Yesterday was my birthday. I spent it with tonsillitis but nothing is more fulfilling than sharing this day with the day of liberation from fascism in Italy. Oh, no, wait a sec-...
You and Todd hatch a plan to fake-date as a payback but things spiral a little out of control.
tags:fake dating,comics,sexual tension, little smut, comics references,bad language,friends to lovers.word count: 4.4k
Todd Haynes was a good friend.
No, scratch that—Todd was more than a good friend. He was like a martyr. Every single day, without fail, he showed up at the same comic book store, at the same time, and sat wedged between his friends and their girlfriends, trying not to look like a third wheel in his own friend group.
Most of the time, Todd’s attempts to blend in were pathetic yet endearing. He’d tap his fingers idly on the computer screen at the corner station or throw out jokes that nobody acknowledged, too busy kissing their partners to notice the poor guy.
But Todd tried. Oh, he tried.
From behind the cashier counter, you’d seen it all. In school, Todd had been the “good guy,” the kind who helped dissect frogs in biology and never forgot to say “thank you.” He even helped with your science fair project and major lessons. But he was hopeless when it came to talking to girls. Except for you. For some reason, he was surprisingly comfortable with you, once confessing that his friends “weren’t the same anymore,” his dark puppy-dog eyes filled with quiet sadness.
By now, Todd was a fixture at the store, loyal as a golden retriever. He’d occasionally throw you these silent, pleading glances from his seat, the kind that screamed, Please rescue me. You’d always smile back, offering him an unspoken promise that everything would be fine.
Sometimes, he’d give up entirely and wander over to your counter, hands jammed in his pockets, muttering under his breath about how no one even noticed he was gone. And today was one of those days.
Todd approached, walking awkwardly like he wasn’t sure what to do with his limbs. “Hey,” he greeted softly, leaning on the counter with his forearms.
“Hey, are you new here?” you teased, mimicking his stance and leaning closer. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”
He grinned, looking down at his sneakers before glancing back at you, his curls bouncing slightly. “Yeah, real funny. Feeling a little ignored, you know?”
“Yeah, I see that,” you said, lips pressing into a sympathetic line as you nodded. “That sucks.”
“Definitely sucks,” Todd agreed, letting out a deep sigh. His gaze darted briefly toward his friends, who were predictably preoccupied with their girlfriends, then back to you.
“So,” you said, tilting your head and flashing him a small smile, “what brings you to my boring table instead of wandering around your comic paradise? You do love comics.”
He tried to suppress his smile but failed, his lips twitching. “Maybe I prefer talking to the boring cashier girl over sitting there like a statue with my friends and their, uh, annoying girlfriends.”
“Annoying, huh?” you teased, resting your chin on your palm and watching him ruffle his curls nervously. You couldn’t help but admire how adorable he looked when he did that.
“Well… not annoying, exactly,” he clarified, pausing as he pouted slightly. “It’s just… I miss my friends. They’re always with their girlfriends. It makes me think maybe I should… you know, get one too. Might catch their attention.”
“Let’s date, then.”
The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your eyes widened as Todd froze mid-rumple, his hand still tangled in his hair.
“What?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly, a mix of shock and hopefulness on his face.
You cleared your throat and straightened up, trying to play it cool. “We should date,” you repeated, attempting a casual smile, though your heart was practically doing cartwheels.
Todd blinked at you, his lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out.
“As a plan,” you added hastily. “You know, to get your friends’ attention.”
“Oh,” he said softly, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. “Right. A plan. Sure.”
“Trust me,” you said, grinning and giving him a playful wink.
The wink made him freeze. He stood there like a statue, his brain clearly short-circuiting.
“Sam!” you called out to your coworker, a blonde girl wiping down shelves nearby. “Can you cover me for a bit?”
Sam turned to you, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. “Sure, lovebirds. Just remember: protection’s mandatory.”
“Oh my God,” you groaned, facepalming. You grabbed Todd’s hand, ignoring his squeak of protest, and marched toward his table.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he stumbled along behind you.
“Hey!” you greeted cheerfully, standing between the two couples who immediately stopped their make-out sessions to stare at you—and the bright red Todd attached to your side.
“Hey,” Katie said with a wave. Dave raised an eyebrow at Todd, his face a mixture of confusion and curiosity, silently asking dude, what are you doing?
“I just wanted to borrow Todd for a bit,” you announced. “He forgot he had a date with me today. Right, sweetheart?” You hugged his arm, pressing it against your side.
Todd’s brain went into overdrive. Don’t think about her body. Don’t think about her body.
“Sweetheart?” Erica repeated, her eyebrows practically touching her hairline.
“Yeah,” Todd said, his voice cracking as he nodded. “We, uh… we have a date.”
“That’s right,” you cooed, squeezing his arm and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “I’ll just grab my stuff, and we’ll be off, okay?”
Todd could barely manage a nod, his hand instinctively touching the spot where your lips had just been. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck—in a good way.
As you disappeared into the staff room, Dave turned to Todd with wide eyes. “Dude! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating the atomic bomb girl that also happened to be the cute cashier you’ve been crushing for 6 months?”
Todd froze, his mind racing. “Uh… didn’t want to ruin the surprise?”
When you returned, now dressed in your favorite blue jeans and a simple top, Todd’s eyes lit up like a puppy seeing its owner.
“Ready?” you asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Yeah,” he replied, grinning so wide his dimples showed. “See you guys later!”
And with that, Todd followed you out, a spring in his step and a goofy smile plastered on his face. Maybe loyalty to his friends wasn’t so bad—especially when it led to this.
“I think we should follow them,” Dave declared, his tone dripping with suspicion as he watched the two of you cross the street.
“What? The guy finally got a girlfriend. At least now he won’t be a third wheel,” Martin retorted, frowning at Dave’s paranoia.
“Something’s not right,” Dave muttered, adjusting his glasses and scratching his head. “He’s never talked to the cashier girl for more than two minutes outside of school.”
“Dude, he’s been talking to her more than any of us. You just didn’t notice because you were too busy making out in a comic store,” Martin shot back with a smirk.
“That’s true,” Erica chimed in. “She even gave him a brand-new, unreleased Kick-Ass volume. That’s VIP treatment if I’ve ever seen it.”
“I don’t know,” Dave replied, his shoulders slumping as confusion clouded his blue eyes. “It’s just weird. Todd would’ve told me if he had a girlfriend. We’ve been friends since forever.”
“Until you pretended he didn’t exist,” Erica accused, rolling her eyes. “Don’t take this personally, but I think he feels ignored. We made him feel that way.”
“Hey, I’m sure Todd knows how to take care of himself,” Katie interjected, squeezing Dave’s hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to worry.”
Dave sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah… but I should definitely follow them.”
Before anyone could stop him, Dave suddenly bolted from his spot, attempting to stealthily tail you and Todd. His friends exchanged incredulous glances before reluctantly trailing after him.
Meanwhile, as you and Todd strolled hand in hand, Todd’s eyes darted nervously between you and the unfamiliar streets.
“Uhm… where are we going?” he inquired, his voice tinged with cautious curiosity. It hit him that you’d ventured far beyond the comic store—and his comfort zone.
“On a date, obviously,” you replied with a laugh, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Yes, Todd,” you teased gently. “It’s a real date. You’re on a real date.”
His cheeks flushed a deep pink as he nodded, processing your words like they were a foreign concept. “A real date,” he echoed softly, as if trying to convince himself.
“Yeah,” you affirmed, sneaking a glance at him. “I’ve actually wanted to hang out with you for a while. You’re a really sweet guy.”
You smiled, but the warmth creeping up your face betrayed your nerves. Todd noticed, and for the first time, he didn’t feel like the only one struggling to keep his cool.
“Am I?” he asked quietly, his dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away.
“You are,” you assured him, your voice steady.
“Well,” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck, “you’re… really sweet too.”
“Thanks,” you said, throwing in a playful wink.
That wink almost made Todd trip over his own feet. His brain short-circuited as he stared at you, his hand instinctively tightening around yours. He suddenly felt a twinge of unease, like someone was watching.
You noticed it too. A strange sensation of being followed pricked at your senses. Turning slightly, you spotted a familiar figure crouched behind a trash can. A giggle escaped your lips. Did Dave Lizewski really think he could hide his lanky frame behind such a tiny bin?
“What the hell are you doing, Dave?” Martin whispered harshly, hiding at the street corner with the others.
“Shut up! I’m trying to hear what they’re saying,” Dave hissed, tilting his head for a better view.
“Todd,” you said, still giggling.
“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion at your sudden amusement.
“We’re being followed,” you announced, stifling another laugh.
Todd froze, his wide eyes scanning the area frantically. “What? That’s not funny! What if it’s someone dangerous?”
“You’d laugh if you knew who it was,” you countered, pointing discreetly at the trash can.
“Oh.” Todd groaned, facepalming when he spotted Dave awkwardly crouching. “Of course. Typical Dave. He probably thinks you’re kidnapping me.”
“Well, I am dragging you to an unknown location,” you teased, squeezing his hand.
“Right. I should call the cops… or my paranoid friend,” Todd joked, feigning panic. “Help!”
You covered his mouth with your hand, laughing. “Don’t do that, or they’ll actually think I’m a kidnapper.”
“Why would they think that? My kidney’s probably worth three dollars on eBay,” Todd quipped, his laughter bubbling up as he began walking beside you again.
“Three dollars is enough to buy some candy,” you teased, tugging him closer.
“Yes, ma’am! I’ll have my kidney ready for you,” he replied with a mock salute.
“Good,” you teased back. “I’ll take you to my house for the experiments. Those three dollars will come in handy.”
“Oh no! Not my kidney!” Todd exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest. “At least sell it for five bucks so you can buy a sandwich.”
“You’re adorable, Todd,” you said with a giggle, watching his face flush. “Plus, your friends will definitely believe you have a girlfriend when they see you go into my house.”
“Wait… seriously? You’re taking me to your house?” he stammered, his voice squeaking slightly.
“Yeah, why? Is that a problem?”
The real problem was that he’d never been inside a girl’s house—especially not the house of the girl he’d been secretly crushing on. “Uh… no problem. Let’s go.”
With that, you led him toward your cozy little house, its warm yellow lights glowing invitingly in the windows.
"Okay, dude, enough stalking. You don’t want to ruin your friend’s fun time." Martin gave Dave a firm pat on the shoulder, watching him relax for the first time.
"Yeah," Dave muttered, shrugging. "I’ll wait for his call."
"Anyone hungry? I know a good spot nearby," Katie chimed in, attempting to lift the mood.
"I am," Martin said, perking up with a smile.
"You’re always hungry, Martin," Erica teased, nudging him playfully as she hugged his arm.
The group started to leave, though Dave couldn’t resist glancing back one last time, his lingering paranoia evident. Still, he began to understand. Maybe this was real. Todd had a crush on you, and you’d been talking. It made sense.
“This is me,” you said casually, unlocking the door and stepping inside, pulling Todd along behind you.
“This is… your house?” Todd stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he hesitated in the doorway.
“Yep. I figured we could hang out here. It’s comfortable,” you replied, kicking off your shoes and motioning for him to do the same.
Todd lingered awkwardly, glancing around as if stepping inside might trigger an alarm. “Uh… are you sure?”
“Positive. Come on, don’t make it weird,” you teased, grabbing his hand again and leading him into the cozy living room.
The space was warm and inviting, with fairy lights strung along the walls, soft blankets draped over the couch, and personal touches scattered throughout—sketches on the fridge, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on a desk, and a stack of movies by the TV. Todd grinned, feeling like he’d just stepped into your world.
“This is… a really nice place,” Todd said, his voice tinged with awe as his eyes wandered.
“Thanks,” you replied, smiling shyly. “I don’t usually go out much. I like staying in—it’s my comfort zone. No awkward silences or distractions. Just… peace.”
Todd tilted his head, his lips quirking into a small smile. “That’s… different. But it makes sense.”
“Why’s that surprising?”
“I guess I just thought you were super outgoing,” Todd admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re amazing at the science fair, you’re great at your job, good talk, and then you decide to… you know, hang out with someone like me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? ‘Someone like you?’” you asked, frowning slightly.
Todd chuckled nervously. “You know, a dork. Didn’t think I’d land on your radar.”
You clasped your hands together, sensing his hesitation. “Are you uncomfortable? Because if this—”
“No! No, I’m good,” Todd interrupted quickly. “I mean it. I like being with you. You’re great.”
You felt your cheeks flush at his shy yet genuine smile. “Aww, thanks, Todd. And you’re my favorite comic nerd, so the feeling’s mutual.”
“You mean nerd privilege?” he joked, relaxing a bit more.
Laughing, you gestured to the couch. “Why don’t you pick a movie while I grab some snacks?”
Todd nodded and settled onto the couch, sifting through the stack of DVDs as you disappeared into the kitchen. He couldn’t help sneaking glances at you while you hummed softly to yourself.
When you returned, carrying popcorn and soda, Todd held up a Superman DVD with a grin. “How about this one?”
“Solid choice,” you said, settling onto the couch beside him and draping a blanket over both of you. “A bit overrated, but he’s still my favorite DC superhero.”
“You can’t be serious.” Todd laughed, mock disbelief coloring his tone. “You’re saying this to the number one certified Flash fan.”
“The Flash?” you repeated, crossing your arms in mock offense. “If I’d known my boyfriend was a Flash fanboy, I might’ve reconsidered asking him out.”
“Oh no, this is great news,” Todd countered, grinning. “Because your boyfriend is about to convert you to the superior side of DC. I’ve got some top-tier arguments ready.”
“Bet you do.” You rolled your eyes but slid a little closer, your knees brushing against his. “But we’re watching Superman, so your ‘superior side’ argument just lost some credibility.”
“Hey, I like Superman,” he admitted, laughing. “But come on—The Flash is way cooler. I mean, an alien living on Earth and dating humans? That’s practically a horror movie plot.”
“Oh, sure,” you shot back, smirking. “Because a guy whose only power is running fast is totally thrilling.”
“Fine, Lois Lane, you won this one” he teased, narrowing his eyes playfully.
“Fine, Barry Allen,” you replied with a giggle, grabbing the remote to start the movie.
The movie began, and for the first few minutes, Todd sat stiffly, clutching his drink like a lifeline. Eventually, though, he relaxed, especially when you leaned in closer.
“This is great,” Todd muttered, glancing at you nervously. “For kryptonite fangirl, obviously.”
“It is,” you replied, smiling warmly. “For a Flash fanboy.”
As a romantic scene played out on the screen, Todd squirmed slightly, his cheeks reddening. You noticed and couldn’t help chuckling softly.
“What?” he asked, trying to sound defensive but failing to hide his sheepish grin.
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” you teased, nudging him playfully.
“I’m not flustered,” he protested, though his face betrayed him. “They're doing that thing on TV. Unnecessary. Um, just judging. One star on letterboxd.”
“Sure, Todd,” you teased again, leaning in slightly.
He turned to look at you, his dark eyes wide with uncertainty. “Do you really think I’m sweet?” he asked softly.
Your breath caught. “Of course I do,” you said, your voice steady. “You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”
“You’re just saying that because of the science project,” he mumbled, looking down.
“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that,” you said, frowning. “You’re amazing, smart, and funny. Meeting you has been one of the best things that’s happened to me.”
“Really?” His eyes lit up, and he glanced at you fully.
“Really,” you affirmed. “Getting to know you, even through this fake dating thing… it’s been great.”
“Yeah,” Todd said, smiling wistfully. “Fake dating…” His voice trailed off as his thoughts churned. He couldn’t let this moment pass. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in slightly.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” you said, your grin bubbling with curiosity.
“I think…” Todd hesitated, his nerves screaming at him to stop. But he pressed on. “You’re awesome.”
“Awesome?” you repeated, chuckling. “I’ll take it.”
Strike one.
“No, I mean…” Todd fumbled, his face reddening further. “You’re awesome, but you’re also cute. And I mean, like, really cute.”
“Really?” you teased. “Must be the makeup. I learned it on TikTok.”
Strike two. If Todd Haynes loses this ball, he'll be out of the game next season.
“No, I mean…” He chuckled nervously, gathering courage. “You look great without makeup too.”
Your eyes widened slightly, catching the genuine tone in his voice.
Home run.
“And,” he continued, leaning closer, “you’re more than beautiful. Your hair smells like flowers, your smile makes everything brighter, and… I don’t know. You just make me feel like I can do anything.”
“Todd, I—”
“You’re amazing,” Todd said, his voice soft but resolute as he closed the small distance between you. “And I don’t want this to be fake anymore. I want to date you. For real. Not to get Dave’s attention or look cool at school prom—I want to be your boyfriend. Really your boyfriend.”
His earnestness made your heart skip a beat. “Todd…” you whispered, his name barely audible.
“You’re beautiful,” he said again, his courage fueled by the moment. “God, you’re so beautiful. I thought Megan Fox in Transformers was peak beauty, but you—” He shook his head, his grin shy yet full of awe. “You’re a whole new level. It’s almost illegal.”
You felt your cheeks warm as his dark eyes searched yours. His hand lifted to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, your heart pounding like a drum.
“And you’re so patient,” he continued, his tone filled with admiration. “I don’t know how you deal with those loud, annoying customers at the store. They curse, slam doors, and you just… stay calm.”
You chuckled softly, your breath hitching. “Fear of losing my job is a pretty good motivator.”
“No, it’s more than that,” he said with a shake of his head, his lips curving into a smile. “I get why Clark Kent’s your favorite now.”
You tilted your head, your laugh bubbling up. “Oh? And why’s that? Because we’re both too stupid for our own good?”
“Maybe,” he teased, his eyes dancing playfully as you smacked his shoulder lightly. “Okay, I deserved that!”
“Totally,” you said, raising an eyebrow in mock warning.
His teasing softened, replaced by something deeper as he reached for your hand resting in your lap. “But seriously? You remind me of Superman because you care about everyone. No matter who they are, you always give them your best. You have this… heart so big, it’s like it’s from another planet.”
Your lips stretched into a grin so wide it almost hurt. “Oh, just kiss me before I remember you’re a Flash fan saying all this.”
Todd’s face lit up, and his voice dropped to a playful robotic like tone. “Message received, Kal-El.”
Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, tentative kiss. It was everything—gentle, warm, and full of the emotions you’d both been holding back for months.
The first kiss broke just long enough for him to smile against your lips, the joy radiating off him contagious. Then he kissed you again. And again. And again. Each kiss deepened the connection, tearing down the walls between you. Then, it deeps, enough to get you down on his lap to show all the love you keep up for him. Surprisingly, he was very good at it. Suspiciously good.
“You're a virgin. I mean, you were til minutes ago. where did you learn to do things like this?” You whispered, unable to breathe correctly, wiping the sweat of your forehead.
“Uhm… Porn?” he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Chuckling when you rolled your eyes.
“Obviously.” You snorted, kissing him deeply again, moaning when he squeezed your tits in his hands. “Todd…”
“Oh, don't call me this way…” He whined, pouting his lips. “It'll be hard again.”
You chuckled, kissing him again before nestling comfortably on his lap, anchoring on his perfect naked figure watching him reluctantly open his eyes, too dizzy. “I can't believe we turned into a fake dating cliche.”
“No. I can't believe my mom's corny rom-coms were a real thing.” He emphasized, pecking your lips again. His puppy eyes insisted on looking at your breasts up and down by the heavy breathing.
“You know we're being corny right now, aren't you?” you teased, biting his bottom lip, watching him take a deep breath by the touch of your teeth, caressing the soft skin of your butt.
“But we can.” He chuckled, doing the same thing on yours and squeezing your bare waist, peppering kisses on your neck.
“Now we're acting like your friends in the store.” you joked, watching him down his head, laughing.
“No, I'd never do that in public. They literally devour each other on that bench. I prefer to keep your purrs for myself alone.” He added, nipping your shoulder.
“Yeah, it's too much.” You replied, wiggling when his nippings moved to your neck. “But we had to do it as revenge, okay? In clothes, of course.”
“Okay.” He grins and places his head on the crook of your neck, resting on your scent and locks of hair.
The night had ended perfectly, with Todd by your side. But eventually, he had to leave, spurred on by frantic texts from his mom, who was convinced he’d been kidnapped by a mysterious “nerd-chasing seductress.” Dave’s running commentary hadn’t helped matters, and Todd silently vowed revenge on his friend.
The next day, you spotted Todd in the school hallway. With a quick wave from across the corridor, you mouthed, “I’m late for work!” before darting off, your hurried steps echoing down the hall.
Todd grinned like a kid at Christmas, completely oblivious to Dave’s scrutinizing glare as he approached with Martin. So lost in watching you, Todd didn’t notice Dave muttering something beside him.
“Distracted, Todd? Is the morphine still in your system?” Dave asked, his tone dripping with suspicion.
“Yeah, dude. Morphine,” Todd replied absentmindedly, not even bothering to look away from the sight of your retreating figure. His gaze lingered a little too long, especially when your hips swayed just right.
Dave turned to Martin, whispering, “I knew it. The morphine’s done permanent damage.”
Martin just shook his head, suppressing a grin at the whole situation.
“Congrats, dude,” Martin said finally, clapping Todd on the back and holding up his hand for a high five. “She’s a catch.”
Todd returned the gesture, sighing dramatically. “She’s gonna be the death of me, man. I’m screwed. Can’t live without her now.”
“Stockholm syndrome and manipulation!” Dave threw his hands in the air, eyes wide with exaggerated exasperation. “Am I seriously the only one seeing this?”
Todd smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. “Oh yeah, help me out, Dave. I’m totally trapped. Rescue me from the hottest girl in school who—oh, I don’t know—kissed me handsy in her house last night.”
Both Dave and Martin froze mid-step, their jaws practically hitting the floor.
“She what?” they shouted in unison, their disbelief echoing through the hallway.
Todd rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating as the memory of the intense moment replayed in his mind. “Yeah…” he muttered, more to himself than to them. “She kissed me… in her house. While we were watching Superman. Take that, Lizewski. My girlfriend is a hot nerd. Change the score, because I literally won this game. Roasted.”
Dave groaned, smacking his own forehead, while Martin just started laughing uncontrollably. “Man,” Martin said between chuckles, “This is gold. Absolute gold.”
Dave, however, narrowed his eyes at Todd, muttering darkly, “I’m watching you, Haynes. One wrong move, and she’ll find out you still collect Power Rangers figurines.”
Todd grinned, finally breaking away from the haze of his thoughts. “Go ahead, Dave. But remember—she kissed me. On her couch. Gonna spare you from the details so you don't get humiliated.”
And with that, Todd sauntered off with middle fingers up, leaving Dave shaking his head and Martin still laughing.
From that day on, Todd Haynes didn’t care about being the third wheel anymore. No, he was too happy with his beautiful, hardworking girlfriend to care about his friends kissing on a benche—and Dave comments on you being a witch. You were much more interesting than anything else in the world. And every single evening, without fail, Todd made sure to walk you home—his own personal heroine, safe and sound by his side.
I've never seen Kick Ass (I know, I know) but I absolutely want to recommend this ff to you! It's a simple, fun story and the dialogues are very believable! I really appreciated the characterization of the characters!
summary: 🦃 It's Thanksgiving, and the troupe is enjoying a collaborative dinner. You're sat next to Jimmy Darling, who you've been flirting with on and off for the past week. After dinner, you discover that he's still hungry.
word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.9K! | food mention, mentions of arousal (both male and female), semi-established relationship, semi-public making out and cunnilingus.
a/n: requested by @american-horror-whore! I hope this was everything you wanted bby!! thanks for the request, I so so so missed writing for my boy. also happy early thanksgiving to my followers!! i'm super thankful for all of you guys! divider by @/strangergraphics
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It’s Thanksgiving, and you’re feeling mighty thankful. That was for sure. You scoop the last bit of sweet potato casserole into your fork, smiling over at Eve as she recounts one of her favorite stories from days past. You’d been a member of the show for a month now, but they’d wasted no time in making you feel like you’d been there since the beginning. You’d found a specific sort of camaraderie there, the kind that only comes from shared experiences and understood feelings. It must be similar to a sort of sorority or something.
Jazz drifts from the record player in the corner, serenading everyone with a relaxed romanticism. The wooden table is stuffed with dishes; almost everyone had pitched in to make something for the dinner. You’d made the stuffing, and helped Ethel with the turkey. As a little extra decoration, you’d gathered some of the fall leaves and scattered them along the table, which paired nicely with the candles that Elsa had brought in from her tent. Everyone was in good spirits, but especially Jimmy Darling, who, like everyone, had been indulging in a little of his mama’s hooch.
He’s drunk, his complexion flushed and healthy. He keeps leaning into you, letting one of his large hands make a fist in your skirt, hiking it up and tugging it towards him. You scoot closer – as close as you can without being on his lap. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, but you can’t help it; the butterflies that he gives you take control of your system the second he’s in the room.
“Hey dollface,” Jimmy suddenly murmurs next to you. “Pass the pie, would ya’?”
“Only if you cut me a piece too, Jimmy…”
You don’t wait for an answer before pushing yourself up off the bench just enough to reach the plate of pumpkin pie, carefully sliding your hand underneath the ceramic dish. Desiree had baked it along with the sweet potato casserole that afternoon and you were fairly certain that everyone had been eyeing it the entire dinner. The top of the pie was a perfect orange, glazed and delicious, while the crust was a delicious looking golden brown. To top it off, it was still warm.
You set the pie in the space between you, smiling politely at Jimmy as he got to work cutting out a slice with his fork. The first one goes to you with a bright, crooked smile; he was always such a thoughtful, handsome gentleman. Admittedly, that was part of the reason that you two had been courting each other for a week now, secretly meeting to kiss and explore each other’s warm bodies in the dead of night. You weren’t embarrassed of him, nor shy, but he was very aware of the rest of the troupe’s prying eyes, specifically Elsa’s and thought it better if for now, you two kept things quiet.
Eve’s eyes flit to yours, a tender smile on her lips. You think she knows, but she’s got enough sense not to say anything. You blink slowly and turn your attention back to Jimmy, who has his hand on your bare thigh now, fingering the silky hem of your nylons. Underneath the table, you toy with Jimmy’s ankle, rubbing your own against it and lifting the pant leg. He lets out a little moan through closed lips – inaudible to everyone but you – and squeezes the meat of your thigh. With a mean poker face, Jimmy takes a forkful of the pie and shoves it into his mouth. To everyone else, he just looks a little buzzed – which he is. But to you, he looks buzzed and horny; from the way those brown eyes are half-lidded and heavy to the way his jaw hangs slack every time he looks over you, scanning your body and kneading your thighs like dough. You pick up the tiny nuances of his arousal and gobble them up as quickly as you do the pie.
The rest of the dinner goes on with laughter and shared stories until Elsa announces that she must get her sleep. Ethel stands up to begin clearing the empty dishes. You get to your feet and help her, knowing full well that she intended to do it all herself.
Once you finish, you head out of the main tent, wiping your hands on the back of your dress. Everyone’s dispersed. Jimmy’s gone – probably stumbled back to his trailer in a drunken food coma. You laugh to yourself and head back to your caravan.
Just as you pass his trailer, Jimmy emerges from the shadows, a flash of skin as his conjoined fingers wrap around your smaller wrist with ease. “No, no… where do you think you’re goin’, sweet face?” He tugs you back towards his trailer. “Baby, c’mere…”
His back hits the metal exterior of his caravan with a thud and he pulls you atop of him, wrapping both his arms around your lower back. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was coincidence. Whatever it was, had put your trailers next to each other the day you’d rolled in. That made it very easy for you two to canoodle whenever you wanted without attracting too much attention.
Hidden in between the two trailers, amongst the sound of rustling grasses and distant cars, you press your lips against his plush, pink ones and dive in. Kissing Jimmy is like licking the inside of a honey pot; it’s addicting, warm and the saccharine notes of his kisses coat your tongue. Every single time. You fall into the familiar rhythm of kissing him, grinding your hips back against his as he urges them into yours. You’ve been here before, many times in the last seven days, but it hasn’t gotten old yet.
Your nimble fingers reach up, pulling the shirt buttons from their slits until you reach his belly button, and stop, too distracted with the way he’s kissing you to continue. “Oh, Jimmy,” you say against his skin. The chill of the November air contrasts with the heat that rolls off his bare skin.
“I’m still hungry,” he growls into the curve of your ear, peppering feverish kisses along the nape of your neck. You can’t help but chuckle softly as you lean your head to the side, amused that at a time like this, Jimmy’s thinking of food. With your hands planted firmly on his pectoral muscles that are exposed through his half-open shirt, you gently push him off and look into his coffee black eyes.
“Well, Jimmy, there’s plenty of leftovers – you should’ve eaten more! We can –”
“No, baby. Not that kind of hungry.” His hips punctuate his sentence as he drives them into the soft flesh of your upper thigh.
Feeling the rigid bulge against your thigh, your breath catches in your throat. You reach down and pull his head off of you, his lips still poised to kiss. You let out a giggle and move your hands down his neck.
“Yours or mine?” You ask, flipping the collar of his shirt between your fingers.
“We’re facing yours.”
Bracing yourself against his trailer, you push yourself off of it, and grip the collar of his shirt like a leash on a dog, towing him in the direction of your quaint little caravan. You carefully walk up the steps and throw open the door, muttering a word of warning to not trip. He does anyway, too drunk and too horny to watch his feet.
As soon as you’re inside, Jimmy’s got his hands wrapped around your waist and he doesn’t hesitate before lifting you up onto the small kitchen counter. Giving you room to sit, he pushes the tins of coffee and tea back against the wall. His hands slip underneath the fabric of your dress, ghosting along the curve of your ass and to the roundness of your thighs, his fingers leaving trails of heat everywhere they go.
“Mmm, baby, you feel like you’ve got a fever. Your body’s on fire…”
You hum, adjusting your hips on the counter. “There ain’t a single person to blame for that besides you, Jimmy….”
He chuckles and lets his hands continue their journey, sweeping around to the front of your kneecaps, which he gently pulls apart. His inky hues connect with yours as he slowly lowers, getting to his knees in front of you. You watch him with quirked lips, indicating amusement, though your eyes are bleeding lust.
Jimmy takes your dress in his hands, lifting it up to expose your center. The satin of your panties is already stained with arousal. It’s leaking into the fibers and creating a wet spot.
“Hooo’, baby… look at that.” His smile is proud, delighted that he’s responsible for it.
“I hope you saved room.” You tease.
“Oh, honey…” Jimmy runs his thumb along the clothed slit, and you shiver. “I always have room for dessert.”
His fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and yanks them down. He leaves your garter belt on, as it poses no nuisance to him. Now free of fabric, your cunt clenches visibly as he nears her. His lips part, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your slick folds. Your hand snaps to his shoulder, gripping it hard. “Fuck, Jimmy… I…”
Your hand moves to gather the dress of your skirt up, pinning it in place. The other hand finds a home in Jimmy’s soft, brown locks, pulling tight as his tongue laps at your cunt with a flat tongue. You mewl happily. What a sight; your nylon-covered legs over the shoulders of the most handsome man you’d ever met, his head buried between your thighs.
His tongue flexes, points, and flicks at your quickly swelling clit. You shudder and clamp your legs around his head, a full body reaction. “Huh… Jimmy… oh my god.”
He kisses her again, his tongue stretching down to meet your leaking entrance. Now he’s the one vocalizing; you’re sweet, pink and wet and he can’t help himself. Another kiss, but he closes his lips around your clit to suck on it gently.
He pulls away, just for a second to ask: “Feel good?”
You nod hurriedly and tighten your grip in his hair, pulling his head back and forth onto your cunt. Your middle finger twirls around a single curl and you hum a string of expletives, forcing his tongue deeper into your folds.
“Mm! – yeah! – baby! –” Jimmy says in between your forced thrusts. He’s not used to you taking control like that, but like hell he’s going to complain.
The white hot coil in your stomach winds tighter, creating an inexplicable pressure in your lower abdomen. Jimmy’s relentless, as if he knows this, and keeps at it. Not that you had any plans of loosening your grip on his locks. Mirroring your strength, Jimmy’s hands grip your thighs tight, pressing them open as far as they’ll go. You throw your head back and a deep moan escapes your lips, expelling some of the built up tension.
“Fuck, fuck… Jimmy… right there… right there….”
Jimmy suckles your swollen clit, and brings one hand to your entrance, teasing an intrusion with the tips of his fingers. They breach it, just enough to make your whole body tense up, and the coil snaps. All at once, you buck your hips forward, forcing Jimmy’s digits inside your cunt, his nose bumping into the flesh above her. He feels every shuddering clench, and rides it out, lapping at her like an ice cream cone.
Once the slick pulses subside, he pulls back and brings his palm to his face, wiping his glistening chin. For a second, he admires it, tilting his hand back and forth, watching as the collected spit and arousal catches the light.
“Mm-mm-mmm! Now that’s something to be thankful for, baby.”
Through labored pants, you mutter a response. “Oh, I’ll show you thankful, baby. Get on the bed.”
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