~ wazzupp, I'm Lin, I'm a creative through and through.
my hobbies consist of: writing, drawing, singing/songwriting, playing the sims 4 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ oh and I love bears lol
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On here I'm planning on posting original writing works of mine about characters I adore from shows/games (list below!) + some oc stuff too and I may even post art, I dunno yet. ˙𐃷˙
(requests are open) 🍫
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what I'd love to write about/for... ⁀➴
cod
shameless
twd
SWAT {the series}
DC
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the mother masterlist ⭑.ᐟ (still under construction) 🛠️
this is all meee @brownies4lin™
⚠︎ !! we DON"T support or use AI over here and let's keep it that way, don't feed my writing to it, and if you take inspo from me for your own fics tag meee!
⋆ extra... I'm planning on posting on yt at some point to do some behind the scenes stuff aka write with me/draw with me amongst other things in the real world, I think it would be fun~
cw: fluffy for the most part, teasing and fluffy intimacy, swearing
“Cap? Could you please tell Gaz to stop elbowing me?” You huffed out at your captain who was struggling to focus at his desk with his two best sergeants squabbling like children.
He rubbed his forehead and grunted, you could tell he was beginning to get pissed off by the two of you, but you weren’t sure what else to do since Gaz wasn’t listening to you.
“You two are the sole reason my hair’s greyin’” he said with a scoff before looking up from the files he was studying in front of him.
“Tell me what your problem is, bonnie. I didn’t stop my work for nothin’.” He looked at you expectantly, his foot tapping against the hardwood floor.
You and Gaz had been sitting side by side on the couch in Price’s office. You were trying to focus on helping Price reorganize his old mission files he kept messily tucked away in file cabinets. Gaz was meant to be assisting in that but the usually focused, efficient man was antsy as hell today.
“K-Kyle’s all squirmy and I can’t focus, sir…” you mumbled to Price, trying not to sound like a whiny complainer despite your annoyance with Gaz.
Gaz rolled his eyes at you and flipped open the folder he had in front of him, skimming the pages of the past mission report.
The truth of the matter was, Gaz was in no mood to be playing obedient soldier boy and do any actual work.
He’d much rather be holding you in his lap as he did this or just be playing with you altogether, but he was too stubborn to ask for what he wanted and he loved being of help to Price even if he didn’t wish to be doing it at this very moment.
“Sergeant?” Price was referring to Gaz, waiting to hear his reply to your complaint.
Gaz sighed and closed the folder, laying back against the couch and crossing his arms, “I’m just peachy, Cap, no problems to report.” He said stoically, too much so that you and Price exchanged looks.
“Son, why are you lying to me, don’t you remember who I am?” Price reminded him, putting his glasses back on and shaking his head.
“I’ll give you both three options. Kiss and makeup, you two completely separate— or lass, you can come sit with me.” He offered the three choices then looked between you two as he waited for a decision to be made.
You didn’t hesitate to stand up and start gathering your folders and papers, Price leaned back in his chair and patted his thigh for you.
Gaz’s jaw clenched and he grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. “N-no.” He uttered under his breath, yanking you back till you sat right on his lap.
You gasped and looked back at him. “K-Kyle, what the hell-“ you huffed out confused, till you saw the look on his face.
Eyes withdrawn, cheeks dusted a barely visible crimson, he was just needy for his girl. You giggled and started to coo at him teasingly, Price just watched curiously.
“Awhhh, you’re so stubborn, Kyle…Why didn’t you just tell me…?” You murmured to him sweetly, he was trying not to look so affected but his stomach was in knots just by the sound of your voice.
You turned around so you could straddle him properly and once your lips touched his cheek his walls came crashing down. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, practically crushing you against his form.
And he basked in your affection, even as you whispered teasing words to him all while you pressed feather light kisses on his face and neck. He lived for the sweet, soft shit like this. Even if he wouldn’t admit his desperate need for it.
“Thank you, bonnie…” he grumbled weakly, melting into the couch, his hands caressing wherever they could.
“Well I’ll be damned…” The Captain chuckled to himself as he saw his most polished soldier become putty for his teammate, he couldn’t blame him though, the cap was practically the same if it were him in Kyle's shoes.
… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: thought I'd give you guys some more kyle x reader plus price bc helloo. I know it was short and not my best work but i hope you enjoyed. ᥫ᭡
a little kyle x gn!reader drabble — ft. Price ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
cw: fluff for the most part, slight suggestion at the end
You and Kyle were Price’s golden children in a way. The two of you constantly in competition for the man’s affections and praise.
Kyle was certainly Price’s favorite to a fault, he just had it like that. But you couldn’t be disqualified too quickly since you had Price wrapped around your finger in a way Kyle couldn’t compete with. And you best believe that pissed him off.
Though you and Kyle were in constant combat with one another when it came to Price, in any other aspect the two of you were thick as thieves. On missions he always had your six and you had his, no doubts about it.
And when you two finally have time to let your guards down he’d hold you close as you two listened to the sounds and feels of one another’s still live form. The steady sound of his heartbeat against your ear and his heavy hand at your back, feeling the rise and fall of each breath you took.
He’d pull you impossibly closer, unwilling to let you leave his side for a moment. Once you were back home, safe, it’d be right back to normal though, arguing over who got to have the captain first once you’d washed off the grime of a successful mission.
… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: one of my fav pairings is price x kyle x reader, was gonna add a ‘slight fauxcest’ warning but it wasn’t rlly present in this lil drabble but i think there’s hints of it in their rls. (pls let me know if you’d like me to add the warning!!) I have another drabble of them I’ll post soon…
my fics/drabbles/stories sometimes contain 18+ content, so read the content warnings and keep reading at your discretion. .✦ ݁˖
ᯓ 💌 6'10 and he's so babygirl, sometimes...
"I can help..." | suggestive | Summary: shy!könig x roommate!reader , staying with him while your apartment building is under repair and you two become a little more than 'good friends'.
my fics/drabbles/stories sometimes contain 18+ content, so read the content warnings and keep reading at your discretion. .✦ ݁˖
ᯓ 💌 he's just a golden retriever with pitbull tendencies <3 ..
Kevin x Newneighbor!fem-reader | ft. Veronica Fisher | Series | suggestive/18+ | Summary: You're the new neighbor in town and it seems the couple across the street have really captured your interest...
my fics/drabbles/stories sometimes contain 18+ content, so read the content warnings and keep reading at your discretion. .✦ ݁˖
live laugh love, V. She's the baddest of them all truly.
Veronica x Newneighbor!fem-reader | ft. Kevin Ball | Series | suggestive/18+ | Summary: You're the new neighbor in town and it seems the couple across the street have really captured your interest...
my fics/drabbles/stories sometimes contain 18+ content, so read the content warnings and keep reading at your discretion. .✦ ݁˖
mickey's hot and complicated, #signmeup
>> a/n: most of my Mickey works will be with a gender neutral reader since Mickey is canonically gay in the show and I want everyone to be able to enjoy my fics for him BUT there will be occasions where I do a fem reader just because I want to write what I know best and feel more connected to my works, I hope you understand and enjoy!!
› Spider-man popsicle | fluff/minimally suggestive | Summary: Reader makes Mickey Milkovich put a label on their relationship. ⟡ ..
› Away from the noise | fluff/slight suggestion | Summary: mickey is your comfort person when life gets too loud. ⟡
› Untimely Interruptions | suggestive/18+ | Summary: You and Mickey just want to get on each other but it seems in the Milkovich household that's a luxury. ⟡
› No more Pillow Princess | 18+ | Summary: Mickey loved you and would do a lot for you even if it meant keeping one of his nagging desires underwraps for your comfort...until he couldn't anymore. ⟡
a/n: I let myself get carried away for the last part, I enjoy the cliche moments a bit so I plugged a few in there, Ik it's pretty lengthy but it's worth it, enjoyyyy 𑣲.
cw: 12/10 on the freak meter, w/ fluffy moments bc I live for it, voyeurism ig, intercourse, bodily fluids mentioned briefly, lowk dom V (we love to see it), language, swearing, etc. definitely 18+ content so read at your own discretion. P0rn with plot I think…
(minimally proofread, i'll make edits as i go)
"Gotta break it in..."
Two days since you’d seen them last, it was daunting how much you craved their presence. People you just met. Thankfully you got all the confusing stuff cleared up that morning you spent with them, which ended on an abrupt note once you realized that you still had lots to take care of in stabilizing your new life here.
You thought you’d at least see Kev or V in passing, but you supposed life took its hold on them as it usually does to the working man. Your moving truck had finally arrived yesterday, larger furniture pieces now here, your home feeling much more like that of somewhere permanent.
Currently it was noon, and you were drilling some new shelves into your living room walls, wanting to put up some trinkets and photos that needed a new home of their own. A bead of sweat dripped down your face, even with the A/C going the hot summer air had you beat.
“Dammit..” you huffed, taking a break and storming over to your fridge, cracking open a water bottle and chugging it down.
Still, you were burning up, moving now to take off your tank top so you were only in your black sports bra. As you were pulling the shirt off your head you heard your front door open.
“Hot damn, this place looks nice!” Kevin’s voice beamed, you gasped and quickly removed the shirt so you could see him.
“Hey girl, you really gotta start locking that door.” He smiled happily, walking over to you in the kitchen.
You couldn’t help but stand there, shocked by the man’s sudden entrance still. He looked down at you, then at your shirtless form. A soft smirk appeared on his face.
“Mm, guess you didn’t miss me much based on your lack of—“ He started, but you didn’t let him get too far as you yanked him down into a desperate kiss.
You huffed as you pulled back and looked up at him.
“Thank god! I’ve been thinking about that for days.” You breathed in relief. His hands had found their way to your waist.
“Nevermind.” He hummed, a pleased grin on his face.
Realizing what you’d just done you blushed profusely, just about to apologize before he cut you off.
“You’ve been hard at work, lookin’ good slick in sweat.”
He mentioned, raising his hand to glide his index finger down your chest at the sweat that covered your skin there, pulling it away just before the dip into your cleavage.
His eyes went back up to yours, trained on them.
“Where’ve you been…?” You asked in a soft whisper, trying not to sound so affected by his and V’s absence.
His gaze drifted to the side, looking apologetic. “About that, yeah. I work at a bar called the alibi room and these last few days I was the only one who didn’t need to stay home and blow chunks.” He explained to which you nodded profusely not needing more stomach-churning details.
“A-and V?” You wondered, shaking your head as you both shuddered at his words.
“Work too, she bounces between jobs though.” He hummed. “Right now she’s working at a nursing home and she does this cam-girl thing on the side..”
“Cam girl?” You interjected, interest peaking.
Kev nodded, letting a soft chuckle leave him as he knew exactly where your mind was going.
“I help her occasionally.” He added, leaning back against the counter top.
“Oh? That’s kinda kinky…” your head tilted as you saw Kev in a new light, picturing things..
“We are…occasionally.” He smirked, adding the word playfully before clearing his throat and setting a bag on the countertop.
Your attention shifted and you gave him a puzzled look.
“What’s that?”
“Housewarming gift.” He nudged the bag closer to you, waiting for you to open it.
Your eyes softened, lips turning downward in a pouty smile at the sweet gesture. “Awe, Kev…”
“Eh, don’t give me all the credit, it was mainly V’s doing.” He smirked, looking at you expectantly to open it.
You grabbed the bag and scoffed as you saw its contents, reaching inside you pulled out a black beer cozy with the words ‘not a beer’ printed on it in bold white lettering. “Cute, Kev, real cute.” You rolled your eyes and put it back in the gift bag.
Kev frowned at you and crossed his arms, “Aw, c’mon, you don’t like it?” He said with a stupidly sweet pout, making you scoff again.
“It was one night, I’m not an avid beer drinker.” You huffed at him, placing a hand on your hip.
He didn’t hesitate to grab your waist, pulling you closer to him as he remained leaning back against the counter. His eyes moved across your face slowly, voice coming out in a playful drawl. “Correction, sweetheart. It was our night, where we got really…familiar.” He smirked up at you, his eyelids dropping lower as his lips parted, capturing yours in the deepest of kisses.
You let out a shaking breath, melting into the man, your hands pressing against his chest, gripping the black t-shirt he wore. Before then pulling back so you didn’t allow yourself to get swept away any further.
“Mmph–how the fuck do you do that?” You muttered against him, placed in between his legs as your wide eyes stared into his.
He gazed at you while his finger toyed with the strap of your sports bra. “Do what, sweetheart?” He preened, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, but you shook him off to his dismay.
“K-kev don’t kiss me there, I’m all sweaty…” You complained, moving off of him. “B-by the way, ‘acquainted’ would’ve been a smoother word for your little, whatever you call it…” you were flushed, embarrassed by how easily he unraveled you, making you want to lie down and be his for the taking.
All he did was laugh softly, rolling his neck backwards so he could relieve some of the tension he carried there. “Mm, a little sweat doesn’t hurt me. And I don’t know a lotta big words so that one wouldn’t have even come up in my brain…” He said, gripping the nape of his neck and standing up fully.
You watched him quietly, your eyebrows pinched together as you tried to figure out why the essential stranger had you hooked like this.
A heavy handed knock fell against your door, making both him and yourself pause before you sighed in relief. “Shit–it’s just my new mattress, I forgot it was getting delivered today.” You rubbed your forehead, as your cheeks puffed up in a huff of sorts.
Kev started walking over to the door and you followed right behind him. A long brown box laid against your steps, the delivery guy already walking off. “Thank you!” You shouted to the man to which he turned and gave you a nod with a polite smile, kev stood behind you arms crossed. You went out and started pulling the box in, Kevin offered to help but you gave him a hard side eye so he backed off.
Once you’d dragged the thing in fully, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Will you let me help you at least take it upstairs?” He asked, tone attempting to be convincing.
A long, loud exhale left your nose and you begrudgingly nodded. “Fine, only because I’ve been working hard all morning.”
“Whatever works for you, sweetheart.” He grinned before bending down and lifting the lengthy box over his shoulder. You headed up the stairs and he carefully stomped up behind you.
“Kev! Watch it!” You squealed at him as he nearly whacked you in the head with the box as you both turned to enter the ‘master’ bedroom.
“Oh—shit, fuck. My bad.” He grunted as he set the box down on the floor.
“That shits heavy for a fuckin’ mattress” he huffed out, giving you a look like it was your fault.
You smirked up at him, smiling as he tried not to look out of breath.
“It’s just memory foam, big guy.” You giggled at him.
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever—you got a box cutter?” He asked with a raised brow.
You nodded, quickly running back downstairs to grab it from the kitchen.
“Don’t hurt yourself!” He shouted after you, watching how fast you sprinted, laughing to himself.
You came back upstairs, holding the sharp object with a playfully sinister smile, he held his hands up in a pose of surrender.
“Do your worst, sweetheart.” He grinned, leaning back against your small windowsill.
You bent down and cut the box open along the taped side, out came a queen sized mattress, kept tightly rolled wrapped in plastic.
“Wanna do the honors, Kev?” You raised the box cutter up to him.
He laughed. “You just wanna see that thing spring out and hit me.”
You shrugged softly.
“Fine.” He sighed, taking the cutter from you and pushing you aside.
He gave you a playful glare then slowly started cutting off the plastic then quickly jumping back once he got to the end and the mattress practically sprang to life.
You gasped in awe, “it’s huge! It’s perfect.”
“Looks like you dodged a bullet there, handsome.” You cheekily smirked at him.
He carefully slid the blade of the box cutter back into the sleeve and handed it over.
“Uh huh, y’know, you gotta break it in, right?” He hummed to you, turning his head to look at you.
Your expression quickly turned puzzled, “whatdya mean? Don’t you break it in by just sleeping in it?” You mumbled, scratching your head as you looked at the mattress then the man.
He tilted his head side to side in contemplation, “Sure, if you’re boring.” He shrugged.
That made your eyebrows furrow and you turned to him fully. “Okay, what’s the alternative then?”
“Well…we break it in while I break you in, sweetheart…” he chuckled, stalking over to you and hooking his finger under your chin.
You let out a half baked scoff giving him an incredulous look. “Huh…is that right?”
He weakly chuckled, pulling himself back. “Or y’know, we could just jump on it like little tykes would.”
You giggled and shook your head. “Which method’s more effective?”
Watching his lips curve into a toothy grin he shrugged, "That's up to you, hun.”
Your gaze drifted down his form, to the natural bulge in his jeans, and you hummed.
“I like option one…but, I’d feel wrong having you without V’s permission…” You bit your lip softly and closed the distance with him some more.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, “V..V won’t mind, I promise…” he breathed out the words.
You raised your eyebrows then crossed your arms. “I don’t doubt that, but still.”
…
Veronica bursted into the Gallagher house, “Fiona! I brought that stuff you texted me for. Anybody seen Kev?” She called out, setting a small box on the couch.
“Fi’s in the shower. Think I saw your boy head across the street to your new girlfriend's house.” Lip piped up from the kitchen, walking over to lean against the banister. His eyebrows raised.
“She’s not our damn girlfriend—” V tried to say before Fiona came down the stairs wrapped in her towel, swiftly cutting her off.
“Coulda fooled me.” She smirked, standing on the landing with a hand on her hip.
Veronica crossed her arms and sighed, “We were drunk and I dunno, shit happens, Fiona!” She turned her head to Lip, “Is Kev really over there?”
He shrugged with a smirk, “Go see for yourself.”
V clicked her tongue against her teeth and turned to leave, slamming the door behind her.
Fiona let out a snort then headed upstairs whilst shaking her head, finding V’s denial humorous.
Meanwhile, Veronica was already storming across the street. Her hand knocking rapidly against the hardwood of your door.
You and Kev were mid conversation when he paused.
“No way?” He scoffed with a half grin.
“It’s definitely her.” You smirked, following him as he started dashing downstairs, swinging the front door open.
“Kevin Ball-“ Veronica huffed, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her inside.
“Bless your timing woman.” He groaned, planting a firm kiss on her lips.
He started peppering kisses on her cheeks and neck, distracting her as she repeated his name in attempts to get his attention.
You just stood there on the 3rd to last step of your stairs, Veronica eventually gave up and looked to you for context.
Smirking, you replied. “Kev wanted to ‘break in’ my new mattress but I told him I wouldn’t let him touch me unless we had your okay.”
V began to nod slowly, quickly understanding her man’s urgency now and she began to pull back, grabbing him by his cheeks.
“Mmm…look at you, so eager to hop into bed with another woman?” She raised her brow, licking her teeth as she gazed into his hungry eyes.
“V…c’mon, it wasn’t like that.” He swallowed, beginning to melt at her feet.
She quickly tutted at him and pulled away, moving towards you at the steps.
“Mhm…I’m sure it wasn’t.”
You bit your lip as she approached, mumbling, “Veronica, c-can we?”
She shushed you and nodded, taking your hand. “Glad we’re on the same page, babe.”
Heat started pooling in your gut, anticipating what was to come. She navigated upstairs like she owned the place and you couldn’t deny that her assured attitude turned you on.
You could hear Kev padding up the stairs behind you both, hesitant still but you could practically smell the desire coming off him in waves.
“Veee…” he whined quietly to which she ignored him.
She pushed into the master bedroom with you then paused as she saw the mattress.
“Mm, so this is what we’re working with?” She hummed before turning to Kev, who stood outside the door looking like a kicked puppy.
“Go get some towels.” She ordered him, you let out a shaky breath, tingling in anticipation.
“B-bathroom.” You mumbled out, so he knew where to go but you didn’t take your eyes off V. She stood there in her jean shorts and tank top, looking majestic as always.
She looked back to you, still clad in that black sports bra and grey sweats. Your breathing quickened as she stepped closer and cupped your cheek.
You started slowly walking backwards as she pushed forward, letting yourself exhale in relief when her lips finally touched yours. The two of you fell down onto the bed, her knee snaking in between your thighs, pressing you into the mattress further.
“Nmph…fuck, V…” you murmured against her lips, making her smirk as your hand found her waist, letting out a soft moan as she nudged her knee forward against your core.
Kev came back in and paused at the doorway letting out a shaky groan. “Oh cmon…”
“Lay the towels down…” V mumbled against your lips, not even bothering to give him the time of day.
He huffed and laid two towels down horizontally on the top of the mattress, swallowing as he watched you two continue to go at it hot and heavily.
“So unfair…” he grumbled under his breath before taking a seat on the floor.
V didn’t waste anymore time, starting to untie the drawstrings of your sweats and you lifted your hips for her, just as eager.
She giggled and shimmied the pants off before tossing them at Kev who just grunted at the tease.
“You’ll get to have your fun eventually…” she winked at him before returning to you.
He scoffed and clutched your sweats in his fist, already beginning to shift uncomfortably in his spot.
V’s hands squeezed your waist as she began kissing her way down your body.
Your hands rubbed her arms as she made her way, your lip bitten between your teeth.
Once she got down to your navel, you couldn’t help but shiver, she pressed a soft kiss to your skin then sat back on the balls of her feet, starting to undress herself.
She pulled off the tank top to reveal her bra-less form which made both you and Kev swallow, the two of you locking eyes before you sat up to go ravage her.
He gave you a look of envy and continued to sit back and watch.
“Can I?” You whispered, wanting her permission before you just dove into her mindlessly.
She nodded and grabbed your hands, placing them high on her waist, leaning into your touch.
You truly didn’t feel deserving of being able to have her like this, and she could tell by the hesitancy in your grasp.
“Stop being so shy with me, just let your thoughts go…” she urged you, shifting your bodies closer together.
You swallowed again, wanting to please her whilst also fighting against your instincts to take it all agonizingly slow…
Letting out a shaky breath you pulled her in even closer, both of you sat on your knees, one of yours pressing into her core and hers into yours. You moved your hands to unbutton her shorts and slid one of your hands inside, starting to rub a slow circle on her through her underwear.
Your gaze was trained on hers, watching as her lips parted and her eyes blinked closed, letting out a soft breath of pleasure. That was enough for you, and you wrapped your free arm around her waist, pulling her torso into yours so your fingers could keep working her while you pressed open mouth kisses to her shoulder and neck.
“Fuck, you two are killing me here…” Kevin groaned from his place seated up against the wall, his own hand had snaked into his pants trying to relieve some of the aching pressure there.
V couldn’t help but grow louder as your fingers worked tantalizing slowly on her, your mouth sucking on the most sensitive parts of her neck.
“S-shit, fuck, I’m almost there.” She breathed into your neck, her hips thrusting into your fingers as she got carried away…You just nodded against her neck holding her tightly against you, being a grounding force.
As she started to peak she bit down on your shoulder, making you gasp then groan at the sensation. She whimpered against you, her hips still grinding against your fingers before settling down as she huffed.
“T-that’s not—mm…how I was picturing that to go…” she huffed, your hand was still moving in the smallest of circles and she whined at the feel, pulling your hand out, bringing your damp fingertips to her lips.
You smirked, and watched her suck on your digits with starry eyes, but the moment was interrupted by the sound of Kev.
“D-dammit!” He moaned as he finished in his own hand, soiling the front of his jeans. “Y-you guys are assholes, making me watch that whole thing—“ he whined at you both, panting as he continued stroking himself mindlessly.
Veronica slowly looked over to him and sighed, “Alright, fine… you can have her now…”
Before you knew it, Kev was on you. Laying you flat on your back for him as he started pulling off his belt and tossing it aside. V had stripped down to nothing and laid on her side at the foot of the mattress just watching as she already knew how this was going to play out.
“K-Kev, slow down, you already blew a load…” you reminded him, reaching up to pull off his shirt and his blatantly loud huffing began to slow. V just laughed softly but didn’t interject at all, seemingly knowing something you didn’t.
He was quick to pull your sports bra off, cupping your tits and leaning down to suck one off, making you arch up off the bed as his tongue swirled the sensitive bud.
“Fuck! G-give a girl a sec…” you whined at him, but he didn’t relent, moving to give the other one the same attention.
Your hips were already thrusting up at nothing, slickness coating your underwear. He let out a dark chuckle and started nibbling down your torso. You shot a look at V to which she just laughed again, moving to lay on her back enjoying her front row viewing.
“I-is he always so…ravenous!?” You gasped before he pulled your underwear off completely and your eyes went cross as he dove tongue first into your cunt. Throwing your legs over his shoulder like nothing.
Your hands moved to grab at the towels under you but nothing was enough when his tongue was moving on you in the most mind numbing way.
V started feeling a bit left out as you started getting so noisy and eager for Kev, so she crawled over and grabbed your chin, starting a slow, deep kiss with you.
That was just the grounding you needed because your grip on the towels loosened and your hands fell back on the bed beside your head on either side, hips now moving in sync with Kev's tongue on you.
Veronica gently kneaded your tit in one hand as her tongue kept sliding in and out your mouth with yours.
But, Kev started getting frustrated as he felt you beginning to get distracted by V. He slowly drew his tongue out of you and pulled down his jeans, getting even more annoyed as you didn’t even react to his absence, lost in V. Once he was bare, he grabbed a condom out of his wallet and slid it on himself quietly.
He carefully brought your legs apart again and pushed them up, grasping you by the backs of your thighs, his right hand moved to guide himself to your entrance.
“This should get your attention back on me…” he muttered under his breath before groaning at the sensation of entry.
You gasped against V’s lips, your eyes shooting open and you lifted your head to look at Kev. “O-oh fuck…” you whined.
V pulled back with a playful eyeroll, kissing your cheek as she whispered to Kev. “Attention whore…”
Kev grunted and continued to push in. “S-says you…”
He whimpered as he bottomed out in you. He shook his head as he tried not to focus on the way you were clenching around him. “Mmph—you okay?” He breathed out the ask, holding the backs of your thighs in a vice-like grip.
You nodded softly and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for words.
“Y-yes…” you mumbled breathlessly.
He shuddered before he started to carefully draw his hips back then roll them forward again.
“m-my, fuck, when’s the last time you did this—shit.” He groaned out, your grip on him driving him crazy.
You gasped and propped yourself up to lean back on your elbows, moaning shakily as you replied.
“A while…l-like a year ago.” You muttered, slightly embarrassed by the span of time.
“Gosh…I can tell, I can really tell…” he let out a soft moan, before starting to pick up the pace a little as he felt you loosen up a bit more.
Your arms quickly gave out and he let out a soft chuckle, “don’t worry about it, I gotcha…” he murmured, moving to place one of your legs over his shoulder then pressing the other backwards, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and it was a wrap from there.
He grunted and chuckled, panting your name as he got closer, now moving his thumb to circle the sensitive bud that laid in between your thighs.
“There you go, sweetheart…” he whispered, voice surprisingly soothing despite his own excitement.
Your eyes squeezed shut, hands moving to grip his forearm as your orgasm came over you like no other, absolutely writhing beneath him. He groaned and snapped his hips faster, losing his rhythm a bit as he chased his peak.
V watched in awe as the two of you carried on, she was practically a water park herself at this point but she got off on this just as much as she would’ve in your place.
Kev’s head lolled back as he found release, letting out a few soft moans as he slowed his hips down. He carefully readjusted your legs in a more comfortable position then leaned down to kiss your sternum as he was still inside of you.
You whined at the feel, he slowly pulled out and discarded the condom to the side before pulling another out his wallet.
Your eyes widened and you looked over to V who just smiled at you. “I-isn’t he tired- we just-“ you tried to speak, panting the words out in disbelief.
“Kev doesn’t get ‘tired’, babe. You’ll see.” She smirked, coming back over to you to kiss your glistening skin.
“F-fuck me…” you murmured to yourself, absolutely screwed.
“Uh huh…” said Kev as he quickly flipped you onto your stomach.
… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: hottest thing ever, I go feral for Kev and V oh my... thank you for reading if you made it this far, I wanted there to be some buildup before I dove right into the smut lmao.
I'm 90% sure this is the last part of this series, but there will be more kev and v in the future just different au's of course
working on the kev & v x newneighbor!reader fic pt.3 but I can't get mickey milkovich out of my head. that man is my current writing obsession and cannot be stopped, send help but like don't.
~ my fav gif of him, oh my lordddd ("dirtiest white boy in america" i love you) 𝜗ৎ
cw: 10/10 on the freaked out scale, intercourse, swearing, bodily fluids mentioned, lowk sub/dom rls, fluffy moments, etc.
"No more Pillow Princess" .☘︎ ݁˖
Mickey was well aware of your preferences. And as your boyfriend he liked catering to them, knowing you liked to lay back and feel good. Most times he didn’t mind either since you writhing underneath him begging for more always boosted his ego.
What you didn’t know was his preference for seeing his partner on top, Mickey’s a bottom in every universe I feel.
He’d had a hard day today, he was working a security gig and some assholes were testing his patience all night. So when he came home to find you laid up on the couch watching tv, he couldn’t wait.
“Get up.” He commanded, catching you off guard while simultaneously intriguing you.
“Hi, baby…” you mumbled out confused, following the command.
He took your hand and led you to his bedroom, you’d been staying over a whole lot lately but he didn’t mind in the slightest, you were more easily accessible that way.
“We’re trying somethin’ new tonight.” He stated, starting to undo his work issued button up.
You raised your eyebrows and moved to sit on the bed, you’d already been feeling needy for him all day so for him to come home and immediately want some of you was heaven sent.
He’d stripped off all his clothes save for his boxers then turned to you.
“You love me, right?” He asked whilst grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
You looked off to the side and hummed in contemplation, giving him a playful smirk as you replied. “Mm, gettin’ there.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes then pushing your chin to the side lightly, letting go of your face.
Giggling, you looked down at the aching boner in his pants then back up at him. “So? What’re we tryin’ out?” You hummed in question.
He petted your hair then nodded for you to lie down. Like always, you grabbed your pillow and laidback, spreading your legs a bit.
“We’ll get to that, gotta do somethin’ first…” he muttered as he got down on the bed in between your thighs, reaching for the waistband of your sweats he yanked them down.
He was desperate to get you on top of him already but he wasn’t selfish, wanting to make sure you at least had a good orgasm before he asked you to do that.
It wasn’t long before he had you there, sucking and lapping at you, like you were the man’s last meal. You’d been broken down to a mess of whines as the intense pleasure coiled up inside you then sprang free.
“Nmph- fuck yeah…” he laughed against you in the midst of swallowing then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He patiently waited for you to come down from your high, rubbing your stomach to soothe you further. His cock was aching in his boxers, pressing up against the restrictive fabric, twitching in need. Clenching his jaw hard as he worked to fight against his instinct to take what he wanted.
Once your breathing was at least back to normal he spoke.
“Babe.” He called your attention, making your eyes focus on him again. “Yeah?” You mumbled in reply.
“Need you tah do somethin’ for me…” he gulped, Mickey never asked for much, or anything really, so this was hard as shit for him to do.
You sat up a bit and nodded along, “What is it, Mick?”
He huffed out some air, trying his damndest, truly. “I…need, fuck, uh— I want you, o-on top..” He struggled to get the ask out, his usual ‘dominance’ faltering quite a bit.
Your eyebrows raised, you’d never been on top before so the idea was striking to you. But you could tell he was craving it badly, longing for it really.
Mickey never failed to give you exactly what you wanted when it came to matters in the bedroom, so you could surely do this for him.
“O-okay, if that’s what you need.” You answered, sitting up fully and kissing his cheek.
You’d done a good job of breaking Mickey down to be more lovey dovey, because when you first got together, a cheek kiss would’ve been a no-go, too soft.
…
The position had flipped, him under you, cheeks flushed as his painfully aching desire was being fulfilled. You straddled his hips and placed your hands on his stomach, getting a feel of the new scenario.
“How long have you been wanting to do this?” You asked curiously as your hands just rubbed his chest up and down.
He cleared his throat so his voice didn’t come out shakily, but it was a lost cause.
“S-since we started hooking up.” He mumbled, pupils dilated as he gazed at you from below.
Your brows shot up, “That long, Mickey! And you never told me??” You couldn’t help but be furious with him, your needs always taken care of but the one thing he ached for the most he never got.
“I thought we’d made a positive mark on our progress in communication, but obviously not.”
Your eyes rolled in annoyance, but your hips were rocking back and forth slowly. As you and Mickey had been talking, two of his fingers were prepping you.
“Oh c'mon, we have—you know that… it’s just, you’re such a pillow princess and you love it…I didn’t wanna mess things up.” He admitted softly, holding back a groan when you pressed into his still trapped cock.
Scoffing at him you halted your movements, grabbing his wrist to stop him too.
“Listen to me, that’s bullshit. This is a partnership, one where we both feel fully taken care of. Don’t pull this crap again.” You warned him, he couldn’t help but let a small smirk grace his face, he loved when you got fiery with him, and the position—it helped.
You grabbed his chin and leaned down to kiss him deeply, your hand rubbing his throat and chest making him moan into your mouth.
Grinning widely, you started getting a kick out of the newfound power you had over him. Pulling back you went to start shimmying off his boxers, your lip bitten between your teeth. He shuddered at the look on your face, but he grabbed your wrists to stop you.
“Y-you sure you’re ready? We don’t have too…” he assured you, his brows pinched together in concern.
“Hush, I want to do this. For you..” You leaned down to peck his lips one last time before committing to pulling his boxers down fully.
His member triumphantly sprang free, pre leaking from the tip. Your hand glided over and coated him down to the base of it with a practiced ease.
His lips parted, chest already starting to heave as you continued the up-down motion.
“B-baby…” he huffed out breathlessly, but you shushed him, you were only trying to make sure this was a smooth experience.
His eyes squinted shut as you kept going, squeezing now. But you carefully tutted at him, your hand letting go abruptly. His eyes shot open as he let out a whine, flushing with embarrassment.
You smiled, “I think you’ll care to watch this part…”
Hovering over him you lined him up with your entrance, he quickly reached up to grab your hips, keeping you steady while holding his breath as you carefully sank down over the tip.
“S-shit…” you mumbled under your breath, you felt infinitely fuller this way and the feeling came by utter surprise. This was the same cock you’d taken numerous times but it felt much heftier like this.
Whining as you slowly sank all the way down, he gripped your hips tighter, looking at you with wild eyes. Once you bottomed out he shakily moaned your name.
Your hands moved to his chest, needing to ground yourself as you focused on your breathing, he held you steady, letting you have your moment but you could feel his impatient member twitching within.
“M-Mickey…” You whispered and he nodded at you, he wasn’t going to rush you, you knew that.
After a beat you carefully rolled your hips forward, testing the waters, it was exhilarating. There was a sting present in the movement but it was overpowered by the tightness forming in your gut and the look of Mickey’s face.
His mouth hung slightly agape, pupils somehow even more dilated, the blue in his eyes almost gone.
Now, when you dragged your hips up a bit then brought them back down, he lost it. He let out the most shaken up whimper you’d ever heard fall from a man’s lips.
“A-again…” he pleaded hoarsely.
So you did just that, driving your hips in that same motion, you couldn’t help but moan with him once you really found your rhythm. Your thighs were already starting to ache from having to do the work but seeing him like this, you pushed on.
His hands had fallen from your hips, unable to be firm and steady as you rode him like you were. One hand limp at his side and the other on the curve of your ass, just being there for the sake of it.
Every movement had him an absolute mess, his eyes pinching shut before opening again as you slammed down hard. He couldn’t take much more, he got worked up so fast, the prep, visuals, sensations..
He mustered up all his strength and sat up a little, grasping your hips and driving the movements with you, harder-faster, your cries of pleasure were synchronized, mixing with the lewd sound of your bodies connecting over and over.
“F-fuck, Mick!” You squeaked out, clawing at his chest before the both of you gasped as you found release.
He fell back on the bed and whimpered, twitching in a way you’d never seen. He was adorned in sweat and the ickyness of passion.
Trying to get yourself to calm down you fell onto him, feeling his rapid huffs of air. You brought your head up and gently kissed his neck, the sensation made him whine.
“Shh…shh, you did good…breathe.” You reminded him in a soothing whisper, forcing yourself to come down from your high to make sure he was alright.
He swallowed, and his eyes eventually focused on you. “ ‘M sorry, I’m so so sorry…” he sniffled out, just a needy little mess, leaving you confused.
“Why, baby, no…don’t be.” You reassured him.
“I’m too much, I know, y-you’re never gonna wanna do this again.” He mumbled, just rambling as he worried.
You leaned down so your nose was pressed against his, muttering. “My thighs are sore, I’m stuffed so full of you I can taste you on my tongue, and you definitely dropped the biggest load ever inside me…but, I just made you see stars, babe—“
“And now that I’ve seen it, there’s no way I can go without never seeing it again.” You purred in his ear, carefully pulling yourself off of him, making him jolt.
“I’m so fucked…” he whimpered as he watched you leak onto his sheets.
“Hopefully.” You smirked at him before falling flat on the bed, letting your spent body rest now.
… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: this was the freakiest thing I've ever written and I don't know how to feel. I was originally going to save this to post after pt.3 of the Kev & V x newneighbor!reader fic but that's still a wip. if you enjoyed pls support me by reblogging and liking my posts!! ᥫ᭡
cw: 6.5/10 on the freaked out scale, intercourse, peeping tom, terry, language, swearing, etc.
"Untimely Interruptions" ⋆˙⟡
You and Mickey were…pent up, to say the least. Every time the two of you had tried to get into it, or more so each other, someone or something came wrecking it.
Like earlier today, every thrust Mickey sent into your aching center felt like winning the lotto on your worst day. Hips snapping into you as he kept you spread for him, head bobbing back in delight as you squeezed him just right.
The two of you had been home alone, or so you thought so you let the sounds leave your lips like no tomorrow.
“Fuck— Mickey! Y-yes!” You whined, reaching for him, grasping his forearms as your face burned hot from pleasure.
Everything was just right, building up perfectly—up until Mandy came banging on the door. “Mickey!! Shut up with whoever you have in there, I’m trying to take a nap!” She screeched, making you pause and flush more, now due to embarrassment.
He cursed and pulled out, you wouldn’t even let him touch you the rest of the day because of how mortified you were at being heard.
The time before that you two had been in the kitchen, you, sitting on the counter watching him as he took a beer out of the fridge and cracked it open.
He gave you a side glance as he took a sip, you had this energy about you today, an enticing one according to him. Taking the beer away from his lips, smacking them before speaking up.
“You look good.” He just stated it, casually. Then he came over and stood in between your legs, abandoning the beer he’d been pining for 10 minutes ago while you two were walking to his place.
His hands snaked up your thighs, gripping wherever he could, his face was now buried in your neck, mouth latching onto your skin and sucking with devilish precision.
Your head tilted back slowly, lips parted as you let out a shaky moan. But of course, you didn’t get to enjoy it for long.
“Nm…h-ha, Mickey…” You mumbled out the first time, shifting in your spot as arousal built.
He just grunted against you, not stopping until you started pulling away, uncomfortably.
Tilting his head up to look at your face he saw your gaze and it wasn’t on him, but at the entryway of the kitchen/living area. He turned his head then scoffed in disbelief and annoyance.
“God-fuck, what the hell are you standing there for, Pop?!” He shouted angrily.
Terry stood there unfazed though, just smirking away as he leaned against the frame.
“Oh, no no, carry on, I was enjoying the show.” He laughed out, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes practically undressed you whilst you sat there.
Mickey looked just about ready to beat him black and blue. You just got up and walked out, much too freaked out and turned off by his peeping father.
“The hell is your problem, Pop?” Mickey said to him in passing while going after you.
“It’s my goddamn house…” he grumbled before plopping down on the couch, adjusting his jeans.
At this rate screwing or fooling around in the Milkovich house was a no go.
… ᥫ᭡ ...
… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: little bit of mickey, love himmmm ugh (i'm aware the writing was shit in this, very lackluster but uhm hope you enjoyed anyway sry 😭)
cw: lots of suggestion (what's new? ;p ), swearing, smoking, etc.
(barely proofread)
"Hazy Morning" ☪︎
Veronica had her arms wrapped around your waist, yours around her neck, Kev unlocked the door and pushed in, the two of you stumbling into the house together. V led you to the couch and you both sat down, your lips and body craved more of them but you were far too tired to continue.
She leaned over and gently kissed your lips, and you met hers lazily before she carefully pushed you to lie on your back. You hummed, a mix of sleepiness and need, she kissed down your neck to your chest. Sighing out her name, she paused, looking up at you.
“I’m tired…” You murmured and she nodded in understanding, laying her head down on your chest, closing her eyes. Kev turned on the lamp in the corner then sat on the floor rubbing his face. You turned your head towards him and spoke in a soft whisper, not wanting to wake V.
“Thanks for inviting me, I haven’t had that much fun since high school.” He let out a soft chuckle at your words, taking his flannel off and tossing it to the side.
“Good, you’re fun to be around…you taste good too…” He breathed out that last part, making your cheeks flush even more than they already were thanks to the alcohol. Your fingers were gliding up and down Veronica's back in the loose top she was wearing. You were quiet for a minute before summoning him over with a nod of your head.
He carefully scooted closer till his face was right up to yours. “What?” He whispered, but he could tell what you desired by how your lips parted for him. You reached out with your left hand grasping his chin, your lips taking his slowly, his hand moved to cover your forehead pushing stray hairs away from your face, tongue sliding in your mouth gently, teasingly.
“Fuck..” you murmured against him before pulling back. “I-I don’t do this, random hookups with people I barely know…” you whispered worriedly.
He just laughed at you quietly, his gaze moving to Veronica, eyes on her admirably. “Neither do we—at least not since we got together, but we both just liked you.” He said with a shrug before brushing her cheek with his thumb, she was dead asleep against you, but she looked heavenly.
He got up slowly and grabbed a blanket off the ottoman, laying it over you both.
“Night.” He whispered before heading upstairs.
You stared up at the ceiling, everything still slightly hazed over thanks to your impairment. Veronica shifted on top of you, looking to get more comfortable on the medium sized couch.
You grunted a little but wrapped your arm securely around her waist before shutting your eyes whilst shaking your head in disbelief with yourself.
...
Come morning, you were met by the sight of Veronica, groggily groaning as she sat upright atop of you. Your eyes blinked open, a throbbing sensation on the left side of your brain but your focus on that halted at the sight before you.
The woman was a stunner even if her make up was a bit smudged and she looked like that of a grumpy cat at the moment. The straps of her flowy top were hanging off her shoulders, shirt dipping low at the front so in your direct line of sight was her chest making you gulp.
She blinked her eyes a few times till her gaze met yours steadily.
“Shiiiiiiit…” she dragged out the curse, the night's events seemingly coming back to her.
“Mmph- we didn’t?” She asked in a yawn, rubbing her eye and you quickly shook your head still a bit gobsmacked by the situation.
Your hands were still at your sides, but one occasionally twitched, instinct telling you to hold her steady. Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at her, waiting for her to make the next move since you sure as hell didn’t know what to do.
“Mm, I need to brush my teeth-“ She said whilst clicking her tongue against her teeth. She stood up off you and stretched before looking back down at you.
“Wanna come grab a shower? It’ll help with the headache.” She offered sweetly, having definite firsthand knowledge on waking up with a hangover.
“I really don’t want to impose…” you mumbled unsurely, sitting up a bit too fast, your hand racing to clutch your forehead.
She giggled then slowly grabbed your hands, already leading you up the stairs. Taking you into the bathroom then quietly shutting the door, it was small—cluttered, but still kept clean.
“Go ahead, don’t be shy- I think we’re past that by now.” She laughed a little before grabbing her toothbrush then scoffing at the state of her face in the mirror.
“un-fucking-believable.” She muttered to herself.
As you started carefully undressing she grabbed a makeup wipe and began meticulously removing the remnants off her face. You opened the shower curtain and carefully set it to hot.
The moment you stepped into the water your shoulders dropped in relief and a satisfied sigh left your lips. Veronica let out a soft giggle then spoke whilst brushing her teeth. “Feels good, huh?”
“Good? Amazing, yeah…” you breathed out, your body twisting under the spray hitting your aching muscles just right. Veronica had felt nice on top of you, the couch under you? Not so much.
“ I need coffee, towels are here and you can just grab something to wear from my room, it’s right there once you get out.” She patted her face dry with a towel then walked out, leaving you to your shower.
You stayed in for a few more seconds before wrapping yourself up in a blue and white striped towel, opening the bathroom door.
What looked to be their bedroom door was cracked open slightly, so you pushed it open but paused in your tracks as you saw Kevin sleeping there bare, there was nothing covering the man besides a thin sheet which did nothing to hide his proudly standing morning wood.
You swallowed and took in the sight for another minute before tiptoeing over to the dresser. You slid open the drawers quietly, grabbing the first black t-shirt you saw then sliding the drawer back shut— it got stuck. Halfway into pushing it closed, the damned thing jammed.
You let out the quietest whine, cursing your luck, gave it a nudge with your hip but it wouldn’t give. As you did that the dresser shook, it wasn’t too loud but just loud enough to rouse Kev.
“V…is that you?” He groaned out, scratching his chest a little.
You stayed quiet, biting your lip as to not make a peep. He groaned again then opened his eyes, blurry vision starting to come too, quickly realizing it in fact wasn’t V.
He sat up carefully, member twitching under the thin fabric as he did so.
“Mmm…hi neighbor.” He hummed out, you turned around slowly, foolishly looking down at his other head before looking to his face.
He chuckled, grabbing a cigarette off the side table.
“Sorry ‘bout him, every morning; like clockwork.” He grumbled out, lighting the cig, sleepy grin on his face.
This was all so weird, you thought to yourself and yet you had no intention of walking away from any of it yet, because this weird was new and exciting in ways that had you throbbing at your core…
“Y-you’re fine, it’s my bad…” you mumbled, eyes trained on his face.
“Are you gonna put the shirt on orrr stay in the towel—I mean either option’s fine to me.” He said in the middle of a puff, nodding at the t-shirt you were holding up against yourself.
You blushed then scrambled for a sec, he just laid back against the headboard and closed his eyes. You took that moment to slide the oversized t-shirt over your head, dropping the towel to the floor. Once it fully covered you he peeked an eye open.
“Decent?” He hummed out in a question.
“Mostly..” you muttered the reply.
“Come sit with me.” He asked softly, you hesitated—only because it was quite the intimate situation.
“Relax, just sit with me, no funny business.” He assured you playfully.
You sighed, slowly crawling up and onto the bed, far enough away from him but still close enough that you could smell his natural musk mixing with the odor of the cigarette.
“You sleep okay?” You asked casually, trying to remain calm even as he laid there beside you naked and now half-hardened, too damn chill about it himself.
He shrugged, “fine, I always get good sleep when I’m stoned, you?” He raised his eyebrow, putting the cigarette out on the dish.
Nodding slowly, your eyes moved down to the tattoos on his chest. “For the most part yeah, couch was a bit stiff on my back but V felt good.”
He smirked at that, settling back on his elbow.
“Yeahh, V’s a damn good cuddler. That’s for sure.” He sighed out, his head tilting back against the headboard.
You scoffed softly. “Are you sure you haven’t done this kinda thing before? You’re so…at ease.” You questioned, getting more comfortable on the bed yourself.
He let out a soft laugh, seemingly surprised by the fact himself.
“I know right, I dunno. The vibes are just right I guess, and the answer’s still no. Haven’t done a random hookup thing- well actually, we haven't even really hooked up yet. Technically we just kissed a whole lot…” He pointed out, adjusting his hips as he resettled, your eyes looking down before going back up.
“S-stop moving so much…” you murmured out, the bed having shaken you a little as he did so.
He grinned again, “Why?”
You huffed, “You know why— ugh I can’t, this is too weird.” Starting to get up to leave you pulled away but he swiftly grabbed your hand.
“Fuck, okay, hold on, I’m sorry.” He quickly mumbled out, looking at you with hazy light brown eyes.
You sat down once more cautiously, allowing him to continue.
“But c’mon, you and I both know there's something here. Sure, maybe last night sped up the process a bit but don’t deny yourself the pleasure just because of times’ sake…You already trust V and I.”
His hand moved to rub your knee gently and you groaned softly, at war with yourself.
“A bit?? It’s been A DAY, Kev…” You reminded him but he just shrugged.
“So, that’s 24 hours…time’s not real, how you feel is.”
That was stupid. But what he’d said before wasn’t wrong, you already trusted the couple, and damn it felt good to be sandwiched between them as you kissed like no tomorrow.
It all went against everything you stood for though but as Kevin’s fingers dragged up your thigh while he watched you think, your past beliefs felt fleeting…
You swallowed, eyes locking onto Kevs. “What’s this gonna be then?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Don’t overthink it, sweetheart, just let it happen.” He whispered before grabbing you by your hips and dragging you closer. You were sitting on your knees, them pressed against his chest as he still lay there.
He pulled you down slowly by your shirt, his mouth connecting with yours in a gentle rhythm, lips parting, tongues gliding till he smirked against you; muttering something roughly that sent a wave of arousal right down to your core.
“I could just stuff myself inside you right now…but I’ll let us build up to that, wait till you’re damn sure.” He leaned in to peck your lips then groaned as he reached onto the floor and grabbed some boxers, slipping those on then getting up.
You let out the hybrid mix of a scoff/whimper/whine, then followed him with your eyes as he stood up off the bed.
He twisted from side to side, stretching before turning around to you and adjusting himself in the boxers, “C’mon, I’m starved.” He reached out for you then pulled you up off the bed too, taking your hand and leading you behind him as he descended the stairs.
…
V was in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs based on the scent wafting in the air. She looked at you and Kev with a raised eyebrow.
“Mm, don’t tell me you two went and had fun without me.” She smirked, not looking worried at all.
You scoffed quietly then took a seat at their dining table. Kev went into the kitchen and crept behind Veronica, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his lips up to her ear as he muttered.
“Nah…I know better than that, baby.” Proceeding to kiss down her neck as she stood at the stove.
“E-enlighten me, are you two in some open relationship? I have questions.” You rubbed your forehead, headache returning in full force.
Kevin kept his hands and lips on V, mumbling against her skin. “She has questions, V.”
Veronica rolled her eyes at him, giving him a playful shove away but not actually letting him go anywhere.
“We’re not, we were monogamous actually, before you anyway.” She replied, nodding for Kev to pass her the pepper.
He reluctantly pulled away from her and went for the cabinet with all the spices in it, setting it down on the counter beside her.
“Fun fact, Veronica and Fiona don’t have a lot of girlfriends—” Kevin suddenly uttered at her side, your head perked up and turned to them fully.
She gave him an elbow to the rib, causing him to keel over the counter. “W-what the fuck, V!” He groaned out.
You let out a soft, reluctant, chuckle at the sight before carrying on. “How was that at all related to my question?” You laughed.
He stood tall again, clutching his stomach giving V a glare. “Mmph, I was getting there.” He huffed and shook his head before continuing, leaving the kitchen then standing behind you at the table.
His hands gripped the chairs backing as he leaned over you, his scent made you dizzy but you focused on his words, tilting your head back to look at him.
“Go on then, continue.” You muttered.
He cleared his throat, looking down at you, the two of you locking eyes. “As I was saying, they don’t have a lot of girlfriends but the three of you hit it off last night…and I think it should be a regular thing.” He hummed out, looking proud of himself, he slowly glanced at V with a smirk.
Veronica moved her gaze to you, turning off the stove.
“He’s kinda an idiot, huh?” You smiled at her.
She pursed her lips then nodded. “Damn straight, and I’d say no to his suggestion if I didn’t already like you so much.” She conceded, plating her eggs then coming over to you both, taking a seat in the chair beside you.
The two of you couldn’t help but laugh once a beat of silence passed, Kev just pouted and went over to pick some eggs off of V’s plate.
“Whatever! I was just tryna help!” He stormed off upstairs, pouting like a sad puppy.
You turned your head to watch him sulk on his way up, once he was surely gone, you looked back to V, voice sincere.
“Look, on a real note, I did have a ton of fun last night…the partying and, well, that other stuff.” You blushed at the memory.
She took a sip of her coffee then nodded with a small laugh. “So did I, and despite Kevin’s hideous delivery, I’d like it—all of it, to become a more regular thing.” She smiled at you. “Well, we could dial back the beers next time.” She said with a wink.
You bit your lip and hummed out another question. “Forgive me for asking, but why don’t you and Fiona have more girlfriends—you’re absolute gold.”
She knocked her head to the side lightly and reached for her mug again. “Pretentious bitches really.” She stated, shaking her head.
Right away, you nodded, understanding completely. “Mm makes sense, you’re sexy and they can’t stand it, hm?” You smirked at her and she smiled right back.
“That’s too bad, leaves more of you for me though.” You uttered out without thinking of the words insinuation. You paused and brought your eyes back to her.
“I knew I liked you.” She replied, going back to eating casually.
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… -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ written by @brownies4lin ™
a/n: It took a few days to cook this one up and I had no intention in making a part 3 originally, but once I hit 2.7k words on this second part...yeah. And I wanted to take the story so much further than this.
