Tangled In Your Hands — Eli x Reader
f!reader, slow burn to explicit, massage, intimacy, aftercare, request🦋
The soft glow of the bedroom lamp bathed the room in a golden hue, creating the perfect ambiance for the moment you’d planned. Eli groaned softly as he sank onto the edge of the bed, rotating his stiff shoulder with a wince. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” you chided gently, closing the door behind you. “Sit up properly. I’ll take care of it.” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a curious smirk. “Take care of it? What, you moonlighting as a masseuse now?” “Something like that,” you replied, grabbing the small bottle of warmed oil from the dresser. You stepped closer, your eyes softening at the sight of him looking so tired. “Trust me. You need this.” Eli chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his hoodie off, leaving his back bare. “Alright, doc. Do your worst.” Your hands glided over his shoulders, the warm oil helping your fingers sink into his tight muscles. Eli hissed softly, his head dropping forward as you worked over the knots near his shoulder blades. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice muffled.
“How are your hands this good?” “Talent,” you teased, pressing your thumbs into the stiff area at the base of his neck. “You carry way too much tension here, you know that?” “Yeah, well,” he murmured, his voice growing softer, “guess I’ve been carrying a lot lately.” The vulnerability in his tone tugged at your heart, and you slowed your movements, letting your fingers soothe instead of press. “You don’t have to do it all alone, Eli. I’m here too.” He tilted his head, glancing back at you with an expression that made your breath hitch. “I know,” he said softly. “You’re the only reason I’m still sane.” Your hands froze for a moment before you let out a quiet laugh, trying to mask the way his words had affected you. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Eli smirked, though his eyes held something deeper. “I’m not flattering you. I’m just telling the truth.” As your hands continued to roam, the air in the room began to change. Your touch lingered a little longer, and his breathing grew heavier, each exhale brushing against the quiet tension that had started to build.
When your fingers brushed lower, skimming the top of his spine, he let out a low sound that sent a spark straight to your core. “Careful,” Eli said, his voice low and warning, though his body leaned back into your touch. “Am I hurting you?” you asked innocently, your fingers dancing over his ribs now. “Not even close,” he murmured, turning his head slightly so his lips almost grazed your wrist. “But if you keep touching me like that, I might not be able to hold back.” Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. “Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.” Eli stilled for a moment, and then, in one smooth motion, he turned, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. His lips crashed into yours, the kiss hungry and all-consuming, his fingers digging into your hips. The massage oil made his hands glide easily over your thighs as he pulled you closer, your body molding to his like it was meant to be there. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and kissing until you were a trembling mess in his arms.
“You’re too good at this,” you murmured, your hands tangling in his hair. “You started it,” he replied, his voice a low growl against your skin. “Now I’m finishing it.” Before you could respond, Eli had you on your back, his body pressing you into the mattress. His hands—still slick with oil—slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. He paused, his gaze roaming over you like he was committing every detail to memory. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice full of reverence as he leaned down to capture your lips again. Eli’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving a blazing path as he moved lower. His hands followed, still slick with oil, gliding over your skin with tantalizing ease. You arched into his touch, the combination of warmth and pressure making your breath hitch. He paused, his mouth hovering over the swell of your breast as his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Before you could reply, his lips closed around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while his hand teased the other.
You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked you over, his touch both tender and insistent. “Eli,” you whimpered, your body writhing beneath him as the heat pooled low in your stomach. “I know,” he whispered, his voice a mix of reassurance and hunger. “I’ve got you.” His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your waist and hips before hooking into your shorts and sliding them down your legs. His lips followed, kissing and nipping at your skin until you were trembling under him. “You’re so responsive,” he muttered, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “I could stay down here forever.” Before you could reply, his tongue flicked against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your hands clutching at the sheets as he explored you with deliberate, devastating precision. “Eli,” you gasped, your voice breaking as his tongue worked you closer to the edge. “Let go for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against you as he spoke. “I want to feel you come apart.” His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his mouth, sent you spiraling.
Your body arched off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, a choked cry of his name spilling from your lips. Eli crawled back up your body, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making your head spin. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe. “So are you,” you replied, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. You tugged at them, your impatience evident as you whispered, “I need you.” Eli didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his sweats, his cock springing free and pressing against your thigh. The sheer size of him made your breath catch, but the anticipation outweighed the nerves. “Are you sure?” he asked, his tone serious despite the heat in his gaze. “Yes,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ve never been more sure.” Eli positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size.
The stretch was overwhelming but in the best way, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as he filled you completely. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he held himself still. “You feel… perfect.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you whispered, “Move, Eli. Please.” He obeyed, starting with slow, deliberate thrusts that left you breathless. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, the connection between you deepening with every second. His hands roamed your body, his touch reverent as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough as his pace quickened. “Do you hear me? Mine.” “Yours,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you met his thrusts. “Always.” The intensity built between you, your bodies moving in perfect sync. When he reached between you to rub tight circles against your clit, you shattered, your orgasm tearing through you with a force that left you trembling.
Eli followed moments later, his body tensing as he spilled into you, his groan low and guttural. For a while, the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing. Eli stayed above you, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “More than okay,” you replied, a tired but content smile spreading across your lips. He kissed you again, this time slower, softer, his hands cradling your face. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection. “So are you,” you whispered, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. Eli chuckled, pulling you into his arms as he rolled onto his side. “You’re gonna have to give me a massage next time, though. Fair’s fair.” You laughed, snuggling closer to him. “Deal. But I think I’ll enjoy it just as much as you.” The two of you lay there, tangled together, the warmth of his body lulling you into a peaceful sleep. And for the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect.
