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taasgirl · 4 months

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say something pt 1.

summary: although playing for the same club, pedri and y/n cannot stand the thought of being around each other. enemies to lovers for all my girlies out there - i got u

a/n: not proofread and all in english + more installments coming soon!!

"I told you I can't go out." Salma hadn't stopped bothering me about some party with the men's team. I had so much school to catch up on.

"Come on don't be a party pooper. You study every night and train every day." I spun my chair to face my laptop. "Seriously Y/N, it's only one night." Rolling my eyes, I continued writing my paper.

I had been at university for the past year or so, while simultaneously playing football. For Barcelona. I know, pinch me moment. But I was so determined to graduate high school, and get a degree. I wasn't going to let anything stop me.

Even if it was my dream profession.

The coaches and staff at Barcelona were very understanding, however they weren't too happy when I had to leave training early for lectures.

But I guess I make up for it, I'm the league's top goal scorer, currently on 21 in 9 games. A feat slightly unbelievable to my lecturers and classmates - they think it's insane that someone 'famous' would even bother with university, but I love journalism. Something about writing is so me. Especially topics that I love.

"Don't be a bum Y/N." Truth is, I really wanted to go, but I had already agreed to help one of my classmates with some work.

"I'm supposed to be studying with Alex." Salma instantly spun me around. "The hot one?" I didn't respond.

Alex and I had our fair share of flirty kisses and almost intimate moments, with Salma being our first and only 'fan'. Seriously her words not mine.

"Well bring him then. You two should loosen up. Literally everyone will be bringing a plus one." Now that would actually be a good idea, but he seemed like he really needed my help, and lucky for me, he didn't want to bother me so it would all be through facetime. I could study in the comfort of my bed, in my pyjamas.

"Sorry Sal, you have fun but I'm staying back." She scoffed, this happened a lot, she'd invite me, I'd reject, and then say, "You look really hot though."

"Wait so what did you write about?" I would be lying if I said this wasn't awkward. We had hooked up a few times, and yet each time we spoke to each other it was just as awkward as the last. The term 'friends with benefits' was definitely not applicable to us.

"Umm, mine's just about some of my teammates. You know, sports injuries and that sort of stuff." He smiled when I spoke.

"It's so cool knowing you." Awkward silence soon followed. "Hey uh, I'd really like to take you out. To dinner maybe? You know, when you're not busy being a professional and all that." Well I can't really reject the guy who's made me orgasm multiple times.

"Yeah sure. I'm sure we could go out after class one day." Yeah I was not going to go out with him.

After a few hours of studying with Alex I got a call from Salma. "Hey Alex, I'm getting a call, I'll message you later." Hanging up our facetime, answered Salma's call.

"How's hot boy? Have you fucked yet." She was slurring her words. Definitely off her face drunk. "Hey is this Y/N?" I replied to the voice, one of a man's. "Listen we need you to come pick Salma up, she's drunk." The boy on the other side of the phone said it almost annoyed.

"Who is this?" Immediately he replied, "Pedri. Now can you hurry? I'm sending over the address." The notification popped up on my phone, she was at a club downtown.

"I can't." Pedri didn't speak. I knew him from our minimal media interactions, but other than that, he had a reputation as a dickhead fuck boy. "What do you mean you can't?" Because I was so preoccupied with school and work, I never had the time to get my license.

"I can't drive, I don't have a license." I could almost hear him roll his eyes.

"Are you serious? How do you expect her to get home?" He was clearly pissed off. "Maybe be a gentleman and drive her home?" He groaned, obviously unwilling to do so.

"Don't put her in a cab. Drive her home, here I'm sending you the address." As soon as he received my message through Sal's phone he hung up. What a dickhead.

After about fifteen minutes, I heard loud banging at my door. Rushing over, Salma practically fell in my arms. "Y/N you won't believe the night I had." She needed to sleep, we needed to be at training by 6 tomorrow for fitness testing. I have no idea why she'd pick tonight as the time to get wasted.

"Thank you Pedri, I'll see you tomorrow." As I went to shut the door, he stuck his foot in, pushing the door wide.

"So I leave a party with beautiful women to drop your lightweight friend off, and you don't even offer me a glass of water?" His tone was condescending, as he followed me through our apartment.

"Yeah well, sorry for ruining your night." As I helped Salma into her bed, he leaned on her doorframe. "You know usually when I take a girl home it doesn't end like this." He smiled, that kind of dickhead-fuckboy smile. I didn't respond, walking under his arm as I made my way to the front door. I opened my wallet and handed him €10. "For the petrol, now please leave." I pushed the money against his chest as he scoffed. "I don't need your money." He looked me up and down. "See you later Y/N."

Salma and I successfully made our way to the Barcelona grounds, a round of water and plenty of bread slowly sobered her up.

"So how was your date with sexy classmate." I smacked her lightly. "Awkward as fuck. You'd think that someone who's seen me naked plenty of times would know how to talk to me, but I guess not." We walked past the front desk. "Morning. And it wasn't a date, just a study session."

Making our way to the changerooms, I made eye contact with a certain somebody. That certain somebody came over to us. "What do you want?" He looked at me puzzled, in a dismissive way. "Oh I'm not here to talk to you." He diverted his gaze to Salma. "You were quite the partier last night." She smiled at him, I have no idea how.

"We gotta go. Bye Pedri." I pulled Salma away from him. "You're literally gay stop making eyes at him." She looked at me as we sped walked through the hallway. "Doesn't mean a girl can't look." I rolled my eyes. I can't take this girl seriously sometimes.

By the time we had made it out to the field, everyone could tell that Sal was hungover. She wasn't hitting anywhere near her top speed and was very slow at our reaction training games.

Jonatan pulled her aside, and soon enough, she was escorted inside by our assistant coach. "Bring it in girls." I stood next to Lucy as Jonatan began a speech.

"It has come to my attention that there was a party last night." The girls began looking around at each other. "And I understand that you are young and want to have fun, but when alcohol or even drugs are involved, it becomes a problem for the club." Lucy looked down at me.

"I need you to all be aware of what you're doing. You are professional footballers, and now is not the time to be partying let alone drinking." The girls started to whisper to each other.

"And I especially need you to look after the kids here. They're young and vulnerable. If you see them in a less than ideal situation, you need to help them out." Jonatan didn't raise his voice, one of the reasons why he has been my favourite coach. "Now get back out there."

Training was tense, and by the time we had arrived inside Salma was lying on one of the physio beds fast asleep. "Sal are you alright?" She groaned, covering her face. "Lucy said she'd drive you home, but I really need to get to class." I gave her a quick hug before I headed for the showers and prepared myself before class.

It's hard being a student-athlete, or an athlete-student depending on how you look at it. As I left the building I saw Gavi standing outside.

"Hey Pablo." He turned around, immediately hugging me. Gavi was my first friend here in Barca when I joined the academy, and although we haven't kept in contact as much, I still consider him one of my best friends.

"Looking good Y/N. You off to school?" I nodded, signalling to my laptop bag clutched in my hand. "You're seriously the hardest worker I know." After a short conversation a car pulled up to the kerb. A short honk alerted us.

"Get in Gavi. Y/N." Hey, at least he didn't dismiss me. "Can Y/N come, we just need to drop her off at the uni. It's down the road." Before I could reject Gavi's idea, Pedri spoke up. "Yeah no. Come Pablo." Gavi didn't get in the car.

"Seriously Pepi, let her come with us. It'll be a short trip." Soon enough, Pedri agreed, unlocking the back door for me.

Pedri didn't speak the entire ride, and even though it was short, I felt completely unwelcomed. By the time we had arrived on campus, Pedri drove right to the communications building. I thanked him, and stepped out of the car.

As I began to walk away from the car a familiar voice called out to me. "Y/N wait up!" Alex ran up to me, and immediately pulled me in for a hug. I could feel Pedri and Gavi's eyes on me, the car hadn't moved.

"Thanks for the help last night." We walked into the building together and found our seats.

After a boring three hour lecture, I quickly made my way down to the exit. "Y/N wait up." I spun around, facing Alex. "Is now an alright time to ask you to lunch?" I could help but blush. Now normally I would've politely declined, but I am so unbelievably hungry, so I agreed.

"As long as you're driving I'm up." He smiled and brought me to his car.

"I told you that class boy was your guy!" Sal yelled at me after being dropped home by Alex. "When you aren't preoccupied by the dick-"

"Yuck don't say that Sal!"

"It's true, see he's a good guy. Hot too."

I pushed a pillow to her face. She was really too much sometimes. We were sat on the couch, relaxing until it was time to sleep. She was telling me about this incredible girl from last night when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered it. To my surprise Pedri was standing there.

"Uh, um you left this in my car." He handed me over an unfamiliar plastic bag, but after a quick look inside, I could tell that it was my sports bra and socks from training.

"Oh yeah, um thanks." We stood there awkwardly in the frame of the door until Salma came up. "Left them in his car huh?"

Pedri immediately tried to speak but his mumbles were cut off by Salma. "Leaving your clothes in one guys car and then going out with a different guy the same day is truly boss energy." Pedri looked at me concerned.

"He and Gavi drove me to class ok, so let's get inside. Thank you Pedri, I really appre-" "Come in Pepi! Take a seat." Salma cut me off and ushered him in. Looking down at me, he made his way to my seat on the couch.

"You know what guys, I'm actually gonna head to bed." Salma pouted at me. "Come on, it's only for a few minutes." I shook my head and went into my room, grabbing my clothes so I could take a quick shower.

By the time I finished my shower, I could still hear Pedri and Salma talking. I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to my room. That was of course, until I bumped into him.

"Maybe look where you're going next time." He said to me, a look of disgust plastered on his face. "Get the fuck out of my house." He laughed.

"Yeah cause this two room apartment is a house. You seriously need to get a life." I pushed past him, opening my door. "Oh and maybe you should try and be welcoming for once. God knows it'll do you a world of good." I slammed the door after hearing his comment. I have no idea why I even gave him the time of day.

He's such a piece of shit. I'm literally a university student who also happens to be a footballer - a women's one at that. I have no choice but to live in a shitty apartment with my teammate. I don't have the type of money he has.

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part two!

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annwrites · 1 month

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exactly what he needs, pt. 2 ♡ ⋆｡˚ | pt 1 | pt3 | pt 4

— pairing: nate jacobs x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (multi-chapter)

— summary: you & nate hang out in your room (after he snoops through it right in front of you), then ask each other questions, & he dresses & does your hair before you head out to spend the evening together.

— tags: conversing, getting to know one another

— tw: sexualization, lying (nate manipulating the truth), dollification

— word count: 6.2k

— a/n: I edited this numerous times, but fucked myself over by writing part 1 in present-tense to begin with, which I'm not always great at. So, if I messed up the tenses anywhere, please ignore it. Going forward, I'll probably be publishing further installments in past-tense.

Next post will be reader & Nate going shopping & having dinner!

The next morning when you wake, it only takes a few minutes for you to remember that Nate will be there in a little less than an hour, and the nerves immediately set in.

Surely people will see you getting out of his truck. What will they think?

You shake your head. It doesn't matter. Not really, anyway. You don't much care what any one person of the student population thinks of you.

You know high school is just a blip—a very brief moment in time, where it seems like every little thing you experience can be the end of the world, but it's really all just the beginning.

People will think whatever they like. It's not your job to try and change their minds. Not that trying to do as much would work anyway.

Once you've quickly showered, dressed, pulled your hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of your way, and eaten breakfast, you don't even have time to wait by the door as Nate's truck pulls up. You quickly pull on a pair of boots and step outside, locking the door behind you.

When you look up, your stomach does a flip when you see Nate holding the passenger-side door open for you.

You walk over to him. "You don't have to get my door for me, you know."

He shrugs, taking your backpack from you, setting it in the backseat with his. "I want to."

You tell him thank you as you climb inside and he shuts the door behind you.

Once you're on the road, he's the first to break the silence. "You can listen to whatever you want on the radio."

In truth, it's a bit too early for music for you. "I'm ok."

"Did you eat already?"

You nod. "I had a bowl of cereal."

He gives a slight frown. Not a very healthy start to your day. Something full of sugar.

"Do you want me to pick you up something on the way?"

Your eyes go wide. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you, though. It's nice of you to offer."

He decides tomorrow he's bringing you breakfast, and he won't be asking for permission beforehand.

You're both silent again for a moment and the truck slows as he pulls up to a red light. He briefly wonders if you know how to drive. If not, he'd be a more than willing teacher.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you something personal. If you do, just tell me to fuck off and you don't have to answer."

You look at him. "Ok..."

The light turns green and the truck picks up speed again. "I noticed neither of your parents were home yesterday. Were they both at work?"

You grow quiet for a moment, a pregnant pause settling between the two of you as you look out the window at the passing houses.

"My dad was...is. He travels a lot for work, so he's not home much."

He nods, deeming it good news, at least for him. "And your mom?"

You're quiet for even longer this time. Then, "I've never met her."

Minus Lexi, you've already divulged more to him in that short sentence than you have to anyone else at East Highland.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He's not sure that he means it. He despises both of his parents and, if anything, in this moment, is envious of you, due to your lack of relationship with both of yours.

You shrug. "It's fine."

He wants more than just 'it's fine'. He wants to know more, as it's clear it's something which bothers you. He wants you to give him emotional vulnerability for just a moment. Something he can use in the future to work his way in closer to you.

"Do you know anything about her?"

You shake your head. "My dad refuses to talk about her. After a few fights when I was younger where I tried to get him to, I gave up. It's probably for the best. She made her choice, and I think me knowing anything about her would just make things...more difficult. My life, I mean."

Even if you still felt like you were chasing shadows sometimes.

He nods. If nothing else, it's one less person he'll have to go through to be with you. Two less, from the sound of things.

Finally, he turns into the school parking lot, taking his usual spot and he shuts the truck off.

"I'll get your door for you," he states before getting out.

You unbuckle yourself, not sure what to think of his insistence with the whole door thing. It just doesn't seem to be something men much concern themselves with anymore—getting a girl's door for her—at least not teenage boys, that is. But perhaps he's different. Maybe it's just the way he was raised.

Nate opens your door and grabs his backpack, sliding it over his shoulders, then grabbing yours as well.

You get out and go to take it from him, but he continues holding it.

"Turn around."

Your brows furrow for a moment, but do as he's asked. You quickly realize what he's doing and adjust your arms as he slides your bag onto your back. He's really going the extra mile to be a gentleman, you think.

Once the truck's doors are closed and he's locked the vehicle, he places his hand against the small of your back as you walk into school together.

You look perfectly calm on the outside, but on the inside, your anxiety levels are rising with each pair of eyes turning your and Nate's way.

When you spot Lexi, the look on her face is nothing short of bewildered. Next to her sits Cassie, who's fuming.

You're torn away from looking in their direction by Nate coming to stand in front of you. "See you in third period."

You nod and give him a small smile, going to sit with Lexi, despite Cassie giving you that same glare from yesterday. A worse one, really.

"What the hell was that?" Lexi asks, her tone full of concern as you sit down beside her, setting your bag on the table.

"Nothing. He just drove me to school, that's all."

"And home," Cassie says, voice full of malice.

Lexi looks from her sister, then back to you. "The two of you are not hooking up."

You flush. "No. He just gave me a ride, that's all."

"Ok, but why would he do that? The two of you never talk. You're not even friends."

You do your best to ignore Cassie's unsettling stare.

"I'm just—" You immediately shut your mouth. You should've thought further ahead, should've thought about what excuse you would give people when they inevitably ask why the two of you are hanging out all of a sudden.

Nate asked you to keep it a secret and you aren't about to betray his confidence. If you do, you're sure he'll fail and never bother asking for help again.

"Just what?" Lexi prods.

"We're just hanging out. It's not a big deal. I promise."

Suddenly, Cassie stands, angrily grabbing her bag, jerking it off the table and storming away.

Lexi rolls her eyes. "Just ignore her. I don't know why she's still hung up on him, anyway. He treated her like crap." She shifts in her seat, facing fully toward you now. "What I can believe even less, however, is the fact you're giving him the time of day. He's an asshole. He was abusive toward Maddy and wanted to keep screwing Cassie so long as she kept it a secret. He uses people, Y/N."

Abusive? You knew he and Maddy had argued quite a bit, but nothing that severe.

"What do you mean by abusive?"

She shrugs. "I don't know much, since she and Cassie obviously aren't friends anymore. But I know a good portion of it, at least, was emotional. Maybe verbal, too. Then again, I don't think she was any better." Lexi glances behind you, and you don't dare turn around, now worried the subject of your conversation is who she's looking at. "She gives as good as she gets."

Once the school day is over and you go to drop off your books at your locker, you find Nate leaning up against it.

He smiles when he sees you and you give him a shy smile in return.

You put your things away, then look to Nate.

In truth, what Lexi told you had gotten to you a bit. You try to tell yourself that it's all nothing more than hearsay, and you're only tutoring—not dating him—so whatever had occurred between he and Maddy and Cassie is none of your concern.

"You ready?"

You nod, and, just like this morning, he places his hand firmly against your back.

Once you're in his truck, you notice Maddy staring at you today, just a few cars away. She and Kat are both looking in your direction, Maddy clearly getting worked up and Kat obviously trying to calm her down, and your eyes widen when she begins heading in Nate's direction.

Before she can reach him, however, he gets in the truck and pulls out of the lot, leaving her standing there, staring after the two of you.

You're glad whatever was about to happen has just been avoided.

Over the next week, you and Nate go to your house every day after school to study. You gradually get to know more about one another, like you learning he has a brother—which you'd somehow managed to forget over the years—and he tells you how passionate he is about personal fitness, something to which you don't much relate.

It'd been abundantly clear since day one that he dislikes his father. But that dislike—even if he talks about him very little—clearly, somewhere along the way, became loathing. It's all in the tone he uses, the language he uses when he's brought up.

But the thing that always seems to calm him—make him happier—is talking about you.

He asks you every question in the book: favorite food, color, flower, song, type of music, art, what you want to be when you graduate, the kind of house you want to live in. The list is endless.

And then the day came when he asked to see your room, with you standing awkwardly in the doorway as he surveys every inch.

He starts with your bed, your fluffy white comforter with small pink flowers printed across it, and your plethora of pillows. And then he notices the small brown teddy bear leaned back against said pillows. He briefly picks it up, smirking to himself, then looking at you.

“Do you sleep with this?”

Your face goes blood-red. “Y-yes.”

He studies it for a moment longer, making a mental note to one day buy you one himself, wanting you to sleep with one that’s come from him instead.

In truth, while you think about you sleeping with a stuffed animal as embarrassing—at least for another person to now know about—it’s a major fucking turn-on for him. You’re that innocent that you still sleep with a teddy.

He sets it back down, throwing a “that’s very sweet” your way before moving on to your bookshelves.

Not that he’s read or heard of the grand majority of the novels you have, he can tell by the titles and covers alone that they’re all either romance or fantasy. He supposes he understands that: you trying to escape through stories. Stories where you can go somewhere else, be someone else. Have a new family, new friends.

And then he thinks it incredibly sad—just how lonely you are.

It’s not like he isn’t already aware of it, because he is—has became more and more so as the last week has gone on. Everyday he’s come to your house it’s been empty. But to see your shelves crammed full of books—your one attempt at escaping into a better life—he vows in that moment to start working faster at bringing the two of you together into a relationship.

You need him.

You like stories about princesses trapped in towers and white knights coming to save them? Then that’s exactly what he’ll be for you. He’ll rescue you from the lonely hell you’re living in and give himself to you fully. He’ll dedicate all of his time that he can to you. And he plans to spoil you fucking rotten.

He looks over the various trinkets you have set on—and on top of—those shame shelves. Porcelain figurines of unicorns and cats, a small jeweled crown, some candles and a few faux plants.

He turns back to you. “Which one is your favorite?”

You shift nervously from one foot to the other. “The Lord of the Rings, actually. I…I really like Éowyn and Faramir’s story.”

He nods.

He’s never watched the movies, and has obviously never read the book, so he makes a mental note to at least do some reading on the characters you’ve mentioned to understand you better.

He then looks over your entertainment center and the small collection of DVDs you have alphabetically organized in one of the cubbies. Beauty and the Beast, Ever After, Stardust, The Last Unicorn, The Princess Bride, among a few others.

He then steps over to your closet and pulls the doors open without even asking your permission first.

You don’t much react to him doing so, supposing that everything in there you’ve worn to school at some point anyway.

He’s met with skirts and sweaters and dress blouses. Another thing he’s going to have to change—your wardrobe. It isn’t exactly “frumpy”, but it isn’t feminine enough for his taste, either. He wants your clothes to reflect who you truly are. Sun and baby doll dresses, and tennis skirts with the right pretty tops will suit you far better. Sandals and delicate flats. Your hair curled and actually down for once, perhaps with a bow in it. And he’ll buy you a few nice pieces of expensive jewelry as well. Maybe take you on a shopping trip to Tiffany one day.

He closes the doors in front of him.

What he really wants is to go through not just your bedside table, but also the top drawers of your dresser. He's curious if you've ventured into the territory of lingerie and sex-toys yet. And if so, what your preferences are.

He doesn't like to imagine you using more than a vibrator on your clit to get yourself to orgasm. As for lingerie, he doubts that you own any, but he often pictures you in lacy panties and pastel teddy nightgowns.

He adds such things to his mental shopping list of things to one day buy you.

Speaking of orgasms, however, he'd come thinking of you nearly every night for the past week.

He imagined you on his bed, naked, your pussy soaked for him, your legs spread wide as he teased you until you were begging for him to put himself inside of you.

He imagined all the things he'd teach you in bed, sure that you're inexperienced.

And only after you promised him that you're his—belonged to him and wanted no one and nothing else but him—did he finally join your two bodies together.

Finally, he sits on the edge of your bed. He then glances to the chair which hangs from the ceiling in the back left corner of your room, directly facing where he now sits.

You walk over, sitting in it.

He then lays back on your bed, feet still planted firmly on the floor, arms folded behind his head—God, he’s so tall.

“Do you not get lonely here?” He asks, turning his head to look at you.

You lift one of your socked-feet onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your bent knee. You shrug.

He shakes his head. “Don’t do that.”

Your brows furrow. “Do what?”

“Act like you being left alone all the time doesn’t matter. It matters; you matter.”

You remain quiet. Then, “I’m used to it. I like being alone.”

He refuses to believe that, knows it’s bullshit.

You’d only spent a week together, and only a little over an hour every day at that, but it’d not taken but a couple of days for you to—at times—talk his ear off. At one point, it’d nearly gotten on his last nerve, until his stomach dropped and heart broke when he realized why: how fucking long had it been since you’d had someone—anyone—to really talk to? Someone who bothered to truly listen? How long had you stayed silent, withdrawing further and further into yourself, until you’d built up an entire fantasy world within your mind and soul, which became your new reality?

And so he promised to himself—and mentally to you—that he’d never, even if it were true—tell you he doesn’t care what you have to say. He won’t be just one more person to hurt and let you down. Just like he knows you won’t be as much to him.

You’re good for him. He could tell as much from the first day he spoke to you.

He stares at you for a moment, making you squirm. “I don’t believe that.”

“Ok.” You don’t particularly feel like arguing. He can believe whatever he wishes.

He frowns. He dislikes that you don’t seem to much care what his opinion of you is. He supposes it’s a strange dichotomy. Going from Cassie who, it was all she cared about, to you, who clearly can’t care less.

“You’re really telling me that talking to barely anyone at school, except occasionally Lexi, and being alone in this house all the time doesn’t ever get to you?”

You shrug. “It’s just what I’m used to.”

In all the talking to him you’d done over the past week, all of it had been surface-level. About history or the new book you were reading, or something you’d read in a news article. None of it was actually truly about you.

If his plan to get in deeper with you—to know you like no other person on the planet does—is going to work, then you need to give him more.

“What if it wasn’t?”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs, looking up to the ceiling. “What if we started hanging out more often than just when we study after school? We could text or something, too.”

You appreciate his being concerned for you, you think it really kind of him. Even if makes you the least bit uncomfortable. You tell yourself it’s simply because it’s something you’re not used to: someone showing genuine concern for you.

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

He looks at you again. “You wouldn’t be. I like spending time with you.”

You’re not sure how to respond, so you just say thanks.

“I feel like for the last week I’ve done nothing but ask you questions about yourself. Is there anything you want to know about me?”

He’ll never admit it, but your lack of interest in him hurts his feelings. It makes him feel like you aren’t nearly as attracted to him as he is to you.

“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He smirks. So that’s why. Always so fucking considerate; his sweet girl.

“You won’t.”

You think for a moment. The things you really want to ask him about are too personal this early on (even if you’d told yourself such things were none of your business, you can’t help wanting answers). Like why he despises his dad so much, and what happened with him and Maddy and Cassie. And what happened at that New Year’s party which landed him in the hospital?

You start smaller. “What made you want to play football?”

He considers giving you some bullshit answer—which will seem a plausible enough explanation—and giving you the actual truth. Finally, he decides on both. “It gives me something to do, for one. A reason to push myself harder. It gives me something to focus on. And football is a contact sport. So when I’m pissed off, I finally have something to take it out on.”

“Like when you’re angry with your dad?”

He grows silent.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

He shakes his head. “It’s ok. It’s not like I’ve exactly been subtle about my dislike of him.”

He doesn’t elaborate further than that.

“So…what’s your favorite color?”

He laughs. “I don’t know. Black, I guess.”

Somehow it seems fitting for him.

He looks at you, able to read you. “But that’s not the kind of question you want to be asking, is it?”

“I don’t want to overstep boundaries.”

He leans up on one elbow. “Then how about we make it fair? You ask me one actually personal question, and then I ask you one. And we both have to answer. No matter what. As soon as one of us refuses to, I head home.”

You think about it for a moment, worried about the sorts of things he may ask, but you have an out. “Deal.”

He smiles. “Alright, ladies first.”

“Will you tell me what happened during New Year’s?”

He sits up fully then. “Fezco smashed a bottle over my head, then beat me within an inch of my life. He got the upper hand immediately by doing what he did with the liquor bottle. He almost fucking killed me, all for a worthless druggy.”

Your brows furrow. “Who?”

“Rue went to him with some made-up story about me harassing her and some friend of hers online. When in reality I want nothing to do with her. So then he threatened to kill me and finally fucking tried to.”

“Why would she do something like that?” It feels like he isn’t giving you the whole story. He’s laid out the edges of a puzzle, but is withholding the middle.

He shrugs. “She’s a drug addict, how should I know?”

Before you can reply, can think of a polite way to say: so what’s the real story here, he takes his turn.

“How come we were never friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’ve known each other since we were five-years-old. We grew up together, have known each other for over a decade now. And only in the last week have we really finally talked, or spent any amount of time together.”

You lean back in your seat. “Well, just because you grow up with someone doesn’t mean that fact has to serve as some prerequisite to becoming best friends or something. Sometimes people, even from a young age, just don’t click. You were always running around on the playground, playing sports with others. I was always sitting off to the side and reading or coloring or playing with toys. I guess you were just more outgoing than me.”

“You know what they say: opposites attract.”

You tell yourself he’s just referring to friendship.

He lays back again. “Well, it may’ve only taken eleven years, but we’re friends now. I just… I just wonder what things might’ve been like had it happened sooner.” He sighs, then, “Your turn again.”

To an extent, you wonder that, too. Mostly just what it would’ve been like to have a best friend for that long.

“What happened between you, Maddy, and Cassie?”

“Not going to give me an easy one, huh?”

You let out a small laugh.

“Me and Maddy had been together since sophomore year. I guess we just grew comfortable with one another, even if we weren’t always happy. Even if it wasn’t always healthy. It didn’t start out toxic. We were happy at first. For awhile. A long while. But she just…it was like she wasn’t pleased unless we were fighting and then making up.

“It was just a constant cycle of her beating me down, then trying to build me back up again through sex. She just…she made me feel like shit about myself. As both her boyfriend and a man. It was like it wasn’t bad enough: the shit I dealt with at home with my dad. She just had to become one more problem in my life that I was forced to deal with.

“I’d hoped that if I loved her hard enough, if I gave her enough, she’d love me back the way I wanted to be loved. The way I loved her. Turns out I was just a fucking idiot.”

Tears sting your eyes. You feel so sorry for him. To be so young and to have already known an emotionally abusive relationship was heartbreaking. It was one reason why you refused to date at such a young age. You were all too young to understand yourselves, nevermind another person. Not in the context of loving and taking care of them, at least. You all were barely even fully-formed people yet.

So that was what Lexi had been referring to before. Just like everything, there were always two sides.

“And Cassie?” You ask, softly.

A muscle in his jaw feathers. “Just a giant fucking mistake. We first hooked up a couple weeks after Maddy and I had broken up…again. It happened on New Year’s Eve. I just…maybe I was trying to get even for what Maddy had done to me at the beginning of the school year—fucking a guy in the pool at McKay’s house—right in front of everyone.

"And then we hung out more, and at first I thought she was different. Maybe better for me. Until she started blowing up my phone with hundreds of calls and texts, screaming one night in my room about how crazy she was, how she’d never let me be with anyone else. How she was better for me than all the rest.”

Your brows raise. That unhinged? Cassie had always seemed so sweet and demure to you. But you’d also hardly ever been around her outside of school.

And dating—being in relationships—seemed to sometimes bring out the worst in people. Facets they themselves didn’t even know they had.

“I’m sorry, Nate. I never knew Cassie was so…” You trail off, until he fills in the rest for you.

“Psychotic?”

You laugh. “I wasn’t going to say it like that, but…” You shift legs, wrapping your arms around your other one now. “Your turn.”

He remains lying back, wanting this question to come off as something he’s casually asking. Whereas, in reality, he’ll be holding onto every word of your answer.

“Have you ever dated before?”

You feel like you suddenly want to use your out, but refrain. It’s a simple enough question, with a simple answer. “No.”

He looks over at you. “Never?”

You shake your head. “Nu-uh.”

His brows raise. He’d never known you to have a boyfriend before, but until recently he’d not exactly kept tabs on you.

It surprises him.

“Have you never kissed anyone or had sex?” He prays the answer to both is no. Also hopes you don’t cut his questioning you short.

You’re quiet for a moment, the two of you just staring at one another. Until, finally, you decide to answer. “No. And I’m not ashamed to say it. Not having done either of those things is a choice, just like having done them is as well.”

He sits up, hunching over to try and hide the erection he can feel forming.

No one has ever been inside of you—not in your mouth, not in your pussy, and not in your ass. Another pair of lips have never even touched your own, another tongue has never tasted you. Another pair of eyes has never explored your lovely naked body.

He wants to know what you do, then, to satiate yourself when the mood strikes. Do you rub at your clit until you come? Do you finger yourself—he wonders if your hymen is still intact? Do you bunch a pillow up between your legs, humping it until you've finished and the case is soaked? Or do you take and rub your teddy against your wet, needy pussy until you’re sore and can’t take it anymore?

God he wants to know what you fucking taste like. Wants to feel your fingers in his hair as he goes down on you. Needs to know what your perfect pussy feels like around his cock.

But he knows it’s too soon for any of that. For you, at least.

“That’s not something to be ashamed of. Not nowadays. You should be proud of yourself for having held out this long. I admire it.”

You shrug. “It’s not that hard to do.”

He smirks. “That’s because you’ve never done it before. Once you’ve been with someone in that way…giving up that kind of intimacy is difficult.”

You think any kind of intimacy must be hard to let go of after having it. Whether it’s emotional, intellectual, physical…sexual. Maybe it’s one more reason you keep most people at arm’s-length. If you never let anyone in, then you’ll never have to worry about losing them.

You clear your throat. “My turn.”

He lays back again.

“Can I ask about your dad?”

He flexes his jaw. “What about him?”

“Why do you hate him so much?”

There’s a long pause and then he finally sits up. “I guess it’s time for me to go.”

You plant both of your feet on the floor, now sitting on the edge of your swing-chair. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry. I was just curious. Since he always seems so…perfect, you hating him, I guess, is just a source of confusion for me. Then again, maybe that perfection is the source of it: your hate. I don’t know.”

“That’s part of it. But not all.” And that’s all the answer he’s willing to give you.

Letting onto his hate for his father in the first place was a mistake. But that loathing sometimes seeped out. And he feels like he can be honest with you. He trusts you. So, sometimes he lets go a little. That lid he keeps so tightly screwed slips loose sometimes in your presence.

He stands and you fill with guilt.

You’d gone too far. You’d known better—that asking about his father would end up being a mistake—but you’d brought him up anyway. And now you’d ruined the day.

“You really don’t have to leave. We can talk about something else?”

He pretends to consider that for a moment. When in reality, he’s all too-pleased that you’re so eager for him to stay.

Then, he steps over to you, standing in front of your seat, towering over you as you look up at him. He briefly thinks that this would be a perfect position for the both of you to be in as you take him into your mouth.

Then, he kneels down. One week was all it had taken for you to bring him to his knees.

He reaches up, grabbing either of the ropes the chair hangs from from on either side of you. “It’s Friday.”

You smile nervously. “That’s very observant of you.”

He smiles, letting out a small chuckle. “I just mean that it’s only four o’ clock; still early. We could go do something together.”

He begins to lightly swing you, just barely.

“Like what?” You ask quietly.

He shrugs. “Whatever you want. I could take you to dinner, take you shopping. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, even if you just want to drive around.”

You don’t know how to respond to his offer. “You don’t have anywhere else you need to be?”

“Not at all.” He wants so desperately to touch you, but he sees you like a newborn fawn, easily frightened; skittish. So he refrains. For now at least.

You glance to the set of glass doors beside the two of you which lead into your backyard. At the sun still high in the sky and tree branches blowing lightly in the wind. And then you look back to Nate, seeing no good reason to waste such a beautiful day cooped up inside.

“Okay.”

He smiles. “Good.” He stands, offering you his hand.

You take it, doing the same. “I’ll just be a minute, I need to change again. Don’t really want to go out in sweats.”

He nods, going to leave, then stops by your closet. He pulls the doors open and you watch as he pulls out a light-pink sundress, then turns back to you, holding it out in your direction.

“You don’t have to wear it, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it on you at school before. Just thought it might look nice.”

You gently take the dress from him.

He speaks before you can tell him no. “I’ll be waiting in the living room. Take your time.”

Once the door has shut behind him, you look down at the dress in your hands, then at the things you usually wear—the clothes you feel most comfortable in—beckoning you from your closet.

While you dress, Nate leans back on the couch, hoping you wear what he’s picked out for you. In truth, he wants to dress every inch of you. He wants to do your hair, your makeup—even if you never wear any. He wants to pick out a cute matching pair of lingerie for you—so only he knows what’s under your clothes—your shoes, your jewelry, even your perfume.

He isn’t sure why it means so much to him—perhaps it’s just another thing he feels the need to have control over. He wants you to look nice. He knows you’re capable of matching his ideal picture of what he wants you to be in his head.

When you finally emerge from your bedroom fifteen minutes later—you’d spent half of that time sitting on your bed considering putting the dress away—he’s left speechless.

You’d put on the dress, along with a cute pair of sandals, your toes already painted a pleasant shade of pink, which just so happens to match the item you’re now wearing. And between your breasts hangs a necklace.

You stand in the entryway awkwardly, one of your hands clutching your other arm. “I feel ridiculous,” you whisper, your face red.

He stands, coming to position himself in front of you. “You look beautiful.”

You’re surprised by his response. Wearing something which shows off so much of your body makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

You’d considered putting on a cardigan to cover your arms, but it’s almost ninety-degrees outside. So you decided against it.

He reaches around to the base of your ponytail, his thumb, index and middle finger gripping your hairband. “May I?” He asks, looking down at you.

You feel dumbstruck by the sensation of the base of your hair in his grip, so you just nod.

He gently pulls the band free, your hair falling over your shoulders and down your back, coming to rest just above your ass.

He’s never seen hair as long as yours before. Why the hell do you keep it up all the time?

He flexes his hand, the holder now firmly around his wrist and he reaches up with both of his hands, running his fingers through your soft hair, massaging your scalp as he styles it.

You just stare up at him, his face the picture of concentration as his fingers work against your head, through your long strands of hair. Your eyelids droop just a bit out of the feeling of relaxation that comes over you, goosebumps rising on your arms.

Nate takes note of that, as well as the quiet whimper in the back of your throat as his fingers brush against the base of your neck for just a moment. He likes that you like the way he’s touching you. He wants to know what other places his fingers and hands could explore that would get him similar results.

Finally, once he deems your hair presentable to his personal satisfaction, half of it falling down your back, the other half split evenly over both of your shoulders, he slips one hand into his pocket, the other coming to rest under your chin, making you look up at him again.

He feels blood rush to his cock at the flushed, lax look on your face as your hooded eyes stare up into his own.

“Why don’t you wear your hair down more often? It looks very pretty like this.”

“It gets in my way,” you state, your voice now having a dreamy quality to it.

He really likes you like this. All soft and submissive and dressed how he likes. He wants you wrapped around his finger sooner rather than later. Completely his in every single fucking way imaginable.

Today will be one step closer to getting that future.

He deems what you’ve said a good enough answer, but he knows you’ll have to get used to it. Your hair being down suits you far better than it being up.

He steps away, walking over to the door, holding it open for you.

Once you’ve locked it behind you, he holds open the passenger side door of his truck for you, same as always, shutting it firmly once you’re inside.

#fic: euphoria (nate jacobs x reader)#nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs imagine #euphoria x reader

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That Time I Hooked Up With A Tumblr Mutual

Ok. Let me start by saying this is not a callout post, and this should be read as a humorous story, with some takeaway lessons at the end. Please enjoy my story of my weird ass encounter with a Tumblr mutual.

Part 1: The Backstory

Alight so boom. I had just returned home from a trip where I met a different Tumblr mutual. That trip was great but didn't end up going to plan, so long story short, ya girl was horny. I had never really had a one-night-stand or sought out a solely sexual hookup, so I started thinking maybe I could try it out, see how I like it. And through the sheer power of manifestation, that opportunity presented itself.

I was scrolling Tumblr and one of my mutuals posted asking if anyone was in (my area) and wanted to hang out. Mind you, I have never spoken to this mutual before. No DMs, maybe like 1 or 2 comments through tags and that's it. But, most of my moots are far as fuck, so when I saw she was near me I was like oh ayo, I'm free! Why not, I had nothing else going on! So I reply, and she DMs me.

So she introduces herself, we'll call her Chicle for reasons I'll get to later in the story lmao. Anyway, she gushes a little bit, saying she's been too shy to DM me and that I'm a really cool tattoo artist mutual, I say she's cute and seems cool, and she asks if I've ever been to this particular mall. I say I have and if she wants to cruise the mall with me. She says yeah I'd love to cruise the mall and "if I like her vibe, then maybe we can do something more fun." I say I'm down, she gives me her number.

So here is what I'm envisioning. We'll meet up at the mall, walk around and talk, get to know each other, have some laughs, get a snack, it was a Friday so maybe we could go out to like a bar or go dancing, and then maybe after that, possibly make-out or even have sex! I am not opposed to having sex after a first date if I'm really vibing with the person and if we've been talking for a bit before. Girls, this is not what happened.

Part 2: The Meeting

I get ready, and I drive to the mall. I park, we text on where to meetup and I head over to the Gamestop. I see her at the counter, go up and I'm like "are you buying Pokemon cards?" She starts laughing, she says "I didn't want you to see this!" I'm laughing, I told her it's cute, she finishes paying and we walk around. Cute start and thennnn it all starts to go downhill from here.

As we are walking out of the Gamestop, a minute and thirty seconds into meeting this stranger, she wraps her arm, not around my waist...but around my ass. And pulls me close. I'm instantly uncomfortable by how close this gesture is. She starts cooing in my ear about how she's "so glad I'm not a catfish" and "if I like her vibe because she really likes mine". We met not even 5 minutes ago, I have not had time to evaluate any vibes! But anyway! She asks if she wants smoke 🍃 so I agree, and we go outside, right across from where we just were.

I get to take like 1 hit from this pen, she then steps close to me and says "I'm so glad you're real" kisses me and squeezes my ass. I again feel the need to emphasize that at this point, it has still been less than 5 minutes since we've met, and we have exchanged about 10 messages only a couple hours prior. This is a stranger to me. ANYWAY.

We go back inside, she asks if I wanna walk around, I agree. We chat for a short bit of time, before we go to the food court. I wasn't hungry, so she got some food and we sat and talked. I had made some mention about my past and she wanted to know more so I'm like "okay, I'll give you my lore while you eat" so I basically tell Chicle my life story. Afterwards, we go to walk around more and I start trying to ask her questions so I can get to know her more. It becomes very apparent that she is not interested in getting to know each other lmao. I ask what she does for work, and what she's interested in, and she tells me she's interested in getting into (something animation related) and i'm like "oh ayo, that aligns with what I do" and start trying to get more info cause i'm curious, annd I get just the shortest fucking answers. Ok.

She ends up making a comment about how I'm probably more experienced than her, and I'm like "oh really? Well how many people have you been with?" and Chicle asks "are we counting online?" Now, there is nothing necessarily wrong with this...but it does become more clear on just how "online" this person is. Anyway, she has only been with a few people, never had a partner. It becomes very clear as to why she may have never had a partner.

Part 3: Inappropriate Behavior

We are walking around the mall, stopping in a few stores to look at stuff. Chicle is walking next to me and I am still trying to invoke conversation. But Chicle is not interested in conversation, because instead, she is deliberately and blatantly staring directly at my tits. What I mean is, mid-walking, she is at my side, craning her head to the side to make it incredibly clear that that is what she is doing. I straight up ask "are you...staring at my tits?" she confirms as such, and says something about her being a dog. The dog thing will come up again.

Chicle is at different points, holding me, kissing me, and saying various suggestive things. She grabs me and whispers in my ear "do you want to go back to my room" and I nervous laugh and say "uhhh, we'll see!" At another point, she says "you're so small, you want me to manhandle you and throw you around?" and I again nervous laugh. We're like in Hot Topic, and she start trying to makeout with me and grabbing my ass and says "you're making me so hard"(we'll put a pin in that) and I push her away and say "not in public". I can do a little PDA but this is a lot, and at this point I have known her for about 40 minutes, maybe an hour.

Continuing on, as we're walking through this crowded mall, she drapes her arm over my shoulder and starts grabbing my boob and trying to pinch my nipples, which I immediately pull away from and again say "not in public". Chicle again says "do you wanna get out of here and go back to my room" and I'm questioning what exactly she means, because the phrasing is a little weird. "what do you mean 'your room'?" and she says "I have a hotel room" so I'm a little confused cause I thought she lived in the area. She does.

"i got us a room"

Ya'll, this bitch preemptively booked a MOTEL ROOM without even asking me.

At this point, she has asked multiple times and each time I nervous laughed and said "haha maybe, we'll see, ehhh we'll see" To any normal person, my body language was extremely clear that I was uncomfortable. And again this is not a callout post, she is not a bad person, and everything that ultimately happened, I did consent to. But I will not sugarcoat the fact that this behavior was definitely inappropriate harassment, and there was absolutely some pressuring with the continuous asking. But as I mulled it over, there were 2 reasons I ultimately decided to agree and meet her at that motel.

I was craving intimacy

I had never done something like this before so..fuck it, let's do it for the plot.

And so, she gave me the address, we got in our respective cars, and we met at the motel.

Part 4: The Motel

We go to the room, put our stuff down, and I go to use the restroom. I'm thinking "oh shit, this is weird but alright, let's see what happens"

I come out of the restroom, wash my hands, and she comes over and we start kissing. Already it's fucking weird because the way she is kissing me is so goddamn fast, it's like someone inhaling a meal because they think it's gonna run away from them. Now idk about ya'll, but I like a slow, deep kiss. So already it's a mismatch, but whatever. She lifts me onto the sink, despite the weird kissing, it's hot. She has some really minty gum in her mouth, hence the name Chicle. Put a pin in that.

After a bit, we go to the bed, and I keep saying "how did you get me here" because honestly, I'm not fully comfortable, it's just a weird situation for me and I'm surprised I agree to it. But agree to it I did, so we get on the bed, and keep going. Now, even though she does not have much experience, she's not bad! But...I can tell there's certain things she's doing that I've seen. Or rather, read. Whew lad.

As we're getting into it, my clothes are coming off, she's saying "You're my favorite Tumblr mutual. I can't believe this is what my favorite Tumblr mutual is into." I don't even really know what to say to this because quite frankly, mentioning social media in bed in any capacity is kinda fucking cringe. But it just gets worse.

So, she's spitting on my pussy. And I, personally, have a strong aversion to spit. It's something that I tell anyone that is a potential sexual partner, but it this case, we obviously did not have a prior talk about our sexual boundaries. In this case, I'm like "okay whatever as long as it's just there" but I quickly say "hey uh, just please don't do that in my mouth or i'll throw up" lmao. She's like "Oh okay sorry sorry". But then at some point, without warning she smacks the FUCK out of my pussy, and I'm so taken aback I immediately say "UH DON'T DO THAT" and she again apologizes and says

"Oh sorry, you know I had to try that one. Like that Tumblr post, you know the one."

Ya'll, everything this bitch is doing, she is referencing posts from Tumblr. She is referencing the sexy fantasy butch/femme text posts from Tumblr and she is referencing them out loud. In the middle of real life sex.

She goes on to reference more posts, and the worst part is I know exactly the one's she's talking about. "Mutuals to lezz out with" etc etc, it's so fucking cringe, and she tells me about how she started wearing more of a certain article of clothing after I reblogged a picture of her in it and how embarrassed she is to admit that (I thought that was kinda cute actually) anyway

She's still going way too fast with like all her movements, I tell her to slow down and relax and I think at this point I mention how she did not have to do all that PDA shit from before. She says "well you know, on my Tumblr I do say I'm a dog" and then uh, she starts barking. 💀 literally starts going "woof, woof" and I tell her to s t o p. Jesus fucking christ.

Anyway, after mentioning Tumblr and calling me her favorite Tumblr mutual way too many fucking times, I'm on top of her. Mind you, this whole time, I'm kinda in and out dissociating, just due to how not fully comfortable I am with this. But ya know, I'm still going for it. Her shirts off, she has really cute boobs, and then I notice a really fucking huge bulge in her pants. And I fully dissociate. Not gonna lie, I started feeling really panicky, because straight up, I was not prepared for this. Physically, I'm still touching her, but my mind is fully disconnected, and I'm thinking "oh fuck. When she said 'you're making me so hard' was she being literal? I don't know if I'm comfortable with this. Should I tell her I want to stop? But I don't wanna hurt her feelings. Should I just take it? Well no, I don't really want to...maybe I'll just say 'hey is it cool if I don't touch it?' I mean, she's cute so ehhhhh let's just see what happens!" SO. We continue on.

We flip and she's now on top of me. She references another fucking Tumblr post, and says "do you wanna suck on this lesbian cock?", unzips her pants and pulls out...this MASSIVE transparent strap on. And I'm like oh, it was fake LMAO. Then I say "...yeah, so that's not going in me"

She ends up taking it off, I don't even know how the fuck she hid it in her jeans that entire time, and we continue on. Around this point, I'm starting to feel pretty spent, she did some other things like opening up my pussy to stare at it and describe the color, whatever, I'm kinda done and I just wanna cuddle. So we cuddle for a bit and again, it's physically nice but it's just so weird because she is SUCH a stranger to me that I can't get fully comfortable. She starts trying to start up again and I'm just not really in the mood anymore. She keeps playing with my nipples and typically whenever I'm touched in a way I'm not digging, I'll just take their hand and move it away as a silent but pretty clear way to indicate "no". But uh, I had to do that like 4 times with her before I verbally say "hey, please stop" and her response is "why" 💀 like wdym "why" bitch, cause i said so. I'm kinda surprised by this response so I start to say "Uhhhh, it's...kinda specific" and she goes "oh okay, sorry sorry".

So, honestly, I kinda just wanna go home but I don't wanna be mean and just take off. But there's also no way in hell I'm sleeping over in this motel room. So, I suggest we go out and maybe go to a club or something and she's like "uh, no. I don't like going out" 💀 like damn, maybe you should spend less time on FUCKING TUMBLR AND TRY GOING OUT IRL but whatever, instead we just go get food and bring it back to the room.

Part 5: What Could Have Been

We got some burgers, and she wants to open the Pokemon cards. We do, that's fun and cute, and she asks if I wanna keep some of the stickers that came in one of the packs.

Then she tells me that she had went to the library and checked out a book on tattoos since "she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and thought we could flip through it together." And I genuinely think this is such a cute fucking gesture, I think it's really sweet, and it frustrates the fuck out of me because of what this could have been.

I told her that she did not have to do all the PDA, it was a lot and it was excessive. She is not apologetic about it, and says that the reason she was like that was because "she needed me to know what her intentions were and that this was not just a 'friendly' meeting." so I reiterate that she did not have to do ALL OF THAT just for me to know that. And she just insists that in the past, girls have treated her like just a "bestie" so she needed to get her point across. Now call me old fashioned, but you could have just verbally fucking communicated "hey, i'm really attracted to you" and I would have caught the fucking drift. But okay!!

She asks me if I have any knives because I guess femmes tend to have a knife collection. I say no. And she fucking pulls out this huge ass lethal switchblade thing and is like "this is mine!" and i'm like oh god, this is it, I'm gonna fucking die in this motel room. But she doesn't kill me, she just shows me the cool knife and then puts it away. I have known this person for like 4 hours.

So, we flip through the book, and it's funny and cute, but she keeps trying to kiss me and instigate, and i'm just not interested, I just wanna flip through the book and go the fuck home. And that's pretty much what happens, we finish, I'm like "aight, ima head out" but

before i do

we end up making out again and then I think she was helping me put my shoes on?? she's on her knees in front of me and...she asks me to spit in her mouth. Once again, I have a major aversion to spit and i really, truly, do not want to spit in her mouth. But she says please...so I do like a half assed spit and hope it's good enough. She asks me to try again....so I get an accumulation and spit in her mouth, and she swallows it and i am so so sad about it 😭 and I finish getting my shit and I go the FUCK HOME.

Now here is what frustrates me about all this. Physically? This girl is extremely my type. I like the way she dresses, she has really nice arms, she has a cute face, she's really fucking attractive. She's interested in getting into the animation industry, which I'm currently also working on getting into as well. We could have talked about that and really had a cool discussion on what kind of projects she wants to do and what style she works in. She likes video games, we could have talked more about what games we like. She got this tattoo book because she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and I think that's really fucking cute. There's so many non-sexual aspects that could have made this a real fucking date where I got to know this person, and feel comfortable, and then we could have had really great sex because straight up, the girl was good. She may have learned it from Tumblr, and some of it was weird, but for the most part? She was damn good, especially for only having limited experience. This could have turned into something real! But NO. Chicle, instead, wanted to grope my tits in front of families an hour into meeting me, and made no effort to really let me get to know her in any capacity whatsoever! And it's not like she wanted this to be just a one-night-stand, because she had told me she was looking for a gf and asked me what I was looking for!

It just could have been so much better than this weird ass situation. And after the fact, she texted me and I answered a couple times, but when the following morning she said something to the effect of "it felt so good having you on my lap" I just never answered. Because prior to this, there was absolutely no established relationship, friendship or otherwise. And I could not see anything moving forward, because we couldn't backtrack into the aforementioned "could have been". I considered communicating how I didn't actually feel super comfortable with how things went, but I ultimately just decided to not reply. Shitty on my part, but again, there was no prior anything. And we just never spoke again, we remained mutuals, and so I never talked about this because uh, obviously she would see it. But since she blocked me, heyho now you all get the story!

Part 6: Epilogue

Now, the reason I decided to call her Chicle (Spanish for Gum)

So, while the nice minty gum was a nice gesture, her spitting that gum juice all over my vagina resulted in me getting a yeast infection💀 No more hookups.

So what lessons did we learn!

It's important to talk about sexual boundaries before having sex with someone!

Internet fantasy is not real life! Don't just do shit because you read about it in a fucking internet post or saw it in porn! (Especially when that person doesn't even make those kinds of posts, i don't reblog most of those for a reason)

Don't chew gum before going down on someone

Communication overall is really important for setting up any foundation, even if it is just a one-night hookup!

(yes this is ok the RB cause I spent forever writing this and I do genuinely think it's a very funny story. Sometimes ya just gotta do things for the plot so you get a good story out of it. No regrets, and my pussy is all healed up lmao)

#decided to make this it's own post oops #wlw #lesbian dating #lesbian #storytime #dykeposting #mine #ok to rb

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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I imagine that werewolf bodyguard reader has a big appetite so I'd like to think they'll cuddle up to anyone that offers them food, may i please request an affectionate wolfie reader?

Skipped lunch again... Something you shouldn't with strength being your most contributing factor, but with so many prying eyes recently you were dedicated to your post. You eventually crawled away with your tail tucked between your legs as the howls from your empty stomach alerted your fellow guards. You'd serve no use to the team in this state and thus you excused yourself to scrounge around for something quick to hold you off until you got off. You could probably eat an entire city with how your hunger pains clawed at the lining of your stomach - but a sandwich would do for now.

"Y/n! Come here for a sec, we got something for ya!"

The smell hits your nose before their whistle catches your ear. Mouthwatering chicken, hot out of the fryer. You sniff around, following your keen sense of smell to the bed of a truck where two of your coworkers sat with a large plastic bag between them. The bag was tilted on one side and you could see the bucket full of golden chicken within. You wipe the corners of your mouth as you address them.

"Need me for something?"

"Guess you could say that. We were just on break and saw this local joint was still open at this hour so we stopped by for a bite. Noticed you'd been on your feet all day and brought you a treat for your hard work."

The non-speaking party pulls out the bucket and places it on the floor of the trunk. It pains you to tear your eyes away. If you had one, you'd need it all. "Maybe some other time. I don't get off for another hour."

"Aw, don't be like that! Our wolf needs their strength. Just a couple bites, yeah?" The guard grabs a drumstick and waves it at you. You will your eyes shut, but the smell lingers and takes pilot of your feeble mind. You climb aboard the truck bed, squeezing between the two as you hold their wrist steady. You strip the bone of its meat in the matter of seconds, setting your head on the lap of its giver as you chew. Your arms hook around their leg; teeth snatching the bits of chicken they offer as their companion rubs your back; gently reminding you to chew before swallowing with a tap to your shoulder blades.

You swore you stop after one more piece. You had a post to return to and a boss depending on your loyalty. One turned into three til you'd eaten three quarters of what was intended to feed a family of six. You lay between the pair sluggish and a sponge for their soft pats and praise. It reminds you of being the runt of the litter being given extra attention - something you hadn't been in a long time. Couldn't say you didn't miss the treatment despite being bigger than most humans you'd met thus far.

When a hand comes to stroke your jaw you find yourself leaning against it as your head hangs from the weight of fatigue. Your lips rest on their wrist and you instinctively nestle into their warmth as your breathing slows. The heavy bounce of a heel on concrete drags you from sleep and towards the unamused, jealous gaze of your boss.

"Evening, Y/n. You two."

Crumbs fall off your face as you sit upright. "Evening, boss...."

"I believe I've told you before about spoiling them with junk food. In the car, Y/n. Now."

Expecting to be chewed out for abandoning your post you're surprised to end up at a fancy steakhouse after a silent drive. Sitted at the table already stacked with nearly every meal on the menu, the waitress sets a fork and knife in front of your boss while leaving you with no utensils.

"Um... can I get a fork too?"

Your boss cuts a piece of meat and holds the fork to your lips. "No. This is your punishment for skipping lunch and not asking me to bring you food first. You are not leaving this table until these plates are licked clean."

Your stomach grows. "I'm not sure if that will really be a challenge..."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for telling my best friend’s girlfriend that she takes up too much of his time?

So my best friend Joseph (22M) has been dating this girl Victoria (21F) for about 2 years now, but our friend group has known each other since we were all 16/17, and we've been through a lot together so I'd say we have a pretty good bond even if just through shared experiences.

Victoria has always demanded a lot of Joseph's attention though, especially when he's hanging out with the rest of us. It's like she can't handle whenever he's not spending literally every moment of his spare time with her. They even live and work together, so they're already spending pretty much every waking moment with each other since their workplace has them working really closely with one another. Joseph is essentially just Victoria's assistant and does all the menial stuff like getting lunch and office supplies and stuff like that.

Anyway, our friend group decided to go on a road trip together and we all agreed to just rent one big car instead of driving separately. Only a few of us are able to drive, so it was between Victoria, Joseph, and our other friend Stan (21M) to take turns driving.

On the day we left, though, Victoria insisted on driving for most of the trip. She also insisted on having Joseph up there with her the whole time and wouldn't even let him switch seats with Stan, who was sitting next to me in the middle row. She claimed that she needed Joseph with her "for directions", even though she's always been this overachieving Girl Scout type who knows how to read actual paper maps and stuff and definitely doesn't need help remembering where to go, since she's always talking about how impeccable her memory is.

I got annoyed that she insisted on having Joseph with her the whole time, and I pointed out that he could remind her of the directions from the middle seats just as well as he could in the front. Besides, our friend Stan is also good with directions and could also help her just as easily.

But Victoria stuck to her guns and kept insisting on having my best friend sitting with her, citing the fact that they were dating and should get to spend time together on the road trip as well. I just got fed up and snapped that she hogs all of Joseph's time anyway, so it wouldn't kill her to give him up for a while. Especially since we're all going to be in one car for hours at a time anyway, so it's not like Victoria wouldn't be seeing him for the whole car ride.

Victoria appeared to be pretty upset after I said that, and Joseph seemed awkward like he didn't know what to do, but Stan said I got too mad at Victoria and that I was in the wrong for getting upset with her. I don't think it was that unreasonable to ask that she let Joseph spend some time with the rest of us in the car, too, though, especially since she already spends so much of her time with him. So...AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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How (Not) to Lose Your Soul: Chapter 1

And today is the day, my Dear Readers! We are back with the sequel to How (Not) to Summon a Demon! While I'm extremely nervous to post as this chapter took a bit longer to write than I'd hope, I am also excited to post it and get this story rolling. So without further ado, here is chapter one of How (Not) to Lose Your Soul! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: bit of profanity

Gold paints your skin with the morning sun as light dances with you in a field of grass. A cool breeze tickles your neck, your hair whirling around you as you spin, faster and faster. Giggles, bubbling like champagne, erupt from your chest as you're lowered backwards, one arm clasp around a slender neck while you throw the other above you, curving into the dip. Red eyes search for yours, smile stretching wide when they meet as a soft whisper brushes against your skin, "Ma Chérie."

Your smile matches his as he brings you upright, hands settling on his chest. Your heart swells when you see how he looks at you, love written clearly across his face. You tilt your head up, placing a tender kiss upon his cheek. "I love you," you breathe, giggling when he returns the kiss to your forehead.

"I -" He speaks, but you can't hear his words.

"What?" you ask, smile faltering. His brows pinch together and he speaks again, but you hear nothing. The air around you stills, growing cold. The sunlight no longer feeling warm on your skin as clouds gather overhead. You feel a tug on your leg and scream when a hand starts to pull you down. You reach out for him but he's no longer there, an empty space where he once stood. You scream again, clawing at the grass as you're dragged beneath the ground. Your head is barely above as you gasp for air, coughing as dirt begins to fill your lungs. Your chest is on fire, you can't breathe, you can't breathe, you can't -

You bolt upright in a panic, heart pounding. Your hand flies up to your throat, rubbing it. There's no dirt as you gasp and cough, sweat beading down your forehead. Tears begin to form as you take in the unfamiliar room. To your left, you hear Veronica groan, rolling over under the covers. A lamp clicks on, dim light spilling into the room.

"What happened?" She sounds worn out but concerned. You wipe at your cheeks, sniffling as you turn your back to her, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"N-Nothing, sorry," you croak, voice hoarse. Your hear the blankets move again as she stifles a yawn.

"Another nightmare?" You sniff again, nodding your head. Your hands grip the edge of the bed tightly as his face flashes before you, a bittersweet reminder of what you couldn't have. Veronica sighs behind you. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." You stand up, walking to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. The water you grab is cold to the touch, soothing as you gulp it down, the bottle crinkling loudly. You spare a glance at a clock hanging on the wall. It's 3:48 in the morning meaning you've only gotten roughly three hours of sleep. Damn.

"We heading out now?" Veronica asks. You throw the empty bottle in the trash before walking to your bag in the corner, pulling out a clean sweater.

"May as well. Still got another two hours to go before we reach Savannah." You slip on a pair of jeans, searching next for your hiking boots. You debate whether to add a jacket, knowing the temperature for the day was going to be cold. The weatherman even warned about ice collecting on the roads, but you doubt it.

"Can't we get at least another hour of sleep? We've already been driving for ten hours yesterday," Veronica complains, falling back onto her pillows. "My butt still hurts!"

"You knew what you were getting in to," you remind her, packing the rest of what you don't need back into your bag. You were surprised at how little you actually needed when it came to hunting demons.

"I know, I know," Veronica states, "and I'm not going anywhere but, damn girlie, can't we slow down just a little? It's not like he's going anywhere any time soon." You frown, standing up straight.

"What?" You're glaring, you know you are, but her words cut through you like a hot knife, stirring up anger.

"Wait, you're taking it the wrong way," she corrects herself.

"Am I?"

"Yes!" She stands up with a huff. "You're acting as if you're on a deadline to find him when in reality, he's not going anywhere. He's an immortal soul in Hell for fuck's sake." Veronica is angry now, too, and for why you're not sure, but it's pissing you off more. What right does she have to be angry? It was you that lost everything, not her. You were the one who had your very love ripped away from you. You were the one here on Earth while he was stuck in Hell, no way of knowing if you were alive or not. For all he knew, you had died and gone to Heaven, never to be with him for all of eternity. No, you had to find him and tell him. You had to summon him back to Earth and tell him that you're alive and well, and that you love him. No matter what it took or how long, this was something you needed to do and Veronica was just going to have to deal with that.

"I might be on a deadline," you say, grabbing your backpack and slinging it onto your shoulder. You don't wait for her as you head to the hotel room door.

"What do you mean?" she asks, nearly tripping as she tries to get dress in a hurry to follow you.

"His book was stolen, taken. That means whatever is trying to stop me from summoning him will be trying to keep me from finding other ways to get to him." It made sense to you. Ever since your encounter with the angel, her words a solemn warning, you knew time was against you. Your jaw tightens as you remember what she had said, 'Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.'

"Wait up," Veronica pants, closing the door behind her. You make your way down the steps of the building to the parking lot below. As you reach your car, you pop the trunk and toss your bag inside before slamming it close again. Veronica finally catches up. "Look, I'm sorry," she apologizes, "I didn't mean to sound -"

"Like a bitch?" you finish for her. She flinches and you sigh, turning to face her. "I'm sorry, too." Veronica pulls you into a tight hug.

"We'll find him, girlie, I know we will," she says. You clear your throat, not wanting to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time that week.

"I'm going to go return this key. Start the car for me, yeah?" You toss her the car keys and walk to the hotel front desk. There's no one here, the office empty as you look around. Shrugging, you drop the keys on to the desk. As you turn, a cold breath breathes down your spine. You whip around, ready to punch whoever is that close to you, but there's nothing.

"Hello?" you call out. You feel the same cold air tickle your neck again except now, a hand joins it, gripping your throat tightly. You raise your hands to claw at the hand but feel nothing. It's like the air itself is choking you, pressure causing your head to grow faint as you struggle to breathe.

"Turn back," a voice whispers into your ear. You feel your feet leave the floor, dangling as you're lifted up. "Go Home." Your eyes roll to the back of your head, vision going black. Just as you feel yourself slipping from consciousness, your dropped to the floor harshly, falling to your knees. You cough roughly, inhaling gulps of air to refill your lungs, chest burning.

"Are you ok?" You see an older woman come into view from behind the office desk, her blue eyes worried as she looks you over. You stand weakly, ignoring her and pushing open the door to step outside. Veronica stands by your car, messing with her phone before looking up at you. Her eyes widen as she moves to intercept you, her hands gently reaching for your neck.

"The fuck happened?" She looks past you to the office then back to you, her nostrils flaring angrily. You shake your head, stepping around her. "Was it them again? I swear, if I catch them doing it, I'm gonna -" she pauses, "- probably not be able to do anything, but I will give them an earful!"

"It's becoming more frequent," you mumble. You climb into your car, starting the engine. Pulling up your phone, you select a route to Savannah, Georgia. Veronica hops in next to you, buckling her seatbelt.

"Think we're getting close?" she asks. You shrug, placing your phone on the mount that sits on your dashboard.

"Don't know, but I like to think that's the case." You buckle up, putting the car in reverse. "Why else would they be actively trying to kill me?" The tires screech as you pull out onto the highway, headlights bright as you drive.

"I still can't believe it," Veronica shakes her head. tucking a leg beneath her. “Demons, angels, heaven, hell; I miss being ignorant to all of this.” You want to say you agree with her, that you want to return to a world where you still believed science over faith. You can’t, though. Alastor had opened you up to a brand new world and even if they skies were darker without him right now, you wouldn’t change a thing. “Are you sure it’s angels?” She tucks a leg beneath her, her arm propping on the door.

“Not really?” You take an exit that directs you towards the interstate the continue, “I’ve only met one but she made it pretty clear that all of heaven is against me.” You can’t forget what she said, her words replaying in your head. ‘Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.’ Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles going white. If this was a challenge, then you were going to win and smugly rub it in her face.

Veronica shifts in her seat, grabbing the folded map sitting between you. It’s wrinkled and worn, red circles placed in different areas with notes scribbled next to them. She spreads it open, taking a look. “You said we’re heading to Savannah, right?” You nod your head in confirmation and she continues. “According to this, we’re gonna be looking for an old plantation house. Apparently the previous owners claim it to be haunted by a demon.” She shudders, putting the map back.

“Hopefully the rumors are true,” you say. You don’t want this to be just another dead end like the previous four places you’ve visited. Truth be told, they were all long shots, each destination hand picked from hours of online research. You looked for everything from ghost stories to possessions, marking down the ones that seemed particularly promising. The first four left you empty handed, the rumors being just that with not a single demon to be found. It hurt, thinking all of this would be for nothing, but you had to push on. You just had to, for him.

Ignoring the way your mind wandered, you placed your focus back on the road. Traffic was nonexistent as you drive, speeds exceeding local limits to make up for lost time. As you draw closer to the coastal city, the sky starts to lighten up. It’s nearly six in the morning when you make it, traffic building as people begin to head to work. You slow down, filtering in as you hand Veronica your phone.

“Put in that house address, will ya?” you ask. As she updates the route, you search for a gas station, nature calling. Spotting a exon, you quickly park at a pump and turn off the car. “Be right back.” You step out and walk swiftly to the small building, beelining for the bathroom. You excuse yourself as you bump into a rather tall man, disappearing into the restroom for a minute. When you come back out, the same man is a few feet away, occupying himself with a random bag of chips. Normally you wouldn’t pay no mind to a stranger, but the way he’s dressed has the hair on your neck standing up.

Wearing all black and darkened sunglasses, he looks straight out of an action film, like a bad guy waiting to ambush the protagonist. You keep an eye on him as you head to the coolers, grabbing two cokes for you and Veronica. You walk up to the register and set them down, waiting as the cashier rings them up.

“That’ll be $4.35.” You pull out your card and pay, taking the drinks and heading out the door. You quickly climb back into your car, handing Veronica hers. As you start your car, you see the man walk out, looking around before pausing when he sees you. Fuck.

“Hang on,” you mumble, giving Veronica no time to react as you put the car in gear and peel out of the station. As you merge into traffic, you check your rear view mirror to see if the man followed you, but he’s still standing in the parking lot. You relax a little and focus on the road.

“The hell? We being chased or something?” Veronica asks, turning in her seat to look out the back of the car. "Is it more angels?" She starts to panic, grabbing the handle above her on the car roof.

“I thought,” you shake your head. “Never mind.” You’re being paranoid, the events earlier at the hotel being to blame, you think. The guy could've been lost or waiting for someone. Maybe you should've listened to Veronica and stayed at the hotel a few hours more. No, you think to yourself, whether or not you're actually on a deadline, you didn't want to waste any more time. You heart aches with the need to see him again, to hold him, to hear his voice call your name.

You blink back the tears and continue driving, praying to the Universe for this lead to be the one.

Whew and that's chapter 1 posted! Thank you all for the comments, likes, and support, and as always, my Dear Readers, I will see you in the next chapter~!

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I'm sorry for this, it's not good. But somehow, I managed to get something done, so I gotta share. Kinda inspired by NCIS S21E08 'Heartless'.

Warnings: age gap, married couple, established relationship, talks of miscarriage, giving birth, jealousy, womanizer!Alden, daddy!Alden, very slight smut

Mine ~ Alden Parker

When you started to date Alden Parker, as he was still an FBI agent, you never considered becoming friends with his coworkers. Especially, after meeting a few of them he would consider his friends and they turned out to be judgmental towards the age gap in your relationship. Not that you wanted to befriend his coworkers anyways, you just agreed to meet them cause he asked.

However, it changed when Alden joined NCIS. He immediately started to tell you about his new team, and you could he was fond of them all, including his boss - which was extremely surprising since he never got along with his FBI boss, Sweeney. You quickly knew it would be different this time. It did take him a while before introducing you to them, but once it happened, you all hit it off. The guys were quite impressed with Alden wedlocking a woman fairly younger than him, while the girls, even though they wouldn't go for someone older, they agreed that Alden Parker had a little something. "It's the freaking hair!" Jess joked.

Before you knew it, this new team felt like family. You'd all hang out together - dinners, games night - and sometimes you'd have girls night with Jess and Kasie. You even babysit McGee's twins and/or Victoria a few times. Which, as much as you loved it, did hurt a little since it would remind you of the struggles you and Alden had been having to have a baby. Between not getting pregnant for months and the miscarriages, you had started to think that it wouldn't happen the natural way for you. Also, Alden really felt like he was getting too old to have a kid, no matter how badly he wanted one with you.

When you reached your third trimester, Alden felt pretty confident that this time everything was going to be alright while you couldn't shut that little voice in your head saying that something bad would happen like the other times. But finally, the nurse put your crying new born in your arms, and everything felt right. "You did so good, my love." Alden cried, kissing your forehead and looking down at his son. "Our miracle baby. He's perfect."

You didn't want the nurse to take him away from you but you knew they needed to check him up and clean him. "Do you guys have a name for this little guy?" Another nurse asked. You and Alden looked at each other for a second. "Axel Roman Parker." He said, proudly.

Obviously, the team was in the waiting room. Alden had been at work when you called him to tell him that your water broke. Nick had been the one driving to the hospital, "Torres, I'd like to meet my son before I die, thank you very much!" Alden shouted, holding onto the handle above the window.

"Don't worry, dad." Nick grinned.

Your husband went to see them to let them know that mom and baby boy were alright. "Is it okay if you guys only meet him in a few days?"

"Of course, no rush!"

"Send us pictures though! Please?"

Alden didn't want to go back to work after his paternity leave. He didn't want to leave his little family. The night before his first day back, he actually felt depressed. "He's changing so much so fast, I'm gonna miss so much." He sadly said, stroking his son's back, who was peaceful sleeping on daddy's chest.

"I'll take as many pics and videos I can." You kissed your husband's cheek. "And Vance said you don't have to put many hours like you usually do."

"I know, but still."

You noticed the tears forming in his eyes and it broke your heart a little. You didn't want him to go back to work either. You wish he could push his leave a little more, but he had pushed it as much as possible already - director Vance had been amazing and made it easy. You wrapped your arm around Alden's neck, carefully so you wouldn't wake up Axel. He nuzzled your neck as you gently stroked his hair. "He loves you and perfectly knows who daddy is. It won't change in a few hours, I promise."

"I honestly thought it would never happen for me, you know? Before you and then the issues we had, I thought-- I just wasn't meant to be a dad. But now he's here, and I just don't want to be away from him."

"Aw, baby." You cried with him. "I wish there was a way for you to stay."

The next day, Alden arrived late at work as he struggled to let go of Axel. Jimmy and Tim, who knew how it felt, were very helpful throughout the following week.

It took you months to separate from Axel, just for a few hours. And even more time to go out for a girls night while Alden had a boys night with his little man.

"I almost forgot how champagne tasted." You smiled, having your first drink in over a year.

"Good thing we took a whole bottle then!"

The conversation between you, Jess, Kasie and Delilah went on as it usually does when you four get together. Jess talked about her relationship with Jimmy, and her dad. Kasie confessed about her new crush - you and the girls immediately hyped her. Delilah talked about her job, and the twins newest obsessions. And you obviously talked about Axel and your husband.

"By the way, how's Alden's neck?" Jess asked.

"Perfect! Did Nick really fix him with a bear hug?"

"He did! It was pretty funny!" Jess laughed, remembering the scene from a couple of days ago. "Doctor Logan probably thought we were crazy."

"I can't believe that my husband im-so-scared-of-needles-hold-me-hand worked on a heart surgery." You laughed, trying to imagine the scene.

"Mr I fainted when my wife got her epidural." Kasie teased.

"In his defense, it's a pretty big needle for this." Delilah said. "Thank god he didn't faint during the surgery though." She joked.

"Well, if he did, I'm sure Doctor Logan would've enjoyed giving him mouth to mouth."

You, Kasie and Delilah turned like one person to look at Jessica. "What?" She asked, confused. Then she looked at you. "He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Um..."

"Jessica Knight."

"The doc clearly developed a crush on him. She practically flirted with him in front of me."

You let out a deep breath. "Did he flirt back?"

"Not really, he was genuinely confused."

"Did he not learn his lesson with the senator?" Kasie chimed in.

You finished your drink in one swallow, remembering when he gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. "Whose number is it?"

"A senator." He had said.

"Alright and what am I supposed to do with it?"

"You, nothing. But I guess she wanted me to call when she gave it to me." The jerk was smiling while you used to candle flame to burn the paper.

"I don't care about the 'it's safer for you if people don't know I'm married' crap, I'm gonna glue the wedding band to his damn finger."

The girls laughed, always enjoying how easily you get jealous when there's a woman around Alden. When you had learned that some women in the office kinda liked your man, you showed up at the NCIS headquarters for the first time and asked for a tour. When his ex wife got involved in a case, you were feeling anxious, even though she knew about you from the beginning, thanks to Alden's parents. The worst actually was when he saw his first love for the first time in over thirty years. He had admitted that it felt very strange, and maybe if he had been single, he'd have pursued something, but he was married to you, and deeply in love with you and he'd be crazy to let you go. It was one of those rare moments when you and Alden were struggling, and fought a little more often. But he never gave you a reason to be jealous or suspicious, it was just a part of your personality. And to be fair, he was such a womanizer, you couldn't help but to think that any other woman would be better than you.

You got home slightly drunk, which Alden expected. He was happy that you finally let yourself have some fun away from him and Axel. Barely sleeping on the couch, he immediately got up when he heard you come in. "Hey! What are you doing up? Is Axel awake?" You asked, struggling to take your shoes off. Alden kneeled down to help you.

"He did wake up an hour ago for his bottle but he's fast asleep now."

"Good, good." You leaned a little and ran your hand through his hair. "I'm so so so so happy you're my baby daddy."

Chuckling softly, he got back up and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you for choosing me. You made all my dreams come true." You hugged there for a moment, just enjoying each other. "Let's go to bed, baby mama." He started to carry you, grabbing the baby monitor on the way.

"No sleeping, gimme another baby." He laughed but quickly got cut off as you smashed your mouth on his. He managed to get to the bedroom while you practically assaulting him, holding his face firmly and french kissing him. Of course his body was responding positively. As he put you down on the bed, you dragged him along. He was on top of you and you started to make out. It was long until you felt his erected cock between your legs. You reached for it, forcing your hands under his shorts. "Fuck, baby." He moaned.

"Yes, fuck me daddy."

And he did just that. ~

After freshening up in the bathroom, Alden found you in the nursery, looking over Axel. He hugged you from behind. "Do you really want another?" He asked, cautiously.

"Not necessarily," you admitted. "I mean, if it happens, I'll be very happy but I can't go through the struggles again."

"Okay. We've got him and he's absolutely perfect." You stroked your son's hair one more time before turning around to face your husband.

"He really is." You grabbed his left hand and stared at it for a moment. "This wedding band stays on, Alden. 24/7."

"But--"

"No but. I'm done with women flirting with you cause they assume you're single. You're taken, you're fucking mine. You keep the damn ring on."

Alden stayed silent for a moment. "Jess told you about Doctor Logan, didn't she?" You only looked at him, arms crossed. "Fine, I won't take off my ring ever again." He reached for your wrists and made you uncrossed your arms as he hated when you strike that pose on purpose. He brought you as close as possible to him. "Are you ever going to accept the fact that you're the love of my life? That I rather be single for the rest of my life than with someone else than you? That losing you and now Axel, would absolutely destroy me?"

All you could do was kiss him, but he did saw the tears falling down your cheeks.

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*originally posted over on my old blog. If you happened to read/interact with this before, I'd greatly appreciate it if you left some love once again. I did re-edit/re-write some things.*

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steve harrington x fem! reader

Summary: Steve Harrington introduces you to his three phase, fool proof plan to feeling better. A mix tape, a secret menu item titled "phase two" and some fun in the back seat of his car (originally inspired by a post from @plainemmanem ) | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 5k-10k

Warnings: use of Y/N petnames, swearing, semi-public (no one around) making out, chest action, fingering (reader receiving), Steve cums in his pants

A/N: I spent way too much time actually making Steve's playlist. Bottom of post contains list of songs/link to playlist - enjoy! 💛

Your phone was ringing again and you pushed a pillow over your ears groaning, “Take a fucking hint!”

It had been ringing all day, for the past two days. Ever since Steve had dropped you off Friday night.

Waiting from him in the alley behind the movie theater, lipstick smeared, tear stained cheeks. You closed your eyes, pushing out the thought of how absolutely pathetic you must have looked to him.

You had wanted to call Robin, but she still didn’t have a car, so that left Steve and Eddie to come rescue you. It’s not like you weren’t friends with either of them, but you were best friends with Robin, Steve was kind of a package deal with her, and Eddie a package deal for him. Therefore making all of you sort of friends, never hanging out alone though. You were all slowly becoming closer, Robin and you making Steve and Eddie drive you places, pay for your popcorn at the movie theater, playful teasing, and light hearted jokes shared with each other was about all your relationship had amounted to with either boy so far.

But this…this was different. You were embarrassed to call either of them for help, both always giving you grief about the guys you went on dates with. So either one of them would have had an “I told you so,” ready on their lips. You figured between the two, Steve would at least have the decency to wait to say it until you were in the car.

So it was him you waited for, your knee bouncing up and down and biting your thumb as you thought about how he and Eddie had warned you. How even Robin would probably have an I told ya so ready for you. You hated how clueless you had been.

Steve pulled up, jumping out of the car and you held up your hand, “Don’t even say it. I know okay? Can you just take me home please?”

Steve closed his mouth, his eyebrows pushing together as he rounded the front of his BMW. He opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to climb in. If only he knew how a simple gentlemanly gesture like that was about to make you sob uncontrollably.

His car was warm and comforting compared to the chilly air you had been standing in for an hour as you tucked yourself into the seat and he closed the door softly.

You shivered as he sat in the driver’s seat. He glanced over at you as you rubbed your hands together. He slowly leaned over, holding out his hand out to you, still not having said a word.

You looked at it and then up at him. He leaned closer and smirked, “Trust me.”

You let him take your hands, cupping both of his around them and blowing on your fingertips. The warmth of his breath tingled against them and you felt it settle across your entire body, the sweetness of the gesture making a pressure swell in your chest, the release of tears too close for comfort.

You would not cry in Steve Harrington’s car.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head as if to wipe away the thought. He slowly rubbed the tips of your fingertips, pushing the warmth of his into yours as he softly asked, “Have you been standing out here since you called me?”

You nodded, closing your eyes, willing the tears not to fall as you pulled your hands from his.

His hazel eyes danced between yours, filling with that awful look of pity. He must have seen something behind your eyes, a hurt and a wall pushing up that made him decide not to say anything more. Rotating his body back to looking out the windshield, he moved the car into drive. He turned the radio down, but not fully off, he had a thing about the silence nowadays as Robin had put it. You watched the street lights illuminate his face in flashes of a warm orange, slanting across his jaw as he drove across town.

After several minutes of almost silence, his fingers tapping aimlessly on the wheel, he glanced over at you with a frown, having decided he needed to ask, “What happened?”

You sighed and turned your head to look out your own window, picking at a loose thread on your skirt, “Well, you see, when I go to a movie, I actually like to watch it.”

Steve was silent, waiting for you to elaborate and you huffed out a long breath, “Jason had other plans.”

You watched his knuckles wrap tighter around the steering wheel and you kept going, letting out a dark chuckle, “And don’t get me wrong, I’m all for making out during a movie…but,” you sniffled, hating yourself for letting that stupid boy let your lashes wet with tears, “I’m so stupid. Thought he actually liked me, wanted more than…” you wiped at your tears with one finger as they started to fall, not even trying to hide it anymore, “He practically wanted to have sex right there in the seats, I said no, he called me a tease and walked out.”

Steve muttered, “Asshole.”

He was pulling into your apartment building and you shrugged, clearing your throat as the tears fell down your cheeks silently, “Yeah, well, you win some you lose some. Right?”

He parked and you started to get out and he grabbed your wrist, not possessively like Jason just had only an hour earlier. His grip was loose, tender, and sent tingles of electricity through your arm as he said, “He’s an asshole. Really. You…” he licked his lips and you watched him swallow, “You’re great. And he’s an asshole.”

You nodded, slipping out the door, not being able to bear the look of pity in his eyes as tears fell from your own, “Thanks for the ride Steve.”

You closed the door before he could see you cry any harder and hurried up your steps.

The phone finally stopped ringing and you sighed with relief, looking at your clock, thanking the lord that Robin had the morning shift on Mondays. She must have known you took the day off and would be at home though that she was even still trying to call. At least at work she wouldn’t be able to call you as frequently throughout the day.

Then the knocking started on your front door.

You groaned and yelled, “Nobody is home Buckley!”

A muffled yell from behind the door, “It’s Steve!”

You flopped back onto your back across your couch, “Nobody's home Harrington!”

“Come on, open up!”

You fiddled with the pillow you were hugging, “Sorry, closed for the day, try back tomorrow. Hours posted on the door.”

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out before it was silent again. You let out a sigh, figuring he gave up. But then you heard the clicking of your lock and you sat up as your front door swung open.

He smiled, pulling the key out of the door, “Hiya.”

Your mouth dropped open, “How did-”

He spun the spare key on his finger, “Robin.”

You rolled your eyes and made a note to talk to her about boundaries and how the spare key was for her. You returned to your position, laying on your back, “What do you want?”

“You, my lucky friend, are about to get the three phase foolproof plan to pull you out of this funk.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes to the ceiling, “Oh really, is that so?”

The shadow of his body over yours made you glance to the right. He had his hands on his hips and a frown on his face, “Come on. Up. Jason doesn’t deserve this kind of wallowing, it’s been three days. Up, up, get-”

He tugged at one of your hands and you made yourself dead weight, sinking into the couch. You smirked at the vein popping out in his neck and his set jaw as you jabbed, “You need to hit the gym more Harrington.”

He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, grunting, then dropped your arm as he crossed his own and squinted his eyes at you.

Satisfied you had won, you closed your eyes with a smirk on your lips. His gesture of coming over to check on you was kind, but you were sure it was because Robin had told him to since she was working.

So, you offered a compromise, “Please, I’m fine, I’ll go swing by the store later or something and let Robin know I’m okay so you don’t have to-”

You were being flung through the air suddenly, his arms wrapped around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder. You clenched your thighs together and tried to catch your breath because holy hell was Steve Harrington strong and the way he tossed you like it was nothing was incredibly hot.

He also smelled really good.

You swatted at his back, “Put me down! What do you think you’re doing? Do you break in and man-handle all of your friends because I wouldn’t have signed up for this friendship if I would have-” He ignored your protests and started towards the front door and you hit him repeatedly on the shoulder, “Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

You peered around his side, his hand stopped halfway between his body and the door knob as he let out an exasperated sigh, “What?”

You smiled against the shirt on his lower back, “I don’t have shoes. Does the three phase fool proof plan require sensible footwear?”

He turned and grabbed your sneakers without letting you go or without saying a word. His arms wrapped around the back of your thighs and hand dangerously close to your butt, you stopped fighting him. Instead you turned your focus to trying not be turned on by how easily he carry you like this. He locked up your place with the stolen key, walked down the steps, and dropped you in the passenger seat of his car.

Able to see his face now as he bent down and shoved your shoes onto your lap, grinning at winning the fight, “Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.”

You didn’t want to give him any sort of satisfaction, determined to fluster, pester, and annoy him the whole time during whatever thing he’d concocted. You smirked, “Taking me for a ride huh, Harrington?”

He rolled his eyes and tapped the roof of the car twice before closing your door.

You watched as he tossed the car keys between his hands as he wandered around the front of the car, and you glanced into the back seat, a Seven Eleven grocery bag that you suspected contained snacks. As he slid into the driver’s seat he swatted your hand away, “No peeking.”

You grumbled under your breath about him being so bossy and started to pull your shoes onto your feet. He pulled a cassette tape out of his pocket and held it up in between the two of you.

When you finished with your shoes and glanced over at him, waiting for him to put the tape in or do or say something, you sat up, trying not to look amused by the scolding motherly look on his face. You’d seen it only a handful of times with all of the young hooligans he and Robin hung out with.

“Y/N,” he said seriously.

You mimicked his tone, lowering your voice to mock his own, “Steve.”

He tapped the tape against your nose lightly, holding back a smile, “I am about to share with you something so important, so insanely powerfully awesome, that if it falls into the wrong hands, I believe it would be monumentally destructive to the world as we know it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep a serious face as well, “Top secret mixtape, got it.”

He started to pull it out of the case, “I mean it. Even Robin hasn’t heard this.”

That surprised you, Steve and Robin shared everything, “Really? Why?”

He nodded and then shrugged, popping it into his stereo, “She hasn’t needed it. Normally phase 2 is all Robin needs, but I always have to start with phase 1,” he turned the volume dial slightly, “This is a foolproof mix to make you feel on top of the world, but you can’t get greedy with it, it’s only for the really bad times,” he looked over at you and smiled a smug smile, “Too much awesome could kill you.”

You rolled your eyes as the opening guitar of Hammer to Fall by Queen started playing, “What is it with you and this song!?”

He wrapped his arm around the back of your headrest as he backed out of the parking lot, the smell of his deodorant and cologne filling your senses. Christ, what was that? It was like if you could bottle the smell of rain and something woodsey and you hated how it made your brain feel a little fuzzy, wondering how you had never noticed it before.

He removed his arm, and turned the dial up once again, “Come on, the only way for the mix to work is to sing it”.

You shook your head and he pointed at you and shouted, “Yeah!” along with the song before drumming on the steering wheel, “Here we stand, or here we fall-”

His voice was loud and the windows were down. You dropped lower in your seat, embarrassed and covered the side of your face as people on the sidewalk hollered at the car.

He poked your side, “Sing, come on, or no phase two, and trust me, you want phase two.”

You sighed and as the music between the verses, you glanced over at him. Drumming furiously on the steering wheel, hair flopping in his eyes as he sang along to the guitar and drums. Just watching him sing along was already making you feel better and you decided maybe you’d play along with his nonsense.

You took a deep breath, coming in loudly with him as you sang, “Oh, every night, and every day, a little piece of you is falling away,” laughing as Steve raised his pitch and pretended to air guitar with one of his hands as he hit the higher notes that followed.

You laughed and sang throughout the rest of the song when “Take on Me” came on as you pulled into the very busy and crowded diner parking lot.

“Oh no, Steve, no, there’s so many people standing-”

He turned it up even more, making dramatic faces and drumming along on the console now that you were parked, “If you sing it with me, I’ll turn it down.”

You shook your head turning your face into the seat cushion, fairly certain your mom’s best friend had just made eye contact with you in the side mirror. You would never be able to face this town again after this.

You hissed, “Steve.”

He shook his head, turning it up even louder, and you reached to get out of the car and he locked the door, gripping your wrist in a strong but gentle hold not unsimilar to how he had held it on Friday night. This time it felt like a shock went through your entire body before settling in your stomach. His eyes were shimmering with laughter, and you got a little lost in the blues, greens, and browns swirling together to make a color that could only be described as Steve.

His face was inches from yours, the scent of his spearmint toothpaste filing your nose as he deepened his voice and dramatically sang the chorus, “Taaake onnn mee,” he punched the air, “Take on me!”

His happiness and unashamed dorkiness was contagious. You couldn’t help but let the rest of the world fall away, his stupid smile and the stupid song making you want to be a part of whatever got him to look at you like that over and over again.

He grinned wider as you joined in, throwing your head back with your eyes closed, gripping his hands, “Taake meee onnn, take on me!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Steve held his fist out to you as a microphone and you screamed into it, “I’ll beee gooone-”

He whipped his fist back over to his own lips, scrunching his eyes closed and making his voice impossibly high as he shrieked, “In a day or twwoooo!”

“Harrington!”

You both stopped suddenly, laughing and covering your mouth as you saw Eddie crouched in Steve’s open driver’s window.

He was holding a bag out to him, “Please take your pancakes and never sing in public again,” he pointed to you, “Y/N, on the other hand, should come sing with Corroded Coffin.”

Steve held his hand over his chest, laughing breathlessly, “I’m hurt Munson.”

Eddie shook his head as you belted out again, “I’ll be gooonnneee!”

And Steve shrieked even higher, “In a daaaaaaay!”

Eddie covered his ears and walked away, leaving the two of you laughing so hard you were holding your side from it hurting.

Steve turned the music down, but only slightly, his cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling, and he held out the bag, “Phase two.”

You opened the bag to find little mini chocolate chip blueberry pancakes and a cup of syrup for you to dunk them in and you glanced up at him, “These aren’t on the menu.”

He stole one out, holding the cup of syrup between the two of you, “Sure aren’t.”

You closed your eyes as the warm blueberries and chocolate chips melted in your mouth. You moaned and let your head fall back against the headrest, already pulling another one out, “Oh my god Harrington, do I wanna know what you had to do to get these made for us?”

He grinned, dipping his own into the syrup, licking his finger free of the dripping sticky liquid and your thighs pushed together impulsively. Jesus, that should be illegal for him to do.

You watched his gaze flick down to the movement and you prayed to god that he couldn’t hear your heart beating harder. He cleared his throat and you dropped your gaze as he said, “Well, you know what you said Friday night? Something about you win some you lose some?”

You closed your eyes, thoughts of Friday instantly bringing the mood from just seconds before back to how you’d been feeling for the past two days, and you nodded.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at the pancake in his hand, “Well, Robs and I…it’s a lot more losing than winning lately,” he chuckled a little, “Like lose all, win none.”

He took a bite of the pancake stuffing it in his cheek, “Anyways, Robin got Doris to agree to make these for us after one particularly brutal morning after a disastrous party for both of us and well…now we just order the phase two and she’ll make them for us anytime, day or night. Robin waters her plants and I take her dog for a walk.”

You knew Robin had a tough time, but you had no idea Steve had such a bad time with dating. Steve? The guy sitting across from you who was attractive, who smelled amazing, who picked you up no questions asked late on a Friday night, who got sad girls to get up and laugh, who took them to get pancakes and sing off key and listened to them talk? This guy was losing all and winning none?

You shook your head, clearing your throat and keeping your glance down as you admitted, “Well, selfishly I’m a little glad you’ve been losing if it means I get to do this with you now. Bet if you had a win you wouldn’t be spending your Monday making me feel better.”

Both of you rested your temples against the headrests, eyes finding each other’s. He smiled a little and shook his head no and you rolled yours. It felt like you were both holding your breath, waiting for the other to make the next move, to say something. His eyes softened a little, the color turning a little darker. You wanted to lean over and kiss him, to show him he deserved to have a win but he grinned as the next song started playing, turning his eyes away to turn it up.

You blinked, feeling a little dizzy from the thought of wanting to kiss him as he started to reverse out of the parking spot, “Well, if you’re feeling better now, wait till phase three. Best one.”

Walking on Sunshine had started playing and Eddie and the rest of his Hellfire Club who were hanging out outside the diner, threw french fries at you both. Steve and you shared a look, his grin mischievous and you both countered back and forth with his fist as a fake microphone again.

You sang, “I’m walking on sunshine.”

He screamed, “Woooah!”

Then he pointed out the window at Dustin Henderson, and yelled, “And don’t it feel good!”

Dustin jumped up, singing, “Hey yeah!”

And Eddie and the group booed at you all, Eddie wrestling with Dustin, pulling him into a headlock and screamed, “He’s been corrupted!”

You both laughed as you drove away, singing along to the various songs, giving Steve shit for having “Don’t Go Breaking my Heart” on the playlist, but laughing along as you sang the duet. You had been munching on the remaining pancakes when he finally pulled up the ridge of the quarry.

He grabbed the Seven Eleven bag rom the back seat and started to get out of the car, turning the volume all the way up as he nodded for you to follow him.

Curious what this part of the plan entailed, you stretched as you got out of the car, arms rising above your head as you leaned your head back to soak up the sun washing over you. When you let your arms and head fall, you caught him staring at you, cheek pulled in like he was biting it. He cleared his throat and dumped the bag on the hood of the car as he climbed on. He gestured to it all grandly, taking in the chocolate, pringles, and yoohoo chocolate milk, “Didn’t know what you liked, so I just kind of guessed.”

You nodded, snagging the can of Pringles and popping the lid, “This is good,” you looked out at the quarry, a space that seemed to go on forever, the sounds of the water below you hitting the rocks in waves and the echo of the music making all of your problems disappear. It was peaceful and you nodded, “You were right. Best phase.”

He smiled, a genuinely proud and happy smile that his plan had worked, and then he jumped up, “Oh, this is actually phase three.”

The opening beats of “Juke Box Hero” started playing, and Steve was closing his eyes, pointing at you.

You laughed, “Steve. No.”

He nodded, singing along dramatically and then held up his finger and screamed, “He heard one guitar!” frantically playing air guitar suddenly.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you up, laughing, “You have to do the air guitar.”

You indulged him, because so far the entire day had cheered you up and he hadn’t steered you wrong yet. Both of you air guitaring and singing, falling onto the hood of the car and laughing as the song ended.

He stole two of the pringles out of the can and placed them between his lips and turned to you right as you took a sip of the chocolate milk, choking and gasping as you started laughing again. You weren’t sure when the last time you had laughed so much was. Maybe you had never laughed as hard as you had with him that day.

His pringles between his lips like a beak and he moved them as he mumbled around them, “What,what’sofunny?”

You laid back on the hood, your hand holding your stomach and wiped at the tears that had formed.

He quickly ate his chips, brushing the crumbs from his lips as his eyes searched yours, “Are you crying? This is supposed to be-”

You shoved his shoulder, “I’m crying from laughing so hard dummy.”

“Oh.”

He laid back next to you and you turned your head so you could face him, your noses almost touching and he licked his lips, “So, it really worked right? No more wallowing about…who again?”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “Definitely worked. Jason who?”

He smirked and nodded, his nose bumping yours as he did, “He’s such an idiot. You’re…”

He trailed off and closed his eyes. Your arms were pushed next to each other and you felt his pinky brush the back of your hand.

Were you into Steve? His pinky barely grazing your hand was sending a flood of warmth throughout your whole body. He was definitely an attractive person, you had eyes. But it wasn’t just that anymore. The way he had come to your rescue on Friday. How he had insisted on making you feel better all day today. He had been sweet and goofy and made you forget about anything but your own happiness all day. Your face hurt from smiling so much.

You took a deep breath, eyes dancing over his face noticing all of the freckles and moles across his nose, cheeks, and neck. How the wind ruffled his hair, how his lips moved slowly, mouthing along to the fading song playing. How his yellow shirt pulled at his shoulders, lifting on his torso just slightly to expose the tanned skin beneath it.

It took everything in you to peel your eyes away from that spot to look into his now open eyes, “Thank you for today Steve.”

He nodded again, his nose brushing yours slowly and making you shiver.

The song changed and he grinned, “Oh, this is the best one.”

The opening notes to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac start and you laugh, “Of course you love Fleetwood Mac too.”

He nodded along to the beat, closing his eyes, “This song is so good, don’t lie to me Y/N, you love it and you know it.”

This time his voice was quiet, barely a breath. The warm air fanning across your lips, the scent of blueberries and syrup hitting you as he sang, “Can you hear me calling out your name? You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say.”

You joined in with him, his fingers slowly interlacing with yours, your heart hammering in your chest, so loud in your ears you could barely hear the song anymore, “I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout.”

He opened his eyes, and pressed his forehead to yours, turning his head slightly so his nose brushed the side of yours. You trailed off as he sang, “You know I’m proud and I can’t get the words out.”

He spoke the next lyric instead of singing, “I want to be with you everywhere.”

You acted on impulse and pressed your lips to his gently, pulling away after leaving a soft and short kiss.

You both stared at each other, waiting, an electric charge in the air surrounding you.

Some sort of switch seemed to be flipped in the both of you, turning your bodies fully towards each other as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your leg between the two of his, your lips crashing into one another furiously.

You were both pushing against the other, desperate and needy for one another. His lips pulling and sucking your bottom lip between his. His hand pressed to the small of your back as he pulled you closer. You had never been kissed so tenderly, so passionately. His lips moved over your own with precision and care, building a slow burn in your stomach.

You breathed into his lips, “Steve.”

He sighed into you, your hands moving up his chest to cradle his jaw as he pulled you on top of him. Your hips pressed against his and he moaned against your lips as you circled them, the large bulge in his denim jeans pushing right where you wanted. Easy to thoroughly feel through the thin material of your sweatpants.

His hand dipped under your shirt, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps as he made his way to just under your bra, the other tangling in your hair.

You cupped his jaw, pressing yourself on top of him harder, every spot where your bodies touched was a small firework erupting on your skin, your stomach doing flips like a whole circus of acrobats was in it.

You both broke away, a little breathless and his eyes danced between yours as he gasped out, "Should we..."

You nodded, knowing what he was going to say. You both spun in opposite directions, jumping off the hood of the car. Your foot kicked the chocolate milk and it poured on the ground, his the can of pringles.

You opened the back car doors on opposite sides, and you started pulling your sweats off as you climbed in and met in the middle, seeing him frantically kick his jeans down to his ankles.

You bumped your heads as Signed, Sealed, Delivered started playing and you laughed as you started kissing him frantically, “I love this song.”

He nodded against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, pushing yourself down on his clothed bulge again and moaning from the new pressure now that there was even less fabric between the two of you. His hands pushed at your shirt, raising it above your chest and over your head as you did the same to his.

You both paused, breathless and stared at the new views of each other, your relationship crossing a line you both knew you couldn’t come back from. The way Steve was looking at you made the already wet spot grow on your underwear. His hands reached out to your sides, gentle, his fingertips brushing over you as his gaze drifted across your body. You could tell from the look in his eyes he felt the same way, that you wanted to cross that line and you didn’t care to go back to the other side.

You took his distraction of staring at your lavender lace covered breasts to take him in as well. Your fingers moved through his chest hair and scraped the skin beneath them as you took in the sight of his cheeks. A rosy tint to them and his glistening lips, a little fuller and a little more red from all the kissing.

Steve was handsome and the sight of him like this made you want that damn song to be true. You wanted him everywhere. Needed to feel his lips everywhere all at once. Needed to feel him everywhere.

It's like he read your mind as he leaned into your neck, nose nuzzling against it before his lips started their assault.

He left a trail of wet kisses across your collarbone, to the little spot at the base of your neck. He nipped the skin gently and started sucking, leaving a bruise to match the color of the bra his fingers were slowly slipping off of you.

Gimme All Your Lovin started playing and you moaned as his palms brushed against both of your breasts, pushing and rolling them gently. He left the skin on your neck with a quiet pop and you whined as his lips kissed each of your hardened nipples. His tongue dipped out and swirled one as his fingers gently rolled and tugged the other.

He switched quickly, tugging on the glistening one and you moaned, letting your head fall back, your hips circling down onto his boxers in rhythm with the song.

His hands slid down your sides, fingers wrapping around to your back as he kissed up your chest and neck, breathing against your jaw, "Is it really cheesy if I say I want you everywhere right now?"

You laughed, thinking that he really could read your mind. But you nodded, needing to let him know that the teasing relationship you had wasn’t going anywhere. You caught his lips, and let out a breathless, "So cheesy."

His fingers dipped into the band of your underwear and pulled your hips to him sharply and he moaned as you circled them against him harder, "I don't care. It's true. I need you everywhere. I need your touch and your sounds and your-"

You kissed him again and he nodded, glad you got the direction he was going in. Kissing Steve Harrington was something you would never recover from. His lips slotted themselves between yours like the two of you had kissed hundreds of times before, pushing and pulling in time with the song as you swallowed the quiet sounds falling from his lips. His hand came up and held your jaw, pulling slightly as his tongue slipped out and licked along your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. You gasped into his mouth as his other hand grabbed your ass, his fingers gripping your skin and tugging you even lower onto him.

His kissing earlier had been soft and sweet, and while this kissing was faster and harsher, both left you feeling greedy and desperate for more of him. You grinded down against him harder, pulling away to catch your breath, your bodies pressed impossibly close to each other still. Your lips and noses stayed in contact with each other, frantically brushing against each other as you breathed short gasps of air, before diving back in for more. You could feel yourself soaking him through your underwear.

His hands roamed down your body and his fingers slowly traced the outline of your underwear and then snapped the band.

You let out a whine against his lips and his hands cupped your ass tightly, aggressively, fingers digging into your skin so hard you hoped you had bruises tomorrow. He broke away from the kiss and whispered, "Fuck, I love the sounds that you make honey."

Honey. You were grinding onto Steve Harrington’s barely clothed lap, he was calling you honey, while…Bruce Springsteen was playing?

He yanked you from your thoughts as he did the same to your underwear, pulling them down with one finger on either side, somehow smoothly pulling them to your ankle and didn't give you time to react before he was pushing his fingers through your wet folds.

He moaned, "Is this all for me honey?"

You nodded, your eyes fluttering and your hips shamelessly moving against his fingers, trying to have them dip into you further.

He chuckled, "My girl is impatient, huh?"

My girl.

You sucked in a sharp breath as his finger pushed into your entrance, twisted and curled, finding a spot you could never reach yourself almost instantly.

The motion made your hips jolt against him, your hands gripped at his shoulders, his muscles tensing under your fingertips and you closed your eyes, "Steve, keep going, please, please, baby."

He moaned at your words and followed your command. He pushed a second finger into you, his thumb brushing soft circles against your swollen and throbbing clit as you whined.

He grabbed your chin with his other hand and tugged you down to him, changing his pace from earlier. His lips parting yours gently, opening you up slowly and licking into you as his tongue danced around yours, matching the pace with his fingers.

Your body was coiled and you whimpered into his lips, feeling the hot pressure in your stomach rise to its breaking point.

He wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you even closer and nodded against you, encouraging you, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he slid a third one in and slowly pulled them out, pushing them in and swirling, repeating it at a building pace.

Your noses brushing together, his lips soft and plush against your own, the coil in your stomach was pulling and tightening, as the song changed to You Make Loving Fun.

He sighed into your mouth, his fingers moving and out of you at a brutal pace, the wet sounds caused from him almost drowning out the song. His circles with his thumb on your swollen nerves became short presses, dipping down to bring more of your slick up to the throbbing button, "Cum for me honey, please. Wanna feel you fall apart all over my fingers. Wanna hear you. Wanna-"

You gripped his shoulders, his words and the sharp pushes to your clit pushed you over your edge, the coil snapping and the rising heat in your body was now white hot, rushing through every inch of your skin, making you see stars as you closed your eyes and felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers, sucking him in deeper. You felt his hips buck up into you a little, twitching beneath you.

His fingers slowly kept their circles and thrusts going, pulling you through your orgasm until he felt you squirm against them. He slowly pulled them out of you, you felt the sticky wetness against your thigh as you collapsed, your forehead falling onto one of his shoulders. You had never been kissed or fingered like that in your life, and Steve Harrington was the one to do it. He had made you cum like you never had during a Fleetwood Mac song in the back of his car.

You laughed a little at the thought as he ran his other hand through your hair, waiting for you to catch your breath. His hand slid down from your ear to your jaw and he turned your face up towards him, leaving small, chaste kisses across your sweaty forehead, the bridge of your nose, the apple of your cheek, and finally one sweet and slow one to your lips.

You sighed into him and started to move your hands down his chest towards his waistline and he stopped your wrists, shaking his head no, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm good honey."

You pulled away slightly, "What? But you didn't..."

He cleared his throat and closed his eyes and nodded, "I did."

You looked down to see a wet spot on his boxers and smirked and he pulled you to his chest, a smile on his face, "Don't look so smug."

"Me? Smug? Never..."

He rolled his eyes, his fingers trailing up your arms that were wrapped around his neck, up to your shoulders and pushed your hair away from your sweaty neck. He leaned forward and kissed your jaw, "How about we both go get some new clothes and I take you on a proper date?"

You grinned, "Really?"

He nodded, his lips moving up and down your jaw and he let out a soft sigh, "Dinner, movie," he pulled away and smirked, “And after watching the movie, maybe making out only a little,” he gripped your ass tighter, "Dessert."

You laughed and pulled away from him, and now you could see the confident tone and actions were all a front for this sweet boy. His eyes were wide and fragile, hopeful and caring.

You slowly nodded, leaning in to kiss him, "You got yourself a date Harrington."

He grinned against your lips, "Good, cause I wanna be with you everywhere."

You laughed, shoving each other's shoulders and he helped you find your clothes that had been flung across the car.

He rewound his tape, playing Everywhere and held your hand on the console as you both screamed it out the open windows the whole way back into town.

Win Some, Lose Some:

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington one shot #Spotify

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dontfindmerain · 1 year

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hotel room

summary: about 800 words, short little drabble on the one bed trope with wilbur. Wilbur and reader are very close friends. for the lovely @toiletwipes <3

not proof read sns

a/n: sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this at work on mobile :')

Wilbur was an idiot. Plain and simple. An absolute fool. What other explanation could there be for this situation he had put you both in?

Wilbur had been the one to suggest booking a hotel room instead of driving a few hours back to your american friend's apartment. He found a nice enough place and all for a pretty good price. He only made one mistake.

There was only one damn bed. Even worse, it was just a tad too small for you to both fit comfortably without being rather close.

"Wilbur, what the hell are we going to do now?" you laughed at him, his face was proper flushed, muttering something about how he was tired when he booked the room.

"I didn't think to check, I had assumed there would be two beds," he glared at you as you continued to giggle, "It's not that funny darling, if you keep laughing I might just make you sleep on the floor." You stopped and gaped at him.

"Uh-uh, nope, you fucked up, you're sleeping on the floor. It's either that or we'll have to share it.." you trailed off as your face heated at the thought.

It's not like it would be the end of the world. Only it was. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked Wilbur a lot. Much more than the friendship you currently shared. Wilbur didn't need to know that, though. Him and his stupidly cute face..

He smirked at you and teased, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He stepped closer to you, and your eyes focused on the ground, finding it very interesting at this moment.

His hand lifted your chin up to face him before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Go on darling, use your words."

Your face became impossibly flushed, stuttering while attempting to find the right thing to say. Wilbur had always been flirty with you, but this seemed different. He stepped back, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm just teasing you, my love, I'll sleep on the floor since it was me who-"

"No, we can share. It's fine," you cut him off speaking quickly. You covered your mouth as soon as the words escaped. Shit. There is no way you just said that out loud.

He smiled at you a little confused, "Alright then, whatever you like. I'll take the bags while you get changed, yeah?"

Your mind was racing, but you managed a nod, grabbing a large t-shirt and some rather short shorts. After practically running to the bathroom and changing, you headed back over to Wilbur.

He had already gotten ready for bed and was scrolling through his phone, waiting for you to join him. You cautiously slid into bed beside him, trying to give him enough room, but barely having any yourself.

"Seriously, love?" Wilbur chuckled, motioning for you to come closer, "Come here, you're going to fall." You obliged, scooting next to him and getting comfortable as he wraps his arms around you. You were blushing intensely, his scent enveloping you. He tangled his legs with yours so that neither of you were hanging off the edge and brought you even closer to him.

If that wasn't enough to make you flustered, what he did next definitely was.

He squeezed you gently and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He chuckled when your breath hitched, knowing the effect he had on you.

"Darling, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you might have a fever from how warm you're getting," he spoke lowly, teasing again, "Would you like to explain yourself?"

Once again, you were at a loss for words, as if he had stolen them from you. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he pulled back to look at you again.

"Hmm, struggling, are we? Gods, you're adorable, you know that?" He smiled, glancing down at your lips.

Somehow, that snapped you out of your speechless state. "I am not adorable! I am a menace to society! How dare you even sugg-"

He cut off your ramble with a kiss, cautious at first and then confident when you kissed him back. His hands traveled from your back down to your hips and squeezing. You gasped, mouth opening and he took the opportunity to explore you further.

When you finally pulled back for air, looking up at him, his pupils were blown wide, face red and lips swollen. He smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, my love?"

"Yeah? I dont know, maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure," you smiled back at him, closing the short distance between the two of you once more.

You guessed it was safe to say he liked you back. He was still an idiot, no doubt. But he was your idiot.

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purplecoffee13 · 10 months

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Are You Offering?*

Summary: Adalia, Harry’s former best friend and ex-friend-with-benefits gets drunk on a random Thursday night and Harry feels obligated to check on her.

Wc: 4.5k

Tropes: former best friends with loads of sexual tension. Longhair!Harry

Warnings: overstimulation, degradation, praising, edging, possessiveness if you squint real hard

A/N: ITS HARRY’S POV. This is originally something from a story I had written about twenty chapters for, but it didn’t stick. The smut did, though, so have this in the mean time while I try to get out of the biggest writers block of the century :)

Adalia is drunk.

It’s a Thursday night, Adalia is drunk, and who has to check on her? Me.

Okay so technically I don’t have to check on her, so what? It’s still annoying.

Adalia and I had been in the same friend group for a while. We used to be really close. Our mutual best friend Jordan always joked about her and me ending up together, and it made us realize the tension we had. It resulted in a friends-with-benefits relationship, because I wasn’t ready for a real one.

Then suddenly, she started dating this prick called Tommy. He was an insecure little bitch who ordered her around and she just let him. It frustrated the group to no end, so much that one day I found myself fighting him in an alley.

Adalia blamed me, and distanced herself from me ever since. You’d think we’d grown closer again after she found out Tommy cheated on her, but no. She stayed mad at me and I stayed mad at her for being mad at me.

It hasn’t been much later than two weeks when I’m stopping by Jordan’s house. He has been sick for a week and a half and I wanted to check up on him. He’s starting to feel better, he tells me. Then suddenly, our conversation is interrupted by a phone call.

It’s Adalia, asking something about going to the club together because she needs to get laid. Jordan tells her he can’t today, but will take her this Saturday. I hear a faint groan coming from the other line before they say their goodbyes and hang up.

Even though I stay there for another hour, I can’t get Adalia off my mind. I’m was worried about her and I don’t want her doing anything stupid.

As I'm driving down the streets an hour later, I can't help but think of one face. It bothers me, so I turn the volume of my music up, hoping to get my mind off it.

I find myself unconsciously driving to a house, one that is not mine. I step out of the car and walk up the front door, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. It takes a while before the door opens, but when it does, I am met with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Is the first thing Adalia asks when she sees me. She is wearing a big shirt with shorts that can only be seen when she raises her arms. She quickly hides her body behind the door, realizing what she's wearing when she catches me eyeing her bare legs.

"Jordan said you were drunk." I meet her eyes.

"I was tipsy, and that was like an hour ago." She explains, her tone shows me that she is suspicious of my actions. "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your friend?"

I shrug. "He needed his rest, so we cut it short. Anyway, he asked me if I could check up on you, make sure you hadn't ran off to a random club downtown."

"How much of that conversation did you hear?!" She groans, her eyebrows knitting together in anger and a bit of confusion. I give her a smirk, shrugging my shoulders again before stepping inside her apartment.

It's dimly lit, the television is on but the sound has been muted. On her coffee table, there is a lit candle from which I presume the vanilla smell stems that covers the entire apartment. I scan the furniture with my hand behind my back, taking in the different colors that are scattered through the apartment. It is exactly the opposite from my house, and not at all what I'd expected it to look like.

I hear the door close behind me, followed by some wood creaking footsteps. I can feel Adalia's presence behind me, but neither of us move.

"So?"

"So what?" I ask, unsure about her behavior, as it is not something I'm used to when it comes to her.

"What d'you think?" Her voice is so soft that it could nearly be classified as a whisper. I turn around, and am met with her relaxed posture, I even detect a hint of enjoyment in her eyes.

"Y'know, you're usually a bit more agitated when I'm around." I note, and she hums at my comment.

"Blame it on the alcohol."

My lips quirk up into a grin at her casual words, and I turn around to look at the interior of her house again, hands still behind my back. "So, you wanted to fuck some random guy from a club?"

"Or girl, I'm not picky." She swiftly claps back with a response that I did not expect. "Why? Have something better to offer?"

All of the muscles in my body automatically tense at her suggestive words. I have to swallow before I turn my body towards her and speak again.

"D'you want me to?" I slowly ask.

My voice has already grown more hoarse from the pure energy shift between us. The air has gotten thick, way too thick for me to walk out of here unscathed. I can feel my pants growing tighter with each second of our growing tension. I do nothing but watch as Adalia takes a few steps closer until she is right in front of me.

"Are you offering?"

As soon as those words have left her mouth, I hungrily push my lips onto hers, strengthening the intensity of the kiss by grabbing her face with my hand and pulling it closer to mine. We consist of nothing more than lust as we dance our tongues around each other and clutch to any body part we can find. It's unexpected but I felt it from the start, it's passion fueled by frustration, it's pure sex.

I let go of her face and use both of my arms to wrap her legs around me before I make my way to her couch. From the second I sit us down, her hips start rolling in just the right way to cause friction where I want, where I need it most. My hands clamp to her waist as she mercilessly dances against me, and she manages to get a guttural groan all the way from the back of my throat.

"Fuck.." I whisper under my breath.

"D'you like that?" I hear her breathy and seductive voice that somehow still holds a touch of innocence. I nearly cum in my pants at the sound of it.

"H-how could I not, darling?" I try to keep my composure. "Sweet girl, riding me so well."

The smirk with which she responds to the praise is devilish, and within seconds she stops moving above me.

"Take your hands off my waist." Adalia's sudden demand sounds serious, but I detect she has a plan in mind. I do as she says anyway, curious to see where this is going. She leans forward, her hot breath fanning against my ear.

"Tell me Harry," she softly whispers, and I close my eyes and clench my jaw, trying my hardest not to flip us over and fuck her into oblivion until she forgets her own name. "Do you think you could cum from just this?"

As she forms the sentence, she rolls her hips against me, and I moan at the fierce contact. "S-shit... yes, love."

I hear the small sigh from the mention of my nickname for her, and I have to stop my lips from curling upwards. She might think she's in control right now, but this still proves the exact opposite.

Without another word she begins riding me, fully clothed with the friction of the fabric only making it worse. It takes everything in me not to dig my nails into her waist. I groan and curse shamelessly, enjoying this far too much to keep my cool anymore.

Adalia keeps whispering messy, dirty encouraging words into my ear that singlehandedly make me go feral, and it doesn't take a lot of time before I can feel a high getting close.

"Jesus fuck- Adalia, if you keep going like this I'm gonna fucking cum." I warn her, but for her that seems to be a reason to go faster than before. I throw my head back, accepting that she is really about to make me cum in pants. Or so I thought, because she stops very abruptly when I'm about to tip off the edge.

She edged me?

I look at her with a deeply furrowed brow, her face that has nothing but delight written all over it. She gets off my lap and kneels on the ground in front of the couch, between my spread legs. I look at her, leaned back against the couch, still coming down from the immense pleasure I was experiencing just a few seconds ago.

She starts fiddling with my trousers, and once she's lowered my zipper, I push up my hips so she can take my pants off. My cock springs out of my underpants and falls onto my lower stomach. I have to admit that I take some pride in the fact that Adalia's eyes still grow wide despite having seen my cock a number of times in the past.

She quickly regains her confidence, though, spitting some saliva into her right hand and reaching for my cock. I hiss when she starts stroking me, shifting in my seat a bit.

"How'd you like me sucking your cock, Harry? Is that something you'd enjoy?"

I simply grin at her and her smug attitude, grazing my hand over her hair. "Well, I was offering, wasn't I?"

She smiles back and lowers her mouth onto my cock. With my jaw set, I moan at the sudden boldness with which she takes nearly all of me in her mouth at once before pulling back entirely. She strokes my dick a couple of more times before applying her mouth again, and when she does, she doesn't hold back.

I examine her movements, in total awe of how she manages to satisfy me in just the way I need with her filthy mouth. My eyes avert from her and I look around the apartment and it's cute, cozy decor. The way her day to day personality polarizes her attitude when it comes to sex might be one of the biggest turn ons I have ever experienced.

"Look at you," I automatically start talking, I can't help it with the way she is so desperately sucking my cock. "You're enjoying this even more than me, aren't you?"

Her moan vibrates onto my dick and I tighten my grip on her hair in response. I bite my lip at the delicious sight in front of me, and a part of me wants to let her finish me up, but I do the opposite instead. With a harsh pull, I take her mouth away from my cock. She gasps, her lips are swollen and a tear drop trickles from her right eye.

"You've had your fun love, it's my turn again." I announce to her. "Take your pants off and come sit on my lap again."

She stays silent as she takes off her shorts and her panties before slowly positioning herself on my lap again. With my cock on my lower stomach, I place her just so she sits by the base of my cock, being able to grind over it if I would command her to.

My fingers hover over to her pussy, and she gasps when I finally touch her. She is absolutely drenched, add that up to the list of panties I've already ruined.

"You're soaked, love." I softly tell my observation to her, and she whimpers when my thumb grazes over her clit. "Enjoyed sucking me off so much, did you?"

"Yes.." she answers, her hips moving at my degrading words for her. It still surprises me how she likes to receive the exact same things I usually like to give, at least it makes us a good pair in one field.

"Fucking filthy... Nearly made me cum just now. Did you need that? Did you need to feel control for a little bit?" I softly stroke her folds, and she nods at my questions, confirming my suspicions.

"I just want you to know love." I grab her chin, and turn her head to me, forcing her to look at me. "You were only in control because I allowed you."

Her eyes soften as I shove my fingers inside of her, and a loud moan erupts form her mouth. A string of stumbling curse words leave her mouth as I push my index and middle finger in and out of her, turning her into a weak mess. She attempts to mumble how good I'm making her feel, but the pleasure is taking too much of her energy.

"Take off your shirt." I demand.

"Take off yours."

A smirk falls from my lips at her bold reply, but I accept it, pulling my fingers out of her (which is received with a disappointed whimper) and rapidly taking off my shirt. She watches with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, which is replaced with a wide open mouth when I slide my fingers back inside of her. She takes off her shirt, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts.

I impulsively react by working my fingers faster on her, and she arches her back in pure erotic bliss. My free hand grabs onto one of her tits and starts massaging them and playing with her nipples, knowing it to be a sensitive spot. She cries out my name, not seeming to care if anyone hears.

"How does it feel, love?"

"Keep going! Please- I'm gonna cum." She whines, her hips starting move along to get her closer to her high. To add a little more pace, I start to rub her clit, which seems to intensify her pleasure even more as she starts to actually scream my name.

So, I stop.

Her legs are shaking, so desperate for a release that all of a sudden won't come anymore. She looks at me, anger written all over her face. Before I even get to bark out my next order, she places her hands on her clit and starts rubbing frantically.

My jaw clenches, frustrated that she is being so stubborn, but a second plan hits my mind, so I let her fuck herself with her own fingers.

Her eyebrows curl upwards and her jaw is slack as she comes all over her own fingers, and while she experiences the aftershocks, her cum drips onto my cock. With her eyes still closed, she doesn't see me placing my cock in front of her entrance, but she does feel it when I impale her on my dick.

"Ah! Harry!" She calls out as I pound upwards into her. Her whole body, still weak from her orgasm, bounces at each of my harsh trusts.

"That's what you get for being a fucking impatient whore." I bark at her, watching her crumble under the intensity of my touch.

I lower myself until I'm completely out of her, and throw her next to me on the couch. She falls face first and I quickly get off the couch as she tries to get herself up with her hands. Without so much as a warning, I grab her hips and guide her until she is standing in front of the couch, bent over for me.

I grab a handful of her hair and pull at it when I enter inside of her again. The pathetic whines that leave her throat encourage me to immediately pick up my pace, which she seems to like judging from her vocal response.

"Y'know you wouldn't get this treatment from a stranger you meet in the club." I tell her as I keep my tempo steady. I can feel the sweat dripping from my forehead, and the skin slapping sounds have risen the temperature of the already warm room.

"It was worth a- ah! It's worth a try." Adalia stammers out, her breath hitching at every thrust.

"Yeah? You don't want to be fucked by me anymore?" I ask her, and when she doesn't answer I give a harsh tug on her hair. "Want me to stop?"

She stays relatively quiet, apart from the messy whimpers coming from her. I roll my eyes and stop moving, keeping my cock inside of her.

"N-no! Don't stop, please don't stop.." She cries. I immediately start moving again, partly because I desperately need too. I watch as she clamps onto the couch cushion until her knuckles turn white, and by the way her walls are clenching around me, I am indirectly told that she isn't going to last long anymore.

"That's what I thought." I taunt her, slapping her ass. She gasps at the sudden sting and I admire the red handprint starting to form on her ass. I pull out of her again, turning her around so she is leant back on the couch and facing me.

"Want to see your face when I make you cum." I say before entering her sweet, soaked pussy again. Her tits bounce at the forceful way that I ram back into her, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Are you close, Adalia?"

She bites her bottom lip, nodding fiercely while trying to contain the volume of her endless sobs of pleasure. Her hands reach for my chest and she digs her nails in, just like she did with the couch cushion a few seconds ago. I groan, my orgasm coming faster now that she is touching me too. My left hand travels to her clit and starts rubbing it, wanting her to cum before I do so she can drench my entire cock with the consequences of the effect I have on her.

"Harry I- Fuck!" She screams so loud that I am now completely sure the neighbors have heard us. Her legs tremble as she comes all over me. I watch in awe at the orgasm and the impact it has on her body. I keep thrusting into her, getting dangerously close but wanting to ride her through her orgasm.

After she has calmed a bit, I softly get my dick out of her, starting to stroke it to get to my own high.

"Cum for me Harry, please, I need it." She begs, knowing it will send me over the edge, and it does exactly that. I moan as my orgasm finally reaches my body, and I spurt my cum over her stomach and tits.

We both take a bit of time to come down from everything, staying in the same position and just focusing on regulating our breathing again. I look at her with a smirk on my face, and watch joyfully as she wipes some cum off her tits and puts her finger in her mouth.

I dive my head into her pussy and her back immediately arches when my tongue comes in contact with her clit. I originally intended to just lick her up and kiss her to taste us together, but her immediate whimpers have me changing my plan.

I flick my tongue around her clit and lick her clean, all while she struggles to get out anything that even sounds like a word.

"H-Harry.. I- oh my god, oh.." Adalia grabs my hair, tugging on it in an attempt to calm me down. I know she is extremely sensitive right now, but it'll make her cum more easily. "I don't— I can't.. ah!"

I take my mouth off her for a second, replacing it with my finger. "Yes you can. C'mon, come for me again love."

It's just the name I needed to use before putting my mouth on her again, and within a few seconds, she's cumming all over my face. A string of incoherent words leave her mouth, and her hand that was tightly holding my hair slowly loosens it's grip.

This time, I solely help her ride out her high. When I come up to see her face, her eyes are closed and she looks extremely weak from the three, or technically two, orgasms I've brought her.

I get up from the couch and walk towards what I assume to be the bathroom, to grab a towel. With one in hand, I hurry back to the couch and clean her up. She is extremely sensitive, flinching every time the towel grazes her skin a little too hard.

After everything has been cleaned up, Adalia lifts herself off the couch to go to the bathroom, her legs shaking with every step she takes. I wait in the living room until she returns.

The toilet flushes and soon enough she is limping out of the bathroom. She has put on a new pair of panties (God knows where she grabbed those), and is walking on a pair of slippers. She seats herself on the edge of the couch and looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"You don't have to stay."

I stare blankly at her for a few seconds, the words need some time to register in my brain. She is right, I don't have to be here for any longer than needed. I can walk out the door without a worry, I don't have a reason to stay.

I can't believe I don't have a reason to stay anymore.

I swallow, gathering words in my brain but only one comes out. "Right.."

We maintain our eye contact for a couple more seconds before I get up from the couch. I look around the room one last time, unconsciously stalling my leaving, and then start strolling towards the front door.

I turn around, checking if I won't hear any peep from Adalia, but she is just smiling at me. The side of my lips quirk up for a second, casually returning her kind gesture.

"Bye." I hear her sweet voice as I open the door.

"Bye." I manage to say faintly, my voice sounding bored and monotone, when that could not be further from the truth. I walk through the door, letting it shut behind me. I stand still as soon as I hear the click, reaching for my pocket to fetch my car keys.

I feel a pang in my chest when I hear the jingling sound, I didn't leave them inside by accident. My feet feel like cement as I walk towards the elevator, too heavy to carry all the way downstairs. My eyes keep staring into the distance while making my way back to the car. Once inside with the door shut, a groan leaves my mouth.

Frustration runs through my veins. It feels as though this interaction has only enriched the amount of irritation, instead of lowering it.

I didn't have a reason to stay.

The thought keeps haunting my mind, all the way home. Even as I lie in my bed, I stare at the ceiling and it comes back to me. I didn't have that obligation, she didn't expect me to sit there with her. I didn't have a reason because she didn't need me to stay.

So why does a part of me want a reason?

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Benefits of Car Troubles (Leigh Shaw x Reader) (Oneshot)

Summary: When Leigh's car won't start, she calls Y/n to help her out.

Gender not specified for reader

No permission for translating or posting this content other places

Warnings: Smut (18+)

A/N: I thought I'd try something. Would love to hear your thoughts. This has nothing to do with Halloween but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! As always, I hope you enjoy!

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Leigh’s car makes an awful noise as she tries to start it. “No, no, no!” She slams her hand against the steering wheel. She couldn’t afford for another thing to be broken right now. The air conditioning unit in the house was already out, the oven was giving them problems, and there appeared to be a bug problem that hiring an exterminator was the only solution for. Her car did not need to be added to that list. “Come on, pick up, pick up,” she mutters to herself as she waits for you to answer the phone. She also couldn’t afford to order a ride from one of the services. It was times like these she regretted taking time from working to focus on writing.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, trying to sound as though you weren’t jumping up and down from finally getting a call from her. It had been a while since she last called you and the last time the two of you were around each other didn’t end too well. But nonetheless, it was good to hear from her again.

“I hate to ask, but could you do me a really big favor?”

You look around the shop you work at and calculate in your mind if you had time to slip away but things were a little bit busy and you weren’t so sure that you could. “Listen, Leigh, as much fun as that would be. Things are kind of hectic right now. But I could drop by in a couple of hours and–”

“That’s not what I’m calling you for,” she interrupts. “I need a ride to my new job and my car isn’t starting. I would call someone else but I need your expertise. You’re a mechanic right?”

“Ouch! We were sleeping together for months and you have to ask that?” You tease.

“Well, we weren’t doing a lot of talking,” she points out. “At least, you weren’t.”

“Alright, fair enough. Yeah, I’ll be right there to check it out. I’ll even give you a discount,” you say flirtatiously.

Leigh sighs, “Do you still think you’re in love with me?” You get quiet and realize she’s not in a playful mood at all. “We can’t go back to that. I have way too much going on right now. Please understand.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you say and hang up the phone. You go to one of your co-workers to ask if they’ll be okay by themselves for the time being. When you’re good to leave, you drive the tow truck to Leigh’s house just in case. Arriving at her house, your heart starts to jump a little. For the past few months, the two of you were having a sort of affair. You met in a writing class at the community college. There weren’t many students in the class and so it was easier to get to know people.

One night, after the class had all passed an assignment for the first time that entire semester, everyone decided to go out and celebrate at a bar nearby. A few drinks in and Leigh was spilling her guts to you about her bad marriage and how she hadn’t had sex in over a year. A few more drinks later, the two of you were making out in the bathroom. Things stopped before they went too far. But a couple weeks later, she proposed the idea of the two of you helping each other out.

In your case, you didn’t have time for a relationship and you entertained the idea of finding people to sleep around with but you didn’t like the idea of going out every night to find someone and those dating apps were just nightmares. As for Leigh, she wasn’t proud of it, but she has needs and she was tired of arguing with her husband. She would leave him, if she were financially independent to do so. But as of right now, she had to stay and pick up the pieces that had become of her life. So, the two of you would meet up at random times throughout the week and have sex. A couple of times, she wanted it to be at her house. She got a bit of a thrill knowing that she did something scandalous and had gotten away with it.

Things were working out very well for the two of you, until you had to go and ruin it by falling in love with her. The little moments after, when she wanted to be held and listened too, made it pretty difficult not to. She would make you a meal sometimes and you would do the same for her other times. You would send her little snippets of a story you were working on, unsure if you liked it, and she would either encourage you to keep it or help you adjust it. You would do the same for her, of course. And when she got good feedback from the professor, she couldn’t wait to share it with you. It got hard to keep those boundaries solid when she kept blurring the lines.

Eventually, you began to open up to her the way she had been doing with you and it startled her. She had been taking so much from you, it hadn’t crossed her mind that you would ever want anything in return. Then one night, she asked you about your feelings and you were honest. She walked out saying that she needed space and time to think. It hurt, but you didn’t fight her.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver!” She says as she gets in the truck with you.

“In more ways than one, right?” You wink and she shakes her head. “It’s not a problem. I’ll take a better look at the shop and fix it up. I won’t charge you for it either.”

This makes her frown, “You shouldn’t do that for me. Not after the way I’ve been treating you.”

“Leigh, it’s not a problem. Really,” you promise. “I’ll work on it after hours so it’s not cutting into business time. It’s my shop, I can do as I please,” your light tone makes her smile a little. It wasn’t your shop, yet, but since you were going to inherit it someday you liked to joke around about nepotism. It warms your heart a little, knowing she did remember some details about you. “Besides, how are you supposed to get back on your feet without a little help along the way?” Leigh goes quiet and doesn’t say another word the rest of the way to her new job. She barely says a goodbye as she exits the truck. You don’t take it too personally. She said that she had a lot going on and the last thing you wanted to do was be added to the list of her problems.

You take the car back to work and have it sitting in an empty spot to work on later. Depending on what needed to be done, you had other clients that wouldn’t be so understanding if you didn’t have their cars ready on time. And you didn’t like to give people a hard time. When the rest of the workers have left for the end of the day you send Leigh a text to ask if she needed a ride home. She doesn’t respond. You spend a few hours assessing the damage to her car and find that a lot of work needed to be done and that the vehicle hasn’t been serviced in a long time. Pretty much how I found Leigh, the thought makes you laugh to yourself.

Closing up for the night, you check your phone and find no messages from Leigh. It makes you a little sad but you remind yourself that she’s going through a lot at the moment. She doesn’t have time to have anything complicated with you right now. However, while you’re making yourself dinner, you get a phone call.

“Sorry, I didn’t need a ride home. I had my sister pick me up,” she says first thing. “Thank you for offering, by the way. Sometimes I think you’re too good for this world.” You smile at the thought, she didn’t know you nearly as well as you did her but you weren’t going to correct her. You liked that she only knew the good side of you. “So, um, how long do you think I’m going to be without a car?”

“I think it’ll be done by hmm, Friday,” you estimate. “When was the last time you took that thing in for maintenance?” She remains silent and it makes you laugh. “I thought as much. Well, I wish the news was better. You’re lucky it broke down in your garage and not in the middle of the road. So Friday or Sunday. I will do my best to have it done by then.”

“Thank you, really,” she whispers and you know that she isn’t alone anymore.

“Tell your husband I said hi,” you tease. “Goodbye, Leigh.” You hang up the phone and a few seconds after, you receive a text from her telling you that you’re not funny. But it only makes you think that you’re that much funnier.

A few days go by and you don’t hear another word from Leigh. You don’t mind, you need to focus on work and on her car. You didn’t need to be thinking about how good she tasted or how amazing it felt when she’d moan in order to let you know that you were doing something right. First rule was; if it isn’t good, don’t pretend that it is. The two of you learned so much about each other that way. It was kind of odd how she could know so much and yet so little about you. But you wanted to change that. You wanted her to know all of you. However, she didn’t want that and she was married. That complicated many, many things.

Friday afternoon, she calls you during her lunch hour and asks for an update on her car. You tell her that it should be ready by the end of the night, but that it could possibly take another day, depending if a part you ordered for it is delivered later that day. She thanks you and before she ends the call you hear her whisper that she misses you. It makes a part of you grow excited but you choose to ignore it and get back to work.

Fortunately for her, the part arrives on time and you’re a little saddened that this could be the last reason you have to talk with her. She would have her car and her job and her writing and her husband and there would be no place for you in her life again. You almost wanted to be a jerk and find ways to keep her car hostage a little longer just so that she’d have to see you. But you don’t. You send her a picture of the part and tell her that the car should be ready by the end of the day. She replies that she’ll have her sister drop her off and that she insists on negotiating something with you.

Instead of fighting her on it through text messages that could possibly get her in trouble at work. You simply send a see you later message and leave it at that. Leigh is a little thrown off by the short message. She expected some playful banter, a flirtatious response, anything that wasn’t what she was given. She begins to nervously chew on her thumbnail as she considers that maybe you lost interest in her already. The thought that should have brought her comfort, only saddened her.

Then it confused her. She knew that her marriage was practically over and that in itself had been a tough pill to swallow. But would she be ready to move on so fast when the time came to finally pull the plug? Move from a bad marriage to a possibly good relationship with you. Would the two of you be able to trust each other? Would she find her happy ending with you? Or were you just what she needed in this desperate time in her life and the two of you would be better off going your separate ways?

She didn’t know, and right now, she wasn’t sure that any of that mattered. Leigh carries on with her day and when she gets home she gets ready to see you. She tells Matt that she is going out with some friends and Jules and not to wait up for her. He was smiling at his phone the whole time, ignoring her. She asks if he heard her and he looks at her confused. When he notices her all dressed up, he doesn’t have that look in his eyes that he once did. Back when he found her attractive. He doesn’t even find her outfit suspicious. She’s certain that she could leave in nothing but lingerie and he wouldn’t care in the slightest. Leigh repeats herself to him and he tells her that he was planning on going out with his brother, Danny, anyway. She knew that he wasn’t. It wasn’t any wonder why he didn’t touch her anymore.

Before her arrangement with you, she fully believed her husband when he told her he wasn’t in the mood because of his new medication. That was the case once upon a time. But once she started sneaking around with you and she realized how easy it was to get away with. That’s when she knew Matt wasn’t interested in her anymore. He was interested in someone else. She had her theories but she wouldn’t know for certain until she confronted him. But she wasn’t sure if she cared enough to have the exhausting argument that was bound to cause in order to find out.

As you are putting the finishing touches to Leigh’s car, you think about the many different scenarios in what could possibly happen between you and Leigh tonight. She’ll probably want to set up a payment plan with you and you were prepared to shut her down. She would try to convince you otherwise and you would stand your ground. Then there were the more hopeful fantasies where she walks in to tell you that she left her husband and wants to be with you. Or that she loves you but she can’t leave her husband quite yet. Then your mind went too far and you imagined her walking in dressed as one of your favorite comic book characters, ready to fuck you again.

“Looking good,” Leigh breaks you out of your head as she enters the garage of the autobody shop.

“Thanks, but I haven’t done anything fun to your car. It’s all interior work,” you say as you shut the hood and clean off a bit of grease that had gotten on the paint with a rag. Finally done with the repairs.

Leigh snakes her way into your view, shaking her head. “I’m not talking about the car,” her sultry tone has your heart racing in anticipation. You freeze like a statue watching as she takes the rag out of your hands and drops it to the floor. “I’m talking about you,” she whispers against your lips. You gulp as she inches closer with every word. She tentatively touches your chest, sliding her hands up and around your neck. You struggle to find the ability to think with her so close.

“What are yo-mmh!” Your question is cut off by her intoxicating lips. It's been weeks since the last kiss the two of you shared. You’re quickly realizing that it’s been the longest weeks of your entire life. You place your hands firmly on her hips and pull her body flush against yours. Not being able to get close enough. There’s no way you’re letting this opportunity slip through your fingers.

Carefully, you lift her on the hood of her car, never removing your lips from hers. Or caring that you’re probably staining her dress with the grease on your gloves. She pulls away long enough to giggle from the action, you even manage a smile before you recapture her lips, swallowing the continued laughter. Her hands roam all over; your face, hair, covered chest, neck, and even starts pulling on the collar of your work jumpsuit.

Feeling the all too familiar dangerous heat between the two of you, you attempt to step back. Only to be held closer by her legs locked on your waist. You grin at her and unzip the jumpsuit, it’s easy to pull the sleeves off but not so easy to step out of, you almost fall over. Leigh catches you before you tumble off to the side and you shake your head, slightly embarrassed. She makes it better by grabbing your head and resuming the kiss.

You respond with a little too much enthusiasm but she isn’t pulling away. You’re a little surprised that she’s allowed things to go this far. She has been putting everything to a halt ever since you told her how you felt. Ever since she shut things down, you couldn’t even glance in her direction in class without her rejecting you. All too soon she’s pushing you back. Reluctantly, you comply and pull away bracing yourself for her to tell you all of the reasons this has to stop. But the mischievous glint in her eyes says otherwise. “Maybe we should take this upstairs,” she hops off the hood and beckons you with the curl of her finger. You follow, like an obedient dog as she makes her way to your apartment upstairs. Tossing your work gloves on the way.

Once you’re inside, you slam the door shut and push her up against it. Keeping her pinned to the wood, you push a strand of hair behind her ear then lightly trail your hand down her neck, over her shoulder, and slowly down her arm feeling her goosebumps dance from the contact of your skin. You hold eye contact with her as you lock the door, smiling at the satisfying click of the lock. You enjoy the way your chests move in sync as you breathe each other in. “Smooth, where’d you learn that one?” She attempts a joke, tension never faltering.

A seductive smile, at least you hope it’s seductive, curls up on your face as both of your hands find their way behind her thighs. “Saw it in a movie,” you grunt as you lift her up, pulling her legs around your waist. You begin to pepper soft kisses along her neck.

Leigh gasps in surprise, “Oh yeah? What movie?”

Smiling against her skin, the only thing on your mind is her, “Can’t seem to remember.”

Groaning in frustration, she pulls your head up from where you started to explore her collarbone and latches onto you for another rushed kiss. You weren’t sure how much time she had but something told you it wasn’t a lot. It doesn’t seem to matter much once you start to lose your mind as she keeps a hold of your head with a tight grip on your hair. You can’t say that you mind though, anything to distract from your racing thoughts. You roll your hips against hers. Her chest arches against yours as her mouth hangs, her head tilted back leaving her neck open to you with her eyes screwed shut. If you weren't in total awe of her right now you probably wouldn’t have heard her silent plea of, “Again.”

Holding her close to you, you roll your hips again and again until you can’t take it anymore and bunch up the dress she was wearing in order to get your fingers inside of her. Holding her steady with one arm and your body still close, you move your free hand around her body. You are further surprised when you find that she doesn’t have any underwear on. This was what she meant by negotiating, now you’re caught up. You bring your lips back to hers and sigh through your nose as you slip one finger inside of her. Leigh pulls away panting heavily and begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. She makes her way back up to your ear as she whispers, “I need more of you.”

“Yeah?” You ask as you insert another finger and kiss her shoulder.

She bites her lip and nods, enjoying the feel of you inside of her once again. You add to her pleasure as you begin to use your thumb to rub circles on her clitorous. “Mmm, I’ve missed you,” she says as she starts to move her hips to ride your fingers. You use them the way you’ve learned how and delight in watching her face as she is being satisfied the way a woman like her deserves to be.

When she looks like she is close, you stop what you’re doing and pull your fingers out of her. Leigh scowls at you as she tries to catch her breath but she knows you. She trusts that you wouldn’t leave her like this. A complete mess, desperate for a release. You lift your hand up and maintain eye contact with her as you lick her juices off of your fingers. Moaning as you savor the taste. She whimpers as she watches you. Then she bites her lip, anticipating your next move.

Returning your hand to her side, you pry her legs apart from their tight grip on you so that you can kneel in front of her. She keeps her curious eyes on you as you get lower and her eyes shut the second that your tongue slips through her folds. Her hands tangle in your hair again and she rocks against your face as you enthusiastically eat her out. “Just like that, fuck,” she curses as you move your tongue in her pussy.

You’re eager to taste her like this again. This time you enjoy as much of her as you can. Not certain that there will be another chance to have her in this way again. With her legs on your shoulders, you thrust your fingers inside of her again while your mouth gives attention to her clit. She begins to move her hips as gets closer to the edge again. You hold onto her to keep her from falling as she orgasms into your mouth. You revel in having made her cum so fast. Her whole body shakes from the impact of the orgasm. The last one she had was with you and she can’t believe that she had deprived herself of this for as long as she had. You keep your mouth on her as she rides out her high and don’t stop until she is trying to push you away.

Carefully, you set her feet back onto the ground. She isn’t able to stand on her own so you have to help her as you rise to be face to face with her. She gives you a lazy, satiated smile. “You know, I came here to give you an orgasm, not receive one from you. After all the work that you did for me, I didn’t need another thing to thank you for.”

You shrug as you wipe off some of her arousal from around your mouth. “Trust me, letting me do that was the best payment I’ve ever received.” You trace her lips with your finger that had been inside of her just seconds ago. Slowly, you slip them between her lips. “Clean them off,” you tell her and she does while maintaining eye contact. Tasting herself and enjoying it but not nearly as much as you had, she finds pleasure in obeying you. She licks and sucks your fingers clean and the sight is almost enough to make you reach a high of your own.

When she’s done with your fingers, Leigh sets her hands on your chest again and pushes you further into the apartment. “My turn,” she says as you hit the armrest of the sofa. She kisses you as she works on your belt and jeans. Once they pool around your ankles, Leigh breaks the kiss and drops to her knees in front of you. She places her mouth on you and does what she had done to your fingers. She licks you, she sucks you, and she looks up to watch you as she makes you fall apart.

You try to keep your eyes open but she knows all of the ways to make that impossible. You warn her that you’re close but she doesn’t remove her mouth from you. Instead she adds her hand to get you there so much faster. You let out a low moan as you reach your climax, nearly falling onto the rest of the sofa. She does for you what you had done for her, she licks up as much of your release as she can.

As you come down from your high and Leigh is making her way up your body, pulling your shirt up and pressing her lips to your skin along the way, your thoughts start to return. Why is this happening right now? She is the one who said she didn’t want us. Is this her way of showing me she’s changed her mind? Does she want a relationship with me? Or is this just sex like before. “Penny for your thoughts?” Leigh continues to pepper light kisses along your exposed shoulder as she pulls your shirt further up. “Where’d you go? I feel like I lost you for a moment there.”

You sigh through your nose, trying to decide whether or not you want to ruin this moment by expressing your thoughts. You help her remove your shirt and decide that all of that could wait for another day. Right now it was about you and her making each other feel good. “Nowhere, I’m right here,” you say as you bring her lips to meet yours, tasting the mix of you and her. Then, stepping out of your shoes and pants, you walk her over to your bedroom. “How much time do you have?” You ask as you start to take her dress off.

“All night,” she whispers as she helps you with her dress. She goes to remove her heels but stops when you shake your head.

“Perfect,” you shut the door behind you once the two of you are inside.

In the morning, she’s still lying there beside you. It’s quite a sight to see, her tangled in your bed sheets while she was peacefully asleep. You never thought you’d get lucky enough to see it before she was out of your life for good. Making the most out of the time you still have, you kiss her shoulder. When she doesn’t stir awake, you remember what she had whispered to you once many weeks ago.

The two of you were fantasizing with each other what kind of things that you want to do with each other but probably never could because of the situation that she was in. “I want to wake up with your tongue inside of me,” the words ring through your head as you make your way between her legs under the covers to fulfill one of her sexual desires. You start by kissing her thighs to get body to react. She moves from laying on her side to laying on her back and you wonder if she is awake. But when you lift the covers to check, her eyes are still closed. So you go back down and start kissing her body again.

Then lightly, you dip the tip of your tongue between her folds to test her. Grazing her clit every time you move your tongue. Not completely believing that she is still asleep. But she doesn’t show otherwise. So you continue on, you get your arms around her thighs to get comfortable. You begin to trace her with your tongue. Then, pressing your tongue flat against her, you lick her in one long motion. Humming against her from her flavor. She lets out a moan and her legs move to tighten around your head. The corner of your mouth lifts up as you realize that she’s waking up.

You bring your right hand back around while you continue to move your tongue in her. To add to her pleasure, you move your hand up her body to stimulate her breast, only to be met with her hand already playing with her nipple. You pause what you’re doing and lift the covers up to find Leigh with a tired pout because you stopped.

“Good morning,” you greet in a husky whisper.

She hums in delight, turned on further just by your morning voice. “Good morning, indeed.”

You move your hand down from where it was laying on top of hers and with both hands on the mattress you push yourself up her body, placing a few kisses along the way. You stop at her chest to kiss both of breasts. Making your way further up, you hover your lips over hers. She tries to kiss you but you move back, not creating much space between you and her but enough that she can’t meet her lips with yours. Leigh’s eyes move from yours to your lips as she bites her bottom lip, anticipating when or if you’ll finally kiss her.

Lowering your right hand between you and her, you enter her slowly but without warning. Leigh gasps as she is filled by you and once you’ve buried yourself deep enough, she chases your lips again but you don’t let her catch you. She begins to pout at you again as you thrust into her, finding a rhythm. It makes you smile, teasing her this way. But she doesn’t care for it, so she moves her lips to kiss other parts of you. Only for a few seconds, you allow her to get what she wants. Then you stop her from kissing your body. She tries to kiss your mouth and you pull out of her completely and she narrows her eyes at you. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” She asks, her body is begging for a release and you playing with her like this was only testing her patience instead of turning her on.

Your cheeks flush a bright red. “No,” you drag out the word in a playful manner. She scowls at you, making you break into laughter as you fall beside her. “I’m sorry, I thought you might like it.”

“Babe,” Leigh climbs on top of you and guides you back into her. “All I need is you, not some gimmick to spice things up.” You watch her in awe as she rides you. Then she locks her arms around your neck as she finally gets the kiss she had been hungry for since she woke up from the morning cunnilingus. With one hand, you work on bringing her to her climax with the other placed firmly on her hips.

Leigh bites your lip as she ends the kiss and moves onto the existing hickies from last night. She intended to make them worse. So no one else would be tempted and although she disliked this sudden possessiveness over you, she hated the thought of you with someone else so much more. She wished that she could promise you all of her right here, right now. But she couldn’t. She was still married to… oh she couldn’t think about this right now. She was here, with you, and you were much more desirable than her thoughts.

She lifts her body from where it was against yours and grips onto the headboard to keep her grounded. But then she started to picture a life with you. Many mornings like this one, and many nights like last night. Until kids come into the picture. Did you want kids? Maybe you had mentioned it and she ignored you because she didn’t want to know. Now she worried that she was losing her heart to someone that might hurt her the same way or worse. At least she worried for the split second she was able to have the thought. You quickly clear her mind as you bring her closer and closer to the sweet edge only you’ve managed to get her to. Before you, Leigh thought she knew what an orgasm was like. Now she wished that she had met you sooner.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Leigh cries out as she collapses on top of you.

“So much better than coffee,” you pant out.

Leigh laughs and places a lazy kiss on your shoulder. “Did you cum?” She asks as she slides off to the side. She adjusts her position so that she is holding you while the two of you come back to earth.

“Yeah,” you say between breaths with a contagious grin. Leigh mirrors the expression, feeling the energy that you were.

“I love you,” she whispers and before you can say it back she swallows your words with a deep kiss. “Don’t say it,” she says with pleading eyes when she pulls away for a second. You nod and choose to express your feelings through another kiss.

After the two of you lay in your bed for a couple hours, in silence, holding each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, you pull away from her completely. She sits up, pulling the blanket with her to remain covered and watches you. Worried that your thoughts might’ve caught up with you the way that her own thoughts have. You get up and grab some underwear from your dresser to slip on. Then some jeans and then a t-shirt. You sit on the edge of the bed so that you can put socks on.

“Do you think you’ll ever be ready to leave him?” You remain facing away from her as you let the question slip out. Knowing that you wouldn’t have the courage otherwise.

Leigh shuts her eyes, feeling like the question had stabbed her in the chest. Even though it was a fair question. She wanted to give you a simple answer. It should be a simple answer. But she couldn’t, the situation was too complicated to give you a yes or a no. There were still some good between them. Some of the reasons she married him still exist. And yet they were miserable. The love that was once there, was long gone. They didn’t even have respect for each other anymore. The only way to end each other's misery was to end the marriage. She knew it, she’s pretty certain he knew it too. What was taking them so long, she had no idea.

Feeling as though you might slip away while she makes up her mind, Leigh crawls closer to you. Slipping her arms between yours, she lays her head on your right shoulder as she hugs you from behind. Needing to be close to you. Needing to hold you. Maybe if her arms are tight enough, you won’t be able to leave her just yet when she says all of the wrong things. “I want to,” she pauses as she considers how much she wants to open up to you. “Every day I think I will just do it. Forget my plans, just pack up my things and move back in with my mom. But she has Jules’ sobriety to deal with already. I’m not sure I want to pile my marital problems onto her. Even if I did, we can’t afford a divorce right now. Not unless we’re both able to come to an agreement without getting lawyers involved.”

You nod as you hear her out. You wish that you could make all of her problems disappear, but she needed to know that she could do it on her own. There was nothing better than finding your independence. The strength and liberation was not something you wanted to take away from her. Another thing, you didn’t want her to feel like she had to be with you because she owed you. You wanted her to be with you because she loves you, because she wants you.

While she talks, she continues to wrap her naked body around you. She tosses the covers to the side so she can trap you with her legs as much as she had with her arms. Listening to her, you mindlessly rub her smooth legs to comfort her as best as you can. Knowing that you won’t be able to once you put an end to whatever this is. She needed you to do it. If you didn’t then she would have the option to run to you when she felt weak. She wouldn’t ever find that fire or that strength that you knew was buried deep inside of her. You needed to stop being selfish and you needed to let her go. But the way she clinged onto you made it so difficult to want to do the right thing.

Luckily, there is a knock on your front door and she falls away from you. Not without one more kiss, of course. “You can help yourself to any of my clothes,” you tell her as you leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

“Sorry to interrupt, Y/n. But uh, there’s a girl down there claiming you might know where her sister is,” your coworker says. Although the shop wasn’t meant to open for another couple hours, she always showed up the earliest. The two of you usually opened up together. She was kind of your friend. It was hard to tell because she was pretty closed off.

“Yeah, uh, tell her she’ll be down in a second,” you shut the door and sigh.

“Who was it?” Leigh asks, stepping out in only your t-shirt.

You fall against the front door, your breath taken away by the sight of her. “Reality,” you answer. “Listen, Leigh,” she rushes over to you to stop you from speaking. But you had to do the right thing here. “Once you walk out that door, you have to promise me,” your words fail you as she takes your hand and you lose your strength, “not to call me until you can see me again.” Those weren’t the words that you thought were going to be coming out of your mouth. You wanted to tell her that this was the last time. That she had to make up her mind. That whatever was between the two of you was over until it could be permanently defined. “I don’t want you to get into some sort of trouble. You know?” You drop your head to look at the ground, a little disappointed in yourself.

She smiles and kisses your forehead, “Okay, I promise.” Leigh lifts your head to start something she can’t finish and you stop her by placing both of your hands over hers.

“No, we can’t anymore. Your sister is here. Probably freaking out because you disappeared for the night,” you explain as you drop her hands.

“Right, shit, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this.” Leigh panics quietly to herself and you try to reassure her that everything will be okay when there is another knock on your door. You shoo Leigh back to the room to get some pants and wait until your bedroom is closed before opening the door in front of you.

This time it isn’t your co-worker. But it isn’t Jules either. It’s the man that you’ve only seen in pictures. You gulp as you try to keep your composer. “Can I help you?” You say with a voice steadier than you are. He doesn’t get a syllable out before Leigh walks out of the room with your pajama pants on this time.

“Look, Jules this isn’t what you–” she stops when she sees him instead. All of the blood rushes out of her face and tears spring to her eyes. “Matt,” she chokes out in a harsh whisper.

Part 2

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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The Case of the Missing Eddie Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie disappears, and you freak the hell out. Contains: Panic, unhealthy coping mechanisms, murderous thoughts, Uncle Wayne, comfort, cheeseburgers. Word Count: 1.7k-ish Notes: Takes place near the end of the 1984-85 school year. Reader is a junior, Eddie is in Senior Year: Take 2. This was originally written for an event by newlips, but I picked at it for two weeks and still didn't like it enough to submit it, so now it's just a random entry in my Evil Woman universe. (As with all of those, can be read as a standalone.)

This features the prompt "If I believe in anything, it's you." from the 'A Quiet Love' list by soulprompts.

Eddie Munson was nowhere to be found.

You knew he had an appointment with Miss Kelley during 4th period that he'd pretended not to be nervous about. When the bell rang at the end of the day, you'd gone to meet him in the parking lot and find out how it went, but his van was gone. Did he go home sick? Did they find out what he did to the boys' locker room? Had the contents of his lunchbox been discovered? Your mind went wild with worry.

He probably just had errands to run, Gareth had said. It was Friday night, he'd definitely be back in time for Hellfire, Jeff had assured you. And yet, he was not. After waiting half an hour for their Dungeon Master to appear, the Hellfire Club finally packed up and went home.

You went to Eddie's.

Lights off, door locked, no van in sight.

Wedging a note that read "EDWARD. CALL ME." into the crack of the trailer door, you went home and continued worrying.

The next morning, when you knew Wayne would be getting home, you called.

"H'lo?"

"Hey, Wayne. Is Eddie there?"

"Hang on, I just walked in." You heard him put the phone down, walk away, and come back a few seconds later. "He's not here, darlin."

"Do you know if he came home at all last night?"

"Nope… anything I should know?"

"I haven't seen him since lunch yesterday... he was nervous about a meeting with Miss Kelley during 4th period."

"Aw, hell," Wayne grumbled. "If he shows up, I'll get him to call you."

"Thanks, Wayne."

He hummed in acknowledgment and hung up.

You hung up your own phone and banged your head against the wall next to it. What the hell, Eddie?

You waited.

And you waited.

And then you started cleaning.

The kind of cleaning that only happens when you're trying to take your mind off something that's worrying you.

Or someone you're going to kill for causing all this worry.

You hardly slept that night. You hadn't slept the night before either. You'd left your bedroom window cracked, even though it wasn't exactly sleeping-with-the-windows-open weather, hoping that it would summon him.

It did not.

On Sunday morning, approximately 30 seconds after you'd finally drifted off, the phone began to ring.

You leaped out of bed and tried to grab it, but you were so jittery and sleep-deprived, you fumbled it. When you finally got it to your ear, you heard Wayne.

"You alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, just dropped the phone. Did you find him?"

"He's here, but it looks like he's sleepin' one off. I'd give him a while. Just wanted you to quit worryin'."

You breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling shaky.

"Thanks, Wayne. Can I come by and murder him in a few hours?"

He chuckled. "Go easy, sweetheart. Last time he disappeared like this was when he found out he'd failed."

Shit.

"Alright, Wayne. I'll spare him this time. Thanks again for calling."

"Sure thing. I'll leave the door unlocked for you." Wayne hung up.

Well, he's alive. For now, you think bitterly.

You managed to wait until 11:27 before heading out. You stopped by the only drive-thru in town and ordered Eddie's favorite burger combo, and one for Wayne too. Eddie's was to be used for either bribery or comfort. Wayne's was a thank-you.

You pulled into your usual spot and turned off the car, taking a moment to compose yourself. Breathe. You're not here to kill him for worrying you to death. You're here to find out what's wrong, and show him that you love him. There will be no murder today.

You entered quietly. Wayne, as promised, had left the door unlocked for you. At least one Munson Man can be counted on, said the devil on one shoulder. Go easy on him, he's having a hard time, said the angel on the other. Both of you need to shut the hell up, the annoyed brain in the middle thought. Wayne was sleeping, so you left the food on the table and approached Eddie's room cautiously.

Slipping in and easing the door shut behind you, you take a minute just to watch him breathe. He's alive. He's okay. He's face-down and sprawled out in nothing but his boxers, and you can smell the sweat and booze from the door.

You tiptoe through the mess of dirty clothes on the floor and sit on the edge of the bed. You rub a hand across his back, just grateful to be close to him again. Even if he does smell like a farm animal.

He begins to stir, turning his head in your direction and inching closer to your warmth. All of your anger begins to dissipate. Damn your soft spot for Sleepy Eddie. You reach up and gently brush his hair out of his face. He slowly opens his eyes, and smiles when he sees you.

And then he scrunches his eyes shut again, reaching for his head with a groan, and buries his face in the pillow. You smile, at his adorableness and not his misery, and exit the room. You return a minute later with a tall glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. Shaking out two pills into your palm as quietly as you can, you hold them out to him. You say his name softly, and once he realizes what you want, he sits up and pops them in his mouth, then drains the glass and hands it back to you.

"Another?" He shakes his head, and you place the glass on his bedside table. You want to give him time, and to tell him you love him, and to take it easy on him like Wayne asked you to. However, what comes out of your mouth is:

"What the fuck, Eddie?"

He looks at you quizzically, and his face clouds over when realizes what you're talking about. He sinks back down into the bed, flops onto his stomach, and hides his face in the pillow again. Maybe try a softer approach?

"I'm glad you're okay. But you scared the shit out of me. What the hell happened?"

He mumbles something that you can't quite make out.

"Wanna try that again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow that he can't see.

He turns his head in away from you and speaks to the wall.

"I failed," he croaks, "AGAIN."

As usual, Wayne was right. You wish you'd spent a little less time cleaning and a little more time figuring out how to handle this potential scenario. You take a deep breath.

"Go ahead and leave me, we both know it's coming."

"What?" you ask with an incredulous chuckle.

"You can do better than the dumb-ass Super Senior. Everybody knows it."

"Okay. So I should leave you because you suck at chemistry?"

"I suck at everything."

"Eddie, I say this with love… but shut the fuck up."

For once in his life, he does.

"You are good at so many things. It's not your fault that they're not things you get graded on." He doesn't respond, so you continue. "It's high school. It's not the end of the world."

"I'm gonna be the oldest fucking senior in the history of Indiana."

"Think they'll give you a trophy?"

He scoffs. Too soon, noted.

"You'll get there next year."

"Why bother? I'll just drop out like my old man did, let the cycle continue, everyone expects it anyway."

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'll beat your ass if you drop out, and then Wayne will probably want a turn, and if there's anything left of you, maybe we'll let Hellfire have a go."

You see his body twitch like he's fighting back either a sob or a chuckle, but he doesn't make a sound.

"Plus, you'll have an advantage next year that you didn't have this time."

"What?" he asks miserably.

"Me, doofus. I'll be a senior too. And I'm going to bully Miss Kelley into putting us in the same classes, so I can ride your ass and make sure you pass this time."

"All I heard was ride my ass."

You give the aforementioned ass a sharp smack, and he jumps from the impact.

"You're gonna get there next year. You're gonna walk that stage, flip Higgins the bird, and be free of Hawkins High forever."

"You seriously believe that?"

"If I believe in anything, it's you."

He's silent for a moment, then heaves a sigh and turns over to face you.

"That was extremely cheesy."

"So's the burger I brought you," you tease through the blush rising in your cheeks. It may have been a cheesy line, but it got the job done. "Get your ass up, wash this dead animal stench off, and maybe I'll let you eat it."

He smiles and extends a hand, as if he's going to let you pull him up. You stand up and reach for him, and he pulls you down. Into the bed. Where it smells like a drunk pig has been wallowing. Then he crawls on top of you. Rubbing his stupid face all over you. Spreading his stench with a wicked grin on his face. And you can't even yell at him, because you'll wake Wayne. He knows this. The rotten bastard.

"You're lucky I love you," you hiss through gritted teeth. He stills.

"I know," he says softly, looking up at you with those big sad eyes of his. You feel your heart break a little, and lean in for a kiss.

"Jesus Christ, can you get secondhand drunk? Is that a thing?" You wipe your mouth and shove him off you, and he laughs. You roll out of his bed and start pulling clean clothes out of the dresser, throwing them at him one garment at a time. A t-shirt hits him in the face before he realizes what you're doing, and he catches the rest. He gathers his clothes and heads for the door, stopping in front of you.

"Thank you," he whispers with a lingering kiss to your forehead. You pull back and look up at him with pure adoration in your eyes. And then that mischievous twinkle returns to his. "Jesus, you smell like you've been dumpster diving. When's the last time you bathed? You should probably come get in the shower with me." You laugh and give his smart ass a shove toward the bathroom.

God, you love him.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #don't mind me just snarking my way out of every situation known to man

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fuk-emup · 4 months

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Do something about cliff, we NEED more cliff (also hello)

⋆༺𓆩Best Friends𓆪༻⋆

Cliff Burton x Female!reader

warnings: piv, oral(m receiving), getting caught

You were laying on your bed like you always do. It was finally Friday! your plans were watching movies and eating pizza while drinking beer. Could it be better? you've rented "Jaws", you were going to order pizza when your telephone started ringing.

"Who calls at this hour?" You ask yourself, looking at the clock."7:39", it wasn't that late, but you weren't expecting any call..

"Hello?" You pick up the telephone, thinking who could it be? "heyyy! what's up?" You hear from the other line, recognizing that voice you loved, it was your friend Cliff, immediately getting excited at his call.

"Everything's fine, I was going to order a pizza, and you called, what about you..?" you say, chuckling softly, hearing Cliff in a low chuckle from the other line "everything's fine too! I wanted to invite you to the Metallica's concert"

You smile. "Oh yeah, why not? when is it?" you ask, leaning in the table underneath the phone.

"Today! it starts at 9 pm, but if you come earlier, it'd be better" Cliff says in that low voice, obsessed until you realize IT IS TODAY! you get desperate thinking about everything, what should you wear? why is he inviting you? and all that.

"I'll be there, don't worry" you say excitedly, playing the telephone cable, curling it like a teenager.

"Nah! wait for me, I'll go to pick you up, id tell you 8pm, but knowing you you will be ready like at 8:59... ill be there at 8:30, okay?" Cliff says and hangs the telephone, "okay, byee! ill be wating for you.." You say before Cliff hands the phone.

You and Cliff met a few years ago in a record store. You were going to buy a The Misfits vinyl, it was the last one.. and Cliff also wanted it. It was a funny way of meeting, that's when you started talking, since you both first met, you had a little crush on Cliff, and he also had a little crush on you, but you never told each others.

Back on the day, you canceled your plans for watching "Jaws", you went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, put some makeup on, you were finishing your hair, when the doorbell of your apartment ringed.. oh no! it was already 8:30, and you were just doing your hair, makeup, and wearing a towel.

You ran towards the door and opened it, seeing Cliff, who was looking at you with a frown, holding his laugh. "H-" Cliff cuts you. "I told you to be ready at 8:30.." Cliff says, frowning and shaking his head as he enters into your apartment like if he was the owner, even walking in your room.

"Hi Cliff! how are you today?" You say in a sarcastic tone while Cliff sits in your bed. "Hii! I'm fine, but I'd be better if you were ready, and you?" Cliff says back in a sarcastic tone. You stick out your tongue, mocking him as you take a few clothes from your wardrobe."I'm also fine.." You answer, not in the sarcastic tone anymore. "Are you going to put your clothes on in front of me?!" Cliff asks as he sees you taking the clothes from your wardrobe. "noo! I'd never do that" you say as you enter the bathroom, thinking about a what if and a lot of things about what he said.

You put your clothes on and check the last details, and you walk out of the bathroom. "I'm ready, let's go?" You look at Cliff, who was laying on your bed, practically sleeping. "Yeah, let's go" he says, okay, that low voice that drives you crazy again, he stands up and walk out of the room, you both leave the apartment and get on his car.

on his car, nothing happened. You just talked and listened to music, Cliff almost fights with a guy on another car because Cliff skipped a red light... you'd smell the weed on him from miles away.

"Wait!" Cliff says as he parks, and he notices you opening the door. He quickly gets out of the car and opens your door. "My lady," Cliff hands you his hand, helping you to get out of the car. This surprised you, Cliff has never done that.

"Thanks.." You get out of the car, you blush and chuckle. you both walk inside of the bar, Cliff takes you backstage, greeting all the metallica members and some people in the backstage.

Cliff makes you sit down on a couch and takes a sleeveless the misfits t-shirt, "do you like it?" Cliff says smiling, this seemed pretty random to you, it wasn't what you were expecting, "yeah, it's cool.. I'd call that t-shirt a "Cliff Burton style t-shirt" you joke, making him laugh, but suddenly, the laughs turns into a silence while Cliff stares down at you.

"You're really pretty, you know?" Cliff says, his cheek turning red while he sits next to you. you blushed at his comment, "Aww, thanks, Cliff, you're also really pretty!" You say expecting Cliff to say something, but he just kissed you aggressively, his lips crashing against yours hardly.

you kiss him back, feeling his hands on your waist. is this really happening? you thought, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating, you smile at this, while Cliff takes the chance to move your hands on your hips and place you over his lap.

you wrap your arms around his neck, one thing leads to another, and now Cliff is naked, and you have your bra and undies left. you look up at him with hooded eyes as you are on your knees in front of him. He looks at you with desire as his blushed tip leaks. You start kissing his inner thighs. He smirks and bits his bottom lip.

you grab his hard cock and leave a light licks over his tip, stroking him softly, Cliff whimpers as your licks become more aggressive, licking his tip and putting it on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel the precum leaking on your mouth.

slowly pushing your head down, his dick on your throat, causing you to gag around him, his whimpers being mixed with moans and shuddering under your mouth.

your head moving up and down on his cock, you're nose crashing with his pubic bone when you go completely down, Cliff places his hands on your head, holding you by your hair while he thrusts into your mouth unconsciously.

you take his dick out of your mouth, looking up at him, drool on your mouth and chin, connecting to his dick, you stroke him while you kiss his shaft and kiss his balls softly, licking and sucking them, making him moan, smirking at this, you keep a hand massaging his balls and another stroking him tightly and quickly while you feel him twitch on your hand, you start sucking his tip again, he holds your hair tightly while his body tenses, you feel him about to cum, pulling him out of your mouth and stroking him, Cliff gasps and moans when he realizes his cum all over your face.

Cliff smiles as he notices this, looking at your white painted face, he collects it with his index finger, taking his cum out of your face softly with his calloused finger, placing it on your mouth, making you suck his finger clean.

"Mmm.." You moan on his finger, sitting on his lap, Cliff takes your bra off. He looks at your tits, more than looking, admiring them.

Cliff hands travel to your hips while he kisses your chest, his hands tugging on your undies waistband softly, asking for permission, you nod at this, Cliff smiles and pulls your undies down, exposing your pussy.

Cliff also throws your undies somewhere in the room, his fingers stroking your inner thighs, slowly stroking the outside of your pussy while he kisses around your hard nipples.

His fingers slowly rubbing your clit and then moving towards your entrance, doing the same around 5 times, the last time, he shoves one finger in your pussy, a moan escapes from your lips while he inserts a second finger and pumps them at a moderate speed and intensity.

Your slick rolling down his fingers and hands, Cliff stops and takes his fingers out, stroking his dick and taking a condom out of his pants' pocket, opening it and sliding it down on his cock.

His hands on your hips, guiding you to sit down on his cock, you moan at the feeling of his cock stretching you.

"Cliff!.." you moan his name while he shudders as he feels your pussy walls get used to his cock, after a seconds getting used to it, you start rolling your hips slowly.

Both of you moan as you start bouncing, Cliff squeezes your hips while your tits bounce, Cliff staring at the way they bounce.

You feel the knot forming in your stomach, Cliff brings his hand down to rub your clit. the knot in your stomach tightening as Cliff starts twitching inside of you, moaning his name.

your bouncing increases, as both moans also increase, completely concentrated on the feeling, the sound of the slick, mixed with the clapping and moans, sounding loudly, you probably can hear it from outside the room.

you and Cliff were one step away from the orgasm, when boom! the dressing room is opened by Lars and Kirk..

you stop, trying to cover your bare body, Cliff keeps your hand on your hips, you feel your cheeks burning red, embarrassed.

"Oh.. sorry" Kirk says, embarrassed, his cheeks are also red, he is just standing there still, he turns around, but Lars.. he's the opposite. "WOAAH!" Lars says holding his laugh and entering the room and taking his drumsticks. "don't worry guys.. it smells like sex and we could hear it from outside!" he laughs, you feel embarrassed by this, while Cliff is just panting, eager for the movement of your hips, Lars leaves the room and closes the door.

The passion in the room has been killed. Fuck you Lars.

You slowly stand up, letting a soft moan fall from your lips as you feel Cliff's dick pulling out of you. "What are you doing..?" Cliff asks confused, holding you by your hips.

"Just... I don't know, leaving I guess?" you say while yo try to pick your undies from the ground, when you feel Cliff pushing you by your hips and bending you over the couch.

"Oh no! you're not going anywhere. We're not done yet!" Cliff stands up behind you, teasing you with his cock, dragging it from your clit to your entrance and suddenly, thrusting in.

You moan his name at this, Cliff keeps thrusting in and out, the knot on your stomach once again, forming.

Cliff is being hard this time, loud moans slipping out from your lips while Cliff is whimpering and groaning, his hand going down to attack your clit, rubbing it while his cock twitches inside of you, this automatically takes you to the edge, the knot in your stomach tighter.

Cliff moans when your pussy strangles his cock, coming inside of you, you both come at the same time, you moan his name loudly.

"God.. that was amazing. " Cliff pants while he pulls out of you, taking the condom off and throwing it at a trash can.

"Yeah, it was.." You say, catching your breath and sitting down on the couch.

"we should.. do it again, " Cliff says while he hands you a tissue, you both clean your bodies.

"Mmm... of course.." You say, after a while talking and getting dressed, it's time to Cliff to in stage.

Watching him playing is so good. He's a beast in stage he must be one in sex too.

anyways, you love so much the way he plays, that you don't even realize when the show finishes, congratulating the guys and telling them how good they played.

Cliff invites to take a few drinks afterwards, of course you accept, you both drink alcohol, have a good time together, after you leave the club, Cliff drops you in your apartment, and we all know what happened between you and Cliff in your apartment...🤭

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hellooooo, so sorry for being so late!😭 I was pretty busy, but now I'm free, so...😈 hope you enjoyed this :p

#no one cares klyn #metallica smut #metallica x reader #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton smut

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