#I didn’t wanna take it when she handed it over

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do you wanna come over? - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Summary:

You’re one of the most beautiful and popular girls in Hawkins, and you’ve set your sights on Eddie Munson. Little do you know, he’s a virgin - and also pretty in love with you.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), protected p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating sort of, restraints, virgin!eddie, perv!eddie, drug use, getting walked in on

Word Count: 9.7k

A/N:

This is set up for a part 2, so let me know if you’d like to see that soon! Thank you @punkrockmlchael for my banner and for reading, and thank you @the-witty-pen-name , @fizzing-imagines , @losingmygrasponreality, @lesservillain!

Eddie Munson was your weed dealer and nothing more.

Well, occasionally shrooms. Or Special K. Basically, he was your dealer with no strings attached.

You weren’t even sure if you liked the guy. You didn’t know him. He was very…vocal from what you saw of him in the cafeteria, but he always came along with his small group of nerdy friends. You never saw him with a girl. Not once.

There was no way Eddie Munson was a virgin, right? The dude had done his senior year 3 times now, he was like 20 years old. You figured the girls at school probably just weren’t his taste anymore.

Why Eddie was on your mind so much lately was honestly beyond you. You had never thought of him much before, unless you needed some drugs for the weekend. But now it was like he was always on your mind. You even brought it up to your best friend, Chrissy, after practice.

“There’s just no way he’s a virgin, right?” You asked her as you moved into a split, feeling the muscles in your thighs stretching.

Chrissy giggled as she did the same. “Why are you so interested in Eddie Munson’s sex life all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” you said quickly. “It just…doesn’t make sense. Have you ever seen him with a girl?”

“Of course not,” Chrissy said. “But who knows what he gets up to outside of school.”

Her words stuck with you. Because you wanted to know what Eddie got up to outside of school.

You found yourself fantasizing about it, dreaming about it. When Eddie first started making his appearances in your dreams, it shocked you. You had never been attracted to him until that night. You dreamt of him shirtless, tattoos exposed on his lithe body. He rolled a joint with his dexterous fingers and lit it, taking a long drag before handing it to you.

“Your turn, princess,” he’d said in a lower, much more suave voice than you’d ever actually heard from him. You grabbed for the joint but he held it out of your reach, bringing it back to his own lips and breathing deeply before leaning in and breathing the smoke out into your mouth. You had moaned against his lips, feeling his smirk against your own mouth.

He looked like a sex god. Sometimes he would grab his guitar and play you a song. Sometimes he would undress you and eat your pussy all night, other times he would make you worship his cock until he was satisfied and cumming all over your face. You especially liked it when he held you down and fucked you like your body begged to be fucked.

Then you’d wake up in a cold sweat, clit throbbing between your legs in a way that had you desperate to go back to sleep and let him finish you off. You’d have to face him at school again, just the usual nerdy guy you remembered.

You figured you had to make a move.

You approached him during lunch, short little green and yellow cheer skirt swaying as you crossed the room towards him. You caught his attention about halfway across the room and he did a double take, wide eyes landing on you as his friends turned to see what had distracted him.

“Hey, Eddie,” you greeted, a small smile on your lips.

“Uh, h-hey,” he said, smoothing a hand through his wild hair. It didn’t do much to tame the curls. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping maybe we could meet up after school?” You asked, your voice obviously flirtatious. One of his friends - Gareth? - raised his eyebrows at him, looking between the two of you with a barely contained smirk.

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” he said. “The usual? In the woods behind the school?”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. “See you later…Eddie.”

You made a point to sway your hips as you walked away, and you could feel Eddie’s and his friends’ eyes on you. Your ass, specifically. You knew what you had been blessed with, and you weren’t afraid to use it.

That day after school, you snuck off and headed down the familiar path through the wooded area. The leaves crunched beneath your white sneakers as you walked, the October chill making you pull your sweater tighter around your body. No one was at the meetup spot when you arrived, so you sat on top of the table, legs crossed as you waited.

It wasn’t long before the crunching of leaves gave away another presence. Eddie approached the table, eyes locked on your form. God, those legs in that little skirt. He thought about what it might be like to spread them, to breathe in your scent and bury his face between your thighs. He had frequent fantasies of stealing a pair of your panties during practice and bringing them home, bringing them up to his face and breathing deeply, wrapping them around his cock as he fisted it, spilling his cum all over the pretty material. He had no idea what your panties actually looked like, but surely they were as perfect as you.

He carried his metal lunchbox, stocked with weed. His gait was slow as he got closer to you, taking his sweet time to drink in your appearance until he’d had his fill. When he reached the table, he sat the lunch pail down on the wood with a bang.

“What can I get you today, m’lady?” He asked, a playful smile on his face as he performed an exaggerated bow. “A half for 20, perhaps?”

“I’ll take a half,” you said. “And..do you have any more of that Special K?

Eddie slowly looked up at you with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, back at the house. I’ll have to get it. I could bring it tomorrow.”

You shifted from your position, crossing the other leg, and Eddie just about combusted on the spot as he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties. Pink and lacy, exactly what he pictured you’d wear. It completely threw him off.

“Hello? Eddie?”

Your voice snapped Eddie back to reality. “Shit, sorry. What?”

“I said you could bring it tomorrow.” You smiled. “Or I could ride with you to get it then. I just can’t tonight because of practice…”

Eddie swallowed. You really wanted to ride with him back to his place? Alone? “Uh, okay, sure.”

You debated making your next move, wondering if it would be too far, but you went for it anyway. “So, Eddie…I was just wondering. Do you ever take any payment that’s not…money?”

Eddie furrowed his brows. “Like what? Sometimes my car guy does work for me in exchange for weed, but…” The look on your face told him that’s not what you’d been talking about. “Oh, jesus, no. You don’t have to do that. If you need me to spot you, I can-“

“But what if I want to?”

Eddie just stared at you. “You want to…?”

“Oh my god, Eddie.” You spread your legs, reaching for his waist and pulling him into you. Your hand dragged across his cock over his jeans, feeling him already hard and even bigger than you’d imagined. “Why don’t you just let me make you feel good?”

Eddie’s knees felt weak, his heart thundering in his chest as you pulled him close to you. This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d had this exact dream before. His hands rested on your thighs to hold himself upright - god, your soft, bare thighs… He started to speak, stopping to clear his throat. “You really don’t have to do this-“

You squeezed his cock through the material, making him moan out loudly. “Does this show you how badly I want to do this?”

His voice cracked when he spoke. “I- yeah, I think I get the idea.” He looked around, like he was expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and literally catch him with his pants down. “You’re- you’re fucking with me, right? This is all just a big joke?”

“Eddie, I would never do that,” you said earnestly. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him. “Have you really never done this before?”

“I-“ Eddie backed up, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “No, I haven’t, okay? I’m not like that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with-“

“No, I know,” he said quickly. “I just…I haven’t.”

“Why not?” you asked again. “Are you into girls? Because it’s okay if you’re not-“

“Yes, I’m into girls!” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face, like he was frustrated. “I haven’t…done things like that before.”

“You haven’t done things like this, or you haven’t done things at all?”

Eddie was quiet. Then, finally- “At all.”

You reached for him, your hand grazing his. He startled at the touch, the electricity that shot through his body at the smallest feeling. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin, Eddie. I just want to make you feel good.”

He looked back at you, letting you pull him close again. “Why?”

“I’ve been…thinking about you,” you admitted.

“Thinking about me?”

“Stop being so coy,” you teased him. “Do you not know how hot you are?”

Eddie shook his head. “No one thinks that.”

“I do.” You said it easily, quickly. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Thinking about all the things I want to do to you…all the things I want you to do to me…”

“Yeah?” He said, his voice low and breathless. “Like what?”

“Just thinkin’ about you, and what those long fingers can do,” you said, fingers trailing along his own. “About your mouth, your tongue.” You ran your hands down his chest. “About how big your cock is, how you’d use it…”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat. He could barely breathe when you talked like that. “You…you think those things about me?”

“Of course I do.” You brought his fingers up to your lips, gently pressing them there as you smirked up at him. Your tongue darted out and licked his fingertips and he groaned just under his breath. “I think about you all the time.”

“Why have you never, uh,” he cleared his throat again. “Never said anything before?”

You shrugged, continuing to tease the older boy. “Guess I just got the nerve up.”

Eddie scoffed. “You’re like the hottest girl in school. Why would you ever be afraid to ask someone out? Especially me?”

“You think I’m the hottest girl in school?” You smirked, placing his finger in your mouth and sucking on it. His knees buckled, his cock impossibly hard in his jeans at this point.

Your hands roamed down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. You looked up at him for permission, his heavy lidded gaze glued to yours. He nodded once, and you undid the belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down painstakingly slowly.

Eddie whimpered as you freed his cock, the massive, thick length catching you by surprise. Eddie reached for the table to hold himself up as you wrapped your fist around it, slowly stroking him.

“H-oh,” he breathed out, hips jerking forward into your touch. His tip leaked precum already, the head a deep red and cock achingly hard. He twitched in your hold, telling you he wanted, needed more.

“Why don’t you lean against the table?” You offered, sliding off and leaving the room for him to sit.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he said, moving to take your spot. He leaned against the wood, his long legs stretching to the ground. You sunk to your knees in the dirt in front of him, stroking him as you stuck your tongue out to lick his tip. He groaned again, knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the table.

You wrapped your plush lips around his cock and began taking him deeper down your throat. He cried out at the feeling, one of his hands moving to hold onto the back of your head.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, head tilting back but not wanting to miss any part of what you were doing. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s…that feels nice…”

You swirled your tongue around the vein on the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the head when you’d come up. He was a moaning, writhing mess above you as he thrusted his hips into your mouth, and you were pretty sure they would hear him up at the school if he kept this up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whined, his chest heaving. “Shit, that’s so good.”

You brought a hand up to stroke the seam of his balls, and his stomach muscles clenched, his cock twitching in your mouth. You massaged them in your hand, and Eddie fell apart above you, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna- gonna c-um, shit shit shit-“

That was all the warning you got before Eddie was shooting ropes of his cum into your mouth, down your throat, as he moaned loudly. It surprised you a little and you gagged at first, but swallowed every drop he gave you. You pulled off of him with a pop and he watched the spit trail connecting your lips to his cock.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed when you stood, dirt tracks on your neat white cheerleading socks and your bare knees. He awkwardly tucked himself back away as you brushed the dirt off your skin. “Um…thank you?”

You giggled. “No problem…Did you like it?”

“Did I-“ he huffed a laugh. “I mean, you made my dreams come true, baby. That was pretty fuckin’ awesome.”

“Yeah? Your dreams came true?” You teased as you leaned forward, rubbing his thighs over his jeans. His eyes shamelessly lingered on your body.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed.

“I liked it, too,” you hummed. “Made me sooo wet.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Just from sucking me off?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It was hot.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“What, wanna see?” Eddie just watched you so you stood, turning around and bending over while lifting your tiny skirt over your ass. The small wet spot on your panties was visible from behind you, confirmed by the low groan Eddie let out.

“Christ,” he muttered.

“I feel bad I didn’t get to make you feel good,” Eddie said when you stood and returned to the table, sliding onto it next to him.

“Next time,” you promised him.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” He raised his eyebrows, like he expected this to be a one and done thing between you.

“Well, yeah,” you gently nudged his shoulder. “I don’t really just suck dick in the forest and move on with my life.”

Eddie laughed lightly. “That’s good for me then, I guess.” He snapped his fingers as a memory came back to him. “Oh! You’re coming to my place tomorrow? For the K?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “Why, you got something planned?”

He smirked but just shrugged. “Nah. Nothing planned.”

“I’ll take the half, though.”

“Oh, yeah.” He reached into his pail and pulled the baggie out. “I’d feel bad charging you for this now, but I also feel bad not charging you for it.”

You laughed - “I mean, I won’t complain if you don’t want to charge me this time.”

“Then it’s on the house,” he smiled at you. “Thanks again, by the way.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you chuckled. “I wanted to. Believe me.” You stood from the table, shoving the baggie of weed into your bag. “I’ve got to get going…practice.”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie seemed bummed to see you go, like he wanted to ask you to stay longer or tag along to watch you at practice. “You got extra, uh…socks?”

You looked down, sheepish grin on your face at the sight of the dirt. “Yeah. I do.” You turned as you began walking back to the school. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ed!”

“Bye!” He called after you, feeling like a total idiot.

Back in the school, you shed your bag in your practice locker and changed into a clean pair of cheer socks. By the time you joined Chrissy in the gym, she was giving you a knowing smirk.

“And where were you?” She asked innocently. She definitely clocked the remaining dirt on your knees.

“Just…doing some shopping.”

“With Eddie?”

You blushed. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god,” she giggled. “…Was he a virgin?”

You gave her a look. “Not for long.”

Chrissy practically squealed with laughter, falling over backwards. As the coach came over and started practice, you focused, getting your mind centered on practice and not a certain big-dicked virgin metalhead. But as you performed your tricks, tumbling down the mat and flying as your teammates tossed you into the air, your mind was locked on big brown eyes only.

The next day, you had plans to meet Eddie after practice and go to his place. You headed into the gym in your uniform with your bag over your shoulder, ready to focus on your stunts, but you nearly tripped over your own feet when you saw Eddie sitting in the bleachers.

No one watched cheerleading practice besides a couple of the girls’ boyfriends, so it was a shock to see him there. And you knew he was there for you. He gave you a small wave as your eyes met his, and you couldn’t help laughing.

You went on with practice, performing your back handsprings and tosses as a flyer. Eddie watched the entire time, his attention fully on you. His eyes followed you everywhere you went, amazed by the stunts you were able to pull off. Every now and then he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties beneath your skirt, and that was enough for him.

After practice, you lingered until all your teammates were gone. Eddie watched you curiously, wondering what you were up to. Finally when the last of your cheer teammates had left, you nodded towards the locker room, and Eddie’s eyes widened, but he jumped up to follow you anyway.

Eddie trailed after you into the locker room, watching the sway of your hips and ass as you walked. It was deserted, all of your fellow cheerleaders having already showered and left. You stripped out of your uniform right in front of Eddie, pulling your top off and leaving yourself bare chested. Eddie’s eyes practically bugged out of his head, your bare tits on full display for his eyes. You took off your skirt and panties next, throwing them on the bench.

“Let me go take a shower, then we can go.”

Eddie watched as you turned and left towards the shower. His gaze dropped to the pile of clothes on the bench - particularly the pink panties beneath your skirt. He thought about it - really thought about it, because he’s not that much of a creep - but he snatched them, stuffing them into his jeans pocket.

A few minutes later you came back wrapped in a towel with one wrapped around your hair as well. He watched you, amazed, as you grabbed some clean clothes from your locker. You dropped the towel right in front of him and his eyes took in every inch of your body as you pulled on your underwear then a pair of jeans and a shirt.

“Ready to go?” You asked. Eddie had to shake himself out of his lustful stupor to answer your question.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You followed him out to the parking lot, duffel bag over your shoulder. He led you to his van, opening the passenger door with a bow. “Ladies first.”

You climbed in with a giggle, buckling your seatbelt as Eddie shut the door for you. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the van. You watched out the window and listened to Eddie’s heavy music as he drove to his trailer in Forest Hills.

“Welcome to my castle,” he said as he opened the front door of the trailer for you. You gave him a smile as you walked in, seeing the living room decorated with baseball caps, the kitchen littered with trash and dirty dishes. “Sorry, the maid took the week off,” Eddie said as he quickly cleaned up as much as he could. You didn’t mind.

“You can come back, if you want,” he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the bedroom at the end of the hall. “It’s a mess, but…”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured him.

You followed him into his room, taking a seat on his bed. He went searching through his stuff, finally surfacing with a baggie of powder clutched between his fingers. “Special K. Peaceful bliss, just moments away.”

You took it from him, passing him the money. You opened the baggie and collected some on your finger, bringing it to your nose to snort the powder. You held some out to Eddie, who snorted it off your finger as well.

A comfortable peace washed over your body quickly. You were feeling good as you laid back on the bed, the euphoria washing over you. Eddie laid on the bed next to you.

“This is some good shit,” you laughed. Eddie laughed, too, turning to you.

“You’re so hot, you know that?” He said, voice lowering as he looked over your body in his bed. “You are so fucking hot.”

You giggled. “You’re hot, too.”

“That’s not true,” he said, suddenly shy. “No one thinks that.”

“I do,” you said, your hand resting on the side of his face. “I think you’re so hot. And kind, and handsome, and funny and interesting.”

Eddie leaned closer to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, and he was so close now his nose was brushing yours.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he told you as his lips moved closer and closer to yours. “My little slut. You liked sucking my cock out in the woods behind the school, didn’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed against him, his lips now grazing yours, pressing together in a needy kiss. “Loved sucking your cock. So fucking big, so sexy.”

Eddie moaned as he kissed you, his hand roaming your body, up your shirt and over your breasts. “Can I taste you, princess?”

“Hmm?” You hummed the question, mind hazy from his kisses.

“Can I taste you?” He asked again, lips moving down to nip at your neck. “Wanna taste that pussy, princess. I know it’s so good, so fucking sweet and wet. Please let me have a taste.”

“Okay,” you agreed as his kisses trailed lower, his lips moving down over your breasts and stomach, to your thighs. He settled himself between your legs, kissing all over your thighs and over your core through your light purple panties. He could see the wet spot on them, it made his mouth water with his desire to taste you.

He slid your panties down your legs, your pussy finally revealed to him. It was everything he imagined, so fucking hot, and bare all for him. He dove in, tongue sliding through your folds to taste you. You moaned, hand gripping into his wild hair as he devoured you.

Eddie didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he was eager and excited and that made it even better. He teased your clit with his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. Then he moved lower, tongue teasing your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.

You moaned, hips bucking up against Eddie’s mouth. “Feels so good,” you moaned, hands trailing over your nipples as Eddie ate your pussy like a man starved.

He started grinding his hips against the bed as he ate you, searching for friction against his hard cock. He rutted frantically against the bed, tongue buried in you as his cock throbbed in his pants, moaning into you as he neared release himself. All from the thought of what he was doing to you, the reality of having his face buried in your cunt, his rock hard dick rubbing against the comforter.

“Eddie, I’m g’na cum,” you moaned desperately as Eddie worked his tongue over your core even more, fingers pulling at his brown locks.

“Cum for me baby, please,” he begged, fully losing himself between your legs, tongue working against your pussy somehow expertly as your release neared.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Eddie! Oh god, Eddie!” You cried out as you came, hips bucking against his mouth as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. He kept thrusting against the bed, but hearing you moan his name as you pulled his hair and grinded against his mouth set him off and then he was moaning, cumming in his jeans as you came down beneath his tongue.

He let you ride out your orgasm and then he pulled back, cheeks bright red and a wet spot on his jeans from where he came.

“Did you…?” You asked, looking down at his lap.

“Uh…yeah,” he said shyly, knowing there was no getting out of this with a lie.

You giggled, but there was no judgement behind it. “That’s pretty hot, honestly,”

“It is?” He asked, still blushing furiously. “I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Couldn’t help yourself?” You trailed a finger down his shoulder, over his chest. He shuddered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I just…can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

It was flattering. You loved that he was so weak for you. It made you feel powerful. “You’re so sexy, Eddie.”

He trembled beneath your touch.

That night, when Eddie was alone, he pulled your panties from his pocket. He wasn’t sure if you hadn’t noticed him take them, or if you just hadn’t cared. But he had them, and now he was bringing them up to his nose, breathing in your scent with a groan. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out, wrapping the panties around his shaft.

He thought of you. He thought about you wearing these panties during cheerleading practice, the way you’d do your jumps and spread your legs for anyone to see. The way you looked him in the eye just before you did your splits, like you wanted him watching specifically.

He began stroking his cock with the panties wrapped around his length, thinking of you. He thought about eating your pussy, the way you had come undone beneath his tongue. The way you had tasted.

He moaned your name, imagining you were in the room with him now. Imagining you were here riding his cock, tits bouncing as you bounced on him, taking every inch of his dick. Eddie stroked his cock faster, his release approaching faster and faster.

He came to the thought of his cock disappearing into your tight little pussy, the thought of finally fucking you. The way you’d be so desperate for it, legs spread wide as he sunk into your cunt, tits bouncing when he snapped his hips into you. It was enough to send ropes of cum shooting over his fist and all over the panties and his thighs and stomach.

Eddie was down bad for you.

It was a couple of days later when you approached Eddie at school again. His face lit up when he saw you, frantically making room at the lunch table and pushing Gareth out of the way.

“What the fuck?” Gareth asked as Eddie shoved him to the side, but his eyes went wide in understanding when he saw you approaching.

“Hey, Eds,” you greeted him, hand sliding around his shoulders in a way that gave him goosebumps. He looked up at you adoringly, big brown eyes full of something like love.

“Hey,” he greeted you back. “What’s up?”

You leaned over so you were closer to him, leaning over the table with your cleavage in your uniform top right in front of his face. “Do you have any shrooms?”

“S-shrooms?” Eddie asked like he’d never heard the word, too distracted by what was in front of him. “Oh, yeah. I do. At the house.”

“Could I ride with you after school to get them…?”

Eddie swallowed, completely lost in a trance, forgetting about his friends at the table watching this whole interaction. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Cool,” you smiled. “I’ll see you after school then?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie’s gaze was locked on you as you walked away, that little cheer skirt so short he could just barely catch a glimpse of-

“Munson!”

Eddie snapped out of his you trance to rejoin reality and his friends trying to catch his attention. “What?”

“What the hell is that all about?” Gareth asked. “She’s been talking to you a lot lately.”

Eddie blushed, looking down at his tray of food. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Jeff said. “Cheerleaders don’t just talk to us.”

“She just wants to buy some stuff. That’s all.”

The guys exchanged a look. “Soooo,” Gareth drew out the word, “are you gonna tell us who gave you all those hickies?”

Eddie froze, suddenly self conscious. He didn’t even realize they’d been noticeable. He pulled his leather jacket higher around his neck.

“Oh, come on, you can’t pretend we didn’t already see them,” Grant laughed. “Just tell us!”

Eddie looked around. “Okay, yes, it was her. But shut up! Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

The guys all buzzed with excitement, talking over each other as they leaned in closer to Eddie. “How the hell did that happen? What did you guys do? Tell us everything.”

Eddie shook his head. “Uh uh. No way. I’m not going to kiss and tell.”

“When I kissed Carla, you made me tell you everything!” Gareth protested. “Don’t be lame.”

“You kissed Carla Peters for 30 seconds in 7th grade,” Eddie reminded him. “I think we’re dealing with a difference in maturity level here.”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered. “I would tell you if I lost my virginity. It’s a momentous occasion.”

“I didn’t lose my virginity,” Eddie whispered. “…Yet.”

After school, Eddie watched your cheer practice again. The other girls took notice this time, giving you strange looks. You heard them whispering - “What is that Freak doing here? What a creep.” You felt kind of bad for subjecting him to the gossip of your teammates, but they all shut up when you left with your arm linked in his.

He led you to his van, opening the door for you once again. This time on the ride to his house you chatted, giggling at the jokes Eddie would make. He tried to give you a crash course on D&D, but it was all going over your head.

At the house he held the door open for you, and you slipped inside, taking a seat on his couch. “Um…I know I have those shrooms somewhere…give me a sec.”

You looked all around the living room as Eddie took off to his bedroom, searching through drawers and cabinets. You examined the wall of hats, all the different places they came from and things they represented. By the time Eddie came back with the baggie in his hand, you had just looked at the last one.

“Got ‘em,” Eddie said, handing you the bag. You slipped it into your purse. “Uh…do you want to stay and hang out?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, watching as he sat down on the couch. You slowly walked over next to him, his eyes on the way your legs moved beneath your skirt. He sure was weak for the uniform, you noticed.

You stood in front of him, looking down at his nervous form. He looked up at you with wide eyes, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands as you stood over him.

You trailed your hands down his arms, reaching his hands and placing them on your hips. He gulped, like he was in shock. But his grip tightened on your hips, feeling the material of your cheer skirt under his hands, wanting to push it up and-

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Eddie accidentally let out a low groan, betraying just how far gone he was for you already. You could feel how hard he was, the bulge through his jeans pressing up against your core. You wanted him, so wet your panties were soaked. You needed him.

“Eddie,” you whined, moving your hips against him. He groaned again, grip tightening even more.

“You look so fucking hot,” Eddie said through a clenched jaw, like he was trying to hold himself together. “You’re…a fucking dream, Jesus Christ-“

You leaned in to kiss at his neck, biting gently and making Eddie groan again. His hands were holding onto you as tight as possible, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You can touch me,” you said, wanting him to. You wanted to feel his hands all over, wanted to feel him. Every part of him.

He let go of his death grip on your hips and slowly roamed down your thighs as you continued kissing his neck, feeling the bare skin of your legs. He remembered what it was like to taste you, and the thought only made him harder in his jeans. He wanted to do it again and again.

Next his hands moved up, slowly feeling your sides until he reached your tits. They filled his hands perfectly, making him moan as he massaged them. He was desperate to get his mouth on them, to wrap his lips around your nipples, to suck on them.

He reached down and pulled your cheer top up until he was dropping it on his living room floor. He fumbled with your bra clasp for a while before he was able to remove that, too. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your naked tits, mouth watering. He dove in, wrapping his lips around your nipple and making you gasp.

“Eddie,” you moaned, pleasantly surprised at his boldness. He was learning fast.

“So fucking sexy,” he moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, the sensation sending chills through your body. “Can’t believe you’re on my lap right now. Pretty little princess has a thing for the Freak, huh?”

You giggled lightly, eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of Eddie’s mouth. “When the Freak is this hot…”

Eddie chuckled. His hands gripped your ass as he switched to the other breast. He guided your hips to grind against him, as if it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was. He’d never been this hard in his life.

You tugged on his shirt and he got the hint, leaning forward to pull it off. Your hands roamed his tattooed chest, feeling the muscles of his chest, the soft skin of his stomach.

“Do you want to take me to your room?” you asked him, your voice a mere whisper against his lips.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie said, then you were squealing as he stood, lifting you up. He stumbled a little and you laughed, but he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, leaving the discarded clothes on the living room floor.

He carefully dropped you down onto his messy bed, landing with a giggle. He kicked his shoes off and quickly undid his belt. You watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his legs. You could really see the size of his erection with nothing but his boxers on, and it was just as impressive as you remembered.

Next he slid your shoes off, leaving the white cheer socks in place. He slowly climbed up your body, pulling your skirt and panties down your legs. With you now fully naked, he looked at you wide eyed. “God, I can’t believe I’m about to fuck you.”

“Can’t believe you’re about to fuck me, or can’t believe you’re about to lose your virginity?” you teased with a laugh.

“Both,” Eddie smiled. He placed kisses all over your skin, his tongue darting out to taste every now and then. You were like a drug - he was utterly addicted to you already.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him as he reached your lips again, kissing along your jaw and cheek before pressing his lips to yours.

“Uh, I do, actually,” he said sheepishly. “Gareth bought them for me as a joke. Now I guess joke’s on him, because they’re getting used well before he gets to touch a girl.”

You laughed at that - “Well, works out for us, I guess.”

Eddie reached over into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling the unopened box out. He felt a sense of pride as he opened it, pulling out one of the foil packets. This was really happening. He had a pretty girl naked in his bed. Finally.

You pushed his boxers down as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his cock just like he’d learned in health class. He was grateful Gareth got the biggest size as part of the joke - but it fit perfectly. Ha.

Eddie leaned over you with one arm by your head and the other between your bodies, pumping his cock a couple times as he lined it up at your entrance. He took a deep breath he hoped you didn’t notice, then he started pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, fingers gripping his bedsheets.

“Jesus, Ed,” you breathed, his cock nearly taking your breath away already.

“What?” he asked, stopping his movements. “Are you okay? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no,” you assured him. “You’re just fucking huge. But keep going, please.”

His ego properly stroked, he began sinking further into you. He was barely holding it together, a whimper involuntarily escaping from his lips. You were so unbelievably tight, hot, and wet…it felt better than his fist had on his best nights, and watching your face contorting in pleasure every inch he sunk into you was unreal. He had to shut his eyes to keep from cumming right that second.

He bottomed out, and you had never felt so full in your life. None of the guys you’d been with had been this big. Eddie reached down and spread your legs wide, holding them open as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. He fucked into you quickly, filling you completely with every thrust.

“God, you- you’re so flexible, fuck-“

His pleasure-drunk rambling would have made you laugh if he wasn’t currently splitting you wide open with his cock, and looking unbelievably sexy while doing it. He threw his head back, long hair flying backwards. You raked your nails down his chest, making him moan loudly.

“Feels so good, Eddie, fuck, even better than my dreams-“

“You dream about me?” Eddie huffed a breathless laugh. “Fuck, princess, I dream about you too.”

You smiled and opened your mouth to speak just before a particularly hard thrust hit your bundle of nerves perfectly, making your back arch off his bed and the words on your tongue turn into a loud, high moan.

Fuck, the noises you were making were better than any porn he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how he was still going, he’d felt right on the edge since he got inside of you.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible, holy shit-“

Eddie’s hips stuttered into you, his rhythm faltering. He adjusted you into a mating press, fucking you wildly as the most pathetic yet sexy moans left his lips.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” you moaned, gripping onto his arms tightly. They were firmer and bigger than you expected, and you could feel his muscles contracting as he put all his effort into fucking you.

“I’m getting real close, baby,” he said, his voice strained. His arms were starting to tremble, his thrusts more frantic and needy. “But I need you to come first.”

You reached down between your sweaty bodies and rubbed circles on your clit, your body writhing beneath him. Eddie let out another pathetic moan at the sight, his rhythm faltering once again, his thrusts getting harder yet slower, hips snapping into you aggressively.

“Ohmygod, Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Yes yes yes, keep fucking me just like that-“

Your orgasm washed over you in a wave, hips grinding up against Eddie’s thrusts as you continued rubbing your clit. Your other hand pinched at your nipples, and the show sent Eddie reeling.

“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m…I-I love you! Shit-” Eddie cried out as he came, his eyes squeezing shut as his cum shot into you, filling you up with his spend. He held onto you tightly as he came, it felt endless, like he could cum forever. His body was trembling, hands shaking from their grip on your legs.

Your mouth dropped open in shock at his words, but Eddie didn’t process it until he came down from his high, breathing heavily on top of you.

“Oh, shit-“ Eddie said, sitting up and looking at you with a horrified expression. “I did not mean to say that, I don’t-“

You just stared at him, and then you burst out laughing. Eddie blushed a deep red as you laughed, but eventually he joined in. The two of you giggled together, you leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Eds. I’m not upset.” You held his hand, intertwining your fingers. “It’s a little early for that, but I like the sentiment.”

Eddie laughed. “I don’t know why I said that. It just came out.”

“The sex was that good?” you teased.

“Oh yeah.”

The next day at school, you stuck close by Eddie. You had decided to try dating, and you were unbelievably happy. You walked hand in hand, drawing the attention of absolutely every Hawkins High student. Chrissy’s jaw dropped when she saw the two of you, but then she gave you a bright smile - you knew she’d be in your corner no matter what.

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You had never felt so obsessed with a guy before, but you were head over heels for Eddie, and you didn’t care who knew or what anyone thought.

At lunch, you got your food and headed for the Hellfire table. You took a seat right next to Eddie, sharing the end of the table. Eddie beamed, putting his arm around you and pulling you into a kiss that was far too heated for the school cafeteria. His tongue slipped into your mouth, pressing against yours as he kissed you passionately.

The guys stared. Gareth looked at the others - “What the fuck?” he mouthed. Jeff just looked at him wide eyed, while Grant looked impressed. Mike and Dustin looked at each other, shocked.

When you finally pulled apart, you realized you had an audience. “Hi! I’m so sorry.”

Eddie didn’t look sorry at all. He looked happier than the guys had ever seen him. “Guys, this is my girlfriend,” he said with pride, introducing you by name.

The guys thought this had to be a joke. There’s no way you and Eddie had really hooked up, and there was no way you were together now. It made no sense. Yet here you were, all over each other like no one was watching.

You and Eddie shared your lunches with each other as you ate, the sickeningly sweet display holding the attention of every guy at the table.

No one said anything for a while, and you and Eddie were so caught up in your own little world, neither of you noticed. Finally, you got up to go get some napkins, and Gareth took his chance. He cleared his throat, and Eddie looked over at his best friend with a confused expression.

“Care to explain?” Gareth asked, the rest of the table watching on with interest.

“Explain what…?” Eddie asked, genuinely lost.

Gareth did a dramatic gesture towards you. “That.”

“What’s there to explain?” Eddie played with a piece of his food before popping it into his mouth. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Since when?” Gareth asked. “What the fuck has been going on?”

Eddie looked at your figure from across the cafeteria before turning back to his friends. “Since last night. She came over and we…had a nice night, and I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“Did you lose your virginity?” Grant asked, the only one of the group who seemed excited for his friend.

Eddie glanced at Mike and Dustin, who were lost in their own conversation now. He nodded, and Grant held out a hand for a high five, which Eddie sheepishly accepted.

“Did she buy from you?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah…why?”

Gareth looked around again before he spoke. “I just…you don’t think she’s only messing around with you for the drugs, right? Cheerleaders don’t talk to us, they definitely don’t sleep with us.”

His words set a fire in Eddie, making him absolutely furious. “What did you just say about her?”

Gareth had never seen Eddie so angry, like flames flickering behind his deep brown eyes. ”Nothing, man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You came back to the table then, all smiles and totally oblivious to the tension at the table. “I got you some too, baby,” you said softly to Eddie, handing him a couple of napkins. Eddie gave Gareth another harsh look, but moved on.

When you’d finished eating, Eddie kissed you again, before leaning his forehead against yours. “Wanna get out of here, baby?”

You giggled. “Where to?”

“My van?” he proposed, voice low and seductive yet still fully audible to the rest of the table. Gareth pretended to gag.

“Sounds good,” you agreed with a mischievous smile, standing along with Eddie. He grabbed your hand as the two of you rushed from the building, leaving Eddie’s friends dumbfounded. Chrissy gave you a smile as you left, but her boyfriend, Jason, scowled and whispered something to his friends.

In the parking lot, Eddie opened his van, letting you climb inside before he joined you. In the back you immediately met in a heated kiss, pulling at each other’s clothes and touching each other everywhere.

You pushed Eddie’s jacket off before tugging at his shirt, smirking when he quickly pulled it over his head. He pulled your panties off, leaving your cheer skirt on. He quickly undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his cock.

“Turn over for me, baby,” he said, pumping his cock in his fist. “Want that cute little ass in the air, ready for me.”

You did as Eddie said, moving onto your hands and knees before lowering your upper half to the floor of the van. Eddie groaned at the sight, hands rubbing over the skin of your ass beneath your skirt. He hiked the skirt up around your hips, leaving you exposed to him.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him.

Eddie froze. “Shit. No, I didn’t bring one.”

You thought for a moment. “It’s okay. I want you anyway.”

Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened. “Are you sure, princess?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice assured. “I want it, Eds. I don’t care if you don’t have one, I need you in me.”

Eddie groaned, pressing his hard cock against you. He thrusted his hips lightly, grinding himself against your ass. “God, you’re going to be the death of me, princess. You’re fucking unreal.”

You felt him press against your pussy, sliding between your folds and collecting your wetness on his cock. The feeling was like heaven for him, the memories of being inside you came rushing back, making his dick throb. He had to have you again. And this time he’d get to feel you raw? The thought alone had his knees weak.

He pushed the head of his cock inside you, the stretch already too good. You both moaned as he filled you, inch by thick inch. When he bottomed out he wasted no time thrusting into you again and again, a quick pace rocking the van right there in the school parking lot for anyone who came outside to see.

The old van squeaked as it rocked back and forth with the power of Eddie’s frantic thrusting, the windows fogged up from the heat you two created together. He used his grip on your hips to pull your body back into him every time he thrusted into you, making them all the more intense.

He reached forward and pulled on your ponytail, jerking your head back and making you moan. “Eddie!”

“Oh fuck, you like that, baby? You want me to be a little rough?”

“Yes, fuck,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he thoroughly pounded you from the back. When he suddenly pulled out you whimpered at the loss, but he quickly flipped you over.

Eddie sat up on his knees, throwing his shirt off before he pulled the handcuffs off his belt. Your eyes widened as he looped them through the bottom of the driver’s seat and attached them to your wrists, pinning them above your head.

The way your body stretched with your arms up like that was a sight to behold. It put your tits on full display, his hands grabbing for them the second he started fucking into you again. The angle he had your hips with him up on his knees was intoxicating, his cock hitting your bundle of nerves with every thrust.

“Please, Eddie, harder,” you begged, your voice a whiney moan. Eddie obliged immediately, the slapping noise of your skin meeting filling the space.

“Fuck, look so pretty like this, princess,” he huffed, out of breath from his vigorous movements and the heat you were creating in the stuffy van. “Never thought you’d be tied up in the back of the freak’s van, taking his cock and begging for more, huh?”

No, you didn’t. You were just as surprised as anyone at your current situation.

“You’re so good, too,” Eddie moaned. “Your pussy is so perfect. Fits my cock just right. I’m so deep in you, baby, fuck!”

Eddie was struggling to hold it together, the feeling of you wrapped around him without the barrier of the condom was almost too much to bear. He spread your legs wide and leaned over you, burying his face in your neck.

He whimpered into your neck as he fucked you, his shallow thrusts quick and desperate. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his sweaty body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him even closer. It was so intimate, and Eddie was losing it.

He cried out as his orgasm hit him unexpectedly, hips rutting against you as he pumped all his cum inside, balls tightening, giving you everything he had. He moaned your name again and again, shuddering on top of you.

As he came down and pulled out of you, freeing you from the handcuffs, he realized you didn’t get to finish. “Oh, shit, baby. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you-“

“Eddie, it’s really okay,” you giggled, not upset at all. “I still enjoyed myself. I don’t have to- oh!”

Eddie cut you off by diving between your legs, his tongue licking between your folds. He could taste himself where his cum leaked out of you, but he didn’t mind. You had never experienced anything like this before.

You moaned, writhing beneath his tongue, pulling on his long, soft hair. He devoured you, tongue moving up to flick over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. His tongue was so long and so talented, he’d never done anything with a girl before you and you knew this, but you would never have guessed by the way he ate pussy.

Eddie moaned against you, slipping two of his fingers inside as his mouth focused on your clit. He pumped them in and out of you much like he’d fucked you, and it wasn’t long before you were clenching around his fingers, moaning little “Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”s as you got closer and closer.

You came on his tongue, pulling hard on his curls and nearly screaming his name. If anyone was out in the parking lot, they’d know exactly what you were doing and who was doing it to you.

Eddie kept his movements up until you were pushing him away, overstimulated. He moved back up your body and kissed you hard, both of you smiling against each others’ lips.

Eddie tucked his spent cock away back in his jeans and collapsed against the wall of the van, still shirtless. You pulled your panties back on, straightening your uniform. “Do you wanna smoke?”

“Sure,” Eddie agreed easily, reaching into the front and pulling out an already rolled joint. He sparked it up with his lighter and took a drag, passing it to you.

As you smoked together, laughing and talking, Eddie felt like he was completely in love. But in the back of his head, Gareth’s words stuck with him, nagging. He didn’t really think you were only with him for the drugs, he was pretty sure you felt the same way about him as he did about you. Yet something about it wouldn’t leave him alone.

After practice and dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and soft short shorts, you walked to Eddie’s van with his arm around you. Your teammates gave you strange looks, but you didn’t care. You were happy.

“Hey!” You heard Chrissy’s voice calling your name as you were just leaving the building. You and Eddie both turned.

“Hey,” you greeted her with a smile. “What’s up?”

Chrissy looked awkward, uncomfortable. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure.” You looked up at Eddie and he smiled at you, bending down and placing a kiss to your lips. “Be right back.”

You followed Chrissy back into the locker room, which was deserted. Chrissy sighed, pacing back and forth.

“What’s up, Chris?” you asked, worried.

“It’s just…” She fiddled with her fingers. her nerves obvious. Like she was doing something she didn’t want to be doing. “Jason doesn’t like that you’re seeing Eddie.”

You blinked at her. Then, a laugh. “Chris, I love you to death, but I don’t really give a fuck what your boyfriend thinks.”

She winced, like she knew that was exactly what you were going to say. “Yeah, but…” She sighed again. “Jason thinks that it ruins the image of the cheer team. He thinks as long as you’re dating Eddie, you shouldn’t cheer. And he got the coach to agree.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart beat loud in your ears, your hands starting to shake. “What?”

Chrissy looked pained. “I know. I tried to talk to him-“

“Why does Jason Carver have any say over who’s on the cheerleading team?” you asked, getting worked up. “This is bullshit. I’m team captain! And what’s wrong with Eddie? Besides that he’s a little different?” You scoffed. “You guys are so close minded it’s sickening.”

Chrissy looked as if you’d struck her. “It’s not me, I promise. I tried. But everyone else agreed.”

You felt sick to your stomach. You hadn’t felt as happy as you do with Eddie in…well, ever. You couldn’t choose between two things you loved.

Loved?

“I’ve got to go,” you said, shaking your head. “Maybe try to talk to your boyfriend again. Because mine hasn’t done anything wrong.”

You turned and left, catching up with Eddie. He wrapped his arm around you again with a smile, but he could tell something was wrong. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing,” you said. You didn’t want to talk about it or make Eddie feel bad. And you were sure it wouldn’t really happen - right?

At Eddie’s trailer, it looked like he had cleaned up for you. He seemed nervous, even as you fell to the couch with lips locked together in a passionate make out session. His hand was under your shirt, grasping at your tits.

“Need you again,” he mumbled hurriedly as he pulled your shirt over your head. “Need to be inside you.”

“You sure no one will be home?” you asked, giggling as he leaned forward and kissed at your tits.

“Yeah. My uncle’s at work, we’re fine.”

He pulled your shorts and panties down before shoving his own jeans and boxers down. He spread your legs wide, neither of you caring about a condom this time. He sunk into you, snapping his hips into you wildly. He was desperate for you, no matter how many times he had you.

He groaned loudly, face in your neck again while he pounded into you. Your nails scratched down his shoulders, eyes rolling back at the bliss he was providing with nothing but his cock.

You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the key in the front door, or the door opening. However you did hear the shocked gasp that had Eddie pulling out of you in a hurry, covering your body with a throw pillow and yanking his jeans up.

“Jesus, Ed!” the older man exclaimed, covering his eyes. “On the couch??”

“Sorry, shit, sorry! What are you doing here?” Eddie buckled his jeans back up as you hurriedly redressed yourself. “I thought you’d be gone all night!”

“Forgot my lunch,” the man said, his voice gruff. “‘n just because I work nights doesn’t mean you can…do that in the living room, for god’s sake, Ed.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said again, his cheeks bright red. “You can uncover your eyes, we’re okay.”

The man cautiously lowered his hand, looking at the two of you. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.”

Eddie chuckled. “It’s new. Baby, this is my Uncle Wayne. Wayne, this is my girlfriend.” He introduced you by name, and Wayne gave you a friendly smile.

“Well, strange way to meet one another, but glad to meet you,” Wayne said.

“You too,” was all you could offer.

When Wayne grabbed his lunch and left again, you slapped Eddie on the arm. “You said you knew we’d be alone!”

Eddie laughed, dodging you. “How was I supposed to know he’d forget his lunch and come back?”

You supposed he had a point. You couldn’t stay mad at him - not that you really were to begin with. You cared deeply about Eddie, and you wanted to be with him. You just hoped that wouldn’t keep you from being on the cheer team.

part 2?

[tojisteddy]

Sweet Ride | smut, 18+ MDNI, 1.2k words, softdom!Toji x sweetheart!reader

You’d been 3 months into your relationship when Toji Fushiguro finally realized that you, for some odd reason, loved letting idiots fuck you.

It must’ve been where that very minuscule masochism kink came from. Had to be.

He’d noticed the way you’d get shocked when he went to pay for— well- everything. Didn’t matter if he lost a shit ton from gambling and losing that day, didn’t matter if you went over your own set budget, didn’t matter that you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to look money hungry or if you quickly pulled out your card and paid. He’s sending $300 to you to make up for it. The man. Was going. To pay.

Toji also noticed the way you’d shy away when you realized he was actually listening to the words that came out of your mouth. Informing you that he hated that coworker of Sherl just a little bit more than you did. Plainly telling you ‘no’, he didn’t just want to see just your hair bone straight- he wanted to see your curly hair that framed your face (when you wanted to of course) and that he thought you would look good with any hair color not just the jet black. Or when you only went to make food that he liked,

“But this is what my ex-“

“—Mama, what do you really wanna eat? Tell me or we’ll both starve tonight.”

Truthfully, it irritated the fuck out of the man.

He didn’t get it, how someone so precious got treated like shit on multiple occasions. He kept reminding himself that you weren’t the problem, those fucking dick wads were.

But the irritation jumped back out when you rode him. He knew after that first time (just a week ago) that those fucking idiots didn’t know what the fuck to do with you. He’d cock his eyebrow up at you because he simply couldn’t hide the vexation of it all.

“You don’t like it Toj?” Your voice was hoarse, curls falling over your face, a pout forming.

It was clear the way you moved your hips back and forth, held yourself and didn’t use him for leverage, you rode your ex’s to get them off and nothing more.

More sins against God.

There had to be a scripture about it somewhere, “Never let thou spouse ride-ith you in cowgirl without her cumming.” Or something— the man didn’t know. He knew for a fact, only a bitch would never let a woman cum while she’s riding him.

“Toji? ‘M sorry, it must not be good.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax, not be too touchy. “ ‘S just harder cause you’re so… so big. ‘Nd I- fuck- mmm- don’t think I’ve ever had time to relax like this. I must be takin too long.”

Shit, you frowned, big brown puppy eyes looking down at the green eyed monster and his heart ached. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, his poor pretty baby. Sweet doll, don’t you worry your little head. Your Toji would fix this little problem tonight.

And when you two were done, he’d beat the fucking breaks out of each and every single one your exes.

It would cleanse the soul.

“ ‘S okay baby, yer doin good. Need you to relax f’me. Want you to take a little bit more though, hm? You can take it, right? You’re a good girl.”

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

Such a good girl. Toji’s sweet ‘nd good girl.

Tojis hands pulled you closer. “How do I get ya to relax then? Can you tell me?” You felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head and attempting to hide yourself in his neck. But Toji kept you still, playfully bumping your foreheads together with a chuckle.

“Let’s find out then,” His hands wandered, up and down your sides, then one staying at the small of your back, the other making its way to your pretty tit in his hand. Slowly massaging it in his palm. “Maybe you like it here?”

You whimpered in his mouth and Tojis scar moved upward in amusement, green eyes low. He left a trail of kiss from your cute cheeks, down to your jaw. “Or here?” Down to your neck, taking a few nibblies here and there. “Or here?”

You let out a soft moan, finally nodding your head.

“Words, mama.” He was stern but you felt the grin against your neck.

“T-there feels— feels so nice Toj.” The man hummed at your words, being sure to praise you with an array of kisses and hickeys for the world to see tomorrow on your neck.

“I-I can move now?” You asked. You felt so full with what he was giving you, but you felt so good with every little kiss the aching tip and veins of his member gave to your walls.

“Course doll.” He enterwinted your fingers, “Gotta take it nice ‘nd slow baby, don’t gotta go fast.”

You gulped, gradually lifting yourself up and down and rocking your hips back and forth, then repeating the motion. Your hands left his large ones, starting to use his shoulders as leverage, “There you go ma, there you fuckin go.”

He hissed, you were a god damn waterfall down there. Toji didn’t even know how the fuck you were still managing to keep him insider everytime you’d move up so just the tip was in, and slamming back down. When you tried to go faster a large calloused hand came down to your ass.

“B-but Tojiii,” you whined, slowly swiveling your hips one time to get a curse out of him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

“ ‘Nd I ‘ppreciate Doll, I do. You feel so fuckin good too ma, but it’s not about me tonight, ‘s about you. Need you to really feel it deep in your pretty pussy.” He gave you a few thrusts, matching your rhythm creating the most beautiful smack smack smack your bedroom has ever heard.

“Take what you need babygirl.”

Toji had a way with words, he’d gotten a pornographic moan from it alone. Your nails dug into his shoulders, the meat of your thighs jiggling every time you came down. Slick drenching Toji’s cock, your thighs were burning but you kept moving. Chasing your high with every bounce on his fat fuck.

“Goooood girl, now you got it doll.”

“I can— I can take more Toji.” You stammered out.

“I’d loooove that sweetheart— shit ma- but not tonight. Ngh— This is just enough.”

“But—“

“-Aht,” he grumbled, helping you move your hips as you got just a tad too slow for his liking, “don’t bite more than you can chew. Come on, you can make yourself and your boyfriend cum, can’t you?”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were grinding and slamming yourself down what you could take as hard as ever getting a loud from Toji. You were such a good and fast leaner, the man would have to keep you. Train you to do other things, soon enough you’d be able to take all of him. You were fucking pulsing like a over worked heartbeat around him as a wave of emotions smacked you over the head, a string of fuck fuck fuck and Toji Toji Toji leaving your mouth.

The man growled, giving your ass a few harsh smacks as he rapidly thrust into you. You never knew when you were cumming so you never vocalized it.

You’d work on that too.

Quickly pulling out, spurts of his cum hit your stomach. You both were panting messes, Toji’s pink lips meeting your temple, then your soft full lips.

“Good fuckin job, mama.”

a/n: ride the dragon by fka twigs

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𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

You had been good—for the first thirty minutes. Now, though, you were over it.

“Megs,” you whined, kicking your feet a little as you pouted at him from across the room. “This is taking too long.”

Megumi didn’t even glance at you, his dark hair hanging over his eyes as he sat with his arm stretched out, the artist carefully dragging the needle over his skin. His sleeve was nearly complete, intricate blackwork and delicate shading wrapping around his muscled forearm. His rings clinked against the chair’s armrest when his fingers flexed.

“Not my problem,” he muttered.

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest to make sure he saw the way your tits pushed up in your tiny, low-cut top. “But I’m bored.”

“Then go home.”

You narrowed your eyes. Oh, he was being mean.

Pushing up from your chair, you strutted over to him, placing yourself right next to his seat. “No,” you said, pouting. “I wanna sit with you.”

His eyes finally flicked to you, heavy-lidded and sharp, the silver hoop in his lip catching in the light as he exhaled. “Sit over there.”

“I wanna sit here.” Before he could stop you, you climbed onto his lap, settling yourself right over the hard muscle of his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, but you just curled your arms around his neck, brushing your fingers over the piercings in his ear.

The tattoo artist gave a short laugh. “She always this needy?”

“Worse,” Megumi muttered, but his big hands found your waist, gripping you tightly. “You’re testing me,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.

You smirked, shifting ever so slightly, feeling the bulge beneath his sweats press against your barely-covered core. His grip tightened.

“I just wanna be close,” you whispered, tilting your head as you trailed your fingers down the back of his neck. “That a problem?”

His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. “You keep moving like that, and we’re gonna have a big problem.”

The second you shifted on his lap again—just a little grind, a little test—Megumi exhaled hard through his nose, his grip on your waist turning bruising.

“Yo,” he called to the artist, voice tight. “Gimme a break.”

The tattoo artist lifted a brow, setting the gun down. “Need a smoke or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” Megumi muttered, but his hands never left your body. The artist shrugged. “I’ll be outside. Ten minutes.”

The second the door clicked shut, Megumi’s fingers flexed, then tightened—before he was flipping you onto the chair so fast your breath hitched. You barely had time to squeak before his big hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, yanking your little skirt up so fast the fabric nearly tore.

“You just couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” His voice was low, dripping with irritation

You batted your lashes, feigning innocence, even as your cunt clenched around nothing. “I don’t know what you mean, Megs.”

His lips curled, amusement flashing for just a second before his ringed fingers hooked into your panties and ripped them clean down the middle.

“Megumi!” you gasped.

“Shut up,” he muttered, shoving them into his pocket like a fucking souvenir. Then he was undoing his sweats, pushing them down just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, already leaking. He stroked it once, twice, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the chair.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, dragging the tip through your slick folds. “All that whining, all that attitude—just to end up bent over looking like a slut for me”

Your face burned, but you still pouted. “Took too lonnng”

Before you could throw another bratty quip, he was sinking into you, stretching you open with one slow, brutal thrust. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Megumi groaned, head tipping forward, lip piercing glinting under the harsh shop lights. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Always so fucking wet everytimee-.”

You whined, fingers scrambling to grip his tattooed forearms as he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the chair creaking under the force.

“What happened to all that attitude?” he taunted, setting a ruthless pace. His hands dug into your hips, keeping you still while he fucked into you

You sobbed, legs wrapping around his waist as his cock dragged against that spot inside you over and over. “M-Megumi—”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “You wanted my attention, baby,” he murmured darkly, rolling his hips deep. “Now fucking take it.”

Your nails dug into his back, pleasure twisting tight in your gut. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the shop, filthy and obscene, mixing with your breathy moans and Megumi’s ragged groans.

“Gonna come already?” he taunted, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him.

You gasped, nodding frantically, tears welling up. “Y-Yeah—”

“Too bad.” His fingers wrapped around your throat, just enough to make you whimper. “You wanna be a brat? You come when I say.”

A sob left your lips, legs shaking, body strung so tight you thought you’d snap.

Megumi smirked, cruel and satisfied. “Guess you should’ve behaved, huh?”

[oofmybad]

“It feels good. Just new”

Synopsis: billie straps you for the first time. That’s legit everything. Nothing groundbreaking.

Warnings: dom!billie x sub!reader, strap, spanking, squirting, mildly rough sex, NOT proofread, I think that’s it.

Words: idk

A/n: this is my first time writing smut. And I wrote it in ~maybe~ 5 minutes max lol. So it’s probably shit. Couldn’t quite get myself to proofread it back. But just wanna post it to get past the shyness pfft. Anyway, enjoy (I hope).

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“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we don’t have to.”

“Yeah, baby. Of course I do. I- i really want you.”

“Ok pretty girl. Tell me if you want me to stop, or anything. You’re in control, always.” Billie says as she lines the strap up to your core.

“Um… Will it… hurt?” You ask, slightly embarrassed of your lack of experience.

“It shouldn’t do if you’re turned on enough. You feel pretty wet to me. But it might feel like a bit of a stretch at first.” Billie says as she strokes your baby hairs away from your forehead.

You take a big breath and hold the air in, anticipating the sensation. “Ok” you say, now determined.

“Uh uh, you gotta breathe, baby” Billie takes one of your hands and places it on her own chest so that you can copy her breathing, “here, follow me”.

You are now breathing at a steady pace when Billie reaches for your hand that’s placed on her chest, so that she can clasp her fingers in between yours, holding your hand that’s now laying next to your head.

“I’m just gonna put the tip in, ok?” Billie says keeping firm and controlled eye contact with you.

Just like that, her unwavering confidence melts any lingering worry away. “Please” you say, the word slipping past your lips like a begging whimper.

“Mm!” You gasp a moment later once Billie has pushed the first inch or so inside of you.

“You ok? Need me to stop, angel?” Billie’s eyes shoot up from your bodies connecting to search your eyes for any discomfort.

“No, no! It feels good. Just new, that’s all” you reply.

“Ok I’m gonna go a little deeper now” Billie warns you before pushing further into your pussy, inch by inch - she periodically waits for you to get used to the new stretch.

“Mmmh…fuck-“ you let out a moan as the full length of the strap pushes against your walls. You let go of Billie’s hand in order to wrap your hands around her back, tightly clasping onto her shoulders with your nails, and pulling her body flush with yours.

“Ugh, god” Billie moans, almost like a reply to your altered, deeper, position. “I can feel you clenching. You feel so good”

“Please give me more, Billie” you plead.

“What do you want, angel?” Billie whispers into your neck, her teeth nibbling at the tender skin of your collarbones.

“I want you to fuck me” you pause to think “…hard”.

Billie pulls her head back to search for any doubt in your eyes, but she finds nothing but desperate longing. Without another word, Billie pulls the strap out of you, quickly ramming it back inside of you repeatedly - your g spot getting hit every time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” you practically wail out.

“Can you turn around for me, baby?” Billie asks as she positions herself to be towering over you. Pulling the strap out at the same time.

You sigh, almost whimper, at the loss of sensation. But you quickly obey, turning around so that the right side of your face is being pressed against the mattress and your ass is in the air.

Billie lines the strap up with your entrance once again, teasing your clit at the same time, and asks “you ok?”

“Omg yes! Please just-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before Billie thrusts back into you, hitting places you didn’t know existed inside of you, as she smacks ur ass with each thrust - enjoying the recoil.

Your hands neurotically search for something to hold onto. Landing on the pillow above your head that’s leant on the headboard. “God! Oh, fuck” you moan out, panting with every thrust.

“You take me so well, angel” Billie says as she uses her tattooed hand to push up your spine towards your neck, creating an even deeper arch. Billie moans at the glorious sight in front of her.

This new angle sends you into another dimension. You are literally dizzy and seeing stars. “I have to cum! Please!”

“Already, baby? Hold it for me. Be good” Billie huffs as she continues to smash her hips into your ass.

“I can’t”

“Yes you can” Billie retorts as she reaches round to rub your clit again.

“Ah, pleaseeee baby!” You whine.

“I said not yet” Billie snaps sternly. You would be scared of her if you weren’t so turned on. She smacks your ass one, two, three more times to show you how much she means it.

But this only causes you to unravel completely. Moan after moan explodes from your mouth - you not even having a chance to warn Billie that you’re cumming.

From behind you, and through your moans, you can faintly hear Billie’s grunts in time with her hips stuttering against yours. She’s doing her very best to keep fucking you through your simultaneous orgasms.

Hearing her struggle to not whimper is the final straw for you. A rubber band inside your core snaps as you try to warn Billie. “Fuck! I’m gonna pee! Wait!”

Billie, being more experienced than you, knows that you’re gonna squirt so she musters up all the strength she has left. She roughly grips your ass cheeks and uses them as handles to pull herself further into you.

“Uhhhnn. Fuckuhhh” your expletive moans, skin slapping, and the sound of your juices crashing onto Billie’s thighs and the mattress are all that can be heard in your bedroom.

[neeeooon]

hi hi this is my 2nd time requesting alrdy 🥶😅😅.... lol anyway, I wanna I request for bllk boys meeting reader's parents unexpectedly. like reader's parents catch them being very undeniably couple-y. Very very awkward situation 😋☝️☝️

I rlly wanna see this specifically with Isagi, Reo, Shidou, Yuki, and Rin. Other characters would be fun too if you want🔥🔥🔥

hihi welcome back 😈 okay i think i gotchu I HOPE YOU ENJOYY

when your parents walk in on you ;

bf bllk x gn!reader. 16+ cw: suggestive!!! kms jokes in isagi’s + reo’s

isagi yoichi

-> isagi just scored the winning goal in the final nel game, and he still hadn’t come down from that high hours later

-> your fingers dragged through his hair and down his neck, scraping the back of his jersey as he shoved you against your bedroom wall. your parents were out for date night, giving you plenty of time alone with your boyfriend

-> it was supposed to give you plenty of time alone with your boyfriend

-> isagi groaned against your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips. and then you heard it. “y/n? are you alright, sweetheart?”

-> you barely had time to shove isagi off before your bedroom door was pushed open, and your mother let out a loud gasp upon seeing you, lips swollen and t-shirt rumpled. “m-mom! what are you doing home?”

-> “your father got food poisoning. hi! you must be yoichi!” your face burned as she approached your boyfriend with an outstretched hand. “mom!” “uh, y-yes ma’am.” he greeted as he shook it with two hands. “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

-> you wanted to die. after taking way too long to talk to your boyfriend, your mom finally left. “door open, kids!” you dropped your face into your hands and groaned, “i am going to kill myself.” “suicide pact?” “deal.”

mikage reo

-> you had study sessions with reo all the time. your parents knew he was intelligent, and though they’d never met him, they trusted the two of you to keep things innocent when he was over

-> and yet your homework was long forgotten as you sat comfortably in your boyfriend’s lap, back pressed against the desk as he kissed you hard

-> you didn’t hear the door open. you didn’t know your parents were home until you caught a glimpse of your mother’s stance from behind reo’s head, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she tapped a manicured finger against her forearm

-> you practically fell out of reo’s lap and landed with a thump. “mom! uh, what are you doing home so early?”

-> she isn’t impressed. “i already have a headache. i’m assuming i don’t have to stay up any later to give you both the talk, do i?”

-> aaaaand you’re ready to curl in on yourself and die. “oh my god.” “guessed not. nice to meet you, reo. make sure you’re home before tomorrow.” “you too, mrs l/n. i’ll be leaving now.”

shidou ryusei

-> “my parents are going to be home any minute…” you sighed when shidou slipped one hand beneath the waistband of your sweats, the other slowly making its way under your shirt. “lucky for you, cutie, i only need one to make you—”

-> “l/n y/n?!” you scrambled out from under your boyfriend, clutching your hands to your chest as you gaped at your parents standing in your doorway

-> “haven’t you heard of knocking?!” “this is our house. and we were coming to wish you a goodnight! who’s he?!”

-> you knew for a fact that your parents knew you had a boyfriend. however, you always described him as someone sweet who takes care of you and makes you laugh. your parents seemed caught off guard by the spiky pink hair and heavy eyeliner

-> your silence gives shidou the chance to reach a hand out for your mother to shake. “it’s a pleasure. i’m shidou ryusei.” your mother eyes his hand warily before shaking it. “hm. mrs. l/n.”

-> thankfully your father has enough trust in you to gently pull your mother from your room. he quietly greets shidou, compliments his hair, and wishes you both a goodnight

-> “i cannot believe that just happened,” you groan as you flop back onto your bed. shidou falls beside you and places a soft kiss to your neck. “oh well. your dad seems cool, at least. want me to leave?” “uh uh. you promised me a minute.” “😈”

yukimiya kenyu

-> you’re watching a movie with your boyfriend, parents visiting your uncle and aunt, when you’re suddenly bored with the film on screen

-> quietly, you slip from the couch into a kneeling position, yukimiya’s eyes following you the whole way down. “uh, y/n?” “mhm?” “what are you doing?” “nothing~” “what if your parents—“ “i checked their location. they’re still forty-five minutes away.”

-> you move directly in front of your boyfriend, hands sliding up from his shins to his knees when the door suddenly opens

-> your dad freezes when his eyes land on you and yukimiya. “dad!” you shout, jumping to your feet as your boyfriend hurridly throws a blanket over his hips. “why didn’t you knock?!”

-> he has a hand over his eyes in a tired fashion. “i bought this house. why did you decide to do that in the living room?” “… oh.” “yeah, oh.” “.. this is my boyfriend, yukimiya.” “i figured.”

-> yukimiya doesn’t trust himself to stand, so he waves as your dad from the couch. “n-nice to meet you..?” your mother finally appears, smiling brightly and cluelessly when she spots your boyfriend. “oh! you must be kenyu!” “hello, mrs l/n.” “we were just heading to bed. enjoy the rest of your movie!”

-> your parents leave, not without your father giving you “the look” before trailing after your mother. you drop onto the couch with a sigh. “your house next time?” “definitely.”

itoshi rin

-> you were innocently teaching rin how to cook. alone. while your parents were at work. they only agreed since you promised to introduce your boyfriend to them (and cook dinner)

-> it starts out that way. you and rin, side by side, mixing ingredients and making sauces. however, your fingers are now running over your boyfriend’s shoulder muscles as he carefully lifts you onto the counter, never breaking your kiss

-> you weren’t quite sure what set you off, but you suddenly needed to be as close to your boyfriend as humanly possible. he didn’t have any objections, hands trailing from your hips to your back when the soft jingle of keys breaks you apart

-> “was that—“ “no… no way, right?” wrong. the door swings open, and rin flies to the other side of the kitchen as he pretends to read the recipe book

-> “y/n!” your mother greets, heels in hand as she comes over to kiss your cheek. she pauses in front of you, wiggles her eyebrows at your flushed face, and shoots a secretive smile in rin’s direction. “aw, my little lovebirds~ i’m so happy to finally meet you, rin!”

-> rin waves awkwardly from his side of the kitchen, earning a little laugh from your mother. she sighs, “oh, to be young and in love again! i’m headed to the store. i’ll be back in twenty minutes for dinner. twenty.” she winks at you before vanishing out the front door, leaving you shocked to the core

-> “i—“ “so that really just happened?” “well, at least my mother likes you..?” you finish dinner as quickly as possible, keeping a safe distance away from each other, and groan in embarrassment when your mom jiggles her keys and kicks the door before opening it. “let’s eat!”

[graciedollie]

Sevika or Grayson x fem reader who dolls up on the daily basis and feels insecure about their bare face

Bare Beauty

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

You and Sevika been talking for a good while now—maybe a couple weeks or so—and she’s never seen you without your makeup off. Whenever she saw you, always dolled up with beautifully done makeup. Each and every time. It was a late night for you, chilling at home while watching some series that you’ve been binge watching for the last week and snacking on some of your favorite snacks.

While being in the comfort of your own place, you didn’t wear any makeup and just let yourself be. Mind you, you wanted to show Sevika the real you, but you weren’t just quite ready for that, so you just simply always dolled your face up when you two would go on dates and when you’re at home, that would come off—unless you would randomly do your makeup to take some photos to her whenever you both missed each other. Other than that, it was always makeup around her.

You say there in your couch with a blanket draped over you snuggly, face free from foundation, lipstick/lipgloss, mascara/false lashes, and highlighter. Your face had some blemishes since you’re human—you’re gonna have them regardless—and had little pimple patches across your cheek, forehead, and chin since your skin did NOT wanna cooperate. There were times you felt insecure about your bare face since you were used to the makeup, but even still, you couldn’t help it. Ignoring that gnawing gut in your stomach, you went back to watching your show until there was a knock on the door—thinking it was your doordash deliverer.

Happily getting up, you dashed over to the door, excited to be greeted with savory smell of your food—only to be met with Sevika looking at you, holding your doordash order in her hand. You nearly felt like crawling into a corner and dying. Your eyes widened as you took in her silver eyes peering into yours while also taking in your face, seeing that it was a rare sight to see you out of makeup. “Sevika…I didn’t know you were coming over today…”

“I know, but I decided to come anyway—by the way, your food was left on your doorstep.” She murmured lowly, nonchalantly at that as if you were just bare face right in front of her. She raised a brow at your bewildered expression, “what???” You shook your head out of your daze, crossing your arms as you just shrugged. “Nothing, I—don’t you see me without any makeup? I look hideous, Sev.”

She stared at you as if you were dumb before scoffing, sliding past you through the door and setting the bag of food on the coffee table before turning to you as you shut the door. “You don’t look ridiculous, love. I was wondering when I was gonna see ‘you’ out of all that stuff you were nearly wear 99% of the time we go somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at her snarky comment, earning a cocky smirk from her as she settled on the couch while pulling you close to her.

“Oh fuck off…i’m serious though, Sev. I literally have pimples big as tits on my face—i can barely cover them with my patches!”

“So? You don’t even look like shit without your makeup, love—I can assure you that you look absolutely perfect in my eyes…” Her arm wrapped around you waist as she flashed you a warm smile, seeing a peek of her tooth gap. She placed a warm kiss to your forehead before chuckling lowly, “yeah, maybe the patches aren’t doin you any justice, baby…”

“Sevika!”

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

It was a peaceful night as you were winding down from the little outing you had earlier during the day. It was nice, of course, but you missed your wife dearly and would send her photos of you—all of which you had your face dolled with your usual makeup. Now, Grayson seen you a little of times with your makeup off, but not fully since you would try to do light makeup still. That was cut short when you started to notice pimple decorate your face—yeah, no more of that.

The house felt empty without Grayson since she was working late doing her respective duties as usual and you understood that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t miss her. She’s your wife, so why would you not? You sat at your vanity while wiping off the leftover makeup, leaving you in a bare-pale-pimple covered face. You didn’t really like being bare faced, especially whenever you would be around Grayson.

Yeah, of course she always made sure to assure you that you were beautiful as the moon is in the sky countless of times, but you couldn’t grasp that. You slumped back in the chair as you sighed, leaning on your forehead before your ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open and heavy footsteps following to where you were. There she was, standing in all her glory, Grayson looked at you with a warm gaze, taking in the small frown etched on your lips.

“There’s my gorgeous wife…”

You couldn’t help but dry laugh at her, knowing she was just tryna boost your mood and also meant it as well. “Mhm, i’m everything but that right now, baby..” She rolled her eyes briefly as she stalked over to you, rubbing your shoulders as she placed a kiss to your cheek before finding her way to your lips—earning a hum of approval.

“Don’t be so down, love. You’re still precious in my eyes—makeup or not. Yes, you look gorgeous with your lovely makeup, but I also adore you without it. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because that’s who I really fell in love with on that faithful day when you were rushing out and bumped into me, panicking that you were running late and didn’t even have any makeup on..”

god this woman was your everything.

You turned to her with a small pout of adoration and thoughtfulness at her words, taking you back to the memory you first met. “Baby, you remembered..”

“How could I not remember the time I fell in love with my world?”

hope you enjoyed bbys!! (sorry if this lowkey cringey or corny and short!!☹️)

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[yailtsv]

CEO - p.b

💌 Syn: ceo!paige pushes you past the unprofessional line

»»— warnings: smut, bad grammar, bad punctuation, i don’t know how to write smut, mention of y/n once, aftercare

»»— notes: tell me what to fix on the smut please 🙏 😭 i hope this meets everyone’s expectations and if not please tell me what i should change for the future. if you have ceo!paige ideas SEND THEM IN!!! (fluff or i’ll try smut again! just send in ANY ideas)

»»— word count: 2.1k

»»— pair: CEO!paige x Assistant!reader

“miss. bueckers, you have a photo shoot today at 2 for GQ” you tell paige after she responds with a “come in” to your knocking

“alright, and i told you to just call me paige, didn’t i?” paige responded back - knowing she’s told you that a million times

“yes ma’am”

“so then why aren’t you doing that?”

“don’t want to be unprofessional ma’am” you reply back after a few seconds of silence “unprofessional huh?” paige responds back smirking a little

“you also have a sit down talk scheduled at 4 for an article connected with the photo shoot.” you replied back nervously after seeing her smirk - trying to change topics but only got more nervous when paige stood up and walked towards you

paige leans over you shutting the door and locking it, making your breath hitch

“anything else?” paige says standing really close to you - invading your personal bubble, and moving her hand to push back a piece of your hair that was in your face

“um you need to turn in the new shoe drop designs tonight by 10pm-“ paige then decided to move her hand again but this time put it on your waist, lightly rubbing her thumb in circles through your blouse “go on” paige says in a low raspy voice

“once you get those turned in, we need to post teasers on the PBKicks accounts” you reply breathlessly

“that it?” paige asks moving her hand that was on your waist down to your lower back and pushing you closer into her making you let out a small breathless gasp

you turned your head avoiding eye contact before nodding your head to her question, she clicks her tongue in disapproval before moving one of her hands to underneath your chin and lifting your head up to look her in the face “use your words”

“yes, that’s it” you whimpered out breathlessly, feeling like your stomachs doing cartwheels

“good girl” you have to lean closer to paige after she says that - your knees getting weak

she chuckles at that and leans in closer to your ear whispering - “seems like someone has a praise kink, huh?” you just make a small noise between a moan and a whimper, resting your forehead on paige’s chest, to hide your flushed face

paige just laughs and pulls you to her in office couch, sitting down and pulling you on to her lap “this is unprofessional mis- paige”

“says who?” paige responds teasingly rubbing her hands everywhere across your body “rules” you stammered out fighting the urge to grind down on her

“i’m the ceo baby, i make the rules.” paige said while gripping your hips hard and pushing you down on her thigh - moving you back and forth - making you moan out loudly

paige doesn’t say anything and just takes her tie off and shoved it in your mouth “but you do still need to be quiet my love, wouldn’t want to distract everybody from their work, now would we?”

you nod your head, now moving your hips on your own with paige just watching “there we go baby, doing such a good job for me huh?”

you just let out a muffled moan in response - trying to grind harder feeling your release building up “you gonna cum? hmm?” you just nod but quickly become disappointed when paige grips your hips - stopping you from moving and from your release

she doesn’t say anything and just pushes you down on to the couch and gets on top of you.

“you wanna do this?” paige asks, wanting your consent before doing anything else, you shake your head saying yes while also saying a muffled yes with her tie still in your mouth

she smiles a little bit taking the tie out of your mouth and setting it on the couches arm rest “words” paige says again

“yes i want to do this” you whine out in a needy tone, paige leans down and connects your guys lips together, making you moan into the unexpected kiss

while you both are fighting for dominance in the kiss, paige’s hand is exploring your body before stopping at your buttoned up blouse “can i take this off?” paige mumbles against you making you nod in response

she pulls away from the kiss and sits up, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off, throwing it across the office, her eye’s immediately raking over your upper body

“you’re so beautiful” paige says still checking you out before leaning down and pressing her lips to your neck. paige kisses all over your neck sucking gently in some places making you let out quiet breathless moans

paige slowly trails down your abdomen, when she reaches your stomach she moves her kisses back up to your breasts

she trails her kisses to the top of your boobs gently sucking there too before moving her hand behind your back - making you arch into her, so it can be easier for her to unhook your bra

she drags your bra off throwing it in the same direction as your blouse, immediately kissing all around your chest - giving both of your breasts attention, with you arching into her more

after a few minutes of paige just kissing and sucking your chest she moves down your stomach stopping at the waist band of your skirt “can i take this off?” she asks again

“only if you take some things off, you’re to clothed” you reply back breathlessly, she shakes her head amused before standing up from the couch and taking off her suit jacket, and unbuttoning her dress shirt and throwing both of them in the same direction as the other clothes leaving her in her bra

you don’t say anything and just unbutton your skirt as a way of saying that she can take off your skirt now - which she picks up on and immediately walks closer to you and puts her fingers in the waistband of your skirt - pulling it down and tossing it

she immediately gets back on top of you, bringing you back into a kiss

while you guys are fighting for dominance again, she runs her fingers over the wet spot on your panties making you moan into her mouth “this wet already?” paige moans against your lips

“mm fuck, i can’t wait anymore.” paige says moving down your legs with her fingers at your pantie line, looking up at you again - asking if she can take them off, which you nod at, once she got the green light she immediately pulled your underwear down and tossed them with the others

she moved her eyes up and down for a little, checking you out with no shame whatsoever, before she got impatient with herself and layed down between your legs

she slowly kissed around your thighs, with you groaning impatiently and trying to push her head to where you need her the most - that did not work, as her head didn’t budge and she just chuckled amused looking up at you

“impatient are we?” paige says with that low voice again “paige” you whine out “do something please”

“only cause you asked so nicely” she says before pushing her head down and immediately bringing your clit into her mouth, sucking on it

you moaned out loud, making paige reach up from her spot and grab the tie, shoving it back in your mouth - all while still circling her tongue around you

she moved her tongue down your slit, circling her tongue around your entrance before pushing in - you putting your hands in her hair, trying to push her closer

paige groans into you at the pressure on her head, the vibration making you moan louder through the tie.

paige then stop’s thrusting her tongue and moves up back to your clit and moves her fingers down to your entrance - taking over where her mouth just left

paige circles her middle finger around your entrance while sucking on your clit, before thrusting that finger in

you groan loudly over the tie making paige let out a little giggle against you, “how many can you take mama?” she mumbles against you, you don’t say anything but you hold up two fingers

she makes a small noise of acknowledgment and takes her middle finger out, before thrusting her pointer and middle finger in together

she takes her free hand and puts it over your mouth - the tie not muffling enough of your loud moans, so she took it out and threw it.

while she kept sucking on your clit and thrusting her fingers inside of you, you started moving your hips - trying to get closer to her mouth and fingers, making her chuckle into you

“paige” you whine out with her humming in response “fuck don’t stop, please” you can feel your release getting closer and so can paige, only making her speed up more

you swore you could see stars when your orgasm crashed through you, decreasing a little bit as paige worked you through your high

your whine was the thing that pulled paige away from you - seeing that your now overstimulated and don’t need worked through anymore.

paige leans up from between your legs and bringing you into a kiss - you tasting yourself on her tongue,

your still trying to catch your breath and paige still hasn’t said anything - but she grabbed you by the waist and turned you both over, so your now laying on top of her, with her holding your head to her chest

“what about you?” you say after you finally caught your breath back “do you want to do that right now?” paige asked in your ear,

but before you could answer there was a knock at the door, making paige stand up while saying “one second” she layed you back down on the couch, and covered you with a blanket, just in case, and walked to the pile of clothes hurrying on putting her dress shirt back on properly before opening the door enough for her to see the person, and the person be able to see her, just enough for it to not be considered suspicious

“you have to leave in 10 minutes for GQ magazine, we can’t find y/n, so i didn’t know if she told you or not.” one of your interns said

“oh alright, thank you.” paige said shutting the door as soon as the intern acknowledged that paige answered and walked away

paige walked to her small in office bathroom, getting a rag and wetting it before coming back over to you, and gently cleaning you down there, with you letting out small noises from sensitivity

“i didn’t realize we were that close to time for the magazine shoot, i’m sorry” you say out tiredly

“it’s fine, we’re not late” paige said while walking over and grabbing your panties, bra, and one of her spare dress shirts that she keeps in her office in case her shirt gets dirty, and walked to her mini fridge grabbing a water bottle

she helps you get dressed in those said clothes, handing you the water after she opened it for you

“you’re gonna stay here and take a nap while i’m at the shoot-“

“no i’m fine, i’m your assistant, i have to be there!” you say cutting her off making her raise her eyebrows at you

“i’ll bring one of your interns with me, i already know you have everything written down correct?” paige asked in a knowing voice, that you just nod your head to

“great! so we will take your notes and go to the shoot while you stay here a take a well deserved nap yeah? i’ll lock the door when i leave, so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in and seeing you in my shirt and panties, there’s snacks and drinks in the mini fridge and cabinets, just make yourself at home until i get back alright?” paige said with her hand on your bare thigh - rubbing small circles with her thumb

you just nod your head, not wanting to agree with this but also not having a choice “good girl” paige says while leaning in again and giving you a kiss before pulling away to get changed to leave for the shoot

“i never got to please you” you say looking up at her with tired eyes, paige chuckles from buttoning up a new pair of suit pants - seeing as the ones she was wearing are now wet

“maybe next time”

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03 @ldapper

[sturniololuvz]

hiii can you make a story where matt’s daughter who is 2-3 is really clingy to matt and is shy around anyone else, sometimes even nick and chris so matt tries to get her to like nick and chris

okayyy

“Clingy Little Shadow”

Sturniolos x Matt’s daughter

Matt loved being a dad more than anything, but sometimes, his two-year-old daughter, Y/N, made it very clear that she only needed him. It wasn’t that she didn’t like other people—she just didn’t trust anyone the way she trusted Matt. And that included her uncles, Nick and Chris.

Whenever they came over, Y/N would immediately cling to Matt’s leg, hiding her face against him like they were strangers instead of her actual uncles. If they tried to talk to her, she’d just shake her head, sometimes even whimpering like they were scary. It wasn’t that she was afraid of them, but she wasn’t about to let anyone but Matt hold her, carry her, or even sit next to her for too long.

And as cute as it was that she loved him so much, Matt really wanted her to open up to Nick and Chris.

“Dude, she hates us,” Chris joked one night when they were all at Matt’s place. Y/N sat in Matt’s lap, tiny fingers curled into his hoodie, her head resting against his chest.

Nick, sitting across from them, nodded. “Yeah, like what did we do to her?”

Matt sighed, rubbing Y/N’s back. “She doesn’t hate you guys. She’s just attached to me.”

Chris scoffed. “Yeah, no kidding.” He leaned forward, offering his arms. “C’mon, munchkin. Let Uncle Chris hold you.”

Y/N immediately turned her face away, burying herself deeper into Matt’s hoodie.

“Guess that’s a no,” Nick laughed.

Matt chuckled, but deep down, he really wanted to change this. He knew Nick and Chris would be the best uncles to her, and it killed him that she wouldn’t even give them a chance. So, he came up with a plan.

The Plan

The next morning, Matt invited Nick and Chris over again, determined to get Y/N to like them.

“Alright,” he told them before Y/N woke up, “just… be chill. Let her come to you guys.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Bro, she doesn’t even want to look at us. How’s she gonna come to us?”

“She will,” Matt insisted. “I just have to be unavailable for a little bit.”

Nick smirked. “So you’re gonna ditch your kid and force her to like us?”

Matt groaned. “Not ditch, just… take a step back.”

And that’s exactly what he did. When Y/N woke up, she toddled into the living room in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

“Dada…” she mumbled, arms outstretched.

Matt knelt down and kissed her forehead. “Hi, baby. Uncle Nick and Uncle Chris are here.”

She immediately stiffened, looking over at them like she’d just noticed they existed. Nick waved with a small smile, while Chris gave her an over-the-top excited face.

Y/N frowned, her grip tightening on Matt’s hoodie. “Up,” she demanded.

Matt sighed. “Actually, baby, Dada’s gotta do something real quick. Can you sit with Uncle Nick?”

Y/N looked offended.

Nick held his hands up. “No pressure. But I do have cookies.”

Y/N hesitated. Cookies were very tempting.

Matt, seeing his chance, gently peeled her off of him and placed her onto the couch next to Nick before stepping back. Y/N immediately turned to follow him, but Nick quickly pulled out the cookies.

“Hey, munchkin, wanna try one?” he asked, breaking a piece off and offering it to her.

Y/N eyed the cookie. She clearly didn’t want to accept it from him, but… a cookie was a cookie.

After a long pause, she reached out with her tiny hand, snatching the cookie before shoving it into her mouth.

Chris gasped dramatically. “OH MY GOD, SHE TOOK SOMETHING FROM YOU.”

Matt grinned. “Progress.”

Nick chuckled. “You know, kid, I got a whole bag of these.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered to the bag in his hand, but she still wasn’t sure if she trusted him enough yet.

Matt, deciding to push things a little further, sat on the other side of the room instead of right next to her. Y/N noticed immediately. Her eyes darted to him, then back to Nick, as if debating her next move.

Nick, sensing her uncertainty, stayed still, letting her make the decision.

And then, after what felt like forever, Y/N slowly—slowly—leaned her little body against Nick’s arm.

Nick’s eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

Chris gaped. “Dude, she’s touching you.”

Matt grinned proudly. “Told you she’d come around.”

Y/N yawned, grabbing another piece of cookie before munching on it, still leaning against Nick. It wasn’t much, but to Matt, it was everything.

Because for the first time, his little shadow wasn’t just clinging to him—she was letting someone else in. And that was more than enough.

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART TWELVE

a/n: this is a long one because i realised i accidentally skipped a few chapters of the story, so ive put all of them together 💋

summary: thanos was supposed to ruin you—not fall for you. what started as revenge turned into obsession, jealousy twisting in his gut every time you went back to myung-gi. he doesn’t want to share you. he wants you to be his. but when you finally ask him what he really wants, for the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: cheating, swearing, oral (thanos receiving), p in v, car sex

bad investment masterlist

Thanos had seen you that night—pressed up against the car, letting Myung-Gi take you right there, out in the open, where anyone could see. And worse? You enjoyed it.

The way your body arched into him, the way you moaned for him like you meant it—like you actually fucking wanted him.

It pissed Thanos off in ways he didn’t know were possible.

Why the fuck did he care so much? He knew what this was. Knew he was technically sharing you with your boyfriend.

But fuck that.

He didn’t want to share you. Not anymore.

Not with him. Not with anyone.

You weren’t supposed to be letting that loser touch you—not after the way Thanos had touched you. Not after the way you had melted for him, moaned for him, let him ruin you.

That shit was his.

But what did this mean? Thanos had never cared this much about a fucking girl before.

It was annoying. Frustrating. A problem he didn’t know how to solve.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Nam-Gyu snorted when Thanos brought up his tangled mess of feelings.

Thanos scoffed. “Jealous of MG Coin?” He let out a sharp laugh. “Why the fuck would I be jealous of him when I fuck his girlfriend?”

Nam-Gyu exhaled a slow stream of vapor, unimpressed. “Because she’s his girlfriend,” he said, like it was obvious. “You’re pissed that you have to share her.”

“I’m not jealous. I don’t get jealous.”

Nam-Gyu raised an eyebrow, taking another drag from his vape. “Then what the fuck are you?” He leaned forward slightly, studying Thanos. “Because last I checked, you were supposed to record a video of you slutting out his girl, but instead, you’ve been dragging it out—fucking her over and over like you don’t actually want to let her go.” He tilted his head. “So if it’s not jealousy, then what is it?”

Thanos clenched his jaw.

Fuck.

Maybe it was jealousy.

“What the fuck do I do then?” Thanos muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Nam-Gyu exhaled slowly, leaning back. “I don’t know, bro,” he shrugged. “What do you even want from her?”

Thanos let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t fucking know.”

Nam-Gyu studied him for a moment before asking, “Are you mad that she’s fucking Myung-Gi? Or would you be pissed if she fucked literally anyone else?”

Thanos paused, rolling the thought around in his head. He knew the answer immediately, but saying it out loud felt like admitting something he wasn’t ready to.

Still, he gritted his teeth and said it anyway.

“Nah. I don’t want her fucking anyone but me.”

Nam-Gyu smirked, tapping his vape against the table. “So… you wanna keep her?”

Thanos scoffed. “She’s not a fucking pet.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Nam-Gyu muttered. “You’re acting like some territorial motherfucker who just found out his toy can be taken away.”

Thanos didn’t argue. He didn’t have a defense.

Because he did want to keep you. Maybe not in the traditional sense—not in a boyfriend-girlfriend, let’s-hold-hands-in-public kind of way. But the thought of anyone else having you made his blood fucking boil.

“She wouldn’t leave him for me,” Thanos muttered, almost to himself. “She’s with him for a reason.”

Nam-Gyu raised a brow. “And what if that reason disappeared?”

Thanos looked up. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Nam-Gyu exhaled a slow stream of vapor, watching Thanos with amusement. “I’m just saying… We could kill him.”

Thanos shot him a dry look. “Yeah, genius plan. And then what? Rot in jail?”

Nam-Gyu chuckled. “Relax, man. I’m joking—kind of.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “But for someone who doesn’t do relationships, you’re taking this shit real serious.”

Thanos clenched his jaw. “I never said I wanted a fucking relationship. I just don’t want her with Myung-Gi. Or anyone, for that matter.”

Nam-Gyu let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, that’s rich. You’re gonna steal a girl from her boyfriend, refuse to date her, and still expect her to stay loyal?” He shook his head, smirking. “Yeah, let me know how that works out for you.”

Thanos stayed quiet, jaw tight, Nam-Gyu’s words rattling in his head long after they left his friend’s mouth.

Was he being stupid? Maybe.

But the thought of you with anyone else made his skin crawl. It wasn’t even just Myung-Gi—though that pissed him off the most. The idea of some random asshole having you, touching you, hearing the sounds you made when you came—fuck, it made him sick.

And that was a problem.

Because he wasn’t supposed to care this much. You were just a means to an end. A way to get under Myung-Gi’s skin, to remind him that he wasn’t untouchable. But now? It wasn’t about Myung-Gi anymore. It was about you. About the way you let Thanos take you apart like you were made for him. About the way you looked at him, like you knew exactly what he was doing but still wanted more.

It was fucked up. It was possessive. And it was only getting worse.

If he was smart, he’d record the damn video, drop it in Myung-Gi’s lap, and be done with it.

But Thanos wasn’t feeling very smart these days.

———————

Thanos’ text came through at the worst possible moment. You had been trying to keep it together with Myung-Gi, pretending everything was fine while your mind raced with thoughts of him. The last thing you wanted right now was to face what you were about to do, but there was no avoiding it.

The message was simple: “I’m outside, quickie in the car?”

Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and dread flooding your chest. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before, but this time it felt different. You’d been spending more time with Myung-Gi lately, trying to make the relationship work because, well, you didn’t have much of a choice. Not after he didn’t let you break up with him a few nights ago.

Still, you couldn’t deny the pull towards Thanos. There was something about him—something dangerous, raw, and irresistible.

“Hey,” Myung-Gi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “What are you doing? You seem kinda off.”

You looked up at him, forcing a smile. “Nothing, just tired. I’m fine.”

But the lie didn’t come as easily as it once did. He didn’t seem to buy it either, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you.

“I don’t know…” He hesitated, but then continued. “You’ve been acting strange lately. Is it because of what happened the other night? Are you thinking of dumping me again?” His voice was low, almost playful, but you knew him too well. His paranoia was surfacing.

“No, Myung-Gi,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, even to your own ears. “It’s just work stressing me out.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he shrugged it off. “Alright, but if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

You nodded, and his attention returned to his phone as he laid back on the couch. Your eyes flickered back to your phone screen, and there it was again—the message from Thanos, blinking in your notifications.

“I’m outside, quickie in the car?”

You wanted to say no. You should say no. But you could feel the temptation gnawing at you. You had told yourself before this—Thanos—was just a phase. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t entirely true. You were craving something more, you had been long before you met Thanos. Craving something Thanos could give you, and Myung-Gi never would.

You glanced over at Myung-Gi, still distracted by his phone. He hadn’t looked at you the same way in a while. Maybe he knew you were pulling away, maybe he didn’t. Either way, you had a chance—just a little one.

You stood up, pulling your phone out of your pocket, debating what to do. You didn’t have an excuse prepared. He’d never let you leave this apartment without a reason.

Think fast.

But then, in the back of your mind, you knew what to say. The lie was simple, easy enough to sell.

“I’m just going to grab something from my car,” you said, your voice casual, as if you did this every day. “Be back in a minute.”

Myung-Gi barely looked up. “Alright, just don’t take too long.”

You nodded, relief flooding you. You grabbed your keys and slipped out the door before he could say anything else, the weight of the moment settling in as you made your way down the stairs.

By the time you reached the car, your heart was racing, but there was no turning back now.

You opened the door to Thanos’ car without hesitation. He was sitting in the driver’s seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed you. No words were needed. You didn’t even need to say anything—he already knew.

The second you slid into the passenger seat, Thanos could already see it in your eyes—you needed it.

“Lock the door,” he muttered, barely getting the words out before you were climbing over the console, straddling his lap like you had no time to waste.

“Missed you,” you whispered, lips grazing his neck as you rolled your hips against him, and fuck, he could feel how warm you were even through your clothes.

But all he could think about was what he’d seen the other night. You against Myung-Gi’s car, letting him fuck you right there in public like you didn’t have a damn ounce of shame.

It made his blood boil.

“Yeah? You missed me?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back so you were looking him in the eye. “That why you let him fuck you against his car like some cheap slut?”

Your eyes widened, lips parting like you wanted to deny it, but you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, you just whimpered, your thighs squeezing around him.

Thanos scoffed. His other hand slid between your legs, pressing against your cunt through your shorts. “Bet you didn’t suck him off first, though. Bet you don’t get on your knees for him.”

His fingers curled, dragging the fabric tighter against you, making you gasp.

He smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He let go of your hair, pushing his seat right back, shoving you down onto your knees between his legs. The car was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlamp outside, but he could still see the desperation in your eyes as you fumbled with his belt, like you were starving for it.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, leaning back as you freed his cock, your breath warm against his skin. He grabbed the back of your head, guiding you down. “Come on, señorita. Show me how much you missed me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The second your lips wrapped around him, he groaned, his grip tightening in your hair.

“That’s right,” he murmured, watching as you took more of him, your tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. “Bet you didn’t look this pretty for him, huh? Bet you didn’t let him fuck your throat like this.”

You moaned around him, sending a shiver up his spine. His jaw clenched.

He hated the thought of you with Myung-Gi. Hated the way he saw you against that car, taking him like you liked it. Like you actually enjoyed letting that loser use you.

But this? Right here? This was his.

He tugged you off him, your lips glossy, your breath heavy. “Look at you,” he sneered, thumb swiping at the spit on your chin. “So fucking eager. Do I make you feel that good, baby? Or do you just like being treated like a slut?”

You licked your lips, eyes hooded. “Both.”

His cock twitched. “Fuck,” he exhaled, tilting your chin up.

He fumbled for his wallet, pulling out a condom. “Come here.”

He pulled you back onto his lap, yanking your shorts to the side, not even bothering to take them off. He was too impatient for that.

He lined himself up, teasing your entrance, making you whimper.

“Go on,” he rasped. “Show me who you really belong to.”

Thanos barely gave you a second to adjust before snapping his hips up, burying himself deep inside you. You choked out a moan, hands flying to his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself steady.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands gripping your waist, forcing you to take every inch. “You take anything I give you with a smile on your fucking face, don’t you?”

You could barely respond, your mind clouded with pleasure as he fucked up into you, the car rocking slightly with each thrust. Your fingers dug into his arms, nails raking over his skin.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he watched your face, loving how wrecked you looked already. “Tell me, baby—am I better fuck?”

You whimpered, nodding your head.

“That’s what I thought,” he sneered, smacking your ass, making you jolt. “Poor guy probably thinks he’s got you all to himself, huh? Thinks you’re his loyal little girlfriend while you’re down here letting me fuck you in my car.”

His words sent a thrill through you, the sheer filth of it making your walls tighten around him.

Thanos smirked. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He pressed his forehead against yours, hips snapping harder, making you cry out. “Fucking whore, getting off on cheating on him.”

You barely had time to react when he suddenly stilled. His grip on your waist tightened, and his eyes flicked past you, narrowing.

Then, before you could even ask what was wrong, your phone lit up on the dashboard.

Where the fuck are you?

Your stomach dropped.

Thanos exhaled a sharp laugh, nodding toward the window. “Look who’s looking for you, señorita.”

You twisted your head, heart pounding as you saw Myung-Gi wandering around the parking lot, his phone in his hand, his head on a swivel.

“Shit,” you whispered, ducking down, pressing your forehead against Thanos’ shoulder.

He hummed, smug. “You gonna sneak back upstairs, or risk getting caught with my dick inside you, hmm?”

You cursed under your breath, snatching your phone off the dashboard, fingers flying as you typed out the first excuse you could think of.

‘Went to grab a coffee, be back soon.’

You hit send, praying he wouldn’t question it.

Thanos chuckled darkly, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you back up to look at him.

“You really think he’s gonna buy that?”

You swallowed, feeling your phone buzz again. Myung-Gi’s reply popped up.

‘Hurry up.’

You sighed in relief.

Thanos smirked. “Guess you got away with it this time.”

Then, before you could even breathe, he gripped your hips and thrust.

You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders as he started fucking up into you again, harder this time, his grip bruising.

“But next time, baby?” His lips brushed your ear, his voice low and full of promise.

“I might just want you to get caught.”

———————

The bass thumped deep in your chest, neon lights flashing overhead as you weaved through the packed bodies of Club Pentagon. You could already feel the heat of the night clinging to your skin, your blood buzzing from the drinks you’d downed, the energy in the club electric.

But none of that had you on edge.

No, it was him.

Thanos had been watching you since the second you stepped inside. His gaze had burned through the crowd, dragging over your body like a physical touch, making you hyperaware of every inch of skin your dress left exposed.

And the best part?

This time, you told him you’d be here.

It wasn’t like the other nights where he just showed up out of nowhere, finding you when you swore you’d been careful. No, you sent him the text. You told him Myung-Gi wouldn’t be here.

And Thanos had made damn sure to take you up on the invitation.

Now, he leaned against the bar, watching you from across the room with that lazy, half-lidded look that made your stomach twist. He wasn’t drinking, wasn’t flirting with anyone else—he was just standing there, waiting.

Waiting for you.

Your fingers tightened around your glass, your pulse hammering in your throat as you turned back to your friend, pretending like you weren’t about to do something reckless.

But you could feel him.

Feel his gaze tracing the hem of your dress. Feel the way his jaw tensed when you laughed at something your friend said. Feel the heat of his stare as you threw back the rest of your drink, a silent challenge sparking in your chest.

You ran a hand through your hair, tilting your head just enough to catch his eye across the dance floor. Your lips curved into a small, knowing smirk before you turned away, pushing deeper into the crowd.

It didn’t take long.

Within seconds, you felt him behind you.

His chest brushed your back, his hands sliding low over your waist, fingers pressing into your hips as he leaned in close.

“Real cute,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm. “Trying to make me come find you.”

Your heart stuttered, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you rolled your hips back against him, feeling the sharp inhale he took behind you.

“Didn’t have to look very hard, did you?”

His fingers tightened, and you barely had a second to catch your breath before he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall beside the DJ booth.

His hands flattened against the wall on either side of your head, his body crowding into yours, and suddenly, the music felt muffled.

All you could hear was him.

“You did this on purpose,” he said, his voice low.

Your lips parted, heat curling in your stomach at the intensity in his eyes. “Did what?”

His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he glanced down at your dress. “This. Wearing that. Telling me you’d be here.”

You exhaled a slow breath, tilting your chin up. “Maybe.”

His fingers twitched at his sides. “You know I can’t keep my hands to myself when you pull shit like this.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

Thanos cursed under his breath, his restraint snapping as he grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your breath hitched, your hands sliding up his chest as he dipped his head, his lips ghosting over yours. “I should make you pay for that little stunt you pulled at the bar,” he murmured. “Acting like I wasn’t gonna come claim you the second I saw you.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt, heart racing. “What are you gonna do about it?”

His smirk was downright lethal.

Then, he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle.

His lips crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth and need, and you gasped, your back arching against the wall as his hands gripped your ass, lifting you just enough to feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh.

It was reckless. It was stupid.

And you didn’t give a single fuck.

Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, drinking in the way he groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just how he liked.

The music pounded around you, the crowd oblivious, but you could feel eyes on you.

And you liked it.

Thanos broke the kiss just long enough to nip at your jaw, his teeth grazing your pulse. “Tell me to stop,” he muttered against your skin.

You didn’t.

Instead, you rolled your hips against him, chasing the friction. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His breath hitched, his grip tightening. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, angel.”

A shiver ran through you at the pet name, but before you could respond—

A movement caught your eye.

Across the room, a familiar face turned in your direction, his brow furrowing.

Your stomach plummeted.

One of Myung-Gi’s friends.

Fuck.

Thanos followed your gaze, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Who’s that?” he murmured, his tone suddenly sharp, all the teasing from earlier gone.

You swallowed hard, trying not to panic. “One of Myung-Gi’s friends,” you whispered, your nails digging into the front of Thanos’ shirt. “I’m so fucked.”

Thanos’ jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he tracked the guy’s movements.

The friend wasn’t looking directly at you anymore, but he had definitely seen something. He wasn’t heading for you—not yet—but he was still in the club, still close.

“Is it bad that part of me wants him to find out?” you said, voice barely cutting through the pounding bass.

Thanos’ brows pulled together, his grip on your waist tightening. “The fuck are you talking about?”

You exhaled, glancing away. “I tried to break up with him.”

His expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Figured if I’m cheating on him, I shouldn’t be with him, right?” You let out a humorless laugh. “But he wouldn’t let me.”

Thanos’ face hardened. “What do you mean, wouldn’t let you?”

You swallowed, shrugging like it was nothing, even though you could feel the way Thanos’ body tensed. “I don’t know… he just talked me out of it. Made me feel bad.”

Thanos scoffed, shaking his head. “He talked you out of it?” His voice was laced with irritation. “So what—you tell him you’re done, and he gives you some sob story, and now you can’t leave?”

You stayed quiet.

That was exactly what had happened.

Thanos let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “That’s fucking cute.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a goddamn idiot.” His hand slid lower on your waist, fingers digging in possessively. “You think he gets to decide whether or not you leave him? That’s not how this works, baby.”

You exhaled sharply, glancing around, suddenly hyperaware of how close you were to him, how easily his body caged you in. “It’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple,” he interrupted. “You don’t want him? Fucking leave him.” He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to your lips before dragging back up. “You wanna keep sneaking around with me, or you wanna be mine for real?”

Your stomach flipped, pulse hammering in your ears. You knew he wasn’t asking because he was some lovesick fool.

You didn’t answer, and Thanos exhaled sharply through his nose. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Then at least act like you belong to me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

“So what?” you challenged, crossing your arms. “I dump him, and then what? You gonna play boyfriend? We gonna play house?”

Thanos tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You wanna play house, baby?” he hummed.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I want to know what the fuck you really want from me.” Your voice was sharp, demanding, but beneath it, there was something else—something unsure. “Because I know you don’t actually care about me, so what is it, Thanos? What do you really want?”

Thanos looked at you—really looked at you.

This was supposed to be for revenge. That was the whole fucking point. Get close to you, fuck with Myung-Gi’s head, then ruin him. Simple.

But staring at you now, with that fire in your eyes, the way you challenged him like no one else did, he didn’t know what the fuck this was anymore.

This was messy. He was messy.

Because if this was just about revenge, why did it feel like his stomach was in knots every time you spoke? Why did he hate the idea of you leaving Myung-Gi only to be with someone else? Why did he keep pushing, pulling, keeping you close instead of just taking what he needed and leaving?

Why did it feel like no matter how much he touched you, it was never enough?

Thanos exhaled, his jaw tight. He wanted to say something cocky, something smooth, but the words didn’t come. Because for once in his fucking life, he didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know.”

[urdsstiny]

I WANNA BE YOURS | hamzah

the past few days had been challenging for both Hamzah and his roommate, you. your relationship was always a bit strange; you never viewed each other as anything beyond friends, but that was a far cry from the truth.

occasionally, you’d find yourself entwined with him, breathless and sweaty, yet either of you ever discussed it or reflected on those moments. you were just roommates—nothing more.

however, when you brought a reoccurring guest home again, hamzah felt a wave of confusion wash over him. jealously was definitely a part of it. and now, she was introducing them again.

as hamzah stepped into the apartment, he took off his hat with a sigh as it hit the floor. he had been busy filming a vlog all day with martin and hadn’t even noticed that you had brought that guy over again until he emerged from your bedroom, shirtless. from the flushed look on his face, hamzah knew why he’d come over.

"hey dude." the guy greeted him as he brushed by him to the door, a cocky smile on his face. as soon as the guy entered his field of vision, he felt anger boil in his veins. the guys cocky little smirk just making him even more irritated.

"hey." hamzah replied back, forcing a small smile. he moved his gaze away from the guys semi-exposed chest to you, who was exiting your bedroom with a yawn. you didn’t noticed him at first, only finally spotting him when you entered the kitchen. “oh, hey. how was work?”

as you crossed into the kitchen, hamzah followed behind, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "it was alright." he replied, his gaze still eyeing the guy through the window, watching him walk down the sidewalk with a few of his friends.

hamzah looked away as he leaned back in the chair. "y'know, it's kind of strange that you've been bringing that guy over so often." you frowned slightly as you began to make some noodles, too late at night to justify anything more.

"how is that strange?" seeing you begin to mess with the noodles, brought hamzah’s attention away from the window and to you. though his frown stayed on his face. "because it just is. i mean who is he? and does he have to come shirtless every time you bring him over?"

"well," you smirk, "he's gonna end up naked anyways. it's called time saving." you joked as you looked back at hamzah, realising he was not finding it as amusing as you.

and just like that, the irritation was back. the mention of the guy ending up naked and you sleeping with him, just made it worse. he scoffed, bringing a hand to his forehead with a sigh, before mumbling something under his breath.

"what was that?" you asked, not realising you were poking the bear with your question. he raised his head, looking you in the eyes. “you really want to know what i said?" he asked, moving his hand to grip the edge of the table.

you nodded, words failing you as you watched his eyes darken. they looked over your body, clad in an oversized shirt and shorts that were invisible underneath the top. it made hamzah's heart pound harder against his ribcage. he stood from the seat before moving to you, stopping once he was directly in front of you. his gaze scanning over your body before meeting your eyes. "i said, that i'm sick of that guy coming around."

"why?" you lose your nerve slightly at him so close to you "it's not as if he bothers you." as soon as you replied back, the thought of that guy touching you in all of the places that make you squirm, filled his mind. hamzah took a step closer, crowding you up against the counter. "but he does bother me."

"why? did he do something?”

"yes, he did do something. he came here." hamzah replied, voice dropping to a near whisper, his gaze going down to your lips for a split second. your chuckles grew dry as you realised what he was implying. you stood silent for a moment, glancing up at him. "are you jealous, hamzah?"

hamzah's jaw tightened at the mention of jealousy, his gaze hardening. "no." he replied, the lie leaving a bad taste in his mouth. he was jealous, so jealous. he leaned down, his face mere inches away from your own. "why would i be jealous?"

"because you wish you were him.” you choked out, trying to keep the same confidence you had entered the conversation with. it was hard with him looming over you, his gaze making you tremble.

hamzah froze, feeling his heart pound even harder. you were right. he wanted to be the one. he pushed away the thought, trying to fight the growing urge to pin you against the counter. "why would i want that?" he asked, looking straight into your eyes.

you smiled, giving him a sultry look as you answered. "i'm not answering that for you, hamzah." you stated before turning, finishing your noodles. the moment you turned, showing more of your thighs as your shirt rode up, hamzah swallowed as he took in the sight.

he fought the urge to grab your waist and pull you to him, the look on your face making him want to rip away that shirt. he watched as you finished up your noodles, still fighting against the growing urge to touch you. he knew he should leave the kitchen but he couldn't bring himself to move.

you finished with making your food, standing still as you waited to see if hamzah was going to make a move. your chest pounded as you waited on something, anything, words or even just touch. you craved it.

you just standing there, waiting for his next move... it was driving him crazy. he needed to touch you, he needed to hear you say his name. hamzah's hands came to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. your thin shirts the only thing separating the two of you.

you felt his hands come forward to grip your hips as he leaned down into your ear. he pressed up closely against your back, the feel of his hard chest against you making your skin ignite. he leaned forward, his breath fanning over your ear.

"do you have any idea of what you do to me." he questioned, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. you giggled, and his grip tightened. "maybe."

hamzah's jaw clenched at your response, the grip on your hips tightening. "you’re brat." he whispered, before biting your earlobe. you spun around, his hands moving down slightly as you leaned forward. "what are you gonna do?"

his hands slid to your backside, gripping hard. hamzah looked into your eyes before suddenly picking you up, placing you on the counter. "i think we both know the answer to that." you smirked as you finally leaned in, pressing your lips to his while your hands gripped his shoulders.

he leaned in, meeting you halfway as he pushed his lips against yours, his hands moving up to thread through your hair. hamzah pulled away for just a moment, taking in the sight before him. "i can't stand that there's other guys out there touching you." he said, before connecting his lips to your own once more.

hamzah started pressing small kisses along your jawline, before moving down to your neck. once he reached your sweet spot, he bit down on the sensitive flesh, before sucking and marking it red. he pulled back, staring at the mark before growling and attaching himself to your neck once more.

"that's not m'fault." you murmured as you moved ur neck to give him more access. "i know it's not." he replied against your neck, he slowly moved down, leaving a large trail of marks along your neck, before he reached the hem of your shirt. pulling away for a moment, he looked into your eyes as he tugged on the material. "this really needs to come off."

"i’m not having another one nightstand with you, hamzah." you couldn't be only with him once. he was addictive. he watched as you grew vulnerable, and for a moment, he knew then that was it for him. he would never want anyone else.

he watched as you grew vulnerable, and for a moment, he knew then that was it for him. he would never want anyone else. he shook the thought away, before leaning forward, so his mouth was close to your ear. "i don't want a one nightstand either." he replied, his fingers tugging on the shirt. "i want to make you mine, and only mine."

“make me yours, hamzah.”

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 21

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Heavy themes, Please proceed with caution.

As Josh pulled into the driveway of his Pensacola home, Delilah still wasn’t sure if she had made the right decision by coming with him. But a part of her—one she wasn’t ready to acknowledge just yet—needed something from him. Maybe closure. Maybe comfort. Maybe just the smallest reassurance that she hadn’t been completely alone in this, even if he had acted like it.

She had been to this house before, more times than she cared to count. She remembered the things they had done within these walls—the passion, the mistakes, the irreversible choices. She had wrecked what little remained of her relationship with André here, let herself sink deeper into Josh even when she knew she shouldn’t. Hell, for all she knew, this was the very place where she had conceived the baby she was no longer carrying.

She didn’t want to be here. Not like this.

But here she was, two days on.

Josh had been careful with her since her arrival. He carried her bag inside without her asking, even though it was light. He’d made sure she had the master bedroom instead of the guest room, wanting her to be comfortable. He cooked. He made sure she ate, even when she barely had an appetite. And he gave her space, never pushing, never crowding her.

It should have been enough. It wasn’t.

She noticed the way he watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way he hovered when she sat too still for too long, like he was waiting for her to break apart. The way he clenched his jaw when he caught her staring off into nothing, lost in thoughts she didn’t want to voice. She noticed all of it, and she hated that a part of her still wanted to let him take care of her, even when she wasn’t sure she could forgive him.

Tonight, he made dinner again. Grilled salmon with a rich, buttery garlic sauce, roasted potatoes crisped to perfection, and tender broccoli seasoned just right. The aroma filled the kitchen, warm and inviting, but Delilah didn’t have it in her to be impressed.

“Eat,” he said, pushing a plate in front of her.

She barely looked at it. “I’m not hungry.”

He sighed and sat across from her. “You gotta eat, babe. You’re in recovery.”

She scoffed at the concern in his voice, pushing the plate away. “Don’t act like you care now. You ain’t care before.”

Josh exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. His jaw flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He looked like he was debating something internally, his chest rising and falling in steady, measured breaths. Then, finally, he spoke.

“I didn’t wanna make the same mistake again.”

His voice was low, almost like he was talking to himself, and Delilah frowned slightly, watching him. “What?” 

He looked down at his hands, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles, avoiding her gaze.

“Tameka was pregnant once,” he said after a beat, “Way before we got married. Before our boys. Before I even got into WWE.”

The room seemed to shrink, his words slicing through the silence between them. Delilah was too stunned to say anything, just listened to this brand new piece of information, her fingers curled around the sleeves of her hoodie.

Josh let out a short, humorless laugh. “We were just kids. Nineteen, barely twenty. And I…” He paused, his shoulders tensing. “I was so caught up in makin’ somethin’ of myself. Proving to my pops that I wasn’t gonna end up a fuck-up. That I wasn’t gonna waste my shot.”

Delilah’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t interrupt.

Josh’s lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze was distant, lost somewhere in the past. “So when she told me she was pregnant, I didn’t even think. Didn’t even consider what she might’ve wanted. I just told her…” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply before forcing the words out. “I told her to get rid of it.”

Delilah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her hoodie.

Josh’s expression twisted, something dark passing over his face. “I didn’t give her a say. Just laid it out like it was the only option. We were broke, barely getting by. Had all these dreams, all these plans. And a baby didn’t fit into that.” His jaw clenched. “I gaslit her into doin’ it. Made her think it was her choice when really, I took it away from her before she even had the chance.”

The room felt unbearably still, like even the air had thickened, waiting for his next words.

Josh dragged a hand down his face, his shoulders sagging. “After that…we were never the same.”

Delilah felt something inside her shift, but she kept quiet, watching him closely.

“We stayed together, though,” Josh continued after a long pause. His voice sounded rough, strained. “Probably ‘cause we didn’t know anything else. We got married. Had two boys down the line. But…” His lips pressed together, his eyes shadowed. “That time in our lives? It cracked us. And we never fixed it.”

The weight of his words pressed heavy between them. The dim light in the kitchen flickered slightly, casting soft shadows across Josh’s face, making him look even more worn down.

“I still regret it. Regret takin’ that choice away from her. Regret the way I made her feel like it was never even a question.” He let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “So when you told me you was pregnant, I told myself I wouldn’t make the same mistake. I wouldn’t push you, wouldn’t make the choice for you.”

His eyes lifted to hers then, something raw and unguarded in his gaze. “I thought I was doin’ the right thing this time.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “But I still fucked it up. ‘Cause instead of pushin’ you one way, I just… left you alone. And I hate myself for that, baby girl. I’m sorry.”

Silence settled between them again, thick and suffocating.

Delilah’s chest ached, something unfamiliar twisting inside her. She had never expected to hear this from him. Had never expected this kind of vulnerability.

Josh let out a slow breath, glancing down at the plate of untouched food between them. “I’ll leave you to it,” he murmured, voice quieter now, like he’d already decided she wouldn’t say anything back.

And then, before she could find the words to respond, he slowly pushed back his chair and stood, his movements heavy, like he was carrying all his regrets on his broad, tattooed shoulders. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the kitchen with nothing but the remnants of his confession and the silence that followed.

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The next morning, Delilah woke with Josh’s confession still weighing down on her. His words echoed in her mind all through last night, layering over everything she’d thought she knew about him. She never would have imagined hearing something like that from him—never expected to see that kind of raw regret in his face.

She stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do with it all.

By the time she wandered out of the bedroom, Josh was already in the kitchen, standing by the stove with a mug of coffee in one hand, his phone in the other. He looked up as soon as she stepped into view, his expression unreadable, but she caught the way his shoulders stiffened slightly. Like he wasn’t sure where they stood now...If she was still angry, if things had shifted, if anything had changed at all.

She wasn’t sure, either.

The silence between them felt heavier than usual, weighed down by everything he had told her the night before. She moved toward the cabinets, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if she were giving herself time to find the right words.

Josh cleared his throat, shifting his weight. “You sleep okay?”

She shrugged, glancing at him briefly before looking away again. “You?”

He scoffed under his breath. “Not really.”

Neither of them said anything further. The only sound in the kitchen was the faint hum of the refrigerator, the quiet clink of her nail tapping against the glass. She took a sip of water before finally speaking. “You never told me any of that before.”

Josh exhaled sharply, setting his coffee down. “Yeah,” he said after a beat. “I know.  I don’t talk about it,” he admitted. “Not to nobody. Only my mom, Jon and Joe know everything.”

She studied him, noting the tiredness in his face, the way his jaw was tight like he was bracing himself for her response.

She could’ve unloaded on him again. Could’ve thrown it in his face that what he did to Tameka had bled into what he did to her. But for the first time since this whole mess started, she wasn’t sure she wanted to fight anymore.

She sighed, setting her glass down. “I didn’t know what to say,” she confessed.

Josh nodded once, looking down. “Didn’t expect you to say anything.”

Another silence. But it wasn’t as heavy as before.

Delilah crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “You think telling me makes it better?”

Josh’s head lifted, his expression conflicted. “No,” he said honestly. “I just…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I just needed you to know why I did what I did.”

Delilah stared at him for a long moment, the fight inside her settling into something else. Something softer. He looked wrecked, like the weight of his past mistakes was suffocating him.

And maybe she still wasn’t sure if she could forgive him completely. But she was seeing him in a whole different light. Things were not as black and white as she’d assumed.

She turned away first, grabbing a plate from the drying rack. “You make breakfast?”

Josh blinked, like he wasn’t sure he heard her right. This was the first time since she got here that she wasn’t fighting him over eating. His lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile. “Yeah,” he said, nodding toward the pan on the stove. “You want some?”

She hesitated for only a second before sitting at the table. “Yeah,” she murmured.

Josh moved slow as he grabbed a plate, loading it with food, his hands steady but careful. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the space, carrying a warmth that almost made things feel… okay. Almost. He set the plate in front of her, then took his seat across from her, his own plate in front of him. Delilah hesitated before picking up her fork, stealing a glance at him. They ate in silence; not the heavy, suffocating kind that had been lingering between them since they got here, but something lighter. Tentative. Like they were both trying to find some kind of normal again. He wasn’t looking at her, but he wasn’t as shut off as before, either. It felt like a shift, small but noticeable. Like maybe, just maybe, they were getting somewhere.

And then she spoke.

“So, what’s the plan?” she asked, her voice breaking the fragile peace between them. “We just gon’ sit here, pretend like everything’s fine?”

Josh’s jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face before shaking his head.

“Ain’t shit fine, baby girl,” he admitted, his voice low, hoarse. “Ain’t been fine for a long time.”

It slipped out before he could stop it. Before he could shove it down where it belonged.

“Josh,” she whispered, leaning back to get a better look at him. He was tense, fists planted on the counter, his body coiled like he was fighting himself. Holding too much in.

“I wish…” she started, but her voice faltered. She exhaled, trying again. “I wish things were different. I really do.”

Josh let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head before she could see the tear sliding down his face. “Nah, you don’t,” he muttered. “I don’t. You did the right thing.” His voice was rough, like he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince…her or himself.

Her stomach twisted. “Did I?” she murmured, “Did I do the right thing?”

He didn’t answer.

Frustration bubbled up in her chest, her hand slamming down on the counter. “Dammit, Josh, tell me the truth!”

He drew in a sharp breath, his shoulders rising with the effort. She hated the way her voice trembled, betraying the panic she was trying to contain.

“I need you to open up to me. I need you to talk to me. I need you to tell me it’s gonna be alright!”

Josh shot to his feet so fast she flinched. He braced himself against the sink, glowering. “You wanna hear it’s gonna be alright? That you gon’ get so caught up in your career you ain’t never gon’ think about what happened?” His voice was sharp, raw. “That you’ll feel guilty for a couple weeks, then move on like it never happened? That what you did won’t haunt you?”

Delilah stared at him, shocked.

Josh’s breath came hard and uneven, like he was fighting to keep something dangerous locked inside.

His voice was hoarse when he continued, “Because that ain’t how it works.”

Delilah barely had a second to process the shift in his tone before he kept going, his words tumbling out like he wasn’t even talking to her anymore—like he was talking to a ghost. His eyes weren’t on her anymore—not really. They were distant, unfocused, locked onto something only he could see.

“You gon’ think about it every fuckin’ day of your life,” he murmured, almost like a confession. His jaw clenched, his shoulders tight, like the weight of his own thoughts was suffocating him. “You gon’ wonder who the kid was gonna look like. Beautiful like you? Athletic like both of us?” His breath hitched. “You gon’ wonder if he woulda loved this business like you do. If he woulda understood the choices you made.”

Her stomach twisted, her throat closing up.

But Josh wasn’t done. “And you gon’ question yourself,” he pushed on, his tone rough, ragged. “Was it worth it? Was the cost worth it?” His eyes darkened, haunted. “How many chances do you get before you just a lost cause? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why does every single person you actually care about end up pushin’ you away?”

Before she could stop him—before she could even think to—his fist shot out, slamming straight through the cabinet above the sink. A guttural roar ripped from his throat, raw and broken, tearing through the walls, the floorboards—through her. Making her jump. The entire kitchen shook with the force of it.

The room was still.

Too still.

Josh stood there, his head bowed, his shoulders heaving, blood beginning to smear across his knuckles from the splintered wood. His fingers flexed, his entire body trembling with the weight of something too big for him to hold onto anymore.

And just like that, she realized—

Josh wasn’t just grieving this.

He was grieving everything.

Her heart hammered.

“Josh?” Her voice was small, cautious.

He didn’t turn around. Just stood there, breathing heavy, fist still clenched. “You shoulda never met me,” he muttered, voice thick with frustration and something worse—self-loathing. “You shoulda never got caught up in my bullshit.”

Her throat tightened.

“I ruin everything,” he went on, more to himself than to her. “My marriage. My kids. You. I fucked up your relationship. I let myself fall in love with you, and I still fucked that up.”

She gulped. “Josh—”

His voice was almost a whisper now, and when he finally turned to look at her, she swore she felt her heart crack. He looked wrecked, like everything was finally crushing him. “I ain’t deserve you, baby. You needed me, and I wasn’t there. Again. I don’t…I don’t know how to live with that.”

Delilah’s breath shuddered out of her. She had never seen him like this before—this vulnerable, this broken.

She wished like hell she could find the right words. Something to ease this noose he’d tied around his own neck, the pain he had been holding in for longer than anyone had ever known. But what could she say? What could possibly make this easier?

Her feet moved before she even made the decision, carrying her toward him. His head remained bowed, hands gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

Wordlessly, she reached for his hand, her fingers tentative as they wrapped around his. His knuckles were raw, split in places where the impact had broken the skin. Blood smeared across his skin, a stark contrast against the roughness of his hands. She didn’t speak. There was nothing to say that could touch the depth of what had just happened. 

Instead, she grabbed a clean cloth, dampened it under the sink, and carefully dabbed at his wounds.

Josh didn’t pull away. He just stood there, chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing, watching her in silence. The room felt impossibly small. The pressure of everything between them pulsed through in the air, pressing in from all sides.

When the blood was mostly gone, and his skin was as clean as it could be, Delilah hesitated. Then, before she could second-guess herself, she lifted his battered hand to her lips, pressing the softest kiss to the bruised skin.

A shudder ran through Josh’s body, his fingers twitching slightly against hers.

Delilah lingered, her lips on his skin, before finally pulling away. But she didn’t let go. Not yet.

“Listen to me,” she whispered, holding his gaze until he finally looked at her. His eyes were dark, stormy with too many emotions at once. “The only reason we’re not together, Josh? The only reason is because of our careers. But I need you to hear me when I say this,” she inhaled, her fingers trailing up to brush against the rough stubble on his cheek. “If it weren’t for that…”

Josh’s breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling too fast.

She knew what she was saying. She knew he knew it too. If it weren’t for the business, the schedules, the pressure—if it weren’t for all the things that had pulled them apart—there wouldn’t have been a reason to let go at all.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to respond, but he didn’t. He just held her gaze, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

Josh took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. His own words had drained him in a way he hadn’t expected, exposing more of himself than he ever had before. He wasn’t the guy who spilled his emotions, who let people in on his demons. It wasn’t who he was, and yet here he stood, completely unraveled in front of her.

And now? He didn’t know if he was touched by what she said—or just embarrassed by the depths of his feelings for her.

“If it weren’t for that,” he repeated sullenly, shaking his head.

The room was too small. The air too thick. His head spun, his pulse hammering in his ears. With a rough exhale, he shook his head and turned away from her. “Nah, man,” he muttered, taking a step back. He needed space. Distance. He had to get the fuck out of here before he did something he couldn’t take back.

Delilah caught his wrist before he could walk past her.

"Josh, don’t," she whispered, her voice pleading.

He hesitated, every muscle in his body tensing.

“Please don’t leave again,” she murmured, her fingers tightening around his wrist. “Just… stay.”

Josh closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

And then, slowly, his hand turned in hers, his fingers threading through hers like muscle memory.

He pulled her closer, his forehead pressing gently against hers. His grip on her hand tightened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Delilah squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing against the lump in her throat as she leaned into his kiss.

Neither of them moved away.

Instead, Josh pulled her in, wrapping his arms tighter around her like he was afraid to let go. His hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her thick, curly hair, holding her close as if he could somehow shield her from the pain neither of them could outrun.

Delilah clung to him, her fists gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, desperate, shaking. The first sob tore through her before she could stop it, and then there was no holding back. Her tears soaked into his chest, his warmth the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.

Josh wasn’t any better. His breath hitched, rough and uneven, his own tears slipping silently down his face, disappearing into her hair. He didn’t try to stop them, didn’t fight against the weight of the grief pressing into his chest. He just held her, letting the pain crash over them both.

The kitchen was quiet, save for their breathing; ragged, broken. The way their hearts pounded against each other, as if trying to make sense of what they had lost.

No words. No empty reassurances. Just the unspoken understanding that, for this moment, neither of them had to grieve alone.

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A/N: One more chapter to go.

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[enchantresss97]

I know I am late with this...

I was contemplating if I should make this a one shot or not, but it's too much so it will be two parts, three at best. Let's see...

Hope y'all will like.

Characters: Au!Eric Draven (Bill Skarsgård) x reader

Description: This is a Au!Eric Draven, no Shelly involved(although is another girl, no, is not the girl from this chapter, it's more darker than this), no Roeg and no powers, other than that is still the Eric we know. He is powerful, dangerous, and infamous for his violent reputation, he’s someone people know to stay away from. A man whose name strikes fear in the hearts of many. His presence is commanding, intimidating. He’s not the type to open up, but when he locks eyes with you, there’s an undeniable tension that pulses in the air between you two. It’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you, the subtle flirting, and the dangerous charm that seems to surround him. You never imagined to meet him, but here you are, caught in a web of questions. Where will this lead? Can there be something more between you two? Will you end up friends, or is there something darker, more complicated in store? You can’t deny the tension, the attraction, it’s palpable. Could something truly happen between you and him? Only time will tell, but you can’t help but wonder: where will this take you?

Warning: (the warnings are for the whole story, not just this chapter) language, angst, drugs, alcohol, blood, guns, sex (at this point you know me), cheating.

Word count: 4794

Dark Gravity

It was a beautiful summer evening, the kind where the air felt warm and light, and the city hummed with the sounds of people enjoying the night. You and your friend Lily walked down the bustling streets, laughing and chatting, ice cream in hand. The evening felt easy, like everything was just right.

As you walked, Lily pulled out her phone, checking a message. “Mark just texted me,” she said, her tone bright. “He invited us over to his place tonight. You wanna come?”

You nodded without hesitation. “Sure, sounds good.”

The two of you made your way toward Mark’s place, the night unfolding in a natural rhythm.

Your friend was absorbed in her phone, typing a response, and you continued to chat casually, the conversation flowing without interruption. It wasn’t long before you found yourselves just a few blocks away from Mark’s apartment.

Your friend’s phone buzzed again, and she glanced down at it. “Mark’s not home yet,” she said, tapping out a reply. “He’ll be there in about five minutes. He said we should just go ahead and go up to his apartment. He gave me the intercom number, so we can get in and wait for him.” You both turned toward the building, the moment of hesitation passing quickly.

Just as you entered the building, the soft sound of rain began tapping on the pavement outside. It started slow, but quickly grew into a steady drizzle.

The air cooled, and the city’s usual sounds grew softer, muffled by the rain. Your friend led the way, pressing the intercom button and announcing your arrival. As the door clicked open, you stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the building as the cool rain fell outside.

The hallway was narrow, dimly lit, and quiet. Lily stepped to the side, holding her phone up to her ear as she began speaking to Mark. You didn’t catch most of the conversation, something about him being close and running late, but when she came back to you, she looked a little distracted. “He’ll be here in a minute,” she said, with a slight smile. “He’s almost here, but he’s coming with Eric and a few other friends.”

You froze.

The name Eric sent a chill down your spine. You knew Mark and Eric were friends, everyone knew that, but you never thought it would actually happen that you’d meet him in person. Sure, you’d heard the rumors.

Everyone had.

But hearing that Eric would be coming back with Mark… it wasn’t a surprise, but it still felt like a punch to the stomach.

“I don’t want to be around him,” you said quickly, your voice catching. Lily looked at you, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t want to be near him,” you said, your voice softer now. “He’s… dangerous, you know?”

Your friend seemed to take it lightly, shrugging as she continued to chat with Mark on the phone. But you couldn’t shake the unease in your chest.

You didn’t want to be here, not with Eric showing up.

“I’m going to leave,” you said, stepping back toward the stairs.

Your friend didn’t try to stop you. She went back to her phone, talking quietly to Mark, as you made your way toward the stairs.

You hurried down, eager to leave, but as you reached the door to the building suddenly opened and you collided with something—or rather, someone.

A sharp jolt of impact shot through you as you bumped into him, the force almost knocking you off balance.

“Boo!” he said with a smirk on his face.

The sudden sound, sharp and unexpected, made your heart skip a beat. You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, filling it entirely with his presence.

There,

There he was.

A tall figure, broad shouldered, cloaked in shadow, his presence looming in the doorway like a dark omen. He stepped forward, the faint light from the hallway revealing just enough, his hoodie pulled low over his face, his frame solid and imposing. The air seemed to thicken around him, the kind of tension you could feel deep in your chest. And in that moment, you knew.

This was Eric.

The stories were true.

He wasn’t a rumor or a name anymore.

He was standing right in front of you, filling the hallway with his silent, almost predatory presence.

The rain had picked up outside, and his figure stood there, drenched, dark water dripping from his hoodie.

You froze, unable to move, unable to even breathe.

The cold air from outside followed him in, a stark contrast to the warmth of the building. Your heart raced, your breath caught and for a second, his eyes met yours for the briefest second, piercing through the dark, and the world seemed to stop.

Then, with a casual shift, he moved past you, his gaze flickering away as he returned to the group. The spell was broken, but the weight of it still lingered. All you could do was watch him as he moved forward, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside of you.

From the hallway, everyone moved into Mark’s apartment, a huge, modern space with sleek furniture and dim lighting.

The living room was spacious, with a large couch in the center, a coffee table in front of it, and a TV on the wall.

Without missing a beat, the group gathered around the table, placing bags of alcohol and other substances down. The air was immediately thick with the smell of smoke as they started pouring drinks and pulling out the cocaine and joints.

Lines of white powder appeared on the table, a few joints rolled and ready to go.

Eric sat down on the couch, removing his wet hoodie with a nonchalant motion. He was shirtless beneath, and as the fabric slid off, the tattoos covering his chest, back and arms were revealed.

The ink was dark and intricate, each design telling its own story.

He had two rings on his fingers, glinting in the low light, and a necklace around his neck that rested on his skin. You could see a piercing in his ear, the glint of metal catching your eye.

He grabbed a joint, lighting it and taking a long drag before exhaling slowly, the smoke curling around him as he leaned back into the couch.

You sat on the opposite side of the couch from him, not far but still not close.

Lily sat beside you, and the others filled in the space between Eric and the rest of the group, the U form shaped couch made you stay in front of each other.

Everyone was crowded together, but you could still feel the distance. You kept yourself involved in the conversation, laughing and joking with the others, but never engaging directly with Eric.

You didn’t want to draw his attention, but somehow, despite your best efforts, he was always looking your way.

Every now and then, when someone said something funny or the laughter peaked, you caught a brief moment when Eric’s eyes flicked toward you.

It wasn’t long, just a second, a fleeting glance, but it was there. And sometimes, when he laughed or something caught his interest, you could feel his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds. Then, as quickly as it came, his attention shifted away, and he was back in the conversation, as if nothing had happened.

It was subtle, the way his eyes moved back and forth from the group to you. And while you tried not to acknowledge it, you couldn’t help but notice. You couldn’t shake the tension, the quiet pull that seemed to hang in the air whenever his eyes found yours.

The night continued with the group drinking and passing around the joints and the cocaine and God knows what else was on that table, but not him, he was just smoking his weed. Eric remained mostly quiet, but every now and then, he’d make a sarcastic remark, a dry laugh cutting through the conversation. His presence felt like a weight, subtle but undeniable.

In this kind of moments, the weight of that realization settled in your chest, you were sitting in the same room as Eric.

The infamous, notorious Eric. You had heard the stories, everyone had. Some were vague whispers, others detailed accounts of things too brutal to be fiction.

One story, in particular, surfaced now, clawing its way to the front of your mind.

A friend once told you about some guys she knew, someone who had seen Eric’s temper firsthand.

He and his friends had been hanging out at someone’s apartment when Eric showed up, uninvited.

He broke in, door swinging open like it was his own home. He wasn’t alone, his friends were with him, but it was Eric who took control of the room. He made himself comfortable, drinking from their bottles, smoking their cigarettes, acting as if he belonged there. Sarcastic, mocking, testing the limits of how far he could push them. And they played along, laughing nervously, nodding, offering him whatever he wanted. Because what else could they do?

But it didn’t matter. By the end of the night, those guys were beaten, bruised, and tied to chairs on the balcony, left out in the freezing winter air until morning. No one called the police. No one dared. And now, here you were. Sitting on the same couch as him.

You glanced at Eric. He was leaning back, relaxed, smilig at one of his friend joke, a joint between his fingers, the glow of it flickering in the dim light. Rings glinted on his hands, tattoos shifting over his skin as he moved. He wasn’t paying attention to you. He wasn’t doing anything threatening. But still, that story sat heavy in your mind, like a warning you couldn’t unhear. You took a slow breath, trying to push it away. A guy like him, with a reputation like his, should look different somehow.

Meaner.

Crueler.

But he didn’t.

You kept your expression neutral, stayed in the flow of the conversation, didn’t let your gaze linger too long. He couldn’t know that, for even a second, because no matter how normal he seemed now, you knew exactly who he was.

As the night wore on, the group’s energy grew, drinks were refilled, and more lines of cocaine appeared. Yet, you remained on the opposite side of the couch from Eric, aware of him, but not willing to give in to whatever strange pull was between you.

Every there and there your eyes would occasionally meet, just for a moment, he never acknowledged it, and neither did you.

The apartment had quieted down.

Lily and Mark had disappeared into his bedroom, drunk and already tangled up in each other before they even shut the door. Their laughter fading behind a closed door.

The guy on the couch—Lucas, maybe?—had knocked out, one arm dangling over the side, mouth slightly open.

The other guy and the girl grabbed their jackets, deciding to run out for more alcohol since they had burned through nearly everything they had brought, saying they’d be back soon with more drinks, though you weren’t sure how soon soon actually was.

And just like that, you were alone with him.

You hadn’t spoken a word to him all night, and he hadn’t spoken to you.

It had been easy enough to blend into the group, laughing at the right moments, nodding along, making sure your gaze didn’t linger too long on him. But now, with only the soft hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath shifting weight, the silence between you felt pointed.

You felt it immediately.

The shift.

You could feel him watching you. The weight of his gaze settling on you, unhurried and deliberate. Still pretending like you weren’t hyper-aware of him.

But when his voice finally cut through the quiet, it was like he had been waiting for the exact moment to speak. “You don’t talk much.”

It wasn’t really a question.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze. “I do.”

He tilted his head slightly, amused. “Not to me"

“I’ve been talking to everyone.”

“Exactly.”

You exhaled, keeping your expression neutral. “I didn’t realize that not throwing myself at you meant I was avoiding you.”

Hesitated, choosing your words carefully next. “You didn’t talk to me either.”

He chuckled, low and quiet. “You don’t even look at me.” He said ignoring your reply.

You held his gaze this time, refusing to break it.

“I’m looking at you now.”

A slow smirk pulled at his lips.

“Yeah,” he murmured, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. “You are.”

The air between you felt charged, like a slow-burning fuse waiting to reach its end. His lips quirked at that, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes.

“You’re trying really hard to act like you’re not affected, are you scared of me?” Your pulse spiked, but you didn’t let it show.

“Should I be?”

That made him smile. Not a full one, just the ghost of amusement curling at the edge of his lips.

Your breath hitched. You didn’t let it show. You wouldn’t. But the look in his eyes told you he already knew. He had known from the second you walked in.

He let the silence stretch just long enough to make you uneasy before he spoke again.

“You’ve heard things about me,” he continued, his voice casual, but his gaze was anything but.

You swallowed, keeping your composure.

“I’ve heard things about everyone in this room.”

“But you don’t avoid them the way you avoid me.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe you’re just imagining things.”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re not as subtle as you think.”

Your fingers curled slightly against your lap, but you didn’t let yourself react. His voice dropped, quieter now.

“Tell me… what exactly did you hear?”

You hesitated.

He leaned in slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Go on,” he prompted, almost teasing. “I wanna hear it.”

You exhaled slowly. “That you’re dangerous.”

Something flickered in his eyes, something dark, unreadable. And then he smirked. “That’s it?”

You hesitated.

He leaned back again, stretching his arms out along the couch. “And? Do I look dangerous to you?”

Yes. But you didn’t say it. Instead, you held your ground. “I don’t know what you look like.”

He let out another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Liar.”

It was dangerous, the way he looked at you. Like he was already pulling you into something you wouldn’t be able to escape from.

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he leaned back, stretching his arms along the couch.

“Alright,” he said suddenly.

“Tell me a song.”

You glanced at him. “Huh?”

“A song,” he repeated, nodding toward the speaker.

“Your favorite. Let’s put it on.” You thought for a second, then told him. He searched for it on his phone, and soon, the song filled the room. He nodded along.

“Oh, this song is amazing,” he said with a low nod, almost to himself, clearly entertained. “You’re a lot more interesting than I thought.”

You let it slide, not biting, and leaned back, glancing at him.

“I like this.” He said giving you a smile.

“Yeah? You raised an eyebrow, surprised. Thought you’d be more of a… I don’t know, louder kind of guy.”

He smirked. “I’ve got layers.”

Before you could reply, he picked up his phone and switched the track. The new song started, a slower, smoother melody, but with a beat that got under your skin.

“This one. Tell me what you think.” He said.

The beat dropped, and you felt a subtle shift in the air, the way the music filled the space around you, giving a strange warmth to the room.

You smiled. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” He leaned back, hands behind his head.

“It’s got that vibe, right? Kinda makes you want to just… let go.” There it was again, another layer, a little deeper. He wasn’t just talking about the music.

You tapped your fingers along with it, nodding your approval.

“You know,” you said, shifting slightly on the couch,

“This actually isn’t so bad. I thought you’d be the type to only play heavy stuff, but… this is good.”

Eric grinned, clearly pleased with your response.

“Told you, I’m full of surprises.”

You laughed, leaning back.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. You’ve got a good taste in music.”

“Right? Told you we’d get along,” he said, nudging you slightly, almost like he was testing the waters.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Hmm, maybe… You just might be redeeming yourself.”

Eric smirked, eyes locking with yours for just a moment. “Well, I’m always up for a little redemption, if you’re offering.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you couldn’t deny that little rush that came with his words. “We’ll see about that.”

The conversation shifted as you both started talking about other things, light and easy. Music turned into movies, and then somehow into food. “So, what’s your go-to food? I’m all about pizza or burgers,” you said, arms crossed comfortably.

Eric shrugged, looking at you with that lazy, charming smile. “I can’t say no to pizza. But I’m more of a burger guy. Don’t mind a good steak either.” His voice dropped a little, teasing. “I’d invite you to join me for one sometime, but I’m not sure you could handle it.”

You smirked, leaning closer just slightly. “Oh, I’m sure I can handle it. I’m pretty good with a burger… or whatever else you might have in mind.”

His eyes glinted. “Looking forward to” he said, shooting you a glance, with a smirk on his lips.

The conversation flowing easily, finding common ground. Small details about life, things you enjoyed, places you’d been, and for once, there was no tension, no hidden agenda. Just two people talking, finding little things in common, things that made you realize maybe he wasn’t so different from anyone else.

You paused, realizing just how much you’d started to connect in a short time. Everything about this conversation felt almost… normal.

The door swings open, and the two who had gone out for more drinks finally return. The girl’s laughter precedes her, her eyes gleaming as she walks back into the room with the guy, both of them carrying bottles in hand.

She’s immediately drawn to Eric, like a moth to a flame. Without hesitation, she sidles up to him, sliding onto the couch beside him, pressing her knee against his as she settles in. Her eyes flick between him and you, as if deciding where to insert herself, but it doesn’t take long before she makes her move.

At first, she tries to ease into the conversation, laughing at the right moments, reacting to Eric’s words with bright, eager eyes. It’s subtle at first, the way she leans in when he speaks, how her fingers graze his arm as she laughs, how she shifts just a little closer with every passing minute. But soon, it becomes obvious.

Her hand drifts lower, brushing his leg, lingering a second too long. Eric doesn’t react, not in any obvious way, but he also doesn’t pull away. He just exhales slowly, his lips twitching in amusement as if to say, Not my fault, while still keeping his focus on you, maintaining the conversation as if nothing is happening.

The girl isn’t discouraged. If anything, she gets bolder, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on the fabric of his pants before trailing up toward his cock. This time, Eric tilts his head slightly, acknowledging her touch, but he still doesn’t fully give in. Instead, he lifts his drink to his lips, smirking at you over the rim of the glass, as if this whole thing is some inside joke between the two of you.

You shift uncomfortably, trying not to let your gaze linger. It’s not your place to care, not your place to react. But the girl is insistent. She whispers something into Eric’s ear, her lips dangerously close to his skin, her hand still teasing at the waistband of his jeans.

Eric finally turns toward her, giving her just enough attention to keep her satisfied, a lazy smile on his lips. He doesn’t push her away, he enjoys the attention, that much is clear, but he’s not entirely lost in it either. His eyes flick back to you from time to time, as if still keeping you in the loop, still holding onto the thread of your conversation despite everything else happening around him.

You glance at your watch. Five in the morning. The time is a slap of reality, breaking the daze of the last few hours.

“I should go,” you say, clearing your throat, trying to make it sound casual. “It’s late.”

Eric looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, as if shaking off whatever spell he was under, he leans back against the couch, exhaling slowly. “Come on,” he says. “Stay a little longer.” The girl, still pressed against him, giggles, fingers playing, touching his tattoos, his muscles...

You hesitate, shifting from one foot to the other.

And then, she makes her next move.

Without hesitation, she turns to Eric, her fingers curling into his hair as she pulls him in, her lips crashing against his in a deep, hungry kiss. It’s raw, messy, full of heat. Her hands slide up his chest, nails dragging lightly as she presses her body against his.

Eric doesn’t pull away. He lets her kiss him, lets her mold herself against him, and after a moment, he responds, his lips parting just enough for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening it. It’s slow, unhurried, his hands still resting lazily at his sides, but he lets her take what she wants, lets her press herself closer, lets her tongue slide against his, wet and eager.

A low sound escapes her, something between a sigh and a moan, and she shifts even closer, one of her hands sliding up to his jaw, tilting his head just the way she wants it. His fingers flex slightly against the couch, but he still doesn’t take control, just lets her work, lets her set the pace, his lips moving against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of secondhand embarrassment and something else you don’t want to name. This isn’t your place, not your scene.

And yet, you see the moment she decides that a kiss isn’t enough.

In the corner of your eye, you see her finally make her move. She swings a leg over his lap, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest as she leans in to whisper something in his ear.

Eric still doesn’t stop her. He doesn’t fully respond either, but he lets her be there, lets her settle against him, lets her hands roam as she pleases.

“I really have to go,” you say, your voice quieter now.

“You don’t have to go,” He said, his lips curving into that same amused smirk he’s worn all night. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” you insist, shaking your head.

He just exhales a soft chuckle, tilting his head as he looks at you. “Yeah, you can.”

He’s persistent, almost playful, and the longer he stares at you, the harder it is to ignore the strange pull of his presence.

You don’t want to argue.

You don’t even know why he wants you to stay when he’s clearly occupied with someone else. So you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“I’ll be back,” you murmur, shifting your weight. “I just need to go home for a bit. I need to do something, and then I’ll come back.”

Eric studies you for a second, his gaze flickering across your face. Then he nods, exhaling through his nose.

“Alright,” he says, leaning back. “Go home. But I’m expecting you back.” Eric said looking up at you again, and this time, there’s something different in his gaze, something unreadable, something fleeting.

You don’t respond.

He exhales through his nose, almost as if he’s about to say something else, but then the girl tilts his chin toward her, stealing his attention once more.

You take that as your cue to leave. As you turn toward the door, Eric’s voice cuts through the haze. “See you later,” he says, lazy and smooth, but there’s something else there, something lingering beneath the surface.

You don’t look back. You just step out, letting the door close behind you, leaving them to whatever the night — or morning had in store.

The walk home is quiet. The city is still half-asleep, the sky a muted shade of gray, the air crisp from the lingering night chill. You shove your hands into your pockets, trying to shake off the strange energy clinging to you.

It’s not like you care. You shouldn’t. Eric was never supposed to be part of your night, let alone someone who occupied your thoughts. And yet…

You exhale sharply, pushing the thought away as you reach your building. Inside, everything feels different, too quiet, too still compared to the apartment you just left. The scent of alcohol and smoke still lingers on your skin, and your body feels heavy with exhaustion as you make your way to your room.

You consider taking a shower, just to wash off the night, to clear your head but the weight of sleep is stronger. Your limbs feel too heavy, your eyelids too thick, and the idea of standing under hot water seems impossible right now.

The second your head hits the pillow, your mind starts replaying the night.

You met Eric.

The Eric.

The guy you only knew through rumors, through warnings, through hushed stories about things that shouldn’t have happened. And yet, the man you met tonight, the one who teased you, smirked at you, let his gaze linger just a little too long...felt like a contradiction.

He wasn’t supposed to be like that.

He wasn’t supposed to make you feel anything but unease.

And yet, you remember the way he leaned in when he spoke to you, the way his voice carried that low, teasing edge, the way he watched you even when someone else was touching him.

That girl.

You try to ignore the way something twisted in your chest at the memory of her on his lap, her hands on him, her mouth on his.

It shouldn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.

But still, you feel that small sting of jealousy, not because you wanted him, but because of something else you can’t quite put a name to.

And then, another thought creeps in, something that doesn’t make sense.

Eric was supposed to be cruel. Cold. Unapproachable. That’s what everyone said.

But tonight, he wasn’t.

At least, not to you.

He was flirtatious, playful.

A little smug, sure, but not the monster people described. He looked at you like he was entertained, amused but never with malice. And yet, the things you’d heard about him, the warnings people had given you, they had to come from somewhere.

You don’t want to think about that either.

With a sigh, you roll onto your side, willing your thoughts to quiet. You don’t want to think about Eric anymore.

You don’t want to think about how he looked at you, how his attention flickered between you and her, how he let her have him while still keeping you tethered to the moment. You don’t want to think about him at all.

Eventually, exhaustion wins. Your body sinks deeper into the mattress, your thoughts fading into the heavy pull of sleep.

The next thing you know, your phone is buzzing against your cheek, vibrating underneath your pillow like an impatient reminder that the world still exists.

You groan, barely opening your eyes as you reach for it, fingers fumbling blindly.

Before you can answer, the buzzing stops.

You blink at the screen, trying to clear the sleep from your mind.

The time reads 2:07 PM.

And then you see the missed calls. Twelve of them. Two from Lily and the rest from an unknown number. The first call? 5:30 AM. The rest? Scattered throughout the day. 8:30, 11:12, 13:50…

Your stomach tenses as you swipe to your messages.

Four unread texts.

8:33 AM — Unknown Number: Pick up.

8:34 AM — Unknown Number: Pick up. It’s Eric.

11:42 AM — Eric: You said you’d be back.

13:09 PM — Eric: Don’t tell me you’re in bed. That’s disappointing.

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Part two soon

[minoouz]

Still yours ⛥ ‎ ── ‎ ( 이희승 )

Paring :: Jealous!ex!Heeseung x Reader

𝐈 . Genre :: angst???

𝐈𝐈 . Word count :: 988

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Heeseung is possessive, Jake and sunoo featuring.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, lights flashing across the room and music vibrating through the floor. You spotted Sunoo and Jake near the drinks table, deep in conversation, but before you could head over, Sunoo’s eyes lit up and he waved you over.

“There you are! We were starting to think you bailed.” Sunoo grinned, handing you a cup.

Jake elbowed him. “I told you she wouldn’t. You love parties too much.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip. “I almost did. You owe me for this.”

Sunoo pouted. “You love us too much to abandon us.”

He wasn’t wrong — these two had been your rocks ever since your breakup with Heeseung. They’d been there through the tears, the late-night rants, and the ridiculous ice cream-fueled movie marathons.

“I do,” you admitted with a small smile. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

Jake opened his mouth to retort, but then his expression shifted — his eyes flicked to something behind you, and his playful demeanor faded. “Heads up,” he muttered.

Your stomach sank. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The air seemed to change when Heeseung walked into a room — you hated that you still noticed it.

“Do you want to leave?” Sunoo asked softly, his hand brushing your arm.

“No,” you said quickly, straightening. “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t fine. Not when Heeseung spotted you almost immediately, his eyes dark and unreadable as they met yours across the room. Not when he started making his way over, moving through the crowd with that same easy confidence you used to love.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. Too familiar.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Hey.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened as they roamed over you. “You look… amazing.”

“Thanks.” You kept your tone cool, your fingers tightening around your cup.

“Can we talk?” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Please?”

Sunoo shifted beside you, and you could feel Jake’s eyes burning into Heeseung. They didn’t trust him — not after how things ended. And honestly? You weren’t sure you did either.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, forcing a smile. “It’s over, remember?”

Heeseung’s jaw tightened. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” You tilted your head, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “I think I’ve been pretty clear.”

For a second, you thought he might push. But then Heeseung’s expression shifted — that soft vulnerability you thought you saw hardened into something else.

“Alright,” he said, stepping back. “If that’s how you want it.”

And just like that, he walked away.

Jake let out a low whistle. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you said, even though the ache in your chest told a different story.

Sunoo nudged you. “You’re totally not fine.”

“I just need a drink.” You turned toward the kitchen, needing some space — and maybe something stronger than what you had.

But when you came back, the ache in your chest turned into something far more dangerous.

Because there Heeseung was, on the dance floor — and he wasn’t alone.

She was gorgeous. Laughing up at him, her hands on his shoulders, their bodies way too close. And when his eyes flicked toward you — just for a second — you knew exactly what he was doing.

“Unbelievable,” Sunoo muttered beside you. “He’s doing that on purpose.”

Jake’s hand found your shoulder. “You wanna leave? We can bail.”

But you didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to run away. You wanted…

You didn’t know what you wanted. But your feet were already moving.

You didn’t stop until you were at the edge of the dance floor, and before you could second-guess yourself, you tapped Heeseung on the shoulder.

His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Jealous?” he murmured, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips.

“Not even a little,” you lied.

“Really?” He tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. “Then why are you here?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. But when his hand reached out, settling at your waist, you didn’t pull away.

“Careful,” Heeseung whispered as he pulled you closer. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Maybe I like danger,” you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest.

And just like that, you were his again — whether you liked it or not.

A/n :: DONT JUDGE OR ASK WHY I JUST POST MORE ABOUT ANGST. It's something about angst that I love guys, and the reason I put "angst???" Is because when I wrote it, it felt like angst, but at the same time, it doesn't, so it's 50/50.

[xo-myloves]

🧛‍♀️- COULD YOU DO LIKE READER IS LONDONS GIRLFRIEND BUT SHE HAS A CRUSH ON SLASH AND SLASH LIKE FUCKES HER

Obvi only if u wanna

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

You had been dating London for a while now—long enough that coming over to the house felt normal, almost routine. His dad’s place was familiar, comfortable, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down.

But lately, something had changed.

Maybe it was the way Slash looked at you—like he saw more than he should. Maybe it was the way your pulse quickened when he was near, when his voice dipped just a little lower, when his hands lingered just a second too long.

It was stupid. It was wrong.

And yet, here you were.

London had gone out for the night, promising he’d be back soon. That left you alone with Slash, sprawled on the couch, an old vinyl humming low in the background.

“You comfortable?” His voice was smooth, lazy, yet laced with something else. Something unreadable.

You nodded, shifting slightly. “Yeah. You always make it feel… easy here.”

Slash smirked, swirling the liquor in his glass. “That so?”

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. Your gaze flickered to his hands, resting against the glass—strong, calloused, the hands of a man who’d lived more than most.

His fingers tapped against the rim, his eyes locked onto yours. “You ever wonder what it’d be like?”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

His smirk deepened. “You know what I mean.”

Your pulse pounded. You should’ve laughed it off. Changed the subject. Walked away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you held his gaze, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you like a heavy fog. “Yeah,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

That was all it took.

In a slow, deliberate movement, Slash set his glass down, leaning in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “We shouldn’t do this,” he murmured, but his hand was already brushing against your knee, his touch featherlight, testing, teasing.

“I know.”

And still, you didn’t move away.

His fingers traced up your thigh, his touch setting fire to every nerve in your body. His lips hovered near yours, close enough to taste the whiskey on his breath. “Tell me to stop.”

But you couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you didn’t want him to.

The moment shattered the second his lips met yours.

It wasn’t frantic, wasn’t desperate—it was slow, deep, like he was savoring every second, every soft gasp, every shiver that ran down your spine. His hands slid up your body, claiming you in a way that sent your head spinning.

It wasn’t just lust.

It was something deeper, something dangerous.

He pulled you onto his lap, his grip tightening as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Your heart pounded, drowning out every thought of guilt, every thought of London, every rational voice screaming at you to stop.

Then—

The front door slammed.

You barely had time to move before—

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

London’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and livid.

Your stomach plummeted.

Slash’s hands were still on your hips. Your lips were swollen, your breath uneven, and London was standing in the doorway, his face twisted in fury, betrayal burning in his eyes.

“London—” you started, scrambling off Slash, but it was too late.

The damage was already done.

And there was no taking it back.

(I hope you like this, I know this isn’t like exactlyyyyy what you wanted but like… it’s yummy) <3

[majoryeager104]

dabi reacting to his kid snapping at his mom?

ahh I haven’t written dad Dabi in so long but ofc nonnie I gotchu omg <3

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Life was never quiet for your family. Between Dabi disappearing late at night for his missions, and you constantly having to hide the fact that, yes, you had a child with one of the most feared villains in Japan, you couldn’t really catch a break.

Even at home it was rough.

Because here you stood, in the living room of your apartment, having a back and forth argument with your child.

“sweetie, I told you to put your toys away five minutes ago”

you spoke up, your arms crossed over your chest. He merely sat there ignoring you, but the prominent pout on his face when you spoke showed his guilt.

“I don’t wanna”

he replied, balling up his fists as he looked down at his toys, which were strewn across the ground. He knew why you wanted him to put them away; because you had to run to the store, and dad wasn’t home yet. But he didn’t want to put his toys away, he wanted to keep playing.

“It’ll just be a quick trip to the store and then you can come back and play again”

your compromise only seemed to make him more upset. You heard the door click behind you, open and shut, as familiar, heavy boots hit the floor. Your son, on the other hand, did not notice that, turning to face you as he yelled;

“Leave me alone!”

But right behind you now, was dad.

Dabi looked between you, a blank expression on his face before he spoke up. “Is that any way to treat your mom?” He said gruffly, walking up and crouching to look at his son, who seemed awfully quiet now. “Come on, kid, yes or no” Dabi said quietly, nudging him. “…no…” he replied quietly. Dabi nodded, and looked back to you. “So what do you say to mom, then?” He said, winking at you, a gesture simply put as, ‘you’re welcome’

“…sorry mom..” the boy said softly, standing up and walking over to you. He was still fairly small, and merely hugged your legs, burying his face against the fabric of your jeans. You picked him up and hugged him back, telling him it was okay until he stopped pouting.

Once you’d put him down so he could clean up his toys, Dabi walked up to you, smiling fondly between you two. “He’s just like you” you said quietly, leaning against the counter. Dabi frowned, his brow furrowed slightly as he looked back at the kid “yeah…I know”

After he’d cleaned, Dabi threw your son over his shoulder. “Alright kid, you and me are going shopping so mom can take a break from looking at you” he said, walking right back out the door as your son giggled and laughed. “Why? Mom isn’t sick of looking at me she calls me cute all the time?” “Mom’s lyin’ you’re ugly as hell” “hey!”

all the way out the door.

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I couldn’t help myself with the angst in the last part like are you telling me that dad Touya DOESNT feel chronic guilt when his child acts to you as he acted to his mom?

[rafesapple]

something stupid

art donaldson x 365 party girl reader

warnings

smoking,cursing,c0ke mention,light smut(reader getting off), bitchy reader?

You’d met art originally after winning the junior when you were eighteen(going onto nineteen that same year) though only briefly. By that time Tashi and him were already engaged, in their early twenties. You were young, getting ready to go into college..of course, you thought he was a bit attractive but he was too old for you and engaged. September 12, 2010 During the afterparty for your win, you smile while taking a picture with your trophy for the press, and you notice art and Tashi together. You were surprised they stayed, well..thinking he had to practice or they had to prepare for their wedding or something.

You come over to greet them, after all, Tashi was a promising young player..before her accident. Art was a well-known player now and won his junior open around this age. Of course, you wanted… communication..with them. “hi…Art donaldson..and Tashi Duncan correct?” you asked coming closer to them. They both replied at the same time with a yes, then Tashi spoke up first after “Congratulations on your win for the junior open.” you smiled “Oh thank you, um congratulations on your engagement?” you laughed nervously, they both laughed for a moment then he spoke up “so you know of us well I take?” “well you won so many tournaments..and Tashi by your side..but also back then amazing on her own.” He looked at you while tilting his head “So you must do your research for tennis?” you laugh “Well yes. I like to know of others' strategies..also if I’m playing against someone I watch theirs also.” Your coach calls you before you can speak to them “Oh I should..” they both tell you, you should go and that was the last time you’d talk to them, rarely ever see them in person.

You lay in the hotel bedroom late at night(thankfully your parents had a separate room) you log onto your computer going onto the web browser. You bite your lip, deciding to search for his name. It wasn’t..wrong was it? He was attractive… you go through a couple of his plays quietly watching. You were getting wet. Your fingers end up in your lace panties gently running over your clit as you watch him play, you’d slow down every time it went to his opponent and sped up once he came on screen. You’d whine and moan quietly as you’d get that fuzzy feeling every few moments. After he’d won they’d set up an interview “f-fuck!” you’d whine out going faster as he spoke, your breaths became heavier and it was so wet now, your finger even slipping every few moments.

2019

Before you walk into a sports store you take a quick moment to smoke, then stepping on it after throwing it on the ground. You stepped in needing a new racket, you’d been using the same one for the past year and needed a new one for the season. As you shove the cigarette pack in your back pocket you walk over to the aisle filled with tennis rackets. After a moment you look over seeing a young girl looking up at the rackets, she looked familiar but whatever… “you into tennis?” you asked her raspily, you were still a little tired

“yea! my dad plays!” “Mmm so you wanna play..?” she nodded her head, you had a slight soft spot for kids. You look around for a guardian or parent before she asks if you played “Yeah…I don’t care for it much but I’m still playing..” “Oh.. my dad won a bunchh of tournaments!” you hum trying to think of someone who her dad could’ve been, and there you see him.

Art Donaldson, the one you’d been a little obsessed with almost 10 years ago. “Lily- you can’t run off like that.” he spoke gently to her, grabbing her hand “Yeah but I wanted the racket now!” she argued back, and he looked back up at you, he likely wouldn’t recognize you, your body and face matured. Probably wouldn’t help with the eye bags underneath your eyes “Oh uh sorry, I hope she didn’t bother you too much.” you clear your throat “It’s fine..she was just telling me about you.” “oh-was she?” An awkward silence falls, “you uh- look familiar.” you scoffed out a laugh “You sure do..art Donaldson, correct?” He lets go of Lily’s hand letting her look back at the tennis rackets, though you speak up before he can “I won the female 2011 junior open..you might not remember.”

“oh..oh! Yes…I remember vaguely..” he smiled so prettily like he wasn’t going through a fucking divorce. “How is Tashi?” you asked while looking at the tennis rackets “Oh..we’re not going to be together soon..” he spoke quietly “Oh,” you spoke dryly, you felt a bit bad but why should you care? You grab the racket you’d already picked out beforehand “i’ll see you around.” You felt a little bad being a bit..mean but you had things to get done..meaning practice then go drink likely.

a week later You’d been warming up after you’d stepped onto the court, being a bit lazily with it for this tournament. It wasn’t like this was a well known player whatever… you look up in the seeing fucking art Donaldson. What.the.hell. You were playing this tournament mainly for the money, after this you started seriously stretching and warming up. The announcer calls out for you to serve.

For the first time in a while, you played..seriously. It was only because Art Donaldson was watching. That’s why..whatever…You hold the medal up as they take the picture, then going off to pack your bags up. You jump hearing his voice behind you. “Jesus fucking chr…art.” you spoke turning around to see him “You did good out there.” he congratulated you “Oh um..thanks.” you spoke choked up

“Can I ask why your here..?” he paused for a moment “I wanted..well to see you play.” “why.” you speak blatantly while staring at him with dead eyes.“I’m bored.” he mutters for only you to hear. “I mean… I just think you're a good player.. 'm..obviously retired so..” Art felt like his teenage self again, just like with Tashi…what? He thought to himself. You cleared your throat speaking up again “So has Lily started playing?” you asked “Yeah.. I’ve been teaching her..but I don’t wanna do it for long if I have to..not all the time at least.” he spoke looking over your shoulder.

After a few more weeks, you swore that man came for every game, unfortunately after this game, you’d lost you of course went to go..well. You sit outside the locker room pulling out the baggie about to sniff on it, but you scream hearing Art call your name “shit.. I didn’t mean to scare y..” he spoke softly then seeing the baggie “fucking christ art! you scared me!” “Oh. Oh..” he realized but then he just continued,like he didn’t see it.

“Do you wanna uh..get dinner..together,” he asked while messing with his fingernails. you put the baggie in your purse “What..?” you choke out, thank god you weren’t high. “do you want to get dinner with me.” “oh..uh..you paying?” he laughed “Yeah. yeah I’ll pay.” he smiled while staring at you for a moment. “I’ll go change right quick,” you speak dryly once more. “alright.” Art hated feeling like this, that hormonal teenager who jerked off with Patrick or got so hard when he saw Tashi. He waited so nervously picking at his nails and skin, a bad habit.

After about an hour you sit in a fast food restaurant eating a burger and fries with slightly damp hair “What?” you ask as Art stares at you sipping on his drink “Are you embarrassed that you're what like..thirty something eating at a fast food restaurant with a twenty eight year old?” “Your twenty eight?” he asked “I'm twenty seven turning twenty eight soon,so practically twenty eight.” “so.. twenty seven?” he teased “Shut up! Go get me a refill,” you spoke handing him your empty plastic cup. As he comes back he hands you the cup back, seeing the tattoo on your wrist “You have a tattoo?” he asks continuing to eat “Oh.yeah… I have a couple..” he nods “Did it hurt?” you swallow your food clearing your throat “not really, it was one of my first ones.” then you continue sipping on your drink, you watch him take his phone out, holding it out with a blank contact on the screen. “what?” you asked while staring and sipping “can I have your number.” he’d asked while looking at your wrist to avoid eye contact.

You grab it typing your contact in and name in. You go to his camera taking a picture, and then setting it as the contact photo. He stared once more in a daze while you did this. “-did you hear me? Here.” you spoke while getting up and snapping him out of it. “oh uh-than-“ you cut him off grabbing your purse “Later.” you said as you walked off Thankfully your lift got here as you stepped out of the restaurant, you got in messing with your nails at first. You look down at your phone, you just gave him your phone number and you already wanted his text. Never mind that you should focus on something else “I wanna go clubbing..” you mutter to yourself.

The next weekend you had gotten off, deciding to go clubbing with a couple of friends..though they had all either left or went off with some dude or girl. You sit at the bus stop drunk while you smoke a cigarette. “oh.” you realized buses don’t run this late, you didn’t wanna call a lift, and you hated getting into a stranger's car late..you don’t know who to call. You lay your head on the bus wall but your body falls onto the bench. You pull out your phone lazily, you don’t even focus on the contact.

Art’s voice comes through groggily “Hello?” he groaned out before recognizing your name and clearing his throat. You whine loudly “Come pick me up..” you rasped out still not recognizing his voice “I..is everything alright?” he’d asked while spoke a bit worried as you heard him shuffling out of bed. “oh..it’s art..” you spoke holding your head as you sat up “art-! come pick me up..” you whined out drunkly. After 20 minutes you're laying back on the bench once more as Art pulls to the side of the road. “hey..” he rushed over watching you start to fall over, he holds you in his arms “shit..why’d you get so drunk..” he murmured to himself as he pushed your hair out your face. “take me home..” you whined in his ear…Art got..just a bit hard, he just wanted to put it in your sopping wet, tight cun-

“art!!” “alright…I’m getting you home..” he muttered trying to pick you up, though you started to gag he quickly led you away, letting you throw up. After you finished he settled you into the passenger seat then got into the driver's side. He looked at you for a moment making sure you were okay..though you’d taken his water bottle and started drinking it. He wondered why the hell you got yourself so drunk.

Fuck. He didn’t know where you lived…

“Art..art! Art..” you repeat over and over, he looks over at you you grab his thigh tightly while looking at him drunkenly. He muttered a “fuck.” while keeping eye contact with you “We..should get you home..can you give me your-“ he quiets down watching how close you get to him, leaning in to kiss him.

He turns to face the front of the car clearing his throat, he removed your hand “Let’s..um get you home.” he rejected you. he took away the moment. He..he embarrassed you. You furrow your eyebrows, looking out the other window, holding back your tears. Stupid bastard, you thought while holding it in. As he drives into your neighborhood, he pulls on the side of the road in front of your house “Hey..get some re-“ You cut off Art, slamming his car door roughly as you walk up to the front door. He licks his lips while holding his jaw as he watches you slam your front door. He fucked up.