pairing: jim hopper x reader
summary: jim hopper has always had a strict rule with el - to keep the door open 3 inches whenever mike comes around. but when he brings his new girlfriend around to meet el, he's surprised that she tries to apply the rule to him too.
wc: 2k
cw: reader described as younger but not inappropriately so, allusions to sex, kissing
Honest to god, it’s truly not your fault that you keep finding yourself in such close proximity with the Hawkins chief of police. Truly, you don’t know if you’re just feeling a little full of yourself, but you suspect it’s actually the other way around. What started with a spilled coffee on your way to work and the Chief pressing layers of napkins straight onto your torso had escalated into awkward realisation as he pulled his hands off your body. You had laughed at the look on his face, reassuring him that he was fine as you tried wiping your hands down too. And somehow, that ended with you seeing him every couple of days in a new scenario, Hopper raising his eyebrows in surprise every time he laid his eyes on you and approaching you for a friendly conversation.
Then, as things often do, these friendly conversations turned into familiar touch that always had goosebumps rising onto the surface of your skin. It wouldn’t be useful for either of you to deny the fact that there was something going on between you, especially after you shared a passionate kiss in the most popular bar in town and everyone had immediately been made aware that the Chief of police had a younger woman hanging off his arm.
However no matter how much you tried taking your relationship to the next level, it seemed impossible. You had tried just about everything: dinner at a nice restaurant where you had been interrupted by a farmer who was accusing his neighbour of poisoning his plants, insisting that Jim take action as soon as possible. You had also tried dinner at a much less fancy restaurant, hoping you wouldn’t get caught out by people you know in the dark diner. But an urgent phone call was all it took for Jim to have to return to work, smiling apologetically at you and offering to drive you home. Sure it had been worth it when he hopped out of the car and chased you to your doorstep, cupping your cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. But when your desperate measures had rendered date night in his police car late at night with burgers and fries eaten from a greasy paper bag, you knew you had to think of something better.
The solution was obvious. Someone’s house on a weekend. However, the second you bring it up to Jim, he hesitates like he’s hiding something from you. “You know about El.” He states, scratching his beard with one hand as though he’s weighing the pros and cons for himself. You nod, readjusting the way you’re sat next to him. “She’ll likely be around. She might be a little guarded.” He says, reaching to put a hand on your thigh.
“I’d love to meet her.” You mumble, placing a hand over Jim’s. The poor man is so clearly having an entire argument to himself in his mind, so you reach over to press a kiss to his cheek, adding “And we can also come to mine.”
Hopper doesn’t like that you’ve given him a second option. It would have been easier to turn down the offer you had presented him so he could ask to meet at your house instead. But here you are, sitting patiently as you wait for Hopper to tell you where he’d prefer to meet. You could meet El, because of course she’d like to see the woman she knows her dad is seeing, and she’d love you regardless. But the two of you haven’t even slept together. Would it be better for you to spend a night in private, completely child-free so you could evolve your relationship before getting El introduced?
A fluttering kiss on his cheek snaps Jim out of his daze. He glances over to you, softening at the concerned expression on your face. You didn’t want to be putting this much pressure on him for a simple date.
“Come meet El.”
Jim didn’t think his words were that big of a deal, but he watches in real time as you smile widely, pushing yourself up so you can catch his lips in a passionate kiss, and he immediately knows he’s made the right decision.
The sun has set long ago when Hopper leaves the cabin to pick you up. He doesn’t want to trouble you with the confusing trip, and chances are you might not go back home tonight at all. El was jumping with excitement when he left her, so he’s feeling highly positive about the whole experience, imagining her picking out which of her two dresses to wear for you. Unlike El though, your nerves are overtaking the excitement you feel. When Jim knocks on your front door, he hears scrambling on the other side before you yank it open, hand immediately turning into a fist around the fabric of his collar so you can tug him inside.
The door shuts loudly behind him, and you spin around quickly, asking “Is this okay?” Hopper smiles fondly, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him, and he nods. “Yeah, honey. More than okay.” You nod, walking up towards him and placing your hands on his chest. “Will you still like me if tonight is a disaster?”
Jim hums, large hands smoothing down the sides of your waist. He lowers his face so he can nudge the side of your nose with his when he replies “Yeah I will. I know it won’t be a disaster, though.” He’s expecting your kiss before you launch it at him, a hand immediately reaching up to play with his hair. Jim slowly walks you back to the front door, laying you flat against it while he deepens the kiss, hoping for it to soothe you. When he breaks the kiss, he keeps his forehead touching yours, mumbling “You gonna be okay?” When you give him confirmation, he gives your butt an encouraging pat, nodding towards the car outside.
You spend the entire car ride with one of Jim’s hands on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. You try remembering what a twelve year old kid looks like, and how you’re supposed to talk to them, but Jim is unlocking his front door before you even find the answers to all your questions. El is waiting for you both on the other side of the door with inquisitive eyes, and lips that immediately stretch into a smile when she sets her eyes on you. You’re without a doubt the prettiest woman she’s ever seen, and you’re holding hands with Jim the same way she holds Mike’s hand.
“Hi El.” You say, crouching down to her height. “Wow, you are so stunning.” You tell her, gazing over her brown curls and the pretty dress she wears.
“Stunning?” She echoes quizzically, and you nod, explaining “Like beautiful, but way more.” El giggles at your words, cheeks growing pink, and she mumbles “You are stunning.”
Jim pulls you back up before his daughter can see you cry, his hands securing on your waist. You bring your own hands to his biceps, smiling at him giddily. El observes the movement, and immediately notices how close and comfortable the two of you are together without really knowing what it means. She does understand that her dad is a closed off man, and she sees that he’s open around you, so it’s all fine by her, and she scrambles to sit as close to you as she can when Hopper guides you to the couch.
He leans in close to your ear, stage whispering “Unfortunately, I had to promise El we could get pizza for her to agree to this.” El smiles softly as you laugh at Hopper’s comment, entirely aware of this detail already.
“Are you and Hop girlfriend-boyfriend?” El asks, and you twist your body to look at his face, smiling to yourself when you notice how lovingly he looks at you and El. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Do you also have to keep the door open three inches with him?” Unaware of what El is talking about but quick to put the context clues together, you take Jim’s squeeze to your thigh as a yes. You nod at her, quickly looking back and forth between your boyfriend and his daughter, double checking that you were giving her the correct answer. “Yeah. That’s the one rule everyone has to follow, right? Boyfriend-girlfriends keep the door open three inches at all times.”
A kiss to your cheek lets you know you did well, and El nods begrudgingly at your response, disappointed at what you’ve told her. You don’t expect to have to actually apply this rule though, especially once El has gone to bed, unable to hold out any longer. She had made you promise that you’d come back to see her again before finally retreating to her room, leaving you and Jim alone in the living room. Despite the sweetness of the night still lingering in the air, he’s quick to escalate the energy in the room to above PG, his hands sliding across your body and bringing you closer to him. He slots his lips onto yours, and you sigh as he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, poking his tongue at your bottom lip.
Your hands come up to hang on the back of his neck as he slides his tongue into your mouth, and you shuffle on the couch so that you end up straddling him. Jim breaks the kiss for a short moment, taking the time to look at you before reconnecting your lips. His arms secure around your waist and he stands up with you in his arms, blindly guiding you somewhere behind you and against a wall. You make a pleasant noise as the wind gets knocked out of you, and Jim brings a hand up to feel the wall, as though it’ll tell him where to go next.
Miraculously, he whisks you in the right direction, one hand leaving you to meet the doorknob as he reaches it, landing you both in his bedroom. He shuts the door, grumbling when it slams, and you push at his chest so you can turn around, looking around his room nosily. His hands quickly find your hips, and he noses along the curve of your neck as you look around, mumbling “Nosy.”
You hum happily, escaping his touch so you can climb onto his bed, turning around to look at him when you’ve planted yourself in its centre. Jim looks at you with raised eyebrows, and you shrug your shoulders innocently, giggling to yourself when he stalks over to you, climbing over your body with his lips catching yours, arms keeping you trapped beneath him. You bring your hands up to cradle Jim’s face, moaning when he parts his lips to press open mouthed kisses against you.
But in that instant, you both receive karma for the lies you’ve told the younger girl, because the door creaks open, and a tired voice calls out “Three inches.”
You and Jim jerk away from each other, letting the kiss break with a wet noise that is infinitely too inappropriate for a twelve year old girl, but El seems unfazed. “Yeah honey, sorry, I forgot.” Jim says, meeting El at his door. She looks between you as he tells her to go back to bed, then looks straight at you as she asks “Can you bring me to my bed?”
Clambering off Jim’s bed, you nod as you slip out of Jim’s room, taking El’s hand in your as she walks with you. You let her into her room first, and you risk a glance back towards your boyfriend, swallowing thickly when you see him taking his shirt off, hands going to his belt next. When you return, you’ll be met with a nice surprise, but it’ll be difficult to keep things quiet with the door open three inches.
(it's funny because i was gonna post this before leaving to go write in a coffee shop, but i got distracted and didn't post it, but now 1 of these fics is done and i'm gonna start on the other)
in honour of me trying to write 4 fics in 2 days to complete my august schedule, here are the fics i’m going to write tonight for all my wlw queens
-tashi x cheerleader reader who has her wrapped around her finger at stanford
-kara visits clark during his lunch break, and takes an interest in one of his coworkers
now for the real message: i'm gonna lock in and write tomorrow because i want to have my august schedule fully complete, so if anyone has good fic ideas they might want to see, please drop a request before like noon tomorrow (gst time)
(it's funny because i was gonna post this before leaving to go write in a coffee shop, but i got distracted and didn't post it, but now 1 of these fics is done and i'm gonna start on the other)
in honour of me trying to write 4 fics in 2 days to complete my august schedule, here are the fics i’m going to write tonight for all my wlw queens
-tashi x cheerleader reader who has her wrapped around her finger at stanford
-kara visits clark during his lunch break, and takes an interest in one of his coworkers
now for the real message: i'm gonna lock in and write tomorrow because i want to have my august schedule fully complete, so if anyone has good fic ideas they might want to see, please drop a request before like noon tomorrow (gst time)
anyways just a reminder that i do not allow any of my fanfics to be put on c.ai. please do not steal my content simply because you think chatting with an ai bot is more fun than reading content made by an actual human. read a book and stop ruining the planet with that b.s
pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader
summary: you thirst after your girlfriend's biceps during a party. james and sirius notice. lily ruins a moment by making sure you're not using your girlfriend for sex.
cw: suggestive content, kind of invasive lily/james/sirius, can't remember if this is proofread
wc: 1.7k
Where you went wrong was thinking you were being slick, but even James and Sirius had noticed the way you’d been looking at Marlene. You’re allowed to thirst after her seeing as she is your girlfriend, but you would prefer if not everyone at the quidditch after party was aware that you were waiting to get a moment alone with her.
A teasing call of your name has you sinking into the couch’s thick cushions, but you turn to face James and Sirius anyway, feeling your face grow hot when they giggle as you meet their eyes. “It’s not often that you don’t want to dance.” Sirius comments, nodding his head at you. You huff, turning your shoulder to him as you cross one leg over the other. You turn your gaze towards Marlene again, swallowing thickly at the sight of her. Her blonde hair is wrapped in a ponytail, tank top tight against her torso, exposing the thick muscles of her biceps as she moves.
It’s a little unfair that she’s having so much fun, leaving you to sit on the couch all worked up as you wait for her. But you won’t be the envious girlfriend, watching as she entertains herself with her friends and teammates. You stand, tugging at your dress so it covers more of your thighs, but just as you intend to leave, Marlene turns around, lips melded into a wide grin. She spots you instantly, leaving her friends so she can meet you across the room, bringing her hands to your waist and her lips to your forehead when she reaches you.
“Hi sweetheart.” She mumbles as you bring your hands up to rest on her biceps, fingers tightening around them momentarily. You lick your lips, smiling up at her, though you feel yourself grow shy under her gaze when Sirius and James’s loud laughs reach your ears. You flatten yourself against Marlene, resting your head on her should so you don’t have to make eye contact, and she spins around with you in her arms so she can look at Sirius and James, who make kissy faces at her. “What’s going on here?” Marlene asks you in an amused whisper, and you lift your head up, pressing a little kiss to her jaw.
“I’m gonna go upstairs, okay? Meet me when you’re done.” Marlene’s eyebrows furrow when you remove yourself from her, giving her a once-over. Marlene lets out a breathy laugh, quickly grasping your waist again and pulling you back flush against her chest. “I’ll come with you. Party’s over.” You giggle quietly, letting Marlene guide you up the stairwell and into her dorm, where she seats you on her bed before joining you. She places a hand on your thigh, watching your expression carefully. She doesn’t do anything, waiting patiently for you to begin speaking to her. It’s usual, seeing her girlfriend so quiet and motionless, but before she knows it, you’re shuffling on your knees to get closer to her until your legs touch her thigh. You push Marlene back a little bit, prompting for her to sit back against her pillows, and she obeys, hands open and ready to receive you.
You carefully crawl onto her lap, and Marlene smiles as you take a seat there, your fingertips trailing against her skin. You tug twice at her shirt, and Marlene raises her arms so you can pull it off her, leaving her in a tight sports bra. She observes the small smile on your face, eyes going slightly wide when you lean down to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
You shake your head stubbornly, letting your lips move down Marlene’s arm. You pause at her bicep, letting your tongue jut out to taste her before sinking you teeth into the cushiony muscle. Marlene laughs, though there’s a flush climbing up her chest and settling in her face. You move your lips to her other arm, repeating the same treatment of randomised kisses across her arms. You wrap your hands around Marlene’s forearm to lift her arm up, and she lets you bend it at the elbow as though to flex her bicep. Upon giving you a pleading glance, Marlene tenses her arm, flaunting the muscles to you.
At the sight of you biting your bottom lip, Marlene chuckles, asking “Is that what this is about? You like my biceps?”
“I don’t think the word ‘like’ brings it justice.” Marlene huffs in amusement, lowering her arms so she can drag you higher on her lap. One of her hands reaches up to cup your cheek, and she brings you forward to slot her lips against yours. You hum in satisfaction as your girlfriend kisses you, letting her keep the kisses chaste so she can keep pulling away to look at your face. Once she’s gotten her fill of the shyness grazing your face, she hooks her hand onto the back of your neck, messily licking at your lips when she kisses you. You part your lips, giggling into the kiss when she eagerly flicks her tongue into your mouth. You can taste the alcohol in her kiss, but you don’t mind, especially when she tightens her arms around you and rolls you both over so she lands on top of you.
You swallow thickly when Marlene glances down between your legs where your dress has ridden up and your panties are on show, but she quickly looks back up with a smirk, hands smoothing down the sides of your thighs to ease your dress higher up your legs and over your hips. “Can I?” She asks, though she’s already hiking your dress up your torso before you even nod. You arch your back so she can slip the fabric up higher, shimmying it over your shoulders and above your head. Marlene licks her lips as your breasts come free, and she tosses your dress onto the floor before her hands come up to fondle you. In turn, you bring your hands up to Marlene’s arms, tracing abstract shapes on them. She lowers herself onto you, keeping eye contact with you as she juts her tongue out to lick your nipple before enclosing her mouth around it. Your mouth parts as a gasp leaves you, and Marlene chuckles around you as you bring a hand up to play with her hair.
A loud knock on the door causes Marlene to jump away from you. She digs the blankets out from under you so she can quickly cover you, turning around just as the person knocks again. You feel your breathing hitch when Marlene’s back muscles move as she runs to the door, poking her face out and looking outside. “Hey, the whole team is taking a photo together, do you wanna come down?” Marlene nods, quickly glancing back between you. Lily, who’s stood in front of Marlene, glances at her dorm mate and smiles to herself.
“James and Sirius weren’t wrong, were they?” Lily asks, causing Marlene to shrug rightly, her shoulders raised to her ears. “What did they say?”
“Said that girlfriend of yours was ready to climb you like a tree.”
You straighten up in Marlene’s bed, tightly clutching the covers over your chest. “I did nothing of the sort!” You argue, and Lily’s laugh echoes deep into the room and down the hallway. Marlene chuckles, running into the room to pull her tank top back on. She presses a lasting kiss onto your lips before running down to the common room. She says she’ll only be a few minutes, but you know it’s a blatant lie.
Lily doesn’t let the door shut behind Marlene, instead making eye contact with you from across the rooms. She folds her arms over her chest as she walks inside, kicking the door closed behind her. You blink quickly, unsure what your girlfriend’s best friend wants to do with you, but it becomes pretty clear once Lily rounds the bed to sit down on Marlene’s nearby desk chair. You make sure the blanket is secure around you, keeping your arms locked on the fabric.
“You’re being good to her, right?” Lily asks, crossing a leg over the other. You nod quickly, absolutely terrified of the girl i front of you. “You’re not taking advantage of her or anything?”
“Advantage?” You splutter, shaking your head as you say “No! No I wouldn’t do that. I really like her, you know?” It’s not like you and Marlene have only been together a couple of weeks for Lily to be asking these protective questions, but in the three months you’ve dated her best friend, she hasn’t had the opportunity to question you. “Okay,” She mumbles, nodding. “Because, you know, if you hurt her-“
“I’m not gonna hurt her!” Lily seems satisfied at your flustered tone, so she nods again, standing up. “Good, because she really likes you.”
The door opens again as Marlene runs in the room, shirt halfway off her body, but she halts in her step at the sight of you and Lily. “Everything okay here?” She asks, and you nod quickly, eyes wide, while Lily smiles at her friend and casually leaves the room. Marlene looks back at Lily as she makes her way over to you, climbing over you on the mattress. Marlene presses a kiss to your lips, ready to continue whatever was going on between you, but you don’t reciprocate, mumbling to her “Your best friend is fucking terrifying.”
Marlene eases the blanket down from your chest, fingers already running down your sides as she asks “She ask some scary questions?”
You snatch the blanket back up, jerking away from Marlene as you huff “She do that often?” Marlene grins at your obvious jealousy, twisting her head so she can press a wet kiss to the column of your throat. “No, but she warned me she would do with you when I told her I loved you.” Marlene laughs against your neck when you gasp loudly at her confession, amused by you acting like she’s never said those words to you before.
unpaid marketing internship, 9-5, lady gave me the full posting schedule for august and i had to edit all of the videos + record some new ones. it was to promote their products and most videos were taken in landscape even tho it was for social media. i have a lot of editing experience from film obviously but she was so fussy that in the time i could edit 10 videos, i editing 1 on the first day. she kept wanting me to change things that i couldn’t do because of how poorly she filmed the shots for the content (shaky, bad lighting, constant movement)
day 2 i edit like 6 videos in the morning, not a single person interacted with me. she then asks me to ai generate content for the videos, and when i told her i don’t have experience ai generating things, she said “it’s okay you’ll learn” so i procrastinated instead because i refused to use ai. then she comes around and tells me to pause that work and re create reels from other creators that sell the same types of products as this brand. i filmed it and edited it quickly, then she asks if i used the same sound as the other video. i said no, because the sound was an original one from the other company and it might be weird if we took it from them. she said to run it by an instagram sound extractor and put it on top of the video so that it wouldnt show that the sound belonged to this other company, and it would instead look like it was their own one. (aka plagiarism)
anyway, i’m not going back LOL unpaid 9-5 where you’re giving me your whole workload and asking me to go against my own line of ethics? no rhanks
I saw u were open for marvel requests, does that include x-men?? If so can u write something for Scott Summers or Kurt Wagner pls🙏 Something fluffy or whatever u feel like honestly!!
okay you might hate me for this because i know i said i was open to basically any marvel but the only x-men movie i've ever seen is wolverine origins
pairings: bf! art x reader, bsf!tashi x reader, gf!tashi x bf!patrick
summary: no one is ready to go to sleep yet after a party, but luckily for all, tashi has plans in her dorm and stories to tell. there's one in particular about the two of you playing doubles at ucla that has the boys particularly intrigued.
cw: very brief smut but as a past event, exhibitionism (?), light intoxication, like this is definitely a steamy fic but i don't really know what warnings to add
wc: 1.6k+
Your hand is tightly clasped with Tashi’s as you skip down the street in the direction of your dorms, giggling and joking with each other as you speed away from your boyfriends. Patrick and Art chuckle quietly to themselves, the beers they’ve shared not having nearly the same effects on their bodies as the alcohol you’ve consumed has. Neither one of the boys are ready to go to sleep, but it’s clear that you and Tashi aren’t leading them to a bedtime story — perhaps instead more chaos.
It doesn’t really matter to you where you end up, but Tashi clearly has a destination in mind, carrying a near empty vodka bottle that she snatched from the house party’s kitchen that she’s now swinging by her side. She spends too long looking for her key card on her body before realising that Patrick is the one carrying her purse. When she turns back, she finds Patrick holding the card up in the air, but makes no move to get closer to him, instead slumping against the wall whilst she waits. Her hand shimmies itself out of yours, instead running along the line of your back before settling around your waist.
Patrick scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully when he reaches the two of you, pressing the card against the sensor so the door can unlock. Art is the one to open it, and Tashi immediately drags you through it, picking up her step so the two of you can reach her dorm before your boyfriends. You climb onto her bed with Tashi pressed right up against your side, immediately opening the bottle of vodka in her hand and passing it over to you. Giggling, you bring the bottle to your lips, knocking it back so the liquid can reach your lips. You shut your eyes tightly when you swallow, then press the bottle into Tashi’s hands.
“Okay, music first.” Tashi announces, stretching forward to reach her phone, but you yank her back towards you just as the door opens. Tashi laughs loudly, asking “What is your issue?” as she leans back into your arms. You settle your chin on her shoulder, mumbling “Attachment issue.”
“Wow, thanks babe.” Your head snaps up to catch Art walking towards the bed, an unimpressed expression on his face. You giggle, separating from Tashi, but she settles a hand on your thigh to stop you from getting too far. Both Patrick and Art catch the movement, but they scan the rest of the room, and just as Art begins towards the armchair in the corner, Patrick rushes past him and throws himself onto it. “Oh fuck off.” Art groans, but Patrick smirks, patting his lap for your boyfriend who settles on the wheely desk chair instead.
“One of you put music.” You demand, turning towards Tashi again. She chuckles, tilting her head and asking quietly “Remember our doubles game at ucla in freshman year?” You lick your lips, nodding at her. How could you forget? One big win and a night on an estranged campus with the best friend you had made at college. You and Tashi spent a whole night jumping from bar to club to house party and creating fake story after fake story until you ended up in your hotel room, the coaches in the room next door and completely unaware of where you had been all night.
But you and Tashi were still filled with adrenaline, and there was still so much fun to be had. “Does Art know?” She asks you, and you pull your face further from hers, echoing with a teasing smile “Does Patrick know?” Tashi’s scoff tells you everything you need to know, but when you glance towards the two boys in the room, you find them both staring at you with curious expressions.
You meet Art’s eyes, blowing him a kiss. He returns the gesture, and Patrick lets out a little noise of disgust, saying “Don’t keep your secrets between the two of you, come on.” You scoff, turning towards Tashi, and she smirks at you, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “You can tell them.”
“You’re the one who brought it up!” You gasp, jerking away from her. She rolls her eyes, mumbling “I have to do everything around here.” Despite the expectant boys in the room, all Tashi does is bring the bottle of vodka to her lips, then pass it on to you. You follow her movements, and Tashi laughs loudly as you greedily chug the alcohol, immediately cringing after.
“Are you really gonna tell them?”
“Why tell them when I can show them?” The surprised laugh that leaves you is cut off as Tashi cups your face with one hand, bringing you closer to her so she can press her lips against yours. You immediately forget the two men sat in the room, despite the way Patrick immediately cries out “Woah!”
It’s been so long since Tashi’s kissed you, but it feels so familiar to have her lips on yours. One of her hands trails your waist and presses flat against your back, dragging you closer to her as her mouth dips open, tongue jutting out against your lower lip. It’s a small movement that Art catches from across the room and he swallows thickly, glancing sideways to see Patrick’s expression. To no one’s surprise, Patrick has already leaned further into the armchair’s cushions and spread his legs widely as he licks his lips, enjoying the sight in front of him. Two best friends and their girlfriends making out in front of them. It’s beautiful.
Art chuckles to himself, but he’s immediately silenced when you make a pleasured sound. He finds Tashi with her hand on your breast and a smirk on her lips as she kisses you, hands pushing you so you land on your back against her sheets. She climbs atop you so naturally that Art can only begin to think you’ve done this more than just once before. It’s different — seeing you like this. Usually, you’re the one casually leading Art’s movements, but you’re so pliant in Tashi’s hold — it seems she has that effect on everyone, not just Patrick.
For a short moment, you wonder if Tashi's going to snake her hand into your panties or throw your legs over her shoulders and press her mouth to your cunt like she had done long ago. The thought makes you gasp into the kiss, and Tashi steals the noise you make, tilting her head to the side so she can deepen the kiss. She misses your taste, and she's not talking about your lips, wondering if Art and Patrick would be okay with watching her drown herself between your thighs. She knows she'd be okay with it. But the two of you have a doubles tournament soon, and maybe you can reminisce your shared memories then, when she'll have you settled above her, making you work for your own orgasm as you rub your clit onto hers. Oh, what a night it was that you shared.
You roll Tashi over on her own mattress, landing her two inches away from the edge of her bed. Tashi’s hands immediately move over to your ass and you giggle as you lower yourself down onto Tashi again. Art shifts uncomfortably as his trousers tighten around his crotch, but when he risks another glance towards his best friend, he finds him pressing a palm down on his erection. Art scoffs loudly, and Patrick turns to meet his eye, winking at him softly.
You break the kiss with Tashi to straighten up, giggling loudly as you swing your leg off her to settle down onto the mattress next to her, reaching for the bottle of vodka. Tashi begins sitting up with a baffled expression, and Art can’t help but chuckle to himself as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, eyes glued to you whilst yours are boring into your boyfriend’s. Tashi pushes herself close to you, and you giggle, glancing at your best friend with a special twinkle in your eye. "Come on, tell them about what really happened." She whispers to you, and you shake your head stubbornly, licking at your lips. "It's embarrassing." You say with a wide smile, and Tashi playfully rolls her eyes. She doesn't mention that it's not embarrassing to have sex with your best friend, and that both your boyfriends used to give each other handjobs, instead letting herself believe that Art might be threatened by the idea of Tashi giving you better head than he does.
Art grins whilst you hop off the bed, beelining towards him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders. He grips your hips, easing you down onto his lap when you lean in to kiss him, tongue immediately delving between his parted lips. You tase like alcohol more than anything else, and he’s slightly jealous that Tashi got all the taste of your sweet lipgloss.
Patrick’s groan is loud, but doesn’t break the drunken lust in the room, so Art wraps an arm around your waist, standing up with you in his arms. He glimpses at Tashi, who has her arms crossed over her chest, and he can’t help but feel that she’s envious you chose him in that moment. “Some girl on girl action? Ucla must have been lucky to have you.” Art comments, and you giggle, pressing a hand against his cheek before tugging him in the direction of the door.
“Ucla isn't the only lucky one around - come on baby.”
Art grins, waving a hand back towards your friends and suggesting “Let’s do brunch once everyone wakes up tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay!" Patrick calls back, already up and joining Tashi on her bed. She grins at the teasing look in his eyes — as though he can see right through her — and lets him lay her back on the mattress, where your glittery body lotion has left its mark.
"So you gonna tell me everything you did to her or am I gonna have to guess?"
