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some of my fave ships over the last few years !!!
#i wanted to add nanago but i couldnât find any romantic official art LOL itâs all in our collective delusion#but do not underestimate my love for nanami gojo i am more delusional then ever abt them rn with the newest episode#mitsukou is the latest edition i literally started the manga yesterday lol and theyâre SOOOOOO POOKIEEEEE my lil kids .. so adorable ⌠i#wanna scrunch them up#and arkco. donât make me start talking i WILL NOT shut up#i read my physical of vol 11 yesterday THE ARKCO VOLUME ⌠drove me insane .. so much to say#arkco are the main couple of wha for me they are literally the foundation of everything and i love the way they grow together so much#they are giving future power couple âŚ#also arkco and mitsukou are so whimsical in terms of vibes and thatâs my FAVE#kaebedo ofc they are my brand i tjink lol but rather then canon kaebedo i love canon kaebedo the most#*i love fanon kaebedo more#just go on pinterest and type kaebedo thereâs SO much creativity it always inspires me#id love a kaebedo inspired story or something thereâs just so much to unpack and their aesthetics are so pleasing together#once again so whimsical if done right#oh and guiping my beloved tragic old women yuri#their cutscene is probably my all time fave in genshin along with shenheâs cutscene#i have a feeling theyâre gonna make a return tooâŚ.. i will tune back into genshin again when they do#literally only playing genshin for liyue and partly mondstadt rn lol#AND NALUUUUUUUUU my iconic first ever ship in my WHOLE life#the fact that they still make as emotional as when i was 13 years old is insane#so well written. the most beautiful romance iâve ever read . i DREAM of having a love like theirs :(#idek how to describe how they make me feel they just make my heart swell with love#the definition of made for eaxhother#SOUL MATES#and mitsuki aya đđđđđđ the coolest and stylish girlies but theyâre also so so cute i love watching their little love blossom through their#passion and love for the arts and music and then navigating life and school together#my favourite romance manga atm for SUREEEE#i eat up the art so bad#FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME ABT ANY OF THESE MANGA ⌠OR UR FAVE MANGA#i love manga ⌠romance ⌠games âŚ.
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hehehehe scrunching up his hat >:3c
#submas#ingo#my sona#sona#sona art#tangential hooliganart#hehehe i love their hats#but i also wanna pop them like a bongo drum#really scrunch that thing up#heheheheheđ#i am in sillay mode!! đâ¨
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made a terrible awful fluffybird playlist full of songs that are fine on their own but terrible awful if you apply it to this particular couple.
it is ALL ive been listening to since i made it.
#sweet bod is in it TWICE#its so bad its so terrible#every song on it is either there to carry their married divorced energy or make ur whole body scrunch up in disgust#its either like we are hitting each other with hammers or it is that niel cicirega song that is even WORSE than sweet bod#starts with a b ends with an r place your guesses now#i did it with a friend bc thats the best way to do playlists#LOVE the playlist so much in the most ironic way its full of spikes and sludge and wet food at the bottom of the sink#i hatelove it so muchhh#my dhmis postings#like i NEED my drawing powers back SO MUCH THIS PLAYLIST MAKES ME WANNA DRAW THEM BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER IMMM#so many drawing ideas its UNREAL#my left hand hurts from how much ive been drawing of them from this playlist#my postings
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@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis
Someone help Shoko lmao
#HELLO SASHISU LOSERSS#CUTE CUTE CUTE CUUUUUUTEE!!!!#SHOKO IS SO CUTE I WANNA BOOP HER NOSEE:((((#the boys love her sm:(((((((((#op i love the blue it's so pretty#and shoko's little scrunched up face#and sugu and toru#WAHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUU#my angels:((((#nothing bad ever happened to them they're cuddling rn actually#hugging each other#sigh#sashisu#art rb
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GOJO SATORU: ââ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ââ
.ŕłŕż streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?
contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.
author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...
"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"
you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.
it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.
satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.
he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"
you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"
satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.
the look on his face is priceless â imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.
"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."
satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."
you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.
your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.
so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.
smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.
he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.
suguru-geto: haha i already knew
toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?
yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??
#osaemu#streamer!gojo#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#satoru gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo drabbles#jjk drabbles
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part 2 lol
so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.
141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader
and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.
who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.
and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-
"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."
"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- waste of fucking money"
- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*
(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)
and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.
but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like
"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.
enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...
and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...
"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."
"and you do this often...? crazy."
but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*
and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.
you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-
"why're you pulling that face?" 141
"that's... that's just my focusing face..."
"oh..." 141 feels bad
then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!
"can i just wait in the car?"
"no." price
"i'm gonna vomit."
"aim at the enemy." ghost
people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.
they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.
"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."
"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."
"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."
your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.
with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.
"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"
"...that's not how it works..." rando.
"fuck."
and maybe you try...
like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...
"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"
"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused
"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."
"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."
and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that
idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.
bonus*
"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost
a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7
#my post#x reader#poly 141#poly 141 x reader#john price x reader#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#kyle garrick x reader#simon riley x reader#johnny mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#captain price x reader#captain john price x reader#platonic 141#?#task force x reader#task force 141#platonic!141 x reader#boowrites#cod mwii#mwii#cod#simon riley#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mwii imagines
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indifferent [s.h.] 18+
an: heyyyy me again so yeah could not stop thinking about a pathetic steve so here we are!! enjoy and feel free to send suggestions, concepts, or just chat!!
side note i listened to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys on a loop while writing this so do with thag what you will!
masterlist here!!
summary: you and steve are coworkers and while you try (and fail) to act like he doesnât exist, heâs a little obsessed with you and would do anything to have your attention
(fem!reader x steve harrington)
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, public teasing (nothing too crazy), jealous reader, dirty talk, f masturbation, fingering, biting, kissing, spit, handjob MDNI!!!!!
wc: 15.5k
When it came to Steve Harrington, you were indifferent.Â
You didnât fall in with the group of girls who fawned over him like some king, worshiping the ground he walked on and giggling at his attempts at jokes. But you didnât fall in with the other group either. The ones that hated him, that called him names and rolled their eyes when he walked in the room with a smile on his face.Â
So you fell somewhere in the middle. To you Steve Harrington was your coworker, someone you often had to pick up the slack for or cover for when he was running late. You wouldnât call him a friend but wouldnât say he was your enemy either.Â
The arrangement the two of you had worked well for you. Youâd cover for him or save his ass when needed, and in turn heâd leave you alone. Well sometimes he would. You didnât mind him but sometimes it seemed like he could go on forever and you justâŚit drove you a little crazy, okay? He was good about leaving you be, making small talk for a little before the both of you quieted down and went about your shift.Â
Part of this arrangement was you teasing him until his cheeks burned and his felt fuzzy, but that was neither here nor there.Â
But sometimes you think he just couldnât help it. Heâd start going on about something and then it would be 45 minutes later and heâd still be going. You let him do this about once or twice a week. You didnât mind him or his company, so if it made him happy to ramble on every once in a while you could live with that. He was a yapper and you were quiet. You would hum along to something youâd heard on the way to work and entertain his chit chat for a few minutes but that was really it.Â
Did that mean you couldnât appreciate that he was actually really pretty? Of course not! He had dimples that made him seem boyish and sweet, even when he was being a menace. His hair was perfect, especially after heâd spent the day running his hands through it a million and one times. His lips were pouty and pink and so what if you stared at them when he was droning on about something? A perfect nose that youâd admired the slope of more times than you could count when he was sitting beside you going through returns.Â
He was pretty. You wouldnât deny that. But that was it. No more, no less. It didnât mean you liked him or wanted him or would fall to your knees for him like half of Hawkins did. Sure, you passed the time at work by teasing him and making him squirm, but it was only because you were bored and he was there, all pretty and willing.Â
You were indifferent.Â
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Steve liked you.Â
If you were in the same room as him he couldnât help but to watch you. He didnât know if you saw him and he couldnât bring himself to care. Heâd watch the way youâd tuck your hair behind your ear once every few minutes. Heâd watch you scrunch your nose when you were reading and pout your rosy lips when sorting through dvdâs. God you were just so pretty.Â
He wanted your attention all the time, he craved it. He knew he looked like a little lovesick puppy the way he followed you around and hoped youâd smile at him or indulge his ramblings every now and then.Â
Pathetic. Thatâs what he was when it came to you. Sometimes you were a little mean to him but he liked it, loved anything youâd give him. He would even show up late on purpose sometimes just to hear you scold him!Â
âMânot always gonna be here to cover for you, Harrington. Be a big boy and get to work on time.â
His cheeks would be pink and heâd give you a shy smile, promising this was the last time but you both knew better than to believe that. You didnât put up with his bullshit, you called him out when he needed it and you didnât try and act like somebody you werenât around him. He loved it.Â
Like today, youâd barely come in the door before he was on your heels, going on about some party from the weekend before and how it was sooo lame and that he didnât have any fun. Heâs so occupied with his rambling he doesnât realize youâve stopped until he slams into your back, hands coming up to grip your shoulders so you donât both fall over.Â
Your hands grip the counter just in time and he expects you to turn around and gripe at him, scolding him like a toddler whoâd been on your heels but you donât. You huff a laugh and playfully shove at his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âJesus, Harrington. Maybe I need to get you a leash, hm?âÂ
And maybe Steve likes that a little too much because he can feel the tips of his ears burning and blush working its way up his neck and covering his cheeks in a pink that makes him squirm.Â
He watched you quirk an eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk on those lips heâs dreamed about for months and he wonders why heâs not more embarrassed, why his heart is racing and his cock is swelling in his pants. Fuck.
âOn second thought, I think maybe youâd like that a little too much.âÂ
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One thing you love about working with Steve is teasing him. Youâve done good to not let him get too close to you, staying neutral when it comes to his antics but you canât help the giddiness you feel watching him blush and squirm when youâre mean to him. Youâve come to learn he likes when you embarrass him.Â
Youâre embarrassed to admit it makes you feel a little powerful, a little special when you make him this way. Heâs not the big, bad, âKing Steveâ he was in high school when heâs in front of you, oh no. You think heâs quite pathetic the way heâs practically attached to your hip and you relish in the way he hangs onto every word you give him, especially considering you donât give him much.Â
Like today youâre perched on a stool at the cash register, barely working oscillating fan doing little to cool you down when the ac is shitty, pushing around warm air that makes your thighs stick together and leaves a sheen of sweat on your forehead. You hate the heat, but what you donât hate is the way Steveâs eyes are glued to your thighs, watching closely every time you readjust or a bead of sweat slides down your leg.Â
âCareful, Steve, I won't be happy if you drool on my leg.â That snaps him out of it, shoulders thrown back as he whips his head up to your face and oh yep! Thereâs those red cheeks youâve come to like so much.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, probably nothing that would make sense but you spare him from trying to explain his wandering eyes, reaching down into your bag to pull out your next bit of entertainment for the day.Â
Thisâll be good.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him watching you closely and you canât help the smirk you wear when your fingers find what you were looking for, wrapping around it and pulling it out for Steve to see. You donât miss the way his lips part or the way he grips the counter in front of you.Â
âTheyâre my favorite,â you wave the cherry blow pop in front of you like youâve found gold, smirking at the way his eyes follow it through the air, âI only have the one but I can share, I guess.âÂ
It would be rude of you to not offer him any. You might tease and be mean, but you certainly werenât rude!
Ripping the wrapper off you waste no time, sticking the sweet treat in your cheek, throwing away the trash and swinging your legs around so youâre face to face with Steve, knees pressed against his as your feet dangle off the stool.Â
Maybe you could blame the way you make a show out of it on the lack of customers today. Youâve been here for 4 hours and only a handful of people have come in. Yeah, thatâll do. Thatâs why you pull it from your mouth with a pop that makes him flinch, lolling your tongue around the candy in a way that makes his eyes glaze over. You can hear him gulp when you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes, pretending like the taste of artificial cherry is whatâs making your ears buzz and your heart race.Â
Dragging the blow pop from your mouth you gasp, letting your tongue swipe against your bottom lip that youâre sure is shiny with spit. âOh, where are my manners! Here ya go, Harrington, have a lick.âÂ
Not giving him a second to react, you surge forward, pushing the sucker against his lips before he has the chance to open, smearing the stickiness and your spit around his mouth and smiling wide at the sight of him, a tint of red around his pouty lips that suits him well.Â
âMessy boy, arenât you?â You swipe your thumb over his lips, collecting some of the mess and you can see the way his tongue peaks out and you know heâs dying to let it touch your thumb. You pull back before he can, popping your thumb in your mouth and humming around it as if itâs the blow pop itself.Â
âTold you I could share!âÂ
You could be indifferent to him and still want to make him melt to his knees for you, right?Â
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Steve thought about the cherry blow pop incident for weeks. He was surprised he didnât cum in his pants like a teenager when the spit soaked treat touched his lips or when he watched you suck on your thumb after it swiped across his mouth.Â
That was just one example of how you tortured him, how he loved it. Heâd had to go home that night and barely made it through the front door before he was pulling his cock out and picturing you on your knees in front of him, teasing him for being a âmessy boy.âÂ
You had no idea.Â
This shit would happen, these events that Steve was positive were chemically altering his brain chemistry, and he wasnât supposed to fall in love with you? Youâd do something like that, something so hot it was engraved in his mind forever and then five minutes later it would be as though it never happened. Youâd smirk at him, go back to what you were doing and spend the rest of the day ignoring him or giving him one word responses while he begged at your feet for a scrap of attention.Â
He really was like a puppy.Â
So he was confused, beyond confused on if you were friends, if you wanted himâŚhe just didnât know what to make of it. He hadnât seen you act this way with anyone else and it made him feelâŚspecial. God he was pathetic.Â
The problem with all this was that he wasnât entirely sure you didnât hate his guts. I mean yeah, youâd tease and scold him when he was being an idiot and you were mean but never cruel or malicious. But you also never really went out of your way to start a conversation, never really cared to keep one up with him either. You rarely smiled at him, which killed him, because he saw the way youâd laugh at something Robin said or the amusement dancing in your eyes when the kids came in to raise hell. You never let him have it though, and fuck he wishes you would. All he got were teasing smirks and he wasnât complaining about them, not one bit, but he wanted to see if he could make you all sweet and mushy like everyone else did.Â
Thereâs been a few times heâs caught you staring but you never back down, never look embarrassed to have been watching him and he wonders if you were staring so hard to put a curse on his bloodline or something! He wouldnât mind if you were, the feel of your eyes on him somewhat satiate the craving he has for you.Â
Heâs thinking about you again, just like always. In fact heâs so deep in thought, leaned forward letting his chin rest in his palm that for once he doesnât notice you come up behind him.Â
He wishes he would have noticed you because then maybe he could have prepared himself to talk you and then maybe he wouldnât have fucked everything up the way he did. Maybe it wouldâve gone differently and ended without you in tears and him feeling the world's biggest douche bag.Â
âDreaminâ about me, Harrington?âÂ
âArenât I always.â He meant for it to come out teasingâbut it didnât. Now you were staring at him and he was staring out the window, the tips of his ears burning and he wished he could swallow his own tongue.Â
âAnyways, any chance youâll cover my shift this Friday?âÂ
âWhy? Where are you going?â Full on pouting now he finally met your gaze. You never missed a shift, in fact you were the only one that anyone could count on to pick up extra shifts.Â
âWho are you, my daddy?âÂ
His fingers twitched on the counter in front of him and neither of you missed the way his throat bobbed. Jesus Christ you made him crazy. âIf you must know, I have a date and Friday is the only day that works.âÂ
Waitâwhat? You had a date? With someone who was not him. Based on the way his heart dropped to his ass, he realized he might want far more than just your attention. His throat clogged as he looked at you, waiting as patiently as possible for his answer but fuck a date? Youâd never gone on one as long as heâd known youâwell that he knew of.Â
âButâŚyou donât go on dates.âÂ
âAnd what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Oh he was fucked now. Heâd opened his big mouth and pissed you offânot in the way heâd liked either. âWell I just, I just meant Iâve never seen anyone ask yoâI didnât think anyoneâŚor youâŚIâve never seen you go on one so I just figured you didnât.â His foot could not get any further down his throat. He was fucking this up royally, but he was flustered! The pretty girl he liked was going out with someone, god knows who, and his feelings were a little hurt, even if he didnât have the right!Â
âForget it.â Any amusement youâd held towards him vanished, something else passed over you that he recognized as hurt and then anger. Lots of anger.Â
âWait! Mâsorry, I didnât mean it like thaââ
âNo you wait, Harrington. I donât care what you think or what you think you know, itâs none of your business. I didnât ask for you to question whether it was possible someone could like me enough to take me out, I asked if youâd cover my shift. Whichâby the wayâis not a big ask considering I cover your ass at least two times a week! But forget it, asshole, Iâm sure my date was a fluke anyways, right?âÂ
Before he could apologize or even blink youâd stormed away, slamming the break room door behind you. Shit he was an idiot! A huge, massive, blubbering idiot whoâd made you more mad than heâd ever seen. His words got all jumbled around you anyways let alone when he was jealous over someone else getting to take you out.Â
Heâd fucked up big time and was just sure you were cursing his bloodline now.Â
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Big, angry tears rolled down your cheeks in the employee bathroom youâd locked yourself in for the last twenty minutes. You were pissed, livid even, but more than that you were hurt. Which was only making you more mad, because why the hell did Steve Harrington have the power to hurt your feelings! He wasnât anyone to you but a coworker, maybe an acquaintance, and yet here you were crying in the bathroom at work because heâŚwhat? Didnât think you were pretty enough or cool enough orâwhatever he fuckinâ thoughtâto date?Â
Okay, sure he didnât say that exactly, but how else were you supposed to take his blubbering. And yeah, for the most part you were quiet and reserved and didnât give a fuck what anyone thought, but that didnât mean you didnât have feelings for godsake.Â
At the end of the day Steve was a guy, a cute guy that youâd admired for his beauty and wouldnât deny that he was overall sweet and kind, and you were a girl, a girl who apparently was not meant for dates.Â
And that hurts your feelings more than youâd care to admit.Â
A knock on the door had you wiping at your cheeks furiously, though at this point nothing would be able to hide your red cheeks and swollen eyes. âWho is it?â You cringed at how your voice sounded cracked and whiny.Â
âItâs Robin,â Oh thank god. Thank fucking god it wasnât Steve. âDingus is out here looking like heâs about to have a meltdown but wonât tell me whatâs up, just said you were back here and that I should come check on you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath you pulled the door open just enough for Robin to slip in, quickly closing it back behind her and trying not to let your bottom lip tremble when she turned to look at you and gasped. You werenât even a crier! What was going on!Â
âWoaâshit I donât think Iâve ever seen you cry. Are you okay? What happened? Did they get Steve too, he seriously looks two seconds away from curling up on the floor.â Hands immediately covering your face you sigh, willing no more tears to fall until you can get out of here and into your own bed.Â
âItâs not, I justâI really donât wanna talk about it right now, okay? Do you think you could start early and cover the rest of my shift? I promise Iâll make it up to you I justâŚRob I just need to go home.âÂ
âOf course I can, are you crazy? Thereâs nothing to make up. Go! Iâll tell Harrington youâre not feeling well and heâs stuck with me for the rest of the night,â giving you a reassuring squeeze as you gathered your things youâd grabbed on the way in here you gave her what you hoped came off as a thankful smile, âand whenâifâyou wanna talk about this, Iâm here. Just so you know. I can listen sometimes despite what they all say.âÂ
You nodded, squeezing her hand and giving yourself one last look in the mirror, grimacing at the utter mess you saw staring back at you. Hiking your bag on your shoulder you fled the safety of the bathroom and all but ran to the door.Â
Steve was with a customer, the polite smile he had on his face completely wiped off when he caught a glimpse at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You didnât spare him one look, practically running for the door without uttering a word in his direction.Â
God he felt like a piece of shit. He doesnât think heâd ever seen you upset, let alone crying. Heâd fucked up bad and didnât know how to fix it when heâs sure you wouldnât give him the time of day now.Â
Heâd have to find a way to make this better, the pit in his stomach growing when he thought of you being upsetâhurtâbecause of him.Â
He stood there staring at the door until Robin came up beside him, a concerned look on her face as she studied him. âDid she say what happened?âÂ
âNo, she didnât. Just said she needed to go home and didnât want to talk about it. Iâve never seen her so upset though, Iâm worried.â
He was thankful she didnât call him out for his bullshit. It was obvious whatever happened had been between the two of you and he didnât think he couldnât take Robin ripping into him right now, even if he deserved it.
âYeah, me too.â And fuck he was.Â
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3 days since Steve had made you cry. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt because if you were being honest with yourself, maybe there was a small, teeny tiny part of you that grew fond of Steve. Steve with his goofy smile and bashful grin when heâd tell you stupid jokes.Â
It was one thing to be hurt because heâd been a jerk, but now you were dealing with feelings you didnât want. Youâd been hurt because you liked Steve and hearing him sayâŚwell you guess he didnât say much, just stumbled his way through some sentences that all started pretty shitty, your feelings were all twisted up that he viewed you a certain way.Â
But instead of thinking too hard about these newfound feelings you had, you chose to ignore it completely. Obviously! You didnât have the time or energy to worry about what Steve Harrington thought of you, especially when you glance at the clock on your nightstand and shit youâre gonna be late for work!Â
This is your first shift in 3 days and your stomach turns because you know youâll be working with Steve. It also happened to be Friday, the day of your date that you had canceled in a fit of hurt and anger when you got home from your last shift. But based on how that jackass you couldnât even remember the name of took it, youâd dodged a bullet.Â
Youâre pulling into Family Video before you know it, dread washing over you and it doesnât help that the humid summer heat as your bare thighs sticking to your seat, it only adds to your frustration. You make no move to actually get out, but you know you canât afford to miss a shift or risk this job so you get it over with, pulling yourself out and walking in before you say fuck it and head back home.Â
Walking through the front doors you see him immediately, standing behind the counter with worry etched between his brows and a small frown on his face. He looks like a kicked puppy, staring you down as if youâve wronged him.Â
âYouâre late.âÂ
You stiffen, spine straightening at his words and a string of curses are on the tip of your tongue, ready to lash out at him because how dare he. But before you get the chance heâs speaking again, effectively cutting off the tyrade you had going on your head.Â
âAnd thatâs fine, totally fine! Youâre just never late so I was worried, but then again I know todayâs Friday so I wasnât sure if youâd be showing up at allâŚI didnât get the chance to tell you the other day Iâd already told Robin Iâd cover her shift today but I talked to the boss and if you need to go you can, I can manage one night by myself, I swear!âÂ
You didnât answer him, walking past and heading to the break room to hang up your things and try and mentally prepare for what was sure to be the longest shift of your life. The only thing you had going for you was that it was a Friday night, so hopefully youâd be busy and not have time to stress over being stuck with Steve.Â
When you come back out heâs standing in the same spot you left him, staring around like a lost little kid waiting for someone to give him direction. Well you won't be doing it tonight. Wordlessly you take a seat on the stool, trying your best to ignore his stare burning into the side of your face. Youâd snap at him if you didnât think youâd have a meltdown.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to go? I know you said tonight was the only night that would work for your date and I swear to you I can handle it. The placeâll still be standing tomorrow.âÂ
Maybe you should go. You could go home and lay in your bed and wallow some more, eat some ice cream and try and forget the past week had ever happened. But you couldnât. You needed the money and you certainly werenât gonna hide from Steve when heâs the one that fucked up. So with all the courage you can muster you turn to him, doing your best to give a blank face so he canât see the hurt brewing behind your eyes.Â
âNo, Harrington. I donât go on dates, remember?âÂ
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Steve watches you turn away from him and fuck, okay he deserved that. He was a major asshole who had spent the last 3 days trying and failing to figure out how to get you to forgive him.Â
Then you walk in looking so pretty that for a second he forgets that youâre mad at him, that he had fucked up. But then he sees your eyes and they look sad, detached and that kills him all over again.Â
If he thought you might have disliked him before then he had no idea how good he had it! Heâd give anything for you to smirk at him, to call him an idiot or to roll your eyes and pretend like you didnât care when he rambled on, even though he could tell you did care, your eyes always gave you away.Â
âCan I please justââ
âNo.â
âPlease, Iâm begging for you to justââ
âNo, Steve.âÂ
âButââ
âNope.â
âGoddamnit please just let me at least try and explain myself a little bit. I know I donât deserve it but I hurt you and I never, ever wanted to do that. Please. 5 minutes, honey. Please.âÂ
He thinks heâs shocked you, eyes widening the tiniest bit before you shrug at him, casting a quick look his way before you turn back around and face away from him.Â
âIâm listening.âÂ
Doing your best to ignore the fact that he just called you honey, heâs never done that, you turn to him and shrug, trying to act indifferent but on the inside youâre dying to know what he has to say. You want to know what he really thinks even though it goes against everything youâve ever thought or stood for.Â
Jesus Christ you were the pathetic one, hoping for the reassurance of King Steve. Highschool you would absolutely kick your ass if she could see you now.Â
âIâm notâŚgood at sorting my thoughts, especially around you and the shit I said the other day came out so wrong, so not how I meant it and I justâfuck Iâm sorry. I never want you to be sad or hurt because of meâŚor anything at all,â He didnât even know how to properly say anything without it coming out that he just liked you so much it made him a fool! âI was not trying to suggest people didnât want to take you out, that came out all wrong. Iâm sure thereâs a line of people just waiting for you to give them a chance,â I would know, Iâm front and center. âBut I was just surprised because I hadnât ever heard you talk about going on dates so I guess I just assumedâŚI donât know. Iâm an idiot who was also maybe just a little jealous and fuck itâs not even my business what you do! The point is that Iâm sorry, okay? Iâm so sorry that I hurt your feelings, it was never my intention.âÂ
It had been a few minutes with neither of you saying anything, the store empty and only the buzz of the crappy ac could be heard around you as he waited for you to say something, anything.Â
âDo you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Iâll do it, I swear. I hate you being upset with me, it fuckinâ sucks.â He couldnât help it, his skin was crawling the longer you stayed quiet and he thinks heâd do anything to get you to not look so sad.Â
He hears a small huff from you and if he was looking heâd have seen it was a small laugh of disbelief. âI may be mean but Iâm not cruel, Harrington. I wouldnât make you get on your knees on this floor.âÂ
Relief flooded through him and despite the humidity swirling around in the air he swore he felt cooler, lighter than he did before. âDoes this mean Iâm off your shit list then?âÂ
Your laugh was loud this time and he felt his chest swell with pride that he had been the one to cause it, even if he hadnât meant to.Â
âWhat makes you so sure I have a shit list?âÂ
âOh come on, you definitely do.â Things felt somewhat normal again and it eased the ache in his chest that had lived there for 3 long days. Maybe this whole thing would make you guys even closer, actually make you friends.Â
âAlright, maybe I do. And youâre definitely on it, but not because of what happened,â He found himself smiling at you and if he looked close enough he swore he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips before you wiped it away with the back of your hand, âbut about the other day, IâŚyou did hurt my feelings. I know, itâs shocking I have them but every once in a while Iâm reminded Iâm just like the rest of you, unfortunately. Look, Iâve worked with you a while and youâre sweet, Steve. Youâre a good guy and when you were saying those thingsâŚI know you didnât mean it the way it came out, but it made me feel..fuck I hate this shit. It made me feel like you thought I wasnât good enough or pretty enough or some shit like that and it justâŚit fucked with me, okay? But I know youâd never be cruel like that so I forgive you. Weâll forget this happened so I donât have to talk about my feelings anymore and weâll be good. We are good. Fuck Iâll even admit weâre friends if we can not talk about this ever again.âÂ
âYou think I donât think youâre pretty or good enough?â That was all his brain could think of. How the fuck could you think that? Had he not been obvious? He all but drooled over you every time you were in his line of sight.Â
âReally, Steve? Thatâs all you got! I just said we were friends. I'd thought youâd be over the moon.â Your eyes were looking everywhere but him and he knew you were trying to deflect. Youâd just been vulnerable with him and he should move on but he couldnât stomach you thinking you werenât good enough or pretty enough, let alone thinking that he thought those things!Â
âHoney, Iâd be lucky even if you even gave me a second glance. Good enough? Youâre too good for me and every other sorry prick in this town. I fuckinâ swear it. I was caught off guard and jealous. Jealous that someone else had gotten you to give them the time of day!â You looked stunned but he kept going, âAnd I can give you all the dirty details about how pretty you are. How I spend all day practically getting paid to stare at you, what a job! How Iâve memorized every little detail of your pretty face, how I stare a little too long when youâre bent over in front of me. Or how I think about your cute little mouth wrapped around that blow pop and wish it was myââ
âSteve Harrington!â Youâd slapped your palm over his mouth to shut him up and if he wasnât enjoying how squirmy you suddenly were heâd nip at your palm to make you jump. It was nice seeing you all red faced and hot because of him for a change, even though he loved it when it was the other way around.Â
Maybe heâd said too much, let his filter slip a little too far but he wantedâno needed for you to know how perfect you were. Not just to him but to anyone with common sense.Â
Pulling your palm away he opened his mouth but you shot him a glare as he did, as if you could sense he was going to do it. He watched as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat bringing your weary eyes to meet his.Â
âSmacking me around now?â He was a little shit, he knew it but he was sure you liked it anyway.Â
âYou love it.â And shit, youâd got him there. Heâd let you do anything you wanted to him with a smile on his face and his heart happy. But just because heâd made you feel better didnât mean the hurt just went away and heâd do whatever it took to fix it.Â
âCaught me,â He threw you a wink that you ignored, rolling your eyes at him, âbut seriously, thereâs not one thing wrong with you and Iâm sorry that I made you feel any different. Iâm a dick. Iâll tell you till Iâm blue in the face how pretty you are if thatâs what it takes.âÂ
âOh no, Iâve heard plenty, you perv. Now I know why youâre so quiet when Iâm reorganizing the bottom shelves, youâre staring at my ass!â He shrugged at you sheepishly, not being near as embarrassed as he should be for admitting that.Â
âButâŚthank you, Steve. This was just a misunderstanding that youâve more than cleared up. Weâre good, Harrington. Iâm good.â And the relief he felt was seen on his face and felt throughout his body. He couldâve used the moment to be sweet, dragging out the conversation but you still looked a little uneasy about opening up to him so he thought it better to go back to territory you were comfortable with, him annoying you.Â
âOh I know weâre good! Weâre friends now, remember? Donât think Iâll ever let you forget it.âÂ
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Things between you and Steve had beenâŚgood.Â
There was a bit of tension between you, the kind that made your throat dry when you looked at him and your thighs clench when he whispered something in your ear if customers were around and he didnât want them to hear. Maybe it was from the things he admitted or maybe it was because you were suddenly much more aware of Steve.Â
Youâd had your talk, if you could call it that, a few weeks ago and the time youâve spent together since then had been mostly normal. Steve, getting on your nerves, rambling about nothing for as long as youâd let him, looking at you with those pitiful puppy dog eyes when you gave him some attention. You, teasing him relentlessly, even more now than before. Covering for him less, heâd been showing up on time almost every shift you had together. Bending over in front of him more just to hear him curse and see his cheeks flush.Â
And maybe kind of developing a crush on him.Â
Itâs not your fault, itâs his! How were you supposed to resist him after he said heâd be lucky to go out with you, after he told you heâd been jealous someone else was, after he told you how pretty you were and how he thought about your mouth wrapped around hisâ
Fuckâno, you were not going down that road again. Every time you thought about what he said, how genuine and needy he seemed when he talked about you, your head got all fuzzy and your knees threatened to give out. It was all you could do not to pounce on him the second the words left his mouth.Â
So yeah, you had a big fat crush on Steve Harrington.Â
Heâd also taken your comment about being friends to heart, bringing it up every chance he got and using it as an excuse for the two of you to spend even more time together. Youâd walk in Family Video and heâd flash you that smile, opening his arms for a hug you pretended to hate but in reality looked forward to every day.Â
âHello, friend.âÂ
âAs your friend I have to tell you how pretty you look today.âÂ
âCâmon friend, come to this party with me. Itâll be lame without you.âÂ
Youâd threatened to revoke his âfriendâ privileges and heâd gasped, clutching his chest dramatically and pretending to stumble to the floor. It took everything in you not to giggle at his antics. You were quickly becoming obsessed with Steve, and even more obsessed with how quick you could get him to turn into a puddle at your feet.Â
That was how you find yourself here at the Hawkins public pool with your bag strap digging uncomfortably into your shoulder and sweat dripping down your back, wearing what youâd bet was a grimace as you walked around the scattered chairs looking for Steve.Â
One thing that remained constant and strong was the mid summer heat that took your breath away and put you in a less than pleasant mood most of the time. Poor Steve got the brunt of your frustration but he never complained. And thatâs why you finally agreed to come to the pool with him, because he was sweet and patient and adorable, even when he was annoying the shit out of you.Â
What you didnât account for was the added heat youâd endure from seeing Steve shirtless before you, arms crossed over his chest and pale pink swim trunks sitting on his hips.Â
When did Steve Harrington get chest hair and why was your mouth watering over it? It made him look sexy, older in a way that erased all boyish features youâd come to love. He lookedâŚfuck he looked hot. His hair was slicked back and you knew heâd already gotten in, too impatient to wait for the 10 minutes longer it had taken you to get here. He had a trail of hair on his lower belly that ran down under the band of his swim trunks and you think you might have actually let out a whimper at the sight.Â
You took a step toward him and cursed yourself when your legs wobbled a little bit. If he saw it he didnât say anything, righting yourself quickly and making your way over so you could toss your bag into his waiting arms, trying not to look at the patch of chest hair just inches from your face and failing miserably.Â
âMy own personal pool boy, a girl could get used to this.âÂ
It didnât take long to figure out that the easiest and quickest way to get yourself together was to turn it on him, to make his hands twitch and his stomach clench and to tease him until he was panting like a puppy.Â
âAt your service, maâam.âÂ
Grabbing your arm he tugged you to the chairs heâd saved for the two of you, a cooler sitting between them with the lunch heâd made for the both of you. It makes your heart skip a beat and your tummy flutters. Your sweet Stevie.Â
He sat your bag down between the chairs, laying back so his arms were stretched back and crossed behind his head, a twinge in your stomach tightening as you watched him stretch out before you. A fucking Greek god. You needed to even the playing field and you needed to do it now.Â
Grabbing the sunscreen from your bag you put on the sweetest smile you could conjure while your body screamed at you to straddle his thighs and kiss him dumb. âStevie, can you help me out with this?â He nodded without thought, thatâs just how kind he was, sitting up to grab the bottle from your hands.Â
Before he could make a move to get up you knocked his legs apart, pushing yourself down and back so that you were wedged between his thighs, your back almost completely pressed against his front.Â
He cursed behind you, trying to scoot back but your hands dug into his thighs to keep him there, a silent plea. Youâre sure if you could see his face heâd look almost pained at the feeling of your skin pressed to his.Â
You heard him flip the cap open and squeeze some sunscreen in his hand, neither of you saying anything for a moment before he leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear when he spoke, âsâgonna be cold.â You nodded wordlessly and straightened up a little, pushing back further into him.Â
âFuck.â You didnât mean for it to slip out and hoped you could blame it on the cold lotion hitting your back, but you knew that was a lie. Steveâs big, calloused hands on your shoulders and back had you holding back whines and moans threatening to climb up your throat. Jesus Christ this felt good, too good.Â
Any composure you had left flew out the window at his next move and you were quickly falling behind in the one sided game youâd started with him.Â
You felt his hands move down lower to where the string of your bikini tied in the back, your thighs clenching hard when he slid them toward the front, following the line of your top and just barely slipping under the cup of your breast to tease the skin there before he was pulling back and going to your shoulders again.Â
Holy fuck.Â
He tensed behind you when your fingers dug harder into his thighs, but you didnât even mean to. It was just a knee jerk reaction to his fingers gliding over the underside of your boob for Christ's sake. It wasnât until you leaned back just a little, totally innocent you were just readjusting, that you felt it.Â
Steve was hard. His swimsuit did a shit job of concealing it. And he was pressed up against you so tightly you could feel him throb against your lower back when you gasped. This was your opportunity to one up him, to move ahead a few spaces.Â
Head turning to the side just slightly so he was in your peripheral, you needed to make sure he was looking and listening. You spoke as if you werenât dripping wet yourself, thighs sore from how hard youâd been squeezing them together.Â
âPoor baby, touching my shoulders and grazing a pair of tits has you all needy, huh?âÂ
He whined low in his throat, leaning forward to press his forehead against your back. You could feel little puffs of air against your skin as he tried to compose himself, not that youâd let him.Â
âStop. Donât be mean.â The words were whispered against your skin and you smiled.Â
âDonât act like you donât like it when Iâm mean. Gets you hard, doesn't it, when I tease you?â You were being mean, so mean, but if the way he subtly tried to buck up against you was indication of how he felt, he loved it.Â
You kept going, basking in the feeling of his hands grilling your hips tight and his breathing against your back was getting faster the more you talked.Â
âYou really are like a puppy. Itâs just so fucking cute how whiny you get when youâre like this.âÂ
Both of you stilled when a whimper slipped out a little too loud and all of a sudden you remembered where you were, a fucking public pool. Steve must have realized too because he pulled back, scooting far enough away that you werenât touching anymore and you hated how you already missed the feel of his skin on yours.Â
Clearing your throat you shuffled over to the other chair, glancing at Steve to see his mouth shut and eyes looking anywhere but you. Maybe youâd gone too far. You opened your mouth to apologize but before you could he was up and tugging you to the edge of the pool, jumping in and practically dragging you in with him.Â
The cool water actually did a good job of cooling you down, physically and mentally. When you broke the surface, gasping for air, Steve was already there looking at you. You couldnât read the look on his face, couldnât tell if he was upset with you so you bit the bullet.Â
âMâsorry if I went too far, Steve. Itâs justâŚyou wereâŚthe sunscreenâyou were making me feel crazy so I wanted to even it up. I shouldnât have done that though, especially not here. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.âÂ
For the first time since you came up from the water he broke his stare, opting to look around you before he came closer, pulling you in so no one would hear your conversation.Â
âDonât be sorry, Iâm not. I only pulled away because I was seconds from cumming in my shorts like a teenage boy and I was embarrassed.âÂ
Lips pulling into a smile you covered your mouth and he pouted at you, huffing like a child when he saw you trying not to laugh at him. âNo need to be embarrassed, Stevie. You canât help that youâre a needy little thing.âÂ
His hand swatted at yours that had come up to pinch his cheeks and you cooed at him to tease him further. âSo mean.â He tried to look annoyed but failed and it made your stomach dip at how pretty he looked, drops of water falling off his lashes, lashes you and every girl in Hawkins would kill for.Â
âYou really are pretty, Harrington.â The tips of his ears burned bright red and he moved toward you instinctively, like he wanted to kiss you. God did you want to kiss him. But you didnât want to do it in a public place where you wouldnât be able to make a mess of him after so you pulled back and splashed some water in his face with a giggle.Â
âCâmon big boy, letâs swim! I didn't come all this way just to stare at your cute face.âÂ
Although you wouldnât mind it.Â
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The next few weeks are quiet, work goes by painfully slow when youâre not with Steve and you hate it. Your shifts with Steve are filled with teasing touches and flushed cheeks and very little work.Â
Youâve also been spending a good chunk of the time youâre not at work with Steve as well. He somehow almost always convinces you to come over to watch a movie or go with him for a late night ice cream run. You find yourself in his car or playing with his hair while you lay in your bed more often than not.Â
And you love it.Â
Trying to act like you werenât obsessed with him was exhausting so you mostly gave it up. Youâd smile at him more, laugh at his jokes more freely, and have become much more touchy with him.Â
Neither of you could seem to keep your hands off each other if you were in the same room. He always had to have a hand on your hip or one holding your thigh and you couldnât keep your fingers from rubbing at his neck or slipping through his hair if he was close.Â
There hadnât been a conversation about what was happening, but neither of you seemed to mind. You think that youâd become best friends who were just crazy about each other and that was enough for both of you.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
If you were being fair, you knew that technically you and Steve hadnât officially become exclusive or anything. The two of you probably werenât even dating, even though you spent all your time together. Cuddling and teasing constantly.Â
But you werenât fair. Everyone who spent any amount of time in a public setting knew that you and Steve were, for lack of a better word, an item. If someone saw you at the grocery store or at the post office, or anywhere, it was a safe bet that Steve was two paces behind you if he wasnât already at your hip.Â
This was common knowledge. Or at least you thought it was. So itâs a surprise, a bad one at that, when you come back from your break with a smile on your face that is quickly wiped away when you see some blonde you went to school with hanging over the counter with her tits pushed at Steve, a devious smile on her face as she bats her eyelashes at him.Â
All the blood rushes from your body and youâre not sure you can even keep down the sandwich youâd had for lunch. A sandwich that Steve had made for you, might you add. Thereâs a horrible twist in your belly and youâve never felt such rage as you have looking at the way she toys with the collar of his shirt between her fingers and at the way he gives her a small smile and doesnât pull away.Â
You were jealous. So jealous it took the breath right out of you and made your brain go blank. One minute youâre standing there with your skin hot and heart pounding and the next youâre sliding back into your seat beside Steve with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.Â
âNeed help with anything or are you just gonna keep groping the staff?â If your glare was sharp your words were sharper, serious and stern and directed at the girl who was still touching Steve, your Steve.Â
Both the girl and Steveâs eyes widen at your tone. She finally takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again. You see the way Steveâs staring at you but you donât look at him, you canât or you might do something crazy like hit this girl, or even worse, cry.Â
Once the initial embarrassment from your words wears off she straightens her back and narrows her eyes in your direction. âI think we had it handled, sweetie. Your coworker here,â You flinch at the way she emphasizes coworker and feel yourself shrink a little, âwas just giving me some movie recommendations. But thanks for the offer.âÂ
âIâll leave you to it then.â The words taste bitter on your tongue and you want to slap the smirk off her face so bad your palm twitches. Steve is quiet beside you and you canât even begin to process how that adds to your fury, to the pain thatâs bubbling up beneath your skin and threatening to spill out.Â
Youâve taken one, maybe two steps away from the counter, ready to go back to the bathroom of shame and cry again over Steve fucking Harrington when a hand on your wrist stops you.Â
The same hand, the one that belongs to the boy youâve become enamored with, tugs you gently back to his side, hand leaving you for just a second so he can wrap his arm around your waist and tug you into his side. Your hips are touching and you feel a wave of relief wash over you, the pain and anger dissolving while his hand grips you tightly against him.��
A sick satisfaction runs through you as you watch the way her jaw clenches and her eyes dim as his arm curls around you. Coworker my ass. Steve clears his throat beside you, catching yours and her attention, âIâm afraid Iâm all out of recommendations for you, but maybe my coworker here has some for you.â Before she can even think about speaking you cut her off with a faux pout, âI donât think I do, sorry!âÂ
Deciding Steve isnât worth the battle youâre more than willing to start, what an idiot, she turns around and pretends to look through the new releases for all of five seconds before sheâs scurrying out of the store and leaving you both alone again.Â
Steve gives one last squeeze to your hip before he moves to sit back down, the reality of your little outburst smacking you in the face. Well, this is awkward. You sit down on your stool, tapping your hands on the counter while you try and gather the courage to look at him.Â
You hope heâs not upset with you and if he is wellâŚfuck him! Just because you havenât said it out loud doesnât mean heâs not yours. You know for a fact if he caught you flirting with a guy heâd be pissed! All whiny and pouty and pawing at you for attention. So you were justified in being upset, totally and fully justified.Â
Now youâve worked yourself up to tell him off and give him a piece of your mind, and you turn to him to do just that when it all slips away in an instant. Because Steve isnât upset, no, heâs staring at you with wide, bright eyes and a smirk so big and knowing you curse yourself in your head.Â
Oh this is even worse! Now youâve given him a big head, bigger than he already had!Â
âSo that wasâŚinteresting.â You can hear the amusement in his tone and you roll your eyes. You much prefer him all pathetic and whiny over thisâŚcocky Steve. But really you donât mind this either.Â
âShut it, Harrington.â You think if you werenât so obsessed with him youâd have the decency to be even a little embarrassed at how you acted but you arenât! You practically marked your territory in front of her and you canât find it in you to care or regret it.Â
âYou were jealous. Over me! Iâll never shut up about this! Iâm taking a spot in the paper for this, alerting the press as we speak!â His bottom lip between his teeth and he looked giddy like it was Christmas morning and heâd gotten the brand new shiny bicycle heâd spent all year wishing for.Â
You could have denied it, but what was the point in that? Everyone already knew anyway how you felt, you werenât exactly subtle about it. Might as well embrace it at this point.Â
âAnd so what if I was? Figure youâre mine anyways, right?â Your cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink as you watch him take in your words, his eyes a little wide and a small shy smile on his lips.Â
âI am?âÂ
God okay, maybe you hadnât been as obvious as you thought the last months.Â
âWellâŚI thought so. You take up all my time anyways, Harrington, might as well. Plus I like youâwell a lot. Iâm yours too, ya know. If you want I guess, I donât know, I thought this was just unspoken between us and now youâre making me nervous!âÂ
His lips parted in what could either be shock or awe, you werenât sure. He didnât look appalled at the idea so that was a good sign, right?Â
âIâm sorry I justâŚsometimes Iâm not even sure you like me all that much so Iâm just a little shocked but yes! Fuckâyes Iâll be whatever you want.âÂ
Maybe he was a little dumb or maybe you werenât as good at showing your feelings as you thought but either way youâd make sure he felt wanted, needed by you.Â
âSteve, if I didnât like you I promise I would not be spending all my time with you. Iâm mean sometimes because you like it and I like seeing you all messy and cute. Mâkinda obsessed with you, you idiot.â
His grin widened, dimples popping out and your heart sped up at the sight. He was pretty, so pretty and despite how you acted sometimes you felt so lucky that he even wanted to spend any time with you, let alone all of it. Steve Harrington had wiggled his way deep into your heart and your brain and you think your life would be dull without him.Â
âIâd ask you to pinch me but I know youâll make it hurt,â Your hand reached out automatically towards his thigh and he swatted you away with an eye roll, âIâm obsessed with you too, have been for months. Since the first day you started actually. Want you to be my girl, wanna be yours too.âÂ
Leaning forward you pressed a quick peck to the corner of his mouth and you felt his head turn, trying to catch your lips. He wouldnât get off the hook that easily, it took no effort to remember how it felt to see that girl's hands all over him. Even if it wasnât his fault you donât think heâd mind paying for it anyways. Add on the cocky grin he had earlier when he realized you were jealous and all of a sudden you had big plans for Steve Harrington, plans that made your thighs clench and had you pulsing around nothing.Â
You cooed at him, pulling back just in time to see his brows furrowed and a cute little pout working its way on his lips. He had no idea what was coming to him and you couldnât want to see how sorry he would be.Â
âPatience is key, baby.âÂ
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It was a week later when it all clicked for Steve.Â
A week of teasing touches and sneaky glances his way, even when people were looking. Youâd leave a kiss on his cheek or the corner of his mouth or on the side of his neck right right under his ear. He was going crazy, body leaning forward subconsciously anytime you were near him.Â
Youâve barely let him touch you and at first he was worried but youâd whisper in his ear about âpaybackâ for making you jealous and while he was nervous, now he was just excited. And impatient, wanting and begging for you to just do it already. He couldnât take much more teasing, his cock had been aching for what felt like forever and no matter how many times he found himself in bed, stroking himself to the thought of you, it wouldnât ever be enough.Â
He thinks youâve finally decided to put him out of his misery, calling him earlier to ask if you could come over, that you had a special surprise that was just for him. Heâd agreed without hesitation, telling you to come over whenever you wanted and that heâd be waiting for you. His parents werenât around this weekend so he didnât have to worry about them and he was thanking god for that.Â
It had been 4 hours and 37 minutes since you called, not that heâd been counting, when he heard a knock at his door that had him all but jumping over the couch and sprinting for the front door. He practically ripped it open, grinning wide as he took you in with dreamy eyes and his stomach twisted in knots.Â
You were wearing a sundress that reached about mid thigh and he had to hold himself upright with the door at the sight of your bare legs, tan and smooth and fuck he just needed to bite at the skin between your thighs. The dress had little strawberries printed all over and heâd bet money that you tasted just as sweet as the fruit. His mouth watered at the sight of your full lips all glossy with whatever youâd put on them and it took everything in him not to lean forward and suck your bottom lip into his mouth.Â
He didnât realize he had been standing there just staring until you cleared your throat, a knowing smirk on your lips as he shook his head to clear him from the daze youâd put him in. âSâpretty, youâre so pretty.â His voice was quiet and he wasnât sure if he meant for you to hear or if he was just talking to himself.Â
âThank you, handsome. Can I come in or do I need to stand on the porch with you eye-fucking me all night?â He doesnât think heâd ever get used to your crassness, even though he wasnât complaining about it. He loved that you spoke your mind, no matter how dirty, and hoped what one day heâd be comfortable doing that too.Â
âRight, right, yes come in,â Pulling the door open he stepped to the side so you could come in, knees wobbling when he caught a whiff of your perfume as you passed, âAre you hungry? I canâŚorder something. I donât have much to cool but maybe I could run to the store real quick?âÂ
He heard your muffled giggle as you walked through the house in front of him, hips swaying as you walked and he felt his cock twitch in his pants just looking at you.Â
âJust hungry for you, Stevie.âÂ
You were teasing, he knew that, but he wasnât sure you werenât serious by the way you eyed him over your shoulder like he was your prey. And fuck did he want to be. Heâd crawl around on the floor if you asked.Â
By the time he followed your trail and made it through the living room you were at the foot of the stairs, lip between your teeth and hands together behind your back all innocent. You both knew better than to believe that.Â
âCan I see your room?â Fuck this was happening. He nodded at you, grabbing your small hand with his and relishing in the way it felt to hold you. He led you up the stairs and was careful not to go too fast, to seem too eager. He knows youâd tease him for being so excited but based on the look in your eyes he thought that maybe you were pretty excited too.Â
Pushing his door open he watched as you took in his room, eyes light as you scanned over the posters heâd hung haphazardly, some artwork the kids had drawn for him hanging above his desk. His bed was unmade and he cursed himself, as if youâd care.Â
âLooks exactly how I pictured it.âÂ
âYou pictured my room?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
He stood still, leaning up against the door heâd closed and locked behind him as you made your way around, lifting up papers and magazines, humming quietly to yourself. You must have been a witch or something the way heâd become so entranced with you, following your every move like he wasnât meant to do anything else.
So when you turn around to face him quickly, heâs startled, eyes shooting up to meet yours like heâd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.Â
âAlright then, on the bed.âÂ
The flurry of questions he has does little to deter him as he scrambles past you and pushes on the bed a little too quickly. He falls forward face first and hears you snicker behind him. Heâs not sure where you want him so he hopes heâs right. He scoots back, flush against the wall, the headboard on his left and foot of the bed on his right.Â
âYou want this, Harrington? Iâm not misreading anything, right?âÂ
Heâs shaking his head furiously, eyes wide and mouth closed as he watches for your next move.Â
âOh now you have nothing to say? Months of knowing you and youâre hardly ever quiet. Use your words, big boy.âÂ
âY-yes, I want this. Whatever you want.âÂ
The smile you reward him with makes his chest ache and the blood rush through him so fast he can hear it pounding in his ears. He thinks he wants you looking like that all the time, proud and pleased with him.Â
âGood! Itâs time for payback then.âÂ
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You really really hoped your nerves didnât show on your face as you stood in front of Steve. You donât think heâd notice even if they did, eyes glazed over as he waited for whatever you had planned.Â
Now at this point you were over the whole jealousy thing from last week, really you were! But you played into it a little extra just so you could be mean to him right now. Although with the plans you had, youâd be being mean to him and yourself.Â
Wordlessly you reached down, fingers toying with the hem of your dress and you watched as Steveâs eyes tracked the movement, throat bobbing slightly as you lifted it a few inches before letting it drop back down.Â
This only lasted for a few minutes before youâd had enough, gripping your dress and almost ripping it over your head and letting it drop to your feet. What you hadnât mentioned was that you had nothing underneath it, absolutely nothing.Â
Steve drank you in, slack jawed with his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he moved from your face to your tits, staring at your already hard nipples that you would blame on the coolness in his room. His eyes moved down further and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made your clit throb under his stare.Â
Was that some drool leaking down to his chin?Â
âTake a picture, it'll last longer.â
âCan I?â You donât think he even realized the words left his mouth and you fought the urge to laugh at how out of it he seemed already.Â
âNot tonight, baby.âÂ
His hands fisted the sheets below him as the pet name slipped past your lips and you smiled sweetly at him. Pointing to the headboard you directed him with a quiet voice, âIâm gonna sit there,â moving your hand to point toward the foot of his bed he followed your finger eagerly, âand youâre gonna sit there, facing me.âÂ
He obeyed instantly, shuffling toward whereâd you directed him while you climbed onto the bed and and situated yourself against his headboard with your legs stretched out in front of you.Â
âCan I have your shirt?â It wasnât anything special, a plain white t-shirt that hugged him beautifully, but you wanted it all the same. To have his smell surrounding you, covering you in him. He peeled it off so he was left in a pair of jeans that stuck to him in all the right places. Unsure of what to do he tossed it to you and you wasted no time in slipping it over your bare frame, pleased that it bunched at your hips just how youâd hoped.
You could see the disappointment in his face at the extra layer youâd added and you itched to lean forward and pinch his flushed cheeks in adoration. He was just so adorable it made you crazy. With everyone else he was strong and stern, the babysitter and protector and king of Hawkins.
But with youâŚwith you he was soft and sweet, pliable in your hands like putty and you ate up every second of it.Â
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Steve thinks he might have gone to heaven, you sitting across from him in nothing but his shirt with your thighs on display.Â
His chest feels hot despite the cool air hitting his skin and he thinks if he doesnât get his hands on you in the next three seconds something horrible might happen. You're giving him that teasing smile that makes his tummy clench and sends excitement zipping down his spine.Â
He still canât believe you like him, that youâre obsessed with him. Itâs like a dream come true and he thinks heâs pinched himself at least 17 times in the last week.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when you call his name softly, head snapping up to meet yours and he feels dizzy all over again from how pretty you look.Â
âYouâre gonna watch me, okay? No touching me or yourself until I say.â Waitâwhat? He gives you a nod and tries not to let his disappointment show in his face, and he knows he fails based on the way you smile and shake your head at him.Â
But any disappointment he had is gone in a flash when you lean back and spread your legs to give him a glimpse at just how much you like him. He might black out, heâs not sure. Youâre glistening for him, a little bit of slick on your thighs and suddenly heâs starved. He audibly groans at the sight of you on display for him.Â
âSheâs prettyâfuck so pretty.â Heâs talking more to himself than you but he sees the way you twitch at him referring to your pussy as âherâ and it makes him smile shyly, still not moving his eyes from where youâre dripping on his bed.Â
He watches closely as your hand trails down, rubbing over your thighs for just a second before youâre taking two fingers and spreading yourself open for him, both of you too impatient to drag this out too long. Before he can stop himself heâs moving forward, going to his knees and crawling across his bed that feels far too big all of a sudden. He doesnât realize heâs moved until your legs are closed and one foot is pressed against his bare chest, stopping him from getting any closer.Â
One hand is holding him up and the other is holding onto your ankle as he pleads with his eyes for you to let him closer, just a taste, he just needs one little taste.Â
âWeâve just started and youâre already breaking the rules?â The faux disappointment in your tone makes him pout, leaning down to press a small kiss against your calf and he hears you chuckle at his attempt at distracting you.Â
âMâsorry, baby, youâre just so pretty, sheâs so pretty. Let me have a taste, please? Iâll be good after that, I swear. Just one taste, honey.âÂ
He watches in anticipation, hope is swelling in his chest as you study him and he can see the contemplation in your eyes as you take him in. Heâs so close he can smell you and it lights his whole body up, cock so hard pressed up against his jeans he could cry.Â
âHmm, no,â He hears the whine he makes but canât be bothered to care, âwhat fun is payback if I give in before Iâve even touched myself! You can be patient, I know you can.â You have much more faith in him than he has in himself, body slumping in defeat before heâs moving back to where you directed him the first time.Â
âCan I at least take these jeans off? It hurts, baby.âÂ
âFine, but the boxers stay on, sneaky.â It takes him no time before heâs peeling his jeans off, sighing in relief when some of the pressure is released and he feels like he can breathe again.Â
Well he can breathe until youâre spreading your legs again, fingers slipping back down to tease at your clit as your eyes stay locked on him. His chest is tightening as he watches you. Watching the way your legs spread wider when you notice him fisting the sheets beside him. Watching the way your head falls back against his headboard when you move down to circle your messy hole, a moan so lewd coming from your mouth he feels a bead of precum drip down his cock.Â
Jesus Christ, he couldnât decide if this was heaven or hell but heâs sure that either way heâd gladly spend an eternity here.Â
Heâs torn between watching your face or watching your fingers in your cunt, eyes flickering between the two every few seconds so he didnât miss something important. He remembers how you compare him to a puppy and heâs sure heâs never looked more like one than he does right now. Heâs practically panting across from you and youâre the treat that would be making his tail wagâif he had one.Â
âFeels so good, Stevie. This is how wet I get just from thinking about you, ya know? Always have me messy and ready for you.âÂ
âPlease let me touch you. Fuckâplease, sweetheart. Need it so bad, need you so bad. Iâll be good, I swear. Never make you jealous again. God I swear Iâll do anything.âÂ
He knew you were getting close, thighs threatening to close on your hand and hips lifting from the bed eagerly. He could see it on your face tooâyou wanted to deny him, to torture him some more but he could see you giving in.Â
âYou beg so pretty, Harrington. Fuck, get over here. Now.âÂ
He didn't need to be told twice, launching himself across the bed and fitting himself between your thighs that had opened a little to accommodate his wide frame. He waited expectantly, and you smiled down at him fondly.Â
âYou know, you really look like aââ
âA puppy, I know. So can I have my treat then?âÂ
Nodding at him you swiped your fingers through your folds and held your hand out to him, fingers shiny with you and he opened his mouth quickly. His head moved forward and he took your fingers in his mouth, lapping his tongue around them greedily, determined not to waste a single drop. He hummed around them, eyes closed so he didn't see the way you were staring at him like heâd hung the moon.Â
âSâgood then?â You sounded breathless above him and he could only nod, not wanting to drop your fingers from his mouth just yet. God, you tasted good. Heâd compare you to a nice summer treat but the truth is youâd be perfect for any season, any day. Fuck heâd stay buried between your thighs 24/7 if youâd let him.Â
He finally pulled off just enough so that he could speak, âbetter than a blow pop.â The laugh that pulled from you made his heart warm. It was loud and genuine, shoulders shaking slightly as you grinned at him, teeth on display and everything.Â
It was quiet for a few minutes, you pressing your fingers down on his tongue and even though heâd cleaned them up, the taste of you lingered and he would gladly sit here with your fingers in his mouth for hours.Â
But you had other plans.Â
âNeed your fingers, Stevie. Theyâre bigger than mine and Iâm already close from watching you lap at my fingers like a little greedy puppy.â His eyes fell from yours, cheeks red and ears burning as you teased him.Â
âCan I use my mouth?âÂ
âMhm, not today. I already gave in way too quick, you were just too cute to say no to.â He wants to pout, to protest and beg but he thinks just watching you fall apart on his fingers will be more than enough for him.Â
You part your legs further as he slips down to rest his cheek against your inner thigh. His hair tickles the soft, sensitive skin there and you giggle. He moves just enough to press a quick, open mouthed kiss and dreams about the marks he hopes youâll let him leave there one day.Â
With a nod from you he moves his eyes to your cunt, swollen and dripping, and runs his fingers over your clit just to feel your thigh twitch against his cheek. He wraps the hand heâs not using around your thigh, clutching it to him tightly as he eases two of his fingers into you. They slip in easily with no resistance and the feeling of your warm, hot walls snug on his fingers makes him grind his hips down into his bed.Â
âShitâshe feels good, hugging my fingers so tight.â Your hips buck up against his hand, urging him in deeper and he smiles against your leg. A groan slips out of him when your hand slips down to rub slow, loose circles on your clit, head rolling back so that all you can see is his eyes peeking up at you.Â
He doesnât think heâs ever seen something so hot in his entire life. He can see the little beads of sweat rolling down your forehead and how youâre panting and whining above him, especially when he curls his fingers upward and finds that spongy spot that has your mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing shut.Â
âThere it is, yeah? Thatâs the spot?â Youâre nodding quickly, fingers that were circling your clit are now sliding into his hair and gripping it tightly. The burn of it makes him moan against your thigh, the sting of your grip making his eyes roll back into his head almost.Â
âD-donât you dare stop, Harrington. Mâclose, so so close.â He doesnât think there is anything that could get him to stop. Not when youâre dripping down his hand and your thighs are shaking like they are.Â
The final straw is when he moves his mouth down a couple of inches, teeth scraping against the skin where your thighs almost touch and he bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. He hears the thud of your head knocking against his headboard and the curse that flies out of your mouth as you clench down on him so hard you almost push his fingers out. He works you through it, licking over the mark he just left to soothe the sting and slowing down his fingers once you start to twitch and whine from the feeling.Â
Itâs not until you're pushing his hand away and letting your legs slump that he takes a peek at you, a lazy smile on your face and hair sticking to your forehead where youâd been sweating. He knows thereâs a widening grin on his face as he looks up at you, placing one last kiss before heâs sitting himself up so his legs are under yours and his hands are resting on the tops of your thighs.Â
âIf thatâs what you call payback then remind me to piss you off more often!âÂ
You roll your eyes, letting your body fall back against his headboard, âDonât get smart with me now, Harrington. Not when Iâm about to make you cum. I would hate to change my mind.âÂ
His ears perk up and honestly he hadnât even thought about himself since heâd gotten between your thighs, content with watching you squirm and moan around his fingers. But he wasnât gonna turn you down, hell no! Just the thought of you anywhere near his cock had him twitching in his boxers.Â
He closed his mouth, fingers coming up to mimic zipping a zipper of his lips and tossing the non existent key far behind him. You smirked at him, hand coming close to pat his cheek, almost like youâd pet his head.Â
âGood boy, now turn around and take those boxers off, please.âÂ
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Holy shit. You didnât think you'd ever cum so hard in your life. You swear you might have actually seen stars for a minute there when he curled his fingers just right. And when he bit you? How the hell did he know you had a thing for biting.Â
Keeping him at arm's length had been the hardest thing youâd ever had to do, especially when he was looking at you like you were a five course meal in front of him. Heâd practically been salivating at the sight of you and it took everything in you not to give into him immediately.Â
But now that youâd cum, all you could think about was him. About finally getting your hand on his cock and listening to the way heâd gasp and whine with your hand around him. Just the thought was enough to send another wave of arousal and need over you, your toes curling and fingers digging into his bed.Â
He still hadnât moved in front of you and you cocked your head at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly had that sad pout on his lips. âWhatâs the matter?â
His cheeks were red and he looked almost embarrassed as he tried to avoid eye contact with you and you worried youâd done something to upset him. Maybe this wasnât as good for him, maybe he didnât like you teasing him?Â
âSâjustâŚyou havenât kissed me and I justâI wanna kiss you so bad but I didnât know if there was a reason you hadnât or maybe you just didnât want to orââ
You cut him off, gripping his shoulders and pushing your lips against his that were swollen and slick with spit. He moaned against you, sighing and relaxing in your hold. Fuckâhow had you not kissed him yet?Â
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you heard the little whine he let out when you didnât let him in, laughing against his lips. He took the opportunity to move closer, hands moving to fist at your hair and you felt lightheaded from how good he felt, how sweet he tasted.Â
When you needed to breathe you regretfully pulled back, foreheads touching and noses bumping into one another as you both took big, greedy gulps of air. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked at you, a shy smirk on both your mouths.Â
âBetter?â
âPerfect.â It was hard to ignore the way your heart thumped against your rib cage like it was trying to fight its way out. He was perfect. Everything about him and the way he carried himself drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Your mind was consumed with all things Steve.Â
And while you wanted to be mushy and sweet with him, one glance down between you had your mouth watering and fingers twitching at your sides. There was a dark wet patch on his blue boxers and the outline of his cock was prominent. You think you know why he was so cocky in high school now, he definitely had the goods to back it up.Â
âKiss me whenever you want but if you donât get your boxers off in the next 5 seconds I might do something crazy.âÂ
Your words snapped him out of his post kiss haze and you laughed softly as he scrambled off the bed to pull his boxers down his legs and practically kick them across the room. You gulped at the sight of him, of his pretty and thick cock already leaking and shiny for you. You motioned him forward, eyes kind and soft as you spread your legs for him.Â
He smiled when you patted the space in front of you and he crawled back between your legs and shuffled so that he was sitting in front of you, his back pressed to your front, the material of his shirt clinging to his sweaty back. Your thighs stretched around his hips but you loved the slight burn it brought you. You laid back and brought him with you so that he was slumped against your chest, your feet hooked over his calves.Â
His hands were on either one of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there while his arms were loose at his sides. You took the opportunity to slip your hands under his arms, hands reaching up to run over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples on your way and watching the way his cock twitched where it was resting against his lower belly.Â
Steve looked like a dream, head thrown back on your shoulder, thigh thighs spread open with his pretty cock on display for you. As your hands made their way to his tummy you scratched softly, fingers sliding through the trail that started under his belly button and went down. He must have felt sensitive there because he turned his head to the side, mouth pressed against your neck as he cursed.Â
âSâgood, so good. Fuck, I swear anything you do feels fuckinâ perfect.â You pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder at his words, feeling the high of them as he spoke.Â
Holding your hand out in front of him, palm up toward his face he hummed against you, not sure what you were wanting him to do, but willing to do just about anything if it meant your hand would be on his cock.Â
âSpit.âÂ
All that was heard in the room was his quick intake of air, eyes fluttering as he leaned toward your hand. He looked back at you once, to double check that this was real or for confirmation that you really wanted him to spit in your hand, youâre not sure. But you nodded, throat bobbing as he turned back and spit, watching in awe.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
Any strength he had left was gone at your words, head falling back to its place on your shoulder as you moved your hand down, taking hold of his cock and hearing him hiss at the contact.Â
You think this might be the best thing thatâs ever happened to you.Â
His cock was hot and smooth under your touch, a mix of his spit and precum making it easy to glide your hand over his shaft, letting your thumb catch on the tip and relishing in the way he gasped in your ear.Â
âSuch a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hmm?â The feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs only spurred you on, hand tight around him as you stroked him quickly, loving the way his tummy would clench and heâd gasp at how slick he was, how good it felt.Â
Youâd never seen him so needy, so pathetic as he was right now, little whines and pleas against the shell of your ear as you gripped him. He was heavy in your hand and you wondered how heâd feel on your tongue, how heâd taste when he thrusted into your mouth. Youâd add that to the list of things you needed to do immediately.Â
âMâsorry, sorry fuckâyouâre gonna make me cum, mâgonna cumâoh shit.â He was throbbing hard against your palm, breathing even harder against your neck and you cooed at him when his hips started thrusting up in time with your strokes.Â
âWithout asking? I donât think so, Stevie. You havenât even said please!â Your hand slowed and he moved so his hand was wrapped over yours, trying to get you to go faster but you swatted him away, scolding him with a pinch to his hip.Â
Taking one look at his face that was still buried in your throat, you could tell he was out of it, so fucked out you werenât sure he could even form words, let alone beg. But that didnât stop you from egging him on, slowing down until he was so worked up he was on the verge of tears.Â
âOh fuckâpleaseâŚbaby, honey, please let me cum? Iâve been so good I just..shit I need it. You feel so good, perfect girl. O-oh my god, please. Please please please.âÂ
He was mumbling, a mix of curses and pleas as he left sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your throat. You think youâd give him anything he wanted right now with how pretty he sounded, all pathetic and fucked out for you.Â
âGo ahead, pretty boy. Cum on my hand, yeah? Make a mess of us.â Your hand sped up on his cock, feeling yourself leak into his bed as he twitched against your fingers. You kept going, kept talking as his hips got sloppy and cock was red and begging for release.Â
âDonât know how youâll ever fit inside me, Stevie. Gonna have to prep me for days I think.âÂ
âNext time youâll have to use my mouth, yeah? I hate letting your cum go to waste.âÂ
âYâlook so pretty like this. My sweet boy thrusting up into my hand, gonna think about this for days.â
He thrusted up one final time, hips stilling and body going tight as his orgasm took over. His cum coated your fist that was still wrapped around him, reaching his belly and even spilling down onto his thighs. He couldnât even see the way you pouted at how much had been wasted, cursing yourself for not letting him use your mouth.Â
Slumped completely against your chest he mumbled something about his legs feeling like jelly and you giggled, cheek resting against his forehead.Â
âSoooo, good then?âÂ
It took all the energy he could muster to squeeze your thigh, head moving to the side a fraction so he could look at you, smiling so big his cheeks had to hurt. âAre you fuckinâ kidding? I think I just saw god for a second.âÂ
Rolling your eyes and shoving at his shoulders, butterflies danced in your stomach at how pretty he looked. His skin was flushed and glowing, hair a mess where youâd both pulled at it, lips swollen and red from biting and kissing and holding them between his teeth. He looked phenomenal.Â
As much as youâd love to stay here wrapped up in him for the rest of your life, your thighs had gone numb from being stretched around his hips and your back ached from sitting back against his headboard for so long.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you could see him nodding off on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and little puffs of air hitting your skin. You tapped his cheeks with your clean hand, âCâmon, Stevie. Gotta clean us up and then we can go straight to bed.âÂ
He groaned in protest but leaned up enough so that you could slip from behind him, legs tingling when you stood on them, hobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs and flipping Steve off when you heard him chuckle from behind you.Â
âOh fuck off, Harrington.âÂ
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When Steve wakes up the next morning itâs slow and sweet, eyes blinking open and a small smile on his lips when he feels you pressed into his side.Â
He looks down and tries not to laugh at your mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool on his chest from where your cheek is squished against his skin. Your hair is sticking up in every direction and he can feel your breath on him. It makes his heart grow in his chest, an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment washing over him as he stares down at you. He could get used to this, you attached to his hip and waking up to you in his bed.Â
Thinking back to when you barely gave him the time of day, he smiles at your relationship now. How youâre just as needy as him, tugging on his belt loop to pull him to you if heâs not close enough for your liking, pulling his hand to your thigh in his car if he doesnât do it first. Heâs seen you use your foot to pull his chair closer to yours at work countless times, a little smile on his mouth every time.Â
Thereâs a part of him that doesnât know how he got so lucky. He feels that way all the time but especially when you laugh louder than you mean to, hand coming up to cover your mouth with a bashful smile. He feels it when you're humming along to a song youâd heard on the radio, head moving side to side and hips swaying to the beat in your head. He feels it when you randomly bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm and to his fingertips.Â
He feels it all the time, really.Â
And he loves when you're mean to him, when you tease him about staring at you too long or for getting all bashful when you do something normal like tuck your hair behind your ear or scrunch your nose. He loves that you turn him into mush.Â
âStop staring, you creep.â Heâd been so lost in his thoughts he didnât notice your eyes opening or howâd you had scooted closer to him, one leg coming up to tangle with his, wrapped together tightly.Â
âThatâs rich coming from you considering Iâm gonna have to clean your drool off me.â You gasped, sitting up straight and smacking at this chest, appalled at the notion that you would everâcould everâdrool on him in your sleep.Â
âKeep it up, Steve. Remember what happened the last time you pissed me off?â
As if heâd ever forget. Unfortunately for you, the idea of repeating last night, or anything like it, was hardly going to deter him from pressing your buttons in the way that only he knew how to do. Reaching out he tugged you back down to him, tucking you back into his side and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âDonât tempt me with a good time.âÂ
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington oneshot#stranger things smut
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The fact that you can see them get progressively more traumatised
No Dice Thumbnails I made for Tubbo and Owengejuice :D
#i love them so much#i wanna scrunch them up into a ball#and just trow it around#or play with it like a cat#or go rabid at it like a dog#my sillies#my scrunkles#hdghdghdh
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crybaby.
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
setting: modern au
genre: smut and fluff
contains: brotherâs best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3
summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.
âStop being so mean to her, Satoru.â Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.
âNot my fault sheâs such a crybaby, Suguru.â
âCome on.â Suguru shoots him a warning look. âThatâs my little sister you're talking about.â
âHey, hey,â Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. âYou gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.â
âEvery time you come over, she ends up crying.â The black-haired man sighs. âDonât be a jerk just for one moment, wonât you?â
âMmh, no promises.â Satoru grins. Sue him, heâs simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.
Years later, youâre still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoruâs mercy.
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âS-SatoruâŚâ The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
âBaby, you gotta stop movinâ so much.â Satoruâs large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. âGotta let me eat you properly.â He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.
âT-Too much!â You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. âSâtoo much, S-SatoruâŚâ
âYou wanna take my cock later, princess?â He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.
âYes,â you plead with wide, teary eyes. âN-need you.â Satoru smirks.
âThen be a good girl and let me prep you,â he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.
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âI really donât understand you,â Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.
âHmm?â Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. âWhatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?â
âYouâre unbelievable.â He sighs. âThose gifts you bought her⌠theyâre worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.â
âWell, you told me I made her cry.â The white-haired man shrugged. âI had to make up for it, didnât I?â Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.
â...You are not normal,â he finally scoffs.
âOf course not,â Satoru agrees, unfazed.
âYou canât keep doing this. Youâre gonna end up spoiling her.â
âAnd whatâs so bad about that?â
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âGimme another one, baby.â Heâs faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he canât really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when heâs quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.
âC-Canât, I canât â â You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; youâre so sensitive.
âYou can,â he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. âFuckâŚâ Youâre so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?
âPleaseâŚâ Youâre still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoruâs face.
âDonât hold back anymore, sweetheart.â He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. âWanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.â One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.
âS-Satoru!â Youâre unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.
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âYou made her cry again.â Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.
âHuh?â Satoru raises a brow. âHavenât even seen her since two weeks ago. Whatâd I do?â
âSheâs sad youâre moving away.â Suguru tuts. âCanât imagine why. Probably because she wonât be able to use you for your wallet anymore.â
âYou implyinâ Iâm just a wallet to her?â Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.
âYou know youâre not. But even youâre not enough of an asshole to use that against her.â
âItâs just college,â Satoru muses. âKid thinks I wonât be back for her?â
âIn two years sheâll be going off to college too.â Suguru shrugs. âSheâll get over you.â
âWhat a cruel thing to say.â Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.
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Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. Youâre lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.
âSorry, princess, was that too much?â Heâs teasing, but thereâs a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. âAww, forgive me. Youâll forgive me, right?â In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoruâs about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.
Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.
You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesnât mind. Doesnât mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.
âSatoruâŚâ Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. âA-Am⌠Am I ready yet?â His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.
â...Think you are,â he heaves, realizing that heâs just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.
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âSheâs grown up.â Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.
âThatâs what youâre looking at?â Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.
âOh,â says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. âUh, nice waterfall.â
âOne of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.â Suguru exhales deeply.
âWhat? You canât blame me too much. Kidâs changed,â the white-haired man shoots defensively.
âSheâs twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, sheâs changed.â Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âI know that, I justâŚâ Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. Youâre still tiny, only reaching up to your brotherâs, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didnât stop you from being any less adorable, though â your smile is as radiant as ever. He canât help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.
âHopeless,â Suguru mutters in disbelief. âHopeless, the both of you.â
âHuh?â
âNothing.â
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Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.
âUmâŚâ Youâre nervous. Itâs plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.
âYou sure youâre okay with this, princess?â He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. âNeed to rest?â
âN-No!â You protest immediately, shaking your head. âIâŚâ You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. âI needâŚâ You trail off, unable to say it.
âOkay.â If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since youâve already cried so much for him. âOkay, baby. Donât worry, youâll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?â You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if heâs perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.
But then youâre reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.
âGood girl.â He pecks your forehead. âTake me out of my boxers, alright?â As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you canât contain your gasp.
âOhâŚâ The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell thatâs gonna fit in you. Heâs thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.
âSee why I needed to prepare you, now?â
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âSorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.â Suguru sighs over the phone.
âDonât worry about it. If youâre not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,â says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.
âLet me know when sheâs home safe. Tell her Iâll be back tomorrow.â
âYeah, will do.â
A pause.
âAnd⌠no funny business, got it?â
âDonât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
âIâm serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesnât need you drooling all over her right now.â
âRelax, dude. Iâm not that desperate.â Satoru rolls his eyes.
âGood. Keep it that way.â
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His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âLay back and relax for me, sweetheart.â You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.
âSâgonna hurt, right?â you ask softly.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâve gotten you ready, see?â Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.
âOh.â Tears suddenly well in your eyes. âUm, s-sorry, it just always hurt with himâŚâ
âWhat?â Satoruâs eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.
âHe justâŚâ You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. âH-He just p-put it in, yâknow?â His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention itâs always deserved.
âBaby.â Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. âItâs not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?â You nod, squeezing his hand in return.
âO-Okay.â
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Itâs the first time heâs seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.
You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriendâs house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldnât.
âIâll send someone to get you. Hang tight,â heâd said.
You just didnât know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadnât returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.
âIâm gonna bring you home,â Satoru had told you, getting out of the driverâs seat to open the car door for you. âRelax, okay? Youâre safe now.â He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.
The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.
Youâve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.
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Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.
âTell me if you want to stop.â He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.
âKiss me,â you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.
âMâgonna go slow,â he tells you. âYou want me to stop, hit me real hard â â He smacks his own chest. â â Right here. Got it?â
âI wonât,â you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. âI⌠I can take it.â Satoru laughs quietly.
âAlright, princess. Donât act all cute, youâre just rilinâ me up now.â You smile, a little mischievously.
âOh, you caught me.â
âFuckâŚâ Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. âYouâre gonna kill me.â His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.
âSatoru,â you plead. âP-PleaseâŚâ
âIâll give you what you need. Relax for meâŚâ He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.
âA-AhâŚ!â You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.
âYou okay?â Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.
âYes,â you whimper. âYes, a-ah, please k-keep goingâŚâ Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.
âAlmost there,â he coos. âAlmost there, princessâŚâ After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.
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âDrink. Youâll feel better.â Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.
He sighs, not sure what he should do. Heâs never been good at comforting others, let alone his friendsâ kid sisters. He knows youâre not a kid anymore, youâre a full grown adult, but the way youâre sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.
âYou gonna be okay by yourself?â he asks instead. Satoru doesnât want to leave you alone, but heâs not sure if his presence will even help. He hasnât been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isnât the best time to barge back in. You donât reply, twiddling your thumbs.
âCall me if you need anything,â Satoru says hesitantly. âYou have my number, right?â No response. âIâm gonna write it down for you.â He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You donât react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brotherâs tells him it did not work.
âSuguruâs gonna be back tomorrow,â he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. âGo get some rest now, yeah?â You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. âMâgonna leave. Get to bed soon.â He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. Youâre quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.
He really misses hearing your voice.
âBye, then.â Satoruâs about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.
âStay.â The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.
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Youâre struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way youâre digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
âDonât stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,â he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.
Youâre so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isnât painful. Itâs so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.
A few more moments pass, and you feel like youâre going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that youâve never felt before, but you think youâre already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoruâs waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.
Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. âFuck,â he grits out against your lips. âFuck, baby, I donât know how much longer â â
âMove.â Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if heâs misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.âM-More,â you whisper. âNeed more.â
He doesnât need to be told twice.
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Satoruâs at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access â oh shit, what the hell is he doing?
He lets go of you like heâs touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, heâs greeted by the sight of you looking like youâre about to cry again. âWait â â He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; heâs not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.
Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoruâs constant teasing.
He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.
Satoru didnât return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguruâs kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.
But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. Youâre so, so beautiful â the pictures Suguru had showed him hadnât done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.
Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?
He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. âW-Want you.â
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âSo good, so fuckinâ good for me, princess,â Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. âYou feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?â
âY-Yes,â you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more.Â
âWhat a perfect lil pussy,â He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. âNo sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.â You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.
âSatoru!â Youâre crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. âS-Satoru, I-I â â
âYou likinâ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,â he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.
âI l-like it s-so much, i-itâs so ahhâŚ! I-itâs so good,â you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this â you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.
Now, though, as each rut of Satoruâs dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You donât know if youâll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.
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âHold on.â Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. Youâd just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. âListen â â He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. âYou have to go rest, donât be reckless.â
âPlease.â You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadnât he?
âNot now,â he tried to reason with you. âYouâre still hurting, youâre not in the right mind.â You glare at him.
âWhoâre you to say mânot in the right mind?â you whine. âIâŚâ You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. â...I only ever wanted you.â
âWhat?â Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.
âKnow you donât want me that way,â you continue, voice small. âBut I⌠donât care.â You sniffle. âDonât care, Satoru. Just want you.â
And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.
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âFuck, Iâm close.â He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to âLet go, cum for me, câmon. Cream all over my cock, princess.â
The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoruâs pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.
âS-Satoru, Iâm g-gonna â !â You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.
âShit..â A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.
âA-AhâŚâ you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you wonât leak.
Youâre only faintly aware of what heâs doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but youâre so exhausted you canât help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.
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You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, âYou okay, baby?â
Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.
âHmm?â He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.â Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that youâre wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoruâs unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.
â...What did we do?â You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.
âYou regret it?â he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.
âNo.â You ponder for a bit. âBut itâs never gonna happen again, right?â Satoruâs breath catches in his throat.
âWhat?â
âI know last night mightâve given you the wrong impression.â You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know youâre not mistaken, youâve never been so sure about it â you love him. âI donât⌠do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, butâŚâ you trail off.
âHey, hey.â Youâre crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. âWhatâre you talkinâ about?â
âDonât want just this from you,â you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. âBut I donât⌠I donât expect you to want the same.â He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.
âYou still in love with me?â He deciphered them spot on, but that doesnât stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. Youâre huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.
âF-Fine, whatever! You know already, soâŚâ You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. âThatâs w-why â â
âDonât really know why youâre so upset, princess,â he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees youâre about to fall into. âThinkâŚâ Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. âStill such a crybaby,â he canât help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.
âUgh, jerk! Four years later and you still canât take me seriously, God, why do I even bo â â He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, heâs smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.
âThink I love you too,â he finishes. âSo youâve got nothing to worry about.â A few moments pass.
â...Are you fucking with me?â You look him dead in the eye.
âTechnically, I already did,â he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. âOkay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.â Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. âBe my girlfriend?â
You answer him with a kiss of your own.
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Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. Heâs worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows youâre still probably heartbroken.
Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguruâs aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.
Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. Heâs brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.
Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but heâs wearing Suguruâs apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, heâs nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are â wait a second, are those Suguruâs as well?
âOh hey, Suguru!â If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguruâs face. âYou hungry? Was just makinâ some eggs.â
âWhat the actual fuck,â Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoruâs.
âS-Sugu.â Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoruâs still happily cooking eggs. Suguruâs expression is stone cold. Youâre staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.
âBaby, you ready for food?â Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.
Suguruâs smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.
âWhat happened to no funny business?â
Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table â a carrot.
âSugu, stop, itâs okay â â Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.
Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.
Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.
But not from Suguruâs.
âI still remember,â Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. âWhen I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear â â
Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best manâs speech, burying his face in your shoulder. Youâre giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.
âThen you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong â â
Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when youâre sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.
âWell.â Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. âGot anything to say?â Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:
âWorth it.â
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Part Five
Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)
You call Meredith when you get home.
You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.
How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.
"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."
"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"
"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."
"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.
"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."
"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."
"That works."
"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."
It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.
"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.
"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."
The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.
Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.
But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.
You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.
You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.
Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.
âWhat are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...
âMy key wouldnât work.â He explained. "So Iâm out here.â
"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"
"You won't return any of our messages."
"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."
"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.
"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.
Dammit.
"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."
"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.
"Why not?" He countered.
âMaybe because I've already tried, Kyle?â You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. âBecause I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didnât need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because Iâve made the excuses for you.â You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. âIâve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didnât do for me wasnât because you didnât care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until itâs time to fuck. I tell myself itâs because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know Iâm not worthy of meeting.â He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. âItâs not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.â
He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.
You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.
God...
That felt good.
You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...
You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.
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something about best friend simon not knowing any boundaries (or, deliberately bulldozing through boundaries)â
the way heâs the one who picks you up in the airport even though you and your boyfriend already made arrangements for the pick up, but simon just says he offered to take over because your parents needed help setting things up in their lake house and that your boyfriend offered to help them.
(simon made him offer to help. itâs hidden so well behind honest concern that your boyfriend didnât notice that simonâs been pushing him into the role until simon's calling out his goodbye's, saying he's off to pick you up now.
"oh, i can-"
"don't sweat it, mate," simon replies with a pinched smile. "i'll drive carefully, promise. bring her back, all safe and lovely.")
you didnât even know simonâs invited to the vacation, but you gladly murmured to him your thanks, too caught up in your exhaustion to notice the little mean grin that tugged his lips up.
you clamber to his rover messily, blinking slowly, and before you can reach over to buckle your seatbelt, simon leans over and does it for you.
"could've done it myself, y'know?" you whine.
"sure you can," he grunts as he pulls himself back to his seat. "not like y'were one blown wind away from keeling over, but sure."
you roll your eyes at him playfully before biting a giggle when he scrunches his nose at you in reply.
he takes the long route back.
"want anythin' to eat?" simon asks after a while.
"don't weâ" you pause, yawning. "need to hurry back?"
"not really," he replies, eyes flicking to the side mirror before he rounds a sharp curve. your body jostles, falling to the side, slipping towards the gear, and simon's hand falls to your lap to steady you.
he doesn't remove it even when the road straightens.
"okay," you finally reply, tired eyes blinking at the size of his hand on your leg. "m'kinda hungry."
he huffs a fond laugh and says he knows a place close by.
it's a local burger joint, apparently known for their fries and milkshake. simon buys you one.
"aww," you croon, grabby hands pulling the cold cup closer to you. "thank you, si."
you two eat in his rover, too lazy to actually settle in the diner.
it's greasy and messy and delicious. simon says you look filthy, before reaching over to wipe the stray milkshake on the corner of your lips. you poke your tongue out to him in reply; he says to swallow that back in before he yanks it out.
you laugh, chucking a balled-up napkin towards him before jumping out of his SUV to run to the bathroom.
(you didn't notice the throngs of messages coming in from your boyfriend nor the way simon swiped your phone from your back pocket and kept it.
he remembers your passcodeâstill unchanged even after all these yearsâand reads the messages that your boyfriend sent.
he's asking if you've landed or if you and simon are on your way back. he says he also misses you dearly, and that he can't wait to finally be with you again.
simon deletes them all.)
the two of you return when itâs well into the night, and everyone's gone to sleep. you sigh, feeling the exhaustion hitting you harder now, and amble to your room where you know your boyfriend must be waiting for you, only to stop when simon holds your arm.
"wanna sleep with me?"
"what," you begin, turning your sleepy eyes up at him. "no that's alright. my boyfriend'sâ"
"asleep, already. probably got ordered 'round by your pa, huh?" he smiles, his thumb swiping along the side of your forearm. "y'might wake up the poor lad if you go there so why don't you sleep in my room just for tonight?"
simon's words wash over you and you know, somehow, there's something wrong with them, with him, but your mind is bogged down by your drowsiness. you can't rationalize what's going on, so you say yes.
that's all simon needed to pull you to his room and into his bed.
you slip out of your clothes, per simon's instructionsâhis words all muffled as you try to stay up awakeâand slip into something loose and baggyâstretched in its overuse but so comfortable on your skin.
it's simon's shirt, you'll learn tomorrow, but for now, you drop to the bed, your eyes shut close, and fall in deep sleep.
the last thing you feel is the heavy dip on the mattress behind you before a thick arm is thrown over your side, pressing into the fat of your stomach to push you back and into simon's front.
limbs lay tangled together, breaths shared, and the summer heat buzzing as skin meets skin.
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simon doesn't get any better after that. he gets so clingy, and intrudes in your space and forces your boyfriend out.
your boyfriend complained, of course he did, but what could you do? what could you say? simon's your childhood friend so there's nothing malicious between you two. there's nothing more into it.
he gave up fighting then, fists tucked close to his sides as you kissed his jaw and told him to trust you on your words.
butâ
how can he calm down? how can he not burn in anger when he sees the way simon pulls you to his lap and you readily nuzzle close. granted it's all because the two of you are watching some game on your phone and the position must be the only way to watch it comfortably, whatever, but it rubs him so wrong how familiar you and simon fall into each other.
how can he not doubt your words when he catches simon's eyes narrowed at him in quiet delight, before deliberately curling his arm around your stomach, and throws the other one on your lap, so dangerously close to your crotch.
it's even worse when the family gathers to the lake, and you and simon are chasing each other, playfighting in front of everyone. simon picks you up with ease, big hands digging into the fat of your belly or your thighs or gripping your ass like simon's so intimately familiar with your body.
how can he not hate himself a little bit when he realizes that it was always you and simon. that that's the dynamic.
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(and if simon successfully seduces you during this vacation, wellâ)
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Drunk Modern!Mizu with a Breeding Kink
(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))
(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))
Youâre shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. âGood night, doll! See you later!â
Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.
You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.
You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. Thereâs a pink flush across the middle of her face.
âToo much whiskey, sweetheart?â you chuckle as you approach her.
âFucking Taigen,â she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. âFuckingâŚdrinking contest.â
You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, youâre just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. âYou couldâve just said no,â you hum.
Mizu remains silent. Sheâs probably telling herself she wonât grace your soft snark with an answer, but itâs actually cause she really doesnât have a comeback for that.
Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where youâre sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.
Sheâs⌠really staring intensely at how youâre sitting on her.
You start to lift yourself up on your knees. âYou good? Does it hurt?â
Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. âNo,â she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. â...Itâs nothing.â
But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.
âNothing? Like a âjust thinkingâ nothing or a âTaigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cerealâ nothing?â
Mizuâs nose scrunches up in disgust. âWhat?â
You press your hands to Mizuâs chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. âWhat. Did. He. Saaaaay?â
Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizuâs eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where youâre sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. âFuck,â slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. âSâ just being stupid and gross.â
You noted that little change in her voice. âLike what?â
Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. âSome girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.â
You sigh, âJesus Christ, of course.â
âHeâs gross.â
She keeps shifting her hips under you. âAre you sure you donât need me to get up-?â You start lifting yourself again.
âStop moving,â she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesnât die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. Thatâs a pout more than a scowl.
You laugh breathlessly. âWhatâs got you so worked up?â You tap her totally not pouting lip.
She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where theyâre gripping your hips.
âDonât be all huffy with me. Tell me,â you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.
She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.
The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.
She mumbles something.
âMizu-â
âI wanna do that.â
Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. âYou want to-?â
âI want to cum inside you.â
The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.
Holy shit.
Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.
And whether itâs the liquid courage or Mizuâs determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.
Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. âI want to have something that I can slip inside you-â
Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. âYou have several strap ons-â you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.
âI want to feel you from the inside.â She makes a frustrated grunt, âI donât want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-â
Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.
âI want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.â
Holy shIT-
âMizu-MIZU-!â
Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as sheâs suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. Sheâs supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as youâre the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she canât bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.
And very, VERY drunk.
She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. âI wanna see it dripping out.â
You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. Itâs not a love bite, itâs possessive. Itâs stinging.
But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. âI want to leave myself behind. Inside you.â She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.
Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. âAndâŚâ you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. âAnd if you got me knocked up on accident?â
Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. Sheâs silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.
Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. âWouldnât be an accident.â
Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. Youâll decide if you survive this encounter.
âMizu-â you donât even know how to finish that sentence. Youâre just⌠you donât even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.
Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. âWould you keep it?â she asks so softly.
âI-â your brain is still on that fucking LAG.
Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. âI wouldnât make you, if you didnât want to-â she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that thatâs never gonna be an issue for you two.
Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. âIâd just⌠beg for you to think about it,â she makes a wounded sound.
You swallow again, throat clicking. Youâre becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.
She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like sheâs mimicking how far sheâd push inside to get what she wants. Sheâd work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-
âItâs selfish,â sheâs murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. âBut Iâm selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know thereâs a little us-â one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like sheâs obsessed. Her voice is strained. âI want to know itâs inside you. Theyâre inside you. I want to know theyâre safe and warm. Youâd keep them so warm. Youâre always warm-â
You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.
SHEâS STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.
You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.
âBaby.â
Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.
âLet me put a baby in you, dove,â her voice is strangled, slurred worse than youâve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.
Jesus, sheâs bringing out the rare pet nickname sheâs so desperate.
And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing youâve ever seen.
âPlease?â
Sheâs pleading.
What the fuck was in her whiskey?!
âIâll-Iâll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-â she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. âJust spread your legs and Iâll do all the work.â
With strength she should not have while sheâs absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. âHave my baby. Say yes.â Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.
Youâre tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And itâs not just cause sheâs grinding into you like sheâs warming up to do it.
"Say yes..."
Click!
You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizuâs roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.
She scowls at him. âYou said you werenât coming back tonight!â She sways over you.
Ringo blinks. âMom has Bingo in the morning,â he says innocently. â⌠did something happen?â
âSheâs pregnant,â Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringoâs help.
âOh? Congratulations!â
ââŚ.WaitâŚ?â
âRINGO HELP!â
In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.
âHi baby,â you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.
âHi,â she groans. âIâm never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.â
You nod, âThat sounds good."
You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?â
She shrugs as she passes you. âBarely.â She disappears into the kitchen.
âOh,â you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until sheâs out of sight to oh so innocent call out âI wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.â
Several loud crashes in the kitchen.
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Hi, you mentioned MOB and Simon do movie nights. What kind of movies do you think they'd watch together? I can picture him stomaching a cheesy rom com because he knows how much she loves them but I can also kind of imagine her surprising him by choosing something like a horror movie. I'm probably way off base. Idk why and this might just be me but I find that certain horror movies put me in a bit of a cozy mood lol
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"simon, did you get the popcorn?"
you hear what sounds like a grunt in response. you keep rummaging through the cabinet on your toes, frowning, pushing aside the cartons of stock and bags of rice as you look for the box he supposedly picked up.
"simon--?"
you jump when you feel two big hands on your waist. you gasp when he drags you backwards, pressing your ass against his front, reaching up over you as he slides the corn starch aside to pick out the box you were looking for. he drops it into your hands, giving the side of your neck a warm kiss before pulling away.
"you put it up there on purpose," you giggle, turning around to face him. he makes a face, feigning ignorance, and he puts a hand over his chest.
"dunno wot y'r talkin' about, luv," he mutters, touching your chin gently. "did y'pick a film?"
you nod, and he takes the box from your hands.
"mmm. i'll get it ready for ya. you get it started on the telly," he nods his head behind him. you give his cheek a light kiss before making your way behind him. you curl up on the couch, throwing a blanket over your legs. you watch as the cat slinks into the room from the corner of your eye, padding into the kitchen where she smells the popcorn. when simon comes back into the room, she's following him closely, staring up at the bowl in his hands as he takes a seat next to you.
he glares down at the cat as she takes a seat in front of his legs. she hops up onto the coffee table, sitting on the edge, and she blinks as he snarls at her, putting a piece of popcorn in his mouth and crunching down on it rather obnoxiously as if to taunt her.
"wot are we watchin'?" simon asks finally as you click the remote. you lean your back against one side of him, settling the blanket over both of you as you reach into the bowl and take a few pieces of popcorn.
"terrifier."
"ya wanna watch somethin' scary?" he chuckles, raising a brow. "didn't think ya'd fancy somethin' so..."
"so what?" you smile up at him, turning your head. "gory? you should know, i happen to appreciate low budget, indie films that feature lots of blood. besides, i heard people literally got sick from the second one, so we have to catch up."
simon snorts, bopping your nose with his thumb.
"y'r bloody hilarious, baby," he mutters, nudging his nose against yours. you put a hand on his chest and push him backwards, giggling.
"oh, no," you warn him, shaking your head. "we're not doing this again."
"doin' wot?"
"we haven't finished a single film in the last few weeks because you can't keep yourself off," you laugh, turning back to the tv.
"don't know wot y'r talkin' about," he murmurs, his eyes honed in on your mouth. the curve of it, how you wet it with your tongue, the cherry gloss that's still lingering from when you put it on earlier.
you lean up a little, whispering against his lips, "i mean..." you kiss him softly, "like last night..."
he chases you when you pull away, his breaths heavy as he stares down at the low neckline of your shirt, the peek of the bra he nearly tore off of you just a few hours ago. he meets your eyes, humming.
"mmm..." simon licks his lips, "fuckin' hell..."
you smile, big eyes, all soft.
"i really, really wanna watch it, simon," you whisper. "can you do that for me? pretty please?"
simon sighs, scrunching his nose a little before nodding his head.
"woteva y'want, baby. can have woteva y'want."
you crunch on more popcorn as you turn your head around. simon throws his arm around you, pulling you closer, and he narrows his eyes as the cat jumps onto the couch beside him. he relents finally, picking off a small piece of popcorn and setting it down in front of her.
simon nearly throws the entire bowl when she merely sniffs it and walks away.
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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!
.ŕłŕż he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you goâespecially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p â> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).
author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene ę¨ď¸
"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."
you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"
it's only partially a lieâyes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experienceâsatoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.
but whatever, that's a problem for laterâfor now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.
you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.
satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of courseânow c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.
"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."
"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"
after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."
"you promise?"
"i do."
satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.
"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."
"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.
"good girl."
then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.
"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."
it's agonizing, reallyâthe sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd likeâbut it's not too rough for you to handle.
satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"
a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"
and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.
but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"
"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously bigâit feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.
"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're tooâ"
"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.
"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuckâ agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."
satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?
a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but goneâit's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.
satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.
"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.
it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for himâthe way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.
but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.
"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.
"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virginâor are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."
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Wanna Do Bad Things To You
Synopsis. He fucks you like he hates you. You didnât mean to fuck your old friend-with-benefits - truly - it just kinda happened.
Pairing. Multiple x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! Reader, hate sex, ex-friends-with-benefits, slight angst, heâs still in love with you, unprotected sex, jealous sex (from his side), choking, marking, pet names (my love, sweetheart), swearing.
Word count. 1.5k
A/N. Ummmmmmmm yeah. Art by @_3eam on X.
He fucks you like he hates you.
âShut the fuck up, you little slut.â
âDo it then. What? Scared heâll do it bet-â
Cut off by a pathetic gurgle - his large hand around your throat. Ringed fingers tightening right above your pulse, the cold metal digging into your searing skin.Â
Your vision is bleary, blood roaring in your ears as he leans down, muscled front against your back. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers lowly, âRunning your mouth a bit too much, my love. You do the same with him as well?â
Shivers run down your spine - all the way to your cunt, pulsing and clenching furiously around his throbbing tip. Teasing your dripping entrance. Unmoving.
Your walls burn, struggling at the stretch of his thick head, yet still wanting the bastard to fucking move. Such a fucking tease. He was always like this - even back when you two were together, but thatâs a story for another time.
Turning to glare at him over your shoulder, âSo what if I do? Who are you to tell me what to do?â
Youâre either an idiot or a mastermind.Â
Maybe both. Because you feel his achingly hard cock twitch animalistically inside you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across those kiss-bitten lips you knew too well. You hated how much you wanted them on yours right now.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm not anyone to you.â he murmurs venomously, swiftly capturing the tender skin of your exposed neck, sharp teeth digging into you. Branding you.Â
You keen, hips bucking uselessly against his bruising grip on your hips as he pulls away. God, you felt so used - and it made your walls flutter around him so desperately.Â
Two long fingers reach up to squeeze your cheeks together mockingly into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look at him. âBut Iâm gonna ruin you for everyone. Including that little prick youâve tried to replace me with.â
Your eyes flutter open in shock - you didnât even realize they were scrunched up - getting lost in the ones boring into yours, half-lidded and pupils blown ferally. Electricity jolts through your body at the pure lust and rage whirling in his intense gaze.Â
You two were going to be the deaths of each other.
You two were always going to end up like this.
Youâve barely even finished the thought before his flushed tip is kissing your cervix so painfully good.Â
âHah- Oh, fuck. Fuck you.â Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheaths himself completely in you. A low hiss leaves his swollen lips as he pulls out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, prominent veins dragging along your g-spot.Â
âFuck, you sure you hate me? Because this pussy seems like she canât get enough of me, hm?â
Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by his rock-hard cock bullying its way back into your snug cunt. He fucks you animalistically, heavy balls stinging your pussy as his cock rams in and out of your hole over and over at a relentless pace.Â
Strangled mewls of ah! ah! ah! leave your swollen lips as large fingers presses tight circles into your clit at a merciless rhythm matching the cadence of his hips.Â
You mindlessly writhe against him, you felt so full - so split open on his cock. It was too much to handle. He was always too much to take.Â
âNow now, donât hah- run away from me, my love. If youâre going to act like such a fucking slut then take it like one.â he purrs, lip curling into a smug smirk that you wanted to smack off his pretty face. You couldnât stand him - but you couldnât get enough of him either.
âIâm not the hah- o-one that runs away. And- hngh- Iâm not your âloveââ you grit, because God forbid you go down without a fight - even when youâre falling apart completely under him.
What else could he have even expected? You always did see through him.
God, did he love that bitchy mouth of yours.Â
Huffing out a surprised laugh, he wraps a strong arm around your waist pulling you deeper onto his throbbing cock - grip hard enough that he knows youâll have marks to remember him by. Not like he planned on letting you ever forget him in the first place.
âYou always did know how to push my buttons, huh, my love?âÂ
âCould say the same for you, sweetheart.â
Fuck that stupid fucking petname. How is it that even after years of not hearing it, his heart still lurches the same as it falls out of your mouth? That annoying, nagging part of his brain wonders if you call him the same thing.
And maybe you could read minds - he wouldnât be surprised - because you open those pretty lips to say âThough, youâre not my sweetheart anymore, huh?â
Unexplainable anger seethes under his skin in a way that makes him want to claw it off.Â
âFuck you.â he hisses, turning your face so his mouth clashes with yours. Itâs all bruising urgency and teeth clashing at the breathless dance of your tongues.Â
His cock speeds up itâs abuse on your cunt, fucking you with impatient, harsh thrusts that have his leaking tip kissing your cervix. Had it not been for his firm hand around your throat, you were sure youâd have been slammed into the headboard creaking in protest.
âYou drive me fucking insane. Fuck you.â
He hates the whines of his name falling from your kiss-bitten lips, and how itâs his favorite song.
He hates the tears clinging to your lashes in a way that makes him want to burn down anything that made you cry. Including himself.
He hates the way your cunt clamps down on him as if it hurts to part - he wishes you felt the same.
He hates the way he canât let you go.
You were perfect, so perfect. Too perfect for him. He was probably better for you - all stability and reassurance where he is nothing but a whirlwind of change.Â
In one, fluid move, heâs pulled out of the snug heaven of your dripping cunt - flipping you onto your back to stare into those beautiful eyes that haunt him every night.Â
"Let's forget everything else, if just for tonight."
And with those words, heâs back inside you again, ramming into you with purpose. Though his thrusts are as unforgiving as ever, something about the air feels charged with something different. A rawness that both of you would have shied away from.Â
âTh-this doesnât hngh- fix us, yâknow.â
âI know, my love.â
His low words muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark with a tenderness that doesnât translate into his hips. And you canât overthink it - because your head is only filled with him and the way your cunt is milking his thick cock so good.Â
And later youâll probably blame your foggy thoughts for the reason why your hands subconsciously wrap around his muscled shoulders, pulling him so impossibly close until you can feel his heartbeat thundering under your touch - in sync with your own. One. Two. Three.
âAh! Shit. Doing so good, cunt made jusâ fâme. Youâre made jusâ fâme.â choked moans leave his throat as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to look into your fucked out eyes.Â
âPerfect fâme, my love.â
Maybe at his words - or maybe at his predatory, blown-out gaze - you buck your hips to desperately meet his. Breathless moans of his name leaving your bruised lips.
With a final, purposeful thrust of his cock, he pulls you once more into a familiar, searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. You see stars as you cum, mind barely registering the thick ropes of his seed that fill your quivering cunt.
A low groan leaves him as his cum forms a thick, white ring around his base, dripping down your legs and onto the bedsheets that he knew were your favorite. It was feral - and at least for this moment, it made him feel like yours.Â
Some carnal part of him keeps bucking his hips into you as if on instinct, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper the way he would as lovers, his strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from moving away. But he didnât have to, because right now you wouldnât want to be anywhere else.
Keeping you close. As if he never wanted to let go - both of your bodies a mindless whisper of what your minds craved.Â
A delicate intimacy that only your bodies could bring rings in the sex-filled air. And when he finally stops, body collapsing onto yours - he whispers a secret. Meant for only the two of you in this quiet world.
âFuck me like you still love me.â
Because by God was he in love with you.
- Gojo, TOJI, SUGURU, Atsumu, SUNA, Tsukishima, SAKUSA, EREN
A/N. Maybe Iâll do some fluff next week to make up for thisâŚ
Plagiarism not authorized.
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PLEASE, LOVE ME. PT2
simon riley / reader
FIND PART ONE || read the full thing on ao3
tags: childhood friends, friends2lovers, virgin!reader, soft!simon, protective!simon, afab!reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, MDNI
cw: reader is over 20, pining, masturbation (reader), loss of virginity, explicit workplace sexual harassment/assault, so much crying, one-sided love, not-really-unrequited love, vomiting, panic attacks, depression, crying, sex related shame, PTSD (reader), codependency but cute, self-deprecating thoughts, slut shaming, wet dream, dry humping, simon fucks up tho, reference to suicide & suicidal ideation, really nasty argument, reader hits simon sorry, apologizes tho!!!, reader struggles to orgasm, drinking, fooling around while drunk (no sex), breast play, fingering, orgasm denial, simon's a tease, p-in-v, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampie, mating press, missionary, simon's dirty mouth, dirty talk, wet&messy, big cock, uncut simon bc i said so, reassurance & encouragement, some pain upon penetration, clit spanking, post-coital crying!!!!!!, aftercare, briefly edited so apologies for any lingering mistakes
note: this is part two and contains the gratuitous smut portion ur all looking forward to <3
you've loved him since you were children. after a confession when you were 14 went rejected, you vowed to never let your feelings be known again. but after an incident that left you hurt and fragile, you find it hard to keep that promise.
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Things seem to get much better between you. Your anger and resentment towards Simon diminishes significantly and you can finally say you feel comfortable around him again. You wouldnât say youâve forgotten everything that happened, you fear that the entire ordeal has left its scar on you.Â
But you finally feel ready to truly begin to work on yourself and get to a better place mentally.Â
Youâre humming to yourself as you dust the surfaces in your living room, cringing in disgust when you see how dusty a particular shelf was.Â
Just as you go to give it another swipe, your front door opens and Simon stumbles in, huffing from effort as he carries two armfuls of groceries.Â
âSimon!â you cry out, watching with wide eyes from the stepstool you stood on as he ungracefully dropped them on the floor, âWhy did you bring them all up here like that?â
âDidnât wanna make another trip,â he explained lamely, flexing his hands as he looked over all the bags.
âOkay, I guess,â you chuckle softly.Â
Simon finally looks up at you, âWhat are you doing?â
âCleaning,â you shrug, waving the duster at him, âI havenât felt like doing it until now so might as well get it done when I feel like it!â
Heâs quiet for a moment before he steps over the bags of groceries.His boots thunk heavily on the floor as he approaches you. Suddenly, he wraps an arm around your middle. You squeak in surprise when he very carefully and gently pulls you off of the stool and places you back onto your feet.Â
Then he walks away like nothing happened, snatching up a couple groceries up from the floor to take to the kitchen.Â
You decide not to comment on his behavior and simply choose to grab a couple of bags and help him out. When you get inside the kitchen, heâs already stuffing things into the refrigerator. You place the bags down and go back to pick some more up, transferring all the bags of groceries near him so he can easily put them away.Â
You notice one of the bags has some piping, lightbulbs, wires, and other things you canât identify.Â
âWhatâs all this?â you ask, holding the bag out to him when he turns to look.
He grunts, closing the fridge, âGonna fix some shit around here.â
âWhy?â you ask, scrunching your nose up as you place the bag on the counter.
âShithole needs it,â he mumbles, moving to start opening the cabinets, âSince you refuse to let me move you out of this place, Iâm gonna make sure it at least functions.â
You hum and nod your head. Simon had attempted to convince you to move out and into an apartment of his own choosing but you flat out refused. He was already paying the rent on this place, you werenât going to let him spend more money for a different place â because you know Simon would choose somewhere that would cost a lot more than your current flat.Â
But you couldnât deny, the idea of Simon doing a little manual labor around the apartment made your heart flutter in your chest. The way he took care of you and was willing to get his hands dirty just to make sure you were comfortable. The little domestic tasks you could imagine him doing.Â
It almost felt like something a husband would do.Â
You felt your cheeks flush immediately at the train of thought. How embarrassing and juvenile to think something like that
âI can cook dinner!â you mumble after clearing your throat.Â
Simon actually has the audacity to laugh. You frown as he shakes his head, closing the cabinet before turning to you.Â
âAbsolutely not,â he says.
Your jaw drops, âWhy?!â
âBecause,â he steps closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before breezing past you, âYouâre a terrible cook, love.â
You open your mouth to retort but can only huff. Because heâs right. The last time you tried to make dinner for the two of you, you had confused cayenne with cinnamon and made the most diabolical stew known to man. He vowed to never let you cook anything that required more than boiling water since.Â
You pout your way back to the living room, mumbling a petulant, âFineâŚâ as you went.
You didnât catch the broad grin on Simonâs face as he watched you sulk away. He was just happy to see your vibrance returning before his very eyes.
True to his word, however, he began to do some random odd jobs around the apartment. He changed that damn leaky faucet in the kitchen first. He would never admit it but it was beginning to drive him completely mad. He swore he could hear it dripping into the metal sink basin in his dreams.
Then he fixed the piping in the bathroom so they would stop all that god-awful clanking that practically woke up the entire complex. But after that, he figured he might as well fix the piping under the sinks as well.
Thatâs when you saw him. On his back, big body sprawled out as he worked underneath the cabinet, wrench in hand and soft grunts of effort coming from him. His t-shirt rose up just a bit, exposing a small stretch of tummy and his happy trail. Every once in a while, you could see his muscles flex and it made your mouth go completely dry.Â
You felt like a Victorian man seeing his first ankle on a woman. Ridiculous.Â
Sure, youâd seen Simon shirtless countless times â hell, you walked in on him completely naked once or twice. But there was something particularlyâŚdelicious about him like this. Unaware, casual, just doing work.Â
It made a swell of heat settle in your abdomen. You squeezed your thighs together as you watched him. His biceps flexed and bulged, making the sleeve of his t-shirt grow taut around his skin. His muscles moved underneath the tattoos inked into his skin.Â
You dragged your eyes down his body, past his pecs, past the sliver of tummy. You imagined yourself crawling between those thick thighs and unbuckling his belt, tugging at the button of his jeans. You imagined getting to see his cock chub up inside his boxers before you would pull it out and wrap your lips around the leaking tip.Â
Salty, you imagine. Youâve always heard that menâs cum and pre-cum would be salty. Would Simonâs taste as bad as some of your friends had told you back in highschool? You hoped not. You couldnât imagine not enjoying every part of him â even his cum.
You wanted him to shoot in your mouth, let you taste it. You wanted to milk it out of him, give him no choice but to cum down your throat.
âAre you just going to stand there or do you need something?â his voice startled you out of your thoughts.
Wide eyed, you looked to meet his gaze but you found he wasnât even looking at you, still staring at the piped overhead.
âUm,â you cleared your throat, floundering for an excuse as to why you were ogling him like a piece of meat, âI didnât want to interrupt you. I-I was just wanting to make sure the shower was okay to use?â
He grunts, letting out a soft sigh before pushing himself out from under the sink, closing the cabinet before wiping his brow with the back of his hand, âYeah, go ahead and shower, love.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile, casting one last glance to see that his t-shirt had fallen back into place. Disappointing.Â
You trudge out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Softly, you close the door and turn on the shower. The pipes donât clang when the water shoots through them. It brings a smile to your face.
Once youâre stripped and standing under the warm spray, you let your hands wander your body. First, you cup your breasts, watching your nipples harden under your own touch before you slide one hand between your thighs. Thereâs a slickness between your folds that's distinctly different from the water, itâs slippery and sticky. But it makes your touch against your clit easy.Â
You bite your lips to keep quiet, scared to death that Simon could hear you from under the sound of the water. You make quick, tight little circles against your clit. The bud is hard and twitches under your fingers. It makes the breath stutter out of your chest.Â
You need more room, you realize, hiking your foot up onto a shelf. It spreads you open just a little more, gives you a little more access for your fingers to play. You sigh, head tipping forward to watch as you circle your own clit.Â
But the more you touch yourself, the faster that tingling, warm sensation dissipates. You huff through your clenched teeth, frustrated.Â
Usually, you could at least feel the beginning of that peak forming but this timeâŚnot even close. So you shamefully close your legs and go about your shower as if nothing happened, taking care to wash the slick from between your thighs especially.
As you lay in bed that night, Simon breathing deeply beside you as he slept, you were lost in thought.Â
Surely, you were in the wrong for thinking about Simon like that â for getting wet at the sight of him. And then sleeping soundly next to him as if you werenât some kind of pervert. Maybe you should just confess and apologize to him.Â
No. You quickly admonish that thought, glancing over at his prone form. You couldnât bear to see him be disgusted by you. Heâd already rejected you years ago, finalized it and put the nail in the coffin so you would never be dumb enough to do it again.Â
What would he do if he found out about yourâŚattraction to him? He practically lived with you now, after everything happened. He was in your flat more than he was on base now. It was only a matter of time before he caught you with your hands dancing in your pants.Â
Your cheeks flushed at the idea. Part of you thought it hot â for him to find you needy like that, desperately playing with your clit as you try to make yourself cum.Â
But on the other hand, you could see the wrinkle of disgust in his brow and sneer on his face as he walked away. That outcome was not worth it, you decided.Â
With a sigh, you rolled over so your back faced Simon and closed your eyes for the night.Â
You both should have known better that the fragile peacefulness between the two of you was just that â fragile, balancing on a delicate precipice that could shatter at any moment.Â
The ring of his phone was the break.Â
âAnswer that for me, love!â he called from the kitchen where he was busy preparing dinner.Â
You leaned forward to check the number. It wasnât in his contacts but Simon never got calls from people unless he knew them. So you slowly slid the button over and accepted the call.Â
âHello?â you mumbled into the phone.
There was a beat of silence before a womanâs voice responded in kind, âHello?â
âUmâŚâ you swallowed down the apprehension that settled in your chest, casting a glance towards Simonâs back as he stood over the stove, âWho may I ask is calling?â
âIâm looking for Simon,â she said, sounding much more coy than a second ago. She knew his real name and that irked you. People from work always referred to him as Ghost, only those he considered trustworthy or friends were privy to calling him Simon.Â
âUm, heâs busy at the moment, can I take a message?â you ask, loud enough for Simon to hear in the kitchen if he was interested in intervening. But he didnât move.Â
âSure!â she giggled, âTell him that Victoria really wants to see him again and to call me so we can!â
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, âY-Yeah, sure. Iâll let him knowâŚâ
âThank you,â she cooed in a sultry tone, âOh! And tell him I really had a great time last time we were together and that Iâm looking forward to a repeat performance.â
âYeah. Iâll do that,â you assured, hoping you didnât sound as tense as you felt.Â
She giggled before the call disconnected and you were left glaring at his stupid stock phone wallpaper.
âWho was it?â Simon comes to the archway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall. You canât hear anything cooking anymore so you assume heâs finished dinner.
âVictoria,â you spit the name out like itâs poisonous, âSays she wants to see you again and she had a fantastic time with you last time.â
Simon shifts where he stands, looking down at his feet before looking back up to you, âAlright. Iâll call her back later.â
That sends knives straight through your heart. It aches so badly that you want to bite your own tongue off to make it stop.Â
Jealousy, you realize. Youâre fucking jealous. Some girl calls and asks for his dick and he just says okay?Â
Heâs not yours, you tell yourself. He can fuck whoever he wants.Â
But that does nothing to quell the inferno raging inside you.Â
Thereâs other feelings brewing inside you; rejection, fear, loss.
You feel bitter that youâre right there and he would still never choose you. Heâll always choose someone else because he doesnât see you like that. It feels like heâs throwing it in your face, just spitting at you to show you that he doesnât love you like you love him. He never has and he never will. Youâll never be an option to him because he doesnât want you.
Then youâre scared heâs going to leave you. Heâs going to go to this Victoria chick and leave you all alone so he can get his dick wet again. Just like last time. Maybe heâll like it so much he wants to stay with her. Maybe heâs going to leave you behind so he can start a new, happy life without having to worry about the dead weight thatâs been dragging him down since he was 8. You. His responsibility. His problem.Â
Youâre so scared that heâs going to be ripped from your grasp. That youâre going to lose him to someone else and itâs going to be you and your pathetic one-sided love for the rest of your life. Fuck, youâve loved him since you were 4. Youâve loved him for so long that it makes you nauseous to think about. How many people loved one person for this long?Â
Please, you wanted to cry to him, please love me.Â
Please, just love me back.
âSo youâre gonna go then?â you finally find your voice, bitterness and resentment thick in your tone, âYouâre gonna leave me to go to a booty call again?â
He stands up straight at that. Arms cross over his chest, he watches that way you glare at him, heated and teary-eyed. Hurt.Â
He knew you still werenât over the way he left you that time â when you needed him the most. Youâd been ignoring the residual hurt that lingered, intent on pretending that everything was fine. He had been doing his best to make up for it but it always felt like one step forward and two steps back with you.Â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he assures softly, âIâll call her back to tell her that it wonât happen.â
He tries his best to remain level-headed and soft, to be reassuring like he knows you need. But your expression doesnât change. You continue to glare at him with that furious, hurt look in your eyes.Â
Suddenly, you stand.Â
âI donât believe you,â you hiss, turning your back to him, storming down the hallway.Â
He almost winces when he hears how hard you slam the bedroom door. He thinks about going back there to talk to you but decides against it. You need some space to calm yourself down.Â
He eats the dinner he made for both of you alone, putting your half in the fridge for later. He goes about the apartment, locking the door and turning out all the lights. Then he gets to the bedroom door and goes to turn the knob and it doesnât budge.Â
Despite himself, he laughs. He jiggles the knob, jerks the door a little harder like itâll open with a bit of force. And it might, itâs a flimsy ass door if heâs being honest â heâs forced bigger and heavier doors open before.Â
He snaps your name, humor gone from his voice. You donât answer.Â
âOpen the damn door,â he snaps, trying the knob again. He gets silence in return so he slams his fist against the surface. The sound is loud enough that it makes his own ears ring, âI said open the door. Iâm not playinâ this game with you, sweetheart.â
âSleep on the couch, Simon!â he hears your wobbly voice call back. Of course youâre in there crying, he thinks.
âIâm not sleepinâ on the fuckinâ couch,â he hisses, leaning his forearm against the door, resting his head against it with a sigh, âOpen the door and letâs talk.â
âDonât wanna talk to you,â you whine, bratty as all hell. He would have laughed if he wasnât so damn pissed, âWhy donât you go sleep with Victoria since you like her so much.â
You donât know why you say that last part. You donât want him to go to her, you donât want him to go anywhere. The thought of it brings more tears to your eyes.Â
Simon is silent on the other side of the door for a long while. You almost think he walked away and succumbed to the couch. You wouldnât actually let him sleep on that awful thing, of course. You justâŚyou donât know what the end goal here is, if youâre honest.
âFine,â he finally spits, âIf thatâs what you want, Iâll fuck off and find Victoria.â
You hear the floorboards creak under his weight as he walks away. You sit up straight in bed at that, eyes wide as you listen to him stalk through the house. You swear you hear the jingle of his keys and thatâs what has you lurching out of bed in a panic.
You almost trip over the sheets as they tangle around your legs but you manage to free yourself and wrench the door open.
âSimon!â you practically shriek, rounding the corner of the hallway to find him standing with his back to you, facing the door.
Heâs got his hoodie and mask on, boots firmly on his feet and keys in hand. He stands still, back straight as his shoulders rise and fall with his breathing. But he waits.
âDonât go,â you find yourself whimpering, ââM sorry. Come to bed, okay?â
He doesnât move and that makes your heart pound in your chest. You know heâs pissed, can see it in the way his fists stay clenched at his sides. His fingers twitch and he makes a move for the doorknob and you surge forward, wrapping yourself around his other arm, yanking him away from the door as hard as you can.Â
He lets your weight knock him off balance, lets you drag him away from the door. He lets you tug him down the hallway, sniffling and crying as you do.Â
âJ-JustâŚâ you find yourself frantically tugging his mask off, tossing it away before you rip the hem of his hoodie up. He doesnât help you or fight you as you try to take it off of him. He just stares blankly at you, like heâs assessing you. You hate it. âG-Get ready for bed, okay? JustâŚwe can go to sleep.â
âWhy do you make this so fuckinâ hard for me?â he finally breaks his silence, the question cold and calculating. Like heâs tired. Exhausted, âI keep tryinâ to make it up to you. But every time something goes wrong, you throw everything back in my face and you act like you hate me again. I canât keepâŚâ he trails off, shaking his head before he sits at the foot of the bed, hands clasped together and head hanging between his shoulders.
âI love you,â you blurt out, a sob breaking out of your lips as you do. Simon doesnât move. Your hands cover your eyes, as if being blind to his reaction will make the rejection hurt less, âI love you and i-it just keeps messing me up inside. Iâm sorry.â
âYou love me?â he asks, still no emotion in his voice.Â
When you peek at him, heâs in the same position as before, hands clasped, elbows on his knees, head bowed. You have no idea what expression heâs wearing and youâre scared to find out.
âYes,â you hiccup, sniffling softly, âIâm sorry.â
âWhy are you apologizing?â he asks softly, almost solemnly.
âI promised,â you cry, another choked sob escaping you.Â
âPromised..?â he doesnât sound cold anymore, just confused, âThe fuckâre you talkinâ about?â
âW-When I was 14,â you whimper, shame filling you as you recall your now-broken promise, âI-I told you I liked you and you said you didnât feel the same. You told me to never bring it up again and I promised I wouldnât. B-ButâŚâ you sobbed again, stopping yourself from finishing the sentence.
âFuckinâ hellâŚâ he breathes, bringing his hands to his face, scrubbing them up and down vigorously in a way that looks like it hurts. Then he laughs.Â
He fucking laughs.Â
Itâs like your worst fears come to light. Heâs laughing at you, at your confession. At your feelings. A fresh wave of tears fill your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You bite your lips to keep from making your sobs audible anymore. You didnât want him to laugh at that too. You hang your head, wringing your hands together behind your back anxiously as Simon quiets down.Â
âShit,â he breathes, getting to his feet. He stands before you, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He frowns when he sees the utter despair on your face, the heartbreak in your eyes, âNo, baby. No, no. I wasnât laughinâ at you.â
Baby. You catch onto it. Heâs never called you that before.Â
You dash the spark of hope that it causes.Â
He rubs his thumbs under your eyes, wiping the tears away.Â
Then, he leans forward and slots his lips against yours.Â
Itâs like fireworks explode in your chest. Your heart races so fast that you feel lightheaded. You canât even respond to the kiss in time before he pulls away, your mind is moving too fast for you to process any meaningful thought. But he kissed you.Â
Simon kissed you.
âWhat?â you finally manage to whisper, looking up with wide, shocked eyes, âWhy did you..?â
He looks confused for a second, still cupping your cheeks as he looks into your watery eyes, âYou really have no idea?â Your brows furrow immediately and you shake your head, âHow I feel about you?â
âYou feel..?â you dumbly repeat.Â
He smiles softly, thumb rubbing softly over your cheekbone, âYou really think I donât feel the same?â
âB-But whenâŚwhen we were kids IâŚâ you stumble over your words, the truth youâve believed this entire time seemingly false, âYou s-said you didnât feel the same.â
âJesus, love,â he huffs softly in disbelief, âYou were fourteen. I was seventeen. You were way too fuckinâ young for me, it wouldnât have been right.â
âB-But thenâŚâ you stutter, reaching up to wipe your cheek, âWhen did you..?â
He shrugs, âNot sure exactly. Suppose sometime after you turned 20 was when I realized I felt somethinâ for you.â
âSo you reallyâŚâ you whisper, snagging your hands into his hoodie to pull him close, âYou reallyâŚI meanâŚâ
âLove you?â he smiles softly, âOf course I do.â
You lean forward and press your lips to his. He hums, wrapping one strong arm around your middle to pull you even closer. His lips work magically over yours, taking control of the kiss with ease. You easily melt into it, following his lead. Itâs not as easy as you thought it would be and you hope Simon doesnât notice.Â
But he does, of course he does.Â
He pulls away and smooths the palm of his hand down your cheek before it comes to rest on your jaw. His thumb slides over your bottom lip and he hums.
âYou ever kissed before?â he asks, voice calm and level with no teasing to it at all.
Still, heat explodes all over your face. Embarrassment overrides the euphoria of your requited feelings. You try to pull away but Simonâs much stronger and he wonât let go unless he wants to.Â
âHey, donât run,â he coos softly, turning your face to look back up at him, âI was just askinâ.â
âNo,â you mumble, still burning with embarrassment, âI-Iâve only ever liked you soâŚâ
âFuckinâ hellâŚâ he whispers, letting you step back just a bit so he can look over you, âIs that right?â
âYou should know that,â you mumble, feeling small under his scrutiny, âYou know everything about me.â
âDidnât think datinâ history was somethinâ you felt like sharinâ,â he shrugged off.
âWell, now you know,â you mutter, your gaze glued to the floor.
âThat I do,â he hums in agreement, reaching out to brush a hand down the length of your arm.Â
A soft, quietness falls over the two of you. Youâre not sure what to do and it seems heâs content where he is. Heâs watching you, tracking every little shift and fidget you make until he finally seems to take pity on you.
âLetâs get to bed,â he says softly, giving you a soft nudge towards the bed.Â
You take the opportunity to dive into bed, yanking the blanket over you as Simon strips himself out of his boots and hoodie. You go to look away as he yanks his belt free with practiced hands but you canât seem to. He slips the belt out of the loops and drops it on the dresser before unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off.Â
Your mouth waters at the sight of him in a tight pair of navy boxer-briefs slung low on his hips. You can make out the shape of hisâ
âEnjoyinâ the view?â he mumbles half-heartedly as he turns to root through the dresser to find some sweatpants.Â
âSorryâŚâ you mutter shamefully at being caught.Â
He chuckles under his breath, pulling the sweats on before he rounds to his side of the bed and drops onto the mattress, âNothinâ to be sorry about.â
He leans over you and turns out the tableside lamp. Then he settles into his pillow with a soft sigh.
âSi..?â you whisper.
âYeah?â you can hear the smile in his voice.
âAre we umâŚâ you clear your throat, âI mean likeâŚare weâŚtogether now..?â
You feel him roll over and toss his arms around you. You squeak when he tugs you towards him roughly, securing you against his chest before he kisses the top of your head.
âDo you want to be together?â he asks, muffled by his lips pressed against you.Â
âYes,â you whisper quickly, wrapping yourself around him almost possessively.
He tilts your head up and carefully slots his mouth over yours again. You sigh happily at the feeling.Â
You notice that he keeps it a lot slower than he had before, moving his lips carefully against yours. Like heâs trying to make it easier for you to keep up. It makes your cheeks flush again but you sink into the pillow and let him kiss all he wants as you do your best to match his movements.Â
His body shifts, torso hovering over you as he rests his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. Your hands rest against his shoulders and simply get lost in the kiss.Â
After a moment, he deepens the kiss, sinking into you with his chest pressed against yours. You whimper and wrap your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his cropped hair.Â
One of his hands moves, coming to grip your waist, fingers sliding up the hem of your shirt. Itâs like a dream come true. Literally.Â
All those nights you spent with your hand between your thighs, thinking of him. Thinking of him touching you like this â with his hand sliding your shirt up a little further every second. You even feel that familiar wetness soaking your panties.
Then why was your heart racing from anxiety instead of excitement? Why did you feel a fearful tremble setting in your thighs, as if your knees would be knocking together if you were standing. Why were you scared?
Before you can stop yourself, youâre shoving your hands against his chest with a weak, âNo!â
Simon is off of you in seconds but you can feel his gaze on you in the darkness. You struggle to catch your breath as you lay there, heart pounding in your ears. Your head hurts, you realize with a wince.
âUmâŚâ you find yourself attempting to appease him, âI-I donâtâŚIâm sorry, IâŚâ
âItâs alright,â he whispers sincerely, settling down into bed with a content hum, âNothinâ to worry about, love.â
You scoot closer to him and hesitantly place your head on his chest. Simonâs arm wraps around your back and tucks you even more snug against him. You close your eyes and will yourself to relax and sleep as you feel Simonâs comforting hand rubbing your back.Â
Neither of you talk about it in the morning. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. You donât bring it up, even though you want to, and Simon doesnât try touching you like that again. Part of you wants him to, youâve been dreaming about his touch for years but once you finally get it, you freak out?
You canât stop beating yourself up over it.Â
But then you think about the anxiety that it had caused. The apprehension. How uncomfortable it felt â how you wanted his hands off of you.Â
You sighed, flopping onto your side on the couch where you sat. Your mind was buzzing annoyingly from your thoughts.Â
Regardless of your problems, you were happier than ever with him. He was finally yours. Wholly and truly yours. It was bliss.Â
âGot a call,â Simon says, snapping you out of your daze, âGotta leave.â
That makes you sit up, âLeave?â
You finally notice that heâs got his bag packed â the one he only takes when heâs getting deployed. Youâre on your feet in seconds, following him to the door. Heâs wearing his skull balaclava so all you can see are his eyes â sad, apologetic.
âH-How long?â you ask, unable to ignore the ache in your chest as you watch him.
âFew weeks, probably,â he mutters, placing the bag down so he can tuck his feet into his boots.
He straightens up with a grunt before turning to you. He sighs, gloved hands cupping your cheeks when he sees how sad you look â like a kicked puppy. You wish you could feel his bare hands on you but canât find it in you to ask.Â
âI donât want you to go,â you find yourself mumbling.
Itâs selfish and even a bit cruel of you to voice that desire. Simonâs thumb strokes your cheek in that sweet way he always does and you melt into him. He lets you thump your head against his chest as you suppress your cries, biting your lip so you can keep your tears at bay.Â
âI know,â he softly whispers, stroking your back as you cling to him, âI know, but I have to.â
âI know,â you mumble, finally looking up at him. You know your eyes are glassy and you make sure to blink back the tears so they never overflow, âJust be safe and come home, okay?â
He lifts his mask up just enough to expose his lips before he leans down to kiss you. Itâs a whole body experience this time. He clutches you against him like his life depends on it, gloved hands fiercely gripping the back of your t-shirt. His lips move smoothly against yours, hand coming up to cup your jaw so he can tilt your head and pull you even deeper into his kiss. He pulls away when he needs to breathe, smiling when he sees the dazed, lovesick expression on your face. He tugs his mask down and lets you go but you stay as close to him as possible.Â
âMake sure you stay warm,â he coos, âGonna start gettinâ real cold in a couple days.â
âI will, Si,â you assure him.
âLeft some cash for you to do your shoppinâ,â he adds, âI know youâre a shit cook but I left a list of some easy recipes. Donât burn the flat down.â
You snort and playfully smack his shoulder, âIâll just buy some cup noodles in that case.â
He rolls his eyes, pinching your side to make you gasp from the ticklish feeling, âDonât even think about it.â
Your grin falters when his phone makes that obnoxious beeping noise that lets you know itâs something urgent. He sighs, the tranquil happiness between you two broken immediately. He kisses your forehead through his mask and pulls the front door open.
âKeep this locked,â he mutters, stepping past the threshold, âIâll be home soon.â
He closes the door and youâre left with an emptiness that overcomes you. Youâve always been scared for him when he has to go off on missions â you know that his job is extremely dangerous and he could lose his life at any moment. That thought alone makes a nauseous pit settle in your stomach. You push down the feeling of bile rising in the back of your throat and click the lock on the door with a sigh before you go about your day, trying your best to keep your mind off of him and where he might be in the world.Â
True to his word, however, the temperature drops bitterly cold within 2 days after he leaves. There had already been a chill in the air that drove you to turn the heating on just a bit but now it was full blast. But now, it was dipping to freezing and you were anticipating the arrival of snow soon enough as well.Â
You wake up one morning, however, and your apartment is bitterly cold. You sit up, confused before climbing out of bed. Your feet are immediately freezing as you step onto the floor. You hiss, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stumble over to the radiator in your room. You touch it and find absolutely no heat emanating from it.Â
All the radiators are the same. Absolutely no heat.Â
You curse, realizing you have no idea what youâre supposed to do. You curl up on the couch under a heavy throw blanket as you type with bitterly cold fingers into Google, looking for anything that can help you. But itâs to no avail. You canât understand a thing.Â
Your next thought is to call the building manager but you know thatâs pointless. The useless man never actually helps with any work for his tenants.Â
Thereâs no way in hell that you can afford to call someone to come and fix the problem. You have money for groceries but if you spent that you wouldnât have anything to eat. You sigh, resolving yourself to bundling up and trying to stay as warm as you can.Â
You pile all the blankets you have into bed and pick out only your thickest, warmest sweaters.Â
This is going to be miserable, you think.Â
The snow comes just a short week later and it feels even colder. You venture out of your flat to go to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for the dishes Simon wrote down for you and also some cans of soup that you can cook to stay warm. You also throw some boxes of tea and some hot chocolate in with it, figuring why not. Warm drinks will help.Â
Itâs almost 3 weeks of living like that. Itâs miserable and makes your bones ache from how stiff the cold makes you feel. You make sure to eat nice, hot food to keep yourself warm and make frequent cups of warm drinks so you can keep your hands warm for as long as you can. You do your best.Â
The worst is showers, though. When youâre standing under the blisteringly hot spray, itâs bliss. But the second you step out and your wet body is hit with the freezing air, you couldnât have felt more miserable.Â
The night Simon walks through the door, he finds you bundled up on the couch sipping a cup of hot chocolate.Â
âSimon!â you gasp excitedly, tossing the blankets off to take a running leap at him.Â
He huffs contentedly when he catches you in his arms, letting you embrace him for as long as you need. He strips his mask off and brings you in for a delicate kiss.
âLet me wash up,â he mumbles, stalking through the apartment.
âUm, before you do, Si,â you catch him at the entrance to the hallway. He turns to you and looks at you with a brow raised, âThe umâŚheating is broken soâŚjust letting you know when you come out of the shower itâs gonna suck.â
âAinât nothinâ I havenât dealt with before,â he mutters and pauses, âThe fuck you mean itâs broken?â
âHeating cut off a few weeks agoâŚâ you shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself as you start to feel the cold creep in again.
âA few weeks ago?â he hisses, running a stressed hand through his hair, âFuckinâ hell. You didnât call someone to fix it?â
You pout as he raises his voice, clearly frustrated, âI couldnât afford it, Si! I had the money you gave me for food but I wasnât gonna spend that to get the heating fixed. You know the building manager is a piece of shit, not like he was gonna call someone.â
He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, seemingly thinking something over. Then he turns on his heel and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.
âIâm sorry, Simon!â you call through the door, âI didnât know what else to do! Please, donât be mad.â
The shower turns on and all you can do is look up and sigh in exasperation. The second heâs home and heâs already pissed at you.Â
You sulk over to the couch and flop down, tossing your blankets over you as you grab your mug. The hot chocolate is still warm but not as hot as it was. Itâll have to do.
Simon comes out of the shower, gets dressed warmly, and joins you in the living room. He doesnât even look at you as he makes a move for his bag that he left by the door. You almost think heâs going to scoop the bag up and storm out the door. You sit up, ready to stop him but instead, he stoops down and zips it open. He pulls out his wallet and approaches you.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you mumble, watching him flip the thing open.
Itâs old and worn, a simple black leather wallet. Heâs had it for as long as you could remember and youâve put the poor thing through the washer and dryer so many times that youâre shocked it's still intact.Â
He pulls out a bank card and promptly hands it to you. Your brain stutters to a stop as you look at it.
âTake it, fuck sake,â he mutters. He sounds annoyed but the way he looks away and his ears turn pink you can tell heâsâŚshy.Â
Simon Riley is fucking shy right now.
You take the bank card out of his hand and look at it, flipping over in your hands, âWhy are you giving this to me?â
âSo you can use it,â he mumbles, slamming his wallet shut and tossing it onto the table, âThat way, in case anything happens you can withdraw from my account for what you need. If an emergency happens and Iâm not around, use it.â
âSimonâŚâ you mumble, looking up at him, âAre you sure..?â
âCourse Iâm sure,â he scoffs, taking a seat beside you before softly rattling off four digits.
âHuh?â you dumbly ask.
âItâs my pin,â he responds, grabbing one of the blankets you have piled on the couch and tossing it on his lap.
âThatâs my birthdayâŚâ you say softly as you repeat the numbers over and over in your head, âYour bank pin is my birthday?â
He snatches the remote up from the table and turns the TV on without another word. But you can see how pink the tips of his ears are. It makes you beam and before you know it, youâre curling snugly into his side.Â
âLove you, Si,â you whisper, earning a kiss to the top of your head in response.
Simon calls the next morning to have someone come by and fix the damn heating. You listen to the man rattle off some information to Simon about what the problem was but it makes virtually no sense to you so you resolve yourself to sitting on the couch and waiting until itâs warm again.Â
But even when itâs nice and toasty inside, you still plaster yourself to Simonâs side, snuggling as close to him as you possibly can.
âI want you to meet my team,â Simon says one morning while heâs making some eggs.Â
Youâre standing by the toaster, waiting for it to pop up but his words make you turn to him, âYou mean 141?â
âWho else?â he huffs, flipping one of the eggs. It sizzles loudly in the pan, âThey wanted me to go out with them tonight. Thought you could join us.â
âReally?â you realize how incredulous you sound and then try again, âI mean really? Thatâs okay with you?â
He nods, plating the eggs, âI think itâs time they met you.â
âI-Iâd love to,â you say, unable to hide the excitement you feel.Â
You catch a slip of a smile on Simonâs face before the toast pops up and distracts you.Â
You have to dig into your closet that evening, after a shower, to find something nice to wear. You figure an occasion like this calls for something a little nicer than just jeans and a t-shirt like you usually wear. But you canât find much of anything.Â
âWhatâre you huffinâ about in here?â Simon asks when he walks in, towel wrapped around his waist. Heâs still dripping wet from the shower and you can feel the way your mouth fills with saliva at the sight.Â
âI uhâŚdonât know what to wearâŚâ you respond, turning your back to him just as he slips the towel off. Your cheeks feel like theyâre on fire, imagining Simon completely naked behind you.
âWear those nice jeans you got,â he mumbles, grunting as he gets himself dressed, âAnd that little blue top you got.â
âThe cropped one?â you ask incredulously, a brow raised as you turn to him. Heâs got some jeans on now and heâs meticulously unfolding a black t-shirt so he can put it on, âI havenât worn that in a while, howâd you even remember it?â
He shrugs, the muscles in his back rippling with his movement before he tosses the shirt over his head and pulls it down, covering his skin once again, âItâs cute. Weâre just goinâ to the pub, love.â
âOkay,â you mumble, reaching into the back of your closet to pull the little shirt out, âIf youâre sure this will be okay.â
âIâm sure,â he chuckles softly, grabbing his balaclava off the dresser. But he doesnât put it on yet. Instead, he sits on the bed and watches you change.
Youâre acutely aware of his eyes on you as you strip your shirt off. You keep your back to him, trying to ignore your racing heart. You donât feel uncomfortable at all, instead you feelâŚexcited.Â
Your mind runs wild, imagining him stepping up behind you, kissing your neck and cupping your bare breasts in his big hands. Theyâre a little rough from his line of work and you wonder what theyâd feel like against the sensitive skin of your tits, thumbing your nipples and pinching them a little meanly.Â
âC-Can you hand me a bra?â you find yourself asking.
He grunts in acknowledgement and the bed creaks when his weight moves off it. He opens one of the drawers and is behind you in a second. His body heat permeates through his shirt as he presses his chest against your back.Â
He slings your bra over your shoulder, holding it with one finger by the strap. You canât help but tilt your head back to look up at him. Heâs towering over you, pretty, brown eyes looking down his nose at you.Â
You realize in this position, he could clearly see your breasts but he keeps his eyes on yours. You take the bra from him and he lets you, simply staring into your eyes with that stern silence he has about him.
âT-ThanksâŚâ you find yourself whispering, mouth feeling particularly dry.
He grunts, lips quirked up just a bit before he turns his back and walks back to the bed. You let out a quiet, slow breath, willing your heart rate to go back to normal.
Simon was so exhilarating. Just being around him sets your heart racing and fingers trembling.Â
You put your bra on and slip your top over your head, ignoring the sticky feeling in your panties as you do.Â
âI donât know, Si,â you mutter, turning to face him, âI-Itâs a little tight on me now.â
The fabric once hugged you nicely but now it was snug. It molded around your breasts, even showing the lines of your bra. The neckline was low, giving a good show of cleavage â it didnât help that Simon picked one of your more well padded bras.Â
Simon looks up, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. He sucks in a quick breath and looks away, licking his lips.
âLooks fine,â he mutters, standing to pull one of the drawers open again. He searches for a second, brows furrowed until he pulls out the jeans he was talking about. The ânice jeansâ as he called them, were just some low rise jeans youâd only worn about 4 times.
You look dumbly at them as he drops them into your hands.
âThese?â you scoff, âSimon, I canâtââ
He quiets you with a kiss to your forehead, âTrust me, love.â
He steps out of the room after that, leaving you to your own devices. Youâre thankful that you can change your panties without him seeing how saturated and sticky theyâve become because of him. You bury them in the laundry basket and remind yourself that you should do the laundry before he does because youâd be mortified if he found them.Â
You donât even look at yourself in the mirror, afraid youâll feel too self-conscious if you see what you look like. But you trust Simonâs judgment on what he thinks would look good on you â and you canât deny that dressing up how he likes feels nice.Â
You step into the living room, intent on pulling your shoes on when Simon catches you with an arm around your waist. You gasp as he turns you to face him.
âYou look lovely,â he whispers, smoothing his hands up your sides, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke your skin.
You swallow thickly as your heart starts racing in your chest again. He leans down and pecks your lips but pulls back before you have the chance to kiss back.Â
âLetâs go,â is all he adds before walking away, leaving you no choice but to follow like the lovesick puppy you are.Â
Walking into the bar, your heart pounds painfully in your chest from pure anxiety. Your hand is clasped tightly in Simonâs as he easily moves through the crowd. You suppose his height makes it easy to see over people.Â
âYou alright?â he asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
âHavenât been in a bar since I worked atâŚâ you trail off, giving him a half-hearted shrug.
âIf you wanna leave, just say the word,â he mutters, giving your hand a squeeze.
âN-No,â you shake your head, shooting him a wobbly smile,âI wanna meet your team at least.â
He smiles reassuringly and gives your hand a tug to encourage you to follow him. He leads you right to a table situated in a corner, three men laughing and drinking.Â
âThere he is!â the one with the mohawk cheeks, holding up his pint in celebration.
âShut up, Soap,â Simon grumbles petulantly as he pulls out a chair for you.
Soap, you note to yourself. You know them by name but youâve never actually seen the faces to put to them. Soap looks like you imagined, a broad grin and pretty, bright eyes â you imagined them green but theyâre blue.Â
âAnd who is this lovely companion of yours, Simon?â an older man with a hat and mutton chops asks with a kind smile, eyes on you.
Simon says your name before he sits down with a grunt beside you.
âPrice,â your boyfriend supplies when you look curiously at him.
The man in question holds out a hand which you take and softly shake, âNice to meet you.â
âHad no idea Lt. had someone waitinâ for him at home,â Soap says, a teasing lilt in his voice.Â
So youâve met Soap, Price, and that leaves; your eyes land on the quiet guy sitting back in his chair, a cool smile on his lips. He meets your gaze and his smile broadens â not teasing like Soapâs but purely kind.
âYou can call me Kyle,â he gives you a polite nod.
âGaz, then?â you question, tilting your head to the side. Kyle looks surprised, eyes flicking to Simon who shifts uncomfortably in his chair, âHeâs talked about all of you before. I only know your call signs though.â
âJohn will do fine if youâd like,â Price says, tipping his beer back to take a chug.
âSimon calls me Johnny,â Soap adds, âYouâre welcome to as well. Anyone important to the Lieutenant is important to us.â
Out of the corner of your eye you see Simon roll his eyes. It makes you smile. He leans over, nudging you with his knee, âYou want anything to drink? I need one.â
âNo thank you, Si,â you reply, intent on having a clear head for the night. Youâve never been much of a drinker anyway.Â
When Simonâs gone from the table, you suddenly feel incredibly out of place. Price and Kyle have the decency to not stare you down but Soap seems keen on keeping his baby blueâs right on you and a goofy little smile on his face.
âUmâŚâ you shift uncomfortably as you look back at him.
âWeâve never gotten to meet anyone from Ghostâs private life before,â Soap says, saving you from having to think of what to say, âJust shocked sâall.âÂ
âYouâre gonna start giving the poor thing the creeps with your ugly mug,â Kyle chuckles which also makes Soap laugh.
âSorry about that,â Soap lifts his glass and cheers to you before tipping it back.Â
He grimaces slightly as it goes down before slamming his glass back on the table.
âItâs alright,â you respond, âSiâs not really the open book kind. So I understand.â
âHow long have the two of you known each other?â Kyle asks.
You find yourself wondering where the hell Simon even is but answer regardless, âSince we were kids. Um, we lived next door. His mom and mine were friends, I guess.â
Soap nods his head, elbows on the table as he gives you his full attention, âYou guess?â
You hum, âIâm 3 years younger than Simon. The way it was told to me by my mom is thatâŚhis mom came over and,â you couldnât fight back the smile as you recalled the story.
âOh this has got to be good,â Soap nudged Kyle excitedly at your grin.
âTold my mom that Simon didnât have any friends and that he was aâŚsoft-hearted boy and she wanted him to have some friends,â you giggle, holding a hand in front of your face to hide your laughter, âSo she wanted to set up playdates with me even though I was still a baby. My mom didnât have the heart to tell her no.â
Soap tosses his head back and laughs, âNo fuckinâ way.â
âIâm shocked to say it but that actually makes him sound cute,â Kyle adds, unable to hide the laughter in his voice either.
âDonât let him hear you say that,â Price says, but thereâs a smile on his face, âSimonâll knock you out cold on this table.â
âSo you and Simon have been together since?â Kyle asks, glass cupped in both hands.
You nod, âOnly time weâve been apart is when he enlisted and had to go off for a few years to train.â
Soap opens his mouth to say something but a large figure finally drops down into the seat next to you. Simon has a glass of bourbon and a glass that he slides over to Soap who catches it with ease.
âThanks, Lt,â he nods, taking a sip before making that disgusted face again.
âWhat are you lot talkinâ about?â Simon asks, drumming his fingers against his glass.
âWe were discussinâ all your dirty secrets,â Kyle teases with a charming grin.
âNothinâ too damning I hope,â Simon huffs before he takes a large gulp of his drink.Â
The other three men all hide their grins behind their glasses.Â
The anxiety you had felt at the beginning of the night is long gone. The task force is full of jokes and laughs and even Simon seems like a different person.Â
With you, heâs kind and even soft. Heâs by no means gentle or patient.Â
But this side of Simon is so jovial and comfortable that it warms your heart to see. He drinks a few glasses and by the end of the night, heâs got a relaxed, lidded look in his eyes that lets you know heâs got a bit of a buzz going on.Â
âIt was lovely to meet you,â Price says when you all walk out of the bar.
âI really enjoyed meeting all of you as well,â you smile, letting Simon tuck you into his side with an arm wrapped around your waist.
âGet him home safe,â Soap teases, your smile only widening when you hear Simon huff in annoyance.Â
You bid goodbye to the three of them and make your way to the car with Simon, plucking his keys out of his hand and forcing him into the passenger seat despite his grumbled protests of how âheâs not that drunkâ.
When the two of you finally get into your apartment, you let him lock up and turn out the lights while you go to the bedroom and get ready for bed.Â
âYou looked really nice tonight,â Simon mutters when he finally walks in as you crawl into bed, âIâm glad you liked them.â
âIâm glad they liked me,â you huff, leaning back into the pillows, âThey were all really nice guys.â
âYeah,â Simon hums, tugging his shirt off of his head, taking his mask with it, âTheyâre good people.â
You nod your head and tuck your knees to your chest while he gets undressed. He slips on a plaid pair of pajama pants and shoves the drawer closed with his hip before yanking the blanket back to make room for his large body.Â
You bounce a little on the bed when he drops his weight onto it. He smacks his pillow a couple times before he lays back and sighs. Itâs clear heâs still a little buzzed from the way he fights to keep his eyes open.
âSimon?â you ask, turning to face him.Â
That makes his eyes open back up before he looks at you, âWhat?â
âCan I kiss you?â you ask.Â
He snorts and it makes you smile. He reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of your head. You let him tug you down, pressing your hands against his firm chest as you kiss him.Â
His hand travels down your back as he sighs into your mouth. You pull away briefly to look into his eyes before you kiss him again, this time deepening it as much as youâre able. Simon sighs contentedly, his other hand coming up to caress your arm.Â
âI like kissinâ youâŚâ you find yourself whispering against his lips.
He groans at that, the sound going straight to your core. You feel yourself clench around nothing, already starting to leak into your panties.Â
âYeah?â he coos, cupping your cheek, thumbing over your lips, âYou can kiss me all you want, love.â
You whimper, surging down to kiss him again. His hands grip your waist, intermittently squeezing you, like he doesnât know what to do with his hands.Â
Suddenly, you feel the warm, slick slide of his tongue against your lips. You whimper and pull back, brows furrowed.
âShh, love,â he coos, pulling you close again, âJusâ relax and let meâŚâ
You huff, struggling to catch your breath as he urges you to meet his lips again. You feel his tongue again and eagerly open your mouth, letting him taste the inside of your mouth. You shyly meet his tongue with yours and feel his grip on your waist tighten as he groans in his throat.Â
Youâre sure youâve soaked well through your panties by now. Thereâs an ache in your clit that you long to reach down and relieve â or better yet, have Simon relieve.Â
You bet his fingers would feel so damn good against you. You find yourself whimpering into the kiss at the thought alone. Simon lets out a husky laugh into your mouth before pulling away.Â
A string of spit connects your lips before it breaks and vanishes.Â
With a surge of confidence, you toss your leg over his waist. He grunts when your weight settles on his hips, on his cock. Itâs chubbed up against his thigh from kissing you and he knows you can feel it.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ, baby?â he huffs, unable to stop his hands from traveling up the front of your body.Â
You grab his wrist and boldly slide it under the hem of your shirt. He bites his lip to keep from moaning when he feels your bare breast fill his palm. You see the way his eyes start to roll back before he looks at you again. It makes you throb in your panties and you canât resist grinding against him a little before he grabs your waist and stops you.
âSiâŚâ you whimper, pressing your hands against his chest, ââS wrong?â
âCanât,â he clears his throat and sinks into the bed, âCanât do this, love.â
âWhy not?â you ask, feeling a pit of disappointment in your gut, âYou donât want to? I just thoughtâŚâ
You feel your face burn with humiliation as you slide off of his lap. Simon lets you, simply laying there on his back, eyes closed and a knit between his brows, as he evens his breathing out. You fight back tears as you sit there, biting the inside of your lip anxiously.Â
âNotâŚnot tonight, sweetheart,â he finally says, reaching over to pet your hair, âBeen drinkinâ ând I want to be sober for it, yeah?â
It would have been a solid excuse if it didnât sound so flimsy coming from his lips. Like he doesnât even believe it himself.Â
âYeahâŚâ you offer, giving him a wobbly smile before turning out the light.Â
Youâre too embarrassed to cuddle into him that night.Â
âCan I ask you something?â you find yourself muttering as you relax on the couch with him, watching some old movie he picked out, âAs long as you promise not to get mad.â
He snorts, taking a sip of his tea, âWonât get mad.â
âI just want to knowâŚâ you clear your throat and sit up straight a little more, going over the question in your head, âWhy did you leave that nightâŚleave like that, just to have sex?â
He tenses up immediately, you can feel it. He shifts where he sits, spreading his legs just a little wider so he can sink deeper into the couch, âWe already talked about this.â
You wince at his clipped tone, knowing youâre stepping into dangerous territory, âI know butâŚI want to know the real reason.â
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and sighs, keeping his eyes trained on the TV, âYou think I was lyinâ to you?â
Now he sounds mad. You quickly shake your head, âNo, Si. I-Iâm not trying to start a fight, I swear. I donât think you were lying. I just think youâŚwerenât telling me everything.â
He sighs. You can see the way his jaw ticks when he clenches it, âIs that right?â
âYeah,â you breathe, scooting a little closer to him, placing your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt down a bit, âIt was justâŚout of character for you, Si. I was really upset and you knew that. It wasnât like you to justâŚleave. Just to get laid.â
He finally looks at you, just out of the corner of his eye. You meet the look, offering him an encouraging smile to show that youâre not upset or anything.Â
âAll night,â he finally mutters, âYouâd been kickinâ in your sleep. Kept wakinâ me up.â
You nodded, a look of confusion on your face. You had no idea where this was going.
âYou started sayinâ my name,'' he continued, âMoaninâ my name. Fuck, it was drivinâ me crazy.â
Your face flushes hot when you hear that. It all suddenly comes rushing back to you â what youâd been dreaming about.Â
âYou threw your leg over mine and I couldââ he cuts himself off, his throat moving with how hard he swallows.
âCould what?â your voice comes out shockingly breathy.Â
He catches it, looking at you. You can see the way his pupils widen immediately when he meets your gaze. Itâs like he can see right through you, see the fact youâre dripping into your panties again. Just from this conversation alone.Â
âI could feel how fuckinâ wet you were,â he brings a shaky hand up and runs it through his hair before he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, âCouldnât fuckinâ deal with it. I had toâŚlet it out somehow.â
âSo you knew that I wanted youâŚlike that?â you find yourself asking.
He scoffs and shakes his head, âDidnât think about it like that. Figured it was just a dream and thatâs all it was.â
âWasnât just a dream,â you assure, scooting closer to him.
Simonâs breath catches in his throat when you lean over him, resting your hand on the arm rest on his other side, letting it support your weight. You stand on your knees, making you just a little taller than him before you lean down and kiss him.Â
He remains completely still, like heâs processing. His hands flounder in the air for a second before heâs carefully pushing you to sit back down. You slump against your heels and look at him, perturbed.
âWhy..?â
âI need to make dinner,â he says lamely.Â
âSimonâŚâ you admonish, knowing heâs lying.Â
He gets up, knees cracking as he does. He winces a little bit before he bends down to pick up the blanket that fell to the floor when he stood. You kept your eyes on him, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You almost let him go but before you can stop him, you grab his arm.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing, Simon,â you mutter, âI keep trying to make things go further with you but I just keep making a fool of myself and Iââ
ââS not you,â he assures softly, taking your hand in his, ââS all me, baby.â
âSo whyâŚâ you frown, âI want you.â
He shakes his head, âNight you told me how you felt. You sounded scared.âÂ
You remember, the way his touch had made anxiety fill you. You had wanted him, of course, but for some reason it had just been so damn awful at the same time. You hadnât really dwelled on why that was.Â
âIt wasnât âcause of you, Si,â you assured, shifting so your feet were on the floor rather than under you, âI promise. I-I was just nervous, I think. Thatâs all.â
âI donât wantâŚâ he licks his lips, seemingly thinking over his next words carefully before he says them slowly, âI donât to hear you sound like that with me again. âS why Iâve been avoidinâ it. âCause I donât want you to get scared again.â
You shake your head, rising to your feet, stepping in front of him. You take his hands in yours and squeeze them, âI donât want to make a fool of myself with you, Simon.â
He frowns, âYou know I would never think poorly of you.â
You smile and shrug, âI know that. I thinkâŚthat time was justâŚtoo soon. After that night at the bar and everything that happened. And then the fact Iâm so inexperienced that itâs laughable. I thinkâŚI just wasnât ready for it. I needed to go at my own pace and I have been.â
âI donât want you to push yourself,â he hums, âI know that night at the bar was terrifying,â he brings a hand up to brush over your cheek, âI understand if youâre not goinâ to be ready for a long time. Itâs normal to not be ready after what happened to you.â
You huff, âIâve been trying to show you that Iâve been ready for a while now, Si. I was anxious at first, yes. But now itâsâŚlike a good kind of nervous.â
âA good kind of nervous?â he mutters, hands moving to your hips to pull you closer. Your breath hitches in your throat and you nod dumbly, âTell me all about it.â
âL-Like my heart races,â you breathe, âAnd I feel scared that Iâm gonna do something silly and embarrassing but like I want to learn andâŚand I want to do good for you.â
âFuck,â Simon groans, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, âCanât say shit like that to a man like me, love.â
âWhy not?â you whimper, feeling your knees tremble in excitement when you feel his hands start to wander.
ââCauseâŚâ he whispers, running his hands up your sides, âMakes me think some nasty shit, sweetheart.â
You swallow thickly at the promise in his voice, âSimonâŚâÂ
You sound so wrecked already and it makes him moan softly in your ear, âTell me about it, baby.â
Just like that, youâre spilling your guts to him, âGet so wet for you, Si, all the time. I want you so bad that it hurts.â
âYeah?â he breathes, finally pulling his head from where he was hiding in your shoulder, tilting your chin up, âWhereâs it hurt, baby? Hm? Right in that needy little cunt?â
You whimper immediately, looking up at him with wide, hazy eyes and nod, âT-Tried to touch myself. Thinkinâ about you made it hurt so I couldnât help myself. Thought about you when I did.â
He hums as you babble to him but his mind latches onto one particular word, âTried, baby? What do you mean "tried?â
Your cheeks burn hot at the slip up. Would he think you were silly for it?
âC-Canât do it right,â you confess softly, hoping he doesnât see how embarrassed you are, âTry so hard but n-nothinâ ever happens.â
Simon moans at that. Loud and unbridled, âWhatâre you sayinâ, baby? That you canât make yourself cum, sâthat it?â You shake your head bashfully, âFuckinâ hell. Thatâs adorable.â
âD-Donât tease me, Si,â you whimper but the seat of your panties is so fucking wet that itâs sticking to you.Â
He hums, a predatory smile spreads across his face, âAm I beinâ mean, love?â You nod your head, tearfully staring up at him. It only makes his smile widen, canines popping out, ââM sorry. Canât help myself when you tell me âbout how you touch your pretty little pussy and just canât make yourself cum like you need. Think I can do it for you, hm? Want me to try and make you cum?â
You vigorously nod your head, uncaring how fucking needy you look to him. Heâs offering to give you what youâve wanted for years â to give you a real, honest to God orgasm. And you werenât going to let this chance slip away.Â
âWant you on the bed,â he suddenly whispers, âOn your back, lose the pants but keep everything else on.â
With a jerk of his head in the direction of the bedroom, you take off. You hear him chuckle behind you at your excitement. He makes sure the door is locked before he heads back to the bedroom.Â
Youâre there just like he asked, pants pooled on the floor, leaving you in nothing but an old t-shirt of his and a pair of the cutest little lilac colored panties heâs seen. Youâve got your knees pinned together, clenching your thighs but laying perfectly still in waiting for him.Â
âSo fuckinâ good for me,â he praises, grinning when you whimper and tremble at his words, âOh, sweet thing likes to be praised, huh?â
You nod your head, âWanna be good for you, Si.â
âThatâs sweet, baby,â he coos, reaching to the back of his collar so he can tug his shirt off of his head.Â
Your heart hammers away in your chest when he crawls onto the bed, hands on either side of your head. He looks so big like this, on top of you, completely blocking any view you had of your ceiling and instead filling your viewline with just him. He leans down and kisses you, humming contentedly when you eagerly kiss back. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as he uses one hand to tug your legs open so he can slot himself between them.Â
You cry out when he presses himself against your core. Heâs wearing nothing but his jeans but you can feel the heat radiating through the thick material.Â
âShit, look at that,â he whispers, leaning back on his heels to admire the nice little wet patch that has stained your panties, âYou already this wet, baby?â
âKissinâ you always makes me this wet, Si,â you sweetly confess and oh, you are just so precious.Â
His hands slide up your stomach, moving your t-shirt up and up until it sits crumpled under your chin. Your tits are bare and move with every gasping breath that you take.Â
Simonâs hands are just as rough and warm as youâd expect them to be. His thumbs come up and glide over your nipples until they harden into stiff little peaks for him.Â
Then his mouth is wrapping around one, swirling his tongue around it before pulling off with a lewd pop. His hand pinches the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he listens to you whimper and sigh.Â
âPlease, Si,â you whine, âI-It hurts, please.â
âIt hurts?â he hums, leaving a fleeting kiss against the nipple his tongue was torturing just a moment ago, âWhere? Hm?â
His hand travels down your body, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp, arching your hips just a bit to grind against his palm. He lets you, before he meanly pins your hips down with his other hand.Â
âWhere, love?â he smooths the pad of his thumb over the seam of your cunt through your panties. The fabric is saturated with your slick, letting him see every part of you through shape alone. His thumb finds your clit, the little bud poking out through the fabric from how hard and swollen it's become, âHere? âS it your pretty clit that hurts, love?â
You nod, eyes rolling back in your head when he presses his thumb against the bud, trapping it under his finger so he can roll mean little circles over it. Youâd be mindlessly rutting your hips by now if he didnât have his other arm slung over your hips to keep you pinned nice and still like he wants.Â
It already feels so different than when you touched yourself. Maybe because itâs him or maybe because heâs so experienced.Â
That thought makes you equal parts jealous and equal parts turned on. Heâd slept with plenty of people but now he was using that expertise to make you feel good.Â
âCan you take them off, please?â you whine, pitchy and sweet from arousal.Â
âAsked so sweetly for me,â he coos, hitching his thumbs into the band of your panties before giving them a firm tug.Â
You quickly lift your hips, letting him tug them down and off of your feet. You expect him to toss them away but instead he holds them up, thumbing over the slickness in the crotch. You watch him with wide eyes as he analyzes it. Your breath hitches when he suddenly brings them towards his face and licks a wide stripe of the fabric, moaning when he gets a good laste of your syrupy sweet slick.
âSimon!â you gasp â admonish, leaning up to snatch them out of his grasp.Â
His eyes open, he hadnât even realized heâd closed them, to look at you. He licks his lips like a dog licking its chops when it tastes something real delicious.Â
He doesnât even comment on what he just did or the pure embarrassment that is written all over your face. Instead, he grips underneath your knees and yanks you down the bed towards him so your hips are situated in his lap.Â
âJusâ let me touch you, love,â he whispers, âIâll work a nice little orgasm out of you in no time, yeah?â
You nod your head because you trust him. You know heâs going to be able to give you what you need so badly. You donât even question it â especially when you feel how good it feels when he uses his thumbs to spread your folds open for him. He groans when he sees the sticky strings of slick that display just how turned on you are.Â
Pretty little hole clenching sporadically around nothing, dribbling more creamy arousal that makes his tongue feel like lead in his mouth. A pretty clit that twitches and throbs under his scrutinizing gaze. But you make no move to cover yourself and hide from his gaze.Â
He finally touches the bud directly and itâs like electricity strikes through you. You lose control of your body as your back arches and your thighs violently twitch. Your cheeks burn when you hear him chuckle softly at your reaction.
âSensitive,â he huffs, a crooked little grin on his face as he brushes his thumb over your clit again, garnering the same reaction as before from you, âFuck, canât believe youâre this sensitive and canât make yourself cum.â
ââS cause itâs you, Si,â you sweetly confess.
And itâs true. Having him touch you like this directly â feeling his callused skin over the most sensitive little part of you is euphoric. It doesnât feel anything like when you touch yourself at all. It feels magnified, you feel like a live wire and everything feels like too much. But you donât do anything to impede him because you trust him more than anything â especially like this, with your body.Â
He replaced his thumb with his middle finger, prodding at your entrance. You almost think heâs going to press inside you but he doesnât â instead, he gathers your slick up on his finger and drags it up to your clit. He softly circles the bud, cock kicking against his thigh when you sigh and croon so sweetly for him.Â
Your cunt makes sticky noises as he continues doing this, gathering your arousal and lathering your precious bud up with it so he can so softly play with it. His touches arenât enough to actually work you to the edge, itâs much too slow and soft but it feels good. He waits for you to relax against the bed, lashes fluttering as you whimper and twitch on the bed for him.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your trembling thigh, âRelax fâme. Want you nice and soft for me so I can get my fingers in this tight little cunt.â
You gasp at that, partly in excitement and also in apprehension. Youâve never actually put anything inside yourself before â except once, you put your finger in and it burned so you never tried it again.Â
âD-DontâŚâ you find yourself muttering, making him freeze. He thinks youâve changed your mind, anxiety getting the better of you and heâs fully prepared to propel himself away from you at a moment's notice, âBe gentle, okay?â
His gaze softens when he looks at you, âWonât hurt you, love. I promise.â
You remain relaxed for him when he carefully prods you with his middle finger. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, not rubbing it or anything, just keeping a nice pressure that keeps you sagged against the pillows.Â
It doesnât feel anything like when you tried that one time with yourself. Everything is so much wetter and more pliant. Itâs like your walls just suck the digit in, even though itâs so much bigger than your own finger.Â
You sigh softly when you finally have something to clench around. Simon gives you a sweet kiss to the spot right underneath your belly button in silent praise. He keeps his lidded, brown eyes on your face, watching every little expression you make with rapt attention.Â
He slowly and carefully fucks his middle finger into you, feeling the way you slowly relax around him, soaking his skin with your arousal. He smooths his free hand up the length of your body, abandoning your clit to wrap his palm around your breast. You place your own hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze harder.Â
âHowâs that feel, love?â he asks, still sliding his finger in and out of you.
âOkayâŚâ you reply, keeping your hand over his on your chest, âBut itâŚumâŚâ
âWhat?â he urges, âTell me what you feel.â
âI-It feels nice butâŚâ you trail off and he hums, nodding his head.
âDoesnât feel good?â he finishes for you. You nod your head and he laughs softly, âI know, baby. Jusâ tryinâ to get you used to the feeling and then Iâll make it feel real good, alright?â
âOkay,â you whisper but he can tell youâre not too convinced that itâs going to feel much better.
Youâre worried that the same thing is going to happen â itâll feel really good and then youâre never going to be able to climb over that wall. You hate to imagine disappointing him, failing to get off. Youâd hate for him to put all this work in and you just canât cum in the end.Â
âHey,â he coos, âGet out of your head, pretty. Donât worry about a thing, alright?â
You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, allowing yourself to relax against the bed again. Simon waits for you to be nice and pliant around his finger before he starts to fit his ring finger alongside it. He catches sight of the furrow in your brow when he stretches you around two of his fingers. It burns but when Simon brings his thumb back to your clit, tapping against the bud, it vanishes. Your thighs twitch and you whimper, walls clenching in time with the little taps until the burning vanishes completely.
âThere we are,â he praises, âKnew you could do it, sweetheart.â
âA-Are you gonna add another?â you find yourself asking.
âLater,â he responds, scissoring the two fingers he has snug inside your cunt, ââM a big man, love. Gonna need you nice and stretched for me.â
You whimper at that, walls clenching around his fingers as he slowly begins to fuck them in and out of you. Your cheeks burn when you hear the loud, squishing noises your hole makes every time he stuffs them back inside.Â
After a moment of just getting you used to being stretched on two of his thick digits, he suddenly crooks them up and hits something inside you that makes your back arch. It causes a tingling feeling that youâve never experienced to heat your tummy every time he touches it.
âSimon!â you squeal, trying to clench your thighs closed but his broad shoulders keep them open, âTh-That feels-!â
âI know, baby,â he coos cockily, grinding his fingertips against that little spot that makes you so gooey and creamy around his fingers, âFeels real good right there, I know.â
Your back arches and your jaw drops. You canât do anything but moan and cry out as he fucks against that spot. Heâs urged on by your sounds of pure pleasure, eyes flicking between where heâs got your pretty cunt spread open and the euphoric expressions you canât do anything to hide.
Itâs so precious, seeing you so open and loud for him. You donât do anything to hide your sounds of pleasure nor do you even think of faking any of them for his sake. Every little thing youâre feeling, you express, and you canât help yourself because itâs all so new and so much.
That hot, tingling feeling in your core only intensifies with every experienced stroke of his fingers. Your eyes are rolling back every time he touches that magnificent spot inside you, abusing it with his fingers until your walls are soft and malleable for him again.
And then he brings his index finger into it. Heâs even more slow and careful as he fits it in beside the other two fingers. It doesnât burn like when he had given you his second finger but itâs a certain stretch that simply feels strange.Â
He gets you stuffed open on his three fingers, up to the third knuckle. Youâre spread so wide and squeeze his fingers so tight that it makes him moan when he thinks about what it will feel like around his cock.Â
If youâre this tight around just his fingers then youâre going to feel positively euphoric around him.Â
âSimonâŚâ you coo, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.Â
He grunts in acknowledgement, but is unwilling to part his gaze from the sight of the creamy mess youâve begun to leave on his fingers. Your pretty clit is twitching and so swollen, glistening from your juices and he suddenly has the inescapable desire to wrap his mouth around it.Â
Youâre not even looking when he decides to do it. Itâs like he canât stop himself.Â
All you feel is something wet and hot wrap around the little bud. You practically wail at the feeling of his tongue sliding against it. Your feet kick aimlessly, hitting his back and shoulders as you flail beneath his body.Â
You sob his name, yanking harshly on his hair in a way that hurts but heâs not going to stop you. He knows itâs mean to do this, not even warning you or easing you into the feeling before heâs suckling your clit. His tongue slips in circles around it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His ears practically ring from how loud youâre crying out for him.Â
His three fingers remain buried inside you but heâs hardly able to move them from how tight youâre squeezing them. All he can do is grind his fingers against your g-spot but it only makes your pretty body more twitchy and makes you squirm even more beneath him. He has to hold you down so you canât get away.Â
He doesnât want your precious pussy to be ripped away from him, your juices are making his taste buds tingle â you taste so damn good.Â
That familiar heat begins to grow in your core â one youâve experienced many times before by yourself. You cry and wail for him, sobbing his name and gripping his hair.Â
âS-Si, donât stop, please, please, pleaseââ you choke on your own cries, slamming your head into the pillows as your back arches painfully hard.Â
He grunts lowly, blonde lashes fluttering as he watches your bodyâs pure, unfiltered reactions to this pleasure. He knows youâre getting close, can feel you clenching around him and your clit pulsing on his tongue in time with your heartbeat.Â
You feel yourself reaching that wall, the one you can never overcome. But it feels different this time, the pleasure isnât slowing. Itâs not fading like it always does when youâve got your own fingers on your bud.Â
It always seems to slip out of your grasp by this point.
This is it, you think. Youâre going to cum. Youâre finally going to fucking cum.Â
Then everything stops.
His tongue is gone from your clit and his fingers are nowhere to be found. Simonâs shoulders rise and fall as he watches your face flicker through a range of emotions before your eyes fill with tears and you look at him â utterly pitiful and hopeless.
âWh-WhyâŚâ you finally whisper, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.Â
Your cunt pulses and throbs around nothing, the heat of your orgasm quickly dissipating, leaving that horribly empty and unsatisfying feeling in its wake.Â
âSorry, baby,â he coos, genuine and soft as he leans up to kiss your face, âThat was mean, huh? âM sorry. Jusâ want you to have your first orgasm on a cock, love.â
That doesnât do anything to quell your disappointment but you nod anyway, wiping away some stray tears that trickle from your eyes.Â
âPlease,â you breathlessly whisper, âPlease, Simon. Want your cock, please. I-I was so close. It felt so good,â you start babbling, eyes falling to the hard outline of his cock in his jeans, âI wanna cum so bad, Si. Y-You promised. Please, just give me your cock. Please? Please? Simon!â
Simonâs mouth goes dry as he hears your babbled begging. Fuck, youâre absolutely aching for it. All you can think about is cumming. He never thought heâd get to hear you beg for him like this, so pathetically. You should be embarrassed, begging for cock like this when youâve only just now gotten your first taste of being stretched open. Yet here you are fuckinâ crying for it.
His cock drools pre down his thigh, he can feel how wet his boxers have become from how much heâs leaking it. Heâs aching in his jeans â he canât pretend he doesnât want it just as badly as you do.
âShit, alright!â he snarls, wrapping a hand around your throat to force you to look at him. You gasp at the rough treatment, âJusâ shut up and Iâll give it to you, yeah?â
You obediently nod your head, still staring up at him with those wide, teary eyes. He tries to act like his hands arenât fucking trembling when he yanks his belt off. He doesnât think heâs ever felt this needy â this excited to get his cock inside a pussy.Â
But itâs you. Youâre special.Â
He loves you. This isnât like the one night stands and hookups heâs had in the past. This is different.Â
He feels like a fumbling teenager the way he clumsily yanks his belt out of the loops and shoves his jeans down his thighs along with his underwear. His cock, big and heavy, hangs under its own weight â it never slaps up against his stomach. He wasnât just chatting shit when he said he was a big guy.Â
He wrapped his hand around himself, giving it a few, firm tugs. He feels your eyes on him, watching the way he touches himself and it sends heat through him. He scoots closer to you again, pulling back his foreskin to show the fat, leaky head that he meanly taps against your clit.Â
You gasp a cute little âah!â when he does that brings a smile to his face. He canât say heâs the best lay for a virgin because heâs so big and heâs a brute â itâs in his nature. But heâs trying his best for you.Â
âAlright, baby,â he coos, leaning on one forearm above your head, draping his big body over yours. He easily manhandles you into position, caging your knees against your chest and wrapping himself around you, âJust relax for me, hm? Can you do that fâme?â
You nod your head and shakily put your hands on his shoulders, cupping his jaw to bring him down to kiss you. He sighs into your lips, using his free hang to grip the base of his cock, prodding against your hole. Youâre so slippery that it slides out of you and slips up your clit. You whimper at the feeling, thighs twitching at the stimulation.Â
When he finally starts to press inside, your nails bite into his shoulders. It stings â it hurts. Heâs so big, making your poor little cunt burn the deeper he presses himself. The head pops in and your hips jump at the feeling, his cock slipping back out.Â
He huffs, dropping his forehead against your shoulder, âFuck, sit still.â
âS-Sorry!â you whimper, âIâm sorry!â
âShh,â he sighs, kissing your cheek, ââS okay, baby. Hurts, huh?â
âA little,â you whimper, trying to downplay it so he wonât stop.
He hums and presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth. He knows that working an orgasm out of you before making you take his cock would be the nice thing to do but heâs selfish. He wants to feel your orgasm around his cock â where you deserve to have it.Â
Itâs your very first orgasm after all. It needs to be good and he knows he can make it real good once he can get you speared on his cock.Â
So he grips himself again, sitting up for just a moment to lewdly spit on your pussy. It hits your clit and trickles down where he catches it with the head of his cock. He leans over your body and starts to push in again. This time he tucks his arms under your shoulders and pins you impossibly against him, leaving you with nowhere to run when he starts to press into you.Â
You whimper, feet kicking against his back when he pushes deeper than before â past the head. He knows it hurts, youâre stretched beyond your limit and he waits with bated breath for you to say the word and tell him to stop.Â
But you donât.Â
You just grapple your arms around his waist and dig your nails in. His skin is sweaty by now and it makes getting any purchase on him difficult. You let out a watery little whimper that has him freezing. Youâre speared on half his cock when he finally looks at you.Â
Your eyes are teary and they slowly drip down your cheeks.
âDo you want to stop?â he asks, brushing some away with his thumb.
You immediately shake your head, no hesitation, âNo! K-Keep goinâ, Si.â
âDonât cry, pretty,â he shushes, keeping his grip under your shoulders and his hips pinned firmly against yours so you canât squirm when he starts pressing in again. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering from the ache that settles where heâs stretching you wide, ââS okay, just take a deep breath. âM almost in, love, youâre doinâ so fuckinâ good for me. Takinâ all of my cock so deep, just like you deserve. Hear me? This cock sâall yours now, yeah? Can have it whenever you need it.â
Your walls spasm around his cock as he talks, making him groan low in his chest. Heâs almost there, can feel his balls starting to tap against you the deeper he gets until finally, his hips meet yours and you wail.Â
He prods painfully against your cervix and he knows that itâs uncomfortable but heâs not willing to pull back just yet. He needs you to get used to being stretched and stuffed full of every inch of him. He takes care to do slow, gentle grinds, his pelvis catching your clit that eventually makes you relax.Â
âThatâs it,â he praises, âJust relax and let me make you feel good.â
He finally eases off of you, balancing his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, hovering over you. He slowly pulls his hips back, watching you slump against the bed when he finally stops pressing on your cervix.Â
He finally starts fucking you, sliding his cock out just a bit before rolling his hips forward again. It's slow and soft, just testing the waters and getting you used to this new stimulation.Â
It feels entirely different from his fingers. His cock is bigger, fills you so much more, touches deeper.Â
His cock reaches spots deep inside you that his fingers didnât even reach. But heâs permanently pressing against that spot his fingers were torturing. It feels so fucking good.Â
Simon can see the way your eyes roll back as he carefully fucks you. Your first cock and youâre taking it so damn well. It makes him want to see how much more you can take but he knows he needs to ease you into it, he doesn't want to overwhelm you.
âSiâŚâ you sigh softly, blinking as you struggle not to float off and become drunk with pleasure.Â
âI know, pretty,â he coos, kissing your cheek before leaning back on his heels, fastening the thrusts of his hips.Â
You canât keep quiet now, mouth falling open to let out the most precious sounds of pure pleasure. Youâre staring at him with wide eyes, like heâs hung the moon and stars in the sky just for you. His cock fucking throbs at the look of wonder that crosses your face. He knows youâre getting close, can feel how tight youâre clamping around him and he can see how much youâre creaming around him â making a mess at the base of his cock and in the thatch of curls there.Â
âYou gonna cum?â he coos, grinning when you shake your head, âOf course you are. I can fuckinâ feel it, baby. Know you got one for me, go ahead. Cum on my cock real nice, câmon.â
âC-Canât,â you whimper. Itâs too much. Youâre so wet. Itâs fucking messy but you feel yourself at that damn wall, hanging on a thread and waiting for euphoria to come but it doesnât, âPlease! Simon! Please, I-I canât! Please, please, pleaseâŚâ
âFuck,â his hisses when he hears you begging to cum on his cock, âCome on then, baby. You can do it. Just let it go, let me fuck it outta you.â
You toss your head back into the pillows as a sob is ripped from your chest. As if he can sense how much youâre struggling, he brings his thumb down to press against your clit. Your eyes fucking roll, only the whites of them visible. You clench down around him like a vice and it only takes a couple little swipes of his thumb for you to tumble over the edge.Â
It feels unlike anything you could have ever imagined. Pleasure soars through you and your hearing cuts out. It feels like you lose control of your body, unable to do anything but thrash and twitch as he fucks you through it. Youâre not sure if you would prefer him to stop or keep going because itâs all so fucking much that it hurts.Â
Youâre gushing around him, drenching his cock in sticky, creamy cum that drips in thick strings down his balls. Holy fuck.
It feels like hours that youâre speared on his cock, cumming and cumming before it finally leaves you and you collapse against the bed. Youâre still twitching, entire body shivering until he finally slows his thrusts to soft little rolls of his hips. He takes his thumb off of your clit and youâre thankful because it was starting to become unpleasant.Â
You swallow despite how dry your mouth is, eyes finally focusing on him. His brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is tucked into his mouth. Pretty, brown eyes are locked on you and you suddenly feel shy.Â
Had he been watching you the whole time? You hoped you didnât make any ugly faces or embarrassing noises.Â
âFuck,â he coos, seemingly sensing your shame, âThat was a fuckinâ orgasm, love.â
Youâre panting, you realize. And youâre tired. Youâve never felt more relaxed in your life.Â
All you can think is that youâve been missing out on that your whole life? Now youâre not sure youâll be able to even live without it ever again.Â
Simonâs hands cup under your knees and pin them to your chest. You gasp as he bends you as he sees fit. Youâre limp, so completely drunk on the pleasure you just experienced that you simply let him.Â
But you realize heâs even deeper like this â and it doesnât hurt like it did before. Heâs pressing against your back wall and it actually feels good. You feel so sensitive inside, like you can feel every twitch of his cock.Â
Heâs still languidly dragging his cock in and out of you. Itâs a fucking mess between your legs, youâve cum so fucking much that itâs everywhere. Heâs never been covered like this before and itâs fucking hot.Â
Your cum sticks between the two of you in little strings that break and reform every time his hips meet and leave yours. Your little clit is puffy and swollen from your orgasm and he wants to press his thumb against it again but he knows the poor little thing is much too sensitive still.Â
Your legs flop uselessly as he fucks you, eases you past overstimulation until youâre sweetly cooing for him again. He takes that chance to fuck you properly again, intent on finding his own orgasm deep in your cunt.Â
His heavy balls slap against your ass. He wants to cum. He plans to make himself cum like this, just using your pretty pussy. But then he sees your eyes widen again and your lips part almost curiously and his eyes narrow.
âYou feel it again, huh, sweetheart?â he goads, shifting his weight on his knees so his hips are pressed even closer to yours.Â
âC-Canât,â you whisper, the same thing you had before. But itâs different now, âW-Wonât be able to, Si.â
âS that a challenge, love?â he teases, a crooked little smile on his face. You sleepily shake your head, âHmm, I think I can fuck another one out of you. One orgasm wonât be enough, two is a good number for now. Until I train this little cunt to cum for me all night long.â
You whimper, reaching out the claw at his forearms where he pins your knees to your chest. Youâre held so uselessly open, cunt completely vulnerable to his fat cock stuffing you full. His pelvis hits your clit in a way that makes the little bud tingle and your cunt clenches pathetically around him with every thrust he gives you.Â
Sweet little âah, ah, ahâsâ are punched from your lungs every time he sinks completely inside. Heâs gripping your knees harshly, squeezing where he has a grip as his own orgasm starts to creep up on him but heâs going to give you another orgasm. He has to make you cum again, to see you lost in pleasure like that once more. He knows that will push him over the edge, give him what he needs. He wants to cum with you, fill you up while youâre in the throes of pure pleasure that only he has ever given you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he gasps, fighting the feeling of his own eyes rolling back in favor of watching you.Â
He loves the way you wear everything you feel on your face. From the looks of wonder when it feels really good to the little rolls of your eyes when he makes it hurt just a bit. Itâs so cute.Â
Makes him want to play around with that little part of you â be a little mean to you.Â
âCum,â he growls, fighting his own orgasm down, âFuckinâ cum right now.â
âI canât!â you wail, kicking against his hold on your knees, pressing down to spread you open even further.Â
His hips slam against yours, loud slaps and slick noises of your gooey cunt filling his ears, âYou can. You will. Cum, sweetheart. You better fuckinâ cum.â
But you shake your head. Itâs so close, you can feel it. Itâs creeping up on you and you want it so bad. You want to feel that pleasure again. But youâre not even sure youâre going to be able to cum again, it feels so much more sensitive than before. Itâs too much.Â
Simon bares his teeth, letting go of one of your legs to drift between your thighs. Your eyes widen, you think heâs going to rub it again â itâs so sensitive that youâre not sure youâll be able to take it.Â
But instead, he does something else.
You hear it before you feel it, a soft little slap followed by the feeling of being electrocuted. Simon watches you with lidded eyes to see how you react. Just like he expected, you wail and your body gives a mean twitch at the impact.Â
So he does it again.Â
And again.Â
And again.
Not too hard, just enough for it to hurt a little bit. A sting against a terribly sensitive little bud. Itâs mean â heâs mean. But he canât fucking help it.Â
He needs you to cum for him again.
âCum,â he snarls, giving your clit another slap.
As if on command, it sends you over the edge. Your legs kick out and he has to abandon your clit to hold you down, pinning you harshly to the bed as he uses all his weight to fuck down into your spasming little cunt. Youâre cumming so hard around him that you stop breathing. He hears the hitch of breath and doesnât hear the exhale. All you do is lay there, cry for him and cum.
He finds his end just as violently, tossing his head back to moan into the room as cum erupts from his cock. His thrusts grow sloppy as he milks the orgasm out of himself, voice breaking as he whimpers from how fucking good it feels.Â
Like no orgasm heâs ever experienced. Itâs like he canât stop cumming, filling you up so much that it oozes out from around his cock.Â
Youâre trembling underneath him when he finally comes down, tearfully gazing up at him with your mouth agape, struggling to catch your breath.
âN-No more,â you pathetically whimper, legs twitching from the aftershocks, âC-Canât take anymore, Si.â
âShh,â he shushes, letting your legs go so you can relax comfortably as he pulls his cock from your pussy.
Itâs twitching and clenching sporadically, still coming down from your orgasm. It makes his cum drip out of your cunt, a mess that spreads to the already messy sheets. Your cum and his mix together to make a sticky, gooey mess that makes his mouth water. He wants to eat it up, stuff his tongue into your tight little hole and swallow it all down.Â
But he canât. Maybe next time, he vows.
His cock gives a valiant kick at the thought of getting to do this again. He sits on his heels, gazing at his messy cock as if softens. He feels dazed, almost drunk.Â
Then he hears the softest little sniffle from you and his eyes snap up to your face to find your crumpled expression and tears falling down your face. You cover your face with your hands and earnestly begin to cry.
âHey, itâs alright, love,â he coos, laying beside you to tuck you into his chest.
âI-I donât know why Iâm crying,â you sob, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cry into him.Â
âIt happens,â he assures, âIt was a lot and youâre just a little overwhelmed sâall. Just let it out, baby.â
And you do, weakly sobbing into his chest until it feels like you canât cry anymore. He holds you through it all, rubbing your back and cooing sweet nothings in your ear until you grow silent.Â
âAlright, love?â he asks.
âS-Sorry, Si,â you sniffle, finally pulling out of the spot in his arms you were hiding in, âI-I donât want you to think I didnât want it or that it was bad. I justâŚâ
He gives you a soft smile, leaning forward to kiss you. Itâs short and sweet, âI donât think that. Like I said, it happens. Sometimes people just cry after sex, nothinâ to worry about.â
âAre you sure?â you sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry when the tears finally stop.
âPositive,â he sits up, âLetâs get cleaned up, alright? We need to change the damn sheets, fuckinâ hell.â
You giggle as you look down at the sheets where a very visible dark spot is sitting where you once laid. You donât even have time to be embarrassed before heâs swooping you off of the bed and escorting you to the bathroom.
Itâs too small for both of you to fit but you make it work. He wipes you down with a warm cloth before hopping into the shower to rinse and clean himself before he gets out and lets you do the same. While you do that, he changes the bedding completely and replaces it with new sheets and blankets for the two of you to sleep in together.Â
When you finally stumble into the bedroom, he wraps his arms around you and urges you onto the bed. You giggle as you flop onto the bed before he crawls in after you and covers the both of you up, wrapping himself around you until youâre tucked securely against him.Â
âI take it you liked it?â he finally whispers.
You shyly nod, âI-It was umâŚfun.â
âFelt real good, huh?â he teases, grinning wolfishly when you whimper.
âY-Yeah,â you whisper, âIt felt really good. I already want to do it again.â
Simon groans, hugging you tightly before shaking his head, âYouâre gonna be insatiable. Gonna give my cock a run for its money.â
You giggle, affectionately petting his hair before he looks at you with the softest expression youâve ever seen. Itâs like his eyes are sparkling in the low light of the bedroom. He leans forward and ever so softly kisses your forehead, then your nose, before he reaches your lips. He pecks them softly, pulling back for just a second before he kisses you again.Â
âI love you,â he whispers, so soft that you almost miss it.Â
And your heart begins to race. You almost struggle to find the words to reciprocate. But when you do, he smiles and tucks you against him again, big arms wrapped around you like a bear hug.
Itâs almost surreal. You canât believe youâre here after everything â with him.Â
Like youâve dreamed your whole life, he loves you just like you love him.Â
PART ONE.
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