(professional tennis player!teddy spencer x upcoming tennis player!black female reader)
⋆˚꩜｡ authors note: heey yall! i hope yall enjoy this. sorry for being inactive on the writing 😭, give me feedback & if yall like it ill drop chapter two when yall want it (it’s already written 🧍🏿♀️). - k 💋
⋆˚꩜｡ contains: coach james showing reader around the facility. teddy being a little cocky with his high-yellow self 😒. but ofc reader ain’t falling for his bs… yet 🤭
⋆˚꩜｡ enemies to lovers trope 🌚, 90% proof read 🧍🏿♀️
Monday • 5:32 A.M.
Los Angeles Tennis Center
Los Angeles, California
The California sun hadn’t fully climbed over the hills yet, but the Los Angeles Tennis Center was already awake.
The rhythmic pop of tennis balls echoed across twenty-three immaculate courts, blending with the squeak of sneakers against hard court, the hum of ball machines, and the occasional whistle cutting through the crisp morning air. Coaches barked instructions from behind the baselines while athletic trainers rolled carts stacked with resistance bands, coolers, and foam rollers toward the performance building. Somewhere inside, the scent of fresh coffee drifted through the open lobby as players wandered in with racket bags slung over their shoulders, preparing for another day.
For the athletes who trained here, this wasn’t luxury. It was routine. The world’s best didn’t come here to be comfortable. They came here to win.
Coach James Wright stood on the second-floor balcony overlooking the outdoor courts, a clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he scanned the day’s training schedule. Reading glasses rested low on his nose, though he barely looked through them anymore. After nearly two decades of coaching some of the biggest names in professional tennis, he knew exactly where every player was supposed to be before the ink even dried on the schedule.
A familiar sound cracked through the morning air.
THWACK.
Another serve.
THWACK.
James didn’t have to look toward Court One to know who it was.
“You’re late,” he called, not bothering to raise his voice.
The serving stopped as a tall figure stepped around the baseline, racket spinning lazily in one hand.
“I’ve been here since five.” James finally looked up.
Theodore Spencer: Twenty-seven years old, World No. 8, and America’s golden boy.
At six-foot-five, Teddy carried the kind of presence that made people notice him before he ever opened his mouth. Broad shoulders built from years of Division I football filled out his fitted training shirt, while sandy-brown curls, damp with sweat, escaped beneath a backwards white Nike cap.
A few loose strands rested against his forehead, and the California sun caught the sheen of sweat along his neck and forearms—evidence of yet another morning that had started long before everyone else’s.
Coach James knew a good serve when he saw it. “You call those serves?” James asked. A crooked grin tugged at Teddy’s mouth, “I call them aces.”
James snorted. “You would’ve missed three returns against Sinner.”
“I wasn’t playing Sinner.”
“No,” James replied evenly. “You’re playing yourself. Even worse.” The grin disappeared. Good, James preferred him focused and humbled.
Without another word, Teddy returned to the baseline. He bounced the tennis ball three times against the hard court.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His shoulders relaxed as the routine settled into instinct. He tossed the ball high into the California sky.
THWACK.
The serve kissed the sideline before exploding into the back fence, much better. James scribbled a quick note onto his clipboard before movement near the front entrance caught his attention.
A silver BMW rolled through the security gates and came to a smooth stop outside the main performance building.
Right on time. He closed the clipboard with a quiet snap. “Finally.”
You stared through the windshield for a second longer than necessary. The silver lettering stretched across the entrance.
LOS ANGELES TENNIS CENTER
A few months ago, seeing those four words would’ve made you cry. Now… your stomach felt like it was trying to climb into your throat.
Your agent called it the opportunity of a lifetime and ESPN called you the newest American breakout player. Social media had already started throwing around phrases like future Grand Slam champion and the next face of women’s tennis.
You called it… Fucking terrifying. The engine fell silent.
You reached for the rearview mirror out of habit, giving yourself one last once-over. Your knotless bohemian braids had survived the flight from Miami surprisingly well.
A few loose curls framed your face beneath a black Nike visor, your edges still perfectly laid despite traveling across the country. Soft orange blush warmed your cheeks, matching the accents on your training set, while your fresh acrylic nails—short enough for competition but still detailed with tiny chrome designs—wrapped comfortably around the handle of your racket bag.
If you were about to embarrass yourself… at least you’d look good doing it.
Girl… get it together. You’ve played in front of thousands of people. This is just practice. Except… It wasn’t.
This was where Grand Slam champions trained, Olympic medalists, even World No. 1s.
Players whose posters had once covered your bedroom wall… One poster in particular.
You pushed the thought away before climbing out of the BMW, slinging your racket bag over one shoulder.
The California air felt different from Miami’s humid mornings. It carried the scent of sunscreen, freshly cut grass, and hard-court acrylic already beginning to warm beneath the rising sun. Outdoor courts stretched farther than you could count. Clay courts glowed a rich burnt orange in the distance while a glass-walled gym overlooked nearly every practice court on the property.
Players moved from building to building with the quiet confidence of people who’d spent years belonging here.
Nobody stared. Nobody whispered. Nobody cared who you were. Here… everyone was elite. You just weren’t sure you belonged yet.
“Welcome to L.A.”
The voice pulled you from your thoughts.
Coach James Wright descended the front steps with an easy smile, extending his hand before you even had the chance to introduce yourself.
“I’ve been looking forward to this.”
You returned the handshake with a smile, “Thank you for having me.”
“No,” he corrected with a smile. “Thank yourself. You earned it.” Some of the tension in your chest eased. Just enough for you to finally breathe.
“Come on,” James said, effortlessly lifting one of your bags before you could protest. “Let’s get you settled.”
You fell into step beside him, taking in every inch of the facility as you passed through the gates. Courts buzzed with early morning practices while trainers hurried between buildings carrying clipboards and coolers.
Somewhere nearby, another ball machine whirred to life.
Across the complex, on Court One, a pair of greenish-blue eyes lifted from the opposite baseline.
Who’s that?
Teddy caught only a glimpse. A new player must be.
Long bohemian braids swayed against the back of a black training jacket as she walked beside James, her racket bag hanging effortlessly from one shoulder.
Another prospect.
He looked away before you ever turned around. Doesn’t matter. I’ve got enough on my plate.
He bounced another tennis ball against the court.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The toss felt perfect. The swing felt clean. Yet somehow…
TWANG.
The serve slammed straight into the net.
Coach James led you through the heart of the Los Angeles Tennis Center at an unhurried pace, offering a nod or greeting every few feet as players and staff passed by.
“Morning, Coach.”
“See you at twelve.”
“Need anything from the equipment room?”
He answered everyone by name.
You noticed that immediately. There wasn’t an ounce of intimidation in the way people approached him. Respect, absolutely. But it was the kind that had been earned over years—not demanded.
“I know this place looks overwhelming,” James said, glancing over his shoulder. “Give it two weeks.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Two weeks?” you said looking around at the atmosphere.
“You’ll know where everything is before I do.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “I seriously doubt that I’m terrible with remembering things at times.”
“So did everyone else.” He pushed open a set of glass doors leading into the main performance building. Cool air rushed over your skin as the sounds of tennis softened behind you.
The lobby was sleek without feeling cold. Framed photographs lined one wall—Grand Slam champions, Olympic medalists, Davis Cup teams—all frozen in moments of triumph. Beneath each photo sat a small engraved plaque with the player’s name and the year they’d trained under Coach James.
Your eyes lingered on a few familiar faces. Some of the greatest players to ever pick up a racket had walked these same halls. Don’t think about that. You’ll psych yourself out.
James noticed where you were looking. “They’re reminders,” he said. “Not expectations.”
You looked at him. “A lot of people come in here thinking they have to live up to everyone on that wall. Wrong mindset.”
“What should it be?”
He smiled, “Be better than you were yesterday.” Simple enough, right?
It sounded exactly like something your dad would’ve said.
You nodded to yourself, quietly committing the words to memory.
They continued down a long hallway, passing an open film room where half a dozen players sat silently watching match footage projected across a massive screen. One coach paused the video, rewound a point, then replayed it from three different angles while players scribbled notes into worn notebooks.
“No phones in there during review sessions,” James explained. “You’re here to learn, not scroll on Tiktak.”
You grinned, “Noted.”
The next stop was the recovery wing. Rows of compression boots lined one wall while ice baths sat tucked into tiled alcoves nearby. Athletic trainers moved efficiently between treatment tables, wrapping ankles, stretching hamstrings, checking shoulders, and talking quietly with players about soreness before tomorrow’s sessions.
“You’ll spend almost as much time recovering as you do practicing,” James said. “The younger players usually hate hearing that.”
“I don’t.” You shrugged as you eyed the trainers and equipment.
He glanced at you with his bushy eyebrows raised, “No?”
“My dad used to say recovery was part of training.”
James chuckled.
“I think your father and I would’ve gotten along, sounds like a great man.”
The hallway opened into an expansive gym overlooking nearly every outdoor practice court. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the space with morning sunlight, revealing rows of squat racks, cable machines, assault bikes, sleds, and Olympic lifting platforms.
Several players were already finishing strength sessions. One woman deadlifted what looked like twice your bodyweight while another balanced on a BOSU ball catching medicine balls from her trainer.
Nobody looked around. Nobody cared who had just walked in. Everyone was too busy becoming better than they had been yesterday.
“I like that,” you murmured.
“What?”
“No one’s trying to impress anybody.”
James folded his arms. “Hell they’re all too busy trying to impress themselves.” The sentence settled somewhere deep in your chest.
Mhm… I think i’ll like it here. As you exited the gym, the unmistakable scent of fresh fruit drifted down the corridor.
The smoothie bar.
It buzzed with quiet conversation. Blenders roared behind the counter while players crowded around high-top tables between sessions, protein shakes and breakfast wraps scattered across tabletops beside notebooks and water bottles. It looked more like a trendy café than part of one of the most elite tennis facilities in the country.
“You’ll probably end up living here,” James said.
You laughed, “I practically survived college on smoothies and ramen noodles honestly.”
“Good. Save the cashier the trouble of learning another complicated order.”
“I don’t have a complicated order.”
James gave you a look. “I’ve coached long enough to know that’s never true.” A smile tugged at your lips.
Maybe this place wasn’t going to be as intimidating as you’d convinced yourself.
Outside, another sharp crack echoed through the open doors.
THWACK!
Then another.
THWACK!
You looked toward the outdoor courts almost instinctively.
“Who’s still practicing?”
James didn’t even have to check. “Oh that’s probably Teddy.”
The name landed with surprising familiarity. Of course it did.
You’d heard commentators say it for years. You’d watched highlight reels after your own matches in college. You’d watched him win ATP titles from your dorm room at the University of Miami.
Your dad had even paused one of Teddy’s matches once just to point at the television.
“Watch how patient he is before he attacks the point.”
You remembered rolling your eyes.
“Dad… I know.”
Now… He was somewhere beyond those doors. Close enough that you could hear every serve.
James noticed your expression “You know who he is?”
You scoffed softly as your eyes briefly rolled “I think everybody knows who Teddy Spencer is.”
“Probably. That’s why his head s’big now.” You both chuckled.
Another serve cracked through the air.
CRACK!
Then another.
THWACK!
Then silence.
James glanced at the watch around his wrist.
“Looks like he’s finally finished.”
Almost on cue, the locker room door at the opposite end of the hallway swung open.
The deep rumble of laughter carried through the corridor before a few members of the men’s training group filtered inside, talking over one another as they grabbed water bottles from a nearby cooler.
“You hear James brought somebody new in?”
“Yeah.”
“Women’s side.”
“Supposedly she legit.”
“We’ll see.”
Behind them, Teddy Spencer emerged with a towel draped around his shoulders, absently rubbing it across the back of his neck as damp curls escaped beneath his backwards cap. His fitted white training shirt clung to his broad frame after nearly three hours on court, veins still visible along his forearms as he tucked his racket beneath one arm.
He barely looked up. “S’coach around?”
James sighed dramatically as he rubbed over his salt and pepper colored beard. “Unfortunately, i’m still here.”
Teddy’s voice carried just enough for James to hear, “Guess practice ain’t over then.”
James smirked, “Not even close.” Your brown eyes flickered in his direction, but couldn’t see him yet.
A concrete support column stood between you and the hallway where the men’s group had gathered.
But you recognized the voice immediately, Lower than you’d expected— calm and confident.
James motioned for you to follow, “Come on.” He started to walk as his shoes lightly squeaked. You adjusted the strap of your racket bag before stepping after him.
And in just a few more seconds… You were finally going to meet Theodore Spencer.
You adjusted the strap of your racket bag as you followed Coach James farther down the hallway. The chatter from the smoothie bar gradually faded behind you, replaced by the familiar squeak of sneakers against polished concrete, the distant whir of a racket-stringing machine, and the low murmur of conversations spilling out of nearby locker rooms. Every few steps another player passed, offering James an easy nod or greeting before disappearing toward recovery or the weight room.
“You’ll get to know everybody eventually,” James said. “Some faster than others.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” You replied.
“You should.” He replied.
The hallway widened into a corridor lined with framed tournament posters, each commemorating a Grand Slam champion who had trained under James at one point in their career. Your eyes drifted over the names instinctively, but your attention was stolen almost immediately by voices carrying from somewhere around the corner.
“…I’m just saying, if we’re doing sprints again tomorrow, I’m calling OSHA.” A chorus of laughter bounced off the walls.
“You’re soft.”
“Says the one who almost threw up after ladders.”
“Chill I had food poisoning that day.”
“You had two protein shakes.”
Another round of laughter echoed through the corridor. As you rounded the corner behind him, the source of the commotion finally came into view.
Four men stood clustered outside the locker room, each dressed in some variation of Nike training gear with towels slung around their necks and rackets balanced casually against their shoulders. They looked like they’d stepped straight out of an ATP campaign—tall, athletic, exhausted from practice, yet somehow polished enough to end up on magazine covers before lunchtime.
One of them spotted James first, “There he is.”
Another groaned dramatically. “Coach, tell Teddy we’re done for the day.”
James folded his arms. “Teddy… are you done for the day?” A dry voice answered without hesitation, “Man hell no.”
“Then there’s your answer.” James shrugged.
The group laughed while one player shook his head.
“Man, you make the rest of us look bad.”
“That’s because y’all are bad, sorry asses.” the same deep voice teased before laughing.
Your eyes followed it before your brain had the chance to stop them. Teddy Spencer in the flesh. Boy was he a sight to see…
天空の、神々しい ⛐ ᩙᮬ ⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀㆑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍. ⟩ 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖞 intertwined with. ▷ 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮-𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 creed sister!blackfemreader . . . it’s complicated guys. so very complicated. but cameron hopes that after tonight, after you’ve seen the somewhat great effort shown, you’ll fallllllllll back into his lap and you’ll let him hold you as you were meant to be held. because yes! now he really wants to hold you. the cold that once froze over his heart is no more. you could thank your pussy for that. # in my shonda rhimes bag too cause she raised me. here, cameron tries a little tenderness . . . but many a tear has to fall. cause it’s all in the game. all in the wonderful game . . . as we know as love. -tommy edwards.
kitti’s gotta warn ya 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁. // ꫂ᭪݁ you can’t run. not from cammie cam ¡ ⋆༝༚༝༚ pretty-strong-۫language ⚞^. .^⚟ .. it’s been a harsh four nights, but cam’s determined & ༘⋆ you’re . . . on edge ! cam’s still a cheater ! ৻ꪆ reader’s realised she might actually be just a little trinket! awwwwwh babes )-: you’re so scared!! unequal emotions. three lives are being affected. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ cameron ˙ᵕ˙ may want a family. 𐔌 a little munchkin! ˗ˏˋ with you! & h.e’s not even dedicated to his future wife. men! am i rite, l.adies?¿ .! “. first rough patch )-: it’s super early, so you know it’s real — he genuinely thinks he’s saying the right thing.
ᦵ .݂ ֯ 𓇮 𝖙𝓱𝓮 cannon did not want children. that’s what he’s told every journalist, every super supporter in his comment section, and mama cade; he did not see himself producing offspring with his beautiful fianceé. ysabelle cade was okay with that, for she too did not want any mini version. children are fragile and loud and expensive and cameron cade’s pretty selfish. but there was an odd, impossible to ignore, twinge at the centre of his gut that had invaded the moment he laid his eyes on you . . . again, cuddled beside the mini creed-taylor.
it’d been only four nights since the celebration . . . and you dreaded the idea of facing life around cameron after that rendezvous. you were gonna say it. that word, and he knew. he’s worked it all over in his head and he was certain. certain that he wasn’t thinking himself loony. and because you didn’t do well around him or ysa’s friend group, you wanted nothing more than for the happenings of that night to be erased. he’s getting married soon, maybe it was time you you went back to pining over him. and he should do the same — minus the pining part, obviously.
but he was . . . starting to actually like you. he couldn’t say it for sure, but he definitely didn’t hate you anymore. he didn’t want to. he didn’t think he would label this new development as feelings, which was a word that held way too much emotional weight, but . . . he felt different. there hadn’t even been a moment where he wanted to dump you off somewhere. the desire to be cruel to you was pretty much gone. only took two sessions and to be apart for four nights!
seemed too easy.
sure, he could still mash you if he tried, but he didn’t want to try anymore. instead, he wants to share a private meal and learn you. everything after high-school. the bits he consciously chose to miss. like, why’d you turn away from finance and go into education? or, did you keep up with his professional stats . . . even for a short while? or, with whom from the past decade would you consider ‘serious’?
and cameron doesn’t even realise he’s staring blankly into space until he’s elbowed in the soft meat of his waist and told that he looks stupid staring into space. adonis reminds his good friend, and former opponent, to remove those sneakers and line ‘em up on the rack. his woman didn’t like tracks around their place and cameron tended to treat every living space like his own. and though cameron knew bianca’s rule, he enjoyed working her nerve.
thinking of b : “mm, was just about to text you two. again.” she’s descending the mahogany stairs, looking between the grown men holding three brown-paper bags each. tonight’s meal. a day-old tradition bianca wanted to incorporate into their lives. she says she misses the inner-circle’s closeness. but in actuality, she was apart of a facebook group that made her feel guilty for not hosting frequent, intimate gatherings to ‘strengthen familial connections’.
with a finger, bianca motions toward the pearly white kitchen, sprinkling droplets. when she touches the bottom, instead of following the guys, she goes for the front door, still wagging water from her hands. she peers through that frosty, opaque opening, wondering if maybe they’d returned with a third and just left her outside? but no. there was no third. bianca twists the lock down and turns on both heels, curls bouncing in her effortless, shaggy high pony.
“cam, where’s ysa? i know you saw my message.” yeah, he did see it. but ysa was . . . she wasn’t feeling it. she was in a mood. and cameron wasn’t in the mood for her mood; no one liked ysa when she got into her little moods. “really? not feelin’ dinner? - i swear we were on the phone like an hour ago, she seemed fine.” well, anything can happen in an hour. everyone knew that. a five minute argument had the power to ruin someone’s entire week.
and while bianca’s unloading a paper bag, something in her spirit does not believe that bleak, weirdly vague excuse. his hesitation was unappreciated and quite concerning, since when he didn’t have donnie’s shoulder to whine on, he had hers. it was almost offensive he wasn’t up for a little blabbering. but she guessed it be best to leave that where it was for now. because no one liked cam when he got into his little moods —
plus, she’d find out when ysa called later tonight. that’s what usually happened anyways. after any and every disagreement, no matter how big or small, cameron left for some fight club forty minutes out to ‘cool off’, and ysa rang bianca . . . slurring over words, finger tangled around the stem of a tall wine glass overflowing with bitter red wine.
“we got’chu next time.” which sounded honest enough. “promise, bia. ‘nd you know i keep my promises.” pssh. bianca’s crunching two paper bags into a gigantic ball, her lips crooked upward, and an expression of yeah fucking right plastered on her face. if he lied to her again, he was liable to get struck by lightning.
“grab those two for me, would’ya?” and he watches bianca stab a wooden spoon over at the center most bit of her and adonis’ living area: lamps, vanilla candles, and ceiling lights set on warm-yellow. the brown curtains, matching the pillows and throw blankets in shade, are swiped back to let the natural deep blue evening sky spill in. “mara’s helping us cook. she would not leave me alone ‘bout it,” with a soft smile.
cameron nods, drumming both hands above the countertop before pushing off and heading around. he tried to hide his uneasiness. you were so cute looking; skipping with your niece in a dress the babiest of pinks, a cone-shaped headdress balancing atop your hair, wand in one hand and wii-stick in the other —
“. . . heey -?” but his voice dies flat when he can feel his cheeks go hot. he decides he’d rather not interrupt, because for the next minute or so, you were the imaginary mother of his imaginary kid.
the cannon did not want children. but if there had been any blessings left for him in this world, he would not mind it. this. just one munchkin. one chunky munchkin that was half yours. he would commit and do the whole parenting thing with you. only if the universe were to ever allow that ending . . . but he would not dare get his hopes high. this situation was a nasty one, he could admit.
it takes thirty seconds for the dance round to come to a bittersweet end. you’re out of breath, posed like you’ve just wrapped up a sold, worldwide pop tour. and amara, she’s in a similar state — the glitter within her purple tutu catching the rainbow lights as she wobbles precariously on her tiptoes. she manages all of two wonky steps before pitching sideways into your thigh, clutching onto you for dear life just before she can face-plant into the carpet.
cameron licks back a chuckle — and the instant amara looks his way, he quickly schools his features, wiping the grin from his face before she can mistake it for mockery. he raised one hand to his mouth, a sign he’s learned as a generic question: you okay, mara?
she rubs her tiny chin, humming and just now remembering that round four required a third dancer. little fingers fluttering and shaping each word in the air: i ‘may’ feel better if you play with me and auntie. they finish at her waist, where she gives an eager wiggle, wearing the sweetest, most hopeful smile ever.
cameron turns to you first and you’re stuck looking at cutie amara, mindlessly twirling a soft curl about one finger, unwilling to meet his face. he wasn't sure whether he was deserving of that. whatever’s happening right now. but he lifts both big hands anyway and goes: finish dinner. okay? bia . . . [searching for the appropriate sign]. waits for you. the girl offers her uncle a good job thumb. then, with one small nod in her auntie’s direction: “and you,” he said.
amara marched up the puffy couch cushions and swiveled over like a superhero. a short-cut, she called it. you didn’t have the luxury of doing such superhero move, so you take the long-way, silly fabric squiggling behind — “i want a minute.”
that’s when you halt and look over your shoulder, puffing out a deep, annoyed sigh. as much as he didn’t want to start anything or make a fuss in your brother’s home, there was no sleeping tonight if he didn’t get what he had on his heart off. “jus’ one. swear.” sounded too familiar and you can recall how that resulted: the l word nearly slipping free.
he promised not to touch you. he promised to stand at arm’s length. and while you’re lapping it over in your mind for the moment, he anxiously awaited your response. but before an answer can be exchanged, adonis claps him on the shoulder. the skin-to-skin strike was loud and must’ve been painful, but cameron didn’t have any sort of reaction. adonis had something cool to show off. something about the world cup. “real quick, real quick,” pulling at cameron’s weight.
upon entering the kitchen, you’re immediately assigned to vegetable dicing and chicken seasoning. “what was that?” bianca wondered, handing over an extra container of oregano and black pepper. “what was what?” but she can see right through your act of cluelessness . . . not enough to put two-and-two together though. she knew that you and cameron grew up constantly bumping heads, so whatever that was could’ve been about anything. literally. anything. tipping each other over the ledge never took a lot.
“just not in front of mara.” who was spooning a huge bowl of jiffy cornbread mix, crown lopsided and cheeks somehow streaked with flour. “i beggg,” while kindly cuffing your arm. of course. of course. never would your niece see you like that. arguing with a man over something so . . . yeah.
as you’re chopping through two fat carrots, you can only think about cameron. the last four nights were bizarre, but it also felt weirdly natural — not normal, but undemanding. missing him felt like . . . it felt right. it felt like you’d returned to planet earth after spending some time in space.
you already liked him, but the want for friendship didn’t scare you anymore. for the first time ever. and obviously, for that to happen, you and cameron would have to stop fucking and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that to end just yet. whatever this was, it was a shitty place. but it wasn’t exactly a horrible place; better than arguing and kicking at the other. just one filled with a lot of frustration and confusion and unfaithfulness . . .
and in order for a casual-friendship to work, you [a]. had to stand up for yourself. this ‘i fucking despise you’ dynamic was so tired. and [b]. you seriously couldn’t have sex with him again . . .
— the real test of character was here. right now. dinner was over and the dishes were stacked away. amara got four more just dance! rounds out of her family and was down for the night. adonis snuggled in the same bed, snoring amongst fairy-lights and glowy stars. and his wife was in a private bathroom, singing to tamar braxton, applying the rest of a charcoal face mask and waiting for ysa to call.
as for cameron . . . he was missing you in that fairytale costume. he’s still at the dining table taking irregular swigs from a longneck bottle of warm beer and watching you gather up your belongings.
he has his bottom lip pulled between his thumb and forefinger in contemplation. he couldn’t remember the last time he’s ever been this anxious — absolutely terrified — to speak to a woman. or the last time panic rattled his entirety at the mere thought of potentially never being able to have a pussy squeezing his cock again. this was torture; to be in your presence and not have you as he wanted you.
“what time you plan on leaving out?” he dropped his fingers from his lips and redirected his weirdly intense gaze elsewhere. he’s assuming that you must’ve found it strange that he’s sat back longer than he also expected. now looking at you: “after . . .” cameron scoots the chair a bit, “. . . i get that conversation.”
guess this was the perfect window.
you’re seeing him begin to stand from the dining table and in what seemed like the longest second of your life, you wanted to unclasp his belt and jump into his arms. it was impossible not to. it was impossible not to want him. to ache for him and hope for him, as you’ve always had . . . “i was going to say it.”
he guessed it was nice to have a confirmation. “hasn’t left my mind.” after countless feeble attempts, it was no use. it was and had to be your body under his. from here on and forever. you’ve made his home life impossible. he can not kiss his fiancée as he used to, because her lips are not your own. he can not hug his fiancée, because her body is not your own. just existing here now, mere feet from you, has his resolute hanging by a thread.
“but, y’know. that’s what happens during sex - we say things we don’t mean,” you blurted. a cheap cop-out. one he couldn’t accept. or embrace. did you seriously think he’d take that?
“it’s been a long, hard coupl’a nights . . . and i’ve . . . i’ve underestimated you.” or rather, he believed he couldn’t fall for the girl he used to pinch and bite following rough, adult sex in a muggy, male locker-room. but that’s what he did.
he wasn’t too worried though. about this here. he knew he could get your legs open again as soon as this madness was all over.
“i’ve tried reaching you- calls. texts. voicemails. that phone broke?” cameron gestures to the device indenting one front pocket. no, it was not broken. nor cracked a smidge. its condition was immaculate actually. you hold a hand over your concealed phone and shake your head, muttering no. “i silenced everything . . . wasn’t ready ‘s’all.” and scared you might’ve spooked him. “but, uhm- i have’to apologise.” not just to him, but to ysa. and adonis. and bianca. and mama cade. and your momma! “i know better.”
woahwoahwoah. cameron catches your arm, careful of the slipping purse. “‘m not mad. ‘ight? i’m not. but- hey. hey- i do think we can try somethin’.” he wanted you more than anything. more than everything. “- i wan’a try something with you.” try? with pupils blown and bigger than the moon. “something that’s more serious- you’d like that, yeah?”
serious like what? secret girlfriend-boyfriend, serious?
“no.” like there could be a serious label after tonight.
“no?” he’s plucked. “you’ve said no more than three words t’me all night.” and for very good reason. “i don’t want that again.” . . . “i showed up ‘cause i miss you.” but also ‘cause he knew ysa wouldn’t be on his arm to bullshit and yank him away. “i cannot think of anyone else.” — cameron releases your arm without even meaning to and paces sloppy circles about the space between the dining area and the living area. a tell-tale sign that he was spiralling and getting ready to crash. “i can’t.”
you swallow thickly, gripping both hips for stability and comfort. seeing the way he moved was making your mind tilt and legs jelly. the nervous energy that warped and buzzed around cameron was spreading and latching onto you. “yeah- i’m not doing this.” fresh air. get outside. fressh airr. out.sidde.
“if not now, then when? huh?” cameron hurried forth, adamant on keeping you from leaving out of that front door.
gulp. “maybe when you feel like havin’ sex with me again,” right as you’re about to snatch back the handle: “oh don’t- don’t you dare do that.” because there was something awful in your voice. and he wasn’t going for it. shit wasn’t fair. “i did not lure you into some - fucked, degrading ass shit -“
“you didn’t have to!” oh crap. that was much louder than what you were going for. but not as loud as the grumbling in your tummy and the thrashing of your upset heart. “you- my gosh- cameron,” said with an enormous sense of wrongness, “you know how i feel- have felt about you for years. years.”
okay, so, yeah. maybe he used that to get over the bridge that night in the locker-room. maybe your feelings made it easier. cameron had always known how to press. and you'd always had a weakness for persistence. cameron’s bedroom-life wasn’t the greatest then and still isn’t now. and yours is and has never existed to begin with. no offense.
making a choked noise, “you knew.”
“. . . i did.” a confession; there was real history here. jacked up, cracked up history. but it was there. “and you knew too.” you couldn't claim surprise. couldn't claim innocence. or victim. the only victim in this case was ysa. he’d gotten you halfway, holding the door open, and the other half had been your own two feet.
“but did you not hear what i just said? . . .” cameron hunched down until he was eye level and cradled the sides of your neck. then gently cupped both of your cute cheeks. “i. want. you.”
but it . . . it doesn’t feel good. this doesn’t feel like love. not from him. not the kind you'd spent all those lonely nights imagining. you've wanted him to choose you for so long, yet now that he was, all you could feel was the mess of how he'd gotten here. there were no butterflies and there were no sparkles and there were no confetti cannons. "i want you to want me - the right way."
the right way? he wasn’t getting it. he wasn’t understanding your opposition. you’ve wanted him for years. fucking years, like you said. since before you could even comprehend what romantic feelings were. all you’ve ever been able to think about was cameron cade. all you’ve ever known to breathe for was cameron cade. and to be chased by him. and to call him yours. and now that he was purposing the idea, you were . . . declining. ???
did he have to leave ysa?
“jus’ . . .” he righted himself and wiped his face with a deep, full-body groan. “jus’ sit down.”
but sitting down was not happening. you’re looking at him with disgust and deep sorrow and neither hear the soft-as-a-mouse footfalls at the staircase — “this . . . is not affection,” barely able to speak over the nausea. “this shit . . . is- it’s messy.” which might’ve been the nicest word to use here. “and you do not want the’real me.”
maybe he believed it was love. maybe he even meant every word. but compared to everything you'd carried for him your entire life, it felt flimsy. what you had, it was forged by time and vexation and disappointment and patience. “i . . . want someone who’ll see me as someone.” . . . it had been easy to give him your body because your heart had belonged to him. but giving him the rest of your life? that was different. that required believing he loved you for reasons that existed before the night in the locker-room. and you didn't.
cameron’s brows fold into themselves and his arms uncross. defeated. “would you please jus’ sit down?”
that . . . was not happening. it couldn’t. another minute spent talking with cameron was another minute you could’ve been home, in the bed, holding a bowl of chopped fruit and the television streaming season four of the big bang theory. “goodnight, cameron.”
and you left without saying anything else.
he should’ve told you that the sex wasn’t to be taken to heart. just something fun, he figured. but having known you his whole life, saying that not only would’ve hurt you —
A/N- i’m 3 days late but that’s okay. Happy belated to my baby and enjoy!
cw- oral (f receiving), face sitting (f receiving), praise kink, unprotected piv (don’t do this!) riding, spanking(slight), tyriq is a loverboy.
You and Tyriq stumbled into the semi dark hotel room, bumping into each other and giggling. You two had just gotten back from Tyriq’s birthday dinner where y’all both got tipsy and touchy which led to calling an uber to leave early.
Leaving his own birthday party to fuck was crazy but neither of you cared at the moment.
As soon as Tyriq closed the door with his foot he began to start walking you towards the bed. Once the back of your legs hit the bed, he pushed you down onto it.
“Remember what you promised me?” He asked while leaning down to hover over you.
A few weeks ago, Tyriq asked if for his birthday, you’d sit on his face.
It was something you’d always felt opposed to but with some liquid courage and your man’s encouragement…You were down.
“Yes.” You nodded your head and scooted up the bed.
Tyriq followed you up the bed, stripping his clothes as he went. Once he made it to his dress shirt, he started to fumble with the buttons.
“You taking too damn long to unbutton that shirt.” You burst out into laughter with him falling into laughter right with you.
“Ah fuck it.”
After a few more attempts, he gave up and left the shirt half unbuttoned. He started crawling over to reclaim his position on top of you.
“You sure you wanna do this?” The softness in his voice was definitely a contrast from the look in his eyes. He stared down at your designer dress and how it fit your figure so well, he just wanted to eat you up—well he was about to.
“I’m sure.”
The second the words left your mouth, he wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you so you were straddling his chest. You reached for the hem of your dress but he pulled your hands away from the hem.
“Keep it on, and get up here.” Tyriq couldn’t wait any longer. You shifted higher, giving him more reach to touch the pink lacy panties you had on. “So pretty. You wore these f’me?”
“I did. Do you like it?”
“Mhm I do.” A loud rrrip went throughout the room. He ripped your panties straight down the middle.
“Tyriq! I thought I told you to stop doing tha-“ A sharp smack to your ass cut you off.
“Shut up and put that pussy on my face.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling. And what did you do? You listened. He formed a tight grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his face.
He aligned your pussy with his mouth and you didn’t hesitate to close the distance.
Tyriq didn’t waste any time licking from your sopping hole to your clit with his slick pink tongue. Almost immediately, you regretted not doing this any sooner. He always ate you out but the feeling of being on top of him like this was something out of this world.
The room was silent except for your heavy breathing and the sound of Tyriq’s mouth lapping and sucking up all of your juices.
“Fuck, we should’ve been did this.” You looked down at him and his darkened eyes and how drunk he looked—not just off of the alcohol you drank earlier—off of the taste of your pussy.
He hummed against you as a response and pulled back momentarily. “I told you baby.” His voice came out lower and rougher than he last spoke. His enjoyment in giving you pleasure was evident by the way his bulge strained against his jeans.
Tyriq moved you up some more and you felt his tongue slide into your pussy, making you gasp. You could feel him swirling and flicking his tongue inside of you like he was trying to scoop out your orgasm.
You couldn’t help but start rocking your hips against his mouth. A soft yelp left your mouth when his nose nudged against your clit.
“So perfect…” You whispered and groped your breast through your dress. Tyriq didn’t seem to be complaining about his position so you sped up the movement of your hips.
The hums deepened into moans and you looked back over your shoulder to see him rutting against the air. You faced forward again and locked eyes with his hungry stare.
He dragged your hips up and down his mouth, quickening the speed at which they moved. One hand scratched at his low cut hair while the other remained on your breast.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.” A breathless laugh left your mouth watching Tyriq close his eyes, relishing in your pleasure and making you feel good.
He smiled against you and held your hips down while he sucked on your clit. “Oh that’s it Ty!” Your body stuttered and you clawed at his scalp even more.
Just as you were about to reach your peak, he pulled away and moved you onto his chest. “W-What?” Your brows furrowed, thighs shaking, and chest heaving.
“You not coming nowhere but my dick right now.” He grumbled and moved you to his lap before sitting up against the headboard. His arms wrapped around your waist to undo his jeans and pull himself out of his underwear.
He wasted no time pulling you flush against his chest and lining his dick up with your pussy and dragging you down onto him.
“This pussy is so warm and wet baby.” He was hardly 3 inches in and he was already losing it. Slowly but surely you sank all the way down onto him, swallowing his thick cock whole.
Tyriq grabbed your ass cheeks and started to guide you up and down his cock. A sniffled moan left your mouth as you two fell into a rhythm.
Your hands flew to his shoulders for stability while he bounced you on his cock. “So deep.” A raspiness left your throat as skin clapped against skin and Tyriq let out a guttural groan right against your neck.
“I love this dick.” Your nails were digging into his shoulders as this point but if anything, it turned him on.
“Mhm you do, my love?” One of his hands moved from your ass to grip your jaw, forcing direct eye contact. You nodded the best you could but he wasn’t taking that for an answer.
“Speak up.” He planted his feet on the bed and slammed up into you. “You love this dick?”
“Yes!” You exclaimed with a moan, back arching and toes curling. It was like the sound of your wet pussy plopping on him got louder the more he spoke to you.
“That’s my good girl. Keep riding me just like that.” He looked you up and down like you were a 5 course meal. He stopped your hips for a split second just to pull your dress over your head.
“Needed to see this body. So pretty, so mine.” A gasp left your mouth when he wrapped his lips around your nipple while he pinched and pulled at your other one.
While he was sucking on your boobs, he continued his thrust up into you. He was holding you so lovingly while fucking you like he hated you.
The pleasure was getting to be too much. You were reaching your climax sooner than expected which is exactly what Tyriq wanted.
He felt the way you tightened around him, and the way your moans got pitchier. He pulled off your nipple, leaving it covered in saliva.
“Need you to cum for me.” His voice came out a bit shaky, as if he was on the verge of release with you. His thumb trailed down your stomach until it reached your twitching neglected clit.
He almost immediately got to work and started rubbing it in rough circles. “I love you so much.” You whimpered and grabbed his face and leaned forward to kiss him.
Your tongues and teeth clashed together messily. His thrusts never faltered or slowed. He was gonna bring you to that orgasm no matter what.
You pulled back with a string of saliva disconnecting from your lips as well. “I’m about to cum,” you threw your head back towards the ceiling and started to bounce yourself.
“You so pretty when you’re right on the edge. Look at me.” He tapped your cheek. You looked back down at him and how intense his gaze was.
“I’m gonna cum for you baby.” Your lips quivered as you pulsed around him, signaling how close you were. “I’m right there with you, honey. Let it all out for me.”
After a few more rough thrusts, a rush of pleasure ran up your spine. Your eyes fluttered shut and nails dug into the back of his neck as you came.
At the same time, Tyriq buried himself inside you, spilling loads deep while holding your hips down against him.
After about a minute of panting and heavy breathing, Tyriq slid out of you and pulled you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
A light sheen of sweat coated his body and you could feel his heart beating right where yours was. He kissed the top of your head.
“Best birthday gift ever.” Laughter erupted from the two of you as you sat in silence with each other.
summary: A sizzling summer of sexy singles and the search for love awaits you in Fiji! You’re nervous, excited, and— confused? Why is your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jaehyun, here? And why are you starting to second guess your rekindled friendship?
word count: 3.2k
a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa (#brinity4ever) Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!
dividers from diviniyae and robinavitchslut
"Hello, Islanders! I heard there was a party going on!" You shout, lifting a bottle of champagne with a loud whoop.
This is it, the moment you never thought would come. Countless months of interviewing and emails with producers, weeks of being locked up in a hotel room, and a history of bad boyfriends have led you to this moment. An opportunity that not many can say they've had, but now you can.
The table surrounded by your now fellow islanders goes from frozen looks of shock to loud cheers, making you smile as you begin your stride toward the table. The nerves you felt just a few minutes ago have thankfully turned into excitement and confidence. And why not? You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, dressed to the nines and done up like a model as you strut toward the approaching group.
There's too many people that greet you in quick succession for you to get a good look at everyone's faces or to fully catch any names. Somewhere in the hurried introduction, a name and a flash of a familiar face catches a memory in the back of your mind. You don't get a chance to focus on it as the next person approaches you with a hug and a smile. Luckily, you're soon sitting around the fire pit with a cold flute of champagne in your hand and a clear view of everyone's face from your seat on the far edge of the sofa.
You're mindful of your body language, exuding confidence with perfect posture, a bright smile, and casual tosses of your hair over your shoulder while everyone goes down the line to introduce themselves.
You lift you glass to your lips just as the last guy sits forward and immediately you choke, curling forward as you croak out, "Jaehyun?!"
"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.
You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."
"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."
One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"
"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.
Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.
"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.
You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."
Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"
You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.
You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.
"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.
The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.
Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."
Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.
When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.
Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?
You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.
Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.
Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.
Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.
At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."
The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."
"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."
Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.
"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."
You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."
Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"
You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."
"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."
Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.
"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."
The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.
The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"
You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."
He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."
You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."
"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.
"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.
"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."
"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."
"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"
Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"
"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.
Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.
"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.
The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."
You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"
"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.
Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.
"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."
"Intense how?" You ask slowly.
"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.
"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."
"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."
Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"
"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"
"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.
You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."
Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."
That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.
"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.
You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.
"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.
"Yes…"
"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."
You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.
You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."
You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."
a/n: There's plenty more to come including growing closer, the challenge with the kiss, and more ~tension~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3
sneak peek for my people 🙏🏾. I’m almost finished, but i’m editing it like crazy 😭. Def been over thinking it. Once I finish everything! I will be posting almost immediately after!
how are we feeling about this tyriq withers news! I was happy to finally see what he shared a sneak peak of back in april/may during met gala 😝.
I was a lil disheartened seeing yet again him being opposite a whygurr as his love interest, my mutuals on twt can attest to this (if yall see this, hey yall 😭). The only time we got him with a black woman was in HIM and they did my sister heather dirty 🙂↔️.
I don’t want yall to lose hope tho! I am being optimistic that hes taking these sort of roles to diversify his acting portfolio and hopefully get better jobs in the future bc i dont want him stuck in these types of movies (no shade).
All that to say though, it would be naive of me to not say that him and his team do need to be more thorough in understanding his audience and what they want to see from him! He has not just majority women/fem presenting fan base, but a Black women/ fem presenting fan base. He needs to make sure that his work reflects that and not just his interviews or wtv. Especially in 2026!
And as a recent public relations/ advertising graduate, he just needs to hire me bc some of these moves just not making sense and i already got a strategy for him. CAA, CALL ME.
・❥・ ch. synopsis: in which Chiara and Ledger are forced to come to a resolution.
warnings: 18+ content, (MNI or be blocked indefinitely) cussing/swearing, obsession, “kidnapping”, use of handcuffs/keeping someone hostage, mentions of vomit/throwing up, attempted m… smuttt— love making, missionary, kissing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), creampie. A special reveal within the story…
a.n: I have a q for y’all at the end of the story so.. pls help a sister out 😩 anyway, it’s been 84 years, hi guys!!! surprise, I’m still alive! This one took me way… too long but here we are! Love y’all ❤️
on the jukebox: ‘Eyes Without a Face’ by Billy Idol 🎀
Despite the hectic past few days, Ledger Ward wasn’t sure how he slept as soundly as he did.
The guest bed didn’t feel like his own back in Wyoming and the mattress gave it away. The guest bedroom that was surprisingly decorated with a bed, dresser chest, and a TV. The sunrays spilled past the curtains, alerting Ledger to start waking.
He didn’t mind not sleeping with you, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.
His body carefully rose and sat up, a few aches and sense of soreness all over. Feet bare on the carpeted floor to eventually the hardwood of the hallway, Ledger crept around the first level.
Three rooms including his, he could assume one was the master bedroom that you wanted him to sleep in with you. The other being his room. An extra?
Ledger approached the closed wooden door, hand on the door knob and ready to twist it open. The sudden sound of a door closing downstairs was enough to take his attention.
Trekking quietly down the stairs, Ledger took in the space— a large, furnished room with a couch, television, book shelf, and coffee table.
He walked some more. A dining room with a table and chairs. He walked more until he turned a corner— a large kitchen, an island in the middle and a patio.
That’s where Ledger found you. Kneeled on lush grass and before two large, mounds of both dirt and concrete.
It was when Ledger softly cracked the sliding door open where he heard soft sniffles. You hadn’t heard him yet or seen him for that matter, too fixated on the scene before you.
“I miss you, Mommy” you whimpered, thick tears rolling down your cheeks, “wish you were still here to see the things I got up to but I know you’re still watching it.. not everything good but it isn’t anything I regret.. that’s one thing you always taught me.. live my life with no regrets..”
You wiped at your face and fixed your position, moving to sit fully on the grass. Ledger stayed standing behind you, observing.
“Only thing I regret is you being in the house, it wasn’t meant for you, Ma”
You turned your head and looked at the next makeshift burial site, your father’s. You felt nothing, only shaking your head.
“But I fixed up the house real nice.. brought a great guy home too. His name is Ledger, I’ve been telling you about him and I really love him, Ma… way better than Scotty.. I think you would’ve liked him”
Ledger’s heart sped up at the mention of his name.
“You think so?” He mumbled, finally speaking. You didn’t need to turn around to acknowledge the man, you also didn’t want him to see you crying.
You nodded surely, “yeah. She told me I’d always find my Prince Charming one day.. for a while I thought it was Scotty, what a joke”
Ledger planted himself beside you on the grass, observing the makeshift graves.
“This Mom and Dad?”
“It didn’t feel right to me keeping their urns physically in the house so I made my own cemetery for them… mostly for my mom, I miss her the most”
“Dad?”
You shrugged, “I knew my mom well enough to know that even in death she’d want me to respect him.. I still don’t but when the funeral home gave me both of their ashes, I knew Mom would want to be buried next to him”
Ledger nodded and spoke up after a beat, “I take it you didn’t have the best relationship with him”
You scoffed out a laugh, “to say the least. He never put his hands on me but his words were enough.. I was his only child, his only girl, he didn’t care though. I remember he told me being sentimental to kids blurred lines and if it happened then they would grow up not respecting him. Can you count how many times he said ‘I love you’?”
When Ledger stayed silent, you laughed again.
“What happened that night, Chiara?”
You already knew what he was asking. Anybody did.
“It’d just been building up for a long time. He didn’t like the way I was living my life in the Wyoming house so I moved out, they moved up here to get away from me.. or at least he did, mom followed. The talk of wills wasn’t random but he made sure to lay down the law”
Tears blurred your vision, your anxiety had you plucking at the grass.
“I didn’t have anything as their only child— nothing! He didn’t want me to have anything once they died. The fire really was an accident, I didn’t start it but I guess I could’ve stopped it. I would’ve had I known Mom was in there, she wasn’t supposed to be”
The tears coated your cheeks with ease, your face falling into your hands. Body shaking softly with sobs.
“I hate him, Ledger. Even in death, I still hate him. He’s never loved me, he never seen me, he was just here. He’s the reason I loved Scotty so hard, he’s the reason I can’t control myself when I’m in love.. I just always think someone’s gonna leave me..”
When your body leaned over and rested against Ledger’s shoulder, a part of him froze a little. He wanted to comfort you like usual, instead, he leaned his head atop of yours.
Despite the circumstance, he felt the ice on his heart slowly begin to warm. One slate at a time. He took in your words.
“Me too” He murmured, “that’s uh.. what’s why I did what I did.. why I killed Kenna..”
Saying it aloud settled deep in his chest but oddly felt relieving.
“She wasn’t cheating on me, I just thought she was getting tired of me. Sometimes I get so angry, I can’t think.. like someone else takes over me and when I come to, it’s chaos and the deed is done. When I came to that night, her body was in my arms and in my truck”
A lump in Ledger’s throat formed, his own emotion slowly taking over.
“I so badly wanted to fix things but I was already in my head and ruining everything. I loved her and wanted her to myself. The thought of her leaving me… I just couldn’t bear it.. couldn’t live without it”
You nodded against his shoulder. After a moment, you opened your mouth.
“Would you kill me, Ledger?”
Despite his ill feelings that transpired 72 hours ago, Ledger shook his head immediately.
“No” he swallowed, “would you kill me?”
You also shook your head, “never.. wouldn’t dream of it” you took in a breath, “I know you said you don’t trust me anymore but.. will you ever?”
“Will I ever, what?”
“Trust me again? Love me again?”
This breath for Ledger Ward was much deeper. He felt you shift your head on his shoulder and glance up at him, teary doe eyes waiting for something.
“I don’t know, Chiara”
Your frown was soft, the need for him to elaborate was on your tongue.
But the stomach acid was there faster.
You hauled on your feet in the grass, rushing to the other side of the expansive garden, all contents of any and everything spilling past your lips and onto the ground. This was heavier, so much more.
Your stomach coiled and tightened, forcing your stomach to complete emptiness. Maybe it was the fact that this was happening and the emotional turmoil you were drowning in.
The next round of vomit came with sobs. Sobs that wracked your body and forced you to your knees.
“You okay, Chi?” Ledger asked worriedly, his big hand was warm on your back, “can I get you anything?”
And just like the flip of a switch, you shrugged Ledger’s hand off of you.
“I don’t want anything”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m fine” your tone sharp and mean.
Ledger suddenly frowned, “I’m just trying to help—“
Your body heaved, heart rate steadily returning to normal. “Just don’t, I don’t need help”
“I don’t understand why you’re suddenly so angry, let me help you, Chiara, Jesus Christ, you just threw up”
“You don’t love me, Ledger, so why would you want to help me? I can take care of myself. It’s always been that way, way before you came into the picture. I was fine before you and I’ll be fine afterwards”
Call it self sabotaging or just a bout of temporary emotion. Ledger wasn’t sure. You also weren’t telling the full truth.
“Why do you do that?” He frowned, “why do you dismiss me as I’m trying to show effort? I’m trying to be here for you as much as I can and here you are pushing me away”
Your heaving relaxed but your body was still on ten, still internally contemplating if you needed to vomit again.
“Isn’t that what you want, anyway? You don’t love me anymore! I basically brought you here for nothing. I thought that maybe if it’s just you and I that you could see why getting you back was worth it. But you don’t care, Ledger, you just don’t—“
“Don’t speak for me—“
“It doesn’t matter! Here I am trying to make this shit work and you aren’t being receptive. You have no reason not to trust me when we’ve done the same thing to get to this point— we’ve ruined lives, we’ve killed people, you don’t get to act above it”
The tears appeared again, hesitating none to slip out. You were fucking frustrated.
“I mean, fuck, Ledger” you sobbed, “I came back for you and you don’t even care. I loved you so much to overlook your past and here you are judging me for mine—“
“Chiara, I’m not judging you—“
“But you are and it fucking sucks. I love you, I crave you, I need you— we need you and you don’t want anything to do with me. So don’t help me when you know deep down you really don’t want to”
We?
You stood up and stormed off before Ledger Ward could say anything else. He could take the yelling, the screaming, the shouting, the untrue sentiments as much as the next man.
‘We need you’
Your words rang in his head even once the sun began setting for the day. Clockwork. He didn’t leave his guest room unless he had to use the restroom.
He lied in bed, the tv playing something useless but entertaining for the time being. The soft sound of the hardwood outside of his door had Ledger turning his head towards it.
His eyes just barely noticed something being set down and feet scurrying away. He waited a moment before cracking the door open and glancing at his feet.
A proper plate and a water bottle sat on a tray. Cooked, pink salmon paired with rice and colorful vegetables. A napkin under the plate and silverware beside it.
Ledger grabbed the items and closed his door. The food was hot and fresh, the line of steam emitting from its entirety. His stomach churned in both hunger and worry.
Did you poison this? Were you that mad at him from earlier that he was finally set to meet his demise? In the easiest ways possible?
You said you wouldn’t kill him, right?
The first bite was cautious— the man waited for something to happen to his limbs, something to happen to his brain, or to recognize an ill taste to the cooked fish.
Nothing.
He didn’t realize how hungry he was until the porcelain bottom of the plate became his vision. Cleared, completely. But just as he was about to set the tray aside, Ledger noticed something else tucked under it.
It wasn’t the napkin. It was a small rectangular piece of printer paper, folded in half. When he pulled it open, his eyes met black marker ink.
‘I love you’
Maybe love wasn’t enough.
The next morning, Ledger Ward had to ask himself such a thing. Opening his eyes, he took in the soft sunlight. His covers on him, tv off, and… you perched in a chair at the foot of his bed.
He frowned softly, going to wipe at his eyes but only one hand allowed him to do so.
“What the fuck?” He mumbled groggily, blinking out the sleep. His right wrist yanked and collided with the wood of the headboard. Handcuffed, restricted. “Chiara—“
“Before you say anything, please know that I’m doing this for your sake and mine, okay? You’ll hate it now but I know you’ll grow to appreciate it later”
Ledger was confused, his yanked and tugged some more at his bound wrist. It wasn’t budging.
But it wasn’t just his wrist. The cold metal feeling burned his arm indeed but slivered at his ankle that lied on the bed. Clamped and hooked.
“What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, now!”
You leaned forward, “I can’t do that. You’ll leave me if I do. I’d rather you hate me and stay than run away, okay? Last night I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ve been so stressed and.. sick.. I just— I’m sorry I yelled and snapped on you, baby, I really am. But I’d rather that than nothing at all, okay?”
Ledger tugged more on the handcuff, frustration brewing more in his body. You couldn’t care for it at all, Ledger didn’t understand the reason now but he would later.
“I want my fairytale ending and the minute we met, I realized how much I deserved it. I love you and you love me, what’s the problem?”
Tears watered in Ledger’s eyes as he stared at you, weakly, he relaxed against the headboard.
“Why are you doing this, Chiara? Why? Why can’t you admit that this isn’t going to work between us? We’re too fucked up, we’re too toxic. I don’t want to hurt you and I know you don’t want to hurt me, just stop all of this, please”
He looked at you pleadingly, tearfully and longingly, hoping to change your mind.
“Why don’t you want to see this through with me? I’ve proven more than enough that I’ll stand by you, Ledger” you rose in your seat and approached him, looming over him, “you murdered your ex girlfriend? I’m here. You broke into my house and fucking trashed it? I’m here, still. Why can’t you just be happy with me? Or try?”
Emotional anger burned your body hot, tears of your own pooling in your eyes. Ledger’s seemingly double standard was pissing you off.
“You say you aren’t judging me, but every time you try to put my past on a pedestal, it feels like you’re putting me down. As if you haven’t done this shit too”
Tears rolled down the both of your cheeks, you and Ledger’s. One’s more angrier than the others. You crept closer, leaning more into his personal space.
“You don’t get to to rewrite history, you just need to accept it. Think about it, how many other women on this planet will accept you like I do? Who can say that the things we’ve done have been in the name of love?”
Ledger only stared at you, listening and making the unconscious choice to digest everything you were saying.
‘You don’t get to rewrite history, you just need to accept it’
“We’re perfect for each other, baby, and you will stay here like this until you get it right—“
You gave Ledger another once over, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, and moving towards the door.
“Chiara—“
“I won’t starve you, you’ll eat every day. I’ll bathe you my goddamn self if need be but this is how it has to be. If you need me, shout. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to the garden.. think about something else”
Ledger tried to move and move after you, tried to yank on his chains but the restraints stopped him quick.
“Chiara! Chiara, come back here! Chiara!”
You pushed back your sniffles and tears and walked past the threshold. Turning on your heels, you pulled the door closed and locked it.
He’d have to learn, one way or another.
The next time Ledger saw you, you came in cradling a container. The fresh smell of cookies gave away what lied on the paper towels.
It had been almost three weeks later. You made due on your promise to keep him fed, even the moments of staying outside of the bathroom to supervise his showers.
It was a different kind of torture. But time alone was either a good thing or a bad thing.
Ledger shifted, craning his head to watch in the direction of you. You donned a nervous, cautious smile. He took in your appearance— dark coils in a bun in the middle of your head that suggested your hard work in the kitchen, a black long sleeve shirt and matching black leggings.
You were annoyingly beautiful, Ledger Ward could never deny such a fact.
“Hi” you muttered and set the container down on the nightstand, “I um, got bored and started baking, I wanted to see if you wanted some”
Ledger’s smile was weak. Seeing you in such a domestic manner was doing something to him.
“Maybe, as long as you didn’t poison it this time. What kind of cookies did you make?” His lighthearted tone had your smile growing.
You swatted at his arm.
“Shut up, Ledger, your food never is” you giggle, “I made chocolate chip and snickerdoodles. Which one do you want?”
Ledger pondered, trying to shift more in his limited place.
“Actually, is it okay if we eat afterwards?”
You raised your brows in surprise, “we? L-like you wanna try these together? With me?”
His greenish hazels poured into yours, “if you want to.. I just really need to shower and get cleaned up, Chi. I smell and I hate it. You can stay in the bathroom with me, I promise I won’t do anything reckless”
He saw a flash of hesitation in your beautiful browns but Ledger made quick on trying to change that.
“Please, baby” he begged, “you have my word”
You didn’t see his free hand behind his back, fingers crossed in faux truthfulness. He was good, really good.
So much that you nodded. Nodded and stood up, fishing for the keys to the cuffs in your pants and began hooking Ledger loose.
When he stood, he towered over you. You’d honestly forgotten Ledger was so tall.
“Thank you”
“Of course”
The trance of his eyes kept you frozen for a moment. A heated charge crept into the both of your energies, you gulped.
“You ready?” Still staring up at him.
“Yeah” still staring down at you.
What could’ve been so good was so easily ruined when you looked away from Ledger.
From the reflection of the full body mirror in his room, you saw something tucked in the waistband of his pants behind his back.
Was that your pocket knife?
“Ledge—“
The man was on you faster than you could blink.
With a forearm pressed against your collarbones, Ledger rushed you back into a wall, hard, taking all of the breath from you. He snatched the knife from his back and placed it over your throat.
“Ledger, no! Please, I’m pregnant!”
Silence descended over the room heavily. Tears sprung in your eyes, confusion danced in Ledger’s.
“I’m p-pregnant” you whispered. “I swear on my life”
“You’re fucking lying” he breathed out angrily. You merely shook your head, shakily reaching up to grab his empty hand.
You guided the limb under your loose shirt and pressed it on your stomach.. your lower stomach. It wasn’t rocket science to the man. He didn’t need to see to know there was a noticeable, firm swell under his palm.
“I found out on the way here. You were asleep but before you woke up, I stopped at a drug store, bought tests, and took them there”
“Tests?”
You nodded, “three, all of them said yes”
Ledger’s serious expression started to crumble, his hand still on your stomach. He tucked the knife back in his pants.
“How far along are you?”
“I haven’t seen a doctor yet but I can only assume by the look of my belly, maybe 13 weeks.. I felt something was off with me but my periods have always been inconsistent since my miscarriage so I didn’t notice anything by the second week without it… But it was the other symptoms”
“That’s why you threw up like that in the garden”
Your eyes watered and slid down your cheeks, “I didn’t want you to see me like that, I didn’t want you to find out like this.. but I understand”
You suddenly began to sob. Call it true emotions.. or using the last card in your deck.
“There’s still time, if you want me to get rid of it, I can” your body shook gently against the man, “I j-just don’t want to k-keep making you miserable, Ledger. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”
Finally but surprisingly, the man brought you into his hold. God it felt so good. His arm slung around your waist, his other hand holding the back of your head.
Ledger Ward really couldn’t formulate a thought. He didn’t have to question the legitimacy or if that was his baby.
All it felt like he could do was hold you, truly this time.
“If you want to go back home, I’ll take you” you muttered against his chest, “I’ll stay here a-and just figure it out, you don’t have to—“
“Shh, stop. Stop talking like that” Ledger gently cut through your words.
“No, I’m serious. You don’t have to be here, you don’t have to do any of this with me if you don’t want to. I’ll take you back to your house, the bar, Cole, the job, Roman, whatever you want. Nobody will know about me or this baby—“
Ledger Ward heard enough.
Taking you by your face and forcing you to look at him, the man closed the gap. It oddly felt forbidden. His lips captured yours in a soft heated manner, hoping to diminish any doubtful thoughts you had.
It worked.
Your arms slid around his waist, your body melted and submitted. Lips moving and smacking softly in a rhythm so perfect, it was easy to relax into Ledger.
“Don’t talk like that”
kiss.
“You understand?”
kiss.
“You’ve made so many decisions lately, let me make this one”
kiss.
“I want to be here for you and for my child, you hear me?”
kiss.
“No more thinking for me, no more thinking on your own, you understand?”
You nodded surely, softly biting down on your bottom lip. Ledger’s tone became much more assertive, finally putting his foot down.
A very familiar white heat danced up your spine with the more you clung to the man, with the more you stared up at him, with the more you fucking submitted to him and his words.
Maybe it was your hormones already going out of whack or the effect that Ledger Ward always seemed to have on you.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours.
“I never thought about leaving you, Chi, I just needed time to adjust to everything. I’ve always loved you.. I never stopped.. despite the stupid shit I said before”
You stood taller, brushing your lips against his. “Really?”
Ledger nodded, “we’ll work it out but I’m not leaving, not for anything. I wanna be here for you and our baby, even if it means starting over, that’s fine— but it’s you that I want, Chiara”
Once again, Ledger closed the gap and pressed a peck to your lips. One led to another, another led to a third.
“Say it again” you murmured, Ledger already knew what you were asking.
“I want you, Chiara”
“Again”
“I want you” Firmer, more certain.
“Show me… please” your needy, shaky hands crept under Ledger’s shirt until you settled on his back. You dug your nails into his back and dragged down, eliciting a deep groan from him. “Please baby”
Ledger licked his lips and dipped down to your ear, his breath warm along the shell. “You missed me?”
Your moan was soft, just barely audible. You tried to control it but truthfully, your hormones were raging off the charts. You hadn’t had Ledger this close in a while.
“So fucking much” you sounded so pathetic. Your hands slid to the front expanse of his body, trekking teasingly lower.. and slower.
“I know… me too..”
That’s probably how you found yourself stripped naked in the guest bed while Ledger stayed fully clothed.
He hovered over your needy body, head dipped down, breath cascading over the very set of breasts starting to grow swollen.
Upon your back arching for something, Ledger’s warm tongue latched onto your nipple. Taking you out of your horny misery. You hissed out, a hand reaching out to the back of his head.
“Gentle baby, please.. ‘m sensitive”
You were growing wetter by the milliseconds and your love was just getting started.
Ledger groaned. His other hand cupped the other breast, a thumb ran over your nipple. “Daddy’s sorry.. just got such pretty fuckin’ titties, mama mhm..”
His tongue swirled and suckled as gentle as possible, mouth switching to the other, losing himself.
“Oh.. baby, please.. ‘want more” you whined out, pushing more of your chest into his mouth.
More being Ledger sliding to the edge of the bed and latching onto your thighs, his mouth found your soaking pussy like a magnet.
Hands in his hair, back arching into the sheets, your needy moans bouncing off the corners of the room.
“Yes yes yes… just like that.. please..”
Ledger responded with a groan into your core. His lips circled and sucked at your clit, his tongue flattened against your flesh and lapped up your arousal.
God, it felt—
“So fucking good, baby!”
“Yeah?” Ledger just briefly pulled back.
“Fuck yes!”
“Right there?”
“Yes!”
“Good fuckin’ girl.. doin’ so good, now stop runnin’ from me”
You took his mouth like a fucking champ, even when you tried to pull your hips back from his torture. Once swift tug on your thighs and you were right back on it, right back to it.
Tears welled in your eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming, your first release was on the brink.
When it showed its face, you came with a squeak of Ledger’s name. Your chest heaved, your legs shook, and the tears pushed themselves down your cheeks.
Still the torture continued. Ledger didn’t come up for air or give you any recovery time. His tongue had positioned itself at your aching entrance, ready for more of your taste.
Just the sweetness on his tongue sent the man into overdrive. No air, no breaks. The thirsty man dove back in.
He coaxed out another orgasm and it didn’t take long. Your cries were higher pitched and full of need, even more rolls of tears occupying the skin of your cheeks.
Your mind was on another dimension, you hardly registered Ledger standing at the foot of the bed and stripping himself just as naked as you.
When he climbed back over you, his lips immediately found yours. Your legs splayed as wide as you could, feet planted firmly on the bed.
“I need you” you whimpered, circling your arms around Ledger’s neck. He pecked at your lips, biting his bottom lip once he pulled back.
“Yeah? ‘Gon put it in then.. show me how much you need me”
Peering into his eyes, you dropped a dollop of spit into your palm and reached down until you found his thick cock. With your moist hand, you tugged and twisted at Ledger’s enormous base.
His eyes rolled softly, breath faltering just a little. “So fuckin’ needy, ain’tchu?”
“Yeah”
“Mhm.. but that’s my fault.. ‘m sorry, daddy’s real sorry.. been depriving this pussy for too long, huh?”
You dragged the head of him to your wetness, just teasing you and him by caressing it against and within your folds.
“For too long, daddy.. felt so empty without you”
With him at your entrance, you guided himself inside of you. His hips took care of the rest, fully sheathing himself deep inside of you. You both shared moans at the feeling.
You were so wet and warm, tight as you gripped him perfectly and hugged his cock like the best thing in the world. It took everything for the man not to cum quick.
“I missed you so much, baby” Ledger grunted as he began thrusting, hips pulling back and snapping forward. “Feels so good..”
Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, your mouth brushed against his.
“I missed you too.. please don’t ever let me go this long without you inside’a me.. I’ll always need you, baby”
Ledger nodded with a lustful yet determined look on his face, his hips still powering and fucking you.
“I fuckin’ promise” he growled, “‘swear it won’t be far out, I’ll fuck you every day if you want.. ‘jus say the word, daddy’ll take real good care’a you..”
His words paired with his salacious actions had your body thrumming in all the right places. You clung tighter to the man— your man.
“But it says I’m doing somethin’ right with the way I fuck you.. the way we make love” Ledger muttered cockily, glancing down at you.
His hand on your tummy, answering the follow up question you had.
“I got my best girl all knocked up, pregnant with my kid.. just shows you’re all mine and you’ll always be mine, sweetheart”
“All yours?” You teased.
“All fuckin’ mine” he glowered, leaning down and kissing you heatedly, “you want your fairytale ending? I’ll make it happen, I promise you. ‘M gonna marry you and keep you so full of me, you’re gonna beg me to stop—“
Your back arched, a desperate moan creeping past your lips. Your release approaching stead fast.
“Fuck!” You cried out.
“Yeah? You like that, mama? Lovin’ you and stayin’ in this pussy all the time?”
Your nod was vigorous as your watery eyes peered deeply into Ledger’s. Your lips donned the cutest gap, a furrow to your brows. Your love face.
“I love you” you murmured.
“I love you more, baby” he leaned down and kissed you, “so fucking much, I won’t ever walk away from you”
“‘m gonna cum” you whispered hurriedly, you were just tipping on the edge of mind blowing pleasure.
“Let go for me, sweetheart.. take everything you need from me..”
You didn’t have to be told twice. The coil in your gut snapped, your walls clamped around Ledger hard. Your greedy canal soaked the man beyond belief and still he fucked you through it.
Ledger’s orgasm was shortly followed— his release coming in warm and thick spurts inside of you, filling you like a pent up man. You held his shaking body in your arms, waiting for his come down.
The evening sky turned a dark shade of night, the stars just barely showing their faces, the moon lit up and proud.
Ledger Ward stayed hovering over you, leaned down and kissing you like his life depended on it.
Soft, romantic, sweet, and loving. The duvet of his bed now draping over his shoulders as he devoured you whole.
You were comfortable underneath him, your legs still wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you played in his hair.
When he pulled back, you finally saw the man you fell madly in love with. The first go around and the ones after that.
His eyes were softer, his body language much more relaxed, and he looked as if there wasn’t any place he’d rather be.
“I love you, Ledger”
That earned you a peck.
“I love you more, my sweet girl” he gave you another peck before sliding down, his face near your stomach. “And I love you too, my other sweet girl!”
You giggled as you felt him press his face against your stomach and his arms slither around your waist.
“Girl?” You asked, still threading your hands through his sandy brown hair.
“Just a hunch” Ledger responded back, “or at least, I hope so. I’d love for us to experience a baby girl.. i know you’d love it too”
It was a painful thought but maybe you losing your first daughter was a sign that Scotty wasn’t meant to be your forever. Or at least someone to do this kind of life with.
With Ledger, it sounded like a dream come true.
“I hope so too” you said after a beat, a genuine smile pulling at your lips. “So that means we gotta start thinking of names starting tomorrow”
Ledger kissed your stomach once more. “Let’s get you to a doctor before we do all that.. gotta make sure our bean is healthy enough”
Ledger crept and laid next to you, he supported himself on his arm beside your head. Neither of you said anything for a moment, simply taking in the moment and each other.
It was Ledger that took up your hand and threaded it with his, his lips met the front of your skin.
“I meant what I said about doing life with you. Despite our circumstances, I think we were meant to be in each other’s lives. Maybe in ways we never thought but all roads have always led to us— me to you”
He kissed your hand once again.
“I was stubborn with trying to think I wasn’t who I was or that my past wasn’t my past. I think I was trying to run from that part of me instead of owning it.. especially having someone like you that still accepted me despite it all”
Another kiss to your hand.
“I’m sorry, Chi. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. Please know that it feels fucking amazing to be picked by you and loved by you. I’ll spend every day making it up to you if you’ll let me”
Instead of him kissing you once again, it was your turn. You leaned up and found his soft lips.
Synopsis: On an annual cabin trip with friends, you're caught off guard, left with no choice but to fix things with Ledger thanks to a scheme set up by Roman
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: service dom!Ledger, forced proximity/exes trope, light emotional angst, piv, fluff, smut, fingering (f!reader), dirty talk, scent kink, missionary, creampie, maxxed out on the intimacy, want live in each others skin badddd dynamic, Roman mentioned, grief mentioned, only proofread once !
WC: 5.1k
A/N: y’all im sorry, ik it’s been a minute but i hope you enjoy this one! parent trap slipped into my mind at some point throughout this LOL but the songs on loop for this one were I Miss You by Beyoncé and Sunshine by Steve Lacy (yes this is set in winter, I can’t help it😩!)
Excitedly stepping out of the car, your heart dropped upon seeing a familiar truck already at the cabin. Your face fell at the realization you’d have to deal with being in the same space as Ledger for the remainder of the trip. Your other friends seemed oblivious except for Roman who quickly turned his gaze towards you, to begin bargaining.
“I know what you’re thinking but before you say anything, hear me out!”
“I’m leaving. You guys have fun without me!” There was an edge of humor in your tone masking how close you were to actually turning around and walking home, no matter how far away the destination was.
“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I invited him! I thought you wouldn’t come if I told you”.
“You were right in thinking that. What in your right mind made you think I’d be fine being around him?!” It had been six months since the breakup. Your stomach turned just thinking about how things were left.
Romans tone was earnest as he acknowledged his fault in the matter. “I’m sorry for blindsiding you like this, I know things are still fresh there, but please… give it a chance for me”. You leveled with him through your eye contact, resolve slipping at his words. Developing a friendship in high school, you had known Roman for years at this point. He happened to be the one who introduced you to Ledger, calling himself a matchmaker at the time. That was the only reason you began rethinking your anger. He knew you and Ledger well enough to gauge whether this would be a disaster or exactly what you both needed.
“I want you two to have a good time, relax, and be comfortable! It’s been too long since I’ve seen it happen”. Neither of you took the distance from each other well, slowly becoming a shell of the person you once were when you were together. Despite breaking it off, you couldn’t acclimate to a new normal without him, longing for the affection his presence alone would bring you.
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not going to be alone with him. You have the three of us right now and the rest coming tomorrow”.
With Roman’s voice carrying you out of your wandering mind, you caved with a small sigh. “Ok”.
Repeating, “Ok?”, with a smile, he stuck both of his thumbs up for confirmation.
You returned the gesture begrudgingly, “Ok”. Immediately after agreeing to have a good time, you glance past him catching a glimpse of Ledger walking out the door to help with luggage. Smile dimming at the sight, a flood of emotions came rushing over you. Taking advantage of the fact he hadn’t felt your gaze yet, you took in his attire, feeling heat creep up your neck as you did. He still looks good…
Feeling your stare, Ledger stopped in his tracks, turning his head in that direction to find you. He clenched his jaw, heart lurching as he scanned your figure. An onslaught of past memories at the cabin while you two were together bubbled to the surface in his mind. She looks happy…
From first looks alone, both of you were under the impression the other was thriving from being separated but it was far from it. The shared stolen glances didn’t last long as you averted your gaze, beginning to walk up the pathway toward the door. Stepping further outside, Ledger walked opposite of you, keeping his gaze steady. Unaware of his lingering eyes, you didn’t catch him pausing in his trek to look back after you brushed passed him. Even through the crisp chill of the snow flurries, your fragrance sharply hit his nose. Taking a deep inhale, his stomach twisted with need. No matter which scent you chose to add in your routine, the undercurrent of your natural scent drew him in, making his blood rush out of sheer recall.
Once everyone had gotten settled throughout the cabin and picked their rooms, you all convened downstairs to play a few board games. Ignoring the piercing feeling of his eyes from across the table the entire time, you kept your communication minimal. You clenched your thighs, trying to brush off how affected you were each time your gaze met. Ledger watched everything, from the glimmer that sparked in your pupils when you laughed, to the look of concentration you held whenever your turn came around.
After several rounds of uno, you all decided to finish as things began getting a bit too competitive. You traveled upstairs at some point to unpack and fold your clothes. About fifteen minutes in, a message from Roman pops up.
“Went to get gas, we’ll be back soon”.
A thin wave of suspicion washed over you, but you brushed it off, summing it up as nothing until he called you ten minutes later.
“Soooo It’s looking like we may be stuck out here for a couple hours”.
Having an inclination he was up to something, you paused for a moment. “Why…? And who is we…?”
“Me, grace, and Carmen. Apparently, there’s a snow storm coming in so we’re just going to wait it out”.
Putting two and two together, you stopped folding your clothes, letting out a deep sigh. “You suck Rome, seriously. And on top of that, you’re an awful liar! You said I wouldn’t be alone with him!”.
“I should’ve specified you won’t have to for the entire trip, my bad!” Rolling your eyes at the sound of his chuckle over the line, he continued. “Promise, both of you will thank me later. I have faith you guys will hash things out and we’ll all have a great time this week like we always do!”
You should’ve known he was planning something, but the inkling hadn’t crossed your mind until seeing Ledgers truck. None of this came as a surprise considering this would’ve been the first winter vacation where you two weren’t together. Let alone in a rocky place. And despite your frustration, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to smooth things over. If things do happen to change, it’s not lost on you that you’d be unable to remain platonic with the feelings attached to him, but you missed him… deeply.
As Ledger was left ruminating in his room, the sentiment was mutual. He didn’t think you would’ve come but he also had zero clue Roman omitted the fact that he was coming. Running through the best ways to approach you, he settled on finding the right opportunity. You made it very clear where you stood with him the day you declared you couldn’t do it anymore, the weight of your connection teetering until it was too much. After much protest, he gave up, leaving you to stand firm in your stance because he couldn’t stomach the thought of you being unfulfilled with him.
Knowing you’d find some comfort in watching the snow fall, you headed downstairs after changing your clothes. Standing right in front of the large window next to the fireplace, you checked the weather app. A small snicker slipped out once you confirmed there was no storm coming. Only given a second to bask in said comfort, you heard Ledgers foot steps behind you before his voice. “Can we talk?”
Heart rate steadily rising, you were quiet for a second. You refused to face him, fearing your guard would break down the moment you saw his face. It was one thing, stealing a few glances when company was around but it was something else entirely different when you were alone, left with no other form of distraction. Standing a short distance away, he waited for any sign of acknowledgement. “Are you planning on ignoring me the whole trip?” Just as you were preparing to speak, you felt a gust of air nip at your skin when he shifted to step in front of you.
As soon as he did, you turned away, feeling your throat start to constrict. In one instance of closeness, you felt the heaviness of that day seep in all over again. Maybe a conversation isn’t necessary… “There’s nothing to talk about”. After uttering a response, you began walking away in the direction of the stairs.
Ledger followed, persistent in cracking your shell. “Don’t do that… not with me”. Heart twisting at your demeanor, he knew you were hurt but he didn’t think this would come as a result. Any disagreement or misunderstandings you two had in your relationship was always solved through communication. No matter what, big or small, it was handled. He couldn’t grasp why that was no longer the case. You had never brushed him off like this or flat out decided against speaking. Softening his tone, he was close on your trail, doubling down, “How can you expect us to be good for the rest of the time if you can’t even look at me?”
He grasped your forearm, urging you to turn around and spare him a look. He’d take anything. You stopped, now having no choice but to peer up at him, tears welling in your eyes as soon as you did. “I don’t know what you want me to say”.
Ledgers expression shifted at the sight of hurt behind your eyes. “Just talk to me, please…”. He brought his hand down to yours, pleading with you. Stroking his thumb back and forth against your skin, he added, “I never wanted this to happen to us… you know that”.
Throat constricting before uttering, “Neither did I- “, your mind flashed back to how you felt in that moment. With a stray droplet rolling down your cheek, you voiced, “every time you pushed me away…”, unable to finish your sentence. You drew your gaze toward his touch, sliding your hand out of his grasp. “I’m not going to force you to let me in if you’re not comfortable, but I can’t handle that anymore”.
He cupped your cheek, swiping your tears away before tipping your head up so you wouldn’t look away. “I’ve always been comfortable with you. I’m sorry I made you feel different… I am”. Ledger contemplated voicing the reason he forces himself to detach from you. “That’s not it, I promise it’s not, I just—”. Clearing his throat before a blockage could form, he responded in a hushed tone, “I don’t want to burden you with seeing me like that”.
As soon as his words registered in your mind, you thought back to his behavior. He had unintentionally fallen into the pattern of pushing you away to tread along the ebbs and flows of his grief alone. Especially during the month of April. It never dawned on him how much he actually withdrew in those moments until you broke up with him. “It’s not a burden… I’ve never viewed it like that”. Scanning the solemn gleam in his eyes, you leaned into his touch, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “I just want to be there for you.” Trying to prevent a fresh wave of tears, your eyes drifted. “I always went to you whenever I needed you in moments like that, so I just thought-…”. Unable to keep your composure stoic, a few more droplets stained your cheeks.
“I do need you…”. His eyes glazed over the longer he stared, grazing your cheek with his thumb. Voice barely above a whisper, Ledger pleaded, “don’t give up on this, please”. The thought of ending the trip without having you by his side again sent his mind reeling. “Give me another chance baby… it won’t be the same anymore”. Feeling compelled under his gaze, you looked off to the side again. You did your best to remain unwavering until his next words.
“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore”. Cupping both your cheeks to wipe the tears as they came, a lump took place in Ledgers throat at the possibility of you saying that. “Tell me you need me to leave and I will, I promise…”
Before you knew it, his body was inches away. Your stomach started turning at the mere idea, fully rejecting the notion you had no more feelings for him. You placed your other hand on his abdomen to ground yourself. “I can’t do that…”. Once you met his eyes, hope bloomed in his chest. He kissed your temple, immediately wrapping his arms around you to envelope you in a bear hug.
Melting into his embrace, you absentmindedly drew your nails along his lower back, pressing your cheek against his chest. Your body settled as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Ledger began stroking the nape of your neck, slipping into a state of remembrance once he rested his chin on your head. Too many months had passed without feeling you. Without hearing your voice. Your laughter… that could never happen again.
Needing to hear the soft flow of your breath, he hooked his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up to link your legs around him. You shifted your arms towards his shoulders, placing your head in his neck for better access of his scent. In that instance, you heard Ledger utter, “I missed you”. He attempted to keep his voice steady, hiding the pain in his statement but you caught it.
Raising your head to peer at him, you caught a glimpse of a single tear rolling down his face before disappearing once it met his facial hair. Your voice was thick with emotion as you responded, “I missed you too”. Finally having an opportunity to admire it up close, you tentatively ran your fingers over his scruff. The difference wasn’t drastic but there was noticeably more hair. As you took your time admiring him, he started walking towards the couch. Mumbling, “you grew it out”, you brought your gaze back to his eyes.
Now having you straddle him, Ledger rubbed your thighs, staring with a small smile. “Not intentionally. I just haven’t felt like trimming it as much”. You hummed in response, unable to keep your eyes from dropping. His features were still accentuated with the subtle influx of hair, maintaining the sharp framing of his face. “You like it? I can shave it right now if you don’t”.
Swiftly shaking your head in disbelief, you clarified, “no, no, keep it please. I love it”. Shuffling your hips closer to his body, you traced the outline of his lips with your thumb. The faint idea of someone else touching him like this slowly started to creep into your mind, festering until you grew quiet. Growing worried at the expression painting your face, Ledger squeezed your flesh.
“What is it?”
You glanced down for a second, gathering your emotions before asking flat out, “have you… have you been with anyone else?”
“I haven’t”. He shook his head no, thinking about all of the nights he spent imagining you. “Any relief I’ve gotten during the last few months has been from the thought of you”.
Your body warming up after hearing his comment, a welcome wave of need started simmering in your stomach. “I haven’t either… I’ve been doing the same thing”. You paused, replaying the last time you did as arousal pooled in your core. “It’s not as satisfying as real life”.
Familiar with that glimmer in your eyes, he coaxed, “walk me through your favorite one, hm?” He slid his hands under your hoodie, skimming your waist. Dropping his voice an octave to encourage, “tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine”, a playful smile spread on his face.
Hesitant to confess at first, you contemplated for a little bit until cracking a similar smile. “Ok… in my vision you were watching me touch myself at first until my fingers dipped inside”. You caressed his chest, a cocoon of warmth flooding your body before you could continue. “Then you replaced my hand with yours, starting out slow before picking up speed”.
Ledger clenched his jaw, attentively watching you recall your own vision. He smoothed his hands over your ass, gently urging you to say more. “What else baby? I know that’s not all…”
“You stopped before I came so that you could feel me cum on you…”, you blushed, hesitating on saying the next sentence for fear of sounding too on the nose but decided to anyway. “Don’t laugh but we made love, that’s it. Nothing crazy but it was enough to get me there”. A small laugh escaped you as he grinned, more than happy hearing you utter those words. “It’s your turn”.
“Yours isn’t too far off from mine but you were riding my face to start, completely oblivious of my hand moving in sync with your hips…” Ledger twitched in his pants, tightening his grip on your waist before trailing his hands down to your thighs. “Then I flipped you onto your back and made love to you”. He stared for a bit, wetting his lips as he leaned in close to speak next to your ear. “That went on for a few rounds and mine was a lot more vivid than that but I’m sure you know that already…”
Taking a quiet breath in, you raked your nails along the nape of his neck as a deep pang of arousal hit your core. Your hand ventured to his jaw, nudging his head back into place so you could see him while the other drifted up and down his abdomen. You ghosted your lips against his, pressing a light kiss before pulling away to tease. Ledger didn’t let you distance for more than a few seconds before molding them together again, groaning into your mouth.
Smiling into the kiss, you returned with the same fervor, clutching his shirt to pull him close. He slipped his hand under your hoodie, pressing the small of your back. You let out a small moan as the ache to be filled settled in your stomach. Reminding yourself not to get too carried away in the living room, you abruptly detached, pushing off of his chest to stand. Ledger briefly looked confused until you grasped his hand, prompting him to follow as you led him towards the stairs. His eyes wandered down your body, lingering on the curve of your ass.
Happily traipsing into your room still hand in hand with one another, you turned to face him now, quickly caught up in his embrace again. He circled your waist, tipping your chin up to extend the kiss. You fleetingly gripped his arms before fiddling with his shirt, trying to lift it up off of him. Ledger parted, tossing it over his head to then focus on helping you strip out of your clothes, leaving you naked. Directing your hands down to unbuckle his pants, you hooked your finger through the middle loop, walking backwards toward the bed. Following every step you took, he dipped his head down, reconnecting your lips.
Along the slow shuffle to the bed, you unzipped his jeans, tugging his dick out from the confines of his boxers. After completely shrugging them off to the side, Ledger reluctantly detached to utter, “go kneel on the bed for me baby”. Releasing soft pants of air, you nodded, moving into position. Kneeling with your calves resting under your thighs as you sat facing the window, you were able to catch a glimpse of the snow falling through the sheer curtains. In the middle of admiring the view, you felt him take place behind you.
He massaged your breast, winding his other arm around your midsection to keep you pressed against his body. You relaxed upon feeling his skin rub across your own, instinctively clasping onto his forearms for increased contact. Ledger trailed his hand up, propping your chin so he was within earshot. “The pressures right here hm?” With your head resting on his chest, you mewled, grazing his hand as it descended past your navel. He added a bit of compression to place emphasis on the area, causing a spiral of arousal to hit your core. After seeing you nod out a response, he questioned, “how long…?”
Mumbling out, “since I saw you”, your voice had now developed a faint rasp. He started rubbing slow circles on your stomach, feeling himself twitch against your back at the sound. “Didn’t except to see your hair like that…”. Tipping your head sideways, Ledger leaned in, connecting your lips. His hand gravitated lower until he reached your pussy, gliding a finger in between your folds to gather your arousal. You paused the kiss, breathing into his mouth when he started rolling the pad of his finger in gradual loops over your clit.
He inserted his finger, drawing a moan out of you. “I’ll keep it like this”. Ledger shifted your head back to his chest, voicing right into your ear, “just for you”. Adding another digit, he began pumping them in and out, starting to nip at the skin under your ear. You moaned, eyes fluttering as his pace steadily increased. The warmth spiked in your core with every lap of his tongue swirling against you. Your mind slipped into a comfortable state of calm, feeling his fingers glide past your walls with ease. It never took him long to raise the volume of your squelching when it came to knowing what spots to hit.
Ledger was straining behind you with beads of precum forming as you involuntarily attempted to rock your hips in sync with his movements. He curled his fingers, grazing your g-spot each time they sunk back in. After leaving a sufficient amount of love-bites, he wrapped his arm around your frame again, massaging your breast while holding you in place. Your eyes shut once he sped up, driving you closer to the edge. Uttering in a hushed tone, “Look at that”, he was fixated on the way your thighs vibrated beside his hand from the impact.
You briefly opened your eyes, fixing your gaze down. The bulk of his arm fondling your breasts slightly blocked your view but the prominent sight of his veins scaling down his arm caused you to clench around his fingers. A sharp pang of pleasure coiled deep in your stomach. Stuttering out, “f-fuck I’m close baby”, your head lolled back against him as you quickly felt the start of your orgasm sparking through your core.
Huskily encouraging, “Coat my fucking fingers just like that”, Ledger reinforced his hold on you. Thrumming in and out rapidly now, he drew his gaze towards any portion of your face he could see, watching your brows furrow. You dug your nails into his arm before wrapping your hand around his wrist to brace yourself. “I’ve got you baby, let go”. On cue, the knot embedded in your core unraveled, oozing out as he continued plunging them inside you. Thighs trembling as your orgasm momentarily rendered you limp, you were engulfed by the haze. He slowed his hand once your body settled, eventually retracting after giving you a moment. You glanced down, whimpering as he brought them up to taste your fluid.
Carefully moving so that you could lay down on the bed now, Ledger positioned himself between your legs. Gripping the base of his dick now, he landed a few teasing slaps on your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. He glided it up and down through your arousal before naturally aligning, prodding into your entrance like muscle memory. You couldn’t decide where to look, gaze set on his face before wandering down his body to see him bottom out. Drawing his stare over your breasts toward your face, he palmed your thighs, pressing them against his skin. The potent curling sensation that swirled inside your core every time you felt him stretch you out was heightened this time. Eyes fluttering shut as your head tipped back into the pillow, you twisted your hands in the sheets before reaching out to feel him on instinct.
Ledgers abdomen brushed against your palms as he came down in your space, hooking his arms beside your head to embrace the sides of your neck. Heart pumping loudly in his ears now, he stilled, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. Placing his face in the crook of your shoulder, he spilled out, “F-fuck, you feel—”, letting out a groan when you roamed your nails past his happy trail.
Mewling out, “look at me”, you pulsed around his length as soon as his eyes met yours. He pecked your lips once, then twice before deepening the kiss. You moaned, shifting your head to draw him closer. Reluctant to part once you needed air, Ledger took that moment to move, gradually withdrawing to sink back in. You locked your legs, keeping him flush against your body with each slow stroke. Your hands found his back, clinging to him throughout his unhurried rhythm. Upon every exhale you released, he’d fill you up, trailing his gaze across your features to watch them morph with pleasure.
Eyes glazing over as he whispered, “I’m sorry”, each time he saw you cry flooded through his mind. Throat constricting over the thought of spending any more months without you, he unconsciously shook his head in response to them. “I-I’m sorry”. Ledger curled his arm underneath your back, grabbing hold of your waist now. “I can’t lose you again, I’m not—”. He found your lips again, moving in sync with the drive of his hips.
You brazenly moan into his mouth, growing dizzy from the sensation of his veins rubbing against your walls as if his life depended on it. Swallowing every mewl you made, he gently tugged your bottom lip before resuming the kiss, only letting up so you could breathe. “I’ll show you how serious I am about us baby…”. Now dropping his forehead onto yours, he swiped your swollen lips across each other, eyes hanging low. “Need you to trust that”.
The pleading glint in his eyes accompanied with the edge of pain laced in his tone struck your heart. Murmuring in an airy tone, “I know”, you analyzed his features. This was already more emotion than he had shown you during the last few weeks leading up to the break up. You squeezed his bicep, breath hitching as his thrusts grew calculated, nudging your g-spot. “I’m not going anywhere baby”.
Feeling spurred on by your words, Ledger increased the speed a notch. Ever so slightly tipping your jaw to the side, he dipped down, placing kisses across your cheek until reaching your ear. “Promise me”.
Body purring with desire, you hum, “I promise”. He connected his lips to your neck as soon as the statement spilled out. Groan muffled against your skin, he lost the last thread of inhibition keeping his pace somewhat slowed down. You knew it was coming, anticipating the exact moment he’d succumb. Scaling his back up and down out of reflex, your mouth parted. “F-fuck, I promise baby”.
He twitched, undulating his hips against your skin as the wet sound you accumulated continued penetrating his senses. “I love you”. His tone had dropped, fully encapsulating every emotion he felt when he moved his head to gaze down at you. Holding his eyes level, he zoned in on each whimper, trailing his stare all over your face. You were completely gone, vision glazing over under the weight of it. “So much”.
He had whispered the last part, pouring every ounce of love he had into each lunge. Lip quivering at the feeling, you attempted to speak, words catching in your throat when you did. “I—”. It had coiled around your entire body like a weighted blanket, sending an intense ripple of pleasure rolling through your stomach. Ledger leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before leaving a lingering kiss on your lips.
Planting another one on your cheek now, he grazed your skin with his thumb, soothing against the shell of your ear, “I know you do”. A tremor ran up his spine as he tipped your face in the direction of his ear to hear every sound that rolled off your tongue. You clawed down his back, clinging to his arm while his thrusts sped up. He tightened his grip on your waist, groaning at the slight sting that followed. Arching up into him further, your blinks slowed down, chasing the feeling surging in your core. It was lost on you at this point how loud or quiet you were, purely caught up in how good he felt. “Let me feel it baby”.
The tickle of his facial hair against your skin was the last thing you registered before giving in at his request. For a moment your breath halted as your orgasm racked your body, tingling in waves that had you trembling in his touch. Ledger tensed, throbbing as you pulsated around him, triggering his own climax. He nestled deep inside you, a heavy groan escaping while ropes of his cum coated your walls. You two basked in the fuzzy warmth, allowing yourselves a few minutes to steady your breathing. During that time, you absentmindedly soothed your nails along his skin, finding yourself smiling now.
Breaking the soft silence, Ledger lifted his head, questioning, “better, or no?”, with a lazy smile painted on his face.
Pretending to ponder, you hummed, “hmmm give me a second to think…”, before cracking a wide smile. “Much better… ten out ten” Ledger chuckled, kissing your cheek in response. Your mind had quickly drifted to his admission from earlier, heat traveling up your neck as it did. “I think it’s only fair we try yours…”. Your gaze briefly dropped to his lips, trailing toward his facial hair. The picture you had painted of how he’d look afterwards was stuck in your system now, causing a small stir in your stomach. “Just so you can determine, of course…”
A knowing smile settled on his face upon seeing the gears turn in your head. “We will baby…”. He took in the content, sated look that often made its way onto your features once you were tapped out for the night. “Soon as I know you can handle it, that’s the first thing we’re doing”.
Projecting the same glint of excitement that was shown through his pupils, you gently teased, “you promise…?”
He didn’t respond right away, appreciating the fact that the tantalizing effect you had on him from your voice alone hadn’t changed at all. If anything, it felt stronger after being apart for so long. “I promise”.
After taking entirely too long in the shower together, you two slipped under the covers. Ledger spooned you from behind, circling one arm underneath your body to press against your boobs, holding you close with the other wrapped securely around your midsection. Legs mingled, you rested your arms around his, easing into his skin for comfort. Before you could succumb to sleep, your phone pinged on the dresser next to you with a message from Roman.
“Y’all were loud as hell btw but we’re all glad you made up!!”
Releasing a quiet groan, you couldn’t help the small laugh that came from the realization they came back at some point unbeknownst to both of you. Ledger had already fallen asleep, quietly snoring behind you as he unconsciously pulled you close.
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3
I’ve been seeing more Black readers wanting to write x reader stories that actually center poc readers—and that’s such a good way to create representation and explore dynamics that usually get ignored. While this post can apply to everyone, I wrote it with Black women in mind. They’re constantly targeted with hate on this app, left without real representation, and often made to feel too afraid to share their work. And just to be clear—before the ignorant ones show up—yes, x reader fics are meant to avoid assuming identity and stay “inclusive.” But if that were really happening, people wouldn’t have to dig through endless stories full of stuff like "you blushed bright red," "...pale skin," "he ran his fingers through your straight, silky hair," or "he was mesmerized by your blue eyes." That’s not inclusivity. This post is here to encourage and uplift writers who deserve to see themselves in the stories they love.
So here are some tips to help you get started:
➹ Starting Out
1. Pick your character/fandom first.
Who do you want the reader to interact with? Who is driving your motivation? Choosing a specific character gives you immediate direction.
2. Decide on the vibe.
Fluff, angst, romance, horror, or erotica? Knowing the tone makes it easier to start writing scenes.
3. Start small.
Instead of planning a giant fic, write a short drabble (like 300–700 words). You can always expand later!
✍️🏽 Writing POC Reader
Normalize the reader’s identity. Don’t overexplain—just weave details naturally, like references to skin tones, hair textures, cultural foods, or experiences. Avoid stereotypes. Instead of making the story about being a Black, let it be about the relationship/plot while still honoring identity (unless that's what the story is about).
Use inclusivity in description. Instead of “her cheeks flushed red,” you might say “their cheeks warmed” or describe a glow/undertone. If you do reference appearance, tie it to beauty and pride.
Tag your work properly!! If you do reference specific hair textures (like coils) or distinct skin tones, just make sure to tag it or mention it in the header so people looking for something else can scroll past.
Examples for Inspiration:
"At times like this, you envied bald people. Your coils were trapping the humid air against your scalp, the thick heat thriving enough to drive you crazy."
"You smoothed oil down your thighs, watching the dim bedroom light catch the way your brown skin gleamed against the sheets."
"You didn't turn around, but you could feel his gaze tracing the curve of your lips, completely mesmerized by the texure of your hair, your [blank] figure, and the deep, warm glow of your skin in the sunlight."
📚 Writing Techniques
Use second person pov (“you”). That’s the core of x reader writing.
Think like a scene director. Imagine what “you” are doing, how the character reacts, and the emotions.
To really make your scenes pop, you have to play with the actual rhythm of your sentences. The way a sentence is structured dictates the reader's mental and physical state.
Experiment with narration styles!
Play with sentence length. Use long, drawn-out sentences with sensory details when you want a scene to feel heavy, suffocating, or deeply sensual. Then, smash the reader with short, blunt sentences when the tension breaks or something terrifying happens.
Dialogue is gold. It brings out chemistry quickly, but you don’t need a constant back-and-forth to make a story good. Sometimes, the quiet standoff, the heavy silence, or a single, lingering look says more than a whole page of talking.
Show, don’t tell. Instead of writing "you were embarrassed or scared," break down the physical reaction. Write about the sharp catch of breath in your throat, the small, crooked smile you try to hide, or the way your nails dig into your palm to keep from trembling. "You dropped your gaze, but couldn’t hide the small, crooked smile that threatened to break through." Don't take this too literally—sometimes it's best to just name the feeling instead of going on and on.
☆ Tips for Staying Motivated
Write for yourself first, audience second! If you don't love the story, nobody else can do it justice.
Don’t compare your progress. Everyone starts somewhere, and your style will find its own natural rhythm over time.
Test the waters. Post short drabbles on Tumblr, AO3, or Wattpad. Seeing how people respond to small snippets can help you grow without the pressure of a massive project.
Save your inspiration. Keep screenshots, build specific music playlists to anchor the mood of a scene, or save aesthetic boards. It all helps spark ideas when you hit a wall.
Write for dead or tiny fandoms!! If the inspiration is there, DO IT! You'll usually find a small, incredibly dedicated group of readers who are starving for what you're creating.
Basic decency!
Always give people credit where it's due. Writers love knowing their work inspired someone else—it's the highest compliment you can pay. If a specific scene or dynamic sparked an idea for your own fic, drop a note to say that! And if you use someone’s artwork, graphics, or custom dividers to style your post, GIVE THEM CREDIT! Keep the community supportive and respectful.
just caught up with the digital blackface situation. As someone who wouldn’t say I am in the MJ/ Jackson family fandom officially, (but if you grew up black in the U.S., you were lowkey automatically an MJ fan) i want to say something as someone whose had experiences with mutuals getting exposed for this exact same thing.
First of all, be. your. self. If you have to come online to be someone you aren’t in the name of clout and followers, you got to go to talk to the lady. It’s sad that you feel the need imitating Black people esp. black women to gain popularity.
Also, I don’t know how many times we have to say this but if you are not Black, stop using AAVE. It’s not something adds a lil “spice” to your writings or to your funny posts, it’s something we still get made fun of or often persecuted for just communicating in our communities. We can tell you’re using it inauthentically bc a Black person from cali isn’t always gonna use the same aave phrases that a person in the dmv will.
The use of Black people as memes and other forms of entertainment has always been a main issue for me and made non-black people TOO comfortable laughing at or using us a punchlines and jokes.
I do not want to ruffle any feathers. However, i noticed something in Jackson family fandoms especially, is the disregard for Black fans’ feelings around certain topics pertaining to the family.
I saw on TikTok, where a younger black fan said she was disheartened by the noticeable pattern of the men in the family dating non black women. Instead giving space, non-black fans took upon themselves to downplay the girls feelings and use MJs songs to invalidate her. That shit is CORNY.
Sorry that was long but don’t let their rebrand fool you and SUPPORT ACTUAL BLACK FIC WRITERS!
changed my fav song of the moment on my intro post as i’ve been obsessed with emmavie for a lil bit. idk what they put in the water in the UK but their rnb has been hitting extra hard. USA get up! jk jk 😭
❛ ex!jaafar jackson 𝑥 𝒻 black woc!reader ❜ ╱ 𝓶.list 𓂋 college au . crackish . smau . past relationship . alpha phi alpha!jaafar . both reader and jaafar are juniors in college . mention of underage ? drinking . angst . bantering . j wants you back . you're just a little mean .
mari speaks. pls pls pls give me feedback. this is my first time posting a smau/texting au on here so please be kind to me. this also may or may not be a teaser for a new series i'm planning out rn (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
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