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You knew the sass was going to pay off later when she growled at you, trying your best to ignore the way her hand slid over your hip and squeezed while you chatted with Buck. There was a reason you chose this dress, other than the fact that the deep shade of green was your favorite and yes the plunging neckline showed off your boobs fantastically - the soft velvet pretty much ensured your Amazon of a girlfriend was not going to be able to keep her hands off you all night. And you were right, her hands were constantly on your hips or your waist or occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass while she stayed close to you while you both chatted with your friends.

Every time you laughed or giggled Nat just wanted to kiss you even more, it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, she wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives. She couldn’t get enough of seeing you like this, so carefree and joking and making everyone you chatted with fall in love with you a little bit. But you just loved her, she could see it every time you looked up at her with those bright eyes and and scrunched your nose up in that beautiful smile before you turned back to your conversation. Nat needed that look, she craved it, especially when she had been steadily consuming vodka cranberries all night and that pleasant warmth was pooling in her gut.

It became harder and harder for you to deny her when she got all quiet and intense like this, especially when she pressed her chest against your back and nuzzled at the top of your head and made you feel so tiny and precious… and wet. Poor Bucky barely even got a goodbye from you before you were dragging Nat towards the front door, turning to rub your face against her chest and whine while she pulled out her phone to call the car.

“Now who can’t control herself?” Nat chuckled when you practically crawled into her lap once the car door closed, grabbing your hips and biting playfully at your chin while you whimpered and wriggled for her. “Did you need something, peach?”

“Don’t be mean to me.” You pouted when she just grinned at you, pressing closer to her and sucking on her ear. “You got me all worked up, do something about it.”

“Something, hm.”

It was a struggle for you not to squeal when Nat flipped the two of you until she had you pinned to the backseat, the sound that almost escaped from you quickly muffled when she smashed her lips to yours and slid her tongue into your mouth. All you could do was hope the driver didn’t look in the rear view mirror to see the way she was shamelessly dragging her hands up your soft thighs until your already short skirt was around your waist.

But you couldn’t care about that for long when she slid her own thigh between your legs and rolled her hips into you, making you whimper when she gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so she could run her tongue over your throat.

“Greedy girl.” She purred when you mewled and wrapped your legs around her, sliding the hand that wasn’t wrapped in your hair up your body until she could gently play with your breast. “Who am I, baby?”

“Oh… shit.” That was entirely unfair - after all night on her arm and having to watch her in that dress that clung to her like a second skin, and now she was pulling your hair and teasing your nipple and telling you to call her that, she was going to kill you. “Mommy…”

“That’s right, what a good girl.” Nat cooed when you sobbed and drove your pussy into her thigh, squeezing your tit and nipping at your bottom lip while she gazed into your eyes. “Mommy’s perfect baby. Tell me what you want, peach. Want Mommy to suck on your pretty nipples while you grind into her thigh? Want Mommy to make you come?”

All you could do was nod desperately, arching into her mouth and gasping when she pushed your dress to the side and started mouthing at your breasts through the lace of your bra. It was like you became extra sensitive whenever she touched you, hearing her murmur soft endearments against your skin and the way she made you feel so small and safe was just too much for you.

Nat moaned and bit your nipple gently when she felt you trembling underneath her, peeking at you through her lashes and smiling warmly at the way your face was lax with pleasure as you opened your mouth in a silent scream. You just kept dragging in ragged breaths as you rode it out, gripping her shoulders tight while your pussy made a sticky mess out of your panties.

“Mm, pretty baby girl.” Nat kissed the tip of your nose and fixed your dress while the car came to a stop, helping you sit up and hushing you when you buried your face in her neck and whined when the door opened to the cold night air. “Soft little peach, don’t worry we’re going inside.”

Your head swam when she wrapped you around her and started carrying you into the brownstone, your goddamn size kink and the orgasm you already had made you feel so fuckdrunk you were pretty sure you were drooling. Next thing you knew you were in her bedroom and sprawled out on her plush mattress and feeling so fucking warm, unsure how exactly you got there but unable to care when she was undressing you so slowly and kissing every inch of your exposed skin.

“Nat, Mommy.” You pouted when she pulled away from you once you were naked and warm from being kissed everywhere, but then you saw her hands moving to undo her zipper while she looked at you like she was going to eat you alive and all you could think was how you couldn’t believe this goddess of a woman was completely and totally yours. “Oh my god, I fucking love you.”

Tonight had begun the same as always.

You were stationed behind the bar with a damp blue rag tossed over your clothed shoulder. Your mother, Penny, had been curled up next to your dad over in the back; watching the ongoing pool match between the two teams. It was the same as every night, Jake, Bradley, and Coyote VS Bob, Phoenix, and Payback. Fanboy, Omaha, Fritz, Harvard, and Yale had decided to be at tables; ice beers staining the bar tops below.

Of course the boys had been engrossed in their game, but at the sight of you, Jake ‘accidentally’ smacked Bradley and both ended up directing their eyes to you. You were a natural at talking to people. Smiles given as customers tucked bills underneath of glasses.

“Can’t you spent five minutes without eyefucking her?”

Jake grinned at Natasha’s deadpan, aiming the pool cue at his target. Bradley took a different approach and rolled his eyes. Pete grimaced, taking a drink of his beer before placing a quick kiss on Penny’s forehead.

“Please don’t talk about them eyefucking my daughter.”

The group laughed, chuckles that echoed over the music coming from the jukebox. Your eyes found their in a moment. The tingle that ran up your spine had you grinning, a permanent scrunch settling between your eyes.

Penny slapped his chest. “You know they are getting married! Besides, I think it’s cute!”

Jake and Bradley raised their beers. A small clink followed. The boys watched as Bob sunk the eight ball, sighing to themselves. They hated fucking losing.

As a rematch began, all of their eyes had been drawn to the green table. Deciding against leaving the crowded bar to the two boys on the other end, you moved down, taking the busiest spot. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have.

“Hi sweetheart.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, the grin you wore immediately leaving. The man in front of you was average height and of average build. He was not one of your boys.

“Awe come on. Don’t pout baby.”

Another boy settled on his side. Both stood together, seemingly matching polos. A group of people you only assumed were their friends stood behind, all wearing grins and cologne. You wanted to puke.

You never wanted to cause trouble. Deciding to avoid drama, you simply ask the question that has fallen from your lips a million times. “What can I get you?”

The boy on the left had a predatory smile. You felt uneasy.

“How about you in the back?”

Your mouth gaped open like a fish. You unconsciously pulled down the sweatshirt that covered your thighs, desperately trying to shield your bare legs.

“Lost for words baby?”

That seemed to snap you out of your stupor. You brought up your hand, the big dimond reflecting the fluorescents. Their eyes dropped down to it but they didn’t seem to take the hint.

Right-boy simply leaned on the bar. You could smell weed and vodka on his breath. You gagged.

“Come on, let me treat you right.”

This time, you laughed. His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled back. You stared back at him, erupting in a fit of laughter again. There was no way in hell. 

Devon, Penny’s oldest bartender, had escorted himself towards your parents. He had overheard the conversation, and knowing you wouldn’t say anything, decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached from the side, holding three more beers in his hands.

“These two guys are harassing Y/N.”

Jake shot up at the statement, Bradley squeezing his beer till his knuckles turned white. Heads swiveled in your direction, watching as you forcefully slammed your ring-clad hand down and cursing falling from your lips. Maverick jumped up, Penny not far behind, Jake, Bradley, and the rest of the group slowly making their way over to you. You were their girl, their daughter, their family. All of them wanted to protect you.

You had been so engrossed in trying not to freak out, you didn’t notice the group slowly making their way towards you. Today, they had dressed in half casuals, all of them in their khaki pants but civilian shirts. They blended right in with the crowd.

“Come on, I can make you feel so good.”

You wanted to throw an insult at left-boy but were interrupted by your father intervening.

“Don’t ever fucking say that again.”

Penny’s hands were drawn in fists while both Jake and Bradley were attempting to not take the two down. They had stood behind your father, flanking his sides while your mother was pressed into your father’s side. The rest of TOPGUN stood their ground behind. Without saying a word, Phoenix, Fanboy, and Payback came around from the other side. Essentially, they blocked them in.

Not taking the point, right-boy looked him up and down. Scoffing, he yanked his shoulder from the mans tight grip. “Shut up. We were just talking,” his head turned towards you, “weren’t we sweetheart.”

Jake saw red.

Pete backed off, knowing Jake and Bradley could handle it. The blonde man approached slowly, an anger burning in his eyes that had you warm to your core. You suddenly exhaled the breathe you held. I’m ok.

His face was deathly calm as he spoke. “Don’t you ever, ever, talk to her again.”

If the boys were nervous, they didn’t show it. Jake didn’t back up, simply staring down at the polo’s they wore. Deciding against saying anything but also wanting to convey so much, you settled for something simple.

Without uttering one word, you bent down and plucked Jake’s hat from it’s spot below the bar. Normally, when it came time for the “final act,” Jake would sneak past the bar and place his hat over your hair, claiming you. Bradley has his own way, wrapping his Hawaiian shirt over your shoulders. This time, all you did was put the cowboy hat on the bar, smirking widely at the strangers’ shocked faces.

Jake, with what came second nature, grabbed the cowboy hat and the boys watched as you leaned across the bar so he could place it on you. Your expression was love-struck, cheeks cherry red, and a sweet smile on your lips. Jake was calm, Bradley quickly taking off his Hawaiian shirt and throwing it towards you. You slipped into it easily. You grinned at the shocked boys.

Before anyone could say anything, a boy from the back asked, “Both?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, holding out your hands for Jake and Bradley to grab. They immediately did, slipping their hands into yours. “You should leave now.”

Left boy shook his head. “Your such a fucking tease. Such a brat.”

To be fair, you knew what was coming. Really, everyone knew what was coming.

No one flinched as Jake pounced on him, Bradley holding the other guy back. Maverick threw a punch for fun one and Penny and Phoenix threw open the front doors. The bar chanted overboard, Jake and Coyote yanking up left-boy while Bradley and Payback followed with the second. Bob, Fanboy, Yale, and Harvard shooed the others out behind. You didn’t know what happened outside, but a smile broke out on your face anyway. You knew deep down, you would always be protected.

Hours later, Jake and Bradley had you squished between them on your couch.

Your dogs were on the L-section, all of your boys not letting you out of their sight. Expedition Unknown had been playing on a tv. Your smile was wide, head on Jake’s lap as your legs were thrown over Bradley’s. They both kept themselves content, grounding themselves at the feeling of you.

“You know we love you right?”

You hummed back. Eyes fluttering closed as a kiss was gently placed on your calf.

Bradley added onto Jake’s earlier statement. “We would never let anything happen to you.”

You left Jake’s lap momentarily and ignored his protests.

“Loves, I know.” Smiles crossed their lips. “I always will chosen you.”

You resumed your previous postion. You missed the way their eyes met, and a conformation of their love passed through. They would die without you. You were their glue. They would do anything for you. And as scary as it sounded, Jake and Bradley couldn’t be more ready.

For the rest of the night, your boys watched as you emersed yourself in Expedition Unknown; making Blue, Crunch, and Shaggy (your dogs) join you; and eventually falling asleep in the comfort of your boys arms.

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The floorboards creaked lightly underfoot as you made your way to stand in front of the fridge, the bright white light bathing your body as you stood there considering your options. 

After deliberately scanning the fridge for your snack options, your hands landed on the container of watermelon you’d cut up yesterday. The fridge light disappeared and you leaned against the counter, dim lights from outside filtering in the blinds as you opened the container and pulled a fresh piece out and popped it in your mouth. 

The sweet, sugary juice flooded your mouth and you moaned from the bottom of your heart, eyes closed as you savored it and swallowed it down. You stayed like that, eating delicious pieces of watermelon in the dark kitchen for a few minutes, only to be startled by Ray’s voice. 

“You thinking about me?”

You jumped and gasped, choking and coughing before you finally swallowed and caught your breath. “Jesus Christ, Ray! I didn’t even hear you come in.”

He frowned remorsefully and his big, strong body closed in on your chubbier one. “I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me?” His hands landed on your waist, face adorned with a cocky grin, knowing that you could never stay mad at him for long. 

“Bastard.” Grumbling in defeat, you smiled up at him and met him half way when he leaned in to kiss you. 

“Mmhh,” he moaned at the sugary taste of your lips, “is that the watermelon from yesterday?” You nodded and he reached over to grab a piece. “It’s really fuckin’ good.”

Humming in agreement, the two of you stood pressed together, sharing the succulent fruit and soft kisses that soon began to build heat in your lower belly. 

Ray’s hands gripped your sides, rough fingertips under your tank top while his tongue danced with yours. Your moan of approval urged him to bend, hook his hands under your ass and lift you up like you weighed nothing at all. He moved between your thick thighs as you hissed at the cold countertop on your skin, but the sound was quickly swallowed by his soft lips.

Your fingers raked through his short hair and you smiled victoriously when he let out a low groan of your name. Ray pulled back and held your face in one hand, thumb smoothing over your lower lip. 

“So sweet,” he said, reaching to grab a piece of fruit with his other hand. He held it in front of you, gently gliding the sugary melon across your lips, and you obediently opened your mouth when he nodded his head. “So Juicy.”

His eyes remained glued to yours as he placed the cube in your mouth and firmly pressed it down on your tongue, his fingers digging into the top so that the juice filled your mouth. A groan emulated in your chest and your pussy throbbed as you sucked on his fingers, the sticky sweetness a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes.

With a rough yank his fingers popped out of your mouth and before you could blink, Ray was already carrying you down the hall, hands squeezing you tight enough to leave marks. His eyes caught yours as he crossed into the room, a mix of dominant and playful as he gently tossed you on the bed. 

He smirked and winked as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. “Bet you’re gonna taste better than that watermelon, huh?”

Before you could form a response, Ray moved your panties aside and licked a long, wet stripe up your folds. The flat of his tongue lapped at your clit as his fingers slipped inside you and instantly found that sweet spot.  

“Oh, Fuck!” Your breath kicked out of your lungs. 

Ray just grinned against you and slurped at your pussy like it was an ice cream cone melting on a hot summer day. He moaned and pressed his face further between your legs, ravenously enjoying his midnight snack.

“Must have slipped out of sight, out of mind. What's your favorite one?” Now here you would have thought it would have been some fearsome story about one of Odin's conquests but Curtis broke into a goofy grin and plucked the book off the dashboard, flipping through the pages. 

“This one…” He flipped the book so you could see the picture, a big man badly dressed as a woman. “When I was a kid, my grandfather read me these and this one where Loki helps Thor get back Mjolnir from a giant. I thought it was just the funniest thing, picturing Thor flirting to get his hammer back.” 

Curtis elaborated on the story, reading the chapter to you and before it was over, you both were holding your sides, laughing as tears streamed down your faces. 

“Your grandfather sounds like he was a great man, is he still alive?” 

Curtis sobered a bit, a finger tracing the books binding a moment like it was special to him. “No… I'm afraid he is not.” Then he snapped it shut and set it aside. “But him and my grandmother were great people.” 

You reached out, looking to comfort him with a gentle brush of your hand to his arm. “They sound like it, I’m sorry they are not here any longer Curtis.” 

Curtis broke into a smile and wrapped his arm around you, tucking you in close to him and a quick press of his lips went to the crown of your head. “Don’t be, it’s been a long time and I was lucky to have them.” You let yourself sink into his side, it was like you fit right there.

It wasn't just you finding out new facts, Curtis did as well. Opting one night to just order pizza instead of going out, he crashed on your apartment's couch, a box of pizza opened on the coffee table as you stuck the dvd in the player before crashing on the couch next to him. “Okay, this is… well one of my favorite movies. I know you have seen it before, and I'm most likely gonna be the biggest dork about it, but I really can't help it, okay?” 

His arm went over your shoulder and he shrugged while you scooted into the curve of his body, hitting play on your dvd players remote. “Be the biggest dork ever Honey, not gonna phase me any. Actually it's pretty cute.” Curtis chuckled and you let your face hide against his side for a moment, the casual drop of Honey making your insides twist before you turned towards the start of the movie. An all too familiar scene of In-Gen employees started milling around a dinosaur cage and Curtis tucked you in closer, muttering under his breath. “This is even better than I expected, I do hope you have the other two? They all need to be watched at once.” Knowing full well you must have had them all, but you turned a hopeful look up to him, breaking out in the damn cutest grin he had ever seen.

“You bet jurassican.” Causing Curtis to snort, he hooked his foot in the leg of your coffee table to pull it closer so he could reach for the pizza box and neither of you would really had to move from your comfortable relaxing poses. 

“You really are a dork.” He tickled lightly along your side and you playfully poked his side with your elbow. 

“Takes one to know one.” 

“Oooh Clever Girl.” Curtis teased back while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I dino what to tell ya, I am too.” 

The night ended with you falling asleep against his shoulder and Curtis easing you onto the couch and covering you up before slipping out of your apartment. He was hesitant to leave but knew that the two of you weren’t ready for the sleeping over stage, having just started dating. Before leaving, he took one last look at you curled on the couch and smiled to himself, considering himself pretty lucky. Before he headed out of the building, he double-checked your door, making sure it was locked behind him. 

It was the beginning of October and stores in the area had there Halloween holiday displays out, covering most of Duluth's store fronts now.  Curtis made a pit stop at a gas station on the way home from work when he happened to see a little pumpkin ornament that made him think of you, the previous week you happened to mention how much you loved Halloween in a passing comment and then never mentioned anymore about it. It stuck out for Curtis, this little confession of what made you happy. So when he happened to see the little ornament for sale on the gas station counter, he included it with his purchases. 

Planning on surprising you with it, he showed up earlier than you were expecting that Saturday. A quick rap on the door announced his arrival and you answered from somewhere on the other side. “Coming!” 

You were busy grading your students' recent homework, red pen tapping at the corner of your mouth while you absently chewed it. Thankfully you didn't have to use it too often for most of your kids, leaving you pleased that your class really seemed to be embracing the current curriculum. You did jump a little at the knock, knowing he would be showing up, but he was there earlier then usual.

Rushing to the door, you went to sneak a look out the peephole and was greeted with a distorted reflection of Curtis waiting patiently. His arm was over his head, leaning against the door frame and his other hand behind his back. Unlocking the door, you opened it, allowing him to lean in closer to your space. “Hey good looking. You are visiting me early today?” 

“I come bearing gifts Y/N.” 

“You brought me a gift?” You bit your lip and tried to peek around him, but he was effective in blocking your view. “What do I gotta do to get it?” You finally gave up trying, looking up at him hopeful and a bit in surprise. 

“Hmmm…” He contemplated, eyes rolling upwards as if thinking. His handsome face with that dark beard that he must have just trimmed and splattering of barely there freckles was starting to drive you a bit crazy waiting and when you gave a bit of a huff of impatience, he broke into a grin. “A kiss from my best girl? I would rather enjoy that.” 

This nickname made you feel like butterflies were fluttering through your chest and your teeth dragged against your bottom lip with insinuation. “I'm your best girl?” So far almost all your kisses shared have been initiated by Curtis, like he couldn't get enough and had to steal one more. But this one you would get to give and that made you a little nervous about being clumsy. You stepped in closer and slid your hands around his waist in a loose hug, your fingers stretched, trying to get a feel for what he had hidden, but he effectively twisted it out of your reach. “You are not even gonna let me feel it?” You pouted a bit and he shook his head. 

“Nope, I’m not gonna let you feel what it is.” He scoffed and you pressed in closer, letting the tip of your nose run against his jaw before going to tiptoes to press your lips against his, soft at first as you nipped slightly for permission. He sunk in closer into your doorway, letting you deepen your kiss, tongues sliding together and soft moans exchanged. Your arms shifted from his waist to up around his neck to hold onto him. You were feeling the excitement build, the urgency to take this further with him. Your fingers curled around his neck and pulled him into the rest of the apartment. 

Curtis followed your lead, his foot going up to press against the door to swing it shut. He managed to stuff the gift in his jacket pocket to make use of both hands, letting them fall to your hips to keep you close while backing you up. It wasn't till your legs hit the arm of your couch did you fall back into the cushions. Your hold on Curtis made him fall down with you. “Shit.” He cursed out while you whined underneath him. He was pulling himself up a bit to keep from crushing you, with worry in his features. “I didn't hurt you did I?” 

You started giggling, covering your face then and trying to contain your embarrassment at the klutzy moment you had. “No, sorry. I didn't mean to make us trip.” You peeked out from under your hands and wiggled the tip of your nose at him. 

Curtis smiled in relief and reached up to move your hands off your face, pressing a gentle kiss this time before shifting off you and helping you up. “You don't have to apologize for something like that. It was what I was looking for.” Tugging you in closer to him. “Now close your eyes, so I can give you your gift.” 

Leaning into his side, you tilted your head into his shoulder to hide your eyes and he tilted a bit to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small paper bag to set in your lap. “Okay… Open them.” 

You lifted your head from his shoulder and went to pry open the paperbag, peering into it. “Ooh!” Pulling out a small little pumpkin ornament that was made entirely of glass, you trailed your fingers over the twisting stem that curled around and delicately laid over the bright orange glass. It fit perfectly in the palm of your hand, a small little treasure that made your heart swell at the thoughtfulness of the gift. “Curtis this is-” You sighed out and carefully set it on your coffee table to keep it from breaking. “I love it. Thank you so much.” 

This rewarded him with another kiss, which he happily accepted, albeit surprised at how much you seemed to love the little gift. 

That night you two went to dinner and a movie. You had made the suggestion and Curtis was happy to go along with it. You kept it simple for dinner, grabbing sandwiches at a local diner along with a bag of chips you two shared. Curtis had started to pick up on little things, such as how you seemed to prefer curled over chips. He was sure to hand you each one he came across. The way you filled up your cup with mostly ice when getting a drink while out. Curtis also noticed that you would pick at your food, eating just tiny bits. It made him wonder, but dared not question you about it, at least not so soon. 

The movie went well, together you two shared a bucket of popcorn, sitting near the backrow of the theater. Curtis was able to stretch out his legs with the extra room and you were able to put up the arm rests for extra room, able to cuddle close to Curtis’s side without the arm of the chair biting into your waist and making you feel squeezed into the theater seat. As the movie progressed, his hand found its way to your thigh, squeezing now and then, his thumb brushing back and forth in a gentle manner. The quiet was a comfortable intimacy for you two. Curtis valued the way you were now comfortable enough to just sink into him, even though you two had not slept together, these moments were just as valuable. 

It was something Curtis had never really had, but always craved. You made it just easy to be with you, you were this constant warmth welcoming him, you talked with such passion and had even taken the initiative to learn more about the things he has shared he was interested in. How you were even single blew his mind, but he was already counting his blessings now that you happened to be at Paulies shortly after he met you. His thoughts wandered about all these things during the movie, losing complete track of what the two of you were watching until he felt you stir next to him, your own hand now mimicking the way his was tracing your thigh, brushing so close to the front of his pants that it was hard for him not to chase after your touch. 

You don't know when he lost focus, you felt it first in the way his hand grasped the inside of your thigh, like he was holding onto you from escaping his touch. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you glanced up to see him so serious, his eyes capturing just enough of the screen's glare to show how far away his gaze was. No reactions to the theater screen. Your mouth twisted a bit with curiosity at what he was thinking about. 

You moved your hand into his lap, leaning up to slide your lips against the shell of his ear, whispering. “Where’s your mind at handsome?” 

He grunted in response, as blunt as ever. “How fucking lucky I am to get to take you out. But yeah, I lost track of the movie.” 

You laughed softly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, appreciating that Curtis was straightforward and didn't leave you guessing what he was thinking. His eyes dropped to where your hand rested, finishing his train of thought. “And you keep going like that Honey and my mind is gonna be on how good your hand feels on me.” 

That made you purr, feeling rather daring in the safety of the dark theater. “That's what I’m hoping for, Curtis.” You gave a firm squeeze and that gave you a well earned groan, proud of yourself as you let up and settled back into watching the movie. 

When he dropped you off that night, he pinned you against the apartment building's door, thoroughly taking you apart in his kiss. One hand braced himself against the door, helping to cage you in between his hard body and the old apartment door that creaked at the weight of you two leaning against it. His other hand was holding the back of your head, tilting you just the way he craved, able to trace your tongue and his beard scratch tantalizing against your mouth. When you broke, you looked up dazed, panting slightly. “Do you want to stay over?” 

Curtis wanted to, more than anything ever but he pulled away just enough for you to breathe, so your body wasn’t pressed in every inch of his. He could see the doubt starting to cloud in your gaze, that maybe you made a mistake. “Y/N, more than anything. Believe me Honey. But…” He paused, trying to find a way to explain himself without making you doubt him. “You mean alot to me, like a fucking lot. I want this to last and in my experience taking it slow is the way to… Fuck, I’m not good at this.” He growled a bit, reaching up to fist his hand in his beanie and tug it off. How was he supposed to explain that he wanted you so badly under him, wrapped around him, always with him but he wanted to earn that right. 

At first you thought he was rejecting you, an old fear playing over common sense. You are too fat, to big, to much, why would he want to sleep with you? These dark little thoughts suddenly flared like a neon light in your brain, recalling the way Jake looked at you disgusted the day you two broke up. 

“You are disgusting, why would anyone want to have sex with you? Get some fucking help Y/N.”  

 But then Curtis started to explain why he was saying no, the worry that crossed his face and how he was so sincere in his touch made your mind clear. Trust him. 

You pressed your palm against his chest, making him stall. “Hey, it’s okay Curtis. When we’re both ready, right?” You smiled at him and relief took over when he gave a small smile back. Grasping your chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger, this kiss was a gentle caring one, his feelings were equally matched in this as before even though this was was a subtle thank you instead of one driven by passion. “Thank you for understanding why I wanted to wait. Why you’re my best girl Honey.” 

You both shared a good night and he waited long enough to see you head back upstairs to your apartment before he left for the night once more even though he wanted to stay so badly. 

Once you escaped back up to your apartment, you let yourself lean back against your now closed door, your fingers lifting to press against your lips while smiling softly at the words he left you with.