Ngl, basically just smut

On the drive home, you rambled to him, gushing over the little one. How cute she was, how tiny her baby fingers were, how she looked at the new faces with such wonder – everything new.

Steve only added the odd ‘uh huh’ in response to what you were saying, his mind too preoccupied to really listen. He fixed his eyes on the road ahead as thoughts ran through his brain. Thoughts of you.

Of you and him.

Of him getting you pregnant.

Filling you with his seed.

God, what would it feel like to have it finally take.

“Oh my God! I know I keep saying it, but she is just the most adorable little thing, isn’t she,” your rambling continued as you walked through the front door, shaking off your jacket and shoes.

Steve, again, stayed silent, also removing his outer clothes in the hallway. He slowly approached you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, “I want one.”

You chuckled, “I know you do, baby.”

It wasn’t unusual for Steve to express an interest in having kids with you someday.

“I want one – now.”

“Steve.” You turned in his grasp. “Kidnapping is wrong,” you joked.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said with a smirk, lowering his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow, Steve feeling your lips on his gently until you parted for him. Then he let himself give in to his most primal urges.

He grabbed your head with both his hands, holding your face close against his as his tongue explored the hollow of your mouth. A low groan vibrated out of Steve’s throat, down into yours, finally settling in the pit of your stomach. Your fists gripped the sides of his shirt at his waist and he pressed his body against yours, needing to feel more of you.

You were both breathless as Steve pulled away but kept his forehead resting on yours. “I wanna put a baby in you.”

“Steve–”

He cut off whatever you were going to say when he attached his lips to your neck. He sucked, licked, nibbled, at your exposed skin. Your hands drifted under his shirt, sighing into his touch.

With his lips still on you, he reached down to your ass, urging you to jump into his arms. You leaped up, wrapped your arms and legs around him as his mouth returned to yours. He slowly made his way upstairs to the bedroom through a messy haze of his tongue and your hands. Every so often he stopped to press you up against whatever surface was closest, grind his quickly hardening length against you and make you whine into his mouth like he was collecting the sounds for safe keeping.

He threw you to the bed like you weighed nothing, stripped himself of his shirt like it was burning his skin. He looked a mess already, lips swollen from kissing you, hair all over the place from your grabby hands. His eyes were hungry. Big, black pupils filling the voids, sucking you in.

He crawled on top of you, he felt so heavy as he pressed his body on to yours. His hands travelled up under your blouse, roughly kneading at your breasts through your bra like no clothes could stop him from feeling you.

“Steve, just–“ you cut yourself off with a gasp, “–take it off.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, he ripped open your top making you yell his name disapprovingly.

“No time for buttons,” he mumbled to himself.

He didn’t even reach around to unclasp your bra, he just pulled it down. His mouth was immediately at the peak of your nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he took it into his hot mouth. He moaned against your breast and you felt the vibrations right through you all the way to your core. You tilted your head back against the pillow, your hands tangling in his hair as he practically drooled over you. He circled his hips over your thigh, grinding his aching length on you.

“You’re so desperate Steve…” You weren’t even trying to tease him, you were just stating a fact, but even that seemed to make him hungrier.

His hands massaged at the flesh of your waist as he came back up to kiss you. A string of saliva connected his swollen lips to your nipple before it broke dripping to his chin. He looked wrecked already. You almost felt sorry for him.

“Need to be inside you,” he said breathlessly.

Wanting to help him out, you reached between you as you kissed and palmed the growing bulge in his jeans. He whimpered into your mouth at your touch, breaking his lips from yours. Both your pairs of hands scrambled to release him from his confines. The metal of his belt clanked desperately as he shoved down his jeans and underwear enough to feel the air on his dick. You pumped him with your fist, he was already so red, throbbing, leaking from the tip. His hands clawed at your panties, tugging them down to your knees where you kicked them off the rest of the way.

He couldn’t even get either of you fully undressed, just needed to reveal the most desperate parts of you. He bunched up your skirt above your waist where it joined your disheveled bra. You parted your legs but for Steve it wasn’t enough. He gripped the inside of your thighs and pushed them open wide, making more than enough room for his broad hips.

He looked down at your cunt so intently as he thrusted hard into you without warning.

“Steve!” His name rang out from your throat, wrapped in a strangled groan.

Usually, Steve would work his way up to plunging his cock into you. Get you wet on his fingers or his tongue, or both, until you were begging him to let you take him. But tonight was different, Steve didn’t have it in him to work you up when he was already about to burst.

“Sorry,” he tried to apologise sweetly but with the way you tightened around him it came out in a whine. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”

He sounded so pathetic – which was helping soften you up.

“It’s okay, just give me a sec to–“ a whimper caught in your throat as you felt Steve twitch inside you, he was trying really hard to hold still.

He bit down on his lip and hummed like he was trying not to think about it. You reached your hands up the back of his shoulders, dragging your nails up into his hair.

“Not helping,” he said through gritted teeth.

You quickly released your hands from him, dropping them to the pillows next to your head. His eyes were closed tight so he didn’t see the expression on your face as you looked at him like he was a lost puppy you desperately wanted to take home.

You shifted a little under him, getting yourself acquainted with his size. Every little move you made seemed to make Steve suck in the air around him.

“Baby…” he pleaded. “Let me move, I gotta–ugh–fuck your tight pussy, you feel so good. Please, I need to fill you so deep, so fucking deep in your warm cunt.”

His begging sent heat straight to the pit in your stomach. You weren’t quite ready, but at this point you didn’t really care. You wanted to give him everything.

“Stevie, look at me.” You cupped his jaw urging him to open his eyes to you, they were completely glazed over. “Do it.”

He almost came right there and then. Steve roughly pulled his hips back then collided them with yours, again and again in frantic thrusts. No real rhythm, just pure desperation.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whined with each jab of his hips. “Such a good girl for me.”

It was rare Steve was this rough. The speed at which he drilled into you was excruciating. Your whole lower half felt like it was on fire, burning around him and under his palm where he pried open your legs. He propped himself up over you with one elbow next to your head. The other hand held up one of your thighs allowing him to fill you deeper with his thrusts.

He looked down at where your bodies met, mesmerised by the way you sucked him in like you wanted him to live inside you forever. He noticed the mixture of your juices gather around him, the wet noises coming from there too loud to ignore.

He started to slow down a little as he shifted his position. He knelt back, picked up your legs from under your knees and slung them over his shoulders. He leant back over you, pressing your thighs between the two of you, your knees either side of his head. He was slower now, more deliberate, grinding a bit as his hips met yours. He sunk deeper into you from the new angle.

“Fuck! Steve… you’re so deep,” your voice was barely there between your wet breaths. Your mouth was filled with saliva, Steve making you wet from every orifice.

“Christ, been wanting to get this deep in you since the ride home. Get your pussy so full of me and breed you, yeah–fuck.”

His tip nudged at that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. You clenched hard around him and Steve let out another desperate whimper right into your mouth.

"Should’ve pulled over and just fucked you by the side of the road,” he continued, his hips speeding up again. “Where everyone could see how fucking good you take it–oh shit–” His voice got lower with each word he spoke, something darker coating his throat as he got closer to his climax. “They’ll see when you walk around all round, carrying my baby, yeah, part of me inside you. Fuck, baby! I want it so bad.”

“St–“

“You take me so good–so fuckin’ deep–gonna breed your pretty cunt like you deserve, yeah? Get you pregnant. You want me to fill you up, get you–ah–so full of my fucking cum?”

You could hardly respond. The way he rambled desperately dirty things across your face as he fucked into you hard, it made you completely unable to form words. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on his luscious locks trying to tell him you wanted it.

Wanted everything he was saying.

Wanted to feel him release his hot cum.

Wanted to feel his baby live inside you.

“C’mon baby,” he panted, “tell me. Let me hear how much you want it too, I know you do, know you’re fucking desperate for me to fuck a baby into you.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, air caught in your throat – he wouldn’t do it until you said the words, encouragement was always the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“St–ah–ummmf.” You were really trying.

It was Steve’s turn to give you that look you gave him earlier, the one like he felt sorry for you for how wrecked you were. As if it wasn’t all his fault.

You pulled harder on his hair with one hand, the other dug into the back of his neck, it hurt him, you knew it did, you didn’t care, neither did he.

With your tight grip, you pressed his face right against yours. Your sweaty foreheads colliding hard, his nose jabbing into your eye, his hot mouth against yours.

You finally spoke, “yes–ugh–I want it. C–um in me, breed me–ah Steve–just do it.”

His lips latched to your top lip as your mouth hung open, drooling over his chin as he gave you a few more thrusts hard and deep.

“Atta girl.”

His cock throbbed inside you and you were clenching so hard every time he hit that spot. It all made him feel so much bigger than normal, you were so damn full.

You felt his warmth pulse through you as Steve came.

“Take it, yeah just like that.” His pace never stopped as he worked his cum into you.

The feeling of him made your orgasm so close, you were fluttering around him, aching thighs shaking even as he held them pressed between you.

“Fuckin’ milk me baby, want you to take it all.”

You hiccuped pathetically, “yes!”

“Gonna be such a pretty mommy. Gonna get this belly so fucking full.”

Steve was clearly spent, breathing hard, face red and slick with sweat – but he didn’t let up.

“I got you baby.” He reached between your bodies to find your swollen clit with the roughness of his finger. You cried out in pleasure as he circled over it with speed.

“Steve… please–ah uugh.”

Steve felt the way to started fluttering around him again, it was almost enough to make him cum again. “Squeeze me so good baby, cum for me, wanna feel it – please.” There was a slight uptick in the pitch of Steve’s voice at the end of his words that pierced in your ear and ricocheted down to your core.

You grabbed another mean fist full of his hair as you came around him.

“That’s it–fuck–” he groaned, feeling your wetness mix with his.

The pressure felt almost too much, his cock stuffed inside you, his finger still working your throbbing clit, his chest hard on top of you, his mouth gaping over yours. Completely surrounded, invaded, by him.

He slowly came to a stop. Both of you still pulsing against each other wherever you connected. Your hard grip on his hair morphed into gentle scratches in his scalp. Steve's hands stroked your thighs as a dull ache started to spread through them.

You stayed like that for an unmeasurable amount of time just listening to each other's breathing return to normal. Well, as normal as it could be when he still felt so thick inside your cunt.

Steve’s lips finally closed together, pecking yours in the most chaste way, like he hadn’t just fucked your soul out your body. He gave you a bit of space, enough so that you could flop your limp legs to the mattress with a thud.

He slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your releases spilling out with him. As if trying to patch a hole in the hull of a sinking ship, Steve’s hands immediately covered your leaking pussy. You gasped at the shock of it, you were so sensitive.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” Steve said almost clinically.

He gathered up the wetness around you and stuffed it into your hole with two of his thick fingers. Your back arched instantly off the mattress.

“Steve…too much.”

“You can take it baby, keep it all in that pretty pussy. Do it for me? You’re so good to me, such a good girl.” He dipped down to place a comforting kiss to your hip.

Steve was working almost scientifically between your legs in an attempt to keep as much of his cum inside you as he could. You were writhing beneath him. His fingers dipped in and out, collecting, stuffing. You were so sensitive, twitching at every movement.

Fresh arousal was building within Steve from the sights, the feel, the sounds, the smell, of in between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy, even prettier when it’s full of my cum.” You couldn’t quite tell if he was talking to you or to himself.

You screwed your eyes shut, listening to the wet sounds of Steve’s fingers dragging inside you and his heavy breaths. He then started moaning louder, more wet sounds joined the obscene symphony.

You just about managed to lift your head and look down the bed at Steve to see him jerking himself off with one hand, while the other worked on you. You gasped at the sight. He looked so engrossed in his own world, where all that mattered was keeping his cum inside you.

“Steve,” you drew his attention up to your face.

He whimpered as your eyes connected.

“Baby…” he sighed. “I’m gonna–shit–I’m gonna fucking cum again, you look to fucking good full of my cum.”

His hand on you had stilled, resting his wet fingers on the inside of your thigh. His other hand sped up as he fucked his fist, desperately close to another release.

You involuntarily spread your legs. Sitting up on your elbows, you spoke to him in a sweet and encouraging voice that was scratchy around the edges. “Give it to me Steve.”

Your breathing picked up again, the ache between your legs being replaced with a different kind as arousal flooded your body once again. You reached your hand between your legs and rubbed at your clit. You and Steve watched each other build up that glorious tension in your bodies again.

“Get my cum on your fingers, yeah, yeah, just like that, and fuck your fingers baby–fuck–you’re so sexy. Fuck my cum into your–ugh–needy pussy, get it all full.”

You did everything Steve said, your eyes fixed on how his body reacted to the sight of you. He started thrusting his hips into his hand.

“Oh Steve!” You gasped. “Your cum–ummm–feels so good inside me–ugh.”

“You want more?”

“Always, wanna feel you in there for days, fuck a baby into me–ah–please.”

Steve was already cumming over his hand when he pushed his fat tip into you. You carried on playing with your sensitive clit. You followed his lead and came over his pulsing head. Steve fucked into your tired hole with just his tip, knowing you were sensitive. What he couldn’t fit inside you, he continued to stroke with his hand as he spilled into you again. Your hand dropped to the mattress, your body completely limp.

With a final, firm push, Steve buried his entire thick length into you to force his cum in further. He held it there for a moment as you cried out a yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A single tear spilled from your eye, rolling down your cheek to the pillow.

Steve pulled out and collapsed back towards the end of the bed, the opposite way from you.

“Holy shit,” you heard him mumble through the ringing in your ears. He sounded so far away.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Come up here.”

It took him a while to gain the energy, but Steve made his way up the bed to lay next to you. On his way, he gently reached behind you to unhook your bra, and pulled your crumpled skirt off your body. He placed a warm and wet kiss to your temple, tasting the sweat on your skin.

“I love you,” he whispered against it.

You melted into his warm words. “I love you too.”

He scooped you into his chest, your head resting on his patch of matted hair. Your legs entwined together. Steve rubbed comforting circles on your back as you did the same over his pecks.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly after a few minutes of silence.

You tilted your head up to look at him, he had a slightly worried look on his face, like he was scared he'd taken it too far.

“More than okay,” you smiled. “I’ve never felt better.”

A wide grin grew on his face. “Me too.”

“I mean, I’m sore and tired, and maybe a little hungry but–“

Steve kissed your forehead. “Hm hungry? That’s a good sign.”

You looked at him confused.

“You know, isn’t that like, a pregnant thing?”

“Steve,” you laughed. “It doesn’t work that quick.”

“I don’t know… the way we were doing it, I think it’s possible.” He shrugged. “And maybe I have like, super sperm that works really fast, you know.”

You scoffed at him in a laugh that turned into an embarrassing snort that Steve found oh so cute. “Of course you–” you poked his chest, “–would think you had the most powerful cum in the world.”

“Well, you seem to really like it.” He wiggled his brow at you.

“Yeah.” You lifted your hand up to cup his pretty cheek. “I do.”

AN: I’m also having so much fun getting into making little collages for fics! Tehe

Look away. Look away. Look away. Look away.

Steve’s angel on his shoulder is screaming at him, begging for the man to listen but he doesn’t. He can’t.

Because less than a hundred feet away from him, you’re there. Carefree and beautiful, swimming and floating around in your pool.

Never mind that it’s almost one in the morning. Every night for the past two weeks, you’ve stepped onto your patio and swam laps around the pool while Steve watches from his window.

He can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse that his bedroom window has the perfect view of your backyard, and the pool you’ve occupied lately.

Steve doesn’t know you well. You moved into the house next to his only a few months ago – renting it from the Belmont’s he’s grown up living next to.

You seemed nice, kind even. On the first week, you had knocked on his door with a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. You introduced yourself with a dizzying smile, and a syrupy sweet voice – he physically had to stop himself from drooling.

And once you were fully settled in, your routine began. You worked at the diner in midtown, and he only knew that because saw you wearing the uniform dress and apron while he was checking the mail – not because he was watching you (he absolutely was).

You seemed to take the mid shifts for the most part. You left for work around 2PM and came home at 9PM, four days out of the week. He wasn’t sure what you did once you were home but once midnight hit, you were in the pool – every night like clockwork.

And tonight’s no exception.

Steve is standing in front of his window, far enough to not be seen unless you’re really looking, but still close enough to see you clearly. There’s not much light outside – most of it comes from the reflection of the moon and a warmer light you’ve installed in your own backyard.

You’ve been swimming for almost thirty minutes now and not once has his eyes wandered from the sight of you. Despite the darkness, he can see you perfectly. You’re floating on your back now and your body is on full display to him.

You’re wearing a red bikini and the color is so stark, it almost glows against the water. Your arms are moving slowly under the water to keep you afloat, your knees and ankles moving carefully to help tread the water.

He can’t tell if your eyes are open or not, and it’s hard to focus on anything except your tits.

Steve inwardly cringes at himself, and tears his eyes away from you – choosing to stare at a patch of carpet on his bedroom floor instead. He’s being disgusting and disrespectful. You’re in the comfort of your own home, doing something that brings you peace and he’s invading that. Even if you don’t know it.

He should close his blinds– no, he’s going to.

Just as Steve looks back up to close the curtains, his eyes land back on where you were floating but something’s different.

You’re still floating, easily treading water but this time, without your fucking top on.

Steve’s mouth goes completely dry and his already half hard cock, hardens even more – straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.

He sees the bikini top you had on barely two minutes ago now hanging off the small stonewall ledge of the pool. For a second, he wonders if you took it off for him. But that would be ridiculous. Surely if you had even an inkling of him watching you, you would storm right up to him and smack him across his face – probably yell obscenities at him, maybe even call the police.

Right?

Steve swallows harshly and despite telling himself to shut the blinds a few moments ago, he grabs the chair from his desk and slides it to in front of the window. He settles into it without much more thought and watches as you move through the water.

He knows he shouldn’t but all common sense has left his mind and has been overtaken by hunger. Steve’s hands find the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, swiftly tugging them down past his thighs.

The cool air hits his skin and just barely offers him some sense of relief. He can feel the bead of precum wet on his tip. Keeping his eyes on you, he raises his hand and carefully spits into his palm. He wraps his palm around his cock, slowly twisting his wrist as he jerks himself off.

“Fuck,” He breathes aloud. The relief is immediate, and even though he wishes it was your hand instead of his, he welcomes it.

His wet hand keeps working around himself, and he watches you descend under water. You stay under for a few seconds, long enough to make him miss you. Finally, you come back up, your hands raising to push your drenched hair away from your face.

Steve doesn’t even try to silence the moan that spills from his throat. His eyes follow the way the water cascades from down your face, down your throat, all the way till it falls over your tits. Your mouth is just barely hung open, very clearly so you can inhale fresh air, and water slides over your rosy pink lips.

Steve’s hand moves faster as he keeps his gaze glued to you. His room fills with the sound of his slick hand fisting his cock, his hand stroking himself up and down, up and down.

He whines into the air as you lean backwards again, your chest and torso displayed to him again and he’s so, so fucking grateful.

“Oh fuck, mhmm,” Steve groans, his hand moving faster. The lewd schlick sound of his wet palm stroking his cock surrounds him, it’s so loud he’s almost worried you’d be able to hear it.

His breathing getting heavier as he tracks the way you move. His eyes threaten to squeeze shut but he can’t bring himself to look away from you, even for a second.

You keep moving, slowly swimming from the shallow end to the deep end. Your body moves to effortlessly, so beautifully and his mind begins to wander.

He imagines how you’d look riding him. He imagines how your tits would bounce in clear view of his face, perfect for him to grab and squeeze as you fuck yourself on his cock.

His hand tightens around his shaft, a thin layer of sweat building at his temple. He keeps thinking of how you’d look as he fucked you.

He could fuck you in that same pool – push you against the stone wall, holding your hips in place as he fucks into you. He imagines every pretty sound that would slip past your lips, how you’d whine and beg for more.

“S-Shit. Yeah, just like that, baby,” Steve hisses as he moans mindlessly, his hand pumps his dick faster, rougher. He’s so close already.

He focuses back on you. You’re floating in the shallow end again, and Steve’s gaze is fixated on the way your hand rises out of the water, the tips of your fingers gently gliding across the west skin of your stomach, up the valley of your breasts, carefully circling the skin around your nipple.

His hand is frantic now, stroking himself relentlessly as he stares at you. He’s a moaning, blubbering mess as he watches the way you touch yourself. It’s a show perfectly made for him.

Steve felt that rush of adrenaline coursing in his veins, traveling through his chest and all the way down to his cock. He was right there, and as he watches you emerge from the pool – water soaking your tanned body, droplets sliding down your skin, he’s thrown over the edge.

His stomach tightens, head thrown back as he whines your name into the air. He barely has time to throw his shirt upwards, exposing his stomach as warm ropes of cum spurt from his cock, coating his skin.

His chest heaves, and he keeps his hand moving over his skin, drawing out his orgasm. It takes him a few seconds for the ringing to leave his ears and come back to reality. His hand uncurls itself from around his dick, and he lets it drop against his sticky stomach.

Steve tracks you as you step out of the water and reach for a towel. He’s sad as you cover yourself up, but as his mind catches up with his body, he realizes he should feel guilty. His face burns with shame and he moves to clean himself up.

He grabs a few napkins from his nightstand, wiping his cum off his skin, and tells himself this was a one time thing and it will never happen again.

"Do you actually want to spend the evening alone or are you just being obstinate?" your stepmother asked in an exasperated tone. She leaned her ear against the door to see if you would reply. When you remained silent, Lizzie huffed out a breath that signaled her disapproval of your overly dramatic tactics.

"I can't talk any sense into her," she informed Tommy who waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"And what am I to do?" he answered gruffly.

"Tell her he won't be hurt," she answered in a serious tone, lips pursed tightly as soon as she realized how absurd her words sounded.

Tommy looked down at his shoes, head shaking softly as he proclaimed, "He won't."

"You used to be a better liar, Tom," Lizzie noted as she brushed past her husband to the waiting car.

"Fuckin' hell," Tommy swore as his gaze turned toward the upper floors of Arrow House. Before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he climbed the stairs two at a time to seek you out.

Knuckles wrapping against your door, he insisted you open it and afraid not to obey your father, you did. You found a wild eyed madman staring back at you, his voice warning you in a low tone. "Y/n, Lizzie asked you to come downstairs."

You shook your head in response to his demand, stubborn as you'd ever been.

"The car's waiting so I won't ask again," he pressed, tossing your new dress at you. "Now get ready," he demanded before storming out.

You held the beaded garment between your fingertips, uncertain if you could go through with it. Bonnie was facing an undefeated champion tonight, a giant, and there would be nothing you could do to stop the brutality if the hulking man facing him in the ring decided to be ruthless.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you stepped into the dress Polly and Linda helped you choose weeks ago. In those days you'd been excited for you boyfriend, thinking this fight would be an important step in his career.

Now you realized it was nothing more than a spectacle to make your father money. Thomas Shelby had no real interest in the boy who had stolen your heart, the one he was willing to put in the ring with a killer.

——————

"Have a drink," Linda urged as she glimpsed you fidgeting in your ringside seat.

You accepted the bottle of gin from her hands and took a couple of long swigs before Polly snatched it from you.

"If you keep this up, we'll have to carry you out," she scolded, placing the bottle to her own lips.

Watching you cross your arms over your chest in a childish pout, she glanced from side to side to see if Tommy was nearby. When she realized he was deep in conversation with a paranoid Arthur, she leaned over to you conspiratorially.

"Go and see the boy," she suggested, watching your face brighten at the prospect.

You didn't need to be told twice, eagerly gathering your purse before she could change her mind.

With each quickened step down the dimly lit corridor, the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd began to fade. In the quiet solitude of the locker room, you called out for Bonnie.

"What do you want?" he replied brusquely.

You didn't take the tone personally, knowing he was steeling his mind for the fight. If anything, the hard edge to his voice was turning you on, especially as you drank in the sight of his muscular torso.

"I thought you might like some company," you offered gently as you watched him begin to tape his hands. He didn't look up, but you approached with a glint of mischief in your eye. "You look tense, Bon," you noted sweetly, running a hand between his shoulder blades.

Although he still didn't move, you could sense the involuntary reaction to your touch in the way his skin rippled to goosebumps beneath your fingertips.

"Y/n," he warned in a low growl, vibration carrying through his body to meet your warm palms.

"C'mon, let me help you," you urged dropping to your knees before him. As you looked up into his stormy hazel eyes, you realized you'd finally captured his attention.

Grasping your chin in his hand, nails digging into your flesh possessively, he studied you a moment before demanding, "Did your father ask you to do this?"

Eyes wide at the suggestion, you shook your head against his firm grasp. "Of course not," you answered indignantly and he chuckled at the fire inside you.

"Going to ruin that expensive dress just because you can?" he smirked.

"Want to make you feel good," you shrugged, eyes turning dark and suggestive as you held his gaze. Somehow you couldn't bring yourself to care about the beads digging into your knees when Bonnie's fingers dipped below the waistband of his trunks to push them from his hips.

As his cock sprung free, you licked your lips in anticipation, hand reaching for him before he caught your wrist. "Tell me to win," he urged, the veins in his arm protruding as he held you fast.

"You've won my heart and I'll always see you as a champion. Isn't that enough?" you asked, trying not to allow the ache in your chest to spoil the moment.

Bonnie only scoffed as he released you, guiding his leaking tip to your waiting lips. Holding the back of your head as he pushed himself past the soft press of your kiss, he uttered a shaky sigh. "Then treat me like a champion," he whispered, remembering all the times before when you'd come to him after a fight more than eager to celebrate his victory.

Without need of words, you knew he was imagining those moments of triumph and you allowed yourself to return to a time when you would join him after a match. His blood and sweat covered body pressing against you, chasing an even greater high together.

The next few moments were a blur of sloppy movements, your hungry mouth devouring his growing length. Both of you panting in wanton desire for the other. Bonnie's hips began to jerk at the stimulation and you rested a palm against his muscular ass cheek to accept him further into your throat, a desperate moan escaping around him.

However, that's when you realized how much adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His thighs began to twitch and his fingers wound into your locks like anchors. Before you knew what was happening, he was thrusting into your face with abandon, chin tilted toward the ceiling as his eyes squeezed shut.

There was no way for him to tell you were struggling for breath beneath him, his only thought using you like he would his fist or a cheap whore. Attempting to pull your head away, he held you tightly, palms pressing against your ears until you could hear no sounds except your gags and retches.

Your lungs burned from lack of oxygen wondering if he would release you when a loud grunt signaled his peak. "Swallow," he instructed and you tried to relax as the thicks ropes of cum hit your tongue. There was too much and little rivulets began streaming from the sides of your mouth in protest to match the streaks of mascara coating your cheeks.

As soon as his strong hands released you, you fell backward, heaving for breath. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your watery eyes searched Bonnie's for some idea of what he'd been thinking.

"Wh-why did you do that?" you asked, feeling hurt and confused. He'd never been so rough with you.

"Finally taking what's mine," Bonnie replied coldly.

"This is about my father, not me," you insisted. "If you're angry..."

"Fucking right, I am!" he interrupted in a booming voice that echoed menacingly off the tiled walls. "My reputation is ruined after tonight and for what? So your Da can line his pockets!"

You shook your head, wanting to explain how he'd gotten it all wrong, but you knew what he said was true. Quickly trying to think of a silver lining, you offered, "You'll be paid well so even if you don't have another fight..."

However, the thought of his career ending tonight ignited a vengeance in Bonnie. "Maybe I'll collect my payment now then," he hissed at you, spinning you around to face the wall and press your cheek to the cold tiles.

As you felt him rip at your dress, beads scattering along the floor, you began to scream. "No, Bon! Not like this," you begged, looking over your shoulder at him with watery eyes.

"You knew your father was using me and you didn't care so long as you kept living in luxury," he accused with venomous tongue.

"Th-that's not true...I love you," you protested through sniffles. "You know I want to marry you, have your children..." you babbled, hoping to bring him around.

"Stop lying!" he shouted over you, his large hand clamped around your neck, turning your hiccuped sobs into little more than a whispered gasp for breath.

Vision blurring from lack of oxygen you made one last attempt to free yourself, kicking back at him with as much force as you could muster. You only succeeded in making him angrier, his hand lowering to rip your underwear away.

Listening as he stroked himself back to hardness behind you, you felt your body go numb and your mind blank with no way to subdue him.

"After I win tonight, you're going to tell your Da it was your decision. You wanted the father of your child to have a future," he instructed, punctuating his request with one powerful thrust.

Bonnie lasted all twelve rounds, making Tommy and Arthur visibly nervous as he'd been expected to go down in the eighth. A knock out finished Goliath at the last moment, Bonnie flashing a bloodied, yet triumphant grin to the crowd.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Tommy asked through clenched teeth.

"Ask your daughter," Bonnie replied, eyeing your trembling form waiting by the ring.

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♡ When he sees you speaking to another man, he'll watch for a moment before his bright smile fades from his handsome face. The tightness in his jaw becoming evident to anyone around him.

♡ He'll clench and unclench his fists by his sides if he hears anything that sounds like flirting, thinking of how much he'd love to throw a punch. Most nights you're able to calm him with a hand to his arm and a few gentle words.

♡ However, it doesn't take long for him to start a fight if someone disrespects you. The list of infractions is long, but the most egregious is laying a finger on you. No one touches Bonnie's girl.

♡ He often enlists the help of Isaiah or Finn when he needs to teach someone a lesson. His temper is unleashed through his fists, punching with the fury that has been building inside of him until he's pulled away.

♡ He'll lead you home past the darkened alley and although you can't see the damage he's inflicted, you'll hear the poor, bloodied soul gasping for breath.

♡ Somehow the agitation and bruised knuckles aren't enough to deter Bonnie from claiming his prize at the end of the evening. He's only been one round tonight and he's got at least two more in him.

Nancy had been talking for going on ten minutes straight, and while Jonathan was listening with rapt attention, the other three of them weren’t having as easy of a time. Necessary though these once-weekly station meetings might have been, there was nothing even remotely interesting to Ava about their viewer demographics or the cost of improvements to the radio tower. She just wanted to be done with this and go home. 

“Can I get a read on that, Ava?” Nancy asked her, snapping her out of her daze.

Ava blinked. “Sorry?”

Nancy hid her annoyance well, but it still showed. “I need the estimated run times for broadcasts next week,” she repeated.

Ava shook herself and stood from her chair. “Yeah– yeah, right. Sorry.” She made her way to the wall of cabinets, on the top of which she had stacked the binders where she logged all of that kind of information. She grimaced at the height and stretched to grab them, but the short skirt she was wearing was making that a little difficult. How the hell had she gotten them up there in the first place?

She reached for it once more, ignoring that her friends might end up seeing a little more of her ass than usual as she pressed up onto her tiptoes. And then she felt someone appear behind her, and Steve’s hand came into view, his corded forearm flexing as he grabbed the binders down for her. 

Ava turned to thank him and found him inches from her face. He was standing directly in the way of her line of vision to everyone else. As if he’d been blocking them from seeing her in that skirt. As if he’d been thinking about it like she had. 

“Thanks,” she said, a little bewildered and fighting a blush. 

He gave a tight smile, no fondness to be found in it. There was an unmistakable intensity in his eyes as he looked at her– an intensity that made her think acutely about the fingertip-shaped bruises that were currently scattered along her hips and thighs. She’d only noticed the marks when she’d arrived at the station, and it had made her wish desperately she’d chosen to wear pants that would cover them today. It would have been humiliating had Robin or Nancy caught on to how, exactly, she’d gotten them, but thankfully, they remained oblivious for now. 

She cleared her throat and returned to her armchair and the meeting, rattling off numbers for Nancy to analyze. Steve leaned up against the wall, arms crossed.

Ava tried not to watch him, but he made it hard sometimes. There was a strange kind of intimacy to seeing someone whose body you could map out in perfect detail fully clothed. Like it was a barrier only she was able to pass, some sacred knowledge that she and only she possessed. Like later, if she wanted, she could rip that shirt off of him and kiss her way over the pattern of moles on his strong shoulders, and nobody but the two of them knew it. 

In that small way, he belonged to her.

Eventually, Nancy asked for some other piece of information she didn’t have on hand, and she was forced to head down to the basement to gather it, grumbling on the way. How these archival lists mattered to her job, she had no idea. Her role was mostly pulling music and organizing the board– and fighting off Steve’s attempts to redo it for her.

She leant over the table in the basement, sifting unsuccessfully through papers to find what she was looking for.

“I want to see you,” came a voice from behind her. 

She jumped, although she recognized Steve’s voice. “Jesus. You scared me.”

“After this,” he insisted, ignoring her and stepping closer. 

Ava didn’t turn from the desk– wouldn’t let him know she was intimidated by the heat in his tone. “I might have plans tonight,” she hummed, though it was a bald-faced lie and they both knew it.

She couldn’t tell if he was ordering or begging her as he said, “Cancel them.”

She sighed. “I shouldn’t, Steve. I have to walk home, and I don’t want to do that in the dark.”

“I’ll drive you home,” he promised her. “I’m locking up tonight, anyway. Come on. Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Warmth coiled in Ava’s gut, and she knew there was no way in hell she was turning this down. “Why the sudden urge?” she pushed him, unsurprised when she heard his footsteps, then felt his body come flush to hers. 

Steve pressed his hands against her hips, finding one of the bruises there and adding just enough pressure for her to feel a tinge of pain. “This skirt is really working for me,” he murmured in her ear. “I’d like to see what it’d look like on the floor.”

Ava turned around, and Steve’s hands adjusted to land on her lower back, one of them sliding down slightly. The total hunger in his eyes made her surge forward and capture his lips with hers, cupping his face. She didn’t dare run her hands up into his hair and muss it before the two of them had to walk back out there, but the way he was pushing her body back into the desk was driving her so insane she thought about trying it anyway. 

“Easy,” she breathed, pulling back. “We’ve still gotta make it through this meeting.”

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

She pushed against his chest, ignoring the pounding of her heart. “It’s a maybe,” she bluffed. “As in, maybe I keep this skirt on the whole time and go to work on you instead.”

Steve kissed her again, hard and pressing. 

Ava pulled back, peeling herself out of his grip and making for the door. And when he was out of sight, she might have tugged her skirt up an extra inch.

Ava busied herself with shoving records back onto the shelves in her corner, biding her time. Nancy and Jonathan had taken off moments ago, and now it was only a matter of not shouting at Robin to pack up her things quicker before she’d be alone. Well– alone, except for one other person, who’d been shooting her barely-disguised hungry looks from across the station all day. 

“Hey, you need a ride?” Robin asked, appearing in the doorway. “Vickie’s outside.”

Ava smiled at her. “I’m fine. My dad’s picking me up tonight.”

“Suit yourself,” Robin called, waving a hand in goodbye. “Don’t stay too late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye,” Ava called, fingers stilling on the last record. She made herself wait a minute, then two, and then she followed Robin out, making it all the way to the front door of the station so she could lock it and draw the blinds down.

Steve looked up from where he was working in the sound box, stacking tapes. 

Ava’s eyes found his, and that was all it took for him to be moving for her, pushing open the glass door between them and crossing the main room quickly. 

Ava met him stride for stride, and they crashed into each other in the middle of the room, mouths already slanting together. 

Steve’s hands were all over her, moving up and down her back, tugging her close to him. He loved to kiss– always had. It was probably his biggest turn-on. He never wanted to stop kissing her, right up until the very end. 

Ava curled her hands in the front of his shirt and grabbed him closer to her, almost just to have something to hold onto. She was making frantic noises into his mouth, and that seemed only to energize him further. 

He walked her backward toward the couch, stopping when her legs bumped against it. “Needed you so bad,” he mumbled against her mouth. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

She let out a noise. “Clothes. I want to touch you.”

He pulled back enough to shuck his shirt off in one easy motion, tossing it aside. Her hands found his bare chest, smoothing over his shoulders, over his pecs, down his abdomen. They landed on his belt, and she yanked him back toward her. 

“I want everything off,” he breathed. “I need to see you, sweetheart.”

“All of it?” she asked, panting. He almost never asked for that from her– they always moved too fast. With the exception of a few longer nights in the van, it was fairly rare for her to be completely naked in front of him.

“All of it,” he nodded. “You need help?”

A small, stubborn part of her wanted to tell him she didn’t. But her fingers weren’t as steady as usual, and her legs felt like they were about to give out, so she just nodded. 

Steve let out a noise and tore his lips from hers, hands moving down her body. He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head gently so it didn’t catch on her chin or her nose. When it was gone, discarded with his, he took a moment to smooth down her hair, running his fingers down it softly. Ava shivered at the touch. 

Steve reached around her and unhooked her bra, which was the part she always had a hard time with once her coordination was gone. But his fingers moved expertly, assuredly. Years of experience, and weeks of training with her. He pulled the straps down her arms as she attacked his neck with kisses, moving down his chest. 

Steve pulled away, holding her by the arms so he could see her. He let out a groan. “Fuck.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to second base with me,” she mocked, letting him take it in. 

He nodded, all seriousness. “Too long. Too goddamn long.”

His lips returned to hers, and then, just as she had thought he would, he began to kiss a line down her middle, over her sternum, down her stomach. His hands moved, sweeping, to stroke her body, over her ribs and across her breasts in ways that made her skin tingle. 

“And this,” he made out, hands settling onto her hips again as he dropped to his knees in front of her, staring at the waistband of her skirt. “I can’t believe you wore this in front of other people.”

“What’s wrong with it?” she asked breathlessly, staring down at him. She loved seeing him like this– completely desperate, staring at her like he wanted to devour her. He usually did.

Steve’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “It’s obscene. Your whole ass was out today.”

Ava’s cheeks burned. “It was not.” It was. She just so happened to be incapable of conceding to him.

“You’re not allowed to wear this out anymore,” Steve told her, his thumb skimming under the waistband. “This is only for me from now on. You hear me?”

Ava’s pulse spiked at the order, at the audacity in his tone. “I like this skirt,” she said defensively.

“I love this skirt,” he agreed, fingers moving for the buttons. “Doesn’t change that you’re a fucking tease.”

“I’m not a tease,” she gasped out. 

“Promise me,” he bade her, another order in place of a plea. Looking up at her, his brown eyes catching her with that unshakable focus, it almost felt like he wasn’t the one on his knees. 

Promises were dangerous. Promises meant strings. Strings were what the two of them came here to avoid. 

Ava bit her lip and shook her head.

Steve frowned. “You sure about that?” he challenged her, arching a thick brow.

Incapable of tearing her eyes away, Ava felt a reluctant laugh escape her as she shook her head again. Too sex-addled to lie to him now.

A grin spread over Steve’s face– so bright for a moment it made her chest hurt. “Figures. Brat.” He unzipped the skirt and tugged it over her hips, taking her underwear with it. When it hit the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it away. 

“You’re beautiful,” Steve told her. “So beautiful. Fuck, I need you.”

Ava’s hands tightened on his shoulders, and she stared down at him. “Get back up here.”

He rose to his feet again, and she swallowed as he towered over her. “Steve,” she whispered– just to say it. “How do you want me?”

“I want you everywhere,” he murmured. “I want you for hours.”

She let his kisses, scattered across her neck, over the still-red hickeys, drag another moan from her throat. “Steve,” she breathed again. “The floor.”

He shook his head. “No. I want you to be comfortable, pretty girl.”

“Then–” she let out a shaky breath. “Then the couch. I don’t care. Fuck, Steve.”

“Just hang on a minute, sweetheart,” he told her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ve got you.”

Sweet words– so heartbreakingly gentle. Paired with her ravenous hunger, Ava thought the feeling might swallow her whole. 

She planted her hands on his shoulders and jumped into his arms, knowing he would catch her. His hands spanned her thighs as his mouth moved over hers again, pushing so hard she thought for a moment he might be trying to swallow her. They stayed like that for a moment, her hands wild with movement, desperate to get all of him under her fingers. Steve grunted as she scratched at his shoulders and finally set her gently down on the couch, moving over her. 

Ava had never considered what the two of them did vanilla, exactly, but this had always been Steve’s favorite position. He loved watching her, loved wrenching words from her mouth, loved being able to run his eyes over her entire body as he wished. 

He kissed his way back down her figure again, probably meaning to get her ready, squeeze an orgasm out of her before they started. He’d always eaten her out like it was for his pleasure and not hers– done it like it was a sport he couldn’t stand to lose at. Sometimes she wondered if he could even breathe, he was so immersed in it. 

But not tonight. Ava reached a hand down and pulled his hair, making him look up at her. “No,” she said, chest heaving. “I just want to feel you in me. Nothing else.”

Steve’s expression melted a little, and he moved immediately to accommodate her. Reaching down, he grabbed a discarded pillow off the floor and set it behind her head so she would be comfortable. 

Ava moved to kiss him again, but he stopped her, snagging another. “One more,” he told her, and she lifted her hips so he could place it beneath them. 

“That good?” he asked once she’d settled again. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded, letting a smile rise to her face. Maybe it wasn’t hot or arousing or whatever else she was supposed to be during these types of moments, but she couldn’t help it. It’s what he drew out of her. And Steve didn’t seem to mind. 

He reached for his belt, and she helped him pull it off of him, shucking his jeans partway down his thighs. She wished he was bare, too– that she could feel the strong muscles in his calves or dig her fingers into the meat of his thighs, but she didn’t want to hear him say no if she asked– even if she knew somewhere deep down that there wasn’t anything she could ask for that he wouldn’t give. 

She reached for him, hand closing around his length, and he gave a sharp hiss. “Your hands are cold, sweetheart.”

“Then how ‘bout you warm me up, baby?” she cooed, the name a weapon in her mouth. 

Steve sat back on his heels to look at her, spread out and waiting. He shook his head. “So pretty. I don’t get to see you like this enough.”

“What, legs open?” she snorted. 

He shook his head again. “Just– all of you.”

The words softened something in her. Somehow, as desperate as she was, tonight felt sweeter than usual. She wondered if it was a product of him ‘working on things’ like he’d told her he would.

Steve leaned over her again and pressed a kiss to her lips, cleaner than the last. He settled in between her thighs easily, like they were working on instinct after so many weeks of this. Reaching one hand down, he tore his lips away to hear her voice as he lined himself up and pushed in. 

Ava gasped again, the fullness as always just the brink of too much. 

Steve choked on his breath, pulling out and plunging in again, a little deeper.

Ava reached down and grabbed for his hips, trying to urge him on. “All the way,” she ordered. 

He shook his head. “I didn’t warm you up. It’ll hurt.”

She ignored him and tried to pull him in again, but he was too strong. 

He groaned. “Ava.”

“I can take it,” She promised. “You won’t hurt me. I need you, baby. Please.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breath. “Hold on, pretty girl.”

Her fingers tightened on his hips, and he dutifully pulled out and thrust the rest of the way in. 

Ava let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a scream. 

“You okay?” he made sure, thumb brushing the hair at her temple. 

She nodded fervently. “Move.”

“Sweetheart–”

“I said move, Steve,” she snapped. “I can take it.”

He groaned again. “God, you’re bossy.” He began to thrust into her, slow enough she pressed her fingers into his hips, hoping her nails would leave the crescent-shaped marks she never got tired of seeing there.

Steve’s hips snapped into hers, and he kissed her again, insistent. 

She let the timing of his thrusts pull noises from her throat, let herself moan out all kinds of ridiculous sentiments. 

“You have no idea how incredible you feel,” Steve muttered. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

“I can guess,” she made out. 

He frowned, probably at the fact she still had enough faculty to speak. He started moving faster, changing his angle to be more insistent, and the string of thoughts in Ava’s head became garbled. “Fuck,” she ground out as he hit the spot inside of her that made her writhe. 

Steve took one hand and pressed it down against her lower abdomen, feeling himself through her. It added the perfect amount of pressure, and it was only a few more thrusts before Ava went over the edge, yelling out his name with abandon, tipping her head back.

As she came down, he kissed her again, ripping the last of the sounds from her mouth. “Oh, God. I need you Av. I always need you.”

“I need you, too,” she breathed out, giving him what she knew he needed to follow her over the edge. “I’ve been thinking about it for days. Every time we finish and go home, it’s only minutes before I want you again. I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Av– fuck, Av–”

She clenched around him, knowing what kind of reaction that would get from him. 

He yelled out her name and finished inside her, so loud she reached up and tugged his head down toward her, muffling his voice with her shoulder. He grunted and bit at the skin where it met her neck, and she gasped again as he slowed and finally stilled. 

Again, she relished in that feeling. Sweaty and sated and comforted by his weight laid out over her. For a moment, some insane part of her thought she might want to stay here forever, his fingers still tangled in her hair, his breath on her neck. 

She couldn’t help herself– she needed to feel him. So she ran her hands around his back and held him for a moment, palms pressing against the blazing heat of his back. Steve didn’t say anything for a long moment, and neither did she. Completely spent.

Eventually, he murmured, “I’m crushing you,” and pressed himself up onto his forearms again. She gripped his bicep, letting him know she was still sensitive. 

“You ready?” he asked, brushing a hand over her hair again. 

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, and tried not to make a noise when he pulled out of her. 

He pressed a final kiss to her temple before climbing off the couch. She watched him wander further toward the staff room, unashamed of his half-nakedness, probably trying to find something for her to drink. At the moment, she didn’t know that she could move even if she wanted to. She yanked the pillow out from underneath her hips and tried to catch her breath, running a hand through her hair. 

Steve came back, bottle of water and a washcloth in hand, and ran his eyes over her where she lay spread out on the couch. She watched him swallow, probably fighting his lingering arousal. 

She tried to push herself up, but her arms were shaky underneath her.

Steve noticed and took her hands, pulling her upward and situating her back so she was seated, handing her the water.

She drank from it greedily, then watched as he did the same. 

“You want help getting dressed?” he asked her, his voice piercing the silence.

“I think I need it,” she admitted, worn-out enough that she couldn’t bear to put up any more pretenses. 

He smiled at her, a little muted but still sweet. Slowly, he started handing her pieces of her clothing, tugging her shirt over her head, helping her stand so she could slide back into her skirt. She didn’t bother with her underwear, knowing it would only add to her sensitivity, so she shoved it in her skirt pocket– an action Steve marked. 

When they had sufficiently cleaned up themselves and the front room, Steve donned his jacket and led her out to his car. Something about the way he held doors open for her was sticking in her mind tonight, but maybe it was just the post-coital haze. Whatever the case, it was loosening her tongue, which felt dangerous. 

When she was seated in the front seat, she finally gave in to her thoughts and asked him, “Do you feel anything when we do that?”

Steve glanced over at her, surprised. “If I didn’t feel anything, I think we’d be doing it wrong, Ava.”

Her brow furrowed. “No, I mean– does it mean anything?”

Steve stilled, his usually hyperactive finger-drumming on the steering wheel halting completely. “What do you mean?”

“Well, sex is supposed to be about connecting or something, right?” she asked. “But do we just do it because you’re bored and I’m available?”

“Do I look like I’m bored?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused. 

Ava shrugged. “I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not,” he clarified. “And trust me, it’s not just that you’re a girl and around. I could be having less complicated hookups, believe me.”

“Thanks,” she bit, something in her gut churning. “That makes me feel a lot better.”

“Look, we don’t have to keep doing this,” Steve told her, brow furrowing. “You know you always have an out if you need it, right? No hard feelings. No weirdness.”

“Why do you keep asking to stop?” Ava laughed humorlessly. “Are you not enjoying it anymore?”

“You think that was me not enjoying it?” Steve asked her incredulously. “Ava, what is this about?”

“I was just wondering if this was meaningless to you,” she said harshly, knitting her hands in her lap. “That’s all. I just wanted to know if it– if sex mattered to you.”

Steve quieted. “Yeah, of course it does. Of course sex means something.”

“Well, I’m not always sure,” she admitted. 

He shook his head. “I’m not a guy that can just do one night stands, or whatever. It always means something.”

When she didn’t say anything else, he went on. “Look, if this is about how I’ve been acting this week–”

“It’s not,” she cut him off. 

“If it is, I’m sorry,” he told her. “You know I am. I mean, you know me, Ava. You know I’ll fix it.”

She did know him– and maybe that was the problem. She knew every one of his tells, every twitch and tic his body made, every expression that had ever crossed his face. The one thing she didn’t know was where they stood with each other.

“I know you will,” she told him. “It’s not about that.”

“Look, Av, I really like making you feel good,” Steve told her, glancing over at her. “And I really like how good you make me feel, too. I don’t want out of this unless you do.”

She sighed. “I don’t, either. But…”

“But?”

“But you have to admit things have been weird between us lately,” she pressed him. 

Steve dragged a hand through his hair– another of his tells. He was aggravated. He was hiding something. “Yeah, I know.”

“The sex is great,” Ava clarified. “It’s always been great. But… I kind of miss just being your friend. The way we used to talk.”

He let out a breath. “I do, too.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “I just… don’t know how we can get back to that. And I don’t think the answer is just to full stop.”

“I guess that’s kind of why I brought all this up,” Ava said, her voice dropping a little. She was nervous– thrumming with nerves, actually. “It’s why I mentioned connecting. I don’t want– this isn’t meaningless to me. I just wanted to know if we’re… connecting. If it’s helping us.”

“I feel… connected,” he offered haltingly, his eyes boring straight ahead. “I mean, when we’re… together like that. I get to feel close to you. It’s my favorite part.”

She watched him carefully. “I do, too,” she replied, careful not to reveal too much. 

Steve gave her that same almost-smile again. “Okay.”

Ava didn’t speak for the rest of the drive. To do so would be to admit too much, to spill her heart out for him, all for him to do whatever he wanted with it. She’d pushed him enough tonight. The rest could be left for later. 

So, as he drove her home, to the address he had memorized, and walked her to the door, and waited till he saw her bedroom light turn on before he drove away, she stayed silent. For now, it would have to be enough.

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author's note: might turn this chapter into an x reader smut oneshot and repost separately to my page-- lmk if that's of interest!

If Sam and Dean hadn’t shown up when they did, you wouldn’t be lying here at all. They tore through her twisted little murder cult like a pair of avenging angels. Dean had hauled you out of that blood stained basement himself, one arm locked around your waist, muttering, “I got you, sweetheart. Just keep breathing.”

And now you’re here. Wide awake again. Phone warm in your palm, thumb hovering over his contact.

Dean 😝

He’d grinned like an idiot when he typed it in, then immediately sent himself a text from your phone just to “make sure it was real.” 

Gotta be careful. Too many spam callers these days. Don’t even know how the bastards get my number.

You can still hear the low rumble of his voice, the way his green eyes had lingered on you a second too long when he handed the phone back. He’d flirted shamelessly the entire time they were in town- half cocky, half genuine- and you’d let him. Because after everything, it felt good to be looked at like you were still a person. Not just a sacrifice.

Your thumb drifts over the message bar.

What the hell are you even supposed to say?

“Hey, remember me? The girl you saved from her psychotic best friend? Can’t sleep, wanna talk?” 

Pathetic.

But the silence in your room feels heavier tonight. The kind of eerie feeling that presses on your chest and makes the shadows stretch too long across the walls.

Fuck it.

You open a new message.

You: Hey Dean... it's me, the girl from the basement witch fiasco. Can't sleep. Everything's too quiet and my brain won't shut off. Need a distraction… are you still up?

You hit send before you can overthink it, then immediately regret how vulnerable it sounds. God, why did I say it like that? The phone feels like it's burning a hole in your hand as you stare at the screen.

A few seconds later, the typing bubbles appear.

Dean 😝: Well shit if it isn't my favorite almost sacrifice. 😏 Yeah im up. dont think i ever sleep either, sweetheart what's got you wired tonight? nightmares?

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything. His reply is so him- casual, cocky, but there's that underlying care that makes your chest feel a little lighter.

You: Yeah. Same one. Knife, her voice, the whole cursed mess. Keeps looping. Figured texting the guy who dragged me out of there might help. Sorry if I'm bothering you mid hunt or whatever.

Dean 😝: bothering me? fuck no. sams the one snoring like a chainsaw in the motel… im out in baby, just finished cleaning some guns.. perfect timing actually you got me all to yourself

Dean 😝: and hey none of that sorry crap... you went through hell… if texting me keeps the shadows back then message me every damn night

Your thumb hovers, heart beating a little faster. The memory of his arm around you, that low voice in your ear... it’s doing things it probably shouldn’t.

You: You're too smooth for your own good, Winchester. But thanks. Really. Makes the room feel less... haunted.

Dean 😝: smooth? me? never 😉 tell you what… since i cant be there to chase the nightmares off in person how about this… close your eyes and picture me there. id tell ya some bad jokes… have some terrible music playing low probably say something stupid like “want me to sing you a lullaby?" even though we both know id suck at it.

You: God, please don't sing. I'd have new nightmares. 😂 But... yeah. That image helps more than it should.

Dean 😝: good keep that picture in your head… im right there sweetheart... no blade, no cult bullshit… just me making sure nothing touches you again.

The typing bubbles stop for a moment, then start again.

Dean 😝: you wanna talk about it more? or you want me to distract you properly? i got stories... dumb ones... the kind that make Sam roll his eyes so hard he gets a headache

You bite your lip, feeling the tension in your shoulders finally start to ease.

You: Distract me. Please. Tell me the stupidest hunt story you've got right now.

You set the phone on your chest and stare at the ceiling, waiting. The silence doesn’t feel quite as suffocating anymore.

Dean 😝: alright! you asked for it... stupidest hunt of the month.. get this we’re in this tiny town in ohio chasing what we thought was a vengeful spirit... turns out it was a fuckin cursed garden gnome… yeah... a gnome… little ceramic bastard kept coming alive at night and tripping people down stairs

You snort softly, already feeling the knot in your stomach loosen.

Dean 😝: sams over there doing all this research.. latin spells, the whole nine. meanwhile im just trying not to laugh my ass off while this thing is chucking flower pots at my head… one nearly took out babys taillight and i was this close to salt and burning the whole damn garden

You: A garden gnome?? 😂 Okay that’s actually hilarious. Did you end up smashing it with a shovel or something?

Dean 😝: shovel? nah sweetheart I went full rage mode… ended up dropkicking that evil little statue across the yard like a football.. Sam still gives me shit about it says my “technique was questionable.” but whatever it worked

A pause. The typing bubbles appear again.

Dean 😝: you know whats better than a good hunt story? knowing its making you smile right now even if i cant see it

Your cheeks warm. He’s slipping into that flirty tone so naturally, like it’s second nature.

You: It is. Thanks. I needed that. This kinda stuff always suck so bad?

Dean 😝: sometimes? been in the business way too long… seen all kinds of reactions after learning the truth about this world. sometimes people crumble and then theres the badasses that keep going. kinda like you. survived a whole cult and your best friend trying to off you. thats badass… you know that right?

You bite your lip, pulling the blanket higher around you. The compliment hits different coming from him.

You: Badass? I felt pretty helpless in that basement.

Dean 😝: nah. youre still here… breathing... texting me at 2 am thats not helpless thats a survivor... and if im being honest… I havent stopped thinking about you since we left town... that fire in your eyes? even when you were scared shitless? kinda hard to forget

You: Dean… you don’t have to say that.

Dean 😝: im not saying it cause i have to im saying it cause its true. you’ve got me out here in the impala grinning at my phone like an idiot teenager

You: You’re ridiculous.

Dean 😝: ridiculously into you maybe. 😉 but seriously… how you holding up now? the story helping or you need me to keep talking until the sun comes up?

You stare at the last message, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Your mind drifts... the low rumble of his voice from that night, the way his green eyes had locked onto yours when he pulled you out of that nightmare basement. The scent of leather, gun oil, and that stupid cologne he wore. God, he was cocky, reckless, and annoyingly charming. You can almost picture him right now- leaning back in the driver’s seat of that classic Impala, phone in hand, that half smirk on his face.

The memory sends a warm flutter through your chest. You’re so lost in it that you don’t even notice the screen light up with an incoming call.

Dean 😝 is calling...

Your heart jumps. You answer before it can ring twice.

“Hey,” you say softly, your voice a little rough from lack of sleep.

There’s a short pause on the other end, then that familiar deep voice rolls through the line like warm whiskey.

“Hey yourself, sweetheart,” Dean replies, sounding equal parts relieved and amused. “You went quiet on me. Got worried you fell asleep mid text... or that I scared you off with all that flirting.”

You let out a small laugh, pulling your knees up to your chest under the blanket. “No, I just... got distracted. Thinking about everything. About you, actually.”

Dean chuckles softly, the sound rich and genuine. “Yeah? Good kind of distracted, I hope. Not the ‘this guy’s a walking red flag’ kind.”

“The good kind,” you admit, biting your lip. “The kind where I’m remembering how you hauled me out of that basement like it was nothing. And how you looked at me like I wasn’t broken.”

His voice drops a little lower, gentler. “You’re not broken. Not even close. And trust me- I’ve been thinking about you too. More than I probably should, considering Sam’s been giving me side eye for the last two weeks every time I check my phone.”

You smile into the darkness of your room, the tension in your shoulders melting further. “So you decided to call instead of text?”

“Figured if you were up and spiraling, hearing a voice might be better than reading words on a screen,” he says. There’s the faint sound of him shifting in the car seat. “Plus... I wanted to make sure you’re really okay. Not just saying it to make me feel better.”

The line goes quiet for a beat, but it’s comfortable. Dean’s presence feels closer now, even from hundreds of miles away.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs. “I’m right here. No hunts, no rush. Just you and me.”

You settle deeper into your pillows, phone pressed to your ear, his voice already making the room feel warmer.

“Tell me more,” you say softly, almost shy. “Why have you been thinking about me? I mean... really. Not just the ‘you’re a survivor’ stuff. The real reason.”

Dean lets out a low breath, like he’s been waiting for you to ask but still caught off guard. You hear the faint creak of leather as he shifts in the Impala’s seat.

“Damn, sweetheart. Going straight for it, huh?” He chuckles, but there’s a roughness to it now. “Alright. Truth? I’ve been thinking about you every damn night since we left that town. The way you looked at me when I got you out of there- shaking, covered in blood, but still fighting. Still there. Most people would’ve shut down completely. Not you.”

His voice drops, quieter, more intimate.

“And yeah... I noticed you. Really noticed you. Even in that nightmare basement, you were beautiful. The kind of beautiful that hits you in the chest. Those eyes, the way you held yourself together when most would’ve crumbled. I kept telling myself it was just the job… get you safe, move on. But I can’t stop replaying it. The way my hands felt on your waist when I carried you out. How you leaned into me like you trusted me even though you had every reason not to. I’ve been driving around with your face stuck in my head for weeks. Wondering if you’re okay. Wondering what it’d be like to see you again... without all the blood and screaming.”

He pauses, then adds with that signature cocky edge, softened by honesty-

“I’m attracted to you. Like, can’t-focus-on-the-hunt attracted. Sam’s been calling me distracted for days and he’s not wrong. I keep thinking about your voice, your laugh, the way you looked at me when I handed you back your phone. It’s been messing with me.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can hear it through the line. The vulnerability in his tone makes something tight in your chest finally loosen.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper. “A lot. More than I probably should. Every time I close my eyes, it’s not just the nightmare anymore. It’s you. Your arm around me. That stupid grin. The way you called me sweetheart like it was the most natural thing in the world. I keep remembering how safe I felt with you, even in the middle of hell. And yeah... I’m attracted to you too, Dean. The cocky attitude, the way you looked at me like I was the only person in the room. It’s been driving me crazy lying here alone every night.”

There’s a heavy, charged silence on the line for a second.

“Fuck,” Dean breathes, sounding a little stunned and a lot pleased. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling despite the flush heating your face. “I do.”

“God, sweetheart... you have no idea what that does to me.” His voice is lower now, rougher around the edges. “I’m sitting here in the middle of nowhere wishing I was there with you right now. Not just to chase away the nightmares. To see that look on your face again. To do a hell of a lot more than talk.”

You swallow hard, heat flooding your face as his words sink in. Your voice comes out smaller than you want it to.

“I… I don’t know what to say to that,” you murmur, shifting restlessly under the sheets. “I’ve never really… done this. Phone stuff. I’m not exactly good at it.”

Dean’s low chuckle sends a shiver down your spine.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s adorable. And kinda hot. Don’t worry. I’m real good at teaching people new things.” His voice drops an octave, smooth and teasing. “Start simple. Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

You hesitate, fingers twisting in the blanket.

“Just… an old t-shirt. And panties,” you admit softly, embarrassed by how breathy you sound.

“Mmm. Good girl,” Dean praises, and the words hit you low in your stomach. “Bet you look damn cute in that. Bet those legs look even better. You thinking about me touching them?”

Your breath catches. You’re quiet for a second, shy, but the way his voice curls around you makes you brave enough to answer.

“…Yeah. I am.”

“That’s it,” he encourages, warmth and hunger bleeding into his tone. “Keep going. Tell me where you want my hands, baby.”

You bite your lip, heart racing. “I… I want them on my thighs. Sliding up slow. Like you’re teasing me.”

Dean groans softly. “Fuck, yes. I’d take my time with you. Spread those pretty legs and run my hands all the way up until I can feel how wet you’re getting just thinking about me.”

The words make you clench involuntarily. You let out a tiny, embarrassed sound, but you don’t stop him.

“Dean…” you whisper, voice shaky.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I can hear how turned on you are. Don’t hold back on me now.” His voice is rougher, coaxing. “You ever touch yourself thinking about me since that night?”

The question makes your face burn, but the growing ache between your legs wins out. You slip one hand down slowly, hesitating at the waistband of your panties.

“I… maybe once or twice,” you confess, voice barely audible.

“Atta girl. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you did. Were you thinking about my mouth on you?”

You let out a shaky breath, finally giving in as his filthy words pull your shyer side apart.

“Yeah… I was,” you admit, voice gaining a little more confidence. “I imagined you between my legs, licking me until I couldn’t think straight. Your tongue and those stupidly perfect lips…”

Dean lets out a deep, appreciative groan. “Jesus Christ. There she is. Keep talking like that and I’m gonna lose my mind over here. You touching yourself right now?”

Your fingers dip lower, brushing over your damp panties. “Mhm…”

“Tell me how wet you are for me.”

You do, gasping softly as your fingers meet slick heat. “Really wet, Dean… fuck.”

“Good girl,” he growls, clearly getting off on your growing boldness. “Now circle that pretty little clit nice and slow. Pretend it’s my tongue. I’d eat you like I was starving, sweetheart. Bury my face in you until you’re grinding against me and begging.”

A soft moan slips out of you before you can stop it. The shy hesitation is melting fast under his dirty talk.

“Dean… I want your fingers inside me,” you whisper, voice turning filthier as you give in. “While you suck on my clit. I want you to make me come on your face.”

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he praises, breathing heavier now. “I’d give you two thick fingers right away, curling them just right while I tongue fuck you. You sound so sweet when you moan for me. Let me hear it again.”

You obey, slipping a finger inside yourself with a needy little whimper that turns into a moan.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans. God damn, you sound so needy already,” Dean growls, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve got my fat cock in my fist, stroking it slow and tight just thinking about you. You’re playing with that soaked little pussy for me, aren’t you? Tell me how wet you are, sweetheart. I want details.”

“So fucking wet, Dean…” you whimper.

“Atta girl. I knew you’d be dripping for me. Push two fingers in deep right now- that’s it. Fuck yourself harder. Imagine it’s my thick cock stretching that tight cunt open. I’d split you wide, baby. Pound you so deep you’d feel me for days.”

You obey with a broken moan, pumping your fingers faster.

“Yeah? You like that?” Dean chuckles darkly, the wet rhythmic sound of him jerking his cock getting louder. “Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds. You’re making such a mess for me. I’d bury my face between those thighs first and eat you like a starving man. I’d suck on that swollen clit until you’re grinding on my tongue and begging. Then I’d flip you over, smack that perfect ass red, and fuck you raw from behind.”

“Dean…” you gasp, legs shaking.

“Fuck yes, say my name just like that. Louder. I want you screaming it when you come. You’d take every inch like a good little whore, wouldn’t you? I’d wrap my hand around your throat, pull your hair, and rail you stupid. You want me to breed that pretty pussy? Want me to pump you full of my cum until it’s leaking down your thighs?”

“Yes- fuck, please,” you beg, completely lost in it.

“That’s my filthy girl,” Dean groans, stroking faster. “God, I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is throbbing, leaking all over my hand. Keep rubbing that clit, baby. Circle it nice and fast while you finger fuck yourself. I’d fuck you so good, sweetheart. Bent over the hood of the Impala, in the backseat, on every motel bed I can get you on. I’d ruin you for anyone else.”

You cry out, hips bucking wildly into your hand.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he growls. “I’m close already just listening to you. You gonna come on those fingers thinking about my cock? Gonna cream all over them like the dirty slut you are for me?”

“Dean, I’m so close- ”

“Not yet, baby. Hold it. Wait for me,” he orders, voice rough and strained. “I want us coming together. Keep fucking that soaked cunt. Rub that clit harder. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so deep. Shoot load after load inside you until you’re overflowing. You’d look so hot with my cum dripping out of you.”

You’re whimpering and moaning shamelessly now, right on the edge.

“Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come for me now,” Dean demands, breathing ragged. “Let me hear it. Come on my cock- right fucking now. I’m stroking so hard for you, gonna blow such a big load thinking about breeding that tight pussy- ”

Your orgasm explodes through you violently. “Dean- fuck- I- fuck!” you cry out, thighs clamping around your hand as you pulse and shake.

“Fuuuuck- yes, baby!” Dean snarls, voice breaking into a deep, guttural groan. “I’m coming too- shit- taking every drop like a good whore- fuuuuck-”

You can hear him stroking through his orgasm, cursing and moaning your name until he’s spent.

“Jesus Christ…” Dean rasps after a long moment, still breathing hard. “That was so fucking hot, sweetheart. You came so hard for me. My dirty girl. I’m already thinking about the next time I get you on the phone… or better yet, in person so I can actually fuck you the way you deserve.”

You’re still trembling from the first orgasm, your body flushed and sensitive, but Dean’s filthy voice keeps pulling you right back under.

“Yes… please come fuck me,” you breathe, already sliding your hand back between your slick thighs. “I want you here so bad, Dean.”

“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear, baby,” Dean groans, voice low and hungry. “Round two. Keep those fingers on that pretty pussy and listen to exactly what I’m gonna do when I show up at your door in two days.”

You let out a soft moan as you start touching yourself again, slower this time, savoring it through your already growing overstimulation.

“First thing I do when I see you?” Dean continues, his tone dark with promise. “I’m backing you straight into the bedroom, stripping you down piece by piece, and laying you out on the bed like my own personal feast. I’m gonna spend a long fucking time between your legs- licking you slow and deep, teasing that clit with the tip of my tongue until you’re dripping down my chin and begging. Then I’m sliding three fingers inside you, curling them just right while I suck on that swollen little nub.”

You whimper, pressing two fingers into yourself as you listen.

“After I make you come all over my face the first time,” he growls, “I’m flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up, and sliding my thick cock into you from behind while you’re still shaking. I’m gonna go slow at first- grinding deep, letting you feel every inch stretching you open. Then I’m picking up the pace until the headboard’s slamming against the wall and you’re moaning like the fucking whore you are.”

“Dean…” you moan, fingers moving faster.

“Yeah, baby. Say my name while you fuck yourself,” he orders, the wet sound of his hand working his cock steady and filthy. “Next, I want you riding me. You’re gonna straddle my lap, sink down on my cock, and bounce on it while I play with your tits and pinch those nipples. I’ll slap your ass and tell you how fucking perfect you look taking every inch of me.”

You gasp, rubbing your clit harder as he keeps going.

“And when I’m close? I’m pinning you on your back, legs wrapped around my waist, and fucking you hard and deep. I’m gonna look you right in the eyes while I fill you up. No pulling out. I’m pumping you full of my cum, sweetheart- again and again. Gonna make such a creamy mess of that pussy you’ll be leaking me for hours.”

His breathing is getting rougher, voice more strained.

“I’m staying at least two full days, baby. I’m fucking you in the shower, on the kitchen counter, bent over the couch- wherever the hell I want. I’ll have you on your knees sucking my cock nice and sloppy before I bend you over and take you again. You’re gonna be sore, marked up, and stuffed full of my cum by the time I’m done with you.”

“Fuck, Dean… I want all of it,” you pant, chasing another high.

“That’s my filthy girl,” he praises with a dark chuckle. “Keep playing with that soaked cunt. I’m stroking this cock so hard thinking about wrecking you. I want you to come again for me while I tell you how I’m gonna own every inch of you when I get there.”

You moan louder, fingers plunging faster as his dirty promises push you closer to the edge.

“Come on, baby,” Dean growls, voice breaking with lust. “Rub that clit and come for me again. Let me hear how bad you need my cock. I’m gonna blow another load thinking about fucking that tight pussy- fuck- come with me, sweetheart. Right fucking now-”

Your second orgasm crashes over you hard, thighs quivering as you cry out his name.

“Fuuuuck- yes, baby!” Dean groans loudly, stroking through his own release. “Take it all- every drop- shit-”

You’re both left panting heavily, the intensity even stronger this time.

“Two days, sweetheart,” Dean rasps, voice rough but warm. “I’m coming for you. Be ready.”

You collapse back against the pillows, body spent and trembling, your fingers still lazily resting between your thighs as you try to catch your breath. Dean’s low, satisfied chuckle rumbles through the phone.

“Damn, sweetheart… two rounds and you still sound so fucking sexy when you come,” he says, voice rough but warm now. “I meant what I said. Two days. I’m heading your way as soon as I wrap up this loose end with Sam. Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You smile, cheeks burning. “Okay… drive safe. And Dean?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you. For distracting me… and for everything else.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Anytime. Night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

The call ends with a quiet click. You lower the phone to your chest, staring up at the dark ceiling, heart still racing.

Holy shit. You can’t believe what just happened. You went from shy and hesitant to straight-up filthy in the span of one phone call. Dean Winchester had completely pulled the dirty side out of you and you loved every second of it. Your body is still buzzing, thighs sticky, pussy aching in the best way. The way he talked to you… the promises he made… it all felt so real. So intense.

You bite your lip, a shy but satisfied smile spreading across your face as you replay his growled dirty talk in your head.

Then your phone buzzes.

Dean 😝 sent a photo

You open it with slightly shaky fingers.

The picture is filthy and unapologetic.

It’s a close up from Dean’s perspective-  his toned stomach and lower abs glistening with sweat, his thick cock still half-hard and resting against his thigh, absolutely coated in thick ropes of his cum. Some of it is streaked across his abs, dripping down the defined lines of muscle. His hand is still loosely wrapped around the base, shiny and messy. In the background, you can see the dark interior of the Impala.

Dean 😝: look what you did to me baby.. two loads and im still not soft... cant stop thinking about painting that pretty pussy instead… two days… be ready for me to fill you up for real

Heat floods your face instantly. You stare at the picture, biting your lip hard as a fresh wave of arousal pulses through you. He wasn’t lying when he said his cock was thick.

You: Oh my god, Dean… that’s so fucking hot. You’re covered in it…

Dean 😝: all because of you and those sexy little moans... save that pic sweetheart i want you looking at it when you touch yourself later thinking about me

You squeeze your thighs together, already feeling tempted to go for round three.

You: I’m definitely saving this 😳 It’s going to be hard to sleep after seeing that… but in a good way. Thank you for distracting me tonight. For everything. I feel… lighter. Safer. And really fucking turned on.

Dean 😝: good that was the plan sweetheart… get some sleep… ill be on the road soon. dream about me instead of the bad shit

You: I will. Drive safe, Dean. Goodnight ❤️

Dean 😝: night baby... sweet dreams… cant wait to make the real thing even better

You lock your phone and set it on the nightstand, the glow fading from the room. For the first time in two months, the silence doesn’t feel heavy. The shadows on the walls don’t stretch like reaching hands. Instead, your mind is filled with Dean’s low voice, his filthy promises, that cocky grin, and the warm safety of his arms from that night.

You curl up under the blankets, still feeling the pleasant ache between your legs and the lingering flush on your cheeks. A small, genuine smile plays on your lips as you close your eyes.

No nightmares come.

Just soft, hazy thoughts of leather jackets, green eyes, and the low rumble of an Impala pulling up outside your door in two days. For the first time in forever, you drift off peacefully, the tension in your chest finally eased.

The bedside lamp pooled his frame in a soft, warm light as he sprawled out on the bed. With his broad shoulders slumped and leaning against the bed frame, he looked defeated by the weight that had been resting upon them. You couldn’t stand how his eyes that usually sparked lively, were now the embodiment of gloom.

His gaze rose to yours at the feeling of the mattress insignificantly sinking under your weight once you moved closer. Slowly, you were crawling atop him.

With a sigh, his hands welcomed you swiftly, ghosting up your sides while you settled on his lap. “Must’ve worked so hard today…” you whispered softly, taking his hand into yours.

“It’s fine, don’t worry bout it.” he exclaimed with a raspy tone and looked down to his fingers intertwining with yours, grazing over them and softly bending them.

“No, don’t give me that,” you cooed and watched his stomach rise and fall beneath you in such a quietly vulnerable way. You kept noting all the new signs of his exhaustion. It was also the way he spoke so little today that ensured you of his overworked state. “Oh, Bell…” you sighed as you lowered to grace his lips with a kiss. His mouth feasted on yours, starved of it’s comfort the whole damn day. But before he could fully enjoy that warmth, you pulled away. His widened brown eyes watched your body suddenly lowering down on him. Lower than before.

Your hand stopped by his abdomen. Once you began undoing the zipper of his cargo pants, he realized what you were doing. You looked up to him with affection-filled gaze, tugging the material down, exposing his boxers. “Sweetheart…” his strangled tone landed low in your stomach. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” Clamped between the warmth of his large legs, you pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh. His skin, all heated and soft, was in desperate need of the medicine that your care was. His legs were left with no choice but to slowly part for you.

“You’re too good to me. You can’t be like this.” he sighed, looking down at your pretty face, getting the urge to stroke your hair.

“I can. Cause you deserve it,” You nuzzled your cheek against his knee and tilted your head up to see how a groan parted his lips at the feeling of you palming him through his boxers. “Just wanna make you feel good, Bell.” you mouthed against his skin. You weren’t breaking the eye contact between you while you rubbed his length through the thin material of his damp underwear.

And that was all convincing it took.

You slid the material down, revealing his leaking, waiting cock.

You took him into your warm mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you run your tongue along the underside. He grunted at the sensation as you angled your head so that he could slide deeper. You nuzzled into the palm which cradled the side of your face once you bobbed your head a few times.

“God, baby…” he almost whined under the intensity of your work. He soothed the soft strands of hair out of your face and felt his heart giving out at the sight of you taking him so well. “Fuck, I love you so much-“

You felt his hips jerk and his breath get increasingly more labored as you looked up to him with watery eyes and kept on stretching your jaw as much as you could, despite how demanding it was due to his size. You moved more eagerly against his pulsing length and watched how his mouth parted with pleasure-filled groans. He was louder than usual and it caused more desperate throbbing to bloom between your own legs. You simply adored watching him submit to pleasure.

It’s needless to say he couldn’t last long. Not tonight. So when you tasted his hot cum on your tongue, he watched you with a hazy look, admiring the beauty that just took such good care of him.

Boneless, with his cock still twitching slightly, he panted as his head hit the pillow. You loved the sight – his soft underbelly, thighs parted and his hands that were now reaching out to pull you into his embrace.

“You’re an angel, y’know that?” he breathed into your skin before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The air is already tense as you and Dean stepped into the motel room late at night. The three of you booked two rooms, one for Sam and one for Dean and you, his girlfriend. He loved you dearly but today you just drove him up the wall over and over again. And he’s definitely had enough of it so by the time you threw your bag into the corner of the room he was already on you.

Normally he’d take his sweet time to take off your clothes piece by piece, teasing you and making you wait. But not today, today he has some other plans. Your clothes fly off in the blink of an eye and so do his.

Deans lips crash onto yours and you eagerly kiss him back. „Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get all bitchy back there“ you try and apologize but he could not care less. Normally it’d just take one look into your big sorry eyes and he’d forgive you. But not this time.

This time he almost throws you onto your back and roughly shoves down your panties. He throws them somewhere behind him into the room without a care.

He’s already over you again by the time you register all of it. Even tho he seems pissed a quick „you good?“ escapes his lips. He still wants to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and that’s the thing you love most about him, so you give him an enger nod and he doesn’t spare a second to open his belt and get rid of his jeans.

After his jeans hit the floor beside your bed he leans over you and starts placing, not kisses but little bites all over you neck and down over you collar bones. You let out soft little moans every time his teeth sink into your skin, and he loves it.

Lifting up his head and looking over his work he nods approvingly, he then reaches down and hooks his hands under your knees to press them against your chest. „Now be good and shut up okay? Don’t want the whole motel to know how much of a little slut you are huh“ he basically orders. And you, of course, comply.

He has your legs tight against your chest and you got your eyes right on his face when you feel him push into you. The two of you have had sex so many times before, you knew he was big but this was a whole different ankle and you damn sure felt the difference. The way he hits that exact spot inside of you, again and again.

You can’t help but let out a few high pitched moans at the way he moves. He doesn’t give you time to adjust like he normally does, he just pounds into you in a almost punishing way. But there isn’t a universe out there where you don’t enjoy this. Which is good since it doesn’t seem like he’s gonna stop soon.

„You gotta be a little quieter sweetheart.“ Dean breaths out between thrusts. He doesn’t give a shit about any travelers that might hear you, but the car ride next morning with Sam could be a little awkward so for now he just clasps his hand over your mouth.

At the pace he slams his hips into yours it doesn’t take another minute for that familiar feeling to come up in your stomach. And Dean feels it, of course he does. The way you start to clench around him, but as much as he loves seeing you fall apart underneath him he can’t give in yet.

You look up at him thru teary eyelashes and take his hand off your mouth. „Dean what the-“ but he doesn’t even let you finish the sentence before putting his hand back over your mouth. „Nah don’t even wanna hear it. You’re gonna wait, got that? Or are you gonna start crying huh?“ he asks in this stupid condescending tone.

He waits for you to shake your head and then he finally starts moving again. Slow at first but he builds up speed fast, pounding into you again. He presses yours knees tighter against your chest until he feels you clench around him again.

And this time he doesn’t slow down, he keeps his pace and and continues to push yours knees tighter thru it, you try to arch your back off the bed but he’s still got you pressed down to the mattress tight, he carefully lets go of your legs after pressing his load deep inside of you.

With that satisfied smirk on his face he gives your ass a little slap and gets up to get some wipes from the bathroom.

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