enzo smut / stranger things

I'm An Awful Guy, And I'm Always Away - Part One

Sighing, you tossed and turned in your bed. You'd started missing Enzo since the moment he left, and though only a few hours a day minus a few here and there that he'd always be around and next to you, you still missed him. Although one thing was certain, and that was the fact that no matter how long of a day either one of you had, at the end of that day, you would be in his arms.
The more you thought about how much you longed for him, the harder it got to avoid thinking about it anymore. All you needed right now was to be held by him, to touch him. To breathe in and take in his scent, or to even look at him. Imagining it wasn't enough, but it would simply have to do for the time being. At first you weren't sure why, but there was something so sensual about wanting to be so close and intimate with someone even though you couldn't at that exact moment. It was almost like being teased, even though he probably had no clue about the thoughts going through your head.
By now you'd already convinced yourself that you were being ridiculous, spoiled too much with his affection and showered with love far too often, to the point that being away from him for even a few hours could drive you this mad. But honestly, he knew that he'd always given you so much love and affection that it'd eventually turn into something like this, you craving him when you couldn't have him just then. But you didn't mind it, actually. He was much older than you, but not in a creepy way of course. He was experienced and mature, he was stability and validation. To summarize that, he was quite literally everything you'd ever needed and wanted from a man. Even though you were grown, you still sought out guidance in your romantic or sexual relationships.
Before you even realized what you were doing or just how carried away you'd gotten thinking about him, your hands slowly crept down toward your lower stomach, and further down to slip into your underwear. Slowly at first, you began to rub your own clit in a circular motion, speeding up a bit after a couple seconds. Sure, it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as when Enzo did it for you, but it was fine as long as you were thinking about him, dirty thoughts or not. You knew either way that you'd be able to get off by thinking of him.
"Damn," you mutter, slowly slipping one finger inside of your already wet pussy, and at first, it was difficult for you to get any arousal without him helping you with that, but you'd have to manage.
Of course, at the worst possible timing, you heard footsteps getting closer to your bedroom, and closer to your door. For a second you were almost hesitant to believe he was already back by now. That was until the door opened, and you his eyes met yours from across the room. He had just got back to you, and after only being gone for what seemed like a short amount of time, he came back to something he wasn't expecting. He wasn't complaining though.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, smirking, already knowing how this would end. Closing the bedroom door behind him immediately, he began to slowly walk over to you. You were such a mess right now, and you needed and wanted him.
Slowly spreading your legs out more to give him room to get between them, you looked up at him as if you were expecting him to come closer.
"Come here," you smiled as you spoke to him, as he gently moved in between your legs, laying down with you and hovering above you.
"Don't get off without me, remember that,"
he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine with each word. You can only nod in response to that, he was so demanding. He then cupped your face with his hand, tilting your face up a little more.
"Mm. Did you really miss me that bad?" he asks, rubbing your cheek gently with his thumb.
"I did, I've thought about you all day, and I just couldn't control myself," you say, your cheeks turning a deep red out of pure embarrassment.
"God, I really have ruined you. You're so used to having me right where you want me, to the point that you can't even control yourself when I'm gone. I'm flattered," he chuckles softly, then looking down at your hand. "How about instead of you doing all of the work, I do it for you, since you wanted me to so badly," he suggests, pinning your hands above your head carefully.
"I'd love that," you smile, allowing him to move your hands away and place them above your head. Then, he began to slowly kiss down your neck, lightly biting your skin but not enough to hurt you, causing you to whimper out quietly.
"Listen to yourself, all I did was kiss your neck and you're already submitting to me," he whispers against your skin, now purposely leaving a trail of rough kisses down your neck.
"Please, I need you," you plead out softly, but he just ignores your begging and removes your shirt, pulling down your underwear and taking them off, tossing them aside carelessly. As he's doing this, you reach down to unzip his pants and pull them down as he lay between your open legs, causing him to groan quietly.
"Fuck," he mumbled. He actually liked it when you did that for him, it showed him just how badly you needed him and wanted him to fuck you. He leaned back down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in a harsh and loving kiss, and only for a moment did he pull away.
"I missed you too, by the way,"