Just Tveit Trash. Mostly fics.

“Hey.” She said as she approached her apartment door, standing in front of it was a familiar face.

“Hey.” He said back.

“I didn’t know you were stopping by tonight.” She said.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d see if you were around.” He responded.

She fiddled with the keys trying to get in the door, paused and turned to look at him, “You were just hanging around SoHo at 2am on a Saturday night?” The statement dripping with disbelief and sarcasm.

“Well, you know, we did a little SNOB and then I split a cab with a friend. Ended up this way and wandered here.” He explained as she got the door open. “You look really nice tonight. Date?” He asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Thanks. No.” She smirked as she looked back at him and nodded towards the door “Just out for a girl’s night. Coming in, Tveit?” She asked.

“Yep.” He said looking around the apartment building hallway. “Your roommate out tonight too?” He asked as his voice trailed off.

“She’s out of town actually. Went home for a few days. I hope you weren’t waiting here too long.” She said as she set her stuff down in the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure, whatever you have is fine. Nah, I wasn’t waiting very long at all.“

“That’s good. Here.” She handed him a beer out of the fridge, grabbing one for herself as well. “The show seems to be going well?” She asked, changing topics.

“Great. Really well, actually. Things couldn’t be better with work.” He said. He had set his backpack, jacket and fedora down in her living room, familiar with the layout, almost making himself at home. “How about work for you? Good?” He asked as he moved to meet her in the kitchen, now taking a sip from the green glass bottle.

“Oh you know, same bullshit, different day. I shouldn’t complain though.” She took a sip of her own beer, setting it on the counter. “Can I get you anything else?” She asked as she turned and rummaged through the cupboards for a snack of some sort.

“You know what else I’m here for.” Aaron was now standing behind her in the kitchen. His voice was low and sultry. He had hooked his finger on the inside of her cardigan at the shoulder and started to pull it off, the thin strap of her silk camisole exposed. He put his lips to her shoulder and softly kissed it. The cardigan now hanging off her shoulder, she leaned to the opposite side exposing more of herself to him as he continued to kiss her, sucking on her neck.

“Aaron, you said last time that was the last time.” She whispered softly.

“I lied.” He said so casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His other hand came up to fully remove the sweater from her arms. He sucked on her neck, grazed her ear with his teeth to playfully bite, then kissed the soft spot on her neck behind the ear.

“Oh” she whimpered. “You said we were over.”

“We’re never really over. We’re too good together to be over.” He said, his hands caressing her body, exploring her skin. They moved to her jeans, unbuttoning, and unzipping them.

“Aaron, what about your girlfriend?” She asked, ass arching into him.

“No girlfriend. Not anymore.” He said between kisses.

She moved his hands away, and spun around, her hand on his chest, pausing him for a moment. She looked into the sea of blue of his eyes, searching for the truth. He could lie all he wanted, but she always knew the truth by looking into them. “No girlfriend? You know the rules.”

“No. I swear.” He said as he cradled her, hands on her waist; “Me and her are done. It’s over. I promise.” Their little arrangement, fuck buddies— although, it could never be as simple as that, she wasn’t that lucky— was not allowed while one of them was in a relationship. She may have been a lot of things, but cheater wasn’t one of them.

“You told me to not let you do this again.” She said sighing into his touch, spinning back around facing the kitchen cabinets again.

Aaron reached around her; “You can tell me to stop if you want,” he slipped his hands into her undone pants, moved her panties out of the way and started to play with her clit. “But we both know you won’t.” He said lowering his voice to a husky whisper.

She let the feeling of ecstasy come over her, pushing her ass into him, arching her back and holding on to the counter with one hand, the other around his neck behind her, as her eyes closed. She softly mewled. They stood there for a moment, her relishing the feeling of his fingers rubbing and circling her clit. “Oh, shit. Aaron. We shouldn’t.” She gasped as he moved faster. “We‘re so messy together.” She said.

Aaron softly chuckled as his hand fondled her, while his other arm wrapped around her. “Maybe so. Maybe we were a clusterfuck, but fuck, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Mmmm. Ohhhh. Aaron. Fuck.” She said as she reached around trying to grab his dick. As she felt its long outline through his pants and Aaron let out a moan.

“I bet that pussy of yours is just aching to be fucked. Huh? It’s been so long. Can you even handle my cock anymore?” Aaron gruffly whispered.

“Oh shit. Mmhmmm.” She whimpered. The pair stood in the kitchen, she braced herself on the counter, with both hands now, as Aaron’s fingertips moved up and down, playing with her clit. She was panting heavily, her breaths becoming more and more ragged.

“I bet no one fucks you like I do.” He softly said said. He was right. “Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked.

“Oh god Aaron. Shit. Fuck!” She cried, her legs quivering, the feeling of him holding her, his fingers making her weak, ecstasy rolling over her in waves. She was on the brink of her orgasm when she breathlessly whispered. “Stop. Aaron. Oh fuck, Stop.”

Aaron stopped. Removing his hands and holding her tight as she gasped for air. “Is everything okay?” He asked softly, concerned something was wrong.

“I just— not yet— I don’t want to cum yet.” She said. After a moment, she caught her breath, and turned to face him again. She crashed her lips on to his. A smile creeping across his face, as his lips intertwined with hers, her tongue tied with his, as they both made soft moans into the others’ mouth. Aaron’s arm wrapped around her waist, as his opposite hand came up to caress her neck. Her hands slid down from his chest to his waist resting on his jeans button. His hand, now tangled in her hair, as his other hand made its way to the other side of her face, while the pair kissed passionately. She pulled back, after a while, and looked into his eyes. She saw something she hadn’t seen in them in a long time— longing, desire, and something else, but she couldn’t tell what, lust? Perhaps. “Are we really doing this again?” She asked faintly, quieter than a whisper.

Aaron responded in a low voice “If you want.” She lingered for a moment, gazing into his face, and then he started kissing her again. She kissed back as her hands fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. She slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped one around his cock. “Mmm. Oh fuck.” He said pulling away as she gently started to slide her fingers up and down the length of his dick, pulling his jeans and boxer briefs down with her other hand.

“Wanna suck you.” She whispered peppering a few kisses to his jaw. Aaron let out a grunt. She sank down as she stroked his dick, his hands tracing her body as she did, when she reached his waist, she put her lips to the tip of his cock and circled it with her tongue. Aaron’s head fell back as he moaned loudly, she kept circling. He looked down at her as she slowly moved her mouth from the tip down his length, her hair all around her face, and he gently gathered it, with both hands into one fist, letting out another moan. “Oh fuck, just like that. Suck my cock. Oh. Mmm.” His fist gently tugging on her hair as her head bobbed back and forth along his dick. She took him in inch by inch, until she had all of him in her mouth, feeling each vein and the twitches his dick made as she sucked him. Curse words effortlessly spoken by him, as she hallowed her cheeks and fucked him with her mouth. She wrapped one hand around his firm, tight ass, while the other made sure to engulf whatever part of his dick she wasn’t sucking or massaged his balls. “Oh fuck.” He moaned. “No one blows me like you do. Babe, damn it, Fuck!” He whispered as he leaned against the counter, his legs falling a little wider in his stance now.

She continued to suck him, as one of his hands traced her jaw holding it gently, and his other tugged her hair forcefully back and forth as her tongue slid against his cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, her swollen lips, the feral sounds coming from her mouth, her wide doe-eyes staring up at him with tears forming in the corners, from how far down her throat he was buried. Fuck. He was a goner. “Shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He said as he started thrusting harder, faster, more sloppily into her mouth, holding her head in place. She braced herself, one hand gripped around the outside of his thighs. She moaned, her mouth around him. “Oh fuck baby, you’re gonna take it, right? Uh, mmm, so fucking good. Aw, yes, oh, FU—.” He yelled as his abs tensed and he came down her throat. As he calmed down from his high, he loosened his grip around her hair, stroking her head softly now. She continued to suck him slowly. His hands falling from her hair now to the counter behind him to ground him as he recovered.

She gently let her mouth ease off of him, resting her forehead on his thigh, as her hands gently ran along the back of his legs, in feather light touches. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Aaron was shaking. After a few moments, slowly, she stood, pressing light kisses against his various parts of exposed skin as she rose, bringing her head his shoulder and placing a kiss to his cheek. She reached around him for the beer she opened for herself earlier, taking a sip and looking at him, spent, half-naked in her kitchen. God, he was hot, and he was hers— only for tonight and it was going to hurt like hell when he left, but hers for this moment. She smirked as she set the bottle down, kissing him again, from his t-shirt covered shoulder, up his neck to the corner of his lips, his glance now looking to her as his focus came back and his breaths calmed. He smiled. “Gosh.” He sighed. “You’re really pretty when you blow me.” He said with a smirk and laugh, a look she knew all too well.

“Only when I blow you?” She teased against his lips.

He hummed a question in acknowledgement and looked toward the ceiling and whispered back. “No. Always pretty.” He flashed that million-dollar smile. “Beautiful! Gorgeous even!” He spoke louder.

She laughed in amusement as she gave a half-hearted “Why thank you. But I bet you say that to all the girls.” in response. She buried her face in his chest, giggling, as he held her close.

“No.” She looked up at him as he spoke. “Only the ones I lo—.”

“Aaron don’t.” She stopped him speaking sternly, pulling away from his chest, still in his embrace, studying his face. “Please don’t.” She said shaking her head, quieter this time. He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I just— I don’t— What do you want from me?” He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer.

The pair had gone through this before, enough for her to know exactly what was running through Aaron’s mind. They have great sex, get mixed up in the feelings and then one of them ends up hurt. The cycle was fun for a while, but ruthless. Neither were ever on the same page. She needed to pull him out of that space quick. She gave him the only answer that would do that. Looking up at him, eyes wide, bottom lip between her teeth and ever so sweetly, dripping with extra sugar she pleaded “Make me cum Daddy.”

She looked into his eyes, watching them change as he cocked his head. Their gentle blue faded into a deeper, darker, sinister look. One that meant he was about to give her exactly what she asked for, and he wasn’t going to be nice about it either. He shoved his lips on to hers, pushing her from the kitchen with a shuffle; jeans and boxer-briefs still around his ankles. They moved into her living room, one arm around her waist to keep her close, the other around her back working quickly under her camisole to unhook her bra, finally bumping to a stop against the back of the couch that divided the walkway from the living room. His arm still around her waist, this time to steady her, as his other hand worked to quickly discard her jeans and panties from her waist. Aaron trailed his nose up her arm to the crook of her neck. Breathing in the scent that was uniquely her, a scent that took him back to their time together, messy as it was, with one simple inhale. He let out a moan in her ear as his lips met the spot of her neck behind her ear again, causing her to shiver. She leaned slightly against the back couch, spreading her legs as his hand found its way to her clit. His fingers moved easily from her clit to her pussy.

“Mmmm. Still so wet for me, huh?” He said.

“Mmmhmm.” was all she whimpered, breathlessly, as he circled her clit slowly.

“Now, you’re going to stay standing until I make you cum.” He ordered, with a hint of gentleness behind his firm words.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned in response as he now slid a finger into her pussy.

“And...” he said, as his fingers slammed in and out; “You’re gonna fucking take it. ” His fingers deep moving deeper inside her with every word. “Got it? No stopping. Not until you’re soaked, which at this rate, won’t be too much longer now. Will it?” He asked with his voice directly in her ear.

“Fuck, yes!” She cried out.

Aaron’s hand stopped. “Sorry? What was that?!” He asked

Her chest heaving up and down she looked at him, with lust filled eyes, biting her lip again. “Fuck, yes, sir.” She responded. Moving her lips to his, moaning when his hand continued at the same pace as before. He stood there, finger fucking her, whispering the foulest of things into her ear. She was dizzy with pleasure, holding on to him for dear life as worked her over, not only sliding his fingers, three of them now, in and out of her, but holding her steady and massaging the G-Spot deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Uhuh, that’s it. Shit, yes. That’s my girl. You’re so beautiful when you moan for me. Fuck. Wanna be in you.” Aaron whispered, his voice gravely.

Her face contorted in pleasure as she moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry out with how good she felt. “Don’t stop. Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She begged.

“Not gonna stop babe. Just want you to cum for me. But not yet. You wanted to wait before; you’ll have to wait a little longer.” He said as his hand set a punishing pace, moving his fingers up and down inside of her.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t hold it.” She cried out as she dripped from her pussy, knees weak and shaking against him. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Just a little more. Not yet.” He whispered gruffly, nibbling on her ear, stretching her out with his fingers. The squelching sounds making his dick harder than before.

“Fuck Aaron. I can’t. I can’t. Babe, please fuck.” She squealed, as tears of pleasure formed in her eyes.

“Just a little more. Come on, that’s it. Hold it for me.” He felt her pussy squeezing his fingers. “Feels so good on my fingers, can’t wait to be buried in you. So close babe.” He sucked her neck. He waited a moment as she moaned, and squealed, and squirmed in pleasure, anything to hold the release she was so desperately longed for.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Aaron. Oh fuck. Fuck! I’m gonna cum, fuck!” She screamed.

“Alright, pretty, cum for me.” He pleaded.

“Ohh. Oh. Ohhhhhhh. Aaronnnnnnnnnn.” She threw her other arm around him as she leaned back, revealing in the orgasm that was washing over her. Aaron’s fingers coaxing out every single drop he could from her pussy. Aaron kissed her forehead as she shook. Legs, still quivering, resting now leaning against the top of the couch. Gathering her breath as she stood arms around him. He held her close, murmuring praises in her ear. After a moment she lifted her face to his, kissing him gently. He kissed back slowly at first, growing with fervor as their lips continued to dance along one another. Her fingertips slowly traced down his abdomen until she reached his cock, hard and ready to go again. She smirked against his lips and he groaned as he grabbed her hand that slowly wrapped around his hard dick.

“Think you got one more for me, babe?” He asked with a gruff whisper.

“Only one more?” She asked playfully.

Aaron’s eyes caught hers and he smiled. “We’ll see how it goes.” He said.

“Mmmhmm. I got at least one more.” She replied.

“Mmmm... good girl.” Aaron praised.

“Bedroom?” She asked slowly, starting to remove herself from his embrace, to lead him down the hallway of her apartment.

“No. Need you now, here.” Aaron replied as he crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and quickly removing it. “Can’t wait.” He said moving his hands to her hips. His lips finding hers again, as though they were the only thing grounding him to this earth in that moment— she didn’t seem to mind. Her arms gripped around his torso, one hand making it up into his hair, pulling on his soft locks. He let out a soft grunt against her lips. “You know how I like it when you do that.” He smiled.

“I do” she smirked, “Now what was all this talk about not being able to wait? Hmm?” she said as she started to stroke his dick with her other hand.

In one quick swooping motion, Aaron grabbed her by the waist, and knelt to the ground, laying her down gently on the carpet running from her hallway into her living room area. He freed her ankles from her panties and jeans that had pooled there earlier, tossing them haphazardly behind him; she could find them later. He nudged her legs open with his knee, leaving his pants and boxer briefs around his legs, too eager to try to remove them. She looked up at him and smiled as his one hand came up and stroked her hair to one side, trailed down the side of her face, to her neck, down her chest, slipping her camisole down to expose her breasts. He grabbed one of them, pinching her nipple, and she arched her back off the floor, and wrapped her legs around Aaron’s waist. He grabbed his dick and lined it up with her pussy, his blue eyes locked with hers, sparkling in the dim light of the apartment, and he slowly pushed himself in to her. She threw her head back in breathless ecstasy, moaning. No man ever filled her the way he did with his cock.

“Fuck Aaron. Mmm, your cock feels…. so… shit babe. Mmmm.” She cried.

Aaron took a sharp inhale. “Shit. Fuck. Babe, fuck how are you so tight?! Fuck.” He said taking in another breath, adjusting his arms, caging around her.

She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders for leverage. “Mmm, fuck, Aaron. Need you to move.” She said as jerked her hips a little.

Aaron obliged, slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out of her pussy, getting faster as he went, then stilling, his cock filling her, grinding and rocking his hips into hers.

“Oh, Babe. Mmmmm you feel sooooo good.” Aaron whispered in her ear as he moved around inside of her.

“Yes. Fuck. Right there. Oh shit. Yes. Keep doing that. Ohhh god. Yes!” She cried out, pulling on his hair.

“Mmmm like this pretty girl.” He groaned as he grinded his hips harder into hers, his body rubbing her clit with each motion.

“Oh fuck. Yes, mmhmm, just like that — OH FUCK.” she screamed out.

He felt her pussy clenching around him, walls fluttering around his cock, adding to the sensation of being inside her. Aaron knew she was close again, already.

“Mmmm, you like that Babe. My cock buried so deep in that tight pussy of yours. Uh, yes, damn it. Fuck. Feels so good fucking you like this.” He whispered as she moaned.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Aaron.” She cried as he picked up the pace, slamming into her, dick sliding in and out, making sure to go as deep as he could on each thrust.

“That’s my girl. Come on babe. Cum for me again, one more time. You’re so close.” he groaned.

“Almost there. Babe Fuck, Aaron. Oh, yes yes yes yes.” the words failing from her lips like a prayer, one he was happy to answer for her, his thrusts getting more erratic, as he grew closer to his own finish.

Aaron felt her pussy clench around his dick. “Cum for me babe. I’m right behind you. Cum on.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aaron. Aar--Fuhh. OH!” She yelled out, her words getting lost in her high as she orgasmed for the second time that night, Aaron still pounding into her.

“Shit. Babe. Shit. Oh. Oh. OH! FUCK!” Aaron said as he came a few hard, deep thrusts later.

Their two bodies tangled in one-another, lost in the reverie, coming down from their high. They lay still for a moment, right there in the middle of her apartment hallway. The pair stayed there for a bit, Aaron’s back against the floor with her tucked into his side, both panting heavily, chests heaving up and down. Her fingers gently stroked through the soft tuft of his chest hair as the two regained composure.

“See.” Aaron said.

“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgement.

“Always good together.” He let out chuckle and kissed her temple.

She smirked and pushed herself up off the floor. Aaron lay there smiling at her, still on full display. “Hang on, let me get you a towel.” She said as she walked to the bathroom. She fished around for one in the cabinet, dampened it and threw it at him with a wink, as she closed the door to clean herself up as well. She pulled on an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she had in her bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Messy hair, smeared lipstick, pink, swollen lips, a slight glisten of sweat, even though she’d tidied herself up, and a smile. God, when was the last time she smiled like that? She glanced at the closed bathroom door and back to her reflection. Her shoulders and her smile sank. Aaron was her favorite source of happiness, but their messy history— could she do this again? Maybe they were older, better. Maybe it wouldn’t be like the last times. Maybe when she woke in his arms in the morning, she’d tell him she wanted to try again— for the umpteenth time— but maybe this time, it would stick. Maybe she could finally acknowledge the feelings she had for him, unbury them from the place deep in her soul where she hid them, and let them shine in the light again. Renewed hope. She nodded to herself and opened the bathroom door. Braver than she’d been in all the past times she’d seen him in recent memory, willing to maybe open-up, and —

“You’re not staying?” Her faced scrunched, as she stood there watching Aaron, zipping up his jeans, t-shirt already on.

“I have to get home to the dog.” he said. “Is that O.K.?”

“Oh, uh, sure, it’s fine. You just usually stay, so I’m just surprised, is all.” She offered a soft smile, folded her arms, and leaned against the doorway, hoping Aaron couldn’t see her heart breaking.

“Can’t tonight, sorry babe.” He said as he closed the distance between them, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Next time.”

“Sure, next time.” She said, hope deflated, her hands now fiddling with the frayed sleeves of her sweatshirt. She paused and channeled the courage she’d had only moments before “What if we reach a point there isn’t a next time?” She asked pointedly.

Aaron’s features softened as his eyes flickered over her face. “That won’t happen. It’s never the last time. It’s never going to be the last time with you.” He acknowledged simply.

“I can’t keep trying to get over you.” She looked over his face as pieces of heart continued to fall, shattered.

“Then don’t.” He replied simply with a shrug.

“God, Aaron.” She said more exasperated, “When are you ever going to have a serious conversation with me?”

“When are you going to finally admit to yourself that you’re in love with me?!” He countered, lips inches from hers, staring into her beautiful eyes. Touché.

“When are you going to promise to not break my heart?” She replied softly, looking back into his.

He hoped she couldn’t hear those words rip his heart to shreds in his chest. He knew he’d made mistakes with her before, and he so wanted to right them. “When are you going to trust me enough to not break it again?” He replied even softer.

She paused for a moment.