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your summer dream | joel miller x f!reader

day four–sand

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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 9.3k series summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in family friend joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents. series warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK] we'll call him dad's buddy!joel, fairly soft!joel, age difference (28/50), alcohol, food, sexual tension, smut like whoa smut (will specify with each chapter), fluff, anxiety, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, jet skis????, secret relationship. chapter summary: with much left unsaid from the night before, you and joel have no choice but to spend the day apart. when joel returns, you find it's harder than ever to hold back from one another. chapter warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), showering together, like extremely mild soft dom!joel, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', honey, baby, 'good girl', babygirl), cum eating, little bit of insecure!joel, filthy mouth joel miller, big dick joel miller, underwater dry humping (wet humping?), feelings, food, alcohol, joel goes golfing but for real. no use of y/n.

A/N: it begins! so, just a heads up, this friday i am embarking on my own little vacation and am not sure yet how much i'll be writing while i'm away. there might be a bit of a longer wait time for day five, but i hope this chapter is enough to sustain you all til then. love, han.

followers suggestions in this chapter: ocean swimming, showering together, hotel bed cuddling, so much boob touching and skin kissing

Early morning sunlight coats your room as you awake with a start from an admittedly light sleep. You'd been restless all night again.

Jesus, have you had a decent night's sleep since you got here?

You're in the same position you'd fallen asleep in, curled in a tight ball on your side, heart rate picking up the second you see your vibrator on the nightstand and the memory of the night before floods your mind.

Fuck. What the fuck.

It's not long after that the knock comes, a light tap, tap, tap against the adjoining door, still ajar from the night before. You sit up to see thick fingers curling around the edge.

You jolt out of bed, throwing on the white hotel robe as you pad towards the door. You hesitantly pull it open the rest of the way, coming face-to-face with a sleepy-eyed Joel. Well, sort of. You're facing him, but his eyes are cast downward, fixed sheepishly on the hotel carpeting. He's already clad in plaid shorts and a light grey golf shirt, the sandals he's been wearing the last few days replaced with sneakers.

For once, he's not smiling.

"Hi," you greet him, voice weak with lack of sleep and shaky with nerves. Fuck. You panic, suddenly fearful that this is it, that he'll finally tell you to back off, that last night had been too far.

Fifty, your dad's friend, you recall–maybe Joel's finally remembered too.

You brace for impact but, instead, when he speaks, his voice is soft, reassuringly warm…if a little sad.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, finally looking up from under his lashes to meet your gaze. "I–you know I can't hang out today."

"Oh." The gloominess in his tone melts into yours as poorly-concealed disappointment washes over you.

"Hey, I–" He reaches between your bodies to take your hands in his, your heart stuttering violently at the sudden contact. "I want to. But I gotta go golfin' with your old man."

Shit. Right. You'd almost forgotten. Then that means–

"Fuck," you hiss. "And I have to get lunch with my mom."

Joel smiles sympathetically, squeezing your hands tighter, enveloping them fully in this massive grasp as he holds them to his chest, drawing your body in closer to his.

"Don't you listen to a word she said," he says fiercely. "You don't owe him–"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Good to go, Miller?" your dad's voice calls from the hallway outside and your attention is pulled from one another as you both turn to face the source of the sound, your heart pounding in your chest. Goddamnit. Here you are, interlocked with Joel Miller while your dad waits on the other side of a thin, hotel door. You attempt to free your hands from Joel's but he latches on to them firmly, refusing to let you go.

"Be right out," Joel barks before he's facing you again, bringing your conjoined hands up to his mouth. To your shock and wonder, he places a soft kiss against your knuckles, swift and fleeting.

"We'll talk later," he whispers as he finally releases you.

You can only nod, dumbstruck and breathless as Joel grabs his sunglasses off the nightstand, silently gesturing to you to close the door and get back in your room as he prepares to greet your father.

He must see the pained look on your face at that, because he's mouthing, "Later," one more time and shooting you a final devastating smile. It's that solemn vow that has you nodding again, ducking back through the adjoining door and closing it behind you.

You crumple against it, waiting for your heart to slow and your breathing to level out, the distant sounds of your father and Joel chatting in the hallway reverberating through the walls.

Later, you repeat to yourself. Whatever that brings.

You'd almost been excited to share lunch with your mom two days ago, genuinely looking forward to catching up with her. Now, you're positively dreading it.

You dally through your morning, burning all over again when you put on the bikini Joel had bought you, stupidly wishing he was there to see it. Instead, you get a swim in by yourself before the clear sky begins to fill up with ominous-looking clouds. There's tension in the air; a storm is coming. You laze your way back to your room to throw a cover-up on over the damp swimsuit, heading back out to meet your mom at the resort restaurant you'd agreed to have lunch at.

She pulls you into an embrace the minute you find her, an embrace which you, somewhat reluctantly, return.

"Hi, honey," she greets you, tone dripping with remorse before pulling back to hold you by the shoulders. "I'm so sorry about last night at dinner. I talked to your father about it and you know what? You're right. It wasn't fair to ask you to forgive Chris. I know you can make your own decisions and I know what he did was wrong. I love you and I don't want anything to ruin our time here…I miss you so much and I-I–"

She's starting to get worked up, her voice raising several octaves as her eyes start to glassy with tears. Jesus.

"Alright, it's okay, mom," you assure her. It's easier to just let her off the hook anyway–plus, she obviously feels bad. "I forgive you, okay? Let's just not talk about him anymore. Please."

Your final request is firm but you say it with a smile, desperate to ease the tension and just let the negative shit go. Truthfully, Chris and your mother are the absolute last people on your mind, your thoughts utterly clouded by the sound of Joel's voice last night and whatever awaits you when he returns today.

"Not a word," she promises you. We'll see.

The lunch bar's patio overlooks the main outdoor area of the resort, pathways of pavement and palm trees mapping the crowded grounds. The beach is barely visible from here, blocked from view by plant life and milling vacationers.

You keep going in and out of focus while you eat, sipping absently on a cocktail you've already forgotten the name of. Your gaze is constantly drawn towards the pebbled path you know leads to the resort's golf course, as if the more you stare, the faster Joel will come back.

You chat, letting your mom in on your job and your life and your roommates and your cat, while she updates you on the state of her impending retirement and all your father's antics. It's not nearly as bad as you'd thought it would be, most of the bitterness over last night's exchange fading as you finish eating and order a second drink.

Your meandering attention is swiftly recaptured when she makes an off-hand remark over dessert.

"I think it's really nice you've spending so much time with Joel."

You instantly stiffen. She sounds innocent enough (it's not like she would actually suspect anything is going on between the two of you) but it makes you nervous nonetheless, your next words coming slowly, carefully.

"Oh, yeah," you shrug. "He's nice."

It's one way to put it.

"Your father was so insistent that he joined us. I know he's going through a hard time, I just couldn't say no. I'm sorry if it's been awkward for you at all."

You smile tightly. It's been a lot of things with Joel, but "awkward" isn't exactly one of them.

"Nope," you shake your head. "Been fine. Like I said, he's, uh, nice."

God, can your brain conjure up any other word to describe the man? It's like you're too afraid that if you say anything else you'll reveal too much. Fucking hell, you're losing it.

Luckily, your mother doesn't seem to be paying much attention. She's already on her third drink, strawberry daiquiri sloshing around in a plastic cup as she talks avidly with her hands.

"I just think it's sweet of you to hang out with him," she comments with a heartfelt tilt of her head. "I always thought he was so quiet, kind of hard to talk to. Polite, of course, but…reserved."

You have to look down at the table to hide your frown. That's hardly how he seems to you. Sure, he'd been a bit distant at first, but you'd begun to see his true colours in no time. There's a softness to Joel, you've come to learn, a sweetness. He's caring and kind, confident beneath that thin layer of uncertainty; you could hear it plain as day in his commanding voice last night. You've been aching all day to hear it again.

"I don't really see him that way," you say simply, hoping your defensive tone doesn't betray you too much.

Again, you're thankful your mother doesn't press you any further or seem particularly absorbed with your answer. She starts rambling on about your dad's other friends–the ones who come over for poker on Sundays–and how they compare with Joel, while you fixate once again on that pathway to the golf course.

Then finally–finally–you see him.

You sit up straighter in your seat, watching your father and Joel emerge from the canopy of palms that line the pathway. He's still clad in his golf attire, a sheen of sweat along his forehead visible from across the resort, his salt-and-pepper curls slicked back out of his face. He's saying something to your father and then suddenly he's pointing in you and your mother's direction. Your father follows the line Joel makes with his finger before patting him on the shoulder and making his way towards you.

You're still looking at Joel, whose brown eyes find yours the second your father's back is turned. He raises one hand in a silent wave, then nods his head towards the beach–an unmistakable invitation.

You gasp quietly, nodding infinitesimally in return. Your father is nearly at your table now and Joel is ducking off towards the ocean.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

"Afternoon, ladies," your dad greets the two of you, leaning over the patio bannister, smiling down at you warmly. He's always chipper after a round of golf, you remember that all too well from your childhood.

"Hi, hon," your mother replies, angling her neck up for a quick kiss, which your father sweetly grants her. "How did Joel do this time?"

"I kicked his ass, what else is new?" your father laughs. "He wanted to hit the beach before this storm hits but I need a shower. How was your lunch?"

"Great," you chime in abruptly, rising from the table. You think you've waited long enough. "Thanks, mom. Think I'm gonna go for a walk now."

"Okay, sweetie," she says easily, seemingly none the wiser. You're still cautious as you flit away, making sure your mom and dad are engrossed deeply in conversation so they don't see you heading in the same direction Joel had gone just moments ago.

The minute you hit the sand, you scan the beach for him, finally locating his broad form on the outskirts of the crowd, not far from where you'd sat beneath a palm tree the day before.

Joel's already waded into the blue water, his golf shirt abandoned on the shore, his wide back to you as gentle waves lap at his waistline. You swallow, suddenly anxious as you strip off your cover-up and add it to the heap with his shirt, taking a deep breath before following in after him.

"Joel," you call out to him as you approach, ankles splashing against the salty sea. It's warm, you notice offhandedly, the shallow water naturally heated from the sun's hot rays constantly beating down on it. Even today, when the sky is dotted with the most clouds you've seen since you got here, the air is still thick and humid. You feel the warmth on your skin too but the burn there seems to come from another form of heat altogether.

Joel twists around and smiles, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head before he's diving headfirst into the water, emerging a moment later, deeper out now. You take another steadying breath and copy him, swimming just below the surface of the water till you pop up by his side.

The water is still shallow enough that you could stand if you wanted to, but decide it feels better to relax your knees and float, lazily drifting closer to Joel as he extends a hand to you below the clear water. You look back over your shoulder to the shore; you've strayed far enough out that the figures lining it are almost imperceptible from here. The waves are higher today, the sea brewing with life under the overcast sky.

Concealed. Safe.

Joel's tender smile is the last assurance you need to take his hand in yours and let him pull your weightless body into his so your back is against his chest, loosely floating over his lap while his strong arms wrap around your middle, the two of you facing outwards into the never ending ocean.

"S'this alright?" he breathes.

"Mhmm." More than alright, you think.

"Missed you today," he hums, his lips right at your ear and it takes everything in you just to remember how to breathe. You grip his arms around you, gliding your fingers over his skin, so soft and smooth in the warm wet of the sea.

"Me too," you say softly, almost unconsciously tilting your head back to lay it against his shoulder. His lips trail downwards along your exposed neck, raising goosebumps over your skin in spite of how stiflingly hot it feels in the sun-warmed water, below the tropical air, in Joel's solid embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Wasn't too bad with your mom, was it?"

"I'm fine," you say and, right now, you think it's true. "She said she was sorry."

"Hmm."

It's a disapproving sound, one you imagine is more for your mother than your forgiving her. He lets it go.

It's silent for a moment as you let yourself just be held by Joel. It doesn't feel uncomfortable or strange, nothing like the way you think it should feel. It feels like everything else with him; soothing, familiar, solid.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

You know he's not talking about your mother anymore.

His voice is low, almost distant as he plants an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. Your eyes flutter closed and you feel the way it makes Joel smile against your skin.

"No," you admit. What's there to talk about? Probably a lot, you suppose, but you don't want to think about it right now.

Thinking about it feels too dangerous. Thinking about it might break the spell.

And that's the very last thing you want.

"Is that okay?" you press.

"Fine with me, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You should know I liked it, though. And I wanna give you so much more if you'll have me."

"I want more, Joel."

Joel chuckles as a particularly stirring wave passes over you, his arms tightening around you to hold you in place while your bodies sway in its low ripple. The motion rocks you into him and you gasp when, for the first time, you feel his cock under you, noticeably hard beneath his shorts, colliding with your ass with each swell of the ocean's waves.

"Feel what you do to me?" Joel whispers into the hollow of your ear and for a moment, you feel your brain go blank as a full-body shiver passes over you.

Your bodies seem to move in tandem with the water's ebbs and flows then, your hips moving against him while his grind up into you in return. It's trancelike, your head fanned out on his broad shoulder, his arms banded around your middle, the tips of his fingers brushing the underside of your breasts where they poke out from the skimpy bikini he'd bought you.

You snake an arm behind you, clutching at the curls at the back of his head, the strands slick and wet under your fingernails. Joel sighs at the contact and his lips find your jaw, one of his big hands moving to cup your face, tilting it towards his. Your eyes fly open to find him staring at your lips, his own parted and expectant, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

His cock prods against you, insistent and encouraging as his eyelids slip shut and he leans in closer until–

Splash.

"Sorry, sorry!"

It takes you a second to realize what's just happened, and several more to realize where you are. A volleyball's hit the water just inches from where you and Joel are standing, the sudden interruption causing you to jump out of his arms with a gasp.

It hits you then, as you turn away from the open ocean and turn to face the shoreline, how close you've drifted back into the crowds, the water far more shallow and the presence of other beachgoers far more apparent. A man, about the same age as your father, is approaching you to retrieve the ball, while his wife or his girlfriend or his whatever-the-fuck waits several feet away, apology in her eyes directed at you and Joel.

"Sorry," the man repeats, snatching up the ball and shooting you both a contrite little wave before wading back to where the woman waits.

God-fucking-damnit.

It's like a slap to the face, the way it pulls you right out of the moment. The intoxicating trance from before is replaced by sudden panic; how long had you been this close to other people? The couple that had interrupted you hadn't been your parents, but they could have been. You'd nearly just kissed Joel in front of the entire goddamn resort.

"Fuck," you curse quietly as your eyes search the beach, stepping further away from Joel, making sure your parents definitely aren't anywhere to be seen. As far as you can tell, you're in the clear. It still feels way too risky.

"Hey, m'sorry–" Joel starts, reaching out to you again below the water, but this time you pull your hand back before he can take it.

"I don't think we can do this here, Joel," you say, wishing it wasn't true, hating the way it makes his face crumble just the slightest bit. You know it shouldn't matter; you're an adult, fully capable of making your own decisions. You want Joel, and you're not ashamed of it. But some inner child in you fears how your father would react to finding you engulfed in his buddy's arms–let alone what your mother would say. "I'll see you at dinner, okay?"

"Right," he grumbles, nodding at the sea.

You follow his eye line into the translucent water, seeing clearly now what you'd only felt before. The hard line of Joel's cock is clearly visible against the plaid fabric of his golf shorts. Fuck.

"Later," you promise him, echoing his voice from this morning as his eyes find yours again. "Later, Joel, okay?"

He licks his lips and nods again, more confidently this time, as you hurriedly rush out of the water towards the white sand.

Dinner is torture. The overcast sky has given way to a full-blown tropical storm, dense air teeming with life as hot rain drenches the resort outside the buffet, thunder cracking intermittently over the distant sea.

You can barely sit still, clad in the same dress you'd worn the night before, burning with giddy arousal every time you feel Joel's eyes look you up and down. And he does it a lot.

No one mentions Chris today, thank god, the conversation mostly centering around your father and Joel's day at the golf course and your dad's various grievances about the "uneven" slopes of the greens.

In spite of the way he keeps staring at you, Joel seems almost cautious beside you, careful not to touch you after your overreaction on the beach earlier, perhaps. The air feels thick between you, like you're still wading in the ocean together, the memory of his cock grinding up into your ass still so fresh in your mind that it's almost impossible not to think about it, especially with the way his legs are splayed wide over his chair, his bare knee nearly brushing yours beneath the table.

Every time you cross and uncross your legs, you catch his hand twitch in his lap, like he's thinking about reaching out to touch you again. Fuck, you wish he would.

"Have you been having a nice time, Joel?" your mother asks him as you eat. You glance down at your nearly empty glass (just soda tonight, something tells you to keep your wits about you), but you watch him from the corner of your eye, noting the way his jaw flexes before he smiles.

"Been real nice so far, ma'am," he tells her, eyes crinkling warmly. "Better'n I could've hoped for."

You smirk at the table, biting your lip to keep from beaming from ear to ear.

"Not bad for your first vacation in forty years, huh, Miller?" your dad grins, toasting his beer bottle in Joel's direction.

"No, sir." Joel toasts him back with a crystal glass of bourbon, his first of the night from what you've seen. His plump bottom lip makes contact with the rim of the glass and you have to force yourself to look away before you begin to wonder how it feel between your teeth.

God, he looks so good. He's donning a patterned linen shirt again, this time over dark navy shorts that reveal his tanned knees and smooth thighs. Those sweet, Southern manners are on full display in the way he talks to your parents and you find it so ridiculously hot for some reason. Perhaps because it's coming from the same man you know is capable of uttering pure filth. You've heard it more than once now, and you want so fucking badly to hear it again.

You need to let him know.

When your plates have been cleaned and the conversation begins to lull, you discreetly pull your chair in closer to the table, angling your body just the slightest bit more in Joel's direction. Your parents, focused on each other, don't seem to notice. Good.

At the same time that you take a sip of soda, you reach out below the table and curl your fingers around his inner thigh, just above his knee. You don't look at him, but you hear his breath hitch, note the way he tenses and clears his throat around a sip of his drink.

It stays there while you finish your drinks, blatant electricity vibrating powerfully between the two of you. You're shocked no one else seems to be able to see it.

"...isn't that right, Joel?" your mother is saying but you can't even remember what it is they're talking about.

Apparently, neither can Joel.

"What's'at?" He shakes his head and sits up a little straighter. His voice sounds hoarse, distant even. You bite your lip and inch your hand higher, relishing the sharp inhale it elicits, which Joel quickly masks with a well-timed cough.

"Tommy's baby is due in September?" your mom repeats.

"Oh, yeah, s'right," Joel nods just as your fingers dip below the hem of his shorts.

Soft. His skin is so soft. You wouldn't have guessed it.

"Hopefully that's the only thing that kid has in common with you, eh, Miller?" your dad teases. Joel laughs at the gentle ribbing but the sound is cut off when you press your fingers into the flesh if his thigh, hard enough to leave indents, hard enough to say, let's get out of here, please.

"Oh!" your mother exclaims suddenly, looking straight passed you and Joel. "Bill and Frank are over there, I'm gonna go say hi."

She hurriedly rises from the table and darts across the buffet, leaving you and Joel alone with your father.

Much to your dismay, he doesn't follow after her, just chuckles and sits back in his chair, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He scrolls away absently, his attention quickly absorbed with emails or Facebook or his most recent favourite, Reddit.

The second your father's eyes are focused on the screen, Joel's hand is flying under the table, his fingers coiling around your wrist tightly. For the first time, you lock eyes with one another and the sight reflected back at you has your pulse pounding your ears. Joel's gaze is dark, hungry as his eyes flit from your face to your hand to your lips. You twiddle your fingers under his grasp, but the grip he has on your wrist is strong; he won't let you move.

"You two want to come to the silent disco after this?"

Your dad's voice cuts through the tension, though he's still looking at his phone. You, meanwhile, are still staring at Joel's lips when you answer your dad's question.

"I think…I'm just gonna go lie down actually," you say, sounding far more spacy than you intend. "Tired–I got a lot of sun today."

It's a piss-poor excuse and a terrible lie but your oblivious father doesn't seem to catch it.

"Think I might just do the same," Joel adds, his fingers constricting tighter around your wrist before letting you go, sending your body into overdrive as your heart threatens to pound right out of your chest.

Fuck. Something is going to happen tonight, you can just feel it.

Your father apparently hasn't noticed a thing.

"Well, if you're sure," he shrugs, glancing up from his phone. "We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, dad," you mutter without really thinking much about it, finally releasing Joel's leg to stand back from the table. Your father extends an arm out to you for a hug as Joel rises from his seat, and you catch the way he adjusts himself when he stands, confirming what you'd already assumed–Joel is just as turned on as you.

"Night, kiddo. Night, Miller." His eyes are on his phone again.

Jesus, it's almost too easy.

You follow Joel out of the dining area and into the rainy twilight. You hurriedly make your way through the downpour in charged silence, the ache between your legs so fierce it almost hurts to walk. You don't touch, which feels strange after touching him for so long at dinner, for that contact to be broken.

Your breathing shallows when you make your way through the hotel lobby, your clothes soaked through and your skin damp with rain. Even in the elevator, up to the ninth floor, you don't speak; though you can feel his eyes on you, sizing you up in your slinky dress, clinging wetly to your frame. You inch closer to him, close enough your fingers brush against the elevator railing.

Kiss me kiss me kiss me, you silently plead with him when your pinky dances over his.

His Adam's apple bobs and he exhales raggedly, averting his eyes to the ceiling like he's praying to the gods to save him. You hope they don't listen.

The elevator dings then, the doors flying open as you jump apart, momentarily dazed before you lead the way out into the hallway. Despite the interruption, the moment hardly feels like it's passed–if anything, it grows more heated with each step closer you take to your neighbouring rooms, dripping rainwater onto the patterned carpet.

You're not sure who initiates it or how exactly it happens.

One minute you're standing in front of your doors, staring at each other's mouths, and the next, Joel's lips are crashing into yours and he's pinning you against the wallpaper.

He kisses you forcefully, sloppy and heady and wet from the rainwater coating your cheeks. His hands tangle in your damp hair and roam down the expanse of your back while yours clutch at the fabric of his shirt, yanking him into you with all the force you can summon. Your tongue flicks along the seam of his lips and he grants you entrance easily, a strangled moan getting caught in your throat when your tongue collides with his. He tastes like whiskey and sea salt.

His body weight leans into yours, almost overwhelmingly close, so close you can feel every inch of his broad form against you. You cant your hips into his and the burgeoning bulge in his shorts is so painfully evident it nearly drives you sick with need.

When he finally detaches his mouth from yours, his lips are puffy and his cheeks are pink and holy fuck you need him right fucking now.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Joel breathes, his lips still hovering over yours, hot breath fanning out over your cheeks.

"Mhmm." It sounds like a whine. "Yeah."

His lips twitch into a small smile and then he's pulling himself off you altogether, digging frantically into his pocket for his key card and unlocking his door, holding it open for you to step in ahead of him.

Time seems to slow down then, as you walk into his space, his suite layout identical to yours only flipped. His curtains are open, giving you a clear view of the turbulent ocean, whitecaps mapping the blue as heavy rain slopes down his balcony doors. The headboard of his bed sits against the adjoining wall, and you think it makes sense now why you could hear him so clearly the other night. His suitcase lays open on the floor at the foot of his bed, clothes and toiletries overflowing out onto the carpet. Messy, you note. It makes you grin.

Your silent appraising is interrupted by the sound of the door clicking shut and the feeling of Joel's presence suddenly taking up the space behind you.

"Christ, look at you," he whispers reverently, your entire body buzzing as he presses himself into your back, his hands slowly gliding up and down your arms. He's moving slower now too, the heated fire of your kiss in the hallway dimmed to a promising pilot light. "You're so fuckin' sexy, you know that?"

Your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale when his lips find your ear, nipping lightly at the lobe while his hands wander over your chest.

"You got any idea how bad I've wanted to get my hands on you, gorgeous? You gonna let me touch you?"

He doesn't need to ask, but you're glad he does.

"Yes–yes," you tell him, breathless from just his soft touch and his husky voice. This man is going to be the fucking death of you. You lean into him as you grab one of his wrists and guide his hand over your clothed breast. "Joel, please."

He groans at that, his hips rocking forward into you seemingly of their own volition.

"And polite, huh?" he chuckles darkly into your neck, squeezing lightly where you've placed his hand. "Shit."

You moan feebly when he squeezes your breast again, the sound seeming to encourage him to dip his hand below the hem of your neckline and palm at your bare chest below the fabric.

He pinches lightly at your nipple and in conjunction with the way he kisses your neck, all teeth and scruff and slow desperation, it's already almost too much. He's barely even touched you yet and you can feel how soaked you are.

But you're also feeling something else, something far more pressing.

"Joel, I need–" you start to say but then his one hand starts to trail lower over your stomach, distracting you pretty effectively.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

He punctuates his question with a kiss under your ear while he hikes the skirt of your dress up over your hips, his fingers finding the bare flesh there, dipping between your legs to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

"Just ask nice, baby, I'll give you whatever you need."

Fuck.

He grinds his hips into you again, his clothed cock poking into your back and making your head spin. You fight for your life to stay focused.

"Joel–I need–" you try again, embarrassingly out of breath as his fingers toy with the edge of your underwear. Focus focus focus.

"A shower," you finally choke out.

That stops him. He chuckles, loosening his grip around you so you can turn to face him.

"Sand is in places it shouldn't be," you confess facetiously. A natural consequence of swimming in the ocean. Not really something you want to be dealing with right now.

Joel grins, his brown eyes alight.

"You don't gotta ask nice for that," he says, placing two palms on either side of your face and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. He ducks forward to place one quick, chaste kiss to your lips and then he's pulling away, nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon."

"T-together?" you stammer.

"No?"

You shake your head; you hadn't been protesting, if anything you'd been hopeful. Your head just feels so foggy at the moment your fucking voice isn't coming out right. You can't remember the last time a man had left you this flustered. "No–I–yeah."

Joel smirks, already making his way to the bathroom, leaving you frozen in the middle of his room, calling back to you as he does.

"Y'can put your swimsuit on f'you're nervous," you hear him say as he flicks the bathroom light on. "But you should know I've been dyin' to see what you got under there. That little dress you've been wearin' don't leave much to the imagination."

Sure, it's the dress, you think. Not that skimpy-ass bikini he'd bought you.

"M'not nervous," you mutter, but it's mostly to yourself, as the sound of running water from the bathroom drowns out your voice.

You take a deep breath and follow after him.

The shower is already steaming up his bathroom, which, again, is identical to yours; a massive tub accompanied by a large, glass-walled, stand-up shower. You notice that the shower head is also like yours, the water falling like rain over the dark porcelain. More distractingly though, you notice Joel, standing naked with his back to you, thick muscles on full display, one strong arm outstretched under the stream, testing the waters.

"Fuck," you hear yourself whisper before you can stop it. Joel hears it too; he rounds on you in an instant and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his naked front, greying hairs on his chest descending into a patchy happy trail, all leading to his cock, semi-hard between his luscious thighs and fuck–

He's big. You'd already begun to suspect as much but now there's no question.

You're fucking gawking and Joel just grins.

"Not too late to back out, sweetheart."

Yeah, right.

"No…Joel," you whisper, inching closer to him, your eyes raking over every perfect detail of his body. "Fuck–you are…so hot."

Fifty? There's no fucking way.

Joel laughs, the sweet sound echoing like wind chimes off the porcelain.

"That's you," he contends, extending a hand out to you. Not for the first time today. You grip it like a life preserver.

He tugs you gently into him, his smile fading as he takes in your face and body, his eyes glazing over with something else entirely. There's no fear as his fingers slip under the thin straps of your dress, grazing lightly over your shoulders as he slides them down your arms, exposing your bare chest beneath when the fabric falls to your ankles.

His breath stutters and so does yours as he traces a line back up your arms, across your collarbone and down your sternum. His touch is precise and slow, and his eyes never leave your skin.

Then he caves.

"Fuck me," he groans when his hands at last cup your breasts, kneading them under his warm palms, pebbling your nipples with ease. "So damn pretty, baby."

He dives forward to kiss your neck, his hands wandering down the curve of your back while yours tangle in his curls, sighing at the way it makes him shiver.

"Jesus…" Joel breathes distantly against your shoulder as his hands find your ass and squeeze. "This is bad, huh?"

"Terrible," you agree but your own lips are mapping the tan skin of his shoulders, wetness growing at your core when you feel his cock stiffening against your thigh.

"Can't stop, though…" His fingers hook under the waistline of your panties, slipping them over your hips till they join your dress on the tiled floor.

"Don't want you to."

Joel chuckles darkly, detaching himself from you with a final kiss below your ear.

"You sure?"

You grip the sides of his face with certainty. "Yes."

A million fucking times yes.

His responding grin is downright devilish. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You nod, stepping out of the heap of clothes at your ankles to let him lead you into the shower.

Your bodies are quick to meld back together under the cascading stream of hot water, Joel's arms snaking their way around you again. Everything feels brand new and dizzying, that trancelike state from earlier seeming to overtake you as your hands wander over the expanse of his chest and up his neck. You drag your fingernails through his hair, pushing back his greying curls and drinking in his features. You think he looks so handsome like that; you've thought so since that first day by the pool. His eyes slip closed at your touch and his dick twitches against your thigh and it makes you feel fucking powerful.

You need him so bad it hurts.

"Joel…" you say, voice laced with adoration.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

His eyes fly open, seemingly stunned into silence by your rather forward offer. His eyes scan your face, not unlike the way they had that night at the bar, like he's assessing you for signs of duplicity.

You know he won't find any.

"Or do I have to ask nicely?" you press him alluringly, splaying your hands out on his chest.

It seems to strike a nerve. The uncertainty in his eyes is replaced by something else, something far more commanding, blackness taking up warm brown as he pulls you in tighter, gaze fixed on your parted lips.

"Fuck–yeah," he growls and the edge his voice takes on makes him sound like a totally different Joel. You don't hate it. "Yeah, baby, ask nice for it. Ask nicely to suck my cock."

Your heart hammers noisily in your chest as that quiet authority you'd heard through the wall becomes more apparent than ever.

"Please, Joel?" you plead, velvet soft, remembering how that word seemed to have affected him, your eyelashes batting against the pellets of water that fall over your face. "Can I suck your cock–please?"

"Jesus," he breathes, shaking his head as he seems to come back to himself a bit. "M'not gonna say no. But normally, this ain't how I do things."

"What do you mean?"

"Wanna make you feel good first," he purrs, right at your ear, as his hand reaches between your bodies to cup your pussy in his massive hand, the tips of his fingers hovering over your entrance.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your mouth falls open and your eyebrows knit together as a choked gasp of his name catches in your throat. Joel grins.

He slips one finger into your core, sliding in to the first knuckle with ease. Your head falls back behind you, Joel's solid arm around your back keeping you upright.

"Wait."

It takes everything in you to grab his arm in both your hands and pry him off you. You want it. You want it so, so bad. But, right now, you want him more.

He's frowning when you meet his gaze.

"I'll let you make me feel good, Joel, I promise," you tell him, and it's true. You will. "But I really, really want to do this for you. You want me to say please again?"

Joel huffs out an exasperated laugh, shaking his head again in what looks like disbelief.

"Alright, one more time," he acquiesces. "Just 'cause I like hearin' it."

"Couldn't tell," you tease him lightly but then you widen your eyes in a manner you hope comes off as seductive, trailing your hands down his belly. "Please?"

"Fuck. Yeah. Yeah," he nods, releasing you to let you step back from under the showerhead. "Go on, sweetheart."

You dutifully fall to your knees before him. His cock, now rock hard, stands right at your eye line and you're once again taken by the fucking size of him. You experimentally take him in your hand, marveling at the way your fingers barely wrap around his girth.

"Hold on," he stops you. You peer up at him, your gazes locking as his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb tracing a line along your bottom lip and tugging at it lightly, coaxing your mouth open wider for him.

"Fuckin' gorgeous," he remarks with an awed smile.

"That's you," you assert and it's so, so true. He's never looked more beautiful to you than he does right now, water running down his arms, soft thighs spread apart, that perfect belly protruding just above his impressive cock.

Joel Miller really is a sight to behold.

His lips twitch and he chuckles, low and deep in his chest. His hand moves to grip the side of your head, encouraging you forward till your lips make contact with the tip of his cock in a delicate kiss.

"Shit," he sighs.

You dart your tongue out and taste salt, lapping gingerly at the precum that's collected at his slit and relishing the way it makes Joel throw his head back and groan raggedly.

You like this part, if you're being honest, always considered yourself pretty good at giving head, at watching men come apart from just your mouth.

And you're dying to watch Joel Miller come apart. But you've also never had a dick as big as Joel Miller's in your mouth before.

It's a stretch to take him deeper, your jaw straining as you attempt to swallow more of him down, spluttering when, all too soon, his tip hits the back of your throat. You hastily pull off, embarrassed.

"Damnit."

"A lot to take, huh?" Joel says, clearly well-aware of his size, glancing down at you sympathetically.

"So big, Joel…"

"S'okay, sweetheart, take your time," he encourages you. "Think you can take all of it?"

You nod resolutely. "Wanna try."

"Yeah, you do," Joel smirks, pulling you in closer again. "Slowly, now. Can you look at me, gorgeous?"

You do as he says, focusing your eyes on his as you open wider, ducking forward to take him back in your mouth. This time, you're ready for it; you relax your throat, slackening your jaw as much as you can, sinking down on him until your nose makes contact with the hairs at the base of his cock.

"There you go," Joel praises you. "Good girl."

Oh, fuck.

The words go straight to your cunt and you moan around him, eyes fluttering closed as you start to move on him in earnest, emboldened by the sweet sound of his praise.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Joel observes.

You nod, eyes flashing open to meet his again, your mouth still so, so full of his cock.

"Mmm, answer me, darlin'," Joel presses you, his hand tightening in your hair.

"Yes," you mumble, a muffled sound around him.

"Yes what?"

You gasp for air when you back off him, your voice coming out more wrecked than you expect when you tell him,

"I like it, Joel." You really, really do.

"Shit…and a good listener, too," Joel marvels, grin still plastered to his face as he shakes his head. "Good fuckin' girl."

You're moaning as your lips close around his length again, one of your hands gripping him at the base as you focus the efforts of your tongue around his smooth, rounded tip. You can feel all of him like this, the the heavy weight of his dick, the strong veins that line the underside, the coarse hairs that collide with your fingers at the base. He's fucking delicious.

"Fuck me," Joel groans when you begin to bob on him faster. "Oh–fuck, you're good at that."

Now you moan, intoxicated by that fucking praise again, tongue gliding along the base of his cock as you move on him, up and down.

"So good, baby, makin' me feel so goddamn good."

You whimper around him, an almost pathetic sound, but you can't contain it. No man's ever been so complimentary towards you during a fucking blowjob, certainly not your ex. The most Chris had ever afforded you was a few timid grunts and, if you were lucky, a warning when he was about to come. The sounds Joel's making, meanwhile, are generous and lewd, praising you constantly as you work your mouth over his cock.

You're on your knees for Joel and it feels more like he's worshiping you.

"S'what you like to hear, huh?" he grunts, observant as ever. "What a good girl you are?"

"Mhmm." You love it. You really hadn't known that till now.

"You're fuckin' perfect," Joel rambles wildly, his voice coming out cracked as you increase your pace. You hollow your cheeks and daringly take him deep again, your lips nudging against your fingers clutching tightly at his base while the tip of his cock pokes at your throat.

"Christ, honey–gonna come in that pretty mouth f'you don't stop."

Good, you want that. You pull off him with a pop, inhaling a lungful of steamy air as you stroke his length with the hand you still have around him.

"Please…" you repeat, eliciting a throaty groan from Joel.

"Fuck–c'mere."

He sounds urgent now, and he feels it too, the way he tugs you back by your hair almost rough as he looms over you, shooing your hand away and pumping himself hard and fast.

"Stick your tongue out," he orders you gruffly and you obey without hesitation, displaying your tongue for him and watching his hand move with intent over his cock in short, deliberate strokes.

"Can you show me those eyes, sweetheart?" His voice comes out suppliant, desperate; how could you ever deny him when he sounds like that?

You cast your eyes upward yet again, meeting his rapturous gaze, catching the moment his contorted features slacken as ropes of come paint your tongue and cheeks. His laboured moan is loud and shameless as his free hand claws at the wet walls of the shower for stability. His body jerks above you, the muscles in his belly visibly tightening before they eventually release.

You remain perfectly still while he catches his breath, slowly coming back to himself as the motions of his fist come to a stop. His hand is on your jaw then, holding your mouth open and angling your face up.

"Stay right there a sec, let me see ya."

Easy enough. The corners of your lips twitch (as much as possible with your mouth still open wide for him) at the way Joel stares down at you in amazement.

"You make a pretty fuckin' picture, babygirl," he says and you'd fucking beam if you were able right now.

"You wanna swallow it?" he implores, cocking his eyebrows.

You nod. Joel grins.

"Go on."

You keep your eyes on him as you curl your tongue back into your mouth, closing your lips and swallowing down his bitter, salty come. Joel gapes at the sight, cursing to himself quietly when you run your fingers over your cheek to retrieve the rest of his spend, closing your lips around your digits and sucking them clean.

Maybe it's a little performative. But it's worth it just to watch his reaction.

"You taste good," you tell him truthfully.

Joel laughs, breathless and a little incredulous. "Jesus, you're a dirty little thing, aren't ya?"

"Uh-huh," you smirk, letting him help you back to your feet. His lips are on yours in an instant, licking into your mouth under the stream of the showerhead. It catches you by surprise.

"You really wanna kiss me right now?" you ask bemusedly, breaking away once he's effectively stolen your breath, but his lips chase after you.

"Why wouldn't I?" he implores, crushing his mouth into yours again, his tongue swiping between your lips greedily.

"I just had your come in my mouth," you giggle against his lips.

Joel leans back far enough for you to see him frown. "You think I give a shit about that?"

You shrug shyly. You can think of one particular person who used to absolutely give a shit about that.

Joel tuts disapprovingly, like he can read your mind. When he kisses you again, it's softer, his big hands clutching at your face again to hold you in place while his tongue explores yours without any trace of inhibition.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?" he asks after what seems like hours. Your body feels like Jell-O after kissing him for so long, your brain consumed by nothing but hot steam and JoelJoelJoel.

"I believe I was promised a shower," you find it in yourself to tease.

Joel's face dissolves into a familiar crooked grin. "And all I did was a make a mess of you, huh?"

"I asked for it, to be fair."

"Thank god for that."

But then he does take the time to help you wash up for real, laving your skin clean with hotel soap and running his hands over every inch of you, slow and meticulous. It's quiet for a long while, a sense of peace taking hold as it always seems to with Joel. The only sounds exchanged are those of your shared giggles when water splashes in your eyes or your limbs wind up tangled under the showerhead.

The persistent buzz of arousal seems to fade after a while (not because it isn't intimate and sexy and perfect, because it fucking is), but because three nights worth of shitty sleep are slowly catching up with you, exacerbated by the stuffy heat of the shower and Joel's lulling, patient touch.

When your fingers are pruney and your eyelids are drooping, Joel finally cuts the water. He kisses the top of your head before he steps out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist, handing you your own from the superfluous stack left by the hotel cleaning staff.

"I'll give you a minute," he offers. "S'an extra robe hangin' on the door f'you want it."

You smile, granting him a quiet, "Thanks," and then he's ducking out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You assess your face in the misty mirror as you dry yourself off. Your lips look a little swollen and your eyes are burning wild above the bags that are developing beneath them. You notice the beating of your heart has slowed perceptibly.

You take a deep breath. Now what? You've crossed the threshold and then some with Joel but that tinge of uncertainty still hasn't left you. Maybe it's because of the uncomfortable realization pricking at the corner of your mind that it feels more than physical, this attraction to Joel. Acknowledging that seems more dangerous than anything you've felt so far.

You put it out of your mind and decide to play it by ear for now. Enjoy this time with Joel for what it is. Whatever it is.

You wrap his spare robe around your body and brush out your wet hair with your fingers, emerging from the bathroom to find Joel laid out on his bed, clad up in his own robe and grinning at you contentedly.

"You want somethin' from the minibar?" he asks.

"Any Blue Lagoons in there?" You're only half-kidding.

Joel's smile swells. "If only. Y'wanna order room service?"

You smirk at him fondly but ultimately shake your head. One drink and you might just pass right out. You feel like you might just do that anyway.

"Hey, I'm also...I'm more'n happy to return the favour," he cocks his chin towards the shower, as if to remind you exactly what is he's offering you. "F'you want."

"I bet you are," you snicker but then you sigh. You can hardly believe it, considering how turned on you'd felt just an hour ago, how turned on you've been since yesterday, but you genuinely don't think you can keep your eyes open much longer. "To be honest, Joel, I really am exhausted."

"S'alright," he assures you, though you catch the way his face falls, just the tiniest bit. "Would love to get my mouth on you, but that's your call, sweetheart."

You swallow tightly. Joel just keeps surprising you. You can't remember the last time a man ever claimed to look forward to eating you out.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" you suggest.

His smile is back in an instant. "Whenever you want it, darlin'."

He looks so inviting laid out on his white duvet, his back propped up against the headboard. His robe just barely reveals that heavenly patch of chest hair, the space beside him calling out to you like a lighthouse to a lost ship.

Are you really supposed to just go back to your own room now?

"Um…hey, Joel, you can say no…" you mutter, inexplicably nervous all of a sudden. "But…could I sleep here? With you? Just–just sleep, that's all."

You just really don't want to be apart from him. Not yet.

He looks taken aback for a moment, his brows furrowing as his head cocks to the side. You genuinely think for a second that he might turn you down but–

"'Course," he nods. "Was kinda hopin' you would. C'mon."

You burn with warmth, padding towards his bed and slipping under the duvet beside him. You curl into a ball at his side and when you glance up at him, you find he's staring out his window to the storm still raging outside. Silence befalls you again as the faraway sounds of roaring thunder and howling wind echo around his suite. You can't stop looking at him.

"Can I cuddle you, Joel?" you ask eventually. Joel turns to smile down at you, extending a hand across his body for you to take hold of.

"You don't gotta ask, baby," he murmurs. "I got you, c'mere."

He tugs you into his chest, draping your arm over his plush tummy. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of him, masked but still very much there beneath the clean smell of soap. The steady rise and fall of his ribs beneath you is persuasively soothing and before long, your breaths begin to match his as your eyes slip shut.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" Joel suddenly asks in a hushed murmur, cutting through the fog of sleep threatening to consume you. He still sounds wide awake.

"Hm?"

Joel sighs.

"I know you got some kinda beef with your mom right now over that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours…maybe your old man, too, I don't know…"

You blink up at him, frowning as you work to understand where he's going with this. He takes a deep breath.

"Are you doin' all this with me to…get back at them or somethin'? It's okay f'you are. I just need to know."

His voice is level, but there's an undercurrent of concern lurking beneath them, the control he'd shown you in the shower melting away to reveal...insecurity? You shake your head.

"It's not like that, Joel," you assure him, infusing your sleepy voice with as much conviction as you can muster. "I promise."

You mean it. You don't know what it is like, but you know it's not like that.

"Alright," he nods.

He sort of half-smiles before he's wrapping an arm securely around your waist and hugging you closer into his side. You hook one of your legs over his and sigh when you feel his lips brush your hair.

You're too tired to turn the question around on him, to ask his reasons for doing this with you. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.

"Goodnight, Joel. Thank you for letting me stay."

"G'night, sweetheart."

You drift away in the safety of Joel's embrace, descending into the deepest, most comfortable sleep you've had since your vacation began.

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everlastlady · 3 months

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Husk Boyfriend Headcanons.

✦- Author's Note: I'm still trying to upload 400 Hazbin Hotel Icons on Pinterest. And those 400 Icons are just from episode one of Hazbin Hotel and Pinterest has an upload limit so I hit that upload limit for the second time today, so until I can upload the rest of the icons, I decided to post the Husk boyfriend hcs. Husk is my favorite character from the show; it's an absolute delight that David Keith is voicing him since David Keith was important in my childhood and he's my favorite voice actor, so him voicing Husk makes me love the character even more. Also update! I have medicine for anxiety and medicine for sleeping finally, so I'll be adjusting my schedule, I'm sorry that I didn't update Bloody Legend but I will soon, I promise my little roses. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✦- Important: Reader is gender neutral, Protective Husk, Husk can sometimes be an ass, Reader is a singer at the hotel, & Just Cuteness.

✸- Husk was a loving and caring boyfriend. But sometimes he can be an ass from time to time. But at the end of the day you know that your fluffy boyfriend can be a sweetheart. He loves it when you sit at the bar while he's drinking or serving drinks. He'll listen to you talk about your day or songs that you have been writing. When he's talking about his day or people that pissed him off, you'll listen. The bar is likely where you two are mostly seen when it's not your rooms or the streets of Hell. Husk isn't afraid to tell other guests to fuck off if they come up and try to flirt with you. And you aren't scared to do the same if people try to hit on Husk or disrespect him if he refuses to serve them another drink.

✸- When it comes to laying in bed, Husk doesn't mind being the big or little spoon. But he very much prefers being the big spoon. He likes it when you run your fingers through his fur or use his fluffy chest as a pillow. It's hard for him not to let out little purrs because of how you play or stroke your fingers through his fur. He'll rub gentle circles on your back or hips. He'll watch a nice movie or show with you. Maybe even rock you to sleep, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you how much you mean to him. He'll place kisses along your face and cover you up a bit when you finally fall asleep, don't worry he's not going anywhere because he'll fall asleep next to you.

✹- You're both losers! You and Husk both know that you are losers. You both need through painful things when alive and when in Hell. Maybe you are both still dealing with painful things but you both know that at the end of the day. You have each other and can yourselves around one another. That nothing will stop you both from living through the shit streets of Hell. To never be scared to express oneself or speak your mind.

✹- You find it fascinating that Husk was once an Overlord. You ask him so many questions and he'll happily answer all of them. When you ask him if he ever had a chance to go back to being an Overlord would he? And his answer is always no because he isn't sure if the happiness he had as an Overlord was truly real happiness. He doesn't want to be an Overlord but he also doesn't want to be on Alastor's leash. But you promised to find a way to free him from Alastor one day.

✸- Husk favorite thing to do with you is taking you on a romantic dinner then having a night stroll in the park. Hand in hand the two of you will walk and Husk will sing a song to you. He'll pick a flower and had it to you. Tell you how grateful he is to have such a beautiful and special demon in his life.

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constantmourning · 8 months

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Confidence

[Price/Fem!Reader] [Gaz/Fem!Reader] [Soap/Fem!Reader] [Simon/Fem!Reader] [Poly!TF 141/Fem!Reader]

Summary: You haven't been feeling too confident lately. Your friends convince you to dress up to feel good, and you send them a picture of the end result. Except, you sent the pictures to the wrong group chat...

Word count: 6.9k (hehe)

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!! No use of Y/N, Thigh slapping, finger sucking, p in v, lack of protection, creampie (x2), oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, praise, pet names. Let me know if i forgot something please, I'll be happy to tag it if i did!

A/N: Reader is written As PLUS SIZE! There are mentions of fat/stretch marks/self esteem issues and the likes! This got very long I'm sorry but also I hope you enjoy!! Also, half of this is Beta'd, the other half... well, we die like men...

Your confidence had been at an all time low as of late. You weren’t sure what it was, but ever since joining Captain Price and not having your friends there to tell you just how great you looked every day, you really were down in the dumps.

Babes, I’m terribly upset

You text in your group chat with your friends. You waited for their answer. It felt like a century before someone responded.

Dear, what's wrong?

Finally, one of them had answered. You sighed and took a moment to respond.

I’ve been feeling like utter shit lately. Everyone around me is so… not built like me… I think it’s silly, but I don’t always feel beautiful.

You sent in the chat and immediately got a speech bubble.

Babe… I’m gonna tell you what helps me. Dress up all pretty. Do something to make you feel good. I promise it’ll help

You scrunched your face up.

I’ll try it. But if it doesn’t work I’m going to torment you forever

No response. You groaned and sat up. You decided it’d be best to try that. You looked through your things and found a cute underwear set and walked to your bathroom. Momentarily battling about putting on makeup, you decided to try it.

You sat in your bathroom for a good twenty minutes just doing your makeup. You then took another twenty minutes doing your hair. Everything was going to be undone, but if it was going to help you feel better, why not try it? You slipped into the cute underwear, black and lacy. You examined yourself in the mirror and smiled.

Remember, briefing tomorrow morning

-Captain Price

You remembered, and made a mental note to respond to his text a little later. You, instead of responding, began to take pictures of yourself in different positions. Once you were satisfied with some of them. You decided to throw a few into your group chat with your friends.

Validate me babes <3

You set your phone after you sent the pictures and just looked at yourself. You inhaled and placed a hand on your stomach. You pinched the fat there and sighed. Your phone went off, and then went off again. And again.

HUH?

-Gaz

oh fuck

-Soap

Wrong number?

-Ghost

You felt your heart stop. You wanted to vomit and run away and never be seen again by your teammates. Truly thinking about not responding and running away into the night, you scraped your nails through your hair. You grabbed your robe from the door and screamed into it. As loudly as possible without alerting anyone.

You grabbed your phone up and thought about being a grownup. Briefly.

WRONG GROUP CHAT

You then sent a barrage of different sad emojis and hoped the pictures would leave their minds.

There were no responses for the rest of the night. You went to bed just as you were; hair, makeup- You did put on comfortable pajamas though. You lied down and knew- just knew you would be getting an earful in the morning.

You grabbed your phone one last time and sent a group message to your girls, checking this time if it was really them.

Goodbye, I just wanted to say that. Since I will be simply passing away right now.

Immediate response.

What did you do???

I sent pictures to the wrong group chat. To the work group chat…

Your friends both, at the same time, asked what the pictures were. You sent the pictures and said nothing else. The chat erupted. Your friends were spamming you, different emojis, swears, memes. Anything. If they could send it, it was sent.

You lied on your back, looking up at the ceiling and you sighed. You were going to have to be an adult and face the men you really didn’t want to in the morning. You made that a problem for you in the future, and decided that sleep was the best option. You turned your phone off and slowly fell asleep. A pit in your stomach the whole time you waited for unconsciousness to overtake.

You woke up with the exact same pit in your stomach. You threw on your uniform and walked as fast as you could to the room you were meeting at. You wanted to miss Soap, Ghost, or Gaz. You did not want to run into them.

You opened the door to the room and realized you’d be facing Price alone. That was until you saw everyone was already in the room. You looked at your watch. You were early… If you were early, what time did they get there? You did not want to think about it…

No one would look you in the eyes. Their demeanor had changed completely. But no one mentioned the photos. You stood, uncomfortably, away from everyone. You couldn’t take in any information that Price was giving you. You were hyper aware of everyone around you; their body language…

You watched as Soap balled and unballed his fist a couple times. His knuckles white.

Gaz’s chest was rising and lowering a little quicker than usual. You could tell through the gear. His eyes were trained ahead, looking directly at Captain Price.

Speaking of Price, his eyes would look right over you. You weren’t the best at eye contact anyway, but Price was not bad at it. You knew he was trying to be professional.

Your eyes moved to Ghost and they locked onto his. You, immediately looking away, noticed him shift. His eyes didn’t falter though. He seemed to be the only one looking at you.

You shifted your weight, swallowing hard. Gulping down air like your life depended on it. The tension in the room was too much. You wanted to explode. Instead of exploding, you did (in your mind) the second worst thing. You opened your mouth, and words actually came out.

“I’m sorry!”

Everyone went quiet. Price stopped speaking and all eyes were on you. You gulped again and took a step back, distancing yourself even more. Price was the first to speak up. His brow cocked and you waited for his response. “For what?” He did sound genuinely confused, so you didn’t take it as him pretending to be stupid.

“Uh-” Your eyes scanned the room. You did the thing you were best at, word vomit. “Well, I’m sorry for sending those pictures! It was unprofessional and I didn’t check the group I was in- I was just- I meant to send it to-” You stopped yourself.

“To who?” Ghost asked, deadpan. But, you could almost see the smirk under his mask.

You, not knowing how to stop, kept going. “My friends. I wasn’t feeling good last night- Or the past couple o’ weeks really… My friends said, um, doing what I did would help me feel better! I mean, she did not tell me to send the picture in the work chat!” You put your hands up, no one stopping you from continuing. “I just wanted to feel cute… I guess…”

The room went silent. You made a face and held yourself back from stomping your foot or throwing a tantrum. You decided to be an adult, and wait for a response, one that felt like it was never coming. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all looked at each other before all staring at you. You pouted.

“What?”

“Do friends normally send pictures like that to each other?” Ghost cocked his head at you.

You wanted to throttle him. “Whatever. If this is done, can I leave?”

Price nodded, he knew you had retained nothing, but he didn’t say anything about it. “Free to go.”

You walked out of the room and began to walk towards your room. You felt tears prick your eyes and tried to hold yourself together, at least until you got to the comfort and loneliness of your room. You were seething. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. Mad at how they had acted, mad at how you had acted, and mad that the pictures were sent to them in the first place. You got to your room, slammed your door, and threw yourself down on your bed.

You curled up and decided it was best to skip lunch that day.

A knock came from the other side of your day and you held back the urge to tell whoever it was to go away. You threw yourself out of bed and walked towards the door. Forgetting that you had puffy eyes from crying, you opened the door. Price stood there.

“Hey, you weren’t in the mess hall-” He stopped when you wiped your eyes. “Are you crying?”

You pouted harder. Price sighed. You groaned and moved to the side, motioning for Price to come in. You did not want everyone to see you looking like a mess. Price walked in and you shut the door. You placed your back against it and looked at him.

“Are you alright?” He gave you a concerned look.

“I’m fine.” You lied. Terribly.

Price’s head dropped slightly. “You had said this morning you weren’t feeling-”

“Captain,” You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Just horribly embarrassed. It’ll go back to normal once no one looks at me differently.”

Price’s brows furrowed. “If they don’t?”

You blinked at him. Why would he say that? You felt tears forming again. “Captain-”

“I know you don’t want to hear it from me-” Price started, “And would obviously prefer it from your friends,” He smiled at you softly, and got closer to you, “but, you are stunning. You should not feel the need to be validated, but you should know you are beautiful.”

Something hit you; whether it was the eye contact, what he said, or how he said it, you weren’t sure, but whatever it was sent you into a frenzy. You, without thinking, grabbed Price’s face and kissed him. Hard. Your lips hit his and you realized what you were doing. The kiss was over as fast as it started. You threw yourself back and began to profusely apologize.

“Holy shit!” You were stunned at your actions, “That was so inappropriate, I’m so sorry.”

Price was as stunned as you. You watched him with wide eyes and he processed everything that had just happened. Nothing was being said. It was a deafening silence. Price watched you closely, his eyes dropping from your to your lips. His hands cupped your cheeks and he brought you into another kiss.

You eagerly kissed back, pressing against him. He pushed forward, your back pressing against the door. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth for him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and nothing was stopping either of you.

Until your stomach growled.

Price pulled away and looked down at you. “Look, you need to eat and I’m not sure we should do this-”

“I want this…” Your voice was barely audible, just loud enough for Price to hear.

“How about…” He paused, “you go eat. And think about this-”

“I’m not going to lie now, Captain Price,” You bit the inside of your lip, “I’ve been thinking about you, and the others for a while now.”

“Me and who?” He questioned you, brows knitting together.

“Um, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost… I think about you four all the time. Um, too much actually.” You stop yourself before going further. “Sorry, that's too much truth.”

Price laughs, “Okay… Go eat. Think on this. Text me when you’ve eaten.”

You nodded. “Yes sir,” You did a little salute. Price moved and let you out from your spot. You opened the door and both of you walked out of your room. You, pretending like Price did not just have his tongue in your mouth, walked off for lunch. As you were leaving, Soap walked up. He looked at Price in confusion.

“Why were ya in her room?”

Price smiled at him. “We may be doing a team bonding exercise later.”

“What does that mean?” Soap was quick to ask. Price was quick to ignore. He started to walk off, away from Soap, agitating him. “C’mon! You can’t say that and then not elaborate!”

Your mind was racing the whole time you ate. You could only focus on one damn thing; your earlier actions. And Price's words. Heat prickled across your cheeks as you ate and you made up your mind.

You wanted to do whatever it was Price had been thinking about.

You finished up your food and began to head back to your room. You just had to get a hold of Price, you had to tell him what you had thought about. But not before coming face to face with Soap.

"What happened earlier?" His brows were furrowed and his lips were turned down. "Wait, have you been crying?"

You groaned. "Fuck, it's still noticeable?" You looked back at Soap, "Where's the Captain?"

It was his turn to groan, "I'll take you to him."

You smiled widely and thanked him. He began to lead you to the barracks, the men's barracks. Your stomach flipped and you felt butterflies instantly. You kept your eyes trained ahead, on the back of Soap. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were burning.

"Did Price get to you first?" Soap turned to ask.

You blinked at him, shocked. "Huh?"

He shook his head, mumbling 'nothing' before leading you Price's door. He knocked and there was silence for a minute, before the door opened. Price's eyes fell from Soap and back to you. Price smiled and motioned for you to come in.

Soap began to leave and you grabbed his hand. "Can he come in too?" Your words caught Soap's attention. He froze and looked back at Price.

Price's smile turned into a toothy grin. "Of course."

You pulled Soap in behind you and Price shut the door. You held Soap's hand like a lifeline, a nervousness taking over that only hand holding could help. Soap didn't seem to mind. You looked at Price with a curious expression and finally asked, "What now?"

"Well, we have to lay down some ground rules, and let Soap in on what's going on."

"Please fucking do! What's going on?"

Price looked at you, for you to tell him. Your stomach turned. You swallowed hard and looked at Soap, letting go of his hand. "Um, I talked with Price this afternoon, before I ate. I told him about-" your eyes cut from Soap to Price, who gave you an encouraging nod, "-about liking the four of you. I thought about it, like you asked," you looked to Price again, "and I'm up for-"

"A team bonding exercise?" Soap asked.

You nodded. "If you wanna call it that."

Soap very much so wanted to call it that. He wanted to bond with his men over you. You were unaware- oblivious to the fact that all of them seemed to want that. But, now, the opportunity had presented itself so perfectly. Soap wanted nothing more than to launch himself at you. But he waited.

"Go get Gaz and Ghost." Price looked at Soap before his eyes hit you. Your heart fluttered and you looked at Soap, who was ready to protest.

"Why do I have to go get them? Call them!" Soap's hand snaked around your waist.

"Soap…" Price's eyes narrowed. "I'll take care of her, go get them." Price pulled you from Soap's grasp and Soap groaned. He mumbled a 'whatever' under his breath and left the room.

You watched Soap refrain from slamming the door and moved your gaze to your Captain. You bit the inside of your lip and your arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself.

"C'mere." Price motioned you over. Your feet were heavy and your eyes were wide. You couldn’t move. You inhaled sharply and your hands dropped to your sides. Price watched you like a hawk, “You still up or this? You can back out at any time.” You only nodded. “We’ll set ground rules as soon as Soap gets back with the boys.”

“Until then?” You asked, head cocking to the side.

“We can do whatever you want.”

You nodded again. Anxiety crept in, and even though you knew you could do what you wanted, you needed to ask. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered. Price nodded. You were on him in an instant. Your lips were on his, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled into the kiss. This time, you traced your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly opened his mouth for you, and your tongue slipped in.

Price’s teeth ever so slightly bit down, gently scraping your tongue. You moaned. Price smiled again. His hands rested on your hips and he pulled you closer to him. He began to back up and he soon reached his bed. He sat down on the edge of it and you froze. Suddenly, you were aware, very much so, of him and yourself. You looked at Price, he looked up at you through his lashes.

Without saying a word, he placed his hand on his upper thigh, and patted. Everything in you screamed for you to sit down, but you were stuck standing in front of him. Price’s lips turned downward and his brows furrowed. You shifted your weight and looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Love,” Price reached his hand out for you, “what’s wrong?”

You grabbed his hand and sighed, “I don’t wanna sit on your lap because, what if-” You stopped yourself. Price’s brows furrowed and he asked for you to continue. You refused.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You threw your head back and whined, “I don’t wanna be too heavy.” You didn’t want to say it too loud. You felt silly enough already. But it was a real fear, being rejected because of your weight.

Price gave you a soft smile, “Don’t even think that way, I promise it’ll be fine.” Price motioned for you, once again, to sit on his lap. So, you did. You didn’t place all of your weight immediately, and he could tell you obviously didn’t want to. So he would coax you. You were sitting on one of his thighs, uncomfortably if you were being honest. Until Price took matters into his own hands.

Price’s heel rose from the floor, catching you off guard. Your back arched and you grabbed his shoulders. “What are you-” His foot dropped, taking all of you with it. All of your weight pressed down on his thigh now, and as soon as his foot hit the floor his hands were on your hips. You instinctively grinded into him and let out an embarrassing whimper.

The door of the room opened and you looked back, unmoving. Soap and Gaz walked into the room, and your heart jumped into your throat when Ghost walked in right behind them. He closed the door and everyone was staring at you. You wanted to hide your face but there was nowhere to hide. Your whole body was hot and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of their eyes on you and how good Price’s thigh felt against you. Price lifted his heel again, and before you could prepare yourself, it hit the ground. You moaned.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Sorry, love,” Price smiled, “I had to show them your reaction.” Price gripped your hip before releasing it and looking at the guys. “There are some things we need to go over before we get down to business.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz all nodded, listening closely. “We need a safe word.”

They all looked at you. You were confused momentarily. “Uh, red? Like y’know, green, yellow and red? If I’m good I’ll tell you green, if I’m iffy I’ll tell you yellow, and red is just hard stop.”

They all nodded in agreement with you. Soap was the first to speak up, “What first?” You shrugged, feeling very shy all the sudden. Price gripped your hip before releasing it, and you looked at him for reassurance.

“You decide, darling.” Price looked back at the guys and then at you, “Who first?”

You said the first thing that came to your mind. “Gaz.” You looked back at him and watched him ball his fists, before relaxing. He smirked at you and Price stood you up. “You’re feelings aren’t hurt right?” You looked around the room.

“Bonnie,” Soap smiled at you, “we’ll all get a chance, no hard feelings.”

“You’re just saying that,” Gaz elbowed him, “You wanted to be first.” He then promptly ignored Soap’s angry stare and approached you. Price stood up from his bed and he, Ghost, and Soap watched you closely. Your body was set ablaze and you just focused on Gaz.

“Please, kiss me?” Your voice was soft, your arms behind your back. Eyes cutting through your lashes as you looked at Gaz. You did not have to ask again. He was on you instantly and his hands were cupping your face.

He backed you towards the bed and you fell down. You scooted up the bed and Gaz was on you again. This time, he was kissing your neck. Your mewls filled the room. You had no clue what to do with your hands. You were pulling at the sheets and then started to pull at Gaz’s shirt. He eagerly pulled it off.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?” He asked, so politely, how could you deny him?

“I don’t know…” You answered. Suddenly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were staring at the ceiling and playing with the cover beneath you.

“You don’t have to,” Gaz nuzzled your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. “We can work towards that.”

You nodded, “Okay,” a breathy whisper escaped you. Gaz worked wonder with his hands, he grabbed at your hips and his fingers ran up your side, just under your shirt, causing you to gasp. Goosebumps rose on your skin. With eyes shut tight, you spoke up, “You can take my shirt off.”

Gaz smiled into your neck and pushed himself up. You sat up and helped Gaz help you out of your shirt. You sat there in your bra and the cool air made you realize what you had just done. Your hands went to cover your abdomen and Gaz frowned. He placed a hand on yours but did not dare move your hands away from you.

“You’re beautiful… I-” He stopped himself, “We can show you that if we need to.”

You bit the inside of your lip, “I’m gonna be honest. I’ve never felt comfortable in these situations… Well, actually, I’ve never been in this situation, with multiple men… I never even felt comfortable with just one.”

The energy in the room shifted immediately. Before, it was just horny, then it quickly changed to something more serious. Gaz nodded, understanding. “We can stop if you get too uncomfortable. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” You grew more comfortable, even if it was just with him at that moment. You moved your hands from your stomach and placed them, palms down on the cover, beside you. Gaz gave you a soft smile and nodded. “You can continue.” You reassured him. He did just that.

You leaned back on the bed and let Gaz take over again. His hands ran up your sides and towards your bra. You arched your back and let him unclasp it. You shimmied out of it and he threw it to the side. You laid back on the mattress and looked up at Gaz, who was staring at you as if you were a gift from whatever God was listening to him when he prayed.

One of his hands moved for your chest and you gasped. His hands were warm and calloused and something about his touch was so calming. He massaged your breast and lowered himself to your neck again. Your back arched harder and your hips bucked upwards slightly, causing Gaz to groan into your neck.

You had almost forgotten other men were in the room. Almost. "Ugh" Soap groaned, "could you go any slower, Gaz?" You laughed at his remark. Genuine and loud. Gaz grumbled into your neck and pushed himself up.

"I'm going to ignore him now," Gaz looked dead at you, you were the only one in the room according to him. You smiled at him and nodded. Gaz kissed your jawline, down your throat and headed for your chest. He briefly paused at your nipples, a hand playing with one while the other got sucked on. You moaned and whined at him, the sound of the other men shuffling around the room not even detering you.

Gaz's hands moved towards your belt and you tensed. You said nothing though. But Gaz still noticed you tense. He froze and looked up at you, one of his brows cocking. "Green," you whispered, still focusing only on him. He gave a nod and made quick work of your belt. It was pulled off of you in no time. You kicked off your shoes and Gaz began to pull down your pants. You lifted your hips to make it easier, and soon enough you were just laying there in your panties.

You were nearly completely exposed to them. Your thighs, stomach, stretch marks, all of it on display. Part of you didn't care, but part of you was terrified. Gaz's fingers gently traced your stretch marks and you froze up.

"Yellow." You blurted out, without really thinking.

Gaz was off of you in an instant. "You okay, love?" Price and Gaz asked at the same time.

"Uh, sorry," You sat up, resting on your forearms, "not used to this attention. I was a little uncomfortable." They all looked at you, attentively. "We can continue."

"How would you feel…" Gaz trailed off, thinking hard, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs again. "Sitting on my face?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. How were you going to survive? Your eyes widened and you pulled yourself up, trying to comfort yourself. "What if… what if it's too much?"

"What?" Gaz, seemingly genuinely confused, cocked his head. "What if what's too much?"

You gave him a deadpan expression as if he should know. "I don't wanna crush you with my thighs!"

"What an honorable and lovely way to go, though!" Gaz gave you a goofy grin.

You thought for a moment, "Okay, but can we do it my way?" You played with the sheets beneath you. Gaz hummed, asking what your way was. "Uh, you lay on the floor and I'll sit on your face." Your face was suddenly burning as you said the rest of your thought, "So I can I suck one of their dicks." Your words ran together and you tried to hide your face.

"Hey, no need to be shy now!" Gaz comforted you. "Anyway, I'm sure I know one of them is absolutely dying for you to suck his dick." Gaz whispered to you. You laughed, causing the others to wonder what was being said.

Gaz moved off of you and got on the floor. He laid down and patted his chin, waiting for you to get up and take a seat on his face. The others looked at you with confusion. They couldn't help but wonder what you had planned. You stood up and wondered how to not awkwardly take your panties off. You decided it didn't have to be awkward, you were with four men who were ready to throw themselves at you (well, Ghost hadn't yet…), you didn't need to feel so self conscious.

Yet, there you were, being self conscious. "Do you have to watch me while I take off my panties?"

"Well, what else are we supposed to watch, love?" Ghost adjusted himself, causing a pit to form in your stomach.

You grumbled a 'fine', and slid off your panties. You made your way to Gaz, who was more than ready to devour you. You got on your knees, one on each side of his head and looked at the other guys. Gaz placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer down to him.

"Don't be afraid to sit all the way down." He smiled against your thigh, causing you to melt.

"Soap," You had said his name with a lust in your voice you weren't sure you were capable of. He perked up. "C'mere." You motioned for him to come over. He was on you as soon as possible.

"May I?" You grabbed up at his belt. Gaz kissed up your thigh, closing in on your pussy. Your thighs clenched around him without you meaning to and you immediately apologized.

"Fuck," Soap groaned, "You're so gorgeous…" That caused you to look back up at him through your lashes. Soap was promptly pulling his belt off for you. He unbuttoned and unzipped them so fast you were unable to process his movements.

Gaz licked a stripe up your pussy and you gasped. “Fuck…” Your voice was soft and weak. You focused back on Soap and looked up at him. Your hands moved to his waistband and you bit your bottom lip. You pulled at his underwear and you were immediately at eye level with his cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you began to softly pump it, the head already dripping precum. You slid his dick into your mouth.

Everything was going on at once. You were trying to focus on Gaz absolutely going to town on you, you were trying to focus on sucking Soap’s soul straight from his body, while also trying to focus on looking okay for Ghost and Price. Which, in all honesty, you didn’t need to try to do that at all. In their minds you were already perfect.

Soap’s cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged. You couldn't help it. Soap's hands tangled in your hair and he held you steady, which you were thankful for. Gaz was putting his mouth to good use and you needed all the help you could get. If you weren't so concerned with Gaz and Soap you would have heard Ghost and Price groaning and grunting on the other side of the room.

You looked up at Soap, tears pricking your eyes, and he pulled your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "Good girl," he grunted, causing you to have a reaction.

Gaz was going to town under you. His tongue lapping you up as quickly as possible. His hands gripped your hips tight, holding you down while his fingers dug into the skin. You lost it. You settled completely on Gaz's face and moaned onto Soap's cock. Gaz's nose rubbed against your clit and you were sent over the edge immediately. You gripped Soap's outer thigh and tried your best to keep going as your first orgasm hit you. Soap saw you struggling and pulled away, leaving you a mess.

"Kyle!" You moaned out. Gaz did not slow. In fact, you saying his name only caused him to go harder. Your hands hit the floor and your nails dug into the wood. You started to grind onto Gaz's face, a whining and whimpering mess. No words were forming. At least not properly. "Please- Fuck, I-"

Gaz slowed and his grip loosened on you. You pushed yourself up, or tried, Gaz helped you move off his mouth and you were left sitting on your knees, hunched over and reeling.

"Holy shit."

"You still good?" Ghost asked from across the room. You nodded. "Wonderful, because we're just getting started."

You looked up and noticed Ghost was still in uniform. He had obviously been masturbating, but he was fully clothed. Price however, was not. He stood naked, his hand pumping away at his cock. You wanted him. He caught your glance and immediately stopped jacking off. You sat up straight but your eyes cut away from him.

"Mind if I join, dear?" He smirked at you. Words were still not forming. You motioned for him to walk over and made his way towards you. He easily pulled you up and walked you over to the bed. He set you down and you took a moment to catch your breath. You looked up at Price, and sighed.

"I forgot to mention," you finally formed a sentence, "I'm on birth control." Price smiled at this. It was your way of saying 'Please rawdog me right now' and he understood instantly. He lowered himself to your level, lips pressing to your ear.

"Wanna be on top?" Price whispered, chills running up your spine.

"I don't know…"

"Whatever you want to do is fine, love, but I'd love to watch you ride my cock-"

"Okay." You are hooked instantly. His tone, his accent? He did not have to repeat himself. Before you knew it, he was laying on the bed and you were positioned over him. You grabbed his cock and started to gently rub up and down it, before lowering yourself onto him. You whimpered, Price steadying you. He watched you closely.

“Good girl, that’s it,” He grunted. His hands rested on your thighs. You were still so sensitive. You had a feeling you were going to be sensitive for the rest of the day.

“Captain…” You moaned out, not entirely sure where it came from. But it did something to Price. His hips bucked up immediately. You gasped. You were bouncing up and down, slowly at first. Your hands rested on Price’s chest to steady yourself, your legs still wobbly from the earlier interaction with Gaz.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Your whimpers and all of their groans and grunts filled the barracks, most likely. Your pace picked up and Price slapped his hand against your thigh, the smack ringing in your ears. The sting only turned you on more. “Fuck,” Price’s teeth were gritted, “love, you’re taking me so well.”

Your eyes shut tight and your mouth fell agape. One of your hands grabbed his, the one that rested on your thigh, and you were coming undone again. “John-” You stuttered out his name, “John, I’m gonna-”

Your movements slowed, but Price kept bucking his hips, causing your second orgasm to hit faster than you thought. A string of curses left your lips and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your stomach was in knots as you clenched around Price.

“Love, I’m-” He was so close… “Where?”

“Inside.” It was so clear and coherent. Price did not argue.

His hips bucked up a couple more times and suddenly he was cumming as well. You leaned down and your whole body tensed. The feeling of his cum spilling out and rolling down your thighs was all you could think about. Price pushed himself up and kissed you, catching you off guard. You were kissing until one of the guys stopped groaning and spoke up.

“My turn.”

You pulled away from Price and looked over your shoulder. Ghost. You blinked at him a few times and Price moved you off of him. He stood up and let Ghost approach you. Ghost looked at Soap and motioned for him to get behind you on the bed.

“This okay?” Soap asked.

“Yeah-” You started. Ghost clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh. Green.”

“Atta girl,” The tone in Ghost’s voice caught you off guard. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, love,” He began to pull his pants down, “but I’m not letting you on top. And the mask isn’t coming off.”

You nodded. Soap was behind you holding you. You began to wonder if Soap and Ghost had done something like this before… You, however, did not wonder for long. Ghost was on you quick, his mask pulled up slightly to kiss you. His hand was placed under your chin, keeping you in place. He pulled away from you and looked down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

Ghost’s fingers slipped down to your dripping pussy and he slid two fingers into you. He kept eye contact with you as he fingered you. You shut your eyes as he hit a spot you had never had someone reach with just their fingers and he clicked his tongue again.

“Look at me.” Ghost’s voice was gruff. Your eyes snapped back open and your chest heaved. “Good girl.” You were stuck trying to form a sentence again, and the word Ghost slid from your lips, but nothing else was intelligible. “Simon,” He leaned down to your ear, “You can call me Simon.”

You were sent into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up and as he dragged his fingers out of you, your hips tried to follow. You were putty in his hands. You were a blubbering mess once again. Another orgasm hit and you cried out for Simon. Your eyes screwed shut and you gripped onto Soap, who was still right behind you.

Simon pulled his fingers from you and slid them into your open mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You looked at him through half shut eyes and shut your mouth, sucking on his fingers. Simon smiled under his mask, you could see him smirking under it as you eagerly sucked his fingers. He removed them from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you watched him, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see what was next.

Simon grabbed your chin and made sure you stayed looking at him. “I’m going to fuck you, is that alright?” You nodded and he continued, “Soap is going to be here for moral support.” He patted your thigh. Soap’s hands rested on your hips, and as Simon said that, he gripped you tighter and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

‘Fuck,’ You thought, reeling from everything going on, ‘I’m going to need fucking support?’ You prepared yourself for what was to come. Simon told you to position yourself, and Soap, seeming to know the drill, helped you while Simon took his clothes off. Simon was completely naked except for his mask, and you were staring. Staring, and staring. Your head was resting on Soap’s stomach, and Soap was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Simon crawled onto the bed and leaned over you, angling himself at your entrance. His eyes cut to Soap and moved back to you.

“Green,” You were eager for him to continue. So he did. Simon’s hips thrusted into yours, his pace slow and steady. Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist and Soap rubbed your shoulders. He whispered how good you were, how amazing you had been, and how hot you looked taking Simon’s cock.

Your cries grew louder, and you begged and pleaded for Simon to go faster. Simon grunted as he did so. His pace picked up and you were being plowed into within seconds of asking. Your head rocked back and you looked at Soap.

“Johnny-” You whined, tears pricked your eyes, “Fuck-” You reached up for Soap, who was hard again, you could feel it, and you touched his face. Soap mumbled some swears but was quick to encourage you some more. “I can’t- Uhn-” Your legs tightened around Simon’s waist and you cried for him. His name ripped from your lips and you said it over and over. Moaning for more. Simon did not stop.

“You can-” Your words caught in your throat, “You can cum inside-”

Simon wasn’t far off from you. You were laying there, whining and mewling as he continued to wreck you. His thrusts began to pick up speed once more, until he finally came as well. His hips slowed slightly, and he placed his face in your neck. He moaned out your name and your stomach flipped.

Soap placed and a kiss on your forehead. “We can take a break if you need to?” You couldn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Simon pulled out of you and you lied there in Soap’s arms for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “Come on,” Price walked over to the bed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You didn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly and your brain was foggy. Your eyes cut over towards Price and you saw Gaz grow concerned. “You good?” He asked. You finally processed his words and gave a lazy thumbs up. This elicited a laugh from Simon.

After a couple minutes and Soap trying to get up, you stopped him. Your hand grabbed his bicep, “Wait,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from all the noises you had been making, “is this-” You froze momentarily, “Is this a one time thing?”

You could see them all look at each other and then back at you. They all started talking at the same time, “No!” “Of course not!” and “Do you want it to be?”

You sighed in contentment , “I think I could go for the occasional team bonding… If you guys are up for it of course!”

“Absolutely,” Simon leaned over you, “Now we really need to get this mess cleaned up.”

You smiled, agreeing, and let them help you. You had felt more confident than before, and while you knew you didn’t need to rely on others to make you feel that way, you hoped that whatever happened could continue.

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steddieas-shegoes · 16 days

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never gonna give you up

for @steddiemicrofic "fake" prompt that needed to include the words: and, around, desert, down, give, gonna, let, never, run, up, you

1987 words | rated e | no cw | tags: modern au, flirting, bisexual steve harrington, handjobs, some platonic stobin, ridiculous and unserious

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"This might be the first time someone's deserted me in the middle of a date," Steve said into the phone.

"You aren't counting that one time Sarah left during the movie?" Robin asked.

"She had a family emergency!" Steve exclaimed.

"Right, and I'm definitely going on a date with a dude later."

"You're saying she didn't have a family emergency?"

Steve remembered that date, remembered how she'd even had tears in her eyes when she said her mom called and she had to run home.

"You're gonna unpack that all night, aren't you?" Robin sighed on the other end. "Steve, just go home. Take a week off from trying to get into some poor woman's pants. Leave some of them for me to get into. I beg you."

"What makes you think they'd come running to you?" Steve looked over at a guy standing at the counter of the diner, clearly trying to pick up his order. From the back, he seemed tall, but that could be the black skinny jeans and boots combo.

"Let me talk to them for one minute and I'll have them convinced."

The guy turned as the woman behind the counter walked to the kitchen, his eyes settling on Steve talking on his cell phone at the table in the corner. It's not like there were many people here on a Monday night, nothing else to look at but Steve awkwardly sitting by himself with two glasses on the table.

The guy started to walk over, and Steve recognized him immediately.

"Gotta go, Robs."

"What? How are you done wallowing already?"

He hung up before she could continue, putting his phone face down on the table.

"Well, well, well. Never thought I'd see the day where Steve Harrington shows back up in Hawkins."

Eddie Munson didn't know shit about Steve, never really had. He thought he did, just like everyone else in high school, but the gossip that followed him around never had much truth to it. He really only had two girlfriends for most of high school, and only one of them was serious enough for him to sleep with.

The sleeping around came after his move to Chicago, when he was constantly surrounded by women who would give him all the attention he wanted.

"Never really thought I'd be back," he said with a genuine smile. Kill them with kindness or whatever his grandmother used to say.

It seemed to throw Eddie off at least, his mouth opening and closing around whatever rebuttal he planned.

"So why are you here? Visiting the parents?" Eddie crossed his arms, leaned his hip against the edge of the table.

"Nah, came to visit Dustin Henderson. Staying for a few more days and thought it would be nice to take someone out. I guess she didn't agree," Steve shrugged.

Eddie glanced down at the empty spot across from him, the glass on the table with half of the drink missing. He looked back at Steve's face.

He sat down across from him and smirked.

"So. Come here often, sunshine?"

Steve snorted, shaking his head as he looked up at Eddie.

"Not as often as I would if I was coming to see you," Steve replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Eddie clearly wasn't expecting him to flirt back. He recovered quickly, though.

"I suppose we could fix that, then, huh?"

Steve looked him up and down, taking in the messy bun his curly hair was pulled into, the pen mark on his cheek, tattoos up and down his arm.

"I suppose we could."

Waking up in Eddie Munson's bed was definitely not what he expected when he arrived in Hawkins two days ago, but stranger things had happened.

He opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and Eddie's warm body pressed against his back.

Neither of them had gotten dressed after their shower last night, too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and cum from hours of making each other come undone.

Steve let himself have this. Eddie would kick him out when he woke up, kindly of course, but he'd make it clear to Steve that this was a one night thing. No matter how good it was, Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew Eddie would never actually be interested in a guy like him.

"Mmm. Stop thinkin' s' loud," Eddie's lips brushed against the back of Steve's neck in a half-kiss, sending a shiver down his spine. "'s too early."

Steve smiled to himself, let Eddie's arms tighten around him and hold him close for a bit longer.

"I should probably head back to the Henderson's. Claudia will be worried if I'm not there for lunch," Steve said quietly.

"Just text Dustin, tell him your date went well."

Steve shouldn't get his hopes up. It's not like he was gonna do long distance, and even if he would be willing, there was no way Eddie would.

"I can't lie to him," Steve felt his heart flip flop in his chest at the admission.

Eddie's head lifted and his breath hit the side of Steve's face instead of his shoulder. "Did it not go well? I thought it- well, I thought it went great, actually."

Steve turned in Eddie's arms, facing him, placing his hands on his chest. "It did go well! It did."

"Okay, then…"

"It's just this wasn't exactly a date, was it? You just felt bad for me, probably wanted to see if the rumors were true."

"What rumors?"

"You know. The ones about me sleeping around, being good with my mouth." Steve's eyes searched Eddie's, looking for any hint of recognition. When none came, he continued. "How I let anyone fuck me on the first date?"

Eddie's brows furrowed. "Is that what people say about you?"

"You don't have to act dumb, Eddie. Some of it's true."

Eddie's hands were rubbing up and down his back, making goosebumps appear on his skin. "You are good with your mouth. That one’s true. The rest though? I never believed any of that shit.”

“Really? Why not?”

Eddie’s hand traced along Steve’s only tattoo, a robin placed just under his collarbone. “Because I never gave much thought to rumors. Lord knows most of the ones about me weren’t true.”

Steve thought about all the rumors he’d heard about Eddie in high school.

Back then, he may have believed some of them, but he had firsthand experience with things getting out of hand.

“You can think what you want, but I brought you back here because I genuinely enjoyed talking to you at the diner. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wanted to get rid of you. Trust me. I’m not really a one and done guy,” Eddie’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. “If you’re in a rush to go, I can’t stop you. But I think staying in bed with you all morning sounds pretty fuckin’ good.”

Steve’s breath hitched, his heart kicked up in his chest. “You know, I’ve actually never bottomed before last night.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Never?”

Steve shook his head. “Never found anyone I could trust to be gentle.”

“Was I gentle enough? Shit, you should’ve told me. I used spit as lube, Steve! That couldn’t have been comfortable.” Eddie pulled away a few inches, mumbling to himself in a panic.

“Eddie.” Steve tried to get his attention back on him. “Eds.”

Steve shifted forward, his front pressing against Eddie’s, his half-hard cock finding friction against Eddie’s thigh.

They both groaned as Steve rocked against him again.

“Everything was perfect, Eds. Only thing that would make it better is if I get to watch you come again right now," Steve said against his lips, pushing his hips forward so their cocks brushed against each other.

"Fuck, keep doing that and you'll get your wish, sweetheart."

He was sensitive, worked up from the hot breath against his mouth, the tongue brushing against his bottom lip. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd been this wrapped up in someone, this attentive to the sounds they made, this focused on making sure they both felt good.

The friction was enough on its own to get Steve to the edge, and if Eddie's moans were anything to go off of, he was right there with him.

Steve never felt safe enough to be loud, not until he had Eddie begging him to make noise.

"C'mon, Stevie. Wanna hear how good you feel. Sounds so good when you can't hold it back," Eddie's hand gripped his hip, tugging him closer. They were both leaking precum, dripping down each other's lengths and losing track of where one of them ended and the other began.

Steve couldn't hold it back, didn't want to anyway. Letting Eddie hear how good he felt was a need.

"You gonna come with me, sweetheart?" Eddie gasped out as he wrapped his hand around both of them, slowing his hips to focus on moving his hand, finding the perfect angle and pace to get them both over the edge.

Steve bit his lip and nodded, barely holding back a whimper as Eddie's grip tightened around them.

"Come for me, Stevie."

Eddie's voice had a direct link to Steve's cock, maybe through the hand wrapped around him. Steve came with a shout, curling forward so his forehead fell against Eddie's shoulder.

He was overstimulated, fighting the urge to buck into his hand and pull away at the same time.

Steve pulled his head back to watch as Eddie groaned, cum hitting both of their stomachs as he worked himself through his orgasm.

They both lay there in silence, Eddie's grip loose around them as they both softened. They'd need to clean up before the cum dried in Steve's chest hairs and made them sticky, but moving seemed like an impossible task.

"You live in Chicago now?" Eddie asked suddenly, making Steve jump. He rubbed his cleaner hand on his back in silent apology.

"Yeah," Steve breathed out. "With Robin Buckley. From band?"

"I know Robin. She used to come to my shows before she moved."

"Small world."

Eddie snorted. "Just Hawkins." Eddie sat up, pulling Steve with him. "You know, the guys in my band have been considering moving to Chicago. Think it's a good place for a metal band?"

Steve searched his face for any clues as to what he was really asking. Certainly he didn't expect Steve to know if a metal band would feel at home somewhere.

"I…guess?" Steve answered.

"I'll just text Robin," Eddie wiped his hand on the sheets and reached over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Wait. You keep in touch with Robin?" Steve felt like he was being pranked.

"Not as much as I should, but yeah. We caught up last time she visited her parents." Eddie typed on his phone for a moment, then looked up at Steve with a smirk. "Problem with that?"

"No, I'm just kinda shocked she's never really mentioned it." Steve stood up with shaking legs. "I should probably grab a shower and go."

"You normally a runner?" Eddie asked, amused.

"No? Why do you ask?"

"It's just the second time you've been rushing to leave. Thought I told you I wanted you here."

Steve knew what he wanted, and he knew it was too much, too fast, too ridiculous for Eddie to even consider it.

But maybe, if he played his cards right, maybe he could have Eddie for more than today.

"Shower with me?" Steve settled on, pouting his bottom lip out.

"And then?" Eddie pushed.

Steve didn't know what to do, but he knew what he wanted.

"And then we'll go back to the diner and actually eat something together." Eddie nodded, encouraging him to continue. "And then you give me your number."

"For?"

"Planning our next date."

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