Flickering lanterns, candlelight, and the occasional flash of lightning outside were the only sources of light illuminating the dark, wooden inside of the old mansion. Dust glittered in the air with each flicker of light into the window, providing what just so happened to be the perfect atmosphere for a Halloween party, like the one you were currently at.
Fake cobwebs covered the walls and drapped down from the tall arched doorways. Fake spiders, ghosts, and skeletons littered every corner of the spacious rooms and even the large table that held the punch bowls and snacks.
It was a cold night, way colder than you had anticipated. The storm outside raged on, bringing heavy rain that pounded harshly against the roof and windows and vicious winds that howled throughout the night, filling your ears as it ran past the house.
The little nurse costume you decided to wear also wasn’t doing you any favors, granted you’d put it on before it started to storm, the material barely came down enough to cover your ass, let alone your legs at all leaving you completely exposed to the cool breeze.
Other guests filled up the space in all the other rooms. Everyone was dressed up in costumes and talking noisily amongst themselves, laughing, and taking pictures together.
The old, dark floorboards creaked loudly with every click of your red heels as you walked around, sipping your drink and looking at the dated architecture and unsmiling pictures of people that had to be taken centuries ago.
“Creepy..” You mumble into your cup when you walk past the picture of an older woman whose eyes seemed to follow your every movement.
*ding*
You pull your phone from the pocket of the dress, bright white light washing over your face.
“The fuck.” You mutter to yourself with a confused twitch in your expression.
“Who is this??” You text back, slipping the phone back into your pocket. Trying to brush it off as someone just pulling a stupid Halloween prank.
Despite your efforts to be calm, you started getting a very sudden, eerie feeling in your stomach. No matter where you’d walk, you could feel it.. it was like a dark cloud hovering over you that made your heart race, your palms started to grow a little sweaty from the nerves, chills rushing down your spine like the air had grown even colder.
Looking around, nothing was different. Everyone continued laughing, dancing, and talking just as they were.
Even so, you don’t know how, but you were sure of it..
You look around for a moment, confused. Scanning every inch of the room with your eyes, even looking up at the railing at the top of the stairs that would look out over the crowded house.
No one was on their phone at the moment, so how? Who?
You begin to text back wanting to tell them to fuck off but another text comes through before you can.
“𝓘’𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 .”
“The fuck are you talking about a game?? What do you want??”
“𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓻𝔂.”
“Who are you? How am I supposed to find you??”
“🕙 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷’ “
You exhale, putting the phone back in your pocket, looking around, trying to see if there was anyone suspicious around, but you didn’t see anyone. All the faces you could see seemed to not be paying you any mind as they chatted with each other. Nothing seems odd.
You let out a huff, throwing your hand up in defeat before letting it drop back down, hitting your thigh softly as you begin walking around.
You had come to the party with your boyfriend, Reiner. However, you lost track of him about thirty minutes ago when he said he had to use the bathroom.
You started to feel more uncomfortable and paranoid, wanting to find him. You quickly pull your phone back out, going to your last texts with him.
You: “Reiner, where are you??”
Reiner: “I told you I went to the bathroom. House is huge, got lost. Coming back now. You alright?”
You: “Yeah.. something weird is going on, Rei..”
You stand there waiting for a moment, staring at your phone seeing the three dots pop up, then stop. No reply. He did just tell you he was coming back, but it shouldn’t be taking this long.
“Have you seen Reiner?” You ask one of your homegirls only for her to shake her head no, turning to point and telling you that she last saw him going in the direction of the bathroom.
As you walk off, you click your tongue in frustration, heels clacking against the floor aggressively as you walk quickly, trying to find him and hoping to find him very soon. Your heartbeat almost matched the rhythm in your steps.
You didn’t like the feeling you had right now, a feeling of not being safe. He shouldn’t be gone this long.
You walk quickly through the rooms, scanning every face before you hesitantly made your way around a corner, softly saying, “Excuse me.” to squeeze by a couple of people that were standing in your way.
Once you’d hit the corner, it brought you to a grand staircase that led up to complete darkness, the opening of the hallway only briefly being lit by the flickers of lightning that burst through the stained glass window at the end of the hall.
You’d already looked everywhere for Reiner downstairs, coming to the conclusion that he couldn’t be there.
But why would he go upstairs?
You place your hand on the rail, taking a singular step onto the first stair, hearing the wood screech beneath your foot.
You sigh as you slowly begin to walk up the stairs, each step seeming louder than the last.
As you got closer to the top, you pulled out your phone, lifting it slowly to shine a stream of light down the dark hall. It was empty, quiet. There were about six doors on each side and a long rug running down the middle of it, leading to the large glass window.
Once you step onto the platform, you look around a bit before continuing forward slowly.
“Reiner?” You say in a hushed yell, walking so slowly you were convinced the hallway was growing longer and that you’d never reach the end of it.
“Reiner? This isn’t funny..” You speak again, wanting nothing more than to just go back down the stairs, but the thought of something happening to him flooded your mind.
About halfway down the hall, the feeling returned, the feeling of being watched.
Your heartbeat picks up, breaths growing shaky as your legs begin to feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, heels scuffing across the floor. The feeling sent chills down your spine again. Making you freeze in place for a moment.
The hall was still quiet, no sign of anyone else being there, every room door was closed, and you definitely weren’t about to open them to make sure they were empty, but they were all dark, you could tell by looking at the bottom of the doors.
Just in time with a loud crack of thunder, you hear the sounds of heavy footsteps moving quickly towards you, making you jump and spin around, quickly shining your flashlight.
Nothing
“I’m losing my fucking mind..” You sigh, breath shaky as you begin to think that you're just being dramatic. You look down the empty hall once again, back where the staircase leads back down before you decide to continue walking down the upstairs hall.
You spin back around on your heels, and a large hand presses into your lower back, another covering your mouth quickly, muffling the scream you let out as you were pulled forward roughly against the large figure.
“Looking for me, sugar?”
The figure leans down near your ear, speaking in a hushed, deep voice before you push them off.
“Reiner?? What are you doing? You scared the hell outta me.” You say throwing a hand over your heart with a sigh and shoving him playfully with the other, the adrenaline making your body feel shaky and weak. You shine the flashlight up near his face, and he laughs, clearly very amused that he got you.
“It’s not funny, asshole.. God, you almost gave me a heart attack. Why the hell are you way up here in the damn dark? And why do you have that?”
You both look down at the large knife that he has in his hand before looking in each other’s eyes again. He’s looking at you like you should already know the answer to that.
“It goes with the costume..” He says, and you shake your head in disbelief, looking at him.
“A fake one wasn't good enough for you? You just had your hand on my back, Reiner.. what if you woulda stabbed me? I’d be dead. Just up here bleeding cause you playin' with knives.”
He laughs softly at your dramatics with a roll of his eyes.
“First off.. I don’t think that would kill you.. depending on where I stabbed you, I suppose.. I’m very careful and I wouldn’t ever hurt you.. unless you want me to.”
“You play too much. Let’s go.. it’s dark up here, and it stinks.. smell like a funeral home.”
When you turn to head back to the staircase, Reiner reaches out to grab your wrist, twirling you back to him as he drags you into one of the rooms, quickly closing the door.
“Reiner.. what are you –“
“Shh.”
“Why..”
“Shh.”
You both stand in silence for a moment, you're looking up at him as he turns his head, listening to something before he speaks again softly, turning his attention back to you.
“I thought I heard someone.. I didn’t want anyone to know we were up here..”
“Man, I thought it was something serious.. why are we in here.. it’s dark. What if it's spiders in here or some shit..”
He takes out his phone, turning the flashlight on before sitting it on top of a dated piece of furniture to provide more light in the room.
“I wanted to have some fun.. we can’t do that? And there’s no spiders.. I checked.” He says, leaning down to brush his lips along your neck
“Yeah, but I’m still confused about the knife.. they sell fake ones Reiner and why you still holding it?”
“What, you don’t trust me with it?” He asks with a slight grin, lifting the knife, the moonlight glimmering off the silver blade.
“I didn’t say that.”
“It may come in handy.. you never know..”
“Handy for what?”
He shrugs. “I dunno.. monsters..” he jokes, and you roll your eyes.
Reiner sees your eyes focused downward at the knife. He brings the knife up, the flat part underneath your chin as he uses it to tilt your head up to look at him.
“Maybe other kinds of things..”
Feeling the cold metal touch your skin and the sharp tip of the blade just barely poking at your throat, sends a chill down your spine.
It was exhilarating, dangerous, new.
The feeling intensifies as he changes his hold on the knife, dragging it down from your chin to your collarbone slowly, not putting any pressure to break the skin but letting you feel the blade dragging along your skin gently.
You keep your eyes on his, and he smirks, seeing your breathing pick up, your body freezes a bit at the feel of the knife against you. He sees the look in your eyes, a look of quiet excitement, trust, yearning.
“So pretty.. you really do trust me, huh?” He asks softly, pulling the knife away from your skin.
“Of course I do.” you reply softly as he pulled the knife away from you, allowing you to let out a soft breath that you didn’t know you were holding.
He smiles, trailing his hand down your arm to your hand, feeling the softness of your skin slip past his fingers before he takes your hand in his, lifting your arm.
You feel the cold steel on your skin once again, dragging down excruciatingly slow from the crease of your elbow to your wrist when he adds just enough pressure to leave a tiny cut, causing you to flinch softly at the slight sting.
"Reiner.." you hiss softly, feeling the warmth from the bit of blood that pooled out of the cut. He looks up at you, a hungry look in his eyes before his eyes flicker back down to the wound.
He grips your hand tighter, his hazel eyes locked on yours as he brings your wrist up to his mouth, kissing next to the wound gently, before his tongue slips past his lips to clean off the blood, letting you watch the red substance smear on his tongue as he lets out a satisfied hum.
“Mm..” His warm tongue laps over the wound again, his lips moving to plant kisses along your forearm.
“Reiner..” you sigh out, barely able to be heard as you watch him. His gaze was full of desire as he let your hand drop from his, crouching down to his knees in front of you.
He drags the knife along your inner thigh, his other hand lifting the fabric of the little nurse costume revealing your panties to him.
“Hold this up for me, baby.” He says in a silky, low tone, tugging lightly at the bottom of your costume. You take the material from him, holding it up for him with both hands lightly clutched onto the edge of the fabric, leaving your covered pussy on display for him.
“Just like that..” he mutters letting the knife slip into the space between your skin and the thin piece of lace laying at your hip before he cuts it away smoothly, letting the torn piece of fabric fall carelessly to the floor around your red heels that he absolutely loved.
He puts the knife aside, his eyes moving from the fabric, to your heels, up your smooth legs and to your newly exposed pussy, the lewd sight making saliva build up on his tongue.
He runs his hand down your leg, lifting it to place it over his shoulder, spreading your legs for him as he leans in, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue darts out dragging through your folds before he pulls back just enough for it to trail a wet path up to your clit.
You moan, your grip tightening on the skirt as you look down at him.
He looks up at you, leaning in once again to plant a soft kiss on your clit making you jump softly before he begins to suck on the sensitive bud lightly.
His hazel eyes glimmer in the dim lighting of the room, his lips shining softly from your juices as he licks and sucks at your pussy slowly, taking his time to really enjoy it.
He brings his hand up, pulling his mouth away just enough to see your cunt, soaked in his spit. Saliva glistens in the light, stringing from his lips as his fingers rubbed from your bud to your hole dipping inside with ease, cream building up around the base of the digits before he drags them back out so slow, bringing them to his lips to suck off the juices.
“Mm..” He hums, tongue running up his fingers, savoring the flavor before his lips wrap around them, sucking them clean. He brings his hands up the back of your thighs, hands grabbing your ass tight to pull your pussy closer to his face.
“Mm.. swear I’ll never get enough of you.” He says in a gruff voice, lips just barely brushing against you, breathe brushing over your wet cunt as he speaks sending a chill up your spine before he goes back to hungrily eating you out.
“Mm Reiner.. baby..” You moan softly, not wanting anyone to hear you. You continue holding the skirt up with one hand, the other moving into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, making his eyelids slightly heavier as he looks up at you, tongue swirling over your clit.
“Cum for me..” He mumbles against you before sucking softly on your clit, large hands massaging your ass, grinding your pussy against his tongue as he flattens his tongue applying a bit of pressure as he rocks your hips against his tongue, pussy slipping back and forth with ease.
“Mm fuck, but.. your clothes Rei..” You moan, trying to pull his mouth away by tugging his hair, moving your hips back only for his hands to yank your hips back to his mouth roughly, lips latching onto you as he holds your in place, fingers digging into your skin hard.
“Cum.” He sternly states again, his voice muffled by your soaked, dripping core.
“Mm Rei.. baby.”
"Mhm.." He hums against your pussy, the vibration running through his tongue giving just enough stimulation to push you over the edge.
You try to stop yourself from squirting too aggressively, getting that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach wanting to not make a complete mess of his clothes at this party.
You can’t seem to help the liquid that trickles out anyways, nor does Reiner mind, making sure to lap it up, drinking you down, and not letting a single drop go to waste.
Once he pulls away from you, he wastes no time standing up, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, squishing your cheeks slightly as he tilts your head up to make you look at him.
"What I tell you about holdin' out me, baby?"
"I didn't wanna mess up your clothes, Rei.."
His hands move to your hips to turn you around so that you’re facing the wall.
“Think I give a fuck about this shirt.. hands on the wall, ass out for me..” He says, more so muttering the first part to himself as he flips up your dress, his hands immediately moving to his belt, undoing it and pushing his pants down just enough to free his dick, the tip leaking just from him devouring your pussy moments prior.
He runs his hand over your pussy, warm juices smearing on his fingers as he sinks two of them in, twisting his wrist to flick his fingers against your g spot before he slips his fingers back out, taking his hand and wrapping it around his shaft, fist gliding to the top with ease and you hear him let out a deep sigh at the warmth of your wetness sliding along his throbbing length.
He plants his hand on your lower back as he strokes himself, pushing downward gently, signaling you to arch your back for him.
When you do, his hand runs up your skin of your back beneath the dress and back down to your ass, palm stopping flat over the skin as he gives a firm squeeze while his other hand drags the tip of his dick over your cunt, precum smearing around your hole before he dips the tip inside, watching your pussy spread around him, welcoming him inside.
When you whimper, he pushes inside more, your warm walls swallowing all of him.
“Fuck that’s good.. that’s so good y/n..”
His hands move up to grab your waist, thumbs massaging your back as he starts to fuck you real slow. Dragging out to the head just to slowly feed his dick back into you, looking down to watch your cream build up around the base every time he pushes back inside. He moves so slow you swear you’d be able to count as every inch slides into you. The head presses against your cervix lightly, making your body jump softly just before he pulls back out.
He licks his lips with a deep, sexy groan before they part slightly, his breaths coming out shaky before he pulls out for a second, not wanting to cum so soon.
“Oh my..” he breathes out sucking in a sharp breath. “Shit.. pussy so good baby..”
His dick, covered in your slick drags upward between your ass cheeks, smearing your juices along your skin while his fingers brush gently along your spine making your back arch more, the tender touch making your body feel weak as you moan.
“Shit.. you sound so damn pretty.” He praises watching you move yourself forward just enough to allow his dick to slip back down and line up with your needy hole before you push yourself back, impaling yourself onto his shaft again.
Reiner’s hands quickly grab your hips as he sucks in a sharp breath, letting out the sweetest sounding moan.
“Shit, baby..”
He watches you rock yourself on and off of him, hearing your moaning and whimpering combine with the sound of your wet pussy sloppily sliding along his dick.
He pulls your body close to his roughly, burying his dick inside of you deep, as one of his hands come up to your throat, the other covering your mouth as he growls out near your ear, feeling your body pressed into his.
“You’re so fuckin’ loud..”
He pulls back before he thrusts his hips up into you roughly. Luckily, you decided to wear those heels. Otherwise, you’d be struggling to leverage your weight on your tip toes as he held your body up to his large frame. He groans lowly as he feels your hand reaching behind you to grip at the back of his neck for balance fingertips lightly scratching at the back of his neck by his hair.
“Mmm good fuckin’ girl..” He groans, the hand that covered your mouth moves to shove two of his fingers deep inside your mouth, gagging you.
When you gag it caused your pussy to clench around him and he hisses sharply.
“Shit.. hold the wall, baby.. mm fuck..” he groans pulling his fingers from your mouth, slowing down only to allow you to lean forward once again. He instantly continues fucking you hard, pressing against your back, making you arch as he pushes the dress up your back once again, exposing your skin.
His heavy balls slap against your clit with each thrust before his breaths grow deep and quick.
“Fuck.. I’m bout to cum..” he groans before he pulls back, his hand coming up to pump his cock rapidly, hot seed shooting onto your ass and lower back.
“Shit.. ahh fuck..” he moans with every pump of his hand, his legs feeling weak as he releases his dick with a sigh, seeing his cum covering your skin as he watches you catching your breath.
He takes his shirt off, using it to wipe you off so you can stand facing him again.
“Mm shoulda brought something else.. now you don’t have a shirt..” You say breathlessly while you fix your dress seeing him simply shrug in response.
“It’ll be alright.. we’re about to head back home anyways, right?”
“True.. I don’t have my panties, though.. thanks to you..” You tease him just glad your dress is long enough to cover what it needs to.
He pulls you close to him, your hands planting on the warm skin of his muscular chest while you look up at him, and his large hands travel down your back, lifting the dress to cup your ass.
“You won’t need them.. once we get back home, they’d be coming off again anyway.”
“You’re a freak, you know that.. and if you wanted to fuck you coulda just said that instead of sending me those.. creepy texts earlier.” You say running your hands up to his shoulders.
He tilts his head, a look of genuine confusion on his face as he leans back a bit, looking in your eyes.
“What texts?”
“What you mean “what texts?”
You both look at each other for a moment, the silence making your stomach twist again. Then, he smiles letting out a restrained chuckle he was trying so hard to hold in after seeing the scared confusion on your face, and you click your tongue, shoving him softly, not even hard enough to move his solid frame.
“You’re so annoying.”
“Ahh, I just wanted to mess with you a little bit, sugar..” He says, caressing your cheek, and you roll your eyes with a playful grin, grabbing his hand.
“You’re not funny.. let’s go.. this house creeps me out.” You say, looking around the dark room noticing the walls are stained from age, old-fashioned wallpaper peeling around the edges, and dust-covered furniture partially drapped with white sheets.
The air in the room was hot, whistling coming from the window blowing against the cracked window.
Reiner’s eyes follow yours before they stop, locked on one of the far corners.
“Do you see that?” he murmurs, voice quiet as his eyes remain locked in the corner.
You grin, smacking his chest playfully as you turn to leave the room.
“You’re so lame. Let’s go, Reiner. I’m hungry.”
“Right..” he says, grabbing his things and finally tearing his eyes from the corner, giving you a soft, forced grin.
As he begins closing the door, he takes one last look in the corner of the room, the shadows somehow appearing even darker now, amongst them is the faint image of a pale face, beady eyes deep set into it and a sinister smile that slowly stretches far too wide as he pulls the door closed with a loud creak before it clicks softly.
“I’m losing my mind..” he mutters to himself as he follows you quickly, trying to ignore the slow sound of footsteps approaching the other side of the door.
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❦Southern!Handyman!Reiner Braun x Bimbo!fem!reader ❦
✿ Contents: porn with a bit of plot , readers hair is curly , she has full lips, reader is a Bimbo.. just reiterating that , sex between strangers , fingering , oral (female receiving) , mentions of creaming and squirting , pnv sex , unprotected sex , creampie , spanking , mirror sex , light spit kink
✿ Note from Winter: I'm sorry this, as usual, took absolutely forever to get done, but I hope you guys enjoy it! ♡
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It was early on a Thursday morning.
The second you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the warmth of the yellow sunlight that beamed into the large bedroom window through the white, lace curtains before illuminating the blush colored walls.
The birds were chirping happily outside, one of them perched on the dark balcony railing as it sang to the others.
You sigh, sitting up, feeling the plush mattress dip beneath the shift in your weight before throwing the quilted comforter off of your lap. Just as you're about to get up, you hear your phone ding, the sudden noise interrupting the peaceful morning making you jump softly.
When you look at the screen, it shows a notification that the bookshelf you'd ordered weeks ago had finally arrived. You excitedly got out of bed, making your way to the bathroom quickly to ready yourself for the day.
Once you'd gotten ready your body was covered by your favorite pink dress and your hair was adorned by a white scarf that pushed your curly hair back from your face, instead allowing it to fall down your back except for the two strands you kept out in the front.
You looked in the large mirror, admiring your appearance before leaning forward a bit to look at yourself closer, applying a layer of lip-gloss to your full lips and decorating your ears with the large hoop earrings.
"Pretty." You says happily in your mind, giving yourself one last look over before grabbing your phone from the bed and making your way down the marble-tiled hall to the curved staircase that welcomed you to the vast entryway of your beautiful home.
The crystal chandelier above scattered tiny rainbows onto the marble floors as the sunlight bounced off each swaying piece of glass.
You rush to the dark wooded double front doors, opening them happily to be welcomed by the large box you'd been waiting oh so impatiently for.
You grab the box in a tight hug, attempting to move it only for it not to budge an inch. You release it with a sigh and a pout of your lips, placing your hands on your hips.
"Who knew a bookshelf could be so heavy.." you mutter to yourself, thinking about how you were going to get this box inside.
You walk back into the house, grabbing the phone you'd tossed onto the couch, staring at the search bar for a moment before typing "people who can move heavy things and fix things near me".
"Handyman.. that's what it's called.." you say softly, scrolling down the recommended pages as it pops up.
"Braun's Handyman Services..", you read out as you click on it. "hm.. says he's only ten minutes away, so.." You shrug before tapping on the link and getting the phone number.
You text the number, plopping down on the soft couch after sending the text.
Right on time, you see a truck pull into your driveway, a man getting out, a very handsome man in fact.
His blonde hair was short and his frame was quite tall and muscular, like he was crafted to be in a museum. He was dressed in a nice fitting white t-shirt and jeans that fit him just right.
You watch him walk up to the door, so lost in your admiration of his appearance that he had to knock quite a few times before it registered in your occupied mind that you should probably go open it for him.
"Oh!" you exclaim softly, rushing to the door, swinging it open with an awkward laugh.
"Sorry.. almost forgot I needed to open the door.. I like heard you knocking but my brain was like "what's that noise??" you say, rambling a bit as you looked up at his welcoming face, a gentle smile plastered on his lips as he looked down at you, his eyes almost like honey as the sun shined into them.
"That's quite alright ma'am.. this the box you were referrin' to in your text?" He says almost like he was trying not to laugh as he looks down at the unusual text you'd sent to the number on the website.
It included a picture of the box and no other words other than, "Big heavy box, help please. :)"
You nod, "Mhm, it's a bookshelf. I tried to move it but it's heavier than I thought it'd be.. didn't budge an inch."
You move out of his way, retreating back into the house, turning to see him lift the box as if it weighed nothing, putting it on his shoulder and walking inside.
"Anywhere in particular you want it?" He asks as he stands there with the box.
"Yeah, just right over there by the swan.. goose?.. statue.. I always get those confused.." you say waving your hand dismissively at the expensive decoration.
He looks over to the corner, with the fancy glass table and chair, noticing the large open space next to the statue and he gives a small chuckle as he makes his way over, placing the box down gently.
"Swan's a good guess." He says, laying the box flat on the floor and pulling the box cutter from his tool belt after he removes it from his waist and lays it out on the floor.
He carefully slices the box open and begins to pull out the pieces of finely carved bookshelf, the outer panels of it were decorated by fancy lines and intricate designs carved into the costly wood.
"This is a nice bookshelf." He comments on the intricate design, brushing his fingers over it softly.
"Thank you, I designed it myself.. wanted it to look like those fancy bookshelves in rich people's houses that are filled with all those old-fashioned, expensive books they never read."
He looks at the instruction book before grabbing two pieces beginning to screw them together.
"You read yours?" He asks without looking over at you as you'd made yourself comfortable on the fluffy white rug, watching him. You sit on your knees, smoothing out the short dress, placing your hands in your lap politely.
Your eyes are focused on his forearms, noticing the veins that protruded down to the top of his strong hands as he held the piece of wood in place.
"..No." You say softly in response to him. You hear him scoff, a smirk on his lips as he reaches for more screws, amused by your answer.
"Oh! I bought separate knobs for the cabinets at the bottom too.." You say excitedly moving to the table across the room to grab the bag with the knobs in it before hurrying back and handing it to him.
"They're sparkly." You say happily, watching him move the bag, watching the knobs glitter dramatically in the light.
"Well you've got a good eye for design. You always this passionate about furniture?"
"Only when it's pretty and I can get a handsome man to come put it together for me." You say, voice as sweet as sugar.
He stills his screwing for a second, looking up at you before looking back at the shelf, continuing.
"That so?"
"Mhm." you nod watching him continue to put together the tall bookshelf with ease, like he'd put this custom piece together time and time again before.
"You're quite bold, Miss Y/N."
"Was that bold? Oh.. I was just being honest. Whoops."
"Nothing wrong with honesty." He reassures warmly.
Another 20 minutes go by and you and Reiner continue your small talk, conversation paused by a few short moments of comfortable silent.
He finishes the bookshelf, wiping it off carefully before placing the screwdriver back in his toolbelt.
"All finished, ma'am."
You stand and clap your hands together happily.
"Oh my.. it's so much prettier than I imagined!" You exclaim happily, trailing your eyes over the shelves, all the way down to the glittery handles you had him put on it instead of the dull, boring ones it came with.
"You wanna test it out? See how well it holds?" He says, his voice tearing your gaze away from the bookshelf as you turn to look at him, a look of confusion on your face."
"You mean like.. sit on it?"
He looks at you slightly dumbfounded, blinking slowly.
"Uhh.. well I meant the books. Like you can put your books on it now."
You feel heat flood your cheeks for a moment as you move to start gathering the books that sat on the floor.
"Oh! Right, duh.. I was just kidding."
He laughs softly, crossing his arms as he stands back watching you place the books on the shelves before placing some other items on top and in the drawers at the bottom.
"You know.. you're really something else." He says.
Once you finish you step back, admiring the shelf now filled with your books.
"It's beautiful. Thank you." You cheerily give him your gratitude, smile plastered on your face.
"It's no problem at all, Miss. Is there anything else you wanted me to look at while I'm here?"
You turn to him, crossing your arms, thinking.
"Hm.. well I bought a new chandelier for my bedroom but.. I wanna paint my walls before I put that up so.. oh! My coffee maker.. it's messed up.. like really messed up. I think it might be like possessed or something." You say waving your hand dismissively as you make your way to the kitchen.
"A possessed coffee maker?" He says, following behind you, walking into the large, open kitchen and to the coffee maker.
"Yeah it like.. growls at me or like a hissing.. it's creepy. really.."
He turns it on hearing the noise you were referring to before he pulls it forward a bit taking the back off of it.
"Have you been cleaning it?" He asks, looking at the back of it.
"Wait.. you have to clean it?? Like yourself? I thought that's what the hot water was doing.." You say, glossy lips slightly pouted, genuine confusion on your face.
"No ma'am.. the hot water is just for brewin' the coffee. I suppose that's what's wrong with it so I'll just clean it for you, should be good as new, alright? Got any vinegar?"
"Yeah.. strange choice of drink though.. I have other stuff.." you say softly, slight disgust on your face as you move to the cabinet to pull out the vinegar giving it to him.
"It's for the machine." He says as he takes it from you.
"Oh."
He rinses out the coffee maker with vinegar after realigning the tube that had popped out of place.
When he turns it back on the noise is gone, machine running smoothly.
"Wow! That's all I had to do? You're like a magician."
"I don't know about all that.. she just needed a good vinegar rinse.. might wanna let it run a couple more times before drinking any coffee from it though. Just to make sure all the vinegar taste is gone."
You figured he'd be getting ready to go soon but you really didn't want him to, hurriedly thinking of something to say to him.
"Uhh.. if you want.. I can make you a cup of coffee that won't taste like poison.. or I have lemonade, sweet tea, water... snacks.. lotta stuff.. I have goldfish.. they're cute.."
He picked up on you trying to stall him from leaving and decided he'd take the bait.
"Sweet tea is fine, I think I'll hold off on the goldfish though."
You smile happily, moving swiftly to grab a cup, putting him a bit of ice in it before opening the fridge, pouring him a glass of tea.
"Here you go."
He takes the cup from you giving a nod.
"Thank you."
You give him a timid smile in return. "No problem.. least I could do after you put together my bookshelf.. and fixed my coffee maker."
"So have you always been good at screwing things?" You ask hopping up to sit on top of the marble island in the middle of the kitchen before you look back at him.
He's standing there looking at you, the cup paused at his lips.
"Oh.. fuck.. I mean like have you always been good with your hands? I mean like fixing things with like screws and your hands and stuff.. not like that kind of.. screwing.." You ask, quickly trying to fix what you said.
He swallows the tea, sitting the cup on the counter he was leaned against before crossing his arms with an amused look in his eyes.
"Well.. that was somethin'."
You mentally facepalm. "Sorry.."
He smiles and waves his hand.
"I'm just teasing, no apology necessary." He says making you relax a bit before he continue speaking.
"I suppose I always had a thing for it. Started by taking things apart and puttin' em back together when I was a kid. Bicycles, music boxes.. stuff like that."
"That's impressive, I could never do something like that. I'm not exactly good with tools and such."
"What are you good at? Other than accidental innuendos?" He asks.
"You're not gonna let that go, huh? Hm.. well.. I'm good at design.. making things look pretty.. oh and shopping.. I'm really really good at that."
He looks around the kitchen, the living room visible from where he stands.
"I see. It's quite beautiful in here. Looks like a palace for a pretty little princess." He says, his eyes moving to you, not missing how pretty and soft you looked.
The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter softly before you look around, proud of the way your house turned out.
"Thank you.. I put a lot of time into it.."
"I can tell.. got your kinda vibe to it. Soft. Feminine."
"Suppose that is my vibe huh? I really hope I'm not keeping you up.. I know you probably have other houses to get to.." You say a bit of disappointment in your voice.
"Nah.. I'm actually not even supposed to be working today.. I just took this one when I saw the message come through. Feeling it'd be worth it, I suppose."
"Was it?" You ask looking at him as you sit on the countertop, drinking from your own cup.
"Definitely, never quite met anyone like you, ma'am."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
He smiles, finishing the cup of tea.
"Well. I suppose I should get outta your hair.." He says, his gaze pointed downward at the cup, thumb brushing against the decorated glass.
You pout a bit feeling your heart sink at the words.
"Do you have to go? I can find something else to break to make you stay.."
He looks at you, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin.
"Really? Gonna tear up all your pretty stuff just to keep me here?"
"If it'll work.. I'm really good at breaking stuff.. wouldn't take long."
He looks at your legs, thighs peeking from the bottom on the dress as the sweet smell of your perfume flutters through the air, filling his nose.
"You know.. you're a dangerous kinda woman.."
"How's that? I don't have any weapons or anything. Do you think I'm trying to keep you here to hurt you?"
He laughs are the look of genuine fear on your face, shaking his head.
"Not what I meant, ma'am. Just mean you got me over here to fix your bookshelf.. your coffee maker.. can't help but wonder what else you'll tempt me into puttin' my hands on.."
You look down at the dress, fingertips coming up to play gently with the edge of it that lays across your thighs, honestly a bit relieved that he didn't think you'd try and hurt him.
"Oh.." You look down at your hands that are rested in your lap.
From your peripheral you can see him beginning to move closer to you, the slow sound of his boots hitting the tiled floor almost sounded thunderous, a noise that for whatever reason sent butterflies straight through your stomach, a feeling of warmth following close behind.
He stops in front of you and although you don't look up, you feel him standing there, tall and broad. His presence makes you feel smaller, it's intimidating.
He sits the cup on the countertop next to you, the sudden clink of the glass startles you a bit and you look up at him.
"You alright, darlin'?" He asks calmly, his voice softer than it was just moments ago.
You nod, eyes drifting around his face, taking in his features as you see him for the first time this close. You notice the tiny scar near his eyebrow, the definition in his cheekbones, the arch in his nose, the few light freckles scattered scarcely across his cheeks, more so on the right half of his face than the other, and you notice the mesmerizing golden flecks in his irises as the sunlight bounces off of them.
"I'm alright." You finally respond softly, the tension between you two made your body feel ten times heavier, like you could no longer move. Your heart raced and you feel like maybe you should move but you really didn't want to.
"Don't get all timid on me now.. you were the one asking if I was good at screwin'. If that's not flirtin' I'm not sure what is, princess."
You can't help the smile that ran across your face as he brought up the comment you'd made again.
"I didn't mean.. I mean..," you voice trails off slightly, "..you didn't say no."
He lets out an amused scoff and grins playfully in return, "No.. I didn't."
A quiet moment follows. It was heavy but not in the uncomfortable way. Heavy in a way that made it feel like with each breath you took it somehow became harder to breathe. It was intense, a feeling you hadn't felt in a while, or maybe ever.
You weren't sure if the feeling was purely from the heat of the moment, the nerves, or from the way he was looking at you like he was already fantasizing about the way you'd taste if he buried his face between your thighs.
You tilt you head, giving him an innocent smile as you spoke.
"So.. is that like a yes.. a maybe?"
He takes a step even closer, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing against your knees as his hand comes up to pull lightly on the curl you left out, watching it bounce back into place.
"What do you think it is?"
While you want to think of a clever reply to give him, his close proximity takes over your brain filling your every thought with how intense the situation feels, how nervous he makes you, how much you want to take his hands and just put them right where you want them, the way he'd look at you when he slid in.
"Uhh.. I.. don't know but if you're trying to make me feel like I'm gonna explode then.. mission accomplished." You say, those words being the best response you could come up with in the moment.
He gives a chuckle in response, his finger still toying with the curl despite the fact that his gaze remained focused on your face.
"Explode? I haven't even touched you yet, baby?"
His hand comes down from your hair, his gaze finally moving down to the part of your thighs that's not covered by the dress as his fingers brush against your skin softly.
"I know.. crazy right?" You reply awkwardly, barely louder than a whisper.
"You gonna let me touch you?"
Your eyes move down to where his fingers touch you, watching as he grabs your thigh, squeezing it softly as his thumb rubs back and forth over the smooth skin.
"Mhm. I mean.. if it wouldn't you know be bad.. or get you into trouble.." Your voice softly begins to trail off, your heart beating like crazy.
"Darlin' I think it's already too late to worry about "trouble"."
"Right.." you say, fingers playing with the edge of your dress, unsure of what else to do with them.
He flattens his hand on your thigh, palm brushing higher up your leg until his fingertips just barely slip under the hem of you dress. His palm runs down between your thighs making your legs clamp shut, trapping his hand there.
He watches as your thighs squeeze his hand, not pulling it from between them.
"Want me to stop?" He asks, looking back up at you, meeting your gaze that lingered on him. "I'll step back.. just say the word."
Feeling as if your voice would fail you if you opened your mouth, you shake your head, not wanting him to stop.
"Alright then.. just relax for me." He says, voice lowering as he leans in, breath brushing over your neck as his lips just barely touch you.
Your thighs stay closed around his hand but he doesn't try to force them apart. Instead, you heard his voice, deep and smooth near your ear again.
"Relax.." He repeats.
The sound of his voice makes your legs relax, parting just enough for him to be able to move his hand.
He smirks against your skin, planting a soft kiss to your neck after he murmurs in soft praise, "There she is..".
He lets his hand trail up higher, heat from his palm spreading at your inner thigh as he squeezes it softly. He pushed higher slowly, giving you enough time to stop him if you want.
You don't, impatiently waiting for his hand to reach where you'd be craving it since the moment he walked in.
His fingers gently brush over the cloth of your panties covering your pussy, slipping further back slowly from your clit before he brings them back forward, earning a soft sigh of pleasure from your lips.
"Still okay?" He asks, lips parting from your neck just enough for him to speak.
You nod and he slides his hand into the top of your panties, feeling you bare against his fingers, you part your legs letting his fingers slip between your folds.
"Can't hear you." He mutters, sliding his middle finger inside slowly, paying close attention to the warmth of your walls spreading down his finger.
"Mm.. yes.. I'm okay.."
"Good girl."
He pulls his finger back out, circling the now wet digits around your hole before sinking it back in, slowly adding his ring finger along with it, feeling you stretch around them.
You bring your hand up to his shoulder, gripping the t-shirt lightly; your other hand moved to the back of his hair, fingers threading through the short locks as his continuing licking and kissing your neck, tongue brushing along your skin every now and then as his slightly parted lips pressed kisses at your neck.
"Oh, now you wanna touch me?" He grins, his fingers pushing deeper inside you, curling to hit that spot before he drags them back out and up to your clit, spreading the heat from your juices around the sensitive bud just to slide them back down and inside you once again.
You moan, gasping softly as your fingers curled in his hair making him chuckle at your response.
He kisses up your neck, to your jawline and your cheek before he softly captures your parted lips with his.
He sucks your bottom lip gently, biting it before pulling back just enough to come in again, your lips pressing together in a few soft, slow kisses.
He doesn't stop the movement of his hand, the veins in his forearm becoming more prominent as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt.
Each quiet moan is captured by his lips. He lets out a soft groan of his own, loving the way you sit there in the pretty dress with your legs spread letting him finger you like this. The smell of your sweet perfume and the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick make his head spin like crazy.
He quickens the movement of his thick fingers just to pull them out and up to the clit, spreading the warmth. He does this over and over again, pulling soft moans from your mouth each time his fingers brush past the sensitive bud before sinking back inside you.
Your lips part softly, unable to keep up with his as his fingers move. He can't help but grin, feeling your fingers tighten their grip on his shirt. He moves his lips to your cheek and back down to your neck, trialing soft kisses.
Your soft moans near his ear sound like the most beautiful melody, sending chills down his spine.
"Fuck.. you sound so pretty.."
He pulls his fingers from you slowly, standing back straight again as he brings them to his lips. Your eyes focus on his, pleasure still written all over your face as your eyes move down to his lips, watching him take the messy fingers into his mouth.
The taste of your warm juices on his fingers makes his already hardening cock twitch against the rough fabric of the jeans.
You feel your stomach tighten as you watch him, anticipation feeling the air as he slowly pulls his fingers from his lips, swallowing the taste of you.
You mouth slightly waters at the sight, his lips glistening slightly from a mixture of your cream and his own saliva.
Your hands run up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles before they curl in the soft material of his shirt, allowing you to tug at him, silently asking him to come closer.
He takes a step toward you, standing right in front of the countertop with your legs spread to each side of his.
He looks down at you, gaze full of want as he feels your hand run upwards over his chest and to his broad shoulders as he plants his hands on your hips, fingers rubbing over the dress softly.
Your hands finally make their way up into the back of his hair, slightly scratching at his scalp as you pull his lips down to yours, kissing him softly before sucking his bottom lip, tasting yourself.
You hum at the flavor on his lips as he brings his tongue out to meet yours, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
His hands reach down to your ass, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter, your body closer to his.
He brings his hands down to your thighs, his hands rough compared to your soft skin as his runs them up beneath your dress, hooking his fingers into your panties.
"Lift up." he says, pulling back from your lips.
You lift yourself from the counter just enough for him to pull your panties down letting you slip your feet from them.
As he holds the material he looks at them, fabric in the middle slightly darker from your arousal as he smirks, bunching them up in his hand before stuffing them in his pocket.
"Hm. You won't mind if I keep these, right?" His voice more so telling you you won't mind rather than asking.
He runs his hands back down the outside of your legs, reaching down to your ankles as he pulls your legs upward swiftly, making you fall back to your elbows on to wide island with a giggle from the unexpected, quick shift in position.
"Reiner.." you say softly, watching him take your foot in his large hand, bringing your leg up as he turns his head to the side to gently kiss at the skin just above your diamond anklet.
"Mhm?" He hums quietly, not stopping the soft kisses he continues to plant up your leg slowly, eventually reaching your calf, then your thigh.
He spreads your legs open, the fabric of the dress lifted just enough to give him a view of your wet cunt.
"Your pussy's so pretty.." He says just before leaning down, his mouth right above you.
"Can I?" He asks, breath fanning out over your cunt, making your hole clench around nothing.
"Yes.." you tell him in an airy, soft tone.
He doesn't waste another second, bringing his hands up, thumbs spreading open your lips before he drags his tongue over your pussy, flicking the tip of it over your clit slowly, making your legs jump.
He grins, twirling his tongue over your clit and sucking it gently between his soft lips before he releases with a soft pop.
"Mm.. you taste just as damn good as you look.." He mutters, warm air fanning out over your soaked cunt providing a cool sensation that's soon replaced by his eager tongue.
His hands move to the backs of your thighs, pushing you spread legs higher giving him better access to your pussy before he dips his tongue in your warm hole feeling the walls quickly clench around his tongue.
He pulls his tongue back out, dragging it flat back up to your clit, feeling your slippery folds part underneath welcoming his tongue between them as it travels back to your clit, circling it before moving back down and sinking into you once again.
You breath comes out in a soft gasp, lips parting as your legs twitch beneath the strong grasp of his rough hands.
He lets out a low hum in satisfaction as he eats you out hungrily, licking, sucking, and slurping at your pussy.
He brings one of his hands down from your thigh, sinking his middle finger into your welcoming hole once again, dragging it out to the tip just to sink his ring finger in alongside it. He pulls back just enough to watch his fingers slide in and out of your walls, juices coating the digits heavily.
He's entranced by your soaked pussy and the creamy streaks it leaves on his fingers. The lewd, wet noises your walls make each time he retracts his fingers and your soft, whimpering moans are music to his ears.
He brings his other hand up to plant it flat on top of your mound, thumb pressing into your clit, massaging slow, deep circles over it while his fingers continue to slip in and out of your pussy. He's spreading them when he pushes them deep to stretch your hot, plush walls around them, twisting his wrist to curl the tips of them up into that spot inside you as he watches cream gush out a bit with each outward drag.
"Shit.. could get addicted to this pussy.." He mutters more to himself than to you before sliding his fingers out leaving you feeling empty as he sucks them clean.
He stands back up, seeing you lying on the elegant countertop with your legs parted still, a look of need and lust in your eyes.
He leans down over you, one hand holding his broad form over you, the other slipping beneath the dress, making it's way up to your waist.
You bring your hands up, gentle touch brushing along his cheeks as you pull him down your lips. It's a soft kiss to begin with, lips coming together gently and parting repeatedly before his hold on your waist tightens, tongue slipping past your lips to feed you the taste of yourself as your own slid alongside his.
He pulls back just enough to speak, "Please let me have you.."
His deep, smooth voice brings that fluttery feeling back to your stomach as you nod softly, voice quiet, "Okay.."
He gives you one last quick kiss before standing straight, lifting you with him. His hands grip your ass, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he makes his way over to the couch, sitting you down, letting your manicured feet hit the furry white rug below softly.
"Got somethin' to put down, darlin'? Wouldn't wanna mess up your pretty lil couch." He asks looking down at you, bringing his hands down to his belt, keeping his eyes focused on you. His gaze and the realization of what was about to happen makes a sudden wave of nerves rush over you.
"It's a.. uhh.. a blanket.. I can wash it.." You say, pointing to the end of the long couch, to an ottoman filled with blankets.
He follows where you motion after unzipping his jeans, pulling a large, thick blanket from the chest before laying it out on the couch.
He stands in front of it, nodding to motion you closer to him.
When you step up to him slowly, his hands quickly come to your hips yanking you closer to him as his hands bunch up the material of the dress.
"Let's get this off.." He says lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it aside.
You stand there in just your bra as he moves, swiftly taking his own shirt off and bringing his hands back to his pants, pushing his jeans down and bringing the boxers down with them.
Your eyes can't help but move down his body, noticing the defined muscles in his arms and chest, the way his abs lead down to the deep v-lines and the blonde patch of hair trailing all the way down to the base of his fat cock that hung slightly just from the weight of it.
He watches your eyes run over his body with a bit of a cocky smirk as he takes a seat on the blanket, legs spread apart. He throws one arm across the back of the couch as his other hand comes to the base of his heavy cock, holding it at attention.
"Come ride me, pretty girl."
You make your way to his lap, straddling him before you start to sink yourself down on his cock, feeling the girthy length spreading you open wider than his fingers did.
You hands run from his chest to his shoulders as you move all the way down, his cock creating a feeling of fullness in your lower belly.
As you make your way down he lets out a deep sigh, hands running from your hips and up your back to undo your bra, freeing your breasts.
"That's a good girl.." He praises, pulling you forward, making his cock hit your spot deep pulling a gasp from your lips as he latches his mouth onto your nipple, sucking the bud gently in between swirling his tongue around it.
He wraps his strong arms around you tight, stopping you from being able to move as his cock stayed nestled deep inside you, fat, leaky tip pressing against your cervix. His mouth switched back and forth, sucking and licking at your hard nipples.
He starts to move his hips, rocking them and rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against your cervix the pressure intense but so good at the same time.
He begins to feel your pussy grow wetter at the deep stimulation, making his eyebrows furrow as he continues lapping at your tits. In between the attention he's giving you he lets out deep, airy sighs, "Fuck..ahh.."
His grip on your body loosens, allowing you to straighten up a bit as he brings his hands to your waist just beneath your ribs. He starts slowly sliding you up and down his cock, veins trailing down from his flexing biceps protruding as he moves you with ease.
His eyes move down to the wet mess you left behind at the base of his cock and all in his happy trail while he was planted deep in your pussy. The sight of it along with the warmth and your cunt steadily leaving more and more creamy streaks and rings up and down his dick.
"Shit.. makin' a fuckin' mess baby.." He moans, feeling you plant your hands on his tensed abs as you rock yourself on his cock, rolling your hips as his hands move down to your ass gripping it harshly as his head leans back against the couch, his cheeks flushed and hot, lips parted while he enjoys the feeling of you riding him.
He licks his lips, biting his bottom lip softly, quieting his moan for just a moment as his heavy hand slaps down on your ass, immediately squeezing the same spot, making you moan louder, whimpering at the stinging sensation.
"Reiner.." you moan loudly as he does it again bringing one of his hands up to wrap his hand around your throat, pressure from his fingers immediately making your moans grow silent, the only sounds in the room now being his deep groans and huffs of air and the wet, squelching of your leaking cunt around his dick.
His hand spanks your ass again, even harder this time. There's a sadistic gleam in his eyes knowing damn well it'd make you wanna cry out but the grip on your neck stops you from being able to do so.
You're body jerks forward pulling off his dick a bit just for him to snap his own back up, pushing his cock deeper again.
Your eyebrows furrow, mind feeling as if it was melting in this moment, lips parted, as saliva dripped from your bottom lip while your eyes focused on his. His gaze darkens as he lets his tongue slip past his lips to catch it before yanking you forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss, as he pushes you back slowly, a string of spit keeps you connected before he brings you back in, sucking it gently from your bottom lip.
When he finally releases your throat, your body falls against his as you let out a soft gasp for air. Your lips attach to his neck as your eyes close, feeling him fuck up into you rhythmically.
The view over your shoulder allows him to get a glimpse of your reflection in the large, arched mirror on the wall. His hand comes up to the back of your head, holding you against him as he watches his dick pump in and out of your messy cunt.
His hand spreads your cheeks apart more, white trails of cream running down his heavy balls.
"Shit." He hisses out, focusing on the sight, loving the way you move and the way the curve of your spine looks while he fucks you.
The longer he watches the quicker his breathing becomes, stomach tightening as he feels your teeth bite down into his neck, strings of sweet moaning rushing to his ears as your cunt drips and squirts against him, running down his dick, pelvis and balls to the blanket below, pussy clamping down around his cock as you cum.
The feeling of your pussy spasming around him immediately making his own orgasm follow yours, his hips slow down to jerky thrusts as your pussy milks hot ropes of cum from his shaft.
Feeling him fill up your cunt with the thick liquid makes you start to slip yourself up and down his cock slow. Your unexpected movement makes him let out a moan.
He watches his cum gush out your pussy around his dick in the mirror. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands gripping your ass painfully hard.
"Fuck. Fuck.. baby.. shit.." He hisses, voice now coming out in overstimulated moans, watching his cum dripping down over his balls further making the blanket beneath you two messier.
You release the bite you had on his neck as you stop moving keeping his soft cock buried inside you while you both catch your breath.
When you pull back, you see the intense red, bite mark on his skin.
"Sorry.." you mutter softly.
He turns his head to look up at you, giving you a tired smile.
"It's just fine, princess."
You both sit there for a minute, the blanket an absolute mess before he stands with you still wrapped around him. He places you down on the rug gently, making sure your okay standing before you both get cleaned up, You grab the blanket throwing it in the wash on the way.
Once dressed you both make your way back to the living room and he brings his hand up to pull down a curl that's just slightly outta place.
"Suppose I should be gettin' outta here, miss.. errands to run, early work day tomorrow."
"Gonna make time to come see me again? I'll break something if I have to." You say lightheartedly with a sweet smile.
"Tell you what, just shoot me another text, maybe another "Big heavy box, help please." He says teasing you, "And I'll be on my way, no breaking necessary."
"Anytime?"
"Anytime." He reassures.
You give him a small nod swaying softly as he gives you a small nod in return, smirk on his face before he turns to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, opening it.
"Have a good day, miss y/n."
He says, looking at you once more before pulling the door closed behind him.
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