Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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Guys.. :)

You heard it here, first. Don't mess with Rae's fanfics.

I was like, properly scared for 2 seconds. Like "wOAH THERE, BUDDY BOY."
That's what I mean by "why do you guys love this book so much?" There's people like Rae who'd literally stab someone who tried to change this book in any way, or even say something bad about it.

I love Rae, and I love all of you, but fUCK, CALM YOURSELF. There are tons of other fanfics and books on Wattpad that are a million times better than this one.

But um.. *cough* wHo WaNtS tO sAvE mE fRoM tHe BiG bAd RaE¿
Comment below if you'll save me.

⚠️Smut Warning⚠️
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"So, shall we go to the next scene?" Tom says breathlessly, sitting up a little to grab his script. I nodded, sitting up as well, gulping down the rest of my tea thirstily.
He handed me my script, causing me to smile. I thanked him quietly, flipping the script to the right page.

I skimmed my eyes over this next scene, immediately feeling my cheeks get hot and my stomach drop.

Scene #15:
Cassidy & Richard,
The Secret Night Between Best Friends

*on the couch, Rich and Cass sit quite uncomfortably together after their fight, both sweaty messes and breathing heavily.
They look over at each other and smile, laughing a bit, but turning away.
The second time they look at each other, they collide together in a passionate kiss.
Rich pulls Cass onto his lap, pulling off her shirt messily as they continue with their passionate session.
Then, Cass unbuttons Rich's shirt, flinging it to the side like useless trash.
He pushes her down onto the couch forcefully and takes off her shorts.
She unbuttons his jeans and he stands up to take them off.
Once he gets them off, he gets in between her legs and she pulls him down for another heated session.
Rich takes off her bra, throwing it away alongside his shirt.
They both take off their underwear, coming back for another kiss, eagerly and hungry like it's an addiction.
Rich then inserts himself into her, pounding into her-

"We.. We don't have to practice this scene until filming if you're uncomfortable." Tom's now scratchy voice brought me back to reality.
I looked up from the script, seeing Tom looking at me with deep, lust filled oceans. His face was red from blushing and he kept on gulping, meaning his throat was now dry.
He bit his bottom lip, thinking intensely about something,
and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"We're going to have to film it, yeah? I don't want us to be awkward and rigid when that day comes. We need to rehearse it." My eyelashes fluttered as I reached for my phone, quickly texting William
'don't come into the house for another hour, please. Rehearsing a sex scene.
Xx, Y/N ;)'

And before I could even set my phone down, William texted back
'Try not to ruin the living room, please. I'd rather not clean up a huge mess.
Use protection.
-W ;)'

I nearly choked on air, laughing quietly as I set my phone back on the table.
I turned to look at Tom who was still thinking carefully, his bottom lip still between his teeth softly.
"There's not that many lines in this scene, so we don't really have to read over it again and again." I giggled nervously, trying to lighten the tense mood that surrounded us.
To my surprise, his eyes lightened a bit, his teeth releasing his bottom lip as he chuckled deeply.

"Yeah, you're right." He smiled as he leaned back. I followed his lead, relaxing and sighing heavily.

We looked at each other, grins covering our faces once again as a giggling fit hit us. We calmed down, going back to our sitting positions, the only noises we could hear were our uneven breathing.

Then, we looked at each other slowly...

And collided.

His right hand went to my cheek as we locked lips. His were so soft, tasting of salted caramel and iced tea.
Then, as the script said, he pulled me into his lap, earning a groan from both of us.
We released from the kiss, only for him to skillfully take off my shirt. I was wearing a black lacy push up bra with a tiny grey bow in the middle.
He happily grunted at this, pulling me back into the kiss, his hands gripping my waist.

I fumbled with his shirt buttons, finally pulling it off of him without breaking the kiss. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I quickly obliged.

He pushed me down onto the couch forcefully, causing a deep moan to escape my throat.
He started to grind into me softly, both of us throwing our heads back in pleasure.

He basically ripped off my pants, causing me to arch my back at the chilly air that hit my warm legs.
I shivered, causing him to smirk. That smirk by itself could make anyone's ovaries explode.
He leaned down to my ear, his hot breath fanning over me as he whispered,

"Are you cold baby girl? Want me to warm you up?"