#And the so called friends have to fucking nerve to keep saying everything they do is in honor of Kurukđ
As if Kuruk being claimed as the worst Avatar in history, while he cleaned up Yanchens mess, dedicating his life to slaying bad spirits while getting no reward but only hatred towards him, losing his wife on the wedding day in progress AND his own life at the early age of THIRTY THREE by literally rotting from spirit powers was not enough suffering for a lifetime. Hah. NooOOOo!
Apparently universe does not want to give this man a fucking break because his "team Avatar" his "best friends", keep being the absolute assholes even after his death AND LITERALLY BETRAY HIM IN HIS NEXT LIFE. AND THEN KEEP MAKING HIS RECARNATION'S LIFE MISERABLE. WHY WAS NOT ONE LIFETIME ENOUGH, WHY??
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Show Me*
Summary: The second part to Teach Me*
Class is in session, and this time, Harry needs a little help exploring his favorite kinks. Like...how to get somebody off underneath a table.
And you're more than happy to lend a helping...hand.
Word Count: 6k
âSoâŚhow did she like it?â
Harry laughs as he slips out of his car. âWow, I think thatâs a new record. Waited a whole thirty seconds to ask me.â
âBite me,â you retort as he makes his way toward where youâre waiting on the sidewalk. âWell?â
He shrugs, hands shoving into his pockets. âDunno. We never got to it.â
âSo, just straight to the fucking, then, huh?â you question. âNo foreplay at all? I mean, heyâŚif thatâs what sheâs intoâŚgreat. But, personally, I think the foreplay is the bestââ
âAll right,â he interjects with a wicked yet amused grin. âThatâs not what I meant. She got called into work before we could.â
âOh.â You offer him a pitiful frown. âSorry, bud.â
âBite me,â he mimics as he brushes past you. âSâfine. Itâll happen when it happens.â
âThatâs the spirit,â you encourage as you fall in-line beside him. âGives you more time to find your nerve.â
âYeah,â he agrees quietly, glancing down at the concrete. âOr more time to practiceâŚother things.â
âOther things?â
âYeah,â he says again, one brow raising as he looks back over. âYou know, likeâŚhow to eat ass.â
Finally catching onto his joke, you groan and reach out to shove him away from you, watching as he stumbles with a laugh. âFucking hilarious.â
âListen, I was actually looking forward to it,â he continues, hand over his heart as if disappointed. âI bet you really know how to eat some ass.â
âHaâŚha.â
âWhat? You do, donât you? Cause ofâŚEric?â
The familiar but dreaded name sends a shiver down your spine as you recoil away and scrunch your nose in horror. âEw.â
He looks proud. âWell? Am IÂ wrong?â
âYes,â you huff before sighing. ââŚno. But he wasnât that great of a teacher, anyhow.â
âNo fucking kidding,â Harry snorts with a smile. âYouâre much better.â
âThank you.â
âOf course,â he beams, reaching out for the door of the restaurant to swing it open. âAfter you.â
âAs it should be,â you tease, winking to hint at the double entendre, and his eyes roll.
You find your large group of friends already gathered around a table near the back of the room, and quickly make your way over.
For the next few minutes, you all exchange pleasantries, catch-up, and tease Harry about his failed attempt at mating.
Heâs a good sport about it, flipping everyone off with a smile before changing the subject.Â
Because, despite the jokes, all of you know that Harry could have anybody he wanted. Maybe his experience in the bedroom is lacking but thatâs only because it was a personal choice that he made. And everybody knows it. As far as charm and seduction go? Harry Styles is a king.
Perhaps even a God.
âŚno, thatâs giving him too much credit.
You shake your head, clearing the thought away as you listen to your friends gossip about the newest celebrity drama and reality TV scandals.
And you try to care. Really, you do.
But your mind keepsâŚdrifting.
To Eric.
God, you could just kill Harry for re-planting that seed in your subconscious and reminding you of the worst mistake youâve ever made.
Because there was a time when Eric was everything to you. When you were closer to him than you were to Harry. When you trusted himâcompletelyâwith your mind, soul, and body.
And of course, he just had to shit all over the self-growth and progress youâd made.
You feel your phone vibrate from its place on your thigh, and you glance down to see Harryâs name flashing across the screen.
Sneaking a curious sideways peek his way, you swipe up to read his text.Â
SoâŚPete Davidson is Kim Kardashianâs stepfather now? Am I hearing that right?
Confused, your brows pull together as you look over at him.
His explanation is to nod at your friends across the table with a smirk, and you laugh.
I donât know, you type. I wasnât listening.
Oh? Why not? This is fascinating stuff.
Idk. Just wasnât.
Harryâs expression seems to fall as he studies you before his fingers are flying across the screen. You were thinking about Eric, werenât you?
âŚnooooooo.
His eyes narrow.
So what if I was?
BeeâŚyou can do better than that. Even in your head.
See, you say that, and yetâŚhere I am.
Because youâre not doing better. You canâŚyou just arenât.
Yeah? And how exactly would I do better?
You catch the way his lips pull back into a Cheshire-like grin as he begins to type.
Well, you kind of already did do better. With me. The other day.
Swallowing a scoff, you type, That was only because I felt bad for you.
Think you felt a lot of things that day, Bee. But bad wasnât one of them.
You toss him a playful glare. Are you ever gonna let that go?
Not likely. After all, you did promise me another lesson.
You donât need another lesson, you just need to stop being so goddamn annoying.
Come on, you canât deprive me now. Not when I know I have so much to learn.
Google it.
Ouch.
Youâll live.
Itâs not living if itâs not with you.
This time, you do groan, and reach over to swat his arm. âStop,â you hiss. âYou really are fucking annoying.â
âLearned from the best,â he retorts, leaning closer to you in an attempt to conceal the conversation. âLearned a lot of things from you, actually.â
âHarry,â you huff again, but youâre smirking. âMy god, you donât really wanna learn how to eat ass do you?â
He shrugs. âI donât know. I guess I donât really know what I wanna learn. Thatâs why I need a teacher. To teach me what I want.â
You know heâs fucking with you. You can see it all over his face and yet, for some reasonâŚyour interest is piqued. âThought that was a one-time deal.â
âIt was,â he agrees. âButâŚthe door to knowledge is never closed.â
He follows this up with a devious chuckle to let you know heâs teasing, and you nudge him again. âSee? Annoying.â
For a moment, you both put the topic to bed and return to the conversation happening across the table.
But again, your mind wanders.
Wanders all the way back to your bedroom and the image of Harryâs curls wound around your knuckles.
Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about that afternoon quite a few times since it happened. After all, youâre only human. And Harry had done a rather excellent job. Sure, youâve had a tad better. But for his first timeâŚit wasnât half bad.
And youâd waited to feel weird about it after the factâŚbut you never did. Which was strange. The two of you returned to your normal routine as if it had never happened.
And you were certainly glad for that. So why is it that now, as the opportunity for a relapse is placed so obviously in your lap, are you not repulsed by it?
Why is it that you havenât immediately shut the idea down? Laughed it off? Why is it that youâreâŚconsidering it?
Again?
You almost want to shudder at the very thought, but as you look over to the chair beside you and take in Harryâs relaxed smile as he listens to your friends talkâŚsomething seems to shift.
You will admit, since your littleâŚexperimentâŚyouâve begun to equate those kinds of memories and feelings with Harry instead of Eric.
And thatâs another thing you wouldnât dare complain about. You like the idea of being able to associate pleasure with someone that makes you feel safe. Secure instead of unhinged.
And perhaps this is a huge mistakeâŚbut suddenly, you canât seem to see the harm?
He gets to learn how to make a woman feel good and you get to erase Eric from your past permanently.
What could possibly be so wrong with that?
Subtly, you clear your throat as you turn your head to him, calling his attention away as he raises a brow.Â
âOkay, soâŚif I were to agree to another lessonâŚâ you begin hesitantly as his eyes grow wide. âIâd need a littleâŚinformation.â
He angles his body toward you as well, murmuring, âYeah? Like what?â
You think for a moment. âI donât knowâŚwhat kinds of kinks do you have?â
âI donât know,â he repeats smugly, nodding his chin at you. âIsnât that what youâre supposed to help me find out?â
You quickly glance across the table to make sure nobody is listening as you lean in and whisper, âWellâŚI donât even know where to start with you. Youâre a virgin, itâs hard.â
âIâm not a virgin,â he corrects with a scoff. âI justâŚhavenât done it a lot since the first time.â
âMhm,â you snort. âDoesnât change the fact that if you donât know what you like, thereâs no way Iâll know.â
He studies you for a second, seeming to think. âWellâŚwhy donât you tell me what you like? Maybe Iâll get some ideas.â
You hesitate. What do you like? âUhâŚokay. I mean, I like pretty much everything, I guess.â
âYeah? Like what? Name something.â
WellâŚshit. âUmâŚI donât know. Have you ever heard ofâŚexhibitionism?â
He runs his tongue over his teeth in thought, brows lifting up with intrigue. âIâm 27, Iâm not dead.â
âHilarious.â
âWhy? Sâthat something youâre into?â
You swallow but force a relaxed and nonchalant demeanor. âKind of, yeah. Fun to play with whatâs mine when anybody could see.â
He almost seems impressed, leaning back as he looks at you. Really looks at you. âYou donât fucking say.â
âOkay, donât make it a whole thing,â you whisper urgently, already swatting at him in warning. âIt was just an idea. We can always think of somethingââ
âShow me.â
You pause. âShow youâŚwhat?â
He nods his chin at you. âShow me how youâd play with whatâs yours when anybody could see.â
Your expression falls. âSeriously?â
âSeriously.â He nods. âIâm a vessel. Show me. Teach me.â
And maybe itâs the glass of wine offering you an extra ounce of courage, or maybe itâs the fact that youâve already done this once before, or maybe itâs the fact that itâs HarryâŚ
But whatever it is, you reach out, and smooth your palm along his upper thigh, just to watch his breath catch. âAre you sure?â you ask softly, careful to keep beneath the suspicion of the group across the table. âBecause I need to know if you canâŚhandle it.â
You feel him tense, his fingers flexing across the tablecloth as he regards you. âIâll handle anything you want me to.â
Your hand drifts a little higher. âAnd youâll sit here? And be a good student?â
He shoots you a coy smile. âThe best.â
A little higher. âAnd you know your safe word?â
ââStop,ââ he answers, teeth tugging on his bottom lip. âDonât think Iâll need it, though.â
âYou might.â
âWonât.â
âMaybe.â
âNo fucking way.â
You slow to a stop, centimeters away from the rather obvious dip in his pants. âDonât say that. Just use it. If you need to.â
His expression softens. âI know, Bee. I will. Promise.â
âGood.â So, with that and a deep breath, you take the plunge, ghosting your touch over his covered cock.Â
And itâs different this time because itâs you touching him. Itâs his body in your hands and this far exceeds your usual high-five.
You arenât sure what you expected. You kind of already know heâs big from the few times you guys have gone swimming together. And heâs accidently brushed up against you before when scooting past you and worn sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to help him hide an erection (another reason why youâre never watching a Margot Robbie movie with him again).Â
But feeling it nowâŚknowing exactly what this man is in possession ofâŚfeels forbidden.
You keep your expression stoic, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your awe as you watch the way his lashes flutter.
âEasy,â you warn in a delicate whisper. âRule number oneâŚmake a sound and I stop.â
His teeth grit as he leans back against his seat. âFine.â
âGood.â You bring your fingers together until you can cup your palm around him, adding just the slightest amount of pressure before glancing back at your friends.
Theyâre laughing about something, you donât really know what, but you smile and nod along as if absolutely enthralled.
And as the seconds pass, you feel Harry grow harder in your hand. Needier. He shifts at least three times a minute, clearly struggling to keep from bucking up into your touch.
Youâre being as easy on him as you can. A few squeezes, a bit of palming, and some light brushing just to tease him.
Heâs gripping onto the edge of the table so tight, youâre surprised itâs not shaking. But heâs restraining himself, as best he can, and you feel oddlyâŚproud.
You maneuver a little closer, head dipping until your lips are close to his ear. To anyone else, it might look like you're merely trying to be heard over the loud music.
But Harry knows better.
"This...is where the fun is," you tell him. "Knowing it would be so easy to have you coming in your pants. Right here, right now. In front of everybody."
You add a bit more pressure and watch the way the veins in his arms begin to strain against his skin. The way the muscles in his jaw constrict and the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows.
âYou feel it, donât you?â you murmur as his fingers begin to scratch down the table, desperate to grab onto something. âFeel what it does to youâŚto be played with. Just like thisâŚexactly like you wanted.â
He sucks in a quiet gasp for air as his head threatens to drop back, little curls falling across his forehead.
Heâs not stopping you. And you know he wonât. Heâll happily let himself go right into his trousers, in front of the whole goddamn resturant. Right here, right now.
But that wasnât apart of the lesson.
So, just when you can feel his resolve begin to crumbleâŚyou stop.
He exhales a long, deep breath, slumping into the chair as if completely drained of all energy, and you almost want to laugh.
âSoâŚwhat did you learn?â you ask softly as you lean back in.
âThat Ericâs a fucking ass,â he replies instantly, shooting you a lazy grin. âAnd that weâre definitely not kids in a tree house anymore.â
âNo kidding,â you agree. âAnything else?â
He mulls this over, eyeing you closely. âThat I think Iâm more of aâŚhands-on learner.â
Your brow raises. âWhat does that mean?â
His answer comes in the form of his touch, hand outstretching for your leg, long fingers brushing across the hem of your dress. âIt meansâŚI need to see for myself.â
He pauses down by your knee in order to allow you the time to understand and either accept him or reject him.Â
But you simply blink, focus falling from his face down to your lap. âAhâŚI suppose that makes sense.â
His lips roll into his mouth. âMhmâŚwhat do you say, Teach?â
Your nose scrunches at the nickname but you smile. âI say practice makes perfect.â
And he wastes no more time in slipping beneath the fabric to travel up your thigh and toward your hips.
Now, youâre the one forced into restraint, a gasp immediately hitching in your throat as he brushes his thumb down the front of your underwear.
It instantly brings you back to the last time, and his touch, while familiar and oddly reassuring, makes your head spin.
You slowly look over at him, taking note of the way heâs so goddamn proud of your reaction, and the way he returns his attention to your friends.
Exactly like you had.
Because this is the lesson after all. The concept of teasing and torture and watching somebody come undone so easily.
The idea of getting caught.Â
You could tell from the moment you reached for him that this was something he was into. But even when he was trying not to thrust up into your hand, it was obvious that his interest lied with you and your pleasure.
With the idea of putting you under this sort of duress.
He really is a sadist.
Good to know.
"How's this for practice?" you hear him murmur as you become vaguely aware of the way he's scooted his chair closer to you.
You open your mouth, lips parted and ready to respond, but you can feel the beginning of a whimper threatening its escape.
So you swallowâthicklyâand nod your head once.
"Good, then?" he asks, and you have to fight the urge to cross your legs over his hand. "Bee...I need you to speak."
But you can't fucking speak. The pressure of his touch has increased, and it feels so...so fucking good. "It's....yeah. Fine. It's fiâ"
Suddenly, you gasp, and thankfully, it's lost beneath the jazz music still loudly playing through the restaurant.
But it's not lost on Harry, and you watch his smug smile expand as his teasing begins to slow. "Uh-uh," he tuts softly. "You know the rules. Make a sound...and I stop."
You exhale the singular word, "Har," and he hums.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What?"
You have to physically fight the urge to whimper with desperation. Truth be told, heâs hardly even doing anything, but his handsâŚ
Youâd fucked up by sneaking a glance down at the tattooed skin disappearing beneath your dress. Because itâs sinful to feel the cold, metal of his rings brush against your warm thighs. Sinful to know heâs pressing his thumb into you just to feel the way youâve begun to soak the material heâs so effortlessly playing with.Â
HeâŚis sinful.
And then suddenlyâŚhis touch disappears. Retreats from between your legs as your mouth just about drops open.
And you could cry at the loss of contact because it felt so safe and so exciting. Teasing or not, it was so fucking good, and you hate him for making you go without.
But thenâŚyou learn why.
His fingers move to wrap around the edge of your seat, getting a good grip on itâŚbefore he yanks.
Your chair is forced closer to his, squeaking against the floor as he begins to smirk victoriously.
âThere,â he declares quietly before his hand is returning to your lap. âMuch better, donât you think?â
And it is better because now heâs so much closer, and has so much more room, and youâre so fucking close to just throwing in the towel and hurling yourself at him. Friends be damned.
âSpeak, Bee,â he repriminds after a minute of your silence, and instantly, you begin to squirm.
âHar,â you whisper, both begging him for his mercy and for his cruelty.
âWhat?â he replies evenly. âWhat do you need, hm?â
You, you think. âCanâtâŚsâjustâŚâ
âCome on,â he tsks. âThink you can do better than that, canât you?â
But you canât.
âPlease,â you try again, a faint request.Â
âPleaseâŚwhat?â
âHarâŚâ
âUh-uh. Tell me. What?â
Again, you swallow, willing yourself to stay silent. "Harââ
âNo.â
âHarryâ"
"...Harry?"
This time, it's Charlie calling his name, and immediately, you go deathly still as you turn back toward your friends.
However, Harry is calm as he raises a brow. "Yeah?"
For a moment, the three across from you simply stare, rather curiously before Charlie says, "Oh, I was just asking how Tina is?"
You could almost moan with relief.
âSheâs good, yeah,â Harry answers cooly, pointer finger hooking around the edge of the material on your thighs to pull it aside. âYeah, real good. Been working a lot, so I havenât seen her much.â
âAw, thatâs too bad,â Jackie offers with a pout. âIs she nice? Will we like her?â
Harry laughs, head shaking with amusement as if heâs not dragging his thumb down your clit while you swallow a rather desperate whine. âSheâs nice. I donât know if weâll ever make it that far, though.â
Calebâs head tilts. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He shrugs. âI donât know. Weâve hung out, likeâŚtwice. Sânot really that serious yet.â
And you almost snort, because to youâŚhe seemed pretty serious about her.
But you suppose eating pussy doesnât exactly require an engagement ring, and maybe he just wants a fuck buddy.
âWellâŚshe still needs to pass the approval test,â Jackie argues with a wink. âAnd the fact that she strung you along for two months is not doing her any favors.â
âShe was just making him work for it,â Charlie teases. âAnd he needs to be humbled, so I say good for her.â
âPlease. Look at him,â she snorts. âHeâs too pretty to be this dumb. Okay, he can do better than Tammyââ
âTina,â Harry corrects before slowly easing the tip of his finger in, and your entire body goes rigid.
ââyeah, whatever. The point isâŚyou can do better,â Jackie finishes proudly, shooting a pointed look toward Charlie.
Harry begins to smirk, slowly stealing a glance at you. âYeah. Maybe we can all do better.â
Now curious, Caleb nods at you, and you do your best to control your reactions as he says, âYeah, speaking of whichâŚhave you heard fromâŚhim?â
You shake your head quickly, mentally damning Harry to hell as he pushes in a bit further just to make it harder for you to reply. âUhâŚno. Nope. Not since that night.â
âIâll kill him,â Jackie tells you. âNo, really. I will. Iâll hit him with my car and drag his dead body out to the woods, and watch the bears eat him.â
You breathe out a laugh, but itâs outrageously forced, and Harry can tell. âItâsâŚitâs fine. HeâsâŚyou know, we all move on. Iâm fine.â
âSure,â Harry says with a wicked gleam in his eye. âYeah, you seem fine.â
âOh, I am,â you murmur through a tight-lipped smile. âFucking fantastic.â
âGood,â he hums before you can feel him curl upward. âHope it stays that way.â
Your hands drop to the chair beneath you, and you grip onto the sides for dear life in an attempt to keep from reeling. âThanks for yourâŚconcern.â
âAnytime,â he beams as you feel him slip out. âJust want you toâŚdo and feel the best that you can.â
The wet pad of his finger then returns to your clit as he presses into it just to push it in a teasing circle.
Your eyes just about roll back as you quickly turn your face toward your shoulder and fake a cough. âFuckâŚsorry,â you apologize hoarsely as your friends look on.
âAre you all right?â Jackie asks softly. âSorry, we shouldnât have brought him up. We can change the subject.â
âNo, itâsâŚitâs fine,â you sigh, hoping to sound casual, despite the fact that youâre teetering on the edge of a wail. âReally, heâs justâŚa guy. Just someâŚstupidâŚsadisticâŚevil fuckingâŚguy.â
And while the group across the table snorts their agreement, you see that Harry knows that jab was aimed directly at him.
He winks.
âI, uhâŚI need to go to the bathroom,â you suddenly declare, grabbing onto his wrist to forcefully shove it away before standing to your feet. âBe right back.â
âFeeling all right?â Harry asks innocently as he watches you push your chair in.Â
âJust delightful,â you reply before brushing your hands down the front of your dress. âSeriously, keep eating. I wonât be long.â
You leave the table before Harry can make another quippy remark, quickly making your way for the extravagant restroom in the back of the restaurant.
Honestly, you thought you had a little more self-control. You thought it wouldnât be so easy to get you so on edge, and yet here Harry is, making you clench so hard in your chair, you nearly burst a blood vessel.
You lock the door behind you and make a beeline for the sink. You flip on the cool water and gently trail it down your arms and chest to cool yourself down as you will the ache between your legs to subside.
Itâll be easy to take care of once you get home, but youâre rather impressed with Harryâs commitment toâŚeducation.
And something about looking your friends in the eye as he played with your cunt like a toy was oddly invigorating.
Far more invigorating than it ever had been withâŚEric.
Youâve no sooner smirked at this thought when your phone begins to buzz from its place on the counter.
Glancing down, you arenât surprised to see a text from Harry, but it does make you laugh.
Howâs it going?
Good. Just getting myself off before I come back, you answer.
Yeah? Texting me while you touch yourself? Hot.
Well, itâs not the first time.
A good minute passes before he responds, and you can easily imagine the way his eyes went wide.Â
Seriously?
Seriously. Why, is that weird?
Are you fucking kidding? No, itâsâŚI mean, itâs hot. Very, very hot.
Your brow raises. Yeah?
Kind of rude you never told me, though. Clearly I would have been of great help.
In my defense, I was a littleâŚbusy. Itâs already hard enough to type with one hand.
And even if you arenât exactly touching yourself right nowâŚyou arenât lying about having done it before. Not on purpose, of course. He just happened to text you right in the middle of your alone time and needed an answer ASAP.
SoâŚyouâd answered.
Yeah? Do you need an extra hand? he replies next, and you chuckle under your breath as you lean against the sink.
Why, do you know someone?
Funny.
Thank you, I thought so.
Is that a yes, then?
I think Iâm managing just fine.
Yeah? So youâre pinching your clit nice and tight for me?Â
You feel your breath hitch. This certainly isnât helping. Obviously.
And youâre clenching around your fingers for me? How many you using? One? Two? Maybe three? Know you like to feel stretched.
âFucking hell,â you whisper to yourself as you glance off into the bathroom. Heâs trying to kill you.Â
Canât really clench around anything when I have to keep answering these texts. Go eat your food and leave me to it.
And what kind of student would I be if I did that?
An obedient one.
And does that sound like me?
âNope,â you respond aloud, but type, You have been so far.
Think Iâd be more obedient if I finished what I started.
I meanâŚmaybe if you knew how.
You wait to watch the bubbles roll across your screen, but when they donât come, your heart sinks.
And thenâŚthereâs a knock.
A rather fervent and determined knock that makes you jump as you look toward the door.
âBeeâŚlet me in.âÂ
Shit. âIâŚuh, Iâm a little busy.â
âI know,â comes the deep, sultry reply. âSo, let me in.â
âHarââ
âOpen the goddamn door, Bee, before I break it down.â
Clearing your throat, you put your phone aside and cautiously tiptoe toward the door.
After sliding the lock over, you pull it back just a hair, and peek through the crack. âUh, hi. Sorry, this bathroom is a little occupied at the momentââ
His large hand comes out to press against the wood as he forces it open and steps inside. âAre you okay?â
You blink at him before scrambling to push it closed and relock it. âUhâŚyeah? Why?â
He strides a bit further into the bathroom before turning around to look at you, almost as if suspicious. âHonestly? I kind of thought you came in here to hide from me.â
âWhat? Why?â
âI donât know.â His arms cross over his chest. âI know you didnât actually come in here to fuck yourself, so I thoughtâŚmaybe you just felt uncomfortable.â
âOh, yeah? And how do you know I didnât come in here to do that?â you retort.
He smirks. ââCause you always use both hands. And if you were texting meâŚyou werenât fucking yourself.â
âAnd how do you know I use both hands?â
He shrugs. âYou told me once.â
OhâŚright. âWellâŚmaybe I was multi-tasking.â
âYou werenât,â he rejects immediately. âNo, I think you either came in here to hide from meâŚor because you were upset about what they said. You know, aboutâŚhim.â
An invisible fist snaps closed around your heart as you stare at the man across from you. The devious intentions and teasing from before are long gone as the man youâve known for years, your best friendâŚstands before you.
The concern is evident on his face as you take a step closer. âHarâŚhonestly, Iâm fine. I wasnât hiding from you, and I really donât care about Eric. I came in here to keep myself from coming all over your fucking hand.â
The corner of his mouth twitches with the temptation to smile, but his gaze remains skeptical. âAre you sure?â
âPositive.â You nod, taking another step. âCome on, I think itâs a little late to start questioning me now, donât you?â
He sucks on his teeth. âWellâŚI can never tell with you.â
âI feel like I made my enjoyment quite clear.â
âI thought so, too. Until you made me stop.â
Now, only inches away from him, you come to a halt. âYeah, well, I didnât exactly feel like explaining why I moaned to our friends, you know?â
His thumb rubs across the skin of his arm as he peers down at you. âThought that was the whole point of exhibitionism.â
You shrug, eyes falling across his features. âYeahâŚor maybe I just wanted to keep you to myself.â
His brow cocks up. âYeah?â
âYeah. You knowâŚlike a secret.â
Instantly, he grins, exhaling a laugh at the reminder of the pact you two made when you were younger. âWe are good at secrets.â
âThe best,â you agree giddily before the laughter dies out, and something seems to shift within his expression.
âThen I think itâs only fair we finish the lesson,â he says quietly, leaning a bit closer as you begin to still. âAfter allâŚI still need to show my work.â
Your lashes flutter, the smell of his cologne beginning to overwhelm you. God, why does he always smell so good? âGuessâŚguess thatâs only fair,â you agree faintly, and he seems pleased.
His head dips, nose brushing yours as he works to catch you off guard. âThen tell me what to do, Bee. And Iâll do it.â
It comes out before you can stop it. âKiss me.â
Heâs surprised by this request, going momentarily quiet but you donât miss the way his focus falls to your lips, as if pondering.
âKiss me,â you repeat, fingers itching to latch onto the back of his neck. âAnd this timeâŚdo it right.â
He seems impressed as he fights an arrogant smirk. âRight, huh?â
âYeah.â You straighten up, bringing your mouths a tad closer, but still without contact. âKnow you can. Know you know how to be gentle, donât you?â
And almost as if in retaliation, his hands find your hips, squeezing rather harshly as he begins to back you up toward the wall.
When you collide with it, he grins. âDunno about that.â
âTry,â you whisper, hands dancing up his chest. âTrust me, youâll get a lot more points that way. The right kiss can do everything, and I promiseâŚsheâll love it.â
He considers this for a moment, studying you closely before you feel his palm delicately cup your cheek.Â
He tilts your head back as he moves in, deliberately slow. âEverything, huh?â
You smile, nodding once. âYeah,â you breathe. âEverything.â
He kisses you.
Soft, and careful, and sadistically tame. He kisses around your mouth, peppers kisses to your bottom lip, to your cheek, to the line of your jaw.Â
He keeps his tongue from you, and you almost huff because after everything, you think you at least deserve a taste.
And finally, once youâre moments away from wilting in his hands, he takes that taste for himself.
Your head spins and your mind goes blank and everything makes sense.
Because kissing him is fun, and it makes you want to laugh, and kiss him forever, and never leave this one spot.
And youâre so enchanted by this revelation that you donât notice his hand traveling between your bodies to return to its home between your thighs.
But he slips underneath your dress without a moment's delay, fingers returning to their work of pulling your panties aside to finish what he started. And when you gasp into the kissâŚhe swallows the sound with ease.
âIs that right, hm?â he teases as he slides in. âThat good?â
Your lashes flutter closed as he presses his forehead to yours, and you donât offer a response because he already knows.
His precision just about kills you. In, out, in, curl, twist, pinch, pull. You can feel the drip down your thighs, can hear the sounds heâs making, can taste his desperation in each kiss he gives you.
And when you suddenly whine and squirm in his hold, he smiles. âThere it is, yeah? Right thereâŚsâwhat you needed, isnât it?â
It is. Itâs exactly what youâd needed, and he strokes the spot with fervor and just a touch of wonder.
Itâs cruel and itâs wonderful and it feels so fucking good, and nothing else makes sense to you except him.
Just him and the way youâre about to come undone by his hand for a second time.
You nuzzle your face into his neck, lazily kissing under his ear, and he seems to sigh with contentment as he braces you both against the wall to continue.Â
âCome on, BeeâŚknow itâs gotta hurt, doesnât it?â he coos, but his voice is thick. âKnow it hurts, so give it to me, yeah? Just give it to me. Let me make it better.â
And it overwhelms you, consumes you, controls you. His smell, his touch, his words. The past, the present, him. Just him. Only him. Right now. Everything.
The sound that rips from your throat feels foreign to you. Itâs loud and desperate and eager, and he presses his lips to yours to be a part of it.
It goes for what feels like hours, but time doesnât have a place here. It could have been ten seconds; it could have been ten minutes. You donât know, you donât care.
You justâŚlet it.
And you donât realize the way youâve slumped into his embrace as he holds you up, keeps you steady.
You donât realize heâs speaking to you, murmuring words of encouragement with just a hint of teasing.Â
You donât realize heâs refusing to let go.
But once you do, you realize something else, too:
You donât want him to let go.
"Think we might have a problem," he whispers after a moment, lips following the curve of your shoulder as he offers a few parting kisses.
Your head falls back against the wall and you take a few deep breaths. "Yeah? And what's that?"
"Well...you kind of fucked up," he begins as he moves to the other side of your neck, sucking on the vein just below your ear. "You gave me a taste, showed me what I've been missing."
You can feel yourself smile through the haze as his hands continue to grope at your waist.
"I mean, just knowing..." he continues, nosing under your jaw, "...you've been keeping so much knowledge from me...this whole time."
Your laugh is airy as you reach up to comb through his curls. "Is that right?"
He hums as he nods, the palm of his hand slowly smoothing up your stomach, pushing the hem of your dress along with it. "And now I don't know if I can go without. Feel so fucking insatiable...just thinking about what else you might be hiding from me."
With this, his fingers delicately ghost under the curve of your tit, forcing you to arch into his touch as he smirks.
"And what is it...you want to know?" you manage to reply, voice soft and nearly inaudible.
He pulls back and meets your eye.
"Everything."
Shit.
"Everything?" you murmur, subtly tugging him closer.
"Everything," he repeats. "Anything. All of it. You. Me. Us. Every fucking second, every fucking way."
You know what he's proposing. Know exactly what this means, but you don't know if a friendship would survive.
And you don't know which is more important.
"So...what do you expect me to do?" you ask breathlessly, still squirming beneath his hold.
He smiles. "I expect you...to show me."
"Show you," you repeat, as if in a trance.
"Show me," he whispers, moving back in to lick at your bottom lip. "Teach me. How to be better. How to be right. How take care of you. Wanna give you everything you need."
"Everything," you breathe.
"Everything." His other hand gently comes up to cradle the back of your neck. "Whatever you want, whatever you need. Tell me and I'll give it to you. Promise."
But what do you need?
"Are you sure?" you ask, softly pushing on his chest to garner his attention. "It's not like teaching you to play pool, Har. Exploring kinks is...delicate. Sacred. It's not a game."
"I know," he replies, sobering ever-so-slightly. "That's why it can't be anybody else. It has to be you."
It has to be you.
"Why?" you challenge.
He simply offers you a knowing look. "Why wouldn't it be?"
You chew on the inside of your cheek, looking for a reason to say no. Looking for the strength to know better.
But maybe you don't know better.
Maybe you just know him.
"Teach me," he says again, thumb stroking your jaw as those familiar eyes bleed right through to your heart. "Make me better."
Better.
Everything.
Nothing else makes sense. Nothing else feels right.
Just him.
"Okay," you agree quietly, and his entire face lights up. "For science."
"For science," he repeats, dipping down to press his lips to your cheek in thanks. "But only if you're sure. I'd never want you to agree just because of me. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
He leans back. Frowns. He's unconvinced. "I mean it, Bee. I'm not asking just because I can. Iâm asking becauseâŚit feels like something we both want. But if it's notâ"
You kiss him again, stealing the rest of his argument. "I know how to say no to you, Harry. Think you should know that by now."
He smiles against your mouth. "Guess so."
For the next minute or so, you don't speak. He simply takes hold of your face with both hands and paints his gratitude across your tongue.
"So...where do you wanna start?" you ask when he finally allows you a second of reprieve.
"You tell me," he reminds you, and you feel yourself smirk.
"All right," you agree before slipping your fingers through the loops on his pants.
His eyes go wide.
Then, you tug.
"Let's start...with everything."
You bet your ass thereâs gonna be a part 3, because now that theyâve opened the doorâŚthereâs no closing it đ and Harryâs got a long list of new kinks to discover! And Iâm strangely excited about it?? This is concerning?? Pray for me???
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~ Hurt Me* (Pt. 3)
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Hello lovely,
I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)
Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky
Please. That would be nice.
Take care honey
oh my goodnessâ my heart đâ¤ď¸ the angst is gonna hurt, but iâm such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like itđĽ°
Love Hurts
⥠Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he wonât speak to you. You donât think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
⥠Warnings: language, mentions of buckyâs trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+
Your nails bit into your palm, denting the fleshâ threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.
It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioningâ the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldnât have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless moveâ but you were starting to discover a pattern.
It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. Youâd sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that dayâ unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severeâ but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission⌠it spiked.
Thatâs where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the spaceâ avoiding your frustrated stare. You werenât angry at him per sayâ you were angry that he didnât value his life.
âSeriously (Y/n)â you get so worked up over nothing. Iâm here and aliveâ isnât that enough?â He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldnât stop your thundering thoughts.
âYouâre here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!â You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didnât know how much longer you could control yourself.
He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.
âOh for fucks sakeâ can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!â He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.
âIâm not babying youâ Iâm just scared youâre gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?â You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.
He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotionâ only annoyance.
âNot really.â He admitted.
You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himselfâ his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasnât deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you werenât going to give up on him.
âYou realize if anything ever happened to you Iââ Your voice broke, needing a breath, âBuck I wouldnât know what to do with myself.â
You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too longâ his face was hardening again.
âThat doesnât sound like my problem.â He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.
You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfullyâ him not knowing what effect those words had on you.
âAre you fucking serious?â You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. âCan you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?â
His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards youâ his face inches from yours.
âI am doing my jobâ very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!â He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.
âDoing nothing? Buckâ why are you like this?â You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.
But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.
âLike what?â
You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shoutingâ you werenât sure you had said anything bad. Did you?
âWhat?â You squeaked out, nervous now.
âYou said, why am I like this⌠like what?â He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.
You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didnât mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.
âBuck, I didnât mean anythinââ
âWhatâ you think Iâm not capable of doing my job? You think Iâm still the monster hydra made me?â He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.
âNo, no Buck listenââ
That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.
âAfter 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I likeâ that I enjoy doingâ I fucking help people! Iâm finally doing some good and now youâre telling me Iâm not capable of doing it?â He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. âYou think Iâm only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?â
You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didnât like how close he was to youâ you knew heâd never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.
âFridayâ call Steve and Sam in here now!â You shouted into the room, and Buckyâs eyes squinted painfullyâ his metal arm whirring again.
Bucky only saw one thingâ you didnât reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didnât correct him that he wasnât the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scaredâ because you thought he was a monster.
He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through youâ as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.
Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.
âHeyâ whatâs going on?â Steve asked in between the two of you. âBuck, whatâs wrong man?â
You couldnât seem to find the words and just stood speechless as wellâ the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your wordsâ but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.
Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.
â(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?â Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.
You slowly shook your head but still didnât respond verbally.
âOkay, okay thatâs good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why donât we take a breather okay?â Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.
Without another word, you left the room with Samâ missing the devastated look from Bucky.
Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.
âBuck, you gotta talk to me manâ what happened?â He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasnât from being in a relaxing moodâ his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.
âI fucked everything up. Thatâs what happened.â He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.
Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his headâ ready to argue.
âYou didnât mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.â Steve pointed out, watching Buckyâs face unchanging.
âYou didnât see the way she looked at meâ sheâs scared of me Iââ He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, âI fucking scared her.â
Steveâs chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didnât believe that himself.
âI didnât see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that sheâs not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.â Steve tried to convince him.
Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.
âI think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.â Bucky came up with instead.
Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.
âBucky Iââ
âPlease Steve⌠I just need some space.â Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.
Steve couldnât find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasnât going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went throughâ he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasnât about to stoop to hydraâs level.
Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of waterâ standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.
â(Y/n)?â Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.
You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the tranceâ the anxieties still swirled within you.
âYeah sorry⌠Iâm here.â You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.
Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stareâ so he spoke up.
âYou wanna tell me what happened?â He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.
He knewâ hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one anotherâ dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.
âI donât really know⌠I think I said the wrong thingâ I didnât mean to make him upset.â You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.
âHey, donât beat yourself upâ mistakes happen. Iâm sure heâll forgive you.â Sam told you.
You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.
âGod I hope so⌠I donât know what Iâd do without him.â You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.
Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didnât start crying. He hated to see you cryâ made his heart hurt.
âItâs been a long day for everyone, why donât you go head upstairs and get some sleep. Iâm sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.â He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.
Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Samâs words and playing them on repeat in your head.
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.
God had you hoped that was the caseâ it only was the beginning on the torment.
You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find himâ needing to talk with himâ apologize.
Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the islandâ sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.
You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the roomâ considering he was a super soldier.
"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.
He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.
Okay, thatâs fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.
âYou sleep okay?â You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.
Againâ he didnât even lift his head. In fact, he wasnât even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldnât stand it.
âBucky?â You tried, and this time he lifted his head.
Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadnât gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomachâ disgusted with yourself.
âIâm really sorry about last night⌠I didnât like how ugly it got and Iâm sorry if I said something to upset youâ you know Iâd never intentionally hurt you.â You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.
You swallowed nervously when he didnât answer right away, instead staring at you with⌠what was that? Disgust? You didnât know, but you hated the look altogether.
âBucky, please say something.â You pleaded.
Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.
âI just need some space.â He told you quietly.
You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you twoâ you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.
Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the roomâ leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didnât want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldnât ignore it eitherâ he hated you.
âHey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab todââ Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. âHoney, whatâs wrong? You alright?â
You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.
âYeahâ yeah Iâm good. Just need to uhâ need to get some things done.â You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.
Tony gave you a âreally?â look and stepped closer to you.
â(Y/n) Iâm not blindâ I can see youâre upset. Talk to mââ
âSeriously Tonyâ Iâm fine! Just leave it alone!â You told him a little too aggressively.
His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.
Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.
You didnât waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relaxâ take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.
Yeah⌠just one more day.
You had hoped that was the case as well⌠but as alwaysâ things only got worse.
Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. Heâd given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldnât stand you it seemed.
You couldnât keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drainedâ you didnât have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.
The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second theyâd tryâ youâd bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didnât want to talk to anyone but Buckyâ and he hated you.
You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldnât function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed helpâ but you needed Bucky more.
You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your systemâ so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid aroundâ your mind wouldnât stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.
Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racingâ and for a moment you forgot where you were.
Youâre in the compound⌠yeah thatâs right.
You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You werenât prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.
You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fallâ you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.
You didnât hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didnât even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.
Your eyes met Steveâs and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
â(Y/n) are you alright?â He asked you, hovering his hands over youâ not sure what you had hurt.
You furrowed your brows, looking him over.
âSteve what are⌠what are you doing here?â You asked genuinely confused.
You watched Steveâs eyes widen and he swallowed nervouslyâ his expression growing more concerned.
â(Y/n) itâs okay⌠Iâve got you.â Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.
You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steveâs arms⌠but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasnât the first time this had happenedâ you just didnât seem to care.
âSteve⌠my head hurts.â You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.
You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone wouldâve been Bucky.
âOkay, letâs get you to Helen. Sheâs gonna take care of you, okay?â Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.
He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.
You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didnât care.
Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydratedâ an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didnât hear a thing, although you were in the roomâ you were just checked out.
Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.
â(Y/n), whatâs going on? You can talk to meâ you canât keep doing this to yourself. Please⌠just talk to me.â Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.
âHe hates me.â You mumbled.
Steveâs eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.
â(Y/n) he doesnât hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he coââ
âI didnât mean to hurt his feelings, I donât even know what I said to hurt him but Iââ You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, âIâm a horrible person, I didnât mean toâ I didnât mean to!â
You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldnât catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.
âOkay, okay (Y/n)â I need you to slow your breathing. Youâre okay, he doesnât hate you. Just take deep breaths okayâ even if you canât just try. Iâm here.â He tried to coach you, but this wasnât his thing.
Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldnât of let this go on for this long.
You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.
He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorwayâ his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.
â(Y/n)?â He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.
He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your conditionâ he didnât believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.
Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.
âIâm sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, Iâm sorry!â You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.
âDoll itâs okay, youâre okay. Iâm hereâ Iâm here. Iâm not gonna leave you⌠Iâm sorry.â He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. âThere we go, just keep breathing with me. Iâm here, youâre okay.â
He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasnât going anywhere.
Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the roomâ knowing you two needed to talk.
Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldnât help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.
Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at himâ eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above allâ you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.
âWhat did I do?â You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.
âYou didnât do anything.â He told you, and you furrowed your brows.
You were still anxiousâ he hadnât answered your question. Even more soâ if you didnât do anything then why did he ignore you?
âThen why?â
âWhy what (Y/n)?â He dared to ask, and you scoffedâ ripping your hands out of his.
The anger was approaching.
âWhy did you shut me out?â You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bedâ making you angrier. âYou ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didnât exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?â
You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasnât from panicâ it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.
He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.
âI could never do that to you Buckâ I would never do that to you! Youâre my everything! I donât trust anyone as much as I trust you!â You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. âIf I didnât do anything then why would youâ whyââ
You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger outâ but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didnât matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.
â(Y/n) Iâm so sorry Iâ god I fucked up. I didnât ever mean to hurt you, please know that. Youâre my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.â He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.
You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actionsâ but you knew you couldnât stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forgetâ and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.
âItâs hard to explain whatâs wrong with me to someone when I donât even understand whatâs wrong with meâ I just know Iâm fucked up. Iâm broken beyond repair.â His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.
You didnât have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.
âTry me.â You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.
âThe night of our fightâŚâ He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. âI had never seen you look at me like that.â
You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling upâ the memory playing back through your mind.
âYou looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.â He confessed and it all made sense to you now.
It wasnât about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldnât control your reaction in the momentâ you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.
âOh BuckâŚâ You whimpered, trying to pull him closeâ but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.
âNoâ you donât get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I didâ youâre in here because of me! I donât deserve your forgiveness!â He raised his voice, and you werenât scared of himâ just concerned.
âI wasnât scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heatedâ Iâm not afraid of you and I most definitely donât think youâre a monster.â You tried to convince him.
âI really hope youâre not lying because if you were afraid of me⌠god I donât know what Iâd do. If you never wanted to see me againâ thatâs fine. Whatever you want, but I canât live knowing youâre afraid of me.â He whimpered out.
âI wouldnât lie to you.â
He nodded his head, knowing damn well youâd never lie. That was one thing he loved about youâ you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didnât wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.
âI still donât deserve your forgiveness.â He argued.
âWell too bad, Iâm forgiving you anyway.â You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.
Like he could finally breath.
âWhy?â He wondered.
You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on foreverâ but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.
âBecause I love you.â You admitted quietly.
His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you tooâ god he loves you so much. Thatâs why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldnât bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldnât live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldnât live without you.
âI love you so much.â He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.
You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bedâ close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.
âDonât ever do that to me again, please. I need you Buckyâ life is not livable without you.â You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.
âNever againâ I promise.â
This time, he wouldnât break it.
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the mating press. (a.s)
afab!reader x anakin skywalker
warnings: p in v, mating press position, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cum play, dub con, alcohol involved (reader is a little drunk), drinking mentioned, squirting, breeding? (if you squint idk), dumbification, degrading (use of slut and whore i think), praise, impact play/slapping
word count: 1149
You were feeling lost in the sheets, the only thing your brain could fixate on is the feeling of Anakin slamming into you at his signature animalistic pace, making your entire body spark in flames, and leaving your face a drooling mess. His pretty face was looking down where your bodies met, watching his cock make a home in your pretty pussy.
âUgh, Maker⌠youâre just drooling all over me. This little cunt knows who I am, yeah? Say it,â
He was so mean to her, how could he ever expect you to be able to reply when he had you in a mating press for god's sake, especially with the mix of alcohol in your body. You and Anakin were previously at a party, Santines birthday party. You had taken awhile to get ready only for Anakin to be begging to leave so he could fuck you in his car. He was acting like a whiny little brat, getting on your nerves. You literally had to be there, Obi-Wan's girlfriend, plus your best friend. It would be so extremely rude to leave earlyâŚright?
Not until Anakin faked a phone call, rushing to you saying he had gotten a call, saying that the apartment flooded. In that moment you abandoned your fruity drunk (that Anakin paid way too much money for,) saying a quick goodbye, and running to the car, only to get to your apartment, seeing absolutely everything fine and in the perfect place,and before you could yell at him for being irresponsible, Anakin would suddenly shove you into the wall, kissing and groping you.
Now, you were shoved into the bed, in a mating press under him, his cock poking deep inside of you. Your ankles up by his shoulders, as he furiously thrusted and pounded into you, making you drool and stutter his name
âA-A-Anakin!â You managed to say through your intense moaning, pussy being absolutely pummeled and abused, as his tip kissed at your cervix. Anakin was letting out deep grunts and low moans, while always looking at you in the eye
âOh look at your face baby⌠you're all sweaty and flushedâ he would mumble commandingly as he wiped some drool from your chin, licking it off of his fingers. âYou like this huh? You're so wet⌠I feel you gripping me like a vice baby..âÂ
All you were even able to get out was moans, his pretty dick was poking your insides, and having your body all tangled in his was like heaven. He was so heavy on top of you, the pressure was amazing. He had to make sure he could keep you down, keep you in place for the sweet torture of his sex.
You felt the coil in your belly spasming, being so ridiculously tight. His dick was hitting all of the right spots, making you feel so, so good⌠You could feel your orgasm building up ridiculously fast, and Anakin could feel it from the way you trembled
âOh honey⌠you going to cum already? Youâre shaking. Is this what just a little bit of dick does to you huh? Makes you all dumb?â You were barely even able to reply, being so cockdrunk was common with sex with Anakin. He would do anything to make sure you were all dumbed down for him.
Anakin looks down to see the beautiful sight of you, tits bouncing to the beat of his thrusts, your neck all marked up with hickeys and your pretty face, covered in drool and hair all messy, with your eyes all rolling back in your head, and closing. He quickly interrupted that with a sharp slap to the cheek, making you tighten around him, making Anakin let out a long moan
âFuck, you fucking masochist. Do you fucking like being slapped? I can feel it in your pussy. Is that what gets you off huh? Filthy bitchâ
He only started to fuck faster, making you let out the highest moan he has ever heard from you, making him chuckle
âOhh fuckk⌠Anakin!!â you whine and scream, his cock was fitting in so well in this position, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you, covering his cock in your slick.
And then that coil in your belly exploded, causing you to squirt all over him. Anakin pulled his cock out and looked down with a open mouth, in shock of how much your pussy was pouring, it was like a fucking hose. It spilt all over his cock, on his abdomen and legs, across your thighs and down your ass, and most landing and soaking the sheets. As you recovered from the intense orgasm, you see Anakin stroking his cock like the freak he is, he was getting off to how wet you were. All of a sudden he pushed you back further, folding your body and holding you like that with one arm, as the other hand stroked his cock
âFuck⌠do you realize how goddamn hot that was? Jesus Christ, youâre still so soaked. Honey.. Is this all some cock does to you? I wonder if i could make you squirt with just my fingersâŚâ
Heat rushed to your face fast as you heard that, then you felt two fingers poke at your entrance, and slide in with no warning, making you clench around him
âFuck! Anakin! Warn me first!â You scold, but all anger was soon lost as he started prodding his fingers in and out at an intensely fast pace, causing you to scream. You could smell your cum in the whole room, slightly embarrassed. But that faded once you look down to see Anakin, with his cock in his hands, getting off to seeing his fingers in your little wet pussy
He slowly adds his mouth into the mixture, determined to get you off one more time before he cums all over you. He rapidly flicks his tongue and sucks on your clit, sending you over the edge once again. He pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy, moaning at how it all splashes on his hand. He licks it off of his hand slowly, and then starts sliding his cock between your folds.
âOh fuck yeah⌠I'm going to cum all over this little pussyâŚ.. Are you okay with that? Of course you are, little slut.â
Anakin rubs his cock between your folds, bumping your clit deliciously, the overwhelming friction making you shake. Then, he lets out a low groan
âGonna cum honey, cum all over this little pussy⌠mmmhmâ
His hips stammer before he blows his load all over your pussy, covering your lips, clit, and dripping down to your hole. You let out little sighs and moans, the feeling of his hot liquid on your pussy drove you insane, but he just makes that worse, by fucking his cum inside of you with his fingers.
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OK SORRY FOR THAT MANY REQUESTS MY MIND IS JUST WANDERING
how would nanami react if you suddenly you will start looking at yourself in the mirror from the side and touching your stomach, He doesn't understand what's going on, and when he asks you, you avoid the issue by saying it's nothing. One day he comes home from work and hears you talking on the phone with a friend of yours saying "I would look so beautiful pregnant" "I would love to have a child, but I don't know how to tell him."
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Panties soaked because of big breeder balls nanami
Nanami dreams about a family. He imagines himself as an amazing dad, constantly catering to his babies, you included. When he first sees you gazing in the mirror he worries it may be a self esteem issue so of course he showers you in love and attention, telling you how beautiful you are, how he's desperately in love with you and can't see a life without you. This honestly makes you want a family with him even more because how can a man be so perfect. When he finally hears you on the phone talking about how beautiful you would look pregnant his heart flutters. He 100% agrees. Nanami is a man who always wants the love of his life to be happy so he's more than willing to make those dreams come true. The moment your free from your call Nanami is closing in behind you with his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. His lips are pressing sweet soft kisses down your neck while he hums blissfully breathing in your scent.
"I think you'd look beautiful carrying my babies" he whispers the words as he presses a wet kiss to your jaw.
You almost cant believe the words that leave his mouth. You feel embarrassed yet happy with his reply.
Nanami's cold fingers run lazily across your skin causing you to shiver. His hand slips past your waist band so quickly you don't even have time to react. His fingers press into your core rubbing slow, teasing circle around the bundle of nerves. Your head is lulling back as your overcome with the pleasures of his touch.
"We can start now if you want" his voice is a low rasp.
How can you possibly say no to your loving husband asking to put his babies inside of you.
Like the speed of light Nanami has you in a mating press plunging himself so deep inside of you you're practically losing your mind. The only thought in his mind is how pretty your going to look with your round belly carrying his child.
"If it's a boy what do you want to name him?" his question goes unanswered
Your mouth hangs open with a line of drool dripping ever so slightly. You feel so full with how deep his is. Your fingers are digging into the sheets in an attempt to compose yourself. A string of loud moans fall past your lips. Nanami's praises fill your ears and you can't help the blissful smile that seeps onto your face.
"My beautiful wife" he groans "Gonna stuff you so full"
His pace is relentless. He's slamming his hips into you mercilessly. The squelching sounds of your hole would usually leave you embarrassed but you can only seem to focus on the hungry look filling Nanami's eyes. He has a mission. His eyes are filled with love mixed with lust as he stares down at the way your hole is sucking him, taking everything that he gives you.
"Fuck I'm close my love" he moans
His moans are like music to your ears. Your whimpers fill the room as you beg for his cum. Your pleas are all Nanami needs before he's stuffing your full grinding into you. Nanami pulls out watching his cum spill from your hole. Your trembling still trying to gather yourself. His fingers push inside of you, stuffing his cum back inside.
"You're being wasteful my love" he groans as he rubs his red tip over your cum covered warmth "Let me help you keep it all in"
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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}
Part 5.
Summary: Reader, Oliver, and the mortifying ordeal of being known. Plus clubbing, costume parties, and Oliver being a fucking tease.
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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.
Warnings: drinking/intoxication/drug use
A/N: 3148 words. now we're cooking with gas, folks! i might be too sleepy for a real author's note, but just know, as always, its unedited and i love you. have fun, please let me know what you think!
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"Can I be bold for a minute?" On the roof of one of the dorm buildings, you and Oliver are waiting for Felix. It's twilight, the sky painted lavender by the setting sun and encroaching night, and everything feels a little dreamy.
"If anyone would appreciate boldness, Ollie, it's me," you tell him blithely around the cigarette you're trying to light. Still, he's quiet for this one moment, watching the way you cup your hand around the little flame to shield it from the wind.
"How did you and Farleigh ever get so close, considering how he treats you?"
You're pretty sure you know why he's asking you, considering what few interactions he'd witnessed between yourself and Farleigh, but it's still unexpected coming from him. For a moment, your gaze flicks to him, eyes narrowed, not quite sure what to make of the interaction. When your gaze meets his, he's looking at you with that intent, inquisitive look he got in moments like these, moments he seemed to fish for information without seeming like that was what he was doing. The silence and look that you level at him seem to throw him off guard, and immediately he drops his gaze to his feet, swinging off the edge of the building.
"That is bold," you finally settle on, watching Oliver fidget. His ankles cross, his shoulders slump; again he makes himself as small as possible. You deliberately make your tone lighter when you continue, "what's got you worried 'bout me an Farleigh?"
"I mean, all I'm saying is that he was being nasty to you, but now you're both kind of acting like he wasn't."
It's true; since his apology that Sunday morning Farleigh had been keeping his word about not being too bitter about Oliver to or even around you and Felix. You, in turn, made a special effort to spend time with him, pay him attention, made him feel like your priority on occasion. Both you and Farleigh were well aware of what you were doing, but he always enjoyed your company and attention, so it wasn't like he was going to complain.
"Farleigh and I understand each other."
"He slept with your girlfriend."
"India's not my girlfriend."
"He- he keeps calling you a dog."
That hit a nerve. You hadn't realised he was paying attention to that back at the pub. You swallow hard and look out at the horizon.
"And?" Raising the cigarette to your lips again, you don't look at him as you take a very long drag on it, "there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," you breathe out with the smoke.
"Doesn't seem like the way friends should talk about each other is all," Oliver says quietly, notes of apology in his voice; you can see him looking at you again out of the corner of your eye.
"Best friend, actually," you finally sigh, letting the tension drop from your shoulders and the moment. As you look at him over your shoulder, you give a faint smile in the face of his confusion, "we've known each other long enough that we can say pretty much anything we want to each other. Only problem is that Farleigh knows that pushing my buttons also pushes Fi's buttons, which is why he does it so often. He's a shit-stirrer, but you haven't known us long enough to know he doesn't really mean it," you tell him with surprising fondness in your voice.
"I'm sorry for prying," Oliver says earnestly, and you smile wider.
"I'm sorry for being so defensive; I realise how it must look from the outside."
Before anything else can be said, the door to the roof bursts open, and Felix greets you both with a hundred-watt smile and a packet of fish and chips in his hands. You descend on him like a seagull, swapping your cigarette for the hot food, tearing into the paper wrapping and settling by the wall at the edge of the roof near Oliver once more.
There's a beat where Felix is watching you and Oliver, his smile soft and fond and endeared, but there's something in his eyes that's been there since that lunched they'd shared at the pub -
"I shouldn't say -" there's a lot of things Felix shouldn't do that he does anyways. Considering his wealth, he could get away with a lack of self control, "I just genuinely didn't know, I mean I might have guessed- did you know?"
"Know what, Fi?" You're still in his bed, bleary-eyed and desperately wanting to go back to sleep when he'd come back from the pub buzzing instead of tired, as he'd predicted.
He'd spent the better part of the afternoon with his head on your chest, explaining the almost Dickensian tragedy that was Oliver's life. Sure you were listening, but you didn't have much to contribute other than faint noises of interest while your fingers carded through his hair.
There's something about the way Felix recounts all this information to you, the way he finds it salacious and heart-breaking all in one. You can hear in his voice that he'd captivated, that he's endeared by the struggle that has followed Oliver throughout his life. As much as you loved him, you'd watched time and again the way he'd fall for tragic tales and the people who'd recount them; Felix had a saviour complex, and it was the only thing the two of you had ever fought about.
Last year it had been Eddie, the worst of the bunch so far. Like Oliver but in the opposite direction; too much, too loud, too confident to hide his ugly secrets and desperation to be wanted. Eddie had been Icarus, taking for granted the wax wings Felix had given him, the good life, attention, a comrade who almost understood him. But he'd played with fire, played with Venetia too many times, and the wax wings melted. Not that you'd cared; you were the one who spotted them, you were the one that told Farleigh, you were the one who listened to Felix's furious rants every few days for the rest of that Summer. You'd never liked Eddie like Felix liked Eddie.
Oliver was different. You wondered if he was different enough.
Still, as much as you liked Oliver you could see it in Felix's eyes, hear it in his voice; he was already getting himself addicted to the idea of how much better he could make Oliver's life. But Felix had hated it the last time you'd pointed something like that out.
("Then why the fuck would I keep you around? Maybe it's because I don't pick my friends based on whether they're charity cases!")
So you keep your mouth shut. Maybe it's worth it for the way Felix smiles -
"I don't -" Oliver's fidgeting when Felix asks him to tag along to a costume party, "have anything to wear, really," he admits. Immediately Felix is offering to let him borrow something. There's a flicker that looks almost hungry in Oliver's eyes amid the gratefulness, and you wonder if he knows how many people would kill to get into Felix's pants. Still, he's humble, "you don't have to do that."
"I don't have to do anything," Felix shrugs with the easiest smile in the world. Then, in the next sentence, completely glossing over the act of kindness he looks at you, "tell me you aren't still expecting Farleigh to commit to that devil costume with you."
"He told me he'd put effort in this year -"
"He tells you that every year," Felix laughs, and you lean into Oliver's shoulder to explain.
"Me and Farleigh always organise to go to one costume party per year as an angel and a devil -"
"And every year," Felix rolls his eyes with a good-natured exasperation, "Farleigh wears some vulgar t-shirt and two party hats for horns, while Y/N puts weeks of effort in and wins best dressed every time-"
"Not every time," you protested, while Oliver looked faintly impressed, leaning back against you too.
"The only times you haven't won best dressed was if there was no competition to win," Felix points out, before looking past you to Oliver with an amused smile, "so I can't promise you a Y/N-level of costume, but it'll be more than two party hats."
"If you wanna give me two party hats, I'll wear 'em," Oliver says, hands coming up as if to placate the both of you. Instead, you grin wider, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
"We'll make you all pretty, Ollie, don't worry."
Unsurprisingly, on the night of the party, Farleigh showed up to 'get ready' at your dorm, which meant him lazing on your bed, drinking and sharing his coke with you while you put arguably too much effort into your makeup. He, of course, is wearing two party hats, and t-shirt that simply says 'EASY', and though you pretend to be annoyed for all of five minutes, he gives a shit eating grin as you chew him out.
"Fool you once, shame on me, sure; fool you six times, that's on you, Y/N."
You flipped him off with a grin.
"There they are!" India cheers from the sofas where your other friends are gathered when you arrive to the party. Farleigh, on your arm, makes a show of his entrance, "not you, Farleigh, obviously." India rolls her eyes, but thankfully Farleigh wasn't too put out. Instead, he swans towards the group to claim a seat.
"Give us a spin, angel," Annabel insists with a coy smile, and you oblige her to the whistles and cheers of the rest of your friends.
"You outdo yourself," Felix told you fondly as you dropped into a beanbag by the sofa he and Oliver had been occupying.
Felix is looking at you, that kind of dangerous look when he thinks you're especially hot and there's only a thirty percent chance that the two of you will even make it to a dark corner. For just a moment, however, your gaze flicks to Oliver, by his side, and he's watching Felix too, absolutely rapt by the way your best friend looks at you.
"Only in comparison to Farleigh," you shake your head, forcing yourself to be Felix's self restraint, especially so early in the night, "besides, look at you; you've certainly grown into this since I last saw you try it on," and you leaned forward as best you could, looking across the circle of friends to the pretty, redhead in the slinky nurse outfit, "how fucking good does Felix look, Annabel?" You ask pointedly, and you can see Felix give a restrained chuckle before turning his attention to his own not-girlfriend, who seemed glad for the chance to gush about him.
Sitting back, you chance a glance once more at Oliver, and somehow aren't surprised to see him looking back at you. All you do is smirk, well aware of what you were doing.
Felix's clothes are too big on Oliver. The costume, though you're not exactly sure what he's meant to be, kind of wears him instead of the other way around. Felix, of course, looks all kinds of gorgeous as a police officer, while Oliver looked rather like he's wearing his big brother's hand-me-downs. But he's rolls up the sleeves and always looks up at Felix with these blue, doe eyes shining with gratefulness, and no-one else cares enough to comment either way.
You wonder if anyone else has noticed, the way Oliver's personality changes with his focus. It's not in large ways, perhaps others think its like a trick of the light, but the way he looks at others, the way he behaves, it seems to vary from person to person. Tactile, distant, closed off, hesitant, open, honest, warm, skittish, never truly the same with each individual. It's like he watches, figures out what people want to hear, what they want from him, and does his best to give it to them. It's almost painfully familiar.
Oliver gives Felix what he wants in a way you know you never can; Oliver gives him someone to help, someone to feel like he's saving. As long as Felix is happy, you tell yourself, that is enough, and it's easy to like Oliver in your own way. The only problem you've found is that as much as you like Oliver, as intrigued as you are by him, you can't quite get a read on him, what he wants, what your place may be in his life. He's always watching, always searching for something, but you're never sure of what.
So you decide to show him love, show him appreciation the way you know best.
More and more you choose to stay by his side when you're all out, at the pub, at clubs, either of you are not with Felix, or if you're not otherwise occupied by someone requesting your attention, you'll be with Oliver.
Tonight, at the club, a girl from town had been occupying Felix's personal space for the better part of an hour, and by the time he has her against a wall down a dark corridor, Oliver's absconded from the dance floor to get another drink, but hasn't returned. You find him skulking against a wall, half drunk pint in his hand, gazing out through the crowd. When you join him, when you follow his gaze, you can see the silhouette of Felix and the girl, his hand up her shirt through the haze.
"It doesn't bother you?" Oliver asks, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not by anyone else.
"The girls don't bother me," an easy, languid smile spreads across your face, "the girls love me," you amend, smile turning a little smug as you watch Felix and the girl whose name you can't even been be bothered to recall.
"Felix's girls?* Ever-hesitant Oliver, even here and now, sounds carefully demure amongst his curiosity, "do you -?" He makes an awkward gesture, but you read his intentions and laugh dismissively.
"No, no... well," you pause for a moment, "occasionally I have my fun, I suppose, but not like that; girls who are into Felix aren't traditionally into me like that, no," you shake your head with an an missed smile, "but that's why they like me, I'm not a threat, see?"
Even through the haze and flashing lights, you can see Felix's hands on the girl; he's warm and rough and the way he holds always feels so fucking secure -
Looking away sharply, you're surprised by how intently Oliver's watching you. Its genuinely startling, and though he seems to understand this but doesn't look away. For just a moment your breathless, caught up in the night and the jealousy and want for your best friend that you usually have much more control over - your own words echo in your head; I'm not a threat, see? A smug lie, a joke at all those poor girl's expenses since you knew they were never going to last.
Oliver's gaze burns when you finally look him squarely in the eyes; he knows.
"I get the impression people assume a great many things about our Felix," he wets his lips, casting his gaze to darkened hallway, to where you had seen Felix with his mouth on the neck of his girl of the night, but you can't look away from him. Our Felix. "And about you."
"And you?" Your tongue darts out, wetting you lips as you draw Oliver's attention back to you, tone flirty. There's something exhilarating about this man that you can't help but want to tease out.
"Not much to assume," he gives a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "I'm more the observant type than one whose observed."
"You make the assumptions."
"I make the assumptions," he actually smirks, a bit of that usual gentle hesitation that he approached the world with slipping for just a moment.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Do you have a lot of assumptions about Our Felix?" You tease his earlier wording, but once again his gaze drifts to your best friend, if he still is in the crowd. Them, quieter, almost as if you don't mean to you murmur, "or me?"
"Had."
"Had?"
"Had a lot of assumptions," there's a kind of mischief in his eyes as his tone takes on an air of nonchalance, "'bout him, 'bout you too." As he speaks, you step towards him, hand on his arm, moving steadily higher. He can feel it, you know he can, but all he does is smile wider, refusing to break your gaze.
"Like what, Oliver Quick?"
Leaning in, Oliver takes your face in his hands, bringing you close, sharing breath, lips inches from his.
"Like how they write Odysseys about your kind of loyalty," he mumbled, and you feel like his gaze alone could swallow you whole. There's a aching, yearning that you feel in this moment, when you crush your lips to his. It's quick and desperate, and he pulls back, "like how you show love with every fuckin' bit of that body of yours," this time he pulls you in and it's rougher, it's needy, he bites at your lip and you whimper against his mouth, press yourself against him, "like-" he kisses you quickly, "like- like-" but as you find yourself trailing rough kisses down his jaw, he seems to lose his train of thought.
"Yes?" You prompt with a laugh.
"Like how you're desperate to feel needed."
"Observant," you tell him softly, raising your head, arms still around him. In this moment, his expression is open, watching you, waiting for you to react, "more observant than anyone else."
"You wear it on your sleeve, sweetheart," he says bluntly, but something about being seen, about his unwavering honesty, that sets your heart beating, burning in your chest. Or perhaps it's that he called you sweetheart; it's rare that someone is so sweet to you.
"Then need me, want me."
"I do," this time when he kisses you, it's gentle, full of warmth and unexpected love, and the way he holds you close makes you feel so precious and desired at once, "but not like this, not now." And he's letting you go, despite the way your lips tingle and the damn butterflies in your stomach. You desperately want to cling to him, to ask him what the fuck he means, but he kisses you on the forehead and tells you to get back safe, wearing an almost smug, knowing smile, disappearing into the crowd. You can't even go after him, he's made you damn weak in the knees and all you can do is lean against the wall for support.
Felix and his girl have disappeared.
Your friends are still living it up on the dance floor, you're sure, but you have only one thought on your mind.
Oliver Quick is a fucking tease.
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âiii. the smoke, and who's still standing when it clears
cw: some slight implied sexual thoughts?
an: i had to cut a part from this or else it was going to be way too long. see ya in the next one, reefer rick.
âSo, how did it go?â
Tonya sits across from you looking perfect as always, such a beautiful light in your life. Even when sheâs antagonizing you.
âIt wasâŚreally nice actually.â A small, shy smile tugs at the corner of your lips as your mind recalls the night before.
Your date with Sam went way smoother than you had anticipated. He picked you up on time, even coming to the door to get you which you knew Tonya was going to bring up today. He did everything right; held open all of the doors, pulled your seat out for you, paid for your food, actually listened to what you had to say and didnât interrupt you. He was extremely charming and funny, and the two of you had a lot more in common than you expected.
âSam sounds pretty perfect, doesnât he?â Tonya says with a teasing tone, eyebrows raising suggestively.Â
âYeah, I guess Iâm making him sound that way, huh? It makes me wonder how bad his faults are going to be.âÂ
âUnless heâs got bodies in his basement Iâd say keep him around.â Tonya raises her hand to count on her fingers, âHeâs hot, heâs got a good job, good mannersâIâd say baby trap his ass.â
âTONYA!â You lean in, whisper yelling at your friendâs suggestion, the two of you breaking out into a fit of giggles. âI am absolutely not doing that. ButâŚI did agree to a second date.â
âI guess I can take that for now,â Tonya shrugs, taking a sip of her mimosa. âOh, speaking of dates, I almost forgot. Charlie and I are going out of town for our anniversary. Heâs taking me to Chicago!â Her giddiness warms you. Even if you arenât a fan of him, you have to admit seeing your best friend happy brings you your own kind of happiness.Â
The sharp sound of the phone ringing makes you jump, almost dropping the plate you were cleaning into the soapy water. You look at the stove clock reading just a little past 8 pm. In the few weeks that youâve been here not once has the phone ever rang. Walking over to it, your hand hovers over the plastic as you debate on if you should answer it. Itâs not like it's your house, but who else is going to answer the phone?Â
A sigh of relief comes from you as the phone ceases itâs ringing on its own. The quiet takes over again, and you think youâre in the clear until the ringing starts again.Â
Grabbing the phone, you quickly bring it to your ear with a, âHello?âÂ
Thereâs a pause, and you repeat your greeting into the receiver. Suddenly you can pick up some whispering, at least two voices talking to each other on the other line.Â
âSorry, wrong number.â Click. Dial tone.
You look down at the phone before shaking your head and placing it back in place. But only a single step is taken before the phone begins to ring again. Annoyed now, you pick up the phone once more.
âHello?â You say again, tone reflecting your temperament.
âUgh, not again,â you hear the voice from the other end groan. âSorry, miss.â Click. Dial tone again.
âWhat the fuck?â you think, putting the phone back on the hook again. You hover around it for a moment, and sure enough it begins to ring again.
âListen, kid,â your start, tone firm, âIf you keep calling here to bother this family I will call Chief Hopper.â
âYou know Hopper?â The younger boy's voice says from the other line. No, you donât know him. But Wayne told you to say that in case this exact scenario was to arise.
âYes, I actually have his personal number right hereââ
âSo do I,â the boy quips back, striking a nerve. Youâre about to give this kid an earful before he continues on. âI just saw him earlier today, actually. But thatâs not the point. Iâm just trying to get a hold of my friend and this is the number his uncle gave me to call andââ
âUncle?â
âYes, uncle. I donât see how out of all the information I gave you that him having an uncle is what caught your attention.â
âOh, my god, you are so annoying. Has anyone ever told you that?â
âMaybe once or twice.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose. âIs your friendâs name Eddie?â
âYES! Yes! His name is Eddieââ
âDude, donât tell her his nameââ
âChill out, Mike, itâs fineâHow do you know Eddie?â
âWell,â you draw out, returning some of the attitude back to the other end of the call, âI think me telling you that depends on who is asking?â
Thereâs a bit of muffled deliberation between the boy on the phone and whoever Mike. You wait patiently, foot tapping against the kitchen tile. After a moment you hear a sigh come from the other line, followed by a throat clearing.
âOkay, fine. My name is Dustin Henderson,â the boy starts. âIâm calling looking for Eddie Munson. He is my friend, and myself and some of his other friends are worried about him. Iâm assuming youâre in his house for some reason, and I am asking you if we could talk to him. Please.â
âDustin Henderson, huh?â You repeat, attempting to keep a bit of sass in your tone. In reality, the name instantly rings a bell. Wayne told you a little about Eddieâs friends, and along with the guys that Eddie was in a band with, the name Dustin came up a lot. Wayne said Eddie looked at Dustin like a little brother he never had.Â
It takes everything in you to keep your composure right now. Eddieâs been feeling much better these last couple days, so youâre sure heâll be delighted to talk to his friends. âOkay, Dustin Henderson. Let me go ask him if heâs up to taking a phone call. Hold on.â
You set the phone down on the kitchen table and jog down the hall to Eddieâs room. Knocking on his door, you push it open slightly before calling into the room.
âEddie? Are you up?â
âHmmmâŚI am now,â the groggy, sleepy voice from the other side of the door sends an unwanted chill down your back. Quickly shaking it off, you enter the room to Eddie sitting up in his bed, hair in every which direction and arms outstretched as he lets out the most unnecessarily loud yawn youâve ever heard. You give him an unimpressed look to which he returns mockingly.
âCan I help you? Or did you just come in here to stare?â
You roll your eyes, âYou have a phone call. From a Dustin Henderson, who seems like he very much would like to speak with you.â
Eddieâs eyebrows shoot up, an excited expression on his face. Though, itâs a fleeting one, as his features become downtrodden and he starts to sink down into himself.
âTell him Iâm asleep.â
âWhat? Why?â
He huffs. âI donât want to talk to himâŚâ
âEddie, heâs called the house at least four times. Can you justââ
âNo.â
You watch him sink under the covers again, back into the safety net of his comforter. You stand there for a moment, dumbstruck. Eddieâs can definitely be an ass, but Wayne told you before that Eddieâs friends mean a lot to him.
Leaving Eddie behind in his room, you make your way back to the kitchen. Bringing the phone to your ear, you can hear the boys on the other end having a conversation between them.
ââaybe itâs his girlfriend,â the other boy says teasingly.
âEddie? With a girl? Iâll believe it when I see it,â Dustin scoffs.
âHello?â You say into the receiver with a giggle.
âYes, hi, weâre still here,â Dustin says with urgency.
âHi, um, so I went to check on him and he says heâs not really feeling up to talking today.â
âOh, okayâŚâ Your heart aches hearing the disappointment in the boyâs voice.
âIâm sorry,â you say. âTry again tomorrow, okay? Maybe a little earlier. I think his medicine makes him sleepy.â
âAlright, will do,â Dustin perks up. âThank you maâam.âÂ
You give him your name before giving your goodbyes.
Dustin and Mike call every day for the next 4 days. One time with their friend Will, who apparently has never met Eddie but wants to meet him so they can all talk about dungeons and dragons.Â
You see, Eddie was their dungeon master in their high school club, which also includes the guys in Eddieâs band. All of them have been playing a new campaign, and they want to give Eddie all the details of their first get together without him.
All of this you have learned against your will, mostly because every time Eddie turns down their phone call, you canâ help but lend an ear when they get going. And, boy, do they get going.
âSo we told Will to cast a fireball, but he wanted to save his spell slot andââ
âWhat's a spell slot?â You sit at the dining room table, flipping through a car magazine Wayne left sitting out.
âItâs, like, the amount of spells youâre allowed to use per day in the game.â
âOoooh, so he only gets so many?â
âCorrect.â
âWell, then yeah it would make sense that he would want to conserve them.â
âSee,â Mike stresses from the other end of the line, âShe doesnât even play and she gets it! Quit picking on Will! Itâs not like we lost anyway.â
âYeah, but we would have gotten through the hoard a lot quicker if he had at least tried.â
The sound of Eddieâs bell pulls you from the boysâ banter. âHey, Iâll be right back,â you say, placing the phone down on the table.Â
Sprinting down the hall, you knock quickly before entering the room. Eddie still doesnât call for you often, so when he does you can't help but worry a bit. âEverything okayâoh shit!âÂ
Instead of hiding under his covers, Eddie sits back against the headboard of the hospital bed. His covers have all been kicked to the floor and the middle of his bed sheet is drenched. Upon further inspection, you see that his shirt and boxers are soaked as well.Â
âEddie, what happened?â
âWhat does it look like?!â His tone is full of frustration. âI dropped my fucking cup and the lid popped off and spilled all over the place!â
âOkay, okay,â you say calmly, âI can fix this. Why donât you get in your chair and Iâll strip the bed?â
âFine,â Eddie grumbled, face wincing in pain as he slowly moved his body to sit on the edge of the bed. You moved to the side of the bed and offered a helping hand, which he ignored but at least you tried. Once he was properly sitting on the edge, you grabbed his chair and positioned it before raising the bed.Â
âOkay, just put your hands on my shouldersâŚâ you start, instructing him like you would one of your patients. âAnd Iâll justââÂ
Your hands hover for a moment as you fully process that he is only wearing boxers. Wet boxers that, when in close proximity, donât leave much to the imagination when left wet and sticking to his body.
Not wanting to let your eyes wander, you preoccupy yourself by placing your hands on his hips and grabbing the hem of his undergarment.Â
âOn the count of three, weâll pivot. Ready?â
Eddie gives you a nod, placing his hands on your shoulders and holding tightly. You keep your eyes on his foot as you count down, shifting him into his chair in one swift motion. He grunts as he gets adjusted in the chair, a little winded from all the movement.Â
âYou good?â You ask, taking a step back.Â
âIâll live,â he says with cynicism.Â
âYou better. Won't look good on me if you die on my watch.
Itâs fleeting, but you swear that you see the corner of his lips curl up into a smile before he turns away from you.Â
âWhatever,â he mumbles, âIâm gonna get in the shower.â
You perk up at his declaration. âReally? Okay! Let me go hang up with Dustin and the guys and Iâll get my stuff for you.â
Eddieâs hair flies everywhere with the way his head snaps in your direction. His head bows, eyes squinting as he speaks, âWhat do you mean hang up with Dustin and the guysâŚ?â
âOh, they called again so I was talking to them.â
âSo, youâre saying youâve been talking to my friends on my phoneâŚ?â
âWell youâre not doing it,â you shrug. âThey were just telling me about the game you guys play, I guess Will didnât cast a flameball because he wanted to save one of his slots or somethingââ
âOkay, first of all, itâs fireball, not flameball. And second, why the hell are they telling you about this stuff? Donât they have anything better to do?â
âSorry, fireball,â you apologize with sarcasm. âAnd, they would be telling you all of this if you would just talk to them.â
His face scrunches up, head shaking before he turns away from you completely. You notice for the first time that he pushes the wheels with the palms of his hands rather than using his fingers to grip them. Having helped set up his dinner for him a few times, youâve seen that with the tissue damage to his right hand that he doesnât have much mobility in it.Â
The temptation to offer some physical therapy for it sits in your mind. But, youâre not sure how he would react to your offer, so youâll hold off until you can chip away at him a little more. He pushes himself slowly into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. With a sigh you leave him be and go to hang up the call with the boys.Â
After grabbing new bed sheets, you reenter Eddieâs room and begin to strip his bed, piling everything onto the floor. You're about to take off the pillow cases when a sudden clatter has you rushing to the bathroom door.Â
Pushing it open, you peer inside to see Eddie sitting at the sink. From what you can see of his reflection, it looks like heâs trying to shave the scruffy, uneven hair that's grown on the non scarred parts of his face.Â
âYouâre quick, huh?â He comments as he reaches into the sink for his electric razor.Â
âWell, canât blame me after the other day, can you?â You tease, referring to his fall last week. He doesnât respond and turns the razor back on to continue shaving.Â
As you stand there and watch him, your words come out like word vomit. âYou look good like that.â
His eyes flick to meet yours in the reflection in the mirror. âWhat's that supposed to mean?â He asks with a clipped tone.
âIt means what I said.âÂ
And you could leave it at that. You often wonder if he had been bullied even before his scarring with how often he questions any praise you throw at him. But, instead you decide that doubling down and talking more is the proper thing to do. âYou look very nice clean shaven. Very handsome.â
Big, brown eyes blink slowly at you. âWell, Iâm sorry I didnât clean up for you before now. Iâll do my best to make myself easier to look at from here on out.â He gives you that same tight lipped smile that youâve begun to notice whenever he gets an attitude like this.
Your jaw drops and you scoff. âEddie, that is not what I meant and you knowââ He cuts you off by turning on the razor again, the loud buzz muffling your words as it echoes off the bathroom walls.Â
Your shoulders slump in defeat. You want to just turn tail and take care of his bed, but decide to get the bathroom set up for him while youâre in there. You place towels on the floor and on his shower chair, leave a couple of washcloths on the built-in handrail, and set the shower head down so that everything is within reach for him.Â
âOh, I almost forgotââ You were expecting Eddie to still be fidgeting at the sink, too preoccupied with setting things up for him to notice that he was watching you run around his bathroom with amusement.Â
âI, umâŚâ his unmoving glare was tense, making you feel like you were being evaluated. âI brought some stuff for your hair to, uh, help with the knots and stuff. Let me go grab them for you.â
The first step you take is slow, expecting some form of protest from him. But, when he remains silent you rush through the door and across the hall to grab the supplies youâve stowed away in it. Detangler, a pick comb, and some shampoo and conditioner that should help with the curls.Â
With full arms you reenter Eddieâs bathroom. Heâs moved closer to the showerâs edge and looks to be in the process of removing his shirt on his own. The limited mobility along with the tightness of his scars make it difficult for him to move his arms up above his head, but his stubborn ass seems to be a glutton for punishment.
âHere,â you say, setting everything on the shower shelf. Tugging his shirt up for him, his head disappears inside of the shirt and his fluff of hair reappears as you pull it off completely. You still can't get over how his back is almost completely void of scars when compared to the rest of body.Â
âThanks,â he says without much thought. You hum in return, tossing the shirt on top of his bed.
âAnything else I can help you with?âÂ
No response. You look back at him and see that heâs completely still. âEverything okay?â You ask, noticing the troubled look on his face as you round his chair.Â
âIâŚâ he says quietly, eyes concentrated on the tiles on the floor, âI canât stand up on my own and take my underwear offâŚâ
Oh.
At this point in your schooling, seeing someone naked wouldnât normally bother you after all of the saggy boobs and flat butts youâve washed during your nursing assistant training. Itâs a necessary skill to be able to detach the naked body from inherent sexuality in the medical field.Â
And Eddieâs body shouldnât be any different. Just because heâs close to you in age doesnât make him any different from your previous patients. So why is your face heating up thinking about it?
âI-I see,â you say, trying to not sound as flustered as you are. âLet me thinkâŚOh! Why don't we get you on the seat, weâll lay a towel across your lap, and then you can shimmy your boxers off under them?â
Eddie mulls it over for a moment before reluctantly shaking his head. You move in front of him to get into position and make another quick transfer onto the shower chair. Eddie hisses in pain next to your ear, most likely due to the stiff plastic of the seat that heâs not used to pushing into his back and butt.Â
Placing a towel over his lap, you stand by as he wordlessly slips his hands under it and begins rocking back and forth. You keep your eyes above chest level, not wanting to look away in case he were to start to fall.Â
âShit!â Eddie says, making you look down instinctively. The towel must have caught on his boxers as he was pulling them down, and you watched in slow motion as the towel slipped lower, getting dangerously close to exposing him.Â
Thinking quickly, you grab for the towel and hold it up against his skin. Eddieâs hands flail as he tries to get them out from under it as fast as he can. His boxers fall unceremoniously off his thigh and pool around his single ankle. The two of you stare at them, then at your hand that is pressed firmly into his lower abdomen. You have a firm hold on the towel, your hand the only thing keeping it from joining the dark blue boxers on the shower tile as itâs fully fallen off of his lap, draped down to cover hisâŚ
âŚis that hisâŚagainst the heel of your palm?
Pushing back the inappropriate thoughts starting to form in your mind, you grab the ends of the towel and lay them on Eddieâs lap again. He doesnât say anything as his hands do their best to hold the fabric in place as you adjust it. Youâre almost afraid to look up at him, not wanting to acknowledge that you may or may not have accidentally grabbed your patient by the dick.
âOkay,â you say with as steady of a voice as you can muster, âI think you should be good now. You grab his boxers from around his ankle and quickly make your exit from the shower, pulling the curtain behind you. âJust shout if you need me!â
The hard spray of the shower turning on is the only response you get.
âOw!â
âEddie, if you want me to comb out these knots youâre going to have to complain less.â
âI canât help I have a tender scalp now.â
âNow?â
You can see Eddieâs scrunched up expression in the mirrorâs reflection as you spray detangler into his curls. The conditioner had done quite a bit of loosening of his tangles and mats, but there was still a fair bit that needed to be combed out.
âYes, now. I used to be able to just take a brush through it at the end of the day and be fine. But no one really took care of it when I was in the hospital.â
âWayne never tried to do anything with it?â
Eddie gives you an annoyed look in the mirror. âYouâve seen my uncle, right? Heâs not exactly the person I would go to for my hair care advice.â The shine that comes from the head of the older Munson is definitely prominent.Â
âWhat about the nurses?â You ask as you comb through another successfully detangled section of his hair. He doesnât respond right away, a distant look in his eyes as he stares at his own reflection.
âNo, they couldnât help me either.â
âHmm. Well, I donât mind doing your hair for you. My best friend is a hair stylist and can give me some tips to help you keep it manageable after my time with you is done, too.â
âWhat do you mean after your time is done?â He asks after a moment.
You tilt your head at him. âLike when my volunteering program is done? I think it goes until the end of the semester. So like the first or second week of December.â
âYouâre a volunteer?â There was an angry lit to his tone.
âY-yeah? Iâm sorry I thought you knewââ
âNo, I thoughtâŚI thought my uncle was paying you to be here.â
You shake your head, âNo, no, Iâm doing this as part of my schooling. My class is working with the VisitingAngels to get more help in Hawkins. Itâs totally free and I donât make any money, just some extra credit for school.â
Eddieâs face changes as he processes your words, before visibility softening as he looks at you. âWell, I guess you must have pulled the short straw to get stuck with me then.â
There was a complete change in his attitude all of the sudden. The normal agitation in his voice was gone, making his statement sound lighter than anything heâs ever said to you before.
âI picked you.â
His eyes meet yours, dumbfounded.Â
âWell, kind of,â you start. âSaâI mean, they told me that you were aâŚspecial case. A lot of information was redacted in your sheet, and, well, you know, with everything elseâŚâ
âIâm sure I wasnât anyone elseâs first choice.â
âBut, I didnât think that was fair, so I said I would take care of you. Glad I did, even if you give me more trouble than youâre worth sometimes.â
He rolls his eyes at your teasing and you laugh as you continue to work through his hair.Â
Your lower back ached as you climbed out of your car. School was out for teacherâs meetings so you switched with a coworker to have all of Saturday off. Sam asked to take you to the movies for your second date and you both decided to do ice cream after so you wanted to be able to sleep in and lessen the chance of falling asleep during the movie. But you paid the price today, forgetting that your coworker is normally the one who puts inventory away.Â
âHey there, little lady,â Wayne says as he walks out from the backyard. Itâs not as hot as it had been, colder weather on the horizon as September was coming to a close, but the older man had a dark gray ring of sweat around the collar of his shirt.
âHey, Wayne,â you waved to him with a smile. âGetting some last minute yard work done before the rain comes in?â
âYeah, wanna get this grass seed down so come spring itâll start to grow. Tired of havinâta clean mud off mâtruck all the damn time.â
âDo you need any help? I used to work all summer in the garden with my grandma as a kid. Iâm sure I still have a little bit of green left in these thumbs.â
Wayneâs eyes crinkle when he laughs, the lines looking deep with age. âThatâs alright darlinâ, Iâm done for the day. Preciate ya askinâ. Better get inside and get ready fer work.â
You follow him into the house where youâre met with the sound of heavy metal all throughout. You look at Wayne confused, but he just shakes his head and starts heading down the hallway. He pushes Eddieâs door open and your hands fly to your ears with how much louder the music gets before it abruptly stops.Â
âWhat the hell, Wayne!â You hear Eddie whine.Â
âLook, I get youâre excited kid but I donât think your Uncle Ben would appreciate you using his gift to make yourself go deaf.â
âUncle Ben?âÂ
Both pairs of Munson eyes land on where you stand in the doorway. They look as if theyâve been caught and you wonder if you should have stayed in the living room.Â
âSorry, Iââ
âNo, itâs fine,â Wayne says, giving Eddie a look. âBen is a friend of mine. Sâknown Eddie since I got custody of em and Eddieâs just always called em Uncle ever since.â
âOh okay,â is all you said. It seemed like such a normal thing, but the sketchy way they were acting made you not want to press further. âI guess you must have gotten a new toy then, huh?â
Sitting where Eddieâs nightstand was is a cabinet stereo system, decked out with a record player on top and shelves to put cassettes and records underneath. You couldnât say for sure but it looked brand new, either way it would have cost Uncle Ben a pretty penny to buy it.Â
âYeah,â he says with an airy giggle, the empty cassette in his hands. It catches you off guard to hear him so excited, and when you look up at him, you have to do a double take.Â
Heâs smiling.Â
For the first time in the two months that youâve been taking care of him, heâs genuinely smiling.Â
âWho are you listening to?â You ask, leaning in to get a better look at the case.Â
âMegadeth,â he says with a grizzly voice, nodding his head to a song in his mind.Â
âOoohhh cool,â you say with genuine fascination. âIâve heard of them but Iâve not actually sat and listened to them.â
Eddieâs hair flies as he looks up at you with a quirked brow. âYouâve heard of them?â
You nod, âYeah, I think the record store where I live has been playing them though. Theyâre putting a new album out or something.â
âYes! This!â He says, shaking the cassette in his hands. âIt came out two weeks ago. I didnât think I was going to get a chance to hear it.â
 âAnd you better give Uncle Ben a nice thank you card for it. I wondered what heâd been picking up so much over time for.â
Eddie is quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands. âYeah, Iâll, uh, do my best to do that.â
âSo, Eddie, what other music do you like?â You ask, wanting to give him a distraction before he slips into a bad place. His ears perk up at your question and the look he gives you makes you feel like youâre going to be standing there with him for a while.Â
And you did. Long enough that Wayne was able to take a shower and get his lunch ready for work. By the time he came in to let you know he was leaving, he figured heâd find you looking bored to death and shuffling awkwardly as his nephew droned on about his music knowledge.Â
But, what he found instead was you sitting in Eddieâs chair, leaning into him intently as he animatedly speaks about whatever band heâs gotten started on. Wayne knows how Eddie can get once he gets started. But you donât look bored at all like he probably has at times.Â
In fact, Wayne would dare to say you have a bit of a sparkle in your eyes as you gaze up at his nephew.Â
âHey, kids, Iâm heading out,â he calls into the room, grabbing both of your attentions instantly.
âWhat?â You ask, turning to look back at the clock on the dresser. âOh my god, itâs been an hour and a half already? Eddie, you still need to eat dinner.â
âDonât worry about it,â Wayne waves a hand, âI have a pizza on its way.â
âWait, what?â Eddie looks at Wayne with a pinched brow. âYou gave someone our address?â
âBoy, just trust me, okay? You know I wouldn't let just anybody bring a pizza to this house.â
Your mind instantly goes to Hopper. Youâve heard Wayne and Eddie talk about him before a handful of times but youâve never actually seen him. Heâs brought things to the house for Eddie before when youâve not been there, leaving you very curious about him.
âOkay, if you say so.â Eddie says with a roll of his eyes.Â
Right on que, a knock raps against the door with a rapid urgency. It makes you jump, something the younger Munson notices but doesnât comment on.
âThat must be the delivery boys,â Wayne says with a sly smile before leaving the room. Eddie looks at you with a quirked brow, wording âboys?â at you with confusion.Â
As you go to inspect what Wayne is up to, you hear the loud voices of boys as they begin to file into the house. The entryway fills with 6 or 7 bodies of all different ages and sizes, all of them wearing the same baseball style tee shirt with a red devil face on the front.Â
âHellfireâŚâ you say to yourself, reading the shirts before letting out a gasp. Your feet carry you down the hall where you look amongst the group.
âBring the pizza in here boys,â hear Wayne say from the kitchen, âJeff and Grant, come nâhelp me get this table setup for ya.â
You watch as two of the older boys go into the kitchen followed by the one still carrying the pizza, leaving the younger ones to finish kicking off their shoes. One of them finally notices you and straightens before turning to grab the shirt of a taller boy behind him.Â
âOh shit, itâs you!â You recognize his voice. Mike Wheeler shoves another boy with curly hair next to him, who curses and turns to face you as well. He says your name like itâs a question, sussing you out before getting excited.
âIn the flesh,â you say, gesturing towards yourself.Â
âHell yeah,â he says in his giggly voice. âWe didnât know if you were gonna be here or not.â
âI didnât know you guys were gonna be here at all!â
âWhat really?â Mike says with a scrunched nose.
âThat would be causeâa me.â Wayne leans through the threshold, that sly smile still on his face. âI didnât tell ya in case ya told Ed. Sorry, hope this is alright. Dustin told me heâd been callinâ and that Eddie wouldnât talk to em, so I figured he couldnât ignore em if they was already here.â
Eddieâs bell rings from his room, and Eddie and Mike visibly perk up.
âIs that him?â Dustin asks excitedly.
âYeah, heâs back in his room. Come on,â you say as you turn on your heel. Giddy with excitement, you couldnât wait to see Eddieâs face when he got to see his friends. Them being here on top of getting his stereo system? Itâs almost like itâsâŚhisâŚ
âIs today Eddieâs birthday?â You quickly stop to face the boys that had followed you down the hall, causing them to almost run into you.Â
âWhat, no?â Dustin says confused, âHis birthdayâs not til May.â
You let out a sigh of relief. âOkay good. Sorry, heâs right in hereââ
âHey, whatâs going on?â Eddieâs slightly strained voice called from the other side of the door. You could hear a tinge of panic in his tone, and it hit you that all he could hear was loud noise with no context while heâs stuck in his bed.
âWait rightââ
âEDDIEEEEEEEE!â Dustin shouts, stepping past you and pushing the bedroom door open. Mike follows behind and the quiet boy with him gives a soft sorry as he files in behind him.
âWait, whereâs that bastard at?!â The older boys come running out of the kitchen, pushing each other until they stumble into Eddieâs room as well.Â
Eddieâs bed has a living wall around it, bodies blocking your ability to see his face. Before you can go in to check on him, Wayne calls for you from down the hall, a pizza crust in his hand.Â
âHey, he didnât get his pain meds for the night yet. Figured he would be too tired and end up being grumpy by the time they got here, so I held off on it. Obviously if he needs em he can have him, but he seemed pretty distracted with his cassette to notice any pain.â
âThatâs good to hear,â you say with a nod. âIâll probably have him take them after they eat with his other meds.â You pause for a moment, putting a hand on Wayneâs arm. âIf I had to take a guess, heâs probably going to be grumpy anyway, butâŚheâll thank you for it eventually.âÂ
He gives you a nod before gathering his lunch and heading out for the night. A chorus of guffaws from down the hall had your interest piqued. But, as you made it to the doorway, you felt like your stomach was in your throat as you watched the boys trying to get Eddie into his wheelchair, one arm around the shoulders of two of his friends while another was holding onto his ankle.
âWoah, woah, pump the brakes there guys,â you say running to them. The boys all look at you collectively, then look to Eddie.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm fine!â Eddie laughs. His eyes were creased from how hard he was smiling and his laugh filled you with a fluffy feeling.Â
âI can tell youâre fine, but I donât want you to get hurt and have to send these guys home.â Just as quickly as they had tried to lift him, they sat him gently back down so he was sitting up on the edge of the bed. âSorry to be the party pooper, but once heâs in the chair heâs free game.â
âSo, are you gonna introduce us or what, dude?â One of the boys finally asks as you get Eddie situated to put in his chair. He lets out a sigh, avoiding your eyes, saying your name to the group of boys. âSheâs myâŚcaretaker.â There was a bit of hesitation in that last word, but you ignored it.Â
He said your name again as if speaking to you this time, âThis is the Hellfire Club. I guess you know Dustin, Mike, and Will already,â he says gesturing to the three younger boys who all wave and smile in their own way. âAnd these boneheads double as my old band members; Jeff, Grant, and Gareth.â The older guys nod and give their hellos, still giving Eddie a knowing look.
âItâs nice to meet you all. Finally.â Eddie gives you a deadpanned look before you lift him to pivot in his chair, making you almost fall into him as you do. He plops in his chair and unlocks it, and you step aside so that he can back away from the bed.Â
âOh, let me push you!â
âNo, I wanna push him!â
You roll your eyes, and watch as the boys file out of Eddieâs room and into the hallway.
âMan, we really need to get you some decorations for your room,â the last boy calls as he looks around. That gives you an idea, and you grab the one named Gareth by the arm. He looks at you with wild eyes, standing nervously in front of you. âW-whats up?â He attempts to ask with a slight shake in his voice.
âWhat kind of things does he like?â You ask the nervous boy, looking him straight in the eye.
âW-what?â
âFor his room. I want to get him some things but donât know what to be looking for when Iâm out.â
âOh, umâŚHe likes metal music. And he used to have a bunch of band shirts. Mostly Black Sabbath, Dio, MetallicaâŚBut he also likes Dungeons and Dragons. But I guess thatâs obvious. Oh, and The Hobbit series.â
âLike Lord of the Rings?â You ask.Â
He nods, âYeah. He carried a copy of The Hobbit with him everywhere. It was practically falling apart, b-but he loved it.â
You shake your head, biting your lip as you think. âThank you, Gareth,â you say, and he takes that as the OK for him to go, sprinting out the bedroom door.
âOh, man, dude,â Dustin says from the table, mouth full of pizza âWait until you see what Jeffâs got planned.â
âYeah,â Will chimes in, âJeff has been keeping us on our toes. Weâll definitely need your help to get through this session.â
âI donât know,â Jeff says, loading his plate with pizza and cheesy bread, âwhat I have on the agenda for tonight might be the end for this group of folly.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever, Jeff. Just because Iâve been out of commission doesnât mean that I donât know all the tricks in the book.â Eddie says from his spot on the table.Â
You maneuver around the boys as they get their plates and drinks. Someone had already gotten Eddie a plate and a cup full of a fizzy drink, which, thankfully, was way too dark to be one of the beers that you see sitting on the counter. It was in a regular solo cup though.
âEddie,â you call from across the counter, and he looks up at you carefully. âDo you want a straw?â You ask, opening the counter above you. Looking out of the corner of your eyes, you see the boys have stopped talking, eyes looking everywhere except for Eddie as if trying to gauge his reaction but not make it obvious.
It takes him a moment to respond. âUm, yes, please.â He says quietly, hands in his lap as he leans in to look at the paper sitting in front of him. Grant sits on one side of him, leaning in and pointing out something about his character sheet which in turn breaks the silence among the table.Â
When you round the table to bring his straw, you place it in his cup and he gives you a quiet thanks again. You nod, but canât help to notice that he hasnât eaten any of his pizza.Â
Not wanting to draw too much attention to him again, you lean into his ear with a low voice. âDo you need me to cut up your pizza?â He doesnât move at first, but subtly shakes his head enough for you to notice. You take your lip between your teeth and nod, backing away.
Once their game gets going, you grab your pizza and head into the living room, putting on your headphones and cracking open your textbook. You canât help but look over at the table for every loud noise that they made, which was a lot, but you didnât want to be too distracted in case Eddie needed you.
Things seemed like they were going well, until out of the corner of your eye you saw Grant jump up from his seat looking down between him and Eddie. The paper plate and Eddieâs pizza slice were both face down on the floor. You pulled your headphones off quickly, scrambling to your feet to clean the mess.
âWoah,â Grant says when you appear from behind him. âI can get it. Itâs no biggie.â
Eddieâs face looked forlorn, still staring down at the place where Grant was wiping the red sauce with a paper towel.Â
âLet me get you another slice,â Dustin said, rising from his seat.
âNo,â Eddie said, voice almost panicked. âItâs fine, I donâtâI donât need any.âÂ
âYou barely even got to eat this piece,â Grant said with a questioning tone as he tossed the dirty piece away.Â
âIâm getting you another piece.â
âEddie.â
His panicked eyes met yours, and you could see the breakdown bubbling inside of him. His head was shaking, mouth opening and closing but the words werenât coming out. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Youâd never seen him get this upset before.Â
You put a hand on either cheek and made him focus on you. âEddie, itâs fine. No one here is upset with you. Itâs just a slice of pizza. Thereâs, like, two more whole pizzaâs over there. Dustin is going to get you another piece. Do you want me to cut it up for you? You should be able to pick up the smaller pieces.â He looks between your eyes before nodding finally. You give him a reassuring smile and take your hands from his face.Â
âIâll get you a refill, too,â you say, ignoring the tension in the room and continuing on like nothing happened. Dustin handed you the new plate when you walked by, trading it for the cup you had to refill. Grant took his place back next to Eddie and the table started to talk again.Â
âHere you go,â Dustin says, reaching across the table to set Eddieâs drink back in front of him. âAnd here is an extra cup to roll your dice in.â You watch Eddie eye the cup before pinching it between his fingers. He gives a small thanks and the table moves on, becoming so engrossed in the game once again that no one even notices when you place the new plate on the table. Eddie mindlessly picks at the cut pieces as Jeff gives a speech about a cave having a hoard of something inside of it.
A hand waves in front of your face, pulling your attention from the textbook. When you look up, you see Dustin, Mike and Will peering over you. And out of the corner of your eye you see Jeff, Grant, and Gareth pushing Eddieâs chair down the hall.
âHey, whatâs going on?â You ask, pulling your headphones down and around your neck.Â
âBathroom break!â Gareth shouts.
âDo you need my help?â You call back.
âNope!â
These boys are going to kill you.
âWhat are you studying for?â Will turns his head to try and see the contents of your book.
âOh, this is my medical terminology book. Iâm in nursing school.â The three boys give a collective âooooohhâ that makes you laugh. âItâs pretty interesting, but I donât think you guys would like it all that much.â
âHey, we like science stuff,â Dustin says.
âYeah, he goes to a science camp every summer.â
âTo see my girlfriend!â
âYeah thatâs totally the only reason,â Will chimes in with a roll of his eyes.
âWow, Dustin has a science camp girlfriend, huh?â You say teasingly.
âSheâs not just my science camp girlfriend. I talk to her on my ham radio, too. She lives in a different state.â
âAnd sheâs Mormon.â
âYeah, her dad doesnât like us talking so we have to be sneaky. Mike has a girlfriend, too.â
âDoes she also live in another state where she can only be accessed via radio?â
âNo, she lives with Will just a little bit away from here,â Mike says, jutting his thumb back at Will. You tilt your head at the boys, confused as to what they mean.
âHow far is a little bit?â You ask.
âLike, I donât know, fiveâten minutes by car?â Mike says looking at Will and Dustin who nod in agreement. âElâI mean Janeâs dad is Chief Hopper. And heâs dating Willâs mom. They live in a house that they built out here.â
Every sentence was like whiplash. That would explain why Wayne asks the chief to come out here. It would be easier if heâs so close by to come and check on Eddie. But, obviously he has a family so he canât be here all the time.Â
âBack from the bathroom! No one died!â Gareth shouts as Grant and Jeff push Eddie back into the dining room. The three younger boys rush back into the dinning room as well taking their places at the table once again.
It was almost pitch black dark when you opened your eyes, the only light coming from the clock on the stove. You hadnât meant to fall asleep. When did you fall asleep? And who put this blanket on you?
You could make out your textbook on the coffee table, and when you looked around, it seemed like the boys had cleaned up and put the table back against the wall. You jumped up from your seat suddenly, about to take off down the hall to check on Eddie when a voice from beside you made you scream.
âJesus Christ!â Eddie shouted in reaction to your shriek. You pulled the lamp cord on the table next to you and the room was lit with a low light. Eddieâs form came into focus where he sat in the recliner, eyes squinting from the brightness.
âWhat the hell, Eddie!â You whisper shout. âWhy are you out here and not in bed?â
âIâŚâ he stuttered, âI didnât know if youâd hear me if I needed you. So, I just had the guys put me here. Thatâs all.â
You blink at him, not awake enough to fully understand, but also not fully awake enough to argue. Rubbing the sleepies from your eyes, you look at him better. He looked like he had gotten a clean set of clothes on and even had his drinking cup next to him in the chair.Â
âGuess they got you set up pretty good, huh?â
He nods, shimmying in the chair as he gets settled again.
âEddie?â He looks over at you, puzzled. âWhy were you so against seeing them? Or even just talking to them? They seemed really happy to see you.â Eddie turned away from you and was quiet for several moments. He took a deep breath in and sighed.
âI wasâŚSome of themâŚSome of them havenâtâŚseen me sinceâŚsince beforeâŚâ His voice was shaky. You were about to tell him that he didnât have to explain himself, but he kept going, voice leveling out a bit when he cleared it.
âDustin, he was there. One of the ones whoâŚfound me. But the rest of them, they havenât seen me since before break. Since beforeâŚeverything happened. And none of them have seen me like this. Iâve changed so much thatâŚI was worried they would see me and freak out. I donât think I could have handled that.â
âWell, they certainly didnât seem too bothered by any of your changes. Theyâre a good group of friends.â Eddie nods in agreement. âDid you guys have a good time?â A big, cheesy smile spreads across Eddie's face.
âYeah, we did. Totally kicked Jeffâs monster hoardâs asses,â he said with a laugh.
âWhat time did everyone leave?â You ask, looking at the clock where it reads 3am. Thank god you switched shifts.
âDustin, Mike, and Will all left around 10:30 or 11. Hopper came and picked them up. Guess theyâre all staying at Mikeâs.â
You let out an exasperated grunt, throwing your head back onto the couch.
âWhat was that?â Eddie laughs at your dramatics.
âI missed Hopper, again! Iâve been hearing about this guy but havenât seen him yet!â
Eddie snorts, âYouâre not really missing much. Heâs just this really tall dude with a bunch of scars now from being imprisoned by the Russians.â
You look at him with shock. âHe was what?â
Eddie shakes his head, âAfter they left, my other friends stayed until like one. We talked outside for a bit. They said they want to start coming here to do Hellfire meetings every other Friday, but I told them Iâd have to ask you first.â
âWhy do you have to ask me?â You look at him with a furrowed brow. âIf you have to ask anyone it would be Wayne.â
âI know you like to study and stuff, and I donât want them to be a distraction for you while theyâre here. Or for you to have to worry about me or whatever.â
âOh, well, thatâs really thoughtful of you Eddie. But Iâm okay. If I really need to study, Iâll just go sit in your room or something.â
He nods his head, a small smile tugging on his lips.
âDid you guys talk about anything else?â
Your words caught him off guard, you can tell by the blanched look on his face.
âNope. Nothing. Nothing at all.â
âI thought it was pretty boring,â Sam said, taking a bite from the sundae heâd ordered for the two of you to split. You couldnât decide what you wanted, so he ordered it as a way to get a little bit of everything. It was huge, and you were thankful that you didnât have to eat it alone.
âI wouldnât know considering you had my attention most of the movie,â you said, referring to all the stolen kisses and brief make out sessions that kept you pulled from paying attention to what you were watching. The movie was kind of boring, though, so you really couldnât complain.
âThat was my way of saving your sanity,â he says with a smirk.
âMy hero,â you say with a roll of your eyes.Â
âOh, hey you got somethingââ
âOh, whatââ
âItâs right there,â he says pointing at your lip, âlike a little hot fudge or something.â
âDid I get it?â You ask, licking your lips where he pointed.
âNo, no. Here let meââ His hand cradles your face and he plants another kiss on your lips, making you squeal and giggle at his antics.
âHa, ha, youâre so funny,â you say when you pull away. He looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes for a moment, before looking down with a bashful smile.
âSorry, I just really like doing that.â
âWhat, being a dork?â
âNo, kissing you,â he says seriously, âItâs nice. Youâre nice.â
Heat hits your cheeks at his words. Sam has been nothing but a gentleman to you since you met. Sometimes he comes out to your car and will walk with you to your class, carrying your books for you the whole way. Other days youâll bring him a coffee to his office when youâve had time to stop in the mornings.Â
Heâs always asking questions about you, and he genuinely seems interested when you talk about yourself, not tuning out like some guys do when a girl talks about themselves.Â
And when you ask questions about him he always seems to have an interesting answer. Whether itâs about his well off parents who have a summer home in Scottsdale or how he played varsity football for his high school, there was always a story within a story for him to tell you all the details about.Â
You did have to admit though, that, yes, he was really nice and interesting, but maybe he really wasnât your type? Tonya told you that itâs just your brainâs way of telling you that you canât have anything nice. But, you justâŚcanât quite put a finger on it.
Still, it wasnât enough to turn down a third date.
thank you for reading.
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possible rafe request?! rafes gf makes him mad by being too friendly at an event w wards business partners so he fucks her at the event đ
Golden Boy
Warnings: domestic violence, noncon, toxic relationship, jealousy,
You chuckled politely, trying not to glare at the thirty-something year old man in front of you. Despite your best efforts, you couldnât help but put a little venom in your reply, âWell, I actually do have plans outside of my boyfriend. Iâm going to college right now, and Iâm actually in a paid internship that I got before Rafe and I met.â
The somewhat handsome, but definitely too old to be your type, business partner, whose name you had already forgotten, gave you an annoyed look, not expecting you to respond that way to his poorly hidden dig at you not belonging at this event.
It was true, in some ways. You were far from your side of the island, and no matter how much time you put into your make up and hair or the price tags of the many expensive clothes Rafe had bought you, the Kooks could always sniff out the people who grew up with nothing.
Before he could respond though, you heard your name being called from behind. Peering past the man in front of you, you could see your boyfriend waving at you to come over to him.
You didnât even bother telling the asshole in front of you that you were exiting the conversation, you just did, quickly returning to Rafeâs side.
âUgh perfect timing, that guy I was just talking to was a total jerk,â you whispered in his ear as you gave him a hug.
âBaby, didnât I tell you to try to get along with these guys?â He seemed angry and you could tell that this event was already stressing him out a lot. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides and everything about him was somewhat jittery, like he wasnât in his right mind.
âI mean, you know I need to look good in front of them while my Dadâs watching. It means a lot to him.â You looked into his eyes at his words and noticed two things. One, Rafe said it meant a lot to his dad, but you knew it was more about how how much it meant to him. And two, his pupils were much wider than they should have been.
Rafe had obviously done some coke before tonight, trying to calm his nerves and give him some confidence, but it was only doing the opposite.
âIâm sorry, I wasnât trying to make you look bad, but I donât think itâs fair that I canât defend myself in front of the people here who are looking down on me.â You shot back at him, annoyed for more reasons than one. âIâm being polite to them, but it would probably be easier for me if you were by my side to stop them from being so rude to me.â
You lowered your voice before speaking again, âAnd also⌠I donât think you should be doing so much coke right now.â
Rafeâs burning glare alone was enough to make you regret saying anything, the return of his tight grip on your arm was just a sick formality at this point, reminding you of the previous bruise he had left in that same spot that you had to cover with makeup for this event.
After being with your boyfriend for so long, you knew the lengths he would go to when he felt personally wronged.
You learned very early on that Rafe was never one to hold back on his verbal abuse, and his physical abuse was no different, although he always tried to keep both incredibly private due to the damage that could come to the Cameron name if it ever came out that Wardâs son, the golden boy, was hitting his girlfriend.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that, Rafe. I just care for you, thatâs all. I promise Iâll be polite to your dadâs friends.â Your meager apology seemed to be good enough for the moment, and your boyfriend gave you a silent nod after staring at you for several unnerving seconds.
âBe polite, donât share your opinion, and just keep your mouth shut for the most part. Let them talk about themselves, and theyâll probably think it was the best conversation theyâve had all day.â Rafe grumbled, but his mood improved when he tilted your head up, pressing his lips to yours, large hand still resting under your chin. You kissed him back for what you thought was an appropriate amount of time, but when you tried to pull away, he held you in place, tightly wrapping an arm around your waist and forcing you to kiss him back.
By the time he released you, you pulled away to see several people staring at the two of you, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
Rafe was always doing things like that in public when he felt like other men were threatening your relationship, he always needed to prove himself and stake his claim on you. Let everyone there know that you belonged to him.
âRemember what I said sweetheart. Just try to act like you belong here.â He smirked at his obvious jab at the very thing you felt the most self conscious about right now, before he calmly turned heel, approaching another group of stuffy, rich assholes across the large room.
Your huff of frustration must have been loud enough to be heard by someone standing near you, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
To your surprise, when you turned around you were greeted by a man who looked to be about your age.
âYouâre Y/N, right?â He held out his hand, which you grabbed, giving him a firm handshake, just like Rafe had taught you.
âYes I am, although Iâm not quite sure if we have met before?â You lightheartedly responded.
âAh, my apologies, you havenât, Iâm James, I work with your boyfriend at Cameron Development. Heâs honestly a blast,â the man, James apparently, chuckled as he recalled several stories of work assignments with Rafe. This led to the two of you exchanging several funny work and college tales.
Despite never having met James before, you felt an instant chemistry with him, nothing romantic at all, of course, but you found him very easy to talk to, and to your surprise, after glancing at your watch, you realized that the two of you had been chatting for nearly 25 minutes!
At this realization, your blood instantly ran cold. Where was Rafe? Why hadnât he checked on you? Had he seen you talking to the same guy for nearly half an hour, clearly enjoying yourself the entire conversation?
As if he could tell that you were thinking of him, Rafe suddenly appeared several yards away from where your conversation with James was taking place. There was a scowl on his face, and you could tell by the way he was advancing on you that he was pissed.
âHey, Y/N, why donât I give you my number, just so you have it?â James innocently asked, completely unaware of the anxiety coursing through your veins and the fact that your boyfriend was in earshot, pushing through the small crowd behind him to reach you.
Before you could even open your mouth to politely decline, Rafe was speaking for you, âSheâs not interested.â
You didnât have time to say goodbye, because your boyfriend was dragging you away from your new friend, his grip harshly digging in to your bruised arm.
âWhat the fuck did I tell you, Y/N?â His voice was even and calculated, but he couldnât hide the rage simmering beneath the surface.
âYou told me to-â
âI told you to get along with them, not to try to get into their pants.â Rafe growled, pushing you into the closest room with a door he could find, which happened to be Wardâs office. You landed on the carpeted floor, wincing in pain when your elbow absorbed most of the fall.
âRafe, I promise, I was just having a good conversation.â Your voice was beginning to waver, the weight of the situation that you had found yourself in was beginning to sink in. âHeâs your coworker, is it so wrong that I talked to him?â
âStop lying! I know what I saw! You would have to be an idiot to not realize that heâs trying to fuck you too.â You would have been worried that someone could hear your boyfriend berating you, had it not been for the music playing throughout the house, and the thick walls of Wardâs study.
You realized how sad it was that you only knew that because Rafe had now loudly hurled insults at you in every room in the house he could at this point.
The blond stalked towards you, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you upright. âI mean, did you seriously think I wouldnât notice? You think that little of me, Y/N?â
âRafe no, I-â
You felt the air in your lungs disappear as your head snapped to the side, a sharp pain in your cheek blossoming across the now reddened skin.
âYou donât get to talk back to me right now!â Your boyfriend yelled in your face. You had barely processed his slap when you felt him moving you again, although now you felt much more numb.
Numb to Rafe roughly manhandling you before he bent you over his fatherâs desk, numb to the feeling of the cold, hard wood on your face as Rafe held you down, numb to the feeling of him pushing your fancy dress up and rudely yanking down your panties before harshly pushing two fingers inside you, and numb to the tears that were now spilling onto Wardâs desk.
âSuch a fucking slut! Youâre soaked,â he darkly chuckled, but there was no hint of humor in his voice. âIs this all for me, or is it for James?â He bitterly wondered aloud, and when you didnât give him a response fast enough, you cried out at the feeling of him smacking your ass.
âF-for you, Rafe,â you choked out through your tears.
You could hear him removing his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor was enough to trigger your body to begin quaking with fear and anxiety.
âAw baby,â he cooed, and you flinched when you felt his fingers in your hair, lightly brushing some of it out of your eyes so he could look at you. âDonât act so scared. I promise Iâm not going to hurt you. Well, at least, not until after the partyâs over.â
His laughter made you feel sick, but even worse was the shock you felt when Rafe spread your pussy and sheathed himself inside of you without warning.
You saw stars for a few moments, the surprise catching you off guard and he was able to slide deeper into your tight walls.
âRafe!â You gasped, unable to fight back, as your arms were pinned beneath you, and your boyfriendâs large chest prevented you from moving.
His fingers tangled into your hair, gripping a handful tightly as he pushed your face into the desk. His hips were snapping against your ass, fucking you harder whenever you futilely tried to break from his hold.
Every time you tried to escape mentally, to tear yourself from the reality of what your boyfriend was doing to you, he brought you back, snapping his fingers or groaning your name into your ear as he forced himself deeper into your wet cunt.
You were sure that your hips would be bruised from bumping into Wardâs desk as Rafe fucked you against your will. Another reminder of all the lessons he insisted that he had to teach you by force.
Every sharp thrust was a warning that this was him holding back. This was him being nice. And you knew better than to further aggravate Rafe when he was on a power trip.
And that was exactly what this was all about. The power and privilege that Rafe held over you, that he used to hurt you time and time again, without ever facing any real consequences. This was about reminding you that you belonged to him and at the end of the day, Rafe Cameron was untouchable and unstoppable, the Kook King, the golden boy of one of the richest families in the Outer Banks.
âYou are my girlfriend, Y/N,â Rafe growled. âItâs time you started fucking acting like it.â
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Trailer park Steve AU part 60
part 1 | part 59 | ao3
cw: reference to canonical minor character death
Max slams the phone down, knocking her forehead against the wall. Sixteen calls in a row and still no answer. âI give up,â she sighs. âYou should just go.â
âSeriously?â Steve protests. âAnd just leave you here? Alone? Afterâ?â After all that? He throws his hands out like an umpire calling a safe. âNo. No way.â
âLook, my mom will be home soon, you canâtââ
ââIâm not letting you get hurtâ!â
ââWhat are you gonna do? Fight my nightmares for me?â
âMaybe I will,â Steve mutters under his breath, pissed off and replaying the conversation on repeat while he gets ready. Feels like a psycho for doing it; feels certifiably unhinged just going about his evening after everything that happened, putting on a clean shirt and choking himself in a cloud of Farrah Fawcett spray so he can go pick up the sweet-but-stupid girl named Brenda he promised to take to the game tonight; so he can go cheer in the bleachers like he didnât almost die.
(Or like, very vividly hallucinate his own death, which... Yeah. Doesnât feel any less horrific.)
But whatever. Max is right. Without El, thereâs really nothing to do but wait. Hopâs dead, Bobâs dead, Joyce is thirty hours away. Owens is off the table, too. Whatâs Steve gonna do? Call the government and tell them to come nuke the boogeyman? He doesnât have any proof.Â
He also doesnât want to freak Dustin or any of the other kids out without knowing for sure whatâs going on and what, if anything, can be done about it, so...
Fuck.
Fuck!
He gets dressed; he goes out. Picks up Brenda and does his best to be nice to her even though she gets on his nerves the moment she gets into his car, and he buys them sodas at the gas station and doesn't say a word when she spills Sprite down the side of his passenger seat.
The school is packed when they show up â the crowd in high spirits, the marching band leading chants. Nancy's reporting from the sidelines, Lucas is laughing with his teammates on the bench, and Steve leads Brenda toward the bleachers and does his best not to think. Not about the graveyard, not Max, not the looming threat of cosmic terrors. Not about the fact that Eddie is somewhere in this building, probably looking all hot and menacing while he leads tonight's campaign. Probably perched on a prop throne drinking Mountain Dew from a painted chalice like a fucking dork; probably making it look sexy, anyway. Tight jeans, legs spread, an air of casual commandâŚ
Steve could go find him. He could make everyone else leave; he could get on his knees and crawl between Eddie's legsâ
"Does it bother you that we might win the championship, like, right after you graduated?"
Reality comes back like a slap in the face. "Yeah, that's an excellent question, Brenda, thank you so much for bringing that up."
They get settled into their seats, and Steve wishes he were more excited when the ref throws the jump ball, but he mostly just wants to go home. ("You always want to go home," the Robin in his head reminds him, and the Robin in real life throws him a weird look when she catches him snorting to himself about it.) He's just tired. Worn down in his bones, hollowed where he thinks his marrow should be, and he's clinging to normalcy with a sort of sweaty desperation that heâs pretty sure Brenda can smell on him because the date just sucks; itâs so bland, so mutually boring and bored. He spends most of the night mouthing stupid shit at Robin or keeping a sharp eye on the court â anything to ignore his proximity to Eddie; anything to drown out his messed-up head and heart.Â
When the game finally ends Brenda gets a ride to a party with some friends. Steve goes back to Dustinâs place and paces a hole into the carpet. Stays up until 3 A.M., humming a Fleetwood Mac song.
In the morning, he tells himself as he drifts into fitful sleep.Â
In the morning itâll be fine.Â
In the morning Max will come by the store like she promised, and theyâll keep trying until they get ahold of El, or Owens, or someone, and that someone will know what to do and how to help.
â
In the morning the TV tells him thereâs a dead girl in his house.
â
part 61
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'We need to tell them, Stevie, we can't keep going on like this.'
I know. You're right. We should. But the words stay stuck in Steve's throat, so instead, he buries his head in the crook of Eddie's neck, resting against his warm shoulder, curls tickling against his cheek and his nose.
He can feel by the way Eddie pulls him close and wraps him all up in the safety of his arms, that he doesn't need to explain to him what he's thinking right now.
'We can't let them find out like this, that wouldn't be fair,' Eddie murmurs against Steve's hair.
And Steve remembers the way Dustin squinted at them when he saw how flushed and disheveled they were looking the other day; he remembers how Lucas frowned when he asked Steve why he hadn't been on a date in weeks; he remembers Max's teasing remarks when she noticed the presence of Steve's car at the trailer park yet another morning.
Eddie is right: they can't keep this up. Those kids are geniuses, they'll probably piece together what's going on in less than a week if they don't tell them.
And it's not like Steve wants to hide it. It's not like he's unsure, or ashamed, but... He is afraid. He wishes he would have more time. More time in which the kids see him exactly like they see him now. More time in which he's just Steve, their friend, instead of Steve, their queer friend. More time in which he won't give them a reason to reject him, to hate him, to look at him all differently.
He knows, logically, that nothing like that will happen. The kids love him, they love Eddie. Will has been called much worse things than queer and that never stopped them from being friends with him.
But he can't shut off that gnawing what if in the back of his mind. What if this will change everything? What if â
No. He can't let his mind go there.
He takes a deep breath and focuses on the sensation of Eddie's fingers combing through his hair, on the rhythm of Eddie's heartbeat right next to his ear.
'I don't wanna make you do this if you're not ready yet,' Eddie says softly. 'I'd wait for you, no problem, I swear. But they're gonna find out sooner rather than later. They're too fucking smart, man.'
Steve hums and lifts his head to let his lips find Eddie's. He moves slowly, taking his time, barely more than a brush against Eddie's mouth.
Then, he directs his attention to Eddie's hand, laces their fingers together, squeezes gently.
'I'm not gonna lie, I don't think I'm entirely ready just yet,' he finally says. 'But I do wanna do it on my terms â on our terms. We should tell them.'
Eddie squeezes back and lifts his other hand to trace one finger over Steve's jaw, a light touch that conveys so much gentleness that it sends a shiver down Steve's spine, makes him want to pull Eddie impossibly close in his arms again.
Eddie's eyes pierce into his soul, holding Steve frozen in his place, unable to speak.
'Together,' Eddie whispers against his skin.
And that single word is enough to ease Steve's nerves, even if it's just a little bit. Whatever happens, they'll get through it together.
XXX
It's pizza night but Steve can barely get even one bite through his throat; his stomach is twisting violently and no matter what he does, that hollow feeling just won't go away. He keeps seeking out Eddie's gaze, trying to find some comfort in those deep brown eyes, but he can't reach out and touch him â not yet. He desperately wishes he could.
When he gets to the fridge to grab some more drinks for everyone, Eddie appears behind him, moving close into his space like he always does.
'You don't exactly look like you're having a grand time tonight, Stevie,' he murmurs under his breath.
'I'm fucking nervous, man.'
Eddie chuckles, reaches out to squeeze his shoulder â just an innocent touch but enough to set Steve a little bit more at ease.
'Yeah, I can see that, big boy.'
'Aren't you?'
'Nah, not really,' Eddie immediately says. 'Whatever happens, happens, right?'
And Steve is, yet another time, struck by how different the two of them are. He will probably never understand some parts of Eddie's brain; like how little he worries about what people might think of him. He can only wish he could find a little bit more of that in himself.
'Hey,' Eddie whispers. 'I can't promise you it's all gonna be alright, because I don't know that for sure, but I strongly suspect that they'll all be amazing about it. Okay?'
Steve nods.
'You wanna wait a little longer or just get it over with?'
'Let's get it over with.'
'Alright, little shrimps, listen up!' Eddie immediately raises his voice and stomps his feet on the ground, startling everyone at the table and making them whip their heads towards where Steve and Eddie are standing with curious eyes.
'Steve and I have an announcement to make,' Eddie says, in a mockingly solemn voice while making jazz-hands for additional dramatic effect.
Lucas gasps. 'Are you gonna â'
Max hisses at him and moves slightly in her seat; when Lucas lets out a yelp before he can finish his sentence, Steve can fill in the blanks of what happened underneath the tabletop.
Eddie turns his head to look at Steve. His gaze is softer than ever.
'Do you wanna tell 'em or should I?'
Maybe they should've prepared this, Steve thinks. He swallows, doesn't think he'll be able to get more than a couple words out of his mouth with the way he's feeling like a whole goddamn army of Demobats has made themselves at home inside of him. But it would feel weak, to let Eddie do the talking. He's known those kids the longest; he owes it to them to be honest. They deserve to hear it from him.
He breathes in. Breathes out. Looks at Eddie. Looks at the group in front of him. And says the words that might change everything.
'Eddieandmearedating.'
A second passes. Two, three.
'Steve, are you, um â are you okay?' Dustin asks, his face all scrunched up in... something. Disgust? Shock? Worry?
Steve tries to smile, but his face doesn't feel right at all. He feels Eddieâs arm moving behind his back, his hand gently squeezing his shoulder, the warmth of his body now pressed against his side.
'Kinda depends on what you're about to say,' he weakly admits.
'Depends on what we're â Steve! We love you, what the hell? Did you think that we â that we â'
Lost for words, Dustin shoots a helpless look at his friends.
'I don't know, okay, I â' But before Steve can finish his sentence, Dustin launches himself out of his chair to crash into Steve and Eddie like a cannonball, wrapping both of them in a tight embrace, soon joined by El and Max and Lucas, and then by Will and Mike, until both of them are buried in a slightly suffocating group hug of smelly teenagers.
'We already knew, man,' Dustin says, sounding muffled because of the way his head is buried against Steve's chest.
'You â what?!'
'We've known for weeks,' Max admits with a slightly malicious grin. 'You weren't exactly subtle about it.'
'So why didn't you say anything?! Aren't you mad that we kept a secret from you?'
'Mike was,' Lucas says.
'What the hell, Lucas!' Mike yells back at him.
'We were talking about it at Mike's, and Nancy kinda overheard us,' Will explains with a somewhat apologetic look on his face. 'And she explained why we should wait for you to be ready.'
A warm rush of gratefulness for Nancy washes over Steve.
'She also told us that we should say thank you for trusting us or whatever,' Mike adds with a look on his face like he just swallowed a whole lemon and an awkward shrug of his shoulders. 'So, thanks, I guess.'
'We love you, man,' Lucas says, and it sounds so sincere that it almost makes Steve tear up. 'We're happy for you.'
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iâve been dying to get you dizzy
steve harrington x roller-rink!reader {5.8k} part 2 to whip it
you and steve have been casually dating for a few weeks now, heâs trying to take things slow but then you invite him to stay the night. 18+ mdni steve still being a simp for reader. fluff/smut. no use of y/n. reader uses she/her pronouns.
cw: fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex
The sight of Steve leaning against his car in the parking lot of your work is still one that makes you a little giddy. The pink and gold of the sky cascading down on him in a soft light, reflecting off his skin and dousing him in a warm glow was something straight out of a movie, the boy lit up all golden and auric as he waits for you to finish your shift.Â
You practically skip over to him, holding onto the strap of your bag to keep it in place on your shoulder as you cross the warm concrete. âHey, Stevie.â You beam, instantly throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him to pull him in for a hug.Â
Steve would never admit to anyone that he lets you call him Stevie, let alone that he likes it. The way you say it always coated in affection that warms his chest. âHey, you. How was work?â His words are muffled into your hair as he hugs you tighter, arms around your waist.Â
âLooks pretty bad, sweetheart.â He frowns at the injury, hand instinctively moving to yours to run his thumb over the back of it.Â
âSâpretty sore, but makes me look tough, donât ya think?â You shrug, a little grin on the corners of your mouth.Â
âSâpretty sore, but makes me look tough, donât ya think?â You shrug, a little grin on the corners of your mouth.Â
âSuper tough.â He nods in agreement, mirroring your smile. Every time you two were together, Steve felt like it was a little too good to be true. Everything you said or did seemed so effortless but it still had his mind running crazy, his heart even more so. Ever since you started hanging out, away from your work or the prying eyes of his friends, he had to remind himself that it was all real and you genuinely wanted to see him. Heâd made a mental note to take things slow, to not fuck this up or scare you off, but it was harder than it sounded when you were next to him all sugared up smiles and gentle touches.Â
âI know I said we should go for food tonight but Iâm totally spent.â You chew on the inside of your cheek, twisting your body from side to side a little and making the hem of your skirt shift higher against your thighs. âDâyou want to just get a take out? You can stay over too, if you want? Save you driving back in the dark.â
Steve feels like heâs been shocked, his entire body buzzing with something - excitement, maybe? Or nerves, or a mix of the two most likely. âSure we can, whatever you want.â He hopes you donât notice how hard he had to focus to force the words out, praying they came out casual and not in a croak of nerves.Â
âYouâre the best, Stevie.â You go on your tip-toes to kiss him again, tasting like bubblegum and cherries and sweets and all the other sugary things you should have in moderation, something Steve doesnât think he can manage with you. âAnd youâll stay?â Your eyes are big and bright as you look up at him through your lashes, a hopeful smile on your face that he knows he has no chance of turning down.Â
âAs long as you want me to.â He gives your hand a light squeeze.Â
âOf course I do, silly, Sâwhy I offered.â You squeeze his hand back before letting go to finally make your way to the passenger side, Steve making sure he gets there first so he can open the door for you. Itâs the sweet little gestures that have your heart beating faster, simple acts of devotion that seem so insignificant from the outside but are really unspoken words of so much more.Â
Itâs not a long drive to your place from the rink, only about 15 minutes if you get lucky with traffic. Steveâs hand finds its place on your thigh for most of the journey, his touch barely there but still comforting. You occasionally trace along his fingers, or around its outline on your skin, just mindless touches whilst you listen to him talk about his day. You think you could just sit and watch him forever, have him talk about anything and youâd listen.Â
You direct Steve around the streets of your hometown, heâd picked you up from work a few times now but you usually spent your time together in Hawkinâs. Your apartment is along Main Street, a little one bed that sits above a flower shop. Itâs not much, but youâd been determined to move out and be independent whilst youâre in college so youâre content with the small space you got to call your own.Â
âThereâs a little lot around the back of the shops you can park in, just turn down here.â You lean forward in your seat to point to the small side road, Steve nodding and following your instructions to lead you both into the car park.Â
Steve pulls into the spot you point out, the one closest to the metal steps that lead up to your door. Now heâs here, in front of your place where heâs agreed to spend the night, his breathing gets a little quicker. He tries to keep it quiet, not wanting you to notice that heâs slightly freaking out.Â
âCâmon handsome, the takeout wonât order itself.â You grin at him, your house keys dangling on your pointer finger along with a collection of keyrings that all jangle together and glisten in the evening sun. You open the passenger door and step out the car, standing at the bottom of the staircase whilst Steve locks his car.Â
Steve takes a moment whilst locking up to try and chill himself out, a few deep breaths and words of encouragement muttered to himself. Though heâs not too sure âget it togetherâ counts as encouragement, either way he needs to hear it.Â
âIâm sorry if itâs a bit messy, I wouldâve tidied up more if I knew Iâd have company.â You look back to Steve as you climb the stairs, the old metal clanking with each step til you reach the top.
âYou donât have to apologise.â Steve shakes his head at you, you could open the door to a bomb site and he wouldnât mind as long as heâs with you.Â
You have to fiddle with the lock a little to get it open, the doorâs pretty old and probably rusted so the key needs to be twisted and lifted at an angle to get it to work. You get it after a few tries though, and push the door open to let yourself and Steve in.Â
âTa-da.â You sing as you hold the door open for Steve, letting him step into your living room before closing it behind him.Â
The flat is small, but youâve filled it with fresh flowers and cosy furnishings to brighten it up. Candles dotted around the room on whatever surface they can fit on, next to little ceramic and glass trinkets and photos of you and your friends. It feels like home, a space youâve cultivated as your own that nobody can take away from you.Â
Steve thinks itâs perfect, really, because he can tell itâs yours. The flowers and vanilla candles mix together so the room smells sweet, and everything looks soft and inviting. Your college books strewn across the coffee table, plush blankets hung over the arm of the couch, it was all another insight into your world that he was so desperate to be a part of.Â
âI canât believe you think this is messy.â He chuckles, looking around the room again to take in all the little details.
âWait til you see my bedroom, then youâll change your tune.â You shrug your bag off your shoulder and onto the floor near the door, toeing your shoes off so youâre just left with your knee high socks on your feet.
Steve canât even bring himself to think about seeing your bedroom, that idea pushed so far back into the corner of his mind so he can remain functional. âI bet itâs fine, youâre just dramatic.â He teases, trying to play off the fact heâs still in awe about being in your home.Â
âThatâs true, I am.â You smile at him, no offense taken from his words because you can see the soft smile on his lips and the doting tone that always seems to be there when he speaks. âSo, what dâyou want? Pizza? Or thereâs a Chinese not far thatâs pretty good?â You pad across the room to the kitchen, the open plan layout meaning you can still see Steve as you root through one of the cupboards for menus. You hold them up when you find them, waving them in the air before you move back and hand them to him.
âYou donât wanna pick? Youâre the one whoâs been working all day.â He strokes the back of your hair gently with his free hand, you instantly leaning back into his touch.
You shake your head at his offer. âYouâre the guest, you pick.â
Steve sighs a little, all sweetness at your offer. âPizza sounds good. You happy with that?âÂ
âMhm, pick what you want and Iâll call âem.â You tap your nails against the menu in his hand, the vibrations running up his arm and making his hairs stand up.Â
It takes you both a little while to settle on an order, going back and forth about what you both want and finding a middle ground. You keep trying to tell Steve to choose what he wants and youâll work around that, but Steve was far more concerned about you getting what you wanted. It was a lot of talking in circles til you both eventually settled.Â
Steve insists on paying when it arrives, too, despite your best efforts to at least go halves.Â
âJust take the money, Steve.â You hold the dollars out to him, trying to tuck them into his pocket when he shakes his head at you.Â
âStop, stop.â Steve laughs, trying to dodge your hands whilst holding onto the pizza box. âIf this falls weâll have to do that all over again.âÂ
You furrow your brow a little, pouting up at the boy. âFine, but Iâm getting it next time.â You flop yourself down on the couch with a dramatic sigh, shuffling your college textbooks to one side on the coffee table so the pizza box can fit. âOh, wait, dâyou want plates?â You go to stand up again but Steve shakes his head at you.
âIâll get âem, where are they?â He sets the food down and walks into the kitchen.
âCupboard above the sink.â You call through, watching him pull a couple of plates out and bring them back to you. âYouâd make a great housewife.â You grin, taking one of them off him.
âI know, thinking of changing careers.â Steve sits himself down next to you, his leg pressed against yours so you can feel the rough denim on your skin.Â
âYouâd look great in a frilly apron.â You lean forward to open the box, pulling out a slice of pizza for yourself and putting it on your plate.Â
âYeah, you think?â Steve grins at you and helps himself to a slice.
âMhm, real handsome.â You kiss him on the cheek before taking a bite of your food. âAnd I could be the breadwinner.âÂ
âOh Iâm gonna be your housewife?âÂ
âObviously, I get first dibs.âÂ
Steve smiles at you, all fondness and it makes your chest feel a little tight with how much you like it. âYeah, you do.â
You end up watching a movie after your food, letting Steve root through the small pile of tapes that sit next to your tv set. Theyâre pretty old, most picked up in flea markets or taken from your family home. Most of them are horror films which makes Steve laugh, you feel like the personification of sunshine but your taste in movies is the complete opposite of that.Â
âYou got anything lighthearted?â He turns his head to look at you from where heâs sat on the floor, you still sat on your couch with a blanket thrown over your lap.
âIâve got Grease.â
âSo the options are scary movies or Grease?âÂ
âWithhold your judgment, Harrington.â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest in fake upset.
âOh Iâm sorry, donât surname me.â He pouts back at you, which makes you giggle and ruins your facade.
âPick a film.â You wiggle your finger at the pile of tapes, Steve turning back to them again and eventually settling on Salemâs Lot.
âYou gotta hit the player a little, to get it to work.â You instruct Steve, who taps the player a few times before it springs to life and starts whirring.Â
He settles back down next to you, and you instantly lean your head on his shoulder. He can smell your fruity shampoo as soon as you lay it there, and leans his own head against yours. Itâs comfortable, like your head was supposed to fit there in the crook of his neck.Â
He tries his best to focus on the screen, but whenever youâre close to him itâs like all his senses are in overdrive and his heart is beating a million miles a minute. He hopes you canât feel it, a dead giveaway to how you make him feel, how much he really likes you.Â
It only gets worse when you start placing gentle kisses against his neck, your hand laced in his and heâs so aware of every minute movement you make. Every small inhale, the fan of your eyelashes as you blink. He thinks he might be losing it a little.
You kiss up his neck and up to his cheek, eventually nudging your nose against it so he turns his face to you. You both look at each other for a moment, eyes studying the others face and lips until he eventually leans in to kiss you.
Itâs a little reserved, gentle and careful like thereâs still some boundary yet to be crossed. Steveâs hand cups your face, fingers lacing into your hair as he holds you close to him.Â
You press against him a little harder, lips parting slightly so he can slip his tongue into your mouth and you let out a sweet sigh from the feeling. Your arms are around his shoulders so your fingers can run through the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
Steve can feel himself getting lost in it all, how soft you are and how sweet you taste, and when you shuffle so youâre sitting in his lap heâs certain heâs absolutely gone. His hands move to your waist, but he barely grips you, his touch soft and hovering over your body.
You pull away a little, keeping your face close to Steveâs so your lips still brush together when you speak. âYâknow you can touch me, Stevie? Iâm not gonna break.â Your voice is barely above a whisper, all sweet and a little teasing.
Steve smiles at you, closing his eyes for a moment. âI know, I just, uh,â he lets out a small sigh, nose nudging against your own, âyou make me kinda nervous.âÂ
You sit back a little now, still close and your fingers still combing through his hair. âWhat, why?â Your brows furrow slightly as you look at him with gentle concern. âYâknow I really like you, right?â
âI know, but youâre so pretty and smart and like, so out of my league.â He chuckles to try and cover the fact heâs actually wearing his heart on his sleeve, the confession making him feel like he could pass out or combust at any second.
You just shake your head at him, lips curled up into a smile that makes him want to melt. âWhatâve I gotta do to prove it to you? Put it on a big sign?â You place soft kisses up and along his throat, breaking them up with your words. âOr I could make a t-shirt?â You move your kisses up to his face so you can look at him again, eyes bright with tenderness for the boy in front of you.Â
âThe t-shirt sounds good.â Steve can feel his skin heat up wherever you place your kisses, your sweet words and soft touches driving him a little crazy.
You giggle, moving one hand to cup his jaw. âYeah? I can do that.â You press your lips against his, softly and just for a second. âI wanna be your girl, Steve Harrington. You gonna let me?âÂ
Steveâs not sure heâll ever get used to your confidence, not that he minds it. But he canât deny it makes his heart flip whenever you say stuff like this, so assured in what you want, especially when itâs him. âYeah, yeah, I am.â He exhales, finally bringing his lips back to yours.
He kisses you with more confidence now, like whatever line youâve been toeing has been crossed and heâs finally letting himself relax into you. His hands hold your waist properly, pulling your body closer to his so you can feel his chest move with each breath.Â
You tilt your head so you can deepen the kiss, Steveâs tongue licking into your mouth as he squeezes your side and itâs enough for you to sigh out a small moan. The sound only makes Steve kiss you harder, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip and making your brain go sort of fuzzy.Â
When his lips make their way along your jaw, trailing down the column of your neck and onto that sensitive spot near your collarbone your breath hitches in your throat. You think Steve must feel it stuck there, because itâs almost like you can feel him smirk against your skin as he nips at the same spot before soothing over it with his tongue.Â
His hands roam to your thighs, skirt pulled up a little too high to be decent from you straddling him and you donât even mind the pain that comes from when his hand passes over your bruise. âJesus, Steve.â You almost whine, his lips still attached to that same spot and leaving a pretty purple mark there.Â
Steve groans against your skin when you say his name, the way you say it has his mind moving a hundred miles a minute. âYâso pretty, yâknow that?â His words are a bit muffled against your skin, though he briefly pulls away so he can look you in the eyes. âSo perfect, drives me crazy.â
When one of his hands slips towards the inside of your thighs you have to blink a few times to try and keep yourself calm, the sensation so intense even with his gentle touch. It makes you rock your hips towards him, you donât even mean to do it but the feeling of his denim dragging along your bare skin only sends you more into a haze. Your fingers press into his shoulders, little half moon indents pressing into the fabric of his shirt where youâre trying to ground yourself.Â
It feels like an eternity of his hands wandering, fingers ghosting closer to your core only to move away again before Steve finally asks if he can touch you, big brown eyes blinking down at you as you nod your head, forcing out a small âyesâ, your voice a little raspy from trying to control your breathing.
Steve still feels like this might all be a dream, a fantasy taking place solely in his head, when he finally runs fingers along the hemline of your panties. Youâre already warm, your soft skin radiating heat onto him and driving him wild. He moves his hand away for a second, just so he can shift your bodies around and lay you back on the couch. One hand next to your head, propping himself over you so he can see your face, and the other back to teasing you.
You know youâre already wet, can feel it there between your thighs as Steve trails a finger up and down over your panties eventually relenting and pulling them to the side. You donât think the room is cold, but the air hitting your exposed cunt is enough to make you shiver a little.Â
He slides two of his fingers down into your slick, the light pressure on your already sensitive clit enough to make your body jolt and a small gasp falls from your lips.Â
âGod, yâso wet already baby.â He muses, a smile curled onto the corners of his lips as he watches your face scrunch a little with each of his movements. His fingers rub circles around your clit, slow steady movements that have your eyes fluttering closed.Â
âFeels so good, Stevie.â Your voice is even sweeter than usual, all breathy and a little out of it and Steve doesnât think heâll ever get over it.Â
All your nerves feel like theyâre on fire, every inch of your body charged with some sort of electricity as Steve keeps touching you. When he finally slips one finger inside of you, his thumb still pressing onto your clit, youâre pretty sure you can see stars. Heâs gentle with you, moving in and out of you slowly and always keeping an eye on your face to make sure youâre alright, only adding a second finger once he can feel youâre ready.Â
His fingers curl up to hit that sweet spot inside of you, the slow drag of them in and out mixed with the lazy movements against your cliensending your head dizzy. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails dragging along the top of his back as your heartbeat quickens and the coil inside your stomach tightens.Â
âSteve.â You whine, incapable of getting any other words out, your brain turned to mush from his touch.
âYâclose?â He breathes, blown pupils staring down into your own with such intensity and desire that it only pushes you closer to the edge.Â
âMhm.â You hum, all you can manage as he speeds up his movements. His fingers are pumping into you a little faster now, still careful and considerate and always hitting the right spot and you can feel your body temperature rising.Â
âCan feel it, feels so good.â He places a gentle kiss on your lips, then onto your cheek. âYâgonna let go for me? Wanna feel you come so bad, sweetheart.â He knows heâs running his mouth, mind all fogged up from how good you feel and how much he wants you that he canât help but let the words tumble out.
It doesnât take much more for that coil in your stomach to snap, Steveâs words coaxing you through your high as you squeeze your eyes shut and moan out his name. Your nails dig harder into his shoulders, the blinding white of your orgasm leaving you out of it and the feel of him underneath your fingers the only thing helping to ground you.Â
You whine when Steve finally slides his fingers out of you, the sudden emptiness pulling the sound from your mouth. You bring your head up from where it was lay on the couch, lips meeting his where heâs still hovering over you.Â
âYou alright?â Steve presses his forehead against yours, the breath of his words fanning against your lips.Â
âYeah, Stevie.â You give him a sweet smile, mascara a little smudged under your eyes and still looking a little out of it. âCâmon.â You press a hand to his chest and give him a gentle push, just enough so you can sit yourself up. âWanna make you feel good.â
Hearing the words come from your mouth makes Steveâs brain short circuit a little bit, just following your lead as you shuffle up and off the couch and offer him a hand to lead him to your bedroom. You turn to face him as you walk backwards into the room, knocking the light on with your other hand and coating the room in a buttery light. Your lips are little puffy from where heâd kissed, your hair mussed from the couch, and Steve thinks youâre the most perfect girl heâs ever seen.Â
Then youâre back on each other again, like some invisible rope is tied around you both and is being pulled tighter til you collide. The kiss is a little messy, too eager to touch each other that itâs all tongue and teeth as your hands both try to pry the others shirt off without having to pull away for too long.Â
Your clothes are strewn across the room, cascaded to the floor carelessly as your hands can finally roam skin on skin. Your palms on Steveâs chest guide him towards your bed, the back of his knees hitting the mattress.Â
He sits on the edge of the bed, hands splayed across your now bare waist and you stood between his legs, gazing down at him with big eyes full of something sticky sweet and sultry. He brings his mouth to your tits, kissing the skin and sucking softly to draw out more sweet sounds from you.
âSâmy turn. To make you feel good.â You have to force the words out, your breath hitching in your chest each time Steve nibbles on your skin. Your hand reaches down to run over Steveâs crotch. You can feel how much heâs already straining against the denim jeans as you go to fiddle with the button, movements slow and teasing and already enough to make him groan against your soft skin.Â
âBaby.â Steve grips you a little tighter, pads of his fingers pressing into you. You just look at him, a picture of innocence as you continue your deliberate movements, zipper pulled down at an agonizing pace. âBabybabybaby.â He genuinely thinks his heart might stop with how hard itâs pounding against his ribs.Â
When you finally un-do the zipper and start palming at his cock through his boxers, Steve tips his head back with a low moan, the pleasure already overwhelming. You use your other hand to caress his cheek, your touch gentle and comforting to counteract how much youâre driving him absolutely crazy.Â
You dip your hand into his boxers, sufficient teasing done, and finally move his boxers down enough so you can pull his cock out. You try not to react when you realize just how big he is, though a small sound escapes your mouth as you start to pump your hand around the base of his shaft.Â
When you crouch down in the space between Steveâs legs and run your tongue up his shaft, tip already leaking from the way your hands pumping him, he thinks he might be done for. You look up at him through your lashes, doe eyed and mouth just barely touching him, placing gentle kisses on his member as one of his hands entangles itself in your hair.
âFucking hell.â He moans, your eyes closing over as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, hand continuing its motions at the base that you canât quite fit.Â
You can feel the tip of him pressing against the back of your throat, and you have to focus on your breathing to try and stop yourself choking up around him. His fingers tighten their hold on your hair as you speed up your movements, tugging a little each time you hear him sigh or moan.
âI-Iâm not gonna last.â He chokes out, trying to guide your head up so he can look at you properly. You move your mouth off him, lips slick with saliva and eyes blown as you look at him. âI wanna fuck you, donât wanna cum yet.â His words are still breathy even now youâve stopped touching him, his mind still catching up to everything thatâs happening.Â
âYeah?â You ask, voice a little teasing which only makes Steve want you more. You stand up so you can wiggle out of your skirt, letting it fall to the ground below you and leaving you only in your panties. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his jeans, a silent instruction for him to follow suit. He shuffles in his spot, tugging the trousers down his legs and onto the floor. âSit back.â You nudge your head towards the headboard of your bed, and Steve doesnât even try to argue as he moves himself to lean against your pillows.Â
You kneel over him, hands pulling at his boxers as you help to guide them off before doing the same with your panties. You straddle him again, cock pushing against your clit as you kiss him and rock your hips.
Your lips move down his neck, still a little wet and puffed up. Steveâs hands are resting on your thighs, head tilted to the side so you can continue your trail of kisses down towards his collarbone. âI, uh, donât have a condom.â Steve murmurs, using probably the last bit of sanity he has to force the words out.
âIâm on the pill.â Your words are pressed into his skin, and you can feel him groan underneath you as you speak. âIf youâre okay with that.âÂ
âYeah, fuck, Iâm okay with it.âÂ
Steve helps you line yourself up on top of him, a small hiss coming through your teeth as you lower down onto him and feel the stretch. You have to move slowly, each time you press yourself down a little further and feel him fill you up a little more. It takes you a couple minutes til youâre sat on him fully, breathing already a little heavy as you rest your head on his shoulder.
Steve presses kisses onto your forehead, hands steady on your hips as you sit for a moment. He can feel how tight you are around him, cock twitching inside you just from the thought of you moving. âYou okay?â His voice is soothing, gentle and full of care as his thumb strokes circles into your skin.
âYeah, mâokay.â Your voice is quiet, but you eventually start to rock your hips against him once youâve adjusted to his size. You can feel his tip nudging that soft squidgy spot with each movement and it has you moaning into his neck as your forehead stays steady in the crook of his neck.Â
You get a little more confident with it, properly lifting yourself up now so you can feel the full length of his shaft moving in and out of you. You lift your head up so you can look at Steve, mouth hung open a little from being so blissed out.Â
âFeel sâgood, so full.â Steveâs hands help guide you as you bounce on top of him, your clit bumping against the base of his shaft each time brings you down again and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.Â
âGod. Wanted this so bad. Want you so bad. Want you to be my girl.â He starts pistoning his hips up into you now, following your rhythm and hitting even deeper inside you which has you whining.Â
âI am your girl, Stevie.â You bite your lip as Steve thrusts up into you, barely muffling the sound of your moans as you keen at his thrusts.Â
âOh fuck.â He tips his head back, eyes closing as his thrusts start getting a little sloppy. You can tell heâs close, trying your best to hold onto the pace heâs set to bring him to the edge.Â
âYâgonna cum for me, baby?â You muse, voice sugar coated despite the words and it has Steveâs head spinning. He brings a hand down between you, fingers finding your clit so he can rub circles in it as you both near the edge.Â
Itâs a little messy, still learning each other's bodies and the way you move with each touch, but you can feel yourself tiptoeing along that ledge again. Steve must feel it too, the way you clench impossibly tighter around him, because he starts picking up the pace with his thrusts again.Â
It doesnât take long for you to both tumble over the edge, Steve breathing out your name over and over as he brings his forehead to yours and helps you steady yourself as you come down from your high. Youâre not quite ready to move yet, still too sensitive to deal with the feeling of him pulling out.Â
Heâs peppering sweet kisses along your cheek through his deep breathing, both your chests rising and falling as you try to bring yourselves back to reality. When he finally pulls out you whine a little, the loss of him inside you has you feeling empty and the over stimulation is close to electric.Â
Steve lifts you off him, placing you gently on the bed so he can go to the bathroom to get something to clean the pair of you up with. Heâs so soft with you, all affectionate and doting like youâre the most precious thing in the world, he thinks you might be.
âSteve?â You sit yourself up on the bed as he pulls his boxers on, your cheeks flushed pink and lip pulled between your bottom teeth.
âYeah?âÂ
âThis mean Iâm actually your girl now?â You grin at him, and youâre asking a question you already know the answer to really. But you want to hear him say it, purely for selfish reasons.
âFuck, yeah, youâre my girl.â He leans over and kisses your forehead, and the way you look up at him has him thinking that you might always send his head a little dizzy. But he definitely doesnât mind.
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telling your fwb that you're going on a date w some of my
favs!
includes: Itoshi Rin, Fushiguro Toji, Jing Yuan, gojo (seperate, not in order)
summary: you tell him you're going out on a date to see his reaction. includes fem! reader insert. slightly suggestive - honestly borderline smut, some possessiveness, one mention of cheating but it's a joke
note: characters n reader have mutual feelings, mostly acknowledged. i'm thinking of making this a series so drop your fav characters please! minors, blank and ageless blogs dni
âłITOSHI RIN
his initial reaction was to just roll his eyes at you.
"you're not funny. who would even go out with you?"
by now you're used to rin being an asshole. he's got a smart mouth and he knows what to say to get on your nerves. so you keep it to a simple, "not you, apparently," to shut him up.
and it does, for only a few minutes.
"why am I only hearing about this now?"
it's ironic how suddenly he's so in your business, unhappy with how you didn't tell him beforehand. rin tries so hard to keep himself in check, not giving you the reaction you wanted. but it devastated him; on his bed, in nothing but a pretty bra and a pair of panties, talking about some other man?
no, rin was not having it at all.
you almost snicker when he says you shouldn't be going out with 'other guys' because you two were having sex. but his argument quickly dies down when you remind him of the first rule he set when you started your nightly- and sometimes daily- sessions: "we're not exclusive"
he thinks of pushing you down the bed, getting his hands all over that pretty body of yours. you won't resist, that he's sure of, but he can't risk seeming desperate, especially not in front of you. that's pathetic.
he mumbles a few things along the lines of 'whatever' and 'let him fuck you with his micropenis'.
but rin is petty, he really is. at least when it comes to you. so he quickly turns to the silent treatment - as if he wasn't mostly silent. he wouldn't text you or respond to your calls for two whole days, which is more reaction than you would have liked. a lot more.
until you were out with some girl friends and you receive a notification.
Rin [2:34 pm]: how was the date.?
once you tell him it was a joke, and how he took your bait like a fish, it's safe to say he was less than pleased. the first thing he does is to invite you over. and as absurd as it is, he tells you to go to his place that very minute. which you don't mind too much.
rin made sure to remind you that no matter who you run to, he'll always be the only one who can please you so good. he's the only one who knows exactly how make you quiver and cry in little time. afterall, your pussy has long since been molded to remember him. aching for him every minute you wake and every second you sleep.
rin made sure you know your place. under him. no other man.
âł SATORU GOJO
gojo knows he's lucky, he really does. no woman took him the way you do. no woman understood him the way you do. no woman excited him the way you do, in all ways a man could be excited.
so when you tell him that? it's safe to say gojo was about to burst.
of course he is. you're his girl, whether you like it or not - which you do. you can't just go to another sleazy man when you have the strongest himself wrapped around your finger. that's unfair. and your reason? because you wanted to settle? heck, he'll 'settle' for you. he just needed some more time. can't you give him that at least?
"oh? with who?"
"he's not a sorcerer, i don't think you know him."
first of all, why would you assume he doesn't know anyone who isn't a sorcerer? that's rude. although he doesn't, it's still rude. and why would you even go out with a non-sorcerer? what could be so special about him that gojo can't offer?
but gojo can't let you go. call it what you want, he's not planning on letting go.
he's not a jealous man. he's the strongest, he has everything a man could want. jealousy is a feeling he's yet to meet. but now it burns in him. although gojo's eyes were ice blue, now they're burning. and the hottest fires always burn blue.
as if second instinct, he's quick to pull you onto his lap, earning a yelp and a wide-eyed look. it's enough to know he's getting what he wants. his fingers reach for that clothed, soft spot between your legs. his long fingers begin to move, slow and steady, making your hips moves softly to the rhythm he's created, begging for more fritction.
his lips ghost against your ears, not exactly touching the sensitive skin but touching it all the same.
"i don't think i know him, no. but i'll make sure you forget him. you don't need a guy like that."
âłFUSHIGURO TOJI
he stared at you for a few seconds, his gaze unreadable. toji is no fool, and he won't play your little game. especially not by your rules. toji is not bound by law, jujutsu, physical limit, or society. he won't let you mess around. not when he's so desperate to see you, albeit afraid of the commitment. not when he left his entire life, slowly becoming the perfect man so he could give you everything.
"what a silly joke. you know i'm not that dumb, don't you?"
he knows he's right when you stop for a fraction of a second, trying to contain your pretty smile. you deny, telling him that you're completely serious. you wanted a relationship, and you wanted to finally be able to be at 'peace'.
"oh really?" he quirks a brow, a look of clear amusement on his face. "that's too bad, i don't think women who cheat can find peace."
"it's just a single date, toji. i'm not cheating on him."
"not yet," he flips you around so you're laying right under his bulk form. you giggle, and it confirms his suspicions further. you were just testing him. good, he'll make sure this stays just a joke.
"hmm? are you jealous, toji?"
"of who?" he's quick. he's smart. and he won't let you mess around like that without getting something in return. he leans in, close to your neck. one of his hands find your waist, softly caressing the skin with calloused fingers. "we both know who you'll actually be with tonight."
âłJING YUAN
the general was in love with you. absolutely, utterly, completely in love. he couldn't admit it, not to you or to himself. but as your nights with him turned from one while you're drunk to more than he could possibly count, you infatuated him. you invaded him, corrupting his thoughts and time and feelings.
yuan wasn't sure if he was right for you, although he knew you were right for him. he didn't want to jump into a relationship he was unsure could last. yuan didn't think he could give you what you want, and you sure as hell wouldn't back down from what you deserve. that's why he admired you so much. you weren't easy. you won't allow him to bend you to his liking. you were a challenge he enjoyed.
"hmm? who's the lucky gentleman?"
jealousy was obvious, clear as day. disdain dripped from his usually sweet words. yuan was not taking the news too well, and it shows despite his soft smile.
"kaoru," you say a name he doesn't know. "do you know him?"
"i don't recall someone with such a name," he confessed, his eyes narrowing in thought. he tries but he doesn't know anyone wit that name. "is he good looking?"
you smile a little at his reaction, pleased with the jealousy he's showing. "i don't know. he's not my type, but i'm exploring options."
"what am i then? an option?" you almost snicker at the amount of petty in his question. he wants to confirm his worth, make sure that he's above comparison to you.
"don't be cruel, yuan," you give him the satisfaction of an answer. "it's not like that."
yuan tries to convince you to stay, kissing all over your neck just how you like it, reminding you who you're with and how you need not find another man because it is yuan you belong with. before he knows it it's heated, and he finds himself craving you more than ever.
"i want you," he whispers, one hand tangled in your hair and breath ragged.
"i'm yours to take, yuan."
usually, that's enough for him. but jealousy thrums in him and he pushes a little of you, his expression dark but it's not lust this time. "you're not," he breathes. his eyes study your feverish eyes. "you're going out with another man."
your eyes widen, you were so lost in him you forgot.
"shut up," you pull him towards you, mouths meeting in a lewd kiss. "it was a joke. "
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Undressing Room
Kang Hyewon x m!reader
word count- 7.8k+
â smut, oral, tit-fucking, anal, that dress
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read on AO3
"Isn't itâŚa little too tight?"Â
âThe dress? Or you? Because either way, the answer is no."
Making Hyewon blush was always too easy. Whether it was a simple joke, a compliment on her outfit, or a comment that put her innocence to the test, she could never hide her shyness. And this time was no exception.
"Hey! You're such a pervert. Doesn't it show too much? I feel like you can see everything.â That wasnât wasnât too far from the truth. Hyewon wore an off-shoulder blue dress that was the definition of form-fittingâlike it had been made specifically for her. Her stylist knew what she was doing.Â
"I fail to see how that's a problem, Hyem.âÂ
The smile on your face couldnât be wider as you watched Hyewon look at herself in the mirror in the waiting room. âBut you know what would make that dress look better?"Â
"Don't you dare say it would look better on the floor,â she said, glaring daggers at you.Â
Hyewon read you like a book. "What? I would neverâ"Â
"Uh-huh. I know you too well, perv.â You gave Hyewon a discreet glance before your arms wrapped around her slim waist, and you kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume.Â
âThen you should know when you wear something like this, it's hard to keep my hands off you."
Once againâtoo easy. It was like you were tallying how many times you could make her flustered, how many times you could make those adorable cheeks a shade of rosy scarlet. "But we can't right now. Someone could call for me at any moment.âÂ
Patience was not your strongest trait. But whenever you were with Hyewon, you would wait until the sun rose back up, and then some. You'd gone to these types of events before, and it was always the same type of endless waiting. âWe have plenty of time. Donât these things take forever?"Â
Hyewon sighed and sank back into your touch, as you maintained a strong grasp on her waist, continued to kiss her neck, and snaked your hands a bit higher. You couldnât help but notice her dress offered the easiest accessâall it would take was one little tug.Â
"But I don't want us to be in the middle of something when they do call me. I'm nervous!" Hyewon pouted when she turned around, and you were blessed with the most gorgeous girl youâd laid your eyes on.Â
âYouâre going to do great,â you reassured when you met her gaze, and caressed her cheek. âYouâre the cameraâs best friend, and theyâll fall head over heels for you, Kang Hyewon. You're the perfect woman, and everyone here is lucky enough to be able to bask in your beauty."
âThank you. That really helps a lot,â she said, as her voice stayed soft and quiet while she gave a peck on your lips. Returning the kiss, your voice sank to a whisper, and a mischievous grin shot across your features.
âBut I know a good way to get rid of those nervesâŚâ
You didnât need to say anything else, because Hyewon knew what you meantâeven if it made her blush for the umpteenth time as she buried her face in her palms. "Always one thing with you! So naughtyâŚâ
"Not always. But when you look so delicious, who could blame me for being so hungry?â you asked, as you grinned even wider before returning to kiss those silky soft lips. Hyewon let out a short giggle, spun around, and looked at herself in the mirror again.
"I guess I can't. I do look really good in it,â Hyewon said, running fingers through her hair. âIâve never worn something so revealing. It makes me feel nervous, but at the same time a littleââ
"Turned on?" you answered for her and kissed each of her bare shoulders while you watched her reflection in the mirror.
"Well, maybe a little...âÂ
"And you called me the perv?"Â
âThat's because you are,â she said, and spun around to throw a playful punch to one shoulder. âThis dress makes me feel like everyone is going to be staring at me. But I like that. I love the attention."
"I'm staring at you right now, Hyem. I couldnât stop if I tried."
"Youâre always staring, pervert. Even when I'm not wearing any makeup and I'm in my pajamas. But won't it make you jealous with all those eyes on me?âÂ
"No, not really. They can drool all they want, but Hyewon is all mine. Only I get to see what's underneath that dress."
"Iâm not all yours, youâre all mine, remember?â Hyewon said, before she rested her head on your shoulder and took a moment of hesitation.Â
âSoâŚwouldn't you like to see what's under this dress?"Â
The question made her giggle, which brought out your own laughter at the sudden influx of confidence. But there was nothing more you desired, no better wish that you wanted granted. "What happened to we can't right now?â
Before answering, Hyewon took a quick breather, like she already forgot those exact words said earlier. "Do what? I'm just offering you a little sneak peek. If you don't want it, I completely understand..."
"I didnât say that. Of course I want it, you fucking tease."
Hyewon's little, innocent smile grew into a larger one, full of delight at your impatience. "I thought so. Now take a seat, so I can show you how good this dress looks on the floor."
Gesturing towards the large white couch, you sat down on the cushions, becoming as comfy as you could while your attention remained laser-focused straight ahead. So as you patiently waited for Hyewon to undress with bated breath, you kept an ear out for lingering footsteps that might spoil the fun. While Hyewon keeping you waiting wasn't unusual, the amount of time that had passed was almost to the point where you felt compelled to get out of your seat.Â
"Do you need help?"
Hyewon shook her head, looking first like a deer caught in headlights until her expression changed into something less serious. "No, I'm good. The zipper got caught on something for a sec, but I got it. There we go."
And just like that, the pretty blue dress that defined Hyewonâs insane curves fell to the floor, confirming in fact, that it did look better that way. You were really staring now, because while she looked stunning in that fancy discarded dress, she looked much better in her underwear. Hyewon exuded confidence, her modelesque body proudly standing with hands on her deadly hips, and a cocky, sexy smirk swept over her features.
It was utterly unfair for someone to have a killer body like that, but even as her ample breasts tempted you to lose your focus in between that deep cleavage, it grew impossible to find a spot where your eyes could fixate.Â
"Holy shit, Hyem,â you said, as you lifted your jaw off the floor, drowning in lust when your gaze drifted to Hyewon's tight, exposed body. âBlack looks so damn good on you. Your tits look fantastic in that bra."Â
When she walked closer to you, Hyewon halted inches from your position, and leaned over to let your eyes feast on a closer glimpse of her breasts. "Thank you, you're so sweet. But just wait until you see the back."Â Â Â
You were engrossed in Hyewon's ample cleavage to the point where you forgot where you were, that you were still in a public building and not your own bedroom, and took a quick glance towards the door.
"Did we lock the door?"
"I don't know, did we? Who cares?" Hyewon responded with a smug look, no longer concerned as she had been.
"We wouldn't want someone to walk in on you giving me a strip showâŚ"
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time."Â
"That was so embarrassing, having to explain that to Eunbi."
"But it worked out in the end, didn't it? And you got to see us both naked for the first time. I should give Eunbi unnie a call."Â
"Hyem, you're stalling,â you said, growing more impatient by the second.Â
"Oh, am I? Did you want me to turn around and show you my ass? I'm wearing the new thong you bought me. I guess I should show you how it looks."
"Tease."
"I only tease because you like it.â Hyewon generously turned around to give you what you'd been craving for and bent over to show off that magnificent ass before parking it on your lap. Your mind went blank, only filled with depraved thoughts of what you wanted to do to her.Â
"Do I?" you questioned, as you gawked at the view of Hyewonâs plentiful backside and the small thong wedged between her cheeks that her plump ass devoured.
"Of course you do, perv. You love it when I make you wait to see me naked. And when I sit on your lap and grind my ass on you like this."
It was almost embarrassing how quickly your pants tightened when Hyewon grabbed your thighs for stability and gyrated her hips. Even through your pants, you could tell how soft those scrumptious buttcheeks were, and they caused a massive bulge in your pants that only Hyewon could be responsible for.
"I do love when you tease meâŚand I love this tight ass even more. This beautiful ass. Fuck, Hyem. How does your ass keep getting bigger?"Â
Hyewon didn't stop rubbing her curvy ass against your clothed erection as she sandwiched it perfectly between her cheeks. Every gyration made your cock throb hard against the frustrating fabric of your pants.
"Because I work hard to make it bigger. For you, and for me. So I can show it off in those tight jeans you love me wearing." There was nothing more you could be thankful for. You couldn't wait any longer to get your hands on Hyewon, so after sliding your eager hands up her tight abdomen, you grabbed both plump buttcheeks, and squeezed until your hands were full of soft, heavenly flesh.
"I think I'm in love with it."
Hyewon giggled as you kneaded her beautiful rear to your heart's content, unable to resist giving it a generous slap. "I don't blame you. I do have a rather nice ass."
"I think I want you to suffocate me with it.â You eagerly pulled your shirt over your head, and watched Hyewon gawk over your chest in the mirror the same way you were staring at her ass.Â
âGood, because I think I want to suffocate you with it.â Looking back over her shoulder, Hyewon shared the same glint in her eye as she departed your lap, giving you enough room to lie down flat on the couch, your head positioned just below the headrest. Hyewon then straddled your waist, putting her big tits flush against your chest, and started to kiss your body, leaving lip prints all over your bare skin.
âI hope they never call for me,â Hyewon said, as her long fingers played with strands of your hair, tangling herself up in them before she planted gentle kisses on your collarbones and your neck. She leaned forward to nibble your earlobe with her teeth, sending tingles throughout your body.
âMe too. Now come bring that fat ass over here and sit it on my face."
âIâd love to,â she responded with an eager smile, and within seconds, she positioned herself above your head, a hovering squat with her cheeks prepared to meet your face. From this point of view, you could see everythingâthe shape of those inviting pussy lips, toned creamy thighs, and a round, shapely ass that had no equal.Â
âI love to sit on your face. Your adorable face. Your cute, loveable, perfect face. Are you ready?"
Before you could answer, you grasped Hyewonâs hips, and pulled down her ass to smother your face with.Â
âI guess that answers thatâŚâ This was the true definition of heavenâa beautiful girl with her weight down on you, and the aromatic scent of her arousal seeping through her panties. And for the moment, you were content being her cushion, content to see nothing but those buttcheeks that filled your view.Â
âGod, I love this ass so much. It's fucking perfect. I just want to live underneath these soft, pillowy cheeks. Forever."
Hyewon couldnât help but laugh. She loved hearing your words of praise and loved how obsessed you were with her body. âCan you even breathe?"Â
"No. But I don't want to. You're supposed to suffocate me. Isnât that what I asked for?âÂ
"But if you pass out, you can't fuck me."Â
That was just a risk you would have to take. Almost a bigger risk than what you were already doing. "Who said I was going to fuck you? You said this was just a sneak peek."
"I did, butâ"
"But now you're dripping wet. I can feel it through your panties."
Embarrassment embraced her cheeks once more. "S-sorry, I can't help it. You know what happens when I ride your face."
"There's no need to be sorry. But thenâmaybe I should help you out. Maybe I should do thisâ"Â
With that, you pulled her thong to the side, and gave her pretty pink slit a long, slow lick. As you tasted the sweet essence that filled your mouth, Hyewon squirmed on top of you, but you held her in place, and took another taste of her sweet pussy, gathering up the slick nectar waiting for you.Â
âOh god, fuckââ she moaned loudly while you turned the tables and teased her swollen clit, tongue flicking against it to draw out more pure pleasure. You held those plump cheeks pressed firmly on your face, then sucked on her clit, for just long enough to grant a modicum of pleasure, earning more moans, more tasty juices that you lapped up as she rocked on your face.Â
âYou're so wet, Hyem. Your gorgeous little cunt wanted my tongue this badly?â
She hesitatedâanswering only in erotic moans for the next few moments as you worked your tongue between her messy folds and slurped her juices clean. "Y-yes, fuck yes. I needed this. I needed this so bad. God, that tongue feels so, so good. Just tease my clit like thatâmmm, fuck, just like that."
"God, Hyem, your pussy tastes so good, I just wanna eat you out for hours. We could skip this event. I'll bring you back to our place just to devour you all night. Iâll keep making you cum on my face over and overâŚ"Â
To prove your point, your slurps became louder, while your tongue explored every inch of dripping flesh, moving past the point of teasing.Â
âFuck, that would be amazing, oh fuckâright there, keep sucking that clit. But we canât, Iâd get in so much troubleâfuck, fuck, oh my godâyour tongue is amazing, donât stop, donâtââÂ
âThatâs a shame. Because I could just rail you in the kitchen. Then the bathroom, the living room, the laundry room, maybe even the bedroom eventually, until the sheets get so messy weâd have to get rid of them, and neither of us can walk.âÂ
âOh godâŚI need that more than anything. Just finish inside me in every single room. Then you can cover my tits, my tummy, and my entire body in your hot loads. Iâd drain you so many timesâŚâÂ
âWe canât forget about your face, Iâd paint your gorgeous face so many times. You just look so pretty with my thick cum dripping down your face, donât you?â
âAh fuuck, youâre making me so wet just thinking about that. I need your cock. Please, can I whip out your enormous cock, so I can suck you off and make you feel as good as youâre making me?â
âYou donât have to ask. Anything you want is yours, Hyem.â So while you kept your tongue buried in her cunt, Hyewon unfastened your pants and slid them down to your knees with your boxers. She seized your throbbing length and furiously stroked it, then puckered her lips to kiss your swollen tip a numerous amount of times, before she teased your length with her wet tongue.Â
You let out a breathy moan when Hyewon licked every inch of hard flesh, her tongue frantically moving up and down, and left a trail of saliva on your shaft. She teased your balls, flicked against each one, then cupped them when she returned to your swollen cockhead, and parted her lips with it as it disappeared into her wet, hungry mouth.Â
âOh god, Hyem. Thatâs so fucking good,â you moaned, as she gently sucked on your tip, and the softest lips imaginable around your cock slurped loudly when Hyewon worked her magic on your hard cock. Eager for more, she pushed her lips further, while her talented mouth swallowed up more dick to suck, desperate for it all.Â
So while that hot, hungry mouth sucked on your cock, and her tongue danced across your shaft, you returned the favor. With the same amount of fervor, you feasted on her pussy and suckled on her clit, tonguing her leaking hole to spill more nectar onto your chin, nearly competing with Hyewon to provide equal parts of pleasure.Â
âFuck, that mouth feels so good, Hyem. Youâre making me throb so much, I just need you to take it down your throat, all the way down.âÂ
Without any hesitation she obliged, and played with your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze while she sucked you deeply, all the way down to your base with ease.Â
Hyewon obeyed without hesitation and swallowed you whole, all the way down to your base with ease, taking every last inch, nose flush to your stomach. She played with your tender balls while she held you in her tight throat, and gently squeezed them, caressed them to offer extra stimulation as you tongue her delicious cunt, eager to maintain the mutual goal of pleasing each other.Â
âYou eat me out so well, I just love how your tongue feels inside me, fuck,â Hyewon said, as she became more insane with bliss by the moment. âI love when you lick my pussy while I drool over this amazing cock. It tastes so good, so, so fucking good, I just want to suck your delicious cock forever. It just makes me so wet when I see how much saliva your cock is covered in. Iâm getting so close, I just need, oh fuckââ
When the tip of your wet finger teased Hyewonâs asshole, you hit the jackpot, and garnered even louder, needier moans from Hyewon. It was far too simple to turn her into a mess. With your tongue buried in her cunt, that same finger continued to circle around her puckered hole, daring to slip inside, but withdrew at the last second.Â
âOh my god, please. Just a little moreâthat finger teasing my asshole is gonna make me cum. Iâm so close, please, just wrap your lips around my clit while you finger my ass. Please donât stop, donât stop, please donât fucking stopââÂ
You couldnât ignore her desperate pleas, so after wetting your finger some more, you slipped it all the way inside her tight asshole as your lips went to town on her throbbing clit. After all, you wanted Hyewon to cum, and had no reason to prolong your teasing. You wanted her to cum until her legs shook, and would do anything in your power to achieve that.Â
Not letting up, your lips mercilessly slurped and slurped on her swollen nub, and you fingered her tight back entrance. Meanwhile, Hyewon equally slurped on your length, and with every passing moment, you felt your face grow wetter and wetter, welcoming more of her sweet honey. More and more, her delicate movements became frantic, and her sweet moans became more out of control as her limits were being tested.Â
âHyem, I want you to cum. I want you to squeeze my head with your thighs, I need to feel them tremble and shake. You can do that, canât you? Cum for me, Hyem.â
It took very little time, with how your finger pumped in her ass, and your lips assaulted her clit, but finallyâHyewon reached the moment of bliss. The sheer force of her orgasm sent loud screams of ecstasy that echoed along the walls. Her juices spilled like a waterfall that coated your lips, chin, and everywhere else, while her body shook violently, suffocating your face with her trembling thighs as expected. You licked her through every explosive moment, and after her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto your body, panting heavily, with just enough energy to stroke your cock while you cleaned her thighs up, not letting a drop go to waste.
âH-holy shit, I came so hard. You made me cum so hardâŚâ The little aftershocks of her climax continued to fire off as you caressed her thighs, while her intense high began to dissipate. Still basking in satisfaction, Hyewon carefully lifted her ass from your Hyewon-covered face, which left you with fleeting disappointment when she rose to her feet, finished removing her panties, and tossed them in a random corner.Â
With your hands now free and no longer caressing her, you sat up slowly and lamented the loss of her warm cheeks against your face. You looked at Hyewon, her lustful gaze too much to ignore, as she dropped to her knees and tugged off your pants and underwear. Her delicate hands stroked your naked thighs, and kissed the inside of each one while she gazed longingly.Â
âNow, are you ready to fuck me?âÂ
Even when her climax faded, her craving didnât, so you gave a singular nod as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. âYes, Hyem. Anything you want is yours.âÂ
Your eyes widened with anticipation when Hyewon lowered one strap, then the other, and tossed it to the ground to let gravity deal with it. Drunk on lust, your eyes wandered her exposed body, and those delicious freed breasts were a blessing, a gift from the gods that you couldnât avert your gaze from.Â
Hyewonâs flawless figure was easily the best thing you had laid your eyes on, every curve perfectly detailed, each luscious inch of naked skin the true definition of beauty. And you couldnât decide to tether your focus on her massive tits, that gorgeous shaved pussy, or her lusciously long legs, so for now, you settled on her devastatingly beautiful face.Â
âStop staring for once.â Hyewon giggled, and took your hands in hers, before she placed them on her full breasts that you immediately squeezed, reveling in their weight and softness. Not staring was not an option when this woman was so favored with the body of a goddess.Â
The roundness of her soft, supple breasts, combined with the creaminess of her skin, and beautiful taut nipples, every feature made up the very definition of perfection. Every feature filled your fingers when you squeezed Hyewonâs tits, so sensitive to your touch when you played with them, fondled them, and pressed them together, which made them bounce and bounce.Â
âI know what you want,â Hyewon said, and you sank back into the couch without your eyes moving from her hanging tits that kept your arousal levels at maximum. âSo sit back and relax.âÂ
Relaxing was the easiest command you could follow. Hyewon moved hair off the side of her neck before she returned to delicately stroking your cock, spitting on it several times until it glistened. She kept lubricating your shaft, and utilized her abundant saliva to also do so between the delectable valley of her breasts. After making sure your gaze was focused on what she was about to do, Hyewon grabbed your cock, slipped it into her silky cleavage, and trapped it in that wonderful flesh.Â
âOh fuck,â you moaned, and you wished you could freeze time. Hyewon wrapped her tits around your cock, and nothing compared to it. Nothing made you want to savor the sensations of her soft breasts more than when they enveloped every inch of your length, and she started to slide her chest up and down, creating pleasurable, unforgettable friction.Â
âFuck, that feels so good, Hyem. Those big tits feel so amazing around my cock.â Â
Nothing made Hyewon smile more when you began to match her pace, desperately thrusting into her abundant cleavage as she kept them contained around your shaft, refusing to let you slip out.Â
âAnd I love the way your hard cock feels between my tits. I want you to keep moaning for me. I love hearing how needy and desperate you get.â
Hyewonâs tits were immaculate. Full and heavy, with the prettiest nipples that you were lucky enough to suck on a daily occasion, lucky enough to rest on those soft mounds while you drifted to sleep, lucky enough to be smothered with when she was in that type of mood.Â
You didnât let your eyes stray from the way your cock disappeared between Hyewonâs supple tits, only looking up for an instant to meet her lustful gaze while her cleavage kept your shaft captive. Never would you get tired of this, not when every titfuck Hyewon offered felt different from the one before. Those amazing breasts massaged your length, added undeniable pleasure, and made you throb with every pump whenever she cupped her tits together tighter.Â
âYou like that? You like fucking these tits?â Hyewon asked, using her fingers to help stroke your cock, while your glistening precum stained her chest. Without a doubt you did, but you were too caught up in the moment to respond, and only used your breathless moans to answer while your cock continued to plunge between her warm heavenly cleavage as you descended into madness. You could fuck those beautiful tits forever, the constant pressure and slippery friction a well of bliss that you never wanted to end.
âI know you do, but I donât want you to cum yetâŚbut youâll cum soon if I donât stop, wonât you? Youâll explode between these perfect tits if I keep squeezing your throbbing cock with them?â
âY-yea, Iâm gonna cum soon. Iâm gonna cum if you keep doing that. You can stop.âÂ
It was both a blessing and a curse. While you wouldnât mind finishing in between Hyewonâs huge tits and painting that gorgeous face whiteâyou hadnât tasted the main course yet. So mercifully, she halted her movements to keep the growing pressure at bay and let your cock slip from her tits, but not without a few slaps on them, always one to tease to the last possible moment by rubbing her swollen nipples with your pulsating shaft.Â
âYour cock needs to be inside me. I need to feel this inside me. Right now,â she said, gripping your cock with slow, gentle strokes, trying her hardest to prolong your pleasure.
âThen you better get up here and ride it.âÂ
Without delay, Hyewon climbed back on your lap, and swung each of her creamy thighs so they wrapped around your waist. Her movements had a swiftness to them, eager to keep the train of pleasure going as she kissed you, lips pressed to yours like there was no time left in the world.Â
"I'm going to ride the fuck out of you," Hyewon said, her tone something between confident and smug, those wide, stunning eyes brimming with lust.
âYeah? You think you can handle me? With how quickly I made you cum on my tongue earlier?â you asked, while your hands started to wander her body again, tracing her curves as you met her sultry gaze. Hyewon didnât bat an eye as she leaned in to kiss you, lips swiping against your teeth, as if she demanded control.Â
âThat was just to ease the nerves, like you said.â With a steady clench on your shaft, she pushed her hips closer to you and lifted herself up, lining you up between her spread legs, eyes bright and ready. âOr did you already forget how you couldnât handle my tits around your cock and begged me to stop before you blew your load too soon?âÂ
Hyewon took a pause to let words sink inâbut they were barely a light jab. Returning her kisses with a much more aggressive array of your own, you shoved your tongue in her mouth, trying to take away some of that bravado. âThat was just for your own sake. You think Iâm gonna let you go out there without a load inside you?âÂ
âJust donât cum too fast this time. I want to enjoy fucking you.âÂ
The heat from Hyewonâs spread legs spread mere inches above your shaft, and slowly, taking her time, she lowered herself onto your cock whether you were ready or not. Moaning in unison, Hyewon took the tip of your shaft into her, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed as warmth blanketed your shaft. Despite her abundant wetness, it took her hips some extra effort before she could take more of you, that overwhelming tightness the only barrier to stretch herself out.Â
âAh shit, Hyem. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking wet, so fucking tight,â you said, nearly out of breath at the slippery flesh that surrounded your shaft, yet not even past the halfway point. More shallow movements followed her gyrating hips, and not-so-subtle moans before you could feel more of her greedy pussy swallowing you up. Hyewon tried to fuck herself deeper, insatiable for more as every impale she took moved her closer to the promised land.Â
The back and forth and one-upmanship was all but gone, replaced by an excess of lust while Hyewon tried to work more of your length into her. Her walls smothered you with slick warmth, and a harsh grip that suffocated every inch that slid inside that impossibly tight entrance.Â
âYou want me deep? You want me to ride your thick cock balls fucking deep?â she asked, as her tight gripping walls demanded more and more.Â
âDo you even have to ask? Youâre going to bounce on this dick until you cream all over me. You can do that for me, Hyem, canât you? Take every inch of my cock.âÂ
And with that, Hyewon slammed herself down to the hilt until your cock was fully buried within her delectable hot cavern, with hands firmly on your shoulders. Her head fell down to kiss your lips again, that sweet taste lingering before she began to moveâyou then relinquished all control when she pumped her hips up and down in a relentless rhythm. A familiar, yet unpredictable pace, mixed with swaying hips, and ceaseless moans that you basked in while you kept your hands attached to her waist, watching the way her perfect breasts bounced and bounced with every fluid motion her delicious body made.Â
âOh god, that cock is so fucking big inside me, so hard. Youâre stretching my insides out so much.âÂ
You could never get enough of seeing Hyewon like this, completely consumed with lust, and an overwhelming desire to take all of you, with the same look in her eyes that meant she wanted to devour all of you.Â
After every bounce she took against your crotch, your shaft glistened more. You wanted to sit back and watch the show, so you let Hyewon do all the work, controlling the speed until it increased faster and faster, and her insatiable hunger took over while her magnificent tits jiggled in your face.
Hyewon stayed true to her words and rode you harder than she had before, those meaty thighs crashing against your own as she kept her cunt filled with your cock. Her hips expended more energy, pumping more feverishly, as her insides became warmer and wetter, eliciting more prolonged moans from both of you.Â
âYou ride me so well, Hyem, fuck. You like my cock that much? You like fucking yourself on it?âÂ
âDo you even have to ask?â she mocked. âI always love riding you. Your cock is so amazing, fuckâI just love feeling so full like this. I love feeling how your huge cock throbs inside me.â Soon, her breathing became erratic, and she let out heavy gasps, loud pants, deep breaths that heaved her chest with every pop of her hips.Â
As the intensity grew, sweat trickled down both your bodies, and Hyewon tested the limits of what you could endure. The slapping of skin grew louder, loud enough to be heard outside the door, and the way Hyewon clamped around your cock, almost painfully tight, made your cock swell and throb and endless amount.Â
But nothing would make you want her to derail the euphoria train, or slow down those careless bounces her plentiful ass took on your crotch. Not that Hyewon would stop until she came on your cock, leaving your body lost in a tidal wave of sensations. Those hypnotic tits were the only thing that could distract you from the immense, hot tightness that engulfed your cock, so you captured them mid-bounce and groped them, and gave them your whole attention.Â
Once again, you teased Hyewon by flicking her hard nipples with your tongue, switching between biting and licking the sensitive buds, before suckling hard on one breast, then the other, alternating between the two while giving the other a squeeze, and didnât let them go neglected for any length of time.
âAh shit! Fucking suck those tits,â she urged, and you complied with eagerness, feasting on her juicy swollen tits until her nipples with drowned in your saliva. Her hips went into overdrive, and she impaled herself on your cock with such force that you had to fight the urge to explode inside her, desperate to keep your focus on sucking her taut, delicious nipples.Â
âHoly fuck, Iâm so close, Iâm so fucking close,â Hyewon gasped as she took you into her warm depths and grabbed your face to press you deep into her sweaty cleavage, smothering you with her voluptuous breasts. âFuuuuck, youâre gonna make me cum again. Iâm gonna cum on your cock!âÂ
It was with great pleasure that you found yourself in a compromised position where you could barely breathe, let alone speak. Not that you would ever complain about being mashed up against Hyewonâs sweaty breasts as she drew closer and closer to climax.Â
She wasnât holding anything back now.
With your face buried in those immaculate tits, you could hear her loud, heavy breaths while her fingers tugged at your hair, and juices oozed down your cock, dripping down to your balls. Keeping up the breakneck pace, Hyewon used every ounce of power left in those wide hips, until she finally shattered beneath you, and moaned in your ears when she came. Her walls fluttered and turned into a vice grip to suffocate your cock with the tightest clench humanly possible, spilling juices out like a waterfall, as her body shuddered with every explosive pulsation.Â
The fireworks lasted for quite some time, and you felt Hyewon's legs violently quivering from the aftershocks, her body following along.Â
Eventually, her body settled down. When you were finally released from her deadly clutches, her messy juices smeared your crotch with the remnants of her orgasm, desperate to wring out every ounce of pleasure. Her hips gyrated one last round, nectar leaking down between her thighs and clung onto whatever surface underneath that was in her path.
Resting her head against your shoulder, Hyewon panted and fought to catch her breath. She slowly looked up, eyes glazed over with sweat dripping on her brow, as every exhausted muscle in her body came to a halt. âSo good, you always make me cum so fucking hard...â
You didnât say anything and only stroked her hair, then licked a stripe of sweat from her neck while you listened to the gasps and tired pants she made, eyes glued to her heaving chest.Â
âI need you to cum too,â Hyewon urged, that effervescent smile you missed returning to her glowing features. âYou said you were gonna leave a load in me.â
A smirk formed across your lips. âI didnât forget, I intend on doing that. But it wonât be in your pussy.âÂ
Hyewonâs expression mirrored yours, as you snaked your hands around her toned, slender waist and grabbed two handfuls of her plump, inviting cheeks. âI want my cum to drip out of this.âÂ
"Well, come get your wish then," Hyewon cooed softly, as she ran her tongue over your lips. So once she slowly detached herself from your cock, your wet cock plopped against your stomach when she lifted herself up. She walked across the room to one of the countertops and pulled something from her purse.
âItâs a good thing I always carry lube in my purse. Never know when my little pervert is gonna need it.â After that remark, she handed the small bottle to you, and it was up to you to do the rest.Â
âThatâs my girl. Always prepared.â
âYou want me from behind?â Hyewon asked, reading your mind. You both knew the answer to that.
Hyewon returned to the couch, facing the wall with knees pressed into the seat cushions, with her hands grasping the sofa's back. When she bent over deeply, those sexy legs spread wide on instinct, and you lined up behind her, perfectly positioned to see that tight, beautiful ass in all its splendor.
âCome pound this ass. Thatâs what you wanted, isnât it?â she asked, looking back, like it wasnât the only thing you had on your mind the entire time. To further entice you, Hyewon bent her ass over deeper and let her body do all the talking. Every deadly curve of her irresistible body would be enough to make you lose control on its own, so you couldnât help but kiss her smooth, naked back while you opened the bottle of lube and began to prepare her.Â
Your mouth moved down her spine, peppering a trail of kisses on her bare flesh as one lubed finger swirled inside her incredibly tight asshole, and spread the slick liquid while both teasing and trying to open her up a little. âYou ready? You ready for me to pound this?âÂ
âIâm always ready,â Hyewon answered with both her lips and her eyes. Before you got started, you rubbed your hardened shaft between those pillowy buttcheeks, and the softness of her delicate creamy flesh made you even more impatient. After you coated your cock in a thick layer of lube, you nudged your swollen tip against her puckered hole, prepared to finish out the trifecta of bliss. You already felt her warm mouth and her wet pussy, so this was the cherry on top, the sweetest dessert after an already satisfying meal.Â
You could hear Hyewon take a deep breath, so you did the same, and with one smooth stroke, you plunged into her tight, tight asshole. Another deep breath, and you tried to push in deeper while Hyewon arched her back with a look of encouragement. With some incredible effort, the tip of your shaft disappeared into her snug back entrance, and you let out a sigh of reliefâboth because it felt so damn good and so damn tight that it almost hurt.Â
âFuck, Hyem, that asshole is so tight. I can barely fit this cock in it.â Your hands held her hips, and you tried your hardest to work yourself into that hot ring of muscle that slowly welcomed you in.Â
âYou can do it. Come on, open me up, fuck my tight ass. I need to feel every inch of you in me.âÂ
There was no better encouragement than that. Once her muscles had relaxed, you started to thrust forward, and drove your cock into Hyewonâs plump ass, her pretty moans filling the room with each stroke. Little by little, it became easier to achieve deeper, more satisfying thrusts, with your thick cock pumping into her ass with ease, letting you savor the feel of how goddamn tight she was.Â
âFuck, just like that. Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass like you own it. Because you do, itâs all yours.âÂ
There was nothing better than those lewd words coming from Hyewon that encouraged you to fuck her in the ass. The secure grip you held on her hips tightened, just like the warmth you felt yourself casually slamming into, until you established a pace you enjoyed and pounded away at her perfect ass.Â
âGod, Hyemââ you were very nearly out of breath at the pleasure that invaded your body. âYour tight asshole makes me feel so good. You have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to do this.âÂ
And it was well worth the wait. Increasing your efforts, you drove deeper into Hyewonâs ass, and she took your harder thrusts effortlessly while your hips were relentless. You couldnât believe how tight Hyewon still was, even after another long stretch of your dick hammering in and out of her clenching asshole. It was impossible to ignore the compulsion to slap those enticing cheeks that rippled whenever they met your hips, and that was exactly what you did, and spanked Hyewon several times until her cheeks turned a delectable shade of red.Â
âMore. Pleaseâmore,â Hyewon pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as you kept the harsh slaps going on her silky, soft cheeks that matched the rhythm of your timed repeated thrusts. âPlease keep fucking me in the ass with that cock. Donât stop, fuck me harder, fuckâyou feel so good inside me. Youâre stretching my tiny little asshole so well.â
Those frantic cries and pleas made your hips oblige, so you moved with much more urgency, desperately pounding away much harder than before.Â
Rather emphatically, you buried the entire length of your cock inside her asshole to deliver a fresh onslaught of thrusts. Each rocking thrust sent her into another bout of pleasurable convulsions, and the harsh sounds of flesh made both of you scream out in pleasure.
âFuck, this ass is so perfect. So fucking tight, this fat ass makes my cock feel so good. Iâm going to pound your tight fucking ass until I explode.â Leaning forward, you kissed Hyewon behind the ear while you pumped in and out of her impossibly snug hole. With every reckless thrust, you were losing more controlâyour carnal desires threatened to take over, but you continued fucking her mercilessly while her mouth hung agape to let out cries of pleasure.Â
âThat feels so good. Keep fucking my ass, just keep fucking me until you cum. I want that load deep inside me.â Hyewon had never laid out a better invitation.Â
Such a level of intensity wasn't sustainableâeven as your sweaty bodies crashed together and begged for more. But for as long as you could, you would savor the tightness of this beautiful ass, even when the unfaltering pace put a countdown to your anal enjoyment. âFuck, Hyewon. I canât last much longer.âÂ
âGood, because Iâve been waiting for your load. If anything, Iâm surprised youâve lasted this long. Between fucking my tits and this pussy, youâve really got this stamina thing figured out.âÂ
You heard her words, but they hardly registered. The only thing you paid attention to was the rhythmic beat of your thrusts, and the sounds of hot flesh against hot flesh, as you approached the point of no return. The point where you could finally give Hyewon what she deserved.Â
âYouâre going to cum in me finally?â Hyewon asked, as she felt the constant twitches your cock made with every forceful plunge. You couldnât hold back anymore, and held her sweaty body tight, as you made one more pass to wring out every ounce of pleasure into that tight asshole that planned on milking your cock, claiming the bounty of your seed.Â
âYeah, Hyem. Iâm gonna fucking cum. Youâve been waiting, right? For me to fill you up? Iâm gonna give it all to you, gonna fill your tight ass to the brim until this cum leaks out of you.âÂ
âAbout time.âÂ
One more kiss to her back, and then you dragged your tongue upwards, yearning to taste as much of Hyewon as possible. Your body tensed up, and with one final thrust, you buried your head in the crook of her neck and shot your long-awaited load deep inside her asshole. When you filled Hyewon with cum, you felt an immediate surge of orgasmic relief that kept you pumping, and kept you emptying your balls into that hot, demanding tightness that wanted every drop to be drained.Â
âEmpty it all, empty those balls inside me, keep filling me, fill me with all your hot cum.âÂ
Only her voice could make you cum even harder, your orgasm extending when you heard Hyewonâs honeyed words, pleading and begging for more. But even after you had given everything you had, you continued to pump into her round, shapely butt to disperse your thick load inside her, desperate to keep the pleasure going for as long as your body would let you.Â
Utterly depleted, you stayed inside Hyewon, and matched the tempo of her heavy breaths, unwilling to leave the surrounding warmth that you wanted to live in. With your face nuzzled against her shoulder, Hyewon turned her head so her lips could meet yours in a tired, tender, loving kiss, full of gratitude and desire. âThank you...it feels so warm, so thickâŚyour cum feels so good inside me.â
âAnytime,â you muttered, letting tired syllables from your mouth as you got lost in the luscious taste of Hyewonâs lips, still sheathed inside. You rested against her sweaty body, knowing you would eventually have to retreat from her asshole that still gripped your shaft tightly, but you wanted to savor every second.Â
One more kiss, one more long, satisfying kiss, with neither of you willing to let go, but then in the middle of it allâyou heard someone knock at the door. Panic immediately filled your veins. You had both forgotten this wasnât just to serve your collective lust, but to pass the time.Â
âKang Hyewon! Weâre ready for you. Kang Hyewon?âÂ
âShit,â Hyewon whispered, while your dick still remained inside her tight hole. âAh, yes! Iâm here. Just a minute, please. I had to fix my dress, Iâll be out in a moment!âÂ
âNice save.âÂ
âShut up! Get your cock out of me and go hide in that closet. Iâll get dressed and deal with them.âÂ
âFineâŚâÂ
âIâll see you after the event, pervert.â As soon as your bodies detached, your pearly cum leaked from Hyewonâs wrecked, gaped hole, and it was a pity there wasnât enough time to enjoy the sight of it. You scurried to grab your clothes and swung the closet doors open, stepping in bare-assed without a second thought.Â
Moments later, you heard the sound of a door being shut, and then silence filled the room. Hopefully, that meant no one else would enter the room to take notice of the mess left on the couch, or the smell of sex that permeated the air. How long you would be stuck in the closet, naked, you werenât sure. But you would ride that euphoric high until Hyewonâs return, until you could get your hands on her body once more and repeat the process, albeit in the privacy of your own home.Â
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Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.
PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ăăťă.
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ăăťă.
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ăăťă.
âHey, where is she?â
âWith a client. Dunno when sheâll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.â At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course.Â
âCool, thanks.â He says with a knowing sneer; heâll make up for your dues. He always does.
Women clamor for the johnâs attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesnât pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.
Yours, however⌠Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rateâs stayed the same, itâs him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and heâll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. âShe takes care of me.â Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit.Â
But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because heâs run his mouth to the wrong peopleâ well, the wrong person.
His best friend. Geto Suguru.
And Gojo Satoru just knows itâll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color.Â
They share everything. Everything but you, and thatâs by design. Gojo, heâs⌠Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.
He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms arenât notated by dancer; thatâd be stupid. No, because Gojo doesnât need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors.Â
When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths youâre so good at masking but you know as well as him: you canât hide from Gojo Satoru.
So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesnât surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Getoâs fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcererâs rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and thatâs because he doesâ you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.
Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see itâs Gojo, there isnât much you can do.
Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isnât even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. Heâs so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like heâs making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves.Â
You whimper and whine but Geto doesnât miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.
His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.
âGotta say, Satoru â hngh â you picked a good one. Sheâs an obedient little thing isnât she?â Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything elseâ anyone else.
âSaâ Saâ Satorâuuâuuâ ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.â You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.
âI got her all night.â Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment.Â
But Gojo seems to ignore Getoâs prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Getoâs cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.
After all, you arenât his⌠Even if he pays you like you are.
âAw,â Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, âCryinâ just all over, arenât you?â His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. âPretty baby probably canât even see straight, huh?â
He looks for an answer. You canât give him any. Your tongue wonât let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.
So he makes you, Gojoâs spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.
âMmhmfâ mmhmmââ He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumbâs pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Getoâs quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.
Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the clubâs blistering beats.Â
He doesnât miss Getoâs furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.
Because he saw you first. He found you first.
So heâs going to remind you why heâs the best. With or without Geto.
âYou donât think she needs something more?â Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Getoâs cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.
You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojoâs patting and Getoâs cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but youâre losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until theyâre dripping down Getoâs sac. âY-Yes, yes.â Youâre finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, âP-Please, wanâ both of you.âÂ
You donât know what youâre asking for. Hell, you donât know the two menâs relationship with one another. Itâs not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; youâve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and thatâs been minimal because wellâŚ
Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana thatâs all his own. But you wonât oppose Gojoâs own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until theyâre glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you withâ
âGood girl. Thatâs my girl.â Gojo seems to say louder than usual, âGonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.âÂ
âS-Satoruââ
Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. âWhoâs fucking you right now, huh? Whoâs pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or youâre not cumming.â
And you really canât be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It couldâve been anything.
It couldâve been everything.
âThatâs it, pet.â Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. Heâs fucking you like youâre a toy to him.
And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom becauseâ âThatâs not how Satoru fucks you.â
So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass.Â
Your legs start feeling like theyâre running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for⌠You canât even track the time.
But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.
Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, âHow much to take that tight asshole of yours?â You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. âWe have the lube for it.â He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friendâs hot breath crest his jawline.
You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.
And thatâs how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Getoâs wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment.Â
âHow much more, baby?â Gojoâs voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Getoâs left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. âHm? Câmon, he couldnât have fucked you that good.âÂ
âSatoru.â Getoâs voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back.Â
You canât help but admit the tension is exhilarating. Itâs dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. Thereâs Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.
âClean it up.â Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take whatâs left.
He canât be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Getoâs cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, âP-Please sir, more sir! Canât get enough!â
And thatâs how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure.Â
âShitâ think youâre ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.âÂ
You donât belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Getoâs cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Getoâs fat cock stretching your lips more apart than theyâve ever been.Â
It hurts. It aches.
âGood, good girl.â Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojoâs words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because letâs face it⌠You have a soft spot for him too.
You gasp and inevitably choke on Getoâs member when Gojoâs fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Getoâs hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat youâre weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis.Â
And heâs smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wantedâ you already needing his affection.
Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So youâll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. âGotta make sure youâre ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.â
And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojoâs cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him. But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Getoâs abdomen for relief but you will find none there.
Because Getoâs all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside.Â
And Gojo? Heâs got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. âDonât run from me. Itâs gonna feel good baby, I promise.â He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him.Â
âShit, Satoru. Sheâs gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.â Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway.Â
You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body.Â
Gojoâs at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. Heâs not that mean.
The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojoâs length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. Youâre feeling sensations there you didnât think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.
âFuck, beautiful.â Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until heâs nothing but a cage rattling with moans.Â
Youâve never heard him sound like that. Thereâs a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. Heâs fucking you like heâs starved.
As if he wasnât just there with you the other night.
You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, youâre guessing itâs the second option.
âHope youâre good at swallowing.â Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace thatâs making you bob and weave, bob and weave.
Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Getoâs hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. âJust â hmmph, fuck â like that.â He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now itâs becoming all too much.
Gojoâs cock running deep into your asshole, Getoâs member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become⌠Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if itâs overstimulating you from the inside outâŚ
It feels so damn good. You donât realize it then but itâs because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good youâre being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. Heâs so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver.Â
âMmmfâ Mmmââ You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojoâs fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like.Â
Itâs that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; itâs so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldnât have unfolded any better.
Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojoâs cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.
An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojoâs thrusting.Â
Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. Youâre thankful, because now you canâŚ
âF-Fuckfuckfuck, feels sâgood, Satoru.â Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.
Heâs gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until heâs finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat.Â
Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that heâs finally had his fill of you.
So he doesnât notice, doesnât even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but forâ
âSee? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.â
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do you better, make it worse ⢠j. kirschtein
watching his best friend mistreat you never sat right with Jean but luckily, he had plans to get your mind off of him once and for all.
content warning and themes: hospital AU, mentions of infidelity, EMT Jean, patient liaison reader, car sex, panty stuffing, hair pulling, choking, fingering, reverse cowgirl, daddyâs used a few times, calls reader slut (not in a derogatory way), squirting, full nelson, creampie
đ: in lieu of me bringing back one of my favorite stories, Iâve decided to once again put the cart before the horse (donât say it) and revisit one of the dynamics in it. Besides, Iâm on a heavy Jean kick lately so here we are.
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he couldnât stand itâŚ.
honestly, he hated it. Hated the way you were treated, hated that you were being misled and hated that someone he called, not only his friend but thought of as a brother, was so casual and callus in hurting such a beautiful woman. Someone who made it her lifeâs mission to care and look out for others..advocate on their behalf and ensure that they were being cared for. Which was ironic at its finest degree, considering that for the three years (y/n) (l/n) dated Connie Springer; former high school basketball star turned paramedic, no one bothered to clue you in on the fact that he was being unfaithful. He was your very first love and granted, when you two graduated, the relationship seemed to grow. But as was his outside roster as well. While you were holding him down, helping him study and keeping him straight..all while doing your own thing, he was out doing you wrong. Laying up with this girl, texting that girl and having the nerve to come back to you as if everything were just fine. And being completely oblivious to his antics, you wouldâve gone on with your business and not thought a thing of it..that all but changed when his best friend Jean came to you one day with a shocking confession and told you that your beloved boyfriend had been sleeping with other women. âThis isnât gonna be easy, (y/n). Iâm sorry I kept this from you but I thought you should know.â Not only that, he had solid proof. Pictures, texts and everythingâŚit was a devastating blow and you were riddled with all types of emotions. Anger, sadness, denial..this man had hurt you beyond comprehension and once you found out and confronted him, you let Connie know exactly how you felt. Then, you ended things. As hard as it was, you felt relief in knowing that you were no longer being made a fucking fool of. He was free to do as he pleased..it was no longer your problem.
even so, you were faced with another issue: loneliness. You stood firm in your boundaries and didnât let Connie back in. Regardless of the fact that you two were now working for the same hospital and youâd see him often while walking the halls of the emergency room. Tending to patientâs non medical needs and getting feedback. In the time since you two split, you had grown prettier by the day; that beautiful dark skin glowing, curly hair getting thicker and so was that gorgeous body. Hitting the gym and gaining happy weight. Still, despite that. You longed for companionship. You wanted your person again and to be loved unconditionally. You wanted someone to take care of youâŚemotionally, spiritually and especially..physically. As terrible as it sounded, you needed someone to satisfy those carnal desires as well. Someone who would take that stress of a long day away and clear your head.
luckily, you had just the man for the job and in the form of a very familiar face. Someone who had all but saved you from further heartbreak and embarrassment. And now, he was going to help you once moreâŚ
âDid you miss me, baby? I missed you..â
âYes..been thinking about you all day..â
while your ex pleaded and groveled for a second chance, you were sitting pretty in the backseat and lap of his best friendâs car..getting that wet little pussy stuffed full of his fingers! Those thick digits planted inside of your warmth as his tongue swirled the inside of your mouth..the two of you exchanging sloppy tongue kisses and saliva along the way. Another hand..one riddled with tattoos up to the forearm gently clutched your throat as to keep your eyes on him. Of course, you wouldnât dare look elsewhere. Not when this fine ass man was treating you so well. Some would say that what you guys were doing was wrong or that he broke code between boys but he shouldâve considered that while he was out with other women. Now, Jean was filling that void in more ways than one. For the past couple months, the two of you had been hooking up just like this and needless to say, once you got a taste of him, Connie was all but a mere afterthought..
instead, you couldnât wait to get your fix of the man making out with you. Slowly, heâd work those fingers in and out of that tight little cunt..placing a trail of kisses along your earlobe and jawline, all while filling your head with sweet words. Telling you how pretty you looked and that you were gonna feel so good. That deep voice drops to a low whisper; causing you to clench around his knuckles. Hearing those sweet affirmations from a man who meant it was driving you crazy. âJ-jeanâŚbaby. Iââ âitâs okay..I got you. Just keep riding those fingers, my love. Keep going, just like that.â All the while, he had snatched your top down to reveal those perky breasts of yours. Always sitting so pretty underneath your work uniform. It was many times when he thought about what youâd look like underneath and now, he was getting the chance. Even at his buddyâs expense!
âSo fucking sexyâŚswear I couldnât get you off of my mind. Thinking about holding youâŚkissing on this neck.â Just then, heâd tighten his grip on your throat and grunt in your ear; grinding that covered erect against your ass. âFilling you up. I just wanna make you feel good, baby. Hell of a lot better than he can...â Doting on you as he curled and pumped those digits around inside of you. He was like a feign, an addict for your love and sex. Jean would do whatever it took to ensure that you got off. Just by your moans alone, he knew you were close. He could sense it..thatâs what it meant to awareness of your partnerâs body. Something that Connie failed to grasp even after all that time of being together. He had done in three months what he couldnât in three years. It was insane. However, as much as he desired to get you off, he had to get some action of his own! You could feel him growing larger by the second..practically swelling to be let out. Alas, he knew how much more well endowed he was in comparison to others youâd been with so he had to be gentle. Handle you with care as to not hurt youâŚbut give you the pleasure you deserve. So with a swift motion, heâd unbuckle those black uniform cargos and shuffle them down his hips so that he had enough room to maneuver. Unsheathing that thick cock, heâd slap it against your half clothed, plump pussy lips; drumming up smacking noises as he had a finger hooked around your thong to keep them to the side. Your tits were exposed as well..the top part of your dress tugged down and bundled up around your tummy. He couldnât wait to get a taste.
âGo ahead, pretty girl. Put it in for me..â instructing as he grasped your waist and allowed you to raise yourself up. Those heels that he loved so much digging gently into his seat and aiding you in eventually riding him. As (y/n) lowered yourself back down, both of you released loud, breathy moans. The sensation of your juicy warmth and the fullness provided by his thick girth..stretching you out only seconds in. âFuck..so fucking good..â clutching the side of the door and the driver headrest to balance yourself as you bounced up and down. Jean knew you were more than capable of handling it so heâd toss his head back and encourage you with all of those filthy words you loved. âThere you go. Up and down, just like that. Youâre opening up for me so nice..that dick feel good, babygirl?â Questioning in a sweet cooing tone, which had you melting within seconds. The way this man so lovingly cared for your body, you couldnât help but to submit.
âItâs so good, daddyâŚnever had dick like this. Oh my fuckingâahh!â
drawing out in whiny huffs and soft whimpers along with wetness, that was dripping all down his shaft. Eventually, the vehicle would begin to gently sway in that parking garage from the force of your moving bodies. Clawing into that leather upholstery, (y/n) continued to bog yourself down, taking those deep thrusts to the brunt. âI know..I know itâs a lot, baby. But youâre taking that shit so good..got you creaming. This is my pussy now. Isnât that right? All mine?â Earning him a very swift âyesâ as you trembled and took him to the hilt. Only after he grasped your throat because you were too stuck to even form words. His fingertips tracing soft circles around your clit and those balls slapping against your opening. âThatâs what I love to hear, pretty girl. Just keep fucking meâŚkeepâshit!â Drumming out more of those breathy cries from your new boyfriend and deeper thrusts as he began fucking up into you. All but taking the reins and control as the feeling intensified. Eventually, he couldnât hold still and although he thought that you were doing an amazing job, he needed to really get in it. Clutching the backs of your thick thighs, Jean would proceed to fold your legs up and bring your knees nearly up to his shoulder blades. It was such an insane position but one that felt nearly euphoric. Whilst he made certain each stroke made home inside of your sensitive core, youâd take the thin strings of those panties between your teeth and bite down. Sort of a makeshift gag for your loud cries as he began to pound upward into you. He was coming unglued, like a man unhinged and on a mission. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him. How much he craved you..how much he loved you and this beautiful body. Heâd never be so foolish as to squander such a precious thing. Even if he was beating your pussy sore like you were a mere object. â..my little slut..letting me fuck you like this. Iâm so thankful, baby. You're gonna come fâr me, right? Come all over this dick? Right here in this fucking car? You couldnât even wait until I got you to my place. Thatâs how addicted I got you..â and there was no denying it! When you slung pipe like him, you had every right to brag on it. Regardless, he himself was desperate to release so heâd do whatever it took to coax you to your orgasm so he could reach his. He never allowed himself to come first because he wanted you to get off. Bringing a hand back to that swollen bud, Jean massaged it until you emitted muffled, distorted cries with that cloth tucked between your teeth. Your eyes flush and drip with slight tears from how full he had stuffed you. In a matter of minutes, porcelain colored cream had covered the entirety of his shaft and base, signaling that you were on the brink of reaching your peak. Calling out to him, Jean was quick to turn your head and quell those whispers with gentle kisses and soft caressing to the cheek. âItâs okay..hey, breathe with me, baby. Remember what I told you..â by now, he had hooked your legs into one arm and continued bucking his hips upward. You were both beginning to tap out..reach that final stride and it was only seconds after he patted your slit with gentle slaps did you begin to throb and he knew he couldnât get another one in before you all but pushed him out so reluctantly, Jean would halt his movements.
âGo ahead, pretty girl. Squirt on this dick..weâll worry about the seats later. Fuck it.â Smirking as he watched your eye stretch and mouth gape as that slippery orgasm came barreling out of you; soaking everything within your vicinity. He was so satisfied in himself for completely wrecking you. Getting that body so hooked on him, you wouldnât look back or around for another man ever again. Not even giving you ample time to recuperate, heâd penetrate that tightness once more, so that he could give you what you had been begging him for all week:
âCome in me..come in this fucking pussy, daddy..â Talking him through it as well with gritted teeth and tears rolling down your face. âWant me to nut in it, baby? Veins began to bulge from atop his forehead and Jean was breathing so heavily, eventually letting out a loud cry before spilling every last drop of that seed into your womb. Not stopping for an entire minute and remaining stuck between those walls many moments after. He wanted to enjoy youâŚbe one for as long as possible. Tugging you back against his heaving chest, Jean snaked his tongue between your lips and fed you sloppy pecks before the two of you erupted into a soft chuckle against each otherâs mouth. âI love you, Jean. I love you so much..â so proudly declaring as you ran your fingertips along his stubble ridden face. And there was no doubt in your mind that he felt the same. After all, it was him who showed you what that four letter word meant again after facing such heartbreak. But as long as youâd allow him to remain in your lifeâŚto care for you with all he hadâŚ
âI love you more, pretty girl. Donât ever forget it.â
heâd make you the happiest woman alive. Even if it meant hurting his best friend to do so! Just then, your love fest was interrupted by a faint buzzing on the heated seats. Thatâs when youâd both look down to see your phone illuminating with a very familiar contact:
Connie: I miss you (y/n)..please call me. Iâm sorry.
but needless to say, he wouldnât be getting a reply any time soon.
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The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake
Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play
Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.
Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived.Â
âDo you always have to disagree with me, Blake?âÂ
He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. âDo you always have to have disagreeable ideasâKane?â He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste.Â
Iâm just thankful he didnât call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, âYouâre such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?âÂ
He glared my way, âYou always keep me aware donât you, princess?âÂ
I fucking hated him, âDonât call me that, Blake.âÂ
âWhat will you do if I say it again?âÂ
My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in.Â
She moved the tent opening away, âWhat is going on?âÂ
Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worstâhe was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. âYour friend is threatening me, O.âÂ
I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, âHe was testing me, Tavia. Itâs his favorite pastime,â I said staring harshly at Bellamy.Â
âHow about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and Iâm sure you can find someone, Bell.âÂ
I gave a half smile, âIâm sure everyâwhatâs the number now?â I made it look like I was deep in thought, âLike 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.âÂ
Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. âO, get out.â
Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out.Â
I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.
âTell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?âÂ
My eyes widened a bit, âIâm sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I canât deal with my emotions correctly?âÂ
He bit his tongue.Â
âI guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly itâs been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.âÂ
Bellamy eyed me, âIs this you trying to offer up, princess?âÂ
My breath was shaky, I scoffed, âGo float yourself.â I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldnât be surprised if he made his way over here.
Murphy made his way over to me, âNeed a partner?âÂ
I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on himâat least not with words. âYes, but I canât promise Iâll go easy on you, Murphy.âÂ
He smiled as he got into his stance, âI didnât expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. Iâm going to have to bring my A-game now.âÂ
I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphyâbut his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously.Â
Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.
âLet me try.â
I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamyâs sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone.Â
He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.
âDamn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,â Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed.Â
Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days.Â
For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. âCâmon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose thisâI can only assume where youâre going to go toâŚor who.â Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before.Â
My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to masterâI kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back.Â
Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didnât move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed.Â
âGuys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fightânow stop,â Octavia warned.Â
We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didnât have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasnât that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive.Â
âOne hit and weâre done,â he said. âBetter make yours count, princess,â he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us.Â
My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. âAre you okay,â he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.
The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. âWhat are we doing,â I whispered, his back covering everyoneâs view of my lips. At best, theyâd hear mumbles.Â
âYour solution to letting your emotions out, remember?â He lightly laughed, âFuck, weâre idiots.â Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, âTruce?âÂ
My brow almost furrowed, âTruce? Does that mean we suddenly donât hate each other?â
He laughed and began to help me up, âNo, definitely not. Youâre still the bane of my being.â
I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, âAnd youâre still the only person I hate in this world.âÂ
Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didnât reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didnât complain or stop them from helping me.Â
âIâll help you to, Abby,â I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddlyâright. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. Iâd be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. âI kicked your ass.âÂ
He laughed as if he didnât have drops of blood on his shirt, âIâd call it a fair fight.âÂ
âIâd call it my win.âÂ
He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. âYou want to finish this?âÂ
I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, âI think weâre probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasnât a training sessionâthat was fighting.âÂ
Bellamyâs gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. âIâm not talking about in the training spot.âÂ
My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.
It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.
"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.
I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."
He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.
I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.
"Fuck," he whispered.
My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."
"I don't want you to."
Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so Iâd be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. âI will be anything but gentle with youââ He paused and stared at my lips. âBut I think you can take it.â
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