A;N: Hello pretty people! I’m so sorry I have been gone (writing wise) for so long! Life’s been a bit hectic lately! However, I had this idea and I couldn’t get it out my head! Enjoy! xox
Pairing: Stuart TwomblyxReader
Author: thelittlestkitsune
Warnings: Smut.
Word count: 5,851
Listen to me.
Coming home on a Friday night was your favorite part of the week. You’d worked hard all week, wearing heels you knew you couldn’t even walk in, staring at a computer screen all day until your eyes were red. You loved Friday nights. You’d always walk in, kicking off your heels before taking your jacket off. The TV would already be on by the time you’d crossed the room, the dent in your couch ready to be sunk into. You’d always stop by the kitchen first, putting away groceries and grabbing yourself the biggest wine glass you could find. You’d eat and clear a bottle of wine before your body told you it was too late to be staying up. You’d climb into bed, tired from the week and fall into sleep, the city bustling around you.
Until tonight. You loathed her, you loathed the co worker that was leaving so you don’t know why you agreed to coming out for her going away party. “Oh sure, I would love to come!” You had responded, your tone just a tad too eager. She bought your sarcasm, excitedly telling you where to meet and who was going to be there. “So it’s most of the department, some people from sales are going to be there, I'm not sure. We’re going to Miko’s first for some cocktails and then we’re going to hit the clubs. Are you sure you’re up for it? I know you have meetings all day?” She sounded too hopeful, too eager for you to come. “Sure.” You winced, her squeal echoing through the receiver. “Well I’ll meet you there at 7? Are you bringing a date?” You sighed, noting once again how painfully single you were. “No.” You bit back, slightly aggravated at the question. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” She whined as you rolled your eyes, wishing for the phone call to end. “Well maybe you can meet someone tonight, I’ll be your wingwoman- that’s if my hubby doesn’t mind!” She made you want to gag. “Okay, well I’ll see you tonight at seven!” You sighed, rushing the conversation before you hurled the phone at the wall. “Dress to impress!” She rang out as you said bye repeatedly. You groaned as the call clicked off, your head hitting your desk. Tonight was going to be a bundle of fun.
Standing in front of your mirror you did the final checks, making sure you had your bag and plenty of money. To be fair it was almost too much but you needed to be drunk to deal with her. She was completely insufferable and everyone else that was there would be just as bad. You walked to your kitchen, walking past the dent on your couch, wishing to fill that spot but you just grabbed your wine, having a glass as you waited on your cab. You wish you had put on flats or ideally slippers but you had to ‘dress to impress’. You thought the red skin tight plunge neckline dress you had was almost too much for the occasion but you felt particularly nice in it, no matter how tired you were. You swirled your wine as your phone rang, the cab waiting downstairs. You tottered to your door, already feeling your feet swell. Great. You downed your wine, the kick hitting you as the cold air hit your face. But at least it dulled your sour mood some.
Miko’s was a real nice place, far fancier than you had thought it would be. It was supposedly the best drinks in town. No wonder Sarah was so demanding when she said dress to impress. You walked through the door, the place packed as you weaved through the crowd. You spotted Sarah, her arm around a gigantic man, clearly twice her height. Oh so that’s her sugar daddy, you thought dryly to yourself as you walked to her. You plastered on a fake smile as you embraced her in a hug, not wanting her to see how much you’d rather be in your dressing gown. She made chit chat as you stood at the bar, your eyes pleading with the bartender as she waffled on. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight! It’s not often that you come out!” She laughed as you smiled. “Yeah, I usually like to spend Friday nights watching shit TV and relaxing but here I am!” You said a bit harsher than you had meant to. Her face dropped before she smiled, her grin spreading across her red cheeks. “Well it means a lot that you came!” She laughed before turning round to her husband. You bit back a smirk, leaning against the bar, your fingers drumming along the bar.
“You know drumming along the bar is only going to get you served last.” A deep voice spoke from behind you. You laughed, turning to meet the eyes of the deep voiced stranger. Your voice caught in your throat as you drank him in. Whiskey brown eyes stared over you, a smirk on his lips as you turned, your smile widening as you spoke finally. “I used to be a bartender, I know that. I just really need a drink, it’s a bit crowded in here.” You laughed, your eyes taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered in moles, a twinkle in his eyes beneath the thick frames. His lashes were long; almost batting against the glass, his lips pink as he bit back a smile. You don’t know whether it was the heat of the bar, or the wine you had before you got here but he definitely was something. “I don’t like crowds much, they’ve never really been my thing.” He laughed, the sound crackling like electricity in the space between you. He jerked his head, the beanie cladding his brown hair bobbing at the action. “I’m guessing you don’t either?” He asked you, your eyebrows shot up as you answered. “Well it’s not ideal, it’s just easier with a drink.” You laughed, your hand reaching out for his arm as you steadied yourself. You wobbled on your heels, his hands flying out to grab your waist. He caught you before you crashed to the floor. “You sure you haven’t had enough already?” You laughed as his hands smoothed over the curve of your hip. “I only had a few glasses of wine at home before I got here. Maybe I just need something to eat, or maybe I need to sit down.”
You looked around despairingly for a seat, a booth, heck even a box on the ground would be better than standing. “What are you drinking?” He asked, pulling you back towards the bar, his hand never leaving your waist. “Whatever you’re drinking is fine by me.” You blushed, appreciative of his forwardness. You gulped air as his fingers trailed over your dress, the heat of his fingers spreading through your body. “Two glasses of something strong.” He asked the bartender, his gaze turning back to you. “So do you have a name Miss I need a drink?” His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening as they found yours. “Imogen. You are?” He laughed, his hand pulling you closer to him. “I’m Stuart and at this point I'm pretty much your knight in shining armor” You giggled, your body buzzing at his touch. “How will I ever repay you!” He bit his bottom lip, looking away before turning back to whisper in your ear. “Well we’ll see how later, how about you come sit with me?” You nodded, taking his hand as he led you from the bar, to a booth across the room. You recognized the people in the booth, some people you’d seen at work. “Hey everybody, I made a friend!” Stuart exclaimed as you gripped your drink in hand. A guy you vaguely knew as Lyle smiled as the rest of the booth chorused hello’s. “You’re Imogen in marketing right?” He spoke, his brows furrowed. “Yes! You’re Lyle right?” He nodded, a dorky smile crossing his face. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the emails!” He laughed as you took a seat next to Stuart.
He looked baffled as you and Lyle talked, eventually looping Stuart into the conversation. “So you work at Google too?” Stuart asked, his glass pressed against his lips. You nodded, sipping yours, the cool liquid burning your throat. “Going on a year now! I got the internship last year, well my team did. One of them’s actually leaving tonight, that’s why I'm here.” You smiled, Stuart’s eyes roaming over you. “Didn’t peg you for a Googler.” You scoffed, vaguely offended. “And why’s that?” You asked, your body leaning closer to him, your drink making you braver. “Well Googler’s don’t look like you do.” You laughed, moving closer still. “Well I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult!?” He gulped, his mouth hanging open as his eyes trailed over your chest. “Definitely a compliment.” He gripped his glass tighter, raising it to his mouth before downing the liquid. “I need another drink, you need one?” You nodded slowly, your head rolling languidly back as you felt his hands on your thighs. You raised your glass, downing the last of the amber liquid before standing, your footing much more stable than before. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way his eyes were trained on your body. You leant over the table, your chest pressing against your arms as you reached for his glass before sauntering to the bar.
He followed close behind, his hand finding your wrist. “Look, I think we can come to some sort of agreement on how you owe me for saving your life.” He spoke slowly, his lip catching in his teeth. “If you’re implying what I think you’re implying then I will still owe you for saving my life. Something owed is not usually something someone wants to do. If we’re on the same page, then I'm down if you are.” You licked over your lips, finding his eyes before batting them. “Oh, I’m down.” You smiled as you placed your glasses on the bar. “Now we need to be smart about this. I’ll make my excuses and you follow?” You explained, his eyes wandering over you. “Stuart, attention up here. We need to get out of here, I don’t think what I want to do is really deemed appropriate in public.” You smirked, his eyes widening. “You got it. And it totally is if you’re kinky that way.” You winked at him, his jaw dropping as you walked just past him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as you heard him mutter. “Who the fuck is this girl?”
You laughed under your breath as you made your way to the door, Sarah crossing your path. Fuck. She smiled, drink in hand as she stumbled towards you. Classy. “Immieeee! Where are you going? The fun has only just started!” She slurred, her arms reaching for you. You groaned, clutching your stomach. “I don’t feel so great, honestly I think it was maybe something I ate? The tamales at lunch tasted off to me.” Sarah groaned, her own hands clutching at her stomach, her face suddenly pained. “I had the tamales too, oh god.” You nodded sympathetically, your chest heaving. “I just want to go home and let the sickness pass, you understand right?” You asked Sarah, your eyes pleading as you made yourself look as awkward as possible. “Of course hun! You go home, make sure you feel better! We’ll catch up soon!” She spoke softly, her words sluggish as she drank from her spilling glass. “Thanks Sarah, it was a pleasure working with you and all the best for the future!” You lied through your teeth, gritting them as she pulled you in for a sloppy hug. Her drink spilled down your dress and you recoiled. “Night!” You smiled, ignoring the increasingly wet patch on your dress.
Walking out the front door into the cool air was refreshing. Music still flowed out the door, leaving you less lonely as you waited for Stuart. You weren’t waiting long as the door swung open, his tall frame appearing beside you. “So where to?” He asked, his long fingers adjusting his beanie. You stared at them, your mouth agape. “Back to mine for a drink?” You asked, hailing a cab as it zoomed past the bar. “Sure, I could go for a drink, I'm pretty thirsty.” He spoke dryly, his tongue flickering over his lips as he cast his eyes over the curve of your ass, his lips pouting as he noted the wet patch on your waist. His fingers reached gingerly for the material, trembling as he moved over the material. “Such a waste of a pretty dress. Don’t think it matters though, you won’t be needing it for much longer.” You shivered as the breeze picked up, your lack of a bra noticeable through the thin fabric of your dress. “Well we better get rid of it then.” You winked as the cab pulled over, Stuart reaching for the handle. “Ladies first.” He gestured into the cab, his pose gentlemanly, his eyes burning. “You just want to stare at my ass.” You laughed as he nodded, his tongue flickering over his lips. “I’m glad i’m so transparent. It means I won’t have to ask before I do something.” He smiled as your skin prickled, sliding onto the cool leather of the cab seats.
“So where to?” The cab driver talked to you as he peeled off from the curb, Stuarts knees pressed against yours. You gave him your address watching Stuarts eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “You live in the same part of the city that I do” He spoke softly as you edged closer to him. “Well at least it will make this easier, if it was too reoccur.” You whispered in his ear, your lips coasting over his skin as you rested your hands on his thighs. You traced patterns in his jeans, the material rough under your fingertips as his breathing hitched in his throat. “You’re planning ahead.” He spoke, his voice shaky as you trailed your hands further up his thighs, your hands playing with the belt loops of his jeans. “Well I took a look at those hands and they won’t disappoint me. That mouth has me weak. So yeah, I'm planning ahead.” You smiled, your eyes flickering over his lips. He moved closer to you still, your bodies almost entwined in the back seat. “That’s more like a googler.” You laughed, your nose knocking his as you breathed him in. Your lips were almost touching, whiskey flavored kisses were almost upon you as the cab stopped, the light illuminating the dark back seat.
“Here you guys go.” The cabbie turned to you, his eyes holding a blank expression as he looked over your compromising position. You felt his eyes burn into your skin as he took in the expanse of your thigh, your dress riding higher than you felt comfortable with. “Thanks.” You grinned, pulling the fabric down as you wrapped your jacket tighter around your shoulders. Stuart licked over his lips as you got out the car, flipping the driver off as he pulled away. “He sure got an eyeful” Stuart spoke quietly, his arm snaking around your waist as you walked him to your door. “Play your cards right and you’ll get a handful.” Stuart whistled under his breath as you unlocked your door, kicking your heels off the second you were through it. “You really don’t like wearing them huh?” He laughed, looking around your place, his eyes moving over every surface. “I’d rather claw my own eyes out with a rusty spoon but I wear em cause they make me look good.” You laughed, crossing the your living room to get to the kitchen. He followed suit, his jacket hanging by the door. You looked over him, his shirt clinging to his skin as you reached into your fridge. You stored your wine on the bottom shelf, bending over to get it, giving Stuart a great view of your ass. “You don’t need the heels.” He spoke quietly as you turned around, his eyes glued to your body.
“Oh is that so?” You teased, moving closer to him as you undid the cork on your wine, reaching for two glasses on the shelf behind him. Your body brushed his as you moved past him, your dress moving against your skin in the most delicious way possible. His hands trembled by his side as he reached for the glasses, placing on them side behind you, before walking you back against the counter. His hands wandered over your hips, his fingers smoothing the material beneath them. “Definitely.” He whispered, his mouth dangerously close to yours, his eyes dark as he breathed heavily. You bit your lips as you stood on tiptoe, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved further down your hips until they hit your thighs, his fingers gripping you to his body, the hem getting shorter as the gap got closer. He crushed you to him, his lips ghosting across yours as you wrapped your fingers into his hair, ripping the beanie from him. His lips finally pressed against yours, whiskey flavored and warm, an intoxicating mix. You stayed wrapped in each other, your bodies frantic as hands explored every surface of one another. Stuart’s hands smoothed over your ass, his palm resting on the sensitive part on the lower of your back as he pulled his lips from yours finally. Your body was alight, every touch of his setting off a new fire. “I don’t know about you, but I could do with a drink.” You laughed, your face flushed red. “I want a drink of you.” He smirked, his glasses fogged up with your breath. Your lip caught in your teeth as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you onto the counter. You shivered as the cool surface hit your skin, his hot mouth trailing kisses over your neck as he slotted himself between your legs.
You surged against him as he toyed with the straps of your dress, the material falling away as his mouth moved over your skin. Your neck rolled as his rough fingertips grazed your skin, pants falling from your open mouth. Moans filled the air as his lips kissed over your chest, his tongue flickering over your nipple. He smirked as you grabbed him closer to you, knotting your hands into his hair, his mouth greedy against you. His teeth nipped at you, curses and desperate hands. His hands stayed stoic on your hips, nails digging in, his own need growing against your thigh. “Stuar-” You gasped out as he pressed against you, his hips giving you some sort of friction that you needed. “Yes baby girl?” You pulled him from you, his eyes finding yours as you grabbed his hands. “Do something useful with those hands.” You demanded, your voice cracking as you gasped for air. “Or what?” He played, his eyes widening as you brought his hands to your mouth, your lips closing over his fingers. You rolled your tongue over them eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut. “Or you won’t get to know what that feels like in a place that matters.” You stated matter of factly, his eyes focused on yours. “If my fingers don’t matter then you don’t need them baby girl?” He asked as you pouted, your breath spiking.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” You whined as he dragged his wet fingers over your thighs, the slickness between your legs getting to levels of need that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Stuart please?” You asked, batting your lashes as his nails raked over the lace of your panties. “I like the sound of my name on your tongue. It’s filthy.” He whispered again, his fingers pressing against your cunt, as you whimpered. “Stuart-” You continued, his fingers pressing again, slowly tracing over your clit, the lace heightening the experience. “Baby, if you carry on, you’re going to be screaming it, not just whimpering it.” His tone was more dominant, his lips tight as he sucked the skin there, his fingers slowing to a standstill. You adjusted yourself, pulling your dress over your head until you were pretty much bare to him, the scraps of lace your only protection from his gaze. He sighed as he looked over you, your lips pushed out in a pout, your legs pulling him closer to you. “Stuaart, please baby.” You sang, your body screaming for relief as you saw something flash behind his eyes. “Well you asked so nicely baby girl.” You smiled, a grin spreading across your face as his fingers pressed against you again, trembling slightly as he held you in place.
“You’re so wet baby. Is this all for me?” You nodded, his fingers pulling the lace away as you raised your hips. “I can’t hear you.” He said as he climbed to his knees, his glasses low on his nose. “It’s all for you Stuart.” You breathed, his breath fanning over your cunt, a shiver running through your body, making you feel like a live current. “Well I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth biting at the skin of your thighs as he peppered kisses until he arrived where you needed him most. You couldn’t speak, barely managing to breathe as he licked over you, lapping against your clit with his tongue. “St-” You choked, your breath catching in your throat as his hands reached over your hips. He drew patterns in your skin, his tongue moving in perfect sync with his hands. Your legs shook as he slowed, taking his time to drag his tongue down your folds before nipping at your clit.
Curses filled the air, a mesh of moans and silent prayers as he buried himself between your legs. You reached for anything to anchor yourself, your body shaking, chest heaving with every breath. Your fingers slid against Stuarts shirt, clutching the material in your fists as his hands moved over you, his fingers circling your entrance. You bucked towards him, his digits dipping within you as you let a moan fall from your lips. He smiled, groaning against you, the vibrations running through you, your body lit up from the feel of his mouth on you. Your eyes screwed shut as he dipped his fingers again, curling at the knuckle as he scissored them open, massaging your walls. Your head fell back against the cupboard behind you, the sound barely noticed in the moment his fingers started to piston within you. “Stu-” You choked again, your orgasm creeping through your body, his tongue relentlessly drawing patterns your brain couldn’t comprehend. “Let it out baby.” He paused, his hands speeding up as he stood slightly, his lips pressing against your shoulder. “I’m-” He nodded, his thumb circling over your clit as his lips caught yours, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.
Strangulated cries were muffled as his tongue delved into your mouth, his kiss drowning out your screams as he pressed on, his thumb rolling over your clit with reckless abandon, your legs trembling with every movement. Your head was spinning, the room hot and his body so close to yours as you fell. You spasmed, toes curled as your orgasm crashed over you, static in your mind as your body was overcome with sheer pleasure. Stuart slowed, his thumb stilled as his fingers pulled from you. You collapsed against him, your chest heaving as he pushed you back, his fingers raised to your mouth. “Do you want to taste how delicious you are baby? Truly the best drink in town.” He smirked, the smile quickly fading as you took his fingers in your mouth, licking them clean. You put on a show, your tongue moving over his fingers, his nails almost hitting the back of your throat as you bobbed your head. You pulled from him, only enough to push back, your tongue almost vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips thrusting forwards against your legs as you looked up through your lashes. You pulled from him, his fingers leaving your mouth with a resounding pop.
You smiled, your eyes dark and hazy as you stood from the counter, your knees wobbling as you lost your footing. Strong arms darted out as he caught you, clutching you to him. “Maybe you should rehydrate yourself. It’s going to be a long night. After that baby girl you’re in for a fucking ride.” Stuart winked, reaching for the bottle behind him. You took it from him, swirling your tongue over the lip of the bottle before taking 4 deep gulps. “No glass?” He raised his brow at you, his hands returning to their place on your hips. “A glass isn’t gonna cut it.” You laughed, still holding the bottle as you walked him through your apartment. “I thought maybe, you needed some fresh air?” You asked as you opened the bay doors to your balcony, his eyes lighting up as you stepped out, the chill in the air setting goosebumps on your burning skin. You sank to your knees, spread out, your fingers playing with the freckles on your hips.
“I swear to god you aren’t even real.” He chuckled, stepping out into the cool air. You wasted no time, only just letting go of the bottle as you reached for his belt loops, pulling him closer to you. He looked down on you as you fumbled with the button on his jeans, his long fingers undoing it with ease. You looked up at him as you drank, your lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle. “You look so much better with something in your mouth baby girl.” You smiled up at him as you toyed with the waistband of his boxers, your tongue licking over your lips as you pulled them down. Moles smattered his every surface, constellations on his hip bones as you smoothed over them, your fingers tracing over him. He shivered, but not from the cool air on his skin, but rather the touch of your hands on his cock. You took him in your palm, stroking slowly as you gathered the precum from the head of his cock, lapping it up eagerly. “Take it slow baby girl, I’m in no rush?” He cooed as you worked your lips over the head of his cock, his words cut short as he stuttered.
You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed once more, his cock pressing against the back of your throat. You paused to swallow, your tongue flattening against him. “Don’t forget about your hands baby girl.” He stammered, his words punctuated with moans, his breathing coming fast as he thrust against your mouth. Your hands roamed over your body, your skin prickling with heat from your fingertips. You traced them down your body, rolling your nipples between your fingers, your moans vibrating around his cock. “Go on baby, you can do better than that.” he coaxed as you flickered your eyes up, finding his looking back at yours. You didn’t bat an eye as you moved your hand between your thighs, your fingers circling your clit as you bobbed your head. Stuarts hands laced in your hair, his fingers pulling it from your face into a makeshift pony. You choked on your moans as Stuart thrust, his hips snapping against your mouth. You dipped your fingers between your folds, your hips rolling against your hands as your tongue mimicked the movements. Stuarts grip tightened on your hair as you took him to his base, your lips pulling the skin taut as you slowly released him. You pumped him with your free hand, your fingers tracing over his balls as you rocked your hips, your fingers pumping within you.
You felt your orgasm creep up on you, the chill in the air had you set ablaze, every nerve shot as the coil in your stomach tighten. Stuarts thrusts became sloppy, his breathing labored as you bobbed your head, sucking him tighter between your lips. “I’m-” You choked, your finger speeding up their rhythm as you drummed against your walls, your tongue flattening against his cock. “I don’t know how long I can last with you like this-” You cut him short, your lips tightening again as you sped up your mouth, working your tongue over him until you felt his cock twitch, hot liquid filling your mouth. Your body was clinging to an edge that was slowly disintegrating. You paused, swallowing thickly as you returned to pumping your fingers, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you, moans filling the air. You cried out, your hand falling away from your body as you surged forward. Your hair fell in your face, sweat making it cling to your skin as you battled to get your breath back. Stuart bent down, his hands cupping your face as he looked you in the eyes, his glasses fogging up yet again. “We’re not done yet baby girl. Not by a long shot.” He kissed your forehead before his hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to your feet.
You stood weary, your heart hammering against your ribcage as his hands palmed over your waist, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your collarbones. Your brain was hazy from his kisses and the drinks but his mouth felt like heaven on your cold skin. “You’re freezing. I have something that can warm you up.” He winked as he pulled from you, his shirt coming off his body, revealing a toned torso, dark hair leading to his cock, dark curly and inviting. He shrugged off the material, placing it around your shoulders as you hooked your arms into the soft shirt, grateful for some warmth in the biting cold. “Thank you.” you spoke in a small voice, your throat dry. You reached for the bottle of wine, taking some before offering it to Stuart, his tongue licking over his lips as he took two long gulps. You stood for a minute Stuart’s hands on your body before his lips were on you again, fire’s rekindling from an ember that hadn’t gone out yet. “Think you go for another?” He asked, his fingers tracing over your chest. You nodded, your eyes closing as you lost yourself in his touch. “Are you sure you can?” You repeated back to him, a smirk on your lips as he pressed you back towards the balcony.
“Of course I can, with you looking like that and having a mouth like yours I could go again and again.” He smiled, a laugh leaving his mouth. “Well then, prove it.” You raised your brow, his hands pushing you away from him. “Turn around and stick that ass out for me baby girl.” He growled, his hands smoothing over your ass. You did as you were told, his hands snaking around your hips as he positioned himself behind you. You held your breath as he teased over you, dipping in before jerking away, his breath loud. You whined, pressing yourself back against him, until he was seated deep within you. He paused for a moment, adjusting himself before he began to thrust, his hips rolling to meet with yours. Your head fell forwards against your chest as he sped up, his nails digging crescent moons into your skin, his mouth sucking dark purple marks into your shoulder blades. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his cock, your hands gripping onto a metal bar as he fucked you till you couldn’t see straight. “Oh god baby, you’re so fucking tight-” He stammered, his hips increasing their speed as he pounded into you. You were a mess of words and curses, completely at the mercy of his touch as his hands roamed over your stomach and up to your tits.
He pulled you back, flush against his chest as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, his teeth sinking into the soft spot in the crook of your neck. You cried as you arched your back, your orgasm already crashing over you. There was no beginning to him and no end to you, all you were was how you felt in that moment and you felt like you were flying. Sounds of his moans chorused in your ears as he approached his high, your muscles clenching around his cock as he slammed into you, his fingers anchoring you to him as he bottomed out within you, his orgasm crashing over him with a resounding groan. You fell from his chest, your body spent, legs trembling as you clutched the balcony railing for support. He stumbled back, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his eyes honey brown and sparkling.
“Yeah, you’re going to need more wine, we kind of spilled that one.” He pointed to the bottle, red wine leaking over the concrete flooring. You shrugged, your lips curling up in a smile. “I got all night and 2 more bottles. I’m game if you are?” You laughed as he closed the gap between you, his arms snaking around your waist. “Oh i’m game. You know what I’m glad I actually came out tonight, even though the bar sucked.” You laughed as you thought back to not long ago. “So do I. I suck.” You winked, cringing at your own bad joke. “Oh yeah you do baby girl, but you suck waaaaay better.”
The bar is loud and rowdy, the usual horde of Thursday night morons are out in full force tonight and it takes everything in me to not cringe at the sight of them. My nostrils flare slightly at the effort, thinking about their stupid white t-shirts and wannabe tough black leather jackets as they order endless shots of whatever disgusting liquor they think will make them the most badass. After all, the alcohol is just a method to get at the few women that are draped across them acting as if these guys are kings of the goddamn universe when in all reality they just want to be able to get shitfaced without paying for it.
I roll my eyes at the simpering brunette to the left of me that’s currently perched on the lap of the loudest sleazeball here tonight. A beefy, red faced man, drenched in some cologne that at best could be considered absolutely disgusting and I shudder slightly at the thought of some girl finding it appealing. I try my best to block them out, choosing instead to try and focus on the task in front of me.
“Hey baby, how about you slide me a little shot of somethin’ and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for it later.” He says, leering suggestively at the girl behind the bar while he slides his hand up underneath the skirt of the chick on his lap.
The bartender glances up at the man in front of her, pausing for a moment before smiling at him, “Sure thing hot stuff, just give me a second.” Her voice is sugary sweet and she shoots him a wink.
I try to push down the sense of disappointment that’s filling me, I was hoping she had better taste than to be impressed by the caveman idiot next to me. He smirks at the girl on his lap, clearly so fucking proud of himself for no fucking reason and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
She pulls a bottles towards her, unscrewing the cap quickly and putting it down on the bar before pouring out a full shot of the clear liquor and then sliding it across the bar to him. She quickly puts the cap back on and shoves the bottles back with some others, out of sight.
“Drink up,” she says with a small smirk, and he throws his head back, downing the whole shot without a second thought. He grimaces slightly, staggering up off of his stool.
“As much as I’d love to keep staring at your pretty little fuck me lips, I’m out of here, I’ve got a slut to fuck,” He says in a slur, pulling the brunette up along behind him, “Don’t miss me too much, Dollface.”
She shoots him a glare as soon as his back is turn, mumbling something to herself in irritation and I bite back a chuckle.
“Can I get a Rum and Coke on the rocks?” I ask her and she whips her head up to look at me, “Preferably without the rubbing alcohol added into it.” I add in a low voice and her eyes widen as she blushes slightly.
“You could tell?” She asks in a mumble and I snicker, which causes her to blush a little darker.
“I could smell it from across the bar.”
“You didn’t say anything, you could have warned him.”
“Why would I do that? He’s trash water, definitely deserved some isopropyl.”
“Did you just call him trash water?” She asks with a laugh and I can feel my face heat up slightly.
“Well yeah, it seemed like a good insult, what would you have called him?”
She slides my drink to me and I take a sip of it, “Off the clock? Probably a cock sucker.” I snort, the alcohol shooting out through my nose slightly and I cough, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to ignore the horrible burning sensation in my nasal passage.
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” She gasps out between peals of laughter.
“Not quite the suave impression I was hoping to make.” I mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed and she smiles at me sweetly, causing my stomach to flip slightly.
“Honestly, you’re the only one in this bar making a decent impression.”
“Really? The nerd boy is making a better impression than all these overaged jock types?” I ask her, quirking an eyebrow at her and she grins and she pours some alcohol into another glass.
“So it would seem. Drink up, nerd boy.” She says with a laugh before sliding another glass towards me, “On the house.”
“Come on Nerd Boy, you’ve been coming here for weeks and you’re telling me you’re still just going to order a ‘Rum and Coke on the rocks’.” She says making her voice rough and low to imitate how I order my usual drink and I find my eyes focusing on the curve of her lips as she pulls them into a grin.
“What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”
“I have a strict no creatures in my bar philosophy.” She finishes mixing a drink and slides it towards me, “Here, try this one.”
“What is it?” I ask, eyeing the orange red drink suspiciously.
“Sex on the beach,” She says, flashing me one of those winks that makes my heart drop to my stomach and leap into my throat simultaneously, “On the rocks, I didn’t switch it up on you too much.” She adds with a laugh as she leans towards me from across the other side of the bar and I nod absentmindedly, watching as her chest strains against the thin fabric of her crop top, her breasts swelling up over the top slightly and I gulp slightly.
“I see Walt loosened up a bit on the dress code,” I comment, motioning slightly towards her while I take a sip of my drink and she smirks at me suggestively.
“He liked the sudden spike in profit from me getting to wear what I want.”
“I can see that.” I say, shooting a pointed look over at a group of rowdy neanderthals that are ogling at her.
“Jealous, nerd boy?” She teases, winking at the group of guys before blowing me a kiss.
“Of them? Never.” I mumble, downing a bit more of my drink.
“Good, you shouldn’t be, you’re worth ten of them anyways.”
“You’re just saying that because I always let you con me into helping you close down the bar.”
“You caught me, babes, it’s all secretly part of my wicked master plan.”
“Someone call Satan, his daughter is loose in the bar,” I quip back and she grins at me devilishly.
“Where do you think i get my sinfully good looks from?” She asks, biting her lip before shooting me another sultry wink and I gulp, trying to swallow down the lump of nervousness that’s formed in my throat.
“Devil woman,” I mutter under my breathe and she laughs before making her way down to another section of the bar to hustle some tips out of the poor unsuspecting idiots that have been lusting after her all night long.
I gaze after her, my eyes trained on the way her frayed denim shorts that hug her ass like a second skin, and I shift uncomfortably, trying to will away the thoughts of gripping her ass while I have her pinned up between me and a wall.
She leans against the bar, her breasts swelling from the positioning of her arms as she flirts with some sloppy looking fuckboy that can’t keep his eyes off of her cleavage and I clench my jaw, an inferno of jealousy igniting inside me. He splays his hand over the top of hers, leering at her, and I want nothing more than to tear my gaze away and pretend nothing is happening.
I stare at them intently, my eyes scanning her body language. While on the outside she looks like she’s enjoying it, looking a little closer at the more subtle reactions tells a completely different story. While at first glance she looks completely comfortable having him touching her, I can see the slight tense of her jaw, the way she seems to look through him rather than at him, the way her fingers clench slightly onto the worn wood of the bar.
A sense of relief floods through me slightly, along with a hint of smugness that she never has to force herself to endure talking to me, like it’s some kind of chore she can’t be bothered with. I glance back down to my tablet, letting myself focus on some work, attempting to keep myself from continuing to obsess over her.
“I thought they’d never fucking leave,” She grumbles, swiping her ragged towel against the bar roughly, irritation radiating off of her.
“I’m starting to wonder if all bartenders hate their jobs or if it’s just you.” I tease her and she flashes me a withering glare.
“I’m sure the others would hate it too if they had hoardes of scummy fuckboys using shitty pickup lines on them too.”
“Fair enough,” I put my hands up defensively, signifying my surrender and she sighs.
“I like it well enough for the most part,” She mumbles quietly, “I like mixing the drinks, and getting to meet new people, and hear all the crazy stories from people that come to visit from other countries, and not to mention when we get the groups of Aussies and Irish guys because they’re always a good time,” She pauses, smirking at my obvious discomfort at how much fun she thinks the Australians and Irish are, “But the entitlement always gets me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why these guys think they can just come in and automatically get their pick of whatever the fuck they want. They have no problem flashing around all this supposed money they have, yet they always try and get free drinks. They only tip well if they think I’m going to sleep with them, and many of them just assume I’m going to let them just fuck me against the bar just because they decided to look at me.”
I nod sympathetically, but I can’t help the image of fucking her against the bar that flashes into my mind. The thought of her legs wrapped around my waist while I slide into her, her back arching up off of the battered bar while I bury my face in her perfect breasts.
“Earth to nerd boy,” She says loudly, waving her hand in front of my face, and I blink quickly, trying to banish the thoughts from my head. “What were you thinking about?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at me and I can feel my face flush slightly as I clear my throat.
“My absolute outrage at the scummy fuckboys, of course.” I pull my beanie off, running my hand nervously through my hair before fixing my glasses and she fixes me with a stare, not looking entirely convinced.
Silence falls between us, punctuated by the bass vibrating through the walls from the club next door. She glances up at the clock on the wall before throwing down the rag and hopping over the bar.
“Let’s go, nerd boy.” She says, grabbing my hand and I drop my beanie down onto my now vacated stool.
“Where are we going?”
“Next door, I wanna dance and you, kind sir, are going to keep all the creeps from putting their nasty little hands on me.”
I gulp, trying not to focus on how her hand feels in mine, and silently willing my body to absolutely not start clamming up.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for my awesome moves,” I mumble and she looks over her shoulder to flash me a grin.
“Bring it, stud.”
She pulls me through the door, and down along the alley connecting the bar to the club, nothing but confidence radiating off of her without a hint of hesitation. I take a deep breath, giving myself a silent pep talk, determined not to make a fool of myself.
The loudness of the music hits me the second we walk in, and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness of the club. She weaves us through the throngs of sweaty bodies until she finds a place for us in the middle of the dance floor.
Leaning against me, she doesn’t let go of my hand, choosing instead to rest it on her hip and my hand grips her unconsciously. She sways her hips against me, in perfect time to the beat of the music and I fall into rhythm behind her. My other hand makes it’s way to her other hip, gripping her tightly as I pull her closer to me and she leans her head back against my chest, one of her arms snaking up to grasp the back of my neck.
A shiver goes up along my spine, the feeling of being so close to her is intoxicating. A small bit of courage surges through me and I lean down, brushing my lips against her neck and she lets out a shaky breath. That faint sound of encouragement is all I seem to need before I’m dipping my mouth back down, tracing every inch of her neck with my tongue until I nip gently at the junction between her neck and shoulder. She whimpers softly, a needy sound, and I suck in a harsh breath. I can feel the heat of her as she grinds against me, almost like she’s trying to conquer every inch of space left between us.
“Lemme show you how a real man dances,” Some red headed sleazeball slurs, pulling her out of my grasp until she pressed against his chest, his hands splaying across the bare skin of her stomach where her crop top has risen up. Another surge of jealousy goes through me, watching him put his hands on her. She glances back at me, her gaze slicing through me to the core, and suddenly, the jealousy is replaced with a burning intensity I can’t explain.
“Hands off my girl.” I growl, and he smirks at me.
“She doesn’t seem to be complaining, are you doll face.”
I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling towards me like she’s nothing more than a leaf on the wind. I fold her into my arm, wrapping it possessively around her waist.
“Back. Off.”
“Look bro, a bad bitch like her doesn’t want some Bing water boy.”
I see red, and before I know it my fist is colliding with his nose and there’s a satisfying crunching sound before blood starts streaming from his nose, “It’s google, bitch.”
I pull her after me, back through the wall of sweaty bodies, and out the door before shoving her against the rough brick wall.
“I hate seeing them with their hands on you, baby,” I growl, my hands finding their way to her waist as I drag the tip of my nose down the side of her neck, my lips ghosting along the shell of her ear, “I hate seeing how they look at you, like they want nothing more than to fuck you until you’re screaming their names,” I suck a hickey onto her neck, rough and raw, claiming her as mine, “The only name you’re going to be screaming is mine.”
“Stuart,” She whimpers, using my name for the first time I can really remember and hearing it roll off her tongue does nothing to quiet the roaring in my blood.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tightly against her as her mouth meets mine in a searing kiss, pulling my lower lip between her teeth and I groan against her mouth. I slide my tongue into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. I wrap my fist in her hair, pulling her head back to give me unrestricted access to the column of her neck as I nip my way down the soft skin. Her head falls back against the brick wall, as she lets of a soft moan.
“Stuart,” She whines, her voice raspy, “I need you.”
“Better get those keys out or I’m fucking you right here against this wall, baby girl,” I groan in her ear and her breath hitches, “Something tells me you’d like that.”
She slides out from where she was pressed between me and the wall, and I lean against the wall letting out a harsh breath while she fumbles with her key ring before the door pops open.
“You coming?” She asks over her shoulder, trailing her eyes down my body and I can feel my cock twitch at the way she bites her lip.
“We will be,” I mumble under my breath, smirking at her, and she winks at me before reaching her hand out to pull me into the dark bar.
I shove her against the now closed door, returning to my mouth’s assault against the delicate skin of her neck, and trailing my hands down her body so I can palm her ass through her shorts.
“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night.” I groan, gripping her roughly, my hands under her thighs so I can lift her up, my body slotting in between her legs. Her core hot against my abdomen and I shudder at the thought of how it’ll feel to be inside of her.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.” She moans in my ear and suddenly my khakis are much too tight and I need her even more than I thought was possible.
“If you want to use your mouth for filthy things then I can think of something much better than just saying naughty things.” I say to her in a low growl and she flicks her tongue out, licking my lips teasingly.
“Anything for you, Daddy,” she purrs, and there’s a roaring in my ears so intense I have to push back the animalistic urge to slam into her and fuck her hard against this door.
“On your knees, now, princess.”
She slides down my body, in a move that in the best case scenario could be described as practically pornographic until she settles on her knees on the hard floor, looking up at me innocently. I take a few steps back from her, the look in her eye almost predatory, as she crawls slowly along the floor towards me. My back hits the wall as she grins at me, her hands splaying across my thighs before gripping them. She runs her nails up and down my thighs, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as a shiver runs down my spine. She presses a few open mouthed kisses up one clothed thigh and then down the other. Her fingers trail along the top of my waistband dipping under it before sliding back out, teasing me, and I can’t contain the whimper that escapes from my mouth.
“You’re being so good for me, baby,” she says, one hand gripping the buckle of my belt, “Letting me tease you when I know all you want to do is shove your hard cock down my throat,” She purrs, looking up at me through her lashes as she palms me through my khakis and I groan at the feeling of her hand against my growing bulge.
She unbuckles my belt, tossing it to the side before popping the button of my pants and pulling the zipper down slowly- never breaking eye contact, looking like she wants to devour every inch of me. She pulls my pants down farther from where they’re already slung low on my hips, pushing them down until they’re around my ankles so she can palm me through the thin material of my boxers and my eyes roll back slightly as she gently applies some more pressure.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she says in a sultry tone, “late at night when I get off of work, laying in my bed until I can’t help but to play with myself imagining it’s you.”
She kisses me through my boxers and my hips snap forward, desperate for more attention and she grins at me sweetly. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me, baby.”
She shoves my boxers down until they’re pooled around my ankles with my pants. Leaning forward, she sticks her tongue out, slowly licking the underside of my cock and I shudder as I let out a hiss.
She takes me into her mouth slowly, swirling her tongue around me, teasing me and I lean my head back against the wall. She slides me farther into her mouth, working up and down my length and I can’t keep back the low moans that are coming out from the depths of my throat.
“Just like that baby girl, fuck you do this so well,” I moan, my hips thrusting slightly, keeping in time with the pace she’s set with her mouth. I look down at her, groaning at the sight of my length sliding in and out of her lips as she hums around me, the vibrations shooting through me. She wraps a hand around my base, pumping slowly and then faster.
“F-fuck, so good,” I groan again, tangling my hands in her hair as she bobs her mouth up and down along me, hollowing out her cheeks so she can take all of me until I feel the tip of my cock tapping against the back of her throat and I almost come undone and the mere thought of the fact that she’s deepthroating me. She pulls me completely out of her mouth and I whimper at the loss of the sensation of her mouth when she suddenly takes me back in her throat, sliding me in and out quickly.
“Just like that, princess, fuck just like that. I’m so close.” I grip her head tightly as she works her mouth against me until I can feel that familiar pull in the pit of my stomach. “Almost there baby girl, fuck, fuck fuck, I love your pretty little mouth.”
I cum with a groan, expecting her to pull away, my mouth hanging open slightly as she continues to work her mouth against me, before slowly pulling me out of her mouth with a soft pop.
“You taste even better than I thought you would.” She says nonchalantly, winking at me as she licks her lips.
“Well I’m not fucking done with you yet.” I grab her from her position on her knees, swinging her up over my shoulder as I carry her to the bar before dumping her unceremoniously on the weathered wood.
I pull at her shorts, frantic to get them off of her and she arches her hips up so that I can slide them off of her.
“You’re not the only one good with your tongue, baby girl.” I say against the sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh and she squirms a little.
“Do your best, Twombly,” She sasses back a little breathlessly and I smirk against her before sucking a few hickeys onto her thighs. I take my time, slowly working my lips and teeth against every inch of her thighs and hips until she’s covered in bites and bruises.
“Are you done marking your new territory yet?” She snaps at me, attempting to rub her thighs together to create some friction, and I chuckle slightly as I hold her thighs down and she whines.
“Patience is a virtue, princess.”
“Not one I possess.” She mumbles in irritation and I smirk at her smugly before leaning down and licking a stripe along her already soaked panties and her hips lurch towards me as she gasps.
“Not so sassy now, are you baby,” I ask, pulling hard on her panties until I feel them give way and fall in tattered scraps away from her. “Fuck, princess, you look delicious.”
She whimpers as I lean down towards her, letting out a slow, long breath, loving the way she squirms as the cold air hits her soaked core.
I drag my tongue through her folds, flicking it against her clit and she moans. Her hands are in my hair, pulling at it roughly and I groan against her core which only makes her moan louder and pull harder. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before flattening it against her and she grinds herself against my face. I can’t get enough of it, the taste of her is absolutely intoxicating and I could spend hours here with my face buried in her cunt tracing lazy patterns against her with my tongue.
I slip my tongue inside of her, lapping at her greedily and she arches her hips up as she rocks them against me. I slide a long finger into her, and she lets out a filthiest moan I’ve ever heard that always makes me stop what I’m doing, completely entranced by it.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” She growls threateningly and I’m happy to comply, sliding another finger into her before hooking them up into her and hitting that spot deep within her.
“Fuck.” She whimpers, “Stuart, baby, fuck please don’t stop.”
“What’s my name, baby?” I ask her, looking at her as she grasps at her own breasts, palming them through her crop top as I work my fingers in and out of her.
“Baby,” she whimpers, “Stuart, please.” She adds.
“Not quite princess,” I say, my fingers slowing their pace slightly causing her to hitch her breath.
“Please let me cum, please Daddy, please,” She begs, and I lean forward quickly to suck on her clit. Her hips slam up against me as she clenches around my fingers, screaming my name as her thighs quake beneath my grasp. I keep working my mouth and fingers against her lazily, under the shaking subsides before slowly pulling away from her.
“How was that, for a nerd boy?” I ask, winking at her, and she raises up slightly, leaning back on her arms to look at me.
“I need you inside of me now.” She says, her eyes dark with lust and I bite back a groan of my own.
“Anything you want, baby girl.” I pull her by her thighs towards me until her ass if just barely on the bar before lining myself up with her still dripping entrance.
I swipe my cock through her folds, teasing her, before sliding my length into her. She moans, arching her hips to meet my slow strokes.
“Fuck baby you feel so good, so fucking tight.”
“Holy fuck,” She whimpers, rocking her hips against me. I lift one of her legs, hitching it onto my shoulder so I can deeper into her and she moans loudly. “F-fuck baby, right fucking there.”
I draw slow circles on her clit with my thumb, watching is awe as she begins to shake and writhe underneath me.
She’s panting, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing making her tits look beyond fantastic and I can’t resist the urge to suck a few more dark bruises onto to them before pulling her nipple into my mouth.
She whimpers as I pull away, before moaning as I take the other in my mouth, my fingers still working against her clit as I slide in and out of her.
“I’m so fucking close,” She whimpers, her nails digging into my back as she tries to pull me closer to her until my hips are slamming against hers.
Without any warning she clenches around me, her nails digging so roughly into my back as if it’s the only thing anchoring her as she screams my name again. My strokes are becoming sloppier, the sound of my name on her lips like a chanted prayer tipping me over the edge until I’m falling with her, completely consumed by the sensation of her.
I thrust slowly, before gripping the bar so I don’t collapse completely on her and she slides off of it shakily.
“Well, fuck.” She says simply, and all I can do is chuckle in response before pulling her in for a searing kiss. We finally pull away from each other when I feel like my lungs are going to burst from a complete lack of oxygen, not that I think I’d mind that much.
“So, how do you feel about round two back at my place?” She asks winking at me and I smirk at her.
“Like it was even a question, maybe next time I’ll order you on the rocks.” I retort, nipping at her shoulder and she giggles.
“I do love me a good, kinky, sex god of a nerd boy.”
Summary: Stuart's roommate is getting it on and he doesn't want to be in the room, so he goes to visit his cute neighbor across the hall.
A/N: Yeah I am the worst procrastinator so while I had no wifi in Texas, I decided to write a shit ton of stories. XOXO Y/EN- Your ex's name
Tyler was an hour late for our movie night. He promised he wouldn't chicken out on watching Insidious again. That pussy. I sigh and get up to put the popcorn in. Just because he wasn't going to come and watch it doesn't mean I won't. I love horror movies more than life itself.
Okay, that was overdramatic, but still, horror movies are awesome.
So I lean against my counter checking Instagram to see a post by my ex-boyfriend holding a huge bouquet of red roses. I roll my eyes and check the caption. He doesn't have a new girl. Countless hours of stalking his page a week after our relationship ended. It's been two months and neither one of us are in a relationship.
'Surprise' is all his caption states. I roll my eyes and perk up when the microwave beeped. I take out the steaming bag and settle onto my couch. I search up Insidious. As I was about to play it, I hear three knocks at my door. I get up, unwillingly seeing as I was perfectly comfortable.
"What the hell Ty?" I shout at the boy who knocked on my door. Except it wasn't Tyler. It was the cute glasses boy that lives across the hall from me. My face flushes red and my eyes widen at the boy who continuously looked at his phone and nothing else.
"Hey, uh I need to get out of there," he still looks at his phone, causing me to roll my eyes, "Neha is getting on with some guy and girl in a bar, and I really don't want to hear it so-" he looks up and stops talking. I raise an eyebrow while his eyes shamelessly takes in my appearance. I'm wearing black shorts and Tyler's old Yankees Baseball tee-shirt.
"Uh, what?" I question the boy. He's wearing his signature beanie, thick-framed glasses. He has a red shirt and some black plaid pajama pants on and black socks.
"Do you mind if I hide here for a couple of hours, it literally sounds like they're making a porno in there," I chuckle along with Stuart.
"Sure, I was about to put on a movie," I let the boy in. He looks around my apartment. Tyler, my roommate, lives with me, but he seemed to have vanished. Coward.
"What movie?" Stuart looks over my extensive book collection by the TV.
"Insidious," I settle back on the couch and start eating some popcorn. He wanders next to me and sits down, stealing some popcorn. "Hey, I said you can hide, not eat my food." He smirks and takes some more.
"I have never seen it," he says in between bites.
"Neither have I. I was supposed to watch it with Tyler, but he ditched me," I said.
"Tyler is your boyfriend, right?" he looks at me curiously. I start laughing like full on belly cramps laughing. Tears come to my eyes while Stuart watches me carefully as if I am a lunatic.
"He's as gay as the sun is bright," I explain. Stuart turns bright red. I giggle some more before starting the movie. "I'm watching this, so if you wanna watch you can, or just crash in my room down the hall."
"I'll join you," he smiles and I reciprocate.
We sit there watching the creep ass movie. It isn't scary, it's more of white people not fucking noticing there is something wrong with the house. I sigh and continue to watch despite nothing really scares me. It's more of an uneasy feeling.
However, Stuart is practically a trembling chihuahua next to me. He jumped at the littlest of things. I laugh to myself a couple of times. He actually took my blanket to hide behind. I yank it back and we ended up in a subtle tug of war thing going on. Eventually, I let him win considering he needs it more than I do.
"Can you stop being a scared little bitch?" I tease.
"If you can stop being a normal sized bitch," he retorts. I scoff and yank my blanket back. He grabs my blanket and my wrist and pulls me close to him. I am sitting on his lap and his head is ducked in the crook of my neck.
My breathing slows down and there is no other noise besides the eerie music from the movie. "I hate horror movies," he mumbles against my skin.
"Then why," I gulped, "did you stay to watch?"
"I wanted to spend time with you."
I shake my head and smile a bit. Getting scared to spend time with a girl. Cheesy. I turn my attention back to the TV. I lean back against him and he still watches it except with his arms wrapped around my waist. He occasionally hides his face in my neck, subtly kissing every so often. I let out a small wisp of air whenever he hits the right spot. His grip seems to tighten every time I do that.
Eventually, we just watch the movie, him still being scared, and me falling asleep. At one point, Stuart lays us both down where he's on his back and I'm resting on his chest. I am in between sleep and consciousness when I hear the jingle of keys, thinking it's Tyler I just continue to lay my head down. Stuart kisses the top of my head. His hand is rubbing circles on my back underneath my shirt.
The door swings open, "What the actual fuck Y/N?" I jumped up as did Stuart.
"Y/EN?" I gaped at the boy standing with the million roses. What the hell is he doing here?
"Are you serious? You are dating this guy?" He gets up towards us. Stuart and I get off the couch, he crosses his arms with a scolding expression and I glare at the asshole I wasted two years of my life with.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I question him.
"I ran into Tyler at the bar, he gave me his set of keys," Y/EN continues to glares at Stuart. I can't believe Tyler gave him his keys. Yeah, I have been moping around wanting him back, but this is the first time since we broke up that I felt happier without him. There was no way I was going to go back to him after how miserable he made me.
"Listen, I need his keys back and I need you to get the hell out of here," I almost growl. He drops the roses on the coffee table, surprised at my words. I roll my eyes. "I am finally happy, and no I am not dating him, you were an over conceited asshole who gave no shits about me, so be a fucking magician and disappear. It didn't bother you that you were absent in our relationship before so it shouldn't bother you too much now."
Y/EN stomped out angrily. At least he knew the word no.
I turn towards Stuart, already bright red and ready to apologize for dickweed's behavior, but Stuart smiles at me and opens his arms. I walk right into them and wrap mine around his waist. He has his over my shoulders. He kisses the top of my head.
"That was pretty badass," he chuckles. I nod laughing a little myself. We stay like that for a moment.
"I'm going to kill Tyler for ruining movie night," I try to make the atmosphere a little more light. Stuart laughs again.
"It wasn't completely ruined. I got to cuddle with a beautiful girl," I could practically feel his cheesy smile. "Do you want to, like, go out sometime, you know without the creepy demon child this time?"
"And the weirdo ex, sure," I add in. Stuart drags me back down to our positions before and we finish the movie, eventually falling asleep together.
