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visionarymode · 7 months

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Tension

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso x female reader

✧ word count: 3,748

“Daaaaamn girl let me get your number,” she heard a man’s voice echo from behind her. She rolled her eyes continuing to walk down the parking lot eager to find her car.

“Not interested!” she called out.

“Shut me down that fast I’m hurt for real.”

She furrowed her brows somewhat recognizing the familiar voice. She turned around to see Jimmy walking in her direction. He was wearing a black long sleeve and black shorts, carrying his duffel bag. He had 2 braids in and his chain shined in the dim lights surrounding the empty parking lot. He shot her a confused look as he held his hand to his chest.

“You killed my self esteem right then and there,” he exaggerated.

She giggled from his sarcastic remark and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders knowing it wasn’t a random man trying to pick her up this late at night.

“I didn’t know it was you,” she expressed feeling her cheeks flush. Jimmy was always someone that caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach…and other places just from his perfect smile or playful comments. Their lighthearted flirting whenever they were in each others presence very much didn’t help that situation.

“Oh, that changes your answer then?” he asked with an eyebrow raise as he reached her proximity to embrace her for a hug. She hugged back, wrapping her arms around his neck, his heavenly aroma filling her nostrils from his cologne. Every time Jimmy hugged her he would leave his hang lingering on her lower back for a few seconds longer when they both pulled back. The action was so little but the tingles that spread through her body from his touch were so…big.

“You leavin’?” he asked.

“Yeah, if I can ever find my car or a damn hotel room. Everything’s booked,” she sighed looking around for her car again.

“I’ve been looking for one too. None of these-“ he was cut off as drops of rain started to hit their heads.

“Oh fuck,” you huffed.

“Forget your car for now. C’mon,” he grabbed her hand and initiated for her to pick up the pace as the rainfalls became steadier and heavier. He quickly unlocked his car and they both got in as quick as they could. They were both completely soaked, panting in the quiet and dark space as the forceful rain loudly tapped on the windshield, breaking the silence.

“Even the damn rain don’t want us to talk,” he playfully huffed.

“Maybe it was a sign,” she suggested with a laugh.

“Yeah, what kinda sign?” She felt his piercing gaze on her and turned her head to meet it. He ran his hand over his wet beard and licked his lips, a slight smirk creeping on them. She knows that he felt the exact tantalizing tension she was feeling between the both of them. The same tension that was always present whenever they both crossed paths or were in the same room together. But both of them never acted on it. Maybe it was hesitancy. Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was the thought that if anything did ever happen, it would ruin a great friendship. So that tension continued playing with their heads as they let it take over.

She was scrolling and scrolling through the holiday inn website and managed to find an available standard room, with only one king sized bed.

“Okay I found one, but it seems to be the only one,” she expressed as she turned her phone towards him. The bright light of her phone accentuated his features and those butterflies rushed back in her body. He licked his lips as his pretty brown eyes wandered along the descriptive words of the hotel room.

“This is nice as hell. Let’s just book it for the both of us,” he suggested handing her back her phone. They both looked at each other and she could’ve sworn the sound of her thudding heart was about to expose itself.

“What you think?” he asked when she didn’t respond. She snapped back into reality and grabbed her phone to book the room.

“I guess I’ll have to settle for you,” she playfully replied as she started filling out the details.

“Settle? Nah, this right here is the best roommate you’re ever gonna have.” He pronounced as he started the car and put it in reverse.

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When they got to the hotel they checked in and headed up the elevator to their room. She used her key card to unlock the door as Jimmy followed behind her.

“It’s pretty nice, right?” she asked turning to him.

“Hell yeah! Look at this big ass TV,” he remarked. She giggled as he acted like a show girl presenting the winning prize. They set their luggage to the side and charged their phones because of their batteries running low.

“Whew, okay. I’m gonna shower real quick,” she stated grabbing some clothes out her suitcase.

“Go ‘head. I’ll go after you. You up for a movie?” he asked plopping himself onto the bed.

“Yes!” she replied as she watched him turn on the TV. She locked the bathroom door and sighed, feeling many emotions at once. She’s hung out with Jimmy a bunch of times…so why does this time feel so different?

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They both showered and snuggled up in the dark as the tv screen brightened the room. She had on a pair of gray short shorts and a cropped sweater. Jimmy settled for a black t shirt & shorts. He surprised her with glasses of tequila sunrise to spice up their little movie night. The movie continued playing in the background as drinks kept pouring over the hour. They were both fairly drunk and ended up steering away from the movie twenty minutes in to start a conversation about the next night and what they both had scheduled.

“Ooh! I got some new gear for tomorrow. I’m so excited to wear it,” she exclaimed remembering that the seamstress made special white & blue gear for her hometown appearance tomorrow night.

“Now you gotta show me,” he said taking another sip of his drink.

“I have a picture hold on.”

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and laid back next to him as their arms touched from the closeness. He moved it to reposition it around her shoulder, looking on as she pulled up the pictures in her camera roll.

“Okay so this is the front…” she showed him.

“Damn, that’s nice as hell.” he hyped as he tickled her shoulder.

“And then this is the- oh shit.” She swiped the wrong way and thankfully he didn’t notice the scandalous mirror picture she took earlier in the day in her red lingerie because of her quick reflexes.

“Now wait, what was that?” He eagerly asked with a grin on his face.

“Nothing, wrong picture. This is the back-“

“Nah, now I’m curious let me see what it was.” He sat up chugging the rest of his glass till it was empty.

“Jimmy drop it,” she giggled and reciprocated his action, finishing her drink to set it on the table. As soon as she set it down, he suddenly snatched her phone from her hand.

“Jimmy?!” she gasped and quickly turned her head back to him dropping her jaw while he was laughing.

“I wanna see what you hiding up in here,” he held the phone above his head trying to return to the photo album.

“It was nothing just give me my phone!” she tried to grab it out of his left hand but he held it out of reach on the other side of the bed as he extended his right arm. The pictures of her gear came back up and his thumb motioned to swipe to the left close to revealing the selfie. She jumped on top of him, practically straddling him but she was too tipsy to acknowledge the position and instead focused on getting her phone back.

“Jimmy I swear if you don’t give me it-“

“You’ll what?” he asked. His eyes locked with hers before he glanced at her lips. She didn’t even notice his other hand resting on her thigh until his thumbs started caressing them. She felt her pussy skip a beat from his touch and those enticing brown eyes that glinted with…hunger.

“J-Just give it,” she stammered holding out her hand. He sighed and nodded, trying to act like he was hurt from her secrecy. She didn’t mean to laugh out loud at his pouty reaction, but he quickly reacted and dropped his jaw.

“Oh what’s funny now?”

“Nothing,” she giggled.

“You know what-“

“No wai-“ she paused as her picture popped up and his eyes slightly widened, almost in awe.

“God…damn.” he whistled. He intently looked at her in admiration.

“Jimmy!” she whined with embarrassment, nudging him in the chest.

“Whatchu’ embarrassed about? Being fine as hell?” he asked looking at her like she were out of her mind. The abrupt comment caught her off guard and as much as she tried to hide her smile, it was irresistible.

“Yeah, you know you fine as hell,” he grinned at her eye rolling.

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked feeling her cheeks burning up.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Jimmy-“

“EH. Wrong answer,” he imitated the sound of a buzzer and laughed at her annoyance. She sighed, trying her best to prevent a laugh.

“Please, can I have my phone back?” she asked holding out her hand once again.

He kept a fixed look on her, subtly peering up and down her body straddling his. She watched as he locked her phone and set it down on the nightstand. She furrowed her brows in confusion but didn’t have time to wonder about his actions before he grabbed her extended hand to dab her up.

“My bad,” he apologized not taking his eyes off her. She felt her heart pounding as their hands were still interlocked from the handshake.

“It’s okay…” she hesitantly whispered, staring right back at his captivating eyes.

“Let me make it up to you.” The hand that rested on her thigh snaked its way up to her hip to delicately grip it. She felt a thrill shoot down her spine at the gesture, her panties getting damper by the second. The sexual tension and alcohol in her system were clashing and bombarding her senses.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged using her free hand to play with the hem of his shirt.

“Mhm…” he responded, licking his lips. He took advantage of their intertwined hands to pull her into him as he planted a soft, passionate kiss on her lips. She grabbed his face and effortlessly kissed back, feeling the bulge in his shorts and responded by grinding on him. He softly moaned and ran his hands over her ass before squeezing it to deepen the grind. The kiss became sloppier as their tongues danced in each others mouths. They both fought over whose tongue to suck as she continued grinding on his growing bulge, her drunk and horny feelings taking over her body.

“You drive me crazy…you know that?” he whispered. She gasped as he smacked her ass followed by a hard grope. He started dragging his tongue down her neck and swirled it in circles. Her head fell back from his wet and warm tongue taking its time sucking on her sweet spots. His fingers grazed her waist, instantly erupting with goosebumps from the contact as he lifted her cropped sweater top above her head.

“My bad…” she drunkly professed at her failed but purposeful attempt at wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, smirking at her comment before sliding his tongue back in her mouth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her left thigh closer to his waist as he slowly lapped at her nipple.

“Fuuuck…” she moaned as he sucked on it while twiddling the other nipple with his thumb.

“This is what you were hidin’ from me?” he mumbled as a loud and wet smack was heard from his aggressive sucking. He continued sliding his tongue up, down, and around her breasts as she continued to grind on him. He dragged his tongue from her breasts back up to her neck and reached her lips as they both moaned in unison, desperate for more gratification. He slipped his hand in her shorts and ran his fingers over her damp panties, causing a shaky moan to fall from her mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he asked as he continued to teasingly run his digits up and down her drenched panties.

“Yeah…” she mumbled against his lips as she rocked her hips, her mind spinning uncontrollably longing more of him.

“I want this pussy in my mouth,” he vocalized in a deep, low voice. He took his hand out her shorts and flipped her on her back to get on top of her. She bit her bottom lip as her legs struggled to stay still watching him take his tee off, exposing his tanned and tattooed body. He licked his lips as he hovered over her, running his hands up her legs, waist and back up to her breasts to squeeze them. He left sloppy pecks down her neck and stomach and watched her squirm as he pulled her shorts off.

“Jimmy…” she whined as he once again teased his fingers over her panties that were completely soaked. He ignored her whines and slowly ran his tongue over her panties.

“Whatchu’ want? Hm?” he toyed, his fingertips tugging at the hem of her panties.

“Stop playing and let me cum in your mouth…” she finally let out and without hesitancy he slipped her panties off her, snatching her legs to the edge of the bed to place her thighs on his shoulders. He stared her down as he split open her drenched folds with his thumb and forefinger as he licked up her wetness.

“Oh fuuuuuck…” she loudly moaned as he started gliding his tongue up and down her entrance.

“Fuck…” he groaned between licks. “You taste so damn good…”

She felt like she was floating from pleasure as her eyes shut from his savage tongue tracing her pussy. He started flicking it at a viscous pace causing her back to arch.

“J-Jimmy…” she stutteringly moaned as he swirled his tongue around her clit before enclosing his lips around it. He continued to suck on it as he rubbed his two middle fingers up and down her slick opening. Her arms started clutching at the sheets above her head as he slipped in his fingers causing her to suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh my god…” she cried out clutching her thighs around his head. The sound of his sloppy coated fingers pumping in and out of her matched the frantic pace of his tongue sucking on her clit.

“Fuuuuuuck…I’m gonna cum” she loudly moaned feeling her high intensify.

“Yeah?” he tauntingly asked over the loud sloshes of his finger fucking.

“Cum for me baby…” he breathed against her lower lips as he slowly retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, dipping it in and out of her hole as her loud cries filled the room. She grabbed his head to help her grind against his tongue as she felt her orgasm take over her entire body. Her legs started shaking as she released in his mouth, her cum dribbling down her thighs and his beard. He growled as he slurped and licked every ounce of her juices. He kept his mouth on her pussy and let her ride out the rest of her high. He dragged his fingers up and down her thighs, slowing down the pace of his tongue as he watched her completely blissed out with her mouth parted open.

“Holy…shit.” she breathed out.

He chuckled and gently set her thighs back down on the edge of the bed as she watched him stand back up. His beard glistened with her cum causing her to smirk.

“What’s your pretty ass smiling about?” he crawled on top of her to kiss her as she tasted her nectar mixed with his saliva.

“Didn’t know your tongue was that dangerous…” she grinned against his lips, scooting back up the bed to lay her head on the pillow. That orgasm was so powerful that she felt drunker than she was before he ate her out.

“You ain’t seen dangerous yet…” he expressed in a low and growly tone, crawling up the bed following her. His fingers found themselves back down to her slick folds. He scooped up her drippy mess and sucked it off his fingers as she held back her moan at the sight.

“Yeah?” she asked wrapping her finger around his chain that dangled across her chest.

“Mmm,” he moaned back as she fondled with the bulge in his shorts with her lower leg.

“Show me how dangerous Jim Uso can be then,” she cooed pulling his chain with her forefinger bringing him back down to her lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth as she sucked on it. He took off his shorts and boxers revealing his long, hard, pretty tanned dick. She bit her lip at the pre cum dripping down his slit as he wrapped his hand around his length to stroke himself.

“Jim Uso don’t play…” he whispered as he grabbed her throat. She softly whimpered as he slowly teased his tip up and down her entrance, their juices mixing together as he spread it across her hole. He slipped his length inside of her with ease as they both moaned in unison. He thrusted himself inside her at a steady pace, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Why the fuck we ain’t do this sooner?” he groaned against her lips. Her mouth fell open from her loud whine as he started to pick up the speed.

“Mmmmm my god,” she cried grasping his shoulders.

“You like this dick, huh baby?” he moaned to her, massaging her inner walls with his thick dick.

“Yeeeeees oh fuck,” she screamed as he hurriedly buried himself in her, her walls fluttering around his dick.

“You’re so sexy…” he purred in her ear as his moan followed pursuit, rumbling her senses as landed on cloud nine. She felt heat rush through her body at his low and pretty moan, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck, their sweaty warm bodies sticking like magnets. He took that as an opportunity to abruptly scoop her up onto his lap before turning on his back. He wrapped his arms around her warm and glistening body as he started pumping her, the loud sound of his balls hitting her ass cheeks with each thrust.

“Jim-Jimmy…” she cried out. He cupped her ass with his hands for extra leverage continuing to fill up her walls with his long length. She felt her vision get blurry as her breath hitched in her throat from the loud sobs.

“Fuck…moan my name again…I love that shit,” he groaned as he spanked her ass most likely leaving a red print.

“Jimmy…oh my gooooood” she whined over and over feeling shockwaves build up in her body.

“This tight…pretty pussy…of yours…is what’s dangerous…” he moaned as the loud wet sounds of their bodies collided between each set of words.

“I’m-I’m gonna c-cum…” she struggled to get out as she felt light headed feeling every inch of his dick pile driving into her.

“Yeah? Milk this dick baby…”

“I want you to cum inside me daddy…” she confessed in his ear so he could hear her over the loud and reckless smacking of his soaked dick hitting her g spot. He smirked as he spread open her ass to deepen his viscous thrusts. She felt her vision and hearing get completely blinded as her climax crept up on her. Her walls spasmed and contracted one final time as she released and coated his dick, feeling heat pooling her lower back. He watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as she let out one final cry from her orgasm, resulting in him reciprocating her actions and cumming inside of her.

“Fuck, baby…” he tightly gripped her ass as he thrusted one slow and final time emptying his seed inside of her. He let her ride him for another minute as she came down from her high. They looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing they could ever experience such wild and crazy sex with each other like they just did. All those years filled with unspoken tension and electrifying eye exchanges built up...to this.

“Oh…my god,” she blurted out with a raspy tone, sitting up on his lap. He grinned at her, gently massaging her thighs as she moved her hair out of her face. She slowly lifted her body as he pulled out, another groan escaping their mouths. He got up to grab towels from the bathroom and helped her wipe their splattered mess from her inner thighs.

“That was hot as fuck…” he expressed, looking up at her. His forehead and chest glistened with sweat and so did her body as she felt a tiny drop fall down her chest. He laid back down on the bed and wrapped an arm around her to pull her close.

“Told you I’m the best roommate you’ll ever have,” he said breaking the silent sound of their breathing. She covered her mouth from laughing, still shocked that they just fucked like wild animals.

“Whatchu’ laughing about now?” he chuckled.

“I can’t believe we just did that…” she turned to him.

“I can’t believe we just now did that,” he replied as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“Only…now?” she playfully asked tracing her finger around his chest tattoos.

“Nah…It’s gonna happen again,” he vocalized grabbing her leg to wrap around his waist. He ran his hand up and down her thigh as they laid cuddled while the movie credits started rolling.

“Damn we fucked throughout this whole movie?” she shockingly asked followed by a giggle.

“Our movie was waaaaay better,” he remarked snaking his hand around her ass to grab it. He cupped her jaw as he planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“So…sequel then?” she mumbled against his mouth.

“Sequel? I’m trying to create a whole franchise with you…”

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mochiroreo · 7 months

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Oh goodie! Pt. 2 [smile, you’re on camera]

18+ MDNI

Pairing: (Dark)Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x (Dark)Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.

Word count: 10.9k (I stopped myself AAAAA)

Trigger warning (for this chapter): a

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. NONCON. Manipulation. Gaslighting. NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE. 100% FILTH. Obssession. MEAN STEDDIE. Non-consensual recording. Fingering. Squirting. Tiddy sucking. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it please) age gap. Hidden relationships. Spanking. Overstimulation. She/her pronouns. Pet names (no use of y/n).

Author’s note: thank you so much for the support on part 1! Never have I ever thought that my first ever smut fic would get this much love! As always, I am still learning on how to write fics and stories in general, you guys don’t have any choice but to learn with me hehe. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or typos! This was also non-beta’d oops. Love lots! 💖

You woke up snug on your blanket and plushies, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

You slowly sat down, looking around to realize that you’re just in your room which made you confused on what happened. Your eyes felt tired from crying as your mind went back to the events last night. You remember how Steve’s thick fingers felt hot on your skin, on your thighs, in between your legs. And how he pumped them in and out of you in an unforgiving pace. How Eddie’s strong,firm, tattooed arms held you while playing with your breasts with his mouth.

Your face immediately went hot with all those vivid details, your legs closing in instinct with the sudden surge of emotion while your heart beats loudly in your chest. It felt so wrong to you that it made your skin crawl. So wrong that you’re afraid it might have already ruined your blossoming neighbourly relationship with them. Your eyes were tearing up as you blame yourself for letting it get out of hand. For letting yourself be held by them. The guilt slowly eating you up. You held your face and tried to breathe in and out as you tremble, trying to get out of your bed.

Slowly walking outside of your room, you peek left and right to make sure that you’re alone. Making your way downstairs, you have noticed how you’re now wearing a pair of pyjamas. With your stomach grumbling, you headed straight to your kitchen for a glass of water while thinking what you can cook, convincing yourself that you cannot be sick while wallowing in guilt. Putting your glass on the countertop, you noticed some take away boxes with a sticky note.

“Hey princess,

We hope you’re feeling fine. We bought you some food, so please eat up once you wake up. We’re working overtime today and this week in general, so we won’t be around much. We wanted to give you space either way.

Here’s our number if it gets too much. Don’t forget to message us when you wake up.

Love,

Steve & Eddie xx”

At the bottom of the note, both their numbers were scribbled with hearts around it. The note would’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the emotions that you’re feeling. You held the containers of food and just decided that you’re not hungry anymore, putting them away inside the fridge. You held the note in your hand, planning to throw it away before deciding against it. Putting it inside your pocket.

The feeling of guilt wasn’t just about you doing the sexual acts. You’re pretty sure that your friends have done so much more, the constant gossip of ‘who slept with who’ and ‘how long did they last, or did you last’ was around you since you were 16, though remaining ignorant on the actual deed. The amount of romance books with detailed scenes about sex made up for your lack of experience, though its “vanilla” like what they’ve said. It doesn’t bother you one bit, though it does make you redder than red with how oblivious you still are when it comes to the real thing. No prior experience till now.

What bothers you is that how out of all people you could have done it with, you did it with the neighbours that was just planning to help you and look out for you. At least, that’s what you think. Your mind is telling you that it's your fault, not theirs even though at the back of your head, someone is telling you that it is indeed their fault... Seeing how your parents even trusted them to look after you while they’re out of town, you never doubt your parents' judgement, so you know that it’s only your fault. Your mistake. You gripped your hair out of frustration, ignoring the gnawing feeling of self-pity laced with confusion if what happened last night was wrong even though it felt right. You took a deep breath, running your hands on your face with a sigh.

Your mind is racing on how they would look at you now. You’re scared that they might tell your parents how you acted towards them when they were just trying to help you out. You can’t help but think that maybe its okay to text them, before deciding not to cause you really don’t know what to say to them.

You took a warm bath, ignoring the shivers while you wash yourself. Memories from last night just won’t leave you the whole day. Biting your bottom lip, you sighed while breathing in the scent of strawberries and honey from your body wash and hair products. The day went by with you feeling down, feeling as if not only did you disappoint your parents, but you have also taken advantage of Steve and Eddie’s kindness. Wearing a pair of comfy pyjamas, you’ve let your mind rest and drifted off to sleep, telling yourself that you’ll be avoiding Steve and Eddie at all costs for now. You do not want them to get an idea of you taking advantage of them or their kindness, of disappointing your parents even further if word comes out. You do not want to feel the confusion of it all again.

Eddie and Steve did not like it at all.

They did not like it one bit. Steve watches Eddie pace back and forth, constantly checking his phone before looking at Steve, working on his laptop, which only made the man sigh. “No message, Eds.” Steve calmly says, showing his phone screen. Eddie groaned in frustration before letting out loud series of swear words. “Fuck! She’s been avoiding us, Steve! It's almost one week!” Eddie’s chest is slowly heaving, his wifebeater barely containing his taut chest with how fitted it is to him. He took several deep breaths, stretching his arms before sighing and taking a sit on his armchair sofa. Inked arms flexing as he took hold of the sides of the chair before ruffling his soft locks in madness.

Steve dropped by to his house when he noticed that all the lights in your house are off except your room. He just finished his jog when he went past your place, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a fitted shirt. He knocked on Eddie’s door to let the other know that you’re trying to avoid both of them based on how you did not reach out. Eddie immediately threw a tantrum, thinking that what happened last week was enough to somehow show you how they wanted you. How much they needed you. Steve pushing the idea that you are made for them.

They sat side by side, Eddie passing Steve a blunt which he gladly accepts. Taking a deep breath, Steve blew the smoke upwards, the weed easing his and Eddie’s nerves. Steve has never been that much vocal compared to when he was younger. Sure, maybe in bed or when he is having fun in genral. But never when he’s mad now, which made him harder to read throughout the years. And in Eddie’s eyes, that’s what made him a tad bit scarier than him. Steve calls it “emotional maturity”, Eddie calls it “manipulative asshole 2.0”, thinking that he’s the 1.0 version.

They know that they’re spiralling down towards this obsession towards you. That magnetic pull when they opened the door and found you, its like what they’ve been unknowingly wishing for all throughout. They’re very much aware that if people knew, they’ll frown and get disgusted with how perverse their actions are, but they’re pretty sure that even their friends, Jonathan and Billy, would get where they’re coming from. You are just so— divine. Perfect in every way in their eyes. Your shyness, the soft timbre of your voice, the way you swoon under your parents’ touch when they praise you for being such a good girl— just the air that you breathe makes them drunk enough to constrict their air flow. You fit flawlessly on the gaps they didn’t know they have.

“I have a feeling she’s confused. Guilty, even. Pretty sure that’s what been running inside that pretty little head of hers.” Eddie spoke, taking a deep breath to feel the high immediately. “I think she needs to smoke some weed.” He joked, eyeing Steve. Steve’s eyes widened a bit before changing position and seating down the couch in a more comfortable manner.

“Do you still have some goods on you, Munson?” Steve asked him with hazy eyes, ashing the blunt. Eddie looked at him with a scoff, pouring the both of them some whiskey in a glass. His ring-clad fingers clacked on the bottle and the glass when he grabbed it to offer one to Steve. “I’m a fucking changed man, Harrington.” He smirked, taking a drink and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat.

“I know, but do you still have some on you?” Steve rolled his eyes, also taking a sip of his alcohol. “What do you need? I can get it from some of my friends at the other side of town, where me and the band used to play.” Steve gave the other a smile, taking another hit. “Can you get some Ketamine? You decide how much.” The long-haired man looked at Steve with confusion before it clicked when Steve just gave him a knowing look. A loud cackle left Eddie’s mouth, the gears in his mind slowly clicking as he connects the dots of Steve’s ideas. They both salivate at the thought of having you, knowing how their actions are crossing the borderline of obsession without the guarantee of going back once they have a proper taste of you.

And it looks like they don’t even have the plan of going back.

Your parents came back briefly from their trip, your face glowing as you watch them tell you about their latest ventures and things that they got you as it reminded them of you. You swallow down the urge of telling them the events, basking in their smiles and comfort when they praised you on how you’re so understanding of them, at the same time apologising for being barely beside you. You shake your head with a smile, before giving them each a peck while saying how much you love them and how happy you are already by seeing them come home.

Running down the stairs when your mom called you, you did not notice that Steve and Eddie were present, talking to your dad while having some beer at the dining table. Your smile slowly faltered, replaced with with wide eyes laced with embarrassment. Steve heard your steps, looking at your direction before Eddie followed. They both gave you a warm smile, your dad doing the same. “Peach! They were just telling me how you are such a good girl for not giving them a headache when they were looking after you. Cannot thank these men enough, makes me feel at ease knowing that there’s an adult figure around you while me and your mom’s out and about with work.” You dad exclaimed with a smile, giving both men with a pat on the back. “Just tell me when one of you gentleman feels like going on a date, I can hook you up with one of my single friends or colleagues.” Your mom teased, giggling at her statement.

You faked a smile, nervously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. You don’t get why they would lie about them looking after you when you are sure that they know you did not step outside your house the whole time your parents are gone. But you are also thankful that they haven’t mentioned anything to your parents. You focused your gaze on your house slippers, before trying to block out their conversation. You feel Eddie’s eyes follow you as you go through your fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon before sitting down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “Mom, what did you call me for?” Asking her with your mouth full of ice cream, she only laughed at you before grabbing a napkin and wiping the sides of your mouth. The action made you smile, scrunching your nose to which both men ound adorable, hoping they would be the ones to do it soon.

“Me and your dad might need to go back at our old house to sort the deed and for smoother transitions of our jobs. Apparently, something wasn’t filed properly in regard to our old property. While some files are missing from our old office, so me and you dad is thinking that maybe we can sort it out the sooner the better.” She explained, a melancholic expression writte on her face as she watches your expression change. “Oh...” you muttered “but there’s going to be a storm, they say.” You tried to reason out.

“I know honey, which might make this trip longer. Like our previous trip overseas.” your chest felt heavy, resisting the urge to cry and telling her your mistakes, you just gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mom smiled back, before whispering a series of apologies.

Steve watched the whole interaction, eavesdropping. As a latch key child himself, he’s happy that despite being your parents being barely there, they never shied away from showing you affection and assurance even though it's not always enough. He keeps his emotions at bay, because even though he is at awe, he is also annoyed at you. Annoyed at how you’re acting that nothing happened that night. At how you refused to leave your house, not even texting them when they gave you their number. Since that night, all Steve thought about was how you tasted. How it engulfed all his senses. He kept on telling Eddie how sinful you tasted even though the other guy had his share as well.

You felt Steve’s burning stare, meeting his eyes when you looked up. You felt your cheeks heat up, before putting your head down. Eddie’s laughter is ringing throughout the kitchen, telling your parents some wild stories about his youth. You excused yourself after knowing when your parents will leave once again, eyes planted onto the floor the whole time you’re walking towards your room.

For you, the nights are getting colder and lonelier. Trying to stop the wobbling of your lip as you’re close to crying, you bit you bottom lip before wiping your eyes.

There was a faint knock on your door while you were reading a book inside your room. Fixing your glasses, you looked up before answering “come in”. Your door slowly opened, revealing Steve and Eddie. Steve looks dashing, wearing his usual black office slacks, a grey button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Eddie wearing his black leather jacket, fitted top underneath with his black ripped jeans.

Your eyes widened a little, taking them in and how they look so good every time you see them before distracting yourself with the book in front of you. “H-hi?” They barely heard your greeting as you put your book down, fixing your glasses while avoiding their stares. Their stares felt heavy, making your palms clammy and sweaty with the sudden nervousness you’re feeling as memories from weeks before came back. Both of them looked around your room, both thinking how adorable you decorated it. Pink walls decorated with pastel blue trinkets, fairy lights, tons of plushies with some books littered all over the carpeted floor.

“Can we talk, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his brown doe-eyes focused on you, face laced with concern. Steve just gave you a small smile, looking around your room more before his eyes landed on the unfinished shelves. He took a mental note on how he can help you with your room soon.

You nodded your head obediently, motioning for them to come in as you push 2 stools towards them. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guests inside my room. Do you want to seat on my bed instead?” You asked them in a hushed tone, intimidated with how big of a contrast they are to your room. Eddie softly chuckled, moving both stools so they can sit directly in front of you. Both of them sat down, their huge frames struggling to even sit comfortably. “No no, this is alright. Quite comfy.” Eddie joked, making you giggle before taking a seat.

“I—“ you started, grabbing a plushie beside you while you try to ease your nerves. “I uhm— i’m sorry.” You softly whispered, looking up to Eddie and Steve with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, looking fill of remorse. This took both of them off-guard, expecting you to tell them to fuck off or how you’ll tell your parents about what they did. Taking a shaky breath, you continued “I-I really did not want to— I swear I did not mean it to h-happen. Y-you’re just trying to help cause my mom and-and daddy— they know you’re both kind and I did that but— but it felt so good, and I don’t know why” you try to explain while your eyesight gets blurry, lips forming into a pout while your brows furrowed in frustration while you pour your heart out.

Eddie’s breath hitched, while Steve took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.” Leaning in, Steve answered in a hushed voice, not wanting your parents to come in after telling them that him and Eddie will just have a quick chat with you to see if you’re fine with them looking after you. “It felt good, right?” The older man asked to which you nod your head before whispering “yes.” “It’s not wrong, baby.” Eddie looked at your face, your eyes red while you sniff. “Baby, look at me” his voice dipped lower, giving Steve a quick side eye. “It wasn’t wrong, okay? It felt good, it felt so good. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

You tried to hold your stare while feeling so embarrassed, you only nodded. Steve tsk-ed, shaking his head “words, baby. Come on.” God, the room was suffocating. With such heavy stares, the air felt thick and as if trying to close in on you. Your mind is reeling on all the emotions that are so new to you that you don’t even know what is happening, and what words are coming out of your mouth. Every breath they both take; you feel on your skin. Their close proximity is leaving you no room to have clear thoughts on what they’re even saying to you.

“Yes. F-felt good. But— but I don’t know. Its still wrong..” Closing your eyes in frustration, you try to clear your thoughts even though its invaded by Steve and Eddie’s silhouettes. Steve looked at you in awe, mischievousness glinting in his eyes while he takes you in. He knows you’re fighting yourself. He knows you are having an inner turmoil on what the heck is happening and how things are progressing. He knows that even though the guilt is slowly consuming you, you wanted it to happen again.

Eddie watched you take deep breathes, his mind reeling on how you look so delectable while you consider what is even happening with you and how they’re playing with you. Like Steve, its evident to him that you were trying to stop the unseeable force that pushes you towards them. He wanted to run his fingers over your whole body. His eyes started travelling lower before he stopped himself and spoke again.

“What about this, we will give you some time to think about what happened. It’s a lot, we know it sweetheart. So, just put it aside for now, okay? As long as we know now about what you thought about it. As long as you don’t push us away.” The statement made you gasp slightly, shaking your head “oh no-! I-I would never!” You looked at them with wide eyes, slightly panicking that you just gave them the idea that you will be ignoring them even. Steve just chuckled at how cute you are, his hand now finding your arm while he rubs it up and down gently. The touch made your insides gooey, oddly liking the warmth of his palm.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted. How about you come to our place for dinner, when your parents leave?” Steve continued his actions, watching how your face slowly shows doubt. Before you can even answer, he continued while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear “you know, we thought it would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. Some nice dinner meal to ease your shyness around us. Kind of like a sleepover, somehow.” He looked straight to your eyes, smiling.

And when Steve gave you a tender smile, your indecisiveness disappeared, finding yourself nodding before answering and accepting their offer. Eddie and Steve gave you a quick hug, before leaving your room. You stood in the middle of your room awkwardly, holding both of your cheeks on your hands.

“Wednesday.” You whispered to yourself, looking at your calendar “2 days after mom and dad leaves.”

20 minutes early.

You are 20 minutes early, standing awkwardly in front of the massive black oak door that you feel like will eat you one of these days. This is the first time you’ve visited Eddie’s house. Looking at his house with amazement on how gothic and mysterious his house looks like overall, the complete opposite to Steve. You love how the blacks and reds are evident on every exterior part of the house, even his garden, that you’re pretty sure the inside of his house would be the same. The metal dragon decorations kind of intimidating you.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your glasses and your knee-high socks. You went over your outfit in your mind once again, figuring that if you don’t like it anymore, you can always run back home, and change given that you’re early either way. You’re wearing a pink checkered skirt, paired with knee high socks that has some lace at the end while wearing a thick platform loafer shoes. You chose a cream cardigan, leaving the top and bottom buttons unbuttoned that fits your simple make-up and your low pig tails.

Shaking off your anxiety, you scold yourself on how you’re overreacting as if you’re going on a date with them when in fact its just going to be a friendly dinner. You ignore the dreadful gut feeling that you kept on getting throught the days leading up to the said dinner, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine and you’re with the adults that your parents trust either way.

Easing the nervousness out of you after a 5-minute pep talk, you gain the courage to finally press Eddie’s doorbell which made your insides queasy. The seconds dragged by as if they’re hours, thinking that maybe you should run back home now and text them that you have a stomach-ache or the flu. You were seriously considering it before the door opened, revealing Eddie in a loose metallica shirt and a black denim short that shows off more of his pale,tattoed skin. His pretty brown eyes widened as he open his arms for a quick hug to which you shyly gave him. “Oh sweetheart, look at you. So pretty.” His eyes scanned your whole body, loving how his flattery dusted your cheeks pink. “Mr. Munson, please.” “What did I say? Call me Eddie.” You giggled shyly, playfully giving his shoulder a shove.

You look fucking delicious in his eyes, how your whole existence is begging him to ruin you on the spot. The pigtails, the fucking skirt that he is pretty sure will show your ass to them if you lean over, and oh how your knee-high socks emphasise your thighs. You are perfect. Deliciously perfect for them to eat your innocence whole and not share it with the world.

Eddie’s smile widened, his name giving him goosebumps when you whispered it. “Just saying the truth,” he continued, guiding you inside his house. “Welcome to my humble abode” he gave you a quick tour on his living room, before finding your way towards the kitchen where you can hear someone moving around. “Is that our princess, Eds?” The nickname made you chuckle, scratching your nape embarrassingly while you walk towards Steve. “The one and only” the longer haired guy answered with a grin, pushing you softly towards Steve. Steve immediately swoons on how you’re dressed up, eyes wrinkling as he gives you the biggest smile. “Oh darling look at you! Is this all for us?” He cooed, giving him a playful shove like what you did to Eddie. Steve only chuckled, grabbing some plates to plate up the dinner he made. “I hope you’re a big fan of roast?” He asked to which you only nod.

Eddie grabbed some cutleries, motioning for you to follow him towards the dinner table. The table was decorated so beatifully, some red candles with gothic candle holders adorn the table making you gasp in awe. “These are like the ones from the book that I’ve read!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together while Eddie laughs loudly at your reaction. “What type of books have you been reading, doll?” He playfully asks, pulling your chair out while Steve arranges your plate for you.

Their actions felt so domestic that you needed to pull your head out from the clouds and tell yourself that its just dinner between good friends and that they’re adults, they probably like women their age anyways. Women cooler than you. You were deep in thought before Steve served you a glass of juice and a glass of wine for him and Eddie. “Thank you for this” you tell them with a smile, sitting comfortably on your chair. Eddie just grinned while Steve waved his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

The dinner went too well that for the first time this evening, you weren’t feeling nervous or shy around them. You joked around while you tell them your hobbies, from baking to reading. Steve telling you how he wants to learn how to bake too, urging Eddie to tease him about his sudden decision about learning how to bake. Eddie told you briefly about his background, how he was in a band before earning a lot by being a producer and owning his own record store. Steve,meanwhile, told you about his job at his father’s company before making his own that handles sports and golf clubs. Your mouth was open the whole time, gasping and in awe on how they managed to accomplish so many things on their age to which they only shrugged before saying thank you with a humble smile.

You all moved to Eddie’s lounge room, after getting kicked out by the said man for trying to help with cleaning and washing the dishes. Steve told you about how him and Eddie met after they graduated highschool through common friends, even though they went to the same school. You asked him why, saying that he’ll tell you more about their highschool life once you warm up to them completely to which you just smile in an understanding way.

Eddie came to the lounge room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other holds two glasses. He gently puts them on the table, looking at you. “So, we’ve figured out that since the night is still young, might as well drink a little. Do you want me to make you a cocktail, peach? I make some mean cocktails” Eddie gave you a smile, pouring some whiskey on his glass.

“Uhm I don’t know..” you answered, unconsciously fiddling with your fingers while you shift on your seat. “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun! Just to loosen up, nothing too hard.” Steve leaned in a bit, his smile tugging on your chest to say yes. You looked at Eddie that gave you just a smirk, tilting his head “anddd, your parents are not here. They won’t know, we won’t tell them. We promise. Scouts honour.” He held his left hand up, making you laugh “you’re not even a boy scout Mr. Munson— I mean, Eddie. But okay, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, giving both of them a roll of your eyes, making Steve scoff while poking your sides saying how sassy you are; Eddie already gone to make you your sweet cocktail.

Eddie grabbed a margarita glass, quickly making work of a strawberry margarita while adding more strawberry puree on the mix to make it sweeter. He took a glance on where you and Steve are, making sure Steve is distracting you before sliding his hand on his back pocket to get a small baggie with a white powder. Putting in half of the bag on your drink before shaking it, he quickly puts it back on his back pocket before decorating your drink with fresh strawberries.

He went back to the lounge room, watching Steve laugh at your reaction when you took a big gulp on the whiskey. “Steve!” You cried before coughing, “you told me it will taste nice!” You pouted, huffing and crossing your arms while the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol lingered on your tongue. Steve only laughed harder, clutching his stomach “I did not tell you to drink almost half of it! Geez!” He wiped his teary eyes from laughing too hard, before calming down. Eddie sat beside you, handling you the pink concoction “Here you go mi lady, one strawberry margarita for you made by the best.” He boasted, giving Steve a side eye while the latter just returned it with a smirk, taking a sip of his almost empty whiskey.

“Are you sure this is sweet, Eddie? My first-time drinking alcohol and Steve made me drink a yucky one” you scrunched your nose in disgust, pouting to which Eddie cooed “trust me, I told you I will make you a mean cocktail. Drink slowly though, it might hit you too hard given that its your first-time drinking.” You eyed the margarita, before slowly taking a sip. Your eyes widened, a smile slowly creeping up your face “this tastes so so good!” You took more sips before giving Eddie a pat on the back “sorry for doubting you!” You giggled, loving the taste of the drink.

You hummed while drinking it, unaware of how both men are watching you while continuing your conversations with them. Unconsciously, you started talking animatedly about random topics about you, sipping you drink constantly as Eddie pours more to your glass. You just watched him while giggling, taking another sip. Time went by as all of you talked from one topic to the other then all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. Too dizzy for a 2 and a half glass of margarita.

You started fanning yourself, fiddling with your top as you try to remain seated and act that nothing is wrong. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes for a bit as another wave of dizziness washed over you, your heart racing while your body kept on getting hotter. You opened your eyes and held on to the couch, clutching it before letting out a soft gasp. “I-I don’t f-feel so good..” you whispered in a breathy way while looking at Steve. His face is holding an amused smirk as he watches you wriggle on your spot. “M-might’ve been... too— too m-much..” you slurred, slumping back to the couch as your fingers nimbly moved by itself, unbuttoning your cardigan to let your body cool. Eddie watched your movement, tongue licking his bottom lip at how you’re unravelling in front of them.

You started taking deep breaths, mind slowly leaving your body, feeling as if you’re melting onto the couch. Both men moved closer. Steve wiped your forehead, placing a tender kiss while your body is now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Eddie moved closer to your neck, leaving trail of soft, wet kisses. “Let go, baby. It’s alright, we got you. Want to see you crumble. Wanna see you break.” He whispered on your skin, making you whimper.

The whimper made Steve’s jaw slack, a deep growl erupting from his chest. “Let’s move her to the room,you got it all set up?” He asked Eddie, watching him carefully lift your body. “Of course.” Eddie smirked, his ring-clad fingers felt nice on your searing skin that you cannot help but mewl and chase the coolness,leaning more in his touch.

They placed you gently in the middle of the bed, Steve looking around to see if all cameras are working. They bought more just for this, thinking that one copy is not enough for them, they even bought an extra one that they can pass around so they can video you up-close. “U-ugh..” you kept on wriggling on the bed, your body trying to at least regain some control. You feel your body getting numb, though you kept on babbling while you cross your legs. There was a sudden urge that made your stomach tingle, wetness slowly dampening your cotton underwear.

The bed dipped, Steve and Eddie slowly removing articles of your clothing one by one which made you sigh in relief, the air and their fingers cooling your skin lightly. “Now baby, want us to help you? Its too much, isn’t it?” Eddie cooed, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip as you let out some soft gasps. He watches you try to answer, your pupils blown wide as you nod your head “y-yes.. yes.. too much f’me..” you whined, your eyes tearing up a bit. Steve grunted when you were left in your underwear, licking his lips nervously as his eyes darted from your bra to your wet cotton panties. “Fuck.” He murmurs, making Eddie look at you as well. “Its like she fucking knows” he laughed, his husky voice ringing in your ears.

Both men looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation. They know that once they do this, there’s no going back. The possible consequences if your parents find out, the judgement of other people, the guilt. Yet their desire and want for you overpowered all those thoughts, giving each other a firm nod.

Eddie unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free making him moan at the sight while Steve slid off your panties. His mouth salivated at the wetness, his long and thick fingers dipping slightly making you squirm while breathing heavily. Strings of your cum connected to his fingers before lifting it towards his mouth to suck it off. The action made Eddie’s cock harden, stripping himself off of his shirt and his jeans as Steve does the same, both men now kneeling on the bed only with their boxers.

“You want this, honey?” Steve asked, his hand holding your face as he grips it harshly making your eyes water. “Y-yes.. yes..” you mewled. Steve’s grip tightened slightly as his voice dipped “louder, honey. Need to hear it loud and clear.” His dominance made you shiver despite feeling like your soul left your body already. “Y-yes! Yes please—want it, want it.” You babbled, not even sure what you’re pleading about nor that you’re naked and at mercy of the two men you least thought would do this to you.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised you, following Steve on discarding his boxers. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, spreading it to expose your cunt. “Fuck, look at how wet you are sweet girl... this is all for us yeah?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as Steve moved away slightly to grab a video cam, recording your dripping pussy. “Come on, Munson. Time to show our sweetheart how good we can make her feel.” Steve urged, sitting behind you as he lifts you up a little, your back resting against his broad,hairy chest. You were boneless, easily maneuvered by them two. Your mind is foggy, watching Eddie’s head disappear between your thighs.

Eddie’s tongue gave your pussy tentative licks first, groaning at your sweetness. The vibrations went straight to your clit, making you moan. Steve held the camera directly pointing it at Eddie while he whispered to your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for us, let us hear you.” His words made your pussy clench on nothing while Eddie eats you out. Heavy breaths from all 3 of you can be heard in the room besides the wet slick from how Eddie devours your pussy. His tongue going in and out as his thumb finds your clit to rub it in soft yet fast circles.

“Does it feel good, baby? Want us to do this to you since you met us, huh?” Steve nudged your head, waiting you to answer him. “Answer me, whore.” He commanded, making you cry out. “F-feel so.. feel so g-good I-I wan’ it s’bad feels nice s-so nice—“ your babbling got cut off when Eddie pushed one of his fingers in, not giving you enough time to savour it before he pulls it out, only to push it back in. It made you gasp softly as he adds another one, the feeling of his fingers and his tongue overwhelmed you.

You tried to close your legs, your eyes rolling back as you let moan after moan fall off your lips. “Fuck, you’re already losing your mind. Its not even our dicks yet!” Steve laughed, amused at how you’re wriggling under his hold while he flicks your nipple to make it hard under his touch. Eddie chuckled, continuing his ministrations. He is sucking harshly on your clit, flicking it occasionally while his fingers pump in and out of you. He felt you clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking while you cry out, feeling your cum coat his fingers.

Eddie groaned at the taste, lapping every drop before he moved his face away, fingers still inside you. “Such a naughty girl, did not even bothered to ask for permission before cumming.” He snorted, smacking your cunt with his other hand. Steve tsked in disapproval, pulling your head back by your hair, pigtails now ruined.

The harsh grip made you choke a sob, your scalp stinging at the action. Tears overflowed from your eyes, your eyesight blurry and out of focus. “We’ll let it slide for now, yeah? I forgot that sluts like you need to be taught first.” Steve saw your blown-out pupils, loving the control he had over you. He is vibrating with how much dominance he can exert over you, his blood pumping adrenaline all over his body knowing that they are the first ones that saw you like this. Held you like this. Breaking you like this. His cock is hard under you, slightly grinding it on your lower back for friction.

Eddie inserted his fingers into you once again, pumping it in a vigorous pace. You are now sobbing, trying to close your legs once again even though Steve is gripping both of your thighs wide open now. With your face scrunched in pleasure, you try to warn them that its too much even though you can’t form a coherent sentence. You felt a band snap inside you, before feeling something gush out of you. Eddie’s eyes widened, before continuing his actions. He started laughing darkly, continuing despite your slurred protest. “Shit! Did you see that, Harrington? We fucking got a squirter here!” He exclaimed, making Steve’s cock twitch. Eddie grabbed the camera with his other hand, zooming it in on your pussy as it squirts. He held his wet hand over your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing it inside your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered, watching you suck and clean his fingers messily.

You are far gone, your eyes glassy and blown while drool slowly build up on the sides of your mouth. Steve noticed how you don’t answer anymore, only mewls and moans kept leaving your mouth now. He gently dropped your torso on the bed, before positioning himself. “Eds— fuck— you gotta let me have her first man. I’m going to fucking explode.” A deep groan left his mouth, tugging on his cock to ease the dull pain of holding back. Eddie just sighed, tying his hair into a messy bun as he watches Steve collect some of your slick using his cock to lube himself. “Fine,” the elder mumbled, letting Steve grab your thighs to push it high once more, positioning it on a mating press.

Steve lined his cock on your entrance, watching your pussy clench in anticipation. Brushing his hair up with his shaky hand, not that his nervous. But the thought of corrupting you, fucking you first almost made him cum on the spot without being inside of you. He took a deep breath, eyeing your face as you look at him with unfocused eyes, propped up slightly with the pillows. He slowly pushed his huge cock in, watching your face contort in pain. Your hands moved a little, trying to grab his arms while you cry. Eddie held you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Shh, it’ll be fine sweetheart. You’re taking Stevie so well.” Eddie whispered on your skin, hands playing and pinching your nipples to distract you from the discomfort. Steve kept pushing, inch by inch as he grinds his teeth.

You’re tight, too tight that Steve feels every part of your insides hugging his length. When he bottomed out, he released a breath, his forehead now graced with sweat as he waits for you to feel comfortable. Eddie, now sucking your breasts, playfully bit your nipple making you squeak and move your hips. Steve took this as a sign, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in, making you choke a sob. Steve moaned loudly, breathing ragged as he slowly find his pace. “Fuck,oh fuck— honey—“ he mumbled, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depends on it, dipping a little to fuck you in a deep angle.

His cock was hitting your cervix, his hips now snapping in an animalistic way that every thrust of his comes with a moan and strings of praises from him.

“Taking my length like a good girl”

“Yeah? Am I filling you up real good, princess?”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucked out. Your cunt is taking me so well like your fucking made for us.”

You only answered him with whines and moans, drooling from the pleasure that both men are making you feel. You answered every praise with a series of “ah ah ah” in rhythm with his every thrust, though a particular thrust made you cry out, nails raking over his arms as you try to hold him close. Steve chuckled, hitting the spot again. “Right there? God— you’re so beautiful.” He leaned in when Eddie backed away, his lips finding yours. Steve licked the sides of your lips to clean your mess slightly before slotting his on yours. He licked your bottom lip, making you open your mouth. Teeths clashing and tongues colliding, he savoured the feeling of your softness on his taste buds. Never have he felt on high like this for someone, the amount of pleasure doubled inside him. Your nails raked on his broad back as you try to hug him close, Steve’s head now burried on the side of your neck, leaving marks on your neck. You cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, face scrunched while feel your body chasing its high. Your climax hit you like a truck, sobbing as you feel your release while Steve continues to pound on you like a wolf in rut.

Eddie watched with envy and lust, tugging on his own cock to relieve some pressure while his other hand holds the camera to film you and Steve. His own patience wearing thin when he noticed the cream at the base of Steve’s cock while your thighs shake. Eddie wanted to shove his cock down your throat at the same time but held himself back knowing how oversensitive you might be to take them on both.

Steve groaned when he felt the stickiness of your release with every thrust, his hips slowly faltering, feeling himself close. “I’m so close honey— g-god you’re sucking me in so well. Want me to fuck you full, sweet girl?” Your hands gripped his arms again, trying to shake your head with how overstimulated you are. Steve only hissed, before pulling out of you to tug on his cock and spill his release on your stomach. He threw his head back, combing his hair while he spill every bit on you, watching it paint your stomach and chest. Your quivering thighs rests on the mattress, twitching slightly. Steve’s ragged breaths can be heard, smiling to himself. If this is how it feels every time he gets to taste you, then he will make sure that he gets to taste you every chance he gets.

With a sigh, Eddie pointed the camera on your wasted appearance. Eyes closed as your hair sticks to your forehead and skin wildly, lips red and slick with the amount of times you’ve bitten it out of pleasure, tears staining your cheeks in euphoria. Eddie held your face affectionately; his heart being squeezed in delight and softness as you open your eyes to look at him beneath your lashes. You leaned into his touch and sighed. The action made his skin heat up with want and need, letting go of the camera before holding your face between his hands to kiss you deeply. You softly hummed in the kiss, mouth quickly opening and letting Eddie explore every crevice of your mouth, his tongue toying yours as he slots himself in between you.

Eddie pulled away slowly, string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands explore every inch of you. His rough, calloused hands took its time with every curve as if savouring and burning it in his mind. Fuck his conscience, he wants you like this for him every time. When he felt your body relaxed under his touch, his lips found your sternum down to the vallety of your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses and hickeys. Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers as Eddie continues his actions. The slight tug of his hair when he sucked hard on your skin made his cock twitch, making him move away to flip you on your stomach.

He watched you relax on your forearms, eyes finding Steve as he sat down near the edge of the bed to watch you two. Body now relaxed as he took a quick smoke, eyes wrinkling as he smiles to the both of you. You just looked at him with hooded eyes, before you looked back at Eddie when you felt him slide his tip in your folds. “I’ll never get tired of this if this is what you look like every time you come undone.” He murmured, licking his bottom lip as he slowly inch his way in to you. Eddie’s eyes drinking how you back is arched deliciously, hands finding the curves of your waist to knead and grope.

The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes closing with the seansation once again. Eddie tried to pace himself knowing how rough Steve has gotten you, but the mixture of your cum and squirt, the tightness of your pussy and how it feels around him made it impossible. Once balls deep, he quickly found himself pulling back to his tip before slamming his hips onto you once again. The rough trust made you wantonly moan, gripping the sheets with your mouth agape.

It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure for you. Eddie’s hands now gripping your hips that he is sure will leave bruises on your skin, his balls slapping your clit as he gives you deep-fast thrusts to hit that one thing that makes you scream in need. You turned your head to the side, fresh tears now streaming down your cheeks, making Steve crawl towards you to wipe them away.

“Oh baby, such a perfect girl for us. Cannot ask for more.” He whispers in awe, soft lips kissing your heavy eyelids as you take every inch of Eddie’s cock, your nose scrunching in pleasure as Eddie finds your clit once again, this time rubbing it fast. He felt you clench on him, making his hips falter for a bit and a his felt out of his lips before continuing his punishing pace. You cry out as you feel him pull your hair, your puffy cunt gushing out slick because of the sting of his action, your walls crumbling down as your release shock you.

Eddie huskily moaned, cream forming at the base of his cock once more while you try to crawl away from him, feeling so spent and overstimulated, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point that you feel his rings kiss your skin. He continued abusing your g-spot with every thrust, his breathing heavier that earlier, chasing his own high that is so close he can feel it all over his body. “F-fuck— peaches I-I’m— I’m gonna cum on this fucking pussy— s-so fucking good—“

He spanked your ass, groping the flesh when it became red. He spanked it again and again, feeling you clench every time. His thumb ghosted slightly on your puckered hole, mumblig to himself how him and Steve will use it one of these days. The sensation made his breath hitch, hips coming to a still before he pulls out to tug on his cock and spill his every bit of his cum on your back, “fuck!” He loudly exclaimed. Eddie threw his head back, strings of curses falling out of his mouth. He slumped down on the bed, chest heaving to chase his breath, staring directly at your abused cunt that is dripping your juices. Your body gave up, laying down flat on the bed with your thighs slightly shaking.

Eddie and Steve looked at your tired form, chest swelling with a mixture of emotions. Guilt, pride, a certain affection and softness towards you. Now that they have you on their palms, yor taste on their tongue, they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

Both Steve and Eddie stood up. Eddie turning the cameras off and grabbing some boxers for him and his best friend. While Steve directly went straight to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and ran it under lukewarm water to clean up the mess they made on your body. The men gently laid you on your back, your quiet snores can be heard as they clean you up and make you comfortable the best that they could, placing you in between them.

Steve slid his arm under your head while Eddie’s arm draped over your chest to give you a hug and cuddle you, “I know we planned this out but— I don’t think we can really let her go after this.” Eddie mumbled, sleep slowly crawling on his system while looking at you. Steve only chuckled, careful not to wake you up, combing his hair. “Me too. That was just— fucking phenomenal.” Both men knew that at that moment, they’ll have you any way possible and have every inch of you.

As the night settles, the cool air of Hawkins made its way to the room you all shared, where soft and steady breaths can only be heard while both men cuddled you. Steve’s thoughts ran at all the things that might happen when you wake up, while Eddie’s full of thoughts about how quickly their obsession with you is pulling them in deeper and deeper, yet both held no remorse for what they have done.

The sun rays were peeking through the room’s heavy maroon curtains, one particular ray shining across your face. You grunt, body slowly trying to twist into a more comfortable position while your head throbs. Trying to turn, you felt restricted with two set of arms holding you, making your body jolt to sit up. Your eyes immediately opened, ignoring the harsh sunlight and the throbbing pain of your head as you look around the room.

This isn’t your room. Too far from your usual décor. Your face slowly pales at the realisation, before you feel someone shift beside you. You looked down and saw a pair of familiar tattoed arms laid across your stomach, and a mop of chestnut hair resting on the other side. You felt both of their touches on your skin, making you look down and realising that you are naked. Its like a bucket of ice water was splashed against you, a gasp escaping your dried throat that almost choked you when your hands found its way to your mouth to cover the shock. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, the situation slowly sinking on you as you try to remember what brought you on the bed with them. You ignored Eddie’s soft grunts when you tried to move his arms away, trying to crawl out of bed as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Peach?” Eddie grunted, his voice low and deep, brown eyes slowly opening to look at you. Eddie’s voice made Steve shuffle close to your naked body, his voice laced with sleep when he noticed you sitting up “Sweetheart, come back to bed please.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes when the sunlight hits him. You shook your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you successfully crawled out of the bed.

Your feet found the cold floor, your legs slightly trembling, taking notice of the slight stickiness between your legs which made you hold yourself. Quickly making your way towards the open door of the bathroom, you saw your reflection which made tears cascade on your cheeks and bile slowly rising up your throat.

Steve and Eddie quickly followed your form, clad in only their boxers. They stayed outside near the open door, watching you take yourself in the mirror. Your hair is dishevelled, hickeys littered across your skin. You looked down and saw some bruises near your hips and thighs along with some more marks that both men did. It made the bile rise up your throat quickly, flinging yourself towards the toilet bowl as you retched and vommited everything inside your stomach. Both men quickly went inside, Eddie holding your hair up while Steve rubs your back soothingly, not one of them saying a word.

Emptying more than what your stomach had, you sobbed loudly on their touch when Steve wiped your mouth gently with a cloth. Your mind is not comprehending what is happening, nor remembering how it became like this. You cried out in frustration as you think of the night before, always getting stuck on the part where you had drinks, making you cover your face in shame and guilt. “Shh, shh, come on honey. Let’s get you back on the room.” Steve softly whispered, helping Eddie guide your boneless form while you continue to cry.

You sobbed even when they were putting one of Eddie’s shirt on you and making you take some sips of water, your body feeling uncomfortably sticky. You have never imagined your first time like this. Losing your virginity like this. For you, you always thought that your first time would be with someone you dated for a long time that you cannot help but love them. Soft dances, gentle caresses and touches that won’t leave marks. All those romance books made you think that your first time should be a gift to the guy you’ll love for the first time as well. The shame of losing it this way made you sobbed harder, your heartbeat quickening as you get overwhelmed with all the emotions hitting you all at once.

Your train of thought was shattered when both of them kneeled in front of you, Steve rubbing soft circles on your thighs while Eddie holds your hand. “Breathe,baby. Breathe.” The older of the three of you whispered, brown eyes holding pity when you wipe your tears, looking through blurry eyes at the both of them. “Why..?” You manage to croak out, voice raspy and rough making you cough a bit.

Steve gave Eddie a quick look before he speaks “You wanted it, sweetheart. You told us last night.” He spoke gently, a pang of guilt hitting him when he said those words, but he knows that he needs to do this in order to have you fully. “W-what?” You mumbled in disbelief, “b-but I-I can’t remember last night—! I-I’m trying to but I c-can’t!” You cried out, hands gripping your hair in annoyance as you keep on trying to remember. “I-I lost my virginity this way when I— I told myself I won’t— this is wrong..” you told them, wiping your tears. The word made Eddie’s jaw tick in annoyance, Steve’s stare turning dark. “I-I’m sorry Mr. Harrington, Mr. Munson I-I— this is wrong— I m-must’ve been— this was a mistake I-I’m sorry.” You try to get out of their hold, planning to scramble your way out with your clothes on your arms but was cut off when Eddie stood up, his neck red as he try to control his emotions when you kept on saying that it was a mistake.

“Mistake?” He scoffed, crossing his inked arms over his chest as he looks down on you, the warmth pooling his brown eyes now gone. “Mistake? Sweetheart—“ he leaned down a little, watching you look up at him beneath your lashes. “You asked for it.” The deep timbreof his voice made your skin crawl, shaking your head in disbelief, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes that are now stern cold. “You did ask for it. In a sweet way too.” Steve answered with a smile not reaching his eyes, fingers fiddling with the frayed end of the shirt you’re wearing before he continues “Do you think we’ll do this if you did not ask?” Your mouth hanged open, stuttering with what they both said “I-I that’s— T-that’s not how I—“ you try to reason out, feeling your throat constrict in anxiety.

“Not how you what?” Eddie asked out of annoyance “not how you act when drunk? How would you know when its your first time drinking?” His harsh tone made you feel small, blinking your tears away. Steve only hummed, still kneeling in front of you. “Y-Yes! But- but I would not react that way— I-I know myself! I—“ you argued, looking frantically at both of them. Your stubborness made both of them sigh, Steve standing up suddenly to walk away and grab something.

Your eyes followed him, wearing only nothing but sweatpants. You noticed him holding a video camera, face now void of emotion before putting it on your lap. “Here ya’ go. Maybe this will refresh your memory?” You stared at him in confusion before looking back up at Eddie that only motioned for you to go on. “Open it.” He mumbled while your trembling hands try to figure out how to turn the video camera on. “Now press this one, the gallery.” Steve asked you to, hitting play after you follow his instructions. Your stomach churns in anxiety when the video immediately started.

Your eyes widened when you watched Eddie’s face disappeared between your thighs, your ears not believing that all the needy whimpers heard from the video came out of your mouth. “Yeah? You like that sweet girl? Told you, all you just need to do is ask.” Steve’s voice can be heard despite all your whimpers, Eddie chuckling when he moved away slightly to slide in his finger inside you, making you moan really loudly. The obscene noises you all made pricked your skin with goosebumps. The video continued, closing your eyes when you heard Eddie say “Shit! Did you see that Harrington?! We fucking got a squirter here!” And as you cry out on the video saying “more, please. P-please..”

Eddie noticed you closing your eyes, huffing before he took hold of your face. “Open your eyes and watch. See if you didn’t asked for it.” You felt helpless, only nodding while your lower lip tremble, trying to hold your tears in. Steve played the next video, the camera pointing towards your face and torso, tears evident as Steve pounded your pussy roughly. His harsh breaths and moans can be heard mix with yours. The camera focused on his cock going in and out of you, making Steve’s cock harden while he watch the video with you.

“God— you love being fucked like this don’t you?’ You only hummed as an answer in the video, making Steve thrusting into you deep. “What? I can’t hear you honey.” He teasingly asked, making you answer loudly “uh-huh! Wan’it!” You looked so fucked out in the video, arms holding him close when he leaned in for a kiss. Steve pressed next which played Eddie’s video, fucking you from behind. His rough hands spanking your meaty ass, watching it jiggle before groping it. You heard Eddie mumble when his thumb touched your ass hole “me and Steve will be using this soon, right doll?” You watched in disbelief till his cum painted your back, making you turn off the camera.

You did not notice that tears were streaming down your face again, looking at both men in disbelief while your mind screams at how disappointing you are. With a trembling hand, you handed them the camera while shaking your head. “N-no. No—“ you covered your mouth in shock before breaking down. Your whole body trembled, making Eddie sit down beside you like Steve. Both of them holding you close.

You don’t have the energy to push them away or deny their touches despite it bringing you an odd sense of comfort. Steve and Eddie held you for a few minutes which felt like house, waiting for your breathing to calm down. “Now that you’ve watched it, do you believe us now..? I told you, it wasn’t just us that wanted it. You wanted it first..” Steve whispered, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear that sticked to your skin because of your tears. “You kept on begging us! I knew we should’ve took evidence of it from the very start, right Eds?” Steve asked the elder that is now resting his face on your shoulder. “Yep, should have recorded how clingy you were, how polite even. You mommy and daddy raised you right,huh?” The mere mention of your parents sent your mind into a frenzy, body shaking when you begin to sob uncontrollably again “Please! P-please don’t tell— don’t tell t-them please! M-mommy and daddy—!” You were slowly panicking, mind drifting that Steve held your face between his hands. “Oh honey, no. No, we won’t tell them. Cause now, you are also our good girl. Right?” His thumb wiped some of your tears away as you stare at him before turning your head slightly to find Eddie already looking at you.

“Mhm, should be our good girl if we don’t want you mommy and daddy finding out, huh?” Eddie huskily whispered on your tear-stained cheeks,making you gulp. Steve looked at you in anticipation, cocking an eyebrow waiting for an answer. You slowly nodded your head, head hurting from getting overwhelmed that your body doesn’t have the energy to go against too. “Words, honey. Use your words now, come on. Say that you’re our good girl forever and we won’t let your mommy and daddy find out” Steve’s voice was clipped, tone serious when he looked down on you. “Y-your good girl..” you mumbled, eyes looking down when you felt both of them grin.

It’s only morning but your body felt tired as if you’ve spent the whole day awake. Your mind too numb while you feel like the room closes in on you, you closed your eyes, sighing in what you’re not sure if its because you’re tired or if its because you accepted your defeat. The shame and guilt that you did this all on yourself. Steve and Eddie’s words sinking in deep inside your mind. You let go, resting your head on Eddie’s which made Steve chuckle darkly.

“There she is. Finally found our good girl, Munson.”

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neptuneiris · 7 months

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brooklyn baby (04/?)

i'm feeling all my fucking feelings

pairing: rockstar!aemond × fem!reader

summary: a new night out with your cousins and friends that makes you get to know aemond better and he gets to know you too, being the beginning of everything.

word count: 8.8k

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hello beautiful people! here again another chapter that I have loved writing, I hope you like it a lot :) don't worry, the next chapter the concerts start, drama and the smut maybe?? i won't say more haha!

i look forward to your comments and opinions anxiously, I love reading and responding to them, thanks for reading loves. enjoy!

warnings: alcohol, smoking, kissing, language.

After you finish playing spin the bottle and…. after you and Aemond shared another kiss that completely stole your breath in that bathroom and was even better than the last time you kissed, once the seven minutes are up and you both leave, most announce that it's been enough for the night.

You thank William for lending his room so you can play and everyone starts to leave. Baela gestures to you with her head, indicating it's time to go home, and you follow her.

However, before you leave the room, he stops you by grabbing your arm, knowing perfectly well that he was behind you.

Curious and attentive, you turn to him, both of you remaining alone in the room. And you see how he is still affected by what happened a few moments ago in the bathroom, just like you, just wanting more, watching you with complete attention and not letting you go… yet.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N," he tells you softly, slowly closing the distance between you both again, "I just want to make sure I've been clear and if you'll let me… prove it to you. Although I'll understand if you tell me no," he tells you instantly, "What happened before doesn't mean you've already made up your mind, I understand that too."

You let out a long breath, watching him intently, as he too watches you in the same way, also soft and willing. Then you bite your lips and lower your gaze for a moment, considering his words from before.

You understand that he thought he probably wouldn't see you again, besides, you weren't really upset because he did that, but because you thought that's what he was looking for from you from the beginning, that more than anything else is what made you feel disappointed.

Other than that, you and he are single, neither of you owe anyone anything and both of you can do whatever you want.

But now that things are clear and he's explained to you that he wasn't looking for that from the beginning from you nor will you be another girl for just one night, maybe the idea of starting to hang out with him now that the band is taking a break…doesn't sound bad.

"I guess," you start to say, raising your gaze to him, "I'm willing to try to see what will come of all this too and where it will lead."

Then a soft smile appears on his lips, barely visible but being there, looking so cute despite his dark style. His whole face softens it, looking somehow relieved, while you too smile in the same way he does, infecting you and unable to help it.

"Are you sure?"

You frown slightly, still smiling.

"Am I sure? What do you mean by that?"

"Hmm," he says, averting his gaze for a moment, actually sounding like a small chuckle, to focus back on you, "I just want to make sure that you really want to do this because you want to, not because you feel pressured by me or anything."

"What? No," you say in an instant, absurd, "No, I've never felt pressured by you or anything like that, really," you assure him, "No, I-I… I really want to do it."

He doesn't say anything else, just nods slowly in your direction, watching your whole face intently, his gaze falling briefly to your lips, resisting the urge at this instant to grab you by the cheeks and kiss you hard, needy, not letting you go, like a few moments ago in the bathroom.

And this immediately makes you feel nervous, him watching your face in such detail, as if he wants to etch every texture in his mind, even with his eye glinting slightly in desire, making you feel so… wanted.

And God, the thoughts you've had of this man alone in your room since you met him in Brooklyn, they don't compare.

he says almost in a whisper, only to watch as he takes his phone from his jacket pocket, unlocks it and hands it to you, "Can I have your number?"

You avoid smiling big, taking it.

"Sure."

Adding you in his contacts takes you no time, though you know Baela must be waiting for you, but you don't care, not when you're here with him and this feels right.

he asks you softly, as you hand him back his phone and he puts it back in his pocket.

"Oh no, Baela will drive," you tell him instantly, slightly apologetic, "But thanks for offering."

"Well… another time it will be," he says as his grin appears now, looking so sexy.

"Yes," you observe her beautiful sapphire eye, as well as her whole face, "Another time."

After that, you have no choice but to finally leave the room, where downstairs you meet your cousins and the boys, so you all as a group leave the house, saying goodbye to William, Cregan, Alysanne and Jason.

You say goodbye to Aegon, Luke, Jace, Daeron and finally Aemond, so soon enough you find yourself in the car with Baela and Rhaena, driving through the city.

Baela parks outside Rhaena's residence, who says thank you and wishes you goodnight and then heads to her building, while Baela and you make sure Rhaena gets through the doors and then finally head home.

"Don't think you'll get rid of me," Baela says to you in amusement, turning the music down a bit.

"And now why?" you look at her tiredly.

"Why?" she repeats incredulously, "What happened to the whole I don't want to be another girl in the crowd and I'd better take my distance?" she repeats teasingly, "Huh? Remember that?"

"Ugh, leave me alone," you look away from her, actually resisting a small smile escaping you.

"Oh no, you'll tell me everything," she assures you, "So… what happened with the sexy guitarist?"

And you really have no choice but to tell her all about it.

After that, your Sunday passes fast, watching movies with Baela in her apartment and enjoying your last quiet, stress-free day, knowing that tomorrow your head, back and neck pains will start.

And just as you expected, the week starts and you face new days of stress.

You do your class work and study at the same time, being a complete mess but unfortunately… being effective. Next week you are facing exams and now you feel like you are on a roller coaster.

Your whole desk in your room is completely disorganized, full of papers, folders, notebooks and your laptop in the middle of it all, while you do projects, research and so on, writing down in your calendar the days that will be the exams of each class.

You are good in your classes, if not the best, always willing, competitive, the one who answers questions and also the one who asks them, all the time with your coffee in hand and paying attention to your professors.

Your grades are excellent and you never leave anything to the last, always pushing yourself even though sometimes you don't sleep, feel stressed or anxious.

However, you know that breaks are important and of course you give yourself them in order to be able to continue and function properly, doing so on weekends. But whenever exams are approaching, like now, the need to continue studying is great.

When the weekend arrives, you finish your last class of the day and head home finally, only to continue in your room studying some subjects, but at that moment the distraction appears.

You hear the sound of a new message from your phone and when you look at the screen, you forget for a moment everything you are doing.

Unknown Number: hi, this is aemond

Unknown Number: my cousins and aegon will go tomorrow to the shades of green pub

Unknown Number: jace said your cousins will come, what do you say?

This immediately catches your attention, watching the messages silently and completely still, without saying or doing anything.

Honestly, since you gave him your number, as soon as Monday started, Aemond was no longer in your thoughts. Or well… yes he was but to a minor extent, since you were busy with college, more than usual and also because of the exams.

You never expected a message from him and that relieves you a lot now that you realize it, as you would have been more anxious than usual, when it's clear that he and you have things to do.

And now that he finally has, inviting you to the pub, a wave of excitement washes over you but… you don't know.

Part of you tells you that you have to study and study hard, but another part of you says: you know what? Stop being so hard on yourself and go out and have fun, it's the weekend, clear your head, go see the sexy guitarist.

But you still don't know.

You let out a long breath and decide to text Baela, asking her if she's going out tomorrow with Jace, just to confirm what Aemond has told you and she replies almost immediately that she is.

Fuck it.

You wait a few minutes, resuming your studies briefly, distracting yourself and after you see the time, a considerable amount of time has passed and you answer Aemond, since you were not going to answer him so soon and you tell him that yes, you will see him tomorrow, but not before adding him to your contacts.

You don't know what's wrong with the color black lately, but that's the color you've been wearing every time you leave your house in your clothes.

Or is it because since you met a certain sexy guitarist who always wears that color in his clothes, you have started to wear that color too?

Your funny mind tells you, when you wanted to convince yourself otherwise, telling you that it has nothing to do with it. However, it's true, since you met Aemond, you've been wearing black a lot.

But you don't care, you know you look amazing and very sexy, like now when you choose a black denim skirt that fits perfectly to your waist making your hips stand out, together with a beautiful top also black long sleeve with its edges in the form of waves that exposes your abdomen.

This time you choose white tennis shoes, wanting to be comfortable on your feet, then you leave your hair completely loose and do your usual makeup, this time choosing a brown matte nude lipstick.

Baela sends you a message telling you she is ready and you reply that you are too, so soon you are both out of the building and then you are in the car. You pick Rhaena up at her residence and finally drive to the pub.

Strangely you don't feel any kind of nerves during the whole drive nor now that the three of you are entering the pub, quickly identifying the guys in a corner at a huge table.

And instantly you see him.

The three of you make your way over to them, you greeting Jace and Luke first, instantly feeling his piercing, burning gaze on you, which already makes you feel the nerves, but you don't let them get the better of you.

So you turn to him, with a shy little smile, as you see how he's already smoking, watching you, looking so sexy and so handsome in his black clothes and platinum hair just as majestic as ever. And the moment you approach him, he stands up and you both greet each other with a kiss on the cheek.

He then allows you the way to sit down, as the couch is a curved one, so if one is sitting in the middle and wants to get up to go to the bathroom or something, everyone has to get up on one side so he can get out.

You finally greet Aegon, who is sitting in the center, for Aemond to come back and sit next to you, you now being seated between him and Aegon.

"Since all the men are with their respective girls," Aegon says, catching everyone's attention, "I invited mine too, so she'll be here any minute. She's not my girlfriend but we're just hanging out."

Your cousins along with Jace and Luke ask him questions, but you don't listen as his comment about "all the men are with their respective girls" takes you a bit by surprise.

You watch Aemond out of the corner of your eye next to you, but he looks totally unconcerned, smoking the rest of his cigarette, his right profile being a sight to really admire.

Your left thigh very lightly touches his right thigh, suddenly feeling the need to move closer towards him, though his right arm is casually resting behind you on your part of the couch back, not touching your shoulders but the whole posture of him being really sexy and making you feel like you're close to him.

And god his cologne… it drives you absolutely crazy, ever since you greeted him.

"Where is Daeron?" you ask in general, getting curious.

"Yes, why isn't he here?" asks Rhaena confused as well.

"He doesn't like pubs, he prefers parties," replies Aegon.

"But how old is he?" asks Baela now, "Like sixteen?"

All the men laugh, except Aemond, but he is still attentive to the conversation.

"Actually he's eighteen, just like me," Luke tells her.

"You're eighteen!?" asks Baela, surprised.

"Yes," he replies in confusion, "You can't tell or what?"

Everyone at the table becomes incredibly serious, no one saying anything at all.

"You don't look bro," Jace tells him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder, with a face of understanding.

"Whatever," Luke says grumpily, "Daeron and I are graduating in October, owing a lot of credits but we will."

"Oh really? And what do you plan to study in college?" still asks Baela, now interested.

"Humm…" he suddenly gets nervous, "We don't know yet, you know, because of the band."

You frown slightly, interested at that, as does Baela, even Rhaena, but before Baela can ask again, Aegon suddenly speaks up.

"Oh, there's my girl," he says as he looks at the entrance to the pub and then turns to you and Aemond, "I don't want to bother but I have to go out and if it bothers you, too bad but I don't care."

Obviously you and he have no choice left so you both get up and clear a path for him, instantly Aegon turns to his girl and you take your seat again, with Aemond immediately following.

Aegon introduces you all to his friend or… his girl, who says hello looking a bit shy, and then they take a seat where you and Aemond were sitting before. Then Aegon himself is the one who puts the order and everyone starts ordering drinks.

And that's when the night begins.

Ice buckets with bottles of beer, mojitos, caipirinha, even margaritas and negroni, but more beer bottles is what is placed on top of the huge table in front of everyone.

You're already on your third beer, not wanting to drink any more, while Aegon, Jace and Luke are making everyone laugh, having a good time, while Aemond next to you… is completely calm and relaxed, still laughing softly with a few comments from Aegon.

He hasn't had much to drink, you notice, you guess because he has to drive, while you and he continue without talking much, only a while ago he asked you what you wanted to drink, but it's not strange or weird, in fact the mood with everyone and with him is very comfortable, calm and pleases you.

Until you are the one who decides to start a topic of conversation with him, turning your whole body sideways towards him, touching your knee with his.

"So what do you say?" you smile softly at him, with your beer bottle in hand, "Have you already started rehearsals?"

He watches you the instant he hears your voice and also positions his whole body sideways towards you, getting comfortable.

"Yes, since Tuesday."

"And how did it go?" you take a sip of your beer.

He makes a gesture on his face.

"So far so good. It's only a matter of time before Aegon wants to start improvising and trying new things, being a pain in the ass."

You let out a laugh.

"Is it that bad?"

"You have no idea."

He shakes his head softly and you continue to watch him amused, only to have him look you straight in the eye, just that way, the usual way that makes you feel things you can't really explain, watching your face in detail.

And of course it makes you nervous, but you try to dissimulate as you take another sip of your beer.

"And you?" he asks softly, watching you attentively, "How is the college?"

"It's also a pain in the ass," you instantly say as he does, making him laugh softly, "No but I'm serious," you insist, "This semester has been a nightmare, I haven't had a single week where I don't go through stress and this one has been insufferable. Next week is exams, I've been studying longer hours than usual and it's…" you let out a sigh, "Horrible."

You observe an unimportant point, thinking for a second about it, exams and college, to again focus on Aemond, who watches you with a small grin, attentive.

And you get embarrassed.

"Sorry," you say to him instantly, "Surely you don't want to hear my uni complaints, it's just me and my boring….

"Of course I want to hear it," he says, interrupting you, watching you with his soft gaze, "You look so cute."

Oh no.

Here we go again.

You lower your gaze, smiling apologetically and nervously, blushing slightly, having no idea what to say or what to do, him actually making you very nervous.

"But don't worry," he says, turning your attention back to him, " I don't really know anything about your degree or how you study, but I'm sure you'll do fine."

You smile softly in his direction, unable to help it, that strangely relieving, but in a nice way, realizing you needed to hear that, since you don't normally share your worries with anyone.

"Thank you," you tell him honestly, "And you'll do well in your rehearsals too," you add, "I wish I could play guitar like you, by the way how do you do it?"

You look at him completely interested and he smiles softly again.

"I've been playing since I was eleven."

"Really?" you look at him surprised and he nods, "And it was very hard?"

"At first," he nods to you, " Actually it depends for each person, but it was my uncle who taught me and he was very patient with me. He also played in a band at the time and he taught me everything I know."

You nod, listening to him and watching him intently.

"So it's not hard?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"You'd have to find out. I can teach you if you want."

He says to you suddenly, watching you intently and with some intensity, also willingly, definitely surprising you, not expecting that, but you widen your smile a little more and lean a little towards him, interested.

"Oh really?" you tilt your head to the side, "And you'll be patient with me?"

"I'm a very patient person," he assures you, with his grin.

"Oh yeah? Because I'm taking it seriously," you warn him, amused.

"So am I."

You both look at each other without saying anything else, as at that moment the boys catch your attention and you both turn your focus back to them, listening to more stories of Aegon, Jace and Luke.

You laugh and take another beer, while Aemond next to you lights another cigarette, making sure the smoke doesn't go towards you, while also listening to Aegon's stories and drinking little in comparison to the others.

He feels comfortable and cool with everyone here, he likes the vibe, but he wants to talk more with you, to get to know you better and that no one interrupts the conversation, that's why after you stop talking and laughing with your cousins and the boys and he sees you a bit calmer, he decides to make his move.

Meanwhile you, you feel a shiver run through your whole body as Aemond leans completely towards you to talk in your ear, turning all your attention on him.

"Want to go get a drink?" he points to the bar, watching you intently.

And you, even though you're having a good time here with everyone, are more excited to talk and get to know Aemond more since his talk earlier was kinda interesting, so you nod with a soft smile in his direction.

You both get up and ask Aegon and his girl to please let you out, instantly causing everyone to make fun of you two, all shouting where you are going and what you are going to do, laughing.

You smile nervously, lowering your gaze, following Aemond and saying nothing, while he doesn't care and continues on his way.

You both take seats on stools and almost immediately the bar tender tends to you, so you order a gin and tonic and Aemond orders a martini.

"So rehearsals will soon turn into a nightmare," you tell him, picking up the conversation from earlier.

"Yeah," he lets out a long breath, "Not like uni, of course," he tells you with a soft smile.

You smile.

"But it's still not too bad," you assure him, "Well, I think so. It also depends on the degree, but business management can be tough."

"And did you choose to study that for yourself or for your parents?" he asks you interested.

"For myself. Although my mother did want me to study medicine because she is a surgeon, but I didn't want to. The career did appeal to me but it's very heavy and tiring," you tell him, "My father told me to choose what I wanted and he and my mother supported me in the end."

"Hmm," he nods, in understanding, "Your father is also a surgeon?"

"No, he's a biological chemist," you explain, "His brother, Baela and Rhaena's father works with him."

He nods again, understanding and looking slightly thoughtful, when in fact he is processing the information, which is what he normally does when he starts to get to know a new person and you seem like a very interesting girl to him.

At that moment the bar tender returns with your drinks and you both thank him, so you give your full attention back to Aemond, taking a sip of your gin and tonic.

"And what about you? Did you go to college?" you ask him interested.

He's about to answer you but you jump in to say something else, surprised.

"Wait, I don't even know how old you are," he laughs softly, "Oh my god-how old are you?" you ask him instantly, causing Aemond to look at you amused.

"Twenty-two."

"Oh," you nod, now feeling relieved to know.

"Why? How many did you think I had?" he continues to look at you amused.

"Exactly that or about my age, twenty," you shrug, "But anyway, you never went to college?" you take up the question and he gently denies.

"As soon as I graduated from high school, I decided to work with my uncle at his company. I still had no idea what to study and wanted first to know what I would face if I chose the same as you, business management."

"Oh really?" you look at him more interested than before, listening to him carefully.

He nods.

"But I quit when Aegon started planning the whole band thing."

You continue to watch him intently, curious, as he takes a sip of his martini and doesn't say anything more to you, in fact it seems he won't say anything more to you, as he keeps his lowered gaze fixed on the floor.

And you, you don't know if you should, you suppose that's a sign that he doesn't want to talk to you about it anymore, but the alcohol from before and the gin and tonic now make you ask, feeling more capable.

"And you didn't think about studying anymore?" you ask him softly, interested to know more.

He lets out a snort along with a small smile, watching you back attentively, gently shaking his head.

"I'm sure you won't want to hear it, it's… complicated," he says then purses his lips, averting his gaze once more from you.

You frown slightly at him.

"I do want to hear it and do we have time or not?"

He watches you back, not saying anything to you again, as you continue your willing and attentive gaze on him, to which he seems to consider it for a few moments. When suddenly, you slowly begin to feel embarrassed.

What if it's too personal, and I'm still insisting on it?

You ask yourself, terrified.

"I'm sorry," you tell him instantly, "If it's something personal I understand, it's not like I'm a gossip, I was just saying that to get to know you better, but if I'm crossing the line with topics you don't want to talk about, I….

"No, no," he interrupts you immediately, "It's not that, relax," he says softly and you continue to watch him attentively, "It's just that I don't want to bore you."

And he tells you just like that, so unsure and as if he doesn't want to ruin the moment, while you soften your whole look now in understanding, then smile softly in his direction and shake your head.

"You won't."

"Are you sure?"

"Very," you assure him.

You tell him with willing, attentive, but he continues a bit hesitantly and you give him a moment until he clears his thoughts, as he seems to be thinking too fast. Then he finally convinces himself to talk to you about that matter in his life.

"My father also owns a company just like my uncle," he starts to tell you and you give him your full attention, "In fact his company and my uncle's company work together. But from the beginning I didn't want to work with my father because he wanted, in fact he still wants, me to study business management, but… the pressure is too much."

You watch him intently and curiously.

"You don't want to work with your own family except your uncle?"

"I don't want to work with my father," he clarifies softly, "I never had a very good relationship with him, neither did Aegon," he lets you know, "At first it was Aegon because he was the eldest who was considered the next head of the company and the one who would be in charge of continuing the inheritance, but he was never interested, he always wanted to make music," he purses his lips, "And then everyone noticed me but… I didn't feel nor do I feel now ready for such a responsibility."

You make an affirmative gesture, continuing to watch and listen to him intently.

You honestly didn't think his family would go into what you are putting so much effort into doing in the future. But now that you know… it makes sense to you that they are important people and have this kind of empire.

"So you don't really want to do it?" you ask him softly.

He grimaces slightly as he shakes his head.

"I don't know yet," he takes a sip of his martini, "My relationship with him has always been very complicated," he tells you, "In fact it's all very complicated to explain."

"Don't worry," you assure him softly, "If you want to talk about it that's fine, I'm sure I can handle it."

Yet he again looks at you not entirely convinced.

"Are you sure?"

You smile softly at him, nodding.

"Yes."

"Well," he clears his throat, "Before my mother, my father had his first wife with whom he had a daughter, my half-sister Rhaenyra."

He begins to explain and you raise your eyebrows slightly in surprise as it didn't cross your mind that he had a sister.

"I really don't know much but his wife died in childbirth where neither she nor the baby was saved, Rhaenyra was about fourteen. Then my father married my mother but it was all for a political arrangement… and since Aegon was born, he never paid any attention to me or my other siblings for giving all his attention and preference to Rhaenyra."

You nod slightly, understanding and processing the information, fully attentive.

"Not even to Helaena, my sister," he observes you for a second, "She's in London, studying biology, she's two years older than me and we don't really see much of her since she left for college, but she's our number one fan."

He says with a small, rather nostalgic smile and you can't help but smile a little too, Helaena sounding like a very good sister.

"My father still missed his first wife, you could tell, he never got over her. He never really loved my mother and neither did she love him but… at least he could have pretended to care about us when we were children," he says softly but with bitterness, "At least Rhaenyra tried, you know? She never looked down on us and treated us like what we are, brother and sister, also with Helaena."

You bite your lips, settling better in your seat, controlling the emotions on your face, as you don't want him to see you watching him with some pity.

Honestly you can't imagine not having your father's love and support that knowing he never had it… you see how he really needed it.

"How I lost my eye is not something I go around telling people, only my family knows and it's something from my private life that I want it to stay that way," he says softly and you nod, understanding, "But it happened when I was ten years old, it was an accident."

Again you try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to show your shock and disbelief, much less pity because you really don't know anything about it. Although… you sense that her father probably didn't care.

"Everyone was there except my father," he says and lets out a long breath, "Going to therapy was very difficult, learning and adapting was very difficult and it made me hate hospitals. That's why my uncle offered to teach me how to play the guitar, to have a new hobby that I would enjoy and not be stuck with what happened to me," he explains to you, "So how am I supposed to do my father the favor of continuing his company when he never really cared about me?"

You grimace slightly, now understanding his position and indecision.

"There was a time where I decided not to hold a grudge against him anymore, you know? For my peace of mind," he tells you thoughtfully, "I really wanted to study business management and work with him. I was willing and I told him that he could teach me everything he knows, but he told me it wasn't necessary."

You begin to feel anger wash over you, unable to help yourself, also beginning to feel anger for his father and you don't even know him.

"He said no because he began to see potential in Rhaenyra, until she told him no," he observes you, "She married young also to a very important businessman and decided to support him to run their company together. Until her husband died of an illness and she inherited the company. Then she remarried and had Jace, Luke and another younger son, Joffrey."

You frown slightly, as he watches you with a slightly amused smile, while you finish processing the information completely.

"Wait, she had Jace and Luke?" you repeat confused, "Your sister?"

"Yes."

"Your sister," you point at him, still confused, "And there's another one? Joffrey?"

"Yes," he nods to you, still amused, "Actually they are my nephews, not my cousins."

You look at him now surprised.

"Then why do you say they ….

"Criston decided," he interrupts you, understanding your confusion, "When we formed the band he said it was best to make it public that the two of them are our cousins since Luke and Daeron are the same age and Jace and I are a year apart. Besides we've always treated each other more like cousins, not uncles and nephews," he clarifies to you.

"Oh," you say, still surprised, "Wow."

He lets out a small laugh.

"I told you it's complicated."

"It's not complicated," you tell him tactfully, "It's just… a lot of context," you smile softly at him to watch him again attentively and curiously, "And what happened after your sister told him no?"

"Well," he resumes the matter, "I got very angry with him since he told me no because he didn't even give me the chance and since then I decided I could study management and work somewhere else, just to annoy him, you know?" you nod, understanding, "Then my uncle also told him no since he decided to start a company of his own to inherit it to his sons….

"The one who taught you to play guitar?" you ask him quickly, just to clarify.

"Yes," he nods to you, "Then Aegon refused to go to college, Helaena wanted nothing to do with it and that's only when he became aware of my existence and as a lifeboat so his company wouldn't sink or fall into the hands of people outside the family."

You slowly deny in his direction, not really understanding his father.

"When I graduated and started working with my uncle was when he started pressuring me to apply to college, telling me that so later I could work with him and run his company in the future, but I always said no, mostly out of pride," he tells you honestly, "Until my mother also started talking to me about it, then my grandfather and finally my uncle, but my uncle was never insistent, he would just tell me that inheriting a company of such magnitude was a great opportunity, but that he understood my position because of my relationship with him and told me that I would always have a place in his company. "

"And then Aegon came up with this band idea," you assume and he nods.

"I didn't take it seriously at first, I thought he was joking, until I saw that he had already taken over by recording a song and then shooting a music video. Until he convinced Daeron to join, then Luke, Jace and finally me."

You look at him curiously

"You didn't want to join?"

He denies.

"Not at first because I was working with my uncle. But when my father started pushing me, I saw the idea of Aegon as a distraction or an excuse rather," he explains to you, "I would try to prolong the college and the company thing until I made a decision while I lived as a musician and afforded myself a life without asking anyone for anything."

You nod slowly, surprised, as you don't know what you would have done if you were in his place, you wouldn't even have had the courage to decide for yourself and what you wanted to please others to begin with.

A weakness you are still working on, in fact.

But Aemond… you can tell he's more independent and in fact you can tell he learned to be independent from a very young age when he didn't have to be, clearly because of all this he lived through.

"And what did your father say to you when you decided to do this?"

"He went crazy," he tells you honestly, "We had a big fight as he didn't want me to stop working with my uncle to join a band, it seemed stupid and pointless to him. But obviously I didn't care," he lets out a long breath, "And to this day I haven't made up my mind."

And after that, you both sink into a comfortable silence, him not saying anything more and you neither, only hearing in the background the laughter of the guys, some more people in the pub and the rock music of the place.

His father seems like a bad man and a bad father to you, at least with him and his other siblings since he didn't pay attention to his other children either, but you can't tell him that.

However, you are relieved that within all his bad relationship with him, he had the support and love of his mother, that of his brothers, his uncle and even his half-sister, who was more understanding than his own father.

And as for what he wants to do… the decision is entirely his.

He has already told you that he doesn't know what to do yet and that's totally fine, it's okay to take all the time necessary, no pressure and no second opinions as the decision is his and his alone.

"So this is my life," he tells you, breaking the silence, with a soft look, "This whole company thing is a fucking mess, I still don't know what to do and my dad is a totally dick."

You smile, taking a sip of your gin and tonic.

"At least you said so."

"Yeah," he lets out a sigh, with a small smile, "But what about you?" now he's watching you interested and attentive, "We've already talked a lot about me."

You laugh, watching him also interested.

"And what do you want to know about me?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, "Your family is just as complicated as mine?"

"There are some differences but nothing like yours, believe me," you assure her, "Besides we're not a big family. My mom's family lives in Texas, so we spend more time with my dad's family."

"You're an only child?" he asks you curious.

"Yeah, but with Baela and Rhaena it doesn't seem like it," you smile, "I was supposed to have a younger brother, but my mom had a miscarriage when I was like sixteen or seventeen."

"Oh," you say slightly surprised, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to….

"No, no, it's okay, you didn't know," you assure him instantly, "After that, my parents were afraid to try again and decided not to have any more children."

" They both live here in New York?"

"No, in Boston," you clarify, "That's where I was born and raised, I actually liked Boston, but when I started applying to college, I wanted to try applying here just for a change and luckily I was accepted."

The talk about you with Aemond goes on for a while longer, where he knows your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite TV shows and movies, you even tell him about how the business management program at NYU works.

He also tells you about his favorite color, what he likes, what he doesn't like and you also talk about music, although of course you don't know any more than he does, you just let him know about your love for Queen, Lana del Rey, Billy Joel and Harry Styles.

Until later they decide to go back to the table with the guys where the rounds of drinks continue.

Aegon and his girl are now closer, kissing from time to time, Jace and Baela too but their kisses are more discreet while Luke and Rhaena are quieter, relaxed and drinking.

Aemond and you resume your drinks, you deciding that this is the last one you will have as you start to feel a little dizzy, while you watch as Aemond continues to be calm and unaffected by the alcohol at all, guessing he must have a lot of endurance.

Then the alcohol starts to take its effect on you, but not in a bad way, you are still more than conscious but you feel more confident and more daring.

You are the one who dares to have more physical contact with Aemond, leaning completely sideways to him, your body pressed against his and raising one of your hands to take his hand as his arm is above your shoulders on the back of the sofa.

This catches Aemond off guard, definitely not expecting it but not disliking it at all either, quite the opposite, so he enjoys your closeness and contact.

Aegon and Jace again start telling their stories and making the whole group laugh, while you laugh and take your bottle of beer with your free hand, feeling so good to be this way with Aemond, having a very good time.

Sometimes when you let go of his hand, he still keeps his arm around your shoulders and you feel his thumb gently caress your shoulder, sending shivers all over your body. He also does this when he holds your hand and does the same movement on your thumb.

Suddenly Jace starts talking about something to Aemond along with Luke, who stops paying attention to you for a moment to pay attention to them, while you don't know what they are talking about and you don't really care, as you continue to focus on him.

You watch his face closely close to yours, as he has leaned in to better hear Jace and Luke, having it right in front of him and admiring his right profile again.

God.

You think, admiring the shape of his jaw, his nose, cheeks and lips, thinking about how incredibly handsome he is, in fact his brothers and nephews are too, though to you he is the most handsome and you don't doubt that his sister and half-sister are also very beautiful.

You think to yourself that then his mother and father must also be good looking people, as those genes, also the hair, are incredible.

Out of everything you are admiring about him, then you focus completely on his lips, unable to help yourself. He's talking but you don't know what exactly, just concentrating on the movement of them.

And you know; you want to kiss him.

Of course, if he kisses you, you wouldn't complain either. But you want to feel his lips, badly and now. You want to remember the sensation, the way they feel, the way they move and the way they make you feel things all over your body, making you forget about the world for a moment.

However, at that moment you can only watch and nothing else, as Aemond leans his back against the back of the couch again and continues to talk to his nephews, while you too drop your back between his arm and chest, never taking your eyes off him or his lips.

When then Aemond turns his gaze to you laughing softly, for which you react a second late as he notices how you were watching his lips and you watch him in the eye, smiling softly in his direction.

His smile doesn't disappear, rather he places a grin and leans more slowly towards you, now him seeing between your eyes and your lips on purpose.

"What are you thinking about?"

He asks you in a low, absolutely sexy murmur to you, watching you again with that intensity and desire as he watches your lips, pleased that you are like this with him, both of you so close.

And you shake your head softly, avoiding smiling big.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" he repeats without his grin disappearing, "It doesn't look like nothing to me."

"And what do you think I'm thinking?" you observe him amused.

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully, "I don't know. Maybe some things I'm thinking too."

You lean a little closer to him.

"And what are you thinking?" you ask him in a low murmur.

He gently shakes his head, as he places his hand gently on your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb and watching you in detail, then tucking a strand of hair behind your ear delicately.

You keep smiling softly throughout, his gestures feeling cute and making you blush slightly, especially as he continues to watch you intently and with that slight glow in his blue eye.

You lean a little closer to him, wanting more… needing more.

"I'm thinking…" he says, caressing your cheek, "About how absolutely beautiful you are," he confesses to you in a soft, low murmur, "And about how much I want to kiss you," he adds, watching your lips.

You watch his too, both of you talking at that moment almost in whispers, as if sharing secrets you don't want anyone else to hear, both of you immersed in your own bubble and forgetting at that moment about everyone.

"And why don't you?" you murmur back.

He gently denies again, tracing your cheek with his thumb.

"Let's just say… it's not a proper kiss in public."

You let out a small laugh, watching him with your small smile and with a certain adoration or rather desire in your eyes, observing his whole face again, looking like an old Greek God.

You had certainly never met a boy like Aemond before. You had never met a boy who would play in a band, let alone have the similarity of his appearance, at all.

Nor had you ever met a guy so direct and so clear with what he wants, all the guys you've dated before even if it was casual were immature, incomprehensible and didn't know what they wanted, all the time acting like children.

And now with Aemond… even though you haven't known him long and he hasn't known you long, he already makes you feel things you haven't felt with anyone before.

"You are also very beautiful," you tell him in a low, honest whisper.

At that moment Aemond feels a warm sensation envelop him completely, starting with his chest, while you continue to admire him and only affirm him more with your words that are completely honest.

Then he finally rests his forehead with yours, while you close your eyes and seek to bring your lips closer to his, unable to help it due to the few centimeters that are now between him and you.

Aemond noticing this, starts to test you, bringing his lips closer to touch yours very softly, brushing them and you move forward, wanting to feel them completely, but he pulls back, amused, wanting to see how far you will go and if you will do anything about it.

Then you moan under your breath to finally leave a soft, chaste kiss on his lips that he reciprocates almost instantly, still smiling and you open your eyes to watch him.

"That's a proper kiss for the public?"

He laughs softly.

"Yes, I liked it very much," he nods, "But I prefer to kiss you in another way."

You nod, watching him now thoughtfully.

"Very well," you murmur, still close to his lips, "Then we can go outside."

"Outside?'

"Yes, actually…" you observe him between amused and serious, "I've noticed that you have a cigarette habit and so as not to disturb the other customers with smoke, you should leave here to go outside to smoke."

He watches you with his half smile, instantly understanding what you are implying with this excuse.

"Sure, we don't want to piss them off, do we?"

"No because we're good people and we respect society," you add and he nods, amused, stifling his laughter.

"Exactly."

"Besides the owner has strictly forbidden customers to smoke in here."

"Oh really? I didn't know that," he tells you even though that's not true and you shrug.

"Now you know."

He nods slightly again, then points to the huge pub door with his gaze.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Yes, I can keep you company."

"Just to smoke?" he observes you attentively and amused.

"Just to smoke," you affirm him.

Clearly that doesn't happen. Aemond doesn't even light the cigarette.

The first thing you felt as you both left the pub, was Aemond's hand grabbing your waist to turn you toward him in a quick, calculated move to kiss you deep and needy.

Now he is leaning against the wall and you are almost on top of him, kissing him with the same need as he is in a slow but deep kiss, both of you are hidden in a small alley next to the pub but anyone passing by on the sidewalk could see you.

However, this doesn't bother or matter to you, as you are very busy and so is he, caring less than you do.

And how you are enjoying this. You enjoy the sensation, his full lips moving nimbly against yours without so much haste and in the perfect way to let you feel it all and enjoy it more, as you so desired.

Both of your hands are in his hair and neck, clinging to him, as he keeps one of his hands on your waist, holding you tight against him while his other hand is on your cheek, gently caressing it every second the kiss continues.

You snort into his mouth as you both pull apart for air for just a second, only to resume the kiss again, both of you taking in one of his hands a piece of each other's clothing to pull them against you, not wanting to let go.

You let out a low involuntary moan as he gently bites your lip but with enough force to make you react just the way he wants to and work his way between your lips with his tongue to enter your mouth.

You respond to him in kind, gasping in mid-kiss as it is now a more demanding and more exciting kiss, both of you exploring each other's mouths. You don't want this to end, ever.

The movements of his lips and tongue send delicious shivers and tingling sensations all over your stomach and a kind of explosion throughout your body as you cling tighter towards him and Aemond…. can't get enough.

"I can't believe I waited all this time to kiss you again."

He tells you on a sigh in between your mouths, immediately kissing you again, making you gasp.

"Don't stop," you sigh in supplication as well, attacking his lips again in an instant.

He smiles in the middle of the kiss, responding to your kisses with the same sensuality and slowness, but all in a deep and calculated way, to then take your lower lip with his teeth and gently pull it back, delighting in your panting and low moaning.

He kisses you again for a few more seconds, completely closing you in his arms, not wanting to stop feeling against him or wanting you to move away so that he can observe and have your face close to him.

When despite your desire in not wanting to stop, he does it to talk.

"You know that there is no turning back after this, right?"

He asks you in a low, hoarse whisper, while you internally complain about not feeling his lips with yours anymore and you watch him, leaning towards him to at least feel the touch of his nose rubbing against yours.

Although you see how terribly honest and serious he is being with you inside all the desire in his gaze and you don't want to do anything else, just kiss him until you have enough.

"What do you mean?"you ask him in a murmur, agitated by all the above but not wanting apart from him, at all.

"I want to keep seeing you. I can't wait a whole week until I see you again," he says to you as he brings his forehead together with yours and closes his eye, "After your exam week is over, maybe we could go out again?"

He asks you not entirely convinced by hearing a yes answer, while you smile gently and lean more towards him.

"Sure," you tell him completely willing, in a murmur.

Aemond also smiles a little, to begin to lightly brush his lips with yours again, testing you, not kissing you at all, backing away when you lean towards him to feel his lips, making you laugh with a pleading gesture.

"Stop doing that."

He continues smiling amused, to finally leave a soft and chaste kiss on your lips that you instantly reciprocate, making you smile.

"We have rehearsal every day in the afternoon except Saturdays and Sundays, do you want to come after your exams?"he gently asks you, "When I'm done we could go get dinner or something."

"Yes," you say softly, nodding, "It sounds perfect," you assure him.

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