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It Was Written on Their Wrists in Stars (ch13/?)

Egon Spengler/F!Reader

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Rating: Lemon

Includes: Soulmate marks, soulmate fic, a second part of a date, spicy spicy writing (lol)

Word Count: 2073

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Summary: Ever since you were a child, you had dreamed about getting your mark and finding the perfect person. When you finally got your mark, a quarter-sized star on the inside of your wrist, you were delighted! Your fairytale romance was just getting started.

Egon didn’t believe in fate. He didn’t believe that a mark on your body meant something just because it matched a mark on someone else’s body. When he woke up one morning and found a star on his wrist, he brushed it off. Moles could be star-shaped, he supposed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters (sad, I know). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Ok, so I NEVER write lemon fics anymore... It takes me forever, I don't particularly have confidence in lemon writing... but I hope & pray this is good (or at least halfway decent). No beta or proofreading (I am exhausted rn aha) so we die like men or whatever. Thanks so much for the love and support over the past weeks!<3

Enjoy

His room is nearly identical to what I had imagined. Bookshelves covered in textbooks and what appears to be various parts of disassembled machinery. Not exactly neat, not exactly tidy, with piles of papers, notebooks, and yellow pencils strewed across his desk.

Walking around, I browse the various shelves searching for items that reflect parts of Egon I've yet to encounter. Egon is standing near the closed door, his eyes following my movements intently. The flush has reappeared on his cheeks and ears, anxiety evident in his expression and the stiffness of his posture.

I have a suspicion that I am one of the lucky few allowed into his personal space. The thought makes me feel special, that he's allowing me into a space of his he considers "off-limits" to the majority of the world.

I smile at him, running my hand across the unmade bed. Now, this is exactly what I had envisioned. Nothing about Egon screamed, 'I make my bed every morning.' No, I would bet he found it a waste of time. I could almost hear him asking why he would make the bed if he would only use it by the end of the day.

Moving towards the desk, I immediately recognize the notebook at the top of the pile as the one he'd been scribbling in when we met. I pick it up, flipping through the pages without a second thought.

He had been writing so furiously when we sat across from each other, and I wanted to know what had occupied his mind so ferociously that day and the days following.

"This is the notebook you had when we met. What do you write in it? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Egon takes a step closer, his hand landing on the back of his desk chair as he looks over my shoulder, "In that particular journal, I document my newest discoveries on subjects I've interviewed. Sometimes developments in my personal scientific theories and observations as well."

"Interesting." I continue to flip through the pages, "You don't mind?"

"I don't mind that you're reading it, no."

A smile stretches across my face before I look up at his face. Again, he's watching me carefully, tapping his finger against the top of his desk chair's back.

"You seem tense." I set the journal back on the desk. Egon looks away, clearing his throat. Something is clearly bothering him.

"I'm not used to having others in here--"

And while that excuse may work on another, I can sense the small white life. "Is that all?"

Egon hesitates before relenting. Lowly, he speaks, "No, that's not the only reason."

I hadn't thought so. Taking a step forward, I shrink the distance between us. Making the first move, I reach forward, pulling him towards me by the front of his collared shirt. He's rigid for a moment after I initiate the kiss, no doubt surprised where this conversation has gone. Or possibly my boldness at the present moment. After a moment, his brain catches up with the situation, and his hands come down to lay on my waist.

Maneuvering back to sit against the wooden desk, Egon follows, never breaking the kiss as he nestles between my thighs. Eagerness is evident in the way he cages me in against the desk and the broadness of his chest. The kiss grows rapidly more sloppy and desperate as time passes, and it becomes evident that this isn't enough contact for either of us. I want more, want anything he'll willingly give me at this moment. Want it all if he'll allow it.

My hands, moving greedily towards his belt, elicit a strangled moan from the back of his throat. I fumble with the buckle, blindly attempting to undo the blasted thing. His hand batting me away stops my attempt.

Did I do something wrong? Misread the situation?

I pull my person away from him, feeling slightly ashamed I went this far so soon, "What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Nothing." He's quick to assure, undoing the belt himself, "I can do it faster."

He's quick to reengage in a kiss before I can speak again. Not that I mind.

Hands move hesitantly against my abdomen, making their way to the underside of my breasts before he tentatively tests the weight in his palm. I sigh, pressing my chest against his hands, urging him to continue, to do more.

As Egon continues his exploration of my body, I continue my previous action. Unbuttoning the top of his trousers, I slip my hand under the waistband of his boxers, gripping his half-hard cock. Lost in the touch, he breaks the kiss once again, eyes glued to where I've begun to drag my fingers up and down.

"Is this okay?" I watch his face as he registers I've asked him a question.

"More than." His voice drips with lust.

Grinning, I continue my slow teasing rhythm, his body reacting to the touches quickly. For a moment, the thought flashes through my mind that he's never done this. But, I can't imagine there was never a girl who caught his fancy, never a girl who pursued him. It just didn't seem realistic that he's escaped the attentions, or more likely, no one's thought to give him romantic or sexual attention.

The thought seems completely ridiculous to me. But maybe I'm just being biased.

"I won't last long if you continue to do... that." He's buried his face in my neck, voice raspy and oh so alluring.

"We can't have that, eh?" I murmur back but continue my teasing motion.

Egon lets out a deep, shaky breath but doesn't press me to stop.

As much as I'm enjoying reducing him to a puddle of a man, I want to get on with it. Want to know the feel of him pressed deep within me. It's a need more than a want at this point.

The chair rolls an inch or two towards the center of the room when I push him down into it. Climbing into his lap, I thank whatever being created the universe, that I wore a dress tonight. Having to peel off more clothing to get what I want seems like so much work right now.

I assume by the bob of his adam's apple, when the fabric of my soaked panties wrests against his exposed cock, Egon feels similarly.

He taps his fingers against my waist, moving me up and forward, allowing him to tug his pants further down his thighs. The movement unbalances me, and to correct myself, I lean further than expected, my breasts pressing against his face.

Laughter bubbles up in my chest as I move back to sit on his thighs.

"What's so funny?" He asks, a small smile on his lips. He looks so fucked already, hair askew, cheeks flushed.

"Nothing in particular. I'm just... happy." I lean down to peck him on the lips before moving my hand between my legs to grab for his cock.

"Wait," Egon grips my reaching wrist, using his other hand to reach toward his bedside table. Rummaging in the drawer, he extracts a condom, quickly tearing the foil. Again, he takes control, moving me slightly before rolling on the condom.

When it's situated, I again grab for his cock, this time with no interruption from Egon.

Running the tip against my dripping cunt, I watch as he tilts his head back, running his fingers through his curls.

"Is this okay?" My thighs burn as I hover over him, the tip of his cock having slipped within me. The burn doesn't bother me as I watch a tinge of impatience wash over his features. I can tell he's dying to bury himself, pull me from the chair, and onto the bed so he can get the job done.

"No. You're teasing," his tone drips with the impatience he wears on his face.

"You like it," I grin, catching him off guard as I sink down. A small squeak escapes me as our hips meet, my fingers digging into the muscle of his back. Another shaky breath escapes Egon's lips as his hands hold tight around my waist, keeping me from moving just yet.

Having regained my breath, I cup his jaw in my hands, "Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

Egon nods, the grip on my hips lessening substantially. The first roll of my hips against his amplifies the fluttery feeling in my stomach. My voice fails me, my brain fails to make words... I get lost in the drag of his cock in and out.

Lost in his own lust, his hand scrambles to bunch up my dress behind my back. I tilt my pelvis, letting him watch the way his cock disappears as I move to meet our bodies together.

"Shit..." Fingers gently caress above my clit, the touch so maddeningly soft.

"Oh my g--" I push back against his fingers, urging him to travel just a little lower. He obliges, the rough pads of his fingers rolling the bundle of nerves with careful expertise.

"Yes! Keep doing exactly that," I squirm under the ministrations, attempting to grind down on his cock and hand simultaneously. No man has ever brought me to the precipice of climax this quickly before, and I wonder, despite the rapidly tightening coil within me, if this is an effect of the mark or if Egon is some sort of sex god.

It could be both, I surmise.

"Are you close?" He asks in a husky voice.

I can't speak, can barely think as his fingers speed up, lighting pinching my clit periodically. Instead, I nod. Nodding is all I think I can do as my climax reaches its peak.

"Egon!" I nearly shout, my body pulsing around him.

He doesn't move, doesn't thrust up against the spasming of my cunt. Instead, he sits still, eyes closed, letting the feelings of warmth and wetness overcome him.

It's unbelievably hot; his whole face blissed out like this over my pleasure. It spurs me on to fuck him harder, faster. To see the look on his face when he came deep within me.

Still overcome with euphoria, I lift myself on Jell-o-like knees and get back to business. The high of my climax hasn't worn me out, and I continue to bounce against his lap, letting the top of my dress slide from my shoulders, revealing my breasts.

"You made me feel so good, darling," I smile, tucking a strand of his hair behind. He looks so cute, with pinkened cheeks and a dumb lusty expression on his face.

He tilts his head back once more, a deep, animalistic moan falling from his lips.

"Look at me," I demand, racing him to the end.

Brown eyes meet mine right as he finishes.

"Fuck--" the word comes out as a groan, his eyes squeezing tight, his hold on my body even tighter.

A giggle releases from my chest as I lean my forehead against his. I am tired, satisfied, and happier than I've been in a long, long time.

"That was—"

"Great," Egon leans back in the chair, thumb running against my thigh as he catches his breath.

"I was going to say, unexpected," I laugh, "but it was pretty incredible."

Egon flashes a rare smile and a moment of peaceful silence passes.

"Stay the night." His voice is so sure, so full of emotions that are difficult to say yet. Things that will be said some other day when we aren't so exhausted and... sticky.

"Of course."

***

The Next Morning...

Before I get out of bed, I glance over at Egon. He's still fast asleep, laying on his stomach with one of his pillows tucked under his arm.

I smile down at him before reaching for the blue robe hanging by his bed and exiting the room quietly. There had to be coffee somewhere in the kitchen...

I jump right as I walk into the kitchen, seeing the figure of a man.

Ray leans against the countertop, "So... How was your night?"

The grin on his face overwhelmingly screams I know what you did last night.

Embarrassed, I glance away from him, "It was fine." Shoot, I definitely thought Ray would be out with whats-her-name last night... Not in the bedroom next to my... boyfriend's.

He chuckles, pouring himself a cup of coffee, "You want some?"

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