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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part sixty-four: "The Lesson at Fogwell's"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt plans to teach you some self-defense at Fogwell's Gym.

Or You're quite distracted by Matt's arms, and he's quite distracted by you.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.4k

a/n: This is a sexual tension heavy installment! And it is not resolved (though Matt resolves it in his shower alone in the next installment). You can find the entire list of installments for this series here.

Following Matt into the old gym, your eyes took in the space as he switched on the light for you. It looked exactly as you’d remembered it from the last time you’d been here–covered in posters along the walls, some dumbbells in one corner, and a few different punching bags scattered about. The center focus of the entire gym was still that large boxing ring. You couldn’t fight the heat creeping up your neck as your eyes landed on it, your mind racing back to when you’d been here this past October with Matt. How he’d asked you to touch yourself for him. The way his hands had slid your skirt up before he’d pumped his thick fingers into you while you sat trembling on the edge of that very ring.

Matt lightly cleared his throat as he made his way to a bench near one of the punching bags. With a shaky inhale, you followed after him and tried to push those thoughts from your mind. That’s not what you were here for. Matt had been adamant about wanting to teach you a few things for self-defense, his intention being to give you a few lessons on throwing punches and breaking out of a few holds. But when he slipped his winter jacket off of himself and revealed those thick, muscular arms of his, your fingers paused on the buttons of your own winter coat. He was wearing that black, sleeveless shirt that exposed the entirety of his arms. You could see the definition of his biceps and triceps, the noticeable veins along his muscles, and the soft dark hair of his forearms as your eyes traveled along the length of them. You could see the flex of his muscles as he reached over to just simply drop his coat and gym bag along the bench. The sight only further fueled a heat quickly burning in you.

Your eyes snapped shut, your fingers still holding to the same button on your coat as you held your breath. This was not the time, you reminded yourself. And it didn’t help that by now Matt had to know what was going on behind him. He had to be able to feel your increasing arousal, even if he was being a gentleman and not acknowledging it.

Though it certainly didn’t help that you hadn’t had sex in just over ten weeks now. You and Matt had been back together for a month, your wounds all finally fully healed–which was why he’d wanted to give you some lessons tonight–but sex had still not made its return to your relationship yet.

It was the beginning of this week when the sexual tension had really started growing between you both again. You’d noticed Matt’s desire in the way he’d been kissing you lately; it was more urgent and hungry, less sweet and tender. His hands had begun wandering a bit more, groping cautiously at your ass or your breasts as if he’d been testing his boundaries and seeing if you’d say no. Of course you never did.

Last night was when things had gotten the closest to sex since the makeup–and when things had reached an almost unbearable point for you. He’d come over after his usual outing as Daredevil and changed into the clothes he kept at your apartment. After he’d finished eating his very late dinner while the both of you were chatting on the couch, you’d ended up kissing again. And the kissing had very quickly turned into you sliding onto his lap and straddling him. That soon turned into you lightly grinding against him, working yourself up quite a bit. For a couple of minutes the both of you had carried on like that, but it had been very short-lived when he’d bitten your lip and you’d expelled a loud, breathy moan in response. The sound had seemed to snap Matt out of the moment because he’d quickly halted the motion of your hips with his hands and broke away from the kiss before apologizing profusely. You’d been left confused and a little disappointed when he’d only wanted to go to sleep after. And because he’d stayed the night and gone into work later than you this morning, you didn’t even have the opportunity to relieve the sexual frustration afterwards.

And now, here you were, about to have Matt in a sleeveless shirt showing you how to fight. Probably touching you, too. You didn’t know how you were going to survive this without getting any further turned on than you already were.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Matt called out, breaking through your inappropriate thoughts. “You might want to take your coat off.”

Flushing, your fingers quickly fumbled with unbuttoning your coat the rest of the way. “Sorry, I was…distracted,” you told him awkwardly.

“I could tell,” he answered with an amused huff.

“Sorry,” you muttered again, tossing your jacket down beside his.

When you turned back around to face Matt, you saw him pulling out wraps for your hands from his bag. He stepped towards you after, holding out an upturned palm. Slowly you slipped one of your hands into his. He began wrapping the material around your hand for you, your eyes watching the movements as he did. A minute later he was releasing your right hand and holding out his hand for your left one. You quickly obliged, placing it in his awaiting palm.

“What’s the point of the wraps?” you asked curiously. “I wasn’t exactly learning how to hit in the self-defense classes I took so I’ve never used them before.”

“They keep your hands protected,” Matt answered, his focus still on wrapping your left hand. “So you don’t break any of the smaller bones in your hand or sprain your wrists. Or,” he said, glancing up from where he’d finished wrapping your left hand and shooting you a charming smile, “tear your pretty little knuckles open.”

He drew your wrapped hand towards his mouth, gently kissing your knuckles before shooting you a playful wink. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sight.

There was no way this training session was going to end with you not being turned on.

Matt released your hand and made his way towards the nearby punching bag, waving you over as he did. Nervously you followed behind him, trying to control the irregular beating of your heart and trying even harder to keep your eyes from straying to his arms and his ass. But damn, Matt’s body always did something to you and it had been a long time since you’d gotten to enjoy it.

“Stand over here,” Matt directed, gesturing beside himself.

You headed over, stopping just beside him. Quietly you waited for him to continue, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on his face.

“We’re going to work on throwing a decent punch tonight since I’m assuming you have learned a few of the basic moves for getting out of a hold from your self-defense classes. I would like to make sure you know how to fight back–but,” Matt said sharply, his shift in tone catching your attention as his expression switched from serious to earnest, “I’d really prefer you not resort to fighting unless you absolutely have to. Your best bet is to get away, not to stay and fight. Though sometimes a good, solid punch will buy you the time to run.”

“Good to know,” you replied.

“First thing you need to learn is how to hold yourself properly in a fight,” he continued, dropping down into what you assumed was the defensive position he wanted you to be in. “Line yourself up with the punching bag as your target. You want to keep your feet under your shoulders for balance,” he explained, his attention shifting towards you. His head tilted to the side before he shook it quickly. “Switch feet, your dominant foot should be behind you and pointed away from your opponent.”

Taking a moment, you switched the position your feet were in. Awkwardly you tried to raise your fists as he had done before shooting him a curious brow over your shoulder. “I feel like I look ridiculous and not remotely intimidating,” you told him.

The corner of his lips quirked up in amusement before he rose back up to his full height. He crossed the few steps towards you, coming to a stop when he was just behind you. The hair on your arms felt like it had somehow risen just at the feel of him standing so close behind you right now. You were hyper-aware of his presence, all too aware of the fact that he was most likely about to touch you. It should have been embarrassing how worked up you felt your body getting at the prospect of his touch, but you were too busy hoping he would put his hands on your body to care.

“Do you mind if I help position you?” he asked.

There was a hint of something husky in his voice when he’d spoken and it had your fists curling tighter in response. He had to know where your thoughts were, right?

“No,” you answered quickly.

Matt stepped forward, his chest brushing against your back. Both of his bare arms rose on either side of you, his hands reaching past you to gently cover yours. You couldn’t even focus on the way he was adjusting your fists or where he’d raised your hands to properly block your face. All you could focus on was the feel of those thick, bare arms against your body and his firm pectorals flush to your shoulders when he reached forward. You wanted to turn in his arms right there, forget the entire lesson, and rip that goddamn sleeveless shirt over his head. You wished you knew how to do some sort of fancy takedown and knock him on his ass so you could mount him right there on the damn gym floor. You wished you were driving him half as crazy as he was currently driving you.

And you certainly wished you’d been able to at least masturbate in the damn shower before work today before being thrown into another sexual tension rife situation with Matt.

“Focus, sweetheart,” Matt murmured, his mouth so close to your ear. “This is how you want to make a fist. And when you throw a punch, you want to land it right here.” He held your right hand in his, the fingers of his left hand dragging along the flat part of your fist, just below your knuckles. “Don’t hit with your knuckles. You’ll break them.”

You nodded in response, not sure you could trust your voice right now. His face was hovering just over your right shoulder as he spoke and it was taking quite a bit of willpower to refrain from simply turning your head and kissing him.

“You’re going to want to bend at the knees just a bit and turn at a slight forty-five degree angle,” he continued.

His hands left yours only to come down on either side of your hips. Your breath hitched as his warm palms gripped you over your leggings, squeezing your body a bit and urging you to sink a bit lower and bend your knees. The moment his hands twisted your body, turning you just a bit more and drawing your right hip back into himself, a soft gasp left you. His mouth was even closer now, so close it wouldn’t take much effort to just close the distance. Your eyes snapped shut when you saw his face turn towards you. It was taking everything in you to keep your feet rooted to their spot on the floor.

Matt cleared his throat loudly, his hands still in place on your hips. “When you throw a punch, you throw it with your whole body,” he said, voice noticeably more gruff now. “You don’t–don’t just throw it with your arm. There’s not as much force behind it that way.” He paused and you swore you heard him audibly swallow. “So you–you want to turn at the hips when you throw the punch. Like this.”

Your eyes opened as you felt his hands on your hips guiding your body’s movement, twisting your right hip further towards the punching bag. He was more fully pressed to the back of you now; you could feel all the hard lines of him along your body. A dizziness felt like it was swallowing your mind, your breath coming in short. His forehead gradually came to rest against your temple, his mouth just beside your ear.

“You pivot on this leg when you turn,” he told you, voice low.

His hand slid its way down your hip, coming to rest along the top of your thigh on the leg he was talking about. Your lips parted as his fingers inched a little towards the inside of your upper thigh. He was so close to touching you just where you were desperately aching for him and you were fighting the urge to reach down, cover his hand with yours, and fully place it on you over your leggings.

Head shifting a little, you turned more towards Matt. His forehead was resting along yours now, his lips mere inches from your own. Your left hand released the fist you were still making, slowly dropping to land on the hand he still had on your hip. Your right hand tentatively reached up, very carefully cradling his cheek. You heard the sharp exhale from his nose the moment you touched him, the sound setting your heart racing faster.

Hesitantly you raised your chin, your lips very lightly brushing his in a tentative, unsure kiss. His hand on your thigh tightened in response, your blood quickly rushing south at the touch. You leaned further into him, capturing his lips more confidently with your own for another kiss. The hand on your hip drew you closer to him, his own lips quickly chasing after and catching yours when you’d pulled away. Your hand slipped from his cheek back into his hair, your desire feeling like it was running wild in your body now, burning through you.

“ Matt ,” you moaned his name against his lips.

As if the sound of his name drew him back to reality, he abruptly broke away from your mouth. His hands dropped from your body as he took two obvious steps away, one hand rising to run across his forehead. You were left standing in the same place feeling entirely confused.

Did he not want you like that anymore? Why did he keep pushing you away when things started to get physical?

Your arms crossed over your chest as you uncomfortably took a step back, your gaze dropping down to the gym floor.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your eyes tearing up against your will. “I–I didn’t know that wasn’t okay.”

“What?” he asked, confusion in his tone.

“Nevermind,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “You don’t want that, I get it.”

“Sweetheart, you think I don’t want you?” Matt asked incredulously.

Your eyes rose from their place on the gym floor, taking in the sight of Matt before you. He looked confused, his dark brows drawn so close together.

“You keep pushing me away when things have…gone that way lately,” you pointed out. “It’s pretty obvious.”

Matt shook his head roughly, taking a step back towards you. “No, that’s not it at all. Believe me, I definitely want you. That’s never changed, I told you that,” he stated. “I just…feel like that’s something we should talk about first. And I don’t–don’t want to do that here. In this gym. Not after everything. You deserve better than that.”

“That’s all?” you asked him nervously.

“Yes,” he answered firmly. “That and also the fact that I’d really like you to try to focus on what I’m trying to teach you, sweetheart. It might help you. So can we please just try to–to focus on punching this thing?” he asked hopefully, a hand gesturing at the punching bag. “Because your body is really starting to make it difficult for me to focus now.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your arms falling back down to your sides. A little smirk slipped onto your mouth afterwards as you nervously added, “But maybe you should…show me how it's done.”

A coy smile very slowly made its way onto Matt’s lips, his head tilting to the side as his eyes landed along your chest. “Sweetheart,” he chastised.

“What?” you asked innocently. “Maybe I’ll learn better with a visual.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teased.

“That and maybe when you come over after this you should…give me thirty minutes to shower first?” you suggested.

Chewing your thumbnail, you watched the surprised look on Matt’s face shift to something cocky.

“Thirty minutes to shower after this lesson, hmm?” he mused, a smirk slipping onto his mouth now.

You shrugged a shoulder lightly. “I’d like to be thorough,” you replied, nerves quickly disappearing.

Matt’s bottom lip drew back between his teeth, his gaze still focused on you. You swore you heard him grunt softly in response.

“I might need to be thorough after this myself,” he shot back.

You couldn’t deny the thought of Matt back at his place jerking off to you in his shower wasn’t immediately doing things to your body. And with the way his head tilted further to the side, you knew he’d caught your body's reaction, too.

“First I need you to show me how to throw a punch,” you told him. “Maybe a few times. You know, make sure I really have a good visual. For reference purposes.”

"Mhmm," Matt hummed out skeptically. "Reference purposes, of course."

You shrugged a shoulder again. "Couldn't hurt, could it?" you asked innocently.

He raised a dark brow at you before wordlessly turning and sinking down into the position he'd just gotten you into, his fists rapidly flying out and slamming roughly into the punching bag without further preamble. Nail still caught between your teeth, your eyes memorized the pull of muscle along his arms, the fierce look of focus on his face, and the grace with which his whole body moved. You couldn't stop the flashes of Matt naked that instantly began racing through your mind as you watched him. All those times he was sweaty on top of you, thrusting himself into you over and over. Making grunts and pants that sounded so similar to the ones he was making now.

Thighs tightening together, you were wishing he'd stop hitting that bag and just throw you over his shoulder. You wanted him to toss you onto the floor of that ring and fuck you until you couldn't think straight. You wanted him pinning you down with those thick arms that you couldn't take your eyes off of. Wanted his mouth all over your body.

You just wanted him.

A faint whine snuck its way up your throat and you ground your teeth together, trying to hold it back. But just at that exact moment, Matt's hits came to an abrupt stop, his head snapping in your direction. You could see the dark and hungry look on his face as he stood there, covered in a light sheen of sweat with his chest heaving. It took an ungodly amount of effort for you to not just beg him to fuck you right now.

"I think we should focus back on the lesson," Matt's deep voice called out through the gym. "You're getting too distracting now, sweetheart."

"Oh?" you playfully teased. "Are you having a hard time, Matty?"

His head canted to the side, a cheeky smile slipping across his mouth as he focused on you. "You damn well know you have an effect on me, sweetheart," he answered. "So I'm going to need you to stop thinking about that for now."

Biting your lip, you took a hesitant step closer to him. "Okay, Matt," you agreed softly. "I'll save those thoughts for later."

His eyes snapped shut, his head turning to the side as he sucked in an audible breath. You continued chewing your lip, pleased at the sight of him affected by you still. That knowledge was certainly doing something to you.

"Sweetheart, please," Matt practically begged, his voice pitched higher than usual, "show some mercy on a man, would you?"

A thrill shot through your body at his plea. You never realized you had quite this much of an effect on him.

Yeah, you were definitely going to need those thirty minutes in the shower after this.

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starlightgenerator · 3 months

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thesolferino · 3 years

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Touchdown

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: smut, minors please keep scrolling!

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon

— summary: clay loses a football game, and while he’s already mad, you decide to rile him up even more.

“God fucking damnit.”

Clay muttered, pulling his helmet off and slamming it against one of the benches as he said the last word, making you almost jump as you quietly trailed along behind him, feet following in his footsteps. He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, wiping beads of sweat off the sides of his face as he moved towards his locker, carelessly hanging the helmet in its place as he huffed a frustrated sigh.

The locker room was empty, no traces of anyone’s belongings left, as Clay took his sweet time yelling and arguing with the coach after he instructed the rest of the team to change and get out of his sight; everyone had left before he even reached the lockers. The game hadn’t ended well for his team - the game tied, and he was feeling confident, patting their center, Nick, on the back in encouragement, shooting a pearly smile to those who cheered them on and filled the bleachers. They played overtime, and a coin was tossed, during which his team ultimately lost. Looking back on it in the pessimistic state that he was in now, throwing the towel he used to wipe his face at the wall, that should’ve been the first sign it wouldn’t end well.

The other team scored one final touchdown in the last three minutes of the game, the crowd’s cheers and protests mixing as the opposing team’s points shot up by six, leaving them victorious by one single point and Clay upset, pent up rage and bitterness stuck inside his body with nowhere to go now that the game was over and balls couldn’t be thrown. He stayed arguing with the coach for longer than he should have, even though he simply refused to budge. You’d managed to come down from the bleachers just in time to see him hold back a curse and speedwalk towards the lockers, following close behind, not even daring to call out his name.

“Damnit!” he shouted again, sitting down on the bench, running both of his hands through his hair fervently, huffing out large exhales every time they moved back and forth. The rest of his gear was still on despite coming here specifically to change - his jersey was still draped over his large shoulder pads and chest, one glove on and the other chucked at the wall as well as the towel, shorts and knee pads in place, too. You carefully reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, at least giving him some type of assurance, hoping it would calm the fire that burnt in him, mighty and frantic, at least a little.

It seems to do nothing, though, and the fire in him just keeps growing taller and stronger, flames licking farther up his throat, seconds away from escaping, burning him to ashes.

They do exactly that - they engulf his entire body, and for the split second that his gaze catches yours, you can see his eyes glint with flames, before he stands up so quickly it makes you dizzy, and presses his lips to yours hungrily. His fire engulfed you, spreading through you like an infectious disease, warmness swarming you from head to toe as he pulled you closer to him by the waist, leaving fiery fingerprints everywhere his hands touched you like hot coal.

He grunted into your kiss as he walked forward, backing you into the wall. The kiss was so unruly, so much more dizzying than any of the delicate ones you’d share in your bedroom - it was forceful, daring, scratchy, and when both of his rough arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he murmured: “Jump.” into your mouth, you knew you weren’t leaving that room without bruises.

Despite being aware of that, though, you couldn’t help but test his dominance, at least a little bit. Being bratty was second nature; after all, you were the air to his fire. When you blew strong enough, you could calm it down, but when you blew however you pleased, you’d ignite it more intensely than any gasoline ever could. And you couldn’t take the fire out this time, so you might as well fuel it to the best of your abilities.

“I don’t want to. And take off the uniform, you’re not gonna fuck me with those shoulder pads on.”

He pulled away, staying close enough to your face so you could feel every riled exhale, enough so you could see his jaw clench and green eyes boring into yours so madly that you almost cowered under his gaze - however, you persisted. There was really no reason to answer like that, and both of you knew it, but you wanted to toy with him, have him earn your submission, no matter if he’s pissed out of his mind or not. In hindsight, that may have not been a good idea, and you realised that the longer he said nothing and stared at you in pure anger, but there’s no going back now, is there?

“I’ll fuck you however I want.” Clay muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’ll like it no matter what.”

With that, his arms were back around your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist when he pushed you to lean against the wall. His lips were glued back onto yours in no time, your hand automatically darting to bury itself in his hair and pull, his fingers on your hips so tight they’d surely leave red marks. His lips left yours and you almost whined but held back when they moved to your neck, barely wasting any time before biting down on it, earning a gasp from you that you foolishly hoped he didn’t hear despite knowing there’s no way he missed it. He sucked on it, hard, to the point that you knew there’s no way it could be any shade other than dark, dark purple in a couple days’ time.

He set you down briefly, and you did your best to try and hide how impatient and upset you were getting, but he grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it up, tossing it to the side before getting rid of the shoulder pads as well, your eyes swerving over his sweaty, naked chest as he silently raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to do the same. You did nothing except lift your gaze back to Clay’s and stare at him with no emotion whatsoever.

“Take it off.” He commanded, gaze switching between your chest and eyes, waiting for you impatiently. You exhaled through your nose, just short of a chuckle.

“Do it yourself.” You shot back, seeing him cock his head to the side in an attempt to compose himself and flush down the anger, despite knowing it won’t work.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He scowled, hands immediately grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off, fingers quick on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra.

“And yet you still wanna fuck me like a dog in heat.” You retorted when the clasp loosened and he pulled the fabric down your arms, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips while he rolled one of your nipples through his fingers.

“You think you’ll still be talking to me like this when you’re begging me to cum and I say no?” Clay whispers in your ear right before his mouth moves down to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and neither of you fail to notice the goosebumps that cover your whole body. You don’t even get to manage a word out, syllables falling back into your throat when you swallow upon feeling his hands sneak themselves under your skirt, gripping your thighs.

“With how she’s talking, I’m sure my little brat isn’t wet right now. Right?” you feel your heart speed up when his hand moves a little further to the right and runs his fingers over your damp panties, brushing over your opening, fingers barely ghosting your clit. His pointer finger catches onto the fabric and pushes the underwear aside, leaving space for his middle finger to feel the juices that pour out of you, his touch feeling incredibly cold against your heat, feeling the tips of his fingers coat themselves in you before pulling away. His eyes meet yours paired with a smug smirk that you’ll never get to erase out of your memory.

“Oops.” he grins. “Seems like I was wrong.”

And then, when you least expect it, his fingers shove themselves in you, eliciting a muffled whimper, legs stumbling backwards to lean on the wall again when they start pumping in and out, lewd noises deafening you as you feel drops of wetness slipping down your thighs. He still persistently works his fingers inside your underwear, thumb sneaking inside too to rub at your clit, and that’s when he pushes a moan out of you, a sign of defeat - music to his ears. You can’t help it, can’t help any of it when it feels so good, when every time his wet finger brushes against your clit it sends a jolt through your whole body, your own hands twitching at the movement.

Your whole body sets aflame, head blazing, sweat escaping through strands of your hair the longer he keeps going, fingers stuffed in you, thrusting in and out like it’s his last, pushing you towards your orgasm more and more. Sure enough, your stomach starts twisting and your abdomen coils, something inside you pushing you off the walls as you arch more and more and grind into his unrelenting fingers.

“Cl-Clay… fuck, I’m-!” just as the words pass your lips, his fingers pull out, and the pleasure is entirely gone, ripped away from your hands as you stare up at him, feeling betrayed. Your hands instinctively move to your heat, as if of their own free will, but he grabs at your wrist before they make it to their destination.

“Don’t you dare. You come when I say so. I think I’ve made that very fucking clear, haven’t I?” Both of you know he’s stripped you of your brattiness when you say nothing, just swallow to mend your dry throat and quietly nod - you hate it, he loves it.

Clay pulls his shorts and underwear down his legs, and that’s when you realise you’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, so you hook your fingers around the waistband and pull your panties down, stepping out of them when you notice his cock, finally free and painfully throbbing as he strokes himself a few times. His eyes catch sight of the way you practically drool watching him, and he does nothing but scoff before your eyes meet.

“Get on the bench. All fours.” He commands and you comply, climbing onto one of them, arms and legs trembling where you place them.

“Watch your balance. I won’t be slow.” Clay says, guiding his cock into you, slowly pushing the tip inside as you hold your breath, waiting for him to just get on with it, already plenty stretched from the way his fingers fucked you open just seconds before.

“Won’t you now?” You murmur in irritation, words escaping you before you can even rationalise the fact that they won’t do you any good right now. “If you can’t play good, at least try to fuck me good.”

He stopped in his tracks and you froze, only realising that you may have crossed the line after the words were already long out of your mouth, and you opened it to apologise, but didn’t even get to inhale properly when he suddenly buried himself in you to the hilt, almost tearing you apart when his hips collide with yours and you let out a pained yelp, his cock stretching you out ten times more than his fingers had.

You felt his whole hand wrap itself around your throat before he pulled you up by it, pressing his lips close to your ear so you could hear every last breath of his.

“You know I play as good as I fuck - and best believe, I’ll fuck that brat out of you.” Clay growled into your ear before pushing you back down, not even giving you time to grip the bench before pulling out and thrusting back in with a low groan, setting a fast pace from the start.

You bit down on your lip with more and more force with every thrust - he filled you to the hilt every time, and you were sure you were drawing blood by now, a slight metallic taste coating your tongue from how hard you were holding back your moans. You were absolutely not gonna let him fuck the brat out of you.

He kept pumping into you wildly, pace brutal and unforgiving, and it took everything in you to be as quiet as possible, but then you felt a cold finger carefully rub at your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, a loud moan getting pushed out of your throat.

“Fuck! Clay…” you whimpered, trying to stabilise yourself on your shaky arms but barely succeeding because the more he pumped inside of you, the more it felt like he was forcing every thought in your brain out, replacing it with only him and his name. The hand gripping your hips left them, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it whenever he thrusted back in, making you hiss out in a sick mix of pleasure and pain.

“F-Fuck, I…” your throat ran dry from how fast and ragged your breathing stayed - it felt like he was going faster and faster every second.

“This good enough for you, princess?” he exaggerated, mocking you, a little out of breath himself as he pushed farther and farther, thumb never leaving your clit. You swallowed, not able to give him a proper response besides dumbed down words and broken syllables. He angled himself a little different with the next thrust, which made him dive into a spot he hadn’t touched before, making you see stars as you let out a huge gasp, grabbing at his arm that pulled on your hair in a blind attempt to ground yourself.

“R-Right there… fuck, please don’t-don’t stop!” you cried out, a new wave of heat flooding your entire body as he kept hitting the same spot over and over again, making you blind, white imprinted behind your eyelids. Your brain, along with any rational thoughts turned off completely, leaving you with nothing but moans and gasps of his name and how scarily good his cock felt in you.

You felt your climax creeping up on you, slowly but surely, the heat from every part of your body accumulating in the pit of your stomach, feeling the knot ready to come undone any second now. You clenched around him painfully, unable to help the spasms, seconds away from orgasm to the point you could practically taste it. It seemed like Clay could taste it, too, because he slowed down, thrusting into you lazily, like he hadn’t fucked your brains out a moment ago.

“Say sorry.” he said, voice as stable and confident as ever, unwavering compared to your shaky, barely still there one.

“Wh-what?” It took the words a second to make their way from your ears to your brain, hazy mind clouded with nothing but him, unable to process what he’s even saying when he’s buried so deep in you.

“I said, say sorry.” he bumped into your sweet spot once again, leaving you mewling and your eyes closing on their own.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” you stuttered, trying to piece your thoughts together while you could.

“Sorry for what?” he asked. “Sorry for the things you said, or sorry because you know I won’t let you come?”

“I’m-I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t-… I promise I didn’t mean it… Please, let me come, baby…” you whimpered out, grabbing at his arm again, trying to gain the little bit of sympathy you hoped he still had left.

“You’ll have to beg a little harder for me to even think about it, princess.” he chuckled, like the whole thing was damn hilarious, working his fingers on your clit again as your breathing stammered and you fought your best to get some words out.

“God, baby, please, you-you know I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, so sorry…” you breathed out with another tired gulp. “You-...I-... please, baby, you can’t do this, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I can do whatever I fucking want to and I have some reason for it. What’s stopping me from using you like my own little fuckdoll right now and leaving you here with nothing except my own cum dripping out of you? What’s stopping me?” Clay snapped, pulling you by the hair again. You gulped again, feeling actually nervous this time.

“I… Please, baby, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said, please, can you just-”

He interrupted you mid sentence with such a rough thrust that you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his fingers back on your clit, feeling like you’re getting lifted up to the skies themselves once again. He managed to find the same angle, hitting the spot that made you feel hell and heaven all at once, pleasure prickling at every part of your body as you loudly moaned, putting no effort into concealing it or keeping silent anymore.

You felt the knot in your stomach once again, quicker than ever, slowly unraveling itself and your cries turned into ramblings, begging him to let you come.

“Pl-please, can I please… Fuck! Please, can I- I’m so close, shit, baby, can I please-” you stuttered, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as you could almost touch your climax.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, you felt the knot finally untie itself and you let out a guttural moan, not caring who would hear or not - the pleasure was sickeningly sweet, almost making you ill, knocking you to your elbows as you couldn’t see, hear, feel nothing except the wave of pleasure washing over you repeatedly, beads of sweat running down your body.

The clenching of your heat against him while you climaxed drove Clay to the brink of insanity, coming himself before he could even realise it, filling you up to the brim with a few final thrusts. He stayed inside you for a few seconds while you were catching your breath, watching you uncontrollably spasm around him as you came down from the high, clenching around him every so often, all your senses overstimulated.

When your breathing evened out, he finally pulled out, grabbing the box of tissues from his locker as he slowly started to clean you up, wiping over your sensitive parts, holding you up lightly by the stomach so you wouldn’t fall whenever he touched one of the tender parts. You huffed out a large exhale.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clay. Remind me to never provoke you after a game again, what the fuck.” you said, voice still shaky, and you heard him cackle behind you.

“I’ll probably be mad for the rest of the day anyways, but whatever.”

“You played good, by the way. Really good. I just wanted to piss you off.” You admitted, watching him stand up and look at you with a knowing smile, before pressing a light peck against your lips.

“Yeah, I figured.”

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chinatestbench · 4 years

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12PSB-TXD Diesel Fuel Injection Pump Test Bench

Introduction

12PSB-TXD Diesel Fuel Injection Pump Test Bench, which is a high performance test equipment controlled by industrial computer, can test BOSCH, DENSO, DELPHI, SIMENS etc.brands mechanical pumps.

Function

1.Three style two language can be choose as customer's requirements.

2. Main engine frequency conversion, manual and automatic two operating modes.

3. Automatic mode can process multi- gears speed preset.

4. Min seale mark can be 0.5” when process Oil supply interval Angle detection

5. Automatic oil measuring and counting system.

6. Automatic oil measuring plate.

7. Equipped with DC.1 2V/24V power supply, used for magnetic valve's driving and testing.

8. Oil temperature automatic control

9. VE pump inner chamber pressure test

Feature

1.Main power is 11KW, but its torque as much as 22KW conventional test bench.

2. 600 rpm can achieve 200 times the amount of 240mL fuel test

3. Three slot strengthen work-set,pressed large volume high pressure pump forging P9 pump more stable,more safety.

4. Increasing dial minimized the oil pump transient resistance produces speed fluctuation, effectively improve the testing accuracy.

5. High performance energy-saving products,save the cost of opening, which setting access dynamic power compatibility.

6. Use low noise fuel motor.

Technical Parameters

Model No.12PSB-TXD

Main motor power11 kw enhanced vision

Host machine source380V / 50~60HZ 3 phase

Test bench rotate speed0~4000rpm/min

Oil supply10L/min , 20L/min

Oil supply high pressure0〜3.5Mpa

Oil supply low pressure0〜0.35Mpa

Air supply pressure range0~0.15Mpa

DC power12Vor 24V(Allow short circuit)

Shaft Centre Height125MM

Test bench height from the ground830MM

Oil tank capacity50L

Fuel oil temperature40±2℃

Overall dimension size(MM)2200*800*1850

Weight1200kg

#12PSB-TXD Diesel Fuel Injection Pump Test Bench

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wunfagroup · 2 months

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Ensuring Performance: The Crucial Role of Fuel Pump Test Benches

The heart of any internal combustion engine, be it a powerful car or a workhorse tractor, relies on a vital component: the fuel pump. This unsung hero ensures the precise delivery of fuel, directly impacting engine performance, efficiency, and emissions. But how do we guarantee its optimal operation? Enter the fuel pump test bench, a specialized piece of equipment that plays a critical role in maintaining top engine health.

What is a Fuel Pump Test Bench?

Imagine a platform designed to replicate the real-world demands placed on a fuel pump. That's essentially what a fuel pump test bench is. It allows technicians and manufacturers to simulate various operating conditions, such as engine speed, fuel pressure, and temperature. By mimicking these conditions, the bench can accurately evaluate the pump's performance, identify potential issues, and ensure it meets specific standards.

What Does a Fuel Pump Test Bench Do?

These versatile machines offer a range of functionalities:

Performance Measurement: They measure critical parameters like flow rate, pressure, delivery volume, and injection timing. Deviations from specifications indicate potential problems that need attention.

Calibration and Adjustment: Many benches allow fine-tuning of the pump's performance to bring it back within optimal operating range, ensuring efficient fuel delivery.

Durability Testing: By simulating extreme conditions like high pressure and temperature, benches can assess the pump's long-term reliability and identify potential weaknesses.

Research and Development: Manufacturers utilize benches to design, test, and improve new fuel pump technologies, pushing the boundaries of efficiency and performance.

Benefits of Using a Fuel Pump Test Bench:

Improved Engine Performance: Accurate fuel delivery optimizes combustion, leading to better power, fuel economy, and lower emissions.

Reduced Downtime: Early detection and diagnosis of pump issues prevent breakdowns and costly repairs, keeping engines running smoothly.

Enhanced Safety: Ensuring proper fuel pressure and flow minimizes the risk of engine fires and other safety hazards.

Quality Assurance: Manufacturers can guarantee the performance and reliability of their pumps before they reach the market.

Types of Fuel Pump Test Benches:

Different types of benches cater to specific needs:

Mechanical benches: These traditional setups physically drive the pump using motors and gears.

Electronic benches: Modern versions utilize computer controls and advanced sensors for precise testing and data analysis.

Flow benches: These benches focus on measuring the fuel flow rate and identifying inconsistencies.

Combination benches: Some offer a combination of functionalities for comprehensive testing.

The Future of Fuel Pump Test Benches:

As engine technology evolves, so too will test benches. We can expect advancements in automation, data analysis, and simulation capabilities, leading to even more efficient, accurate, and comprehensive testing solutions.

Conclusion:

Fuel pump test bench play a critical role in ensuring optimal engine performance, reliability, and safety. By simulating real-world conditions and analyzing key parameters, these versatile tools empower technicians and manufacturers to keep engines running smoothly and efficiently. As technology progresses, fuel pump test benches will continue to be essential tools in the pursuit of cleaner, more efficient, and powerful engines.

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idealdieselmarine · 1 month

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starlightgenerator · 3 months

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Debugging of VE Distribution Pump for Diesel Generator 1

The preparation work before debugging the VE distribution pump of the diesel generator includes: installing the VE pump on the test bench and injecting diesel with a pressure of 0.035MPa into the inlet pipe joint; Install a pressure gauge with a range of O~1. OMPa between the return pipe joint and the pump body, and connect the return pipe; Connect the high-pressure oil pipe and fuel injector, with a specification of 6 for the high-pressure oil pipe × 2mm, the length of the first and third cylinders is 420mm, and the length of the second and fourth cylinders is 430mm. The injection pressure of the standard fuel injector is (17.2 ± 0.3) MPa, and the diameter of the throttle hole is 0.4mm. The test oil temperature is 38-42 ℃. Additionally, the solenoid valve is powered on with a 10-12V power supply. The debugging requirements for the VE distribution pump of the diesel generator are as follows:

1. Inspection and debugging of pre stroke: The specified pre stroke (from bottom dead center) of the VE4/l1Fl900R294 fuel injection pump is (O ± 0.02) mm. During inspection, install a transparent drain pipe on the screw hole of the plug at the upper end of the fuel injection pump, slowly rotate the drive shaft of the fuel injection pump, so that the oil just flows into the drain pipe, but does not flow out of the drain pipe. Then, remove the oil pipe and replace it with a dial gauge to measure the position of the fuel injection pump plunger and record the reading. Rotate the drive shaft of the fuel injection pump so that the plunger is at the bottom dead center, which is the left limit position. Measure the position of the fuel injection pump plunger using a dial gauge and record the reading. The difference between the two readings is the pre stroke. If the pre travel does not meet the specified value, adjust it with the adjusting gasket of the plunger. If replacing the plunger gasket, the pre stroke should also be inspected and adjusted according to the above method.

2. Adjustment of the internal chamber pressure of the fuel injection pump: Adjust the speed of the diesel generator VE pump to 1500r/min, and when the intake pressure of the LDA device is 0.1MPa, the internal chamber pressure should be 0.6~0.66MPa. If the specified value is not met, the pressure regulating spring seat of the pressure regulating valve in the VE pump can be adjusted. At the same time, check whether the pressure inside the VE pump of the diesel generator also meets the corresponding requirements at other specified speeds.

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shilindiesel · 2 years

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diesel fuel injection pump and fuel injector parts manufacturer

SHILIN DIESEL is a reliable and experienced supplier and manufacturer of diesel engine fuel injection systems parts in China. We produce diesel fuel injection pumps, fuel pump components and parts such as fuel pump element, fuel delivery valve, fuel pump head rotor, fuel pump camshaft, and roller kit, fuel pump solenoid, fuel regulator sensor valve, and etc. We are also a professional fuel injector and diesel injector parts producer, mainly producing Bosch, Denso, and CAT diesel injector replacements such as fuel injector nozzle, fuel injector solenoid valve, fuel injector control valve and etc. All our products have to be tested and examined by testing benches strictly before selling to our clients. Don't hesitate to contact us when looking for diesel fuel injection parts, diesel fuel injection pumps,and fuel injector parts.

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taylorroger-s · 5 years

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shooting star // ben hardy x reader

a/n hooooolyyyy shit it has been a while since I've written something. this has actually been in my drafts since june, and was originally a response to an ask following me reblogging a prompt list. to the anon that requested it, sorry about that. but hey, it’s now done and personally, I think it’s pretty good. hope y’all think so too

plus, I've been in a ben mood after the 6 underground trailer so that gave me the motivation to finish

masterlist here!

enjoy :)

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you really weren't in the mood to leave the house.

your friday nights were usually spent curled up in your bed, eyes glued to your old hunk of a computer, burning through cheesy rom-coms and seasons upon seasons of any mildly interesting show you could find.

but after a brief pep talk by your roommate, you had dragged yourself to a university party where drunkards snogged in dark corners and booze was in no short supply. you were settled comfortably in the corner of a well-worn sofa, nursing a cup full of what you assumed was vodka and lemonade.

the party itself wasn’t as bad as you expected. letting loose once in awhile always helped relieve some of the stress built up by tests and essays. prior to sitting down, you had spent a good thirty minutes dancing to a strange assortment of classic rock ballads and eclectic disco melodies. once exhausted and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. you grabbed the mystery vodka concoction and sat down.

you were just starting to relax when one of the alcohol-fueled “men” stumbled into the growing circle of people seated in the middle of the chaos, haphazardly leaning on one another.

“yoooo,” the boy slurred, “let’s do… truth or dare!” you groaned, moving to leave when your friend ashley tugged on your arm, dragging you back to her side.

“cmon… it’ll be fun” ash pleaded, throwing her arms around your neck to pull you closer. you could smell the cigarettes, weed, and crude cocktails on her breath. with a dejected sigh, you sunk back into the couch, curling up against ashley. you had never really enjoyed the game of truth or dare. ever since your junior year, when you were pressured into stealing something from the headmaster’s office and ended up with a month of detention, you had avoided it pretty successfully.

“i don’t think so.” you muttered, finishing off your drink with one last gulp. that’s when you heard an achingly familiar voice. ben jones, childhood friend turned sworn enemy somewhere in junior high.

it was difficult to piece together how the rift between the two of your formed. your friendship was so pure, so uplifting. there was no one in the world you trusted more. the beginning of the end came when you had your first serious crush. a boy in your french class named john had asked you to the movies to see the third harry potter film.

but that was the issue. ben and you had seen the first two together, read the books together. suffice to say it was a sacred tradition between the two of you. so when you broke the news to ben about your date, he wasn’t the most supportive. it escalated into a heated argument, before you angrily left his room with tears streaming down your face. later that night he called and apologized, but things were never the same after that. the last true conversation you had ended with both of you renouncing your friendship and going your separate ways. for weeks after, you would catch yourself staring at the phone, waiting for a call; or waiting for the courage to call first. but every time you felt the urge to run back to him, the final words he said would come back to haunt you.

“you abandoned me”

“how could you?”

“i hate you.”

since then, things were never the same. no more late night phone calls, no more movie marathons. when john broke your heart, you didn’t have ben to turn to. you didn’t realize how much you cared about him until that moment. but you weren't about to run back into his arms. so you stayed silent, grew up and went to university without so much as a backwards glance to your former best friend. just your luck that he ended up in the same school, even if he was in a different major. as university dragged on you walked past him in the halls less and less. but then you would see him at parties, exchanging furtive glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. you hadn’t has a direct conversation in years. so the fact that he was at the same random party, giving you grief, made your blood run cold.

“you don’t have to be such a downer, bugs.” ben chided, taking a sip from the beer in his right hand. there was another, unopened bottle in his left. he had the audacity to call you by a nickname you hadn’t heard in years. at the age of six, the two of you had become obsessed with the looney tunes, watching old reruns from the seventies and following along as new episodes came out. you had been dubbed bugs in honor of bugs bunny by him, and you took to calling him beaky. you could remember vividly scratching the words ‘bugs and beaky forever’ into a tree not far from your primary school’s front yard. he called you bugs? well two could play at that game.

“that’s rich coming from you beaky.” you shot back, keeping your eyes trained on a generic painting hanging on the opposite wall. you could feel him shift on the other side of the couch’s arm, taking a seat no more than two feet away from you. after a moment you couldn’t resist the pull and took a quick glance at your ex-best friend, sucking in a breath as he came into view. he had ditched the justin bieber hair you remembered, letting it grow and curl around his ears. you pressed your lips together in a firm line, slowly tearing your eyes away from his chiseled jawline and striking green eyes.

“alright, everyone have a drink?” the boy who introduced the game called, holding up a cup of his own. everyone raised their own in response. you glanced down at your lap where the empty cup sat. whoops. just when you were toying with the idea of simply bailing from the party, an unopened bottle dropped into your lap, cold against the denim fabric of your jeans. you whipped your head to the side, where ben was quietly watching the plastered people arranged in the messy circle. you stared at him for a moment before he spoke.

“you’re welcome” he huffed, taking a sip from his own, identical bottle. you twisted off the cap, twiddling it between your fingers for a moment.

“thanks.” you said through gritted teeth, shutting yourself up from saying anything more with a long swig from the bottle. and so the game began. you sat there, head on ashley’s shoulder, laughing at the silly dares asked and often scandalous truths. someone would spin an empty bottle in the center of the circle, and whoever it landed on they would ask that stupid, fated question. truth or dare?

you weren’t subjected to anything too horrible. anytime you reached a question or dare that you were uncomfortable with, you would simply take a quick chug from your steadily emptying bottle and laugh. as time dragged on you had confessed the worst cocktail you ever drank, the weirdest dream you ever had, and had given someone a brief kiss on the cheek.

once your turn rolled around the third time, you reached for the bottle, spinning it with a bit of difficulty due to the beer pumping through your system. it spun in two complete circles and then just a touch more, landing square on ben. just your luck. you turned to him, locking eyes with his stunningly green ones. he really was quite gorgeous. it made your breath catch in your throat as you pushed out the question.

“truth or dare?” you breathed, raising an eyebrow in challenge. your mind filled with a number of different options and possible outcomes for his response. part of you wanted to be malicious and embarrass him for some crude form of revenge, but deep down you still cared deeply for ben and would hate to see him miserable. there truly was a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

“truth.” ben stated, crossing his arms firmly across his chest. his nonchalance steeled your spine and you held your chin high. your judgement was admittedly impaired by alcohol, but it was too late for you to change your mind. you needed to know the truth, whether or not it was in front of an audience.

“what’s the biggest lie you’ve told?”

he took in a sharp breath, moving his steely gaze to the frayed edges on his shoelaces. no more than a few seconds had passed between your question and his response, but it felt like an eternity. you clenched your fists repeatedly in your lap, habitually cracking them as the room stayed quiet. ben sighed, lifting his eyes just a tad to watch you through his long eyelashes.

“that i hate you. that you abandoned me. that i never wanted to see you again. take your pick” he almost hissed out the words, jumping to his feet and walking out when he had finished. you sat in stunned silence with the rest of the group, slowly processing what he said. someone coughed, another sneezed. still the silence stretched on. then ashley elbowed you in the ribs.

you whirled around, mouthing the word ‘what?’ and giving her a glare. she rolled her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. you crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at her as you waited for an answer. she pointed wildly towards the door that ben had disappeared into, eyes wide as she gestured. it was very easy to read her exaggerated movements. she wanted you to talk to him. you knew you had to talk to him. but you didn’t want to. yet, after a beat, you groaned internally and headed towards the door, flipping ashley the bird as you left.

ben was a few rooms away, brooding silently as he gazed out a window. you took a seat across from him, resting your head on the chipped window frame. there was a plush bench situated against the wall, pillows tucked up against the glass. the two of you were seated on the floor, curled in similar positions, mirroring each other. the party seemed to have resumed in the other room, giggles and fits of laughter filling the air.

"so…" you began, grappling for some way to start up a conversation. you heard ben let out a heavy breath through his nose, tucking his hand under his chin. his profile was bathed in moonlight, casting a monochromatic glow on his chiseled features. his lips were turned into a distinct frown.

"so what?" you rolled your eyes. just as stubborn as he was when the two of you were kids. it summoned a memory of him nearly beating up a boy for calling you names, while you did your best to drag him away. always your defender, whether you needed it or not. another memory to make your heart ache as you sat straight across from that same, hot-headed boy.

“are we going to talk about what just happened?” you said, tone slightly terse. you suddenly wished you were back in your room, curled up in your covers, repressing memories of a happier time. a time where your only worries were what games to play and looney toons episodes to watch. a time where it was just you and ben against the world.

“suppose so.” he sounded just as tense as you, which for some reason pissed you off. he didn’t have to answer the question with something that hadn’t ever been addressed between the two of you. he could have said something inconsequential and you both could have continued on with your lives. but his admission needed to be dealt with, and it fell to you to make him explain.

“since you seem so keen to begin a conversation, i’ll start. why did you lie in the first place?” you could feel a lump rise in your throat. even after years of no contact, you still cared about him. his rejection all that time ago still stung. you deserved to know the truth.

“next question.” ben answered, voice still flat and emotionless. however, you could tell that he wasn’t unaffected by your prying. the muscles in his jaw had tightened, and you watched as he ran a hand through his hair. his gaze was drilled on something out the window, as if he was adamant not to look at your face.

“fine, smartass. why did my going on a date piss you off so much?” you were now fully focused on him, silently begging to any god that might exist for an answer that you had waited so long for.

“it wasn’t that you were going on a date,” you raised an eyebrow, doubtful of his answer, but he continued speaking, “it was that you were going to see harry potter. that was our thing. our tradition. in my adolescent boy brain, you were replacing me.” he suddenly sounded years younger, just like the boy you would play football with in the dead of night and share sweets with after school. his expression had also softened, eyes tentatively flicking back to you every couple seconds.

“you know that nothing would ever replace you. thick as thieves, mum used to say. i never would have replaced you for a middle school crush. so, why. did. you. lie?” you sounded strained, mad that he had ever for a moment thought anyone was more important to you than him. no person could fill the space he left behind.

“because i was jealous alright? jealous that you chose him over me. jealous that he got to hold your hand, take you to dances. i was jealous because i loved you, and you slipped away before i did anything to show you how much i cared.” ben snapped, tone softening as his confession went on, voice cracking near the end. he had been waiting to say those words for what felt like a lifetime. a weight was lifted of his shoulders, and, by association, yours as well. despite the somber nature of your conversation, you could feel a smile spread across your features. you were now entirely looking at each other, stupid, love-struck kids once more.

“ben, you total dork. i would have chosen you over him every time. you were who i truly cared about. but i’m not a mind reader, so when you never said anything, i assumed it was because my feelings weren’t reciprocated. therefore, i tried to move on. didn’t work by the way. nothing i did could make me stop loving you.” you reached out a hand and he gently took it, lacing your fingers with his. he too had a soft smile on his face, gaze shifting to your intertwined hands. his thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand, warming your skin with his touch.

“guess we're both idiots.” he looked back up, locking eyes with you. all at once, your feelings came rushing back. you could do nothing else but smile as the minutes passed by, still connected to ben through his outstretched hand. you tilted your head to look back out the large window, tracing the shapes of constellations between the stars. one flew by; a shooting star. your wish was simple: that you never had to let go of ben ever again.

“guess so.”

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yee haw kids i’m finally getting back into it (if you call finishing off a draft that’s been there since june getting back into writing but shh)

here’s to more motivation in the weeks to come!

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