lily

“Hello?” You murmur, peering through the doorway. It was late at night, and you couldn’t help the curiosity when you heard the rummaging in your father’s office.

The boy lifts his head. He hears you, of course. Noticing you, his eyes narrow, the void in them even more present. He doesn't move from his place.

You shouldn't be here.

It’s dangerous. This fact is as clear to him as the fact that the sun is going to rise.

Go, get out. As far away as possible.

You quickly come to recognize him as Matt, your father’s intern that occasionally stopped by for dinner — though usually stayed in your father’s dark office or whatever else. What a strange boy, was all that ran through your mind.

“Um… Matt?” You muttered, crossing your arms. Or, at least, you hoped that was his name?

Your voice brings him back to reality. The familiar soft-spoken tone is enough to soften his cold gaze.

Matt watches you closely, almost suspiciously, as he tries to come up with a logical explanation for your visit.

"Yes," He simply states. His tone still holds an edge.

“…Okay…” You mutter suspiciously, “does my father know you’re here?”

Matt’s mind races for a moment. No is the first answer that comes to his mind, but his instincts tell him not to say it.

"Does it matter?" He decides to ask back. "Why are you here? It's late for you to be wandering around alone."

“It’s my house,” you quip, narrowing your gaze.

The corners of his mouth twitch in an attempt to keep himself from smirking. A sarcastic one, but still.

"A strange hour for the Lord's daughter to be wandering around at night," He remarks dryly.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, princess?"

“Shouldn’t you get a job?” You scowl.

A brief snort, a sound that is so out of place, like it doesn't belong to him at all.

"Very funny. I have a job." As if to prove his point, he turns back to the paperwork on the table.

His tone gets a bit less curt and hostile, "Are you here for anything other than mocking me?"

“I wanted to know why you’re sneaking into my Dad’s study,” you take another step into the room.

"Sneaking in implies I wasn't invited," Matt mutters under his breath.

He watches you as you approach him warily, the shadows under his eyes deepening as his exhaustion grows with each passing minute. But he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he chooses to go a different way.

"Your interest is not appreciated. Go," He sighs, turning his attention back to the mess on the table again. If you get closer, you can see it's covered in notes in a foreign language, diagrams, drawings...

It's strange. Odd. Odd and intriguing.

You furred your eyebrows at the sight. This was not the work your father seems to tell the table about at night.

"Does my work interest you?" He asks, noticing your change in expression. His words carry a warning undertone, a silent, I wouldn’t get closer if I were you.

Matt knows exactly what you're eyeing. The diagrams of the human body, the sketches of a heart, brain, blood flow... The vials with unknown liquid... The notes in a foreign language - written by him - that only someone like him would understand.

“Oh,” you manage lowly. “Lovely. You must be a doctor. My father definitely needs those for his architectural work..”

The silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment, and Matt’s expression grows even stricter. A small sigh escapes his mouth.

"Those are my studies," He snaps, voice a bit quieter. His fingers tap against the table. "It has nothing to do with your father or his work. No one is supposed to see these. Especially you."

Your face falls. This is definitely how you die. Isn’t that like… every horror story? The villain turns and goes: what a shame, I was starting to like you!

“Okay,” you whisper, “I can keep a secret.”

A silence follows. He watches you for a moment, then a bitter snort fills the room for the second time. He looks down, shaking his head.

"You can keep a secret?"

The tone of his voice is a mix of scepticism and bitterness, "You came into a locked study at an ungodly hour. You don't strike me as a responsible and trustworthy person."

You scowl. “What other choice do you have?”

"I could send you away." He points out, eyes narrowing.

He watches you, trying to read you. His mind screams at him to get rid of her, to make sure she doesn't interfere and ruin everything.

“…Pardon?”

"Don't play dumb, it's unbecoming of a respectable lady," Matt grits his teeth. His patience is wearing thin, and the exhaustion of the last few days doesn't help.

“You know what’s unbecoming? Me telling my dad about this little… scheme!” You quip, quickly turning for the door.

A sharp sound of a chair against stone. Matt is on his feet in a matter of seconds, and you haven't even taken a proper step before he's right behind you.

"Wait-" He hisses, grabbing you by the wrist.

His long, cold fingers wrap around your wrist like a handcuff, stopping you. "Don't you dare-"

“How did you just move that fast?” You mutter, horrified.

"None of your business," He snaps instantly, his tone icy.

He glances at the door, then back to you. He watches you, expecting you to fight and start a scene. But you're frozen in place. A good, no, an amazing thing to happen in his current situation.

His other hand grabs your shoulder and turns you to face him, the grip on your wrist tightens. He leans closer and his voice goes down to a quiet, almost threatening whisper. "Don't. Breathe. A word.”

“Um,” you breathed, eyes wide.

Your breath hitches in your chest. He's close enough for you to feel his cold breath on your skin, his fingers digging slightly into your shoulder and wrist.

His eyes are darker, pupils blown wide. Even in the dim light, they hold a dangerous glint. In this moment, the resemblance to a vampire is uncanny.

But those were only of myths… weren’t they?

A few, tense moments pass before he releases your wrist, but not your shoulder. His fingers still dig into it.

"Sit." He commands.

"Right here." Another command. He points at a chair in front of the desk.

You look between the boy and the desk. Then, without another thought, bolted the other direction.

His eyes widen with disbelief, and he swears under his breath.

He chases after you.

He's faster, much faster than you are, and so much less exhausted. Catching up to you is practically nothing, as he wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you off the ground completely, carrying you back before he roughly sets you down on the chair he indicated.

"You really have to be so dramatic?" He huffs.

“You’re gonna kill me!” And then - it dawns on you, “you’re a vampire!”

Matt’s hands remain on your shoulders to keep you in place. He watches you with a deadly gaze that only proves your theory correct. The shadows under his eyes make him look even paler, almost as if the last drop of the human skin has completely disappeared.

"And you're a reckless girl who has a big mouth," He hisses. "Keep talking, I dare you."

You purse your lips shut. Maybe he’ll turn you into a vampire, too, and you’ll live out your life with him? He was cute, after all. That surely would be better than dying!

Matt watches you closely; he doesn't believe you'll be quiet, but the determination in your eyes seems more serious than before. Good.

He lets go of you and takes a few steps back, to the other side of the table.

He crosses his arms, "What am I going to do with you now? Hm..?"

Is it possible to seduce a vampire?

“Not kill me?” You suggest hopefully.

Matt’s eyes widen at your words, surprise replacing the anger in them.

"That's your great idea? To stay alive?" He asks in an almost mocking tone. "Do you even realise what position you put yourself in? Do you?"

His voice grows colder. "I could kill you right now. Snap your neck, let you bleed out on the ground-“

He lets the thought linger for a moment, like it's an actual possibility.

"But I won't. I'm not a monster."

“Uh… yeah right,” you mutter, glancing down to the floor.

"No-" He growls, taking a threatening step towards you.

Again, he grabs your shoulder. With his thumb and index finger, he lifts your chin up by it, forcing you to look at him again.

"Say that again. Look into my eyes. I dare you."

His gaze is even darker than before, with the same, dangerous glint.

You’ve come to your terms: you’re dying one way or another. Probably within the hour, seeing as the hot intern was actually a vampire. With no second thought, you kiss him.

Matt’s eyes widen, his body going still as he blinks stupidly in confusion for a moment.

He's not responding to the kiss. His lips remain shut, the hand holding your cheeks is the only movement you can feel.

After an embarrassingly long amount of time, he realises what's happening, and he pulls away.

"D-Do you have a death wish?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper, shock and confusion evident.

Despite his words and the confusion from moments ago, his eyes keep darting down to your lips.

That's what got him in trouble, damn him.

He keeps staring at you in disbelief, and you can hear that his breathing got a touch heavier. There's a moment of hesitation. He wants to kiss you.

“Well…” You cock your head to the side.

A second of hesitation passes before Matt decides to throw the caution out the window, and he kisses you back.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he finally gives himself in, letting his walls down.

His thumb caresses your cheek as the other hand finds its place at the small of your back, his other fingers tangled in your hair.

He is gentle, yet his kiss is filled with raw emotion, his need for physical contact - and you. He wants more, needs more.

His lips move hungrily, like they're trying to remember every inch of yours, to memorise them for later. He bites your lower lip, his tongue tracing it for a moment. When you part your lips just the tiniest bit, he takes advantage of it and deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping inside.

His mind is fogged up, everything except for you forgotten.

Finally, after moments which feel like an eternity, he pulls away, his breathing unsteady. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment. His heart is beating fast, as if this was his first taste of human blood - or maybe he just hasn't had a kiss for too damn long.

His lips are slightly parted, and there's still the faint taste of you on his tongue.

"You have no idea what you just did-" Matt mutters, his voice low, but he can't seem to pull away. He's so close, almost towering above you.

His thumb strokes the side of your face so gently, like a caress, an apology. He can't stop touching you, every brush of skin feels like pure bliss.

"If you weren't so damn reckless, it would be different." He adds in a more stern tone.

This feels downright sinful. Perhaps you should be burned at stake, yourself, for the thoughts that ran through your mind.

You swallow thickly, shaking your head.

"Don't shake your head, you know it's true." He mutters.

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his eyes following his movement. His touch is so gentle, but the glint in his eyes is dark.

"Don't play the innocent lamb here, honey." His thumb slips inside your mouth at the word, barely grazing your teeth...

Being at the brink of death has never been so hot!

"I wonder," He lets out, voice low, almost a whisper, "What goes on in this pretty head of yours."

A shiver goes down his spine when you run your tongue over his thumb. He watches your reactions with curiosity, but you can see his eyes growing darker.

"You didn't even fight me, and here you are, getting excited."

There's a warning in his tone and his gaze, but it only makes your heart beat even faster. God, he can't believe you. He can't believe he's standing here, enjoying a kiss from a woman, a human! With his damned fingers in her mouth, letting her do whatever she wants.

He's lost his mind.

"You're going to drive me insane." He grunts, a hand sliding to your hip.

Matt presses his lips against yours again, but the kiss is different this time. It's rough, his tongue sliding in instantly, tangling with yours.

He needs to feel the taste of your tongue, to feel you against him. God, help him.

He needs more, and no one taught him the definition of self-control, which is clear when the kiss grows even more heated, borderline desperate.

He presses a knee between your legs, and you gasp, allowing the boy easy access into your mouth.

That small gasp - the sound of it makes him want to make you do it again and again, and he groans into your mouth, unable to stop himself. One of his hands slides down to the back of your thigh, pulling you up so you're straddling his waist.

The only thing he can do is pull you closer, his body instinctively moving against yours, to feel just that much closer, more.

The way you react to him only spurs him on, and he keeps kissing you like you're the forbidden fruit and he's a fool desperate for a taste.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, using the grip to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss. He needs your taste, needs your reaction on his tongue. He feels the softness of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin, and he can't get enough.

He's so lost in you. Completely under your control, and he has no way to stop this. Not that he wants to.

In pure need (or maybe bliss) you grab one of his hands and lead it quickly to your clothed heat.

Matt doesn't expect you to do this, yet he can't stop a quiet groan to leave his throat when he feels your hand pressing his palm against yourself.

You're going to be his undoing. And he likes it. His fingers curl, but his hand remains in place, waiting to see what you do.

His other hand remains at the back of your neck, holding your head up so he has better access to your mouth. He groans softly against your lips when you rock your hips forward, seeking relief of your own.

He can't take it anymore. He pushes his thigh in the space between your legs, and it feels like the only thing he can do. He kisses you rougher, teeth grazing your lower lip slightly.

And then, much to his shame, a moan escapes his mouth.

"Is that what you need?" He groans, his voice low. Like he doesn't know the answer.

His fingers start moving gently, rubbing the fabric, feeling your heat.

It's a torturous pace at the start, the touch is teasing, but he can't wait much longer. He can feel his fangs against his lip, but he ignores it as his hands move to the lacing at the front of your dress. He fumbles with them for a moment, almost in desperation to pull the fabric down, to feel your skin, to feel more of you.

His lips move from your mouth to your neck in hungry kisses, feeling you shiver against him from the way he kisses and nips the sensitive skin of your neck.

He can't get enough of you. He's addicted, a fool trapped in your spell.

Another moan escapes his mouth, and he starts pressing his fingers harder against you, his nails digging into your thighs.

"God, you're so tempting..." He grunts.

He sucks on your sensitive skin for a moment, but a moan sounds from you this time, and suddenly, whatever patience and self control he had left go out of the window.

He's already damned anyway.

He presses your body against the table with his, his lips on your neck once more, leaving a bruise he knows you'll have to cover in the morning.

He wants to see you. He needs to see you. With a quick move, the fabric slides down your body, pooling around your waist.

His hands trail over your body, exploring your bare skin, as he nips and sucks on any inch of you he can reach. His fingers start to slide further down, feeling how soaked you are through your undergarments.

"You have absolutely no regard for the consequences of your actions, do you?" He mutters against your shoulder, and he doesn't expect an answer.

His fingers hook into the hem of your undergarments, his movements teasing, making sure you know they're there, but not enough.

“Please,” you murmur, and you’re not sure if it’s a plead for your life or to be touched.

And that is the breaking point.

With a sharp breath, he slides your undergarments down your legs, and then his fingers start trailing up again, feeling your thighs, moving closer to where you want him.

He kisses you to swallow your reaction to his touch.

"Tell me," he starts, his voice husky, almost a growl. "Do you like me?"

Without waiting for the answer, his fingers slip between your folds, and he rubs slowly. Just teasing you, still making you beg for it. His mind is swimming, and he can barely process the situation, and honestly, he doesn't care anymore. He's just focused on you.

“Yes,” you insist, breathless.

He groans quietly, pleased by the answer.

"Good," he murmurs against your skin.

He finally gives you what you want. The way his fingers slide through your folds, rubbing against your entrance. His forehead presses against your shoulder, his breath heavy, but he continues to pepper your neck with kisses.

"That's better," he encourages you in a low murmur.

He knows his fangs are bared, but he doesn't care. You want him to do this, and that's all that he needed.

His fingers rub circles around your entrance. Your heat is addictive, you're addictive, the way you moan under his touch.

"I think you're ready." He sighs against your neck, and you can feel the curve of his mouth against your skin.

Before you can react, he pushes two fingers inside you, and a quiet groan escapes his lips as the feeling.

This is what he wanted. His mind is fogged up, filled with images and thoughts of you. How you sound and look, the softness of your skin, the way you want him to touch you.

"God," he mutters, "You feel perfect”

His free hand slips under your thigh and lifts your leg over his hip, to give himself better access.

He is completely at your mercy at this point. His mind is only filled with the need to touch you, to hear you moan, to taste you, to kiss every inch of your skin.

He rubs his thumb against your sensitive bud, and his tongue runs over the skin of your neck.

His lips travel to your ear, and he nips your lobe in a teasing manner.

"You're a sinful little thing, aren't you?" He murmurs against your skin, his voice low.

"Well... Maybe i'll reward you for it." His fingers start moving faster inside you.

You are tempting, he's convinced of that much. He can’t deny his enjoyment of your soft moans and gasps, or the way your walls flutter around his fingers…

He’s doomed.

“M’gonna,” you managed, nails biting into his shoulder.

"Go on, do it." He mutters, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck.

He presses his mouth against your jaw, his fingers moving expertly as his lips find the sensitive spot below your ear.

And with that — you did.

His lips curve into a smug smile, and he presses them against the side of your neck in a kiss that almost resembles tenderness.

ooookkkay hi also i gave u 🍎 anon cause durr

he’s rough but like… in a gentle way.

like obviously, the last thing he wants to do is hurt u… but he just cant help it!!

thigh guy (not to be confused with the try guys on youtube..)

like!! ur chilling in bed? hand on ur thigh. eating breakfast? hand on ur thigh. making out? hand on ur thigh. u get the gist.

very vocal

like whining grunting mumbling begging under his breath even if hes already getting what he wants

that being said he also loves if UR vocal, nothing fills him with more pride

like absolutely loves making u desperate too.. like when ur so needy u dont know what to do.. hes feral fr

constantly kissing u to shut up

if ur sparring with him he’ll use the tactic “distract the pretty girl” which just consists of him saying filthy things mid slash or stab to distract u

also ^ with the rough thing hes usually kind of fast with it but occasionally will just… slow down.. to hear u beg or complain

like: “hm? what’s that?”

“oh, too slow?” and then he just like.. stops

that being said he will Probably edge u idk… he kind of likes being in control

again That being said he’s probably in control some way like even if ur on top he still has hands on your waist making sure he’s in charge

i feel like, also, hes really impatient

so like… if ur teasing him a little too much in bed the second he gets ur consent to go further he’s just pulling aside ur underwear rather than taking them off..

if making out he always has one hand on ur thigh (obvi before) but has another somewhere on your face pulling you more into him

this might just be bias but like… dry humping

he likes it a lot like almost too much idk why he just looks like he does have u seen his fanart

this is kinda filthy but Guys hear me out the hilt of his sword . And u. And him. Horny people do strange things if desperate. That’s all im elaborating….

prob takes u on stakeouts

then gets mad when it turns into makeouts

haha i think im funny

because hes too distracted and forgets his task and completely fumbles it

pulls u by ur collar into kisses

has no shame either

babbling on about some random drama, art hummed as he nodded along.

he chuckled softly, his hands still rubbing at your hips as you spoke.

he shifted slightly beneath you, letting out a soft groan as he felt himself straining against his boxers.

as if suddenly sidetracked, your mouth fell agape into an ‘o’. “let me help you,” you retorts, hands moving from his torso.

he groaned softly at your offer, his hands gripping onto your hips a little tighter.

“yeah?” he panted, looking up at you with a needy expression in his eyes. “please..”

you smiled, breathy grin escaping from your lips. “if you insist.”

he let out a soft groan as you spoke, his hands moving from your hips back to your thighs.

“i definitely do,” he panted, looking up at you with a desperate look in his eyes.

he shifted slightly beneath you, his hips rolling up against you in a needy attempt to get some friction.

you swatted at his waist, “behave.”

he let out a soft whine as you swatted at his waist, his hips rolling once more in an attempt to garner friction.

“but it’s so hard,” he panted, “i need you so badly..”

“i said behave.” you warned, glaring at him.

he let out a soft groan at your warning, his hips still rolling up against you in an attempt to relieve the pressure in his boxers.

“but it hurts,” he panted, “i’m so hard for you.”

his hands moved to grip your thighs, his fingers gripping onto your skin as he tried to keep himself together.

“please,” he practically whined.

“you’re not listening..” you cooed, sliding slightly off of him.

you leaned over and grabbed a pillow, “now you don’t get to touch me.”

he let out a soft gasp as you moved off of him, his fingers digging into the bed beside him as he restrained himself from grabbing you.

he watched as you leaned over and grabbed a pillow, his eyes widening as he realized what you were going to do. “no, please..” he panted, “need.. to touch you..”

you shook your head, “nope. someone can’t listen.”

he let out a needy whine at your denial, his hands gripping tightly onto the bed below as he tried to keep himself in check.

“but i need you,” he pleaded, his eyes raking over your body, “need to feel you..”

you shook your head, fluffing the pillow as you pat it. “you’re gonna have to work for it.”

he let out a needy moan at your words, his hands clenching even tighter on the bed as he stared at you.

“but.. but it hurts,” he panted, “i need you so badly..”

his whining, practically crying, is so promising you could give in — but you don’t.

“come on baby. if you wanna come, you’re gonna do this.”

he let out a soft whine at your words, his body shaking slightly with need.

he chewed on his lip for a moment, weighing his options in his head.

finally, he let out a defeated moan, and nodded. “okay,” he panted, “I’ll do it.”

he was desperate to see his release — and that was evident now.

you smiled, happy you’d gotten your way.

he settled himself against the back of the bed, his breaths coming in needy pants as he looked up at you.

he took a moment to mentally prepare himself for what was to come, before slowly moving his hands up to the pillow you’d given him.

he ran his hands over the pillow, his fingers tracing the soft fabric as he got used to the feel.

he brought the pillow down to his lap, biting his lip as he hesitated for a moment before finally resting it against himself.

he let out a soft moan at the feeling.

his hips rolled up against the pillow, a soft gasp escaping his lips at the friction.

he closed his eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the pillowcase.

he began to move himself against the pillow, his movements slow and unsteady.

he gritted his teeth as he continued his movements against the pillow, the friction nicer than he’d like to admit.

you watch as he ruts against it; pleased. “good job..”

he groaned softly at your words, his movements growing slightly more confident as he continued to rut against the pillow.

“oh god,” he panted.

his hips rolled up against the pillow with a needy moan, his face scrunched up.

he opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on you as he continued to move against the pillow. his breaths were coming in short pants, and his cheeks were flushed a dusky pink.

“please, darling,” he panted, “need you so badly..”

he was struggling to control himself, his movements growing erratic as he teetered on the edge of release.

his knuckles were white from gripping so tightly onto the edge of the couch, his body trembling as he struggled to hold on.

“please..” he panted again, his voice coming out in a needy whine, “please.. i can’t take it anymore..”

he was so close, so very very close to the edge, but he held back, knowing that he couldn’t find release without your permission, fear of you making him do it again, or something else.

“please,” he panted once more, his voice strained with need, “please let me finish..”

you seem to smile for a moment, faltering as you laid back some, watching. “just a little longer..”

he let out a whine at your words, his body tense with need as he struggled to hold himself back.

he slowed down his movements, his hips rolling up against the pillow in an unsteady rhythm.

“but i need it so badly,” he panted, his voice desperate, “need your permission..”

your gaze hardens, “and I said not yet.”

he let out a frustrated moan at your response, his body trembling as he tried to hold himself back.

he slowed down his movements even more, his hips rolling up against the pillow in small, shallow thrusts.

“please..” he pleaded once more, his voice strained with need, “please.. I’m so close..”

you rolled your eyes, sitting up on your knees, as if to get a better view. “fine, let go.”

he let out a needy gasp at your words, his body immediately tensing up as he prepared for release.

he let go of the edge of the pillow, now.

his hips snapped up against the pillow as he came, letting out a loud gasp as he found release.

he shuddered as he came down from his high.

his body was trembling, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

he slumped back against the couch, his eyes closing as he let out a content sigh.

he laid there for a moment, his body still trembling with aftershocks, before finally opening his eyes and looking up at you.

he looked wrecked, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed, but he was smiling contentedly.

you crawled forward some, knees dipping down onto the pillow as you kissed him.

he groaned softly into the kiss, his body still thrumming with satisfaction.

he reached up, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer to him, the pillow still trapped between the two of you.

feeling the soaked boxers, you grin into the kiss.

he moans softly at the feeling of your body against him, his hands running down your body and gripping your hips as he pulls you closer.

he breaks away from the kiss, panting softly as he looks up at you. “that wasn’t fair,” he whispers, a smirk on his lips.

“no?” you laughed.

he chuckled softly, his hands still holding onto your hips.

“yeah,” he mumbled, his eyes roaming over your body, “not fair at all..”

“why not?”

“because I wanted to touch you,” he pouted, his hands rubbing small circles on your hips, “and you wouldn’t let me..”

you hummed, “you didn’t listen to me.”

he let out a soft groan at your words, his body shivering slightly.

“i know,” he panted, “i was just so desperate for you..”

he ran his fingers over your hips, tracing small patterns on your skin as he looked up at you.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured, his eyes glinting with desire.

like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.

dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.

as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.

you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.

he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.

he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.

you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.

his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.

he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.

so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.

he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.

you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.

he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.

"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.

he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.

“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.

“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”

he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.

“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”

he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.

he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.

he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.

“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.

he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.

“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.

he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.

“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”

you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..

he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.

“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”

he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.

he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.

he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.

he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.

he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.

his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.

he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.

“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.

you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.

his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.

he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.

“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”

your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.

he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.

he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.

“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”

he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.

he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.

“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”

he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.

“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.

he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.

“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.

you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.

he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.

he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.

“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.

he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.

his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.

“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.

“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”

you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.

“please.” you retort softly.

he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.

“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.

he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.

“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”

you nod vicariously.

he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.

he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”

you hum contemptibly, smiling.

he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.

he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.

he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”

he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.

he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.

“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.

he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.

he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.

“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”

he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.

he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”

he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.

he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.

“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.

he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.

he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.

he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.

and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.

he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”

he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”

Living in Carp, Texas meant that there weren’t many fun things to do. You can only drive around an empty parking lot for so long before getting bored. So when the opportunity of playing Panic rises, you rise with it.

And surprisingly, you didn’t immediately get eliminated. In fact — you’ve somehow made it this far, round two, which.. you’re sure you’re going to fall to your death or just entirely not do it. And you were fine with that, truly. You had your fun.

Now it was time to focus on something a little bit more real – your chances of winning the pot were low, especially because of all that stuff last year, and because of Dodge Mason.

If you didn’t know what determination was before that boy, you definitely did now. It was hard not to see him and not see determination, especially after the first challenge. He didn’t have fear in his eyes when he did it, unlike any of the other contestants. He had something else.

You shift on the hood of the beat-up car, sighing as you look over your shoulder for any sign of your friends. It was hard to tell through the sea of people — some juniors who were eager to see the game, some graduates who refused to play, such and such.

Dodge’s eyes roamed over to you, taking in the way you fiddled with the bracelets on your wrists and the tight, nervous expression on your face. He knew what you were thinking — he could see it in your eyes. I don’t belong here.

He watched you look around for your friends and found himself wondering why you were alone. Why weren’t you with them?

He seems to recognize you from the first challenge, and when you meet his gaze, he raises a hand. A small smile follows, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling in return.

Something sparked in Dodge’s chest as your lips curled into a small smile — he hadn’t expected a smile in return. Nor had he expected your eyes to soften at the sight of him, or your cheeks to flush a pretty shade of pink.

Maybe he had more of a chance with you than he thought.

The sight of you smiling in return gives him just enough confidence to walk over, stopping in-front of you. It was slightly unnerving, but it felt nice. Exhilarating, even.

He smirked to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to you — and just like that, his bravado returned.

“So,” he started, turning his head to the side to look down at you as he leaned against the car. “Here to root for me?”

Your gaze tilts to him, and you almost laughed. “No, I’m here to win.”

Dodge raised an eyebrow at your response, a scoff and chuckle of disbelief slipping between his lips. He turned around, leaning his hip against the hood of the car, the smirk never wavering from his face.

“Oh, really?” He said, cocking his head to the side. “You honestly think you stand a chance against me?”

He wasn’t sure where all this confidence was coming from - because if it were anyone else, he would’ve just been nodding along with simple responses by now.

You grin. “I know so.”

He let out a hearty laugh and shook his head.

“I’m serious!” You exclaim, although, you really aren’t. You planned to chicken out the second you got called on that death-trap of a beam, no way in hell are you risking your life just to possibly lose in the end.

“Yeah,” he begun, but you shook your head; letting laughs fall from your lips. “No, not really.” You grin up at him, and he acts surprised; but he kind of had a feeling from the start you wouldn’t actually go through with any of this.

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re backing out just like that?”

Your eyes catch on the flex of his muscles as his arms fold over his chest, before flickering back up to his face with a shrug. “I guess—“

You’re cut off by the sound of sirens approaching, closing your eyes as you let out a frustrated exhale. Playing panic was dangerous — watching it, even.

Dodge’s expression quickly turned serious as the sound of sirens filled the air. He immediately turned his head towards the noise, his muscles tense and eyes narrowing.

He quickly looked back over at you, silently cursing how distracted he had become from your presence. He should have been on guard — his focus needed to be on the task at hand, not on some cute girl.

“Cops,” he said lowly, looking back at the police cars approaching.

“Obviously,” you retort, sliding of the hood as you glance over your shoulder. There wasn’t really much places to scatter to, but –

Your train of thought is cut off by his hand on your wrist, pulling you along towards a patch of woods.

Dodge moved fast, tugging on your wrist and pulling you away from the car. He quickly led you towards a patch of woods nearby, trying to put as much distance between you and the cops before they got out of their cars.

He kept his grip on your hand as you ran, his fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist. They were rough — calloused from working on the farm and years of horseback riding.

As they made it into the safety of the trees, Dodge pulled you behind a large oak, pinning you against the trunk.

He quickly retracted, internally cursing himself for doing such. “Sorry, instinct,” he grumbles, although not angry towards you, god, not you.

“You lead a lot of girls away from cops?” You quip, fighting the urge to laugh to yourself.

Dodge let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. Adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

He’d somehow managed to pull you almost 500 yards within that span of three minutes.

“Yeah, all the time,” he replied sarcastically, his smirk returning as he leaned his shoulder against the tree next to you. “You’re the twenty-third one I’ve led this month alone.”

You roll your eyes, “How charming.”

Dodge chuckled at your eye roll, leaning closer to you and looking down at you. His smirk widened as he pushed himself off of the tree, turning to face you fully.

“Yeah, I’m a real charmer,” he joked, crossing his arms over his chest once more. He paused then, noticing how close he was to you.

He cleared his throat before speaking again, pulling away, partially in fear of scaring you, partially in fear he couldn’t stop himself from asking to kiss you. “So, uh… you got a ride home or something?”

Fuck. No you did not. You hadn’t actually accounted that part down — you came with your friend, who is currently nowhere to be found, if not currently in the back of a cop car.

“No.” You huffed, narrowing your gaze as you looked at him, “I was gonna crash at Natalie’s,” You said, trying to explain your situation, which wasn’t hard to understand to begin with. Came with a friend, planned to leave with a friend, currently 500 yards away from said friend’s car, can’t exactly account to go home, as you told her you were going to bed three hours ago.

Dodge’s eyebrows furrowed at your answer — not out of annoyance, but concern. He knew the cops would be searching everywhere, and you didn’t have a ride home.

He thought for a moment, weighing his options. He couldn’t leave you out here alone until the police left. It was too dangerous.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair again before speaking. “Alright,” he said, looking down at you. “You’re comin’ home with me, then.”

Your eyes widen, and you seem to swallow as you tilt your head forwards, perplexed. “What?”

Dodge raised an eyebrow at your reaction, his expression shifting to confusion. He was surprised that you seemed so shocked by his offer.

Although, he got it. You didn’t know him well — not outside of school at least. You had seem him a few times, sat by him in a few classes. Thought he was cute, too, but never would’ve admitted that.

“You need a place to stay for the night,” he explained, his eyes locked on yours. “And you sure as hell can’t stay here.”

He paused, eyeing you up and down before continuing. “So you’ll stay at my house. It’s not a big deal.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but quickly snapped it shut, knowing he was right. Spending the night in the woods with the cops searching was a recipe for disaster.

Going home would be even worse.

And yet… spending the night at his house still stirred something within you — anxiety, excitement, curiosity — you couldn’t tell.

“Okay,” You nod, eyes darting around. “Yeah.” You exhale, it was for the better. You weren’t gonna sleep on the side of the road, and you knew Dodge.. to an extent, enough to know he’s not gonna pull an axe on you in your sleep.

Dodge’s face morphed into a sly grin as you agreed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew he was probably going to regret this later — he’d never brought a girl to his house before, let alone a girl his mother didn’t approve of.

“Atta girl,” he said, lightly patting your shoulder before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Let’s go.”

Dodge stepped away from the protective cover of the trees, gesturing for you to follow him. The coast was clear for now, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

As you fell in step with him, he leaned down to your ear. “Just so you know,” he began in a low voice. “My mom doesn’t know you’re coming over. So.. don’t talk too loud when we get to the house, alright?”

You cock your head to the side, a slight laugh escaping under your breath. “Doesn’t know or isn’t okay?”

Dodge chuckled, shaking his head as he continued walking. “Both,” he answered, his hands still shoved in his pockets.

“She wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have some girl she’s never met before spend the night out of nowhere.”

You nod, wondering why he’d offer in the first place then. He could’ve left you to get in trouble with your mom, left you to get eliminated, anything else.

“Is that your car?” You tilt your head forwards, breaking the silence that fell over the two teens, eyeing a white car.

Dodge followed your gaze, looking at the car you were eyeing. He nodded, a proud smile forming on his lips. “Yeah,” he said, a hint of boasting in his voice. “That’s her.”

You find it slightly funny that he’s gendered his car.

He quickly started towards the car, reaching it within a few long strides. He pulled the passenger side door open, motioning for you to get in. “C’mon.”

You almost hesitate — but, it’s not like you have another choice — or enough self control.

You hesitated for a moment, looking at the open door before climbing inside. You settled into the leather seat, shutting the door behind you, your stomach twisting with nervousness.

Dodge walked around to the driver’s side and got in, settling into the seat and buckling his seatbelt. He twisted the key in the ignition, the engine of the car coming to life with a low, rumbling purr.

He pulled out of the field and onto the road, navigating the deserted streets skillfully. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of gravel beneath the tires.

Dodge glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how tense and quiet you seemed. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You alright?”

You nod. “Yeah, I guess it’s just..” You trailed off, unsure of how to actually describe the feeling.

It wasn’t scary, but it was. You were almost excited, but you didn’t know him well. Any knowledgeable person would be wary, but god, was Dodge Mason cute.

“I don’t know.”

Dodge chuckled, a sympathetic scoff falling from his lips at your failed attempt at putting your feelings into words.

He could tell you were conflicted about all of this — going home with a guy you barely knew, spending the night in a home you’ve never been to before… he didn’t blame you.

He sighed, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Yeah, I’m sure this isn’t how you planned to spend your night, huh?”

You scoff. “Who doesn’t plan to go home with a boy they barely know after cops raid them?”

He shook his head with a grin and looked over at you again, his eyes scanning over your features. Despite the absurdity of the situation, he couldn’t help the fluttery feeling in his chest as he looked at you.

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. The night was still and quiet, only the hum of the engine breaking the silence.

“Dodge?” You spoke up suddenly, your voice soft.

Dodge’s attention immediately went to you, his eyes flickering over to glance at you. “Yeah?” He responded, his tone just as quiet as yours.

You shifted in your seat, turning to face him. “Can I ask you something?” you inquired, your expression slightly serious.

Dodge raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in your demeanor. “Shoot,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

You paused for a moment, collecting your thoughts before speaking. “Why did you offer to let me stay the night?”

The question had been weighing on your mind since the moment he suggested it. You knew he wasn’t exactly the most responsible or trustworthy person, yet he’d gone out of his way to offer you refuge at his home.

Dodge’s grip tightened around the steering wheel as you asked the question. He expected it, knowing it was bound to come up eventually, but he wasn’t exactly prepared to answer it fully.

The truth was simple — he found you attractive, intriguing, and he was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud, not yet.

Instead, he shrugged nonchalantally. “Seemed like you needed a place to stay,” he responded, keeping his tone casual.

Your eyebrows furrowed, sensing the hint of evasion in his answer. You knew there was more to it than that, but you also knew it wasn’t your place to push him for the truth — especially given your options in the current moment.

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat and looking out the window again. The rest of the ride passed in silence, only broken by the sound of the engine and the occasional rumble of the road beneath the tires.

After a few minutes, Dodge finally pulled into a long gravel driveway, leading up to a house. The house was modest, but well-kept. Even in the dim light, you could make out the meticulously maintained garden and the freshly painted exterior.

He shifted the car into park and killed the engine, turning to look at you. “We’re here.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and looked out the windshield, taking in the sight of the house. It was cozy, but not overly extravagant. It looked lived in — a home owned by a family who actually spent time here.

You let out a shaky breath, nerves starting to bubble up inside you once more. This was really happening. You were really going in there.

It wasn’t like regular nerves you’d had before. Not like panic, more like when you’re hanging out with a friend you’ve met for the first time — although, you technically know Dodge.

Dodge could sense the anxiety radiating from you, your nervousness evident in the way you fidgeted in your seat. He let out a low sigh, his eyes flickering over your features for a moment before speaking.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he reassured you, his voice soft. “My mom and sister are probably already asleep, so just stay quiet.”

You nodded, smiling. “Well, let’s go then. I’m tired.”

Dodge returned your smile with a nod of his own, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned his attention to unbuckling his seatbelt.

He pushed the driver’s side door open, the soft creak of the metal mixing with the sound of the crickets chirping in the night air. He got out of the car and shut the door, rounding the hood and opening your door for you.

You stepped out of the car, your shoes crunching on the gravel beneath them. You followed Dodge as he led the way to the front door, your eyes darting around nervously, taking in the surroundings.

He paused in front of the door and fumbled through his pockets, searching for his keys. After a moment, he fished them out and unlocked the door, pushing it open quietly.

He wasn’t exactly worried about making noise - his mom usually didn’t pay mind to him coming late. She figured he’d be home way later in any other circumstances, anyways.

As Dodge opened the door, a warm, inviting light spilled out from inside the house. You followed him inside, stepping into the entranceway and closing the door softly behind you.

The interior of the house was cozy and homey, with warm wood accents and comfortable furnishings. There was a sense of order and cleanliness, but it didn’t feel overly stiff or overly lived-in.

Dodge gestured for you to keep your shoes on, before nodding towards a hallway. “My room’s down there,” he whispered, indicating the direction of a long hallway to the left of the entryway.

You followed his gaze, looking down the hallway. You could see several doors lining the sides of the hallway, presumably leading to different rooms — bathrooms, bedrooms, and the like.

You looked back at Dodge, your heart rate increasing as you realized the implication of his words. His room. Where he sleeps. Where you’ll be sleeping, in close proximity to him.

Dodge noticed the look on your face, noticing the way your eyes widened slightly, betraying your thoughts. He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension.

“Relax,” he whispered, his tone playful. “You’ll be fine. My room’s big enough for the both of us.”

You roll your eyes, “OK, cowboy.” You step into the open door, taking in the dimly-lit room. It wasn’t much. Just trophies, a wardrobe and a bed and small clutter around the room.

You liked it. You could get used to it.

Dodge chuckled at your nickname, following you into the room and shutting the door behind him. The atmosphere grew more intimate as you both entered the enclosed space, the faint smell of his cologne mingling with the scent of his laundry detergent.

He leaned against the wall, watching you look around with a slight smirk on his lips. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to the bed.

You don’t take any convincing, and immediately flop down onto the bed, exhaling at the feel of the differing comfort in comparison to his car and old truck.

Dodge let out another chuckle as you flopped onto the bed, his eyes watching you sprawled out on his sheets. the sight amused him - you looked like a starfish on the soft material of the mattress.

He pushed away from the wall and walked across the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Comfy?” He teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah,” you hummed, a soft grin adorning your face. “although,” you sit up, glancing to him, “wish I would’ve known i’d be having a sleepover. All my stuff is in Nat’s car.”

Dodge chuckled, his eyes scanning over you as you sat up next to him. “Well, I didn’t exactly plan for this either,” he retorted, a smirk still playing on his lips.

He thought for a moment, his gaze flicking towards the door and then back to you. “You can borrow something to sleep in, if you want.”

You nod vicariously, laughing. “I am not sleeping in this.”

Dodge chuckled, leaning back on his arms as he looked you up and down. He took in your outfit, noting how out of place it seemed in this setting.

“Yeah, it’s not exactly sleepwear,” he agreed, amusement in his voice. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over your body before he spoke again. “I got some old T-shirts you can borrow.”

He stood up, walking over to the closet, before tossing a shirt your way. It was larger, but you could tell that it was his. It smelt faintly like him, and you can make the outlines out of a cracked pattern from an old rodeo.

You smiled up at him, appreciatively. “Thanks,” you said, placing the clothes down beside you. “Do you mind if I change here?”

Being caught by his sister or mom wasn’t exactly a want for you right now.

“Nope, go ahead,” he replied, leaning against the wall lazily. “I won’t look.”

You nodded, watching as his gaze shifts towards the closet, adjusting clothes.

You waste no time peeling the clothes off of you, pulling the T-shirt over your body as you exhale, and then pulling the old sweatpants over your body, tying them as tight as you could around your waist.

“Okay.” You said.

He quickly shook the thoughts away, clearing his throat. “You decent?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Yep.” You nod, shifting back on the bed some, “Oh,” you glance away, “you can change too, sorry.”

Dodge chuckled at your realization, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to you again.

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt. “I wasn’t planning on sleeping in this, anyways.”

He pulled the fabric over his head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing his bare chest.

He knows how badly this could’ve ended - but, he was already here, and honestly the lack of sleep was beginning to make him more bold than he’d like to admit.

Your eyebrows raise, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you met his gaze.

Dodge noticed your reaction, his smirk widening as he caught your laugh. He chuckled in response, his eyes locked on yours.

“What?” He asked, his voice playful. “Never seen a guy shirtless before?”

You shake your head, blinking back shock. “I have,” you note, trying to pretend as if your eyes weren’t raking over his body.

“Just.. wasn’t expecting this.”

Her close proximity was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume filling his senses and clouding his thoughts.

He leaned in slightly, his face inches away from yours. His gaze flicked from your eyes to lips, the desire to kiss you overwhelming any logical thoughts in his mind.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Tell me you want this. Tell me to, and I will. But I need to hear you say it."

He leaned in further, his lips hovering just above yours, the gap between them practically non-existent.

"I want this," you admitted, barely audible.

Without another word, he closed the minimal gap between them, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

His hands moved from your cheek to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him.

But it wasn't just about physical need, you could sense. There was a sense of desperation in the way he held you, as if this moment was more than just a passing lust.

As the kiss deepened, Dodge backed you up against the bed, gently maneuvering you until you were trapped between him and the mattress.

His hands moved under your shirt, tracing a path up your bare skin, causing you to shiver against him.

Dodge trailed hot kisses down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of burning desire in their wake. His hands roamed over your body, worshiping every inch of your bare skin.

His mouth returned to yours, claiming your lips in a passionate embrace. He rolled his hips against you, eliciting a gasp from your lips as the friction between your bodies intensified.

With a smooth movement, he pulled away from your lips and moved to your jawline, nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

“You have no idea,” he rasped, his voice low and ragged with desire, “how long I've wanted to do this.”

His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, gripping the flesh hard as he shifted between your legs.

Dodge took a few moments to admire the sight of you beneath him, your face flushed and lips swollen from his kisses. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you tasted, the way you felt beneath him.

He leaned down to capture your lips again, his hands roaming further up your thighs. His fingers toyed with the waistband of the sweatpants, the thought of going further crossing his mind.

Dodge broke the kiss, panting slightly as he looked down at you again.

“God,” he rasped, his gaze roaming over your flushed face and disheveled hair. “You’re so damn beautiful like this.”

He leaned back down, his breath hot against your ear. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “All of you. Right here. Right now.”

His lips moved to your neck, trailing hot kisses down your collarbone as his hands continued to wander over your body. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the sweatpants, tracing patterns against your skin.

“Okay,” You nod, “okay,” you repeat softer.

Dodge's breath hitches at your agreement, his fingers stilling. He pulls away just enough to look at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and relief.

"Yeah?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. "You're sure?"

You nod, “I’m sure.”

Dodge's response is immediate, his mouth crashing back down onto yours in a passionate kiss. His hands move faster now, pushing down the sweatpants and discarding them onto the floor.

He positions himself back between your legs, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you hungrily. One of his thighs slides against you, causing you to gasp into the kiss.

Dodge takes advantage of your moment of surprise, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. His hands roam over your bare thighs and hips, gripping the flesh tightly as he continues to move against you.

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, the evidence of his desire evident and urgent. He pulls away from the kiss, panting slightly, and looks down at you.

“God,” he mutters, his voice ragged and hoarse. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He shifts his hips, pressing against you more purposefully. The friction between your bodies causes him to let out a guttural groan, his head dropping down to bury in your neck.

He peppers your neck with kisses, his lips and teeth leaving behind a trail of marks and bites. He continues to rock his hips against you, the friction growing more and more intense as the seconds pass.

His hands roam over your body, mapping out every dip and curve with fervor. He's almost feverish in his touch, his need for you overwhelming his rational thoughts.

"I need," he gasps, his breath warm against your skin, "I need..."

He doesn't finish his sentence, instead moving to capture your lips in another bruising kiss. His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he increases the pace of his movements. The friction between your bodies is enough to send waves of pleasure through you, the feeling consuming your senses.

Dodge breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to see your face. He takes in the sight of you, hair mussed, eyes glazed over with desire, cheeks flushed with color.

He looks wrecked himself, his breathing labored and his body taut with tension. Every muscle in his body is pulled taught, as if he's holding back from completely letting go.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin. He's on the edge, you can tell. But he's still holding back, still trying to control himself.

"I want... I need..." he pants, his words coming out in shuddering gasps. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me I can... tell me you want..."

He trails off, unable to finish his sentence. He's desperate, his need for you almost palpable in the air.

He know’s he’s gotten your permission beforehand, but he needs to be sure.

“Please.” You whine.

Dodge exhales a ragged breath at your response, the sound almost a moan. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his body trembling with need.

"Thank god," he gasps, his voice cracking slightly. "Thank god."

He captures your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth hungrily. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, spreading your legs further apart as he positions himself against you.

The friction between your bodies is maddening now, the pleasure building with every movement. Dodge bucks his hips against you, causing you both to moan into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss again, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You feel so good," he whispers against your skin, his words sending shivers through your body. "So perfect, so goddamn perfect."

His hands roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of exposed flesh. He's everywhere at once, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that spread through your body like wildfire.

You almost whine out at the lack of contact to your body as his hands travel to his belt.

Dodge's hands fumble with his jeans, the frantic motion a clear indicator of how desperately he needs you. He pushes the material down, kicking them off the edge of the bed with a hasty movement.

He's bare now, his body exposed and vulnerable in a way he rarely lets himself be. He positions himself back between your legs, bracing himself above you.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him. You're flushed and trembling, your eyes glassy with desire. You can see his gaze flickering over your body, taking in every detail, every curve.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands grip your hips again, holding you in place as he rolls his own into you.

The friction between your bodies is enough to drive you both insane. Dodge lets out a guttural moan into the kiss, his grip on your hips tight enough to bruise.

He swears he could come at the sight of this alone, and he honestly might.

A rapid knock to his door stirs him out of his frenzy.

Dodge grunts in surprise, pulled out of his passionate haze by the interruption. He looks up at you, his eyes still dark with desire but confused by the sudden intrusion.

"What?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he called out to his sister in the hallway. "What's wrong?"

“I can’t reach the cereal above the fridge.”

He rolled his eyes, huffing as he pulled your — his, sweatpants over his body.