Summary: After your first time together, Jack is completely smitten with you and begs for you to come to his work so he can rub it in everyone’s face.
warnings: fluff! Mentions of the age gap insecurity, anxiety in the ER.
author note: alright in this case our reader is a high achieving woman who works in advertising (because i work in advertising haha) but i could def see reader as a professor or like a researcher. very smart, confident, and powerful. And thank you to @holyhozierwp for this wonderful idea, this was such a good idea to show Jack as just a sweet giddy old man <3. Don’t worry pt 4 will be nastyyyyy i promise
wc: ~2.6k
When you both caught your breath, you actually did in fact eat breakfast. The mood in the room shifted. Jack looked lighter, happier. Talking to you about his job, how he works with the SWAT team as a tactical emergency medical service (which you still don’t understand what the means), and his time in the Middle East. You found yourself watching his face light up with each story. Talking with his hands, his eyes animating with each word, you stopped eating and got lost in the sight of him.
Jack felt like he could keep talking forever. The way you looked at him truly made him feel like you wanted to hear it all. All the stupid old man jokes he could make that actually had you laughing. Stories about the ER that led you to ask questions about procedures and “What does that even mean?” He felt free to talk about everything and anything with you.
He started grabbing your empty plate when you stopped him. Taking it out of his hands as you got up.
“You took care of me…” you sang, clearing up the plates, “Let me take care of you.”
He watched you trail to the kitchen sink, carefully washing each dish and placing them on the drying rack.
“I haven’t even asked…what do you do for work?” He asked.
“You haven’t asked at all,” you joked. “I work in advertising. Just make campaigns and commercials.”
He was taken back a little. Sexy and with a crazy ass job. Well holy shit.
“Well that’s pretty cool,” He laughed a little in disbelief. Jack always assumed he would end up with someone at work. A nurse or another doctor that could understand the life and emotions that comes with saving lives. But this beautiful woman in front of him washing his dishes was uncharted territory. She was someone he would need to explain everything to, really bring her into his world and show it all. It made him a little nervous as he sat there.
“Does your leg give you any trouble?” You asked.
“Nah,” he said playfully, taking it off and putting it on the table. “Can’t really feel it at all.”
You let out a laugh at how ridiculous he was. “You know what I like about you?”
“Hm?”
“You actually enjoy your life.” You said, turning off the faucet. “You have been through so much, and have seen so much. And everything you have said to me has been said with such joy. I think that’s really special.”
You walked over to him, pressing your lips to his forehead. It was warm, reassuring, kiss every now and then Jack needed to remind him that he was allowed to live his life.
It’s been a couple of months since the first time you and Jack met, and now you two were inseparable. Going back and forth between his home and apartment. On his days off he wanted nothing more than to be at your apartment and watch you work. Listen to you in your office during meetings quickly thinking of ideas, presenting, talking with a force that drove him crazy. You got him out of his normal routine. Slower mornings, actually eating before going to work.
Folks could tell something was different about Jack. His first shift back after your first time together he wouldn’t hear the end of it from day shift as they finished up. Poking fun at the fact you were super hot, and he didn’t know what to do with “all of that.” He rolled his eyes, being a gentleman not saying anything crude or disrespectful to you.
“So what happened?” Robby asked on the rooftop.
Jack smiled. “We had a good time.”
“You had a good time?”
“Yeah.” Jack said, digging his hands into his pocket trying hard not to let out a telling smile. “We had a great time.”
“And you’re gonna keep seeing her?”
“Yeah.”
Robby shook his head laughing. “Good luck to you man.”
And from then on he was excited to mention you in any conversation.
Yeah, she and I are going to the natural history museum this weekend.
I’ll have to see if she doesn’t have something planned for us. No actually I’m going home right after because she found a new soup recipe and I’m really excited to try it.And when you started packing him food…it was game over. The first time you handed him a lunch box he realized, he never owned a lunch box.
“Wait a minute? You bought me a lunch box?” He said confused.
“Yeah! It’s cute right?” It was simple. Navy blue with black and silver trimming. It had a long shoulder strap and a compartment to store a thermal cup. “I think this fits your vibe.”
“My vibe?” He turned it around, inspecting it. “This is like you’re sending me to school.”
“Oh come on Jack. Lots of people go to work with a lunchbox.”
He was a little hesitant. All the guys are going to give me so much shit. But one look at you, with your perfectly soft face, the smile that made him melt as you so proudly handed him this lunchbox, who was he to ruin this for you? So he slung it over his shoulder proudly. Walking through the door of the ER with confidence. Knowing that his sexy young girlfriend had cooked for him and packed him this with a lot of love. Dana cocked her eyebrow as he walked in.
“She’s fattening you up before killing ‘ya?” She joked.
“She can do whatever she wants to me.” Jack replied. It took Dana by surprise, watching him walk into the break room where he would store his lunchbox in the fridge. And it became a common occurrence. When you weren’t on crazy calls, or not out on a shoot somewhere, you were giving Jack his lunchbox before his shift. And he looked forward to it each time. Giddy to see what surprises you left for him. Sometimes you wrote dumb little notes, sometimes you snuck in a cookie or even a beer can when you sensed the night was going to be a tough one.
One afternoon as he was getting ready for his shift, he begged again.
“Just 10 minutes.” He pleaded.
You peered up from your laptop to see him shirtless. His bare chest looked toned with his freckles framing every muscle. You traced your eyes down to his perfect little ass in his boxer briefs.
“Jack, I'm swapped.” You said apologetically.
It had been several weeks since he asked you to come visit him at work. He joked at first, saying he wanted to parade his sexy girlfriend to everyone so they can know who’s been giving him the hickies on his neck he was bad at hiding. Who was making him rush to the bathroom to send you another risque text at night, who was taking up his life in the most delicious way. He wanted nothing more than to see you walk through those doors, and show everyone that you were his.
“I know baby, I know.” His voice dropped. Something Jack was not good was telling you when he was actually hurt. And every time you’d say no, it was another blow to his mushy heart.
Maybe she doesn’t want people to know she’s with an old man?She’s embarrassed by you.
It was conversations you’d have before. Jack looking at you over dinner, or out on a date and asking you again if you’re sure you want to be with him. He could understand if the age freaked you out. If you wanted someone more your age. More attractive. More you.
And you’d always shake your head and tell him to stop thinking that. Not only was he the sexiest man in the world, you were exactly where you wanted to be, with him.
You knew every time you said no it crushed his spirit. He’d hang his head lower, he’d get quiet, he would feel too ashamed to even look at you. And the reason you said no wasn’t because you were too embarrassed to be with him or that you didn’t love him, it’s the fact that you weren’t ready to see him there. Covered in blood, the screaming, the running around and all the noises from the different machines. Seeing Jack as Dr. Abbot and not the man that sings to you when he’s cooking. Or the man that carries you back to the car when your heels have blistered your feet. You were not ready to see these demons he talked about.
“Jack, I'm sorry.” You whispered.
He couldn’t stay upset. He could be hurt, but he could never leave work without kissing you. As he slipped on his shirt he walked over to you and gave you a sweet kiss.
“I know baby.”
He went to his shift, lunch box in hand, trying to get through the night so he could find you curled up in the mattress, and sneak in a moment to wrap his arms around you before you started work.
You ended up sleeping early. Tossing and turning, trying to get Jack’s frown out of your mind, but by 1 AM your mind was fully buzzing. You hated how you made him feel. You hated how you know it’s eating him up at work while he’s trying to focus. And you hated that you were still scared. It’s really not that hard to show up for him. He always shows up for you. To every work event. Every shoot. You gotta let yourself go into his world. You have to.
Something came over you. You thought well if “I’m gonna show up to his work, I have to make it big.”
You spent several hours downstairs in the kitchen making food for the doctors and nurses. Chocolate chip muffins. Breakfast sandwiches. Roasted potatoes. Hell you cut up all the fruit you had in your fridge and assembled them into larger serving trays. You looked at the time, almost 4 AM. It was time to get yourself ready. Hop in the shower. Recurl your hair, do your makeup a little too nice, and wear a good outfit. You kept it simple with a baby tee that lifted your breasts up just right, jeans that cupped your ass, and a pair of cowboy boots you wear often to set.
The drive over there made your heart flutter. All the stories, the late nights of hearing him try not to cry. The way sometimes he would just sit on his side of the bed for a moment and stare into nothing until you’d pull him into you and hear his heart pounding. You were going to the source. And for Jack he so desperately wanted to know you were choosing him, all of him. With these demons and all.
You parked your car, juggling the trays of food and your purse. The ambulances were parked outside, just like Jack described it. You noticed some familiar faces, the day shift folks that were at the bar you met Jack. You felt shy for a moment, trying to hide your face, not be seen. Oh my god just walk dummy. You stood in front of the door, looking inside to the large white rooms with too many bodies moving around back and forth in a frantic synchronization that only makes sense to people that work there. But to you it was dizzying. You stepped on one foot at a time. The sight was almost too much for you. The yelling, the sound of the carts being moved around, the phone blaring.
“Hey miss!” A security guard called out. “Are you family?”
“What?”
“Family of a patient?”
“No I—”
“Then I can’t have you in here miss. Check in is on the other side.”
“But I’m here for Jack.”
With perfect timing you saw him coming out of a trauma bay with Robby. As the security guard tried to push you out, Jack saw you. His heart dropped, in the best way.
“Oh my god.” He breathed out.
You peaked over the security guard, yelling out his name.
“Oh my god.” Robby replied back looking at you.
Jack immediately rushed over to the security guard. “Woah woah woah please let her through.”
The security guard turned around. “Wait, is this your girl?”
“Yes she is.”
He looked tired. The skin around his face was red and blotchy from the heat and sweat of running around all night. His hair was tousled every which way. There was a small dot of blood on his scrubs that made your eyes widen. When he saw that, it clicked in his head that you’d been scared to come in. He grabbed your cheeks to force your face up to his.
“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s nothing.”
Your eyes darted to the trauma bay where everyone was still working. You could see the whites of a bone, blood all over everyone’s gloves.
“Hey hey hey look at me. He’s gonna be okay. It looks bad but I promise you it’s not. He’s gonna be okay.”
You brought your eyes back to him. You had to trust that the man was going to be okay. That the blood stain on his shirt was okay. That Jack was okay. That he loved this place, even if it made him see things and relive things he doesn’t want to. That he was happy.
The rest of the crew looked at your both standing there, shocked that you were real. The rumors, the whispers, the constant teasing all came to this moment where Jack took your hand and walked you to the nurses station.
“My beautiful, amazing, very sexy girlfriend made us food!” He yelled out.
You set down the trays of food. “Okay muffins, breakfast sandwiches, those are potatoes, also fruit? I don’t know if you guys eat that but it’s there.”
Jack took a muffin and bit into it, rolling his eyes of the sweet relief of some sort of food in his mouth. “You did all of this?”
“Yup! I couldn’t sleep so I just…cooked I guess?”
He pulled you in, his hands trailing on your waist. Your cheeks burned at his touch, but also at the fact that he was doing this in front of his coworkers. “You got all dressed up for me?” His voice was a little raspy, cooing as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.
“Yes I did.” You batted your eyelashes, trying to coax him to see what he’d do next.
“Yeah?” His voice dropped to that familiar tone. He smiled, biting his lip as he looked directly at your lips. While you had hoped he’d give you a big wet kiss, you settled for several small pecks that still sparked some commotion from his colleagues.
“Alright crazy kids knock it off.” Robby emerged from behind you. He took a breakfast sandwich and bit into it. Nodding his head in approval.
“This is really good,” he said “But I can’t have any more distractions in my ER. You’re a lovely girl but show and tell is over Jack.”
A couple of the staff rolled their eyes taking food with them as they got back to work. Jack looked at Robby with a smirk.
“Don’t be jealous. I have a woman that loves me and you’re all alone.” He teased.
“Aha don’t- don’t piss me off Abbot.” Robby starts walking away. Without thinking Jack scoops you up, hoists you over his shoulder and starts to walk out.
“I’m done for the day, don’t call me. My girlfriend says so.”
You laughed, blowing a kiss to everyone as he walks out into the parking lot, puts you back down, and devours you in kisses and gropes up against your car.
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Summary: Robby convinces Jack to come out for a drink and becomes smitten with a wild young girl dancing on top of the bar.
warnings: 18+, age gap, mention of sexually explicit fantasies (exposing breasts and receiving female masturbation), touch on the topic of drinking and consenting, if I missed anything please let me know!
author note: okay darn it I'm making this into a series because im already planning just how hot and sexy this can beeeee.
wc: ~2.1k
Dr. Jack Abbot was not supposed to be out tonight.
After a grueling night with a stab victim and another, yes another, baby jane doe, he was supposed to go home, sleep for a thousand years, and enjoy his next couple of days off. But Robby called him at around 8 PM.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get my beauty sleep.” He replied rolling in his sheets.
“Well knock it off, that shit faded ages ago. Come get a drink with us.”
“Come on man—”
“I came out last time after you called me 50 times.”
Jack looked at the side of the bed. His prosthetic leg propped up easy for reach. Oh for fuck sakes.
“One beer and I’m gone.”
“I’ll have 4 beers for you waiting.”
He quickly got dressed, running his wet fingers through his hair to fix and reshape his curls. Why am I even doing my hair? He brushed his teeth, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the door. The nearby bar was a 10 minute drive, and surprisingly easy to find parking. Once inside he met with Robby and the other day shift folks, celebrating and drinking away another shift. They cheered as Jack made his way to their table. Santos sarcastically raising her glass at him.
“Oh my god they’ve let the senior citizens out tonight.” She laughed.
“And how's charting coming along?” Jack quipped back. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the table.
Robby’s warm hands hooked around his shoulder, handing him a beer bottle.
You were on the other side of the bar dancing. Girls night out that you'd planned weeks ago with friends. You wore your favorite white baby tee, low waisted leather pants, and black pointed toe shoes. You hair was curled and swooshing around as you danced and swayed and lost yourself in the music. Grinding and playfully groping on your friends, because of course that’s what girls do. And then suddenly you found yourselves dancing on top of the bar, putting on a show.
At first the loud noise had startled Jack, blurring his vision. Robby gently squeezed his arm, relaxing him.
“Seems like a couple of girls are dancing on the bar.” He said pointing in your direction.
That’s when Jack turned to look and saw you. Everything was in slow-mo. Yes all of the girls were extremely gorgeous, but you? You were this man’s fantasy. He watched you, moving and twisting your hips and waist. The way your pants were just a little too low. His eyes trailed up your bare stomach to notice the t-shirt suffocating your breasts. Fuck she’s not wearing a bra. His mind was racing watching you dance as he took another swig of his beer. He stayed like that for a long time, completely infatuated with the sight, making Robby laugh.
“Oh no.”
“What?” Jack said, snapping out of the trance you’d kept him in.
“She’s too young for you man.”
“You don’t think I still got it?”
“I think she’ll take one look at you and take you back to the nursing home.”
He kept his eyes on you. Studying your hips and arms. Smiling as you laughed and hugged your friends. A couple of guys reached their hand out to help you and your friends down from the bar. Suddenly Jack gained a confidence he didn’t know he had. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the fact Robby didn’t think he could do it. Or maybe he was just tired of being scared. He put his beer down and shoved his jacket into Robby.
“It’s show time,” he winked as he walked to your direction.
While your friends were entertaining the guys that had helped you down, you watched the hottest man you’d ever seen coming your way. Your breath caught in your throat. His pepper hair with messy curls, his slimmed down face kissed with freckles and all the right signs of age. His forearms so toned. You licked your lips at the sight of him. He stood right next to you, leaning on the bar. You watched him for a second, waiting for his big move.
“You wanna water?” He asked right into your ear.
“A water?” You asked confused. What the hell?
“Yeah. You must be thirsty from all the dancing.” Before you could answer he signaled to the bartender for two waters. You stood there shocked. No sleezy comment? No groping? No creepy man shit you’ve come to expect?
“Thank you so much for caring about my hydration.” You joked.
“Well you know dehydration is a leading cause of spoiled nights.” He joked back. He somehow inched a little closer to you. Your arms were just barely touching, and it made your cheeks flush.
“What are you a doctor?”
He reached back to grab one of the glasses of water to hand to you. “I am actually.”
“Is that what you tell women to impress them?”
“It’s what I’m admitting to impress you.” His eyes locked on to you as he took a sip. Oh he’s smooth.
“And when you’re not telling women you’re a doctor?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows.
“I’m whatever you want me to be.” He said, biting his bottom lip. Oh how you love an older man, and this man right here was already turning you on. You had nothing to say, so you took another sip of water, trying to distract from the fact he had gotten you to smile. He had gotten you to flush your cheeks and actually feel a little thrown off.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Jack.”
“Oh so Dr. Jack huh?” You moved a little closer, fitting between his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jack tensed up, he didn’t think about how far he was getting with you. From the corner of his eye he could see Robby and the day shift watching. He felt a little embarrassed. Look at this incredibly hot woman wrapping herself around an old man. But then he thought to himself this hot woman is fucking wrapped around me.
“Dr. Jack Abbot actually.” He said with a little sass. You giggled, looking at his lips and then back up at his eyes. He was smiling now, his little crows feet forming on the sides of his eyes, his teeth peaking out as he bit his lips, looking at your face. He couldn’t get over your big eyes and long lashes. You could make him melt with just those alone. Your skin looked so soft. Every now and then he could smell your perfume. Vanilla with cedarwood, and cherries. It was driving him crazy having you this close.
“So what’s the plan here…Jack?” You asked.
“Well I gotta be honest. I didn’t expect to get this far?”
“Why not?” You pouted.
“Didn’t think you liked an older guy.”
“I love an older man.” You whispered.
He turned to look at Robby, who was completely confused. All of day shift clapped and cheered, causing you to turn back to see them.
“Those your friends?”
“Coworkers.” He corrected. “They said you were too young for me.”
“Well that’s not nice.” You fingers started digging through his hair. “How ‘bout we give them another show?”
Without hesitation you leaned in to kiss him. Jack was completely stunned. For a second while you studied his lips, he was completely still. No way this worked. No way she’s actually kissing me.
You pulled him in deeper, this time his hands gripped onto your bare waist, holding you still as he kissed you back with a passion that sent a hot wave down to your pussy. He kissed you with such force that you felt your knees wanting to give way, he was such a good fucking kisser. You loved the way his hands were gripping you, so firm and sexy like he was ready to just take you right there and then. You both found a rhythm that was hungry for more as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in closer. Oh my god just fuck me right here you thought to yourself. It was mainly the alcohol talking, but also definitely just your clit already desperate to be touched.
When Jack finally pulled away, he couldn’t help but gently tuck the stray stand of hair behind your ears. He needed to take you home now. Before he wakes up and this was all a sick dream.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked you.
“Yeah.” You said in disbelief.
He held your hand firm, already a little possessive and walked you over to Robby. He grabbed his jacket from his hand.
“Goodnight everyone.” He winked.
You played into it, blowing a kiss and winking at everyone before he rushed you out the door. You two couldn’t even make it down the street without him pinning you up against the wall to kiss you again. It was addicting for him to grab your waist. It was the perfect size for his hands. You were made for him to just grab you and throw you around however he pleased.
He walked you back to his car, helping you into his truck that was too tall for you. Once inside you two finally caught your breath. That’s when he finally noticed the smell of alcohol on you. He looked at this hot girl in his car, and started freaking out. You were drunk, he had taken you away from your friends, were you even able to make your own decisions?
Fuck this is really bad he thought as he gripped his steering wheel.
You on the other hand were drunk, but very much in need of this man. He was silent holding onto his steering wheel, so you decided to creep over, climb on top of him, and straddle his lap. He winced a little, holding you up by the waist.
“Oh my god did I hurt you?” You asked scared.
“No no no.” He said adjusting you. “S’just uh my prosthetic leg.”
“And does that stay on during sex?” You giggled kissing on his neck.
He couldn’t think straight. He really needed to fuck you. He would fuck you right here. Ripping off your shirt to expose your perky breasts and taking them into his mouth while his hands reached into your pants to play with your swollen and wet pussy. He wanted it so badly, but he couldn’t help but feel disgusting that he was taking advantage of you.
“Sweetheart,” He said, pushing you off him. “You’re drunk.”
“So?” You giggled, leaning in for more. He again pushed you back.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He admitted. “I-I took you away from your friends. They’re probably wondering where you are.”
“You don’t want me?” You felt those words hit the pit of your stomach. Something about being rejected, especially by him, made you feel small. Ugly. Suddenly you even sobered up to realize that maybe you were the fool in this. He sat up, springing his hands to cup your face.
“No no no,” he said in a calm whisper. “Trust me I would fuck you right here right now.”
“So just good ahead and fuck me,” you said lifting up your shirt.
“Woah.” He laughed pulling your shirt back down. Your nipples were staring right at him. Already he had been hard, but with you on this lap he could feel his cock pressing up against you. “I wanna fuck you when you’re not drunk. Okay?”
“But I’m soooo much tighter when I’m drunk,” you whined.
“Let me take you home. Okay?”
You sighed in defeat. You had to admit, something about this was way hotter to you. A man that wants to respect you, and make sure you always have consent. You made your way back to your seat as he turned on the car.
“Okay where am I taking you?”
“Mmm I don’t know,” you whined out. You were getting sleepy. The kind of drunk sleepy that makes everything you say or do incoherent. He’d seen it a million times at work with young girls coming in because they’re too drunk to stand. Shit shit shit. You were closing your eyes, making yourself comfortable against the window.
“Hey no no no you gotta stay awake and tell me where to take you.” He said reaching over to grip your shoulders.
“Your house.” You blurted out. “I wanna go to your house.” You giggled and closed your eyes.
Jack watched you fall asleep. Your were so calm and peaceful. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in a long time, and now she's asleep in his car.
Summary: You wake up in the sexy doctor’s house the next day to get exactly what you’d been craving.
warnings: 18+ MDNI!! Smut, smutty smut smut. Self masturbation (male and female), a little bit of a dom? maybe idk, dirty talk (jack referring to himself as a dirty old man calling reader baby), pv intercourse no condom, biting, nipple play, masturbation (female receiving via fingering), anything else i missed pls let me know!
author note: uh guys hehe got a little carried away here. but super happy to see people interested in a part 2!! think i should do a pt 3??
wc: ~2k
You woke up with your head pounding. Slowly trying to blink your eyes open to adjust to the gentle light peaking through the windows. Seeping out of the white curtains that framed a glass showing you trees rustling in the wind. For a moment your eyes adjusted to the sight of the trees, watching leaves fall off, before finally coming to your senses. Where the fuck am I? You sat up frantically looking down at your chest to reveal you still had your shirt intact. Your pants, extremely tight and uncomfortable, were still on. Everything was still on. The bed you were sleeping on didn’t even have an indentation of another body that slept next to you. From the corner of your eye you saw your phone on the nightstand, plugged in and fully charged. You reached over to scroll through all the text and calls from your friends.
The room you slept in was very simple. White walls, sheer white curtains, dark wood dresses and a simple, not too overly designed bed frame. The comforter was navy blue, stuffed with geese feathers that made every single movement fluffy. You quickly texted your friends to let them know you were more than just safe. You made your way into the bathroom where you took a look in the mirror. Your makeup, while a little crusted, was also still intact. Your lips were a bit red, making you remember all the moments of being pinned up against the concrete wall outside of the bar for a kiss. How he kissed and kissed and kissed you until you couldn’t even breathe anymore. You smiled as you turned on the faucet to wash off your face.
Downstairs Jack was nervous. After driving you back to his home he carried you inside and gave you the bed for the night. You were sound asleep as he plugged your phone in, slipped off your shoes, fluffed the comforter and tucked you in. His fingers gently traced the side of your face. What the fuck am I doing? He thought to himself. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and laid on the couch. Images from the night played over and over like a tortuous movie. The way you climbed on top of him. How you begged for him to just fuck you. All the smiles and looks you gave him. There was no way he could actually go to sleep. And when he finally did go to sleep he woke up early to make you breakfast. Does she like pancakes? Of course she does, everyone likes pancakes. Or maybe she’s gluten-free? Are pancakes gluten-free? And what about her eggs? Does she like them scrambled? Boiled? Do people still even eat bacon?
He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. This deep longing to please someone. To see a woman smile over something he’d done. Not since his late wife.
With the large breakfast spread set across the table, he sat in silence, hands folded, and waited for you to come down. He heard footsteps taking down the stairs one by one, until you got to the very last one. You still had your clothes on from the night before. You had taken off your makeup. Your hair was now a little messy. And he still couldn’t take his eyes off you. In fact, something about you right now in this vulnerable, morning after a night out state, made you more breathtaking than he could have ever imagined.
You felt his stare. It was burning your cheeks as you tried hard to look away from his eyes.
“Good morning,” He called out, breaking the tension.
“Hi.” You said softly. You walked over to the dinner table to see the widespread breakfast items scattered around. “You feeding an army?”
“Um, well I just didn’t know what you’d like…” he trailed. You walked past him, leaning over the sink with a glass cup to get yourself some water. He stared down your back. The dip it made, the dimples so perfect for his two thumbs to be when he takes you from—
“So you made all of this for me?” You asked in between sips.
He straightened himself out, jaw clenching as he tried to look away from you. “Yes.” His response was a little stern, throwing you off a bit. But nevertheless you couldn’t have been more smitten in that moment. You moved over, sliding your arm around his shoulder as you gently sat on his lap. His eyes widened as you took a piece of bacon off the plate and crunched it between your teeth. He took a good look at your lips, thinking about the kisses from last night. How your breath tasted, how perfect your lips molded onto his.
“You’re cute when you're flustered ya know.” You said, mouth still a little full from the bacon.
“Do you want to eat?”
“Not food.” You said slinking your hands to grip the side of this neck. He breathed heavily, trying to figure out a way to get out from under you. “What’s the matter?”
“You’re very forward.” He said. The goosebumps from your touch were starting to overwhelm him. Trying so hard to somehow redirect the blood that was going down to his cock, but no no success. You felt his cock’s tip bring against your pants. Very gently, but it was throbbing.
“And that’s bad?”
“No.”
“Then?”
The two of you stared at each other. Both your eyes trying so hard not to get caught looking at each other’s lips. It was a game of cat and mouse. And Jack was the little mouse you wanted to swallow whole. He gave in first, leaning in closer to you. You could feel how small his breaths were getting, inching closer and closer until you felt the weight of his lips barely, just barely touching yours. You let out the smallest moan, trying so hard to keep yourself steady. He gave a toothy smile, a dangerous one. The kind when a man knows you’ve fallen into the trap they’ve set out for you.
“God I want to just destroy you.” He whispered.
“Try me.”
It was silent at first. The crash of his lips startled you, but when he started to find his rhythm in the kiss, you couldn’t help yourself. Gasping and moaning into his tongue as he swirled it around yours. The slimy sensation made you so horny. You didn’t realize how big his hands were yesterday. They cupped your cheeks and practically wrapped around your neck. He moved onto the side of your neck, kissing and licking, driving you to slowly rock your hips back and forth. Finding the imprint of his cock and pressing into it. Getting it close to your clit to feel pressure. His tongue dragged along your neck, up to your ear lobe, leaving you with a wet trail inside your ear as he kissed and whispered.
“You like when I do this to you baby?” His hand gently grazed over your breasts. You moaned and whimpered when his finger tips began to twist your perky nipple. Giving him the noises, all the dirty noises he’d been wanting to hear for so long. It made you shoot your head back, giving more access to kiss and bite your neck.
“Fuck,” you moaned out. Your hips rocked even more, humping whatever you could find of his cock under the flannel pants. You moved your hands closer to his crotch, trying to find an opening to slip your hand inside.
“You wanna play my dick hm?” He cooed out.
All you could do was nod, with needy eyes looking at him as he slid down his pajama pants. You stared in disbelief. He was big. Thick and long. With veins and precum dripping all over. He stroked himself, staring you down with a glare that made you feel naked. Vulnerable. A new kind of danger you’d never felt before. But it was thrilling.
“Take off your pants.” He commanded.
Without thinking you got off his lap, stripping your leather pants to reveal you didn’t wear any underwear last night. Jack’s cock hardened even more, seeing how perfect your pussy was. Without thinking your hand reached down, taking two fingers to swirl around your clit and tease him. The moan he let out was deep and gravely, stroking himself long and harder as you stood there. You kept your lip, enjoying the view of a man jerking off for you. Your pace picked up, swirling faster and exposing your lips to him. You could feel it, the rise of a sweet orgasm polling into your stomach. Jack was so captivated by this sight that he was about to cum, and then he stopped. He caught his breath, watching you bring yourself closer and closer.
And without thinking, just based on the raw nature of two people needing to be together, he got up from his chair, moved the plates of food back from the table, and grabbed you. His hands anchored your waist as he carried you, slamming you onto the table while your hands pulled his pants down further. His fingers shoved deep inside your aching pussy. His thumb grazed your swollen clit while you moaned into his mouth. His finger drove deep and deeper hitting on your g-spot that made you release from the kiss and make a guttural moan. An incredibly desperate sound that rang in Jack’s ear as he did it again and again, violently pushing the table as you were being brought closer and closer.
“You like that baby?”
“Fuck Jack!” You screamed out.
“Let’s see how good you take it baby.” He frantically took his fingers out and lined the tip of his cock to your folds. You looked down, watching the sight of his thick cock anchoring itself, and slowly going in.
“Oh fuck,” you whimpered. Feeling little by little the enormous stretch inside of you. He moaned, unable to process just how tight you were. How every inch he went further and further in gave him another new feeling. An intoxicating grip that could make him cum alone. When he finally thrusted all the way in, he stayed there for a moment. You looked at him, biting your lip, unsure of his next move. He kissed you.
“You’re so pretty taking my cock baby.” He moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of the wetness and folds dragging on his cock. He folded into the crook of your neck. His breath was creating an electric pulse throughout your skin. Your hands holding onto his shoulder, nails digging slowly into his skin which drove him crazy. He held your waist, thrusting harder, faster. Until finally he was fucking you. Slamming into you over and over again with a messy rhythm that was causing you to close your eyes.
“That’s what you wanted?” He said, looking at me. “A dirty old man fucking you like this?”
Your eyes rolled back. He knew his words got to you.
“Say it.” He said. “Tell me how much you wanted me to fuck you?”
You tried so hard. To say anything. But the thrusts were coming so quickly you moaned and moaned, feeling that orgasm inching closer and closer.
“You take my cock so well baby.” He kept going. Saying all the things he’d miss saying. Doing all the things he missed doing to a woman. He held you by the neck. “Fucking look at me. Look at me baby. Yeah that’s right. You’re so fucking close huh?”
“Y-Yes!”
“This old man's gonna make you cum?”
“O-oh fuck.” You gasped. Feeling the last thrusts until everything in your body gave in. Jack could feel how your walls tightened around him before releasing the sweet wet and stickiness of your orgasm. It was the final straw for him, he came so strong, biting on your shoulder as he pumped and pumped his cum all over inside you. Your vision was coming back to normal. Jack planted soft kisses on your neck. You breathed heavy, still feeling him inside you. He pulled back to look at you.
“ S’ that what you wanted?” He cocked his eyebrows.
Your eyes were deer caught in headlights. Looking at him, shaking your head in disbelief. Giving a small, breathy laugh. Yes, it had been a game of cat and mouse. And dear sweet girl, you were the mouse all along.
tagging you my loves <3 @amgelclaw @lovekk2plus @holyhozierwp @jackierose902109
part 3!
the slut, the prince, the freak | s.h. x e.m. x fem!reader | +18
exes to lovers (steve x popular!reader) + loser!eddie | no use of y/n | no mentions of specific race, hair type or body type.
word count: 10.5k
warnings: This one shot is +18, minors do NOT interact. smut (threesome) and a bit of slutshaming.
[dividers by @cursed-carmine]
You were too young when Steve Harrington became your boyfriend. It was destined,your parents said, when they first found out you were dating. You were both sixteen, clumsy and unexperienced, and while he wanted to make his parents proud, you enjoyed the fact that dating King Steve made you popular.
But after two years together, your realised that there was something missing between you two. Steve was sweet for sure; he was nice to you, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him.
But one day, as you were taking your books out of your locker, you saw him leaning on the wall talking to Nancy Wheeler. She looked at him from under her lashes, cheeks rosy and smile shy while Steve looked back at her with that flirty stare that once drove you crazy, and you just knew.
The next Friday you were in his car after dinner with his parents and you looked at him from the passenger seat, no pain in your heart, just knowing that whatever had bloomed between you two had run its course.
‘I think you should ask her out.’ You said then, eyes fixed on the windshield. Steve’s stare was overflowing with confusion at your words.
You had been his first everything. Neighbours since you moved to Hawkins when you were nine, best friends since the first day as the new girl at school, first kiss, first girl he slept with, first love.
‘What?’
You tried to read his eyes, knowing him so well, but that night his pupils seemed to be hiding something behind them. The sudden distance between you and the boy you knew like the palm of your hand made you feel insecure.
‘Nancy. She’s pretty. I think you should give it a shot.’
Steve’s eyes turned soft at your words. You weren’t angry, there was no sign of jealousy on your tone, and that was enough for him to know.
You gave him a sad smile and leaned in to kiss his warm cheek, your coconut perfume that stuck to his body like a second skin filling his lungs. The cold yet familiar texture of your lips lingered on his cheek after you stepped out of his car and walked back to your place.
Rumours flew around the school and though you and Steve smiled at each other in the hallways, it was obvious that you were no longer the It couple of Hawkins. A few weeks after that, guys from the sports team started to ask you out and Steve was seen making out with Nancy after classes.
It was weird the first months, but after a while you had to make peace with image of them walking around the school holding hands, and you started going out on dates again.
But you got bored quickly. It was the same every couple of months, a cute guy from the football team would ask you out, you’d go on a date, make out or if you were in the mood, have sex and when they started showing feelings for you, you ended it.
You weren’t sad or disappointed, it was just boredom. Some of them took it nicely, others… not so much. But what if they called you a slut on the hallways? You were still pretty and inaccessible to most. You were having fun.
And Steve, well, he had heard of your reputation, but if he saw anyone talking shit about you, he was always quick on telling them to shut up. He knew he’d always be protective of you, waving from his bedroom’s window when you played with your dog in the backyard every evening, and closing his curtains when he saw you kissing some guy in your bedroom on weekends, sometimes staying in rather than going out as he meant to just in case. In case something happened. In case you needed him. In case you called.
But that never happened.
There was another person in the school that was willing to defend you from the rumours, but you didn’t even know about his existence until one day outside school, when Jason Carver lost his temper with you.
‘I mean it was nice…’ He overheard you say as you stood in front of Jason. ‘I just don’t really feel we’ve got that much chemistry.’
Eddie Munson was leaning against his car from the other side of the parking lot, hiding his amused expression behind a cigarette. Whenever he saw your pretty face around the school, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Eddie had always admired the confidence with which you talked to boys, dressed in those little skirts and knee socks he loved even if the autumn chill was too cold for them. Internally, he kind of liked how careless about dating you were, using those guys for a few weeks before dumping them. He’d argue you had terrible taste in men, from Harrington to Carver to any other pretty boy in the school, but he knew he would never have a chance with you.
‘What the fuck?’ Jason said, but no muscle from you face moved.
‘Come on, Jason.’ You tried to be kind but God, was he annoying. ‘Don’t be silly, I’m sure there’s a bunch of girls in Hawkins that would kill to be with you.’ He opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t let him speak. You never let them. ‘Anyways, I’ll see you around.’
‘Wait a fucking minute, you slut.’ You didn’t even have time to blink when his hand grabbed your arm so tightly it hurt. Eddie observed how you frowned in pain at Jason’s grasp. ‘You don’t get to break up with me.’
‘We’re not even dating, asshole.’ You said trying to get out of his grip. ‘Let me go.’ But the pressure on your arm became even stronger and more painful. ‘Seriously, Jason. Let go!’
Eddie didn’t wait for it to escalate when his fist hit Jason’s jaw and the boy’s hand finally let your arm go. ‘He told you to leave her the fuck alone.’
But Jason was not going to let someone like Eddie Munson walk away just like that. He returned the hit to the Eddie’s nose, and you took your hands to your face when he fell on the ground with a loud noise. Jason kept hitting him even when you screamed at him to leave the boy alone, trying to push him away from Eddie while a bunch of students surrounded you.
It wasn’t pretty. By the time they were separated, Eddie’s face was full of blood and Jason only seemed to have a small bruise on his cheek.
‘Hey!’ You called as the guy that defended you walked back inside the school. But Eddie felt too humiliated to talk to you, and all his bravery had been replaced by a deep sense of shame.
Steve didn’t think he’d find such a scene in front of him when he was about to walk out of the toilet. Eddie The Freak Munson walked inside the toilet with a bloody swollen face. Standing on his place as Eddie opened the sink, he observed the way the boy features clenched in pain when he took his hands to his face.
‘Do you need anything, Harrington?’
‘That just… that looks pretty bad. Should I call the nurse?’
But Eddie only laughed bitterly, not really used to anyone caring too much about him. He had always been invisible in front of people like you or Steve.
‘I’ll be alright.’ He said indifferently, and Steve nodded hesitantly, eyes lingering on the ringed bloody knuckles for a couple of seconds before leaving.
Steve didn’t think too much about it until he heard why Munson had been hit. The rumours said Jason Carver almost hurt you and The Freak had intervened at the right moment, but you felt weird talking about it, so you didn’t answer anyone’s questions as the bruise on your arm started to go from red to purple.
You searched for Eddie the following day at school but didn’t see him. His car was missing in the parking lot and when you tried to drive to his place to thank him, his uncle told you he wasn’t in, even if you heard the clear sound a guitar being played guitar behind the man on the threshold. So, you got the message.
Next Friday, you found yourself drinking and looking at Steve and Nancy from the other side of the party. Steve made eye contact with you as he danced with his girlfriend, and you gave him a sweet smile that he returned. It would never be strange for you to see him with someone else, but at the same time, you told yourself you weren’t really jealous.
But maybe Nancy Wheeler was.
‘Why do you keep looking at her?’ She asked. They were in the toilet after Steve had accidentally thrown his drink on her.
‘What? Who?’ His hands were a bit shaky at the anger behind Nancy’s eyes as he offered her some tissues to clean her clothes.
‘Who?’ She mocked, ‘Your ex-girlfriend, it’s like you’re obsessed with her or something.’
‘I’m not–’
Just then, the toilet’s door opened. Their eyes lift up to find you face, blood rushing to your cheeks quickly at the sight of your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend.
‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ You said, to what Nancy rolled her eyes.
Steve saw the way you looked at her confused. He opened his mouth to apologize for his drunk girlfriend when his eyes caught the purple bruise on your arm, quickly looking back at you. You knew those eyes so well, he was worried. A question in his pupils as his mouth opened slightly. But you turned shy then, embarrassed by the bruise and by your drunkenness, feeling like you had somehow disappointed him.
‘Hey–’ He started, but you closed the toilet’s door quickly before walking towards the living room to tell your ride to go home. You shouldn’t have come to that stupid party anyways.
On Monday, everyone knew that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler were no longer together. You started wearing long sleeved sweaters on top of your usual cute tops with the excuse of the low temperatures, but you were just covering the bruise that had made you feel so humiliated when you last saw Steve.
Eddie thought he was probably the only one that noticed you were wilting after what happened with Jason. He started to be more careful after the fight too, face still purple and swollen by the bruises that cost him the stares of the people calling him a weirdo in the hallways. So, he decided to start eating his lunch in the school’s toilets rather than in the cafeteria.
But he still observed you in between classes, when you were distracted taking your books from your locker, keeping your eyes low. When you started to turn down the dates the popular boys invited you to, punishing yourself for what you thought you had caused. Eddie saw the way you hid your pretty eyes from Steve, who often stared the back of your neck during class or in the hallway, and with narrowed eyes he silently noticed Harrington’s face full of confusion and sadness as you ignored him in the parking lot.
Steve would lift his eyes to find Munson’s gaze on him, not breaking the eye contact as his ringed scarred hands reached for a cigarette on his pocket. His cheeks would turn hotter at the piercing look in Eddie’s pupils, as if he had been caught doing something stupid, or as if he knew something Steve didn’t. All he could do was open the door of his BMW to go home and try to get you off his head as his knuckles wrapped tightly around the wheel.
It all went downhill for Steve after that.
Months later, some rich kids called Eddie to bring some weed over for them at a party, and when he opened the big wooden door of the fancy house, he found Steve’s swollen face on the other side of the door.
The boy ran past him, not even noticing when Eddie stood next to the door and watched him get inside his car. He should’ve done something, he should’ve offered him some help like he had done months ago when he hit Jason, but Eddie was paralysed. He didn’t realise he had been standing outside like an idiot, watching Steve’s car get lost in the distance, until a familiar body walked past him again.
Your coconut perfume made him take a step back into the shadows of the night. You were standing on the street now, your bare back exposed by a nice little dress, trying to see through the darkness. But Steve was gone. The night’s cold air made you shiver, and Eddie decided to walk inside the house before he could do something stupid, like talk to you.
When Eddie walked in, he looked around, trying to find any of the people he had spoken to on the phone earlier. He was about to walk into the kitchen when the sight of Billy Hargrove’s bloody knuckles made him walk away in the opposite direction.
You saw Steve’s bruises heal from the distance.
The laughs of Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan made you lift your eyes sometimes, but Steve no longer hung out with them, the empty space where he belonged once making you frown your eyebrows with curiosity.
Sometimes you stared at the phone next to your bedside table, laying on your bedroom’s floor with your hair wet after a shower and your feet bare against your green rug, thinking about calling him. But you never felt brave enough to deal his number, and you had grown fond of walking your dog around the block instead of playing with him in the back garden of your house. Or that’s what you told yourself.
You thought he and Nancy would eventually come back together, hopeful that it might all have been a misunderstanding and completely unaware of how you had caused the breakup on the first place, but she was now dating Jonathan Byers. He must be feeling lonely, you thought the morning you found the new couple kissing against Jonathan’s car.
Yet you would still looked back to your locker when you saw Steve walking down the hallway, a little red scar marking his lower lip, purple bruises around his nose fading. You were dying to talk to him, repressing a sigh as the smell of his familiar woody cologne invaded your lungs when he walked past. But you abandoned the idea, closing your locker’s door a bit too harshly before heading to class.
Didn’t everyone feel utterly miserable in high school, anyways?
It all changed two weeks after that, when you were on your way to the cafeteria and Billy Hargrove tried to ask you out. You stood next to your locker in shock, lips partly opened but nothing coming out of them. You had turned more introvert after what Jason Carver did to you, and you figured Hargrove would treat you worse than him. You’d seen what he did to Steve, and the way his little sister seemed so tense around him all the time sent shivers through your body. You almost felt your hands shaking next to your sides as you looked back at him, but the fear quickly turned into something else: anger. Why did you have to be so careful around all these assholes?
‘I don’t… I don’t think so, Billy.’ You said before trying to walk past him, but Billy placed his arm on your locker and blocked your way out, making you roll your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but you pushed his chest with your hand. ‘I said I don’t want to. Leave me the fuck alone.’
‘What? You’re getting picky now after half the school has slept with you?’
And that’s what made you snap.
You kicked him on the shin by reflex, the first thing you brain could come up with. But when he reached for his leg trying to soothe the pain, your rage was too much for you to hold in.
Everyone in the hallway was looking at you when you bent a little to be at the same eye level as him. ‘Listen to me, asshole. I fuck whoever I want to, not the other way around. Maybe you’re not half as hot as you think you are, so if you really want the full thing, you’re gonna have to masturbate until your little dick falls off.’
Your angry words echoed through the walls as Billy’s eyes filled with fury. Under his breath, he was still able to speak, ‘Who wants to fuck the school’s slut, anyways.’
‘That’s it–’ you said, but as you were about to jump on him you felt someone’s arms on your waist.
‘Okay, okay. That’s enough.’ Steve said as he walked you backwards, his hand around your waist while you kicked your feet in the air and Billy composed himself. ‘Come on.’
‘Let me go, Steve!’ You screamed as he kept dragging you away from Billy and the rest of the students.
But he didn’t until you were in the boy’s toilets, your cheeks red with anger and scalp a bit sweaty by the adrenaline.
‘You need to calm down.’
Eddie stood still inside the toilet’s stall when he jumped to the sound of Steve Harrington’s voice. He thought it was weird for him, or anyone, to be in these toilets that he found almost no one in the school seemed to use. Until he heard your voice.
‘I don’t fucking want to calm down.’
Eddie stayed silent, trying to look through a little crack on the stall’s door. Steve had both hands on your shoulders while you seemed to be breathing heavily with rage.
‘He could’ve–’ He started.
‘Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.’ You removed his hands from your shoulders, screaming at him. You knew it wasn’t Steve’s fault, but you were burning with anger. ‘I’ll fucking fight him, Steve. Hargrove, Carver, all of them. I’m so sick of this shit.’
You let out a sigh, trying to relax, but it was impossible. Eddie smiled at your words; he loved how tough you were despite the fact you seemed like a really soft girl. He repressed a laugh at the sight of Steve standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, trying to figure out what the fuck do with you.
‘I know, I know.’ He said, eyes serious as he looked at you through brown strands of hair that fell on his forehead, ‘But that’s not the solution–’
‘You’re such a hypocrite!’ You clenched your fist on either side of you, ‘You hit Billy–’
‘Yeah, and I fucking lost.’ He said to you, his hands were aching to touch you again. Your cheeks red, coconut smell everywhere around him, softened by the way your hands got lost inside your oversize sweater. He missed that, he missed that so much, making him suddenly nervous like when he was sixteen. He swallowed before speaking again, trying to keep those thoughts out of his head.
‘I would’ve had to fight him again if he’d touch you and I would’ve lost again.’ His words almost made you smile, stress and anger dissipating and his eyes lighting up at your reaction. ‘Would’ve ended up like Munson when he hit Carver.’
Eddie noticed how you shut your eyes at the sound of his name, tilting your head back and biting your lip. ‘I still feel so fucking guilty about that. I was never able to thank him and now I feel too awkward to do it.’
Eddie held a sigh at your words. A part of him felt kind of flattered, but another was relieved you never spoke to him again. As creepy as it sounded, and as pathetic as he felt for it, he preferred to observe you from afar.
‘I think maybe I should too.’ Said Steve as his eyes got lost on the tiles of the toilet’s floor. You lifted your gaze at his words, but he didn’t feel brave enough to look back at you. ‘I mean, that wouldn’t have happened if I…’
He let the words hang in the air. You turned your gaze to your shoes, arms crossed over your chest as the air turned tense. He took the opportunity to look back at your face and study the subtle changes that had somehow turned you even prettier after your breakup. No wonder you had so many guys after you, the air of confidence you radiated now made you irresistible. But he knew you. They didn’t deserve you.
When you licked your lips, Eddie couldn’t ignore the way Steve’s eyes followed the movement of your mouth.
‘We can be friends.’ You said then, looking up at him.
Steve nodded sightly, but you knew the darkness in those eyes too well. He wasn’t looking at you the way friends looked at each other. Eddie noticed the way your body shifted next to him, looking at Steve from under your lashes and biting your lip unconsciously, unaware of the effect that simple gesture would have in the two boys that were looking at you. Steve looked down to your shoes when you took a step towards him.
God, he was so pretty. You took your time to study the scars that now adorned the skin around his nose and mouth, dying to kiss them. You remembered that summer night you had sneaked into his bed for the first time two years ago, the way his weight over your body felt so right, the safety and tenderness of it all. You remembered how Steve Harrington fucked: slowly, devotedly, sweetly, sloppy.
Maybe it was the habit that made his hand lift to stroke the little space of skin between your skirt and sweater. His fingers hadn’t forgotten, you were still soft as silk, and your coconut smell that used to perfume his bedsheets brought the same memories of your body beneath his. Mind clouded by images of your open mouth and arched brows as he guided you with the movements of his hips. There was a time when you trusted him.
‘S that what you want?’ Steve whispered. His eyes met yours then, not trace of shyness in them, but the same endless devotion he so dangerously gave away as if it was nothing.
‘Maybe.’ You pondered in silence as you got closer to him, and your eyes asked for what your mouth didn’t. ‘I mean, I can be a really good friend.’
Steve’s hand found the back of your knee, fingertips following an invisible line from there towards your ass. Eddie couldn’t look away at the sight of your skirt lifting just enough to see the curve of your butt cheek when Steve’s hand found the lace of your thong. You gasped at his touch; this wasn’t boring at all. Not like the sex you were having in the cars of all those guys you had been dating the last few months.
‘Hmm, ‘m sure you can.’ His hand was playing with the lace of your panties now, he held the thin fabric strip before lightly letting it go, hitting your skin just nicely. He knew you liked that. His fingers moved to the fabric in between your legs, finding it damp. A breathy laugh left his lips in disbelief. ‘So wet already?’
Eddie couldn’t help but shut his eyes at Steve’s words. He couldn’t help but imagine what a wet mess your underwear was, the way he’d kill to put his hand under your skirt like Steve was doing right now. You moaned in response, and Eddie opened his eyes to find you looking straight into your ex-boyfriend’s, dark brown taking in the pretty scene in front of him. Eddie had a thing for girls that knew how to do eye contact, and you seemed to be fucking fantastic at it. Your eyebrows met in the middle when Steve opened your legs slightly, with so much confidence behind, like he had never forgotten the little things that made your body melt.
Steve’s eyes stayed on you when he lifted your leg towards him, your knee resting on his hip. ‘What d’you say, sweetheart?’ He whispered, lips brushing yours as he spoke, ‘Just once for old times’ sake?’
‘Fuck, Steve.’ You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. ‘Just touch me.’
He let out another breathy laugh as his fingers dived inside your underwear. Eddie rolled his eyes when the sounds of Steve’s hands getting in and out of your wet cunt echoed through the toilet’s walls. You took three of your fingers to your mouth, trying to hide your moans by sucking on them. Steve placed his forehead on yours as you looked up at him, eyes overflowing with that purity he loved so much.
‘D’you like it, baby?’ He said putting another finger inside of you, ‘Did your pretty pussy miss me?’
It was the way you nodded innocently as your fingers came in and out your mouth what made Eddie unzip his jeans. How many times had you been in his fantasies? Way too many. And now you were here, being fingered in the school’s toilets, your frail body turning into nothing. He couldn’t resist to touch himself, the noise of your choked whimpers making his cock throb.
Eddie started stroking up and down his dick when your hand found Steve’s big erection under his jeans. ‘Wanna fuck me ‘gainst the sink?’ You said then, voice soft but hot, just how you knew Steve liked it. That voice had always made him dumb, and you knew by the way his eyelids had turned heavy and his pupils shiny, that his brain was struggling to process your dirty words as your hand rubbed against his bulge. ‘Can keep the skirt on and you can fuck me from behind, hmm?’
‘Fuck.’ Eddie whispered under his breath. He was trying not to cum so quickly, but you were making it hard for him.
Steve couldn’t resist your offer, unzipping his jeans clumsily while you bent over the sink. You looked behind your shoulder, innocent eyes inviting him as you stood all exposed for him.
Eddie’s clothes were wet with sweat at the look of your ass and your wet pussy ready for Steve, but when Harrington moved his boxers down and his cock fell out hard and big, something inside him betrayed him, trying hard to repress the loud moan that almost got him caught.
‘Shit.’ He whispered then, as Steve positioned himself behind you and the noise of skin against skin filled the toilet. Eddie had to angle himself properly before all his cum fell promptly on the stall’s door, staining the floor too. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit.’
It didn’t happen just once.
You didn’t know what this meant, and you didn’t care. You and Steve found each other in the school’s toilets at least once a week. In person you were still polite, but it wasn’t like you were dating again.
But it seemed like that’s what made the whole thing so nice. This was different from any other thing you had experienced before. In the time you had spent apart, you and Steve had definitely learned some nice new stuff, but you had never forgotten what could drive each other insane. And through all your encounters, Eddie sat down inside the stalls making sure he kept quiet as he heard your precious moans echoing through the walls.
He had also learned that Steve was very vocal. Growls against your neck, some pretty nice noises when you got on your knees for him… That was Eddie’s favourite sight while he looked through the familiar crack of the same stall door: your little mouth taking Harrington’s big cock so well. At times, he closed his eyes while Steve moaned, fantasising about stroking your hair and calling you a good girl while you made out with your ex-boyfriend’s cock.
But things are always bound to change, and one particularly cold day you found yourself getting fucked in the toilets once again. Your back was against the wall, heel on Steve’s shoulder as his dick touched that spot he knew how to find so well.
‘Hmm, you’re desperate for it today, baby.’ He said before thrusting into you, ‘Like it like that?’
‘Uh-uh.’ Your nails were leaving nice half-moon marks on his back as your head hit the wall every time he thrusted himself inside you. ‘Fuck me like that.’
Eddie could notice your hard nipples under your soft top, since you had taken your sweater off earlier. Steve was right, there was something freaky about you today, something that made Eddie even harder for you as the boy in front of you fucked you faster, and faster.
‘Hmm.’ You moved your hips against Steve as he fucked deeper into you. His eyes almost absent because of how good and tight you felt. You loved when he looked at you like that. ‘Shit, daddy, fuck me harder.’
Steve would’ve cum for you right there if it wasn’t for the soft growl that startled you two. You covered yourself with your skirt and he instinctively stood up in front of you, his hand finding yours right after he zipped his jeans and interlacing your fingers together. There was no noise for a second until something caught your eye, a shadow under one of the stalls. There was someone here. You decided to walk past Steve, standing in front of one of the green metal doors.
You placed your ear next on it and heard the clear sound of a heavy breath behind. Holding your breath, you pushed the door lightly, finding no other than Eddie Munson on the other side.
He was holding his face on his hands, cheeks red in embarrassment when you laughed with relief.
‘Fuck, Eddie. You scared the shit out of me.’
He looked up confusedly at you when Steve walked the distance to the stall. ‘Munson.’ Steve’s cheeks turned rosy at what the situation looked like. ‘Were you…?’ He swallowed hard trying to find the right words.
‘I’m sorry.’ His anxious voice echoed through the walls, and you noticed the subtle shaking of his hands. ‘Shit. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
‘Hey.’ You walked inside and bent in front of him. His hands were freezing when you held them in yours. ‘I’m not mad. It’s fine. It’s hot stuff, don’t worry.’
Eddie looked up at Steve then, who stood with his hands on his hips. Steve considered the situation for a second and shrugged in resignation. ‘Whatever, man. If she doesn’t care, I don’t care.’
Eddie let out a sigh of relief then, and you gave him a sweet smile. Your shoulders relaxed when the terror dissipated from his eyes, and something inside you turned soft. The idea of him being so scared almost broke your heart.
‘I’ll tell you what,’ You said standing up, a cheeky smile on your beautiful angelical face as you spoke, ‘I’m feeling quite generous today.’
Eddie thought he was dreaming it all for a second when you walked towards Steve, wrapping your arms around his waist. You were still wearing no underwear, your skirt just short enough for Eddie to look at the soft lines of skin underneath. ‘What do you say, Steve? Should we let Eddie watch?’
Steve looked from you to Eddie, trying to process what you were asking. His dick twitched inside his jeans, still needing the sticky wet walls of your pussy wrapped around it.
‘Babe.’ He said unsure. His hands found your hips by reflex, the soft and warm skin above the hem of your skirt calming his nerves.
‘Steve.’ You said then, face turned serious before you looked behind your shoulder at Eddie, then back at him. ‘Are you really gonna tell me this doesn’t turn you on?’
Steve seemed hesitant. Not because he wished to say no, but because he wanted to say yes so badly it scared him. Something in his eyes made yours turn softer for him as you realised he seemed a bit insecure, heart beating hard against his chest.
‘Hey.’ You cupped his face with your hands and looked into his sweet brown eyes, brows arching when your thumb stroked his cheekbone. You didn’t know what this was anymore, but if you were going to do this, it was going to be with Steve and only Steve. ‘It’s just me. You know I’d never judge you.’
He nodded once and swallowed hard before letting out a deep breath.
‘Still wanna do it?’ You asked once again, to what he nodded more eagerly now, eyelids getting heavy as the heat of his body increased.
You took a step aside, getting rid of your top then, showing off your hard nipples and enjoying the idea of being observed by the two boys. You felt your pussy getting wet once again as your back rested on the cold metal wall of the stall. Feeling Eddie’s eyes on you, you grabbed Steve’s shirt and pulled him towards you.
‘Now fuck me so Eddie can cum.’
And just like that, things changed. Now you and Steve met with Eddie at least once a week in the toilets. You enjoyed it too much. Steve would say he was just happy to indulge you, but you also saw the looks exchanged between the two boys when they were about to cum, the way Steve often looked at Eddie to check that he was enjoying it. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your orgasms harder and sweeter.
You found out quickly that Eddie loved to see you sucking cock, and Steve noticed Eddie loved to look at you from the other side of the toilet while he fucked you from behind. And almost in an implicit agreement, you indulged his fantasies too.
Eddie never touched either of you, though. He was just a mere observer on those occasions, and he didn’t feel brave enough to ask for it, scared it might offend you and Steve. He wasn’t sure of how things worked between you two outside the toilet’s boundaries either.
When he smoked his usual cigarette while leaning on his car after school, he noticed that you and Harrington never left together. He still saw how Steve still looked at you during class though, the way the pretty brown eyes that often focused on his dick seconds before cumming followed your silhouette in the hallways. How his face turned red whenever you waved at him right after you caught him staring from the other side of the classroom; the tense frown on his face as some guy tried to flirt with you in the parking lot, mediocre speeches leaving their mouths before you simply replied no to their date offers.
Eddie noticed everything. And Eddie knew that Steve had never gotten over you.
You were more difficult to decipher. You seemed to be extra caring of Steve most times, always leaving needy kisses after finishing before you turned back to look at him and ask, ‘You okay, Eddie?’ with your sweet smile, but that’s just who you were. Outside the toilets, you kept being the girl you had always been, comfortable in that careless solitude that made you seem so unreachable.
Another Friday, another party; and you were considerably drunk, sitting on the kitchen’s counter with some girls from school, joking about the possibility of doing body shots while Steve looked at you from the other side of the room.
You had noticed him earlier, sitting on the couch next to Robin Bluckey, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t give it too much thought. At the end of the day, he kept coming back to fuck you in the toilets every week. His pretty eyes lingered on you, that cocky smile that used to fill your stomach with butterflies at sixteen adorning his face, causing you to bite your lower lip as you tried to ignore him.
You looked down to the drink one of the girls offered you, when the familiar silhouette of Eddie walking into the house caught your attention. He seemed kind of lost, looking for someone or something. You knew what Eddie did in this parties, he wasn’t exactly invited, more like called when he was needed. But a part of you somehow wished he would stay tonight.
His dark eyes found yours and you gave him a sweet smile, too sweet, he would argue, bringing back memories of the little meeting you’d had with Harrington the day before.
He had to try hard to keep the image of your body against the sink counter off his head, Steve kneeling in front of you and his pink tongue softly stroking your clit while you moaned nonsense, your beautiful body turning into nothing just for them–
Weren’t you the sweetest secret he’d ever kept?
You noticed he tried to return the smile, but it was just a shy gesture that lifted the edges of his mouth subtly. You followed his body with your eyes as he got lost between the dancing bodies in the living room before realising Steve wasn’t on the couch anymore.
That was it. You stayed on your side of the party, Steve on his, and Eddie doing business like it was supposed to be. Until your boredom saved your ass for once.
You stepped outside the house with a red cup on your hand, the loud music still bouncing through the walls of the house. It was too cold to be wearing the top and red skirt you had on tonight, but the alcohol made you feel warm, and you felt alone. God, you were always alone. The girls you had been hanging out with hours ago were either puking or getting laid in the rooms upstairs, gone as soon as they found someone else to talk to or a guy to flirt with.
Sometimes being popular felt too much like being pathetic.
You let out a deep sigh and downed the liquid in the cup, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. You cleaned your mouth with your wrist when you noticed the familiar BMW parked a bit further away from the house. Steve, your Steve was leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, hair falling on his forehead.
You walked down the front steps and got closer to his car with a smile on your face.
‘Hey.’ You murmured.
‘Hey.’ He said back. Your eyes followed the way his leather jacket hugged his arms so nicely before you turned your head to the night’s darkness. You were trying to hide how cold you were as the wind blew your hair.
‘Had fun tonight?’
He laughed softly at your question. ‘Not really. Just drove Robin here but she left with… uh, someone else.’
You lift an eyebrow with a flirty smile on your face. Steve couldn’t help but repress a laugh as his eyes got lost beyond your shoulder, anything to avoid the way you were making his body temperature increase.
‘King Steve’s date leaving with someone else? That’s new.’
Steve wanted to tell you it wasn’t at all new, and that he didn’t remember when was the last time he went on a date or the last time someone had called him King Steve.
‘You know that Robin is not my girlfriend, right?’
You lifted your eyes at him, studying his face before you took a step forward.
‘I know.’ You said, the candy gloss on your lips reflecting the lights of the road.
He could see the way your skin was full of goosebumps, but his eyes lingered shamelessly on the red mark he had left on your neck the day before. The sweet melody of your moans mixing with Eddie’s heavy breaths came to his mind.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the reflection of red and blue lights in the distance stopped him.
‘Shit.’ Said Steve. You’d recognise Jim Hopper’s car anywhere.
‘Eddie.’ He looked back at you at the sound of the boy’s name. ‘Shit, Steve. Eddie’s inside selling stuff.’
You were about to move when Steve put his hand on your shoulder. ‘Get in the car. I’ll get Eddie, then we’ll leave.’
You stayed in your place, confusion all over your face as Steve climbed the front steps.
‘Get in the car!’ He said before he got lost inside.
You didn’t waste time and quickly walked around the car to sit on the passenger seat. The red and blue lights were much closer now, music still loud mixing with the laughs of the people inside the house.
You observed how Hopper walked out of his car with other two police officers, your knees were shaking but the cold had nothing to do with it. Your parents were going to kill you if they found out. You sat deeper into the seat when they walked next to Steve’s car, before climbing the front stairs of the house.
You didn’t notice Eddie and Steve walking out through the garden gate until the driver’s door opened, making you jump.
‘Let’s go.’ He closed the door quickly as you heard the screams of people and Hopper’s loud voice over the music. ‘Eddie, let’s go.’
But Eddie stood outside the car as people started to run out of the house. He was paralysed at the absurdity of the situation, unable to move until you looked behind your shoulder at him. ‘Eddie, get in!’
He nervously opened the door and sat in the backseat as Steve turned the engine on. You let out a sigh of relief when he started to drive in reverse. Eddie looked down at the strange looks of the few people realising the three of you were inside Steve’s car, his own sense of shame telling him maybe you wouldn’t want to be associated with the school’s freak.
But all you did was roll your eyes and show them your pretty manicured middle finger through the windshield. You could imagine what the whispers would say about you on Monday, but it was out of your control at this point.
‘Let’s get the fuck out of here.’ Said Steve.
He had been driving in silence for a few minutes. You were warmer now that Steve had turned the heating on. Eddie stood at the back, trying to ignore how the seats of Steve’s car smelled so much like him. Like cinnamon and cedar. Like pretty boy and money.
‘I can’t go home like this.’ You said looking through the window. Eddie frowned at the note of sadness in your voice. ‘If my dad sees me like this, he’s gonna kill me, Steve.’
He noticed how Steve licked his lips and took a worried glance at you before looking back at the road. ‘My parent’s aren’t home. You can stay there tonight.’ Eddie almost jumped when Steve looked at him through the rearview mirror. ‘You okay with that, Munson?’
Eddie looked up at the worried brown eyes on the mirror, piercing and protective in a way he didn’t know Steve Harrington could be.
‘Sure.’
You stepped out of the car as soon as Steve parked in front of his house, making sure to walk in quickly in case your parents were around. But your body visibly relaxed once you were inside the Harrington’s living room, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes to let out a breath of relief. Steve couldn’t help but stare at you, body full of goosebumps as you tried to calm down.
Eddie looked around the spacious house, at the green couch that must’ve costed more money he would ever make in his life, at the elegant lamps that fell from the ceiling, at crystal walls on the other side of the living room. He looked back at Steve, who hadn’t taken his eyes off your profile and was so evidently and pathetically in love with you, and Eddie knew then thathe didn’t belong there or anywhere else.
‘I should probably go home.’ He said.
Your eyes opened wide at his words. ‘No.’
Your hand found his quickly, not even giving him a chance for his brain to register the cold touch of your fingers. ‘Eddie, come on.’
He stayed silent for a second, thinking about what words to choose, when Steve spoke.
‘Why?’
‘I…’ But couldn’t bring himself to say it, instead he just shook his head slightly.
The confusion in your eyes made his chest hurt. He looked from you to Steve, but he couldn’t hold the deepness of his stare, he would rather drown in the tenderness of yours.
‘Listen, I–, you two–,’ He couldn’t help but get distracted at the way your fingers stroked his rough hands. ‘You two work really well, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’m doing here.’
‘Hey. Eddie.’ Steve took a step towards him, his shoulder brushing with yours, tone filled with urgency as he searched for the boy’s eyes. ‘Come on.’
Eddie let out an unsure breath before brushing the curls of his head with his free hand. He didn’t know what Steve and you were asking, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. If he was ready to.
It was almost a whisper, the way Steve said it, but it was loud enough for you two to hear it. ‘We came back for you.’
You looked back at him then, vulnerability overflowing from those eyes you’ve loved since you were sixteen. And you knew. You knew that the something you and Steve were missing was right in front of you.
Your other hand found Steve’s then, making his gaze fall on you, pretty and beautiful under the soft lights of his empty house.
Your movements were slow when you placed Eddie’s hand on your stomach. He had never touched you, so he couldn’t repress the deep breath he let out as you guided his hand upwards, ringed thick fingers touching your ribs over your shirt. You were still looking into Steve’s eyes when Eddie’s hand reached your chest under your guidance, feeling your nipples getting hard under your bra. He was so warm now, burning against the fabric that covered your boobs.
‘Tell me to stop.’ You told Steve, voice weak as he observed the way your cheeks were turning rosy and your eyes needy. ‘Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.’
He shook his head, a subtle gesture interrupted by his eyes following the trace you drew over your body with the other boy’s hand. You took Eddie’s fingers to the space in between your clavicles, then your neck, then your chin.
‘Jesus Christ.’ Eddie couldn’t help but swear under his breath when you took two of his fingers inside your mouth.
Your saliva was thick and sticky as you took them into your pretty mouth, tongue soft when it came in contact with his fingertips. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath as you took his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes finally looked back at Eddie when they opened again, and he looked so entranced by you and your damn mouth taking his fingers so well that he knew he was gone.
You couldn’t help but pull him towards you, his body crashing softly and heavy against yours and Steve’s, the sweetest smile on your face as your hand found his cheek. You felt Steve’s arm wrap around your waist, chin sitting on your shoulder and erection hard against your ass while Eddie’s lips brushed yours, hesitating even when your noses rubbed against each other and one of Steve’s hands started to draw an invisible line from your knee to your thigh.
‘Just… just kiss me, Eddie.’ You whispered.
He finally got the courage to close the gap between you two. His lips were needy but tender. You were dying to bite him, to feel him. This wasn’t just sex, and you knew it by the way Eddie’s lips stroked yours slowly and his hands found your face while Steve left sweet pecks on your neck and temple.
‘Take me to the couch.’ You whispered breathily as Eddie’s lips brushed against the skin of your neck.
‘Uh-uh, sweetheart.’ His voice was velvety as he kissed along the curve of your boobs. ‘M not fucking you on some couch.’
You let out a soft laugh at his words. Your hand found the back of Steve’s neck as you looked back at him, he loved the way your eyelids turned heavy as Eddie started to kiss the skin next to your knee.
‘Want to share you.’ You whispered then. Steve’s eyebrows arched at your words, it overwhelmed him, how willing you were to give him everything so devotedly. His eyes almost rolled when Eddie’s hand found the bulge under his pants, and you smiled at him as the curly haired boy observed his reaction from below. ‘Re you gonna let me, Steve? Wanna share you with Eddie.’
Steve’s head was clouded by desire and fear, and his dick was getting harder the more the big hand of Eddie kept rubbing his bugle. His forehead fell on yours, the sigh that left his mouth stroked your lips, as he shut his eyes hard. His breaths heavy in between shaky words, surrendering to what his body wanted, ‘Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, okay.’
His heart was still beating hard against his chest when he sat on the bed. You got rid of your top as soon as you walked inside his room, pushing Steve’s chest lightly towards the bed just like you loved to do when you were younger. Eddie’s hands found your shoulders to push you into Steve’s lap while his lips started to bite your neck, his curls tickling the skin of your arms.
Steve got rid of your bra when Eddie’s tongue found its way back to your mouth, swallowing the moans you let out as the other boy started sucking on your hard nipples. Your skin filled with goosebumps, Eddie’s cautious hand sneaking into your underwear to feel your pussy so deliciously wet for him. It caught you off guard, the way he seemed to know your body even if it was the first time he touched it, making you moan as two of his fingers massaged the spot he had seen Steve hit with his fingers so many times.
Your mouth opened to let a loud moan out while he still kissed you, making his dick throb as you felt Steve’s hand lifting your skirt to have a better look at the pretty image of Eddie’s fingers getting in and out of you. When the pace of his fingers turned faster you couldn’t help but throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder, breaking the kiss.
Eddie’s hungry eyes turned to Steve then, looking at the way the pretty boy’s cheeks were rosy under his gaze, the leather jacket he was wearing long forgotten on the bedroom’s floor, the tight white shirt he wore accentuating his arms nicely. Eddie’s arm still vibrated by the rhythmic movements of his fingers inside you when Steve swallowed hard at what he knew was coming.
You fell on top of his body when Eddie leaned in to kiss him, being nicely crushed by Eddie’s weight and caught in between their bodies, feeling his dick hard against your ass. Always used to be a giver, Steve got overwhelmed by all the attention he was receiving as Eddie’s demanding tongue stroked his and the smell of your hair surrounded him. He felt your lips climbing from his neck to his jaw, the way your tongue played with his earlobe before you bit it sweetly, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you felt his hand squeezing your thigh in response. You could feel his heartbeat, hard and fast under your naked chest, and your own body’s response, the sound of your pulse on your ears. Eddie’s lips started climbing down to Steve’s neck, and you took the opportunity to climb off his lap.
It was a sweet dance of an implied agreement between you and Eddie to make Steve feel good and safe. You sat down behind him to help him get rid of his t-shirt as Eddie left a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. You kneeled on the bed so Steve’s head could rest on your thighs, pretty eyes looking at you with fear and excitement. You bent to kiss his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth while his lips let out shaky breaths that reminded you so much of the fear you both felt the first time you had sex. His shaky hands found yours as you smiled at him from above, and his eyes shut hard when Eddie finally teased the tip of his dick with his lips.
‘Fuck.’ He whispered in your mouth as the curled haired boy started to take his cock deeper into his own mouth, making sure of getting it sloppy the way you had done all those times he watched from the stalls. Steve ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down to the scene of Eddie taking his big dick into his mouth and feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. ‘F-fuck, yes.’
Eddie slightly smiled at you from the other side of the bed. You loved how moany Steve could get with blowjobs, whining in agony, turning needy as he let out the sweetest noises. He looked up at you then, brown eyes looking dark and desperate. He let out a breathy laugh at you before squeezing your thigh with one of his hands. ‘Come sit on my mouth, babe.’
‘Keep the skirt on.’ Eddie’s voice made you lift your eyes. His stare dark now, taking in the sight of you: nipples hard, mouth shiny and swollen by their kisses.
You nodded slightly, not breaking the eye contact with him as you moved to open your legs and sit comfortably. You made sure to lift the piece of fabric around your hips a little when you finally sat down on Steve’s perfect tongue. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you kept your eyes on Eddie when he took Steve back into his mouth, rolling your eyes at the sweet sensation of skin against skin. He loved the way his tongue rubbed against your sensitive clit, his big lips hungry and pussy drunk for you. How you moved your hips slowly, the way you held one of your boobs and Steve’s hard grip around your thighs as he ate you out, making his arms look veiny and strong. There was not one inch of skin in front of Eddie Munson that he wasn’t dying to taste that night.
‘So sweet, fuck.’ Steve said in between licks, ‘Such a perfect pussy.’
His hips had started moving up and down unconsciously, fucking Eddie’s pretty pink mouth repeatedly. You never thought such a sight would turn you on so much, but there was something about Eddie that was so rough and messy as he took Steve in. A thread of saliva falling from one the sides of his mouth, head moving with violent devotion. God, did you want to be fucked. The thought made your eyebrows arch in desperation as your orgasm started to slowly build up from the bottom of your tummy.
‘I’m gonna c-cu–’
‘No, you’re fucking not.’ Said Steve against your cunt, but he resumed his movements right after.
‘I-I’m going to.’
‘Fuck no, you’re not, princess.’ Said Eddie then. You lifted your eyes to find him cleaning his mouth with his sleeve. His ringed hands pulled Steve’s thighs, getting him out from under your legs.
You looked flushed and desperate as you waited for them to do something, anything so you could get what you wanted. Eddie got rid of his clothes as Steve shook his jeans off his ankles, before cupping your face and kissing you hard, your sweet taste on his tongue mixing with the remains of your candy gloss. You whined in disappointment as he kept kissing you, begging to be touched.
‘Steve, please.’
‘What?’ He laughed as if he was completely clueless. You didn’t like being teased, always expecting to get what you wanted without working for it. His hands found the cheeks of your ass when you felt Eddie’s body behind you, emanating a warmth that made you feel so small, but so safe and cozy.
His curls were tickling your back when the tip of his dick started stroking your ass hole. ‘Is this okay?’
His voice was raspy but sweet. You let out a shaky breath but your eyes rolled as your pussy got wetter at the possibility of having both boys inside you. ‘God. Yes.’ You head rested against his shoulder as Steve’s mouth left love bites on your neck. ‘Yes, it’s fucking perfect. Steve, t-tell me you’ve got lube.’
‘I do.’ He said lips brushing against your skin, enjoying how desperate you grew every second you didn’t have a dick inside you. ‘Baby wanna be fucked in the ass, huh?’
‘Steve.’
His face came out of your neck to find your needy, demanding eyes. His pupils were dark, moving to your lips as he spoke. ‘Tell Eddie.’
You frowned at his words as he kneeled in front of you, hands still on your hips, looking down at you and taking in the beautiful image of your curves. ‘Tell Eddie you want him to fuck you in the ass.’
You rolled your eyes half annoyed, half turned on at his authority. The soft stroke of Eddie’s laugh against your cheek made it much worse. Steve sweetly smacked your butt cheek at your lack of words. ‘C’mon. Say it.’
But you took your time, head turning slowly to your side. Your eyes lingered on Eddie’s mouth and then on his eyes for a few seconds before you let out a soft moan. ‘Hmm.’ Your nose stroked his and he almost started searching for your mouth when you whispered against his lips. ‘Want your cock in my ass, baby. Please.’
Eddie let out a sweet laugh, the shyness he showed downstairs had disappeared completely, instead you had found a devotion as overwhelming as Steve’s.
‘You always ask so nicely, don’t you?’ He whispered against your lips.
It took a few minutes of playing with your body to get you to relax. Steve stroked your clit with his fingers while Eddie kept teasing your tiny hole with a finger wet with warm lube. There was no distance between your bodies as your back still rested against Eddie’s and your hand stroked the hairs of Steve’s chest lazily.
‘Thought so much ‘bout this you know,’ Eddie whispered on your ear as his dick teased you once again. You could feel your body ceding as he pushed lightly inside you. You looked up at him with those angelic eyes he’d grown to love the last few months, Steve’s pretty mouth ghosting above your cheekbone as your nails left half moons marks on his arm whenever Eddie pushed deeper.
‘Fuck.’ You moaned. ‘I need you. P-please. I need to feel both of you.’
Steve was done teasing you, too turned on to say no to you. You saw the ways his eyes shut and his mouth opened in pleasure when his dick came in contact with the inner walls of your cunt, feeling Eddie’s erected cock on the other side of your body. A loud growl came out his chest at the overwhelming sensation.
You were gone. All you could feel was how you full you were, how cared for you felt as one of Eddie’s hands grabbed at your hip firmly and he fucked you slowly and deeply, taking his own time.
Steve’s movements were a bit faster, desperate with need as his eyes got lost in your beautiful body, boobs moving rhythmically with the pace of his hips as he went in and out of you.
‘Shit.’ You heard him say as your eyes lingered absently on the tiny drops of sweat adorning his crown. ‘Come here, Munson. Fuck.’
Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand over your shoulder and took two of his fingers into his mouth as his speed inside you increased. Your blurry eyes got lost in his beautiful, flushed face: eyebrows arched in pleasure but eyes dark with desire as he kept fucking you. Eddie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Steve’s warm wet tongue before he took the big hand out of his mouth, a thread of saliva hanging in between you two, and guided it towards your centre.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and arch your back at the overstimulation. There was no inch of your skin that wasn’t burning, no curve that wasn’t worshipped, no stare that wasn’t met with overflowing adoration. No part of your body that wasn’t being loved by the two boys.
‘Come on, baby.’ You could hear Eddie’s voice in the distance as his hand touched the sensitive nerves of your clit and his dick kept stretching out your ass hole. ‘You can cum now, you can let go. It’s okay.’
You could only reply with moans, high-pitched needy sounds that made them move closer to you, crushing you in between them. Your back against Eddie’s chest, boobs pressed against Steve. Something hot wet your face, you were fucking crying at how good it all felt.
Steve cupped your face with one of his hands then, lost in the way your lips opened slightly, eyes absent and body focused in just feeling. His head found a comfortable place on your neck as your grip on his arm got even tighter and you felt the walls of your cunt and ass contract before your body exploded in pleasure.
‘Fuck, baby.’ Said Steve on your neck. ‘Look at you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.’
Something hot and sticky fell from your thighs. Eddie’s lips left a wet kiss on your shoulder as your convulsions became less intense, you could feel his hard breaths while he kept hugging you from behind. ‘You did so well, princess. So well.’
You stayed there, crushed in between their bodies for a few minutes, or maybe hours. Eddie was still stroking the skin next to your belly button when you felt the weight of Steve’s body lift. The sound of water in the distance. Crickets outside or maybe the birds waking up.
‘Let’s go clean you up, babe.’ Said Eddie, leaving a sweet kiss on your temple.
You opened your eyes to find him smiling at you, eyes full of tenderness. A tickling touch made you lift your eyes to the end of the bed, where Steve’s stood up, sweet smile, tired eyes and hair messy while his fingers wrapped around your ankle.
‘Come on, pretty girl. You can take a nap later.’
You let out a silly giggle. This was absurd.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi everyone, if you're new here, i used to have a blog under this same username and i'm now i'm reposting all my old stories. these are not being proofread/edited at the moment, so apologies for any typos you might have found, will try to fix them soon. thanks for reading :) x
Okay girlie pop!! I need you to give me what you gottttt!!!
Perhaps John Logan x reader are getting handsy, she grinds him fully clothed and he lets it go on too long and has to tell her to stop or he's gonna cum (he makes no moves to stop her) She obviously doesnt bc how hot is it that you get your bf so worked up that he cums in his pants?
Feel free to ignore or say no! Just something i havent seen anyone else write! 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Here it is ;)
“Baby you gotta stop” - John Logan x Y/N Smutttttt
Plot line: Told in Your POV, you and your boyfriend John Logan are out and about with the crew. All of you have been basking in an all day drinking fest. At your last stop you are on the dance floor with Allie and Hannah but you run back to the table to your man. Things get a little steamy ;)
Y/N POV:
Having fun to me is exactly what this is. Hanging out with my boyfriend and friends is 100% my favorite pastime. We are ending the night at the bar closest to the hockey house. A day that originally started with mimosas has turned into a full day drink-fest. We don’t do it often so it’s nice to see. The boys are on a strict diet during Hockey season and are now free for the next couple of weeks to do whatever before conditioning starts. We have crawled every bar within walking distance to Briar at this point but this place is such a vibe and the perfect ending to the night. Well almost perfect.
The DJ is playing a few songs requested by Allie, one of which happens to be my favorite and as I rotate on the dance floor I look up to see my boyfriend, John Logan, sitting at the table beer in hand looking at me. My eyes meet his beautiful brown ones and his crooked smile as he looks to me while I am full on Shakira-ing on the dance floor happens to be my favorite. I motion for him to come and dance with me and he signals me to go ahead and enjoy myself. But I want him, OH do I want him. I go over to tell Allie and Hannah that I am going over to sit with Logan and make my way to him. The DJ changes the song to something a bit hype, LOVER GIRL by Megan Thee Stallion. I saunter my way to him swaying my hips and he grabs my hand as I mouth the words to him looking at me lovingly.
“Babeeee, come dance with me please!” I beg to him and he stands to accommodate. I pull him a few steps from the booth and begin to slow dance with him. He spins me around to face away from him. He pulls my hips to his with his large hands and nudges his face in my neck placing a kiss right at the base of it. We continue to dance through the song, and I rap the lyrics to him. “This is your song I guess, you know allll the lyrics” he says making me giggle. The song ends and he guides me back to the booth to sit. He seats me on his left leg facing the dancefloor and wraps his arms around my waist. The DJ switches the song to a sensual slow jam, Nice and Slow by Usher, and I start to wind on his lap, the alcohol clearly putting me in the mood. His hands grip my waist, firm, and he pulls me back into his lap. John sings the lyrics in my ear making me swoon as I wind on him, his hands not budging. “Baby, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to handle it” he says lowly in my ear. A surge of excitement hits me. He doesn’t stop it, my hips moving sensually on top of him. I feel his mass begin to poke into me through our clothes but I don’t stop. The heat between us is hot as I hear John gruffly behind me. “Fuck, Y/N. Baby you gotta stop.” My hips are active on top of him. I lean back to whisper to him, “And what if I don’t?” I respond teasingly. He kisses my shoulder which is exposed due to the outfit I am wearing. I love getting him worked up like this.
John Logans POV:
Good God I love when we’re like this. It feels like there's no one else here and all I see is her. She has all of the control here, clearly, because I can’t make her stop. She has worked me up to the brim and if she doesn’t stop here, I swear, I will come right here in my pants. I can feel her heat on the front of my pants, and its so hard to handle. The jump in my heartbeat changes with every move. Y/N is absolutely mesmerizing. She looks back at me her back arched and her teeth biting her lip as she smiles at me devilishly. What is she doing to me, we are 100% in public and this is not the way I want her but fuck, she is absolutely perfect. I guess we’re doing this forreal, I give her one more warning to heed.
“Baby, you have to stop, I can’t” I am begging at this point but my pleas are mute to her ears. All it takes is one more hip rotation and I buck my hips up and grab her harder to pull her into me. My right hand pulls her left arm to flush her upper body to mine and I nuzzle my face into her neck, my groans vibrating against her neck as I release into my underwear. I have never come so hard in my life, my vision disappears and I hold on to her for dear life as I come down. Oh now she stops.
“We need to leave. Now.” I say to her huskily as I help her stand and grab her hand to head to the door. Its my turn now.
The end.
I hope you liked this ANON! Send me more requests, I’d love to write for y’all! <3
Also, for those of you looking for it, I will finish “Quite the charmer pt.2” by EOD tomorrow so stay tuned!
Harry Potter is trending at #1 on tumblr so I thought I’d take the opportunity to say fuck JKR, fuck transphobes, fuck her stupid books, her theme park, her endless landfill fodder merch slop, and her fucking castle on a hill. Read another book yall!! Read another book!!!!!!!
warnings: pure smut. threesome / sharing reader. unprotected. piv. oral. dirty talk. slight degrading. teasing. begging. etc.
read as a standalone, or read part one first. up to u!
you didn’t know how you could ever look logan in the eye. you couldn’t just ignore it, like you didn’t just have the best orgasm of your life at just the suggestion of both of them. garrett deep inside you, encouragingly whispering in your ear that logan was just a room over listening.
garrett didn’t mention it again for a few days. it was quiet, almost too quiet.
then it started with a text.
garrett: logan could use some help studying
this almost made you choke.
you: right because we do a lot of studying
garrett: mhm we do
garrett: what would you think about helping us both
garrett: at the same time
you: interesting
garrett: it is
garrett: but that’s too vague of an answer for me
you couldn’t believe he was going to make you admit this, but you knew he wouldn’t even consider it without being certain.
you: yes
garrett: yes what?
you: yes i want to
you: help you both
you: at the same time
garrett: good girl
garrett: i’ll think about it
now, it was officially impossible to stop thinking about it. the fact you didn’t know when made it so much harder. you already noticed the way logan looked at you and now, every little interaction was setting your body on fire. watching him chew on the back of his pen in class, crack his knuckles, lick his lips, everything made you ache.
and garrett… something about how open he was to this made you more desperate for him than ever.
the weekend finally came, so did your usual hang out at their house…
“garrett! this is a brand new top!” you complain at his drink that made its way spilled down your shirt.
“oh, please. it’ll come out. why don’t you head upstairs and dry yourself off? let me just help everyone else out and i’ll meet you in a minute.” garrett says with a wink.
the wink is the only thing that stops you from huffing. after all, you need him after this week so you’re more than happy to skip upstairs. except in his room, you find logan sitting on the bed.
“oh. h-hey. sorry– my shirt got a little wet.” you say caught off guard at finding him in here.
“i can see that.” logan says with a laugh, eyes darting away from your chest quickly even though you know he saw and have heard enough.
he pulls off the hockey tee he’s currently wearing, handing it to you without a word leaving him only in grey sweatpants. it takes so much strength not to eye him up and down for long.
“oh, thanks.” you say shyly, before turning around to take off the wet shirt. you hear him move, possibly to get out of your way and you can’t stop yourself. “actually, do you think you can help me get this off? the hooks are kinda tricky.”
“course.” he responds. he moves behind you before pulling all of your hair to one side, to expose the back hooks of your top. his warm fingers quickly brush your neck before finding the top button. at first you wonder if you’re overthinking every touch, until he starts to speak.
“y’know, you sounded really pretty the other night…” he mutters breathily in your ear. his bluntness catches you off guard.
he always seemed shy around you, but i guess that was technically before garrett gave permission. the first hook of the top opens with even just another inch of your back feeling exposed to him floods your stomach with butterflies.
“oh, right. sorry about that. i forget how thin the walls are.” you come up with nervously, holding your breath at how close he is. another hook comes undone.
“hm, really?” he asks playfully. “kinda sounded like you wanted to me to hear. i mean you’re always loud… trust me. fuck… especially when you beg– but something was different. wasn’t it?”
before you have to come up with a response, you’re interrupted by garrett who you almost didn’t hear sneak in. the sound of him locking the door behind you makes it click that this was a plan all along. if your face wasn’t already bright blushing red, it is now.
“there’s our favorite girl… god, you poor thing, got you so soaked. huh?” garrett mocks, chuckling at how your eyes look like a deer in headlights. he plays dumb at the play on words. “i mean the top, doll.”
as logan holds the last hook along your back closed, just two fingers holding it from showing your whole bare skin. he nods his head to the shirt in your hand now being gripped tight, “you still want to cover up?”
“or… we can show logan here what you’ve been thinking about… what all that noise is about.” garrett says, face to face with you now. he runs his hands through your hair looking into your eyes, his darkening with dominance.
“please.” you manage to get out.
“please what? gonna have to get specific if you really want it that bad.” logan teases, nipping down at your neck making you squeal.
“please, fuck me. both of you.” you admit. logan snaps the last hook of your top letting it drop to the floor with a cocky grin.
“atta girl. see, logan… look. when you want to keep her quiet, you just gotta keep her mouth full.” garrett says, gently pushing down on the top of your head to get you on your knees. you obey quickly turning around to face logan who’s already unbuckling his jeans.
“fuck. good idea. should’ve thought of that…” logan groans as you eagerly take his cock into your mouth. garrett’s hands grip your hair making you let out a choked moan around him.
you make eye contact with logan as you take him, heart fluttering as he lets out satisfied breath of relief. after all, you’ve been driving him crazy for weeks. “g-god. fuck yes” logan sighs in pleasure.
“she gets excited… not too much, sweetheart. didn’t show him the best part yet.” garrett taunts. you’re pulled away from his cock, making your own drool hang down your chin. you feel filthier than ever, and you love everything about it.
four strong hands on you all at once drives you crazy, to where you can’t even tell which is which as they pull you to the bed. one tugs your skirt down to the floor, another yanks down your panties.
you get on all fours on the bed, as both of their mouths explore your skin. garrett bites along your neck, certain to leave possessive hickeys. logan is much more gentle with his tongue tracing along your thigh until he reaches your pussy. his tongue pokes at your clit softly making you sigh in pleasure, until he quickly takes it away. “please,” you beg.
“nah. you teased me for weeks behind that damn wall. think i’m gonna give you everything you want that easy? garrett spoils you too much.” logan says, giving your folds one last teasing lick before backing off even though he probably punished himself more doing so. garrett’s laugh feels evil creating goosebumps along your skin.
laying your head down on the bed with your ass up in the air, you turn your head to catch eye contact with logan behind you. he’s right, garrett spoils you. if you want it, you’re going to have to show him how you always get your way. after all, he apparently already knows what your begging sounds like.
“please, logan… i’m sorry… sometimes it just feels so good. then i get loud on purpose because i want you to fuck me too. please… i won’t wake you up anymore, i promise. i’ll be so good.” you plead, letting your eyes flutter with desperation. you know you’re as exposed as you’ll ever get right now, spread out for two guys and begging like a whore. but you need it, and you’re not ashamed anymore.
“fuck— what do you think garrett? sincere?” logan asks, refusing to look away from your eyes. he doesn’t want to think about how hard it’s going to be to probably have to forget them after this, refusing to waste a second. garrett reaches his hand to feel how wet you are, before responding “very.”
logan wastes no time at that answer pushing in to your entrance, groaning and throwing his head back immediately at the feeling. “fuck. if i didn’t hear it every night, i wouldn’t believe you were fucking her. so tight.”
garrett cups your face with one hand roughly making you look up at him, now with his other hand on his cock just inches away from your face. “she’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”
you cry out at the feeling of logan’s cock filling you up, dripping wet now as he slams in and out of you. garrett holds eye contact with you as he watches you take it, letting you enjoy it for a moment before he puts you to work.
you can’t help but smile as you look up at him, mumbling a “thank you” as he lets his best friend rail you. he smirks back as he rubs his thumb kindly along your cheek.
garrett’s cock fills your mouth, as you let out muffled moans around it. he grips your hair hard to keep hold while logan’s thrusts rock the bed too. the sound of both of their grunts is enough to send you over the edge.
your ears ring and your vision blurs, as you’re sent into pure bliss. you could hear a faint “fuck, yeah she’s cumming.” from one of them but are too fucked out to focus on which one. logan’s lips encouragingly kiss along your back.
your orgasm sends both of theirs quickly behind. logan pulls out of you, shooting his warmth along your back. your mouth floods with the familiar taste of garrett’s cum, swallowing every drop in obedience. your body falls apart on the bed, feeling sensitive in every part of you.
details: pure smut. dirty talk. reader is hooking up with garrett, but knows logan has a crush on her & has been hearing them hookup and doesn’t mind it… part two here
garrett warned you early on how thin the walls are, and hooking up here just means you have to be comfortable with whoever might be hearing you. it is harder than you’d think to keep the volume down when he just knows all the right spots, but it never phased you.
that was until recently… the boys have been teasing you about logan’s crush on you. you thought they were making it up for a while, because he never acts on it. he knows you’re sleeping with garrett and he’d never interfere.
but when you leave garrett’s bedroom with swollen wet lips, blushed face, and smudged makeup- you catch the look on logan’s face in the living room and can’t seem to shake it.
garrett finds it amusing. you’ve tried to talk about it, but you know garrett knows more than he spills and brushes it off. he says it’s bro code. god forbid.
now when garrett’s fingers are toying at your clit, you can’t help but remember logan is right behind that wall. you try to forget about it, but it turns you on even more. i mean, two of the hottest guys in school listening to you orgasm at once… is it so bad to enjoy that?
“you’re thinking about him again…” garrett teases. your stomach flips, feeling exposed which is ironic considering you’re naked underneath him.
“i am not,” you defend, immediately blushing red.
“you get goosebumps every time you hear the slightest shuffle from his room.” he laughs.
“you’re the one who keeps bringing him up! your best friend pop in your head everytime your dick is hard?” you retaliate.
he chuckles at your remark, trailing his hands up and down your bare thighs. some men would take offense to this, snap back with some i’m not gay! insecurity. not garrett graham. he is sure of himself and can take a joke.
he has no insecurities when it comes to his sex life. he knows girls look at all of his friends, this doesn’t intimidate him. you’ve never asked if any of them have ever slept with the same girl before, but it wouldn’t be surprising.
“just remind me one more time you’re comfortable here…” garrett says, teasing his cock at your entrance. you know he loves a consent check, but it feels motivated.
“yes. always. now, please– fuck me.” you say, receiving a cocky snicker from him as he slams into you. he wastes no time knowing how wet you already are and how easily you take him in.
he groans at the feeling and sight of you. his cock fills you with an aching warmth, which you thought couldn’t get better until he started talking.
“for one, i don’t mind the whole house hearing what i do to you. i don’t mind if the whole fucking school knows,” he whispers in your ear.
you try to cover your mouth at the loud whimper you let out at this thought, but he quickly moves your hand away and pins it down into the mattress.
“you know he’s listening… and i know your body. it makes you so fucking wet. it’s okay with me, baby. let him hear you.” he reassures and at that, you officially lost it.
he picks up the pace thrusting into you roughly as you moan loudly, unashamed. the sweet sounds you make puts the cruelest smile in his face. his grip at your hips tightens, pulling you closer to make sure he hits as deep as possible.
“that’s it… let it all out.” he whispers as you whine, letting your body relax into pure bliss. you’ve never let yourself feel like this before, and you feel safe in his hands. even safe enough to think about such a crazy thought of both of them. “you sound so fucking hot.”
each thrust taps the headboard against the wall, making you shiver thinking about the other side of it. as your orgasm comes faster than it ever has, he quickly seals your fate.
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, oral (f & m receiving, cockwarming, overuse of pet names and compliments (Logan has a praise kink, I said what I said)
Plot: (very minimal plot ;) ) You have a bad day at work and Logan's the perfect way to make you feel better.
You arrived at the hockey house in a foul mood.
Work had been exhausting. All of your customers had been borderline braindead and rude to boot.
So, instead of calling Logan to come over to your place like you'd planned, you went straight to the source.
Graham opened the door when you arrived, "Hi hon, come on in."
You didn't have it in you to small talk. That's not why you came over. Instead, your eyes found Logan's across the room where he was sat on the couch playing video games.
"Upstairs," you commanded, not even caring that his friends were right there.
Logan's eyes widened visibly. He dropped the controller like it was red hot and hopped over the back of the couch, not even bothering to pause the game. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to his room, accompanied by incredulous guffaws and a low "Daaaamn, baby doll," from Dean.
Once upstairs, you just about forgot anyone but Logan existed.
You smiled contently at the dopey, loved-up look in his eyes before letting your hungry eyes travel slowly down his body. Lord, that man was gorgeous...
"Bed," you ordered.
"Now."
He didn't need to be told twice.
"Yes, ma'am."
His darkening eyes held yours as he backed to his bed and sat on the edge.
You crawled into his lap, your sides already burning at the strong hands gripping your waist. Your hands ghosted over his shoulders, pushing him down into the mattress.
You leaned into him, tongue toying with his ear. "I've had a very long, hard day, so now I'm going to take you apart to make myself feel better."
Logan was rock hard beneath you already, trying not to grind into you. You pushed your hips down harder, biting back a moan at the sharp outline of him digging into you.
The hand planted on his chest immediately registered his heartbeat skipping. This was going to be fun.
You licked his neck, fluttering featherlight kisses over him. "You're going to be good for me, aren't you Logan? Going to listen to me and make me feel good?"
He nodded so fast it would've been comical, if not for the raspy, low words leaving his lips. "I'll be so good for you, baby. Please... Use me..."
The sound sent shivers straight down to your core. You bit your lip, smiling sinfully. "You know exactly what to say, don't you? Such a good boy," you purred, reveling in the way Logan groaned beneath you.
This man... Strong, sturdy, your rock... Trembling beneath you at the slightest words of praise. You would never not be amazed by it.
The kiss you gave him was deep and passionate, all languid tongue and exploratory licks. Logan hummed against your mouth as you rolled your hips. "I love you, baby," he whispered when you released his lips.
"I love you too." The reply was muffled in his neck as you started your torturous exploration of his skin. You took your sweet time, kissing him from the top op his head down to his shoulders.
Your hands slipped under his shirt, effortlessly sliding it off of him, and you just sat back for a while, watching him. "You're so beautiful," you marveled. "So damn beautiful..."
You didn't miss the reverent glint in Logan's eyes before you went back to devouring him.
You kissed, licked, bit... And left so many hickeys on his torso he looked like modern art, all while swatting his hands every time he tried to touch you and grinding yourself down on him.
"Baby..." Logan whined.
You smiled at his desparate little pout, which only made him pout harder. He rolled his hip against you, frantically trying to feel you closer.
Immediately you moved your hips up, settling on his stomach rather than his lap. Your hand came down around his throat.
The way Logan's head rolled back into the pillow, baring his neck to you, pushing into your hand... He was driving you feral.
You tutted your lips. "I thought you said you were going to be a good boy?"
He nodded against your hand. "Sorry, baby," he repented. "You just feel so good, want you closer."
"Hmm, I know, baby, but today's not about you, is it?"
He shook his head.
"Don't you wanna make me feel good, Loge?"
"Yes!" He nodded ferociously. "Yes, baby, that's all I want, I promise. I'll be better."
Your lips brushed against his before you winked at him.
"You're already perfect, though."
"Help me with this." You tugged at the hem of your shirt.
Goosebumps welled up under his touch, his hands taking great liberties while pushing up your shirt. He undressed you slowly, his big eyes glued to you.
"You wanna help me relax, beautiful?"
"Please."
Logan hungrily kissed the insides of your thighs as you hovered over him. His impatience took over quickly, pulling you down on him and burying his tongue inside you.
You gasped.
"Christ, Logan!"
Logan's skill at eating you out was truly unparalleled. His strong hands had you pinned against his face as he rolled his tongue, making you cry out. You couldn't care less that you could probably be heard downstairs, not when Logan was making you feel this good.
Your hands shot down into his hair. Your fingers laced into the soft locks and tugged, pulling a rough groan from Logan's puffy lips.
"Fuck, baby, you're so gorgeous..."
You didn't just say it because of the way Logan's breath hitched against you, but because looking at him it felt impossible not to. He was so unbelievably beautiful you felt compelled to remind him, over and over and over again. Luckily for you, Logan couldn't be more turned on by it. He loved your praise, would do anything to hear those pretty words fall from your lips.
You rolled your hips against him at the same time Logan decided to move his tongue over to your clit, rolling it against you exactly like he knew you liked. You gasped loudly, bracing yourself against the wall with one hand, the other still firmly in his hair. "Keep doing that, gorgeous."
You moved your hips more frantically, riding his face like it was a rodeo.
Logan's tongue kept lapping at your clit, making you see stars.
When he noticed the familiar tightening of your stomach his hand moved away from your hips. With a quick squeeze of your ass, he slipped his hand underneath you, two of his fingers sinking into you as you rocked your hips down.
"Logan!" You screamed out his name as his fingers curled inside of you. "Jesus Christ, baby," you whined desparately.
You were riding him rough and fast, the hand in his hair holding his face firmly against you.
The orgasm building inside you set your insides on fire.
Logan's fingers curled perfectly, hitting just that spot inside of you every time you dropped down on him.
You pulled on his hair. "Look at me."
His eyes fluttered open to capture yours. The pleading, lust-blown look in his eyes made your stomach flutter. "You're the most perfect man that's ever existed, you know that, right?"
Logan whined into you. His lips moved to suck on your clit, making you throw your head back in pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, baby, please don't stop!"
Your eyes found his again, holding his gaze as your whole body contracted. You came screaming his name.
His enamoured eyes didn't leave yours as he greedily lapped up your release. He worked you through it so well you had to push him away because you were getting too sensitive.
You kissed yourself off of his lips hungrily.
"Tastes good, don't it, baby?" Logan grinned against your lips.
"Not as good as you, lovely." You moved down his body to run your tongue over his head.
You revelled in the hiss that escaped Logan's lips.
"Your dick's unreal, baby," you mewled between kitten licks and kisses. "So fucking perfect."
"Baby..." Logan whimpered. Every bit of praise pumped up his ego in a way he hardly knew how to handle. It made him feel lightheaded and like his heart might just beat right out of his chest.
"Best dick I've ever had in my life," you teased him.
"Best man I've ever had in my life, too."
The sound that came out of Logan was as much a groan as it was a whine.
"Gonna kill me." His head rolled back.
"Hey," you caught his attention. "Eyes."
Immediately, his eyes were on yours again.
"I mean it."
The soft sincerity in your voice thightened his throat.
He nodded.
"I love you," he mouthed.
"I love you, John Logan," you whispered before sinking your mouth fully down on him.
"Christ!"
Logan's hand grabbed at your hair, head hitting the pillows again. His hips arched off the mattress, pushing himself deeper into you.
You teased him mercilessly, knowing exactly how to take him to bring him close, only to release him again.
Despite Logan bucking his hips to meet your every movement, you always eased him back when he was nearing his orgasm.
You could tell by the way his hand trembled in your hair that he was fighting the urge to hold your head and fuck your mouth, but you knew your good boy would never...
Instead he was begging for you.
You had him utterly and completely unravelled. He was never more beautiful.
He was whining and whimpering, begging for you to please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top, let him cum.
You admired his writhing body underneath you, the hard plane of his stomach pulled impossibly taut as he tried to hold on to his restraint with everything he had.
"Such a good boy," you purred against him. "Been so good, baby. So damn good for me."
Reducing this grown man to mewls was the most powerful you'd ever felt in your life.
"I think you've earned it, don't you?"
He peered up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Please, please, baby doll, I can't..."
His breath caught on a moan at the finger you trailed over his length.
"'m trying, baby, but I can't take any more..."
"It's alright, lovely," you soothed.
His wide eyes were so open, so completely devoid of self-consciousness, Logan bared himself before you fully.
"Have I been good?"
"So good," you nodded.
"You're such a good boy, baby, did so well. You can come for me now."
You worked your mouth back over him, sucking him down hard and dirty, your hand squeezing his balls.
Logan went off like fireworks, shooting his load down the back of your throat, the most gorgeous groan on his lips.
You swallowed around him, working him through his orgasm until he couldn't take it anymore. He tugged on your hair, pulling you off of his overstimulated dick and flush against his chest.
He kissed you sloppily, still floating in his post orgasmic state. "Baby..." His chest heaved underneath you and you could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute. "That might be the best I've ever felt in my life."
He pressed another affectionate kiss to your lips.
"Yeah? Like it when I compliment you, huh?"
"More than I like skating."
"John Logan!" You gasped mockingly, "Don't let Jensen hear you say that."
"New rule: don't ever mention Jensen again when you don't have any clothes on."
"I wonder if he's ever noticed how much you enjoy following orders."
"Don't."
There was your little grumpuss.
You couldn't help but chuckle. "I solemnly swear never to invoke Jensen's name while naked ever again."
"Thank you." He pulled you closer. "You had a rough day, huh? You wanna talk about it?"
You shook your head, the foul mood you'd arrived in long gone. "Thanks, though. I'm feeling a lot better now," you winked.
Logan kissed the tip of your nose. "Yeah, I'll say."
"Do you maybe wanna go hang out downstairs in a bit? Have a drink?" You asked after a while.
"Sure," Logan nodded.
But when you tried to sit up he spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest.
"Logan!"
You shrieked.
His voice was low and hot in your ear. "If you think after all that I'm letting you go without a second orgasm, you're out of your mind."
His hand was already trailing between your legs again.
"Jesus, John," you sighed happily as his face settled in the crook of your neck, kissing it intently.
He was all over you, arms wrapped around you, touching and teasing every part of you he could reach. His rapidly hardening erection was pressing into your back.
You reached your hand back to try and touch him but he held you against him too tightly for you to reach. You clawed at his hip. "Baby, please get inside me already."
"So needy," he chuckled against your skin.
You ground your ass against him, eliciting a sharp, surprised gasp from him. "You were saying?"
Logan squeezed your ass roughly "Such a brat," he laughed before lifting your hips and sinking you fully down on him.
"Logan!" You hissed out, the air knocked out of you.
He held you down on him, refusing to move while you both got used to the overwhelming sensation.
Normally, you would have told him to move a while ago, but you were so wrapped up in the way he felt squeezed all the way inside of you, fingers toying with your clit.
You were impossibly full.
It was overwhelming in all the best ways.
You grabbed the hand he had splayed on your hips, holding you in place, and slowly slid it over to where he was making your tummy bulge.
"You feel that?" You whimpered.
Logan didn't say anything, only capable of emitting a low, feral noise as he pressed his hand down, feeling himself all the way through you.
"You're so fucking massive, Johnny, it's insane..." You whined.
"Keep talking." His voice was strained, as was the rest of him, trying with all his might not to move.
"I've never been so full in my life...
You can never leave my pussy again, I'd be so empty I couldn't take it."
You yelped as his teeth dug into your shoulder, trying to hold himself together.
He nodded his head, silently pleading for you to keep going.
"No one's ever filled me up so good before and no one else is ever going to again, only you."
The sharp sting in your shoulder intensified.
"Fuck, yeah, that's right." He nodded.
"You're the only one that's ever going to make me cum again, the only one that's ever known my body the way you do."
He was lading your neck with kisses, soothing the blooming marks his teeth had left, whispering I love you's into your skin with each kiss.
You babbled on as Logan's hand brought you closer and closer to your limit. "Logan, baby, I'm so close," you whimpered.
"I know, baby, me too." He nodded despite still not having moved.
"I want..." You cut yourself off with a moan.
"Tell me, sweetheart."
"Fingers, please."
The strangled noise in the back of his throat didn't fully make it past his lips as he watched you suck two of his fingers into his mouth.
"This how you're gonna come, doll? Entirely full of me?"
You nodded around his fingers, choking yourself on them.
"So unbelievably hot, darling. Come for me, baby."
This time you came at his command, a broken moan around his fingers, your pussy pulsing and squirming around his dick.
"That's it, baby," Logan managed to rasp out before his own orgasm ripped through him, knocking into him like a tidal wave as you were squeezing him unfathomably tight.
"That... Fucking hell, Logan..." You panted. You turned his head so you could kiss the little life he had left out of him.
When he pulled away, his chest was heaving, sweaty forehead resting against yours.
"You are the greatest person in the whole entire world," he smiled. "I love you so much."
"Love you more." You returned his smile.
"You still wanna go grab that drink?" Logan asked after you'd both regained some of your life force.
You nodded. "Although I don't think I can ever look your friends in the eye after this. There's no chance they didn't hear that, right?"
"I've overheard all of them a million times, so they can just deal with it.
Besides, if they heard this, I can guarantee you the only thing they're thinking is DIWIHAGLL."
You rolled your eyes at the ridiculously long - not to mention fake - acronym.
"Alright," you sighed. "Hit me with it."
The smile on Logan's face was way too smug for how sappy it was as he explained himself gleefully: "Damn, I wish I had a girl like Logan's."
Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving), overuse of 'sweetheart'
Plot: While watching Predator, you find out Eddie's never had a blowjob before. You proceed to make Predator his new favourite movie.
Movie tonight?
The corners of your mouth tugged up as you read Eddie's message.
See you soon x
"What's up?" You swung the trailerdoor open and plopped yourself onto the couch.
"One of my customers exchanged me a bootleg of that new Predator movie and I know you love that crap, so..."
"Oooh I really do love that crap, let's go!" You snatched the movie from the coffee table and popped it into the VHS-player. Eddie's joint was lit and held out to you by the time your ass hit the sofa again.
By now, your movie nights had become a well-oiled routine. You'd moved to Indiana less than a year ago, but Eddie and you had become quick friends. Well, you'd started out as someone he'd see around the trailer park every once in a while, then you'd become one of Eddie's customers. You'd stay and hang out occasionally and the two of you just clicked. You'd noticed that Eddie stopped by the diner you worked at a lot more than he used to after he'd found out you worked there.
So, one day you'd texted him to see if he just wanted to hang out without any money changing hands. Since then, there had been a lot of smoke sessions, movie nights and lazy Sunday afternoons of Eddie playing his guitar while you read. You didn't really mean for it to happen, but a certain tension had formed between the two of you. You didn't think too much of it, but your interactions would often get quite flirtatious. Eddie had also made it pretty clear he found you attractive, and you'd most definitely be lying if you said the feeling wasn't mutual...
"Jesus!"
Eddie half-screamed at the tv when King Willie's head came off, turning your attention back to the movie. "I still think the movie's kinda crap, but that was not not cool."
"Thank you! I just love me a vicious extraterrestrial killing machine, y'know?"
Eddie chuckled as he took the joint back from between your fingers. "My, my... You know you seem weirdly... Attracked to this alien killer."
You pushed his shoulder. "You're right, you got me! Predator just really gets me going."
Eddie nodded in agreement. "I mean, who could possibly resist the charms of the predator? What girl doesn't dream of looking at that handsome devil while they cum?"
You shuddered in faux-disgust but laughed nonetheless. "You say that, but I most definitely have been eaten out while watching predator and I can honestly say there's much worse things to look at."
Eddie's jaw tensed ever so slightly and you could see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed harshly. You'd done it again. You and Eddie talked about sexual stuff plenty, but every once in a while there was a moment where the air between you shifted like it did just now. Suddenly, the way he looked at you seemed more meaningful. It made you self-conscious and exhilarated all at once.
"You're telling me some guy's eaten you out while you watched predator?" Eddie's tongue subconsciously trailed his bottom lip.
You nodded.
"My ex-boyfriend, Timmy. He turned out to be kind of an ass, but at least he was good at that."
Had he actually scooted closer to you or did it just feel like that?
"Really now? I mean, I suppose he must be if he could get you off watching goddamn predator," Eddie grinned.
You couldn't help but think back to that fateful afternoon with Timmy. "That was actually the first time a guy got me off eating me out... God, you guys are lucky like that, oral's so fucking easy for you," you sighed. "I bet no girl's ever struggled to suck you off."
The red that krept up in Eddie's neck was unusual.
You held his gaze a little too long, intrigued by his sudden shyness.
"I actually wouldn't know," he scratched the back off his neck, his hair only half covering his pink cheeks.
"You mean...?" You shook your head meaningfully.
Eddie shook his head back at you.
"No one's ever sucked your dick?" You questioned in disbelief. "Never?"
Eddie shook his head again.
"Shit, sorry, that was rude of me, I didn't mean anything by it or anything, it's just, that's very hard to believe."
"Really?" Eddie chuckled awkwardly.
"I mean," you gestured at his face, then at his torso. "I would've thought girls were knocking down your door."
"Really?" Eddie asked more sincerely this time.
You nodded. "Oh, yeah. Really."
Eddie's gaze made your stomach tingle. "Thanks, but, so far no luck." He shrugged.
"I mean..."
Eddie's eyes shot up to meet yours. The bewildered look in his eyes couldn't hide the desire underneath though. Your hand touched his knee softly. "Everyone should know the joys of getting off to predator, right?" You winked.
"Y/n..." Eddie shook his head.
"I'm serious, though, Eds, would you like me to suck your dick?"
"I don't... You don't... You don't have to feel sorry for me, doll." The look in his eyes cut you like a knife.
"Trust me, Eddie, the last thing I feel for you is sorry."
You smoothed your hand up his thigh. "Do you want me to stop?"
Eddie shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Do you really want to do this?"
You nodded, maybe a little too quickly.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned as he nodded. "Yes, hell yes. Please."
You moved in closer to him, relishing the way Eddie's breath seemed to hitch at your every move. You'd always loved the anticipation of sex, the whole can-I-touch-you-here-and-there-and-what-about-here of it...
You slowly rubbed the outside of his thigh as you placed a chaste little kiss at the base of Eddie's neck. He preened his neck further into your reach immediately. You trailed kisses down his neck, listening intently to all the pretty noises it elicited from Eddie. You nudged Eddie further into the couch and swung your leg over his lap.
"God," Eddie breathed out as his hand gripped your hips.
You started to slowly roll your hips against Eddie as you sucked a hickey into the base of his neck.
"Can I touch you?"
"Please."
Your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, trailing your fingertips over his lower stomach. He squirmed underneath you. Your fingers stroked over his hips before making their way to his belt. Eddie let out a shuddering breath as you undid it.
You slipped your hand into his undone jeans, trailing your fingers along his length. The way Eddie's eyebrows knitted together had you licking your lips for what was to come. You were going to wreck him, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.
You pulled your hand back, putting your indexfinger to his lips. "Lube me up?" You asked, far too sweetly.
"Good lord," Eddie murmured as he sucked your finger into his mouth.
"Good boy," you praised him.
Eddie's hand reached out to cup your face. You held his gaze as you sunk to your knees in front of him. You pushed his knees further apart and crawled between them. You worked your hands back up his legs, not quite tired of teasing him yet. You finally freed him from the confines of his pants and holy crap... You thought you might be drooling.
"You alright there, sweetheart?" Eddie's tentative smile was adorable.
You nodded quickly. "Yeah, you're just..." You actually licked your lips. "Wow."
You wanted to kiss the blush on Eddie's cheeks.
Maybe later.
"Yeah?"
"You just keep getting sweeter... Can't wait to taste you." You ran your thumb over his head and watched him shudder. You slowly stroked him a couple of times before your tongue followed the path of your thumb, kitten licking him so delicately it made shivers run through him. Your tongue on him felt like heaven, like nothing he'd ever felt before, the way you affected him was almost embarrassing...
He was panting and writhing beneath you and you'd barely touched him. His fingers were woven tightly in your hair, steadying himself against you. "Sweetheart," he whimpered, aching for your touch. You finally saw fit to cease your teasing, holding his gaze as you sank down on him, taking him fully.
"Fuck!" Eddie swore, his grip on your hair tightening. His eyes were locked on yours, drinking in your every movement. Every movement of your tongue elicited this soft little noise from Eddie that you couldn't help but chase. You noticed the way his stomach tightened whenever your tongue stroked the underside of his head, so you focused your talents there, desperate to break his resolve. Eddie's bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, his breathing shallow. And that look in his eyes... Goddamn, if it wasn't the most gorgeous thing you'd ever seen.
You popped off of him just long enough to let out a strangled "Let me hear you, Eds, please."
Your hand taking over where your mouth had left of, before sinking right back down on him. Best decision you'd ever made.
"Honey, you're killing me," Eddie whined. "Feels so good, sweetheart, fucking unbelievable."
You moaned around him, earning yourself a hissed shit, sweetheart from Eddie. Still, he hadn't bucked his hips and you were adamant on cracking him.
You picked up your pace, taking him harder and faster than you had before. The moans coming out of him were angelic. When your free hand reached down to play with his balls, his hips finally shot up.
"Jesus, fucking Christ, sweetheart!" Eddie's head hit the back of the couch. His hips thrust up into you, meeting your touches and driving himself even further into you. He was so close, you could feel it, the muscles in his stomach contracting, his breath heaving.
"Fuck!" Eddie moaned out like a mantra each time he hit the back of your throat. The tension built and built and built, until finally, it snapped...
"Shit, sweetheart!" Eddie screamed as he came. You swallowed around him, holding him in your mouth till he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled you up on the couch with him, holding you thight.
"That was... Fuck, sweetheart, that was incredible." He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "You're incredible."
It took awhile for the two of you to come down enough to realise the noise coming from the tv.
hi so yeah im trying to find the hotel california and i know i have to take the highway to hell but i accidentally turned left onto the boulevard of broken dreams. i took the first hard right onto the rocky road to dublin cuz i thought it would loop back around but it didnt lol and i know im waaaaaay off course bc i just drove by the house of the rising sun haha. so how many miles until i get to the hotel
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
everyone tells me that ADHD isn't an excuse for being lazy and that there are people with ADHD who have overcome their symptoms and are successful but every day I drag around an invisible dopplegänger of myself who is horrible and listless and always complains. and he is so heavy. I'm ambitious and I'm passionate but he isn't and the problem is that to get anywhere in life I have to grab him by the leg and pull him along the whole way, kicking and screaming, and sometimes it gets exhausting. sometimes he pulls me down with him. and it gets a bit difficult to explain to people why I'm lying down on the floor in pain when they can't see him.
so many people just like don't understand that there are varying severities of adhd. some people can still live life with relative ease, especially medicated. and there are some people who literally have to drag themselves through life like this because of it. medication doesn't help every person with adhd to the same degree. and there are comorbidities that can affect and interact with adhd and make it harder to cope with. but many see the people with mild adhd who can manage it really well and they think the rest of us aren't trying hard enough. and it's really fucking frustrating.
me, stunted 12 year-old whose only representation of trans women had been ace ventura and jokes about shemale prostitutes, "well, i guess when i'm like, 40, and everyone i have any obligation to is dead, i can get a bunch of sex change surgeries and fuck gross men for money. but at least i'll kinda look like a girl."
real transfem representation really could've saved me a solid 15-20 years.
this feels particularly relevant with the global push to chase minors off social media. none of it is about protecting kids, it's about control. it's about cutting off vulnerable, marginalized, young people whose only opportunity to learn more about their own gender and sexuality--and find other people who are like them--is through social media platforms.
queer, particularly trans representation hasn't come all that far in 20 years. maybe there's less blatant transphobia, but there sure as hell isn't any widespread positive representation. we have multiple generations of trans women and men who were only able to explore their identities during adolescence in online spaces. and kids today are being stripped of that.
be wary of any legislation or changes in corporate policy that cites "protecting kids". it's never about protecting anyone, it's about control. there are a lot of parents that'd prefer to keep their kid in the closet 'til it kills them than watch them actually explore their identity.
people still getting mad at this post i made in 2014 so I will add here. in 2026. that the point of this post isn’t “happy endings bad” its when the story’s only way to imagine a happy ending is a heterosexual nuclear family for everyone.
"having a large chest is the beauty standard" no having a large chest is the Sexual standard theres a difference. i can only even be Hot and everything i ever wear will be deemed too sexual for every single situation. tank top shows too much cleavege or side boob a button up is always too busty and a crop top will always show too much skin. having a large chest leads to so much back pain and sexualization and complaining about it makes people go "ahh grass is alwahs greener/you are the beauty standard, why complain?" like genuinely i urge yall to watch anything with a larger chested woman and notice, REALLY notice, that her chest is her entire personality. notice that people critiqing misogynist charavter designs alwayd tend to rally in the statement that large chest=misogny, casting aside the Many Many Many women and people who look like Me and just . have a large chest? and exist? and deserve respect and not to be seen as nothing more than a sex symbol by both sides? idk ikdayy
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