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“Do girls really use the stuff inside these?” Steve asked as he paged through the April issue of Cosmopolitan. It was his first time in your room and his venturing about while you worked on homework led to him finding the various stashes of magazines you had in your room.

“I mean, probably some more than others. Sometimes there’s a column about how to be a good girlfriend, you know. They get kinda raunchy.” You said as you smiled and raised your brows at him, placing your textbook down for a moment.

“Oh, so there’s more useful stuff than… using cold spoons to depuff your eyes?” He asked, looking to you with a face that was holding back a laugh.

“Perhaps you could try out some of their tips.”

“Rude.” He huffed as he looked back to the magazine. “What page is that raunchy advice column on?” He asked as you laughed.

“Hey, maybe you can write them and tell them if their advice really works.” You said, making a dog ear on the page of your textbook before closing it and moving from your desk to your bed where Steve was laying.

“Well we’d have to put it to the test first, hm?” He says as he pulls you close to him.

“My dad will kill you,” you say as you lean in for a kiss.

“I’ll die a happy man,” he murmurs as he kisses you, his hand snaking up to cup your face as you deepened the kiss.

When you pulled away for air, Steve smirked at you. “A french kiss? Do i have Cosmo to thank for that?” He asks as you laugh and shove at his chest playfully.

“Shut up.” You giggle, plopping back down onto the bed.

“Do you hear what she says to me?” Steve asks as you raise a brow.

“Who are you talking to? Are you going senile? Oh god.” You laugh as you see the culprit. Steve holds up an old teddy bear of yours, waving him around slightly.

“He says you should speak to me more nicely.”

“She.” You correct him as he laughs and shakes his head.

“I think that’s irrelevant. Still says you should be nicer to me.” He teased as he put the bear down and scooted closer to you, pulling on your hand to bring you closer.

“Yeah? So how do I make it up to you?” You ask as you look down at him, leaning in closer.

“I can think of a few ways…” he murmured against your lips before he leaned in for a kiss. You hummed, kissing him back. "In fact, I have one idea we can work on right now." He said, trailing the kiss down your neck. He moved so now you were the one lying down on the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he kissed your neck.

"Steve." You said softly, hands slowly finding their way to his biceps, gently wrapping your hands around them.

"Yeah?" He asked, moving his frenzied kisses to the other side of your neck now.

“Steve.” You said again, this time stopping him as he pulled away from your neck to look at you.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, sitting back on his knees.

“It’s not- well. It’s just…I would love to make it up to you like this…like that… but well. I dunno. I kinda pictured it would be more…romantic? I mean, we haven’t done anything together yet. Plus…I haven’t done anything like that before at all.” You admitted to him, growing a bit shy and trying to focus somewhere else in your room instead of his gaze.

“Baby.” He said as he chuckled slightly, placing a hand on your cheek as he spoke again. “Baby, c’mon, look at me.” He said, rubbing his thumb on your cheek before he leaned down again. You slowly moved your eyes back onto him, seeing the smile that spread on his lips once he had your attention once more. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to yet, kay?” He said as he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was so much softer than before, it felt like the first time he had kissed you.

“I do, though. I just want it a little bit more…meaningful, you know?” You told him as he smiled down at you.

“Then…how about we reschedule this? We can go on a nice date, go back to mine so we have the whole place to ourselves and you don’t have to worry about your dad killing me while we’re in the midst of it.” He said half jokingly as he looked down at you.

“That sounds wonderful, Stevie.” You said as you smiled and kissed him again. “We can play that song you like. What’s it called again? Just the two of us?” You said, cupping his face in your palms as he smiled, brushing some hair away from your face as he nodded.

“Talk about cheesy. I thought we were aiming for romantic?” He said as he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Hey, why don’t we head to Starcourt? They added a new store, Victoria’s Secret, apparently they have some really cute lingerie.” He said as he flashed a playful wink at you.

“Yeah, I have some of their catalogs. They have really pretty stuff, but they’re kinda expensive.” You said before looking up to him. “You can spoil me, though, can’t you, Stevie?” You said teasingly, purring out his name as you batted your lashes at him.

“As long as you promise I get to see a try on of everything I buy you.” He said as he leaned down, attacking your neck once again as you squealed out.

The days had flown by with how busy you and Steve had been during the week. You dealt with the typical boatload of assignments and required readings, while Steve had the luxury of creating lesson plans and dealing with all of the woes of teenage hormones. The good thing? Now you were in Steve’s beloved car, hands interlocked as he drove you home to his house. You had been to his house a good handful of times now, you were still early on in your relationship but as the spring was slowly beginning to settle into the summer, you loved taking Steve up on his offer to take a dip in his pool.

This time was the first time your heart was beating, it felt…different. He had treated you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, apparently he was able to get you two a table as a thank you for overlooking a bad grade for someone’s child, and he treated you out to a drive through movie afterwards. Even though you two had made out for a good portion of the movie, it was still a lovely date so far. Now you were heading back home, a bouquet of roses on your lap along with a giftbox containing a new necklace. A simple heart on a chain with the initial S in the middle of it. You jokingly said that this was his small claim on you, but you admired the thought behind it. A part of Steve was going to be with you no matter where you went. A talisman of his protection.

Once the beamer was parked in the driveway and you two had made it inside, Steve reached for your flowers before he made his way to the kitchen. “I think my mom left some vases here before her and my dad moved out…” He said, thinking out loud as he searched through the cabinets to find a vase. He pulled out a white crystal vase, filled it with tap water and placed the roses inside. “There, they will be safe and sound for when you go back home.” He said as he made his way back over to you.

“Now…I can take care of you.” He said as he kissed you, wrapping his arms around you and embracing you into his arms.

“Mmm, take care of me? What plans do you have in mind?” You asked him in between kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck.

A devilish grin spread across his lips at the question, hands reaching down and grabbing your hips. “Well, I plan on taking my time with you. Wanna tease you…see how needy you get. Bet you sound so pretty, been thinking about hearing you say my name and begging for me all this week.” He hummed, leaning down to kiss your neck. “I wanna see how far I can push you until you can’t take it anymore and just beg for me to do anything to you.” He said, picking you up with one hand on your hip as the other snaked under your knees to carry you.

He carried you upstairs as best as he could, trying not to trip or drop you in hopes of not ruining the moment. Once he made it to his room, he instantly had you pushed up against the back of the door.

Your heart raced as you looked to him, his eyes lingering on yours as he caressed your thigh. “No stockings, hm? What, trying to give me easy access baby?” He whispered into your ear, smirking as he trailed his hand higher. “God, you’re making it impossible to take my time, princess.” He groaned as he leaned in to press another kiss to your neck.

You gripped his bicep, squeezing as his hand kept inching closer to the inside of your thighs. You could keep yourself growing more needy, cheeks blushing as the body heat radiating off of him began to make the small space between you two heat up. Your mind was on his hands and the smell of his cologne, trying your best to focus on his words already.

A squeal snuck past your lips as Steve carried you to the bed now, laying you down with your head on a pillow as he hovered over you. He stayed still for a moment, smiling down at you. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He praised as he leaned in to kiss you. It was one of his usual gentle kisses, the kind that made you feel truly loved and cherished by him, a simple, innocent kiss.

Your hands snaked around his neck, one pulling him in closer by the nape of his neck while the other tangled into his hair. You adjusted yourself, moving your lower body so Steve was slotted between your legs now. A chuckle rumbled through his chest, kissing you harder now. His kiss felt more hungry now, one you only saw every once in a while when you made out with him. This time though, instead of being interrupted by him pulling away, he continued to kiss you, gently grazing his teeth along your lips. “Steve,” you said gently, opening your eyes to look up to him.

“What’s wrong, baby? You okay?” He asked, eyes filled with hesitation as he waited on you to answer.

“I’m fine. Just, nervous. I want to make you feel good too… what if I’m..not good at it?” You sounded so much more timid than Steve had seen in his short time of knowing you.

Steve’s eyes softened, looking down at you as he kissed you. “Baby, don’t worry about it. You are going to make me feel great, you already are.” He said as he looked down at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” He asked.

You nodded, cheeks turning even more red as you looked up at him. “Yeah,” you reassured him.

“Good. Wanna show you how good you’re making me feel already,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand and trailing it down his body. Your fingers shook with both excitement and nervousness, your breath hitching as you felt the outline of his abs. Your thighs clenched around his hips slightly out of reflex, a gasp leaving your lips as you finally reached below his belt. You didn’t know what to expect, but you were excited and intrigued all at once as you felt how hard he was. “See? Only been kissing you and I already feel like this. You’re gonna kill me once I take your dress off,” he said half-jokingly.

You giggled slightly as you looked up to him. “Don’t die before you’re inside, kay?” You tell him, seeing him practically melt at your words.

“Fuck, gonna kill me right now.” Steve groaned out, kissing your neck again before trailing the kisses down your clothed body. “You look so hot in this dress. Could see practically every little outline of you. You wore this on purpose, hm? Wanted to see me worked up all night long?” He asked as he continued to trail the kisses down. Soon he was kissing your thighs, hands lifting your dress up over your hips. He chuckled as he finally got your bottom half in full view. “Aw, look at m’girl. She looks so pretty in what I bought her.” He said, admiring his view as he kissed your inner thighs.

His pointer finger pulled at the side of your underwear as he inched closer, pulling on it before letting it snap back on your skin. “She looks so pretty. Look at her, already so wet. You’re ruining the outfit I just bought you.” He teased.

You squirmed as the elastic from the underwear snapped back at your skin, whining slightly at Steve’s words. “Steve…” You whined out, embarrassed but turned on at his words. “Say my name again, baby. You sound so pretty.” He said as he looked up at you. He looked like the definition of ravenous. His eyes were watching you as if he was going to eat you whole.

“Please, Steve. Need you so bad.” You cried out to him, reaching down and tangling your fingers into his hair, pushing it back to get a better look at him. “Please.” You begged him. Steve smirked, pulling your panties to the side as he leaned closer. His free arm wrapped around the underside of your thigh, resting on your hip to keep you held in place as his tongue darted out past his lips, licking a fat stripe along your folds.

You gasped, twitching at the sudden feeling before feeling his grip on your hip tighten to keep you still. “Don’t run away from me, baby. You’re gonna have to take all of this.” He said as he licked at your clit.

You whined out, thighs closing around his head at the feeling. “Fuck, Stevie..” You moaned out, one hand coming up to your mouth as you bit down on your thumb.

Steve hummed, causing shivers to go down your back at the vibrations hitting your clit. Your hips ground down on his tongue, whimpering as he kept his tongue on your clit. His hand that was holding your panties to the side slowly let go of the fabric and instead trailed down to the neglected part of your pussy, teasing your entrance as his fingertips swirled around to collect enough of your arousal. “Taste so good, princess. Fuck, even better than I thought.” He said as he continued to move his tongue, using the muscle to repeatedly flick against it as he felt you move your hips in tandem with his ministrations.

He slowly pushed one finger into you once he felt you were wet enough, sucking on your clit to distract from the discomfort. You keened, arching your back slightly as the pain slowly subsided and instead focused on the attention he gave to your clit. “Stevie,” you moaned out breathlessly as your grip on his hair grew tighter.

Steve smirked against your skin, pulling away from your clit and instead moving his finger inside of you. His cheek rested against your thigh as he looked up to you, slowly pushing in a second finger inside of you. You moaned out, pushing your hips down on his fingers as you looked down to him.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he sat up, moving his fingers slowly before curling them and slowly pulling them out before pushing them back in. You yelped in pleasure, shivering under his touch. Suddenly he pulled away from you, moving back up to hover over you before helping you sit up. “Gotta get this off of you, baby. Wanna see you.” He said as he helped you unzip your dress, lips on your skin as he pulled it down and off of you. “God, you really are gonna kill me, princess.” He said as he saw the bra he had bought for you the other day. He was impossibly hard now, wondering if he could truly die, or worse, explode from his need for you right now.

“Gonna get this off too, okay?” He said as he kissed down the valley of your breasts before being stopped by the fabric, you simply nodded in response, whining for any sort of attention again.

“Stevie, hurry,” you whined out to him, moaning as he wrapped his hand around your right breast as soon as he was able to get the bra unclasped.

“Going as fast as I can baby, I still wanna tease you a little. Hear you say my name some more,” he hummed, chuckling as you huffed at him. He leaned down, wrapping his mouth around your unattended left breast as his right thumb flicked against your nipple. He switched sides, smirking as he pulled off with a pop.

“So beautiful baby.” He hummed, content now as he saw you in your full glory. In this moment, Steve felt as if he was on cloud nine. He felt like he wanted to be blessed by some divine presence with the talent to paint just so he could paint you and look at it until the day he died. His hands roamed your naked body before he situated himself between your legs again.

He licked at your clit once again, his fingers returning to their spot previously before he moved down and spit on his fingers. “So messy already, so beautiful.” Steve hummed, pushing his fingers back into you.

As you looked down, you saw your own beautiful painting of your boyfriend. His hair was messy, some strands falling into his face as he looked dazed. A string of saliva connecting his lips and your pussy in the most sinful way, his back and muscles on full display as his free arm wrapped around your hip once more. He looked like heaven.

“Steve.” You called out to him, moaning as you felt a pressure building in your stomach.

“Mmm, cumming so soon, princess? Am I making you feel too good?” He asked teasingly as you squirmed under his touch. “Let go baby, I got you.” He said as you moaned out. Your thighs clamped around his head, not worried of suffocating him at the moment as you chased that high.

“Fuck! Steve!” You moaned out, whimpering as he licked at your clit again. Your hips bucked the closer that feeling got, whining as his grip tightened to hold you down. You practically saw a blinding white light as you ground down on him, feeling your bones become jello as you tipped over the edge. Your ears rang slightly, feeling otherworldly before soon feeling your soul come back to your body. You squirmed, pushing at Steve’s full head of hair to try and pry him away from you as the feeling became too much. “Stevie, s’too much,” you whined out to him before he pulled away.

“You looked so beautiful,” he hummed as he leaned up, instantly putting his lips on yours. You let out a tiny moan as you tasted yourself, looking up to Steve before relaxing and closing your eyes as you melted into the kiss.

“You sure you want to continue, baby?” Steve asked as he looked down at you. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, okay?” He said as you nodded.

“Please Stevie. I want to, I want you…Need you,” You begged him, gripping his biceps as he nodded.

“You gotta tell me if you wanna stop at any point, kay?” He said as he kissed you deeply. “We’re doing this at your pace now,” he promised as he pulled away slightly. You whined, earning a laugh from him.

“Hey, don’t be all pouty. I doubt you want a little Harrington running around in 9 months, right?” He said jokingly. You rolled your eyes and hummed as you watched him reach into his nightstand. He pulled out a condom from a box he had stashed away, pulling some lube out along with it.

“I wanna do it,” You told him as he looked at you quizzically.

“Do what?” He asked.

“This,” you said as you took the packet, tearing it gently before reaching for him. You set the condom between you two, looking up at him through your lashes as you reached for his belt and slowly undid it. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling his underwear down slowly. You reached for him, fingertips shaking as you made contact with him. You blushed but tried your best to keep the eye contact with Steve as you pumped him.

Steve threw his head back, eyes closing as he groaned in pleasure. “Princess..” He groaned out as he looked back down at you. “Fuck,” he huffed out, pushing his hair back with one hand. “I’m going to be the one who seems like a virgin if you keep doing that, baby.” He said as you giggled.

“You look so pretty, though,” you say as you roll the condom onto him. The second you finish putting it on, Steve takes a split second to double check it before leaning down to kiss you, both hand holding your face as he deepened the kiss.

“Fucking love you,” he said as he kissed you again. He then moved, putting some lube on himself and some on his hand as he reached down between your thighs. “Don’t even need this, god you’re soaked…” he said as he used his thumb to rub at your clit before slowly entering one finger into you again.

“Steve. I need you.” You whined out, bucking your hips slightly as he huffed.

“Don’t. I don’t wanna hurt you baby.” He said as he hushed you by kissing you again. He thrusted his finger into you, taking his time to stretch you and prepare you before inserting another finger. He huffed into your mouth as he kissed you, head reeling as he felt your walls clench around his fingers.

You opened your legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him closer to you. Steve hummed, pulling his hand away before taking himself into his hand and slowly pushed his tip inside.

You whined at the difference between his fingers and his cock, Steve shushing you. “I know baby, I know. I got you, kay? I’m right here…” he whispered to you as he kissed your cheek. “Feel so good, baby.” He groaned, letting you adjust before he pushed in.

You moaned, resting your head against his shoulder as Steve shuddered. His forehead was pressed against the nook of your neck, pressing kisses to your warm skin as he did his best not to cum right then and there.

“Steve.” You moaned out, kissing his shoulder. “You can move, please,” you begged him as he hummed. He seemed drunk, eyes glazed over and cheeks red as his baby hairs clung to his forehead. You clenched around his length at the sight before you, feeling something primal in you wanting him. You moaned out, eyebrows furrowing as he snapped his hips against yours.

“Fuck, sorry, baby,” he apologized before being shut up as you pressed a heated kiss to his lips.

“No, it felt good. So good.” You reassured him, kissing him fervently. “Do it again, please,”

Steve lost himself as you said that to him, hands wrapped around your hips as he pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into you. You moaned out, back arching and cheeks staining red as you heard the lewd squelch when his hips met yours.

Steve’s chest rumbled with a laugh as he heard it, leaning down to capture your breast back into his mouth. “Sound so pretty. So needy f’me baby,” he hummed almost drunkingly as he kept this pace.

His hand reached down, fingers rubbing at your clit as he thrusted into you. Your hips squirmed, moving in tandem with his as you soaked in every feeling.

You could feel him deep inside of you, eyes closing shut as you felt one particular spot within you be hit by his thrust. “Steve! Right there, please, please. Hah- need it right there!” You begged him, back arching as he kept aiming for that one spot within you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. You’re sucking me in,” He groaned against your skin, forehead pressed against your sternum as he kept thrusting into you. His hips began to grow less precise, chasing after that high as he looked to you. “C’mon baby, cum for me again. Wanna see how pretty you look cumming on my cock,” he said as you moaned. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer as you chased after that feeling again. You whimpered loudly, moaning out as you felt that blinding white light again. “Steve!” You moaned out, followed by a loud groan from Steve.

You felt warmth as his hips stuttered, panting against your skin as he shook against you. “Fuckkkk.” He droned out, whimpering slightly as he stopped his movements. He kissed your bare skin, regaining his consciousness before he pulled out of you slowly. “So pretty, baby.” He said as he kissed you. You smiled, kissing him back. “You look pretty handsome yourself. I like seeing you like this…all messy and hot.” You teased him as he chuckled.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up,” He said, sluggishly moving off the bed before going to his bathroom.

“Steve” you called after him, Steve humming in response as he continued.

“Steve.” You called once again.

“Steve.” The tone of voice grew more stern, causing Steve to become more confused this time.

It was the middle of summer, the sun was settling into a beautiful orange that cascaded upon your boyfriend who was currently singing beautifully, debatably, to I Was Made For Lovin’ You. Despite his thoughts on their makeup, claiming them to be ‘too show-offish’, he sure did seem to love this song given how he knew every. Single. Lyric. Steve knew nothing of being too show-offish, of course, especially and totally not with his repurchase of his wine red beamer. You thought the plus side of the BMW was the fact that it was stick, meaning Steve knew how to use his hands and his brains at the same time. It was a simple observation, but something you made a note of that had an underlying motive for the future.

Of course, it’s not like something where Steve needed to be good with his brains and hands was out of the ordinary. You heard the rumors about how he was in high school. You came here to be with your father when your mother couldn’t afford college tuition all on her own, so your father, who you could count the number of times you saw him in the past few years on one hand, have you a deal. He could pay for college on one condition: move to Hawkins, Indiana.  So you moved, all your things packed up in boxes to move to Hawkins. You heard things about Indiana, fields, cows, towns so small they only had one traffic light, it was a big change for you. So was college, though, so you figured sacrificing the life you know for education hopefully wasn’t a complete waste of time.

You underestimated how much your life would turn upside down when you moved, specifically when you met Steve-the hair- Harrington. You didn’t long for a mundane life anymore, but you sure as hell hoped that’s what the future held. Steve dreamed of what he always longed for, a big house, a white picket fence, a minivan full of kids. You didn’t know what you dreamed of beyond college, but you knew that listening to him plan out your future brought a smile to your face. You knew seeing him right now, hazel eyes shining in the orange sunlight, would make a good future story to tell your future kids.

“And I can’t get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me? I was made for lovin’ you, baby!” Steve sang along, fingers strumming against the steering wheel as he turned over to look at you, effectively serenading you.

“Maybe when we get home, you can stay and I can paint your face. I personally think you would suit Paul’s makeup.”

“Which one is that? That’s not the cat one is it? It doesn’t matter, you are not ruining this beauty with that makeup.”

“You’re no fun, you know.” You tease him with a smile, playfully giving him a little glare before turning to look out the window. The sun was dying out now, you could see the darkness of night fast approaching. Hopefully, you would make it home before nightfall, something about seeing Hawkins at night ran a chill down your spine. It spooked you so much that you made one of your first rules in the relationship based on the creepiness. Steve always had to call you when he got home, that way you would know he was home and safe and sound.

“I am a lot of fun. I just don’t want to be a KISS member, you know? Ever since I tried Eddie’s guitar that one time I think I might cut my hand off on those strings.”

“It was a tiny cut, you were rough with it. I don’t think guitars chop peoples hands off.”

“Yeah, yeah. I will stick to regular instruments. I just like singing this song to you. I think it fits us, you know? I mean….it really does feel like I was made for loving you.”

A giggle escaped you, your attention back on Steve. “You are either being cheesy or a pervert.”

“You can take it anyway you want, baby. I mean it in both.” He laughed as you scrunched up your nose and made a disgusted face.

“How romantic, romancing your girlfriend in the car as you’re driving her back home. What? Want me to sneak you in through my window?” You teased him as he looked to you, eyebrows raised as if he was taking the suggestion seriously, a smirk on his lips as he tapped the steering wheel.

“I think those days are past me. I could just bring you to my house now. You know, I could use another anatomy lesson. It’s to help me with the material for my class. I’m a hands-on learner.”

You rolled your eyes, bringing your legs up on his dash as you leaned back in your seat. “Now you really are a pervert. Besides, won’t work. I have an 8am tomorrow and you might make me late. You are terrible when it comes to kicking you out after, always wanting to stay in bed all day.”

His right hand was off the wheel now, settling on your knee as he rubbed circles onto your skin, his hand bringing warmth to your skin. “I can’t help it if I just wanna keep my girlfriend in bed. I care about your health, you have a terrible sleep schedule. Always up all night….not getting proper sleep…rather loud too and-“

“Which is your fault!” You laughed, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers to the best of your ability.

“My fault?” He said, gasping and looking as if you had personally wounded him. “I do nothing but care for you and give you what you need. Every single thing.” He said, giving your hand a squeeze as he smirked. “Besides, last time you were the one begging me to stay after I said I had to go in for work. ‘Oh Stevie, please Stevie, still need you s’bad’” He mocked in a high pitched voice as you gasped and let go of his hand to playfully shove at his shoulder.

“Don’t use my own words against me!” You laughed, a laugh rumbling through his own chest as he pulled onto your street.

“I won’t. It was just so pretty, had to keep it up here for safekeeping.” He said, gesturing to his brain. “For later use, y’know? Both for teasing and remembering.” He hummed, putting the car in park as he entered your drive way.

“Before we dated I thought you were a total dork, you know. The type of guy that knew he was pretty but didn’t know how to use it on girls. I think you know too much. You use everything against me. I think it was your puppy face.” You said as you put your legs down from the dash, leaning in closer to him.

Steve smirked, “Would I really do that, princess?” He fawned, eyes traveling down to your lips as you leaned in closer.

“Oh, I know you would.” You hummed in response as you kissed him. It took only a short moment before you felt him deepen the kiss by placing his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer as his other hand settled on your waist. The creaking sound of the front door to your house was unheard by the two of you as he continued to kiss you. When you both needed to breathe in something other than each other, you noticed a figure out of the corner of your eyes. Your father was standing at the door, glancing between his watch and whatever outlines of you two he could see in the windshield.

“Good evening, sir!” Steve greeted quickly, situating himself to be more presentable.

“Harrington.” A gruff voice acknowledged him. “About time.” He said as Steve let out a slightly nervous chuckle. You held back a laugh, admiring that Steve had enough care for you to get nervous just from being around your father.

“Sorry sir, I was the reason we were late, was catching up with the old manager at the cinema and well, I-“

“You have class early in the morning, hm?” Your father directed his attention towards you now. “Come on and get inside before it’s any later.” He said, voice more gentle but his stare stayed hardened as he looked to Steve. “Goodnight, Harrington. Thank you for bringing her home.” He said as Steve smiled a little.

“Goodnight sir.” He said before turning to you. “Goodnight, princess,” he hummed as he pressed one last kiss to your forehead.

You smiled, kissing his cheek in return. “Goodnight, baby. Call me when you get home, okay?” You said as you kissed his other cheek, “and maybe keep those thoughts you had for safe keeping on repeat, hm? My professor usually lets us out early, I can go to yours for awhile?” You whispered into his ear, Steve growing a stupid grin on his face before he quickly wiped it away as you exited the car. You looked back to him, seeing him shaking his head as he quickly ran his hand over his face before he made sure you stepped inside, pulling out of your driveway and leaving with a little honk before taking off.

You spoke with your father, telling him about some of what happened on your date, giving any updates in your life and Steve’s as you waited by the phone. Five minutes was the usual time Steve would call you, he didn’t live too far away from you so it always meant you did not have to wait long before you heard he was home. Ten minutes passed with no word, you figured maybe he was showering or doing something else, maybe preparing for his lesson for tomorrow.

Soon 20 minutes passed, so you anxiously grabbed the phone, dialing his landline. You earned no response, so you hung up to dial in Robin’s number, hearing a few dial tones before the line was picked up. “Hello?” She asked.

“Robin! I was wondering if you had gotten any calls from Steve? uh- well we went on a date and he hasn’t called back yet.”

“Oh. Uh, no, I didn’t miss any calls I don’t think. Want me to try Dustin? Or, maybe you try him, I’ll call around, kay?” She said, hanging up before you could agree on anything.

You sighed, trying Henderson this time. You grumbled when he also didn’t pick up, tapping the phone against your temple. The hospital was a 10 minute drive from his house, and around 15 from yours. A hospital would have called by now, right? Well, hopefully not when you were on the phone. You paced around for a moment as you put the phone back on the hook, chewing your bottom lip.

The phone rang and you practically picked it up the second it rang. “Hey.” The voice on the other line seemed rushed, like they just finished a marathon. Still, it soothed your nerves as you heard it.

“It’s been 30 minutes. That’s practically an hour.”

“I know, I know. I had some trouble with the beamer. Started making some weird noise, broke down, had to push it all the way back home.” He started to grow calmer now, which once again made you calm down some.

“Do you need my dad to go check it out in the morning?” You asked him, fingers twirling with your hair as you attempted to convince yourself to calm down.

“Nah, it’s fine. I can handle it myself. Isn’t there some search party you need to call off for me?” He teased as you groaned.

“There is, actually. I should call them. I love you.” You said, a butterfly stirring up in your stomach as you said those words. It wasn’t the first time, but those words always made you feel otherworldly and embarrassed and anxious all at the same time.

You could practically hear his lips turn into a grin. “I love you too, baby. Go to sleep, have a goodnight, kay? I’ll see you after your class tomorrow. I hope you keep your promise.” He purred through the phone as you let out a little laugh.

“Goodnight Stevie.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

You hung up the phone, sighing softly before beginning to dial Robin back and let her know to call off the search party.

You went up to your room, picking out your clothes and laying them out on the bed before going to the bathroom, leaning over the side of the tub as you ran the water. You grabbed a bottle of Avon bubble bath, pouring some under the spout and watching the foam begin to bubble up. You turn off the water, standing up and peeling off your clothes before slipping into the tub.

You relax, muscles finally getting some rest after the long day and the mini panic attack you had over Steve. You weren’t sure why this town gave you the creeps, which was amplified by 100 when the sun went down. What you did know was that there was something more as to why Steve, a guy who was the prince of his high school and an ordinary guy once an adult, had the number of scars he did. There was something more to him. You knew there was just from the few months you had known him. He jumped when he heard loud noises outside. The countless times he claimed he saw something and stood outside of the house on the porch, staring out and analyzing practically every blade of grass until he deemed nothing was out there. There was something Steve wasn’t telling you that your body was. Hawkins was much more dark and dangerous than it seemed. There was something lurking, lying in wait for its opportunity to walk by.

“Why the sour face?” Mattheo looked at you, a book in his hands as you were sat next to him pouting, not answering his question.

“What’s got you down, hm?”  he asked you, setting his book to the side. You chose to remain silent, whining as he pulled you in closer to him. He adjusted you, pulling you onto his lap before he began to leave your face covered in kisses. “C’mon, give me some sugar,” he teased.

You giggled at this, looking up to him and rolling your eyes, “am I dating an old man?” You asked jokingly before he smiled, grabbing your chin and giving you a soft kiss.

“mmm…not sweet enough,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing you once more. “Nope, still not sweet enough,” he left one more kiss on your lips before he smiled and hummed. “That’s it, sweet enough.” He grinned, leaning back in the couch to look up at you. “Now c’mon and tell me what’s wrong,” he said as he gently rubbed your side.

“Your score was higher than mine,” you huffed out, whining and crashing down into his chest as he began to laugh.

“That’s whats got you so grumpy?” He chuckled, petting your head as you didn’t respond. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to lie, I think I’ve gotten better than you on every potions exam since you came here,” he said as you huffed.

“But I tried so hard this time! I barely did better than Neville,” you said as you frowned. “That sounded mean, but, I tried really hard,” you reasoned.

“I know, but you did better than your last exam. You’re improving, why are you being so hard on yourself?” He asked you, making you look at him.

You looked away slightly before fidgeting with your hands. “I just- I want good grades. I don’t want them to slip up, I just also want to- to keep up with you. I don’t want people or even you thinking I’m dumb.” You rambled off to him, Mattheo watching you with loving eyes before gently rubbing your sides.

“I don’t think you’re dumb, if anyone does think that then I’ll hex them,” he said, his voice soft but you knew he was serious with every word.

“But if I fail it won’t matter what they think,” you huffed out with a pout, Mattheo kissing it away quickly.

“Why are you fretting over it so badly? You make good grades, you’re not going to fail. You’re my smart girl,” he hummed, a blush growing on your cheeks at his words.

“I’m fretting because now you’re my competition,” you said as you looked up to him. “I mean, you were before too, but now I feel like I have to compete with you.”

“Darling,” Mattheo said gently, caressing your cheek before speaking, “we aren’t in competition. If you want to be, that’s fine. But you do know I still see you as a very smart girl. You’re right behind me in class, you’re higher than me in every other class than potions. You are smart. You don’t have to be perfect,” he said as you whined.

“I do, though,” you reasoned as he chuckled, kissing you again.

“You already are,” he spoke in a whisper now, looking into your eyes as he smiled. “You are perfect. You are smart. You are a wonderful woman and I am lucky to have you as my girlfriend,” he said as he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

“Am I?” You asked, voice cracking slightly, his eyes darting to yours as he frowned.

“Is that what’s going on?” He asked, not expecting an answer. “That’s what this is all about?” He questioned again, softening as he looked up to your teary eyes.

“I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like you’re too good for me, Mattheo. I feel that sometimes I’ll annoy you, or you’ll think I’m too much to deal with and go for another girl who isn’t like me at all. I don’t want to lose you,” you admitted to him, he pulled you close to him, letting go of your hand as he returned to your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles.

“I care about you, you know that, don’t you? Would you ever leave me if I felt down, if I was sad about something?” he asked as you shook your head. “That’s because you care for me. I care for you, I would never leave you just because you’re feeling down or insecure or any of the above. I like you, all of you, that includes every little bad thought you have.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours. “None of those bad thoughts are true, and I am here to help you prove them wrong. I know that won’t stop them but I do believe I can help ease them,” he whispered to you as you showed a small smile.

“You do,” you whispered back. “I just feel bad that you have to deal with me when I have them. I feel like a burden sometimes” you admitted to him.

“You a burden? You’ve gone mad,” he teased as he kissed your nose. “You would never burden me, I love you,” he said, noticing how your body stiffened.

“Love?” You asked, looking up to him, he was only inches away from you.

“I-I do,” he said, for once his cocky demeanor disappeared and was replaced by a scared look. “I mean, I know it’s quite early but I know what it feels like to-“ you cut him off with a deep kiss, his hands slowly finding their place on the dip of your hips.

After a moment, he pulled away from the kiss, you letting a small pout settle on your lips. “What?” Mattheo asked with a chuckle as you shook your head.

“It’s not sad, more of a ‘that was so cute I’m pouting’ pout,” you said as you smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “I love you too, Matty,” you said, his smile growing as his heart thumped against his chest.

“You’re gorgeous with that smile, you know,” he said as he leaned in for another kiss. He gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. “I can show you how gorgeous you’d be under me too,” he mumbled against your lips, leading the kiss down to your neck. “or on top,” he added in. “Even from behind,” he nipped at your neck, leaving red skin in his wake. “I’ll ease all of those bad thoughts you’re having about yourself,” he promised as he looked up to you.

Your heart leaped at the look in his eyes, skin rising with goosebumps as you could do nothing else but nod. “Words, princess,” Mattheo warned as you keened, breath being taken away as you felt a familiar heat between your legs.

“Please Mattheo,” you begged, lips trembling as you couldn’t look away from his dark lustful gaze. “Please fuck me,” you whined out to him.

The dark haired male nearly went feral with those words leaving your mouth, gently pushing you down and letting you fall back on the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, reaching out and placing your hand behind his neck, kissing him as he caged you in with his arms. The two of you made it seem like you needed each other just as much as air, certain you would die if either one of you pulled away in the moment. When there was a pause for air, Mattheo took the opportunity to sink down, hands running down your curves as he left a kiss to your navel, trailing it lower above your clothed body. He hooked his fingers into your skirt, sliding it down before he kissed just above your clothed clit.

A soft whine slipped past your lips, legs spreading for him, his arms hooking around them to bring your hips down closer to him. “Such’a needy girl…” he said with a smirk, “wonder how ruined these could get if I left em on,” he hummed, toying with the sides of your panties.

“Mattheo,” you whined out to him, impatiently waiting for him to touch you. Your grinded your hips down slightly, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

 “Impatient,” he tsked, “thought you were my good girl?” He hummed, you whined out once again.

“Need you to touch me, please Mattheo, please,” you begged him, reaching down and intertwining your fingers with one of his hands. Mattheo watched your fingers interlace, dark eyes looking back up to you as his heart raced. Such an innocent looking girl begging for something so naughty. You were perfect.

“Since you asked so cutely,” he smirked, pulling his hand away from you to begin pulling your panties down. He kissed your calves, slipping them off before nestling back between your legs. He brought one hand up to your mouth, the other holding your hand again. You sucked on his fingers, feeling you grow wetter at the cocky grin settled on his lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he pulled his hand away, settling his wet fingers down on your clit.

You moaned at the feeling, his touch nearly electric as your nerves were frayed from the simple touch. Mattheo’s eyes were now focused on your sex, watching intently at how she reacted to every little touch. He chuckled slightly when you even clenched around nothing as he circled your clit, feeling bad for neglecting that part of your body he darted his tongue out, circling around your entrance as he rubbed your clit. Your lungs were nearly knocked out of air as his tongue entered you, your elbows no longer propping you up, your body surrendering to him completely.

You even swore you were beginning to see stars as he switched his place, his tongue now playing with your clit as his fingers entered you. The stretch elicited another moan from you, toes curling at the pain and pleasure of him pressed against your walls. “Mattheo,” you called out for no particular reason other than to let him know you were enjoying yourself. He smirked against your skin, tongue dancing around your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking as your back arched. You dug your hands into his hair, trying to ground yourself to reality and not the astral plane he was surely sending you to. The knot in your stomach slowly beginning to tie itself as he pumped his fingers faster inside of you, pressing against your sweet spot.

Soft pants began to push past your lips, grinding down your hips slightly to try and draw even more pleasure from Mattheo’s ministrations. “Fuck, please,” you practically babbled, lost in your own world as he brought you closer to the edge. You could practically feel the ends of Mattheo’s lips curling into a smirk, proud of himself as he heard how much he was ruining you. He pulled you closer down onto his face with his free arm, pumping his fingers in you with the perfect touch. “Mattheo, Mattheo,” you chanted, chest heaving up and down as you whimpered, back arching as the knot in your stomach came undone.

Mattheo’s movements became more gentle as he helped you ride your high, pulling away as you began to try and shove his away from you as you became overstimulated, unable to form words yet. As your eyes opened and looked to him, you saw the cockiest grin plastered on his lips, both hands resting on your knees as he admired you in all of your beauty. “You’re gorgeous,” he hummed as he moved closer, kissing you deeply, your hands snaking around his neck.

“Don’t tease me please,” you begged him, a chuckle rumbling up from his chest.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” He teased as he grabbed from under your knees, hooking your legs around his hips. “You can ask nicely, can’t you baby?” He asked.

You pouted, pressing your ankle slightly into his hips to bring him closer, looking down and biting down on your lip as he slid between your folds. He looked so pretty sliding between you. “Please fuck me, Mattheo. Need s’bad,” you whined out, hissing as his tip pressed against your clit.

“That all you can do?” He asked, resisting his urge to laugh as he saw your pout.

“If you don’t put it inside I think I’ll die,” you whined out in frustration.

This time he did laugh, smiling to himself as he pressed against your entrance. “Well I don’t want you to die,” he reasoned, pushing in and bottoming out quickly.

You let out a breathy moan, eyes shutting at the feeling of the stretch. He was bigger than just his two fingers, but it felt so much better to have him inside you. You babbled thank yous, slurred together as he began to thrust in and out, allowing you to adjust as he grabbed your wrists, pinning you into the bed.

“Sucha good girl, princess,” he praised, following it up with a groan as you fluttered against him. “You’re gonna kill me one day, you know,” he said with a breathy chuckle. “Gonna kill me with how pretty you are, how pretty you sound,” he rambled, getting pussy drunk with every thrust into you. You could only moan in response, head too fuzzy to find the proper string of words to appreciate the compliments. He didn’t usually talk to much, but you had an inkling it was his way of trying to ease your insecurities from earlier.

“Harder, p-please,” you managed to get out from in between your moans. He let go of your wrists, gripping onto your hips, pulling out almost all the day before slamming his hips back into yours, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your back arched into him, hands scrambling to grab on to any part of him as you tried your best not to come undone right then and there. You saw stars as he pressed against one certain spot, legs twitching to clamp around him so that he wouldn’t move from his position. His mouth hung open as he looked down to you, soaking in all the noises and little twitches in your face as he brought you closer to your second orgasm.

“C’mon princess, you can come again for me, yeah? Just one more sweet girl, know you’re close,” he said, groaning and rolling his head back as you squeezed around him. Your pulsating walls not helping him trying to stay calm and collected as he thrusted in and out of you.

His name left your lips like a prayer, repeating it over and over as he continued to hit that one spot inside of you. You wondered if your heart was going to explode with its pounding, a loud whimper and moan leaving as he finally drew out your orgasm. Your body squirmed in his hold, on another plane of existence as you floated down from your high. Suddenly everything was too sensitive, but felt great in every single way, like a delicious forbidden feeling. “Good girl… so pretty, just a little more, baby,” he moaned out, grunting as he pushed into you, grinding his hips against yours.

His thrusts became a little sloppy as he neared his own release, his hips stuttering as his body shuddered as he came. His head thrown back with his eyes closed as he slowly grinded against you. You swore he looked like an angel.

Once he came down, he pulled out, looking down to you as he leaned down to kiss you. It was deep but innocent this time, wordlessly professing his love once again to you. “You alright?” He asked, getting out from the position you two were in, pulling you against his chest.

“Recovering,” you said with a small giggle as he smirked.

 “You only came twice, you’ve done more,” he said as you laughed. “Mattheo!” You giggled.

“It’s the truth,” he shrugged, leaning closer to kiss you once again. “I love you,” he hummed softly, looking into your eyes with a loving gaze.

“I love you,” you said back, smiling at him. “Thank you,” you said as he rose his eyebrows.

“Why are you thanking me? That wasn’t even me proving to you how beautiful and wonderful you are,” he said with a smile. “That was just so you could feel confident enough to believe me,” he hummed as he pulled you closer.

“You spoil me,” you said with a blush as he grinned.

Questions first began to arise before one of Slytherin’s quidditch matches last month, particularly when Mattheo was changing into his uniform and Draco noticed the scratches down his back. The boys teased him over it, questioning him on who was the lucky girl who made them. Mattheo just smiled on and let them try to decipher who it was from his giggles at each attempt they gave.

On the other end, questions circled around you when your friends first began to notice the hickeys that littered your neck, blushed cheeks and meek responses when your friends pressed on knowing who mauled their friend.

It’s not that you were purposely hiding who they were from, you just didn’t want to say who it was from until both of you knew what you were to each other. Mattheo had been there during a party hosted by Gryffindor, things moved pretty quickly that night when you set your eyes on him. He was pleasantly surprised the new transfer student had her gaze set on him, so much so that he didn’t reject her whispers about going back to his secluded prefect dorm. There were some more nights after the first, some more innocent than others, but there was never one important question asked from either side.

You didn’t know if the Mattheo Riddle was open to a relationship, Mattheo Riddle had simply thought you two were already together in his own world. He just simply didn’t kiss and tell.

While you sat in the stands waiting for the quidditch match to start, you were brought to attention when Cormac McLaggen sat next to you. “Excited for the game?” You questioned him as he chuckled, “if its not my own, not much,” he joked as you smiled. “Why aren’t you with the others? I’m sure the rest of your team are betting against Zacharias,” you hummed.

He grinned, “my bets are always against whoever Malfoy is against, doesn’t play fair,” he said before continuing on. “I wanted to spend some time with you for the game, if that’s okay,” he said as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Me?”

“That’s not a problem, is it?” He asked as you shook your head no. “Of course not, I just, well I noticed you talking with Hannah Abbot recently and I assumed…” your voiced trailed off as you looked away for a moment.

“She…ah, we’ve been comparing notes recently. She wants to get in good standing with Slughorn, she says the club seems like fun,” he admitted as you nodded.

“So there's-“

“Nothing between us two, I assure you,” he said with a smile.

Before you turned back to look at Cormac, you noticed the familiar head of curls staring directly at you two. Even from all the way out in the field, you could feel the death glare Mattheo was giving to Cormac. It surprised you, as Mattheo had never shown interest in any others talking to you before, but he now seemed distracted as they were beginning to set up for the match.

You hadn’t waited to talk after the match was over, Cormac walked you back to your dorm after, saying goodbye to you after telling him how you needed to study for your potions exam. He promised to send a letter later that night, to plan an outing in Hogsmeade on the weekend but when the hours passed and no letter was slipped under your door you grew curious.

It wasn’t until one of your roommates came in, going over to your desk. “Be glad we aren’t in slytherin, lost a hundred points earlier,” she said as you looked up from your notebook. “How come?” You asked as you set down your pen.

“Riddle sent McLaggen to Madam Pomfrey,” she said as you stared at her, quickly getting up from your seat.

“Did you hear why?” You asked her as you grabbed your cardigan, put it on quickly, and went to put on your shoes.

“No, but I did hear he spent the afternoon with you. Is Mattheo the one who gave you all those hickeys?” She asked as you rolled your eyes.

“I am not the reason they fought,” you said as you went to the door. “Where’s Riddle now?” You questioned as she took a seat on her bed. “Back in the Slytherin common room, I heard Dumbledore is questioning taking him off the team,” she said as you huffed, opening the door and heading to the dungeons.

When you made it past the password ridden door, you looked around before you saw Pansy taking care of Mattheo’s knuckles as she was scolding him. “Pomfrey said I was ok, Pans,” he grumbled. You made your way over to the couch he was sat on, his eyes on you when he noticed you were near.

“Why are you here?” He asked, “we have an exam tomorrow, you’re always busy the night before,” he said as Pansy looked between you two, dropping Mattheo’s hand as you looked him over.

“I heard what you did, I wanted to know why McLaggen is nearly in a coma from you,” you said, knowing you were exaggerating it a little. Mattheo only laughed as he stood from the couch, heading to his dorm. “It should be obvious as to why,” he said, anger laced in his words. “Obvious?” You questioned as you followed him.

“Yes, I thought it was very clear why. Why else would I risk being kicked off the team?” He stated as he walked faster.

“You are at risk with every fight you’re in. This isn’t even your first fight this month!” You reasoned as he let out a bitter chuckle. “Why did you fight with him, Mattheo? You won today’s game! So why are you so angry?” you questioned him as he stopped and turned to you.

His eyes were watery despite the angered look on his face, “I am angry because my girlfriend is entertaining other guys wanting to go on dates with her when she doesn’t even go with me,” he said as he stared down at you.

“Girlfriend?” You asked, a bit taken back and hurt by his words. You weren’t aware he had a girlfriend. “You never told me you had a girlfriend,” you said, backing away from him.

He blinked, eyebrows burrowed in confusion as he looked down at you. “you’re- you’re the girlfriend. You know that…right?”

You gave him a bewildered look, “me?” you questioned, just as confused as him.

“Yes. I wouldn’t- merlin, I wouldn’t cheat.” He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face, pinching the space between his eyebrows.

“You’ve never asked me to be your girlfriend,” you said, trying to remember if there was a time that he forgot about.

“You have been the only girl I’ve seen for the past month,” he explained. “I thought, I thought when you kept coming back that it meant you were mine.” He said as you shook your head.

“I just thought it was a mutual understanding,”

“An understanding?”

“You know, like, friends with benefits. You never said otherwise. We’ve never been on dates! Even Cormac at least wanted to go on a date,” you said, Mattheo’s face twitching at the mention of another.

“I was going to take you for our anniversary,”

“What anniversary Mattheo? We are not dating!” You explained as he frowned, turning away from you now.

“We aren’t dating,” he said, nodding as he continued to his dorm. “You can have your date at the infirmary with McLaggen then,” he huffed out.

“Mattheo! Mattheo!” You called out, following behind him. You reached for his arm before he quickly shook your hand off.

“Mattheo, I don’t understand,”

The dark haired boy turned around, getting close to your face now. “You seek me out just for fun, come to my dorm nearly every night that you aren’t studying and you think I did not develop feelings for you? On the nights we don’t spend in my dorm, I spend all night in the astronomy tower, in the common room, at the Black Lake, anywhere you want to go for the night. I’ve shared with you about my father and his expectations and you’ve told me about your life and interests and how school was before your transfer and you just think I see you as some girl I only use for sex?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes, his own angered and burning with tears.

“You think I would risk losing my spot on the team over some girl I don’t care about?”

A lump formed in your throat, tears filling your eyes as you stared into his. “Mattheo..” you croaked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You haven’t known me for long but I never thought you would take me for someone like that,” He said as he scoffed, almost turned around before you reached for his arm, looking up to him.

“I never, I just thought… I- I don’t know what I thought,” you said slowly.

His face softened, looking away from you for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Mattheo. I just figured, maybe you didn’t want a girlfriend, or that… I don’t know. I truly thought you just wanted to be friends with benefits,” you admitted to him as he nodded.

“I never asked because I was afraid you’d reject me,” he said softly, looking down. “You’re smart and sweet, I thought once you knew about my family, my father…you’d run away,”

“You are not your father,” you said as you looked up at him. “I wouldn’t have said no,” you hummed, catching his attention.

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t have a potions partner if I did,” you teased as he chuckled.

“You really needed to study tonight,” he mumbled before he moved your hand from his hand, lacing his fingers between yours. “I’m sorry for making assumptions,”

“I’m sorry for never asking how you felt,” you said in return, making him shake his head.

“Well….since we’re already here…I do know a way we can make it up to each other,” he said with a smirk, you rolled your eyes.

“You just told me I needed to study,” you said as he grinned, “you do, you still can. I can quiz you,” he said as he leaned in closer.

“You also need to study,” you reminded him as he chuckled. “You’ve been hanging with Granger too much,” he teased as he walked with you, opening the door to his room. “We can study tonight, but tomorrow if you pass, I know a special reward I can give you,” he said as he kissed your neck.

“A reward for me? Sounds like it’s a reward for you,” you mused as he gently bit your neck.

“Are you saying I don’t treat you well? I’ll have to remind you,” he hummed against your skin, making you shiver.