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Prove Me Wrong - Part 2 | LN4

˚༺☆ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N wakes up sore and disoriented, realizing she spent the night with Lando. Though she tries to ignore it, the connection between them lingers, growing harder to deny. At a countryside birthday weekend, tension simmers—but nothing changes. Three weeks later, a surprise visit turns into a night of raw, vulnerable sex. Lando opens up about how much she means to him, and Y/N admits she’s been scared of her feelings. As they cum together, they both realize it’s no longer just sex.

˚༺☆ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

˚༺☆ word count ━━━━━━━ 16.6k

˚༺☆ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, soft sex, creampie, masturbation (f only), dirty talk, praising (incl. good girl), a few degrading terms (slut), rough sex if you squint a bit

Based on this request.

Part 1.

The first rays of morning sunshine filtered through Y/N's bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the tangled sheets. She stirred slowly, her body aching in places she'd forgotten could ache. For a brief, disoriented moment, she couldn't remember why she felt so pleasantly sore—until her eyes fluttered open and she registered the weight of an arm draped across her waist, the steady breathing of someone beside her.

Lando.

The events of the previous night came rushing back in vivid detail: their heated argument on the balcony, the taxi ride that crackled with tension, and then... everything else. The way he'd touched her, tasted her, pushed her to the edge again and again. The sounds he'd drawn from her, the pleasure he'd wrung from her body until she was breathless and begging.

She shifted slightly, and his arm tightened instinctively around her waist. Y/N froze, suddenly acutely aware of their naked bodies pressed together, his chest warm against her back. She needed to think, needed space to process what had happened between them—what was still happening, apparently, as his body curled protectively around hers even in sleep.

Carefully, she extracted herself from his hold, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. She grabbed a t-shirt from her drawer and pulled it on, pausing to look back at him. Lando's face was softer in sleep, his usual cocky expression replaced by something almost vulnerable. His dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. Y/N felt an unwelcome flutter in her chest at the sight.

This was Lando Norris—arrogant, adrenaline-junkie Formula 1 driver who drove her absolutely insane on a good day. The man she'd argued with countless times, whose smirk made her blood boil, whose mere presence in a room set her teeth on edge.

The man who had made her come three times last night with a skill and attentiveness that had shattered every preconception she'd had about him.

"Shit," she whispered, running a hand through her tangled hair. She needed coffee. Strong coffee, immediately.

She was halfway through her first cup, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring unseeing at the wall, when she heard movement from the bedroom. Footsteps padded across the floor, and then Lando appeared in the doorway, wearing only his boxers. His hair was messy from sleep (and her fingers, she remembered with a jolt), his chest bare and sculpted. There was a faint mark on his shoulder where she'd bitten him, and the sight of it sent a wave of heat through her body.

"Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep. His eyes swept over her, taking in the t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, the mug clutched in her hands, the way she was clearly trying to maintain distance between them.

"Coffee?" she offered, gesturing to the pot, anything to break the sudden tension.

He nodded, moving past her to reach for a mug from the cabinet. His arm brushed against hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity at the brief contact. They both froze for a heartbeat, eyes meeting before quickly looking away.

"Thanks," he murmured, pouring himself a cup and adding sugar. He leaned against the opposite counter, creating space between them as he took a sip. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep," she replied, though she'd actually slept better than she had in months, curled against his warmth.

An awkward silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. What were they supposed to do now? Pretend last night never happened? Acknowledge it but agree it was a mistake? Y/N shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the lingering soreness between her thighs—a physical reminder that couldn't be ignored so easily.

"About last night—" they both started simultaneously, then stopped.

Lando gestured for her to continue, but she shook her head.

"You go," she said, needing to hear his take first, to calibrate her own response.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncharacteristically uncertain. "Last night was... unexpected."

"That's one word for it," she agreed, hiding behind her coffee mug.

His eyes caught hers over the rim of his own cup. "I don't regret it."

The simple statement hung in the air between them. She should say she did regret it—that it was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment fueled by wine and an argument that had somehow transformed into something else entirely. But the words wouldn't come.

"Me neither," she admitted quietly.

Lando's eyebrows rose slightly, as if he'd expected an argument. "Really?"

She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance even as her heart raced. "It was good. Really good. Doesn't mean I suddenly like you or anything."

A slow smile spread across his face, that infuriating cockiness returning. "Just 'good'? That's not what you were saying last night."

"Don't push it, Norris," she warned, but she couldn't quite suppress her own smile. "You know it was more than good."

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice dropping lower. "It was."

The atmosphere shifted, the awkwardness giving way to something warmer, more dangerous. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her, lingering on her bare legs, the outline of her breasts beneath the thin t-shirt. Y/N felt her body responding to his gaze, heat pooling low in her belly.

"So what now?" he asked, setting his mug down on the counter.

It was the question she'd been avoiding. What now, indeed? She wasn't looking for a relationship, especially not with someone as fundamentally different from her as Lando. And yet, the thought of never touching him again, of going back to their usual sniping and bickering without the undercurrent of... whatever this was... felt impossible.

"I don't know," she admitted. "This doesn't change anything. We're still... us."

"Meaning we still can't stand each other?" he clarified, taking a step closer.

"Exactly," she nodded, not backing away as he approached. "You're still annoying as hell."

"And you're still stubborn and uptight," he countered, but there was no heat behind the words.

He was standing in front of her now, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His coffee-scented breath mingled with hers as he leaned in, his hand moving to rest on the counter beside her hip, effectively caging her in.

"But?" he prompted, his eyes dropping to her lips.

"But," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about last night."

It was a confession that cost her, an admission of vulnerability she hadn't intended to make. But something about the way he was looking at her—intense, focused, like she was a puzzle he was determined to solve—made honesty feel safer than pretense.

Lando's free hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Neither can I."

And then he was kissing her, soft and questioning at first, then deeper as she responded, setting her coffee mug blindly on the counter to thread her fingers through his hair. His body pressed against hers, solid and warm, his hands skimming down to grip her waist.

They could have easily ended up back in bed, repeating the previous night's activities with the added intensity of morning desire. But the shrill ring of Lando's phone from the bedroom broke the moment, causing them to spring apart as if burned.

"Shit," he muttered, looking torn between ignoring it and answering. "That's probably Max wondering where I disappeared to."

Reality crashed back in. Max and Pietra. Their friends. The outside world where they were still Y/N and Lando, antagonists who could barely be in the same room without bickering.

"You should get that," she said, pushing gently against his chest to create space between them.

He hesitated, searching her face. "Y/N—"

"Go," she insisted. "Before they send out a search party."

With visible reluctance, he stepped back, holding her gaze for a moment longer before turning to retrieve his phone. Y/N let out a shaky breath, pressing her palms against the cool counter to ground herself.

What the hell was she doing?

–

"There you are!" Max exclaimed as Lando slipped back into the flat later that morning, having made a quick stop at his own place to change. "We were starting to worry."

Lando shrugged, aiming for casualness. "Had an early errand to run."

"In the same clothes as last night?" Pietra smirked from where she was curled on the couch, nursing her own coffee. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Who was the lucky girl?"

"No one you know," Lando lied smoothly, heading for the kitchen to avoid further questioning. "Just someone I met at that bar on the corner."

Max followed him, lowering his voice. "Everything okay? You disappeared pretty quickly after Y/N left last night."

Lando's heart skipped at the mention of her name. "Yeah, fine. Just needed some air. Things got a bit heated with the whole debate."

"You two and your constant arguing," Max shook his head. "One of these days you'll have to find a way to get along."

If only he knew just how well they'd "gotten along" last night, Lando thought, suppressing a grin.

"Where is Y/N, anyway?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberately disinterested as he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee.

"She texted earlier," Pietra called from the living room. "Said she had some work to catch up on and wouldn't make brunch. Which is a shame because I was looking forward to watching you two snipe at each other over eggs benedict."

"Very funny," Lando rolled his eyes, ignoring the mixture of relief and disappointment that Y/N wouldn't be there. Part of him had been dreading seeing her in front of their friends, afraid his face would betray everything. But another part had been eager to see how they'd navigate this new territory, to catch her eye across the table and share the secret knowledge of what had transpired between them.

"Seriously though," Max said, leaning against the counter. "What's the deal with you and Y/N? Why do you dislike each other so much?"

Lando took a slow sip of his coffee, considering the question. Why did they dislike each other? Before last night, he'd have had a ready answer: she was too rigid, too judgmental, too quick to roll her eyes at his lifestyle. But now, after experiencing her passion, her fire, the way she'd matched him thrust for thrust and hadn't held back... he wasn't so sure anymore.

"She's just... different," he said finally. "We don't see eye to eye on most things."

"Opposites attract, you know," Pietra teased, appearing in the doorway. "All that fighting could just be unresolved sexual tension."

Lando choked on his coffee, coughing as Max pounded him on the back.

"You okay, mate?" Max asked, eyebrows raised.

"Fine," Lando wheezed, avoiding Pietra's knowing gaze. "Just went down the wrong pipe."

"Anyway," Pietra continued, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "you two should try actually talking sometime instead of arguing. You might find you have more in common than you think."

"I doubt that," Lando muttered, though the words lacked their usual conviction.

Pietra shrugged, turning to head back to the living room. "Just an observation. You both get this same look when you're arguing—like you're having the time of your lives."

Lando stared after her, unsettled by her perception. Had they always been that transparent? Had everyone seen something between them that they themselves had been too stubborn to acknowledge?

The thought followed him throughout brunch and into the afternoon, a persistent whisper that wouldn't be silenced. And beneath it all, the memory of Y/N's body beneath his, her lips against his ear, her breathless pleas for more.

He needed to see her again. Soon.

–

Y/N managed to avoid Lando for nearly two weeks after that night. She skipped group dinners with vague excuses about work deadlines, ignored the pointed texts from Pietra asking if she was okay, and generally threw herself into her job with an intensity that left little room for anything else.

But she couldn't avoid thinking about him.

At night, alone in her bed, she'd close her eyes and immediately be transported back to that night. The heat of his mouth between her thighs, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the sound of his voice rough with desire as he whispered filthy promises against her skin. She'd wake up tangled in sheets, flushed and aching, her hand already moving between her legs to chase the phantom pleasure of his touch.

Even worse were the everyday moments—catching a glimpse of a Formula 1 advertisement and feeling her heart race, hearing someone with a similar accent and whipping around expecting to see him, finding herself absentmindedly touching the spots on her body where he'd left marks, long since faded.

It was torture, this constant awareness of him even in his absence. She told herself it was just physical, just the lingering effects of spectacularly good sex after too long without it. Nothing more.

But eventually, her excuses ran thin, and Pietra's persistence wore her down.

"You're coming tonight," her friend insisted over the phone. "No more cancellations. We're doing game night at our place, and if you're not there, I'm personally coming to drag you out of your flat."

Y/N sighed, knowing resistance was futile. "Fine. What time?"

"Seven. And Y/N? Lando will be there, so try not to start World War III, okay? Max and I have a new rug."

Her heart thumped traitorously at the mention of his name. "I'll be on my best behavior if he is."

"That's all I ask," Pietra laughed. "See you tonight!"

After hanging up, Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear—settling on jeans and a soft blue sweater that dipped just low enough to show her collarbones. She caught herself applying an extra coat of mascara, dabbing perfume on her pulse points, and stopped with a frustrated groan.

"It's just game night," she muttered to her reflection. "Get a grip."

But as she approached Max and Pietra's door that evening, her palms were damp with nervous anticipation. She paused, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Pietra swung the door open with a delighted squeal. "You came!"

"I said I would," Y/N smiled, stepping into the warm apartment. Her eyes immediately scanned the room, landing on Lando where he sat on the couch, beer in hand, mid-conversation with Max.

He looked good. Unfairly good, in dark jeans and a simple gray t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. His hair was slightly longer than she remembered, curling at the nape of his neck. She had a sudden vivid memory of how those curls had felt between her fingers.

As if sensing her gaze, he looked up, their eyes locking across the room. Something electric passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of everything unsaid. Then his lips curved into that infuriating smirk, and he raised his beer in mocking salute.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he called. "Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Y/N?"

And just like that, they were back to their usual dynamic. Y/N rolled her eyes, shrugging off her jacket. "Don't flatter yourself, Norris. I'm here for Pietra and Max, not you."

"Wouldn't dream of thinking otherwise," he shot back, but there was something new in his eyes, a heated awareness that hadn't been there before.

"Drink?" Max offered, stepping between them as if anticipating an argument. "We've got wine, beer, or I can make you a cocktail."

"Wine would be great, thanks," Y/N said, following him to the kitchen, acutely aware of Lando's eyes on her as she walked away.

The evening progressed with a familiar rhythm of food, drinks, and catching up. Two more couples joined them—friends from Pietra's work and their partners—making it a lively gathering. Y/N found herself relaxing as the wine flowed, the initial tension of seeing Lando again easing as they slipped into their usual group dynamic.

But there was an undercurrent she couldn't ignore—a hyper-awareness of his every movement, every laugh, every glance in her direction. Several times she caught him staring, his eyes full of something that made her skin tingle, only for him to quickly look away when noticed.

"Alright, game time!" Pietra announced after dinner, herding everyone to the living room. "We're playing 'Truth or Dare' tonight."

Y/N groaned. "What are we, sixteen?"

"Don't be a party pooper," Pietra teased. "It'll be fun! Adult version."

"That sounds even worse," Y/N muttered, but took her place in the circle, carefully positioning herself across from Lando rather than beside him.

The game started harmlessly enough—silly dares like doing impressions or confessing embarrassing stories from university days. Y/N chose "truth" when her turn came, relieved when Pietra merely asked about her worst date experience.

But as the drinks continued to flow, the questions and dares grew progressively more suggestive. One couple was dared to make out for thirty seconds, another had to reveal their favorite sexual position. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of Lando watching her reactions.

When the bottle spun to Lando, Max grinned wickedly. "Truth or dare, mate?"

"Dare," Lando answered without hesitation, never one to back down from a challenge.

Max considered, eyes gleaming. "I dare you to sit next to the most attractive person in the room for the rest of the game."

The room erupted in whistles and teasing comments. Y/N tensed, her heart pounding as Lando stood up. Would he choose her? What would that reveal to everyone? But what if he didn't choose her—why did that possibility make her stomach twist unpleasantly?

Lando made a show of looking around the circle, his eyes lingering on each person in turn. When his gaze landed on Y/N, everything around them seemed to fade momentarily. His eyes darkened, holding hers with an intensity that made her breath catch—a look that communicated something raw and honest before he blinked and the mask slid back into place.

With deliberate casualness, he broke their connection and leaned back in his spot. "I'm going to have to pass on this one. All the women here except Y/N are in relationships, and I'm not about to disrespect any of you guys by choosing your girlfriends."

"Diplomatic answer," Max chuckled, clearly impressed by Lando's respectfulness.

"Boring answer," teased Pietra, but she was smiling. "What about Y/N then? She's single."

Lando's eyes briefly flickered to Y/N before he shrugged with forced nonchalance. "We all know how that would go. She'd probably push me off the couch."

There was laughter around the circle, but Y/N caught something in his voice—the slightest hint of strain beneath the casual dismissal. She told herself the sinking feeling in her chest was relief, not disappointment. And yet, that moment of eye contact had revealed something neither of them was ready to acknowledge. She wasn't the only one who noticed how he carefully avoided looking in her direction for the rest of the game.

Two rounds later, the bottle pointed at Y/N again.

"Truth or dare?" asked one of Max's colleagues with a mischievous grin.

"Truth," Y/N said, sticking with the safer option.

"Boring," the man teased. "Alright, truth it is. Who in this room would you most want to be stranded with on a deserted island, and why?"

It seemed like a harmless enough question, but Y/N froze, her mind immediately conjuring images of Lando—his hands, his mouth, the things he could do to pass the time on a deserted island. She took a long sip of wine, buying time as she composed her answer.

"Probably Max," she said finally, ignoring the way her conscience screamed liar. "He's practical, knows how to build things. We'd have the best chance of survival."

Lando snorted from across the circle. "Always the pragmatist."

Y/N's eyes narrowed at his tone. "Some of us think beyond immediate gratification, Lando."

"Is that right?" he challenged, leaning forward. "And how's that working out for you? Having fun up there on your high horse?"

"Better than living life like it's one continuous adrenaline rush," she shot back. "Some of us have responsibilities."

"Here we go again," Max muttered, while Pietra looked between them with narrowed eyes.

"And some of us actually know how to enjoy life," Lando continued, ignoring Max. "Instead of scheduling fun into fifteen-minute blocks on a color-coded calendar."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with anger. "You don't know anything about my life."

"I know enough," he replied, his gaze intense. "I know you're scared to let go, to actually feel something that isn't carefully controlled and analyzed to death."

The room had gone uncomfortably quiet, the playful atmosphere evaporating as everyone watched their exchange with wide eyes.

"Okay, maybe we should switch games," Pietra suggested, shooting a worried glance at Max.

But Y/N couldn't let it go, not with Lando looking at her like that, like he could see right through her carefully constructed walls. "That's rich coming from someone who treats everything like a joke. God forbid you actually take something seriously for once in your life."

Lando's expression darkened. "You think I don't take anything seriously? You have no idea what I—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "You know what? Forget it. You've already made up your mind about me."

"Whoa, tension," one of the other guests whispered, not quite quietly enough.

Max stood up abruptly. "Who wants dessert? Pietra made that chocolate thing everyone loves."

The awkward moment broke as people eagerly followed Max to the kitchen, relieved for the distraction. Y/N remained seated, heart pounding, unable to look away from Lando who hadn't moved either.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed once they were alone.

"You tell me," he retorted, scrubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're the one who's been avoiding me for two weeks."

"I haven't been—" she started, then stopped at his raised eyebrow. "Fine. Maybe I have. But what did you expect? That we'd just go back to normal after..."

"After the best sex of your life?" he finished, his voice dropping to ensure they weren't overheard. "Because that's what it was for me, Y/N. The best. And I can't stop thinking about it."

His blunt admission sucked the air from her lungs. She stared at him, momentarily speechless, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his honesty.

"Lando—"

"Here we go! Dessert for everyone," Pietra announced, returning with plates of chocolate cake. The others filed back in behind her, forcing Y/N and Lando to retreat to opposite sides of the room once more.

For the rest of the evening, Y/N felt his eyes on her, heavy with unspoken things. Every time she looked up, he was watching her, something raw and hungry in his gaze that made her stomach flip. The game continued with forced cheerfulness, everyone careful to steer clear of dares that might reignite the tension between them.

When the night finally wound down and people began to leave, Y/N made her excuses quickly, needing to escape the charged atmosphere.

"I should head out too," she said, gathering her jacket. "Early meeting tomorrow."

"I'll walk you out," Pietra insisted, following her to the door. Once they were in the hallway, she gave Y/N a searching look. "What's going on with you and Lando?"

"Nothing," Y/N said too quickly. "Same as always."

Pietra crossed her arms, unconvinced. "That was not the same as always. That was... different. More intense."

"We just get under each other's skin," Y/N shrugged, avoiding her friend's perceptive gaze.

"Mmm-hmm," Pietra nodded slowly. "You know, sometimes the line between hatred and attraction is thinner than people realize."

Y/N's heart skipped. "That's not—we're not—"

"Alright, alright," Pietra held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, there's a lot of energy between you two. Always has been. Maybe worth exploring what that energy actually is."

Before Y/N could formulate a response, the door opened behind them, and Lando stepped into the hallway.

"I'm heading out too," he announced, studiously avoiding Y/N's eyes. "Thanks for dinner, Pietra."

"My pleasure," Pietra smiled, glancing between them with undisguised curiosity. "You two can share a cab, can't you? You're both heading to the same area."

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but Lando beat her to it.

"I drove," he said shortly. "But I can give Y/N a lift if she needs one."

The last thing Y/N needed was to be trapped in a car with Lando, alone with the tension that had been building all evening. "I'm fine, I'll just grab—"

"Don't be silly," Pietra interrupted. "It's late, cabs will take forever, and Lando's offering. Just take the ride."

Caught between Pietra's insistence and the awkwardness of continued refusal, Y/N reluctantly nodded. "Fine. Thanks."

Pietra's satisfied smile as she bid them goodnight suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Y/N followed Lando to the elevator in tense silence, hyper aware of the small space and the way his cologne—the same one she'd breathed in as he'd moved above her, inside her—filled her senses.

"You don't have to drive me," she said as the elevator doors closed. "I can call a car."

"It's not a problem," he replied stiffly, staring straight ahead. "I'm going that way anyway."

The silence stretched between them as they rode down to the parking garage. Y/N's mind raced, replaying their heated exchange from earlier. The best sex of your life. That's what it was for me. His voice, low and intense, echoed in her memory.

Why couldn't she just admit it had been the same for her?

Lando led her to his car—a sleek, expensive sports model that screamed "professional athlete"—and opened the passenger door with mechanical politeness. Y/N slid in, immediately enveloped by the rich scent of leather and his lingering cologne.

As he started the engine, Y/N focused on the dashboard, the road ahead, anything but the man beside her. But in the confined space of the car, it was impossible to ignore his presence—the controlled strength in his hands as they gripped the steering wheel, the clean line of his jaw, the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders as he reversed out of the parking spot.

They drove in silence for several minutes, the tension building with each passing street.

"I'm sorry," Y/N finally said, staring out the window. "About earlier. I shouldn't have taken that shot at you."

Lando's hands tightened on the wheel. "Which one? There were several."

She winced. "Fair enough. All of them, I guess. I was... defensive."

"Why?" he asked, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "What exactly are you defending yourself against, Y/N?"

It was a loaded question, one she wasn't sure she could answer honestly even to herself. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "This is all... confusing."

"You're telling me," he muttered. "One minute we're at each other's throats, the next we're..." He trailed off, the memory hanging between them.

"Yeah," she breathed, heat flooding her cheeks.

More silence, broken only by the soft purr of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. Y/N was acutely aware of the diminishing distance to her flat, of time running out on this conversation.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked suddenly. "About it being... the best?"

Lando's profile was illuminated by passing streetlights, casting his features in alternating shadow and light. For a moment she thought he hadn't heard, or was choosing to ignore the question. Then, without taking his eyes off the road:

"Yes."

The simple admission hung in the air between them, charged with possibilities.

"Me too," she whispered, the confession slipping out before she could stop it.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel again, knuckles white. "Y/N..."

"We're here," she interrupted as they turned onto her street, both relieved and disappointed by the timing.

He pulled up outside her building, putting the car in park but leaving the engine running. They sat in silence for a moment, the air thick with things unsaid.

"Thank you for the ride," she said finally, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait," Lando's hand shot out, catching her wrist. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. "We should talk about this. Whatever this is between us."

Y/N looked down at where his fingers wrapped around her wrist, warm and firm. "What is there to talk about? We had sex, it was good, end of story."

"Bullshit," he said quietly. "If it was just sex, you wouldn't be avoiding me. If it was just sex, I wouldn't be thinking about you constantly. If it was just sex, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

She met his eyes then, finding them filled with an intensity that made her breath catch. "What do you want from me, Lando?"

"I don't know," he admitted, his thumb tracing small circles on the inside of her wrist, sending shivers up her spine. "But I want... something. More than just pretending it never happened."

Y/N swallowed hard, caught between the urge to flee and the equally powerful desire to lean across the console and kiss him. "I can't do this right now. I need to think."

After a moment, he nodded, releasing her wrist slowly, reluctantly. "Okay. Think. But don't overthink, Y/N. That's what you do—analyze everything until there's nothing left but cold logic. Some things aren't meant to be analyzed. They're meant to be felt."

She stepped out of the car without responding, her mind too tangled to form coherent thoughts. At her door, she turned back to see him still watching, waiting until she was safely inside before driving away.

Upstairs in her flat, she leaned against the closed door, heart racing. What the hell was happening to her? To them? It was supposed to be simple—one night of hate-fueled passion, a momentary lapse in judgment that they could both move past. Instead, it had unlocked something neither of them seemed able to control, unleashing feelings that refused to be neatly categorized and dismissed.

The worst part was, she couldn't even blame it on the alcohol or the heat of the moment anymore. The attraction was still there, stronger than ever, a constant awareness that hummed beneath her skin whenever he was near.

"Get a grip," she muttered to herself, pushing away from the door. "It's just Lando."

But as she got ready for bed, her mind kept returning to his words. Don't overthink. Some things aren't meant to be analyzed. They're meant to be felt.

Sleep was a long time coming that night.

–

The next few weeks brought a fragile truce. Y/N stopped avoiding group gatherings, and she and Lando settled into a wary coexistence, careful to maintain their usual banter but without the sharper edges that had characterized their previous interactions. If their friends noticed the change, they didn't comment, though Y/N occasionally caught Pietra watching them with speculative eyes.

What their friends couldn't see, however, was the current of tension that ran beneath every interaction—the way their eyes would lock across a room, the careful distance they maintained, the heightened awareness that made every accidental brush of hands or shoulders feel like a deliberate caress.

It was, Y/N thought bitterly, like living with a constant low-grade fever—this persistent, simmering heat that never quite diminished, leaving her perpetually on edge.

They were managing, though. Keeping their distance, being civil, pretending that nothing had changed. Until Max and Pietra's weekend trip to the countryside threw everything into chaos once more.

"It's Ed's birthday," Pietra explained as they gathered for dinner at a new restaurant in Soho. "We're doing a big thing at this gorgeous house he's rented. You'll both come, right?"

"Of course," Y/N agreed immediately, fond of Ed, who was an old friend of Max and Lando's from karting.

"Count me in," Lando nodded. "Sounds like fun."

"Great!" Pietra beamed. "Here's the thing—we're carpooling to save on parking, and since you two are the only singles in the group..."

Y/N's stomach dropped as she realized where this was heading. "We have to drive together," she finished flatly.

"Lando's already offered to drive," Max confirmed. "You don't mind, do you? It's a couple of hours, but better than going alone."

Y/N shot a glance at Lando, who was watching her with hooded eyes. "I guess that works," she said carefully.

"Perfect," Pietra clapped her hands together. "It's settled then. We leave Friday afternoon—Lando will pick you up around two."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur as Y/N's mind fixated on the upcoming trip. Two hours alone in a car with Lando. After weeks of carefully managed distance, they'd be confined together in close quarters with nowhere to escape.

By Friday, she'd worked herself into a state of nervous anticipation. She packed with meticulous care, agonizing over every outfit choice. The weather forecast promised unseasonably warm temperatures for early spring, so she included a swimsuit at the last minute, remembering Ed mentioning a hot tub at the rental house.

At exactly two o'clock, her phone buzzed with a text from Lando: Outside when you're ready.

She took one last look in the mirror, smoothing down her simple white top with a neckline that dipped just low enough to be flattering without being obvious. She grabbed her weekend bag and headed downstairs, her stomach fluttering with nerves.

Lando was leaning against his car, arms crossed, sunglasses shielding his eyes. He straightened when he saw her, moving to take her bag.

"Hey," he said, his voice carefully neutral.

"Hey," she echoed, handing over her luggage and trying not to notice how good he looked in dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. "Thanks for driving."

"No problem." He stored her bag in the trunk alongside his own, then opened the passenger door for her. "Ready for a couple hours of awkward silence?"

The joke, delivered with a self-deprecating half-smile, broke some of the tension. Y/N found herself smiling back despite her nerves.

"I've packed emergency topics in case of awkward silence," she replied, sliding into the passenger seat. "Weather, traffic, the declining quality of reality television..."

"All the classics," he nodded solemnly, closing her door and walking around to the driver's side.

As they pulled away from her building, Y/N was surprised by how quickly they fell into easy conversation about inconsequential things—music preferences, a new restaurant that had opened near Max and Pietra's place, the latest superhero movie neither had seen yet but both wanted to. It was almost... comfortable, this truce they'd established.

But beneath the casual chat ran a current of awareness that neither acknowledged. Y/N found herself hyper-conscious of every movement Lando made—the flex of his forearm as he changed gears, the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music, the occasional glance he cast her way when he thought she wasn't looking.

An hour into the journey, the conversation naturally faded. Lando focused on navigating a particularly winding stretch of country road, while Y/N gazed out at the passing landscape, enjoying the warm spring sunshine that streamed through the window.

"You're quiet," he observed after a few minutes of silence.

"Just enjoying the view," she replied, turning to look at him. "I don't get out of the city often enough."

His eyes remained on the road, but she saw the corner of his mouth lift slightly. "It's nice, isn't it? Open space. Room to breathe."

"Is that why you like driving so fast? For the freedom?"

The question slipped out before she could consider how personal it was—a genuine inquiry rather than the teasing remark she might have made before.

Lando was quiet for a moment, considering. "Partly," he admitted. "There's something about pushing the limits, finding exactly how far you can go before you lose control. It's... I don't know, pure somehow. Just you and the machine and physics."

Y/N watched his profile, struck by the sincerity in his voice. "I never thought of it that way."

"Most people don't," he shrugged. "They just see the speed, the danger, the showing off. But it's more than that."

"What's the rest of it?" she asked softly.

His hands tightened slightly on the wheel. "The rest is... proving something, I guess. To myself more than anyone. That I can do something exceptional, something that matters." He glanced at her quickly, then back to the road. "Sorry, that sounds pretentious."

"No, it doesn't," she said, surprised by the insight into a side of him she'd never bothered to look for before. "It makes sense. We all want to matter."

A comfortable silence fell between them, different from the tense quiet of before. Y/N shifted in her seat, adjusting the thin strap of her top that had slipped slightly off her shoulder. The movement drew Lando's attention, his eyes leaving the road briefly to glance her way.

She caught the look—the way his gaze dropped to the neckline of her top before quickly returning to the road. A familiar heat bloomed in her chest at the knowledge that he was still attracted to her, still affected by her presence despite the weeks of careful distance.

The realization was both thrilling and terrifying. Thrilling because she couldn't deny the reciprocal attraction that had only grown stronger since that night. Terrifying because she had no idea what to do about it, how to navigate this new territory where the lines between animosity and desire had blurred beyond recognition.

"Music?" Lando suggested, breaking into her thoughts.

"Sure," she nodded, grateful for the distraction.

He connected his phone to the car's sound system, and soon the interior was filled with a playlist that surprised her with its eclectic mix of indie rock, classic hip-hop, and even a few mellow acoustic tracks she wouldn't have expected him to enjoy.

"What?" he asked, noticing her raised eyebrows after a particularly soulful ballad began playing.

"Nothing," she smiled. "Just wouldn't have pegged you for a Sam Smith fan."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he said, a challenge in his voice.

"Apparently," she agreed, settling back in her seat.

The journey continued, punctuated by bursts of conversation and comfortable silences. As they ventured deeper into the countryside, the sun beat down more intensely, warming the car despite the air conditioning. Y/N adjusted her position, suddenly very aware of how the fabric of her top clung to her skin in the heat.

Lando's eyes darted to her again, lingering a fraction too long on the dip of her neckline before he forced his attention back to the road. Y/N pretended not to notice, but a thrill ran through her at his obvious appreciation. She shifted again, ostensibly to get more comfortable, but the movement caused the neckline to slip a little lower.

This was dangerous territory. She knew she was playing with fire, deliberately drawing his attention while acting oblivious. But there was something intoxicating about the power she held, about knowing that beneath his carefully maintained composure, he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

"Hot?" he asked, his voice slightly rougher than before.

"A little," she admitted, fanning herself lightly. "The sun's stronger than I expected."

"I can turn up the AC," he offered, reaching for the control panel.

"Thanks."

The cooler air provided some relief, but did nothing to dispel the growing tension between them. Y/N found herself remembering that night with increasing vividness—the way his hands had felt on her skin, the taste of his mouth, the sounds he'd made when he came. Her body responded to the memories, a familiar ache building low in her belly.

She glanced at Lando, wondering if his thoughts were following a similar path. His jaw was tight, his posture tense, his eyes fixed determinedly on the road ahead. But the slight flush on his neck, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, told her everything she needed to know.

They both knew exactly what was happening here. Both fighting the same losing battle against an attraction that refused to be denied. Both pretending they weren't hyper-aware of each other's every breath, every movement, every unspoken thought.

"How much further?" she asked, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.

"About forty minutes," he replied, checking the navigation screen. "We can stop if you need a break."

"I'm fine," she said quickly. Too quickly.

He shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. "You sure about that?"

There was a challenge in his tone, a knowing edge that told her he'd seen right through her carefully maintained facade. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she turned to look out the window, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

"Perfectly sure," she lied.

Lando's soft chuckle told her he didn't believe her for a second, but he let it drop, turning his attention back to the winding country road. They fell into silence once more, but it was different now—charged, expectant, like the air before a storm.

Y/N's mind raced with possibilities, with scenarios that ended with them pulling over to the side of the road, with his hands on her body and her name on his lips. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to contain the growing ache between them, knowing her underwear was already embarrassingly damp.

She needed to think of something else, anything else. "Tell me about the house," she said abruptly.

If Lando was thrown by the sudden change of subject, he didn't show it. "It's spectacular, from what Max has told me. Right on the edge of a lake, with a massive deck, hot tub, the works. Ed spared no expense."

"Sounds amazing," she nodded, latching onto the safe topic. "How many people will be there?"

"Around 20, I think. Mostly couples, a few singles." He glanced at her. "We're the only ones from our immediate group who aren't paired up."

The observation hung in the air between them, loaded with implication. They weren't a couple, of course, but they weren't exactly just friends either. They existed in some undefined space between animosity and attraction, neither willing to put a label on what was happening between them.

"Great," Y/N muttered. "So we'll be the odd ones out."

"Would that be so terrible?" Lando asked quietly. "Being paired up together in people's minds?"

The question caught her off guard. "I—that's not what I meant. I just..."

"I know what you meant," he said, his voice neutral again. "Don't worry, I won't cramp your style if you meet someone interesting."

The thought of flirting with anyone else while Lando watched made her stomach twist uncomfortably. "That's not going to happen."

"No? Why not?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure how honest she wanted to be. "Just not interested in random hookups."

"Since when?" he challenged, a hint of that familiar cockiness returning to his tone. "Seems like not that long ago you were pretty open to the idea."

"That was different," she snapped, irritation flaring at his deliberate misunderstanding.

"Was it?" he pressed, taking his eyes off the road long enough to pin her with an intense gaze. "How?"

"You know how," she said quietly.

The admission hung between them, neither willing to elaborate further but both acknowledging the truth of it. Whatever had happened between them that night—whatever was still happening—wasn't just a random hookup. It was something else entirely, something neither of them had expected or knew how to define.

Lando's phone chimed with a notification, breaking the moment. "Can you check that? Might be Max."

Y/N picked up his phone from the center console, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity that shot through her when their fingers brushed. "It's Pietra. She says they're about twenty minutes away and to let her know when we arrive."

"Can you reply for me? Tell her we'll be there in about half an hour."

Y/N typed out the message, hyperaware that she was holding his phone, touching something so personal to him. It felt strangely intimate, this small act of everyday assistance. She set the phone back in the console, careful not to let their hands touch this time.

As they drove the final stretch, the landscape opened up to reveal glimpses of a lake shimmering in the distance. The roads became narrower, more winding, requiring Lando's full concentration. Y/N was grateful for the break from conversation, using the time to gather her composure before they arrived.

Finally, they turned onto a gravel driveway that led to a stunning contemporary house perched on the edge of the lake. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the afternoon sunlight, and a large deck wrapped around the structure, offering panoramic views of the water.

"Wow," Y/N breathed as Lando parked alongside several other cars. "Ed wasn't kidding about going all out."

"No expense spared for the big 30," Lando agreed, turning off the engine. He sat for a moment, hands still on the wheel, then turned to look at her fully for the first time in hours. "Y/N, before we go in—"

The sound of a car horn interrupted whatever he'd been about to say. They both looked up to see Max and Pietra pulling in behind them, waving enthusiastically.

The moment was gone. Lando sighed, offering a tight smile. "Never mind. Let's go say hello."

As they stepped out of the car to greet their friends, Y/N couldn't help wondering what he'd been about to say. Had he felt it too—that shift during their journey, the gradual erosion of the walls they'd built, the undeniable pull that kept drawing them together despite their best efforts to resist?

She watched him hug Pietra, exchange backslaps with Max, his easy smile betraying none of the tension that had filled the car minutes before. But when his eyes met hers over Max's shoulder, she saw it again—that flash of heat, of raw honesty, before the mask slipped back into place.

Whatever was happening between them, Y/N realized, was far from over. In fact, trapped together in this beautiful house for an entire weekend, it might just be beginning.

–

The house was even more impressive inside. Soaring ceilings, minimalist decor, and those incredible views of the lake from almost every room. Ed greeted them enthusiastically, pulling Y/N into a warm hug.

"So glad you could make it! How was the drive with Speed Racer here?" he asked, gesturing toward Lando with a grin.

"Surprisingly, we made it in one piece," Y/N replied with a small smile, avoiding Lando's eyes.

"She doesn't appreciate my talents," Lando said, the familiar teasing tone back in his voice. "Most women would be thrilled to be driven by a professional."

"Most women have better survival instincts," Y/N shot back, falling easily into their usual pattern of banter.

Ed laughed, looking between them with amused eyes. "Some things never change. Come on, let me show you to your rooms."

They followed him up a floating staircase to the second floor, where a hallway led to several bedroom doors. "Couples are in the rooms with king beds," Ed explained, "singles in the rooms with queens." He stopped by a door halfway down. "Y/N, this is you."

He pushed open the door to reveal a beautifully appointed room with a large window overlooking the lake. "Bathroom's through there," he pointed to a door in the corner.

"It's gorgeous," Y/N said sincerely. "Thank you."

"Lando, you're right next door," Ed continued, moving to the adjacent room. "You two don't mind being neighbors, right? I can switch things around if there's a problem."

"No problem," Lando said smoothly, though Y/N detected a slight tightness in his voice. "We'll be civil."

"More than civil, I hope," Ed frowned. "It's my birthday weekend, guys. Truce for a few days?"

"Of course," Y/N assured him. "We'll be on our best behavior."

"Great! Everyone's down by the lake or on the deck. Get settled and come join when you're ready."

Once Ed had disappeared back downstairs, Y/N and Lando stood awkwardly in the hallway, acutely aware of the proximity of their rooms.

"So," Lando said, leaning against his door frame. "Neighbors."

"Looks that way," Y/N nodded, shifting her weekend bag to her other shoulder.

"Thin walls in these modern places," he observed casually. Too casually.

The implication sent a flush creeping up her neck. "I'll be sure to keep the TV down."

A slow smile spread across his face. "That's not what I was worried about."

Before she could formulate a suitably cutting response, he disappeared into his room, leaving her standing in the hallway with heated cheeks and a fluttering in her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.

Inside her room, Y/N dropped her bag on the bed and took a deep breath. The drive with Lando kept replaying in her mind—the way his eyes had lingered on her neckline whenever he thought she wasn't looking, the heat in his gaze when she caught him, the undeniable tension that had built between them mile after mile.

She unpacked slowly, distracted by the memory of his hands on the steering wheel, wondering how they would feel on her body again. The ache that had started in the car had only intensified, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Her underwear was still embarrassingly damp from hours of suppressed desire.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather her composure, but the knowledge that Lando was just next door—probably changing, maybe even thinking about her too—was too much to ignore. This persistent attraction was maddening, impossible to reason away.

With a frustrated sigh, she lay back on the bed, her hand drifting down her stomach. She shouldn't be doing this—there were people waiting downstairs, friends who would wonder where she was—but she needed release if she was going to make it through this weekend.

She closed her eyes, letting herself remember that night with Lando—his mouth between her thighs, the weight of his body on hers, the way he'd made her feel things she'd never experienced before.

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, and she hissed at the contact, her body already so wound up that even the slightest touch sent shocks of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the fantasy that had been playing on a loop in her mind since the car ride. Lando’s hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, his tongue—

Her breath hitched as she imagined him kneeling between her legs, his gaze filled with hunger as he leaned in. She could almost feel his breath against her inner thigh, the warmth of his lips as they brushed against her sensitized skin. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he’d whispered in her ear the last time they’d been together, and the memory of it sent a shiver down her spine. His tongue had been soft, teasing at first, but then he’d pressed harder, licking a slow, deliberate path up her folds until she was trembling beneath him.

Her fingers mimicked the movement now, circling her clit with the same rhythm she remembered him using. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched into her own touch. “Please, Lando—” she whispered into the empty room, her voice breaking as her fingers worked faster, her body coiled tight like a spring. She could see him in her mind, his curly hair messy, his eyes glowing in the most perverted way, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her hungrily.

The image was enough to push her over the edge. Her back arched off the bed, her breath coming in sharp gasps as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. “Yes, yes, yes—” she whimpered, her fingers still moving, drawing out every last drop of her release until she was spent, her body collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap.

For a moment, she just lay there, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The guilt crept in almost immediately—this was wrong, wasn’t it? Touching herself while imagining him, while he was just next door?—but it was quickly drowned out by the lingering heat in her veins, the memory of his touch still so vivid in her mind.

She then cleaned up quickly, changed into another pair of shorts, and applied a fresh coat of lipstick before heading downstairs to join the others. The back deck was crowded with people, most holding drinks as they chatted and laughed in the warm afternoon sun. Y/N spotted Max and Pietra by the railing and made her way over.

"This place is incredible," she said, accepting the glass of wine Pietra offered her.

"Isn't it?" Pietra agreed, gazing out over the lake. "Ed knows how to celebrate in style. How was your drive with Lando?"

Y/N took a sip of wine before answering, buying herself time, hoping the flush on her cheeks would be attributed to the alcohol rather than the memories of what she'd just done. "Fine. Uneventful."

"Really?" Pietra raised an eyebrow. "No arguments? No passive-aggressive comments about his driving?"

"We managed to be adults for two hours," Y/N shrugged. "Shocking, I know."

"Very," Max chimed in. "Usually you two can't go five minutes without sniping at each other."

Y/N was saved from having to respond by the arrival of Lando himself, now changed into swim shorts and a t-shirt, a beer in his hand. He greeted Max with a fist bump and nodded at the women.

"What did I miss?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as their eyes met, wondering if he could somehow tell what she'd been doing just minutes ago. She looked away quickly, taking another sip of wine.

"We were just discussing how surprising it is that you and Y/N survived a car journey without killing each other," Pietra said with a mischievous smile.

Lando's eyes met Y/N's briefly before he shrugged. "Don't worry, we'll make up for it this weekend. Plenty of time for Y/N to critique my character flaws."

"I'd need more than a weekend," Y/N replied dryly, falling back into their familiar rhythm of teasing insults, even as her body hummed with lingering satisfaction and renewed desire.

Max laughed, clapping Lando on the shoulder. "And we're back to normal. For a second there, I was worried you two might actually be getting along."

"Never," Lando and Y/N said in unison, then exchanged surprised glances.

Pietra shook her head, amused. "You two are so alike sometimes it's scary."

"We are nothing alike," Y/N protested, at the same moment Lando said, "Not even close."

"Point proven," Pietra smirked, linking her arm through Max's. "Come on, let's go say hello to everyone else."

As they walked away, Y/N found herself alone with Lando at the railing, both staring out at the lake rather than at each other.

"They're onto us," Lando murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing to be 'onto,'" Y/N argued, though her racing pulse suggested otherwise.

Lando turned to face her, one elbow propped casually on the railing. "No? So that tension in the car was just my imagination?"

"Yes," she lied, taking another sip of wine to hide her flushed cheeks, wondering if he could somehow sense what she'd just done upstairs, thinking about him.

"Liar," he said softly, his eyes dropping to her lips. "You felt it too."

Before she could respond, they were interrupted by Ed calling everyone together for a toast. Saved by the birthday boy, Y/N thought with relief, moving away from Lando to join the gathered group.

But as Ed raised his glass and everyone cheered, she remained acutely aware of Lando's presence across the circle, of his eyes finding hers through the crowd, of the promise—or was it a threat?—in his gaze.

This weekend was going to be even more complicated than she'd feared.

–

The next two days unfolded in a slow agony of almost-moments and carefully maintained distance. Every shared glance across crowded rooms felt weighted with unspoken words. Every accidental brush of hands while passing plates at dinner sent electricity through Y/N's body. Every laugh from Lando that she caught herself admiring was quickly dismissed with forced indifference.

They played their parts well—maintaining their usual banter for their friends, never letting their masks slip for too long. But underneath it all, the tension continued to build, a pressure cooker with no release valve.

There was the moment by the lake when they'd found themselves alone on the dock at sunset, silence stretching between them until someone called their names from the house. There was the game night when their fingers had touched reaching for the same game piece, both freezing at the contact before quickly pulling away. There was the morning Y/N had emerged from her room to find Lando leaving his, their eyes meeting in the early light with a hunger neither could deny before Max appeared in the hallway.

By Sunday afternoon, as they packed their bags to return to London, Y/N felt like she might shatter from the strain of wanting something she couldn't have. The journey back was quieter than the drive there, both of them exhausted from the constant performance, from pretending that nothing had changed when everything had.

When Lando dropped her off outside her building, his "See you around" felt inadequate for everything unspoken between them. Y/N watched his car disappear down the street, a hollow ache in her chest that she refused to name.

–

Three weeks later

Y/N had just settled in for a quiet Friday night when her doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, and for a moment she considered ignoring it. But curiosity won out, and she padded to the door in her comfortable loungewear, peering through the peephole.

Her heart stopped.

Lando stood in her hallway, hands in his pockets, a tense set to his shoulders that suggested he was as surprised to be there as she was to see him. For a moment, she considered pretending she wasn't home, but even as the thought formed, her hand was already reaching for the lock.

She opened the door, steeling herself against the rush of feelings his presence evoked. "Lando," she said, aiming for casualness but landing somewhere closer to breathlessness. "What are you doing here?"

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes traveling over her face as if memorizing her features. He seemed different somehow—less cocky, more vulnerable, the usual swagger replaced by a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken.

"I came to talk," he said finally, his voice lower than usual. "About... everything."

Y/N hesitated, then stepped back to let him in. He moved past her, his cologne—that same scent that had haunted her dreams for weeks—filling her senses as he brushed by. She closed the door, turning to find him standing in her living room, looking somehow both out of place and exactly where he belonged.

"Do you want something to drink?" she offered, desperate for something normal to do, some routine to cling to in this unexpected moment.

"No," he shook his head. "I didn't come here for that."

"Then why did you come?" she asked, crossing her arms protectively over her chest, maintaining a safe distance between them.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration she recognized from their many arguments. "Because I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted, the words tumbling out as if he'd been holding them back for too long. "About that night. About the lake house. About every moment in between."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "Lando—"

"I've tried," he continued, taking a step toward her. "I've tried to forget it, to move on, to go back to how things were before. But I can't. You're under my skin, Y/N, and I don't know how to get you out."

The raw honesty in his voice stripped away her defenses. "I know," she whispered, uncrossing her arms. "I've been thinking about you too."

"Have you?" he asked, taking another step closer. "Because you've been avoiding me for weeks. Not showing up to things, making excuses—"

"Because it's too hard," she interrupted, feeling her own composure slipping. "Being around you and pretending that nothing's changed. Pretending I don't—" She cut herself off, afraid of where that sentence might lead.

"Pretending you don't what?" he pressed, now close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Y/N looked up at him, at the familiar features that had somehow become essential to her in ways she couldn't explain. "Pretending I don't want you," she confessed quietly. "Still. Again. Always."

Something in Lando's expression shifted, relief and desire flooding his features in equal measure. "I didn't come here for that," he said again, his voice rough. "I came to clear the air, to talk about what's happening between us."

"And now?" she asked, her heart pounding as he moved closer still.

His eyes dropped to her lips. "Now I'm having trouble remembering why talking seemed like a better idea than this."

Y/N knew she should step back, knew they should have the conversation he'd come for, knew that giving in again without resolving anything would only complicate matters further. But as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, her resolve crumbled.

She didn't consciously decide to move—her body simply responded to his proximity the way it always had, drawn to him by forces beyond her control. Her hand reached out, pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath her palm. She meant to push him away, to create space for rational thought, but instead her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him in place.

"We shouldn't," she murmured, even as she leaned closer.

"Probably not," he agreed, his hand sliding to cup the back of her neck.

Neither moved for a heartbeat, suspended in the moment of possibility. Then, as if choreographed, they both closed the remaining distance. The first brush of his lips against hers was tentative, questioning—so different from the desperate hunger of their first time together. But that gentleness only lasted a moment before deeper needs took over.

Lando's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened. Y/N's hands threaded through his hair, holding him close as her mouth opened beneath his, a soft moan escaping her as his tongue met hers. It felt like coming home and embarking on an adventure all at once—familiar yet thrilling, comfortable yet exhilarating.

They stumbled backward until Y/N's back hit the wall, neither willing to break the kiss long enough to navigate properly. Lando's hands roamed her body, rediscovering curves and contours he'd memorized weeks ago, each touch igniting fires beneath her skin.

"I've missed you," he whispered against her lips, the confession slipping out between kisses. "God, I've missed you so much."

The words pierced through the haze of desire, striking something deep and vulnerable within her. She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, finding a rawness there that matched her own feelings.

"I've missed you too," she admitted, the truth both terrifying and liberating. "Even though I tried not to."

His hands framed her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones with surprising tenderness. "What are we doing, Y/N?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But I don't want to stop."

That was all the permission he needed. He kissed her again, deeper now, his body pressing hers against the wall as weeks of longing surged to the surface. Y/N's hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the warm skin and firm muscles she'd dreamt about for countless nights.

Clothing fell away between desperate kisses and whispered confessions neither would remember clearly later—his shirt discarded in the hallway, her pants left by the bedroom door, undergarments creating a trail that marked their progress through the apartment.

By the time they reached her bed, they were both naked, both breathing heavily, both beyond the point of turning back. But unlike their first encounter, there was no rush now, no frantic need to prove something or win some unspoken competition. Instead, there was a deliberateness to their movements, an intent to savor each moment, each touch, each reaction.

Lando laid her gently on the bed, following her down, his weight a welcome pressure as he settled between her thighs. His eyes held hers, searching, finding something that made him pause.

"What is it?" she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"I want to do this right," he said quietly. "Not like before, when we were angry and trying to prove something. I want to show you how I feel."

"How do you feel?" she asked, her heart racing with more than just physical desire.

Instead of answering with words, he kissed her—slow and deep and thorough, pouring everything he couldn't say into the gesture. It was more intimate somehow than their previous encounter, more revealing, and Y/N felt herself surrendering to it completely, letting go of the walls she'd built around her heart.

Lando’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck in a slow, deliberate path that sent shivers racing through her body. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he kissed lower, his mouth brushing over her collarbone before settling on her chest. She felt his breath hot against her skin, her nipples hardening in anticipation before he even touched them.

“Fuck, baby… your tits drive me insane,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. One hand moved to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in slow, teasing circles. “So soft, so full—perfect in my hands.” His other hand joined the first, both palms pressing into her flesh, squeezing gently before releasing. “I could spend hours here, just tasting you.”

His lips found her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he closed his mouth around it, sucking hard. Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked through her. “You feel that? That’s how much I want you,” he said, his voice muffled against her skin as he continued to suck, his tongue working in lazy circles. “I need your tits in my mouth.”

She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as he switched to her other nipple, licking slow, teasing circles around it before dragging his tongue over the tip. “Look at how sensitive they are for me,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Fuck. You love this, don’t you? The way my tongue plays with your nipples—your body’s begging for it.”

He was right—she did love it. Every touch, every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her ache for more. His hands moved to both breasts, squeezing them together as he watched her, his eyes filled with desire. “These tits were made for me,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “I swear. The weight of them, the way they bounce when you moan—God, you’re unreal.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed down her stomach, his lips brushing over her skin in a trail of fire. His fingers grazed her inner thighs, and she could feel how wet she was already, her pussy glistening with arousal. “You’re already so wet for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re soaked. This pussy knows who it belongs to.”

She whimpered as he kissed the inside of her thigh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “I could tease you like this all night,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her as he spoke. “Watch you beg, watch you shake. But I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want, princess.”

“Please,” she gasped, her thighs trembling with need. “Lando, please. Put your mouth on me—I need you.”

He smirked, his eyes filled with mischief as he shifted lower, kneeling between her legs. “Fuck, look at you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Dripping. I haven’t even gotten my tongue on you and you’re already trembling. You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her pussy in one long, slow stroke. “Mmm—fuck, baby… you taste better than I remembered,” he moaned, his voice muffled against her skin. “Sweet, salty, soaked. I could live off your pussy.”

He didn’t wait for her response before diving in, his tongue lapping at her eagerly as if he couldn’t get enough. Y/N’s moans filled the room, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her, his mouth working in slow, deliberate strokes. “This pussy’s mine,” he growled, his voice dark and possessive. “You hear me? The way it clenches when I lick you? How wet you get just from my mouth? No one else makes you like this.”

She could barely think, let alone respond, her body consumed by the pleasure he was giving her. One hand moved to her nipple, pinching it between her fingers as she moaned his name, her hips grinding against his face. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Grind on my face—yeah, just like that. Let me feel how good I’m making you. Let me drown in you.”

“F–fuck, Lando… no one’s ever made me feel like this,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Your mouth—God, your mouth is perfect.”

He moaned against her, his tongue flicking over her clit in rapid strokes that made her cry out. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” she panted, her voice breaking with every word. “Your tongue’s so good—so fucking good—I can’t take it.”

Her thighs shook around his head as he continued to eat her out with an almost desperate urgency, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. “You’re gonna make me cum—fuck, Lando, you’re gonna make me cum just from your mouth,” she gasped, her body trembling on the edge. “God, yes.”

He didn’t slow down, his tongue working in quick, desperate strokes as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his face as she neared her climax. “Look at you—eyes on me, mouth on me,” she panted, her voice raw with need. “That’s my boy. My sweet, dirty boy.”

“I love how you moan for me… how you get so messy just to make me cum,” he growled against her, his voice dark and desperate. “You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “I need it—I need you.”

He didn’t let up, his tongue working faster and faster as he pushed her over the edge. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel how good I’m making you.”

Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she came, her moans filling the room as pleasure crashed through her in waves. Lando didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at her as she rode out her orgasm, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. “That’s it, baby… just like that,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

She gasped for air, her body trembling as he finally pulled away, his chin glistening with her arousal. “You make me feel like a goddess,” she panted, her voice raw with emotion. “No one’s ever made me feel this worshipped. So seen.”

“I’m only getting started.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy was overly sensitive, every nerve still buzzing with pleasure, yet she could feel the heat building again, her need for him unrelenting. She was trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he began to kiss up her body once more.

His lips trailed kisses up her stomach, each touch sending sparks of electricity through her. He worshipped her body with his mouth, paying special attention to her tits again, his tongue flicking over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved higher, his lips brushing over her collarbone before settling on her neck. He kissed her there, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. Everywhere he touched, he left a trail of fire, his mouth claiming her as his own.

Then she felt it—the hard length of his cock pressing against her lower stomach. Her breath hitched as she realized how much he wanted her, how badly he needed her. His kisses didn’t stop, his lips moving over her neck and chest as if he couldn’t get enough of her. One of her hands drifted down his chest, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before she reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around him. He groaned against her neck, the sound primal and raw, and she smirked, loving the way he reacted to her touch.

“Let me suck your cock, Lando… please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I’ve thought about it every night since that first time.” Her hand stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip, feeling the slickness of his pre-cum. “I want to be on my knees for you… looking up at you while you fuck my mouth. Please, baby. Let me.”

Lando pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. There was a tenderness in his gaze, a softness that she hadn’t seen before. “I want to be soft tonight,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I want to focus on you, make you feel good. I’m not sure if I should let you… I just want to take care of you.”

But she wasn’t having it. She needed him just as much as he needed her. “You made me feel so good. So fucking good,” she whispered, her hand still stroking him. “Now let me make you feel that. Let me taste you.” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I’ve dreamed about this—sitting between your legs, your cock in my mouth, your hand in my hair. Please let me make it real.”

Lando hesitated, his jaw tightening as he fought with himself. But then he nodded, his resolve crumbling under her desperate pleas.

“Alright, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You can do anything you want with me. As long as I get to have you, I’ll let you have me.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the unexpected sweetness in his tone. She kissed him then, her lips soft and tender against his, one hand cupping his cheek while the other continued to stroke him. She poured all her emotions into that kiss, everything she couldn’t say aloud. When she finally pulled back, she gently pushed him off of her, making him sit at the edge of the bed.

She got down on her knees between his legs, her eyes locked on his as she knelt before him. The way he looked at her—like she was a goddess and he was a mere mortal worshipping at her feet—made her feel powerful in a way she never had before. His cock was achingly hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and she couldn’t wait to taste him. She gently took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his girth, and without hesitation, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.

The moment her lips wrapped around him, Lando let out a low groan, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. She hummed softly, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth moving with practiced ease. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes meeting his as she sucked him, her hand stroking every part of him that her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand rested gently on his inner thigh, her touch grounding him as she worked him.

“Fuck, baby… look at you,” he groaned, his voice rough and thick with need. “You look so pretty like this. On your knees. My cock in your mouth.” His words sent a thrill through her, and she moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

“Good girl… fuck, you’re my good girl,” he praised, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him deeper. “Taking all of me so deep, so eager.”

She loved the way he praised her, loved the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

“I want to feel your cock against my tongue,” she murmured, pulling off him for a moment to catch her breath. “I want to hear you moan for me. Let me be your good girl.” Her tongue darted out to lick the tip, savoring the salty taste of him, before she took him back into her mouth, sucking him with renewed enthusiasm.

“Shit—look at you,” he panted, his hips jerking slightly as she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking him like a vacuum. “So happy with my cock in your mouth. Like you were made for this.” His words sent a surge of heat through her, her own arousal spiking as she continued to pleasure him. She loved how his cock felt in her mouth—the shape, the size, the girth—it was perfect to her, and she couldn’t get enough.

“I love how you suck me,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him deeper.

“Like I’m the only man you’ve ever wanted.” She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock as if to confirm his words. “You’re gonna ruin me. Mouth like that—eyes like that. Fuck.”

Her hand moved faster, her mouth working in tandem with her movements as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. But just as he was about to come, he stopped her, his hand gently pulling her away.

“Stop—fuck, stop,” he panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel that pussy before I cum.”

She looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with desire. She nodded, her heart racing as she stood up, her body aching for him.

“I want to be your slut tonight,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Your sweet, messy little thing. Let me show you how good I am with my mouth.” She kissed him then, her lips brushing against his as she guided him to the bed, her body ready to give him everything he needed.

And as she climbed on top of him, her pussy already soaked and ready, she knew that this was just the beginning. Lando wasn’t just a man—he was her addiction, and she was more than willing to let him ruin her, over and over again.

Y/N’s body was on fire, her hips instinctively rocking against his as she tried to guide him inside her. She wanted to ride him, wanted to feel him deep within her as she took control, but Lando had other plans. His hands gripped her hips firmly, stopping her from moving. She whimpered in protest, her eyes meeting his, and what she saw there made her breath catch.

"I want to be on top," he said, his voice low and soft, almost pleading. His eyes were full of desire, but there was a tenderness in them that she hadn’t seen before.

"I want to see all of you. Your face, your tits bouncing as I fuck you. I want to watch you fall apart because of me. I want to look into your eyes as you cum. Please, Y/N."

The way he said it—so needy, so desperate—was completely different from the Lando she’d known that first night. This wasn’t the cocky, self-assured man she’d expected. This was something deeper, something raw and vulnerable. She almost melted on the spot, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. She nodded, her heart racing as she let him take charge, shifting her body to lay on her back in bed.

Lando moved between her legs, his eyes raking over her body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of her. Her legs were wide open, her pussy glistening with need, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw how wet she was, even after everything they’d already done.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You’re already soaked again. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?"

She moaned in response, her hands gripping the sheets as she begged him. "Please, Lando, I need you inside me. I need to feel you. Please, don’t tease me anymore."

He didn’t need to be told twice. Positioning himself at her entrance, he leaned down, his forehead resting against hers as he slowly pushed inside her. Her breath hitched as she felt him stretch her, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper, and she let out a soft moan as he bottomed out, his body pressed flush against hers.

One hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin as he looked into her eyes. The other hand gripped her thigh, holding her open for him as he began to move. His thrusts were slow, deep, and deliberate—each one measured and purposeful, like he was memorizing the way she felt around him.

"I want to see you fall apart," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "I want to feel it."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to the sensation, her body responding to every movement he made. His cock was hitting all the right places, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. She was already on edge from sucking him off earlier, her body primed and ready, and it didn’t take long for her to feel that familiar coil tightening in her lower belly.

"Lando," she gasped, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as she felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "I’m gonna cum. Please, don’t stop."

"Fuck—there she is," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he felt her pussy clench around him. "Cumming all over my cock like a desperate little thing. That’s it, baby. Let me feel it."

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body trembling as she came, her pussy squeezing him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lando didn’t stop, his thrusts slowing but never ceasing as he fucked her through her orgasm. He was relentless, his movements deliberate and unyielding, making sure she felt every second of it.

"You were begging for it, weren’t you?" he teased, his voice low and rough. "So needy, so wet for me. Look at you now—falling apart on my cock."

Y/N could barely think, her mind consumed by the intensity of her orgasm. Her body was still trembling, still sensitive, but he didn’t let up, his cock still driving into her with slow, deep thrusts.

"God, you’re squeezing me so tight… you love this, don’t you?" he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "Being underneath me, legs wide, full of me."

She could only moan in response, her body still writhing with pleasure as he continued to fuck her. He was right—she did love it. She loved feeling him inside her, loved the way he filled her, the way he made her feel.

"Can’t even handle it, can you?" he teased, his voice smug but tender. "That sweet little pussy’s still cumming, still begging for more. And I’m not stopping, baby."

As the tremors of her orgasm began to subside, Lando shifted, lifting her legs over his shoulders and folding her in half so he could fuck her even deeper. Her eyes widened as she felt him hit a part of her she didn’t even know existed, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through her.

"You’re soaked, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he looked down at her. "So fucking wet for me. You make it so easy to slide in. Like your body’s begging."

Her hands gripped the sheets, her moans unfiltered as he began to thrust into her again, this time even deeper than before. Her pussy felt incredible, the way he was hitting her making her feel things she’d never felt before.

"Lando—fuck, you’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

He smirked, his eyes locked on hers as he continued to move, his hips hitting just right with every thrust.

"Fuck… I’m ruining you, aren’t I?" he said, his voice low and rough. "And you fucking love it."

She did. She loved it more than she could put into words. "N-No one’s ever fucked me like this… not even close," she panted, her body trembling as he continued to move inside her. "I didn’t even know I could feel this good… I didn’t know this existed."

"Let me see your eyes when I make you cum again," he said, his voice soft but demanding. His thrusts began to quicken, his movements sharper and more urgent as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel it building again, the pleasure coiling tightly in her lower belly, and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

"Please, Lando, fuck me harder," she begged, her voice breaking as she felt herself spiraling out of control. "Faster, please. I need it—I need you."

He obeyed, his hips snapping into hers with a newfound urgency, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm.

"Fuck, you feel so big like this… you’re stretching me, baby," she gasped, her hands gripping his arms as she tried to hold on.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, the intensity so overwhelming that she almost cried out. Her pussy clenched around him, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lando wasn’t far behind, his movements growing erratic as he felt her cumming around him.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice rough with need as he came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their breath. Lando slowly moved her legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips instead as he leaned down to kiss her neck. His lips were soft against her skin, his touch tender as he held her close.

Y/N’s mind was still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, her body completely spent. She had never cum so hard before, never felt pleasure like that. Lando stayed inside her, her legs still wrapped around his hips, his body still pressed against hers as he softly kissed her neck. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he held her.

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "You’re incredible."

She didn’t respond—she couldn’t. Her body was still buzzing with pleasure, her mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. But as she lay there in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she realized one thing: she was completely and utterly his. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lando’s eyes met hers, his breaths still heavy but his gaze soft as he searched her face. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth curling through her.

She nodded, her lips curving into a dazed smile. “I’m more than okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I feel… weightless. Like I’m floating. No one’s ever made me feel like that before.” Her body was still humming, every nerve alight with the intensity of what they’d just shared.

He chuckled softly, the sound rough but tender, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. But then his expression shifted, his brows furrowing slightly as realization dawned.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tinged with panic. “I came inside you. I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking.”

She reached up, her hand resting on his cheek to calm him. “It’s okay,” she assured him, her voice steady. “I’m on the pill. You don’t have to worry.”

His shoulders relaxed, though his eyes still held a trace of guilt. Slowly, he pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. His cum dripped from her, the sight of it making his breath hitch. He couldn’t help but stare, the visual proof of their connection stirring something primal in him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

He moved quickly but carefully, climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. She watched him go, her body still tingling, her mind trying to process how tender he was being. Lando returned moments later with a warm, damp towel in hand. He knelt beside her, his touch impossibly gentle as he cleaned her up, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re so soft with me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect that. Not after… everything.”

He paused, his hand stilling for a moment as he looked at her.

“You deserve this,” he said simply, his voice filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

She felt her throat tighten, her heart swelling at his words. It was such a stark contrast to the arguments, the tension, the distance that had defined their relationship until now. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it, this version of Lando who looked at her with such tenderness, who cared for her with such deliberate softness.

As he finished cleaning her, he set the towel aside and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay?” he asked again, his voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the warmth of his lips against her skin. “I’m more than okay,” she repeated, her voice trembling with emotion.

Lando settled beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms with a gentleness that continued to surprise her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder. The silence between them was comfortable, a stark contrast to the charged tension that had defined their relationship for so long.

"You know," he said finally, his voice soft in the dimly lit room, "I had this whole speech planned out when I came here tonight. All these things I wanted to say about us, about what happened that night, about the lake house."

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "And instead we ended up like this."

"Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face. "But I did actually want to talk to you."

She nodded, sensing the importance of the moment. This wasn't just about physical connection anymore—though that aspect was undeniably powerful between them. There was something deeper developing, something neither had been willing to acknowledge until now.

"So talk," she encouraged softly. "I'm listening."

Lando took a deep breath, his fingers still tracing gentle patterns on her skin as if drawing courage from the contact.

"I've been thinking about you non-stop since that first night," he admitted. "At first I told myself it was just physical—amazing sex with someone I couldn't stand. A one-time thing to get out of our systems."

"But it wasn't," she finished for him when he paused.

"No," he agreed, his eyes serious as they met hers. "It wasn't. And then at the lake house, seeing you again, being around you but not being able to touch you, to talk to you about what was happening between us... it was torture."

Y/N understood perfectly. Those days at the lake house had been a special kind of agony—hyper-aware of his every movement, catching his eyes across rooms, the brief moments alone that had crackled with unspoken tension.

"I thought distance would help," she confessed. "That's why I kept avoiding group things, making excuses. I thought if I didn't see you, these feelings would fade." She gave a small, rueful laugh. "That didn't work out so well."

"No, it didn't," he agreed, a hint of his usual smirk returning. "Because here I am, and here you are, and I'm pretty sure neither of us regrets what just happened."

"Not even a little," she confirmed, her hand coming to rest over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.

Lando's expression grew more serious. "The thing is, Y/N, I don't think this is going away. Whatever this is between us—it's real. And I'm tired of fighting it."

The simple honesty in his voice made her throat tighten with emotion. She had been fighting it too—fighting the attraction, the connection, the growing realization that her feelings for Lando went far beyond physical desire.

"Me too," she whispered. "I'm tired of pretending I don't feel something for you."

His arms tightened around her, holding her closer as if afraid she might slip away. "So where does that leave us?"

It was the question she'd been avoiding for weeks, the one that had kept her awake at night, tossing and turning with possibilities and fears. What did you call this thing between them? How did you define something that had begun in anger and evolved into... whatever this was?

"I don't know," she admitted, honesty seeming the only option now. "I just know that I want to be with you. Not just like this; though this is definitely amazing." Her cheeks flushed at the memory of what they'd just shared. "But I want to know you. The real you, not just the version I convinced myself I couldn't stand."

Lando's smile was soft, his eyes warm with an emotion she'd never seen there before. "I want that too," he said quietly.

"All of it. The fights we'll definitely still have because let's face it, we're both stubborn as hell. The makeup sex afterward." His voice grew more serious. "The quiet moments like this. Everything."

"Are you saying you want to date me, Lando Norris?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice to mask the vulnerability of the question.

"I'm saying I want more than dating," he replied, his honesty taking her breath away. "I'm saying I think I'm falling for you, Y/N. And it scares the hell out of me because you're the last person I ever expected to feel this way about, but here we are."

Y/N felt her heart swell, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with physical desire and everything to do with the man holding her.

"I'm falling for you too," she whispered, the admission both terrifying and liberating. "God help me, but I am."

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath her ear. "We're a disaster waiting to happen, you know that, right? You with your planning and overthinking, me with my impulsiveness."

"Or maybe we balance each other out," she suggested, feeling strangely hopeful. "Maybe that's why this works."

"Maybe," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I guess we'll find out."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, each processing the seismic shift that had just occurred in their relationship. It wasn't just sex anymore—they'd acknowledged feelings, real feelings that went beyond physical attraction. They'd crossed a line there was no going back from.

"Pietra's going to be insufferable," Y/N murmured eventually, a smile in her voice. "She's been trying to tell me for weeks that our fighting was just unresolved sexual tension."

Lando groaned, though she could feel him smiling against her hair. "Max too. He kept making these comments about how I always brought you up in conversation."

"Did you?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.

"All the time, apparently," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Usually to complain about something you'd said or done, but still."

She laughed, settling back against his chest. "When do we tell them? About us?"

"That's up to you," he said, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. "We could wait, see how things go for a while. Or we could show up to the next dinner holding hands and watch their jaws hit the floor."

The image made her laugh again, the sound light and free in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. "Maybe something in between? Give ourselves a little time to figure this out, then tell them?"

"I can work with that," he agreed. "Though I should warn you, I'm not great at hiding how I feel. If I see you across a room, I'm going to want to kiss you. It might be a little obvious."

"I think I can handle that," she murmured, tilting her face up for a kiss that he readily gave, soft and sweet and full of promise.

When they broke apart, Lando gazed at her with such tenderness it made her heart ache. "Stay the night?" she asked softly, not ready to be separated from him yet.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," he assured her, shifting to pull the blankets over them both. "Though fair warning—I've been told I steal covers."

"And I hog the pillows, so we're even," she replied, settling more comfortably against him, her body fitting perfectly against his as if they'd been sleeping together for years instead of hours.

As sleep began to claim her, Y/N marveled at the unexpected turn her life had taken. From antagonism to attraction to this—genuine affection, real connection, the beginning of something she hadn't even known she wanted until it was already happening.

"Lando?" she murmured, already half-asleep.

"Hmm?" he responded, his voice equally drowsy.

"I'm glad you came over tonight."

His arms tightened around her, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Me too," he whispered. "Best decision I ever made."

And as they drifted off to sleep together, Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead—telling their friends, navigating their differences, building something real from this unexpected beginning—they would face them together. Because some connections, once acknowledged, were impossible to deny. And what had sparked between her and Lando that night on the balcony had finally blazed into something neither of them could ignore any longer.

Not the end of their story, but a beginning—unexpected, complicated, and more real than anything either of them had ever known.

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Long Distance Bf!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

wc: 17.7k

+18 reader is a gamer, talk about games, long distance, pining, sex toys, mentions of phone sex and video sex, established relationship, slight angst, reader being insecure, kissing, oral (f and m), rough, spit, dirty talking, p in v (unprotected), eddie being a sweetheart as well as a perv in a good way

Summary: You didn't plan it, but through a game lobby you met the person who would become your long distance boyfriend. The time came for him to visit you for the first time after five months of dating... and you are not going to hold back.

a/n: thank you to @ghost-proofbaby for proofreading and fixing so much shit, as well as @andvys cause these bitches betaread almost every filth i write. this was supposed to be a v-day fic, so happy belated valentine's day.

Please reblog, be kind.

NO MORE BUFFERING

“Eddie, what kind of internet do they have in Hawkins? You’re lagging like shit… again.”

“Don’t disrespect it–” Silence, a robotic voice coming in making you roll your eyes. “–It’s a small town–” and again. “–You know.”

“No, cause I didn’t hear half the shit you said.” He froze on the screen for a second before the call dropped. A second later, your phone started ringing, making you scoff with a smile, answering the video call.

“I am so tired of this shit, sweetheart.” You saw his mop of curls coming into view as he placed the phone standing straight on his desk. You saw he was shirtless as he put cream on his hair, one of your requests after seeing the dryness and open ends on them.

“I told you to call the company many times!”

“It’s not the company, Hawkins is shit.” You giggled at his outburst, feeling your cheeks flush the more you looked at the expanse of his chest. The arms covered in tattoos, and you could see the happy trail going down into his sweatpants, which were too low, and his bush started sticking out a bit. “You done checking me out?”

“You’re hot.” You heard him chuckle on the other side of the screen. Your lovely boyfriend just posed for the camera, pretending to be in a vogue magazine or something. You giggled as you felt your cheeks heat up. No matter how many months had passed, he would still make you feel giddy and nervous. Who would have thought that the stranger standing on the other side of the screen would become your long distance boyfriend?

You didn’t plan it, really. It just happened.

Since you were little you liked playing video games. You adored it. Unlike some of the girls and boys in your school who did sports and stuff, you preferred to stay home with your Playstation 1, then the second one, then the Wii, then your first computer to play on. You made friends along the years, but then those friends lost interest in video games.

Nowadays, you have a full on gamer setup built in a room of your apartment. You also had studied Video Game 3D blending and you have a very well-paying job at a game producer company. You were basically living the life you always wanted to have. Your friends didn’t mind that you were a hermit or a little introvert with yourself. They learned to love you that way, often just laying on the bed as you play games, just being there for company, and you greatly appreciated that.

The problem was, none of your friends played online, and you were sick and tired of going into teams with random people in Call of Duty, and you were also disgusted and fed up with the men that just insulted you in game just because you were a woman, even if your score was better than what they did. They just kept insulting you, reporting you, and you encountered maybe just one woman every night in the lapse of ten matches.

So, you opened your Discord app, where you can join community servers of fandoms, and you joined the Call of Duty official server. You wanted to build a team, or to join one where they would not judge you. Maybe you could find an all-girl team in there. Your mouse moved around, looking through the topic channels to find what you were looking for. Finally, there it was.

‘Team finder.’

You decided to give it a try and joined that channel, seeing the people messaging each other, some asking for teammates and revealing their status in the game. You were pretty high in rank, so you were trying to look for a team that had the same one or close. Suddenly, a user that went by ‘i wear weird al shirts’ sent a message.

‘Looking for just one more teammate. We are looking for either a diamond or crimson rank!’

Your heart beat a little bit rapidly as you replied to them, telling them you were crimson rank. You received a message request later, privately, and you saw it was that same username, introducing themselves as Dustin. You checked their profile card, seeing they went by he/him. You were very respectful with the online community’s pronouns, so you always made sure to get them right.

He told you that they have a server for the teammates only, but that they would like to test how they feel with your gaming ability first. You licked your lips a bit and hovered over your keyboard, wondering if you should tell him you are in fact a woman. But you don’t know the rest of the team, so there might be another girl in there.

You gave Dustin your username, immediately receiving an invite in game. You joined the crew. You entered a very silent lobby, the other five people inside but not talking. You assumed that they were talking to each other in that private discord. You now hovered on your hot key to push to talk in game, but you didn’t quite want them to know you were a woman yet. Finally, one talked.

“Hello! I’m Gareth!”

“You are just going to give out your name like that? Christ.” Three guys for now. So you got Dustin, Gareth, an annoyed person and you are left to know two more.

“Stop having a stick up your ass, Mike. I’m Jeff.” Another guy.

“I’m Eddie, the most handsome guy in here.” You saw the speaker icon at the top of their characters light up each time they talked.

“Shut up, Eddie. Let’s just play and see if this guy is any good.” This Mike dude was very irritable. Your eyebrow twitched when he called you ‘guy’. They thought you were a man.

“Hang on, maybe it’s a lady!” The character of the guy named Gareth lit up.

“As if.” Mike talked once more and your anger was slowly rising - you were committed to make this guy eat his fucking words. When you get angry in game, you get ten times better, and this stupid little man is gonna wish he got on your good side by the end of it.

“You ain’t going to present yourself, sugar?” The Eddie guy talked and you decided to type by now.

‘If by the end of the game you guys want me in your party, I will.’

“Fair enough.” He responded and you sighed in relief. They went silent, and you could only guess they were talking on the discord again to each other. They started the game.

You got first kill.

First headshot.

The guys were cheering you on. Even the Mike guy was going insane over you.

You ended up as Player of the game. You smiled in triumph as you laid back on your chair. The guys cheered for you in the lobby, and you received a message from Dustin, the invite to a server called, ‘Hellfire Club’. What an odd name. They played nice, and they were fun with their commentary, the problem was if they would accept you when they learned you are a woman. One way to find out.

You clicked on the link, accepting the invite. You saw them all connected to the voice chat, and you felt your belly turning with nerves. You licked your lips as you took a deep breath in, seeing the messages in the chat to join them. You pressed on the voice chat, their voices blasting in your ears, cheering for you.

“Look who it is! Our champion! Our savior!” Dustin yelled and you smiled, containing a laugh.

“May we ask for the name of our brilliant knight?” You saw Eddie’s icon light up at his voice. This was it.

“Lady.”

Silence. Radio fucking silence. This was the part where you get kicked out, wasn’t it? Or where they start bashing on you, or bully you, or assume you are cheating in the game.

“Holy fucking shit!” The guy Jeff exclaimed as they started laughing, Dustin’s icon lighting up then.

“Mike, you better fucking apologize cause she carried your sorry ass just now!” You rolled your eyes, not even thinking the guy would properly apologize but–

“I am so sorry, I am forever in your debt.” Your eyes widened and then you saw on your other monitor how, thanks to this match, Mike had ascended rank in game.

“Uh, no problem.” You didn’t want to make your voice cheery, or high pitched with emotion, just in case you would annoy these guys. Eddie talked again through chuckles.

“We have a goddess in our land, boys, we gotta behave.” You sat there, expectantly as you waited for everyone to settle down. Then Eddie, who you saw was the one who created the server to begin with, talked to you again. “Does the goddess have a name?”

You gave your name softly, and each guy greeted you properly. You were stunned at this change of scenery. These guys were chill with you, but you really do wonder–

“Aren’t you guys freaked out that a girl is playing with you?”

“Are you kidding? One of our members was a girl too, she kicked ass, the sister of a friend. She started school so she is not able to play with us as much as before!” Dustin explained and your mouth fell open at that. They didn’t care if you’re a girl. They just cared that you played nice.

“Ahem, sweetheart.” Your body straightened up at the pet name, not disliking it at all for some reason. “You wanna join Hellfire?”

Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, you all played together for hours. Mostly were wins thanks to you and Eddie, then there were some losses, but not a single game was toxic. They raged sure, but you weren’t far behind.

“COCK SUCKING SLUT, YOU FUCKING CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT!” You yelled loudly, ready to throw your controller across the room because you knew you found someone using a bot to aim perfectly at the head.

The boys’ laughter resonated in your ear, and Gareth was always the one to try to calm you down. You were so happy to have found a group that liked you, that had fun with you, and honestly was super interactive. The boys shared their foods, purchases, even clothes they bought in the general chat of the server. They showed their pets as well, Eddie, you and Jeff being the only two who didn’t own any.

You confessed you’ve always wanted a rat, and while most of the guys disagreed, Eddie was on your side 100%. He found rats cute, and he knew that they are as intelligent as a seven month old puppy.

One night in particular, after a month of talking with them, they decided to have a drinking night with you. Even if they were close to each other in distance, they stayed in their homes so that you could join and not feel left out. You were so thankful for them, but that meant you would be on camera for the first time. You wondered what they imagined you looked like, and you wondered how they looked like as well. They never shared pictures in the chat, and you never shared yours. You assumed they just wanted to keep their privacy. They knew each other in real life, unlike you.

So you got yourself out of your hermit clothes, put on makeup, even did your hair a bit. You put on an oversized sweater and prepared your beer in front of your PC. You took a deep breath in as you fixed the camera at the top of your monitor and you looked at yourself in the preview before joining the voice chat. You could see everyone pinging you, hurrying you, and you finally clicked the button.

The boys cheered as you came on the screen. You saw how they clapped and whooped. Only one person was not saying anything and– Oh fuck…

You didn’t expect Eddie to look like that. You didn’t expect Eddie to look like your type. Oh, fuck. And he wasn’t talking. He wasn’t saying anything, why?

“Hey, Munson, you alright there?” Jeff asked with a snicker on his lips, which made Eddie finally snap out, his curls falling on his face. You didn’t know if it was because of the lighting or what, but his face turned slightly red.

“Yep, totally fine. I’m just bummed I have to give up my throne.” Your eyebrows met in the middle a bit, staring into his camera only.

“Your throne?”

“Prettiest from the group, duh.” At his words, Gareth whistled, Mike and Dustin laughing with a cringe, but you felt yourself flush all over. It’d been a while since you got complimented like that, but that was because you truly never went out. You can’t even remember when was the last time you had sex. Your dildo doesn’t count.

“I beg to differ.” You commented and that seemed to catch Eddie off guard, because he choked a bit with his saliva. Jeff laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera.

“You guys want us to leave?” And was it evil for you to wish that? A bit. You chuckled and shook your head as you raised your can towards the camera.

“I thought this was a drinking night?”

After that camera call, it seemed the boys were keen to keep putting the cameras when in the voice chat. You did as well, taking them grocery shopping and to the pet store to look at rats, the only one aww’ing at them being Eddie. But there was one particular call where Jeff, Gareth and Eddie were together while Mike and Dustin were not online.

“Welcome to your first Corroded Coffin concert, sweetheart!” You were in awe as you saw them play, but Eddie– Eddie caught your eye. He had been catching your eye for a while, and after exchanging instagrams with everyone, that attraction only grew.

But what were you thinking? He lived in Indiana, you lived in Virginia. This was just attraction over a guy you’ll probably meet in a year if this online thing doesn’t fall apart. It’ll go away. It had to.

Yet there was one night, where Mike, Dustin, Eddie and you were playing together, Dustin and Mike telling you that they were heading to bed. You pouted a bit on camera, not really wanting to go to sleep, but you knew the gaming night was over. You said goodbye to Mike and Dustin, about to say goodnight to Eddie as well, but–

“I’m not tired, you wanna stay on call with me, sweetheart?”

One call turned to two, to three, to four, to times when you both pretended to be offline so you could call each other privately. You watched movies, talked about TV shows, about one another’s lives, likes and dislikes, and soon, your attraction turned into a crush. Your heart raced whenever you called him, whenever you woke up with good morning messages from him, and then you called each other every single day.

You shouldn’t have done this. You were now with a crush on a man who lived miles away from you. And maybe he didn’t even feel the same for you, just that he found a new friendship in you and maybe he just wanted a feminine touch in his life.

“This movie fucking sucked ass, Eddie.” You laughed as you rubbed your eyes, the credits of the movie you two watched together rolling up. You looked at his face as he laughed into his hands in shame.

“This is what I get for following Steve’s suggestion, for fucks sake.” ‘Drag me to hell’, supposedly a great scary movie. Sure, if you think a possessed talking goat is scary.

“Tell Steve that if I ever meet him, I’m tying him to a chair so he forcefully watches the ridiculous 6. That will cause him an aneurysm.” You heard him scoff, putting a hand to his chest in feigned offense.

“Take that back right now!” You could only giggle, shaking your head.

“No, I’m standing by what I said.”

“Take it back–”

“Make me.” Suddenly he went silent and your smile fell. Did you fuck it up? Did you go overboard with that?

“Do you want me to?” His voice was not playful, no… it was flirty… Oh, he was flirting with you. Eddie was flirting with you.

“Mmm, I don’t know. Depends on how you do it.” This time you heard him groan, your heart beating out of your chest as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the camera and the screen, probably looking at you.

“Okay, I think it’s time we cut to the chase, shouldn’t we, sweetheart?”

“What do you mean?”

“I enjoy being alone with you here, do you enjoy being alone with me?” You felt your body flushing all over, sweat appearing on your fingertips.

“I do… a lot.” And he nodded. You noticed how he nervously looked at the camera and then at the screen. He ran a hand through his hair before he spoke again.

“Darling… I know it’s fucking stupid, and– Kind of weird– but, fuck… I have never met a girl like you. In my entire fucking life. I mean– Who the fuck listens to the Sims 1 soundtrack on the daily?” Your eyes widened at that, gasping.

“I do! It’s very comforting!” He only chuckled, shaking his head.

“And something I never heard in my life… You’re weird.” His eyes were soft as he looked at you. You bit your bottom lip as you played with your fingers on your lap.

“Is that a good thing?”

“I really like you, sweetheart.”

And the words took a while to process in your brain. This guy that never got to touch you, or see your entire body, likes you. He just does. He likes you because of who you are, not exactly how you look. The cameras on were just a plus to make the calls even more personal, which only made your crush grow bigger.

A smile spread on your lips as you saw him covering his face with his hair, acting shy, peeking through it as if he were hiding. He was cute. Such a dork. And so handsome… and gentle. Caring. He bought you a plushie you wanted from Kingdom Hearts that you saved in your wishlist. You were surprised when you received it, not knowing if you accidentally bought it, but the note inside made your heart melt on the spot.

‘Happy birthday, my goddess.’

“I really like you too, Eddie.”

So no, you didn’t plan it. You didn’t plan to date someone online for five months. You presented him to your friends and even if a little weirded out, they really didn’t expect something else coming from you. They were happy you found someone, even if not in the practical way.

The boys already knew. They had confessed to you, embarrassing Eddie in the process, that he never stopped talking about you. He praised you whenever he could, reminding everyone you were a lady and beautiful and that you had to be respected.

But in a relationship come needs. Eddie is handsome. He is… well, he is hot. You find him extremely attractive, inside and out. Your dildo could be named Eddie at this point from how many times you used it and called his name out loud, pretending your pink dildo was his cock.

So, in one bold movement, after a month of properly dating, you decided to do your first bold move. You sent him a suggestive picture of your cleavage.

‘Should I wear this top for Heather's party?’

It had taken him a moment to reply to you, making you wonder if he was busy or if he was just staring at your picture. You started second guessing yourself, wondering, again, if you had gone too far, only for your phone to ping.

‘Sweetheart, do you want me to die?’

‘Why? I’m just asking a simple question…🥺’

‘Can you send more pictures? Or a video works best, I need to do a thorough inspection to give a verdict.’

And the sexting part began. Then the pictures were no longer suggestive, just plain nude. He started that one after you sent a picture of yourself in your lacey underwear and bunny ears in front of your full-length mirror.

‘I’m so fucking hard right now, darling, you have no fucking idea.’ He sent this message with a blurred picture attached. You knew what it could be but– You were not prepared. You were not prepared for what you saw. Not only was it big. Not only it was curved. But Eddie had a tattoo along the shaft. He had Sindarin markings on the underside.

It made you wet in an instant.

Sexting turned into phone sex with video calls. He saw you, you saw him. He saw you fucking yourself in your dildo as you moaned his name, and you saw him fuck his hand to yours. It was daily, if not every two days. You had never done this before, but fuck if it wasn’t hot. Hot, yet not enough.

Which brings you to five months into the relationship, and the present day.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He called out as you hummed, still looking at his body as if you were daydreaming. He laughed, leaning over to look into the phone camera. “Stop drooling over me, for just a second.”

“No way, not possible, live with it.” He shook his head at you, his smile faltering slightly with nerves and you tilted your head in wonder as you felt your stomach flip with nervousness. “What’s wrong–”

“Nothing is wrong. I promise! But uhm… well… With the new job, I managed to… kind of save up.”

“For what?”

“Visiting you.”

Your brain short-circuited. You had explained to Eddie that you couldn’t visit him for a while, not until your video game project was done with, and your work days were never set. You couldn’t take your PC with you, so you had to stay home.

“What?”

“I– Tell me to fuck off if you’re not comfortable, I just– I really want to see you. There’s… a flight on… Valentine’s day.”

You felt yourself melt in your seat as you heard his words. He wanted to meet you for the first time and not on just any day. Valentine’s day. You knew Eddie had been struggling with finding a good paying job a few months back, finally landing a good one as a mechanic in his town.

“You… You got a new job and instead of saving up for the new guitar–”

“I saved up to finally meet you, yes– but if you tell me you’re not ready, I’ll go and just buy–”

“Yes… please…” And you two stared at one another for a few seconds, your heart beating wildly in your throat as he stood there.

“I– Yes?”

“Yes, I want you to come here, Eddie.”

You saw him walk backwards cheering with his fists in the air, and you smiled as he jumped excitedly, his hair bouncing all around him. You saw his uncle Wayne opening the door to see what Eddie was doing, and you couldn’t help but snort as Eddie stopped and pointed at his phone.

“I’m meeting my girlfriend!”

“Okay? Uh–” Wayne looked at you and nodded in greeting, “Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi, Wayne.” His uncle didn’t live with Eddie, but he came to visit often and even stayed for a day or two at his home. At Eddie’s request. It seemed Eddie wanted independence, but he was too attached to Wayne. He had explained to you about his past, about his family, and it was completely understandable that he couldn’t let Wayne go that easily.

“Keep it down, I’m excited for you two, but your neighbors will complain again.” And like that, he closed the door. The nerves invaded you once again and you saw Eddie rushing to grab the phone and taking you as he sat on the computer. You saw him typing away, and you knew he was looking to book that flight right away.

You saw the concentration in his scrunched-up features, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth as he squinted at the screen, clicking away. Excitement built in your belly as you looked at him. As you looked at a guy that just lived far away, yet you’ve never felt more connected to in your entire life.

A guy you fell in love with, despite the recent connectivity issues.

“BOOKED!” He yelled excitedly and you giggled, covering your mouth as you thrashed around, finally realizing you would meet him. You would meet Eddie. You would meet your boyfriend for the very first time, and on Valentine’s day to top it off. That would be a month away, and you could tell your work to give you a breather the week he stays with you, to not bother you as much.

You were excited… but nervous as fuck.

What if he doesn’t like you? What if he sees you and is disgusted? Should you kiss him as a greeting? Were the flowers in your hand too stupid to give to him? He said he liked them, so you got him some because men also deserve flowers on Valentine's day. You were standing at the Arrivals gate, just where Eddie had told you he would get off on.

You had prepared your home from top to bottom, cleaned it all up, and you even went to get a Bikini Wax with Heather. You exfoliated your skin, put on some lotion, and you were going a little bit crazy with it– But, was today the day? Not only were you going to meet him, but should it also be the time where you could confess to him?

You didn’t know if it was too soon or not, being the first time you ever fell in love for real in your life. You were pretty sure it was love. How could it not be? Eddie had not answered you for a whole day once, and you could not get in contact with him at all. His location was also off. Your first thought was very dark, afraid he had gotten into an accident with his motorcycle or something. You had called Gareth and you demanded him to go take you to Eddie.

You made him go to Eddie’s house while on a video call with you, and when he arrived and knocked on the door, Wayne had answered. Eddie had caught Mono. You were relieved yet the stress didn’t leave you at all. Wayne showed you Eddie’s state on video, and you saw him breathing at least, with a warm towel on his forehead and all.

When he started messaging you back, you told him you were relieved but you had asked Wayne for his own phone number just in case. You remember Eddie being touched by how much you cared, and the fact that Wayne trusted you enough to give him his personal information just for the sake of knowing Eddie was okay.

You were clearly in love, and gone. You were holding flowers, balloons in the shape of bats and hearts. You looked silly, but you noticed some people looking at you with smiles on their faces, knowing you were most likely hopelessly in love waiting for your partner. They were absolutely right.

Suddenly, the doors opened and you held your breath in as people started walking out. You saw a family getting back together, then an old lady and a man who brought her flowers, kids greeting their mother. You were nervously waiting and– did you get the gate wrong? Maybe you did? Should you check your phone to make sure? That is nonsense, you checked like forty times, but maybe you looked at it wrongly–

And then, you saw him, dressed all in black, guitar strapped to his back, his hair pulled up in a bun, his left hand dragging the carry on. His other hand? It was holding a rat plushie with cotton flowers in its hands. You felt your eyes burning as you saw him looking around, your heart literally about to jump out of your chest and your stomach twisting with vines of nerves. This would be it. You did small little jumps with your feet, rising your heels and then putting them back down, over and over again and–

His eyes finally clashed into yours. His face lit up instantly, a smile spreading from ear to ear, his dimples showing off completely. He was so beautiful in real life and you just felt complete. You felt so giddy, something you never thought you would feel for someone else, at least not in the way you met that someone.

You bounced on your feet excitedly, smiling widely at him. His face, still smiling, made a confused frown as he looked around at what you got him. His feet started working, rushing your way as you waited by the limit. You were finally going to hold him. You were finally going to feel his warmth and spend time with him and–

You heard a huge thud of something falling and then big arms closed around you. Your arms wrapped around him, trying to not let go of his gifts but you felt like crying from how happy you felt. How whole you suddenly became. To be able to hug the person you have been talking to for months, that you have shown the most intimate parts of yourself.

His face was deep in the crook of your neck and shoulder, and you realized he had thrown the carry on to the ground as well as the plushie he got you. It was okay. You didn’t care. You felt his hands all over your back as if he was holding something so precious that he was afraid it would fall apart if he let go. And maybe, it would. Now you don’t know how you will be able to keep going with your daily life once he is gone. How you’ll keep going without his hugs, kisses and–

You flushed all over as your thoughts became impure, in just one single instant. Oh, he smelled good. He smelled so fucking good. You were in such bliss, you didn’t want to let go, but you knew you had to. You felt him pulling away for a second, his eyes meeting yours and you held your breath tightly as you waited for him to kiss you. He was going to, wasn’t he?

“Are these for me?” He suddenly asked and you were so stunned, looking down to your hands and you smiled widely, giving the flowers to him, as well as the balloons. He chuckled as the smile never left his lips. You saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at them. “I never received flowers in my life– Valentine’s day gifts at that.”

“Me neither.” He smiled at you, putting all the gifts in one hand so he could bend down and pick up the plushie that had those cotton flowers in the middle. You squealed loudly as you grabbed it, inspecting it. Suddenly you caught on a scent, making you lean forward and smell it, and– It’s him. It’s his cologne.

“Sprayed it myself. I may have put a cloth inside and stitched him up again for longer effects.” Your heart was in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with emotions. You hugged the rat tightly to your chest as Eddie stared down at you with a smile on his face.

“Thank you…” Your voice was small and muffled into the plushie. You looked up at him with bright eyes, hopeful he would lean in, and you needed to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him. But–

“Should we go? I am in terrible need of a cigarette, sweetheart.” You giggled, nodding as he bent down to grab his carry on again with his free hand, and you two walked side by side. The people all around you looked weirdly your way but still kind of adoringly. It was a metalhead guy with flowers and balloons in his hand, of course they would look.

You two walked through the airport, smiling like idiots. You wished you could hold his hand but he was not able to right now. You were wondering why he didn’t kiss you, and maybe you should? Maybe you should kiss him when you reach your car and he puts the things in the trunk.

He talked to you about how Wayne made him share his location at all times, the old man worried his nephew was travelling to another state by himself even if where he went, he was not going to be alone at all. You took your free hand to message Wayne, sending him a selfie with you and Eddie, signaling that he arrived safely because Eddie could not grab his phone right now. Wayne sent you a simple ‘take care now, use protection.’

That message made you flush all over, knowing that it was something that was going to happen no matter what. Absolutely. Wasn’t it? You wanted it to happen but– What if Eddie didn’t want to? What if he just came here to spend time with you but not to engage in something intimate? Were you looking too much into it? You literally had video sex with each other, so it not happening would be… weird… wouldn’t it?

But maybe… he doesn’t want to after seeing you? Maybe that’s why he didn’t kiss you?

Your self doubt was starting to slowly eat you alive as you reached the car where you parked. He put his carry on inside the trunk and the balloons as well because they would just not let you see on the rearview mirror, plus you might be stopped thanks to them. You bit your lip once you heard the trunk slam shut, Eddie turning your way with a smile on his face.

“So, ready to take me to your castle, my lady?” You giggled as you nodded, ready to take a step forward in order to be able to tippy toe and signal him you wanted a kiss, but he immediately rushed to the passenger’s side after putting the guitar into the backseat, making you frown slightly.

You went into the driver’s seat, putting the plushie to sit in the backseat so you could drive while Eddie held his flowers on his lap. He was surprised you had gotten him roses, and he couldn’t stop lavishing over them. As you drove, you put music for each other, and he was babbling away about how the guys wanted to have a call with the two of you together on camera.

“Oh, that’s kinky.” Was your comment and you noticed Eddie nervously chuckling and– Was he nervous? Shit, were you too forward? You didn’t take into account he was as nervous as you. Maybe that’s why he is not making any moves? Not even holding your thigh?

Fuck, you wanted to jump on him and you had to calm down.

Once you got into your small complex, he was in awe when he entered your apartment. It was big for just one person, and he knew your apartment by now. You had given him a tour but it seems that showing him through video it may have looked a bit smaller than what he had expected. He put the carry on at the entrance as well as the balloons.

“We should put these in water, I don’t want them to go bad.” He commented, still holding onto the flowers which warmed your heart. You guided him into the kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water, letting him put the flowers in it. Your plushie was left on the dining table so now, your hands were free as well as his. It was already night time, and you just wanted to hold him right now, needing to feel him in your arms again and–

“Did you have dinner yet?” You asked, wanting to cringe at yourself. The air was a little tense, and your self doubt and nervousness was making you feel a little awkward. Maybe it’s not what he expected?

“I didn’t actually, and as far as I remember sweetheart, you told me there was a pizza place here that was fucking delicious.”

“Pete’s. And it will be the best pizza you ever had.” You smiled up at him, swaying a little as you put your hand on the counter. You saw him breathing a bit heavily, nervously, and he cleared his throat.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He smiled and you realized he was not going to make a move at all. You don’t want to hover over him, or read the signs wrong. Fuck. You were becoming restless, even more when you sent a message to the pizza place so you could order and for them to deliver it to your house.

Meanwhile, Eddie was walking around your apartment, gushing over all the consoles you had. He knew you had them but it was still amazing to him to see them there. He explained to you how he could only afford the Playstation 2 when he made money out of selling weed at his school. You could only smile through your nerves as you both waited for the pizza, sitting on the couch… rather apart.

Why was he far away? Did he not want to hold you in the same way you wanted to hold him? It was Valentine’s day and he was sitting on the far end of the couch, and you have waited for months for this moment. Should you really take the initiative here? Were you giving wrong signals? No, you’re pretty sure you aren’t. You have batted your eyelashes, you have brushed your fingers against his when handing him the can of beer, your eyes went to his lips many times and he either was not seeing it or– he was playing dumb.

Dark clouds invaded your mind as you went to the bathroom, messaging Heather immediately.

‘He is not doing anything.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘He hasn’t even tried to kiss me yet, and the pizza is about to arrive, and all we did was talk, which is nice, but we’ve been doing that for five fucking months.’

‘Okay, maybe you should kiss him? Or just talk to him?’

‘What if he doesn’t…?’ You felt like your heart was about to burst as you thought of that possibility. What if you weren’t what Eddie expected in real life? What if it became way too real for him that he was now regretting ever coming to your house? What if he regretted breaking the illusion that he had of just looking at the screen?

‘I’m sure there’s an explanation… talk to him, don’t be a fucking idiot.’

You heard the doorbell ring and you flushed the toilet, pretending you went in there to just do your business. You walked out to see Eddie looking at the intercom with a frown in his face, seeing the pizza guy on the camera.

“How the fuck do I talk to him?” You laughed as you walked towards it, standing next to Eddie, pressing the button to talk.

“Hi Pete, come on up.”

“Thank you, honey!” The old man said as you pushed the open front gate button. Eddie’s eyebrows raised in awe at it and then he frowned.

“Wait, Pete?”

“Yeah, the owner!” You smiled at him as you walked to your door, standing on your tippy toes to look through the peephole, your hips swaying excitedly as your mouth watered. You felt eyes on you, but maybe you were just making it up in your mind so that the horrible thoughts would go away from you. You saw Pete coming over and you immediately opened the door, a smile on your face.

“Hello lovely.” He greeted you and you grabbed the pizza from his hands, handing him the money and the large tip you always give him. “You know you always give me too much.”

“No, I don’t. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man rolled his eyes and then he saw Eddie standing behind you, waving at him.

“Oh, what a lucky guy you are!” You felt your cheeks burn up as you giggled nervously.

“That I am, Pete!” You heard Eddie say and that just made you feel even more confused than before. The old man smiled, tipping his head down once and gave you both a nod.

“Well, I better leave you two alone. Happy Valentine's!” With that, Pete turned and left, letting you close the door and lock it. He could get out of the gate with a button he could press from the inside, so you didn’t have to bother with that one. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you moaned in delight as you walked towards the couch.

“This smells so fucking good.” You sat down, looking back to see Eddie just blinking, staring at nothing. “Eddie?”

“Oh–” He snapped out with a shake of his head, his curls bouncing around. “Yeah, yeah, it does.”

He rushed to sit next to you, and you turned on the TV to at least put something as background noise. You decided to put ‘The Office’ which Eddie and you had binge watched together, having never seen it before. When you opened the box, you saw that Pete had followed your instructions, a smirk appearing in your face. Eddie’s eyes widened, a laugh escaping his lips.

“Oh my god.” He saw the pizza in the shape of a heart, and you giggled at how amazed he looked staring down at it. “How am I supposed to cut into this masterpiece? There’s absolutely no way.”

“Well, we do have to eat.” And that you both did. You dove in, the voices of the show in the background as he gushed over the pizza, and he had to agree with you that it was in fact the best he’s ever had. He told you that the pizzas back in Hawkins will now taste like cardboard compared to this masterpiece.

“Tell Pete he is a god. Like a literal god because, holy fuck.” You heard him groan in delight as he licked his fingers, wiping his hands with a napkin as he collapsed on the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed as if he were full. He only ate two slices, and Eddie was used to eating at least four. You once saw him eat a full sized pizza, claiming he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

“I’ll tell him.” You didn’t want to sound tense or irritated, but you were so happy to have him here and now you didn’t know if you were being selfish for wanting something more to happen, or if you were sad because nothing was happening at all, or if you were anxious and fearful of the possibility that Eddie did not like you in person, as much as he liked you online.

You grabbed the remaining pizza with the box, surprised still that there are slices left. You also didn’t eat much thanks to the nerves, something your stomach would yell at you later at night, but for now, you were afraid of puking it all out. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to place the entire box in there, not wanting to deal with putting it away in tupperwares to save space.

What should you do now? Should you follow Heather’s advice and talk to him? But what if you make everything become a little more tense than what it already was now? You didn’t know what to do, and Eddie was not helping your case at all. You sighed as you washed your hands in the sink, letting the grease be washed away. You dried your hands with the kitchen cloth before walking out, seeing that Eddie was no longer on the couch.

You frowned, completely confused, until you heard the water of the sink in the bathroom. You grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, walking towards your room, where your whole setup was as well. The bed was completely pressed into a corner, your LED lights in a perfect purple hue, fairy lights in the shape of stars were lit up across the wall, holding pictures of your friends, your family, the boys back in Hawkins and Eddie. There were a lot of Eddie.

The door of the bathroom opened, and you turned to see Eddie walking towards your room, his eyes widening at the color of the room and then the yellow from the fairy lights, as if it were a purple sky with stars. He walked further in, looking at your entire PC, whistling out loud. You could only stare at his back, dressed in all black, completely contrasting with your room.

“Damn, look at this… The pictures don’t do it justice.” Your setup was big. You had three monitors, and a very well updated PC. You needed your computer to be able to have a very fast response time because of your work. Video game 3D blending required a lot from your PC so you always kept it up to date.

“It was an investment when I started my studies, but I gave my mom her money back in the first three months of my job, even if it was three years later.” You explained and he nodded, looking all around your room, for his eyes to then fall on your bed and then the pictures above it, attached to the fairy lights.

You looked at his profile as he inspected them, and your heart was bursting with need, lava from a volcano just exploding right inside it. You couldn’t hold it in. The guy in your pictures was no longer far away from you. He was no longer miles and miles away, where you could not touch him. He was in your room. He was here with you. He was standing in front of you.

“Didn’t know you hung these up…”

And you exploded.

“Why?”

His head turned to look at you, a frown appearing in his face as you stared at him. His face softened when he saw how you were looking at him. Your face was showing him distress, confusion, nervousness, and a bunch of questions that were at the tip of your tongue.

“Why what?” He asked, a nervous smile appearing on his lips and– Now you definitely know something was wrong. You could absolutely see it. You stepped forward and you saw how he stiffened in place. You didn’t know what was going on, but at least he didn’t move away from you because you were able to finally step close to him. Your head tipped back so you could properly look up at him.

“Why don’t you do something?” You saw his gulp, how his eyebrow twitched and his smile fell, and you could feel your entire inside crumble apart. Was he going to tell you now that you weren’t what he had expected? That it became way too real for him that he could barely handle it?

“Darling…”

“Am I not– You don’t like me? I– Am I not what you expected?” Your voice was small, and broken, your eyes burning with incoming tears, and his own widened, desperately reaching out for you to hold your biceps tightly, pulling himself closer to you.

“Don’t you ever think that. Not for a single damn second.” His voice was honest, rough with emotion, so now you were confused as he clenched his jaw. “You are way more than I– Than I fucking deserve to have. I have no idea how the fuck I even bagged someone like you.”

“But– But I don’t understand… You haven’t even tried to kiss me, or hold my hand… You sat so far away from me–” He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath in. You blinked for a few seconds, and… did he lie to you? “Eddie… are you… a virgin?”

“WHAT?” His voice was loud, and it startled you, making you jump in your spot. His eyes pierced your skull almost in a glare, only to then soften as a sigh escaped his lips. “For fucks sake, I am not.”

“Then I honestly don’t get it now.” You were angry. You started becoming irritable, annoyed, and you wanted answers. He took a deep breath in, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. His cologne made you calm down instantly, your heart skipping a beat from having him so close to you again. The closest he’s been with you today was the hug you received when seeing each other for the first time.

“I… I won’t be able to hold back.”

You blinked completely confused a few times, looking into his eyes for answers.

“What? What do you mean by that?” He sighed as his hands moved, sending chills down your entire body. They grabbed your waist, giving it a squeeze as he found his voice again.

“I didn’t want you to think I was meeting you right now just to wet my dick… I don’t want you to think that I came to visit you just for that…”

Now you… you were enraged.

“Are you a fucking idiot, Edward?” His eyes widened as he pulled his head back to look at your face. It was all tensed up with anger, eyes staring into his with a glare.

“I– Uh… what?”

“You made me fucking doubt myself all day, thinking I wasn’t what you expected! Or that– Or that this was way too fucking real and you became scared and you regretted coming here–” Your eyes started burning once again and you hated yourself for always tearing up when you started an argument. You always felt that stupid lump in your throat, even when you were angry, you got emotional. His eyes were wide, his head shaking from side to side like crazy.

“No, no, no! I’m so sorry I made you feel like that but… it wasn’t. No… It’s– The complete opposite of that.” The room started losing that tensed up air that was filled with anger and misunderstandings, your eyes now softening as you looked at him. His face looked flushed, his eyes were now a bit dilated, looking down at you with a different gaze, one you saw many times on video call when you changed in front of him.

“Then?”

“If I kiss you… I won’t be able to hold back… That’s why I haven’t done it all day. I would have, probably, broken a million laws.” You bit your lip as you looked up at him, your body rising in temperature the more you stared up at him and he looked down at you with that hunger in his eyes you knew too well.

“Eddie… I waited for this for months… I want it too…” Your arms went up to wrap around his shoulders, nerves turning your stomach inside out but they were good nerves. They were amazing nerves. His breath hitched only to then quicken, his hands squeezing your waist once again. “And I don’t want you to hold back.”

That seemed to be his green light. What seemed to be the last string holding him to rationality, and it was literally snapped by you. His lips immediately clashed into yours, sparks flying all around you as electricity ran all over your body. Goosebumps formed on your skin and you sighed happily into the kiss. It was soft, deep, but still not moving.

He groaned into it and slowly pulled away with a smack, his breath hitting your lips, his eyes still closed. You felt his hands moving, wrapping himself around you, pulling you even closer. He pressed your body against his and you wanted to already moan with how warm he felt. You felt his lips peck yours again, and then pull away.

“Oh, fuck…” Then another peck, your bodies moving. “Fuck, sweetheart–” You didn’t know why he was cursing, yet he gave another peck, a longer one. “I’m done for.” And then one more kiss, “I’m so fucking done for.”

You finally felt your bed hit the back of your knees as his lips started moving against yours in a desperate manner. Nobody had ever kissed you like this. You’ve never felt as desired as you’re feeling right now. His hand went downwards to grab the back of your right thigh and pull it up, pressing it against his hip. His left knee then hit the bed, his other hand grabbing your other leg, and helping you up on the bed as he crawled into the middle of it with you.

Your lips never separated, not for a single moment. You were chained to him, not wanting to let go at any second, feeling like it’s a lost one if you did. Your back was pressed into the mattress, as your head clashed against your pillow. You could barely breathe as his hands left your legs after he slotted himself right in between them.

Your choice of clothes was now a pain to you. You should have put on something easier to take off, but you had chosen fucking pants. It was cold out, but it would have made this moment easier. His elbows came to rest against the mattress, one on each side of your head.

His hips still did not press against yours and you were becoming a little needy, desperate. So, you raised your hips upwards and rubbed yourself on him, making him wince against the kiss, pulling away to look down in between your bodies. You felt the bulge, the big bulge you’ve always looked at and desired to have in your hands, in your mouth and inside. He groaned as his eyes turned to yours again.

No words were exchanged as your hips were suddenly slammed into the bed again, a moan escaping your lips. He thrusted himself into you, giving you the wish of rubbing his hips against you. You sighed as your hands rubbed the back of his head, making you feel a little dizzy already. His lips immediately clashed with yours again, and you felt his hands all over you, just exploring all over your waist, hips, arms as his hips rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.

You moaned into the kiss, your body shivering when you felt the tip of his tongue entering your mouth, not even asking for permission and it wasn’t like he needed it. He didn’t. He could do whatever he wanted to you tonight. You were going to do whatever you wanted too. You both knew your likes and dislikes, what is okay and what is not. There was no need for questions or permissions.

He groaned into the kiss as you felt him twitch in his pants and against you. You clenched around nothing at all, and you wondered if you could cum by just him rubbing himself against you, because it felt like it. Your belly was burning. You were hoping you would not be able to walk after tonight, or after this entire week.

Your breathing turned heavy, your hands grabbing at his denim jacket, pulling onto it by the shoulders, and he got the message. He pulled away for a second, ripping the jacket away from himself, only to desperately drop himself back on you, kissing you hungrily once more. The clothes felt constricting now and the heat all over your body was making it feel worse. His tongue was just abusing yours in the most delicious of ways.

Eddie knew how to kiss.

Eddie kept his movements on you, up and down, circling and then some dry humping against you that was making you see stars behind your eyelids. He was driving you insane, and your thong, the red lace set you wore today, a set you bought a few days ago with this exact intention, was becoming a wet sticky mess because of this.

You wondered if you were soaking through your pants now, maybe getting the front of his wet and damp too. He was rubbing against your clit in meditated rolls, hearing where you moaned the loudest. He was paying attention to every single detail and reaction he got from you, now learning your body in person and not through a screen. It was like the practical part of an exam, the oral part having passed flawlessly.

Your hips moved with his as his right hand landed on your breast, making your back arch against him with need. You whined into the kiss, and he pulled away from you, a gasp being let out by you. You were so sensitive. The emotions were making your entire body react to the simplest of his touches.

“You are so fucking perfect.” Your mouth dropped open when his lips connected to the pulse point of your neck. His hand was still kneading your breast over your hoodie, those you loved to wear. Oversized and comfy, but right now, it was something you wanted to rip off of you as if it were burning your fucking skin.

“Eddie… Baby, I need to take it off–” He nodded desperately against you, but before leaving your neck, he gave a soft nibble with his teeth, making you whimper. He kneeled as you sat up, and before you could grab the hem of your hoodie, his hands were almost ripping it off from your body. He pulled it off of you in an instant, leaving you in just your tank top. You saw him lick his lips, and you wanted more, you needed more. Your hands instantly went to the hem of his shirt and he helped you, gladly, to take it off.

Your mouth watered as you saw the chest you’ve only been seeing through a screen for months, finally being able to touch it, kiss it and– Your tongue darted out, licking his chest in an upwards motion, your eyes closed. He threw his head back, shoving the shirt to the abyss, he didn’t care. Your hands scanned his sides, fingertips gliding against the skin, feeling him tense up and his chest hitch when your lips gave a kiss to it.

He growled, cradling your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him in a quick and rough motion you didn’t dislike, but it made you stop your kisses and kitten licks against his chest, over his tattoos. His lips crashed against yours again, deep and desperate only to then be pushed back down on the bed. He was towering over you, chest moving up and down rapidly, his eyes looking down at the button of your jeans. You gulped as you moved your hips to signal him he could move.

So he did. His hands instantly rushed to rip the button open and pull the fly down. Your nerves started coming back as he crawled backwards and he started tugging at your jeans, pulling them down and off your body desperately. Off they went, including your socks and then you felt your legs wanting to close but– You had prepared yourself for this. You should let him look, so you kept them spread. Once his eyes turned to look at you again, they were instantly glued to the red lace covering the wet heaven he had wanted to touch and taste for so long.

“Oh, and it’s all for me, isn’t it sweetheart?” His voice was deep, rough and sultry and it was as if he wasn’t really asking you, but more like he was reassuring himself in fact like he said. And it was.

“Mhm~ All of it, Eds…” Your voice small, pretending shyness, that shyness that drove him insane. You heard a growl coming from him, his clouded eyes still staring down at your moving hips, waiting for him to do something. You clenched around nothing when he roughly grabbed the back of your knees and pulled them apart even more, and away.

“Let me taste this pussy that’s been driving me crazy for fucking months.” Your breathing hitched at the possessiveness he was talking with. His hands moved and his arms hugged your thighs as his body lowered, his stomach pressing against the mattress as his face came to stare at your throbbing slit, and he could see how wet the lace was. How drenched and dark the fabric had gotten.

You couldn’t even process his words that your mouth was falling in a silent ‘o’, his mouth latching on the thong like a leech. Sucking and licking on it and if it felt good like this, how would you feel when he uncovers it? Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as he kept licking pointedly into where your slit was, digging the fabric into it a bit.

Then he rode the tongue upwards, the pointy licks now against your clit, making you moan, letting the breath out of your lungs. Your body started feeling the heat travelling all over, and you should have touched yourself or something before he came over because you’re pretty sure you’re going to cum any second.

He pulled away, his fingers grabbing onto the elastic of your thong, and he kneeled up to pull them down your legs. You helped him do just that and he smirked when he saw the little string of your wetness disconnecting from your center. That’s how wet you were. His jaw clenched when he finally got the thong off, but this one, he made sure to see where it landed, planning on taking it back with him. Probably frame it.

Your legs now did close while his head was turned, your knees together and leaning your way. You felt a little more exposed now, you couldn’t help it. It’s been a while since you had sex in general, this would happen no matter what. The shyness, the embarrassment. But when Eddie turned his head back around, he shook his head, glaring down at you.

“I’m having none of that.” His hands roughly grabbed onto your knees and he spread them apart, your center opening up for him, and you just flushed all over, feeling embarrassed but more aroused than ever. He was a starved man, no, animal. He was staring down at it as if it were the answer to all of his prayers. His body moved downwards, in the same position he was before, but this time, his hands gripped your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread.

He was going to make sure to taste you completely.

His tongue darted out, finally pressing it against you, making you jerk upwards, completely taken aback by how good it felt and it was a simple press of the tongue. You were done for tonight. He hummed and moaned as he tasted you, and then–

“Fuck– Oh– Fuck!” Your voice was loud, your breathing loud as in one single moment Eddie was just looking at you after tasting you, and the next his mouth and tongue were everywhere. He sucked on your clit, kissed it, the tip of his tongue doing stripes in your center, up and down, teasing you about entering it.

He was all over you, his fingers digging into your flesh, not caring if he leaves a mark, and if he does, good. Your head was thrown back into the pillow as he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, your hands flying to grab onto his head. He was still moaning, hips rutting into the mattress just by eating you out. You were absolutely delicious and he probably won’t get enough of you at all.

“Better than what I imagined. So fucking sweet.” He hummed into you, and you felt your body start trembling, the pleasure making up a fog in your mind you hadn’t felt in so long. Suddenly, your eyes widened, feeling his tongue going inside, his nose hitting your clit as he made nodding moves with his head and his tongue moved around inside of you.

“Eddie– Eddie, baby, oh my god–” Your breathing was heavy, moaning his name out as if it were a god, and to you, he was one right now. Your belly clenched and burned and you could feel your climax creeping in by the minute. Eddie was happy to keep ravishing you, to keep tasting you, to keep making you fall apart.

You felt one of his hands leave your inner thigh as well as his mouth, letting the air hit you and then a sharp breath, making your wetness become cold, a whimper ripping out of your throat. He chuckled as he saw your hips jerk from the air he blew, and then you tensed up when you felt his finger running through your slit to coat it with your juices. And then he entered. You wished he hadn’t taken his rings off to eat that pizza. You wanted those inside of you, he wanted them inside of you. He had told you as such.

His mouth bit the inside of your inner thigh as he kept moving his middle finger inside of you, feeling your warmth around him. Your back arched as he bit, and a moan ripped away from your throat. Your hands now gripped the pillow under your head, right by the edges. He started pumping his finger, in and out of you, and you were in bliss as you moaned his name in order to ground yourself in the moment.

So many fantasies in your head, of him touching you, of him moving on you, of his fingers entering you and making you see galaxies. You could only guess Eddie would be good with his fingers just by the fact that he played guitar. And, he was probing that fact right now and with just a single finger.

He sucked on your skin as his eyes kept looking at how his finger glistened whenever it was pulled out of you. His hips kept rubbing against your mattress, the creaking of it ringing in his ears just by you moving your hips against his hand. He growled as he got his ring finger inside as well, and he finally curled his fingers inside of you. Your eyes widened, your head thrown back as you felt him inspect you, looking for something, rubbing and circling and wiggling and–

“OH–” Your hips jerked upwards at one particular movement. He quickly pressed his free hand on your hip, pushing you down to keep you in place, a smirk spreading on his lips.

“Found you.” Your body was combusting into itself as he kept abusing that part inside of you that no one ever bothered to find. No one ever bothered to look for it and you were feeling your body about to snap the more he rubbed his fingers against it. You were sure you were going to cum soon as you felt your belly start to turn, clench inside of you, and your walls fluttered around his fingers. There’s nothing that could make this better–

Except his tongue latching onto your clit as his fingers never stopped moving. You’ve never felt like this. Your hips were moving by themselves against him, needing more, and your moans were so loud that you were glad you had rented out a very thick walled apartment complex. You were probably heard anyways, but you honestly could care less right now.

He was sucking and biting on you and your body thrashed around as you kept your mouth open. Heavy breaths and moans escaping you without any restraint, not being able to feel anything else but the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. Then, the stars slowly started to appear as your walls clenched and unclenched in warning.

“Ed– Eddie– I’m gonna–”

“Yes, fuck yes, cum for me. I’ve been waiting for it, cum for me.” And that was all the green light you needed as you back arched off your bed, your head turning to the side as your eyes clenched tightly, holding the pillow in a death grip and making it cover your mouth to try to stifle your sounds a little bit more. You clenched all around him, your orgasm crashing on you like a trainwreck, your belly just contorting into itself as you felt him quicken his movements, riding your orgasm out.

You were gasping as your body remained tensed up, the loud squelching of his movements becoming louder thanks to how wet you became as you came and you came and you came because it felt never ending. You didn’t even notice his mouth was no longer on you, his upper body hovering over you as his right hand kept moving inside of you as he held himself up with the other one against the mattress, right next to your head.

He was looking at your contorted face. A face he’s seen multiple times on camera, on pictures you especially took for him. You started to unclench as your body slowly relaxed, twitched every other second thanks to the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was the best and biggest one you ever had. You felt him stop his movements, slowly, until then he pulled out, making you sigh.

Your eyes opened, blinking a few times to center yourself and then you turned your head to see him looking down at you. You realized he had stared at you during your climax and you felt a little embarrassed but you couldn’t even speak that you saw the fingers that were inside of you come into your vision, your breath heavy as you stared at all the juices that were on them. His eyes went towards them, the wetness moving down his palm, towards his wrist.

His tongue darted out to lick it away, from his wrist to his fingers before putting them into his mouth to taste you again. He moaned into them, closing his eyes, and your own were wide at how filthy everything was, yet so deliciously amazing. He got his fingers out of his lips with a pop and then he looked down at you once again after opening his eyes once more, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Delicious. You’re so fucking perfect… So perfect.” You whined at his praise, your hands reaching out, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he leaned back down, kissing you desperately. You tasted yourself in his mouth, on his tongue, and it was all a little intoxicating. But, even if your body twitched, trembled, you needed more. You were not satisfied. Your thighs closed on his hips as he pressed himself against you again.

You wanted him so much, so much that it was a little bit frightening to you. Now, it was your turn to become an animal. You used your strength to signal him you wanted to turn him. He followed your directions, letting himself fall and roll you two in a different position. You were now straddling him, chest against his as you kissed him desperately. He chased after you when you pulled away and sat back onto him. Your eyes were darkened, pupils fully dilated as your hips moved against his bulge and he hissed, his head rolling against your pillow.

“You like that, baby?” You asked sweetly, and he groaned, nodding desperately. You bit your lip as you grabbed onto the hem of your tanktop and you ripped it off your body in just one second. His eyes were now glued to the matching red bra you had on.

“Oh fuck… Please tell me you took a picture of yourself in this…” He asked, making you smirk and you had in fact taken one… or more. And maybe a video.

“If you behave, I’ll think about sending those to you.” He bit his bottom lips as his hips jerked upwards and you knew you were staining his jeans, but he didn’t care, nor did you. Not when you were about to take them off. You moved backwards, your eyes falling to his belt. Your hands undid it as quickly as they could. You were breathing rather heavily still, and if you had your tongue out, you bet you would be drooling with anticipation, knowing what was under these pants and boxers.

Once the button and zipper were undone as well, it was your turn to take the pants off, but you added his boxers in the mix, killing two birds with one stone. Your patience was wearing thin right now, and you couldn’t handle wasting any more time with him. He helped you rip the rest of his clothes off, throwing his pants and boxers off and you almost fell back from how desperate you were.

You heard the thud of his clothes on the floor and then your eyes finally saw it. Oh, pictures and videos did it no justice. Your mouth watered as your eyes looked at every detail, the veins, the tip, the length, the girth… the tattoo. The fucking tattoo on the underside of his cock. Fuck. You were sure you’re getting wetter again just by looking at him. You didn’t notice how Eddie’s eyes were looking at you as he held himself up on his elbows.

He saw the lust filled look in your eyes, and he could swear he saw your pupils turn into literal hearts as you sighed happily, your hands rubbing on his thighs as you slowly leaned down. His breathing hitched, a broken breath being taken in. Your eyes didn’t leave it for a single second. You were fascinated. You kept your ass up as your upper body lowered more and more. Your nails dragged across his belly when you finally reached the height you needed to have him right in front of your eyes.

Your tongue licked your lips to moisten them, getting them ready to finally taste what you’ve been craving for so long. You gave his tip a tentative kiss, making it twitch instantly. He wanted to throw his head back but he needed to watch you. He needed to engrave this to memory. He is sparing this time because it’s your first time with each other… but he will throw it on the table the next day.

He wants to record you just like this, and much more.

Your tongue lolled out now, your hand coming to grip it to keep it steady as you passed your tongue along the shaft, towards the tip. You heard Eddie groan loudly, wanting to jerk his hips upwards in you, but holding himself back from doing so, letting you have your own moment. Your lips finally closed on his tip, and his body shivered underneath you.

You closed your eyes as you moaned with delight, just sucking the tip of his length to then pop it out. You suddenly spat on it, so you could lube it up in order for your hand to help you in those places you couldn’t reach with your mouth.

“Fucking christ…” You heard him curse with a hiss and you wanted to laugh cockily at him, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. You finally guided him into your mouth, your movements slow, tongue swirling around him as you went. Maybe it was your imagination going a little wild, but somehow he tasted so good, and you blamed the tattoo for it, as if it were an exotic spice.

He gulped with a sigh, his elbows slowly starting to give up on him the more you moved your head. Your movements quickened, the noise of slurping being added into the mix and you could feel him falling onto the bed with a thud. His hands came to lay on the sheets, gripping onto them so he wouldn’t grab your head, not wanting to force you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and you finally heard him moan your name. Sigh it out.

That was one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. You had heard him before, but it was different in real life. It was his voice. In real time. No interference or internet filter to cover it or mess with his vocal chords. It prompted you to move quicker, play with your tongue against his frenulum, making him whimper and jerk his hips into your mouth, making him gasp when you gagged slightly.

“Shit– Are you okay–?” His head looked down, worry shining through the lust, only to find you smiling as you looked at his cock, before going back in. He chuckled in amazement and it was his go to grab your head with his right hand, just letting it sit there as you did your own pace and movements.

You liked it. You liked the roughness, you had told him you didn’t mind soft and sweet, but you preferred rough and desperate. He is surely giving you that tonight. Your mouth was quick on him, and you could taste some precum in your tongue as you did so. You moaned into it, sending vibrations that made him moan and shiver underneath you.

“Mmmh–” You popped him out of your mouth to then lick his entire length and he sighed your name until he felt the tip of your tongue running on him, and suddenly he chuckled in awe once more.

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking tracing my tattoo with your tongue?” You were in a trance as you kept doing it, giving a dumb little nod. “Shit, that’s so fucking hot–”

“Been wanting to do this for so long… Wanted to trace it–” His resolve broke that second, wondering how many times had you imagined this and dreamed of it. His fingers snaked in your hair, deep, and then he gripped your scalp, making you whimper. The pain was nothing, it only added to the pleasure and it made you tremble as he was on his elbow, looking down at you.

“Think you can be a good girl for me and take me all?” You nodded desperately, looking at him with those eyes he fell for. Puppy eyes. He guided you towards the tip and you opened your mouth instantly, letting him go back into your warmth. Your hands stayed on his thighs, and his free hand gripped the sheets tightly, guiding you further and further and then– he controlled your movements.

He made you bob your head on him, up and down, setting the rhythm himself and you didn’t mind him. You clenched around nothing when you started feeling him hit the back of your throat. You relaxed, knowing what was going to come next and then you breathed through your nose. Once he heard you take a deep intake of breath, he pushed you down, slowly, but roughly.

Your eyes teared up as you finally felt him down your throat. Your nose was deep into his hairs, something he trimmed but kept because you told him you liked it. You breathed through your nose as you focused on not gagging. You moaned into it knowing it would send vibrations to him, causing him to moan your name, feeling his hips move underneath you with need.

But you could hold on for so long, your body slightly jerking as your throat closed on him. The gag making Eddie pull you back up and get himself out of your mouth. He looked at your fucked out face as tears ran down your cheeks, and drool was slipping out the corner of your mouth. Seeing it live was making him feel a little dizzy, and your clouded eyes were not being any help.

You couldn’t wait anymore, your body climbing up on him as he let go of your hair, his hand falling to your hip as your dripping cunt rubbed against his length, right over the tattoo. He sighed, his eyes closing for a second as he enjoyed the friction, the warmth of you. Your hands went to your back, unhooking the bra open. At the sound, Eddie’s eyes found you, taking the straps down your arms, and your last piece of clothing was long gone.

“Oh, fuck sweetheart–”

“Eddie, can I? Please–” Your voice was desperate, whiny, and your hips kept moving back and forth on him, whimpering each time your clit rubbed against his shaft. His eyes were focused on your breasts, his fingertips digging into your skin, and then he nodded quickly, giving you the go.

You smiled, delighted. Your hips raised up enough for you to get your hand in between the two of you. Your hand grabbed onto his cock, guiding him to your entrance, which was so ready to receive him. You two had gotten tested, knowing what was going to transpire the moment you met, and you were so glad you were on birth control to regulate your cycle. This way, you can feel him completely. Raw. You started sinking down, your mouth falling open as his tip started to stretch you, then the rest and, fuck–

“Holy fuck, holy shit–” He was cursing as he looked between your bodies, seeing himself disappear inside of you as your face was still in a contorted state of pleasure. Your voice was gone as you kept sinking down, and you couldn’t wait how it felt to have him bottom out inside of you. You already felt full, and you barely went halfway down on him. It wasn’t even painful, thanks to his prep, to your orgasm, the one he caused.

Finally, you slammed down on him, a loud slap bursting in your ears at your skin hitting his. He choked on a moan at bottoming out inside of you while you trembled in ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your nails scratched on his chest for support. Your breathing was heavy, and Eddie could finally refocus on you once more. You were adjusting to him, your head moving back to look down at him, your mouth still letting out breaths that drove him insane.

He was about to talk, only for you to start moving, lifting yourself up to then slam back down, a moan finally escaping your lips as a groan left his. His hands were gripping your waist as if his life depended on it. He felt so good inside of you, just like you always knew he would feel like. He fit perfectly, and you certainly have no idea how you will survive when you don’t have him anymore with you.

Your hips kept moving, going up and down, your tempo rising, the slamming of your hips against his turning louder as he hit deeper. Your moans filled the room, the strain on your legs nonexistent as the pleasure overtook you. The air grew thick thanks to your breath and his, the purple hue making him look ethereal underneath you, his eyes half-lidded as he sighed out in each slam.

It was desperate, it was dirty, the squelching of your pussy against his pelvis, knowing your juices were making a mess out of it. You waited far too long for this and you were going to enjoy every single second of it. His hands moved to get a hold of your breasts as you bounced on him, as you rode the soul out of him.

“Look at you sweetheart– Fucking look at you…” You whined at his words, your eyes closed as he hit you in that sweet spot you adored, your nippled getting in between his fingers for him to pinch and roll. Whimpers and moans leaving your lips at each shock of pleasure, and each time you came down, your clit would brush against his pubes.

“Eds– You feel so good, so damn good–” He grinned at your praise, a thin sheer layer of sweat appearing all over his body as he played with you however he wanted. Suddenly you slammed your hips against him, changing your movements to go back and forth, a gasp leaving your throat and your nails digging into his chest.

“You feel good, baby?” He asked smugly, containing his moans in as he saw you lean back, his hands falling to your middle, while your hands gripped his knees. Your clit kept brushing against him as his cock inside you kept slapping your g-spot. Your movements were fast, hips just swaying like a dance and your mouth remained open in the entirety of it. You nodded dumbly, your head falling backwards as you stared at your ceiling, feeling your eyes burn in pleasure.

“Uh huh, uh huh–” You couldn’t even form words as your belly coiled, twisted on its own. His eyes fell closed, head thrown back into the pillow as you just used him to your liking. Your movements slowed and your head went back to looking at him, your hips changing rhythm as you swayed them in circles and you raised them just a little, moving back down slowly on him. A huff left him as he noticed the change, his eyes opening again to stare at your form.

You were possessed. You didn’t even recognize yourself, never once thinking you would act this way when meeting him. You knew you would be needy, but never this. Never this animalistic. The creaking of your bed was loud, now noticing it just as you noticed your legs growing tired, the trembling evident, but you didn’t want to stop this feeling. Eddie noticed of course, sitting up so he could embrace you, his mouth immediately latching onto your right nipple.

Your arms immediately enclosed around his frame, hands digging into his hair as he rolled your sensitive nipple between his teeth, to then tug at it. You gasped between your moans as he let go of it, and then you let a breath out when he laid back on the bed, pulling you with him, your chest now against him. He chuckled with a breath, planting his feet on the bed, raising his hips upwards.

“My turn, isn’t it?” And the world became non-existent when his hips started slamming up into you, the slapping of skin loud enough for the people living at the very corner of the street to hear, your moans loud enough for the moon to listen to.

His movements were rough, quick, his hands gripping your body to keep you in place and for him to have leverage. His breaths were quick, a curse and your name escaping him here and there, your headboard hitting your wall, and you were certain you would have a noise complaint in the early morning, but that was a problem for the two of you in the future.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” You whined as his balls also slapped against you, and you knew tears were falling from your eyes as he kept thrusting, rutting into you. He grunted into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, which only made you whimper against him. Suddenly he slammed his hips into you, slow and deep, to then repeat the action, and then again.

He growled in each one, and then his hips stopped moving, still inside you, hips attached. You were both panting messes, drool dripping from your mouth from keeping it open all this while, falling onto the pillow and right beside his head. He lowered his hips, making you follow immediately, hitting the mattress once again.

“You alright, darling?” He asked breathlessly and you smiled, nodding against him, which only elicited a smug grin on his lips. “Good, because I’m nowhere done with you.”

Your world was flipped, him having turned you both, his body on top of you once again, and his lips crashed into yours. Immediate tongues and teeth clashing, your moans into his throat and his in yours. He groaned as he slowly started moving his hips into yours once again, the fire having never left you, nor did for him. His mouth was still in your ear as he kept talking to you, softly, in a rough whisper–

“You want to know what I had to do before getting off the plane?” His words were barely processing in your head, but you still understood him as his ministrations inside of you never stopped. You shook your head, but he was not having it. “Talk.”

“W-What?” You asked and he tutted, relishing in having turned you into a cockdrunk mess.

“What…?”

“What– Fuck, what did you do?” He hummed in approval, his breath hot in your ear, and if you thought this man couldn’t turn you on more than he was already, even when fucking you senseless, you were wrong.

“I had to jack off in the plane’s bathroom before landing.” You gasped as his hips rutted deep inside you, grunting into your ear before he continued. “I wouldn’t have lasted if I didn’t.”

You felt your belly burning, a moan escaping your lips with his name etched in it like a prayer. He chuckled through a huff, his movements still slow and meditated, his lips finding your neck once more, sucking on your skin to leave his mark. He was sure to mark you all up before he left, from head to toe, for everyone in your state to know you belonged to someone, that you belonged to him.

He will trace and retrace, leave your skin in red and purple markings. First mark? A necklace for your neck. So he continued moving, sucking onto your skin and biting onto it as he went from one side to another as you became a mess under him. Your nails were scratching the back of his neck, his back, reciprocating the marking in your own way. He could feel it, and he was going to proudly show it off before they fade away, going to make sure to prepare a gig so he could rip his shirt off in front of everyone so they could see.

His lips left your skin, his hands planting on the mattress on each side of your head to push himself up to admire his work. Your eyes were half lidded, completely blown out as your breaths left your pretty lips. A perfect necklace of hickies around your neck that looked way too good on you, a grin appearing on his lips.

“Perfect… Fucking perfect.” With those words, your arms fell to the sides as he slowly kneeled up, his hands running all over your body, creating goosebumps on your skin despite how hot you felt. He then gripped your waist, tightly, and you saw how his smile fell, his chest moving up and down in heavy breaths and then–

He started railing into you like a madman. More creaks. More slapping of skin. More squelching. More cries of pleasure leaving you as he abused your insides in the most delicious and addicting of ways. Your hands coming to grip the pillow underneath your head once again, your legs spread as you saw them bounce back and forth as he moaned over you.

“Uh– Ed– Eds!” He loved to hear his name coming out of your mouth like this. He can’t wait to record you, stash this in his secured folder in his phone for his use when he returns to Hawkins. His fringe was surely sticking to his forehead from the force of his movements, but he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t going to stop, not when you were a blabbering fucking mess.

You saw his contorted face, the pleasure just written all over it, the desperation. Your whole entire self was putty, letting him use you, letting him take whatever he wanted from you and you were enjoying it. You were loving it. You were loving him. You gasped when you started feeling that pressure in your belly grow, the climax building inside of you and Eddie could feel it the second your walls fluttered around him.

“Where is it?” He breathlessly asked and you didn’t even know if he said something until his movements stopped and a hand grabbed your cheeks, puckering your lips to catch your attention. His face was suddenly inches from yours. “I asked, where is it, darling.”

“Wha–?” You were so confused, your hips swaying so he would keep moving but his hips were grounded against you as he shook his head at you, his grip tightening around your face.

“Where’s the vibrator?” That little pink thing he saw you use millions of times, and you were trying to process his words in your head, your hand moving shakily towards your night table. He let go of your face so he could reach over, almost ripping the drawer open and he instantly saw it. He grabbed it, your eyes following his movements as they slowly widened, knowing what he was going to do. He smirked your way, licking his bottom lip as his finger pressed on the ‘on’ button, the little but powerful bullet vibrator coming to life.

“Eddie…” You called to him as he kneeled up, sitting back on his calves, his left hand still gripping your waist tightly as his right one held your vibrator, his eyes stuck on it.

“Intense little fucker, no wonder it’s your favorite to use, baby.” He gave it a kiss, sending a tremble all over your body, “Arch your back.”

You followed his instructions, and even if tired, you planted your feet on the bed, arching your back upwards. His hips started moving again, your hands gripping the pillow tightly once more as you whined, your mouth closed this time. The headboard started to slowly bang against the wall once more the more he picked up speed and your mind was gone.

It felt even deeper than before, more intense, and the position was making your spongy spot be hit perfectly in each thrust. He huffed in each one, trying to control his breathing as you moaned loud ‘ah ah ah’s’, and then, a cry was ripped from you when the vibrator was placed on your clit, your eyes widening at the sensation.

“You’re such a dream, so perfect for me, made for me–” He grunted as your body trembled underneath him, your orgasm now building at a quick and desperate pace. You would be surprised if you weren’t screaming his name.

“So good! Fuck– It’s so fucking good! Keep– Keep going, pleasepleaseplease–” You were begging, as if he were to even think of stopping. He felt you fluttering and clenching all around him, making him growl and grunt, your name slipping from his lips. He could feel his own climax reaching close now, but he was going to feel you one more time. He rolled the vibrator around your clit, flicking it against you as the hand on your waist helped you keep yourself arched against him.

“Yeah baby, scream my fucking name, come on–” He was touching heaven right now, the more you talked, the more you cried out, the more you clenched around him. Drool out of your mouth, tears out of your eyes, that fucking necklace he put around your neck. It will go so well with his pick necklace.

“Eddie– Eddie– Eddie, please!” You kept begging and begging the more you felt yourself tipping over the edge. The creaking of your bed and the banging of the headboard falling to deaf ears, only your moans and his, the vibrator and the slapping of skin the only sounds heard between these four walls.

“I know, baby, I know. Let go, come on, you can do it for me– Be a good girl, come on–” The praise was what sent you off, your face turning just like it did last time to muffle your moan, your cry, your yelp, as your body arched into him, your walls clenching around his cock, tighter than they did the first time. It prompted him to stop his movements, a loud grunt being heard from him as you saw stars behind your eyelids.

He could only rut his hips into you to help you ride your orgasm, keeping the vibrator to your clit, making your body convulse in ecstasy. He could feel his own body tensing up, the tightness making it impossible for him to hold himself back. He felt you slowly unclench around him, your body twitching against him. Once he knew he could move again, your insides now so smooth to glide into, his need for release made him go feral.

Your vibrator was thrown to the side, and he was panting as he leaned over you, letting your back touch the mattress once again. His hands gripped the top of your headboard as your body was folded, your hips now lifting from your mattress one more time, your body already sore, but he had to cum. He needed to cum. You needed to feel him inside of you, because you would let him mark you inside and out.

His hips slammed against you, jerking you upwards, a yelp coming out of your lips from overstimulation. He grunted in each thrust, your breath knocked out of your lungs as he did it slowly, yet rough. Slam. Slam. Slam.

“I’m– I’m gonna cum– I’m going to fill you up so good, jesus fucking christ–” And all it took was one last slam before he let himself sit inside of you, his eyes clenching tightly as he came, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him and then–

CRACK.

His hands slid from the headboard as you both suddenly dropped, a gasp escaping you. A choked breath left your lips the moment you two bounced, his body almost falling over you if it weren’t for his elbows that planted on each side of your head, your hips falling back down. Your heart was beating out of your throat, your lungs compressed from the scare and adrenaline.

What had just happened? You shivered when Eddie shuddered, a last spurt being shot inside of you. You were both panting, his face coming to meet yours after he looked around at what had happened.

“Sweetheart, did– did we just break your bed?” And you realised your mattress was now on top of broken boards, hinges, and your headboard was a little wobbly, holding onto the side rails that enclosed your mattress. You blinked a few times as your arms held onto Eddie, and then–

You laughed through your exhaustion, through the adrenaline, through the remainder of your climaxes, and he followed right behind you. Breathless laughs, gulping from the sudden realization of how dry your throats were, but the giggles never stopped. Your mind was now clearer thanks to the scare, thanks to how incredible it was that you two had managed to break your slats, despite the seller telling you they were very strong and sturdy.

“We… We did…” You replied through heavy breaths, huffs of laughter escaping you through them and he chuckled on top of you, his bun now a mess, to the point it was almost coming off.

“I’ll get you a new one… holy fuck…” You shook your head with a smile as you held his face, guiding him into a soft kiss this time, your heart bursting with giddiness.

“No, it’s okay…” He smiled down at you, all teeth, and pecked your lips once again, his breath hitting your face, strong exhales coming from his nose. He pulled away, and his eyes were just wide with amusement as you smiled up at him.

“Oof.” He sighed to then smile down at you. “Well, that was the biggest workout I had in a while.” You giggled, giving him a nod in understanding, your chest still heaving as you caught your breath.

“I can agree with you on that one…” You reached up to put a strand of hair behind his ear, a content smile on your face, not being able to hide your happiness despite your body aching all over. He huffed one more time, kissing the tip of your nose before he started to slowly pull out of you. You both groaned at the feeling, realizing how sensitive the two of you were. He sighed one more time, his eyes falling onto your center. They widened as he pulled himself up, almost falling over from how wobbly his legs were, making you laugh in confusion as you pulled yourself up with a whimper, but he stopped you.

“Stay there! Do not move.” He stepped over the side rails, once again, almost falling over. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jacket, and you could see his tongue poking out of his lips as he came back to you, his camera pointing directly at your pussy. Your eyes were wide with embarrassment, wanting to close your legs on him. “Nuh uh, no.”

“What are you doing!?”

“I am not missing the opportunity to take a picture out of this!” He smiled with victory as he snapped the photo and then looked at it. “Best Valentine's ever!”

He then showed it to you and you gasped as you saw his cum dripping out of you, and you immediately sat up properly, to then get up to clench your legs together, making him laugh.

“Not funny! It’s running down!”

The following events were funny, domestic even. You two went to the bathroom as Eddie apologized, lying of course, while you sat on the toilet waiting for every single drop of him to fall down into it. You both then washed yourselves with a wet washcloth each because you were too tired to take a shower. A slap being given at Eddie for the hickies, the extremely unhideable hickies, he left on your neck. A brush of teeth and deciding to just go to bed naked, Eddie’s suggestion with a wiggle of eyebrows.

“Easier access for when we wake up tomorrow.” You had smacked him on top of the head and while you got some water bottles from the kitchen, he had pulled the broken slats from underneath the mattress.

After finally hydrating yourselves again, and maybe eating another slice of pizza, even though you brushed your teeth minutes ago, you were finally laying on his chest as a new comforter covered both of you because the other one had to be desperately washed now… maybe even burned.

You sighed in contentment as you traced figures on his chest, your heart beating rapidly as he kept his arm around you, the other one on the back of his head, smiling at your ceiling. The purple hue in your room thanks to the led lights making it a calm atmosphere for the two of you now, instead of horny animals.

Your mouth opened and closed as you debated your next words. Should you? Would he run off? Would he get scared? Was it too soon? Maybe it was, but you needed to get the words out of your system before you exploded with them. The actions that had just transpired made your feelings just burst and grow tenfold than what they already were.

But he deserved it. He deserved every single word.

“Eds…”

“Mmm?” He was still smiling, his breathing now calm, relaxed, and your eyes clenched as you pressed your head even more into his chest.

“I love you.”

Silence. His body tensed all over, you could feel it underneath your palm, your body that was draped against his side. You fucked up. You did, didn’t you? You ruined it. You ruined his visit, the moment, the relationship, by simply moving too fast.

Yet, both his arms came to squish you close to him, eliciting an ‘oof’ from your part as he knocked the breath out of your lungs. He was hugging you, tightly, rocking the both of you with happiness, almost giggling with it.

“You fucking beat me to it! I was supposed to say it first! I was mustering the courage just now.” He replied and your eyes widened for a second as you processed his words, a smile bursting in your lips as you held him close, feeling the need to cry out of joy, sadness, and with hope.

“Then say it back, you idiot.” You claimed and he chuckled, moving so he could be facing you, both of you on your sides now. His hand came to trace your cheek softly, adoringly, as if he was etching your features into memory.

“I love you, my goddess.” There was a blush on his cheeks as he said it, and you knew he meant every word. You felt heat rush to your own cheeks, still smiling at him with devotion. He licked his lips nervously as he stuttered his next words. “Y-You know… Virginia doesn’t… look that bad.”

You were taken aback by his words and– Was he saying…

“Are you… implying you want to move… here?” You asked, your eyes wide, and now you realize Eddie had been having the same fears as you were. Moving too fast. In the eyes of strangers it might be, but after having him here with you… it didn’t feel fast at all.

“I mean– It’s a little too soon, and I need to… check finances and… get a new job and all… but, well– Gotta start thinking about it, you know.” He was looking down, trying to avoid your gaze. You really wanted to cry now. You never expected that playing a game would end in this situation. You smiled warmingly as your hand rested on his cheek, making him look at you once again.

“Mmm… I think that Charleston in West Virginia sounds… good.” He frowned and you knew he was confused. You remembered how Eddie told you he failed senior year twice, so maybe you had to be more specific. “It’s right in between Indiana and Virginia…”

His face softened, a warm smile appearing and his left hand rubbing your waist lovingly. You were making sure you both had equal distance between your family and friends. A distance where you probably didn’t need a plane ticket to visit. He gave you a nod, pulling you closer for his nose to touch yours.

“Then we better start planning, sweetheart.”

And that you did plan.

end

a/n: i just think that long distance eddie would be as feral as a rabid dog when meeting his partner for the first time ever. pls reblog, don't just like

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whorelaud · 7 months ago

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꒦꒷ ﹏ please you ¡

pairing perv!rafe x stepmom!reader

summary rafe feels the need to please you after he discovers his father wasn't sexually satisfying you, taking it for granted to fulfill his own filthy desires.

contains smut, stepcest, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, degrading, rafe is 1-2yrs younger than you, ward (he needs his own warning) wc; 1.3k

a/n this is so dirty bahhh my apologies if its bad i dont usually write stuff like this

Had you known Rafe visiting would result in you bent over his desk as he thrusted his hips into your soaking cunt; you would not have felt guilty, because fuck, did his throbbing cock feel amazing inside you.

You couldn't resist him, driven over the edge every time his gaze would land on you, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, and the way his hold would linger around your hip when he's passing by, his lips ghosting over your ear causing shivers to run down your spine, clearly marking his territory, and letting you know he wanted you, just as bad as you did.

Guilt couldn't capture the extent of how you felt, overwhelming you whole every time you touched yourself to the thought of him, with your own husband next to you, whom you clearly had no feelings for, your marriage a mere contract you agreed on for the money offered.

It was still wrong, though, with tension seeping through every time he's in your presence. Whether it was him walking around with merely his shorts on, or the way his shirt would cling to his chest after a hefty work out session. The smell of sweat mixed with his musky cologne would fill your nostrils, intoxicating your senses and fuzzing your brain all over. You did everything in your power not to be affected by the subtle touches, and his foot as it crept up your leg from beneath the table, the gesture casual, yet deliberate.

You could only tolerate so much, giving in when he swept past you, the tint in his pants gliding over your ass, hinting nothing but the lust and despair he felt for you. That was the only sign you needed, colliding your lips with his in an eager kiss that spoke for your forbidden desires.

Now, here you were, a few doors down from Ward's room, getting fucked senseless by his own son.

Rafe bucked his hips inside you, his thrusts growing sloppy with how wet you were around him, your skin colliding with his covering over your desperate moans.

"Look at you, such a fucking slut, so desperate for my cock." He whispered, bending down until his lips ghosted over your ear, still keeping up with the rhythm of his hips, as he stuffed your soaking cunt with his cock. "Is my dad not pleasing you, huh? Is that why you're so fucking wet for me? Offering yourself to me like a fucking whore?"

His words were like music to your ears, muffled whines and whimpers scooping out of your parted lips when his arm slid around your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers, desperately seeking the pleasure he fucked out of you.

"Rafeee," you moaned, throwing your head back when he pressed you close to his broad chest, the fraction sending you spiraling as your back arched against him, chasing after the overwhelming pleasure, wanting nothing but for him to thrust deeper into you.

While you did feel culpable for cheating, Ward never made an effort to please you, leaving you hanging once he finished his business. But Rafe, on the other hand, the boy did everything in his power to make you feel good, aiming for your weak spot and making you crumble from beneath him.

"There you go, keep fucking moaning my name," He panted in your ear, squeezing the flesh plump of your ass, spreading it with his large digits to get a better view of your pussy, now drenched with your juices, mixed with Rafe’s precum. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, huh? You know how long I've been waiting for this? All the times I held myself back from bending you over the counter n' fuckin' you right there in there."

Your eyes forced shut at the confession, overstimulated by how good his cock felt inside you, pulsing in and out of your dripping cunt. Rafe hissed when you clenched around him, chasing after the fraction, slightly taken aback by the action, as you let him do most of the work till now.

"Fuck, ‘that feel good?" he grunted into your ear, pulling you off the desk, until your flesh was directly flushed against his hot, sweat soaked torso. One of his hands trailed down to your heat, flicking your clit with his fingers, the patterns he rubbed to your nub making you grow sensitive under his touch, instantly crumbling in his hold. "God, you're such a fucking mess, does your husband know how pathetic you are, desperate for my cock inside you?"

"Rafe," you inaudibly gasp, fingers clutching to the arm wrapping low around your waist, merely to hold you in place. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

“What is it, baby?” He hushed out, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, nibbling on the skin to get a reaction out of you. “Tell me what you want, ‘wanna make you feel good.”

Rafe’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his fingers in your mouth. A ragged breath escaped his throat, welcoming the sensation of your hot spit coating his digits, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoyed the warmth of your tongue swirling over his fingers.

“I'm so fuckin’ close.” You barely muffled out, nails digging into his arm. “Fuck I’m about to come.”

Your climax built up, indicating that you were close with everytime Rafe’s hips rolled inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Come around my cock, baby.” He ordered, sinful words pushing down the guilt filling up your chest. “Wanna fuck you ‘til you’re no longer able to speak.”

You came undone as Rafe bucked his hips into you, trembling underneath him while he continued pumping his cock in and out of you, walking you through your pleasure, and his growing climax.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned when your ass pressed against the low of his stomach, leaning over the desk, and silently offering your doused cunt to him. You looked over your shoulder, mouth parting in a desperate moan as you muttered your next words.

“Finish inside me,” you mumbled, making the latter slightly halt at your command. “Please.”

“You sure?” He shot back, your begging causing his cock to pulse inside you, insanely turned on by the thought of coming inside you, and creating a hell of a mess out of your hole, with his cum dripping from your entrance.

“Mhm,” you hummed, slightly embarrassed as you continued. “Do it, please.”

Truth be told, you preferred using a condom, not liking how Ward felt inside you, insisting he utilizes one every time you had sex. Therefore, your confession was slightly insane, though it wasn't a lie; you wanted Rafe to fuck you raw, fill up your insides with his cum.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Rafe’s lips tugged into a smug smirk, amused by how flustered you grew. “You want me to finish inside you? ‘Want me to fill your pretty pussy with my cum, hmm?”

For someone younger than you (a year or two), Rafe sure knew what to say, talking you through it, his words making you even more turned on, though you just finished.

His thrusts grew rough and sloppy, as he fucked you through his orgasm, fastening his pace while his mouth gaped with pleasure, approaching his high with each time he bucked his hips into you.

Rafe rolled his hips into your cunt, hitting your cervix with his cock as he released inside you, painting your walls white with his cum. His head fell back, letting the warmness of his sperm fill up your hole, making your brain fuzz all over.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Rafe started, letting himself recover from the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. “I love your pussy, baby, don’t think this will be the last time we’ll be doing this.”

And how could you resist Rafe Cameron, even though this was wrong, forbidden to the outside?

It could be your dirty little secret, your only escape from reality, and the hell you just created out of your future.

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voxyldy · 2 years ago

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keeryhours · 8 months ago

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i like the way you kiss me - rafe cameron

Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader

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Summary:

i like the way you kiss me

i can tell you miss me

i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

not tryna be romantic,

i’ll hit it from the back

just so you don’t get attached

Rafe stops over for a surprise visit with his daughter. She may not be home, but that doesn’t mean he has to leave, does it?

Warnings:

Smut (18+ only!), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, slight breeding kink

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N:

Yay, my first Rafe fic! And y’all I haven’t written smut in years so I hope this isn’t awful. I would love to turn this into a sort-of series of interconnected baby daddy! Rafe and baby mama! reader one shots if you guys would be interested in that!

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“Maaaamaaaaa!”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you were woken up by the baby monitor. Iris never woke up angry and crying, you were greeted every morning to the sounds of her babbling to herself and calling for you.

It may have been earlier than you’d like, but it certainly wasn’t a bad way to wake up.

You climbed out of bed, wiping your eyes before standing and walking down the hall towards the nursery. There was a chorus of “Mamamamama” as you headed towards your 1 year old daughter, who greeted you standing in her crib with the biggest smile. Her sleep sack was tucked beneath her feet - you’re not sure how she even manages to stand in it.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you greeted her, earning a giggle from the baby. She never failed to brighten up your mood, just by existing. You always heard a parent’s love for their child is intense, but you didn’t quite believe it until you had her and experienced it yourself.

She also happens to be the cutest baby to ever exist. With her head full of brown hair and blue eyes, she is certainly her father’s daughter. She’s tall for her age, too. You thought it was a little bit bullshit that you carried her for 9 months and did all the hard work just for her to come out her dad’s twin, but how could you really complain when she was so beautiful?

Iris lifted her arms for you to pick her up, and you couldn’t help but give her a snuggle before you moved to the changing table. You got her changed out of her pajamas and into a clean diaper, dressing her for the day in a light green dress with bunnies embroidered on the chest, a long sleeve white shirt underneath.

Iris had an extensive wardrobe. Shopping for clothes and putting together outfits was one of your favorite parts of being a girl mom, so you were certainly guilty of overspending on her, but the truth was that most of her closet came from Rafe. In fact, most of her stuff in general was from Rafe.

You never asked him to do any of that, but he was always showing up unannounced with shopping bags full of baby clothes, toys, anything he saw and thought she would like. Random packages would show up throughout the week, stuff he found online and sent directly to your house. He spoiled her badly, but it made them both happy, so you didn’t complain. You wanted her to have the world, anything she wanted, and you couldn’t quite provide that, but Rafe could.

“Good morning, my favorite tiny person!” Your twin brother, JJ, greeted his niece as he walked into the pink bedroom. She giggled the second she saw him, and he scooped her into his arms, twirling her around and making her laugh harder.

“JayJay!” she exclaimed, her tiny hands reaching for his messy blonde hair immediately.

“And I also exist…” you mumbled as you threw the dirty diaper away in the pail, but you couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

JJ acknowledged you with an eye roll before turning right back to Iris. “Are you ready for a day out with Uncle JJ?”

Iris grinned wildly at her uncle, one of her favorite people in the world. She didn’t exactly know what that meant, but if it involved JJ, she was certainly happy to be there.

You made pancakes for breakfast, which both JJ and Iris absolutely devoured. Iris was covered in a mess of syrup when she was finished, but thanks to a combination of her bib and baby smock thing, she didn’t get a drop on her outfit. You cleaned up her face and hands, Iris fighting you the entire time.

“You have everything she needs?” You asked nervously as JJ packed up the diaper bag, Iris dancing in front of the TV to the Bluey theme song.

“I got diapers, wipes, a sippy cup, a change of clothes…I think I’m set, sis,” he said, giving a look that says calm down, I’ve got this.

It was hard for you to not be nervous letting your daughter go off without you. She was still rarely out of your sight, besides Rafe’s weekends. You were too nervous to send her to daycare, at least not yet, and Rafe agreed, so he helped pay the bills in the house you shared with JJ while you stayed home with her, which gave you the chance to work on college courses online.

“You packed snacks in case she gets hungry?” You asked, fiddling with the string of your pajama shorts. You hadn’t even had the chance to get changed into real clothes yet, since you’d been following Iris around all morning and making sure she was set to go.

“Yes,” JJ answered, sounding frustrated. “I’ve got this. We won’t even be gone long, she’s going to be fine.”

You probably would have come up with another question, but you were all interrupted by the front door opening as someone let themselves into the house like they owned the place. You and JJ looked towards the direction of the hallway as the sound of footsteps trailed down it, even though you definitely already knew who it was.

“Dada!” Iris practically squealed, and she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her towards the tall frame of her father, who was grinning like crazy and setting down a bag.

“There’s my girl,” he said, crouching down with his arms open wide to catch her. She tripped over her own feet at the last second, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, standing to his full height again. Iris wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“She was just about to head out for a date with Uncle JJ,” you said, smiling at your daughter’s laughing face.

Rafe looked away from her to give you a questioning look. “Why is JJ taking her?” he asked like your brother wasn’t even in the room. JJ rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother to say anything.

“He wanted to spend time with her,” you answered. “And I have a big exam to take so I needed a couple hours alone.”

Rafe looked at you like he was confused, concerned. He was protective of his girl. “If you needed someone to watch her, you should have called me.”

“I know you’d watch her any time,” you said, not wanting to argue with him today. “But JJ really has been wanting to take her to the park, so I told him he could.”

Rafe’s eyes finally went to JJ, and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but didn’t push it. He sat Iris back down as JJ zipped up the diaper bag and slung it over his shoulder, picking up the car keys.

“Alright, little lady, ready to go?” JJ asked, a smile on his face as Iris danced around.

“Go! Go!” She chanted, jumping up and down. JJ picked her up, sitting her on his hip.

“Alright. We’re gone,” he said, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. “See you guys later.”

“Have fun!” you called after them. “Be safe!”

JJ acknowledged you with a “Yep!” and then the front door was closing, leaving you alone with Rafe.

You looked at him. He didn’t look like he was in a rush to leave.

“What did you bring?” you asked, gesturing to the bag he had sat by his feet.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he shrugged. “Just some clothes.”

You laughed lightly to yourself - the little girl already had so many clothes, you weren’t sure if she’d be able to wear them all before she grew out of them.

You took the bag from him, sitting it down on the couch to go through later. You always liked to wash her clothes before letting her wear them, because who knows what kind of germs they’ve picked up in the store.

Rafe trailed behind you as you walked back into the kitchen, picking up the dishes from breakfast and washing them in the sink. He stood next to you without a word and helped by drying them after you washed.

When you were done, you turned around, leaning against the counter. Rafe picked up the stack of dishes and put them away in the cabinet they go in, before walking over to stand right in front of you. He reached up, pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

“You look pretty,” he murmured, his eyes taking in your frame.

You laughed softly. “I haven’t even changed out of my pajamas. I just rolled out of bed.”

A smile played at Rafe’s lips, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. “So? You’re always pretty.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the way your heart beat harder in your chest, your cheeks beginning to heat. “Didn’t you have a date last night, Rafe?”

That made him chuckle. “You knew about that, huh?”

You felt embarrassed, then. You weren’t supposed to know that. The only reason you did was because Sarah had told you. You weren’t supposed to care.

“It was nothing,” he continued. “We didn’t really click. She was…boring.”

You felt guilty for the satisfaction that brought you. Rafe hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since you had gotten pregnant, and you liked it that way. You and Rafe weren’t good for each other, you broke up long ago and it should stay that way. But you can’t help how jealous you feel any time the topic of Rafe and another girl comes up, and Rafe always seems to catch an attitude with you for days every time you mention seeing a guy.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” you lied, highly aware of how close he was standing to you now.

His thumb rubbed over your cheek before he moved it to your lips, tracing over them, pulling down slightly on your bottom lip.

“Missed you…” he muttered, his voice low. You felt the vibrations of it through your own body.

Despite your best judgment, your mind went hazy around him. You could feel his breath against your cheek. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered back, like a fool.

He smirked at that, and then before you knew what was happening, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours. They molded together perfectly, as they always did. Rafe’s lips were soft against yours as he kissed you gently at first, almost as if he was testing the waters.

The kiss became more hungry before long, and then he was pressing his body closer to yours, one hand staying on your cheek while the other moved down to rest on your hip. He had his body pressed against yours, practically devouring you with his kiss, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip.

You let him in. Of course you did, you always do.

His tongue pressed into your mouth like it belongs to him. There’s never been anything shy about Rafe. You heard yourself moan into the kiss before you even realized it was you that made the noise, and you felt Rafe’s lips turn up into a grin as he kissed you.

His big hands trailed down your body until he bent down and they reached the backs of your thighs, then he was lifting you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist, giggling against his lips. He laughed too, and he began walking through the house and back towards your bedroom.

He dropped you on the bed and you looked up at him, already breathless. He wasted no time before he was crawling over you, his right hand leaning on the bed and his left sliding beneath the hem of your tank top. It slid up until he was cupping your bare breast, grabbing it and gently pinching at your nipple, drawing a moan from your lips.

He placed kisses all over your neck, gently biting every now and then, as his hand kept up its movements. “You always had the perfect fucking tits,” he groaned against your skin.

He sat up, his other hand joining in on your other breast. He yanked your tank top up to palm at your tits more, giving himself full view of them, thoroughly enjoying himself. Eventually he pulled the thin material over your head entirely, tossing it onto the floor carelessly.

Then he leaned forward again, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips traced along your pussy over your panties, feeling how wet the material was already. That made him groan against your tits, sending a shock of vibrations through your sensitive nipple.

“Feels like you’ve been wanting this,” he said, satisfied with the effect he still has on you.

You didn’t even bother denying that. You wanted him desperately. His every touch was like electricity, and all you wanted was to feel him inside you again.

His hand moved up to slip beneath your panties, and you gasped when you felt his fingertips teasing over your slick folds. He moved up to press his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately as he pressed a finger against your entrance.

“Rafe…” you breathed out against his lips, and he groaned at the sound of his name on your tongue. He never got tired of it.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, placing kisses around your mouth, over your cheek.

“Yes,” you promised him. You would have promised him anything in that moment, you think.

He pushed one long finger into you then, and you whined, back arching slightly. His eyes darted down to your chest at the movement, and you would have laughed at his obsession with your tits if you weren’t distracted by the feeling of his finger knuckle deep inside you.

He curled it up, pressing right up against that bundle of nerves deep inside you. You’re losing your mind from one finger - it really had been too long.

He added in another finger, stretching you further, and you felt the cold from his ring as he pushed both fingers in all the way. It sent shivers through your body. You were desperate for him to move, to just fuck you already, but he always liked to take his time with you.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly began to pull his fingers out before pushing them back in. The pace was agonizingly slow, but he was also pushing against that perfect spot every time he thrusted his fingers all the way back inside.

“More, please,” you begged him, your eyes fluttering closed and body writhing beneath him with desperation. You began to push your hips down against his hand, begging him to move faster.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, and you could hear the grin in his voice without having to open your eyes. “Fucking yourself on my fingers. You were always such a needy little slut.”

You felt yourself blushing at his dirty words, but they also only turned you on more, and you started moving your hips along the length of his fingers even faster. He groaned at the sight of you, and he began thrusting his fingers into you at a powerful pace, wanting to reward you for being good for him.

His palm pressed against your clit, rubbing against it perfectly as he kept hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You felt that familiar feeling building deep in your belly, and your thighs began trembling. Rafe noticed, picking up his movements.

“Feel good, baby? Gonna cum on my fingers?” he teased, watching your face with full interest.

“Yes,” you whined, feeling like your vision was going blurry. You felt it through every part of your body, and your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, which he couldn’t get enough of.

Your orgasm crashed through you without warning and you cried out, body arching and hips rocking against his hand even harder. Rafe worked you through it, praising you, watching you come undone on nothing but his fingers.

“Good little whore,” he praised, watching you hungrily. “You want my cock now?”

“Yes!” you answered quickly, practically yelling it. “Yes, please, Rafe.”

Satisfied with your answer, he removed his fingers from your pussy, making you whine at the empty feeling, despite the incredible orgasm you just came down from. Your eyes popped open and you made eye contact as he put his slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan.

He moved to his knees between your legs, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it away. You took in the sight of his muscular chest, toned abs, thick biceps. You felt like you were drooling over him. Your attention didn’t escape his notice, and he laughed.

His big hands slid over your smooth tanned legs, from your calves to your thighs. He squeezed them, and then he was moving even further up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulling them down together.

When you were completely bare before him, he drank in your naked body, eyes raking over you with obvious hunger. You could see the prominent bulge in his khaki colored shorts, and you wanted so badly to reach out and touch it.

His hands moved to his belt, and he made quick work of his pants, undoing them and pushing them down his legs. He was left in his boxers, and you did reach forward then, trailing your fingers lightly over his clothed cock.

He groaned at your touch, his hips involuntarily bucking forward. He didn’t say it, but you suspected it had been a while for him, too, and the thought of that pleased you. He gripped your wrist roughly, stopping your movements but looking like he really hadn’t wanted to.

“I don’t have long today,” he said, his breathing heavy now. “Made plans. We have to be quick.”

He pushed his boxers down his thighs, revealing his cock, already painfully hard and aching, pre cum smeared at his tip. You took in the sight of it like you were starving. He was so big, it had intimidated you the first time you slept together. Hell, it intimidated you now. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but that’s not what he had in mind today.

He crawled back over you, leaning on his arms on either side of your shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, then moved to placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, over your chest. It was nice, and you sighed at the feeling.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” he questioned as you felt his thick length pressing up against your core. You shivered at the feeling.

“Yes,” you answered. As cute as Iris was, you both could agree that you didn’t need another accidental pregnancy when you weren’t even together.

“Good,” he replied, and then he was reaching down between your bodies, lining his tip up with your entrance.

When he finally pushed inside you, you gasped at the stretch, gripping onto his biceps for leverage, which he loved. He pushed into you slowly, knowing it had been a while since you’d been together and not wanting to hurt you. When he bottomed out, he stilled, but his body was shaking like all he wanted to do was fuck into you senselessly.

You let out a shaky exhale, and he kissed you again.

“You feel so perfect, like you’re made for me,” he breathed against your lips, and you moaned at his words.

“You can move,” you told him. “I can take it.”

He groaned at that, and then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside of you, and you found yourself hating the empty feeling he left behind. Then he pushed back in slowly yet powerfully with a roll of his hips, and you felt full again.

He set a gentle pace at first, rocking into you deeply but softly. He kissed you as he moved, distracting you from any potential pain, wanting to keep your focus on him and how good he makes you feel. Because no one does it like him.

“More,” you pleaded when there was no trace of pain left, and all you wanted him to do was fuck you properly. “Harder, please, Rafe.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He picked up the pace, rutting into your tight heat faster. He buried his face in your neck, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him.

Whimpers and moans fell from your own lips uncontrollably as he fucked you hard, his cock diving even deeper into you than you remembered and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his back, leaving deep red scratches that made him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. He loved it when you marked him up.

His sat up more on his knees and his hands grasped the bottoms of your thighs, pushing them up until they were pressed against your chest, making it harder to breathe but also letting him fuck you at a new angle that was impossibly deep and overwhelming.

You let out a strangled moan at the new feeling, and Rafe grunted harshly with every brutal thrust into your pussy.

“Love this fucking cunt,” he grunted out through gritted teeth, a slight sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. “Always think about it. Always come back to it. Can’t fucking get enough of it.”

He moved one hand back to your clit, rubbing circles over it as he fucked you deep. You gasped, moaning loudly as he built up another orgasm in your body, that familiar heat spreading all over you.

“Rafe…’m so close…” you whined out, which only made him move even harder.

“Cum for me again, baby. All over my cock this time. You can do it, baby, I’m right here.” he’s breathing heavily as he speaks, his own release building rapidly.

The tension snaps, and you cum hard, thighs trembling around his body and his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it again, his fingers continuing to work circles over your clit until it became too much.

When you came down from your second high and were left a shaking mess beneath him, he moved both hands back to grip your thighs against your chest as he fucked into you roughly, chasing his own high that was so, so close.

“Gonna fill you up in a second, baby,” he grunts out, watching the way you look up at him, looking completely cock drunk because of him. “You want that?”

“Yes,” you managed to tell him, your body weak now. “Want you to cum in me deep.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, your words clearly doing something to him. “I bet you would like that. I bet you’d love if I put another baby in you, wouldn’t you, whore?”

All you could do was moan in response, taking everything he gave you. His pace began to falter, his hips stuttering as he took everything he wanted from you. He pushed into you as deep as he could, stilling, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck again as he groaned loudly and filled you deeply. You grasped the back of his head as he came inside you, holding him close.

He didn’t move for a minute when he was done. He stayed on you, catching his breath, as you held him back.

Eventually he pulled out of you, collapsing next to you with a big sigh. He wiped his hand across his forehead, breathing heavily. It was silent but for the sounds of the two of you catching your breath.

Finally, you spoke. “You really missed me, huh?” you teased him, looking over at his naked form on your bed.

He laughed, lifting himself up. “‘Course I did. I always do.” He stood from the bed and began to pull his clothes back on, tossing you yours as he found them. When he was dressed, you finally stood from the bed, still naked, about to head into the bathroom for a shower.

“I gotta get going,” Rafe said, pulling his shoes back on. “But I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah. I have to do my exam.” You watched him as he stood, his full 6’2” form towering over you.

“I’ll text you,” he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your cheek. It felt intimate, and it made you blush. “Give Iris kisses for me when they get home. Let me know she gets back safe.”

“I will,” you promised him.

He gave you one last smile, and then he was gone. You heard the front door closing as you gathered up some clean clothes to change into after your shower.

When you got out of the shower, you smiled to yourself as you saw the missed text from Rafe. You opened it, and rolled your eyes as you read it, but you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face anyway.

Rafey

Miss you already.

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bernardsbendystraws · 11 months ago

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Red Eyes

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Dealer!Chris x Reader

CW: MDNI, SMUT, mentions of drugs and substances, angst, p n v, rough sex, and more. This is made for all part of this mini-seris.

This is my work. I do NOT authorize plagiarism or "inspiration" at all.

A/N: snuggle up and take a deep breath while we all escape from reality for a minute <3

With love and big tits, Rose

Word count: 2696

1: pushing me further, pulling me closer

“Yeah? Ya like this, huh?” Chris taunts. Drool falls further down my chin. Each thrust from his cock rutting into me from behind pushes my sweaty face further into the ruffled sheets that reek of smoke.

It wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to have my best friend ramming his dick into my gut, but once the first slip up happened, there was no stopping it.

“C’mon, ma—aren’t—you—gonna—tell me how–how good it feels?” he rasps inbetween squelching slaps of our bodies slamming together. Everything burns. My stomach drops with a knot, gathering pressure as my legs tense and clench, beginning to shake as my knees threaten to fumble and slide down flat to the mattress.

Chris keeps me in place, one hand on my hip and the other pulling my shoulder down, dragging my body into his with growing intensity. “I—Chrissss,” I moan out, a cry falling between the words as he hits just the right spot.

Friends were supposed to know each other. Just not like this. From the pitch of my voice, Chris lets out a dry laugh filled with pride. He knows. The way I even let out any reaction told him everything with silent words.

My skin heats even further as I feel him lean over me, cradling me to keep me in the same position while my body starts to helplessly squirm. “Rightttt there, that’s right, shit,” his hands move. The one holding my hip curls around my lower stomach, pressing on the spot where he can feel his cock inside of me. “There it is…so deep, huh?” he purrs.

His voice is so subtle, I don’t even know if he’s talking to me or to himself. All my mind can focus on is how fucking good everything feels. It’s all so hot, so erratic.

Gasping for air, my hand reaches behind my shoulder, grasping into his hair as his breath pants in the crook of my neck. “Oh–my—god,” The words are interrupted by his plowing hips knocking all the wind out from my chest.

My high crashed like an overwhelming fire. Every bone and muscle stiffens. The pure blank state of my mind leaves my eyes rolling back, leaning into the heavenly sensations as the slapping skin claps louder and wetter.

“Fuck, yeah. Cum all over me, oh—cumming, ma. I’m—’m fuckin’ cumming,” he grits between his teeth, hungrily nibbling onto my neck while his cock twitches inside of me. The warm liquid fills me as he slowly paces to a stop, removing himself and tossing to lay on the bed next to me.

All the euphoria and relief seems to fade into regret as I lower to flatten my body on the mattress. Chris reaches over, grabbing his blunt and lighting it as he wipes sweat off of his forehead.

Regret fills me as every realization pummels down on me.

It felt so good, it just didn’t feel like enough.

“You good, kid?”

My pout frowns further at the stupid nickname. With a shrug, I lean my body to lay on my back, grabbing his shirt from the pile of messy sheets and tugging it over my head. Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my propped up knees, taking a deep huff of air as I let my head sink into my palms.

“Hey,” his hand soothes on my back as I feel him lean onto my shoulder. “--talk to me,” he urges.

Every second of pure bliss from him was a breath of fresh air, it helped me cope. The second everything came crashing down after was hard. And it was only getting harder.

“I’m still so stressed, fuck.”

Stress. It was how the deal had come to be in the first place. Chris turned to drugs. He made good money, enough to spoil me and the people he cared about. Seeing how relaxed he was made it so tempting. I wanted the relief that came with his bloodshot eyes pooling into mine in the smoke clouded air.

The second I had asked, he was livid. Chris was disappointed I’d even thought he’d consider letting me dig myself into the hole of addiction. He was my friend, he cared for me. That night, I learned how much he really cared for me.

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[ Two Months Ago ]

He was flabbergasted. The look of disbelief after analyzing my serious expression told me how angry he was. A deep huff with a shake of his head accompanied his bloodshot eyes.

“I just wanna try it, Chris. C’mon…” I gesture to the joint in his hand, pleading eyes begging from pure overwhelming emotions. An escape was needed and nothing was doing it anymore. No amount of music made my mind spin any slower, no amount of fresh air made me feel grounded. “You know how stressed I’ve been, I need something—anything. I…I can’t take another minute of feeling like…like this.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose as his eyes squint shut. Lazily holding the joint in his hand, he offers a hand movement to wordlessly call me over closer. He lifts his arm up, letting it drop as soon as I’m pressed up against his side.

Squeezing his arm around me to pull me tighter, he leans his head onto mine. I feel him place a gentle kiss onto my scalp, a rare gentle affection that makes my eyes start to water.

“Listen, kid,” my tongue slips between my teeth, pressing along the rough edges hard. The pet name he used for me ever since we met at the dumb party nearly two years ago had stuck better than glue. It was like a thousand screws bolted into fresh, solid wood. And all those screw tops had been stripped. There was no getting them out, it seemed. “I can’t. I…I don’t want you going down with all this shit. You forget I see how bad it fucks people over.”

An angry puff of air slips from my lips with a scoff. “But you still sell—and you even do it yourself. You’re such a hypocrite, god.”

The insult spitting from my mouth makes Chris react quickly. He places the skinny joint between his two fingers, using his hands to grip my waist and pull me onto his lap. It wasn’t weird—it wasn’t even unnatural. The amount of stress and torture life had thrown my way recently had left me relying on Chris a lot. Countless nights were spent with me sitting on his bed, watching him roll and seal different blunts and joints and ending in us holding each other close throughout the calm nights.

“Hey, you only snap at me when somethin’ is really wrong. What’s up?” I relax into him as his fingers start to soothe through my thin pajamas. His chin rests on my shoulder, his hair tickling my neck.

I try to take a deep breath, failing miserably. It comes out as a hard sigh. “I can’t do this anymore, Chris. I…nothing is ever going good—or even okay. I can never focus on anything anymore. My grades are slipping. I—I still don’t even know what I want to do and I’m running out of time. My parents…they aren’t gonna talk to me. They’ll cut me off. I—I’m on academic probation. If I fail these classes, I….”

Chris wraps one arm around my lower stomach, the other caging around my chest as he rocks side to side on the bed. “I got you. Y’know I’ll always help you. Just–”

“No, you—you don’t understand. I can’t even sleep anymore. All I do is think. It’s all I ever fuckin’ do anymore.”

His arms untangle, turning my body to the side, allowing me to face him. One of his hands supports me, resting on the small of my back. The other soothes up and down my leg, squeezing and caressing the exposed skin.

“I know it’s hard, but there’s other ways to cope. This isn’t how you’re gonna do it—I won’t let you do this to yourself. I care about you. I don’t care about the dumbasses I rip off for money. I mean, none of them are as pretty as ya, sweetheart,” he teases.

The poor joke paired with his soft smile makes my lips curl into a sympathetic grin. “Thanks, but…I don’t know. I’ve tried most things. They haven’t really helped. And I…um…” The red hue on my cheeks heating all the way up to my ears leaves my eyes widening. I turn away from his intense stare. The confession embarasses me just thinking about it, my teeth sinking into the side of my cheek as I hold my breath.

“What? Are you constipated or some shit?”

The shriek of pure horror leaves my lips as I slap on his chest. He laughs, catching my hand and petting it in his hold. “Sorry, sorry,” his lips press gently onto my hand before resting them back into my lap, returning his support to my back and massaging my thigh more intently. “--what is it? Y’know I won’t judge you.”

“Well,” I swallow thickly as my ears begin to buzz from nerves. “I–uh, haven’t, like…been able to finish? I don’t know, it’s–”

My eyes whip to catch his expression for a swift moment. The burning on my cheeks follows down my neck as I see his mischievous grin taunting me.

“Can’t cum, huh?”

I’m not sure if it’s in my imagination or not, but I swear the remaining smoke in the air gets even hazier, glazing over his eyes with an unreadable look. Pursing my lips together, I shake my head.

“Awwwww,” he coos. “--and why’s that, hm? That cute lil vibrator you got not doing it anymore?”

Groaning, I lean into his chest to curl up with regret. “God. I knew I shouldn’t have told you. Why’d you have to bring that up again? Ugh!” I exclaim.

“Not my fault you left it out,” he reasons.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” I yell.

One quick look at his face and I can already read his thoughts. I roll my eyes before I even hear the words slip from his mouth.

“What? Jealous I can cum?” he says, insinuating a dirty tone with a whispered voice.

“Chris. I will literally never hug you again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

His lips tighten into a straight line at my threat. I lift my head, raising an eyebrow daringly at him. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”

“Good boy,” I joke, petting his head as he gives me a blank look. Letting out a dry laugh, I trace the design on his shirt on his upper chest. “I guess I just gotta go get railed or some shit but–”

Chris grabs my hand, pulling it upwards into his hair and leaning into my palm. “Nah. Don’t do that, ma. You got me.”

My heart freezes for a second before filling with fire. It’s the same feeling when the water is so hot it feels cold for a split second.

The name. He rarely ever called me that, but when he did…it was always out of spite. He knew how much it got to me—he loved watching my face go blank with a cocky smirk.

After processing the term with a thick swallow and shaky breath, I smack my lips, speechless.

“What? We—I—”

Chris is quick to lift his eyes to mine. The blue orbs contrast with the red rings around his eyes. Enticing and intimidating, I let my lips fall shut.

“C’mon, ma,” his hand on the small of my back slowly lift up my shirt, sliding his nimble fingers under the material. I feel his other hand on my thigh begin to knead my flesh more passionately, my thighs starting to stick more from a thin layer of sweat as he pulls the skin upwards in a firm grip. “Y’know I got you, for everything—’m not lettin’ you go get disappointed by some random guy who won’t take of you. Not as good as I could. Think about it,” he purrs.

Pulsing beats of feverish lust thump against my chest, echoing into my ears. His greedy hands start to feel relief against my hot skin, tickling the hairs on my body delicately with each intent motion.

“I….Chris, we can’t. We’re friends, I—”

“So? Friends help each other, hm? I’m not lettin’ you run off to random guys who won’t even know how to make you feel good and there’s no way you’re touchin’ a joint either. C’mon, think. Really…think,” he emphasizes. His lips brush against my ear as my throat starts to constrict air.

____

Temptation is hard to resist when it’s impossible to think clearly. It was also irresistible as soon as he started touching my pussy through my clothes teasingly, acting like he was still only trying to caress my thighs. He was quick to point out how wet I was, but I wasn’t embarrassed—not when I practically lunged to connect our lips.

Two months ago and the addiction I had succumbed to was for his red eyes looking into mine, silently telling me he was gonna ruin me.

The first taste had left me reeling for more. Time after time, I couldn’t wait as long. I just needed the mind numbing bliss that came with how he teased me, how he fucked me. Nothing compared to the utter relief that followed his touch.

Too much time had passed. It wasn’t enough anymore, I chronically needed him to make my thoughts calm and they seemed to do that every single time he let himself take complete and total control over me. The way he pulled that bursting dopamine with each time I screamed out was incomparable to anything else. And he made sure to cuddle me after so I’d be able to sleep.

“Wanna cuddle? Or ya need more time to cool off?”

His voice tugs me back to reality. My reminiscent thoughts had passed as we let the sweat dry down and even our breaths. I curl into his side, looking down to see the waistband of his briefs peeking from his gray sweats.

My hand slides down his stomach, reaching over his groin and cupping his half-hard dick. Chris hisses, his hand combing through my hair gripping at the strands.

“Fuck, ma…we….we gotta get you to bed…you—ya got that fuckin’ test or whatever—shitttttt,” I ignore his words, not even lingering at the fact my exam was tomorrow. Sleep didn’t give me as much this—as much as him.

Slipping my hand underneath the gray material, I let my finger trace over his hardening length. “--hmygod, ma. Not enough, huh?” His hips grind upwards as his hand tugs harder in my hair, pulling my head back. My eyes meet his. His lip is turning pale from the pressure of his teeth biting down on it. Hungrily, he pulls the back of my head to meet his lips to mine.

“Just fuck me, Chris. I don’t wanna think,” I purr, stroking over his cock as he pants.

His eyes squint at me while he feverishly bites on his lip. “Like it that much, huh?” he teases.

Giving his cock a firm squeeze, his head whips back into the pillow. The groan that falls from his mouth fills me with pride. His hands on me get tighter.

Letting out a cocky hum, I start to tease him with actions and words. “I really, really like it, Chris.”

But, the regret comes from after the high fades every single time. It was repetitive. He’d fuck me. I’d get loads of relief, then he’d hold me. Every part of my body and heart felt nothing but peace in his arms. The second he’d cuddle me is when the heavier stress came in.

It’s more than just a distraction. The relief had turned into an ache—an ache for him to hold me all night, kissing me as if I were his.

Stress had already consumed me in other areas of my life. No room was left for compromising thoughts of our ‘deal.’

I liked it.

I really, really liked it.

I didn’t want to love it.

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500 days of you ── .✦ spiderman! gojo x reader ch. 1

pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader

summary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.

warnings ˎˊ˗ college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty

stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.

playlist ⟢ 500 days of you

wc . 5.4k

a/n . yes the title is based on 500 days of summer i was watching it while writing ..

500 days is all you have left until you graduate. according to your calendar that you have self made, placed neatly beside your bed so you could cross each day as it passes with your pink highlighter, you have exactly two years. today, december 20, marks your first day of long awaited winter break in which you desperately needed after enduring what you believe was the worlds hardest final exam for your humanized and social science class.

your roommate has decided to take this time to go visit her family back at her hometown, to spend a few days with her family wrapped in a comforting warm and cozy atmosphere alongside whatever her family provides. but you chose to stay behind, not that you had anymore exams to finish up or anything, but because going back to see your family, if you could even call them one, wasn't even an option. your relationship with them wasn't abusive or anything, just strained, always putting your brother's needs before yours. that's part why you picked the farthest college you could away from them, an entire different timezone.

you wouldn't call it running away, because that implies fear, you'd just call it more of a extraction. a nice and peaceful separation. sure, they reach out once in a while, but you always come up with excuses on the spot to end the call early. they barely knew that much about you, hell, they didn't even know which college you were going to even your plan in majoring in physics until a month before you left.

nyu is a beautiful campus, not traditional in any way, it bleeds right into the city. any spot there would be perfect to study, and well you didn't have anything to do for the next two weeks so a little studying before the next semester even starts. so with that you made your way over to your locker which was a brief fifteen minute walk away from your dorm.

you don't mind the walk, no rush, no crowds. the usual buzz of students chirping has died down. its not a eerily type of quiet, its peaceful. the faint sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty hallway. reaching your neatly decorated locker, you opened it unaware of the person right next to you, the door swung right into them.

"shit-"

your eyes widened as you saw the persons books fall right out their hands.

"oh my god im so sorry! I didn't see you there!" you immediately crouched down to pick of the several textbooks, most of them being physics for semester two. it wouldn't be a surprise if the owner of these books would be in the same class as you. "its alright" the mysterious person chuckled as they took away the books from your hands.

your eyes widened as they landed on them. or him, actually. he had beautiful bright blue eyes that for sure held every secret of the ocean, and snowy white hair that resembled the snow that was falling right outside. you couldn't even get a word out.

"im Satoru." he said, waiting for you to give your name to him.

"right.. right. I mean- im y/n." you stumbled across your words. he gave you a crooked smile, almost naturally as he saw you stutter. his hands now itched onto his heavy physics books, tilting his head as he studied you. "you have any idea where mr. thompson's class is?" his smooth voice asked. mr. thompson. thats the name of your physics teacher.

"yeah! yeah he's my physics teacher!" that came out a bit more excited than you intended it to. "yeah? mind being an angel and leading me to it?"

you laughed softly, hoping the light pink tint on your cheeks weren't noticed by him. oh but they were. the awkward tension melted right away. "of course."

he didn't mind the blush, and the way his smile widened told you that he definitely noticed your blushing, but he didn't say anything about it, instead allowing you to show him the way around the campus. he fell into step beside you recalling how you as well had this course. "so.." he broke the silence, "you actually understand physics are you just one of those people who pretend to know what you're doing?"

you shook your head laughing a bit as your gaze fell down to your shoes against the pavement. "no, no I understand. im majoring in it so I kind of have to. but it honestly depends on the day, sometimes I feel like the textbook is gaslighting me" now it was his turn to let out a laugh. and it sounded genuine. "thats great. back at my old uni, people were only there for the credits or whatever. no one was really as passionate as I am." you gaze shifted to him. "oh, which school did you transfer from?"

"colombia university."

"is the lack of people taking physics seriously the reason for your transfer?" you asked half jokingly, but you wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the reason, you knew some people like that.

he sucked in a soft breath, eyes flickering from your figure to look forward. "no I just.. wanted a different environment I guess." there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you didn't push it. after all you just met this boy not even five minutes ago. you both finally reached mr. thompson's classroom, his door slightly ajar. "he should be in here.. he always is., im convinced he lives in there"

he hummed looking into the classroom, catching a glimpse of the bald headed man hunched over a stack of papers before looking down at you. "thank you, y/n. I hope we see each other in uh two weeks?" the way he said your name sent your butterflies on a rollercoaster.

"yeah.. yeah I hope so too." you said quietly which earned a sweet smile from him before he walked in to talk about whatever he needed to with the professor. with one final look at the door you turned, only to remember you didn't even grab your books, let alone close your locker which was the whole point you came out of your dorm. you quickly rushed back with the thought of the new student lingering in the back of your mind.

── .✦

in the blink of an eye, the break was over, and the dreadful second semester rolled right around the corner. the traumatizing sound of your alarm that was set at 7 on the dot woke you up for your 9 am physics class, slicing through the silence and especially your slumber.

you groaned, clicking repeatedly at your phone to shut the ear piercing sound off. for a second, you considered skipping. but you knew mr. thompson doesn't play no games, and neither did that syllabus. so you dragged yourself out of your bed, limbs heavy, and mind still foggy as you began to miss the warmth provided by your bed. the sky outside was still that dusty gray, soft flakes falling right out of it.

after making yourself a cup of coffee, you brushed out your hair to be somewhat socially acceptable. you were the top student of the school either way, you had to be presentable at all times. you threw on a jacket and a cute pair of pants before making your way out of your dorm, holding envy for your roommate for not having a morning class.

by the time you reached the lecture hall, well your body because your soul was still trapped in between your blankets, you noticed that you werent there first one there like always. your eyes landed on him.

satoru.

he was seated right there at the front of the class, his posture was excellent, back straight, shoulders relaxed, giving you another reason to like about him. his eyes were trained on his phone, with his earbuds blasting whatever he was listening to in his ears. but they shifted as you walked in, and when your eyes met, a soft smile appeared on his pink tinted lips making your chest feel just a little too full.

maybe the second semester didn't seem so dreadful at all.

"hey.." he took out an earbud out of his ear as you approached, sliding in the seat right next to him. "hi" you replied, placing your bag next to you. "glad we're in this class together. haven't really met anyone else since we talked."

"that so? not even your roommate?" you unconsciously fixed your hair to try and maybe woo him with your beauty. "oh actually i'm living in an apartment" your hand stopped playing with your hair.

"an apartment? in New York? the school is already bleeding us dry.. what are you, rich or something?"

that earned a chuckle from him, a quiet one that made your stomach flip. "yeah.. sure." he had a grin on his face, making you question if it was a joke or not. you both watched as more seats filled up with new and old students. but everyone was eventually startled when mr. thomspon walked in and slammed a textbook onto his desk.

"well I'd like to say im disappointed from last semesters final exam results." he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but id be lying."

a beat of silence.

"im proud to say that everyone passed." a relieved sigh escaped almost everyones mouths, echoing across the room. "and of course, ms. l/n, miss goody two shoes," you placed a hand on your chest in mock offense making satoru sniffle a laugh next to you. "you got the highest mark, like every year." he grumbled. "im starting to think you're just here to make everyone else feel bad about their grades."

"only slightly." you muttered under your breath, loud enough for satoru to hear. he turned a bit towards you. "lets see how long you stay up there, miss top of the class, until I snatch your spot."

you stared at him while he turned back to face the front. he was just joking right? I mean no one could steal away your spot. no one has for the past two years, and no one will. right?

── .✦

oh but you were wrong. oh so so so wrong.

this boy wasn't your new friend. he was your rival, like his whole existence was to take away everything you've worked hard for. he wasn't your soon to be charming lab partner or the cute guy you'd hang out with at a local cafe after class.

he was your academic nemesis.

it didn't hit you right away. not until the first quiz given to the class was passed back in which you got a 97% on. but once you saw a fucking 100% on satoru's paper circled in a horrid red ink, thats when it hit you. and the cherry on top was when mr. thompson grinned and leaned down to whisper, "looks like you've got competition." you stared at satoru like he had just murdered your family, not that you minded, but in a way he murdered your entire existence.

he looked at the paper, like he didn't even care that he passed, because to him this was normal. he caught your expression and was confused to see that the usual soft look on your pretty face was now replaced with pure wrath.

this wasn't just 480 days of school anymore.

this was war.

every time you raised your hand to answer a question, it was always outshined by satorus. damn him and his longer limbs. and every time, the professor would call on him.

every. single. time.

you even considered this being sexist. then satoru would answer correctly, of course. damn mr. thompson for finding this whole rivalry hilarious. like if your whole identity as "the smart one" wasn't practically being lit on fire in front of everyone right now. you felt the shift, and you heard the whispers of you being out throned. and what made this whole situation worse was that stupid charm that he offered you with, "im glad to be in physics with you." a lie.

a damn lie.

and you couldn't help but hate him for it every day, every higher mark, every time he got called on, and every time he smiled at you in the mornings or in the hallways thinking you two were still friends.

it didn't help that everyone practically loved him. girls slipped their numbers to him every other day, even undergraduates which you found disgusting. he did everything so effortless while you stayed up until 2 am re-reading lessons, burning through notebooks, killing your pens, and even pulling all nighters like kay chung for important upcoming exams, mistreating your body with more caffeine than you could handle to try and claw your way back up the top.

until eventually you burnt out.

you ignored every 'hello' coming from him or any stupid joke he'd come up with, you settled on a different seat away from him not having the guts to stare at him be better than you for another second. not while he thrived and you crumbled.

and it was like you were back at home, always being seen as the second option right after your brother. a man. of course the second you feel like you are finally worthy of something, someone has to take it away from you. but why now? why after two years in which you spent trying to escape that feeling, was everything going downhill? you weren't even sure if he was even aware of the harm he was causing you mentally and physically.

that he was undoing you without even trying.

but he did notice. he noticed how you stopped talking to him, saying hello or laughing at his jokes or even avoiding his gaze like if it would burn your eyes if you made eye contact, and it hurt because you were practically his only friend other than a boy he met in his calculus class. suguru geto, aka his 'man in the chair.' he always alarmed satoru discreetly whenever there was a bank robbery happening down the street. because not only was satoru now holding the title of the top student of nyu, but he was also the hero of manhattan.

"spiderman makes an unwanted appearance again last night," the news reporter said with her voice being more sharper than the bold lettering on the headline scrolling beneath her, "at a secluded alley near the 'sunny time up' bar, involving a man attempting to steal one of the employee's vehicle."

click.

"when will this vigilante wake up and realize that this job is for law enforcement"

click.

"he's a danger to the people of manhattan! this isn't a comic book, he's interfering with police work!"

every time you clicked on the remote to change channels, spiderman was everywhere. for someone the people claim to hate, he sure is the talk of the week.

"dude is like time square on new years.." you mumbled mostly to yourself.

"my father hates him." your roommate, wendy's father is the head of the police department. he's always complaining about he boy who hides away behind the blue mask, claiming that he is causing more trouble in the busy city. you gave a dry laugh. "your father hates everyone, including me" she sat on your bed next to you, holding a bag of chips in her hand which she offered you.

"I dont see why it's such a big deal. he does more than the police has done in the past five years. he's like what? our age? from what I have heard he is definitely not beyond his twenties." you stared at the video of him swinging across buildings, the sharp blue color of his suit making it hard to lose sight of him.

the color reminded you of satoru's eyes.

your mood suddenly shifted as you thought of him, your appetite was long gone as your stomach twisted in disgust. "how are you holding up with the whole academic rivalry thing."

"shut up." you grumbled.

"I feel like it's one sided, well from what i've heard from you." wendy's voice was quiet, but her words stung. because deep down, you have told yourself the same thing.

"its like he doesn't even try." you dragged your hand across your face as you stared at the textbooks on your desk before they shifted to the calendar right above it. 455 more days.

454 more days.

453 more days.

452 more days.

451 more days.

450 more days.

another school week has passed by. another week of avoiding his intense stare across the lecture hall. another week of hearing him laugh with that black haired boy that had way too many piercings on his face. another week of debating if anything was even worth it anymore.

you looked back up to your calendar, staring at that number written beneath the date. 450 more days until graduation! you got this! how many more days until everything will stop feeling so heavy.

how many more until you stopped caring.

but its like you couldn't even catch a break. your negative thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. you slowly dragged it out your back pocket before looking down at the called id.

mom.

you couldn't answer. not with your voice cracking or tears falling. you couldn't let them know that you were struggling the same way you were all your childhood and you especially couldn't give them that sense of pride in the way you were burning out. how could you tell them the pressure didn't go away but it only shifted from different mouths in different places. you couldn't handle hearing, "I told you so."

'just stay in state, I dont see why you have to move all the way to the other side of the world. you won't be able to handle it like your brother.'

'your brother stayed here in the same state, why can't you do the same? he visits us regularly!..'

shaking away the echoes of your parents voices, you watched the slow rise and fall of wendy's chest, and you quietly zipped up your jacket before sneaking out. fresh air was what you needed right now. it hit you like a reset button- the kind that clears your head. not caring where your feet took you, you made your way through the city.

the night was still alive, buildings lit up, parties at every corner you looked at, and other people walking as well. it did feel refreshing. until you heard it. a sharp, disgusting wolf whistle behind you. it was low and mocking. the city is big, its bound to have horrible beings. your steps didn't stop, your stomach twisted and you felt sick.

"hey where are you goin' sweetheart? you look delicious." the slurred voice behind you said. you didn't even have to look back to know what kind of man it was. your pace quickened, trying to reach a store or anything that had some sort of crowd. but the footsteps behind you didn't stop, they matched your speed and quickened.

this was exactly what your brother warned you about. being in such. huge city will only be more dangerous. you felt your throat drying up and you looked down at your shadows, seeing the mans hand reach for you. but before even his fingers could brush against you, a blur of blue and white appeared. there was a soft thud, a groan, then silence.

you slowly turned.

"hey," spiderman said calmly shooting a web right on the strangers face. "she's not interested." the man stumbled back, letting out a muffled yelp, fear overthrowing whatever he was on. he didn't even budge. your heart was still racing as you took in his muscular figure. and then he turned to face you. ".. now what are you doing outside at night, hm?" his voice shifted into a much softer one, like he was talking to a kid. you wanted to talk but you couldn't get a word out as you felt the heaviness in your throat as well as the weight you've been carrying from the past few months.

the way he stood was so familiar. "im sorry.." is all you could get out, you soft voice quivered which immediately sent his senses off. "hey, hey its alright why are you apologizing?" his large hands cupped your cheeks. despite them being gloved, they were warm and comforting. his thumbs swept under your eyes wiping away any incoming tears. "why are you apologizing?"

"I dont know.." you answered honestly. but the ache of not being enough was resurfacing. he let out a quiet breath at your answer. "thats okay.. you dont have to explain." his hands didn't move away from your face, in fact you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"let me take you home." he whispered. "..I live at the nyu dorms"

he nodded before dropping his hands to grab the back of your knees without any warning, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "hold on baby, okay?" your tired mind couldn't even process the pet name before allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it as well.

without another word, he laughed upward, shooting a web into the sky. the loud roaring of the wind as you both swung across building from building deafened your ears. gravity tugged at your stomach with every sharp dip and rise. you unknowingly shook in his hold, the hand that was holding you rubbed your back before settling to cupping the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. "its okay, I got you."

his hand and feet stuck to the side of the dormitory building. "which dorm is yours angel?"

angel

that pet name reminded you of satoru. why is it that the smallest things reminded you of him? why does your mind insist in continuing to think about him. "... that one." you pointed to the window just two floors up and to the side, in which he crawled to, tightening his hold your plush thigh. he carefully slid the window open, crawling in.

"we're here.." he could barely get out before the soft click of a lamp lit up the room, revealing wendy who was staring at the both of you, holding onto each other rather intimately. your arms were still wrapped around his neck while his leg was pressed right in between yours, in the middle of placing you down.

your eyes widened as you stared back at wendy. "you're awake.." you whispered.

"you're with spiderman.." she stated the obvious. you and him were quiet, the silence louder than you wanted it to as you backed away from him. "I wake up to see you missing, assuming you probably went out to party, only to see you grinding on spider mans leg? oh my dad would hate you even more right now" the masked vigilante cleared his throat, his hand was still placed on your waist, not wanting to completely let go of you yet.

"I should.. get going." he murmured, before looking at you, not wendy. and behind the mask, you swore that for whatever reason he didn't want to leave.

"oh.. yeah uhm thank you, have I thanked you yet? whatever just.. thanks for everything." you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. with one final lingering squeeze on your waist, he pulled away. "any time." he then turned back to wendy. "can you tell your dad to stop trying to tase me?"

"nope." she furrowed her eyebrows.

"..worth a shot. take good care of your friend for me yeah?" he asked before leaving through the window, allowing the city to take him back. wendy's head sharply turned to look at you.

"what..?"

she blinked, once and twice and thrice. "you've got a lot of explaining to do." she grinned.

── .✦

"you just come back from patrolling?" suguru asked as his fingers moved quickly on his controller letting out a few curse words when his opponent did damage on him. "yeah.." satoru closed the window behind him, tugging off his mask letting his white locks spread out, making him look like a model. he threw it on his bed, making his was deeper into his apartment. "you can't just use my pc whenever you want to man." he grumbled as he watched suguru get a victory royale.

"hey, if im helping you out on your little 'hero' shit, I can play whenever the hell I want."

satoru undressed, pulling up some grey sweatpants, but staying shirtless. scars adorned his torso and chest. "guess who I ran into."

"uhh that crazy police guy that tried tasing you."

satoru shivered at the memory. "no thank god. it was y/n." suguru clicked off the game turning his full attention to his friend. "the chick you like?" the blue eyed boy nodded. "saved her from some drunk shit, took everything in me not to kill that bastard after seeing her cry."

"what happened then?"

"took her back to her dorm.. met her roommate as well. turns out she's the daughter of the head of the police department. anyways, y/n looks horrible.. like there's something going on with her."

"yeah its you. you stole away her spot of top student." suguru reminded him. "I didn't mean to!" satoru defended himself.

"her friend for sure is going to spread around the fact that she saw y/n with spiderman. talk to her about it." satoru thought about it. if he asked you if everything was okay with you after last night, maybe you'll start talking to him again.

one thing about wendy is that she can't keep anything to herself. suguru was right, your encounter with spiderman spread like wildfire. like full blown social media wildfire. your name was brought up in multiple group chats, tweets, even those dumb confession accounts on instagram.

"SPIDERMANS GOT A GIRLFRIEND LMFAOOO"

"yall hear y/n slept with spiderman?"

"what do they call baby spiders?"

you were speeding past everyone, heart racing like you were in a heist movie making your way to your next class before you were stopped. "hey.." the familiar voice cut through the air. satoru. "heard what happened last night.. everything okay?" he asked, noticing how thin your wrists were.

was this another one of his acts? "yeah.." you mumbled. "everything fine." you tried brushing it off but he wasn't having it. he raised an eyebrow before his hand placed right on your waist, the same spot spider mans hand was on. "talk to me. you ghosted me weeks ago.. did I say something or do something?"

dont act so innocent, you thought. of course he did something. "physics is just,, stressing me out I guess." which was partially true. his eyes travelled down your face, looking at your lips before his tongue darted out to lick his. "let me help you then."

despite the hatred you held for your rival, you missed him. sure you only talked a few times, but you missed talking to him, his dumb jokes and his dorky smile. "..okay" you agreed. "maybe later this week." and for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt light.

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your classes were finally over. with your bag placed over your shoulder, you made your way outside after deciding to pick up some sweet treats for both you and wendy, who you were still kind of annoyed at for spreading around your encounter with spiderman. you reached the warm welcoming bakery, picking out whatever looked delicious, chocolate cover croissants, blueberry muffins, and a few cream puffs before making your way to check out. the second you stepped out, the rain decided to make an appearance. one that you weren't prepared for.

you clutched onto the bag full of treats.

"you again?" the voice came from above you. you looked up, moving your dripping wet hair to get a closer look. there he was, perched upside down from a streetlight. "..here to save me from the rain?" you asked half jokingly. he hummed, flipping down to land right in front of you. "of course baby. wouldn't want you to get sick.."

his arms wrapped around your waist before shooting a web straight up the roof of the bakery, pulling you both off the ground. you let out a little yelp holding onto both him and the pastry bag. seconds later you both were outside the window of your dorm, before he effortlessly opened it up placing you on your bed. your shirt rose up a little exposing your cute little spiderman boxers.

"is that me?" he asked tracing the waistband that had his heroine name in bold letters. your breath hitched. you completely forgot about those, or even buying them let alone wearing them today. both you and wendy went shopping a couple days back, going into the kids section and jokingly buying each a pair of spiderman undies.

'hey you should wear these to thank him.' she snorted

'eat shit.'

your hand shot out to push his away, chuckling nervously. "okay thats enough.." but he was faster, he grabbed your wrist forcing it to be on your mattress before his other gloved hand tugged up his mask enough to expose his mouth. his jawline was sharp, and those pink lips.. your eyes widened as you looked up at him. "ah.. spiderman?" he brought said hand up to his mouth, his teeth pulling off his glove before spitting it out somewhere else.

"nah.. let me see this." he pulled up your shirt, showing off your midriff, as well as pulling your pants down to your knees. "mm yeah thats me alright.." you felt your heart pounding in your ears. his tongue darted out to lick your stomach.

"spider-man..!" you gasped. he looked up at you, wanting to savor this moment. as if he wanted to memorize this exact version of you.

"never thought I'd be someones fashion statement." he moaned as he saw the wet patch starting to form. his thumb placed itself right on it. "this alright..?" he wanted you bad, but he also wanted you to be okay with this. you nodded looking up at him with a look that just drove him crazy.

his rubbing continued before he pulled away pulling down just the lower half of his suit. "its hard as hell to hide my dick in this shit." he grumbled.

oh.

he was huge. like really, really big and heavy, it couldn't even stand up correctly. he fisted his cock a few times, watching his pre- cum ooze out before placing it right on your clothed cunt. you wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer in. "thats it." he groaned slowly rocking into you. your body shook with every hump of his hips, the wet patch in your spidey briefs grew bigger. his hands traveled throughout your body, hot and rough as two fingers found their way into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "good girl, get them nice and wet for me baby."

his voice was low and dripping with arousal. he brought his head closer to your face. you whimpered softly as your hands tugged at his suit, your legs that were still wrapped around him trembled. "wearing these and you expect me not to ruin you?" he moaned as he dipped a finger into the pouch that every boxer had, feeling how much you wanted him. the two fingers that were toying with your tongue left with a loud pop before his lips found yours in a sweet but messy kiss.

just before he could release his hot seed onto you, there was a knock at the door.

"y/nnnn! let me in I forgot my keys!" damn wendy. spiderman sighed pecking your lips one more time before he pulled back, sliding down his mask. he reached for the glove he threw away as well as his lower part of his suit. "ill be taking these as well.." he murmured ripping off your briefs, which had you cringing at the sound, exposing your cunt to the cold air. "ill see you around okay, darling? thank you for this, such an angel."

and with that he left. leaving you with no release and nothing covering your lower half.

"y/n!" wendy knocked again.

"coming!"

oh you wish you were.

ending note . hope you all enjoyed chapter 1 !!

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Alone time – William Nylander

summary: people and things keep interrupting the limited alone time you had with your boyfriends (3 + 1)

pairing: William Nylander x female!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: +18 (NSFW content!!), mentions of period, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v intercourse, dirty talk, cum inside

authors note:

first time writing a full on smut scene, hope its not too bad lmao

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When Alex signed with the Marlies

Hosting Alex in your and Williams home after he signed a contract to play hockey for the Marlies, the Leafs AHL team, was obvious. There was no reason for him to live in a hotel or search for a place, when you had a perfectly good guest room right here in your apartment.

It was nice for a while, you and Alex had become good friends over the course of your and William´s relationship which lead to easy conversations, many laughs and an enjoyable overall atmosphere in your shared home.

At first, at least.

At the beginning you didn’t really notice how intimacy slowly crept away from you and William.

There was less touching around the house, especially when Alex was around. No more heated kisses on the couch while watching a movie, because Alex was right there with you. No more experiments in the bedroom, mostly opting for something quick and quiet, neither of you knowing when Alex would come home.

And you slowly started to miss how your relationship was before Alex moved in with you.

How you made out against the kitchen counter before putting off making breakfast just to go back to bed. How he pressed you against the door after the two of you got home from one of his games, no matter if it went good or bad.

It was like you were tiptoeing around each other in your own apartment just to accommodate.

This morning you leaned against the counter, preparing a cup of coffee for you, before going to the living room to read.

William was still asleep when you got up, Alex would get home from a road trip with the Marlies today which made you debate if you should wake him up to go at it once more before he got back. But the ache between your legs from the night before was so strong you decided against it.

The coffee maker rumbled as you turned to look out one of the massive windows on the other side of the kitchen and dining space.

Winter was slowly spreading over the roofs of Toronto, the chill slowly creeping through the walls of the building.

You got lost in your thoughts looking outside. The upcoming holidays and team events, visiting your family, William and Alex´s parents and sisters coming for a visit in a few weeks. Only snapping out of it when soft kisses were placed on your shoulder and big hands wrapped around your waist.

“Good morning, älskling.” His voice was warm in your ear. “Good morning,” you whispered back before leaning into his touch. This was the first morning in a long time where it was just the two of you.

“Sleep well?” he asked while grabbing the mug out of your hand and taking a big sip. “Hey,” you laughed before turning around to face him. His hair was disheveled, sticking up in multiple directions, his eyes still dark from being asleep mere minutes ago.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked at him with a soft smile. “I always sleep well in your arms.” A soft laugh bubbled out of him before he looked at you with the softest expression of love and admiration which had you lean forward and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

When you tried to lean back, he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you chest to chest, deepening the kiss while doing so.

His hands slowly began to wander under the shirt you were wearing. His shirt. Tracing soft circles over your back before stopping at your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

You began tracing the outlines of his abs. Him not bothering to put on a shirt before coming to find you coming in handy.

You made out against the kitchen counter like love-sick teenagers, and you enjoyed every second of it. “We should take this back to the bedroom,” William whispered against your lips before carefully lifting you up, you automatically wrapping your legs around his waist. “If you´re not too tired from last night,” he added with a wink.

Shaking your head laughing you pressed another kiss to his lips before he started walking towards the bedroom. But before you could even make it past the living room the front door opened. The dogs rushing past you to greet the new guest.

Instinctively you uncrossed your legs from behind Williams back and dropped back down on the floor. A frown creeping up on your face.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hands before you slipped away. “I´m sorry,” he whispered before pulling you into another quick kiss.

2. Surprise visit from teammates

Two weeks later you and William sat on the couch, watching a movie. Alex left for another road trip a few hours ago which finally left you alone with your boyfriend again.

He didn’t have a game today, but he spent the morning at practice and the afternoon in meetings with the team and his agent, so this was the first time you had him to yourself since.

He proposed catching up on your show but both of you knew that you would not focus on that for long, so you opted to watch a movie. A comedy that didn’t need much attention span.

While the both of you too tried to focus on the movie but about 10 minutes in his hands began to wander and within 5 minutes of that you were lifted onto his lap.

“This is not focusing on the movie,” you giggled when he started to trace soft patterns over your back.

“What do you expect from me; this is the first time I´m getting you alone in what feels like weeks.” You held back a sigh that was about to leave your mouth as to not ruin the mood but obviously William picked up on it.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal right now, you wouldn’t believe me how much I miss waking up in the morning and being able to make out in the kitchen without being subjected to my brother minutes later or evenings like this.”

The sigh you were holding left your mouth. “I know, Will. But he´s your brother, I would never ask you to kick him out.” He started to scratch his beard. “I know, but I will talk to him about it. I promise.”

You nodded before burying your head in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. A mix of his typical shower gel as well as his cologne. “Until then I guess we´ll just have to make do with the time he´s gone,” you mumbled against his shirt before placing a line of kisses from his collarbone to his cheek before moving on to his lips.

William wrapped his arms around your hips, keeping you firm in his space as you kissed. His hands slowly wandering over the curve of your ass before hooking into the waistband of your leggings.

But before you could go any further the doorbell rang. A simultaneous groan escaped your mouths. “Let it be, we´re not home,” he whispered against your lips before connecting them again.

Unfortunately, the bell rang again a minute later and then again, a minute after that.

Reluctantly you removed yourself from your boyfriends lap, moving to the intercom to check who was interrupting you.

“Yes,” you bit into the machine, pressing the button to let the person on the other end answer.

“It´s your favorite hockey player,” Mitch Marner´s happy voice shelled back to you. “And Steph, Auston, Matt and Joe are here too. We´re getting dinner and you´re coming.” You bit back a grin at the prospect of the five of them standing on the sidewalk at the entrance of your building.

William, who heard the entire exchange groaned behind you but both of you knew it would be rude to send them on their way when they made it all the way here before leaving for dinner.

You didn’t have plans originally and God you wished they hadn’t shown up but you hadn’t seen Williams teammates in forever.

“Hello?” Mitch belted from the intercom. You took a deep breath, looking at your boyfriend who gave you a short but firm nod. “Fine, come on up, we need to get ready first.”

3. your period

You were laying on the couch, heating pad pressed against your stomach as you tried to breathe through the painful cramp that was rattling through your entire body. Your period had unexpectedly arrived two days earlier than expected and you cursed your body for it.

This was the last road trip Alex would be on for a while before your parents would come over for Thanksgiving and soon after their family would arrive to spend some time here before Christmas.

The Sweden based Nylander´s wouldn’t stay at your place but you knew they would be here every day and while you loved Williams family with all your heart you dreaded the even fewer alone time you would have with him.

You had looked forward to the next two days. He would return from his road trip in a few hours, and you wanted to spend the night going on a dinner date before having a relaxed evening at home. Given they just got home you didn’t have any expected visits from Williams teammates that could interrupt anything either.

Unfortunately, your body had other plans.

Despite taking two pain killers earlier the cramps didn’t go away so you spent the majority of the day curled up on the couch with the dogs giving you comfort. The TV played a re-run of one of your favorite shows you had put on to not suffer in complete silence, the lights were dimmed because alongside the period cramps a headache slowly started to form in the back of the head and the bright overhead lights would just make it worse.

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You didn’t even have the energy to lift your head when William arrived a few hours later. The dogs ran to greet their dad and based on the voices you heard coming from the hallway he was equally as excited to see them as they were to see him.

“Where´s mom?” He asked the doodles, and you immediately pictured Pablo and Banksy’s offended expressions. “Älskling?” He then asked into the quietness of the condo.

You thought about answering but opening your mouth seemed like too hard of a task. He would find you eventually.

When Pablo trotted back to the couch William wasn’t far behind him. You didn’t see the expression on his face, but you could imagine from the many times you had seen it before. A blend of concern and confusion.

His familiar scent reached your nose as he stepped closer, his steps dulling as he stepped from the hardwood floors onto the carpet. “Hey,” he whispered, his hand tenderly brushing over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you. “What´s wrong?”

His voice was laced with concern. His brows furrowed when you let out a pained hiss when another cramp hit your body, and you shrank together shortly after.

Having experienced this many times before he obviously immediately knew what was up. “Oh sweetheart,” he kept whispering. “What can I do to help? Do you need another blanket? Chocolate? Some tea?”

Your heart flattered at his sweet voice. “Can you come cuddle?” you breathed out. You didn’t need to look up to see that there was a soft smile spreading on his face. “Of course. Let me go rinse and change real quick.”

He left you alone with a kiss to your cheek and the dogs resting on the carpet in front of you like they were deemed to protect you.

When he returned 20 minutes later, he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a hoodie. His phone in one hand, a bowl filled to the brim with your favorite ice cream topped with whipped cream and sprinkles in the other.

You hadn’t heard him rumbling around in the kitchen, but you appreciated him knowing exactly what you needed. In the end he´s been through it almost a million times.

He placed the bowl on the table before nudging Banksy out of the way to get to the other end of the couch. He shook up the pillows and then flopped down right on top of it. But he didn’t stay there long.

A second later he reached for you and carefully pulled you against his body. Making sure he wasn’t making the cramps worse by moving you too much.

After you were safely tucked against his chest, he grabbed the heating pad and softly placed it on your lower stomach again before wrapping his strong arm around you. “I´m sorry we can´t have the evening we planned,” you mumbled, the warmth of his body as well as the one coming from the heating pad making you sleepy immediately.

“Don’t worry about it, älskling,” William whispered and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You just rest, we have all the time in the world.��

+1. When the time was finally right

The tension had been building the entire day.

When you woke up to William was placing soft but urgent kisses to the back of your neck but he had to get up to get ready for morning skate.

When he came back, he saw you in the kitchen, only wearing one of his shirts because you couldn’t motivate yourself to leave the bed until shortly before he came back.

He had toyed with the rim of the shirt before rubbing his hands over your bare back, sending shivers down your spine. But he had to stop himself again to get into his pre-game routine.

You cooked him his pre-game meal while he eyed you up and down sitting at one of the barstools on your kitchen counter.

You did the same thing to him when he appeared from his closed dressed in a black suit. You bitt your lip at the sight of him, imagining taking the suit off him later.

After the game, that luckily ended with the Leafs taking home the victory, you barely made it through the door before both of you finally snapped.

He kissed you with urgency. Dropping his keys and his phone on the tray next to the door carelessly, ripping your purse from where it was hanging on your shoulder, dropping it mindlessly on the floor before he attacked your neck.

Slowly but determined he moved you to the bedroom and shut the door behind you, not wanting to risk the dogs interrupting.

Sometimes they had no concept of personal space.

He set you on the bed with ease and took a step back. Your breath was shallow as you watched him with a playful gleam in your eyes.

His gaze was glued to you as you got up, hips swaying as you approached him. “What are you doing?” His voice stained.

“My turn to make up for all the times we´ve been interrupted,” you murmured.

You could see his jaw tighten as you tugged down his slacks, them pooling in a chaotic huddle at his feet. You licked your lips, eyes trained on his dick staining behind his boxers.

You moved your hand between the two of you to rest against him, grazing the outline with teasing strokes.

He inhaled deeply, clearly fighting to stay composed. You knew the last thing he wanted to do was lose control before you had even put your mouth on him. But at the same time, you knew that it was so hard to maintain it when your skilled fingers were intent on torturing him with every stroke.

You slowly dragged his boxers down and looked up at him, touching his abs beneath the dress shirt he was still wearing. “Off,” you commanded. He quickly obeyed and started to undo the buttons, top to bottom, tossing it off to the side.

He watched intently as you wrapped your hands around his dick and let out a hiss when you gave it a gentle squeeze. Moving your hand up and down unhurried, in steady strokes.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You lifted your hooded eyes to meet his as you lean forward wrapping your warm mouth around it. Winding his fingers through your hair you knew his eyes were rolling back. Keeping the motion up for a few minutes, never going to quick but always going steady, you heard him hiss out soft sounds of pleasure.

A groan when you abruptly stopped, tracing his dick with your fingertips. A low hum rumbled in his chest, his restraint slipping with every second that passed.

You ran your tong along his dick again, this time applying pressure to the vein. He let out a guttural groan when you swirled your tongue around the crown and back down. “You look so pretty on your knees,” he breathed out.

He entertained your game for another few seconds before stepping back and lifting you off the ground. “Get out of these clothes.”

“You have two hands, Will, use them,” you teased him. “You better watch it, I´m in charge now.” Goosebumps shivered down your spine at the thought.

He tugged your top over your head and dropped it to the floor, right next to his dress shirt. His hands were back on you within seconds, unclasping your bra.

You had to suppress a groan when your breasts spring free but there wasn’t much time to think about it because he pulled your pants down until they pooled at your ankles like his did just minutes before.

You let out a sharp exhale when he started to trace lazy circles on your thighs. His fingers reached your panties, slowly dragging them down you grabbed his shoulders to keep your balance.

His ocean-blue eyes sparkled at the sight of you naked.

Grabbing your hand, he brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “God, you´re perfect like this,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. The tender action a strong contrast to the heated atmosphere of the room.

You smirked at him, climbing onto the bed and crawling into the middle. Spreading open your legs.

The mattress dipped as he joined you, hovering above you for a second, taking everything in before he leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. “I´ve been waiting to do this.”

“Will,” the nickname falling from your lips like a prayer. You knew there´s hardly anything better for him than to have you at his mercy.

He takes a hold of his dick, solid as granite, looking like it was aching to be inside you. He guided the tip into your pussy, a hiss leaving your mouth as you clenched around it.

“You can take it, we both know you can,” he whispered against your ear, placing another soft kiss to your forehead.

Once he was fully inside, he didn’t waste a second before starting to snap his hips in a steady rhythm. You meeting him eagerly with every single thrust. Loud moans you were holding back many times when others were around finally being set free.

“Damn, älskling, you feel so good. You were just made to take me.” His voice was hoarse. Another loud moan left your mouth.

His tongue dances along the seam of your lips, groaning when you opened you mouth to let him in. Sealing his mouth over yours in a possessive kiss, the taste of the both of you mixed sweet on your tongue.

You moaned against his lips when he picked up the pace even more. “I can feel you´re almost there, baby,” he grunted.

“God, yes,” you mewled.

He reached down and rolled your clit with his thumb, and soon enough you were both barreling towards your releases.

Pleasure surged through you as you unraveled below him.

He held you tight as you rode out your orgasms together, nuzzling his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent as he carefully eased out of you.

“I´ll be right back,” he said with a kiss to your temple.

He returned moments later with a washcloth, knowing if he would clean you up now it would have to wait until tomorrow and neither of you wanted you to sleep like that.

After making sure you were all set, he climbed back into bed behind you and pulled you against his chest. Silence lingers as you laid wrapped up in each other’s arms, a soft smile spreading on your lips as he looked down on you.

“Worth getting interrupted all the other times we tried to do this?” You huffed. “I love your brother and your teammates but no.” He let out one of his signature laughs and pulled you even closer into his chest.

“I´ll make sure they´ll leave us alone a little more often.”

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