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THE PARTY had the kind of atmosphere that made reality feel optional. everything was euphoric. the music was impossibly loud, bass vibrating through the walls and settling somewhere beneath your ribs. coloured lights rolled across the room in slow waves, turning strangers into silhouettes before illuminating them again.

jude was somewhere in the middle of it all.

he had a drink in his hand, his shoulders relaxed despite the noise, standing between trent and gio while they surveyed the room like they were conducting some deeply important investigation.

“what about her?” trent said, nodding towards a girl near the bar.

jude barely looked. “nah.”

gio laughed. “you didn’t even give her a chance.”

“i looked.”

trent pointed towards another girl across the room. “then her?” jude finally turned his head, giving the girl a quick glance before shaking it.

“not my type.”

then trent said something else, but jude didn’t hear it. because his eyes had landed on you. you were standing on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by people, the flashing lights catching pieces of you every few seconds. you were laughing at something someone had said, head tilted slightly backwards, completely unaware of the way jude had gone quiet.

three months.

it had been three months since he’d properly seen you. and suddenly, there you were.

trent followed his gaze. his expression changed immediately.

“you’re joking.”

jude blinked, finally tearing his eyes away. “what?”

“it’s been five months” gio stated.

“i’m over her.” the words came out casually. like he’d rehearsed them. ike he’d spent the last three months convincing himself of exactly that.

gio raised an eyebrow. “sure.”

jude raised his glass as a toast to his own lie “completely over her.”

then he excused himself. he needed to clear his head, seeing you again had altered his whole night. jude snatched a shot off of a tray from an attendant. the first one burned his throat on the way down, leaving a hot trail through his chest. the second made his shoulders loosen. the third blurred the edges of the room just enough that he could pretend the person across wasn’t you.

he kept drinking anyway.

the warmth spread through him, pleasant at first, then strangely weightless. his thoughts became slower, less organised. memories arrived without warning and disappeared just as quickly.

your laugh. your voice. your hand in his. the last conversation you’d had before everything ended.

he tried to push them away. instead, they became louder. the room seemed to sway whenever he moved, although he couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or the music. lights streaked across his vision, pinks and blues and whites reflecting against glasses and polished surfaces.

he turned a corner without really looking and bumped straight into someone. you.

your drink nearly tipped from your hand. “watch where your go—“ you looked up.

jude. he towered over you, eyes dilated and glossy.

for a second, neither of you moved, jude’s entire expression changed. the alcohol had made everything hazy, but somehow you were painfully clear.

the lights moved across your face, illuminating your skin in soft flashes. there was something almost surreal about seeing you like this, surrounded by noise and strangers after spending so long avoiding the possibility.

you looked at him differently too. maybe it was the alcohol.

“jude” you said, your voice was quiet.

“hey.” his answer was quieter, there was no smile.

you looked at him for another moment. “i haven’t seen you in ages.”

“yeah.” one word. flat.

you waited for something else, maybe a question or another statement but instead, jude looked away. his jaw tightened bitterly.

“uh— i’ll see your around.” and then he walked past you.

just like that.

you turned slowly, watching his back disappear into the crowd. your stomach dropped. the alcohol suddenly felt heavier as it bubbled inside.

you’d been drinking too, enough that your thoughts were beginning to feel tangled together, but somehow that one moment had cut through everything. the warmth in your body disappeared, replaced by a strange emptiness.

you’d thought the looks meant something. the way he’d stared at you from across the room. for one stupid second, you’d let yourself believe that maybe he missed you.

but apparently you’d imagined it.

the night continued. songs blended into one another. people moved around you in constant streams, their faces appearing and disappearing beneath the lights. yet somehow, every few minutes, your eyes found jude.

he’d be standing with trent and gio. then you’d look away. later, you’d spot him near the bar, you’d feel his eyes on you, it burnt wherever he stared.

you occupied opposite ends of the venue like there was an invisible line neither of you was willing to cross. his expression was unreadable. his hair was slightly messy, his cheeks warm from the alcohol, his eyes darker beneath the shifting lights.

you held his gaze.

the music seemed to fade into the background. for a few seconds, it was just him. he was still the same, he stared at you with the same eyes he had when you guys first met. fuck.

jude moved. he stepped away from his friends, ignoring whatever trent called after him.

you watched him cross the room. your heart began beating harder, despite the alcohol making everything else feel strangely slow. he stopped in front of you. close enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne beneath the alcohol.

“jude”

“i can’t stop staring at you. you look so so beautiful”

your face furrows, your palm attempting to shove him away. some part of you had enough of his the whole night, some part of you wanted him more than ever.

“y/n. i— fuck i don’t know if it’s because i’m drunk or because i never got over you but—“

you cut him off with a kiss, a desperate kiss. your lips fit against his perfectly, everything you couldn’t put into words was explained through contact. the faint taste of liquor bounced from each tongue. jude snaked an arm around your waist, reeling you closer.

everything deepened within seconds. your hands fixed on his collarbone, nails digging crescent-like dents into his skin. jude pulled away first, mouth jarred and eyes filled with desire.

“come home with me. please. i need to show you how much i missed you.”

that simple plea had broken all barriers.

the door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even take a step inside, jude’s hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, tasting like whiskey and sin. you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as he backed you up against the nearest wall.

“fuck, i missed your taste” he growled, his hands roaming down to grip your ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. you arched into him, your body already aching for more. the kiss deepened, tongues clashing, breaths ragged. his cock was already hard, pressing against your thigh through his jeans, and you could feel the heat of him through your clothes.

jude broke the kiss just long enough to yank your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with hunger as they raked over your bare skin. “you’re fucking perfect,” he murmured before diving back in, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, lower still. His hands slipped under your bra, rough fingers pinching your nipples through the lace, making you gasp.

you shoved at his chest, pushing him back just enough to get a good look at him. jude was all lean muscle and sharp edges—he’d obviously been working on himself during the break. a smirk playing on his lips. he raised an eyebrow at you, amused. “tell me what your want baby”

“fuck me” you demanded, your voice rough with need.

he laughed, low and dirty, before spinning you around and pressing you against the wall again. his hands slid down your body, unbuttoning your jeans with practiced ease, shoving them—and your panties—down your hips in one swift motion. cool air hit your exposed skin, but it didn’t last long. jude’s fingers were between your thighs in an instant, sliding through your wetness with a groan.

“you’re soaked for me. did you miss me this bad?” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit. you whimpered, your hips rocking against his touch, but he pulled away just as quickly, leaving you empty and aching.

“yes! yes i missed you, please” you whined, but he just chuckled darkly before dropping to his knees behind you. his hands gripped your ass, spreading you open, and then his tongue was there, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. you cried out, your fingers clawing at the wall as he devoured you with single-minded focus. his tongue was relentless, fucking into you with shallow thrusts before swirling over your clit in tight, demanding circles.

you came with a broken cry, your body shuddering as pleasure ripped through you. Jude didn’t stop—he lapped at you through your orgasm, drawing out every last shudder until you were trembling, boneless against the wall.

“ah— fuck stop” you panted, your voice barely a whisper.

he stood up, his hands sliding around to grip your hips, his cock pressing against your ass. “you ready for more?”

you didn’t answer—just pushed back against him, desperate for the feel of him inside you. jude didn’t make you wait. with one hand, he guided himself to your entrance, and with the other, he gripped your hip, holding you still as he thrust into you in one deep, brutal stroke.

“fuck! right there baby” you gasped, your nails scraping against the wall.

jude didn’t go slow. He fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with every deep thrust, his breath coming in ragged grunts in your ear. “you feel so good,” he growled, his fingers digging into your skin. “so fucking tight! you kept this pussy clean for me didn’t you?”

you could only moan in response, your body already climbing toward another orgasm. His cock hit that perfect spot inside you, over and over, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, slicker, his thrusts making obscene, wet sounds every time he bottomed out.

jude’s hand snaked around your waist, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “cum for me again,” he demanded, his voice rough. “i want to feel you squeeze my dick when you fall apart.”

you didn’t have a choice “jude! i’m gonna cum. fuck” the pleasure coiled tight inside you, and then it snapped, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of heat and light. you screamed his name, your body trembling as you came around him, your walls clenching around his cock.

jude groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “fuck, I’m gonna—” he growled, but he didn’t finish. His cock pulsed inside you, filling you with his warmth as he came with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering against your ass.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. Your chests heaved, your skin slick with sweat, your bodies still joined. then jude pulled out, and you felt his cum dripping down your thighs, a messy reminder of what just happened.

he turned you around, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you slow and deep, his tongue tasting like salt and sin. When he pulled back, his smirk was lazy, satisfied. “i missed you so much” he admitted unabashed.

you laughed, your nose grazing his. “i missed you too.”

every year the bellinghams always outdid themselves with christmas, from a gingerbread contest to a sledding fiesta you wondered what they might’ve done this year. jude told you to “expect the unexpected” which was quite reasonable considering how sneaky his parents were.

now, standing on the doorstep with your beloved glazed-ham which jobe always raved about, the scent of chimney smoke lingered in the cold december air. warm lights glowed behind frosted windows, and muffled laughter seeped through the front door. you balanced the heavy plate in one hand while the other pressed the doorbell,

as soon as the bell rung jude scrambled all over the place, nagging jobe to watch the mac & cheese in the oven.

the door flung open.

he looked as though he’d sprinted the entire length of the house just to be the one to greet you. a pastel pink apron was tied somewhat crookedly around his waist, flour dusted across one sleeve of his jumper, and a wooden spoon was still clutched loosely in one hand. his hair was slightly messier than usual, as if someone had run their fingers through them one too many times while cooking.

for a brief moment, neither of you spoke.

his cheeks coloured slowly the same shade as the apron. “don’t laugh.” he muttered, already smiling despite himself.

a laugh slipped free as your eyes wandered ridiculously over the sight of your boyfriend in front of you. “mac & cheese requires a lot of work i see.”

jude groaned, the embarrassing grin only widening. “you’ll love my recipe, it’s one of a kind!”

without another word, he stepped aside, one hand holding the door open while the other instinctively reached for yours the second you crossed the threshold.

warmth wrapped around you instantly.

the house smelled like cinnamon, roasted vegetables and fresh bread, with christmas music humming softly somewhere in the background. fairy lights curled around the staircase banister, stockings hung neatly above the fireplace, and a decorated tree stood proudly in the corner, its ornaments catching every flicker of light.

“you made it!” his mum smiled warmly from the kitchen before pulling you into a hug that somehow erased half your nerves.

his dad greeted you with an easy smile, already insisting you make yourself comfortable, while jobe wandered over moments later wearing an amused expression.

the entire afternoon drifted by effortlessly. helping carry bowls to the table. laughing whenever jude accidentally burnt another batch of yorkshire puddings despite insisting he had everything under control. watching his mum tease him every single time he hovered a little too close to you.

every so often, your eyes would meet across the kitchen.

he’d smile. you’d smile back.

by the time dinner was served, every seat around the table had been filled. his mum sat at one end, proudly carving the roast while his dad reached for the gravy. jobe was midway through another story that had everyone laughing, except jude.

he wasn’t really listening.

because he was looking at you.

you sat opposite him, illuminated by the warm glow of candles and the twinkling lights from the tree just beyond the dining room doorway.

every now and then he’d glance away whenever someone caught him staring.

it never lasted long.

underneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth and entirely unnoticed by everyone else, you slipped your foot out of your heel, gently grazing it across jude’s leg. jude’s eyes shot up at you while you purposely busied yourself by cutting a potato on your plate.

yet the corners of your mouth still betrayed you.

your foot continued to move upwards all the way to his crotch, by then he was rock hard. jude adjusted in his seat, clearing his throat as he stared at you warningly. you ignored his glare and kept rubbing your foot against the bulge in his pants, your pace roughened and accelerated just enough for jude to drop his head back. he played off the sudden gesture by stretching his arms out, groaning exaggeratedly.

with every manoeuvre it drew another low groan from the boy, and every abrupt halt earned a relieved sigh.

once, when his dad asked him a question, he answered entirely the wrong thing because he’d been too distracted by your foot resting against his clothed boner.

“earth to jude?” jobe laughed

“hm?”

“dad asked how madrid is goin”

jude flapped his lips, rubbing the back of his neck at the sudden spotlight. “same old y’know, uhm—“ he cleared his throat, signalling you to get your foot off him, instead it only urged you to grind yourself faster.

“you okay, jude?” his mum asked, suspicious of his relentless shuffling.

“your mac & cheese giving you the jitters?” you teased, knowing that you were the reason why he was becoming so stutter-y.

“i’m fine. i’m— just happy that y/n is here!” the families gaze shifted to you, where you just smiled softly. “thank you guys for having me again.” you thanked shyly, hoping they would avert the conversation so they don’t notice how shakey your were too.

by the time the last plates had been cleared and the conversation had dissolved into the familiar post-dinner haze, the house seemed to settle into a quieter rhythm. his mum disappeared into the kitchen, refusing all offers of help. his dad switched the television on in the living room, already half-asleep before the opening credits of some christmas film had finished rolling.

jobe stretched dramatically from the sofa. “i’m raiding the dessert.”

“save some for everyone else” his mum called from the kitchen.

“no promises.”

jude caught your eye from across the room. with the smallest tilt of his head towards the staircase, he silently demanded you to go upstairs.

you smiled before quietly following him. the sounds of laughter downstairs softened with every step until they became nothing more than a comforting murmur beneath the floorboards.

his bedroom door clicked shut behind you.

it was exactly as you’d imagined—tidy enough to suggest someone had cleaned it in a hurry that morning. football boots sat neatly beneath a chair, medals hung from a hook beside the wardrobe, and fairy lights had been lazily draped along the headboard, casting a warm amber glow over the room.

jude leaned back against the closed door, jaw tight as he faced you.

“what was that?”

you frowned. “what?”

his brows pulled together, “you know exactly what i’m talking about.” he let out a frustrated breath, taking your wrists and pulling you close to his chest.

“get on your knees”

you didn’t hesitate, you dropped to your knees so fast it was almost comical. the sight of you like that—waiting and obedient—only made jude’s cock twitch in anticipation. jude scrambled, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling his dick out. you stared wide-eyed, pussy already aching for him but he couldn’t resist teasing you for a bit.

“you want it?” jude asked, stroking his dick letting you observe the way his thumb smeared the pre all over his tip.

you nodded, “please jude”

“please what?” jude asked, already knowing the answer.

“let me suck it.”

jude groaned, fisting his cock and stepping closer till the tip brushed your bottom lip. “open up”

you did, and the second your mouth wrapped around his dick, he groaned, his hips jerking forward without thinking. you took jude deep, your throat relaxing around the head, and he tangled his fingers in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth. you gagged a little, tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, your tongue swirling around the underside of jude’s cock.

“fuck. . just like that” jude panted, grip tightening in your hair. “take it all like a good fuckin’ girl.”

you did. every inch. until your nose pressed against his groin and your throat worked around him, swallowing around the tip. jude couldn’t hold back any longer—he pulled out with a wet pop and yanked you up by your arms, spinning you around so your hands flattened against the door.

“bend over,” he commanded, voice rough with need. “ass out.”

jude shoved you against the wall. his hand slid under the hem of that shirt, fingers brushing your bare hip before gripping your ass. you arched your back, your tits pressing against the wood as you stuck your ass out for him. he didn’t waste time. he kicked your legs wider, lined himself up, and in one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you.

you cried out, your fingers curling into fists against the door. “jude—fuck—”

he didn’t let you finish. jude pulled back and slammed into you again, harder this time, balls slapping against your clit with every stroke. you were so wet, so tight, and the way your pussy clenched around him made his vision blur.

“you like that?” jude grunted, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “like it when i fuck you hard?”

you moaned, pushing back into him, trying to take him deeper. “yes fuck!”

jude reached around, his fingers finding your clit, and he rubbed tight, rough circles as he pounded into you. the door rattled with every thrust, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you were close—he could feel it in the way your muscles tensed, in the way your breath came in ragged gasps.

“cum for me,” he demanded, voice a growl. “cum on my cock.”that was all it took. jude brought a palm to your mouth, muffling your orgasmic screams as your back arched, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching around him so tight he couldn’t hold back. with a groan, he buried myself to the hilt and came, filling you up with thick, hot bursts until he was spent.

he collapsed against your back, chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside you. “fuck,” he muttered against your shoulder, nipping at your skin. “you’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

he chuckled, pulling out slowly and spinning you around to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. “let’s get you cleaned up” he murmured against your mouth. you nod, taking the folded gym cloth on his bed into your grip. you wiped his cum trickling down your thigh before slipping into your velvet dress.

jude watched with intent, “your so beautiful” he peppered kisses all over your collar bone before jude opened the bedroom door, waiting a second before stepping into the hallway. you followed a pace behind him, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet as you made your way downstairs.

the smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon drifted up from the kitchen. voices followed shortly after.

his mum stood by the kitchen island, dish towel slung over one shoulder. jobe, halfway through stealing another mince pie, slowly lowered it back onto the plate with the grin of someone who’d just been handed ammunition.

“there they are.” jobe laughed

jude sighed.

“jude. honey. you need to remember that these walls are like paper.” you and jude stood frozen at the words of his mum.

you met jobe by complete accident.

it was the second night of a three-day music festival, the kind where every stage bled into the next and strangers became temporary best friends over overpriced drinks and shared sunscreen. you'd gotten hopelessly turned around trying to find your friends after losing service, and somehow ended up sitting beside a guy who looked just as defeated as you felt.

that guy was jobe.

he offered you half of the fries he'd just bought, claiming there was no way he'd finish them alone. you accepted, mostly because you were starving, and the conversation flowed so naturally it felt like you'd known each other for years instead of thirty minutes.

there wasn't some grand romantic spark.

jobe became one of those rare people who never made you feel like you had to perform. je was loud enough to fill silences, patient enough to listen when you needed someone, and somehow convinced you that 2 a.m. convenience-store snacks counted as a balanced meal.

the friendship stuck long after the festival ended.

coffee runs became movie nights. Movie nights became weekly traditions. eventually, his apartment felt familiar enough that you stopped knocking and started texting I'm here from outside the building instead.

which also meant you got to know his older brother. Or, at least, you knew of him.

jude. you'd seen him more times than you could count. passing through the kitchen with headphones around his neck. leaving for training while you and jobe were arguing over what takeaway to order. sitting on the balcony reading while everyone else laughed inside.

he wasn't rude.

he'd nod when you walked in.answer if you asked him something. offer you a drink if jobe was running late. but that was it.

at first you assumed it was because he was quiet. then you wondered what you did for him to possibly dislike you.

eventually, it became impossible not to notice.

you’d been apart of jobes life for a year. was it a case of envy? maybe you had been hanging out with jobe more than he did? it was very evident to say the least.

the question sat in the back of your mind longer than you cared to admit. it sucked, when you first met him youd been intoxicated by his presence, now you’ve just grown to get over it because he didn’t feel the same.

though, you’ve gotten over your tiny infatuation for him, it still bothered you.

by now you’ve had enough. you calculated the amount of time you could hash things out with jude before jobe arrived, you had at least one hour—perfect. your fist pounded against the door, jude answered as expected.

he looked mildly surprised to see you standing there. ". . Jobe's not home yet," he said.

“i know.” you started “i came here early.” There was an awkward beat. he stepped aside to let you in without another word.

something about the silence settled heavier than usual. you closed the door behind you, watched him disappear into the kitchen, and before you could talk yourself out of it, the question slipped free.

"can I ask you something?"

jude looked up. “. . . sure?”

you folded your arms. "why is it that you've never actually talked to me unless you needed something?"

he huffed, leaning his back against the refrigerator. “complicated.”

you scoffed, unbelievable. “what do you mean ‘complicated’” you searched his eyes for an answer but he looked blank.

“look. just stop talking to me?” he brought his back off the fridge, beginning to walk towards his room. you grabbed his wrist just in time.

“i came early for a reason, bellingham.”

jude faced you, waking closer till you ass hit the kitchen counter, the boy towered over your petite figure. “y’wanna know why? cause you fuck me up.” he spat harshly.

now how could you have possibly fucked up jude. it was absolutely mindwaffling.

“wha—“ jude cut you off. “ever since he brought you home i kept myself away just for jobe.” what the fuck?

“i like you”

you stood frozen under his presence. the afternoon sun filtered through the windows, defining every feature on jude’s face. “you what?” you manage to say between stutters.

jude shakes his head, a light smile creeping onto his face. the proximity between his chest and yours became noticeably smaller, the air grew thick.

what was he saying to you? sure, he was always giving you longing glances, fixed the guest room whenever you slept over and liked every instagram post the second you uploaded it. but it was all because he liked you?

“fuck y/n, i’ve never gotten close because i know that if i did id probably be all over you by now.” he admitted unabashed. jude’s eyes ran all over your face, from your eyes to your lips. you had to admit, he was turning you on.

“show me how much you need me then.” the words spilled before you could even think. in less than a second his muscular arms gripped around your tights, lifting you onto the counter while his mouth crashed onto yours. his kisses were rough, desperate and demanding.

you kissed back, unable to reciprocate the aggression. you played your hands on his chiselled jaw, tracing the shape before traveling to the hem of his shirt. he let out a low groan, feeling your fingers graze against his chest. “fuck y/n” he hissed between kisses.

you pushed jude off to slip out of your shirt and shorts. he watched you, absolutely mesmerised with every single part that was being revealed. his palm hovered over your breast, “can i?” you nod in response.

he cupped your breast whole, your nipple perking up from his cold touch. “touch me baby. . . fuck” you guide jude to your wet folds, he gasps as if he was the one being felt.

his two fingers drenched in your juices, he bent down on both knees till your pussy was in line with his face. jude forced your legs open with a little push, teasing your clit with his thumb. you stare down at him, brows furrowed by pleasure.

“jude. . . please give it to me” you say breathlessly.

his boundaries crumble with your single plea. “beg for it baby. you can do better than that” jude exhorts, his fingers a quarter inside your hole. “please jude i need it. i need you” you pant.

that gets him. he shoves his fingers inside your core, unbeknownst to how tight you are, jude could barely fit two fingers inside—he could only imagine how wide his dick could tear you.

unwilling moan spill from your mouth, you lean your elbows on the counter as support while he works you. jude grabs your thigh, pulling you closer to his face to flick his tongue around your knot.

in an instant, his tongue sent jolts through your body. “oh my! yes! right there” your words filled him with pride, seeing you struggle like this above him. it was all he imagined for a year straight, he never knew that you felt this good around his long fingers.

before you could cum he pulled out, standing up and pulling his briefs down. “come on princess, get on the floor” you slid off the countertop and you dropped to your knees, you took his cock into your grip, the feeling of your warm fingers felt perfect around him.

he let out a low groan, watching you slowly lick along his length. you licked the pre which already beaded before taking him deep, obscene sounds fell mindlessly from jude’s throat. he gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding you tight. “just like that. . . mm my sweet sweet girl.” you bobbed faster at his praise, his head poking at the back of your throat as he began to thrust his hips into your mouth. “f-fuck your taking my dick so good.”

his legs started twitching from satisfaction. jude tugged your head away from his dick, bringing you up and laying you chest down on the counter. he leaned down to your ear, “your going to listen to me, okay?” jude asked as if there wasn’t one answer. “keep your hands on your back, don’t let them loose”

jude took both wrist, holding them together with one hand while the other guided his cock through your folds. jude teased your cunt with his tip, slowly going in and out making you grow impatient. “jude. . please give it to me” he smiled smug.

“you want this dick baby girl? beg for it. beg for me to fuck you rough.” he demanded, staring at your figure squirming below him. “please jude! fuck! i need you so badly, stretch me out as much as you want just—“ his slammed his dick into you unsolicited, breaking your trail of thought.

your pussy tightened around his base, it started slow and gentle, he studied how you ate every inch of his dick with every push. then once your hole adjusted to his size his movements became vigorous. “your pussy was made for me wasn’t it? it’s so tight around me”

the counter caught your moans. he digged this sight of you, your ass bouncing with every movement, your back arching with pleasure, and your wrist begging to break from his hands. everything was turning him on harder and harder. the sound of skin slapping against each other quickened. “oh jude. . thrust that fuck harder inside me! i’m so close” he only urged himself faster, also feeling his peak close.

“i’m almost there too baby. . hold on for me, hold on” you were practically screaming, pleasure came in strong waves, each thrust becoming sloppier as he was reaching his own edge. “fuck! cum with me baby girl” jude released his spread inside her, each stride painting her cervix.

“jude! i-im cumming” your legs buckled, every tense muscle relaxed once he pulled his dick out, a line of cum spilling from your hole. he watched his mess drip onto the tiles as he milked every last drop his cock.

you brought yourself to face him, using the counter as support. your eyes had a teary glint to them, he frowned. “did i hurt you? please tell me baby” he questioned, evidently upset. you stared at the red ring which had formed from his tight grip, jude gentle took your hand into his gentle grasp. “i’m sorry-“ you shushed him. “i’m okay, i promise” you place a peck on his lip, caressing his stubble “let’s get you fixed before jobe comes, okay?”

“can i tell you something first?”

“anything.”

“i think i like you too.”

it was quite abnormal how you were of 23 years of age with no sexual experience whatsoever. at first glance you’d seem like the type to have had at least one body but really. . . you were as innocent as an angel.

the thought bothered you from time to time, especially with jude’s relentless torment. though he was your best friend he always knew the perfect retaliations to get under your skin. it was only time for him to shut up with his “virgin” comments.

your apartment had settled into that quiet hour of the evening where everything felt slower. the rain that had threatened all afternoon had finally begun to fall, tapping softly against the windows while the warm glow from the bedside lamp stretched across the room. steam still lingered in the bathroom doorway as you emerged, towelling the ends of your damp hair with absentminded motions. you changed into an oversized grey t-shirt—one she’d stolen from Jude months ago and never returned—and a pair of soft cotton shorts.

your skin carried the warmth of the shower, cheeks lightly flushed, the faint scent of vanilla carried across the room.

your phone laid abandoned on the bed where you left it nearly an hour earlier. you had a few notifications which you skimmed over but simply ignored to jump to jude’s contact.

it was sudden that you had an epiphany about your lifelong virginity, but between you and jude, nothing was too much.

you. jude! this is random but could i ask you for a favour

jude. no i won’t uber u food

you. no stupid i need advice. sex advice.

jude. little miss innocent wants sex advice? what’s with the curiosity

you. well i’ve always been curious but i just don’t wna lose my v card to these crackheads who try to hit on me, and yk how much i trust u PLUS u seem very experienced. tell me the basics and u can have ur way out!

jude. i suppose i can help, give me 20 and ill be there?

you. okay

you slammed your phone onto your bedside, waiting patiently for the bell to ring. the silence was just enough for you to hear your heart patter, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were nervous or excited. . . whatever.

the minutes ticked by in a jiffy, the familiar bell sent waves throughout your apartment. you brought yourself to your feet, wandering towards your door, when you unlocked the barrier jude was already fixed against the doorframe, a tiny smirk on his face as he pushed past you.

“what are you most curious about?” jude wasted no time, already jumping into the questions as he sprawled his figure over your couch.

“no hi? no hello?” you laugh lightly, taking a seat next to him. the air felt different, he was completely chilling while you sat abnormally straight, keeping a respectable distance away from him.

“hi. . . now tell me what your curious about”

“let’s just say everything.”

“everything hm?” jude paused for a beat, stroking the tiny hairs on his chin. “well y’know there’s a lot” he chuckled.

“i really don’t know. . . i don’t know how this stuff works.” you admitted shyly.

the awkwardness that had settled became more eerie, jude didn’t catch onto the environment till he observed the gap between you two. a small smile crept onto his face, looking at you just fresh out the shower, hair slightly damp while your shirt enveloped your whole. it was quite the sight.

“to be honest, it’s easier if i show you than tell you, saves us the awkwardness.” you give him an are-you-serious look, but the stare he fleeted back showed no sign of hesitation.

“just— be gentle”

jude began to inch closer, his eyes running over your body before meeting with your dilated pupils. “it’s easier if you lay down” he suggested, putting a hand on your shoulder as you adjust yourself.

the boy climbs on top of you. “dont be scared” he reassured, a gently hand caressing your right hip.

you smile lightly in response, arms snaked around his neck to reel him closer to your lips. it was tender, the type of kiss which could make you squirm, jude continued to work slowly before he kissed deeper, his tongue grazing against yours, a moan escaping your chest. jude steadily dragged his hands across your jaw down to the hem of your shirt.

jude pulls away, gesturing you to lift your shirt up. you did as you were told but you quickly wrapped your arms around your upper body. “don’t hide it,” jude pushed your hands away, “your so beautiful y/n” the comment made your heart pound a beat faster.

his palm cupped your breast, hands cold against your skin. you tensed at his touch, but he ignored this and kept placing gentle pecks against your collarbone.

he slowly worked his way down to your inner thighs, you jarred your legs just enough for his broad frame to fit between. he took two of his fingers, rubbing them through your wet folds. the sounds you made were so vulnerable, it only made his dick throb harder.

jude stared up at you, watching your body twitch and squirm from pleasure. “fuck— jude, please stick them inside” the boy firmly shoved his fingers inside your tight hole, hoping to loosen you up just to make leverage for his dick later on.

“mmm. . . don’t hold back baby. keep making those noises” his fingers inch deeper as his tongue begins to circle around your clit. his sudden actions send shivers down your spine, causing more noises to spill from your mouth. jude’s low groans, his stubble tickling your skin and his fingers inside you was just enough to make you scream his name.

“jude! i can’t—“ you struggle to find the right words as pleasure runs through your every vein.

“shh. keeping taking it for me” you moan in response, hands tightening around his curls, legs trembling and uncontainable sounds filling the living-room.

he stops right before your peak, bringing himself back up to your face where his forehead clinged onto yours. jude pulls his boxers down till his dick stands up right, you watch him stroke his own cock slowly, taking the pre from his tip and spreading it onto the base. “keep your eyes on me” jude commands “tell me if it’s too much.”

jude holds his dick from the base, massaging his tip through your folds before slowly sliding it into your hole. your body shot up “ow! fuck— it’s so” the feeling of his dick stretching you out burnt, but you allowed him to shove the whole thing in, slowly and steadily.

he froze once most of his cock was inside, “your so tight— fuck.” jude slowly rocks his hip, feeling your walls grip against his part. he peppers small kisses wherever he can, praising you for every inch you take.

“good f-fucking girl.” he says, voice hoarse. jude’s free hand hovered tenderly over your breast before running along your stomach and down to your clit. his thumb massages the area, sending waves of sensation through you. “jude—don’t stop fuck! it feels so so good!” by this point you had engulfed his size just enough for him to pick up the pace.

he adjusted your legs, opening you wider to pound his hips further. “just like that baby” he praised “your so fucking perfect, keep that pussy tight around me.”

your fingers traced every line on his chest, his defined abs tensing as he worked. his low groans, needy and pathetic, vibrated against your temples. jude pounded relentlessly, ignoring each plea coming from your mouth.

“s-shit, keep taking my cock baby. i’m almost there. i’m almost there” he cooed, movements growing sluggish and sloppy as he reaches his peak.

“jude— i wanna cum.” you dug your nails into his biceps deeper and deeper, pleasure coming in strong waves. “please! keep going, don’t stop!” you gasp between moans.

“fuck, just cum around me sweet girl.” he gives you the green light and you let out an orgasmic moan, his name echoing through your apartment. your peak lasts a few seconds, hips buckling, toes curling and your pussy tightening around his base.

you feel limp, but he won’t stop until he reaches the edge too. “your going to keep taking this dick, won’t you baby?” he asks as if there isnt only one answer. his movements are rough and desperate, his brows furrowing while groans spill unwillingly.

“jude i need you so fucking bad” you urge him on “my pussy is all yours baby! just cum for me” your last ounce of motivation pushes him to his limit. he stops hammering inside of you, his strides of cum painting your inner walls as ragged breaths vibrate against your neck.

judes cock throbs inside of you as his legs twitch uncontrollably. slowly, his dick slips right out of your pussy, the cum which was once stuffed inside leaked right out, trickling down your core.

the silence had become noticeably louder, the only thing filling the air was both of your uneven breaths. jude laid limp on your bare chest, caressing your soft skin while you traced the veins on his back. “you okay y/n?” he asks worried, staring up at you with glistening eyes.

you nod reassuringly, grazing a thumb against his cheek.

“i wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else, jude.”

he gives a lazy smile, placing a kiss on the curve of your breast, bracing himself for what he was about to say.

“i’m all yours.”

lately, every Athena kid hated you. constantly bossing people around, setting an earlier curfew so you didn’t need to wake up in the middle of the night and stop them, and getting annoyed when children needed guidance. maybe it was a hormonal change? or maybe you were always like that?

frustration wasn’t only felt by the kids. but by luke castellan.

you’ve kept your eyes on luke, he let things off easily, never disciplining the kids, which explains why the hermes’ children are as illiterate as him.

luke wanted you to fix your attitude, and you wanted him to be more up - tight.

the only way this conflict became solved was by playing a game you both loved. luke has his first point, he pinned your wrist against the wall, closing the gap between your lips. luke slid his tongue into your mouth, lust only intensifying.

you tried to suppress the noises spilling out of your mouth but fuck. he was doing it so good, and he knew it too.

a smile nipped at the corners of his lips mid-kiss, but not fucking today were you letting him dominate you. your hands travelled to his boxers, his bulge embarrassingly growing as you caressed it gently.

“let me please you first, baby” he begged as he pulled away.

you could only stare at his throbbing cock waiting to be touched. you stifled a small giggle as you attached your fingers around his boxers, pulling it down to reveal his hard dick.

“you sure you wanna? this dick says otherwise” he could only stay speechless, watching you fall to your knees, teasing his tip with your tongue. his head fell back while moans spilled unwillingly.

“you want me to suck it?” he’s now glancing down, your dimmed lamp giving light to your face. with furrowed brows, and a soft voice, he begs for your help, he begs for it unashamed.

“if i do. . . you better stop bothering me about my attitude, otherwise i’ll give you another lesson” luke nods, and just as he’s about to speak your mouth tightens around his dick, you bob your head up and down in controlled motions.

“faster” luke says breathlessly, you can practically feel his peak as well, but you won’t let him off that easily.

luke looks at you confused , but he obeyed your actions when you point to your chair. he takes a seat, his dick still standing upright.

you sit on top of him, face to face, you slide his lubed cock into your wet cunt. his noises are unimaginable, you can tell he’s been waiting for this, luke fastens his hands around your ass, helping you with bounce on him.

he can’t control himself, everything he’s been needing right in front of him, luke gazes at every inch of you, the way your breast recoil, how your pussy takes his size, and your sweet neck kisses.

“baby— keep— faster!” luke starts to reciprocates your movements, busting his hips up and down just enough to feel the end of your pussy. “im gonna cum!” he informs, breaths ragged and heavy.

“cum inside! cum!” hearing this he fills your insides with his warm spread. and instead of stopping your movements become more vigorous just to reach your own peak.

“baby— it’s too much! stop!” you ignore luke’s pleas and focus on your own desires.

“almost there!”

you were becoming too much for Luke to handle.

first, wearing those skimpy jean shorts around camp, the ends practically riding up your rear. second, the way you’d discretely back into Luke while waiting in line for food. and lastly, those innocently seductive glances you’d give him, purposely batting your eyelashes while he towers over you.

you’ve got him weak—he wasn’t bound to tell you that though.

a sharp knock rippled through your cabin and Luke barged in uninvited, the moonlight filtering through the dusted windows and reflecting onto his lean figure.

you look at him confused, trudging over to him. “can I help you?” you scoff, yet all he could manage to do was put on a disgusted demeanour as he stared down at your clothes.

a tank top that barely covered your breast, and tiny lace shorts that rode up your ass. he liked it—what he didn’t like was how other male campers also got to see you like this.

“don’t you have any other clothes?” he provoked.

you shake your head hesitantly, not seeing the issue within your garments. “i know what your fucking doing y/n. wearing shit like this, backing your ass into me, your trying to fuck me.”

you suppress a giggle. sure, he was right. but why would you give him the satisfaction of knowing so?

“wanna bet?” your words curving as a smile graces your lips. he stares at the devious grin that painted your face—he can’t hold back.

luke turns you around in a swift movement, now your pinned to a wooden wall, arms being held down by luke’s grip. his bulge twitches slightly against your inner thigh.

“y’know why im here right? to teach you a lesson…” he trails off, a hard smack landing on your ass. you gasp pathetically, “i don’t want to see you wear these clothes anymore,” his finger hooks onto the waistband of your shorts, pulling it down to reveal the print his hand left.

“you understand me?” you nod, wood brushing against your cheek. “answer me!” he demands, getting closer to your face, the scent of his musk cologne flooding the room.

“yes— i understand,” the air grew thicker, his hoarse breaths as he thrusts his clothed dick roughly near your cunt.

at this point your helpless under his control, your practically begging him to pull it out and stick it in. he runs a finger along your back, finally reaching your pussy.

his fingers are drenched in your juices, “your pathetic,” a laugh—a real laugh—escapes his mouth. his fingers moving in and out of your hole in fast yet controlled motions.

your a mess when it comes to him, noises spilling out of your mouth while he fingers you vigorously. your doing the absolute most right now, moving your body to feel his touch, gripping onto the walls, and saying his name every few seconds, turning him on effortlessly.

“luke… i’m going to cum,” he pulls out right before you hit your climax—what a cunt!

luke stared down at his fingers, satisfied, but not satisfied enough. he yanks you towards your bed, pushing you down on a mattress and sliding out of his boxers.

his cock stands upright, pre trickling along the tip. one arm is fixed on the cushioning below while the other is guiding his dick into your soaringly wet cunt.

“luke,” you suppress a yelp, your eyes widening naturally at his dry cock pounding into you. “it’s too much,” you whine stupidly, only making his thrusts harder and harder. your nails around his thick bicep made him shed blood, yet he was deep in pleasure to even feel warm red seeping from his arm.

“you a virgin or somethin’ ? wouldn’t have guessed by the way you dress,” his taunts and giggles made you squirm under his figure, his wide cock practically beckoning to that pussy of yours.

“y-your so tight,” his breaths short, his legs twitching, everything becoming harder as you both feel an orgasm rising.

your walls tighten around his dick, you buckle your legs around his hips, and an orgasmic moan leaves your mouth. “who said you could fucking finish without my permission?” fuck.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to say while his dick fucks you relentlessly. “y’kn—know what you get for that,” his own moans getting in the way of his speech.

“don’t cum in me! luke!” you plea, thinking of the possible outcomes if he finishes inside of you.

“you finished all over my dick you pathetic bitch! it’s only fair if i finish in you too,” you stay weak, forgetting everything as you feel his warm cum paint your insides.

“i- im cumming, baby,” his dick twitches as his head falls into the nook of your neck. luke castellan finally got what was his, he pops his cock out of your now, loose hole, a single drop of his liquid dropping onto your stomach. you both lay limp, skin to skin as the sun rises.

Rays of moonlight kissed the lake, ripples cascading onto the rocks, tall, bodies of grass surrounding your figure, and your hand limp in the water.

Evenings were always peaceful for you, no distractions, no loud, whiny voices, just a serene environment.

As the night passed you expected no interruptions - as always - but you heard leaves rustled behind you, your eyebrows narrowed with curiosity as you turned your head around.

Luke Castellan. Someone you were familiar with, dusting himself off. “Castellan?” Your tranquil voice asked as he neared you, “shouldn’t you be in your cabin?” You added with genuine confusion.

“Shouldn’t you?” He replied in a witty manner. You smiled at him, and he swore he saw an angel in your grin but it was just his amazing visualisation.

“Ptf, I’m always here, don’t worry about me” you said as you dropped your head back to the sight of the ocean, leaning one side of your face on your knee. “I should come here more often then” he shrugged, sitting down on a patch of soft grass.

“I wouldn’t mind that” you stated, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.

His cheeks reacted immediately, and he was astound by the fact that he was a mess around you but a well disciplined guy in front of others.

“Why are you here” he was here for you - duh - but he was also here to bring himself at ease, the stressful day that was brought upon him absolutely destroyed his mindset.

“Rough day, one of the fuckfaces— I mean ares kids nicked me” he sighed lightly before he noticed your eyes drop down to the scar on his forearm. Your nimble fingers ran across his stitches, “are you okay?” Concern present in your demeanour.

“Mhm” he hummed, staring at you longingly. “You sure? your stich is really…” You moved close absentmindedly, scrutinising his cut before looking up at him, realising the proximity between your faces.

You felt frozen, he felt frozen. None of you’s were speaking, he was only inching closer till his top lip grazed yours.

Finally, with lots of anticipation, you closed the gap, grabbing his cheek with your palm. He let his hands travel to your waist, squeezing it ever so softly.

“Luke…” your voice breathless as he gently pushed you down to the grass.

Your fingers left his face, going down to the hem of his shirt and under to get a feel of his toned abdomen. A quiet groan left his mouth as he reciprocated the action, going down to lift your camp shirt off. You helped him by pulling it over your head and reconnecting your lips.

Somehow you felt comfortable: relaxed under his presence, so you unclamped the two pieces of metal of your bra, slowly sliding it off. Luke was mesmerised, in-fact he was intoxicated.

“So beautiful” his breath fanning your neck, “soo, soo, beautiful” Luke trailed back up to your mouth before placing a hand on one of your breast. Your breathed hitched as you continued to indulged in his lips.

“Take this off” you ordered, stretching the hem of his shirt as he took it off. A smile poked at your lips when you finally saw him exposed, you explored his chest, your fingers going up and down over every bump. “Are you done?” Before you could even let out an answer he stuffed his mouth back to yours, making you laugh.

There was something so triggering about you that Luke Castellan couldn’t shake off.

One, your fake. He sees right through your layers of innocence. There was one particular moment where he saw you wipe off a tear of anger when you lost a duel, but you still went up to your opponent, shaking their hand with a peachy smile.

Two, your irritably perfect at everything. Luke watches as your fingers let go of bowstring, the arrow shoots through the air, always landing in the middle of the target, then his eyes shoot back to your cold expression.

And finally, you know everyone’s next move. During the morning sparring sessions he sees you swerve every attack, even when your opponents sword is a centimetre from slicing your skin.

Though Luke seems obsessed - he is - his only mission is to put you into your place: humble you.

A knock rippled through your cabin, your eyes glanced at the clock placed on your bedside table, ‘10:30’ you read.

You rolled your eyes, walking straight to your door to see who’s knocking so late. Once you opened the wooden door you were greeted by Luke’s tall figure instantly towering over you. His scent was absolutely intoxicating and you had to stop yourself from breathing so deep.

“Luke” You say softly, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. “Oh please Y/n” he scoffed, throwing his head back, revealing his prominent adams-apple. “Wha… What happened?” You asked with a genuinely confused tone.

“Stop acting so innocent!” your expression fell, causing Luke to feel a little bit intimidated. “Excuse me?” You crossed your arms over your torso, letting all your weight falling onto one side of your body. “I came here to tell you that, I saw how you shoved that one kid” Luke spat, his tone loud and raged.

You scoffed as he walked into your cabin, locking the door and staring down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Get the fuck out” your voice threatening and low. “Not until you own up to your fucking attitude” those were his last words before his lips were occupied by yours.

“I’m supposed to own up by fucking you? Pathetic” your teasing riled him up as he grabbed your waist, turning you around till your back was smashed against the wall. “I’ll put you in your place, fake fuck” a moan slipped from your lips at his harsh words.

He chuckled at your loss of composure, “not so strong now y/l/n”. Luke then slide his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours causing a mess.

The boy pulled away first, wiping the corners of his lips with his thumb before slamming his body onto yours once more, this sudden action caused you to feel the bludge in his cargoes. You beamed with lust as your palm travelled to his crotch.

He knew you were trying to gain some sort of dominance, so he bucked his hips closer to your core, earning another moan.

And at that point you knew you were some pathetic girl under him, begging him to degrade the hell out of you.

“Please” you say breathlessly, “please what, baby?” He asked with a calmer tone, continuing to peck at your lips.

“Put me in my place, do whatever the hell you want” Luke smirked at your words, grabbing your legs and carrying you to your bed with ease.

Luke Castellan, a taunting face with a mesmerising mocking smile, standing amidst your presence.

“Ares kid, I knew I’d bump into you.” His voice was low and sardonic as he dug his spear into the damp soil. “Did you miss me?” You asked with sarcasm evident in your tone.

He completely missed your question, drawing his spear out of the ground with an annoyed grunt. Your smile vanished when Luke’s weapon almost slashed your cheek. The boy then looked at you with satiated eyes when he realised that you feared the near-miss attack.

You took your sword into your grasp before giving a voice to your rage-filled feelings “You should devote your time to something more productive” Your voice hoarse as you swung your spear towards him, “like capturing the flag” you added once the moment of adrenaline settled down. His heavy breaths of panic and clenched jaw was a kiss to your eyes, you dug domination dearly and you finally won it… till you felt his boot hit your ankle.

You stumbled to the ground, uttering a painful grunt. “I’ll take your words into consideration” he said, obviously pleased with his damage. “Fuck you Castellan” you spat as he ran off into the mists of the woods.

The feeling of his metal boot slapping your ankle was vibrating through your whole leg, making it hard to gain composure, but with lots of strength you rose from the ground, running in the same direction he flew off to.

After a few minutes of wandering through the woods, you felt the cold tip of the blade against your neck. “Get the fuck off me Castellan” you hissed as his head peered over your shoulder. “Cant hear you” he teased, a sneerful smirk morphing onto his lips.

“Get off” you wrapped your fingers around his arm, only for you to be overtaken.

Soon, You found your back pushed against the trunk of the tree, and your nemesis towering over you. “Don’t fuck with your enemy remember?” Your words on the brink of becoming stutters at the intimate position. “Who gives a shit about that?” He chuckled in a witty manner as he took your helmet into his grip.

“Clearly I do” you mumbled as he took off your headgear. Your curls flooded out till hair sprawled across your shoulders. “Do you?” You glared at him through your perfectly crinkled lashes before he took your chin and forced your lips together.

As much as you hated the heat forming between yours legs you craved more, so you guided his free hand to your upper-thigh making him beam with lust. “Really Y/l/n?” he said with an amused undertone as his fingers met your clothed core. “Your a fucking moron Luke” you grumbled, tipping his helmet onto the floor to grip his curls.

“Imagine if someone caught you making out with your arch-nemesis” his speech muffled by your ongoing kisses. “Good, then they’ll see how small that dick is” he drew away from the kiss, turning you around till your cheek was grazed by the bark of the tree. “The fuck did you say?” A shaky breath left your system.

“You want me to prove you wrong?”

“God, yes” you mumbled.

Dawn swiftly set above New York, letting you and Ethan know it’s time to close up the café for the day. As Ethan finished up the last order your impulse told you to do something to piss him off, after all, you haven’t properly communicated to him during your five hour shift.

A grin was plastered on your face when you nudged your elbow into his bicep.

A few droplets of coffee went dashing your way, while the rest splattered onto Ethan’s white shirt. “Y/n!” Ethan went on to scold her as he scurried to grab some tissues. “That was the last order, and you had to fuck it up?” You shrugged your shoulders with a half-smile. The boy just shook his head with disapproval, grabbing a handful of his shirt and squeezing out as much of the liquid.

You watched him through the corner of your eye, getting a glimpse of his v-line and the small trail of hair between his abdominals. Part of you was amused by the sight, but you quickly shook the thought off, returning back to the unfinished drink.

“Gosh Y/n” he cursed — which was weirdly attractive to you, “seriously, if this leaves a stain you owe me a white shirt” Ethan walked up to you, snatching the coffee cup from your hand and resuming the order. You watched him with a strong glare, till your eyes shifted to the hem of his shirt. The dampness of the material stuck to his abdomen, showing off his evident six-pack.

“Order number one-hundred and twenty-four!” His booming voice removed you from your weird trance.

“Y’know I could’ve finished the order” you muttered, washing the equipment with the worn-out sponge. “Maybe, if you weren’t looking at how ripped I am” Ethan glanced at you with a smile, a smile that you wanted to kiss smack right off.

“I wasn’t looking at your abs weirdo” a very big lie, “I was looking at the shit stain on your shirt” you said harshly, drying your hands on your blue apron. “Yeah right” he scoffed.

“I’m being serious” you narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned your palms on the counter. Ethan, who was beside you, wiped the table in circular movements, his biceps clearly poking out of his shirt. “So if I were to take this shirt off you’d stop looking at my abdomen, correct?” He really knew how to get on your nerves, did he?

“Oh please—“ he cut you off with a gasp, “did I hear please?” he neared you till he towered your figure.

You looked up at him with a desperate gaze, “take it off and you’ll fucking see” hesitation ran through your words, but they only spurred him on.

Ethan dropped the cloth into the floor, his hands aiming for your waist. You jolted at his action as he attached his lips onto yours.

Instead of going gentle, he kissed you aggressively, reeling your body closer to his until you could feel his heat radiating onto you.

Your hands instantly found his abs, and without a second-thought, you lifted the hem of his shirt, delicately running your nails over his v-line — which you’ve been dreaming about for the last hour.

As the kiss continued — getting drunk with each others lips, Ethan’s hand glided down to your thigh, grabbing your skin and lifting you onto the counter. “What did you say about taking off your shirt?” You teased as you grabbed onto his curls, “I don’t know, you aren’t looking at the shit stain anymore” he breathed momentarily, before returning to the sentence.

“It can stay on” Ethan smiled when he felt your hand tug on his hair. “Don’t be a loser and take it off”.