Most days were always like this. Y/n would be downstairs minding her own business, wasting away time until she just had to do something to save her life... or until she heard Mason from upstairs yelling incoherent slurs through his mic. She'd often have to go upstairs just to tell him to keep it down so the neighbours wouldn't up them about it the next morning.
Sitting on the couch, Y/n was found scrolling mindlessly through her socials, a Twitch notification popped up reminding her that Mason was live with Swagger and co. She'd jump up off the couch, adjusting her top in the process. She made her way up the stairs, opening Mason's door to allow herself in. It was one of those days where Mason was too lazy to fix himself up for the camera, so he'd have his facecam off (much to his girlfriend's delight).
Blue LED lights lit the room, along with Mason's keyboard and monitors. Y/n looked down at the carpet before she dragged her feet to the boy, spotting strange stains along the floor. She wouldn't dare to ask about them. Mason was threatening to defile Fitz if he'd keep camping in Counter Strike, all while Y/n was behind him; attempting to make any sense of what the man was saying.
Mason jumped as he felt a pair of hands making their way down his torso.
"Fuck, you scared me!", He laughed. She could hear the boys speaking through his headset.
"Is that Y/n? I want to say hi." That was definitely Swagger's voice. Mason took his hands off his mouse and keyboard to face Y/n, putting his headset onto her head.
After Y/n had a short interaction with Mason's friends, Mason went back to his game. He felt Y/n's lips graze the skin of his neck, the hairs stood up on his arms. She noticed his heartbeat quicken as her hands fell to his lap. She pulled his chair away from his desk, slipping into the small space between him and his setup. Y/n found refuge in between his legs, sitting on her own heels.
The boys heard Mason adjust himself in his spot before he muted his mic, the boy readying himself for what was about to happen. Y/n toyed with the hem of his sweatpants, Mason hastily raising his hips to pull them down.
"Is Mace there?", You could here Swagger's voice from the other end.
"Probably getting his dick sucked.", Cam replied.
"YOU CAN'T SAY THAT, HE'S STREAMING."
The girl couldn't help, but giggle a little bit at the interaction and her boyfriend's chuffed expression, we clicked around on his mouse, probably ending stream in a hurry. Pressing kisses from the base up to his tip, Mason's head fell back into his chair, trying his best not to get too worked up. Y/n pulled his "Sunday" boxers to his lower thighs, getting to work soon after. He grabbed a fist full of Y/n's hair after disconnecting his headset from his pc in fear that the boys could still hear him.
Briefly taking your hand away from Mason, spitting in it then shortly reconnecting, he couldn't help, but let out a muffled groan. His facial expression reassured Y/n of your skills... or maybe it's just been a while for Mason.
After what felt like ages to Mason, Y/n finally took him in. Putting her lips around him, earning a well deserved moan. He took a fist full of the girl’s hair once again, pushing himself further into her throat. “Fuck.”, Mason muttered under his breath. Y/n pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip. His breath quickened and incoherent swears left his lips. The girl disconnected her lips from Mason, looking up at him through her eyelashes. The boy couldn’t maintain eye contact, writhing around in his chair, waiting for contact once again. “Please”, He muttered. “Please what?” Before Mace could respond, Y/n took him in once again. Her lips almost touching his torso, Mason had no choice, but to buck his hips into the girl. Both hands entangled in her hair as he uses the girl as his own fuck toy.
His eyes clenched shut as he was inching closer to his orgasm. “Can I keep doing this? I’m so fucking close to cumming, Y/n.” Obviously, Y/n couldn’t respond. She moaned into him, the vibrations getting him closer to his destination, he took it as a yes. Mason stopped in his tracks, lifting Y/n to her feet followed by bending her over his set up. She found herself looking at her reflection in the dark monitor screen as her boyfriend spread her wetness for easier entry. Without warning, he slipped inside of her. He grabbed onto her hips and plowed through her, earning moans after moans. He wrapped his arms around her torso, one hand toying with her clit, another groping her tit all whilst maintaining both of their balances. “You like that? You’re always so good for me, Y/n. Why’s that, huh?” Y/n couldn’t even respond, she was so infatuated with her own pleasure, she couldn’t form sentences. All Mason could get out of her was a string of moans and curses.
A hand left her tit and moved to her throat, Mason holding it there, applying pressure now and again. The boy’s thrusts quickened after Y/n admitted she was close to cumming, despite only being fucked for 10 minutes at minimum. Y/n’s moans got louder, losing her breath all the while. Her walls clenched around Mason, her orgasm ripping through her, Mason showing no sign of stopping until he slipped over the edge. The girls legs were on the brink of giving out on her, Mason taking note of this. He flipped her over before throwing her legs over her shoulders, Y/n was caught off guard about how much Mason had in him. The girl clenched her eyes closed and furrowed her brows, waiting for Mason to finish. She was far too sensitive to keep on going. “Just a little more, babe.”, Mason breathed out.
Caught off guard, he pulled out of Y/n and sat back on his chair. Y/n slipping back between his legs once again, the boys tip was a firey red and he couldn’t take the absence of his girlfriend’s mouth around him anymore. “I want you to swallow it.” Y/n replied with a nod and got to work. Tongue swirling around his tip as her hands covered the rest of the space. He bucked his hips into her mouth and held them there until his own orgasm ripped through the girl. Y/n pulling away before lapping up the remains of his orgasm. Her head falling into Mason’s lap in fatigue, coming down from her orgasmic high.
The boy threw the girl over his shoulder and placed her in the bath, running some hot water for her. “I‘ll go an explain to the boys why I was gone for so long. I’ll be back.” Mason left after placing a kiss to Y/n’s forehead.
“Sorry boys, just took a fat shit. I’m gonna hop off now.”, Mason lied. “Shut the fuck up, we know what happened, faggot.”
i have a fitz x f!reader smut coming along, seems though the ggf fics are kinda popular! i also have a heap of drafts i wanted to finish sometime this month, they consist of kryozgaming, cscoop, and most of the misfits.
however, i did want to start writing for heartbreak high!! also my requests are always open, it’s hard writing when you have so much freedom :(
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | you and tom have been two peas in a pod for your entire lives: tommy and birdie, partners in crime. you only fell in love with him a few years ago, though. maybe he'll notice sometime before you die of old age... but probably not.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 15.8k (oops)
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex/loss of virginity, fingering, oral f receiving), alcohol consumption and tobacco use, best friends to lovers, angst, pining, fluff, tom and reader lacking braincells, extreme cornish, protectiveness/jealousy, There Was Only One Bed, I can't stress enough how fucking stupid these two are, truly no braincells detected in this entire fic
(title's after the song by the greeting committee <3 will always be the song that makes me think of tom the most)
YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE THE MOVIE TO READ THIS! plot of the film is totally discarded lmaooo
author's note part 2: there's a moment where the reader mentions that sometimes people think her and tom are siblings, she does not necessarily mean that they look alike! she means that they ACT like siblings and could be related through adoption or marriage-- her appearance isn't described and it's left open-ended for anyone to insert themselves ❤️
before we get started, I'm including a convenient cornish dictionary for you all to use if you're not already familiar with the dialect! other terms might pop up but they'll be explained in the text
teazy - acting grumpy or throwing a tantrum; something you might say to a kid having a fit or an adult who is being childishly negative
tuss - insult referencing male genitals; similar to 'knob' or 'dick' in UK and US english
my 'ansum - common, platonic greeting for men ("my handsome")
my bird - common, platonic greeting for women
rich - lovely, endearing, or beautiful
diddy? - a phrase used to mean 'is that true?' or 'really?'; diddah? and issuh? mean the same thing
wasson? - a greeting; short for "what's going on?"
jumping - very angry
hanging - terrible, gross
scat - (NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING lol) to push or fight someone
geek - a quick look; you can 'take a geek' at something
“Leave off, m'fine." Tom crinkled up his nose as he tried to brush your hands away, but you fought to keep dabbing the cuts on his face with the washcloth.
"Fine? You look like you lost a fight," you frowned.
"Well, we won the match, so," he smiled, but winced when you went back to the cut just above his eyebrow. “Fuck off, that hurts!”
“Couldn’t hurt as much as it did when you got it,” you insisted. “C’mon, it’ll scar if you don’t let me clean it up right.”
“So? I thought the lasses liked scars,” he grinned. “Makes me look tough.”
“Makes you look like you got your arse handed to you.”
Tom really wasn’t built for rugby. Though he certainly wasn’t in bad shape, he was the slimmest of all the guys he played with; he was fast, he had that going for him, but the poor kid got pummelled every time he played.
“Wish you wouldn’t go out there,” you mumbled, one of those rare times that you admitted how much you hated seeing him get hurt.
“Wish you wouldn’t worry about me when I can take care’a meself,” he replied.
And that was how it had always been— Tom was just reckless like that, and you had to try to reign him in as best you could. You could remember so many nights spent this way, you trying to scold him enough that he might be a little more careful; but considering you’d been doing this since you were just little kids, you eventually gave up on trying to stop him and just decided to be there when he needed a little comfort.
You might’ve always been Tom’s greatest comfort. So many things in life are uncertain, temporary, fleeting. Not you; you’d always been there, as long as he could remember— even longer, really. And not just because he had a shit memory from all those rugby concussions.
“Aren’t you worried you’ll look beat up in all our holiday photos?” you asked him, speaking quietly since you were so close to his face to treat his injuries.
“Why’d that bother me?” he shrugged. “You think I’m gonna be lookin’ at me own stupid mug in photos?”
“Don’t say that,” you shoved him on the shoulders as he laughed, leaning back into the couch. “You’ve got a nice mug, if you didn’t get it all mucked up.”
“You think m’pretty then?” he cooed sarcastically, putting his hand under his chin and batting his eyelashes; you giggled and shoved him harder, this time knocking you both back until he was laying on the couch and you were on top of him.
“Yeah, pretty daft,” you replied, and he snorted.
“Fuck off,” he rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your back.
“Lemme go, need to get a bandage for your face,” you explained as you squirmed.
“Nuh uh,” he denied your request, “not letting you up— sorry, birdie.”
“Tommy!” you whined through a laugh, struggling harder against him, but he just held you tighter and grinned down at you. Giving up, you made a pouty face and rested your chin on his chest. He mimicked your expression, mocking you until you frowned for real and gave up, turning your face again to lay your cheek down on his shirt.
He gave you a kiss on top of your head, and you let your eyes fall shut.
“Maybe just a little rest,” you decided, your voice already slurring— you were more tired than you thought.
“Mhm,” he agreed, brushing his fingers over your hair. “Just a little, huh?”
You nodded groggily.
“Alright— sleep tight, birdie…”
You were only tired because you’d been up way too late, packing for your trip to St. Ives with your and Tom’s families. Joint vacations were nothing new to the two of you— actually, his parents and yours had been taking trips together since before the two of you were born. There were pictures of you and Tommy, chubby little babies in your mums’ arms, riding on the London Eye; you’d watched a home video a few times where you were playing in the sand together at a beach in Valencia. You weren’t sure why they felt the need to fly all the way to Spain for beaches when there were plenty here in Cornwall… but, case in point, this trip was going to be a much more relaxed (and budget-conscious) one: a roadtrip across the county, a couple rooms at a beach-side inn, and some much needed time in the sun for the next week. Tom promised to teach you how to surf, though you weren’t sure you’d be able to figure it out anyways— but you looked forward to trying. Really, you looked forward to Tom’s hands on your waist as he tried to help you find your balance.
Truth be told, despite being secretly in love with him since you were fourteen, you never really expected anything to happen with Tommy. You were like brother and sister— even his parents treated you like a daughter, and vice versa— and you’d always been so close. There’s always that fear of confessing to someone you’re close with and ruining the friendship, but this was even worse than that. If you lost Tom, you’d lose everything.
So, it wasn’t sad— there wasn’t a lot of pining anymore, not many nights spent gushing into your diary about it and then crying yourself to sleep because he got a new girlfriend or something. It was peaceful now, the one-sidedness of it. You loved him, he didn’t notice, everything went on as usual and that was it. You kept dating other guys, though Tom never liked any of them, and he dated other girls that you pretended to get along with until they split after a couple weeks.
In fact, dating was the topic of the hour as you and Tom sat in the back of his dad’s suburban, trying to entertain yourselves on the long drive to the beach resort you’d be staying at.
“That girl Dani,” you remembered, focusing most of your attention on a sudoku from the book you’d brought for the trip. “She was fit— why’d you break up again?”
“Too clingy,” Tommy shrugged, not looking back at you; he was toying with the friendship bracelet around his wrist, the one you’d made for him at summer camp when you were eleven with blue and yellow and black chevrons. Since you gave it to him, you’d never seen him without it, which is why the colours were all faded and dirty now, and why you were glad you made it adjustable all those years ago… he certainly outgrew the original size by now.
“I thought that was Claire,” you recalled.
“Oh, her too,” he nodded.
“This seems to be a problem for you,” you noticed, “clingy girls. What does that even mean?”
“Means they get, like, possessive,” he clarified, holding his hands up almost like a motion of choking someone. “Wanna know what you’re doing all the time, want a text every half hour— it’s too much.”
“That just means they like you, Tommy,” you rolled your eyes. “You shouldn’t dump girls over that.”
“They usually dump me,” he corrected.
“What?!” you squeaked, before you cleared your throat when you noticed what your utter disbelief might imply.
“Guess they just get, I dunno, jealous?” he explained, crinkling his nose as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.
“Jealous?” you repeated, looking away from the page in front of you for the first time. The way he was looking at you— head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised and mouth in a small frown— you realised what he meant. “Of me?”
“Well, yeah,” he mumbled, “I mean, we spend so much time together.”
“But we’re just friends,” you noticed.
“That’s what I try to tell them!” he insisted. “I mean, I say that you’re my best mate and all but I don’t even think of you like that— c’mon, I’d never…”
You looked back at the half-solved sudoku, letting out a sigh that you hoped you could pull off as frustration with the number grid before you.
“Guess they don’t believe me,” he concluded, “or they don’t care.”
“They must think it’s bound to happen one day,” you posited. “That we’ll get together, I mean.”
“Yeah— but don’t you think if it was gonna happen, it would’ve happened already?” he pointed out.
You bit your lip. “Yeah,” you agreed curtly.
"Hey— whatever happened to that lad with the crooked teeth you liked so much?" Tommy asked.
"You'll have to be more specific," you huffed, keeping your eyes trained on your puzzle.
"He had specs and a freckle right on the end of his nose," Tommy continued.
"Oh yeah! Frank," you reminded him of the boy's name. "What, did you actually approve of him or something?"
"Course not," Tommy scoffed. "Jus' wondering, 'cause you used to go on about him all the time— 'bout how he was so wonderful and all." Tommy rolled his eyes, just to make sure it was perfectly clear that he didn't approve.
"Erm, well," you stalled, "yeah, haven't talked to him in a while."
Tommy wouldn't buy an excuse like that from you, he knew you far too well. Leaning in, he titled his head to try to get a view of your face. "Did something happen with him?" he pressed, and you swallowed.
"Yeah, I mean— nothing really," you shrugged, "he just got upset that I didn't wanna take things too fast, I guess. Called me a slag and threw my phone— didn't crack, though, got lucky there—"
"Diddy?" Tommy spat, his anger obvious on his face. He sat back up when you nodded, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "Shoulda told me, would've scat 'im down and beat his face in. Can't be talking to my birdie like that."
Your heart skipped a beat. His birdie.
"And throwin' your phone, too? Bleddy tuss," Tommy sneered, shaking his head as he looked out the window, like he was trying to calm himself down.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you get especially Cornish when you're angry?" you giggled.
"Only twice a day, birdie," Tom laughed.
Did anyone ever tell you that it turns me on?
“We’re here!” your mum announced, and you looked up to see that the car was turning in to a roundabout driveway. Tom excitedly leaned against his window, looking up at the hotel. “Wow,” he breathed. “Look!”
He guided you to lean in right up against him, pressing your cheek to the glass so you could see the tall building. It wasn’t a skyscraper or anything— this wasn’t that kind of place— but it was at least ten stories, with white bricks on the outside and seafoam-green shutters on each window.
With the car parked, Tom and the dads were going through the boot while his mom ran to use the loo and you and your mom checked in.
You weren’t really paying attention, honestly, while your mom gave the woman at the front desk a credit card for incidentals and all that. The interaction only piqued your interest when you heard her confirm— “three rooms, then?”
“Yep,” your mum agreed.
“Three?” you repeated, looking up at her.
“Yeah— your dad and I, Gary and Marie, and then another room for you and Tom.”
You cleared your room. “Tom and I get our own room?”
“You think us old geezers wanna be kept up all night by your giggling?” she snorted. “Figured you two could entertain yourselves just fine, give the grown-ups some space.”
Before you could decide how to react to that, the opening of the front doors got everyone’s attention. Tom looked ridiculous trying to carry as many bags as he could— all of yours, plus his and his mom’s— and you snorted as you watched him waddle into the lobby with all of them.
“What floor are we on?” he asked, the strain in his voice apparent and hilarious.
“Ten,” you informed him, and he groaned.
“Kidding! Three,” you chuckled, “and there’s a lift.”
“Aw, Jesus,” Tom grumbled as he walked past you, struggling under the weight of the bags. “You’re tryin’ to kill me, birdie.”
“I didn’t tell you to carry all those,” you rolled your eyes, looking at the concierge again as Tom turned the corner to find the lift.
“Is that your boyfriend?” she asked, continuing before you could answer. “You two are adorable.”
“O-oh, er— no, actually,” you stammered, “just a friend.”
“Oh!” she mumbled. “I see, my apologies.”
You looked down at your phone for just a second, only to hear your mom make a strange noise— a little giggle, and you saw her and the woman at the desk looking at each other. “What?” you asked your mum.
“Nothing, dear,” she dismissed.
“What?!” you hissed, groaning when she hid a cheeky smile but said nothing. “You’re so weird sometimes, mum…”
“Anyhoo,” the concierge mumbled, “you’re all ready to go! Three king bed rooms, third floor, ocean view—”
“Wait, wait,” you interrupted, “all the rooms have a king bed?” She nodded. “Just a king bed?”
“Well… there’s a couch,” she offered.
You deflated slightly. “That might be a little strange.”
“Oh,” she hummed, “well, I could change your room if you’d like. But they won’t be connected anymore…”
“That’s fine,” you shook your head.
“Okay, there’s a room with two twins across the hall,” she explained, reading from her computer screen.
Ugh, a twin was gonna be uncomfortable, but so would just one bed. “That’s fine, thank you.”
She clicked around on her keyboard for a bit, and right as she looked up at you again, Tom appeared from around the corner again. “All done,” she announced, “I’ve changed your room for you!”
“You what?” Tom choked.
“She’s just changed our room for us,” you explained to him.
“Ah god,” he panted, laying his head against the wall while he caught his breath. “Birdie, I just put all the bags away…”
You sighed, and the woman piped up again. “I could still change it back for you, if the bags are too much trouble.”
“Please,” Tom breathed, and she nodded and started up with the keyboard again. Rolling your eyes, you brushed past Tom flippantly.
“I’m gonna change,” you announced.
“Goin’ up to the room?” he asked.
“No, I was going to strip in the hallway and hope nobody walked through,” you replied snarkily.
“I was just gonna give you the key, birdie,” he smirked, pulling the plastic card out of his pocket. You chewed your lip, regretting being so rude.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking it from him and moving along to the lift.
~
You’d only brought one swimsuit, the new one you’d bought just for this. Maybe you’d had this crazy idea somewhere in the back of your mind that if you wore a tight little bikini, you’d finally get Tom’s attention and he’d stop seeing you just as the little girl he’d grown up with. If you’d been a little less emotional and a touch more logical, you would’ve checked the weather first.
Yes, it was a beach, but it was still an English beach… the sky was grey and cloudy, and without sunlight, the ocean breeze was less refreshing and more chilly. Very chilly, in fact, when you had hardly anything on like this. You were trying so hard to act natural, to lay there on that chair on the beach and look as gorgeous as possible for whenever Tom came out, but it was so cold… every few seconds you were tensing up your jaw to try to fight off a shiver.
He came down a couple minutes later, wearing his swim trunks, but since he was apparently smarter than you, he was also wearing a half-zip jumper and a t-shirt underneath. You pretended not to see him coming and laid still, only reacting to his presence with a polite wave when he was too close to ignore.
“Not gonna get much of a tan in this weather,” he noticed with a laugh as he sat next to you.
“I’m not tanning, I’m… relaxing,” you explained.
“Want me jumper, birdie?” he offered. “You look freezing.”
“I-I’m fine,” you insisted, but your teeth chattered. Next thing you knew, he was peeling it off over his head anyways— his shirt stuck to it and started to lift, too, exposing his stomach. He managed to get the jumper off, though, and pulled it down over your face as you laughed and resigned yourself to your fate. “Tommy, stop it,” you whined, batting his arms away so you could put the garment on yourself— he’d been trying to force it on you and accidentally trapped your face in one of the sleeves.
When you finally navigated your limbs through the borrowed sweater, popping your face out and breathing in a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck inside the cotton for a moment, you saw him looking at you… different. Just a little different, but different nonetheless. You wrinkled your eyebrows together at him, and he shook his head with a little laugh, and it was all back to normal again. “Should keep you warm,” he mumbled, turning back to the view of the ocean and bringing his feet up onto the chair.
“Thanks,” you nodded, watching him lift his hands up behind his head and sigh.
For a while, you two laid there in silence, the sound of the ocean waves and seabirds like a quiet, slow song. If you weren't thinking constantly about whether or not Tom was looking at you, you might've been able to relax enough to fall asleep. Apparently Tom wasn't all in his head because he dozed off within a couple minutes, and after that, you decided to get up and explore the beach a bit. There were little shops dotted here and there, a gelato stand, a cosy open-air pub playing music over their speakers.
You stopped to watch some boys playing volleyball on the beach, and one of them seemed to notice you staring— and he smiled at you, just before he served; you had to be careful not to make yourself look stupid by suddenly smiling down at the sand and toying with your hair, but you desperately wanted to. He was cute, and tall and, you know, shirtless. They all were, but he probably looked the best that way of any of them.
He ended the round with a spike right beside the net, and his side of the court cheered while the others groaned and complained to each other. You clapped for them, and the boy looked at you again; he said something to his friends, and with the ball still under his arm, he jogged over toward you.
"Hey," he greeted with a sideways, pearly-white smile.
"Hi," you returned.
"Did you like watching us play?" he asked, glancing back at the net for a second.
"Yeah, you're really good," you nodded. "Are you a real team or somethin'?"
"No, god no," he laughed, "we just play for fun. Not many sandy beaches to play at in London."
"Oh, you're visiting from London? What part?"
"Southeast," he replied.
You nodded. "Oh…"
There wasn't much you could say to that because you didn't know anything about London; he chuckled, apparently realising just that. "I guess you're from around here?"
"Sort of— an hour down the way but, yes, I'm from Cornwall," you agreed.
“You’ve got an interesting accent,” he noticed with a smirk. “It’s cute, actually.”
“Oh, y’think?” you smiled shyly. “Always heard growing up that a Cornish accent made me sound like a dumb farmer or somethin’.”
“It works on you, though,” he decided.
"Oi! Come back and serve!" one of the boys by the net called, and your new friend turned his head around.
"Go on without me," he told them, tossing the ball over. "I'm talking to, er…"
He looked back at you, and you stammered out your name; he repeated it back to you with a smile.
"I'm Devon," he told you.
"Well, hi, Devon," you smiled.
Aaaaand, just in time, you heard Tom’s voice calling after you: “Birdie!” he shouted from down the beach, and you turned and sighed as you waved back.
In a moment, Tom was beside you, slipping his arm around your shoulders.
"Where'd you run off to, my lover?" Tommy asked with a tilted smile, but he didn't give you a chance to answer before he looked over at the other young man and back at you. "Who's the emmet?"
"My name's Devon, not Emmett," the Londoner corrected, and you hoped your polite laugh would break the tension.
"No, Devon, 'emmet' is Cornish," you explained. "It's what we call tourists."
Except, ‘incomer’ is what you call tourists. Emmet is what you call annoying tourists. And you knew Tom was annoyed by him because he was hitting on you.
"This your girl, then?" Devon asked Tom… a little straightforward, but that's just how Londoners are, maybe?
"What's it to you?" Tom wondered.
"Er—" you interjected immediately, "no, actually, Tom's just a friend," you coughed, knowing that even though it was a way to greet a good friend around here, Tom surely intended for it to be misinterpreted.
"Bloody hell. Can't tell what you people are saying," Devon grumbled, and you spoke up before Tom surely asked what 'you people' was supposed to mean.
"Anyways, point is— Tom and I are good friends, known each other since we were kids," you continued.
"Really?" Devon pressed.
“Yep," Tom replied with a beaming smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, "she’s been me best mate since we were wee babes,” he beamed.
“A bird’s your best mate?” Devon scoffed. “Sure you’re not bent?”
“I’m bent? You’re the one spendin’ all your time with a bunch of blokes with no shirts on, mate,” Tom defended.
Devon stepped forward and you had to jut yourself in between them to keep it from getting too heated. “Okay, lads, let’s settle down, then—”
“Be careful,” Tom warned Devon, and you jabbed him with your elbow as punishment.
“I said to stop it, alright?” you hissed at Tom. “Doesn’t matter, Tommy.”
“Yeah, Tommy,” Devon snickered, and you literally had to lean all your weight onto Tommy to keep him from trying to dive right over you to pummell the bellend.
"Let's go," you informed Tommy as you scoffed at Devon. Wrapping a hand around Tom's waist, you guided him to walk with you back down the beach, away from the possibility of a fight.
Tommy could find a fight anywhere— even on the beach on holiday. It was a real talent of his.
"You're horrible!" you whined as you punched Tom on his side.
"What did I do now?" he groaned.
"You scared that boy off, he was cute and he was flirting with me."
"Exactly!" Tommy emphasised, and you rolled your eyes. "He turned out to be a wanker, anyhow, you heard him making fun of our accent, didn't you?"
"I think he was just making fun of your accent," you frowned.
"We've got the same one," Tom noticed.
"Well— just stop doing that! You always do that."
"Sorry, birdie,” he shrugged, not seeming especially sorry.
You sighed and decided to let it go, because it wasn’t worth the argument. “What’s next, then? Think I’ve had enough of the beach.”
“Pub?” he suggested, and you laughed.
“Hardly late enough for that, don’t you think?” you snorted.
“Okay, dinner first, then pub,” he offered instead.
“That’s better.”
~
There were a few pubs along your walk back from dinner, but only one that had the rugby match on; so, of course, that was the one Tom picked. It was almost entirely empty when you came inside, and since the match had gone to commercial break, Tom decided now was the best time to run to the loo.
“Order me something?” he requested. “Whatever you’re getting.”
You nodded and he dashed off down a hallway. Sitting at the bar, currently unattended with no other patrons but yourself, you looked up at the telly on the wall and caught a couple seconds of a car commercial.
“Can I get you anything?”
The voice made you turn your head away from the telly, and you were surprised to find a boy your age on the other side of the bar.
“Oh, erm,” you choked, “just something on tap? M’not picky.”
“There’s a stout we brew right here in the neighbourhood,” he suggested, “you might like it.”
“Sure,” you shrugged, “and one for my friend.”
“Great,” he smiled, bending down below the bar and reappearing with two pint glasses in hand. You watched him as he tilted the glasses and filled them from the tape, admiring his tan skin and longer hair— he had that surfer look about him, in a Cornwall sort of way.
“Aren’t you a little young to be tending bar?” you noticed.
He laughed, revealing some dimples in the process. “And you’re one to talk?” he shot back.
“I’m old enough to be served, aren’t I?” you challenged.
“Well actually, I was gonna ask for your ID,” he admitted, “but, you’re cute, so I decided to let it slide.”
You looked down as he set your drink on the bar for you. “Thanks,” you hummed. You tried it, giving him a nod of approval when the taste hit your tongue— it was pretty mild, and sort of grapefruit-y somehow.
“In town for holiday?” he assumed.
“Yeah,” you nodded, and he clicked his tongue.
“Too bad,” he shook his head. “When are you going back home?”
“Thursday.”
“And where’s home?” he asked. “You sound local.”
“Yeah, I am,” you agreed, “about an hour north.”
“Liskeard?” he guessed, and you shook your head. “Launceston?”
“Closer,” you smiled.
“Bradworthy?”
“Oh, too far…”
“Holsworthy,” he grinned.
“Got it,” you nodded.
“Seems like it’d be easier to just drive up to Westward Ho! wouldn’t it?” he tilted his head.
“I try not to go anywhere that has an exclamation mark in the name,” you explained, and he chuckled a little.
“I guess that’s fair,” he shrugged, “and it’s a good thing you came here anyways.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because now I get to look at you,” he cooed.
You took a sip of the beer to hide your warming face. When you brought the glass back down, he laughed at you softly.
“Got some foam on your nose, my bird,” he warned you, reaching forward to wipe it off with his thumb.
“Oh, th-thanks,” you stammered, watching him put his thumb to his mouth and suck that bit of foam off while he kept looking at you. What a flirt! Do it again.
Tom came back from the washroom and sat on the stool next to yours, thanking you for ordering his beer for him before he took a large drink of it.
"O-oh," the bartender choked, and you knew that look— the ‘shit, you've got a boyfriend’ look.
You sighed. "Hey, um— this is my friend, Tom," you explained.
"Wasson?" Tom greeted him, nodding his head quickly in acknowledgement.
"Not much, mate," he replied, "Cade.”
“Tom,” he answered back as if he didn’t already know that, not going so far as to shake hands since Tom was holding his glass and Cade was holding a rag to wipe down the bar.
“She was just telling me you're only here for a spell,” Cade recalled, “which is a proper shame.”
You smiled shyly. “Oh, yeah, well, I wish our holiday could be longer, too.”
“Always the prettiest maids just here on holiday,” Cade nodded, looking at Tom. “You know how it is, don’t you? You’re from a holiday town, too, I heard.”
Not quite as popular as your current location, but yes, vacationers would occasionally appear in town. You’d never noticed this ‘girls visiting from up-country are prettier’ principle, but your eyes turned to Tom expectantly. “Uh, yeah,” Tommy nodded. “Yeah, I know how it is. And half of them have boyfriends back home.”
It made your heart sink a bit— what you would give to have one of those. Or to have Tommy say no, the prettiest bird’s right here with me now. Or both.
“But that doesn’t stop all of them,” he added with a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.
“You’re awful, Tommy,” you shoved him lightly.
“Yeah,” he agreed, licking his bottom lip.
Cade gestured at Tom’s rugby union shirt— “You play?” he asked.
“Yeah, sometimes,” Tom nodded, “you?”
“I just watch,” he shrugged, pointing at the telly in the corner. “Cooped up in this pub all the time, anyway.”
“That’s no excuse,” Tom chided, “gotta get out there and get roughed up!”
“That’s what surfing’s for,” Cade smirked.
“Okay, now I’m definitely not going,” you shook your head. “I don’t wanna get roughed up by the ocean!”
“I said I would teach her,” Tom informed Cade, “now look what you’ve done.”
“Sorry,” Cade laughed, “you’ll be fine, and you’ve come at just the right time of year for it.”
“That’s what I said!” Tom agreed.
Oh god, were they actually getting on alright? Would Tom give his approval, finally?
You sipped your stout and let them go on about rugby and football teams for a while, letting yourself get your hopes up that Tom would actually like a guy who liked you— and sure, he was a barkeep in your holiday spot, not exactly the foundation for a serious relationship, but it would be nice to have a little fling without worrying that Tom would end up beating him up.
Tom was the one who made fun of you sometimes for being a virgin, anyway. He never meant it— actually, when he occasionally took the time to be serious, he assured you better than anyone else that it was perfectly normal and fine to still be one. But still, you weren’t exactly trying to hang onto it much longer. Tom told you to wait for the right person; but you’d been waiting for him for way too long.
Watching the match together, you and Tom put down a few pints and laughed at some stupid old inside jokes— Cade tended to stick around, chatting with you both, when there weren’t other customers to serve. You caught him glancing at you a few times, and you liked how you felt when he looked at you like that— desirable, maybe even grown up. You and Tom had been friends since you were little, after all, and since he treated you the exact same way he always had, sometimes you still felt little around him. But you weren’t. It was good to remember that.
The match ended— Cornwall won, thank god, or you’d be babying Tom all night after he drowned his sorrows in something stronger than the local stout. He still drank a little too much to celebrate, but less too much.
Enough that he had to go to the loo again, though, at which point Cade was suddenly right by you again. “Your friend’s funny,” he smiled.
“Yeah,” you agreed, “he’s not always that loud, but, yeah, he’s never been very subtle.”
“And he’s just a friend?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes,” you insisted, and you focused your tone on your annoyance and not your disappointment.
“Just checking!” Cade returned defensively. “How long have you known him?”
“My whole life,” you sighed. “Can’t remember a time without him. He’s just… always been there.”
Cade nodded. “That’s nice, wish I had a friend like that. People come and go a lot in a place like this.”
“I bet,” you offered sympathetically. “And your girlfriend? Does she come and go, or stick around?”
“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” he frowned.
“Just checking,” you winked.
“Why, you think I should get one?” he raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged. “If you can find one…”
His eyes dragged over you, his smile fading slightly; you pretended not to be totally overwhelmed by it all.
“Cade!” a voice shouted from the back, and an older woman poked her head out of the kitchen as Cade turned his head. “Come back here an’ clean up!”
“I will, mum!” he called back, before returning his attention to you. “Listen, I’d better get back to work— but you could come by tomorrow? If you wanted.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I think I’ll find the time.”
“Tom can come too, of course,” he added, leaning closer to you on the bar, “but… I’d rather have some time alone with you, if that’s alright.”
Reaching up to scratch your shoulder, you bit your lip to hide a smile. “Okay, yeah—” you set your hands back down on the bar when you saw the way he was looking at you, “yeah, I’d like that, too. I’m sure Tommy can find some way to entertain himself for an hour.”
Cade’s hand landed on yours suddenly, giving it a quick squeeze while he winked at you. And then he threw the rag over his shoulder and disappeared into the back. You pursed your lips and exhaled through them; it had been a while since you had butterflies like that.
Tom came back around the corner, leaning beside you on the wooden bar, and you giggled when you saw how red his nose had gotten from the booze. “Tommy, you look like you’ve stuck your face in blusher,” you noticed.
“Aw, really?” he scrunched up his nose, wiping it with his hand.
“You can’t wipe it off!” you laughed harder. “Cade’s gone to the back to work— wanna go on a walk, take a geek at the rest of the neighbourhood?”
“Sure,” he agreed, letting you take his hand and pull him along with you out the door and around the pavement. You walked in silence for a few moments, glancing at him once, before you just had to bring it up.
“So, Cade was nice…” you trailed off. You looked at Tom expectantly, wearing a hopeful smile, but you hadn't even said anything yet before he expressed his dissent.
“No, no way,” he shook his head, ignoring your protests, “not good enough for you.”
“What? Tommy, what’s wrong with him?”
“What’s wrong with him?” Tom repeated. “Birdie, what’s right with him?”
“I thought you liked him!” you whined. “He was so nice to you, and you talked rugby for ages!”
“Was looking at you funny,” he shuddered.
“Well, I’d hope so,” you rolled your eyes, “doesn’t that mean he’s interested?”
“That’s what you want, creepy guys drooling all over you?” Tom snorted. “Come on, let’s go— I don’t want you seeing that sod again.”
You groaned, but let him drape his arm over your shoulders and guide you away. “You shouldn’t be so protective, Tom… this is why everyone thinks you’re either my brother or my boyfriend.”
“If it keeps the boys away from you, I don’t care what they think,” he decided. You rolled your eyes as he pulled your head down with his arm, enough that he could plant a kiss on top of your head. “There, now they’ll think I’m your boyfriend, how about that?”
“You kiss me all the time,” you laughed.
“Eh?”
“On the head,” you clarified. “You give me kisses on the head, doesn’t make you my boyfriend.”
“Guess not,” he agreed.
Halfway along your walk, you passed a park which Tom decided would be the perfect place to share a cigarette— actually, he was just going to smoke it himself, but you made him share.
“Remember your sixth birthday party?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere, after a drag. “You tripped and sprained your ankle running in the backyard that day, but you stopped crying when we gave you your presents.”
You laughed at the memory. “God, I barely remember— but yeah.”
He handed the cigarette to you and you rested it between your lips. “Do you remember what I got you?” he continued.
“A Barbie,” you recalled, “wasn’t it? She was some little princess or something, can’t remember now.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Well, I want you to know that before I gave her to you, I took her out of the box and took her clothes off.”
“What?!” you snorted, making a cloud of smoke
“I had to know!” he laughed. “I put them back on and put her back in the box and everything first before I gave her to you.”
“Yeah, I think I would remember getting a naked Barbie, Tom,” you scoffed, and he carefully plucked the cigarette from your fingers and took it back.
“Right, well—” he stopped to inhale, and then let it out as he continued— “she had plastic panties on anyway. Wasn’t worth it,” he shook his head.
You dropped your forehead into your palm. “The fuck are you talking about?” you giggled.
“Just that time of night where you feel like confessing things, I guess,” he shrugged.
“Any other secrets you’ve been keeping from me?” you pressed. “Any other childhood toys of mine that you violated?”
“Took a geek up the skirt of a Cabbage Patch Kid or two,” he added, “but that’s about it.”
“Well, we all did that,” you rolled your eyes, and he grinned at you.
“Oh, I knew it,” he purred, “I think you were just as much of a pervert as I was.”
“Yeah? But you’re still a pervert,” you accused.
“Maybe,” he relented, “but at least I’m not a prude.”
You looked away quickly. “M’not a prude, Tommy…”
“I know, I know,” he soothed, handing you the last quarter of the cigarette, “you’re just picky. And you should be.”
He suddenly laid his head down on your lap, making you tense up a little bit and wonder where you were supposed to put your hands.
“Nobody deserves you anyway,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he adjusted himself to get comfortable on the bench.
“Well, that doesn’t really solve my problem, does it?” you said, speaking a little quieter.
“What’s the problem?” he wondered sleepily.
You sighed, holding the cigarette in your mouth as you reached down and carded your fingers through his hair. He hummed and smiled a little. “Nothing,” you dismissed, and he started to breathe slower and slower.
You finished the cigarette over the course of the next however-long-it-had-been, absent-mindedly touching his head and playing with his hair, and only noticed that Tom had dozed off when you felt a wet patch under his mouth on your legs.
“Eww, Tommy!” you whined, shoving him off of you as he tried to wake up. “When I said I wanted guys to drool over me, this is not what I meant.”
“Sorry, love,” he laughed, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Think that’s our cue to go back to the room and go to bed, eh?”
~
He didn’t say anything before he got in the shower, so you didn’t know what to expect when he got out: was he going to suddenly realise there was only one bed? Had he already and just didn’t care? Were you supposed to protest, or act like it was no big deal, or what?
When he emerged from the steamy bathroom in his pyjamas— aka, just his fuzzy plaid trousers, the ever-present friendship bracelet, and the chain on his neck— he found you standing in the middle of the room, staring at the singular bed, and gave you a confused look.
“I guess you saw when you brought our bags up,” you mumbled nervously.
“Eh?”
“The bed.” You motioned towards it, and he wrinkled his eyebrows together.
“What about it?” he shrugged.
“There’s only one of it!”
“Oh,” he nodded, “yeah, guess so.”
“So, we’ll have to share,” you helped him reach the obvious conclusion.
“Oh,” he said again, “you think it’ll be weird?”
“I mean, I figure,” you shrugged.
“I’ll take the couch,” he insisted.
“No, Tommy, let me,” you pleaded.
“You jokin’? I’m supposed to let a maid sleep on the couch?”
“Didn’t realise you were such a gentleman,” you frowned, crossing your arms.
“Aren’t I?” he smirked.
You felt bad about it, but he was already putting a spare sheet down on the sofa while you were getting through your nighttime routine. Leaning out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you caught a glimpse of him laying there on the couch with one arm up behind his head and the other holding the book he’d been reading as of late— one of those fantasy novels that were much too violent for you. He looked past the top of it to smile at you, and you popped back in to wrap up.
You were just wearing a baggy old t-shirt that was just long enough on you to cover your red panties, which you felt mostly not-weird about wearing around Tom, though walking past him to get to bed made you shiver a little bit.
“G’night,” he offered.
“You too,” you replied quietly, and he reached up above his head to switch off the lamp.
Sure, it was you who had worried about the whole bed-sharing thing in the first place, but that was only because you were pre-emptively worrying that he would worry about it. It was sort of a lose-lose: if he was against it, then you’d feel dejected, but if he was fine with it, it was another way for him to rub it in that you could hold him but never have him.
Still, now that you were alone in this big old bed, you couldn’t help but think that at least it was nice you could hold him… but he was all the way over there.
You chewed your lip, trying to stay quiet. You made it about thirty seconds. “Tommy?”
“Yeah?”
“Think you’ll fall asleep alright on that?” you wondered.
“Should be asleep in a couple minutes, once you’re quiet,” he replied.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you mumbled. You made it a whole minute before you spoke again. “Tommyyyyy,” you whined.
“What!” he snapped.
“I can’t sleep, I feel too bad!” you pouted. “Just get in the bed? We fall asleep together all the time! What’s the difference?”
“Difference is it’s all night,” he explained, “haven’t done that since we were eight— and you kicked me in your sleep!”
“Are you seriously going to sleep on that musty old sofa, and leave me alone here in the king bed, just because you’re still mad at me for kicking you?”
“Not just that,” he mumbled, “you snore, too.”
“Shut up,” you groaned, “just come over, won’t you? I’m cold anyways…”
He paused as he considered it. “There’s room for me?”
“Tons,” you promised.
You heard him throw the blanket off of himself, and you smiled instantly. In a moment, he was diving into the bed, and you laughed as the mattress creaked; he laid next to you on his back, and you reached an arm around his torso while setting your head on his shoulder.
He smelled so good after his shower, clean and woodsy from his deodorant, and his curls held their shape despite being wet still.
“Should’ve known you’d be like a barnacle soon as I got in here,” he chuckled.
“I said I was cold,” you reminded him, hugging his waist tighter.
“Night, birdie,” he whispered after he kissed the top of your head. With him holding you, you were asleep in an instant.
It was one of those dreamless sleeps that went by quickly, like you’d only shut your eyes for a few minutes. You would’ve thought it was still the middle of the night when you woke up, if it weren’t for the sun coming in through the open window.
Specifically, you woke up because of a long sigh right by your ear, making you blink your eyes open quickly and start to stretch your legs out under the sheet and blanket. You were on your side, and Tommy was pressed right up on your back, his arm draped around your torso.
He sighed again, and you felt him shift around against you. Most importantly, you felt something hard and hot on your lower back. Eyes going wide, you jolted as you felt him rock his hips against you again.
"Tommy," you whispered, hoping to wake him up.
"Mm," he hummed, smiling against your neck, and you shuddered.
"Tommy!" you hissed, and he snorted as he woke up suddenly.
He pulled back and all but jumped away from you. “Shit, I—” he mumbled, sitting up as the bed creaked; god, his face was so red, he looked adorably flustered and a bit terrified. “I’m sorry, birdie, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”
“It’s okay, Tommy,” you insisted, sitting up with him, “it’s not a big deal.”
“What’d you say? It’s not big?” he choked.
“No! Tommy, it’s—” you stopped yourself from saying what you wanted to say then. “I know that happens to guys in the mornings…”
“Oh, yeah,” he agreed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously, “happens when we’re in bed with pretty girls, too…”
Before you could wonder if there was something to read into there, he spoke again.
“I’m fucked,” he groaned, running his hand down over his face, “what’s the time?”
“Ten ‘til 9,” you informed him following a glance at the clock on the nightstand.
“We’ve got that breakfast soon, we’re supposed to meet downstairs in five minutes,” he recalled. “And I can’t get dressed ‘til he’s gone away.”
“How do you normally get rid of it?” you wondered, watching him look at you for a second before looking away again.
“Well…” he trailed off, clearing his throat.
“Well?” you pressed.
“Y-y’know,” he stammered, “it’s— er— fuckin’ hell, birdie, can’t say it with you lookin’ at me like that…”
“C’mon, Tommy, I know you wank off,” you rolled your eyes, “you and every other bloke on the planet.”
“But I can’t do it with you here!” he yelped, and a pang of self-consciousness hit your chest. Were you that horrible of a sight that he wouldn’t be able to finish with you nearby?
“I-I’ll leave then, give you some space,” you offered.
“Birdie, I’ll know you’re just outside the door, that’s not gonna help,” he frowned.
“Well shit, Tommy, where’dya want me to go? Fuckin’ Launceston?”
“No, shit, that’s not what I meant,” he groaned, reaching up and covering his face as he rubbed his eyes with his fingertips. “You’ve just got me all messed up— s’not your fault, I mean! I just don’t know what m’gonna do now…”
You bit your lip, glancing over at the flowery wallpaper on the opposite side of the room, then to the window and its view out over the beach. “I mean, maybe… maybe if it would help, I could…”
“Jesus, birdie, don’t say you’re gonna wank me off or somethin’,” he pleaded with a concerned tilt of his head, and you stammered as you tried to remember what you were going to say.
“No, I— I was gonna say you could…” you began again, “er— I mean, before, while you were asleep, you were… it was…”
“What?” he pressed, leaning a little closer to you, and you chickened out.
“Nevermind, sorry,” you shook your head, “you should just get dressed— nobody’ll notice it.”
That was a lie: if it looked as big as it felt, a family of four could go camping under the tent in his shorts at this point. “No, c’mon,” he pleaded, scooting a little closer to you, “won’t make fun of you or nothin’, just wanna know what you were gonna say. You know I can’t run down to breakfast with my willy tryin’ to jump out, yeah? Like, ‘hey mum an’ dads, pass me the eggs, then— don’t mind my fuckin’ blood sausage under the table—’”
You laughed, pushing him on the chest— but he just moved closer, again, looking right at your face. You felt oddly exposed to him, even though he should’ve been the one feeling like that considering the circumstances. “Fine,” you relented, “I was just… thought maybe you could— well, it could help you if you, um… just… pressed up against me, again? Like you were before? And you could, er…”
Dropping your voice to a mumble just above a whisper, you watched your hands clutch the spotted quilt in lieu of meeting his invasive stare.
“You could… grind on me, a bit,” you finally completed, so quiet that you barely heard yourself. But he was a few inches away— he must’ve heard you. Literally, he must have, because you couldn’t say it again.
“Eh?” he grunted, and you rolled your eyes.
“C’mon, Tommy, you’re not deaf, are you?”
“No, m’just… you wan’ me to rub me stiffy on you?” he realised, tilting his chin down and raising an eyebrow. Leave it to Tommy to throw all the subtlety to the wind and just say it outright like that, ignorant to the way it made your cheeks burn and your throat catch.
“I-I mean, I don’t want you to,” you denied quickly, “I just thought it might go away if you did. Means to an end, right?”
“Yeah, means to an end,” he agreed, clearing his throat. “Just feel a little weird about it, birdie, I mean… it’s you. You know I love ya— don’t wanna be rude to you or, er, disrespectful—”
“It’s not,” you promised, “I’m offering— and it’ll be quick, right?”
“Er, yeah,” he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again, “should be…”
“Okay, then, should we?” you asked, sheepishly raising your eyebrows as you looked at him.
“I mean, fuck, birdie,” he laughed nervously, “I think you know we shouldn’t.”
But you both already knew that you were going to, and the thrill of something so forbidden titillated you further.
“Lay down then, yeah?” he instructed you softly, and you turned back onto your side as you felt him press up to your back. His arm slipped around your front, the one with your bracelet on his wrist, and you could feel him breathing by the back of your neck as he brushed your hair out of the way. “This alright?”
You nodded, and he held you a little tighter; you felt it then, brushing up against your lower back. You were getting sweaty from how warm it was with him pressed up on you under the thick covers, yet you still shivered.
He hummed quietly, his hand moving down your hips so he could hold you steady. And he rocked into you again, more confidently, a shaky breath falling from his lips.
When his forehead rested against the back of your shoulder, you felt your back arch slightly; and then you could feel the ridge under the head of his cock, you could feel it when he moved in one, long stroke and you bit your lip, arching your back deeper.
“Shit,” he grunted quietly, and he started to move a little faster right after he said that.
After just a minute or less of that, you were beyond desperate to have him inside you, you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like— about how he would stretch you open, how he would moan for you as he filled you to the brim. If he wanted to, right now, he could just lift up your shirt a bit and pull your panties down without saying anything, slip inside you in one go; you were soaking wet, he’d slide in so easily…
“Fuck, birdie,” he breathed, “roll over.”
His verbal command was a bit moot, since his hand was already on your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered above you for a moment, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered; you’d only been waiting years for him to say that to you. You did it unquestioningly, and he slotted himself between them with a low groan. When he pressed his cock up against your aching cunt— through so many frustrating layers of pyjamas— he shut his eyes and tossed his head back for a second. It was so perfect, his face in bliss like that, the morning sun peeking in through the curtains and making his curls shine golden-blonde. He looked fucking beautiful.
A little gasp jumped in your mouth as he started to thrust against you again, each stroke of his hips rubbing right over your clit and making his chain dangle over your face. You almost felt guilty, for a second, with the little engraving of Saint Thomas right there, like he was watching you do this. “Sh-shit, Tommy…” you hissed, catching yourself before you moaned aloud when he rocked his hip harder against you and your whole pussy clenched. If only he could feel that now— if only he could feel around his cock how desperately you needed him.
He descended down upon you, burying his face in your neck. His hair tickled your cheek, and you fisted at the sheets to stop yourself from reaching up and holding onto him— that would be too much, too needy, right? It was just supposed to be a means to an end, after all. “Can I kiss you here?” he asked under his breath.
“Er, why would you do that?” you wondered.
“Just— thought it might make it go faster,” he justified.
“Y-yeah, Tommy, s’fine,” you nodded. Do whatever you want to me.
He latched on right away, a mess of lips and tongue and teeth all over your neck; everything in you fought to keep your moans down, because you didn’t want him to know how much you loved this, how close you were to coming without even doing anything… without even taking your clothes off!
“Are you close?” you asked him softly, feeling him nod.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, and his heavy breathing cooled your skin where it was still wet with his spit. “Just a little longer?”
“You’re not gonna give me a hickey, are you?” you whispered.
“Not if you don’t want me to,” he replied.
“Just— make it quick, Tommy, we’ve gotta be downstairs soon,” you reminded him.
“Right, yeah, m’gonna come,” he promised, sending another chill over your body. One of his hands moved down, holding your thigh as he thrusted faster and faster— fuck, the headboard was about to hit the wall. Just as you looked up to see it slam once, you saw his free hand reach up and grab onto it tightly, blocking the impact with his knuckles.
“Tommy,” you breathed, an involuntary reaction to how deliberately sexy that was.
“Say it again,” he requested quietly.
“Tommy,” you repeated, and he grunted right against your ear— he didn’t stop moving entirely, just slowed down quite a bit as he rutted on you.
“Fuck,” he sighed, panting. You swallowed, feeling wonderfully strange knowing that must be it, that he just came— because of you. His weight sank down onto you, making you let out a little squeal from the air rushing out of your lungs, and he laughed quietly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting himself up and hovering above you again, “didn’t mean to crush you…”
“S’all fine, Tom,” you promised, closing your legs as soon as you had the chance— before he could see that you’d soaked through your panties.
“Oh, ‘Tom’, eh? Gettin’ formal, are we?” he grinned. “Now that you’ve got me to bust in me trousers, we’re not so friendly anymore?”
“Shut up,” you laughed as you pushed him aside, swinging your legs off the bed so you could get up. “Gonna use the loo and then I’ll get dressed.”
“What?!” he croaked. “You kidding? Of course I get to use the loo first!”
“Not if I get there before you,” you challenged, jumping up and trying to race him across the hotel room. He beat you, but only by playing dirty— he ran up behind you and grabbed you, spinning you around as you kicked and laughed and squirmed in his grasp.
two weeks later
Moonshine on the bay had become a tradition on nights like this, when the warmth of summer was creeping around the corner, ever since you were both fifteen and in desperate need of some rebellion. Now, without the illegality and all, it had lost some of that titillating appeal, but you still loved going out so late and meeting him at your secret spot. It had the perfect view of the water at night, not that it was a particularly scenic section of the sea since it was mostly cargo ships and docks and all that, but under the flickering old street lamp and the tall field elms, it was almost romantic.
Tommy was currently still standing while you leaned back on your hands, brandishing the liquor he’d secured for the evening. “For you,” he offered you the opened bottle with a smile, and you took it, but waited for him to take a sip of his first. He did, and you saw his lips curling as he drank.
“How is it?” you asked, and he stopped drinking to cough a bit.
“It’s hangin’!” he grimaced. “But it’ll do the job.”
You took a sip while he sat down next to you, and made a face of your own. “Ah fuck! That’s terrible! Where the fuck’d you get this?”
But you knew what he meant when he said it would do the job— one sip was already warming your chest, and the next, though just as disgusting as the last, made you feel tingly at the tips of your fingers.
With your bottles halfway finished, you two sat up in the grass and watched the lights of ships go by slowly in the night. “Had a date last night,” you blurted out suddenly, just to make conversation.
“Really? With who?”
“You remember Jack Meyer?”
“God, I wish I didn’t,” he sneered, “what a knob.”
“Could you stop insulting all the guys I go out with?” you frowned.
“Stop going out with knobs and I will,” he bargained.
“Anyways, he was nice,” you announced firmly. “Took me to the cinema and bought me a popcorn.”
“What size?” he asked.
“Medium.”
“Cheap bastard,” Tom grumbled.
“Shut up! I’m trying to tell you that it was a nice date!” you yelped, pushing him on the shoulder. “We actually, um… well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”
“What?” he wondered.
“I mean, I tell you everything— you tell me everything. You told me when Sharon Caldwell let you feel her tits in eighth grade, and you told me when you lost it to Annie— what was her name again?”
“Annie Shaw,” he finished for you.
“Right… so, point is, I figured I should tell you what happened with me and Jack, right?” you wondered. When you found the courage to look over at Tommy, his expression was… intense. Almost angry, a little terrified.
“Don’t tell me you gave it up to him,” he pleaded, leaning in a little closer.
“God no! I just wanked him a bit.”
"You did what to 'im?!" Tommy yelped.
"W-well, I dunno!" you backpedalled quickly.
“Aw, birdie, you can do so much better than him,” he groaned.
“Okay, maybe so, but he’s the one I wanted to go out with. And he was nice and he made me feel— I dunno, pretty?” you mumbled, afraid to sound too girlish.
“Come on, you can’t go rubbing off any guy who calls you pretty,” Tom scolded.
“This isn’t just any guy!”
“Yeah, it’s Jack Meyer. In fourth year he swallowed a penny and it never came out!”
“Believe it or not, Tommy, it's not fourth year anymore,” you frowned. “Things are different. We’re older. I’m not a little kid— and I’m tired of being treated like one!”
He sighed slowly, taking another swig of the booze. “I guess that’s fair,” he relented. “Still… can’t stand thinking about you doing that to some guy.”
"Why?"
He seemed confused by your question, and gave you a look.
"Why can't you stand thinking about it?" you interrogated.
"I… I don't know…" He coughed a bit, clearly wanting to change the subject, but you kept staring at him as you waited for an answer. “I guess it’s just that,” he began again, “I worry because it’s Jack, you know? He’s a little aggressive with girls— or, he was back when I knew him. He didn’t… pressure you into it, right?”
You thought back to the night before, and how it all happened. “Erm, no,” you decided, “not really.”
“Not really? What’s that mean?”
“Well, he didn’t make me do it,” you explained, “but he was… showing me how, ‘cause I didn’t know.”
“Sh-showing you?” Tom repeated.
“He, erm, he took my hand,” you remembered, feeling your heart start to race as you looked at Tom closely. “And he put it… he put it right here.”
It was the liquor that made you do it; you pressed your hand up to the front of his trousers, feeling him getting firmer under your touch already. He jumped a little but didn’t stop you.
"He told me to take it out for him…" you continued, voice wavering as your whole body was suddenly shivering from nervousness, and started to open his trousers yourself.
“Birdie,” Tom gasped, and you looked up to his face again.
“Do you want me to stop?” you asked him point blank. He didn’t say anything. “Can I keep going?”
His mouth was open slightly, and he was breathing heavily through it; he nodded. You unzipped his fly and reached in, navigating the opening of his boxers to get his cock out.
Of course, you’d felt it before, but you’d never seen it. It was as beautiful as a cock could be, you thought: tanner than the rest of him for some reason, flushed at the tip, still just starting to poke out from his foreskin with a teal vein running up under your palm. Biting your lip, you wrapped your fingers a little tighter around it. “H-he told me to stroke it, like this,” you stammered, moving your hand gently and slowly from the base to the tip and back— then again, and again.
Daring to glance up at Tom’s face again, you saw him watching your hand with a dumbstruck expression. You twisted your hand slightly as you reached the tip and he groaned. "Birdie…" he sighed— his voice wore some impossible mixture of arousal, confusion, scolding, disappointment, and desperation. It made your knees weak. Good thing you were still kneeling on the ground, so it didn’t make much difference. You were so sloshed that standing up would’ve been a bit of an effort, anyway.
“When I was doing it right,” you continued, “he’d tell me I was bein’ good for him… it made me feel weird when he said that, but good. You know?”
“Y-yeah…” he choked, hissing through his teeth.
It went on that way for a little while, just his panting and the crickets chirping; though there was clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock, you thought it might not be enough, so you pursed your lips and let your spit dribble down onto him so you could spread it out with your hand.
“Christ,” he groaned, “Jack taught you that, too?”
You nodded, and he growled a little— the sound made your chest tighten up (as well as a few other places). His cock was starting to bob against your grip, and his breathing was faster and heavier with each stroke. "You're close?" you noticed, and he nodded, chest heaving as he stared down at what you were doing to him. "You can come, Tom. I want you to."
"Shit," he hissed. "Shit, jus' don't stop then."
And you didn't, in fact you moved your hand even faster, until it was just a blur and he was bucking up into your palm desperately.
"Ah, fuck!" he gasped, and come started to spurt from his pulsing cock, landing on his shirt and your hand. "Fuck…"
You watched his face as it tilted back, his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth parted in a little moan. Your hand was still moving, and his jumped up to grab your wrist and stop you. Then it was still, and silent, except for him breathing like he'd just run a marathon.
After a moment, he tilted his head down again and came back to reality; he instantly looked mortified. "God, birdie," he choked, "I made a mess on you— m'so sorry, let me get it…"
He tried to wipe the come away with his shirt, frantically cleaning your hand up as best he could. "It's fine, Tommy," you giggled.
"No it isn't, I've got your pretty hand all dirty now…"
Examining his focused expression as he wiped up the smears of come, you bit your lip slightly. You did feel guilty for making up that whole story about a date with Jack Meyer that never did— and never would— happen, but it worked. You’d never lied to Tommy like that before, but you decided to blame it on the liquor and not your desperation.
In the two weeks since your holiday, nothing untoward whatsoever had happened between you and it was driving you crazy. You didn’t even talk about it! You, of course, thought about it every day— well, really every night, when you touched yourself and tried to remember exactly how his voice sounded in your ear. That was what drove you to this, to getting drunk and making shit up for a chance to touch him.
"Kiss me," you said suddenly. He looked up at your face, and you just stared at each other for a second.
His hand dropped yours— it was clean now, or clean enough at least— and moved up to hold your face. You sighed slightly; his thumb stroked your cheek and he smiled at you.
He gently tilted your head down and met you halfway, pressing his lips to your forehead. Your chest deflated and your eyes fell shut. So this is what heartbreak feels like. It's not as bad as I thought.
"That better?" he asked as he pulled back, moving his own face down so he could look up at you with a tender smile. You nodded, willing yourself not to cry in front of him now.
You were throwing yourself at him and he was throwing you away. "We'll always be friends, won't we?" you asked quietly.
"Aw, birdie— of course," he cooed, pulling you into a hug. You clutched at his shoulders, digging your nails into handfuls of his ratty old Nirvana t-shirt.
He rolled back onto the grass and pulled you down with him, making you laugh and try to get away— but he wouldn't let you go.
"We'll always be friends," he promised again, "'cause otherwise who'd keep all those awful boys away from you?"
"Shut up," you rolled your eyes.
"I will," he sighed, relaxing his grip on you slightly. "I'm gonna ease up on you, I think. Let you date somebody if you want— even if he's a tosser. 'Cause you're right, you're not a little kid anymore. And it's not fair to you."
You swallowed, laying your head on his chest. You'd never actually wanted him to let you date someone else… you just wanted him to finally love you back. But maybe this was the best you were going to get.
~
“Go, Tommy!” you cheered from the side of the pitch, though he surely couldn’t hear you through all that.. rugby-ing. Rugbing?
Whatever— point is, you clapped and hollered anyways as you watched him run all over the place, narrowly dodging being tackled a few times. You winced when he got taken down from the side by one of the biggest guys out there. Tommy had a high pain tolerance, but you’d rather not see him lose a tooth or something. What a waste of a perfect smile that would be.
For all their efforts, Tommy’s team lost by just a few points; it was just a scrimmage, hence why there was basically no one else here but you and the actual team members, so you hoped he wouldn’t be pouty the rest of the day after losing. He didn’t seem to be, from what you could tell this far away— he was shaking hands and bumping fists, sweaty and streaked with dirt and grass as he chugged from his water bottle. It really should not have been as attractive as it was…
Before you got caught ogling, someone caught your attention: “Hey,” one of the players jogged up to you, and you blinked up at him blankly, not sure who he was. You’d definitely seen him before, you remembered his dreads and… overall massiveness. But you weren’t sure what he was talking to you for. “You’re here with Tom, yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” you smiled.
“He said you’re an old mate of his,” the player went on.
“Mhm,” you nodded.
“Sweet of you to come cheer him on,” he laughed, “even though it didn’t seem to do him much good today.”
You shrugged. “He loses a lot, but he always gets back up.”
“I’m Rhys, by the way,” he offered. “I’d shake your hand or somethin’, but I’m pretty filthy at the moment.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you laughed. “Surprised you haven’t gone to the showers already, that’d be the first thing I’d be doing after getting that sweaty.”
“Well, I was gonna,” he explained, “but, well, I was afraid you’d be gone before I got back.”
You raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant, and he continued on.
“Listen, I asked Tom, but I figured I should ask you… er…” he stalled as he smiled nervously. “Have you got a boyfriend or anythin’?”
“Er, no,” you answered.
“Issuh?” he laughed.
“Yes!” you insisted. “You think I’m lying or something?”
“I think it’s a little too good to be true, that’s all,” he explained. “Girl like you shouldn’t stay single too long.”
You kept waiting for Tommy to come ruin it— to come rescue you. You glanced over, and you saw him look back at you, but he just smiled and kept working on the laces of his cleats.
“So, I guess I should ask for your number before it’s too late, yeah?” Rhys continued. You were pulled out of your thoughts, looking up at him and dropping your mouth open as you hoped for some words to come out.
“Oh! Erm,” you began, “well—”
“It’s okay if not,” he promised, “but, you know… I’d like it. So I can call you sometime or something— maybe I’ll have worked up the nerve to ask you out by then.”
Your cheeks were warm, but so were the backs of your eyes. You never thought you would miss it, Tom running up and putting his arm around you, shooting whatever guy you were talking to a glare that made everyone feel uncomfortable; you glanced over at him again, watching him chat and laugh with some of the other guys. He was just going to let this happen, wasn’t he? And so were you. “Yeah,” you finally blurted out, “sure— got your phone now? I’ll put it in for you.”
“Great,” he smiled, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you. “Wow, that went surprisingly well.”
“Are you that surprised?” you laughed as you added yourself as a contact.
“These things don’t normally go right for me,” he explained.
“For you?” you glanced up at him incredulously.
“Now, don’t give me an ego,” he chuckled, and you laughed with him.
You quickly held his phone up to take a selfie with your tongue sticking out, adding it as your contact photo. “There you go,” you handed it back to him, and he looked at it with a wide smile on his face.
“Aw, that’s rich,” he said, and you bit your lip. “I really should hit the showers now, but, I’ll call you?”
“Okay,” you smiled, “I’ll answer. Probably.”
He waved at you as he left, looking down at your contact in his phone one more time with a shake of his head, before disappearing into the little tunnel through the stands.
You told Tom you would wait for him until he was all done, but god, he was taking forever getting cleaned up. In fact, everyone else had left when he finally came out in his change of clothes and found you leaning against the cement wall outside the practice facility. “Fuck took you so long?” you groaned as he appeared.
“You know how long it takes to wash off after a match like that?” he laughed. “You wouldn’t have walked home with me in the state I was in.”
“Okay, fair enough,” you sighed, “can we go now?”
“Well, um— actually, I have to get my bag from the locker room…”
“Oh my god,” you whined.
“Don’t get teazy, I just have to pack up all my gear,” he scolded.
“I’m coming with you,” you insisted, “and helping you carry it so we can get fuckin’ home already.”
“Fine, fine,” he laughed, starting back as you followed along with him. “Lucky for you, it’s empty.”
“Aw,” you faked a pout, “no sexy rugby boys to look at?”
“Just me,” he smiled— and fuck, he was joking, but it scared you for a second.
There was a little awkward pause while he guided you around the bend into the locker area, left surprisingly clean after the boys were finished; it was only Tom’s locker open, with his things all strewn about, and you sighed. “Look at the mess you made…” you breathed, starting to help him clean it up and get his things together.
“Rhys finally asked you out, then?” Tommy grinned, elbowing you lightly.
“O-oh, yeah,” you breathed, “erm, well— he just got my number, no date yet or anything.”
“Well, it’s a start. I didn’t want to give him your number for you, but he asked me for it— actually, he’s asked about you a couple times now.”
“You think he’s good enough for me?” you asked.
“I mean, I dunno,” Tommy shrugged, “I don’t know him that well. But he seems nice enough— figure you can decide the rest.”
You sighed, nodding a little.
“If he tries anything, though, you let me know and I’ll set him straight, alright?” he added, and you laughed.
“Alright, I will,” you agreed, kneeling down to get some of his clothes from off the floor and stuff them into the duffel. “Not sure how you’re gonna do that when he’s got a metre on you and maybe twenty pounds of muscle—”
“Shut up,” Tom scoffed. “You know I can take any guy down if it’s got to do with you.”
Your throat caught, and you stood up again. "Tommy, listen, I actually— I wanted to… talk to you."
He cleared his throat, looking nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah? You're all good, right? Everythin's okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," you nodded, leaning back against the lockers, "I just… I was thinking about you."
He stepped up closer to you, close enough that your heart started to race. "Oh… what about me?"
"Well, about us," you clarified, "you and me— I want… erm…"
"Hm?"
"I just— you know how we sometimes…?"
He leaned his head in a little closer, waiting with raised eyebrows for you to get to your point.
"That thing we do, sometimes?" you started again. "I wanna… do it again."
He nodded, like he understood, but then paused and moved his mouth over to the side. "You wanna go to the cinema?"
You laughed, more out of frustration than amusement, and tilted your head forward to rest on his chest. "God, Tommy…"
"What?" he laughed.
"I— I want—"
You couldn't look up at him as you said it. You took a deep breath and tried to compose your bravery.
"I want us to touch each other again," you finally rushed out. You waited for him to say something, or do something, but he didn't. “Like when we were on holiday,” you recalled, toying with the hem of his shirt. “And that night on the bay…”
“God, birdie, I— I dunno if I can do that again,” he breathed, and you felt your eyes start to burn a bit.
“Really, Tommy?” you sighed. “I’m that… repulsive? Or is it Rhys? ‘Cause all he’s done is get my number—”
“N-no,” he groaned, “shit, m’not makin’ any sense. I can’t do that again with you because it’s too hard, okay?”
You looked up at him, knitting your eyebrows together. “What’s too hard?”
“Touchin’ you like that,” he whispered— even now, the way he said made your spine tingle— glancing down from your eyes to your lips and back, “and havin’ to act normal again. Not bein’ your boyfriend.”
Of everything you thought he might say then, you never expected that. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, even when you bit your bottom lip. A laugh broke out through your grin, and you had to cover your mouth to try to hide it.
“Jesus, you’re laughin’ at me now!” he lamented. “I finally tell you and you laugh at me! You’re heartless, you know that?”
“No, Tommy, v’got a heart— and it’s all yours,” you promised, standing up on your toes to peck him on the cheek. He gave you a confused look, and you laughed again. “You don’t get it do you, still? I’ve fancied you for ages— proper in love with you, really. Kept askin’ you to do all that stuff ‘cause, well, you’re all I think about anyways. Thought you were just doing me favours.”
After a pause, he finally laughed with you. “Am I a fuckin’ idiot, then? You’ve had it goin’ for me all this time and I didn’t notice?”
“You’re a little stupid,” you mitigated. “I think I was being pretty obvious.”
“Yeah, and what about me?” he noticed. “I’ve been all over you forever— kissin’ and huggin’ you, cuddling all the time— you didn’t notice that I think you’re fit?”
You shrugged. "You've always been like that."
"Yeah!" he emphasised.
"Ohhhh," you nodded, "hm. Okay, we're both a little stupid."
“Birdie,” he smiled, and your heart melted, because he’d never said it quite like that before. He leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“You can really kiss me, you know,” you told him, and he pulled away just enough to look at you with an impossible-to-read expression. “I-if you want,” you mitigated suddenly, and he smiled at you, then laughed.
“Aw, fuck, Tommy,” you turned your head to the side, “you’re awful…”
He put his hand on the side of your face, gently turning you to look at him. “Yeah,” he agreed. And then he moved in closer and kissed you— properly, finally. You shut your eyes, your chest emptying with a sigh; his other hand held your face then, too, and you reached up to hold his wrists. Your right hand felt the worn-out old bracelet that he still wore, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit against him. He smiled, too.
“Tommy,” you sighed, reaching out and grabbing him by his belt to pull him closer. He pressed his forehead on yours, looking down at your hands working on the buckle shakily.
“Birdie, c’mon,” he gasped, “not here—”
You pouted a little, and he laughed.
“We waited all this time and you can’t wait until we get home?”
“Yes!” you whined. “I need you…”
“Shit,” he groaned, kissing you again— but just for a few very passionate seconds before he pulled back once more. “We’ll go home and I’ll do this right, I swear.”
“Why can’t we just do it here?” you wondered.
“Because if you told me some guy had taken your virginity in a rugby practice field locker room, I would kill him,” Tom frowned.
You laughed. “Fine, fine… let’s go home.”
~
Thank god his parents weren’t home. You didn’t want to try to be quiet.
He had you in his bed the second the door was shut, kissing you voraciously as he helped you undress and tore his own shirt and trousers off. For a guy who was just preaching patience, he was pretty hasty all of a sudden.
When all you had on were your panties, he set his arms straight to hover over you and stare down at you, looking a little dumbstruck. You almost felt self-conscious enough to try to cover your chest, but he smiled at you and you felt a little better. “You’re so… fuck, birdie, you’re pretty.”
It was a simple compliment, but it felt incredibly powerful when he said it like that. He was in his boxers, and it wasn’t too much more skin than you’d already seen while swimming with him and such, but it was different with his massive hard-on making a visible imprint in the patterned cotton.
Gently, he spread your legs, and tightened his jaw at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear. “Oh, fuck,” he sighed.
“I always get like that,” you admitted quietly. “Should be easy for you to fuck me, right?”
“Yes, yeah,” he agreed, “but m’not gonna fuck you yet.”
You frowned a little, and he laughed as he kissed you again.
“I told you I’m doing this the right way,” he insisted, “it’s your first time. It’ll hurt if I just go for it.”
He leaned back and sat up, bringing his hands down to the waistband of your panties and gently dragging them down your legs; you felt gooseflesh spread all over your body.
“Oh, darling,” he whispered as he opened your legs again, looking right at you now. You squirmed a little, but his grip on your thighs was tight. “I need you to tell me now if you’ve changed your mind about this… ‘cause I can already tell I’m gonna have a hard time stopping once I start.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you were sure, you were so sure. “I haven’t changed my mind,” you promised.
“I won’t get mad at you or anything,” he assured.
“I know— I’m sure,” you breathed. Wondering if you should return the sentiment, you asked, "You're sure you wanna do this? With me?"
"Birdie, I've wanted to do this with you since I knew what this was," he smiled.
"And you don't mind that I've never…"
"No, birdie, I don't mind," he laughed. "Think it's perfect actually. Couldn't let any other lad be your first. Couldn't let any other lad touch you like this."
You bit your lip. “You were gonna let me go out with Rhys,” you reminded him.
“I let you give him your number. We hadn’t even gotten to you going out with him,” Tom corrected. “And I was acting fine as best I could but I was really jumpin’, birdie, thinking about if something might happen with you two— something like this…”
You whined as you tugged on his shirt, hoping to hide your face in his neck, but he pulled his face back so he could look down at you with a smile. "Tommy, please," you whimpered.
"Please, what?" he encouraged.
"Jus' need you…"
He kissed your neck again, making your back arch and your hands grab onto his shoulders, and pressed his hips down against you. You whined at the feeling of his erection through clothes, but opened your eyes in confusion when he pulled back again just a moment later, hovering over you. "Say my name when I make you come, yeah?" he instructed, and you nodded. "Try it on for size just once, why don'tya," he encouraged with a smile.
"Tommy," you smiled back, and he kissed the tip of your nose.
"That's m'girl," he praised, before crawling back down, kissing a trail over your stomach, moving his hand up your thigh.
He just kept his face right up close to you, watching his finger swipe through your folds, then watching it gently circle your clit. You whimpered, and felt your insides flex on nothing. Apparently, that made him want to give you something to clench on— he gently slipped his pointer finger past your opening, and you let out a long sigh.
“So warm inside,” he observed. He pulled the finger back out a second later, putting it in his mouth and humming happily. He put his mouth on you at the same time that he put the finger back in, along with a second; that was a lot to take in, and your back arched up off the bed instantly. He mouthed at your clit, swirling his tongue around while his lips created this wonderful pressure; you had to grab onto his hair, and thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually, he did have to break away for a second. "Wondered how you'd taste," he admitted with a sigh.
"Well?" you prompted.
"Taste like 'eaven, birdie," he purred. "Sweet little pussy— an' it's all for me?"
"All yours," you nodded, and he growled a little as he dove back in.
The tip of his tongue slid right up from your opening to where your clit was swollen and throbbing— he pushed his tongue flat against it and you whimpered loudly. He started to really fuck you with his fingers then, rather than just letting the natural movement of your hips force you to ride them; they curled inside you, hitting a spot that made your own fingers curl into fists in his hair. You didn’t want to hurt him, but he didn’t mind getting his hair pulled, apparently, and just moaned lowly against you.
The pressure started weighing on your gut after a while, your pussy tensing up on him faster and faster until it was just bearing down on him unendingly. “Fuck, Tommy,” you gasped.
“C’mon, birdie,” he mumbled against you, “wan’ you to come. Go ahead and come for me, yeah?”
You called out his name one more time, and it all spilled over at once; he shut his eyes tight, letting you pull his face right up against you by his curls as your hips bucked and grinded on him. You sobbed weakly, and when it was suddenly too much, he broke away and pinned you down for a messy kiss.
It left you even more breathless than you already were. When he pulled back, his eyes were a little glazed over and his lips and chin were a lot glazed over; he gave you a crooked smile. “Taste how sweet you are?” he purred. You wouldn’t call it sweet, really, but it still turned you on like crazy to hear him say it.
“Please, Tom,” you gasped, grabbing his shoulders, “you’ll fuck me now, right?”
He nodded, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Sure you’re ready?” he asked, laughing when you groaned and punched him on the arm.
“Course I’m fuckin’ ready!” you snapped. “God, Tommy, you always give ‘em all this rigamarole first?”
He shook his head. “Just you, birdie… it was always just you.”
Kissing you again, his breath changed as he reached down to push his boxers out of the way and kick them off to the floor. The way it felt to have his bare skin against yours as he lowered himself down was… euphoric. Warm and soft and smooth, and when he wrapped you in his arms, it felt like he could just absorb you entirely. You wouldn’t mind it if he did.
He'd prepared you so well that there was only one quick sting of pain when he pushed inside you— though just that was still enough to make one tiny tear roll down your temple, which he kissed away softly.
"Are you alright?" he whispered. You nodded. "I need you to tell me, birdie."
"I'm okay," you promised through a sigh. "It hurts a little, b-but please don't stop."
"You're sure?"
"Please!"
He pushed his hips flush with yours and you gritted your teeth, though everything in you relaxed just a moment later; and all that was left was the fullness, the warmth of him, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you. "You're so beautiful," he whispered to you, and you bit your lip.
"I love you, Tommy," you mumbled weakly, and he planted one soft kiss on your mouth.
"I love you too, darling."
He carefully began to move, needing to reach down with one hand to keep your hips steady. Your moans were shaky at first, but got louder and more even with each movement.
"You're… so deep," you breathed. "Tommy, I— I didn't know anything could be so deep in me."
"Well, I am," he grinned. "I'm right… here."
He pressed down on your stomach, right on the spot where the tip of his cock reached— and your eyes rolled back. "Ohh, god," you whined.
"You feel it, love?" he cooed.
"Yes, yes," you groaned. "Fuck, Tommy, why didn't you tell me you had a perfect cock?"
He laughed a little, leaning down to kiss you on the jaw. "Guess it never came up."
"Does it always… is it always like this?" you wondered. "It's so good, does it always feel this good?"
He shook his head, kissing your forehead and then trailing down your nose and cheek. "No, it's not always like this," he answered quietly. "Not for me, anyway. It's never been like this."
His lips met yours again, and you reached up to weave your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. He groaned a little, moving his hips faster, and you smiled. "Do you wanna fuck me harder?" you asked.
"Fuck," he mumbled, "I— I could. Do you want me to?"
"I can take it," you promised.
Picking up the pace slightly, he held you tighter; and you felt each impact a little harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the room. “Like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” you answered— you meant it more neutral than it came out, it sounded proper pornographic the way you said it, and he smiled. “More, Tommy, please? Jus’ want more…”
He hissed but did as he was told, latching onto your neck with his lips as he let something a little more animalistic take over, making you cry out and hold onto him tighter. “Beautiful,” he grunted, “you’re so beautiful, birdie— you sound beautiful.”
“It’s just ‘cause you’re making me sound like this,” you sighed, clutching at his back, too overwhelmed by pleasure to worry about scratching him up.
“I’m giving you a hickey this time,” he informed you. “You want my mark on you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you admitted, “always, Tommy— fuck, always wanted it.”
“‘Cause you’re mine, yeah?”
“Always,” you whimpered.
“A-ah, shit— when it’s time, I'll pull out, okay?" he offered.
"No," you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips. "Tommy, please, want it inside…"
"Birdie," he breathed roughly, "if you say things like that, I-I'll come too fast."
“Don’t care,” you whimpered. “Promise you’re gonna come inside me.”
“F-fuck,” he groaned, “erm— yeah, m’gonna come in ya, okay?”
You choked out the shortest sob of joy. “Please, please— fuck, I’ll come again…”
“Yeah, fuck, c’mon then,” he praised, “just say my name, birdie— I wanna hear my name.”
“Tommy,” you cried, feeling him gasp against your neck as another wave of heat spread over your body; feeling him flex inside you right as you hit your own peak was so perfect. You could’ve never described your emotions in that moment with words, but they found their way out anyways: you started crying, instantly.
“Don’t cry, birdie, shh,” he soothed quietly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “C’mon, darling, don’t cry—”
“N-no, Tommy,” you sniffled, “I’m just happy— I’m so happy, I swear…”
So he let you cry, and held you close to him; he didn’t leave until you fell asleep, even though he said he was just going to get you a washcloth and a cup of water and come right back. He played with your hair and kissed your face, and just talked about all the normal things you usually talked about— as in, everything. But this time, it was actually everything, no more hidden feelings.
You didn’t remember falling asleep, but after one of those dreamless sleeps that went by quickly— like you’d only shut your eyes for a few minutes— you woke up tangled with him and his sheets. Turning on your side as best you could, you looked at his sleeping face and smiled to yourself. He woke up just a bit later, cutting your staring short, and smiled back at you.
“Top of the morning, my ‘ansum,” you greeted as you pinched his cheek. He laughed and batted your hand away, hiding his face from the sun under his arm.
“You kicked me in your sleep,” he grumbled.
“So it’s all over, then? Final straw, you’re finally getting rid of me?” you joked.
“Mm, I thought about it,” he snorted, making you laugh. He popped his face up again and started to kiss your face all over.
“Tommy, stop,” you whined.
“You can’t make me stop now,” he pointed out, “it’s one thing to get your best friend to stop kissing you, but your boyfriend? Nah, m’not stopping.”
You laughed, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him only making you feel more ticklish and squirm more. You only stilled when he grabbed your face and gave you a real kiss, and everything seemed to slow down quite a bit. You kissed him back, properly, reaching up to weave your fingers in his hair. “So, you’re my boyfriend, then?” you noticed when you broke away.
“No, I think we’re still just friends,” he nodded, and you laughed and shoved him on the chest.
“Might as well be, everything we did before sayin’ we were only friends,” you admitted.
“I’m whatever you want me to be, birdie,” he promised.
GoodGuyFitz x Fem! reader (18+)
Warnings: smut, cursing, drug use, idk just misfits party in general ☆
synopsis: where a streamer gets invited to one of the infamous Misfits parties by an online friend
Y/n found herself out the front of the Misfits' airbnb for their trip, people either smoking or throwing their guts up out there.
She was recently invited to this party... that was a lie. Their manager, Ryan, and some others have been trying to usher her to one of them.
She didn't understand why they wanted her there so bad, she wasn't special. Yeah, she blew up a little while back on Twitch, but so what?
The two front doors towered over her as her hand reached the doorknob. Before she could even touch it, the door swung open revealing a sober Mason.
"Y/N?"
He laughed, swinging an arm around her.
"Hey, Mason"
Y/n had collabed with Mason on youtube a couple of times, enough to be able to label them as friends.
"I'm so happy you're here, man. Shits getting wild" The boy led her into the kitchen, finally removing himself off of her to pour some drinks.
"I'm happy to be here. I'm surprised you're not fucked up just like the rest. Special occasion?" Y/n smiled at Mason as he handed her the red solo cup.
"I guess I just wanted to wait for you. It's your first misfits party, why not make it a good one"
☆☆☆
Y/n was in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a wave of people as she was feeling herself. Running her hands up and down her body, the alcohol making her head spin.
After a moment of dancing on her own, she decided it was time to go have some real fun. Whether or not it was to fuck someone or get high out of her mind, she didn't really care.
Y/n discovered a door that seemed mildly intriguing. Walking through the doorway, she was met with a tall brunette man dressed in some black jeans and a flannel shirt. She glanced around the room, coming to a conclusion that they were in a bathroom.
The man was bent over the basin, snorting some blue powder with a dollar note. He didn't seem to notice her enter. So when he threw his head back and looked around he was caught in a fright, quickly trying to hide the blue powder.
"Did I scare you?" Y/n giggled.
"Nah nah. Don't even worry about it" He shook his head, but soon started laughing at the awkward encounter.
"Soooo... Is there enough for two?"
"Uhhh, yeah. Yeah of course. What's your name?" The man moved his hand to reveal the blue powder once again, scanning her body up and down.
"Y/n"
The two shook hands after Y/n held hers out, still waiting for his response.
"Oh shit, like Y/n as in [twitch username]? Mason talks about you all the time"
The girl laughed, nodding in answer.
"You must be Cameron?" Y/n cocked an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah actually. How did you guess?"
"I have my ways"
☆☆☆
The pair were laying opposite each other in the bathtub. Heads laid all the way back, mouths agape.
"You ever like fucked on this shit?" Y/n asked, struggling to get her head back up.
"I'm down if you're down" Cameron joked, not expecting to get an answer back.
"Wait like actual?"
She finally sat up, holding her knees to her chest. Cameron soon followed, struggling to get comfortable again thanks to his long legs. They exchanged some smirks before getting the hint.
They both shuffled out of the bath, Cameron initiating a kiss shortly after.
Their lips moved together in a slow and sensual way, the (what Y/n had guessed to be) ecstasy enhancing the pair’s senses. Y/n could feel Cameron’s warm breath tickle her nose as he slipped his tongue through her lips. The feeling of her tongue wrapped around his was enough to make her quiver.
Cameron brought his hand up underneath the girls top, slowly gliding his fingers up and down her sides until he reached her tits. He kneaded them through the fabric, earning a groan from Y/n beneath him.
☆☆☆
"Ah-hh Cameron" Y/n's hands were tangled in Cam's hair, making him hum into her. He grabbed the side of her thighs that were now resting on his shoulders, making his knuckles turn pale. He wouldn't even break eye contact, that could've thrown Y/n over the edge by itself. Her eyelids fluttered open and closed, biting her bottom lip to subdue the moans that would've erupted from her own throat any second now. The mans scruff tickling and rashing Y/n's inner thighs, all while he continued to attack the space between her legs.
"I want to hear you, baby" Cameron disconnected from her. He dived back towards her, lapping up the girls' taste. Y/n threw her head back in pure satisfaction, the recent drug making everything 100x better.
"Cameron- I'm gonna cu-"
Before Y/n could finish her sentence, Cam disconnected. Getting off of his knees to reach her level. He didn't even reach her level, in fact he still towered over her despite the fact that she was on a pretty tall bench.
"Hold on" Cameron paused. Pulling a condom from his wallet, that was conveniently placed next to them. Y/n whining due to the throbbing of her clit. Before Cam could even think about putting the condom on, Y/n intervened. She snatched it out of his hands, placing it in her exposed bra. She slid down to her knees, sitting her own ass on her ankles.
Cameron loved to see all his hookups in this state. Love drunk. Just from him. He let his eyes wander over Y/n's features. From her blemishes to her beauty spots, there was something about her that intrigued Cameron. He nearly thought of her different to a quick fuck at a party.
Cam blocked the thoughts from flowing in his mind when he felt the girl's warm hands on his crotch. Small moans slipped from him as he was caught off guard, raising his new friend's ego. Y/n unzipped Cameron's jeans, batting her eyelashes up at him. He couldn't look away, it was obvious what she was about to do next but he just wanted to see it all unfold... beneath him.
He grabbed the edge of the basin behind him as Y/n finally pulled down his jeans and boxers. Letting his cock spring free from the material that was restricting him. Cameron was more length than girth, but Y/n was still satisfied. Precum leaked onto her fist as she slid her thumb along the slit, causing Cam's breath to hitch and his grip tighten on the sink. His almost white knuckles let Y/n know that she was doing good.
Her face inched closer to his cock as she licked his tip, almost warming him up for what was about to come (quite literally). Cameron cleared his throat before Y/n's tongue traced a vein on the underside of the man. Taking him whole in her mouth soon after. Nobody would've thought that Cameron would be as loud as he was, especially while getting sucked off in a small bathroom. He felt the rough, but warm and moist texture of the girl's tongue, running up and down his cock as she bobbed her head. "Ah fuck. You're so good... just for me?", Cameron praised as he looked down. "I just wish everyone could see how much of a good girl you are, huh?". Y/n felt her cunt throb at the sound of Cameron, moaning into his cock as she swirled her tongue around. "Fuck, Y/n. If I knew you were this fucking good, I would've met you earlier." Cameron's cock throbbed in the girls warm mouth, precum mixing with saliva. "Stop, stop , stop, stop.", Cam repeated. He grabbed a fist-full of Y/n's hair and pulled her head back. Her lips parted from his tip with a 'pop'. "I wanna feel you so fucking bad, Y/n."
Cameron grabbed her hips after she got up. Turning her around to face herself in the mirror, his hand hung loosely around her neck. "Look at how fucking pretty you are, huh? Can you watch yourself get fucked by me... can you do that?", Cam's voice was low and his hot breath resided on Y/n's neck as he spoke. She didn't answer, she couldn't. "Did you hear, Y/n? Can you do that just for me?", His rough hands snaked up her torso, unclipped her bra with ease. He grabbed the condom that resided in Y/n's bra and slid it on. As his hands met with her tits, he pinched her hardened nipples which earned a soft and breathy moan. "Uh huh. I can." Cameron gave one last kiss to her neck and made solid eye contact. He reached one hand around her hips and played with her clit, putting pressure on it now and then. He lined his tip up with her folds and slid it through her cunt a couple of times. Y/n leaned into Cam as she engulfed into his presence. She gave out a small yelp as he finally slid himself in. Warmth spread around Cam's cock as he groaned into it.
Y/n slowly started to move back and forth on his cock, feeling it throb and leak into her. As the man toyed with her clit, she was giving into the stimulation. Her pace quickening as all Cameron did was stand there with his hand on the girl. "Oh you're so fucking pretty. And I get you all to myself." He slid his hand back up to her neck and gave it a squeeze and he grinded into her. Y/n rubbed her swollen clit in order to get off a bit more, she was going absolutely feral and Cameron loved it. Moans and quick breaths bounced off of the tile walls and the two fucked and sucked on each other. The former drug making them go close to animalistic together. Moments passed and Y/n released. Cum squelched and made way around Cameron's cock as he was pleased with himself. Cumming in Y/n seconds after
"I NEED TO FUCKING PISS, CUNT", A familiar voice spoke out outside the bathroom door. Mason.
"Hold on, Mase. I'm a bit busy", Cameron shouted out as Y/n was panicking. He quickly comforted the girl and helped her get dressed once again. Cam opened the door and led Y/n out by her hand, Mason being stunned at the sight. His mouth slightly agape as he stepped into the bathroom behind them.
"You okay?", Cameron asked with concern. "Yeah, actually. I had a really good time.", The girl answered. "I wanted to ask you something, Y/n? Can I have your number? Just so we can hangout another time."
A/N: i'm tired and i didnt proofread. have fun mfs
☆ Cam loves spoiling you. whether it's on dates, hangouts or just sitting around at home; he always finds a way to make you feel special
☆ He's the biggest into PDA. this man cannot keep his hands off of you, it's either that he can't control it or he wants to show you off to everybody
☆ He makes so much fun of your height. you could be as tall as him or just average height and he'd still find a way to tease you
☆ If you mention wanting something or finding something cool, he'll have it for you the next day.
"Oh and I got you this"
"What the fuck, cameron"
"You're very welcome"
☆ Most podcasts, cameron would tell the guys (and toby) something cool you or the both of you have done lately
"... Y/n and I went out to this new club in the city last weekend"
☆ You're showered in compliments by him (AND I MEAN SHOWERED)
"You're so pretty"
"Pretty girl"
"God, I love you"
"Fuck you're hot, bro"
☆ He was unnactive asf on his socials before he met you, now his followers are constantly being bombarded with so many photos of you. Cute little candid pics of you posted on his stories with your favourite songs.
☆ Obviously, there are a heap of mfs who don't like/respect your relationship but they don't worry the both of you. Cam loves you and that's it. If it does affect you, Cameron will speak out about it.
☆ If you do not live with or near Cam, FACETIME/DISCORD CALLS. ALWAYS. Out of nowhere, you'd get a notification of Cameron trying to call you. If you don't pick up the first time, he spams your messages.
Y/N
Y/N
PICK UP
I WANNA SEE YOU
PLEASE
I'M BORED
☆ If you're in a long distance relationship, obviously sexual tension/desires builds up which leads to cybersex ;)
☆ If you hangout with the misfits (or you're a member), Cameron is not afraid to show you off while you're being recorded. Little clips of you two holding hands or Cam having his arm over your shoulder make it into some videos, heaps of fans pointing it out.
☆ Before you two made your relationship public, fans would post screenshots of the two of you in videos, which was kinda funny to Cameron.
Swaggersouls :)
☆ You sit next to Swagger when you guys record the podcast, his hand always resting on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it a couple of times. Sometimes his hand would creep up your thigh, not enough that the person next to you (Matt) would see.
☆ His love language is complimenting you, mostly immature ones though
"You're so fucking hot!"
"Nice rack. 10/10"
"Fat fucking ass, m'lady"
☆ He will literally say this shit on front of people too. If he's feeling nicer, he'll definitely call you pretty or beautiful (he thinks it's corny though)
☆ Will literally flex you on all the other misfits. You could be chilling with them all, getting up to go to the bathroom or kitchen or something like that and Swagger would literally say shit like
"Hey, Cameron, you jealous?" He'd laugh
"Mate, I'm not even gonna respond", Cameron says while walking away.
☆ Usually when he's streaming a chill game like Minecraft or just fucking around with the dudes on CS:GO, he'll get you to sit on his lap. You could do absolutely anything, as long as you keep him company (scrolling on your phone, watching shit, idk man make it up)
☆ If his friends in the discord call notice that you're there, they'll make Swagger give you the headset to you to say hello.
☆ You put on his helmet just for fun sometimes, absolutely fucking reeks of alcohol, sweat and vomit (you cannot escape the uncomfortable truth)
☆ As much as it pains you, you take some nice/cute photos for Swagger with his helmet on
☆ He always posts these photos, getting comments like
You're whipped, mate
Would give anything to be in Swagger's spot rn
Would give anything to be in Y/n's spot rn
She's a keeper
☆ Sometimes he'd even post half-revealing photos of you (if you allow him to) with the helmet on, on his social stories
☆ Not much PDA, he'd usually just hold you hand or something when you're out
☆ He loves laying down and cuddling with you though. You'd watch netflix or youtube while you fall asleep together.
☆ The rest of the misfits tease him about it. Saying that he's whipped and stuff like that
"LOOK AT HER, YOU'D BE WHIPPED TOO!"
☆ comforting him after a long filming/editing session. Rubbing his back as he falls asleep on you
☆ The amount of weed you smoke together is insane (if you do smoke)
☆ Could hotbox the whole misfits house if you wanted to
☆ You usually show up to film sets or the podcast high as fuck or with a couple of spare blunts in both of your pockets
☆ After you started dating, you'd mix his chop with some nice smelling things. You'd chop up rose petals and lavender with his weed for the smell and relaxation
☆ He'd struggle with balancing sleep and filming/editing, but the lavender chop helps him calm down and sleep better
☆ Someone could walk in while you guys are smoking and they'd be like
"What the fuck is that smell?"
"It's fucking marijuana, what do you think it is?"
Zuckles :)
☆ The amount of fucking sex you guys have. Like you'd be so surprised how high his sex drive is. Would fuck you anywhere anytime.
☆ He doesn't really compliment you, but he does love you. He thinks he doesn't need to express his love towards you when you already know he loves you.
☆ Clubbing all the time
☆ Or just going to the pub, it's up to you
☆ When he's streaming you like to support him... from under the desk. He doesn't talk that much when he's playing with people, so nobody really suspects anything
☆ Until he starts clearing his throat and people start hearing him shift in his seat
"Are you okay, Mace?"
"Uhhhh yeah, all good mate"
☆ You're relationship is more friendly than romantic, it's not all bad though
☆ You could be high out of your minds, just laying in bed saying some dumb shit and mason would be like
"cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunt"
and he'd start laughing.
☆ He loves touching you, in any way. Not really in front of people though. He'd always have his hand somewhere on you.
☆ He won't say it, but he loves you so much. Like so so so much.
☆ After having sec, he'd collapse on top of you and say some dumb shit like
"That was epic"
or
"MonkaS"
☆ One time he started crying because he loved you so much (in a good way bruh don't worry)
Inotorious :)
☆ SO MANY DRIVES IN HIS COOL ASS CAR BRUH
☆ car sex 😧 it had to be said. He'd definitely have a thing for doing you in his car
"I've always wanted to fuck you in my car"
shit like that
☆ He's very sweet towards you, like very very sweet. The quiet guys are always the sweetest omg
☆ He doesn't really like having you around the guys (and toby), he's afraid they'll all start hitting on you
☆ Once you're all together and partying, he's fine. You're all having a wicked time
☆ So many cute nicknames for you. Everytime he comes up with a new one, a deep blush creeps onto your face
☆ When you are going for drives (usually late night) He always rests his hand on your thigh. Rubbing it up and down.
☆ You're usually the one that finds new hangout/makeout spots
"Matty, I found a new place where we can drive"
☆ Carving your initials into any tree at every spot
☆ This is really random, but he absolutely loves it when you wear skirts. Just the idea of a small piece of fabric resting on your upper thighs, drives him crazy
☆ He loves being called Matty. All the time. Lowkey doesn't even respond to Matt anymore
☆ Lets you drive his car... sometimes
☆ High drives
☆ Just getting absolutely baked before driving to maccas for munchies
☆ Before leaving the house, Mason always comes running up behind you guys to ask if he could come.
☆ Matt would always say no to him, but you'd just feel bad for him. Poor Mace just wants some fucking maccas.
☆ You and Matt would be sitting in the front, Matt looking so unsatisfied and Mason and you chewing each others ears off
☆ Matt finds so much comfort in touching you. Whether it's holding your hand, rubbing your thigh, having his arm slung around your shoulders. He just feels at peace.
☆ When you guys cuddle, he loves lying on your chest or stomach. They're both so soft. The ups and downs of your tummy and chest, relaxing him each breath.
mccreamy :)
☆ This man is so down bad for you bruh
☆ He's always touching you in some typpa way, he can't get enough
☆ If you're drunk at a party, he'll hug you and sway until you feel better. You usually fall asleep in his arms, but he lays you on the couch until any of the rooms are free (of people doing coke)
☆ If he's drunk, you make him catch and uber and go to maccas to sober up. To your displeasure (definitely not to Jay's), Mason asks to come. Jay insists that he comes, so he does.
☆ Mason tagging along with you guys caused another 2019 Hungry Jacks incident
☆ Matching outfits (usually just a matching black shirt, shit like that)
☆ The boys (and Toby) absolutely adore you, they think you're so nice and fun to be around.
☆ Doing his hair
☆ He loves it
☆ You put little pigtails in his hair. He falls asleep in your lap when you do this
☆ Playing fortnite with him.
☆ Fans making videos of you guys playing together
☆ fan edits bruh. Jay makes you sit down with him, just to watch them. He even rates them, criticising them in a way.
☆ He loves you so much, like way more than anyone else
☆ Movie dates with him, at home or at the cinema
☆ As much as he dreads it, you make him build a fort for you before the movie at home
tobyonthetele :)
☆ SHOPPING DATES
☆ You guys would pick out cute outfits for eachother, trying them on together in the changing rooms
"Toby, please wear something other than a hoodie today"
"But whyyyy?"
☆ You were there helping her through her transition, growing closer together through it
☆ The both of you being very supportive of whatever you guys do
☆ Posting each other absolutely everywhere
☆ You have a polaroid of the both of you on one of your favourite dates behind your phone case, Toby has one of the photo booth photos pinned just above her setup along with a heap of sentimental things coming from you
☆ You visiting the misfits house, just to see her
☆ Doing her makeup and hair before a big night, getting some alone time together before get shitfaced
☆ Cooking for eachother, as bad as she is at it she'll try at least
☆ Matching things
☆ The boys calling you gay... yes
Warnings: cursing, cliché stuff, marijuana use, mentions of sexual themes (?)
"Y/n, baby"
Cooper shook his girlfriend awake
Y/n stirred and rolled over a couple of times, endlessly trying to find comfort. She finally pushed herself up on the headboard, rubbing her eyes. She was met with the blonde, his face lit up from the green glow of the alarm clock.
Warm smiles and touches were exchanged before Y/n looked at the clock.
12:27 PM
"I think we overslept" Cooper chuckled, earning a giggle from Y/n soon after.
"Would you like to do something today or just chill?" She yawned. The boy snaked his arms around Y/n's lower body, lying his head on her stomach.
Her fingers intertwined and tangled in his locks as he hummed in satisfaction. Cooper broke the comfortable silence by answering Y/n's question.
"Do you wanna go skating? We haven't gone in a while"
"I'd love to, Coop. Let me go for a shower first, I need to wake up" Y/n wiggled out of Cooper's grip, slowly making her way to the door. Before she could make it out, Coop jumped out of bed and ran after her.
"WAIT I'M COMING" He hurried.
~
Y/n sat on the edge of Cooper's bed, studying him as he got ready. He stood there in nothing, but a beige pair of dickies and his damp shaggy hair. He was struggling to do up the shoelace he used as a belt.
"FUCK" The boy cursed, hands getting more and more unsteady as seconds went by.
"What's wrong, love?" Y/n looked up towards Cooper.
"I fucked this up, now the shoelace is knotted" He dropped his arms as he finally gave up. She ushered him towards her, prepping herself for the task that was about to come.
Cooper stood in front of a seated Y/n, cheeks reddening at the oh so familiar sight and position. The lewd memory played back in his head a couple of times.
[perspective change]
How your eyelids fluttered as you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip to hold back the giggles.
[perspective change again :O]
Cooper finally realised why she was so entertained, his hand flew to cover his beet-red face almost instantly.
"That's so fucking embarrassing" muffled groans came from him.
"Noooo, it was cute. I undid the knot anyway. Hurry up and get ready"
"Ugh I love you so much" Cooper ended the convo by ruffling Y/n's hair. Earning one last laugh from her.
He turned on his heels, heading for his closet. After pulling out his green and grey 'HIGH' sweatshirt, he reached to the top of the closet revealing small a glass bong.
"Would you like a hit before we go?" Cooper asked.
"Of course, sir"
~
"I'M DRIVING" Y/n shouted, trying to wriggle out of Cooper's grip.
"NO!" He yelled back into the side of her neck after burying his face into it. Cooper noticed the smell of smoke and perfume that lingered on her clothes, smiling at the comforting scent.
Before he could get distracted, he let go of Y/n and ran towards the car. As he was opening the door, the girl was hot on his heels. She ran into Cooper, making him stumble away. Y/n jumped into the car, locking her side of the doors so Cooper had no choice but to hop in the passenger seat.
He dragged his feet to the other side of the car, basically accepting defeat.
"Fuck you" Cooper breathed out.
"I know you want to" Y/n joked.
~
"My head feels like clouds right now. I can't even keep my balance" Y/n stumbled off of her board before she could run into anything.
"Why did I take so many rips, dude" Cooper dragged out the last syllable.
They kicked the boards into their hands, walking over to the grass that surrounded the park. Y/n laughed as she fell on her back.
"Well, we're like high out of our minds... wanna go to the mall?" He suggested.
The girls body shot up, nodding her head pretty slowly.
"Alright. Let's go, baby" Cooper held out his hand to help Y/n up.
After grabbing their boards, they walked hand-in-hand to the car.
~
"TURN THIS SHIT OFF, PLEASE" Y/n laughed as Cooper blasted 'Asian Jake Paul'
"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SUCH A LEGEND. YOU MAKE ME SO WET WITH YOUR RECKLESS SPENDING. YOU GAINED MY RESPECT AND YOU'RE OH SO FUNNY."
"COOPER" Y/n pleaded
"PLEASE TAKE ME TO YOUR MANSION AND FUCK ME" Cooper exaggerated this last part. Clasping his hands together and looking up to Y/n in a begging motion.
"Shutup" She looked up with the biggest smile on her face.
Cooper finally changed the song to a semi-acceptable one, bopping his head to the beat. He took his hand and placed it on Y/n's thigh, slowly moving it upwards. His eyes darted between her and the view in front of him.
"What are you trying to do, Cooper?" Y/n cocked an eyebrow, keeping her eyes on the road
"Hopefully you, but like..." Cooper chuckled, giving her thigh a squeeze.
Y/n didn't reply, she just adjusted herself in the seat
"But I think I'm getting hard"
"You think?" The girl finally responded with a scoff, even though she liked this kind of attention.
Y/n knew that the conversation would be shutdown as soon as she pulled into the carpark, which was right about now. She unbuckled herself and turned towards Cooper, as if she was suggesting something. He took the hint and removed his seatbelt as well, hands trailing towards his pants.
"Get ratioed" Y/n turned away, opening the car door.
"Just a quick one? Plus ratioed doesn't even make sense in this context" He laughed, following her actions.
"Too late now" She said as she took his hand. "You're always so horny, damn"
"This weed hits different, bro"
"Did you just call me bro" Y/n threw her head towards the boy, a goofy smile and a raised eyebrow plastered on her face.
"Excuse me, my wife, for how I just acted was very inappropriate"
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The couple walked through the shopping centre, stopping at each interesting store. Cooper's arm draped over Y/n's shoulders, her hand playing with his.
To their surprise, a stranger stopped them asking
"Are you Cscoop and [username]?"
Y/n couldn't help, but giggle to herself a little, thinking
'no shit'
After an awkward encounter, the big question was finally popped.
"Could I get a picture?" The stranger asked.
Y/n and Cooper both agreed, posing for the photo in various ways.
"Thank you so much. I love your content, guys"
And with that, the stranger left.
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"I WANT THIS, Y/N. PLEASE" Cooper whined as he practically threw the item in Y/n's face.
He held up a cute Minecraft cottage Lego set, pointing out all the cute little features he was intrigued by.
"Aww I love it"
It was like you could see the sparkles in her eyes.
They made their way to the self checkout with just a singular lego set, making multiple pitstops at every second aisle.
After a while of swerving through people, they finished their quest as they arrived back at the car. Sharing a quick kiss before heading home to do that lego set Cooper wanted.
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"If I'm being honest, that was the second best day ever" Cooper said as he cuddled into Y/n's side on their bed.
"Second best day ever?" She questioned, fingers tracing Cooper's arm.
"Right after the day I met you"
"That was corny" They laughed in unison before Y/n threw her legs over the boy, intensifying(?) the cuddle session.
!! drug use, cursing, sexual innuendo(s), sexual in(your)endos
Y/n didn’t know how she ended up in this situation. Last thing she remembered was riding in an uber, with a couple other Lunch Club members back to the house. Now she was lying on Coopers bed in just a bra and sweats.
Smoke and the strong smell of weed filled the room as he was rolling another two blunts. Lord knows how he does it. It seemed so difficult, yet the sight of him rolling filled papers in between his fingers was so engrossing.
To kill some time while she waited for her bestfriend to finish rolling the blunts, she walked over to his speaker. Connecting her phone, she shuffled a fitting playlist for their current activity and found her spot once again. As if on queue, Cooper threw down the new smokes in the middle of them.
“All done, M’lady”
“What a gentleman”
The two laughed.
Cooper leaned closer to Y/n to light the blunt that rested in her lips. She found herself staring at his face, eyes scanning over his features, highlighting her favourites. The girls hand found it’s own way to Cooper’s face, grazing a thumb over his small freckles.
“You okay, Y/n/n”
“You’re just so pretty, Coop”
Y/n mumbled with the smoke in her mouth, her hand now moved to his golden brown hair.
“And that’s coming from you? Wow I’m actually so flattered right now. Finish your blunt and then you can attempt to flirt with me, boss”
She gave a quick, but solid salute in response to the boy and took a drag.
The pair got through their blunts with telling stories about the group and opening up. At one point, Cooper grabbed Y/n’s hand and gave it a small kiss, which led her stomach to do flips.
After a bit, Cooper sat up and leaned against his wall, Y/n laying her head in his lap after he got comfortable.
“Hey, I really like you. You’re my favourite person, Y/n. You’re so lovely. I could go on about you for ages, but I wouldn’t know where to start”
“That’s so cute and all, but don’t go getting all cheesy on me now. I think i like it better when you call me a bitch or a dumbass. You’re my favourite person too though, Coop”
The pair shared another couple of laughs before collapsing on the bed, facing each other on their sides. Cooper’s fingers toyed and played with Y/n’s hair, earning a satisfying hum from the girl.
“I’m not sure if it’s the weed, but I really want to kiss you right now”
Cooper grinned.
“Honestly same”
Y/n had to stop herself from giggling before they could start anything. They moved closer to each other, getting rid of the space between them. With their faces inching closer, Cooper chuckled at the slightly awkward situation.
Y/n gave a quick
“Get over with it”
and with that, their lips finally connected. Moulding together like putty, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Cooper’s tongue grazed along Y/n’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. She slightly opened her lips for easier access.
Her hand reached the hem of his shirt, tugging on it a couple of times. Without hesitation, Cooper pulled away to get rid of his shirt, pulling Y/n on top of him as he laid back down. She let out a soft moan at the contact.
“Keen are we?”
Y/n got out in between kisses.
All she got out of the boy was a short
“mmhm”
His hands grabbed onto her hips for the second time, grinding her on him. Each of them let out soft groans and whispered their names.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
Cooper pulled away.
“I mean, I guess. Only if you’re down, it won’t be awkward afterwards right?”
“Not if you don’t make it. Hold on”
He shifted the girl and opened his top draw, shifting his rolling papers and spare skate appliances. He pulled out a small golden package, placing it between his teeth so he could remove his pants. Y/n following after him.
They sat there in their underwear, Y/n straddling the boy while continuing to make out with him, music blaring in the background. Everything seemed so euphoric until the door burst open, the sparks disappeared.
“Cooper, have you seen Y/-“
“Fuck, Ted”
Cooper quickly placed Y/n beside him, getting up to lock Ted out. Leaving the girl in a hurry to put some clothes on.
“You didn’t lock the fucking door?!”
Y/n yelled in a whisper.
“I only thought we were only going to get high, not have sex”
He fought back.
“Fuck me, Coop”
The girl facepalmed.
Cooper scurried for his clothes, ending the confrontation with a
“I was going to”
He slightly opened the door to reveal a stunned Ted. Looking down at the pair, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Cooper escorted him back to his own room, maybe to explain himself.
Y/n huffed and held her head in her hands. She was both annoyed and horny, so she snuck to her room.
A bit of time passed with Y/n desperately trying to occupy herself. Cooper entered shortly after, placing himself next to the girl.
“Sorry about that. I doubt you’re still in the mood”
He joked.
“If only you came a bit earlier, Coop. Did you talk to Ted?”
“Only a little bit. It was him doing most of the talking, but I did answer some questions”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“He asked if we were a thing, I said I’m not sure. It’s really up to you, it wouldn’t really change anything huh? It’s just another label. He also asked if he were going to use protection, which I called him a dumbass for asking that”
“Hm. He’s not going to tell anyone, right?”
“I doubt it, but if it does get out there it won’t be any different to now. Like I said before. I’m going to bed now, I think i’m started to come down from my high”
Cooper stood up, placing a sweet kiss on Y/n’s head.
“Goodnight”
Before he could walk out the door, Y/n stopped him.
“Wait Cooper. Can you sleep with me? I want to cuddle for a bit”
“Oh. Yeah. What friend would I be if I said no, huh?”
He winked, climbing under the covers along with the girl.
She shifted into him, grabbing his hands to fiddle with.
“It’s not like we’re a thing... let me have some fun”
> pronouns: she/her
> warnings: cursing, drug use, alcohol, sex.
Where a member of the misfits gets up to some fun for a night.
“What the fuck is this?”
Y/n questioned her wing-woman, Toby, who was currently holding a pretty revealing outfit for the night.
“Well... It’s a skirt and a top”
Toby answered, just managing to get the words out.
The day started off somewhat normal for the girl. Editing videos for her slowly dying channel, just like everyone else in the misfits. Ryan wanted to throw one of his signature parties this weekend, everyone was down for the idea except for Y/n.
She didn’t express her negativity toward the idea, she still wanted the group to have fun. She just doesn’t like being eyed off by all their other “friends” all night.
‘maybe tonight will be different’
she thought.
‘i’m gonna try and blow off some steam. maybe blow off some other things too’
Y/n mentally cursed herself for this.
And this takes us back to current time.
“Are you sure? I mean... it just looks like... you know what, i’m not even gonna say anything. Give it to me”
she politely snatched the outfit from Toby before walking into her bathroom.
“HURRY UP, Y/N. I WANT TO SEE WHOS HERE ALREADY”
Toby yelled through the walls.
As if on cue, Y/n entered the room.
“C’mon, you look so fucking good”
Y/n’s friend reassured her.
“Thanks, Tobes”
The girl sighed.
“...Fuck it.”
Y/n grabbed Toby by the hand and led her downstairs after throwing on some heels.
Wolf whistles, cheers and laughs erupted from the bottom of the pair as they descended the stairs. They both gave half-assed waves in response.
“Y/N COME DOWN HERE, CUNT”
Y/n smiled at the oh so familiar voice, making her way towards it.
“Hold on, Masey”
As she swerved through the crowd and made her way through the outside door, she felt eyes burning into her. Her eyes darted across from Eric, Matt and Mason who were sitting around a small glass table, bongs in hand.
“Is there something wrong with it?”
She referred to her outfit, rubbing her arm.
“uhhh”
Matt cleared his throat, trying not to let his eyes trail on to her body.
“yeah... no! You look really nice.”
The girl only smiled in response and took her place next to Eric.
“Wanna hit?”
He held the bong in her face.
“Will you light it for me?”
She asked with a toothy grin.
“Fuck yeah!”
After a quick sesh and so much fucking eye contact with Matt, Y/n stood up from her seat.
“Leaving so soon? Come and have a seat”
Mason jokingly patted his thigh.
“Hm”
She hummed, taking about 2 steps to get over to where Mason sat. Instead, Y/n grabbed Matt’s hand who was situated next to the Mase.
“Fuck you”
Mason laughed.
“You wish”
She pulled Matt into the kitchen, pushing the crowd (which seemed to have doubled over the short time she was getting high) out of the way. Leaving the two other boys confused.
Mason turned to Eric
“What do you think they’re doing?”
Eric let out a high giggle.
“Probably fucking. I remember Y/n telling me she gets turned on when she’s baked”
“I thought Cam and her were dating”
Mason scratched his head.
“I don’t think so. I mean, they haven’t told us about anything. Both of them are pretty open.”
They went quiet before hearing someone inside shout...
“BODY SHOTS”
The boys glanced at each other and fought to get inside again.
People gathered around the kitchen counter to find Y/n lying down.
“SALT FIRST, MATT”
Matt jokingly apologised and poured a line of salt down her abdomen.
As soon as he trickled a shot glass full of tequila down her stomach, Y/n giggled. Matt put a slice of lime in her mouth to sincerely shut her up.
Mason scouted the room for Cameron, to his surprise Cam was cheering Y/n and Matt on. Weird.
Cheers erupted as Matt licked the tequila and salt, trailing up to Y/n’s chest as he did. He left before his face could reach in between her tits. She let out an “aw” sound.
Moments before Matt could bite the lime from the girls mouth, she grabbed it out of the way and pushed her lips onto his.
Cheers were twice as loud and most people started whistling. However, Cameron’s expression changed. He didn’t mind that she was having fun, he was happy for her that she was getting out. But he felt a pang of jealousy. Cameron and Y/n liked each other, it was pretty obvious. He just didn’t know why they weren’t together. It was clear that she didn’t have feelings for the other boys (and girl), so why was she acting like this?
Matt hummed into the kiss as Y/n pulled away. She jumped off of the table and took a quick swig out of the tequila bottle that was placed next to her. This wasn’t her brightest idea, seems though her throat felt like it was on fire without a chaser. She squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head as it went a down.
“WOO!”
She shouted.
The crowd followed after and clapped for the scene. She did a twirling hand gesture to which everyone followed and went back to their previous activities. Matt disappeared. Y/n was on her way back outside, to roll a joint they guess, when someone pulled her into them.
“ooh. Cam?”
“Can we talk, Y/n”
The girl furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. She knew Cameron was upset with her, she was just confused as to why.
“uhh yeah. What’s up? Was it the kiss?”
Cameron huffed.
“You’re not acting like you. I don’t know. I guess i’m just jealous or uptight. We both know we have feelings for each other. Is it because of commitment? Fuck... I guess I’m fine with an open relationship”
Y/n giggled and swung her arms around his neck.
“I really do like you. But...
it’s not like we’re a thing. Let me have some fun”
She rubbed the back of his neck with her thumbs and stood on her toes to give him a quick peck. He tried pushing into the kiss, but she quickly pulled back.
“Aw. Cmon, Y/n. Plus... watching you right there kinda turned me on”
“Oh really?”
She smirked
“Meet me in my room in about an hour, Cammy?
She turned away after Cameron gave her ass a small tap. She finally retreated to her favourite place... outside. She stopped dead in her tracks after noticing that another two new girls sat where Matt originally was (before the body shots).
“Where’s Matt?”
She turned to Eric
“Probably jacking off. We saw what you did to him”
The man laughed while toking on a newly rolled joint, still in his chain mail. She pulled a seat right next Eric, seems though the other girls (which were currently feeling Mason up) left her no other choice. Y/n chuckled a bit to herself whilst watching Mason be abused by these girls. He gave her a couple of worried looks. Practically begging for her help.
“I think he needs your help, man”
Eric put his arm around her shoulder. Y/n leaned into him, sighing.
“But it’s just so funny... fine”
“Macey...”
She started.
“Could you pack me a cone please, love~”
Mason quickly wriggled out of the girls touch and grabbed the bong. Y/n watched his fingers as they worked the cone piece and ouid.
“All done, ma’am”
He held out the bong for her, but she declined and climbed over to him. She slowly made her way onto his lap, the other women smiled at her but eventually moving away. Leaving room for new people to come out.
“Wow. You really out did yourself here, Mace”
Masons eyes widened at the touch, but he complied and held the glass sculpture up to her lips. She grabbed a small lighter from the table in front of them. Holding it up to the cone piece as her fingers warm up from it.
“Only the best for you, madam”
The rest of the chop quickly filtered through to the water in the bong. Mason, quick to take the cone piece from the bong, letting the air go through it. Y/n lifted her lips from the glass, but held the smoke in her lungs for a couple of seconds. Before the smoke could escape from her lips, she faced Mason and blew some smoke his way.
“fuck”
“fuck”
The two boys said in almost unison. Leaving Y/n giggling to herself. Moving around on her ‘friends’ lap to put the bong in the table.
“What’s the time, E?”
Y/n asked. Remembering that she had places to be and people to fuck.
“Uhhh. Not sure”
Mason dragged his arms around Y/n’s waist and pulled her back into him.
“...that’s uhhh pretty strange question to be asking at a party, Y/n.”
He laughed to himself.
“Who is it this time?”
Mason finished.
She slapped his hands that currently rested in her lap, making the retreat from her body.
“I got to go. Wanna toke up around the pool later?”
Mason and Eric nodded in agreement before Y/n got up and walked away.
Mason looked down to where Y/n was situated only to see a bulge. He quickly covered it with both of his hands (making it way more obvious than it already was) before anymore people could notice.
“Got a bit of a problem there, bud?”
Eric and someone else asked.
“Shutup. I have things to do too.”
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Y/n dodged the men trying to approach her on her quest to find Cameron. There. She spotted him talking to a group of boys and Pokimane. Poki constantly feeling Cam. Y/n felt bad that she had to snatch him away from her, but the space between her legs was getting hotter and hotter each second.
“Hiii”
Y/n said as she approached the group.
“Oh there you are. We were just talking about you.”
Cameron looked down at you.
You gave the group a questioning look.
“Oh. What about?”
Before the group could get awkward, Poki interrupted.
“Just about the thing with you and Matt. It was quite a scene.”
She giggled.
“If i’m being honest, I wished that was me up there”
Someone added in.
“Ahah very funny. Did you want me, Y/n?”
Cameron gave her a smirk.
“Ah yeah, about that. Can i talk to you for a moment?”
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“Cammy- slow down”
Y/n said between moans.
His attack on her neck wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. His tongue swirled and sucked on her neck, getting closer and closer to her sweet spot. occasional nips here and there. Cameron guided Y/n to her bed, leaving her to lay there.
He slipped off his plaid button up and black tee that resided under it, approaching Y/n once again. This time he positioned himself on his knees and pulled up the skirt the girl was wearing, leaving it to rest on her hips.
“Can i rip these?”
Cameron asked, pointing to her fishnets that were underneath.
“...I just thought you’d look really sexy if I was fucking you in fishnets and a skirt”
Y/n giggled at his comment and nodded her head, waiting for the sound of fabric tearing.
He went to kiss her inner thighs, this time they were sweet and soft. Every time his lips would meet her skin, they’d inch closer and closer to her core.
Finally, his lips met hers. Cameron licked a wet stripe up her cunt, making her shiver and moan out.
“fuck, Cam”
“Do you like that?”
He chuckled.
Cameron’s thumb rubbed circles on Y/n’s clit whilst he was eating her out. His short beard tickling the sides of her thighs. She couldn’t help herself, but to be thrown over the edge. Y/n’s hand reached for Cams hair, sometimes tugging at it. He hummed in satisfaction when her legs started to quiver.
He pulled his lips away and climbed on top of the girl. Leaning down to kiss her other pair. Y/n got up and leaned against the headboard, taking her small top off along with her bra. Cameron stared at her tits, it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before he just liked them.
He moved towards her chest, his hand almost coming on contact with them, but Y/n slapped them away.
“My turn”
She smiled.
They swapped places, this time Y/n being the one to go down on Cameron. He adjusted him self amongst the pillow and the headboard so Y/n could have better access.
She left kisses down his chest as she made her way to his infamous ripped jeans. She unbuckled them with her (kind of) newly manicured nails. Pulling his fly down with her teeth, not breaking eye contact.
This was pretty cliché, but Cameron felt himself grow harder at the sight.
“You have no clue what you’re doing to me, Y/n. Shit”
“By the looks of things, I can probably tell”
The man helped kick his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxers. The sight of his growing cock made Y/n gulp. She pulled down the boxers, dodging the thing that was about to spring out.
Y/n took it in her hands and slowly started to pump it up and down. Her e/c eyes burning holes into her friend’s own. She arched her back down, causing the end of her skirt to travel up her hips, and licked his slit. Cameron slightly jolted at the touch, raising his hand to run through his hair.
Y/n’s tongue did wonders to the man. Sometimes grazing her teeth along his shaft just to annoy him. Precum glazed the top of her tongue and lips, leaving beads of spit to roll down Cams cock. His breaths became more harsh, his hand went to her hair putting it up into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. As hard as he tried not to guide her, his hand did it anyway.
“aah-uh. Y/n Y/n stop. I’m gonna cum”
Cameron whimpered
She pulled away and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“Come here. I want to see you ride me in that”
He adjusted himself, so he was just laying down with some pillows for neck support. Y/n crawled over him and sat on his length, just grinding on him. Causing Cam to grab her hips, pushing her down even more.
“aw Cam. I wanna fuck you so bad”
“I know. I know. Come here.”
Y/n stood on her knees so Cam could put himself directly under her.
“You ready, baby?”
The girl bit her lip and looked at the ceiling, bracing herself as his tip slid alongs her cunt.
“mmhm”
Cameron slipped it in, earning a groan from both of them. Y/n had to make Cam stay still for about a minute or so before she could start moving.
As soon as she started bouncing or even just grinding on him, Cameron had to resist the urge to push her onto him once again. Forcing his hands above his head. Y/n’s tits bounced with her which left Cam in awe. Arching his back in just the right way so he could suck and pinch on her nipples.
Y/n’s back arched as he constantly hit her G-spot. Euphoric moans and noises coming from her mouth as they fucked. Pheromones and lewd sounds filling the room.
“fu-uck. I’m gonna cum if you keep doin that”
Y/n cried out.
Cameron’s hips automatically bucked with hers. He flipped the two over and took matters into his own hands. Thrusting quickly, but sloppy, leaving Y/n in pure ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum, Y/n”
“mmhm. me too”
The girls eyebrows furrowed as she felt herself become undone, except for the knot in for stomach that kept getting tighter and tighter before finally releasing with Cameron’s.
“FUCK ME”
Cameron grunted as he came on her chest.
He would’ve collapsed on her if she didn’t move out of the way in such a hurry. They lied there, on messy bedsheets.
“I’ll clean up”
Cam shot up from his position leaving Y/n with no choice but to get up too. She tried fixing up her hair before feeling something warm in her hair.
“fuck dude. you got cum in my hair, man”
she sighed
“brush it out as Mia Malkova would say”
Cam replied.
“I said i’d go swimming with Mason and Eric. I’ll clean up with you next time, baby”
She laughed.
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“Took you long enough!”
Eric shouted from the pool.
“Sorry I was busy”
“We heard”
Mason chipped in.
“But where are your swimmers?”
they asked.
“Fuck. I was in a hurry. Oh well”
Y/n began undressing, leaving herself in a lace bra and some nice underwear she threw on before.
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