the one where you reunite with matt, your sunday school classmate after many years and you notice he still has his purity ring on (10.6K words)
Contains: smut, porn with plot, sacrilege, blasphemy, religious themes/imagery (in a church), religious trauma & guilt, corruption of innocence, dub-con (if you squint), handjob, oral (m receiving), brief f masturbation, fingering, breast/nipple play, unprotected piv, creampie, slight degradation, dirty talk, implied praise kink, virginity loss, sub!virgin inexperienced!matt x soft!dom experienced!fem reader (pls let me know if I left anything out!!)
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based on this request by: @sturnskiss
The second I crossed the county line, I felt it. That old, suffocating sweetness this town wore like cheap perfume. Homemade pies, clean-cut lawns, and front porches that doubled as gossip pulpits. My phone buzzed with a new voicemail from my mother. Number eight. I didn’t need to listen. I already knew what it said.
“Will you be joining us for church on Sunday?”
As if there was ever a real question.
Coming home always felt like squeezing into a dress I outgrew. Everyone expected me to play nice, smile politely, say grace at dinner, and keep my belly button piercing hidden. It was adorable, really, the way they clung to the idea of who I used to be… the sweet little girl who went to Sunday school, memorized Bible verses, and asked too many questions that made the pastor uncomfortable.
College had shaken that out of me fast.
Now I had sharp corners. I drank and got stoned often, faked orgasms when men didn’t listen, and I said things that made small-town boys flinch. But family was family, and I did miss them, in a weirdly warm, tolerable kind of way. So here I was. Back for the summer, playing pretend for a few weeks and letting my mom think she still had some kind of pull over me.
So when she asked if I’d come to church this weekend, I said yes. Smiled, even.
Let them have their illusion. One more hymn wouldn’t kill me.
Sunday came like clockwork. I threw on a black sundress that showed just enough cleavage to make the deacons sweat. If I had to go, I’d at least go looking hot enough to stir some guilt. Let someone pray about that.
The church looked the same as it always had. Same chipped paint on the sign and same gravel lot that scraped under my shoes. Inside, the air was thick with floral perfume and aftershave. My mom beamed as we entered, waving to half the town like she was running for office. I gave a few tight smiles and kept my eyes on the stained glass, letting the colours blur into something softer.
We slid into a pew, front row-adjacent. I crossed my legs and glanced around, recognizing faces I hadn’t seen in years. Some older, some with babies, and some exactly the same. I leaned back against the wood, fingers tapping against my thigh, bored.
The choir finished their last chorus and the pastor stepped up, all puffed chest and pasted-on smile. His voice rang out loud and smooth, “When we stray from the Word, we open the door for corruption. For temptation. For the devil to whisper into our hearts.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“We must remain pure. In body and in thought. For even thinking sinfully is a gateway to eternal separation.”
Okay.
I blinked slowly, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. I glanced down the pew at my mom, who was nodding along, gripping onto every word of his. The man next to me whispered amen. A teenager in the row behind me scribbled notes like it was gospel truth.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering if anyone else noticed how half the congregation clearly was thinking sinfully. Especially the deacon, who hadn’t stopped sneaking glances at the choir girl’s legs since she walked up to the podium.
I shifted in my seat and let my gaze wander, anything to keep from scoffing out loud.
The sermon had taken a nosedive into predictable territory, the usual warnings about temptation, the flesh being weak, and modern culture being a cesspool of sin. I was mid eyeroll, when I caught a glimpse of someone in the first row, across the aisle.
At first, I just registered the back of his head. Brown hair, cropped short but soft looking. Then his profile, the curve of his cheekbone, and the slope of his nose. And something about it tugged at me.
I leaned forward slightly, pretending to fix my sandal just to get a better look.
He turned, just a little, but enough. And then it hit me.
No fucking way.
Matt Sturniolo, from Sunday school. From crafts and cookies and that one time he let me copy the memory verse when I forgot mine and panicked. I hadn't seen him since we were maybe thirteen. Back then, he was quiet and lanky, and had braces so big he could barely close his mouth.
Now he looked like a grown man, and looked hot.
He was sitting up straight, posture perfect, with his hands folded neatly in his lap. His button-down was light blue and crisp. His face was clean-shaven, still sweet, almost boyish, but his jawline was sharp enough to make me want to bite my lip.
He even had earrings now. Small silver hoops, one in each ear. The kind that screamed quiet rebellion, like maybe he wasn’t completely untouched by the world after all.
He smiled faintly as the pastor spoke, nodding along, soaking in every word like he actually believed it.
I sat there, stunned. There was no way that little church boy grew up into that.
My focus was locked onto him, and I didn’t care if it was obvious. Everything else, the sermon, the choir, and the thick scent of incense, had all now dulled into background noise.
After the service, the congregation spilled out onto the front lawn, all chatter and sunshine. I stepped outside behind my mom, sunglasses slipping on like armor, and scanned the crowd to find Matt again.
And when I did, he was standing off to the side, talking to some older woman I vaguely recognized as someone’s grandmother. His hands were clasped in front of him, shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying not to take up space. He nodded politely at whatever she said, but I saw the way his foot tapped softly against the grass, like he was ready for an exit.
Perfect.
I veered towards him like it was accidental. The woman gave me a nod as she wandered off, and just like that, Matt and I were face to face.
He blinked. Once. And then twice.
“Matt Sturniolo…” I said, a slow grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Now that’s a blast from the past.”
His eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again like he’d forgotten how to speak. “I—yeah. Wow. Hi.”
God, he was so cute and awkward. And standing way too straight like he didn’t know where to put his hands.
“You probably don’t remember me.” I continued, even though I knew he did. “Sunday school. I sat two chairs behind you.”
He let out a soft, sheepish laugh. “No, I remember. You, uh… asked a lot of questions. The teachers never quite knew what to do with you.”
“They still don’t.” I smirked, tilting my head. “But you’ve grown up.”
My comment visibly flustered him. He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze dipping for a second before snapping back to mine. “Thanks. You, uh. You too. I mean… not that you weren’t before. But now—”
“You can stop before you bury yourself any deeper.” I teased.
He went quiet, lips pressed into a tight line. His hands fidgeted, tugging at the edge of his sleeves, and I could see the effort it took for him to maintain eye contact.
I took a step closer. “You always this nervous, or is it just me?”
His throat bobbed. “Just… surprised, I guess.”
“Mm. Bet you didn’t expect to see me here.”
“Not really.” He smiled, small and genuine. “You’re… kind of hard to forget.”
There was something in the way he said it. Soft and honest. A little breathless.
I didn’t even have to flirt. All I had to do was be.
“So,” I said, arms crossing lightly as I looked him over again, slower this time, just to watch his posture stiffen. “What’ve you been up to? You stuck around, huh?”
He nodded, hands still fiddling with the sleeve. “Yeah, I stayed. I help out with the youth group sometimes. Volunteer a lot. Got a job at the community center downtown. It’s… nice.”
“Nice.” I repeated, letting the word sit between us. “That sounds very… pure of you.”
He chuckled, but it came out quiet. “I guess so.”
I tilted my head, watching him with a growing sense of curiosity. “Still got that purity ring too, I see.”
His fingers instinctively curled over it.
“Y–Yeah.” he said, eyes lowering. “Still… you know. Waiting… for the one.”
God, his voice. That awkward honesty. The way his ears were already turning pink.
“Good for you.” I grinned, not even trying to hide my amusement. “Commitment like that is rare these days.”
He shrugged, like he didn’t know what to say. “What about you?” he asked, finally daring to meet my eyes. “You still… involved with the church?”
I smiled, slow and sly. “Not exactly.”
That made him pause. “Oh?”
“I left all that behind when I moved away.” I said, glancing out towards the street like the memory didn’t matter. “Stopped going. Stopped pretending.”
His brow furrowed, just barely. “But you’re here.”
“Mmhm.” I nodded. “Family roped me in. One morning service. Figured I could survive it.”
I turned back to him, letting the moment stretch, and letting the quiet hang heavy between us. “You look like you still take it seriously, though.”
“I try.” he said softly.
I stepped in, just a little closer. Close enough to see the faintest freckle on his nose. Close enough that I knew he could smell my perfume.
“You always were the good one.” I said, tone teasing but laced with something thicker. “Helping with crafts, memorizing verses, and raising your hand like it meant something.”
He flushed again, this time deeper.
And I smiled like I knew exactly what I was doing. Because I did.
I let my gaze drift across his face, slower this time. From his blue eyes to the faint line of his throat, following the flutter of his pulse. The way his chest moved when he breathed in, shallow and uncertain. My eyes looked down to his hands, they were big, veined, and fidgeting. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning. He swallowed thickly.
“You, uh… look really different now.” he said after a second, voice quiet and almost rushed.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean… in a good way. Just… grown up. A lot.”
I tilted my head, my tongue gliding over my front teeth. “So have you, Matt.”
He went still.
I smiled, slow and easy, like I wasn’t watching him unravel from the inside out. “You filled out nicely.” I added, my voice light but cutting, just enough heat tucked beneath the surface. “Didn’t expect that.”
His mouth parted. A single breath caught on his tongue, like he wanted to say something but didn’t have the nerve.
“You always get this quiet when girls talk to you?”
His eyes met mine, wide and glassy. “N–No. Not really.”
“You’re so cute.”
I watched his lips part again, but nothing came out.
Instead, I smiled wide and easy. “Well,” I said, tilting my head slightly. “We should properly catch up sometime.”
His eyes lit up, hopeful in that painfully naïve kind of way. “Yeah? That’d be… nice.”
I took a step back, but kept my gaze locked on his. “You seem like someone who prefers quiet places. Somewhere familiar.”
He nodded a little too quickly.
“We could meet here again.”
“Here?”
“Why not?” I shrugged. “You already spend your time volunteering and worshipping. Might as well have one more wholesome night on the church grounds.”
His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn’t know what to do with that sentence, but he liked the sound of it anyway.
“No one’s around at night.” I added, voice feather-light. “It’d be just us. I figured that’s more your scene.”
He stared at me for a second too long. Then nodded again, slowly. “Okay. Yeah. That sounds… good.”
I smiled sweetly, already knowing he had no idea what he had just agreed to.
“Great.” I said, backing away. “I’ll see you soon then.” I turned on my heel before I could smirk but God, I wanted to so badly.
The church looked different at night. Empty parking lot and no choir echoes. Just the creak of the old sign in the breeze and the hum of cicadas somewhere in the dark. The stained glass didn’t glow without the sun, and the building looked almost dull without its congregation.
I sat on the front steps, a cigarette burning slowly between my fingers. I exhaled, watching the smoke curl upwards, and then heard gravel crunching under hesitant footsteps.
And there he was. Matt. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, hands shoved into his pockets, and head bowed like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve came tonight. His hair was a little messier than before. Softer and less polished. But that truly caught my attention was his arm. His tattooed arm. A full sleeve. Black and gray ink with delicate shading. Most probably from his shoulder down to his wrist.
My brows lifted before I could help it. “Well, well. Would you look at that.”
He blinked, then followed my gaze down to his arm. “Oh,” he said quickly, like he’d forgotten it was even visible. “Yeah. I—um. I usually wear long sleeves to service.”
I took a drag from my cigarette, with my eyes still on him. “Clearly.”
“They’re, uh… all personal. Like, meaningful.” His voice was soft. Like he thought I might judge him for it.
I flicked ash onto the concrete and gave him a long, appreciative once-over. “I like it.” I said honestly. “Didn’t expect it. But I like it.”
His shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Thanks.”
I smiled, crooked and teasing. “Guess you’re not entirely innocent.”
He ducked his head, the tips of his ears turning pink again, but he smiled too.
Fuck, he was too adorable.
“Alright, let’s go inside.” I said, standing up before extinguishing my cigarette under my shoe.
The heavy door creaked open, and the warm air inside wrapped around us quick. The church smelled the same as always, like wood polish, candle wax, and something faintly floral. I let the door fall shut behind us and walked a few paces down the aisle, my shoes soft against the worn carpet. Matt followed quietly, a few steps behind.
At night the church felt and looked something else entirely. No chatter or echo of footsteps from people filing in late. Just silence, soft shadows, and the occasional groan of the old building settling. It wasn’t eerie. Not really.
The long aisle stretched ahead like a path, and the walls… they looked taller somehow. More looming. The way cathedral ceilings always do when you’re alone beneath them, like they’re watching.
Only a few dull lamps glowed from the sidewalls, casting flickers across the old stone, and at the far end, the altar bathed in a warm pool of candlelight. Rows of votives shimmered gently against polished wood and gold accents, making the stained-glass panels above look like faded murals. Without sunlight pouring through them, the saints and angels bled into the dark, their colors muted, and their eyes unreadable.
“Creepy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
He shook his head. “Peaceful.” Of course he’d say that.
I slowed until we were walking side by side between the pews, our hands brushing once by accident. He shoved his in his pockets again, ever the good Christian boy.
“Can’t believe you’ve got a whole sleeve under your Sunday shirts.” I said, glancing at his arm again. “What else are you hiding, Matt?”
He chuckled, nervous. “That’s kind of it, honestly.”
“No dark secrets? No late night rebellion? You didn’t go wild in college?”
He looked down at the floor, shaking his head. “Didn’t really party much. I went to a Christian university. Lived at home most of the time.”
I raised a brow. “And the virgin thing? Still actually true?”
He cleared his throat, his voice suddenly scratchy. “Yeah.”
The way he said it, so quietly, like he was confessing something that made him feel less than, pulled at something unexpected in me. But I didn’t let it soften me too much.
“Wow.” I said, stepping ahead of him just enough that he had to follow my lead. “So you’ve really never…”
“No.” he answered before I even finished the question. No hesitation. No shame, either. Just honesty. Like everything he gave me was clean and untouched.
I smiled to myself, walking slower now as we neared the front of the alter. I paused at the first pew and turned to face him fully.
“Well,” I said softly, tilting my head. “Now I’m curious what it’ll take to make you blush.”
And just like that, he did. Colour bloomed up his neck like wildfire. And I swore I saw his fingers twitch like he didn’t know whether to fold his hands or grab onto something to steady himself.
From the altar, the candlelight flickered, catching the shine in Matt’s eyes as he looked around. He stood with his hands in his pockets again, like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. His posture was straight and polite, like the space demanded it of him.
“I like how different it feels.” I said softly, gazing up at the arches that curved above us. “Less pressure to pretend.”
Matt glanced over, surprised at my words. “You feel like you have to pretend?”
“Mm. Don’t we all?” I smiled without warmth. “This place loves the idea of me. Not the real me.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. I could tell by the way his mouth parted and shut again. So I stepped a little closer, tilting my head like I was genuinely curious.
“So,” I started, voice lighter now, teasing. “Besides hiding all that sick ink, what else does our favourite church boy keep under wraps?”
He smiled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I mean… I’m not hiding anything.”
“You sure? Nothing you sneak off to do at night that might get you in trouble?”
He blinked. “Like… coming home too late from the movies?”
I laughed. It slipped out louder than I meant, echoing slightly. “You’re too cute, Matt.”
He flushed hard, pink blooming from his cheeks down to his collarbone.
“I mean, I listen to music that can have explicit lyrics at times, I guess. And I swear sometimes. In my head.”
“Ohh, dangerous.” I whispered dramatically, stepping even closer now. “Any wild confessions about kissing girls?”
He swallowed hard. “No, um… not really.”
I tilted my head. “Not really?”
“I mean, I haven’t… I’ve never…”
He couldn’t finish it. The poor boy looked like the sentence alone might catch fire if he said it out loud.
So I did it for him. Carefully. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”
His eyes met mine, soft and honest. “No.”
And there it was. that sweet and unguarded truth again, laid bare like it was the most normal thing in the world. Without any shame.
I didn’t say anything right away. Just let the moment sit there between us for a beat.
“You ever think about it?” I asked finally.
His jaw clenched. “Sometimes.” he said.
And I saw it, the flicker behind his eyes, the tiny shift in his breath. He definitely thought about it more than sometimes. He just didn’t have the words for the things he wanted.
I tilted my head, still watching him. His eyes had softened, lips parted like he wasn’t sure whether to speak or keep breathing. I could see the pulse jumping in his throat again.
“Would you like to try?” I asked casually, like I hadn’t just dropped a grenade between us.
His brow furrowed, confused. “Try what?”
I smirked. “Kissing.”
He went still. Like his brain had short-circuited and needed a minute to reboot.
I took a step closer. “You said you’ve never kissed anyone.”
“I—yeah. I haven’t.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
My hand grazed the side of his arm as I moved in front of him. “Relax. You’ll still technically be a virgin when it’s over.” My tone was teasing, but gentle. “Unless kisses count as unholy now.”
He let out a breathy laugh, one that sounded more like a nervous huh. I saw the panic flicker in his eyes but under it, curiosity burned brighter.
I didn’t wait for a yes.
I just stepped in, closing the distance, and leaned up until my lips softly brushed his, just enough pressure to feel the shape of his mouth. He didn’t move at first, frozen like he might break something. But he didn’t pull back either.
And when I kissed him again, a little firmer, I felt it… the moment he gave in. The tension uncoiling in his shoulders, the soft breath that escaped through his nose, and the tilt of his head, unsure but trying, so clearly trying.
I pulled back the tiniest bit, just to look at him. “Put your hands on my waist.”
He obeyed. Hesitant, warm palms settling on my sides, unsure if he was allowed to hold on or if this was some dream he might wake up from.
I slid one hand behind his neck, fingers weaving into the back of his hair, and the other found his jaw. He twitched slightly beneath my touch but didn’t stop me. My thumb swept across his cheekbone, and I felt him sigh.
Then I kissed him again, slower and deeper, coaxing him open as my tongue licked across his lower lip.
He gasped, and I took the opportunity to slide into his mouth, tasting him.
And Matt… sweet Matt… he followed beautifully.
A little clumsy and a little stiff around the edges. But eager. And when he finally tilted his head the right way, our lips melted into each other so easily. I moaned into it, just to feel him shudder.
It was funny, really. Usually, where we were standing, newly married couples kissed. After reading vows and verses about loyalty, love, and purity.
I kissed him once more before I drew back, just enough where I could still feel his breath against my lips.
His eyes blinked open, dazed and glassy.
“You okay?” I murmured, brushing my thumb over his flushed cheek.
He nodded, his lips still slightly parted, pink and kiss-bitten.
I leaned in once more and pressed a final kiss to the corner of his mouth, letting it linger, just a second too long to be chaste. He shivered. When I pulled away, I smiled. “You did so well, Matt.”
His breath hitched like that praise alone short-circuited his nervous system.
I watched him try to speak, but the words didn’t quite come. His hands were still on my waist, but looser now, like he didn’t remember putting them there. I watched him try to catch his breath, his lashes fluttering like his thoughts were too loud to focus. Poor thing looked like he’d just been kissed by sin herself. Which, to be fair, wasn’t far off.
I let the silence stretch just a little longer. Then I tilted my head towards the dark wooden booth behind us, the confessional tucked just off to the side of the altar. “You wanna confess and repent for that kiss?” I asked lightly, tone teasing, but my eyes didn’t waver.
His gaze followed mine. His expression tightened, a flicker of shame, or maybe confusion, or maybe both. He bit down gently on his lower lip, gaze shifting between me and the booth.
“I don’t know.” he said finally, voice soft. “Should I?”
The way he asked, like he genuinely wasn’t sure whether to cry or fall to his knees, it made something in me twist.
I chuckled quietly. “You look like you’re about to either bolt or beg for forgiveness.”
He didn’t answer. Just looked away, ashamed.
I softened, just enough to ground him. “I don’t want you freaking out later.” I said. “Or regretting something because it sat too heavy on your conscience.”
Matt looked back at me slowly, eyes wide and searching. God, he was trying so hard to be good.
So I gently reached for his hand, and slid my fingers between his. “Come on.” I murmured. “Let’s get you to the confessional. Might help.”
He let me lead him, steps small and unsure as we approached the booth.
The confessional loomed tall and dark, carved from thick wood, and the curtain drawn open just enough to reveal the narrow bench inside. The air around it felt colder somehow, like the space still carried the weight of everyone who’d ever whispered secrets into its walls.
I pulled the curtain aside and gestured towards the bench. “After you.”
Matt hesitated, but then stepped inside and sat down.
I followed, pulling the curtain mostly shut behind us. The wooden panel groaned softly as I settled in beside him.
It was cramped and shadowed. Quiet in a different way than the rest of the church… almost heavier.
He sat with his hands in his lap, still not looking at me. But I could feel it. The tension and the heat from his skin. The way he hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss.
Neither did I.
He opened his mouth like he was about to speak, maybe even start with a confession or to just breathe, but he didn’t get the chance.
Because I saw it. The strain in his jeans. The obvious, awkward tent pressing up at the fabric between his thighs.
I let a small smile tug at the corner of my mouth. “Well, before you get into all that repenting… looks like something else might be weighing on you.”
His brows furrowed, confused for a beat. Until he followed my gaze. And saw exactly what I meant.
His whole face flushed, red creeping all the way down his neck. “I—no—I didn’t mean—” He started fumbling, words tripping over each other as he tried to reposition his legs, trying to hide the obvious. “Sorry, I don’t… it just happened—”
“It’s okay.” I said simply, cutting through the panic in his voice. “Really.”
He blinked at me, flustered beyond belief.
“Do you want help with that?”
Matt froze. “W–What?”
I nodded towards the problem in his lap, speaking casually, like it was the most natural offer in the world. “You’re clearly… tense. I could help. If you want.”
His hands fidgeted, gripping the hem of his shirt like it might save him. “No, I—thank you, but—”
And that’s when I “accidentally” brushed my hand across his thigh. Just a light touch. Barely grazing the outline of him through his jeans.
But Matt jolted like he’d been hit by lightning. His body stiffened and his breath caught. His hands froze mid-motion like he wasn’t sure if he should pull away or lean in.
I smiled, slow and wicked. “You sure?” I murmured, fingers still resting close. “Because your mouth says no, but the rest of you…” I shifted slightly, leaning in so my thigh pressed against his. The confessional suddenly felt even smaller.
I could practically see the war going on behind his eyes. Guilt versus curiosity. Fear versus want. His body had already picked a side.
“Hey,” I said gently, softening just enough to ground him. “You don’t have to be scared. I promise you’ll feel better.” He swallowed hard. “And if it helps, you can repent for this later too.” I added with a quiet laugh
That earned a shaky breath from him. Not quite a laugh, or a protest either. He didn’t move away, or pull my hand back when I reached for the button of his jeans. He just sat there, frozen and flushed, eyes flicking to mine like he was checking for permission that he’d already given without realizing it.
“Is this okay?” I asked calmly.
He hesitated for half a second. Then nodded. Barely, but enough.
That was all I needed. “Good.”
My fingers worked the button free, unhurried, then slid the zipper down that felt far too loud in the quiet booth. Matt sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the edge of the bench like he needed something solid to hold onto.
“Lift up a little for me.” I said casually, like I wasn’t dismantling his entire belief system one inch at a time.
He did it immediately. Obedient without even thinking about it.
I tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, the fabric catching briefly before giving way. He let out the smallest sound, half gasp and half whine, and then went very, very still.
His cock sprang free, flushed, thick and aching against the cooler air. The head was a pretty shade of pink, already glistening, pulsing ever so slightly as though it had been waiting, no, begging, for this.
I glanced up at him, eyes warm and amused. “Such a good boy.”
And the way his shoulders sagged at that, with relief, want, and surrender all tangled together, told me he was already too far gone to turn back now.
I exhaled a slow, appreciative breath. “Well, you’re just… pretty all over, aren’t you?”
Matt let out a choked sound, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, and pressed his head back against the wood behind him like he was trying to disappear into it.
His entire body was strung tight, his fists clenched on the bench, his thighs tense, and his chest rising like he hadn’t remembered how to breathe since I touched him.
I grazed the backs of my knuckles up the length of him, featherlight. Just enough to make him flinch. “Have you ever touched yourself?” I asked, my voice soft and curious.
His breath stuttered. He didn’t answer right away. But then, “Once.”
I raised a brow. “Just once?”
He nodded, eyes shut tight.
“And?”
His voice cracked. “I repented. It felt… wrong.”
I let out a sympathetic laugh, stroking his thigh slowly with one hand while the other hovered just above his lap. “Poor thing.” Matt’s jaw flexed. “That must’ve been one hell of a confession.
He nodded again, eyes still closed like if he didn’t look at me, it would feel less real.
I dipped my head closer, lips near his ear. “Want me to show you how right it can feel instead?”
His whole body shivered. But still, he didn’t say no.
I let my fingers finally wrap around him slowly, watching the way his cock twitched helplessly in my grip. He was so warm and so hard. The skin was velvety and taut, veins standing out against the flush that ran all the way from base to tip. I stroked once, slow and gentle, just to feel the weight of him.
Matt let out a soft gasp, high and shaky, and his hips jerked like the pleasure was too sharp, too much, and too fast.
“Breathe, baby.” I whispered, smiling.
He tried. He really did. His chest rose in tight, uneven bursts, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his mouth parted in a constant stream of soft pants.
I kept stroking him, lazy and light. Long, teasing pulls from base to tip. Just enough pressure to make him whine. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke and watched his thighs twitch. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, voice caught somewhere between a moan and a prayer.
“Yeah.” I cooed, licking my lips. “You’re doing so good.”
His head tipped back, mouth falling open, and lashes fluttering as if the weight of sensation alone was dragging him under. He looked wrecked already, flushed pink from cheek to neck, like his body wasn’t used to being touched this way, and like he didn’t know what to do with pleasure that didn’t come tangled in shame.
I leaned in a little closer, brushing my lips against his jaw while my hand kept moving. “You’re allowed to feel good, Matt. You’re allowed to want this.”
His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust, chasing the rhythm of my strokes, and he whimpered again.
I gripped him just a little firmer now, smoothing my thumb over the slick head, gathering the precum that leaked from him freely. He was throbbing, pulsing hot in my hand, and I could tell already he wasn’t going to last long. But that was okay.
I let my grip tighten just a little as I started to move faster, the sound of my hand sliding over him obscene in the quiet booth. His breathing turned uneven almost immediately, short little pants spilling from his parted lips as his hips twitched in place.
“Just like that.” I husked, eyes locked on his face. “You’re doing so good for me.”
His cheeks burned red, his lashes fluttering like the praise alone was enough to undo him. He let out a soft, broken noise, somewhere between a whine and a plea, and I smiled.
“Breathe.” I reminded him gently, pumping him with steady, practiced strokes. “Slow it down. In through your nose. That’s it.”
I slid my thumb over the head again, smearing the bead that had formed there, watching his whole body jolt.
“Oh—” His voice cracked, hips rocking forward instinctively.
“Easy.” I said, firm but kind. I leaned closer, my voice dropping, filthy now. “Look at you. All flushed and hard, shaking just from my hand. You feel how good that is?”
He nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Mmph! Y–Yeah.” he stuttered.
“Tell me how it feels.” I coaxed, pumping him a little faster now, wrist rolling just enough to make his breath hitch.
His fingers dug into the edge of the bench. “It feels… really good.”
I hummed approvingly. “That’s my good boy.”
The words hit him harder than my hand ever could. His hips jerked again, thighs tensing, and a needy sound tearing from his throat as he thrusted into my grip.
“Mm, look at you.” I praised softly. “You’re doing so well. Letting me take care of you.”
He whimpered, helpless and aching.
I stroked him faster now, relentless but controlled, watching his chest heave, his mouth fall open, and his entire focus narrowing down to the way my hand moved on him.
“I’m gonna make it feel so much better.” I said, dipping my head lower near his thigh, my voice utterly sultry.
He barely had time to process what I said. His lips parted, brows scrunching like he was about to ask what I meant… but then I took him in my mouth.
His entire body jerked like I had shocked him. He let out a strangled, broken moan, head knocking back against the confessional wall with a soft thud. My lips sealed around the thick head of his cock, and I moaned loudly, just from his taste alone.
The vibration sent him reeling. “Oh my—oh my God.” he gasped, voice high and breathless.
I bobbed slowly, deliberately, letting my tongue slide along the underside of him, savoring the way he twitched helplessly. He was thick and heavy on my tongue, flushed dark pink and leaking sweetly. I licked up the spill without hesitation, then sucked him back in deeper, humming as I went.
He whimpered loudly. The kind of sound that could’ve echoed in that tight little booth if I hadn’t swallowed it with another wet suck. “S–Shit.”
My mouth worked him with purpose, tongue teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the tip while I stroked the rest of him with my hand. The sloppy, wet sounds between us were so filthy, and so wrong in a space like this, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
I pulled back with a pop just to breathe, lips glistening and chin slick, before dragging my tongue all the way up his shaft with a moan that made his knees shake.
“You’re so sensitive.” I said, my voice ragged. “So fucking responsive.”
Matt could barely speak. His eyes were glassy, his mouth open, and his fingers curled against the wooden seat like he didn’t trust himself to touch me back.
So I took him in again, deeper this time, and hollowed my cheeks.
He cried out, hips jerking before he froze again, as if moving even slightly might shatter whatever restraint he had left.
I didn’t stop. Didn’t give him a chance to breathe. Just sucked, licked, and moaned for him, like I was starved and he was all I’d ever wanted. And from the wrecked sounds spilling from his throat, he was already unraveling.
“Grab my hair.” I instructed, my voice thick with heat, and my mouth already wet from everything he’d spilled so far.
Matt blinked down at me, dazed, still trying to hold himself back. Sweet thing, was always trying to be good, but I didn’t give him time to hesitate. I sucked him back in, deep, moaning around his cock.
His hand found my head fast, trembling fingers threading through my hair with such hesitant care it nearly made me laugh.
“You’re not gonna hurt me.” I mumbled against his skin, lips dragging along the flushed underside of his cock. “Hold it tight.”
And he obeyed.
My mouth worked him fast, hot, wet, and relentless, with my tongue swirling and my cheeks hallowing. The slick lewd sounds echoed off the confessional walls. Matt was gasping, falling apart above me, hips barely twitching like he still couldn’t bring himself to thrust.
And then I felt it. The way he stiffened, the way his hand flexed in my hair, and the stuttering of his breath.
“I—” he choked out. “I’m gonna—” I didn’t stop. He groaned, ragged and wrecked, trying so hard to hold back. “Wait—I shouldn’t—I can’t—”
I pulled off just enough to speak, licking the tip with a filthy swipe. “I want to know how you taste, Matt.” Then I took him again, letting him hit the back of my throat, and letting the weight of him sit heavy on my tongue. I bobbed harder now, faster, my hand stroking the base in rhythm as my mouth sucked, worked, and ruined.
He came undone. With a sound I’d never forget, part sob and part desperate cry, Matt came in my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair and his thighs shook like his entire body had given out. I swallowed him eagerly, letting him feel every second of it. His hips jolted a few times, and then he slumped back, breath ragged and chest heaving.
I licked him clean and then looked up and whispered, “Tastes even sweeter than I thought.”
Matt’s mouth parted in disbelief, completely and beautifully shattered.
I let him catch his breath, pulling back slowly and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand like I hadn’t just swallowed every drop of his first orgasm. He slumped against the wall, legs spread open, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. Poor baby looked completely undone.
But he was still so hard.
“Look at you.” I whispered, dragging my nails lightly down his inner thigh just to feel him twitch again. “Came so hard for me… but you’re still not satisfied, are you?”
Matt let out the softest whimper, eyes fluttering shut like he couldn’t handle seeing the look on my face. He covered it with his hand, embarrassed, but I wasn’t letting him hide.
I leaned up and gently pulled his hand away, my fingers laced with his, holding it between us.
“Shy now?” I asked, voice teasing. “After the way you moaned in my mouth like you were made to be fucked?”
He groaned, dropping his head back with another wrecked little noise leaving him when I palmed his thigh again. “Please, stop.”
“You were so good for me, Matt.” I purred. “So obedient. So eager. You let me take care of you… and you looked so fucking pretty while I did.”
His head turned, breath catching. “R–Really?”
“I’ve never heard anyone make sounds like that.” I nodded, licking my lips. “You whined. You sobbed. You begged without even realizing it.”
He whimpered again, completely wrecked.
I smirked. “You don’t even know what I could do to you next.”
His body shivered like he wanted to know. Like he’d follow me straight to hell in that moment if I crooked my finger just right.
I didn’t say another word as I stood in front of him, catching his dazed eyes as I pulled my shirt off over my head, and then shoved my pants down in one smooth movement, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties . His gaze dropped like a stone, mouth parting as he took in my bare skin, the way my breasts rose with each breath and the way he looked at me.
His eyes didn’t even try to be polite. They dropped instantly, dragging over every inch of exposed skin like he’d never seen a woman before. Which, to be fair, he kind of hadn’t. “You’re so… pretty.”
I brought my hands up and cupped my tits, squeezing softly. “You like them?” I asked, tilting my head as I threw him a sultry smile.
Matt swallowed hard. His mouth opened, then shut, then opened again. He looked absolutely stunned, with his pupils blown wide, but finally, finally, he nodded.
“Good. You can touch them.” I said with a grin. Then stepped between his legs and straddled his lap, my thighs bracketing his. His hands hovered, unsure of where to go, like he didn’t know what was allowed. Sweet thing. But when I reached for his wrists and guided them forward, pressing his palms to my chest, he melted.
His fingers curled automatically, gently cupping. I watched him the whole time, his mouth parted in awe, his breath shallow, and his eyes locked on my breasts like they were sacred.
I rolled my hips slowly against his, just enough to remind him I was practically naked and sitting right over where he was still hard. That earned me another shaky breath, his hands tightening just a little.
“You can squeeze them.” I whispered, leaning in just a little. “For now, they’re yours to play with.”
That was all it took. His hands came up slowly, fingers brushing along the curve of my sides before sliding up to cradle me. He was careful, almost too careful, and his thumbs ghosted over the material of my bra like he thought he might get in trouble for it. Yet, I still felt him throb beneath me
I arched slightly into his hands, my body pressing closer, and that pulled a quiet, needy breath out of him.
He stared, utterly transfixed, like my body was the most beautiful, forbidden thing he’d ever laid eyes on. I could feel how hard he was beneath me, and could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to balance his guilt and desire.
“Good boy.” I praised him, letting my fingers rake back through his hair. “Mmm… just like that.”
Matt let out a shaky exhale, his hands trembling slightly as they stayed pressed to the swell of my chest, and his gaze never once lifted from where he was touching me.
And I hadn’t even unclipped my bra yet.
“Take it off.” I husked, nodding towards the back of my bra.
Matt blinked like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right, but I only shifted forward a little, giving him better access. His hands fumbled for the clasp, fingers trembling as he tried to undo it. I felt the hook slip once, then again, before it finally came undone with a soft snap. The straps slid down my arms, and I let the bra fall to the floor.
His breath caught hard. His eyes dropped to my now bare chest, wide and stunned like he’d just walked in on a religious revelation. I didn’t speak. I just let him take a good look.
Then I reached down, brushing his cheek with my thumb. “You can kiss them.” I told him, my voice low and breathy. “Use your mouth.”
I gently guided him forward until his lips brushed against my breast, and that first, hesitant press of his mouth made my spine arch. He kissed again, then hesitantly ran his tongue over my nipple, warm and slow.
“Yeah.” I sighed, threading my fingers into his hair. “Just like that. God, that feels good…”
He grew bolder with every sound I made, lips opening, tongue flicking and swirling around the peak before his mouth closed over it with a soft, eager suck. My head dropped back on a low moan as I rocked in his lap, hips moving in slow, shallow grinds against his thick length.
Matt groaned into my skin, hands flying to my hips like he suddenly couldn’t bear to let me go. His fingers gripped tight, digging into the curve of my waist as he held me there, dragging me down against him harder as he sucked deeper.
“Ohh, baby.” I gasped, my thighs clenching around him. “You feel so good.”
I shifted just slightly, letting his cock rub perfectly between my folds through my panties, pressure mounting in waves as he moved between one breast and the other, licking and mouthing both like he needed to.
He looked up at me once, lips moist and eyes dark, and that single glance had my whole body tensing, breath catching as pleasure curled low and hot in my belly.
Matt might not have done this before, but he was a fast learner. And I was more than happy to be his first lesson.
My hand slid up to cradle the back of his head, holding him where I needed him as he suckled eagerly at my left breast, tongue flicking and mouth warm. The pull of it made my hips jerk forward, grinding down against him as I softly panted above him. But I wanted more.
“Matt, baby…” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair. “Use your hand. Play with the other one.”
He froze for a split second, like he needed to reboot, then nodded against my skin. One hand slid up, shaky but determined, and found the untouched nipple. His thumb brushed it carefully, then circled, then finally pinched just the way I wanted.
“Oh—yeah, fuck, just like that.” I gasped, hips grinding harder as his mouth kept working, tongue stroking and lips sucking while his hand kneaded the other breast. The mix of wet heat and pressure was overwhelming in the best way.
I couldn’t help the way I rocked against him, the friction making me go insane, and my panties were soaked through now. His hands were trembling, his lips still locked on my breast like he didn’t dare to stop, and I could feel how tight he held my waist, like he needed me just as bad as I needed to fall apart.
I dragged his mouth a little tighter to me, moaning when he let out a low, helpless groan against my skin. “You’re doing so good for me, Matt.” I panted. “So fucking good.”
Every suck of his mouth made my body jerk. The wet heat of his tongue, and the clumsy confidence in his hands as he played with my breasts just like I told him. I could barely think with how tight the pressure was coiling in my belly, how empty I felt despite the way I rocked in his lap.
His cock, thick and flushed, was pressed right against my soaked center. Just the thin barrier of my panties, stretched damp over the aching mess between my legs. Grinding wasn’t enough. I needed so much more. So I gave it to myself.
I slid one hand down between us, curling under the band of my panties, fingers slipping through the wetness gathered at my entrance. My middle finger found my clit instantly and I gasped, hips jolting against him as I started to rub slow, tight circles.
Matt froze for half a second when he realized what I was doing. Then he pulled back, lips slick from my nipple, eyes wide and locked on the movement of my hand. His mouth parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
I moaned again, louder this time, head falling back slightly. “M–Matt…” I hiccupped, still rubbing slow but firm, my hips shifting just enough to feel his warmth against me.
Matt let out a ragged breath, completely still now, like he was trying not to combust.
“You’re making me so fucking wet.” I moaned, my eyes catching his. “Look at me. I’m getting myself off just from you.”
His gaze dropped between us, watching the way my hand moved inside my panties, and the subtle drag of my hips against the length of his cock as I worked myself closer and closer.
“You wanna feel how wet I am?” I asked, biting my lip as a soft giggle slipped out.
Matt looked like he might die right there in the confessional.
I reached down, still burning, and caught his wrist. Matt blinked up at me, confused for a second, up until I dragged his hand down and slid it underneath.
His fingers stilled the moment they reached my folds, and he felt it, the warm and sticky heat, the way I was drenched for him, dripping from how good he made me feel.
He inhaled sharply, his lips falling slack. His entire body went rigid beneath me. “Jesus…” he whispered, barely audible.
I moaned just from the feel of his fingertips trembling against my sensitive skin. “See?” I breathed, pressing his palm closer. “You feel what you do to me?”
He swallowed hard, nodding slowly, his eyes flicking down like he still couldn’t believe it. “Y–Yes. Holy shit, you’re so wet.” he said, voice rough, almost scared.
I smirked, rolling my hips slightly against his hand. “Good. Now rub me.”
He hesitated. So I took control, guiding his fingers exactly where I needed them, pressing down on my clit as I moved his hand in steady circles. The contact made me gasp, my head tilting back and my mouth dropping open.
Matt was panting underneath me, stunned. Still watching.
“That’s it.” I moaned, still using his hand, speeding it up just a little. “Fuck, rub me just like that.” His eyes never left mine. “I want you to feel how tight I’m getting… how close I am…” I pressed his hand harder against me, fucking myself on his fingers without shame. “Do you feel that, Matt? That’s all your fault.”
He groaned like he didn’t know what to do with himself, his free hand gripping my hip, knuckles white, and his cock twitching against me with every desperate sound I let out.
“Fuck, you make me feel so good.” I whimpered. “I’m gonna cum all over your hand, sweet boy. Just keep touching me like that.”
And he did, trembling, flushed, and silent, watching me fall apart with nothing but his fingers.
“Do you…” I breathed, still guiding his fingers over my clit. “…want to feel me cum, Matt?”
His entire body tensed beneath me. I watched the way his brows twitched, the way his lips parted like he wasn’t sure he heard me right. His hand stilled, but I didn’t let go. I kept his fingers pressed right where I needed them.
My hips rolled again. “I mean really feel it. From the inside.”
His breath hitched and he blinked fast, trying to process my words without his brain short-circuiting. And then, like he couldn’t stop himself, he nodded. Quite eagerly. It almost made me laugh.
“Yeah,” I smirked, drawing back just enough to reach for the waistband of my panties. “Of course you do.” I slid them down slowly, teasing myself as much as him, letting the fabric peel away from my wet cunt until it dropped to the floor.
Matt’s eyes snapped down instantly and they stayed there. Locked between my thighs, mouth parted, and chest rising in uneven jerks as his cock twitched violently beneath me. I watched it jump, flushed and painfully hard, just inches from where it needed to be.
“Oh, baby.” I whined, palming his chest as I rolled my hips once, letting my fleshy folds slide along the length of him. “You’re so close…”
His hands grabbed my waist like he needed something to anchor him. His pupils were gone.
“You wanna feel me cum?” I asked again, this time quieter, filthier, as I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I ran it through my folds once, slowly, torturing the both of us.
Matt groaned out loud, it was guttural and it sounded so helpless.
I lined him up with one hand, holding his strained cock steady, the tip slick and twitching as it kissed my entrance.
“Relax.” I said, teasing myself with just the head. “Let me really take care of you now.”
Matt whimpered, actually whimpered, as I slowly started to sink down. The stretch burned just right. My thighs trembled from how tight he filled me, thick and so deep already, and I wasn’t even halfway.
“F–Fuck.” he choked out, his breath punching out of him. “You’re… oh my God.”
I couldn’t help the moan that spilled from me, head tilting back as my walls clenched around him, fluttering from how good the pressure was. My nails dug into his shoulders for balance as I dropped lower, inch by inch.
“You’re so big.” I panted, looking down at where we were joined. “Jesus, Matt. You’re filling me so fucking good.”
His hands clutched my waist like he didn’t know what to do with them. “I—” he started, his voice shaking. “You feel… you feel unreal. I can’t—I don’t…” He trailed off into a strangled groan as I finally took him to the hilt.
We both just sat there for a moment. Catching our breaths and shaking.
Wrapped around him, I could feel every twitch of his cock, and every tremble of his thighs under mine. He was looking up at me like I’d just rewritten the laws of the universe.
“You’re inside me, Matt.” I smiled, rocking just slightly, letting him feel how snug and tight I was. “You feel that?”
Matt nodded, a moan breaking in his throat.
“Say it.” I ordered gently, grabbing his jaw. “Tell me what you feel. How it feels.”
“I—” he gulped. “You’re so… warm. And tight. I—I don’t wanna move. It feels good.”
I smirked. “Oh, you’re gonna move. But right now? Just feel me. Let me fuck you nice and slow.” He let out a desperate noise as I started to roll my hips. “You’re doing so good for me.” I moaned, grinding deeper. “Letting me take your first time. Letting me ruin you.”
Matt whimpered again, eyes rolling slightly as his fingers clenched at my hips. “Please… don’t stop.”
“Of course not, baby.”
I couldn’t help myself, as I let the rhythm build faster. Once the stretch faded into full, blinding pleasure, I couldn’t hold back. I lifted myself just enough to feel the thick drag of his cock pulling against my walls, then dropped back down with a slap that made Matt gasp. Again and again.
The skin-on-skin contact was filthy. Wet and loud sounds echoed throughout the confessional with every bounce of my hips, and every slam of my ass against his thighs.
And Matt? He was falling apart. His hands were glued to my hips, digging in so tight he’d for sure leave marks. His jaw had dropped open, his eyes were glazed and blinking slowly like he couldn’t keep up with the overload.
“Shit—shit!” he choked, watching where our bodies met. “You feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound pathetic, needy, and hot as hell.
I grinned, hips snapping down even harder. “You like this?” I jeered. “Getting fucked in a fucking church like a dirty little sinner?”
Matt groaned, tossing his head back against the booth.
“You like having your first time like this? Not with some soft vanilla shit, but with me using you like a toy, soaking your cock, and moaning loud enough for even God to hear.”
He let out a strangled sound and bucked up helplessly, hips stuttering beneath me.
“You’re leaking inside me, Matt.” I purred, grinding a bit more slowly just to tease. “You gonna fill me up again with your cock?”
Matt looked completely feral now. Hair messy, mouth slack, and hands gripping so tight my skin burned.
“I want to.” he heaved, nodding his head aggressively. “Please, let me—please—”
I cut him off by slamming down hard again. The sound of my wet hole sucking him in was filthy.
“Then do it.” I growled. “Use me.”
I leaned forward, dragging my tongue up the column of his throat. Matt gasped, the sound catching somewhere between shock and need, his hips twitching beneath me. I kissed along his skin, slow and possessive, right beneath his ear, then over his jaw, letting my breath dance across his flushed cheek. He was panting now, sounding absolutely wrecked.
Then I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled. A choked moan escaped him as his head tipped back, neck bared, right where I wanted it.
I grinned wickedly. “You’ve never looked better.” And then I devoured him.
The kiss was messy. All spit, tongue, and teeth, my mouth crashing into his like I couldn’t get enough. I kissed him hard, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking before pushing my tongue past his lips again. Matt groaned so loud I felt it vibrate in my cunt.
He tried to kiss me back. bless him, fumbling and desperate. His lips chased mine, tongue clumsy and eager as he moaned into my mouth. I swallowed every sound. Drenched his jaw from our wet, sloppy kiss. I let him writhe under me like he didn’t know where his body ended and mine began.
And my hips never stopped. I was still riding him, hard and relentless, wet slaps echoing with every thrust down his cock, and every grind of his tip against my fluttering walls.
I pulled back just enough to pant against his lips. “Pretty boy, do you wanna cum?”
He nodded frantically, eyes blown wide, mouth still open and slick from the kiss. “Please.” he gasped. “I wanna cum—I wanna feel you too—I can’t hold it—please—”
I slammed down hard, grinding my hips in frantic circles, chasing that high like my life depended on it.
Matt was moaning beneath me, fingers bruising into my hips, and his cock twitching so violently I knew he was barely holding on. He was babbling something between “please” and “so close” but I couldn’t hear it. I could barely see. Everything inside me coiled tight, the pressure becoming unbearable. My thighs shook, my pussy clenched, and then I exploded.
A cry tore from my throat as my body locked up, heat flooding through me like a damn firestorm. My walls spasmed around him, cum gushing so hard I felt it spill, dripping down his cock in wet, slippery streams that soaked his lap and made the entire confessional smell like sin.
Matt’s breath hitched. “Oh my—fuck—” His whole body jerked, and then he came undone too.
I felt it. The twitch and the pulse. The sudden warmth spreading deep inside me as his cock throbbed and spilled everything he had in hot, thick spurts that made me moan all over again.
“Holy shit.” I gasped, still grinding gently, milking every last drop from him.
Matt could barely speak. His head lolled back, his chest heaving, and his pupils completely blown out, with his mouth hanging open.
I leaned forward, brushing away damp curls from his forehead as his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath me. He looked completely fucked out, dazed, and was glowing in the soft light of the booth, cheeks still flushed and lips kiss-bruised.
He looked so sweet, I had to kiss him. But this time, much slower. I softly pressed my lips to his. The kind of kiss that said I saw him. That I wasn’t just here to use him, but take care of him too.
His hands moved up my sides, hesitant at first, then bolder, holding me with a new kind of admiration. When I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, he was already smiling. Shy, giddy, and looked so damn proud of himself.
“You did so good for me.” I smiled, stroking his cheek with the backs of my fingers. “So, so good, Matt.”
His smile widened, eyes lighting up with something soft, and perhaps even pride. His hands squeezed my waist and he let out the tiniest laugh, breathless and boyish, but so full of joy. “Yeah?” he asked, still catching his breath.
“Yeah.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. “You were perfect.”
And I watched him absolutely glow.
Eventually, I shifted, slipping off his lap with a soft sigh. Matt let out the faintest whine at the loss of contact, eyes fluttering open like he was waking from a dream. His hands, which had been resting lazily on my thighs, slid off as I stood in front of him, utterly unbothered by the chaos we’d just caused.
He sat up slowly, bracing his arms on the bench, and that’s when he looked down. His eyes widened, “...Oh.”
The mess between his legs was foul. His softening cock lay glistening, streaked with white and flushed an angry pink. My slick was smeared across his skin and thighs. And between the fading ache of my orgasm and the heavy drip of his cum leaking down the inside of my leg, it was very clear just how thoroughly we’d defiled the sacred little space.
I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, still staring. I smirked, asking, “Regretting it?”
His head snapped up, eyes wide. “No—God, no.”
I laughed softly and reached for my shirt, beginning to dress myself again. Matt still sat there, ruined and bare, with his pants tangled around his ankles and the blush on his cheeks somehow deeper now than it was when I was on top of him, while the reality of what we’d done crept back into his consciousness. He watched me like he couldn’t believe I was real.
“Careful.” I said as I bent to grab my panties, flashing him a peek of everything he’d just had. “You keep looking at me like that and you’re gonna get hard again.”
“...Sorry.” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute.” I then nudged him to make a move to begin dressing himself too.
I waited until he zipped his jeans close, to drop the bomb on him I was waiting to detonate. “So,” I said, tilting my head. “You still planning on making that confession?”
His eyes flicked up to mine, wide as saucers. “I—”
“Because,” I smirked, “I was thinking you might wanna add premeditated lust, prolonged moaning, public indecency, and letting a heathen ride your lap in a church to the list.”
Matt’s face went red.
I winked. “Just trying to save you some Hail Marys, babe.”
And with that, I pulled open the curtain and stepped out, leaving poor sweet Matthew to pick up the pieces of whatever was left of his soul.
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A/n: Back on my bullshit 🫶 In all honesty though, I'm trying SO HARD to get back into writing, I really want to write more and post for you guys, but I just can't think of words I have loads of started drafts that I'm excited about but I can't seem to get the ideas out of my head and into text, so I wrote this short little smut just to try and get me back into it, and for anyone who's requested, they are coming, I promise!! Just blame my new job for taking up most of my time. Anyway, enjoy!!
Content warning: short smut with no plot, doggy style 😎, PiV, ‼️balls mentioned‼️, no use of (name), no use of readers pronouns, reader has female anatomy, Hyun-Ju calls reader 'baby' once, this isn't that good but it's something, pls give me motivation to write more
Word count: 763 words
You hummed as you leaned your chest fully against the bed, stretching your arms out in front of you, burying your face in the bed sheets to suppress your moans. It was abnormally warm in the house, especially for the time of year. There was a mini heatwave passing through, the air-con broke earlier that Sunday and nobody could come out to fix it until the next day and the fans weren't doing anything but pushing hot air around. You both had nothing else to do, Hyun-Ju had finished the last of the work she had brought home and neither of you could sleep, it was just to hot and humid, even with no clothes on.
"fuck" you heard from behind you. It was rare to hear her swear but when she did, it drove you crazy. You felt her slightly calloused hands grip your hips tight as she pulled you towards her. A sloppy clapping sound emanated through the room as your ass collided with her pelvis.
You felt the need to grip onto the bedsheets in response to her speeding up her thrusts. All Hyun-Ju could hear was your muffled moans, knowing you were trying to be as quiet as you could, but you didn't need to be quiet.
She leaned over, heat radiating off of her stomach onto your back, causing you both to get even more sweaty than you already were. Her hand made its way up your side, causing you to slightly shiver, it made its way under your chin, pulling your head backwards, making your back arch even more than it already was. She used her hand to move your head to the side to look at her. Your eyes were halfway closed from the pleasure of it all, but you saw her. You saw her bangs sticking to her forehead, and strands of her hair sticking to her neck and even on her cheeks, much like you imagined your stray hairs were sticking to you. You saw how red her face has gotten from the heat. You saw how much she was enjoying it. She saw your fucked out face. She saw you mouth ajar as involuntary groans escaped from your throat. The grip she had on your face got involuntarily tighter and she felt her cock twitch inside of you.
"you can be loud, baby, it's okay, nobody else can hear you but me, I just wanna hear you" she panted into your ear before leaving a kiss on your sweaty cheek. You closed your eyes, along with your mouth as you hummed a moan once more.
"be loud for me" she panted, letting go of your face and going back to her former position of kneeling behind of you. You could feel it coming, and she knew you could. You hung your head low but didn't bury it into the sheets this time, instead your mouth fell open as your soft pants started to escape. She didn't speed up or slow down her thrusts, as much as she wanted to, she knows that if she did, the change of pace would throw you off, and you would no longer be as close as you were.
"oh my god-," you whispered, feeling yourself start to clench around her
"oh my god, Hyun-Ju please don't stop" you said louder, in rhythm with her thrusts. You felt her balls slap against your clit every time she moved forward and that just made it so much more euphoric for you. At that point, you couldn't hold in the moans and pants anymore, so you just let them spill out. When she heard you, she almost lost it and came on the spot, but she held it together because she wanted to make sure you came first.
"there you go, does that feel good?" She asked not really expecting an answer, she was more than content with the sounds you were already making.
"fuck, Hyun-Ju, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm-" you once again buried your face into the bed sheets as you clenched around her cock again, but this time, not releasing.
"fuck!" You screamed hoarsely, and although it was muffled and barely audible, it sent her over the edge, knowing that she was able to make you feel like that was all that mattered to her. She bit her lip as she harshly thrust into you one more time and just kept her hips pressed against you, waiting for your highs to end.
I read Make Up Sex, and it's was amazing thank you so much, you're really talented and the way you captured exactly what was described was really cool, like I said before, I like your mind. I have another suggestion for you but idk if this maybe controversial, if it is just ignore it I'll still be submitting others suggestions and supporting you ♥︎.
Reader is home alone today, Sevika had to go on a mission with Vi. Reader walks out to the living room she sees the TV on but with a paused videos showing on the screen. You also see a note next to the remote saying "______"
When reader presses play, it's a video of Sevika playing and with her body while she's sleeping in the middle of the night and Sev eventually masturbates and squirts with readers underwear in her mouth. Tit massage, Nipple play, light kisses, light pussy spanking, sniffing underwear, slow fingering. In the video you can hear Sevika whispering praises and degrading stuff to her, And maybe Sev could walk in on reader masturbating in the living room.
Thank you Pretty Girl ♥︎
P.s if you are mad at me... please don't break up with me.
Wc: 1.6k
Warnings: Somnophilia, CNC, dub-con, slight prior consent (discussions had occured), pussy spanking, degradation and praise, home made porn.
Find part two here!!
The one thing you despised about Sevika's job were her long hours. You never knew what time she'd leave in the morning, or what time she would return home. But it became easier over the year you lived together.
This morning when you rolled over, you were met with the cold sheets and absence of Sevika's body. You weren't mad, albeit a little disappointed, but never mad. So, you decided to get up, fix yourself some breakfast and start the dreaded cleaning. The apartment wasn't too bad but you'd definitely put it off a few more days than you normally did. As your cleaning the living room you see a scrap of paper next to the TV remote. At first you think nothing of it, but just as your about to throw it, curiosity gets the better of you and you open the folded paper.
In Sevika's cursive, distinct handwriting, 'A little present for you, I hope your not too mad. Ps. If you are mad... pls don't break up with me I love you babygirl.'
OK, now you were concerned. But also intrigued, your heart rate sped up as you glanced at the remote. You'd look after you finished cleaning.
Continuing the clean you don't find anymore cryptic notes, however you had worked up a sweat over the hours of extensive cleaning. With the note momentarily forgotten, you take a shower, a long, warm shower. By the time you had gotten out the shower and into comfy pj's, which was a thong and one of Sevika's extra large t-shirts, you make your way to the couch which had been mocking you all day. Yes. You would've rather lounged all day.
Sitting down, your hand hovers over the remote as you remember the note. 'I hope your not too mad'. What the hell did that even mean? After a deep breath -or ten- you eventually press the power button, and for a few seconds it's just a black screen. What the fuck? But then your snores, the ones you hate so much yet Sevika swears are adorable, sound through the TV. "She... I swear if this is her trying to prove I snore-" you cut off your thinking out loud when Sevika's voice sounds through the TV as the picture becomes clearer.
Whatever she used to capture the video, was set up on the bedside table, a perfect angle to capture her above your sleeping body. "If your watching this baby, I gotta tell you... you look so beautiful, even when your asleep." Her hands roam over your body, already naked. It was clear you'd already had sex that night, you never slept completely bare otherwise. You watch her lips trail down your neck, almost feather light, like she was afraid you'd wake up. "Smell so fucking good baby..." her voice comes through the TV quiet as she whispered. Causing you to turn the volume up higher than it should be.
"How did I not notice?.." her hands start to lightly cup your tits, tweaking and playing with your hardened peaks as you lay there completely unaware. The woman was worshipping you in your sleep and you had no idea. How many times had she done this before? Her hands finally move away from your tits, and the look on her face almost pulled a giggle from you. Like she didn't know where she wanted to touch more, your tits or your pussy. "Indecisive as always.."
Somewhere in the past five minutes, your hand had slipped into your panties, slowly toying with your clit, sliding down to dip the tips of your fingers into your hole before drawing it back up and over the sensitive bud. "Fuck..."
On the screen, Sevika had somehow acquired your panties off the floor, which were now right agaisnt her nose. "Always get so fuckin' wet... no wonder I'm addicted to the smell... you little slut... but it's okay because your my little slut..." her words were degrading, but sweet at the same time. You were hers. One of her hands held your panties to her nose, as the other slid just one finger into your cunt, and your own hand followed her movements on the screen. It was slow, almost too slow, your fingers in your pussy were twitching to move faster, but they didn't. "Jesus christ what am I doing?.." you moan softly, watching Sevika finger your sleeping cunt.
"Such a good girl... taking my fingers even when your asleep." You watch yourself stir on camera as she pushes a second finger into your pussy, despite you sleeping through it, even with the camera on the bedside table you could hear the squelch of your cunt each time she slowly thrust her fingers into you. "So compliant... such a pretty little whore..." her praises continued to sound through the TV, so harsh yet so fucking hot. Subconsciously you slip another finger into your cunt, what would people think if they knew you were getting off on watching your girlfriend fuck you while you were asleep? Playing with your sleeping, unconscious body like a toy?
Now you and her have had conversations about this. About her touching you whilst you slept. Everytime you said it was hot, and clearly you thought so as you were about to cum on your own fingers watching it. But you'd also been scared, maybe you wouldn't like it, but that wasn't the case. It was like Sevika knew you better than you knew yourself.
Too lost in your own thoughts, too lost in pleasure, you don't hear the door open and close, or Sevika sneak up behind you. "You found my gift I see."
"Fuck!- vika what the hell y-you can't sneak up on people like that!" You remove your hands from your panties quickly and pause the video. Sevika sits down on the couch, sideways so her back was against the armrest. "Come here, let's watch it together." She opens her arms, making room for you between her legs.
You move to sit between them, your back against her chest. As you lean back and settle, Sevika's arms wrap around your waist. You press play on the video, where she had moved on from playing with you, to playing with herself. "Watch baby... watch me mark what's mine..." her voice was a low, aroused whisper in your ear, which sent jolts of arousal straight to your core. As you watch Sevika fuck herself silly over your sleeping body, her hands run along your waist, under your t-shirt and into your panties. "So wet already... knew you were a little slut who'd get off on being used like a fucktoy..." you whimper as two of her long fingers slide into your weeping cunt. Too easily.
Sevika's fingers match her pace on the video, fast but not too fast. Hard but not hard enough to hurt. "V-vika... please- ow!" Your eyes snap open as her hand comes down hard on your cunt. "Eyes open. I made this video for you baby... I spent so much time on it, don't be a disrespectful little whore. Watch."
Over the next few minutes, you watch as Sevika gasps and moans on the TV as she gets closer to the edge. And her fingers fucking your little hole faster and faster, only stopping to spank your pussy each time your eyes fall shut with pleasure. All of a sudden, on screen Sevika squirts, all over your pussy... "f-fuck vika that's so... s-so fucking hot... oh my god-"
Your inner walls tightened around her fingers as the video ends with Sevika licking your pussy clean, of your own arousal and her own. "Yeah it is baby... your so beautiful when you let me use you like that..." her lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking a dark, deep bruise into the sensitive skin at the same time her thumb brushes over your clit. And you lost it, "oh vika I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You scream as your orgasm ripples though your body in waves. You were sure you'd never orgasmed like that in your life, hard, messy. Your slump back against Sevika as you come down, her hands which were now rubbing soothing circles on your bare tummy grounding you. "Good girl... cumming so beautifully for me... my perfect girl..." she kisses your head and holds you close.
After a few minutes of cuddling, which honestly felt like hours you found your voice again. "Why... did you make the video? I mean... you could've done all of that and I'd of been none the wiser..."
"Well, one I wanted to have evidence. I knew this could backfire and I wanted you to be able to see exactly what I had done if you didn't approve or were worried." Her voice was low, but full of truth. It was sweet she thought about it like that. If you had worried about it, you could see and have evidence of exactly what she had done to you to calm your nerves. "But... I was also 90% convinced you would find it hot. Though I didn't expect to walk in on your touching that prettly little pussy. That was a bonus." You giggle and turn on your side to rest your head on her chest. Her hand instantly runs through your hair, grounding and loving.
"Thank you... and for the record..." you yawn, tired from not only cleaning all day, but that orgasm had taken the rest of your remaining energy. "You can touch me anytime... I'm yours... always..." Sevika's arms tighten around you, and you hear the tail end of her mumble, something along the lines of 'damn right your mine'. Once you'd fallen asleep, Sevika lifted you up into her arms and carried you to the bedroom. She would let you rest tonight but from this day forward? You weren't safe from her touch anymore, even in your sleep.
warnings: smut ofc!, non con, toxic!rafe, and abuse.
Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.
Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
A/N: I completely forgot I had wrote this, I literally just finished it today😭. Also, first fic of the year! + pls lmk if you wanna be moots or wanna be on all of my tagslists! 😆
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Written: January 1st, 2025- January 26th, 2025
Published: January 26th, 2025
Summary: Rafe crashes out at a party.
wc: 1,771
“RAFE STOP!” I shouted. JJ’s head was swinging back and forth as Rafe kept punching him. I think JJ was unconscious at this point. “GET OFF OF HIM!” Kie shouted to Rafe. JJ had blood leaking out of his nose and onto his clothes.
“JOHN B DO SOMETHING!” I cried. Sarah was in shock at the act playing out in front of her, she was just as terrified as I was. John B and Pope finally jumped in and tried to stop the fight but they couldn’t, not until Topper and Kelce joined in and help.
People were standing around and recording, others laughing, and some in shock. I don’t know why they were laughing, my friend is literally getting beat to a pulp of his life.
Me and Kie both hugged each other as John B and Pope were trying to pick JJ up. “Bro, you took it too far!” Topper shouted to Rafe. “I don’t care! Next time he needs to learn to mind his fucking business!” Rafe shouted.
I couldn’t help but to feel like it was my fault for all this happening. Me and Rafe were arguing and JJ was just trying to defend me. This was all my fault. JJ was trying to be a good friend and defend me and almost died because of it.
“The fuck are y’all looking at?!” Rafe yelled to everyone who was recording. “We gotta go to the hospital.” Sarah said as she came running over to Kie and I. We were now walking back with Sarah to the Twinkie as Rafe came up behind us. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He coldly asked. “Stay the fuck away from me!” I shouted as I kept walking with the girls. Rafe then grabbed my arm as I immediately tried to snatch it back. “Don’t touch her!” Kie defended as Sarah now turned around to see all the commotion.
“She’s my girlfriend, I can touch her however the fuck I want.” He said back as his frame now towered over me. His sweater was covered in JJ’s blood along with his rings. “Rafe, you already caused enough drama, please leave.” Sarah softly said. He simply ignored her and placed his glare back at me. “We’re leaving. Now.” He sternly said.
I could tell he was dead serious, he was giving me that cold glare. If looks could kill I’d be dead.
“You don’t have to go with him!” Kie said as I shook my head. I sighed before responding to her. “It’s fine..go ahead. Text me when he wakes up.” I said as I hugged the girls. “You can always stay at The Château with us.” Sarah reminded as I nodded my head. “Call us if you need anything.” Kid said as she held my hands. “Okay.” I sniffled.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Rafe mumbled as he yanked be my arm and dragged me back to his truck. The walk back to his truck was cold and quiet. We were now sitting in the truck as he sat there for a moment.
“This is all your fault…you know that?” He quietly said. I didn’t answer, I just sat there and looked at him as he raised his head from the steering wheel. “Fucking answer me!”
I flinched at the raise of his voice. He does it very often but it scared me everytime. “I know and I’m sorry!” I apologized as tears were now running down my cheeks. He then raised his hand and slapped me across my face. The slap was so hard, I felt the sting on my cheek as I started full on balling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I cried as the salty tears were falling into my mouth. “Stop your fucking crying!” He demanded. I tried my best but he was scaring me and I couldn’t help the tears rolling down my face. “Why do you do this to me? Huh?” He started off. “I give you everything you want in life and you still wanna be with those fucking pouges! You really wanna end up like Sarah?” He asked in disblief.
I knew I should’ve just stayed home tonight. Rafe has been following me almost everywhere these past few weeks and its starting to get really annoying.
“Rafe I was just saying hi to JJ and you practically beat the life outa him.” I cautiously said. “He’s not your fucking friend Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you shit like this?” He stressed. “He’s been my friend since 1st grade, Rafe..” I winced.
“The only reason he’s still friends with you is so he can fuck you!” He yelled as he hit the steering wheel. How could Rafe even think that? I’ve never had anything romantic with JJ, he’s literally Kie’s boyfriend for fucks sake. “Its not like that.” I said as he rolled his eyes.
“Every dude on this fucking island wants to fuck you. Are you that oblivious?” He scoffed. I sat there for a moment looking down at my phone. I then unlocked and went to my messages and pressed on Kie’s name. Rafe saw this and quickly snatched my phone from me.
“What the hell?!” I yelled. “I’ll be dammed if you think you’re about to text that bitch about our relationship.” He said. “Thats my cousin! Don’t call her a bitch, you dick!”
“You know what? I’ve had enough of this. Get in the back seat.” He firmly said as I shook my head no. He grabbed my throat tightly as he shook my neck. “Get in the fucking back seat. I’m not gonna tell you again.” He lowly said. I gasped when his hand left my throat, the air finally coming all back in.
Anytime we get into argument its like he always wants to have sex and its exhausting. But I did as told and climbed into the back seat. Rafe was obviously too tall to climb back there so he got out the car and then got into the back seat. “Lay on your back.” He stated as I sighed.
Rafe then got on top of me and started kissing down my neck. I just looked up at the ceiling of the car as he kept doing what he was doing. “You looked so good tonight.” He started off. “Don’t.” I said as I tried to push him off but he gripped my waist. “The way your ass looked in these jeans tonight- had me hard everyertime I looked at you, baby.”
It’s like he’s bipolar or something. One minute he’s slapping and choking me and now he’s talking all soft. “Rafe..I don’t wanna do whatever you’re about to do.” I mumbled. He rolled his eyes before responding to me.
“I don’t give a shit what you want. After the night I had, I need some fucking pussy and you’re gonna give it to me.” He demanded. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, there was nothing I could do to stop Rafe. He always wins, always gets whatever he wants.
He pulled my jeans fully off of me so I was left in my panties and shirt. He’s seen me naked before but for some reason I felt so exposed and embarrassed like this in front of him.
He then put my legs up, holding them above my head and he kissed my clit through my panties. My body jolted at his touch, he saw that and smirked. “You like that?” He teasingly asked. “Rafe, please..” I whined. “What do you want? You want me to fuck you?”
“No! Get away!” I shouted. His grip on my thighs tightened and practically ripped my panties off and shoved his two fingers in me with no preparation. “Shit!” I said to myself. I can’t even lie..it felt good, especially with his rings on. I started getting wet as his fingers were now sliding in and out of me with ease and make squelching sounds.
“Look at this pretty pussy, she’s so wet for me.” Rafe chuckled. I squeezed my eyes shut, I couldn’t let him get the satisfaction of me enjoying this. This is so wrong but it feels so good. “Stopp, pleasee!” I cried. “Why are you denying yourself pleasure? Just enjoy it.” He said as his fingers slid out of me.
Rafe then turned me on my stomach roughly and slapped my ass. “Ounch!” I winced. “Arch your back a little bit more f’me.” He asked. I didn’t budge, I don’t even wanna be hear. “You do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.” He said sternly. I then felt his hand push my back into an arch, my boobs were practically being pushed into the seats.
I heard shuffling behind me which made me turn my head around, he was pulling down his shorts along with his boxers. I forgot how huge he is. I hurried and turned back around once he raised his head up.
I took a deep breath as I felt him stick his tip inside me. “Shit! It’s so tight everytime.” He groaned while throwing his head back. I bit my lip to silence my moans. It was like a huge stretch was opening my vagina. He pulled back out and started a slow but steady pace inside me.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you all night, the way those jeans hugged your curves, your boobs spilling out of that small top, fuck!” He said as he grabbed my waist and started fucking into me faster.
“I wanna go home..” I whispered over the sounds of slapping skin. “You can go home after I cum, I-fuck! I just needa cum one time.” He moaned out. I lost my breath for a second when he gave me such a powerful thrust. “Ouuuu” I moaned. I couldn’t hold them in anymore, his dick was just so thick, and long, and curved-I needa stop thinking about him like this.
I felt his thrusts get sloppy, which usually means he’s close. He pulled himself out of me and turned me back on my back and came all over my stomach. I threw my head back and watched all of his cum shoot onto my stomach.
He leaned down and placed a kiss to my lips. “See? All that fighting and for what?” He chuckled. “Clean yourself up, you’re staying at my place for the rest of the week.” He stated before pulling his shorts up and heading back into the driver seat.
I’m most definitely sneaking out of the house when he’s sleep tonight.
Summary: Y/N often avoids family holidays due to her strained relationship with her family, who favors her brother. When Spencer Reid invites her to spend Christmas in New York with him and his mother, she discovers a new sense of warmth and belonging, making it the best holiday she’s ever had.
Requested fic!! 🥳: I was wondering if I could ask for a Spence and Y/N in which Christmas is approaching and Y/N usually spends it alone because she has a complicated relationship with her family that always favors her brother.
Maybe he has plans to go spend it with his mom and because they are in early times in their relationship he didn’t think to invite her, but once he finds out she’s alone, he takes her to meet his mom and they all have a really good time!
I was thinking something angsty, fluffy, and maybe smutty in the end? I don’t know, you’re the mastermind behind these beautiful creations, so whatever makes you feel inspired haha
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Very brief mention of alcohol. Strained relationship with family (repetitive I know). Oral (m!receiving), unprotected PinV sex (birth control is discussed beforehand but said conversation isn't actually in it), creampie (I wince every single time I type that). Fluffy holiday smut!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader
A/N: Reupload because I'm a bingus head and accidentally deleted when editing FORGIVE ME PLS!! I loved writing this request!! Huge thank you to @dalamjisung for the request. I hope you like it :') The song mentioned in the fic is December by Ariana Grande btw, but it's only mentioned because reader listens to it, it isn't mandatory for the fic. I have a few more requests lined up after this one, so as for right now my requests are closed until all of them get posted. As always, please tell me what you think! :) If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all!!! :) <3
Y/N sighed as she stared down at the text from her mom, re-reading it a few times before tossing her phone to the end of her bed with a frustrated groan.
Mom: Hey sweetie! Are you planning to come home for Christmas this weekend? If not, I completely understand. Honestly, I’m just happy your brother will at least be here. I think he’s bringing his new girlfriend, too, so that’s exciting! He’s always so good about making time for family. But again, no pressure if you’re too busy. I know you have a lot going on!
Her excuses were starting to wear thin, seeing as she had played the flu card for last year’s Christmas party and faked a work emergency to skip Thanksgiving. But the thought of attending her family’s Christmas only to spend the night listening to her brother's achievements, followed by the inevitable barrage of condescending questions about her life, was unbearable. Call her a Grinch or a Scrooge, but the holidays had become her least favorite time of year for this very reason.
Unfortunately, it didn’t even matter if it was a holiday or not. It never changed. Her family had always favored her brother, even when they were kids. She had a never-ending list of chores and rules, while he breezed through life with no curfew and no accountability. Any mistake he made seemed to fall on her, and heaven forbid she stayed out five minutes later than she was supposed to with her friends.
Despite their constant claims that there were 'no favorites,' it was painfully obvious who the real favorite was.
Y/N lay staring at the ceiling, weighing the pros and cons of skipping Christmas this year. On one hand, it would be nice to see her grandmother—the one person who had actually kept her promise of no favorites. But she could always visit her grandmother separately and avoid the hassle of sneaking away just to have a real conversation. On the other hand, her family was already used to being disappointed in her. What was one more excuse? She could always make it up next year.
After what felt like an agonizing eternity of indecision (though it was really only five minutes), she finally decided to skip Christmas again this year and stay home. Her family mostly gave money as gifts now that they were all adults, so she wouldn't be missing much—just a meal (takeout had never let her down) and some forced small talk with extended family (who never really seemed interested in her life anyway).
Y/N: Hey, mom! I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to miss this year too. There’s a bug going around at work and I’m worried I caught it :(
Her mom’s answer was immediate, and the guilt lifted from her shoulders as she rolled her eyes at the response.
Mom: Poor thing! You just have the worst luck when it comes to holidays huh? Your brother must have taken all the good immune system genes or something LOL!! That’s okay, dad and I will mail your gift and I’ll send you lots of pics. Hope you feel better soon!
After firing off a quick 'Thanks, love you!' Y/N rose from the bed, let out a sigh, and wandered to the kitchen for a bottle of wine.
She’d tried to convince herself that her parents' indifference no longer hurt, but what had dulled into a constant ache over the years flared into a sharp sting during the holidays. No one wanted to be alone at Christmas, but she knew she had to prioritize her peace of mind—and that meant avoiding an entire day spent deflecting passive-aggressive jabs while her brother soaked up all the attention.
The one person who could make her feel better was across the country, tied up with a case. She wasn’t upset with him—far from it. Y/N admired the work he did and the way he dedicated himself to saving people without ever getting the recognition he deserved. Still, it had been over a week since she’d last seen Spencer, and all she wanted was to curl up in his arms and hear him tell her that everything would be okay.
As if the universe had picked up on her tension, a knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump with a racing heart. She froze, eyes darting to the door, considering whether she should quietly move toward the knife block in case a dangerous stranger stood outside. It was barely 8:30, and she hadn’t been expecting anyone.
After a second round of knocks, relief washed over her as a familiar voice called "Y/N? Sweetheart?" She rushed to the door, unlocking it as quickly as she could and flinging it open to find an exhausted-looking Spencer standing on the other side.
“Spence!” Y/N cooed excitedly, wrapping her arms around him tightly before pulling him inside. “When did you get back? I thought you guys wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night?”
Not that she was complaining at all. She loved any time she could spend with Spencer. They’d only been dating for a little over two months, but she’d already fallen hopelessly in love with the sweet genius that she met when he accidentally stumbled into her while in line at their favorite coffee shop (she later found out it was no accident and that Morgan intentionally shoved him into her because Spencer was too afraid to make the first move).
“Technically we weren’t supposed to be, but we ended up getting a confession so it took way less time than we anticipated to finish the case. And with Christmas coming up this weekend, Gideon figured the sooner we got home the better,” Spencer explained with a small, tired grin as he slipped off his shoes and sat his satchel down. “I hope you don’t mind that I showed up, I just really missed you. I tried to call beforehand, but I thought maybe your phone was dead or something...” His eyes caught sight of the wine bottle on the island and paused, arching a brow before glancing back down at her. “Rough night?”
Y/N blew out an exasperated huff of air, nodding as they made their way over to her couch. She cuddled into his side immediately, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to do so. Spencer had been hesitant when they first started dating with physical touch, but once he pushed past the initial discomfort, he couldn’t get enough of her affection.
“Yeahhh. I had to tell my mom that I’m not making it home for Christmas again this year and it just… stressed me out a bit.”
Spencer’s face scrunched in confusion, looking down at her worriedly. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Are you not feeling good? Or what’s stopping you from going?”
Right. They hadn’t had the whole “I love my family from a distance because they act like brother is Saint Michael himself” talk yet. Y/N nibbled at her lower lip, fidgeting with her hands before sighing.
“I… um, it’s complicated. I just prefer not to see my family around the holidays because they’ve always had this weird favoritism for my brother and as I got older I just decided it wasn’t worth sacrificing my peace for.”
Spencer frowned, nodding in understanding before his face lit up with realization.
“Well, if you’d like, you could join me and my mom for Christmas? If you don’t want to be alone, that is. Not that I’m trying to pressure you into meeting her! I just planned to check her out of the sanitarium this weekend and bring her to New York City since she’s been doing better on her medication. I’m sure she’d love to meet you, and I, of course, love any time I get to spend with you—“ Spencer began, his words tumbling out nervously as his face flushed and his voice pitched higher.
Y/N’s heart skipped at the invitation, her face lighting up into a wide grin as she gently cupped his face, halting his nervous rambling. He met her gaze, and she smiled softly. "Spencer, I’d love to join you and your mom for Christmas—only if you’re really sure you’re okay with it."
Spencer had first mentioned his mother's illness on their third date, explaining himself after abruptly excusing himself to take a call from her nurse. It was also the night of their first kiss—he had started panicking, flustered and trying to explain his sudden exit, and Y/N thought he might cry. So, she kissed him to calm his nerves. Once he’d settled down, she reassured him that it was completely fine, that she understood how important his mother was to him, and that she’d love to learn more when he was ready to share.
That night, Spencer realized, without a doubt, that he was falling in love with her.
"It’s settled then," Spencer said with a grin, leaning forward to kiss her quickly. "I’m so excited to spend Christmas with my two favorite people. I was actually thinking we could get tickets to see The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center—"
Y/N listened intently, her heart swelling as she gazed at him with stars in her eyes, enchanted by his excitement as he shared the plans he’d made for the weekend. Although a little nervous, she couldn’t wait to share Christmas with him and his mom. They continued to plan the weekend, finalizing details between sleepy kisses and small yawns until they finally caved to their exhaustion and went to sleep.
The weekend arrived faster than she expected, and nervous excitement washed over Y/N as she waited for Spencer to pick her up from her apartment. She was packed and ready, excited to meet his mom and see New York City sparkling with Christmas decorations. For the first time in years, she felt something other than dread for the holiday, and she couldn’t be more grateful for her sweet boyfriend because of it.
Spencer had picked up his mom the day before, carefully explaining the plan to her during the drive home and making sure she felt well enough to go ahead with it. Diana was overjoyed at the idea of Y/N joining them for Christmas, assuring him she was feeling fine and could hardly wait to meet her.
For the first time in ages, Spencer felt like he had his mom back, her treatment progressing far better than he'd hoped. All it did was make him even more excited for the weekend ahead, his anxiety easing with each hour spent in the car on the way back to his apartment. It was comforting to open up to her about Y/N and to share what had been happening in his life beyond the letters he wasn’t sure she even remembered receiving.
The weekend turned out even better than Spencer had hoped. Diana and Y/N hit it off so well that Spencer found himself mostly on the sidelines of their conversations, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. It filled him with happiness to see his mom and the woman he was now certain was the love of his life getting along so effortlessly.
They had packed in every Christmas activity they could think of: admiring the lights, sipping hot cocoa, watching The Nutcracker... anything that felt festive was crossed off the list. By the end of the weekend, Diana was almost pleading with Spencer to make Y/N her daughter-in-law on the drive back to the sanitarium. Spencer could only laugh nervously, promising to do his best to make it happen.
Once Y/N got home, she knew she had to find a way to thank Spencer—not only for giving her the best Christmas of her life but also for being the most amazing boyfriend she could ever have hoped for. He was going to come back to her place tomorrow so they could exchange their gifts for each other, so whatever she did, she had to do it then before he inevitably got called in for another case. The real question was: how could she possibly show him just how grateful she was?
With a sigh, Y/N turned on her playlist and settled onto the couch, trying to brainstorm ideas. It felt like the harder she thought, the less her brain worked. After agonizing over ideas for nearly fifteen minutes, Y/N was at her wit's end, ready to settle for a card and a lengthy essay to express her gratitude, when the lyrics of the song playing suddenly grabbed her attention.
Merry Christmas, here I am, boy
I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy
She sat up suddenly, a victorious grin spreading across her face as the perfect idea popped into her head. She and Spencer had yet to make it past second base, not for lack of desire, but because the opportunity never seemed to align—each time they got close, his phone would ring or something would interrupt, stopping them in their tracks. Tomorrow would be the perfect opportunity to finally take that next step and for her to show her appreciation for the sweet genius.
There was a perfect dark red satin lingerie set at a nearby boutique that would bring her vision to life, but it closed in just thirty minutes. Y/N threw on some clothes, making sure she looked presentable, then grabbed her keys and purse and rushed out of the apartment.
The cashier shot her a glare as she approached the counter, and Y/N internally groaned. She already felt like an asshole for being there so late, but she did still have fourteen minutes to spare before they actually closed. The guilt vanished when she met the cashier’s icy stare, and she grabbed her purchase with a mumbled thanks before she hurried out of the store. Sue her for wanting to look sexy for her boyfriend on Christmas.
The next day seemed to drag on, with Y/N anticipating the surprise she had planned for Spencer.
She cleaned the apartment until it was spotless, setting the perfect mood with scattered scented candles and dimming the lights. The room was softly illuminated by her Christmas tree—one she had convinced Spencer to help decorate at the start of the month—and a few strands of lights she had strung up. All of the presents were ready and waiting to be unwrapped.
Now all she was waiting on was Spencer himself.
Three firm knocks echoed at the door, marking his arrival—right on the dot at 5:00. As punctual as ever. Y/N opened the door with a thrilled smile, eagerly tugging him inside.
"Woah, hey! Hello to you too, sweetheart," Spencer chuckles loudly, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day, so excuse my enthusiasm,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. “Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry. We can do presents first and then eat, or eat and then unwrap them—whatever you prefer. I honestly could do either, it doesn't matter to me and of course, you're the guest so—”
Spencer grinned as she nervously rambled, her hands gesturing wildly as she listed off options. It was oddly comforting to him that she got just as nervous around him as he did around her. Even though she had quickly become the person he felt most at ease with, a part of him still felt those nerves—after all, she was the most incredible woman he’d ever met, and the thought of messing things up and losing her terrified him.
“How about we eat first and then open presents? Is that okay with you?” Spencer suggested, offering a small smile.
The tension in Y/N's body eased as she returned the smile, nodding in agreement. "That sounds perfect."
Dinner passed with casual conversation, both Y/N and Spencer chatting between bites about everything from the new book she was reading to the latest research paper Spencer had discovered and found fascinating. They ate more quickly than usual, both eager to exchange the gifts they had carefully picked out for each other. It wasn’t long before they were done, clearing the table and loading the dishes into the sink before heading into the living room.
The two of them sat together in front of the tree, feeling as giddy as a couple of kids as they finally began to exchange presents.
Spencer slowly unwrapped his first gift, his eyes softening as he revealed the delicate, intricately designed watch she'd chosen for him—a gift that held both practical value and deep sentimental meaning. He glanced up at her, a shy but sincere smile spreading across his face, and she felt the warmth in his gaze. “This is… perfect, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you. I’ll wear it every day, I promise."
“Always, Spence. I’m so glad you love it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes filled with affection as she watched him. She recalled how devastated he’d been when his previous watch had broken a few weeks ago. Though hers wasn’t as extravagant as his old one, it meant far more to him—because it came from her.
Y/N cherished every gift he gave her: a whimsical coffee mug to add to her collection, a journal with a playful inscription from him that made her laugh—promising she'd have a place to rant about her family when he wasn’t around to listen, a couple of books from her wishlist, and, lastly, her absolute favorite: a delicate locket on a thin chain, holding the first picture they’d ever taken together.
Once all the gifts were unwrapped, Y/N smiled and stood up, holding her hand out to Spencer. He looked at her in confusion but took her hand without hesitation, allowing her to lead him to the couch.
“Keep your eyes closed and stay right here. Your final gift is in my room,” Y/N instructed, a mischievous smile curling at her lips. As soon as his eyes were shut, she darted down the hallway to her room, stifling a soft giggle at the surprise she was about to unveil.
When she came back, she positioned herself between his legs, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, “Alright, Spence… you can open your eyes now.”
Spencer opened his eyes, nearly choking as he took in the sight in front of him. Y/N was standing there in a beautiful lingerie set, the bra designed so that it was a bow that he could untie to reveal her... Just like a present.
“Holly shit,” Spencer breathed, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the rare curse slipping from his lips. Spencer hardly ever swore, so hearing it from him spoke volumes about how much he liked what he saw.
"So I take it you like it?" Y/N arched a brow, resting her arms on his shoulders.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Spencer stammered, looking up with wide eyes as Y/N climbed into his lap.
Y/N settled into his lap with a coy grin, reveling in the feeling of his hands coming up to grip her waist. She leaned in, brushing her nose lightly against his before softly grazing her lips across his.
"I wanted to show you my appreciation..." Y/N whispered, placing a brief but tender kiss on his lips before trailing kisses along his jawline. "...for giving me the best Christmas ever."
Spencer blinked hazily, her words taking a second to process in his mind as the sensation of her lips now sucking a mark into his skin became the center of his focus. His grip on her waist tightened imperceptibly as his fingers flexed against her warm skin. He swallowed hard before finally mustering up an answer.
"Y-you don't have to thank me, baby. All I ever want to do is make you the happiest you've ever been—"
Spencer's words came out as a squeak as she rocked her hips once against the erection now straining in his slacks. His head fell back onto the couch with a soft thump, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips at the friction. The scent of her perfume enveloped him, a fragrant haze that clouded his thoughts and left him feeling lightheaded, as if he were drowning in its sweetness.
The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, the sight of his dilated pupils stirring more in her than she was willing to admit. Y/N smirked, repeating the motion to hear the soft noise fall from his lips once more. She lifted a finger to his lips, shushing him before she moved to kneel between his legs.
"I want to, Spence. Please?"
Spencer nodded so vigorously it almost looked painful, his wide eyes locked on hers in stunned disbelief. He couldn't believe this was real... that he not only had her to begin with but that she was on her knees begging to make him feel good. The breath rushed from his body as her fingers trailed up his thighs to the button of his slacks, popping it open while she kept her hungry gaze on his.
His body trembled in anticipation as Y/N dragged the fabric down his legs, tugging them off once they reached his feet and casting them off to the side. He whined as she leaned forward to mouth over his aching cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, his fingers twitching from where they rested beside himself. His breath hitched in his throat as she dragged her nails down the inside of his thighs, a smug grin on her face as she watched him dig his nails into his palms.
Y/N decided she'd teased him enough, placing a kiss on his hipbone before swiftly removing his boxers. Spencer's hips lifted from the couch, jerking toward her mouth instinctively as she wasted no time in leaning forward to lick a thick stripe up the side of him before taking his swollen head between her lips.
"Oh—" Spencer gasped, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched her begin to swallow his length. "Oh my God, Y/N—"
Y/N smirked around her mouthful, taking him as far into her throat as she could before wrapping a hand around what couldn't fit. She began to bob her head slowly, easing him into the sensation. The feeling of him—hot and hard and filling her mouth so perfectly—had her squeezing her thighs together as she began to move more vigorously.
Spencer writhed beneath her as her mouth and hand began to work in tandem, his eyes fluttering shut despite his efforts to watch her every move so he could burn the sight into his memory for later use. His hips bucked up when she took him into the back of her throat, a guttural groan falling from his open mouth at the gag that emitted from her from the motion. His eyes shot open as he began spewing out apologies, but his words died in his throat as she pulled off of him to shake her head vehemently.
"Do it again," Y/N croaked, taking him back into her mouth and reaching up to guide his hands to her head.
Spencer whimpered pitifully, exhaling sharply before tentatively repeating the motion. His heart nearly fell out of his ass when Y/N moaned around him, encouraging him to keep going. His hips thrust rapidly into her mouth, his eyes squeezed shut now as moan after moan spilled from his lips.
"I-I'm close— sweetheart, please," Spencer groaned, lights flashing behind his eyes as she all but sucked the soul from his body. "Can I— Can I fuck you? Please? Wanna make you feel good, too."
Y/N moaned loudly around him at that, pulling off of him with a slick 'pop' before nodding vigorously. She was drenched, the sounds Spencer made having turned her on more than most men had in the past with their entire bodies. She hurriedly climbed into his lap, not even bothering to take her panties off and instead pulling the fabric to the side as she lined him up at her entrance.
They'd previously agreed that since they were both clean and she was on birth control they'd skip using a condom. They just never had the chance to actually get on with it... until now, anyway.
The sight of her swollen lips and watery eyes had Spencer captivated as his hands automatically found their home on her thighs, rubbing gently as she eased herself down onto him. If someone had told him six months ago that he'd ever be lucky enough to experience this—having the most beautiful woman he'd ever met as his, riding his cock like she was made for it—he would have laughed in their face. But now, all he could do was sit back and watch her in awe as she took every last inch of him into her core, speechless as he marveled at the sight. His brows pinched together as her walls enveloped him, his mouth gaping open as she bottomed out with a loud moan.
Y/N's head tipped back as a moan wrenched its way from her throat, her hips moving in small circles as she adjusted to the stretch of him inside of her pussy. She had never felt so desperate for someone before, but she wasn't surprised. It was Spencer—the man she admired more than anyone. The man who treated her like she was everything, simply for being herself. The man who reminded her every day that she was worth more than she’d ever believed.
Neither one of them was going to last long, a realization they both came to as she lifted her hips and dropped them down into his lap as she began to ride his cock. But that was okay. They had all night to make each other feel good.
“How does that feel, sweet boy? Hm?” Y/N panted, falling forward to rest her face in the crook of his neck as she rocked against him with frantic, needy movements.
All Spencer could do was whine loudly as he clung to her, planting his feet on the ground and moving his hands to cradle her back as he began to rut up into her. He was borderline delirious with pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him driving him mad with the need to make her fall apart in his arms. The movement served to drive him repeatedly into her G-spot, the both of them crying out and latching to each other as Y/N trembled above him.
"So good," Spencer finally grunted, moving his hands up to hastily unwrap the bow restricting his access to her breasts. His lips latched onto her right nipple, sucking and nibbling as his hand came up to pinch her neglected bud. "You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart." He mumbled against her skin, laving over the pert bud and groaning.
Y/N cried out, her hands tangling into his hair as she rode him harder. It was almost feral the way they moved together, needing each other in a way words couldn't describe. The couch creaked beneath their movements, but she couldn't care less. She only cared about making the man underneath her feel the best he ever had.
Her walls began to clench around him as she whimpered into his shoulder, signaling her impending climax. Spencer slid a hand down from her breast to instead rub at her clit, lifting his head to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. It only took a few circles of his skilled fingers before Y/N was chanting his name into his mouth like a prayer, her eyes squeezed shut as she came hard around him. Spencer's orgasm was almost simultaneous with hers, the sensation of her walls squeezing his cock triggering his climax almost violently as he pumped into her with soft sobs.
Their chests heaved as they slumped against each other, caressing each other with gentle touches as they caught their breath. Once Y/N could sit up, she lifted off of his softening cock with trembling legs, a giggle spilling from her lips as he whined in discontent. She placed a lingering kiss on his lips, effectively shushing him before she stood from the couch to go get a rag.
When she came back, Spencer reached for her with needy hands, wanting to feel her against him once more. They tended to each other with soft murmurs of praise and gentle kisses, their love unspoken but evident in every touch and gesture. Once they were cleaned (and Spencer had all but shoved her toward the bathroom so she could pee to avoid getting a UTI), they stumbled into her bedroom and into her bed.
It was in Spencer's arms, as he drifted off to sleep, that Y/N finally understood just how special the holidays could be—made all the more meaningful by the sweet genius she was fortunate enough to call hers.
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Hi lovely, congrats on 1K 🥳💐 you're amazing and deserve all the love.
If you feel inclined to write it, could i request an Enzo fic for your event pls? Like a situationship to an established relationship, where everyone knows reader is basically Enzos girl but theyre not dating and someone takes it as an invitation to challenge him on it because " she's not really yours, is she?". And Enzo kinda just snaps and everyone finds out just why hes a Slytherin.
Thank you for all your time and work love x
If this is shit it's because i'm high but i NEED MORE ENZO REQUESTS PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
Warnings: mentions of blood; not proofread
There had yet to be labels, and you were generally fine with it. You knew that he was yours and you were his and that was all that really mattered to you in the long run. It did made some things a little confusing, like when a third year would ask you to Hogsmead and you would politely decline. It was fair enough, you really didn’t technically have a boyfriend, but everyone knew you were Enzo’s.
So when Cho Chang started very obviously flirting with him after Herbology, you were fuming. He didn’t immediately refuse her advances, you wanted to chalk it up to him just being a genuinely nice person. However, you were not always as nice. You wanted to rip her black stringy hair out of her scalp and choke her with it. You and Enzo were together, everyone knew it.
Sometimes people took advantage of Enzo being too nice, though. They never really expected him to be in a fight, let alone start one, but you knew he was capable. His reserved anger was one of the things you loved about him, how his possessiveness would just come out without anyone really expecting it and that he would just snap.
It almost happened once a few months ago, Draco was joking around about taking you back to his dorm after a little group common room party of just your friends. You saw Enzo’s jaw clench and his hand get a little tighter on your thigh and instantly your panties were wet. You had leaned over, assuring him the only bed you wanted to be in was his and he seemed to calm down.
But his interaction with Cho was perfect ammo to get him to really react. Your original plan was to con one of his friends or maybe some poor fourth year into asking you out, but when Rodger Davies stopped you after dinner, it was like you were given the perfect victim for your plan.
Rodger caught you by grabbing your wrist as your group of friends passed through the doors of the Great Hall. “Can I steal you for a moment, love?” His tone was smooth and confident as he spoke to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Enzo’s eyebrows shoot up; at least he was paying attention.
“What’s up, Davies? Need help on your potions homework?” You knew what he really wanted, but playing the innocent girl card would just further push Enzo where you wanted.
Rodger chucked slightly, “No, darling, I was wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”
“She’s taken, Davies, how about you go bother some other poor girl with your advances,” Enzo had on a sweet smile, but he was gritting his teeth, trying his best to keep that kind facade he was so known for and quickly losing his patience.
Rodger just smirked, “Is she though?”
Enzo tongued his cheek, a clear sign he was near his boiling point, “Whadya mean, is she, mate?”
“I mean, she’s not really yours, is she? She just wets your whistle when you’re lonely and bored, right? A little muckin’ about when you’re both drunk?” Rodger knew he hit a nerve and you could thank him for it.
Enzo just nodded slowly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he glanced over at Theo standing next to him. Theo just raised his eyebrows as if to say, the fights yours, mate. Enzo turned back to Rodger in front of you, who had opened his mouth to further egg him on.
In a blink Rodger had disappeared from sight, you weren’t sure what happened until you saw Enzo kneeling over him on the floor landing blow after blow. You took a step towards the two on the ground when Theo placed a hand on your shoulder, “Give him a minute longer, it’s been a while since he’s had a good reason to fight.”
So you stood there with Theo, watching Enzo’s large frame hover over Rodger’s as Enzo’s fists landed into Rodgers ribs, then his chin, then the bridge of his nose causing a spray of blood to land across the stone floor. After a second blow to the nose, Theo and Mattheo finally pulled Enzo off his victim.
You grabbed hold of Enzo’s hand, lacing your fingers and not caring that you were covering your own hand in spots of blood. Enzo was still fuming, but as soon as he felt your touch he turned to look at you. His furrowed brows relaxed and his scowl turned in to an expression of guilt.
“C’mon Enzie, let’s go get you cleaned up,” he nodded, following you like a puppy as you pulled him along the corridors, down to the dungeons and through your dorm to the bathroom.
“Sit,” you pointed to the edge of the tub, Enzo immediately following your direction. You grabbed some gauze, walking over and standing between his open legs. You grabbed one of his hands, the other finding solace along the back of your thigh. You began dabbing the gauze against the deeper cuts on his knuckles, assuming he caught them on some of Rodger’s teeth.
His hands switched positions as you grabbed the other off your leg and dabbed it off as well. “Hands like this,” you held your hands face down in the air in front of you. Again, Enzo followed your instruction, holding out his hands and you grabbed your wand, waving it over and mumbling incantations to slowly close his cuts.
“Be my girlfriend,” Enzo’s sudden outburst caused you to still, wand still hovering over his hands. You looked up, meeting his eyes and seeing nothing but sencerity. “Enzo, we’re together, everyone knows it,” you tried to keep your voice nonchalant, but truth is you wouldn’t mind the label being added to whatever situationship you had now.
Enzo shook his head, “Everyone knowing in a roundabout way isn’t good enough, darling, clearly. Be my girlfriend, let me tell everyone you’re mine, officially.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking a step closer, his hands finding place at your hips and giving you a cheeky squeeze.
You laced your fingers behind his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours. You loved the height difference between you and Enzo, him sitting on the edge of the tub making his face finally even with yours. As his lips slotted against yours the grip he had on your hips tightened.
When you finally pulled away, Enzo had a smile on his face, "Is that a yes, darling?" You nodded, not hiding the grin appearing on your face, "A million times yes."
✧.* it's the end of the season and you've never been so eager to say goodbye to your team and while your'e celebrating the end of another era, lando shoots his shot, making you question everything.
✧.* reader is older. Slow-burn who? Don't know her. Taglist open! Typos add some personality, ignore them pls 😂
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teamy/n getting some laps in with the papayas 🧡
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y/nusername reunited with the youths 🐾
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