i aint gotta… knock on wood

mav wraps up the debrief, satisfied with whatever hangman said and dismisses you all for the day. yes, the whole day was for this debrief that only took thirty to do. you all pile out f the room to a common area on the bad. nat starts the conversation about our weekley night hangout. 

"everyone still good for tonight?" she asks the group. there's a lot of nods, 'yeahs' and 'you know it' from the group. they all walk on while you hang back to throw away your cup. 

bob notices and stays with you, "good coffee?"

you nod, "real good, thank you. are you coming tonight?"

"yeah, yeah. of course," 

the two of you begin your walk to the rest of the team in the cafe. your elbow brushes his as you walk and creeping heat coming your neck, neither of you could walk a straight line you guessed. 

walking into the cafe was a mistake, it always was when you and bob walked in late behind everyone else. the hoots and hollers and teasing is at an all-time high. nats smile at you, roosters eyebrows nearly shooting up off his head and the ever-talkative hangman. 

"when will you two get it over with already?" hangman asks in his usual smirking, egging on tone. you couldn't roll your eyes hard enough. 

you ignore the sounds and words, sitting down at the table with bob at your side. his knee touching yours again when he sits down. 

there was one time you saw bob talking with another pilot. he never smiled at you like he was smiling at her. his eyes never looked at you the way they looked at her. there was a small pang in your chest, a small put that opened in your stomach at the sight. 

"no, i'm not looking for anyone right now," 

you walked away at that point, any feelings you thought you had was now buried deep down. 

bob saw you, he saw the way you walked away. he saw the anger in your leaving, in your stomps. 

the night came quick; everyone piled into the small apartment you and nat shared. you stand in your room suddenly too aware of your outfit choice and thoughts of what bob would think. you'd never had those thoughts until recently. what would bob think? does he think i'd look nice? you kidnly were upset you had become so obsessed with his thoughts about you. 

a soft knock sounds on your wooden door, you mutter a small, "come in."

your door creaks open and bob reveals himself, smile on his as he enters but it slightly drops as he sees you. the outfit was nothing crazy, sweatpants and tight shirt to be comfortable but you still saw the way his face fell slightly. 

"hey, was trying to find something to wear," you force a laugh and smile turning around to the mirror to avoid his stare. 

"you look nice, pretty,"

you laugh again, "thanks bobby, im sure i look really nice in these too big sweatpants," 

"you do. uh anyway, just came to see where you were, wanted to make sure you were okay," he tells you, looking only at you. 

"starting to miss me floyd?"

"i miss you every time you leave my sight," he tells you, his voice soft and testing, like he scared of your response. 

"right," you scoff, "you never let me out of your sight," 

the room is silent for a moment, and you can't help the words that fall out of your mouth. a loose string of them in the most quiet tone.

"you're not looking anyone right now?" 

"that's not what i meant and you know it," 

"how am i supposed to know when you don't talk to me?" you ask, turning around to face him. 

"what are you so afraid of?"

"the way you make me feel. when you look at me i feel like i could pass out and when you bump my knee or touch my hand my body heats up so much i can barely think. your cologne makes my head spin. hell, i've bene in this room since everyone got here wondering if you'd like my outfit. you mess with my brain and it scares the fuck out of me." you finally let the honesty roll of your tongue at a speed you weren't ready for. 

he says your name softly, reaching out for your hand but you don't move. he takes a deep breath. 

"every time i close my eyes you are the only thing i see. i open my eyes with a want to see you first. i wake up and you're the thing on my mind. what do i get her today? coffe, tea? energy drink? how could i possibly be more obvious in my... in my love for you? what else can i do to show you what you mean to me?"

"bob, i thought-"

"i love you. i love the way you roll your eyes at hangman when he torments us with side comments when we walk into a room later than everyone else, i love the way you nose scrunches when you hear something you don't like, i love the way you can cry at literally anything because you care so much. you are the reason... you are my reason."

you take a few small steps towards, your hand reaching out and taking his. you give it a small squeeze and pull yourself by his hand into his arms. you feel him sigh against you, as if a weight fell from him when his arms wrap around you. 

you lift your head, planting a small kiss to his jaw then to his lips. his hands place themselves gently on your face, cupping your cheeks. you can feel him smile against your lips, spreading wide and cutting the kiss short.

"i've wanted to kiss you," you admit.

"yeah, i've been wanting to kiss you for a while."

you laugh lightly, your forehead leaning forward and resting against his should with a groan. 

"hangman is never going to let us live this down. the teasing is never going to stop," you tell him, your eyes slightly rolling.

"he'll be telling us to get a room," he says, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

"we've got a room right now," you shrug, "think you can be quiet officer?"

"with you? no, i'll let everyone know how much i want you and how good you make me feel," he grins at you making a slight blush cross your cheeks. 

a stake out in the upside down was not on your bucket list.

you'd been to the dimension one other time: diving into the lake and going through a gate. that night didn't end well and you were hoping this one would. you didn't want to lose another friend.

the air had the same floating white particles as before and it was cold, and inside steve's car you couldn't be colder. your bones were stiff and muscles tense as you folded into yourself, hugging yourself trying to get some type of warmth.

"i can hear your teeth chattering," steve says with closed eyes. he shifts in the laid-back front seat, arm over his eyes. 

you'd both laid down, as much as you could in the small vehicle, to sleep but it was no use for either of you. you took the back seat, laying across them and steve in the front. with the cold sweeping further into your skin and bones and steve's apparent super hearing of your teeth biting together, neither of you were sleeping.

"i can't help it. i'm freezing," you stumble out in a shivering tone.

"it's not that cold," he states with a slight scoff to his tone.

you sit up with a huff, taking your freezing hands and put them on the sides of his neck and slightly moving them down to the top of his collarbones. 

he hisses, pushing forward to get away from the coldness your hands brought his warm skin. it was soothing for a moment. the warmth bringing on a smile to your face at the comfort he so easily brought. 

"jesus, you are cold," he sits forward, his own hands rubbing at the places where yours once were.

"well i wasn't lying," you sit up, pulling your legs to your chest. your attempts at warming yourself up were not working, the t shirt you had on wasn’t thick and when you put it over your bent legs it helped but not a lot. you’d breathed hard into your hands but your efforts didn’t last long.

“here,” he mutters under his breath. you watch him hook his fingers under the neckline of his sweatshirt and pull it over his head, handing it back to you.

“you sure?” you ask, brows raised.

“yeah, i’ll be fine,” he crosses his arm across his chest, leaning back to his position in the seat. he closes his eyes, trying not think about you but in his clothes. if he could just fall asleep without seeing you in his sweatshirt he’d be… okay.

but he just couldn’t let it go.

his eyes practically shoot open. he reaches up angling the rear view mirror down to see you. you’re laying down across the backseats, sweatshirt on you and your arms not even through the sleeves. your knees still at your chest under the sweatshirt, stretching it. he didn’t mind, anything to keep you in it.

he watches you breath steadily but there’s still a slight tremor to your body, your muscles tightening because of the cold.

he debates his next move. he either lays there, ignores the way you shake and doesn’t fall asleep or he can suggest a way to warm you.

“please don’t make me regret this,” he whispers to whatever power in the universe hears him, “i can come back there,” he says louder.

“what?” you shiver.

“i can come back there, lay with you. you know body heat and all. plus, i want to stretch out,”

you both knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to stretch out but neither of you cared. you tell him get back there and he pulls his seat up and opens his door, shuts and opens the one next to you. he climbs in, pulling the door shut and not so gracefully shifts in behind you.

his hand slips under the sweatshirt, first ghosting your lower back then moving round to your waist and finally to your stomach. you wanted to be nervous, happy even that you were in this situation but the euphoric feeling of heat was all that was on your mind.

it felt good, he felt good.

his other arm laid across the seat, your head finding it comfy. you practically fall back into him, the comfort overhauling your body. thanks to his and the sweatshirt, you could smell his cologne, the one you had said you liked the most a few months ago.

“this okay?” he asks.

you nod, snuggling deeper into his arms. your legs and hips shift as you attempt to get more comfortable against him.

your backside presses into his front and you hear him grunt softly. you tell yourself it his jeans and not him getting stiff.

“please stop moving,” he almost pleads.

you smile to yourself and decide to push your luck. you press further back, just to see what he’ll do.

it’s as if steve knew you’d do this. he’s closed his eyes and pressed his head against the seat, taking a deep breath as you moved against him. he didn’t how much longer he could take it. he could practically feel the smile across your face after he said it, he could feel the way you held in your laughter.

he pushed against you himself. his hips moving forward and grinding on you slightly.

“don’t start something you can’t finish harrington,”

steve takes his hand and slides it down your staunch to the top of the waistline of your pant. his pinky slipping under it and running along your skin. new shivers and chills cascade over your body but not from the cold this time, from

him.

he says you name in a soft but firm tone, a warning of sorts. his hand finds the button of you pants, undoing it and slowly moving the fabric down your legs. he sits up, loving his other from beneath your head. he sits on his knees, looking down at you.

“put your hands above your head,” he instructs, pointing towards the door behind you.

you lift your arms, crossing your wrists and waiting for his next move. he leans forward, grabbing the seat belt and pulling it towards you. he wraps the belt around your wrists and secures it tight. you give it a tug and watch a triumphant smile spread on his pretty face.

“done this before?” you ask, matching the smirk.

“never had someone follow my instructions so well,” he tells you, his hands reaching down and holding his fingers to the waistband of your under wear and pulling it down. he takes it off along with your pants and drop them to the floorboard.

you legs close together as you watch him pull his shirt off, undo his pants and pull them off. your thighs squeeze together at the sight of his chest, your drifting down to his cock and you almost moan at the sight.

steve’s hands grip your knees, pulling your legs apart and dipping down to your core. his hands are slow as the move down your thighs, his mouth following with gentle kisses to your skin.

once at your core, he takes his tongue and drags it through you. your arousal coats his mouth and chin, his moans vibrating against you, making you arch into him.

his tongue moves all around and through you. it circles your clit slowly, applying slight pressure then harder then pulling back. it make a your head spin and eyes roll back. your hands pull against the belt, the ache to thread your fingers through his hair becoming too much. you wanted to touch him.

your breathing becomes heavy as the pleasure builds, as the pool in your lower stomach beats up and builds bigger and bigger. your muscles tighten then loosen as he circles your clit only to pull away.

he takes two of finger, pushing them into your entrance and starting a pace that makes your head lean back as you pull your lips into your mouth and suppress a moan. he pulls away, eyes still on your core, admiring.

“good job staying quiet for me, don’t want anyone to hear do us do we?” he asks before going back you, continuing his movements.

his fingers pumping and his mouth sucking at your clit, pulling you closer and closer to your climax. his hands stay on the inside of your thighs, keeping them open while giving small squeezes as thank you’s for being quiet.

“steve,” you whisper the best you could, “i… i’m gonna-“

“i know i know,” he says against you, the vibrations of his voice making your walls clench and thighs nearly clamp around his head, “go ahead baby,”

his fingers pump harder and faster now, the movements of his tongue and mouth on your clit made your head light. you eyes rolling back, your back arching, and your nose scrunching.

“fuck! steve!” you shout, your thighs close around his head, and your wrists pull against the belt again.

steve’s eyes look up to watch as you release on his mouth, a smile on his face as he tastes you. he watches you pull against the belt again, a sense of pride swells in chest at his ability to tie the belt so well. another feeling swells as he takes you in, his sweatshirt still on you as you cum on his tongue. he laps at you before pulling away, licking his lips.

he pulls his fingers out of you, putting them

into his mouth, tasting you for a long moment before sitting up and leaning down to conner his lips to yours.

you kiss him like he the first sip of water you e had in years. the kiss feeling long over due, a small whimper escapes you as he pulls back. he lines himself up with you, slowly pushing in.

one of his hands going under your lower back and lifting you slightly for a better angle. his other hand disappears under the sweatshirt, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin before resting on your breast. he massages your skin, pinching you nipple as you feel you climax busking again.

“stevie…” you whine, he takes you right leg and lifts it wrap around his waist, hitting a new angle again, “feels s’ good, you’re-“ you whine again, “big,”

“yeah?” he questions, pushing further into you, “you like that? hmm?” he hums, “tell me,”

“so good stevie, treating me so well. always do, ahhh,” you moan as he fully bottoms out in you. he stays there for a moment, slow pushes before pulling away out and pushing back in.

“you’re doing so good for me honey, squeezing me so well,” he praises as he moves, a hand coming up to your face, his thumb swiping your bottom. his thumb pushes into your mouth and suck lightly at it, keeping you quiet.

you yank at the belt unknowing, your hands itching to pull him closer. he takes his thumb out of your mouth and reaches up to the belt and undoes his work. your hands pull free, immediately grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. he goes to sit up and your follow him up so you’re straddling him.

steve sits back in the seat, legs spread, and hands on your hips slightly guiding you. he watches you intently, eyes grazing your body as he watches you ride him in his clothes.

“look so pretty riding me like this, in my sweatshirt,” he leans forward, lips kissing at your neck, small marks be left in their wake.

you lean your forehead against his, your hands gripping his shoulders and his neck, “you’re pretty too steve, know how to fuck me so well.”

“yeah i do,” he mutters, you smile against his lips, kissing him again.

you grind harder on him, the waves a pleasure building up and the coil in your belly tightening so much you can’t stand it. you groan as the waves finally wash over you. the high and buzz from another orgasm making you shake against him.

he holds you through it, gilding you close. he plants his feet on the floor, and begins to thrust up into you. he fucks you through your release and builds his own.

soon his own pleasure takes him over and makes him tremble against you. you move against him still, riding him through his release. you cup his jaw, lifting his head to kiss him. your lips molding together, fitting so well together neither of you could deny it.

you pull back, forehead resting on his again. his hand rest at your hips still, but this time you’re both still. your breathing is hard, matching his.

“hardly seems fair i was clothed the whole time,” you laugh lightly.

“wanted to see you in my sweatshirt,” he shrugs, “looks good on you,” his hands run up and down your sides, “still cold?” he questions with a tilt of his head.

“hmmm,” you hum, you could feel the sweat on your back, “i might still be a little chilly, you should warm me up again,” you smile, leaning your mouth back down to his.

"i'm not talking to you anymore," you state, crossing your arms against your chest. your eyes burn holes through the windshield in front of you. you lean back into the front passenger seat, teeth barring down on your tongue to keep quiet while steve still talks on. 

"oh come on, really? were doing this today? right now?" he asks, his eyes moving from the road ahead then to you. he looks back and forth between you and the road in utter disbelief. he hated when you wouldn't talk to him and he did his best to play along and do the best he could to not interact. 

"fine," he mutters under his breath, "i don't want to talk to you either," he shrugs. he switches from steering with his left hand to his right so he can lean his left arm on the door, hand threading through the strands of his hair. 

you watch out of the corner of your eye as he rubs his mouth and jaw, stealing glances at you. if you were honest with yourself, you liked this game you both played, mostly because you always knew how it ended. you'd get back to his place, or yours, and be separate for about an hour before one of you went to the other apologizing and staying up into the late hours of the night proving to each other how much you loved the other. 

you two were never that mad at the other.

steve pulls into his driveway, cutting the engine almost immediately. he sits back, keys in hand and lets out a sigh. you don't give him a chance to say anything. you open your door, stepping out and slamming it shut. you walk to the front door, and twist the knob, pushing it open. 

steve follows close behind you, his voice low as he apologizes for the words he spoke in the car. you ignore the pleads, walking into the back bedroom and simply getting ready for bed. you slip on a tshirt and shorts, sliding into the bed, settling into the mattress. 

steve lays next to you, quiet and timid. he lays his hand on your thigh, soon turning his body towards you. his lips ghosting over your neck, making a chill shoot down your spine. your thighs absentmindedly squeeze together. he feels your thigh tense and release, a smile now against your skin. 

"still mad?" he asks as he drags his middle finger up your thigh to the waistband of your shorts. his finger dips between you shorts and underwear, the finger just over your clothed clit, making the smallest bit of friction. 

you hum, pulling you lips into your mouth and biting down to suppress the hum or moan, you weren't sure. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to keep your promise. you weren't talking to him. 

"you sure?" he questions, bringing his hand up to the waistband of your underwear and dipping in between your skin and the cloth. his hand cups you, his palm rubbing small circles against you. your eyes roll back, your body rolling over to lay on your back, letting him take over. 

he drags two fingers through your folds, your slick coating his fingers. he groans at the feeling of it, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you. he pulls his fingers up to your clit, circling the bud again, loving the little noises it pulls from you. your head pushes back into the pillow behind you, your back arching and hips pushing into his hand. 

his own hips press against your thigh, his bulge hard on your skin. his lips fully on your neck now, his tongue hot on your skin and teething nipping at you. you reach down, grasping him and earning a moan from him. his lips move from your neck, up to your jaw, leaving kisses in their wake as they land on your lips. 

he pushes back the covers, pulling away from you and sitting up on the bed. he taps your hip and you lift them, allowing him to pull your shorts and underwear down. he throws the shorts to the side but keeps your underwear on bed. you don't register it though, thanks to the speed of his hand back on you and working you.  

one of his fingers pumps into you, making you stifle a sigh, he adds another in no time. his hands moves slowly at first, only gaining speed when he hears your small moans and whimpers. 

"s... steve," you whine out. 

he shakes his head then cocks it to the side, "thought you weren't talking to me?" he questions, "what happened to your stubborn attitude?" he pulls his hand away, making you whine again. 

"please," you sigh. 

"mm mmm," he shakes his head again. he pulls his own clothes off, pulling the last of your clothing off too then throwing his leg across you, straddling you. he lines himself up with your core and eases into you, "stay quiet now, you'll be mad at yourself if you don't," he tells you. 

his hand grips your hip, his thumb pressing deep into your skin, just above your hip bone. he tries his best to keep your squirming self still. he settles between your thighs, sliding deeper into you, finding a slow pace. 

you do your best to bite back any words, but you couldn't help yourself. you couldn't help the way his name always slipped out when he hit just the right spot deep in your core. you bite the inside of your cheek but ultimately can't keep it in. 

"feels-" your sentence, or lack thereof, is cut short by his hand covering your mouth. 

"be quiet now," he says slightly breathless as his hips pick up their speed. 

your tongue pushes out, licking against his hand. he lightly scoffs and pulls out of you, leaving you empty and whining. 

"turn over, hands on the headboard," 

you follow his instructions, sitting up and moving to face away from him and towards the headboard. you reach out, back arched and hands gripping the headboard. his hands smooth over your ass, a slight squeeze before lining himself up again and replacing himself back in you. 

he moves slow, building his pace and speed back up to the previous pace. his hands grip your hips at first but as soon as he hears the smallest sound from you, one of his hands is back at your mouth, covering it to keep it shut. 

your lips purse, kissing his hand as he continues his motions in you. his other hand journeying around to your clit, creating small circles against it again, making your eyes roll back. your head dips forward, hanging down, getting lost in the building ecstasy that only steve harrington seems to give you. 

"feel good huh?" he asks, watching himself disappear inside of you then coming back out only to disappear again, "you like having me buried so deep?"

you nod, doing your best to not speak. but as he sped up, as he slammed into from behind, as you heard his own words- you couldn't help yourself. 

"fuck," you mumble against his hand, "stevie, feels good," 

he ticks his tongue. you could feel the faux disappointment he was trying to put on but you could also sense the smirk radiating from his mouth. his hand drop0s from your mouth to the bed and grabbing your underwear, bringing it to your mouth and shoving them past your lips. 

you lightly giggle at the action. 

"let see if that helps," 

he wastes no time pushing into you fast and hard. his skin slapping against yours and filling the room with obscene sounds. his own grunts filling your ears nicely with a slight whimper, but he covers it quickly. both of his hands help him pump into you, pressing his fingers into your skin, you accept the possible soreness you'll feel in the morning. 

you feel the building heat reach its peak in your lower stomach, your teeth clamp onto the cloth in your mouth and moan into it. your eyes squeezing shut and your hand gripping the headboard so hard, you feel as though you could break it. 

"come on, baby," he coos with a slight bite to his words, trying to last a bit longer, "fuck," he sighs, his head leaning back, "you always feel so good around me. always know how to squeeze and treat me well," 

he reaches forward, taking the cloth out of your mouth, "let me hear you,"

"please steve, please make me come," you all but beg. you move a hand from the headboard to lay on top of his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

he pushes a few more times before bottoming out in you and keeping his movements on your clit. you vision goes almost black as your pleasure hits hard and fast. you push back into him, keeping yourself and him there in the moment. 

as your walls clutch around him, his own release slams fast into him. he hunches over you, his chest on your back. his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up and connecting his lips to your neck. 

he pulls out of you, helping you move to lay back on the mattress. he lays next to you, both of you back in the position you were when this all started. his hand on your stomach then cupping your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

"might start ignoring you more often," you laugh in an airy tone. 

he shrugs, "i like correcting that attitude," 

you sneak into the frat sometime after midnight. todd has the door unlocked and set the slippers you always leave there waiting for you at the door. you slip out of your sneaks and into the slippers, picking up the shoes and stepping softly across the foyer, up the stairs and to his bedroom.

your knock is soft and the door creaks as you open it. todd lays on his bed, back against the headboard and laptop in his lap. he looks over, a smile spreading across his face as if it’s the first time he’s seen you in months. it’s been two days.

“there you are,” his voice never losing the thick, deep accent that suits him so well. he closes the laptop, setting it on his bedside table and patting the spot next to him on the mattress.

“sorry it’s so late. they wouldn’t let me out of there,” some extracurricular activity you needed so your resume looked good didn’t let out until about thirty minutes ago. you were the one who had to tear down all the decor and clean up, then you were finally free to go to todd.

thank god you had an overnight bag ready for these instances. you changed in your car before getting out of the car.

you set your stuff down at his desk, and crawl onto his bed. you cross your legs under you as you sit beside him. your fingers tapping at his knee.

“can never you get alone anymore,” he tells you, his hand reaching out and caressing your thigh.

“you can barely survive me,” you tease him, your smile now matching his.

he raises his brows, “oh yeah?” he all but leaps up towards you, making you fall back onto the plush mattress. his hand dance along your sides making you laugh, his lips start at your mouth but make their way to your jaw and neck. his kisses tease lightly at your skin as you squirm beneath him.

you manage to move your arms from beneath him and ready up to move your own hands along his sides. todd may be a tough frat prescient on the outside but as soon as your hand touched him- he was down.

you’re able to make him move back to his position against the headboard again, with you straddling his lap. his hands move lightly against your thighs and around to your ass then back to resting at your thighs. you watch his tongue wet his lips as he scans your body.

his t shirt hanging from your shoulders and those thin shorts he liked so much was making it very hard for him to focus.

“toddy,” you try to bring him back, two fingers under his chin to make him look at you, “you doin okay?”

his hands move up your thigh and disappear under your shorts, the thin material just big enough for his hands to fit under them. he searches for the waistband of your underwear or really any sign of underwear.

his brows raise again, “nothing huh?”

you shrug, pressing your hips down into his lap, feeling his growing erection against your core. he stifles a groan as his hands squeeze your thighs, he shifts under you.

he pulls a hand out, securing it on you back and moving so you’re laying on the bed. he sinks down your body, fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling down those shorts that made his mind foggy and his heart race. he pulls them off fully, throwing them to the side, landing somewhere on his floor.

he kisses your knee, leaving a trail of slightly wet kisses down your thigh then ending at your pelvic bone. his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place while you squirm slightly at the tickling kisses.

your heart already picking up at the mere thought of his mouth near you. you could feel his breath against the inside of your thigh. you could really feel when he blew against you, making your close your legs together only for him to open them and keep them open.

one of his hands reach up under the t shirt, over your belly and up to your chest. he stops short and lifts from his position.

there was no bra on you, nothing standing in the way of his hand, or any other part of him, and your chest. his hand covers your breast, squeezing it, and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

you moan and your back arches at the feeling oh his hand and breath. his other hand keeping your legs open.

“i never stood a chance, did i?” he asks lowly, another kiss to your thigh.

you shake your head, “not one,” the smile growing on your face again.

he stops wasting time. one long stride through you and his tongue moves all around. he laps at your core, already covered in your slick, he hums against you making your eyes roll back.

your hand going to his hair, gripping the strands and lightly pulling at the roots, “todd,” you exhale only to suck in another breath when his mouth moves to your clit.

the bumble of nerves already sensitive from teasing him earlier, you were no match for this mans tongue or mouth. his tongue skills around before sucking at your clit. he liked the way your thigh twitched and the gasp you always gave him when he did it.

he brought his hand back down and used his thumb against your clit as his mouth went back to your entrance. his tongue moving in and out of you with a speed and pressure that was just right. todd knew your by now, how much pressure to add, when to pull back and when you wee ready to let go for him. you coming up to that point.

he could feel it in the way your thighs began to tremble, and how your walls tried to clench around his tongue.

“toddy… i think i’m-“ you loose your breath before you can finish.

“it’s alright, i got ya,” he says and hums against you again making your legs slightly shake and close around his head.

he was fine with you keeping him there. he’d stay like that all day if he could.

your head tilts back, your grip in his hair tightens as he builds you and lets you crash down on him. his tongue and thumb not stopping their movements for a second, slightly overstimulating you but softly. his touch lingers and slowly pulls back as you come down.

he sits up and you open your eyes to watch him. you watch as he swipes his thumb across his chin, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking your arousal off of it.

“good as always,” he teases you, leaning over and down to kiss you.

“you think you’re done?”