One Shots

Elle's Boyfriend

Quick A.N. before we get started. This is a safe space where fantasies can be explored. Just because I write something, doesn't mean I think it would be healthy or fun in real life, but a fantasy is a fantasy and it hurts no one. I'll be putting a TW at the start of chapters so anyone uncomfortable with certain topics can venture to another chapter where they'd be more comfortable.

Also, I think putting y/n is just annoying, so I'll be making up character names for these chapters. If you don't like them, you can imagine it's your name or some other name.

That said, happy reading 😘

TW: Cheating, intoxicated sex (you cannot give consent when intoxicated), unprotected sex (protect yourself from STDs friends, wrap it up)

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I staggered into the first empty room I could find.

It was hideous, but I was too tired to give a shit about the posters of naked women taped to the walls, or the cluttered pile of sports gear in the corner of the room.

Once the door closed behind me, squeezing the hallway-light out of the room, it was too dark to see any of that anyways.

The moonlight ricocheted off the building next door, entering through the cracks in the blinds in rich purple streams. I practically floated into the unmade bed, which surprisingly still smelled like laundry detergent.

Sighing, I kicked off my shoes and slipped under the covers, closing my eyes and drifting.

So quickly.

I was on a boat, down river, and it was peaceful and warm, and I was... gone.

***

“Lia?” I heard a whisper.

My eyelashes fluttered, but I didn't move. Was I dreaming?

“Lia?” that same voice from before whispered, this time louder. “Hey, it’s me. It’s Ace.”

My heart shot into my ribcage, and my breath caught in my throat.

Ace?

I was facing the wall, so I craned my head over my shoulder to get a look at him and confirm this wasn't a dream.

He was standing by my waist, leaning his long legs against the side of the mattress. His deep-set black eyes slid from my knee to the width of my hips, and up over my breasts, which were still pushed up towards my face, thanks to the bra I hadn't bothered taking off yet.

Finally those round eyes found their way to mine, red rimmed and half shut.

The dimness of the room pushed the contrast on his face, highlighting the fullness of his mouth, and the corner of his prominent jaw.

“Hey. What’re you doing in here? Where’s Elle?”

He bit the corner of his lip and sat down next to me, right in the bend of my knees, so my legs curled around his low back. I had to hide an embarrassing gasp when he planted his hand two inches from my crotch, and leaned in, lowly mumbling, “We got into a fight and she left me here.”

“Oh,” I rasped out, rolling onto my back to put a bit more space between his big, tattoo-decorated hand, and my poor depraved cat. It had been almost a year since Ben and I broke up, and just as long since I'd been intimate with another person. To call me pent up would have been an understatement.

“Ya..” Ace dragged the word out, shaking his head and staring at the wall for a bit before returning his gaze to me. “And my phone died and all the other beds and couches are taken. Would it be weird if I asked to sleep in here with you?”