I FINISHED SCHOOL WHICH MEANS I CAN POST WAY MORE SO..

caitlin clark assist to angel reese bucket

So It Goes…

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: the one day chiron decides to switch up the capture the flag teams, and everyone knows you’re clarisse’s weakness, In A Good Way sequel!!

i changed my theme it’s me tho promise

a/n: protective clarisse the love of my life i love you i do i think we should get married actually anyways this one is sooooooo i got to explore a more casual side of clar’s and reader’s relationship in this (for like a min) i hope you all enjoy!!

So It Goes… - Taylor Swift

warnings: soft clarisse my love, protective clarisse we KNOW how i feel abt her…., also slightly possessive clarisse i think i love you too, again clarisse gets a bit too into capture the flag, clarisse picks reader up which i KNOW is not inclusive (im literally plus-sized idk what the hell am i doing) but it was so good i couldn’t resist, she has like super strength probs so i’ll just believe (she literally could not pick me up i need to stop being delusional), swearing, violence, kissing, a bit suggestive but nothing crazy, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Clarisse’s bed is one of your favorite places. You’ve spent so many nights here, wrapped up in her arms, feeling like no one could touch you. And you’ve spent secret days with her hands on your waist, yours in her hair, lips pressed together so tight it’s like you were each other’s oxygen.

You love Clarisse’s bed. And you know Clarisse loves her bed too, seeing as it’s a huge source of pride for her- it’s the best bunk in the cabin, and she gets a major kick over the fact that you sleep here just as much as you sleep in your own cabin.

You’re sitting down, watching Clarisse pace back and forth, her spear in her hand.

“Clarisse,” you say. She brought you here just fo freak out. Now she won’t sit down and let you help her, and she wont just freaking listen. “Clarisse, baby, what’s wrong? Can you at least put your spear down so you don’t accidentally kill somebody? If you kill me with that I’m gonna come back and kill you.”

She stops for a moment and leans her spear up against the wall. You let out a sigh.

“Now just sit down-”

She resumes her pacing.

As much as you love just being in Clarisse’s presence, as much as you know you’re her rock, the only thing that keeps her tethered in the storm she constantly fights through, you need her to let you help her.

“Clarisse!” you stand up, placing your hands on her shoulders. “You’re freaking me out, okay? What happened? I-I’m sure we can fix it, I mean…” you rub your hands up and down your arms, which you know she likes, her muscles are one of her biggest sources of pride.

She sits down, letting you stand in between her legs, her hands moving to hold your hips.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. She’s not very good at handling her emotions, but she’s getting better, and at least she’s able to recognize and apologize when her emotions are hurting other people. Well, you, at least. She breathes out. “Chiron decided to switch the teams.”

And now she had to work with the Athena cabin? The Gods know after the Ares and Athena cabins have captained opposing teams for years, Chiron pretends there’s not, but everyone knows there’s a deep rivalry. More than just friendly competition.

“The Demeter cabin will be on the red team.”

“Okay,” you say, squeezing her shoulders. You aren’t really close with anyone from the Demeter cabin, it doesn’t really bother you much.

“And… the Aphrodite cabin will be on the blue team.”

“Oh.”

You’ve never not been on Clarisse’s team for capture the flag. Not only does the entire red team’s tactic rest on you using your charmspeak to protect the flag, but what the hell are you supposed to do fighting against Clarisse?

She wraps her arms around your waist, flopping back onto her bed and bringing you down on top of her.

“I know it’s all Annabeth and Luke behind this. I’m sure that little smartass has made up some sick plan to make me go insane.”

You scoff, planting your hands behind her head on the bed. “You’re the one who can actually fight. I’m, like, so bad it’s not even funny, Clar.”

“You beat me all the time,” she frowns.

And it’s true, you spar with her at least 3 or 4 times a week, and you win most of the those times. But Clarisse moves slower, she doesn’t hit as hard, she anticipates your next move and doesn’t block it so you can land a hit.

“We both know you let me win.”

“I like seeing you smile,” she says, her own matching smile on her face.

“Okay, you big romantic.” You let your hands slip, laying your head against her chest and your arms flat around her head. “It’s not that big of a deal, Clar. I’m sure it’ll be fine, then Chiron’ll probably switch them back.”

“Annabeth convinced him to do it. She has some sort of plan, Y/N, she does.”

“You’ve mentioned,” you hum. “Stop stressing. Nothing we can do about it.”

“Fine,” she hisses.

She wraps her arms around your waist and throws you to the side so you yelp, now she’s climbing on top of you, laying her head on your chest.

“It’s going to be the worst game of capture the flag in history, you know. I hope you’re happy, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do without you. I mean, I guess I could move that group in the west side to just south of the flag, so that’ll be a bit more for them to get through. Oh, I’ll stick that one good archer on the ground- no, no that wouldn’t work, I need him in the trees. But I’ll move his position-”

—-

You walk to the woods together. When it’s time to split up, Clarisse grabs you by your armor and points her finger into your chest.

“Clar, what the hell are you doing-”

“Don’t do anything I would do.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you smile, blinking once to avoid rolling your eyes at her ridiculousness.

She smirks, her arm squeezing your waist. She pecks you on the lips before pulling away completely.

“Done making out?” Jackie asks, her and Tyla suddenly appearing next to you.

“It was one kiss, Jacks. Are you sure we have the same Mom?”

“No, honestly.”

You fall into step with the two of them, laughing as you make your way through the woods and to the edge of the river.

Chiron makes his usual speech, the conch sounds, and everyone starts moving around.

Annabeth finds the three of you soon after. Tyla and Jackie fall away, following your other siblings. Annabeth always has this calculating look on her face, like she knows something you don’t, a true child of Athena. You have to admit, she really is one of the smartest people you know.

“Annabeth,” you smile. “I guess you want me by the flag?”

“No, I debated that, but I decided against it.”

She smirks and looks at you before spinning around, pointing to Luke and his team members who are always in charge of getting the flag.

“You’ll be with Luke.”

You frown. “You do realize I have absolutely no skill in battle, right, Annabeth?”

“Yeah, but skill doesn’t matter when you have power. Power over someone.”

“Oh, okay. Who do you want me to charmspeak-”

“Charmspeak whoever you come across, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You have power over Clarisse. I know she’s defending the flag today, right?”

She looks at you sharply.

You smile. “Oh, I really don’t know. But if you say so, sure.”

She starts walking, you follow her.

“Clarisse doesn’t talk strategy to you? I mean, I talk Luke’s ear off.”

“Oh, no, she does, I just don’t really retain any of it.”

She huffs a small sound of laughter.

“I know she’ll be there,” she affirms.

“If you say so!” you say, all sing song, Luke smiling as he meets your eyes.

“Y/N! How’s it feel to finally be on the winning team?”

“I love being on the red team, thanks for asking.”

“Ha. You’re so funny, are you sure you’re not a child of Apollo?”

“Too beautiful,” you glide your hands down your face. “I get it from my godly mother.”

“Luke, do you know what you’re doing?” Annabeth asks.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiles and walks away, talking to more people while you can faintly hear Clarisse shouting at people. With the change in tactic, you know she’s been slightly stressed, but she won’t allow herself to feel anything other than confidence, outwardly.

She still walks tall. She still grips her spear in her hand a little to tight. She’s a bit too greedy with the things that are hers, she grabs on a bit too tight, but you know it’s just because she’s scared. You like it.

If this were a regular game, you would probably be walking next to Clarisse right now, or kissing her goodbye while you follow Matty and everyone else to go protect the flag.

When you and Clarisse first started dating, she was slow to be so affectionate, but the more of her walls you started breaking down the more you found a complicated teenage girl who felt unloved, and had a lot of love to give too.

The more confident she became in your private relationship, the more she wanted everyone to know. It was her fatal flaw, pride, hubris. She wanted everyone to know she was yours and your were hers. She wanted everyone to be jealous.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to wear those horrible earplugs today. They always make me worried. Someone could be shouting a few feet away and none of us would hear.”

“Stop gloating, Luke.”

“I’m just expressing my gratitude, Y/N, is that not allowed?”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Oh, oh, I know. You’re sad, aren’t you?”

“Sad?” you snort.

“Yeah, sad. Sad you aren’t with Clarisse. You’re devastated, destroyed, wrecked.”

You put your hand on your sword. “Who are you… and what have you done with Luke Castellan? Luke doesn’t know that many words…”

He hits your shoulder. “Shut up, Y/N.”

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You’re walking through the woods.

Not sneaking around in stealth, not running, but walking.

You’ve come across a few of your former team members, but one of the blue team just tackles them and you tell them to turn around and count to 5,000.

For some reason, it’s worse than sitting by the rock, waiting for someone to make a play for the flag. At least at the rock you’re surrounded by all these people you know. You and Matty are usually talking, Marjorie sometimes joins, and you all have fun bullying Corey for that one time he didn’t see the blue team coming.

Luke’s voice drops to a whisper.

“Here’s your job. You can either, one, go make out with Clarisse in a corner, which shouldn’t be too hard-”

“Luke,” you hit his shoulder. He hisses.

“I’m joking, joking. Just keep her distracted, fight her, maybe pull your shirt down a bit? Oh, or I can just cut it so it’s a bit more revealing-”

“Luke, shut up or else I will make you.”

“It’s not a bad idea-”

“Luke!”

“Sh, sh,” he whispers. “Don’t be so loud, we’re almost to the flag. We’re going for stealth, okay?”

“Oh, really, I didn’t notice,” you deadpan. He looks around.

“Blue team, stealth mode, alright?”

Everyone nods. You roll your eyes. You miss the red team.

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After Luke gives you the ok, meaning the blue team has successfully surrounded the red team and the clearing, you take a step forward.

Annabeth was right. Clarisse is there.

It’s fitting. If you can’t be there, she would.

You look up at Corey, but he hasn’t noticed any of you yet. You frown, thinking about how he’s probably going to get beat up.

“Clarisse!” you shout. You watch everyone jump into defensive positions. She can’t see you yet, but she stares in the direction of your voice, her eyes squinting, smiling softly.

“Luke?” she shouts. “That you?”

You frown.

“What the hell?” you say, stepping forward. “You don’t recognize my voice? I thought that was really smart. Like, a cool way to reveal myself, I don’t know.”

You come into the clearing, sword by your side.

Clarisse’s smile drops.

“I-I- no, baby, I just wasn’t expecting Annabeth to send you here-”

“Do I really sound like Luke?”

“No,” she says, immediately. “You sound like an angel.

Matty laughs. Clarisse stabs his foot with the end of her spear. She smiles at you.

“Is Luke here though?” Marjorie asks, subtly trying to look through the trees.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you do,” Matty snorts.

“You’re going to tell me though right, baby?” Clar smiles, stepping closer until she’s right in front of you.

“Obviously not, you didn’t recognize me. I’m, like, really hurt by that Clarisse-”

“Gods, Clarisse,” Matty shouts at the sky, laughing. You didn’t recognize her, and now we’re all fucked!”

“Shut the fuck up, Matty,” she says over her shoulder. She looks at you, smiling again, her hand reaching out to touch your face. “I’ll let you do that thing you’ve always wanted to do.”

You smile, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ll let me give you a makeover? Really?”

“Yes.” Her teeth grit, but she keeps smiling, her thumb rubbing your cheek.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you mutter, your eyes fixing on her spear when you suddenly reach forward, grabbing it from her hands and turning to run away.

The blue team emerges from the woods with war cries, swords start clashing, and it all happens so fast.

The plan was for you to grab her spear, make her chase you around the woods, and hopefully the blue team would be able to overpower the red team without her.

Instead, Clarisse kicks out her foot, tripping you. Then, she catches you and the spear in what you swear has to be a milisecond.

“Clarisse!” you shout, genuinely offended. She beat you so easily. It wasn’t even a fight. You didn’t even get the chance to run.

“Sorry, baby, it’s capture the flag!”

You about to start kicking like a wild animal when she suddenly lets you go. Luke is there, fighting her while you pick your sword up from the ground that fell in the commotion.

One of your team members dropped their helmet and you pick that up too.

You’re not that bad of a fighter, Clarisse just knows everything about you, you tell yourself. But your pride is slightly wounded and you want to prove to her, yourself, and everyone that you’re not just a weak Aphrodite kid or some poor thing that hangs off Clar’s arm.

You can hold your own.

You stick the helmet on and step into the fight. Someone groans and a sword comes wishing through the air, but you block it.

They swing again.

You block it.

You picked up things from Clarisse, and, besides, you weren’t just sparring for fun. She actually teaches you, better than the actual sword practice teacher if your biased opinion is to be trusted.

But you probably just feel that way because she rewards you with kisses.

It seems like you’re actually winning for a second, about to disarm him, when he seems to get fed up with fighting you and suddenly arcs hard over your head, making you lose your footing and letting him kick you.

You land on your back, groaning and trying to catch your breath.

“That was such a bitchy move,” you mumble. He leans over you, about to kick the sword out of your hand-

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Samuel.”

She holds her spear right under his throat, and he finally seems to look at your face instead of just your blue helmet.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry, Clarisse, I’m sorry.”

She looks like she’s about to kill him but she just pushes him away.

“I was winning,” you groan. “But then he kicked me.”

She kicks him as he walks away.

You expect her to tug you up and start lecturing you but instead she leans down and throws you over her shoulder.

“Wha- Clarisse!”

“That’s enough for you today,” she says, patting the back of your thigh.

“Clarisse, I swear to Hades, let me down!”

“One second,” she mumbles.

When she places you down on the ground again, you’re leaning against a tree. She grabs your hand, frowning at something.

It’s the smallest cut, barely there, but Clarisse of course acts like it’s the end of the world.

“Does it hurt?”

Your eyes fix on Luke behind her, stalking slowly towards her turned back.

“No, Clar, it’s fine. Now I-”

“I think you should go the nurse.”

Your mouth drops open. “Clarisse, it’s a paper cut!”

“And if it gets infected? Go away, Luke, I can hear you.”

He locks eyes with you but ultimately turns around with a very scared and annoyed look on his face.

“Now do you see why I was all messed up? I knew this was going to happen. You were gonna get hurt, and it was going to be my fault.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Clarisse-”

“But isn’t it? You would have been at the flag if Annabeth hadn’t known how much you mean to me. Instead, you were here. Instead, you were rushing off to go fight someone-”

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Clar!”

She presses her lips together.

“I can fight too. Not as good as you, but I can. I-I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to rely on you for everything, it’s- it’s embarrassing.”

You didn’t even know you were feeling this way until you felt it. But it’s always been there, you guess. You always watch Clarisse spar and know she could never do anything like that with you. And you thought you were fine with it, and you are fine with having things that you like and things that she likes- but you don’t want to be so useless anymore.

She’s silent for a second.

“I- I get that. I do. But I just don’t know how to tell you I… I love you without showing it. I’m not good at saying it, you know that.”

“Clarisse,” you frown.

She puts her hands on your face.

“You are… the most precious thing in the world to me, Y/N. I really hope you know that.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, you can feel her heart thump from the fight.

“I know that, Clarisse. Of course I know that. You show me every day, I just- I just want to feel like my own person.”

She grips you tighter. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll teach you to fight. But you have to do it how I say, and you can’t go off and do this-”

You pull back so you can make sure this is real.

“Really?” you smile.

“You have to listen to me, Y/N, and do it slowly, okay-”

“Yes, yes, yes, okay, yes,” you breathe, planting your hands on your face before kissing her. It’s slow, it’s sweet, it’s exactly what you think of when you think of her. You think of the side that’s yours, the side that only you can see.

You break it, leaning down to pick up her spear.

The red team is losing the fight behind you.

“Ok, go win capture the flag. And I’ll stay here. My hand does kinda hurt,” you mumble.

She smiles and kisses your cheek. “Not just a paper cut, huh?”

“Can I still give you a makeover?” you ask as she turns away.

“Maybe!”

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y/n: what why did you not recognize me ☹️☹️

clarisse, genuinely terrified: i have no idea what the hell you are talking about please please please don’t take away kissing privileges please please please

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Yeah I realized that after I posted it and I forgot to re read the fic my bad everyone

Diana is so daddy ngl

"I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND, HE CAN HAVE YOU WHEN I GO." — D.T³

⋆ smut. cheating

⋆ i dont condone cheating wtv wtv yap yap yap. hope yall like this :)

when you walked into the practice gym after a fight with your boyfriend, you knew your bad mood would reflect on the team. it always did, and you always felt bad about it. but it wasn't your fault your boyfriend was a complete dick.

you walked to your locker with your head down, which had already picked up some of your teammates attention, it was odd for you to be so quiet. and if they weren’t aware of your bad mood then, they certainly were when you slammed your locked door closed on accident, putting a little bit too much force behind your hand.

“what’s the deal with you today, babygirl?” diana asked, walking up to you after the locker room had cleared. diana had always flirted with you, knowing damn well you had a boyfriend. but she also knew you were unhappy, even if you never said it directly to her. you didn’t mind her affection, you couldn’t deny the arousal that settled in your stomach when she kept her hand on you a little too long or called you a sweet pet name.

“he’s being an ass again, dee.” you frowned, slumping back against your locker.

“poor baby, i thought i told you to leave him.” she raised an eyebrow. you had let her into some of the red flags of your relationship after one particularly bad fight a couple of months ago, you were desperate for a source to vent to and she always had open arms.

you sighed, knowing she was right. “i know, i know.”

“pick your head up pretty girl. come to my place tonight, i’ll make you dinner or something.” she smiled, putting a hand out to help you up from the bench.

you gave her an appreciative smile as you got up. “thank you, dee.”

“‘course babe.”

—

practice was fine, a couple of your teammates gave their condolences. though they weren’t quite sure what was going on with you. you were grateful when it was over though, glad to go home and get ready and forget about all the bullshit from today.

you shot diana a quick text, letting her know you’d be over in a couple of hours and headed home. the apartment was eerily silent when you stepped inside, it was always like this after a fight. you assumed he had left, it felt like a weight was lifting off of your chest. your assumption was confirmed when you walked into your bedroom to see half his clothes out of the closet, along with his suitcase.

you sighed and moved on from it, trying to get your mind off from this situation. you made your way to the bathroom and started to get ready.

after an hour you deemed yourself to be ready for diana’s tonight. you didn’t dress up too much, it wasnt a date after all. though you knew deep down, you wished it was.

you got into your car and drove to your teammates address. the drive was short and sweet. before you knew it, you were at diana’s front door, knocking.

“oh hey— woah— you look really nice.” she laughed nervously, clearly feeling underdressed in her t-shirt and shorts. her hair was let down, a rare sight you usually never got to see, soft curls framed her face perfectly. her face was slightly flushed after seeing you, moving out the way to let you in but also hide herself from you slightly.

“you look good too, don’t worry dee.” you laughed, resting your hand on a muscular bicep.

“okay well, give me like 5 minutes to get changed, there’s wine on the table.” she rambled, quickly walking back to her bedroom. you smiled to yourself, finding her nervous behavior adorable.

you walked into her kitchen area, two wine glasses full of probably the nicest red she owned, a vase of flowers in the middle. you sat down and quietly sipped on the glass in front of you, waiting for her return.

once she had finally come back, her hair was pushed back—not her usual tight slicked bun, but a softer pony tail that small wisps of hair fell out of—and she had a black polo on and cargo pants to match.

“you look like you’re gonna walk through the tunnel.” you joked.

“oh shut up, you know i own the same 5 things.” she rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

small talk began, catching up about things and future plans. the wine flowed and you could feel yourself get a bit more tipsy with every glass.

dee had begun to make dinner, refusing to reveal what she was cooking up.

“if you don’t tell me, i might jus’ have to come check it out myself.”

“come do it then, babygirl.” she laughed, looking back at you.

you huffed and got up, standing next to her at the stove. you couldn’t even pay attention to what she was cooking, too intoxicated by the scent of her.

“baby, the food is down there.” she chucked, noticing your eyes were glued to her.

“maybe i want you to eat me instead.” you said, stepping closer to her.

her face went red, a smile accompanied it. “you got a boyfriend babygirl.”

“fuck him. kiss me dee, please.” you whined.

that’s all it took, she smashed her lips against yours, guiding you backwards towards the nearest wall. her strong hands pinned your hips to the wall while she sloppily made out with you.

“he doesn’t make you cum, does he?” she muttered in your ear as she ran calloused fingertips under your top and across your skin, making you shiver. her lips found your neck, sucking gently.

“f-fuck diana—“ you whimpered, trying to answer her question.

“mm, words babygirl.” she mumbled against your neck.

“he doesn’t,” you whined out, your hands finding her back and pulling her closer.

“hm, i’ll change that tonight, pretty girl.” she purred against your ear before biting the lobe.

a yelp escaped your throat as you felt strong hands come up behind your thighs and pick you up with ease. she carried you to the nearest countertop, lips still connected. she sat you down on the counter before continuing her attack on your neck. you moaned as you felt teeth drag across the column of your throat, her tongue trailing behind.

she moved down your body, taking off your shirt and licking across your collarbones. “daddy— daddy, please.” you whined, bucking your hips upwards when she hit a particularly sensitive spot of your skin.

her head picked up from your body, her eyes lit up. “daddy, huh?” she smirked, pushing you back to lay you down. before you could respond, your shirtless back hit the cold granite countertops. the cold feeling was quickly replaced with warmth when her tongue found your stomach, running it up and down the length of your torso.

her hands found your bra, quickly taking it off and throwing it haphazardly onto the kitchen floor, accompanying your shirt. your fingers threaded into the loose ponytail as she found your nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. heat jolted straight down to your core, you needed her now.

“dee please, need you.” you whined, bucking your hips impatiently.

she lifted her head up from your tit, looking at you with half lidded eyes. “patience baby,” you whined at that, not wanting to wait much longer.

as if she could read your mind, she found your lips again, sloppily making out with you as she pulled down your pants. once she had gotten them down enough to have access to your panties, her finger found your clothed clit. “fuck—!” you moaned into her mouth, surprised by the sudden friction.

“you’re so fucking wet baby,” she growled against your lips, her finger making tight circles around your panty clad clit. her tongue found yours again, swirling them against each other as she used her other hand to grope your tit. rough calloused palms ran across hard nipples as she panted into your mouth.

she moved your panties to the side and wiped a finger up your slit, moaning at how wet you were. she gathered all the slick that had seeped out of your cunt and found your clit, soft squelching and your moans filled the room as she rubbed your clit.

“daddy please,” you babbled out, needing more. she smirked against your lips before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt, bottoming out and letting them sit in you so you could adjust to the sudden stretch. her thumb found your clit, rubbing it gently.

“takin’ me so well, good girl.” she purred into your ear as she began to slowly pump her fingers in and out, curling them just right every time she pulled out.

the praise only brought you closer to your orgasm, her words made you tremble as her fingers ruined you. “‘m close,” you slurred, barely coherent strings of her name and other expletives left your mouth as you approached your climax.

“cum f’me baby.” she panted against your ear, her fingers speeding up.

you mumbled mindlessly, your mind going blank as you came. stars filled your vision and for a second it felt like the only things in the room were you and diana. her holding you close as she helped you ride out your orgasm, whispering in your ear how good you are for her. how your boyfriend will never measure up to this.

after what felt like hours, her fingers left you, leaving you feeling empty, like you were missing a part of you. slick soaked fingers were brought up to your lips, tracing them before you opened and felt the tips push against your tongue. you sucked around them, moaning at the taste of yourself against the taste of diana’s fingers.

“you need to leave him, pretty girl.” she looked at you, lust still clouding her vision.

she wasn’t done with you yet.

live- k. arnold

Pt 2 to THIS

!! - short, wc 412, SMUT, suggestive jokes, some use of y/n

!! - kk is one brave mf, fingering, tiktok lives

Ever since KK had exposed your relationship, the two of you have been lest closed off.

Athletics had gotten back to campus yesterday, and now you and KK are livestreaming on TikTok while you try to finish assignments.

"Y/N can I be your wife?" You read out a comment and side eye the camera, then laughing after. "Sure." You reply, then KK side eyes you.

"No, she's mine." KK smirks after saying that.

You roll your eyes teasingly, “So much attitude for what?”

"’What are you guys doing right now?’ Um, we got back to campus yesterday. KK is supposed to be doing an assignment right now.” You say, nudging the girl beside you.

"That's right." KK says sarcastically, and puts her hand on your thigh. "This one over here doesn't do her assignments." You quickly brush her hand off, but as soon as you did, she puts it back. "We're just hanging out. Nothing big."

You ignore when KK drags her fingers closer to your inner thigh, reading some more comments. “‘Where’s Paige?’ She’s in her room.”

KK nudges the phone, making your lap out of the camera view. It’s close to midnight, so you’re wearing pajamas: underwear and one of KK’s tee shirts.

You give her a look: not now.

She pulls the crotch of your underwear to the side, grinning to herself triumphantly. “‘KK why are you cheesin’’ Can a girl not be happy?” She raises an eyebrow.

She leans forward to mess with the livestream, and just like that, two of her fingers slip into you.

You let out a small groan, dropping your head. The viewers get concerned, asking various questions about your demeanor.

“Fuck— I hate homework.” You say, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip when KK starts to move her fingers, pushing deeper.

“Y’all, we got like five assignments due.” KK adds on to your lie, curling her fingers in a “come here” motion to hit that spongy spot in you.

All you can do is nod, resting your head on your shoulder.

She presses her thumb against your clit and that’s when the band in your belly snaps. You freeze, tensing up and squeezing your eyes closed.

KK grins, pulling her fingers out of you.

She turns off the live with a smirk.

No that’s her friend she’s not cheating she told me herself

@cosmopretty I THINK LAILA IS CHEATING CHAT 😔

i need more laila fics pretty please

It’s on the way I have writers block help me out please

just read the first two chapters and i am so invested !! also how was your day babe 💌

Ahh ty for reading please leave some comments I love reading them 🫶🫶

Here’s a sneak peak of chapter three which alr has 1K words written ima finish and post it tmmrw

My day was bad I’m not feeling good but how was yours?

Shit idk probably a week or two idfk I wanna get more on my ears but she finna cry and guilt trip me and ion wanna deal with that like im almost 18 she gotta let me be

Hi pookiebutt should I get more piercings and risk getting into more arguments with my mom and possibly my phone taken

i mean shit how long you think she would take your phone. n if u do get ones you can hide really well