꩜ djoatthe-disco ꩜

He'd known this campaign was happening for weeks. When his agent had first mentioned it, Joe had laughed, convinced he was kidding.

He'd never thought of himself as the obvious choice for a campaign like this. He wasn't one of those impossibly sculpted Hollywood actors whose abs seemed to belong to another species. He'd always seen himself as... normal. Lean enough, sure, but hardly the kind of man people imagined modeling underwear on giant billboards. The idea that Calvin Klein genuinely wanted him as one of the faces of the campaign had felt surreal.

Then his agent had said your name and that was enough to convince him to accept the job. 

You were one of the biggest supermodels in the world and a Victoria's Secret Angel. The woman whose face seemed to appear on every billboard and magazine. He’d never met you before but he'd occasionally spotted across crowded red carpets. Somewhere along the way, what had started as admiration had turned into an embarrassingly innocent crush. 

Joe couldn’t help himself but thought you were breathtaking. And now he was expected to spend an entire day pretending to be your boyfriend while wearing only underwear.

But that wasn’t really the problem. After all, he was an actor and he knew how to pretend. It was his job. The problem was that he had somehow convinced himself that the second you walked through those studio doors, he'd forget how to function like a normal human being.

And unfortunately… he wasn't entirely wrong.

The studio doors swung open and you hurried inside, a pair of designer sunglasses pushed onto your head while an oversized Balenciaga City bag threatened to slide off your shoulder.

The room barely reacted but Joe stopped breathing for a moment. 

"I'm so sorry!" you called toward the production team. "Traffic was a nightmare."

"No worries," someone answered. "Hair and makeup are ready for you."

You thanked them before disappearing almost immediately toward the dressing rooms.

Joe had seen countless photographs of you — campaigns, magazine covers, interviews. You had always looked stunning but none of them came remotely close to the real thing.

Joe stared for half a second too long before forcing himself to look away.

Get it together, he thought. 

-

Nearly an hour later, the bedroom set was finally ready. Soft morning light poured through apartment windows while photographers adjusted lenses and assistants hurried around carrying coffee cups and garment bags.

Joe stood near the bed, the robe was draped loosely over his shoulders, his hands buried deep inside the pockets to keep himself from fidgeting.

Then you stepped onto the set.

Conversation around the room softened almost instinctively.

Your hair had been styled into effortless waves, your makeup natural enough to look almost nonexistent, and the simple black Calvin Klein set somehow managed to look more elegant than provocative. You wore the same white robe over it, tied lazily around your waist.

Joe forgot how to blink.

Jesus...

Beautiful didn't even begin to cover it.

Then your eyes found his. For a brief second, he considered pretending he hadn't noticed but he couldn't take his eyes off you. 

You smiled, genuinely and started walking toward him.

Joe's heartbeat doubled.

"Hi."

Your voice was softer than he'd expected.

"I'm sorry I disappeared the second I got here. I wanted to come say hi before hair and makeup kidnapped me but I was already running late and I didn't want to keep everyone waiting even longer.”

Joe blinked. He hadn't expected that. Somehow, he'd imagined someone with your level of fame would walk onto set expecting everyone else to adjust around her.

“Yeah, of course, don’t worry."

You extended your hand and introduced yourself, offering your hand with a smile. 

“Yeah, I know."

The words escaped before Joe could stop them. His eyes widened.

"I mean—"

You laughed.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, already mentally planning his own funeral.

"I'm Joe."

"I know."

You grinned, shaking his hand. His palm was warm.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

"You too."

For a moment, neither of you let go. When you finally did, you smiled again.

"I actually listened to some of your music on the drive here."

Joe looked up, surprised.

"You did?"

"I did."

"I... voluntarily?"

You laughed.

"Very voluntarily."

Joe smiled. 

"I liked it."

Heat climbed into Joe's cheeks so quickly it almost hurt.

"Thanks."

"I mean it. You’re really good.”

He looked at you for a second longer than necessary. Then, before his brain had time to stop him, the words slipped out.

“Thanks. And you’re... really beautiful."

Joe's stomach dropped.

"Oh my God."

He squeezed his eyes shut for half a second.

"I didn't mean— I mean, I did mean it, obviously, because you are… beautiful. But I wasn't trying to reduce you to..." He gestured helplessly between the two of you. "I know that's probably the last thing you want to hear from someone you've known for approximately forty seconds, and now I probably sound like an idiot."

You were already laughing.

Joe looked adorably flustered.

"You know," you said once you'd caught your breath, “I think you worry way too much."

"I do?"

"A little."

You smiled reassuringly.

“It was just a compliment, Joe. You didn’t say anything bad.”

He exhaled. "Okay."

"I've definitely heard worse opening lines. And at least, you’re direct. I like that.”

Before Joe could find a response that didn't involve embarrassing himself again, the campaign director approached with a clipboard tucked under one arm.

"There you are," he said, stopping beside the bed. "Perfect. Let me walk you through today's concept."

The two of you turned your attention toward him as he explained the campaign.

"It's about intimacy,” he said, pointing toward the bed. "I want it to feel like we're intruding on a lazy Sunday morning between two people who are completely in love. You're teasing each other, laughing, touching. Nothing forced. Nothing overly posed. Everything must seem natural.”

Joe nodded, listening carefully. Or at least trying to. Because every few seconds his attention drifted back to you. The way you listened so intently. The slight crease between your brows whenever you concentrated.The absent-minded way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He caught himself staring. Again. 

Stop it.

When the director finally clapped his hands together, the room burst back into motion.

"Alright, robes off."

The words hit Joe like a freight train. He swallowed, hard, slow. Up until now, the robe had been a comforting barrier — a thin layer of cotton between himself and the vulnerability he'd been trying not to think about all morning. Suddenly, every insecurity he'd managed to keep quiet came rushing back at once.

I should've spent more time at the gym, he thought. 

He glanced down at himself almost instinctively, mentally cataloguing every flaw only he seemed able to notice.

Beside him, you untied the sash around your waist without hesitation, slipping the robe from your shoulders in one fluid movement before handing it to a nearby assistant. It was obvious you'd done this countless times before. You looked completely at ease.

Joe wished he could say the same.

He told himself not to stare but he failed almost immediately. His eyes drifted despite every effort not to let them, taking in the lines of your naked figure before he quickly looked away again. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling impossibly dry. 

Then, he slipped off his own robe a second later, revealing the white Calvin Klein briefs and a broad, toned chest dusted with soft curls. You couldn't help letting your eyes wander for a brief moment.

Now you understood why Calvin Klein had cast him.

Neither of you said anything.

Instead, you climbed onto the bed as assistants adjusted the sheets and tested the lighting. Joe stood awkwardly beside the mattress, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides. He looked as though he had absolutely no idea where they were supposed to go.

You watched him for another second before smiling.

"First time?"

He looked over.

"...What?"

"Shooting in underwear."

A sheepish smile crossed his face as he nodded.

"Yeah."

"I could tell."

He laughed nervously.

"Is it that obvious?"

You nodded. 

He glanced down at himself and chuckled.

You shifted a little closer, lowering your voice just enough that only he could hear over the bustle of the crew.

"It gets easier."

"It does?"

"Honestly?" You smiled. "It's not that different from wearing a swimsuit."

Joe considered that, swallowing. 

"I guess you’re right.”

"And look at it this way."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You're getting paid to spend the day next to a woman in nice underwear. Isn’t it every man's forbidden dream?"

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.

"When you put it like that..."

"I'd say you're doing pretty well."

You tilted your head, studying him for a second before an amused smile tugged at your lips.

"Besides..." you continued. "Aren't you an actor too?"

Joe nodded, unsure where you were going with this.

“Yeah, I am.”

"So this shouldn't be that hard."

He frowned slightly.

"What shouldn't?"

You leaned back against the headboard, crossing one leg over the other as assistants continued adjusting lights around the set.

"Pretending."

He blinked.

"You just have to pretend I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen."

A teasing grin spread across your face.

"And that you're completely crazy about me."

Joe's brain stopped working.

For one dangerous second, every reasonable response abandoned him. He could have laughed or made a joke, playing along. Instead, the truth slipped out before he had the chance to catch it.

"...I don't think I'll have to pretend."

The bustling studio seemed to fade into the background. 

You looked at him, your playful smile fading into quiet surprise. Your heart skipped once. For the first time since meeting him, you found yourself searching for the right words.

Joe stared right back as he realized what he’d just admitted. His eyes widened.

"Oh."

His face drained of color before immediately flushing crimson.

“I—"

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, letting out a quiet, defeated laugh.

“I didn’t mean… That came out wrong.”

"You know," you said carefully, a smile slowly returning to your face, "you're surprisingly smooth for someone who claimed to be nervous."

Joe groaned.

"I'm really not."

“No?"

He shook his head.

"I've just accidentally confessed to having a crush on the world's biggest supermodel within the first fifteen minutes of meeting her."

"Relax," you said, your voice warm. "I promise I don't bite."

"I wasn't worried about that."

"No?"

"I was mostly worried I'd make a complete idiot of myself."

"And how's that going?"

He sighed dramatically.

"Still evaluating."

You laughed, surprised at how easy it was to tease him. There wasn't an ounce of arrogance in him. No carefully rehearsed charm. Just honesty, wrapped in awkwardness.

And it was... refreshing.

An assistant appeared beside the bed.

"We're ready for the first setup."

The director clapped his hands together.

"Alright, you two."

He gestured toward the mattress.

"Forget the camera."

Joe climbed onto the bed, instinctively leaving a respectful distance between yourselves.

The director immediately grimaced.

"No, no, no."

He waved a hand.

"I said you're a couple in love."

A few members of the crew chuckled.

"You've been together for years," he continued. “You should be comfortable with each other. I don't want fake poses, I want familiarity. You should be completely wrapped up in each other and don't keep your distance as if the other person were contagious.” 

Joe shifted awkwardly.

"You," the man pointed at him, "move closer."

Joe followed the instructions but he moved barely an inch.

The director sighed.

"Closer."

Another inch.

You looked down at the empty space, then back at him. You bit back a smile.

"Joe."

He looked at you. 

“Remember what I told you before? I don’t bite.”

A laugh rippled through the crew.

His ears turned scarlet.

"Come here."

Without waiting, you closed the remaining distance yourself until your shoulder brushed his.

His entire body went rigid for half a heartbeat.

You felt it immediately.

"You okay?" you whispered.

He nodded once.

"Breathing?"

"...Trying."

A quiet laugh escaped you.

"You're thinking too much."

"I know."

"Stop trying to pose."

"What do I do then?"

You looked at him.

"Just be with me. Enjoy the moment.”

He let out a slow breath.

The tension gradually left his shoulders, his posture softening. Without thinking, his knee brushed yours. Neither of you moved away.

"There," the director called from behind the camera. "That's already better."

He began shooting.

"You," he said, pointing toward you, "look at him."

You did.

"And Joe..."

Joe turned toward you.

"...look at her like she's the only person in the room."

That part, surprisingly, required no acting at all.

The camera and everything else disappeared from his mind.

The crew.

The lights.

The dozens of people watching.

None of it seemed to exist anymore.

All he could see were your eyes. They were even prettier up close, bright with amusement, but softer now. Curious. As if you were studying him just as carefully.

You held his gaze for a beat longer. There was something disarmingly sincere about the way he looked at you. Not hungry or performative. Simply... captivated. It made your stomach flutter in a way you hadn't expected.

"Joe," the director instructed quietly, "lift your hand and caress her.”

Joe hesitated.

"May I?" he asked, almost under his breath, making sure only you could hear.

The question caught you off guard. Other men would have simply done it.

You smiled.

"You don't have to ask."

"I'd rather."

Something warm bloomed in your chest and you gave him the smallest nod.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips barely brushed your skin.

He leaned closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of your perfume — vanilla and jasmine — and your lips were only inches from his ear.

Your breath caught almost imperceptibly.

It felt strangely private despite the crowded studio.

The director stepped closer, watching the monitor.

"This is good," he said. “But it can be better. I want the moment right before a kiss."

Joe's heartbeat lurched.

"Not the kiss itself," the director clarified.

"The anticipation."

He looked between the two of you.

"That little hesitation where neither person knows who's going to close the distance first."

You exchanged a quick glance. Then, slowly, you lowered your hand to the collar of his Calvin Klein briefs' waistband, stopping just at the elastic. You felt him him tense beneath your touch.

"There it is again."

"...What?"

"You freeze every time I touch you."

His laugh came out somewhere between amused and defeated.

"Can you blame me?"

"Maybe a little."

"I've got the world's most beautiful woman standing five inches away from me."

"Four."

"What?"

"You said five."

You deliberately leaned a fraction closer.

"Now it's four."

Joe swallowed.

"I'm not sure that's helping."

"I wasn't trying to help."

You held his gaze for another heartbeat before smiling.

“Cut! That was perfect!”

Joe blinked, as if waking from a trance.

"So... was that acceptable acting?"

You looked at him, unable to stop smiling.

"I don't know."

You let the silence linger just long enough to make him wonder.

"I wasn't paying attention to the acting.”

-

By the time the last shot wrapped, the studio looked nothing like it had that morning. The lights that had bathed the set in soft, golden hues were being switched off one by one. Crew members moved briskly across the room, rolling up cables, carrying light stands back into storage cases, folding blankets that had been scattered across the bed for the final takes.

The illusion of a cozy apartment slowly disappeared, revealing the soundstage beneath it.

You stood near the monitor, thanking the director and the photographer for the day. Then, your assistant handed you a bottle of water, while you already discussed tomorrow's schedule.

Joe watched from across the room.

I should probably go, he thought. 

He'd already thanked everyone. He’d shaken hands and changed back into his jeans and a faded navy sweatshirt, his tote bag hanging loosely over one shoulder, his metro card turning absently between his fingers.

He was ready to go. 

Instead, he was still there. His eyes drifted toward you almost involuntarily.

You were laughing at something your assistant had said, your smile as effortless now as it had been the first time you'd walked over to introduce yourself.

God, you were stunning. 

Somehow, over the course of a single day, you'd gone from the world's most intimidating supermodel to someone he genuinely didn't want to say goodbye to.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

Just ask her, he thought. 

It couldn’t be so difficult, after all. He’d done it several times before. And yet he had never felt so nervous before, not even when he had to get on stage to perform in front of thousands of people. 

Can I...

No, too formal.

Would you maybe...

Worse.

He sighed under his breath.

"You look like you're rehearsing a speech."

Joe startled.

His agent stood beside him with an amused smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She glanced toward you.

"Mhm."

Then back at him.

"If you don't ask, someone else will."

Joe followed her gaze.

"What?"

She shrugged.

"She's gorgeous, funny, and she actually spent the entire day making sure you didn't have a nervous breakdown."

"...Thanks for reminding me."

"I'm serious."

She nudged his shoulder.

"Go."

Before he could talk himself out of it again, his feet were already carrying him across the studio.

You noticed him almost immediately.

"Hey."

"Hey."

For a second, neither of you spoke, the comfortable silence surprising both of you. Joe didn't look away. His eyes stayed on yours with a quiet sincerity that made it impossible to tell whether he was trying to memorize the moment or simply afraid that looking away might break it.

"So..." you smiled.

"So."

"You survived the day."

“Thanks to you."

You laughed softly.

"I told you it would get easier."

"You were right."

"I usually am."

"I've noticed."

He smiled, shifting his weight, gripping the strap of his bag a little tighter.

He knew it. This was the moment. 

Either ask or spend the next six months wondering what would've happened if he had.

He took a slow breath. "I was actually..."

He stopped.

You waited patiently.

"...I was wondering something."

"Okay."

His gaze dropped briefly to the floor before finding yours again.

"I know we've literally only known each other for a day..."

He let out a nervous laugh.

"And I know there's a very real possibility that I'm about to embarrass myself one last time."

You folded your arms loosely, unable to hide your smile.

“Uhm, this sounds interesting. Go on, I’m listening."

He smiled despite himself.

"I was wondering if..."

Another pause.

"...if you'd maybe want to get coffee sometime."

His words came out almost apologetically.

“No cameras this time."

He smiled.

“Or no one telling me where to stand or what to do."

You raised an eyebrow.

"No Calvin Klein underwear either?"

He laughed, the tension breaking instantly.

"Definitely not."

"That's a shame."

He eyebrows lifted.

“I think they looked really good on you."

A faint blush crept back onto his cheeks.

“Thank you, I guess.”

You tilted your head, amused by how easily he still blushed.

"I mean it."

Joe looked down for a second, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.

"I don't think I've blushed this much in my entire life."

“I find that pretty adorable.”

He groaned, covering his face for a second.

"Please don't make it worse."

"Too late.”

"...Way too late."

For a moment, all you could hear was the muffled chatter of the crew dismantling the set around you.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck for the hundredth time, his confidence wavering just enough to make you smile.

He cleared his throat. “Is that a yes then? Would you like to get coffee with me sometime?"

You looked at him for a beat, pretending to think about it.

"Mmm..."

Joe's stomach dropped.

"It's completely okay if you'd rather not. You don't have to—“

"What if we skipped the coffee?"

He looked up immediately, blinking. 

"...Skipped it?"

“We could go to dinner instead.”

For a second, he simply stared at you. Then a slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love that.” He let out a small laugh, still trying to catch up with the conversation. “Dinner sounds… perfect. When —”

“Are you free now?”

His eyes widened, visibly confused. 

“Now?" He repeated. “Like right now?” 

He glanced around the studio, momentarily convinced he'd misunderstood.

You nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving. I’ve been thinking about food since we wrapped the last shot.”

"Honestly? Same."

“I could really go for a burger.”

You paused for a moment, considering it.

"Or pizza. Actually, I could probably eat both.”

He laughed, the sound warm and effortless. 

"Now you're making me even hungrier."

"We've had a long day. I think we both deserved it.”

You looked at him expectantly as he was trying to process the fact that the woman he'd spent the entire day convincing himself was completely out of his league had just asked him out.

"I know a place," he said at last, a little more confidently this time. "It's about ten minutes from here."

“Good?"

A grin spread across his face.

"The best burgers in Manhattan."

You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“Careful. I take food very seriously.”

“Then you won’t be disappointed."

"What if I don’t like them?"

He pretended to think for a second.

"Then you get to pick the next place."

"Look at you," you teased. "Already assuming there's going to be a next time."

His smile softened.

"Well..."

He shrugged.

"I'm hoping there will be."

You smiled and gestured toward the studio exit.

"Lead the way. Let’s find out if you’re right.”

For the first time all day, Joe walked ahead of you without a trace of hesitation. Together, you made your way through the apartment and down the hallway, exchanging the occasional smile as members of the crew called out their goodbyes behind you.

When the building's front doors finally swung open, the warm evening air greeted you, carrying with it the familiar sounds of Manhattan settling into the night.

Joe couldn't help smiling to himself. That morning, he'd shown up on set terrified that he'd spend the day trying not to embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Instead, he was walking out of it with you beside him, on your way to dinner, feeling the luckiest man alive.

Neither of you knew it yet but this would be the first dinner of many.

-

You’re humming to yourself as you continue to string your beads, the colours flowing endlessly and blending together.

You’ve reached flow state at this point, the action of adding each colour becoming a monotonous rhythm that has you completely absorbed.

The sound of Bruce Springsteen comes crackling through your radio and you nod your head along to the beat.

The warm breeze of summer causes your curtains to flutter around your open window.

Considering you’re too absorbed in your current task, you fail to notice the sound of scuffed white sneakers shimmying over the side of your house and propelling themselves into your room.

A yelp sounds as a familiar body ricochets onto your bay window with a painful thud.

The crumpled sight of your boyfriend brings a wince and sympathetic smile to your face.

“I told you to stop doing that,” you remark mildly, barely looking up from your task as you tie off one end of the bracelet.

You pause to open your charms container to catch sight of anything that might seem worthwhile to add to the nearly completed jewelry piece.

“You could have some sympathy that I nearly broke my back in the name of love.” Steve groans, standing up and dusting himself off as he rubs at his spine.

You tsk soothingly, “poor baby, do you need me to kiss it better?” You pout mockingly.

Steve whines and shuffles over to the side of your bed that’s not covered with miscellaneous bracelet making materials.

“Yes actually.” He sniffs petulantly and you can’t help but eye him suspiciously as he stares at you imploringly.

You sigh, placing your bracelet down softly to lean over the bed and kiss the pout off of your boyfriend’s face.

“One day you’re actually going to hurt yourself and I’ll feel no sympathy for you” you mutter softly against his lips.

Steve frowns, tucking his head into your neck to press a soft kiss under your ear.

“That would be cruel and unusual punishment from you.” He remarks.

You pull away to tug at his ear in reprimand.

“Stop scaling my walls.” You insist.

Steve makes a face at you in petulance, “You’d think I was some random freak and not the love of your life the way you speak to me sometimes.”

You scoff, shaking your head with a smile and pulling yourself back to continue finishing off your bracelet.

“What’re you working on?” Steve perks up, peaking over your shoulder to watch as you add a small star charm between two beads.

You smile softly, “a bracelet.”

Steve’s smile widens and you can tell without looking at him that he’s hoping it’s his.

Steve doesn’t often get to show off the arts and crafts you’d chosen to bestow upon him—most of them just staying in and around his room at home.

But he always looks forward to the ones he can wear, items you’ve crotched or knitted. Bracelets or anklets that you’ve weaved that he displays with pride.

He’s almost too willing and ready to answer any given person who compliments him on them.

His chest will puff out in pride and giddy affection as he yaps on and on about how “my girlfriend made them! Aren’t they so cool? Yeah it’s completely all on her own and she hand picks all of the colours out herself—yeah it’s all completely handmade! She weaved the leather herself!”

You’d be embarrassed about how much pride he takes in your work when it’s more of a hobby than anything else but you can’t deny the warm fluttery feeling you get whenever someone asks for you to make them something because Steve had done such a good job pitching your work.

After going to a nice Mexican restaurant and then getting ice cream, all paid by him, which he had insisted on, he walked you up to your door at the end of the night.

“So I guess this is good night,” Steve sighed.

“I guess so,” you said, breaking your lips into a smile before reaching your hands up to cup his face. “Is this okay?” you whispered softly.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed before you closed the gap with a kiss on his lips, which he quickly deepened before pulling back with a boyish grin spreading across his face.

For a moment you stared at each other before you broke the silence. “Uh, do you want to come in for a glass of wine?” you asked softly.

“I’d love to,” Steve said.

You quickly turned around to unlock your door. Before stepping in, you turned nervously toward Steve. “Umm, just so you know, I have a stripper pole in my living room,” you said with a giggle before entering the house, leaving Steve in the doorway trying to process the words that had come out of your mouth.

He entered the house, and you locked the door behind him. before walking into the kitchen leaving steve to step into the living room, he was met with a silver stripper pole in the middle of the room. You came out of the kitchen with two glasses and a fancy bottle of wine to be met with a frozen Steve staring at your stripper pole, which made you giggle.

“You like what you see, Steve?” you purred.

Only for Steve to snap his neck to look at you like a deer in headlights.

“I-wha-no, huh-? I-“ Steve stammered, clearly flustered, which made you giggle even more as you made your way to the coffee table, placing the wine bottle and glasses on it.

“I can show you how it works if you want? I would just have to change quickly,” you offered while gesturing to your outfit, a pink baby doll top with a white mini skirt and white kitten heels.

“I-wow, no-what! No, I mean yes, I’d like that,” Steve mumbled, his cheeks turning a pink color.

You giggled before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

You opted for a black bikini set with lace on the trim and matching heels. After fixing your makeup and looking at yourself one final time, you confidently strutted out of the bathroom and into the living room, stopping in front of Steve.

His cheeks and ears turned a deep red color and his lips parted in an O as his grip on your throw pillow tightened, clearly hiding his hard-on underneath. “Wow,” Steve breathed out, his eyes raking down to your heels, then up your legs, your lacy panties, and your bra, before landing on your face.

“Do you want to pick a song?” you asked softly.

“I-no, you can pick what you want,” Steve muttered out quietly.

“Okay,” you said, bending down to kiss his cheek before walking over to your record player and placing the Rick James Street Songs vinyl on it. “Super Freak” played out loud before you strutted to the pole, leaning toward it. “You know, you’re the only person I’ve done this for, Steve,” you purred. “Have you seen a stripper pole before?”

Steve’s eyes were still wide. “I-no, this is my first time doing something like this.”

You giggled, circling around the pole. “Then we can be each other’s first,” you said before you hooked one leg around the cool metal arching your back as you spun slowly, letting the beat of the music guide your movements, you rolled your hips sensually, the lace of your lacy panties brushing against the pole as you slid down into a smooth squat.

thighs parting teasingly before rising again, Steve’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes locked on every movement and curve on your body.

you climbed higher than before inverting your self into a a upside down spilt, your breast threatening to spill from your lacy bra. When you righted yourself, you pressed your back against the pole, sliding down it while running your hands over your body—cupping your tits, trailing your fingers down your stomach, and playing with the waist band of your panties with your thumbs.

Steve shifted on the couch, moving thw throw pillow off his lap, his cock visibly straining against his pants now. “Fuck… you’re incredible,” he whispered hoarsely.

amused you dropped to your knees and your crawled your way to steve with a sultry smile.

You rose between his spread legs, pressing your barely covered breasts against his chest as you straddled on his lap. His hands finally moved, gripping your waist tightly.

You could feel how hard he was underneath you. Grinding slowly against his bulge, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, tongues tangling as the song’s bass pulsed through the room. Steve groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.

“Bedroom?” you breathed against his lips.

“Too far,” he whined.

in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back on the couch, peeling your bikini top off slowly and latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. You moaned loudly as he sucked hard, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud while his fingers pinched the other. His free hand pushed your panties aside, rubbing your swollen clit in slow circles before sliding two thick fingers deep inside your soaked pussy.

You arched into him, gasping. “Steve… please…”

He worked you open with his fingers, curling them against that perfect spot until your legs were shaking. Then he dropped lower, spreading your thighs wide and burying his tongue in your pussy. He licked and sucked like a man starved, focusing on your clit while his fingers kept thrusting. You came hard on his face, crying out his name as pleasure flooded your body.

Before you could recover, Steve stood, shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock was thick and heavy, the tip glistening. You slid off the couch onto your knees, looking up at him as you took him into your mouth. Steve groaned deeply, his hand gently threading through your hair as you bobbed on his length, swirling your tongue around the head and taking him deeper with every pass.

“Fuck, baby… your mouth feels so good,” he panted.

You sucked him eagerly until he pulled you up and bent you over the arm of the couch. He rubbed his cock along your slick folds before thrusting in deep from behind. The angle made you moan loudly as he filled you completely. Steve set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against your ass while one hand reached around to rub your clit.

He fucked you hard like this until your second orgasm hit, your pussy clenching tight around him. Steve pulled out slowly, flipping you onto your back again, and climbed between your legs. This time he entered you slowly, savoring every inch as he buried himself to the hilt.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he rocked into you. His thrusts were deep and steady, grinding against your clit with every movement. He kissed you messily, swallowing your moans while his hands roamed your body squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, and pinning your wrists above your head.

“I’m gonna come again,” you whimpered.

“Come with me,” he groaned.

You shattered around him for the third time, your whole body trembling. Steve followed right after, thrusting deep and spilling inside you with a long, guttural moan, filling you with pulse after pulse of his cum.

You both stayed locked together, breathing hard and covered in sweat. After a few moments, you cupped his face and whispered softly, “Stay the night, Steve. Please? I don’t want you to leave.” kissing his cheeks and then his nose.

He smiled warmly, still buried inside you, and kissed you tenderly on your lips. “I’d love to stay.”

You took his hand and led him to your bedroom and into the bathroom, turning on the water on the warmest setting. The two of you stepped into the shower together under the warm spray. It was gentle and intimate rather than sexual. Steve carefully washed your back and hair while you soaped his chest and shoulders. You traded soft kisses under the water, letting the day wash away. He wrapped you in a big fluffy towel afterward and carried you to bed.

You curled up against his chest, his strong arms holding you close, legs tangled together.

“So, do you do that for work?” Steve asked sheepishly. “Not like I would judge or anything.”

His question made you giggle against his chest.

“No, it’s kind of a hobby,” you replied. “I got the pole as a joke after getting drunk with my best friend, and I just kinda learned by myself. When I said you were the first person I’ve done this in front of, I meant it.”

You listened to his steady heartbeat for a moment before he spoke again. “Well, I’m really happy to be your first. God, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Steve breathed out.

Looking into his eyes, you spoke softly, “I really like you, Steve. I enjoy our time together.”

Steve smiled softly before kissing you on the lips. He pulled away just enough to speak. “I really like you too, and I’m willing to take you on as many dates as it takes till you become my girlfriend and get sick of me.”

You both giggled softly together before slipping into sleep as the exhaustion from the night finally caught up with you both.

Safe and warm in his embrace, you fell asleep together.

i actually did quite a little research about stripping before i wrote this so it could be as accurate as possible so enjoy my loves🥹

“Steve.”

“What?” he smiled, innocently dragging his nose up the column of your neck. He was grinning like he wasn’t aware that his hand was sliding over your inner thigh, lazily teasing at the edge of your cotton nightgown.

Your skin was still dewy. You’d hardly caught your breath. His legs were still tangled with yours. That’s what. 

“You want one more?” he asked, lowering his tone into something warm and gravelly in your ear, “I’ll give you another one, baby.”

His voice was slightly slurred with the effort he’d already expended, almost like he was well and truly drunk on you tonight. His weight pressed against your side, lying exactly where he’d collapsed just minutes ago.

“You just gave me one,” you reminded him, lithly tracing your fingers over his freckled arm. You felt him shiver against you at the delicate swirls of your fingernails. 

It would be hard to forget the climax he’d just given you, actually. In case he needed his memory refreshed, you touched your fingertips to the aggravated, red marks you’d raked down the expanse of his back with your nails.

Steve paused, pressing his lips to the junction of your neck and your shoulder, letting his mouth linger there. You felt him inhale you deeply before humming, the sound rumbling low in his throat. 

“I mean, yeah… but that’s not what I asked you.”

You sighed, shaking your head softly before pressing a kiss to his hair, burying your nose into the tousled strands that were perfumed with product. Your bodies felt weighed down to the mattress, both of you too lazy to pull up the sheets that had been shoved to the foot of his bed in a heap.

“What? You tired?” he grinned, picking his head up to look at you with his hazy, shining eyes, “Don’t tell me I wore you out.”

Steve shifted his weight, pressing the tip of his nose to yours. You watched his eyes flicker over your face, struggling to fully focus when you were this close, but desperate to admire the flush of your cheeks. 

“A little,” you admitted, unable to help the smile that broke out on your face in return.

“Yeah?” he cooed, tilting his head at you playfully, “I can go nice and slow, just give me the word.”

“I dunno,” you murmured, now carding your hand through his tufts of chest hair.

“What’s the matter?” he asked gently, bringing his fingers to the side of your face to caress your cheek. 

He stared at you for the few moments you took to respond, his gaze unwavering as he watched you avoid his lidded eyes. You could feel his curiosity simmering, his urge to draw the unspoken words out of you bit by bit.

“You know it takes longer the second time,” you whispered, “And I don’t wanna make you work too hard for it.”

“Oh,” he breathed, letting out a soft laugh of adoration.

Steve gathered your hand in his, bringing it to his lips as his eyes danced between yours.

“That’s what you’re worried about? C’mon,” he teased fondly, kissing your knuckles, “Honestly, I’m a little offended that you don’t trust in my stamina.”

You rolled your eyes at him, relishing his pout when you gently flicked his shoulder.

“It’s late! You have work in the morning!” you defended, your tone much less convincing when a giggle burst through your attempt to be stern. 

“Is it?” he answered sarcastically, widening his bleary eyes at you. Without breaking eye contact, Steve reached over to his nightstand, turning his alarm clock face down. “‘Cause… I don’t even know what time it is. I can go allll night long, baby.”

Steve’s hand slipped down the side of your neck, sliding his fingers under the thin, cotton strap of your nightgown. Soothingly, he lowered it, letting the fabric cascade down your arm. You exhaled slowly as he leaned in, his breath warm against your bare shoulder.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, “And I don’t wanna hear anything about my poor fingers getting tired or some bullshit like that.”

You imagine that being resurrected feels something similar to this. A tingling sensation that suddenly spreads under the thin fabric of your pajamas, an instant spike in body temperature. You let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the slow kisses he generously peppered across your skin, leaving no inch unbranded. Your head lolled to the side against the pillow, never more pleased to be left defenseless.

“Want you,” you whispered, unable to deny yourself for another second longer.

Steve groaned softly, giving your hip a slow squeeze that could only be understood as “thank god”.  With practiced ease, he lazily lifted your nightgown up and out of the way.

“I know,” he murmured, “I know. Gonna take care of it.”

He took his time, languidly reaching his hand down your stomach, then between your legs. His large hand urged you to inch your thighs apart, allowing him to spread his fingers out over your mound. You bit your lip, eyes cracking open to watch as he totally engulfed you with his palm. You could feel his boyish smile against your neck as your hips twitched lightly into his hand, undeniably just as enthralled as you.

Steve sighed heavily with satisfaction. You felt his nose nudge your temple as he settled in, shifting his body closer to yours. He moved slowly, rubbing his whole hand back and forth, the heel of his palm grinding over your clit. He knew better than to show off his usual dexterity when you’re still so sensitive to touch. You could tell he was paying close attention to your body, ready to adjust at the sign of a single flinch. It wasn't about making you see stars or waking up the neighbors this time around. It was a precious, stolen moment, moonlit and only for you.

“Feels good? Not too much?” he checked quietly.

You could feel his chest rise and fall deeply at your side, warm breaths fanning across your cheek. It was one of your favorite feelings, being completely surrounded by him, and only him.

“Mm. Not too much,” you murmured, your back arching lightly into his touch.

Steve nodded, gently pressing a delicate kiss to the column of your neck. 

“You can move, baby. Make yourself feel good, hon.”

Unhurriedly, you rocked yourself against his hand. You sighed softly at the soothing friction, the large surface of his palm causing a subtle current of pleasure deep inside of you. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, you chased the warm sensation, listening to the low creaking of the bedframe in time with your hips. You were still slick from earlier, your silky arousal gathering at his upper palm and aiding the leisurely slide of Steve’s hand. 

“Steve,” you breathed, smiling hazily as you reached out for him.

“Right here, baby,” he murmured, catching your wandering hand. He threaded your fingers together, bringing your linked hands to rest on your stomach, anchoring you to him.

The minutes dragged on, gauzy and honey-like in sweetness and pace. It was mostly quiet besides your breathing, and Steve’s sugary whispers meant only for his girl. “Love taking my time with you,” he’d murmured, his voice husky with slight drowsiness as his hand worked between your legs.

Eventually, you felt the heat begin to bloom, simmering and tightening at your abdomen in a slow crescendo. You squeezed his hand as a silent signal, a little secret message in the quiet of your bedroom.

“More,” you whispered, turning your head until the bridge of your nose grazed his. Steve responded with a soft, husky hum, always ready to please.

“Little more?” 

“Mhm.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, massaging his hand against your pussy with a little more pressure this time, the muscles in his bicep flexing subtly with his ministrations. He echoed your pleasure, groaning quietly into your mouth as you began to pant. Your fingers knotted into his hair, keeping him so, so close, like you couldn’t bear him being even an inch further.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he muttered between dreamy kisses.

It felt like a gentle undoing. Subtle sparks of pleasure that washed over you as opposed to the usual commotion of firework-like bursts. You could almost feel Steve’s heart swell as you unraveled for him, letting you ride out the waves against his palm without overwhelming you. 

Breaking the kiss, you buried your face against his neck, breathing him in deeply while his arms encircled you. Lazy contentment practically radiated from you both as you nestled in the quiet, fuzzy afterglow.

“Good?” he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by your unruly hair.

“Mmm…” you mumbled back, your fingers curling around his shoulder. Steve chuckled, willing to accept that as an answer. No words were needed when he could feel your satisfaction right down to your bones. 

of course you called and spoke to each other on facetime multiple times. but it was still different than to actually talk to him in person.

you missed him just like he missed you, and neither of you could wait for him to come home in less than a week.

it was the steady buzzing of your phone that ripped you out of your thoughts while you cleaned up the kitchen.

you put away the rag, taking your phone, smiling when you saw his name on the screen.

“i was wondering when you’d call. thought you might’ve forgotten me,” you teased him right after you accepted the facetime call, making him chuckle.

“ouch. so that’s what you think of me?” he answered with that stupid grin on his beautiful face.

you giggled softly, walking through your apartment as someone suddenly snatched his phone out of his hands.

“hi there,” a familiar voice sounded, and gaten grinned widely at you, showing you his perfectly grown teeth.

you could hear joe complaining in the background, and something like ‘give me that damn phone back, gaten’.

your giggle turned into a soft laugh, gaten’s grin replaced by joe’s face.

“it was nice to see you!” you said with a raised voice, hoping gaten still heard it.

his answer was muffled, hard to understand when joe already started to walk away.

“sorry, princess. i was just about to leave anyway.” a slight tilt of his head. “how’s my girl doing?” he added while he moved, probably back to his hotel room.

“she’s doing fine. misses you, that’s all,” you answered, reaching your bedroom and falling onto the bed, back against the mattress.

you held your phone right over your face so he had a good look on you from above.

he stepped inside his own room and closed the door behind him. “is that so?” there was a smile on his face, voice dropping an octave and you bit your bottom lip. “i know a few things that could help against that.”

you felt heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “yeah? tell me more…”

he shrugged, switching on the lights in his room so you could see is face again.

“mhmm. you better tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he replied, and your heart started to beat faster.

you slowly turned the camera down, giving him a good look at the black tank top, matching with his boxers.

“shit.”

the curse sounded breathless, almost like he’s been holding his breath while he looked at the view you’ve been showing to him.

“you have no idea how bad i want to touch you right now, baby,” he added then, and you looked back to the screen.

“i could do it for you if you want,” you offered, maybe a little too fast. but it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“can you take off your shirt for me?” his voice sounded strained, almost like he had to hold himself back from jumping through the screen right there.

you nodded slowly, sitting up again, placing the phone against one of your pillows so he had a good sight on you.

without waisting another second, you took off the tank top, exposing your breasts to him before throwing the fabric away.

a throaty growl escaped him when he saw you sitting in front of the phone like this, one the hand that wasn’t holding the phone already palming his erection through his pants.

“jesus christ, you wanna kill me, right?” he choked out, making you bite your bottom lip as you leaned forward, slowly crawling closer to the phone. “come back home soon. this is what’s waiting for you.”

“i can’t fucking wait for it,” he breathed, his gaze roaming over your chest. “play with your nipples.”

you watched him for a moment, before guiding one hand to your breasts, starting to play with your nipple while he watched you like a predator watches its prey. after that, you repeated the same action on the other side.

“fucking delicious,” he growled, the sound of his voice making you arch your back.

“oh my god, joe,” you whimpered, hips rocking forward.

“touch yourself, princess. give yourself the pleasure you need. but stay exactly like this. lemme watch you while you tear yourself apart f’me.”

he didn’t need to repeat himself.

your hand already slipped past the waistband of his boxers, touching your aching pussy.

a soft moan slipped from your mouth as you started to tease your lips, smearing the wetness there.

“talk to me, baby.” you heard joe’s voice through the lust that clouded your mind.

“so wet. so wet for you.” it came out a little breathless, slowly playing with your clit, circling your index finger around it.

it sent little jolts of electricity through your body and you leaned backwards on your heels, making sure that he could see all of how your body reacted to it.

you brushed your fingers through your folds, grazing over your entrance before pushing them inside, moaning out softly.

“christ, baby. if you could see yourself right now… i wish i could touch you. i wish…” he paused, groaning quietly, “i wish i could fuck you.”

you cried out softly, your walls clenching around your fingers, the thought of his cock inside of you—instead of your fingers—felt like pure agony since he was on the other side of the country.

“joe,” you whimpered, hips bucking mindlessly against your own fingers as you chased your release, hoping it would stop the unbearable ache in your lower abdomen.

when your thumb touched your clit again, rubbing over it i tight circles, the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came all over your hand, practically dripping onto the bedsheets.

just in time, you heard a muffled sound from where the phone leaned against your pillow, his screen black as the phone probably had fallen from his hands.

he picked it up a few heartbeats later, smiling awkwardly into the camera. “holy shit, baby. i just came in my pants,” he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but giggle, falling onto the bed.

“you’re kidding, right?” you asked, hiding your face behind your hands.

“not about that, promise,” he declared too fast if it was a lie.

“you’re incredible, keery,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly.

“and you’re absolutely beautiful. and i can’t wait to take you in my arms soon.”

he got quiet before meeting your gaze again. “no touching until we see each other again. the next time when you come like this…i want to be the one who does that to you. promise me, baby.”

“i promise…” you whispered back, your eyes already fluttering shut. “can’t wait to have you back home.”

you didn’t even notice when he hung up.

you’d already fallen asleep.

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the streetlights shone through the floor-deep windows, illuminating the darkness of your living room as you sat on the couch, a glass of wine in your hands.

it had been a long and exhausting day. and the worst part was that you haven’t heard from him in hours. maybe that was the reason why you held that glass against your lips. it was half empty, the alcohol giving your head a dizzy feeling already.

slowly, you stood up from where you were sitting on the couch, swaying slightly as you tried to keep your balance.

“dammit,” you cursed.

and when you finally felt steady on your feet, you made your way to your headphones, which lay on the counter on the other side of the room.

of course, you could also watch a movie. but that wasn’t what you needed right now.

you switched on the music, starting to move to it, swaying your hips with the rhythm.

soon you were dancing around in your living room, enjoying it just being you, your favourite songs and your best friend named wine—that never failed to let you down.

but it only took you a few minutes before you got too exhausted, falling down on the couch again, eyes to the ceiling.

fuck, there was this feeling again.

that thrumming pulse between your legs, and the despair of feeling your boyfriend’s body on top of you.

it had been too long.

and even though you promised him to not touch yourself again until he came back, you just couldn’t stop yourself.

you needed him, and it was bad.

so all you did, was to let your fingers slip past the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, finding yourself soaked.

your hips bucked up involuntarily, searching for friction as you teased your entrance with your fingers, triggering that sensation.

but you didn’t want to wait any longer. you’ve really waited long enough.

the music still played softly over your headphones as you started to circle your clit torturously slow, building up the pleasure.

it happened fast—thanks to the alcohol in your system—and soon your hips bucked up into thin air, your inner walls clenching painfully around nothing.

your breath quickened and you knew you were close.

but right before you could fall over that edge of pure bliss, a hand clamped down over your eyes.

you jumped instantly, all that pleasure gone as pure adrenaline rushed through your body. you turned your head, looking into the familiar eyes of your boyfriend who looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

“fucking hell, joe. you scared the shit out of me,” you gasped after you ripped the headphones off your head.

you were still a little out of breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart.

“and you broke your promise. think we’re pretty much even. i thought no touching until i’m back home,” he replied, slowly moving around the couch so he was standing right in front of you.

without waiting for an answer, he took your hand—the one that had been in your pants only seconds before—and brought it up to his face.

he breathed in deeply, inhaling your scent before closing his lips around them, sucking off the remaining taste of you.

the air got caught in your throat as you watched his eyes close, tongue swirling around your fingertips until he pulled away with a wet pop.

for a moment, you weren’t even sure if this was real or if it just happened inside your head after you’d fallen asleep on the couch. but he was definitely there, you felt it in the way your body reacted to his presence.

“joe…” you started but didn’t come far. he sat down on the couch next to you, pulling you with him, forcing you to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“after six hours on a plane and one hour in a taxi after that… i come home to this. you… almost about to cum on your own fucking fingers. though you promised to wait,” he nearly growled, his grip tightening on you.

“what are we gonna do about that?”

you swallowed hard, not finding the right words but you didn’t have to—joe already knew exactly what he was gonna do.

“ride my thigh.”

it wasn’t a question.

it was a command.

“but i-“

he cut you off by grabbing your chin gently but firm, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“ride. my. thigh.”

he repeated it, even more firm than the last time, and you finally obeyed.

you positioned yourself above his right thigh, slowly grinding down on it.

the sensation felt too good on your already swollen clit, and you moaned out quietly.

“yeah, just like that,” joe hummed, one of his hands sliding to your back, the other into your hair.

his words urged you to move faster, rubbing yourself against him through your clothes.

your breath quickened again, your body still on edge from your former encounter.

so it didn’t take long until he had you where he wanted you falling apart on top of him, cumming into your pants—just like him a few days ago—while his name left your lips over and over again.

you sank against him when you came down from your high, forehead pressed against his shoulder.

he buried his face in your hair, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and something so unmistakably you, holding you in his arms.

“i’m sorry i broke the promise.” your voice felt agonizingly loud in the silence of the room—maybe it was because of the ringing sound in your ears. “i just… i missed you. and i couldn’t wait for you to come back home.”

joe chuckled softly, pushing you away only far enough so he could look into your eyes.

“it’s okay. i forgive you, baby,” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands, finally pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you let out a hum, your eyes closing as you deepened the kiss. as your mouths moved together, you started to shift on his hips, feeling his clothed erection pressing against your core.

but he stopped your right there.

“hey,” his grip tightened on your face. “i’m pretty exhausted from my flight. i don’t think i can do much tonight.”

by now you realized the deep shadows under his eyes, suddenly feeling bad for even trying to get him to more.

“i’m so sorry, i-“

he drowned the words in another kiss and you placed one hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble growing back underneath your palm.

“let’s go to bed, hm?” he suggested softly, his hand slipping underneath your ass as he stood up, your body still on his hips.

your legs tightened around him while he carried you, both of you giggling as you fell on the mattress together.

you didn’t even remember at which point sleep got you.

all you actually did remember was, that your head was pressed against his chest, the steady beat of his heart underneath your ear.

the next thing you knew was that feeling. it was probably also the reason why you woke up.

little sparks exploding in your abdomen, causing the first soft moans to slip past your lips.

then you felt him move between your legs. or more—his head.

his hands were on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue lapped on your pussy.

“joe…” you moaned, still half-asleep, your hand finding its way into his hair. “oh, f-fuck…”

“morning, baby,” he hummed, the deep sound of it rumbling through your body, your walls clenching around nothing.

“oh my god.”

it was the only thing you got out, your back arching off the bed when his tongue swirled around your clit.

you only got wetter, your hips rocking up against his face. “joe…”

“shhhh…”

his grip on your thighs tightened, pushing you down, keeping you from moving. “just let me take care of you,” he continued, his fingers teasing your hole but not pushing inside.

you whimpered, the need to feel something inside almost killing your still sleep-hazed head.

“fuck baby, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his tongue licking up a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

then he finally pushed it inside, gathering more of your arousal before swallowing it down.

“god, baby. y’taste so good,” he groaned into your heat, and you whimpered again, your hand moving into his hair as the other clenched into the sheets.

“joe… oh god… please,” you cried out, trying to catch your breath while he pushed his tongue in and out of you at a relentless pace.

he didn’t answer you this time, just focused on you and those sweet little sounds that left your lips over and over again.

his fingers found your bundle of nerves, rubbing gently over it, grinning against you as your body trembled violently.

“joe, i-i can’t…”

“i know, it’s okay. cum for me, baby. wanna taste you,” he whispered, sending you over the edge.

you came, coating the lower half of his face with your juices as the world spun around you, little whimpers leaving your lips.

he took everything you offered, lapping at you for dear life, moaning into you until there was nothing left.

“joe…” you tried to pull him away from you, his hair soft like silk between your fingers.

“please, baby… i need you inside of me.”

joe moved away, crawling up your body, his chin glistening from your juices. “god, i missed you so much,” he said quietly, kissing you softly, letting you taste yourself on him.

“mmmmh…”

you couldn’t say more, his cock already nudging at your entrance, only the tip slipping inside of you.

you didn’t remember when he got out of his clothes, you couldn’t care less.

all you could think of was to finally feel him again after that awfully long time of two months.

both of you panted heavily as he slid deeper, his thick cock stretching your walls in the most delicious way.

he didn’t stop until he was completely buried inside of you, his breath mixing with yours. “you feel so… fucking incredible,” he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours, slowly starting to move.

the first thrust caused you to moan into each other’s mouths as you half-kissed, and right after the next followed.

he fucked you slow and gentle into the mattress, waking you up even more, holding himself upright on his elbows on either side of your head.

your nails scratched down his back, leaving little marks in their wake, making him hiss again.

“please… harder…” you panted, your legs locking around his waist, pushing him deeper.

“as you wish, princess.”

with that, he increased his pace and soon the slapping of his balls against your ass, just as the little sounds you made, were the only thing that was heard in your bedroom.

“fuck, joe!” you whined, your whole body trembling from the sensation that cursed through your body.

he reacted to it, taking one of your hands, pressing it down on the mattress right next to your head, lacing your fingers with his.

“i’m here, baby,” he pressed out, his voice laced with lust, lips brushing along your jaw. “i’m right here. you wanna cum? you wanna cum on my cock?”

his words reached your ears through the pleasure, and you nodded your head frantically.

“use your words. let me hear how much you want it.”

“please, joe. please lemme cum,” you whimpered, your fingers tightening around his as he still held your hand down.

“good girl.”

the praise made your walls flutter wildly, and he let go of your hand, reaching down to add extra pressure on your clit.

that was all you needed to fall apart underneath him, whimpering and moaning softly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

you called out his name, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving little crescents behind.

he kissed along your jaw as he continued to fuck you through your climax but wasn’t nearly finished with you yet.

you only had a few minutes to catch your breath before he rolled you over, bringing you on top of him.

you didn’t need a command from him, you knew what he wanted. and you where pleased to give it to him.

you took his hands, holding them up in the air as you intertwined your fingers with his, slowly starting to rock your hips.

“f-fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his grip on your hands tightening.

your head fell back into your neck when you felt him twitch inside of you, so deep it sent sparks up your spine.

“you feel s’good around me, baby,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet your movements.

it didn’t make you stop, it only urged you to move faster. you knew he was close when you heard his breathing change.

“fuck, baby! i’m gonna cum… f-fuck…” he warned, and with one last deep thrust, he emptied his balls deep inside of you, coating your walls with thick ropes of his cum.

his body shook and trembled underneath you, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

he looked like pure sin.

the most beautiful sin you’ve ever seen in your life and you’d never get enough of it.

you leaned forward, now pressing his hands on the mattress at either side of his head, nose nuzzling against his sweaty neck.

“i’m glad you’re back,” you whispered, breaking the silence between you.

he squeezed your hands gently. “me too, princess. i promise, next time i’m gone for that long, i’m taking your with me. even though i really enjoy what happens when i come back home and you miss me.”

“oh, shut up. i was drunk,” you giggled, letting go of his hands so he could wrap his arms around you, his cock softening inside you.

“lame excuse, baby,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

it caused you to giggle, both of you gasping when you rolled off of him, causing his cock to slip out, your mixed juices leaking from your pussy.

“soo, what now?” you asked, turning your head to look at him.

he seemed to think for a few seconds, then grinned mischievously. “now… i’m gonna eat you out again, making sure you’re ready for round two, sweet girl. we still got a lot to catch up to.”

you didn’t get to answer as he positioned himself on top of you again, his head already diving back between your legs.

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