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jilixthinker · 4 months

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i always know

=͟͟͞♡ seungmin × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ fluffy period sex

word count: 4K

content warning: smut, explicit sexual content, established relationship, kinda sub!seungmin, period sex, unprotected sex (piv), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), it's grafic and fluffy

a/c: i wrote this for my pure enjoyment because period!sex should be debunked and seungmin is just so... fitting. enjoy this ♡

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"What do you need again?"

Seungmin's voice is ruffled and far. You can hear people talking in the background and the annoying beeping sounds of cash registers.

"Just the regular pads I always buy." You huff, hot bottle strategically placed on your lower stomach and phone on speaker. The fact that you had to do anything today is literally a crime. You had to go to work, 8 infinite hours of cramps and shivers, and then grocery shopping. And, of course, you forgot to buy your pads.

Seungmin finished his shift 30 minutes ago, and he called to check on you, asking if you were feeling like eating Chinese for dinner. That's when it popped into your mind.

"Uhm. The purple ones, right?". You can hear him searching through the boxes to find the right one.

"Yes, just those." You mutter, another dart of dull pain spikes through your abdomen, making you curl on yourself.

The painkiller you took with lunch wore off hours ago and you cannot take another one without eating before, or it will upset your stomach.

"Okay. 10 minutes and I'll be home. I am so sorry".

You roll from your side onto your back, hugging the hot bottle tighter to your tummy and drawing your knees towards your chest. Kim Seungmin is the best boyfriend in the entire world, a true angel, and you know it. That's why you say it all the time.

"Kim Seungmin, you are the best boyfriend in the entire world."

Seungmin's laugh is quiet and shy while you hear him paying for your box of pads.

"I'm not. Coming."

You close your eyes trying to relax, but it doesn’t work. You watch your own chest rise and fall in the overwhelming quiet of the room until the silence is too much, and you look for the remote, stuck under the million of cushions on your sofa. You put one of your favorite kdramas on, and you lazily start to watch it until you hear the sound of keys just outside the door.

You sit up, keeping your hot bottle on your stomach. The sound is followed by the shuffle of footsteps and the sound of Seungmin's soft voice.

"Hi." He waves as soon as he sees you, splayed on the couch.

"Hi," you respond. You try to keep the discomfort out of your voice, even if Seungmin knows how much painful your periods can be. Your pale face doesn't hide anything as well.

He rounds the corner and he tilts his head at you. His new blondish hair partially covers his puppy eyes, but it makes him look so soft and cuddly that you don't mind.

"Are you alright?". He asks you while he starts to set the table for the take-out.

"Yeah, fine". You rub your face and move against the arm of the couch. "Always the same".

"Mhm." Seungmin nods and places two napkins and your chopsticks on the table before heading for the kitchen. You watch him opening two boxes of stir fried noodles and one of caramelized tofu, together with some mushrooms and veggies.

"Ready." He smiles and comes toward you, offering his hand as a support for standing up. When you both sit at the table, he fills your plate before his.

"Why are you so sweet today?" You ask, picking up your chopstick and starting munching on some veggies.

He ducks his head with a cute wink. "I am always sweet. Also, you are hurting." He squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. You stuff a piece of tofu inside your mouth.

"I am not hur-".Then another cramp twists through your lower belly and you groan.

"Oh, love." He coos, and looking up, you realize he has a worried look in his eyes. "Wait, let me help you eat".

Before you can mount any protest, he takes your chopsticks from your hands and bring a piece of tofu and mushrooms in front of your mouth. You look at him steadily.

"I am not a child." You huff, but the pain humbles you quickly with a sharp cramp.

"How many times have you mothered me when I was sick? Let me pamper you every once in a while." And then he looks at you with the softest eyes he could master. "Please?"

You lift your legs to place them on his laps and you silently open your mouth. The flavorful taste of the food calming your senses just a little. Seungmin alternates one mouthful of food for you and one for himself for a few minutes. The vision is so caring and sweet that makes your heart ache.

When you both finish eating, Seungmin places a tiny kiss on your cheek before starting to clear the table. You patiently wait for him to finish and, when he is done, he hands you a big glass of water with one of your painkillers.

"I feel awful". You admit after chugging the pill together with half of the water.

Seungmin nods, and he gently circles your hips with his arm, helping you standing up again. He rests one of his hands on your hipbone and caresses it. "What can I do?".

"Nothing, Min." you reply. "I'm not dying. It will pass, eventually. It happens every month". You glare and hope he can stop worrying that much before you start feeling guilty.

"Why don't you choose something nice to watch while I prepare the bed and make another hot bottle?"

The thought of you two cuddling on your warm bed until the painkillers kick in and you can fall asleep is very tempting.

"Sure. I am gonna change my pad real quick and put my pajamas on."

Seungmin smiles and you pick up the box he bought for you from a shopping bag, heading to the bathroom.

After taking the quickest shower and putting a fluffy set of pajamas, you enter in your room. Seungmin turned on just the background lights, the softer ones, and he is waiting for you under the covers. He created what it seems to be a nest of blankets, soft and warm. You snuggle next to him and he covers you with one of them, the hot bottle waiting for you.

You hug his chest and he places one arm around your shoulders, pressing the bottle on your stomach and making sure you are all covered with the blankets. The TV in front of your bed is already on.

"I don't deserve you." You whisper, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. He smells nice, fresh and clean as always.

"You deserve any of this and more". He turns his head to press a peck on your forehead, and he tightens his hug. You puff some air while snuggling up. The warmth of his body feels just right against your aching stomach, and in just a few seconds you begin to feel better already.

"How can you always find out what I need?" You ask, the sound of your voice is muffled by the skin of his neck, and Seungmin lets out a tiny laugh.

"Well, it's simple. I love you. I always know." He murmurs, settling his hand on the nape of your neck. Your eyes slip shut, you still feel an uncomfortable tightness in your lower stomach, but it's definitively decreasing.

Seungmin finds the remote control and clicks on the same episode of the drama you were watching before. His touch melts down your skin, warm and soft, soothing the tension of your muscles and bringing you the relief you’ve been craving the whole day.

The voices of the drama seem far while you bring your right leg to straddle Seungmin's.

"This feels so nice". You whisper on his skin.

Seungmin smiles and starts to hum a lullaby. The vibrations are low and you start to think you might even fall asleep like this. Then, another cramp hits you and suddenly you are wide awake again.

"That bad?" Seungmin's hands settle on your hips and travel to your back, massaging your spine in tiny circles, trying to help you with the pain.

"Uhm." You reply. His fingers catch on the hem of your pajamas shirt and he starts to press the pads on your bare skin. He keeps the pressure consistent and your back arches slightly into his. You shuffle closer to him. The heat of his hands on your back is a pleasing distraction from the ache spreading through your pelvis.

"Does it help a little?" He whispers while pressing another kiss on your temple.

"It feels good." You mumble. The noise is muffled in the soft fabric of Seungmin's sweater.

He nods, and for a few minutes he keeps alternating between applying pressure to your back and running his hands up and down your spine. You hum from deep in your chest as you feel yourself go loose in his arms. The cramps on your abdomen lighten and you tilt your head to the side to face him.

"Kiss?" You demand, voice all groggy and low.

Seungmin lowers his face to press his lips against yours. They are plump and soft, and they taste like mint. You lazily open your mouth and let your tongue lap his lower lip. He lets you do it for a bit, until you start nibbling at it and you feel getting restless under the warm covers.

"Getting better?" He asks without letting your mouth go.

You nod and his right hand comes up to cup your cheek. The other one is still on your lower back, caressing the skin over your pajama pants.

Seungmin hums slowly and the sound vibrates into you. He parts his lips and licks into your mouth while your grip on him becomes tighter.

"Can I try something?" He breathes on you. The pressure of his hand on your back is firmer than before, and his fingers feel hot against your sensitive skin.

"Something like?" you stop to look up to him. He looks a little bit flushed, but you're sure you look worse.

"Something than can help you. And something that I wanted to try for a while."

You feel a slight shiver on the skin of your back. You nod and lower your face to press your lips on his cheek, leaving an open mouthed kiss on it. Seungmin cups your chin again and slips the tip of his tongue inside your waiting mouth. You hum pleasantly, trying to deepen the kiss, until finally Seungmin gives in and lets you.

Your lower stomach is still throbbing with pain, but you quickly feel a wave of warmth spreading on your belly. It feels like Seungmin is making everything hot, every little part of you that he gets to touch. He starts to drag his warm tongue along your lips while his hands tease the place where your skin meets the fabric of your pants. When he starts to play with the elastic band underneath, you lazily detach your mouth from his.

"Min?"

"Uh?" He leans back a little, but his lips find the tender spot under your ear and he begins to kiss you there.

"I am getting really horny." You admit. Your eyes slip shut and you lean on his touch.

"That's perfect." He murmurs, sucking a tiny portion of skin into his mouth and bringing his hands to cup your ass over the fabric of your pajamas. You moan at the touch and you press your body firmly against his.

"Is this okay?" He asks, sucking another bite into the skin of your neck.

You roll your head back onto the pillow under you, giving him more space. The soft light reflects on his brown eyes, glazy and dusted with arousal.

"Very."

Seungmin licks a stripe up your throat, all the way to your ear, and he gently rolls you on the bed until you are laying completely on your back. Even if his touch is light, you wince when he lays a hand on your stomach, slipping his fingers under your waistband. He dips his head to kiss the corner of your mouth, and then at the exposed skin of your collarbones, where the collar of your pajamas has slipped to the side.

You gasp when he slowly slips his hand underneath your pants and his fingers find your underwear. You stop tensing your legs, letting them fall apart slowly, and his fingers brush lower, over your inner thighs.

You’re so sensitive like this that you feel you could explode any moment now. The warmth of the room, combined with all the hormones flooding your body, heighten every little touch.

Seungmin's knuckles brush against the fabric of your cotton panties, and he slips a finger under the elastic band, finally pulling them off together with your pants. The induments fall on the floor, and that's when you remember your conditions.

"Minnie... I think we should grab a towel."

Seungmin kneels on the mattress in between your parted legs, and grab your knees to keep them open. "I don't care about the towel."

You are about to protest when one of Seungmin's hands slips lower and you feel the first brush of his fingers on you. A moan escapes from your mouth and your eyes flutter shut. And when he finally touches you, you keen.

He cups you fully, his palm resting over your pulsating core and thumb starting to rub your clit. You feel his pad tickling the tight bundle of nerves before dipping his fingers lower to tease at your entrance.

"Fuck."

You smell your own blood and arousal thick in the air, and it's so primal and raw that you feel lightheaded.

Seungmin presses in, his fingertip just dipping into you, and you drop your head against the pillow with a long a whine.

"You look beautiful." He murmurs. He inches his middle finger deeper and you can feel the squelching noise your pussy is letting out. The gushing sound reverberates in the room and it makes your head spin.

He presses the heel of his hand down and grinds it against your core, while he places his other hand on the lowest part of your belly.

"You look so good between my legs." You breathe out, circling your hips into his touch. His finger is fully inside inside you, but you are so wet that you need something more to feel stuffed.

Seungmin chuckles and he kisses your abdomen, pushing his finger in and out and pulling lewd noises out of you.

"Give me another one."

"Yes." He eases another finger into you, circling your folds with his pad before fucking it into you.

"Good boy."

He holds your body steady with his arm around your left thigh. He crooks his fingers to rub against the spongy spot inside you and your leg twitches. Your whole body is thick with desire and you feel so sensitive that you could come just from the obscene sound of Seungmin fucking your own blood into you.

He keeps you open like this for a few minutes, thrusting his fingers inside, and then smearing all of your liquids around your folds. Then he curls them again deeper into you.

When he slides his third finger in, you can feel yourself dripping on his wrist. And it should be gross, it should be revolting, but the only thought your brain can produce is hot hot hot hot. You bring your hand down and grab Seungmin's forearm, regulating his pushes and feeling his muscles flexing under his skin as he fuck you steadily.

"I wan' taste." Seungmin hums after a minute. His chocolatey eyes are staring hungrily at the way you pussy ingulfs his fingers.

"Yes, fuck. Taste me." You moan, the noises stuck in your throat come out groggy and low.

You drop the hand that was holding his arm and Seungmin just leans in, tongue lolling out of his mouth before he brings his lips on your pussy, flicking his warm muscle on your clit.

You hiss and your body tense up feeling Seungmin get lost in you. He closes his lips around your bundle of nerves and he sucks, hard.

"Seungmin."

You moan, hips bucking into his face while he dips his tongue against your entrance and you let out an audible gasp. Your eyes flick down to meet his, fully blown out with arousal. He pulls his tongue out and he keeps giving kitten licks, as if he was savoring a rich glass of wine.

Your head fall back on the pillow as you let him continue. Seungmin brings his fingers to your entrance once again, and he push just his index in, licking a fat strip from your entrance to your clit, purring with enjoyment.

"Taste good?" you ask, and you sound out of breath. Everything is so hot around you and you feel more drops of blood gushing out of you.

"You cannot believe how good." Seungmin whispers, looking up to meet your eyes and licking you deep at the same time.

The whole room is almost dark, the few lights that are still on don't allow you to see Seungmin in his interity. But it's enough for you to see him almost suffocating himself in your drooly cunt with your blood smeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Baby... Min, god. Need you inside."

Seungmin hums against your folds and sucks one more time before he wipes his mouth on his own wrist, pressing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.

He reaches down to fumble with the elastic band of his pants, clumsily tugging his erection free from the constriction of his underwear as he leans into you and smashes his lips against yours. You moan loudly when he opens his mouth and swirls his tongue inside, the metalic taste of your blood filthy and intoxicatic. Seungmin bites on your lower lip, and then he soothes it with his tongue. Everything is so raw that you feel yourself getting close already.

"It's not gonna be impressive." He whispers, bringing his hand down to messily stroke himself, thrusting into his own fingers just a couple of times. You can feel his tip bumping into your hip, all red and puffy, precum dribbling on your skin.

"I didn't touch you". You huff on his lips, licking his cheek and biting it lazily.

"You tasted too good. I almost came." He admits. He brings his cock in front of your pussy and he slides its chubby head on your clit. There is a mess of blood, spit and slick all mixing together and you moan at the feeling.

"Don't care. I am close. I jus' need your cum."

Seungmin swallows, fidgeting a little as his cock taps against your swollen clit. You circles your hips against him and your pussy catches the tip. You kiss him.

"Baby, Minnie. Wanna see my blood and your cum leak out of me after you fuck me nice and hard?"

Seungmin lets out a small noise at that, biting his lip. You can tell he is close by the way his breathes come out staggered.

"Yes, please". He agrees, finally pushing himself inside of you in one thrust, trying his best not to come immediately.

You moan pleasantly at the strech as he bottoms out. You feel his swollen balls rest on the fat of your thighs and from the sound you hear, you are making a mess on the bed sheets under you. You try to remember why is this the first time you are doing this, and you cannot find a reason.

Seungmin is shivering on top of you, and he delivers a first shallow push. You sigh in pleasure and he starts rocking his hips against yours. The wet sounds fill the room together with Seungmin's sweet hiccups. He held back for too long, and now he cannot help himself no more.

You cup his chin with your hands and you press a light kiss on his lips.

"You like it Minnie, uh? How long did you wait for this? You could have asked, you know. I would have said yes from the first time. I would have let you shove your cock inside me and cover it in blood. All nice and wet for you. Nasty boy."

Seungmin blushes heavily as you open youd legs, lowering a hand to spread apart your folds.

"Cum inside me, c'mon."

His thrusts are messy and errating, unable to bring himself to look at you in the eyes out of embarrassment. You dig your nails into his broad shoulders and he whines loudly as he pushes frenetically into you.

It is just a matter of time considering how close both of you have been from the start. The wet sounds that come with every thrust, together with the sight of your pussy stretched around his cock, are so sinful that Seungmin has to look away, a tight ring of slick and blood forming on his girth.

"G'na cum." He stutters, giving a few hard thrusts.

You nod and bring your hand in between your bodies to start rubbing at your puffy clit. The pressure combined with Seungmin's thrust is enough to bring to to the edge in a few seconds, and with your free hand you cup his face and you kiss him deep.

"Cum, baby boy. Fill me up."

Seungmin trembles and gives two final pushes inside of you before hitting his limit, groaning out as he cums. His fingers grips tight at your legs as he spurts hot cum all over your walls.

You whine as you feel his sperm coating your insides, dragging your nails down his back and letting out a loud moan as you finally cum around him, pussy swollen and tight, milking him till his last drop.

After what it seems to be hours, Seungmin collapses onto you and pants on your neck, his soft bangs all sweaty and curly on his face. You catch your breath for a few seconds before feeling him pulling out.

As his softening cock is pulled out of you, you feel all of your liquids leaking out of your entrance, mixed with his cum. You whine and Seungmin kisses your chin.

"Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

"You didn't hurt me. I am great." You move your head to face him and he kisses your cheek. Then your nose. Then your lips. "I am just concerned about the state of our bed."

"Oh, well. I think Jeff Dahmer had a cleaner bed." He chuckles, after taking a quick look at the sheets underneath. "It's my fault. I will clean them myself."

"You better." You laugh. Seungmin laughs with you and it's a soft exhalation of breath that tickles your cheek.

"Yes ma'am". He shifts a little in your embrace, and you turn over so your cheek can rub against his shoulder.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks.

You let it out on a satisfied sigh, your cramps long forgotten. “Nope.”

"Good." He smiles softly and he kisses you on your forehead. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bite his shoulder.

"How can you always know... wait, no, it doesn’t matter."

The voices of your kdramas are still a background noise.

Seungmin chuckles. "I told you. I love you. I always know."

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pandalorian36 · 1 month

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Azriel x reader

A night in a shared hotel room leads to confessions of love.

Word count:2260 Warnings: possessive Azriel, some suggestivness at the end

(Stunning night court divider by @tsunami-of-tears)

I joined the night court long ago, I don't really remember what happened but I was only just an adult when Rhys, Azriel and Cassian found me stumbling about in the snow with no memory of how I got there. They took me in and I found good friends among the court as they became my family. Finding my own magic and skills. I am fast and strong able to beat most in a fight. People learn the hard way not to underestimate me.

Groaning I follow Az into the battered inn shaking the snow from my clothes and feathery wings. The fluffy flakes have stuck to some of the feathers meaning I have to manually brush them off. Azriel stomps back over a singular key dangling from his hand "They only have one room." I shrug shivering "Long as its warm I don't care."

He huffs slightly and starts up the stairs having to stoop under the doorway. The room itself is tiny Az taking up a shocking amount of space, it consists of a small bathroom and a small double bed squashed against the wall and a dresser with a rickety looking chair but its clean and relatively warm.

I am too tired to argue about anything and drop my bag on the dresser peeking into the bathroom there is no way I can fit in the bath with my wings let alone Azriel who is significantly taller. I remove my jacket and begin to fill the sink with no hot water I make it quick scrubbing the dirt from my hands an arms before leaving the bathroom for Azriel.

I hear the water start followed by a large bout of swearing. I bite my lip to stop my laugh I forgot to warn him about the hot water situation. Minutes later he emereges hair dripping and shirtless. "Little cold?" he glares but light shines in his eyes so there is no malice behind it. I tuck my wings in and sit on the edge of the bed "I don't mind sharing. The floor is far too cold."

Az doesn't respond so I turn onto my side getting as close to the wall as I can so he has plenty of space. The bed is not built for those with wings let alone someone of Az's size, the bed dips significantly under his weight making me laugh as I slide into his side "Hello." he rolls his eyes slightly and adjusts his weight so the mattress evens out once more allowing me to move back to where I was.

The room is freezing the thin blanket offering little warmth. I fall into a light sleep exhaustion winning over. Before I fully wake I feel a sense of warmth and content moving closer to the source of heat I find its difficult to move a weight on one of my wings.

Blinking I find I am facing Azriels chest, it takes a moment to fully comprehend our position. One of his wings is under my side another draped over the top while my own almost mirror wrapping around him. His shadows are also wrapped around the both of us twining our limbs together. Azriel grunts slightly his whole body stretching out and I freeze terrified of moving. I'm trapped until he moves his weight.

I look up and find Azriel already awake staring straight back his face bright red. I think its the first time I've ever seen him blush. We both try and pull apart in a tangle of limbs failing completly when he ends up on his back with you sprawled on his chest faces inches apart. Blushing furiously you scrambled up managing to free yourself and fall onto the floor. Knowing how much he struggles with physical contact you stand "Az I'm sorry I didn't. I don't."

He stands combing a hand through his hair still visibly blushing"Its fine." His shadows are dancing around the room wrapping around my legs and arms chuckling slightly I glance down heat instantly rushing to my face as I notice Azriel's situation. Quickly I return my gaze to his face "I'm going to change." Hurridly I enter the bathroom filling the basin with water to splash on my face.

Its true you I have always harboured a crush on the stoic illyrian. He is handsome, kind and though people rarely see it has a wonderful sense of humour. Everything about him draws me in but I have never said anything not wanting to ruin our friendship. It took Azriel longer than the others to trust you but I spent a lot of time proving yourself to him.

Taking a deep breath I exit the bathroom finding Azriel fully clothed and surrounded in shadows. "Bathroom is free." he nods not saying a word as he finishes packing. I pack my own bag slowly and officantly putting my two short swords into place finished by the time Azriel reappears shaking water from his hair I smile slightly "Looks like the storm has passed we should be back in Velaris by this evening."

He nods and grabs his bag remaining silent. I put it down to embarrasment and don't pry following him silently out the room and out into the woods. There is a clean blanket of snow over everything the tiny ice crystals blinking in the sunlight. I smile brightly and expand my wings taking off into the early morning sky the soft flakes fluttering slightly as I move.

Az joins me in the sky the two of us heading towards Velaris. Cassian is first to greet us at the house of wind grinning broadly "Welcome home." before either of us can react he has thrown a snowball hitting Az square in the face. I bite my lip coughing to hide a laugh as Azriel wipes the snow from his face scowling at his brother. A shadow whips out wrapping around his ankle sending Cassian crashing too the floor.

Mor and Rhys walk into the room Rhys shaking his head looking dissapointed "You are back less than five minutes and already fighting?" Cassian grins standing up "I couldn't resist." Mor rolls her eyes "Didn't you get it all out your system last week?" Rhys chuckles "Cas is still sore that he lost. Az, Y/N anything to report?"

We both shake our heads and he nods "Excellent I still want a written report for tomorrow though." Cassian grins "Get caught in the storm last night?" I smile "We stayed at an inn. Didn't want to risk flying in it." he nods solemnly "Very wise." I roll my eyes at him shooting a smile at Azriel "I'm going home I'll send my report this evening. Bye Cass."

Cassian waves flopping down on one of the sofas while I fly home and sink into the bathtub glad for the warm water and space. Changing into comfortable trousers and shirt I sit at my desk and write out my report sending it directly to the house of wind by magic.

Azriel seems to be avoiding me over the coming days at training, dinners always finding excuses to leave the room when I enter. After a week the others begin to catch on Cass and Rhys cornering me after a dinner "What is going on?" I stare up at them confused "Sorry?" Rhys sighs "With Azriel."

I sigh rubbing my forehead "I have no idea. Every time I try and talk to him he finds an excuse to leave. Believe me if I knew what I had done I would apologise for it."

Cassian raises a brow "So hes ignoring you for no reason?" I sigh "I don't know he's been ignorning me since the inn..." Cassian gasps "Did something happen with you two?" I shake my head "No, nothing really. There was only one room left so we ended up sharing a bed but nothing happened."

Rhys grins sharing a look with his brother before leaving I watch them leave confused before shaking my head and heading home. Unlocking the door I remove all jewlery and kick my shoes off to the side jumping when there is a knock at the door.

I open it slowly finding Az his shadows dancing around him as he fidgets with his hands "Azriel?" I cross my arms sighing "Ready to explain why you've been ignoring me? Look if I did anything to offend you I'm sorry. I..."

"You haven't done anything." I must look shocked as he sighs deeply "I'm sorry. May I come in?" I step back allowing him in before shutting the door leaning against it. Az looks uncomfortable his shadows constantly moving around as he shifts his weight.

"Az what is going on you've been ignorning me since the Inn." he sighs taking a step closer "I didn't handle it well I'm sorry. I feel very strongly about you but never wished to pressure you into anything. I know you don't feel the same way..."

"Don't feel the same way," I laugh "Az I'm crazy about you." his face blanks and I take a step closer "Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I didn't like you?" He shrugs his shadows winding closer and I can sense there is something else he isn't telling me. I step closer taking one of his hands in mine slowly tracing the scars.

I look up meeting his gaze, he leans down slowly almost nervous as his lips brush against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck his sliding around my waist deepening the kiss. Heat floods through my body electricity shooting through my veins as something inside clicks into place something that feels like home, like a piece I've been missing. I don't know how I missed it my mind becomes clearer Azriel filling every gap.

My whole body sings mate. Azrael wraps his hands under my thighs pulling me up, I wrap my legs around his waist every fibre of my body wanting him, needing him. He pulls away pupils blown growling low "Mate." both of our chests are heaving as he leans in kissing me again moaning against my lips. "Mine."

I moan in response pulling away for air brushing hair out of his face his shadows twining around my arms tickling my skin, I frown kissing him gently this time "You knew didn't you?"

He nods grip tightening on my thighs as he backs me into the nearest wall "I knew from the moment we first met." he presses a kiss on my jaw working his way along speaking between kisses "I have loved you for years never knowing how you felt."

"I never told anyone." I run my fingers through his hair pressing kisses along his cheeks "You kept it to yourself all this time?" he locks his gaze with mine shadows playing with my hair "When you didn't react to the bond I thought I was wrong. But the longer I spent around you I knew I was correct. When ever you weren't around I missed you, when ever Rhys sent you on a mission I worried. I felt drawn to you at every moment wanting too kill any male who got too close."

He runs his hands up my sides "I wanted to tell you. I didn't know how." He kisses my cheeks "I'm shouldn't have kept it from you. I understand if you're mad." I smile blinking back tears "I'm not mad Az. I love you. Have loved you for years."

He tilts his head to the side "Why didn't you say anything? I thought you where ignorning our bond its why I never acted on it." I shake my head tighting my grip on him "No. Az I had no idea. You really thought I was ignoring you?" I sniff willing the tears not to fall "I could never do that to you. I promise you I didn't know. I think it something to do with my memory loss but I don't know. All I know is that you are mine. My mate and I love you with every fibre of my being."

Smiling softly he leans his forehead against mine shutting his eyes "My soul belongs to you Y/N L/N. Every part of me is yours." I cup his face bringing his lips to mine in a soft kiss pouring every ounce of my love into it before pulling away grinning "I believe I owe you a meal." he shakes his head slightly peppering kisses down my throat "Later."

I smirk pushing him away "No we are going to do this properly. You can control yourself for a little longer spy master." I nip at his ear making him growl while you jump to the floor walking through to your kitchen. Azriel slinks after you his shadows wrapped tightly around me waist carassing every inch of skin that is visible while I try and focus on what I am doing.

"Y/N you are testing my patience." I chuckle and turn around an apple in hand "And I thought patience was your strong suit. Do not fret spymaster I have no desire on making you wait." he glowers but takes the apple I offer biting into it and chewing painfully slowly.

He doesn't bother with the rest placing it on the counter smirking "Now I have waited long enough mate." his voice drops dangerously low as he backs me into the counter giving you a look that makes you weak in the knees "You are all mine." ...

#x y/n #x reader #acotar #azriel #acotar x reader #batboys #sarah j maas #azriel x reader #azriel x you #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin

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k-germsworld · 5 months

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New Year

Eunha x M! Reader

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Today is December 31st, and everyone is busy welcoming the new year. Of course, I am no exception. I am also busy preparing for the new year. But before that, I have a more important thing to do. I have to pick up my girlfriend and spend it together to make this year even more perfect. I went to a stadium to find my girlfriend, she was busting for her performance. I am here to support my girlfriend. So I find a place, sit down, and wait for the show to start.

After waiting for a while, the show started. We can see three people standing on the stage, yes they are Viviz. They performed their famous songs such as Bop Bop, Loevade, Pull Up, and Maniac. Their serious attitude towards performing fascinates me so much.

Time flies, and their performance is over. At this time, I received a message asking me to go to the waiting room. After seeing it, I felt very happy and packed up my things and went to the waiting room. The moment I opened the door, someone rushed to me and hugged me. "Babe, you are finally here, I miss you so much.” The person hugging me is Viviz Eunha, my girlfriend. “I miss you too, babe.” I smiled and patted her head. Eunha and I have been together for a year and a half, and no one else has noticed these days.

"Go, go on a date quickly. Stop hugging here.” Sinb said jokingly. “Yes, oppa faster go date with Eunha unnie and remember don't go back to dorm tonight.” Umji also urged them to hurry up and go on a date. We couldn't resist, so I helped Eunha pack her things and held her hand to leave the stadium. Sinb and Umji also happily waved goodbye to us. Since it's already dark, many places are starting to get lively. We also visited beautiful places. I also took many beautiful photos of Eunha.

We had a lot of fun and talked about how we met and how we fell in love with each other. Eunha felt hungry after her performance and also walked so much that I took her to a nearby restaurant to eat delicious food. But due to my negligence, I just remembered that I had to make a reservation, and every restaurant was almost full. In desperation, we had to take away. Although I was sorry for Eunha, Eunha was considerate and did not blame me.

We waited almost 30 minutes to get our food. After taking it, we happily went home to enjoy it. After arriving home, we enjoyed the food together. While eating, Eunha kept sharing her recent interesting stories with me. Watching her tell her recent story so cutely made me smile uncontrollably. “Why are you looking at me and smiling? Is there something on my face?” "No, it's just that you look cute when you tell stories.” She hit me shyly. All these actions of hers make me think she is so cute. She couldn't stop me laughing, so she had to pretend to be angry to make me stop laughing. I had to stop smiling quickly and coax her back.

When she saw that I was coaxing her, she looked happy and continued her story. While Eunha was telling the story, we were both drinking the beer we just bought at the convenience store. Since we were drinking without restraint, we finished it quickly. Under the influence of alcohol, our bodies are very hot. As our eyes met and the atmosphere was filled with lust, I kissed Eunha. She didn't reject me and responded to my kiss. We were having a passionate kiss and I stuck my tongue into her mouth. Her hands were also on my face. We all heard each other gasp.

Just as my hand reached her tits, Eunha stopped me. "Babe, wait a minute. I'm sweating a lot now. Let me take a shower first.” I felt a little frustrated, and she just happened to notice my frustration. "Don't be sad, I'll finish the shower soon. I'll make it very clean for you.” Eunha said and winked at me. Seeing how cute she was, I decided to wait for her to bathe. She walked into the shower room, turned on the shower, and tested the water temperature. After she adjusted the temperature to a temperature that suited her, she took off her clothes and started taking a shower. After she took a shower for a while, I opened the door to the shower room naked. Eunha was frightened by the sudden opening of the door. I stood in front of the door and looked at the naked Eunha.

The water kept flowing on Eunha's body, passing from her body through her chest and her legs before dripping to the ground. The water flowing on Eunha's body made her very sexy, and it also made me erect. Seeing my erection, she smiled at me and invited me to take a shower with her. She took me to get my whole body wet and then turned off the water. She rubbed the shower gel evenly on my body including my cock of course. I was enjoying Eunha's massage selflessly. She made me covered in bubbles.

At this time, I also decided to help her and spread the shower gel evenly on her body. After I spread all the shower gel evenly on her body, my hands are just playing with her tits. Seeing her tits covered with bubbles made me very horny. She turned around and leaned against the wall, her ass twerking on my cock. "Babe, did you like how I am cleaning you?” “Yes, I fucking love it.” My hands still kept playing with her tits. "Then you should make sure that I am clean like you, otherwise…..” Eunha didn't finish her words and opened the water to clean all the soap away. After the soap was rinsed off， Eunha’s wet hair and body fascinated me. I couldn't hold it in any longer and kissed Eunha while the water was still running.

We kissed so passionately that the water flowed into our mouths, and we couldn't tell whether it was water or our saliva. Eunha's hand kept stroking my hard cock while my hand kept wandering between her tits and ass. "Baby, use your mouth to clean my cunt. You didn't clean it properly just now.” Eunha stopped the kiss and said. I smirked, faster get down and start to clean her pussy. Her pussy is wet as fuck, I don't know whether the running water caused it or because of my licking. “Fuck, babe. You cleaning my pussy so good, keep doing it.” Eunha makes me more proactive, I licked her pussy with my mouth and fingered her at the same time. Under the double stimulation, she also had an orgasm.

“You are so good, let me give you some award,” she said breathlessly. She took my cock in her mouth, and her warm mouth and the flowing cold water gave me a different kind of pleasure, making me want to cum so fast. “Eunha, no. I am cumming so soon.” Since I hadn’t done it for so long, and it was a special blowjob, I came very quickly. She swallowed all my semen without any resistance. "Thanks for the cum, babe. Fuck me, now.” she turned off the water. I slowly put my cock into her pussy. The moment I put it in, Eunha moaned. “You are so big in me. I didn't even know you were that big when I blew you.” "Now you know, I have always been so big and I have never lied to you about my size.” I lifted her thighs in the air to fuck her deeper. From slow thrusting to fast, and then from fast to slow, Eunha was caught off guard and climaxed again. “Babe, you are so good at fucking me, continue please until you cum inside me.” After hearing this, of course, I had no hesitation and continued to fuck her. Now Eunha is like a koala hanging on my body, allowing me to fuck her better.

The time is getting closer and closer to 12 am, and many people are getting ready to countdown excitedly. We heard the noise outside while we were still having sex in the shower room. As the time came closer, my thrusts became faster and faster.

“5….”

“4….”

“3….”

“2….”

“1….”

“Happy New Year!!!” The crowd outside was counting down excitedly. I kept speeding up as they counted down

As the fireworks bloom, we also usher in 2024. And while the fireworks went off I also shot my semen into her. Eunha and I leaned against each other tiredly. “Eunha, Happy New Year!!”

I said to her happily. “Happy New Year!!” She also said to me. “I love you so much, Eunha.” “Me too.” After we expressed our love to each other, we kissed again. The fireworks outside seemed to never stop blooming, and we never stopped kissing until the fireworks stopped.

#gfriend smut #gfriend eunha smut #viviz smut #viviz eunha smut #eunha smut #jung eunbi smut

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nxrrislando · 2 months

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COFFEE ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 c.leclerc

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 — ᝰ.ᐟ IRL

PLOT ━━･❪ Never in a millions years did she think that her spilling coffee down an f1 driver would lead to falling in love ❫

WARNINGS ━━･❪ everything written is fake and for the purpose of entertainment ❫

part two soon! my fics!

yn smiled as she pushed open the door to the cafe, her beach waves were pulled back in a pale pink claw clip, her body was wrapped in a ribbed white tank top and a pair of beige cargos, her skin glistening golden tones under the winter sun.

She loved travelling back to visit her birth home, and she loved visiting the café she used to beg her mother to take her to every day at the end of school, yn loved Barcelona and she cherished every waking moment she spent in it.

The brunette strolled towards the counter, placing her dainty hand in her pocket and pulling out her card. She grinned widely at the barista, the two were acquaintances catching up when ever they ran into each other, which was very often when yn was in Barcelona because she always came to the café, "Hola yn, como has estado?"

yn nodded in an acknowledging manner, a grin still present on her face, "he sido bueno. como has estado?" The barista nodded whilst responding a smile mirroring yn’s tugging at her lips. Once the two spoke for a brief minute, yn placed her coffee order and stood off to the side waiting patiently for her drink, her eye stayed glued to her phone as she scrolled through Instagram.

Her brows furrowed as she looked at her friends accounts back in England, they seemed to always hate when she flew home and would even be so petty as to ignore her messages even when they were clearly active on social media. yn tried to shrug it off as teenage like jealousy but sometimes the overthinking led to different thoughts. Just as she was about to send a curious message to her friend, her name was called.

Her green eyes pulled away from her phone, her gaze landing on the counter where a coffee cup stood with her name written messily in black marker along the outside of the cup. Her eyes scanned the café taking notice of the people sat down going about their day, before her feet moved toward her drink.

Her hand grasped the cup pulling it to meet her lips for a brief second, the warm caffeine liquid travelling down her throat. Sighing happily, yn turned toward the door in an attempt to leave. Only when her front and freshly made drink made contact with a chest, did she realise that she was not going to make it to that door with her drink. The hot brown liquid poured down the front of a—now stained—white shirt, seeping into the mystery person's skin.

yn’s eyes grew impossibly wide, peering up cautiously at the man in front of her. His stature wasn't much taller than hers, maybe a mere two inches, but that didn't stop the anxious churning in her stomach. She heard a sharp pained intake of breath from him in front of her, the sound causing nervous heat to flood up to her cheeks creating a faded pink across her skin.

Taking a step back, yn's eyes darted around the room, her face growing hotter when she noticed majority of people's stares. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, her mouth closing and opening a few times before her repeated mumbles, "Lo siento mucho, I am so sorry." In her panicked state she hadn't even noticed the man approach her, his hand fell calmly on his shoulders, a kind smile dancing upon his lips.

He hesitated slightly for a moment before his hand came off her shoulder and up to brush a stray curl to get a better view of her face, "hey uh it's ok. It's just a white shirt." Upon hearing his voice, yn's panicked eyes lifted to meet his gaze her eyes widening a fraction when after being blinded by worries she realised who he was.

Electing to not bring it up, yn forcefully smiled at him in desperation to mask her nervous state, "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were behind me, are you ok?" His eyes were soft and his stance was surprisingly relaxed, "I'm fine, just stung a little at first, don't sweat it."

His kind smile made the brunette's shoulders relax slightly her hand brushing the side of her face in relief, "are you sure? I can give you some money for a new shirt? Is where you live or are staying near by?" Chuckling slightly at the girls rapid questions, he shook his head gently, "I'm sure and you don't have to pay me, don't worry about it. I'm staying about a thirty minute bus ride out."

yn nodded for a few moments, her hesitant eyes going from his relaxed face to the seeping stain down his front then back to his face, "ok this is gonna sound honestly really forward and kind of creepy seen as we just met, but the guilt is eating me alive and I can not ruin any more of your day by letting you travel thirty minutes to change and then possibly travel another thirty back, so why don't you come back to my house and take one of my cousin's or dad's shirt."

yn shook her head softly, her fingers typing away aimlessly at her screen. Two front curly strands dangled in front of her face, blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. charles watched her as he placed his phone in his jeans pocket, his lips turning upwards a little when he noticed how relaxed she finally looked.

From the moment she spilt coffee down him, her face was stuck with constant furrowed eyebrows and a nervous gaze, and now she looked so calm and so peaceful. He admired the loose curls that were cascading out of her claw clip, one or two longer curls brushed the warm tanned skin on her back, her face broke out into a grin reading a message, and charles’ smile immediately widened.

playfully sighing, yn switched off her phone, placing it in her back pocket. Her just then sheltered from the sun eyes rose, her green irises falling on a pair of similar shaded eyes that were already staring at her, "sorry, I didn't realise you had finished texting your parents." charles shrugged chuckling slightly, "in the five or ten minutes I've known you, I think you've apologised way too much. I'm fine..." he raised an eyebrow at her, tilting his head, silently asking a question he never got the answer to.

A flash of realisation appeared in her eyes for a moment before she sent the man beside her a sheepish smile, "right sorry. I'm yn." Sticking her hand out she was met with a small humorous puff of air, "charles." His callous hand clasped her much daintier hand shaking it gently as he smiled cheekily at her, she nodded before smiling and letting out a small sheepish, "I know... but it's nice to meet you." Shifting her face away from his viewpoint, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, causing charles to notice a small hue of pink residing on her cheek.

feeling a sense of awkward silence build up between them, charles shoved his hands in his pocket and peered at the girl next to him, "so how far away are we from your house?" yn’s hand came up to shield the bright sun rays from her eyes giving her a better view of her path, her other hand detached itself from her side to point at a cute alleyway with a row of at least five family sized houses about 100 yards away from where the pair were currently walking, "just a heads up by the way, I have two younger sisters, and an interesting cousin. He's probably not home though."

charles nodded wordlessly following her, as she walked down a beautifully presented path that led up to a white bricked house. Pulling out the key from her back pocket, yn's gaze met charles and she gave him a soft reassuring smile, before pushing open the door and calling out to the people behind it, "Hola, Estoy en casa!" charles watched from behind her as she waited a few brief seconds, her eyes glancing warily around the entryway of her home.

After a few silent moments, two sets of footsteps were heard from the landing on the stairs. Two sets of hazel eyes peering down the stairs at the two adults. charles immediately shifted nervously under their gaze, ultimately not knowing what to do, his normally semi talkative personality no where in sight. The first unknown girl to charles strolled down the stairs casually, her eyes immediately falling on yn, "chocolate?" The girl smiled sheepishly at her older sister as a bar of chocolate was thrown in her direction, "saludar a nuestro invitado nailea."

nailea then turned to charles, her face reflecting her feeling of timidity. It was no secret that nailea was on the shyer side compared to her sisters, the other two often ordering for her at restraunts, or speaking to people for her. nailea liked the people she spoke to now, they were comfort and they were what she was used to, talking to new people was not. Pushing those feelings down she gave a small smile, her eyes falling on charles "hi." the ferrari driver gave a little wave and a bright smile of his own, he went to open his mouth but instead found his eyes shifting after a few moments when he noticed the movement of the girl behind nailea.

Said girl sighed with slight humour, her entire body coming into line with nailea as she addressed charles, "Hi, I'm camila, but I prefer mila, It's nice too meet you." yn raised an eyebrow at her sister, a confused but amused smile splaying on her lips. surprised camila sounded so...mature? Not screaming like she had imagined? Either way she was impressed and she assumed Nailea's word, in their family group chat, had stuck to their youngest sister and she was being respectful.

The four of them stood for a few seconds, no words leaving anyones mouths before camila reached out and poked yn's arm aggressively, "hey!" yn scowled at her sister, her eyebrows furrowing at the mischievous glint in her eyes, "aren't you gonna get him a fresh top?" An evil smile appeared on the youngest sister's lip when she noticed a look of remembrance pass over her eldest sister's feature's quickly, "uh. Yeah, come on I'll get you one of Easton's shirts they'll fit you."

charles let out a small laugh, his voice cutting through the newest found silence— "you seemingly forgot hmm?" as he followed behind the Spanish girl up the stairs. A small smile tugged at his lips when he noticed yn sending a glare at camila, who smiled innocently back at her.

yn chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully as she glance back at the man who was trailing behind her up the stairs, "I'm sorry about her. mila never knows when to shut up." He shook his head fondly, "it's fine, my younger brother is the same." The curly haired woman nodded before angling her body to look back at him, "how many siblings do you have?"

Even though yn knew who he was, she didn't really know a lot about him, just his work and roughly his age, and plus if she did, she imagined he probably didn't want to hear his whole life story recited back to him, and judging on the pleased smile on his face she'd say she was right, "I have a younger brother and an older brother." yn nodded a contagious grin taking over her face.

The two conversed for a little bit longer, before they reached a white door at the end of the upstairs hallway, grasping the door handle, yn gently pushed the door, her head peering in to look at the contents inside, turning back to charles she shook her head softly, "he's not here I guess." Shrugging she stepped further into the room, waving her hand to signal charles to come in too.

yn stepped towards a set of white drawers briefly sieving through the contents of the second to top wooden draw, her fingers flicked through the T Shirts effortlessly her hand finally stopping on a single white shirt, "aha. Found it, I thought you'd want something similar, so here." She smiled kindly at him, throwing the shirt in his direction, "I'll be downstairs by the door, so I'll leave you to change? You know which way right?" charles nodded a grateful grin splayed on his face, "yeah I do, thanks for this again."

yn shook her head as she began pulling the door closed behind her retreating body, "i should be the one saying thank you, for not getting mad, and apologising...again, but you kind of told me not to." She laughed slightly at the end of her sentence smiling fondly at the driver before she shut the door behind her.

Six minutes after yn had left charles to change, she heard a pair of footsteps coming from the creaking wooden stairs of her home. Lifting her gaze from her phone, she turned to a smiling charles who held the stained shirt in his hands, she smiled at him fondly before approaching the bottom of the stairs, "the shirt fits! I was worried there would be a chance where it wouldn't." They shared a small laugh before charles placed his shoes back on his feet and turned towards the woman who was initially behind him, "it fits like a glove, when should I return it to you?"

yn smiled tilting her head at him, "keep it. I'm sure Easton won't even notice, I steal his shirts all the time." An 'are you sure?' Expression took over the features of his face which she reassured with a firm nod, "thank you yn. I'll see you around?" She nodded waving at him, "hopefully I won't spill anything down the front of you next time." Letting out one last laugh, charles pulled open the door handle and stepped out, a hopeful smile displayed across his face, "Bye yn."

"Bye charles."

#charles leclerc #formula one #fanfiction #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #ferrari #forza ferrari #yn #x reader #f1 #formula racing

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sl-vega · 3 months

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✧It's a Date Then✧

Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Just Rin trying to ask his crush out last minute

The moment the bell rang, Rin sprang from his desk, grabbed his backpack, and burst into a sprint.

Fifteen minutes. He needed to leave for the game in fifteen minutes. That meant he had exactly fifteen minutes—well, more like ten, since he still needed to get his stuff from his locker—to find you, and ask you to the Spring Formal.

Of course I had to leave this for the last minute, he groaned silently, rushing through the hallway. The Spring Formal was tomorrow night. And he’d had so many chances to ask you. The assembly earlier this week where the two of you ended up sitting next to each other (and where your hands brushed his!). That time he saw you at a home game. All of those moments where he stole glances at you in the lunchroom or passed by you in the halls.

But each and every time, he could never seem to tell you

Rin wasn’t dense. He knew what people thought of him. He knew that he was always being compared to his oh-so-perfect older brother.

You, though… everyone adored you.

Not in the way where you were hot enough to get away with being obnoxious or some shit. People liked you because you were nice, kind, and selfless. You took his breath away sometimes. He thought you were incredible.

What am I even doing? He thought. There were probably loads of guys lining up to ask you out. Plus he didn’t even like dances, so what reason would you have to choose him?

He considered backing out, as he slowed himself down. If you said no, it would’ve been a waste of time trying to track you down. No, he told himself. He wasn’t quitting now. So what if you said no? He had the game to distract him later.

But God, if you said yes he thought. He’d finally have a chance with you. All those times where he's caught himself staring at you, all those times where he’d be grinning like an idiot when he thought about your smile… Maybe something could actually come from all that.

Rin picked up the pace again as he ran to your classroom, hoping that maybe you stayed back to help with cleanup, knowing you, you probably did.

When he ran into the classroom, he didn’t see you, rather, he saw someone else.

“Hey Rin, looking for someone?”

Of course Isagi of all people had to be in here. But for you, he could resist wanting to wipe that smug-ass look off his face for now.

Of course Isagi knew what Rin thought of you, it was pretty easy to notice his ever-stoic teammate blushing and tripping over his words around you.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, Isagi said “She’s outside, she asked me if I knew where you’d be, she’s waiting for you by the bus.”

Rin was silent for a second, considering how to react.

“Thanks…”

“What was that?~”

“Shut up.”

Rin dashed out of the door rushing outside. When he got to the parking lot, he saw you. You were clearly looking for someone. At some point you stopped pacing around, you looked dejected, it was clear the person you were looking for wasn’t in there. He saw you turn around and when the two of you made eye contact, your face lit up.

God you were so cute. He could’ve sworn his heart almost gave up on him.

“Hey Rin!”

You smiled at him, beaming.

It was now or never

“H-hey” Fuck, of course he stuttered

“There’s something I want to ask you” the two of you said at the same time.

Rin turned bright red, and you giggled.

“You first,” you said with a chuckle.

He breathed in and out. God I probably look really pathetic right now he thought.

“So the Spring Formal is tomorrow, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?” he sped up the last bit, he felt his voice getting higher as he asked you the question.

You smiled.

“Of course I’ll go with you Rin.”

He had to resist pumping his fist then and there, he already made a total fool of himself.

“So it’s a date then?” you asked.

“Totally” Rin responded, trying to sound casual. He heard your phone buzz.

“Sorry I need to get going” you said as you looked down at your phone. Rin could’ve sworn he heard some disappointment in your voice. It gave him a small bit of hope that you felt the same way.

Before you turned around to leave, you gently pecked his cheek. “Good luck with your game by the way.” you said, with your face slightly flushed. You waved goodbye as you walked away.

It took him a second to register what happened. Then, it hit him. First of all, his crush agreed to go to the dance with him, second of all you kissed him.

A date huh?

#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #rin itoshi x you #isagi yoichi #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 4 months

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Office Hours/Bells - Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader (Part 4)

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10299

Warnings: SMUT (public sex/office sex, fingering, masturbation, bath sex, p in v, dry humping, hand job, worshipping), Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student

Summary: Y/n had been craving more of Jonathan, more of all of him. She knew she couldn't push him to do anything, but maybe she didn't have to.

A/N: Sorry it took AGES for me to post this part, I had just moved cities and gotten settled into a new job too, so a lot of moving around for me lately.

I had quiet a bit of fun writing this part, I loved writing more of Jonathan's personality and personal problems.

I hope you enjoy this part and look forward to whatever I write next. 💚

Y/n had begun wearing skirts to class, trying to get Jonathan to fuck her. She loved the thought of him getting all hot and bothered during teaching. The skirts were tight and showed off her legs, making Y/n feel confident and sexy. Jonathan noticed the change and couldn't help but stare at her. Every day, Y/n felt more in control, knowing that she had the power to turn Jonathan on just by wearing a skirt.

She knew she had power over Jonathan and loved it. She could just fuck him at home, but she liked the thought of fucking Jonathan in his office, or even in the middle of the classroom. She loved the idea of him getting caught by fucking his student, his face beet red with embarrassment. Y/n was in control and she loved every minute of it.

In these moments, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill at the taboo nature of their relationship. It was more than just fucking one another, but queit literally living together, the knowledge that they were transgressing the conventional norms of student and professor dynamics.

As the lecture concluded, Y/n gracefully sauntered into Jonathan's office, an air of mischief accompanying her every step. The anticipation hung palpably, the room of students unaware of what Y/n had in store for their professor.

Jonathan, though accustomed to Y/n's teasing ways, relished in making her wait. A knowing smile played on his lips as he closed the door with a deliberate click, the sound echoing through the room.

Seated behind his desk, Jonathan assumed an air of calm composure, belying the desires that simmered beneath the surface. The familiar ritual had begun, a silent interplay of glances and a magnetic pull that drew them closer.

As Y/n circled the desk, a picture of effortless allure, she leaned against its edge, casting a playful gaze upon Jonathan. The soft glow of the office lights caught the subtle mischief in her eyes.

"Professor," Y/n's voice was a velvety whisper, a prelude to the seductive dance they were about to engage in.

“Y/n,” Jonathan acknowledged her with a measured response, his gaze never leaving hers.

“I’m bored,” Y/n declared, her voice carrying a tone of mischievous longing.

Jonathan, unruffled, looked up from his work, his eyes meeting hers. “I have a hundred books in here, pick one out,” he suggested, feigning indifference.

Y/n's sigh filled the room with an air of impatience, her faux boredom manifesting audibly. "I don't want to read," Y/n declared, her gaze fixed on Jonathan with a teasing challenge.

Jonathan, ever the composed professor, responded with a playful suggestion. "What do you want to do then?"

Y/n, with a devilish gleam in her eyes, gracefully positioned herself at the centre of Jonathan's desk. A confident smile adorned her lips as she beckoned playfully, "Come on, Professor... don't you want to play with your little student?" She reclined provocatively on the smooth surface of the table.

"I don't know, you have cards?" Jonathan suggested with a teasing twinkle in his eye.

Y/n's eyes rolled in exasperation, dismissing the idea of a mundane game. "That's not what I meant."

"Then tell me, my Dear… What do you want?" Jonathan inquired, rising from his desk to stand over her, a potent blend of curiosity and amusement dancing in his gaze.

Y/n's voice carried a sultry undertone as she made her desire known, "I want you to fuck me... right here." The air thickened with tension as her words hung in the room, like an invisible thread weaving their shared secret.

Jonathan, in response, sighed, a mixture of reluctance and longing, as he leaned over Y/n. The subtle brush of his fingers against her cheek. Jonathan sighed softly as he leaned over Y/n, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.

Breaking away just enough to let his warm breath caress her skin, he whispered with a hint of playful authority, "Well, then... let's hope you can keep the volume down."

Dr. Crane couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through Y/n's hair, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's tongue danced with Dr. Crane's, teasing and tantalizing him until he couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense as he gazed down at her. “You're such a naughty little patient,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire

He leaned in and captured her mouth once again, his lips rough and demanding as he claimed hers in a fierce kiss. Y/n moaned loudly, arching her back as she felt his hands roam over her body, exploring and teasing her until she could hardly bear it.

With a mischievous smirk, Dr. Crane reached down and slowly slipped Y/n's skirt up over her hips, revealing her black underwear.

He paused letting his eyes rake over her body appreciatively before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I think these have to go,” he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down over her hips as Y/n gasped and wriggled with excitement. reached down and rubbed his fingers over her wet pussy, teasing her until she was squirming with need.

“You're so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit.

“You're just dying for my cock, aren't you?” Y/n could hardly bear it as his words sent shivers down her spine, her body thrumming with need as she moaned loudly.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she pushed her hips back towards him, desperate for more. “Please fuck me.”

Without another word, Dr. Crane reached down and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, slamming them in and out of her eager hole as Y/n screamed and writhed with pleasure. He was relentless until she was screaming his name and begging for more.

As Jonathan fingered Y/n's pussy over and over, his eyes locked onto hers, a look of pure determination on his face. “You need to be quiet,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

“You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?” Y/n could hardly bear it as his words sent shivers down her spine, her body throbbing with need as she nodded frantically, unable to speak. “If you’re too loud, I won’t be fucking you.”

Y/n covered her mouth, muffling her moans. “That's a good little patient,” he whispered.

Jonathan pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and reached down to pull his cock out of his pants, his eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself in front of her. He pulled her hips back towards him and slammed into her, his cock slipping in and out of her pussy.

Her pussy muscles clenched tightly around his cock as he moaned loudly. He was relentless, driving into her over and over as she held on his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.

she reached out and tried to grab his shirt, but he was quick to stop her. With a wicked grin, he reached down and grabbed her wrists, pushing them above her head and holding them tightly as he thrusted into her.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Dr. Crane,” Y/n cried.

“Come for me, my Dear,” he whispered.

Her body shook and thrummed with need as she started cumming, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock as she squeezed it with all her might. Within seconds, he was grunting loudly as he started pumping into her, his cock slamming into her cunt as he came, his cum spurting out inside of her until he collapsed onto her with a groan.

Beads of sweat adorned their skin, glistening under the soft glow of the dimmed room. The air was thick with the heady aroma of sex. Breathless and sated, Jonathan pressed a tender kiss on Y/n’s flushed cheek.

Y/n chuckled, her breath still uneven, "Should have done this sooner," she remarked playfully.

"Well, perhaps you should have been more explicit from the beginning," Jonathan teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes. A smirk played on Jonathan's lips as he added, "I hope you don't believe this concludes our time together."

Y/n released a contented sigh, acknowledging she wouldn’t be sleeping much that night. No matter how tired Y/n was, the promise of more sex with Jonathan kept her pleasantly awake.

With sex becoming more common in their relationship, Y/n became keenly aware of the need for a bathtub. The ritual of a relaxing bath appealed to her, especially when after sex, Y/n can never be bothered to shower as Jonathan had fucked her dumb.

While laying tiles, Y/n's eye caught a glimpse of the past plumbing embedded in the floor. She knew she wanted a bath eventually, but getting the main parts of the bathroom was more important at the time. However after all the leg shaking sex the two of them had been having, the sentiment grew stronger.

Y/n's enthusiasm was contagious as she excitedly skipped over to Jonathan amidst his work. He glanced up, protective goggles perched on, watching Y/n approach.

“Hey, Jonathan…” Y/n chirped, prompting him to divert his attention.

Jonathan removed his glasses, his eyes squinting slightly from the change in focus. “Careful, I’m using chemicals,” he warned, ever mindful of Y/n’s safety.

“We really need to get you a proper lab. But that’s for another day! Can we install a bath?” Y/n's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, contemplating the feasibility. “Do we have the plumbing?” he asked.

“Yep! I left it uncovered while tiling just in case. Have you not looked around in the bathroom? No wonder you wear glasses,” Y/n teased, her playful banter drawing a smirk from Jonathan.

“Well… I get paid this week for work I did for Nigma, so we can go look at some after that,” Jonathan suggested, his lips twitching into a small smile.

Y/n beamed with satisfaction and planted a quick kiss on Jonathan’s cheek. “Y/n! Be careful! Go wash your mouth, I said I was using chemicals,” he chided, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Y/n laughed, darting away with playful mischief, leaving Jonathan to return to his work with an affectionate smile.

A few days later, with Jonathan's dodgy paycheck in hand, the two set out to find the perfect bathtub. They wandered through home department stores, looking at various designs and features.

"Jonathan, what about this one?" Y/n pointed excitedly to a sleek, modern bathtub with built-in jets.

Jonathan glanced at it, raising an eyebrow, "Jets in a bath? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Y/n grinned, "Come on, it's not just about functionality. It's about enjoying the experience."

Jonathan chuckled, unable to resist Y/n's enthusiasm. They finally settled on a deep, freestanding tub with elegant claw feet, a perfect blend of comfort and aesthetics.

Back at the warehouse, Y/n set to work installing the bath, with Jonathan eagerly assisting. The room started to transform, taking on a more luxurious ambiance. The scent of scented candles, ones which Y/n begged Jonathan to purchase, filled the air as they worked.

As they filled the tub for the first time, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement. "Jonathan, this is going to be amazing! Our own little spa."

Jonathan, although reserved, couldn't help but smile at Y/n's infectious joy. The bath was more than just a new addition, it was a symbol of their new domestic life and the continuous evolution of their sanctuary.

Jonathan's lips curled into a soft smile as he responded, "Go for it, my Dear. You deserve a soak in the bath." He pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's temple, the warmth of his affection radiating through the gesture.

As Y/n turned to him, an eyebrow raised, she asked, "You're not joining?"

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment as Jonathan hesitated. A subtle pause lingered in his expression before he finally replied, "I have to head down to Arkham."

Y/n's expression shifted to a gentle pout, disappointment etching across her features. "Okay, be safe," she said, offering Jonathan a consoling kiss on the cheek.

As the door clicked shut behind Jonathan, Y/n found herself alone in the bathroom, the gentle ambiance of soft lighting and the soothing scent of bath salts, which she had also forced Jonathan to purchase, enveloping her. She understood the reasons for his departure, a weight of unspoken responsibilities lingering in the air. Respecting his choices, Y/n decided not to press him into revealing more.

With a graceful ease, she began to undress. The warm glow from the candles danced across her skin as she stepped into the water, embracing the comforting warmth that enveloped her body. The room seemed to hush, and Y/n sank into the fragrant bubbles, allowing the serenity of the bath to wash over her.

Each moment was a small act of self-care, a celebration of solitude that mingled with the soft symphony of water and her own thoughts. Y/n relished in the feeling of the bath, the gentle caress of the water against her skin, and the tranquility that washed away the stresses of the day.

The warehouse door crashed open with a resounding bang, capturing Y/n's attention as she glanced up from the couch, her towel for her hair resting on the floor beside her. Jonathan stormed in, his frustration evident as he angrily tossed his burlap mask onto the cluttered workbench.

"Jonathan? What happened?" Y/n asked, rising from the couch to approach him.

"That blasted Bat is meddling with my plans...he's getting too close," Jonathan growled, fixing a menacing gaze on nothing in particular.

"I thought Edward was taking care of it," Y/n remarked.

"Yeah, well, we both know how reliable Nigma can be," Jonathan scoffed, prompting a subdued chuckle from Y/n.

"Come on, let's just head to bed. You've barely gotten any sleep this week," Y/n suggested, her hand gliding down his arm to entwine with his.

His frown eased, replaced by a gentle look as he met her eyes. Smiling, she guided him up the loft stairs, leading the way to their shared bed. Seating him on the mattress, she grabbed a pair of pyjamas, offering them to him.

As he began shedding his jacket and other clothes, Y/n watched with a loving gaze. Jonathan undid the buttons of his shirt, hesitating before fully removing it. Slowly, he turned his gaze towards Y/n, his jaw clenched. Understanding his vulnerability, Y/n lowered her head and hopped onto the bed, facing away from him.

Jonathan harboured insecurities about his physique, often choosing to change in private or while Y/n slept. She had glimpsed his body only once, tending to him after a brutal fight, and remained mindful of his sensitivity in such moments. His reluctance to be touched lingered, restricting the intimacy between them. Even during their hugs, he only let her hands rest around his neck or against his chest.

Y/n, well-acquainted with her own insecurities, understood the delicacy of the situation and recognized the limits of what she could change without him initiating it. Yet, an earnest desire to connect with him on a deeper level persisted.

As he finished changing, a sudden silence signalled his readiness. Y/n felt as he reclined on the bed and felt his arm envelop her body. Turning to face him, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips before closing her eyes and nestling against his warmth. In the quiet moments that followed, she surrendered to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, finding solace in their shared silence as she drifted into sleep.

Awakening to a chilly emptiness, Y/n opened her eyes to find the bed void of Jonathan’s presence. A surge of emotion brought tears to her eyes, but a hopeful warmth lingered in the spot beside her, suggesting he might not have left just yet. Frantically, she scanned the loft before bolting down the stairs and out the entrance, calling out for him in the night.

The creak of the bathroom door interrupted her anxious search. She turned to see Jonathan hurrying out, reaching for her shoulders to bring reassurance.

"I'm here, Y/n. Don't worry, I haven't left," Jonathan assured her, enveloping her in an embrace while tenderly stroking her hair.

Her breath steadied as she closed her eyes, absorbing the comforting embrace and inhaling his familiar scent. It was a blend of his natural musk and subtle perfume, a fragrance she had grown to love. In that moment, the warmth of his presence and the familiar aroma offered solace, grounding her in the reality that he was indeed there with her.

"Come on, back to bed," Jonathan urged, gently pulling her away and guiding her back to the comforting embrace of the sheets.

"What's the time?" Y/n inquired.

"It's only 4 AM. We don't have to be up until 8, we have a late lecture today," Jonathan explained, leading her back to the bed.

They resettled onto the mattress, and Y/n nestled closer to him. He responded by planting a tender kiss on the top of her head, the warmth of the gesture echoing the tranquillity of the early morning hours.

The lecture unfolded in its typical monotony. Y/n absentmindedly tapped her pen on her book, her mind wandering. Her thoughts, however, were occupied by the events of the previous night, particularly Jonathan's reluctance to reveal his body. While this wasn't an entirely new occurrence, a yearning to see him persisted. It wasn't a mere curiosity; she genuinely wished he felt more comfortable with himself.

While Jonathan exuded confidence in his intelligence, the same assurance seemed to crumble when it came to his appearance and physique. It was a stark contrast, leaving Y/n contemplating the complexity of a man so assured in one aspect of himself, yet plagued by insecurities in another.

She understood that his reluctance had nothing to do with any sexual stigma, after all, they had already been intimate, though fully clothed. Y/n longed to make him feel as beautiful as she saw him, but for the time being, she resolved to let him navigate his own pace and find comfort in his own time.

Back in his office, Y/n wasted no time in launching herself at him. Her lips met his with a sense of urgency.

"Eager as always," Jonathan observed with a smirk, his words a murmur against her fevered lips.

Y/n chuckled softly, the sound a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as she planted kisses along his jawline, slowly trailing down to the inviting expanse of his neck. "How can I not be?" she mused between breathless kisses, her voice laced with a playful yet sultry tone.

He ushered her towards their usual spot on the desk, pressing her down onto it as her arms entwined around his neck, locking them in a passionate kiss. Y/n's fingers embarked on an exploration, tracing a tantalizing path down his torso until they reached the bottom of his shirt.

With a determined pull, she started to untuck it from his pants. The sudden tensing of Jonathan's body was noticeable, but he gradually eased back into the moment as her hands moved to rest on his chest. Just as Y/n's fingers ventured toward the buttons on his shirt, a swift reaction ensued, Jonathan seized her wrist, holding it firmly in his grasp. Despite this, the fervent exchange of kisses endured.

When Y/n's other hand attempted a similar journey, moving from his shoulder to his top button, Jonathan abruptly pulled away. With a resolute grip, he intercepted her second hand, keeping both pinned down at her sides. A playful pout adorned Y/n's lips, a subtle indication of her dissatisfaction with the loss of control.

"Dr. Crane, please!" she whined, the plea laced with desire.

"No," Jonathan replied sternly, resisting her advances.

"Come on, Jonathan, I want to see you," Y/n persisted, her insistence evident in her tone.

In an instant, Jonathan's restraint snapped.

"Y/n, I don't want to take my clothes off!" Jonathan suddenly raised his voice, surprising both Y/n and himself with the intensity of his response.

Y/n's face fell, taken aback by Jonathan's reaction. The atmosphere shifted, and she felt a pang of regret. "I... I'm sorry, Jonathan," she stammered, genuinely feeling horrible for unintentionally causing his distress.

Jonathan sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at Y/n with a mix of frustration and apology. "No, I shouldn't have reacted like that," he said, taking a step back from her.

Y/n sat up, her expression reflecting a blend of understanding and concern. "No, Jonathan, I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to gently kiss him on the cheek, hoping to convey her sincerity and remorse.

She discerned the tumultuous emotions surging through him, even as his face remained as hard as ice. Y/n could sense the regret that weighed heavily on him, an internal struggle that manifested in the hardened lines of his face.

"Jonathan..." Y/n uttered, her hand gently clasping his face, coaxing him to face her.

His eyes, clouded with remorse, met hers.

"You don't have to beat yourself up. It's your right to your own body, I'm not going to make you do anything," Y/n reassured him, trying to alleviate the guilt etched across his features.

However, her words seemed to deepen the conflict within Jonathan. His gaze shifted downward, lingering on her ankles, prompting a resigned sigh from Y/n. "Everything's okay, Jonathan... You don't owe me anything."

Jonathan, though still visibly distressed, leaned in to kiss her once more, attempting to reinitiate the heated moment between them. Yet, Y/n gently pushed him back, her face reflecting a mix of understanding and empathy. His face fell further, registering a sense of rejection that permeated the room. However, Y/n managed to reassure him with a comforting smile.

"Let's go home," Y/n suggested, her voice carrying a sense of tenderness and a promise of solace.

As the night draped the deserted university campus in shadows, Y/n and Jonathan walked hand in hand, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty hallways. Y/n, seemingly unbothered, offered a comforting presence, her touch a reassuring anchor for Jonathan. However, beneath the surface of this seemingly serene scene, Jonathan's internal dialogue waged a tumultuous war of self-deprecation.

With each step, the distant glow of streetlights flickering through the windows painted an intricate pattern on the ground, mirroring the intricate thoughts swirling in Jonathan's mind. The hushed whispers of the night wind through the deserted corridors seemed to echo his inner turmoil.

Jonathan's thoughts replayed the scene in his office, the tension building up to a point where he abruptly halted the escalating intimacy. His own actions weighed heavily on him, overshadowing Y/n's understanding and reassurances. In his mind, the missed opportunity became a significant blunder, a moment of pleasure that he regretted losing.

Of course, Jonathan care very little about his own emotional well-being, but was consumed by the idea that he had irreparably ruined the prospect of intimacy for Y/n. The weight of her rejection bore heavily on his conscience, convincing him that any desire she harbored for a physical connection with him had been irreversibly tarnished.

Meanwhile, Y/n's soothing presence persisted, her hand in his offering a lifeline amidst the internal warfare. She couldn't fully comprehend the strom churning within Jonathan. Her focus remained on supporting him and making him feel comfortable.

Y/n's decision to stop their intimate moment was rooted in genuine concern for Jonathan's emotional state. Recognizing his internal struggle and the weight of the moment, she deemed it inappropriate to have sex, preferring to prioritize his comfort instead.

As they approached the parking lot, Y/n glanced at Jonathan, her eyes expressing care and understanding, unaware of the intricate battle taking place within him. The walk to his car continued, both wanting nothing more than to be at home.

Jonathan found himself seated at his work desk downstairs, a palpable tension lingering in the air after the incident in the office. Although Y/n seemed to have moved past it, Jonathan's mind remained ensnared by lingering doubts. His understanding of Y/n's unconditional acceptance clashed with an undercurrent of insecurity, fueled by the fear that his actions had jeopardized their connection.

The mere thought that he might have upset Y/n's feelings unsettled Jonathan. He grappled with the possibility that his outburst had tarnished their intimacy, causing him to question the foundation of their relationship. Despite his penchant for a stoic exterior and over inflated ego, Jonathan secretly yearned for Y/n's approval.

Vulnerability was a territory Jonathan rarely ventured into willingly, yet he recognized the necessity of comfort in his relationship with Y/n. Hesitant and self-reflective, he hoped that she could see past the rough edges he inadvertently revealed, seeking solace in the prospect of her acceptance.

Jonathan recognized that it was time to confront his emotions and address the lingering tension with Y/n. Determined, he rose from the couch and made his way to Y/n.

“Y/n…” Jonathan said, climbing the stairs with a certain awkwardness in his gait. His movements were hesitant, and he stopped at the end of the bed, casting a tentative glance in her direction.

Y/n lowered her book, her curiosity piqued by Jonathan's demeanor. She could sense an unusual tension in the air, waiting for whatever revelation he was about to share.

“Jonathan?” Y/n prompted, studying his expressions for clues.

“I was thinking about today… back in my office,” Jonathan began, his voice carrying a mix of apprehension and sincerity.

“It's okay, Jonathan, I get it. You don’t have to say anything,” Y/n reassured him, offering a warm smile to ease any discomfort he might be feeling.

“Y/n… I trust you, and… I want you to see me,” Jonathan confessed. His face remained stoic, but the subtle avoidance of eye contact betrayed his nervousness.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, initially puzzled. "Huh?"

“I want you to see me,” Jonathan reiterated, starting to remove his blazer.

It then dawned on Y/n, and she closed her book, chucking it aside. With undivided attention, she watched as Jonathan slowly shed each piece of clothing, revealing a vulnerability that went beyond the physical, a trust he was placing in her hands.

Finally down to his underwear, Jonathan took a shallow breath, his gaze fixed on Y/n. The air between them felt charged, carrying a mix of vulnerability and trust. He stood there, exposed in both body and emotion, waiting for Y/n's response.

Jonathan averted his gaze, a veil of shame clouding his expression as Y/n observed him. The intensity of this feeling gnawed at him, an overwhelming disdain for his own physique. Regardless of his persistent efforts to bulk up or gain weight, his body resisted, leaving him with a frame that echoed the scrawny boy he once was, enduring the hardships inflicted by his great-grandmother. A past that haunted him.

The disdain deepened with the visibility of scars etched into his skin, each mark telling a painful story. Harsh beatings from his grandmother, cruel pranks from high school bullies, and the lasting consequences of crows attacking him in the church were all etched into his flesh. The transition into becoming the Scarecrow only intensified the scarring, leaving a roadmap of trauma on his body.

Recent encounters with the masked bat added another layer to this visual narrative. Though the caped crusader didn't endorse murder, Jonathan’s encounters with the vigilante resulted in brutal injuries, vividly displayed on his scar-laden body. The physical toll mirrored the internal struggle, a reflection of the haunting experiences that shaped him.

The expression on Y/n's face, from Jonathan's perspective, spoke volumes. In his eyes, he felt repulsively hideous; regret gnawed at him for baring his body to her. How could anyone want to be with something so wretched?

Contrary to his distorted perception, Y/n looked at him with a sense of awe. The fact that Jonathan trusted her enough to expose himself left her feeling a surge of love and adoration. She was profoundly proud of him for overcoming the vulnerability that must have accompanied such an act.

While Y/n acknowledged the scars that adorned his body, they held no weight in her eyes. The marks from past tormentors were irrelevant; what disturbed her were the fresh wounds, the aftermath of recent encounters with Batman. The injustice of such brutality infuriated her; the Dark Knight ought to pay for causing harm to a man who had already suffered so much.

Oddly, the sight of his body only deepened Y/n's attraction to Jonathan. She cherished the way he looked, not in spite of, but because it was uniquely his. In her eyes, he was hers, scars and all, and she wouldn't have him any other way.

Y/n gracefully rose from her seat and approached him. Meeting her gaze with a clenched jaw, Jonathan was taken aback as she reached him and kissed him unexpectedly. Her hands cupped the sides of his face, deepening the kiss. Jonathan surrendered to the embrace, enveloping her in his arms. Y/n's hand moved, her touch exploring every inch of him, leaving no spot untouched.

She sought to understand every part of him, to shower each detail with the love she believed it deserved. Breaking away from the kiss, she fixed her gaze deeply into his eyes, leaving him with a bewildered expression.

"You're beautiful," Y/n spoke.

Jonathan's heart momentarily ceased before resuming its heightened pace. Overwhelmed with gratitude and astonishment, he pulled her back into another kiss. This one reflected his appreciation and astonishment. Never before had anyone regarded him with such kindness, and never before had he received such profound love.

He drew back, his breaths coming in heavy gasps. "Y/n, I... I..." he struggled, searching for the right words. Frowning, he looked around as if hoping the words would materialize before him.

Y/n responded with a gentle smile, silencing him with a hushed. “Shhhh,” with her thumb, she tenderly smoothed out the frown lines between his eyebrows, a soothing gesture to calm his racing thoughts. "You don't have to say anything, Jonathan. You're my beautiful Scarecrow," she whispered, punctuating her words with a kiss on the hollow of his cheeks.

Jonathan closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, finding solace in the embrace. Y/n couldn't help but smile, her arms enveloping his body. The delight of being able to hold him around places other than his neck filled her with joy.

"You've got such a pretty little waist," Y/n chuckled, her fingers delicately tracing along his waist, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.

A blush crept onto Jonathan's face, but he tried to mask it with his own distraction. "And you have such a pretty little mouth," he teased, his finger gently gliding along her jaw. Tilting her head up, he leaned in to share a tender kiss.

He withdrew and fixed his gaze on her. "So...do I get to see your body?" Jonathan asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/n chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Wow! That's why you decided to show me, aye?"

Jonathan chuckled in response. "It was worth a shot," he admitted.

Y/n shook her head, smiling before taking a step back. He looked at her, releasing a shaky breath as he watched her remove her shirt and bottoms, leaving her in her underwear. Jonathan's gaze remained fixed, captivated by the sight of Y/n's body.

Despite any self-conscious feelings Y/n harboured about herself, the reverence in Jonathan's eyes made her feel like a goddess. "What? You gonna start worshipping me?" Y/n teased.

Jonathan sighed, playfully getting on his knees. "If I must."

Y/n gasped as she watched him kneel, running his fingers up her bare legs. He pressed kisses to her thighs, gently squeezing her flesh, creating an atmosphere charged with admiration and intimacy.

Jonathan, mesmerized by Y/n's presence, looked up at her with an admiring gaze. "You're absolutely stunning, Y/n. Every inch of you is a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine appreciation.

As he continued to run his fingers along her skin, he whispered, "Your body is a work of art which I do not wish to share. I could spend a lifetime exploring every curve, every line." Jonathan placed a gentle kiss on her stomach, revelling in the intimacy of the moment.

His fingers traced patterns on her skin. "I'm in awe of you, Y/n. You're like a goddess, and I'm honoured to worship at your feet." Jonathan's words held a sincerity that echoed his deep admiration for the woman before him.

Jonathan paused, looking up at Y/n with a playful glint in his eyes. "So, tell me, goddess, how may I continue to worship you?"

Y/n struggled to catch her breath, her usual encounter with Jonathan involved his sarcastic demeanour, and considering himself a higher being. Yet, at this moment, he was on his knees, worshipping her.

"Fuck. The best I could come up with was you got a pretty waist," Y/n quipped, a playful smile on her lips.

Y/n, still caught in the unexpected intimacy of the moment, couldn't resist reciprocating the gesture. "You know, Jonathan," she began with a teasing smile, "I never thought I'd see the day you'd be on your knees for someone."

She mirrored his position, dropping to her knees and meeting his eyes. Her hand tenderly cupped his face, tracing the contours with her fingertips. "But here we are," she continued, "and you deserve every bit of adoration you're getting."

Leaning in, Y/n pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, savouring the taste of the moment. Pulling back slightly, she whispered, "You're not just the Scarecrow. You're my Jonathan, and you're worth worshipping." Her thumb brushed against his cheek, emphasizing the sincerity in her words.

Jonathan’s face was heating up, but he didn’t want to lose his dignity just yet. “My speech was better..” he said.

Y/n shoved him back, he laughed and landed back on the rug. “You asshat!” Y/n laughed, flopping on top of him. “Good thing this isn’t a competition, you competitive bastard.” Y/n kissed him.

Jonathan enveloped Y/n's waist with his arms, savoring the sensation of holding her so intimately against his bare body. Now unburdened by the constraints of clothing, he felt a newfound freedom to express the depth of his emotions.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" Y/n suggested, her eyes meeting Jonathan's.

He nodded, sitting up with Y/n still cradled in his arms. Jonathan gently guided them to the bed, deftly pulling the covers over their entwined forms. Wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence, they settled into a cocoon of shared intimacy.

After seeing Jonathan’s body in such a vulnerable state, Y/n's thoughts were consumed by the desire to have him completely. Though she knew she had to wait until they were home, the anticipation was driving her wild. The newfound openness to nudity had ignited a spark within her, making her yearn for him more than ever.

Feeling inspired, Y/n decided to visit a lingerie store nestled in the heart of Gotham. Uncertain of Jonathan's preferences, she opted for a classic yet enticing choice – a set in elegant black. Excitement bubbled within her as she perused the options, carefully selecting a few enticing pieces to surprise him later.

Anticipating Jonathan's return later in the day, Y/n planned to surprise him by preparing herself ahead of time. With a sense of urgency, she practically sprinted to the shower, relishing the idea of being fresh and clean for Jonathan. After the refreshing shower, she carefully adorned herself in the alluring black lingerie she had picked out earlier, wanting to create an enticing atmosphere for Jonathan's homecoming.

Y/n looked absolutely stunning in the black lace lingerie she was wearing, the elaborate underwear hugging her curves perfectly. The black lace moulded to her breast beautifully, letting the top of her breast slightly peak over. The lace was just modest enough to hide her nipples, but sheer enough to show off her skin underneath. The underwear sat beautifully on her ass, the lace laying against her tightly and showing off her gorgeous body. She looked like an angel, but she was doing anything but.

With eager anticipation, Y/n carefully pondered over the details of the upcoming encounter with Jonathan. Thoughts of whether he would prefer her to initiate or if he would take the lead occupied her mind. The uncertainty only fueled her excitement further, creating a delightful sense of nervousness that she hadn't experienced before.

As she lay on the bed, adorned in the sultry black lingerie, Y/n couldn't help but imagine the various ways their interaction might unfold. Would Jonathan want to slowly undress her, reveling in the details of each moment, or would he appreciate the boldness of her initiation?

Caught up in her contemplation, Y/n was suddenly jolted back to the present as the door to the warehouse swung open. The sound echoed through the room, signaling Jonathan's return and igniting a surge of both excitement and nervousness within her.

“Y/n? Are you home?” Y/n's heart raced as she heard Jonathan's voice echoing from below, his presence becoming more tangible with each passing second.

"Yeah! I'm home," she responded, her mind buzzing with anticipation as she tried to formulate a plan.

"I'll be at my desk if you need me," Jonathan's voice carried through the space.

Caught in the excitement, Y/n impulsively called out, "Wait!" She mentally kicked herself for the abruptness. "Uh... Don't you want to hang out with me, though?"

Her words hung in the air, a spontaneous invitation that she hoped would redirect Jonathan from his desk to their bedroom.

Jonathan's voice reached her ears, his words dampening her initial excitement. "You know, I'd like to hang out with you, but I have a lot to catch up on right now," he explained.

Determined not to let the opportunity slip away, Y/n took matters into her own hands. "Okay... Come up when you can," she replied, feeling a surge of boldness.

First, she pulled off her shirt, tossing it off the loft balcony. The distant sound of fabric hitting the floor was met with a brief silence. Y/n seized the moment, deciding to escalate her playful tease. Her bottoms followed suit, creating another echoing thud.

As the anticipation heightened, she heard the soft sound of Jonathan's footsteps making their way up the stairs. Y/n assumed her position on the bed, propped up on her elbows, ready to meet Jonathan's gaze. Her new lingerie adorned her figure, a visual cue waiting to capture his attention. The air in the room thickened with anticipation as Jonathan's approaching footsteps signaled the imminent connection.

Jonathan ascended the staircase, his gaze locked onto Y/n as if he had stumbled upon her body covered in lace. His sharp inhale was audible, portraying the intrigue in his expression. Y/n, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement, maintained eye contact, awaiting his response.

"Do you... like it?" she ventured, seeking affirmation.

Jonathan, seemingly entranced, dropped her discarded clothes onto the floor. Closing the distance, he approached the bed where Y/n lay. Without hesitation, he began to climb onto the bed, prompting a playful intervention from Y/n.

"Take your shoes off, Jonathan!" she insisted before he could settle in fully.

Rolling his eyes, Jonathan listened, pushing off his shoes with his feet in a nonchalant gesture. Once shoeless, he resumed his position, hovering over Y/n, his gaze fixed on her.

Y/n seized the moment, encouraging his touch. "Take your time, Jonathan," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. His hands, warm and gentle, started at her shoulders, tracing a tantalizing path down her body. Each caress sent shivers through her, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them.

Jonathan's fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns of the lace, a thoughtful expression adorning his face. His words, steeped in genuine admiration, painted a vivid picture of his appreciation.

"You transcend beauty, Y/n," he murmured, his gaze never wavering from her form.

As his fingers continued their gentle exploration, he added, "In your vulnerability, I find strength. In your imperfections, I discover perfection. You are not just a sight to behold, you are a marvel that elicits awe and wonder. And to think, I get to share this moment with you, appreciating the extraordinary artistry that is you."

"Thank you, Jonathan," Y/n whispered, a mix of surprise and gratitude lingering in her voice.

Jonathan's words had caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. She couldn't recall anyone ever expressing such admiration for her, and she found herself grappling with a mix of emotions. Before she could stammer out more, Jonathan seamlessly continued.

Jonathan's fingertips continued their exploration, tracing lines of admiration across Y/n's skin. As he gazed into her eyes, his words flowed with sincerity, a testament to the profound connection they shared.

"Y/n," he began, his voice low and reverent, "I may not believe in deities or divine forces, but in you, I find something truly extraordinary. It's not about worshiping some higher power; it's about acknowledging the sheer brilliance and beauty that exists in the tangible, the real."

His hands moved with purpose, fingers trailing down her arms and across her abdomen. "You are a masterpiece, a symphony of complexities that defy any preconceived notion of divinity. In your presence, I discover a profound sense of wonder, a recognition of the marvelous intricacies that make you uniquely, breathtakingly human."

Jonathan's gaze intensified, the passion in his words mirrored in his eyes. "I don't need gods or rituals to find the sacred, it's here, with you, in this moment. You are the poetry I never knew I craved, the embodiment of everything that makes life extraordinary. And I, in my own way, stand in awe of you."

Y/n's head spun, the weight of Jonathan's words leaving her feeling light-headed. She had never imagined deserving such praise. The paradox of Jonathan, a man rooted in logic and rationality, now worshipping her, added a surreal touch to the moment.

Kneeling above Y/n, Jonathan's eyes traced the contours of Y/n's form with a reverence that transcended spiritual boundaries. His hands, guided by a devotion that defied any higher power, explored her body with deliberate tenderness.

"Who knew the big bad Scarecrow would be one to worship," Y/n smirked.

"Well, even I cannot deny the presence of such a goddess," Jonathan said, his words causing Y/n's heart to swell with warmth.

As Jonathan sat up, he removed his blazer and woolen jumper. Y/n wasted no time pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jonathan, ever the gentleman, held one of Y/n's hands gently and guided it to his tie. A smile played on Y/n's lips as she loosened his tie, reveling in the intimate connection between them.

She pulled the tie from around his neck, enjoying the subtle shivers running through Jonathan's body. With the tie removed, her fingers moved with purpose to the buttons of his shirt. Each one undone felt like a step deeper into intimacy, and Jonathan's breath grew more unsteady with every button released.

As Y/n reached the last button, a swift motion followed, and she yanked the shirt off Jonathan's body. The fabric slipped away, revealing the intricate details of his physique. Jonathan's chest rose and fell with a mix of anticipation and desire, creating an unspoken connection between them.

Y/n rolled them over so that she now straddled Jonathan. Her fingers traced a deliberate path down his scarred chest, causing a shiver to ripple through his body. It was a sensation he'd never experienced before, someone genuinely appreciating his body. Few had seen his body, and none had regarded it with the reverence Y/n displayed.

"Such a pretty boy," Y/n murmured, leaning down to grace Jonathan's chest with kisses.

He surrendered, letting his head fall back onto the plush mattress beneath him. The vulnerability and beauty of the moment intertwined, creating an intimate dance between their bodies.

Y/n was sitting on Jonathan's lap, her body warm and inviting against his. She leaned in close, her lips just inches from his ear as she whispered, “I want you.”

Jonathan felt his heart race with excitement, his member growing hard in his pants. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, feeling her soft skin underneath the lace of her lingerie.

As Y/n leaned in closer, her hips grinding against his, Jonathan knew he couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his hand moving down to squeeze her ass through the lace.

Y/n broke the kiss, sitting up and reaching for the button on Jonathan's pants. She smiled as she popped it open, sliding his underwear along with his trousers off and revealing his hard member. Y/n couldn't help but admire the sight of Jonathan's member, thick and hard in front of her. She grinned as she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it gently as she leaned in for another kiss.

Jonathan was panting into their kiss as Y/n stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure growing in his groin as he moaned into her mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re already close,” Y/n teased.

Jonathan felt himself getting embarrassed as he felt his orgasm already building, his member twitching in Y/n's hand. He tried to pull away, but she held him close, her eyes burning with desire as she whispered, “Don't fight it.”

But Jonathan was determined not to cum yet. He pushed Y/n's hand away, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to resist the urge to explode. But as he looked into her eyes, filled with both passion and frustration, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He reached out for Y/n, pulling her close as he whispered, “Ride me.”

Y/n was about to remove her underwear, but Jonathan stopped her with a grin.

“Leave them on,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I like the way they look on you.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes bright with excitement as she moved up and down on his member, the lace of her underwear rubbing against his skin. Y/n moved her underwear to the side, baring her pussy for Jonathan's pleasure.

She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “Ready?”

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to groan, his member twitching with anticipation as he nodded his approval. Y/n sank down onto Jonathan's dick, her body warm and wet around him. He groaned, his hands clenching into the sheets as he felt her tight muscles grip him, pulling him deeper inside.

Y/n began to ride Jonathan, she ground her hips against him. He couldn't resist the urge to grab her hips, pulling her close as he thrust up into her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Y/n moaned, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Fuck me, Jonathan.”

He couldn't resist the urge to groan, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her with a growl.

“You want it?” he whispered back, his voice rough with desire.

Jonathan groaned, his member twitching with anticipation as he thrust up into her. Y/n cried out, her body arching back against him as she pushed down onto his member, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of pure passion.

Y/n's eyes were bright with excitement as she looked down at him, her chest heaving with each breath.

“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.

And with that, Jonathan knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Jonathan flipped the two of them over, his member still buried deep inside her. He moved his hands up to hold her waist, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust into her from behind, their hips moving in a frantic rhythm.

Y/n watched in awe as Jonathan fucked her in missionary, his member pumping in and out of her. She couldn't help but admire the sight of him, his muscles tense and defined as he moved above her, his eyes burning with desire.

Jonathan groaned, his member pulsing with excitement as he whispered, “You feel so good.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes bright with excitement as she reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

Y/n kissed Jonathan's neck, her lips moving up to his ear as she whispered, “Dr. Crane.”

He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her with a growl, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as they moved together in a frenzy of passion.

Jonathan moved up to kiss Y/n, his member pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He couldn't resist the urge to worship her, his lips moving down her body as he kissed and nippled at her skin, the sound of her breath coming in short gasps filling the room.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty little patient.” Jonathan kissed Y/n’s cheek.

Y/n and Jonathan were both nearing their orgasm, their bodies moving together frantically. Their breath came in short gasps, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as they moved together towards the brink.

Jonathan looked down at Y/n, his member pulsing with excitement as he whispered, “Come for me.”

Y/n cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her breath came rapidly, her inner muscles pulsing around him as she came to her ultimate release. With Y/n’s orgasm, Jonathan could barely hold back. He squirted is cum deep inside of Y/n’s cunt, filling her hot cavern.

Jonathan sighed, his lips finding the soft expanse of Y/n's forehead, leaving a lingering sweetness in the air. With a gentle ease, he settled down beside her, drawing her delicate form into the comforting embrace of his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away as the warmth between them created a sanctuary, and for a moment, time stood still.

Y/n's smile radiated in the aftermath, their bodies glistening with the shared exertion. "So... how about we indulge in the bath together this time?" she proposed, a playful glint in her eyes.

"That sounds absolutely perfect, my Dear," Jonathan replied.

Jonathan's arms, held Y/n securely as he lifted her off the bed and descent down the stairs. Each step taken with a deliberate grace, he seemed to effortlessly carry her weight. As he entered the bathroom, the light played on the contours of their entwined bodies.

Once in the bathroom, he lowered Y/n down on the edge of the bath. Their eyes locked, sharing an unspoken connection that spoke volumes. The room filled with a gentle hum as he turned on the faucet, the water slowly filling the bath.

Jonathan, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, his fingers traced the edges of Y/n's lingerie, hooking onto the fabric delicately. The room was filled with the soft echoes of water, the ambiance saturated with an intimate warmth.

As his hands began to peel away the lace and silk that adorned Y/n's body, a silent exchange of sensations unfolded. Each gentle movement, deliberate and unhurried, spoke volumes about the connection they shared. Y/n's skin, now exposed to the ambient glow of the bathroom, seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Jonathan adjusted the temperature, holding his hand under the stream, testing the temperature. The inviting warmth of the water welcomed them as Jonathan carefully lowered Y/n into the bath, their bodies meeting the comforting embrace of the liquid sanctuary. He followed, seamlessly joining her in the tranquil pool. The water rippled gently, mirroring the serenity that enveloped the room.

As Y/n settled back against Jonathan's chest, the warmth of the bath enveloping them. The steam from the water curled around them, creating an intimate atmosphere that mirrored the connection they shared.

“You like the bath?” Y/n asked.

“I do, I like it very much. Such a handy little thing you are,” Jonathan said.

Jonathan's lips found solace on her temple, planting a tender kiss that echoed the affection between them. Y/n, in her attempt to find a more comfortable position, earned a groan of protest from Jonathan.

"Easy there," he teased, holding her securely around the waist. Y/n laughed, the sound echoing in the bathroom, mingling with the gentle flow of water.

"It hasn't even been 5 minutes!" she exclaimed, enjoying the playful banter.

"Well, it doesn't have to be with you," Jonathan murmured, his grip tightening slightly, the subtle embrace reflecting a silent promise of closeness in every moment they shared.

Y/n teasingly rubbed her ass against Jonathan's hard dick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the man beneath her. Y/n couldn't help but laugh as she watched the effect she was having on Jonathan. His moans of pleasure only turned her on more.

Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Y/n's hips and held her still, his voice strained. “Stop teasing me.”

“Fine, I won’t tease you!” Y/n said.

Y/n's hand curled around the base of Jonathan's dick, guiding it inside her slick pussy. He had no time to think before her was inside of her again, his head falling back. He felt his cock slide past her tight entrance and into the warmth that awaited him. She was so wet, and he could feel how much she wanted him as he thrust up into her.

Y/n's grip on the side of the bath tightened as she rode Jonathan, her hips moving in a smooth motion that drove him wild. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of her body sliding up and down his dick.

Jonathan couldn't help but tease Y/n as she rode him. “You're so horny, fucking me in the bath” he said, his voice thick with lust.

Y/n grinned as she looked down at Jonathan, his face flushed with pleasure. “Don't complain,” she said playfully. 'You're the one getting to fucking me.'

Y/n was right. It was Jonathan who couldn't get enough of her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her with a ferocity that left them both panting. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.

The water in the bath was splashing around them, creating a sense of intimacy that only added to the heat of the moment. They moved together as one, their bodies twisting and turning in a dance of pleasure.

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to kiss Y/n's back. He moved her hair aside, his lips trailing along her spine and up to her shoulder blade as she bounced on his dick. Y/n couldn't help but shiver as Jonathan's lips left a trail of fire along her skin.

Jonathan couldn't help but growl as he felt Y/n's tight pussy clench around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into her ear.

Y/n couldn't help but moan as she felt Jonathan's words shoot straight to her core. She tightened around him, her body demanding more of the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Jonathan couldn't help but feel his cock pulse with excitement as he felt Y/n's body clench around him. He knew he was close, and the thought of how good it would feel to come inside her only made him move faster.

Y/n couldn't resist the urge to tease Jonathan. “Come for me, Dr. Crane” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Jonathan couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock jerk violently as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure as he emptied himself inside Y/n. His cum filled her walls as her cunt squeezed every last drop out of her.

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to make Y/n feel even better. He moved his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit with a gentle but firm pressure that made her gasp and moan. Y/n's body tightened around Jonathan as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her. She cried out his name, her voice filled with ecstasy.

Y/n's breaths lingered in the steam-filled air as she reclined against Jonathan in the warm bath. The ripples of water played a delicate symphony around them, echoing the harmonious cadence of their intertwined bodies.

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, pressed a tender kiss onto Y/n's shoulder, savoring the closeness between them. As Y/n pulled his dick out of her, watching as his cum too came out with it.

Y/n couldn't resist a cheeky comment, "Mhmm, I love bathing in cum water!" she exclaimed, playfully splashing the remnants of their shared experience.

Jonathan's expression tightened slightly. "Don't say that, that's disgusting," he spoke gently, attempting to maintain his composed demeanor.

"You were thinking it!" Y/n retorted with a mischievous grin, her playful banter dancing through the steam.

"I can assure you, I most definitely was not," Jonathan asserted, a subtle smirk betraying a trace of amusement beneath his composed exterior.

Y/n chuckled, her laughter echoing in the intimate space. "Let's get out now, before I lose control again," she suggested with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Jonathan nodded in agreement, his patience still intact. He patiently waited for Y/n to stand up first, a gesture of chivalry that spoke volumes about his nature. Once she was on her feet, he rose from the bath as well, extending a hand to assist her in stepping out, her legs weak from their intimate moment. The quiet tenderness between them lingered in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of the deeper connection they were exploring.

Jonathan wrapped a plush towel around Y/n's body, the soft fabric clinging to her curves. The air was thick with a mixture of steam and the sweet afterglow of their shared bath. With a gentle touch, he began to rub her arms, the towel absorbing the remaining droplets from her skin. Y/n couldn't help but giggle at the tender moment, feeling Jonathan's careful attention.

Suddenly, with a playful turn, she faced him, her eyes sparkling. She grabbed another towel and, to his surprise, started helping him dry down. His eyes widened at the unexpected gesture, a hint of vulnerability touching his expression. In that moment, their laughter mingled, creating a melody that resonated with the newfound intimacy between them.

In the bathroom, Jonathan experienced an unusual warmth within himself. Y/n had achieved the seemingly impossible, making Jonathan Crane feel cared for and, dare he admit it, beautiful. The residue of the bathwater clung to their skin as they made their way back upstairs, unencumbered by the weight of clothing.

Lying in bed, their naked forms tucked beneath the covers, they faced each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange. Y/n wore an infectious smile that seemed to radiate joy.

Jonathan, curious about the source of her happiness, asked, “Why are you smiling so much?”

The laughter bubbled from Y/n as she replied, “Because... I’m happy.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes and pressed further, “I get that much, but what has you so happy?”

Her answer was simple yet profound, “You trust me…”

As the words hung in the air, Jonathan allowed the realization to settle within him. Yes, he did trust her. In that moment, Y/n had succeeded where others had failed, creating a space where Jonathan could be comfortable in his own skin. Moved by the significance of the moment, he kissed her forehead, silently expressing gratitude for the newfound connection.

“Go to sleep, my Dear,” Jonathan whispered, his voice a gentle caress.

Y/n nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. In the quiet embrace of the room, she inched closer to Jonathan, seeking the reassuring warmth of his presence. His breath caught momentarily, a subtle reaction to the newfound closeness, before steadying again. It was a moment of vulnerability for Jonathan Crane, a man more accustomed to fear than comfort.

He felt safe. For once in his life, he was encircled by a sense of security in the company of another person. As the night enveloped them, Jonathan held her close, his protective embrace a silent promise. Their breathing synchronized, and in the cocoon of each other's arms, they succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep.

A/N: So proof reading this, I noticed I repeated a lot of things, but decided to ignore them 💀 because it really doesn't matter and doesn't change much of the story. I took a LOT of breaks between writing so forgot what I had written and just continued blindly.

I made Jonathan insecure and shit because I was basing him mostly off himself in the comics rather than Cillian Murphy, although, I use him for like everything else. I just love comic book!Jonathan Crane.

I hoped you enjoyed this part and look forward to the next part, whenever that might be. 💚

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PART 3 OF S3 STEDDIE!!

(Hopefully the last part)

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Welcome to Part 3!!

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Eddie watched Steve talk to Jonathan through the window of his car, checking to make sure he would be ok with Billy coming by. Apparently, from what they told Eddie, last time Billy came to pick up Max from the Byers’, he threatened to kill Lucas and gave Steve one of his worst concussions.

So fun.

When they finally drove off, Eddie and Steve stood side by side for a good minute, neither moving or even looking at each other, just standing. Until Steve made the first move to the bikes and Eddie followed.

They stayed in silence while they loaded everything into the back of the van. Mike’s bike first, then Lucas’. Then when Eddie closed the door, Steve finally spoke.

“I really am sorry about them.”

Eddie hummed and looked at him, but Steve was looking down and was biting his nails. Eddie hoped he realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“No it’s fine— really, man. They weren’t doin’ any harm.” Eddie tried to reassure. Steve looked up at him skeptically, still chewing at his nails. Eddie really wanted to stop him. To pull his hands away from his mouth and hold them in his own instead. He bets Steve has soft hands.

“They really didn’t bother you? Like actually? Because I know they can all seem really pushy— even Will, in his own way— but I promise they don’t mean any harm.”

Eddie sighed, watching Steve’s eyes flit back and forth between his own. “Steve. I promise, they weren’t pushy or overwhelming or anything that might be going through that pretty little head of yours.” Steve paused and Eddie reveled in the pink that rose to his face. He smirked lightly. “If anything, it was sweet. They care about you a lot.”

Steve scoffed and turned away, walking around the van to get in, but he could see the smile on his face. Eddie chuckled and followed him over to the passenger side. When Steve hopped up and got in Eddie held the door open and leaned closely.

“What? Don’t believe me?” he smirked. The pink on Steve’s face darkened and he desperately held back a smile. “They were all over me, sweetheart. Asking questions about why I wanted to help, how I knew you, how we went to school together.” Eddie listed.

Steve scoffed again and turned away. “Get in the van, Munson.”

“Oh so I’m Munson now?”

“I swear to god—“

Eddie cackled and ran over to his side. Steve closed the door while Eddie jumped in.

…

The ride was really fun. Eddie expected it to be somewhat awkward and quiet but Steve was quite the talker. Eddie was content to listen while Steve went on and on about the kids; one in particular named Dustin, who was apparently at a summer camp.

They dropped off Mike’s bike first, Steve stopping in to say hi to the Lady Wheelers before popping back out and into the van. This time with a sticker or two on his face.

“Holly,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Ah,” he responded, and started driving.

Lucas’ was next, Steve being greeted outside by Mrs. Sinclair and apparently Lucas’ little sister Erica.

Mrs. Sinclair took the bike while Steve argued with Erica about something or other, Eddie wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than how hot Steve was when he had his hands on his hips. Those shorts did wonders for his ass, Eddie had to admit.

When Steve finally got back in the car after a hug goodbye from Mrs. Sinclair Eddie was smoking a cigarette out the window. Steve eyed his curiously. “You alright?”

Eddie finished his last drag and nodded, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray he had in his cup holder.

As Steve buckled up and Eddie pulled out he asked “Where to now, baby?”

When Steve didn’t answer for a good couple of seconds, Eddie looked over.

Steve was red in the face. Like— really red. His eyes were wide and Eddie could see a bit of green mixed with the hazel, exposed by the dying sunlight. “You alright?” he asked skeptically.

Steve nodded slowly and swallowed. He turned his head to look out the window and brought his feet up on the seat to fold against his chest. He mumbled “Your place for my car” before he folded one arm against his chest and the other against the window to pillow his head. Eddie smiled giddily and started to the trailer.

…

“Baby”. The only thing that was going through Steve’s head right now.

When was the last time he’d been called any sort of pet name? Let alone something so intimate? Short answer: never. Steve was always using the pet names in relationships— both platonic and romantic. So hearing Eddie Munson, in his western accent and deep, rumbly voice, call him “baby” had sent him spiraling off kilter.

Steve closed in on himself best he could while being confined to the van. He could suddenly feel everything on him; where his shorts slightly rode up, how his shirt brushed against his shoulders oddly, how the stickers on his face from Holly stabbed slightly at his skin, everything. It was a little overwhelming.

He didn’t even notice when they pulled onto the street of Eddie’s trailer, or when the van pulled into the driveway, or when the van stopped. He jumped and nearly hit himself in the face when a hand landed on his thigh.

“Sorry!” came the rushed apology from Eddie, who quickly retracted his touch. Steve mourned the loss the of the warmth. “We’re here. You were hella zoned out so I didn’t think you noticed,” Eddie hastily explained.

With a moments pause Steve studied Eddie carefully. He studied the rosy blush on his cheeks, his ruffled hair, his dark eyes, his pretty pink lips. Steve cleared his throat and thanked him before jumping out of the van.

“Hey, man,” Eddie called to him before Steve could reach his own car. “You wanna come in for a bit? It’s only 3 and you look like you could use a nice beer.”

“Oh— I don’t want to intrude—“

“The King? Scared of intruding on a simple peasants home? How the times have changed!” Eddie placed a hand over his heart dramatically while smirking at Steve.

Steve watched him for a moment, smiled so wide his face hurt, and finally accepted. “Fuck it. Sure, I could use a beer.”

And that’s where they were now, sitting in Eddie’s room, drinking their beers and sharing their silence. Steve didn’t think it was awkward, but the more beer he drank the more he felt the urge to fill the silence that settled comfortably between them. He always was a talkative drunk.

“Hey, Eddie.” Steve placed his beer on the crowded bedside table and rolled over on his stomach. “Thanks.”

Eddie eyed him oddly and took another swig of his own beer before reaching over Steve to place it down. Steve preened at the closeness of Eddie reaching over him and rolled back into his back. When Eddie sat back down he asked

“Thanks for what?”

Steve exhaled silently. “Thanks for helping me yesterday. Most people would’ve just left. Hey— I also need to thank your friends. Jeff and Gareth right?”

Eddie paused and looked at Steve. Steve swallowed and felt his breathing pick up slightly. Beer makes it hard for him to conceal emotions. Not that there was anything he was hiding.

Eddie smirked. “You can tell them yourselves tomorrow. I planned on stopping by the store for a bit to get the ice cream I never got yesterday.”

Steve scoffed and smacked Eddie’s leg. They’ve never really spoken to each other before this. Fleeting looks in the halls, catching each other’s eyes in the cafeteria, but never speaking. If they spoke during high school then they threatened to break whatever spell was over them.

But this; this is different. This isn’t them being scared to interact. This is them taking every risk, every threat, and hitting it head on. This was Steve leaving his comfort zone to find something better.

But there wasn’t anything else to it.

(Who is he lying to?)

A sudden thought hit Steve. “Hey, do you still have that club? That DND one?”

Eddie startled a little too hard and coughed. Steve panicked and sat up, patting him on the back and yelling to “fucking breathe”.

“Holy shit.” Eddie coughed/laughed out. “His highness is acquainted with the farmer boy’s game.” He smirked.

Steve huffed and folded his arms, leaning on the headboard. “I’ve never played it myself. But the kids are all really obsessed.”

“Even Max?”

“No, just the boys.”

“Ah. And you brought up Hellfire, why?”

“Because I was wondering if you could take them in next year. They’re starting their freshman year and I want them to be as comfortable as they can. Hellfire will do that for them.”

Eddie regarded him closely, and Steve felt himself go stiff under his gaze; his shoulders rose and his arms tightened against his chest.

“You really care about those kids, huh Harrington?”

Steve exhaled. “Yeah.” his response came out barely above a whisper.

It was near 4 now, according to the clock on Eddie’s dresser. Steve really should be going. The kids would blow up his walkie if he took any longer.

But he didn’t want to move. Steve was caught in Eddie’s gaze; wonderment, curiosity, hunger. It was endearing and Steve didn’t want it to end. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? He doesn’t think Nancy ever looked at him like— even before everything went to shit.

He took in a deep breath when Eddie’s eyes flickered to his eyes and then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips.

Steve sat up slowly, not knowing what else to do.

“Um—“ his voice cracked and Eddie smirked. “I have to— I have to— um, uh—“

“You have to leave?” Eddie supplied, raising an eyebrow.

Steve nodded vigorously. Gods he could feel the heat in his face while Eddie continued to smirk.

He had a lot to think about as Eddie guided him to the front door, talking lowly as to not disturb the quietness they’ve contained for the past hour. Eddie also had a hand on the small of Steve’s back, guiding him down the hall and through the living room. Steve chose not to say anything; he liked the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his back.

Eddie sees him to his car and all the while he’s talking very quietly, the cadence of his voice soothing and calming. Steve loved the way it reverberated through his skull in a soft thrum.

Steve doesn’t remember much about driving to the Byers’, he remembers pulling out of the trailer and turning on the radio, Take On Me playing quietly in the background as if letting his thoughts take front stage. He didn’t know how to feel about anything. But he knew he needed to get to the Byers’ before Max left.

Only when he blinked into reality did he notice the blue eyes in the blue Camaro staring at him intensely. Steve gulped. He couldn’t deal with this, not after such a bad migraine. Not after what happened last year.

But to Steve’s confusion, when Billy got out of his car and Steve did the same, there were no words exchanged. No death threats. No “I’ll kick your ass”. Nothing. In fact— Billy seemed headstand around Steve. And with a fluttering sensation in his gut and a small pick-up in his heartbeat, Steve thought for a moment that maybe Eddie said something to Billy yesterday to make him back off.

He disregarded this thought almost immediately.

Now he and Billy stood side by side on the Byers’ porch. Steve stood idly by, not wanting to get too close to Billy and risk having bad attitude rubbed off on him.

“Well?” Billy snapped after a moment. Steve loathed the way he jumped in his skin. “I’m not fucking knocking.”

“I didn’t know you knew what the hell that was,” Steve uttered while giving four sharp knocks to the door. Billy growled. Call animal control, Steve thought silently to himself.

“Clam it, Harrington. Just cause you have Munson on your side doesn’t do shit to save you. I’ll have your ass down and folded in seconds if I really wanted to.”

On his side?

“Talk all you want Billy, you’re all bark no bite. You scream and you talk and you say shit and yet when was the last time you followed through with something, huh? Does the new King find himself in a pickle? Or did everyone finally leave the damn kingdom.”

Billy looked ready to murder and probably would have had Jonathan not opened the door right at that moment. Billy eyed him cautiously, less in fear and more in “you know things you shouldn’t”. You know, the way Jonathan’s typically eyed.

“Steve, hey. Hargrove.” Jonathan nodded to them.

“Hey, Jon.” Steve smiled. Billy tutted and huffed, his arms crossed.

“Just get the girl already. Neil’s gonna have my ass if she doesn’t he out here already.”

Jonathan eyed Billy silently. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other today. He nodded and went back into the house. When Billy noticed that Steve had made no moves to go inside as well, he raised an eyebrow and seemed to close in on himself even more.

“The hell are you waiting for, Harrington? You going in or not?”

Steve shrugged. He really wasn’t going anywhere until he saw Max and Billy drive away. He knew Billy wouldn’t try anything if he knew Steve was watching, and Steve was determined to keep Max as safe as possible— even if for a few seconds.

“I’m waiting for the boys. I’m dropping them off.” Which wasn’t an entire lie, really.

“Whatever.”

Max emerged from the house at that moment, eyeing Billy warily, as if he might shatter in a moments notice. Steve huffed a barely audible laugh. Max’s hair was sticking up in every-which-way; she must’ve taken a nap.

Billy stalked off the porch without a word. Jonathan was in the doorway now as well, watching Max step up to Steve and hug him before running off to the car.

“Stay safe, Red!” Steve called after her.

Max waved and called back “I will!”

Steve waved to her the entire way down the street until she and the car were gone. When he turned back to Jonathan, the latter was smiling at him. Steve blushed to the tip of his ears.

“What?”

Jonathan snickered. “Nothin, man. Get the hell in here.”

…

Mike and Lucas were hounding him the moment he stepped into the living room. Will clearly had something to say as well but kept his distance. To Steve’s pleasant surprise, El and Hopper were there as well.

Steve told them how they dropped the bikes off and explained the star and smiley stickers on his face. But he kept everything else to himself.

Hopper huffed and put his cigarette out. “Watch yourself around him, kid. Munson’s trouble.”

Steve scoffed. “Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly. He’d run in the opposite direction. You’re just wary cause he’s Hawkins’ best dealer.”

Hopper huffed and rapped his knuckles on the coffee table. “That’s exactly it. I don’t none of you kids getting involved in that shit.”

“And we won’t, you old man,” exclaimed Mike from where he sat between Will and El. “No one here is interested in that shit and I doubt he’d sell to any of us.”

Lucas and Will nodded. El had no idea what they were talking about.

Steve snorted and shared a look with Jonathan and Joyce.

“Anyway,” Steve interrupted before Hopper and Mike could chew each other’s heads off. “I better get Mike and Lucas home soon.”

Everyone groaned, including El.

“Why not have a sleepover?” El asked slowly, piecing together the sentence.

Steve shrugged. “I have no objections. But you’d all be going home early cause I have work.”

“Why couldn’t we go to work with you?” asked Mike. Lucas and Will nodded while El looked at him and Hopper expectantly.

“Um—“ Steve looked at Hopper.

“Steve, El. Kitchen please.” Hopper stood up and walked off, expecting them to follow. Steve gulped and followed with El. Oh what the fuck?

…

Eddie was positively floating the next day. He was convinced he actually had a chance Steve Harrington of all people. And no one was telling him otherwise.

As promised to Steve the previous day, Eddie was back at Scoops Ahoy. He was tagged along with Jeff and Gareth just as yesterday— but with the new addition Brian finally joining them.

(Idk if I gave him a name in the other parts so he’s Brian now.)

Just as Eddie opened the door to walk in, it burst open and he was surrounded by four familiar kids. There was a new face who lingered towards the back and Eddie waved at her. She waved back, but didn’t smile. It kind of threw Eddie off.

But Steve was inside the shop with Robin, talking animatedly to Jonathan, and Eddie felt right at home.

Man, when did that happen?

…

OK OK IM SORRY ILL MAKE A PART 4 😭😭

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #will byers #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #el hopper #steddie thoughts #steddie hcs #steddie fics #steve harrington gets killer migraines #but he has his emotional support metalhead to help #this is part 3 #i’m sorry #I’ll make a spare 4

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priniya · 2 years

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MYSTERY OF LOVE !

kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.

notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).

taglist (click here to be added!)

“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.

“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”

it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.

after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.

it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.

“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”

“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.

“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.

viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty

“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.

“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”

you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”

he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”

when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”

“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”

#haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x female reader #streamer!kenma #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume fic #kenma one shot #haikyuu fic #haikyuu kenma fic #kenma drabble #kenma x y/n #haikyuu one shot #kenma fluff #kenma kozume #hq x reader #kenma x you #niki’s works 🫂

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carolmunson · 2 years

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peanut butter vibe. (steve harrington x thick!reader)

fulfilling my own request for mean!hot!thick!reader and hot!rich!wealthy!corporate!steve harrington who is not so secretly in love with you. takes place in 1996 - reader and steve are 29 turning 30

word count: 10.2K

warnings: 18+ minors dni, f!reader, smut smut smut smut, there is smut everywere in this. from flashback smut to actual smut, they've BEEN fucking. mild daddy kink, face sitting, face riding, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), references to shower sex. body type mention, very little body insecurity mention, reference to an ex boyfriend saying reader was 'too big' for something but it's not like -- something that they take into consideration. dirty talk, pet names (honey, baby, 'good girl' etc.), mild choking, steve is so bitchy but also so soft in this i hate him.

"Hi Stevie, it's me. I'm uh, I'm back a little early, Carly's having her baby soon -- I know it was a little weird last time with Andy being with me. We um, we broke up so he's not here this time. It wasn't like a big blow out or anything but -- why am I talking about this on your answering machine? Sorry. I'll be at Porter's tonight around 6 if you wanted to meet me there? It'd be cool to see you, I guess. -sigh- It's hard to bully you when you aren't responding. Anyway, bye -- I know you'll be there at 5:57 because you can't wait to see me."

Steve let out a sigh while the answering machine closed out with a beep, the robotic voice announcing 'End of Messages'. He took his glasses off and ran a hand over his face, tossing a look at the clock on the wall across from him. It was almost quitting time, and Porter's was only a twenty minute drive away from the office. Part of him selfishly didn't want to show up, or maybe show up a little late to make you sweat since you'd forced him to meet your boyfriend last time. Well, ex boyfriend now.

You and Steve weren't friends in high school. He was busy being King Steve, basketball playing jock covered in ladies and popular people. You were busy in drama club and creative writing in the library, protecting your friends from people like Steve. Sure you knew each other, you graduated in the same year, had a couple of classes together -- but neither of you were very interested in offering each other the time of day. Two incredibly different ships passing in the night.

You weren't Steve's type in high school, either. Steve was always caught with what you'd describe as 'pretty little things'. Girls with waists he could wrap his hands around, thin and toned thighs, girls with a little jiggle where it mattered the most and none where it didn't. The girl's wearing bikini's to his house parties when the pool was open. Maybe if you had looked like that, you would've known Steve in high school -- but then again, he wasn't really the kind of guy you were trying to hail down in Hawkins.

When you weren't getting finger blasted backstage by Eddie 'The Freak' Munson when he got to the theater too early for Hellfire Club, you were making eyes at college freshman at the coffee shop you worked at. Something about slightly older men, y'know? A little mature, a little more sure of themselves. Pouring over books and scribbling in their notebooks behind their frames, staying until close to finish a paper or study for an exam. You had one or two wrapped around your finger your senior year before you left to go to school in Chicago. After Chicago it was New York -- working in marketing for a cosmetics line.

You'd come back to Hawkins every year for the holidays, but one year when your grandfather passed away you ended up at Porter's after the funeral. You were 24 and heartbroken, nursing a glass of red wine, looking out of place in your Manhattan clothes in the cozy small town bar.

You were alone at the stools until Steve Harrington came through the door, suit jacket slung over his shoulder and tie loosened over his button down. He nodded at the bar tender who instinctively poured him a whiskey before he even made it to the barstool two over from you.

"Rough day, Harrington?" he asked, sliding the drink down to him.

"You wouldn't believe, Paul," he shook his head, carding his fingers through his hair. He rested his chin on one hand, propped up on his elbow, catching your movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and looked over at you, a endearing smile lighting up his tired face -- that Harrington charm.

"What about you? Rough day?" he asked. At first you didn't realize he was talking to you, looking down into your wine and listening to the drone of whatever sports game was on the TV. You were brought back to earth when a soft 'hey' came from his direction.

"Me? Oh, yeah. My grandpa's funeral," you said with a scrunched face, shrugging, "Sort of a huge downer."

"Oh, wow," Steve said, turning his full body towards you on the stool, "Sorry for your loss -- that's -- yeah that beats my day. Sorry about that."

You murmur a thank you and go back to your wine, hearing him shift in his seat.

"You look really familiar," he says gently, scanning your face.

"We went to high school together," you say with a smile after a sip of your Malbec, "Class of '85."

"Hawkins High? You sure?," his voice gets a little syrupy, "I think I'd remember you."

"I was in drama -- wasn't really your type," you say with a smart head tilt. It didn't bother you that you hadn't been. The same way it didn't bother you that you might've been his type now.

You spent three hours together talking at the bar, exchanging stories about high school and your years out of it. He told you how he just started on the sales team for some big insurance company and felt so out of his depth but at least he got to wear a suit. You told him about your dingy apartment in the Lower East Side and how you missed driving all the time.

You spent another hour fucking in his BMW, riding him in the back seat tucked in a dark corner of the Porter's empty parking lot. Your skirt pushed up over your hips.

"Fuck," Steve grunted through gritted teeth, splayed out in the center of the back seat, his legs as far out as that could go, "Y'feel so fucking good. So fucking good on top of me."

You whimpered in response, the curve of his cock hitting your spongey, sensitive g-spot with every bounce. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his hands moved smoothly over your thighs, finger tips digging into your fleshy hips when he got your reflection in the rear view mirror. Rear view, indeed. He let his eyes rest on the reverberation of your ass coming down on his hips and big legs with each shove down on his cock. The wet smack! of is crotch hitting against your soaked pussy making him want to fuck you even harder. He kneaded your body in his hands, grabbing handfuls of you as he got to your backside, humming while he felt it shake just out of his grasp.

You yelped when his warm palm cracked down on it, an angry sting running through your lower body. You couldn't help but tighten around him, slick dripping over him between your legs.

"Hm, you like that? You like when I smack that fucking ass?" he asked, holding your hips down so he could buck into you with a faster speed. Groaning while he pumped with vigor, you hear another hard crack on your ass resounding in the backseat before you feel the burn of it. Your whines made his cock twitch, slowing down to feel your hips grinding desperately against him for more friction. You slapped your palms gently against his clothed chest, pouting as you shimmied for more of his assault against your aching cunt.

“You love this cock, huh? Look at you, so fuckin' needy for it,” he gloated while your eyes narrowed in on him. Oh no, you weren't about to give Steve Harrington the satisfaction of telling him how fucking amazing his dick felt plowing into you. You weren't about to admit that all the things girls would say about him in high school were true. You reached for his jaw, holding it tight in your hand to look down at him while his hips slowed to a stop. He looked up at you, his eyes a little glassy, his grip loosening on your hips.

“Shut - your mouth,” you hissed down at him. He flushes, a smirk slips onto his lips as he leans back, putting his hands behind his head, his elbows splayed out next to him.

"Yes ma'am," he says with a soft raise to his eyebrows.

"If you'd like," he starts, taking his glasses off and tucking them into his breast pocket. He looks unbothered by your act of dominance while he runs a hand through his hair and leans forward to close the gap between you. His hands digging firmly into your ass to keep you balanced on his thighs.

His lips ghost yours while he speaks low and huskily, "I can take you back to mine and show you all the other ways I know how to use it."

He ate your pussy with the lights on and gave you his number before driving you back to your place.

'I like talking to you,' he shrugged, 'Call me whenever.'

And so began a so far, five year friendship -- you'd have long phone calls every few weeks or months when your busy schedules allowed. Staying updated on each other: how work was going, what bad dates you both had been on, what hijinks you'd been getting into with friends. Promotions, birthdays, hardships. It was nice to have a friend from home, someone who sort of knew the people you knew before you left. Nice to gossip a little, nice to laugh with each other.

Every time you came back to Hawkins, you'd meet up at Porter's for a drink. Have a real talk like you did the first night you got to know each other and then somehow, for some reason, you'd end up back at his place.

"What'd I say? Right on time, Harrington," you call out when he comes through the door. Steve groans, looking at his watch -- 5:57 on the dot. He'd had a long day, he was tired, and for a moment the sound of your voice made him grit his teeth.

You watch him check his watch and his smile tightens. He looks good -- suit much more refined from when you first really met him five years ago. Tailored, in a color that compliments his skin, his tie perfectly kept to his chest with what you assume was a pricey tie clip, shoes shined. He'd fit in great on Wall Street if he'd just get a fucking hair cut.

The way he walks towards you holds a different confidence than it had in the last year and a half when you were with Andy. Though it was clear he didn't particularly like Andy, he was perfectly pleasant -- able to slip right into a cadence of faux friendship you only wished Andy could've done. You once him over a second time as he sits in the stool next to you, his cologne was new, but expected. It felt like every man you knew was wearing Aqua di Gio.

"I know you're always so desperate to impress me but I gotta say, you look a little overdressed for Porter's. Were you nervous or something?" you ask sweetly, sipping on your red wine. You slide a whiskey double infront of him and he looks down at it, a frustrated smile breaks against his face. He bites the tip of his tongue between his teeth, shaking his head -- his hair moves with him.

"Looks like you didn't bother getting dressed up for me at all," he bites back, "C'mon, Manhattan -- a Hawkins High sweatshirt?"

Manhattan -- his favorite nick name when you got too big for your britches. A little too snobby for his liking, which was funny coming from a man with more designer clothing than you could dream to afford.

You looked down at yourself, you'd stolen the sweatshirt from your little sister -- your original one too battered and stained to see the light of day again. Sure, maybe your light wash bootcut jeans weren't screaming high fashion but your black square toed boots were cute! You swore you looked good before you left, but suddenly you weren't sure. You'd fallen off dressing 'nice' when you were home, it just wasn't worth it.

"Okay, mean," you spit, not giving off offense -- but not hiding it either.

"I like the boots, though," he shrugs, lifting the tumbler to his lips. The golden brown of the whiskey matched his eyes, they seemed to soften as the liquid met his mouth.

"Top shelf?" Steve's teeth are bright and straight in his smile while he sets the glass down.

"Do I ever disappoint?" you ask, crossing your legs. He burns pink at the question.

"Never," he's earnest in his response, finally making full eye contact with you, "You staying through the holidays?"

"Just for a few days, then heading back to wrap up Q4, I'll be back on the 23rd like always," you say. He nods and stands up, scooting his bar stool closer to yours -- just enough that your knees brushed. He leans forward, acting like it's too loud to hear you but the bar is only half full. You lean forward too, resting your chin on your hand, elbow drilling into your crossed thighs.

"And how's Carly?" he asks, you can see the delicate five o'clock shadow peeking through on his chin and neck. His lips full and wet with whiskey, he slides his tongue over them slowly to collect the flavor.

"So over being pregnant," you roll your eyes over your older sister's dramatics, "But you know -- she's excited. I'm excited, too! I get to live out my dreams of being the mysterious, hot, rich aunt."

"So, what -- Andy didn't want to be the rich uncle?" he asks, you note that he drops 'mysterious' and 'hot'. The mention of Andy stings a little and your eyes droop down to your wine.

"Sorry," he says, his comforting hand falling on your knee, "I'm sorry."

He squeezes your knee when you don't look up at his apology, a beat passes while you contemplate saying something mean -- but it's a little nice to see him feel apologetic.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, his thumb soothingly running back and forth over your thigh as his hand moves further up. Steve frowns at your disappointed face, he hated crossing the line by accident.

You shake your head no, tilting your head back up, "Let's wait on that. I wanna hear about that big promotion you got -- we haven't really gotten to talk about it."

Steve got promoted to Director of Sales six months ago and it was kicking his ass way less than his previous management position. What was most exhausting was how incompetent everyone was.

"Well, you were kind of too busy --" he started, but quickly shook his head out of the bit, "It's fine, it's a lot of work -- god, no one ever knows what they're doing. A lot of directing going into this director of sales thing."

"Aww, my little scumbag -- running the insurance show," you coo, "You should do car sales next, so sleazy, you'll fit right in."

"You're somethin' else, tonight," he laughs, taking his hand off your leg, "And are you any better? Working for a company that tells women they're ugly so they'll buy all your shit? How's it going at L'Oreal anyway?"

You sigh and roll yours eyes, "More like L'Ore-hell. I just transferred into the marketing team from customer insights and it's somehow -- boring? I already know the answers to all of the problems they come up with. It's like they don't know who their customer base is."

Steve's eyes sparkle while you continue to rant about ROIs and think tanks, he loves when you talk about how much you hate your job. You get so passionate, you talk so fast he can barely keep up.

"I wish I could check your blood pressue right now," he jokes, it's the kind of joke adults make. Sometimes it feels like you're both playing the parts of adults at these bar hang outs -- two kids in their parent's clothes on barstools, just giggling.

"When I went to the doctor they had to check it twice because I was talking about work when they checked it the first time -- that's how stressed out it makes me," you huff.

"Sorry, I just made that all about me, can you please let me more about your director job -- are you at least happy about the promotion?" you ask.

You miss his hand on your leg but it's probably just the wine talking. Paul comes over to replenish the glass without asking, you and Steve were both two drinks and go kind of people (sometimes you'd sneak a third if he wasn't paying attention).

"I mean, sure -- I'm a step away from getting into a chair position. I'm making more money than I know what to do with. My dad is thrilled for the first time ever," he explains, always so expressive but you catch him nervously swipe through his hair, "But -- fuck...y'know?"

"I don't know," you laugh into your glass, "What do you mean, 'fuck'?"

"I'm gonna be thirty next year and like, what do I have to show for it other than --"

"Other than being a wealthy hometown high school basketball super star, swimming in pussy, who got a cushy office job two years after graduating because your daddy was tired of seeing you work at Family Video, and now is the director of sales at a big wig insurance company after only what -- seven years in the company? And wears designer suits and is still swimming in pussy?" you say in one breath. He sighs at you and leans his head into his hand, elbow resting on the bar.

"Sure -- I guess," he smiles, but it's a sad smile.

"What more do you want, Steve?" you ask with a shrug, "You've got a pretty sweet deal here."

"I don't know," he shrugs, "I mean look at you -- every time you come back you have a new story to tell me, something exciting that happened to you. I have -- pfft -- 'They hired a new secretary! Here's the gossip about other people in Hawkins I learned from my mom! I'm still sort of a loser!"

"I mean sure, yeah, you're a loser," you agree, "But not, y'know, not like -- in the bad way."

He tosses you a look but you smile back at it, making him smile back at you. This time it's genuine, you figure the whiskey is helping. Steve sits back up to full height and leans back in his bar stool, knees splaying out. If he took his suit jacket off you'd swear he'd look like one of those 1950's husbands whose a little annoyed that dinner isn't ready yet -- your thighs press tight together.

"I think you sound bored," you suggest, "Like you need something different."

He drums his fingers on the bar, staring at them while he speaks, "I have some options I've been thinking about, but I don't know. Don't wanna make a fool of myself if it doesn't work out."

"Don't wait too long," you say with a shrug, "Another ten years will fly by like that." You snap your fingers for emphasis.

"What happened with Andy?" he presses, sipping his whiskey to down the rest and putting the empty glass on the table.

You 'ugh' under your breath and take a big sip of wine before you feel him tug at the end of the stem, "Sloooow down. Don't wanna to have to carry you out of here."

"You couldn't carry me, Harrington," you say flatly.

"We both know that I can carry you, but okay," he says with a quirked brow, unimpressed with your attitude. The memory of him hoisting you up against the shower tile in his bathroom with your fleshy thighs wrapped tight around him flashes through your mind. Hot breath and hot water running all over you while he grunted into your ear with each desperate thrust. Steve notices your cheeks heat up -- he knows what you're thinking about, because he is too. A satisfied smile settles onto his lips.

"Alright, settle down," you say, pushing your glass a little away from you towards Steve while his next whiskey arrives. You aren't sure if you're talking to him or to yourself.

"I just..." you breathe out of your nose, "It wasn't working out. I was tired of taking care of him."

"Oh, you broke up with him?" Steve confirms.

"Yeah," you sit back a bit, furrowing your brow, "Did you think he broke up with me?"

"I don't know, you seemed really sad about it!" Steve says, his hands outstretched, "I thought he left you."

"He didn't," you say, "I left, but it's still a bummer. Thought maybe he could've been it, y'know? But, thinking back it would've been -- I don't know -- it wasn't going to happen."

"He didn't want to get married?" he asked, a little surprised.

"I don't think that was in his five year plan, he barely took me out to dinner," you complained, "I was paying for everything 'cause I had a better job."

Steve crossed his arms while you talked, frowning while you continued to ramble about Andy and the break up.

"I just felt like I was putting a lot of effort into him, and I wasn't getting anything in return," you shrug, "And like, that's okay. I'm so used to doing that but...I don't know, I think I just would like for someone to take care of me for a change."

You pause, considering what you said and shake your head, "That sounds so selfish, oh my god."

"I don't think it sounds selfish at all," Steve shakes his head, "I think you're sort of asking for the bare minimum -- I mean fuck, he didn't take you out to dinner? I've taken you out to dinner and you've never even been my..."

You're both quiet for a beat while he trails off, neither of you looking at each other. You reach for your wine and he moves the glass away just as your fingers graze the stem. You lift your butt of the stool and pluck it out of his hand, taking another - smaller - sip. He looks at you like a disappointed father.

"Maybe I wanted to try it? Ugh, you're right Manhattan, you're so selfish," Steve teased.

"You don't like Malbec, Stevie," you swirl the booze in your glass, "That's why I order it."

Steve knows that's why you order Malbec, that's why he kept ordering whiskey -- you don't like it, but he'll know you're getting a little drunk if you ask for a sip of his drink. That's when he knows it's time to take you home, he'd sleep with you another night. He doesn't want you to get too drunk tonight, something about your flushed cheeks. The way you look in those boot cut jeans -- especially when you excused yourself to the bathroom and he could watch you walk away. Whew.

Steve waits for the door to close behind you to hail down Paul to get the check.

"She's gonna get pissy that you're covering it," Paul said while passing him the bill for your drinks, "She told me not to let you pay when she got here."

"Paul -- What's she gonna do? Kill me?" he gestures his hand out while using the other to reach for his wallet. He pulls out a few bills, including a generous tip, and passes them to Paul indiscreetly.

"Steve -- come on!" He winces at your voice, "I told you last time I had it next!"

"My hand slipped -- suddenly the money just appeared in Paul's register, there was nothing I could do," Steve held his hands up.

"Paul!" you call down the bar, but the yell turns into a laugh, "You promised you wouldn't let him pay!"

"He threatened me within an inch of my life. Had to let the man do what he wants," Paul said, putting the cash in the register. You settle back into your stool and cross your legs again, smoothing your damp hands on your jeans.

"I'm gonna kill you, Harrington," you mutter to your knees.

"I feel like 'thank you' would've been a much nicer thing to say," he's always so cool when he talks. You envy how easy it is for him to be charming, to turn it on quickly. Sometimes he makes you feel nervous and seventeen again, even though you've done this so many times before. He looks at you over the whiskey glass while he sips it, eyes glittering behind his glasses. Neither of you have to say anything to know what happens after his finishes his drink.

When you left, he reached for your hand when the door to Porter's closed behind you. You didn't need the support, the parking lot wasn't icy or snow covered, you weren't drunk -- but you let his fingers lace with yours. He guides you deliberately to his car -- of course it's new -- a dark green Porsche 911. What a tool.

"You like my new toy?" he asked. It was easily the most expensive car you'd seen in Indiana.

"Steven," you're a little exasperated -- sometimes he was such a poor little rich boy, "Why?"

He shrugs, "Felt like it."

You let go of his hand to walk to the passengers side door, waiting for him to unlock it while you shiver. He notices you didn't have a coat on, shaming himself silently for not offering his trench for the short walk.

You both get in when he unlocks to doors and you eye the interior, the plush leather of the seats. You squint a little when you cast your eyes over to him, "I feel like you're compensating for something."

"Oh yeah?" he asks casually, starting the car and cranking the heat, "What am I compensating for? Wanna remind me?"

You cross your arms and don't answer because he doesn't have anything to compensate for. Steve Harrington was born blessed, if you were more religious you'd swear he was God's favorite.

"That's what I thought," he says with a grin while pulling out of the parking lot. His hand meets your head rest while he stretches his neck back to check for cars. The same hand falls to your thigh when you make it on the road, sliding his palm over the swell of it -- his fingers resting inside. He let his eyes glance at how your hips filled up the small passengers seat at a red light, your jeans tight over your thighs.

Steve gave you a soft squeeze when the light turned green, you put your hand over his hand at the gesture -- relacing your fingers. You don't notice the gentle smile blooming onto his face, too busy looking at Christmas lights on the houses outside.

You don't waste time when you both get into his house, slipping off your shoes at the entry way -- bolstering passed the darkened livingroom to the stairs in his mini-mansion. He follows quickly behind you, getting ahead of you to get into his room to turn on the bedside lamps.

"Are those new?" you whisper -- it's not like anyone is home, it's Steve's house, but the darkness makes you feel like you have to be quiet. He comes back over to you, quick on his socked feet and pulls you in for a feverish kiss.

"Yeah," he says between kisses, all harsh breaths and wet clicks, "I had a new -- mmm -- uh fuck -- new decorator come in."

His hands are wound in your hair while he keeps control of your head, his kisses go from fast and hungry to slow and controlled.

"I'll show you later," he mumbles against your lips. You nod in agreement, you did genuinely want to see. What fancy hotel was it based off of this time?

"This is okay, right?" he asks, pulling away, "I'm sorry I didn't ask I just -- old habits, I guess."

"It's okay, Stevie," you assure, his hands slipping out of your hair and onto your full cheeks. He squishes them together a little and smiles into a little chuckle. Sometimes you're so cute to him he can't stand it, he wants to eat you whole -- wants to keep you in his bed forever.

"Good," he mumbles again before settling back in for a deep kiss that leaves you moaning softly into his mouth, "Missed feeling you like this."

"You're so needy," you tease, his hands dropping from your face to your hips, feeling his own press against yours.

"Oh, you feel that?" he smirks, dick hard in his slacks -- straining despterately to get your attention.

"Needier than I thought," you scoff, "You gonna make it, Steve? You don't even have your jacket off yet."

"Watch your mouth," it's not mean when he says it, he likes when you tease him because you have nothing to back it up. You've never left unsatisfied -- even when you were on top calling him your 'sweet boy', you'd get in the shower after with your legs shaking. Shivering against him when he'd get on his knees and lick at your sensitive clit just to watch you leave hand print on the glass.

"You just sound so pretty, miss. I can't help myself," he'd say from below you, water droplets resting on his eyelashes while you gushed over his mouth.

Steve breaks away to take off his jacket and looks at it for a split second -- hesitating.

"You wanna hang it up, huh?" you know how he gets.

"Will you be mad? I just don't want it to crease," he pleads.

"You're gonna get the suit dry cleaned anyway," you say back, laughing.

"I know, I know, but I have to -- I just have to hang it up, I'm so sorry," he presses a chaste peck to your lips before disappearing into his walk in closet. You take your time getting undressed because you know he'll be at least seven to nine minutes while he puts everything back in the 'to be dry cleaned' part of the closet.

You keep your bra and panties on, white satin, a little lace. He's always a sucker for something angelic that's a little grown up -- but you guess you are grown ups now. It's weird to consider.

He emerges from the closet in his boxer breifs with a frown, "Why'd you take your clothes off without me?"

"You took your clothes off without me," you counter point, "Did you want me to just sit here and wait for you?"

"Kinda," he says with a half shrug, "Would've been nice."

You get a little giddy while he approaches you, his smile building when yours does. His hands skate over the flesh on top of your flared ribs, over to your back. His fingers gliding over the back strap of your bra before snapping it off of you, dropping it to the floor. He traces the indents on your skin from the clothing, red and raw. Big hands grope at your breasts before following the slope of your waist back down to your ass, filling his hands greedily.

"Missed her the most," another chaste kiss to your lips, "But I think you knew that." Steve had always thought he was a tits guy until he met you, maybe you were the exception. Maybe he liked all your parts.

"I knew that," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Can you stop stalling, Harrington? This wine's gonna wear off soon."

With your hold on his neck, laying you back on the mattress was an easy feat. He spread you out wide, pushing your hands above your head while he settled his hips against yours. He couldn't help himself from starting to rut against you -- you were so warm, your pussy practically begging him to fuck you.

"Ooh," you moaned out against your better wishes, his covered cock giving you just enough friction in your panties to set you ablaze. You could feel yourself dripping into them, begging, waiting for him.

"You really want me tonight, huh?" he asked hungrily, knowing the answer.

"Y-yes, Stevie," you whined, letting go of his hands to let your nails graze down his back, feeling the length of him trapped in his boxers press against you.

"Oh-ho-ho, whose needy now, hm?" he teases in your ear, grinding mercilessly against you, his chest pressed up against yours while he keeps you pinned the the mattress.

"So quick with that tongue earlier, what happened?" he smirks, getting right in your face, brushing his nose against yours. You roll your hips against his, your thighs sliding against his hips as another mewl escapes you at the friction.

"Oh, I see. You wanna be good for daddy now, don't you?"

"Steven," your eyes pop open, your mouth gapes with a smile, "You can't just say stuff like that."

He laughs into a kiss on your neck, "C'mon, I think you liked it."

"I don't really think you're the 'daddy', type," you say, your voice taunting.

"No?" he asks his voice is calm, but his eyes are challenging you.

"No, you're too nice," you smirk while he comes up to kiss your mouth, "You've never won a fight in your life. And you're what, almost 30? Who're you bossin' around?"

He watches you raise a brow when you say it, your lower lip tucking slowly between your teeth in a grin -- god he loves when you do that.

"Lot of secretaries to go through in the office, mmm," he hums when your lips graze his neck, your tongue striping up to his jaw, "Learned a couple things."

"You think I can't boss you around?" he asks, pressing up off of you and leaning onto one of his forearms.

"I know you can't boss me around," you say, your brows quirking while you push at his chest to get on top of him like you always do. Already soaking at the thought of him whining for you to fuck him, to cum all over him, grabbing at your thighs, hips, and ass desperately. His heaving breaths after finishing, resting his head on your stomach while you stroked his hair, feeling his lips press against your soft, pudgy, belly to let you know he's ready for the next round.

He caught your wrist as you pushed and pressed it back down into the mattress.

"Oh c'mon Stevie, I love hearing you beg for me," you tease before he presses his mouth against yours, noses squishing together. Over the years, Steve craved closeness from you -- pulling you flush against his chest when you were on top, wrapping his arms around your back. Clutching you, fingertips sinking into your cloud-soft flesh while you moaned into his ear.

"Think you can beg for me for a change," he mutters, pulling away as you reach to kiss him again. A little whine pulls from your throat and he purrs at the sound. Right where he wants you.

He gets on his knees between your legs and looks down at you, eyes roaming the expanse of your body -- your broad shoulders, soft skin, delicate curves and indents. His personal Aphrodite -- flesh turned fine art. All the Rennaissance paintings in the world couldn't do you justice. He stuttered the first time he saw you naked, overwhelmed by you and how not shy you were for him to see you. Steve let's a finger trail along the lining of your silk panties at your thigh, you shiver at his soft touch.

"Take these off," he says, but it comes out as a demand.

"So mean," you tease, tugging at the elastic and lifting your hips up to push them over your butt and thighs. He shrugs off your jest, grabbing your underwear when they get too far down for you to reach and throwing them on the floor. He's rough when he flips you over to your stomach, the flesh of your ass bouncing with the movement and he salivates immediately.

"I'll show you mean," he says, it's more playful than menacing. He brings a hand down hard on your soft body, ass reverberating with the action and you gasp -- tensing all around.

"Ow -- Steve!" you cry out, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, shit,” he smooths over the pink handprint blooming on your skin, “I’m sorry.”

"It's okay, it's fine, just -- I don't know, warn a girl," you laugh. His hand drags over the curve of your ass to your thigh.

"Did you like that?" he asked, his voice dropped to his lower register and you inadvertently press your thighs together. Your face drops into your arms on the mattress, blushing.

"Is that a yes?" he asks, fingers snaking to your inner thigh and your hips roll slowly at the feeling. He hums when he sees you nod into your forearms.

"On your knees, baby," he suggests, tapping your thigh. You adjust onto your knees, forearms still on the mattress in a perfect deep arch. He sits back at first, taking a moment to marvel at your ass in the air -- committing it to memory. He keeps his hand on your inner thigh, massaging gently while you settle into position.

"Open up a little more for me," he's gentle, pushing at your flesh so you open up wider. You adjust and he grins, sliding his boxers off -- you whimper when he does.

"You okay?" his voice laces with acute concern, it wasn't a sexy whine or cry like you usually do. He stands up so he can soothe you from the side of the bed, his hand smoothing over your back.

"I thought you were gonna -- I didn't know we were immediately gonna fuck," you say, leaning your face to the side to look at him.

"Oh no - I wasn't just gonna - when have I ever just gone in and fucked you?" he laughs, "I just wanna jerk off while you sit on my face, is that okay?"

"So much for me begging for you," you smirk, "Sitting on your face, just like old times."

He huffs a breath through his nose looking down at you, his face unimpressed. He leans forward, face inches away from yours, "Who was just whining over the idea that I might not eat her pussy tonight?"

You burn at his words and he notices, "Was it you?"

You nod with an embarrassed smile, "If you're a good girl, I'll let you be the boss next time. I'll teach you a few things, yeah?"

"Steeeeve," you whine while your skin is in flames, "You can't say that."

He gets on the bed behind you, one hand on the bend of your hip, the other with his fingers sliding against your open folds -- finding slicknes without surprise.

"Can't say what?" he asks with a smile, "Can't call you my good girl?"

Your hips push back on his fingers when he says it and you scold yourself at your body's betrayal. You hear him tutt behind you and you clench around nothing at the sound, "Sure feels like I can."

He slides under you like a well versed mechanic, arms and hands immediately wrapping around your thighs, stifiling their nervous jiggle. He guides you down to his mouth, your posture changing while you sit further up and back so you can see his eyes and he can see all of you. Your hips wiggle as you feel his breath on your opening.

"Are you excited?" he asks, you nod and he can't hold out anymore at the sight of your smile. You feel his tongue drag, poking between your folds once you relaxed -- his fingers reaching to keep you spread open to start.

Your smile transforms to a pornographic gasp, head immediately thrown back as his tongue stripes you again. Your hips rock against his mouth, Steve smirks to himself into the next lick, flicking over your clit and a peal of mewls escape your lips.

He feels at home here, your full, thick thighs keeping his ears warm in the December weather. This big cold house suddenly feeling full with your voice moaning his name. He didn't need the whiskey if you were offering to quench his thirst like this.

You feel his tongue lap at your opening, the thick, wet, muscle pushing in past your walls trying to desperate to out maneuver him. His face was coated in your juices, dripping freely own onto his chin and cheeks while he fucked you with his tongue. He watched as your hand reached down to tease your clit, he caught it in his, pushing it up to your breasts.

"Play with your tits f'me baby, let me watch," he says, scooting up a bit.

"But Steve I --" you huff, desperate for some extra stimulation.

"I'm getting there, if you'd just be patient for like, twenty seconds," his voice sounds like he's back at the bar, admonishing you like you're rushing him to get out of the bathroom.

"You're ruining the mood," you cross your arms over your chest, pouting.

"Aww, I'm ruining the mood?" he mocks, a fake frown matching yours. He slides a finger slowly past your tight walls and you falter a little but hold to your convictions. He holds eye contact with you through his glasses, pushing a second finger in to meet the first.

Your mouth gapes, eyes pricking with tears as your walls close down hard on him, "Am I still ruining the mood, baby?"

A silent cry rattles your chest, falling quietly out of your open mouth. Your eyes close tight while he snickers, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm, "It's all better now, isn't it?"

His voice makes you dizzy, he used to talk to you like this when you first started fucking. Cocky and confident -- certain he was making you feel good, and fuck he was. What did he ask you to do before? Your brain was racking for the command, but too overwhelmed with pleasure when he hooked his fingers to find your g-spot.

"Stevie -- oh fuck, fuck, please more," you whine out, you sound pathetic but you can't even find your self to care. It feels like a roller coaster reaching it's peak with every curve of his fingers teasing your spongey center. 'Play with your tits f'me baby, let me watch.' There it is, that you could do. You palm your breasts, pulling and pinching at your hard nipples looking down at him over your belly pooch. He winks when his tongue finally makes contact with your clit and you shudder instantly. You gush over his fingers, taken by surprised by your own orgasm -- already feeling the second one building.

"That's my good girl," he purrs beneath you, "Stay just like that, okay? I'm not done."

You gulp, feeling his soft kitten licks back on your clit start to ramp up to fast flutters -- Steve didn't want to start you back up slowly. Your breath had barely steadied before it picked back up again, flexing your core to keep yourself hovering above him. Your hand reached down to his hair, tugging while your thighs tensed.

"Ride my face, baby, come on," he encourged, "You've never been nervous to do it before."

"I --," you hesitated, "I didn't with Andy -- it's been a while."

"What?" he asked, surprised, pushing up so his full head peeked out from between your legs, "Are you fucking with me?"

"He...ugh, Steve," you leaned your head back and then turned it back down, mumbling, "He said I was too heavy."

Steve's eyes furrow, mouth open, unsure at first how to respond -- aghast, "This guy sounds like a fucking loser. You're not too heavy -- god -- who says 'no' to that? What's wrong this this guy?"

Steve shakes his head and pushes back down, "Sit on my face, baby. Fuckin' suffocate me."

You don't have a choice, he pulls you down onto him, your knees sliding further apart and you can't help but start grinding your hips against his tongue. The whole act sounds as lewd as it looks, wet and sticky as he captures your slit in his mouth to suck on it. Spreading your ass in his hands to spread you further apart, moaning low into your pussy so you can feel the vibration through your core.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ooh daddy just like that," the words just pour out of you while you start reaching your second peak, hips writhing onto him with your back arched. Steve grips your ass cheek hard before smacking down on it with a loud 'thwap!', satisfaction burning in his stomach -- daddy, daddy, daddy. The same hand reaches for his neglected cock, covered in pre, leaving a patch of cold liquid on his hard, muscled stomach.

Steve feels your hips hump his mouth in quick succession, his nose bumping your clit rapidly. Your moans get shorter and higher with each flick of his tongue against you until they're just huffed breaths.

"Mmm, come on," he nods up at you, "You can do it, angel."

You nod back, face contorted while tears stain your cheeks, the next roll of your hips his mouth makes contact with your clit again. You see stars, you cum so hard you swear you're pissing. You can hear Steve's grunts under you, collecting your slick to add friction to the fist he's fucking behind you.

"Get on your back," he demands, "Need t'fuck you, holy shit."

You get on your back, looking up at him now on his knees, both of your eyes lust blown in the low light. You weren't a stranger to his cock, but every time you saw it you couldn't help but feel spit build in your mouth. It was angry tonight, tip red and leaking, veins pulsing while he stroked himself looking down at you.

"I don't know, Stevie -- it might be -- it's too much," you say, thighs pressing together to protect your sensitive cunt.

"Two is nothing, honey," he shakes his head opening your legs up, crawling over you to line his tip up with your entrance, "You've given me four in less time."

You whine like a child, but you don't stop him when he slides the tip against your entrance, building up the slickness to slide over his cock. When his tip pops in you hiss, back arching to feel another inch push into you.

"Oh, that shut you up, huh?" that voice was back again, Steve was starting to feel so confident, you might as well start calling him Manhattan. He pushes deep into you, all the way to the hilt -- your legs springing up against your chest automatically -- heels hitting his back.

"You feel so good, Stevie," you moan into his mouth while he leans in to kiss you.

"Pussy's fucking made for me," he rasps while his thrusts pick up, forceful and deliberate. Steve loves fucking you because he knows how well you can take it. You were built sturdy, plush, soft -- he loved how it felt to slam into you. He'd heard it on the radio, some cheesy line 'more cushion for the pushin', but fuck if it wasn't true.

Steve knew he wouldn't last long inside you, your pussy tight and wet -- hugging him in place, resisting his exit. He filled you completely, your eyes rolling back the second you felt the hair at the base of his cock tickle your skin over and over again.

"Steve, oh god Steve," you moan through gritted teeth, tears back to rolling down your cheeks as your nails dig into his back, "Just like that daddy, fuck me like that."

His mouth falls open at your words, the girls on his desk never talk like that. He can't fuck them how he wants to, never throws them around. They don't look at him the way you look at him, soft and pretty. They don't wanna wash his hair for him in the shower after, and kiss the freckles on his back. He doesn't wanna make them dinner after, or give them a ride home. He doesn't blush the way he does when it's you that calls him daddy. When you call out his name. When you look up at him with those eyes. When you hold his hand in the car. When you tease him for coming to Porter's early. When you call every time you come home just to see him when you could see anyone else.

Steve's hand finds your jaw but you guide it to your throat while you bounce against his thrusts, he chuckles wickedly, "When'd you turn into such a whore?"

His fingers press down expertly on your neck while you attempt to moan out an answer that he doesn't wanna hear. He just wants to keep watching your fucked out face and body while he drills into you deeper. His voice lilts into a mocking coo, your cunt drools.

"Just for me, isn't it?" he asks down at you through his glasses, and you nod quickly in his hold, "They're not fuckin' you like this in the city, huh?"

"Had to come all the way back to Indiana to get this dick, didn't you? All the way back home so daddy could fuck you just how you like it," he huffs, feeling himself get close.

"Yes, yes -- had t-to come back for you - oh fuck, fuck," you whine out, raspy and nasal from lack of blood flow.

"Who fucks you like I do, hm? Who else is makin' you come like I can?" he eases up on your throat, moving back to your jaw -- leaning in to give you a sloppy tongue kiss into your gasping mouth. You tighten again over him, gushing whatever creamy spend you had left in you, gripping his shoulder tightly while your eyes pinched closed.

When you're nose to nose again you look up at him, "Nobody, Stevie. Just you, it's just you."

He growls at the confirmation, his hips stuttering -- 'Nobody fucks her like I do,' ringing in his head while he feels his vision start to go white.

"Baby, baby," he starts, his voice softening, "God, fuck -- can I come in your mouth?"

You nod and he groans, panting while your wet walls keep his cock warm and tight inside you. Steve slows his thrusts which just makes the feeling more intoxicating, your sticky thighs meshing with his soaked hilt. You whimper and cry with every push into your overstimulated cunt, your legs almost giving out from being pressed against your chest.

"Jesus Christ. Gonna come in your mouth," he whispers into your neck, "Feels -- oh shit -- fuck, it feels so good in your pussy, though."

Steve knows he can't hold back, quickly pulling out of you while you shoot up onto your elbows. He pulls your head forward with one fell swoop of his big hand, your mouth and thrat sucking in his cock in a vice grip. You can feel the warm liquid start shooting into your mouth immediately, but it doesn't stop you from obediently sucking on it. He's peak caveman brain while he watches you, your eyes shining up at him while he holds his weight up on your head -- grunts and snarls coming out of his mouth while he finishes thrusting into your face.

You take your mouth off as he softens and swallow, gingerly sitting up slowly. Your thighs ache, you're exhausted. He sits down onto his calves, both of you panting on the center of the bed.

"Let me -- let me get you some water," he huffs out, sliding off the mattress into the attatched master bathroom. He's only gone for ten seconds, passing a clear glass into your shaking hand. You sip slowly to start before gulping it down.

"You okay?" he asks, leaning over to kiss your forehead, "You're quiet."

You nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out, "That was...insane."

He laughs, it makes you laugh, and he lays down onto the mattress to stare up at you. You look down at him, offering Steve a weak smile before looking back at your empty water cup. You slide off the bed like he did before, putting the glass back on the bathroom counter, peeing, washing your hands, and walking back out.

You let out a tired sigh, reaching for your clothes strewn about by his dresser -- sliding on your panties.

"What're you doin', Manhattan?" he asks, sitting up, "Got somewhere to be?"

"I'm getting dressed, Steve," you explain, putting your bra back on. Steve's chest hollowed, normally you'd have some pillow talk after -- talk it out. He still had to show you the new house decor.

"Hey, stop," his voice is soft as he waves his hand at you, "You don't have to do that."

"I gotta get home, Steve," you assure, "It's getting late."

"You..." he trails off before taking a deep breath, replenishing his confidence, "You could stay. I can drive you back in the morning."

"Steve..." you start, shimmying a little to get your jeans over your hips and thighs, "I never stay. That's not us, that's not what we do."

"It could be..." he suggests, his voice cracking a little, "Please?"

You stand there, in your bra and unbuttoned jeans, your tummy poking out where the zipper is undone. Your bra suddenly feels tight and uncomfortable, your underwear constricting you under the jeans that feel a size too small.

He looks you over, watching you contemplate it and gets up out of bed to meet you by his dresser. His hands reach to each side of your face, warm and big. His fingertips graze the hair at the edge of your scalp, pinkies and ring fingers on the back of your neck. He tilts your head up slightly to look at him and your heart hammers, more than it did the first time he started kissing you in his car. Steve's heart matches your cadence, remembering how nervous he was the first time he talked to you -- desperately wanting you to be impressed by him.

"I --" you start blushing, he's never looked at you quite like this, "I don't have anything to wear to bed."

"I don't want you to wear anything to bed," he says, leaning forward to capture your lips in his while you both step awkwardly as a unit back over to the bed, "It'd just get in the way in the morning."

"Please stay," he pleads again, pressing a gentle peck on your lips, "Please -peck-, please -peck-, please -peck-. "

"Okay, okay," you laugh, "Are you sure?"

"I'm begging you," he smiles, leaning his forehead against yours. The tops of his frames hitting your brow bone. He lets go of your face to make work of the top of your jeans, shoving them back down until they pool at your ankles. He unhooks your bra, a little too expertly, and snaps the band of your satin panties before rolling those down too. He moves down with them so he can skate his hands over your thighs and leave a warm kiss on the flesh over your hip bone -- apologizing to the bruise he left there earlier.

"Can't believe you kept your glasses on," you tease, "Dweeb."

He comes back up, sliding his glasses off smoothly, like he did in the back seat of his BMW five years ago, "I like being able to really see you."

"Am I blurry without them?" you asked, trying to take them out of his hand. He snatches them out of your grasp, hiding them behind his back.

"Not really," he says, walking over to the bedside table and placing them next to the lamp, "You told me they made me look handsome back in - think it was -- '94 maybe? -- So I just wanted to keep them on for insurance."

You look down at the floor, "I always think you look handsome, Harrington."

You feel his hand at the back base of your neck and turn to see him behind you, "Come back to bed."

He gets under the sheets and both duvets and turns down the covers next to him, slapping the pillow you're going to sleep on to beckon you forward. You want to roll your eyes but you can't force down the giddiness building in your chest -- sleep over!

You maneuver over to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers while he turns them back over you to tuck you in. Fuck are the sheets nice, they had to be some luxury brand you can only order through a catalog.

Steve clicks off his bedside lamp, leaning over you to click off yours and you catch the remnants of his cologne on his skin. It's not long before you feel his hand skate over you under the covers, sliding over your belly, up over every curve and bump on your body before resting a warm hand on the side of your breast. He hums sleepily and pulls you close to him, pressing his chest against your shoulder. His hot breath fans against your neck where he's settled his head.

"Isn't this nice?" he asks. You nod, turning onto your side to face him while his hand splays across your back to pull you closer. You slide a hand under the pillow, and savor the coolness on your hot skin. Steve looks at you with soft eyes, studying you.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks, "Or, well, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course," you say, looking at him, trying to read his expression.

"Remember -- ah fuck, okay I'm doing this," he says, trying to psyche himself up, "Remember when I said I had some options? To make changes?"

"Yeah, I remember. You can't wait when those opportunities come, Harrington," you lecture, "I've fucked myself so many times with that."

"There's a position in the New York office," he blurts out, "In the head quarters that they're eyeing me for."

Your heart races, "Okay."

"And I'd be...I don't know, sort of demoted but I'd get a huge -- like, huge fucking pay raise," he explains, "And I -- I wanna take it."

A beat passes while he tries to figure out what to say.

"And maybe, I don't know -- maybe we could try this out? Like for real? Instead of just fucking around every Christmas."

You consider it, heat blooming in your cheeks -- the good kind. Your heart starts to swell -- not Steve Harrington asking you out when you're twenty-nine. Sixteen year old you would be screaming.

"What do you think?" he asks, he swipes his hand through his hair and even in the dark you know his cheeks are pink.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," you say, "I think it's the excitement you're looking for -- New York I mean, not me."

"I think you're really exciting," he leans in to kiss you with a grin.

"And I think," he presses his lips against yours again, "I'd do a pretty good job at taking care of you, if you let me."

You laugh through your nose, blushing hard while he kisses your cheek, "That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"It does sound nice, Steve," you agree, but you don't want him to feel too good about it. You had a reputation to uphold, still. He leans back to look at you, thumb caressing your cheek as your lids fall half down your eyes, "I think I'd really like that."

"You wanna shower? You too tired?" his voice his so gentle you start to melt, but exhaustion weighs heavy on you.

"Too tired," you say, nuzzling forward into his neck -- your head now partially on his pillow.

"We can talk about it more in the morning, yeah?" he asks, a hand reaching up to smooth over your hair.

"Yeah," you said, your breath steadying, "I'll see you in the morning."

He knows you don't like eggs for breakfast but it's all he has in the fridge. It's fine. He'll just order in.

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