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Warnings: •Sub Choso •penetration •smut

Summary: needy Choso

Thérèse Raquin x Author!Reader

Your relationship with the brunette gets ever more so confusing and complicated when feelings get in the way

Warnings: Reader's usual simpery towards Thérèse, Thérèse being a bitch, Thérèse being bossy, fingering (Thérèse), thigh grinding (Thérèse), thumb sucking, body worshiping, gay panic, heavy kissing, and emotional turmoil, clit rubbing (Thérèse), 1x orgasm (Thérèse), no orgasm for reader.

2nd chapter in the series.

1 week...

2 weeks...

3 weeks.....

An endless amount of weeks, weeks that have blurred together and obstructed my view on time.

I really have no idea as to how long I've been with the Raquin family. I sleep downstairs while Madame Raquin and the... lovebirds sleep upstairs.

I'm fine with it, even if I have to sleep uncomfortably on a wooden chair down here, it means I'm away from, her.

The beautiful and yet bitchy, Thérèse. I don't know what's her problem but she seems to have it out for me, I've voiced my concerns to Camille but he just doesn't seem to see the way she glares at me when I walk past, the way she gives me judgmental looks whenever we're in the same room as each other.

Sighing, I look down at my notebook, the pages shimmering in the glow of the moon from outside, writer's block is never fun.

And it's especially uncommon for me to have it at night, night is usually when I have my creativity flow freely, never have I ever had difficulty in thinking of a novel idea at night, but I guess people are going to have to wait longer for this next book of mine.

My head snaps up at the sound of a squeak coming from the stairs, anxiously twiddling with my pen I speak out to whoever, or whatever made the noise,

"Hello?"

My throat constricts when I see her, her body covered in a thin dressing gown and her hair down and loose over her shoulders.

I watch in growing anxiety as she makes her way over to me, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly on her forehead as she looks at me.

"What are you doing awake?"

I swallow and will myself to speak normally so as to not make a fool of myself, I think I only half manage it though,

"I- well, couldn't get to sleep, it's pretty hard to on a chair this rough, so anyway I'm just trying to brainstorm an idea or ideas for my next novel, but it's not working out for me."

"Ah, right."

I awkwardly play with my pen again as I watch her make her way behind the counter, her feet taking her to the kettle there, her fingers move swiftly as she makes herself a cup of tea.

"So, why are you awake this late, or should I say this early, considering it's in the morning?"

My chest warms at the sound of her chuckle, I watch with a slight twinkle in my eyes as she turns around to face me with her tea being held in both of her hands,

"I'm awake because Camille snores and I can't fall asleep to that."

I giggle and nod my head at her sentence, my memory serving me well as I remember how loud he could get.

"Yeah, I remember. You used to sneak out of the room you shared with him and you used to come sleep with me in my bed, when we had those sleepovers as kid's."

I zip my mouth at the notion that I may have said too much, worried that I have and I've somehow annoyed her I look back down at my lap where my notebook rests on my spread legs.

"Yeah, I remember. Those were my favourite nights."

Looking back up at the small whisper, I smile gently at Thérèse, thankful she didn't make it anymore awkward than it already is between us.

Focusing back on the white page below me, I jump in shock as I feel a slender hand make its way to wrap itself around my bicep, bringing my attention back to the brunette near me, I swallow roughly as I notice how close our faces have gotten.

I watch as she leans over her eyes surveying my blank page as her eyebrows furrow adorably,

"What are your stories about?"

I swallow nervously as I feel her body heat waft onto my own, her lips close to my ear as she whispers the question.

"Well, m-majority of them are about... forbidden romances."

I watch in anticipation as she tilts her head, her lips lifting into a smile as I continue to talk,

"Women who aren't happy with their husbands going off to have a beautiful love affair with each other, I know it's a controversial take, especially for now but I sell enough copies to make a living, and my books will be left behind for others, so I'm happy with the progress I've made so far."

I jolt as I feel her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails shocking me as they dig in to my skin, looking up at Thérèse I raise an eyebrow in question, I watch as she giggles and scrunches her nose up, my heart flutters in my chest as my shoulders unknowingly relax again.

"I like what you've done too, I actually have one of your books, you're a wonderful writer Y/n."

I blush as I look down at my notebook, my teeth tugging slightly on my bottom lip, a gasp is stuck in my throat though as I feel Thérèse's finger gently pull my lip from the grasp of my teeth, her finger pad continuing to rub softly against my lip as she looks down at me with a dark look in her gaze.

"Don't do that, don't harm your beautiful lips, just to hide from me."

I furrow my brows as I look up at her confused, doesn't she hate me? Why is she doing this? I chuckle nervously as I play with my rings on my fingers, uttering,

"If I didn't know you hated me, I'd dare to say you actually liked me, Thérèse."

I furrow my brows further as I watch her push my notebook to the ground, her nails dig into my sweatpants as she situates herself on my lap. I groan as she leans forward, her rubbing herself accidentally on me. I shiver as her lips barely brush against my own, hot air breathing onto my lips as she whispers to me a sentence that makes my body freeze in place,

"Maybe, just maybe I don't hate you."

I chuckle again, shaking my head. There's no way.

"Well, now I know you're messing with me."

I watch as Thérèse's lips spread upwards into a smirk, her eyes shining with mischief directed towards me.

"Well, do you want to be messed with?"

I choke on my next words. She what!? I shake my head and begin to speak rapidly, nervous at everything that is happening.

"No.. I-I don't. What?"

"Hmm, well you see what I think, I think you do want to be messed with but just aren't allowing yourself the freedom to do so."

I shake my head as I wrap my hands around her waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I pull her off my lap and let her stand up by herself on the ground. Wiping my face with my hand, I let my notebook drop down and to land on the ground beneath me, looking at Thérèse I shake my head again,

"No, I can't, you can't, we can't do that to Camille. He wouldn't- no."

She rolls her eyes as she takes a step forward, still allowing a respectable distance between us as she speaks with conviction, her tongue poking out to wet her presumably dry lips.

"I don't care what hurts Camille's feelings, and I'm sure you don't either when it comes to you finally getting what you've wanted since you were 6 and I was 7."

"How? .. You knew?"

I watch with a growing blush as she scoffs and rolls her eyes at me, her hands closing into fists as they rest on her hips,

"Do you think I'm that dumb? It's so obvious, you always look at me with puppy dog eyes, and whenever Camille and I ever kiss or show little affection you glare so much at him that I'm worried about him melting into the ground."

I shake my head as I try to wrap my head around this new information, my breathing uneven as I feel her hands rub up and down my chest, her nails scratching slightly as she unbuttons my sleep shirt, my eyes still slightly confused as I look down at her, my lips quivering as I speak,

"But you- I thought you hated me... you always glared at me whenever I walked into a room, and you talked openly about me in a rude way."

I let out a gasp as I feel her push at my shoulders, my body falling back and into the wooden chair as I watch her pull her dress up and over her head before she sits down on my lap, her finger trailing over my chest, neck and cheek as she slowly presses her thumb against my bottom lip, my lips parting so I take her thumb into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing as I look up at her sensually, smiling as I watch her eyes darken as she begins to speak in a husky tone,

"I glared at you because I knew I could never have you without severe punishment, and god do I want you so badly, and I talked openly rude about you because I didn't want anyone suspecting anything else going on with my emotions."

I try to speak but all that comes out of my mouth is a lot of gibberish, my blush on my cheeks worsening as Thérèse giggles and pushes her thumb further down my throat, a gag following suit as I feel some saliva dribble down my chin, my embarrassment at an all new high as I feel her lean forward to whisper sensually in my ear,

"What was that, Y/n? I couldn't hear you properly."

I groan as I feel her begin to grind atop my lap, the notion that I'm making her all hot and bothered turning me on as well, as my arm falls to her side, my hand grabbing her hip as I encourage her grinding, my fingers digging in slightly to her hip as I feel her wetness rub up and down my pajama pants.

I could get addicted to the way she moans and her little gasps if I keep this up, I curl my tongue around her finger before pressing it against the pad of her finger, my eyes devouring her as I raise my hands shakily before pinching her nipples slightly.

I look up at her for any discomfort but I smile pleasantly as I only see her eyes shut tight in pleasure.

I pull her finger from my lips, her whine loud as I chuckle before I move both of my hands so that they rest on the dips of her hips, my lips spreading into a grin before I press my lips gently and unsure against Thérèse's.

Her hand grips the back of my neck as she smiles into the kiss before she quickly and efficiently takes control of the kiss as she pushes me further back against the back of the chair.

Her hand grips the back of the chair as it creaks beneath us, her hips pressing further against my lap as my cheeks flush with my quickened breathing.

We pull apart from each other's lips as I watch with satisfaction as Thérèse's lips part before she lets out a soft moan that makes my head dizzy as I make her move faster against me.

It gets another moan out of her as she grits her teeth together as she whispers,

"God, it's not going to take long for me to cum, baby."

My lips part as I let out a whimper mixed with a whine before my hand drops to her thigh before crawling up her pyjama skirt as my finger rubs against her clit, successfully making her arch as my lips drag over her sweaty neck as I whisper against her skin,

"Cum for me, Thérèse..."

You watch mesmerized as her back arches before she moans out, her lips parted as sweat drips deliciously from her forehead as she orgasms, her thighs squeezing and shaking around your hand as her fingers dig into the back of your chair.

She slumps against your frame as you wipe away her hair before tucking the brown strands behind her ears as you cup her face before kissing her.

She smiles softly as she leans over to rest her forehead on your shoulder, her lips brushing over your neck as you shiver at the feeling before she whispers,

"Save me... please, save me..."

I’m in the making of something Eddsworld related with a song called “Ta På Meg” (Norwegian) and it obviously includes Tord -like only Tord.

I don’t know how long it will take but once it’s ready to be posted, it will be online on every of my social medias. These two so far are the only things I’ve created for this fan ‘animation’ so it’s a sneak peek. I immediately thought of Tord and summer so yeah-

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