better then nice even. Throughout the night he moved closer to you, from the chair, then next to Laura, then in the end you were in the middle of him and Wade.
Wade's arm around your waist from the moment he closed in, his eyes moving from the cleavage your shirt gave as he talked to you, his eyes taking in you completely licking his lower lip, he noticed Logan moving in and he smirked to himself. âGo get my board game for me sweet cheeksâ Wade whispered to you winking to Logan, he gave Wade a blank face before taking a long swig of his drink.
You entered his room, it was cluttered as you huffed looking through his things, tossing things behind you âWhere the fu-'' your sentence was cut short as you were pushed and pinned agaist the bed a heavyweight pushed against your back before a hand came to cover your mouth âSmart mouth..â Logan whispered in your ear you blushed deeply at the bulge pressed against you and the husky voice behind you âMâ gonna need you to listen to me, there's about 6 people in the house..i'm gonna need you to be quietâ you didn't need to be told twice nodding your head slowly.
That was all he needed his hands moving up your pants pulling them down slightly his fingers reading you through your underwear âL-at that, soaked been thinking bout this?â you were pre occupied your face pressed into the sheets whimpers coming from you, that made him chuckle his pants swiftly being pulled down as his tip nudged between your core and your underwear making him sigh deeply before pulling back your slick being pulled with each drag of his hips âThis- jusâ gonna have to do for nowâ he said fucking your thighs, his hand moving to grab your throat to lift your head, the door opened making your eyes widen as you looked back seeing Wade.Â
âFuckin knew it- you guys left me outâ he frowned as he started removing his pants quickly âDumbass- you gave me the hintâ Logan groaned into your ear his pace not slowing, his tip brushing your clit perfectly with each drag of his hips, your ass jiggling each time. Wade smirked as he sat in front of you his legs opening âHi sweet cheeks- im sorry to ask this..given your state but-â he grabbed your hair using your open mouth as a fleshlight as he sighed in content âYeah..thats betterâ Wade was bigger then any male you sucked off and it didnt help thst Logan wasnt letting up, you quickly found a rhythm from sucking Wade using your hand to stroke what couldnt fit sucking his tip harshly making his eyes roll back âF-fuck yea- like a lolipop sweet faceâ his head thrown back as he softly rocked his hips in your mouth, Logan hand reaching up to grab his balls âThere you go smart mouth, make the idiot cumâ he said whispering in your ear speeding up his precum coating your cunt. Your eyes rolling back as you tried your best to deep throat Wade while stroking his cock âOhh-Ohhh yea im about to paint the entire room white like marble-â Wades eyes squeezed shut as he held your head down moving it once, twice, three times before blowing his load down your throat and falling back his chest heaving as you swallowed it all licking his tip clean.Â
Behind you, you heard a snicker as your face was pushed down into the pillow and a dick was inserted into you Logans pace started off uncaring as he used you as if you were a doll slamming you up and down as his hand rapidly rubbed at your bud âYea- I don't see you talking now do I?â he chuckled at your muffled moans crudely his chest making contact with your back as he groaned âFuck..cmon cum doll, cum for your assholeâ he whispered in your ear making your mouth fall open as you screamed in the pillow your vision going white as you painted his cock white, triggering his own orgasm as he stuffed you full thrusting a few more times before pulling out pulling your underwear up making sure it all stayed in. Wadeâs eyes crinkled into a smile seeing your fucked out face âWe gotta get up doll- they gonna start speculatingâ however you could barely hear let along talk so you nodded dumblyÂ
That made them chuckle lightly as they stood up Logan stuffing his cock into his pants as Wade put back on his pants âGuess we tell them she fell asleep?â Wade asked âI donât give a shitâ Logan said walking out with a smirk leaving you in your slutted out stateÂ
First post here! Gifs arenât mine. Iâm sorry if it has any typo, english is not my first language.
⢠Paul would be the perfect boyfriend in his own way, a true English gentleman.
⢠He opens the door, pulls out chairs... You never pay for the bill.
⢠Paul loves to spoil you with gifts.
⢠Paul used to write songs about you but he was too shy to show them to you.
⢠He would loooove teach you how to play the guitar and piano, and if you sing, he would ask you to sing for him to hear.
⢠Paul is an uninhibited man and knows about the reputation he has as the "cute Beatle," but around you, he would become shy at first.
⢠Still, Paul can't keep his hands off you.
⢠He likes to walk holding your hand, steal kisses from you to see you blush, Paul likes to touch you all the time.
⢠Long conversations late at night in the company of his guitar, tea, cigarettes, and Martha.
⢠You adopted Martha together, and Paul would proudly say that you were Martha's mother.
⢠Paul loves rainy days and at every opportunity would drag you to bed to sleep with him to the sound of raindrops falling on the roof.
⢠You would travel the world with Paul if you wanted to go on tour with him.
⢠Even when you couldn't go with Paul, he would send you letters every day - no matter what country he was in. Letters and postcards, until you had to have more than one box to keep them.
⢠Paul would give you gifts related to him so that you wouldn't forget him when he was far away.
⢠Paul wasn't jealous of you with the boys, and you were the first to break the rule that women couldn't be in the studio.
⢠The boys adored you and would make jokes about how Paul only talked about you and how many songs he had already written and played for them dedicated to you.
