Happiness (Reimagined and Continued) ll Cove Holden x Reader

Part 3- In the Bedroom **

He carefully grasped my hand, trembling slightly. I smiled and gripped his hand back as we slowly walked to his room. Leading us, I opened the door as we pushed through, with him swiftly and smoothly closing it with his heel, not letting his attention be diverted from me for even a second.

He slowly wrapped his arms around me as we stared into each other eyes.

Wanting. Waiting.

I took the initiative and slowly took his shirt in my fists, gently pulling him to the bed. He laughed softly, following my lead without any argument. Once we reached the side of the bed, I slowly pushed his chest, and he didn't resist, falling back onto the bed and letting out a soft gasp. I climbed on top of him and admired the view of my boyfriend pinned under me. I met Cove's eyes and noticed his breath slightly hitched, his face turning dark crimson. I felt mine begin to heat up, realizing what I had just done. "...are you okay with this?" I asked softly, looking down at him, hoping I hadn't gone too far or made him uncomfortable.

He nodded, though, looking up at my face with nervous excitement. I sighed softly in relief before allowing myself to retake the reigns, kissing him once more.

This time, though, Cove returned the kiss with a force that knocked the breath out of me. I felt my face heat up as my thoughts suddenly became much more noisy and distracting. Slowly, I swept my tongue across his entrance before feeling him part his lips. I slowly deepened the kiss, coiling a hand through his soft light-green hair before firmly grasping it, slightly pulling it. Cove let out a shaky sigh before resting his hands on my hips, gripping them softly.

I began peppering his face with tiny kisses before slowly working my way from his mouth to his jaw and eventually to his neck, all while Cove's hands roamed across the small of my back. I slowly bit down on the soft skin of his neck and heard a small gasp from underneath me.

"Y-Y/n.."

I smiled and slowly began removing his shirt. After quickly discarding it on the side of the bed, I focused my attention back on Cove and began leaving small hickeys on his neck, shoulder, and chest, followed by soft kisses. I loved feeling him shiver with each bite, pressing his body up against my own with each kiss, his tiny telltale gasps as I applied delicate suction on his skin, leaving small red hickeys. I pulled back and gave him a lopsided grin, admiring my handiwork.

"Hope you don't plan on going shirtless anywhere." With that remark, Cove's eyes widened as his flushed face darkened, taking in the meaning of my words. He opened his mouth slightly in shock and was rendered speechless, unable to form any coherent sentences, before shaking his head slightly.

"What am I going to do with you, y/n?"

I gave another cheeky grin and looked to the side.

"I mean... I have a few ideas."

He looked at me, his mouth fully agape as his bright, blushed face somehow deepened in color.

"Y/N."

I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. He sighed softly and shook his head. I took the time to look down at him, taking him entirely in. His usually styled hair was a mess; his olive face was flushed and dark red, his eyes half-lidded as they finally met mine again. How his eyes burned with passion, a desire I had never quite seen before. His bright sea-colored irises contrasted with how dark and blown his pupils were. His chest was covered with small, delicate, and already darkening love bites. His hands trembled slightly as they caressed my sides, taking me in, memorizing the outline of my body.

And, of course, his heavy breathing, the small gasps and hitches, the telltale marks of just how much this was all affecting him. Just how badly he wanted this as I did.

Cove truly was a mess... and knowing I was the one who did this to him made that ache of desire burn just a bit more fiercely.

I slowly trailed a finger down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. I looked up at him, trying to decipher his expression. "Don't worry; It's okay if you want to stop, Cove."

Cove was usually the one who would pump the breaks.

I didn't mind, though; that was simply Cove, and I would wait as long as he needed to be comfortable continuing. I figured that things wouldn't progress for a while, in all honesty. But like I said, that was perfectly fine with me because I would wait forever for him.

However, I had forgotten that Cove had surprises up his sleeves recently. Although the lovely dates were something I knew was happening, that night, Cove gave me a surprise I could have never seen coming. Cove did something genuinely unexpected.

Cove pushed the gas instead.

"You can keep going, y/n."

I stared in shock, smiling shakily at his words.

"..Really?" was all I could muster to say.

As if to further his point, he slowly began pushing down at the waistband of his shorts. I quickly grabbed the sides of them before he could pull them down any further.

"..Allow me, Cove."

He shakily retreated his hands and nodded, instead taking a moment to lie back and enjoy the view. I looked back at him once more. "Just tell me if you change your mind, okay? I don't want you to feel like you have to do this or-"

"Y/n."

That caught my attention. I slowly looked up. My eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The ones who, as a child, had filled with tears at any mention of his mom. The ones who, as a teen, would grow wide at any mention of me, any teasing about us or what we were. The ones who looked at me months ago with nothing but love the night I confessed to him after the party.

Those same eyes were now a fiery blue flame, burning with a desire I had never seen before this night.

"..Please."

Hearing his soft, pleading tone sent any concerns I had far down south as I began pulling his shorts, a newfound boldness overcoming me. Slowly, I tugged his pants down until they were off and discarded off the side of the bed. I focused my attention on Cove, who now only sported simple black boxers.

"Wow, black boxers? Come on Cove, I expected something fun like green or boxers with fishes on them."

For once, he was the one who gave a lopsided grin.

"No need to go fancy. They'll spend more time on the floor than on my body, right?"

I gave a small bashful laugh, feeling my face heat up from the unexpected return.

"R-right."

I gently placed my hands on his thighs as he leaned back on the bed, shuddering beneath me. I began tracing my fingers, feeling his muscles tense, slowly working my hands up his thighs. Looking up at him, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, peeling them off slowly.

My mind swam with thoughts as I took his length in my hands. Is he enjoying this? Is there a sexy way to do this? It was both of our first times, after all. That small noise he made just now must mean he's enjoying this, right?

I looked up to his face to try and make out his expression.

And one thing I loved about Cove Holden was the fact that he was an open book. Even just one look and the only way you couldn't understand his feelings was if you were blind.

And that one look alone he gave me gave me the confidence I needed.

"Y/n.." He sucked in a breath quickly as I trailed my fingers up his shaft teasingly. I flashed him an innocent smile.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I-"

Suddenly, disaster struck as a voice called from the living room.

"Cove?"