It was already blazing hot outside in the town of OuterBanks. However, that was no match for your boyfriend, who unfortunately — or fortunately had a very high sex drive.
"fu-uck rafe-ngh!~" You whined, your head pressed roughly against your pillow as Rafe's cock pounded back and forth into your overstimulated hole. He'd already released his second load inside of you not long ago, but from the looks of it he had no plan on stopping anytime soon. You weren't sure if it was the heat or his sex drive was through the roof today, but you couldn't deny how hot the whole situation was.
"Fuckin' hell, baby-" Rafe growled, his sweaty hands firmly resting on your hips. "Two loads in.. and you're still tight as hell!" He gave your ass a hard smack, causing you to cry out, gripping the sheets of your bed tighter. Sweat and heat filled the room, the smell of sex trapped inside of it.
"mmh—mhh!— ngghaah!~" You whined, your vision hazy, sweat dripping from your forehead. "My boy loves my cock, huh?" He panted, thrusting with all the force he could give.
You could only respond with a whine, mouth parted as a tiny amount of drool slipped past the corner of your mouth. "Yeah he does. You look so fucking sexy right now, baby. I plan on fucking this sweet ass for a good long time."
5 hours and plenty of loads later, he finally pulled out, watching the pretty sight of his cum dripping out of y filled hole.
A/N 1: Short and sweet little piece I’ve been working on!
In the dead of night, surrounded by nothing but the hum of the engine and silence, a hand creeps over yours.
It curls slowly. Patiently. Fingers meet fingers, as each one of yours is slowly pried off the steering wheel, leaving it entirely under the control of your left hand. But yes, it’s slow. So gentle. Calming, even, almost enough to distract you from what you know is a bad idea.
Almost.
“Yeonhee.”
The hand doesn’t stop.
“Yeonhee.”
Catch a glimpse of a smirk though the pull continues, extends your elbow until it’s almost straight and your hand is enveloped in consistent warmth, clasped between swathes of soft cotton.
“I’m driving, you know.”
But nothing changes. Your hand doesn’t move, nor do you try particularly hard to pull free. She doesn’t let go. The darkness on the road suddenly becomes an afterthought to the luminescence inside, however dim that blue glow might be on her face. Sneak a glance to the side, and she catches you with a cheeky wink, her bottom lip caught in her teeth as her hips rut into your palm.
“So pull over.”
That’s all it takes to curb your drive home, to get you to park your car on some random corner, for you to turn all your attention to the distraction beside you, the subject of your utmost attention.
Long overdue attention.
Steal a glance into the backseat; it’s spacious, infinitely more comfortable for any complex maneuverability, though it’s clear that even with the ignition turned off, a new flame sets itself alight, hungry and potent. Those fresh embers scald and burn onto you in the shape of lips, spreading and spreading, though the wet dousing of tongue doesn’t help, rather, it only helps the heat spread with alarming speed.
Fuck the backseat.
Nevertheless, that swiftness is a testament to the nature of her kisses, sweet but punishing, aggressive but comfortable, her body leaning over the border dividing the two of you until your arms loop under and hoist her petite frame over the line; straddling is as natural to her as breathing, her hips plastered against yours, even if messily, like calculated splatters of paint on a canvas.
The seat can’t slide back fast enough, though if you’ve waited seventeen months across an entire ocean, what’s a handful of seconds more over the distance of a few feet?
Only after does space become less of an issue, though that’s not to say it isn’t still one. At least, the softness of her hair distracts you from the cramped corners, the bump of your knees against the dashboard as you subconsciously try to raise them.
“Fuck,” she hisses into your mouth, gasps when your hands find purchase away from her face, grasping and roaming over her back and body until the curve of her ass presents itself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re beneath me.”
Your cheeks flush red as you contemplate the simple fact that you’d just been catching up with her over dinner three hours ago, playful and bright and crazy and god something just clicks—
Logic strikes a harsh note in your perfect harmony, and a strangled groan draws itself out as she grinds down hard, teases your crotch with the fabric of her clothes; you freeze.
“W-wait,” you croak, your throat dried up and crackly. “I d-don’t have any...any, um, condoms, I didn’t think—“
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she interrupts, lets a finger gently shush you. Her eyes twinkle in the gentle darkness of the car, the rest of her body a mere silhouette weighing down on your torso, a steady pressure on your cock that leaves you squirming and breathless. “You haven’t earned that right yet.”
Another slow roll, a billowing wave of lazy pleasure that surges through you as her pussy soaks through her clothes, her panties, teases the throbbing length of your cock through your pants.
“Yet?”
You hardly manage a smirk; she makes it a point to clearly exercise her control over your body, though you’re certainly not oblivious to the sweat that gives her skin a new sheen, adds an extra layer of humidity to the sweltering climate inside the car.
“First date, dummy,” she scoffs, only to choke into a gasp when you take the initiative, buck your hips up into hers; she tips forward, lets her forehead come to a rest against yours and suddenly you’re sinking, sinking, sinking into those brilliant orbs, flickering all over your face. “Y-you can’t expect everything.”
The lightest scent of wine lingers on her breath as she pants, just rubs and rubs and rubs, over and over in your lap—neither of you are in a rush, after all. Why shouldn’t you let that tension build, let the dam swell, let your sanity stretch until you can restrain yourself no longer?
In a way, you’re almost reluctant for change, hesitant to shift Yeonhee from her perch upon you, though she clearly disagrees; while the night may be long, it is not infinite. A slender hand caresses your cheek, brushes along the bridge of your nose as she sinks down for another mind-numbing kiss. You can practically feel your brain short-circuiting with the wetness of her lips, the flick of her tongue in your mouth.
“S-so what can I expect?” you mumble into her mouth, the taste of her lip gloss spreading itself over your tongue.
When she pulls away this time, that change comes. Her legs lift from the sides of your pelvis and she turns, leans her back against your front, one arm circling around to pull your head down to her once again.
“You’ve got hands,” she teases, and her grasp suddenly entwines itself through yours, lifts it so that you’re palming a sensitive breast, squeezing the delicate mound beneath your palm and she’s suddenly just a little less put-together, a little more freeform, her legs rubbing together from where they rest directly between yours. “Maybe we can play this by feel.”
Where she lacks in volume she makes up the difference, squeaking in surprise when you tweak a nipple, yelping when you knead a little harder, downright mewling when your hand finally slips under her pants, finds a stiff bud of nerves and presses; her eyes can’t help but close, her lips cracked open slightly. But her hips are the most elegant of all, sloped and sculpted, perfectly tapered off in your lap to brush just enough against your pants without truly granting you release.
“Fuck,” you grunt, before your lips find something better to do in sucking on the soft skin of her exposed neck and collar.
What little control remains shatters as Yeonhee raises her arms, quivering all the while as she practically tears off her jacket, her shirt underneath, her bra. You’re more than happy to help her discard it all until she whines, bucks her core harder against your teasing fingers. Her haughtiness evaporates, leaving behind only sweat and slick, her desire bared in the form of her naked back pressing against your clothes—it only makes you hug her tighter, leave a deeper mark on her neck.
If your vulgarity bothers her, she doesn’t show it, settling for sinking deeper in your lap, relishing the knuckle-deep burial of your finger into her, laughing almost incredulously at the jolt of pleasure that races through her body. Such a smile quickly shifts back to yearning, back to confusion; she’s searching, searching, but what for?
So you guide her. In and out. In and out. It almost feels like a funeral march with how slow your rhythm pulses, trapped in an adagio of anguish.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please.”
And it’s not really a plea. Certainly not. You’re simply giving, giving, giving until she can’t take any more. There’s no leverage, no advantage state, even as she’s glazed over from her eyes to her smooth tummy, billowing like a loose sail in the breeze, stretching and contracting like a spring over and over and over again. The laws of her body rest in the tips of your fingers, but you have no intention of hesitation, no want to prolong her sweet suffering.
So you acquiesce.
It’s easy, of course, to simply pump faster. Now her clit simply meets the flat of your palm as you bury your fingers inside of her, nip at the edges of her ear, tug on her hair. And so the world spins, rolls within the confines of her head as chocolate irises unfocus, then close; her hands scratch at leather seats, claw at your clothed forearm, while her head tilts into the crook of your neck, limp.
“You’re so wet,” you hum against her, press soft, oddly chaste kisses to her temple. “So fucking wet and pretty.”
“G-god, I...I want...”
She pouts, licks her lips weakly as one eye opens just a crack. Clearly, words are beyond her current faculties, and even her hips, her walls stutter with every moment, with every breath.
“I know,” you whisper. “I know. I’ve got you, okay?”
The tightrope stretches tighter, the bowstring drawn taut as your other hand comes down to rest over her clit, a gentle press, swirl, rub, and she keens softly in tandem; each cry is an ember of a past both of you are eager to reignite, the mark of a history that ties you together in this moment. Even as she unravels, comes undone slowly, surely, the thought strikes you, brings a tiny smile flitting over your face amidst the need and lustful carnage.
She’s no less elegant now as she was when you left.
Then the dam breaks, shatters. The softness of her voice, long gone, grows only hoarser as her peak wracks her body with sobs, with semi-fulfilled cries; yes, the prophecy has been satisfied, the conditions met, but not quite. The both of you know this incantation, this informal affirmation of belief is not yet over, even as she pants and pants and pants, her breath dusting along your shoulder, the fabric of your shirt marred with the mark of her teeth. Even with your clothes to bite down on, she can’t help the shriek that flows out from past the flood, that high of ecstasy that rushes past clenching walls; it all utterly wrecks her, wracks her body, turns her into a quivering, shaky mess, dead weight on your lap.
You can only hold her tight, continue your ministrations until she shifts uncomfortably, until her tremors finally devolve into small aftershocks, until her warm gaze returns to lock onto yours, to give you a look so vulnerable you can’t help but hold her closer, smell the lilac in her hair, press a kiss to the crown of her head.
And now, even now, with shaky limbs and a body as limp as a marshmallow, she giggles.
“I missed this.”
Ignore the ache between your pants, a tightness that only seems to grow more irritated the more stagnant Yeonhee sits. “Leave it to you to weasel out another free meal from me.”
“Hey!”
This time, she laughs, her eyes narrowing into a haughty glare, though toothless in nature. A gentle slap on the chest graces your body, and you can practically feel your heart jump within your ribcage; those palpitations are only enhanced, further enamored when her lips curl into a pout.
“What? It’s true, no?”
She looks away, sheepish and shy, and though her cheeks redden, it’s her eyes, those accursed, glittering jewels that you’re captured by; mischief brews deep within, slowly bubbles to the surface as a soft hand traces down your front and you’re acutely aware of her body shifting, moving, sliding down until she’s practically on her haunches bracketing you once again.
“Let me make it up to you.”
Intrinsically, you know why she’s there. You know why she’s hunched over, her back arched to fit in such a tiny space, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she scans your midsection, studies the embarrassing protrusion. It’s the prophecy again, an exchange of faith, a reacquaintance of your bodies that’s finally coming full circle.
In her eyes, you can almost spot a speck of pity, a mildly condescending sort of sweetness; aw, you poor thing. The words, however unspoken, are apparent when she gives you a gentle squeeze, and her eyes stare into yours with a careful attentiveness. Does this feel good?
Her questions demand responses, and yet, only when her fingers slowly tug at your pants, reach underneath to soothe the entrapped stiffness of your cock do you manage to open your mouth, manage to speak through a quiet groan.
And yet, only when her fingers slowly tug at your pants, reach underneath to soothe the entrapped stiffness of your cock do you manage to open your mouth, manage to speak through a quiet groan.
“Yeonhee,” you sigh. Her name falls from your lips on instinct, comfortable and solid, and she hums pleasantly beneath you, eyes shining up with gentle mirth as if to say I haven’t even done anything yet.
That much is certainly untrue, not with the way she moves, the way her hands move under your shirt and pants, caressing everything and nothing all at once, your cock throbbing so harshly that you feel as though your whole body might burst from the heat.
And already, your face grows heated. You can hardly bear to keep watching, though neither can you wrench your gaze away. Your fingers curl around the armrests of the seat as she slowly unsheathes you from your pants, makes quick work of them before placing a tentative kiss on the tip; still, you can only wince and wait.
“Not bad,” she murmurs, and finally, finally she permits a hand to curl around your shaft, to slowly inch up and down, up and down. “Not bad at all.”
Groan as your head pitches back, as she gives a tentative lick up, then around, then oh, oh—soft lips wrap themselves tightly around the girth of your cock and she gags, lets out an unseemly groan with you buried in her mouth as far as you’ll go.
The warmth of her mouth is only accentuated by the thick coating of saliva that greets you, and her slender fingers, ever attentive, squeeze at your thighs, reach around to your ass; she pushes and pushes and pushes, practically forcing you to sink deeper and deeper into the recesses of her throat.
“F-fuck,” you groan. “You look...god, so fucking good with my cock in your mouth like that.”
A blush paints her cheeks, rewards your praise, though she quickly surfaces with a gasp, a sheepish little smile. “Really?”
And her tone is disbelieving, almost incredulous as her hand stays coiled tight around your length, sliding up and down with the schlick, schlick, schlick of mixed precum and spit; her surprise is reason enough for you to shake your head, give her a heady look.
“You do, Yeonhee. You do,” you say softly. “You do all the time. You’re pretty. You’re fucking hot and sexy and cute and fuck, I...I just want to throw you up against a wall and take you right now.”
A bite of the lip. Her absent, empty hand reaches down between her legs and you can practically feel the parting of her lips, the sopping heat between them flaring up as she sighs, lets the brush of her breath skim along the edges of your aching cock. It isn’t fair, of course, with how easy it is for her to tease, to prod, to poke, but she does it anyway; dissatisfaction has a hard time manifesting with her hand squeezing the life and soul out of you.
She’s diligent if nothing else, her hand quickly replaced yet again with her mouth, hot and eager, so willing to work, to please; your eyes twitch with the faintest mist of tears though hers are the ones that roll back. She doesn’t surface even as she quivers with effort, as choked moans die in her throat, jammed down by your shaft. Her fingers work her own clit rougher with each passing moment, just as your hands start to gain purchase in her hair, hold her down just a little harder.
When she releases your cock with a gasp, a heavy inhale for air, her throat is enflamed and pink, her makeup ragged with tears and bubbly saliva, though still she grins, pumps your cock with a vigor that makes you cry out.
But she’s pensive, you notice. It’s the blush that paints her cheeks, the redness that shoots up her neck and tinges the corners of her ears, the coy little smile mixed with a healthy dose of shyness that tells you she’s thinking, thinking, thinking; then she’s rising from where she had knelt attentively at your cock, pushing you back into the seat with more tongue than lips.
“Do you,” she mumbles, breathless and flushing, “promise to pull out?”
Her words transport you back to another time, a different date on a different date, when her body was still as new to you as yours was to her. An era when college was still fresh to the both of you, and you hadn’t imagined following your dreams out of the country could possibly hurt so bad. Glassy-eyed but eager, your jaw hangs slack for a moment.
“I—yes,” you manage, and she grins. “Please.”
Her shoes clatter to the ground as she straddles you, teases the head of your cock with a soft thumb; you almost forget she’s wearing pants before she’s taking care of that too, sliding them down to her knees.
“Good,” she says. “I’ll slap you if you don’t.”
Then the torture begins anew; you groan as she glides over you, as suddenly the slickness of her pussy slips over your cock. It’s a reminder she’s just as desperate as you are, and her panties slide to the side with an easy tug, stained with tangy wetness.
“This...um, this is...”
Her head bumps against the ceiling of the car and she yelps as your hands reach around to grip her waist, to give her a soft squeeze; her expression turns sheepish, playful, then she leans back down.
“Sorry,” she whispers, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Still a klutz, I see.”
She pouts. “It’s not my fault your car’s so small! I’m used to working with more... luxurious conditions, you know.”
This time, you raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, so you liked the practice rooms then? The ones in the music building?”
“At least I could straighten my legs in those,” she scoffs, “and the lights made it easier for me to see you.”
Her hands cup the sides of your face gently as she stares down at you, her body a silhouette in the moonlight, under the streetlamp, and she cocks her head, tosses her hair over one shoulder with a heavy sigh as your cock sinks into her folds. You can only relish in the tightness of her pussy, your hands digging into her flesh; you hum. She hisses.
“Yeonhee?” Your voice is soft, unsteady, but one hand reaches up to caress her hair, her back. “If you need to—“
“I-I’m fine,” she groans. “It’s just...it’s been a while since, um, well, since I’ve done this. With anyone. With you. Especially with you.”
It takes a moment, but eventually she sheathes you deeply, encapsulates your shaft in her warmth, and you can’t help but pull her close, level her with the weakest glare possible.
“It’s been three semesters,” you mutter. “You didn’t have to wait for me. I thought we agreed—”
Yeonhee pulls away sharply, her gaze sharper. Now, it’s all business; needs must be met, desires must be satisfied, and hunger must be sated. When she speaks again, it’s almost in a different voice entirely, husky and impatient, less impetulant and cute than it is domineering and ambitious.
“Don’t worry about that,” she scoffs before her finger comes to your lips, shutting you up. “Worry about how much I want you. How bad I want you right now. I’m not waiting another date, not when you’ve already made me wait for a year and a half.”
She takes your hand in hers, guiding them down to her pussy, staining them in stickiness and liquid desire. You swallow down the groan in your throat.
“Feel that? That’s your responsibility,” she says, and her eyes bore into yours hypnotically. “And I’m done being patient.”
It’s a twisted kind of communication: body to body, mouth to mouth, cock to dripping pussy. But Yeonhee’s not a liar, not by a long shot, not with the language of her hips driving you insane. So warm. So tight. She fucks herself down onto you with all the gentleness of the truth, which is to say not at all.
The bounce of her firm ass tells some of this story—maybe some exposition, some worldbuilding—but the reality of the situation unravels inside of her, not soft yet not rough, a careful design to an imperfect universe. It’s just you and just her, connected at every point and with every inch of skin either of you can manage.
“Yeonhee...mm, Yeon—”
“I’ve waited so damn long,” she whispers against your tongue, “to feel this cock again. F-fuck, it feels...so good.”
Up. Down. Your eyes water from the pressure, the stretching of that rubber band somewhere in your brain as you hum and hum and hum, so desperate for more and so desperate for less. You want to explode, but you want this to last forever. You want to make her scream, but you also want her to savor her whimpers, her shivery breaths. You want to tell her you missed her too, and that you wish you could’ve felt this way every night.
But you can’t. The words jam in your throat. Maybe it’s her tongue that slams the brakes on your eloquence, but then again, maybe it’s the way you’re moaning louder than she is, muttering please, please, fuck, please over and over and over again.
“Nothing fills me like you do,” she murmurs. “Not my fingers. Not my...f-fuck, ugh, not my toys. You don’t know how much I’ve imagined you, how much I’ve dreamed of you.”
Struggle to respond, so you get stuck. Again. “Yeonhee. Yeonhee. Yeonhee, Yeonhee, Yeonhee.”
“So deep. So thick. Just enough when you—” she quivers, sighs as her walls clench in tandem with her falling momentum—“pound me up to my womb. So, so, so...”
She bites down on her lip when you push back into her; relationships are about meeting each other halfway after all. Your arms reach up, wrap around her back, pull her in closer so you can get better leverage. She squeals at the first thrust, moans at the second, softens into putty at the third until she’s limp against your chest. Take it as a point of pride and a token of motivation as her mouth weakly catches yours, lazy kisses pressed to the corners of your lips, the smooth skin of your jaw and neck.
But you’re not lazy. You pick up the slack, though she makes it hard and harder still, teeth teasing at your skin, sucking on your pulse point. Whatever. Your cock doesn’t need to think. Neither do you. No, the only thing that drives you know is habit, however long lost it is. Stir her up inside, feel the squelch of her walls around your cock. She whines when your fingers knead at her supple flesh, deliver a not-so-gentle spank.
She spares a glance up, though you’re unsure if its her eyes rolling or her head moving; regardless, she cups your cheeks in her hands to steady the unfocused bob of your own vision. Up, down, up, down, the fire burns brighter and brighter, memories grow more and more vivid as you add another moment to the collection. Another thrust and she’s reeling, you’re reeling, the world is reeling with something—something sweet, something desperate, something irresistible, and the word bubbles behind your lips, into her mouth while she whispers, “Yes, right there, right there, right there, show me how much you missed me, missed fucking this tight pussy.”
And you do, because you did. You missed her like the flowers miss the bees once they leave, in every waking and dreaming moment. Studying, eating, lying in bed, staring at your phone. And now she’s here—a damn miracle wrapped around you, holding you, loving you.
“Shit,” you groan, and she takes the moment to kiss you long and hard, her hips machine-like as she rides you into a brilliant sunset of white and orange and red.
Her legs split apart wider with every passing second, her walls slicker and tighter all at the same time. Lips clench faster and faster as she sucks into your mouth, her tongue sloppily pressing against yours. Yeonhee kisses you almost as hard as she fucks herself on your cock, which is to say needily, desperately, like the passage of time has grown all too slow and her own orgasm much too close.
“Please, oh god, please,” she whimpers into your mouth. “How...how...do you feel so good?”
You might even answer that, though she beats you to the punch with a wail, her legs quivering wildly as her body judders to a stop, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers clenched like talons around your face. Her mouth opens and closes, an ‘o’ frozen for but a moment until she stutters out a quiet oh, fuck and she’s coming; she collapses on top of your chest, a sweaty, panting, shaking mess of blinding ecstasy.
Your hands are lost for a moment, free in the air until they settle over her back; stroke up and down, gentle and soft until her breathing slows to a crawl and she's sliding your still-hard cock out of her wet, dripping pussy.
"Fuck," you hiss, and she laughs then, short and sweet, her hair swinging over her face as she slides back over to her seat. "Fuck, I wanted to fill you up.”
Her legs untangle stickily from yours, thighs dripping with a tremble. She shivers as she sits in her seat, the leather long since cooled off without her body heat.
A nod, and a gentle smile turns wicked.
“Then drive, darling. Take me home.”
A/N 2: Hello! Been a long while since I’ve posted. Recently I’ve had a lot of stuff to take care of, and life has finally stabilized enough for me to at least finish this. Hope you all are doing well, and I might be able to get more out after this one, though I won’t make promises I’m not sure I’ll keep. This one was pretty short and concise for the most part, and Yeonhee’s been rising on my list for a little bit so I kind of just felt like writing her (@ggidolsmuts is to blame for this). My future projects will attempt to expand my horizons, so continue to expect fresh faces to the lineup (I’m working on Honesty too, I promise). As always, send asks as you wish, and I hope you enjoyed reading!
'Blood. Food. Something unfamiliar. It's been like that for the last 2 weeks. I just wish I knew what it was.'
I was so lost in thought that I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going, bumping into a friend of mine from class. "Oh sorry Alice, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"
Quickly scooping her books quickly together, I handed them over to her as she laughed a little at my expense. "Y/n, its okay I'm fine. Thank you." Her brow creased a little as her expression became more serious. "Are you okay?"
For some reason, I never could meet her gaze, it gave me too much anxiety. "Um, yea..." Inhaling to steady my nerves, there was that strange scent again, "Yea, I'm okay. In the uh, loosest sense of the word."
An awkward pause, and I could feel many eyes landing on me as Alice went to speak again, the social tension and overwhelming presence of still bodies causing me to speak first. "Anyway, I gotta go, next class. See you around Al!"
Stepping around her, I quickly pushed through the crowds until I reached outside, and even then I didn't stop until I was clear of the few stragglers mingling outside the school. The weather was nice, not sunny but not cold either; the blanket of clouds keeping the air a comfortable temperature as I leaned against the wall of one of the dull buildings.
Inhaling deeply, I scratched around in my bag as I flung it off my shoulder, "C'mon where is it where is it?!"
Freezing, I closed my eyes as I heard footsteps approaching, there heartbeats crystal clear. "Hey freak! Looking for this?!"
I knew exactly who it was, and I had every reason to tear him to shreds; I really did. But then I would probably draw the attention of local authorities and that was not something I could afford. "Jonny, give it here. Unless you want to die?"
"Oh I'm so scared!" Raucously laughing as he took a step closer, "And what will you do to me? Huh?"
"You know, I never tolerated bullies." Without so much as opening my eyes, I flung my fist into his stomach, winding him and causing him to drop the ventilator I so desperately needed. "You little-"
His fists came flying, but met only air as I ducked and dodged, not willing to give in to my desires. Thankfully, I didn't need to as a sweet voice rang out and I felt John being thrown backwards. However, my relief was short lived as the wind exhaled and the scent of the person wafted up to my nose, her presence excruciatingly close. "I suggest you leave, unless you want trouble?"
"Are you okay?" I heard her turn to me, a gentle concern lacing her words. "You dropped this by the way. Are you asthmatic?"
I shook my head, grasping the ventilator as best as my trembling hands could, lifting it to my lips and inhaling the RC suppressant as it filled my mouth. "Then why do you have a ventilator?"
"Alice..." my voice was becoming raspy as I fought of the hunger, "Not a good time for questions."
As I took another puff, I rolled my eyes internally as she asked, "Why?"
"Because, Alice Cullen. I'm hungry and tired, now if you'll excuse me." Again pushing past her, I felt a twinge of guilt, sadness even.
'If you knew what I was...if I hurt you, I could never live with myself.'
***
"Y/n..." I called out, but he was gone. I felt someone drop down beside me, turning with a dismissive glace I shook my head at Edwards antics. "Boy problems, sis?"
"I just can't figure him out. He doesn't smell like a human, but at the same time he does. I can't see his future or his decisions. I can almost smell the blood on him. I keep bumping into him, I can't forget him. When we do talk he never looks at me, and..." Sighing softly, I shook my head turning away from my brother. "He never seems to be happy."
Edward was quiet for a moment, before his hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can't read his mind either, but I'm sure we'll figure out. Maybe this is the challenge you saw?"
"Maybe..." Watching Y/n's form retreating to his car, I watched as he threw his bag into the boot before he got in and pulled off. 'What are you hiding Y/n?'
***
Exploring the forest at night, alone; never a good idea. Especially if I'm in it, and you're a human. Gently whispering a passing prayer, I set to work on devouring the body in front of me. A suicide victim, I'd guess around 23 years old, male. It was better like this, I tell myself, less suffering for all involved. I heard a twig snap in the silent night, loud and clear through the air. "Who's there?"
Silence.
"I'm warning you, this isn't a fight you want..." A faint rustle to my left was the give away as I leaned back, leaving one leg in place as my assailant came hurtling out from the brush. Colliding with my leg, they tumbled as I tripped them, their body slamming into a tree. "How?!"
They sounded exasperated, slightly shocked, and most definitely angry. Smiling to myself, the rain that had been threatening overhead for a while now began to fall as I listed my head backwards, inhaling the scent of blood mixing with the smell of rain. "There is always a bigger fish."
My assailant lunged at me again, and I finally got a good look at them, a blonde with red eyes and a pale face. She looked vaguely familiar but that was not something I was committed to figuring out right this instance. Ducking under her swipes, I smiled softly as I caught her arms, that same unfamiliar scent filling my nose. "You're not gonna win."
Pushing her off me, I jumped up to where they landed, slinging my foot out as I slipped my hands into my pockets. The person flew through not one but 3 tree's, the old woods thundering under the blows as the fell apart. Slowly walking forward, I tilts my head slight at the female. "What a shame. Tis a pity; I would have happily shared. But no, why do we always have to fight first hm?"
My ears tingled at the sound of movement; jumping backwards as a large burly mass crashed down in front of me. "Don't you want to talk my good sir?"
Without looking up, I sighed as I dodged several attacks that were sent in my direction, the males voice gruff and familiar. "Leave her alone. Or I will tear you apart!"
"Oh is that so? Well then," Finally having grown bored of the dialogue, I blocked the male's strike with my shin, in the same movement sending him skidding backwards from a kick, "Let's dance shall we?"
Allowing my Kagune to break free, my vision in the dark became clearer as my right iris changed to its brilliant black and red, two pairs (so four) tentacle like appendages burst out of my lower back whilst two wings that moved like flames burst out of my shoulders. I found myself a little exhausted, but it was a minor problem for now. This fight, however, did need to end; and fast.
"Lets see how you handle me now, shall we?" Catapulting myself forward at the speed of sound, I stabbed the males leg, noting how strange it felt, and cutting his side before slamming into the female who had just managed to rise off the ground, leaving two nasty but shallow gashes on her back as I vaulted over her. When I landed and regained my balance, time seemed to resume as the reacted. I vaguely wondered if this was the first time they had sustained such injuries.
"Wh-what are you?!" The male was huffing as he lifted the female up and began to back away; I was happy to note the fear in his voice. "I am a ghoul, the apex predator. Now go, before I change my mind about sparing you..."
When I turned to look, they were both gone. Frowning, I'll admit I was disturbed by the distinct lack of blood, and at the speed they took off in. "Best hurry up and get out of here before they come back with friends."
Finishing off my feast, I took off into the night, heading home; now sated and refueled.
***
*Alice pov*
Edward, Bella and I had been playing a game of cards with Carlisle and Esme, I had an uneasy feeling about halfway through the game but couldn't place why. It wasn't until Edward jumped up, racing out to the door, that I realized what was wrong. Edwards voice flitted through the houses as the rest of us joined him. "What happened to you guys?"
Emmett heaved past him, allowing Edward to help carry Rosalie through to the lounge where he sat her down, only for her to hiss at him. "My back!"
Frowning as I helped her to roll onto her side, my hand clasped to my mouth as an unbidden gasp left my lips. Carlisle appeared beside me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the wounds. "Strange...Emmett, how long ago were these inflicted?"
He shook his head, a slight tremble in his voice. "I-I don't know, maybe twenty minutes ago?"
"You scared big guy?" Edward joked, but his smile fell abruptly when Emmett's gaze landed on him. "You have no idea what it was like..."
"What what was like?" I pressed, hoping to find out more.
"Being second in the pecking order." Rose's strained voice echoed in the still living room. "That...thing beat us like we were human toddlers...I should have just left it, it smelt off before I even moved against it."
"What did it smell like?" Carlisle spoke softly, but his eyes were calculating, trying to decipher a problem only he could know the answer too. "Half human, half non-human, I don't even know how to describe it. It smelt like ...blood and ice."
"Explain exactly what happened, everything." Carlisle sat in front of Emmett who launched into his story, from start to finish. When he finished, no one spoke for a good while; the only sound to be heard was the two of them sipping on blood bags, attempting to heal their wounds. "Did you see what he looked like?"
Rosalie nodded, "He had green eyes, before they became black, short black hair. Other than that, no."
I frowned, my mind working things over. The puzzle was so nearly complete, yet so infuriatingly difficult to finish; I could swear I knew who they were describing. The night passed in relative silence, Edward having taken Bella home at 11. I approached Carlisle sometime during the night, gently knocking on his office door. "Come in."
"Is something bother you Alice?" I sat in the empty chair, looking at my dad as he placed the book he was currently reading down. "Yea," Looking from the book back up to him, I shuddered a little, "I feel like I know who attacked Emmett and Rosalie."
He frowned deeply, "I'm sorry?"
Sighing I rambled out my suspicion and my explanation. When I was done, Carlisle clasped his hands pensively as he looked up.
"So this boy that you have in class, that you're always bumping into, that seems depressed; it's this boy you're saying could potentially be the culprit?"
"Sounds about right. But I don't get it, why do our paths always cross? And why did he attack them?"
"Well, the first part," He threw a smirk my way as he continued, "I'll let you figure out. As for the second..."
Taking the book that he slide over me, I read the passage he tapped on. "So he was defending his food?"
Carlisle nodded, getting up from his seat and moving to the window. "Indeed, and Rosalie attacked him first; it's a miracle either of them are alive. Ghouls were supposedly hunted to extinction, but I guess they've just become like we have. Underground, always on the move, and very cautious."
Sitting quietly, I took in Carlisle's words, gazing at the beautifully horrific image of a ghoul depicted in the book in front of me.
***
The next day at school, I kept an especially sharp eye out for my friend. When I did spot him, he seemed to have a little more color than normal in his cheeks. Making my way over to him, I saw his gaze fall just short of my eyes but I didn't worry about it now; I had a mission. "Hey Y/n, you're looking a bit better today!"
He smiled softly, a little flutter of nerves flitted through my stomach as his velvety voice reached my ears. "I'm feeling a bit better yea, had a bit of a long night. And you? You seem more bubbly than normal today. What are you planning?"
He had a certain smugness to his tone as my expression changed to annoyance. "You're no fun N/n."
He shrugged and chuckled, gently punching my arm. I could smell his scent, the blood, the ice, the humanity, but something more...something familiar. "Fine, yes I am planning something. I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over this afternoon after school?"
He tensed, and I saw him bite his cheek, before he nodded carefully. "Um yea, sure. That would be great."
"Awesome!" I smiled, relief flooding me as I turned to go to my first lesson. "I'll see you in the parking lot after school."
***
"Ah shit. What were you thinking Y/n?" My thoughts screamed at me as I waited near the parking lot for Alice. My class had been let out early, so there were few people around me, the cool breezing that would be bringing more rain later this evening a welcome feeling on my face. "So! You ready?"
Turning my head lazily, I was greeted by the lovely sight of Alice, her jacket over her one arm and a dazzling, soft smile on her face. Her infectious smile spread to me in a moment. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go. Do you want to go in your car and follow or-?"
"I actually walked to school this morning," I jumped in, my nerves getting the better of me. It was true however, and it seemed to be a massive convenience. Alice laughed softly rolling her eyes at me before she made her way over to her car, "Well come on then."
Once inside the car, I had a new appreciation for Alice's style, the music playing already was both good and unique, something I enjoyed listening to as we drove to her house. "Y/n?"
"Hm?" Humming I turned my head a little to show I was listening. "Are you nervous? You've been tapping since we left school."
"I guess a bit yea...No idea why thought." I said, shrugging a little; hoping my blush wouldn't reveal my heart. Truth was, I had a crush on Alice. But, it was stupid. Alice was the popular girl at school that everyone admired. She never dated anyone within the School, and wasn't shy to reject someone harshly, despite her gentle nature.
It was a miracle that I had even managed to become her friend.
"You don't have anything to worry about. I promise." Her voice was soft and reassuring, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
"C'mon, we're here." Jumping out of the car, I followed her in; quietly impressed with the house, stylish and clean, modern but conservative. She led me in through the front door into the open living space.
And I froze.
"Hi, I'm Emmett, this is Edward. It's nice to meet you at last, Alice has mentioned you a fair bit." The Burly man from the other nights encounter stood with his hand extended. Shaking his hand firmly, I smiled a little.
"Is it really nice to meet me at last?" I chuckled as they all frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
"Well, let me ask this," I said after I shook Edwards hand, turning back to Emmett, "How are you wounds?"
His eyes widened a little, but he persisted. "What wounds?"
Sighing massively, I decided the game was up; and allowed my iris to turn black. The gasps told me that they were surprised, but I was just as surprised by the lack of hostilities. Chuckling my gaze swept the group present. "No fists today?"
Thankfully, Emmett took it light heartedly, as he slung an arm over me. I saw Alice tense up a little before relaxing slightly, "No, not today. Sorry about that though, we thought were were another vampire and well..."
"Another vampire?" Now it was my turn to look confused.
"Yea, we are all vampires..." Alice spoke softly, a tone of hesitancy in her voice. I just smiled like a 6 year old. "Coooolllll!"
***
The afternoon had passed quite pleasantly. The blonde, who I learnt was Rosalie, was a little timid at first but became more relaxed as the evening came on. Carlisle, their adoptive father, was very interested in my story and specie; asking loads of questions. Esme was very polite; asking about my home life and living conditions. ('Oh, well it's just me. Dad left a large fortune that I've just invested and now everything pays for itself.') Edward was joking about how I gave a whole new meaning to having a 'black eye' and Alice was always nearby, hovering quietly, occasionally chipping in, but generally just observing.
"Okay, I think you've had enough of his attention now. Come on Y/n." Alice jumped up, her hand clasped firmly on my wrist as she pulled me away from the boys, and up stairs. I wasn't paying too much attention until she shouted down the corridor before slamming the door. "No Edward, don't even go there."
Giggling, I looked around her room, admiring the style of it, and the order. "You have a really nice room..."
"Thank you, sorry about no bed; we don't need to sleep so..." I shook my head gently, smiling softly at her, bashfully looking down. "Don't apologies, it's unique. Besides, I think it's cool."
"Thank you." She smiled softly, a quiet pause filling the space between us for a moment. "Y/n...why do you never look at me when we speak?"
The question took me a little by surprise. "Pardon?"
"Whenever we talk, you never look me in the eye, or even directly; its always a little off or not at all... why?" I felt her close the distance, her hand softly resting on my shoulder. Her touch, like always, calming but electric.
"Honestly, I don't know other than it's just been something really...stressful I guess?" Laughing sheepishly as I covered my eyes just a bit. I heard her huff before I was lead over to the couch, her grip firm but gentle as she made me sit, taking a seat opposite me.
"Please, please try?" She bounced a little as she pleaded, talking energetically and animated. Something I could never match. "Why?"
"Because Y/n," She sighed, leaning back, "I want to see your eyes, I want to know you're not afraid of me, that I'm doing everything right, that I'm being a good friend, that I'm not burdening you, that you're okay, that I-"
Every word she spoke, with a pain and frustration in her voice, hurt as they fell on my ears. 'Man up Y/n, just this once...I know it's your crush but like...'
"I just want to know why you're a siren, why your soul calls, why we keep; literally; bumping into each other, I just want to see you; and I know that you have anxiety and-" She had turned in her seat, now talking more to herself than me, facing the door. "Alice?"
My voice was soft, and I'm surprised she heard me as she continued, "I know, I know, I'm bat shit crazy and I'm over thinking and-"
"Alice Cullen!" Sharp and soft, my words cut her off, my hand gently resting on her shoulder. I felt myself swallow hard as my mouth went dry. 'God you're like a teen getting their first kiss Y/n.'
"Yea?" She snapped her head to me, and I finally had a good look at what I had only briefly seen. Her coppery gold eyes were so warm, so full, the worry that she had said too much clear in them as well as the silent apology. There was a tug at my heart, the sounds around us suddenly seemed so much sharper yet quieter, the colors far more vibrant than what should be scientifically reasonable. But above that?
Everything felt right. Like everything was going to be ok.
"You have really mesmerizing eyes Alice..." What meant to come out as a strong, affirmative statement fell off my lips as a whisper, my mind too occupied with the pair of golden orbs that were pulling me in, slowly and gently, ever so inviting. "Thank you, but yours..."
She shook her head a fraction, I could feel her cool breath gently brushing my lips now. "I think I should stop talking..."
A little chuckle left me, a small nod following as my eyes darted between her lips and eyes against my will. I don't recall the last moment, when I fell into her, when that little distance finally disappeared. All that mattered now was how her cold, soft lips felt as they pressed against my own, gently dancing with them. My mind, already fuzzy and incoherent with our beings melding together, became absolutely fritzed as her hands made their way slowly up my arm, my own fingers lacing themselves with her free hand. Every inch her hand crawled higher, up into my hair, was electrifying.
When we finally did part, she was leaning back, and I was hovering over her, her chest heaving softly.
"Wow..."
"Yea..."
"I didn't realize I could make a vampire out of breath?" Smirking smugly, she rolled her eyes, arms draped over my shoulders. "Shut up."
Leaning down to her ear, I felt her shiver as I whispered softly. "Make me."
Biting her lip, I could see there was a new fire in her eyes, but a soft happy smile adorned her face. "Alice...?"
"Yea?" Her face morphed into worry as I became shy once more.
"Do you want to...would you like to...I mean you don't have to but it would be nice if..."
"Y/n..." Gently her hands stroked me hair as she giggled softly. Blushing I took a deep breath, resting my head on her shoulder. "Right...would you like to be my...girlfriend?"
Silence.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have, I'll go no-" Slowly peeling myself away, I felt instantly guilty and stupid. After all, I was nothing to her, right?
"No. You will not go...not after that." She stated firmly, but gently as she pulled me back into her, "Y/n do you believe in soulmates?"
Nodding I pondered aloud for a moment, "Yea, I mean, definitely since what you've made me feel is different but so special..." I hoped my honesty wouldn't bite my hand.
"Well...us, as vampires, have soul mates, just like werewolves imprint on someone, vampires have soulmates. Carlisle described it as, 'your whole world tilts on its access, sounds and colors become brighter, and it feels like everything is going to be ok.' "
"And have you felt that?" I asked, curious to see if I was anything was special.
She turned her head to me, a goofy smile on her face, as she kissed me again, soft and sweet, sending my mind and heart into a wild loopdeloop.
"Yes...with you..." Softly her words were muttered against my lips, ever so quietly. Yet they fell like thunder, awakening my very soul, every fiber of my being was a light.
"And I would very much like to be yours, on one condition."
You awoke the next morning to Striker draped lazily over your torso; blankets casually nestled around both your waists. You gently caressed your fingers along Striker's scars on his shoulders remembering the conversation from the previous night. Striker shifted with a groggy moan as his eyes fluttered open to look up at you, a small sleepy smile spreading across his features.
"Morning," You offered returning the smile.
"Mornin'," Striker retorted
Laying together for a few more moments the two of you eventually decided to get up, taking turns at the shower before meeting in the kitchen. Settling down with some coffee both imps were simply wearing loose fitting jogging pants, scrolling lazily through your phones. Striker was the first to break the silence looking up from his phone clearing his throat.
"So, I was wonderin' somethin'," Striker started drawing your attention away from your own phone.
"Oh? What's that?" You asked arching an eyebrow curiously.
"How attached to this shitty place are Ya?" Striker asked continuing his train of thought.
"Um...not really...why?" You answered still highly confused by the line of questioning
"Well, I've seen Ya fight and Ya can hold yer own, so I was thinkin' perhaps you'd like ta join me...become a hitman," Striker explained taking a sip of coffee afterwards
"Really? You want me to become a hitman with you?" You asked in absolute disbelief
"Yeah, if Ya want," Striker shrugged casually
“I think I’d be an idiot to turn down that offer,” You responded with a smirk
Later that day you grabbed an old duffle bag that was in the bottom of your closet, packed it and followed Striker out of the apartment. The two of you walked into the landlord’s office where you tossed your keys on his desk explaining you didn’t want the apartment anymore, he attempted to argue with you when Striker stepped forwards shoving a knife into the desks surface. The landlord jerked in fear as the pale imp snarled angrily reiterating that you were leaving with him and the apartment was no longer needed, nodding furiously in agreement the landlord allowed the two of you to leave with no further issue.
Striker mounted Bombproof first then extended a hand, helping you climb up behind him and with a click of his tongue the stallion started off. The two of you rode till the sun was beginning to set at which point Striker brought Bombproof to a halt in the middle of nowhere, fields for miles. You helped set up a camp site including lighting a campfire allowing Striker to prepare some dinner for the two of you, after eating you settled down next to Striker who’d pulled out a guitar. Night set in with the two of you relaxing under the moon when the sound of rustling nearby caught you both off guard, Striker setting his guitar down to pull his pistol from its holster followed by you doing the same and getting into a crouching position. Staring out into the darkness Striker’s tail began to rattle as a warning to whomever might be trying to sneak up on the two of you.
Through the darkness lunged a bulky male demon with scaly, navy-blue skin, 5 sickly green eyes and spikes that protruded from his body in various areas. Striker’s smirk grew wider flashing those sharp teeth of his as his tail rattled louder with a deep hiss erupting from his chest. The demon gave a snarl in turn barreling towards Striker who got off a shot however it missed as the demon dodged out of the way, lashing out with a long whipping tail that smacked Striker’s pistol out of his hand. The pale imp growled irritably before lunging at the hulking demon using his smaller stature to slink around the behemoths form. You meanwhile used a little trick that you’d not shown off yet, focusing your scales began to ripple eventually turning you invisible allowing you to quietly slip around the brawling duo of Striker and the demon. Removing your cloths to become fully invisible you situated yourself in the darkness to hide the pistol you were currently holding as you couldn’t make it invisible.
Striker managed to hold his own well unfortunately his maneuvers were taking a lot more out of him then the ones the demon were making leading to a single lapse in judgement that earned the pale imp a punch to the face. Landing on his back Striker clutched at his cheek with a grunt of pain when a shot rang out followed by the demon giving a grunt then crumpling to the ground revealing a gunshot to the back of his head. Striker’s eyes grew wide as you emerged from the darkness slowly becoming visible again, butt naked. Kneeling you put your pistol on the ground to help Striker sit up, eyebrows knitted together in concern at seeing the red mark on his cheek already swelling.
“Are you alright?” You asked still ignoring your naked state
“Yeah…I’ve never seen Ya do that before,” Striker stated, arching an eyebrow towards you.
“What? Oh, the invisibility thing… yeah, I can manipulate my scales to blend with my environment unfortunately I need to be out of my cloths,” You explained caressing your fingers lightly over the mark on Striker’s jaw making him wince.
“I’m not complainin’,” Striker chuckled
“Ha-ha, I’m sure you’re not. Hold still…I’ll get dressed and get you something for that,” You instructed pointing at Striker’s cheek.
You got dressed then grabbed some herbs from your duffle along with a mortar and pestle, grinding the herbs into a paste while Striker watched on in fascination. You smeared the concoction onto a cloth then handed it to Striker instructing him to place it on the injury which he obeyed with out argument. Settling back down the two of you fell into silence for a while until Striker broke it that is.
“Yer far more interestin’ then I could have ever guessed,” Striker commented absently as he pulled the cloth from his face.
“Ha, you have no idea,” You retorted with a laugh
“I look forward to figurin’ it all out,” Striker scoffed with a smirk
“Hmm, I look forward to informing you,” You smirked back
Scooting a little closer to Striker, you leaned in till the two of you shared a gentle kiss. You looked forward to the adventures the two of you would have despite the potential danger
Scenario: from the beginning, you and Veronica weren’t the best of friends. The two of you were the total opposite. Her being the daughter of Hiram and Hermione Lodge and you, being from the south side where there was crimes, drugs, and the serpents gave you a bad image especially the way you acted and dressed like greaser/biker type of person. From the beginning you two were bound to find each other annoying but later on became friends. But what happens when one day you finally got the courage to ask her on a date and on that night over at pop’s you see her laughing and having a good time with Archie?
There you were, standing there with a bouquet of roses, looking over to your left as you watched Veronica who people either called 'V' or 'Ronnie',the girl who when you first met, found as another of those snobby little rich princesses but who would later change your perspective of her and eventually grow on you and befriend and lead you to unexpectedly fall for her. There she was, sitting right next to Archie, who you considered your close friend, someone you trusted, there he was sitting right next to her, they were both laughing and seemed like they were having a good time. He knew that you had a thing for V, so did Betty and Jughead. You had told the crew besides Veronica of course that you had feelings for her. This was something you wouldn't admit to at first since from the start, you and Veronica weren't the best of friends, in fact you two would get on each other's nerves and found each other to be non-compatible. Her being the little princess of Hiram Lodge and you? You were simply another of those greaser type of guys from the south side of town, all rough and rugged.
"Shit, you know what? This was a bad idea" you muttered to yourself and quickly left the bouquet of roses on the table with the note you left for Veronica to read and left Pop's. This garnered the attention of Archie and Veronica, Archie saw you leave a bit pissed and sad and mentally slapped himself since he knew that you must have got the wrong idea and was talking to Veronica to pass time since you were running a little late and once you got there, he would sit from afar to make sure things would go smoothly between you two since you weren't really the romantic type.
"Crap, he left!" Archie said as he got up as he went up to where you left the roses.
"What? I thought he would be here any minute. Why would he leave?" At that moment, Veronica saw the bouquet of roses that you had brought her and picked them up carefully and was taken back by how beautiful they we're. A note had fell from the roses and she picked it up to read.
"(Y/n) must have got the wrong idea when he came in, man, I really done it this time and messed it up." Veronica felt a bit bad since you had asked her on a date to pop's and had Archie observe just Incase you needed that extra support since you could become a mess when it came to love. She took the note out of the envelope and began to read it.
Dear V,
I've got you these red roses, since red roses stand for passion, desire and true love. You know I'm not that good at these type of things but I want to say is that I want you, I desire you, I desire your love. It's funny how at the beginning I would have never thought about ever being with you or even catching feelings for you but it happen. So please give me this chance, let me be with you, let me win your heart.
-Sincerely yours truly
(Y/n/n)
"Ohh (Y/n)-kins....." Veronica was surprised by the note. She was hoping this little date between you two would lead to you both getting together since she herself was hoping you would make the first move but I guess that chance was ruined from a misunderstanding. Veronica grabbed her small purse and the roses and left to go maybe find you over at your place.
"Archie-kins, please give me a ride over to (Y/n)'s place. I have future relationship to save." She said with a determined smiled. Archie agreed and gave her a ride over to the south side were you stayed.
Over with you, you were outside of your house smoking a cigarette thinking if Veronica still had feelings for Archie and if she was simply giving you false hope. You knew the two had history together since you had witnessed their relationship and everyone else who knows them. You finished the cigarette since you knew that was one thing Veronica did not like you doing and had always bugged you about since she hated the smell and knew it was bad for you. As you threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to stop it from burning more, you heard the sound of the truck coming in on your driveway and the lights glaring at you then you seen it was Archie with Veronica, she gets off with the roses you got her and starts walking your way with a sad expression as Archie leaves.
"Look (Y/n), I'm Very Sor-" you had stopped her knowing what she was going to say.
"Look V, it was foolish of me to ever think that I would have a chance with you. I thought we had something going, I mean, the reason I asked you out to pop's was that I want to be with you." You said.
"I figured. I was actually hoping it would end to that." She said as she handed you the note that you had left for her when you would give her the roses.
"You know the other night when I took you back to your place? When we were about to kiss? I thought to myself that you had moved on from Archie and that I now had a chance with you but I guess I was wrong. I guess you still have a thing for Archie. I seen you two over at pop's together laughing and having a good time when I was walking in for our date." She went up to you and grabbed your hands.
"You have it all wrong (Y/n), it was a misunderstanding. Archie was talking to me since he was waiting on you to come since he would be observing things would go good for you and simply wanted to pass on time by talking to me."
"Oh really? He told you that? Pfft, I didn't need his help." You said trying to seem all tough.
"Oh really?~" She said smirking.
"Yeah really." Still keeping you tough macho act.
"Well he told me that you weren't so great with romance and wanted to make sure his friend wouldn't mess up.~"
"So you really mean it? You're over Archie?" You asked.
"Yes I am, we're just friends now. What do I have to do to prove to you I'm telling the truth?~" you smirked and pulled her close to you and leaned in for a kiss. She was surprised at first but eventually melted in to the kiss. The kiss lasted a bit but pulled away before things got too heated since you two were outside of your house and your neighbors would see.
"Wow (Y/n)-Kins, I didn't know you were such a lover boy and would make the first move.~" She said as she looked lovingly into your eyes as you still had her in your arms.
"What can I say? I know a thing or two when it comes to romance." She giggled at you on how you were acting.
"What do you say (Y/n), we go back to my place and celebrate our new profound love? My parents are gone for the night and It'll just be the two of us alone having fun.~" you smirked and knew what she meant.
"Sure, hop on my bike and let's head to your place.~" you gave her another kiss and the two of you got on your bike. You turned it on, revved it a few times and sped away to your next destination with Veronica holding on to you you. You were happy knowing that you had finally got her. What turned out to be enemies getting on each other nerves, turned out to be love. Who knows, maybe all that annoyance that each of you had for each other was actually pent up tension between you two that needed to be released so you two could get together. All that matter was she was yours and you were her's now nothing more.
rq: vinnie is eating his bf out until one of the house members knocks on the door. in vinnies eyes, that doesn’t mean stop! he picks up m/n, brings him to the door, and makes him open and talk with it slightly cracked. also getting ate out like his life depends on it.
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it started off as a normal Saturday morning. you woke up to the sun peeking through the dark blinds, filling the room with a dim light. feeling a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, you stretched slightly, rubbing your eyes. you slightly scoot your position, giving yourself access to face your sleeping beauty, vinnie.
a small smile crept onto your face as you examined his sleeping figure. his lips slightly parted as he let out a soft, small snore. you softly placed your hand on the side of his cheek, caressing it slowly as some of his blonde hair fell onto his face. his face scrunched a little as be begin to stir, seemingly starting to wake up.
his eyes opened, blinking a little before coming to reality. he smiled a little, noticing your face. “goodmorning sleepy head.” you said with a smile, your thumb still caressing his cheek. “mornin’ handsome.” he replied, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. he pulled you closer towards him, resting his head on top of yours.
you both stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s soft breathing. “mh.. alright vin, we gotta get up, we have a lot to do today.” you said, your voice slightly muffled from his chest before fixing your position. “c’mon..” he groaned, “we can’t stay in bed for a little longer?” he asked, still holding you close despite you trying to get out of his arms.
“no..” you replied, mocking his groan. “we have errands today.. and we still needa eat breakfast..” you said, before feeling his hand slide down your back. vinnie smiled to himself, gliding his hand towards your ass, pulling you close until your bodies were touching. “i have my breakfast right here in front of me..” he said, whispering in your ear before kissing your cheek, down to your neck.
“mh.. vinnie, not right now..” you said, slightly trying to pull yourself out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. deep down inside you, you were kinda hoping he wouldn’t. “c’mon, baby, we can.. do those errands later.” he said, inbetween kissing your neck. you huffed slightly before laying down on your back, giving him easier access to your neck… and your entire body as you ran your hands through his messy curls.
vinnie was practically worshipping your body, kissing down from your neck to your stomach, lifting your shirt up before you pulled it off. soft little moans left your mouth as Vinnie continued to leave kisses over your body, before moving to the hem of your sweats, looking up at you for confirmation. you gave him a quick nod, giving him consent as he pulled the strings from your sweats, making them loose.
he quickly slid them off, along with your underwear, leaving you bare. “now this is a breakfast I could eat any hour of the day.” he teased, really having a way with his words. “shut up..” you mumbled, a small smile creeping up on your face as you felt your cheeks burn a small shade of red. “just speakin’ truth.” he shrugged, pulling you closer to him by your legs.
you wrapped your legs around him, feeling his breath against your entrance as he leaned in. Before you knew it, you felt his tongue lick against your hole, gaining a small moan from you. Your hands intertwined with his hair, grabbing a small chunk as he continued to eat you out. “fuck.. vinnie..!~” you cried out, slightly squirming around.
he grabbed your thighs, keeping you in place. the way he moved his tongue made you feel like you were in pleasure heaven, but that feeling was quickly taken away with you both heard a knock on the door. vinnie groaned a little “can’t I enjoy my breakfast in peace?” he murmured to himself. just before you could say anything, an idea popped into vinnie’s mind. an idea that probably wouldn’t be very ideal for you..
you let out a little yelp as you felt vinnie pick you up and bring you to the door. “vinnie, what’re you doing..?!” you whispered before he set you down. “i’m not letting a stupid interruption ruin my meal. so, go on, answer the door. i’ll just.. get back to eating.” he whispered with a small smirk. before you could protest, there was another knock on the door.
you groaned a little as vinnie got onto his knees. rolling your eyes, you cracked open the door. “yeah?” you asked through the crack. “er.. why do you have the door cracked open?” a voice asked from the other side.. the voice none other than thomas. before you could respond, you felt vinnie’s tongue against your entrance once more. you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, denying a moan that could’ve came out if you weren’t quick enough.
“u-uh, n-no reason..! vinnie’s sti-ll sleeping, just don’t w-wanna wake him up, y’know?” you tried your best to speak properly, but the way vinnie moved his tongue made it very hard to do so. “oh..? uh, okay.. i guess.” thomas replied, not really seeming to have believed you. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to contain any moan that dared to come out.
“uh, anyways, do you know if vinnie’s gonna wake up anytime soon? gotta ask him somethin’.” thomas said through the door.. little did he know vinnie was already awake, eating out his precious little boyfriend with no shame. “d-dunno.. soon.. s-soon, i’d assume..” you replied. It was getting harder and harder to speak, and even more harder to contain your moans. you were just praying that his conversation would end sooner than later.
but, vinnie wanted to make things more difficult for you. alongside eating you out like you were a full course meal, he slid his hand towards the base of your cock, smearing your leaked pre-cum all over it. biting your lip as hard as you could, a small whimper managed to leave your mouth. “everything okay in there, m/n?” thomas asked, seeming to have hear your whimper. “Y-yeah, yeah, everything..- e-everythings fine! l-look, i’ll let you know when vinnie’s awake, o-kay?” you replied, trying to play it off, as well as trying to end the conversation as quickly as you could.
“alright, well… i’ll talk to you later then. breakfast is already made, it’s in the microwave, just heat it up.” he replied, before you heard footsteps retreat. “W-will do, thanks!” you said, before quickly shutting the door, letting out a loud moan that you so badly wanted to let out. “took him long enough.” vinnie said against your hole. “fuck you..” you groaned, resting your head against the door.
“oh, don’t be like that. i’ll make it up to you.. right now.” vinnie said.
although you weren’t facing him, you could see the smile vinnie had on his face. you wanted to punch the man, but once you felt his cock slap gently against your ass, you made the decision to beat his ass later.
warnings; 50% sub/dom vinnie, handjob and oral (both vinnie receiving), unprotected sex
✧ of course vinnie can’t end his special day without a special treat..
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a/n: I know I said an ethan landry fic was coming but since it’s vinnie’s birthday y’know i had to make a special fic for him <3
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the music blasted loudly as people danced, some with drinks in their hands. everyone was drunk or close to being. everyone except you, as though you gulped down a few drinks, you weren’t exactly lightweight and didn’t want to drink until you passed out. someone, of course, had to be sober enough to watch over your boyfriend during his party, and that person just so happened to be you.
you watched vinnie party and dance with his friends, his vest he’d worn before the party started had been removed and his shirt was unbuttoned a little, revealing the tattoo on his chest. to be honest, the sight before you did turn you on a little. i mean, who wouldn’t?
vinnie’s eyes somehow landed on yours through the crowd and he gestured for you to come over. you pondered for a moment, a small smile forming on your face as you got up from your seat, walking over to vinnie. his once styled hair had been messed up, but only a little bit. sweat glistened from his forehead and chest as pictures of him were being taken.
“baabe, c’mon, get that pretty ass over here!” he yelled, seeing that you were coming closer. you laughed a little but cringed on the inside, knowing he’d meant it in a jokingly, funny type of way. once you finally were in vinnie’s reach, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer as he yelled and sung with his friends. you decided to let loose a little more, joining in with him.
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after a night of dancing, yelling, and singing happy birthday to vinnie, it was finally time to go home. seeing that vinnie wasn’t sober enough to drive, you were the one behind the wheel. the car ride home you both talked about the party, vinnie describing every detail and memory he had made.
“obviously, the best birthday gift is sitting right beside me though.” he said with a smile, squeezing your hand.
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once you two finally got home, you both kicked your shoes off, “uhhg, finally..”, you groaned. “i had a great time but damn am I tired..” vinnie said, placing the bags of gifts he’d gotten on the table. you both walked into your guys’ shared bedroom, vinnie quickly removing his button up.
you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in his still lingering cologne. “did you have a good day today?” you asked, rubbing his chest. he replied with a hum, falling into your touch. “did you enjoy your gifts?” you asked. “mhm.. especially yours of course. best gifts of them all.” he replied with a smile.
you hummed before an idea suddenly popped into your head. of course you had to give vinnie the best gift to end his night. “well.. what if I told you I still had one more gift for you..? a suuuppeeer special one..” you said in almost a whisper, your hands gliding down from vinnies chest, stopping at the hem of his pants.
you could feel vinnies breath hitch a little, but he didn’t stop you. “and i’ll take real, real good care of you, okay? you won’t have to do a thing.. that sound nice?” you asked, moving your lips closer to his ear as you waited for a response, messing a little with the zipper on his pants.
“…yeah.. yeah, that sounds nice..” he finally responded, his voice a bit quieter than usual. usually he wasn’t one to become more of a sub during sex, but he was tired and the thought of you doing the hard work made him want it even more. you hummed, “lay on the bed.” you said, to which he complied, laying down on the bed while fixing his position to be more comfortable.
you sat at the edge of the bed, your hands sliding over his abs before they reached his pants. you unzipped the zipper on his pants, pulling them down alongside his underwear, revealing vinnie’s semi-hard cock. he let out a small groan, feeling his cock hit the cool-breeze as it twitched slightly.
you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly stroking him as his cock became harder through your touch. vinnie let out small groans and whines as you stroked him, smearing his pre-cum over his tip with your thumb. “that feel good, baby?” you asked, your pace picking up only by a little bit. he nodded quickly, “so good..” he breathed out.
you continued stroking him, his cock now completely hard in your hand as it occasionally leaked pre-cum through his tip. vinnie continued to let out little noises, his eyes half opened as he watched you. “please.. your mouth..” he whined softly, his eyes looking up at you then back down at his cock. “what was that, vinnie?” you asked, pretending like you didn’t hear him the first time.
“shit, use your damn mouth.. please..!” his voice sounded more desperate as he repeated himself. you smirked a little, letting out a small hum as you leaned down, licking his tip before replacing your hand with your mouth. vinnie let out a louder groan, placing his hand on back of your head. he slowly began thrusting his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his length.
“yeah.. j-just like that, baby.. mhm..!” he whined, his other hand gripping the sheets as you bobbed your head, tasting his pre-cum every couple of minutes. your mouth continued to make noises around his cock as you sucked, vinnie occasionally pushing your head down to fully take him.
“shit.. s-shit, m’gonna cum!” he warned, groaning louder as you hollowed your cheeks. he let out a loud “fuck!” before you felt his load shoot down your throat, making you gag a little bit as he held your head in place with his hand. you swallowed what you could, only a little bit of his cum spilling out the corners of your mouth. he panted, letting go of your head as you came up for air, wiping your mouth with your arm. “fuck baby.. that was good..” he said tiredly, almost out of breath.
he was about to get up, but you stopped him. you pushed him back down on the bed as you straddled his waist. “ah.. you didn’t think we were done, did you?” you asked, rubbing your hands along his chest. vinnie froze a little, “i-.. uh..” he said, his eyes lowering to your lower half. he saw that you were in your underwear and he felt his cock only grow hard again.
you rubbed yourself against vinnie’s cock, causing him to let out a moan. “m’ already prepped so.. no having to worry about that..” you said with a smile, sliding your underwear down to reveal your ass. you grabbed his cock, stroking it a little before guided it to your hole. “w-wait..!” vinnie said, stopping you. “what about a condom..?” he asked, seeing that this was the first time you’d both be having unprotected sex.
you smiled a little at his words, “I don’t want a condom this time, vin..” you replied, sinking yourself down onto vinnie’s cock, causing vinnie to let out another moan, this one being louder than before. “f-fuck, whatever..!” he groaned, placing his hands on your hips as you began bouncing up and down on his cock.
you let out soft moans and whimpers, resting your hands on his chest for support as you continue bouncing. “fuckin’ hell.. can’t get enough of you..” vinnie groaned, starting to thrust his hips, causing his cock to slam into you. you moaned loudly at the feeling as his cock hit your sweet spot.
one of his hands gripped the back of your head, forcing you to lean down as he captured your lips in his. all that tiredness seemed to have gone away as he began to pick up his pace, his cock slamming into you. you both let out moans and whines into the kiss, your noises of course being louder than his.
“m’ c-close..!” you whined against his lips, feeling that sensation slowly begin to wash over you. “f-fuck, same.. you want it outside?” he groaned, feeling his thrusts get more sloppier. you immediately shook your head no, wanting to feel every drop of him inside you. “i-inside!” you said, to which vinnie’s eyes widened a little. “a-are you sure? we-..” you quickly cut him off. “God, fu-fuck vinnie, yes, m’ sure! please!” you begged before seeing vinnie nod his head, “okay..”
his thrusts began to get more and more sloppy as you both grew closer to release. “m’ gonna cum! f-uck, fuck, fuck!” you whined before feeling yourself finally release all over vinnie’s chest, painting it with your cum. a few seconds later, vinnie emptied himself inside of you.
you crashed onto his chest, your cum getting all over your own chest as well. you both panted, the exhausted feeling quickly washing over the both of you. “now that… that was the best gift from today.. and some amazing sex..” vinnie said in between small breaths, the room smelling of sweat and cum.
“i think… i think it’s time for me to sleep..” you mumbled against vinnies neck, your eyelids growing more and more heavier from exhaustion. “mh.. still needa shower, baby..” he responded, kissing the top of your head.
“i’ll go get the shower started.”
a/n: tbh my grammar and stuff really started going downhill towards the end of this fic because I got super tired 😭 but i hope u enjoyed
