#theapangea

You can’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation because they sure as hell aren’t being quiet about it. You’re only one seat away from them, of course you’d be able to hear their conversation. You just wish they would keep it to themselves or at least when no one else is around. 

But since they both can’t seem to be quiet for more than a couple of seconds, then you will have to endure the lovely discussion. Thankfully, the second you start to silently plead for them to stop, they do. Switching the topic to a frat party going on later tonight. 

A Wednesday night frat party?

Is that what you’re missing in your college life? Getting black-out drunk on a school night. The first though that runs through your head is why? But a second, slightly quieter voice grabs your attention…the little voice in your head that is screaming of envy. That is tingling every fiber in your body, pleading with itself to go to the party. To experience anything other than the mundane, than the boring. But it isn’t like you to go to parties, or to even know how to ask more questions to attempt to go to the party. The sex discussion is starting to sound more appealing than the conflicting fighting going on inside your head.

And when you think, it can’t get anymore annoying, suddenly there is another third voice. One you don’t recognize. Realizing quickly that the voice isn’t inside your head after all. 

You aren’t completely sure if the confused look on your face or the stuttering over your words gave it away that you didn’t hear what the boy next you said at all. Because not only does he repeat himself but he also leans across the desk to get closer to you.

“You going to the party at Sigma Chi later?”

The boy speaking to you is Lip. You’ve come to know his name and just a little bit about him over the past several weeks. Nothing extraordinary other than a simple exchanging of names and hometowns. Turns out you are both from Chicago, just opposite the tracks from each other. Lip was one of those southside kids who was gifted enough to go to college and you were one of those northside kids who didn’t have a choice.

You’re unsure really how to respond to his question. Eventually landing on just shrugging your shoulders with an indecisive smile. 

“Why, north-siders don’t go to parties?” 

Sure they do. Don’t they? They must. Right?

To be honest, you aren’t really sure because you’ve never been to one. High school is not far off from college in terms of experiences. You were are a quiet kid and you’ve slowly had to come to terms with the fact that you’ve fallen a little behind. 

“You should come.” Lip smiles, his comment bouncing around your head.

You tuck the fallen strands of hair behind your ear, “I don’t know…” The words drift into the space that separates the two of you. 

“It’ll be fun.” Emphasizing the last word. Does he even realize that he’s biting his bottom lip right now?

“I don’t know anyone who’s going.” You are hesitant to speak, the pitch of your voice doesn’t sound quite right coming out of your mouth. 

“You know me.”

And with those three little words, the whole day becomes a haze. 

You end up exchanging phone numbers with Lip before the start of class. He texts you the address with a little smiley face emoticon. 

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your face the rest of the day. Following you from class to class, on your walk home and the whole entire time you spend getting ready. 

You are actually going to a college party. A boy invited you to a college party. Are you supposed to start screaming now or should you wait until afterwards? You honestly cannot decide. 

Gripping onto the strap on your tiny purse as you stand outside of the large home. Dozens of students streaming in and out, laughing, yelling. Your eyes don’t know where to look first as you take the first couple of steps into the house.

It’s quite exhilarating, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as the music fills your ears. You see some familiar faces and are able to muster up a small wave too but are overwhelmed by the number of people you don’t know. You are a little fish in the sea of sharks, knowing that any one of these animals can rip you to shreds. Which is oddly making this night much for exciting. 

Making your way into the large living area, the sea of students grinding on one another in the middle and shouting from a beer-pong game in the corner can be heard clearly over the blaring music. You stick closely to the walls, hoping in some way to disappear into the striped paper. Merely wanting to observe what really goes on at a college party, unsure if you will actually be able to participate in any way. This party is so far out of your comfort zone that it feels like you have been transported to another planet.

But this is what college is all about, right? Getting out of your comfort zone, participating in new experiences, living a little. The sad fact is that you just don’t know how. It’s scary, standing here by yourself, with no one to help shield you from the chaos. You cross your arms around your waist, shielding yourself from all of it. You feel completely out of place and are starting to feel like maybe you shouldn’t have come at all. 

It’s as if Lip is conjured out of thin air, being able to hear your silent pleads from across the house, when you finally see him squeeze his way through the horde of drunk students. His lazy smile brings you a tiny shred of hope that you are not alone. 

When he finally reaches you, he hands you a red cup filled with some unknown liquid. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently questioning the contents of the drink.

He laughs, leans into you, his hot breath on your ear, “Don’t worry, it’s just water.”

Your body physically reacts to his closeness by going weak in the knees, thankful that you have the wall behind you to hold yourself up right. But you still can’t help but feel like you're falling when he doesn’t move away, even after you take a drink of clear liquid. 

“I’m glad you came tonight.” The music is loud but not so loud that he needs to be this close to you and he knows it too. Your eyes lock together as if some unspoken words are being exchanged between the two of your bodies that you mind is too slow or too incompetent to understand. 

“I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.” You playfully throw his words from earlier back at him. 

His laugh is radiant. The hot air coating your skin as he leans against the wall with his shoulder, just staring at you. A slow heat begins to grow in your cheeks under his stare. Shifting the plastic cup between your hands as your palms grow sweatier. 

You’ve never had someone look at you this way before. His blue eyes boring into yours, searching for all the answers to who you truly are. Sure, you can smell the alcohol on Lip’s breath but you can tell he isn’t drunk. You can sense that this mutual feeling is engulfing the both of you. The air around you both becomes increasingly warmer as he inches closer to you. 

His left hand reaches out for yours, his fingertips lightly touching yours, tapping them to the beat of the music. You can tell he is testing the waters, seeing if you will pull away or not. You cannot fathom the thought of ever pulling away from his touch.

Lip finally intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently as he pushes himself off of the wall and starts to walk backwards, pulling you along with him. Leaving the half-empty red cup forgotten on an end table. 

“Where are we going?” You giggle, a wide smile engulfing your features. 

“Just trust me.” He pulls you into the crowd of dancing classmates.

“Trust you? I barely know you.” You retort quickly as he pulls you against him, settling his hands on your hips as your arms instinctively wrap over his shoulders.

“Good.” He winks and you laugh and everything just feels so right in this moment.

Coming to this party was starting to feel like the beginning of your story, the beginning of getting over your fears of being left behind, of being forgotten by those your own age. Lip saw you in a crowd full of people, he chose you to be the one to dance with. 

In the middle of this packed living room, you and Lip are tangled in your own world. The air is thick with sweat, laughter, and a buzz that is emanating off the two of you. Your eyes lock with Lips, and for just a second, the chaos of your surroundings disappears. Leaving the two of you, embracing the spark that is traveling between your bodies.

Your heart begins to beat faster, the beat of the music pumping the muscle along as Lip pulls you closer. Your breaths mingle in the small shared space, with yours periodically halting when Lip’s hands curve around your waist, his fingertips brushing against the exposed skin on the small of your back.

And it’s within that touch, that gentle, meaning touch that something inside of your switches. That this simple moment between you and Lip is starting to mean something more, something real, something that you can reach out and hold between your hands. This isn’t some little fling that either of you are going to regret in the morning, everything at this moment is pure and intentional.

For the second time tonight, the music and crowd slowly fades away. It really is just you and Lip in a room full of sweaty people and you don’t seem to mind because you are with him. 

The song ends after a single moment, but neither of you seem to be able to move. You’re still held in his embrace, the same breath being exchanged between the two of you, when Lip dips his head. His mouth crashing into yours, filled with passion and need. 

One of his hands travels to your cheek while the other keeps you in position against his hard body. A slow burning fire spreads between you, lips moving together so perfectly as you fall into a gentle rhythm. The taste of him is so overwhelming, this new experience of kissing someone is more than you could have imagined. If you knew this was how this night was going to go then you may have stayed home, and you can’t help but feel so happy you didn’t. 

When Lip finally pulls away, it’s only enough to let some cold air mingle in the hot space between your mouths. 

You smile, your lips still tingling with remembrance of the kiss, looking into Lip’s eyes, “Should we…um, go somewhere else?”

You can’t believe those words just left your mouth. You asking a guy to go somewhere else is definitely not on your bingo card for the night. To be honest, none of what is happening was on your bingo card. This night was exceeding your expectations with each passing moment. 

Lip nods his head, a panting yes escapes him. 

Lip’s rough hands trail over your arms, leaving a wake of fire in its path. His hand intertwines with yours as he leads you out of the sweaty crowd to a more secluded area where the two of you can be alone. 

You can’t even begin to describe the way your body is buzzing right now, the nerves, the adrenaline pumping through your veins is the only thing making you stand up right. You have some idea what was going to happen when you and Lip enter a vacant room. You were sheltered but you aren’t that sheltered, you just haven’t ever had sex with anyone before.

This was your first time and maybe it wasn’t going to be in the most special place, but you can feel that it is going to be with someone so special. Your heart beats loudly in your ears as the music starts to fade into the background as you climb the staircase behind Lip.

He smiles at you, squeezing your hand gently as he pulls you towards the direction of some rooms. Punching a code into one of the doors furthest from the stairs. The lock clicks and Lip steps aside so you are able to enter first.

The room is clean, thankfully. A large bed takes up most of the space under three bay windows. A desk is adjunct to the wall the door is on. As you step inside, you start to realize that this isn’t some random room, but Lip’s room. This realization lets you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You are silently thanking anyone out there for not having your first time be in some randos bed. 

You aren’t quite sure what you do now that you are standing in Lip’s room. The adrenaline is starting to wear off and the nerves are shooting through your limbs. It will be any second now where you will start to overthink this whole thing and may ruin it before it can even begin. But this is something that you desperately want to experience in college, something that you want to experience with Lip. 

Before your anxiety can skyrocket, you feel Lip press up against your back. You also feel something else, way harder, push against your butt. You didn’t know that this tiny action would make you so horny. 

Lip’s finger traces down your forearms, his hot breath can be felt on your neck. His wet mouth kisses softly into the delicate skin, his electric touch jolting your body as a heavy gasp escapes your lips. Lip must be happy at the reaction as he chuckles into your skin. 

Lip spins you around in his arms, his hands landing back on the small of your back, inching slowly towards the top of your ass. Your pulse is thumping under your skin, in your chest as you stare into Lip’s enchanting eyes. You almost feel dizzy with it, the closeness, the endless possibilities of being here with him. 

This time, you take the first step, parting your lips slightly as you move towards him. But it only takes a second for Lip to reclaim his power over you.

At first the kiss is soft, his mouth barely there, hovering over yours, making you yearn for any sort of his touch. His lips brush against yours a second time, then he pushes himself into you deeper, slow and meaning at first, but the need to have you closer is beginning to overcome him. The aggressive part of him seeping through the cracks.

The warmth of his lips, the way his hands slide lower to the curve of your ass. You respond, instinctively, with your hands threading through the short hair at the back of his head, tugging him closer. The kiss is deepening quickly with an urgency that’s starting to become natural between you and Lip. 

Your heart is pounding so loud now, that you are sure that Lip can hear it too. The kiss, this moment is perfect. Being here, in Lip’s embrace is terrifying and exhilarating and everything that you have always craved. 

You melt into Lip as he begins to move the two of you to the bed in the middle of the room. His hands start to make quick work to pull your shirt over your head, which makes you break your kiss for just a brief moment before the two of you resume like nothing happened. His hands sliding their way around your back to unhook your bra, throwing the material in some unknown direction. Then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your short skirt, yanking roughly to pull the material away. You step out of your sneakers and skirt, falling onto the bed as Lip pulls away.

You melt underneath his stare. His eyes scan your bare body as you inch yourself further onto the bed. You are beginning to feel exposed under his sharp gaze. One of your arms trails up the length of your body, trying to hide yourself but Lip tugs your hand away. Shaking his head.

“Perfect,” Lip whispers as his fingers brush against the bare skin, circling around your breast and nipple, up your neck and finally brushing against your jaw. Tilting your chin up to capture your lips in his as he climbs over your small body. 

Your breath hitches, back arching as you rub against Lip. The heavy kisses deepen slowly as Lip positions himself between your legs. Pressing his arching boner in your sweet core. One arm slipping underneath your back, while the other cups your breast. His fingers toying with your sensitive nipple as your moan radiates into Lip’s mouth. 

Your fingers slide up his neck, feeling the way his pulse skips underneath your touch, how his breath is shaky and uneven. Lip pulls you in even closer than before, and it’s this simple motion of closeness that sparks something more between the two of you, something that has been building long before the kiss on the dance floor, or his invitation during class. This spark has been developing from the small touches when he gets to class late and needs to sit in the seat next to you, or the small glances both of you steal when the other isn’t paying attention. 

The kiss deepens again, and this time it’s like a slow burning fire catching, spreading rapidly over your body. His lips move with yours in perfect rhythm, as if you’ve always known how to fit together. The taste of him is almost overwhelming at this moment. The weight of him over you grounds you to this earth, without it you would certainly be floating in the sky. 

After a moment, Lip pulls away again. Taking his time to soak you in, capturing every detail to his memory. His fingers scrolling around your chest and stomach, the cold tips tinkling you as he memorizes the feeling of your skin. 

When his hands leave your body, your sigh. Watching as he rips his shirt over his head while scooting backwards off the bed. His eyes watch you as his hands work quickly to unlace his belt and unbutton his pants before stripping them away. 

Before he pulls down his boxers, a moment of pause blankets the room, “You’re sure you want to do this, northside?” The nickname is surely a tease that does make you hot underneath his stare. 

You shake your head yes before Lip slips his thumbs under his waistband to pull off his boxers. And you were not expecting him to be so big when the fabric is released, pooling around his ankles.

You have little time to process his throbbing erection when he starts to climb on top of you again. Your eyes stare as his penis starts to bob against his stomach. 

“I need to hear you say it.” His fingers lift your chin towards his face, your eyes are the last thing to reach him, wide and doe-like, as your mind is running wild with impure fantasies. 

“I really,” you gulp, “really want to do this.”

“Good,” the devilish smile returns to his face. 

In one swift movement, Lip reaches to push the back of your legs towards your stomach, opening your center wide for him. The lace fabric of your panties barely does anything to cover up your core. You turn your face to the side, a heat beginning to rise in your cheeks as your pussy and ass are exposed for Lip. 

“Don’t look away,” His hands squeeze the back of your thighs to grab your attention. Your head whips back to him quickly as you watch his fingers start to move towards your center. Your hands gripping the soft fabric beneath you, hoping it will help stable you in this moment.

You bite your bottom lip as his middle finger lightly grazes over the thin fabric, the small touch shooting pure electricity through your body. You never knew you could feel this kind of way from someone’s touch before. 

Lip allows you to catch your breath before moving on, his middle finger passing over the same spot as before but this time with more pressure. And with more pressure from his finger means more sparks shooting through your body and a whine escaping from your lips. 

Lip smiles down at you in satisfaction. He starts to move his finger in small circles around your covered clit, your breath heaving through the pleasure. Your face contorting as he picks up speed, his other hand still gripping the back on your thigh to keep you in the place. 

After he is satisfied with how you are wiggling underneath his touch, he slips his pointer finger under the fabric to expose your heat. He licks his lips while taking in the sight of your perfect pussy, your juices leaking from your folds as the same finger grazes over the bare skin. 

The feeling is more intense than before, times a million. And you can’t help but shift underneath his touch but he holds firm on your thigh and keeps you steady on his lap. You couldn’t go anywhere if you tried hard enough. And it wasn’t like you wanted too but the feeling is just so overwhelming that you don’t know what else to do other than to try to move away. 

Lip begins circling your clit again, this time using his thumb. The vibration running through your body makes you arch your back and moan his name with pleasure. You are pure happiness right now.

He then moves his thumb further down your folds until he hovers over your entrance. Your juices coat the tip of his finger before he dips into you. The moan that erupts from you is no longer quiet but a loud arch that comes from the deepest part of you as Lip inserts a part of himself into your pussy. 

His finger moves faster inside of you, his thumb sooner replaced by his other hand's pointer finger. Pumping mercifully in and out of your entrance, sending shock waves through your whole body. His thumb resumes its place on your clit, the combination is ruthless as he makes you feel an unimaginable amount of pleasure.

Moans, whines, whispers of profanities leaving your lips in waves as he continues to fulfill your wildest wishes and add another finger which intensifies everything. Pumping faster and rubbing quicker as your body locks underneath his grasp. Chest heaving rapidly as you release yourself onto his long fingers. White spots cloud your vision as your breath slows down and Lip pulls his fingers out of you. 

Your hand wipes away sweat from your forehead as you meet Lip's gaze after your moment of ecstasy. A nervous smile dances across your face as you meet his eyes. You are quickly reassured of yourself when a wide, teeth-fill smile is staring back down at you. Lip is visibly delighted with how well he can make you cum.

He leans back on his heels, his throbbing erection leaking precum down his shaft. Your eyes dart from his to his bouncing member, licking your lips in the process.

Lip leans over you, to one of the bedside tables to open a drawer, digging around to find a condom. He leans back again, ripping the condom wrapping with his teeth and wrapping himself in the plastic.

He leans down to capture your lips after being away from them for too long. A moan from him vibrates your whole body as he wraps his arms around you, his finger twisting in the strands of your hair, holding you tightly as he slowly pushes his thick member between your folders.

Your legs spread further apart to accommodate his size. Your head burying in the nape of his neck as slides all the way into you. The burning sensation is pleasurable as he lets your breath slightly relax before beginning to pump. His hips moving rapidly between your legs, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. 

His tongue trails over the sweet spot under your jaw, biting and sucking as his mouth makes its way yours. You part your lips as he catches them, slipping his tongue into your mouth. The warm muscle sweeping around yours, dancing, fighting for dominance as the heat of pleasure engulfs the both of you. 

A groan vibrates against you, his hips buckling with each thrust as they become sloppier with each passing second. Pure bliss wrapping around your body as Lip pounds into you, over and over again. His hard muscles hold you still as he uses your body for pure pleasure. 

As his groans and grunts become more frequent and his thrusting becomes messier, the speed in which he pounds into you quickens. Releasing you from the sloppy kiss, his forehead against yours as you stare into each other's eyes.

His pupils dilate as they meet yours, breathes hitching in the shared space. His thrust even out as he releases himself into you. Your moans erupt on his hot kiss with his last hard drives of his hips.

He kisses your lips one last time, holding for just a second longer than needed, before getting up off the bed. He leaves the room for a couple of seconds to get a towel from the on-suite bathroom and discard the used condom. 

You have to give yourself a little moment to come back down to earth after that extraordinary moment that you just shared with Lip. Pushing yourself to the top of the bed as Lip comes over to clean you up. He tosses the towel aside when it is no longer needed and opens the blanket for you to climb underneath.

He slips into the covers with you, pulling you into his body. 

“I told you it would be fun.” He teases, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle into his chest. But you knew, as you drift off to sleep, that your dreams will never live up to this reality. 

~~~~

Heads whip, metal scraps, and whispers shoot across the room. All eyes, all conversations, are about you as soon as you walk through the back door of the classroom. 

The Earth might as well open up beneath your feet and shallow you whole. Cursing yourself as you shouldn’t have listened to Billy. At the very least, you should’ve taken today off from school. Maybe people would have talked about you and your stupid crush confession but you wouldn’t be here. So it wouldn’t have mattered to you. Maybe.

“Just hold your head high and I’ll see you later.”

Billy’s voice echos in your head. Repeating the words over and over until you actually think you can survive this class. The problem isn’t only surviving the other students in the class, but it’s surviving Steve.

You’d notice that messy tosseled head of brownish-blond hair anywhere. And another unfortuate problem for you, he is sitting in the seat right next to yours. Stupid math class and it’s assigned seats.

Heat rises to your cheeks and your stomach sinks. Of course he heard your conversation over the intercom. Hell, half of Hawkins probably already knows that you are in love with him. Word travels too damn fast in this small town. 

“Hold your head high. If you don’t feel stupid about what you said then no one can use it against you.” 

Some other words Billy told you in the parking lot. Ugh, you hate that he is helping you in this moment. Hate that he is the one to put you in this situation. And now has decided to help you get out of it. 

Once you are done fake dating, you are definitely kicking him in the balls.

You can’t help but feel like Billy isn’t telling you the full story. It’s not unlike Billy to shame someone, but it is very unlike him to help them afterwards. Maybe he does feel sorry about what he did? 

You shake these thoughts from your mind, you are only able to focus on one thing right now and that’s attempting to walk from the back of the class to your desk, without Steve knowing, can’t be that hard, right?

You close your eyes, take one last breath, and then start moving your feet. One in front of the other. It is not as scary as it seems because you are forcing yourself not to think of the problem. Only focus on math, math is only numbers, no emotions and no distractions. Math cannot hurt you. Theoretically. 

The slowly breathe out of your mouth as you make it to your desk, sneaking a quite peek to see if Steve has noticed you yet. Good news, he is writing something in his notebook. You gently sit down in your chair, almost like every other day. Steve barely talks to you anyways, sure he does his cute little half smile and sometimes asks you for help during worktime. But maybe he finally understands math and no longer needs to talk to you. 

You can only hope for the best right now. 

Turning slowly in your chair, the pressure causing it to squeak. Shutting your eyes harder as the sound continues until you are situated under the desk. Your backpack falls to the floor next to you and your math textbook sliding across the wood. Your hands lay flat across your desk and you stare forward. Not daring to look over to your right, to look anywhere in the vincinity of Steve Harrington. 

Maybe if you just ignore him for the rest of the year, he will eventually forget about your crush. That actually seems like a better plan then the fake dating one Billy thought up. 

The final bell rings and the teacher begins to talk about some math formula you will need to teach yourself later. How are you supposed to focus on anything else right now when Steve Harrington is right next to you? With Steve Harrington looking at you? With Steve Harrington tossing a note onto your desk?

The folded up piece of white paper lays tilted against your table and your open textbook. Your pointed gaze could set the note on fire. Secretly, you hope that it does so you don’t have to read it. 

Steve continues to look back and forth between you and the teacher as you absentmindly stare the folded paper on your desk. He coughs a couple of times to gesture that you need to grab the note before Mr. Mitchel sees it. 

After many, many long seconds, you swipe the note from your desk and open it in your lap. Your fingers slowly unfold the message as you wait for the teacher to turn around so you can read what it says. As soon as he does, your eyes dart to the handwritten note.

The corner of your mouth twitches as a warm, fuzzy feeling seeps beneath your skin and settles deep into your stomach. Your pointer finger trails across the paper, over the messy handwriting and smears the graphite. 

The note is unusual for the two of you to converse by, but the conversation topic is normal. So normal, and funny, it actually musters up a small giggle from you. Which gets the attention of several classmates from surrounding desks. 

But you brush off their glares and reread the note over and over again. His words dance across the paper and comfort you in more ways than you can imagine. 

Steve isn’t talking about your confession? He isn’t making fun of you or making it more awkward. It isn’t until this moment that you realized that maybe the situation was also embarrassing and humiliating for Steve too. That he was a helpless victim that didn’t decide to be on the other end of your crush. 

Sure he is still King Steve, but he is also a person who was sucked into this awful circumstance like you were. Maybe that was Billy’s intentions all along. To not only make your life miserable, but to also make Steve’s. It felt extremely unfair for you to feel lonely about everything when maybe Steve is reaching out to you for a lifeline. 

You wait for Mr. Mitchel to turn around again before slipping the note onto your desk and scribbling back an answer. Tossing it onto Steve’s desk and turning your head away as you didn’t want to watch him read your response. 

Steve’s face contorts into a wide grin instantly as he sees your cursive handwriting in purple ink scribbles across the paper. He didn’t expect your reply to make his heart race but the floating feeling he got when your eyes met for a quick second and your playful laugh got him wanting more.

Steve really didn’t care that you confessed your feelings for him in front of the whole school. There has been a new rumor about him every week since the seventh grade. But he is feeling awful for the things he is hearing people day behind your back. 

Steve doesn’t want you to get caught up in what others are saying about you or feel bad that he now knows you like him. He actually finds it quite flattering.

He hasn’t thought much about dating since Nancy Wheeler broke his heart during Halloween. Still working on picking up those pieces. Hasn’t really cared to give any other girl his attention until you. 

Until you came confessing your feelings in front of the whole school, he didn’t give a fuck about anyone else in Hawkins. But now you are here, sitting right next to him, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, but facing it head on like a true badass.

Steve couldn’t help but want to know more about you, want to listen to you talk all day, want to know what it feels like to kiss your soft lips. 

Steve shakes his head as he needs to expel those thought from his mind before they get out of hand. He definitely doesn’t need to be dealing with a hard-on during math class. Now that would be embarrassing for him. 

He picks up his pencil, twirls it between his fingers and writes back to you. 

Flinging the folded paper back onto your desk where he watches you unfold it and smile to yourself. Steve has never asked to study outside of class before. Your heart is doing flips in your chest as excitement builds, pounding against your ribcage.

But before you could respond the bell rings, ending the class period. And as much fun as you were having talking with Steve via note passing, you don’t have the courage yet to actually speak to him. 

You write your response, reach over to place the paper back on Steve’s desk and hurry out of the room following the crowd. 

—

“YOU’RE DATING BILLY?!?!” Robin practically shouts as she slams into the lockers beside you. The booming sound rippling through the sea of students who still litter the halls. “How dare you not tell me you’re dating Billy? How dare you date Billy. Do you remember who he is, do you remember what he did?” 

“Shhhh.” You cover your mouth with her hand to shut her up. But she licks your palm in retaliation. A pointed glare covers your face as you wipe your wet plam on her jacket. 

A pleased smile overwhelms Robin as she continues on her rant, “I just think you need to be telling your best friend these kinds of things. Remember your best friend, Robin.” She raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Oh my god, can you just shut up for one moment?” You huff and roll your eyes. 

You grabs Robin by the arm and pull her into the girl’s bathroom down the hall. Kicking in every stall to make sure you’re alone and lock the door just in case. 

“Billy and I aren't dating.”

“Ashley S. saw you kissing outside of Mr.Mitchel’s class before second period.” Robin counters your statement. 

“Ok that’s true.” You confirm.

“So…you’re dating then. You’re dating the one man in Hawkins who is a complete asshole. And that’s really saying something since there are many, many assholes here.”

“But it’s not what you think.”

Robin tilts her head slightly, “Then tell me what the fuck is going on.” 

You explain everything to Robin after you walked out of school this morning. You running into Billy, the fake dating deal, a very detailed description of the kiss (even though she didn’t want to hear it), and then the notes between you and Steve.

“Damn, maybe Billy is smart. For making Steve jealous and that’s why he passed those notes.” Robin tries to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Well, I’m unsure if Steve knew about Billy and me during math class. So maybe he doesn’t know anything about the confession and totally missed it.”

Robin stares at me like a complete idiot. “We both know that isn’t true.”

You huff in acceptance. 

“You really plan to date-”

“Fake date.” You correct.

“Fake date.” Robin uses her middle and pointer finger on both hands for quotation marks, “Billy until when? Until Steve magically falls in love with you? Do you really think that’s going to work?”

“I don’t know.” Your shoulders sag, “I would rather people in high school remember me as the girl who dated Billy then the girl who embarrassed herself by confessing her crush. It just seemed better in the long run.” You explain to Robin, trying to justify your response to this situation. But you know you don’t have to justify anything to her, she will stand by your side no matter what. Even if the consequences are entirely stupid. 

Robin takes the couple of short steps towards you, linking her arm with hers, “Come on, let’s go find that new boyfriend of yours.” She teases and you bump into her as a playful response as you both walk out of the bathroom and into the unknown. 

Fortunately or unfortunately for you, Billy was nowhere to be found at lunch. And even though you two weren’t actually dating, him not being around did sending a sink your stomach. You were starting to feel some sort of comfort around Billy. But now you had to face high school alone, well Robin is still around but it felt different.

And though his presence was no where to be found, the rumors of you two dating were wildfire, blazing through the school with no end in sight. All eyes were on you, whether you liked it or not. 

—

You did it. You survived the absoulte worse day of your life so far. 

You are beginning to care less and less that people are still staring at you, whispering about you, but now the whispering isn’t only about your confession for Steve Harrington, but also about you potentially dating Billy Hargrove. Rumors run quick inside the school walls. 

Sure you started off with morning with completely embarrassing yourself in front of the whole school. But now you are ending it by still being an embarrassment about your confession and also dating rumors with Billy Hargrove. Wow, who knew you had it in you to have two crazy things happen to you in one day. 

You follow the swarm of students out of the building that flows into the school parking lot. Your emotions have dwindled down to nothing and your social battery needs a serious recharge. Maybe you can convince mom to say home tomorrow. When’s the last time you pretended to be sick? It’s definitely long overdue. You are feeling as if you need time to digest this crazy day.

You hear your name shouted over the crowd. But you don’t look back, it’s probably Robin who will eventually catch up with you. You hear your name again, except this time it’s a lot deeper than Robin’s. The third time your name is called, the voice rattles your bones as you’d recongize it anywhere. A hand grasps around your elbow, stopping you in the crowd in the middle of the parking lot. 

Rough hands grip onto your soft skin and electricity travels wildly through your body. The small tug spins you around to come face to face with Steve Harrington. His cheeks a little flushes and rosy as he catches his breath. 

“Hi.” Steve exhales as his eyes catch yours.

“Hi.” You can feel the heat rising instantly to your cheeks and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. He is so breathtaking up close. 

Steve’s smile seems shy, almost of if he is nervous to be around you. “We never set up a day to-to study.” His hands shoved into his front pockets as he balances on his heels.

Before you could answer you hear this irritating voice behind you. “There you are babe, been waiting over by the car for you.”

You force a flat smile as Billy stalks over to the two of you, arm dropping over your shoulders. Pulling you in just a little too close. Obviously all for show in front of Steve. Of course, he finally has to show up at the worst time after being M.I.A all day.

“Hey, pretty boy.” Billy taunts Steve. 

Steve’s eyes jump between you and Billy and follow Billy’s arm around your shoulder. His face changes completely, once a cute nervous boy asking about your study session. And now, a man who is challenging another for a mate. 

It is kind of weird, the blanket of rage and testosterone that covers the scene. Billy and Steve staring at each other, not wanting to back down. 

Your body stiffens as Billy’s finger dance across your shoulder, he definitely has no problem playing the fake boyfriend role. “Whatcha guys talking about.” He takes a drag of his cigarette. 

“Didn’t know the rumors were true.” Steve poses the comment towards you. There’s a slight pain behind his eyes but it’s gone as soon as you saw it. So you are unsure if it was ever really there.

“Of course they are true.” Billy squeezes your shoulder and shakes you a little. 

Your gaze drifts down towards the ground, lingering on the tips of your converse shoes. Is this really going to help make Steve feel jealous? You thought that maybe the notes in math were a good indicator that he likes you back? But now Billy is literally in the way. 

You are kicking yourself for ever saying yes to this stupid dating situation. 

Steve nods his head a bit but looks over the two of you in disbelief. Hell, if you were outside looking in at you and Billy together, you’d question it too. 

“What you don’t think we make a good couple, Stevie?” Billy taunts, taking one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and smashing it with the toe of his shoe.

Steve rakes a hand through his (gorgeous) hair and scratches the back of his neck. “I just didn’t think Y/N would be into douchebags.” Steve insults.

“Takes one to know one.” Billy fake laughs and straights up, dropping his hand from your shoulder. 

The air around the three of you is thick, growing more heated with each passing moment as the pissing contest continues to get out of control. You need to stop the two of them from beating each other up or this little plan is never going to work. You never wanted two guys battling it out for you in the first place. Your only wish is for Steve to like you back and he won’t if him and your (fake) boyfriend get in a fight. 

“Steve and I were just talking about planning a study time this weekend for a big math test.” You blurt out, any attempt to release the tension.

Steve picks up on your attempt and backs down, taking a step back from Billy. “Yeah,” he states as he releases a slow breathe, probably all of the built up anger needing a place to go, “Big test in Mr. Mitchel’s class on Monday.”

“Like a study date?” Billy grins down at you. Oh god, he knows where this is going and he’s enjoying it.

“No!” Both you and Steve admit. 

Study date, ha! It’s definitely not a study date. Though deep down inside, maybe you do hope it doesn’t all have to be about studying. 

“Gotcha.” Billy says but you know he doesn’t believe a word we are saying. “Well then, plan away.” 

“Saturday?” Steve asks quickly.

You look over towards Billy for a quick moment who nods his head in agreement. No, you don’t need his permission. Yes, you need a helping hand in saying yes to Steve for a study date. “Saturday works.” You smile at Steve. “7?”

“Yeah.” Steve meets your smile and your heart jumps in your chest. And for a quick moment it feels like just the two of you. But then Billy’s irritating voice has to speak and ruin the moment, like always. 

“Steve, don’t forget to ask for Y/N number so you can call her. Have to know where she lives for all that studying.”

God, you hope it’s more than studying.

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He scoffs. He swings his back pack around and pulls out some scrap paper and pen. He hands you both for you to scribble your number on. You hand it back to Steve and he writes something on the bottom of the page and rips it off to give to you. 

You stare down at his handwriting and see 10 little digitals at the bottom. You eyes grow wide. Holy shit, you have Steve Harrington’s phone number. 

“I’ll call ya.” Steve smiles before walking away, you notice the look on his face, he is damn pleased that he got your number too.

“Yeah, you do that Stevie.” Billy calls after him over the crowd of talking students and loud cars. 

You stare down at the numbers dancing across the paper. You have Steve Harrington’s phone number. In your hand. This has to be some sort of dream. Please, no one pinch you as you don’t want to wake up.

“Don’t be too happy just yet,” Billy whispers in your ear, grabbing the note and shoving it into your front jean pocket, “Remember appearances.” He rest his arm over your shoulders again, spins you around with him and leads you to his car. 

Opening the door for you like some sort of gentleman, you guess the villains can be nice sometimes. You watch as Billy struts around the front of his car, head held high and not a care in the world. God, what you would give to be like that. 

You give him directions to your house. Knowing in some way or another Billy having your address is a dangerous game. You don't to tell him that your parents are rarely home, knowing that he may try to take advantage of that. 

As he pulls up to your house at the end of the cul-de-sac, you pull your bag onto your lap and look over at him. Staring for a moment too long with a wide smile on your face, a genuine smile. In the span of 24 hours, you have confessed your feelings for Steve, talked with him, and got his number. You are most definitely on a roll. All because of Billy. 

“Thanks for making this hell of a day better.” You confess, playing with the hem of your backpack strap.

Billy shrugs nonchalantly and you can see the glint of a smile start to form. But as quick as the smile comes, it’s gone. “You gonna invite me in?” And the old Billy is back.

“Ew, don’t be gross.” You hit him in the arm with the back of your hand, “I will pretend to date you when other people are around but don’t think for one second that my feelings for you are anything beyond that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Billy winks at you.

You smile flatly at him before going to open the door. But before you can open it too far, Billy reaches across your lap and slams it shut. Immediately snapping your head in his direction with a puzzled look. Because that shit was weird. 

“I need you Friday night. 8pm. Look decent.” Billy’s voice is demanding. He isn't even staring at you, just looking back down the street until it turns into woods.

“For what?” You question, confused as hell at what is going on.

Billy turns to look you dead in the eyes, “For your end of the deal.”

---

So...what did you think?

Curious about your answer. If you really did like him or not. Curiosity filling his mind and sends it wildly in every direction. 

He hasn’t spoken to you much, since you are a year younger than him. He also used to be sort of a dick to almost everyone at the school until last year. So he can only imagine what you actually must think about him. 

Suddenly the memory of this morning comes flashing through his mind. Him running into you at the office since he was running last for school. The way he accidentally knocked all of your textbooks onto the ground. His hand grazing against yours as he gave you back your books, a small fire lighting that he didn’t recongize at first. The shy, yet cute, look and diverted eyes you gave him when he apologized. Maybe you do like him, a small fluttering feeling tingles in Steve’s chest. 

You: I’m not going to admit anything if it isn’t true.

And in an instant that tingling feeling is destroyed with a simple sentence. Steve’s heart crushing while his wild mind comes falling back to the ground.

Billy: Baby, It’s just you and me here. No one's gonna know outside this room.

You: Ugh, fine.

There is a pause. The entire school on the edge of their seats as they wait for the next words to come out of your mouth, out of the speaker. 

Steve climbs back out of his slouched position, gripping the front of his small desk, practically leaning out of his chair. Hanging onto every word as your angelic voice echoes over the speaker. Unknowingly speaking to the entire student body, unknowingly speaking to Steve.

You: Yeah, I like Steve Harrington.

—

It is a completely out of body experience. 

The way that time moves slowly around you as your head pounds rapidly against your skull. The look of horror plastered across Robin’s face as she drags you away. Your head instinctively turning back towards Billy in that damn small room, sending you a wink and a kiss goodbye. Sending you off to face life after it has so drastically ended.

The way your heart twists so tightly in your chest, afraid it is going to burst at any moment. Your breaths becoming staggered as you gasp for air with each moving step. Your mind needs all the time in the world to catch up yet the world has decided to move on without you. 

The click of the girl’s bathroom lock shocks you back to reality. 

Your eyes grow wide as you practically scream in Robin’s face. Her arms wrapping around your fragile body, finger tracing circles around your back as you sob into her. Tears, snot, drool leaking from every possible hole. Turning you into an even bigger mess.

This is pure hell on Earth.

Confessing your crush to a friend is normal. Confessing your crush to Billy is plain stupid. But confessing your crush on Steven Harrington to the entire student body has got to be the worst thing that has ever happened to you or anyone in Hawkins. 

How are you supposed to pull yourself together now? How are you supposed to face everyone in school? Everyone now knows your little secret. 

Robin pulls back, holding your shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she wipes a tear from your face. “But now, was it ever really a secret?” She cocks her head to the side in that Robin way. “I mean doesn’t every girl have a crush on Steve. So it is really that horrible?”

You stare at her blankly, tears still streaming down your face. On one hand you understand her, yes Steve is hot so obviously he is many people’s crush. But on the other hand, not everyone has confessed their feelings for him in front of the whole student population. 

You shake your head aggressively yes at Robin’s question. Your eyes wide and red as they plead at your best friend for help. 

Robin rubs your shoulders and brings you in again. Her melon bodywash gives you some much needed comfort at this dire moment. 

After several heart-shattering moments, you and Robin finally leave the girl’s restroom. She thought it would be best for you to leave school before class is over so you don’t have to face anyone else for the day. 

You muster up a small smile before pushing on the outside door handle and exiting the school. The warm air coating your face, warming your vacant body as you step outside. 

The bright sunny sky is the exact opposite of the crushing pain your feel in your heart. Sure you want Steve to know about your feelings, but on your own time, and in your own way. If you could’ve ever gained the courage to tell him. 

You aren’t the most confident in yourself, so you’ve always hid your feelings from the boys you’ve liked. Scared that if they knew then rejection was surely on the horizon. You know you are pretty but there is still something in the back of your mind that stops you from being able to tell your true feelings. 

And this whole situation definitely did not make it easier. Do you think mom will let you stay home for the rest of the year? At least unless Steve graduates? 

You kick a rock across the pavement as you make your way across the parking lot. Unfortunately, you just so happen to also run into Billy leaning against his own car. A cigarette hanging from his lips, almost as if he was waiting there for you. 

Your heart tightening in your chest, lungs expanding and collapsing rapidly, your stomach turning at the pure site of him. If you were drunk, you would definitely rip him limb from limb. Scratch that, you are straight sober and would rip him apart without a second thought. 

Your hands tighten into fist as you walk past him, nose in the air as you won’t give him another second of your day. 

But then you feel him trailing right behind you.

“Fuck. Off. Billy.”

“And she speaks again.” Billy’s hands clap. The sound shocking your system.

You huff, turning around so quickly that he almost runs into you. Crossing your arms over your chest, almost as if they are your armour around your heart. Stopping Billy from playing anymore games. “Haven’t you done enough today? Can’t you just leave me alone after what you did? Do you have no remorse?” These questions spit fire out of your mouth. 

“I didn’t do it totally on purpose.” He flicks his finished cigarette. 

“Wow, thanks, totally makes me feel better.” You fake a smile before turning around to walk away, but Billy grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back to face him. 

Billy pushes his opposite hand through his curls, “Ok fine.” He signs as if this is the most difficult thing to say, “I feel a little bad about it. So let me make it up to you.” He cheekily smiles.

“In your dreams, Hargrove.” You shake your wrist from his grasp.

Billy holds his hands out in front of himself, “I can make it up to you, Y/N.” The look in his eyes is unreadable but sincere. 

“And how would you do that?” You curse yourself for hearing him out. He shouldn’t get any chances to make this situation better, or for his sake, most likely worse. 

“Date me.”

You burst out laughing. A laugh you didn’t even know you still possessed after today’s events, “Seriously don’t make me laugh, my mind can’t keep up with all of these emotions.” Wiping a lose tear away from your eye with the back of your hand. 

“I am serious.” Billy now cross his arms over his chest and leans slightly back on one of his feet. 

“Billy, let me make this very clear so that even someone like you understands. I don’t just not like you anymore, I despise you with all my being. I would never, in a million years, date you.” Your words are coated in venom as you watch them hit Billy impenetrable armour. He didn’t even flinch. “So, just leave me alone so that I can go home and cry myself to sleep and forget that this day ever happened.”

Billy shruggs his shoulders and you finally breath some fresh air as you are free from this hell. You mouth a thank you before turning on your heels and walking away. 

“You know if you start dating me, people will forget about the whole Harrington thing.” He shouts across the parking lot. 

Those words hold you in your place as he may be onto something. Your turn back around and march right back to where he is still standing. 

“You really think so?” You try to even your voice so it doesn’t sound like you are too excited that this stupid plan may work.

Billy shakes his head, “Yeah, we just say it’s some prank. Some stupid foreplay you do to make me jealous. Something hot to get us off.” He winks and you almost barf at thinking about any sort of foreplay with Billy.

But it could work. Are you seriously contemplating fake dating Billy to pretend your confession was fake as well? 

It could work. 

“Just some prank?” You repeat his words. 

He nods, “Then we can do a public break up at some point later on and go our separate ways.”

Your hands find your hips. “And what exactly do you get out of this?”

“I want to kiss you, with tongue.”

“That’s all you want?” You question. 

It feels as if you are asking for way more of him than he is of you. As much as it may physically pain you to kiss Billy Hargrove, it’s only a kiss. And you can still brush your teeth afterwards. He is doing a lot more being your fake boyfriend, for who knows how long (oh god), until this whole love confession thing blows over. 

“Maybe a couple of dinners over the course of a few weeks too.”

You shrug, you can manage a few, hopefully free, dinners. “And without the kissing?” You have to at least ask because that is a lot for him to ask of you.

“Then the deal is off, sweetheart. You will forever be known as the girl who told the school that you have a little crush on Steve Harrington, so sad.” He frowns. 

Billy seems genuinely trying to help you. But he was the one to get you into this situation in the first place. Can you really trust him? Who knows, and at this point, who cares. He is going to help make Hawkins High tolerable again. At this point, you need him. And he kind of seems like he may need you too. 

You scan over his body, his light wash blue jeans and matching jacket don’t make him too horrible to look at. You can pretend to be his girlfriend for a little bit with hopefully a limited amount of barfing. 

“Fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Fantastic.” He claps his hands together, “Now, why don’t you hold my hand and let’s go tell the whole school that you were only kidding about your little Harrington crush.”

–

It took you another twenty minutes of pep talk before you could hold Billy’s hand and walk back into school. Unfortunately for you, it was at the exact time that the bell rang for the passing period between first and second period. 

It is a really weird feeling to find comfort while holding Billy’s hand. Several callouses line his palm, the rough skin poking you. But for some weird reason, it keeps you grounded in reality. 

Sure you are getting looks from every single person you pass in the hallway and sure you want to run back outside and escape from this prison. But you made a deal with Billy, and if Billy is correct then this whole situation should be old news by next week. 

You look over at Billy as he leads down the hallway. He has absolutely no care in the world. The other students part for him like the Red Sea and he is some sort of God. In another weird way, he is sort of like your savior. You shake that thought quickly as Billy is definitely no goddamn saint. 

Billy stops at a row of lockers that are to the left of your second period. He knows your schedule since you’ve both been pulled out of various classes to help with school announcement things in the front office. It never occurred to you that he was actually paying attention. 

Billy pulls you towards him and spins you around so that you are trapped between him and the lockers. The cold metal cooling the air that is circling the two of you. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper, eyes widening.

“Giving them a show.” He chuckles.

You glance over his shoulders to see the dozens and counting eyes that follow your every move. The feeling of suffocating quickly travels up your throat as your eyes lock back in with Billy’s. Then drop quickly to the space between the two of you.

Billy’s left hand lays on the locker by the side of your head as his right hand lays comfortably on your hip. You’ve never had a boy this close to you in a while so you aren't quite sure how to act. Your fingertips play with the hems of your sleeves and you don’t dare to look at him again. 

“Kiss me.”

Your eyes widen as they find his dark ones. Shock, despair, embarrassment coats your shaking pupils as you attempt to understand Billy’s request. He is already asking for a kiss thirty minutes after asking to fake date. 

You hoped it would’ve been longer than this before he was trying to kiss you. But it is Billy Hargrove so who are you really kidding. 

“I-I don-don’t…” You stumble over your words.

Billy leans in close, his hot breath spilling across your ear. “Steve Harrington, confession, remember?”

You gulp as he pulls back, take a deep breath, and wrap both of your hands in Billy’s jacket as you pull him in. His lips collide with yours in a moment and he doesn’t take more than a millisecond to take advantage of his lips on yours. He is fast and eager, and actually kind of good at kissing(?).

His hand finds the back of your head as he deepens himself into you. Letting him take the lead, putting on a show for all of those peering eyes. 

Billy pulls away with a cheeky smile, obviously proud of himself and you roll your eyes. 

“I’ll make sure word gets around that your mine. Just hold your head high and I’ll see you later.” The pad of his thumb finds your bottom lip as he wipes away any remembrance of him. Winking as he backs away and walks down the hallway. 

The final bell from passing period rings and you quickly dip into your next period. Cursing yourself as you realize it‘s math class. 

-----

Let me know what you think! I think I will be writing like 1 or 2 more parts, idk yet. I'll go where the writing takes me lol

Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.

Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her. 

Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises. 

And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.

The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.

But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.

Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.

Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.

The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight. 

Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.

Gilmore Street…that’s where you live. 

Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?

But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened. 

Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction. 

Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem. 

Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.

Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...

A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together. 

It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.

“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.

“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?

“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you. 

Your soft voice speaks his name.

Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches. 

Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.

“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”

Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."

“He got out?” 

“From where?” Debbie asks.

Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.

“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.

The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.

“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.

“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.

And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.

He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.

Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.

~~~

The apples of his cheeks are flushed with hues of reds and pinks as he catches his breath, handing the teacher a pink slip. His backpack slung over one of his shoulders as he weaves his way through the rows of desks. Flashing you a quick grin before sliding into his regular seat right behind you. 

Fuck.

The anxiety starts to replace the calm that was once coating your body. Lip sitting right behind you, probably thinking of all the dirty things he’s been doing to you is making you antsy. You wish you were strong enough to talk to him about all these things but the whole situation is so awkward and uncomfortable. You want this with Lip, but how can you bring yourself to actually talk about it with him?

Time seems to be moving slower than ever as the teacher goes on and on about some math equation that you can’t seem to even begin to grasp. Which is why you need tutoring, which is why you are friends with Lip, which is why you are in this whole mess to begin with.

If you can even classify this as a mess.

It is practically every girl's dream to be touched by a hot guy. You feel a little silly complaining about it but these feelings are so new to you. Not just the sexual ones but the ones that are sparks that you feel in your chest. The ones you feel everytime Lip is sitting just a little too close when he’s tutoring you, or when his hand brushes against yours. It’s these little feelings, the emotional ones, unfortunately, that you can’t seem to shake. And the added sexual situation is definitely not helping. 

You try your best to ignore him. Ignore the way he taps his pencil against his notebook while the teacher is talking, feeling his desk shift while he leans around your head to see the board. Trying to ignore the way his cologne still lingers, the smell engulfing your nose, suffocating you. 

You would give anything to be completely invisible right now. 

But would you give everything to make what you both shared disappear? The answer is a simple no. 

Yes, the whole situation is completely crazy. Yes, the talk of sex still makes you uncomfortable. But Lip is so sweet and gentle with his approach to whatever the hell you two are doing together. He makes this otherwise scary experience so much better. 

His presence completely clouds your mind for most of the lesson. His voice…his moans…are forever burned into your soul. Squeezing your legs together to release any sort of tension that is definitely building. 

You feel the shift of his desk on the back of your chair again, his overwhelming presence oozing from behind as he leans slightly over your shoulder, “Did you have a good weekend?” Lip whispers against your ear. His hot breath sending goose bumps down your body as you almost choke on his words

Fuck.

He knows damn well that you had a good weekend, that you had a great weekend. And he knows damn well that that little comment is sending your mind back to the sweet bliss of his fingers deep inside of you. A brief sigh of frustration escapes you because you can’t live in your dirty memories forever. Curse Lip Gallagher and his stupid fingers for making you feel so good. 

But how are you supposed to respond to him? Should you try to play his little game, knowing that you suck at any sort of dirty talk. Should you play it cool and act like nothing happened? Even though he could probably spot you bluffing a mile away. Lip had that effect on you, being unable to lie in his presence has definitely led you to explaining way more about your life than you want too. 

“It was fine.” You manage to force the words out of your dry mouth.

“Just fine?”

No it was fucking fantastic. The best thing that could have ever happened to you! Is that what he wants to hear? Probably is. 

You chose not to answer him and go back to listening to the lesson, or pretending to anyway. 

After a few moments, you feel a tap on your shoulder and a note appears. Grabbing the folded piece of paper quickly and unwrapping the contents in your lap. 

Meet me in the hallway - Lip

The hallway? 

He wants to talk with you now? Does he need to end it before it gets too far? Can’t he at least wait until class is over?

You can’t even begin to process the information before your heart starts beating rapidly. Your mind racing faster and faster with each passing moment. The hurtful scenarios starts to cloud your mind, prematurely bruising your ego before the conversation even happens.

You slump in your chair, messily writing K on the note before tossing it back to Lip. You think better to have him break your heart when all the other students are in class so then you can hide your tear stained cheeks in peace. 

You hear the paper crinkle as he reads the note and then folds it back up again. Barely any time passes before Lip’s hand shoots up in the air, interrupting Mr.S's monologue. 

“Yes, Mr. Gallgher.” His long face hardly moves, his eyes piercing into Lip like bullets above his small framed glasses. 

“I have to use the bathroom.” Lip’s voice is more invasive this time as it’s not just a whisper. Your foot shakes rapidly as you just need a second to process him.

The teacher shakes his head in approval as a response, the way he nods basically tells Lip to get out before he changes his mind. Lip loudly stands up and walks out of the classroom, not even turning around to give you any sort of signal that you should follow him.

Your eyes follow Lip until he is completely gone and the door closed behind him. Then your gaze immediately shifts to the clock. How much time should pass before you meet him? Would anyone notice that you two decide to leave at the same time? Would anyone actually care?

You start to slightly panic as you now have to think of some excuse to leave class. You can’t say you’re using the bathroom as Mr.S will just make you wait until Lip is back. 

Think, think, think. 

Your head shoots up into the air quickly, your mind racing before you even have a chance to develop a plan. 

“Yes?” Mr.S’s tone reeks of annoyance. 

“I have to go to the nurse.” The words fumble their way out of your dry mouth.

“And why is that?” He questions, his small eyes peering over his glasses into you.

“Period pain.” You say swiftly and everyone’s eyes shift in your direction. You wonder if they are able to tell you are lying. Your gaze focused on the front of the room as Mr.S walks over to his desk, grabs a pen and scribbles some nonsense on a pink slip. 

You quickly stuff the contents that are scattered across your desk into your backpack before walking to the front of the room and taking the pink slip out of his hand. 

The sound of the classroom door clicking behind you sends a shock through your body. Now what? Sure you agreed to meet Lip out in the hall but what was supposed to happen when you actually came face to face with him. 

You take a needed deep breath before looking around the hallway for any sign of Lip. Surprisingly he is nowhere to be found. You feel almost stupid for getting so worked up over a note now that you are standing here by yourself. 

You whisper his name into the empty hallway in case he is hiding. Maybe he really did have to go to the bathroom. Did he want to meet you in the bathroom? No, he explicitly wrote hallway. 

You start to walk down the corridor, towards the bathrooms to give him the benefit of the doubt. But just as you turn the corner you bump right into Lip’s chest. The collision gumbling your mind as you tightly wrap your fingers in his shirt to stabilize yourself. His hands instantly find your waist to pull you closer. 

“Crazy seeing you here.” His words are hot against your face. His forehead barely touches yours as your gaze meets his. His smell is even more intoxicating up close, even more suffocating. 

You forcefully push him away from you, his face changing from his lazy smile to a hard stare. Your emotions are running wild, gambling any and all thoughts as you are waiting for the inevitable to happen. And the fact that he is acting so nonchalant, so casual when he is about to ruin any good thing that happened to you is making this interaction turn more sour than it needs to be. 

Your eyes shift downwards, “Look Lip,” you take a deep breath, “just get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” He sounds confused and if you were really paying attention you may be able to hear the pain in his tone. But you are trying to block him out, needing to block him out to protect yourself from the pain.

You finally meet his gaze, your eyes beginning to swell, glossing over under the harsh fluorescent lights. Your voice barely moves than a whisper, “This,” your hand gesturing to the both of you. Now here comes the pain laced with your voice, “whatever is going on between us. Just end it quickly and get it over with so I can get out of here with the little dignity I have left. I can’t keep doing-”

“Stop, stop.” Lip waves his hands in the air. “I definitely don’t want to end this.” He steps closer to you. Your face softens as he reaches for your hands, his fingers playing with yours as he lightly pulls you towards him. “I definitely do not want to end whatever this is between us.”

“Oh.” Is all you can manage as you stare into his soft eyes. Your chest moving heavily again as you are finally able to breathe at his words. A small laugh is shared between you two as you realized you may have gotten ahead of the situation.

“So are you really going to tell me how your weekend was?” His voice is a gentle whisper, making your head float and your stomach sink.

Eyes shifting downwards where the tips of your shoes meet his. “Lip…”

“Because I was finger deep in a super hot chick.” He says it so plainly, so easily. The words dripped like liquid off of his tongue. 

“Lip…” You whine, your voice bouncing around the empty walls. 

His forehead rests on yours, taking in a sharp breath. Your name hangs gently on his tongue, pulling his lips into a slight smile, “Do you know what you do to me when you say my name like that?” He carefully guides you by your belt loops to lean against the lockers, the cold metal mixed with the heat of Lip raises goosebumps under your skin. He clears his throat, regains his composure, continuing to close the gap between the two of you, “Did anything like that happen to you this weekend?” 

Your heart is beating so fast you swear Lip is able to feel it. His hot fingers dust lightly underneath your shirt hem as he just stares into your eyes, into your soul. You grow easily insecure as you stumble over your words, unsure what you’re supposed to say.  “You know I’m not good at this dirty talk stuff.”

This answer prompts a deep laugh from Lip. His right up reaches to push some hair behind your ear, taking his time to savor this moment. This moment of complete silence, like the world is waiting for him to continue. 

He finally fills the empty void, his voice more even than before, “Honestly, I didn't think I’d be able to control myself around you today. Almost had to skip completely just to process what’s been happening,” His fingers trail your jaw line, finally stopping when his thumb comes in contact with your bottom lip. 

He gulps as his eyes are only fixated on your mouth, “Have you ever been kissed before?” His eyes finally flicker to meet yours. 

The heat rises to your cheeks in shame. Of course you’ve never been kissed before. Unlike sex though, you have thought about kissing before. You’ve definitely thought about kissing Lip, wondering how it would be. Your shifting gaze is answer enough for him. 

“Would you like to?” His question is so sweet and sincere. He wants to be the first one to kiss you. He wants to be the only one you ever kiss. He so desperately wants you to say yes, so badly wants to pull you close and take your breath away. He wants to explain everything that he is feeling with this kiss. Wants you to know how badly he needs this.  

God, yes you want Lip to kiss you. But you’re scared, scared of what may happen when you two finally do. Kissing someone and being this close to Lip somehow seems so much more intimate than the other night when you were at his house. 

You can tell he wants to kiss you right now, the way his tongue licks his bottom lip. The way his bedroom eyes shift from your gaze to your pillowy lips. All motion has stopped from him as he just waits for you to give him the green light.

“What if I’m not good.” You manage to speak quietly, not knowing how to tell him that you’re scared.

“I’ll teach you.” He half smiles.

You begin to stumble over any and all words, “You-you’ve just been with so many girls.”

“And yet none of them make me as fucking crazy like you do.” His confession pushes all the air from your lungs, making you audibly gasp. But instead of wanting to air, you desperately want him. 

He starts to move slowly towards you, his nose brushing against yours. The twirling of your breaths mixing together. He’s gentle, which is a weird word to be using for Lip Gallagher. You’ve seen the way he kisses and he’s anything but gentle.

But he stops just inches from your mouth, hot air coating your lips, “Just tell me you want me.” His words turn you into a mess. You can feel your panties starting to soak through. The effect that this man has on you is too great.

“I want you.”

Those three small words are music to Lip as he doesn’t waste another second to close the gap between the two of you. Capturing your mouth in his, your bodies pressed together as you deepen into him. The taste of Lip Gallagher is sweet and intoxicating. 

But he is anything but gentle, the kiss is overwhelming as if he needs you to breathe. As if he cannot get enough of the way you taste, of the way you feel, of the way you smell. 

Heavy pants fill the space between you as he pulls back, a small whine escaping you as you don’t want this to stop. You never want it to stop. 

His thumb trails over your bottom swollen lip as your mouth pulls into a smile. Your heart is beating so quickly and you are floating, never wanting to crash down, wishing so deeply that you weren’t at school right now. 

“We should probably get back before someone gets suspicious,” You say.

Lip audibly groans out of frustration as he shares the same thoughts as you. “Yeah,” he finally replies. “But you are definitely coming over later.” 

You smile, “Definitely.”

He kisses you one last time, deeply. Your lips still tingle even moments after he is gone and the two of you are walking back to class together. The sweet taste of Lip is forever ingrained in your memory. 

Huffing in frustration as you so badly want to be left alone with your book tonight. The door rattles again, more urgently this time. Glancing over to the clock underneath the tv, the time reads 9:52pm. 

Who could possibly be knocking this late? You question while setting the book down on the coffee table and heading towards the door. 

The person on the other side knocks for a third time. The urgent drumming against the wood prompts you to hurry, glancing through the peep-hole to see who is on the other side.

A smile plasters instantly all over your face when a head of messy blonde hair and a lazy smile looks back at you. 

You didn’t expect Lip to come over since you didn’t have a study session today. He’s been teaching you math and you’ve been helping him with piano lessons. You’ve loved the time you’ve been spending with Lip and have started to develop a little bit of a crush on him. Though you would never tell him. It would grow his ego too much.

He bounces around girlfriends a lot and you can’t seem to catch up. So you just decided to wait this little crush out, but unfortunately, the crush has only grown bigger. 

You instinctively comb through your hair and straighten out your pajamas before opening the door. The night air swirls around you, sending goosebumps down your arms. But you can’t really tell if it’s because of the cool summer night or the man standing in front of you.

He stumbles through the door frame, passing by you without so much as a hello, the smell of alcohol bathing over him. Your high hopes on why he is here plummet immediately as you watch him flop head first onto your couch.  

You roll your eyes as you close and lock the door before shuffling your way across the hardwood floors, passing Lip laying silently on the couch. This isn’t the first time that Lip has come to your house drunk. Usually it’s after a fight with Karen or Mandy. 

Grabbing a glass from the dry pile by the kitchen sink and filling it with cold water, before reaching into one of the cabinets to grab a couple of advil. 

Making your way back over to Lip, setting the cup and two pills down on the table in front of him. You pat his head a little so he knows you are here and make your way to the other side of the couch to sit where his body isn’t occupying the space. 

Lip lays there for a beat. A groan shakes through the room as he musters up the strength to lift his hand, grabbing the two pills abruptly and shoving them into his mouth. He lifts himself only a bit to wash the pills down with a big sip of water. The liquid spilling slightly out of the cup.

You glance over at him to make sure he is ok before picking up your book to continue reading. 

You can feel the shift of the couch as he manages to get into a sitting position. Your eyes glances over for a second to see his head resting on the back side of the couch. 

He must have been drinking more than usual as he’s never this silent for this long around you. 

You almost feel sorry for him. Your mind starts to wander through all the possibilities that make him drink himself to oblivion almost every night. You so desperately wish that you could save him from himself, want to be the one who he can come to when he has problems. But to him, you are just the girl he tutors and nothing else. You need to stop thinking that there can be something more between you two.

Even though your eyes are moving as if you are reading, you aren’t comprehending any of the words on the page. They are all a blurred mess.

“Can you keep a secret?” He mumbles, his voice low and slurred.

You hum in response. Knowing that you will always keep his secrets. You’ve both exchanged more than your fair share of trauma. What’s one more?  

He asks again, your name dripping from his lips like honey slowly spilling from a spoon. “You promise not to tell her?”

“Sure.” You agree, setting the book down on your lap, your finger wedged between the pages to keep your spot. You look over at him, his eyes closed and head still resting against the couch. 

“I think I’m in love.” His cheeks turn a red shade as the huge smile engulfs his face. 

You can’t help it if your heart skips a beat. If it begins to ache in your chest at his confession. That the word he just used is something that you don’t want to hear coming from him. You don’t want Lip to be in love. You don’t want to lose what little hope you have that there might be something between you too.

You don’t want to lose any part of Lip to someone else.

The twist in your stomach stops for only a second before it completely plummets when Lip starts to talk again. 

“She is just amazing and special and everything I want.” Lip coos. 

He’s right. Karen or Mandy are so much better for him than you will ever–.

“God, I just like you so, so much.”

Lip’s confession blasts you. Blowing all of the air out of your lungs, sending your stomach into a bottomless pit, and your mind spinning a million miles per hour. The declaration extinguishes all of your self-deprecating thoughts. 

Your eyes grow wide and you sit up straight. Did he really just say that? Does he know that it’s you he’s talking to?

Lip leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head burying in his hands. 

He wipes a hand down his face as he tilts his head to look at you, “I can’t keep it in anymore. I like you so much,” Your name falls perfectly out of his mouth.

Lip is talking about you. He’s looking right at you.

You search his face for any signs that he is lying but his blue eyes just burn through your soul. You never thought that Lip would like you, never thought it would be possible for him to feel the same way you do.

And now that the words have fallen so perfectly out of his mouth. You can’t help but be too stunned to even respond back to him. 

Lip faces you on the couch, pulling one of his knees to be resting on the cushion between the two of you. 

“This is not just the drunk me talking,” He shakes his head trying to clear it. “I wanna be yours. Now, tomorrow, forever.”

Lip reaches his hand out towards you, palm up. His eyes shift from your gaze to the hand in front of him. A small smile laces through his features as he waits for you to respond.

Within a split second, your heart goes from racing wildly to stopping completely as the weight of Lip’s confession finally processes completely.

Lip likes you.

He’s right here in front of you saying those words. Those three little words that can melt you away. 

You place your hand in his. His thumb instantly rubs against your soft skin.

Then Lip pulls you closer to him, your body weight being pulled into him, orbiting around his infectious atmosphere. You meer inches away from his face, your noses almost touch. 

“Say something.” Lip’s voice breaks a bit, his hot breath hitting your face.

“I wanna be yours too.”

Those words light a fire within Lip’s belly because within milliseconds his lips are on yours. Hungry for your taste. Thirsting to be consumed by you. 

This kiss is more than a confession but a plea not to break the other’s heart. The pressure of him is everything that you need to know that Lip really is going to always be yours. 

~~~~

His fingers intertwine with yours, leading you towards his room near the front of the loft. A smile residing on your face, the giggles still on the tip of your tongue as you watch his silhouette in the moonlight. He is a little rough around the edges but that’s what you like. 

Letting you into the room first, the door shutting quickly after that. And then his body is suddenly so close. Moving the hair away from your neck, his lips kiss the soft skin so delicately. His hands rub along your shoulders down your arms, a trail of goosebumps follows shortly after as you begin to melt under his touch.

His rough hands now run gently across your soft skin, the complete opposite from the moments the two of you shared a few moments earlier. Leaning your back against his chest as his hands wrap underneath your arms, his fingers making quick work of your button up shirt. Tearing the garment off of your shoulder, dropping it to the floor. The cool air mixes with the heat of your radiating skin.

Nick kisses a trail along the back of your neck as he fumbles to get your bra off. The multiple profanities coming from his mouth as he struggles makes you giggle. Finally unhooking the latch before his hands come around your chest, cupping both breasts as you arch back into his embrace. Nick delicately plays with your nipples between his fingers, squeezing, tugging, twisting. All of which cause sweet whines to escape your perfect lips.

Snaking his right hands around your throat, squeezing both sides with his thick fingers around. Pressing his fingertips harder into your skin as his left hand is still tugging at your sensitive nipple. His tongue dragging up your neck, his hot breath in your ear, “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

And the dam near collapsed at his raspy words filling your empty head. A heavy breath releasing from your body as his hands let you go. Suddenly so cold and fragile without his body close to you. 

You do as you are told, turning around to face him. Nick’s eyes bouncing from your gaze to each perky breast in front of him. Licking his lips as you lower yourself on to the floor. Big doe, innocent eyes ready to be defiled starring back up to him and his large stature.

Nick slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, making the movements more emphasized as he practically sees you salivating for his cock. You are driving him crazy. Nick drops his jeans and boxers to the floor, the fabrics pooling around his ankles as he begins to stroke his throbbing member. He reaches out a hand, wrapping his fingers in your hair as he pulls you closer. 

Now only inches away from his leaking tip, “Stick your tongue out for me baby,” and like a good little girl your tongue extends from your mouth directly underneath his cock but not touching it. Nick shakes his head in disbelief, “God, you are so pretty.” His hand release the bunch of hair as it moves around your face, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. 

Squeezing your thighs together from his sweet words. Your body is vibrating as you physically cannot wait any longer until you are able to taste the delicious liquid that leaks from his tip. Finally closing the small gap between your lips and his hard cock, tongue reaching out, swirling around the head as an intense inhale from Nick jolts through the room. 

The fierce sensation running through Nick’s body as he lets out a deep groan, his hand on his shaft moving back and forth as you continue to lick the oozing juices. You don’t dare to break eye contact with him, the hint of a smile running across your face, pleased with being able to make him feel so good.

Your hands graze up his bare thighs, fingers digging deeply into his skin as you begin to take his length into your open hole. Tongue swirling the sensitive bottom before flattening your tongue to accommodate his size as you inch further and further down his shaft. Nick’s hand nestles in the back of your head, wrapping his fingers tightly around your locks as he guides you down. 

Saliva leaking from your mouth, tears accumulating in your eyes as the girth opens you wide. Only stopping when you can’t go down anymore, the tip pressing firmly in your throat. Whining as you try to push his cock deeper and deeper. 

“Stay still for me,” Nick whispers, his breath catching in his throat as both of his large hands hold your face still as he begins to buckle his hips into your mouth. The pace was slow at first, taking his time to explore your mouth with his aching cock. Until he finds his sweet spot, that’s when his pumping increases and pools of water form in your eyes, sending tears down your cheeks. The sound of choking fills the room, fills his ears, instinctively making him pump faster.

Pushing deeper and deeper into your mouth. “Eyes on me baby,” his voice is shaking as you lock eyes with him, his member pushing deeper down your throat. “You can do it baby.” 

His words make you squeeze your thighs together, the wetness starting to leak. The pure act of being face fucked by Nick sending you to the moon. 

Nick thrusts hard one last time but quickly pulls himself out of your mouth. Suddenly feeling so empty without him invading you. Finally filling your lungs again with fresh air as your chest heaves up and down. Nick bends down, kissing you on the forehead as both hands latch underneath your armpits and he’s pulling you up onto both feet.

But what he doesn’t know is that you may not be able to stand. 

Nick’s eyes are soft as he scans your delicate features, pausing for a beat to look at your weakened state. Your hands firmly hang onto his biceps, squeezing as you feel his muscles move underneath his cotton shirt. 

His hand only comes up as his thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling in for a kissing. He is intense. The confidence that radiates off of him, the way he talked, the way he moved, makes your body weak. The overwhelming passion pulsing around the room, wanting to show you that he wants you, that he needs you.

Your lips attempts to match his rhythm but are still feeling loss after what just happened. His tongue pressing against your bottom lip, asking for entry. Letting him in for the first time, his tongue searches for yours, swirling around inside of your mouth as he starts to move you backwards.

Your arms snaking around his neck as to steady yourself, letting him guide you. Your fingers glide upwards, fingers grasping his short brown hair, pulling the strand of hair ever so slightly. You can feel his smile through the kiss. 

The back of your knees hit the bed in no time as Nick gently lowers you into the soft mattress. Breaking your kiss to place light pecks down your jaw, throat, collarbone, breast, nipple, stomach, until he gets to the top of your jeans. 

His fingers make quick work to unbuckle your pants and slide them down your legs. Leaving you in your lace panties with a little bow on the front. His lips pull into a smile when he catches the bow, fingers grazing along the fabric before both hands glide down your thighs. Pushing apart your legs once his hands get to your knees. 

Your core is so sore already, leaking through your undies this entire time. Body shaking as his fingers stroke back up your thighs, tracing small circles on your inner thighs. 

“Nick,” His name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, pleading as the breath falls,  “please.” 

Exactly what he was waiting for, you begging for his touch. His fingers to fuck you, his tongue to suck over your swollen clit. Just like you, he can’t wait to taste the sweet elixir that leaks from your body. 

His pointer finger reaches to graze over the fabric, the light sensation sending your hips jolting to the roof. The waves of euphoria are already circling through your body and he has barely touched you.

Hooking his finger underneath the material as he moves it to the side, exposing your pretty little core to the angel sitting between your legs. His thumb instantly stoking your inflamed nub, applying light pressure to the sensitive area. Your whines muffle through the room as your fingers soak into the rough fabric of the blanket. His name falling delicately from your lips between moans. 

Spreading your split apart with his middle and index fingers, prompting sliding them inside as you. The long digit curling perfectly inside your core. Pumping in rhythm to his circling thumb. 

Digging his thick finger further inside of you, dipping his head as he replaces his thumb with his warm tongue. The soft tissue swirling around your tender clit. Licking and sucking as he fingers continue to pump faster, finally finding a good pace as his mouth puts in the work. 

The repetitive movement sending you over the edge as you moan wildly. Hands tousled in his locks as you buckle underneath his mouth. Grinding rapidly against his tongue as intense sensation pushes you into euphoria. 

Your chest falls up and down as you are spread across the bed, vision still blurry from the amazing overdrive of intensity that just radiated through your body. Lifting your head to meet the cocky smile that is plastered on Nick’s face. The smile of a man who knows you have never felt this way with anyone else. You can’t help but smile back as you let your head fall back into the bed.

You feel the mattress shift underneath you as a hot body begins to hover over your fragile frame. His present totally engulfs yours, absolutely ready to be fucked by this attractive man. 

Your legs spread apart as he positions himself between them. Hand on his leaking cock, pumping several times to lube up his length. Pressing the shaft down as the tip runs against your nub, moving down to your wet entrance. 

A shared moan fills the room as he begins to push into your sweet pussy. Back arching as his size stretches your walls. 

“Fuck…”

“You can take it darling.” He encourages you as he continues to push into your sweet folds.

Your face contorting into pleasure as his entire length is now finally inside of you. Nick lowers himself down, catching one nipple in his mouth. The tiny whimper escapes your lips as Nick starts to pull his hips back, guiding his shaft in and out of your delicious pussy.

His head settles into the crook of your neck as he finds his speed. Arms wrapping underneath you as he thrust deeper and deeper into your folds. Rolling your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his skin sending waves up your body.

Moving in perfect unison with each other as the sweet release is near for the both of you. Nick’s thrust starts to become messier, each hard pound inside of you hitting the right spot. Toes curling as you muffle your screams in his neck.  

Fucking you faster and faster, your whining mixing deliciously with his groans. Shaking breathes all mix together with his lips crashing into yours. 

His pumps becoming sloppy and uneven, “I'm gonna cum,” you hum into his mouth. Making him pump faster than ever before to send you spirling over the edge, a out of body experience as he fucks you into oblivion. 

Nick’s thrust slows as his hot liquid fills inside of you. Kissing the softness of your cheek before peeling away from you. 

Nick collapses onto the bed, a lazy smile firmly plastered on his face. Arms reaching over to wrap around your lifeless frame. Wet kisses lingering down your neck before nuzzling into the soft skin. 

“Maybe we can make this more than just a one time thing?” Nick’s sleepy voice vibrates against you.

“Definitely.”

~~~