#hippiegoth97

"Almost. I just need my purse," you say cheerfully, zipping up your own jacket and reaching into your locker for your bag. You sling it over your shoulder, closing the locker with a gentle slam. "All set," you say to Jonah, finding his kind eyes. His cheeks are still a little flushed from earlier, the lightest shade of pink dappling his gorgeous skin.

"Cool, let's go," he nudges his head towards the door, reaching his hand down to take yours. Your fingers intertwine, your palms tingling with excitement. The two of you head through the store, walking past empty aisles and other coworkers taking their leave.

"Have fun using my apartment, you two. You're lucky I had other plans tonight," Garrett says, wheeling alongside you.

"And what other plans would those be?" you ask curiously, though you already know the answer. Dina told you weeks ago in confidence that she and Garrett have been sleeping together. It's purely sexual, according to her.

"I've got an all-night game sesh with my buddies," Garrett replies coolly, though he's unsettled by the knowing look on your face. He's aware of how close you and Dina have become since you started here, he only hopes you won't go blabbing to Jonah about their secret hook-ups.

"Sounds good, enjoy it," you comment, wiggling your eyebrows out of Jonah's view.

"Oh, I will!" Garrett replies, his voice going up an octave, as it does when he's trying to hide something he finds embarrassing. He leaves you two alone, rolling out to the lot to wait for his Uber to arrive.

"'Night, buddy! See you tomorrow!" Jonah calls after him, a bit shocked that he didn't get reminded yet again to not leave the apartment a total mess.

"I just have to tell you right now, if you hurt Y/N in any way, I will sneak into your bed while you sleep and cut your balls off," Dina says, suddenly appearing directly beside Jonah, her tone serious and warning. He flinches at her presence, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Jesus, Dina!" he exclaims, bumping you both further to the left in an effort to put some distance between them.

"Ball cutting will not be necessary, Dina. But I appreciate you looking out for me," you say to her kindly, which makes her stone face melt into a pleased smile. You find it sweet that she's so protective of you, even if it comes off as extreme at times.

"Any time," she replies proudly, before clapping Jonah on the back. "Make sure you show her a good time, Keebler Elf," she comments before walking ahead of you to get to her car. You can't help snorting a little at Jonah being likened to a woodland creature that bakes cookies, it would be dishonest to say there's nothing elvish about him. It's part of his charm.

"Will do, Dina," Jonah says, sounding rather deflated. You look at him with pity, feeling bad for laughing at him.

"I'm sorry," you tut, stroking your free hand along his arm to comfort him. "If it's any consolation, you'd be the sexiest elf in the tree," you say in an effort to lighten the mood, which thankfully works, drawing a light chuckle from Jonah.

"How sexy are we talking, exactly?" he asks as you continue to mosey out of the store, taking your time before the doors automatically lock for the night.

"Hm.." you think on it for a moment. "Well, I'm picturing the front cover of an Erotic Elves calendar, like the kind firemen do for charity?" you explain, hoping he sees the vision.

"Ooh, very nice," Jonah laughs, very amused by your strange mind. You think quick on your feet, it's nice to have someone to banter with. "What month do you think I'd be?" he keeps the fantasy going, encouraging you to explore it with him as you finally make it outside into the cool November air. Halloween has barely come and gone, snow has yet to fall, though the air still nibbles at your nose on the way to Jonah's car.

"Oh, July for sure," you reply, already envisioning a very naughty image inside your head. "You'd be standing at a grill, wearing nothing but a chef's hat and apron and holding a pair of tongs in your hand," you describe the image vividly, losing yourself in it as you reach his car. He unlocks the doors, letting you both slip inside. You continue to talk, unable to stop yourself at this rate. "There'd be a hole cut out in the front of the apron, and your other hand would be holding your-" you cut yourself off, looking over at Jonah from the passenger seat.

He's staring at you intently, left hand on the steering wheel, right still gripping his keys with white knuckles. He's waiting for you to finish, needing to hear the rest. "My other hand would be holding what?" he asks softly, spurring you on while holding your gaze captive.

You swallow hard, nodding before you speak again. "Your other hand would be..." you trail off, realizing how stupid it sounds. He'll probably laugh when you tell him. But the can of worms has already been opened, there's no turning back now. "...your other hand would be...holding your...dick...in a...hotdog bun," the words slip out of you meekly, almost shamefully, and you pretty much want to die once it's over.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours, sitting in Jonah's cold car in the now empty lot of Cloud 9. You're waiting for him to react, to say something, to change his mind about taking you home with him, to tell you you're a weird loser. Anything to break through the painful silence. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from him, his expression still reading as friendly in the dim light of the store sign. You fall into the pit of amusement with him, laughing just as loud and hard as he does.

"God, you're cute," Jonah says sweetly, dropping his keys and reaching over to take your face into his hands. He leans in, guiding you to kiss him through your giddiness. Soft breaths and silly giggles escape you both, lips meeting and tongues prodding. You feel amazingly happy, with the reassurance that Jonah doesn't think you're weird in a bad way.

"So are you," you return the compliment, chasing his mouth with your own.

"But I thought I was the sexiest Keebler Elf," he reminds you, making your giggles grow stronger again.

"You are, trust me, you are," you insist, pushing to lead the kiss now. Your hands wander into Jonah's hair, needing to be closer to him. But it's a little uncomfortable to make out over the console between you, your torsos twisting unpleasantly.

"Okay, okay. Let's slow down a little bit. I haven't even gotten you home yet," Jonah says, regrettably pulling back from you. If he could manage it, he'd just keep you here all night, ravage you in the backseat like some lovesick teenager. But it's far too cold out, not to mention his vehicle's economical seating space doesn't make for a very good place to have sex.

"Okay," you pant, giving him one last kiss before releasing his hair from your grasp. You both face forward, Jonah picking up his keys to put them in the ignition. He turns the key and his eco-friendly sedan kicks to life.

"I do have one question, though," Jonah says, glancing at you before checking the rear view.

"Shoot," you say, wondering what he's got on his mind.

"On my...hotdog, were you picturing ketchup or mustard?" he asks with a cheeky grin.

"Relish," you answer simply, turning to look out the window to hide the blush in your cheeks. Not that he could see it as he drives through the dark lot anyway.

Jonah drives you to his place, the two of you keeping up light, non-sexual conversation. You could stand to cool off a little, the night is relatively young, after all. And you're feeling rather hungry. The only thing you ate today was some yogurt before work. Lunch was taken up by meeting Jonah in the photo lab, which was well worth your stomach rumbling very loudly inside the car.

"I was thinking we could order some pizza when we get to my place," Jonah offers, already thinking of a couple places still open this late as a backup.

"I'd like that," you nod, your stomach growling even louder at the idea. You spend the rest of the ride discussing toppings for the pizza, landing on veggie lover's as Jonah doesn't eat pork and most meats give you reflux.

Jonah pulls into the lot of a modest three-story apartment building, grey siding meeting white rooftops. He kills the ignition, leading you inside from the cold. He holds the front door open for you, pointing the way to the elevator. He presses the button to go up, taking your cold hand in his as you wait. You warm up quickly from his touch, you've always had poor circulation.

The elevator dings, the metal doors splitting open to let you inside. You step in together, the doors closing again a moment later. Unexpectedly, Jonah leans down slightly to kiss your neck, gently nuzzling his lips against you at first. You tilt your head to give him better access, moaning softly as he tenderly mouths at you. His perpetual stubble brushes against your supple skin, making you giggle as it tickles a little bit. You're heating up very quickly underneath your coat, and your extremities are tingling with delightful anticipation.

Jonah's lips leave you just as quickly as they arrived, right as you reach the top floor. You whine quietly at the loss, almost stumbling as you step off the elevator. A low chuckle leaves him at your lack of composure, the effect he has on you already is intoxicating. The two of you quietly walk down the hall, stopping outside Jonah's apartment. He pulls his keys from his jacket pocket, finding the right one and unlocking the door.

The door swings open to reveal a neat yet cozy living space. From the entryway, you can see a decent kitchen, the living room equipped with a nice gaming setup and shelves of movies. A comfortable couch sits opposite the electronics, soft pillows in the corners and a thick, folded blanket draped over the top. A short hallway leads to three rooms further away, which you assume are the bathroom and Jonah and Garrett's separate bedrooms.

"Oh, leave your shoes by the door, Garrett's really particular about that," Jonah says, pointing at the plastic tray beside you. A few pairs of sandals and snow boots rest on it, none of them in use for quite some time. You remove your shoes, and hang your coat and purse on the hooks behind the door. Jonah does the same, revealing his striped socks. Not exactly what you were expecting him to wear, but they seem comfortable.

"I don't think I've ever seen you with your shoes off," you comment, mundane as the observation may be. If it weren't for your insistence of wearing separate shoes for work (which stay in your locker when you're off shift), the same could be said for you.

"Well, to be fair, I'd never seen you with your shirt off either, until today," Jonah replies, his gaze drifting to your chest as he remembers how gorgeous your tits are.

"Big day for both of us," you giggle, blushing hard as he ogles you. It feels good to be desired, though you aren't used to it.

"Huge," he chuckles, clearing his throat after, yanking his eyes away from your breasts. "So, I'll order the pizza, and then I'll show you around. Sound good?" he says casually, pulling out his phone to call the pizza place.

"Yeah," you nod, watching as he steps into the kitchen to find the takeout menu stuck to the fridge, typing the number into his cell. You lean against the counter, looking around to distract yourself as he makes the call. There's a stack of mail beside you, various bills and local coupons; an iron throne-shaped bowl containing spare keys, pens, random change, and other mostly useless junk; a thrifted napkin holder, the silverware compartments stuffed with paper-wrapped chopsticks and plastic cutlery. It seems Jonah and Garrett order in quite often, which doesn't really surprise you.

Peering over at the fridge, there's all manner of magnets and sticky notes scattered about its surface. Tourist destinations, reminders to 'soak your pans after using', a mismatched bunch of alphabet letters, some of which are arranged into a cheeky message: these are not the snacks you're looking for. There's salt and pepper shakers by the stove, a collection of knives, basic utensils. Nothing out of the ordinary for a kitchen at all. Still, you find yourself in wonderment of being in Jonah's living space. All the normal, redundant things about the place feel unbearably interesting to you in this moment.

"'Kay, pizza will be here in half an hour," Jonah says, setting his phone on the counter and stepping closer to you.

"Tour time?" you ask eagerly, biting your lip in excitement.

"Tour time," he nods, just as pleased to show you his place, especially his room. He proceeds to show you the living room and a brief glimpse of the bathroom before leading you inside his bedroom. You do a small, slow circle to take it all in. Tasteful political posters on the walls; various books you've discussed together on his shelves; a small closet in the corner, the sliding door open to reveal his button-ups, jackets, and spare shoes; a dresser sitting beside the closet, the top of it littered with simple hair products, deodorant, and cologne.

And then there's the bed. Queen size, with blue and black plaid bedding, which looks very cozy and comfortable. A stubby night table rests on the left side, a square lamp sitting on top of it, along with his current read. Howard Zinn's The People's History of the United States.

"What do you think?" Jonah asks softly in your ear, standing behind you, watching you take in every inch of his room. Your keen interest has his head feeling dizzy, and his cock throbbing in his jeans. He's never seen someone so enraptured with everything about him before. He's never boring to you, you don't grow tired of him, or find him tedious, or tell him to shut up. You like everything about him, and you're practically desperate to learn more.

"It's really nice, cozy," you reply, barely above a whisper. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. You can sense his body so close to yours, but not quite enough to actually touch you. Your own breathing grows heavier, wondering what his next move is. When he doesn't seem to be making one, you take matters into your own hands.

You turn around to face him, placing your hands on his shoulders. Jonah instinctively follows your lead as you walk him backwards toward the bed. His legs hit the edge of it, sending him flopping down onto the mattress. You quickly climb into his lap, crashing your lips onto his. Jonah groans against you, both from the warm taste of vanilla on your lips, and the feeling of you in his lap, resting on his rapidly stiffening dick.

You can feel him growing beneath you, hot and hard through all the layers of clothes between you. You roll your hips, whining into his mouth as his erection rubs against your clit. Jonah's hands grab your waist, keeping you steady as you start to grind against him. Your tongues dance wildly together, unabashed moans and groans leaving you both. Your panties are getting soaked again, the wetness bringing even more pleasure to your needy cunt.

"Y/N," Jonah moans, attempting to speak between kisses. "We should...probably wait...until after we eat...to have sex again," he says, unable to resist every press of your lips into his. You taste too sweet, too good to stop. And the way you're grinding yourself over him like you're in heat, he seriously can't get enough.

"I know," you reply, taking a second to breathe, though your hips keep going. "I just wanted to make out a little first," you explain with a smile, pleased with yourself. Jonah's cheeks are that gorgeous bright pink again, and his hair is a mess from your hands wandering into it once more.

"Oh, okay," Jonah nods agreeably, taking his turn to lead. He kisses you again, though his lips soon travel down to your neck, nipping and sucking a bit rougher now that there's no work to return to afterwards. You both happen to be lucky enough to be off this weekend, so any marks left behind will be faded by then.

"Jonah," you moan, grinding into him harder. The way his mouth feels against you, it makes your head spin in the best possible way. His hands wander upwards from your waist, caressing your sides, until they finally close over the mounds of your chest. He squeezes them roughly, earning another moan from your pretty lips.

"Feels so good," you sigh, unbelievably warm beneath your clothes. You cling to Jonah's dark locks as he feels you up, growing wetter by the second. The friction on your clit is exquisite as you continue to grind, you swear you could come just like this if you keep it up.

Jonah does everything he can to drive you wild, eating up your feral noises. Your hips roll harsher and faster into him, making him so hard he can barely stand it. Your breathing becoming heavier as the seconds pass, your moans growing higher in pitch. Your fingers wind deeper and deeper into his hair, keeping him latched onto your neck. Your thighs begin to twitch every few strokes, devolving your steady rhythm into a messy chase for release. He can see, hear, feel that you're getting dangerously close to an orgasm.

Jonah can't remember the last time he's made a woman come like this. Hell, he can't remember the last time he made out with someone like this, either. The way horny teenagers do when they fear getting caught by their parents in the next room. Briefly thinking back, it was probably in high school, or maybe college. Neither of which matters, because none of those girls are you. You are the one he's kissing and groping. You are the one who's riding his lap like it's your day job. You are the one who's seconds away from losing control. And there's nowhere he'd rather be, or anyone he'd rather be with.

"Oh...oh god," you moan, almost gasping as you're so close. Jonah nips harder against your throat in an attempt to set you off. He wants to feel you shaking in his arms, crying out his name. "Jonah, I...fuck, I think I'm gonna..." you trail off, losing track of the words altogether.

"It's okay, just let it go," Jonah says encouragingly, his tone tender and reassuring. His kind words send you careening off the edge, a rushed orgasm ravaging you from the inside out.

Your body trembles against him, your head burrowing against his neck. Your hips buck wildly, cries of swears and his name flying from your tongue. Jonah holds you steady as you ride it out, his hand resting on the small of your back to keep you from falling over. You collapse into him, pressing a grateful kiss against his throat. His other hand strokes your damp hair, and he waits patiently for you to come back down to earth.

The sound of a knock at the door launches you back into your usual center of gravity, leading you to slip off of Jonah's lap so he can pay for the pizza. You notice he's still sporting a massive hard-on, looking around for something he can cover up with. You see a robe hanging in his closet, going for it and tossing it to him.

"Here. I'd hate for the pizza guy to think you're a creep and get you banned or something," you explain as he catches it with a confused expression.

"Good thinking," he nods in gratitude, slipping the robe on despite feeling rather overheated from your make-out. He leaves you for a moment, pulling out his wallet and opening the door. Devin, the usual driver at this hour, hands over the pizza in exchange for Jonah's cash. They leave the conversation at that, forgoing the typical pleasantries, since Devin can clearly tell by Jonah's wild hair that he has company. Jonah closes the door, setting the pizza down on the kitchen counter and doing away with the robe.

"All set, Y/N. I'll get plates and we can eat on the couch," he calls to you. You leave his room, legs still feeling like jelly. Jonah rifles around in the cabinets, turning around to find you stealing a mushroom off of the pizza and popping it into your mouth. "Couldn't wait?" he teases, setting a plate down in front of you.

"Nope," you answer, boldly plucking a bell pepper from the molten cheese. "Been starving all day," you add, feeling the need to be honest.

"Oh, well, by all means, go nuts," Jonah insists, waving his hand at you. He feels a bit bad for not knowing sooner, but he assumes you didn't want to be a bother.

"Don't feel bad, it's not like I said anything," you shrug, hoping he doesn't take it too seriously. It's your own fault, really. You're the one who spent your break seducing him, and you probably could've gotten away with munching down a granola bar while on the sales floor.

"True. But you can, you know. Since we're...I dunno...this," Jonah says, awkwardly gesturing between the two of you. He's overthinking, something he typically does when he gets involved with someone. "Sorry, I'm being weird," he shakes his head, clearing his throat and reaching for the pizza. You set down your plate for a second, putting your hand on his arm.

"Relax, Jonah. It's been one day. Less than a day. Tonight we're just having fun together. Making out, eating pizza, maybe watching a movie, having some sex. Anything else is something we can worry about later," you reassure him, offering a breezy smile. You don't know what it is, but being with him makes everything that used to cause you anxiety feel so much easier. You're the one talking him down, and it feels good.

"You're right," he nods, your newfound confidence putting him at ease. He's about to apologize again, but quickly decides against it. Everything's good, everything's cool. You're here to have a good time with him. No need to stress over it.

"I often am," you joke as you finish loading up your plate. Jonah chuckles at that, closing the pizza box and heading over to the couch with you. He sets his plate down, leaving you alone again for a minute to retrieve a couple beers from the fridge. He pops the tops, handing you one when he comes back. "Thanks," you say as you grab it, taking a small sip.

"Alright, let's see what we can find to watch," Jonah says, picking up the remote to turn on the TV. He opens up a streaming app, scrolling through the titles indecisively.

"Ooh, Pretty in Pink! I haven't seen that one in forever!" you say excitedly with your mouth full.

"You sure? Isn't it a little...problematic?" Jonah says uneasily.

"Oh, yeah. Duckie is a creep, Blane is a dickhead, and there's homophobic slurs. But it's still a great movie. John Hughes cannot be topped," you respond casually, still set on watching the 80's classic. Besides, once you're done eating, things will surely heat up again and you won't even be paying attention to the movie.

"Alright, Pretty in Pink it is," he agrees. He finds it refreshing that you at least acknowledge the elements of the film that haven't aged so well, even if you still enjoy it. He remembers liking it too, once upon a time. He probably naively related to Duckie when he was in high school, usually ending up as the friend when he wanted something more. He presses a button to start it, and the two of you settle in as the title track of the film begins to play.

It doesn't take long for the pizza to be devoured, by you in particular. You wipe the grease from your hands and face with a napkin, sitting back and waiting for Jonah to finish. Once he does, he cleans up the plates and empty bottles, washing his hands and returning to the couch after flicking off the light. He sits closer to you, putting his arm over your shoulder. You nuzzle into him, resting your head on his chest and bringing your legs up from the floor to get comfortable.

When the film gets to the part where Andi and Blane are on their date at the stables of the country club, Jonah gently brings his free hand up to turn your head to face him. He's gazing at you sweetly in the dim light from the film, his thumb brushing against your cheek. He leans over to kiss you, just as the lovers on the TV do so. You melt against Jonah's lips, which now taste of pizza and beer. He slowly leads you to lie down, kneeling above you as your tongues come out to play.

Jonah slots himself between your thighs, and you can already feel his erection pressing into you. You wonder if he's been hard this whole time, though you imagine that would be a bit uncomfortable for him. Thinking you could provide him some relief, you bring your hand down to stroke him through his jeans, using the other in an attempt to open up his belt. But he stops you, putting his hand over yours.

"Don't worry about that yet," Jonah huffs, still chasing your lips as he speaks. "I've been dying to taste you since lunch," he says, almost sounding needy. He's been replaying the image of your cunt all day, the way it throbbed in the aftershocks of orgasm once he pulled out, thick drips of swirling clear and white drooling from your hole. He's curious if some of it is still there, stuffed deep inside your pretty pussy. He groans at the thought, and the fact that you haven't stopped groping him.

"Is that okay?" he asks, anxious for you to give him permission.

"Yeah," you nod, your lips still brushing against his. "Knock yourself out," you say with an excited smile. This is one of many (many) things you've pictured Jonah doing to you when fantasizing in your bed late at night. Again, you don't have much experience in the oral sex department. Well, on the receiving end, anyway. If the opportunity were ever to arise, you're sure you could suck Jonah's soul out of him in just a couple of minutes.

Jonah takes his chance, blindly searching for the button of your jeans as he keeps kissing you. He finds it, popping it open and undoing your zipper. He breaks away from your soft lips, sitting up slightly to pull your pants and underwear off. You help him kick them away, spreading your legs open for him. Your pussy glistens in the dim light, wet and ready for him. He's not sure if he's imagining it, but he swears he can see some of his own cum dripping out of you, white and sticky against rosy pink and a tastefully trimmed bush.

Jonah practically loses it altogether, quickly shimmying himself further down the couch to put his face in front of your cunt. He opens your legs up wider, stroking your thighs in his hands. You peer down at him, watching his pupils dilate with hunger. Your stomach flips in excitement, ready for him to have a taste. He slings your legs over his shoulders, giving you a begging glance, waiting for your approval. You nod silently, unable to come up with words. Your head is too filled with lust and wanting to think straight.

Jonah doesn't hesitate any longer, leaning his head down to kiss your pussy. He wants to start off slow, take his time to make you feel good. His lips press softly onto your slick folds, your clit, your tempting entrance. He's showing his appreciation for you allowing him such a privilege. And the lilted sigh you give him in return is all the reward he needs. He carefully slips his tongue out, prodding it against your sensitive bud.

"Oh," you moan at the warm, wet contact of Jonah's tongue. You hear him groan beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. He swirls his tongue around, finding every last sensitive little spot he can. Your hips buck when he swipes across a particularly stirring area, his grip tightening on you to keep you still. "Sorry," you say with a breathy chuckle.

"'s okay," Jonah replies, muffled as he continues to devour your cunt. He had a small sample of you earlier in the photo lab, but this is so much better. You're so soft and warm and the taste of you is perfect. He could do this all night if you'd let him. He likes to think he's pretty good at it, he learned this particular skill from a French exchange student that stayed with him when he was sixteen. Of course, he's had far more practice over the years, to a point where he feels he can leave a woman thoroughly satisfied. And so far, your pretty moans and gasps are proving him right.

You watch as Jonah worships your pussy, small groans leaving him as he does so, which vibrate against you in the best possible way. You aren't quite sure what to do with your hands, the sensation he's giving you is almost too much to bear. They fidget on your stomach, drawing Jonah's attention. Without pulling away or saying a word, he lifts one of your arms up by the wrist, resting your hand on his head. You take the hint, allowing your fingers to tangle in his silky hair. You give it a small tug, pulling him even further against your cunt. His eyes flick up to look at you, and though you can't see it, you just know he's grinning on the inside. He speeds up a little, using his lips and tongue together in patterns you can't even begin to recognize.

"Fuck, yes," you moan aloud, lost in pleasure. Your empty hand grips the edge of the couch, desperately clinging to it. You let your eyes fall closed, allowing yourself to focus on everything you're feeling. Jonah's talented mouth practically making out with your pussy, his nose bumping your clit and stubble tickling the folds of your thighs; his soft dark locks brushing between your fingers; the sweat gathering in the backs of your knees and then dripping down your legs; the knot of arousal snarling itself tighter and tighter inside you. Jonah takes things a step further, slipping his tongue into your needy hole.

"Jonah, oh god!" you gasp in surprise, tugging harder on his hair in response to this welcome intrusion. He licks up the evidence from your first time together, the taste of you and himself mingling on his tongue. His eyes nearly roll back into his head as he groans, his cock twitching harshly in his jeans. His turn will come soon enough, he reminds himself, keeping his focus on you, the beautiful woman currently writhing on his couch.

Jonah slips his tongue back out once there's no trace of this afternoon left to find, circling your clit instead. You whine at the loss of his wet muscle inside you, grinding your hips into his face as if to ask for more. He keeps his mouth on your sensitive bud, suckling at it with precision, offering his fingers as a substitute to penetrate you. He pushes one inside, curling it in time with the movements of his tongue. You moan in approval, though you can barely contain yourself at this point, rolling into him repeatedly now. Jonah adds another finger, picking up the pace once more.

"Fuck, I'm getting close...please...Jonah pleasepleaseplease don't stop," you whimper to him helplessly, fucking his face and holding him down and clawing at the couch all at once. It's all you can do to have some semblance of control, when in reality you are nothing but putty in Jonah's hands. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mmf," Jonah groans into you, at a total loss at how feral and uninhibited you are. He's nearly suffocating in your grasp, but he doesn't want to stop. You're too close, he's too close. Everything about eating you out has been pushing him farther toward the edge than he initially realized, too caught up in the moment to notice. Until now. His cock aches inside his jeans, every moan and whine of his name from you pushing him further. He's sweating through his shirt, his hands slipping against your perspiring thighs. It's a wonder you can keep a grip on him at all with how soaked his hair feels. But he keeps going, pursuing your orgasm as well as his own.

"Ohhhh..." you whimper as your high rapidly approaches, like a stampede of horses barreling towards you, determined to mow you down. Your walls clench and pulsate around Jonah's fingers in anticipation, the rising sensation of euphoria quickly growing within you. "Fuck, I'm gonna come...oh, Jonah...yes, fuck!" you ramble incessantly, before your climax cuts you off with a loud gasp, followed by an even louder moan. Your thighs quake, your hands gripping Jonah's hair and the couch like a vice, volatile bliss exploding through every cell in your body. You come hard onto Jonah's face, slicking him down with sweet juices that he tries his hardest to swallow every drop of.

Tasting your release on his tongue is all Jonah needs to reach his own end, his stomach tensing. He moans against you one final time, his hips stuttering as he tries to control himself. But it's no use, he's gone pussy-drunk, slurping and suckling at you while his dick empties manic spurts inside his pants. He doesn't let up until you're pushing him away with twitching hands from overstimulation. He sits up, panting heavily while looking down at you. You're in no better shape than he is, your chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat coating your skin, eyes barely open.

"You good?" he asks, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah," you reply, swallowing thickly. "You?" you ask him, noticing his erection is gone and there's a damp spot forming on his jeans.

"Yeah," he nods, wiping his cum-soaked face with his hand. The two of you stay like this for a minute, letting the jelly legs and near-asthmatic breathing subside. Jonah goes to the kitchen to fetch glasses of water for you both once you're back to normal, and you chug yours down in seconds flat. He does the same, before helping you stand. You notice a small wet patch on the couch, looking at each other with the knowledge that Garrett is gonna be pissed when he finds out.

"Sorry," you say softly, though you aren't really sorry at all. It's one little stain, it'll wash out.

"It'll be fine, I'll pay to get it steam-cleaned," Jonah says, waving it off.

"I can chip in if you like. Since, you know, I technically made the...mess," you offer, but he just shakes his head.

"It's fine, Y/N, really," he says, smiling at your kind gesture. "So, uh, do you need me to drive you home?" he asks, making you frown. "No, no," he chuckles nervously. "I didn't mean it like that. I'd love for you to spend the night, if you want," he clarifies.

"I'd love that, too," you say sweetly, allowing him to gather your clothes for you and lead you to bed. You're absolutely exhausted, and it seems Jonah is, too. You feel a bit bad that you couldn't return the favor for him tonight, but there's always the morning to make up for it.

The two of you strip down, discarding your sweat-soaked clothes on the floor for the time being. Jonah lends you one of his old t-shirts to sleep in, pulling on a pair of fresh boxers himself, after cleaning up his own cum first. You slip under the covers together, laying on your sides, with Jonah spooned up behind you. He presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, nuzzling against you.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he says for the first time in person instead of over text, the idea sending him over the moon.

"Goodnight, Jonah. Thanks for having me over," you reply softly, barely fighting off sleep at this point. Your eyes grow heavy with the feeling of his arms around you, and his gentle breath fanning against you.

"We should do it again sometime," Jonah hums, drifting off as he gets the final word out.

"Yeah," you whisper, falling deep into dreamland yourself with a blissful smile on your face.

"What?" Dina asks, looking up from her clipboard. She takes a second to register what you've said, her expression morphing from confusion into amusement. "Oh, Jonah? Yeah, been there, done that," she says in a reminiscent tone.

"What?" you ask oddly, realizing that your inside thoughts about a certain handsome coworker have slipped out...again. Last time it was when you and Justine were stocking produce together, and Jonah was mopping the floor a few aisles down, just barely in view so you could see his perfect ass. You let some small comment slip, and Justine took it and ran through her usual routine of self-slut-shaming jokes.

"Oh. Really?" you say, deciding to play it cool.

"Yeah, had a bit of a courting with him when he first started here, but it didn't work out," Dina explains, as if this was some mutual arrangement gone awry. Knowing Jonah (and Dina), however, you highly doubt this is the case.

"I see," you reply, sounding a bit too relieved that there are no feelings between them. "Do you..." you start to ask, then pause.

"Do I what?" Dina questions, setting her pen down. She can catalogue the countless employee infractions she's witnessed in the last five minutes later. Watching the new, rather shy young employee squirm is far more interesting.

"Never mind," you scoff, shaking your head and swiping your mop over the mess you were assigned to clean. The last time you asked Dina for dating advice, she said you should take the guy axe throwing, before heading to a vegan restaurant that only serves raw tofu and kombucha. Safe to say you did not do that.

"No, come on! Y/N, It's just us girls here, 'kay? Whatever you wanna know, I've probably got the answer!" Dina says cockily, speaking with her hands to demonstrate her point.

"Alright," you sigh, looking around to see if any other employees are around. You swallow thickly, taking one last look at Jonah, who's now bending down to put the Midnight Satin candles on the bottom shelf. You have no idea where he buys his pants, you wonder if he gets them tailored.

"Do you think...I'd be Jonah's type?" you ask meekly, already feeling stupid now that the words are out.

"Well," Dina starts, looking you up and down. "Your looks are decent, he definitely shoots for women in your league," she says, which feels far more complimentary than it should. "But, if I'm perfectly honest, he likes women that are more..." she gestures with her hands again, looking for the right words. "Aggressive, I guess? No, more like, confident and sure of themselves."

Dina's words ring in your ears, aggressive, confident...words that most certainly don't describe you. You've been working at Cloud 9 for a couple of weeks now, and you just feel like such an outsider. Everyone else knows each other so well, not to mention all the inside jokes you don't get. It's been hard to fit in, though this struggle is nothing new to you. But a few of your coworkers have stood out from the crowd to accept you. Dina, of course, with your shared love of all things aviary. Cheyenne has been really sweet, too, showing you all the tricks of the trade in terms that are less confusing than how Glenn or Amy explain them.

And most of all, there is Jonah. From the second you were introduced to everybody on your first day, he volunteered to train you on your first assignment. It was just counting inventory in the back, but it was the most wonderful few hours of your life. You discussed many things, finding you align almost identically when it comes to politics. You'll admit, sometimes he can come off a bit self-righteous about certain things, but you honestly could spend hours listening to him babble away about the wage gap or the irreversible effects of climate change.

You spend your breaks discussing new Huffington post articles, sharing tahini recipes, and just overall building what feels like the most meaningful friendship of your life. Only problem is, you want more than that. Outside of Jonah's insightful mind and kind nature, you find yourself indescribably attracted to him. He's handsome, and funny, and everything you could possibly want. But despite your few hang-outs outside of work and occasional late-night texting, you're left wondering if he feels the same.

"Look, I wouldn't sweat it, Y/N. Jonah's nice and all, but there's plenty of birds in the sky. Hell, I can name five guys I know right now that would be better for you than him," Dina says, beginning to drone on about her own past flings that she now wants to pass off to you as sloppy seconds. But you don't heed those words, no. You decide, in your mind, that if you want Jonah to see you as more than just a friend or some shy girl he works with, you have to make the first move. You must be confident, make it clear to him that he is what you want.

"Thanks for the advice, Dina. I think it's about time I come out of my shell," you say cheerfully, plopping the mop into its bucket and walking off to speak to Jonah. You aren't exactly sure what it is you're going to say, but you figure your mind will have a plan once you're standing right in front of him.

"Hey, Jonah!" you say as you approach him, a little too loud. He flinches at the sound, setting down a Blueberry Waffles candle and turning to you.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up?" he says casually, his smile growing once he sees that it's you. His eyes fully meet yours, and for a moment, time stops completely. You're stuck staring at him for a few seconds too long, surely. But you can't help it, he's just too gorgeous. With his dark, brushed back hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and his perfect smile that gets you weak in the knees every time.

"You...okay?" he asks, pulling you out of your trance. His eyebrows scrunch in concern, he's hoping you didn't eat one of Cheyenne's 'special' brownies she left in the break room.

"Yeah! I'm fine. I just...wanted to talk to you. On Break. In the photo lab. If you have the time," you reply awkwardly, already losing the small modicum of confidence you mustered up to come over here.

"Sure," Jonah says, that infectious smile returning to his face. "It's a date."

You nearly choke when that very loaded word passes his wretchedly kissable lips. "Yeahhh- yep! A date! Sounds good!" you stammer, nodding nervously. "Welllllll, I've got more vomit to clean up but I will see you later. In the photo lab. For our...uh, date!" your cheeks burn hotter than you ever thought possible as you can't seem to stop vomiting out the words. "'Kay, bye!" you squeak as you turn and make a beeline for the mop bucket. You don't look back to check, but you can feel Jonah's eyes following you. In what way, you have no idea. Confusion? Disgust? Attraction? Who's to say? You'll hopefully find out the answer in the photo lab in a couple of hours.

"What in the ever-loving fuck was that?" Dina asks as she strides alongside you as you make your way to the next pile of barf waiting for you.

"I told you I wanted to get him to notice me! But I think I made a total ass out of myself instead. What am I gonna do, Dina? I could barely ask him to meet me someplace, how am I gonna be aggressive enough to show him how I feel?" you say distressfully, the wheels of the mop bucket mimicking the ones currently turning in your head to figure out how to salvage your lame attempt at flirting.

"Look, as pathetic as that looked from an outside perspective, Jonah seemed to be receptive to it. He couldn't stop looking at you, and I think I could see a small twitch in his groinal region," Dina speaks truthfully, as she always does with you. It's one of your favorite things about her. She's supportive, but doesn't waste time feeding delusions.

"No way! You can't see that from across the store!" you laugh, feeling a little bit better about this whole situation. At the very least, you haven't scared him off. All you need to do now is follow through. To show Jonah that you mean business.

"Yes I can! I eat enough carrots, I've got the eyesight of a Great Horned Owl!" she insists seriously, making you laugh even more.

"Whatever you say, Dina," you shake your head, letting the self-imposed pressure roll off your shoulders.

Jonah watches as you and Dina walk away, chattering away about god knows what. It would usually put him off to see someone get so close to her, but you have a way of making it actually look kind of fun. You do that with everything, in his eyes. You see the beauty in the ordinary moments, something he wishes more people could do.

"So...that was definitely something," Garrett says as he sidles up to Jonah. It was rather hard to miss your painfully awkward exchange, given the intense volume and rampant stammering.

"Yeah...it was," Jonah says slowly, still smiling in the direction where you once were in his view. "Do you think she-" he starts to ask Garrett, before he's cut off.

"Oh, yeah. No doubt about it, buddy. New girl has the hots for you, for some weird reason. But, she's also kinda weird, so it works out," Garrett says, turning and rolling away to find something else wildly embarrassing to look at. There's no shortage of wacked-out displays like that around here.

For the next couple of hours, Dina gives you some pointers on how to keep your confidence when you're alone with Jonah. A lot of her advice is a bit wacko, but you can tell she has the spirit. Plus, she's one of the most sexually active women you've ever known, so she must be doing something right. You take her specific ideas with a grain of salt, but hold onto the principles behind them. Be yourself, forget shame and embarrassment, and roll with the punches is essentially what it all boils down to. Even if some of it is hidden away in layers of 'put him in a chokehold' and 'do NOT apply fresh deodorant to preserve your natural feminine musk'.

Then the time finally comes, your legally-mandated lunch break. The second your phone reads 1pm, you drop everything you're doing and head straight for the photo lab. You want to show up there before Jonah, to prepare yourself mentally. The moment you step into the room and close the door, your body starts to shake with anxiety. Your mind runs wilds with every possibility of what could go wrong. What if he doesn't show up? What if you can't get the words out? What if he rejects you? You almost feel nauseous with all these awful ideas, until the doorknob starts to turn. It's 'go' time. You quickly fix your hair, push your boobs up in your shirt a little, and wait for Jonah to come inside.

The door opens, and there he is. Perfect as ever. With his dashing good looks, button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and those jeans that never fail to catch your eye. Even the lame vest everyone has to wear looks good on him. Before either of you can say anything or you can stop yourself, you suddenly go over to Jonah, pushing him up against the door and pressing your lips to his.

Jonah grunts in surprise, though his hands quickly come up to rest on your hips. Your stomach does backflips as you wait for his response to your advance, until you feel him absolutely melt into you. His mouth moves with your own, a small groan leaving him as he returns your affection. Your hands find their way into his hair, realizing it feels just as soft and silky as it looks. You gently tug on it, drawing another pleasured noise from him. The sound has your panties already sticking to your cunt, hungry for more.

"Y/N," Jonah tries to say between feverish kisses, his hands wandering before finding your arms to still you for a moment.

You pull away at this hesitation, gazing at him thoughtfully. "What's wrong?" you ask, hoping you didn't read this all wrong.

"Nothing," he shakes his head, cupping your cheek and smiling. "You just said you wanted to talk, so maybe we should. Before we...do anything else," he explains, his mind twisted up with lust and confusion. He's been harboring very strong feelings for you ever since you started working here, and every passing day has shown him more and more that you are everything he's been looking for. But he's played it cool, to avoid possibly ruining everything if you didn't feel the same. He may have been getting his hopes up with your very weird display in asking him to 'talk' in the most notorious hook-up spot this location of Cloud 9 has to offer, thinking perhaps it would lead to something more. And now it has, or so he hopes. Part of him does worry that maybe this is all just a sex thing for you, as opposed to romance.

"Okay. We can do that," you say, nodding. "Can we stay like this, though? I like the way your hands feel on me," you add honestly, a small, nervous giggle escaping you.

"Sure," Jonah agrees, chuckling. The two of you stand like this, smiling and gazing at each other for what quickly becomes an uncomfortable amount of time. "Do you wanna- do you wanna start?" he suggests, breaking the tension.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry," you laugh again, clapping a hand over your face. "I'm sorry, I've never exactly thrown myself at someone like this before," your cheeks heat up again, burning hot and red as your embarrassment grows.

"It's fine. You're doing great," Jonah comments, lightening the mood once again. He reaches up to bring your hand down from your beautiful face, a face he's seen in his dreams a hundred times, and in his late-night fantasies after you've texted him 'goodnight'. "Take your time," he reassures you, gazing deep into your eyes.

You nod, taking a deep breath to regain your confidence. He's here with you, and seemingly shares your feelings, given that he hasn't high-tailed it out of here to file an HR complaint yet. There's nothing to be nervous about. It's Jonah, sweet, kind, handsome Jonah. "Okay. Well, I really like you, Jonah. A lot. I've gotten to know you these last few weeks, and I adore everything about you," you say sweetly.

"That, and..." you bite your lip, feeling rather bold as a mischievous grin spreads across your mouth. You lean forward, bringing yourself close enough to speak in his ear. "I really, really want you to fuck me," you say softly, seductively, before taking the tiniest tip of his earlobe between your teeth and nibbling slightly.

"Jesus," Jonah groans at your filthy words, and your warm breath against his neck. This is a side of you he's never seen before, but only a few seconds of it leaves him wanting more.

"I've wanted you for so long. I keep catching myself staring at you all the time, watching your perfect little body stocking shelves and putting up displays," you continue, searing wet kisses onto Jonah's neck as you speak, your hands roaming his body. "I find myself thinking about you, at night, when I'm home alone," your practically moan the words as you recall the many times you've touched yourself while thinking of Jonah.

"Do you ever think about me, Jonah?" you ask, bringing your hand down lower, over his stomach, his belt, eventually low enough to run along the curve of his erection.

"Yes, yeah, all the time," Jonah says breathlessly, his cock throbbing in his jeans, desperate to be let out.

"Good," you praise, nipping against is neck before lifting your head up to look at him again. "Your turn," you say expectantly.

"Well," Jonah starts, attempting to think for a moment. Although, it's a bit hard to do when your hand is rubbing against his crotch. "Obviously, I like you, too. Very much. We share a lot of interests and I respect you and-"

You press a finger to his lips, shaking your head. "Cut it out with the male feminist routine for a second. Tell me how you really feel, what you really want," you instruct, needing to hear him tell you his deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires. You crave it more than anything. You give his dick a nice squeeze to encourage him, earning a breathy groan from his pretty lips.

"Fuck, alright," Jonah nods, meeting your eyes with a newfound hunger. He walks you both back to the large table in the middle of the lab, leaning you against it. He holds your chin gently in his hand, starting off with a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss quickly heats up, his tongue tangling with yours and his hands traveling down your body.

"I've been watching you, too," he says softly, in a tone you've never heard from him before. It sends a shiver up your spine, setting a fire inside you. "Everything you do drives me crazy. Even the simplest things, like pouring a cup of coffee, or digging for your keys," he says, mimicking your actions by bringing his supple lips to your neck.

"You're so gorgeous, and perfect. It takes everything in me not to push you up against the wall when we stock shelves together, or onto the display furniture when we're re-fluffing the throw pillows," he says, leaving a blazing trail of kisses along your throat. You can feel his erection pressing into you, growing needier by the second.

"And I really, really want to fuck you," he says slowly, drawing out the syllables to make sure you hear him loud and clear.

"Please," you beg, already reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Jonah follows suit, lifting the hem of your t-shirt to tug it over your head. You allow him to do so, leaving you in your cute pink bra. He reaches around to your back, undoing the clasps. The straps fall slack on your shoulders, until the garment is tossed away somewhere in the room. Jonah's face immediately finds its way into your breasts, his mouth nipping and sucking every inch of flesh he can reach. He swirls his tongue around the stiff peaks of them, eliciting loud moans from your lips at the sensation.

You proceed to rip his own shirt open, a couple buttons flying off and bouncing across the floor. He shucks the fabric from his shoulders, leaving his lightly toned chest exposed. You run your hands along his warm, soft flesh, feeling every inch of him. He's just like you imagined, even better. You start going for his belt next, undoing the buckle with ease. While still kissing your beautiful tits, Jonah undoes the button of your pants and slides the zipper down its track. He reaches a hand inside, bypassing your panties altogether, his thin middle finger running through your soaked folds.

"Fuck," you gasp as he explores you, slow and careful to get a feel for your perfect pussy. He brushes against your clit, making you buck into his hand. He chuckles softly, pleased to be the one making you feel this good. Jonah goes a step further, easily gliding two fingers inside your cunt. The way you moan his name makes him bite your breast just a little too hard, though you don't exactly mind. You'll gladly admire the bruise left behind in the mirror later on.

"Feels so good, I'm so wet for you," you whimper as Jonah gently curls his fingers inside you, pressing on your g-spot again and again. He lifts his head up again, peering at you curiously.

"You know you don't have to talk like that if you aren't comfortable, right?" he says. He doesn't actually have any objection to you speaking as vulgar as you like, but given that it seems out of character for you, he worries you're only doing it for his benefit.

"Oh. You don't like it?" you ask, your stomach turning at what you perceive as a slight rejection.

"No, no, I do!" Jonah insists, still pumping his fingers inside you out of reflex. "I just wasn't sure you like it," he says, which sounds rather stupid now considering you started all of this. His face does that cute thing where he realizes he said something dumb, making you giggle and shake your head.

"Jonah, I get that I'm not normally so forward like this. But I'm trying to be the person I've always wanted to be. A woman who takes what she wants. And right now, what I want is you," you speak confidently, making the next move by unzipping his jeans. Jonah watches you silently, lips parted. You slip inside his pants, beneath his boxers to find his stiff cock.

"Fuck," Jonah gasps as you wrap your hand around his length. You stroke him nice and slow, rubbing circles around his tip with your thumb. Sticky precum slicks over your skin, making you tempted to pull away and lick it off. But the way Jonah's eyes are burning into you, the way his breath comes out hot and heavy, you don’t want to stop touching him for a single second.

The two of you stay just like this for a moment, warming each other up with surprisingly talented hands. Jonah kisses you again, unable to get enough of your pretty mouth. You wear vanilla lip gloss almost every day, something he's noticed you reapply throughout many shifts together. The scent is strong, without being overpowering, he's always able to smell it from across the break room. So sugary sweet and warm, just like you. He's spent weeks wondering what it would taste like, and now he finds it to be one of the most wonderful flavors in the world.

"I hate to rush this, but I think people are gonna be looking for us soon," you say between heated kisses, wishing you could stay here all day instead of dealing with asshole customers.

"Yeah, would be a shame if someone walked in on us. Especially Glenn," Jonah comments.

"Oh, I dunno about that. Maybe he'd learn something," you tease. He looks at you a moment, reading your expression, possibly waiting for you to crack a joke.

"You're kind of a freak, aren't you?" Jonah asks with an amused grin.

"Uh-huh," you nod, letting his dick out of your grasp. You bring your pre-cum soaked thumb to your lips, licking the salty taste of Jonah from it with a quiet moan. "Seems like you are, too."

"You could say that," he says, carefully removing his fingers from your pussy. Your slick juices have coated them completely, even dripping down into his palm. He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. "Fuck," he groans as he swallows the tang of you.

"C'mere," he says suddenly, shimmying his jeans down to his thighs to let his cock spring free. He pulls you into him, tugging your own pants away from your hips, stopping at your knees. He lifts you up onto the counter, dipping down to put himself between your bound legs.

"Oh, do you have a-" Jonah starts to ask, just now thinking about protection.

"Don't need it, my tubes are tied. I'm not bringing a kid into this world," you explain breathlessly, pulling Jonah closer to you by his shoulders.

"Oh, okay, cool. Very responsible of you," he says agreeably, taking hold of his cock.

"Thanks," you pant, scooting down a little to position your cunt at a better angle. Jonah brings his length to your entrance, swiping his tip through your folds a few times. "Jonah, please. I need you," you whine as your head spins and chest pounds in anticipation.

Jonah nods, finally pressing himself up against your needy hole. He pushes forward, stretching you nice and slow on his fat cock. He watches himself disappear inside of you, your drenched walls accepting him with ease. He groans as you squeeze around him, the sound mingling with your own moans of pleasure. He fills you so perfectly, reaching every spot inside of you that's been in desperate need of attention. You put your arms around his neck, locking your ankles behind his back. His hands gently grasp your hips in turn, his thumbs rubbing against your skin.

"God, you're perfect," Jonah says softly, capturing your gaze. He doesn't want to waste any more time, there's a creeping feeling inside of him that says another horny couple will be needing this room soon. Jonah pulls back, nearly falling out of you altogether, before slipping all the way back in. He sets a steady pace, pumping into you with care and precision.

"Fuck, yes," you moan, already overwhelmed with sensation. You cling to Jonah, keeping him as close to you as possible. His lips find yours again, he's unable to get over the taste of you. You keep up with his pace, rolling your tongue against his. He tastes pretty damn good, too. Nothing you can quite pin-point, but there's an overall freshness about his mouth which is surprisingly intoxicating. You don't really ever see him chewing gum or anything like that, leaving it a complete mystery.

"You taste really good," the two of you say at the same time, leaving you both giggling and murmuring mutual thanks. Jonah speeds up a little bit, ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over. You moan just a little too loud at his increased pace, earning his tongue even further inside your mouth to muffle the noise.

Jonah's hands strongly grip your hips, yours in turn digging into his skin. Sweat has begun to build on your flesh, flames of passion burning through your bodies. You can feel a knot of pleasure twisting within your belly, squirming tighter and tighter every time he lands inside you. He feels so good, better than anyone else you've ever been with. Which, admittedly, isn't saying much. But the few other sexual experiences you've had don't even compare to this. In every aspect, both emotional and physical, it feels like you were made for each other. It's premature to say such things out loud, but the thought of belonging to one another will happily run wild inside your heads.

"Fuck, Jonah, I'm getting close," you whimper breathlessly, digging your nails further into his back as your high approaches.

"So am I," Jonah murmurs, pushing himself to fuck you harder, faster.

"Oh, god!" you gasp at his newfound speed, nearly falling over the edge altogether. Your insides clench around him once, pulling a deep groan from his lungs.

"Gonna make me come if you keep doing that," Jonah warns with a playful smile. He's unbearably close, and he wants to pull you down with him. He brings a hand between your legs, rubbing tender circles on your clit.

"God, yes! Jonah, please don't stop!" you cry out, not really caring if anybody hears you. You can't help yourself, everything he's doing has you seconds away from melting into a puddle on the floor. He does as you ask, continuing to fuck your brains out and rub your clit until you lose control. You moan his name in a babbling stream of expletives, your insides clamping down around Jonah's dick as you come harder than you ever have in your life. Pulsing white heat worms its way from your cunt to your limbs, ecstasy completely washing over you.

"Fuck," Jonah mutters as his climax overtakes him, hips stuttering, thick ropes of his release painting your insides. He continues to thrust, working you both through your orgasms until all that's left is half-breaths and sticky sweat. He collapses into you, his face buried in your neck. You reach up to stroke his damp hair, catching your breath as you bask in the afterglow. Everything is content, and quiet, until there's a self-conscious knock on the door.

"Are you guys done in there yet? A customer is waiting for me to develop some film for them," you hear Sandra's meek voice say, muffled on the other side of the door.

"Just a minute!" Jonah calls to her, before looking down at you.

"How long do you think she was listening?" you whisper, although no matter the answer, it's still highly mortifying.

"I...don't know. Could go either way with Sandra, she's very lonely," Jonah answers quietly, also looking a bit embarrassed. Not for having sex with you, of course. But for getting caught.

"Guess we should get going, then," you say, your disappointment showing plain as day. You just wanted a couple more minutes, to really let this wonderful event between you sink in, to feel real. With your luck, your alarm clock will be waking you up from yet another cruel dream any second now.

"Yeah," Jonah says, mirroring your expression. He doesn't want to leave things like this, and have to spend the rest of his shift waiting to be with you again. "You're off at the same time as me, right?" he asks suddenly, wanting to make further plans with you.

"Yeah," you nod, smiling at the idea that he wants to see you again.

"Good. Because you're coming home with me tonight," he says, knowing full well you have no other plans, nor would you want to.

"Is that so?" you tease.

"Yeah," he nods, before giving one last deep, soul-burning kiss. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet," he says with a grin, his mind already thinking of all the things he wants to do with you, or to you. If you'll only let him, he plans to give you everything you desire.

"It's a date," you say with a smile. Jonah pulls back, slowly removing his cock from your spent cunt. Your mixed release oozes from your hole, and he wishes he had the time to clean you up with his currently salivating mouth. The two of you redress, although Jonah's shirt can't close all the way thanks to you ripping the buttons off earlier. You would apologize, if his exposed chest didn't make him look even sexier.

Once you're dressed, Jonah opens the door to the photo lab, revealing that you most definitely had more than an audience of one during your...'date'. There's Sandra, of course, who's holding a few rolls of film in her hands. Thankfully, there's only a few more coworkers who are apparently far more perverted than you realized. Justine (predictable), Mateo, Cheyenne, Dina, and Marcus are gathered around with very pleased looks on their faces.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and all capacity of having something to say for yourself has disappeared from your body. Before even Jonah can say anything to come to your defense, the onslaught of hoots and hollers, vulgar comments, and shoddy impressions of what they heard ensues.

You look over at Jonah, finding a sympathetic expression on his face. It seems he's been in this kind of situation before, and the chorus of immaturity has no effect on him. He reaches over to hold your hand, and you let him. The feeling of his warm skin on yours again makes this all okay, muting the jeering voices altogether. The two of you walk away without a single retort to your coworkers, ready to clock back in and finish your shift, so you can have each other all to yourselves later on.

It all started totally by accident. You noticed an unfamiliar man moving into the building next door, a handsome yet odd young blood who came to NYC to achieve some far-fetched artistic dream. Boxes of stuff nearly bursting from his junker of a car, expensive camera draped around his neck for safe keeping. It was too much for you to resist helping him as you watched him struggle from a couple floors above ground. You called down to him, offering your assistance, and he was more than glad to take it.

You helped him haul every last box up the couple flights of stairs, coming to find out his new apartment sits right across the narrow alley from your own. You commented on such, letting him know he could feel free to wave to you in passing if the mood struck. Little did you know, that this innocent enough offer would soon open a rather taboo door, never to be closed again by the look of it. In thanks of your help, the young man formally introduced himself, and ordered some take-out from a Chinese place you recommended.

Jonathan, you soon learned was his name. He was only a couple of years younger than you, still in his very early twenties, taking the one opportunity he had to get out of his wretchedly small hometown. He told you about his family, and you told him about yours. Not much to go on there, as you'd run away at sixteen to escape a couple of drunks you unfortunately called 'Mom' and 'Dad'. Nevertheless, you and Jonathan had a nice, casual talk, promising to look out for one another as neighbors. Neighbors. That's what you were supposed to be. Instead of playing this mildly fucked-up game you can't seem to find a way out of. Not that you're really complaining.

Back to the subject, it all started on a particularly humid night. As is typical for living in the Big Apple, your shitty landlord couldn't be bothered to have proper air conditioning put into his numerous rental properties. So, you had decided to go nearly naked in your apartment to beat the heat. You had a fan going, the window open as wide as it could go, lounging around in a thin t-shirt and skimpy panties.

You were in your room, trying to settle in for the night. But it was just too hot. You'd decided, fuck it, you can't sleep, and you may as well have a reason to be hot and bothered. You pulled open your bedside drawer, retrieving a reliable rabbit to satiate your growing hunger for release. You shoved your panties off, kicking them over the side of the bed. You clicked the toy on, which began buzzing firmly in your hand. You didn't waste any time at all, spreading your legs wide open and bringing the head of the rabbit to your needy clit.

Little did you know, at first, that Jonathan was getting the most perfect, pornographic view of you from across the alley. He'd been laid up in bed, lights off as he struggled to find some way to stay cool. He was completely nude between his thin sheets, and still sweating like a damn pig. He kept tossing and turning, eventually giving up and clicking on the small TV in his room to watch a movie or something. While he flipped mindlessly through the channels, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see what the movement was, and found you splayed out on your bed, touching yourself. He gasped in shock, fumbling with the remote so he didn't drop it loudly on the floor. Your buildings were definitely close enough to where you could hear a decent amount of sound if the windows were left open.

He caught the offending device, tossing it beside him on the bed. The little show you were putting on became far more interesting. Jonathan did briefly battle with himself whether or not it was right to be watching you like this, but his rapidly hardening cock won that argument. He rationalized it to himself, that maybe you wanted him to see you. You always left your curtains open, and waved at him at all hours of the day, whether you were fully dressed, or wrapped in nothing but a towel. He'd deal with the guilt later, he decided. He just couldn't bear to take his eyes off of you. His young, hot neighbor, who was currently lost in pleasure as she fucked herself with a silicone rabbit.

While Jonathan grappled with the potential implications of what spying on you could mean for your neighborly relationship, you continued to work the toy between your legs exactly to your liking. The thick shaft slid in and out of your pussy with ease, arousal spilling from you messily every few strokes. The buzzing 'ears' of the rabbit whirred against your clit, building you up towards an orgasm you realized you desperately needed. You weren't thinking about anyone in particular while doing this, mainly focusing on the sensations you were feeling with your eyes screwed shut.

But something felt off. Like someone was watching you. You peeled your eyes open for a moment, still going to town on yourself. Your eyes drifted around the room, looking for anything potentially lurking in the dark corners. Shadows were cast by the summer moon shining through your window, and your eyes drew past the open pane without much thought. That is, until you saw him. Jonathan, your neighbor, was watching you from the very edge of his own window. You couldn't make out much of him in the dark, but you knew he was there. The faintest outline of his head peered back at you.

Part of you wanted to stop, to stand up and go to the window and shout across the alley about how much of a pervert he was. It would've been the logical thing to do at such an invasion of privacy. But the other part, found it extremely hot that your cute neighbor wanted to see you in this way. You decided to play along, raising your free hand to wiggle your fingers at him like you always did, with a playful smirk plastered on your face.

Jonathan jerked back from the window at first when you waved, his face going red as a beet at getting caught. His heart pounded in his chest, he wondered how he would ever face you again after this. But the look on your face, and how you kept going, made him realize that you weren't grossed out, or offended. He was right, you liked it. He leaned back into view, perhaps a little further to let you know he was there. He waved back, and settled himself on the edge of his bed to watch you even more. His hand found his cock already dripping with need, a low moan escaping his thin lips as he closed his fist around himself.

When Jonathan came back into your line of sight, it was very clear what he was doing. You couldn't quite see below the window sill, but you could tell he was jerking off by the way his arm moved up and down, and how his mouth feel open just slightly. He was getting off on watching you. This only made the fire inside you burn hotter, making you feel as if you were melting into the bed at this point. You began to think of him now. You kept your eyes locked on him as you pounded your pussy with your toy, wishing it was him instead. You wanted Jonathan there, to touch you, kiss you, fuck you until you screamed his name. You wanted to have him there in your bed, sitting is his lap while his slender fingers pumped away inside you. You wanted to take his no-doubt gorgeous cock in your mouth, and suck the utter life out of him while he held you down. You wanted to ride him until your legs gave out, and have him fill you up with his sticky cum.

Jonathan refused to look away as your motions grew needier, your wrist getting a pretty good workout as you shoved the toy in harder, faster, deeper. He envied the thing, wishing he could be there instead. He stroked himself in time with your thrusts, dreaming up very filthy things about you to fill in the gaps. He craved the feeling of your lips on his neck, kissing and sucking all kinds of nasty bruises on his pale flesh. He wished for the opportunity to fuck your face until tears rolled down your cheeks and drool pooled heavily on your chin. He wanted to shove your head deep into your mattress while pounding you from behind, slapping your ass and making you squeal until you came all over his cock.

You could see him getting closer, and felt yourself doing the same. Your helpless moans and cries grew louder as the minutes passed, and you hoped Jonathan was able to hear them. Despite your wrist beginning to get tired in your fervor, you soldiered on. You weren't stopping for anything. You were making an absolute mess of your bed, sweat and juices dripping from you and soaking directly into the sheets. But you didn't care. You needed to cum, and you needed it soon. You kept hold of the idea of Jonathan's cock being the object fucking into you instead of the rabbit, moaning for him again and again when its rubber head hit your g-spot just right.

Jonathan was close, and he could tell you were, too. Fuck, he could hear some of those filthy noises you were making, which only pushed him closer to the edge. He listened and watched as you whined out his name, your thighs trembling as your orgasm was almost taking hold. His own high hit him unexpectedly, and he did his best to stand up to show you as his release spilled from his dick in thick spurts. He groaned loud enough for you to hear, still staring at you as his cum landed on his hand and the floor.

You cried out his name in ecstasy when you saw him lose control, eyes rolling back just after you watched him stand to show you his release. Your body shook as you came seconds after him, more mess spilling out of you and all over the bed. You heard it splash from your pussy, drenching your thighs and the sheets. You turned the toy off as your high ran its course, tossing it off to the side with little care where it would land. Once you caught your breath, you sat up to look across the alley again. You found Jonathan looking back at you, and he gave you another small wave. Awe rested in his eyes, probably from the massive amount of cum that came out of you just seconds before. You waved back at him, a satisfied smile on your face. You cleaned up and fell right asleep shortly after that, and Jonathan did the same.

After that first incident, this kind of thing became rather normal for the two of you. On many nights, either one or both of you will put on a 'show' of some kind. Most times it's just a silly strip tease, removing your clothes nice and slow while the other one watches. Even if it never leads to simultaneous masturbation, it's still highly thrilling for you. Other times, you up the stakes. Sometimes, one of you brings a date home. You bring them to your room, take off all your clothes, and go to town while the other one watches the whole thing.

None of these encounters are something you discuss beforehand. Oddly enough, your sexual adventures seem to only exist between the span of your twin windows, using them like mirrors you gaze into to feed your wildest fantasies. Outside of them, you only give polite greetings or farewells as you go about your lives. It's easier that way, you suppose. Not to mention far more exciting.

During the times when either of you bring a partner home, it's borderline intoxicating. You can't begin to count the number of times you've looked out the window to see Jonathan roughly fisting himself as you're getting absolutely railed. It heightens every sensation to know he's watching you, wishing he was the man to make you scream. Hell, sometimes he even has his camera out, snapping photos of you in every compromising position imaginable. Photos he later develops and slips underneath your door for you, sometimes with suggestive notes, or photos of himself to compliment them.

You, on the other hand, like to play with yourself in bed when Jonathan brings a girl to his place. You copy the positions he puts her in, fucking yourself on the rubber rabbit while he steals greedy glances over at you. You cum at the same time every time he does this, due to him timing his thrusts and speed to what he knows gets you off. And he hasn't even been on the other side of your window to figure that out.

He'd met you at a book shop a few months ago, reaching for the same first edition of some dusty old classic. Sherlock Holmes, maybe, or perhaps even Moby Dick. He doesn't quite remember (and his unmatched memory captures everything), as he was far too focused on the gorgeous, soft hand that brushed against his own in grabbing for the book. A shared laugh soon followed, light and airy, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your beauty enraptured him instantly, and he nearly tripped over himself to give you his number and await your call to plan a date of some sort. It was so unlike him to do so, it made him seriously question his sanity for an hour or two. But after a conversation with you that lasted hours into the night when he returned home that evening, he was pleased to find he'd made a very wise decision.

Fast forward to the last month or so, and things have rapidly progressed from hand-holding and passionate kisses to touching various naked areas with your hands and mouths. You've been patient, guiding Spencer along each stepping stone towards intercourse, encouraging him, exploring him in every way imaginable. Despite your insistence (and multiple comments he receives from certain coworkers of his), he's never exactly found himself to be attractive. Not really.

He's spent most of his life a full step ahead of everyone else in terms of education and career, leaving him considerably younger than most of his peers. That fact alone has made it rather difficult to experience a lot of 'firsts' in regards to intimacy. He's been kissed before you came along, maybe even felt up a little bit, but nothing beyond that. In all honesty, a part of him is glad to have been spared the awkward adolescent groping and vulgar attempts at playing grown-up, because now he's been able to share all of these amatory encounters with you.

"I want this. I want you." Spencer reiterates as you haven't made any next moves yet.

"I want you too, baby. I just have one more question." You say softly, brushing a wispy hair out of his face before cupping his cheek.

"And what's that?" Reid asks, unable to help smiling as you gaze at him adoringly.

"Do you want me to put a condom on you, or are you okay without one?" You ask, the words sounding a bit more clinical than you'd like. But it's a fair question.

"I-I dunno. Should I?" His brow furrows, unsure how to go about this. He's aware you're on the pill, though that statistically isn't 100% effective. And he may be a virgin, but he's aware of the mess sex can make, and it might spare a bit of cleanup afterwards. He's getting stuck on it now, pondering inside his head as you play with the foil wrapper between your fingers.

You giggle at his momentary trance, shaking your head. "It's only if you want to, Spence. It's not exactly a life-altering decision."

"That's not true. You could still end up pregnant." Spencer retorts, about to rattle off statistics at you about just how many children were born to parents who assumed oral contraceptives were enough. You put a finger over his mouth to stop him, and he sighs when he realizes how intense he's getting about this. He gently moves your hand away, speaking again. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

"No, you're not. It's sweet that you're so concerned." You reassure him, giving him a soft kiss. He hums into you, allowing your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment. You pull away shortly after, taking his breath with you. With your lips still brushing against his, you meet his dizzied gaze. "I only ask, because I want your first time to be extra special. And it'll feel so much better if you fuck me without a condom on." You say seductively, making his pupils dilate with lust.

"Actually, studies show that there's little to no difference in sensat-" Reid's gargantuan mind starts up again, leaving you no choice but to cut him off by taking his cock in your grasp. "-fuck." He mutters, losing his train of thought entirely, his eyes flicking down to look at the scene between his legs. His stiff, ample length throbs in your hand, pearly beads of precum dripping down the side as you lazily stroke him.

"Baby, look at me..." You purr, drawing his gaze to you. "I'm gonna ask you again. All I need is a 'yes; or 'no', okay?" You wait for him to give an understanding nod. He does, as well as letting out one of the filthiest little moans you've ever heard. "Do you want to wear a condom?" You ask, letting his dick fall from your hand for a moment. He whines at the loss, the sound sending a flare of arousal between your legs.

"No. I want to feel you. All of you. Please." Spencer begs, and you could just about melt at the pitchy whimper in his voice. You've noticed he grows rather needy in bed, and it doesn't take much to rile him up. The way he takes everything you give him like a precious gift is so goddamn intoxicating.

"So do I, Spence." You say with a smile, one he mirrors. "Is this position okay? We can do it any way you want."

"This is fine, makes me feel close to you." Reid says sweetly, squeezing your hips a little.

"You wanna warm me up a little bit first?" You ask, longing to feel his touch.

"Of course." He nods, leaning in to press his lips to yours. Spencer always starts with a kiss, no matter what it is you end up doing. It's really romantic, and makes your knees weak every time. You let him lead, allowing his tongue to dominate yours in a fervent dance. His hand leaves your waist, trailing along your supple skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His long fingers brush past your inner thighs, reaching their intended destination without him having to look. He rubs slow circles on your clit, making you moan against his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to venture further, slipping two fingers inside your drenched cunt.

"Fuck, Spence." You moan aloud, the way his fingertips can reach your g-spot so quickly and easily takes you by surprise every time. You grab hold of his cock again, mainly holding it to keep him ready. Although, the sounds you're making and how wet you are seem to be doing that job just fine. The air of the room heats up, growing thinner as the seconds pass. Unabashed moans escape the two of you as you work each other up, building towards the one thing you've both desired for so long. "I'm ready when you are." You say breathlessly, eager to finally feel Spencer inside of you.

"O-Okay." He stutters, nodding his head enthusiastically. He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his lips. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of you. "Mm."

"Dirty boy." You tease, making a deep blush bloom wildly across his cheeks. You start to stroke him again, very slowly. You get up on your knees to position yourself over him.

He watches your every move, unable to say a word. It's finally happening. He's going to have sex. With you. Reid feels like a silly teenager with all these thoughts running through his head, but they all fall away the second you bring the tip of his cock to glide through your folds. You share a moan at the sensation, gazing at one another with parted mouths. Hearts pounding in anticipation, breath stolen from your lungs, arousal leaking from you both and mixing together in the indescribable friction. Spencer could cum just like this if he isn't careful.

"Ready?" You ask one final time, just to be absolutely sure that he wants this.

"Yes." Reid nods, trying to keep himself from squirming. You feel so good, and he's not even inside you yet. He's certain he won't last long, but you've already told him a hundred times that it won't be a problem.

You don't waste anymore time, holding his cock at your entrance and gradually sinking down onto him. "Fuck, Spence. You're so big." You moan as he splits you open. He's a bit larger than you've had before, and it's been quite some time since you've done this, so every inch is deliciously stuffing you full.

Reid, on the other hand, has gone completely mute. His mind has stopped working, and all he can do is grip onto your hips with all the strength he has without hurting you. You're absolute heaven inside, if he believed in such a thing. So hot, and slick, and snug, squeezing around his dick perfectly. He finally understands what all the fuss is about. He could just about cry from happiness in this moment. Once you're fully seated on him, your walls constrict out of reflex, which appears to get Spencer's sex-addled brain working again. "Oh, my...fuck- I, um, wow..." He babbles, unsure what to do with himself. His hands fidget at your sides aimlessly, and his expression twists and bends in all manner of ways as he attempts to get a grip on one singular thought.

"Shh, look at me, Spencer." You coo to him, leading his chin with your finger. He meets your eyes, though his own desperately want to roll back into his fucking skull. "That's it, baby. Just breathe, alright? Nice and slow, 'kay?" You guide him through the initial shock, nodding together slowly as he takes deep breaths. "There you go. I'm gonna start moving now, okay? Don't worry if you cum early, and just tell me if you need me to stop." You say softly, keeping things light and low-pressure. The last thing you need is him worrying about his performance.

"Okay." He breathes, chest shuddering as you start to ride him. You lift yourself up, almost letting him fall out altogether, and come back down at the same pace. You do this a few more times, gradually picking up a bit of speed.

"That feel good, baby?" You ask him, rolling your hips as you set a steady rhythm.

"Yeah, so fucking good." Spencer huffs, feeling close already. But he puts that out of his mind, focusing instead on enjoying this with you. "Do you feel good?" He asks, needing more than your vulgar moans as confirmation.

"So good, Spence. You fill me up so well, I'm so fucking wet for you." You admit these lewd thoughts to him, no stranger to being vocal during intimacy with him. Reid enjoys it immensely, adding words to the actions just makes everything astoundingly better. "Tell me how it feels to fuck me, Spencer." You say through a moan, riding him a little bit faster now.

Spencer groans at your increased speed, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. "I-It's exactly what I'd always hoped it would be." He starts. "I can hardly find the words to describe how much I'm enjoying this right now. You've blown my mind to pieces with this perfect fucking pussy." His grip on your waist grows rougher, taking you by surprise. He's following his instincts, leading you with his hands as you bounce on his cock. His assistance punctuates every landing you make, your noises growing louder as pleasure builds inside you. "I can feel you making a mess all over me, fucking soaked." He says, marveling at the drenched patch on his crotch. Your arousal glistens in the light as it's caught on his coarse hair and pale skin. "It drives me crazy to know you're loving this just as much as I am."

"I am, baby. You're so deep, hitting all the right places inside me." You say, speeding up a bit more. Spencer's hands migrate to your ass, squeezing your flesh roughly as he continues to keep up with you. You're surprised he's lasted this long, oddly proud of him for doing so.

"Fuck, you're incredible." Spencer groans, getting dangerously close to the edge again. He'd tell you to slow down, but everything feels too good to stop. Instead, he tries to drag you down with him, starting with diving face first into your tits. His mouth nips and sucks at your flesh wildly, struggling to land where he wants with your ceaseless bouncing. The noises he makes are borderline animalistic, groaning and grunting against your chest.

"Jesus, Spence!" You can't help letting out a breathless laugh at his urgency, picking up on the fact that his end is closer than your own. "You wanna try to help me out?" You offer, eager to feel him take some of the control. He doesn't say anything, just nods and makes an unintelligible sound at you. He thrusts his hips up, following what his primal urges are telling him to do. It appears to be working, given the shocked gasp that leaves your lungs at his effort. He keeps doing it, his mind turning to mush more and more as he fucks into your cunt to meet you halfway. "Oh my god! Yeah, keep doing that." You pant the words out, clinging to him by the shoulders.

Reid grins against your flesh, still biting and suckling while he pounds into you over and over. He's doing it, he's really doing it. He's keeping control of himself, he's going to make it. "Feel so fuckin' good, gonna make you cum, gonna make you scream, I promise...promise, promise..." Spencer murmurs to you, vowing to not give up, even though his balls are screaming for release right now. He has to get you there, if it's the last thing he'll ever do. "Such a perfect pussy, so good for me, so, so wet, fuck-" He groans when your walls constrict around him a bit, almost making him blow his load entirely.

"Don't stop, baby, you can do it, fuck me, make me cum, please, Spence..." You plead as your orgasm builds near the point of toppling over. His filthy mouth and feral actions have set you on fire from the inside out. You knew sleeping with Spencer would be special, and intense. But this is an entirely new level. His craving of you has blocked out all else, leaving him only with the mission to chase release. His, and your own.

"Oh, god, lay down, lay down, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum..." Spencer babbles, attempting to push you over onto your back. You follow his lead, his cock still sheathed inside you as you let him lead you where he wants. As soon as your body hits the mattress, he proceeds to ram himself into you as hard and as fast as he can.

"Fuck! Spencer!" You cry out as he hits an entirely new angle inside you, your ass resting over his knees as he thrusts forward. His hands grip your hips so hard, sure to leave dark bruises once he's through with you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna fill you up, gonna cum deep inside this pussy..." Reid grunts, sweat slicking him down, stomach clenching as he's about lose it.

"Keep going, baby. Don't stop, I'm almost there. Cum for me." You whine as his cock slams into you again and again.

"Fuck!" He nearly shouts when he finally feels it, his balls tightening, bliss washing over him, his hips stuttering as he fills you with thick ropes of white.

All you can do is bear witness as Spencer cums, harder than he ever has in his life. His brows knit together, mouth falling open as he moans so fucking loud. He keeps slamming his cock into you, hoping to pull you down alongside him. Feeling his load spill inside of you, as well as his desperate thrusts sends you tumbling over the edge. "Oh, god! Spencer!" You cry as your orgasm rips through you mercilessly. Your pussy clenches down on Reid's spent length, making him gasp as he keeps thrusting to get you off. You thighs shake violently, stars blurring your vision, hands clawing at the sheets beneath you. It's the most beautiful thing Spencer has ever seen.

You both slowly come down from your high, soaked in sweat and totally spent. Spencer carefully pulls out of you, though you still wince a little. "You okay?" He asks, noting your discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit worn out." You laugh lightly, crawling over to the right end of the bed to lie down. Spencer joins you, pulling the covers over you both and taking you into his arms.

"Sorry about that, I don't know what came over me." He says, a little embarrassed for losing control the way he did.

"It's okay, baby. More than okay, actually." You reassure him once again, stroking his damp face with your thumb. "I'm surprised you had it in you." You chuckle, and he does, too.

"So am I. I guess you...bring it out in me." He explains, and you nod in understanding.

"And I take that as a compliment." You say with a sleepy smile. "Did you have enjoy yourself?" You ask.

"Very much. Even more than I thought I would." Spencer says earnestly, making your heart skip a beat.

One thing he hasn't seemed to notice, however, is your growing feelings for him. As you both matured into your mid-twenties, you've been unable to deny just how gorgeous Eddie is. With his long curls, big brown eyes, and lithe body covered in tats and piercings. Not to mention he's perpetually dressed in band tees and jeans that don't leave much to the imagination. Ugh, he's absolutely perfect. Inside and out.

That's not to say he hasn't always been hot stuff, because of course he has. But he's not the scrawny little boy who picked you out of a long line of geeks and freaks anymore. No, now he's a strong, handsome, sexy man. A man who treats you like no one ever has before. He brings you something every time he comes to see you, ranging anywhere between a new book or a pretty rock he found on a walk once. He opens doors for you, and holds you in his arms when you're sad. He makes you soup when you're sick, nursing you back to health even if it means missing work.

The only thing missing, is something you've craved since the day you met him. Something you've never spoken aloud. Something you've only verbalized in late night cries of ecstasy when you get off to the thought of your best friend. Something you've only admitted in the pages of your diary. The diary that Eddie has just found in your bedside drawer, along with a pretty pink rabbit that makes him chuckle when he first sees it.

And what do we have here?... Eddie thinks to himself, pulling the book out of its hiding place. It's thick, bound in leather, detailed with little leaves and flowers. He thinks maybe it's a poetry journal, or a sketchbook. You share his affinity for the creative. It isn't until he actually opens that he realizes what's inside. Your deepest, darkest secrets. He flips through the pages, noting the dates as he reads about strange dreams you've had, or bad one-night stands. His eyes widen when he reaches an entry from a week ago, with the opening line: I dreamt about Eddie again last night...

He debates putting the diary back, not wanting to invade your privacy. He's not one to snoop, especially when you tell him everything anyway. Well, at least he thought you did. He bites his lip, tapping his foot on the floor as he decides what to do. He really should just put it back, and pretend he never saw it (or your special toy). But something inside him begs to know what your dreams of him are like. If they're anything resembling the dirty fantasies he's had of you while alone in his bed, he can't let it go until he knows for sure. He decides to read the next few lines, after flicking his eyes to the doorway to listen for your footsteps coming back from the kitchen.

...it was the same as all the others. Eddie was in my bed, and we were naked. His soft, warm lips were on mine, his tongue was in my mouth, and his hands were everywhere. It felt so good, having him kiss me like that while he explored every inch of me. His fingers were carefully thrusting inside my pussy, making me so fucking wet. I could feel his dick pressing into my thigh, and I took him in my hand. The noise he made when I touched him was so beautiful, he sounded so breathless and needy for me...

Eddie knows he should stop. This is wrong. So, so wrong. These are your private thoughts, and he shouldn't be reading them. Even if they're making a tent form in his pants. His heart races in his chest, and he feels rather hot under the collar. His stomach twists with an uneasy mix of guilt and arousal. He lets out a shaky breath, once again weighing his options. Keep reading, or put the damn thing away and never, ever bring it up. He looks down the hall, wondering how much time he has left before you come back. Against his better judgment, he gives in to his desire for you. With eyes glued to your neat handwriting, he reads on.

...I could feel him grow in my hand, fuck, he was huge. I've seen it in real life before, and not entirely on accident. Since we're so close, we change in front of each other sometimes. And even though I've never seen it hard, I can tell his dick is big. It's even got a goddamn piercing on it, shining in the light like a lure. I swear to God, it takes everything in me not to fall to my knees and take him in my mouth whenever I see it...

Eddie scoffs loudly, unable to believe you've actually been checking him out. A part of him wonders if this is a sick joke, that you'd somehow known to leave this here for him to see. Any second now, you'll come busting in here and laugh in his face. Maybe even snap a picture of his embarrassingly large erection amd make copies to give all your friends.

But that's not you. You're too kind and sweet to him to ever pull such a cruel (and improbably elaborate) prank. Sure, he's wanted you for years. To call you his girl, to love you the way you should be loved. To kiss you, and hold you, and touch you in all the ways he thinks you'd like. To love you, and spoil you like the queen you are in his eyes. He's just never allowed himself to think you'd ever feel the same about him. Until now.

"What are you doing with that?" You ask softly, frozen in place in the doorway of your bedroom with a tray of snacks in your hands. Your eyes are blown wide, as you've come back to find Eddie on your bed, reading your diary, with a huge hard-on in his pants.

"I-I, I was, uh, just...um..." Eddie babbles helplessly, slamming the book shut and tossing it across the room. As if it being anywhere else will magically absolve him of invading your privacy. You just stare at him as he goes red in the face, and gestures with his hands as he fails to come up with an explanation. "...sorry." He says after letting out a long string of unintelligible sounds. He cringes at the word, realizing it's not nearly enough. But his mind and mouth can't come up with anything that doesn't sound like a feral goblin choking on a chicken bone.

"What part did you read?" You ask, your own cheeks turning a deep crimson. You really hope he didn't find your latest sex dream entry, but the glaring evidence in his jeans tells you that's exactly what he saw.

"Read? No, I was, um...j-just skimming..." He chuckles nervously, hoping you'll buy it. But the darkening blush on your skin and tears welling in your eyes lets him know he's truly caught. "Sweetheart, I—" Eddie starts, standing up as you're about to fall apart.

"Eddie, I swear, I-I didn't mean it! It was just a dream, and pfft! I was high when I wrote that!" You laugh uncontrollably as a way to hide your tears of embarrassment, frantically shaking your head. You've never been so mortified in your life, caught red handed in the worst way possible. You could've gone forever without ever letting him know how you feel. The potential rejection seemed too painful to endure. "I didn't mean it, Eddie. I didn't." Your laughter devolves into soft sobs, your grip loosening on the tray. Eddie catches it before everything tumbles to the floor, setting it on your dresser.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." Eddie takes your hands in his, and leads you over to your bed to sit beside him. You follow him, unable to do much else as tears stream down your face. "I'm sorry for snooping, angel. That wasn't right for me to do." He says sadly, stroking your soft skin with his thumbs. You nod in response. "And we can pretend this never happened, okay? Like you said, it was just a dream." He offers, his own words stabbing into his heart at the idea of never fully being with you the way he wants. But he doesn't feel like he's earned it. Not after making you so upset, and betraying your trust.

"Why did you read it?" You ask abruptly, more curious than angry. As humiliating as it is that he found you out before you could tell him yourself, you want to know how those secret words made him feel.

"I got bored, and curious. I found it in your drawer, thinking it was poetry or something. But then I found the entry of you dreaming about me..." Eddie trails off, pondering what to say next. "...and I got more curious."

"About what?" You continue, your tears drying up.

"About whether or not you want me the same way I want you." He boldly admits. He may as well, since your diary entries admitted your own wonderful, awful, heart-breaking, nerve-wracking secret to him. You don't say anything else, eyes blown wide in shock. "I want to be with you, princess. I've always wanted that." He says emphatically, making your heart swell as well as race.

"Really?" You ask, as if his erection earlier wasn't enough indication of his desire for you. You've dreamt about this moment so many times, spent numerous moments throughout the days and nights hoping one day he'd see you. You now stupidly realize, that there was never a time where he didn't.

"Yes, really. If you can forgive me for being a creep, that is." He says with a chuckle, making you giggle as well.

"Yeah, I think I can manage that." You smile, squeezing his hands with your own. "How far did you get anyway?" You ask curiously.

"Uh, right about where you talked about wanting to suck my massive, pierced cock." Eddie replies, moaning in an exaggerated way on his final words to tease you.

"Ugh, that's so embarrassing!" You groan, covering your face in shame.

"It's really not, babydoll. I'm just flattered that you noticed." He insists, pulling your hands down so he can see your pretty face again.

"I'll count myself lucky you didn't read any more." You giggle sheepishly, recalling how the rest of that dream went. You riding Eddie's cock while his large hand wraps tightly around your throat, filthy praises leaving his lips to spur you on. Him fucking you from behind, tugging your head back by your hair as he grunts and groans with every thrust. Among other equally explicit things.

"Shit, now I have to read the rest!" Eddie says impishly, diving off the bed to get the diary that still lays on the floor.

"Eddie, no! Please, it's too embarrassing!" You shriek, clamoring after him. But he's quicker than you, snatching up the book and holding it above your head. You try to jump up and tear it from his reach, but it's no use. He chuckles at your foolish attempts, slowly moving closer to you while still holding the diary above your heads. His free arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. Your hands meet his chest, a small gasp leaving your lips at the sudden movement. He gazes deep into your eyes with burning lust, a smirk plastered on his lips.

"Think of it this way, sweetheart. If I read the rest, I'll know exactly what we're doing tonight." He speaks seductively, in a way you've only heard in your dreams.

"This can't be happening." You scoff, convinced you somehow fell asleep before Eddie came over tonight.

"Is it really so hard to believe that I'm in love with you?" He asks, dropping the Casanova act for a second and tossing the diary on the bed. He cups your cheek, and leans in to kiss you. His plush lips meet yours, giving you a taste of sweet, beautiful reality.

"Mm." You grab hold of the sides of his face, deepening the kiss. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, drawing a quiet moan from you. Time seems to stop as your mouths move together as one, and joyful tears spring from your eyes. This is all you've ever wanted. To love Eddie, and to have him love you back.

He carefully leads you backwards to the bed, laying you down on top of it as he kneels above you. He pulls away, wiping the salty tracks from your face. He smiles warmly, admiring every last bit of you and saving it away to remember this forever. "Can I make you feel good, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, as if it's his dying wish.

"Please." You reply softly, giving him a nod.

You've been close friends with Eddie Munson since high school. You remember not fitting in with anybody, and then Eddie took you under his wing. He showed you how to play D&D, and all of his metal band cassette tapes. Soon after, you joined the Hellfire Club and became a full-blown metalhead. You cut your hair short and dyed it funky colors, and wore a beaten leather jacket covered in pins and patches. Your jeans were always torn, and Converse adorned your feet at all times. You even had your nose pierced, much to your mother's dismay. Your eyes were always smoky with eyeliner, and dark red lipstick made your mouth look absolutely sinful. You made guitar pick earrings and a matching necklace to wear, Eddie had generously given the picks to you. You'd even made him a necklace as well, and he gave you the biggest bear hug when you gifted it to him on his birthday. You were hoping for a kiss, but you took whatever affection you could get from Eddie.

Years later, you'd both just squeaked by to graduate, you never took your grades very seriously. You don't see the point of doing what everyone in life pushed on you. College, marriage, kids, the house with the white picket fence. It all seems so hollow, and you want no part in it. You instead choose to focus on Eddie. You play D&D with him regularly, and he recently decided to teach you how to play the guitar. Some days you just get high and listen to Metallica or Dio in his trailer. Any time you can spend by his side, you jump at the chance. You couldn't help falling in love with him, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He treats you like a sister, a best friend. He always picks other girls to go out with and screw. It's not like you aren't a catch, you've been with plenty of guys. But none of them make you feel the way Eddie does, so you’ve never formed a long-term relationship with any of them. You can barely remember their names, they don't matter to you at all.

It always hurts you to see Eddie with other girls, kissing and giggling with them. They sit in his lap after his shows, practically humping him on the couch in his trailer. It always makes you want to scream, or vomit. That should be you, not some whore who doesn't care about him. So you try your best to act unbothered, bringing your own dates to distract yourself. You eventually fuck them on the couch while Eddie takes whatever girl he brought home to his bed.

But the whole time you're having sex with someone else, you can hear what’s happening in his bedroom. It makes you want to burst into tears, but you just pretend you don't hear. Or worse, you pretend the random guy you’re with is Eddie instead. You always feel disgusted afterwards though, you're just using random men to fill a gaping hole inside your heart. Not only that, you don't even pretend to like them. They all have blank faces, no names to you. You fill in the blanks when it comes time to screw them, pasting Eddie where you want him most. But they never perform the way you imagine he would. They don't care about you, or your pleasure. Once they're done, they leave. You're left laying on the couch afterwards, hearing noises from the bedroom with your clothes still removed or undone. It's here that you always lose the battle with your tears, letting them out silently to make sure the lovebirds aren't disturbed. You eventually get yourself together, wiping your tears away before Eddie escorts his girl to the door.

"You okay?" He always asks after he lets his whore out, taking notice of your puffy eyes and streaky eyeliner.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just another asshole." It isn't necessarily a lie, the guys you pick blindly usually don't treat you very well.

"Maybe you need to find someone you actually like, Y/N. You deserve to be happy." He kneels in front of you, wiping your eyes carefully. He looks into your eyes, and opens his mouth to say something. But he always closes it again, and shakes his head slightly. "Let me drive you home." And he always does, trying his best to cheer you up on the way. Telling jokes, blasting music, swerving the van playfully on the road. He does everything he can to get your tears to stop. It always works too, he shines so bright in your life. He makes everything better, any troubles you have melt away when you're with him. He parks and walks you to the door of your apartment like a true gentleman, telling you goodnight. You say the same, and burst into tears all over again when you close the door behind you and you're sure he won't hear. You cry so hard your chest hurts, and your throat is left raw from sobbing.

You eventually run out of tears for the night, crawling into bed with all your clothes still on, too tired to remove them. You lay in bed yearning for Eddie for hours, picturing what being his girlfriend could be like. It's oddly comforting, playing pretend in your head while you curl up in the blanket. You drift off to sleep with thoughts of the man you love swirling in your mind. And in the morning, the cycle starts again. Wake up, D&D/guitar lessons, van hangout, work, Eddie's show, back to his trailer, meaningless sex, crying, drive home, crying again, sleep. At some point this routine is sure to kill you, you can't keep going like this. You'll tell Eddie how you feel the next time you see him. And then you can either be with him, or put these pesky feelings behind you if he only sees you as a friend.

It's a Saturday afternoon, and you're getting ready to see Eddie. It's just the two of you today, you'll be going to Lover's Lake to hang out in his van. You both like the lake, not because of its name but because it's always peaceful there. The reflections of the surrounding woods on the water, birds flying overhead, a cool breeze brushing through the trees. It's nice and quiet, making you feel like it's just you and Eddie in the world. You're just about finished applying your smudgy eyeliner when you hear Eddie honking outside. You almost stab yourself with your eye pencil when the sound startles you. You toss it on your vanity, checking yourself over to make sure you look good. Your makeup is flawless, your outfit is badass as ever, and you don’t have a single hair out of place. You smile at your own reflection, eager to go with Eddie so you can tell him how you feel. You grab your bag, rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You run over to the van, yanking the passenger door open. You slide into your seat, tossing your bag in the back.

"Hey there, Y/N. How are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He smirks at you, looking you up and down. You seem extra put together today, he wonders if he's the reason for it. He pushes the thought from his head, there's no way you think of him like that.

"Hey, Eddie. I'm alright I guess." You say quietly, feeling his eyes on you. You look at him, meeting his wandering gaze. Did he just check me out?, you wonder. No way, he wouldn't do that.

"You 'guess'? That doesn't sound like the Y/N I know. Well, hopefully some time at the lake will brighten your mood, hm?" He puts his hand on your knee, rubbing it comfortingly. You tense at his touch, almost holding your breath. The skin where his hand is feels tingly with anticipation. "Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? You've been kinda off lately." He's genuinely concerned about you, you've been acting weird around him recently. Whenever he touches you, it makes you all jumpy, and you've been crying a lot too. He hopes he hasn't upset you somehow, he truly cares for you. He likes you a lot, more than he'd readily admit. But he figures you only see him as a friend.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Let's just go to the lake, okay?" You reply, almost annoyed. You look out the window, waiting for him to start driving. Eddie sighs, taking his hand off your knee. He grips the steering wheel, and drives out of the parking lot. You both ride in silence on the way to the lake, but Eddie can't help looking over at you every so often. You refuse to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on any sights outside the window as you ride past. Any enthusiasm or bravery you had about telling Eddie you love him is slipping away from your grasp.

Eddie continues to glance at you as he goes his usual route to the lake. Something is definitely off with you, he can see a sad expression on your face reflecting back at him in the window you keep staring out of. He doesn't know exactly why you seem so down, but he hopes you'll at least talk to him about it.

You finally reach the lake, and Eddie parks the van in your usual spot. He kills the engine, turning in his seat to face you. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on, Y/N? Did I make you upset or something?" You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. His expression makes your heart break. He thinks he's hurt you, but it's been you hurting yourself because of how you feel about him.

"No, Eddie. You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid, I promise." You reach forward to take his hands into yours. He lets you, and you stroke his rings, taking comfort in how the cool metal feels under your thumb. You want to keep talking, but it's like your mouth has been sewn shut.

"So what is it then? And I'm sure it's not stupid, Y/N. But you seem so sad lately, and you practically wince whenever I touch you. Just tell me what's wrong, darling. There's nothing you could say that would make me like you any less." He implores you to open up to him. He wants to help, however he can.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eds." You manage to reply, and your gaze falls to your joined hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your palms are sweating beyond belief. You feel sick, like you can't breathe. You can't do this. It'll ruin everything, and then Eddie won't want to see you anymore. You try to hold back, but your tears fight their way from your eyes, dripping onto the floor. Eddie's hands leave your grasp, grabbing the sides of your face to make you look at him again.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, please don't cry. Whatever it is, please just tell me. I can't stand seeing you so unhappy, princess." Seeing you like this makes his heart smash into a million pieces. He wants to make it better, but he doesn't even know what the problem is. You start to panic, your breaths come out fast and shallow. You start feeling dizzy, and you wish you could just run and hide. But you can't, Eddie won't let you go.

"I can't do this, Eddie. It'll ruin everything. And then you won't like me anymore. And I can't live with that." You choke the words out between sobs, your face turning a deep shade of scarlet. You're so embarrassed, and you just want to drop it. "Please, just forget it. We can pretend this never happened and I'll stop being an idiot. Please, I-" Eddie interrupts you by bringing his lips to yours. Your sobs stop, but your body still shudders a bit. You return the kiss, it's gentle and warm. A few more tears slide down your cheeks, and then Eddie breaks the kiss. He smiles at you, letting go of your face to hold your hands again.

"You know, if you were in love with me, all you had to do was say so." His smile grows wider when you gasp at his words. You open your mouth to protest, or put yourself down, but he places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "It's alright, darling. I promise you haven't ruined anything. I should've guessed this is why you've been acting so strange. I just didn't think you'd feel the same way about me as I do about you." Your eyes widen, you can't believe he's actually been in love with you this whole time.

You move his finger from your mouth, and grab his shirt collar. You pull him into you, smashing your lips together. He groans as you almost make him fall from his seat, but he hungrily reciprocates the kiss. He bites your bottom lip, making you moan. He slips his tongue in, and you battle for dominance. He wins out, frantically leading you to the back of the van. There's pillows and blankets thrown about, making a comfortable landing place for you. You fall onto your back, with Eddie on top of you. You finally break the kiss, stroking his face with the back of your hand. "You have no idea how many times I've wished for this, Eddie. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't think I could ever tell you. You always chose other girls over me."

"I know, and I was a fuckin' idiot. I only did that because I thought you didn't want me. We could've saved so much time, so much heartbreak. I can't begin to tell you how often I imagined those other girls were you instead." You laugh in shock at what he’s said. Him, fantasizing about you? You can't believe it. This whole time, he’s only wanted you. "That's not weird, is it?" He asks, blushes slightly at his little confession.

"Not at all, Eddie. If I'm being honest, I did the same thing with all those assholes I brought to the trailer. But I don't think they came even close to pleasing me like I imagine you could."

"Jesus, we're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

"No. We were just painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings." You giggle, staring into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Your lips meet again, slow and sensual this time. The temperature in the van begins to rise, you feel your blood boiling in your veins. Eddie's hands grip your waist, and his left knee goes between your legs. He's creating friction on your clothed core, causing you to moan. His lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, and your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking the flesh to leave hickies on you. "Fuck, Eddie. You're really good at this." You sigh blissfully, letting every sensation wash over you.

"I should hope so, I've had plenty of practice." He says between kisses, smirking like an idiot. One of his hands leaves your waist to grope your tits through your shirt. You arch your back off the floor of the van, gasping at his touch. "You make such pretty noises, princess." He whispers in your ear. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you cum." His words make you so wet, and his knee grinding on you feels so good. Every move Eddie makes sets your insides on fire, intense waves of pleasure washing over you. He's got you so wound up, soaking through your panties. Not long now until he pushes you over the edge.

"If you keep going the way you are, it won't take much." You moan out, your hands tangling in his hair. You tug on it roughly, and he groans into your neck.

"Careful, Y/N. It's dangerous to push my buttons like that." He grins at you, pulling you to sit up. He places you on top of him, his thigh positioned between your legs. You're sitting on your knees, and Eddie grips your hips in his hands. "Ride my thigh, darling. I want you to make yourself cum for me." He says lowly, his eyes burning with lust as they gaze into yours. You do as he says, slowly moving your hips on him. Eddie keeps your pace steady, helping you into the right angle to hit the spot where you need him most. You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, increasing your pace on him. He just sits there watching you closely, drinking in every moan and curse that falls from your lips.

The waves are crashing into you now, threatening to pull you under. You're sweating through your clothes, and your pussy is impossibly wet. "Fuck, Eddie. I'm so close." You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Keep going, princess. Make a mess all over me. Let me hear those pretty moans." His words spur you on further, and you grind yourself on him as fast as you can. You're panting wildly, feeling wave after wave rolling into you. Eddie moves to bite down into your neck, which sends you falling over the edge.

"Oh, god!" You scream, your legs try to snap shut as stars fill your vision. Eddie holds you into his chest, keeping you upright as your orgasm rips through you. You keep gripping his shoulders, gasping for air as you ride out your high. You fall backwards after your body has calmed down. You just lay here like a starfish, trying to collect your thoughts. You're staring at the roof of the van, breathing heavily. Eddie lays down on his side next to you. His head is propped up with one hand, and the other slowly strokes your arm up and down.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, looking down at you with kind eyes.

"Good. Uh, great, actually." You say awkwardly, glancing at him briefly. "I've never done that before. Not…cum, I've done that plenty. I just mean, the whole...um, grinding on you thing. I didn't expect it to have such an effect on me." You can't help your cheeks burning. You feel silly, babbling words at Eddie like this.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me, you know that." You look at him again, seeing genuine affection in his eyes. You nod, turning your body to face his. You get as close to him as you can, and he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him again, but it's much softer now. Your heart melts, and you pull him even closer. He breaks away, speaking quietly. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please." You reply just as quietly. You're not sure why you're both being so quiet, but it feels right. This moment feels so intimate, and you never want it to end. You lay on your back again after removing your jacket. He takes his own off too, the climate inside the van is like a sauna.

"Take your shirt off for me, princess." You obey his command, tossing it away. Eddie's right hand immediately goes to massage one of your breasts over your bra, making you gasp. His eyes gaze over your body, almost in awe of how beautiful you look. After a moment of staring, he lifts your torso to reach behind you. He expertly unclasps your bra, pulling it off you with ease. His breath hitches when your tits are exposed for him, your nipples hardened from arousal. "You're so gorgeous, baby.'' You blush at his compliment, a small giggle escaping your lips. Eddie lowers his head to your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts. You moan, gripping his long locks again. He peppers wet kisses on every last inch of you, leaving no flesh untouched. From the curves of your tits, to your ribs underneath, his lips leave a scorching trail as he moves. Once he's satisfied with his work, he swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Eddie." You whimper as he worries his teeth on the sensitive bud. His hand gropes your other breast, squeezing it roughly. Once he's left you properly marked, Eddie repeats the same actions on the other side. You tug on his hair again, making him groan. You love hearing the effect you have on him, most guys are too shy to make noises. But Eddie isn't most guys, especially when he's around you. You tug again harder, and he moans even louder. He stops kissing your chest, looking at you. His eyes are dark, swirling with pure lust.

"You love playing with danger, don't you, princess?" He flashes you a devilish grin.

"Maybe." You smile back at him. "But I love the noises you make when I touch you even more. Guys don't really do that, but it's so fucking hot."

"Is that so?" He asks, you just nod at him. "I'll keep that in mind, darling." He sits up to remove his shirt, and you can't help gawking at his body. He's toned, but slender, and his tattoos look so good on him. You get on your knees to feel him up. You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. "You like what you see, love?" He asks quietly. You look into his eyes, feeling passion overtake you. You grab him by the shoulders, and push him over as you bring your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. He grunts as he falls, grabbing your waist to take you with him. You straddle him when he lands, grinding yourself onto his stiffening cock. He groans into your mouth, gripping your hips roughly. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You're so needy." Eddie chuckles as he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"You'll see, Eds. Just lay down and relax." You grin slyly at him. He cocks an eyebrow, unsure of what you mean. You proceed to lick a long stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. You look at him again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He just stares at you, wide-eyed. He's panting, awaiting your next move. You feel his dick growing even harder beneath you. You take that as a sign to keep going. You lean back down to his neck, biting down hard this time, then sucking the skin to make a dark bruise.

"Jesus, fuck." He moans out, spurring you on. You nibble his skin, trailing down his neck, to his chest, his stomach. Each move you take elicits whimpers and curses from Eddie's lips. Every sound is music to your ears, making you more and more wet whenever you hear one. You reach his belt, looking over your handiwork. Eddie's body is littered with teeth marks, and he's breathing heavily. You undo his belt, taking your time in order to tease him. Once it's open you unzip his jeans, pulling them down as Eddie kicks off his shoes. He's left in his boxers now, and a tent has formed in the thin fabric. You grip his waistband and yank his boxers down. His dick springs free, slapping his stomach before standing up straight.

You take his length in your hand, stroking him gently. He groans again, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "You're very sexy when you're desperate, baby." Eddie's completely fucked for you, silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You happily oblige him, taking every last inch of him at once. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, but you're persistent about keeping as much of him in as possible. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around him as you go. He's constantly letting out lewd noises, which only serve to fuel your fire.

"Keep going, babe. But can you put your pussy towards me?" He asks, barely getting the words out. You position yourself where he wants you, and he makes frantic work of taking off your shoes and remaining clothes. You moan on Eddie's cock as you feel him stroking your slick folds. "You're so wet, darling. Is this all for me?" He asks as he slips two fingers into your cunt.

All you can manage to reply with is a muffled 'mmhmm' as he starts curling his digits inside you. Each stroke of Eddie's fingers makes you see stars, causing you to moan on him again and again. This in turn makes him groan and pick up his pace while fingering you. You feel Eddie's balls tightening, he's getting close. You speed up, working him harder and faster, gagging on him repeatedly. He takes this as a challenge to give you another orgasm, so he takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. You scream on his length, feeling a fire beginning to build in your belly. His mouth licks and sucks on your clit mercilessly, pouring gasoline on the flames.

You're both driving each other mad as you compete to send the other over the edge. Moans fill the van as you near your highs, each lick and stroke pushing you further and further. Eddie's release comes first, and his mouth temporarily leaves your dripping cunt to moan your name as he cums down your throat. Once you've swallowed every drop, he sucks your clit into his mouth to make you topple over the edge. You scream his name as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through your body viciously, and you feel yourself cum onto Eddie's face. He holds you steady until your high subsides, licking up all your juices in the meantime.

You collapse onto him, practically gasping for air. You lay on your stomach for a moment, waiting for your vision to clear. Eddie strokes the backs of your legs affectionately. "You alive over there, Y/N?" He asks playfully.

"Yeah, just...wow. You're so fucking good at that." You sit up, back still facing him. His arms wrap around you from behind, his legs on either side of you. He kisses your shoulder, and your neck. His lips feel warm and soft against your skin, and you're already wanting more. You sigh as you cock your head to the side to give Eddie more access. He licks the length of your neck, stopping below your jaw. "Everything you do feels so good, Eddie." You sigh lustfully. You turn slightly to face him, looking at him from under your lashes. "Do you want to fuck me now?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, dollface. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You nod silently, doing as he says. He kneels behind you, gently pressing you downwards. He leaves you resting on your elbows with your ass in the air. He grips his cock, brushing it between your soaked folds, drawing low moans from both of you. He teases you like this for a moment, eager to have you beg him to fuck you. You're so turned on it almost hurts, you need him inside you now.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I need your dick inside me." You practically whine for him. He chuckles darkly at your pleading.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He says as he slams his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits your g spot perfectly.

"God, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He pants, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. You moan continuously, he hammers your sweet spot with each thrust. He smacks your ass, making you yell.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grip the scattered blankets beneath you for dear life, spots hinder your vision as you're fucked into next week. The sound of your vulgar noises and slapping skin is all you can hear, and it's like the most beautiful music in the world. You're loving every second of this, as is Eddie. But there's something else you crave from him. You don't just want Eddie to fuck you, you want him to do filthy things to you. "Babe, do you mind choking me while you fuck me?" You ask him as he continues to pound into your cunt.

He's taken aback by your request. Not because he's not into it, he definitely is. He's just surprised you want him to do that to you. But he finds your desires to be ridiculously sexy, and who is he to deny you? "Of course, darling. Anything you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice as his ringed hand comes forward, pulling you up by the shoulder. He lays on your back slightly so he can reach your throat. You feel the cool metal that adorns his fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. You choke out a moan as the pressure makes your head lighten. He loosens his grip for a moment as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Eddie. Keep going. Fuck me, choke me, make me cum, please." You keep moaning and begging for Eddie to have his way with you, and he can't help but give you anything you ask for.

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. I fuckin’ love it." His grip on your throat tightens again, and he snaps his hips even harder into you. You're both slicked in sweat, struggling to keep your positions. You're nearing the end again, and you can already tell it's going to be the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Your skin is on fire, your insides like burning coals. Every feeling is amplified, concentrated in your pussy. Every time Eddie's cock enters you, it's like fireworks being set off.

Every curse and dirty request you let out makes Eddie's dick twitch. He can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are like this. He's genuinely in love with you, and his heart pounds in his chest as he races to the finish line. His free hand slithers down between your legs to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You gasp loudly, and his ringed hand tightens around your throat. He uses his arm to hold you in place, rubbing and fucking and choking you simultaneously. Eddie mentally congratulates himself on pulling off such a feat, but maintains focus on making you cum. "I'm so close, babe. Keep going, just like that." You say once his grip loosens again.

"I'm almost there too, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me." He pinches your clit between his fingers, sending you toppling over the edge.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You scream so loud, and you feel your pussy clamp onto Eddie's dick. He groans, feeling his own high take over. He continues to hold you as your legs tremble violently, and juices spurt out of you onto the blankets.

"Jesus, Y/N!" He moans as your walls clench him. He feels your cum rush over his cock, spilling out of you. It feels unbelievable, he's never experienced anything like it. His load empties into you, mixing with your release as his hips buck compulsively a few times. Once Eddie regains composure, he pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and your combined arousal slowly drips out of you. Eddie stares at the sight for a moment, before wiping it up with his finger. You moan at the overstimulation, and lay on your stomach as you cool down. Eddie lays beside you, trying to get your attention. You turn to him, seeing the gathered cum still on his finger. He brings it to your lips, and you immediately take it in your mouth. You suck it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. "Shit, could you be any hotter, Y/N?"

You just shrug and lean over to kiss him. He melts into you, caressing your cheek. The kiss feels different this time. It's slow and tender, full of love. You eventually break away, and you both lay down again. You place your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. Your leg lays over Eddie’s as you try to be as close to him as possible. Your hand strokes his chest while he plays with your hair. "I love you, Eddie. I'm so glad I met you." You say, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Y/N. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like this before." He replies at the same volume. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you even more. You can't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You're so content like this. Your heart swells as Eddie's words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. He loves you, and you love him. Nothing could ruin this moment. The world could end and you wouldn't care, as long as you get to stay like this with Eddie.

The entire walk over here has been a special kind of torture. Knowing you aren't wearing anything but lingerie under your coat, that your brassiere is tucked away in your pocket, that he's already spilled his sticky release inside of you once, which is now surely dripping down your inner thighs. It certainly didn't help that you kept saying all manner of filthy things in his ear. It's a wonder he didn't have a massive erection for all passerby to see during this small, yet, challenging journey.

"Do you? With the way you were talking to me on the way over, I could just take you right here," Egon says darkly, nuzzling his face against your throat to suck a dark bruise onto your flesh. You absolutely love to rile him up like this, it brings out a hunger in him that takes all night to satiate.

"I don't think Mrs. Arden would appreciate that," you giggle, stifling a loud moan as he marks up your skin. Mrs. Arden happens to be quite the busybody in your building, always prodding around into everybody's business and reporting any 'suspicious' behavior she sees from her doorstep. Hell, she's most likely watching you both through her peephole across the hall right now.

"I wouldn't exactly be doing it for her benefit, now would I?" Egon asks with an amused chuckle, biting down on you a bit harder this time. He knows you're keeping your noises in, and that just won't do at all.

"Ah!" You cry out at the sting of his teeth, digging your nails into the back of his coat. "Fuck, Egon," you mutter through a laugh. "If you let me get the damn door open, I'll make all the noise you want once we're inside."

"Alright," he replies breathlessly as he pulls away, allowing you to turn around and unlock the door. He ushers you inside the second it opens, slamming it shut behind him and pinning you against the wall. Your purse and keys fall from your hands and clatter to the floor, your eyes gazing up into Egon's with surprise. You haven't even turned on any lights yet, leaving the two of you drenched in moonlight from the massive windows down your short hallway.

"I've really created a monster tonight, huh?" You tease, immensely turned on by the dark look in his pupils. His breath fans down at you, hot and heavy as he contemplates what to do to you first. His imagination runs wild with profane ideas, alongside the provocative suggestions you made on the way home.

"You could say that," he grins, leaning in to kiss you deeply. His lips meet yours, his tongue prodding out a moment after. You don't hesitate to let him in, to let him dominate your mouth with his own. You melt against him, helpless in his hold as he keeps your hands above your head. His free hand hastily unties your coat, the ends falling open easily. Your bare breasts meet his chest, the fabric of his own thick coat rubbing against your nipples, raising them into stiff buds.

"Egon," you moan as he takes your tit in his hand, massaging roughly. He peers down at you, eating up the needy whimpers you let out for him at this simple touch. Your vulgar words earlier have driven you just as insane as they did him. He can read it all over your face, how desperate you are.

"What would you like me to do first, darling?" Egon asks, dragging his hungry eyes along your form. "Shall I keep giving your breasts my attention?" He suggests, letting your hands go so he can take both swells of your chest in his grasp to emphasize his words. "Or should I venture somewhere lower, hm? Perhaps taste you with my tongue, lap at you like a dog until you're screaming my name?" He keeps going, all of his questions turning you on further.

"Or I could...how did you put it? 'Take you from behind, fuck you hard and fast, and spank you like the bad girl you are'?" He says, quoting you directly this time. Never in your life did you think Egon would ever repeat such a pornographic phrase, especially not in such a confident, bold manner. It seems your seduction in the firehouse earlier has turned a new leaf for him.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter. The way the words sound coming from him makes your cunt throb. All you can manage to do now is gape at him, your capacity for rational thought has gone out the window.

"Oh, come now," Egon tuts, smirking. "You had plenty to say just a few minutes ago. Surely with that vast, vulgar vocabulary of yours, you can manage some kind of response," he says teasingly, taking a page out of your own playbook.

"I know, I-I'm just-" you stammer.

"Caught off guard?" Egon finishes your sentence for you. "I should hope so, it was my intention." You truly have no idea how he's managed to completely flip the script on you tonight. Even with your usual teasing and filthy mouth, he's never gone this long playing the game with you. Egon can typically give a dirty (well, as dirty as someone so reserved like Egon can pull off) response or two back in your direction, but this is an entirely new side of him. And you've never found him more attractive than you do right now.

"Would it help if I chose for you? You seem to enjoy anything I do to please you. I certainly recall you begging for it on many occasions," Egon says, leaving you one small step away from melting into a puddle on the floor. At this point, you're his entirely, to use as he desires.

"Please," you beg, nodding your head and gazing into his eyes desperately. Your heart races in anticipation, your blood boiling in your veins with urgency. You need him now, to touch you, to fuck you, something.

"Very well," Egon says, capturing your lips with his once again. He presses you further into the wall, his erection poking into your stomach. He's surprised at himself, his head spinning with lust at his own actions. Even as a man of science, he can't explain it. You've flipped some deep-seated switch inside of him, unleashing a perverse version of himself, a carnal animal that craves every inch of you more than his next breath.

Egon continues to kiss you, devouring your mouth with his. He strips off his coat, as he's growing rather hot. It falls to a pile on the floor, and he pulls at your own coat to gain better access to your body. You clumsily help him take it off, still enamored by his lips and tongue. Grunts and moans leave you both, heavy breaths flooding the small space you share between starving kisses. Egon's large hands grab hold of your breasts again, squeezing them in tandem. It doesn't take long for his mouth to travel downwards, searing a path that brings him to his knees. He nips and sucks at your chest, placing his grip firmly on your waist to hold you still.

"Egon," you moan for him, your hands fidgeting at your sides. Everything he's doing feels so good, causing desire to pool in your belly. You watch him in the light in the moon, how the dim glow bounces off of his dark curls, and glints against the lenses of his glasses. Egon's tongue swirls around your left nipple, before he gently takes the bud between his teeth. "Fuck."

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, darling?" Egon asks with a groan, stopping for a moment to peer up at you. The look in his eyes makes you gasp, such ravenousness and devotion swirling together in those beautiful brown irises. In these few months that you have been together, you have become his everything. His world. His weakness. Egon wouldn't wish for anything else, except to show you the evidence of it every single day, for as long as he lives.

"Yes, Egon. I do," you say softly in understanding. You're right there with him in every respect, bound to him in mind, body, and soul. You reach down to cup his cheek, his eyes closing at the contact for a moment. You both stay still, taking everything in for this split second. When it has passed, Egon takes hold of your hand, pressing warm kisses to your palm and fingers. He lets you go shortly after, moving further down your body, his lips meeting your stomach.

You observe him with loving eyes as he grows closer to your pussy, though he initially bypasses it to kiss your thighs first. Egon's teeth come into play again, biting at your skin, inching nearer to your cum-soaked panties. He can smell your release and his own mixed within the fabric, which makes his already aching cock twitch. He finally reaches the innermost part of your thigh, licking a sticky, salty spot from the tender flesh. He groans at the taste, swallowing thickly.

"Tell me this is what you want," Egon murmurs as he presses one final kiss to your mound, waiting for permission to go any further.

"I want this, Egon. Please, use your mouth on me," you whine, wishing you sounded slightly less pathetic. Pleased with your answer, he brings his mouth to your clothed pussy, licking and sucking at you through the soiled fabric. "Oh, god," you moan at the warm friction, tangling your fingers in his hair. Egon swipes his tongue over your underwear in thoughtless motions, trying to get every last drop of cum out of them. Your moans spur him on, driving him to fully suck the lace into his mouth, wringing out all the musky juices trapped inside. He groans against you, swallowing up all he can until none is left.

Having no use for them now, Egon works at taking your panties off, while still flicking his tongue between your legs. Without pulling away, his deft fingers undo your garters, allowing him to slip your underwear down your thighs. He discards them, eager to have full access to you now. He dives in with no hesitation, making harsh circles on your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry out at the full contact of Egon's hot, wet mouth. He may not be the master of dirty talk, but he certainly knows how to give fantastic head. You were surprised at how quickly and easily he brought you to orgasm the first time he went down on you, every other man you've been with has been far less successful. But Egon knows how to listen, to your moans, your gasping breaths, any directions you give. He takes it all as pertinent data and proceeds in accordance with what he learns. This skill of his has made him very successful with the women he's been with over the years.

Finding the need to get even deeper between your legs, Egon lifts your right thigh, slinging it over his shoulder. He presses himself further into you, swiping his tongue through your folds in fervent strokes. The taste of you and him mixed together returns to his tongue, driving him to search for more. His tongue finds its way at your entrance, from which his release still oozes. Egon thrusts himself inside your throbbing hole, thoroughly cleaning you up as well as building your pleasure.

"Oh, Egon," you moan as he fucks you with his tongue, prodding at your g-spot repeatedly. Your hands tighten within his hair, keeping his face firmly planted against your cunt. Surely he's getting your arousal smeared all over mouth, nose, even his glasses, though he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the mess you make drives him absolutely wild. It tells him how good he's making you feel, how much you're enjoying yourself. That's all that truly matters to him, any amount of mess can be cleaned up later.

"I'm getting close, darling, don't stop," you whimper helplessly as Egon devours you. It hasn't taken long at all, the fire roaring in your belly grows higher and higher with every thrust of his tongue and suckle of his lips. He's like a man starved, and the only thing that can sate him is you. You can hear the most pornographic noises coming from between your legs, needy groans and wet squelching. His mouth works furiously on you, feeling so damn good it almost hurts.

You can't help remembering all the filthy things you said to him on the way over, how his ears heated up more with every line of obscenity, the numerous times he cleared his throat (a reflex he uses quite often to avoid getting noticeably hard when you're around, especially in public), or loosened up his tie. Little did you know that by flustering him so badly, you were shoving him over the edge of self-control. Hence the feral beast currently kneeling before you in the entryway of your apartment, a creature doing his absolute damndest to get you off.

"Mm," Egon grunts as your hands give his hair a rough tug, a sign that you're about to come. His arms stay firmly wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as you start to squirm. You're dangling over the precipice by a thin piece of string, and all it takes is a perfectly timed thrust of his tongue and press of his lips to cut you down.

"Egon!" You cry out as you fall into the pit of euphoria, throwing your head back, thighs clamping around Egon as they tremble. Sticky juices spill from you liberally, wetting his face and flowing down his throat. Your hips buck against him erratically, keeping him close as you ride out your orgasm. Egon keeps moving with you, wanting to savor every morsel of you that he can until you're spent. You eventually go still, slumping against the wall.

You're panting heavily, your eyes falling closed. Egon pulls away from your pussy, licking his lips hungrily. He sets your leg back down, standing upright to get a good look at you. Though you're both still cloaked in moonlight mixed with the dark interior of your apartment, he can make out the glistening perspiration on your skin, the ambrosial stench your pleasure leaves lingering in the air. And it nearly drives him to irreversible madness.

Before you can even fully register what's happening, Egon's lips are on yours again. You come around to his advance rather quickly though, meeting his tongue in the middle with your own. You can taste yourself in his saliva, which makes your mouth water. Egon suddenly lifts you up into his arms, prompting your legs to wrap around his waist. He carries you both toward the bedroom, shoving the door open and plunging you both onto the bed without breaking away from your lips even once.

"I need you now, darling," Egon huffs as he kneels over you, reaching for his belt to get it open. "Turn over," he orders, a desperate look in his eyes.

"Let me help you first," you reply, taking over the task of getting his belt open, as his own hands have been clumsily struggling with it. You do so with ease, unzipping his fly and pulling out his leaking cock.

"Fuck," he almost whimpers as you stroke him in your hand. He's been unbearably turned on from the moment you both left the firehouse. He can't take it anymore. Egon swats your hand away, turning you onto your stomach.

"Need me that bad, huh?" You ask with an amused giggle. His sudden roughness arouses you, leaving you eager to see what he does next.

"You have no fucking idea," Egon replies, his voice shaking. He pulls you up onto your knees, gazing down at your glistening cunt. So wet, warm, and waiting for him to come inside. He takes hold of his dick, bringing it to your entrance. Your breath catches in anticipation as he prods at you. With no more hesitation, Egon shoves every inch into you.

An obscenely loud moan is shared between you, clashing tones high and low ringing in the still air. Egon grabs hold of your hips and immediately starts thrusting, hard and fast, just like you wanted. After all your teasing, all your tempting, it's what he wants, too. More than he wants the sun to rise tomorrow.

"Oh, god!" You gasp, surprised at how rapidly and proficiently Egon hits your g-spot from this angle. Your hands ball the sheets in the grip to hang on tight, letting him use you any way he wants to.

You've longed for this, for him to truly take you and tear you apart from the inside out. You always knew he was capable of it, but his usual methods are on the gentler side. You don't mind this, of course, Egon is a wonderful lover no matter what. And he's done many things already to fulfill your (and his own) desires. But the untamed, animal side of him has largely been a mystery to you. Until now.

"Is this what you wanted?" Egon asks, his chest heaving as he rams himself into you over and over. He can feel you growing wetter with every stroke, slick noises joining the thick slapping of skin on skin. He gazes down at you, the already cock-drunk expression on your face, how tightly your hands grip the bedspread. Gorgeous, breathy moans leave your pretty lips as he fucks you, but no answer to his question is forthcoming. And he won't stand for that.

*Smack*

"Fuck!" You yelp as Egon's hand suddenly left your hip and swiftly came crashing down on your left ass cheek. A harsh sting spreads over your flesh, melting into a pleasurable buzz.

"Answer me," Egon commands, still thrusting with all his might. The deep red mark forming on your delicate flesh sends a thrill through him, hoping you'll let him spank you again.

"Yes, Doctor...this is what I wanted. Please, don't stop," you answer him, swallowing hard as you nod.

"Shall I spank you again?" He asks, his right hand itching to get a turn.

"Yes! I want it so bad, Egon," you whine, biting your lip as you wait to feel the sting of his calloused palm once again.

"Very well," he chuckles. You're a completely simpering mess for him, he can see that now. It makes him wonder how much harder you would beg if he denied you, what pathetic words would spill from your lips, what wanton promises you would make to him. Given how new this evening's current activities are for you both, he decides to table these contemplations until next time.

*Smack*

"Oh!" You gasp, marveling at how wonderful it feels to have the pleasure and the pain mixed together. It dizzies your head, leaving you wanting more of both.

"Would you like another?" Egon asks, surely you can take a little more. He's seen your endurance exceed his own on many occasions, this ought to be no different. Not to mention, it would bring him great pleasure to see the initial handprints he's left on you darken a shade or two.

"Yes," you nod weakly, turning your head back to look at him. He's in no better shape than you are in terms of composure. He's completely sweating through his clothes, all of which are still on, his hair disheveled, his glasses askew and coated in your juices. "Please," you add as you meet his lust-dunk eyes.

Egon doesn't say anything else, simply bringing his left hand back, before smacking it down hard on your ass. He uses a little more force this time, a grin spreading on his lips at the mewl you let out in response, and the way your pussy clenches around him at the sting. He evens out the other side shortly after, making you shudder as you cry out again. All while holding your stare captive.

"One more time?" He finally asks, thinking three times ought to be enough. For a first attempt, anyway. He'd hate to leave you too bruised, after all. The last thing he wants is to cause you more pain than you asked for.

"Y-Yes, yes. Feels so good...hurts so good," you pant, your words barely strung together. What you haven't been able to verbalize to him, is that the pain he supplies you with mellows into a nearly vibrating pleasure that radiates and travels all the way to your cunt, amplifying every slam of his cock inside of you. You'll make sure to tell him later on, he's always interested to know what his various touches do to you. It leads him to use said touches even better the next time. Ever the student, Egon Spengler is.

"I'm sure it does, darling. You know I always aim to please you," Egon says, adoration cutting through his amusement. He can't help it, even though he's fucking you senseless, and spanking you with moderate strength, his only real mission is to express how much he loves you. He gives you a warm smile, raising his left hand one final time.

*Smack*

"Fuck- yes," you nearly choke on the words, the sting even harsher than before, blazing a trail right between your legs. You're nearing your end once again, surely Egon's final blow will get you right to the edge.

"Shit," Egon groans as your insides squeeze him tighter, nearly making him lose control altogether. But he's not through with you yet. He swallows hard, keeping himself from coming just yet, continuing to thrust into you with every ounce of strength. He lays himself over you for a moment, his sweat-soaked shirt meeting your own slicked-over back. He leans to speak in your ear, encouraging you to hold out a little bit longer for him.

"Just one more, darling. You're doing so well for me," Egon says softly, though his breathing is still heavy and labored. He presses a tender kiss to your sticky neck, making your heart melt into a puddle of goo inside your chest. Even through all of this intensity, he still manages to be the sweetest man in the world.

"Yes...want it...please," you beg as best you can, nodding frantically.

"Good," Egon affirms, putting himself upright. It takes a second, as his pace has not yet faltered. He exhales harshly, raising his right hand to you to bring this new game to an end.

*Smack*

"Egon," you sob as the pain sends you throbbing around him, though still not quite achieving orgasm. You're unbearably close, clutching the covers so tight you could nearly bleed your palms.

"God, I'm so close," Egon murmurs, struggling to contain himself. His stomach threatens to tense on him, his body temperature ever-growing as his high begs to take hold. You're pulsating around him erratically, in a way you never have before without climaxing. He's a bit worried the prolonged sensation of it, as well as holding himself back, will cause his entire being to explode.

"I'm right there, Egon...don't stop, make me come. Fill me up, make me yours!" You're babbling again, begging and pleading for him to bring you over the edge like no other man know how. Tears well up in our eyes, threatening to spill over as your body yearns for release.

"Please, please..." you repeat that same word over and over, losing the meaning of it somewhere along the way. But you finally feel it, the unmistakable sensation that washes over just before you come.

Egon watches on wordlessly as you unravel before him, rambling on about how badly you want him to thrust you into sweet surrender, your eyes screwed shut as you concentrate on the feeling inside you, your knuckles turned white as you cling to the sheets. The fleeting thought passes over his mind, that he wishes he had a camera to capture the untamed beauty before him.

"Gonna-" you gasp, words catching in your throat. "Gonna come, gonna come, fuckfuckfuck-" A sound that's part moan and part scream leaves your lungs as you get your long-awaited orgasm. Your entire body trembles, your hands twisting the sheets even harder as you try to hang on. The ecstasy coursing through you is like no other you've experienced before, consuming you in blinding blue-white flame. Those built up tears roll down your cheeks in hot streaks, in total relief and awe.

"Fuck, darling," Egon groans as your pussy strangles his cock, sending his hips bucking against you outside of his control. His climax rolls over him, similar in intensity to your own. His toes curl inside his shoes, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you squeeze every last drop of his cum from him. He pants and grunts like a wild animal, savoring every final thrust as he fills you up.

It takes a while for Egon to finally come to a stop, getting lost in how powerful his orgasm was. When he does slow slow down, he pulls out of your spent cunt and collapses beside you on the bed. Your own body slumps forward, blissfully exhausted. Out of habit, Egon turns onto his side, pulling you into his embrace. He peppers your sweaty neck with kisses, slow and gentle, not intending to light any more fires tonight.

"I love you so much," Egon whispers in the dark, prompting you use all your leftover strength to roll over and face him.

"I love you too, Egon," you reply sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. There's no desire in either of you to ask if the other enjoyed tonight's activities. The evidence is quite clear on your skin and in your heads as it stands. All you have the energy to do now is get cleaned up, and crawl into bed. 'Copulation Contemplation', as you've loving coined your lengthy discussions with Egon about your sexual romps, can wait until tomorrow.

You've been seeing each other for a while, you used to be one of his research assistants. You kept things professional while you worked under him, and waited until you'd earned your credit hours to ask him out. He was flattered, to say the least. He's had many a young woman hit on him in his line of work, both as a Ghostbuster and a scientist. Most times he'd turn them down, or have a one-night stand if he was really desperate for affection. But sleeping with women who admired him the way they would Tom Cruise, or someone similar, usually lead to high expectations and broken dreams.

But you? You were different. Egon could tell from the jump that you liked him, though you tried your best to hide it. You cared about the work, not wanting your attraction to him to get in the way. He admired that about you, even though he would have been plenty receptive to any advances you made. You weren't like the other college kids he employed the help of. You didn't ask stupid questions, you kept up with his pace, you didn't question his methods unless it was truly necessary. You were perfect.

When it comes to attraction for Egon, brains come first and looks come second. And man, oh man, do you have a level of intelligence that gets his motor running. Before he could even begin to consider your looks, he fell in love with your mind. You had a habit of staying behind after the others had left, asking to see what other projects he was working on, or about any scientific journals he recommended. He was more than willing to show you his side projects, namely his mold, spore, and fungus collection. The journals he'd tell you about were usually ones you'd already read, which lead to lengthy conversations picking them to pieces, or speaking enthusiastically about what both of you found most fascinating.

Only after the two of you spent an entire evening discussing at length about psycho-reactive substances, did Egon start to look at your physical attributes as well as your mental ones. And what he saw was very pleasing to the eyes. Everything about you is beautiful to him. From your soft, luscious hair, to your pretty face that lights up every time you see him, to your gorgeous body which makes all others he's seen pale in comparison.

A body which now stands before him, your most intimate parts covered in delicate, luxurious red lace. A dark red that compliments your skin tone exquisitely, stitched in the form of a matching bra and panties. Garters and black fishnets lead down your gorgeous legs and into a pair of red high heels. His favorite. Egon can't quite pinpoint what it is, but there's something about railing you with your shoes still on that drives him crazy.

"You heard me the first time, Spengler," you tease, stepping further into his space. He's currently sat at his computer, as he was busy typing away his supernatural findings from the last bust he went on. You turn his rotating chair to make him fully face you and reach for the end of his tie. Egon swallows hard, utterly speechless as you pull him in closer. His face grows nearer to yours agonizingly slow, and you stop just before his lips can brush against your own. You lean over to speak into his ear.

"Don't tell me you'd rather sit at your computer all night, instead of fucking your girlfriend six ways from Sunday," you say, nipping his earlobe afterwards. Your tone sultry is and low, almost pouty. This particular voice of yours never fails to send the hairs on Egon's neck prickling upwards in excitement.

"O-Of course not!" Egon scoffs nervously as you pull back to meet his eyes again. He clears his throat at the pure lust pooling in your pupils, which nearly swallows your irises into murky depths. "I'm just a bit caught off guard," he says, which isn't a lie. It's not exactly like you to initiate sex at his place of work. Of course, there has been little opportunity to do so. The other Ghostbusters are always hanging around in some way of another, though none of them live in the firehouse full time the way Egon does. That's not to say what you're attempting right now doesn't intrigue him, quite the opposite. It's new, and risky.

"That's kinda the point," you smirk, climbing onto Egon's lap. Your smile grows as you can already feel him getting hard underneath you. "Does it excite you, Egon? To know we could get caught?" You ask, riding the line between teasing and earnestness.

"Yes," he answers simply, a small groan leaving him as you roll your hips once. His large hands raise to meet your waist, resting comfortably on your supple flesh. He gazes adoringly into your eyes, awaiting your next move.

"What would you like me to do to you first, Doctor?" You say playfully. Egon loves it when you call him that in bed. It was you who started it, but he certainly worked hard enough for the title, so he had no objections. You'd tried once to call him the shortened version, 'Doc'. but all that did was remind you both of a certain cartoon rabbit, which was more than a turn-off.

Egon scrunches his face, as if you should already know where to begin. He isn't the most assertive when it comes to intimacy. He has extensive knowledge of how to please a woman, and he's gained a decent amount of experience over the years. But no one else has been so domineering and forward with him, not like you. You know what you want, and how to say it. And try as Egon might to keep up with you, sometimes the words can't help but escape him.

"Come on, you've got an extensive vocabulary. I'm sure you can think of something to say," you prod, leaning in close again, putting your arms around his shoulders. He catches a whiff of your perfume, which only clouds his head even more. He wants you, needs you, in every way you'll give yourself to him. It's difficult to focus on just one thing.

"Kiss me," Egon finally replies.

"That's better," you nod, closing the gap between you to bring your lips to his. You feel him melt against you instantly, letting you guide him. Your hands travel up to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his dark, styled curls. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm over Egon's lap, your rapidly soaking cunt rubbing against his stiff erection. He moans into the kiss, the sound pushing you to go further. You grind yourself down on him harder, moaning at the pressure on your clit.

"Darling, slow down," Egon says softly as he pulls away. He smiles warmly at you, cupping your cheek. "We've got all the time we need. The others will be gone until the morning," he says.

"I know," you sigh, ceasing your grinding for a moment. You give him a brief kiss before speaking again. "I'm sorry. I've just missed you all day, and I couldn't stop thinking about you," you lean in to kiss his cheek this time. "I had to beg my boss to let me off early, so I could see you," your voice grows whiny and breathless as you continue, pressing your lips to his neck. "All I could focus on was this," you nip on his throat, making his cock twitch.

You're getting riled up again, but you just can't seem to help it. All day at work, every little thing reminded you of Egon. And that led to you having endless fantasies about him, what you wanted to do to him, and him to you. You pictured his head between your legs, lapping at you until you scream his name. You imagined him grinding his cock into you helplessly for hours, until you're both soaked with sweat and growing tired, because he just can't get enough of being inside you. You replayed the look of pure ecstasy he makes when he comes, the feeling of him filling you to the brim with his sticky release countless times.

You continue kissing his neck, eating up the soft moans and whimpers he lets out at your touch. Egon isn't overly loud during sex, but he's not afraid to make any noise. Especially not when he knows how much these sounds arouse you. His hands travel up your sides, making goosebumps raise along your skin as his touch is unbearably light. He reaches behind your back, undoing the clasps of your bra. The straps go slack on your shoulders, and you slip the garment off. You pull away from suckling on Egon's throat, letting him have a good look at your bare chest.

"I'll never get over how beautiful you are," Egon says lovingly, bringing his hands back around to gently cup your breasts. "Or how fortunate I am to be with you," he squeezes your flesh in his palms.

"Egon," you moan, letting your head fall forward as he gropes you. His fingers tenderly roll your hardened nipples, dialing up your pleasure. Desire pools inside your stomach, growing deeper and warmer by the second.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Egon asks, as if he can't see the clear evidence before him. Your eyes are blissfully closed, your mouth sitting open as you moan and whine for him. Your back is arched slightly to keep your tits within his hold, though he has no intention of going anywhere.

"Yes, you feel so good," you answer, forcing your eyes open to look at him. His expression is soft, serene. He's unbelievably happy to be here in this moment with you, a sentiment you share.

Satisfied with your answer, Egon leans forward to press his lips to your breasts. Your noises grow louder at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth searing a path along your skin. He takes one of your nipples between his lips, sucking firmly. Your hips begin to grind again out of impulse, searching for friction. He doesn't slow you down this time, becoming rather needy himself. Every move you make, every sound you let out, everything you do leaves him absolutely dizzy with lust.

The two of you continue like this for what feels like hours, with your hands tangled in Egon's hair, his face buried in your chest. Heavy breaths and simpering moans fill the otherwise silent laboratory, the temperature of the room rising every time you grind into him. A damp spot has formed on his slacks at this point, your arousal soaking through your panties and making a mess. Egon's dick throbs with ache inside his pants, and each roll of your hips makes him gradually more desperate.

"Egon, please. I want you inside me," you whine, reaching between your bodies to find his belt. Your hands fumble with it, the hardware jingling as you manage to get it open.

"So do I," Egon agrees, pulling away from your chest to catch his breath. He could damn near suffocate himself in your breasts if he isn't careful, though he wouldn't mind meeting his demise in such a way. You lift yourself up slightly to access his zipper, and he takes this opportunity to explore between your legs. His long, thin fingers make contact with your clothed pussy, earning a lilting moan from your pretty lips.

"You're making quite a mess," he comments with a grin, gliding over the soaked lace.

"Only for you, darling," you say sweetly, unzipping his pants to gain access to what's inside. You can see the outline of him in the dark fabric, long and tempting. You pull Egon's cock free from the confines of his slacks and boxers, his tip red and dripping with precum. You swipe your thumb over his slit, bringing it up to your lips to lick it clean.

"Fuck," he groans at the sight, pressing harder on your cunt in response. His eyes stay locked on yours as you stroke him in your hand, warming him up. He pulls your panties to the side, needing to fully feel you. His fingertips finally slip through your slick folds, causing your back to arch. He rubs slow, purposeful circles on your clit, devouring the pathetic noises you make from the stimulation. It's probably one of his favorite things to explore your most sensitive areas, with his hands, or his mouth, or his cock. And you let him, eager to have him touch you any way he likes. He's certainly adept at it, never failing to set your insides on fire and leave you a satisfied mess by the time he's through with you.

"Ready?" You ask him, seconds away from outright begging. He's made you wait long enough, you need him inside you now.

"Yes," Egon nods, pulling his hand away from you. You whine at the loss, though you quickly get over it as you bring his dick to your entrance. His hands return to your waist, your free hand resting on his shoulder to keep yourself steady. The two of your pant in anticipation, so very close to what you crave.

You slowly sink down onto him, accepting his thick length inside your cunt. "Oh, god," you gasp as he fills you completely. No matter how many times you've done this before, you're always surprised by how well Egon fits inside you, how his dick reaches every pleasurable spot possible.

Egon's hands tense around your hips when your walls clench to adjust to his size, his breath hitching. You're unbelievably warm and wet inside, surrounding him completely. If he wasn't sweating profusely before, he certainly is now. He starts to remove his lab coat to cool down, when you stop him.

"Keep it on. You're so sexy in it," you say while biting your lip.

"Really?" He questions curiously, raising an eyebrow. This is the first time hearing such a thing, especially from you.

"Uh-huh," you say mischievously, nodding. "I don't know what it is, exactly. It just...suits you," you observe in admiration, running your fingers over the lapels of his coat.

"I would hope so. I am a scientist," Egon comments, missing what you're truly trying to say. He's like that sometimes, taking things too literally.

"It's more than that, I think. You're at your most confident when you wear this coat. It makes you comfortable, because science is your safe place," you explain with a smile. "And confidence is very sexy."

"I see. I suppose I've never thought about it that way before," Egon chuckles, amused by your assessment.

"I know," you giggle, shaking your head at his response. You decide to move things along, carefully lifting yourself up before landing in Egon's lap. A shared moan escapes you both, conversation falling to the wayside for a moment while you set a steady pace. You bounce on Egon's cock leisurely, rolling your hips as you do so. Your lips find his, meeting in a feverish kiss. It becomes all teeth and tongues rather quickly, though neither of you mind whatsoever. All you want is to stay close, be connected to one another.

You pick up a bit of speed, moaning down Egon's throat as his tip hits our g-spot again and again. His hands drift down your back, landing on your ass. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks in his grasp, guiding you as you ride him. This only spurs you on to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge. You can't keep kissing him very easily with your newfound pace, breaking away and instead gazing deep into his eyes. His glasses have gone crooked, his hair becoming an unkempt mess. He looks absolutely wild, grunting and groaning beneath you.

"Have I ever told you how badly I wanted you when I first saw you?" You ask breathlessly.

"No, but it was quite obvious," Egon replies plainly, which earns a brief glare from you. "You weren't exactly subtle. You blushed every other time I looked at you, even after months of working under me," he teases, though his statement is far from untrue.

"I don't know if you realize it or not, but I was trying to talk dirty to you just now," you explain, rolling your eyes.

"I'm sorry," Egon apologizes, realizing he's missed the hint once again. "Continue," he adds, suddenly very interested in what you were planning to say.

"As I was saying, I wanted you so badly..." You trail off, dragging it out now that he's annoyed you. Egon watches you expectantly, needing to hear where this goes. "I was constantly thinking about how much I wanted you to bend me over your desk and fuck me, while wearing nothing but this coat," you say in a sultry tone, speeding up once more.

"You could have asked me to. I would have done anything you wanted," Egon admits through a groan, enamored by your filthy words. It's not as if your attraction or desire for him have ever been a real secret, especially now that you're together. But to hear it from your lips that you wanted him this entire time, it's intoxicating.

"I'm sure you would have, darling," you reply, finding his confession unbearably sweet. "Would've been hard to keep it secret, though."

"Isn't that part of the thrill?" Egon asks, a dark look in his eyes. He's very excited by the idea of sneaking around with you back then, having to tiptoe out of your dorm room in the middle of the night, or you covertly slipping out of his office. Secret dates you could have gone on, a town over so no one would recognize you together. Maybe even weekends away in some shitty hotel, spending every second entangled in one another. His head spins with the possibilities, the missed opportunities. It almost makes him sad, but mainly he's massively turned on.

"You're really into that, aren't you?" You ask, intrigued that you appear to have unlocked some secret desire in him. Perhaps a kink you can exploit to your benefit.

"Yes. Very much so," Egon nods, surprised at himself. It appears with your new initiation tactic he has become a bit more open with you. This may call for further experimentation, namely of his own sexual limits. You've made it clear that you're up for just about anything, surely you'll be able to assist him.

"It's nice to learn new things about you, Egon," you say sweetly as your pleasure builds. You're getting very close now, pushing yourself to ride him even faster. "Oh, god, fuck," you moan loudly as you ram your sweet-spot into his cock over and over. It won't be long now until you're screaming his name.

"It's nice to share them with you, darling," Egon pants, holding onto your ass more firmly to help maintain your momentum. He can tell by how roughly you're bouncing, how loud your moans are getting, that you're nearing release. "Keep going. I'm getting close, too," he says as his stomach threatens to tense.

You do as he says, giving him everything you have to make you both come. Your thighs start to burn from the effort, the flesh of them sticking to his slacks from all your sweat. You carry on regardless, clinging to Egon for dear life. His fingers dig into your skin, trying so hard to hang on despite the intense heat between you both. The room is filled with helpless moans and grunts, the wet sounds of you repeatedly piercing yourself on his dick accompanying them.

"Egon...oh god, I'm gonna come," you murmur, the waves of bliss threatening to overtake you. You lean forward to fully embrace him, keeping his chest pressed close to yours. You bury your face in his neck, still riding him with all your might, until your orgasm finally hits you. "Fuck!" You cry out, muffled against his sweat-soaked flesh. Ecstasy rolls over your entire being, lighting up all your nerve-endings. Your thighs shake erratically, your nails digging into Egon's shoulders as you ride this out. Your walls clamp around his length, pulling him into the rapture along with you.

"I- fuck, I'm going to come," Egon grunts as his own high hits him like a ton of bricks. Your cunt squeezing him so tight makes his vast mind melt inside his skull, driving him to thrust up into you, spilling sticky ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy. His stuttering hips prolong your own pleasure, and you mewl against his neck.

A few more moans and heavy breaths leave you both as you slowly come to a stop. You sit in sweating silence for a couple of minutes, letting your hearts and lungs slow down to their normal pace. You sit upright, meeting each other's eyes. Content smiles rest on your lips, an intense affection for one another blossoming within your chests. There is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, until you hear the ECTO-1 making its way into the garage of the firehouse.

"Oh, shit," you gasp, quickly removing yourself from Egon's lap. You've left quite a mess on him, a mix of sweat and your arousal leaving a dark, very noticeable stain on the fabric. His own release is rapidly soaking into the cloth as well, leaving him unable to hide what you've just gotten up to.

"I'll go change. You put your coat back on," Egon instructs, abruptly leaving the room to change his pants. He fixes his glasses as he walks, feeling around on his head to straighten out his hair.

While Egon cleans up, you throw on the trench coat you came in with, closing it up tight just as Ray ascends the stairs, with Winston and Peter in tow. They've got a bit of slime on their shoulders, but it seems the worksheet for the night was rather light. They were supposed to be gone until morning.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Didn't expect to see you here tonight, kiddo," Peter says, giving you a curious glance up and down. If he knows one thing, it's to be very suspicious of a woman wearing a trench coat and high heels.

"Oh. Yeah. I got off work early to visit Egon," you say nervously, pulling the ties of your coat tighter.

"And where is the egghead in question?" Peter probes, a knowing look on his face.

"He's just, uh, in the bathroom. I think," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

"I see. Would that have anything to do with what I assume is your bra on the floor behind you there?" Peter grins as he asks his final question, prompting laughter from the other men as they also notice your discarded undergarment. Your eyes go wide when you realize that in trying to cover yourself so quickly, you left cold hard evidence of your shenanigans with Egon on the goddamn floor.

Egon returns to the room with fresh slacks on to find his colleagues seemingly laughing at you for some unknown reason. "What's going on here?" He asks, his brows furrowing. He certainly hopes his friends aren't picking on you, Peter in particular can be what many have referred to him as: a dickhead.

"Why don't you tell us, Spengs?" Ray comments, his laughter only growing.

"I knew you had a way with the ladies, Egie. But, man, I did not expect this from you," Peter chuckles, nudging his head behind you. Egon's eyes follow, locating your brassiere on the floor, which you have been too mortified to pick up as of yet. "You dog!" Peter claps Egon on the shoulder, before going on his way to get washed up.

"It's always the quiet ones," Winston comments, shaking his head as he laughs his way out of the room. Ray follows suit, leaving you and Egon alone.

"Are you alright?" Egon asks, walking over to you and picking your bra up from the floor. He hands it to you, and you slip it into your pocket for the time being. He looks at you with concern, wondering what he can do to make things better.

"I'm okay. A little embarrassed, I guess," you reply, picking at your hands and fighting the harsh blush that's taken your cheeks hostage.

"As am I. Perhaps our future encounters ought to take place in your apartment from now on," Egon suggests, taking your hand in his. You look up to meet his eyes, finding sincere remorse and admiration.

"Sounds good to me," you say quietly, nodding.

"That isn't to say I didn't enjoy this. But it appears using the firehouse as a sexual venue isn't exactly viable," he explains, needing you to know he doesn't regret any moment spent with you. Even if it means his fellow Ghostbusters are going to give an earful about this for weeks.

"I know," you nod again, turning to put yourself in front of him. You wrap your arms around his middle, smiling. "I love you, Egon," you say to him, as you have quite a few times before. It's still a relatively new step in your relationship, but it warms your heart every time you tell him how you feel.

"I love you too, darling. More than you could possibly know," he replies sweetly, giving you a tender kiss. "How about I take the night off, and we can start round two when we get back to your apartment?" Egon suggests once he pulls away, a devious glint in his eye.