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marlin academy. 

the finest coed boarding school that alabama had to offer. they had a specialized program that was perfect for you. it would open doors for you—doors into ivy league universities. 

so, your parents coughed up the cash. it wasn’t much, not for them at least. and besides, you were their only daughter, their special princess. they would do anything for you. you were supposed to take over your dad’s company when he got too old and couldn’t lead anymore.

they had it all planned out. or so they thought. 

most of your life was spent being homeschooled by private tutors. your parents shielded you from anything that could ruin your chances of a clean record. they were certain marlin academy would be good for you, but they were still terrified. 

they were right to be terrified. 

“have you seen the new girl?” eric asked francis during a game of pool. eric was losing majorly, and his last chance at winning was to distract francis. 

francis lined up his shot before answering. 

“no,” he responded before he hit the ball into the pocket with ease. “is she cute?”

“oh yeah,” eric nodded. “she’s this innocent little thing, y’know? she bites her lip when she thinks, her skirt is a little too short, but she hasn’t noticed it yet.”

“seems like you’re into her,” francis chuckled. he moved around the table to where the cue ball ended up. he lined up another shot but missed. 

“shit,” he hissed. 

“i actually think you’d like her,” eric replied. francis raised his eyebrow and smirked. 

“really?” he asked. he was curious now. 

“she’s just your type—speak of the devil,” eric said, nodding towards the door. you entered the common room with your roommate next to you, deep in conversation. you were both carrying textbooks.

eric was right, you were just his type. francis watched as you and your roommate made your way through the room towards the library. his eyes stayed on you the entire time, not even noticing when eric took another chance after he missed his shot. 

even after you both had left, he was still in a trance. eric elbowed him, snapping him out of it. 

“huh?” francis asked. eric burst out laughing. 

“god,” he said, comically wiping tears from his eyes. “you got it bad.”

francis’ cheeks went red. he shoved eric lightly and scoffed. 

“whatever, man,” he replied, rolling his eyes. he moved around the table to get the perfect angle of the cue ball. 

but he couldn’t help but glance towards the entrance to the library. 

francis later found out that you two had some classes together, namely history and literature. he also found out that your room was down the hall from his. 

he started to sit next to you in the classes you shared, something that did not go unnoticed by spangler. 

“i see you enjoy coming to class now,” spangler commented to francis at the beginning of class one day. francis nodded, a sly grin on his face. 

“yessir. i’ve suddenly found great use in these classes,” he responded. when he said that, he glanced at you, effectively bringing a blush to your cheeks. 

after class, he more often than not found himself walking you to the library. 

“hey, i was thinking,” he said one day. “i kinda get confused in this class. i was wondering if you could help me?”

you eagerly accepted. who wouldn’t, you thought. francis was cute, and he always smiled at you and stood up for you. he would pass notes to you in class, calling you pretty.

you were excited to tutor him. 

in the library, in a secluded corner, you and francis sat side by side. you were close, your thighs touching every so often. the subtle contact always made you feel warm inside, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint the feeling. 

all you knew was that you were enjoying the extra time with francis. 

and he enjoyed it too. was he learning anything? no. but it was worth it to watch the way your mouth moved as you explained historical events he didn’t really care about.

it was worth it to get closer to you. 

eventually, the accidental touches turned purposeful. he would sling his arm around you when he walked you to and from class. during your study sessions, he would nudge his knee against yours in attempts to distract you.

and it usually worked. 

francis started to become a bad influence. you found yourself skipping class just to sneak off campus and go to some random fast food place with him. you also kept your skirts short deliberately, and you left more buttons open on your shirt to reveal the slightest bit of cleavage.

all because francis said you looked pretty like that. 

you called your parents often, updating them on what was going on at school. they asked if you were making any friends, and of course you thought of francis. you never mentioned him though, and you also never mentioned how close you were getting with him. 

when you two weren’t off campus, you were in his room. your tongues were down each other’s throats as his hands roamed places you’ve never let anyone touch before. but it never went further than that. 

you always stopped it. 

to be honest, you were nervous. you had never gotten this close with a boy before. you didn’t want to scare francis away.

but you wanted to be honest with him. 

“francis, i need to tell you something,” you nervously said while “studying” with him. not much studying was being done, you two were goofing off in the library and cracking jokes. 

“what’s up?” he asked. he was scared, noticing your demeanor change from playful to serious. 

“i wanted to let you know since we’ve been getting kinda close,” you said, playing with the hem of your skirt. you gnawed on your bottom lip, thinking about how you wanted to say it. 

“go on,” francis urged. “we don’t have all day. it’s almost lights out and—”

“i’m a virgin,” you blurted out, cheeks turning red. he stared at you blankly, and you almost crumbled. then, he smirked at you. 

“really?” he asked, raising his eyebrow. you nodded, avoiding his gaze. 

“i’m sorry, i just wanted you to know because i always stop when things get heavy—”

you were interrupted by the sound of the alarm, signaling to you that it was almost time to return to your dorms for the night. francis helped you get up, his touch lingering a little longer than normal.

before you two parted ways to go into your rooms, he kissed your cheek. 

“this doesn’t change anything by the way,” he said, reassuring any nerves you had. you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. 

“i still like you for you, and besides,” he leaned in close to your ear, his lips barely grazing the skin. 

“it’s kinda hot knowing i’m your first everything,” he whispered. he pulled away with a lopsided grin. 

“goodnight!” francis said, turning to walk to his room. he knew exactly what he was doing. you were left dumbfounded at his words, redder than an apple. 

you were thankful your roommate had gone home earlier that weekend because you did not want to explain to her why your face was so red. 

francis was also thankful your roommate was gone for the weekend. 

you quickly got ready for bed, putting on a tank top and a pair of shorts. you tended to stay up later than most people would, which is why you were surprised to hear a faint knock on your door in the middle of the night. 

you tiptoed to open the door, and to be completely honest, you weren’t surprised by who you saw. 

“francis,” you hissed. “what are you doing?”

you moved out of the way as he walked into your small room. just him being in there after lights out was a huge infraction of the rules. he looked around at the girlishly decorated room. 

“nice place,” he commented. his eyes focused on you, looking you up and down. you felt your cheeks get warm as he spent a little too long ogling at your figure. you crossed your arms. 

“you can’t be here,” you argued. 

“i know i can’t, but i want to,” he said, stepping closer to you. you didn’t back away. his hands tentatively found their way to your waist and yours went to his shoulders. 

francis leaned in slowly, capturing your lips with his. you kissed him back, settling into the rhythm you two usually had. he backed you into your bed, spinning so he could sit down. you stood between his legs. his hands traveled up slightly under your tank top, resting just below your ribcage. 

you moved your legs to straddle him, sitting on his lap. he held onto your waist tightly so you wouldn’t fall. when you finally pulled apart for air, his lips chasing yours, francis’ pupils were wide. he panted softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

francis was always so pretty—especially like this. 

his blue eyes, barely visible due to his dilated pupils, studied your face intently. his lips were swollen and his cheeks were slightly pink. his hands were warm against your skin, and you felt it in your heart. 

you needed francis. he was the one. 

“francis,” your hands moved to cup his face. “i think i’m ready.”

his eyes widened, mouth opening and closing as he looked for the words to say. 

“are you sure?” he asked nervously. “i don’t want to force you into anything you don’t wanna do—”

you cut him off by kissing him deeply. 

“i want this,” you said when you pulled apart. “i promise.”

a grin snaked its way onto francis’ face before he kissed you again—this time with a hungry desire. he played with the hem of your tank top. 

“can i take this off?” he asked, breath hot against your lips. you nodded, and he quickly removed the small top. 

you didn’t have anything on underneath, and you instinctively moved your arms to cover your chest. your cheeks felt warm as you avoided his gaze. he chuckled softly. 

“baby, i’m not gonna judge you. i wanna see you,” he said reassuringly.

you slowly removed your arms, feeling your face get impossibly red. francis admired your chest, biting his lip as his eyes raked over you. you felt him hardening through his pajama pants beneath you. 

he gently took your nipple in his mouth, sucking languidly, as his large hand squeezed at your other breast. your breath hitched at the feeling of his tongue over your hardened nipple. your hands gripped at his blonde curls. 

“francis,” you whined. his lust filled eyes met yours before he switched his attention to your other breast, making sure to leave a lovebite before focusing his mouth on you. 

you started to roll your hips, searching for any sort of release. francis groaned around your boob before detaching himself. he held you steady. 

“don’t,” he whispered. “let me take care of you first. you’re so hot, i’ll cum in my pants before i even get inside.”

you laughed softly, the sound going straight to his dick. he moved you off his lap, laying you down gently on the bed. he started to pull your shorts down, looking at you for approval. 

when you nodded, the shorts were gone faster than the speed of light. your underwear soon followed. your face flushed and your legs were firmly closed, you were entirely bare for a boy for the first time in your life. you reached for francis’ shirt, not wanting to be the only one naked. 

he tossed his marlin academy branded t-shirt into some corner of your room. francis reached out, his hand resting on your knee. 

“do you wanna keep going?” he asked softly. you nodded eagerly. 

“yes, god yes,” you practically begged. he removed his hand from your knee, taking his fingers to his mouth. he made eye contact with you as he coated them in saliva. the sight went straight to your core, making you more wet than you already were. 

he moved to open your legs, fingers reaching towards your core. his thumb pressed against your clit and you gasped at the contact. he slowly inserted one finger inside of you, then another. 

“let me know if it hurts, okay? i’ll stop,” he promised. you nodded, urging him to do something with his fingers. 

you bit your lip to hold back your moans as he worked to scissor you open while he rubbed circles over your clit with his thumb.

you had masturbated before, but it felt different this time. francis knew what he was doing, that was obvious by his movements. his calloused fingers were longer, more precise.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer. francis watched you carefully, making sure you weren’t in any pain.

you gripped at his forearm, your knuckles white as the coil in your stomach grew tighter. 

“francis, i—oh my god—i’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. he moved his fingers faster, working frantically to bring you to your orgasm. 

your back arched slightly as you came on his fingers with a hushed cry. francis felt himself getting impossibly hard at the sight. you looked so beautiful—sounded so beautiful—when you choked out his name.

he removed his fingers slowly, bringing them back to his mouth to taste your arousal. the sight was obscene. he got up off your bed, moving to take his pajama pants and boxers off. when you saw his dick, your eyes widened at his length. 

“francis,” you panted, still coming down from your high. “that is not going to fit inside of me.”

“it will, i promise. unless you want to stop here, which is totally fine too,” he started to ramble. you laughed softly. 

“just get over here,” you teased, rolling your eyes playfully. he smirked at you before crawling over you, caging you in with his arms. he settled between your legs. 

“tell me if it hurts,” francis said, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. you acknowledged his words with a nod. he leaned over, placing soft kisses on your lips. 

you felt him poke at your entrance, and you definitely felt the sting when he pushed in. he entered slowly, low groans escaping him as he sank into you. letting out a soft moan, you winced while you adjusted to his length.

he was longer and thicker than your fingers, obviously. he reached places you could only dream of reaching. 

“tell me when i can move,” he grunted into your ear. your legs wrapped around him, and you snaked your arms behind his neck, your fingers playing with the curls at his nape. you placed a soft kiss on his jaw. 

“i think i’m ready,” you said. francis slowly pulled out before pushing back in again, setting a slow but steady pace. the sting soon dissolved into pleasure, and you needed more. 

“francis,” you whined. he looked at you and stilled his movements, a worried look in his eyes. 

“are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked. you shook your head and dug your heels into his back. 

“go faster.” 

something switched inside francis’ head when he heard your words. he snapped his hips against yours harder, but not hard enough to overwhelm you. he placed sloppy kisses along your neck, leaving bites here and there. 

your nails dug into francis’ shoulders, certainly leaving marks that would last well into the next day. 

“fuck—y’feel so good,” he groaned. his hand was planted next to your head, holding himself steady, while his other held your leg up by your thigh. 

“francis—”

his lips met yours, silencing your moans with a needy kiss. your legs started to shake around him. francis slightly shifted his position, his dick curving in a way that was hitting the spongy part inside of you. 

“oh my god—right there,” you gasped. he continued fucking into you as your second orgasm crashed through you.

your stomach tightened as you shook around him, clenching him so tight he almost couldn’t pull out. your nails dragged down his back, leaving cat-like scratches in their wake. 

“shit—” francis moaned into your ear. his hands moved to grip your hips tightly as he flipped you over so you were on top. 

“francis, i’ve never done this before,” you panted, getting nervous at the new position. your hands were splayed across his bare chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall of his breath. 

“don’t worry, baby,” he said, guiding your hips slowly. “i’ll help you.”

he moved you back and forth on his cock until you started moving on your own. you ground yourself sinfully against him, getting drunk off the way his dick felt inside of you. 

in all honesty, ever since francis first saw you, he dreamed of this. he dreamed of the way you would moan his name, and when he snuck off to the men’s bathroom in the middle of the night to fuck his fist, he pretended it was you. 

but this was better than anything he could’ve imagined. 

you slightly leaned forward and started to bounce softly on him, moaning a bit too loud at the pleasure francis was giving you. you were both too wrapped up in each other to notice. 

his eyes alternated between watching the movement of your breasts and the way his dick disappeared inside of you with each bounce. he thrusted his hips upwards to meet yours. the room smelled of sex and sweat and was filled with the sounds of skin on skin and yours and francis’ satisfied moans. 

“feels so good, fran,” you whimpered. you were quickly approaching another orgasm, feeling so incredibly full and dizzy on his cock. all you could think about was francis. just before the coil inside of you could snap, however, francis held you to a stop. 

you whined and pouted at him, feeling extremely dissatisfied by the denial. francis, wearing his signature boyish grin, pulled you off of him gently. you winced at the empty feeling. 

“on your stomach,” francis guided, his voice raspy. you did as he said, eager to get his dick back inside of you. he lifted your hips and watched the way your pussy clenched around nothing. the sight of your desperation alone almost made him cum. 

within mere hours, francis turned you from an innocent virgin into a slut for his cock. 

he realigned himself, biting his lip as he sunk into you and watched your cunt take him perfectly. you buried your head into your pillow, muffling the sounds coming from your lips. 

francis set a wanton pace, reaching over you to grip the wooden bed frame—anything to try and stop the steady thudthudthud sound coming from the frame knocking against your wall. 

the new position had you seeing stars, and you quickly were shaking beneath francis. he was getting close too, his hips stuttering with each thrust that fucked you further and further into the mattress. 

“francis,” you babbled out. he tilted his head back with a low groan. the sound of your moans were close to heaven to him. 

“shit—’m so close,” he groaned lowly. you couldn’t even comprehend his words, too focused on the hot pleasure burning in your stomach. you snaked your hand to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

anything to relieve the pressure. 

and it worked. with a loud sob of his name, your back arched and your hips grinded harshly against his own. francis’ thrusts slowed before he pulled out, stroking himself a few times before shooting his warm load over your back. 

“oh my god,” you panted, still coming down from the whole experience, as francis raced to find his discarded clothes. he was tired, extremely tired, and didn’t bother putting his shirt on. 

as per his usual style, he did leave a mess. but you were special to him, and he wanted to clean up this mess. 

“stay here,” he muttered before leaving to where you assumed was the bathroom. he was back quickly, a damp towel in his hands. he gently wiped you down, making sure your back wasn’t sticky. 

“francis,” you called with a raspy voice, turning around to look at him. his heart softened at the sight of you. you were completely fucked out, hair messy and eyes watery, but you had a soft smile on your face. 

“thank you,” you whispered. he smiled back at you. 

“anytime, sweetheart,” he cooed. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his t-shirt on the floor next to your pile of ditched clothes. he scooped them up before helping you get dressed. instead of your tank top, however, he pulled his t-shirt over your head. 

“i have to go back to my room,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. his heart broke when a small pout made its way onto your face. 

“why,” you whined. he chuckled softly. 

“don’t want spangler to catch me in here,” he responded, getting up to quietly make his way back to his room. 

he placed another kiss to your lips before he slinked out of your room. your room reeked of francis, but you didn’t mind. you knocked out the second your head hit the pillow. 

the next day, francis and some other boys were in the locker room. it was time for their physical exams. francis shed his uniform shirt, and eric whistled. he whipped his head around, meeting eric’s smug grin. 

“what? what’s wrong?” francis asked. the other boys were gathered, giving their shares of catcalls. 

“did an animal latch onto you or something? your back is shredded, dude,” eric laughed. some of the boys gave francis punches on the shoulder as they left the locker room. 

francis turned his back towards a mirror. sure enough, just as eric had said, his back was littered with scratch marks—marks that were left by the drag of your nails the night before. 

his face turned red from the memory, and eric immediately noticed. 

“francis got lucky!” he chanted, the other boys soon joining in. 

although he hated the chant, francis had to agree.

he did indeed get lucky. 

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ynupdates: (Y/N) Wilkerson has been activated!

She gave birth to her daughter only five months ago but has recovered tremendously. She will be included on the roster.

Welcome back, (Y/N)!

user1: omg yay! the team has been so bad without her

user2: five months... the baby must be too much for her lol. i wonder what poor nanny has taken over

user3: she was pregnant?! i thought she just had an injury. who even is the father??

→ user4: probably her husband, her maiden name isn't wilkerson but she's following like eight different wilkersons. we may never know which one is her actual husband lol

→ user 3: damn! there are a lot of wilkersons that she follows :0 maybe it's the guy who's in charge of the food pantry and that's how they pay for a nanny

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yourusername: much much needed break but excited to return to the field!

leahinthemiddle: you're glowing mama! she's adorable <3 liked by author

→ yourusername: she's so excited to see you again!

user5: omg sneak peaks of hubbyyyy

user6: that baby is gonna see more of a babysitter than its own mom lol

→ user2: i've been saying that, already returning to pro sports so quickly is a bit weird...

→ user6: she posted an obligatory pic of the "husband" so people think she and the dad actually care for the baby

→ user4: lol fr, soft launching at her grown age he probably isn't even her real husband

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reesewilkerson: been a bit busy supporting my girls. one of them is kicking a ball and the other one is throwing up but i wouldn't trade it for the world

yourusername: we love you!! liked by author

→ reesewilkerson: i love you too!

franwilker: i wonder which one is throwing up and crying liked by author

→ reesewilkerson: we may never know

→ yourusername: hey!! not very nice!! i'll have you know i haven't thrown up since i was pregnant thank you very much

malcolmwilkerson: hopefully she didn't inherit anything from you

→ reesewilkerson: how do i dislike a comment

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ynupdates: In her first game back, (Y/N) Wilkerson scored the game winning goal and her first goal as a mother!

The team has snapped their losing streak! Maybe the Wilkerson daughter has brought good luck?

leahinthemiddle: WOOOO YAYY GO (Y/N) !!!

→ user4: who even are you

→ leahinthemiddle: (y/n)'s biggest fan duhh

user6: that baby didn't bring any luck lol

→ user3: fr she just had that baby for publicity

→ user2: her whole shtick is publicity: the baby, the "secret" husband, they probably handed her this goal too just because she's the "star"

→ reesewilkerson: shut the fuck up

→ user6: who are you ???

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reesewilkerson: when (y/n) first got the call for the usnwt, we promised i wouldn't get into fights with random people to defend her because we aren't fifteen anymore but this has gone on long enough.

i can handle everyone saying i'm fake or a "hired" husband, but keep my daughter's name out of your mouths. stop saying she's publicity, stop calling her an "it," she's a baby for crying out loud.

you losers made me unprivate my account to say something that shouldn't have to be said. don't mess with my girls again

yourusername: I LOVE YOU !! liked by author

→ reesewilkerson: i love you more

malcolmwilkerson: can't believe you actually wrote this, how long did it take?

→ reesewilkerson: not answering that

→ franwilker: he asked ai to write it

→ reesewilkerson: no i didn't

→ kellyyyyw: someone get the ai detector

deweysmusic: reese is now the third most famous wilkerson, after me and (y/n) of course

→ yourusername: he's now famous for loving me <3

→ reesewilkerson: i'm blocking you both

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“fuck—” you whimpered, arching your back. the coldness of the desk beneath you sent a shiver down your spine. your boyfriend had his dick buried deep inside of you. you couldn’t exactly remember how you ended up in this position. 

all you could focus on was the hazy feeling of pleasure between your legs. you were soaking wet, your arousal dripping down your thighs. 

“careful,” malcolm warned. he currently had his physics textbook balancing on your back. you had been so needy, and he would never say no to his beautiful girlfriend.

but he had to get this assignment done. 

he thrusted into you gently so as to not move his book. he had already made you cum before this, once on his fingers and twice on his tongue. now, he was barely fucking into you at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“malc,” you whined, your tearful eyes barely rolling back from the dull pleasure. “please.”

he scribbled something down in his notebook before returning his focus back on the textbook pages. your bare body beneath him glistened with sweat, and you were ever so slightly shaking.

you were so overstimulated but still wanted—needed—more. 

“just a sec, baby,” he responded. “gotta finish this.”

it was taking every ounce in his body to not slam into you and fuck you dumb. malcolm could barely focus on the problems in front of him, his attention more drawn to the way your cunt clenched around him. 

his hand shook as he filled out the equations he needed. your soft cries weren’t helping. you looked over your shoulder and met his blue eyes. he almost came on the spot when he saw your face. 

you were completely fucked out—tears rolling down your rosy cheeks, lips swollen and pouty, and your eyes lidded and glazed over. 

you felt him twitch inside of you and you winced. 

“please,” you moaned out. “malcolm i—fuck—i need you.”

malcolm closed his textbook, finally removing it from your back. 

“what’d ya need, baby?” he cooed, knowing exactly what you wanted him to do. his hands gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail, lifting you up so you were flush against his chest. 

“i need you to fuck me, please,” you cried. that was all he needed to hear. he started to snap his hips upwards at a brutal pace. you let out a choked sob as the tip of his dick hit that part inside of you that made you see stars over and over again. 

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he snaked his hand down to meet where your clit was. his fingers worked fast to tease you. you were already so sensitive, and within seconds, you were coming undone all over him. 

he didn’t stop though. 

he fucked you through your orgasm, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves while you shook. 

“oh my god,” you sobbed. your body collapsed on the desk in front of you. you gripped at the edges, anything to keep you steady. 

malcolm moved his hands to your hips to steady himself while he continued pounding into you. he leaned over, his lips ghosting your ear. 

“god, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry,” he grunted. his praise went straight to your core, and you couldn’t even answer him properly. you clenched around him in response. 

“malc,” your voice was filled with lust. it was music to his ears. he grabbed at the fat of your ass, slapping it before rubbing soothing circles over the red spot that quickly formed. your breath hitched, the sting feeling all too good. 

“fuck,” he tilted his head back as your pussy fluttered around him. you were sopping wet, the natural lubricant making it especially easy for him to slide in and out. 

“you like that? you like the way i fuck you?” he grunted. you nodded. you could barely form the words needed, malcolm was just that good. 

“use your words, sweetheart.”

“yes—fuck,” you sobbed. “i love it, malcolm, please. i need it.” 

he could feel your body tensing under him. you were getting close, again. malcolm slowed down his thrusts and you whined. 

“please, give it to me,” you whimpered. you pushed yourself back to fuck yourself on his cock. your attempts were futile, however. you were so fucked out, it just didn’t feel the same. 

he watched the way his cock disappeared inside of you as he bit his lip. your desperation was so hot.

malcolm started to snap his hips against yours again, the force pushing you hard against the desk. his pace was inconsistent, he was close too. 

“where,” he moaned out. 

“inside, please—fuck,” you babbled. “please cum inside. fill me, wanna be so full.”

his hands reached under to meet your breasts. he pulled you up again, squeezing your tits and leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. 

your glassy eyes went cross as you started to uncontrollably shake. malcolm held you steady, hips bucking up into you as you came for what felt like the hundredth time.

your hips grinded against his as you screamed out his name and clenched around him like a vice. with a loud grunt, he came deep inside of you. your body went limp, only being held up by malcolm’s arms.

you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. your hair stuck to your forehead, and malcolm pushed the strands away from your face. he placed gentle kisses on your face. 

he was careful when he lifted you in his arms. when his dick slipped out of you, you winced at the empty feeling. he laid you down gently on the bed, placing another quick kiss to your forehead before he rushed out of the room. 

when he came back, malcolm had a glass of water and some pain medication. he knew you would need it, especially with how long he was in between your legs. you gave him a soft smile when he handed you the glass of water. 

“you did so good,” he cooed, slipping into bed next to you. 

“did i?” you rasped out. your voice was almost gone after the hours spent crying out your boyfriend’s name. he wiped the excess tears from your face. 

“of course you did,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. you sipped the water, deciding to take the medicine now. you could already feel the soreness between your legs—along with malcolm’s seed dripping out of you. 

you closed your eyes and sighed contentedly, leaning your head against malcolm’s shoulder. 

“did you finish your homework?” you asked. 

“nah, i couldn’t think straight anymore. i don’t know why,” he teased, placing another kiss to your temple. you laughed softly, feeling your eyelids get heavy. 

malcolm’s gentle massages to your arms and his steady breathing lulled you into a well-deserved sleep. he fell asleep soon after, his homework long forgotten but his heart impossibly full with love for you. 

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you and reese were complete opposites. 

you were currently studying in college, you smiled at everyone, you made friends everywhere you went. 

reese was working as a janitor at the high school you both graduated from, he scowled when people got too close to him, and he swore you were his only friend. 

but you two loved each other. he helped support you on those nights when your assignments were a little too rough and you were there for him when he complained about the dirtiness of north high school and the students who attended. 

the alarm on reese’s bedside table rang, waking you both up. you groaned as you rubbed your eyes. he was already sitting on the side of the bed, his feet hanging over the edge. 

“don’t go,” you murmured, still half asleep. he chuckled. 

“i have to, baby,” he turned his head slightly to look at you. “i need to get ready.”

you reached out for his figure, your hands barely brushing against his back. reese shivered at the touch. he looked at the clock, weighing his options. he was already pushing it, having stayed up late with you the night before to finish a movie.

but he was obsessed with you. whatever you asked, he delivered. you had him wrapped around your finger. 

“i can’t be late again,” he sighed. “i’m on my final strike.”

you pouted, your eyes still closed, and whined. 

“you should be getting up too,” he said, standing up. he knew if he sat in bed next to you any longer, he would cave. 

“you have classes today,” he reminded you. you let out another whine, the sound going straight to reese’s stomach. 

“i was gonna skip,” you mumbled. he shook his head softly, mainly trying to get the thought of you out of his head. you were laid between the sheets wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties. 

“you shouldn't," he said, more so to himself than to you. you sat up, stretching your arms over your head. 

“why not,” you yawned. “i haven’t skipped these classes yet, so i should be fine.”

reese was at the closet, digging around for something to wear. you stared at his back while he looked, his muscles flexing slightly as he moved. 

“can’t you just call off?” you asked. you and reese have been so busy this week. you missed your boyfriend, you missed his touch. he grabbed a shirt, tossing it on the bed in your direction, before cracking the joints in his neck that locked in his sleep.

you hated when he did that. 

“reese!” you exclaimed, catching his shirt. “knock it off. i hate that sound.”

he turned to look at you. you were sitting up, his shirt in your lap. your hair was messy and the sun barely peaked through the blinds, illuminating your tired eyes and soft pout. he sighed and bit his lip, deep in thought. 

“i guess i can say i woke up with a fever,” he said. your face lit up as you beamed at him. you clapped your hands together excitedly. 

“oh my god, yay!” you exclaimed. you quickly removed the sheets off of your lap. you handed reese his t-shirt before pushing him away from the closet and towards the door. he looked at you with a dopey smile on his face. 

“okay, okay,” he laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. “i’ll go call off. wait here for me.”

he shuffled out of the bedroom and you returned to the unmade bed. when reese returned, he brought two cups of coffee. 

you delicately took the cup from him before sipping the hot drink. it was the exact way you liked it. you sighed contentedly as you savored the beverage. 

“so,” reese broke the silence, looking at you. “what did you want to do today?” 

you placed the half finished cup on your bedside table before turning to look at reese, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“well,” you said, drawing out the word. you started to drag a manicured finger up his arm. “i was thinking we could wake ourselves up in other ways.”

reese looked completely dumbfounded.

“yeah?” he finally managed to utter after a few seconds. “what did you have in mind?”

he placed his cup down, the steam emanating into the air. you bit your lip and looked at him through your eyelashes. his sleepy eyes met your gaze. 

“i want you inside of me,” you lilted. reese’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words to say.

instead, he impatiently planted his lips on yours, kissing you like it was his dying wish.

“god, i’ve missed this,” reese groaned into your mouth, his breath warm on your lips. he snaked his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the bitterness of the coffee he was previously drinking. 

his hands roamed your curves, sliding under the large t-shirt you wore. you shifted, moving to straddle your boyfriend. reese’s hands cupped and squeezed at your boobs underneath the t-shirt. he trailed his hands down to the hem before pulling it off your head, throwing it somewhere in the room. 

“that’s your shirt y’know,” you said against his lips. he hummed in response. 

“i know,” he returned to rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, pulling soft gasps from your mouth.

you could feel his length growing beneath you, your noises going straight to his dick. you finally pulled away from reese, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. you started to play with the waistband of his pajama pants. 

“want these off,” you whined. he laughed, moving you off of his lap to pull his pajamas off. again, they were tossed in some random corner, his boxers soon following. you did the same, quickly removing your panties. 

you were both still tired, not even worrying about protection. the birds were chirping outside and the sun was peaking a bit brighter. you carefully aligned his hardened dick to your entrance. you were already soaking wet. 

when you sank down slowly, reese tilted his head back and his breath hitched. the pads of his fingers dug into the fleshy part of your hips as he helped guide you down. 

“god,” he muttered. “y’feel so fuckin’ good.”

you stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his length, before you slowly started to grind your hips back and forth. soft whimpers fell from your lips as you gently rode your boyfriend, hands splayed across his chest to steady yourself. 

reese looked up at you, his tired eyes alternating between watching the bounce of your chest and the way your face contorted with pleasure. his hips started to buck against yours. it wasn’t anything crazy, just a natural reaction to how good you were making him feel. 

“reese—fuck—just like that,” you whined his name like it was the only word you knew. you started to pick up the pace ever so slightly, chasing your release. 

he continued to meet the roll of your hips with his own tender thrusts. his hand moved to rub soft circles onto your clit, the other stayed steady on your hip to guide you. 

the added sensation of his calloused fingers pushed you over the edge and you shook above him with a cry of his name. he groaned loudly at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

“don’t stop,” he panted. “keep going, ‘m so close.”

with a few more rolls of your hips, reese came deep inside of you with a low groan. he held your hips tight as he spilled into you. you both stayed where you were for a moment, attempting to catch your breaths.

when you finally got off of reese, he whined at the loss of warmth around his dick. he placed his arm over his eyes, still breathless. you reached for the coffee you had set aside and took a sip. you scrunched your face, the once warm beverage now cold. 

you placed it back to where it was before and quickly ran into the bathroom to clean yourself up. when you returned, soft snores were coming from reese. he had fallen back asleep. you tiptoed back into bed with him and cuddled up close. 

his arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling your naked body closer to his. with limbs tangled together, the warmth from his body eventually lulled you back to sleep. 

you two slept in while the rest of the world woke up and got ready for work or school—just like you two should have been doing.

instead, wrapped in each other beneath the sheets, you and reese planned on savoring this day off. 

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you were currently sitting between reese’s legs—your back against his chest and a playstation controller in your hands.

reese had just gotten his hands on the newest call of duty and wanted to play it with you despite the fact that you’ve never played before in your life. in fact, you’ve never even held a controller. you weren’t the type to play video games. 

he had set up a custom match between the two of you. the first few matches were perfect: reese taught you the controls and he went easy on you. he let you shoot at him, with most of your bullets missing, but he didn’t shoot back. 

of course, he still teased you. it wasn’t harmful, at least not at first. he would plant a kiss on your nape after every kill, encouraging you with his words. he would throw in some comments whenever he killed you, asking if you let him get the jump on you. 

then, his comments started to turn mean. reese started playing more seriously, attempting ridiculous trickshots on you and hitting them. 

“yes! another 360 no-scope!” he exclaimed. “learn how to use the map. you’re really walking right into these easy plays.”

you bit your lip and stayed quiet. you wanted him to have fun, but you couldn’t stop the tears that were starting to form in your eyes. 

malcolm noticed this too. he walked past and saw reese throwing knives in your direction, hitting you with ease. you attempted to fire back, but reese laughed after he killed you with a particularly nasty shot.

“you suck, babe. you’re missing more shots than a stormtrooper,” he said. 

he kept going until the match ended. his words stung, and you were close to tears for the entirety of the match. malcolm couldn’t look away. he knew reese loved you, but if anyone else heard the words coming from his mouth, they wouldn’t believe it.

you stood up abruptly, placing the controller on the coffee table. 

“i have to go,” you mumbled, picking up your bag and walking to the door. reese raised an eyebrow at you. 

“how come? it’s still early, you’re supposed to stay for dinner,” he said, getting up to follow you. you ignored him, continuing your walk to the door. he chased after you. 

“let me drive you home—”

you slammed the door in his face. malcolm, who watched the entire thing go down, sighed before returning to his room. 

the next day, reese had called your home phone insistently. you ignored it every time. 

when the call went straight to your answering machine for what must’ve been the hundredth time, reese slammed the phone on the wall with a sigh. he stomped back into his shared bedroom, flopping on his bed. 

“still no response?” malcolm asked from his desk. he didn’t even spare reese a glance, he was too focused on his homework. 

“yes,” reese said. “i don’t know why she’s acting like this. it’s like it came out of nowhere.”

malcolm rolled his eyes and continued working. 

“her parents must’ve made her mad. i didn’t do anything—”

“reese,” malcolm cut him off. he turned to face his older brother, completely fed up with his stupidity. 

“maybe she’s ignoring you because of how you treated her yesterday. just a thought,” he exasperated.

reese stared blankly at malcolm for a minute before it finally clicked. he was incredibly mean to you yesterday. he just got so caught up in the game, he forgot he was playing against his girlfriend and not his brothers. 

he quickly got up and rushed out of the room. malcolm sighed. 

“you’re grounded, ya know,” he called out. but reese was already gone. 

he arrived at your house within minutes. on his way over, he picked random flowers from the neighbor's house. he had a small, mismatched bouquet in his hands when he knocked on your door. 

reese prayed to any god out there that you would open the door, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him when you did. 

“what do you want,” you muttered. he tried to hand the flowers to you, but you just stared at them. 

“listen, i’m so sorry about yesterday,” he started. “i didn’t mean the things i said. i got too comfortable, i forgot i was playing against you and not malcolm or dewey.” 

he urged the flowers closer to you again. 

“you don’t have to forgive me, but i truly am sorry,” he finished. you gnawed on your bottom lip as you stared at the flowers. you tentatively reached out, accepting the small bundle. 

“i guess i can forgive you,” you said. a large grin spread on reese’s face. he scooped you up in a bear hug, squeezing you tight. he placed kisses all over your face. 

“thank you, thank you,” he said in between his kisses. “i love you.”

you laughed at his enthusiasm. 

“i love you too, but can you please put me down,” you asked. he gently placed you back on the ground. you smiled softly at him before looking at the flowers in your hand. they were nice, too nice. 

“reese, where did you get these?” you asked. when you looked back at him, he avoided your gaze. a blush crept up his cheeks. 

“nowhere, don’t worry about it,” he answered. reese quickly kissed your cheek in an attempt to distract you. 

“so,” he said nervously. “my house? you skipped out on dinner last night.”

you chuckled softly and shook your head. 

“sure, i’ll come over for dinner,” you responded. he grabbed your hand and started to pull you in the direction of his house.

“we better leave now then,” he said, looking at you with a smile. 

“and maybe, we can have a rematch,” he suggested mischievously. you scoffed. 

“i’ll just watch, you can play against malcolm,” you said. his hand was intertwined with yours as you walked, slightly swinging between the two of you. 

“nah, i’m good,” he said. “unless you really wanna hear some gross things.”

you nudged him with your shoulder. 

“watch it,” you warned with a laugh. reese placed a kiss to your temple. 

“i promise i’ll be on my best behavior,” he said. 

“i doubt that,” you teased. 

the rest of the walk over was filled with soft laughter and gentle touches—as if the incident from yesterday didn’t even happen—which was all you wanted from your boyfriend. 

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