#thunderqueers

warnings: 18+, minors dni f!reader insert, alcohol, drunken shenanigans, drunk kissing, attempted seduction, hangovers, (sober) smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, non graphic vomiting, orgasm denial, dom/sub undertones if you squint, blow jobs, dacryphilia, sexual overstimulation, terrible pacing, and i hope you guys will appreciate some ghostwidow and winterguardian crumbs in there too

words: 5.3k

a/n: HI sorry this is like four days later (and shittier) than i wanted it to be but patience is a virtue i guess (^-^;) also this is technically my first time posting a fic on tumblr so i hope my formatting is good lol. hope you enjoy!

song pairing: tongue by GFOTY

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“What the fuck happened last night?” is the first thing you think to yourself as you wake up on New Year’s Day, right after “OW OW OW OW.” The absolutely hellish hangover you wake with leaves your brain with zero room for cognitive thought and hardly any recollection of the night before. You reach over and check your phone, which is mysteriously fully charged despite the fact you don’t remember plugging it in. You turn down your brightness with a wince as you check the time. 8:34 AM. This was going to be a long morning.

Your pounding headache persists as you fail to go back to sleep and subsequently drag yourself out of bed to make breakfast—black coffee with a side of five ibuprofen. Just when you think you can relax knowing that nobody else would be up this early, Yelena strolls into the kitchen whistling a grating high pitched tune.

“Morning sunshine!” she chirps. You can’t even bring yourself to wave, greeting her with a low grumble. “Happy new year to you too,” she teases as she pours herself a mug of coffee with no cream and way too much sugar. “Have fun last night?” Her mocking tone makes it obvious that you did. The throbbing in your head makes it obvious that any fun you did have couldn’t have been worth it.

“How bad was I? Any embarrassing videos you’ve yet to shove in my face?” you ask groggily.

“Surprisingly no,” Yelena responds with a smile.

“So not that bad huh?”

She laughs, “Oh no, you were fucked. I just took pity on you for once.” You groan and rub between your brows. You don’t even want to know. At least not this early.

A moment passes before Yelena fills the silence in the room again. “So… how’d things go with Walker last night?”

Huh? you think. “Huh?” you ask.

She gives you a blank stare. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

“Remember what?” you ask with growing concern.

Yelena gives you a deep sigh as she sits down next to you. She puts a hand on your arm as she breaks the news to you. “You’ve had your little crush on Walker for, what, a month?”

“More than that,” you admit under your breath.

“Right, so obviously your best move was to make out with him on New Year's Eve. A stroke of genius really,” she says sarcastically.

“Wait, I did WHAT?”

“You SERIOUSLY have zero recollection of this?”

“Barely,” you whine. “What happened after that?”

“Nobody knows. He carried you to your room and then came back out and told us he was going to bed. He didn’t…” She trails off and gives you a mildly worried look. “…Right?”

“No! God, no. I definitely would’ve remembered something like that. Besides, Walker’s not that guy.” Yelena sighs with relief.

After a beat she asks curiously, “So… that’s it? Nothing else happened?” You shake your head no. “Huh. Well, good luck with that. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of awkward tension to work through today!” With that she strolls out of the kitchen, leaving you in the dust of your own humiliation as you realize how right she is. Bit by bit the events of last night start to piece themselves together as you attempt to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable mortification to come.

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The floor of the Watchtower on which you all resided was thumping with music and joy from everyone’s favorite disposable delinquents. This New Year’s Eve was the most festive any of you had been in a while considering your general lifestyle leading up to becoming the New Avengers. For your first New Year as a team, everyone seemed deadset on forgetting all of their worries for just one night and letting loose. A livestream of the Times Square ball drop played on the television while Ava popped your third bottle of champagne.

As you all waited for midnight, you, Yelena, Ava, and Alexei were pounding back glasses of champagne along with every type of shot you could think of. Bucky and John stood by making sure nobody broke anything, watching the livestream instead of getting completely hammered—not that their super soldier bodies would make it easy even if they wanted to. Your cheeks bloomed a rosy hue as you demanded another round from Alexei, who stood behind the common room’s bar experimenting with all the spirits and mixers at his disposal.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” John asked from across the room, sitting on the couch nursing a single glass of whiskey.

“I’ve had enough when you’ve had e-shmuff,” you slurred in response before throwing back one of Alexei’s mystery shots. John just laughed in disbelief as he turned back to the TV and pretended to watch some tacky commercial playing. He needed something to distract himself from that dress you were wearing. It was a simple red cocktail dress that hugged you in all the right places. You’d been waiting for an occasion to wear it, so when Yelena told you that she and Ava planned on getting dolled up for your makeshift New Year’s party, you were overjoyed.

Walker didn’t look too bad either. He wore a simple white cotton shirt that stretched snugly over the landscape of his body. Over it, he wore a brown plaid flannel with rolled up sleeves, along with blue jeans that seemed almost skin tight and looked like they were about to burst at the seams.

You had always felt some type of way about Walker, but then for Christmas he’d drawn your name for secret santa. Where everyone else got each other mostly gag gifts and socks, he had gotten you a weighted blanket that he knew you wanted, and a copy of your favorite niche ‘90s movie on DVD. His show of consideration made it impossible for you to get him out of your head for the rest of the week leading up to New Year’s Eve.

“Walker, are you gonna quit being a stick in the mud or are you just gonna watch Hallmark ads and pretend Miss Cheri Cheri Lady here doesn’t make you look like shit when you stand next to each other?” Yelena rambled as she pointed to you.

“Stop it!” you squealed as you gave her a smack on the arm and refilled your champagne glass. “I think he looks amazing.”

John blushed and huffed out a humorless laugh. “Just waiting for this god damn year to be over, Belova,” he said, ignoring the butterflies your comment induced. He was right, though. This year had been full of mediocre-at-best ups and cavernous downs. For every bit it was exciting, it was ten times more exhausting. That was how you justified celebrating so hard. You were about to step into a fresh new year, why not welcome it accordingly?

Before you knew it, it was nearly midnight, the livestream on the TV ticking down the minutes until the new year. “So who’s kissing who?” Ava bantered with her arm around Yelena as the two made their way to the couch.

“Someone who probably isn’t Ava,” Yelena joked, earning her a smack in the ribs.

“Boy, I’m sure hoping somebody will want big Red Guardian smooch, eh?” Alexei cooed while nudging Bucky with his elbow.

He remained completely stone faced as he replied, “Who wouldn’t Alexei. Who wouldn’t,” with a pat on the larger man’s arm, who let out a hearty laugh.

“I know who I’m gonna kiss,” you announced, laying upside down on the couch. Everyone looked at you expectantly thinking you’d say who. John, whether he realized it or not, perked up like a dog hearing its name. “Nooooo you all gotta wait, you pervs,” you giggled, but your gaze still traveled over to John who was sitting on the side of the couch opposite from you. His ears turned pink when you made eye contact, that charming drunken smile plastered on your face.

Minutes turned into seconds as the group counted down. “Five! Four! Three! Two! ONE!” Yelena pulled Ava in for a tender kiss as they smiled into each other. Bucky let Alexei leave a big wet kiss on his cheek as he put his arm around him. Bucky wiped his cheek with a grumble, but his feigned annoyance was betrayed by the smirk that crept onto his face.

Bob sat on the floor and gave a small woo! as he watched everyone celebrate. Yelena and Ava got down and each gave him a friendly kiss on the forehead to which Bob grinned ear to ear. He was just glad to be a part of all the love going around.

Then came you. John watched you tentatively as you crawled across the couch to him, confusion growing on his face. You cupped his cheek and pulled his face into yours, kissing him slow and deep. He was startled for about a millisecond before he kissed you back, hesitantly letting his hand come to rest at the back of your neck. You kissed him for what felt like hours, the cheeky ooooooh’s coming from Yelena’s side of the room being drowned out by the feeling of John's mouth on yours.

Just as you tried to slip your tongue in his mouth, John politely pulled away before you could get too carried away. He stabilized you with his hands on your shoulders before you flopped back on the couch with your hands covering your face in a haze of intoxication and flustered excitement.

“Wooooooow,” Ava chirped from across the room as Yelena fake dry heaved.

“Bring her home safe Walker,” Bucky deadpanned. You laughed in amusement as John failed to sputter out a response to their teasing.

“Hey I thought that was beautiful,” Bob defended with a chuckle.

“Awwww, I think you’re beautiful Bob!” you replied.

About an hour passed before the buzz of the night was reduced to a low hum as the party began to wind down. Everyone had officially cut off your access to the bar, a decision you griped about for maybe ten seconds before getting distracted by John laughing at a joke Bob had made. You spent the rest of the night being completely entranced by him, making attempt after attempt trying to get close and cuddly with him. Eventually, after sneaking one last shot of tequila while no one was looking, you had tired yourself out and were inches from passing out on the couch.

Bucky said as he stood over you, “I think someone’s officially done for the night.”

“Wild child, this one,” Alexei chimed in with a proud grin.

“Does she need help?” Yelena asked.

John answered almost instantly, “I got her.” Yelena raised her eyebrows at how fast he volunteered and strided towards the couch where you were laying. John then turned his attention to you. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, wild child,” he said as he began to lift you from your slumped position.

You managed to stand up with a stumble, then you wrapped your arms around John and let him support your weight. As you stood, a sudden wave of nausea hit your stomach. The next thing you knew you were bent over the toilet seat with John’s hand holding your hair back as every concoction you’d drank that night came back to haunt you.

“I’m sorryyyyy,” you whimpered into John’s shoulder as you got on your feet again, still barely keeping yourself up.

“Hey, no it’s okay,” he insisted while awkwardly rubbing your back. You stumbled a bit as you tried to walk and John caught you. “Woah there, still with me?” he asked, cradling your face to get you to look at him.

“I wanna be with you,” you slurred with a smile, turning John’s cheeks a bright red. Not wanting to deal with trying to keep you upright, he opted to pick you up and carry you bridal style. You squealed and giggled as your feet left the floor.

“Strong… so strong,” you muttered into John’s neck as he carried you to your room. He opened your door and laid you down on your bed. “So big and strong and handsome.” Suddenly you remembered you were still wearing a tight dress and were overcome with discomfort that you didn’t realize was there. “Ugh, get this thing offa’ me,” you mumbled as you started to unzip your dress and slip it off.

“WOAH, okay, you wanna wait for me to leave first?” John said, averting his eyes.

“You can take it off for me if you want~”

“No, I think you wanna wait for me to leave first,” he insisted.

Just as he turned to walk away, you caught him by the wrist and looked up at him. The way you looked was downright sinful. Your hair was falling in your face, dress half unzipped, gazing up at him with dazed, pleading eyes, eyebrows upturned and makeup slightly smudged. You tugged on his arm, wordlessly begging him to sit down. He did just that, timidly bending down to sit next to you.

He was halfway through mumbling your name but you cut him off. “You’re so handsome, John,” you sighed dreamily.

“Thanks, I uh…” He trailed off as you lifted yourself up on your hands and leaned closer to him. You pulled him into another kiss, but he pulled away after just a second. “Hey, okay, relax,” he said bashfully, taking your hand and pulling it away from his face.

“John, I really like you,” you confessed. “I want you, I–”

“You’re drunk.” He said it like he was trying to justify your admission, like it was some kind of joke you were playing on him. After all, how could someone like you feel that way about him?

“Thank you, Catherine Obvious. But drunk thoughts are sober– wait… drunk words are sober thoughts, silly.”

“Catherine–? Whatever. Look, I… I really like you too,” he stammered, “I-I want you but not… like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you won’t remember tomorrow. Like I’d be committing a crime.” You let out a dejected whine because you knew he was right. Why did he have to have such basic decency? “Look, tell you what.” He had your attention immediately. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow but only if you can remind me. Okay?”

“Promise?” you asked.

“Promise. Now why don’t you get comfortable, ‘kay? I’ll turn around, you do whatever.” You did as he said and changed into the first loose t-shirt you saw on the floor and laid in bed on your back. “Nope, don’t lay on your back,” John directed as he turned you onto your side. Your eyes were barely staying open as you felt his hand run through your hair and his thumb gently stroke your cheek.

“Good night John,” you murmured to him.

“Sweet dreams, wild child,” he said before giving you a small kiss on the forehead, one you barely felt as you began to drift off. John whispered one last thing to himself before he shut the door. “God I hope you remember.”

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And boy do you remember now. Once your headache has gone away and you don’t feel like your eyeballs are about to explode when you look at your phone, you make a beeline for John’s room, praying he’d remember like you did.

It’s past 10 AM when you get to his door. You take a deep breath, hope you look presentable, and gently knock. You knew he’d be awake since he’s typically up for his morning run at the ass crack of dawn. “Come in,” you heard from the other side of the door. You carefully open it and step in where you see John sitting on his bed half-dressed in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants. His hair is damp and messy and the room smells like steam and pine-scented soap. It’s criminal how good he looks.

He renders you so speechless that despite you being the one coming into his room, John is the one to break the silence. “Is this about last night?” he asks nervously.

You clear your throat and say, “Yeah. Did I um…” You expect him to finish your sentence or give you an answer. Instead he just raises his eyebrows expectantly, as if he was purposefully forcing you to state your own actions out loud. “Did I try to seduce you last night…?” you finally ask bluntly.

“Oh yeah, big time,” he chuckles at your expense, making you hide your face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m surprised you remember,” he ribs. “Listen, I don’t want things to be awkward. If that’s not how you really feel I understand, really. I'm a little disappointed, but I understand.”

Disappointed. Your heart flutters at that addition. “Who said that wasn’t how I really feel?” He freezes as a crimson flush creeps up his neck. “I seem to recall feeling very disappointed at having to go to bed by myself.” John opens his mouth to apologize but you speak before he can. “I also seem to recall you promising to make it up to me.”

You watch his muscles flex as he stands up and strides toward you. A smirk creeps onto his face as he says, barely above a whisper, “You remembered.” You feel your throat tighten with a strange mix of lust and nerves. Even with how physically near him you had gotten last night, he’s never stood so close to you like this. He towers over you, broad shoulders feeling like they’re caging you into nothing. If you felt any differently about him it would be intimidating. But right now, all you can feel is his breath mingling with yours as he leans in closer to your face. “A promise is a promise,” he breathes before closing the gap between you.

If your memories had been a bit fuzzy before, they’re crystal clear now. His mouth moves against yours like second nature, instantly taking you back to the dreamy haze of the kiss you shared as midnight struck. Your hands come to rest on his chest as one of his snakes up your back and he slots his tongue against yours. The taste of last night’s whiskey and this morning’s toothpaste lingers on his tongue. He tastes like heaven. You can’t help the sound that comes out of you, letting out a breathless moan as his tongue slides against yours.

John chuckles proudly, that arrogant grin he wears shining into your lips before he turns you around and walks you back towards his bed. He pushes you down, a new sense of urgency overtaking his every move. He leaves rough kisses around your neck and collar bones, his beard scratching your skin in a way that makes your head spin. “Such a fucking tease,” he hisses, the sound muffled in the crook of your neck.

You gasp when you feel his hardened dick pressing into you through his pajamas. He drags his hand up your shirt and cups your boob, running his thumb over the nipple until it pebbles. You’re whimpering as you reach your hands down and tug at the waistband of his pants. He tugs your shirt over your head in one swift motion and bends down to mouth at your tits, groping at the other one as his tongue works over your nipple.

“John,” you manage through wanton gasps and moans, “I wanna taste you.”

Without missing a beat he flips you over so you’re on top of him, hands coming to knead the flesh of your ass and thighs over your shorts. You reach down to stroke his stiff erection through his pants while you suck on his neck, nipping at his skin and leaving dark bruises across his flesh. Gruff moans escape him as you palm him, growing more impatient by the second.

Finally, you begin to move south, pulling down his pants and boxers and letting his cock spring free as it slaps against the skin of his stomach. The tip is already reddened and leaking, throbbing with eagerness. You take his length in your hand and use his precum to give him a few slow strokes. The anticipation of feeling the weight of him on your tongue has heat pooling low in your abdomen.

Sharp grunts escape John as you work his needy cock. “God, please,” he huffs. Who are you to refuse when he asks—or demands—so nicely? You bring his tip to your mouth and he twitches at the contact. As much as you’d love to tease him into a whining mess, the craving you have for him is too strong to keep yourself from taking his entire length in your mouth immediately.

His hand flies into your hair, straining to keep himself from bucking into you. He groans as you bob up and down, trying not to gag as he hits the back of your throat again and again. “God, honey you look so good like this,” he moans. “Fuck, those pretty lips look even better wrapped around me.” His praise makes you moan onto him, speeding up as you take him impossibly deeper.

“I’m gonna cum baby, think you can take it?” You do your best to nod while he’s halfway down your throat. “God, can’t believe I had to miss out on this.” His eyes screw shut as you focus your movements on his sensitive head. With a strangled groan, John spills into your mouth as you greedily swallow every last drop of his spend, warm and thick going down your throat, eyes fluttering open and shut.

You take him out of your mouth with a wet pop as his fingers loosen their grip on your hair. You drag your way back up his body, the taste of him still lingering on your lips, and messily kiss him while your hands run up and down his torso.

In what feels like a flash, John maneuvers the both of you so that you’re sitting against him with your back to his chest. He sucks wet bruises into the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades, marking you where he hopes no one will see, a more private gesture than the spectacle you’d put on last night. Just for him.

He keeps one hand alternating between your breasts and brings the other to your waistband, shucking your shorts and underwear clean off. His fingers finally give some attention to your neglected pussy, already dripping with your own arousal.

“Jesus, so eager for me, huh?” he says as he runs two fingers through your slick. You can do nothing but nod in response, your body reacting to any small amount of stimulation he gives you. He starts to rub your needy clit in tight circles making you throw your head back to meet his shoulder.

John shoves his fingers into your entrance and after a few slow thrusts, he curls them in a way that makes you see stars, hitting the sweetest spot inside you. You gasp his name as he begins to shake them at a relentless pace. Your jaw is hanging open in a chain of pleasured wails as his fingers continue their assault on your pussy, rubbing your clit with the heel of his palm. You’re right on the cusp of ecstasy when his hand abandons you in an instant, leaving you empty as the chill of room temperature air meets your hot wet core.

“W-what? Wait, John please–,” you sputter helplessly.

“Shouldn’t’ve been teasin’ me like that all night,” he sighs with feigned disappointment. He brings his hand to your mouth and makes you taste yourself, and he moans at the way your tongue swirls around his fingers. He continues to tease your nipples and you can’t help but arch into his touch, writhing at the unfulfilling sensation. “Y’know how bad I wanted you last night?” John murmurs. “You got no fuckin’ idea.”

You catch your breath enough to ask, “You know you go a little southern when you’re turned on?” He cocks his head like a confused dog. “That slutty little Georgia drawl slips out when you’re frustrated, I’ve noticed it.”

A reluctant ghost of a laugh breaks through his spiteful lust. “Fine, you got me. But that still doesn’t mean I’m gonna letcha’ cum that quick.”

“Maybe I don’t need you to,” you lie through your teeth as you reach your arm around to run your fingers through his hair. “Maybe I can just find someone else who can finish the job.”

Just to prove you wrong, he takes his unexpectedly hard cock and drags it through your velveteen folds, rubbing his head against your puffy clit. You shudder and moan at the contact. “You’re not foolin’ anyone sweetheart,” he teases, though his actions are now cut with a slightly more playful edge. “You were all mine the minute you decided to kiss me.”

“Believe me, I was yours long before that,” you admit.

He brings his dick to your entrance and pushes himself into you. You sink down onto him and immediately start trying to ride him into oblivion, but he stops you, pushing your hips down and holding them in place with bruising force. He sucks his teeth and whispers, “Tried to tell you. It’s not gonna be that easy.”

“God, John please, I need…” you try to stammer.

“What do you need? You wanna cum?” John says, voice laced with condescension. You nod frantically, eyes glued to where he’s disappearing inside you. “Come on, use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, please I want it, so bad,” you cry helplessly.

He takes your jaw and turns your face to him. “Want what? Need to hear you say it.”

“I wanna cum John, I want you to make me cum. Please.”

That seems to be enough for him because with no further instruction, John raises your hips above his, all the way up the length of his cock until just his head is caught at your entrance, then practically slams you back down onto him making you cry out. You bounce on him for what seems like hours with limited progress in your pleasure, legs tiring from the compromising position you’re in. So, through groans of pleasured ferocity, John flips you onto the bed, face down as he starts thrusting so hard you fear the bed might collapse.

You didn’t know your body could contort and arch the way he had you and yet, here you are. His bed sheets muffle the unholy sounds coming out of you as he disappears into you again and again. He grunts and pants behind you and his fingers are rooted firmly in the flesh of your hips as he keeps up his unrelenting pace and vigor. Almost immediately you feel that familiar cord of pleasure pulling tight in your stomach, ready to snap.

John reaches his hand under you to rub your swollen clit and you’re done for. With a few more punishing snaps of his hips, you keen into his mattress as that coil finally snaps in your core. You cum fast and loud around his cock which is still pistoning into you. He fucks you through the aftershocks, milking your orgasm for all it has to offer until your thighs grow slick with your release.

Even when you think you’ve finally had enough, he keeps going. The force of his thrusts is unwavering as he leans forward to mark your shoulders and back. His name seems to be the only word you can remember, repeating it like a mantra as he pushes you to your limits, chasing his own high. He fists his hand in your hair making you let out a strained wail, tears pricking your eyes as he fucks you absolutely senseless. Literally. Any and all awareness you have has become hyperfocused on the feeling of him inside you and the sounds of his pleasure.

Just as you begin to drool on his sheets, John hastily grabs hold of you and, ever gently, manhandles you so that you’re laying on your back with your head on his pillows as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, giving himself more leverage. The new angle combined with the view of his sweat slicked face plunges you back into the whirlpool of pleasure you knew just moments ago.

As John pounds into you with relentless force, he leans down to leave a featherlight kiss on your forehead, completely opposite to the aggression with which he was rutting so deeply into you. “Mine,” he mutters gruffly into your hairline. Pressure builds in your abdomen and you kiss him to keep yourself from waking anyone else in the Tower. It’s no use, though, as he moves to mouth at your neck, his tongue licking the sweat off that sensitive spot under your jaw.

“This what you wanted, huh? For me to fuck you stupid?” he groans in your ear. You nod frantically at his words.

It’s almost pathetic how quickly he has you coming undone for him again. Your second climax rips through you as tears bead down your temples. You practically scream his praises and clamp down on his dick as you cum even harder than before. You can tell he’s close behind, emboldened by the way you flex around him, the blissed out look on your face, the way your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

“Feel so good around me baby. Like you were made for me,” he pants.

“Only you, John,” you pant, the only coherent words you’re able to string together. “Only you.”

His thrusting becomes less strategic and more selfish, chasing euphoria with avarice and desperation. With one last primal growl, he releases inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your exhausted pussy. You card your fingers through his hair, easing him through his aftershocks. His hips meet yours a few more times before he pulls out of you, unbothered by the mix of fluids that drips out of you onto his bed. He collapses next to you completely fucked out and spent.

You both lay there for a moment, the room completely silent except for the sounds of both of your tired panting. John is first to fill the quiet with, “Man. I am… so glad you remembered.”

You chuckle breathlessly and turn your head to look at him. It’s remarkable how quickly he goes from sexy bravado to maladroit teenager. “Yeah. Me too.”

His smile fades slightly. He takes a deep breath and says slowly, “If you wanna forget about this I understand.” You furrow your brow, heart lurching at the suggestion. “I won’t take it to heart,” he continues. “I know you said a lotta things last night but I get it if you didn’t mean them.”

You’re speechless for a moment. “What… the fuck about any of this. Would make you think I didn’t mean every single word I said?” you ask in genuine disbelief. The man was incredibly intelligent in several areas, but lord help him if he’s not the biggest idiot in others.

“You did?” he asks. You nod with an incredulous expression. “Huh. Cool. Cool, cool, very cool.” You just stare at him as he processes the possibility of you being genuinely interested in him. “If I didn’t make it clear, I feel the same way. I mean I-I hope I did. Because I do,” he stutters helplessly.

You just shake your head and kiss him with a smile. Any anxious tension he was holding in his body melts away as his lips meet yours, far more tenderly than he’s used to. “I’m glad,” you say gazing into his bright blue eyes, still clouded with post-coital bliss. His face blooms with a dopey grin and flushed color.

“I’m… so into you,” he admits awkwardly. He hasn’t felt this way since high school. “So where do we… go from here…?”