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pleasingforharry · 2 years

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In Love With Sleep Talking

SUMMARY: Harry simply being in love with his girlfriend’s sleep talking and not wanting to reveal the sweet things she says to him unconsciously.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: Slight sexual content (if you squint haha)

I could feel a pair of eyes looking down on me, which curled my lips upwards. The sun was barely hitting my skin like it did every morning, so I assumed sunrise was in the process.

I groaned softly, stretching my arms over my head so they slid under the pillows. Wearing my boyfriend’s oversized shirt revealed my thighs, and a slight peek of my panties as they hit the cold air.

“She has awaken,” A raspy whisper filled my ears. I smirked tiredly, fluttering my eyes open and turning to the owner of the voice. “Good morning, beautiful girl.”

My boyfriend of two years, Harry, was sat up, leaning on his elbow with his wrist digging into his temple. He looked down at me with his bedhead hair falling over his face. I pulled one of my hands from under the pillow to reach up and brush his hair away so I could look at him properly.

“What time is it?” I asked, running my fingers over his chapped morning lips. They still had their plushy feel as they kissed my fingers.

“Around five in the morning. I think this is the earliest we’ve ever woken up,” He said. The arm that kept himself propped up moved to slither under my neck so he could bring me closer to him. I was then turned on my side as my hand went around his waist to keep my balance.

Harry didn’t waste another second to press me into a long morning kiss. He pulled back to stare at me with a gentle smile before bringing our lips back together. A slight moan came from him in satisfaction. “What are you doing up so early?” I asked between kisses.

He shrugged, leaning closer to peck my nose with his own. “Just couldn’t go back to sleep,” he answered while he swiftly fell on his back and brought me with him so I laid on his front. It was something he had done so many times, he was a natural at it.

I planted my knees on each side of him but still kept our chests in touch. The only thing was that our centers met and I tried not to wake his up by rubbing against him.

“When did you wake up?” I asked, holding his cheek in my hand and rubbing circles with my thumb. His hands caressed my ass in a simple intimate way. They shimmied under my pajama shorts to hold them only over my panties. I felt him tuck a finger under the lace before snapping it against my actual ass. I raised my brows at him, but he played it off like it was nothing.

“About twenty minutes ago,” He squinted his eyes as he thought about it. “You were talking in your sleep. It was cute,” He pointed out before kissing my jaw where I had a beauty mark on display.

I paused and groaned, “Oh no, what was I saying?”

“I think you were reenacting a scene in the book I was reading to you last night,” he exclaimed, sliding one of his hands up my back to lightly scratch at it. With his lack of nails, I only felt the nub of his fingers.

My head fell into the crook of his neck in embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time he caught me sleep talking. “The only problem with that is the book was very sexual and descriptive, H.” He chuckled, and I felt a nod. “So, I could only guess what I said out loud.”

It was a long day at work for me the day before, and all I wanted to do was lay in the bed with Harry until I fell asleep. Just me and him. When I found him already in bed, I wanted to fall to my knees and thank him a million times.

He was intensely reading some book that had his mouth ajar and his eyes stuttering across the pages. He hadn’t even noticed I walked in as he bit his lip and gripped the book tighter.

“Hey, H,” I finally spoke with a wave, slightly guilty for interrupting him. He swiftly looked up from his book and smiled widely.

“Hello, my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you, baby,” he exclaimed, reaching a hand out for me. “You look exhausted.”

“That’s because I am,” I chuckled, dragging myself to his side of the bed and hovering over him. “Couldn’t wait to come home to you. I was scared you’d be at the studio still.” I held his jaw with both of my hands and leaned down to kiss him softly.

He hummed within the kiss and wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer that I had to rest a knee on the bed. When we pulled away, he smiled. “Been thinking about you all day. Hurry and get ready for bed. I want to lay with you.” I nodded and gave him one lingering kiss before making my way to the bathroom.

After quickly showering and changing, I sleepily crawled onto our bed and laid next to Harry. He surprisingly drew his eyes away from his book he was absorbed in to adjust us. That time when I caught him reading, I noticed a slight dent in his boxers. His legs were crossed and his free hand rubbed his stomach, close to the hem of his boxers.

“Lay against me, lovie. Want to hold you,” he whispered, holding my waist to lift me easily on his lap while spreading his legs for me to slot between. I slid down his chest until my back was against the subtle dent, and his cheek rested against the side of my face.

“What are you reading?” I asked him, very curious to why he was secretly becoming aroused.

“I don’t know, actually. Heard about it online and decided to finally buy it. I’m only a few chapters in, but it’s already starting off... erotic,” he laughed.

“Really? Read it to me?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.

“You sure, baby? I mean, it’s really erotic. A lot of sexual stuff going on right now,” He explained.

I shrugged, “I don’t mind. I love hearing you read anything, handsome.” He smirked and kissed my forehead. “Do you mind reading it in my ear? Is that okay?” He was initially taken back by my question, but by the rise in his pants that hit my back answered for him. He widely smiled and nodded.

His arm rested across my breast so he could prop the book up on his forearm. I could’ve read it with him as the pages sat in front of me, but my eyes became too heavy. He leaned his neck down so his lips brushed my ear, and as he spoke, his voice dropped to a whisper. He would kiss my ear occasionally, bringing me back from sleep to the words he read.

“She dug her head back into the pillow as she wept a long moan. I watched her intensely between her legs and paused my tongue. ‘Ashley, I told you to watch me. If you look away, I stop. Understood, darling?’ I plunged my finger into her tight cunt as she gasped, throwing her body upright again. Her eyes finally came back to me and her legs instantly tried to close against my head.” Harry read then kissed my ear before continuing, “I pushed her legs apart once again and darkened my eyes at her. ‘What did I say about your legs, darling? I think I told you to keep them wide so I can see all of this cunt, didn’t I?’” Harry slowed his words as he mimicked the intimacy of the narrator’s voice.

I bit my lip to contain an incoming moan. But what didn’t help was Harry’s wandering hand rubbing the inside of my thigh, and his thumb swiping over my aching area. He eventually had his hand in my pants, cupping my heat, but nothing else.

Waking up that morning, I couldn’t remember much of what he read to me after that. I was honestly on the edge of sleep to recite anything more back to him.

Apparently, I remembered enough to act it out as I slept. I would’ve hoped Harry woke me up to put me out of my misery, but he probably found it too entertaining, like he did every other time my mouth couldn’t shut up while I slept.

When Harry catches me sleep talking, it’s usually I trying to talk to him. He wouldn't tell me exactly what I said because he wanted it to stay between him and my unconscious self. But from what I could gather, I'd say things that I was either too scared or upset to say in my wake. Sometimes I’d ask for a hug or kiss because he was gone all day. It would be sweet little things.

But this time, I was fearful that what I said wasn’t so innocent.

“Can you just tell me what I said?” I begged, poking at his collarbone with a pout. He only shook his head and smiled. He caught me off guard with a quick kiss, which I was just about to threaten to take away if he didn’t tell me. “I demand you to tell me, Harold.”

He lifted a brow in a testing manner. “Oh? Or what, Mrs. Styles?” Damn, that was low. He knew what that nickname did to me. It threw me off my game and I forgot what I was about to snarl back at him.

“Whatever, as long as it wasn’t anything dirty. Right?” I tried to pull out of him. He only responded with a shrug. I groaned loudly and tried to move away from him, but he didn’t let me. He held me tighter and pinched my side as a warning. “This is so not fair. I can’t control what I say.”

“I think you can because some nights you say things that I know you wouldn’t say to my face if you were conscious.”

“Like what?”

“The first time we said ‘I love you’ to each other, it actually wasn’t me who said it first.”

My eyes widened as I remembered how much I wanted to say it to him, day after day, before the words finally came out of him first. “No fucking way. I really said it while I was sleep talking?” He nodded and kissed me again.

“I don’t want to reveal everything from that night because there are still things I haven’t told you yet that I need to, but you did end up saying it first. Funny enough, though, you actually told me to forget the whole conversation and to make sure that I said 'I love you’ first when you were awake,” He explained, lovingly staring at me. His eyes started to get floaty, as if he was too preoccupied with reminiscing.

I groaned and let my head fall back into in his neck. “I can’t believe it. I’m never sleep talking again. I’m going to a specialist tomorrow.”

“No, why? I love your sleep talking. It honestly makes me love you even more,” He stopped me, wiggling his shoulder to raise my head up again so I could look at him. “You were so shy when we first got together, and I assumed you weren’t really into me with the way you were so hesitant. But one night when you were sleep talking, you kind of confessed how scared you were to love. And honestly, I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for that conversation. I didn’t want to pressure you with my questions of why because even still, you haven’t even told me how scared you were.”

“Harry...”

He sat upright, bringing me with him. “I love you so much, Y/N. God I fucking... I can’t go a minute without thinking about you and how crazy in love I am with you. I don't want to lose you ever, baby. You’re my forever.”

As he spoke, my eyes began to well up. I didn’t think I had it in me at all to admit those things to him. I thought I’d die with those secrets because, even now, I have my doubts about not being able to love him like he deserved. He was so right, I was scared to tell him how I felt.

“And Y/N, I didn’t want to tell you my real feelings about you because I didn’t want to scare you off. But you told me, while you slept, how much you loved me and that you hoped I’d break down that wall you built to protect yourself.”

“I did?” I whimpered as he wiped my formed tears. He hummed in response. “I’m sorry, I.. shit.. I didn’t mean to hold back my feelings. I really did love you from the start but I didn’t think I’d be able to ever tell you. I wanted you to know so bad, it’s just I had so many doubts that wouldn’t go away.”

He kissed me again. “You don’t have to explain yourself, baby. You don’t owe me anything. It’s okay.” I smiled and sighed out of relief.

“So, I guess my sleep talking was my wing woman, huh?” I joked, earning a loud laugh from him.

“That’s true. I love her, but not as much as I love you. She’s help me realize that you’re someone I want to cherish forever. And I will,” He looked me in the eye as he spoke. “You’re my last, Y/N. You’re it for me.”

I reached my arms around his neck to hug him. He whispered sweet words in my ear that had me biting my lip like a school girl. I didn’t want him to see the major blush he caused on my cheeks.

Maybe my sleep talking was the best thing that happened to us. But I still didn’t trust her, just yet.

“But now I’m curious,” I pulled away to look at him with a smirk, “What naughty things did she quote from that book you were reading? It had you biting your lip and caused a dent in your boxers.” His eyes widened, quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else.

“That’s between me and your sleep talking.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” I laughed. “I think you guys get along more than us, huh?”

He shook his head and caressed my cheek. “I’d just like to keep her around for a little more, is all.”

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stwritings · 7 months

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I Warned You

Synopsis

The aftermath of Eddie and reader's night together following a bad drug trip. Requested part 2, you can read part 1 here!

What To Expect/Warnings

This is a rather heavy topic and potentially triggering to some so please proceed with caution. ♡

No use of y/n, smut, 18+!!!, toxic relationship, mentions of drug use & peer pressuring, alcohol consumption/intoxication, brief mentions of eating/description of food, anxiety/brief mention of panic attack, hurt/comfort, violence, angst, mutual pining, slight emotional & physical cheating (reader is aware of it and feels bad), happy ending.

Let me know if i missed anything! (also this is my first time writing smut so pls bare with me🥺)

Dawn broke in the Munson's cozy home when the sound of the trailer door shutting stirred Eddie out of his sleep; his uncle had returned from work.

It took Eddie a few seconds to gather why he was laying on his back, seeing as he was normally a stomach sleeper. His body also seemed to be overheating, which was also cause for confusion. Post inspections of his surroundings quickly cleared up his confusion as he noticed the weight of her head on his chest, along with the heavy blanket draped on top of them. The trailer usually didn't offer much insulation from the cold outdoors, so this newfound warmth from her presence felt nice. The feeling was foreign, but nice nonetheless.

He lightly hummed in content and began shutting his eyes again before quickly snapping them wide open.

The events of the night prior came flooding back, dragging him out of the moment. A mournful feeling washed over him as he thought back on the state of fear and discomfort she was in. He still couldn't believe how little compassion or care was shown from her boyfriend. Was he even one bit worried about her unknown whereabouts? Her safety? For all he knew, his girlfriend could be in serious danger or worse... Sadly, Samuel didn't seem to care. He had shown his true colors that night, and they weren't pretty.

Despite this, Eddie couldn't help this gnawing feeling of guilt starting to build in the pit of his stomach. Samuel didn't deserve an ounce of sympathy, but Eddie was a good person, and he felt pretty scummy laying in bed with his girlfriend, no matter how pure his intentions were. He also worried about her reaction once she woke up, would she have any recollection of the events that had transpired? The last thing he wanted was for her to think he had taken advantage of her while in such a vulnerable state.

Not wanting to risk making her feel uncomfortable, he attempted to get out of bed by gently sliding from under her. After successfully freeing one of his arms, his efforts were overshadowed by her readjusting even closer to him, letting out a tranquil sigh once she was settled. Eddie froze, his prior discomfort regarding the situation had now worsened now that her body was tangled tightly around his. He briefly thought of waking her, but upon glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he figured he would let her sleep in some more. Besides, it was only 6 am.

Eddie stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity following his failed attempts at falling asleep. He laid in bed listening to the tv quietly playing from the living room and tried following along with whatever show Wayne had put on. He quickly gave up after a while, the volume being too low for him to understand anything. He gently leaned over to get a glimpse at the clock now reading 8:35 am. She was still fast asleep, not showing any sign of waking up soon. He figured he may as well relax a little and untense, accepting that he'd be there a while. He began lightly stroking her hair as his arm was once again trapped under her head. He thanked his lucky stars neither of them had been scheduled to work that weekend.

10:51 am

She began to gently stir awake, her eyes remaining closed. She fought to stay asleep for as long as she could, not wanting that feeling of serenity to fade. She leaned into the man embracing her, momentarily forgetting she had spent the night at Eddie's. She took in the feeling of him, appreciating his presence with all of her senses. His warm body holding her while his hand lightly caressed her head. His shallow sleepy breathing causing her head to gently rise as his chest did. His sweet yet musky scent filling the air. It was unbelievably comforting, the feeling overwhelming in the best way possible.

The moment was perfect, and she never wanted it to end.

She shifted slightly in an attempt to get closer to him, despite already having most of her body resting on his form. Her movements yielded the results she was hoping for as Eddie pulled her closer as his grip tightened lovingly. He sighed sleepily and hummed in content, the small reaction made her stomach flip. No longer able to fight her state of consciousness, she slowly opened her eyes scanning the room around her while being careful not to disturb Eddie with any harsh movements.

The reality of last night's events started to dawn on her, and she was quickly met with the feeling of her aching body. She was now painfully aware of the searing headache, along with her desperate need for water. This was far worse than any hangover she had felt before, granted, she had never done hard drugs before.

She felt like she was rotting from the inside; body, mind and spirit... She felt drained in every sense of the word, but especially mentally. The come down from whatever she had taken wasn't done messing with her yet, taking a toll on her well being well into the next day. There was an overwhelming sense of dread looming over her, one she couldn't seem to shake.

She knew there would be hell to face once she returned to her apartment, no matter how hard she'd try to keep the peace. She unintentionally tightened her grip on Eddie's shirt, her body becoming rigid. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie wasn't asleep but rather resting his eyes and was quick to notice her change in demeanor. Worried he was overstepping or making her uncomfortable, he loosened his hold and inched away slightly, tilting his head downwards to face her.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, his tone low and husky.

His sudden words startled her slightly, her head snapping up to meet his gaze. She paused for a moment, admiring his face while taking in his beauty. It was almost unfair that he looked this lovely in the morning. His hair fell perfectly, only a few strands out of place. There was a shimmer in his eyes that she had never noticed before. He still had a few pillow markings on his face, most likely caused from sleeping on his face at some point in the night. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his worried gaze softened into a warm smile of his own as he waited for her response.

"Hi" she whispered, unintentionally ignoring his previous inquiry.

"Hi" he responded while chuckling lightly.

They stared at one another for a few minutes, unsure of how to break the silence. Their faces were inches away from each other, her body still tangled with his. The air was thick with unspoken feelings becoming harder to ignore. They were both painfully aware of their longing for one another, trying to gage what their next move should be. Her morals were becoming greyer by the second, her feelings for Eddie taking precedent. Eddie on the other hand was hoping she would make the first move while cursing himself for thinking this way. For a brief moment, she came close to giving in, feeling her face begin to move closer to his. She reluctantly halted her movements, knowing in her heart that it was the right thing to do.

Eddie's heart just about stopped in that moment. He was so hopeful and it broke him to see her change of heart in real time. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, to cherish her for all she was worth. But it wasn't his place, and he certainly wouldn't be the one to bring up romantic feelings.

She began to withdraw from his hold, sitting up on the bed to face him. The feeling of loneliness found it's way back to her heart the moment she left his embrace. Eddie noticed her shift in behavior and began to worry he had in fact overstepped. He couldn't help but think that their friendship would forever be changed. He was plagued with a million questions, none of which he truly wanted the answers to. The biggest one being, what now? Does life resume as it once was with no mention of that evening? Would there always be these unresolved feelings that wouldn't be acknowledged? Eddie knew he would forever see her in a different light, unable to bare the mere mention of her boyfriend. It was all too much. All he could do was smile apologetically at her as they sat in silence. After a few seconds, the quietness in the room was growing uncomfortable and she felt obliged to speak. "I'm sorry about all that" she began.

"'Bout what?" he replied genuinely.

"Everything"

Her body was slightly slumped over now, eyes glued to her fingers she was picking at nervously. She wasn't sure how to elaborate on her apology. She was overcome by a massive wave of guilt, feeling as though she was letting everyone down. She knew Eddie had feelings for her, now more than ever, and it tore her up. Putting him through all this crap, subjecting him to Samuel's antics. She felt horrible, Eddie deserved nothing but the best and she was giving him the opposite.

Eddie didn't respond right away, unsure what to say. He instinctively reached out his hand to place it softly on top of hers in a comforting gesture. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

She sighed heavily, shutting her eyes tightly in an effort to suppress her tears forming involuntarily. "I shouldn't have stayed here..." she let out weakly.

Eddie's heart sank once again. "Look, I... I didn't mean to make things weird between us. I'm sorry if I did. I can drive you home now if you want?" he offered, trying his best not to sound crushed.

"Could you?" she asked, still unable to make eye contact.

"Of course, let me uh, let me get changed quick."

She nodded and began getting out of the bed, heading towards the bedroom door. Eddie was quick to stop her, not wanting to risk the possibility of Wayne being woken up. He offered for her to wait in his room as he excused himself to the bathroom after grabbing a fresh set of clothes. She nodded, plopping back down onto his bed.

As she waited in his bedroom alone, the dam broke. Tears began to spill from her eyes uncontrollably, her attempts at composure unsuccessful. Eddie returned to the bedroom quicker than anticipated, catching her off guard. Upon noticing her distress, he quickly crouched down in front of her just as he had the night before to try and mend whatever was causing her to be this upset.

She met his concerned eyes and noticed the amount of sincerity and love behind them. For whatever reason, this made her incredibly emotional. She had reached a breaking point and was now sobbing violently. It was the type of cry that makes a person fold over, wrapping their arms around themselves in an attempt at self-soothing.

"Oh.." he voiced in a broken tone. Eddie quickly wrapped his arms around her. He swiftly pulled her onto his lap, his previous posture being slightly awkward and hard on his knees. He began slowly rubbing her back in attempts to sooth her as she buried her face in his chest.

He hated seeing her this upset, no matter the reason. He never wanted to see it again, for the simple fact that it absolutely broke him. She was trembling in his arms from the force of her sobs, nearly hyperventilating. He whispered sweet nothings in an attempt to comfort her. A combination of 'you're safe', 'I've got you', 'it's gonna be okay', 'breathe', etc.

They remained in this position for well over 20 minutes, as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Once her sobbing had subsided, she slowly lifted her head off of him. She stared into the distance, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Eddie brought his hand up to her face and slowly guided her to look at him.

"Hey..." he said softly, smiling meekly. With his hand still cupping her face, he started gently stroking his thumb on her damp cheek, trying to wipe away some of her tears. She took a few shaky breaths while attempting to return the smile. This panic attack had absolutely drained her and she was exhausted. Her body melted under his touch as she rested her head against his chest once more, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her closer, placing one hand onto the back of her head, the other hand rubbing her back still.

"I'm sorry..." she muttered into his chest.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked once more.

She sighed at the thought, lifting her head off of his chest. "I don't know."

"Okay, why don't I get you some tissues?" he offered, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, that's a good start." she said, laughing lightly as she noticed Eddie's tear stained shirt.

"Alright. Be right back." he replied gently patting her back, signaling that she needed to get up in order for him to complete the task at hand. She got the message and moved off of him, sluggishly getting back into his bed. She wrapped the blankets around her head as she had the night before, seeking any form of comfort during Eddie's absence. He returned to the room quickly with the box of tissues, extending his arm out to hand them to her. She grabbed the box and began to blot at her face. Eddie remained standing while she freshened up, slowly pacing around his room, pretending to look at anything else. Once he thought he had heard the last blow of her nose, he turned towards her. "May I?" he asked while gesturing to the bed.

She nodded, silently giving him permission to climb in next to her. He sat up against the wall, wanting to give her space, while she sat opposite of him. "Could I stay here a little longer?" she asked quietly, her eyes once again fixed on her nails.

He smiled at her request. "You can stay as long as you like." he answered.

A shy grin formed on her face and she slowly crept closer to him, once again resting her head on his chest as she laid beside him. The room grew quiet, leaving Eddie with his thoughts. He understood that now, more than ever, comfort was what she needed most. He gently stroked her hair until she eventually fell asleep, undoubtedly exhausted from her intense emotions over the last 24 hours.

1:22 pm

Unaware that she had drifted off, she woke up once again curled up in Eddie's hold. She groggily lifted her head looking up at him only to be met with a warm smile.

"Afternoon." he greeted in a low voice, grinning as he admired her sleepy face. She hummed in response while rubbing her eyes. She contorted her body to get a view of the clock, noting the time. A sinking feeling rushed over her; she knew she had to get back to her appartement sooner than later. Her head fell back gently onto Eddie's chest, groaning in frustration. Eddie couldn't help but snicker at her grumpiness, she seemed to be feeling more like herself. Upon hearing him laugh, she raised her head off of his chest, leaning on her left shoulder for support as she looked up at him. He offered a warm smile, his eyes gleamed inquisitively as he waited for her to speak.

She found herself at a loss for words, once again enamored by the man mere inches from her. Her eyes kept darting from Eddie's eyes to his lips and it didn't go unnoticed. Eddie seemed visibly nervous now, his cheeks slowly turning into a light shade of pink as he waited in anticipation. She felt herself moving closer to him as if her body had a mind of it's own.

Impulsivity took over and before she could talk herself out of it, she closed the gap between them, softly kissing his lips. She withdrew almost instantly, realizing what she had just done. She moved away ever so slightly to analyze Eddie's face, desperately hoping that this wasn't a mistake. He stared at her, expressionless, unable to process what had just happened. He felt as though he had imagined the whole thing. He had to remind himself to breathe as he inhaled a big gulp of air while blinking rapidly.

She began to stutter while moving her body further from his on the opposite side of the bed. She stuttered, trying to formulate a sentence as she scolded herself for her reckless actions.

"I.. I'm so sorry Eddie... I shouldn't have done that. That was stu-"

Her words were interrupted by Eddie carefully leaning forward and placing a hand on the side of her face. He paused, gazing into her eyes lovingly then brought his other hand next to her on the bed to provide support as he leaned in. The moment she felt his lips on hers again, she felt immense relief. He kissed her with intent, but it wasn't aggressive. It was... loving.. longing. She felt like he had been waiting years to kiss her and that no person or other-worldly force could separate them in this moment.

As he gently broke away, they exchanged flustered gazes and chuckled excitedly. It had been a very long 24 hours, and this sweet moment was exactly what they needed. Eddie leaned back in to kiss her once more, this time with more passion and certainty. The force with which he kissed her made her arms give out, her body falling backwards onto the mattress. This didn't stop them but rather added fuel to the raging fire. The intensity of the kiss made for a few awkward mishaps of teeth clattering and unsynchronized movements, but they eventually found the perfect rhythm.

Her tongue danced it's way into his mouth, in a desperate search for his. This sudden action cause Eddie to gasp lightly as he obliged and reciprocated the movement with his own.

Eddie adjusted his body ever so slightly causing her to part her legs, inviting him to rest comfortably between them as they continued to kiss. The room was getting warmer, their actions growing more desperate. All these months of pent up longing was finally being released as they explored one another. Her hand had found it's way to his messy head of hair whilst his found her waist.

It had been a very long time since she had felt this level of intimacy or crave for someone and it was taking over her. Consuming her mind and clouding her better judgement. Their bodies began to shift simultaneously, both desperately seeking some sort of friction to relieve the building ache they were feeling for one another. She wrapped her legs around his hips, resulting in his body pressing up against hers.

She could feel Eddie's hot breath as he moved to kiss her neck, his hips stuttered as they lined up perfectly with her core. Even through the fabric of both of their pants, the feeling sent shivers down her spine. He was big, she could tell. A stifled moan escaped her lips but Eddie was quick to shush her with a kiss, suddenly remembering that his uncle was only a few feet away from them in the living room. He continued his movements, grinding against her core as she matched his pace. Her cheeks were flushed from the intensity of the moment, it was as if the whole room was spinning. She broke away from the kiss suddenly, breathing out Eddie's name as she did so. He froze for a moment, once again fearing he had crossed a line.

“I just…I don't want you to think that…that this is just….” she trailed off, sighing deeply in frustration. Of all the times she could be tongue tied, now was not the time! She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to find the right words, then opened them in search of Eddie's sweet doe eyes, desperately wanting to convey sincerity. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, I just couldn’t…”

Eddie picked up on her intended words right away, smiling down at her as he nodded quickly. He felt relief along with a slight sense of validation. It was nice to know that he wasn't imagining this chemistry between them. And hearing that she felt the same as he did? Well, that just sent him over the moon. He began planting gentle kisses on her cheek before looking at her face once more. “I know, baby. I know... Me too.”

She returned the same excited smile he adorned and leaned up to kiss him once more. Her quick movement upwards coupled with Eddie's downward motion led to their teeth clanking together awkwardly. They both froze and began laughing at the silly moment. Her head fell back down onto the bed, and she brought her hand up to his face, gently rubbing her thumb along his cheek. Eddie closed his eyes and hummed, this sweet gesture of intimacy had him reeling.

"If this is gonna happen, i think we should..." she trailed off and paused before correcting her choice of words. "I want to do this right."

She always knew Eddie was a respectful man, a gentleman, but it never failed to make her heart skip a beat when he would display this type of character. At her words, he instantly withdrew from her hold, sitting upright in front of her as he ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his now, very, tight pants. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Yeah, of course, whatever you need." he assured lovingly, still flustered.

After quietly exiting the Munson residence and completing the half hour drive, they arrived at her apartment complex. She knew she couldn't stay with Samuel, nor did she want to, but she worried about returning home, even for the brief moment that it would take her to pack her essential belongings and end the relationship. She feared the worst reaction from him, but unfortunately, confrontation was inevitable. She wasn't sure how to go about doing it, she just knew that it had to be done.

She nervously opened the car door and smiled weakly at Eddie. He offered to come upstairs with her, but she knew that would only make things worse. He reluctantly obliged and waited in the car as she made her way to the entrance of the building, but not before giving him the appartement number just in case. She soon disappeared behind the closing doors of the elevator, hoping for the best.

As she reached her front door, she couldn't help but notice the blaring music coming from their unit. She reached for the doorknob, assuming she wouldn't be needing her key to unlock it and slowly pushed the door open. As expected, Samuel was home laying on their sofa with a nearly empty bottle of gin in hand. He didn't seem to notice her come in initially, so she took this opportunity to hurry off to their bedroom.

Fearing the worst, she felt it was best she end things with him in the morning when he wasn't intoxicated. She was hoping he had passed out on the sofa as he often did, and began to pack a bag as quietly and quickly as she could. Her hopes were quickly met with disappointment when she heard the bedroom door swing open and Samuel stumbling in.

"Nice of you to show up." he slurred, anger coating his tone. She didn't respond right away, which further aggravated him. "Where the fuck have you been?" he persisted.

"At a friend's." she lied, feeling it was best to bend the truth for her own safety.

"That's not what i'm asking." he spat, clearly referring to the unaccounted two days.

"Can we not do this right now? Let's talk in the morning when you've sobered up." she pleaded, knowing reasoning with him in this state was next to impossible.

"I'm fine, you know what isn't though?" he began, starting towards her aggressively. "Whoring yourself around and then showing up 2 days later acting like nothing happened."

His eyes with red with anger. He took another swig of the bottle before letting out a sinister laugh as he spoke. "Going home with some guy you met at the party? After everything I've done for you!"

He was mere inches from her face now, his hold on the liquor bottle tightening as he became angrier.

"You left me, Samuel!" she fired back, no longer able to suppress her emotions. "I wasn't okay, and you just left me! You didn't care. How long did it even take for you to realize I was gone?" Tears began to form in her eyes but she blinked them away, refusing to succumb to the hurt he had caused her.

"Oh my.. Don't fucking cry and try to turn this on me. You always do this." he yelled as he retreated to the living room, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Her legs weakened and she sat back down on the bed feeling completely defeated. Her mind quickly went to Eddie, who was anxiously waiting for her downstairs, giving her some much needed strength to power through. She continued packing, grabbing her favorite articles of clothing and a few items in the bathroom before making her way to the living room to grab whatever valuables she had. Samuel was quick to notice, immediately stumbling up from the couch to confront her. "What the hell are you doing." he asked menacingly.

"Leaving you." she responded matter-of-factly as she kept packing.

Another dry evil laugh left his lips as he followed close behind, moving through their shared space. "That's funny." he said dryly.

"I'll be back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff." she paused, turning to face him. "I'm done, Sam. I can't do this anymore."

Her words did nothing but anger him further. He stepped closer to her, grabbing her arm tightly. His nails digging into her flesh. She winced at the contact, thrashing her arm in an attempt to free herself from his grasp.

"You can threaten to leave me all you want but you know damn well you're not gonna find anyone that's willing to put up with your shit like I do. I give it a day, you'll come back." he growled lowly, roughly releasing her arm before taking a big swig from the bottle he was still holding.

"Keep telling yourself that." she muttered coldly under her breath as she retreated to the bedroom. She took a moment to catch her breath and examine her arm. Blue markings were already starting to form from his rough hand. Her eyes widened, Samuel had never laid a hand on her before so his sudden aggressive behavior was the final push, screaming at her to get out now. She hurried towards the front door and shrieked once she opened it when she bumped into someone's chest; Eddie.

Relief instantly washed over her and she flung her arms around his torso, embracing him into a tight hug. "I told you to wait in the car." she quietly whispered whilst holding onto him.

"I got worried, you were taking so long." he responded, kissing the top of her head.

Samuel overheard the commotion and began observing from the living room. The sight of his now ex-girlfriend embracing another man lit a fire under him. He made his way towards them, flinging the botte of gin mere inches from her head. It made contact with the wall and shattered, glass flying everywhere. A small shard ricocheted off of her face, drawing blood. Shock and adrenaline prevented her from feeling the cut, she was frozen in place as her eyes locked with Samuel's who was marching over to her. Eddie was quick to step in front of her, anger now prevalent on his face.

"Is this the guy you've been screwing?" he yelled without slowing his pace. He seemed unphased by Eddie's presence, trying to bypass him to get to her. Once face to face, Samuel tried to shove his way passed Eddie unsuccessfully given his smaller form. He tried shoving his way through again, growing more agitated at his failure to do so. In a final attempt, he used both of his hands to push Eddie in the chest, yelling out insults and trying to instigate a fight. Eddie pushed him back, causing him to stumble a few feet away.

"Cool it, alright. Before I beat the shit out of you." Eddie said sternly before leaning down to grab the duffle bag she had dropped while hugging him.

This gave Samuel a clear view of her, a frightened expression displayed on her face. She couldn't think of anything to say, fearing it would trigger a negative reaction from him. He starred at her with an icy expression, before retreating to the kitchen.

"Come on, let's go..." Eddie spoke softly, gently placing a hand on the small of her back guiding her out of the appartement. They stopped in their tracks as they heard more glass breaking from the kitchen. Against her better judgement, she slowly inched back into the entrance, Eddie following closely behind her.

Once in view of the kitchen, she could see the source of the racket. Samuel had picked up a baseball bat they kept by their balcony door and was smashing hanged pictures on the wall. Glass littered the floor along with broken picture frames.

"You did this!" he yelled. "You ruined us. You stupid bitch!"

He flung a slew of insults at her while smacking the bat against any fragile surface he came into contact with.

"Sam, please stop." she cried, her eyes filling with tears once more.

He ignored her request and continued on with his rampage, making his way towards the living room. He began hitting their shared stereo, the music that was still blaring began to distort until it ultimately stopped completely. She was frozen in place, horrified by his outburst. Eddie gently placed a hand on her shoulder, quietly suggesting they leave before things got any uglier. She obliged, a sob involuntarily escaping her lips.

They were halfway out the door, Eddie leading the way, when he heard the distinct sound of the bat smacking against the wall. Too close for comfort. He spun around as he heard her yelp out in pain and was met with rage. Samuel had made his way to them once more. This time, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her backwards while uttering threats as he forced her head inches from his face.

Now, Eddie wasn't a violent person. Contrary to popular belief, he had only ever gotten in a couple of fights, none of which he ever instigated. That being said, he was very protective of the people he loved, and god help anyone who dared threaten their safety or well being. In this moment, Eddie saw red. The pent up anger that had been building following the night of the party where he saw first hand the mistreatment she was facing, most likely on a day to day basis was all he could think about. The flood gates opened and without a moment of hesitation, he sprung into action. He hurried back into the apartment, carefully maneuvering past her and grabbing onto Samuel's shirt as he began hitting him with his free hand. Samuel's grip on her hair instantly released as he fell to the ground. Eddie dropped to his knees, his punches never slowing as he continued to hit him. Bringing a hand up to soothe the sore spot left from Samuel's harsh grasp, she watched on in shock.

"I warned you, you piece of shit!" he kept yelling in between punches. Samuel attempted to fight back at first, but it was no use. Eddie had overpowered him early on, and the sheer force behind each hit lead to a total knock out. It was the she felt she needed to step in.

"Eddie... stop..." she muttered quietly, still stunned by the scene unfolding before her.

He didn't stop though. He was in a anger-fueled trance that prevented him from hearing her words. He finally snapped out of it and spun around quickly after feeling a gentle hand on his shoulder. His fist was still clenched as he came back down to earth, a mixture of both his and Samuel's blood splayed over his knuckles. Once he registered who he was looking at, he lowered his fist. His pupils were blown out and he was out of breath. He turned to look at the damage he had caused and instantly felt remorse. Two punches would have been plenty, this was overkill.

From the looks of it, he had broken Samuel's nose and given him black eyes. His face was already starting to swell and he was out cold.

"Oh my god... I..." he stuttered, falling back on the heals of his feet. He was starring at the ground, shock painted on his face. She kneeled down next to Eddie and placed a hand onto his functional one in a gentle, comforting gesture.

"It's okay, he'll be fine. This isn't the first time he's gotten the shit kicked out of him." she reassured.

"But I..."

"You're okay, it's okay." she interrupted, speaking quietly, reassuringly. Her other hand met his cheek as she gently lifted his face to meet hers. His eyes, now glossy, met her gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, noticing the cut on her cheek. He slowly brought his hand up to her face, being careful not to touch the open wound.

"Yeah... Yeah, im okay." she reassured him in a quiet, loving voice. "Can we please go?"

"Yeah um, what about...?" he trailed off motioning towards her ex boyfriends stilled body behind him.

She gently shook her head no as she stood, extending her arms in an offer to help Eddie up. He understood immediately. She had ran out of sympathy or care for Samuel, he was no longer her problem to fix.

Back at the trailer, they stumbled through the front door sluggishly, the adrenaline now fully worn off. They came face to face with Eddie's uncle who quicky sat up from the couch after seeing their disheveled states.

"Jesus..." he gasped under his breath while staring at Eddie. "Boy, you look like hell. What happened?" he asked, a confused but concerned look growing on his face. His eyes met hers and he instantly rose from the reclining sofa. "Let me get the first aid kit."

Eddie nodded in agreement, making his way to the sofa as she followed close behind him. Wayne returned with the small box of supplies, handing it to her.

"There you are, darlin'."

"Thank you Mr. Munson" she replied sweetly.

She began to work on patching up Eddie's hand, gently dabbing at his sore knuckles, attempting to remove the blood that had coagulated. Every wince of pain that came from her gentle touches was followed by soft apologies as she tried her best to remove most of the gunk from his hand. His skin was raw, and she quickly realized that most of the blood on his hand was actually his. His hand had swollen twice it's normal size, and she suspected he had broken a knuckle or two. If not, they were definitely bruised to the highest degree. She applied bandages once the cleaning process was complete and quietly excused herself to the bathroom.

The men stepped outside for a much needed cigarette and Eddie filled Wayne in on their hectic afternoon. He admitted to feeling guilty and despising how violent he had gotten, especially in front of her. He worried that his behavior may have altered the way she thought of him or that she might be afraid of him now.

"Boy, you and me both know that ain't never gon' happen. What you did back there was justified."

"You didn't see his face..." he responded while staring at his feet.

"Don't need to. Been in enough fights myself, kid. I reckon you beat him pretty good." he said while motioning to Eddie's mangled knuckles.

"Hell, I would have. Lost his damn mind thinkin' he can hit a lady..." he trailed off, shaking his head while bringing the cigarette to his mouth. "Look, you feelin' bad about it just proves that you're a good person. I wouldn't have, what does that say about me?"

A smile crept on Eddie's face at his uncle's words. He thought the world of him and could say with absolute certainty that he was a good character, despite his admission. "Thanks uncle."

"'Course. Now go check on your lil' lady, make sure she's alright." he ordered with care.

"She's not my lil' lady." Eddie smiled bashfully.

"Well you better go on and change that!" Wayne retorted sassily.

Eddie chuckled, brought his hand up to his uncle's shoulder to give it a pat and headed inside the trailer. He made his way towards the bathroom where the door was ajar. He lightly knocked, opening it after hearing her quietly grant him permission to enter. She was sitting on the edge of the bath tub when she looked up at him and smiled. He walked towards her, closing the toilet seat lid to sit on it.

"How you holdin' up?" he asked. She wasn't crying and appeared to be calm, which surprised him.

"Is it awful to say, good?" she spoke carefully, contorting her face slightly. "I don't know, it's like this massive weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. All this time i never realize how much he was weighing me down..." she trailed off, staring at her hands.

"No, i get it. Makes perfect sense." he spoke softly, matching her tone. His eyes never left her face, admiring her every feature including the newly added band-aid on her cheek. "How's your face?"

"S'fine, surface level cut."

"Good." he replied with care while staring adoringly into her eyes.

Their moment was interrupted by Wayne poking his head into the bathroom. "Sorry to interrupt, i'm fixin' to start on dinner soon, will you be joining us?"

She looked up at Eddie, seeking approval, not wanting to impose. He met her gaze with a warm inviting smile which she returned before turning to face his uncle. "If you don't mind..." she replied gratefully.

Wayne nodded before making his way to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. They were once again left in each other's company and Eddie suggested they exit the bathroom to find a more spacious area to hangout in. She agreed, letting Eddie lead them to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them to give his uncle space in the kitchen. Wayne was a simple man who seldom said much, he especially enjoyed peace and quiet while he was cooking.

Once in the room, she settled on his bed as she had grown comfortable doing so while Eddie pulled out the chair by his desk to sit on. Despite everything they had been through in such a short period of time, he still worried about overstepping and wanted to ensure to respect her boundaries and give her space when really, he was burning with love and desire.

Unbeknownst to him, space was the last thing on her mind. Ever since Eddie had held her in his arms and demonstrated such gentle love and care, she had been craving it. Craving something she never knew she so desperately needed. His touch was something she had never felt before, it was electric. Without ever saying it, Eddie had showed her just how much he cared and had restored her faith in love. It wasn't until she felt his touch that she had realized just how awful her relationship with Samuel was, and how desperately she craved to be loved.

She gazed up at him, an involuntary smile creeping on her face when she noticed he had been observing her from across the room. She didn't want to waste any more time dwelling on the the past and decided to act upon her feelings.

"You comfy over there?" she asked playfully.

"You know, it's actually much more comfortable than it appears" he replied, using his legs as propellors, gently spinning the chair.

"You know what else is comfortable?"

"What's that?"

"Your bed." she quipped with a cheeky smile while patting the empty space next to her.

Eddie was quick to get up, making his way to the bed. He playfully stretched both of his arms the way an athlete would while warming up before a work out and dived into the bed next to her. The sheer force of his body hitting the mattress jolted her up slightly and she yelped. Eddie turned onto his side to face her, admiring her smile as she came down from the high of laughing. She was laying on her back, turning her face to look at him. "Hi." she said quietly.

"Hi" he repeated, a big dorky smile plastered on his face.

She shifted to her side, her body now facing his and pulled the covers up to her nose.

"Oh, gettin' shy on me now, are ya?" he teased.

"M'not!" she playfully snapped back, the blanket muffling her voice.

"So what's this about then? You get cold all of a sudden?"

"I like your bed, it's cozy." she replied closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

Her words brought him back to the night she first stayed over. He couldn't stop thinking about how his presence alone helped to comfort her in her state of distress. The idea that someone he loved could potentially feel the same way was almost overwhelming. His stomach was constantly fluttering when she was around; he was lovestruck.

"What's your uncle cooking up for dinner?" she asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Your guess is as good as mine, we never have guests so he's probably gonna try to show off his skills."

His response elicited a laugh. "Well whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be good." she paused, wanting to craft her next reply carefully. "Thank you for letting me stay here while I sort all this out."

"Of course..."

They exchanged loving eyes for a few moments before she inched her body closer to his in an attempt at cuddling. Eddie repositioned himself so he could pull her into a tight but comfortable hug. They laid together in comfortable silence until Wayne was overheard calling for them to come get some food.

They made their way to the kitchen, the smell of chicken parm prominent in the air made them realize just how hungry they were. She was pleased to see the delicious food waiting for her, not used to this kind of service at home.

"This looks amazing!" she exclaimed, quickly grabbing a plate.

Wayne politely shrugged off her compliment, muttering something about it being nothing special. Eddie refused to let his modesty cast a shadow on the quality of the meal, and reinforced her praise. This evoked a timid smile from his uncle, as he insisted they stop with the pleasantries and have a seat before the food got cold. Given that the dinner table only seated two, they made their way to the sofa to enjoy their meal allowing Wayne to sat at the table, facing the pair.

They sat in the living room for a solid half hour once they finished eating, continuously praising Wayne for the quality of their meal. She eventually got up with her and Eddie's plates and made her way towards the sink. She returned to retrieve Wayne's dish before being abruptly stopped.

"What do you think you're doin'?" Wayne protested, pulling his plate towards him and furrowing his brows.

"Oh, uh I was gonna do the dishes." she replied unsurely.

He hummed shaking his head in response. "You're a guest in our home, I certainly won't be havin' you doin' chores. Eddie can take care of those."

She turned to face the now less than pleased looking metal head grimacing over the sudden task he had been assigned. She stifled a laugh by pressing her lips together before looking at Wayne once more.

"It's the least I can do! Really, I'm happy to do it." she persisted sweetly. "Besides, don't you have to work tonight?'

Wayne reluctantly handed her the plate, thanking her while doing so. He gave Eddie an impressed look once she turned her back. His nephew had only ever brought home a couple of girls, but she was by far the most well-mannered one to date. He assumed Eddie had told her he worked nights at the plant, but having her take note of it and be so considerate of his schedule was much appreciated. He motioned with his head for Eddie to go help her tidy the kitchen, excusing himself to the bathroom to freshen up for work.

By the time the dishes were washed, Wayne was heading off to work while wishing them a good night. Eddie suggested they watch a movie which ended up being more difficult then either of them had anticipated. For the first time since they had known each other, they were met with a conflict; picking a movie. Eddie was a big fan of the horror and thriller genre, watching almost exclusively those types of films whereas she didn't care for that type at all. She enjoyed romcoms or westerns, two genres that happened to be Eddie's least favorite. Such a small clash in taste lead to a playful yet heated debate yielding little results.

"I'm telling you, if you just give this movie a chance i bet you'll enjoy it!" she stated with certainty.

"No way, I've seen my fair share of lame westerns no thanks to Wayne and they're all the same!! Old men in the desert shooting guns and riding around on horses. It's garbage!"

"It's classic." she corrected him. "And I could say the same about those scary movies you like so much. Why does being scared while watching a movie sound appealing to you, anyway?"

"It's exciting!! Keeps you on your toes!" he exclaimed.

"You know what else is exciting? Action movies, which, if i'm not mistaken, The Shadow Riders falls into that category..." she trailed off, her tone raising in a sing-songy way.

"No westerns." he insisted, punctuating each syllable.

"Fine." she sighed, snatching the remote from his hold. "What about The Breakfast Club? Have you ever seen it?"

"Nope, don't want to either." he replied stubbornly.

"Eddieeee...." she whined, collapsing dramatically on the couch. Her actions elicited a laugh from him as he snatched the remote back.

"Alright, alright. Let's see..." he trailed off as he scrolled through the catalogue. "Child's Play?"

"What's that about?" she mumbled, her face still buried in the sofa cushion.

"A murderous doll on a rampage." he stated matter-of-factly.

"Sure."

"Wait, really?" he exclaimed excitedly.

She lifted her head off the sofa before saying: "No." with a playful grin.

Eddie, now mimicking her prior dramatics went limp, sliding his body off of the couch and onto the floor letting out a pained grown. She laughed, joining him on the ground.

"This is brutal." he said while chuckling.

"Tell me about it. Got any games we could play instead?" she offered, admitting defeat in their attempts at compromising on a film to watch.

"We've got cards somewhere, let me have a look."

After a few minutes of searching random drawers in the dining area, he returned with a small deck of cards.

"Uh, this is all we have..." he offered timidly.

Upon observing the pack, her face lit up and she grinned wildly. "No way, Wizard?! I love that game!" she exclaimed.

"You do?" Eddie's smile was growing by the second. Next to D&D, Wizard was his favorite game to play. Truthfully, he was pleasantly surprised that she had even heard of it, let alone seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

"Don't act so surprised." she retorted with feigned offence.

"No, it's just... I didn't think you were into this kind of stuff." he said, inadvertently blushing.

"Nerdy stuff?" she quipped. "Well, I've only ever played once... But I loved it!"

"Shall we play then?" he said excitedly while lightly shaking the deck of cards side to side.

"Let's do it, I ought to warn you though, I annihilated my friends last time." she provoked.

"Alright well I'll have you know, I've never lost a game, so..." he trailed off making a silly, challenging face.

"You're on." she playfully retorted.

A couple of hours and a few beers deep led the pair to lose interest in the card game. Eddie had won most of the matches anyway. They were sprawled out on the living room floor, deep in conversation when she suggested they move to a more comfortable spot, noting how sore her elbows were getting from propping herself up off the ground. Eddie agreed and guided them to his bedroom, feeling a bit tired himself.

Once in the room, Eddie gathered some clothes and excused himself to go change in the bathroom. This gave her time to pull out some sleep shorts and an oversized tee and get dressed herself. Once comfortable in bed, Eddie walked back into the bedroom wearing checkered pajama pants and a CCR band tee. She glanced at the shirt, then at his face with a cheeky grin.

"CCR, huh?" she playfully questioned, brows raised.

He paused for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by her comment. "They... You know, they're a good band!" he paused as he noticed her struggling to keep a straight face. "Shut up!" he exclaimed playfully while getting into bed.

She giggled before responding. "I never said they were bad! I just didn't take you as a fan!"

"Yeah, well... You can thank Wayne for that..." he chuckled while shaking his head, the memories of his uncle and him bonding over this genre of music came flooding back into his mind. She smiled at his response and got closer to him, her head once again finding it's way onto his chest. She pondered for a few minutes, then chose to speak up, not wanting Eddie to succumb to his tired state.

"Thank you... For everything." she said while her fingers traced patterns on his chest. He squeezed her shoulder lovingly in response and kissed the top of her head. A silence lingered in the room as the pair waited for one another to speak up. It wasn't awkward by any means but simply quiet, peaceful, as they both laid together.

Thoughts of Samuel began to plague her once more, until she felt Eddie's warm touch, rubbing her arm soothingly. She suddenly was brought back to the present, realizing that her ex boyfriend no longer had a hold over her. He could no longer dictate her actions or jeopardize her happiness. She felt her heart flutter, feeling a sense of newfound freedom and excitement washing over her. She gazed up at Eddie who returned a loving glance and smiled from cheek to cheek, blushing slightly. She felt a lump in her throat from excitement and pushed herself to make the leap. Fuck it.

She inched her body forward, close enough to give Eddie a sweet kiss on the cheek. She talked herself out of a proper kiss on the lips, wanting to gage his reaction first. As she pulled away, she once again looked at him sweetly and paused. The ball was now in his court.

Eddie couldn't believe this had all worked out in his favor. In both of their favors. He was so incredibly relieved that she was able to get away from Samuel, while selfishly praising every deity there was for giving him a sliver of hope that, maybe... Just maybe... He could get the girl. Eddie was so caught up in his thoughts that he just stared on, admiring her features. He finally snapped out of it when she leaned in once more, this time committing to his lips.

Despite having kissed before, this time felt different. The intensity of it grew rapidly, Eddie making quick work to sit up against the wall and help pull her up onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, trying her hardest to never break away from the kiss. Her hand found it's way to the nape of his neck, while the other was exploring his body, moving from his chest to his waist.

With the house being vacant apart from the both of them, Eddie was a lot more vocal that he had been earlier that day. His breathing quickened the more they kissed and small breathy moans began to escape his lips with every small rhythmic movement her hips would make. She snaked her hand under his shirt, making her way to his back. There, she lightly scratched it with her nails, resulting in an elongated groan from the riled up metal head. He took her face into his hands and began kissing her more intently, expertly slipping his tongue into her mouth. This warranted a positive reply from her as she grinded her hips harder against his now very hard cock. She retracted her hand from his backside and broke awake from the kiss, urgently working to remove Eddie's shirt. He obliged, hurriedly taking off the band tee and chucking it across the room. Before he could do the same to her top, she was already tossing it to the ground, exposing her breasts to him for the first time.

Like a deer in headlights, Eddie froze, his mouth hanging agape as he gazed upon what was, in his opinion, the prettiest set of tits he had ever seen in his life. She halted her movements, analyzing his reaction to her exposed chest and couldn't help but giggle at his frozen state.

"You okay?" she asked shyly.

Eddie blinked rapidly as he now looked her in the eyes. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry... I uh.. I mean, wow..."

She giggled once more at how flustered he was and leaned in to kiss him once more. She resumed her movements, earning a strained moan from Eddie as he kissed her passionately. His hands found their way to her chest, as he gently but firmly began to fondle. He winced slightly at the pain from his sore hand but desperately tried to ignore it. (Priorities, am I right?)

He broke away from her lips and began planting soft kisses on her neck. She sighed, moving her head back to expose more of the area. Eddie gently nibbled and sucked onto the sensitive spot, making sure to leave a mark. He grinned in the nape of her neck when she let out a near pornographic moan and grinded harder against him.

"Take these off." he instructed as he gently moved his hand to her thigh and tapped it.

"Only if you do." she responded playfully. She couldn't help but stare at Eddie's bare chest. His tattoos seemed to have been placed by the Gods. He was toned, especially in his arms and shoulders, though he had a small pudgy stomach that drove her crazy. She could feel her mouth watering and her eyes drowning in desire as she waited for him to undress. She was so caught up in her daze that she almost forgot their pact. It wasn't until Eddie started to shift away from her to gain access to his bottoms that she clued in and began removing her sleep shorts. She tossed the fabric onto the ground and settled on the bed once more, where her eyes found Eddie's now fully nude body. She could feel her eyes widen and her mouth salivate as she gazed upon his large member. Her ex boyfriend wasn't small by any means, but he definitely wasn't this big.

Eddie noticed her stunned state and began feeling self conscious but those thoughts only lasted a second, fading into oblivion as she moved towards him, gently pushing his chest down so he could rest against the wall once more. She made quick work of straddling him once and leaned in for another kiss. This one is slow, sensual, she wants to take her time. She feels insanely comfortable with him, which is very new and oh so intoxicating. By now, she can feel her arousal sticking to Eddie's thighs as she continues to rock back and forth against him, desperately seeking friction to relieve this ache in her core. Finally, her hips move upwards just enough, causing her heat to grind against Eddie's throbbing cock. A strained groan escapes his lips, forcing him to break away from the kiss.

"Honey, do you... Um.." he seems conflicted, debating whether or not he should finish that thought. She looks at him, trying her best to catch her breath as she waits for him to complete his sentence.

"Uh... fuck... I don't have condoms..." he says reluctantly, palming his forehead. He begins to shift backwards, clearly understanding that this unfortunate hitch in their desired plan shouldn't be ignored.

This hitch doesn't seem to phase her though, as she softly shakes her head and leans in for another kiss. "I don't care... Just pull out. Please, i need this." she desperately moans into his mouth.

Eddie is less than convinced, knowing that the responsible thing to do would be to post-pone their sexual activities until he can get proper protection. She moves to his neck, gently planting kisses before whispering in a needy tone into his ear: "I need you, Eddie... Please... Please fuck me"

Eddie never knew he had thing for begging until this moment, but apparently that was all it took for him to throw common sense out of the window. He groaned, half in lust, the other half in slight defeat as he knew how grave the consequences could be, but nevertheless he caved. He kissed her passionately, tangling his hand into her hair. His free hand found it's way to her ass, as he grabbed a fistful and gently squeezed. She lifted herself up onto her knees in response, readjusting so she could line herself up to his member. Once there, she began grinding her hips against him, transferring her slick onto him. Eddie already felt like he was gonna bust from the friction alone, but was holding on for dear life, not wanting this moment to be over one second too soon.

As though she had heard his thoughts, she gave him one more deep kiss before smiling excitedly, and lifting her hips up once more. Eddie took the hint and took his hard cock into his hand, stroking it a few times before lining it up to her entrance. As soon as he felt the tip begin to probe at her tight hole, his eyes shut tightly and a guttural moan left his mouth. He forced himself to open his eyes once more, not wanting to miss the girl of his dreams sinking down onto him in pure bliss and pleasure.

When she finally started to sink down on his length, she couldn't help the small gasp that escapes her lips. She froze momentarily as she presses her lips together. Eddie admires her, thinking she truly is a sight for sore eyes. He brings his hand up to gently caress her cheek while he stares at her beautiful features. Her brows are tightly knit and her eyes shut. He begins to trace along her cheek with his thumb in a comforting way. “You okay?” He asks in a hushed tone, as he patiently waits for her to resume her movements.

She snaps out of her meditation and looks down at him, shooting him a timid smile. “Sorry…M’not used to it”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow, unsure of the meaning behind her comment. “Oh, are you…uh..” he trails off, he can't imagine that he would be her first, unless her previous relationship just wasn't a sexual one...

She quickly realizes that her comment was misinterpreted and quickly acts to clarify. “No, god no…” she giggles before continuing. “I mean I’m not used to it being so big…” She sighs once more as she makes another attempt at lowering herself onto him, her eyes fluttering as she does.

Eddie can’t help but feel a huge rush of adrenaline as her words give him confidence. Soon enough, she begins moving once more causing him to groans while his head falls onto the pillow. His hand that was once holding her cheek falls by his side as he brings the other one to rest on her hip. He squeezes it encouragingly as she slowly, but finally sits perfectly on his entire length. She takes a moment to get used to the feeling. Eddie’s eyes sparkle with admiration as they dart from her beautiful face to her chest, slowly rising as she sighs in pleasure. She's grinding against him as she tries to get used to the feeling of being so full. Her nails that were resting on his chest begin to slowly drag along his skin as she lifts her body, only to slam it back down onto his. This causes Eddie to groan once more, only this time its much louder, needier. She smirks down at him and begins setting a slow but steady pace.

Her jaw becomes slack and her eyes gloss over as it is now her turn to admire the man below her. Though she had fantasized about this moment many times before, nothing compared to the present. Both of his hands had made their way to her hips, slowly guiding them to keep up with the pace she had set. Eddie’s low moans were music to her ears, but she craved more. She bent down to kiss him whilst still riding him at a steady pace. As she began to focus more on the kiss, her movements faltered slightly. Eddie took this as his cue to take over, snapping his hips upwards at a quicker pace. The sudden movement drew a lewd moan from her and she began to whine into the nape of his neck.

"Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart" he rasped as he continued to pound into her. "Been dreamin' about this..."

Her stomach fluttered as she processed his words and she moaned in response. Hearing Eddie being so vocal was a stark contrast to her previous relationship and it ignited a fire deep within her. She liked it. Alot. She was definitely the vocal type during sex as well, but always held back per her ex boyfriend's request to "tone it down". Given how vocal Eddie was, it just felt natural to do the same. She began moaning and whimpering more freely, as a way of testing out the waters. This seemed to be received well as Eddie responded with an even needier groan from hearing her. She planted a kiss on his neck before moving to regain control of the pace, returning to her previous position. She expertly rolled her hips with deep, slow movements. The friction caused by her clit brushing against his pubic bone was sending her over the edge. Eddie noticed right away as he felt her walls tighten and her legs get shakier.

'Yeah, that's it baby..." he encouraged breathily, admiring the way she moved on top of him. "Ride it out..."

"M'so close... Love feeling you..." she whimpered in a hushed, whiney tone.

Eddie swore he had died and gone to heaven, he was enamored by her beauty and so incredibly close himself, he was certain this had to be a dream. He adored seeing her in this position, so much so that he grew desperate to know how she would look underneath him. He swiftly halted her movements by placing both of his hands on her hips. "Let me get you there." he pleaded, quickly flipping her onto the bed and getting on top of her.

She spread her legs, allowing enough space for Eddie to settle between them. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her lips as he, without warning, slid into her tight core once again. She sighed in pleasurable relief, the new position feeling amazingly unfamiliar. Eddie was quick to set a rapid pace, wanting to get her to where she so desperately wanted to be. The sound of his balls smacking against her ass along with whimpers and moans were echoing throughout Eddie's small home. Soon enough, she could feel the all too familiar ache begging to be released from her lower abdomen. Her breathing quickened as she chased the high. Eddie's bangs began to cling onto his forehead as small beads of sweat began to form. His arm muscles were very prominent as he propped himself up, fucking her senseless.

"Come on baby, cum for me." he encouraged breathily, feeling his own release fast approaching. He shifted his position slightly, hitting her g-spot perfectly, again and again. She moaned loudly, screwing her eyes shut as she felt her orgasm fast approaching.

"Fuck, Eddie! Right there!" she blubbered, struggling to get the words out between quick gasps.

Eddie took her words as a challenge and began fucking into her quicker and harder than before, desperate to see her come undone. His movements made her exclaim, expelling what little air was left from her lungs before she quickly took a sharp breath in.

"Ed's, I'm cumming!" she gasps, screwing her eyes shut. Eddie feels her tightened walls begin to spasm as her orgasm crashes into her. He continues to pound into her while she rides out the high, trying to get to his own release.

"I love you" she breathily whines, completely fucked out. Eddie's movements falter, and his rhythm slows. He can't comprehend what just happened. All he knows is that her words are actively pushing him over the edge. He moans while he reluctantly pulls out, spilling his seed into his hand as he pumps his dick a few times, letting out strained moans. A few seconds pass before he opens his eyes again and his knees give out from under him. His gazes falls upon her, laying on her back still, gazing at him lovingly while still catching her breath.

He returns a loving smile in her direction while chuckling lightly and shaking his head. He breathes in deeply then gets up to retrieve some well needed tissues from his desk. As the true gentleman he is, he prioritizes her comfort over his and gently cleans her up. She winces slightly over the sensitivity but thanked him nonetheless, blushing slightly. After tossing the used tissues into his small trash bin, he climbed into bed, tugging the blanket up so they could both be covered once again. They settled in bed, cuddling up to one another, despite how hot and humid the small bedroom had gotten from their heated night.

The feeling of discomfort grew, resulting in Eddie reluctantly getting out of bed to open the small window in his room. His hopes that the night would offer a cool breeze were met with satisfaction as he felt instant relief from the cracked window. He hurriedly got back into bed, desperate to feel her close once more.

As she lay on his chest, she was growing anxious at her spontaneous love confession mid-climax. She cursed herself, fearing that, despite how true her words were, they were spoken far too soon. She tried to muffle her overthinking thoughts, opting to sleep and deal with them tomorrow.

"Night Eds..." she quietly spoke, raising her head off of his chest to give him a small peck on his abdomen.

Goodnight... "he responded, squeezing her arm lovingly.

The room grew silent, long enough for her to start feeling drowsy, mere seconds away from slumber, when Eddie leaned over. He kissed the top of her head a few time then uttered ever so quietly: "I love you too, by the way."

the end

Thank you for being so kind & patient with me while i wrote this out!! I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoyed it :")

Thoughts & comments are appreciated!♡

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axgelcxltz · 10 months

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Nobody said daiting Spiderman is easy. — Jungkook x Reader.

Summary: You hadn't seen your boyfriend in a week and it's been concerning, all of your worries are only made worse when he finally comes home.

mood board — hurt/comfort

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Reluctantly, you roll out of bed, running your fingers through your hair you make your way through your and Jungkook's shared apartment. He was gone, must've left early in the morning... you let out a small sigh until coming to a full stop. All you could do was worry about Jungkook, you had no clue if he even came home from work. Snapping out of your thoughts you quickly start making your breakfast, once you finished eating you got ready for work...

With work coming to an end, you were now in your apartment, dressed in a loose sweater along with your favorite pair of sweats. At the current moment, you were trying to figure out what to make for dinner... letting out an airy sigh you looked down at the pot that heated up on the stove. If Jungkook was here, he would've been giving you different ideas, suggesting you eat noodles with meat...

In the end, you ended up ordering takeout because you couldn't figure out what to eat.

Shoving a few fries into your mouth, you looked up at the movie that played on the TV screen. You quickly turn your attention to the door, confusion written all over your face the moment it opened revealing an exhausted jungkook— wait jungkook was home and you were awake. Watching as he took his shoes off and made his way over, lying down on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hid his face into your lap.

"Jungkook?" You questioned as you ran your fingers through his hair, silence...opening your mouth to speak was when you heard little snores coming from your boyfriend. Frowning, you get a closer look at his face when you noticed new cuts... After finishing your food, you slowly lifted Jungkook onto your back and carefully carried him to your shared bedroom.

It was odd— jungkook would come home exhausted, with a few new cuts on his body, but he always came home the same day and you'd wake up next to each other, so why was it different this week? When he entered the house he looked like he hadn't gotten ANY sort of sleep.. carefully laying him down on the bed, you quickly replace the clothes he was wearing into something more comfortable before falling asleep yourself.

By the time morning came around you rubbed your eyes, almost immediately you were surprised when you saw Jungkook fast asleep. Smiling a bit you kissed the top of his head before heading into the kitchen.

Calling in for work, you decided to take the day off, to spend time with Jungkook and care of him especially the cuts, you weren't able to clean or cover them up last night because then it would be waken him up. It was now three in the afternoon and you were working on work from your computer when a sleepy Jungkook walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes as walked over to you, hiding his face into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"hi, love." You said with a small hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, attempting to untangle his curls, it was obvious he hadn't been brushing it. Junkook simply responded to your greeting with a hum as he snuggled his face into your neck. "You should go eat and then meet me in the living room, we need to talk and clean up your cuts." You mumbled, he simply nodded before doing so. Fluff.

After he ate, the two of you were sitting on the floor of your living room, all that could be heard were small whines as you cleaned up his wounds before adding cute bandaids on his face and arms. "hun, why have you been gone for a week, and why are you covered in cuts and bruises?" You asked softly before pushing his hair back, adding a few more bandaids. "I didn't mean for it to be for a week... we were working for someone and when we did the plan didn't go so well.." He mumbled as tears started forming around his eyes for a bit "It was scary, I know I should be used to this stuff by now, but I couldn't talk to Namjoon or Seokjin hyung, they cut off our communication with the others, and with the suit.."

He says quietly, you frown a bit before pecking his cheek "You don't have to say anything else, I'm just glad you're okay now. Let's cuddle and watch movies all day. How does that sound, hm?" You ask, he simply nods before standing up, and so you guys spent the rest of the day in the living room, building a pillow fort and watching movies in it while eating your favorite snacks

"I love you y/n..." He muttered before falling off to sleep.

"I love you too jungkook.." you said with a small hum before kissing the top of his head.

He never really talked about where he was and honestly, you weren't going to ask. Seeing him crying when you brought it up only made you worry even more, especially when he brought up not being able to contact with hyungs, with anyone. Jungkook did a lot of things as spider-man, things that he'd tell you about at the dinner table and when you brought up your concern he would respond with a simple "it's not scary, just Spiderman stuff" so seeing how he behaved when you asked was worrying... But you weren't going to push it.

Snapping out of your thoughts the moment you felt a hand on your cheek, you looked over at Jungkook. "turn off the tv and come sleep..." he mumbled before snuggling into your side and so you happily compiled and fell asleep.

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holymountdias · 2 years

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The Deal

RLC x (fem)reader

Summary: Ruben gets turned on by you wearing glasses but you're too busy to have sex with him so he makes a deal with you

Word count: 4.7k

notes: fluff, smutt

You had promised yourself last semester that this wouldn’t happen again but here you were once again surrounded by another chaos full of books, papers and note stickers. The exam period was about to start and like every typical university student you always ended up doing everything at the last minute. Every time you would try to change this awful habit of yours you failed miserably, especially since you started dating your current boyfriend Ruben.

After meeting him at the club one night while partying with your friends, you two immediately hit it off as the chemistry between you two was too good to be ignored. The past five months were full of date nights, attending his matches and just having fun with each other. It felt like you were finally enjoying yourself after a long time of being stuck in a dark place within yourself and Ruben had helped a lot with that. But now the fun was over or at least for the next few weeks because you had to prepare for your exams.

You were currently laying on your bed wearing your pyjamas and glasses while anxiously going through your notes. You were so stressed out that you could feel your body heating up on its own; your short pyjama shorts and short tank top was still not helping much as you originaly thought. Maybe a cold shower would get rid of the tension and heat in your body but you didn’t want to risk waisting time or feeling too relaxed. The fatigue you were already feeling, would lead to you falling asleep and you knew it.

You snapped out of your studying when suddenly the doorbell rang, after you sighed one last time, you took your glasses off and went at the front door. Opening it, you came face to face with Ruben and immediately smiled at the sight of him, not expecting to see him today since you were both busy. Noticing that he was still in his gym clothes you assumed that he had gotten back from practice.

“Hey” you greeted him while opening the door wider for him to come inside. He smiled back at you, his picture perfect smile directed at you and then reached for you by wrapping his arms around your waist and then pecked your lips softly.

“Hello to you too gorgeous”, he grinned which made you scoff at him jokingly before pulling away to look at him.

“Yeah sure, gorgeous my ass.. I am a freaking mess because i have been studying the whole day”.

Your tiredness was evident in your voice and he could see the irritation going through your body at that moment as you brushed your fingers through your hair for what felt the millionth time that day.

“A hot mess, if you may ask me” he exclaimed back with a smirk on his face as he finally took in your appearance.

The clothes you were wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination as most of your skin was exposed. The neckline of your top reached just above your cleavage leaving your neck and shoulders in complete sight as one of its tiny straps fell down to your arm. The material of it seemed to be quite thin too, showing your perky breasts as your nipples were almost seen through it. Meanwhile your short shorts reached just below your arse and were hugging your sides perfectly, flattering your curves all together. Your slightly messy hair was that small detail that completed your cozy, yet extremely sexy, to his eyes, look.

Ruben almost drooled at your presence as his mind was getting filled in with lustful images of you beneath him crying out his name. Noticing your boyfriend’s darkening stare on you, you smiled proudly at yourself seeing the affect you had on him.

“Why thank you sir and i wish i could repay you for your kind words but i have a lot of studying to do” you replied playfully before turning around to head towards your room.

After a few seconds you swear you heard a groan behind you and immediately knew that your boyfriend most definitely ended up noticing how your asscheeks were visible under your shorts, making you smirk to yourself.

Laying back in your bed, you put your glasses back on your face and then proceeded to continue studying from where you left off. Not long after Ruben joined you in your room, only to find you burried in your books.

“I think you should take a break, you are obviously tired and you are just going to overwo-”

His words got cut off as you turned your face to look at him, his eyes focusing on the unfamiliar accessory on your face. If he was yearning for you before, it definitely got worse now but with the difference that he was now determined to break you. He had never seen you with glasses before and damn, if he knew how sexy you looked with them sooner, he would have bought a dozen of them for you to wear. Ruben was almost on his knees when the thought of you sucking him off while wearing those glasses clouded his mind.

fuck

“What were you saying?” your voice snapped him out of his daydream, confused by his sudden pause.

“You are taking a break” he said demandingly this time, which only made you furrow your brows, as his tone gave you no room to question him, but you decided to ignore it.

“Baby, i get that you want attention right now but i can’t and if i were to take a break with you here, you and I both, know very well how it's gonna end”, you then lowered your head back to your book so that you could seem as uninterested as possible.

“Besides i am way too caught up in this to even think about you fucking me” This was kinda risky of you to say as you were lying through your teeth and he knew it.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, sweetheart” his voice full of authority as a serious dark expression covered his face.

You loved this side of him, the one he used when he wanted to discipline you and put you in your place when you crossed the line or when he wanted to take full control of you. It wasn’t difficult for him to control your body any way he wanted since he was a lot stronger than you but your mouth was bigger, so you used that to your advantage every time you wanted to provoke him because you simply just loved being a brat.

You almost whimpered remembering the way he can so easily manhandle you in bed, his strong arms lifting you and using your body in any way he wanted while giving you both pain and pleasure. You could feel your pussy getting wet at the possibility of having him now.

Then you felt the bed dipping beside you as you felt Ruben sitting there. “Oh is it?” you challenged him with a teasing tone after you turned your whole body towards him to look at him better.

His eyes weren’t focused on your face anymore but down on your tits as they were pressed together and almost peeking above your top due to the position you were laying in. The corner of your mouth quirked up seeing his darkening gaze on your body once again.

Slowly you moved your hand to place it just below his chin in order to force him to look back at you. “My eyes are up here love”. His gaze shifted back to your face once hearing you and after mirroring the movement of your hand, he softly placed his thumb on your bottom lip as well.

“If u don’t want me to take you right here on your bed and fuck you until you are full of my cum, then i suggest you don’t ask me that, love”, his words caused your walls to clench around nothing, begging to be filled and used by him.

“Aww are my eyes too much for you Ruben?” your joking manner didn’t distract him in the slightest though, as he still hold his gaze on you.

“Your beautiful eyes when i see them glistering with the same desire as i feel for you right now. Your luscious lips that make me want to kiss you every time i see you but also make me think about how good they feel and make me cum when they are wrapped around my cock” his thumb then pressed down on your bottom lip making your lips part

“That smart tongue of yours, the way you use it to both provoke me and satisfy me the way i ask you to; and as if that wasn't enough, you have to wear those glasses too, that make you look like the sexiest student i have ever seen”

You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you stared into his eyes. Your arousal increasing more and more with each word that left his mouth. You wanted to let yourself at his mercy but you needed to stand your ground since you didn't trust yourself enough to focus on your work later on; your boyfriend was too much of a distraction and you knew that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of each other. After getting a hold of yourself, you shrugged him off.

‘‘Your little glass kink is really cute babe but I really need to study". Just as you were about to turn your attention back to your notes, his voice interrupted you.

"How about we make a deal then?"

"What deal?"

Your face scrunched up in confusion and you wondered what could he possibly have in his mind now.

"You do your studying here on your bed while I have my way with you and if I end up making you cum, you will take a break, if i don't, i won't distract your little study session anymore and I will even help you out if you want..''

You smiled at the latter. Having your boyfriend be your little assistant and help you out with your work sounded incredibly sweet and helpful and even made your heart warm up thinking of that gesture. On the other hand, you couldn't deny that the first one was quite intriguing; especially considering how much turned on you already were and only by hearing his deep voice.

There was no doubt that this challenge would be incredibly difficult to pull off since Ruben was very skilled when it came to what made you a whimpering mess, begging for him to take you, but you also wanted to test yourself out and perhaps have the upper hand for once.

"It's a deal" your voice came out confident enough and without waiting for any reaction from him, you instantly got back to your previous position, laying on your stomach with your notes in front of you; your attention shifting to your notes. Your answer caught him a little bit off guard as he wasn't expecting you to agree so easily but without wanting to waste any more time he took his place right behind and on top of your legs so he could be as close to your bottom as possible and got to work.

At first you felt his hands caress your legs softly almost making you giggle at the tickling feeling it was giving but that stopped soon enough when his hands ended up on your ass. He started caressing both your ass cheeks and eventually tagged at the waistband of your shorts as he proceeded to take them off.

"Lift your hips up for me baby" he whispered to you, almost making you moan, your body already reacting to him. You complied quickly to his command though and then felt your shorts being pulled down your legs and then completely off.

"Fuck, such pretty ass you got prinsess" he groaned lightly and started massaging it, applying pressure to every part of it from the center to your side when he suddenly grabbed your ass roughly making you bite down on your lip. He let them go, making them bounce lightly and then gave a hard slap on your right cheek. You almost moaned at that and before you could take a breath to calm yourself down you felt his hand land hard on your left cheek.

You cursed in your mind while feeling the sting on your skin from how hard he spanked you and you knew without a doubt that a red mark was already left there.

He caressed your ass one more time and then slowly guided his hand down to the area where your body needed him the most. You could feel your pussy clenching, feeling his finger being dragged on your skin and finally reaching your bottom. A finger run down slowly on your clit and you could feel your wetness dripping from your cunt.

"What was that you had said about not wanting me to fuck you?" his voice held a smugness in his tone making you feel angry with yourself about how much affect he had on you.

“Fuck, I need to see this pussy” and then he bent your left leg to the side, leaving your sex completely exposed to him.

He started caressing your clit softly not really putting any pressure yet but the feeling was still enough to arouse you more. His hand was placed fully on top of your clit now softly rubbing your wetness all over the area and as if that wasn't enough he started giving little slaps on your pussy.

The movement made you wanna yell at him to fuck you already. The small touch that his hand left as he slapped your sex along with the feeling of air from his fast movements hitting you, had your walls clenching from how much he was teasing you. The toes of your feet started curling from all the sexual frustration.

Ok y/n just read your notes to distract yourself and you will be fine

The country distanced itself from the other countries and started to build its own way to socialism under a new strong political leadership.

Accordingly, the constitution was heavily amended to replace the emphasis on democratic centralism with-

A moan escaped you before you could finish the sentence in your head as Ruben's fingers had finally entered you. “Hmm such a tight little pussy for me and so wet” you heard his deep voice from behind making you clench around his fingers.

At first his fingers started moving inside you in a slow speed making you drop your head down on your book from the frustration. Ruben chuckled at your messy state.

“What is it princess, tell me what you want”. You refused to give in though and lifted your head back up to focus on your book once again. He then placed his hand on your left ass cheek and grabbed it while dragging it upwards, exposing more of the explicit view he had in front of him.

“Look at this beautiful pussy all dripping on my fingers”. The pace of his thrusts picked as you felt his fingers going deeper inside you and giving you so much pleasure.

Your hips moved a little as a response from the sudden euphoria. Pressing your lips together tightly and your eyes shutting close, wanting desperately to control yourself. Your body wasn't cooperating with what your mind wanted though as you lightly started pushing your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

Your boyfriend smirked at your movement and continued pushing his fingers into you but with much harsher force now making you moan from the ecstasy.

“Tell me what you want baby and I'm going to give it you.” Your hands fisted around the sheets of your bed from the pleasure and you placed your face layed to the side with your eyes still shut.

Your moans continued at the feeling of his big fingers moving in and out inside you; your mind now fully focused on only one thought; to cum.

Your eyes snapped open when Ruben spanked your ass.

“Look at me and tell me what you want.”

His dark expression on his face as his pupils flared showing his desire made you moan once again but you didn't hesitate this time, letting him know what you wanted.

“Good girl”

He smirked at you and the sound of your juices as his fingers were snapping hard into you was the only sound in your ears, making you an absolute moaning mess.

You could feel your body building up from the insane pleasure he was giving you and after moaning his name, you felt yourself cumming around his fingers. Your walls throbbing from the orgasm as you continued to move your hips, as your body was begging for more.

He removed his fingers from you and then spanked your ass once more with force. "Get down on your knees for me babygirl".

Without a second thought your body followed his command getting down on the floor to rest between his spread legs. Your hands rushed to grab the waistband of his trouser and with his help you pulled them down his legs.

His very evident erection was pocking through due to how turned on he was, making you draw your bottom lip between your teeth from the anticipation.

Deciding to tease him a little you traced your fingers along the tent on his boxers and started stroking him through his underwear. You glanced up to your boyfriend to find him already starring down on you and with a small nod of his head, he silently asked you to move forward. Your hand then slipped in his underwear, finally taking a hold of his hard dick and after giving it a stroke to feel him at first, you took him out.

The sexual desire between you two was insufferable and to the point when his cock was finally sprung free from the restraint of his underwear, you both whimpered feeling heavily aroused.

Ruben groaned deeply as he pushed his head back, yearning for your touch and mouth. He wanted to grab you from your hair and make you suck on his cock already but he decided to let you enjoy yourself for a minute before he took control again.

Your eyes never left his member; everytime feeling both excited and in disbelief of the size of it. Wrapping your hand around his tip, you started stroking him from the tip and down to the base a few times, leathering him with his licking pre-cum. Your hand paused at the tip again and this time you placed your thumb right on top of it and started rubbing him softly to tease him even more.

His mouth gaped at the feeling of his member through your tight throat and after holding in the position for a few seconds, he then removed his dick from your mouth making you start coughing from the feeling as tears started spilling down on your cheeks.

“Tease me more and I'm going to have you chocking on my dick until I have my cum running down your throat.”

Ruben having had enough of your little game, grabbed you roughly by your hair and turned your face upwards a little; the stinging pain on your head made you open your mouth in reaction and suddenly you felt his cock sliding inside your mouth and hitting the back of your throat fast.

The sudden move caught you off guard and you started gagging with tears welling up in your eyes while your hands shifted onto his knees to steady yourself.

You rubbed the back of your hand through your mouth to get rid of your licking saliva and after quickly getting yourself back together, you looked at him with an innocent expression.

“Damn do you know what your eyes do to me when you have these glasses on?”

You smiled mischievously at him once hearing his words and opened your mouth wide while sticking your tongue out for him.

He groaned at the sight of you and felt his cock twitch as the glasses were making you look so much sexier, giving you that innocent but brilliant sexy look. They were adding a new tone of submission on your face, which stimulated the idea of power he had over you.

He took a grip of his member and the started slapping it on your wet tongue; the arousing feeling of it's touch curving a smile onto you gaped mouth and started moving your ass and hips slowly as your cunt craved to be fucked by him already.

Shortly after you finally wrapped your lips around him, sucking on the tip for a few seconds until you lifted his cock up a little to lick the veiny underline of it, starting from the base and back to the tip. Later on you pushed him more into your mouth while your hands stroked him a little; with each stroke you bobbed your head further, taking in more of him, as your tongue playfully licked him.

Your mouth buzzed as you moaned around his cock both from the taste and the feeling of his hard member in your mouth and he moaned back in response.

“That's right baby, suck on my cock like the good girl you are.”

Sucking the air from your mouth, your cheeks squeezed around him for a few seconds and eventually took him completely out; as your saliva mixed with his precum drooled from you. Next you spit on his cock as both of your hands kept stroking him and covering his cock with your spit.

You opened your mouth once again and then put him back in your mouth but this time pushed him deeper reaching the back of your mouth. Ruben groaned from your sudden move and grabbed your hair and pushed your head further in as his cock explored your tight throat.

His fist tightened around your hair as the pleasure consumed him completely and he instantly started fucking your mouth making you gag with every thrust.

Tears started spilling down your cheeks from the burning feeling on your throat from his rapid movements while you tried to take deep breaths from your nose.

“Shit I'm going to cum” he hissed and soon enough, he stilled your head on his dick, his hand keeping you there with so much strength, and then you felt his twitching in the back when his warm cum started feeling in you throat.

He pulled away from your mouth as you finally got the chance to breath normally. You coughed a bit from the gagging but nevertheless were so much turned on by how he manhandled you. You scooped up with your finger some of your leaking saliva mixed with his precum and sucked on it while looking straight at his eyes.

He smirked at your gesture and with his thumb rubbed your bottom lip, pushing it a little bit into your mouth for you to suck.

"Fuck, get your sexy ass on the bed baby so that I can fuck you properly now"

Of course you didn't hesitate and immediately did as he asked you to, being desperate to have him inside you. Again placing yourself on your knees, your ass up high while your upper body was bent forward with your head layed on your bed and your hands together behind your back. Ruben looked at you with satisfaction and after taking off the rest of his clothes, he closed the distance between you, standing right behind your ass completely naked. You could feel his erection close to your pussy and whimpered, craving to give you more.

“Taught you so well” he whispered to you in a deep voice before he spanked your ass; your hips rolling back towards him yearning more of his touch.

“Please fuck me”

“Why?”

“Cause my hole needs to filled by your cock and I want you to cum in me Sir until it's dripping from my pussy”

Ruben moaned in reaction and without any further delay grasped your hands and slammed into you in once. You immediately gasped from the intense feeling of being stretched out as even after so many times you still weren't used to his size; every inch of your hole being completely full from his big cock.

He groaned from how your tight walls wrapped and clenched around him and started shoving his erected member in and out of you slowly, bracing the sensation of your silken pussy. His dick felt so thick inside you, giving you so much pleasure; feeling your juices dripping from you.

The room was filled with your heavy breathing and the sound of your wetness being pushed by his hard member making the scene so incredibly erotic. The ecstasy was too much for both of you since your bodies were eager to be pleasured and reach your climax already.

Your hands tightened around his hold when he picked up his pace, fucking you with so much force that he started repeatedly hitting your g spot. Loud moans kept escaping your mouth from the intense pleasure which only increased when he started spanking you once again.

He hissed from the ecstasy as he dived deeper inside of you, the speed of his thrusts making his balls slap against your dripping clit.

“Is this what you wanted baby? to wreck your hole completely with my cock”

“Yes yes Ruben, please don't stop”

He loved the desperation in your voice, enjoying how much control he had over you. His brutal thrusts didn't stop for minute as he could feel himself slowly reaching his climax.

“Then fucking cum for me”

Your body once again complied blindly to his command; your eyes rolling in the back and your walls clenching around as you finally felt your climax rushing through you, the pleasure making you scream his name in the meantime.

Ruben's expression hardened as he felt you reaching you creaming his cock with your walls wrapping around him so tightly that had him twitching. Tightening his hold on your hands and after two or three thrusts, he buried his cock deep inside you with force, finally filling you up with his cum.

He stilled his member inside you for a minute and then pulled out of you completely with a deep groan. Your body fell on the body completely from the exhaustion as your hole still pulsed from the pleasure.

He softly turned you on your back and bent down to give you a loving kiss as he brushed away your hair from your face. You smiled in the kiss and then you saw him getting up again to exit the room.

Soon after he came back with new boxers on, while holding a towel and a clean shirt of his that he had in his gym bag. After he cleaned you up, which made you hiss in the process from how sensitive your clit was, he helped you wear his shirt and then layed back on the bed while wrapping his arms around you.

You both sighed from the relaxing moment, which made him chuckle and then felt him leave a kiss on top of your head; your mouth curving into a smile from his sweet gesture.

“Fuck I needed that” you exclaimed suddenly and he laughed lightly in reaction

"See, I was right about you needing a break”

“Yes you were baby, thank you for taking care of me”

“Anytime beautiful but let's rest for now because later we've got to study”

your brows furrowed in confusion after he used plural, “What do you mean by we?”

“I mean that I'm going to help you study”

“But I lost the deal”

“Yes but you obviously need help and like we said I'm here to take care of you” then you felt him turning you to the side as he spooned you holding you tightly against his hard chest

“Now close your eyes because we have work to do later”

#ruben loftus cheek #rlc #rlc x reader #ruben loftus cheek smut #ruben loftus cheek fluff #ruben loftus cheek imagines #chelsea fc #chelsea imagine #football imagines #england nt #ruben loftus cheek fanfic

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secretobsessionstuff · 2 years

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I know you've been getting tons of requests lately but can I suggest for later a very burpy Blair please? (no emeto, sfw) something is bothering her stomach and it gives her a really bad belly ache, just lots of tummy rubs and fluff :>

Thank you so much for your patience, anon! I hope you like it.

This is sfw but the ending got me feeling some type of way ;)

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Blair started the conversation on the other side of the couch. She and Dakota weren’t even touching. Halfway through the conversation, she had somehow appeared right next to him. But so far only their hands were touching.

She wasn’t big on PDA, and this was Shawn and Mateo’s apartment after all—it wouldn’t be polite for them to be on top of each other. Besides, the conversation was lively enough that Dakota was more focused on what they were talking about. He held her hands in his lap, but that was all.

Normally, Blair would be okay with the minimal amount of touching. She was content to just have his hand on her thigh or on her lower back. It was the little touches that reminded her that even when they were with other people, his mind was still on her. But that night she felt clingy and achy. And sleepy. Her head kept lolling forward and she had to resist the temptation to rest it on Dakota’s arm.

Heavy meals always made her tired. They had eaten fish and chips. Shawn had battered the fish himself and fried potatoes wedges to make homemade fries. Perhaps he was trying to make up for the last time they had dinner together. That night had ended early with Shawn on the kitchen floor, breathing through a panic attack.

The food was good, but Blair found it greasy. Of course, Dakota had cleaned his plate and moved onto Blair’s plate when he saw that she still had fries leftovers. She had not hesitated to push her plate closer to him. She was grateful for her boyfriend who never seemed to have a limit to his appetite. This way, Shawn and Mateo wouldn’t question the food leftover on her plate.

“Do you cook from scratch often?” Dakota asked Shawn as they ate ice cream in the living room. Blair had declined, saying she was full which wasn’t a lie. She just didn’t mention that the fullness came with a twinge of nausea.

Shawn looked down at his bowl of ice cream, “Only the easy stuff. We had a cook growing up and I picked up a few things. I used to make bread, cream soup, and pasta with my siblings but not so much anymore.”

Dakota gave Blair a nudge. “Damn, Bee, we need to make these dinners a weekly thing.”

Blair winced at the movement. So apparently, she hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of melting into her boyfriend. Her head was properly planted against his arm, and she could feel herself slowly sinking lower. Pretty soon she’d be using his lap as a pillow.

The rumbling in her belly was making her sluggish and uncomfortable. All this talk of food was not doing her any favours. She waited until Dakota’s attention moved back to Shawn and Mateo before letting out a burp, using his body to muffle the sound.

Dakota kept on talking about food, occasionally glancing down at her whenever she burped. He didn’t mention anything in front of their friends, but he gave her hand a small squeeze.

For most of the conversation, Blair zoned out. Dakota’s deep voice moved through his body, creating a muffled background noise from having her ear pressed up against him. She didn’t think her eyes were closed until someone said her name, snapping her out of her bellyache-induced daze.

“You sure you don’t want anything else, Blair?” It was Mateo asking. He was standing now in front of them with empty bowls of ice cream in his hands.

Blair sniffled and blinked her eyes open. “I’m good. Dinner really filled me up. I could fall asleep."

“Fair enough,” he said. “You do look quite tired.”

“Sorry,” she said, sketching out her neck.

“No worries. You can lie down in my room for a while if you want.”

Blair hesitated. The offer sounded nice, but she didn’t want to impose. “I’ll think about it.”

Mateo grabbed Dakota's dishes. “Sure, whatever you want.” He looked at Shawn.” “Will you help me in the kitchen?”

Blair and Dakota found themselves alone in the living room. In the sudden silence, Blair felt like the entire world could hear her belly gurgle as it tried to digest the greasy meal. Trapped air and food shifted nauseatingly inside of her. The momentary quiet was peaceful, and then Blair killed it by burping wetly into her hand.

“You’re doing that a lot,” Dakota remarked. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I think the food upset my stomach a little.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s not that bad,” she said with a hand on his leg to keep him from standing up. “Besides, seems like you’re having a nice time.”

“I am, but if you’re sick—”

“—I’m not sick, just tired and full. I might actually take Mateo up on his offer.”

“What’s that now?” Mateo asked, walking back in the room with Shawn behind him.

Blair had to admit that she was exhausted so she explained that lying down for a bit would be nice. She was also exhausted of hiding how she felt. Mateo led her to his room. It was very clean and monochromatic. The bed was made with the sheets tucked in tightly. Nothing was out of place.

“It’s so tidy,” she said as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

“I mostly sleep with Shawn in his room.” He looked away awkwardly. “It’s not this clean, I assure you.”

Blair nodded. She bowed her head when another burp travelled up her throat. Mateo was politely staring at the ground when she looked back up. She cleared her throat and shuffled to the head of the bed where crisp clean pillows awaited her head.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You’re paler than usual.”

“Yeah.” Blair didn’t want to say anything about the food because they had been nice enough to make it. “Thanks for letting me rest here for a bit.”

Mateo gave her a smile. He understood his cue to leave, turning off the light as he did.

Blair sighed and curled up on the mattress. She didn’t get under the blankets because that seemed invasive somehow. And she was warm enough as it was. That whole ordeal left her cheeks pink and hot. Each burp that escaped past her lips made her anxious that someone would notice how uncomfortable she felt. Dakota noticed obviously, but it was her friends that she worried about.

Now as she rested in Mateo’s room, her worries drifted to the ache in her middle. It was a dull pain that radiated up her throat. Her stomach was not used to overly greasy food and it was vocal about its disapproval. Each burp made her shiver and hug her knees tighter to her chest. There was a throw blanket at the end of the bed which did she did end up using to cover her legs.

Blair wasn’t sure how long she slept for—or if she even slept—when the bedroom door creaked open. The persistent ache in her belly told her it must not have been a long nap. Dakota’s head peeked into the room.

He silently came in and crawled his way up the bed. He dragged his hand along her body and let it come to a rest in the dip of her waist. “You awake?” he whispered. Blair mumbled a yes. “How are you feeling?”

“Bloated,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” Dakota replied as if it were obvious. And it was obvious because she had clearly been feeling very bad. As he rested his hand on her stomach, he realized that he was right to check on her, and that she was right about being bloated. He reached further down the side of belly, feeling just how full she really was. “Oh Bee—”

“I know. It hurts a lot and I keep needing to burp but it’s not helping much.” She shifted around on the bed, making the blankets bunch up under her. Then she remembered that this wasn’t her bed. “You left Mateo and Shawn by themselves?”

“Well, who else was I going to leave them with?” he chuckled but Blair did not laugh back. Her body stayed as rigid as a stone. “It’s fine. We were playing a video game, so they’re distracted.”

“You should—hic—go back,” she mumbled in between a hiccup. The hiccup got caught in her chest and came out as a strangled burp. She moaned and put her hand over Dakota’s that was on her stomach.

“Mhm,” Dakota hummed, “I think I should stay right here.” His voice was husky as he continued to whisper. Blair shivered at his breath on the back on her neck. “Let me help.” And he started making circles with his hand.

Blair closed her eyes again. His touch was soft and soothing. She let Dakota rub her stomach for a while. Her breathing was beginning to even out when a loud wet gurgle moved through her belly. Without warning, a burst from her mouth. “Ugh, I’m—”

“—Shh, don’t say you’re sorry. You’re fine.” The soothing circles slowed down as Dakota thought about something. “Did that help?”

“A little.”

“There’s a lot of trapped gas in here, isn’t there?” Dakota said, unaware that Blair’s face was heating up. “Maybe I can make it happen again.” He gave her tummy a small push which immediately elicited another burp from the pit of her stomach. Blair exhaled deeply, feeling the first taste of relief.

“There you go,” Dakota said. He traced more circles on her middle before daring to push again. “Let’s see if there’s one more.”

Blair gasped as he pushed harder this time. This one worked wonders. She let out a deep belch that brought with it the taste of dinner. But it made her so much lighter. She swore she could feel her belly deflate and relax against Dakota’s touch.

“Good girl,” Dakota said, kissing the back of her neck.

Blair sighed and melted into her boyfriend. She felt as if she would float off the bed if it weren’t for Dakota’s arm over her body. He stopped pushing and simply traced along her tummy with his fingertips until she was ready to leave.

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torireidd · 2 years

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When my ringing phone woke me from my sleep, I was pissed to say the least. I'd been tossing and turning all night. The pains in my stomach and lower back made it hard to find comfort, much less fall asleep.

"Hello," I answered, slightly irritated.

"(Y/n), i-is everything okay? Were you just asleep? I'm sorry I woke you but it's 1:00 in the afternoon, what are you doing still sleeping?" I softened after hearing the concern laced in my boyfriend's voice.

"Spence I'm fine I just couldn't sleep last night. My back was really killing me and on top of that my stoma-"

I didn't get to finish explaining before Spencer cut me off. "(Y/n), I'm coming. I'll be right over." I sighed and gave in, knowing there was no convincing him otherwise. "Okay," I said before hanging up and finally dragging myself out of bed. I straightened up the bed, picked up a few stray items and tried to clean my apartment as much as I could before Spencer showed up. After I did the smallest amount of work possible, I turned the TV to a random channel and waited for Spencer to come over.

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Knocking at the door woke me from sleep I didn't know I had succumbed to. "It's open," I yelled from the couch, too lazy to get up. It took me 15 minutes to find a comfortable position and I was not about to move just yet.

Spencer let himself in and walked over to the couch to sit beside me. He grabbed my hands, his thumbs rubbing circles over the backs of my hands. "I'm sorry you couldn't sleep last night. And I'm sorry you're in so much pain. You know I love you but you really shouldn't leave your door unlocked like that. Any crazy person could come in and murder you, y'know."

"Spencer Reid, while I may love you, I suggest you back up and start over. Period me is a bitch, so do with that what you will." His eyes grew wide and I almost felt bad for snapping at him. That was, before I doubled over in excruciating pain.

"(Y/n), are you okay? Do you need anything? A-are you cramping right now?" I held my hand up, signaling for him to give me a minute. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the stomach. Repeatedly.

After a few minutes, the cramps subsided. I sighed and sat up. It pained me to see the way he was looking at me. Like he would do anything to take my pain away and make it his own.

"Spencer I'm okay, really. I'll just take some Midol and grab the heating pad-" Before I could say anything else I was cut off by another stabbing pain in my lower abdomen.

"A-are you sure? Oh! You're cramping again! Uh, okay, don't move I'll go get the Midol and heating pad for you," he rushed off into the bathroom looking for everything. It warmed my heart seeing him do the little things for me. Well, try to do them anyway. It was cute he was trying but he had no idea where anything was.

"Spencer, it's fine. You don't know where anything is. I'll get it," I said, walking into the bathroom.

"No (y/n) it's not fine. I should know where everything is at so you don't always have to get it yourself. I should be able to take care of you if you're on your period or if you're sick." He sounded so frustrated.

"Then move in." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. I was a little surprised, considering the thought only crossed my mind a few times out of the 6 months we've been dating. Change is huge for Spencer and I didn't want to say anything to catch him off guard. I figured I would let him bring it up, if he was ready for a step like that.

His eyes widened. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I thought it was over at that point for sure. "Uh, never mind. I don't really know why I said that. Let's just forget it."

I went to walk away but before I could get very far he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. "No! Er, I mean no, don't just forget it. Let's do it. I mean only if you want to. But I want to if you want to. I mean do you wan-"

Before he could ramble anymore, I pressed my lips to his gently, my arms automatically reaching around his neck and hands going into his hair. His hands landed on my waist, gripping and pulling me closer until our bodies were up against each other. He pulled away, a small whine leaving my lips at the loss of contact.

"Not that I, uh, didn't like that, it's just, why?" he asked with a small laugh.

"Because, you were rambling. Not that I don't love your normal rambling, because I do. It's just, you were doubting yourself and I had to get it through to you of course I want to move in together. I'm the one that brought it up."

"Oh. Okay." He said and pulled me back to him. "I guess I can start moving my stuff in next week."

I smiled and pulled him back in for another kiss, but before I could actually kiss him, he pulled away.

"(Y/n), I still don't know where the damn heating pad is."

#criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfic

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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lockscreen | p.p

gif not mine

| andrew!peter x reader

summary: how you’d react when you find you are peters lockscreen

warnings: none

authors note: hi i’m back !!! this has been sitting in my drafts. gotta be honest, not my favorite things i’ve written but it’s still pretty cute. enjoy !!

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these past few days you had been so exhausted, managing work and school wasn’t what you anticipated for college. but you needed the money to keep your apartment, there were some perks. like free sandwiches from your co-worker, or free drinks. very nice, especially on the days you were incredibly busy. like today.

you walked into your apartment, which you frequently shared with your boyfriend, peter. he would stay over for a few days or sometimes weeks if he’s not busy. you loved having his company, it kept you distracted and not worried about all of the assignments you spent hours working on. he was like a breath of fresh air. taking your bag off and letting it drop to the floor with a thud, slipping your shoes off, and walking to your bedroom to change.

coming back into the main living area, you saw peter on the sofa, kicked back on his phone. “the hell? when did you get here?” you stopped in your track, staring at the back of his head.

“like five minutes ago, I’m pretty sure you fell asleep while changing” he laughed, looking over his shoulder. you only rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, peter followed behind you. “how was work?” you opened the fridge for a drink, peter leaned against the counter. “samantha quit today. we are understaffed now” you sighed, taking a few swigs of the liquid. “i’m considering leaving too. with the exams coming up i haven’t had time to even think about studying.” you sat the bottle down on the counter, peter came to your side running his hand up and down your back. “you know” he started, “i could move in. help you with rent and everything.” he finally suggested, this wasn’t the first time he brought up moving in with you. it’s not that you weren’t ready, you were but you didn’t want to put the burden of rent on him.

“i know, i just don’t want the responsibility falling on you.” now, you had turned around to face you. you yawned before he could answer. “let’s talk about it later. do you want to watch a movie with me?” you were so exhausted you didn’t think you’d survive a movie but it was better than doing loads of homework. you nodded, which made him grin. he took your hand leading you into the living room. he sat down first, you followed. stretching your legs out and resting your head on his thigh. you weren’t even paying attention to the movie he picked, your eyes began to get heavy closing them from time to time but trying your best to stay awake. you failed miserably. within ten minutes you were out like a light.

peter noticed almost immediately, your breathing had evened out and you weren’t moving as often. he didn’t mind it at all, you deserved to get rest. you had been working so hard lately and peter just wanted you to take care of yourself. he made sure not to move much that way you were comfortable. as the movie progressed he couldn’t stop taking glances at you, how your face looked so relaxed when you were asleep. he grabbed his phone and opened the camera and quickly snapped a few pictures of you. he smiled to himself, going back and reviewing them.

when you woke up in your bed you were very confused, knowing you fell asleep on the sofa and suddenly you’re in your bed? peter probably brought you in last night. you got up, shivering at the contact of your feet and the cold floor. you opened the bedroom door, greeted by the smell of breakfast. you rubbed your eyes, entering the kitchen seeing peter at the stove. “g’morning” he smiled, looking up at you. “what time is it?” you asked, taking a seat at the table. “little after noon” he said, turning his phone on and putting it back down. you glanced at his phone seeing his lock screen. “pete” you groaned, “i look awful in that!” you hung your head.

peter laughed, putting a plate in front of your and kissing the top of your head. “i think you look beautiful”

#tasm x reader #peter parker #peter parker x you #marvel mcu #peter parker x reader #spider man: no way home #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fluff #tasm 2 #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker

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operatorsdime · 2 years

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Good Morning

Warren x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+), oral (male receiving), mention of oral (female receiving), consensual somnophilia, fluff

A/N: Warren DESERVES a good blowjob.

It was like an instinct. A drive built into his very DNA.

The alarm would sound in your room, early in the morning. Warren wakes up, kisses you goodbye and is out the door before the sun even rises. And then you don’t see him for the rest of the day, until he comes home from work late at night.

His self-overworking left you with a sense of guilt. Guilt for how some mornings he was so eager to get out the door he didn’t eat breakfast. Guilt for when he came home so late and was too tired to eat dinner. Guilt that the need for money had drilled this into him so far that he couldn’t let go.

It was about time for you to stop being a little bitch. It was about time you did something about it.

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You were used to waking up at 5 in the morning thanks to Warren’s alarm alerting you both. Last night you had swiped his phone, after he had fallen asleep, and turned off his usual alarm.

There was the possibility that since you were so used to waking up this early, he would be too. So you had to hope and pray that his extra hours would leave him too tired to rouse without an alert.

Early in the morning, with dawn only about an hour away, quietly your eyes fluttered open. Greeted by the soft cooing of a mourning thrush, and the consistent, calming breathing of one sleeping boyfriend.

He was asleep. How lucky. You didn’t waste time being careful when moving. Because of the demanding hours from his construction job, he’d become quite the deep sleeper.

You situated yourself so you were sitting up on your knees. Placing loving, lingering, kisses on Warren’s forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his lips.

You hated that you couldn’t wake him up to enjoy this quiet moment with him. He’d be sedated for a short moment, then come to his senses and be out the door before you could blink.

Trailing your lips down to his neck, his chest, the defined, muscled lines of his stomach, and finally stopping when reaching his pelvis.

Carefully, you pulled, and glided his shorts down his legs, throwing them on the floor once fully removed.

Leaning down, you placed one last kiss on the tip of his softened member. Before wrapping your hand around it and squeezing softly in random intervals. Warrens eyebrow twitched, but other than that slight betrayal and the rise and fall of his chest, the rest of his body remained still.

After a bit of gentle fondling, you leaned down and wrapped your lips around his tip. It didn’t take long, after a few moments of you sucking he stood at full attention.

You smiled nostalgically at his cock, remembering when you first laid eyes on it after you and Warren had decided to begin the intimate part of your relationship.

His massive size, which was once daunting and intimidating, now served as excitement and a reminder of past pleasures.

Hollowing out your cheeks in preparation, you took him into your mouth again. Thrusting your head back and forth in a steady rhythm, glancing up at Warren to see his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted as he breathed deeply.

You closed your eyes to focus on trying to take more of him into your throat. Concentrated on not gagging every time he hit the back of your mouth. If musk had a taste, it tasted like Warrens cock, and you absolutely loved it.

It was quiet. But you heard it. Your name was said.

You snapped your eyes open, making contact with Warrens. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. His brows were lowered in confusion, but his face soon held a small smile, seeing and feeling you slowly stroking his dick after removing your mouth.

“Good morning.” You whispered innocently.

“A (good morning) to you too, pretty girl. (Couldn’t) wait for me to (wake) up, huh?” Warren sucked in a breath as your thumb swiped over his tip.

You shook your head before leaning down and deep-throating him once again. You loved everything about how Warren was when getting a blowjob. He’d omit more words, his breathing becomes ragged, his fingers gently card through your hair, the threat of face-fucking you never far behind.

“Fuck—“ Warren hissed, his head thrown back and his hips thrusting upwards to meet your mouth.

Your nose now hitting his pelvis every time, you moaned, sending a pleasure-filled vibration down the length of Warrens cock. Warren groaned, followed by heavy breathing and the stillness of his body. His hands held your head down on his cock. You let him. You knew he loved it when you swallowed.

A few seconds later he released you, and you happily collapsed on top of him. His arm wrapped around your torso while the other smoothed itself out on the back of your neck, smushing your face into his chest. Warren silently pressed kisses to the curve of your neck and shoulder.

Unfortunately as you predicted earlier, you only enjoyed a few moments of peace before his post orgasmic bliss dissipated.

Warren reached to the nightstand for his phone. After checking the time he shot upwards into a sitting position so you were now in his lap. He spoke your name rigidly, and you curled into him, trying desperately to turn invisible.

“Do you (know) what time it is? Why didn’t you wake me up? The boss is (gonna kill) me—“

“Warren.” You gripped tightly onto his arms to stop him from jumping off the bed to rush to get dressed. “I didn’t wake you up on purpose. You needed a break.”

“We need money. How (can we) afford anything if I don’t go to work?? I might get my (hourly pay cut) for this—“

“You work every single day! No one even sees when you leave in the morning, and by the time you come home at god knows what time at night you’re too damn tired to eat or shower or even speak!” You breathed, realizing you’d yelled. You inhaled and started again calmly.

“Sally, Max, and Derek are worried about you. Like What and So Funny miss you. I miss you. You aren’t the only one with a job and we’re doing just fine. So please relax. You need a break, baby. You’re gonna kill yourself with all these hours.”

Warren opened his mouth like he was going to argue more. But eventually closed it, and leaned to rest his head on your shoulder.

“(I’m sorry).” He didn’t say it. But for some reason you heard. You knew exactly what he meant. Like a barely audible whisper that was meant only for one persons ears.

You kissed the bridge of his nose. And he returned it just as gently. Warren then maneuvered you so that you lay beneath him. Glancing down you figured out exactly what he was planning to do.

“You don’t have to. This was supposed to be for you.” You whispered, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. He kissed the palm of your hand before leaning down and pressing his nose right into your core over your panties, making you twitch.

“How else am I (supposed to) thank you?”

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bellesowl · 3 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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The Edge in Revenge

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, degradation, female oral receiving, sexual edging, and underage drinking mentioned (NO SEASON 2 SPOILERS, I just started watching season one but I needed to get this out of my head)

Pairings: JJ Maybanks x fem!reader

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JJ really shouldn’t have been the one to underestimate what you were capable of doing in the name of revenge. He’d been fucking with you all day. It had started that morning, you were alone in his kitchen as the other Pogue’s were still asleep. He had you pinned up against the wall lightly sucking on the side of your neck. As he trailed down to your collarbone he suddenly pulled away. You furrowed your brows at him but he just winked and smirked before he walked away; leaving you wet and confused.

Then later after lunch he managed to get you alone before you and the other pogue’s went out on the water. You were still inside grabbing the cooler, as everyone else was already on the boat. He snuck up behind you unbeknownst to you. You felt his hot breath on his ear. “You need help with that princess?” he asked cockily. You felt his warm cock press against the back of your ass, and his hand was at the small of your back.

“Oh definitely,” you responded eagerly. You turned to him as he easily pulled you in with one arm around your back, and the other at the back of your neck. Your lips interlocked, and you hungrily kissed him back, almost begging for more. But just as the time before, he quickly pulled back. Grabbing the cooler from behind you and heading out the door. With a ‘thanks!’ and a barely contained giggle. Oh he was a dead man, you decided right then that revenge was most definitely an order.

So you came up with the perfect scheme. If he wanted to play that game, then he would quickly learn who he was quite literally playing with.

“Ki,” you said. You quickly pulled her away from the boys. “I need a favor, I need you to get JB and Pope away from JJ.”

“Do I even want to know?” she laughed.

“It’s in the name of revenge,” you offered hopefully. She let out a long fake sigh.

“Hmm, let me think,” she took a long pause.

She cracked a smile. “I’m just kidding, you should’ve started with the revenge part.”

“Yes! Thank you,” you said, hugging her tightly.

“Come on JB, we’re gonna go help Pope with whatever he’s doing in the kitchen,” she said, pulling him along.

“What? Oh, okay,” John agreed confusedly as he awkwardly followed her.

And so then there were two. You casually flopped yourself down on JJ’s lap, who seemed slightly startled at first, but then just wrapped his arms around your waist. As much as it was a sweet gesture, you didn’t sit there to be sweet, so you needed to ruin the moment. Lightly, you rolled your hips back so you went right across his dick, and then rolled forward, making sure to move slowly but applying a small amount of your body weight as pressure. You weren’t certain he was giving you a look that could kill, but you didn’t bother looking. But what you did do was speed up a little bit until you felt his dick grow hard.

Smiling a smug grin you moved to get off of him. But his arms helds you there. He swiftly pulled you down onto his chest so your right ear was directly next to his mouth. “When we are alone next, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming,” he whispered lowly.

You adjusted your head so you could see his face. “As if you could ever have that effect on me,” you smirked.

“Care to up the stakes then? Or are you too chicken?” His eyes gleamed, and at the same time so did your’s.

“Name your price,” you said confidently.

“If I can get you to beg, then you owe me a six pack of beers.”

“That’s it?” you asked, surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, “Fine, a six pack of beers, and you have to go skinny dipping with me next Friday night.”

“But I have to work next Friday,” you suddenly remembered.

“What? Not feelin so cocky now princess? Afraid you’ll lose?” he taunted.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Of course not. So what do I get if I can make you beg?” You poked him in the chest for emphasis.

“Alright, if you win, then you get me as your personal boat driver, or person who gets you things, or whatever,” he offered.

“You sure that’s quite a high bargain JJ?” you now taunted back.

“Yeah, I’m not worried,” he replied cockily. He offered you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Prepare to be my personal maid,” you said.

“You better prepare to beg,” he countered.

You moved off of him just as your friends came out of the kitchen. “You guys wanna come with, we’re going for a night swim?” Johnny B offered.

“Nah, we might be out later though,” JJ answered before you could.

“Suit yourselves,” Pope shrugged. Kiera sent you a wink before also heading out the door with them.

JJ and you practically booked it to his room as soon as they shut the door. You quickly grabbed a condom from his drawer where you knew them to be by memory. You turned to throw him the condom to see that he was already on his bed with his shirt off. Every piece of your body was drawn to his chest and the way his back muscles looked in the low light, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So you deflected.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented.

“I-” JJ started to defend himself but the comment got stuck in his throat as he watched your movements. You began slipping your shirt off to reveal a black bra that was sheer, and lacy around the straps and underwire area. It pushed your boobs up nicely and accentuated your cleavage perfectly. JJ was a mess.

“This is so not fair,” he groaned, his jaw practically on the floor.

You knew the effect the lingerie would have on him, which is exactly why you picked it. “What? You too chicken J?” you said, using his taunt from earlier.

Your words made him recover quickly. “No, of course not,” he scoffed.

“That's what I thought you’d say,” you smirked. Now you let your jean shorts fall to the floor, so you were able to show your black thong, which was not as fancy looking, but you knew it would practically make JJ lose it.

You were right, he looked like you had placed him under a spell. When he finally snapped out of it, he pointed next to him. “Bed princess. Now.”

He was almost making this too easy. “I don’t know about that. How about please?”

JJ nearly opened his mouth, but quickly caught himself before he could say anything. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” he smirked. He moved off the bed, to grab you. You tried to avoid his hands, but there wasn’t much room to run around, so he easily caught you. He threw you onto his bed, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Before you could even think about running off again, he jumped on the bed, flipped you onto your back, and pinned you. His knees were on your hands, effectively keeping you from touching him.

“Are you going to be a good slut and scream for me?” he asked. His face a few inches from yours.

“Not a chance J,” you smiled.

“Have it your way then, but either way, you’ll still be moaning my name.” His arms lowered so he could dip down to kiss a couple inches above your collarbone. His knees still held your hands in place. He sucked hard against your skin, making sure to leave marks.

“Wait, no marks JJ,” you told him.

“Should’ve told me that sooner now everyone’s gonna know that you lost a bet,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

JJ didn’t have a comment on that, but went back to work leaving you many bruises that you would have to cover the next morning. Oh how you wished your hands could be in his hair at the moment. He made an agonizingly slow trail down to your bra, before removing it and throwing it onto the floor of his room. He then started sucking on one of your breasts letting his lower lip just gently brush against your nipple everytime he sucked above it. He had found out about the spot driving you crazy the first time you had sex, and now you were strongly wishing you had never told him.

You had your mouth clenched rather tightly so that no moans would escape your lips. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend noticed that.

“Come on y/n, just let it out. You know that no one can make you cum like I do,” he taunted.

Luckily, his temporary break gave you a chance to get control of yourself again. “Fuck off,” you retorted.

“Yeah, that was kinda the plan.” He grinned devilishly.

He must’ve realized that he was not going to get you to break by doing that, and instead moved farther down to pull your panties off.

His head ducked down to your pussy, but he made eye contact just as he did so. “You still feeling cocky?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Alright, then let’s see how long that lasts since you’re such a slut for me,” he said with a wink before ducking his head fully down. He sucked another hickey on the inside of your thigh, and he slowly started licking towards your pussy. You could practically feel his tongue against your clit, but he was taking his sweet time.

“Stop teasing,” you finally groaned out.

“Is that begging I hear?” he questioned.

“No, I’m telling,” you said matter of factly.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a chuckle.

His tongue slowly started lapping across your folds, occasionally flicking along your clit. Oh god you were in heaven, but simultaneously in hell because you couldn’t make a peep. His tongue once again licked across your spot, and you had to slap your hands over your mouth to keep a moan from escaping your lips. You could feel the smirk on his lips, but you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.

A few whimpers nearly came out of your body, and your hands were nearly shaking from trying to hold it in. But all of a sudden you realized that letting it out may be to your advantage, hearing your noises of pleasure, always had quite the effect on him.

So you did. Every moan, and whimper you let him hear. He thought that he was getting to you, which truthfully he was, but the game was far from over.

“You’re eating me out so good,” you moaned.

Your plan was already working; you noticed that he started to pick up the pace.

“Oh god JJ!” you screamed as he licked over a good spot on your pussy.

He continued licking in that exact spot which almost made you want to give up the bet right then in there. You felt shivers go through your spine as your core started to heat up but you were too stubborn to lose yet.

“No one fucks me like you do,” you moaned, knowing damn well the effect it would have on him.

Your plan seemed to have worked as he quickly took off his shorts, put on the condom, and just as his cock was about to enter you, you stopped him.

“Beg,” you insisted.

“Y/n fucking pl-” You had nearly had him, but he managed to stop himself before the words tumbled out.

You smirked, as he finally realized what you were doing. He however was now hell bent on making you lose. JJ climbed back on top of you with new vigor. “You’re smart, which is exactly why breaking you will be so much more fun,” he taunted. His head went back down again.

Your hands entangled in his hair as he went back to licking every single nook and cranny that he could find. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he once again licked your even more sensitive clit. You could feel the tension burning in your core, and a tingling sensation starting to spread all over. You started to buck your hips from the stimulation, and JJ was quick to force you back down. As his flicking became more rapid, you felt your body start to tense up.

“JJ I’m gonna-” you had started, but suddenly he had stopped.

“Beg,” he told you. And as much as you wanted to give in you were determined to knock the cocky grin off his face.

You sat up on your elbows. “Make me.”

JJ looked delighted by your answer. “That’s fine I got all night.”

“Inside me JJ,” you told him. You knew he wanted to make you beg for that as well, but you knew that he wanted to be inside you more.

He thrusted his cock into you and you did your best not to slide backwards from him pushing into you. “Oh my god you’re so wet for me, you really have been waiting.”

After he had checked on you he began slowly thrusting into you, going deep into you. “Oh shit,” he moaned. He would have to explain a lot of scratches across his back tomorrow but quite frankly you didn’t care.

“JJ!” you half moaned, half screamed as he went down again.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me aren’t you?” he taunted you.

You wanted to have some sort of retort but all that came out of your mouth was another moan, which just egged him on more.

“Come on, I know you’re tempted.”

Truthfully, you were extremely tempted, but you could surely outlast him right? But then you had an idea, he couldn’t stop it if he didn’t know what was coming. So as you felt your body starting to be strung out again you did you best to keep your breathing the same, and to not move around as much. But just as you felt the tension building he stopped.

“JJ?” you groaned in confusion.

“You seriously don’t think I don’t know when you’re going to have an orgasm?” he laughed. He pushed his hair out of his face and grinned down at you.

“Y/n you might as well just give up now, and spare yourself,” he suggested.

Collecting what small amount of strength you had left you said “Not a chance.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he smirked.

The warning was evidently very necessary, your whole body was starting to feel ten times more sensitive than it usually did. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasant goosebumps through your body. Your legs were shaking, and your voice was admittedly starting to go away. Your body felt like it was screaming that it wanted to orgasm. He started to slow down, but you were so close. You attempted to buck your hips into his to get the feeling back but he held you down. With a satisfactory grin on his face, that you needed it so bad.

“You’re not getting an orgasm unless you beg and we both know that I could fuck you for hours,” he taunted.

“Fine, fine, fine, please, please, please let me cum J, please. I am begging you,” you whined.

“That’s all you had to say princess,” he smirked. Finally his pace picked back up, to a more rapid one.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you moaned to him. There was no point keeping it in now. Your hips bucked in rhythm with his, as he moved in and out. But his rhythm slowed down as what you recognized as his climax.

“Oh god,” you heard him say as it finally hit him. His moans of pleasure only sped up your’s. “Fuck,” he moaned on top of you. But he managed to push himself back up to go down into you a couple more times for you to reach your climax.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire with tingles. The feeling spread from your stomach to your breasts to throughout your whole body. Your legs began to shake and you couldn't form words anymore. The only coherent thought you could form was how good you felt. Even after you had reached your climax, you had a sense of euphoria that you just couldn’t shake.

Eventually, you felt JJ start to move out of you, and you both whimpered slightly from how sensitive you were. You saw him take the condom off and throw it away. You lay in bed, still breathing heavily.

“Give me your hand, we’re going to the bathroom,” he said sweetly, but insistently. You groaned but you didn’t protest.

After you had used the toilet, you both flopped back down in his bed. It was quiet for a couple minutes before JJ spoke up.

“You know I’m really excited to see what beers you get me,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm.

He lightly smacked you back. “Oh and don’t forget to call off for Friday tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“I hate you,” you said as you rolled over.

“I love you,” he said sweetly, as he wrapped his arms around your midsection.

He always had a way of making you happy. “Love you too J,”

“Goodnight princess,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

“Goodnight JJ.” And you quickly fell fast asleep in his arms.

Needless to say, the other pogue’s weren’t worried that you never came outside. They knew where they would find the two of you the next morning.

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