uh rn the main music that is stuck in my head is Vigorous Terrain from the Undertale Yellow OST cause i was just playing that,,,, uh but for songs, pourquoi la mort te fait peur ? by Pomme was stuck in my head earlier today !!
@milo-sillyguy & @gay-little-isopod & @hoarder-of-rats & anyone else who would like to join :D
me and Mr wolf but that’s maybe bc i was animating my assignment to it
@vereimeja @kyunniebuns @eventide-reverie
,,,this is so hard I have so many songs.
Black Sorrow- Ivan Alien Stage, No Doubt, Moonstruck, Fever(I came down with a hay fever lmao and I coped by screaming Fever in my head) Fatal Trouble, Your eyes only, Royalty- Enhypen, This December- Rick Montgomery
not for sale - enhypen | sign me up - post malone | repeat after me ( interlude ) - the weeknd | so much for stardust - fall out boy | luther - kendrick lamar + sza
stand by me - florence + the machine ⋆ rip - lucki ⋆ paper soldier - brent faiyaz ⋆ matte black - suicideboys ⋆ mesmerised - scenic ⋆ we’ll never have sex - leith ross
Vampire empire by Big thief!!
This one line always repeats in my head “I see you as you see yourself through all the books you read”… because it means a lot to me. Song ABOUT (some type of) love, never a love song.
I love this music recommendation! There’s something about El jardín de gente by Spinetta that, every once in a while, makes the song get stuck in my head, maybe is just that is Spinetta
And I no longer know if it’s dawn or I see the sky like a great collage
loser!hazel who would get caught staring at you and shoot you seventeen awkward hand gestures in a moment of insecure panic.
loser!hazel who would try as hard as possible to be closer to you, even if it meant sitting in the most awkward position in a group setting just to be next to you.
loser!hazel who would fumble her words for thirty seconds straight when receiving a compliment from you.
loser!hazel who would start feeling too confident after a successful conversation with you, then fall back into her awkwardness by closing out with a weird phrase like “catch you on the flip, girl!”
loser!hazel who would accidentally lie when answering one of your questions because she couldn’t properly focus on what was being asked.
loser!hazel who would get more comfortable being around you after a few weeks, but would still exile herself to the bathroom every once in a while to scold herself for something odd that she did.
loser!hazel who would give you a compliment for the first time and accidentally babble about how much she liked your shirt/hair/whatever for an excessive amount of time.
loser!hazel who wouldn’t be able to tell that your teasing her was flirting, who would apologize profusely when you joked around, resulting in you having to assure her that it wasn’t serious.
loser!hazel who would ask you “why?” when you requested her number, forcing you to either expose your true intentions or lie about some class project.
loser!hazel who would constantly be the butt of josie and PJ’s jokes, who would blush and hide her face while her friends made kissing noises after watching you two talk.
loser!hazel who isn’t actually that much of a loser, who really likes you and treats you like royalty!!
“could suck on your tits for hours if you let her. you’d have purple nips for days”
YESSS PLEASE I NEED MORE OF THIS SO BAD but i also want to suck on hers too like 🙏🙏🙏
Headcanons of Hazel being a slut for your tits
MDNI
She would be so nervous to see them for the first time. It would start out with her making a joke about wanting a peek, then she would get so flustered and surprised when you said you'd be happy to show her.
You'd be kissing like normal, quickly progressing to her pulling you onto her lap and deepening the kiss.
Things would get hot and heavy (literally) and you would start to take your shirt off.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" she would ask.
"I'm taking my shirt off, Haze. Is that okay?"
She would gulp like a cartoon character and nod excitedly, diving in to kiss you again to hide her blush. You would push her away so you could actually remove your shirt.
Her eyes would lock on your clothed tits, blushing even more when you laugh at her wide-eyed stare.
You would continue kissing her like normal, wanting more as her fingers rested just under your bra.
You would eventually get impatient and move her hands to the back clasp, urging her to remove it.
"You sure?" she would ask nervously.
"Yes, take it off, baby."
With that she would pull the garment off of you, jaw dropping at your bare chest.
"You're so fucking perfect," she would say. You wouldn't even have time to thank her because she would already be latching her lips around your nipple.
She would start slow and gently, knowing that she was quite new to this. Your noises would tell her what to do to please you.
She would grow more and more ravenous the longer she sucked. She was addicted to the sounds you made, only stopping when you whined for her to kiss you again because you were growing sore.
From this moment on, it would be established that Hazel's favorite part of you was your tits. She would stare at or grab them any chance she could.
Basically she worships you and shows this through incessant licking of your nips.
or a headcannon of how the relationship with Hazel callahan evolved, the first time they held hands, first make out, first time together
I LOVE THIS YAY
I think the reader and Hazel would develop feelings for each other around the same time. Whether they have class together, or they meet in the fight club, whatever!
As much as I love friends to lovers and years of slow-burn pining, I think Hazel's too much of a nervous wreck to survive that. You probably would start out as someone who she suddenly noticed was gorgeous. So, naturally, she would become incapable of properly speaking to you.
She would be incredibly obvious when she has a crush on you. Constantly being caught staring at you from across the room by her friends, stalking your instagram and panicking when she accidentally likes a picture from four months ago, apologizing profusely when she accidentally bumps into you in the hallway and cursing herself for being so awkward when she finally walks away.
Like I said, you'd notice her around the same time--probably through her blatant staring--and take interest. Even if you were as embarrassing as she was, she would never notice the signs.
Realizing this fact, you would make subtle moves every time you saw her. You'd compliment her outfit, ask her a question about the material you were learning in class, congratulate her after a successful spar. This would continue until you could comfortably call yourselves acquaintances.
After many observations of these interactions, PJ and Josie would realize your motives. They would desperately try to convince Hazel to ask you out, probably taking full days to do so.
She would finally be convinced when you "casually" brushed her arm as you laughed at her joke. She would be taken over by her feelings, blurting an invitation to a movie or a diner before she even processed what she was doing.
She would be even more surprised when you excitedly said yes. Internal panic would take over any feelings of excitement. She would be so anxious about what to wear to your date, trying on dozens of outfits and spraying five different colognes before realizing that she smelled like a middle school boy.
All of her nerves would be eased when you finally met up. Your beauty was one thing, but the way you lit up when she approached you made her anxiety melt away.
The first date would be very wholesome. Hazel making lots of jokes, you making lots of flirty comments to watch her blush, her fighting you to pay the bill at the end of the night.
You would give her a quick, chaste goodbye kiss after several minutes of tentative staring. Of course, she would replay this four-second-kiss in her brain until it was burned into the back of her eyelids.
You would have a few more dates in the following weeks in which you would realize that Hazel is the absolute best date-planner. Seriously, she should have her own TV show.
She would take you to so many fun places to see so many cool things, always ending the night with deep conversations and lingering kisses.
After a couple of weeks, she would work up the nerve to invite you to sleep over. Watching movies in her bed would turn into your first cuddle session which would turn into your first makeout session.
Both of your hands would begin to wander, snaking over each other's bare skin until someone needed to pull away for a breather.
"I've never done... anything like this before," Hazel would confess to you bashfully during this break between kisses. You would assure her that you were just as new to it as she was. She would take so much comfort in knowing that you also wanted to take it slow. You would finish out the night with the TV still playing, tangled in each other's arms.
The following morning, she would nervously ask you to be her girlfriend as she cooked breakfast. Your enthusiastic "yes" sparked another heated kiss and caused the pancakes to begin burning.
Many weeks, movies, and makeouts later would come your first "I love you". It would be a casual moment that you two had grown so fond of; your head on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair.
The feeling of you in her arms would just overwhelm her in that moment until she couldn't keep it a secret anymore. She would whisper it so quietly that you would have to pick your head up and ask her to repeat herself. She would lose her courage for a moment, but after much prompting, she would confess once again.
You would return the statement and kiss her with so much passion that you thought your bodies might melt together. As the kiss progressed, you would gain the courage to ask her if she wanted to take your clothes off. She would nod so furiously, causing you to laugh as you gently undressed each other.
The sex would be soft and full of love. Since neither of you would be very experienced, you would just take your time learning each other's bodies, switching up often to try as much as you could.
After your exhausted finishes, you would cuddle up in your usual fashion and fall back into the routine you had grown so used to with your love. <3
hazel fic rec where reader fucks hazel with a strap for the first time <333
Warnings: smut MDNI, strap-on sex (h!receiving), top!reader, bottom!hazel, (mentions of both being switches but in this the reader is dom top), sub!hazel, swearing, use of pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), fem!reader, just pure smut.
Sub!Hazel was not something I knew I needed more of until now...
"How come you've never fucked me?" Hazel's question caught you off guard. The two of you had been laying in bed, silently snuggled against one another. Your previous late-night activities had caused you to fall asleep with your legs intertwined.
"It certainly sounded like I was fucking you last night when you were screaming with my head between your legs." Your girlfriend buried her face in your neck as her cheeks heated.
"Yes, I know," she groaned. "I just mean that you've never, like--" Hazel paused, searching for the right words. She only grew more nervous under your stare.
"You mean with the strap?" She nodded slowly at your question, growing even more red. "Oh, baby. You just got so excited when I first brought up you fucking me with it."
"How could I not be excited?" she flirted, wiggling her eyebrows in a joking manner. You laughed and lightly shoved her off of you so that you could properly look into her eyes.
"I guess I had no idea that you would even want that," you explained. Your hand slid up and down her side, thumb drawing circles on her exposed hip. "Do you want that, Hazel?"
"Yes," she whispered. Her unusual shyness made your heart melt. This was clearly a vulnerable moment for her, so you wanted to be absolutely sure about what she was asking for.
"Speak up, baby." You palmed her cheek and willed her to look at you. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me." Her meek facade had faded. Her words shot straight to your heat while she so confidently spoke. You kissed her quickly, trying to hide the new blush that had crept onto your cheeks at her tone. You couldn't refuse when she pulled you in by your shirt for a longer kiss. It quickly progressed when her tongue pushed into your mouth and you began rolling your hips to meet her thigh. Distracted by her hot mouth, you hadn't noticed her grinding against the bed until she whined your name.
"Alright, alright," you giggled and gently laid her down. You hopped off the bed, rummaging through various drawers to find the bright blue fake dick. You set it down on the bed next to you. Hazel's eyes were so fixed on it that she didn't even realize you had already stripped down to your bra and panties. You began removing her clothing, pressing light kisses against every inch of newly exposed flesh. Your thumb circled her clothed clit as your other hand's fingers tweaked her right nipple.
"Please, baby." Oh, she was just begging now. Hazel's growth in confidence lit a fire in your core. You smiled like a little kid on Christmas as you tightened the strap to your body, slathering some lube on the end for Hazel's comfort. You looked into her eyes with your thumbs hooked under her waistband. She nodded eagerly to prompt your removal of her panties. You marveled at the string of wetness that connected her naked slick to her underwear as you dragged them down her thighs.
"Fuck, Hazel," you breathed. "I don't even know if we need this lube."
You had always loved Hazel's ability to laugh in any situation, especially when she was naked underneath you and still managed to giggle at everything you said. "You get me so wet," she confessed, still laughing but completely serious.
Her praise only added to the arousal already soaking your own panties, so you slotted yourself between her legs. You were quick to align yourself with her entrance. "Tell me if it hurts at all," you said.
"I will," she replied as she not-so-subtly squirmed to get closer to the dildo. "I'm ready, baby."
With that, you slowly pushed the head into her. You stopped moving when the tip was fully in, watching Hazel's gorgeous lips part in a soft gasp. "Is that okay?" you asked.
"Yes, it's good." She was already panting. "Please, more."
You fought a laugh at the desperation in her voice. "Okay, pretty girl." You slid the dick in a few more inches, continuing to the hilt when Hazel's moans urged you to keep moving.
"Fuck, baby," Hazel whined with heaving breaths.
"I know, it feels a little tight doesn't it?" you asked.
"Yes, so full. It feels so good." You believed her, of course, but you didn't want to overwhelm her.
"Good, Hazel. I'm going to take it slow, okay?"
"Mhm," she moaned, the sound increasing in volume when you began to steadily thrust into her.
Your pace was agonizingly slow. You could tell from Hazel's grip on your hips that she wanted more. You would give it to her, just not yet. You scooped your hands under the back of her knees to change the angle. Picking up your speed just a bit, you allowed yourself to go deeper into her.
"Oh, my god." Hazel's words came out shaky, so you halted at the deepest point inside of her.
"Is it too much?" Worry coated your tone.
"No! No! Don't stop, please." She whined your name until you resumed your motions. With every sweet sound she made, you grew more confident, thrusting faster and deeper until she was whimpering with every move.
You heard the familiar sounds she was making. They urged you to place your thumb on her clit, circling gently to get her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hazel shouted. "I'm so close-- so, so close." Her breathing was so ragged you worried that she might have a heart attack.
"Good girl," you cooed. You rubbed her bud faster and angled the strap to hit her sweet spot. "You're doing so good for me, baby."
With a final cry of your name, Hazel's whole body shook under your touch. You continued your ministrations as she came down from her high until she was crawling up the bed. You pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead as she regained her breath.
"That was," she started between pants, "so fucking good."
You laughed aloud at her shocked, wide eyes. "Only the best for you, Haze."
Summary: Reader finally gets totally f*cked! Final Part!!!
Part I: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731031070307401728/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked?source=share
Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731124314601062400/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked-part-ii?source=share
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Awkward, giggly, wholesome sex because they’re both cute little losers, fingering (r! receiving), tit play (both receiving), oral (r! receiving), scissoring, top!hazel, swearing, mostly just cute fluffy first time sex!
“Fuck,” was all you could think to say to your reflection in the mirror as you stared at the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Fuck,” you repeated, remembering that you had to be at school in less than forty minutes. “FUCK!” you shouted once more, realizing that all of your friends would also be at school, and being the nosy freaks they are, they would not be stopped until they knew who had marked you up.
Hazel. Oh, God, Hazel. Every time you touched the bruise, you swore you could still feel the ghost of her lips and teeth against your sensitive skin. You had fallen asleep so quickly the night before, exhausted from just a short makeout session. When you woke up, you had an internal debate about whether or not it had all been a dream. It was too good to be true, right?
The purple that Hazel had painted on your neck said “wrong”.
…
Relief flooded you when you realized that Hazel was the first of your friends to arrive to Mr. G’s class. Her perky smile greeted you as you sat beside her.
“Hi,” she said awkwardly, the greeting a bit late considering that she had already been staring at you for twenty seconds.
“Hi,” you returned. Nervous laughter floated between the two of you.
“So, I was thinking that you could come over tonight after school,” Hazel began, words stumbling out faster than she could properly form them. “I know it’s short notice so it’s cool if you want to go home first and get your stuff. Or it’s totally cool if you don’t want to come anymore! I would totally understand and not care–”
“Hazel,” you cut her off. “I would be happy to come over tonight. I’ll need to run back to my house to get ready, but I’ll text you when I’m on my way. ”
“Oh,” she exhaled, eyeing her own hands in her lap. “Great. Perfect.”
With Hazel’s eyes on her lap, you finally looked away from her. Of course, just your luck, you were met with the wide-eyed stares of Josie and PJ standing above you.
“Hey, guys,” you said flatly, waiting patiently for PJ’s flagrant comments to begin.
“Hey to you two, as well,” Josie said formally. Her voice was almost squeaky, like a balloon trying not to let out too much air.
“PJ, you’re awfully quiet this morning,” you prodded. It was true. You hadn’t even thought she would last a second seeing you and Hazel so blatantly ogling each other.
“I have nothing to say this morning,” she retorted, jaw clenched in frustration or concentration, you weren’t sure. You flicked your eyes to Hazel, who had started to notice your friends’ obvious self-restraint. She held her ringed hand up to her mouth to hide her smile.
“How strange,” Hazel joined in on the game. “It’s very, very rare that you have nothing to say, isn’t it PJ?”
“I suppose,” PJ replied.
“So you really have nothing on your mind?” you questioned her. “There’s really not a single thing that might be on the tip of your tongue?” You watched her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas when you moved your hair to the side, deliberately exposing your hickey.
“Oh my fucking God!” PJ pointed at your neck. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! I told you, Josie!”
Josie simply stared in silent admiration, allowing her best friend to make herself look like an idiot as she jumped up and down. “Yes, PJ. You did tell me. How could you ever have guessed?” Sarcasm coated her voice.
“So, who’s the top?” PJ asked, and was thankfully cut off by the beginning of Mr. G’s lecture.
You were nearly able to focus entirely on class until you felt Hazel’s breath as she whispered softly against your ear. “Did I give you that?” She jutted her chin out at your bruise. You almost laughed before you realized that she was genuinely asking. You simply nodded at her, unable to contain your smile when she flushed from her forehead to her neck.
A sudden flash of bravery came over you as you watched her blush, so you leaned into her. “I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to give me that.” She shivered at the whisper, eyes locked on yours from the moment you had said it to the moment the bell rang. You blew her a kiss–a painfully chaste gesture compared to your previous actions–and bounded out of the room as if nothing had happened. Hazel was dumbfounded and couldn’t stop staring at the door until PJ clapped her on the shoulder.
“Good luck with that, champ,” she taunted, prompting Hazel to finally get up from her seat. “Tell us where you put the next hickey after tonight!” Hazel’s middle finger waved goodbye to PJ, because she couldn’t be bothered to think about doing anything else with her hands that didn’t involve you.
…
Despite her one-track mind earlier in the day, Hazel could do nothing with her hands but hold them awkwardly behind her back as she welcomed you into her home that night.
“Hi, Haze,” you started, sensing her nerves. “Cute jammies,” you complimented the baggy blue and black flannel pajamas she wore. You framed it like a joke, but you were just trying to distract yourself from how sexy she looked in the black sports bra that scarcely covered her top half.
“Shut up,” she laughed, clearly not sensing your thoughts. “You, on the other hand, actually do look cute.” She grew a bit bolder and placed her hand on the small of your back, fiddling with the hem of your bunny-print PJ pants.
“Why are you acting so surprised that I look cute?” you feigned offense, clutching your hand to your chest. “Is it so shocking that I could look good?”
“What?” Hazel nearly fell over her own feet. “You always look cute! You are quite literally the cutest, most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I would never–”
You cut off her rambling with a deep kiss. You hadn’t planned on making your move so early in the evening, but something about those compliments hit a deep spot inside you. “I was just kidding, Haze,” you whispered against her mouth, punctuating the sentence with another quick press to her lips.
“I like it when you call me that,” she whispered back, pulling away to move a stray piece of hair out of your face. She began turning her head in all directions, taking in the foyer as if she hadn’t seen it thousands of times. “Holy shit. We didn’t even make it past the entryway.” You erupted into laughter, grasping her arms as you caught your breath. She took the opportunity to grab one of your hands and wordlessly led you to her room.
Hazel closed the door behind her, turning around to see you facing her expectantly. She didn’t waste a second before grabbing your face and kissing you again, so impatient for you. Realizing she should have at least brought you to the bed first, she giggled as she gently pushed you in the right direction. She laid you down softly against her pillows before climbing on top of you.
Every second that she stared into your eyes, you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply. You pulled her in by the collar of her shirt, disappointed when she only offered you a short, closed-mouth kiss. Her deep blue eyes bore into yours once again, grinning almost mischievously before she dove into your neck.
You moaned as her tongue flicked out against the hickey she had already created, whining when she created a friend for it on the other side of your neck. She trailed her kisses down lower until she reached the top of your camisole.
“Can I?” she asked, breaths already growing heavy. You only nodded, not confident in your ability to speak properly at the moment.
“Use your words for me,” Hazel said, her voice a low depth that you had never heard before.
“Yes, Hazel,” you gasped. “Yes.” You were grateful that she didn’t taunt you for your desperation and instead just pulled your shirt down enough for her to kiss down to your nipple. She waved her tongue around the bud, circling it before taking it between her lips. The gentle sucking motions had you arching your back into her. She pressed her face into your cleavage as she made her way to your other tit. She played with the nipple that had just been in her mouth, pulling soft sounds from you as she rolled it between her fingers.
“You sound so pretty, baby.” You moaned in response and began tugging your shirt over your head. Hazel jerked back in surprise. “Oh, getting impatient, huh?” she teased. You would have laughed, but you were too busy trying not to shrink under her penetrating gaze as she stared at your tits. It felt like minutes before she finally looked back at your eyes, asking, “Do you even know how fucking sexy you are?” Then you did laugh, covering your face with your hands.
“Stop it.” You blushed behind the blanket of your palms. Your quiet giggles turned into a gasp when you felt Hazel pry your hands away from you.
“I mean it.” You almost felt like she was scolding you. “You are so unbelievably perfect.”
“Thank you.” You genuinely meant it, trying to convey your appreciation through your eyes. Feeling needy and nervous again, you distracted yourself by running your hands up and down her back. You eventually felt brave enough to begin pulling at her sports bra. She understood your silent command and removed it, her breasts hanging over your face tantalizingly.
She must have finally understood how you felt in your earlier position, because she laughed shyly and fell into your shoulder so that you couldn’t stare.
“Nope,” you said. “Come here, baby.” She climbed up your body further, red-faced and avoiding your gaze. She couldn’t help but look at you again after you took her left nipple into your mouth.
“God,” she uttered in shock, rolling her hips into yours. You whimpered against her chest, urging her to gyrate even faster. “Fuck.” She pulled her tits away from your mouth, giggling at the pout that had formed on your face. “This okay?” she asked, her finger now playing with your waistband. Your pouty lip quickly transformed into a grin while you helped Hazel remove your shorts and panties.
You felt yourself grow wetter with every kiss that Hazel placed on her journey down. When she finally reached the spot between your legs, she started planting kisses even lower, sucking into the plush flesh of your thighs. She looked up at you once more, silently confirming that she had your consent.
“Please,” you whined, and she didn’t hesitate.
Hazel licked a long, slow stripe from your slit to your clit, refusing to break eye contact as she watched you squirm. When she reached your most sensitive spot, she clamped her lips around it, flicking her tongue out to tease your clit. She reveled in your moans that grew louder with every lick. Every minute that passed, the coil in your stomach tightened more and more. You gasped out praises and shouts of her name when she began fucking you with her tongue.
You almost dragged her back down by her hair when she emerged from between your thighs, grinning face covered in slick and spit. She hovered over you once more, but this time her finger danced around your entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” she asked.
“Mmhmm,” you sighed, pushing your hips downward to try to meet her in the middle. At the same time that she smashed her mouth against yours, she slipped one finger into your soaking pussy, gasping against your lips.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” She sat back a bit to watch her fingers as they disappeared inside of you. She was only released from the trance when you pulled her in by the back of her neck and forced your tongue into her mouth.
The kiss was messy and sticky and tasted overwhelmingly of your own juices. You didn’t care about being reserved or self-conscious about your kissing skills when Hazel’s fingers were so perfectly curling into that spongy spot that made your back arch. You moved your hands from her hair to scratch red streaks down her back with her nails, only stopping when her guttural moan made you realize something.
She had been grinding against the mattress searching for her own pleasure this whole time.
“Hazel,” you called to her between kisses. She pressed her forehead to yours and waited for your request. “I want you.”
“You already have me, beautiful.” She kissed your cheek softly. “I’m all yours.”
“I want you on me, Haze.” Your pleads finally made sense to her and she began frantically undressing her lower half. She was completely naked on top of you in seconds. The skin-to-skin contact had you reeling for her. She hooked her right leg over your left, tentatively floating above you. Making sure she had your attention, she grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to meet her eyes as she sank herself onto you.
You moaned in unison as she began grinding her wetness onto yours. You rose slightly, using her thigh to give you leverage to pull yourself against her. It took you a moment to find your rhythm with each other, but once you did, sounds of pleasure bounced around the room.
That familiar feeling began to reach you again, and Hazel could tell from the way your moans transformed into whimpers and quiet whines of her name.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” she cooed as she stroked your breast. “So good for me.”
“Holy– Haze, fuck!” You were so thankful that her mother was away, since you were shamelessly yelling at this point. “I’m so close, babe.”
“You can do it, sweetheart,” she urged you on, speeding up her hips as she neared her own end. “Cum with me.” Not a minute passed before you were heeding Hazel’s gentle command, moans cut off by the waves of pleasure that coursed through you. Hazel brushed your hair out of your face, uttering praises and giving you a break before she continued to use your slick to ride out her own orgasm. The overstimulation didn’t last long, for Hazel had been close to finishing just from hearing you moan her name.
Her hips stuttered on top of yours until she collapsed back onto the bed. Her body was folded in half, her legs outstretched awkwardly.
“Comfy, Haze?” you joked, laughing as she shook her head and repositioned herself beside you.
“Oh, my god.” She stared at the ceiling, then at you with wide eyes. “I just fucked you.”
“That you did.” You giggled at her disbelief as you kissed her cheek. “And you did it very well.”
The praise made her blush. She buried her glistening face in your neck, wrapping her arms around your still naked torso.
“So,” she began, still hiding her face due to nerves. “Are you my girlfriend now?”
“I better be after that,” you said. You laughed together for a minute before urging her to look at you. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Hazel Callahan.”
you and hazel callahan hate each other, it's a simple fact of life. there's also the fact that you're sleeping together. not quite as simple.
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pairing(s): hazel callahan/reader
word count: 8.0k
warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MDNI), hate sex, dom! hazel bc… yeah, sex in public, kind of exhibitionism, oral sex, fingering, some overstim maybe, requited unrequited love, basically they’re idiots, reader is a bitch but in an endearing way, kind of (??) anti-PJ like they don’t hate each other but reader does get very mad at her after she says You Know What, enemies with benefits to lovers, kind of mean dom and brat tbh but they "hate" each other so that's to be expected.
a/n: hazel callahan has been eating at my brain so thank you for the request!! this was hard to write tbh bc i could not for the life me think of why hazel and the reader hate each other so that remains unspecified. ALSO if ur the anon that suggested this and you don't like dom hazel i'm very sorry. title from hate that i love you by rihanna. reblogs and comments are like oxygen to me.
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The air in Hazel's car was thick, windows fogged up with hand markings streaking up the fog. In the cranked back passengers seat laid two people, both of their clothes in varied states of disarray, but still (mostly) on, except for a pair of panties on the driver's seat side, both trying to catch their breath. You were the first to sit up, trying in vain to tame your hair before giving up and turning slightly over to face Hazel.
"Can I have those back?" you jerked your chin over to your underwear, which, in your rush, had fallen haphazardly on Hazel's side of the car. Hazel grabbed them but did not pass them to you. You reached for them, but she just held them further out of your grasp. "Come on."
"I'll give them back to you on a condition," Hazel taunted, keeping a tight grip on the article of clothing as she loomed over you. You, in turn, groaned, and flopped back down against the reclined seat.
"What do you want?" you demanded.
"PJ and Josie are starting a fight club and I told them you'd show." Hazel stated, smirking down at you as you rolled you eyes.
"Why the fuck would I do tha-" You interrupted yourself as Hazel dangled the thin fabric in front of your face to remind you what was at stake before snatching it away again. You let out a frustrated screech as you made an unsuccessful swipe at it. "Fine! I'll show up to your little club. But I have no idea why you would invite me to club where I'm allowed to punch you in the face."
Hazel leaned down, her lips hovering over yours without quite touching them. "Because I think you like the way we out our anger now," she whispered, her free hand trailing down your body, from your waist down to your hips, where she stopped to squeeze the skin beneath your skirt, then further to the top of your thigh. “Don’t you?”
"Hazel," you breathed, your hips tilting up in an attempt to get her hand where you wanted it. In the exact moment you showed your reaction, you underwear was shoved into your hand and Hazel had retreated to the other side of the car.
"You're gonna be late to cheer," she reminded you haughtily. "Go, now,” she demanded.
"Aren't you just a ray of fucking sunshine," you grumbled, pulling your underwear up under your skirt.
"Yeah, luckily ray of sunshine isn't the deal," Hazel responded as she started the car. "Get out or I'll leave with you in the car and you'll have to walk all the way back to practice."
"What if I just let you take me to yours?" you ask teasingly, passing a hand through her hair and resting in on the back of her neck. You were well aware of what her reaction was going to be. In fact, you anticipated her very annoyed response.
"I don't want you in my house," Hazel responded, her tone full of disdain, as though she was scraping a piece of gum off her shoes. "Get out."
"See you at fight club," you goaded, your enjoyment of her distaste evident in your voice. You brushed your hand slowly off of her neck as you made your way out of the car, taunting her.
Once your feet were firmly on the ground, you took out your compact and checked your reflection while Hazel peeled out of the parking lot, missing the disheartened way she shook her head at herself. At the sight of a large hickey on the spot right above where your shoulder met your neck, you groaned. "I am gonna fucking kill her."
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The next day, when you arrived at the fight club, you were not especially overwhelmed by your fellow club members. Hazel stood in front of all them, most of the girls sitting crisscrossed on the floor below her. She was biting her lip in an endearingly excited way, but you pushed that thought away as soon as it came. A low buzz of conversation flooded the room as everyone waited for PJ and Josie's arrival.
"Wow... I cannot believe I was talked into this," you said to yourself. Loud enough, however, that everyone's attention was now on you. All of the girls looked incredibly shocked to see you there with them, while some looked utterly intimidated. It was true, you weren't particularly the nicest of people, nor were you a typical inclusion in the group of girls that sat before Hazel, who, frankly, are a group of massive losers.
Hazel rolled her eyes and walked slowly toward you. "So you came," she greeted.
"We swore over panties, that's a solemn vow," you shot back. Hazel smiled at the joke before remembering that she hates you and jerking her head back to the group of girls.
"Let's go," she suggested. In that moment, the gym doors slammed open and PJ and Josie barged into the room. PJ looked extremely disappointed and Josie looked like she was ready to pass out at any given moment. Hazel ran up to the pair of them and you stayed around to listen.
“What the fuck?” PJ whined. “These girls are all ugly.” Sometimes you could be considered a bitch but you wouldn't say that. Hazel, at the very least, had a list of things going for her that you shamefully could spend a few days naming. Briefly, you remembered to be offended for yourself directly before PJ jerked her head at you. "Not her. I mean she's hot, but she's mean."
"She's a total bitch, you mean," Hazel muttered. You smirked to herself and sent her a wink.
You didn't appreciate the way PJ ignored her, admittedly witty, interjection, instead asking, "Where is Stella?"
This time, you injected yourself into their conversation. "She was booked for a car convention," you said as you inspected your own nails. Hazel nodded in confirmation of your story.
"What? It’s a Monday!” PJ complained. You rolled you eyes at her petulance and crossed your arms over your chest, fed up of hearing her complain.
"Um, maybe we should go before someone else cool shows up, before I die, pick one," Josie spoke. You laughed behind your hand and winked at the group. At that moment, the doors banged opened and you hoped with the rest of the girls that it would be one of your friends... of higher social status, but it was just Sylvie. You scoffed in irritation and walked back to the rest of the girls, sitting a considerable amount of space away from them.
You didn’t hear the rest of their hushed conversation, but you physically could not miss the was PJ darted across the gym and threw her backpack down on the ground. “Listen up you cunt sucking pieces of shit!” So… not quite as boring as you thought it would be.
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By the time the fight club had been together for about a month you finally had friends there. Your friends, Isabel and Brittany, had joined at the second meeting, and it turned out that most of the girls in the club weren’t quite so bad. What was the problem, then? You hadn’t slept with Hazel in the same amount of time that the club had lasted. And you had so informed Isabel and Brittany.
“Okay, what’s the problem with that?” Brittany asked. “Why don’t you just fuck, like… shit, what were their names?”
“I don’t know,” Isabel responded, tucking her hair behind her ear. “She gives them all code names. Oh, um- Sporty Spice!” she suggested excitedly, thrilled to have remembered one of the many code names you had uttered to her. Sporty Spice was the name you had given a tennis player from Huntington, who you were no longer sleeping with.
The truth was that since you began sleeping with Hazel, you cleared out your roster. It was only Hazel. Except there hadn’t been Hazel in a month and you felt like you were going crazy.
You couldn’t let anyone know that it was just Hazel, though. You had a reputation to uphold. So, you responded, “Good idea, Iz,” just as PJ called for the meeting to begin.
“Alright!” she yelled. “Circle up!” All of the girls rushed to stand in a circle (save for yourself, who walked slowly and coolly) to see who would get chosen to spar today. Which, of course, made PJ call your name. “And, uh… Josie.”
Oh, great, the girl who almost killed someone in juvie. Yeah, that was just the fight you needed to top off your shitty day. You were doing pretty well, though, all things considered. Then, in the middle of the fight, an idea came to mind, an easy one really, so you left yourself open and let Josie punch you in the face.
“Shit!” Josie yelled as you went down with the force of the punch. You held your cheek as Hazel hovered above you, face littered with worry for second, before she realized you could see her stress. You bit your lip to contain your smirk. It was working.
“I’m fine,” you reassured, holding out a hand for someone to help you up. Josie took it and pulled you up and you nodded to thank her. “I just need someone to help me clean up, maybe?”
“Hazel, go help her,” Josie said, patting Hazel on the back. “We’ll be fine without you guys.”
“Fine,” Hazel muttered. You wore a cheshire grin as Hazel took you by the hand and dragged you to the girl’s locker room.
The moment the two of you arrived in the locker room, you found yourself shoved against a row of lockers. “You think you’re so fucking slick, huh?” Hazel asked.
You looked at her with falsified confusion, eyes wide. “I don’t know what you mean,” you replied.
“Do you miss me, baby?” she asked teasingly, “I’ve seen you take hit worse than that, stand up, and win the fight. Did you play like you lost to get me here… with you?”
“What if I did?” you asked evasively, refusing to meet her eyes.
“Well, that would be desperate,” Hazel replied, lifting your chin with her finger and forcing you to meet her gaze. “Are you desperate for me, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” you spat.
Hazel smirked to herself, just barely containing herself from making a stupid, cliche joke. But really, it was right there. Instead she repeated, “Are you desperate?” this time her finger traced the seam of your underwear with barely there touches. If you weren’t so tuned in to her every move, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it.
You rolled your hips towards her, but she wouldn’t budge until you told her what she wanted to hear. “Yes. Hazel, please.”
Hazel grinned at you, content with the response you gave her, and slipped her hand away from the waistband of your underwear. Just as you were about to open your mouth to complain, her hand began trailing up your inner thigh, up under your skirt, until they met your clothed core. "Make it quick," she whispered to you as she ghosted her fingers right above where you wanted them. She placed a light kiss on your neck, a sample of what you craved but knew you wouldn't get. "We have to get back to the club."
"That's kind of up to you, isn't it?" you replied with a smirk.
Hazel laughed as she continued her endeavors. At the moment, you didn’t quite care how wet you were without her even touching you, but Hazel seemed thoroughly entertained by the fact. “Is this for me?” she asked, continuing to pass her fingers over the growing wet spot on your underwear. She watched way your eyes fluttered shut, trying in vain to get her to do anything more with a tilt of the hips.
By now, you had learned your lesson about telling Hazel what she wanted to hear (at least, for today), so you responded, “Only for you.”
Hazel scoffed at you and shook her head. “Right,” she said disbelievingly as she pushed your underwear to the side and immediately plunged her two middle fingers into you.
You wanted to argue that it was true, but at that moment you gave a loud, shocked moan, and Hazel’s free hand came up to cover your mouth. “Can’t have you letting them hear what’s mine.” That was a simple rule of your agreement. Since going to one of your houses was far too intimate, you were always in public, and neither of you were very good sharers, making noise is a no-no. At times, you were known to momentarily forget that rule.
Your eyes had gone wide, but you nodded from behind Hazel’s palm. Desperately, you canted your hips down, the attempt to remind her of the task at hand causing her fingers to slip in deeper and your eyes to roll back in response. She smirked, and began plunging her fingers into you at a rapid pace. You writhed against the cool metal wall, your hand reaching out to the row of lockers on your side, trying to find purchase on something, anything, but you had no such luck.
“Wish I could hear the noises you make,” Hazel whispered, the pace of her fingers never letting up. You couldn’t say anything in response due to the hand still covering your mouth, but you hoped she could see the annoyance in your eyes. After that, she silenced for a moment, the only sounds in the room being her breathing, your moans muffled against her hand, and the wet squelching sound of her fingers plunging in and out of you. "But those sounds are so pretty," she groaned, eyes heavily lidded with desire. It was perfectly evident that she derived her own kind of pleasure from watching you unravel beneath her.
Usually, you would get on her case for her condescending tone, but this absolutely was not the time. Your mind was far too hazy to come up with any snarky comments and the pleasant buzz that had overtaken your body at the beginning of your encounter was now burning like a fire beneath your skin, itching to be extinguished. Your plea of her name was quieted by the hand still covering your mouth.
Hazel, however, took notice of your impatience. She chuckled in a way that almost sounded like she pitied you as she slowed the movement of her hand. "If I had the time," she whispered, her voice raspy, "I'd make you wait. Make you beg."
You desperately shook your head, pleading with your eyes for her to continue. Hazel chuckled sadistically. "But like I said, I don't have the time." Her fingers returned to their previous pace, this time with the addition of her palm rolling against your clit. The pleasure was so great, your eyes snapped shut as both your hands flew down to her wrist, trying to keep it exactly where you wanted. Hazel looked like she wanted to say something about it, but didn't. Instead she kept up the pace that had you tightening your hold around her wrist and bucking your hips into her hand.
Hazel smirked as your breathing picked up and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth. You're gonna keep quiet. Okay?"
You took as deep a breath as you could through the onslaught of frankly embarrassing noises escaping you. "I- fuck- I-" you stuttered the moment her hand was removed, interjected by a quiet moan. "I'm gonna cum."
Hazel smiled at you, looking all too pleased with herself. "Do it." Her fingers curled in a way that made your jaw drop and your head fall sharply against the metal locker behind you. Hazel's now free hand cradled the back of your head, ensuring that you wouldn't hit it again. She could tell how close you were from the way your nails dug painfully into her wrist, how unbelievably tight you were getting around her fingers. She closed her eyes at that, breathing heavily with her own arousal, and buried her face in your neck, placing frantic, needy kisses there.
An almost scream-like moan burst past your lips as you came, your hips jerking erratically, completely out of your own control, trying all at once to get closer to the stimulus and further away. Hazel's lips moved from the bruising kisses to your neck to more passionate ones on your lips in an attempt to silence you.
You two had never kissed before. At least, not on the lips. It was intimate, against the rules. And she broke the rule. Usually, you broke the rules. But even you didn't have the gall to break this one. That didn't mean you rejected her, in fact you did quite the opposite. Your hands buried themselves in her hair, tugging her impossibly closer to you and kissing her as best you could, at times interrupted by sounds you couldn’t keep down. Hazel didn’t care. She went at you like a woman starved, her hand never stopping its movement, even as you started whimpering from the overstimulation. Her tongue passed against your bottom lip, the gentle question asked without words contradicting all else about her demeanor at the moment. When you opened your mouth to allow her tongue in, she became somehow more desperate, the hand that held the back of your head reaching down to pull your leg around her waist. You gasped at the new angle, bearing down on her despite the overwhelming feeling.
“Fuck, Haze, please,” you begged, rocking your hips onto her fingers. “Ha- fuck, oh- please, Hazel.”
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” she muttered, this time making gentle caresses with her movements, knowing it wouldn’t take you long to reach second orgasm.
She was right. In very few minutes you were scrambling for purchase on her shoulders, your breathing picking up exponentially, until you pulled her lips back onto yours in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.
Hazel kept fucking you throughout your orgasm, determined to make you feel as much pleasure as possible. The moment your hips stopped their movement and your breath evened, though, she withdrew from you completely. You instinctively reached for her as she took several steps away from you, trying to even out her own breathing.
"Hazel," you called, but she didn't spare you a glance or another word as she walked over to the sink, rinsed the hand she had put inside you, and walked back out to meet the club.
This wasn’t unusual. She had left you, or you had left her, after every single one of your encounters. So why did it hurt so much?
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For all intents and purposes, you found this fundraiser demeaning. You wished you could have Isabel’s cluelessness, but alas you knew very well why someone might want to buy your old underwear. Of course, it was PJ’s idea, and both Josie and Hazel had tried to dissuade her to no avail. So now, you, Stella, Isabel, and Brittany had on skimpy outfits and were selling your underwear.
“I object to this,” you whispered to Hazel as you made your way to the site of the fundraiser. You were expecting a quippy response, at the very least a ‘too bad,’ but she simply hummed in response and started trailing behind the group.
You walked with Isabel and Brittany, each one of you carrying a box of old underwear, again giving Hazel endless content to mock you for, but nothing. Isabel had taken to telling Josie that she didn't understand why anyone would go to the fundraiser, while PJ yelled something about toes to Brittany, but you were preoccupied with Hazel who was groaning and slowly making her way to the floor behind them.
You subtly kept your eyes on her, scoffing at the fact that PJ simply could not keep her mouth shut long enough to notice that Hazel was going through something behind her. You actually felt happy for Josie, who informed PJ that she would be hanging out with Isabel that night, and suddenly it was very clear why Isabel was asking you for fashion advice before you left for the fundraiser. Despite your happiness that Isabel was finally entertaining the idea of someone besides Jeff, you cleared your throat and shifted your eyes to Hazel, trying to redirect her friends’ attentions.
“Hazel, what is wrong?” PJ finally snapped. “Are constipated or something?”
“I’m fucking tired,” Hazel responded, and oh how you liked to hear her swear. “My mom was up all night fucking the meathead.”
You raised an eyebrow at the confession, knowing very well who she was talking about. PJ and Josie seemed not to know, so you strolled away while Hazel slowly but surely got the message through to them and stood with Isabel, bargaining over used panties.
The fundraiser ended at sunset, the setting sun basking everyone in an amber glow as you began packing up. You realized that Hazel took no interest in helping with the clean up, instead trudging groggily to he car after exchanging some brief words with Josie who gave her an understanding nod.
You speed walked to Josie. "Hey, I need to go, too. I'm feeling, uh... super violated thinking about old guys sniffing my panties," you made up. In reality you didn't really care, but you could see a kind of guilty nauseous look form on Josie's face and you knew she would let you go. She just nodded and held her stomach. Feeling bad for abusing her guilt, you gave Josie a small hug before chasing after Hazel who had already arrived at her car, parked far away from the group.
“I couldn’t help but overhear your little dilemma earlier,” you said as you approached her. You were facing the back of her head, but you were sure she had rolled her eyes.
“‘Course you couldn’t,” she scoffed, turning around to lean against her car door. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she threw her head back to get her hair out of her face. God, you wished you could have that picture burned in your brain. “So, what, you wanna make fun of me for having a slutty mom or…”
“No,” you responded, slowly making your way up to her until you were standing directly in front of her, leaving little space between the two of you as you toyed with the collar of her green t-shirt. “I was going to suggest that you get some revenge. Keep her up for a change, hm?” You played coyly with the silver chain that hung around her throat, enjoying the cool feeling on your overheated skin. You had never seriously suggested going to her house, it was always a taunt to get an annoyed response out of her. But this time you were genuine. Not only were you genuine, but you were offering her help with a problem of hers (in your own special way).
For a minute, Hazel seemed all for the idea, looking at you like you were the hottest thing to ever grace this planet. Then, she snapped out of it. “No. No way I am going to let my mom hear me having sex on purpose,” she responded with a shake of her head.
“She’s letting you hear it. Come on, Hazel, she’s got no respect for you. Don’t you wanna hear me?” That got to her. In day to day life, Hazel wasn’t particularly possessive, she didn’t mind sharing, but when it came to you… well, she definitely didn’t like sharing. And she always said how badly she wanted to hear you in the throes. To hear you scream her name.
“You wanna help me get revenge?” she asked, her tone shifting from annoyed and embarrassed to this cool, collected, rough voice she usually donned when you two were together.
In response, you nodded eagerly, not trusting yourself to say anything that wouldn’t embarrass you. Her ringed hands fell to your hips, giving them a sharp tug that closed the small gap you had left between the two of you. Your hands caught yourself on her shoulders, your breath picking up excitedly as she whispered in your ear. “You sure?”
“Yes,” you whispered in response. “Let me help you.” You were pleading now, and if you were in your right mind you would be properly embarrassed, but you were not. Your mind, your entire being, was consumed by the girl in front of you, by the way she looked at you, the way you were surely looking at her.
“Get in the car,” she ordered, though it lacked her usual bite, and she even went around the car to open the door for you. You bashfully sat in the seat and giggled to yourself as you saw Hazel practically run back to her side of the car.
The drive to her house was tense and silent. You kept seeing her right hand twitch on the wheel, as if she wanted to move it to touch you, but restrained herself. You yourself were nervously fidgeting with your seatbelt until the car came to a halt in front of a grand mansion.
"You live-"
"Please don't," Hazel interjected, pointedly avoiding looking at the astonished look on your face. "This is why I never brought you here."
"Really?" you asked, your shock at her home transferring to a new topic. "I always thought it was because you thought I was, like, too much of a slut and I'd spread whore germs on your house."
"You think that's what I think of you?" Hazel asked incredulously, blue eyes widened with surprise.
"Isn't it?" you returned. Hazel didn't answer. She got out of the car, walked around it, and open the door for you.
"Let's go," she insisted. She took your hand and led you through the massive doors. Thankfully, you didn't hear Mrs. Callahan and Jeff doing anything because, honestly, you thought that could really kill the mood. Her room was the first door in front of you after ascending an unbelievably posh staircase. Hazel closed the door and locked it behind her. She just stood there, twirling her rings on her finger, clearly unsure of what to do.
“Please kiss me,” you whispered.
Hazel looked up from her twisting rings, shocked. “But we don’t-“
“We already did,” you interjected fiercely. “And I’m at your house. We’re all about breaking the rules today, Haze.” You used a nickname for her. You never did that. She crossed the room and pulled on your hips, slowly bringing your body to meet hers.
“You sure you wanna do this?” she questioned, breath ghosting against your lips.
Your arms looped around her neck. “I’ve never been more sure.”
Her lips met yours slowly, savoring every slide of her lips against yours, displaying every morsel of passion. You weren’t used to this. You had only kissed once before and that was a messy scramble to keep you quiet so you wouldn’t give your friends a show. This was both patient and desperate, both of you clinging to each other like you were the air you needed to breathe, but taking the time to actually feel, opposing what you normally did.
“What happened to getting revenge?” Hazel mumbled between kisses, one of her hands moving up to clutch your jaw.
“Give me a reason to make some noise and we’ll get right to that,” you responded sarcastically.
Hazel chuckled, she actually allowed herself to laugh, before beginning to plant kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw, and traversing down to your neck, where was placing wide-mouthed, bruising kisses that made you whimper quietly.
“There we go,” she muttered, just as quietly, before reconnecting with your neck, her hand on your jaw tilting your head upward to give her easier access. This time she began nipping at where she knew she would want to leave a mark, rolling the skin between her teeth and following it with a kiss until the skin became irritated and sensitive to touch. You moaned and buried your hand in her hair, trying to keep her there, but her lips detached with a pop and she smirked at you.
“Do something,” you urged, breathing heavily from arousal, “please.” Gently, she pushed you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed, but she didn’t let you fall back in it just yet.
Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” she asked. You nodded frantically, lifting your arms above your head to aid in the process as Hazel all but ripped the shirt off of you. It was then that she pushed you onto the bed and her fingers fiddled with the waistband of your pants.
“Hazel,” you moaned out, wriggling with need, “please.” She made quick work of the buttons on your admittedly complicated (but very fashionable) pants and pulled them down in a hurry. In that exact moment, she had laid herself on top of you. You opened your legs so she could lie between them and pulled her down for another kiss. Hazel’s kisses began to stray from your mouth, planting them all over your face and neck. You hissed when she kissed over the forming hickey, which made her smirk. She then dragged the tip of her nose from your collar bone to your sternum, breathing there as she reached behind you for the clasp of your bra.
You pulled your arms out of the straps in a rush, watching as Hazel threw your bra across the room as if it had burned her. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” she muttered, taking one of your breasts in her hands as her mouth enveloped the other. You moaned loudly and arched your back, trying to keep her mouth on you for as long as possible. “That’s it, baby,” she said to you before switching her mouth to the opposite breast.
You tried holding your thighs together to get even a bit of friction, but Hazel’s body remained between them. She looked smugly down at you as she removed her own shirt and vest in one fell swoop, leaving her in just a sports bra and her black jeans. She ghosted her fingers down your side teasingly, barely touching you, but touching you just enough that is sent a wave of goosebumps down your body. She continued this taunt until she reached a patch of your underwear, soaked through. Her fingers moved in gentle ministrations on your clit through your underwear as her mouth followed her hand’s original path downward.
“Hazel, fuck,” you groaned when she began mouthing at the wet spot. Your fingers knotted through her hair and pulled her closer. “Please just- uh!”
You whined when Hazel pulled away, your only relief being the fact that she was tugging your underwear down you legs. She was taking her sweet time with it, but she was doing it. "Please hurry," you begged, but Hazel paid you no mind, continuing her slow meander down your legs, trailing kisses behind the skin your underwear dragged against until finally they were completely off, and Hazel threw the offending piece of clothing somewhere in the same direction as your bra. She kissed slowly back up your legs, as though she were the most patient person in the world.
You found, when she met her destination, that she was not. She dove into you like a woman starved, one of her hands holding your legs open by the top of your thighs while the other palmed your breast. She licked a long stripe up your cunt before latching onto your clit. "Fuck! Oh my god, Hazel! Jesus fucking-"
"Keep saying my name," she murmured before reattaching her lips to your clit. Her hand moved from your thigh to pumping her fingers in and out of you. For a moment, she seemed mesmerized by her own movement, removing her mouth again to admire the sound it created, watch how her finger glistened when she pulled them out. Then, as though seeing it unleashed something in her, she was on you again, her mouth on you creating a deafening feeling of utter bliss.
"Hazel! Like that, please!" One of your hands bunched up the sheets at your side, while the other tightened its hold around Hazel's hair. Your hips followed Hazel’s fingers, pushing yourself onto them every time she tried to pull them out. "Oh my fucking god, yes!"
"You sound so pretty, baby," she whispered against you, the breath from her whisper hitting you making you shiver. She continued her ministrations, easy and in no way rushed, curling her fingers inside of you until your grasp in her hair became mad scrambles, less holding her in place and more pulling her to where you needed. "You're so close," she whispered before you could make your own announcement.
You nodded, your legs trying to close, overwhelmed by the intense satisfaction, only stopped by Hazel's head between them. You moaned loudly as your orgasm overcame you, your legs shaking around Hazel's head as repeating shocking pleasure overcame you. "Fuck, Hazel, yes! Fu-" A mess of moans wracked your body as Hazel continued until you were pushing her away by the shoulders.
She crawled up your body until she was leaning over you, her eyes darting to you lips. You gave a subtle nod and her lips met yours again. You briefly marveled at the way you could taste yourself on her before Hazel pulled away, keeping a close distance as she whispered, "Thank you for helping me."
"Feel like I should be thanking you," you replied. Hazel laughed, nodded, and fell onto the bed. You cushioned you head on her chest, trying to fall asleep when there was a sudden knock on the door. Hazel sat up, pulled the covers up to cover your chest, and positioned herself to where she was covering you.
"Yes?" she asked. Her mother's head popped through the door, eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm really glad you're exploring and coming into you woman-hood," her mother started. You snorted behind your hand while Hazel swatted blindly behind her, "but I would really prefer it if you kept your sex life quiet if you are going to do it in my house," she spoke, struggling to get the words out due to the sheer level at which she felt uncomfortable.
"Ditto," Hazel replied. Mrs. Callahan turned bright red (as far as you could tell from the pale moonlight), slammed the door shut, and all but marched back to her room. Hazel waited a minute after the slamming of the door before bursting into manic laughter, with you joining her. "You just made my night," she confessed through laughs.
"Mine too," you responded at whisper that went unnoticed by Hazel.
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So, Hazel knew how to assemble a bomb. And while that was extremely erotic to you, fight club the following day put quite a damper on your mood. When you walked in, the girls were for once seated on the bleachers, conversing in sad tones, looking like they were saying their goodbyes. You walked up to where Hazel sat by herself, taking the seat a her side. She took your hand in hers as PJ and Josie made their way into the gym. They stood awkwardly in front of the group.
“So, some of us clearly have a different definition of egging,” you giggled and nudged Hazel’s shoulder with your own. PJ’s face contorted at the sight of you smiling with each other, “and I have no idea what’s going on there, but if we keep our mouth shut, stay calm, we’ll be fine.”
Sylvie was the first to speak. “They’re gonna shut us down, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” you responded sadly, leaning into Hazel, who wrapped her arms comfortingly around your shoulders.
You were pretty much focused on the solid weight of her arm around you, the way she clutched to you as you all said your goodbyes to you new friends. Sure, you injected some of your own goodbyes into the mix, but you had to admit having Hazel’s arm around you in public was kind of distracting. That is, until Hazel stood from her seat, using the exasperated voice you had become quite accustomed to.
“Oh my god, PJ. Okay, I’m sorry that you didn’t get what you wanted out of this group, but I think the rest of us did,” she lectured. You took her hand, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the back of it, trying to let her know that you’re supporting her.
“Oh, good for fucking you, Hazel,” PJ mocked, “I’m glad you finally wrote one email. Accomplished a lot.”
“I actually did, I practically ran this club for you and Josie,” Hazel argued, her grip on your hand getting tight as her anger level rose.
Josie interrupted, trying to keep the peace as always, but PJ, in her constantly combative state, responded, “You really think you’re the reason that we have this club?”
“The reason? No, but I can tell everyone that if you want,” she threatened. You had to admit, that was really hot and way less annoying when you weren’t on the receiving end of it.
Again, Josie tried to stop the violence, but PJ would have none of it. “You’re really ungrateful,” she spat, “You’re so lucky that we even let you be apart of this.”
“PJ, you’re a liar,” Hazel exclaimed. You wondered what she was lying about, but you didn’t doubt that she had told her fair share of lies. I mean… juvie, really?
PJ scoffed. “Yeah well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so…”
Hazel’s determined face fell, giving way to tears rising in her eyes. “Hazel…” you called, trying to comfort her, but she had already begun picking up her things and walking out of the gymnasium.
Josie called after her as well, but it was no use. Fueled by rage, you marched up to PJ, ignoring her questions as to why you were getting up, and slapped her across the face. “You are such a bitch,” you seethed before hightailing it behind Hazel.
“Takes one to fucking know one!” PJ yelled from behind you, but you didn’t even care to argue, focused on finding Hazel.
By the time you found her in an empty classroom, Tim Phunk was walking away from her with an all-too smug look on her face.
“What did he want?” you asked. Hazel jumped, not having noticed that you entered when he left.
“Nothing,” Hazel replied evasively. “Asking about the club.”
“Yeah, about the club, PJ had no right to talk to you like that,” you comforted. You walked across the room to try to take her hands, but she backed away. “… If it makes you feel better, I totally bitch slapped her after you left.”
“I’ve been told worse,” she recalled, sending you a sharp glare, and ignoring the fact that you slapped PJ.
“You can’t mean from me,” you responded, shocked. “I mean, Haze, that was banter. We both had it out for each other. But, now…”
“What, you think because we’re kissing and I took you to my house suddenly we’re girlfriends?” she asked callously. “I am just one of the many people you’re sleeping with. I don’t matter to you. I’m not gonna fool myself into thinking what we did at my house meant anything to you. God, I can’t believe I let that happen.”
“But it did mean something. You mean som-“
“No! You hate me,” she yelled, pointing at you malignantly. You began to shake your head, when she continued. “And I hate you.”
Ice settled in your veins and you recoiled like you had been slapped in the face. “You don’t mean that,” you whispered. “You’re just mad at PJ and you need someone to take your anger out on.”
“Wanna test that theory?” Hazel bit out, leaning against a desk and crossing her arms over her chest. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Tears welled in your eyes as you tightly grasped the strap of your tote bag.
“Fuck you, Hazel,” you breathed, turning on your heels and marching out of the room. You didn’t bother wiping the tears away as you tried to find anyone who would comfort you.
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After starting off the pep rally with the rest of the cheerleaders (also known as having Stella-Rebecca participate in a wet t-shirt contest against no one), you sat by yourself, a good ways away from both PJ, who you adamantly hated at the moment, and Hazel, who despite your anger at you couldn’t bring yourself to hate.
“How many of you know about that little girl fight club that could?” Tim asked into the microphone. You groaned and buried your face in your hands as applause littered the gym. You were already so tired of this. “Well do we have a surprise for you! We’re gonna bring… Where is she? Hazel down.” Your heart dropped into your stomach, your head snapping up to see Hazel walking down the steps of the bleachers. “One of the founding members. To show us everything the club has taught her.”
You reached out try and grab her hand to stop her from going down, but she just ripped it away. “Hazel will be fighting Tucker,” Tim announced. You stood abruptly, wanting to get down and protect her, but Isabel grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit down with her and Josie, “the school’s number one boxer.”
You placed your face into Isabel’s shoulder. “I can’t watch this,” you cried. “Please don’t make me watch this.”
“Don’t look,” she whispered, wrapping both of her arms around you as she watched in horror. You could hear the sickening cracks of punches, hits, and kicks landing on you didn’t know who; you could hear her shouting whether it be from pain or determination. “Don’t look,” Isabel repeated. Her shaking voice revealed everything you needed to know about the state of the fight. You sobbed into her shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid seeing it.
You zoned out for the rest of the fight, trying your best not to pay attention to any of the sounds coming from the gym. You couldn’t, of course, miss the loudest announcement of the night, that PJ and Josie never actually went to juvie (which you had guessed long ago), but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you and the rest of the club dashed down to Hazel’s limp body.
“Hazel,” you whispered when you reached her. Brittany and Stella-Rebecca hoisted her arms over their shoulders and you stood in front of her, assessing the startling damage. “Come on, Haze, please just look at me.” Your hands gingerly cupped her face as her blue eyes fluttered open and you let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Thank god,” you muttered to yourself. “Let’s get her to the hospital.”
Looking back on it, you thought you were the only member of the club that didn’t leave your leaders with scathing parting words, which is very much unlike you, but you were preoccupied. You remained by Hazel side as long as you were allowed to, eventually kicking you out of her room when they started examinations at the hospital. Luckily, she was an outpatient so you went to Hazel's house that night after she was released. You let yourself in, knowing where they kept the spare key because Mrs. Callahan had told you where it was after the doctors kicked you out. The moment you heard the jingling of Mrs. Callahan's keys, you shot up like a rocket, opening the doors for the two of them, and moving Hazel's arm from around her mother's shoulders for support to your own.
"I'll take her, you must be so tired," you rushed out, forcing a smile so she would think you were actually being considerate. Hazel groaned at the transfer, but made no further comment. You took Hazel and gently led her up the stairs to her room.
"You were the one in her room the other night, weren't you?" Mrs. Callahan called. You rushed Hazel as much as you could and slammed the bedroom door behind you.
Hazel let out a breathy laugh as you leaned against the door. "You're so screwed whenever you leave this room." You turned to her in shock that she managed to utter anything that wasn't pained groans. Gently as possible, you led her to the bed and you sat down, allowing her to cushion her head on your thighs.
"She didn't sound mad, actually," You responded, running your fingers through her shaggy hair. "Maybe she just wanted to know my intentions."
"And what are your intentions?" Hazel asked teasingly, trying to smile up at you, but wincing at the movement. Her voice was loopy, a clear effect of the pain medication that the doctors had given her.
"Oh, I'm gonna steal you away and we'll co-own a bookstore full of mushy queer shit-"
"That's sweet, baby," Hazel responded.
"And we'll fuck constantly," you interjected with a laugh when Hazel groaned. "Come on, isn't that the dream?"
"It's the dream," she conceded and you planted a kiss on her forehead.
"For the record, I'm only telling you this because you are very high on pain meds," you joked, but her face fell serious.
"Can I tell you something?" Hazel questioned. You nodded in response. "I'm sorry I yelled and told you I hated you. I don't hate you, I'm just scared of being hurt by you."
You ran your fingers gently through her hair. "I would never hurt you," you replied honestly. "And you're not one of many people I'm sleeping with. You're the only one."
"That's good," she said sleepily, turning on her side and pushing her head into your hands, a signal to keep running your fingers through her hair, as her breaths began evening out, then slowing.
When you thought she was definitely asleep, you whispered, "I love you." You didn't notice her eyes snapping open, or the way she bit her lip to contain her smile.
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You made out with Hazel Callahan in front of the entire school. Everyone was shocked, the fight club was not. You killed the entire Huntington football team. Everyone was shocked, Hazel thought it was pretty badass. Also, she looked really hot covered in blood, so any embarrassing way you confessed your love for her was not your fault.
That being said, yelling it in the pure silence following her delayed bomb was pretty bad. Everyone turned to you in shock and stared for about ten seconds before returning to their celebration over the Huntington players' dead bodies. Except for Hazel, who continued to stare at you. "Did I break you?" you jested, snapping your fingers in front of her face.
"I thought it was a dream," she muttered. You gave a her a confused look and she elaborated. "You said that to me, in my room when I got back from the hospital."
Your eyes widened comically. "You were awake for that?"
"You actually said it?" she questioned excitedly, taking your face in her hands.
"Of course I did," you responded, still in shock that she had been awake for that. Hazel smiled brightly before pulling you in for a kiss, you hands clutching her forearms to keep her holding your face. Your lips slid together sweetly, not as fiercely as they had earlier that night, which you had to admit, had gotten away from you, but just as passionate.
You pulled away and rested your forehead on hers. "The way I see it, I've said I love you twice and you haven’t even said it o-"
"I love you," Hazel interjected, tugging you into yet another kiss, this one chaste and not able to make it very far due to both of your radiant smiles. "God, I love you so fucking much."
This is the second part to my first fic! Here's the link to that: :)
Summary: Hazel and the reader grow much closer as friends through the club, and after the emotional bonding meeting, they think they might be ready to grow closer in other ways.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: fem reader (she/her pronouns used), swearing, sexual content (no explicit smut), making out, discussions of divorce, mental health, emotional topics, a bit of hurt/comfort, angsty because I got carried away, etc. Hazel is much less of a loser in this one, but she's just as cute. 18+
Your younger popular self never would have imagined that you would be sitting in a circle with a bunch of losers who you punched in the face every day. Yet here you were, surrounded by violent losers, your favorite loser with a goofy smile on her face sitting to your left. Hazel looked over at you, making you remember how much you never would have expected that smile to make you so weak in the knees.
You still got butterflies thinking about the first time Hazel talked to you; a simple two-word compliment after your first spar made your heart flutter with giddy nerves. The interaction spurred you on enough to allow you to feel comfortable giving her friendly smiles. These quick greetings turned to light touches, then to bolder flirtatious statements, and eventually deep conversations that were cut off by school bells. You wondered when you'd finally gather the courage to discuss what you really wanted to tell her: you had been crushing on Hazel since the first day of eleventh grade. If only your classes were longer than 15 minutes.
"So, we know that the club has been a good way for us to feel empowered physically, but we also thought it could be a way for us to feel empowered emotionally," Josie kicked off the meeting on yet another unexpected note. You were grateful for the interruption in your spiraling thoughts.
The trauma-dumping session began, everyone adding their own little secrets and worries. You felt comforted by the supportive listening ears and voices around you. You had grown so close to these girls, so close that you ached hearing the tales of their pain. You felt your heart clench even more when Hazel timidly spoke up about her tense relationship with her mother.
"It's just been really good for me to get to know people who actually want to know me," she finished, eyes locking with yours before quickly fixing on her shoes.
"I just want to go back to Brittany for a second--" PJ began, but you didn't listen. You rested your hand on Hazel's knee, an offering of support, of friendship, or maybe something else. You completely tuned out the rest of the meeting when her own hand rested on yours. Her thumb stroked your wrist. Your whole body went stiff, but your hand felt like rippling water being held in hers.
"I think that's a good place to wrap up," PJ closed out the meeting, thanking everyone for their attendance as the rest of your friends filed out. You and Hazel didn't move, though. Your hand stayed on her knee, her thumb stayed gently gliding against the back of yours. Her sharp inhale was the only thing that got you to look up from the spot where you touched.
"Thank you," was all she said. You didn't have to ask why she was thankful, and she knew she didn't have to tell you. Something unspoken was always settled between your eyes as you stared.
"You're welcome." You removed your hand, not knowing if it had been there for too long or not long enough. "If you... If you ever want to keep talking about your mom or anything else that bothers you, I'm always here to listen." Hazel's gaze softened even more, which you didn't think was possible.
"Do you want to come over and talk more?" She said it so fast that even she seemed surprised by the question. "I mean-- only if you want to. We could watch a movie or I don't know. If it's stupid, I'm--"
"Yes," you assured her. "Let's go."
Her eyes widened like a cartoon character, so you began rising off of the gym floor to urge her on. "Oh-- okay. Great. Let's go."
...
The ride to Hazel's house was realistically no longer than 15 minutes. It felt like hours, though, with you using all of your energy to avoid staring at her ringed hands on the steering wheel. Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of what they would feel like on your bare skin. Your cheeks grew even hotter when you finally realized that Hazel had already parked the car and was watching you ogle her fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked innocently.
"Nothing, sorry." You pushed the door open, waiting for her to lead you into her house.
One step in, you stifled a gasp. Hazel's home was almost as bright and beautiful as she was.
"Do you want to go up to my room? I can grab some snacks," she offered.
"Sure, sure." You followed her like a puppy as she led you through the breathtaking halls of her house. She gathered various food and DVDs before finally plopping down on her bed when you reached her room. You hovered in the doorway for a moment, unsure of where you were allowed to sit.
"Come here, you freak," she joked, patting the sheets next to her. You laughed as you tentatively sat at the edge of her bed. "I've had enough trauma-dumping for the day, so I'm thinking we should watch some Disney for a palette cleanser." You grinned like a little kid at the assortment of movies she had laid out before you. "Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?" you replied.
"Pick one." She looked up at you through her dark lashes. "The princess gets to pick the princess movie."
"Fuck off," you scoffed, shoving her playfully to prevent her from seeing how red your cheeks had gotten at the nickname. She simply raised her eyebrows, still waiting for your choice. "Fine." You pointed at the purple and yellow Tangled DVD case.
"Classic." She hopped off the bed and inserted the disc. When she rejoined you, you could have sworn she sat closer than she had originally. Don't think about it, you told yourself. You were just two friends who shared lingering glances and hand touches watching the most romantic princess movie known to man. That's all it was.
The movie was as wonderful as ever, if not more wonderful what with Hazel's poor renditions of all of the songs to entertain you. For the most part, you were able to sit comfortably beside each other. You were completely content to watch the screen, that is when you were able to ignore that you could feel her looking at you instead of the TV at times. It became impossible to ignore when the credits began rolling and you had no choice but to meet her eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked quietly.
She hesitated. "I didn't expect you to be so..."
"...not bitchy?" you finished her sentence.
She laughed, "Well, not exactly. I guess I just never would have guessed that you were so kind and supportive."
"Yeah, most people don't expect the popular cheerleader to be anything but a ditsy fucktoy for football players, I guess." You had meant it as a joke, but Hazel shot up in defense.
"That's not what I meant." She shook her head. "I think what I'm trying to say is that I never would have guessed that someone as cool and-- and beautiful as you would hang out with any one of us in the club."
"Honestly," you sighed. "I never would have guessed it either." You shared a laugh with Hazel, marveling at how sweet she sounded when she was happy.
"I'm really glad you joined the club," Hazel told you, suddenly seeming more shy. Her soft gaze melted your heart, yet somehow made you feel braver than ever before.
"You're the reason I love the club so much." You almost whispered it, so afraid of the reaction it would elicit. Hazel continued to look at you for so long that you considered changing the subject as a diversion from your confession. You were unable to speak, though, because Hazel quickly pressed her lips to yours.
The speed of the kiss shocked you at first, Hazel moving quickly as if she were afraid that you would run away. Your hands found her hair and she instantly relaxed, your lips melting together.
You didn't know that kissing could feel this good, this easy, this right. Despite never wanting to stop, you tugged on Hazel's hair to look at her gasping face.
"Are you okay?" she asked you, hands framing your face in concern.
"God, yes," you laughed. "I'm so good."
Your giggles were once again cut off by her lips. They chased yours with more urgency, so you slipped your tongue against hers. She moaned softly against your teeth, spurring on your ministrations until she detached herself from your mouth.
You almost protested at the lack of contact until you felt her wet lips trailing down your jaw and neck. You whined as she sucked and softly bit a sweet spot, reveling in the sound of her moaning at your own noises. Her hands snaked around your waist, slowly climbing up toward your breasts.
"Is this okay?" she breathed against your collarbone.
"Fuck, please." She let out a low chuckle at your begging, her laughter soon muffled against your skin as she slipped her head under your oversized shirt. You felt her breath dance across your tits, aching for her already. After one delicate kiss to your left nipple, moans filled your ears. Hazel emerged from beneath your clothes when you both realized that the sounds were coming from neither of you.
"Shit!" Hazel exclaimed. "I hate it when she does this." She collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
"Is... Is that your mom?"
"Yes," Hazel groaned from behind her hands. "She's very vocal."
"God, I'm sorry you have to hear that." The pair of you couldn't help but laugh at the obscene sounds from down the hall, clutching each other's arms in disbelief as they grew louder.
"I'm just sorry that we were interrupted," Hazel whispered against your hand before kissing your palm.
"I am, too," you agreed. "It's getting late, though. I should go." You nearly got teary-eyed when you saw the sadness on Hazel's face.
"Right," she said. "Let me take you home."
You found yourself wishing that you lived farther from Hazel when she pulled into your driveway after just a few minutes. You planted a quick kiss on her forehead before thanking her and walking to your front door.
"Wait!" you heard Hazel call your name through the rolled-down window. You bounced back over to her. "My mom's not going to be home this weekend. So, if you wanted to come over again, we could... you know..."
"...watch The Princess and the Frog next?" you joked.
Her infectious giggle sounded like Heaven. "You got it, princess." With one more soft kiss, she pulled away from your house.
The weekend couldn't come any sooner.
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AHHHHH sorry I got so carried away with this but there will DEFINITELY be a smutty part three for all of you sluts. Let me know if you liked this one!
Summary: We all know and love loser!Hazel, so this is just my take on top of the dozens of other wonderful little headcanons/blurbs about her being nervous around the reader <3 Reader is a cheerleader because I'm a slut for cool girl/weird little freak dynamic.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: fem reader (she/her pronouns used), suggestive themes/thoughts (no smut but mentions of smut), violence, blood, swearing, etc. 18+
Hazel had had a crush on you from afar for years, but she never expected it to be any more than that. You were a beautiful, popular girl who she stole glances at in the hallways. Now, however, you were standing across from her in the gym, cheering on PJ and Josie as they jabbed at each other in the name of feminism.
Hazel winced to herself when PJ had you step into the circle to spar with Sylvie after her own fight. She couldn't bear the thought of your precious face being in any pain. Yet when the whistle was blown, she felt her jaw drop in surprise at your quick, unforgiving punches and skilled dodges. Her stomach did flips when you finally let Sylvie get a hit in and your perfect grin was stained with crimson.
After the fight, you returned to your spot on the outside of the circle, but this time standing next to her.
"Nice job," she said to you, hesitant to look directly at you for fear of staring.
"Thanks, Hazel." You wiped the blood from your lips as you flashed her a friendly smile. Hazel's fears of being distracted were confirmed as she watched your mouth move again. "I think they're talking to you."
She jerked her head to face the others, blush warming her cheeks as she met Isabel in the center of the ring. They circled each other reluctantly, both too sweet to swing the first punch. Hazel began to survey her opponent, thinking about the best move to make, but her eyes were pulled away as she saw you standing on the outer ring. You gave her a quick nod of encouragement and another smile, pulling her focus away enough to allow Isabel ample time to crack Hazel square in the nose.
The fight turned out to be well-matched following Hazel's temporary lapse in focus. The pair returned to their places, smiling at the cheers around them after their polite finishing handshake. Hazel stared at her feet, shy from all the praise until your shoulder bumped hers.
"That was sick," you said. She thanked you, shaking her head modestly which caused her nose to begin bleeding again.
"Shit." She pinched her nostrils and threw her head back to face the ceiling.
"Whoa, whoa, no," you warned her. "You have to tip your head forward to stop the bleeding. Here." You gripped her hair gently and guided her to face downward, letting the excess blood drip onto the gym floor. Hazel wasn't sure if her lightheadedness was caused by the hemorrhaging or the soft circles drawn by your thumb on the back of her head.
"Feel better?" you asked in earnest.
"Yeah," she lied, bravely meeting your eyes as she wiped the last of the dried blood. "Definitely. Thank you."
"Of course," you replied, deciding maybe it was finally time to remove your hand from her hair. Hazel shrank in disappointment at the lack of contact and was relieved to hear that the club was dismissed. She rushed out of the gymnasium toward her car. She had a long night of trying to forget how good your perfume smelled ahead of her.
...
Hazel thought she might have been dreaming when she walked into Mr. G's class and saw your hand waving her over to sit beside you. She looked around, searching for someone wearing a football uniform or a set of high heels who you might have been waving to instead. When you locked eyes with her again, flashing that knee-weakening smile, she finally walked to you.
"Good morning!" you said brightly as she sat.
"Hi," she breathed nervously, almost sounding like she was asking a question. She kept her eyes glued to Mr. G and the magazine he was reading, afraid that if she looked at you she would break whatever spell had caused this moment.
"I like your vest." She almost didn't hear you, assuming you had been talking to someone else.
"Me?" she asked, finally facing you.
You giggled at her uncertainty. "Yes, you." Your thumb plucked the fabric from her shoulder for a moment before you smoothed it back down against the white shirt she wore underneath it. "It looks good on you."
"Oh. Oh, um--" she stuttered, trying to look anywhere but your eyes that stared at her with unfaltering intensity. "Thank you. I like your skirt."
"Thanks! Actually," Hazel felt her breath catch in her throat when you interrupted yourself to raise the skirt's already short hem to your upper thigh. "It's a skort! It has shorts built in!" She found your excitement adorable and couldn't help but laugh along with you until Mr. G spoke up.
Class droned on for a painful ten minutes before the bell rang. You waved goodbye to Hazel as you caught up with Isabel and Brittany, leaving her behind with PJ and Josie.
"What the hell was that?" PJ smacked the back of Hazel's head.
"Ow! What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you two eye-fucking each other for the first five minutes of class."
"What?" Hazel jolted out of her seat. "That didn't happen! She was just talking to me and I--"
"'Oh, that looks so good on you, Hazel! Look at my skort and how it perfectly drapes over my luscious thighs! Don't you just want to stick your hand between--'" PJ was cut off by Josie's frantic protests.
"What PJ means is that you were obviously flirting," she explained. "We just want to know when this all started."
"There isn't a this," Hazel retorted. "She's ridiculously gorgeous and probably getting banged by some jerk on the football team while I spend every waking hour trying not to stare at her like a stalker!"
"It's okay, relax." Josie tried to verbally soothe Hazel's now rapid breathing. "We'll think of something to help you. For now just--"
"Sorry!" Your voice and sudden reappearance made the three girls jump. "I forgot my bag." You scooped it up, waving goodbye to Hazel once more.
"Have-- have fun with your skort!" she shouted after you, thanking every higher power that you had already let the door close behind you and you most likely didn't hear her.
Hazel buried her face in her hands, groaning in defeat. "Oh, dude," Josie said. "You're totally fucked."
...
The fight club had never felt so far away for Hazel, so she let out a deep sigh of relief when she joined her friends in the gym. She mustered the courage to give you a shy wave when you walked in from the opposite entrance. Her face warmed with a smile when you excitedly returned the gesture. God, how could you be so sweet? She pondered this question until PJ called the meeting to order.
"Let's get this shit started, fuckers." The club's leader eyeballed everyone, sizing them up. "You!" she pointed at Hazel, who stiffened, praying that PJ wouldn't do what she thought she was about to do. "And... you!" PJ's finger drew a direct line to your face, which smiled politely as you met your quivering opponent.
"Go easy on me, please?" Hazel attempted a joke. She felt lighter than air when she heard you laugh it.
"Don't worry," you said. "I wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face."
Hazel's jaw dropped to the floor, making it all the more painful when your fist connected with her chin. She stumbled backward, eyes raking over your figure as she pretended to plan her attack. She watched as your foot stepped forward, properly anticipating your second punch. She dodged your hand, using her own to grip your shoulders and send both of you to the ground.
She almost forgot that you were supposed to be fighting when she saw you on the floor. Your waist caged between her legs, you wriggled your arms in a feeble attempt to escape. Your hair was sprawled around your head, an angel halo that framed your red and panting face perfectly. Hazel couldn't help but let her mind wander to how you might look if you were lying beneath her in a different sort of circumstance. Her trance was broken when you spoke up.
"Shit," you breathed. "You're really strong, Hazel." The girl could have sworn she detected a hint of flirtation in your tone. She didn't have time to think about it, though. The compliment had caused her knees to weaken enough that you could slot your own knee between hers, flipping over until you were the one pinning her. Your leg remained between her thighs and Hazel only hoped that you couldn't feel how hot she had grown in that spot.
"Not strong enough, I guess, huh?" she asked you. Your expression was triumphant at the jubilant shouts and claps surrounding you.
"I guess not." The fight was over, but you stayed on top of her. Your hair tickled her face and your mouth was close enough that she could feel your breath. If she inched forward just a bit--
"Hell yeah, bitches!" PJ celebrated the dynamic spar. "That's how it's done! I want to see all of you whores getting that down and dirty from now on." PJ not-so-subtly winked at Hazel.
After she picked herself up, Hazel found herself unable to shake the feeling of your hands on her chest, your hair on her face, your knee between her legs. When you met her eyes from across the circle and shot her a wink, she knew that she would most definitely never, ever be able to shake that feeling.
At least not until it happened again.
...
Leaving Mr. G's class gave Hazel a nice break in the day. She was able to stop at her locker, grab a snack, and head to her science class. Science was the one subject that truly interested Hazel. It was the only one that kept her focus entirely. She was completely enthralled by everything it encompassed, and of course, she could never be distracted by your breathtaking smile or heart-melting giggle. Walking into the classroom, she looked forward to a blissful period where she wasn't plagued by images of you and your body and...
You. You were sitting at the lab table where she usually sat. You straightened your back when she walked in, waving at her enthusiastically.
"Hi!" you greeted her as she took her seat. "I just transferred into this class. The teacher told me you didn't have a lab partner yet, so it worked out perfectly!"
"What a fun coincidence," Hazel muttered nervously, wondering how she was supposed to concentrate on her favorite subject with you leaning over the lab table like that.
"So, our first lab is about heart rate." You detailed the lab to her with so much confidence that it intimidated Hazel. She was enthralled by your knowledge on the cardiac system, so enthralled that she found her eyes drifting toward where your heart rested behind your cleavage. "What we need to do is take each of our heart rates when resting, and tomorrow we'll take them in different states like exercising."
"Sounds good." She pulled her eyes away from your breasts, wanting to punch herself for ogling you. Thankfully, you must not have noticed as you leaned forward even more to grab the heart rate monitors you would be using. Your hair brushed past Hazel's cheek until she was enveloped in the delicious scent of you.
"Whoops, sorry." You tucked away your sweet-smelling hair into a ponytail. "How about we do you first?"
"Do me?" Hazel questioned, having been distracted by how pretty your face looked with your hair pulled back.
"Let's get your heart rate first," you explained, giggling at the blush that sprouted on your lab partner's cheeks.
"Right, right," she scolded herself before pointing out her wrist to the monitor you held. You grabbed her hand to move it closer to the reader, but Hazel held her breath when you didn't let go even after the device started beeping.
"Hmm," you sighed. "Your heart rate is super fast. Maybe this monitor is broken." You hit the device against your leg a couple of times to jolt it back to life. You seemed unsatisfied when it read the same results after a second round against Hazel's wrist. "Maybe we'll get a more accurate read against the pulse on your neck."
Before Hazel could process your next move, you pushed her hair back and stuck the monitor on the most sensitive part of her neck. She inhaled sharply at the sudden contact, eyes burning holes into the table to avoid looking into yours.
"Jesus, Hazel. Your resting heart rate is 120 BPM. Do you feel okay?"
Your concern warmed her heart. "Yeah, I'm totally fine. I feel completely normal." She looked at you, feeling her heart speed up even more as your gorgeous eyes bore into hers.
"What, do I make you nervous or something?" you teased her.
Hazel felt like she was seconds away from passing out. "What? No! I'm not-- why would you-- it's not like I--" her sputtering was cut off by your beautiful laugh again.
"I'm just messing with you, Haze." You grazed her arm, still laughing quietly. "I'm going to head to the bathroom. Try to take some deep breaths so you can calm down before I come back."
Still in disbelief, she watched as you glided out of the classroom. She didn't think she had blinked once since you touched her neck. She pried her gaze away from the door and hid her face in her palms. This was becoming much more than a hallway crush.
"Oh, dude," she said to herself. "I am totally fucked."
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Author's Note: I hope you all liked my first little blurb! I am a horny little freak so I most definitely plan to write more for my girl Hazel, specifically smut because duh. I had so much fun writing this so please send me requests! I would love to hear what you guys want to read more of. Thanks!
she’s obsessed with fidget toys and discovers it when you let her use your fidget cube. she steals it all the time and refuses to just buy one for herself because it’s more of a fun little treat when she sees you
she was a huge cartoon network watcher as a kid. still loves gumball and adventure time because who doesn’t???
favorite subject is science and loves doing fun mini experiments in her free time
tried to cut her own hair once and it looked fucked for weeks
will show up to your house much later than you expect and you’re about to be mad but she comes in with her arms full of chocolate and pastries from a cute store she passed on the way
nsfw!!! under the cut
sees boobs and instantly her brain fogs up
could suck on your tits for hours if you let her. you’d have purple nips for days
basically talks to herself when she fucks you because she’s in disbelief at how perfect you are
could be totally dominant one minute but as soon as you start touching her she melts into a puddle at your feet
i believe in loser!hazel supremacy.
sex is very giggly and fun because you both are so comfortable with each other
loves aftercare but half the time she’s so fucked out that she falls asleep before either of you can get cleaned up
i hope you liked this!! let me know if you did and i’d love to take requests!!
PJ is incredible lesbian representation. we need more horny sleazes. more perv girls. lesbians who do nothing but jack off and talk shit. gets smacked around by women and loves it. setting back feminism fifty years
