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zxvmp · 4 months ago

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Closing Hours - Douxie x Fem! Reader

tags: smut, reader is 19 and in college, happens before WTOH, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, car sex, not proofread! sorry

a/n: douxie is so bad… how have i never discovered him until now? 😔 is this fandom still even alive… CHAT AM I MUTED ?

Great. Another closing shift with him. Hasn’t your manager noticed the two of you didn’t get along? You gripped your tray as you maneuvered through customers.

“Excuse me miss, could you get me more creamers?”

You put on your fake smile, “Of course, anything else?”

The man hummed, “More sugar.”

You nodded.

“Oh! And more napkins.”

You let out a sigh and fake-smiled again, “Of course…. Anything else?”

He eyed you up and down, “Depends on what you’re offering.” The man grinned in a way that made your stomach twist. And not in a good way.

“Um-”

“Here’s your cream, napkins, and sugar.” Douxie swiftly came from behind you and laid out what the man had requested. “Could I get you anything else, sir?”

You let out a sigh of relief and managed to escape the creepy man, thanks to Douxie. You may not like him, but he sure knows when you need help. Not that his help would change the way you felt about him. God, no.

He’s dumb, a slow worker, incompetent, not funny at all, stupid—

“Thank you miss,”

ill-mannered, although he does have his way with words sometimes. His accent helps with that.

“Uh, miss?”

He’s also pretty good with music, you’ve heard him strum his guitar in the break room a couple of times. You know what people say, a musician is always good with their han-

“EXCUSE ME?!”

You snapped out of your trance and focused your blurred vision onto the customer. “Y-Yes? Sorry.”

The woman scoffed and nodded towards the table that was soaked in coffee. You must’ve spaced out when you poured her a cup.

“Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.” You mentally face palmed as you observed the situation, “I’ll get you to another table, follow me.”

As you led her to a new, clean table, Douxie was watching from behind the counter, a smug smirk on his face. You wanted to hop across and rip it off of him, but obviously you couldn’t do that.

“I really am sorry ma’am, what can I get you? This one’s on me?”

The lady let out a huff, “Get me a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.”

You nodded as wrote down her order on your notepad before sliding it back into your apron pocket. “Coming right up.”

As you made your way to the back, where all the machines to make the coffees were, you groaned and massaged your temples with your hands.

“Not your day, eh?” Douxie stood beside you, emptying out an old coffee filter and replacing it with a new one.

It was only his second week working here and he already knew how to do everything. When you first started, it took you an entire month.

“Douxie, not now. Matter of fact, not ever!” You placed your hands on your hips, “You seem to be everywhere I go. You’re such a pest.”

He faked an injury, “Ouch, (Y/N). That hurt.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and grit your teeth, “God! You’re so-”

“Hot? I know. No need to tell me, love.” He winked, mimicking your stance.

You crossed your arms and huffed out in an annoyance. Curse him and his stupidly sharp jawline and perfectly messy man-bun. You hated to admit it, but he was pretty hot. Not to mention his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Just shut up and go help the customers, or whatever.”

“Hey, who made you boss?”

You rolled your eyes, “Technically, i’m still training you. So I am your boss.”

He quirked a brow before letting out a small chuckle, “Whatever you say, boss.”

And just like that, he was gone, and a freshly brewed coffee pot beeped. Had he prepared it just for you? You didn’t even notice. Whatever, you needed to get this lady her things so she could maybe tip you.

As the day went on, more people came. You were used to the afternoon rushes, but with all the things that happened earlier in the day, you were already on edge.

“Can I get more creamers?”

You nodded, taking their empty dishes onto your tray and hoisting it onto your worn out shoulder.

“Can I get some sugar packets?” A customer asked as you passed by, to which you nodded and smiled.

“Where is my food?”

You were stopped in your tracks when a customer tugged on your apron, causing your tray to lose its balance and a mug to tip over the edge, crashing to the floor. You stood still for a moment staring at the broken glass on the marbled floor.

“Hey, I asked you where my food is!”

You turned around, a frown on your face, “I-”

“Right here, sir.” Douxie swooped in with a tray filled with dishes.

“Ugh, finally! At least someone around here knows what they’re doing.”

Your eye twitched in annoyance, but you didn’t say anything. Instead, you knelt down to pick up the broken shards.

“Woah, be careful. You could cut yourself.” Douxie knelt down to your level and shooed your hands away.

You sighed, “Douxie-”

“(Y/N)! Go on break.”

The sound of your managers voice made you look to the side, but when you looked back down, the mess was already cleaned up. “What the-”

Douxie wiped his hands and cleared his throat, “Ahem, I’m quite sure you were sent on break, boss.”

You looked down at the floor where your mess once was, but you were too tired to question it, so you made your way towards the break room.

While scrolling through your phone as you nibbled on a sugar cookie, you stumbled across Douxie’s instagram.

A little snoop wouldn’t hurt, right…?

You couldn’t stop yourself from clicking on his page and scrolling through his photos. There was a lot of posts about music related things, but one in particular caught your eye. It was a video of him tuning his guitar while laughing and talking to the person who was recording.

“Fuck off, man.” He laughed. “Quit makin’ fun of me, will you? It’s my first time.”

“But i’ve showed you a million times, it’s not that hard.”

He shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Then, he began strumming the guitar while humming to the tune he created.

You admired the video, at a loss for words.

And just as it ended, it stopped on a frame of him smiling. He was happy he finally got whatever the person was trying to teach him.

You never would’ve thought you’d be sitting in the break room, smiling at a dumb video of Douxie, but here you were. Cheesing like an idiot at your phone at a boy you barely knew.

The sound of the doorknob fidgeting made you jump in your seat, causing you drop your phone against your chest and onto the floor.

“Manager said-” The dark haired boy stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, his eyes following from your frame down to your phone that was face up on the floor.

You practically jumped from your chair to snatch your phone off the ground, “M-Manager said what?”

He raised an eyebrow before laughing, “He said your break was up.”

After shoving your phone into your pocket you nodded and pushed past him to head back out to the lobby.

God, you were not acting yourself today. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been dropping dishes, not thinking straight, and completely off your game!

The only time you act like this is when you’re in love.

But you’re not a dumb horny highschooler anymore, so there’s no way you were. You’re a college student now. An adult; Moved out, and living your own life. There wasn’t any time for distractions. Not that there was any. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself for the past two weeks. Which is weird because Douxie had been hired two weeks ago.

He wasn’t the reason you were acting this way. Of course not! Like you thought, you barely knew the boy. You couldn’t be in love with him. That’d be crazy.

You shook your head and focused your attention on the customers.

“Oh my, what’s for your cheeks so flushed? Are you alright miss?”

You blinked a couple of times at the polite lady’s question, “Y-Yes! I’m more than okay, actually. Thank you though. Can I get you anything else?”

“No…” She raised an eyebrow, studying you.

You cleared your throat and backed away to tend to another table.

Once it died down, you found some time to yourself in the back as you waited on a coffee pot to brew. Pulling out your phone, you opened instagram for no particular reason.

If you could go back in time, you would.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the filled in pink heart on your screen. There was no way you liked the video. The said video that was from three entire years ago. The said video that was buried deep into his other posts.

“Hey, you alright boss?”

You jumped at the familiar sound of his voice. Quickly turning off your phone and straightening yourself up, you focused on the coffee pot that had 30 seconds left.

“Me? Im doing perfectly fine actually. Just got tipped $57.”

Cmon just 20 more seconds.

“57 huh? Nice.” He leaned his back on the counter eyeing you.

Oh God, this night would never end. You stared at the coffee pot watching as the time took forever to reach 0.

“So, uh, you gonna clock back in from break?” You try and create small talk to get your mind off the way his luring eyes reeled you in. Even thought you weren’t even looking at him in his eyes.

“If i’m correct, i’ve actually got…” He hummed, “2 more minutes.”

The sound of the swinging door to the back kept creaking from your co workers constantly coming in and out, each coming and going with different trays.

“And you chose to spend the last two minutes staring at me?” You finally turned over to meet his gaze, and you wished you didn’t. Your heart rate increased and you could feel your stomach flutter.

He squinted his eyes a bit as a smirk crept up his lips, “Not staring, reading.”

You scoff, “Well, you better keep reading, cause’ i’m not an open book for everyone to look at.”

“You’re not talking about books, are you?”

You grab the coffee pot along with a tray and mugs, “I dunno, am I?”

There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you stared at each other both with smiles on your faces. Then, you made the move to brush past him to serve the table you were assigned.

When you steeped foot outside, the cool summer breeze hit you and made you realize what just happened. Where did all of that confidence come from? And were you really turning a conversation about books into a flirting contest? This day couldn’t get any weirder.

You started to reminisce over the scene in your head, constantly replaying it. Then, you realized he probably knew you liked his post. You slapped your forehead as you walked to the back. Luckily, he was there anymore.

Putting the coffee pot back in its slot, you began cleaning out the other pots’ filters to get a head start on your closing process. You had two more hours ahead of you.

You re-tied your loose ponytail and grabbed a new notepad.

Luckily, as the day grew closer to its end, less cutomers came. Of course it was still slightly busy, but not as busy as the morning and afternoon. Now, you could take your time as you poured coffees and prepared their food.

However, your stomach still fluttered whenever you were around him. Rather it be a quick glance or conversation between the two of you, you felt it.

You said your goodbyes as most of your co workers left, leaving you and Douxie behind to close for the night.

“See you tomorrow.” You waved and locked the door behind the last person.

Douxie had already turned off the “Open” sign and closed the curtains. It seemed he remembered some of the things you taught him your last closing shift with him.

You cleaned the lobby as you served the last customers of the night, so the only thing that was left was the mountain of dishes in the back. But when you walked through the swinging doors, the kitchen was spotless, and the dishes were already put away. The coffee pots were even filled with new filters ready to be brewed tomorrow morning.

“How’d I do boss?” A low voice came from behind you, and you flinched at the sudden noise.

You turned to look at him with a shocked expression, “You did this?”

He nodded.

“How’d you do all of this so fast? It would’ve taken me an hour.” You admired his work as you walked around, trying to look for anything he forgot.

“I figured I started on them a bit earlier so we could have the last hour to ourselves.” He hopped on top of a counter. “After all, we do deserve it.”

You let out a sigh of relief and smiled, hopping on top of a counter across from him, “Thank you, Douxie.”

“No problem.”

There was a couple moments of silence, and you were letting your thoughts. You remembered the events earlier in the day, and all of the stupid things you said to him.

“I’m sorry for calling you a pest. You’re no where near being that.” You averted your eyes away from him and stared at your twiddling fingers. “And thank you for everything today. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve lost my shit.”

“It’s all good. Everyone can be a bit stressed out sometimes right?”

You sighed, “Tell me about it, I haven’t had one night where i’ve felt good.”

He snickered, “What, your sex life not good?”

Heat crept up your cheeks as you averted his gaze, “Not what I meant, perv.”

“Hey, some proper sex will do you some good. Believe it or not.”

You snapped your head over towards him, “Geez, do you just stick your dick in everyone or something?”

“No. And even if I did,” He smirked, “would you jealous or something?”

“Pft, why would I be?”

He eyed you up and down, “Well your arms are crossed and your eyebrows are furrowed, you tell me.”

You straightened yourself up and leaned back on your hands. There was no way you were gonna let him one up you, not after he had been all day.

“I don’t need to be jealous. I have a pretty good sex life, actually.”

This time, he was the one crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

You nodded and smirked, “You jealous or something?”

He caught on to what you were doing, and decided to play along. “No, why would I be?”

“Dunno.” You hummed and took your hair out of your ponytail, raking your fingers between your hair strands.

“I’ve got a question for you.” He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you and a feeling you knew what the question would be about.

“And that is?”

“Was that video amusing to you?”

Now you will admit you were caught off guard by the video you just so happened to stumble upon, but you weren’t going to let him tease you about it.

“I liked it didn’t I?”

He chuckled, “You sure your sex life is good?”

“What’s my sex life have to do with me liking your video?”

“‘Cause of your attitude, love.”

“Then why don’t you come fix it.”

He raised is eyebrows at your boldness, to which you just grinned, knowing he didn’t expect you to say such a thing.

He laughed, “Not an open book, huh?”

“I never said I was talking about books.”

A silence fell over the two of you. Your eyes poured into his while you both waited for someone to say something, or do something.

Your eyes began to wander around, taking in his appearance. He had pale skin, almost like a vampire, but he made it work. As your eyes traveled more you noticed how lean he was. He definitely didn’t carry a lot of meat on his bones, but you kind of liked boys like that. He was in between skinny and somewhat muscular. One thing that also carried his looks—besides his beautiful eyes, sharp, dark and defined eyebrows, and his perfect face sculpture—he was pretty tall. A lot taller than you. And you weren’t very tall yourself. God, you didn’t even want to start on his hands. They were beautiful.

Technically, it was a given since he was a guitarist. And you know what they say about guitarist….

“Wanna head out for a bite?” Douxie’s voice snapped you out of your daze.

“You got a car?”

He laughed as he shook his head, “Why do you think I would ask, love?”

You hopped down from the counter and untied your apron from your waist in the process, “Lead the way.”

He smirked and lead you through the swinging doors.

After you both clocked out and hung up your aprons on the coat rack, you made your way to his car.

“You know, no restaurant or fast food place is open right now.” You looked up at him, too which he looked down at you, smirk still plastered on his lips.

“I know.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. Thank the heavens you did an everything shower before your shift today. Maybe the gods knew tonight would be one of those type of nights.

As you neared the car, you stopped him from opening the back door. He shot you a confused look while you opened the passenger door.

“I like the passenger side more, it’s easier to ride.”

His eyebrows shot up and you could see his adams apple move from him swallowing hard. “Seems like you do this a lot, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unless you wanna do all the work, I suggest you shut up.”

He plopped down in the seat and dragged you with him, closing the door after you. “My lips are sealed.”

You giggled as you made yourself comfortable, but quickly after, your breath was taken from your lungs. His lips crashed against yours as his fingers wove through the hairs on the back of head, bringing you closer. Your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as you made out.

His free hand snaked around your waist, ghosting over your lower back. His touch made your skin tingle underneath your shirt, and butterflies swarm through your stomach.

For the brief moment the two of you took to catch your breath, your eyes gazed into his. They were half lidded and filled with lust. He was already worked up after just kissing, but you couldn’t judge because you already felt your panties getting wet.

You leaned in and captured his lips, this time slower than your first. His hand sneaked under your shirt, trailing it up your spine. Your hips twitched and your hands gripped his shirt at the movement, causing him to let out a groan and grip your scalp. You took this as your chance to slip your tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss.

His hand traveled down, switching towards your stomach. Your core was on fire and your heart was beating out of your chest from the excitement you felt. He backed away to catch his breath, leaning his head against the headrest.

Now, his hands rested on your hips, and yours rested on his chest. From the way he was looking at you, you would think he just ran a marathon. But you knew why he looked at you that way. You could feel it too.

You experimentally rolled your hips against his, a devious grin on your face as you did so. His hips bucked and a groan escaped his mouth.

“Fuck,” He rasped.

You giggled and leaned in to plant kisses along his exposed neck. In between your kisses, you whispered a, “you okay?” because he seemed like he was about to go insane.

“You’re just driving me crazy, love.” A hand that rested on your hip slipped underneath your shirt and fiddled with the waistband of your underwear. Yet, he didn’t go any further. “Can I?”

“Please.” You whispered, continuing your markings on his neck.

Once he snuck past your underwear and slid his middle finger through your slick folds, you gasped. Clutching his shirt, you tried to distract yourself with his neck, but he’d already slid in a finger, making you bite down on his neck to silence your moan.

“Ouch,” He laughed, “you a vampire?”

“Don’t stop,”

You felt him smirk against your cheek at your demand. And once he added another, a small moan escaped your mouth.

His hands were a lot bigger and longer than yours, so it felt all the more better. You were in a state of bliss as you ground against his hand. The way his fingers curved into you had your head spinning. It was like he knew what your body liked without even trying.

At one particular thrust, you sucked in a deep breath and gripped his shoulders. He smirked at that, knowing that was your weak spot.

“How ya doing baby?”

You moaned at another snap of his wrist, “Fuck—just… just don’t stop.”

You hadn’t given him an actual response in the for the past three minutes, but how could you? He was plunging his fingers into you like there was no tomorrow.

A knot began to form in your stomach and you could feel your muscles spazzing around his fingers. “I’m—hah—so close.”

“Come on, baby. You got this.”

He began circling his thumb over your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut and cradle your head into his neck. It was becoming too much to handle.

Your orgasm crept over you without warning, causing your hips to twitch and the knot in your stomach to snap. Quick and short breaths left your mouth as he fingered you through your release.

He stilled his fingers so you could get a moment to catch your breath. You practically just saw stars and he had only fingered you. Lord knows how his dick would make you feel. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

You watched him with half lidded eyes, panting as you felt yourself crave him unconditionally.

He hummed as he brought his hand to rest back on your hip, “You alright?”

You responded by capturing his lips once more, this time with hunger and fire. He was so hot it almost hurt.

And whoever said guitarist were good with their fingers, God were they right.

Leaning back, you brought your shirt over your head, revealing your light-pink silk bra. Unfortunately you didn’t wear a cute matching set, but at least it was a pretty color.

Douxie immediately leaned in to plant kisses along your newly exposed skin, slowly rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You let out quiet groans as he sucked and marked up your chest.

Suddenly, his contact was gone and he was lifting up his shirt, revealing a couple of scars that caught your attention.

There was a brief moment of silence as your stared the markings. Although, you had a million questions wondering where he had got them from, you simply leaned in and placed kisses along the rough skin. He sighed through his nose and embraced your actions.

But as time grew, he could only wait so long for something more. His hands began to fiddle with the clasps of your bra, waiting for any type of gesture for him to continue. You nodded as you fiddled with his pant zipper.

It was difficult getting off the remaining clothes the two of you had on, but you managed. Now, your bare cunt rested against the base of his dick. The wetness of your folds helped you grind against him, making it easy for his length to stimulate your clit.

He was big. Bigger than you would’ve guessed considering his lanky frame. Even though he wasn’t pretty thick down there, his length greatly made up for it.

“You ready?”

He snickered, “I should be asking you that, princess.”

You gasped as his hands slightly gripped your hips, hinting he wanted you to raise them. You used your hand to guide him towards your entrance, mentally praying you were actually ready.

As you sunk down on his length, your eyes were squeezed shut and your lips were parted. If he hadn’t prepped you earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, digging his fingers into your sides.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips, eliciting a groan from both you and him.

Now, you had to stay true to your words from earlier. So you began to lift your hips, stopping just before his tip, then you slid back down ever so slowly.

Douxie’s head was thrown back and his eyes were half-lidded, filled with lust and need.

You smirked and leaned in to kiss his lips gently as you lifted your hips again, repeating the same action.

“You’re s-such a tease.”

Letting out a giggle as you did the same teasing action, you leant in towards his ear and whispered, “Then why don’t you fuck me properly.”

He hummed and reached for the recliner to lay back the seat. Your hands rested on his abdomen as he admired the new view.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, ghosting his hands over your sides, making your stomach gain butterflies.

Then, he snapped his hips upwards, making you gasp sharply. You clenched your hands into a fist as he began fucking up into you. This new angle allowed him to hit deeper. His tip was practically brushing against your cervix at each thrust.

You moaned his name as he slammed his hips into you, making you see stars. You could feel each muscle and twitch of his dick as he rutted against your gummy walls. Not to mention the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was.

With one of his hands, he brought yours to feel against your stomach. “Feel that, love?”

You tightened around him and moaned, “Yes.”

Never in your 19 years of living would you expect to be fucking your new coworker in his car, but you certainly wouldn’t regret it. Not when he’s fucking you this good.

A knot began to form in your stomach and you couldn’t even get a second to breathe properly from the constant moans coming out of you.

“I-I’m close.” You gasp out.

He groaned gripping your hips as you squeezed him tightly, “Where do you want it?”

Thank god you were on birth control, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have the energy to get off him in time.

“Inside.”

He almost ascended at the thought, but he didn’t need to because this was reality, and by the grace of the gods, you’re allowing him to.

“What did I do to deserve you..?” He said, mostly to himself but you still heard him.

His thumb began to rub messy circles around your clit to help you reach your climax before he did. The giant knot in your stomach snapped and you let go of everything around you. Your vision blurred and your ears began to ring. The only thing you could feel were the euphoric sensations of your orgasm and his warm cum spilling into you.

You fell forward and leaned your forehead on his chest as the two of you calmed down from your high.

“That was…”

“Really fucking good.” You finished his sentence and softly laughed. “I’m so tired.”

He patted your back, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You nodded and pushed yourself upwards, raising yourself off his member. He twisted his torso to grab something from the back of his car, returning with a t-shirt and a jacket.

“Put this on and i’ll clean us up.” He handed you the jacket with a smile, to which you returned the gesture and followed his instruction.

After getting cleaned up and helping each other re-dress, he climbed over to the drivers seat and started the car.

You didn’t realize how foggy the windows got until you were situated in the passenger seat. “Damn.”

He chuckled and turned the windshield wipers on to clear his view. You rested your elbow on the window and drew a heart with his and your initial in it.

“So,” he started.

You perked up and turned towards him.

“I can drive you home, or you could stay at my place for the night?” He nervously scratched the back of his head as a blush crept up his cheeks.

You smiled, “I wouldn’t mind staying the night.”

And just like that, you found yourself driving to the home of your coworker while singing the songs that played from the radio.

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postmodernbeliever · 1 year ago

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little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GOD…)

fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.

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my ao3 | word count: 6,071

content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3

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fox knew it was wrong, and he didn’t care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasn’t completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldn’t help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one.

it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didn’t turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you.

you’ve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didn’t understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but he’s learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risqué movies you’ve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadn’t seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdrop– all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like you’d never been touched by anything before. when fox’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, you’d giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, you’d shudder, melting into his touch like you’d lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool.

you wanted to let him touch you. there wasn’t a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things you’d dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your walls– you’d never let anyone that close. you’d always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience you’d had wasn’t much to boast about. you weren’t what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldn’t get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you could’ve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friend’s house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you could’ve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didn’t act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?

now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglas’ hand grip sharon stone’s leg. it was big, but not big like fox’s. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blonde’s legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didn’t believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, “i didn’t know this movie was all… y’know.”

‘oh, yeah, it’s pretty heavy,” fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. “still good, though, huh?”

“i mean, sure,”

“yeah, i think so, too.”

fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didn’t really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasn’t going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adam’s apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it.

“can i ask you something personal?” fox’s voice was gentle. husky.

“...mhm.”

“has anyone ever, uh,” you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. “have you ever done it like that?”

you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up.

“just out of curiosity,” he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.

you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, “uh, no. no, i haven't.”

“it’s interesting, y’know, how they can make it look so real,” fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee.

before you could bite your tongue, you confided, “i wouldn’t really know.”

fox’s hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered.

“really?”

you tugged the blanket up to your face. “is that a bad thing?”

the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl you’ve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.

“no, baby, of course not!” he chuckled, “no, that’s– that’s a good thing.”

“but i-”

“everyone does things at their own pace,”

“but…”

“but what, sweetheart? i don’t expect anything from you.” fox sweetly lied. he wouldn’t force it, but he wanted it. badly.

“i just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.”

your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down… what a career he could make with his other hand free.

“have you ever tried?”

“...no.”

“do you want to?”

you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, “awh, baby, it’s okay.”

“it’s not really okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. “it’s embarrassing.”

“i don’t think it is. i think it’s cute.”

you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss.

“nothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, you’re better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, y’know?” he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. “probably would’ve wished you didn’t, because you’re so hard on yourself… i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didn’t care about you. not the way i do.”

the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didn’t know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you.

he asked again, “baby, do you want to?”

he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him.

“is that a yes?”

your stomach churned. “yes.”

“good. come on.”

fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot he’d touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed.

“fox, i…”

“what, love?”

“i… i don’t know.”

you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a day’s work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm.

“you’re nervous,” he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. “i know you are. but it’s not so scary. plus, you’re with me. i’m nice, aren’t i?” “you’re very nice,” you smiled, “but you’ve done this before. you… you know so much more than i do.”

“are you sure?” fox’s laugh rumbled low in his throat, “because i’ve seen the books you read. bet you’ve got all kinds of ideas i’ve never even tried before.”

you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. “w-well, that’s different!”

“no, it’s not!” the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didn’t meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. “you’ve been thinking about it for so long, haven’t you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.”

he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldn’t have imagined if he’d seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. “you’re so smart, so good at handling things when they’re hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.”

you couldn’t control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands.

“i’ve wanted to let you,” you sighed, “i’ve… thought about it.”

fox’s eyes, eager as a puppy’s, looked up at you as he asked, “well, when we’re in your head, where do i start?”

you shivered. “you kiss me first.”

the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind you’d dreamed up a routine, then he’d follow it, and he’d prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you’d kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

“i think you’re a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,” he mumbled into your mouth. “what do i do next up there?”

you were too afraid to say it, and you didn’t want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. fox’s throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didn’t let him touch often.

“so pretty, baby,” he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. “so soft. i love your tummy, y’know. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckin’ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“fox,” you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor.

he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made.

“now what, sweetheart?”

“y-you… agh,”

fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. “forgettin’ already?”

“well…” you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.

fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory.

“where do you touch yourself, princess?” fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. “come on, show me.”

your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how.

“good girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?”

“mhm,”

“but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?” fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist.

“no,” you wheezed, “never.”

“fuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.”

trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight.

“y’know, most girls hide lacy things,” he teased, “i like this so much better.”

breathlessly, you said, “lace is itchy.”

“god, you’re just dying for it, aren’t you?”

you pushed up into his palms and whispered, “please.”

“please what?”

“do it,” you heaved, “i need it, fox.”

he didn’t need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he could’ve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was god’s divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. “fuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?”

“y-you.” you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment.

“oh, yeah?”

you didn’t know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, “was imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,”

“jesus christ,” fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. “i can fuck you better than he ever could.”

fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl would’ve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing he’d ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name.

“good, baby?”

“mm-nngh,” was all you had to say.

“what a pretty girl.”

“fox…”

“good girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,”

you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, “oh, no, angel. i’m gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when i’m done.”

you’ve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time you’ve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. you’d been too afraid to pray for this because you weren’t sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew he’s done this before, but you didn’t know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasn’t so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his hand– that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of men’s throats– circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?

“been dreaming about this, y’know,” fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. “been thinking about how our first time would go. and you’re doing so good, you’re taking it so well right now.”

you couldn’t speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than you’ve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, “oh my god,”

“be careful, baby, you don’t want him to hear you,” fox warned, voice thick with lust.

you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good.

“you’re so pretty,” fox cooed, “so pretty on my fingers. d’you feel pretty, baby?”

“mmm,”

“tell me you feel pretty,”

“i- i feel pretty.”

“mhm. what about me, love, you think i’m pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?”

“fuck,” you squeaked, “fox!”

“i know you do. say it.”

“you’re so pretty,” you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck.

you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, “do you wanna cum, baby?”

your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. “not yet,”

“really?”

“mm-mm. not… not time yet.”

fox’s pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, “what comes next, then?”

even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, “i need you.”

fox pulled off your finger with a pop. “how?”

he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out.

“you sure you’re ready for that?” his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by you– you couldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you did. “i can wait, you know. this is about you.”

“no. i’m ready,”

“positive?”

“mhm,” you sighed, “just… don’t hurt me.”

the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger he’d touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, “i’d never hurt you, angel.”

the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dog’s, and you confessed between breaths, “i love you, foxie.”

his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldn’t tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it.

“i’m so fuckin’ in love with you,” he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. “i’m all yours, princess.”

“oh, god,” you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?

fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall.

“fox, i-”

“you’re not too heavy,” he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. “you’re perfect.”

you couldn’t complain- truthfully, you didn’t even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you.

“fuck, fox!”

it didn’t hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength; you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.

“fuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,” he croaked, “feels okay, right?”

“s-so… so big…”

“oh, baby, i know,” he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. “you can take it, pretty girl.”

his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips.

“always wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? you’re such a good girl, you deserve it,”

“fox, please,”

“such a pretty girl,” he moaned, “jesus, you sure you’ve never done this before?”

as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. “only in my… dreams.”

“oh my god. you’ve got no idea how hot you are.”

he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done you’d have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that he’d never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldn’t hold back.

“f-fox… oh- oh god…”

“gonna cum for me, princess?”

“i… i’ve never…”

the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yours– and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was.

“oh, baby,” he fussed, “good girl, atta girl!”

pulling out slowly, so you didn’t feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, “fuck, oh my god!”

his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.

“come on, i know you’ve got more,” fox coaxed, “one more, baby, one more.”

black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. you’d never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you could’ve died this way. you didn’t ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high.

“good girl, didn’t that feel good?” kiss. “you did so good, baby,” kiss, “so good for me,” kiss, “m’so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“mm… agh,”

“i know, love, take a deep breath.” you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, “take a deep breath for me.”

you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didn’t know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat.

“foxie,” you whispered.

“hm?”

“m’not a virgin anymore,” you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you.

his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. “not anymore.”

“all yours now,” you swooned, “are you happy?”

you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. “stupid question!”

“ah!– fox– agh, stop!” you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.

“‘course i’m happy,” he chuckled as he relented. “are you?”

in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. “mhm. very.”

“worth the wait?”

“definitely. thank you.”

“my pleasure,” he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldn’t help himself: “you know i’m never gonna stop thinking about this, right? i’m ruined for life.”

“shut up,” you laughed.

“no, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.”

“i’d like that life, i think.”

you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky.

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