#himband

Emerson Burton/Janne Puurtinen X fem reader 

Reader and Burton have been friends for a long time, but both are shy and don't make moves. Ville has noticed your good tone for one another and takes matters into his own hands.

tags: smut, fluff, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, handjob, unprotected sex, shy and jealous Burton, friends to lovers

words: 5,2k

tags: @boyzforpele

“Are you doing something tomorrow?” You asked as you looked over at Burton.

“No, not really,” he answered without looking at you. You took another sip of what might’ve been your fourth beer of the night, his dry answer only fueling your need for hydration.

You sat between him and Ville on the sofa in Ville’s living room. The party had long ago broken into smaller groups, leaving you with the two of them, and Mige, as Gas and Linde discussed a Metallica album with some of their other friends present at the other end of the coffee table.

“Don’t worry about Burton,” Ville said as he put his arm around your shoulders.

As Ville was a pretty touchy guy, you didn’t care much, but still, you much rather wished it was Burton. He, on the other hand, seemed to be uninterested in even talking to you. The whole night he had spent in almost silence, at least towards you, even though he was the one who had invited you.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year, during which, you had always done some friendly flirting. A couple of weeks ago however, you had started to doubt that it was still friendly. When waiting for your bus after a concert, he had started teasing you about how indecisive you were about the merch, that you had bought two items. You had reciprocated the teasing, the affair ending with your faces almost meeting in a kiss. Your heart had skipped a beat as you, surprisingly enough, wanted them to. Burton too seemed confused after having realized what happened.

You hadn’t talked about it since. Every hangout afterwards had been like it never happened. Before that night, you had never thought about him in that way. Sure, it was impossible to ignore how attractive he was, something you had admired many times, but never thought any more about. Now, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how he would feel to kiss. How it would feel to have him inside you. Even how it would be to wake up next to him.

How he behaved now thus became extra painful. He had behaved like this for a couple of days, ever since the two of you had ran into Ville after a trip to the cinema. He had joined the two of you back at Burton’s place for a beer, spending the majority of the night showing you some card tricks he had learned.

Beside you Burton started putting on his jacket. Because of the big group of people in the room, it couldn’t possibly be because he was cold.

“Are we leaving?” You asked as he stood up from the sofa. The two of you usually always left parties together, sometimes ending up sleeping on each other's sofas.

He looked back at you, looking like he was about to sigh, “Just going out for a cig.”

“Fancy a new drink?” Ville asked when Burton had left. As you nodded, he took your hand and stood up. Mige shot Ville a warning glance. Looking away for your own sanity, you also noticed how Gas was looking at Ville like he was about to let out a sigh. In other words, there wasn't much comfort there either.

Luckily Ville ignored all the warnings and started leading you towards the kitchen. On the way you passed the door to the balcony. Outside Burton stood silently, his elbows leaned on the metal railing and his back turned towards you, smoking.

Ville knew he could get almost every girl he wanted, and Burton knew that too. So if he had decided to behave like an asshole from now on, you might as well forget him somehow. Cus you weren’t interested in being treated like this any longer, and if your friendship ended, you wouldn’t, getting laid on the way to it sure didn’t hurt either.

As you reached the kitchen Ville let go of your hand.

“So how are we keeping up, hot stuff?” he asked as he fixed his hair with the help of his reflection in the kitchen window.

“Are you talking to me or yourself right now?”

“Myself - of course,” he said before turning around with a confident grin. “But seriously, don’t worry, he’ll come around,” he said as he put one hand on each of your shoulders, “Need something stronger?” You nodded, still wondering what he meant by come around. Come around to what? Whatever it was, you felt like alcohol might soften the pain in your chest, maybe even allowing you to actually feel hurt by Burton, so hurt that you could get over him. “Ever tasted a Jäger Metal?”

“A what?”

“Jäger Metal.”

“No,” you said, still confused.

“I’ll go get the jäger then,” he said over his shoulder as he left you alone in the kitchen. You stood there a couple of minutes, the picture of Burton smoking on the balcony still imprinted on your mind. 

Ville didn’t come back to break this, but you soon managed on your own, your anger pulling you out from your daydream. Might as well get a beer while you waited, or to use as a chaser after the drink. It went down like water at this point. 

What met you when you opened the fridge however, was about a hundred already empty sixpacks. In hopes of finding something which still contained alcohol, you started to gather the empty pieces of paper in one hand. While digging deeper into the fridge, a heavy sigh made you aware that someone had entered the kitchen with you. With the presumption that it was Ville, you just continued. He would probably want one himself in addition to the drinks, if he even had the ingredients to make it.

“Do you mind getting me one too?” Burton asked as he leaned against the counter right beside you. He was still wearing his brown leather jacket, had probably went straight to the kitchen to get himself a new drink after his smoke.

“Yeah, just throw away this,” you said and handed him the pieces of paper without looking at him. Even though you didn’t remove all the empty paper cartoons, you could finally see some beer cans. And just in time too. You took out two of them before closing the door. As you handed Burton one, his fingers brushed yours lightly. 

“Thanks.” 

Even though you started to doubt Ville’s return, you didn’t wanna go back to the living room. Besides, Burton looked at you as if he wanted to say something, so you leaned against the counter beside him, waiting in anticipation to lash out at him for behaving like such an asshole the whole night.

“Where’s Ville?” Was apparently the thing he wanted to say, not even recognizing how he had ignored you most of the night.

“Getting some Jäger for drinks.” The sound of your beer can opening filled the awkward silence that followed, a silence that made you take a big sip of the can right away.

Burton looked down to the floor, seemingly spaced out. “You two seem to be getting along well tonight.”

“I mean, have we ever not gotten along?”

“It’s just that you seem closer than usual.”

“Why? Does it bother you or something? At least he seems interested in spending time with me, you sure as hell hasn’t.”

“I’m just asking if you like him.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d tease you about being jealous." When he didn’t answer you turned your head to look at him and your heart immediately dropped. His brown eyes looked sadly down into yours, his mouth partially open, like he was about to say something.

Words were, however, not necessary any longer. He sat his beer down on the counter behind you before wrapping the now free arm around your hips, pulling you into him firmly, finally continuing what had happened a couple weeks before. It felt so right having his lips on yours, like they had been there many times.

“Was that okay?” He whispered against your lips, pulling a little away, giving you a chance to leave if that was what you desired. 

You looked up into his soft brown eyes and whispered “Yeah.” The butterflies had finally started tingling in anticipation, not letting you wait too long before kissing him again. 

When you did, both his arms hugged around you, pulling you tightly into him. You slung your arms around his broad shoulders then, just after putting down your beer beside his.

The kisses were so soft. Unlike people you had kissed before, he didn’t rush things. He seemed to be savouring every kiss, wanting to taste all of it before going in for a second bite.

After a while you moved his hand to your chest, which he immediately started to squeeze lightly. Surprisingly his hand returned to your back shortly after. However, after a while of him caressing your skin it all made sense. Fingers started playing with your top, sliding in underneath it. The feeling of his fingertips running up the bare skin on your back made shivers run uncontrollably up and down your spine.

“You want me to touch you?” he asked as his kisses started to move towards your throat and neck, you wishing he would just devour you then and there.

“Yeah.” After granting the permission, he didn’t hesitate to loosen your bra and letting his hand slide up underneath it. As he touched you, your shirt travelled further and further up your body until your breasts were on full display for him. He stopped then, taking a couple seconds to admire them.

“Fuck,” he mumbled in awe before leaning in to kiss one of them, one of his hands caressing the other. He took his sweet time with the kisses, surely planting soft kisses on your whole boob before reaching your nipple. His kisses became extra soft then, and you soon felt his tongue swirling around your nipple so it hardened, before he started sucking softly. 

“Having a little party for yourselves, huh?” Burton covered your breasts with his hands as he pulled away, staring at Mige, who took a beer out of the fridge. Before leaving he pointed a strict finger at you and said “Have fun, but remember: be careful!”

When the two of you were left alone again, you looked back at Burton. He apologised softly before fastening your bra and pulling your shirt down again. Everything done with a shy warm smile on his lips, now dark pink from kissing you. Your hands still rested on his shoulders, allowing you to pull him down into a kiss again. 

It did not take long before he got carried away again. His kisses trailed down your chin and throat as his hands went under your shirt once more.

“Wish we could go somewhere with more peace and quiet,” he whispered against your neck without stopping kissing it, “I wanna make you feel good, Y/N.”

“Let’s just do it here.”

“Here? Where Mige just walked in on us? You little freak.”

“Have to cure your jealousy somehow.” Burton pulled away, looking at you, unamused, but with a little smirk in his eyes anyways. He loved to pretend to hate your teasing. “Doesn’t the door lock or something?” The two of you looked at the door, unfortunately seeing how the keyhole was empty.

“But I might have an idea.” His arms became visible as he peeled off his jacket, placing it on the kitchen table. As he got a chair, you placed a sixpack outside of the kitchen. When he saw it, he just looked back at you with a confused, but amused look.

“We won’t get peace if they don’t have drinks,” you said and shrugged.

“And you think six beers’ gonna be enough?” he said, still laughing as he placed the chair beneath the doorhandle, so it couldn’t be opened. 

“A little moderation might be good for them,” you said, smiling in anticipation of his return. 

“Good thinking,” he mumbled before going straight back to kissing you again, arms around your body to get you as close as possible. 

Wanting to feel every part of him, finally allowed to touch, you let your hands find their way under his shirt, sliding up his chest and feeling his warm skin against yours. He quickly discarded the t-shirt and threw it away, making it obvious that he craved your touch as much as you craved to touch every centimeter of his body.

Even though you had seen him shirtless before, you never expected him to feel as muscular as he did. It might also have been how tightly he held you, like if he didn’t you would disappear. Still it was the opposite of uncomfortable. His hungry embrace only showed how much he wanted you there, since you knew he only was able to do it because you gave him the permission. 

When you pulled a little away his grip loosened up immediately. He only looked confused and pleading at you as you cupped his jaw with your hands. At this point he was only wearing a necklace on his upper body, one with a leather chain and a silver pendant, that he wore all the time. You could already feel the wetness between your legs, and his new outfit did not make it any better. Your fingers caressed his mild sideburns carefully before moving back towards his earrings.

Usually you thought the low ponytail suited him, but now, it was nothing except annoying. You pulled the hair tie slowly down, until his long brown hair fell loosely around his naked shoulders. With the newfound freedom, you let your hands roam through it. As you did, he opened up your zipper, letting one hand down your pants to start caressing you through your panties as you kissed again.

“Show me where,” he whispered lowly against your lips as his hand moved underneath your panties. You carefully moved his fingers to your clit. Feeling a small wave of pleasure at only the touch, you pulled his hair softly. His eyes rolled back at your greediness, before meeting yours again, this time looking incredibly vulnerable as he continued to pleasure you, sometimes moving a finger down to tease your opening. Even then you felt his cold ring against your clit, just adding to the pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whispered, not breaking the intense eye contact. Slowly he removed his fingers from you, almost making you start protesting. As they came into sight, they were shiny with your slick. Still looking deep into your eyes and soul, he licked it off, his lips and tongue dragging slowly over his fingers, making you want them to do the same on your skin.

“Fuck, you even taste good,” he mumbled before looking down at your pants, “These needs to get off.”

The pants were off in no time, thrown to the side somewhere. Your panties however, he took his sweet time with, dragging them slowly down and kissing each of your calves as he lifted your legs to remove them.

“How pretty,” he said as he looked up into your eyes with a soft smile. His hands shoved things on the counter backwards, grabbing your naked hips with the intention of lifting you up on the counter top.

However, one look at the messy and dirty counter made him pull you back into his chest. He quickly went over to the table to retrieve his brown jacket, placing it on the clear space on the countertop so you could sit on it.

He then lowered himself down on his knees in front of you. His hands carefully stroking your legs and placing them over his shoulders, giving him full access to everything between them.

His round brown eyes looked innocently up at you as he carefully kissed the inside of your thighs, pretending he didn’t know exactly what you wanted him to do. Right before you were about to complain, his mouth connected with you, earning a gasp as your hand flew to his hair.

He only licked in long strokes to begin with, making sure you looked him in the eyes as his tongue divided your folds. It didn’t take long before he finally found back to your clit, making you pull his hair slightly as you released a gasp.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as his tongue quickly began flicking it. At the same time one of his fingers had started to slowly stroke your already wet folds, before entering back in. 

“Oh, Burton,” you moaned.

“Janne,” he corrected, pulling his face away from you and instead looking hopefully up at you, waiting for your answer.

“Janne,” you confirmed and nodded, earning a soft smile from where he sat between your legs before his face returned to his rightful spot, adding another finger as reward.

You had already been close before the second finger. Now you were right on the verge. Your muscles spasmed slightly in anticipation, warning you against the strong feelings that were about to be unleashed.

A low moan escaped your lips as your head fell backwards into the cabinet when you finally came. Too lost in pleasure, you didn’t even realise what had happened until you heard Burton ask if you were okay. When you opened your eyes he had gotten to his feet again. He looked concerned at you with his hands placed on your thighs.

“Yeah.”

“Sure?” One of his hands went to the back of your head, checking for blood.

“Mhm,” you mumbled as you looked down, palming the clearly visible bulge in his pants. He let out a sigh, you taking it as a sign to start stroking him through the jeans material. 

Even though you had just had an orgasm, you longed for another one, but this time with him inside of you. Just the thought made you clench again, sadly around nothing. Burton seemed to want the same. He was pulling your shirt off yet again and throwing it away before quickly opening and removing your bra, letting his hands once again caress your tits. 

You could see the excitement in his eyes and feel it in his whole body. To relieve some of it, you opened his fly. His hard clothed cock sprang free then, only held back by the red boxers.

His eyes slammed shut as you touched him with only the boxers as a barrier. Wanting to see him struggle just a while longer, you started planting kisses along his neck.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” He barely got the sentence out, too lost in his own pleasure.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” you assured him as your hand followed the hair from his navel down under the band of his boxers. Even though you had already seen an outline of it a couple of times, and thus had a general idea of the length, the thickness surprised you. Your fingers wrapped around him, feeling his cock jump at the touch. His hands also squeezing your tits a little too hard, before quickly returning them to your thighs as you started stroking, releasing him from his prison.

When you looked up at him again, he had opened his eyes and looked down at you like you had hurt him. However, he encouraged you to continue by thrusting slowly into your hand. You stroked his hair back, laying his beautiful face on full display for you, laying him even more bare as you continued.

His eyebrows suddenly curled as his eyes shut yet again and his fingers squeezed your thigh hard, “I don’t wanna finish this way.”

“How do you wanna finish?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Inside of you,” he whispered, still with closed eyes, his hands frantically moving around your hips to get a better grip. You continued stroking him, squeezing his cock lightly, feeling the excitement through your whole body just by the thought of him filling you. “Is that okay?” During your daydreaming, you had forgotten to answer him.

“Yeah. I want you to.”

“Fuck, then you need to stop,” he said as he opened his eyes, looking like he were almost pleading. You were in no position to deny the desperate man his wish. When you moved your hands to his shoulders, he carefully pulled you down from the counter. “Can’t have you hurting your head more,” he said as he slowly turned you around, his hands resting on your hips as he started kissing your neck again. His fingers stroking over, leading yours to the edge of the counter, so you leaned forward against it. His hands caressed your arms as he leaned back up, his chest leaving your back. “You okay with doing it this way?” he asked, spreading your legs and letting his cock slide between them, spreading your folds, getting himself covered in your slick.

“Yeah,” you gasped at the feeling of him being so close to where you wanted him, reaching one hand down to lead him there. As the head of his cock entered you, his fingers got a stronger grip on your hips. Your eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure of it sliding into you.

“Feels even better than I thought,” he mumbled as he pulled back a little before pushing himself even further into you. In combination with how sensitive you still were after your orgasm, the thickness was touching every part of your insides, leaving you in a mind numbing ecstasy. 

He stopped a little when he was all the way inside, making sure you were okay and planting a kiss on your shoulder. Your grip around the counter hardened when he moved again. 

He continued thrusting into you at a gentle pace, but you felt how he was holding back. His breath confirmed this, being staggered and deep. To be honest, you too wanted it to go faster, to feel his hips slam against your as he bottomed out inside of you.  You started meeting his thrusts then. His thick cock forcing its way inside of you with every thrust, filling you perfectly up. 

Behind you Burton let out a deep low moan, making you unwillingly clench around him, leading to him letting out yet another sound of pleasure as he stopped deep inside of you. 

He leaned down then, again making it possible to feel his warm body against yours. Slowly his cock slipped more out of you, all of your juices following it.

“Are you all mine?” he whispered into your ear as he thrusted particularly hard into you again, with an accompanying sound of how wet you were.

“Yeah,” you gasped, both answering him, and as a reaction to how much you liked the new rhythm.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Janne, all yours.”

“Fuck,” he whispered against your neck before kissing it again, his arms going from holding your hips, to wrapping around your body, pulling your back into his chest in a tight hug. With the new closeness he also moved his hand between your legs, finding your now overly sensitive sweet spot without any trouble.

“I’m all yours too, Y/N,” He whispered against your shoulder, short of breath, revealing his own struggle with holding an orgasm back, “Been for a long time.” Wanting to hear his low moan again, your hand moved to his soft hair, stroking through it and tugging softly. It did just what you wanted it to. Soon he moaned lowly into your ear.

That moan was what did it for you. The sound of his pleasure pulled you over the edge. Your body thrusted back into him, wanting him all the way inside of you as you started clenching around him and your eyes slammed shut.

One of his arms was holding you tightly through your orgasm, while the other was the reason your body continued to spasm. During this time, you also felt him tense up, as he thrusted harder into you a couple of times, letting out a low moan before stopping deep inside of you, his fingers stimulating you until you came once more around his pulsating cock, already feeling his cum slowly leaking out. 

You held each other tightly as you regained normal breathing, only recognising his warm skin against yours in the overwhelming ocean of senses. 

When you opened your eyes again, the sight that met you was a couple of white drops on the wooden floor.

“Janne,” you whispered.

“Mh?” He asked into your ear, kissing your neck right below it.

“We have made a mess on the floor,” you laughed and kissed his cheek when he looked down at the floor.

“Fuck,” he laughed before burying his face into your shoulder. After a couple of seconds he pulled out of you, more of his white semen falling down onto the floor afterwards. 

“You just made it worse.”

“I know, I’ll clean up, just stand still,” he said as he kissed your cheek tenderly, taking a roll of paper towels from the counter behind you before getting on his knees in front of you for the second time that night. Without another word he started cleaning you up, gently tapping the paper towel against your skin, so the paper wouldn’t feel too harsh. When he finished with you, he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh, before cleaning up himself and then the floor.

“I might,” he said before kissing your knee, “have been a tiny bit jealous.” He turned to the cabinet beside him, opening it to throw the paper into the trashcan inside.

“A tiny bit? You have been moody all night, no, actually, for days.”

“Okay, a little more than a tiny bit,” he said as he got to his feet again, closing his zipper and belt, “but it wasn’t exactly fun seeing someone else want you the way I do, especially when you seemed to want him too.”

“Well, I only ever wanted you,” you said as you gathered his hair behind his back, sliding the hair tie off your wrist and tying it in his hair as you continued, “but you gave the impression that you would rather throw up, than talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed your head lightly as he pulled you into a hug, “Talking to you was really the only thing I wanted to do. Might’ve been really jealous that Ville was able to flirt with you so easily. I just wanted you to look at me, to want me.”

“And I have, for a while, but maybe try actually flirting next time. Ignoring someone doesn’t exactly help you get them,”

“It doesn’t?” He asked as he pulled a little away, so he could look into your eyes, but still holding you. “Got you didn’t I?”

“Fuck off,” you said jokingly before pulling out of the hug and going to find your clothes. They were spread in various places around the kitchen, meaning you had to gather them. “Did you really have to get me completely naked?” 

“Yeah.” Burton, who had gotten his green t-shirt back on, was already leaning against the counter, waiting for you to finish. His mouth was bent upwards in a sly grin as he looked your almost naked body up and down, before picking your shirt up from the floor beside the door, turning it the right way again, as you pulled on your pants.

Black Sabbath was still booming from the living room when you opened the kitchen door. Outside of it the six pack was gone, only the paper that had gathered the six cans remained on the floor, torn apart. You let go of Burton’s hand as you turned to go further into the apartment. He looked confused back at you from where he was standing, ready to return to the others.

“I just have to go to the toilet,” you explained.

“You okay?” He turned fully around, walking back to you with a worried look.

“Yeah, just it’s just standard, I’ll come find you when I’m done,” you reassured him before planting another kiss on his lips.

He smiled, though still seeming concerned, “Okay, I’ll bring your beer.”

“Thank you,” you said as you handed him the can before continuing to the bathroom. 

As you locked the door, you leaned back against it with your face buried in your hands. It felt like your face was exploding, and in a way it was. Your lips were bent upwards in a wide smile. A smile that would not go away. You had just fucked one of your best friends, and it might’ve been one of the best fucks of your life.

The pure happiness you felt did not even falter as you finished in the bathroom and walked out again. Only seeing the kitchen entrance made your stomach tingle again as you walked past it.

“So…he finally made a move, huh?” You turned to see Ville smiling slyly from where he was standing beside Mige on the balcony. He  lifted up the beer can in his hand in a toast, a half-smoken cigarette between his fingers. You looked away as you felt your cheeks turn red. “Good, it was starting to get annoying,” he said as he took another huff of the cigarette. 

Beside him, Mige laughed before he too nodded approvingly, “About time.”

You decided to just give them a shy nod before finding your way back to the sofa where Burton sat and waited for you. Plastered on his face was the same stupid smile and gleaming eyes that was on yours. The group Gas and Linde were in had moved on to discuss Megadeth’s discography at this point, seeming totally oblivious to the rest of the world. After sitting down, Burton handed you your beer before putting his arm around you and leaning in.

“They are about to break into a fight about whether Mustaine should have been kicked out of Metallica or not,” he whispered and nodded towards the other end of the table.

“Again?” You asked with laughter in your voice as you took a sip of your beer. 

When you looked back at Burton he looked at you with a loving smile and said “I’m glad we did that.”

“Me too.” You kissed him softly, already longing to be alone with him again. On the other side of the table voiced were being raised, turning your attention to them as you sat back together and enjoyed the bickering.