ᘏᘏ thirsty bunn thursdays
male reader x lynn (triples) ※ more of my works on fanprose
It was just a few minutes ago when Lynn was screaming, begging you to keep it inside her and not let anything leak out.
“Oppa, no, I’m still sensitive—”
“Shh. Stay still, baby.”
You’re already between her thighs. She’s on her back: wrecked, thoroughly used, knees apart, a pillow under her hips, your fingers gently pressing back inside her what tried to leak out a minute ago. Her hand is over her mouth, trying to hide what she truly feels. Her thighs are trying to close around your wrist and failing.
“Oppa.”
“Yes, Lynn?”
“I thought we were done for the night. That’s not aftercare at all; that’s the opposite of aftercare.”
“I’m… taking care of it.” You scoff, then smirk while locking your eyes on her glistening folds. “You said you wanted me to keep it inside you.” Your fingers gather the remaining cum around her cunt and push it inside her. “So I’m making sure none of it is wasted.”
“But Oppa. That was thirty minutes ago when I was insane.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.” She covers her face with both hands. “I was completely insane. I’m a normal person now.”
“Mhmm...”
She peeks at you through her fingers. The candles you prepared for your date night flicker. The plaid shirt and her white dress she had on earlier are scattered messily on the floor somewhere with your own set of clothes.
“Oppa.”
“Yes, baby?”
“Are you not tired yet? Don’t you need to drink water?”
“Don’t worry about me, baby.”
“Did you eat anything before coming here? You worked so hard.”
“Baby. For tonight, I’m taking care of you, ok? Stop and just enjoy. You’ve been really busy and tired recently. Taking care of your members and doing your best at work.”
“Thank you, Oppa. I’m sorry I can’t stop. It’s so automatic for me now.”
You press your fingers in deeper, slow, and her hips lift off the pillow. The sound she makes is small and surprised. The pillow has a wet spot under her now. Her hands find your wrist and grip it.
“Oppa~”
“Shh.”
She breathes out. Her thighs go slack. Her grip on your wrist softens.
“Okay, Oppa.” She can barely contain her moans. “Don’t take it out yet.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds. You feel her flex around your fingers. Everything is still where you put it.
“Oppa.”
“Yes, Lynn?”
“Are your fingers not tired yet? Are your knees okay? You’ve been kneeling for a while.”
You laugh. You can’t help it. You lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, and your fingers stay where they are.
“My knees and fingers are fine, baby. Stop trying to take care of me. Let me take care of you, okay?”
“Mhm. Mhmmm..” Her eyes close. Her hands find your hair. “Okay. Just for tonight.”
“Just for tonight.”
She’s quiet again. Your fingers move slowly. Her breathing evens out. You think she’s drifting. Then—
“Oppa.”
“Yes, baby?”
“… you can start fucking me again if you want.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Yes. I love you.” She says in Japanese.
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hello! it's me again 😅 I showed the Luke headcannons you made to my sister,she really liked it and wants SOO bad you to make one of Lynn jr (boy) X Y/N, can you do it? thank you again 😁
Man I sure will
Note: I definitely started spiraling towards the end lol
Lynn would never admit his crush on you, his younger sister's best friend. It was stupid, unthinkable, idiotic. He'd soon rather quit sports than admit to himself that he has a childish crush. Even then though, he couldn't help when his eyes wandered.
If he knew you were in the room, he would unconsciously look for you. When he finally spotted you, he would stare until someone pointed it out, and then he'd quickly look away. He couldn't help a gooey feeling that would rise in his chest when he'd see you with another guy.
But, it didn't make sense, because you weren't together. You didn't owe him anything, but he felt strange. He wanted to talk about it, but he didn't want to talk about you specifically. More like talk about you as a nonorganic object.
Luckily for Lynn, Lars couldn't enjoy his show with Lynn groaning and moaning about something.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Lars wasn't really asking. In fact, he was hoping Lynn would take it upstairs to his room. Though, today was not his lucky day.
"No," Lynn begins, but he looks back at his younger brother. "Well, actually..."
"I can sense you want to talk about it... Unless you-"
"There's this person- You don't know them though!"
Lars rolls his eyes as Lynn continues his rant.
"I don't know. I'm always looking for them, even when they're not there."
"Oh?"
"Whenever they talk to someone, I get this icky feeling in my stomach that I wish I could push deep down inside. But the feeling just gets bigger and bigger."
"I don't know who this is?" Lars already knew the answer, but he was going to pretend that he didn't. At least for Lynn's sake.
"I mean... You might know them, but that doesn't matter..." Lynn groans, leaning on the couch, "I don't know... What is this feeling?"
"Do you mean the jealously or the crush?"
"I do not have a crush on Y/n," Lynn quickly covered his mouth as Lars looked at him wide-eyed.
Lars thought he meant Claire, not Y/n.
"You can't tell anyone I said that." Lynn pointed at Lars, who started laughing. "What's funny?"
"I didn't know you meant Y/n. I thought you meant Claire!"
"Claire? I mean, I like Claire, but I don't like like Claire."
"So, you like like Y/n?"
"No- I mean, maybe? I don't know."
"Does Linka know."
"Oh god no." Lynn quickly shakes his head, "I could never do that. Please you can't tell anyone."
"What's in it for me?"
"You blackmailing rat."
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It went on for a couple weeks were if Lars wanted something from Lynn, he would use the 'I know your crush' card. Lars had no malicious intent and was never going to actually tell anyone about Lynn's crush. He was bluffing, but Lynn didn't know that. It was more to push Lynn in 'the right direction'.
It finally happened at one of Lynn's games. They had just won and they were celebrating when it happened. Like usual, all Lynn's teammates were hanging out with their significant others and Lynn was left alone.
"Stupid partners. God, this is so dumb." Lynn leaned onto his hand, before groaning. If he hadn't been so stuck in his world, he would of noticed you behind him.
"Out here all alone?"
He froze and quickly looked back at you, before awkwardly smiling, "Y/n."
"Hey Lynn," You go over to him and sit down. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
"Oh, I just needed some fresh air."
You chuckle, "Don't we all."
Lynn tensed up, looking anywhere but you and you picked up on that.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to leave you alone? I know you like your victories-" You stand up and go towards
Lynn's eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist, "No," He let go, after realizing what he had done, "I mean... You can stay, I don't mind."
You go back to sit down, a little taken aback, "I was worried you didn't like me there for a second." You joke.
He straightened his back, "Of course I like you."
"You know, that's good, cause I like you, too."
Lynn froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond to that. His whole body froze, before he looked back at you, "You like me?"
"Of course, I do, Lynn. Who wouldn't like you?"
"What do you mean like?" Lynn clenched his fist and he was sure his face was red.
"Well, do you think I mean?"
"I hoping you mean more than a friend." Lynn didn't know what came over him or why he had suddenly gained such courage, but he leaned in close when he said it.
You blushed and tilted your head, "Maybe I do."
He leaned in closer, your lips inches from each other, "Well, maybe I like you too."
You were so close, but then the door slammed open, causing you both to flinch. It was one of Lynn's teammates.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?"
Lynn glares at him teammate, "What do you think Jack?"
The male scrunched up seeing his captain's glare, "Gosh, I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."
Lynn groaned turning back to you, "I'm sorry. I should probably go."
"Yeah, I should probably go too."
"I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah, I hope so."
Lynn followed his teammate back in before fist bumping himself. He patted his teammate on the back, "Man, you just ruin possibly the best moment of my life, but at least I now hate a girlfriend." He laughs, "Now I'm not the lone guy."
"Did you even ask her out."
Lynn freezes before turning to his teammate, his eyes widened, "Do you think she's still-" He stops, before pushing past his teammate and heading back outside, calling your name.
Chapter Five: Lyndsey and reader have some fun at brunch.
Notes: This is just a side piece that I really wanted to add to this story. A little NSFW, and wow, I’m really gay for this.
All of you decided to meet up at this cafe bakery just a few blocks away. It was just in time for brunch, and you could seriously go for some fucking eggs and a latte right about now. That, and maybe some kind of pastry, and you made a mental reminder to definitely hit up the gym later.
You took Lyndsey in your car, and followed Brian and Alex in theirs, seeing as Alex didn't have much space in his for all four of you. His backseat was packed with empty Mountain Dew cans, and t-shirts and sweatshirts, and you're pretty sure you saw an extra XBOX controller and console lying on the ground. "Typical Alex," Lyndsey had said.
On the way, after many a protests from an irritable Lyndsey, you were eventually allowed to put on PVRIS on your car stereo. She wasn't having any of it, but you were seriously loving it, because she was super cute when she was mad. That, and their new album was incredible. You only got to the beginning of track four before you arrived to the restaurant, having recognized 'Heaven' instantly. You really liked 'Anyone Else'.
"That shit's deep, Lynn. Seriously. I'm at a loss for words right now." The two of you had to park the car a few streets down from where Brian and Alex turned off, as the cafe seemed to be packed this morning. Not to mention, their so-called "parking lot" was literally just three spaces in the front.
"No, yeah... That one really hits home for me. And Nola 1. But you haven't heard that one yet, and before you say anything! No, we're not listening to it on our ride back."
You were about to say something, but Lyndsey interrupted you with a kiss; and you got lost in her lips. They moved softly against yours, and time melted. You forgot what you were going to say and you knew that that was Lyndsey's intention. She then released you after what felt like ages, and added a peck to your cheek for good measure, grabbing your hand to move you along the sidewalk. You had to blink a few times to remember where you were.
The both of you find Alex and Brian standing just outside the cafe, both of their hands stuffed in their front jean pockets.
"It's a twenty-minute wait," Brian sighed, " It's Sunday, so...it makes sense. Everyone from church is here."
You looked around, and peaked inside the window, and what do you know, everyone and their kids were here. All dressed in fancy dresses, and top hats. The four of you stood out like a sore-thumb. Not that any of you cared.
"Do you guys want to go somewhere else?" Lyndsey offered.
"I mean... This place is good, and I'm starving." Alex rubbed his stomach.
"Yeah, I don't mind waiting."
"Hey..." Brian nodded to Lyndsey, "Fan in-coming."
You looked up, confused, to see two girls, not even eighteen, giggling, and whispering their way over to your group. They stopped dead, looking right at Lyndsey.
"Um... Hi. We're huge fans.. Can we..get a picture with you guys?"
"Yeah, sure. Of course." Lyndsey smiled and wrapped her hand around one of the girl's waist, as the other took the picture. Brian and Alex joined in, smiling sweetly into the camera, and you awkwardly stood back, making sure to stay out of the frame. The girls switched, and the other had asked Lyndsey if she could hug her. Lyndsey was super quiet, and shy, and barely said anything to the girl, but obliged. They then posed, arms pumped up and above their shoulders, Lyndsey giving the camera a tough look, Brian sticking his tongue out, and Alex making a face that read 'I don't even know'. They then hugged each girl one last time, waved, and turned back to you.
Brian smiled, "That always makes my fucking day."
"You guys get that a lot? Fans coming up to you?"
Lyndsey nodded, "Yeah.. Sometimes. Not, like, all the time. But...occasionally, yeah."
"You guys are sweet for doing that."
Alex shrugged, "It's nothing, really. We do what we can to show our appreciation."
You looked to Lyndsey, and she nodded. "We owe it all to them."
The hostess called out Alex's name, and led you all to a booth at the back, closest to the kitchen. Brian groaned out something about 'being close to the food' while you took a seat, Lyndsey scooting in next to you. The waitress came by to take your drink orders, and all of you ordered coffee, except for Lyndsey, who had ordered some herbal, green tea. And it warmed your heart exponentially. It was the cutest thing ever. You knew she liked tea, but you couldn't help, but smile at the blonde as she raised the small, steaming cup gently up to her lips.
Lyndsey looked at you with suspicion, "What?"
You put your hands up in defense, "Nothing, nothing."
Lyndsey purses her lips, "Uh-huh."
"What? I can't think it's cute?"
"Is that what you're calling it?"
"That's definitely what I'm calling it."
Lyndsey licked her lips, and looked down at yours, wiggling her eyebrows. And God, was she cute. When Brian and Alex and Lyndsey were talking about their upcoming tour, all you could do was stare at Lyndsey and admire her every feature. She was too cute to look away, and Lyndsey noticed too, as she kept side-eyeing you, and smirking. And it wasn't until Brian and Alex were distracted by a conversation about cheese, (really, you had no idea), that Lyndsey turned to face you. "Take a picture. It lasts longer." Her face was serious, but then almost as instantly, a mischievous grin appeared on her lips.
"Mmm. Maybe I will.... Can I get your autograph too?"
Lyndsey rolled her eyes, turning away, "Fuck you."
"I'm kidding!" You grab her hand as she tried to pull it away, "Totally kidding."
"Yeah... We'll see if you get laid tonight."
"I bet that you won't be able to keep your hands off me."
Lyndsey quirked an eyebrow, "Wow... Someone's a spit-fire this morning?"
"What? Can't handle a little heat, baby?"
And with that, Lyndsey's eyes darken, and there's a sparkle in her eye that told you she definitely could. And you knew she could. Something twisted up in your gut, and you're pretty sure it wasn't because you were hungry. "Try me."
Lyndsey's attention went back to Alex and Brian, and you were left to think about what in the Hell just happened, but you knew Lyndsey still had her focus on you. And then an idea popped into your head. And God, you knew it wasn't probably the smartest, seeing as you were in public, and Brian and Alex were literally not even a foot away from you, but...you knew it'd have an affect on Lyndsey. And that was exactly what you wanted. That, and you weren't going to deny that you were constantly thirsty for the girl.
So, you moved your hand on Lyndsey's leg, and without looking down or at her, you slowly creep it up her thigh. Lyndsey flinched for about half a second, but from out of your peripherals you could see that she was smirking, knowing exactly what you were about to do. And you knew she wanted you to. When the waitress came to take your orders, your middle finger slid down along the seam of Lyndsey's jeans that angled toward her crotch, and you could tell she was trying really hard to resist squirming.
Alex smiled as the waitress took your menus, and looked at you and Lyndsey quizzically. "You guys are awfully quiet. You good?"
Brian took a sip from his coffee. "They're probably hating us for ruining their day."
"What? Nah. Don't be ridiculous, you guys. It's been cool hangin' with you. To be honest, I'm just really hungry." You emphasized 'hungry' just as you started moving your finger up and down. She juts her hips, but just slightly, trying to make it seem like she was repositioning herself. And she threw her napkin over her lap, hiding your hand.
"We haven't eaten since dinner last night, huh?" Lyndsey was playing it off good. There wasn't a tremor in her voice, but you knew she was dying for you to actually touch her. You could see it in her eyes and the way her hand applied pressure to yours . Your hand was starting to cramp, and you could feel Lyndsey's heat rise up through her jeans.
Brian shook his head, "I can't go two hours without food. I woke up this morning, and the first thing I did was raid the fridge."
Lyndsey rolled her eyes, letting out a small, unnoticeable exhale as your palm presses harder against her. And her words came out more like a growl, "Dude, you burn calories every five minutes. You can eat whatever the fuck you want and get away with it."
"She's got a point." Alex nodded.
"Is it attack Brian day today?"
"I don't know, but.........I have to go pee. Excuse me."
Lyndsey shoved your hand out of her lap, and scooted her way out of the booth. She looked over her shoulder, and stared at you, releasing her hair from her hair-tie as she turned the corner to enter the women's restroom. Brian and Alex stared after her.
"Okay... ? That wasn't weird at all?" Brian shook his head, and took another sip from his coffee, Alex shrugging his shoulders.
"A girl's gotta pee when a girl's gotta pee. Maybe it's her tea that's getting to her."
"Yeah. Let me just...go check on her for a second. We'll be right back."
Brian and Alex share a look, and you pray to God that you planned that well enough, and they're not thinking what you know you're exactly about to do. But you had an inkling that they did, and you hope they don't give Lyndsey shit for it later. But whatever the case, you knew Lyndsey was dying in the bathroom, and you knew she needed reprieve. And as you enter the women's restroom, she comes storming out of a stall, slamming you against the wall and kissing you hard. You moan into her mouth as if you've been deprived for months, even when you both knew you literally fucked each other this morning. It was as if she was your oxygen. Or maybe she was sucking the life out of you, God, you had no, fucking idea, and God, you didn't fucking care.
"Fuck...we have to make...this quick...babe.."
Lyndsey moaned in response, and you push her into one of the stalls, locking it behind you, just in case. You unzip her jeans, and rub her out a little bit more before sinking a finger into her. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod."
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet already. Jesus."
You find her lips again, and you make sure to roll your thumb around her clit, dipping a digit further into her. Lyndsey sunk down the wall of the stall, her legs like jelly, and you slammed her against it, pulling her leg closer to your waist to keep her steady. Lyndsey was panting, and smiling, and sweating, and moaning, and looking at you with such desire that you pumped into her faster. Every sound that came out of Lyndsey, you made sure to time it with every stroke, and touch you made to her. The stall kept creaking, and it wasn't until you heard the entrance door swing open, the sounds from the cafe echoing throughout the bathroom, that you stopped. You pull out of her, and covered your hand over Lyndsey's mouth, still holding her thigh with your other. The woman entered the stall just two stalls down from the one you were fucking Lyndsey in, and you thanked the Lord it wasn't the one closest.
Your heart was beating against your chest, and you looked down to find Lyndsey smirking through your hand. She grabbed it and put it back down to where it was, and she kissed you, quietly, softly, as if she wanted you to keep going, and fuck. She was bad. And you made a note to add fucking Lyndsey in a bathroom to one of your favorite things to do.
"Be quiet, baby." You whispered into Lyndsey's ear, biting at its lobe, all the while making sure to keep her from screaming. And you could tell she was really trying not to, as she let out what she could into your lips. The two of you were rocking in unison, your finger masterly moving inside her, and you were shockingly surprised Lyndsey hadn't come yet.
The lady in the other stall finally flushed, and it allowed a five-second window for Lyndsey to let out a built-up moan, and you had to drop her to cover her mouth again. The lady took her damn time leaving the bathroom, and when she did,... Boom. It was go time. You thrust two fingers into Lyndsey, kissing her deeply and madly. And with one last slip of your finger, Lyndsey came, and let it all out against your lips. It was fucking hot, and intoxicating.
"Fuck," Lyndsey rested her head against the stall, "I'm... ugh. What the fuck, Y/N."
You grab a hold of her face with your hands and kiss her madly. "Mmm.. Sorry, not sorry."
"I can't believe that just happened."
"I can't believe that you think that it couldn't."
Lyndsey pulled up her jeans, and the both of you head out of the stall to wash your hands. "Do you think Alex and Brian noticed?"
You turned off the faucet, "Absolutely. I tried to cover for you as best as I could, but...What else would we be doing in here? Taking a shit together?"
The blonde let out a hearty laugh, and took one of your now clean hands into hers, leading you out of the bathroom and to your table. Alex and Brian were waiting, both of them smirking in unison as the both of you scooted back into the booth.
"You guys pee okay in there?"
"Feel better, Gerd?"
Lyndsey shot Alex a look, and disregarded Brian's question altogether.
And before any of you could talk about anything else on the matter, brunch arrived, and y'all dived in. From not eating this morning, to fucking Lyndsey senseless in the bathroom, you definitely worked up a real, good appetite. Brian and Alex started talking about their omelettes, between big bites and burps while Lyndsey laughed through her stack of pancakes, stealing small smiles in your direction. And you felt like home.
Chapter Three: Lyndsey and reader take things back to your place.
Notes: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT (also this is long!)
The night was going better than you had anticipated. Lyndsey was cute. Really, really cute, and you had already picked up on a few of her mannerisms throughout your dinner that you dubbed to be quite adorable. Like, how she scrunched her nose when she was nervous, or how her hand always ran through her hair like she purposefully wanted to make you suffer. Or how her laugh was light and full of wonder, yet at the same time, it had a bit of a low husk to it that made you squirm in your seat. It was the best second date you’ve ever been on.
You didn’t think it to be possible to learn so much about someone so well over just two glasses of wine, and a plate of spinach, ricotta stuffed chicken. The two of you had touched all of the important topics: cats, tea, and surprisingly to your usual dislike, ghosts, as well as religion, politics, music, and of course, girls. It was a productive evening to say the least.
The two of you split the check, and walked out to the busy streets of downtown Boston. It was chilly; the sun had already slipped beneath the sky.
Lynn pulled out her phone and typed away at what you presumed to be a text. Your heart sank a little at the thought of her giving her attention to somebody else.
“Thank you,” You said quietly, “For tonight. I really needed this.”
Lyndsey smiled as she slipped her phone back into her jacket pocket. She took a step closer to you, and ran a hand through that goddamn hair again. Your hands were sweating. “My pleasure…. We should do it again sometime.” She licked her lips.
“Are you asking me out again?”
“Only if you want to?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to?”
Lyndsey shrugged, “I don’t know, I thought I might have scared you off with the whole ‘being in a band’ thing. I was actually surprised you’ve never heard of us, especially seeing as you’re from Boston, but…. Yeah, I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d want to get to know me.”
“You are something else, you know that?”
Lyndsey looked up at you with a furrowed brow, but you could see that small smirk tugging up at her lips, “How do you mean?”
“I think you know exactly what I mean.” Lyndsey stepped closer to you, and as cold as it was, you could feel the heat rising up to your ears.
“So… What now?”
“I don’t know? You tell me?”
Lyndsey’s hands moved up to the lapels of your jacket. “Your place?”
“If that’s where you want me to take you?”
Lyndsey’s eyes sparkle, and she bit down on her lip; and there’s a moment where you thought you saw her eyes flicker down to your own. You swallowed what you presumed to be your dinner coming back up, and you gulped, a little louder than you intended, getting another smirk out of Lyndsey. “I’d be down for that.”
The car ride back to your place albeit quick seemed to take forever. Lyndsey had talked something about PVRIS, her band, and though, it deemed interesting, all you seemed to be able to think about was Lyndsey tugging and biting at your lips. It was bad. And you’ve never wanted something so bad in your life. You couldn’t shake the image out of your head. And you’re pretty sure Lyndsey knew exactly what you were thinking about, because she kept smiling to herself and looking out the window to hold in her soft giggles. By the time you took Lyndsey up the elevator to floor three of your apartment building, and down the hall to your room, you were dying. Aware of Lyndsey smirking just behind you, you turned the key, and stepped back to allow her to step over the threshold first. Her eyes wandered around the small flat, slipping off her jacket. “Nice place.”
“Thanks…. Do you, uh, need anything? A drink? Water?
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks.” Lyndsey flipped her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and it lay flat against her back.
The air in the room seemed to get more dense, and the oxygen levels seemed limited as you were having some difficulty breathing. You walked toward the kitchen, and pulled a cup from out of the cupboard to pour yourself some water. You were thirsty, in more ways than what you would like to admit. Lyndsey made her way over to you, leaning back on the kitchen counter just across from you, watching you as you gulped down another glass.
“Thirsty much?”
You wiped your mouth, “Always.”
Lyndsey raised a brow, and inched closer to you. “Really?”
You didn’t respond, as your eyes were too focused on Lyndsey, and Lyndsey took that opportunity to move closer, forcing you to back into the kitchen counter. She leaned into you, placing her palms at either side of you, trapping you between them, her face closer to yours as it’s ever been. You could just now see the cute mole on her nose, something you hadn’t noticed before, and her hazel eyes danced with what looked like a mixture of curiosity and lust. She licked her lips. You looked down at them.
“….Lynn.”
“Hmm?” Her mouth made its way to your neck, and while she didn’t allow it to touch your skin, her hot breath had sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart spiked; you exhaled, but it got caught in your throat so it came out more like a moan. You couldn’t breathe. Your hands were awkwardly resting at your sides, resisting the urge to just reach out and pull Lyndsey into you.
The silence, mixed with all of the heavy breathing (mostly coming from your end), was literally killing you. Lyndsey wasn’t saying anything, and her right thigh had made its way between the both of yours, her hips jutting forward just a little so that your fingers had to grasp the loops of her black pants. You knew she was trying to get you to make a move. You knew she was trying to get something out of you. You knew it was working.
It wasn’t until her teeth grazed your ear lobe that you couldn’t take it anymore.
You kissed her, forcefully yet passionately. And it was heaven.
You think you may have caught Lyndsey off guard as she let out a small squeak. But it had immediately turned into a moan as you preceded to suck on her bottom lip, placing your hands on her hips and turning her around to push her against the counter. Lyndsey’s hands found your hair, and you applied pressure against her center with your knee as she began to pull at it a bit aggressively. She continued to moan into your mouth.
All that you could hear, and all that you could feel was Lyndsey. And God, was she good. It wasn’t until you let go of Lyndsey’s lips with a ‘smack’ that yours found their way to her jawline. And then you carefully navigated them, and your tongue along Lyndsey’s neck, nipping at the skin as you went. And it was then that Lyndsey spoke.
“Oh…My..God…Y/N.“ She was breathing heavily, her nails biting into your skin. You couldn’t seem to stop attacking her neck, and you may have bit a little too hard as Lyndsey let out a small whimper. "Shit.”
You pulled away quickly, “Fuck. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay….” Lyndsey pulled you back in as quickly as you pulled away, and kissed you good and God, she’s good. Really, really good and you found yourself toying with the button of her pants. She let out another moan, and you took it as an okay to reach for the zipper, but Lyndsey caught your wrist and shoved you across the floor, and onto the couch. She slipped off her shoes real quick, and joined you on the couch, straddling your hips. She then lifted her shirt up and over her head, tossing it behind the back of the couch.
Your jaw dropped, “Holy fuck.”
Lyndsey had a small, black bralette on, and her abs.. Her abs. Fuck. You were pretty sure you were drooling. Lyndsey smiled, but her eyes were dark as she leaned down, kissing you deeply, making sure to ram her thigh into your center. You buck your hips up, and moan into her mouth. She made her way down your neck, and pulled up at your shirt, stripping it off at rapid speed. She then slipped your boots off and onto the floor, her long, slim fingers finding the button and zipper of your pants, sliding them off with ease. They then slip under your black panties, and you shake uncontrollably, aching for her touch. You almost fall off the couch when she enters you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….” The couch was rocking, and Lyndsey was fucking you into oblivion. She added another finger into your wet center, and her thumb did quick circles to your clit, and you all about came undone. “Fuck.”
The noises that were coming out of your mouth made Lyndsey pump into you faster, and it was fucking hot. She was fucking hot. You smiled as she leaned down to kiss you, her tongue grazing your top lip, and when she said your name, that was it. You came, hard, and she let you ride it out as she kissed you, over and over, gently, and then down your neck, down your chest, nipping at your hot skin, leaving a few marks as she did. She pulled out of you, and sucked you off her index and middle fingers, one at a time, slowly. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Lyndsey smirked, “Mm, you taste really good.”
“I bet you taste even better.”
You were aching to feel Lyndsey, to taste her, to touch her, and you felt a boost of confidence course through you as she dropped her jaw at your words. You sat up to meet her lips, and you pulled her closer, grabbing her sides, and rolling your hips into hers.
She moaned through your kiss, “Fuck.”
Your fingers toyed with the backing of her bralette, and you expertly snap it off. Your mouth moved down her neck, to her collarbone, nipping and biting at her skin again, and your tongue and teeth and lips find the tip of her nipple. Lyndsey rolled her head back, letting out a long moan, her hands finding your hair again, pulling you closer to her chest. Your left hand finds her throat, and it applies a small amount of pressure at Lyndsey’s neck as you move from breast to breast. Lyndsey started to pant with small squeaks, and heavy breaths as you stand up, her legs wrapping around your waist. You lift her up with ease, and spin her around to set her back down on the couch. You kneel down in front of her, and shake her pants off, giggling as you come across her boy briefs. Lyndsey let out a low growl, and you precede to move them down to her ankles. You kiss her gently, just inside her thigh, placing your hands on Lyndsey’s knees to keep them wide.
And then you look at her, her eyes even darker than before, and she gives you a pleading look, letting out a small whimper as she juts her hips out a bit. You can’t help, but smirk at how bad Lyndsey seemed to want this, and you look back down…. You could tell she was already soaking; and you taste her. And she’s sweet. Like honey. You flick your tongue, just once, and Lyndsey goes wild. And you’re pretty sure she just came. But you don’t stop there. You dive into her, taking her all in, tasting all that she had to offer, and Lyndsey rocks her hips into you. “Yes… Fuck..yes!”
You didn’t realize until now, because, you’ve never had sex on there before, but you had a very rickety couch. And you thanked God that the walls in your apartment were sound proof. Lyndsey was screaming your name; and after coming again, and then again, your hand playing with her right breast, your mouth doing wonders to her warm center, Lyndsey taps out. She shuddered, and sinks into the couch cushion. You roll your tongue through her once more before you finally come up for air, smacking and licking your lips.
“OhmyfuckingGod,” Lyndsey breathed out a giggle. “That…was amazing.” She put her arm over her face, letting out a heavy, content-filled sigh. The response made you groan; you kissed the inside of her thigh, breathing in her scent still, moving your hand up her other thigh; and right when you were just about to get lost in the blonde again, she pulls you back up onto the couch, greeting you with a deep kiss. “Easy, tiger.”
You let out a low growl, “Ugh… Fuck. What have you done to me?
Lyndsey giggled, "I don’t know, but I like that I know what I can do to you.” She then leaned forward and kissed your neck.
You let out another low grumble, your hand finding Lyndsey’s thigh again as you rest your head back, and close your eyes. “Can you stay with me tonight?”
“Why?” Lyndsey purred in your ear.
“Ugh… Lynn, you fucking know why.”
Lyndsey continues to go at your neck, talking between each breath. “I have..band rehearsal…tomorrow. Brian and Alex will kill me..if I don’t show up. I’m meeting them…..at nine.” It was then that Lyndsey hooked her right leg over you again, her lips still attached to your skin, but with softer, slower kisses. Her hair had fallen, and was hiding her face, and all you could see was gold.
You tried to even your breaths, “Hey, hey, hey…you can’t say that I can’t do this to you and then..go ahead and do it to me. That’s not…ugh, that’s not fucking fair. Besides, if we’re getting up early tomorrow…..I need sleep.”
The blonde bit down hard at a spot on your neck that made your legs turn to jelly, sucking at it until she saw fit. You let out a series of groans, your hands squeezing her thighs. She finally released with a loud 'pop’, and a kiss to your cheek. “Okay.”
“Ugh.... Fuck. Lynn!” And again, you were extremely thirsty.
Lyndsey got off you, picking up her white tee that had somehow found its way underneath the couch, and threw it on. She walked down the hall, looking behind her with a devilish grin, “Whoops.”
You chase her to your room, knowing damn well what was going to happen next.
“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” With maybbbeeeee Lynn? :3
“Thanks, Jon”
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It all started when Jon asked you to be on On The Spot; the infamous Rooster Teeth game show. You’d agreed only after he promised that Cow Chop wouldn’t be there, and the Golden Gus would be staying in tact.
So you agreed, thought he wouldn’t tell you who he had secured to be your teammate. He only said you’d “find out” in an ominous way.
The minute you stepped onto the stage, you saw Lynn Marquis. A hand flew to your mouth as he gave you one of those cute smiles and a wave.
“Jon, are you kidding me?”
The one who’d introduced you to Lynn through a ridiculous game night involving you three, Cole, and a few other friends. And he was very, very aware of what you thought was your very, very hidden crush on the other Marquis. But apparently nothing got past Risinger.
The host was laughing from his desk and you sighed, sinking into the chair beside him. You and Lynn had become very teasing with each other, baiting each other like kids.
“This is going to be fun, don’t worry.” Jon added before Broadcast sent the call out that they were going live. You prayed that Jon didn’t completely embarrass you, though it was unlikely he wouldn’t.
—-
“The game is Come Again.”
You two were losing to Chris and Aaron, who had dubbed themselves Team Plaid 2.0, and this was your final chance to get ahead.
“Team Twitch.tv/JonRisinger”, you two are up. Let’s see their prompt!“ The prompt appeared and Jon read it aloud. "Lynn and (Y/N) are bank robbers, driving away with the loot from their latest crime. However, (Y/N) decides this is the perfect time to express their feelings for Lynn, who’s completely clueless.”
You watched the smirk grace Jon’s face and you gave him the most unamused face you could muster.
“Alright, if you two would stand in the spot and please act this out; you have sixty seconds. Listen for the bell. And go!”
You and Lynn were standing now, and you positioned your hands to make it look like you were driving.
“So glad we got out of that bank in time.” Lynn started.
“It’s pretty great. The way your eyes sparkled under your ski mask was enchanting–”
Ding!
“The way your hands opened the safe—”
Ding!
“Your ass looked awesome in those pants.”
Laughter erupted from the audience, Jon, and the other two.
“Why thank you. I try to get very form fitting pants.”
“Well, you did a great job—”
Ding!
“Does that hurt your–”
Ding!
“Look, there’s something I need to say.”
“Okay,” Lynn looked at you. “Go ahead.”
“I just gotta say I like—”
Ding!
“You’ve got a really nice—”
Ding!
“So sometimes I feel like I wanna make out with you!…Is that a friend thing to do?”
The buzzer sounded, ending the game, and you felt frozen. You somehow made it to your chair, unaware of the words passing between Jon and the three men.
At least, you had until the Golden Gus was being pressed into your hands.
“We did it, (Y/N)!” Lynn was grinning now.
You realized the credits were rolling now, and you tried to smile and hold up your prize. Lynn nudged you so you turned to face him, and he was smiling again.
“And to answer that question, it’s definitely a friend thing to do. Especially if your friend likes you back.” And that’s when Lynn Marquis tilted your chin enough to plant one on you.
“Finally!” You heard Jon and Aaron chorus in the background.
You stared at your screen as Lynn Marquis genuinely decided to bring this up on stream. All because you’d gotten his number after a few drinks the other night. You admitted you watched his stuff with Risinger, and you thought he was cute. But you’d been too nervous to text him.
“Give her your number, pray to whatever God you want that she’ll text you. Why? Who do I need to fight for your love?” Jon elbowed Lynn in the ribs and you wanted to die on the spot. Jon wanted to ‘fight’ you for Lynn.
“Well, she’s a fan of yours. I was hoping she’d be in this stream–” Lynn’s phone rang out and interrupted.
You’d texted him. Because the fact that he was telling hundreds of people about you was…well, it lit a fire under your ass. ‘Tell Risinger to meet me in the Stage 5 parking lot.’
The grin on his face was apparent.
“Well, she texted me. And she’s ready to fight you, Jon.”
Could I possibly get a TSF/flash fic/anything you like with a certain Lynn Marquis texting the reader to ask her out? :3 please and thank you!
(welcome to the lynn trash bin, it’s great~ also i accidentally read your req wrong so i also have another small Lynn fic whoops.)
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz buzz buzz.
Your phone wouldn’t stop. Five texts from Jon, your co worker and close pal. Or not, considering the fact that the last one was signed “ps it’s Lynn”.
“(Y/N)”“(Y/NNNNNNNN)”“You’re so pretty, I’m glad Jon introduced us”
And he did. Jon was convinced you and Lynn would hit it off, so he introduced you. And it was a flirty sort of thing, mostly tweets and DMs, but you hadn’t thought to exchange phone numbers. It was still early. You barely knew each other. But you liked him. Lynn was funny, cute, and very sweet.
“We miiiiiight be drunk”“Also sssh, I stole Jon’s phone to text you, don’t tell him. ps it’s Lynn”
Buzz. Another text popped up beneath it.
“We should go out like right now”
Buzz.
“Or maybe when we’re not drunk”
You laughed until your phone buzzed again. Twice.
“I see you reading these, (Y/N)”“Don’t make me call you”
Your thumbs hovered over your keyboard as you typed a reply.
"make me" and/or "I love it when you're rough" with Lynn tho
Well, Kat beat you to the second one soooo _______________________________________
You giggled from your place on the bed as you watched Lynn fight with the tie he was wearing, and even though he wore ties plenty of times, this one seemed like it wanted to give him issues and it was cute to watch him struggle, you had to admit.
“Oh shut up,” Lynn said, casting you a look that just caused you to shrug and sigh back:
“Make me...if you can manage to that, which would be amazing considering you can’t get out of that tie.”
In a flash, Lynn was next to the bed, then on top of you, giving you that damn smile as he reached out to grab your face to make you look at him and said, “Oh, I can think of plenty of ways...just you wait.”
