Point Of View
Eli Moskowitz x fem!reader (MDNI)
Warnings: Smut! 18+, P in v, protected sex, Eli's first time/realizing he has a praise kink, soft smut, oral male receiving, emotional.
The golden afternoon sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of Y/N's bedroom, casting warm streaks of honey-colored light across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drifted lazily through the air while a racing game flashed across the television, filling the room with bursts of color and the occasional electronic engine roar. Sprawled across a plush cream-colored rug, Eli and Y/N sat shoulder to shoulder, completely absorbed in the competition.
Eli gripped the controller with white-knuckled intensity, his shoulders slightly hunched as though he were trying to disappear even while playing. A stray curl of hair had fallen over his forehead, nearly hiding the determined look in his warm blue eyes.
Beside him, Y/N leaned comfortably against the side of her bed, one knee drawn up to her chest. Loose waves framed her face, and a knowing grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"You're cheating," Eli murmured, his voice small but tinged with a rare spark of competitiveness. "There is no way you just took that corner so fast."
Y/N let out a bright, melodic laugh, nudging his shoulder with hers. "It's called skill, Eli. Maybe if you stopped overthinking your line and just drove, you'd actually beat me for once."
"I don't overthink," he protested, though the way he shifted his weight suggested otherwise. "I calculate."
"Calculate this."
Y/N leaned over, pressing her shoulder firmly against his, forcing his controller to tilt.
Eli's character veered straight into the barrier with a spectacular digital explosion. He groaned, dropping the controller onto the rug and sinking back onto his elbows.
"...That's sabotage." He looked up at her with mock annoyance, though the smile threatening to spread across his face gave him away.
Y/N didn't move away. Instead, she shifted closer until barely a few inches separated them, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her shampoo, her eyes soft and searching. The playful atmosphere shifted; the air suddenly became thick with a tension that had been simmering between them for years, through the awkward middle school hallways, the shared secrets, and the long nights of talking on the phone.
"Do I look like I care?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.
Eli swallowed hard. He looked away for a second, his gaze drifting to the posters on her wall, before returning to her. "...You never have."
Y/N reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with an agonizing slowness. Eli shivered, his breath hitching and his heart lurched so hard he was certain she could hear it. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he instinctively leaned into her touch before realizing what he was doing.
He had spent so long feeling invisible, or worse, feeling like a target, that the focused intensity of her gaze felt like a physical weight.
"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she whispered.
"I'm not cute," he breathed, letting out a nervous laugh, though he didn't pull away. "I'm a mess."
"My favorite kind of mess."
Y/N leaned down, closing the gap. The kiss was tentative at first, a soft pressing of lips that tasted of cherry lip balm and nervousness. Eli responded with a sudden, desperate hunger, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. He kissed her like he was trying to memorize the feel of her, his lips trembling slightly against hers.
The game on the TV continued to loop its victory music, forgotten. They rolled over, the rug scratching against their skin as they tumbled toward the bed.
The movement was clumsy, a tangle of limbs and soft gasps, but neither cared.
Y/N pushed him back onto the mattress, her hands sliding up under his t-shirt, her palms warm against the pale skin of his ribs.
Eli let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt the world shrinking down to the point of contact, the heat of her body, the scent of her vanilla perfume, the sound of her shallow breathing.
As the kissing grew deeper, more urgent, Y/N’s hand wandered lower, grazing the waistband of his jeans.
Eli suddenly stiffened, his body locking up. He gripped her wrists, gently but firmly pulling her hands away.
He slowly rolled onto his side, his eyes drifting toward the golden sunlight spilling across the bedroom wall. His chest rose and fell unevenly as he tried to steady his breathing, his thoughts racing much faster than his heartbeat ever could.
"Eli?" Y/N asked softly, the warmth in her voice giving way to concern. She shifted a little closer, careful not to crowd him. "Did I… did I move too fast?"
For a moment, he didn't answer.
He shook his head almost immediately, but his gaze stayed fixed on the wall. His hand instinctively rose to his face, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over the familiar scar on his upper lip, a nervous habit he'd never quite been able to break.
"No," he murmured. "It's not that."
The words faded into a heavy silence. He swallowed hard before finally speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I just…" A small, nervous laugh escaped him, though there was no humor in it. "I don't know how to do this."
Y/N shifted closer, propping herself up on one elbow so she could see his face. Her expression softened as she searched his eyes.
"Do what?" she asked gently, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. "Talk to me, honey."
"All of it," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I've never... I'm a virgin, Y/N. And I'm not... I'm not like other guys. I'm skinny. I'm bony. And my face..."
"Eli... look at me."
There was a long pause before he finally did.
And when his eyes met hers, they glistened beneath the fading afternoon light. There was no hiding the fear in them now, only the quiet vulnerability he'd spent years trying to keep tucked away.
"I'm scared."
Y/N's expression softened even more, but she stayed silent, letting him find the words at his own pace.
"I'm scared that... if we keep going..." He swallowed hard. "If you really see all of me..."
His gaze dropped for a moment before returning to hers. "...you'll realize I'm not who you thought I was." His fingers instinctively brushed over the scar above his lip.
"That you'll see I'm just... some broken kid."
Y/N's heart clenched so tightly it almost hurt.
Without a second thought, she closed the distance between them, slipping her arms around him and gently pulling him against her. He melted into the embrace almost instantly, resting his forehead against her shoulder as though he'd been holding himself together for far too long.
She rested her cheek against his hair and held him a little tighter.
"Eli Moskowitz," she murmured, her voice gentle but unwavering. "I need you to listen to me."
He gave the smallest nod.
"I didn't fall for some perfect version of you." She smiled sadly, brushing her fingers through his hair. "I fell for the boy who always asks if everyone's okay before thinking about himself. The one who laughs at the dumbest jokes because he doesn't want anyone else to feel awkward. The one who gets excited talking about comics and movies, even if he starts apologizing halfway through."
A watery laugh escaped him.
She cupped his face, waiting until he finally looked at her again. "I fell for you, Eli. Every part of you."
Her thumb gently brushed over the scar above his lip. "And this..." she whispered, "...has never made you any less beautiful to me."
His breath caught.
"It's part of your story. It's part of what makes you you. And there isn't a single part of you that I'd wish away."
His eyes searched hers, almost desperately, as if trying to find even the smallest hint of pity.
There wasn't any. Only love.
"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice trembling.
She smiled, tears beginning to sting her own eyes. "With all my heart."
A single tear slipped free, tracing a slow path down his cheek. Before he could wipe it away, Y/N leaned in.
This time, there was no rush.
She pressed a featherlight kiss to his forehead, then to the corner of his eye, silently catching the tear before it could fall any farther. Another brushed across the bridge of his nose, drawing the smallest, shyest smile from him.
When she finally reached his lips, she paused. Her gaze met his for just a moment, silently asking.
When he gave the faintest nod, she leaned in and pressed the gentlest kiss against the scar above his lip.
It lasted only a heartbeat, but to Eli, it felt like years of shame quietly unraveled beneath that single touch. He had spent his whole life trying to hide that spot, to shield it from the world's cruelty. To have Y/N treat it as something precious felt like a physical healing.
"I love this," she murmured against his skin. "It's beautiful because it's yours."
She moved lower, her lips tracing the line of his throat. Eli’s head fell back into the pillow, a soft sound of surrender escaping his lips. Y/N’s hands worked the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it over his head. As the fabric cleared his face, she paused, looking at him.
Instinctively, Eli's shoulders curled inward, his chin dipping toward his chest as though years of habit had taken over before he could stop himself.
Y/N noticed immediately.
With infinite care, she slipped her hands to his shoulders, gently encouraging him to straighten again. There wasn't an ounce of force behind the gesture, only quiet reassurance.
"Hey..." she whispered, her thumb rubbing slow circles against his shoulder.
He hesitantly lifted his eyes to hers.
"You don't have to hide from me."
Her smile was impossibly soft. "Let me see you, Eli."
Slowly, he let himself relax beneath her touch. The tension eased from his shoulders as he drew a careful breath.
"You're perfect," Y/N breathed.
She leaned down, kissing the hollow of his throat, then moving down to his chest. She traced the line of his ribs with her tongue, the wet warmth of her mouth making Eli jump.
"Y/N..." he whimpered, his fingers tangling in her hair.
"Shhh," she whispered, her voice vibrating against his skin. "Just feel. Just let me love you."
She moved her kisses lower, her teeth grazing his stomach, sending jolts of electricity through his nerves. Eli felt a heat building in his gut, a heavy, throbbing pressure he had never experienced before. He felt exposed, yes, but for the first time in his life, the exposure didn't feel like a threat. It felt like a gift.
Y/N reached for the button of his jeans, her eyes locking with his. "Is this okay? Do you want this?"
Eli nodded fervently, his voice gone. "Yes. Please."
Slowly, she slid his jeans and boxers down his legs. Eli felt a rush of cool air hit his skin, followed immediately by the heat of Y/N’s gaze. He felt his face flush deep red, his cock already hard and twitching, standing out against his pale skin.
Y/N didn't look away. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft.
Eli let out a choked cry, his hips jerking upward. "Oh god," he gasped. "That... that feels..."
"It feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, her thumb stroking the crown of his glans, catching a bead of clear pre-cum. "You're so pretty, Eli. Look at you. You're so hard for me."
The praise hit him like a physical blow. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him that had nothing to do with the physical touch and everything to do with the validation. He felt a strange, humming vibration in his chest, a sense of pride he didn't know he was capable of feeling.
Y/N leaned down, her hair veiling them both as she took him into her mouth.
Eli’s world exploded. The sensation of her warm, wet throat sliding over him was overwhelming. He arched his back, his fingers gripping the sheets until they threatened to rip. He could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the suction pulling at him.
"Y/N, I... I can't..." he groaned, his voice strained.
She pulled back for a moment, looking up at him with hooded eyes, a string of saliva connecting her lip to him. "You're doing so well, Eli. You're such a good boy for me," she whispered.
Eli felt his toes curl. The words sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he wanted more of it. He wanted her to tell him he was good, that he was wanted, that he belonged here.
Y/N shifted, moving her body up so she was straddling his lap. She began to undress herself, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts, the nipples peaked and dark. Eli stared, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps. He had seen pictures, but the reality of her, the softness of her curves, the way her skin glowed in the golden light, was breathtaking.
"You're so beautiful," Eli whispered, his voice trembling.
"I'm yours," she replied, sliding her jeans and underwear down. She settled herself over him, her wetness brushing against his thigh.
Eli felt a surge of panic and excitement. He didn't know what to do, how to move. "I don't... I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
Y/N smiled, her fingers found the foil packet in the drawer, and she sheathed him with such deliberate tenderness. Reaching down to guide him, she gripped his cock, positioning the head at the opening of her pussy. She looked into his eyes, her expression full of an unconditional love that silenced every doubt in his mind.
"Just trust me, Eli. We'll go slow." She lowered herself down, inch by inch.
Eli let out a long, shaky exhale as he felt the tight, hot walls of her vagina begin to stretch around him. It was intense pressure and warmth, a feeling of being completely enveloped.
"Oh... wow," Eli breathed, his eyes fluttering shut.
"You feel so good," Y/N moaned, her voice strained. "You're so deep inside me, Eli. It's perfect."
She paused for a moment, allowing their bodies to adjust. Eli felt the friction of their skin, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air. He felt the way her inner thighs squeezed his hips, the way her breasts bounced slightly as she began to move.
Y/N started with slow, rhythmic grinds, her hips circling as she sought the right angle. The sound of their bodies meeting, a wet, slapping noise, filled the quiet room.
Eli began to move with her, his instincts taking over. He pushed upward, his hips meeting hers in a steady beat.
"Yes, right there," Y/N whispered, leaning down to bite his earlobe. "You're doing it so perfectly, Eli."
The praise acted like fuel. Eli felt a new sense of confidence surge through him. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he increased the pace. The friction was intense, the feeling of her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone sending sparks through his nerves.
"Is this okay?" he gasped, his movements becoming more frantic. "Does it feel good?"
"It feels amazing," she cried out, her head tossing back. "I love how you feel inside me, Eli. I love every part of you."
The intensity built rapidly. Eli could feel the pressure building in his loins, a tidal wave of pleasure that was becoming impossible to hold back. He looked up at Y/N, seeing her face flushed, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and he felt a connection that went far beyond the physical.
This wasn't just sex; it was an admission, a promise, a shedding of everything he had been told he was.
"Y/N, I'm... I'm going to..."
"Do it, baby," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "Cum for me."
The command snapped the last thread of his control. Eli let out a loud, guttural cry, his body shaking as he surged upward one last time. He felt the hot, pulsing jets of his semen erupting deep inside her into the condom, the sensation of the release so powerful it left him lightheaded.
Y/N screamed his name, her own body tightening around him in a series of powerful contractions. She collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in ragged sobs of pleasure, her skin slick with sweat.
They stayed like that for a long time, their hearts beating in synchronicity, the only sound the distant hum of the television and the fading light of the afternoon. Eli held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, feeling a profound sense of peace.
Eventually, Y/N shifted, slowly sliding off him with a wet, squelching sound. She looked down at the mess on the sheets, then back at Eli, a tender smile on her face. "You okay?" she asked softly.
Eli nodded, his eyes dreamy. He let out a small, breathless laugh, almost shaking his head at himself.
"I..." His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "I think I'm in love with you."
Y/N laughed softly. She leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead before resting hers against his.
"I think," she teased, "you're a little late to the party, Moskowitz. I've been in love with you since the seventh grade."
A deep blush spread across Eli's cheeks, but this time, he didn't look away.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lifted a hand to her face. His fingertips brushed along her jaw as though he were committing every detail to memory.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Y/N smiled softly. "For what?"
He swallowed, a shy laugh escaping under his breath. "For making me feel..." He searched for the right words. "...like I'm enough."
Her heart squeezed. She gently took his hand in hers before cupping his face with both palms, her thumbs brushing tenderly across his cheeks.
"Oh, Eli..." She waited until his eyes met hers. "You have always been enough. You were enough the day we met. You were enough before we did this..." She smiled, her eyes shining with nothing but pure love. "And you'll still be enough on every ordinary day after this."
Eli leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. For the first time in his life, the noise of the bullies, the shame of the scar, and the fear of being too small felt distant, like a radio station losing its signal.
As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, leaving the room in a soft, purple twilight, they curled up together under the blankets. Eli felt the warmth of Y/N’s body against his, the steady rhythm of her breathing a lullaby.
"Hey, Y/N?" he whispered into the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"Can you... can you tell me I'm a good boy again?"
Y/N stiffened for a second, then a knowing, playful smile spread across her face. She squeezed him tighter, kissing the back of his neck. "You're the best boy, Eli. The absolute best."
Eli sighed, a look of pure contentment crossing his face. He didn't fully understand why those words made his heart race, but as he drifted off to sleep, he decided he didn't need to. He just needed her.
