Welcome to the Circus

Eddie had been planning it for weeks.

Not a monster-infested mess. Not an alien-assisted threesome. Just...normal. Sweet. The kind of birthday you’d never had but definitely deserved. He’d booked a table at that Italian place you liked. He’d practiced saying things like “burrata” and “polenta.” He’d even put on a button up shirt. Black. Clean. Tucked in.

And Venom?

Venom had been told—in no uncertain terms—to stay inside. Which went about as well as asking a cat not to knock something off a shelf.

“Do you really think she wants this?” Venom whined in Eddie’s head while he tried to fix his hair in the mirror.

“You think she doesn’t want a normal night for once?”

“I think she likes us when we are ourselves.”

“She likes peace and cake and people not staring while she eats garlic bread.”

“No no she likes tentacles—”

“GOODBYE.”

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You were already dressed when he picked you up. And you looked… radiant. Just glowing. Simple dress. Warm smile. You even wore that necklace he got you from a street vendor last winter. The one he pretended wasn’t a big deal but nearly passed out paying for. He stood in the doorway like an idiot for five full seconds before remembering how words worked.

“Hey. You, uh. You look wow...incredible fuck I mean--you-you look beautiful, like always..”

You beamed. “You’re pretty wow yourself. Is that a shirt with buttons?”

He smiles prideful before nodding, “I’ve evolved doll.”

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Dinner started fine. You laughed. You shared a bottle of wine. Eddie made it halfway through an appetizer without sweating.

No one got eaten. No one exploded. The waiter didn’t run away screaming.

For a moment, he actually thought, This is working. I’m doing it. She’s smiling and nothing is on fire.

Then Venom muttered, “You forgot her real cake.”

Eddie froze mid-chew.

“What?”

Venom rumbled, smug. “You told me not to touch it. So I didn’t. I left it in the oven.”

Eddie dropped his fork. You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing!” he squeaked. “Just ugh...hot bite. Not important.”

Venom sighed dramatically. “It was triple fudge with espresso ganache. I sculpted a mini-you on top."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "it looked like shit." Venom gasped even more dramatically, "I AM OFFENDED AGAIN."

Eddie mumbled a 'good' before turning his attention back to you.

The rest of the night was... almost normal.

Until a drunk guy at the bar made a comment about your dress. Eddie tensed. You brushed it off.

Venom did not.

One minute you were heading for the door, the next minute—CRASH.

The guy who hit on you slid across the tile floor, covered in soda and sauce and something definitely not human. You turned slowly. “Eddie.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t do it! I mean, I did, but not technically--” Venom loomed behind him, inky and furious.

“He looked at her.”

“He...he did say ‘mommy,’” Eddie added grimly. Venom snapped his teeth. “We will bite off his entire skull.”

You sighed, half-laughing despite yourself. “It was going so well.”

Eddie cringed, “I know.”

“I was going to kiss you in the parking lot.”

Eddie groaned. “V. What the fuck, man—”

“I WAS DEFENDING HER HONOR.”

You didn’t get dessert at the restaurant. But Eddie carried you home from the car anyway—just because he could. And Venom, pouting, slithered down your arm with something that looked like a singed, slightly molten birthday candle. “I tried.”

“You sure did, bud,” you said, patting his goo gently.

The cake was still in the oven. It had collapsed in the middle like a black hole of chocolate. Eddie nearly cried.

But you ate it straight from the pan while straddling him on the couch. Venom purred with pride. Eddie licked frosting off your finger.

And when you whispered, “This was still the best birthday I’ve ever had,”

Eddie pulled you in, kissed your shoulder, and muttered:“…Next year we’re doing Chuck E. Cheese.”

Venom howled. “I DEMAND TOKENS.”

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The cake was half-eaten. The wine was gone. The night had spiraled into absolute chaos. And Eddie?

Eddie had you in his lap on the couch, his hands gripping your thighs, lips trailing down your neck as he whispered over and over again: “I was trying to be normal…”

You giggled, warm and flushed from the wine and his mouth. “You forgot the part where I liked it.”

“You weren’t supposed to have to like this,” he muttered. “You were supposed to have a three-course dinner and cake that didn’t look like it fell out of a black hole—”

“I liked the black hole.”

Venom’s voice rumbled approvingly from where he stretched slick and lazy across your shoulder like a living scarf. “She likes us.”

Eddie looked half-exasperated, half-dazed, eyes dark with heat. “You like when my parasite ruins the night?”

“I like it when you stop pretending I'd ever want anyone else.”

That did it.

Eddie surged up, kissed you hard, hands cupping your jaw like he wanted to melt into you. His tongue slipped past your lips with a groan, and you moaned right back—arching into his chest as Venom coiled around your waist with a low, vibrating growl.

“You’re ours,” Venom said. “Let us show you.”

You barely remembered being lifted off the couch. Eddie carried you to bed like it was instinct—like his body was on autopilot, chasing your skin, your voice, the way you whispered “please” like it was a prayer.

By the time you hit the sheets, your dress was gone. Tossed somewhere in the chaos. Eddie settled between your thighs, kissing a line down your ribs, your hip, your inner thigh—

“I wanted to make this romantic,” he said, lips brushing where you were already slick. “Wanted candles. Music.”

“You lit me a candle,” you whispered. “And Venom threatened a man. That’s romance to me.” Eddie rolled his eyes, then grinned against your skin. Then—finally—he licked a long, slow stripe through your folds, and your whole body jolted.

“Oh—fuck—”

He groaned into you, tongue working you open, hungry and messy and desperate. His fingers dug into your thighs as you rocked your hips against his mouth. Above you, Venom stretched over your chest—cool, slick tendrils wrapping gently around your wrists, pinning them to the bed without pressure.

“Look at you,” Venom purred. “So needy. So sweet.”

You whimpered as Eddie sucked on your clit, pulling a gasp from your throat.

“Told you,” he muttered, voice muffled, “told you we’d make it up to her.”

“You are still under review,” Venom replied dryly. “But this is a good start.”

You came once just from Eddie’s mouth—crying out his name, hips trembling, thighs clenching around his head. He loved it, moaning into you, dragging it out with slow, savoring licks until you squirmed from the sensitivity.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he rasped, kissing up your stomach. Venom slithered down one thigh, lazy and pleased. “Do it again.” You blinked, dazed. “Again?”

“Yes.”

Eddie grinned. “Don’t tempt us, birthday girl.”

“I—” You tried to catch your breath, but they weren’t waiting. Eddie leaned over you, one hand bracing beside your head, the other sliding down to guide his cock against your entrance.

You felt full before he even moved.

“You ready?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded. Venom coiled loosely around your neck, almost like a necklace. “She’s always ready for us.”

Eddie fucked you so slow. He wanted to feel everything. Every little sound you made, every flutter of your walls around him, every time you clawed at the sheets like you were about to fall apart. “So good” he whispered against your throat. “You’re so good for me.”

Venom wrapped around your waist, slick tendrils gliding along your hips, your breasts, your throat. Not squeezing. Just reminding you—they were everywhere. Surrounding you. Worshipping you.

Eddie’s thrusts started to get rougher. Venom tightened just enough to make you gasp. “You like it when we claim you,” Venom growled.

“Yes—yes, I—fuck—Eddie!”

Eddie groaned as you clenched around him, as your moans turned to cries. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gonna come for me again?” You nodded desperately. “Please, Eddie, please—”

Venom purred. “Come on, pretty girl. Show us how much you love*being ours.”

You shattered. Head thrown back. Body writhing. Voice breaking on their names.

Eddie came right after—deep inside you with a low growl, forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go. Venom eased away, but not completely—his tendrils still brushing your sides, your thighs, your chest in slow, soothing waves.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “You are perfect.”

You were wrecked. Sweaty. Shaking. Dripping with their praise and their love and your own high, stretched out in Eddie’s arms with Venom curled protectively around you both.

Eddie kissed your hair, your jaw, and your temple. “Next year,” he whispered, “we’re gonna try the candles again. And the restaurant. And the actual cake.” You smiled sleepily against his chest. “Next year I want this again.” Venom’s voice rumbled, smug. “We told you.”

Eddie groaned. “God, he’s never gonna let this go.”

You kissed the edge of Eddie’s jaw. “Happy birthday to me.” He pulled you close. Venom sighed, purring. "Everyday is yours baby."

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Evan seems like the guy that would be into thigh-fucking if i’m honest.

Your thighs holding his cock, whether that be him sitting somewhere and you on his lap, your back against his chest as he lifts you up and down, his cock being stroked by your thighs while rubbing along the slit of your wet cunt or rubbing along your own cock, or laying in bed on your sides.

Imagine it being late, you two are both way too tired to fuck properly, so he did the next best thing that was close enough. Having your thighs stroke his cock, his hands running over your body while he lazily moves his hips back and forth, murmuring and drooling against the back of your neck and/or shoulder.

Or it being so early in the morning, you two both having work in just a few hours, the sheets loosely on your bodies as he slowly slips your sleep-bottoms down your legs until they were around your ankles, along with your panties/boxers, maybe even using the fabric of them to rub along the tip of his cock for more friction.

Thinkin’ bout blowing Evan while sitting under his desk while he puts together a D&D campaign.

He’s doing his best to focus but your mouth is just too good. His hips bucking up and heavy breathing. That man is vocal.

One hand resting on the back of your head, his head slung back on his chair. He lost his train of thought a while ago.

Asking you to "Keep going, baby. M’so close. Just a lil more. Yeah.. just- just like that.."

He has to restrain himself a little when you hollow your cheeks just right, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. An undignified moan falling from his lips.

It was a hot day in July, almost reaching 85°F (29.4°C). You were sweating your ass off, even with the A/C going and the fans blasting in several different rooms of the house.

Evan had said he had to go out and do some stuff, and you opted to stay home. No way in hell were you going out in this kind of heat.

You were sure the soles of your shoes would melt to the damn asphalt, and your patience with how other people were acting in this heat, would wear thin.

So here you were, practically melting on Evans couch, wondering what kind of hell you had to endure with it being this hot outside.

You didn’t even bother to sit up when you heard Evans keys jingle in the door. Back from grocery shopping or whatever mundane task he had run out to do.

“Heya sweetheart.”

Evan was grinning from ear to ear, both hands behind his back. He was trying so hard to bite back a laugh at the way you were sprawled out on his couch. Evan sauntered over to the couch, shoulders swaying with each step he took.

“Guess what,”

Evan crouched down by where your head was resting. He had his tongue pressed against one of his cuspids, almost shaking from excitement with whatever he had to surprise you with.

“You figured out how to turn this damn heat off.”

It was more of a rhetorical answer. Although, you wouldn’t be mad if he had bought an industrial grade air conditioner.

Evan pouted at that, cocking his head to the side. He knew you got cranky while it was hot, but damn. That was fine, he could make up for it.

“Nooo, but I did get us tickets to the fair. The one by the coast.”

He really put emphasis on the coast portion of the surprise. Because usually that meant there was more of a breeze, and it was a lot cooler.

You immediately shot up from the couch, staring down at him with a slack jaw. The fair? It was way too hot to be going outside, nevertheless to a fairground.

“The fair? Ev, it’s so hot out-”

Your sentence was cut off by Evans soft shushing, holding a finger up. Like he was about to make the most impactful statement that mankind has ever heard.

“It’s by the coast.”

You just stared at him. Yeah, you heard that part. But it was hot, and that heat was clouding your judgement. But honestly? That stupidly adorable look on Evans' face made you melt immediately.

At least, faster than this heat could have. How could you say no to your sweet boyfriend? He’s only trying to make you feel better. You know he would absolutely drop it if you asked, but a nice coastal breeze did sound pretty nice.

You slouched a bit, sighing and rubbing your hands over your face. 

“Okay, fine. But if it gets too hot we leave, deal?”

Your brow arched up, and Evan immediately shot up in victory, pumping his fists in the air. The two tickets still in the one hand he had behind his back.

“Yes! Deal!”

Evan immediately sprinted towards the bedroom, probably to get changed. This man was so excited for the fair, it was absolutely adorable.

The car ride was pretty nice, the windows rolled down, A/C blasting at the same time. Music blasting through the old speakers. You and him were belting along, driving down the freeway like your life depended on it.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was the parking. As soon as it came to rain or massive events, it was like nobody knew how to drive anymore. It was infuriating, but Evan handled it like a champ.

Or well, as well as he could without cursing someone out through his window. By some miracle of the gods, he managed to find a spot somewhat close to the entrance. 

The fact that he cut off a 2016 ford escape to actually get the spot was never mentioned between either of you. Because it was a spot, and Evan was hoping that douche wouldn’t come back to key his car or something.

Evan was practically pulling you towards the entrance like an excited puppy. His grin so wide it might as well have cut his cheeks wide open.

“We gotta eat so much food- oh and I’m like.. The best at fair games. Not to brag.”

Evan puffed out his chest proudly, he was absolutely bragging. He was babbling off things you both had to do at the fair. Funnel cake, go on rides, Evan winning you as many prizes as he possibly can.

“And, I have a surprise for you, at the end.”

He refused to elaborate further, just pulling you along. Evan practically threw the tickets at the ticket dude. You had to physically yank him back and apologize to the poor kid, who just shrugged like it was a normal Tuesday.

“Ev- slow down-!”

You laughed, stumbling behind him. You both ran up to one game, the ring toss. A classic. Evan cracked his knuckles, then his neck right afterwards.

“Don’t worry, sweets. I got this.”

He handed a five dollar bill to the person standing behind the counter. The dude handed him three rings and stepped back, looking like he was regretting all of life's decisions.

Evan carefully stood back, bracing himself dramatically. Tossing one of the cheap plastic red rings onto a bottle. He was actually able to make the first one. Then, he confidently tossed the second one. Missing by a fraction.

Evan frowned and shook his head, rolling his shoulders back and tossing the last ring. He made it, but was only able to get you the small stuffed duck rather than the large stuffed animal he had hoped.

“Thank you, honey.”

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, clutching your stuffed duck in both arms like it was made of gold. This action immediately shifted his demeanor back into the soft, loving boyfriend you knew and loved.

Immediately afterwards he was herding you towards another game. He was so badly trying to impress you, even though you were already dating. And it was honestly kind of cute.

The infamous ‘Hook-a-Duck’ game was up next. And honestly, Evan was actually a little nervous for this one. He knew he was shit at it, but decided to take a crack at it anyways. He had to get three ducks for a big prize, one got a measly ring pop.

Evan was so meticulous, you would have thought he was deactivating a bomb. He hooked one, but didn’t celebrate yet. He couldn’t, not when two more rubber duckies were on the line here. It was a very serious matter.

Evan barely missed the second one by mere centimeters. And he completely gave up on the last one, disappointed in himself for that loss. He set the pole down, looking over his shoulder at you.

You were turned around, examining the fairgrounds around you. The different food vendors, the different games, and the rides. You were none the wiser as Evan slipped a twenty out of his pocket.

“Can you do me a favor? The blue one.”

He was really hoping this would work, and that this kid wouldn’t call security on them. Evan watched the kid eye the twenty dollar bill and shrug, snagging it out of his hand.

Evan immediately spun around on his heels, holding the giant blue stuffed animal in his hands as soon as it was given to him.

“See? I still got it.”

He beamed at your smile, the glisten in your eyes when they landed on the big fluffy creature. At this point you were going to have no room in your arms if he kept this up.

“C’mon, one more game, I promise.”

He bounced on the balls of his feet, arms swinging by his sides. Clearly proud over the fact that he won you some prizes already. But he was going to make sure you never found out about Evan bribing the kid at the counter with a twenty dollar bill.

The last game was the classic balloon popping game. Which, thankfully for Evan, he was pretty good at. He held the darts in his hand, looking at each of the colorful balloons with increased suspicion.

One dart flew through the air, pop. One balloon popped, then another, and the last one missed by just a hair. But, you were happy. Especially considering he won you a small puppy stuffed animal.

And that was something he could live with. But now both of your stomachs were growling. And Evan knew he was about to fuck up some funnel cake.

You gravitated towards the burger stand. The line was insanely long, but you didn’t care much in all honesty. The food smelled absolutely fantastic right now. Evan diverted for the corn dogs.

Eating like he had never been fed in his life, he barely waited until his name was called to start chowing down on the corn dog. 

“Slow down, you’re going to throw up if you keep eating fast.”

You were no better, choking down the overpriced burger. It wasn’t that good for how expensive it was, but it filled your stomach, so that was all you cared about.

You were no better, choking down the overpriced burger. It wasn’t that good for how expensive it was, but it filled your stomach, so that was all you cared about.

“Nuh-uh.”

Evan retorted, mouth full of corn dog. That made you laugh, Evan was always stubborn to prove people wrong. And you saying that may have been a mistake, because now he was chewing even faster.

You just rolled your eyes, taking another bite of burger. You had carefully placed each stuffed animal in the chair next to you. The duck, the dig, and then the biggest, your favorite animal.

“They only had blue.”

Evan said, letting the stick of the corndog fall onto the small paper plate they had given him. He sounded almost sad, mainly because he wasn’t able to get you all massive stuffed animals.

“I love it,”

You carefully reached across the table, cupping Evans cheek in your hand. Smearing a bit of burger grease on his cheek. Evan nodded, smiling at that before waggling his eyebrows at you.

“I appoint you in charge.”

Evan pointed a finger at all three stuffed animals, staring them down. Before you could even ask him what that was about, he was gone from the table. Lost against the sea of people. 

You panicked for just a second, when you remembered, he would never just leave you alone, especially not right now. So, you continued to eat your clown sized burger.

You weren’t sure why the portions they served here were so big. You would have to look into that when you got home. But for now, you were just enjoying the greaseball that was your food.

Before you knew it, Evan was back in his seat across from you. Two plates of funnel cake. And it was absolutely massive. You almost choked on your burger just looking at it, no way were you finishing an entire funnel cake after eating that burger.

Evan slid a place towards you, and then pulled the other plate towards himself. He didn’t even use the fork they provided, just bare hands digging into the cake. He was getting powdered sugar all over himself.

It brushed in his nose, dusting his shirt, and the syrup smeared across his cheeks. But he didn’t even notice, just chewing and groaning like it was the best thing he had ever eaten.

“You gonna eat that?”

He pointed to the funnel cake sitting in front of you. You had eaten a bit of it, but you were stuffed from that burger. Your eyes flicked down to the funnel cake then back up to Evan. He was eyeing the plate like a starving lion.

Reluctantly you pushed the plate towards him.

“Just a little bit.”

You warned, still taking pieces off with your fork. You should have known better, you really should have. He inhaled it like a vacuum, sitting back against the chair, hand braced against his stomach.

“Feels like I'mma puke.”

He mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. No wonder he felt like shit. He’d eaten a corndog and one and a half funnel cakes. 

“I told you not to eat so fast.”

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, watching Evan scoff and wave a hand in your general direction.

“Psht. I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. It was so obvious that he was not fine. But okay, if he was fine.

“Okay, I wanna ride the Whirl.”

Evans eyes shot open, hands moving to clutch at the table. His eyes wide and panicked, he immediately shook his head no.

“No, nono. I will vomit.”

He finally admitted defeat, looking over his shoulder at the setting sun. Evan immediately shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand.

You barely had any time to grab your prizes before he was pulling you in a general direction.

“Where are we going?”

You were flabbergasted, looking at Evan with pure confusion. 

“It’s a surprise.”

Was all he responded with, he had almost completely forgotten about the surprise he had planned for the both of you.

Evan had covered your eyes, steering you through the crowd. Doing his best to keep you from walking face first into a tree, or a pole.

“Surprise!”

He carefully uncovered your eyes, standing in front of the ferris wheel with a smile. The line was somehow almost empty. Everyone was probably heading home, or getting food.

“I thought you said you were too sick to ride any rides?”

Evan just shrugged, like the ferris wheel was an exemption. He grabbed your hand, carefully leading you up the platform, slotting together in the seats.

The view from up high was absolutely beautiful. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of deep orange and pink. Evans' arm snaking around your shoulder, pulling you close to his body.

You sank into him, watching the setting sun on the ferris wheel. Evan placed a soft kiss at the top of your head, tightening his grip on you just a little bit.

You looked up, wanting to catch a glimpse of Evan looking at the sunset. But he wasn’t, he hadn’t even registered the sunset at all.

He was looking at you, pupils blown wide, a massive dopey smile spread across his face.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He murmured softly, leaning forward to give you a soft kiss on the lips. Completely forgetting about the disgusting heat from earlier.

The whole gang was hanging out at Evan's house tonight - Jeff and Jessa were snuggling on the stairs, Alex was slouched across the couch playing video games with Vinnie, and Jessie was playing on the carpet with Sparky.

Evan had been back and forth between the basement and the kitchen while he cooked dinner, and hed asked you to help him with the stove while he finished up what was in the oven.

And obviously, you were happy to.

Hell - aside from the obvious, just getting a few minutes alone with him made your stomach erupt in butterflies.

You and Evan had been friends for a while, after Jessie had introduced you two back in highschool. And the feelings had eventually turned into something more.

Jessie swore up and down he was into you - "trust me, I would know" she giggled. But you shrugged her off. Evan was so... loud. And confident. If he had shared feelings for you, why wouldn't he just say it?

And you never made a move out of fear from messing up the whole group. You really liked them all, and they were practically Evan's siblings. You *really* didn't want to lose them.

While you took care of stirring and draining the pots on the stove, Evan worked at the pans he had in the oven, sprinkling his time between actually cooking and typing away on his phone.

He didn't usually spend so much time in his phone, he wasn't really a tech guy anyway. What the hell had him glued to his screen?

You eyed him as he put the cook ware down, returning to his phone once again. His teeth found purchase in his lip as he clicked his keyboard.

"You busy?" You laughed a little, raising an eyebrow.

Evan's gase snapped up to you, cheeks flushing slightly red. "Huh? No... uh, just..." He chuckled and set his phone on the counter, going back to finishing up what he'd been doing. "That damn phone, huh?" He joked.

You laughed - but now you were more curious than ever. What the fuck was going on with him?

You leaned against the cabinet, giving him a playful smirk. "What, you getting nudes over there?"

"Ha, ha." He rolled his eyes. "I wish."

Before you could push any further, he took a steoh back with a loud sigh. "Alright - dinner is finally about done! I'll go get the others - thanks for helping!" He called, heading off down the hall - leaving you in a stunned silence. That was... sudden. What the fuck...?

You looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do now.

Was it something you said?

His phone made a sound again, drawing your attention. He left it completely unlocked -likely by accident.

It was wrong. It was so wrong. But you were too curious.

You crept over to the counter, pausing to listen and make sure nobody was coming up the stairs. When you were certain you were safe, you took a glance.

The screen was open to his text messages with Vince.

Vince > lol u need to get railed instead of sending ME this

Your eyebrow shot up. What could Evan possibly be saying...?

You clicked up on their chat, trying to find the beginning. However, you didn't get that far before getting distracted - apparently Vince was the one who told him to ask you for help.

...What? Why?

You scrolled farther, searching for an answer

Evan > but jesussss almighty,, man. Have you seen that ass??

Vince > lol yea. I think you have lover boy syndrome.

Vince > u ever gonna actually try and set up a date?

Evan > what if I'm told no? I dont wanna make things awkward. But I want that cookie :(

Your heart pounded in your chest. Evan had some sort of crush... on you?

Maybe you shouldn't have scrolled past that. You definitely should have respected his privacy. But you wanted to know what else he'd been saying.

Once Vince had convinced him to ask you for help and you'd made it up stairs, their conversation continued on a more interesting note.

Evan had sent a picture of you cooking at the stove.

Evan > uhgh :((((

Vince > 😭 what

Evan > Can I see this every day? The two of us making a meal together, chatting our asses off and giggling. I could make jokes. Gently run my fingers up some thigh or back? Yeahhh

Vince > 😭 😭😭😭 gross

Evan > that's not even half of what I wanna do

Evan > just in this room alone.

Needless to say, your face went bright red. The whole time you guys were in here cooking Evan was texting his friend about wanting to bang you in his kitchen? Fuckkkkk. You ran your hand through your hair.

So... what now? Clearly he's into you. Should you make a move? Or wait for him...? No that's stupid, you should definitely make a move-

"Mmmm smells great!" Jessa hummed, turning into the kitchen. You jumped away from Evan's phone.

Jessa eyed you up and down for a brief moment before choosing to ignore it, the others falling into the room behind her.

Evan was the last one in, waving his arms dramatically and taking a bow like a stage performer. You blushed even harder at his antics, clearing your throat and turning away.

"Bon appetite!" He announced.

Dinner was... awkward, for sure. You weren't sure how to react, and spent the whole time wondering if every time he brushed his knee against your to annoy you, was really him thinking about rubbing his knee elsewhere.

And the idea of that made you wet.

Part of you kind of regretting looking at his text messages. Yeah, it was nice to know - but you felt guilty. And needy, now.

You weren't sure what to do about that. Maybe just come clean?

It didn't matter - he sorted it once everyone left, cornering you in the kitchen.

"So," he hummed, leaning against the door frame.

You swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze. Oh no. "Yeah?"

He looked you over for a moment, and it felt like he was seeing straight through your clothes. "You like me talkin' aboutcha like that, hmm? Want me to toss you up on my counter and do things?"

Did he know??? How? Your face was flushed, throat dry. "I, uhm.... what?" You asked, clearing your throat to no avail.

Evan giggled a little, shoving himself off the wall and sauntering over, leaning against the counter with his dorky little grin. "My texts. I know you saw them, somebody had scrolled up the chat chain. And you've been running hot all evening - it's either that, or you've got a fever."

Shit.

"Im sorry, Evan." You sighed.

Not like it wasn’t before, don’t get him wrong. Every time you’re sitting across from him, or really in any spot where he can stare at your lips, he starts absentmindedly chewing on his own. To mirror you, or maybe to try and guess the taste of your chapstick. How the balm would smear against his own lips.

But now, it’s borderline uncontrollable.

To make things worse, Evan thinks you know.

Because, when have you ever been one to chew on pen caps or popsicle sticks? That’s his thing. You do it with your chapstick, too. You apply it way more often now, always in a heavier coat and pop your lips together afterwards.

Evan tries not to think about how many flavours you have, and how he’d let you use him as a taste tester for all of them.

A little while ago—Evan can’t even remember, that’s how distracted he was—You walked out of a vintage candy store with a huge pack of pixy stix. Enough to feed a family of seven, he’s pretty sure Vinny said, if they all don’t drop dead before that.

You smiled, and tore into the packaging with no hesitation.

Evan will never, and he means never ever forget how you ripped open the little sugar stick with your teeth. Some of it spilt out onto your bottom lip only to be immediately licked up, and after your seventh stick of the night, you stuck out your blue-stained tongue to Evan. Afterwards, he had to rub one out in Vinny’s car. His cum is still smeared into the back of the driver’s seat. That’s something he’s decided to take to the grave.

Evan’s also always been a touchy-feely person. Respectfully, of course, regardless of the person. Except when with you, which he thinks about when lying in bed.

A few days ago, everyone went down to the lake. It was a last-minute decision kind of thing as summer was about to come to a close. You were sitting next to him on the least-broken picnic table, pushed into Evan’s side and cheek smushed into his shoulder. He vividly remembers the smell of your lake-water seeped hair, and your pretty smile before you bit him.

Not hard. Just on his shoulder, but it was a first. He yelped and playfully pushed you away, only to keep you from seeing (or feeling) the near immediate hard-on he got.

Getting hard over the memory of biting one of your best friends isn’t exactly awe-inspiring. The next day, Evan had trouble meeting your eyes, but definitely not your lips. Not the way you kept darting your tongue out to re-wet them. Forgot your chapstick, you said. Evan knew that was a lie, considering you had five in your bag at all times.

Maybe Evan’s just a pervert. He sure feels that way now, thinking about biting along your chest or licking up against your neck. Sucking hickeys into your thighs, forcing your fingers down his throat as you grind against him—

“Evan? Hello?” You say, and Evan blinks back.

Jesus, right. You’re just trying to play Left 4 Dead 2, and here he is, trying not to get another boner. “Right—Yeah, what’s up?” Evan runs a hand through his hair, if only to try and snap himself out of whatever he’s got going on.

You snicker, “Your controller’s dead.” You hurl the piece of black plastic at him, landing with a thump on his thigh.

“Right. I’ll go get some batteries.”

It takes Evan a little over six minutes to return. When you ask, because of course you do, he says he had to look around for them. Something about no one puts the batteries in the right place, and how Alex is probably to blame.

Not that he had to go fuck his hand in the bathroom, imagining that it was yours instead.