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INEXPERIENCED SUBMISSIVE HEESEUNG OR JUNGWON PWEAASEEEE ??🌝🌝

Left My Innocence In Your Mouth (NSFW)

Pairings: sub!Jungwon x afab!reader

Warnings: inexperienced Jungwon, experienced reader, loss of virginity, first time, overstimulation, masturbation, dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, soft sex, mild praise, nipple play, begging, pet names (love, baby, sweetie, etc..)

!WC: 3.6k!

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You and Jungwon have been dating for several months now, and while the chemistry between you two was undeniable from the start, the physical aspect of your relationship had been slow to progress. It wasn't for lack of desire or attraction; rather, Jungwon's shy and reserved nature made him hesitant to take things further.

But tonight, you decided to push the limits and see how far the shy boy can go.

You had initiated your usual nightly make-out session with him; however, now, you decide to take the lead, crawling onto his lap and straddling his thighs. Jungwon gasps softly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he's holding on for dear life. He's been nothing but gentle – hesitant even – and it's so endearing.

Your fingers trail through his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. He melts into it, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he surrenders to your lead. His reactions turn you on even more.

As you break the kiss, his eyes flutter open, dazed and glossy. You watched as he tried to chase your lips, his cheeks flushed and chest heaving with anticipation. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you cupped his cheeks, noting how he already looked so wonderfully messed up.

"You look so good like this," you murmur, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Jungwon's breath hitches, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest.

You pull back slightly, gazing into his glossy eyes. "You can touch me, you know," you say, your voice husky with desire. "I want you to."

Jungwon blinks, looking slightly bewildered. Slowly, hesitantly, his hands moved to rest on your thighs, just above the fabric of your clothes. His touch is feather-light as if he's afraid to press too hard.

After his palms sit on your plush thighs for a moment, he glances back up at you, as if seeking validation.

"Touch me more," you bite your lip, guiding his hands up your sides. He looks like a deer in headlights, shocked and naive. His cheeks flush a deep, rosy hue as you continue to move his hands up your torso. "Do you like touching me like this, Wonnie?"

A small whimper caught in Jungwon's throat as he nodded, unable to keep his eyes from flickering between his hands and your lips.

You smile, leaning in to capture his lips again, releasing his hands to let him explore more. His hands start to move, undeniably still hesitant, yet he's touching you nonetheless.

Jungwon's fingers gently trace your spine's contours, making you gasp. "Is this okay?" he asks between kisses, his voice laced with concern. "A-am I doing okay?"

You leave a couple of final kisses on the corner of his lips before responding warmly, "It's perfect, baby. Have you never done this before?"

You half meant it teasingly—to spur him on, rile him up so he could build confidence in his actions––but you were surprised when Jungwon's blush deepened. His gaze dropped slightly as he nodded, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely audible.

Cradling his face in your hands, you lift his face up to meet yours again, cooing at the boy whisperingly. "Are you a virgin, baby?"

He nods sheepishly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips, his fingers curling slightly to grip your shirt. "M' sorry," he apologizes again, his lip quivering with his nervous trembling breaths.

Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his lips, running your thumb along his jawline soothingly, murmuring words of reassurance against his mouth. "There's nothing to apologize for, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "We'll take things slow, I'll guide you through it, yeah?"

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His kisses grow hungrier, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only spurs you on further.

A soft moan escapes your lips at his touch, a sound that echoes in Jungwon's mind, driving him to desperation. He can't shake the thought of making you feel that way again, of being the one to elicit such pleasure from you.

"W-want," he gasps between kisses. "I want to…touch… you—" he stammers out before a final desperate, "Please…"

You smile at his eagerness, a playful glint in your eyes as you cock your head to the side teasingly. "Yeah?" you murmur, your voice a low purr. "You want to learn how to make me feel good?"

Jungwon nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation as he gazes up at you with undisguised longing. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely above a breathless whimper, nodding eagerly. "I want to so badly. Teach me, please!"

His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him. With a smirk, you lean back slightly, your hands working on the hem of your shirt.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you tease, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "I suppose I could show you a thing or two."

Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation, a hopeful gleam shining in their depths as he watches you intently as you slowly pull your shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. Jungwon's eyes widen in awe at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of you shirtless for the first time.

He's mesmerized, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your exposed skin, uncertainty evident in his every movement. He wants to look and admire, but he's unsure if he's allowed––if he's allowed to indulge in the sight before him.

"It's okay, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice gentle and reassuring. "You're allowed to look, I want you to see me, sweetie."

His eyes widen at your words, disbelief mingling with longing in their depths. Slowly, hesitantly, he lets his gaze wander over your bare skin, his hands practically trembling at your hips.

The way he struggles to contain his desperate whimper, the way he practically stares, unable to tear his eyes away—it's all too endearing.

You gently brush your fingertips against his cheek with a soft chuckle, coaxing him out of his daze. "Do you want to touch?" you ask softly, nodding toward your tits.

Jungwon's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening even further at your invitation. "Can I?" he stammers, his voice slightly strained.

You grin softly, nodding in encouragement as you guide his hand once again up to your chest, his touch tentative and uncertain. With gentle guidance, you help him thumb at your nipples, his reaction immediate.

A small mewl escapes the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering slightly. He reacts as if he's the one being touched, his body trembling.

Lost in the moment, he doesn't even realize the sound escaping him, mesmerized by the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. And you watch him, utterly captivated by his innocence and eagerness to learn.

With a soft exhale, you suggest, "You could put your mouth on them if you want."

Jungwon's breath catches as if he can't believe what you're suggesting. "Wh-what?" he stammers, his voice breathless with disbelief.

You can't help but smile at Jungwon's shocked reaction, his breathless gasp echoing in the air at the suggestion of putting his mouth on your nipples, his breathing quickening as he processes the idea.

You simply nod, trying to coax out some initiative in his actions, "Unless you don't want to–"

"No!" Jungwon cuts you off.

He hesitates momentarily, then leans in, his lips brushing ever so softly against the sensitive bud. Looking up at you for validation, his eyes searching for approval, he waits for your instruction.

Following your guidance, Jungwon tentatively wraps his lips around your nipple, his movements cautious and nervous at first. But you guide him through it, instructing him to suck a little harder, to use his tongue. And with each suckle, he becomes more lost in the sensation.

Soon, he's completely lost in the sensation, his eyes closed in bliss as he presses his face into your chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Soft, needy mumbles escape his lips as he sucks with increasing fervor, his breathy moans and gentle noises vibrating against your nipples, sending a delicious shiver down your spine, leaving you gasping for breath.

His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he can't get enough of you. And soon, his hips begin to subtly buck up into yours, his movements instinctual and desperate. The sensation of his hardening length grinding against your pussy only turns you on more, and you find the ache between your legs growing more intense by the second.

The sensation of his lips and tongue against your sensitive skin feels so good, so achingly right, that you can't help but moan softly, arching your back, pressing your body closer to his. Jungwon's eyes flutter open at the sound, his gaze locking with yours.

The sound pulls Jungwon out of his trance, and he realizes that he's been grinding against you. His eyes widen in panic.

"I-I'm so sorry," he stammers, his voice coming out in a whiny, desperate tone, his hands trembling against your skin. "I didn't mean to—I got carried away..."

Despite his apologies, his hips continue their subtle movements, his body betraying his apology, unable to control his virgin body. He looks up at you with glossed-over eyes, his expression pleading for forgiveness even as his movements grow more desperate.

It's adorable, and you'd love to bask in his desperation and the sensation of his bugle rubbing on your cunt all day, but it's time to move on to the next step.

Gently, you reach down to grasp the hem of Jungwon's pajama pants, looking up at him, and he hesitates before lifting his hips to allow you to, slowly easing them down his legs until he's left in nothing but his dark grey hoodie and boxers, his erection tenting the fabric of his underwear.

Jungwon's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to avoid your eyes as he tries to discreetly adjust himself, tugging at the hem of his hoodie, trying to cover his arousal.

Meanwhile, you continue to undress yourself, slipping off your baby pink silk pajama shorts with practiced ease, revealing your panties. You catch Jungwon stealing glances at you; his breath comes in shallow gasps as he watches you undress and takes in every inch of your exposed skin.

"Like what you see?" You tease, crawling languidly back onto the bed. "You're quite the starer, huh?"

He gulps, his eyes following your every movement. "Sorry," he mumbles, "I just... I can't help it."

You smile warmly at him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's okay to want me, Jungwon," you whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "I want you too."

You guide Jungwon back onto the bed, gently pushing him to lie beside you. His eyes are filled with wonder and adoration as he gazes at you, his heart racing with anticipation and nervousness.

Leaning close, you whisper into his ear, your voice a soft, seductive murmur. "Do you want to finger me, Jungwon? Fill me up with your fingers?"

At your words, Jungwon's breath hitches, and he is completely overwhelmed by the idea, his mind racing with nervousness. "I don't know what to do," he worries, his voice filled with uncertainty. What if I mess up?"

You smile reassuringly, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "You won't mess up, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice filled with confidence. "Just follow my lead."

With a gentle nudge, you guide Jungwon to kneel between your legs as you lay back on the bed. He's nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he looks down at you, unsure what to do next.

"Take my panties off," you instruct him, your voice a soft command.

Cautiously, Jungwon reaches down to slide your panties off, his movements slow and careful. He's mesmerized by the sight of you laid out before him, legs spread. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in every detail of your pretty little pussy.

His hands remain on your hips as he hovers nervously over your body, his hands trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, so you guide his movements once again with gentle encouragement. You take his hand and lead his fingers to your clit, showing him how to rub it in slow, circular motions.

"Like this," you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure and relief as his fingers soak up your wetness, tracing along your puffy folds. "That feels so good, Jungwon."

He watches you intently, his mouth slightly agape in awe as he can't take his eyes away from his hands touching you. Your guidance gives him the courage to continue, and his touch becomes more sure and deliberate with each passing moment.

"Good, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing amazing. Keep going."

His eyes are locked on yours, seeking approval and guidance as he continues to explore your body.

"Are you ready to put your fingers in, Jungwon?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with anticipation.

He nods dazedly, his breath catching in his throat as he positions a finger at your entrance and slowly pushes it inside you. A soft moan escapes his lips as if he's experiencing the sensation himself.

"That's it, Jungwon," you encourage him, your voice filled with pleasure. "Keep going.."

As he follows your instructions, his fingers move in slow, deep thrusts. He looks up at you for reassurance, his eyes searching yours for guidance.

"Does that feel good?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for approval. You let out a soft moan of approval, your back arching slightly as you savor his finger filling you.

So Jungwon added another, and the stretch and fullness felt delicious. His movements are still cautious, but with each thrust, he grows more confident, finding a rhythm that drives you wild.

You moan softly, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he works his fingers inside you. He gets a little light-headed at the tightness and wetness surrounding his fingers, whimpering softly at the intoxicating feeling.

But then, you notice something. Jungwon's free hand is discreetly palming himself, his arousal evident in the way he's whimpering and whining with each movement of his fingers inside you.

"Are you feeling needy, baby?" you giggle through moans, teasing him gently.

Jungwon's ears flush red with embarrassment as he nods, unable to deny the truth. "I-I can't help it," he admits, his voice filled with need. "You're– you're so–"

You croon at Jungwon's confession, finding his desperation and eagerness to please you utterly adorable. With a soft smile, you take his hand out from your heat, holding it gently as you pull him forward to hover over you.

Jungwon's eyes widen in surprise and flustered excitement at the sudden change in position. He looks down at you, his gaze filled with awe and desire, his heart racing with anticipation.

Your hands trail down his hoodie-covered waist, fingers running along the waistband of his boxers. Jungwon's breath catches in his throat as he watches your movements, his gaze flickering between your hands and your eyes. He's entranced, his heart pounding as he waits for your next move.

"Do you want to fuck me now, Wonnie?" you whisper, your voice laced with teasing invitation.

Jungwon loses it at your words, his eyes widening even further as his cheeks flush crimson. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at you with a mixture of desire and disbelief, nodding frantically.

Slowly, you free his throbbing erection from his boxers. He groans softly in relief, his hips instinctively moving forward in search of more friction.

As guide his cock to your entrance, you notice his hand shaking in yours.

You coo at him softly, your voice filled with reassurance and affection.

"Why are you shaking, love?" you murmur, brushing your thumb gently over his hand. "Don't be nervous. It's just me, hm?"

Jungwon nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. With your guidance, he positions himself, his cock poised at your entrance. And with a gentle push, he enters you all at once, not knowing he was supposed to ease his way in.

But it's okay; the suddenness of his entry overwhelms him, too, and he could use the moment to adjust to the feeling himself.

As soon as he feels you surrounding him, his eyes shut tight, and he lets out an awfully cute noise, a mix between a moan and a whine.

"Oh god," he croaks, his voice strained and squeaky. "Fuck..."

His whole body is shaking with overstimulation, his arms shaking as he holds himself up on his elbows, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

He's whining softly, his words coming out in a breathless rush as he struggles to find his bearings in the overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so– so warm," he gasps, his breath coming in short pants. "You feel so good... I-I can't..."

His words come out in a breathless rush, his mind clouded with desire as he struggles to process everything. He's unable to move, his whole body shaking as if on the brink of collapse from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside you.

You find his rambling utterly endearing, a smile playing on your lips as you lift his face from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. You cup his cheek gently, your eyes locking with his as you reassure him.

"You feel good too, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.

His hips instinctively twitch at your words, a surge of arousal coursing through him. He apologizes profusely, which seems habitual, his voice filled with embarrassment and nerves.

"I'm sorry," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

You giggle softly, cutting off his apologies with a gentle kiss. "It's okay," you murmur against his lips. "Keep going."

So Jungwon tries to start thrusting; his movements are indeed inexperienced–short and shallow. But nonetheless, it still feels good. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is pleasurable enough to make up for it.

Meanwhile, Jungwon is completely overstimulated, his virgin senses overwhelmed by the tiny bit of stimulation he's receiving. He whines nonsensically, his words a jumbled mix of pleasure and adoration.

"Oh god, it feels so good," he mumbles, his voice breathless and filled with need. "I-I… just... please..."

You smile up at him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you guide him through the motions. "Just focus on what feels good for you, okay?"

"No, I wanna make you feel good, too," he insists, his voice filled with sincerity and determination.

Your heart swells with affection for him, touched by his selflessness and eagerness to please you. "You are, baby," you reassure him, your voice soft with affection. "Thank you so much for making me feel so good. You're doing so well."

His desperate nod and continued efforts to get the hang of things only endear him to you more.

As Jungwon continues to thrust, his movements become more desperate and erratic, and you notice him starting to get overstimulated. His whimpers grow more frantic, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations, his movements stuttering to a halt. He ducks his head into your neck, whimpering softly as he confesses.

"It's... it's too much," he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't... I can't do it anymore. Please... help me."

Your heart aches for him, seeing how overwhelmed he is. So, with gentle care, you roll him over, shifting so that you're now sitting on his lap, your hands resting on his chest as you gaze down at him with tender affection. His eyes widen in surprise at the change in position, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks up at you with a mix of desire and gratitude.

You run your hands through his hair, brushing away the sweat-dampened strands from his forehead. "Shh, it's okay," you coo soothingly as you look down at him with loving concern. "You've done so well, love. Let me take care of you now."

Jungwon nods weakly, his body still trembling with the remnants of overstimulation. But as you lean in to kiss his lips softly, he melts into your touch, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding you close.

As you lower yourself onto him, taking him deep inside you, you feel him reach parts of you he hadn't been able to reach earlier, being prodded at, pushing pleasured sighs out of you.

Each movement sends pleasure coursing through both of you. Jungwon thrashes beneath you, his moans and whines desperate and needy–oh, so sensitive.

You feel the heat pooling in your stomach, pleasure building with each thrust, each gasp, each whimper that escapes Jungwon's lips. And he's soon confessing, "I-I'm close, fuck– oh my god, please!"

Feeling the same urgency and pleasure, you respond with a breathless admission, "I am too, baby."

You pull off of him, positioning yourself to grind your wet cunt and sensitive clit against his cock. Jungwon's hips buck uncontrollably, his body trembling with the intensity of all the sensations. And he comes so prettily all over his charcoal hoodie, the wet noises of his release lubing up the grind of your pussy getting louder, fueling his overstimulation.

Not long after, the overwhelming sensations also push you over the edge. Your body arches with pleasure as you come on Jungwon's cock, the waves crashing over you the hardest you've felt in months. And Jungwon shook beneath you, muttering whiny thanks and 'I love you's as he caught his breath, dopamine rushing through his veins, overjoyed that his first time was with you.

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I love cute little first time fics like this so muchhhhh thanks for the request <3

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lila-lou · 2 months

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 10/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Virgin Reader, Language

Word Count: 5443

A/N: This is part 10 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As Ben closed the distance between you, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of shyness wash over you. His confident demeanor and assertive attitude only served to amplify your nerves, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in his presence. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, suddenly acutely aware of the intimate setting and the implications of what was about to happen. But despite your apprehension, a part of you couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within you.

Ben's smirk deepened as he observed your reaction, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?", he asked.

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to respond to his question. "I…I'm just feeling a bit nervous", you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's smirk softened slightly. "Don't worry, sweetheart", he reassured you, his tone surprisingly gentle. "I'll take good care of you".

Despite his attempt at reassurance, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at the edges of your mind. But as Ben reached out to take your hand in his, a surge of warmth washed over you, easing some of your apprehension.

With a shaky breath, you allowed yourself to be guided further into the room.

As Ben pulled you close, his touch a bit rougher than you expected, a shiver of anticipation coursed through you. His lips met yours in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within you that burned hot.

Before you could fully process the intensity of the moment, Ben effortlessly lifted you onto his hips, his strength both exhilarating and intimidating. With a soft thud, he lowered you onto the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he hovered above you, a hungry look in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness as you found yourself pinned beneath him, your heart racing in your chest. But as Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the moment.

When Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, you couldn't help but feel the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against your lower belly. His erection strained against the fabric of his pants.

A low moan escaped your lips as Ben's lips found their way to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you arched your neck, offering yourself up to him completely.

As Ben's lips continued to work their magic on your neck, he seemed to find that sweet spot that made you squirm with pleasure. You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the sound music to his ears as he reveled in the sensation of your response.

"Such a sweet sound", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could listen to you all night".

His words sent a shiver down your spine as he trailed kisses down your chest, leaving a trail of marks.

With a possessive glint in his eyes, Ben's hands moved with purpose as he reached for the hem of your dress. "You're mine tonight", he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace panties and bare skin beneath.

As the dress slipped away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you. You couldn't deny the rush of excitement that surged within you at the thought of being completely at his mercy.

Ben's eyes drank in the sight of you, his gaze lingering hungrily on your exposed form. He licked his lips, a low sigh escaping him as he marveled at the sight before him. "Fucking finally", he murmured under his breath, his voice thick with desire.

His hands reached out, tracing the curve of your hips before trailing up to cup your breasts, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "God, I love these", he whispered, his voice husky with longing as he caressed your "perfect little tits".

Ben's lips descended upon your nipples, a surge of pleasure coursed through you, mingling with the slight sting of his bites. His touch was intense, almost bordering on rough, but the sensation sent waves of heat pooling in your core.

You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched your back.

Ben's lips trailed a path of fire across your skin. "Ben… please". As you whispered your urgent plea for him to take you, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending vibrations through your body. "Easy there, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need to get you ready for me first. Wouldn't want to rip you apart now, would we?".

"I know what I'm doing", Ben reassured you, his tone dripping with confidence as he continued to explore your body with his hands and lips. "Trust me, princess, I'll make it good for you".

With that, Ben stood up, he wasted no time in shedding his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hardened length that left you breathless. Your eyes widened at the sight, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in his impressive size.

"Ready for the real fun, princess?", he smirked.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him as a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. "Yes", you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

As Ben approached the bed, a surge of satisfaction washed over him, his smirk widening into a grin of pure anticipation.

Finally, after all the teasing and banter, he was going to have you.

And what made it even more satisfying was the knowledge that he would be the first to ever be inside you.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he hovered over you, his hands trembling with anticipation as they wandered to your panties. The thought of being the first to claim you, to feel your tightness enveloping him, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him. It was a feeling of conquest, of dominance, that ignited a primal desire deep within him.

When Ben tried to pull down your panties, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, blocking his access.

A smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at you.

"What's the matter, princess?", he taunted. "Nervous?".

You bristled at his condescending tone, but the underlying thrill of anticipation still pulsed through you. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing", you shot back, your voice laced with defiance.

Ben chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Trust me, sweetheart", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I know exactly what I'm doing".

As Ben persisted despite your initial protest, his determination to persuade you evident in the way he pushed your legs apart with a bit of force. But as his lips trailed kisses along your thighs, you were surprised to find that he was actually quite gentle.

The sensation of someone kissing you there was overwhelming, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but surrender to the intoxicating sensation, your protests fading into soft moans of pleasure.

Ben's lips moved with skill and expertise. With each kiss, each caress, he seemed to coax you further and further out of your shell, until you were putty in his hands.

As Ben's tongue skillfully explored your most intimate areas, eliciting moans of pleasure from you, you found yourself overwhelmed by the sensation.

With each flick of his tongue, each gentle caress, he seemed to stoke the fire of desire within you. And though you tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, you couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming pleasure he was offering.

"See?", Ben remarked, his voice laced with arrogance as he glanced up at you. "I told you I knew what I´m doing".

You found yourself moaning in response, unable to articulate anything coherent in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Despite your burning desire, you found yourself unable to contain your impatience, urging Ben to continue his ministrations with desperate pleas.

"Please, Ben", you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Don't stop".

His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, his amusement only adding to the intensity of the moment. "Impatient, aren't we?", he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just getting started".

And with that, he returned his attention to your throbbing heat, his skilled tongue working its magic as you surrendered to the pleasure, lost in the blissful haze of ecstasy.

While waves of pleasure coursed through you, your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to betray your resolve. But Ben's firm grip held you in place with unyielding force, his voice commanding you to stay still amidst your quivering.

"Fuck", you cursed under your breath, your words punctuated by gasps of ecstasy. "I can't…I can't".

But Ben's voice cut through your haze of sensation, his tone firm and commanding. "Stay fucking still", he ordered, his words leaving no room for argument.

Your breath hitched as his voice rumbled against your wet pussy, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. With a determined effort, you fought to obey his command, willing yourself to remain still despite the overwhelming urge to buck against him.

And as Ben's lips closed around your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, you couldn't help but marvel at the intoxicating power he held over you.

As the intensity of the pleasure reached its peak, you couldn't hold back any longer.

Gripping Ben's hair tightly, you tugged hard as the waves of ecstasy washed over you, sending you spiraling into a blissful climax.

Ben groaned against you, his own arousal evident as he eagerly lapped at your throbbing core, his tongue tracing circles around your sensitive flesh. The sensation of his warm mouth against your wetness only served to heighten your pleasure, sending sparks through your veins.

Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your cries of ecstasy filling the air as Ben continued to worship you with his mouth. And as you rode out the waves of pleasure, you couldn't help but marvel at the raw intensity of the experience, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between you and Ben.

With a satisfied smirk against your wetness, Ben slowly moved up to your face, his lips glistening with your essence as he pressed them against yours.

"You taste so fucking sweet, princess", he murmured huskily.

As his words washed over you, a sense of pride swelled within you, mixed with the heady rush of arousal that still pulsed through your veins.

The kiss deepened and the intimacy between you and Ben intensified. His lips moved against yours with a fervent hunger, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. The taste of your own arousal on his lips, adding to the heady sensation of desire that enveloped you both.

With each passing moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle yet possessive touch.

The kiss was a symphony of desire, a silent declaration of the unspoken bond that had formed between you and Ben.

Ben's hand reached between you, his touch took you by surprise, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. Despite your initial shock, you couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that raced through you as he carefully pushed a finger inside you.

His touch was confident yet gentle, his movements deliberate as he explored your depths. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt your tightness enveloping him, a sensation that only fueled his desire further.

"Fuck", he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with arousal. "You're even tighter than I thought, princess".

You surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch, you knew that there was no turning back now.

As Ben carefully pushed a second finger inside you, a whimper of pain escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

A smirk playing on Ben´s lips as he watched your reaction. “Can’t handle a little bit of pleasure?”.

You bit your lip, a surge of defiance rising within you despite the ache between your legs. "I can handle more than you think", you shot back, your voice laced with determination.

His smirk widened at your response, a flicker of admiration crossing his features. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his tone tinged with anticipation.

Ben continued to push his fingers inside you in a slow, deliberate manner, you couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you.

"You're so fucking tight", he murmured against your jawline, his breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses along your jaw. "Feels fucking incredible".

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in its intimacy. Despite the ache and the unfamiliar sensation, you found yourself surrendering to the pleasure, allowing yourself to be swept away by the raw desire that pulsed between you and Ben.

As Ben pressed one more lingering kiss to your lips, a surge of anticipation washed over you, your heart racing in your chest as you felt his warmth against your skin. Your hands trembled slightly as you watched him position himself between your thighs, your gaze locked with his as he reached down to grasp his long, thick erection.

With a few firm pumps, he prepared himself, his gaze never leaving yours as he silently communicated his desire. The intensity of his stare sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core as you braced yourself for what was to come.

With his gaze still fixed on yours, Ben's voice broke through the charged silence, his tone low. "You ready for this, sweetheart?", he asked, his words tinged with a hint of caution. "Because I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna fucking hurt".

His admission hung heavy in the air.

"I'm ready", you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I want this, Ben".

With a nod of acknowledgment, Ben positioned himself at your entrance, his muscles tense with restraint, he mumbled a gruff "Alright" in response to your affirmation. With one hand braced beside your head, he guided his throbbing member to your entrance.

You gasped as he began to push inside you, his length stretching you in ways you had never imagined. His veins stood out starkly against his skin, a testament to the effort he was exerting to be gentle despite his overwhelming desire.

Beneath him, you clenched your jaw against the discomfort, willing yourself to relax as he slowly pushed deeper. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, but you gritted your teeth and bore it, determined to see this through to the end.

"Relax", Ben urged, his voice tense with restraint. "I can't push further without causing you fucking pain".

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to comply with his command, the fear of the impending pain weighing heavily on your mind. Despite your best efforts, your body tensed instinctively, resisting his entry.

Frustration crept into Ben's voice as he pulled back, attempting once more to ease himself inside you.

However, he encountered such resistance that he couldn't proceed without using force. His short temper flared, evident in the strain on his face as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Fuck", he muttered through clenched teeth, his frustration palpable. "Why the fuck are you so fucking tight?".

You winced at his harsh tone, feeling a pang of guilt for causing him distress. But the pain and discomfort were too overwhelming for you to respond.

“I need you to fucking relax”, he groaned.

You met Ben's gaze with desperation written all over your face, your body tensing with the effort to relax. His eyes shifted from where his dick struggled to slip inside you to your face, his frustration evident in the crease of his brow.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. He hoped that the intimacy of the kiss would help to relax you, to ease the tension that gripped your body.

As his lips met yours, a sense of warmth flooded through you, momentarily distracting you from the discomfort between your legs. You melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the sensation of his lips moving against yours.

For a fleeting moment, the pain and frustration melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy that bound you to Ben in that moment.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of determination welling up within you. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked into Ben's eyes and uttered three simple words: "Just push inside".

Ben's gaze burned with intensity as he whispered against your lips, his voice low and husky with desire. "Gonna make you mine", he promised.

With that, he pushed inside you with one slow but forceful thrust, the sensation of him stretching you sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. With a sharp intake of breath, you felt him break through your hymen, marking the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship.

As you screamed out quietly, Ben quickly silenced your cries with a tender kiss, his lips soothing against yours. He remained still, not moving an inch, as he gave you time to adjust to his size and the new sensation.

Feeling overwhelmed, you cursed under your breath, gasping for air as you struggled to accommodate him. "That's too much", you whimpered, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

But Ben only groaned in response, his grip tightening on your hips as he resisted the urge to thrust deeper. "I'm not even fucking halfway in", he muttered, his voice strained with effort.

As Ben slowly pushed a bit forward, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, the sensation bordering on unbearable. You whimpered in pain once again, your breath ragged as you struggled to adjust to his relentless size.

Ben groaned in frustration, his self-control teetering on the edge as he fought the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment. With each agonizing inch, he could feel the tightness of your walls gripping him, driving him to the brink of madness.

But despite the searing intensity of the sensation, he knew he had to proceed with caution, to ensure that he didn't cause you any more pain than necessary.

Ben's grip on your hip tightened, the pressure almost bruising as he struggled to maintain control. His frustration bubbled to the surface, mingling with the raw desire that pulsed through him.

"Fuck, why are you making this so difficult?", he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "You need to relax, sweetheart, or this is going to be a lot worse for you".

Despite his harsh words, there was a note of concern in his voice, a flicker of genuine worry beneath the rough exterior.

As you mumbled some apologies, your face contorted in pain, you urged him to push through, desperation evident in your voice. Ben's gaze softened slightly at the sight of your distress, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience.

"Alright", he relented, his voice gentler now as he tried to soothe your discomfort. "I'll try to make this as quick as possible".

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, his resolve hardening as he prepared to push forward. Gripping your hip firmly, he braced himself for the final push, determined to make this as painless as possible for you.

As Ben pushed forward, his jaw clenched in concentration, you felt the last of your resistance give way.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him finally slip the last inches inside you, the sensation both overwhelming and painful.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to endure the discomfort, clinging to Ben for support.

His own breath hitched as he felt you yield to him, his gaze softening with a mixture of relief and concern.

"I've got you", he murmured. You nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words as you grappled with the intensity of the moment. But even as the pain threatened to consume you, a sense of triumph washed over you, knowing that you had finally crossed this threshold .

Ben stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. You felt a sense of relief wash over you. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull ache that gradually subsided as your body accommodated him. Leaning down, Ben captured your lips in a tender kiss, his touch gentle and reassuring.

As you clenched around him, you felt the heat radiating from his chest above you. You couldn't help but notice a change in his demeanor. His gaze now seemed distant and empty, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.

"Ben?", you asked cautiously, a note of concern creeping into your voice.

But there was no response, only a blankness that seemed to envelop him.

As you whispered his name again, fear gnawing at the edges of your consciousness, Ben took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort to regain control. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the mask of intensity.

"I've got it", he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I just needed a moment".

You nodded, relief flooding through you as you watched him gather himself. The intensity of the moment had been overwhelming for both of you.

As Ben leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, you felt a sense of reassurance wash over you.

With another deep breath, Ben slowly began to move, his movements careful and deliberate. Despite his efforts to be gentle, a wave of pain washed over you as he stirred inside you.

You winced, your face contorting with discomfort, as you struggled to endure the sensation. Ben's brows furrowed with concern as he felt your reaction, his movements faltering for a moment. "Can handle the pain?”, he mumbled, trying to hold his promise of trying to be gentle

You nodded weakly, mustering a small smile to reassure him. "I'm okay", you whispered, though the strain in your voice betrayed your discomfort.

With a deep breath, Ben adjusted his movements, seeking to find a rhythm that minimized your discomfort. As he continued to move, his movements gradually became smoother and more fluid, each thrust guided by a desire to bring you pleasure rather than pain.

"Taking me better than I thought you would", Ben murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and admiration

His words were a mixture of awe and satisfaction as he marveled at your resilience and ability to endure.

Slowly, the initial discomfort began to fade, you found yourself slowly starting to enjoy the rhythm of Ben's movements. Despite his usual rough demeanor with women, he seemed to be making a conscious effort to be more gentle with you.

With each thrust, the pleasure grew, building in intensity until it threatened to overwhelm you.

As the intensity of your connection deepened, Ben's control began to slip, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He groaned with each thrust, his breath growing ragged as he felt you clenching around him.

With each passing moment, the pleasure built to a crescendo, the tension between you reaching its breaking point.

You reached the peak of your pleasure, your body convulsed around him, squeezing him with an intensity that took Ben by surprise. His hand nearly crushed your hip as he continued to thrust into you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"Look at me", Ben commanded, his voice deep and dry, his gaze locking onto yours with an almost possessive intensity. He wanted to see the raw desire reflected in your eyes.

And as you met his gaze, the connection between you intensified.

As you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure, your body convulsed around Ben, squeezing him with a fervor that left him breathless. The intensity of your orgasm was mirrored in his own as he felt himself losing control, unable to hold back any longer.

With one final, deep thrust, Ben spilled inside you, his release mingling with yours. The sensation of him pulsing within you only served to heighten your pleasure.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of passion. And as the waves of pleasure began to ebb, you found yourselves breathless and spent, the echoes of your shared climax still lingering in the air.

As the aftershocks of your climax slowly faded, Ben remained still, his body pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily. You felt completely spent beneath him, your limbs heavy.

After a moment of silence, Ben's voice broke through the heavy air, his words a whispered reassurance in the stillness of the room.

"You okay?", he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as he waited for your response.

You nodded weakly, unable to form words as you struggled to catch your breath.

Ben chuckled deeply as he shifted slightly, his movements careful as he pulled his softening member slowly out of you. A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and lingering pleasure washing over you. His cum mixed with your blood, creating a sticky mess that dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

As Ben withdrew, he glanced down at you with a smirk.

"Well, princess, how was it for you?", he asked, his tone laced with a touch of sarcasm. You struggled to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.

"It was… intense", you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Ben chuckled softly, a sense of satisfaction evident in his features. "That's one way to put it", he remarked, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. "But don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get used to it".

You gazed at him weakly, still feeling the aftermath of your intense encounter, as Ben got up suddenly, lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom.

"Thank you", you murmured softly, grateful for his care despite his rough demeanor.

Ben gave you a small nod in response, his expression softening momentarily before returning to its usual cocky smirk. "Don't mention it, princess", he replied gruffly, his tone belying a hint of tenderness beneath the bravado.

As Ben placed you in the shower with him, your legs nearly gave out, but he held you steady, his strong arms supporting you. You leaned against him, grateful for his stability as you struggled to keep your balance.

"Easy there", he murmured while he adjusted the temperature of the water, ensuring it was just right. "I've got you".

You nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as the warm water cascaded over your skin, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the remnants.

As Ben held you close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you, his hands gently moving over your body as he helped clean you up. With your back pressed against his chest, you could feel the warmth of his body radiating against you.

His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he washed away the remnants of your intimacy. But as his hands brushed through your folds, a shiver of desire coursed through you, your breath catching in your throat.

You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, another massive erection forming against your lower back. You weakly whimpered, expressing your inability to handle another round, Ben chuckled deeply in your ear, the sound carrying a hint of arrogance. His lips brushed against your neck in a tender kiss, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered softly, "I know, sweetheart".

With a sigh of contentment, you leaned into his embrace, allowing yourself to be swept away by his strength and presence. In that moment, as you stood together beneath the soothing spray of the shower, you couldn't help but acknowledge the allure of his confidence and charisma, even amidst the exhaustion of your shared experience.

As you whispered weakly about your need for sleep, you leaned heavily against Ben, your body feeling like it might give way at any moment. You expressed the urgency of his embrace, acknowledging that without his support, you might simply sink down to the tiled floor of the shower.

Ben tightened his hold around you, his arms strong and reassuring as he held you close. "I've got you, princess", he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against your weariness. "Let's get you to bed".

With gentle guidance, he led you out of the shower, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of your fatigue. As you stumbled slightly, he caught you effortlessly, his strength unwavering as he guided you towards the bedroom, where the promise of rest awaited.

Ben guided you to the bedroom, you leaned on him for support, grateful for his steadying presence. With each step, the exhaustion weighed heavier on your limbs, but his firm grip kept you upright.

As you reached the bed, Ben gently eased you down onto the soft mattress, his touch tender despite the lingering desire that simmered between you.

As Ben laid down beside you, you mustered the strength to speak, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know you’re not one for cuddling”, you began, your words hesitant. “But could you make an exception… just for tonight?”.

Ben’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re awfully needy, aren’t you?”, he teased, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

"Yes, I am", you admitted with a weak chuckle, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as Ben's arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. "But I promise I won't make a habit of it".

Ben chuckled softly, his touch surprisingly gentle as he held you close. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth. "Just for tonight, though".

With a contented sigh, you nestled against his chest, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace.

Ben pulled you closer while you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His warmth enveloped you, casting a sense of security and tranquility over you as you snuggled closer to him.

For a moment, all the worries and uncertainties faded away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment in the warmth of Ben's embrace. In that moment, you felt safe, cherished, and utterly at peace.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you closed your eyes, allowing the gentle rise and fall of Ben's chest to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

As Ben watched you drift off to sleep, a tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering as he traced the contours of your features. With a soft sigh, Ben pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

But as he gazed upon you, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded through him.

"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, the weight of the revelation settling heavily upon him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I think Ben did actually pretty good ._.

Part 11

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yumyumpod · 28 days

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Watching The Expanse for the first time: Paradigm Shift

#The Expanse #Expanse #James Holden #Jim Holden #Amos Burton #Amos #Alex Kamal #Naomi Nagata #Steven Strait #Wes Chatham #Cas Anvar #Dominique Tipper #Yum Yum Pod #Yum Yum Podcast #First Time

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sugrhigh · 2 months

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NEW HIGHS - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- you and matt are best friends, and though you tell him almost everything, you can’t bring yourself to talk about your love life (or lack thereof). but you get a little too high after a sesh at your place and admit that you’ve never been with anyone before, so matt takes matters into his own hands

warnings- smut ahead people!!, swearing, drug use, oral (fem receiving), fingering, u know the drill

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: SECOND REQ WOOOOO i tried to do it justice, thank you @l1ttlefreakk for the idea!! as always, my inbox is open 💆🏼‍♀️✨ and feedback is always appreciated ILY

you watch the vapor curl up toward the sky, reveling in the light of the almost full moon as you sit in one of the worn folding chairs. it’s cooler out tonight; you can smell the last hints of summer in the air as you sit on your balcony.

matt is beside you, of course. he takes one last drag before handing the freshly-lit joint back to you, trying to avoid getting any ash on his shirt. you take it from him and suck in a big hit, holding the smoke in your throat as he watches.

“jesus, someone’s eager tonight.” he teases, though he does look a little concerned.

you cough a bit as you exhale, trying to ignore the burning in your throat. you know you kept that in for way too long.

“just need a brain break, i think.” you keep your reply vague, even though you know he probably sees through this.

after all, you’ve been friends for over two years now, attached at the hip since you met him and his brothers through a mutual friend.

and he isn’t wrong to call you out. you’ve been frustrated and upset since being ghosted after a first date with a guy you had been talking to. it’s hard to fight the insecurity that’s been weighing you down when you don’t even know what you did.

so you take another hit, desperate to drown out the thoughts that have been plaguing you for days.

“something on your mind?” matt asks as you pass the j back to him, and you shake your head no a little bit too quickly.

“not really.” you lie.

he’s silent for a minute as he puts the filter between his lips to inhale.

“come on, i’m not stupid.” he accuses once he’s finished, and smoke pours out of his mouth as he speaks.

“i promise i’m fine. just leave it.” your voice comes out a bit harsher than intended, and you immediately feel bad for snapping.

he rolls his eyes. “spoken like somebody who’s definitely telling the truth.”

“whatever, give that back to me you dork.”

you pluck the joint from his hand before he can protest, taking a long drag as he frowns at you.

“fine. i’ll get it out of you eventually.” matt shrugs, leaning back in his seat so he can look out at the stars.

you do the same, puffing out clouds that swirl through the air every thirty seconds. you’re a sputtering mess by the time you rotate it back to him, and though it was stupid to pull that many hits in a row, you can already feel the high creeping over your body.

“how was work, though? is your co-worker still a bitch?” he asks before taking a drag.

you laugh softly and shake your head. “work was fine, and yeah, she still sucks.”

“not surprising.”

“tell me about it.”

it’s silent for a bit as you finish the joint, passing it back and forth hit for hit. a few minutes later, he finally reaches over to the little table sitting between you two and snubs it out on your ashtray. you’re already beyond faded, eyes drooping slightly as you stand up.

“midnight gospel time?” matt looks up at you through his lashes, still sitting down.

you extend your hand to him and nod. “midnight gospel time, indeed.”

“hell yeah.” he takes it and you help him up so that you can head back inside.

matt opens the sliding door for the both of you, making a grand gesture indicating that you should go first. he’s grinning all goofy, which makes your own lips part in a smile.

he looks just as high as you feel, blue eyes tinged red as he gazes at you, backlit by the lights of your living room. he’s like an angel, like he’s leading you to heaven. there’s something behind that look too, an emotion you don’t recognize.

“so gracious.” you joke, stepping inside carefully since you can feel yourself wobbling a bit as you move.

“only for you, nerd.”

he closes the door behind you, even flipping off the overhead lights so you guys can get the full effect. you’re already fumbling to type in the show in as he sits down next to you, immediately snuggling up against your shoulder.

“you’re so clingy.” you nudge him slightly with a grin.

“don’t pretend like you love it.” he replies, and he’s right as usual, so you stay silent.

you’ve just put the episode on when matt shifts a little against you and speaks again. “you still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”

your heart is beating out of control, though your body also somehow feels minutes behind your brain. you wish you could just shrink into the couch and disappear, sucking in a breath as you stare at the animation on the tv.

this isn’t what you want to talk about.

“it’s really okay, i’m alright. i’m being stupid.” you say, which immediately makes you feel like an even bigger idiot.

you gave him too much information, and now you can feel him looking at you. it’s impossible to look back.

“come on, since when are you scared to talk to me?” he asks, and you swallow the lump in your throat before finally turning to meet his eyes.

“that’s the whole thing, though. i’m scared.” you admit with a weak shrug.

he tilts his head a little bit, clearly confused. “of what?”

“i don’t know. i’m scared i’m not good enough i guess. that something is like…wrong with me.” you manage to get it all out, even though you hate admitting it.

it just makes you feel pathetic, that you care so much what other people think.

“what do you even mean by that? there’s nothing wrong with you.” matt says softly, and you look down at your hands.

“that’s easy for you to say. i’m old enough to live in my own apartment yet i can’t get a date without it going horribly wrong. i’ve never had a boyfriend, i mean, nobody’s even seen me naked before.”

you’re word vomiting because you’re high as a kite, and even though you trust matt so much, you really wish you could take it all back. it’s even more embarrassing because you know he’s hooked up with girls before, and that he at least has experience.

his fingers sweep up a stray strand of your hair gently before he tucks it behind your ear. the feeling nearly makes you shiver.

“look at me.”

its like a command, as if you can’t do anything but listen. so you turn to him, to those pretty eyes, praying to god he doesn’t make fun of you.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. i hate to say it, but most guys are assholes, and if they’re not obsessed with you it just means they’re not the right one. you are…you’re perfect, i promise.” he gets quiet at the end, letting out a little breath as his eyes dart to your mouth.

he can’t help it. sure, you’re one of his best friends. but you also look so beautiful in the colorful light coming from the tv, with those big red eyes and pouty lips, and he wonders how nobody has ever worshiped you like they should.

“it’s just hard. i don’t want to wait around anymore.” you mumble, low eyes studying his own mouth.

you wonder if he’s a good kisser, which is absolutely not something you should be thinking about right now.

“i can show you.” matt offers, and you swear he got closer without you noticing.

maybe you’re just too faded, but you blinked and now he’s right there, breath fanning over your face.

“would you…do you want to?” you stumble over your words, but it doesn’t phase him.

he leans in slowly, pressing his lips to your jaw, right by your ear. the feeling of his tongue traveling down to your throat makes you gasp softly.

“more than anything.” he answers against your neck before biting down softly on the skin and sucking.

“matt—” you barely choke it out, and his hand goes to your hip, slipping under your shirt.

his fingers slide under the waist of your tiny little biker shorts as his lips work their way back up your jaw, to your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

matt pulls away slightly, nose hovering by yours, waiting for confirmation. you’re the one who ends up leaning in to kiss him, trying to show him how much you want this as opposed to saying it.

you can feel him smiling against your mouth as you move in sync, and you can’t believe you're making out with him right now. his lips are so soft, and your tongues begin to mesh together perfectly as you realize he is indeed a very good kisser.

he draws back again, tracing small circles into your hip with his thumb. his touch is driving you crazy, and there’s a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“i wanna make you feel good.” matt whispers against your lips, placing one more fleeting kiss to your mouth.

“i want that too.”

he’s pulling you up off of the couch almost instantly after you speak, dragging you toward your room like he’s on a mission.

“somebody’s eager.” you callback the same joke from earlier, trying to quell your nerves, and he chuckles lightly.

“you have no idea.”

he leads you through the door over to your bed, spinning you slightly so the back of your legs hit the frame. they buckle, causing you to fall down so your spine presses against the mattress.

matt spreads your legs open with his own knee so he can stand between them as he stares down at you. “you trust me, right?”

“of course.”

“if anything i’m doing gets too uncomfortable, tell me to stop and we can be done. sound okay?” he double checks, and it’s sweet that he’s so concerned.

you hook one of your one of your calves around the back of his own so he’s forced to lean down, hands flat against the bed on either side of your skull, almost like he’s trapping you in.

“show me, matt.” you breathe, and the sound of your smooth voice pleading for more as you gaze up at him with that innocent look sends him into a spiral.

he presses his mouth to yours, peppering kisses across your face and down your neck, on the opposite side as before.

one of his cold hands finds its way underneath your shirt again, traveling to bunch the material up underneath your arms. you help him the rest of the way, and he tosses it to your floor without a second thought.

you’re left in your lacey white bra, and he can see your hardened nipples through the sheer fabric. he’s growing more aroused by the second just looking at you.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” matt asks, lifting you up slightly so he can undo the hooks in the back.

he tears it from your body, and the air that hits your exposed chest brings goosebumps to your skin. his pupils are blown out as he studies your body, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

you loop a finger under his chain and pull him back to you gently, kissing his redden lips because you can’t stand not feeling him in some way.

after a moment his mouth begins to wander again, along your throat to your collarbone, nipping at the skin a bit more roughly now. selfishly, matt is leaving little marks all over you, just so he can tell people they came from him.

he kisses down the valley between your breasts, an unfamiliar sensation that makes your core tingle. then he presses his tongue flat against one of your perky nipples, flicking it back and forth tantalizingly.

“shit—” you let out an involuntary moan, arching slightly against his mouth as he shifts to focus his attention on the other.

you’re already squirming, and he massages your tits as he moves lower, tongue gliding along your stomach until he reaches the band of your pants.

matt looks up at you, so pretty between your legs as his fingers move to tug at the spandex. “is this okay?”

you nod in response, lifting your hips so he can pull them off for you. this is the most vulnerable you’ve ever been, fully revealed now as he slides your matching white panties off with the shorts.

you can feel how desperate you are already, and as much as you want to close your legs you can’t, because matt has already knelt down in between them once more. he wraps both of his arms around your thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he guides them over his shoulders.

“so pretty, so wet for me.” he praises, mouth skimming the inside of your thigh as he moves towards where you need him most.

you can feel the hints of his beard scraping against you skin, admiring the way his tattoos look as his muscles clench around your leg. matt blows against your heat softly, and it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“can’t believe i’m the first one to get to see you all spread out like this.” he mutters, licking his lips before he presses a kiss right to your center.

his tongue works its way between your lips, licking a long stripe up the middle of your cunt at a slow pace. you buck your hips slightly as his mouth reaches a delicate area, hands moving to tangle in his feathery hair.

“y’taste just as good as you look.” his voice vibrates against your core as he buries his face again, and even though his words are so dirty he sounds so fucking sweet.

you’re not even sure exactly what it is that he’s doing, but then he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flirting with the sensitive bud, and you’re suddenly a groaning mess.

“fuck, matt.” you pant, grinding against his face as he continues eating you out.

he lets go of one leg so he can bring his hand around to tease your entrance. the pressure feels good, too good, and he finally slips a finger inside of you fully. it makes you whimper as he pumps it in and out, mouth still working its magic simultaneously.

your back arches as you tug at his hair, earning a groan out of him. he’s always loved it when people pull on it, but knowing it’s you makes it way more enjoyable. matt can feel himself straining against his sweats now, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re the only thing on his mind.

“more, oh my god, please.” you’re begging now, completely at his disposal, and he loves it.

he listens, sliding another finger inside, curling them just right. you cry out as he finds the perfect spot, and your legs begin to shake against his shoulders.

the delightful combination of his mouth around your clit and his fingers driving in and out of your pussy is bringing you closer to the edge. you can feel your abs seizing up as you begin to shudder, really gripping at his roots now.

“right there, matt, i’m so close.” you whine, which just makes him pick up his pace.

the pleasure is overwhelming, so much so that your eyes screw shut as you arch your back against the mattress, hips moving in tune with his mouth. you feel his fingers collide with that magical spot again and you swear you’re in outer space.

“shit, i’m—”

“come on, pretty girl. come all over my face.” he grumbles into your cunt, pausing for just a second before his tongue flicks against you harder.

you’ve only ever felt this sensation from your own two hands, but holy shit is it way better coming from matt. you finally allow yourself to come undone, a string of moans falling from your lips as he holds your trembling leg steady.

you feel him press one last kiss to your overstimulated clit as you ride out this new kind of high, savoring the fact that he’s the one and only person that’s made you finish.

he stays kneeling between your legs even after you let go of his hair, sucking the taste of you off of his fingers before he wipes at his face with his shirt.

“how was it?” he asks with a smirk, hands trailing up and down your thighs lazily, admiring the small hickeys that have formed along your body.

“i think i just saw god.” you tease, still trying to catch your breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“that good, huh?”

the cockiness is clear in his voice, but you don’t mind it at all. after that display, he can be as arrogant as he wants.

“keep in mind i don’t have anything to compare it to.” you warn him playfully.

“we should keep it that way.”

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #female reader #first time #fanfic #oneshot #sturniolo triplets smut

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slytherweasley · 7 months

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Play fight (Ron Weasley x reader)

Warnings: male receiving head, swearing

Summary: y/n and Ron often play fight, most times Ron disappears to the bathroom for a while and they act oblivious to their feelings but this time y/n makes a move on her best friend.

You lay on Ron’s bed cuddled up in his arms as you take a nap together. Ron had come back from Quidditch practise so you had the afternoon together. The two of you were completely exhausted from the long week you had.

Ron had woken up first but he let you sleep. You stirred in your sleep as you slowly woke up. “Good nap?” He asks quickly making space between the two of you “very good” you stretch out towards him.

You and Ron aren’t dating but you’ve known each other since you were children. You were completely comfortable around him that included cuddles and pecks on the cheek, you craved more but neither of you wanted to potentially ruin your friendship.

You try to cuddle back up with him and he reluctantly gives in “what’s wrong? Sick of my cuddles already?” You pucker your lips moving them towards his face to tease him as he avoids your kisses. “You’re so clingy” he jokes.

Your teasing turns into play fighting, his hands wrap around your arms as you try to fight each other off. He moves his body to straddle you his knees digging into the mattress. You reach up to grab his biceps trying to move him but he’s stronger than you. Your next move is to wrap your legs around his waist, you use your strength and eventually he collapsed on top of you, you keep your legs wrapped around his waist and flip yourself around so you’re sitting on top of him.

You move the hair out of your face and see Ron’s red face and you realise what you’re doing to him, usually it’s easy to ignore as he rushes off to the bathroom for a few minutes but this time you can feel his dick pressed against your ass. “Everything okay?” you ask “yeah fine I just need to go to the bathroom” “I’ll come with you” “No” he says “it’s fine I need to pee” “you should stay here.”

“Ron, stay. I’ll take care of you” “I don’t know if it’s a good idea” “I want you, I know you want me too so let’s just try” you lean down to press a brief kiss on his lips. As you pull away from the kiss his lips pull you back in, you both pull away breathless.

“Here. Sit down on the bed” Ron sits down and watches as you get down on your knees in front of him “bloody hell” he says nervously “relax” you tell him. You felt exhilarated it was probably an adrenaline rush. You had never had experience in anything like this before and neither did Ron.

Your fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and underwear as you pull it down in a swift motion. Your spit on your hand and move it up and down, you look up at Ron as he’s watching you carefully.

You open your mouth and use your tongue to lick from the base to the head, Ron lets out a small moan. You wrap your lips around his tip and make your way down as far as you can. Your head moves up and and down at a comfortable pace.

Ron had never seen you like this before. He’d only thought of you in this way in his imagination when he’s alone but he didn’t think you’d even know how to give a blowjob. You’re not innocent per se rather inexperienced considering Ron was the only guy on your mind.

Usually he thinks of you as pretty and beautiful and gorgeous but you’re a whole other level when you’ve got his cock in your mouth.

You started going deeper occasionally gagging but Ron seemed to like the feeling. You feel Ron’s body start to relax and his demeanour changes “feels so good.” The longer you’re sucking on his dick the easier it becomes as it becomes wet.

Ron moves his hand to your head and starts stroking your hair. “Fuck I’m so close you probably want to pull out” he warns but you continue “fuck” Ron groans as he finishes in your mouth.

You swallow and take your mouth off his dick with a popping sound. “Bloody hell, I think I just experienced heaven” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead and lips.

“Where did you learn that?” He asks “I didn’t, I honestly was just watching you and seeing what worked.” Ron lays down beside you on the bed “I’ll try not to rile you up again” you say as he holds a tight grip around you keeping you in his arms.

“So, do you think we might work?” You ask nuzzling into his neck “yes considering I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go of you” you press your lips to his. “Our parents are going to go wild” you say “we should probably think of another story about how we got together” he suggests “I think that’s a good idea.”

#harry potter #hp imagine #smut #ron imagine #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley x you #ron weasley #ron weasley smut #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley fanfic #first time #head

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flipperbrain-awakes · 1 month

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Shadowhunters 2.18

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #first time #i'm compelled to gif everything

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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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Just Steve

A/N: The much awaited part 2 of Ethereal has finally arrived! The incredible gif is by my amazing bestie @justconfettiandsomeddew. I will never stop praising her for her immense talent (I actually cried when I first saw this) <3333

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TWS!Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been on a few dates when you suddenly realize he's been keeping a big secret from you.

Warnings: Steve is (still) a literal golden retriever, some angst/frustration, Sad boi Stevie, reader acting irrational and then apologizing (lol). SMUT - p in v, fingering, grinding/making out, dirty talk, praise, Stevie showing his dominant side (i love that), a teeny tiny Captain kink lol, but all in all very soft, first time vibes

Word Count: 9000 (I'm not sorry)

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"What movie should we watch this time?"

You plop down on your couch next to Steve, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of it.

You swiftly pick up the remote, turning on your TV and immediately sifting through the options.

Steve watches as your brows furrow in concentration, draping his arm over the back of the couch. You lean into him unconsciously, pulling your feet up on the seat as your side relaxes into his.

"We've been working our way through Star Wars," he hums, his hand finding your shoulder to stroke it gently, "There are more than the three we watched, right?"

You snort, nodding at his words, "Yeah, obviously. I can't believe you've never watched those."

Steve chuckles quietly, his shoulders lifting in a shrug, "I was saving them, I guess."

You glance over at him, quirking a brow, "Waiting for the right girl, huh?"

Steve chuckles again, nodding, "Yeah, exactly. The right girl."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his words, your eyes holding his intensely. The hand on your shoulder slowly moves upwards, his fingers sliding into your hair.

"C'mere," he whispers softly as he pulls you closer, "You haven't kissed me yet, today."

You giggle quietly before leaning in, gently brushing your lips over his. He lets out a content sigh, the fingers in your hair tightening their hold when his lips chase yours.

His soft lips move over your own languidly, the hand at the back of your head controlling your motions when he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

You drop the remote before your fingers grip his t-shirt, leaning your body into his to kiss him more determinedly.

You swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, and he lets out a low groan before his plump lips part, his tongue tangling with your own.

His free hand slides up your thigh, and it makes you squirm a little, moaning softly into his mouth.

His fingers grip your flesh firmly, massaging your skin, your mind turning foggy.

But then you pull back right as his hand starts trailing higher.

"Stevie," you breathe out, your eyes fluttering open to look at him, "I need.."

You hesitate, and he tilts his head in a question, watching you intently. You want to lose yourself in the blue of his eyes, his pupils dilated as his gaze stays locked on your face.

"Can we.. Would it be okay if we.. Took it slow?" You whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "It's just, I.. I'm not.. That experienced, and I want it to mean something."

Steve's eyes search your face for a moment before he smiles, nodding gently, "Of course, sweetheart. We can wait as long as you need. I'm in no rush."

"Are you sure?" You whisper nervously. You wouldn't have imagined someone who looks like Steve to be used to taking it slow.

Steve nods again, tilting his head to kiss your palm, "I'm sure, baby. We'll take it slow. Don't worry."

You lean in to kiss him again, and Steve lets out a sound of surprise before you quickly pull back to curl up against him on the couch. You pick up the remote while his hand finds your hair again, stroking it gently as you press play.

You hang your coat on the rack at the entrance of Janine's apartment when you enter, toeing your shoes off before you walk inside.

"It's pouring outside," you complain, immediately heading to the open spaced kitchen for a glass of water. You spot her sitting on the couch next to Melanie, both of them with their backs to you as they watch something on TV. "I'm practically soaked."

Janine only hums in response, and so does Melanie, which makes you frown a little as you take a sip of your water. You glance at the screen, noticing it's the news, before putting down your glass and taking a few steps closer to them, "You guys. Did you hear me?"

Melanie shushes you, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, "Shh, we're trying to watch this, something is happening."

Your frown deepens as you walk over to the couch, taking a seat next to Melanie. You lower your voice, watching the screen, "What's going on?"

You can hardly tell what's happening, it's some form of fight, the news feed is chaotic and unable to focus properly.

Then your eyes suddenly widen in surprise, "Holy shit, are those robots?"

"Yeah," Janine mumbles, "Killer fucking robots."

"Jesus," you breathe out, leaning forward a little to get a better look, "Where is that?"

"Sokovia," Melanie responds quietly, "it's a country in Europe."

"Oh.." you watch in fascination, your interest piquing when you see a robot in red and gold. "Why does that robot look different from the others? And why is it fighting them?"

Melanie snorts, "That's not a robot, that's Iron Man."

You turn to look at her, "Is he that tech guy turned superhero?"

"Yeah," Janine nods, keeping her eyes on the screen, "Tony Stark."

You hum and nod, glancing back at the TV.

"Why are the Avengers there? I thought they only fought crime in the US."

"They fight crime wherever there is crime," Melanie states, "They're not like the military, they're more like independent contractors."

You nod again, leaning back on the couch before you cross one leg over the other. Then you gesture at the screen when you spot someone shooting arrows, snorting in amusement, "He's shooting arrows at robots? That's ridiculous. Is this real?"

"Yes, it's real," Janine says before looking at you pointedly, "And that's Hawkeye, he's incredible, you know. He's fighting alongside the others with no super powers and no special enhancements."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh, okay. Yeah, that is actually pretty cool."

"They're all really cool," Melanie corrects, "Every single one of them is like a mini god."

"Oh, I've heard of the god guy," You interject quickly, "He's the one wlth the hammer. I saw it on instagram."

"Yeah, Thor," Janine says absentmindedly, "He's a dreamboat."

You watch the screen for a while longer until you spot a shield flying through the air.

"That's Captain America, right? The one with the shield?"

You watch as the shield is caught by a big guy wearing a navy suit and a cowl, not noticing how your friends share a look between the two of them.

"It is," Janine says, eyeing you hesitantly, "I didn't think you knew about him."

"I don't know much," you shrug, watching the screen, "But I remember that it was a big deal when they found him in that freezer, or whatever."

"The ice," Melanie snorts, "They found him in ice."

"Same thing," You shrug, "He's a bit too patriotic for my taste."

"Is that so?" Janine inquires, glancing at you, "You don't like him?"

"I don't really have an opinion, but he wouldn't be my favorite," You state, slowly getting bored as you watch the action unfolding.

"Should I get us some snacks?" You ask, and before Janine can even respond, you get up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get us some snacks."

You tune out your surroundings while you get chips and make some popcorn, oblivious to the quiet conversation happening on the couch.

"She still doesn't know?" Melanie whispers to Janine, "How has he not told her yet?"

"We're not even sure if it really is him," Janine responds, "It could just be a coincidence. The name thing."

"Yeah, okay, you're right," Melanie nods slowly, mulling it over before she says, "But she said he was really hot, though."

"Lots of guys are hot," Janine scoffs, "Doesn't mean anything. If it really was him, we would have known about it by now."

"Yeah, but what-"

"All good!" You cheer as you walk back towards the couch. You place the snacks on the coffee table before you plop down in your former spot.

You reach over to take a handful of popcorn, chewing them while you ask, "Are we gonna watch this all day?"

Melanie looks over at you before she grabs the bowl of popcorn to hold it in her lap, "Do you not want to watch it? I mean, it's pretty interesting, you have to admit that."

"Sure," you shrug, chewing another handful, "But you guys know I'm not into those Avenger guys. Like that one, Captain America, what a pretentious fucking douchebag name. And his costume is even worse."

You gesture to the screen, watching as the camera follows the giant shield flying through the air.

"You just know he'll be the type of guy to be all full of himself, he's probably not even-"

Your sentence is cut short when the camera follows the shield as it's caught. You practically choke when the camera zooms in and you recognize Steve's face, now no longer obscured by the cowl he was wearing earlier.

Melanie and Janine both turn to look at you at your abrupt silence, their brows furrowing in anticipation.

"Holy shit," you breathe out, panicking when the camera pans away to focus on a red-haired woman instead, "Wait, stop! Go back, rewind! Rewind!"

You jump up from the couch, yelling loudly and making Janine flail for the remote. She does as instructed, and watches in part amusement and part horror as you round the coffee table to get closer to the screen.

"Right there! Stop!" You exclaim when the camera focuses on Steve's face. Your mouth drops open, your heart practically stopping in your chest.

"Oh my god," you whisper, dumbly reaching out to touch the screen, "Oh my god. It's Steve."

Melanie and Janine glance at each other before Melanie hesitantly asks, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure!" You yell in response, keeping your eyes locked on the TV, "You think I don't recognize my own fucking boyfriend?!"

"Boyfriend?" Janine quips, "Since when is he your boyfriend?"

Her words make you whip around to face the two of them, your lips clamping shut. You let out a small huff before you say, "He isn't, technically, but he could be, eventually.. You know?"

Then you glance back at the TV as you hurriedly say, "And anyway, that's not the point! The point is that Steve is on TV and he's wearing that stupid costume and throwing a shield around!"

You immediately turn to look at them again, "Steve is Captain America! Is he?! Is Steve Captain America?!"

Janine smiles softly before Melanie hesitantly says, "He uh.. He might be, yes."

"WHAT?!"

"We had our suspicions," she continues, exchanging a glance with Janine, "But we weren't sure. We figured you'd know, if he really was.. You know?"

You huff in annoyance, immediately digging your phone out of your pocket and finding his number.

"What are you doing?" Melanie asks as she watches you.

"Calling him," you grumble, "Gotta find out if it's really true or not."

"Babe, he's literally in a giant fight, the newscast is live. He won't answer."

"Then I'll leave a fucking message," you seethe, pressing his name before you bring the phone to your ear.

The call immediately goes to voicemail.

"You've reached Steve Rogers. Please leave a message after the tone."

As soon as you hear the beep, it's like your mind goes blank, making you spew out your thoughts angrily.

"Steven! Please explain to me why I'm currently watching you throw a GIANT FRISBEE AFTER KILLER ROBOTS?! YOU BETTER HOPE YOU DIE IN THAT FIGHT BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, BEST BELIEVE I WILL FINISH THE JOB FOR THEM!"

You hang up with another loud huff, Janine and Melanie watching you in horror.

"I can't believe you just said that!" Janine exclaims, "What the fuck?!"

Steve slumps down in his seat on the quinjet, still reeling from the fight he just went through.

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the suit clammy and grimey after wearing it for so long. He knows he's covered in sweat and dirt, he doesn't need a mirror to tell him that, and he has no doubt that even a super soldier smells horrific after such an ordeal.

Natasha takes a seat next to him, staying unusually quiet as she sighs. He glances over at her, offering her a small smile, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she says with a nod, and within a moment it's passed, it's like her mask is back up, shielding her emotions from the world. She smiles at him, nudging his shoulder, "Okay, so, about that date I promised to set you up on, there's this girl-"

"No need," Steve cuts her off, putting his hand up to stop her, "I'm good."

"Steve, come on," Natasha smiles, "You can't be alone forever. You deserve someone in your life."

Steve nods, the corners of his lips raising in a smirk, looking down at his hands folded in his lap.

Natasha catches on immediately.

She cocks a brow, tilting her head while scanning his face, "Oh, I see. You already do, don't you?"

Steve offers a bashful shrug, grinning when he looks up at her again, "Maybe."

"Oh damn," Natasha grins, "And you did it all on your own? Well done, bud! Who is she?"

He snorts at her wording, "I'm not a kid, Nat. Stop patronizing me. And she's my neighbor, actually."

Natasha nods, smiling widely at him, "That's great, Rogers. I'm happy to hear that. Did you call her to let you know you're safe and sound yet?"

Steve's brows furrow in response, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well, uh, you see.."

Natasha frowns, her eyes narrowing.

"She doesn't really know I'm Cap.. Yet."

Natasha's frown only deepens, "What do you mean, she doesn't know? How can she not know? We're on the news practically every day."

Steve shrugs, "Beats me. At first I thought she just didn't recognize me when I introduced myself. But she's never mentioned it, ever. We even talked about the army, and she asked me about it, told me about her brother being a soldier. Still nothing, no recognition, no realization, nothing. I think she legitimately doesn't know it's me."

Natasha's brows raise in surprise, "She must not watch the news a lot."

Steve snorts and chuckles, "No, probably not. But it's been nice, actually. I've been able to pretend I'm just a normal guy, taking her on normal dates. I don't have to be Cap all the time. With her, I can just be Steve. I haven't gotten to be just Steve since before the serum."

Natasha smiles softly, "That's great, Rogers. That's really great. That's how it's supposed to be."

Steve smiles warmly, humming as he nods.

"So where does she think you are?"

"At work," he replies with another shrug, "Told her I work for the military, which isn't a complete lie."

"But we've been gone for a week," Natasha counters, "Did you let her know you're on your way back home?"

Steve's lips purse momentarily before he starts fumbling around for his phone, "No, you're right, I should probably let her know.."

Natasha chuckles, watching how he pats his suit down before he finally finds the old flip-phone.

"Good idea. And you should consider investing in a new phone."

"This works fine," Steve frowns, flipping it open and turning it on, "Why would I get a new one if this one works? I have my work phone, but it has so many unnecessary features, most of the time I prefer using this one."

Natasha chuckles again, making Steve look at her in confusion, but then his attention is pulled back to his phone when it pings.

"Oh, I have a voice message," he mumbles absentmindedly, brows furrowing as he presses the buttons.

"Maybe it's from her," Natasha smiles, watching his large fingers hitting the small buttons clumsily. "You know, buttons wouldn't be an issue if you upgraded to a smart-phone," she sasses, making Steve shake his head.

He presses play on the message, his brows raising when he hears your voice blaring loudly through the speaker.

"Oh shit," Steve breathes out, his eyes widening in terror, "Oh fuck."

"I like her," Natasha chuckles when the message ends, "She seems feisty. You need someone feisty."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Steve mumbles, frowning as he opens up his texting app.

"Language," Natasha states, but she can tell his mind is elsewhere when he doesn't even react.

She looks down at the phone in his hand, horrified once she realizes what he's doing. She immediately snags the flip-phone out of his grasp, shutting it swiftly.

"Hey!-"

"Absolutely not, Rogers," she interrupts, looking at him pointedly, "You do not respond to something like that with a fucking text."

Steve's face is tense in worry, his eyes searching Natasha's for answers, "Then what do I do? I have to fix it, apologize so she doesn't-"

"You do that face to face," Natasha states, interrupting him again. "And you bring her flowers, maybe chocolate, too. Judging by how angry she sounded, I'd say chocolate would be smart."

"Chocolate?" He asks in confusion, tilting his head, "Why?"

"Because you're apologizing for lying to her, and the best way to do that is by giving her candy. And flowers."

"But I didn't lie, I was just-"

"You weren't being truthful," Natasha corrects, "And not being truthful equals lying. I think you already know you should have told that girl the truth a long time ago. How many dates have you been on?"

"Just a few," Steve mumbles, glancing at his phone currently still in Natasha's hand, "We went for a ride on my bike, and then I went over to her place for tea, and then-"

"Tea?" Natasha asks, cocking a brow, "Is that code for something?"

Steve looks up at her in confusion, "Like what?"

Natasha watches his confused expression, trying to decipher whether he's kidding or not, before she bluntly asks, "Have you had sex yet?"

As soon as the words leave her lips, she spots the pink tinging Steve's cheeks. He breaks eye contact, slowly shaking his head, "No, we haven't had sex yet. We've kissed, the first time when I went to her place for tea. And then a few other times, too. We had some movie dates.. It was nice."

"Nice? Just nice? A kiss should preferably be better than nice."

"Oh no, the kiss was amazing," Steve quickly interjects as he looks up at her, "It blew my freaking mind, that's why I kept wanting to do it."

Natasha chuckles at his sweet demeanor, "Okay, good. I got worried for a second. So you've kissed, but you're taking it slow otherwise, huh?"

"Yeah, I uh.." Steve hesitates, running a hand through his hair nervously before his voice lowers, "I kinda haven't.. Done that.. Since I came out of the ice.."

"Oh," Natasha breathes out, her brows raising, "I see."

"Yeah, but we've been taking it slow," he shrugs, "It's not like I've been holding off, but we're both just enjoying the others company."

"That's cute," Natasha smiles, "I'm glad you finally found someone you actually like."

Steve chuckles, nodding as he says, "I do, I really like her. She's cute, and funny. Smart, too. Very sweet. Kind. Beautiful."

Natasha hums at his words, Steve's eyes dropping to his phone before he whispers, "Now I just need to figure out how to fix the mistake I made.."

You pull on a pair of sleep shorts when your doorbell rings at a quarter to ten at night.

You're practically scowling as you walk towards your front door, still in a bad mood from earlier.

You're in your night shirt, prepared for bed already, and you're unfazed at your demeanor as you pull open your front door, brows pulled into a deep frown.

But it somehow turns deeper when you realize who's standing on the other side of the threshold.

You huff, eyes narrowing as you glare up at the blonde man towering over you, "What are you doing here?"

Steve's brows furrow in confusion, his head tilting a little, "I got your message. I came here as soon as I could, I wanted to explain.." He trails off, before remembering what he brought, raising both hands to show you the box of chocolates in one and a bouquet of roses in the other.

Your icy facade thaws just a little bit when you take it all in, but then it hardens again when your eyes trail over his form.

He's wearing a blue leather suit, a uniform, complete with red and white stripes, and a silver star on his chest. His face is dirty, his hair matted, and you realize he wasn't exaggerating when he said he came straight here.

"Can I come in?"

Steve's voice pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes meeting his. The familiar baby blue of them makes your heart skip a beat, breaking down your resistance.

You step aside, gesturing for him to enter your apartment, and he takes the hint immediately. You close the door behind him once he's walked inside, turning around to face you as he holds out his full hands again.

"Here, these are for you," he murmurs quietly, studying your expression, "A friend told me it would help you forgive me.."

You reluctantly take the flowers and chocolates, bringing them into the kitchen with you. You place them on the kitchen island before walking around it in search for a vase.

Steve unhooks the shield from his back and places it to rest against the wall before he follows you into the kitchen, his heart aching slightly at your uncharacteristic silence.

He watches as you rise up on your tiptoes to reach into the cabinet for a vase, and it takes everything in him to not step in and grab it for you.

You fill the vase with water before you place it on the counter top, carefully arranging the roses when you place them in it. Once you're done, you take a deep breath and turn to the blonde super soldier standing awkwardly in your kitchen.

"So," you say, your arms crossing over your chest, "You're Captain America."

Steve nods hesitantly, his blue eyes watching you carefully, "Yes, I am."

"And why didn't you tell me?" You ask sternly, your eyes narrowed as you hold his gaze.

Steve lets out a deep sigh, his form deflating a little when his eyes break away from yours. "I liked that I didn't have to be Cap around you. I liked just being Steve."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "What? What does that even mean?"

"I've been Cap in every aspect of my life since they gave me the serum," Steve states, his baby blues meeting yours again, "Every part of my life has been about Cap. Every choice I've made, every person I've known, every single meal I've eaten has been for Cap, about Cap. I didn't realize I would be giving up being Steve when I became this, but for a long time it's felt like it."

Your eyes search his, your features softening slowly.

"And then you come along and for the first time I got to be just Steve. I got to just be me, I got to take you on normal dates, got to drink tea and watch movies and not have to think about anything other than how soft your lips felt. I didn't want to give that up. I was being selfish."

Your heart hurts at his words, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt to fiddle with it.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," Steve says earnestly, "I just wanted to pretend to be normal for as long as I could. I was worried everything would change once you found out."

"Steve, I-" you hesitate, practically drowning in the blue of his eyes. He looks vulnerable, opening up to you in such a personal way, it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

"I'm sorry," you say honestly, "I'm sorry you felt that way. And I'm sorry for being such an asshole about it."

Your gaze drops to the floor, a pang of guilt in your chest. You shouldn't have yelled at him, if you'd known how he really felt, you wouldn't have.

Steve's head tilts, a soft smile working its way onto his face, "Yeah, you're right. You're just an asshole."

"Yeah," You whisper, nodding as tears gather in your waterline. You sniffle to keep them at bay, but instead it triggers them, and Steve's heart breaks when he sees them trailing down your cheeks.

"Oh god, please don't," he says quietly, taking hesitant steps closer until he's right in front of you, "Sweetheart, please don't cry. I was trying to lighten the mood, I'm sorry."

You sniffle again, lifting your head to look up at him, "I'm sorry."

Steve's heart aches, smiling sadly, "Stop apologizing, please. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But I yelled at you," you whisper, tears now flowing freely down your face, "I was.. m-mean to you."

Suddenly, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You press your cheek against the firm muscle, the leather suit rubbing your skin comfortingly. Your arms wrap around his waist, your hands doing their best to curl in the material.

He brushes his large hand through your hair, shushing you gently, "it'll be alright, honey. It's okay. I'm not mad at you. You're not an asshole."

You sniffle again, mumbling against his chest, "Sometimes I just say things without thinking."

Steve chuckles, placing a kiss in your hair, "I like when you say things."

You giggle quietly, lifting your head to look up at him, "Even when it's not nice?"

Steve smiles, his hand cupping your cheek before he swipes away a tear with his thumb. His leather glove is warm against your skin, making you nuzzle into it gently, "I prefer when you're nice, but I'll take any part of you I can get, sweetheart."

You look up at him in adoration, your hands sliding down his back to his waist, "I'll take any part of you I can get too, Stevie. I'm sorry I got angry, in all honesty I was just scared and I reacted poorly. Seeing you up there was.. Scary. Terrifying, really. I'm worried it might take a while for me to get used to.."

Steve nods in understanding, "Of course. To be honest, I'd be more concerned if you weren't worried. At least this way I know you care about me."

You scoff and chuckle, shaking your head as you look up at him, "You really think I don't care about you?"

He quirks a teasing brow, which makes you laugh as you say, "Fine, maybe I could be better at showing it.."

Your eyes gaze over his face, taking in the dirt on his skin and his mussed up hair.

"Actually, I think I have a really good idea of how I can show you."

"How's the water?"

You pick up the discarded leather suit from the floor, doing your best to not outrightly stare at the muscled adonis currently reclined in your bathtub. His legs are bent at the knees, showing off part of his thick thighs, his firm chest shiny from the water. His biceps are bulging at the relaxed bent state he has them in, one huge arm hanging off the side of the tub, his long slender fingers reaching the floor.

Steve's head is resting on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed as a content sigh leave his lips.

"It's amazing."

"Let me know if it gets too cold," you mumble bashfully, sneaking another glance at the greek god currently filling out your tub. Your eyes keep moving to his spread out thighs, and the area between them haphazardly concealed by the bubbles floating around the surface.

Steve only hums, the hand draped over the side of the tub absentmindedly reaching out for you. His fingers brush up your ankle to your calf, your heart doing an excited thump when he gently strokes your skin.

"Thank you for this, sweetheart," he murmurs, eyes lazily opening until his baby blues can find you, "You didn't have to."

You smile softly, your chest feeling warm and fuzzy as you take in the sleepy smile on his face, "It's not a problem, Stevie. Just relax. Use the oils, if you want. Lavender is good for winding down."

His smile widens a little, holding loving eye contact, which you break after a moment because your nerves get the better of you. You glance down at the suit bundled up in your arms, "You sure this thing can go in the washer?"

Steve chuckles, "Yeah, don't worry. No dryer, though. I tried doing that once, it ruined my old one."

You snort, a small giggle spilling past your lips, "I would imagine. You shouldn't tumble dry leather."

Steve just shrugs as you look at him again, it's like he's melting into the bath and it makes you let out another quiet giggle. "I'm gonna go start the washer. Be right back."

His fingers slide up your leg momentarily until he lets you go, and you take a deep breath once you've stepped out of the bathroom. You hurriedly move to your utility room, putting the suit in the washer and starting the load.

Once you walk back into the hallway, you almost stumble over the large shield propped up against the wall. You smile in amusement, bending down to gently touch the sleek metal.

Your brows raise in surprise at how smooth it feels, safe for the thin ridges cut into it to make out the circles and star. You glance down the hall towards the bathroom, the door open a smidge, your ears tuning in when you hear the water running.

Your eyes move back to the shield, careful fingers gripping it and raising it to your height. It's surprisingly light, something you wouldn't have figured, and you turn it around in your hands, your head tilting curiously when you see the leather straps attached to the back of it.

You react before you can think, directing your arm to go through the straps before your hand grips one to hold it up. You turn towards the mirror by your coat stand, your lips raising in a wide smile when you hold up the large shield in front of your body.

It's huge in size, practically swallowing you up, and it makes you let out a chuckle.

"Doesn't look this huge on him," you mumble, turning in front of the mirror as you hold up the shield. You try to move your arm around carefully, but the shield suddenly feels heavier when all its weight is put on just one arm.

"Damn," you murmur quietly, "He really is strong."

You try to grip it more firmly, imaging having to throw it around and catch it, and it makes your eyes widen a little.

He's really, really strong.

Your mind wanders at the thought; obviously, you always knew Steve was bigger and stronger than you, the way he towers over you is a testament to that. But it suddenly hits you that he's not just normally strong, no; he's super strong, and for some reason the thought makes your body tingle all over.

Your fingers swipe over the curved edge of the shield as you hold it up in front of you, your eyes transfixed on the image, mind swimming with possibilities. In fact, you're so occupied by your own thoughts that you don't hear the tub being drained.

"Sweetheart, do you have anything I could put on?"

You whip around to face Steve when he suddenly emerges from the bathroom, his brows immediately furrowing when he spots you holding his shield.

He's in nothing but a very flimsy towel, one that fits you fine but looks comically small on his large frame. It's tied around his hips, giving you a perfect view of his firm pecks and chiseled abs, barely covering his crotch before it ends midway down his thick thighs.

Steve quirks a brow at you, his gaze taking you in as you hold up his shield, your brows raised in surprise at being caught. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, large biceps bulging at the action, while he leisurely leans against the wall, keeping his baby blues locked on you.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?"

You let out a squeak, fumbling to get your arm out of the leather straps and almost dropping the shield on the floor, but it only makes Steve chuckle.

"Relax," he says with a smile, "It's fine. How does it feel?"

Your fingers tighten their hold a little to steady it, cheeks heating up as he looks at you. You mumble bashfully, "It's uhm.. It's pretty cool.."

"Yeah?" Steve grins, pushing off the wall and strolling closer. You try to keep your eyes on his face, and not on his god-like body that's still damp and shiny from his bath.

Not to mention the small towel that is most likely obstructing what would have been an even better view....

"Not too heavy?" Steve inquires, glancing down at the shield when he reaches you, "It looks a little big on you."

You let out a nervous giggle, nodding when his eyes flit back up to meet yours. "Yeah, it's a little big. I didn't think it'd be that heavy, but the longer I hold it with one arm like this, the heavier it becomes."

Steve chuckles, nodding as his fingers reach out to grip the edge, lifting it up to give you some reprieve, "Yeah, I know. You get used to it though."

He holds it up for you while you carefully maneuver your arm out, smiling up at him, "Can't believe you throw that thing around. Guess you're really strong, huh?"

Steve laughs, swiftly pushing his arm through the leather straps and holding the shield up in front of him. He holds it effortlessly, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and it stirs odd feelings inside you as you watch him.

"I guess," he says with a smile, watching your expression carefully, "I don't really think about it, anymore. In the beginning I had to adjust a lot; I wasn't used to being strong before the serum. Sometimes I still have to remind myself to be.. gentle."

Your breath hitches quietly at his wording, the look on his face as he says it. His eyes are boring into you, the blue slowly being swallowed out by his pupils, and nerves prickle your skin when you remember he's in nothing but a small towel right now.

You avert your gaze from his, clearing your throat quickly, "Right, uh, I guess that's.. Hard."

Steve nods immediately, pulling his arm out of the leather straps before he places the shield on the floor again, "Right, yeah, it can be.. yes.."

He stands back up, eyes slowly moving over your face, your heart beating rapidly in your chest when those baby blues meet yours again.

You can feel the nervous energy burning through you, like a rapid fire setting you alight. Your heart is pounding, you hear it in your damn ears, standing frozen in place right in front of the blonde super soldier who somehow managed to steal your heart in such a short amount of time.

Steve's lips slowly part as you both stand there, staring at each other, his chest rising and falling steadily as his eyes bounce between yours.

You can't stand this for even a second longer.

"Oh, fuck this," you murmur before you take a step, closing the space between you. You reach up to cup his face, guiding it down until his lips can meet yours.

Steve doesn't skip a beat, his strong hands find your hips, and you comply when they lift you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms slung over his shoulders as you continue the passionate attack on his lips.

Steve groans lowly, his hands sliding down to your ass, holding you tight against him. You kiss him messily, your fingers curling in his hair, still damp from his bath.

"Bedroom," you moan against his lips, legs tightening around him when he bites down on your bottom lip, "Bedroom, please."

Steve grunts in agreement, stumbling down the hall in the direction of your bedroom while his soft lips continue possessing yours, a whimper pulled from you when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Once he makes his way to your bedroom, he drops you on the mattress, a whine of annoyance just about to leave your lips at the loss of contact. But it takes less than a second before he's back, his large frame looming over you as he leans down, his lips landing on yours again with fervor.

Your legs spread on instinct, allowing him to slot his large body between them, the fact that the towel has still managed to cover him after the commotion an afterthought in your mind.

Your hands are back in his hair, fingers sliding through the blonde strands as your legs lock around his narrow waist.

You pull him closer, moaning into his mouth when he complies and you feel his hardness pressing against your needy core.

"Stevie," you whimper against his lips, the soldier not ceasing his insistence to steal your breath away, "Need you. Need you so bad."

Steve groans, a guttural sound stemming from his chest before he suddenly pulls away, just enough to look at you. His wild eyes bounce between yours nervously, his brows furrowing slightly, "You sure? You said you wanted to take things slow, and that's-"

"No," you immediately whine, shaking your head, "No more slow, no. Please. I need to feel you, be close to you. I was so worried today, so angry, and sad, and worried, and hurting. I was so worried I'd never get to do this, never get to be close to you like this, and then after I was such an asshole, I was worried I'd lost you before you'd ever really been mine."

His features soften, his breathing heavy as he scans your face. His lips raise in a soft smile, words a small whisper, "I've been yours this entire time, sweetheart. You'd have to fight me off with an army for me to stay away. And even then, I probably wouldn't."

Your heart soars and emotion floods you, you can almost feel the tears pricking at the back of your eyes, but before you let them ruin the moment, you pull him back to you, your lips already missing the touch of his.

Steve kisses you carefully, his hands sliding up your sides and under the sleep shirt you're wearing. You sigh against his lips, lifting off the bed a little when his fingers grip the hem of your shirt to pull it off.

Your lips part from his when he lifts the shirt over your head, already reaching out for him to come back, but he doesn't oblige. Instead, he leans back until he's sitting on his haunches, his warm hands caressing your waist as he looks down at you.

"Fuck," he whispers, eyes trailing over your exposed chest, "I already knew you'd be beautiful, but.."

Your cheeks heat up, your smile turning shy as you watch him drink up every exposed inch of you.

His baby blues flit up to meet yours, hands slowly sliding up your stomach until his fingers brush the underside of your breasts.

You release a shaky breath, letting your hands trail up his forearms just as his hands glide over your breasts, two large palms giving them an experimental squeeze.

Steve lets out a quiet sound, one that's caught in his throat when his eyes flick back down to your breasts, watching as his nimble fingers squeeze your nipples between them.

You let out a small whimper, a sound that shoots through Steve like lightning, and he repeats the action, baby blues landing back on your face.

You squirm a little on the bed, hips bucking up involuntarily when he toys with your nipples, watching how your brows furrow and lips part.

Just as you're about to complain that you need more, his hands slide back down, heating your skin as they go, his fingers curling in the waistband of your shorts.

He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod hesitantly, but that's not enough for him.

"Aw baby, I thought you were a big girl, isn't that what you told me? C'mon, then. Use your big girl words for me."

His words stir something inside you, croaking out a quiet, "Please don't stop."

Steve hums in approval, slowly tugging down your shorts. It takes him no time to slide them down your legs, helping you maneuver around so he can pull them off, before he tosses them aside, not even glancing at where they land.

His large palms grip your inner thighs, slowly spreading you wide for him, eyes locked on yours until you're spread out for him. He looks down at your needy center, a groan bubbling up in his chest when he takes in your exposed body, letting his thumbs gently stroke the inside of your thighs, right next to where you need him most.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, slowly taking in your naked form until he's back to watching your face, "You're so beautiful, I could look at you for the rest of my life."

Nerves swirl around your body wildly, your heart thumping in your chest, but you don't have time to think about the gravity of his words.

Because his hands are inching closer, thumbs gently swiping over your folds teasingly, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip when he swipes one down your slit.

"You're soaked," he comments, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What got you so worked up, hm baby?"

You want to make a sassy retort but you can't, because his fingers put more pressure on your core, collecting your slick, and it makes you glance down at the part of his body that's still covered by a towel, much to your dismay.

"Steve," you breathe out shakily when his fingers move up to circle your bundle of nerves, "Stevie, please."

"What's that?" he teases, his lips lifting in a smirk, "Sorry sweetheart, didn't hear you."

"Steve," you whine, back arching when his thumb swipes over your clit while he slowly pushes a thick finger inside you, "Fuck, I need you."

Steve hums in response, watching how his finger disappears into you, how your body opens up to him so beautifully.

"I know sweetheart," he murmurs, leaning over your body to look at you. He rests his weight on his forearm as he looms over you, adding another finger inside you and slowly pumping them in and out in tune with his thumb on your clit, "Gotta get you ready first, though."

You moan at how his thick digits play you like a finely tuned instrument, reaching up to cup his face. You bring him down to you, lips greedily taking his as his fingers pick up pace.

When he adds another finger to your aching hole, you let out a whine, and Steve takes the opportunity of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You mewl into his mouth when he starts fingering you more determinedly, your hands curling in his blonde locks as your hips buck up against his hand.

"Yeah, you like that?" He murmurs against your lips, making you nod eagerly, "Mmh, I can tell baby, you're squeezing my fingers so tight. You wanna come, hm?"

You nod again, pulling on his hair, which only makes him chuckle as he tucks his face into your neck, "Want that too. Want you to soak my fingers, need to make my best girl feel good."

His lips suck on your neck, making you keen under him, the coil in your stomach tightening and making your body tense in anticipation.

His thumb continues its expert assault on your clit, your hips bucking up before you start trembling, and when you come undone with a cry Steve groans, "That's it, there you go. Fuck yes, you're doing so well for me baby. Good girl, c'mon, keep going."

He doesn't let up, his fingers keep torturing you as you come, prolonging your orgasm, and you can feel your entire body starting to shake violently as you soak his hand in your juices.

You gasp loudly, slumping into the mattress when he finally lets up his assault, but you don't get much of a reprieve, because his lips are back, moving possessively over yours.

"We can stop, if you want," he mumbles against your lips, leaning his heavy weight on top of you when you wrap your arms over his shoulders, "We don't have to."

"Want to," you whisper immediately, "Want to feel you."

Steve pulls back a little, eyes meeting yours earnestly, "I'm serious, sweetheart. We can wait, we don't-"

"Steven," you interrupt, doing your best to keep your voice steady, "I want this. Please, I need this. Need you to fuck me. Need to feel you."

Steve's jaw tenses at your words, and it takes everything in him to remind himself to be gentle with you.

"I want this too," he replies, cupping your cheek, "More than anything, you have no idea. But, I.."

"What?" You ask, your brows furrowing at the serious expression on his face, "Stevie, what's wrong?"

He sighs, his thumb stroking your cheek and swiping over your bottom lip, "I uhm.. You know, the serum enhances everything. And I, uh, I haven't really been with anyone since I came out of the ice. So I just.. Don't know what to expect."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh.. Okay.. I see.. Would you.. Would you rather wait? Because we can-"

"No!" He immediately exclaims, making you giggle at his eagerness. It lightens the tension a little, a smile working its way onto his face, "No, I don't want to wait, but I do want you to tell me if I'm hurting you. I don't want to hurt you. So please tell me if you want to stop at any point."

You nod, a slight worry running through you that you do your best to hide, "Okay, I promise. I'll tell you to stop if it hurts."

Steve nods, placing a kiss on your forehead before he pulls back to lean on his haunches again. You raise your upper body a little, leaning on your elbows as you watch him shyly unwrap the towel from his waist.

You don't even notice when he tosses it on the floor because your eyes are transfixed by what was just revealed to you.

Your mouth gapes open as you look at his cock, so much thicker and larger than any cock you've ever seen in your entire fucking life.

Considering Steve's size, it doesn't seem that crazy, but considering how massive he is compared to you, you suddenly realize why he was hesitant about this.

You clamp your mouth shut once you realize you've been gawking at his dick, your eyes darting up to meet his.

His brows are furrowed slightly, his expression worried as he waits for you to speak.

"That's-" you hesitate, quickly glancing down at his cock again before you look at his face, "That's a.. That's a really big dick."

Steve snorts out a surprised laugh at your wording, his tense form easing up a little and making you giggle as well.

He swipes a hand through his hair, shaking his head in amusement when his baby blues find you again, "You really do say things without thinking, huh?"

You shrug, tilting your head when your gaze travels down his body to focus on the massive member between his thighs, "Sometimes I get.. Overwhelmed."

He smirks, watching as you keep your eyes on his cock, and he's not disappointed when your teeth dig into your bottom lip right as he wraps one of his large hands around the base of it.

He pumps it leisurely, watching how you swallow thickly, before he husks out, "Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want – no, fucking need – to be inside you."

Your eyes immediately flit up to his, your thighs instinctively spreading as you reply, "Just be gentle with me, Captain."

Steve suppresses the low growl building in his chest as his title rolls off your tongue, his fist squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself.

"I promise," he replies, leaning over you again as he keeps his fist wrapped around his cock, "I promise to always be gentle with you."

You lie back and reach up to cup his face, your breath hitching when he rubs the thick mushroom head of his cock between your folds, spreading around your juices. You tilt your hips a little, spreading your thighs as wide as they can go, holding searing eye contact when his tip catches on your entrance.

He breaches your hole, slowly pushing inside and forcing your walls to stretch around him, and you can immediately tell it's going to be a tight fit.

Apparently, Steve can too, because he instantly lets out a choked, "Oh shit, you're so tight baby, fuck."

Your brows furrow a little, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to focus on relaxing around him, helping him inside, a whine bubbling up in your throat when he manages to push the tip inside you.

"You okay?" he whispers breathlessly, eyes watching you intensely, "I can pull out if you-"

"Fuck no," you breathe out, wide eyes holding his, "Don't you fucking stop, keep g-going."

Steve hesitates, but you don't give him a chance to consider his options when you pull his face down to you, your lips taking his as your hands slide down his back.

He grunts into your mouth, instinctively pushing deeper inside you in response, and it makes you let out a loud moan against his lips.

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing, his wide girth stretching you beyond your wildest dreams. Every time you think he's fully inside, he gives you a little more, and it knocks the breath from your lungs when he finally pushes fully inside, his heavy balls resting against your ass.

You whimper, and Steve groans lowly, his lips not letting up as they move over yours. Your fingers dig into his shoulders when his hips pull back only to push forward again, your entire body jolting in response.

He sets off a slow pace, doing his best to be gentle, and it helps you relax a bit, the stinging gradually turning into pleasure.

"Fuck," you cry when he tucks his face into your neck, leaning his entire heavy weight on top of you as he starts rutting into you more eagerly, "Oh god, Stevie, fuck."

Steve moans into your ear, his hot breath on your skin, voice breathless, "Fuck-oh shit-oh my god, you're so tight. God you feel so good, oh fuck."

You mewl, nails raking down his back when his hips pick up pace, his heavy grunts only spurring you on.

"Shit, you're sucking me right back in whenever I try to pull out. You're so tight sweetheart, but your pussy just keeps sucking me in. You're squeezing me so fucking tight, I'm not gonna be able to last long."

You let out breathy moans, quickly turning whinier when his cock throbs against your walls, the tip of his cock continuously rubbing against that spongy spot inside you.

You can't focus on anything other than the pleasure shooting through your body, his thick cock dragging against your walls as he fucks into you, reaching deeper than anyone you've ever been with before.

"Stevie, oh, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, ah!"

Steve growls at your words, suddenly swiveling his hips, and it makes you cry out as you get thrown into a climax so unusual to what you've felt before. You've never been able to come just from sex, and the sensation is different than you're used to, but it makes your body wind tight and burn deliciously, a euphoria crashing over you in waves.

Steve feels it when every emotion floods your body, and he feels when you come around him, your walls squeezing him like a vice.

He lets out a shout, his hips pushing flush against yours as he whimpers against your neck, his warmth flooding your insides.

You let out a pathetic sound as you slowly come back down from your high, your fingers gently stroking his back as Steve pants against your skin.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving a few soft kisses while he trails up to your jaw.

Your fingers slide into his hair, smiling softly when he pulls back a little to look at you, and then you both let out a giddy laugh as you look at each other.

"That was pretty fucking amazing," you whisper breathlessly, "Why did we wait so long to do that?"

Steve chuckles, pecking your lips before he whispers against them, "I don't know. But don't worry, we'll never have to again. Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready for round two."

"Okay," You smile, twirling a blonde strand of hair around your finger, "But while we wait, will you tell me about what your life was like in the past?"

Steve's smile turns shy, "You want to know about that?"

You nod determinedly, giving yourself to the baby blues swallowing you up, "I want to know every single thing about you."

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Hi hi, can I have some ramattra first time HC’s plzz ily it’ll actually make my week omg 🙏💖

Hiii I hope this is sufficient 🫶

Ramattra’s First Time

Outwardly, he wouldn’t seem nervous in the slightest despite it being clear he needs some guidance

He knows how it works, that much is obvious. But he heavily lacks an understanding on how important foreplay is, and that there’s more that can be done during sex than just rutting against one another— so you’ll just have to show him

You’ll likely have to ask him to slow down a couple of times, and after the third or fourth attempt to stop him from rushing into it, he’d eventually give up on taking the lead

“Now what?” Becomes a popular question when he’s checked off something to your liking.

He’s aware he needs to be gentle during such an intimate activity, a stark contrast to the typical brute force he exerts for most of his daily tasks. But he’s still partially rough in his first tries to touch you— you’ll just need to grab his wrist and tell him to be careful, and he’ll try again

But his excitement and steady rise in confidence will result in quicker and rougher movements now and again. So reminders, reminders. Else he may attempt to break you.

He’d definitely find some difficulty in being vulnerable, letting you touch him to get riled up was not something he had mentally prepared for. It’d be a whiplash of internal conflict over how terrifying it is (who would have thought he’d allow human hands poke and prod at him to elicit pleasure) and how nice it feels.

Omnics have far more control over the sounds they can produce and when. It doesn’t take much effort for Ramattra to stifle small noises of encouragement, but in such an exposed and trusting state it is extremely easy to catch him off guard. Dragging a nervous grunt out of him will make him raise a hand to cover his throat, where his vocalizer hides. (He didn’t know he could even make that sound.)

He’d be easily embarrassed if you compliment him on anything— how he looks, how well he’s doing. He thanks you every time very politely, but you can practically hear how bashful he is in the stammer of his tone, as much as he tries to hide it in his body language.

He’d have a preference for the ‘main event’ to be in missionary for his first time, so he can see your face and watch carefully to make sure he’s doing everything right.

He’d express his gratitude to you as he sinks in, agonizingly slow, for being patient with him and trusting an omnic of his model to be vulnerable with you. Maybe a bit cheesy, but he was mostly running words out to keep himself from rushing his full length in with a single shove. A self-induced distraction so he doesn’t harm you by accident.

He would invite you to keep your hands on his chest or the silver handles on his hips, just in case, to give him a small push if he does anything too rough. He was designed with heightened senses— even the smallest amount of deliberate pressure could be detected, so he’d know to take it down a notch.

But he’d do just fine when he starts thrusting, small and shallow rolls of his hips controlled by a surge of nervousness to perform well. He may even begin narrating what this feels like for him; “It’s… like I’m on fire.”

He’d become addicted to your warmth very quickly, hiking your ass higher and pulling your thighs further over his while he arches in closer to you, burying his faceplate into your shoulder and relishing in the way his sensors alerted him toward the rise in temperature.

He’d cage you underneath him with his arms, eerily quiet— focused— on how much warmer he could make you, already experimenting with angle of his hips as he slows his pace and rides into you with differing strokes.

And then your walls flutter around him and that would be the first time you hear him moan. This shaken, breathy sound that rumbles from his upper chest, and releases the air vents in his shoulders with a quiet hiss.

He’d notice your reaction to the sound instantaneously— not only seen in the reaction of your face, but additionally in the way your internals hug around him and nearly pull him back inside. He’d be elated that his voice could cause such a response, and he’d become a lot more noisy for you after that

Ramattra would find himself asking every so often “is this alright?”, and you may have to try and stay focused enough to be able to reassure him, or else he’ll stop. It’s hard to tell if he pauses because he’s worried when you don’t respond, or because he’s being smug knowing you can’t.

If you encourage him to try going faster, he might hesitate. But with further praise, he may comply, trying to be quicker while being just as gentle as before.

He’s an extremely quick learner, however. One correct response to anything he’s attempted is immediately memorized and saved, and he will try certain things again exactly as he had the first time to get the best reactions out of you. His first time quickly begins to seem like it’s his hundredth time, becoming an expert in just under ten minutes.

So quickly molded to your liking, trying things you would like, toying with your body like a plaything to earn more praise and encouragement. For Ramattra, it’s so much less about the euphoria he feels from you, and more about how long he can please you before you come undone.

But he still would like an orgasm, so he may get a little selfish toward the end of the exercise. He would whisper to you to please forgive him, pushing into you more rough than before, hammering wave after wave of pleasure into himself until he’s completely overwhelmed his systems.

You will literally have to brace yourself the first time he ‘cums’ inside you, his entire frame would tremble and shake while his limbs go rigid and lock up, until he eventually collapses on top of you with a deep sigh as he’s lulled into a brief unconscious state. But he would be up again in just a handful of seconds, and he’d apologize once more

And, being a machine with a nonexistent sense of stamina, he will make it up to you again and again if only you wish for it. Sex turned out to be a lot more fun than he had imagined, especially with a human, and he’d love nothing more than to show you how eternally grateful he is toward you for letting him play.

#overwatch #reader insert #overwatch2 #headcanons #ramattra #ramattra x reader #fluff #smut #ramattra overwatch #ramattra x listener #first time #sub ramattra #dom ramattra

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The Babysitter (18)

I Love You

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I Love You

Your heart shatters as you walk in the heavy downpour, the rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face as block out everything around you. The sound of rain thrashing against the concrete, the engines of cars, and the laughter of people in surrounding buildings all fade into the background, the noises fuzzy while your mind reels.

Completely losing yourself to the torment of your own thoughts, you miss how your name is desperately called out and how Wanda's steps quickly approach when she runs after you, only noticing when her arm reaches out to stop you.

"Y/n," she whispers, voice raw with emotion and eyes brimming with tears. You still due to her hold on you and turn slowly to look at her, taking in her features through watery eyes while letting her hands move to cup your face. "Detka," she murmurs, her own heart shattering at the sight of you so destroyed at what happened.

You don't say anything, another tear spilling from your eyes as you look into her pained ones.

"It's not what you think," she says, pushing back some of the wet hair that's fallen in front of her face.

"He kissed you," you mutter, the whole interaction replays in your mind while you try to focus on what else happened besides the kiss as it was distorting the way you remembered the interaction. All you could remember though was his hands cupping her cheeks, his lips pressed against hers, causing your heart to break a little more and insecurities to build inside you.

"Exactly, he kissed me," she emphasises, your mind now remembering how her arms moved to his chest to push him off, not returning the kiss at all, "I didn't want to kiss him."

You remain quiet, letting the rain continue its onslaught on you both while you stand on the pavement. You think about Melina's words, trying your absolute best to consider Wanda's side of it, trying to look at it from her perspective and not be rash but all that happens is you remember her hesitance.

"You hesitated." Her brows furrow at your words, the confusion and insecurity that's surfaced in your eyes replacing the hurt. "Why did you hesitate?" When she struggles to respond, you let out a sigh, lowering your head and avoiding her gaze. "You considered it, didn't you?" the tone of your voice almost pleads her to prove you wrong, prove that she didn't consider getting back with him.

"No," she says, her voice laced with honesty and desperation to show you that she didn't. "I hesitated because... all I could think about was the man I fell in love with all those years ago." Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet her own, astonished by the amount of emotion swirling in her eyes. "All I could think about was how much he changed, how much I hated him now."

Her hands are still cupping your cheeks, her thumbs wiping the rain and tears off your cheeks as you both stay locked in the moment. You simply both gaze into each other's eyes, losing yourself in her eyes like you always do before breaking the intimate stare.

"He still loves you," You say more out loud to yourself then her, his words causing doubt to stir inside you. He could provide for her better. He's the more stable option. He's the twins' father-

"I don't love him," she murmurs, stepping closer to you and letting her fingers softly brush your soaking hair out of your face. "I don't want him," she whispers, her eyes staring into your own with nothing but love and tenderness. "I want you Y/n. I love you."

Your heart splits into two at her words, part of you revelling with joy because she loves you, but the other half breaks once more as insecurities and doubts gnaw painfully at you. Your mothers words ring around inside your head, Vision's subtle little smirk after kissing Wanda, the pain and grief of the last time you heard those words joining the vile words of your mother.

Noticing the conflict on your face, seeing that disheartened and insecure look in your eyes, Wanda brings you out of the spiral of thoughts, sensing the things your mother had said were making you feel like you were unworthy of her love.

How could someone ever love you?

It won't last, you know?

Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?

"It's true," she murmurs softly, caressing your cheeks and offering a comforting smile, trying to get you to think like yourself. The thoughts fade away at her soft tone, that gentle tone that causes warmth to take over your chest and calm you down.

"I love you, Y/n. You're all I want. All I could ever want."

The negative and insecure thoughts continue to drift away, your mind now able to comprehend what she's actually saying: she loves you. The revelation makes a small smile break out on your face, her immediately noticing the shift in mood.

"There's my Detka," she murmurs, your hands going to hover at her waist as she leans forwards so she can press her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, an apologetic tone lacing your words. "I'm sorry I freaked out-"

"Shh," she gently whispers, hushing your apology, "You don't need to apologise Detka." Her head moves so that her lips can press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering at the wet skin before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"I..." You trail off, wanting to say the three words back to her but your throat closing up, the anxiety around the words stopping you. As always, she notices and understands you're not ready, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek before moving to ghost her lips over yours.

"You don't have to say it if you're not ready," she murmurs and her just being so, so perfect, makes you want to say it even though you can't.

"You're everything I want and more," you whisper with a raw tone, trying to convey the love you feel for her in your gaze and words. "You own my heart, Wanda, and because of you, I don't have to make an effort to be happy again. You're my everything."

Wasting no time, her lips crash to yours and the whole world seems to stop. All you can feel is the way her lips meet your own, the way her hands are cupping your cheeks, her body pressing up against yours. It's her, it's all her and that's all you want.

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Your back hits the door as her body pushes you up against it, the contrast between her warm home and the bitter wind and rain causing a pleasant feeling to flow through you as you heat up a little.

Your whole body soon feels like it's on fire though when her lips press to your own again, her tongue dominantly sliding into your mouth and taking control. Her hands move to your soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back as they fall between your faces while your mouths crash back together.

She steals your breath away, both literally and figuratively as her lips are relentless and that sultry look in her eyes short cuts your brain. The look of pure desire and want causes an unbearable heat to build between your thighs as her body presses further against you, leg slotting between your legs.

A small moan leaves you at the action, your head lolling back while you pant for breath. The older woman takes this as an opportunity to mark your neck once more, letting her teeth scrape down the sensitive skin, which causes a shiver to run down your spine, before littering it in hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Please," you whimper as your hands helplessly hold onto her waist, the submissive tone of your voice not going unnoticed by her.

"Please what?" she teases with a low tone, pulling away from your neck to admire your dishevelled state. Her eyes scan over your own, watching the way they somehow darken even more before glancing down to your lips, admiring the way your tongue subconsciously wets them. "You have to use your words Detka."

Her lips ghost yours, waiting eagerly for your response but you're rendered speechless by her, too consumed by your arousal to voice what you want.

"Wanda, please," you whisper once more, the desperate look enough to make her take mercy on you. Her hands guide yours to her blouse, helping you unbutton it before shrugging the item off, leaving her in a white lace bra. "Fuck," the word spills from your lips in an enamoured tone, your mind unable to comprehend how someone can be this beautiful.

As your lingering look comes to an end, she pulls away, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you with her until her back reaches the wall near the stairs. Her hands roam your body while yours do the same to hers, confidence building in you at every little sensual sigh and low moan.

"Fuck Detka," she groans when you suck on the juncture of her neck, her fingers tangled in your locks as you mark her neck. She tugs your head back and manoeuvres so she can walk up the stairs while keeping you close.

It's as if the world would end if you stopped touching each other, the contact necessary to live as the two of you refused to part on the way to her room. You lost track of how many times you pinned each other to a nearby wall, unable to control yourselves as you passionately pour all your emotions into every kiss.

Eventually, you make it to her room, her body swiftly straddling your lap as her hands drift down your body, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her tone soft and gentle contrasting the hungry and rough kisses.

"Yes," you sigh out, voice laced with neediness as you look up into her enticing eyes. "I need you, please," the way you look at her indicates what you want, the older woman's gaze softening when she sees how much you desire her touch.

"Tell me to stop and I will," she whispers against your lips, pushing you back so you're laid on the mattress with her soft body on top. You move your arms so she can easily pull your shirt over your head, her eyes drifting down your body while she bites her lower lip. "You're beautiful Dekta," she husks out against your lips, pressing her mouth to yours briefly before letting her kisses trail down your jaw and neck. You blush at her words and the way she takes in your body, breath hitching when her kisses travel lower to your collarbone.

Her hands glide up your body, feeling all the soft skin under her fingertips and enjoying the way your muscles twitch under her touch, moving them until they reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Her eyes ask the silent question causing you to nod, her fingers swiftly taking the item off.

"Oh fuck," you moan out, hands shooting out to grasp at her hair when her tongue licks down the valley between your breasts, pressing sensual kisses around your nipple before casting her gaze up, holding the eye contact, and taking your breast into her mouth. A lewd noise is ripped from the back of your throat at the way her tongue swirls around your sensitive skin, her hand moving to your neglected breast and giving it attention.

Your fingers thread properly into her locks, the soft hair heavenly to touch as her mouth works wonders on you, moving to the other breast and letting her fingers pinch and pull your now wet nipple to make you groan beneath her.

When she pulls back, a string of saliva is attached from her mouth to your chest making you curse at how hot she looks peering up at you with that dominant and seductive look. Her thumb moves to her lips to remove it, the action fuelling your arousal as she smirks at the way your breath hitches at her movements, deciding to torment you a little more. Her face returns to yours, lips pressing against yours for a bruising kiss before pulling back and moving to whisper in the shell of your ear,

"Remember what I said to you on our first night," her tone is sultry while her teeth nibble gently on your ear lobe, a small hum escaping you as that's all you can manage in response. "I said I was going to ruin you Detka, and I will," she chuckles at the way you moan at her words, her index finger moving to the base of your neck so she can drag it teasingly down your body. Her nail scrapes softly at your skin, travelling down your desperate body, between your breasts, over your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger under briefly before taking it out as she gauges your reaction.

"Please," you whimper, eyes pleading her to finally touch you. "Please, I need you so bad, Wanda please," you beg and her lips silence you, a moan being muffled by her mouth.

"Hush Detka," she coos a little condescendingly and you're embarrassed at how much that turns you on, "I've got you, I'll take care of you." Effortlessly, her hands unfasten your jeans and slide them down your legs, you helping completely rid the item and watching as her fingers glide over the expanse of your thighs.

The green in her eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by hunger and desire as she takes in your needy form panting in anticipation while her fingers inch closer and closer to your dripping core.

A moan spills from your lips as your head lolls back when her fingers finally meet your soaked panties, hips pathetically bucking at the small action. She smirks at your reaction, letting her fingers slowly circle your clit through the fabric, gradually building the pleasure inside you. As she persists with her deliberately slow pace, your hips move against her hand, grinding unabashedly as you crave to feel her doing more.

"So needy, so desperate," she mutters against your lips, claiming them while she removes the drenched fabric from your body, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "So wet," she purrs when her fingers slide through your folds, your arousal coating her digits. A sinful noise escapes you at the feeling of her circling your clit, pleasure taking over all your senses, hands moving to clutch desperately at the sheets by your side.

"Wanda," you sigh out when her fingers move lower, a moan leaving her lips at the way you say her name. You're about to say her name again but it's interrupted by a broken moan when she slides a finger inside you and slowly starts to thrust it inside you.

"That's it baby," she praises, knowing how much you liked it last time, "Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." You moan once again when she adds another finger, pumping both long, slender digits inside you and curling them beautifully inside you. Her leisurely pace soon vanishes when she seems to struggle holding back, teasing herself as well as you at how slow she was fingering you.

"Fuck!" you scream, her mouth claiming yours to muffle the noises she rips from the back of your throat as her fingers speed up, fucking you at a merciless pace. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as your hips grind frantically against her hand.

Her free hand moves to interlock with yours, placing it near your head and squeezing it encouragingly as your orgasm approaches quickly, her mouth parting from yours to whisper soft words.

"I've got you Detka, you can let go," you whimper in response, your legs trembling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. "Come for me," at her command, you crash head first into your orgasm, a string of moans spilling from your lips while you ride out your powerful release. She presses soft kisses over your face as you come down from your high, tilting your head to catch her lips for a passionate kiss.

"That was..." you sigh out, too blissed out to describe to her the way she sent you all the way to heaven.

"Amazing? Fantastic? The best you've ever had?" she mutters playfully, a chuckle escaping you as she knows it's the first time and therefore the best.

"Don't get too smug," you say, smiling up at her. Her lips tug upwards as she mirrors your content expression while you try and regain your composure.

"Can you do one more?" she asks while letting her teeth bite down on her lower lip, becoming irresistible. Your eyebrows raise at her question, body craving to feel her once again so you nod, letting her take a hold of your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Swiftly, she removes her remaining clothes, her true beauty on show as she straddles your lap completely bare. It was as if Aphrodite crafted her body, sculpting it to perfection.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she murmurs against your lips, your hands travelling down her body to where she guides you to. She lets you slide a finger through her folds, groaning into the kiss at feeling wet she is, how wet she is because of you. "You drive me insane," she moans out, your finger delicately circling her clit before her hand stops you, a confused expression taking over your face. "I want to try something," she explains, a smirk tugging at her lips as you watch her get into position.

A guttural moan escapes you when her dripping core meets your own, grinding down gently to cause pleasure to consume your body. Her hands brace themselves above your head, interlocking your fingers as she grinds down against you unabashedly.

"Y/n," she moans out near the shell of your ear, a pitiful noise escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The sensation of her clit brushing yours, the small sighs being released next to your ear and the fact you just orgasmed causes your next one to rapidly build. Your fingers tighten the grip on Wanda's, your hips bucking up in search of more friction to send you over the edge but restricted by the body on top of you.

A desperate noise rips from the back of your throat when she grinds a little harder, her mouth moving to press against yours momentarily before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"Wanda," you groan out, hoping by the way your body starts to tense and tremble she gets the hint that you're close.

"Hold it," she sighs out, grinding even harder and faster against you, the relentless pleasure wracking through your body causing you to throw your head back against the mattress.

"Please," the tone of your voice is nothing but submissive, laced with desperation as you plead the woman to let you come.

"Just a little longer," she pants out, nearing her own release as she thrusts her hips down against you, cursing lowly in Sokovian at the way your soaking cunt feels against hers. "Fuck, come with me Detka," she groans against your lips, both of you falling over the edge.

The room fills with quieting moans and sighs as you ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms, your body twitching under hers as your body buzzes with a slight overstimulated feeling.

A few moments later, soft fingers brush along your jawline and at your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes and look at her. She smiles tenderly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving off you, pulling your body closer to cuddle into her side.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you murmur into the tranquil room, your head resting on her shoulder as your fingers trace random patterns on her skin, her hands scratching up and down your back.

"Detka-"

"No, please let me finish," you interrupted with a soft voice, tilting your head to look up at her. "I shouldn't have reacted in that way and assumed things without letting you say your side of it." You gauge her reaction to your words, her features softening, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you for apologising," she murmurs back, understanding that you felt like you had to apologise to her even though, in her opinion, you didn't need to. It was an appropriate reaction to seeing someone else kiss the person you care about but she could sense a certain guilt inside you, making her drop the subject.

The two of you remain quiet, simply embracing the moment together and relaxing into each other's arms, the comfort of her body slowly lulling you to sleep.

"Not yet Detka," Wanda whispers, waking you up a little bit to which you groan drowsily at, " You need to get cleaned up and go to the bathroom before we can sleep." You want to protest, too sleepy to do anything but the semi-stern look the older woman shoots your way for not wanting to do any sort of aftercare makes you begrudgingly slip out of the bed to listen to her.

Wanda does the same and helps your tired form, cooing loving phrases as the exhaustion from your orgasms catches up on you, scuffing your feet across her room back to the bed. A content smile plays on her lips at the way you steal one of her shirts and slip it on before joining her in bed, snuggling as close as you possibly could to her.

"I love you," she whispers into your hair as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, unable to stop the smile that forces its way onto her face.

She would never have thought that you, the babysitter, would have been the person to make her feel loved again, but here you were, giving her everything she wanted and more.

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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The Next Step

Being stuck on Mount Tantiss gave Tech plenty of time to think, and now that he’s been rescued, he wants to take the next step with you.

(Or the one where #TechLives and you both live happily ever after).

Pairing: Tech x f!reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and sweetness, first time/loss of virginity, consensual recording (it’s a hobby), a lil’ cheesy pickup line, use of sex toy, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), unprotected PiV, praise, soft aftercare, some small mentions of Tech’s sacrifice on Eriadu.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or follow-on from Trial and Error.

Translations: kotep verd’ner – my brave soldier

Warm water lapped over your toes, crystal clear and dazzling in the midday sun. The soft sand beneath your feet gave a little, shifting with the tide. In the distance, you could hear the birds chirping, the island’s fisherman pulling their boats up to the rebuilt dock, and the squeal of children enjoying their lunch break from school. Pabu was a little slice of paradise.

You couldn’t believe your luck. Years of running jobs for Cid, finding yourself in endless sticky situations, had all ended when she’d shoved you on a ship with four men and their little sister. You weren’t alone now – they’d made that abundantly clear after the first few jobs together.

And then you’d fallen for him. With those soft brown eyes and exceptional mind.

A smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the first time you’d kissed him, as he’d discovered how much joy could be garnered from pressing his lips to another’s – both softly and a little wildly.

It was always the nerds.

In the past, you would’ve raced through all the milestones of a relationship, but something about Tech made you want to take things slow. To savour every moment. He wasn’t shy, per-say, just inexperienced. However, it didn’t stop him from falling down holonet rabbit holes, some of which you’d had to pull him out of and correct the information.

It had been six months since your first kiss, and although he was quick to steal more from you whenever he could – chaste kisses before jobs and heavy make-out sessions afterwards – it hadn’t really progressed a lot more than that.

Sure, he reached for your hand more frequently when you were out together, knowing you enjoyed it, and some nights, those skilled hands of his would slip under your clothes for gentle exploration. But he hadn’t asked for anything more. And that was okay. For a short while, you’d worried that he wasn’t physically attracted to you, but he’d squashed those concerns the moment you’d raised them.

Slowly, you turned, leaving the ocean behind to snag a towel and dry off your feet before sliding your sandals back on. Grabbing your small bag and towel, you slowly walked up the island towards your home.

Well, it wasn’t just your home.

Shep had been kind enough to give you and the Batch a house – and the boys had their own rooms for the first time. Omega had more space than the gunner’s nest on the Marauder, too. You had your own room, but often, you ended up in Tech’s, sprawled on his bed when he tinkered late into the night or curled up at his side when he decided to get some rest.

A few of the island’s residents were starting to become familiar, and you offered them small smiles and waves as you headed back towards the house. The path grew steeper, the gravel shifting as you climbed higher, until you eventually reached the cosy home perched high on the island – with a stunning ocean view. You could also see the central plaza and the Marauder from the back windows of the house.

With no need to lock doors in such a small community, you stepped inside and sighed as the cool air cocooned you, sweeping away the heat in your skin from being out in the sunshine. Bags deposited by the door, you searched for the boys and Omega. Moving from room to room, you were surprised to find the house quiet. It was only until you checked the kitchen for the second time that you spotted a hastily scribbled note on the counter in Hunter’s handwriting.

‘Looking at rebuilding the community hall. Home later.’

You chuckled, leaving the note on the counter before snagging a bottle of water from the fridge. You had time to kill – time alone, which was a rarity. For a moment, you gazed out of the living room window, out at the endless stretch of the ocean, before making your way upstairs. There were a few bedroom doors off the hallway, but you made a beeline for one in particular.

It swung open quickly, the familiar scent of vanilla and the tang of burning pine flooding your nose, even with the open window and a light breeze rolling in. Casting your eyes to the messy workbench pushed against the far wall, you smiled – that pine smell, he’d been soldering something again. His kit crate lay partially open beside the bench, armour stashed inside while his helmet sat on the floor beside it.

The sound of the shower in the adjacent bathroom turning off made your smile widen. You weren’t alone, after all. Leaning back against the door, it clicked shut quietly, and you moved through the room. The bed was neatly made with a fresh set of clothes laid out on it – such a juxtaposition compared to the workbench – and there were new scribbles on the chipped chalkboard that had been commandeered from the island school when they’d been clearing out their supply closet. Marvelling at the equations and diagrams, you knew you wouldn’t have a hope in hell’s chance of deciphering them and could never compete with Tech’s mind.

Eyes roving across the workbench, the soldering pen was still out, but nothing that he could’ve been working on. Your brows furrowed. It wasn’t like him to hide away his projects.

The bathroom door opened, warm air breezing into the bedroom momentarily before you saw him. For a second, he froze in the doorway, surprise on his handsome features, which soon melted into a soft smile. “Hello, darling.”

Your stomach flip-flopped, just like it did every time you heard the affectionate pet name fall from his lips. You’d confessed what it did to you late one night, curled up in bed together. He’d chuckled, and ever since then, you’d noticed him watching your reaction each time he used it, the smugness that crossed his features when he saw how your breath caught.

“Well, this is a nice surprise…” You replied, watching as he stepped into the room. Droplets of water rolled down his body across tanned skin and defined muscle, skimming scars from his fall on Eriadu and his time in Hemlock’s hands. He might not have been as built as his brothers – certainly didn’t have Wrecker’s size or Hunter’s broad shoulders – but he was still exquisite.

Your eyes continued downwards, watching as the water rolled across the ridges of his abs and then disappeared as it reached the towel wrapped around his narrow hips. “A very nice surprise.” You added cheekily, gaze flitting up to find a light flush across Tech’s cheeks.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in so little – nor was it the first time you’d openly admired him – but you’d never pushed it further.

“I was not expecting you home so soon,” Tech commented, his eyes roaming your body. That sweet little dress you were wearing did very little to hide your figure. “I shall have to move my timeline up and adjust my plan.” He stated, lifting a hand to push his goggles back up.

“Your timeline and plan?” You question, arching an eyebrow. Pinpricks of heat swept across your body as he admired you, but he made no move to change into his clean clothes. Instead, he leaned against the bathroom doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Following the lines of him, you were borderline drooling – mind swirling with thoughts of his strong arms and talented hands. The faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mhm.” Tech made a slight noise of confirmation, enjoying the way you devoured him with your eyes. He’d always been confident in his abilities, in his exceptional mind and skill, but compared to his brothers, he’d never been as confident about his body. He knew he looked good – a lifetime of training and fighting had him in top shape – but he’d often been overlooked by the fairer sex.

You hadn’t overlooked him, though.

The thought made Tech smile and reaffirmed his decision to pursue a romantic relationship with you. “I had devised a plan for today. And although I will have to adjust it, I hope you are still happy to participate.” He voiced.

You paused, brows furrowing a little. “Do I get to know what the plan is first?” You asked. Truth be told, you’d happily do anything with your genius.

Tech pushed off the doorframe, arms falling to his side as he approached you. “I had hoped to find you at the beach this afternoon.” He stated as he neared the bed, hand reaching down to skim his fingers along the soft fabric of the shirt he’d picked out.

You noted that it was a new addition to his wardrobe and was your favourite colour.

“I had a walk along the beach planned, a small stop at the ice cream shop I’ve noticed you staring at longingly a few times, and then a slow return here.” Tech laid out his plan, eyes drifting from the shirt to you, though his fingers remained smoothing the garment.

Your lips curved into a pleased smile. “You were planning a date.” Your voice hints at teasing, but you can’t mask how touched you are.

Tech’s fingers paused, his head tilting slightly as he steeled himself. “Amongst other things.”

Your brows furrowed again. What else could he have planned? “Other things?”

Pulling his hand away from his shirt, Tech closed the distance between you in two strides, leaving him towering over you. Hooking his fingers under your chin, he tilted your head up so you could meet his gaze. “Mhm.” He confirmed, stroking his thumb across your lower lip.

His eyes had something different – a new intensity, a heat. And the confident way he dragged his thumb across your lip sent sparks of warmth into your belly. “Oh…oh!” Realisation dawned on you, eyes widening as you put the pieces together.

Tech watches as you catch on, and while he’s the picture of confidence outwardly, his mind is working overtime, and his heart is hammering wildly. “Only with your enthusiastic consent, of course.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue!” You chuckled, your surprise melting into delight that he was broaching this. Your hands found his flanks, sweeping down shower-warmed skin, making the muscles twitch. “But is this what you want?”

“Yes.” He stated with absolute certainty. “It is what I want. You are who I want.” The only company he’d had during his time in Hemlock’s hands had been his own, and his mind had often wandered to you, to thoughts of your sweet smile and laughter, the way you looked at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy. He’d been filled with regret that your time together had been cut short, that he might never get to kiss you again. But then you’d rescued him – along with Omega and Crosshair – and now he wouldn’t waste a moment of the second chance he’d been given.

The warmth in your belly grew, cheeks heating up as you pushed onto your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Only if you’re sure. I’m still happy to wait.” You kept the door open for him to change his mind.

Tech slid an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. You were too sweet. “Whilst I appreciate the sentiment, darling, I have never been more certain of anything in my life.” He lifted you easily, gently setting you down on the bed’s edge.

Your hands splayed at your sides to stabilise yourself as you were placed down, your fingers finding the edge of his new shirt, reminding you of the date he had planned. “Wait…no ice-cream first?” You pouted.

Tech couldn’t help but smile, crowding into your space a little as he cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. He could spend eternity getting lost in them. “So greedy.” He murmured playfully.

“You adore it.” You replied, subconsciously leaning into his touch. You were careful not to use the word ‘love’ – you hadn’t gone there yet, worried about frightening him away even though you knew that’s the feeling swirling inside of you was.

It had only been three months after your first kiss when he’d sacrificed himself so you could all get away safely on Eriadu. The memory of him looking at you with such longing right before he’d shot the railing had haunted you the entire time he’d been gone. During that time, between bouts of rage and hysteria, you’d come to accept how much you loved him. It had been nothing short of a miracle when you and the boys had stormed Mount Tantiss and found him submerged in a bacta tank, somehow still clinging on to life.

Amusement danced across Tech’s face. “I adore you.” He corrected, gently dipping his head down to kiss your lips softly. His hands left your face, smoothing down your throat until he reached the straps of your dress. Carefully, he pushed them down, his lips finding your collarbone for a series of delicate kisses. He may not have Hunter’s heightened senses, but he was focused on your body and every little expression that crossed your beautiful face. “If you do not wish to go further at any point, please alert me.” He murmured against your skin.

“That won’t be an issue.” You repeated your earlier words, a sigh of contentment leaving you as more kisses were pressed to your shoulders.

His hands slid down your body, cataloguing every curve and dip, mapping you out as if he hadn’t run his hands over your body hundreds of times since that first kiss. He found the hem of your dress, and with your assistance, he pulled the garment up and off your body. You were a beautiful mix of fierceness and softness to him – he’d seen you take down TK Troopers with no remorse to protect him as you fled Tantiss. Yet, he’d also seen you cry at holo documentaries about small animals finding their mates. He’d seen you threaten criminals and pirates, unafraid to go toe to toe, and yet here you sat on his bed, all soft and sweet in nothing but a tantalising pair of panties and matching bra.

As your dress fluttered to the floor, the warmth of Tech’s palm pressed to your sternum, and you felt his other hand slide to the nape of your neck, cradling you as he slowly lowered you down flat onto the bed. Instinctively, your arms looped around his neck, bringing him down as your lips found each other again. The rough scratch of the towel against your bare thigh as his weight settled above you was enticing.

“Want me to lead?” You asked as the kiss broke, conscious he’d asked you to lead initially when you’d first kissed. And given this was another first for him…

Tech shook his head slightly, peppering kisses along your jawline and throat. “I would like to lead in this instance, please.”

A soft noise slid from your lips as he kissed his way down. “Lead away, kotep verd’ner.”

Tech groaned at the pet name, heart racing as he scattered kisses along your shoulder while his fingers slid up, hooking under your bra straps. He could feel the nerves settling in his gut – it might be his first time, but he wanted this to be perfect for you. Carefully, he slid down the straps, moving back ever so slightly so you could pull your arms free before his hands were on you again, reaching for the tiny front clasp on your bra.

He watched as you met his gaze, but then your eyes flickered to the side for a moment, and he paused, realisation slamming into him. He couldn’t do that to you. Not without permission, at least. His hand left your body momentarily, reaching for the camera attached to his goggles, and he pulled slightly to break the magnetic connection.

You watched as he started to pry the camera off, and before you could stop yourself, your fingers were wrapping around his wrist, halting his movement. “You can leave it there.” You whispered, unsure where this sudden streak of boldness had come from. You’d never been intimately filmed before, and while you couldn’t deny the nervousness bubbling inside you, you knew he’d encrypt it within an inch of its life and never let anyone else see it. “I trust you.”

Tech’s expression softened, warmth curling up with the desire he could feel building. He pressed the camera back into place, the magnets snapping it securely before his hands were back on you, undoing the front clasp of your bra in one smooth motion. Fabric pushed aside, his lips parted as he inhaled sharply. He knew you were beautiful, but Maker above.

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you watched as he admired you, swallowing thickly as he explored your body. Tentative hands smoothed across your ribcage, fingers brushing over the swell of your breasts. The feather-light touches pulled a little noise of pleasure from you, back arching to chase the warmth of him as his confidence grew. His head dipped down, lips trailing over soft flesh, tongue following, swirling around your rapidly pebbling nipples.

A jolt of pleasure rushed through you, and you reached for him, threading your fingers through his hair, gasping as he laved attention to your body. More sounds of delight left you as you felt the firm press of his cock against your thigh. The warmth inside you grew. Yet, with your hands on him, you could also feel how tense he was. While everything he was doing was marvellous, he was calculating and worrying, and you couldn’t have that. This should be fun and driven by instinct and desire.

“That a blaster in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” You teased, knowing the line was corny but hoping it’d catch him off guard and make him relax.

It had the desired effect. Tech snorted, lips curving into a smile against your breasts. The tension eased from his shoulders. Somehow, you always know the right thing to say. “I am always happy to see you, darling.” He murmured, tongue flicking across your nipples again, chuckling at your squeak of surprise.

He kissed down your body, eyes roving up to meet yours, and you could see how much more at ease he appeared as he knelt at the side of the bed, hands at your hips to drag you to the edge. Deft fingers slid under the elastic of your underwear, and he slowly pried them down, your hips canting upwards to help as he eased the fabric off. His eyes stayed on yours for a heartbeat until he glanced between your thighs.

Tech prayed all the research he’d done – and the absolutely hypothetical questions he’d fired at Hunter – would help. He traced his fingers gently across your inner thighs, watching with delight as you shivered. His lips followed in their wake, brushing your soft skin until he reached your soaked folds. He’d barely touched you, yet you were so needy for him. It made his mind spin as he leaned in, finally tasting you, groaning lowly as your desire coated his tongue and lips.

Soft kitten licks, fingers stroking along your thighs, Tech took his time tasting you, exploring you. He pressed his tongue into you, slowly licking up before he flicked it over your clit, making you moan. Your hand slid back into his hair, the other grasping the bedsheets. The noises falling from your lips were driving him crazy, his cock hard and straining against the towel around his waist, but he refused to touch himself, focussing instead on your pleasure.

Hips rocked as you chased his tongue; you were desperate for more. With every lick, every kiss, the edge drew tantalisingly closer. Fingers tangled in his hair and the bedsheets, you didn’t register Tech’s subtle movements until his tongue disappeared just as you teetered on the edge – but your despair was short-lived as cool, vibrating metal was pressed firmly against your clit. The pleasure hit its peak, flinging you into your orgasm. Crying out his name with your head thrown back, your hips and thighs shook as you rode through it, the vibrations slowing until they disappeared entirely, and his warm mouth was back on you, lapping up your release.

Tech greedily took what he could, letting out a deep moan as he licked his lips, pulling back to look up the length of your body. You looked divine with a thin sheen of sweat on your skin, parted lips, and messy hair.

Pride bloomed in his chest at having made you this way, but he could see a question tangled with the wild look in your eyes. With one hand, he lifted the small device he’d finished only 30 minutes before you’d entered his room, his eyes darting to his workbench in answer, a smug smile on his lips.

Laughter escaped you before you could stop it, amusement creasing your features as you sank back into the mattress, catching your breath. Of course, he’d made something special for this moment.

Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you hook your fingers under his chin, not too dissimilar to his earlier action, and draw him onto the bed beside you. He complied, eagerness shining in his eyes as he watched you push him flat and straddle him, the most devastatingly pretty moan fleeing his lips as you ground down against his hard cock. Grasping at the towel, you undid it, shifting to let it fall open.

Lips latching onto his throat, you smattered kisses down his body, finding every spot that made him twitch and shiver, that pulled grunts and sharp inhales from him. You spent a moment longer kissing one of the particularly brutal scars on his body, left behind from his fall, and sent a silent thanks to the Maker for giving him back to you.

And then you reached your destination. You’d had your hands on him, albeit over clothes, but now you get the whole experience. His cock is achingly hard – thick and just the right length, with a slight curve to the left. You catch the flex of his hands against the bedsheets, the only outward sign that he’s nervous, and you ease his worry by wrapping your fingers around him, sliding your lips over the tip to lap up the small bead of pre-cum. The tangy taste of him explodes on your tongue.

It’s like being in heaven. Tech’s hips bucked as the soft wetness of your mouth enveloped him, gasping as your hand tightened around him and you gave a few slow bobs of your head. Nothing in the galaxy had ever felt this good – not the satisfaction of cracking a complex calculation or a challenging mission that had finally swung in their favour. Even the few times he’d taken himself in hand to work off some stress had never felt this good.

Glancing down his body, one of his hands scraped through your hair, keeping it off your face. He watched how your lips stretched around him, your cheeks hollowed, and your eyes closed as you moaned around him. Cursing under his breath as you looked up at him a moment later, lips and tongue sliding along his length, he knew this memory would be seared into his brain for the rest of his life – and would likely be his most replayed recording. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered reverently, the words escaping him before he could even think to stop them. The surprise and delight in your eyes at the praise only added to his pleasure.

And while everything you were doing took him to new heights, ones he never thought he’d reach in his short lifetime, Tech reluctantly stopped you with a gentle hand on your cheek. “I will not last long if you continue, darling.” He admitted, feeling the heat in his cheeks.

With a quiet ‘pop,’ your mouth leaves him, the ache between your thighs growing. Your hands settled against his chest as he shifted you both, rolling you onto your back so he could rest above you, one arm holding up his weight. Desire and adoration curled inside you as he gazed down at you, head ducking to steal a sweet kiss. Thighs parting slowly, you made more room for him.

His free hand wrapped around his cock, and he adjusted your position to line himself up with you, brushing his tip through your soaked folds, making you both stifle a moan. He paused momentarily, eyes focused on yours, searching for any hint of you having changed your mind. Instead, he was met with your encouraging smile.

As Tech canted his hips, the stretch was almost immediate. A low whine left you as he slowly pressed forward, giving you time to adjust as he buried himself inch by inch inside you until he bottomed out, hips flush. You couldn’t keep your gaze off him the entire time, watching his eyes close and his jaw clench as he savoured the tight, wet heat.

Tech had thought your mouth on his cock was heaven, but he’d been wrong. Being buried balls-deep in your tight, warm body was actual heaven. Eyes opening, he looked down, breath catching at the sight of you sprawled beneath him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, desire swirling in your gorgeous eyes. “You look so beautiful taking all of me.” He murmured, giving a slow roll of his hips.

Your combined noises of pleasure filled the air. His sweet drag in and out of you was exquisite – thick enough for a delicious stretch and long enough to hit that glorious spot inside you when he pressed back in. Your head tilted back, a quiet curse falling from your lips as he started to thrust, setting a comfortable pace.

The hand Tech had used to guide himself into you moved to your hip, gently grasping you, keeping you in place. Every nerve in his body felt alight. You’re so perfect, and for a moment, he can’t wrap his head around you being his.

You’ve had lovers before – sometimes for a night and sometimes for a little longer – but you’ve never loved them. Not like you do the man above you now, who plans sweet dates and is always reaching for you, who spends his downtime tinkering and making things with your pleasure in mind.

The pleasure builds with every roll of his hips, every deep press of himself into you. Your hands scramble at the rumpled bedsheets, hips rising as you meet his thrusts.

“You feel so good, darling. Taking me so well.” Tech murmured above you, focused on holding back his release a little longer. He lets go of your hip, fingers burrowing between your bodies until he finds your clit, wanting you to come before he does.

A few firm circles and a couple more thrusts were all it took for you to fall apart, crying out his name as your release slammed into you, sweeping you up. Eyes shutting, you shuddered and gasped through the pleasure. Every thought in your mind was gone, warmth seeping through your body as you came down from the high, feeling Tech pressing urgent kisses across your cheek.

“I cannot…where?” Tech gritted out. Watching you fall apart beneath him had been magnificent, knowing he’d taken you there again. And the way your body had tightened around his…

“Inside.” Your decision was quick, knowing the small implant in your arm would prevent anything from happening. Tech was also aware of it, having discovered it one night while his hands mapped your body.

His forehead came to rest against yours as he gave a few more quick thrusts. And then he went still, pressing himself as deep inside of you as possible as his thighs shook, body going taut. His deep moan as he filled you sent a shiver skittering down your spine. It was such a rough, raw sound from such a mild-mannered man.

Foreheads still pressed together, both of you spent a second catching your breath, coming down from the high together. “Thank you.” Tech broke the silence, gently kissing your lips.

A delighted hum escaped you at the sweet gesture, and you returned his kiss happily. “You don’t have to thank me.” You insisted in a whisper, bringing your hands up to brush through his hair and across his shoulders, enjoying the contact.

His lips found yours again, a more sensual kiss this time, but still languid. With care, he eased out of you, murmuring for you to stay put as he disappeared out of the bedroom door – still completely naked, you noted with some amusement.

The moment alone allowed your mind to wander, a smile tugging at your lips as you caught sight of the small vibrator at the edge of the bed. Sitting up, you went to reach for it just as Tech returned, a damp cloth in one hand and…

Laughter filled the room, a grin breaking across your face as he handed you a small takeaway tub of ice cream from the little shop down at the seafront. Taking the spoon he offered, you stared at him and his smirk with unabashed adoration. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat, carefully using the damp cloth to clean away the evidence of your lovemaking. He tossed it aside once you were suitably cleaned, scooting next to you.

The first spoonful of ice cream was delicious, melting on your tongue, exploding with flavour, and chasing away the heat simmering in your body. Scooping up some more, you offered it to Tech, who leant forward and accepted the offering, joy dancing in his soft eyes as he swallowed. He’d swung by the shop earlier today, just in case.

As he watched you eat, he couldn’t keep his hands off you, running them up your bare thighs and across the softness of your stomach and breasts.

“You always think of everything.” You commented once you’d finished your latest mouthful, offering him another spoonful.

Tech gladly took it, enjoying the refreshing treat as his eyes wandered over you in his bed, sated and happy. He could get used to this. “I always think of you.”