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rebelfell · 2 months

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crush!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader x fwb!Eddie Munson

The annual Harrington Christmas Party is an elegant affair, complete with decorations, fancy food and flowing libations. But when your friend-slash-fuck buddy Eddie tires of you and Steve dancing around your burgeoning feelings for one another…he offers a creative solution. 18+, MDNI 8k

cw: MMF, allusions to poverty and implied family strife, light alcohol and weed use, kinda mean/crass Eddie, semi-public fingering/oral (f receiving), r’s hair gets pulled once.

The Harrington’s were white light people.

There wasn’t a single inch of their stately home not adorned in festive finery for their annual Christmas party. It was all silver candlesticks with cream-colored tapers, deep red ribbons tied into bows and hung at perfectly spaced intervals, long garlands of rich greenery draped along the banisters—real as shit and smelling like a goddamn pine forest.

It was a far cry from what you and Eddie knew growing up next door to one another way on the other side of town. For you two, it was scrawny and half-dead trees purchased at a discount as close to Christmas as possible when their vendors were just trying to unload them, covered in a hodgepodge of homemade ornaments and faded multicolored lights, only about half of which worked half the time. When your families could afford a tree, that was.

The Harringtons’ own stood at the far end of the house, glowing bright as a nuclear reactor with seemingly endless strands of bright white lights wound around its branches. It was methodically decorated with matching red, silver and gold baubles, each one hung precisely in place and polished to gleaming perfection.

Elegant. Proper. Pristine.

The party was already well underway by the time you arrived, Steve nowhere to be found in the sea of people. They all stood together in clumps, exchanging jovial smiles that pushed up rosy cheeks, the women cooing over each other's outfits and jewelry while the men swapped stories about their quarterly earnings. Weaving through the throngs, cater waiters floated past carrying trays loaded with hors d’oeuvres and tall glasses of shimmery, bubbly liquid.

It made you and Eddie glance around, furtive and unsure as you skulked into the foyer. The two of you might as well have been invisible for all the attention anyone paid you.

“See Steve anywhere?” you asked, peering deeper inside the house.

The former stud of Hawkins High had always been easy to spot in the hallways of his former domain, seemingly towering over everyone even after he stopped sporting that gravity-defying bouffant hairstyle. Those days were long gone now, but an occasional glimmer of his old self would still shine through, reminding you of when King Steve reigned supreme.

“Nope, nowhere,” Eddie grumbled. “I told you this was a mistake.”

His warm breath on your ear as he leaned in to whisper in it had your head snapping to the side. Some of the snow that had just started to fall outside dusted his dark, unruly curls and he still had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, as though he wanted to be ready to turn heel and run at the first opportunity. You’d seen him look more relaxed about to shoplift.

“What do you mean?”

“Look around, sweetheart. See if you can spot what doesn’t belong.”

It was kind of irritating how right he was. Everyone else in attendance tonight looked perfectly at home in this pretty picture. It was all business partners and their wives, clients who probably made more in a year than you or Eddie would hope to see in your entire lifetime, other miscellaneous friends and fellow members of the Hawkins upper echelon.

To call you fish out of water would be putting it lightly. You were like fish on a space station.

“What were we supposed to do?” you whispered back. “We had to come.”

That was debatable. Steve had invited you, yes, but he also practically tripped over himself to assure you it was totally fine if you couldn’t make it. He’d sat on the edge of Eddie’s sofa running through all his most blatant tells—hands pushing through his hair, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, foot jiggling non-stop—as he told you about the party.

“It’s all my parents' friends, so it might be kind of lame. But I’m allowed to invite people if you guys want to come. It’d be really great to see you.”

He’d worked himself up into such a state, it almost felt cruel to say no. You weren’t sure what it was—something about the earnestness with which he asked, and the way his eyes shone so hopefully when you smiled and told him you thought it sounded like fun.

Eddie’s gruff voice sounded in your ear again.

“Think we’re just here to piss off daddy?”

You followed his eyeline to the living room, gaze promptly drawn to the imposing frame of John Harrington as he reached out to grip the hand of someone important. Or at least someone who seemed to think they were. Even never having seen or met him before, he was easy to pick out as Steve’s father. They had the same square jaw, the same perfectly angled nose and rich, light brown hair. Although, John’s was cut shorter and tamed into a much more manageable style than his son’s long locks that lived in a near-constant state of tousled messiness.

“Steve wouldn’t do that,” you said firmly. “He asked us to come because we’re his friends.”

The words still felt strange to say. It made you wonder, yet again, if it would ever stop feeling so surreal that you now hung out with Steve “The Hair” Harrington on an almost daily basis.

When you were in school together, you never even landed on his radar. Eddie had some notoriety as the town’s supposed demon summoner, but you were just…around. A plain face that blended into the crowd; a background extra with no lines in the scene; wallpaper and set dressing for the popular kids who were living out their exemplary lives.

If this was only a few years prior, he probably would be spending this evening sneaking drinks with Tommy H. and Carol, or parading around with Nancy Wheeler on his arm to show her off to all his dad’s colleagues and brag about her getting into Emerson. Instead, his falling out with all of them and his subsequent fall from his high-school throne had led him here—to an unlikely friendship with The Freak and The Invisible Girl.

Whenever he came over to Eddie’s to smoke, or you three piled into his car to go to the movies or drive the winding back roads that snaked along the edge of town, it almost felt natural. And the more time you spent with him, the harder and harder it became to remember why he’d always seemed so…untouchable.

“So, what should we do?” You wondered aloud as you glanced around again, still hoping Steve might materialize somehow. Behind you, Eddie’s head shook and his shoulders shrugged.

“How should I know? You were the one begging to come tonight.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

“Oh, really?” He scoffed as he leaned in close again, raising the pitch of his voice in an overly breathy imitation of you. “Please, Eddie? Please, can we go to the party? I’ll let you eat me out from the back if you—”

“Stifle,” you hissed, jamming your elbow into his stomach.

He grunted at the sharp jab, but his lips remained curled in a sly smirk. “What’s wrong? Worried your little crush will find out what I’ve been doing to you after he goes home?”

“I don’t care if he knows,” you sniped. It’s almost convincing, but the flash of alarm in your eyes told a different story. Not that it mattered, Eddie didn’t buy it for a second anyway.

“Well, that’s good,” he tutted. “Because he already knows we’ve fucked.”

“Wait, what?” You whirled around fully now. “How?”

“He, ahh…” Eddie fought to contain his grin as he scratched at the short stubble on his cheek. “He saw that picture you let me take.”

Your eyes went wide, both horrified and enraged as you shoved his shoulder—hard.

“You showed it to him?”

“No, he found it,” Eddie hissed. “We were looking around for some weed I had stashed and he happened to open the drawer it was in.”

Your whole body—your very being—surged with white hot shame. If it wouldn’t have given Eddie so much satisfaction, you might have run straight out of the party right then and there. The thought of Steve seeing you like that…

It was almost unbearable.

The details of you and Eddie’s attachment had always been strictly under wraps. You weren’t exactly keeping it a secret, per se, but most people weren’t super accepting of the idea and you’d learned to play it close to the vest. And with how much time the two of you had started spending with Steve, you didn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable.

It had been going on for ages. Pausing, albeit briefly, if one of you found yourself in a relationship, and picking right back up when said relationship inevitably fizzled or if it tipped into the dangerous territory of getting too serious. He was one of the few people in your life you trusted intrinsically, and it wasn’t like guys were banging down your door as it was.

The picture was a one-time thing—a polaroid you’d let Eddie snap as a belated birthday present because you’d been too busy to find him something real. You had made him swear upon pain of death it was for his eyes only. And now he’d shown it to the last person on earth you wanted to see it? Oh, you were going to garrotte him with tinsel in his sleep.

Also, Steve wasn’t your crush. He was…a preoccupation. A distraction. A vague interest.

You couldn’t even say for sure when it had begun. All you knew was just last spring, there was a month of Friday evenings where you found yourself back in the Hawkins High parking lot pulled in alongside Steve’s distinctive maroon beemer. He was leaning on the hood, waiting for Hellfire to let out so he could drive home his little horde of nuggets, and you had shown up acting as Eddie’s ride while his van was out of commission.

And that night, for the first time ever, you had a real conversation with Steve Harrington.

A fairly illuminating one, at that.

There was a sweetness to him you never would have guessed was there. And a dorkiness that brought light to his eyes when he did his elaborate handshake with Dustin Henderson, or the way he exalted along with the kids when the group burst through the double doors leading out of the school, whooping and cheering from a successful campaign. It warmed your whole body from the inside out, the feeling only growing stronger the more time you shared.

And now he’d seen your bare tits covered in Eddies cum. Perfect, just perfect.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered through gritted teeth. “That’s so humiliating.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I think he kinda liked it.”

“He…he did?”

“I mean, he was staring at it pretty hard. I think he needed some alone time with it.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder another shove for good measure, muttering a you're disgusting at him under your breath, hoping it would hide the nerves creeping across your face. Unfortunately, it only seemed to add fuel to Eddie’s fire. He leaned in one last time, his voice a gritty rasp in your ear that made shivers run down your spine.

“So you don’t wanna know what he said, then?”

Tension seized your shoulders as you glared at him, jaw clenched, ready to spit back a vicious comment—or maybe just spit—only to stop short at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey, guys! I’m so glad you made it!”

Steve was beaming as he came over, his bright hazel eyes shining, the golden flecks in them brought out by the color of his sweater. He drew you into his embrace, his strong arms curling securely around your body and his gourmand scent filling your nose as you breathed him in.

Your hands smoothed over the planes of his back, relishing in the softness of the knit he wore and the solidity of his broad chest pressed against yours. Your pulse quickened, blood pounding in your ears as you did your level best to force what Eddie had just told you out of your head.

“I’m the coat check tonight,” Steve explained, tipping an imaginary cap. “There’s a guest room upstairs we can put them in.”

“I gotta take a leak,” Eddie said, already shrugging off his leather jacket and pushing it into your arms. “Take care of that for me, will you sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but Eddie just grinned back at you with a suggestive bounce of his brows behind his curled bangs. Steve pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and then turned straight back to you as he tilted his head upstairs.

“Shall we?” he asked.

The sounds of the party became distant and muffled as Steve led you upstairs to the designated dumping ground for all the furs and wraps of the numerous guests. It was dark inside, lit only by the moonlight that streamed through the window and the warm glow of the lights strung on the outside of the house that cast across the heap of coats on the bed.

You laid Eddie’s jacket down on a chair in the corner before you began to undo the belt of your own tied around your waist. As the thick, gray poly-blend slid off your shoulders, you shivered at the cool air hitting your heated skin for the first time that night.

When you turned back around, Steve was much closer than you remembered.

His eyes studied you with a kind of reverence that made your body tingle with excitement in a way you didn’t dare to name. The way he looked at you sometimes…whether it through a haze of pot smoke in Eddie’s trailer, or in the flickering light of a screen at the multiplex, or beneath the harsh amber wash of a single streetlight in an empty parking lot…

It made you wonder.

“You look really nice,” he finally said, his voice as soft as his eyes.

The dress you’d worn was fairly simple, made of maroon velour with a burnout pattern of leaves you thought looked a bit like holly. It was loose and flowy, but had laces in the back you had pulled tight so it cinched in your waist and pushed up your chest, not unlike a corset. The neckline was just low enough to flirt with impropriety and it nicely complimented the length of the pendant that sat in the center of your clavicle.

A dainty (fake) gold snowflake you thought was festive.

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice even softer than his as you folded your arms in front of your stomach. “I hope it’s okay. I don’t have a lot of nice outfits.”

Steve shook his head, captivated eyes still scanning over you. They landed briefly on your legs, the black stockings you’d worn in an attempt to stave off the cold now prickling warm on your skin as if it was his hands running over them instead of just his gaze.

“You always look perfect,” he said.

It’s not just the words that made you falter, but the plainness with which he states them. As if it’s something obvious. As though he thinks it all the time and he just happened to say it this time. It makes your stomach twirl and all at once, you feel like an empty-headed teenager standing at her locker, dizzy from being complimented by the cutest boy in school.

“So, this is quite a spectacle,” you chuckled, glad for the dimness of the room that somewhat hid your reaction to him. “Are there any poinsettias left in Hawkins?”

Steve smirked and took a careful step forward. There was only about a foot of space between you now, if that. “I think if there were, my mom would already have a guy on it,” he said.

Your eyes met his and you shared a soft laugh. “Well, it’s really beautiful,” you sighed. “It must have taken her ages to do all this.”

“Not really,” Steve chuckled. “She has, like, a whole team that comes in and puts it all together.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Your gaze dropped and you gave a regretful shake of your head. Rich people stuff, you thought a bit bitterly. No wonder that hadn’t occurred to you. “But…you must decorate the tree together, at least. Right?”

“No, they do that too. I’ve, uh…I’ve never actually never decorated a tree for Christmas. I kind of thought that was just something they did in movies.”

He huffed out a laugh, trying to hide the sadness that had started to pollute his smile, and rubbed the back of his head, tugging at the hair there that curled along the nape of his neck.

All you could do was stare.

You thought about that gleaming, twelve-foot behemoth downstairs with its dazzling lights and ornaments all spaced and hung so perfectly. It was stunning—looked like something straight out of a magazine. But now it was tinged with something hollow and unsatisfactory.

Cold. Fake. Empty.

It was you who stepped closer this time, the muscles in your arm tensing as if fighting against your brain’s instructions to reach out and touch him. He was close enough now you could feel the warmth coming off his body and smell the spice of his cologne and the clove cigarette he must have smoked. Your lips trembled, parted slightly, still searching for what to say.

But words refused to come.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Steve soothed, flashing you that easy and charming smile you’d grown to love and loathe in equal measure. “I just meant, like, Christmas really isn’t a big deal to me. And neither is this party, honestly, but…”

He fell silent as his hand reached out to squeeze your elbow, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing gently across your forearm. You stared mutely at his hand where it rested, already dreading how cold it would feel there when he let go of you. Except he didn’t.

“I’m really happy you’re here, though,” he said.

Steve’s chest rose with a sharp inhale and the tip of his tongue swiped along his bottom lip to wet it. His head tilted towards you, a few stray pieces of hair falling into his eyes that were bright and shiny with the string lights around the window reflecting in them.

It made your own breath catch, praying you weren’t imagining it as he started to lean in.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

You and Steve flew apart like shrapnel, both of you too wrapped up in the steady draw of your bodies together to notice the heavy thump of Eddie’s footsteps in the hall. Steve’s hand came up automatically to run through his hair, dragging up the bottom of his sweater and flashing the briefest glimpse of torso as his arm lifted. It made your mouth dry as a bone.

“I just realized I forgot about my hostess gift,” Eddie said.

His brow cocked at you and yet another little smirk curved along his lips as he brushed past, nudging you ever so subtly back in Steve’s direction. He then started to rifle through the inside pockets of his leather jacket until he exhumed a plastic bag with a few joints inside.

“Got it!” he chimed, holding it up triumphantly. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

The little baggie sailed through the air, crinkling when it hit Steve in the center of his chest.

“Oh! Thanks, man,” he chuckled, fumbling to catch it. “That’s great.”

Turning it over in his hands, he paused, mulling in silence as he stared down at the joints and glanced over his shoulder at the open doorway. From downstairs, you could now hear the faint tinkling of a piano being played and Eddie noticeably winced at the first few warbled notes of an unrecognizable carol being sung by a particularly drunk chorus.

“You know,” Steve said slowly. “We could bail on the party. Take this out to the pool house?”

As soon as he asked, his eyes darted up to meet yours—interrupting your intense study of the side of his face. Round and hopeful, they shone with his earnestness and you felt dizzy all over again. It made your brain scramble, trying to act like you weren’t just consumed by thoughts of what might or might not have been about to happen. You smiled.

“What are we waiting for?”

Steve left the lights off in the pool house, not wanting to draw too much attention if someone wandered onto the patio for some fresh air. The three of you made your way out in shifts—you with a plate of decadent treats you’d filled from the long table of desserts, Eddie with one loaded with food he’d swiped from the circulating trays, and Steve with a bottle of champagne he’d snuck out of the kitchen while the caterers were distracted.

The satisfying pop of its opening bounced off the walls that were mostly windows, sounding all the more illicit and clandestine in the darkness. The contents of the bottle fizzed as he held it out, offering you the first swig, and you took it with a nimble grasp.

Bubbly liquid splashed on your tongue and the dry, almost acidic, taste of it surely would have impressed someone with a more refined palette. But it made you wrinkle your nose as you squinted to read the French name scrawled in a loopy script on the shield shaped label.

“Gross, right?” Steve chuckled as you handed the bottle back. “But it gets the job done.”

He took a deep swig, head tipping back and giving you a long, long moment to study his neck as the muscles flexed with his swallow. You stared shamelessly, transfixed by the pairs of moles that sat along the line of his strong jaw, head empty of thoughts except how much better thechampagne would taste if you were licking it from his lips.

Eddie coughed, all loud and fake, drawing both of your eyes to him where he sat on a rattan sofa in the center of the room. He stared at you expectantly as he slouched down further in his seat, his knees spread wide and his arms draped across the back. He’d wasted no time making himself more comfortable, loosening the evergreen tie you’d made him wear and rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt he normally only broke out for funerals or the odd court appearance.

“Don’t I get some of that?” he asked with a wry smirk.

Steve hurried to offer him the champagne, wiping away a little dribble of it that had started to trickle down his chin. You followed behind and slotted into a chair adjacent to Eddie’s as Steve handed off the bottle, making your brain short circuit when you saw the way his wide grasp nearly engulfed the entire bottom. It didn’t restart until he settled in the seat next to you.

After taking his sip, Eddie sparked up one of the joints and started it in a rotation along with the champagne. After only a few pulls from each you started to feel the effects, your head getting all light and floaty, your body warming from the blood pumping through you, your skin buzzing from the way your fingers kept brushing Steve’s whenever you passed him the joint or the bottle.

Or maybe it was from the way his eyes lingered on yours when you did.

Eventually, you dropped out of the rotation and sank back in your chair to gaze up at the house. The whole thing seemed to glow with the warmth of the party within, its windows bright yellow, the lights twinkling on the eaves. And the snowfall had remained soft and steady, dusting everything with a fine layer of white like powdered sugar.

The picture was immaculate, like a life-size snow globe. If Steve’s mother had somehow managed to pay Mother Nature as a decorator, it wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“Seriously, Harrington,” Eddie snorted, evidently sharing in your bewilderment. “If all this is just the weekend before, I’m scared to ask what your family does for the main event.”

A deep chuckle bubbled out of his chest as he took a long swig of the rapidly draining bottle. He’d said it mostly as a joke, but Steve’s reaction revealed a nerve had been struck. He began to cough, sputtering out his words as he pulled the smoldering joint from between his lips.

“Oh no, it’s not—they aren’t, uh…they won’t be here.”

His eyes darted to the floor as he shook his head and stammered out his non-answer, wearing that same look on his face you’d seen in the guest room. Half-sad and trying to hide it.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. Steve just shrugged.

“They always go away for Christmas. I think it’s St. Barts this year. Maybe Turks and Caicos? Their flight is sometime tomorrow night.”

“Wait, so…they just leave you here?” you asked. “By yourself?”

Steve shrugged and shook his head again, the move almost reflexive, like flinching away from the sting of alcohol cleaning a fresh wound. “A nanny would stay with me when I was little. But from the time I was old enough…yeah, pretty much.”

You and Eddie’s eyes met, the same unthinkable thought seemingly crossing your minds. You actually felt bad—not just bad, but sad—for Steve Harrington.

“It’s not so bad, seriously,” he said, all flustered trying to salvage the mood. “I just hang out and watch movies and eat pizza. It’s fun. Honest.”

Despite his attempts, you can’t help but frown as you think what Steve’s Christmas will look like. His big house that was bursting at the seams with people right now being cold and desolate; him sitting all alone at a long dining room table eating leftover appetizers for every meal.

The thought tugged at something buried deep inside you. Something you’d packed away long ago and shoved into the furthest recesses of your mind. A box wrapped and taped and stapled and tied shut and then shoved behind a closet door. It made you turn to look at Eddie and he nodded knowingly, needing no words to know what you wanted him to say.

“You should come over,” he said, speaking so suddenly it came out loud in the tense quiet.

Steve’s head lifted. “What?”

“To me and Wayne’s,” Eddie supplied. “For Christmas Eve. We have dinner together and watch old movies and play games and shit. With this one.”

He jerked his thumb at you and you smiled as Steve’s eyes flitted over to meet your gaze.

“Only because they can’t cook to save their lives,” you said, shooting him a wink that made the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

“It’s not gonna be like this,” Eddie assured. “But it’s something, you know?”

“That, um…” Steve looked down at his lap, his long lashes fluttering as he tried to blink back the beginnings of tears. “That sounds really nice.”

Your hand moved without permission, reaching out to close around his wrist and squeeze. Steve’s head turned, staring at it like he thought he was dreaming. And as your brain suddenly caught up with the action and your body flooded with embarrassment, you started to pull it back only to feel the warmth of his palm covering your hand to hold it in place.

The only sound in the room was yours and Steve’s soft breathing and you swore you could feel the way both of your pulses were racing in time. His eyes lifted to meet yours and you became entranced all over again by his handsome face, the freckles that dotted his tanned skin, hazel eyes that shimmered as he scanned your expression, the deepness of his cupid's bow.

“I, um…I should check in with my mom real quick. You guys, uh…sit tight.”

Steve sputtered out his words as he rose to his feet, leaving your skin cold as he pulled his hands from yours. He looked around, his eyes searching to land on anything besides you or Eddie as he turned and stumbled towards the door. Eddie watched you watch Steve leave, an expression on his face as bemused as it was mocking.

“Jesus Christ, you two are exhausting.”

He shook his head, laughing to himself as he stuffed the last of the appetizers in his mouth. You glared back at him as he chewed and tried not to think about how your hand still burned where the ghost of Steve’s warmth remained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. If I knew I was gonna have to watch you make googly-eyes at each other all night, I could have stayed home. I get enough of that as it is.”

“We’re not—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Eddie scoffed. “You are. He is. Just make a move, already.”

It was actually painful rolling your eyes as hard as you did. “Right. Sure. And what kind of move am I supposed to make? Considering how he ran out of here just because I touched his arm?”

“You’re not serious, are you? You’re pulling my dick, right?”

Eddie hunched forward as you deadpanned him, answering with a slow blink of your eyes and humorless expression until he threw his head back in a loud laugh.

“He had a fucking boner, smartass!” he cackled.

It’s not only your cheeks that warm now, but your whole body igniting like a bonfire. The feeling grips your shoulders, it’s talons digging into your flesh, threatening to pierce it to the bone.

“Bullshit,” you whispered, your mind reeling.

“You think I don’t know Steve well enough to know when he goes from six to midnight? It happens literally any time you touch him.”

Eddie was still snickering to himself as he took a final puff of the joint that had been smoked down to a nub. You stared at your hands in your lap, thoughts going into overdrive. Because this wasn’t just some random guy at the Hideout or an ex-classmate hitting on you at a house party. This wouldn’t be just a fumbled touch, grabby hands groping blindly in a dark closet that you would recount to Eddie before he gave you the orgasm you’d sorely been denied.

This was Steve. This would be something. Wouldn’t it?

“Only one way to find out,” Eddie said, as though he could hear the question you were asking yourself. “Anything’s gotta be better than this.”

“But what if he—”

The rattle of the doorknob cut you off, your eyes darted to the door just as Steve pushed it open to slip back inside. Eddie’s dark curls fell forward, sliding off his shoulders as he leaned in.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered.

Your eyes bulged in your skull, but before you could retort or argue, Steve had plopped back down in the chair next to you and your lips were effectively sealed.

“So the singing is still going on,” he chuckled. “But I think everyone will head home soon. We aren’t missing much.”

“That’s okay.” Eddie groaned softly into a stretch as he settled back into his reclined position. “I’m sure we can think of something to do.”

Heat flooded your core at his insinuating tone and you sat up a little straighter. He let his head loll to the side, his eyes finding yours automatically, dark irises glinting in the scant light.

“Hey…c’mere, doll.”

Eddie shifted down in his seat, rubbing his ringed hand across his thigh as an invitation. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the fancy, and surely expensive, champagne you’d been sipping all night. Maybe it was the way Steve’s gaze followed you so intently as you stood and walked over to where Eddie sat on the wicker sofa. Whatever it was, it was working.

You laid your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you kneeled on the cushion next to him and went to straddle his lap. But his hands came up to grip your waist and stopped you.

“Uh-uh,” he said, motioning his index finger in a circle. “Other way.”

You hesitated, glancing from your crouched position over at Steve. His eyes smoldered in the darkness as he watched you—leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, his long fingers laced in front of him. With a hard swallow, you stood and turned.

Eddie jerked you back against him, roughly pulling you flush with his chest. His knees pushed between your own and he spread them wide so your legs were held open, draped over the tops of his thighs. It made the skirt of your dress glide upwards, hem skimming the tops of your stockings, threatening to reveal the strips of bare skin between them and your panties.

His words from earlier still rang in your head. Follow my lead.

Well-worn hands splayed wide across your stomach, squeezing at the softness of your waist. Beneath you, his hips began to shift and the beginnings of his hard-on pressed insistently into the fat of your ass. It made you shiver all over, a gasp falling from your lips.

“So well behaved,” Eddie hummed, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips, suddenly gripping your chin in his hand to turn your face towards him. “She’s such a good girl, Stevie…. and we have so much fun together…”

The words and the deep timbre of his voice sent more shivers down your spine as he bumped the tip of your nose with his own. He pecked lightly at your lips until they opened up for him, his tongue probing the warm cavern of your mouth until you were moaning into his kiss.

It was lazy, but punishing. He nipped gently at your top lip, his own feathering with a tiny snarl as he revered back to his conversation with Steve.

“Why don’t you tell her about that photo you found?” he asked, hot breath fanning across your cheek. “Tell her what you thought about it.”

Your gaze flashed to Steve’s and you wondered if there was more light in here whether you’d be able to see a rush of scarlet covering his cheeks. His eyes had gone round with nervous energy, but they remained locked onto yours as he spoke.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” he rasped, his voice almost cracking his throat was so tight. “I wish I could see it again, I…I wish it was me she’d done that for.”

The pit of your belly burned at his words, a breathy sigh fluttering in your chest and an exquisite ache now radiating between your legs. Eddie’s fingers trailed along the center of your body, over your sternum, tracing the dip of your navel through your dress until it quivered under his touch.

Slowly, he drew up the bottom of your dress like a curtain to reveal your core and the black lace your arousal had begun to seep through. The tips of his fingers stroked your entrance, mercilessly teasing your second set of lips.

“You wouldn’t believe how good she feels, Steve,” Eddie husked, his fingers holding their pace, making you grind into his lap. “Way better than that prissy cheerleader pussy you’re used to.”

The room filled with the sound of your breath and the wet schlick of Eddie’s fingers in your folds.

“Oh, sorry,” Eddie snickered. “I should say honor society pussy.”

Steve’s nostrils suddenly flared, his gaze tearing away from you and your body as if coming out of a trance. You looked back over your shoulder with a horrified look.

“Eddie—”

“Shush,” he snapped, cutting you off by plunging his fingers inside of you. They hooked upwards and your back bowed at the sudden stretch, a broken moan slipping past your lips. Steve’s eyes were drawn to your face at the sound, Eddie’s mention of his ex flying right out of his head.

“You want a taste, Harrington?” he asked, all dark and leading.

A little whimper escaped you at the thought and Eddie grinned wickedly. He smiled as he kissed the back of your neck, his teeth flashing as he nipped at your racing pulse.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You’d like his tongue?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your eyes darting to find Steve’s. “Please.”

At your plaintive mewl, the very moment you asked, Steve instantly rose to his feet and hurried to kneel between yours and Eddie’s spread legs. His long fingers wrapped around the gusset of your underwear and he wrenched them to the side to reveal your dripping core.

He licked his lips as he stared at it, practically salivating. Your own lips trembled, fighting back the urge to cry out for him as you let your head fall back to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

The wet heat of his tongue met your pussy in long, languid swipes. He nodded his head with each motion, dragging it through your folds as he inhaled deep and needy breaths of your scent like you were his air. His eyes burned with lust as he looked up from between your thighs, gauging your every reaction in the way you fluttered around his tongue.

With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed your fingertips along his brow, skimming the stray pieces of hair that had fallen forward into his eyes. The intensity of his stare, the depth of his gaze, made you glow brighter even than that behemoth of a tree inside.

He sped up his movements, working you up, the tip of his tongue pointed to swirl in a pattern as magical as it was maddening, flicking it teasingly over your clit and making you clench with each too-quick pass. At the same time, you felt Eddie’s hand creep up between your shoulder blades, fingers weaving into your hair to grasp it at the root. He gave it a firm tug and pulled your head back, bringing his lips to your ear so he could whisper to you—deep and rough and just loud enough for Steve to hear.

“Why don’t you tell him how long you’ve wanted this, huh?”

Another pitiful whimper left your lips as Eddie’s other hand squeezed a little more intensely at your chest, tweaking your nipple through your dress, loving how it made you tremble.

“Si-since Junior year,” you panted. “When he w-won the state swim meet…”

Just the thought of that day nearly has you flooding Eddie’s lap and Steve’s mouth. Your mind filled with the memories of it—visions of him in a Speedo that confirmed just about every rumor you’d ever overheard in the girl’s locker room; his arm and back muscles rippling as he pushed himself out of the pool; water spilling over freckled skin, droplets collecting on his shoulders and running down, down, down to where the small of his back met the fullness of his ass.

You had sat in the stands, thighs pressing together, feeling almost perverted staring while he celebrated with his teammates and whipped off his swim cap, his wild hair exploding out of it and making you wonder how he’d even managed to fit it all underneath in the first place.

The mere mention of his glory days seemed to have a similar effect on Steve. The movements of his tongue and lips turned more fervent, more determined to unspool you as he moaned like he’d never tasted anything as good as you.

Tremors began to roll through your body, making your thighs twitch and spasm.

“Tell him how good it feels,” Eddie husked, hips now punching up to create some friction against his own cock as it strained inside his dress pants. “Tell him how much you like it.”

“Yes, Steve, fuck—I love it so much,” you whined. “Keep going, I need it.”

The pretty lilt and waver of your voice had Steve unraveling before your very eyes. Another low groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he buried his face further, more eagerly, in your heat.

“God, you taste so fucking good, honey,” he moaned. “I could do this all night.”

The thought of having his mouth on you all night is enthralling, but there was no way you would last. You were barely going to make it another minute as it was. Steve was too good.

Every flick, every swipe, every swirl of his tongue you could feel in your entire body. Pleasure rushed across you in waves, a torturous winding upwards, that burning feeling deep in your gut coiling tighter, tighter. Your breaths grew shallow and your pulse raced until you were shaking in Eddie’s lap, fighting so hard to keep your legs spread apart that they shook from the effort.

Steve’s hands came up to grasp at your thighs, his fingers squeezing at the meat of them as he kept you pried open for him to ravish. Like a man possessed, he lapped and sucked and kissed at your entrance, his whole body seeming to move along with the motions of his tongue and lips. Beneath you, the wicker couch suddenly slid backwards and you realized it was because he had tried to grind against it—desperate to feel something, anything, against his cock.

Wishing it was you.

“C-close, close, I’m so close. Steve, I’m co—oohhh—”

Your orgasm rushed in, plowing through your body, making you lose all sense. You squirmed wildly in Eddie’s lap, almost having forgotten he was there until he reached around to give both of your nipples one last pinch—knowing how it always pushed you further over the edge.

Steve’s lips never left your clit and his eyes never left your face as he ushered you into your climax. He stared up at you, his eyes all glassy and round, searching for your reassurance as he rose from between your legs. His face hovered in front of yours and he lifted a hand to cup your jaw, his massive palm warm on your flushed skin as you panted to regain your breath.

“Good?” he asked. Hushed, like a prayer.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest still heaving. Your voice wobbled as you spoke, so overwhelmed with all your buried feelings being dredged to the surface. “Steve, that was—”

“Steven? Are you out here?”

Every hair on Steve’s head went flying as he whipped his head around hearing his mother’s voice. Through the sheer curtains, he could see her as she stepped outside onto the porch, peering into the darkness, wrapping a fur stole tighter around her elegant cocktail attire.

Panic struck his face like lightning, his mouth hanging open, his lips and chin still shiny with your spend. He looked back at you, his cheeks nearly as deep red as the velvet ribbons hung all over his house. You scrambled off Eddie’s lap to stand, frantically straightening your dress and hair, nervously wiping at your lips that were swollen from biting down when you came.

“I, um…the party’s probably over,” Steve said. “I just have to say goodbye to some people.”

He ran his hands through his hair a few more times as he strode towards the door, even though any damage you’d done grabbing it must have been righted by now. You looked over at Eddie, your own eyes swirling with questions you were terrified to hear the answers to.

His shoulders bounced, standing to tuck his shirttail back into his dress pants.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.”.

Steve was waiting in the foyer with you and Eddie’s coats when you snuck in from outside. His parents, thankfully, were too occupied giving the caterers instructions for clean-up to exchange any pleasantries at the door. You could only imagine how that would go…

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. I’m the girl your son made come all over his face in your pool house. What a lovely party, thank you so much for inviting us.

There was still a smile on Steve’s face, though it felt almost pasted on now compared to his expression when you first arrived, sort of forced in an attempt to look more normal than he felt. He handed off Eddie’s leather jacket and then held yours open, his eyes remaining glued to you as you turned and pushed your arms through the sleeves. His fingertips trailed along the nape of your neck as he helped straighten the coat on your shoulders, his index tracing its curve all the way to your hairline in a way that felt so intentional it made your skin buzz.

With your ears pounding from your heartbeat thundering in them, you spun around to face him, your lips parted to speak only for no words to come. Because what was there for you to say? Or for him to do? Kiss you? He hadn’t even done that during, would he do it now to say goodbye?

Steve’s handsome face was as conflicted and contorted as your own. A faint blush still dusted along his cheeks and his eyes shone bright from the candlelight coming off the tapers that had burned almost all the way out. At last he drew a breath, and you felt your heart stutter.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

Eddie could barely contain the snort that burst out of him, even as he slapped a hand over his crooked smile and your eyes shot daggers straight into his chest.

You couldn’t get out the door fast enough.

There was only silence as the pair of you trudged along the driveway to the street where Eddie had parked his van, the snow on the ground having melted into slush mottled with gray where it mixed with excess oil on the road. Without the glow of the Christmas lights coming off the rest of the houses in the neighborhood, the darkness of Steve’s street now felt oppressive.

It made you walk a little quicker to the van, your hand curled tight around the passenger side door handle waiting for Eddie to unlock it. As the two of you climbed inside the cab, he cranked the engine and flipped open the air vents for the heat to blast, finally breaking his silence as you yanked your door shut behind you with a sharp tug.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I thought I was helping,” Eddie muttered, his hands gripping tight around the steering wheel. “You were being so fucking obvious, I thought you needed a push.”

His chunky rings glinted in the street light as he busied himself messing with the radio, static scratching in your ears as he searched for something besides Christmas music.

“Are you really mad?” he asked, still fiddling with the dial, barely able to look at you.

You shook your head.

“I just…I don’t know, I feel like it’s weird now.” You let your face fall into your hands and shook your head furiously. “I mean, was that totally fucked up? To do that?”

“Nah, that wasn’t fucked up,” Eddie said assuredly.

He sounded confident enough that you let your shoulders actually relax and finally expelled the breath you were holding. The relief was short-lived though, when Eddie piped up again.

“I’ll tell you what might be, though.”

With a heavy sigh, you looked over at him warily. “What?” you asked.

Eddie sighed as he slumped back against the seat. His foot rested on the gas pedal and he pressed it down lightly, barely revving the engine to get some hot air flowing from the vents.

“When he comes over for Christmas Eve.”

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Employee of the Month

eddie munson x reader

Summary: To make some extra cash before Christmas, Y/N takes a job stocking the grocery store shelves at midnight, unbeknownst to her that her high school crush also works there

Warnings: mutual pining, partial slow burn, parental death, mentions of Eddie's murder charges (now dropped), being ostracized by the town, teasing, flirting, sick Eddie, hurt/comfort, falling in love, first kiss, first times, virgin Eddie, virgin reader, making out, grinding, dry humping, cumming in pants. they're really horny touch starved adults

word count: 9k

In a last-ditch effort to make some more money this Christmas, she takes a job at the local grocery store to stock the shelves at midnight. It’s not too bad, there are only 16 shelves and about 30 feet of freezer to restock, she gets to bring a walkman and headphones and wear whatever she wants. As long as the shelves look nice come morning, the boss didn’t really care.

From the first night she worked there she knew it was going to be a good fit, mainly because the other stock person she’s been partnered with is the same guy she had a massive crush on in high school. Eddie Munson had one hell of a year while she was trying to graduate, he was getting accused of murdering her classmates. He disappeared mostly after that, the school gave him a pass and his diploma so they didn’t have to see him again, the town pretended they didn’t try and murder him in revenge for an entire week and she didn’t see him again for a while.

“Hey,” she waves at him with her lips pressed together in a tight smile, “I’m—

“Y/N,” he points at her name tag with a matching smile. “I take it you’re my new buddy?”

She nods, “yeah… um, what are we doing tonight?”

“The snacks and chips aisle, the milk fridge and the cheeses,” he recites the list as he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to her.

While she is just in jeans and a sweater, nothing too fancy, he’s in a navy blue jumpsuit with his name embroidered on the left breast, and just under it, the grocery store logo. He was in uniform… “why don’t I have to wear one of those?”

“Oh, I got this for being the employee of the month,” he shrugs it off, not meaning to brag in the slightest. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” she smiles like a fool, nodding quickly and looking at the list he handed her to avoid his eye contact.

She liked him so much in high school, and he was still so cute, it was all coming back to her. He’s much more laid back and reserved now, it has been over a year since she’s seen him in person, too. It made her wonder if he was still that same loud, opinionated nerd that she admired from a distance.

He’s super nice about teaching her the right way to restock everything, bringing the old stuff to the front and the new things get pushed to the back of each shelf. They split up the aisles and met in the middle, trying to beat each other each time. He sang along to the radio playing over the speakers, and he danced when he thought she wasn’t looking… he was just as cute as he was in high school.

They end up making a good team, they finish their list and pick up a few extra chores. They change a lightbulb in the guest bathroom, take inventory of the magazines and run disinfectant over every surface they could until their shift ends. It feels like it takes forever, they’re awkward when talking to each other but it’s kinda easy to hang out with him. This was going to be a good job for her.

“You need a ride home?” He asks in the staff room after work, both of them putting on their coats and scarves. The November chill in Hawkins was not nice.

She shakes her head and starts to point, “no, I just live—

“You can’t walk home in the middle of the night,” he cuts her off. “There’s too many creeps and animals out there. I don’t mind where it is?”

“Okay,” she gives in easily.

She gives him her address as they walk out to his van, he opens the door for her and lets her hop in before closing it for her too. He asks her about how long she’s lived there, trying his best to make conversation but it hurts.

“Uh, we’ve always lived in Hawkins, my house is still a mess from the earthquake but the insurance is fixing it soon,” she assures, nervous for him to see the state of the place when he pulls up. “If my dad was still here he’d probably have it done by now, but it’s just me and my mom.”

“God, I’m sorry,” he felt so bad for asking. “That was the worst fucking week ever.”

“yeah… it sucked for everyone,” she doesn’t even know how to touch upon what he went through. “Glad it’s over.”

“More than you know,” he sighs, turning onto her road finally.

He doesn’t want to come in for coffee or anything, he gives her a smile and a wave and watches to make sure she gets inside her house safely before driving away.

She thinks about him well into the morning when she should be sleeping. It’s easy to get sucked into an imaginary life where he asks her out after a shift and they hang out and fall in love and she finally gets to kiss that smile off his beautiful face… it’s not easy to make it come true. She would go to her grave with the fact she thinks he’s handsome and nice and funny and cute. She’s not big on sharing feelings, having no one to ever really share them with, in the first place.

—

She doesn’t see him unless she’s working, which was only 3 nights a week, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

She uses those 3 nights wisely. She wears something nice but not too suspicious, and she always smells nice and does the best she can with her hair and makeup… she wants him to think she’s pretty. She wants to catch him staring at her instead of how many times he caught her looking at him as a teenager.

He tells her that she looks nice every day in many different ways.

“Did you come straight from the ball, princess?”

“You know this is a grocery store, not a fashion show, right?”

And her personal favourite… “It's too cold out there for you to come in looking so hot.” With a wink. A fucking wink. It almost made her pass out.

He does it just to bug her, he likes to make her squirm and lose every thought in her head. He laughs when she stutters through a response and he always pats her shoulder gently and says, “I just mean you look nice today.”

She has a hard time reaching the top shelves sometimes and he has no problem coming over and standing real close to her. “Here, I got that,” he says in such a low voice it felt like a whisper. He reaches up and takes everything down for her, “do you want me to put them up for you too?”

“Sure,” she doesn’t mind, she works on the second highest shelf instead, still close to him, she watches him reach and extend his long arms and puff out his chest and ugh he’s so hot it makes her stare like an idiot.

“You’re drooling,” he teases her.

She wipes her face quickly, “what? No, shut up.”

He just giggles and finishes shoving the new stock toward the back of the shelf. She bumps shoulders with him right before he heads back to his stack of things, he had boxes of croutons to unpack. She was now moving on to salad dressings and other condiments.

She doesn’t dare start up any conversations, overthinking everything that comes into her head too much. She didn’t feel like he’d find anything she had to say interesting.

They’re in the soup aisle when he finally speaks again. “Can I ask you something?”

She’s a bit shocked cause he’s been silent for so long, but she nods.

“When you dream is there ever a specific topic you dream about the most?”

“Tornados,” she can answer without batting an eye. “I had one the other night actually… I don’t know why but there’s always a tornado.”

“That is an interesting one… did you just watch a lot of the wizard of oz growing up?” He teases.

She can’t help but smile, “no, I’ve actually never watched it.”

“You get more interesting every time you talk,” he means it as a compliment.

“Yeah? Well, why’d you even ask about dreams? Do you have a good one?” She turns the conversation back to him, taking a handful of soups and shoving them into the shelf.

“I keep having dreams in high school where I’m failing again and none of the teachers will pass me,” he explains. “And I had one last night cause I guess seeing you again so much is reminding me of being back in school.”

“Wait,” she turns to him full of shock and awe, “you remember me?”

“Of course,” he doesn't see it as a big deal. “Your lunch table was beside ours, I saw you every day?”

He saw me looking at him often…

She wants to turn inside out with embarrassment. “Oh, I uh, I didn’t think you paid attention to that.”

“How could I not? You always reacted the best when I did something stupid,” he reminisces, stepping in closer to her. “And I remember your laugh was cute.”

She’s too nervous to even giggle awkwardly, he’s in her personal space and he smells good and his eyes are so inviting, “thanks…” all the air in her chest leaves as she melts in front of him.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do all that shit just for your attention,” he admits, licking his lips as he stares at hers.

It’s like time stops, her brain can’t process all the information so she just blinks a few times and stares back at him with a furrowed brow. “Really?”

He nods with a laugh, pulling away and returning to the stack of boxes they had to put away. “Yeah, I uh, I should probably feel a little stupid telling you this now after all this time, but uh, you bring the stupid out of me… I kinda had a huge crush on you back then.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he teases. “You act like thats a total surprise? You’re so pretty and you were never mean to me, it was bound to happen.”

She’s completely dumbfounded, “oh… that’s— I’m nice to everyone? At least I try to be.”

But then she realizes what he really said, he used to have a crush on her, but that’s long gone. He wouldn’t tell her if he still had one, would he? Guys weren’t that open about feelings, it was always a game with them… right?

“Sorry,” he realizes he fucked up by telling her. “I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s just weird for me. I’ve never been told straight up that someone had a crush on me,” she’s really taken aback. “Thanks… really.”

“Anytime,” he blushes slightly, dropping it there.

He drives her home again like he does every night that she works cause he really can’t stand the idea of her walking home past midnight as the temperature drops. He has tried to offer to pick her up beforehand, but she doesn’t want to put him out, and her mom doesn’t mind dropping her off every night… but he asks again, anyway.

Parked outside of her house, he turns to her. “Can I please come pick you up before your next shift?” He all but begs.

“I guess,” she gives in, “why?”

He shrugs, “I like spending time with you.”

“Then why don’t you ever want to come in for a coffee?” She combats, really wanting him to come in. “I also have tea and hot chocolate…”

“Okay,” he gives in right back. “I’ll come in with you, tonight.”

“Really?” She lights right up and throws off her seatbelt, reaching for the door.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He panics, rushing out first and coming around to her side to open it up for her, “you’re gonna make me look bad, walking you to the front door and not getting the door for you is a crime.”

“If you say so,” she laughs at him as she hops out beside him.

He slams her door closed and with a hand on her back, he leads her toward the front door. “You sure you’re mom's okay with me being in her house?”

“Yeah, why not?” She honestly forgets.

“Well, I’m me?” He awkwardly laughs, feeling incredibly nervous about his reputation. “It’s honestly why I’ve not said yes yet, I don’t know who hates me still…”

“Oh god, no, she doesn’t hate you, she doesn’t hate anyone,” she puts up both hands in a sort of surrender that made him smile. She meant it. “She’s also asleep so you won’t have to talk to her at all.”

“Okay,” he assures her, rubbing his hand over her shoulder with a smile.

Every time he looks at her like that she wants to melt right into him, to swim around in the chocolate pools of his eyes for hours on end. He’s so beautiful, she’s never going to get over it.

He leans in closer, looking at her through his lashes, “Are we going inside soon, it’s cold out here?”

“Sure, yeah,” she remembers what they were doing, digging her keys out of her pocket. She unlocks the door and pushes it open, slipping in first and letting him follow.

Inside he kicks off his shoes and hangs up his jacket beside hers before following her all the way into the kitchen. He’s as quiet as a mouse, respecting that her mom is asleep somewhere in the house.

“So what’ll it be?” She asks, opening up the fridge to take a look while he sits down at the kitchen counter.

“Oh, I’m good, I just wanted to come in with you,” he admits but by the look on her face, she doesn’t believe him. “Seriously, I’m just going to go home and sleep anyway, it’s fine.”

“You’ve gotta have something… come on?” She stares him down, “Pepsi? Ginger ale? Water? What about a snack?”

“I’m fine,” he means it. “What do you normally have when you come home?”

“It’s always different, sometimes my mom makes something for us for dinner and other nights I just have like a pop tart,” she shares, opening the cupboard and taking out a box.

“I could actually go for a pop tart,” he admits, eyes up the box in her hands.

She laughs and opens up one of the silver, crinkly packets and hands him one. He takes a big bite and dramatically throws his head back with a groan, “fuck, I forgot how good these are.”

“And you would’ve kept forgetting if you didn’t come in with me, so I guess you have to from now on,” she teases, feeling a lot more confident with him suddenly… she felt like things could be fun between them. If he wasn’t going to fall in love with her, she might as well try for being his best friend.

“You’re too cute to say no to,” he can’t help but smile at her.

“Again, you’re the only one to think so,” she rolls her eyes, not believing him. He was just a flirt, it wasn’t the truth… right?

“More for me, then,” he shrugs, taking another bite from his pop tart and dropping it there.

—

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” Her mom asks from the kitchen.

“I’m fine,” she calls back, staring out the front window, watching the street for Eddie’s van. “My co-worker offered to pick me up.”

“Oh, which one?”

“Um, Eddie…” she turns around slowly to see her mom standing in the doorway now. “Eddie Munson.”

“Oh,” she is a little shocked to hear that name after so long. “I didn’t know he was still in Hawkins?”

“He works nights so no one has to see him,” she explains, “cause people are mean… he was really scared to come in last night after work cause he didn’t want to upset you by coming into your house.”

“Poor boy,” she feels so bad, never wanting her home to strike fear in someone. “I knew you wouldn’t have a crush on a monster, and the police cleared him, this town owes him an apology too.”

“I know,” she agrees but she doubts it’ll ever happen.

Sometime during their chat, Eddie pulled up outside and made his way to her front door where he laid a few knocks. She opens the door with a huge smile, “hi, sorry you didn’t have to come all the way to the door.”

“I wanted to,” he assures her, seeing her mom peeking over her shoulder. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Hello,” she gives him a little wave. “Have fun at work you two, I’ll see you, tomorrow sweetheart.”

“Bye mom,” she slips outside with Eddie, knowing her mom was going to watch them walk back to his van.

He extends his hand and holds hers as they walk down the few steps of her porch, he drops her hand only to place it on her back as he leads her toward the passenger door. He opens for her, like always. He runs around the van, sends a wave to her mom at the door and then hops inside, “ready?”

“Ready,” she can’t bite back her smile anymore, she was so giddy about holding his hand that it made her feel like a little girl again.

He pauses for a moment and looks her up and down, “did you get all dolled up 'cause I’m driving you?”

She tilts her head to the side, annoyed cause he always asks, “I always look like this.”

“Beautiful, you mean?”

She walked right into that one.

“Fine, I’ll let you have it this time,” she gives in.

“Good,” he throws the van in drive and heads out of her little neighbourhood towards town.

He’s quiet for a bit, she looks around at the street lights and the businesses still open, as well as all the houses with their Christmas lights up already. “I miss it was still kinda sunny out at 8pm,” she sighs, staring out the window at the full moon rising over Hawkins.

“I like the dark,” he shares. “Less people are out.”

“Why don’t you move? Not that I want you to leave, but wouldn’t it be more freeing to have no one know who you are? You deserve a real life,” she lets her feelings fall right out. “You’re not a bad person, you never have been.”

“Thanks,” he reaches out his hand and rests it on her thigh. “But it’s ‘cause everyone I love is here, I can’t leave.”

“Right, so are you still in your band then?”

He lets out a very surprised chuckle, “yeah, I still have my band, we still play Tuesday nights, it's the only night I don’t work.”

She wouldn’t know that cause she didn’t work that night either, “I’ll have to come see you play sometime, I don’t have any classes that night.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were in school still?”

“Community college,” she doesn’t feel so ashamed telling him. “Most my friends went off to real schools but it’s the only place I could go to for free, so.”

“Hey, at least you got in,” he celebrates the bare minimum. “I couldn’t even dream of it with my GPA. I was thinking I’d wait a few years and get some kind of degree when I’m considered a mature student, and when people forget about me.”

She wants to tell him that she’ll never forget about him, she never did. She thought about him all the time. She couldn’t hear Metallica on the radio without thinking about him. Every jean jacket patch made her think about him. She took a double take when she saw a man with long hair hoping it was him. She thought about him before she went to bed, in her dreams and as soon as her eyes opened in the morning.

She was completely in love with him.

—

She was only going to work for the holidays, and now that Christmas was only a few days away, she was worried that she only has a few more weeks left with Eddie. And for some reason that makes her want to get him a Christmas present, almost as a way to buy a place in his heart so he doesn’t forget about her when she’s not his buddy anymore.

And then he doesn’t show up for work… she’s been waiting to see him all week, and he’s a no-show.

So she asks her shift manager who says Eddie called out earlier in the day really, really sick. It makes her heart hurt knowing he wasn’t feeling good.

So she pushes through her shift. It’s weird without him, but she does it. She walks home for the first time and it’s a lot colder than she expected. The wind on her face and the snow in her hair, melt as the heat from her body escapes from her head. She gets home finally and she’s shivering, she wants to wrap herself up in a blanket and sleep for days, instead goes right to the kitchen. She searches through her cupboards for a couple cans of chicken noodle soup and some crackers, she grabs a few cans of ginger ale and takes her mom's keys. There’s no way she’s going back out there

She drives right into the trailer park and follows the road slowly, scanning the driveways for eddies van until she finally finds it. She parks outside the blue and white trailer and carefully heads towards his door, not wanting to slip with a handful of cans.

She knocks carefully, the lights are all still on so it’s not like she’s waking him up… and then another man she doesn’t know answers. “Yes?”

“Hi, I’m so sorry but is this Eddie’s trailer?” She panics.

“It is.”

“I brought him some soup, I heard he was sick and that’s why he couldn’t make it to work tonight…”

“Oh, that’s sweet, come on in out of the cold,” he ushers her right inside the tiny trailer. “Sorry for the mess, we’ve both been battling this random cold, I got it at the plant and he finally got it from me yesterday.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she sympathizes as she lays everything down on his kitchen counter. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Wayne, Eddies uncle,” he introduces himself. “He’s talked a lot about you, I was wondering when I’d get to meet ya.”

“Oh, really?” She can’t believe it.

“yeah… you know, I can put that soup on, you can go down the hall there and see him, he’s just reading in bed, I think?” He points.

“Oh, okay sure,” she doesn’t mind, she was honestly expecting Eddie to live alone and have an empty kitchen, not an uncle who loved him dearly there to take care of him.

She shrugs off her coat and takes off her boots first and then she heads down the hallways carefully, she knocks on his closed door, waiting for the all-clear to enter… and his “yeah?” Comes out so sad and sickly that it makes her heart hurt.

She pushes the door open carefully, “hey… I heard you were sick?”

“Y/N?” He sits right up, fixing his hair and wiping his nose. “I didn’t think you knew where I lived?”

“I just looked for the van, I think everyone knows you live in the trailer park,” she realizes how weird that sounds.

“True, still I can’t believe you’re here?”

She comes in and takes a seat on the edge of his bed, putting out her hand to hold the back of it to his forehead, “you’re all fevered, oh no… have you taken anything?”

He nods, “yeah, some Buckleys…”

“I brought you some soup, Wayne’s heating it up for you,” she explains with a soft smile. “He’s sweet.”

“Where’d you think I got my charm from?” He teases, still well enough to try and make her smile.

She brushes his hair off his face gently, “I’m glad you have him to take care of you.”

“I’d much prefer you as my nurse… would you give me a sponge bath?”

“No,” she holds back her laugh and just shakes her head with a smile. “But nice try.”

“Damn,” he sighs, tossing his head back against the pillow and closing his eyes. Turning on the dramatics, he looks at her with the sweetest puppy dog eyes, “will you at least keep me company while I have my soup?”

“Of course,” she planned to stay as long as he needed her. “I just have to bring my mom's car back before 8am cause she needs to go to work.”

“I promise I won’t keep you long,” he reaches out for her hand, holding them with both of his own. “I really appreciate you coming to check on me… and might I say you look very cute today, I’m glad I didn’t miss this one.”

She melts at his words, “you must not be too sick if you’re still trying to flirt with me.”

“I’m going to remind you that you’re beautiful until the day I die,” he’s very stern about that.

“Yeah, like you’ll know me that long,” she plays it off.

He gives her hands a little squeeze, “I like to think I will… I might just be high on cough syrup, but I like to think I’ll find you in every life I lead, you’re so special to me, Y/N.”

“You’re definitely high,” she teases, leaning in forward to kiss his forehead as she stands up. “I’m going to check on your soup… you sober up by the time I get back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees but doesn’t drop her hands, he holds on as long as he can and then she slips away from him.

Wayne’s just putting the soup in a bowl as she walks back into the kitchen, she grabs a sleeve of soup crackers and a ginger ale, it's plated and then Wayne turns to her.

“You know he’s not kidding, right?”

“What?”

“He wouldn’t lie,” Wayne gives her those honest Munson eyes that she loves so much in his nephew. “And clearly you feel the same if you’ve come all the way out here at half midnight to make him soup.”

She feels the colour leave her face as she’s caught red-handed, she was doing this because she loved him so dearly she couldn’t stand spending a shift without seeing him. She wanted to always take care of him. She loved him. It was as simple as that. She just loves him.

“Life’s too short to not tell each other,” he adds some last words of wisdom and hands her the tray of her lover's dinner.

She’s extra quiet when she brings him his dinner, and when she sits on the end of his bed to accompany him while he eats. He has a book resting face down, cracked open to keep its page, resting beside him. She reaches for it, checking the cover, it’s the fellowship of the ring.

“I’ve never read The Lord of the Rings, is it good?”

“It’s the best book series there is,” he assures her while taking another spoonful of soup.

She keeps her thumb where Eddie was reading but skips back to the first few pages, reading it over quietly to see if she’d like it at all… it’s cute. “You can read it from the beginning if you want?”

“Out loud?” She wonders if he’d want to hear that too.

“As if you could get any better,” he manages to smile no matter how sick he feels. “Please, I’d really love that.”

“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”

He basks in the way her voice sounds alongside his favourite book, words he’s read so many times and heard in his own voice now being retold in hers. He listens ever so intently, enjoying it more than she’d ever know as she watches the page, trying her hardest not to stutter and to pronounce all the words right so he didn’t laugh at her… but even when she gets stuck he just affectionately corrects her and admires her as she continues.

She makes it through the prologue and the facts about hobbits and pipeweed and the shire by the time he’s done eating. He has enough energy to take his dishes out to the kitchen himself and returns with a smile. She made her way up to the pillows beside him and slipped under the covers so he could get in beside her, “come on, I’m reading you a chapter or two and then I’ve gotta go home.”

“Right,” he gets into the bed beside her and snuggles right up to her, he wraps himself around her arm with his cheek on her shoulder so he can watch the page as she reads on through chapter one.

He falls asleep like that, with a warm belly full of soup and a heart full of love, it pains her to get up and possibly disrupt him.

She does get up, slowly but surely, replacing herself with a pillow that he snuggles up to instead. She kisses him on the forehead, he’s not as fevered as before, hopefully he felt better tomorrow. She takes a look around for a scrap piece of paper, finding one on his dresser with a sharpie marker. She leaves her phone number and a little note.

Call me tomorrow, I want to know if you’re feeling better. Hopefully we can finish this sometime.

xx Y/N

She slips it into the book and leaves it on his night table and then she’s off. She says goodbye to Wayne who’s still awake because if he sleeps he’ll throw off his schedule when he goes back to work. He also did night shifts, so he wouldn’t be there next time she comes over after work… that’s good to know.

—

He takes the whole weekend off and it sucks, but she understands he needs the time to get better. He calls her to let her know that decision around 2pm on Saturday and they stay on the phone all the way up until she has to get ready for work.

Waynes gone back to work, leaving him completely alone in the trailer after they hang up the phone… and all he can think about is how she’s going to have to walk home again. It rattles around his brain most of the night, he paces the trailer, feeling like shit but his love for her is eating him alive and it hurts more than his congested nose. At 11:52 he finally says fuck it.

In his pyjamas and all, he throws on a coat and slips his feet into his boots, he snags his keys off the wall and he’s gone. He books it out of the trailer park, watching the clock on his dash to ensure midnight doesn’t sneak up on him. The streets are empty, so he doesn’t worry about racing through the yellow lights on his way to the store.

He pulls up with just a few minutes to spare, his heart racing, he just parks at the curb by the employee's only back door and he waits for her. He reaches over to the passenger door to roll down the window, wanting her to be able to see him… as if she wouldn’t notice that it’s his van. She knew his van.

She knew him.

And she liked him.

The heavy door slowly opens and he sees her, laughing with their co-worker as she buttons up the last few buttons on her jacket. She’s bundled up in a scarf and she has a hat on today, she planned to be warmer on tonight's walk home.

“Eddie?” She lights right up. “What are you doing here.”

“I may be on my death bed but I’m not letting you walk home in the dark, princess,” he assures her, pushing the door open so she can get in.

She waves goodbye to their co-worker, finishing their conversation before she hops in the van and closes the door. She rolls the window back up. “Burr, you’re you’re going to get sicker with this open.”

“I hope you don’t find it weird that I’m here?” He worries, “seriously, after everything that happened here, walking home alone at midnight isn’t smart… it killed me that you walked home yesterday and then still came to see me.”

“I know, it’s okay,” she reaches out to hold his gently in hers. “You can pick me up and drive me home all the time if it makes you feel better?”

“You’ve gotta want to spend time with me too,” he places his other hand on top of hers. “Don’t feel like you have to be nice to me, little miss I’m nice to everyone.”

“I am,” she feels offended. “I know you’re not stupid, you’ve gotta see I love spending time with you.”

“I like to hear you say it, sue me,” he smiles, his eyes flicking back and forth between her eyes and her lips. He’s so close to her already that he could kiss her.

But then he’d get her sick.

So he pulls back a bit and pats her hand as her grip loosens. “Let’s get you home.”

“Yeah,” she settles into her seat and puts on her seatbelt, he waits for the click and then he’s off, taking the familiar route back to her place.

He asks her about her day, what they did, and how they’re doing without him. She missed him, he can tell by the way she complains about being partnered with someone new. “They didn’t do anything the way you do, it felt so wrong.”

She thinks I do things the right way…

His heart soars the whole ride and then it ends too soon. He parks at the curb with a sigh, “I’m going to be up for a bit if you want to call me?”

“You don’t want to come in?”

He shakes his head, “I can’t get my germs all over your place.”

“Right, no I get it,” she understands, but she lingers. He stares at him for a sec, “walk me to my door at least?”

“Sure,” he can’t say no to her.

She stays put this time, he runs around to her door and opens it, expecting her to jump right out but she pulls him close, using her height in the seat to her advantage. She touches his forehead gently, “you’re not fevered today, that’s good at least… I’d hate to miss another week with you.”

“I’ll come get you tomorrow, but I’m not working,” he compromises, knowing he hates not getting to see her too.

She hops out of the van and takes his hand on the way up to her door, “I could get used to this treatment.”

“You should,” he agrees. “Cause I’m not giving up.”

In sickness and in health and all that jazz… he’d be there through it all if she wanted him.

At her door, she gives him those same eyes as in the van, and he wants to kiss her so goddamn bad but he can’t. He simply pulls her into a hug and holds her tight, cheek pressed to the top of her head. She holds him around the middle just as tightly, it's a beautiful goodbye for a couple of friends.

—

He comes to pick her up for her next shift once again, only this time he pulls her into a hug at the door and kisses the top of her head, “hey, sweetheart, ready for work?”

She can only nod against him, soaking in the hug as long as she can get. “What was that for?” She asks as he pulls back.

He shrugs, “just cause… I missed you, I guess.”

“I missed you, too,” she wraps her arm around his middle and holds him close as she joins him on the walk back to his van. “Which is funny 'cause we’ve been talking more than ever, lately.”

“I know,” he loved it and it was evident in his voice.

Every night that she’s not working they talk on the phone, from the time she’s done with her classwork until he has to leave for his night shifts. It was a lovely little tradition now, he loved to learn about all her projects and reports, and he even let her read things over for his opinion. More than once he’s called her a genius, but the best thing he’s ever said to her was “your future kiddos are going to love you.” In regard to the class of students, she was going to teach one day.

It’s a day like any other, they have little conversations on their way to work, clock in together and head right to the first aisle on their to-do list. He dances around to the music, they toss things at each other, he makes dirty jokes, and she shakes her head with so much love you could see hearts float around her head. It’s so completely normal.

And then she almost drops a whole shelf on herself, he’s quick to swoop in and catch it for her. They put it back in place and carefully let it go, making sure it stays put before she turns to thank him… only he’s about an inch, maybe two from her face.

“That was a close one,” he whispers, staring at her lips. “Would hate to lose you to the soup aisle.”

She can’t help staring back at his lips, wanting to kiss him so goddamn bad she forgets how to breathe for a moment. It’s like time stops while she stares at him and he stares back.

“I’d hate to lose you at all…”

“Why?” Even she’s surprised to hear it come out of her.

He doesn’t say anything, he simply leans in more, and so does she. Meeting him halfway, their lips touch slowly and then all at once. A hand of his cups her face, holding her in place while she holds his sides, pulling him closer so their chests are pressed together.

Breathing each other in deeply, she feels her soul intertwine with his at that moment. Everything makes sense. She was supposed to take this little job and spend all this time with him for this moment right here. It was always supposed to happen.

They were meant to happen.

They pull away with a matching smile, giggling as they come to terms with the fact that just happened… it finally happened.

“You understand what I mean, right?” He teases.

She nods, “yeah… I get it, but could you say it just one more time?”

“Here?” He teases, kissing her cheek. “Or here?” He kisses her jaw next and moves towards her ear, “I could say it all over you if you let me.”

“We’re still at work,” she reminds him, pushing him away slightly before he could kiss her neck and start something he couldn’t finish in the freaking soup aisle.

“Do you want to come over later? To kiss a bit and read more lord of the rings?” He offers, making it sound a lot more innocent than either of them wanted it to be.

“Only if you read the chapter this time,” she teases, heart racing in her chest at the prospect of being alone with him.

Him.

The one and the only crush she’s had for the last 6 years of her life.

He flirts with her more than ever after that, he steals kisses every time he passes her and even serenades the love songs on the speaker to her. She pokes his sides when she passes by him, learning that he’s ticklish and he yelps every time she does it.

In his van on the way home, after not being able to keep their hands off each other most of the night, they have to so he can focus on the road.

“Does this make us more than friends?” She wonders aloud, hoping he had the same worry.

He nods, “I’d hope so… but if you want me to ask, I can?”

He holds her hand in the middle of the centre console again, rubbing his thumb over her hand gently.

“What if I want to do it?” She teases. “I want to make you my boyfriend, I’ve thought about it for years.”

“That’s crazy,” he can’t believe it, shaking his head as he drives a bit faster, wanting to be home with her so bad.

“Why?” She sounds so defeated.

“I never thought you liked me, I thought you were just really smiley… you could’ve been mine this whole time,” he explains just how crazy it was for him. In a very good way.

“I can’t even imagine having a boyfriend in high school,” she admits.

He slows down when he enters the trailer park, follows the poorly plowed path towards his own trailer and parks. Finally turning to her again with a smile, “I’ve never had a girlfriend before either, it’s all really new to me too.”

“Was that your first kiss too?” She whispers, scared that it wasn’t.

She was right.

He shakes his head, “Cheryl Lenetti in grade 7… she liked to pet my head when we made out, she said my hair felt like a seal pup when it was shaved. So fuckin weird.”

It makes her laugh a bit, “I can’t imagine it short…”

“I’ve got pictures,” he assures her, “Wayne’s kept all my life well documented. He likes to tease me and say that he’ll sell the embarrassing ones to the tabloids when my band blows up.”

“I need to see them,” she agrees and lets go of his hand finally, reaching for her door but once again, Eddie rushes out to beat her to it like a bat out of hell.

She shakes her head with an affectionate smile, taking his hand again once outside and carefully treating through the lightly shovelled snow leading up to his trailer. He helps her out of her coat and hangs it up for her, leaving her to kick off her boots and awkwardly stand in his main room. It’s a lot more put together than the last time he visited. like he planned to invite her over, so it was clean this time.

“You want anything to eat?”

She shakes her head, “no… honestly I’m too nervous to eat anything right now.”

“Oh, why?” He moves into her space, hands on her shoulders, slipping down her arms while pulling her in closer.

“You’re handsome and you want to kiss me and I have no idea what I’m doing and— and,” she stops with a sigh and a shrug.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he says with so much affection his smile makes his cheeks hurt. His eyes glisten back at her, and he shakes his head ever so slightly, amazed that she likes him back this much. “You don’t need to be nervous, there’s nothing you could do that would make me stop liking you at this point.”

She takes the plunge this time, she presses her lips against his, holding his waist she wraps her arms around his back and holds him there. He’s shocked at first and then he settles, hand coming up to cup her face as he kisses back. She’s not completely sure what she’s doing, but she’s seen enough movies to imitate what she’s seen. He smiles into the 4th or 5th peck she presses to his lips and pulls back.

“Do you want to go sit down?”

“Like in your room?”

“If you want?”

She nods, cautious as ever but she wants to spend the whole night kissing him. He walks her down the hallway, into his dark room where he flicks on his side table lamp to show off his perfectly made bed and clean-ish room. “Welcome back,” he teases.

“You planned this,” she calls him out. “Did you know you were going to kiss me at work today?”

“Not at all,” he assures her, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. Legs spread so she could stand between them, and she brushes her hands through his hair while he looks up at her. “I was going to ask you to come over, yeah, but kissing you was a surprise to me too… I like you so much it’s fucking crazy.”

“I like you just as much,” she leans in, bumping their noses together with a smile. “You want to teach me how to make out?”

He laughs, scooting up to the head of the bed, resting against the headrest, “you want to lie down or sit in my lap, or what?”

“Um,” she bites her lip, deciding to be daring, she kneels on the bed and straddles his lap. “This is good, right?”

“Absolutely,” he rests his hands on her hips, smoothing his thumbs over the fabric of her pants. “I just want you to be comfortable, princess.”

She rests her forearms on his shoulders, hands in his hair, and she brushes his bangs out of his face to get a good look in his eyes. His big beautiful chocolate brown eyes that she loves so fucking much. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

He shakes his head lightly, “no…”

“There,” she smiles. “You get my first kiss and I get to tell you how pretty you are—

“You can have all my other firsts too,” he whispers, selling his soul to her in the way he stares at her. She knows he’s giving all of himself to her at that moment. “You can have all of me.”

“I— I uh, I think we can start with kissing,” she frightens right up again.

“Sorry,” he runs his hands up her back gently, “I’m not expecting anything… I just wanted you to know there’s a lot I haven’t done with anyone either, I’m just as new to this. We’re on the same level.”

“Not yet,” she finally leans in for another kiss, holding his face in her hands to keep herself steady more than anything.

He licks at her bottom lip, it’s strange but she follows his lead, coming back in with an open mouth their tongues touch for a moment and then he sucks on her tongue. Again and again, they both come back in, exploring each other's mouths while his hands trail up and down her back and she plays with his hair once again.

She doesn’t mean to grind against him, but her hips take over like they have a mind of their own as the pace and rhythm are set with through tongues. He moans into her mouth, pulling back with a shade of embarrassment painted across his cheeks. “sorry…”

“It’s fine,” she’s a little breathless, so enamoured with him.

He stares back at her fondly, taking in how cute she looked with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, he smiles, “you’re good at this…”

“Feels like it,” she teases, making him think she can feel how hard he’s getting under her and he panics.

“You don’t have to sit on me if it’s uncomfortable, I did’t mean to—

“To what?”

“Get hard…” he whispers, “it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh,” she hovers and looks down between them, more turned on, herself, than she realized, as well. “Oh.”

Maybe I am ready to do this…

She settles back down against him and shakes her head, “no, I’m not uncomfortable… it— it’s nice to know I did that, actually.”

“Can I just—“ he reaches between them and adjusts himself because it was a bit uncomfortable for him, he was hanging to the left and thats where her thigh was rested, and now he’s right under her… “sorry, it hurt a bit.”

“Sorry,” her cheeks heat up, she can feel his girth through his jeans, she has to fight every single urge not to grind down against him again, but she knows it would feel good.

For both of them.

“It’s okay, kiss me again?” He begs, pulling her closer.

Their lips collide again but with much more passion and need this time, knowing what she’s doing a bit better, she’s all over him this round. Biting his lip, making him whine, tugging on his hair, she grinds against him again, not so by accident because his hands on his hips help glide her over himself perfectly. She does it again this time, he gasps into the kiss and rests his forehead against hers as she does it again and again, dragging her hot core over his aching, clothed, cock. There’s so much friction from their jeans, they feel like total fucking teenagers dry humping in his bed like they can’t get enough of each other.

He kisses her jaw and down her neck, he sucks on her pulse point which makes her moan, it's so sweet and sexy that his cock twitches under his jeans in response. She feels it and whines, wanting more from him but not knowing what… it feels so fucking good she wants to just say fuck it and let him take her right here and now, but she’s still scared.

She grinds down a bit harder, the seam of her pants rubbing against her clit just right. “Oh my god,” she’s so out of breath, it feels too good.

“I’m gonna cum in my jeans if you keep this up,” he warns her, breathing against her neck between kisses.

“Me too,” she assures him, doing it again and again, she tugs on his hair to bring his mouth back to hers, wanting to be kissing him when it happens.

His hips come up to meet hers, his hands on her ass this time so he can help her press against him as hard as she can each time she grinds down against him. Her legs tremble a bit, his breathing sputters, and they’re a completely sweaty mess with too many clothes on.

She feels the all too familiar heat build in her stomach and spread throughout her body as she cums with a long drawn-out sigh, which ends more like a moan as he finishes underneath her. His grip on her ass tightens, and he groans deeply as his hips sputter under her, their foreheads resting together as they catch their breath, eyes still closed.

She feels so weightless and free, resting her head on his shoulder instead and cuddling into his chest. “Oh my god?”

His chest still rising and falling heavily, he laughs slightly, “wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either…” she sighs, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But I liked it.”

“Me too,” he can’t help but smile. His hands roam all over her back, holding her close and soaking up the moment as long as he can. “You wanna stay here tonight?”

She nods against him, not at all ready to leave his side. “I would love to.”

Slowly but surely, they get up, he lets her use the bathroom first, giving her some boxers of his and a t-shirt to wear when she comes back out. He changes quickly in his room, hiding all the evidence of what happened in his dirty laundry hamper. He matches her in a new pair of underwear and the same shirt from before, smiling when she comes back into his room with her things in her hands. She rests them on his dresser, she’d have to wear them again tomorrow when she goes home.

“You’re so cute in my things,” he compliments her, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her forehead a few times.

“Thanks,” she giggles, completely blown away still that this is all real and he’s her’s and it’s happening.

They get into bed, and she snuggles into him the same way he did with her just last week with the lord of the rings. It’s cute, it feels right, and she feels at home in his arms. He runs his hands over her back. He kisses the top of her head a few times, she plays with the hem of his shirt in her hands and eventually slips her hands under his shirt to play with the slight dusting of hair on his tummy. They’re so content together it’s like they’ve always been this close.

And they always would be too.

part two

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Javier Peña

pedro pascal has me in a chokehold and i'm not gonna apologize for it. take this smut. also, this is basically just a self insert cause i couldn't help myself

Summary: All alone at a bar after being stood up by a blind date, you catch Javier's lustful eye.

Warnings: self insert basically (I'm half Mexican so...yeah, I made reader Mexican too. sue me), alcohol and drug consumption, dancing and leaving no room for Jesus (grinding), SMUT (MINORS DNI), one night stand, fingering, oral (m!receiving), spanking, kinda mean dom!Javi

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You didn’t think your night could get any worse.

First, you get all dolled up just to be stood up by your date, then the friend you came to the club with abandoned you to hook up with some random guy. You hoped you’d at least meet someone here to soothe your bruised ego, but there weren’t any takers or anyone that met your standards. Yeah, tonight seemed like it would be a bust.

Unbeknownst to you, across the bar, Javier Peña couldn’t keep his eyes off you. After a rough day on the job, his partner encouraged him to come to this club to blow off some steam. He was content just hanging out with Murphy, until he saw you. The expression on your face is what caught his eye first, the way you had a permanent frown and look of disappointment. He instantly knew you must’ve gotten stood up, or broken up with. Why would anyone stand up someone as gorgeous as you? He’d never know. He really thought you were. Gorgeous. The way your eyes sparkled in the club lights, the way your lips wrapped around the rim of your margarita glass, leaving a subtle red stain with your lipgloss. Of course, he couldn’t help but notice your attire; a dress just above knee length lined with lace, hugging the form of your torso but flowing around your hips. He followed the curve of your ass down your legs until he got to your freshly pedicured feet that sported wedges that matched the dress. He hated knowing that you must’ve gotten dressed up for nothing.

You were such a stunner, Javier didn’t even register Steve was even talking to him. “Sorry, what?” He tried speaking over the music blaring over the speakers.

Steve only laughed, shaking his head as he took a swig of his beer. “You’ve been eyeing that bird ever since we got here. Just go talk to her, man.”

Javier shook his head, turning back around to face his partner. “Nah, I came here with you. It’s fine.”

Steve gave him an unimpressed look, totally not believing him. “You’re so full of shit. Right now, I know the last thing you wanna be doing is spending time with little ol’ me when you could be chatting up a beautiful woman. I’m alright, thinking about heading home to my woman actually.” He finished his drink and started to get up before Javier could even respond. “Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it after the day we’ve had. See ya on Monday.”

“But, I-” Javi’s voice trailed out the farther Steve walked away, leaving him alone and slightly buzzed. He looked back over at you, somehow looking even more pitiful and on the verge of completely giving up on fun. He sighed heavily before chugging the rest of his beer. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t hear the approaching footsteps over the music, getting startled out of your thoughts when you heard a voice from beside you. “Te ves como si te estuvieras divirtiendo.” The man beside you said, his voice straining a little so you could be able to hear him. At first glance, you thought about leaving right away, but once you got another look, this man was actually pretty attractive. He was tall, gruff looking, but his smile was sweet.

You smiled apologetically. “Lo siento, no hablo español.” You cursed yourself for never learning Spanish.

“Oh, no problem. I’m originally from the States, so. You’re not Colombian?”

“Mexican, actually.”

“Ah, muy bien.”

You giggled, taking a sip of your margarita to calm your nerves in front of this very handsome man. “Spent my whole life around Hispanics and never seemed to pick it up. My father is very disappointed in me.” His laugh made a blush bloom across your cheeks, but thankfully the lights in the club were dim enough to make sure he couldn’t notice.

“What are you doing in Colombia?”

“Holiday, invited by a friend.”

“And what brings you to this club tonight? Got a hot date?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

You huffed. “Well, I was supposed to meet someone here, but he was a no show. I came here with my friend too, but said friend has ditched me tonight.”

His eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “They left you after you got stood up?”

“Oh, no, she wouldn’t do that. I told her she could, but that was before I was ghosted. She’s probably back at our hotel getting dicked down right now. So, I figured I’d stay here a while to give her some privacy or snag someone here for myself.”

“Any takers?” Javier already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

You sighed with a sad smile. “Nope. I’m completely alone here.”

He leaned in closer to you, resting his forearms on the bar stand. “Well, not anymore. Can I buy you a drink?”

You smirked. “I don’t even know your name.”

He reached out his hand. “Javier Peña.” You closed the gap, taking his course, warm hand in yours. He grinned as you told him your name, as if you just told him the secret of life. “Bonita. Two whiskeys, por favor.” He spoke to the bartender. Oh, this guy was good.

“You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” You giggled.

He shrugged. “Have to be in my line of work. Plus, if I wasn’t, I’d never get laid.” You almost spat out your drink. Well, bold was an understatement.

“And what line of work would that be?”

Javier seemed to hesitate at that, scrunching his face in a frown for a brief second. “DEA Agent.” You nodded in acknowledgement, your expression plain so he couldn’t guess what your stance was. You weren’t running away immediately, so that was a good sign.

Throughout the next hour or so, you both talked each other’s heads off. Each of you telling each other about your work, hobbies, likes and dislikes, even some political stances (the alcohol may have loosen your tongues).

Then, your eyes lit up as a popular Spanish song sounded through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” You beamed, your body instantly swaying to the beat in your chair.

Javier smiled, stepping away from the bar and extending his hand. “Dance with me?”

“You’re just gonna assume I know how to dance?”

“You’re Mexican, aren’t you?”

“Half.” You chuckled nervously.

He shrugged, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the stool you were sitting on. “You’ll be able to keep up. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He purred, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. Oh, he was trouble.

You let out a surprised squeal as Javier spinned you around with his hand before getting into the dance. The song was more fast paced, so you both settled on a messy salsa. Javier led you well, laughing off whenever you accidentally stomped on his foot. You had taken a salsa class before, so you weren’t too terrible. But you could tell Javier could’ve looked much better with a more experienced partner. But he didn’t choose someone else, he chose you. “See? You’re not that bad!” He shouted over the music, causing you to grin.

“Well, you’re an excellent dance partner.”

As the energy died down and a slower song came on, you and Javier stepped closer together, wrapping each other’s arm around the other as you started to sway to the music. Your heart thumped in your chest as he looked down on you with those dark, mysterious eyes. He didn’t even try to hide every glance down to your lips or your chest that was pressed up against his. Taking a look around, all the other couples on the dance floor were in similar positions, most making out which caused a blush to form on your cheeks. Javi seemed to notice as he smirked, stepping back to twirl you around, pulling your back against his chest, still keeping up with the beat.

“And what about this song? Is this another favorite?” He spoke against your ear, eliciting a shiver down your spine as you felt his breath fan across your skin.

You shook your head. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“Oh, it’s a great song. It’s about getting to know a woman’s body for the first time.” Your eyes widened. “What she likes, how she likes to be touched, learning if she likes it slow…or rough.” You silently gasped as Javi gripped your hips tightly, pulling your ass against his pelvis, bringing one hand to press against your lower stomach. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the music or maybe it was just you, but you subtly smirked as you grinded back against him, a soft groan escaping from his lips as he tightened his hold against you.

“That does sound like a great song. I bet you know all about that, hm?”

“I am a fast learner.” He growled, running his tongue up the side of your neck, instinctively allowing your head to loll back to rest against his shoulder. You bit your bottom lip to keep in a moan that threatened to escape as his teeth dug in gently. You smiled as you felt Javier’s bulge against your ass, the music allowing you to grind against him without raising any brows.

“Should I guess what you like?”

He hummed. “If you come back to my apartment with me, you won’t have to.”

You turned back to face him, a bright smile on your face. “Will you be gentle?”

He smirked darkly. “I don’t think that’s what you want, querida.”

The both of you didn’t waste any more time in that dance club. You felt your arousal pool in your underwear as Javier all but dragged you outside to slam you against his car, his lips already brushing against every piece of exposed skin he could find before kissing you roughly, his mustache tickling. You moaned at the intensity of it, not having been laid in a long, long time. But you couldn't get too ahead of yourself, you weren’t at his apartment and you were still in public, but by how handsy Javier was being, you figured it didn’t bother him. “Are we going to your place or should I just take off my panties right now?” You giggled as you gently pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length.

“Sorry. I don’t normally take my time…” He whispered breathlessly, placing a feather light kiss on your cheek.

You smirked. “I have some weed if that’ll make you relax.”

Javier narrowed his eyes and pinched your side playfully, making you wince. “You know, I could arrest you for that.”

“Yeah. But from the hard on that pressing against me right now, you really want to get in my pants. Can’t fuck me when I’m in a jail cell.”

“I can be creative.” You let out a whimper as he smacked your ass hard, groping the fatty flesh through your dress before reaching behind you to open the passenger side door of his truck. “Get in.”

You chuckled at his demanding tone, clearly worked up, but you didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore so you obeyed. You almost flinched as he slammed the door shut, speed walking to the other side of the car and starting the engine as soon as he got in. On the road, Javier extended his hand towards you, palm facing it. You raised a brow in confusion. “The drugs.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Seriously? It was a joke. I don’t have any weed.”

Javier looked you up and down with a glance before a smirk came to his face. “So you wouldn't mind if I search you?”

“Where would I ever hide it? My bra? My cunt?”

“Scared I’ll find some?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, shifting in your seat to slightly face him, leaning up against the door as you removed your underwear but keeping your dress covering your modesty. “I’ve got nothing to hide, sir.”

Javier’s eyes darkened as he glanced between you and the road. There wasn’t much traffic, so he figured he could get away with it. He reached his hand over and patted your torso down, reaching further and further until he got to your breasts, kneading the flesh softly until his fingers dipped in past your dress and bra. You sighed out as he roamed your tits, pinching your nipples until they hardened. “All clear?” You teased, squeezing your thighs together to get some friction.

“Not yet. I have one more place to check.” You tried not to shiver as his hand trailed down your body, lifting the hem of your dress out of the way and pushing your legs apart to lay his eyes on your glistening pussy. You could hear a soft growl from him as he slid one of his fingers through your slit, your wetness gathering at your entrance quickly. “Been a while, has it?” You gasped as his middle finger started to press against your clit, heat rushing to your face and neck, contrasting against the cold window your head rested against.

“A bit, yeah.” You exhaled shakily.

Stopping at a red light, Javier’s eyes were fixed on your face as he inserted two of his fingers inside you, watching the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head briefly as your lips parted in a moan. He groaned, curling his fingers rhythmically and trying to stretch you out preemptively. “So fuckin’ tight, babygirl. Squeezing my fingers so hard.” Well, it was hard not to when his fingers were so thick and long. He definitely was an expert in this field, finding that place inside you that always had you panting and whining, which is exactly what you were doing as he paired the thrusts of his fingers with his thumb circling your clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good Javier.” You moaned, holding on to the dash for dear life as you tried not to squirm too much.

“Call me Javi.” A sudden honk of a horn jerked you and Javier out of the moment, the spotlight turned red minutes ago, causing the car behind to lose their patience. You giggled as he cursed in Spanish as he sped off, faster than before, anxious to feel all of you. With his fingers still inside you, Javi hastily parked his vehicle on the street outside his apartment, ripping off his seatbelt to lean over to kiss you sloppily. “You were close before, weren’t you?”

You nodded with a whine, the windows starting to fog with your panting breaths. You held onto his shoulder as he forced you to that peak once more, just the right move to push you over the edge. “Javi, fuck-!” You whimpered, the wet squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you echoing in the truck.

“So wet.” He chuckled darkly. “Gonna come on my fingers, querida?”

“Yes. Yes, Javi!” You moaned loudly, heat taking over your whole body as you rode out that wave of ecstasy on his fingers. Javier groaned as he watched your face contort in pleasure, it almost making him come in his jeans untouched. He grinned as he watched your slick coat his fingers and pool into his palm, pulling his hand away to see your cunt make stringy cobwebs of cum. “All clear on those drugs, agent Peña?” You joked when you noticed his oblivious fixation.

He chuckled softly. “I don’t know. I think you’ll need to join me in my apartment for a further evaluation.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Your hands shook as Javier led you up the stairs to his apartment with heavy and hot gazes towards you, almost to make sure you were following him. Like you’d ever want to leave with the promise of getting laid. He seemed to be antsy like you, fumbling with his keys and having to take a deep breath before unlocking his door. But once you stepped over the threshold, all possible nerves promptly left his body as he pinned you to his wall and kissed you passionately. You whined as his hands wandered until they gripped onto your ass, grinding his clothed erection against you.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you, hermosa.” He growled before latching onto the crook of your neck with his teeth.

“Then don’t.” You whispered shakily, palming his bulge which elicited a low, deep groan from him, the noise causing a pang of arousal to resonate through your entire body. You wanted to hear more, but Javi grabbed your wrist.

“So eager, babygirl. Want me to make you come again that badly?” He chuckled mockingly when you nodded. He led you to his bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of his bed with his lips latched onto yours. “Wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock.” He hummed as he unbuttoned his jeans. Your eyes widened and mouth watered as Javier took his cock out, thick and long. Obviously his jeans had hidden its actual size, you didn’t know if you’d be able to fit it inside. “Think you’ll be able to take it?”

“I’ve just never had someone as big as you, Javi.” That seemed to make him smirk with pride.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll go easy on you. First, at least.” Javier gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, suddenly feeling intimidated by his domineering stature; but it only turned you on even more. “You wanna suck my cock, princess?” You smiled in reply, licking your lips and leaning forwards to lick up the small bead of precum gathered on his slit, the action making him hiss softly. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on it gently. “Oh, you’re a tease, huh?” You yelped as Javi grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled harshly, taking advantage of your surprise and shoving his cock in your mouth. You instantly tried to relax, sucking on him until he let out a lovely moan. “That’s it. That’s it…good girl.”

His praises and moans went straight to your core, making you even needier than before. He sounded so pretty. Even if your jaw started to ache, you wanted to keep hearing his breathless noises of pleasure. You made a pretty picture, Javier thought. Your lips and tongue around his cock, looking up at him with tears spilling out the sides of your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, your moans of exertion causing a delightful vibration. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. He needed to fuck you. Now.

You gasped as Javier pulled you off his dick, kissing you roughly before removing his shirt, your lips upturning in a smile as you admired his body. “Clothes off and lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He ordered, and you had no problem obeying, might’ve even been a bit too eager, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your face flushed with heat as his gaze fixed on your breasts, licking his lips and smirking. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous, baby.” You giggled as he pounced on you, sloppily kissing you while positioning himself in between your legs.

You bit your lip as Javier rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, gasping as the head nudged your clit. “Want you inside me so bad, Javi.” You whispered, one hand cupping the side of his face and the other bracing yourself on his shoulder as he started to slowly push in. Your head fell back to the pillow beneath you with your mouth open in a moan, Javi fully sheathing himself inside your velvety walls.

“Fuck, babygirl.” Javier groaned, his brows furrowed, trying to restrain himself from plowing into you right away. He had a vice grip on your hip, while his other hand was groping your tit. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me harder, Javi, please.” You whined, canting your hips upwards to try and get more friction, but he roughly pinned you down with his hands.

“Ain’t gonna last long if I do that.”

“I don’t care. Please.” You begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Javier growled as he pulled out of you, flipping you over on your front, head down and ass up, pushing himself back in your pussy harshly, setting a cruel pace. “Fuck!” You groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in a pleasured haze. He fucked you hard and slow, each thrust making you jerk and cry out every time he hit the ends of you, a loud slapping skin against skin noise echoing through his entire apartment. You’d be surprised if his neighbors didn’t come banging on his door telling you to keep it down.

“You like this better, slut?” He mocked before letting out moans of his own, the new position one of his favorites, that much you could tell.

“Yes. God, yes, Javi!” You started to prop yourself up on your elbows, but Javi pushed you back down, keeping your face pressed against the pillow.

“Keep your fuckin’ head down.” He demanded, grunting loudly with every thrust. “Anything else you wanna complain about, sweetheart?”

“Can you…can you spank me, please?” You couldn’t see him from your position, but he grinned, followed by a couple hard slaps to both your ass cheeks, making you moan in appreciation. You could tell he enjoyed spanking you, since he did it often, your skin throbbing and raw but it felt so good. His grip on your hip he used as leverage started to turn painful as opposed to the pressure it previously felt, just knowing you’d have plenty of marks afterwards, and you couldn’t wait to see the masterpiece of bruises he left on your skin in the morning.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re making it real difficult to keep it together. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer.” You lifted yourself with your arms, trying to turn yourself on your back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanna watch as you come.” You smiled sweetly. Now how could Javi deny you when you looked like that? He allowed you to turn over, then he sat up on his haunches and wrapped your legs around his waist. He looked so fucking angelic from this angle, looking down at you with a pleasure ridden face, the sweat coating his body making him shine, his hair disheveled and a dark look his in eyes. The sight paired with his ruthless thrusts, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you, made your second climax of the night get closer and closer, you could almost taste it.

Javier watched as goosebumps rose all over your body, your nipples hardening and your walls clenching around him tightly, signaling you were close. If it weren’t for how close he was as well, he’d surely have an arrogant smirk on his face from how drunk you were getting off his cock. “You gonna come for me again, querida?”

“Yes, Javi!” You cried, your body starting to shake uncontrollably as the first shock waves of your orgasm washed over you. “Oh my god, fuck, I’m coming!”

Javier let out a strained moan as your walls pulsed around him, soaking his cock and your face contorting in pure euphoria. He couldn’t resist grabbing ahold of your hand, giving you an anchor to ground yourself as you came down from your high, additionally giving him something to hold on to as he started to reach his own climax. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside…” You whispered breathlessly. “Come inside me, Javi. I want it. I need it.”

Javier grunted loudly as his warm ropes of cum painted your walls, his muscles tensing and soft whimpers escaping his mouth as he stilled inside you, panting as if he’d just run a marathon. He surprised you by kissing you softly, then your chin, cheek, and finally your forehead. Much more tender than he previously was. You almost whined at the loss of contact as he laid beside you, immediately lighting a cigarette, offering you one, but you politely declined, claiming you had your own. Instead, you slightly sat up in the bed and pulled out a joint from your bag, smirking to yourself as you knew he’d throw a fit.

You took glances over at Javier as you lit up your joint, resisting the urge to laugh as his eyes widened at the smell, immediately snapping his head towards you with furrowed brows. “Are you really smoking grass in front of me right now?” He scolded. “Seriously? You lied to me.”

You smiled. “What’re gonna do? Handcuff me?”

His eyes darkened, setting down his cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over to hover above you.“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You only replied by taking a puff of your joint and blowing the smoke in his face. You whimpered as he kissed you hard, biting your lip until he broke skin. “You know marijuana is a gateway drug?”

“Oh, shut up!” You chuckled, putting out your joint so you could focus on kissing him. “You really gonna arrest me, Javi?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, just…just don’t do it around me, alright?”

You raised a brow playfully. “Oh, so this wasn’t just a one time thing?”

He didn’t meet your gaze. “I mean, not if you want it to be. I was going to ask if you wanted to, ya know, do this again sometime?” He spoke softly, looking back up at you with a hopeful expression.

You giggled giddily, feeling like a teenager who just got asked out by your crush. The grin that stretched across Javi’s face at your reaction made your heart thump in your chest even faster. “Of course, Javi. I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, kissing you one more time.

You smirked. “Hey, maybe you could use your handcuffs on me next time.”

“Whatever your heart desires, querida.”

fuck sake

#narcos #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x fem!reader #javier peña imagine #javier peña smut #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena smut

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sabersandsnipers · 7 months

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Drabble: Dancing With Astarion

Request: Hello!! I saw your just one bed drabbles post accidentally but oh so fell in love with your kinda laconic but at the same time very expressive and well paced writing style, I never felt so inspired to grab my stylus and go wild, thank you so so much <3

I was wondering how would you imagine Tav/reader dancing with Astarion?

A/N: I totally am hearing Kingdom Dance from Tangled as the song playing here!

The melody that plays is fast paced. The quick beat of the stringed instruments causes your feet to almost start moving of their own accord. The tune is uplifting and hopeful, making your heart feel like it could soar.

Everyone in the tavern grabs a partner and rushes to the cleared area in the center of the room. Karlach and Wyll start spinning and swaying along to the beat, dancing around each other in graceful movements. Your eyes dart to Astarion, even though you’d never have the guts to ask him.

But his eyes meet yours. Your heart stops. You pretend not to notice as he slowly makes his way to you. You play with the fringes of your sweater. When you feel his presence beside you, you finally look up to meet his gaze.

“What is it?” You ask, feeling rather shy under his intense gaze.

“Would you care for a dance?” He offers, nodding his head toward the couples across from you.

Your stomach somersaults with nerves. Does he actually want to?

Noticing your hesitation, he places a hand on the small of your back and nudges you forward. “Come on.”

He escorts you to the makeshift dance floor. His hand feels like fire against your back.

Your feet are quick to match the beat. The music is so freeing, so easy to step to. Astarion spins you out and pulls you back in. The quick pacing makes it feel like you two are flying.

Every time his hands meet your body, tingles spark along your skin. It’s thrilling, how close he gets to you. The gorgeous smile he has on his face almost makes you trip over your feet.

Time seems to slow for just a moment, as you force yourself to memorize this moment. The feeling of Astarion’s cool fingers against your exposed skin, and the way he looks at you as he lifts you in the air. The feeling of his hands on your hips, and the soaring sensation that lifts you even higher.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion imagine #astarion x reader

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monzaaasharl · 1 month

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Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? She's a musician. Saying ''i love you'' in-between kisses and playing with their partner's hair after a busy week. Then, their child, Jack joins them when they're dancing together. Add something else to it if it's not right. Just something fluff and sweet. Tag me later. Thanks!!!

Music to my ears

A/n: This is kinda cute tho wtf

Pairing:: Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Genre:: fluff

@pear-1206

Y/n was humming a melody softly to herself as she was trying to imagine how the song sounded when she heard someone coming through the front door.

"We're back!" Her husband announced as he'd just picked Jack up from school.

"I'm upstairs!" She shouted to let him know where you were.

She sighed in annoyance because these notes just weren't matching up, and she was too tired for this.

"What's wrong?" Toto asked out of concern.

"It's so difficult, it doesn't sound like how I want it too" She complained.

"Play it for me, I'll tell you if it sounds good"

Reluctantly, she decided to let him listen to what she'd done so far and she played the recording.

It was only instrumental at the moment, she hadn't figured out any lyrics yet, that was always the most tricky part for her.

Toto looks over at her and signalled to her to stand up and walk into his arms, she did so without second thought.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist. Slowly swaying in each other's arms whilst listening to the song playing in the background.

He kissed the top of her head as they slow danced.

"I love you so much, my dear", he spoke in an almost whisper.

She felt her cheeks heat up from his comment despite having heard it everyday for many years.

"I love you too, my love", she replied giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Meanwhile, Jack came running in and wrapped his arms around both of their legs. Toto bent down to pick him up, and placed him on his hip.

Jack leaned his lead into the crook of his father's neck, tired after a long day at school.

Y/n dropped her head onto her husband's shoulder and looked at her sleepy son with a smile on her face.

Toto looked back at her with an equally happy look and kissed her softly, however Jack didn't seem to like this.

"Daddy, ewwww!"

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blippymilk · 4 months

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Clay Headcannons (Romantic)

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Warnings: None

A/N: I love Clay so much so I genuinely enjoyed writing this 🤗

✩ The best boyfriend you could ever ask for hands down

✩There’s quite litteraly no one like Clay

✩ You fell first but he definitely fell harder

✩ Words of affirmation + physical touch kinda guy

✩ In the beginning of your relationship he’s not very touchy especially not in public

✩ But once he gets attached it’s over 🫡

✩ Always has to be touching you in some way

✩ Hand holding, waist hugs, neck kisses, and anything else you can think of

✩ Even when he’s working in his office he doesn’t mind you sitting on his lap as he works

✩ You had to be the one who could convince this man that it’s ok to be serious AND fun sometimes

“But what if people think I’m too silly again? My fun boy Clay days are over.” :((

“But there’s also nothing wrong with having fun from time to time too sweetie.”

✩ Wasn’t very open to expressing his emotions before he met you

✩ You had to let him know that it was ok to rant to you (and he’s still adjusting but he’s way better at it now)

✩ Please join his sad book club ok >:((

✩ Best dancing partner. EVER.

✩ If you’re at a party with Clay and there’s a dance floor

✩ Everybody getting left in the dust. Including you after a period of time 😭

✩ This man has past experiences with his boy band so he never lost his moves. If you can push him out of his comfort zone for the night, he’s gonna end up the center of attention.

✩ Clay’s not no mean troll, but he will got to war for his s/o and that’s a fact

✩ He can be very extra without realizing it, especially with the little details (bcs that’s just who Clay is :D)

✩ Don’t let him catch you singing any of his Brozone songs (especially his part). He will be all over you for the rest of the day, teasing you and kissing every inch of your face until no area goes untouched

✩ Wanna get Clay flustered? Tell him he has a beautiful voice and you love to hear him sing

✩ Will 100% start humming to you before bed

✩ You’re the reason Clay started to let up and not focus on working 24/7, 24 hours a week. And Viva noticed that (and she thanked you for helping him relax bcs she’s tired of seeing him stress)

✩ But also please thank him for working so hard to become a licensed CPA. He loves the sound of his job and loves to hear you say it too.

✩ Definitely the big spoon when it’s time to get comfy at night. Being so much taller than you, he likes to consider himself “the one in control”

✩ Loves when you play in and take care of his hair like your own.

✩ Loves a good relaxing “spa” (self care) day. A day where you two, and ONLY you two get to sit back and treat yourselves. Facials, hair care, bubble bath, back massages, etc.

✩ Viva made you a matching sweater romper and you put it on for Clay. Let’s just say that was the best decision ever.

✩ Just like you do for him, he appreciates everything you do. Like no matter what it is, he supports you and he’ll be there every step of the way.

✩ You never have to worry a day in your life about Clay cheating, or finding “someone better”

✩ One time during whatever the situation was that had you guys dancing, you spun away from Clay and a new girl quickly replaced you for him to dip her. And he let her go as soon as she even slightly tilted.

“Clay, why did you drop her?!”

“She was kinda close to me and I don’t know how you or I feel about that to be honest.”

✩ (dw he apologized after)

✩ Clay can be really serious. Or really, really, really, reallyyy, corny. 😐

“Babe, did you know my favorite word is universe? Because it starts with U-N-I.”

“Are you wifi? Because I’m tryna hook up.”

“I heard kissing is a love language. Tryna start a conversation?”

“Are you my grades as a kid? Cause your bad AF.”

“Oh my gosh- CLAY-!”

✩ Overall Clay is an amazingly sweet well rounded man

✩ Never lose him

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kalims · 9 months

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ㅤbromance

premise. bro... (romantically) also still no context but those who read part one first know

parts. one , two

featuring. malleus, jade

content. gender neutral reader

note. hi... malleus is so silly boo

malleus

bros the type to stare at you fondly as you do whatever, even if it's either you're rambling about something or just quiet. he is, going to stare.

bros the type to insist you go first in wherever, the cafeteria? you first :) what a gentleman

bros the type to observe from a distance if you're locked in a conversation with someone, he doesn't want to eavesdrop but you know... he has fae heritage so his ears pick up on words.

bros the type to get secretly jealous because no one's paid him this much kindness as you and he kinda just wants you to talk to him when you can.

bro understands that he can't stop you from mingling with other people but he can make you his, and him, yours.

bros always in two moods, always interfering to whisk you away for himself, or holding back for your sake.

bros the type to slow down in his steps when he spots you struggling to keep up with his long legs (if you do.) if not he still slows down purposely so you do too because it means he can prolong your time together.

bros the type to offer you a ride if he sees you tired. if you say yes, he just smiles and picks you up without warning. don't argue because he will in fact, not put you down.

bros the type to be grateful for anything you give. a seed? wow he can plant this and the grown life will be a reminder of your thoughtfulness to give him a gift!

bros the type to give you said gifts, that might be simple in your culture but has deep roots to romance in is.

bros the type to be quality time > physical touch kind of guy but he's not that picky, as long as you're with him there's practically nothing that can convey the extension of his love for you.

bros the type to hold himself back because if he doesn't. he's afraid he might scare you off when you hear about just how much he likes you.

bros the type to ramble about lilia about your 'greatness' while the former lets him whilst chuckling. (secretly wishing you goodluck because his darling son is definitely not going to let you off easily.)

bros the type to notice the slightest shift in your mood from your face alone. he notices a lot than he lets on, the poker face when you're angry, the silence when your sad... he has a way of telling whenever you change.

^ and he's not all but forcing you to let your feelings out. if you like to resolve your feelings by your own, he leaves you alone; even if he himself is just about sulking in his room at the dorm all day.

because he knows how important feelings are. he certainly can't fully understand what you're feeling but he knows that his love for you surpasses his constant need of your presence.

bro loves all versions of you, the mad you, the 'no one can see me like this' you, or whatever version of you that you think is embarrassing. but his favorite you? (hehe yuu) it's the happy you.

so he'll always strive for your content-ness. he knows that life is too short to be sad all the time, even if your happiness could be the cost of his, (e.g going somewhere you want but he dislikes) he's had a long time to be happy.

but he's really the happiest when you are :)

bros the type to go: "oh that reminds me of them," and everyone is SO tired like.. malleus we're in the middle of a magishift match stop daydreaming -probably leona but I made it less mean :P

bros the type to hand out his food when he sees you eyeing it, "want to try?" he says. then just gives you the entire thing when u end up liking it and buys like 2 more for you. (stop him or he will keep coming back to buy it.)

he isn't even sad nor upset he gave away his food!

bros the type to look for you whenever it's time to dance with your partner on the floor. pop, rap, those ballroom music, whatever he's dragging you out there.

don't even think about declining cause who can resist him when he's looking so happy to get to you first? (despite many other people wanting to dance with him.)

bros the type to think of you when he's playing the piano so whatever composition he's performing sounds like absolute heaven. (you'd be surprised at how much he'd learn midst his long years.)

bros music just sounds like the definition of a fairy tale, slowburn love. (ahem, he's so lana del rey coded but I'm listening to happiness is a butterfly as I write this so you can paint the pic :))

bros the type to prefer quality time over physical touch, in terms of receiving you don't really have to do anything for him. sure the reassurance of your affection is nice but you know what's even better? just the notion that you're here.

even if, bros the type to melt at any type of caress you give him. rubbing circles over his palm? actually that's his thing but he can forgive you. ruffling his hair at the top of his head? well. not much dare but aren't you an endearing human! he's chuckling but there's there's unmistakable relaxation of his tense shoulders.

in short he's just practically decomposing to putty in your arms :P

bros the type to give acts of service as a form of his affection. oh your dorm fell apart again as usual? don't even ask cause if he witnesses a part of the roof falling off, just quietly waves his hand then it's fixed and better than before!

bros the type to silently act out acts that just make your life easier overall, don't complain cause the most you'll get is him toning it down. he will NOT stop.

bros the type to watch himself in your eyes. if anything if you're both talking, the way he's looking into your eyes isn't because he's inclined to do so due to his polite manners. there's just something about the fact that he can see every single color in your iris, or maybe he can see the lovestruck expression etched on his face.

bros the type to laugh at every joke you make, even though he has to be told you're making a joke at all. imagine this, you make a joke, he just stares at you quite confused. you tell him it's a joke and he lets out the most delayed laugh you've ever heard, it's been 15 whole seconds after you spoke it and he's chortling.

it doesn't matter if he understands or not!! he'll never make you feel like your jokes are unfunny, or didn't lighten up his mood cause your existence alone makes him feel like he's practically shining.

bros the type to immediately slide his blazer off his shoulders the moment he notices you're starting to shiver, showing signs of feeling cold. don't worry ;) no need to return, he'll most likely forget and sebek would get him a new one in record speed. strangely his memory is all refreshed and full of pride when he sees it in your room.. have you perhaps been wearing it after that incident..?

jade

bros the type to show his affection through random gifts, he may be an acts of service lad but you know he just had to send you that (totally not poisonous, hopefully?) mushroom.

bro 'drops by to check on the healthcare of the mushrooms he gifted you' cause that's the only sole reason he's there… casually stays there for hours end despite him looking at it for 2 minutes and calling it a day.

bro just HAS to be the one serving your table if you happen to drop by monstro lounge for a quick meal or just there to enjoy the sights it has to offer. he was temporarily busy and someone already took your order? too bad. promptly tells the student to help someone else 'he's got it'

^ MY GUY JUST TRYNA EARN SOME MADOL.

if the definition of 'serving a dear, special customer' was even handing you your food that's been suspiciously accompanied by freebies.. then bros doing it cause apparently since you were a regular he figured it's a token of appreciation.

you're not sure if azul is even aware he's just casually handing out freebies on his own accord.

bros the type to just sit right in front you, watch you eat, without saying anything at all with a rather eery smile but there's nothing new about that. you're just questioning why he's just.. there. in your table instead of serving the lounge.

bro said "it is fine, business is slow today.." even though if you side eye to the left you could spot nearly all tables full and 3 residents scrambling to balance all of them alone..

literally just stares at you but bro answers if you ever start a conversion or ask a question to fill the silence. you'd think he'd leave you alone after you're finished but he PERSONALLY brings it to the kitchen and 'sees you out because that's what they do for all customers.'

that's a lie btw.

bros difference of 'that look' is absolutely nothing compared to the 'plotting something bad' face which is just slightly narrowed eyes, and a pointy wide smile. so you aren't sure if you should shit your pants (99% would cause you wouldn't know he'd be giving you the look)

bros the type to dust off the dirt in your clothes but you literally just dusted it off two minutes before you two met.

bro makes the most subtle excuses to touch you, AKA including the dusting off the non-existent dirt. he's smooth with it though.

bros the type to completely be focused on you, passing by a really loud classroom while you're talking? eyes are still on you even if the professor mentions fungus.

^ (50/50 tbh).

bros the type to let you play with his hair, particularly the black strands. hide it in his hat, clip it, braid it, add pins on it.. heck, he's genuinely elated you're giving that part attention from your day.

bonus points if bro just stares intently in your eyes as you're working, it's harder to not look back than styling the portion. it's hard cause his eyes are pretty intense, not to mention mesmerizing with the heterochromia.

bros the type to let you pick out music that plays in monstro lounge. azul always questions him why he heard the customers wondering about why CPR was playing but he always shrugs and says it's a new marketing trick.

not bro but when jade is in a bad mood floyd always uses you to 'cure him' and what do you know, he is acting all better but the problem is jade is still not talking to floyd but talking to you… sibling fight tingz.

not bro once again but when jade is intent on making a decision that gives azul a headache and heart attack simultaneously, the man nearly ALWAYS tells you to "wonder out loud about how yellow would not fit the carpet of the lounge."

bros the type to give you mushrooms instead of flowers. traditional gifts for first dates who?

bros the type to give you a MUSHROOM PLUSHIE instead of a teddy bear 😭 like jade we know you love breaking stereotypicals but please enough… you can't forget the mushroom ballpen he lended you.

bro has one of the most prominent presence in the entirety of NRC but is amused when you're totally unaware of him creeping up behind you. thinks it's funny and cute, and keeps jumpscaring you at random periods of the day.

hey don't look at him like that, he just wanted to talk to you.. didn't mean to scare you.. 😊

note. commissioned piece :D don't repost anywhere else. (plz commission me I'm broke)

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Matthias Czernin

Does my little dance while screaming

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let the man recover first! No really, he needs a second to recover and come back to reality. He would be very into bathing right after, he will though enjoy skinship and needs to be given affection from you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Matthias, after the fire burns half of his body, tries not to think about it. Bad enough looks at Louis who looks perfectly undamaged while he is ugly. You have to tell him what you like about him, sit him down, and tell him your favorite parts of him. On you though, he likes your legs. Idk he seems like a legs or thighs guy

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I don't think he's a cum inside guy, he can when lost in the moment, but he rather cum on you so he can wipe it off or cum on the sheets that need to be changed anyway

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he would like dollification, listen, something about the control and trust you give that he can appreciate. He could dress you up, put the proper makeup on, tying you to the rope to hold you in place. The process is probably what gets him going before even the play starts, admiring his work.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin, sorry not sorry taking his virginity

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Would say riding or doggy style depending on his mood but also a mating press (i think it hot dbbdbd)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but he might laugh a bit if you are the type to be really happy during sex. It is endearing

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think cuz of the fire he has no hair (though i think he was one a bush not groomed)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Matthias prob is the romantic type but he has no experience in this field so be patient with him. Give him a chance, he is trying.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he has out of curiosity but then just didn't do it again because he couldn't cum and it annoyed him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dollification but also body worship (giving). But also he probably no idea what kinks are until you lol

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, he is a private person

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Idk whatever plot i makeup tbh

He would try impact play but the second he hit too hard that was enough for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. He needs to work up to receiving because of his dislike towards his body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is a building-up kinda guy but if you catch him on one of his bad days, he can be fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, and yes, you get the quickies on him. Blowing him because you definitely can have an oral fixation around him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try anything so long as you respect when he says no

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One or two rounds, listen HE IS TRYING gotta edge him

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would like using toys on you only but you could try it on him when he is comfortable with trying to be submissive

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He has to edge you, you outlast him and he needs you to crumble

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matthias tries to be quiet but is actually very vocal, very flustered when you point it out too

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Matthias is naturally dominant but he is giving. I say naturally because he needs something he can control, something stable that won't force him to change unless he allows it. But he does become open to be the giving submissive, now he is giving you his trust and control over him. It helps to praise him through it too, he needs that reassurance from his partner that he doesn't have to be perfect. Matthias has to be shown he can enjoy himself without worry.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's good just let him fuck you okay

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I don't think at first he has a high sex drive, it is probably very low. It's about average when you become his partner though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Out like a light lol but it is the best sleep of his life.

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ~ 10k ᴡᴏʀᴅs (exactly) ✧ nsfw ✧ minors dni!! ✧

slight voyuerism, overstim, threesome, super sweet aftercare uwu

truthfully was not a kuroo simp before this and then i wrote this piece and now i’m literally so in love with him absolutely so soft for him so take that as u will

"I have a question for you.”

Before you've even turned over to face him, before you can even see the expression on his face, the one that looks like he's trying so hard to hide the mischief and failing miserably, you know that this question will not be a simple feat. "Kinda ominous that you started out with that and not just asking me the question," you say, flipping over on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow, "but I'll bite. What's up?"

“We’re close enough for me to ask you this question, I think,” he says, matching your position, jaw resting in the palm of his hand as his elbow sinks into the pillow beneath him.

“Considering you were literally inside of me about 15 minutes ago, it worries me that you only think we’re close enough,” you retort.

"If you would be so willing," he starts, the facade already slipping and the real intent shining through as he ignores your comment.

You cut him off, squinting at him and trying to pinpoint what emotion exactly is floating to the surface. "Seems less so now, but go on..."

"I need your help with something," he states plainly, innocently, despite the fact that you know whatever else comes out of his mouth won't be.

"You sure are dancing around this question, Kuroo," you reply.

"I have this theory, right," he pauses, giving you just enough time for your brain to start to wander, but not enough time to flesh out the details, "centered around limits and, well, someone exactly like you." The smirk on his face is in full view now, no remorse and no concealing the way that the corner of his lip pulls upward towards his narrowed eyes or the way they scan you, slowly, but not critically.

“What kind of limits?” you ask, skeptical now and just as equally intrigued.

"Ones that involve you being completely naked and having a lot of trust in me and Tsukishima," he explains, as plainly stated as he possibly could for the words that he just spoke.

There are a million things that want to come out of your mouth, but the only thing that actually does is, "I'm sorry, what?" The shock doesn’t come from the thought of you being naked in front of him. You’ve done it plenty of times before and felt completely comfortable doing so. Honestly, you always have. It’s one of the perks of the fluidity of your relationship, the casualness of it all, more than friends, definitely not partners, some weird blend of best friends and fuck buddies.

It isn’t about the trust either; you trust both of them completely. It’s the combination of the two. The only time that you hang out with Tsukishima is around Kuroo or in big group settings. There are a handful of names that could’ve come out of Kuroo’s mouth that would have made more sense than Tsukishima, someone that you’ve barely had solo interactions with, let alone shown any sort of romantic or sexual interest, no matter how attractive you thought he was or how much sexual interest was actually there.

He doesn't respond, just gives you time to soak in what he's said, so you continue, "What do you mean by 'someone exactly like me', like it has to be me or…”

This time he answers straight away, looking directly into your eyes, giving you something to focus on as your head spins around the proposal. "It has to be you, but there's no pressure, is what I mean."

The vague praise makes a heat rise into your cheeks. Has to be you. You push past it, worrying that if you linger for too long, Kuroo will definitely start to notice. "But what kind of limits? You didn't really answer my que-."

“The more you know, the more prepared you'll feel and the less accurate and genuine your reactions will be," he explains, pausing to let you get the full effect of every single one of his words. "But you can trust me and Tsukki," he continues, "We'll take care of you."

You’re silent, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. And then it clicks. "Are you asking me if I'll have a threesome with you and Tsukishima? Is that what you're asking?" you blatantly pose, trying to figure out if this is some weird, convoluted way of approaching a difficult situation.

For the first time tonight, and maybe ever, you've shocked Kuroo, his demeanor faltering until he clears his throat. "Kinda? I guess," he starts, not really looking at you, but thinking, mulling over the question in his head before shaking it and back-pedaling, "I really want to test this theory that I have and Tsukishima agreed to be my assistant and," he turns the palm that’s not supporting his head upward and takes a deep breath, "will you help me?"

"Like, by take care of me, you mean...," you trail off, knowing that he’ll fill in the blanks without you having to reach for it.

He moves closer to you, smirking at your curiosity. "I mean exactly what you're thinking." He pauses, wondering if he should take it as far as the thoughts in his head, and then he does, “just like I did tonight.”

You rush to respond, to distract yourself from the feeling that’s rising into your core, the one that’s making your heart rate quicken and palms begin to sweat. “Yes, Kuroo, I will have a threesome with you and Tsukishima. All you had to do was ask,” you tease, your voice just as strong as you need it to be.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, short and light, before wrapping his fingers around your wrist gently, extending his fingers against your palm and stroking the soft skin. His entire aura changes in an instant, the cockiness and complex fading away, leaving behind a look of sincerity and concern. “Seriously, though, if you don’t feel comf-.”

Your response is instant, almost instinctual. "I trust you," you say because it's true.

His smile reappears, more confident now as he presses a quick kiss into the side of your hand, his eyes boring into yours as he does. “Good.”

The way that you were envisioning it, you were so absolutely sure that the science aspect of it would be pushed to the side. You knew that Kuroo was a science nerd at heart, sure, but there was no way that that would take priority over the fact that no matter how you sliced it, you were about to have a threesome with two very attractive men.

Walking into Kuroo's house feels exactly like every other time you've walked into Kuroo's house, nothing ominous or altered about it. You kick off your shoes in the exact same way, you call out Kuroo's name in the exact same way, you throw your things on the side table right next to the door in the exact same way, and yet, Kuroo doesn't greet you in the exact same way.

Kuroo doesn't greet you at all.

It's Tsukishima that you see first, and who sees you first, and it's only then that you realize how different tonight has the potential of being.

Still, you raise your hand in a nonchalant greeting, murmuring some sort of pleasantry that doesn't get returned to you. He only offers a small, "Hey." You can't get a good read on him, on whatever he's feeling, and it's so much different than Kuroo.

With Kuroo, you could read every emotion that he wore, even if it was only there for half a second. You're not sure if that's the result of who Kuroo is, how long you've known him, or how well you know him. Either way, it was a luxury that you didn't have with Tsukishima, his eyes looking you up and down, but not saying another word or giving way to whatever he was thinking.

You ignore his lack of reciprocation and ask him directly, "Do you know where Kuroo's at?"

"Sorry!" Kuroo calls from the other room, not letting Tsukishima answer, though you're not certain he would've. "I was finishing setting up. You're early."

"Yeah! Well, I made the first train so I didn't have to wait for the late one," you explain, the small talk feeling so foreign. "I hope that's okay," the courtesy also feeling very foreign. The air feels equally as foreign and you almost feel like you shouldn't be there.

And then Kuroo flashes a smile at you. He takes two quick, lengthy strides towards you, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning in close enough so that only you can hear him say, "Are you nervous?"

The unfamiliarity that was brought along by the possibility of rigidity fades away as soon as you feel Kuroo next to you, instantly feeling at ease again. You pull back from him, only a few inches to play into the question. “Why would I be nervous?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “Should I be nervous?”

"You don't have any reason to be nervous, no," Kuroo denies. He takes you by the hand and pulls you along with him. "Thanks again for agreeing to help out. Do you want to get started?"

The formality almost makes you laugh, and you're grateful for it. There is plenty about this situation that could have made you spiral, but just being around Kuroo is making you feel so much more at ease. "Absolutely," you confirm.

You follow him down the hall, your hand still in his despite the fact that you're pretty sure that you know his house layout better than your own. In fact, you're sure that if you were blindfolded, you could find your way to Kuroo's bedroom. The bedroom that you just passed.

You're about to open your mouth, to poke fun at him for missing his own bedroom or to wonder aloud why you were walking so far, but then he stops abruptly in front of a door.

"Your office?" you ask.

He nods, looking down at you and explaining, "Repurposed for testing."

His response surprises you, given the fact that up until this point you were still convinced that this was just a strangely-veiled setup for a normal threesome. The surprise doesn't have the chance to settle before more sets in.

He pushes open the door to his office, but it's not the same as it was the few times you've been in here before. The furniture is all pushed against the walls, making way for a long, steel table in the center of a perfectly white sheet on the floor. Beside it stood a matching, but significantly smaller, table holding a variety of neatly placed, and equally distanced toys. Your gaze doesn't remain on the table long, far more intrigued by the hinged lamp that was positioned next to it, pointed directly at the table, but turned off.

The scene in front of you is like nothing you expected. You outstretch your arm, fingers spanning until they make contact with the table. It's so much colder than you think it's going to be, the chill sending shivers up your arms and throughout your body.

Kuroo can see the overwhelm in your movements and reactions, so he reaches out his hand and places it on top of yours, combatting the feeling of cold that's transferring to your body so easily. "Is this okay?" he asks.

He's not talking about the hand placement, you know that. He's talking about the place that you're in, the company that's downstairs, what he's going to ask of you, to do to you, what the future holds. He curls his fingers around your own and withdrawals them from the table, fast enough for you to forget what the metal feels like against your skin, but not too fast as to startle you.

You remember back to the conversation that you had with him, how much he cared about you feeling comfortable and not pressured. You remember back to how Kuroo's been the entire time you've known him. And then he solidifies it.

"I meant what I said," he mutters into your shoulder, "We'll take care of you. You can trust us. I promise."

He places his hands on your hips, kissing up your shoulder gently and pulling you into him, your entire body weight resting on him. "Okay," you reply, letting yourself relax. "Yeah. I trust you."

You can feel the kisses against your skin turn to smiles before he turns you around to face him, the small of your back resting against the edge of the table. "Can I let Tsukishima undress you?" he asks, your body turning rigid at the unfamiliarity of the concept. "Please."

You don't reply, not fast enough at least, because Kuroo runs his hand up your body and places it under your chin, pinching it gently between his fingers. "What happened to trusting us, to letting us take care of you?" he asks, "Give up control, okay?"

“Okay,” you respond, maybe too quickly as you exhale the breath out of your lungs.

“Okay, what?” Kuroo asks, lowering himself so that he can look into your eyes more easily.

“Okay, I’ll give up control,” you explain. You wait for Kuroo’s response, but it doesn’t come. He stands there, eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he waits for you to continue. “Okay, I’ll let Tsukishima undress me.” Your cheeks feel warm as the words come out of your mouth.

Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge you, just turns his head towards the entrance, immediately calling out of the room for Tsukishima who appears in the doorway in an instant. “We’re ready.” Tsukishima replaces Kuroo in front of you so seamlessly as Kuroo moves to the smaller table, pushing things around ever so slightly.

“Turn around,” he says, quietly. The words aren’t nearly as loud and commanding as Kuroo’s, but you still want to follow every direction he says. His slender fingers grab the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards as his fingers scrape against your stomach, his hips pressed firmly against the back of you.

Despite how much of your skin that he’s touching and the goosebumps that it’s leaving behind, it all feels so precise, so scientific. You lift your arms, allowing Tsukishima to pull it over your head. You know that if it was Kuroo, your shirt would have been in a heap on the floor 15 seconds ago, but Tsukishima is taking his time, to tease you or not to make any mistakes, you’re not exactly sure. He straightens out your shirt, folding it in half, tucking the sleeves, and then folding it in half again, before setting it down gently onto the corner of the smaller table.

His fingers are moving with so much care, each tiny movement planned and meticulous, and it’s affecting you far more than it should be. He snakes his arms around your waist, unbuttoning your pants, pulling down the zipper, navigating through touch alone. The contact brings you a comfort you didn’t expect, relaxing into Tsukishima’s arms and resting yourself against his chest. You feel him tense, lose his poise, if only for a beat. He slides your pants off, hooking his thumbs into your underwear and dragging them down in the same motion.

His hands don’t linger longer than they need to, but God, do you want them to, wish they would hover over every inch of you just light enough so that you could feel their presence. He doesn’t even need to touch you. You just want him to be there. “On the table,” he directs, breaking you out of your escalating thoughts. He folds your pants with the same amount of care, in half, matching the hems, and then in half two more times, setting them on top of your shirt.

You listen without acknowledging, climbing onto the table. “On your back,” Tsukishima specifies. You nod this time, hands bracing the table as you lower yourself slowly until your back is flat against it.

You’re not sure what shocks you more, how cold the metal is or how hard it is. There’s no forgiveness in the solid sheet you’re lying on top of. You arch ever so slightly in reaction to the sudden change. Tsukishima’s hand lies gently on your stomach, pushing, not harshly, to counter your movement, until you’re flat on the table again, embracing the uncomfortability of the material.

It’s Kuroo, now, that towers over top of you, looking down at you with a look so void of lust and filled with authority and inquiry. You feel so exposed. You’ve been naked in front of Kuroo so many times before, but this feels like an entirely new experience. “I’ll explain,” Kuroo says, distracting you, if only for a moment, from how on display you feel.

“It all started with an observation,” he kneels down right next to your face. You turn your head to face him. His eyes are still, concentrating on yours as he speaks. “Sex with you is incredible.” And now you know why he keeps his eyes trained on yours, the effect showing so strong within them.

“So I was thinking, why is that? There are some obvious reasons,” he says, smiling as he pulls a reaction out of you once again, “but more than anything else, I think it’s because of how determined you are to hold off on your first orgasm.”

You blush at this, at the fact that he notices it in the first place and the fact that he’s saying it aloud with such pride. It doesn’t make complete sense, though, in your brain, why that would equate to the sex being incredible. He answers your unspoken question.

He stands up, no longer worrying about how affected you are by what he says. “You focus so hard, so intently, on not coming for as long as you can so that your first orgasm is unsurmountable. Am I wrong? That would be really awkward if I was wrong.”

You shake your head, because, of course, he’s not wrong. You’ve always loved holding it, thought it made the pay off so much sweeter, and it definitely did. He knew it too.

“So, then, I had a theory,” he says, walking to the foot of the table, placing both of his hands on each of your ankles, pulling them apart. “that you would stay so strong in the beginning, but then, as time goes on, you would crumble away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left.”

Your jaw falls open so subtly, but Kuroo notices, doesn’t try to hide his smirk as he does. “All you have to do,” he starts, “is wait to come for as long as you possibly can.” He runs his hands up your calves, massaging into them, and pushing up until he gets to the insides of your thighs. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, slowly at first, because you’re not even sure that the movements are conscious, but then you feel his thumb digging into your thigh, rubbing pressured circles into the muscle, and a verbal confirmation following a breathy whimper leaves your mouth.

“Great. Tsukishima, tell her the spiel,” Kuroo says, lifting his grip from off of your thighs so suddenly that another whimper breaks from your lips. Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge it as he starts picking things up from the table beside you.

“We’re working on a colored system. If at any time you’re feeling like something is moving into a place where it’s too much to handle, say yellow. We’ll stop, make sure you’re okay, slow down, adjust. If at any time, it’s too much and you need to stop for good, say red. We’ll stop, help you however you need to feel okay again,” Tsukishima explains, his hand resting on your arm the entire time, the touch helping you focus on every word.

“If you can’t speak, three firm taps, squeezes, contact of any kind, whatever you can manage. Just three, repetitive motions, okay?” he asks.

“Okay. Yellow, red, three touches. I got it,” you repeat, nodding along, and then tacking on a, “Thank you, Tsukishima.”

You’re so focused on Tsukishima’s words and the grasp that he has on your arm that you only notice Kuroo lowering himself next to you when he’s already there. He’s rubbing his thumb against the pads of his two fingers, pulling them apart meticulously as a string of liquid connects them together.

He reaches his hand down, careful not to get the liquid on anything other than where he’s aiming. His fingers hover between your legs, not making any contact yet, just lingering. He speaks at the exact moment that he dips his fingers between your lips, the coolness of the lube rivaling the metal on your back when you first came into contact with it, “I’m going to let Tsukishima fuck you first, okay?”

Air draws into your lungs quickly, a small, sharp inhale both from the words and the feeling. “Okay,” you reply.

Kuroo rubs the lube between your lips. He lets his fingertips graze over your hole, teasing it, gently prodding, but not inserting them, not yet. “More lube,” he says, pulling his fingers away from your hole, but still between your lips. He rubs your clit with the length of his digits, letting the bundle of nerves slide between the creases of his fingers as you watch them intently.

Tsukishima uncaps the bottle, letting a generous stream of lube pour onto your pussy, the excess dripping between your legs and onto the table. Kuroo adds another finger, rubbing the pads of them over top of your lips, repetitively moving them up and down until he slips the middle one inside of you.

“I’m going to stretch you out first,” he tells you, as he pushes as deep as he can go, his other fingers resting against your ass. Both Kuroo and Tsukishima are watching you so closely, your body language and your facial expressions and the way you move when Kuroo adds another finger and then another until his three fingers are slowly stretching you.

He slides his fingers in and out of you, reaching down with his other hand to rub your clit. You hum at the additional contact, feeling your own wetness add to the lubrication between your legs. Kuroo’s fingers feel so good, but they’re not deep enough. “Tsukishima’s going to fuck you now,” Kuroo says, no confirmation at the end of it this time. Still, you nod.

“Move to the end of the table,” Kuroo says as he removes his fingers from you. You listen immediately, scooching to the edge, legs dangling off of the side as Tsukishima positions himself between them.

Tsukishima has his fist around his cock, stroking the length steadily, rubbing lube over the top of his head as he moves closer to you. The unfamiliarity of it all is setting in, your breath quickening as Tsukishima places one hand on your knee, spreading your legs open even further. He rubs his head between your lips, letting your wetness spread over the tip before pushing inside of you.

He grabs the undersides of both of your knees, holding your legs up and pushing them into your chest as he gets deeper inside of you. He’s not as thick as Kuroo, but he’s so long. You let your head tilt back into the hard surface, gazing up at the ceiling as you concentrate on each inch being inserted inside of you.

He’s so deep and he just keeps getting deeper, pushing into you until his hips are directly against your thighs. You can barely catch a good breath, looking up at him, seeing the bliss in his eyes before he starts moving, pulling out slowly and pushing back in even slower.

You can feel it building up in your stomach as he continues the repetitive motions, but it’s nothing you can’t manage. You look directly up at Tsukishima, staring into his eyes as he thrusts in and out of you. You want to tell him to move faster, but you know that you should pace yourself, know that Tsukishima is probably giving you exactly what you need for how early it is in the night.

“Tell me, how long do you think you can hold it when you can’t breathe? When you’re concentrating on staying conscious instead of holding your orgasm?” Kuroo questions, positioned directly next to your face, pumping his fist around his cock. “Open.”

It’s like they’ve planned it. The second that Kuroo finishes the word open, Tsukishima starts fucking into you faster, holding you in place by your hips as he thrusts so deep inside of you. He lets you feel his entire length slide in and out of your hole, not sacrificing anything for how fast he’s getting.

You can barely part your lips before Kuroo’s head is between them. He pushes his hips forward, spreading your lips with his girth and your mouth feels so full so quickly. You weren’t a stranger to Kuroo fucking your throat. You both loved it. But there was something so different about it when you could feel another cock ramming in and out of you.

He pushes into your mouth slowly, your jaw opening as wide as it needs to compensate for how thick he was. You can feel the underside of his cock slide against your tongue, the head driving into the back of your throat, gently prodding at it before withdrawing.

It’s harsher this time, the thrust inside of your mouth. You can feel the spit coming from the back of your throat and coating him as he messily fucks your mouth, your lips stretching around him. His head rams against the back wall so rough that you gag violently. You can feel Kuroo stroking the sides of your face, his hands migrating down to your throat as he massages his thumb into your airway.

He pushes his cock as deep as it can go, your nose against his hip, but he doesn’t pull back this time. He just keeps it there, blocking any air that begs to come through. He reaches down, plugging your nose so that there’s absolutely no chance of you getting any oxygen. You don’t know what to concentrate on as your head feels lighter.

Tsukishima’s thrusts into you haven’t stopped, have only gotten more ruthless as he watches Kuroo abuse your throat. He’s so deep inside of you that you feel like you can feel him in your stomach, but the longer that Kuroo holds his cock in your mouth, the less you can feel it. Your eyes are shut tightly because you can’t see straight anyways, and your head hurts, and you’re opening and closing your fists because you’re starting to not be able to feel them.

“Switch with me, Tsukishima,” Kuroo says, pulling out of your mouth right before you would have pushed him off.

He moves so quickly, Kuroo, to get between your legs, and when he’s positioned there, he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He slides inside of you, grunting at how tight you are around him. He’s not as deep as Tsukishima was, but you can feel how much he’s stretching you already. “Fuck, Kuroo, I’m so fucking full, fuck,” you groan.

He fucks your tight hole faster than your throat, harsher than your throat. He’s being relentless, knowing that he’s the one that wants to make you come for the first time. He wants to be the one to feel you tighten, to ride your high with you.

But not yet. You focus on your Tsukishima’s cock in front of you, capturing his head between your lips and then sliding them down his length, taking him inside of your mouth and then as deep down your throat as you can manage, your fist stroking anything you can’t reach. You concentrate on how he tastes, the noises that escape him. You do everything in your power to ignore what’s going on between your legs, on the mess that Kuroo’s making of you, because if you thought about it, even for a second, you’d be coming all over him.

You concentrate on how your tongue swirls around the head and how the tip fits so perfectly in the slit. You concentrate on how your body twists so that you can massage his balls with your other hand while still stroking the rest of his cock steadily, building speed as you feel his balls tighten. You let his head glide against the back of your tongue, swallowing around him, letting your throat massage the length.

It doesn’t take much more of this meticulous care that you’re giving Tsukishima’s cock or the sight of your entire body bouncing from the force of Kuroo’s thrusts for Tsukishima to come down your throat. He grabs hold of your hair, moving your face at the exact speed that he needs as he uses your mouth just like Kuroo did.

You feel his cock pulse between your lips, your mouth a tight ring around him. It coats your tongue, bitter and warm, and you know that Kuroo is probably so jealous right now. Tsukishima doesn’t stop moving his hips, pushing the cum deeper into your mouth. “Will you swallow for me?” he asks, the first thing he’s asked of you all night. How could you deny that?

You don’t remove his cock from your mouth, you swallow around his length just like you did before. He groans at the feeling of your throat tightening around his sensitive cock, but he doesn’t move. You hollow your cheeks as you pull off of him, sucking any last drop.

It all catches up with you the second that Tsukishima’s cock leaves your mouth. You barely have time to swallow the cum that’s left in your mouth before you’re struggling to control your orgasm. You were working so hard to ignore it before, but you can’t now, the feeling of him fucking into you, still stretching you apart somehow.

Kuroo rests his fingertips on your stomach, his thumb flicking your clit exactly how he knows you like it. You can see how insistent he is on pushing you to your limits and as much as you want to curse at him for testing you, you just don’t have the mind to. It feels so good. He’s making you feel so good, a string of curses and his name flowing from your mouth as you try your hardest to channel the pleasure into something else.

“I’m going to come inside of you,” Kuroo says, slamming inside of you harder now. The sentence makes you swallow harshly. You’re so close, so fucking close from the repetitive motions and how thick Kuroo is and how full you feel. He can see it on your face, loves watching you lose control like he has so many times before. It’s his favorite part. He wants to watch you unravel from him, and only him. “Tsukishima, stop touching her,” he commands, so harshly that you feel the dominance of the demand. Tsukishima removes his hand from your shoulder that was lingering there from before.

“You’re so close,” Kuroo breathes, chest heaving as his grip tightens onto your waist, holding you in place as he pounds into you. “I know you’re so close and you’ve been so fucking good for me, waiting, holding off on coming, but I’m going to break you now.” A whimper falls from your lips. You feel so conflicted. You want to just let go, but you know that you have to try harder than you ever have.

“Try to hold it for me, baby, but I’m going to break you. I’m going to come so deep inside of you, and I’m going to fucking break you,” he spits, a look of determination now on his face.

His cock is ramming in and out of you, knocking the breath out of your lungs as soon as it enters, the sound echoing around the room and back at you, definitely not helping the vulgarity of the situation or your determination. Your eyelids close tightly, trying to find some sort of grounds, anything to concentrate on instead of how crude and how good Kuroo looks over top of you.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me. Look at me,” he coaxes, his hands moving from your hips to your chest, dragging them down your body leisurely, letting you feel the pressure and contact on every part of you. You listen to him, opening your eyes just in time to see him licking his lips. His gaze isn’t on yours, but rather, on you, scanning and staring, and somehow that’s worse.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he repeats, “so fucking deep. I’m so close.”

“I-,” you start, interrupted by the abrupt slam of his hips against you, “I can’t hold it, Kuroo,” you admit, shaking your head, eyes watering, core tightening.

“No?” he asks, and you know that he’s patronizing you, and you just can’t bring yourself to care. You shake your head harder, the tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Can’t,” you mutter. “Feels too good.”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. He comes first, draining inside of you so deep that you’re convinced it’ll never come out. You can feel his cock twitching with every stream, can feel him still as he takes in his own orgasm, but then he starts to move again. He’s no longer focused on his own pleasure, on taking the time to savor the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, painting your insides.

He pulls out of you almost completely and fucks back into you even harsher than before. You were completely ready to come on his cock solely from the depth and the pulsing and how full you were feeling, but he’s regaining the momentum that he lost for only a moment. In fact, it’s faster now, more brutal, intent on doing exactly as he said, breaking you, not just making you orgasm, but absolutely destroying you.

His name is the only thing on your mind, the only word that you know at this point, and you can’t stop saying it, mushed together in a string of incoherence, getting louder and louder until you’re screaming.

The orgasm takes you harder than it ever has. Your core cramps, your chest rising off of the table, folding into your knees, your forehead colliding with Kuroo’s chest, resting there for only a moment before you violently fall back into the table. Tsukishima’s there to catch you, his hand placed gently under your head as you crash into it. In any other scenario, you’d feel bad, but you’re quite positive that you couldn’t feel any ounce of bad right now, no matter what happened.

Your body is overcome by pleasure, spreading out your entire being, electrifying everything inside of you and out. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your hands are closed into fists so tight that you can feel the marks your nails are leaving. Your legs are shaking so violently that even Kuroo’s strong hold can’t stop them. And at some point, your screams for Kuroo turn into high-pitched nonsense and then into silent sobbing.

You know that you had to have been breathing, it lasted far too long for you to go without air, but when you regain control, when your body starts to calm down, and the feelings all subside, you can’t see straight, can’t breathe right. Your mouth is open, gasping for air and expelling it just as quickly and severely. You don’t know what you look like right now and you’re not sure you want to know.

You close your eyes, your entire body sensitive to even the tiniest breeze, and even more sensitive to the fingers in your hair, stroking and petting as you regain composure, and the dull nails scraping against the insides of your thighs, but not far enough to make you convulse again.

You move to sit up. Your core is on fire, but you need to feel some sort of control. You don’t get very far. Kuroo’s hand immediately braces your shoulder, “I’m not done.”

Your mind still feels foggy. You’re barely able to understand exactly what he means. He moves you back to the center of the table, gently, slowly, but the touch still makes your skin feel hot. “That was only the first part, remember?” he asks, spreading your legs apart so slightly, your thighs still touching. “The rest of the theory was about you crumbling away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left. That’s the more fun part.”

Even with the pleasure still taking over your brain, you understand. You hear each word and only now do you feel the implications of them for real. Your body already feels exhausted, spent, so tired, and he wants to put you through even more.

He walks over the table, using tissues to clean himself up before putting his pants back on, letting you recover for a little bit longer. He grasps one of the toys in his hand, the wand, and you’re already feeling your resolve slip away.

He spreads your lips apart. “Can I trust you not to move or should I strap it in place?” he asks before pushing the head directly into your clit, a gasp escaping you as your back rises off of the table. It’s not on, but the pressure of something against your sensitive clit makes you flinch.

“Understood,” he replies to your reaction. “Tsukishima, the belt,” he motions his head towards the table behind him. Tsukishima moves quickly, grabbing the leather strap from the table and snaking it under your thighs. Kuroo moves the wand carefully, lying it in between your closed thighs, your lips wrapped around the head which is pushed into your clit, covering the entirety of it. “Tighten it,” Kuroo commands.

You’ve never seen Tsukishima listen so well without a fight to anyone, especially Kuroo, but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, an emotion floating between eagerness and inquisition. Your stare is trained on his fingers as they position the belt over the top of the handle and tighten the strap so that neither your thighs nor the wand can move at all.

“Are you ready to test my theory?” Kuroo asks, standing next to your head, stroking your hair gently as he waits for your reply, a low, confident, hum. “Great. Turn it on, Tsukishima, slow.”

The wand presses into your clit harder as Tsukishima pushes the dial forward. You feel the click first, the signifier that it’s on, and then you feel the vibration. It’s low and weak, but enough to make you jolt at the feeling. If it wasn’t strapped to your thighs, the wand would already be out of place.

“How does that feel? Can you hold it?” Kuroo asks, his hands moving from your hair, grasping onto your shoulders. You hum again, but it’s not in affirmation or denial this time. It’s just a sound, a reply without intent, because honestly, you’re not sure. The vibration is weak against your clit and yet as the seconds tick by, despite the fact that Tsukishima hasn’t touched it at all, it feels like it’s getting stronger, like it’s affecting you more.

Kuroo’s hands move, sliding down your neck and over your collarbones as he rubs them over your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples, purposefully. The pleasure from your chest spreads throughout you, overlapping the pleasure of the vibrations and you feel almost pathetic from how close you already are.

Kuroo rubs your nipples between his fingers, harshly, rolling them in between the pads repetitively. You arch your back as much as you can, pushing your chest into Kuroo’s grasp, showing him how desperate you’re feeling without saying anything. He listens to your physical beg, uses his whole hand to massage your chest, thumbs still skimming over your hard nipples as his fingers dig into your skin.

The vibrations don’t get stronger, but the pressure does. Tsukishima pushes the head of the wand into your clit harder and it’s getting almost impossible to stay still or to stay quiet. “Kuroo, I- I’m close,” you mumble through half-closed lips.

“Already? That’s great,” he says, stopping just short of a laugh. He continues, “I’m not going to turn it up. I’m just going to let you come from the lowest setting.”

The orgasm reaches you so much softer this time. The build-up is so slow, so gradual, and so are the effects that it has on you. You can feel yourself flood. You roll your hips into the vibrations as much as you can. It’s not breath-taking or life-changing like the one you had witnessed just minutes ago, but your body feels warm.

It only takes you a few beats to catch your breath again, but the wand is still on, moving against your sensitive clit, and Tsukishima reaches down and rolls the dial. The vibrations intensify and the embarrassment of how little it took you to come last time is nothing in comparison to now.

It takes so little for your chest to rise and fall dramatically, the airflow matching the quickening of your pulse and the closeness of another orgasm. “More,” Kuroo says, but it’s not to you. He’s looking directly at Tsukishima. He watches how far he pushes the dial, how much stronger the vibrations come. “Good.”

“I’m- I’m-,” you stutter, not able to say anything else as your eyes close quickly. The orgasm hitting you again, faster and more abrupt this time.

“Fuck,” you whine. You don’t have to tell him. He knows. He can see the way he’s wrecking you with each continuous orgasm. He strokes your jaw, pushes the hair out of your face, wipes the sweat off of your forehead.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

It pushes you over the edge, the extra touch and his words. It’s more intense this time, the feeling that washes over you. It’s not as extreme as your first one, but it’s getting there. You lift your knees off of the table, the wand pressing harder between your legs as you rock against it.

“Look at you,” Kuroo gushes, watching in awe, “Even strapped together, you’re still squirming to make yourself come.” He shakes his head, standing up straight. “Well then, do it. Make yourself come again,” he orders.

You don’t move at first, not exactly sure if he’s serious or just taunting you, but then you see the look of expectancy in his eyes. You slowly bring your knees into your chest again, circling your hips so that the head moves against your clit in a repetitive path. It doesn’t take long for that, coupled with the continuous, almost abusive vibrations to bring you there.

“That’s it. Make yourself come. Move your hips just like that,” he mutters, staring down at your every move. He acts like it’s completely up to you, as if the wand between your legs wasn’t put there by his hands, as if the way you’re moving and grinding isn’t specifically for his eyes, because of his words. “Come for me, again.”

And you listen, not intentionally, just because your body wants to do whatever he wants it to do. You hug your legs, arch your back, driving the wand as harshly against your clit as it can be. You rest your forehead against your knees, moaning into the small space you’ve created, muffled by your own skin and limbs.

As soon as it’s finished, you slowly relax, letting your legs uncurl, the backs of them lying flat against the table once again. You brace yourself on your elbows first before lowering your back as well until you’ve returned to your original position. The vibrations aren’t stopping. You don’t even have time to catch your breath.

Kuroo moves to your side, standing directly across from Tsukishima, and places both of his hands on your legs, holding them down, thighs pushed roughly against the table so that you can’t move at all. You can’t spread your legs or lift them. Any amount of small control you had seconds ago is now completely gone. The only thing you can do is lie there and submit.

It’s Kuroo, this time, that pushes the dial, stretching his finger while keeping his hold on you in place. He lets his finger rest against the wand, feeling the muted vibrations that are coming from the handle. For some reason, knowing that Kuroo’s the one in control again, that he’s the one towering over you and watching you convulse under his touch, brings you closer than the vibrations do.

“Kuroo,” you whimper, his name falling off of your tongue so easily considering that it’s the only thing on your mind. You don’t know whether to beg for more or to concede, welcoming defeat. “Kuroo,” you repeat, begging, but still not sure for what.

“What, baby? Do you want it higher?” he asks, finger moving to the dial again, but not pushing it until he sees your reaction.

You’re nodding, on instinct, with pure need, or just to make him proud, you’re not sure. He smiles at you, “Good girl.” And now you’re sure.

He pushes the dial until the vibrations are so strong that it almost hurts, and yet, the dial doesn’t click again or hit a barrier. Your stomach is in knots just from the contact of the head against you. You regret asking him to turn it up. It barely feels good anymore, the constant, intense buzzing between your legs, but the stimulation is still pushing you towards an orgasm that you’re not sure you can handle anymore.

When you come, the good is good. It might have even felt better than the first time. Though, it doesn’t matter much, because it lasts for mere seconds. Settling in behind it is just the most intense feeling you’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t hurt, necessarily, but it definitely didn’t feel good. It almost felt like your entire body was cramping. You wanted to convulse with the motions, feel each wave as it barrelled through you, but you couldn’t move, held down by strong hands. And when it finally fled, the only thing you could feel was how sensitive you were.

But the vibration didn’t stop. No one moved to turn it off, not even with your whining and whimpering, so you opened your mouth, letting your pleas fall out. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I’m so sensitive, Kuroo. I can’t,” you ramble, shaking your head against the table.

“You can, you can. You know the system, right? You know what you have to say for me to stop, right?” Kuroo asks.

You nod, eyes shut tightly. You didn’t need him to stop. You could handle it, but the words still pour from you. “I know. I know, but I can’t, I can’t.”

“Tell me. Tell me you know what you have to say, okay?” he tries again. You can’t see the look in his eyes or the concern on his face, barely pick up on the tone of his voice and how serious it sounds. He knows that this is the first time you’ve done something like this and wants to make sure you’re safe.

“Yes, fuck, I know what I have to say, yes. I know. I don’t need you to stop,” you say and then correct yourself, “I don’t want you to stop. I just, I’m so sensitive. I can feel everything so much and I’m so sensitive, Kuroo,” you babble.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so good,” Kuroo says to you, and then he talks over top of you, directed at Tsukishima, “Turn it up.” The confirmation gives him what he needs to push you even further.

You’re so focused on the imminent, unbearable sensation, that you don’t even see Kuroo turn on the light. You feel it before anything else, the warmth that the light creates and how quickly it becomes excruciating. Sweat drips down your forehead, glides past your temples, forms on your stomach, and under your thighs, letting you slide against the table. It just makes everything so much more intense.

And then you feel the click of the dial, the signifier that it’s up as high as it goes, and you’re cursing so many things that have played a hand in this. You’re cursing the company that made the wand and Kuroo for being so sadistic and Tsukishima for helping him and yourself for agreeing to this. You’re trying to move your mind anywhere other than how hard the wand is vibrating against you.

You know that you’re talking, you think that you’re talking. Your mouth is open and it feels like words are coming out, but you don’t know what you’re saying and you can’t hear them. Tears are streaming down your face, steadily, not overwhelmingly. Someone’s, you’re not sure whose, and it doesn’t really matter at this point, touches you, moves to stroke your arm. You can hear yourself now as you bark, “Don’t touch me,” regaining enough control of yourself and your voice to add a softer, “please” onto the end.

You lay there on the table, your body feeling excessively hot in every facet, with a buzzing between your legs that if it was any lower wouldn’t even be affecting you right now because you feel so numb. Everything is heightened. You can feel everything. The light, the air, the warmth, the breath on either side of you, the way that the breath is cool against your skin, the way that the breath is moving, slowly, blowing onto your shoulder and neck and stomach. The contrast of the stimuli makes you feel some sort of balance, some sort of ground.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You could feel everything at once, but you couldn’t feel the sensation approaching. You’re positive that you’re screaming because there’s no way you can’t be. Your throat feels sore and the tears haven’t stopped and you reach your arm out, grabbing onto whatever you find first, squeezing into it so hard, your fingernails digging, digging, digging until your hand is shaking so hard that you can’t manage to control it anymore.

It’s so much. It’s so much. It’s almost too much. The second that you’re off of this short high, you know that the sobbing will come. You can feel the tears and the tightness in your throat. You can see yellow flashing in your head. You’re not at your limit. You’re not hurt, but if they don’t slow down, you’re going to be very quickly. The word is traveling up your throat, graces your tongue, but doesn’t get the chance to leave your lips.

The vibration stops.

“You’re done” is the first thing that you hear when you regain awareness. Kuroo repeats it again, “You’re done, baby, you’re done. Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

You nod because, despite the fact that you’re trembling, that every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, that’s really all you want right now. The flinch still comes when he touches you, rests his hand on your cheek, so he hesitates. If you had more energy, you’d lift your own and put it on top of his.

“You did so well. You did so well,” he repeats, leaning in closer to you and rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. “God, you did so good.” You can’t respond, but you hope that he knows how much that means to you.

He lets you lay there, not moving you or rushing you, but just letting you recuperate as long as you need to. The second that you’re able, you talk, “Tsukishima, can you unstrap my thighs?” It’s more of a mumble than a strong sentence, but he gets the point, working just as slow and methodical as before, perhaps more so now. You can barely feel him when he brushes against your skin, numb now from the consistent vibrations.

Without the constraint on your thighs and the object between your legs, you automatically feel like you can breathe easier now. “And the light,” you mumble. It’s not a question, but it doesn’t need to be. The light is turned off in a second, the heat fading quickly without the intensive brightness. You hum, now, content with the environment you’re in and the company you’re with.

“I know you probably want to fall asleep right here, but we should get you into bed,” Kuroo mentions, his hand still in the same place against your skin.

“Kuroo, I don’t think I could move right now if I tried. My legs are completely numb,” you say, “Literally if the house caught on fire, I would die here. There’s no way I could even stand right now.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “You most certainly would not. I would save you.”

Your eyes are closed softly, but you still roll them, and you hope he notices. “My hero.”

“Come on, I’ll carry you. You can’t recover correctly from all of that if you’re in this room on this table, okay?” he asks.

There aren’t many things you would deny Kuroo of right now, with his voice as sweet as it is and his touch as soft as it is, and carrying you into his room to be more comfortable is definitely not one of them. Your eyelids flutter open and you’re finally able to see Kuroo looking down at you and Tsukishima watching the two of you.

“Okay,” you agree.

“Can you put your arms around my neck?” he asks, leaning down and snaking his arms under your knees and your back.

“Fire, Kuroo, remember, fire,” you reiterate, “No, I could not crawl myself out of this building.”

“You won’t have to bear any weight. It’s just for support.”

You oblige, using all of your energy to lift your arms and lock them around his neck. They hang lazily and you know that if he so much as moves you in the wrong way, they will fall heavily by your sides. His steps are careful, making sure that they’re not too fast or too harsh and you’re so grateful for it.

Tsukishima pushes open the door to his room and Kuroo carefully steps inside, careful not to bump you into the doorway. He lays you down in the center of his bed so softly that you can barely differentiate being in the air and surrounded by mattress. “There’s water on the bedside table that you definitely need to drink,” Kuroo mentions. “And do you want the TV on or the fan?”

“No, I’m okay. This is nice, I think. I do want a t-shirt, though,” you say, not wanting to be this exposed anymore.

“Yours or mine?” he asks, already halfway to his dresser.

“Yours,” you call out, “something really baggy.”

He grabs a shirt from his drawer, walking back over, and handing it to you. You accept it graciously, putting it on over your head slowly, the clean fabric against your skin one of the only sensations that feel acceptable at the moment. “Thank you.”

“Well, you should get some rest, okay?” he says, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Hydrate first, though. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything at all.”

You nod, finally relaxing. The bed is so comfortable compared to the harshness of the metal that you were lying on before. It melds against your body so perfectly, conforms to every curve, but you can’t even think about falling asleep. Your mind is still racing, wandering, active, despite the exhaustion you’re feeling so heavily.

“Wait,” you say with the last ounce of strength you have. Both of them stop in place, Tsukishima already halfway out the door. They’re looking at you expectantly, waiting for whatever you have to say or request, but you can’t get it out. It feels weird, almost, that after everything that just happened you would feel uncomfortable saying anything at all to them.

“Do you need something?” Kuroo asks, already moving back towards you.

“I-,” you start, face feeling hot at such a silly request, “I don’t really want to be alone right now.” You’re not sure if you’re imagining it or if Kuroo really does ease when you say it.

“You want us to lay with you?” Kuroo asks, closing the gap, already by your side again.

“I don’t have to if you guys want to be alone,” Tsukishima says, his voice so small it almost goes unnoticed.

You shake your head, “I’d like if you’d stay.”

You’re positive that Tsukishima doesn’t mean to show the look of shock on his face, but he does. You feel the bed sink on one side as Tsukishima walks back into the room and by your side. You flip over towards Kuroo who holds the glass of water out in front of him. “Water first,” he says. You listen, taking it in your hands as well as you can for how spent your muscles still are. The bed behind you shifts, a hesitant hand rubbing the small of your back.

It takes a few moments for you all to get comfortable, to get into positions that fit, to meld together as perfectly as you do, but when you do, you never want to move again. Tsukishima’s pressed up against your back, his hand gently on your hip. Your head is pressed against Kuroo’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and timing your breathing with it.

The room is quiet and your mind is still racing, but with the company in the room, you feel so content. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say to both of them.

“I said we would, didn’t I?” Kuroo responds, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“I mean, that’s not exactly what I thought you meant,” you murmured.

Tsukishima doesn’t reply, just rubs the bit of skin he has contact with. That’s enough for you. The three of you lie there in silence, syncing your breathing, only ever disturbing the peace with rustling of the sheets and clothes until Kuroo speaks again.

“You know, the scientific theory is based on the fact that your hypothesis is retestable and comparing the results to make sure that they’re in accordance with each other,” Kuroo says into the darkness.

“Tsukki, please hit him for me,” you say, knowing full well that if you weren’t the most exhausted you’ve ever been, you would have done it much more justice.

Tsukishima reaches over you and hits Kuroo’s shoulder so hard that you can feel the effects of it in his chest. You can’t help but laugh, and Kuroo does too, so lightly, and yet, you can feel it against your ear. You feel the safest you’ve ever felt in this moment alone.

“Give me a week,” you mutter.

Kuroo responds far too quickly and eagerly, “Yeah, I mean, of course, whatever you need.”

Part of you thinks that come a week, you’ll regret the words that just came out of your mouth. Another part of you realizes the exact place you’re in, the way Tsukishima is still softly rubbing your hip, and the way Kuroo’s laughter is still taking over your mind. That part of you feels the fabric of their clothing and your own and the sheets beneath you. That part of you knows that even when you were as pushed as you were, you felt safe. That part of you knows that they know you better than you know yourself.

That part of you knows that you could never pass up an opportunity to give up control, to listen to these men and trust them completely. You could never regret that.

#hq smut #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x tsukishima x reader #toriwritesshit

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iplayghoul · 8 months

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hot tub sex wit ony ? drabble ?? oneshot ?? this longer than i thought it wld be i just cant stop talkin... its 11 am bruh

its soooo obvious that im more into a soft sex kinda vibe, always or rough sex written in the most gentle and soft way possible 🙈

so i cant help but constantly imagine hot tub sex wit ony. in my head at the start of the relationship he constantly gravitates towards our apartment. in his mind he felt it was safer for his partners always, not wanting you to feel yk at danger in a man's house despite how safe he made you feel BUT ofc you have a jacuzzi.

in this universe, like in my head, i imagine both ony and reader have jobs in the medical feild likkee maybe ony is a surgeon and reader is a private psychiatrist who sometimes picks up shifts at the hospital onyankopon works at ???

ANYWHO becuzz of this they sometimes work hard ass shifts, whether theyre long or short, its hard as fuckk and they come home tired. ony gets home first, maybe an hour earlier and he has a key card to your apartment so he can let himself in, feeds your pets and relaxes on the couch, thinking of if he should make you two dinner or order sumn.

then he thinks of the jacuzzi, a nice relaxing hot soak after a hard shift is all he needs so he stops petting your cat or roughhousing with the dog and orders sushi, grabbing a drink of his choice whether it be wine, a light alcohol or sum shit for yall to sip when the sushi comes.

i think you get home not long after the sushi is delivered. maybe 10 minutes later and its still fresh and warm OUU shit i need sum sushi rn 😭 and ony fine ass is in some black swim shorts with the sushi all out on a platter wit the sauces on it, and hes got his feet in the water while he jus sits on the side of the jacuzzi and calls out to let yk where he is

you take a quick rinse off before donning a bikini, a black one to match his b4 putting up your braids and joining him on the edge wit a kiss. i like to think ony loooves kissing. he loves stimulatin his mouth n his lips. its a long, soft kiss and u cant help but lean into each other its like ugghh at last i can relax and let my gaurd down and just be vulnerable after being in this big position at work yk? 🤭

so you share several long kissing before both getting waist deep into the hot tub, letting the bubbling heated fun engulf you both as you down pieces of sushi, feeding each other while staying connected at the hip. i think he cant help but put his hands on u, always letting it rest on ur hip. sometimes i tink he jus likes to be touching you at all times its like a safety thing, sometimes jus resting his hand on your shoulder, ankle, tummy, dont matterrr he wants to kno ur there.

its only a matter of time before talking about each others day becomes nothing more than a whisper of a conversation. and ur eyes cant leave each others lips... necks, chests... and then ur kissin again :) hehee and kissin all over each other so tenderly and meek.

just then hes slipping his hands under ur peachy squishy ass n lifting u to the edge of the tub, kickin ur feet in the air and he sees ur toes are done. pretty pink polish with a baby pink french tip, and baby pink flower designs dancing across a few toes ... hes not one to have a raging foot fetish but it entices him,,, sooo he puts ur toes in his mouth and it tickles a bit ! but feeling his hot tongue caress ur little toes carelessly makes u feel all warm, especially ur cheeks.

eeeeek and then he jus cant help but continue to lick , suck n kiss all about your ankle, i imagine ur gold/silver lil anklet has his name awn it cuz he doesnt want u to tattoo his name :<< , but his lips smooth there way up to your inner thighs and hes pullin ur panties to the side so his thick lips can sink into ur thick lips as he slowly jus... makes out wit ur cunt idk if i can even call it 'eating out' anymore, hes in luv with ur pussy. obsessed wit the way u smell down there actually. fuck a roses and flowers smell bitch he is stealin yo panties after a LONG day at work tf 😭 he jus like me fr ok ok.

i jus luv a soft sex moment, his tongue mixes wit u sooo well and ur whines are of no use to him cuz he's havin fun and everythings jus so... slow and relaxed. ur grindin up into his face slow too cuz what else can u do but relax and just let your man do his thing. hes laying his upper body into you, drinkin ur squirt when u cum and mushin his face all in ur cream when u do orgasm, its long and drawn out and so. good.

then he pulls u back in the water wit him, slippin his dick in u fluidly, connecting u both and honestly yall sit there for a good minute. just basking in each others immaculate warmth. the fuck is dragging , sloww and aching but neither of u care to move faster. ur holdin the edge of the tub and hes holdin ur legs up to your shoulders , usin each other as leverage to fuck into the other slow and deep. low moans r harmonizing wit each other and its just... perfect :(

all thruought the fuck n i cannawwt stress this enuf he is kissin on u , he cant help it. he revels in kissin all over ur face and lips even if ur too far gone to kiss him back , kissin on ur neck and ur tits that are all squished together cuz of the position annnnd kissin on ur thighs and ur legss as theyre so far up he can reach em wit his mouth. he presses kisses on ur head too . u deserve it :(( ohh u deserve it so bad and its moments like these that i luv always.

even when u guys cum , ur lips are locked and ur swallowing each others moans, and breathin hot in each others mouths when ur done.

why is this so long notice how i cant shut tf up ab soft sex ???? bye yall !

#﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !#aot onyankopon #onyankopon snk #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon #ony x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x black reader #worrdd vomit!#aot smut #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot x black reader #black coded characters #onyankopon headcannon

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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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shotaro would be one of those aesthetic couple goals boyfriends who always has cute matching outfits to film tiktok dance covers in </3 (yeah this is huge brainrot for me, fic req if you want 😍)

shotaro as a bf

author's note. crying i love him sm ☹️☹️ i hope you like it zanzan teehee

ʚїɞ taro is definitely the type of bf to have matching things with his partner!! whether it’s clothes, phone cases, jewellry, bags, key rings… he’d love them to be cute n adorable :( kuromi-my melody, minnie-mickey, mario-daisy… you name it :( have you seen his clothes?? like taste,, i want his closet btw. but what i wanted to say is that he’d be down to buy a pink sweater in a millisecond just to match with you ☹️

ʚїɞ he’s so so thoughtful ohmigosh:( whenever he’s passing by a shop and sees something that he knows you’d like (or he just likes hehe), he’ll buy it right this second. same with food, too!! always brings you leftovers when he’s out with the boys or buys you souvenirs from the places they went to when filming content :(

ʚїɞ a big sucker for filming tiktoks and challenges with you, even if you’re not a dancer. he’ll be willing to teach you and guide step by step even if it takes the whole day. and ahhh this cute tiktok’s like yk,, leaving lipstick stains on his face, jumping at each other n all of that… his (and yours) drafts are filled with that. and taro watches them when he’s away from you <3

ʚїɞ he’s a human battery charger. taro is literally sunshine itself, vitamin c and happy pill?! so it’s only normal that when being his partner, he’s spreading that energy around him and it’s kinda… impossible to be sad or mad about anything when he’s here, next to you… smiling like :] and being so adorable… squishable…… cries. but he’ll go to the ends of the world to make you cheer up, everything in his willpower to make that frown upside down hehe >.<

ʚїɞ not a moment is full with him!! taking a spontaneous trip to japan during the weekend? he’s dragging you to the airport. craving a very specific meal that’s all across the town? already hopping in the car. something caught his eye during a walk? he’s running there like an excited puppy. you have a sudden outburst of energy and want to play basketball at 11pm? he’s already ballin’. taro also kind of gives me that vibe of someone who’d order silly stuff online so yeah… on some days you’d wake up to a package at the front door… it being the cat-shaped phone holders, a set of spoons looking like shovels, ice-cube makers in a shape of a lego man… and… more… ㅠㅠ

ʚїɞ speaking of japan, he’d love to talk to you in japanese (even if you don’t understand it) and flirt with you hehe~ he’d definitely try and teach you if you wanted because,, as someone said – the best way to practise your language skills is having a partner who speaks it lmao but yeah he loves when you speak japanese, even tho it’s not perfect it warms his heart <3 and the other way around too, he’d love to learn your native language too!! pls teach him >:)

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

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amomentsescape · 6 months

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Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I'm honestly pretty bummed that Halloween season is officially over after tonight, but I hope you all had a great time! Thank you all for your requests and support on my writings this month. Stay spooky, everyone!

Freddy Krueger

Bar Hopping!

Are we surprised?

Freddy loves to have a good time, especially if it involves drinking and dancing with his hot partner

LOVES if your costume is a bit showy

Loves it even more if you both are matching

If he doesn't like the music that's playing, he changes it with the flick of a finger

If there's someone that's getting a little too close to you, he'll make them disappear for the night (and deals with them later)

And what's even better is that all of your food and drinks are free when Freddy is around

With the quirk of his brow, people are at his command, and no one will treat you any less differently either

Is constantly complimented on his costume because of how "real" it looks

But the moment your social battery runs out, he'll whisk you away into dreamland and cozy up next to you

But if you're ready to be out all night like he is, you can expect one killer hangover the next morning

Michael Myers

Horror Movie Binge!

Michael is clearly not one to go out

As much as he likes Halloween, a bunch of screaming kids or equally drunk adults isn't his forte

But he does like horror and gore

So just say the word, cook the popcorn, and grab a blanket because Michael won't refuse

He even lets you cuddle into him if you want since it's a "special" night

Will share some snacks with you

Probably won't use the blanket, but he's fine if you put it on him

Literally doesn't even blink during the scariest parts of the films

Just don't expect him to binge movies with you all night

Michael can get stir crazy easily

And since it's Halloween night, you can expect him to want to go kill even more

There are too many lives that need to be disposed of in his eyes

But he does secretly cherish that time with you beforehand

He promises to watch more films with you later if you're still awake

Just another reason to come home to you

Jason Voorhees

Walking Through the Woods!

Jason knows you still want to celebrate Halloween, even if it's not with a party or some public event

So what's better than a stroll through the woods?

You have to wait until it's dark, of course, and the moon is bright in the sky

He insists on taking his machete too, just incase

But he happily takes your hand and lets you lead wherever your heart wants

Loves to hear you ramble on about any current interests or hyper fixations

Especially loves when you bump into him or give his hand an extra squeeze

Will stop every once in a while to hold you close, trying to keep you warm from the cold night air

Also likes to watch you pick up random items you see on the ground or around the trees as you walk

Your constant curiosity for things makes Jason incredibly happy

If you guys manage to find a stump, he'll have you rest on it while he sits on the ground beside you

As you lean yourself against him, you share stories of what you did for Halloween as a child

Jason just listens in, content

Thomas Hewitt

Game Night!

It's actually his idea to find some spooky games to play for Halloween night!

It's up to you whether you play together or with his family

He kinda likes those traditional board games that change their theme just for Halloween

But he's also happy to try something new with you!

Will snack on random candies and chips you brought along for the night

Also likes to hear you talk about whatever comes to mind

He's honestly pretty good at the games and is able to beat you from time to time

Will play a scary movie in the background

You both don't really pay attention to it, but the sound is nice to have

If you lose, he always reaches over and squeezes your hand as an apology

But as long as you're having fun, that's all he cares about!

If you win, he claps happily and relishes in your laughs

You end the night playing a simple card game, giving you a chance to talk more and share what you love about Halloween

Bubba Sawyer

Carving Pumpkins!

Well, this only makes sense

Bubba and his family have all the perfect tools for carving pumpkins

And he finds the idea of jack-o'-lanterns keeping away spirits interesting

You have a bowl of candy and a couple drinks besides you both as you get to work

He definitely confuses the candy bowl with the pumpkin guts bowl a few different times

But he's honestly super quick with carving

It's all the practice with sharp instruments

He opted for more of a silly face while yours is a little more creepy

You decide to save the seeds later to bake for a snack as well!

Bubba turns on some fun Halloween cartoons while you both work

He even leans over to show you better ways to hold the knives and how to cut more evenly

Helps you light the candles to go inside the pumpkins once you're done carving

They both end up on the patio, lighting up the area with a fun glow

Brahms Heelshire

Reading Scary Stories!

His parents weren't big on such fantasy tales when he was younger, so he never got to read much fiction

But when you showed him some scary story books you still have from being a kid, he was intrigued

He doesn't really like reading, but he loves when you read to him

You both make a whole night out of it

You get some popcorn ready, turn out the lights, and even make a little fort in the living room out of chairs

You managed to find a flashlight to use when reading as well

He lays with his head in your lap, listening to you read the stories

You even managed to jump and grab him a couple of times, causing him to yelp

He actually ends up getting a little paranoid later into the night, making you read some lighthearted stories instead

Once he feels more relaxed, he ends up falling asleep to your reading

You smile as you get up to grab some blankets and pillows, deciding to sleep in the fort for the night

Norman Bates

Spooky Baking!

Norman has always been quite talented in the kitchen

You'd be happy only eating his cooking for the rest of your life if you had to

And since there wasn't much else to do in the middle of nowhere, you were happy to help Norman with his ideas

You start the night off with making some simple cookies

He made the dough and baked them while you got to decorate

You ended up creating little "spider" chocolate chips with a toothpick!

He then wanted your help making cupcakes

These took a bit longer, but neither of you minded

Norman had a record playing in the background, and it was easy to just converse back and forth with one another

While the cakes were in the oven, he took you by the hand and danced around the kitchen with you

Also plants plenty of kisses on your forehead throughout the night

You both took turns icing the cupcakes once they were cooled

Each treat ended up turning out a little different since you both wanted to create unique patterns and colors

And the best part of the night? Eating your creations together while watching an old Halloween film!

Billy Loomis

Halloween Party!

You thought it would be a horror movie binge, didn't you?

Well, lucky for you, Billy was down to try something different this year

Especially since the whole month comprised of watching every scary film known to man

He is obsessed with your costume, unable to keep his hands off of you

He isn't HUGE on parties to be honest, but if he gets to show you off looking like this, then he's happy to come along

He shares a few drinks with you once you're there

He doesn't like getting drunk, especially since he wants to keep an eye on you

But he enjoys holding onto the red solo cup with his arm around your waist

Occasionally whispers dirty things in your ears and plants warm kisses along your neck

He enjoys seeing how much he can push your buttons out in public like this

Will dance with you if you beg

But it's hard for him to say no to you either way

The night is cut short when he gets into a fist fight with a random guy for flirting with you

Don't worry; he plans on paying the man a visit later

Stu Macher

Trick or Treating!

You think you're too old for trick or treating? Think again

Stu finds you both costumes that make you unrecognizable

You don't think this is going to work out though since Stu is so freaking tall

But somehow, the adults don't question it too much

It's easier to not ask questions, it seems

He grabs your hand and drags you from house to house, laughing with you about random things

And once you both have your fair share of candy, he convinces you to play ding-dong-ditch with him

He may have stolen a pumpkin from someone's yard as well for being "cool-looking"

Asks to trade some of his candy for yours

Occasionally pulls you into people's backyards and makes out with you in the dark

And once most of the kids are back at home, he takes you to his place so you can binge on the candy

The night ends with a horror film too, of course!

Eric Draven

People Watching!

Although this may sound boring at first, anything with Eric somehow turns out to be fun

He sets up a little fort on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, the view being in the dead center of everything

He makes sure you're bundled up in plenty of blankets

The candy bowl is full, and he even has some snacks and drinks to share

You both look over the edge and just watch all the people walk by

You take turns pointing out random people and try to come up with stories on who they are, what their costume is, where they're going, etc.

Always ends in shared smiles and laughs

He strums a couple of tunes on his guitar based on your request

Plenty of cuddles and cold kisses as well

You end up staying out a good majority of the night, only going back home when the streets become empty

Your safety will always be his number one priority

So although you didn't do anything super exciting for Halloween, Eric still made the night very enjoyable for you

And at least this way, he knew he could protect you

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biteofcherry · 10 months

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I make no apologies for dropping this in your asks.

I make no apologies for answering 😎

Bring Brute Back

Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: established relationship; smutty bits; sensation play; kinda edging; mention of rough s*x; Steve is a menace

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You never had a reason to complain about Steve's attention. Neither in the bedroom, nor in other aspects of your relationship. He could be deadly focused on you.

Just as he could be deadly passionate.

Not that you minded that, either.

You actually loved how rough sex with Steve was most of the time. It was something you preferred yourself, that most of your previous partners didn't understand. A one time wild sex was a thrill for them, but the fact you liked it to be so every time scared them off.

Steve matched your need. Left you all the marks you craved, while still making sure you were never hurt.

Sometimes your passion carried away the both of you, leading to a few small misadventures that were hilarious to talk about later.

It was one of those situations - when Steve fucked you against the pantry shelves so hard that a bag of flour dropped onto the both of you - that you had called him a brute.

Playfully, laughing at it.

You never expected it to return and bite you in the ass.

Few days after the incident you found yourself spread on the bed, but what followed wasn't the usual. Restraints weren't new for you. Having Steve take whatever he wanted wasn't a novelty, either.

However, the maddening, slow pace and barely-there caress were a shock.

Steve tied a silk scarf over your eyes, preventing you from seeing what he was going to do to you; so when a single touch finally happened after a long, quiet stretch of time, it felt three times as intense as it would be in other circumstances.

Steve took his time. Making pauses between each gentle caress.

His warm breath tickled your skin, his lips nearly brushing it, until you were trying to lean up into him.

His fingers explored your body painstakingly slow, dancing over spots that weren't usually given much attention.

Then there was a feather, skimming over your heated body like a gust of wind. A long pause, again. That was pierced with a shocking splash of hot wax on your skin.

Steve led a pattern of drops across your chest and down your belly, allowing a few to sizzle close to your mound. And just when you thought you might come from the sucking sensation of drying wax, a drip of cold sipped into your lips.

You felt the width of the ice cube push against your parted lips. When you welcomed it, Steve pushed it inside your mouth with his own. Water trickled out the corners of your mouth as he kissed you slowly, his tongue pushing the cube further inside.

Then Steve's cold lips trailed down your neck, marking your hot skin with cool, soft nips.

As his mouth hovered over your puckered nipples, his breath tickling them into nearly painful points, you whined.

"Steeeve!"

You arched your back, moving your legs as much as the restraints allowed you. Your cunt was drenched and aching with need, and the bastard didn't seem interested in giving you any friction.

"What's the matter, sugar?" Steve asked, flicking the tip of his tongue over your nipple. "Am I too harsh? Too much of a brute?"

"Ugh!" You wanted to glare at him, but the blindfold prevented it.

"You're not being brute enough," you grunted, yanking on your restraints.

"I don't know," he chuckled and you felt him shift, "your pussy seems to love that I'm being this gentle. I think we should continue it as it is."

Softest brush of a feather skittered up your inner thigh, nearing your slick folds, but withdrawing before he touched them. He switched the direction and teased your sides, then back to your legs, and randomly your neck.

You moaned when the feather disappeared, but a smaller ice cube was dropped into your navel - a trickle of water running down your abdomen towards your pussy.

"I will die!" You cried.

"Mhm, you will." Steve pushed the ice cube down and into the crease of your hip. "Many, many times."

#buckets-and-trees #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #my writing #bring brute back

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✨Dancing With Fire Part 3: Eyes on me, Darlin’ ✨

A/N: I am soooo excited for you guys to read this one, it was a beast of a chapter to write. It’s got everything from angst to tension to feelings and lots of smut. Screaming at how protective he is 🥰 Happy reading!

- Summary: The time he takes you home

- Word Count: 17.1k

- Tags: No outbreak, protective Joel, angst, fingering, oral, cream pie, abusive dance partner, tension, longing, porn with plot, smut, dom! Joel (reader mid 20’s, Joel in his early 40’s) Joel x you, No use Y/N, Joel x reader, Joel x fem! reader

- Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

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The next few days were busy as opening night was creeping up. Only a couple weeks left to get ready for the biggest night of your life. Carlotta was hounding you like usual, but you were used to it. You still were having problems getting regular breaks, but at least Joel made sure your lunches didn’t get trashed.

Every time you were on stage you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. That simmering, smoldering stare that could make your skin burn with heat. And occasionally you’d find those dark brown eyes in the middle of a routine, making you nearly miss a beat or throw you off balance. His gaze was that intense. That strong. He might as well have lit a match and put the flame to the test because you would’ve burned alive in the first second.

Sometimes you didn’t even see him. Didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him in the theater. Watching, waiting till he could get a moment alone with you again. And you wanted that. Needed his lips on yours like the hungry desperate desire that was feeding on your insides. You wanted him. And you’d find a way to have him.

It was Thursday now. One more day till you could have a much needed two day rest break. Your feet felt like you were walking on knives with every move you made in your pointe shoes. Just another nuisance that came with the territory of being a professional dancer. Your body always hurt, no matter the day.

You were backstage fixing your laces on your pointe shoes before it was time to go back out on stage for your next routine. Pierre was slinking around the corner just staring at you. He had a smirk on his face like he was about to say something sarcastic to you. You internally groaned at the thought.

You looked up and glared at him, giving your best go to hell look you could manage. “What?” you barked at him.

“You and the maintenance man, huh? Cute. What do you see in that old guy anyways?” he asked as a casual laugh left his mouth.

“Easy. He’s not you,” you scowled.

“What would Carlotta think if she knew one of her best dancers is screwing the help? Bet she’d kick you out of the show.” He raised a blonde eyebrow and smirked down at you, taunting you to react.

You stood up so fast that your head spun. You balled your fists and walked right up to him, narrowing your eyes into tiny slits as you tried to control the anger that was coursing through you. “You wouldn’t dare. And he’s not the help, you prick!” you said with a raised voice.

He only laughed at your reaction. “Oh, I would though, little swan. I would. Unless you do something for me in return,” he said with a sly smile.

“Are you trying to black mail me?” Your voice was so quiet that you could barely hear it in the small vicinity you were standing in.

“Kinda seems like it doesn’t it? Little swan.” He reached out to graze your cheek and you stepped back out of his grasp, sickened by the action.

“And don’t you dare go running to him about this. I’ll get him fired before the day’s even over.” He gave you another evil smirk and grazed your hand before you pushed him away.

“Fired for what? He didn’t do anything!”

“For putting his hands on me,” he said with bared teeth.

“That’s because you hit me! So if you even try anything I will come forward and tell Carlotta exactly what happened. And it’ll be you that’ll be fired from the show!” You were furious, anger slipping off you like hot lava, wanting to push him over a cliff and watch him fall to his death.

“Better be careful how you talk to me, little swan. Watch your back,” he warned.

“No, you watch your back!” you screamed, trying to keep your voice quiet.

He smirked before turning on his heel, leaving you standing in a pool of panic and anger. Black mail? Was he a fucking psycho? There was no way you were going to put up with his shit anymore. That’s it, you were going to Carlotta.

You stormed out and descended the wooden steps to get to the audience, right where Carlotta was. There she was in her bright red dress suit with her red lipstick on and her hair in a tight bun, looking at her calendar on her phone.

“Carlotta, we need to talk about Pierre,” you stated adamantly.

She turned to you with a tight smile. “What about him, dear?” she said in a sing-song voice.

“He’s not nice. He pushed me down and slapped me in the face the other night while we were practicing,” you said frantically.

“Oh, dear. I’m sure it was an accident. Pierre wouldn’t…”

You stopped her in a flash. “But he would, he did!” you yelled with wild eyes ablaze.

“That’s enough now. Darling, just relax. I know Pierre. He’s a sweet boy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly,” she said nonchalantly.

“But he…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore. Just get ready for Act Two. You’ve got 30 minutes before you’re up. Just go get some water and stop being so uptight.” She shooed you off and ignored every concern you had with Pierre.

Why the fuck did she never care when something was actually wrong with her dancers? Did she have no awareness for anyone but herself?! Tears pulled at the backs of your eyes and there was only one person you could go to who would believe you. Joel.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you through the auditorium wood floors, making your way through the double doors as you barged through, hearing them shut behind you with a loud bang. Joel’s office was just a few doors down. You hoped he was in there because you needed him right now. More than you ever needed anyone in your life.

It was all too much. The weight of your role for this ballet, the way Carlotta never seemed to put your needs first or believe anything you said, and the way Pierre excessively hounded you day after day. He had calmed down after that intervention with Joel, but he slowly started getting under your skin again. Mocking and terrorizing you, trying to make you do things you didn’t want to do.

You just wanted to leave, to run away. You wanted out and now. But you know you couldn’t. You signed a contract that you couldn’t break. You were signed on for two months at the least. That meant no escaping till the run of the show was over. You were living in hell, and the devil had caught you himself.

You came upon Joel’s large office and knocked as your knuckles rapped against the heavy door. You could feel the panic flow through you, feel every nerve ending in your body start to burst. You were about to knock again, but before you could the door opened wide. And there stood Joel in his large, broad stature.

“Oh hey there, sunshine. Didn’t expect to see…”

He stopped mid sentence when he saw your face. Taking in your deep breaths and your watering eyes. You were trying your best to keep your composure, but the worried look that was showing on his face made it harder to hold in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked with a serious gaze, his eyes turning that warm honey color when he was focusing on something intently. “Talk to me.”

You tried to speak but no words came out. Instead you broke down like the mess you were. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let your tears fall like a flood down your face as you crashed into his body, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

He quickly wrapped you in his strong embrace and led you over to his office chair. He sat down and picked you up in his lap as he kept you enveloped in his arms where it was warm and safe. Where you felt most at home.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

You looked up into his warm face as another tear fell from your eyes. He quickly caught it with his thumb and wiped it away, making your heart melt at how gentle he was being with you. You swallowed anymore tears that were threatening to spill and choked on your own voice.

“P…Pierre tried to threaten me. S…saying he’d get you fired if I didn’t give him what he wanted. And…and I tried telling Carlotta that Pierre hit me the other day, and she didn’t believe me and basically told me I was exaggerating. And…and…” More tears spilled down your face as you became a blubbering mess again.

“He did WHAT?” he screamed as his deep, angry voice carried around the closed office, watching as his pupils expanded and his nostrils flared. “Did he hit you again? I swear to God if he hit you I’m gonna…”

“No, he didn’t hit me again,” you expressed hurriedly.

“Where is he? I’m gonna wring his neck, that fucker is dead,” he growled. He tried to get up, but you stopped him as you put a hand on his chest.

“No, don’t. That’ll only make things worse,” you said sadly.

Joel sighed and clenched his jaw. “If I see him again I’m gonna teach him how to fucking respect a woman. How dare he try to threaten what’s not his to take,” he growled as he bared his teeth, sending chills down your body.

Not his to take? Was he insinuating that maybe you were his now? Joel’s? The thought made your heart skip a beat.

He was so protective, so fucking strong as his biceps flexed under his plaid shirt. Making you desperate for his touch as he placed a hand softly against your cheek, brushing away more tears that fell. All you could do was cling to his shirt as you held him tight, making sure he didn’t slip through your grasp.

“You wanna get out of here? I can take you home. Can take you away from this fucked up place,” he said gently, moving his fingers slowly over your jaw, easing you from all your anxiety.

You shook your head sadly. “I can’t…I still have Act Two to go through today…”

“You know you don’t have to do this. You can leave. You can get out of here, go somewhere else. Anywhere else,” he said adamantly, staring at you with those dark eyes as they took over you completely, captivating all your senses.

“I signed a contract. I have to do it…” you said with a small voice as you lowered your eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. And then you sat in silence for a minute, not able to use your words. He must’ve noticed the tension in your posture because he gently laid a hand across the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he lifted your chin to meet his coffee colored eyes. He looked so worried, so somber as he spoke to you. “You say the word and I’ll fucking destroy Pierre. If Carlotta doesn’t listen to you then I’ll go talk to her myself. And I won’t be so nice about it. I’ll go to a higher up if I have to. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect you.”

Oh.

He really cared what happened to you. And your heart was bursting at the seams because of it. Your protector. Your savior. Your knight in shining armor.

“I know you will,” you said as you smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek, feeling that roughness from his salt and pepper beard. You could’ve stayed there all day in his embrace, running your fingers through his scruff, feeling his warmness that overwhelmed your senses.

“I have to go back. They’ll be looking for me,” you sighed as you painfully pulled out of his embrace and stood up on shaky legs. He put a hand around your waist to steady you as he stood up and kept you in place for a few seconds longer.

“You be careful, sweetheart. Don’t let ‘em force you to do anything you don’t want to. And don’t you dare let that fucker talk you into doing anything with him. I wasn’t kidding. I’ll break his fucking jaw with no hesitation if he tries anything else,” he said with flared nostrils.

“I’ll be careful. Promise. I just don’t want you getting in trouble for any of this if Pierre tried something again” you whispered.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

You gave him a small nod and a tight smile. Before you turned to walk out of his office, he caught your wrist as it stopped any movement from you. You slowly turned to look back into those burning eyes.

“I’ll be out there in the auditorium watching. For the rest of the day. I’m gonna make sure you’re alright. I’ll be right there if you need me, darlin’. Nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m around, I can promise you that.”

You held back a tear as you gave him a gentle smile. Trying your best not to run to him and sink into his arms again. Because if you did then nobody could pry you away from those impenetrable arms. They’d have to drag you out screaming.

He grazed your cheek once more before you bit your lip and walked out of his office with your head held high, with Joel right on your tail. Before you passed through the main auditorium doors, you looked back once more to glance at him. Your savior in disguise.

“Go show ‘em what you’re made of, sunshine,” he said with that low southern voice that made your insides shiver. You nodded in his direction and then pulled the doors open, stepping into that wide, uncomfortable room.

“Ahh there you are, come on! You’re up. Get in place,” she commanded as she pointed to your starting position.

You slowly made your way to the stage, taking your sweet time as you dragged your hand across the red velvet walls, grounding yourself back to the show, back to your prison cell as you climbed the steep steps and got into position.

As you waited for the music to play, you looked up and saw Joel in the shadows of an opera box. He was leaning against the wall and crossing his arms tightly as he stared down at the stage, at you. Something shifted inside you then when you saw that brooding face and clenched jaw look right through you.

You almost missed the start of your routine because you were so focused on the smouldering man that lit a fire inside you. You tried your best to keep him out of your mind when you went through the routine, but you couldn’t. He was stuck like glue. Something you couldn’t get rid of.

He stayed in the same spot for the rest of practice. Watching like a prowling tiger about to pounce on their prey if he saw anything go wrong. And when Pierre was on stage he glared so hard at him that you thought he might turn into the Hulk himself. He was livid, enraged at the fiend on the stage with you. And when he got his chance he’d tear him in half and rip him to shreds. And that made you feel things that scared you. Things you didn’t want to come to the surface. But it was too late. You had already fallen into the tiger’s trap. You were ready to be eaten alive by the man with dark eyes. Needing to be devoured completely.

Friday came in the blink of an eye. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than yesterday, but it could. And it did. Carlotta was like an uncontrolled, emaciated dog. Constantly barking orders at all the dancers, but more importantly she chewed you out the most. Her most prized possession, the star of the show. The swan.

She was running you through the show three times today. Saying how you needed to make up for having two days off on the weekend. She was fucking nuts. Three times in a row without many rest breaks and no long lunch break was insane. You tried to state your concern on the matter, but she’d hear none of it. And Pierre would be standing there giving you that stupid smirk that you wanted to slap off his face.

Trying to negotiate with Carlotta was useless. You felt hopeless. Felt like a prisoner inside these walls with your feet chained to the stage and your vocal cords cut tautly so no one could hear your pleading screams that were being silenced before you could even speak. You were in your own personal hell and you were begging for someone to come save you.

“Alright, take it from the top! Swan, come to the front of the stage and get in position. I want you to do the last dance of Act One again,” Carlotta commanded as she pointed her sharp red claws at the middle of the stage.

“Can we please take a ten minute rest break? I need some water and…”

She silenced you as she did a ziplock motion across her plump injected lips. “Zip. From the top. You’re fine,” she reassured.

You puffed out your bottom lip and held back tears as you fought teeth and nails to drag your feet to your starting position. Pierre watched closely from the side as a big smile encased his face, his beady eyes tearing into your skin like he was stripping you of your soul.

You quickly pulled your eyes away from him and focused on your breathing as you tried to slow down your racing heart. You did what you usually did before you started a routine. Your eyes gazed up as you scanned the opera boxes, going over each one carefully, looking for a certain brooding, protective man. But you didn’t see him anywhere.

Shit.

Where was he? You needed him more than ever in this moment. If he was in here he’d probably tear Carlotta to shreds and threaten to report her for abuse of her dancers. Not that it would do any good, but you knew he’d try. And for that you couldn’t ask anything else.

You sighed disappointingly and focused back on your starting position, getting into second position gradually. The graceful music started up and so did your body. You focused on making your legs long and your arms sharp, forcing a fake smile to appear on your face. You felt no joy in your dancing today, so it just felt like monotonous clockwork. Strangled and repeated in the worst possible way.

“Bigger smile, chin up! Tighter spins. Come on, swan, show us passion!” Carlotta screamed from the audience.

You were gritting your teeth with every turn you took, your feet feeling like you were walking on sharp glass. Every extension of your arms felt like a heavy weight that was dragging you down to the floor. You were so tired, so famished after burning off all your calories from your scrambled egg breakfast. Nothing to satisfy your body’s aching need to just rest. It was too much, this was too much.

“More feeling, give me more delicate swan! Feel the desire of breaking free from your swan form!” Carlotta barked from the front of the room, making you want to absolutely lose it because you were giving everything you had to this blasted role. A role you were so excited to play until it was her that would be instructing the whole goddamn ballet.

As you spun across the stage you could feel your body start to rock off balance, feel the room start to spin as your head was caving in on itself. Black dots started to form in your vision, and you knew this feeling all too well. You were about to pass out, and there was no soft pillow to catch you if you hit the hardwood floor.

You finished the spin sequence and went into your next move, trying to shake the dizzy spell you were under. The music started to go in and out as your ears started to betray you. Your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t see where the end of the stage was anymore. You tried to choke out a plea from your lips, but no voice came from within.

The room was getting hot as a flash of warmth spread from your head, down your torso, past your thighs, and all the way to your toes. It was like you were hit with lightning as a wave of nausea took over your senses. You tried to lift your hands in front of your face to block out the blinding lights from above, but it was no use. You couldn’t see the shape of your hands any longer, couldn’t feel the tingling sensations in your fingertips anymore. And then your world went dark. You hit the floor so hard that it knocked the wind out of you as searing pain took over your head. And then you went cold, your world fading away as it all turned to black.

The last thing you remembered was a silent cry to the man with the dark eyes.

Joel. Save me…

A few minutes passed and you could hear the far off distant voices of arguing. Could feel the strong arms of someone holding your body in their arms. Could sense the desperate, needy attempt to see if you were okay. You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew it from the moment you felt his arms.

It was Joel. He was here. And now he was coming to your rescue, just like always.

You could hear the distinct shouts in the auditorium now. Could feel just how angry Joel was while Carlotta could care less.

“See, this is what happens when you push your dancers too far. This is what happens when they’re not getting the proper care!” Joel shouted with gritted teeth, his voice like a grizzly bear about to take out a victim in its vicinity.

“She’ll be fine. My dancers are tough. They can take it,” she said with a careless, nonchalant voice.

You could feel just how livid Joel was. Could feel the heat coming off his body, could picture how he looked right at this moment. You were so close to coming up to the surface, but you were still lost to the darkness. Only able to hear the voices swirling around you.

“You’re going to put her in the goddamn hospital if you keep pushing her!” Joel growled angrily. You’d never heard him this mad before. It was almost paralyzing how powerful the man really was.

“She’ll be fine. Just give her a few minutes to rest and she can finish her routine. I have faith,” she said proudly.

“She won’t be dancing anymore today, period! She could have a concussion for Christ’s sake! Did you not hear how hard she hit the floor? I heard it clear out in the lobby. Where’s the nurse at? I know you have one on staff,” he roared, sending a clear echo through the vacant auditorium.

“The nurse is off today,” she said dismissively.

“That’s jus’ great,” he spit out with a vexed tone. “Well, I’ll fucking make sure she’s okay then since no one else seems to care!” he growled.

You could hear Carlotta huff at his statement like she was being bothered by his and your presence. You might as well have been a walking ghost if you’d never met Joel. Hell, you might’ve already been dead. He’d saved you more ways than one. And for that you were eternally grateful.

You started to slowly wake up and come up out of the dark waves as you pulled yourself free from the petrifying, soundless darkness. You started to stir and move your legs just slightly, barely grazing your hand over Joel’s chest as you turned to the right where he was at.

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked at the blinding lights that were above you, until Joel moved to where his hands were on your shoulders and his face was looming over yours. Your focus was clear again as his worried features casted over you.

“Hey, sunshine. You’re awake,” he said quietly as he affectionately grazed his fingers across your cheek, soothing all your troubles with just his warm touch.

“You had quite a fall a few minutes ago. Scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know if you’d wake up again. Are you alright? Your head? Tell me what hurts, tell me how I can fix it,” he said adamantly, looking at you with those coffee colored brown eyes. The ones that you wanted to drink up and bask in.

You scrunched your face as you pointed to the back of your head. “My head. That’s where it hurts the most,” you said weakly.

He gently put a hand on the back of your head and rubbed light circles across your sore skull. You winced when he hit a particularly tender area. “Ouch,” you cried out quietly.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to make it hurt more. Gonna do a little test on ya. See if you have a concussion or not.” He slid one arm out and put a hand in front of your face. “How many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

You concentrated on his rough fingers as he held his hand in front of the bleeding light. You squinted and tried your best to make out the fingers. It was a little blurry at first, but your eyes settled in and cleared up after a moment.

“Four,” you answered unsure of yourself.

“That’s it. Let’s try a few more times now. Make sure you’re alright.” He held up different fingers three more times until you answered every one of them right. He was pleased and nodded his head.

“Think you’ll be okay, sunshine. Now, let’s get you up off this cold floor, and I’ll take ya home. No more dancing today,” he said as he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms.

“Just where do you think you’re taking her?” Carlotta asked as she stood up from her chair and came to the front of the stage with her hands on her narrow hips.

“She’s going home to rest,” Joel said sternly with bared teeth.

“She is needed on the dance floor.”

“She is needed to be tended to!” he growled out, his deep voice echoing around the now silent room.

Carlotta’s bright eyes went wide as her jaw dropped and then closed, not having anything else to say. She pursed her lips and turned off the stage, having no other fight in her words. Joel took that as a win and headed off the stage with you in his arms, tucked snuggly into his side. Where you wanted to stay for as long as possible.

“You have a bag here you need?” he asked as he walked behind the crimson curtain.

“A bag? For what?” you asked as your eyes looked up to meet his.

“I’m takin’ you back home with me.”

Oh.

“Nobody else seems the least bit concerned for your well being, so I’ll fucking make sure you’re taken care of tonight,” he said with a sharp scowl on his face as his jaw clenched into a tight fist.

Your jaw dropped at the sentiment. Joel was taking you back home? To his place? Holy…

You shook yourself from the trance-like state you were in and nodded. “Yeah, I have a bag in my dressing room I could take,” you said hurriedly.

“Need anything else back at your place?” he asked with a raised brow.

“No, I have everything I need in my bag,” you stated. He nodded and headed back to your dressing room to retrieve your bag. Thankfully you always kept a change of normal clothes and toiletry items in case something like this were to happen. You were grateful for it because you didn’t want to go back home. You just wanted to get to Joel’s. As fast as possible.

When you entered into the small, lavish dressing room you pointed out your pink gym bag, and he hoisted it over his shoulder, keeping you wrapped against his chest. Then he started walking out of the theater as you passed the staring, whispering crowd. You didn’t care. You’d let them whisper, say what they wanted. You didn’t give a fuck anymore. All you cared about was the man that held you tightly in his arms.

As soon as you stepped through the theater doors, the air was chilly as November hung in the air. The street was alight with evening traffic, and the trees were blowing in the howling wind. You could see a storm was on the horizon as the puffy grey clouds hung low in the air. And you could smell rain. You were in tune with stormy weather since you came from Florida. It was like a sixth sense, if that’s what you’d call it.

The frigid air was giving you goosebumps across your bare arms, and you started to shake from the coldness of the evening. Joel noticed immediately and shielded you as much as he could with his thick arms.

“My place is jus’ about a ten minute walk from here. You want my plaid shirt?” he asked as he kept briskly walking down the busy street, careful not to bump into anyone.

You thought about what it would be like to have his warm, green plaid shirt on. Imagined how it must smell just like him. With that faint scent of pine cones and mint and just a hint of mahogany. The perfect combination to make you get lost in a scent like that. Of him.

You shook your head, not wanting him to be left cold. “No, I think I’m warm enough. Just hold me a little tighter and I think I’ll be fine,” you said with a nervous smile.

He smiled gently down at you and laughed. “You got it, sunshine.” With that he pulled you as tight to him as you could get at the moment, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling that intoxicating scent of his that made you dizzy.

“You know I can walk, right?” you said with a laugh as you watched people pass you by as you made your way further down the street, closer to his place.

“Does your head still hurt?” he asked as he gazed down at you, scanning your face.

“A little,” you said honestly, rubbing the back of your head, right where that sensitive spot was.

“Then I’m not putting you down till we get to the house. I’ll put you down when we get there. Where I can make sure you can walk without my assistance,” he said with finality.

“Fair enough,” you sighed.

A few minutes passed as you focused on the scenery around you. The busy stores were lit up with people frantically shopping, the crowded sidewalks where you frequently saw a dog dragging their human around the scent filled sidewalks were packed, the orange and yellow leaves constantly blew in the stormy air, and cars were jam packed back to back in the evening flow of traffic.

Joel turned a sharp corner and walked down a main road filled with grand townhouses. He walked up to a two story classic brick townhouse and took out a key, putting it in the lock and turning it as he pushed the door open and stepped in. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a fancy accent, making you laugh under your breath.

“Wow, look at this place,” you said in awe as you took in the fancy atmosphere of his place.

There was a lavish staircase to the right of the door that led to a single room upstairs. There was a small crystal chandelier covering the entryway and lighting up the way to the next room. As he led you into the living room, you saw pictures lining the walls of him and what you assumed to be his daughter Sarah.

There was a fireplace just waiting to be lit in the corner with a 70 inch flat screen above it. A large, comfy cream sectional sat in the middle of the room, and next to there was a big, open kitchen that had marble countertops and a large stove for cooking. The space was huge but also cozy at the same time. And it smelled like him. It was overwhelming, a smell you wanted to cling to yourself so you’d never forget what he smelled like. Spices, mint, mahogany. All your new favorite scents.

“Wow, this is all yours?” you asked in awe.

“All mine,” he laughed.

“And you live here alone?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Mostly. Sarah comes and stays some weekends or when she’s on break, but other than that it’s just me.”

“Do you ever get lonely?” you asked quietly.

Joel’s lip twitched as he looked down at you with warm caramel eyes. “Sometimes.”

He shook the question off and placed you down on the ground, getting your legs back underneath you as you let go of him. “Alright, you feel stable? You dizzy at all or anything?” he asked as he held his arms out, ready to catch you at any second.

You tested your legs out and took a couple steps. No dizziness, no wobbly legs, you were fine. “Think I’m okay,” you confirmed.

He gave you a once over to be sure, giving you an unsure look like you were just pretending to be okay.

“Joel, I’m fine. Promise,” you said with big eyes looking straight at him.

He hummed a response and nodded. “Go sit down on the couch, I’ll get you an ice pack.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen, turning on the overhead lights and digging in the freezer as you heard him shuffling things around frantically.

You made your way over to the couch and sat down, sinking into the velvety material that felt super soft on your skin. You looked around the rest of the room. There was a narrow hallway past the kitchen that looked to have a few other rooms there. Across from the couch and next to the fireplace sat a white oak door that you assumed to be a bedroom. Maybe Joel’s? There was a large coffee table next to the couch that was dark and looked vintage. A picturesque window sat on the opposite side of the couch, covered with light brown curtains that shaded the living room. A cashmere candle sat in the middle of the coffee table, and you wondered if maybe that was one of his favorite scents. Overall, the house was warm and comfortable. Much more homey than your vacant apartment across from the theater.

Joel came back over and sat on the couch with you, the ice pack secured in his hand. “How’s your head feeling? Any better?” he asked as he gently ran a hand across the back of your head, finding that one spot that was still sensitive. You winced at his touch and he apologized quickly.

“Here, put this on there for a few minutes. Should help ease the pain away.” He carefully set the ice pack against the back of your head as you sunk down and leaned back on the freezing block of ice.

“Give it 15 minutes to set in. Don’t wanna freeze you out,” he laughed lightly as he said it.

He was sitting so close to you, his outline creasing into the couch as his knee touched your thigh. His hand lightly grazed the side of your leg when he brought his hand down and you shuttered at how good his fingers felt. Even if they were just barely lingering on you. You gulped as you looked into his inviting chocolate eyes. Wanting to swim in those thick pools of warmth.

“I’m gonna make some dinner. What do you want?” His thick accent got caught on the last word, making you audibly gasp at the drawn out syllables.

“Anything,” you answered too fast.

“Hmm, anything?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I’m not picky. Pick your poison,” you stated simply.

He laughed at your response. “You like chicken, right? How about I make some chicken stir fry then? Would that be alright?”

“Sounds amazing,” you said excitedly.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll get started on dinner then,” he said with a small smile as he got off the couch, leaving his large imprint in the spot next to you.

Sweetheart. You loved when he called you that. It was…intimate. Maybe he didn’t mean it to be, but it was to you.

You watched him walk off to the kitchen casually, carefully getting out some pots and pans from the sanded cabinets and digging in the fridge, pulling out ingredients to make the dinner. You leaned back into the cold ice pack and closed your eyes for just a second. Taking in just where you were, trying to calm your nerves that you were in his house. Alone with him.

All of a sudden something jumped in your lap. You about lurched to a standing position until you saw what it was. A cat. Joel had a cat? He didn’t say anything about a cat. It was a long haired large cat that had the colors of a Maine Coon. A white cat with grey stripes that lined its entire body. Bright green eyes and pointy ears finished its majestic look. The cat purred at you and nuzzled your arm, wanting you to pet it.

“Oh, I forgot to mention I had a cat. That’s Tiger. He’s a rescue that showed up at my door when I moved in. Had him ever since. He’s been a pretty good cat,” he said as he rustled around the kitchen, starting the stove.

“Hi, Tiger,” you said affectionately as you stroked his back, watching him find a comfy spot on your lap as you continued stroking his soft fur.

“I think he likes you,” he said with a smile in his voice, watching the two of you closely.

“Didn’t know you were a cat person,” you said as you looked over at him with a stupid grin on your face.

“Didn’t think I was either until I took him in. Poor thing was freezing. I couldn’t just let him freeze to death, so I let him stay a couple days. Decided to keep him. Was a good choice on my part. Think it did me some good,” he said as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” you said mischievously to him.

“Guess so,” he said with a smirk on his face, making your insides queasy.

So he was caring and protective of animals too? He really was the perfect package.

You noticed you still had your pointe shoes on and your practice clothes. You were dying to get out of your tight, uncomfortable clothes. Almost suffocating you as you sat there on the couch. Joel must’ve noticed your discomfort because he said something about it.

“You alright?” he asked concerned as he made his way over to you.

“I’m fine. Just want to get out of these clothes,” you sighed.

“You want a shower? There’s a bathroom next to Sarah’s room. It’s fully stocked. You can use it if you want.”

“Umm yeah, if you don’t mind. That’d be nice,” you said as you felt sticky in your tights and too tight leotard. Your skirt barely grazing your thighs.

“I don’t mind at all. Well, c’mon. I’ll show you where it’s at,” he said as he took your ice pack and helped you up off the couch, dropping your hand all too fast as you didn’t want the contact to end. Tiger jumped out of your lap and followed you down the hall, staying close by your heels.

You followed Joel down the narrow carpeted hall, turning into a full bathroom that was decorated in lilac and pink curtains. Seashells lined the granite sink, giving it that beachy theme you loved. He set out a purple towel and washcloth for you on the sink.

“Sarah like the ocean?” you asked as your eyes scraped across the rest of the room, taking in the ocean wallpaper and the mermaid shower curtain.

“Oh yeah. Used to take her all the time when we lived in Texas. Could barely get that girl out of the water. Had to drag her out screaming.” His lips curled into a smile as a genuine laugh escaped his mouth. He looked so pretty when he smiled. Something that you wanted a picture of so you wouldn’t ever forget it. That handsome, gorgeous face.

“What about you? You like the ocean, Florida girl?” He gave you a flirtatious smirk and your cheeks burned crimson.

“Most definitely. One of my favorite places,” you said in a dream like voice, remembering long nights on the beach with friends when your hair would be filled with salt water and your swimsuit would be caked in sand.

“You miss it?” he asked quietly, searching your wondering eyes.

“The ocean? Yeah, I miss it.”

He hummed under his breath and kept his gaze on you. After a minute of quiet stares he pushed off the wall and headed for the door. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything, and I mean anything at all.”

He ran his eyes slowly over you, making you audibly gasp. The way he said anything made your mind wonder. Made you think of how it’d feel to be skin to skin with him in the shower, running his hands down your body, spreading your legs so he could snake his way inside and light you up until you couldn’t hold in the heat anymore.

“I’ll be in the kitchen. Holler if you need me.” And with that he closed the door and left you alone with your wondering thoughts and building heat between your legs.

You leaned against the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Focus. Get your head out of the gutter and just get a shower.

You sat down on the edge of the bath and unlaced your pointe shoes, shoving them off your aching feet. You slowly flexed and extended your toes, holding in a sob as it felt so good to get them off your feet. A warm shower would do you some good.

You quickly stripped yourself of the tights and pulled down your practice leotard, throwing the skirt to the floor in a heap. Your whole body ached from head to toe, and you were dying to go get a massage. You needed one direly. You threw open the mermaid curtain and turned the faucet to hot, watching the water come pouring out of the shower head in a wave.

You dragged yourself over the edge and stood up, letting the hot water peel over your skin as you basked in the way it felt on your back. You groaned as it seemed to help your aching muscles and tight neck. You quickly lathered some vanilla soap on the washcloth and slowly dragged it along your neck and down your body, making its way down to your throbbing thighs. And then your mind went to dark places again. Wet, hot places.

You imagined the soft washcloth was Joel, running his hands through your silky hair, marking your neck with wet, caressing kisses, running his tongue down your body, lapping up the slick in between your legs, grabbing your thighs as his rough calloused hands lifted you up to wrap your legs around his back, sliding his fingers in between your slits, rubbing you till you couldn’t hold on anymore, pumping inside you until your body shook with pleasant desire, feeding every single need that your body craved.

You quickly moved your fingers away from inside your thighs, squeezing your legs together as you were already so close to releasing. Feeling that sick desire creep up your spine, almost to the edge of a climax.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shouldn’t be doing this in his shower, in his house. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help the way you felt like exploding fireworks when you were around him.

And that face.

Those eyes. Those goddamn brown eyes. He made you sick. Sick with desire, with need.

You were already so close so you might as well finish the job so you wouldn’t be on edge during dinner. You pushed your fingers in between your thighs and found your throbbing clit, putting just enough pressure on it that it made you want to cry out as it felt sooo good.

You were pretending it was his hands, his rough fingers finishing you off.

There ya go, sunshine. Come for me. Be a good girl now, darlin’. Let me taste you.

And then you were coming, hard. You held in a moan as you covered your mouth and let the sensation pull over you, feeling that warmth coat your thighs as you fell back against the wall, trying to keep your legs from caving in.

You stood there for a few minutes just catching your breath, coming back down from your blissful high. God, you wanted him. No, needed him. You don’t know what the fuck was wrong with you or why he had that strong of a grasp on you, but he did. And now you’d be crushed if he didn’t want you back.

But it was obvious he liked you. Very obvious. The way he stared at you in the theater, the way he took in every inch of you with his eyes. The way he was overly protective of you, the way he cared about what happened to you, the way he wanted to take care of you. He did like you. You were just gaslighting yourself to think the opposite.

You finished up in the shower, cutting off the water as silence took over the bathroom. Only the drip of the faucet could be heard. You quickly dried off and rummaged through your bag. You didn’t have much of a selection. There was a pair of yoga pants and a pair of black soffe shorts. You picked the shorts over the pants.

You slid on your lacy pink underwear and pulled up the shorts next as they clung to your curves, showing off your toned thighs. Next you clasped your bra and pulled on an oversized Nirvana shirt, almost covering the length of your shorts. You pulled on some ankle length black socks and called it good. You weren’t like the typical ballerina stereotype. You liked Rock and Roll just as much as you liked classical ballet music. You stood out amongst the other dancers and you didn’t care one bit.

You pulled your tight bun out and tousled your hair around, leaving behind thick waves as they passed your shoulders. You threw on some shiny pink lip gloss and puckered your lips together, smoothing out the gloss evenly. If this didn’t get Joel’s attention then you didn’t know what would. You took one more look at yourself in the mirror and crossed your fingers. Hoping that tonight would go well because your nerves were starting to get the best of you.

When you turned the doorknob and shut the lights off, you stepped into the hall and slowly made your way towards the kitchen. When you stepped into the light, you could see Joel focused on mixing the bowl of broccoli and chicken, flavoring it with some kind of soy sauce. He had a hand towel over his left shoulder and he looked adorable the way he was carefully mixing ingredients together. Your handsome chef hard at work.

You were leaning on the wall, so far gone admiring him from a distance that you didn’t hear him clear his throat. You jumped up and moved closer to the kitchen island, trying not to turn a shade of red.

He watched you walk over, slowly scanning his eyes down your body, landing on your thighs and lingering his brown eyes just a little too long. You were right. The shorts did get his attention. When you pulled out a bar stool and sat down his eyes gazed up to your face, taking in your long waves of hair. And then there was that look. The same look he had given you when he took you to dinner and saw you with your hair down for the first time. He looked captivated, intrigued. And you swore you saw stars in his eyes.

Did you really affect him the way that he affected you? Maybe, just maybe…

He cleared his throat again and shook himself out of a daze. “Feel a little better?” he asked casually.

“Much,” you said with a smile his way.

“Good. Glad to hear it. Dinner’s about ready. Should be done in a couple minutes,” he said as he mixed the food with the stirring utensil.

You watched the way he cooked, watched how his bulging biceps clung to his rolled up plaid shirt, watched as he took special care in making sure every ingredient was just right. It’s like he was a natural. You could watch him stir a pot all day long, and you’d probably drool while you took in every second.

“You seem like a natural. Do you cook all the time?” you asked curiously as you put your elbow on the island and leaned on it, bracing your hand under your chin.

“I didn’t actually start cooking till I had Sarah. Figured I should learn ya know? Turns out I actually kinda enjoy it. With how much I build stuff, it’s kinda like doing that. But instead of doors or floors, it’s making something delicious in the kitchen. Something I can eat. I don’t know, I kinda find it relaxing believe it or not.” He smiled as he turned to you, finding that glimmer in his caramel eyes. He was beautiful. Even the way he talked about cooking was beautiful.

Okay, he was perfect. You had found absolutely nothing wrong with him. The only question was why the hell did he pick you? Out of everyone he could’ve had, he chose you. Well, at least you hoped he did. But you were sitting in his kitchen and he was making you dinner. So of course he picked you. You just still couldn’t believe you got this lucky.

“Do you like to cook?” he asked as he cocked an eyebrow up, bringing the pan over to the middle of the kitchen island as he poured some in two glass bowls, watching the heat rise from the freshly made chicken.

“If you mean bake then absolutely. My favorite thing to make is pies. And believe it or not, I make some of the best cherry pies,” you said proudly, sitting a little taller as you spoke.

“I’ll bet you do,” he smirked. “You’ll have to make me one one of these days. Need to taste it for myself and see if it’s as delicious as you say it is,” he said with smouldering eyes, his smirk still planted on the side of his mouth.

You gulped at the suggestion, gawking up at him with what he just said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or if he was being serious. He said taste your cherry pie. Did he mean an actual pie or was he talking about what was in between your legs? You could feel the crimson heat on the side of your cheeks start to burn. You took a swig of water to cool yourself off.

“Oh, yeah. I could totally make you a pie,” you said nonchalantly, brushing it off like he didn’t just send a wave of slick down your underwear.

“Perfect,” he beamed. “Well, dinner’s done. Go ahead and try it. See if you like it. But be careful, it might be hot,” he warned as he handed you a bowl. It smelled absolutely delicious, and you already knew it’d be amazing.

You picked up a forkful and blew on it, slowly popping it in your mouth as you chewed and swallowed the rich, savoury food. Your eyes went wide as all your taste buds hit at once. It was amazing. “Holy shit, Joel. This is delicious!” you shouted, quickly realizing you needed to calm down as you sat back in your seat.

He laughed at your response. “Glad ya like it. There’s plenty more so help yourself.”

You smiled at him and nodded, putting your focus back into the bowl. You took a few more bites, nearly halfway done with your food already. You could feel his eyes on you. Watching you calmly, enjoying the sight of you devouring his food.

You looked back up at him and he was just watching you intently, arms leaning on the other side of the kitchen island. His brown eyes were calm, collected. And they looked like straight honey, making you want to drink them down.

“You gonna join me or?” you asked, your forks twirling around a lone noodle.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” he said hurriedly as he grabbed his own bowl and joined you in the seat next to you, his knee grazing against yours as he scooted in, sending a wave of electricity down your body.

“Thank you for dinner. You really are a great cook,” you said as you took another bite full of chicken and broccoli.

“Anytime,” he answered with a small smile.

You filled up your bowl again and inhaled it slowly, feeling the pit in your stomach become full and happy. Joel took your empty bowl from you when he was finished and put it in the sink, washing the dirty dishes and putting them away in the dishwasher.

You walked over to the wall by the oak door, stopping at a picture that had to be Sarah. You grazed your fingers over the black smooth edge of the frame and looked at the smiling faces of Joel and Sarah in the picture. She had on a blue graduation gown and held the cap high above her head. She had a big smile, one that could definitely light up a room. And she had long flowing hair. She had the same smile as Joel. And you couldn’t help but crinkle your eyes at the sight.

“Is this Sarah?” you asked loudly, so Joel could hear you from the other room. You heard him close the dishwasher and come up behind you, peeking around your shoulder.

“Yep. That’s my baby girl. Just graduated from high school in that picture. She sure was excited to go off to college,” he said with a huff, a little sadness in his eyes.

“She’s pretty,” you replied, smiling over your shoulder at him.

He grinned at that. “She sure is. Had to take out the bat a couple of times senior year when some boys broke her heart.”

A faint giggle left your mouth as you could picture it now. “Of course you did. Now I see why you’re so protective. You have a daughter, it’s your natural instinct.”

“I only protect what’s mine,” he reassured.

What was his? Oh. Was he inclining that you were his? Butterflies shot through your stomach at just the thought of it. His. You liked the sound of that.

“You like wine?” he asked curiously.

“Depends what kind. Why?”

“I have some red wine in the fridge if you’d like some.”

“Oh, ummm sure. I’d love some,” you answered excitedly.

“Great. Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll bring over a glass for you.”

“Alright.”

You made your way back to the velvety couch and sat down, curling your legs up underneath you. The fire was lit now. Joel turned it on when you were showering. You watched the orange flames dance above the logs, enjoying the warmth the fire was giving off.

You heard the cork screw loosen from the wine bottle as Joel popped off the top, listening to the sound of the liquid splash into the glass cups. It didn’t take long for Joel to hand you a glass and join you on the couch. He sat down close to you, so close that his knee grazed against yours, sending nerves running down your spine.

Suddenly you were nervous. You were sitting in Joel’s house on his couch, drinking his wine as you basked in his presence. It was a lot to handle. He was a lot.

You took a swig of the wine as it ran down your throat. It was smooth and clean, tasting like a hint of raspberries. It was delicious. “This is really good,” you said as you took one more sip, setting it down on the coffee table.

“Glad you like it.” Joel took another sip of his and set it down next to yours. And then suddenly you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You were a nervous wreck.

“Sarah’s room is kind of a mess right now. I could always get some clean sheets on her bed, and you could sleep in there tonight. Or I could make up the couch for you. Whatever’s more comfortable and whichever you prefer.”

“Oh, the couch is fine,” you answered.

“You sure? I don’t mind,” he stated quickly.

“Yeah. I don’t want you going through all the trouble of getting her room set up. I’m sure she doesn’t exactly want me taking over her bed,” you laughed. “The couch is fine,” you confirmed.

“Alright. If you change your mind let me know.”

Joel was so nice. Always thinking of others before himself. And the way he tried to make an effort in everything he did was something you admired. He was an 11/10. The absolute perfect gentleman. A man you wanted to keep around. If he’d let you.

“How’s your head? Still hurt any?” he asked cautiously as he ran a hand through your hair, doing your best not to groan at the sensation of his fingers running down your scalp. He went over the sensitive spot, and it wasn’t so bad anymore. In fact, it felt a lot better.

“It’s not bad. Think that ice pack helped a lot and just rest helped,” you said as you leaned into his touch, not wanting his hand to move away just yet.

“Glad to hear it,” he said with his fingers still entwined in your hair. You wanted to tell him not to stop. You wanted to lean over and lay in his lap, let him gently massage your scalp till you fell asleep. He must’ve got the hint because he slowly massaged your scalp, digging his fingernails into just the right spots, making you feel so good. That turned into a groan as the noise came from deep in your throat, making you close your eyes for a few seconds as if to revel in the pure bliss of his thick fingers.

“Feel good?” he asked in a low tone, making your legs squeeze together at the mere sound of his voice.

“Mhm,” you answered back, not able to fully make a clear sentence right now. He laughed as you leaned into his touch, clearly enjoying himself as much as you were.

He finally stopped after a few minutes, slowly taking his fingers away from your hair and gently laying his hand down next to you. Right next to your thigh, carefully grazing his fingers against the bare skin, sending goosebumps from every area he touched on your outer thigh.

“Joel,” you stated quietly.

“Hmm?” he hummed out.

You turned your body to him, making his hand linger closer to the top of your thigh. “Thank you. For saving me again. If you wouldn’t have been there, I really don’t know if I’d be standing right now.”

He clenched his jaw and looked at you intently. Those warm honey eyes turning one shade darker. “‘Course, darlin’. I wasn’t gonna just leave you there. Had to get you out. They would’ve put you in the hospital if I wasn’t there to step in.” He looked so mad, seething almost. And you knew why. He hated seeing you get hurt. You could tell by the way he carried himself every time you were.

“But really, I can’t thank you enough. You’re my hero. And you saved me more times than one. For that I’m eternally grateful.” You placed a hand over his as you mouthed thank you again.

He moved his hand on top of yours and slowly traced his fingers up and down your hand, making your whole body lean into his gentle brushes to your skin. He felt electric, magnetic, so surreal.

“I’ll always be there when you need me, sunshine. Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” he said slowly, looking over your features with his warm eyes.

He raised a hand and gently caressed your cheek, drawing slow circles with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, wanting to simmer in that warmth. Wanting to lose yourself in his rough but also soft hands. He was so close to you now as his other hand landed on top of your thigh, slowly grazing your skin as he was sending warmth straight to your center, feeling that growing tension in the room. The heat taking over as feelings started to envelop your mind.

“About your contract. Can you get out of it?” he asked slowly, carefully observing your face.

You shook your head no, and he asked you another one. “What if you just got up and left, didn’t go back?”

“Then I’d be blacklisted from every dance company in the US. No one would ever dare hire me again. And that’s not what I want. I want to dance, but not for Carlotta and certainly not for Pierre. This wasn’t what I was expecting for my first big dance breakthrough. But I guess I have to deal with it,” you sighed, pulling your eyes off his face and staring at the floor as a wave of sadness hit you.

“Hey, look at me.” He placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your face back up to him, leveling his eyes with yours. “I’m gonna make sure you make it through those two months. And I’m gonna try my best to get under Carlotta’s skin. Make her back off you as much as possible. And I’ll make sure Pierre keeps his filthy hands off you,” he said with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, seething at the mere name of those two fools.

Your eyes were watery as you looked into the warm eyes of your knight in shining armor. The one that knew just how to save you in every way. You couldn’t get enough of him. Needed him so much that now you ached for him when he wasn’t around. Which was scary in itself. You were falling hard and fast.

“Why me?” you asked quietly as your eyes searched his face, looking for a clear answer of how you got so lucky in the first place.

“Because I saw that you were drowning and I couldn’t let you sink. You were too pretty, and you’re too special not to save,” he answered gently, keeping his thumb in place as it moved carefully over your jawline.

“Oh…” was all you could say. There was nothing else to say to that. It was…beautiful. He truly was your savior. Your gentle, brooding knight.

You sat there just staring at each other intensely, his hand still grazing your thigh and his fingers still sliding across the side of your face. It was so intimate. So sensual. You were more than just attracted to him. You were falling hard for everything he was. Kind, brave, protective, caring, thoughtful, and so much more.

You’d never felt like this for anyone. He was one of a kind. He was the one for you. You just knew it. You could feel it, taste it. That pull tugged at you, letting you know just how strong it was. It was magnetic on so many levels.

You could feel that tension hanging in the air. Could almost smell it as it hung over your head, sinking deep inside your body, wrapping itself around every nerve ending it could find. He was so close to your lips, you could almost taste him.

He pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and turned his gaze towards your lips. But before he acted on his instincts, he looked back up into your eyes and dropped his hand, leaning back into the couch. You internally groaned at the missed opportunity. He was so close to kissing you. So fucking close. You leaned your head back against the couch, but his hand still lingered over your thigh. Not once moving his hand away. And for now that was enough. That could be enough for tonight. It was something.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes until you heard a yawn come from Joel’s mouth. You looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:30pm. How’d it get so late so quick?

He slowly pushed himself off the couch, letting his fingers leave your thigh. Leaving your skin cold. Left yearning for his fingers to find your skin. Needing that warmth again.

“Well, it’s gettin’ late. Let me make up the couch for you, and I’ll let you get some sleep.” He went down the hall and grabbed some sheets and a pillow from the hall closet, coming back to get the couch ready. You wanted to stop him right there, ask if he would stay with you and let you cuddle. Feel his arm wrap around you as his fingers trailed up and down your body, giving you that warm feeling that everything would be okay because you were in his arms.

You got up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing away the wine residue on your lips. As soon as you walked back into the living room, the couch was ready for you. New sheets were sprawled out, and a fluffy white pillow and thick blanket sat at the edge of the couch just waiting for you to fall into.

Before you got into bed, Joel took a step forward and spoke hesitantly. “Hey, umm. I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow?” he asked nervously.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t have anything. Why do you ask?” you cocked your head and tried to read his nervous expression.

“Well, if you don’t have anything going on do you maybe wanna go to Central Park? Or maybe drive to the beach?” He was looking at you with big chocolate eyes, a hint of a smile showing on his lips.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you laughed, beaming up at him with a big smile.

“Do you want it to be a date?” His expression turned to a questioning gaze, his eyebrows raised as an almost boyish grin took over. He was so damn cute.

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your eyes growing large with admiration for the handsome man that stood in front of you. “Yes,” you shook your head. “I’d love that.”

“Great. It’s a date then. Uhh well, goodnight. Get some rest, sunshine.” With that he turned towards the oak door and turned the knob, sliding through and disappearing as it shut tight behind him.

You sat up giddily and internally screamed at what just happened. Joel had asked you on an actual date. Ekk! You fell onto the fluffy pillow and pulled the blanket up to your chin, turning towards his door and outlining it with your eyes. You were in Joel’s house, sleeping on his couch, only feet from his room. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You had to calm down. You needed to get some rest. So you slowed your thoughts and closed your eyes, trying to focus on sleep and not on the big, strong man in the other room.

You woke up a couple hours later to the sound of crashing thunder outside. You were no stranger to storms, but they still put you on edge as you had been through one too many hurricanes. You tossed and turned for the next several minutes, watching as the shades of lightning lit up the living room with every crack of thunder that rumbled in the sky.

You covered your ears but it did nothing to calm your nerves. As you faced again towards Joel’s door, your mind raced with possibilities. What if you got up and walked into his room? Would he kick you out? Would he invite you into his bed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body? Would he touch you in the way that you wanted to be touched by him? The possibilities were endless.

You started to feel that pull again. The one that started deep in your chest and traveled to every nerve ending in your body. The room started to feel too hot as that tension returned. You could almost taste it. A small tickle in your throat that grew into a full on mouth watering hunger. You could get up and chase it, but you knew where that would lead you. It’d lead you to Joel’s room.

You bit your lip and flexed your fingers, gripping the sheets so tight that your nails were digging through the material. You couldn’t stay still anymore. You had to get up.

You pushed yourself up from the couch and paced the room, watching as the lightning made different shapes across the wall with every flash of light that came through the window. Tiger was sleeping peacefully in his bed in the corner of the room, not even bothered by the storm. But the storm wasn’t exactly what had you on edge. It was also Joel. And he was holding the reins on the storm, fueling your need and desire. Pulling you towards him.

You ended up right in front of his door just staring at the handle. Just another step and you’d be opening it, watching as his bed came into view, hoping he’d invite you in. Needing so badly to be wrapped in his arms. Wanting to feel the way his lips pressed against your waiting, parched lips.

You reached out and barely grazed the handle, suddenly changing your mind as you dropped your hand back to your side. Before you could turn around, Joel was turning the doorknob and opening the door. Your eyes went wide as he stood there with messy bed hair and a grey t-shirt that fit snuggly across his massive muscles. It was pulling at his biceps the way his arm flexed as he moved his hand up to his hair, pushing back those tousled curls.

And fuck was he pretty.

He had on a pair of grey sweatpants and you had to force yourself to not look down. He was so fucking gorgeous, even from just waking up. Maybe even more so than you’d ever seen him.

“Sunshine? What are you doin’ up?” he asked sleepily as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, opening them again to get a better look at you.

“I…uhhh…I was just getting up to get a drink of water,” you said hurriedly, trying to calm yourself down from your racing heartbeat.

“Kitchen is the other way,” he laughed with a small smirk on his face, lifting one of his eyebrows in awareness. Catching you in your own lie.

Shit.

He took in your wide eyed expression and laughed. “Come on, I’ll get you a glass,” he said as he led you to the kitchen, putting a hand on the small of your back. The feeling of his fingertips on your t-shirt nearly sent you spiraling.

He opened the cabinet and got two glasses out, filling each with some cold water. He carefully handed you a cup as you quickly thanked him and took a large gulp, trying to calm your racing nerves down. He took a swig of water and set the glass on the counter, watching you carefully. You swear you could feel sweat start to form on your forehead. You swiped a hand over it nonchalantly and pulled back a lock of hair behind your ear, brushing it off like it was nothing.

His searing brown eyes were still on you, and you held in a gasp as you gazed up at him behind your long eyelashes as you clinged to the glass cup hard. You put it down on the kitchen island before it broke into tiny pieces in your hands.

You leaned back on the kitchen island and dug your fingers into the wood that laid behind your back, trying to get a hold of yourself. Joel was standing on the opposite side of you. One hand on the counter and the other flexed at his side. Just two people staring at each other intently in a quiet room in the middle of the night. All silent except for the rapid breaths that were coming from your mouth and his.

There was a thick tension that encased the air. It was so strong that you could feel it clinging to your skin as if someone was wrapping you up with saran wrap. Pulled so tight that you could barely breathe. It was stifling and heavy, the way that Joel was looking at you. The way his eyes trailed up and down you, landing on your lips, your neck, your thighs, and back up to meet your wide eyes.

It was too much. He was too much. You felt like you had a heated blanket on, the room was scorching. His eyes were absolutely smouldering, making you want to grab his t-shirt and press your lips to his. Wanting to get lost in that tousled hair. Wanting to feel his rough hands explore you. Wanting to give him every part of you.

A crack of thunder threw you out of your heated trance and made you jump, nearly knocking over the cup that sat behind you.

“Storms scare ya?” Joel asked sympathetically as he took a step toward you, his brown eyes staring down at you.

“Kinda. I’ve been through a few hurricanes so sometimes thunder just startles me,” you said quickly, dropping your hands to your side nervously.

“Oh, I see. Makes sense,” he said quietly.

He looked at the clock as it turned to 12:30am and shuffled slightly, eyeing you again slowly. “Well, guess I’ll let ya get back to bed. It’s pretty late.”

“Right,” you said back. Trying to hold in your disappointment.

You walked back with him to the living room, staying in his shadow as he opened his door wide, hearing the hinges squeak as they moved. He turned around and looked back down at you, just a mere two steps away. So close yet not close enough.

“You gonna be okay out here?” he asked with a raised brow, concern dancing in his honey eyes.

You nodded your head slowly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Another crack of thunder ripped through the sky, and you flinched at the noise. Joel noticed and shifted his weight, unsure of what to do. “I’m alright. It’s just a little thunder. Nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a small smile, making him give you one in return.

“Alright. Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” He cupped your chin and rested his fingers there for a second, dropping them all too soon as a gasp left your mouth. “Night, sunshine. Sleep tight.”

“Night,” you breathed out timidly. He gave you a tight smile and turned around, taking a step into his room. Your gaze went down to the floor as a strangled huff sat in your chest. You were internally groaning at how close you had gotten, could feel that tension that was consuming you whole. Needing to let it loose before it blanketed you into nothingness.

You were above to turn back to the couch until your heard Joel stop walking, the floorboards becoming silent. You turned to look at him and he was staring straight ahead. Slowly flexing and extending his hand into a fist as he was in deep thought about something.

Was he thinking about you? What was he…

He slowly turned back to face you as he raked a hand through his salt and pepper scruff, looking lost in thought. His eyes slowly trailed up to find your eyes and then there was that tension again. That spark of desire. Another wave of lightning flashed against the wall and then it was just you and him standing mere feet apart, two flames that were dying to collide with one another and burn together.

“Do you wanna come sleep in here tonight?” he asked timidly, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“Oh,” was all you could get out. You weren’t expecting that. Weren’t expecting him to ask you. And now you were a stuttering mess.

“You don’t have to. Just thought I’d offer,” he said as he started to turn back to his room.

You shot your hand out and grabbed a hold of his wrist, completely stopping him in his tracks. “No, I…I want to,” you said nervously, trying to keep your stutter to a minimum.

The corners of his mouth curled up and he gave you one of those smiles that could make you go weak at the knees. God, he was gorgeous.

“Well, c’mon then.”

He led you inside and you were met with a massive king sized bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were all made up and a large blue comforter was draped across the bed. Leaving two fluffy cotton pillows at the head of the bed. And suddenly you were overwhelmed with nerves as you tried to get a hold of yourself, telling yourself that you��d be fine. It was just to sleep. You were going to sleep and that was all.

“What side do you want?” he drawled, pushing back the comforter and leaving space to get in.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll take whichever side,” you said graciously.

He hummed under his breath. “Okay then. I’ll take the right side. You can have the left,” he said as he pulled back the blanket and slid in on his side.

Then there was you. Standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. Joel raised an eyebrow at you and was looking curiously at you, so you gave him no more room for questions. You crept over to the left side and gently crawled in, being careful not to get too close to his side.

You pulled the blanket up to your chest and rolled to the left side so you could face the wall and not the other way around. You were way too nervous and right now you just needed to calm yourself down.

Breathe. But you couldn’t. Not when he was in the room. Not when you were in his bed.

The tension filled the air again. This time it was hot and sticky. A tension that tore at your insides that begged to be released. You could feel your pulse speed up, could feel just how in tune with your body you were. You could feel that heat fill the air, make its way to you and work its way slowly into your core. Feeling that hungry desire you so desperately wanted to put to bed. Could practically taste the primal needs that you so desperately wanted to experience.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned towards the right side of the bed and audibly gasped when you saw Joel staring right back at you, leaning on his left side. Keeping his gaze on you.

The tension was everywhere then. His deep brown eyes were so calm, so collected. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. His gaze was holding you in place. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only thing you could hear was the raindrops that pelted against the window and the breaths shared between you and Joel.

He slowly, ever so carefully reached out a hand and caressed your cheek gently, pushing back a lock of hair and tucking it behind your ear. Still keeping his hand on you, trailing slow circles on your jawline and moving it down beneath your chin, lifting your head just the slightest.

You sucked in a breath when he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, making gentle strokes as light as a feather. Feeling that tingling sensation light up your senses. And then he was sliding over in the bed, sealing that empty space between your bodies.

He was now right next to you, his forehead meeting yours as he dropped his thumb from your lip and filled the space with his own lips. He grazed against your lips, just enough to where you could feel just how soft they really were. You were almost begging him to kiss. Begging him to take control and take all of you.

After a couple seconds of hesitation and waiting for any response from you, he closed the distance and pressed his lips against yours. And there it was. That moment that you had been waiting for for days. And it was exactly what you pictured it’d be like. Exactly what you’d envisioned for so long.

His pace went from gentle to primal. He pulled you on top of him and kissed you deeper, bringing his fingers to rake through your hair, making you groan at the feel of him. He took that as a positive response and drank you in. You parted your mouth, and he chased your tongue with his, swirling it around yours like you were in a dance. Tasting a shot of espresso and honey like taste against his tongue.

He was delicious. A taste you wanted to devour again and again. Never coming up for air.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, softly landing on your back. He continued ravaging you with his mouth, twisting and turning his tongue as he took one of his hands and gently slid it up your shirt, just enough to feel your burning skin as his calloused fingers ran over your smooth skin.

He unlatched from your mouth and made his way to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting on your most sensitive spots. He found one in particular hypersensitive spot, and as he sucked on it you let out a moan and dug your fingers into the back of his neck.

“You like that?” he asked with his mouth still sliding up your neck.

“Mhmm,” you groaned out. You heard him chuckle under his breath as he slid his tongue up your neck, teasing at that spot again. You suppressed a moan as he continued teasing you, sliding his hand across your waistband, carefully slipping just the tips of his fingers underneath. The teasing was building heat between your legs. You could already feel you were soaking as another wave of slick found its way into your underwear. You could practically hear the sloshing with every move you made.

His affect on you was almost stifling. He didn’t even have to try hard because you were already burning for him. You were desperate for his touch, aching for his mouth, longing for him to kiss every square inch of your body.

He pulled at your earlobe and planted soft kisses just underneath that, driving you crazy from desire. You fisted his grey shirt and practically begged him to take you. “Joel…” you groaned out, hearing that desperate plea in your tone. That seductive bedroom voice that you were almost embarrassed to use.

He traced his lips over your cheek and hovered above you, staring at you with those deep brown eyes. “What do you want?” he asked with a low drawl, his voice sounding like velvet.

“You…” you answered back quietly.

He focused his gaze on you for a few seconds, letting that tension fill back up the thick air, and then he moved quickly. He pulled off your oversized t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He latched his hands around your back and undid the clasps of your bra, peeling it off and throwing it on the floor right next to your shirt, leaving you completely bare as your nipples were already pebbled over.

He ran his hands over your breasts and moved to get situated in between your legs as he leaned over and ran his tongue in slow circles over your taut nipples. You groaned at the feel of it and moved your leg up, gently wrapping it around his waist. He gave the same attention to the other one as he ran his hands down your waist again, teasing again at the waistband.

He gently slid your shorts off your hips and down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your soaked pink lacy underwear. He gently teased you, hooking a finger under the lacy material and running his finger dangerously close to your center. You squirmed underneath him and bucked your hips, wanting more, needing more.

He smirked up at you as he trailed a finger along the waistband. “This what you want, sunshine? Want me to make you feel good?” he asked in a low seductive voice.

“Please,” you begged, turning into mush underneath his touch.

“Please what?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, biting your lip in response.

“Touch you where? Here?” he asked as he took his hand and cupped your center, feeling that pulsing need in between your legs. “Or here?” he slid his hand underneath your underwear and found your folds, gently gliding his finger along your sticky mess. You groaned in response and nodded.

“Already so fucking wet for me, sunshine. Goddamn,” he breathed out, slowly biting the edge of his lip as he drew his hand back out of your wet underwear, gently catching your clit before his fingers disappeared, making you groan in response.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he said as he slowly pulled them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to the man with the burning eyes.

He spread your legs and took in your entire body, slowly licking his lips as if he was about to eat you up. It made another wave of slick slide down your folds, landing underneath you on the sheets. Joel’s eyes got darker, more primal as he noticed just what he did to you.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said as his breathing picked up, and you could see just how hard he was underneath his sweatpants.

Fuck.

He made himself flat on the bed and trailed kisses up the inside of your thighs, so close to your center that you could feel it pulse around you. He gently blew on your center as he made his way down the other thigh, driving you fucking crazy from anticipation.

“Please,” you begged, needing his mouth on you.

“Please what? Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want,” he stated, eyes locking with yours as he left another kiss along your inner thigh.

“Your fingers…your mouth…please.” You were a desperate mess, dying to feel what it’d be like for him to devour you, make you scream as white hot pleasure consumed you entirely.

He muffled out a laugh as he moved to your center, right above your folds. “Such a needy girl,” he laughed.

“Yes, needy for you,” you groaned through gritted teeth, already turned on to the max.

He chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

Joel spit on the tops of your folds and took his fingers and slowly rubbed the spit over your entire pussy, filling up your center with heat as you heard the sloshing and wet noises take over the room. He slid a finger inside you and slowly started pumping, spreading you even wider as he joined a second finger in. You moaned out at the feel of his thick fingers, as they hooked up and met that one spongy part that nearly had you coming already.

“Hold on, darlin’. Gonna see just how good you taste.” He took his tongue and ran it up the entire length of your pussy, letting you feel just how rough and wet his tongue was.

He spread your folds wide and slowly drew circles around your clit, making you squeeze your legs around his back. That made him more hungry, more starving for your taste. He sucked your clit into his mouth and then released, keeping his tongue busy by flicking your bundle of nerves rapidly.

You cried out with a moan as you grabbed onto his tousled curls and fisted your fingers in his hair. Holding on for dear life. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and stared up at you as he devoured your pulsing clit, sending more slick down the center, right into his mouth.

God, the way he was looking at you was so primal, so full of lust. His honey eyes were no more. They were now big black pits that threatened to take hold of you completely.

He kept his eyes on you as he licked you, drank you down, sucked you into his mouth, and you couldn’t break his lustful gaze at all. It was dominant, intense, so intimate the way he was eating you out with his rough tongue, his index and middle finger sinking deep inside you, stretching you to the max. Working you over so good that you were almost there, so close to orgasm. You could feel it building in your chest and making its way down to your center, growing so hot that you swore you were already seeing stars.

“Taste so good, baby,” he drawled in between breaths, sinking back down on your aching clit.

“Joel…” you moaned, barely able to catch your breath. “Please…”

“I know, baby. I know. You’re so close for me. Let me take care of ya. Want you to come for me. Be a good girl and let me taste ya, darlin’,” he groaned, still flicking your clit with his tongue and pumping deep inside you.

He hooked his fingers and started moving vigorously, hitting that spongy spot in just the right area, pushing you to spill for him. You were almost there, so fucking close that you could feel the tingling sensation start to take over starting from your head, trailing down to your pulsing core and making its way down to your curling toes.

“I…I’m almost there…Joel, I’m gonna come,” you cried, scratching your nails against his scalp, pulling at his tousled bed hair.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come on now, that’s a good girl. So good for me…”

He pulled you down further in the bed and attacked your wet, throbbing mound, feasting his mouth all over you as you could hear him flick and suck your dripping pussy. He stared intensely at you with those black pits and took your bundle of nerves in his mouth, pulling and sucking slowly, trying to feed your growing orgasm. And then you were gone.

You threw your head back and felt your eyes roll into the back of your skull as white hot bliss took over. You could feel your intense orgasm release as you were spilling yourself all over him. “Joel…” you moaned loudly as your legs were shaking uncontrollably while he lapped up all the slick in between your legs and finally released his fingers from inside you, slowly popping them in his mouth as he sucked seductively, lapping up every bit of you he could.

“So fuckin’ perfect, sunshine. Did so good for me. You taste even better than I imagined,” he smirked as he made one final lick to his index fingering, sending you over the edge with his smoldering gaze and seductive words.

You let your body relax into the now soaked sheets, let your legs unlatch from his body as you came down from your high. Your breath was so heavy you could barely hear the storm that was pounding the rooftop outside. You couldn’t hear it because there was a storm of your own inside the room, inside his bed.

He was hovering over you, gently caressing your cheek, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, saying how good you did for him. Building a fire deep inside you again. Wanting more of him, needing more of him.

You looked down and still saw the bulge thickly lined against his sweatpants. Feeding a hunger inside you that you needed to take care of. You slowly reached for his pants and just as you tried to pull them down, Joel stopped you with his hands.

“Now wait a minute, sunshine. Don’t think you can handle that right at this moment,” he stated as he stared down into your eyes, eyes that were turning warmer with every second you looked at him.

“I can handle it,” you urged, a persistency that escaped from your throat. You honed into his honey eyes and begged with your eyes, giving him those puppy eyes you know he couldn’t resist.

His jaw clenched as you saw him ponder your proposition. Slowly biting down on his lip the longer he looked at you. Giving in slowly but surely.

“Are you sure, darlin’? Might be a lot for ya right now. Don’t wanna make you too sore.”

You reached your arm out and wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so your lips were just inches from tasting him. You pulled him down further and put your lips right over his ear, whispering seductive things to him. “I want you to make me sore. Won’t you make me come again? With something other than your tongue and fingers. Maybe with something a little bigger…”

You trailed your hand down his rock hard abs, past the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly grabbing the outline of his thick cock and sliding your hand up and down his length through the soft material.

He sucked in a breath hard and grabbed your wrist tight. “Jesus Christ, darlin’. You want me inside you? You want my cock?” he drawled with that thick southern accent of his, pushing you down on the bed again.

“Mhm. Want your cock deep inside me. Want you to fuck me so good that all I can do is scream your name,” you groaned, a low tone seeping out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” Joel moaned. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sunshine.”

“Only for you,” you said as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him flirtatiously.

“Mmm I like the sound of that,” he groaned. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take real good care of ya. Now c’mere,” he said as he dragged you lower in the bed and sunk his mouth down on yours, finding your tongue quickly as he swirled his around yours, ravaging him up as you threw your arms over his neck, sinking him deeper to your body.

He broke the kiss and sat back, tugging his shirt over his head and fisting his fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants as he pulled them down and threw them to the floor, along with his boxers. He was left with nothing on, and you gasped at just how large he actually was.

Holy shit. He was massive.

His hard erection was planted against his stomach as the veins wrapped around his length. He was well over five inches and God was he thick. A bead of precum spilt down his tip and trailed down his length, ending in his wiry hair around his shaft.

God, he was pretty. You wanted to know what he tasted like, but more importantly you wanted him inside you. Right now.

He spread your legs wide and crawled up in between your legs, putting the tip right next to your weeping folds, anticipating just how good it’d feel for him to be inside your walls.

“You ready for this, sunshine?” he asked with raised brows, his fingers brushing against your sensitive clit, making slick pool from your core.

“Mhmm. Need you,” you whispered.

“That’s right, darlin’. Gonna fuck you now. Hold on tight.”

He slowly pushed inside you, stretching your walls just to the point of pain, making you wince at the size of him. He slowly started going in and out of you. Pushing your legs even further apart. He picked up the pace a little, digging into you deeper, making you whine into his ear at the pressure that was building.

“Taking me so good, sunshine. You want more?” he slurred into your ear.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out.

“Good. Now I know you’re flexible, so I’m gonna lift your leg, okay? Gonna make you feel me deeper. Let me make you feel good,” he drawled out with a purr.

“Please,” you begged.

He took your left leg and lifted it over his shoulder, wrapped your other leg around his back. You could feel that extra pull, feel him hit that spongy part of your walls as you moaned out his name.

“That’s right, darlin’. Want you to scream my name. Wanna know just how good I’m makin’ you feel.” He fucked deeper into you, picking up his pace as you heard the wet, slick sounds of his cock driving into you, sliding up and down, making you lose absolute control of your body. You felt like you were floating. The pressure was building so intensely that you were almost coming undone. Almost there.

“Joel, I’m so close…I’m so…” you moaned out.

“That’s it, sunshine. Say my name. Be a good girl and come for me, come on my cock,” he groaned.

He slammed back into you, bottoming out at the back of your walls as you felt yourself holding on for dear life. The pressure was everywhere. You could feel that white hot sensation creeping back into you.

He pressed his thumb down on your aching clit and worked it slowly, circling you in just the right area. Feeling your body letting go, feeling wet slick pool down your walls as you scratched your nails down his back and moaned his name loudly.

“Joel!” you screamed as you felt your walls clench around him and then suddenly release, opening the flood gates of your intense orgasm.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he rammed up into you, chasing your intense orgasm with his own growing desire, almost there for him too.

“Joel, want you to fill me up, come inside me,” you begged, watching his eyes burning into you, getting lost in those black pits.

“Whatever you want I’ll give ya,” he said with gritted teeth, so close to orgasming, baring his teeth and trying to hold on for as long as possible.

A few more thrusts inside you and he was finished for. He took one final plunge into you and bit down on his lip, rolling his eyes back as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Goddamn, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good inside you,” he growled, stilling his tired body, slowly releasing himself from inside you as his seed spilt down your thighs. White, hot shots of come spilling all around you.

He collapsed on the bed and brought you to his chest, wrapping a strong arm around you as you threw a leg over his hips, finding that perfect comfy spot close to him as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

And then it was all fast breaths and longing stares, just you and him tangled in the sheets together. The absolute perfect end to a Friday night. The only place you wanted to be. In his arms.

He grazed his hand up and down your arm, holding you close as he let his other hand caress your cheek, sliding his fingers into your thick waves. Lulling you into pure bliss, right on the edge of sleep.

“Should really get you cleaned up, sunshine. We made quite a mess,” he laughed as he looked to the soaked, scrunched up sheets, still feeling his seed in between your legs.

You hummed out a quiet response. “I’ll be alright. Save it till morning. I just wanna stay right here in your arms,” you faintly said, words barely leaving your mouth.

He looked closely at you as he took in all your features, coming to a conclusion. “Alright, baby. But in the morning I’m gonna clean you up in the shower,” he said, continuing to trail his fingers over your arm, gently sliding down your back, making you sigh deep into his strong chest.

“Sounds perfect,” you hummed out, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Alright,” he said with a low chuckle, continuing to stroke your long locks, lulling you to sleep.

“I’m so tired,” you breathed out, voice as quiet as a mouse.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you,” he hummed into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Such an angel,” he whispered, fingers digging into your scalp, his other hand stroking slow circles up and down your back.

You listened to the rain softly pelt the window, taking in the slow breaths coming from Joel, feeling his chest go in and out as your hand rested against his bare skin, letting his soft, raspy voice hum you to sleep.

And then you were out like a light, falling into a deep sleep where you dreamed of dark eyes and twisted bed sheets, reliving the blissful moment over and over again. This was what peace felt like. He was peace, your safe place. And that’s where you’d continue to stay. Never wanting to leave his side.

Your hero, your savior, your everything.

Part 4

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