Hey! idk if your requests are open but if they are i have one.
In short, Steddie and Reader have been together for several years. One day, she’s feeling really horny but doesn’t want to tell the guys because she’s a little embarrassed, she’s also a little embarrassed to tell them she wants them to choke her and pull her hair. When they find out, they tease her a little, but eventually they take care of her, and it all ends on a cute note. Thanks!
Awww!!! I haven’t gotten a steddie request in a hot minute this was so nice.
Word count: 0.8k
Warnings: poly, threesome. Established relationship. Slightly suggestive. Hair pulling.
“My poor girl.”
Steve coo’s from behind you. A brush slides down your damp hair, one he controls. You sit between Steve’s legs on the floor so he had a better angle at brushing your hair, Eddie sits off to the side and picks at his guitar. It’s dark outside and the tv is softly playing in the background.
It’s one of those days where you just feel drained. Maybe you cried at work once or twice, just a few frustrated tears. And maybe your skin felt itchy from the anxiety, anxious deadlines creeping up on your back like a giant bug. Wishing you could swat it away but it was too heavy, making your chest tighten and getting harder to breathe.
Metaphor or not it was a rough day. Bad day. Tiring day at work. You probably shouldn’t complain considering both Steve and Eddie have their fair share of responsibilities too. Their own deadlines.
But they take care of you so well. When you almost bawled your eyes out to Eddie about your shitty day he hugged you first, told you to get in the shower and that he’d join you in a minute.
Only to secretly call Harrington and tell him not to skimp out on the ice cream tonight. They both made you feel like a princess.
Steve is brushing your hair because he likes doing it. If Eddie did it he would brush through maybe once or twice before throwing it up in a messy braid. But Steve takes his time, combing through again and again and again until its completely knot free because he knows you like the sensations.
So Steve brushes your hair (for a long time) while Eddie will swoop in later to braid it. Then dinner will be eaten with ice cream after and maybe if you’re lucky the night will end with a bang.
A very moan worthy, breath hitching. Copious amounts of touching bang.
It sounds silly. To want sex after coming home from doing such draining work. But it makes sense in your head, having done all the rough stuff you just want a little bit more— so that when the days over you feel completed.
The brush abruptly snags on a small knot at the bottom and it makes an unattractive sound.
“Oh— sorry honey, that had to hurt.” Steve apologizes quickly; you hum.
“No, not really.”
“What you like it or something?” Eddie teases over his guitar playing. Just wanting to be included.
“What? No! I just— Steve is really gentle and—“
“He’s teasing baby.”
Steve’s thumb rubs your upper arm while his other hand, even more gentle tries to get the tiny knot out.
You like it. You really do. But that gentleness can’t stay forever. Eddie’s teasing words ring in your head. You like it? Maybe.
“If I did like it….?”
Voice barely above a whisper Eddie has to stop playing and Steve leans in to hear you.
“What, the hair pulling or the teasing?”
You shift just a little bit on the carpet. Now both their eyes are on you and you’re admitting something you’ve never voiced before.
Eddie doesn’t like his hair getting pulled. He makes that abundantly clear with how he never lets Steve brush his hair.
Steve only likes his hair getting tugged in the heat of the moment— but lives for head scratches.
None of them particularly like the rough stuff with there scalp. No twisting hair around their hands or using it as a guide. No pulling or tugging. How would they react to you saying this? Their sweet girl.
Heart pounding in your ears it already to late to go back on your words now. If you’d tried Eddie would beg and Steve would say stop, but it would only make you feel guilty because you know he wants to know too.
“The….the hair stuff.”
“You like your hair being pulled?” Eddie’s aghast voice makes you look down in embarrassment. Like he could never imagine someone as weird as liking that.
“Ed’s stop.” Steve chastises and the brush in his hand stills for a moment. “Do you like it baby?”
You shrug; this doesn’t have to be made into a big deal.
“It’s okay if you do.”
Eddie reluctantly agrees with a hum.
“I… I mean I guess. I like the idea of it. No one’s ever really tried before.”
Steve tuts as if to silently say that’s our fault. “Do you want to? Try it?”
Chewing on your bottom lip you think it over. Scalp already itching with anticipation. “We don’t have to try tonight…” although you really want to.
“Well there’s no time like the present is there?” Eddie’s already taking off his guitar and setting it by the tv, grabbing your hand to let you up while Steve puts away the hair supplies.
“Let’s try light okay? roleplay style. I’ll put your hair in two braids then pretend to be the bully in class that likes you. Pulling them to gain your attention.”
“Eddie.” Steve warns again. Too much teasing but you giggle anyway.
“Okay okay. Let’s start with tugging you off while sucking my dick first, geez, he takes the fun outta everything.”
And despite there stupid results you think maybe your bad day will end with a bang.
note: this is another fic from my old blog, @/littledemondani, that i rewrote to my current writing style. ♡
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“fuuck,” eddie groaned, glancing down at his glistening cock as he pulled almost all the way out of you. “you’re so fucking wet, baby. you like this, huh? getting fucked like some dirty little whore?”
you couldn’t speak. pleasure had completely short-circuited your brain, leaving you in a thick, lust-drunk haze. all you could manage was a desperate nod.
it wasn’t enough for eddie.
his hand came down hard on your ass with a sharp crack, the sting blooming hot across your skin. you yelped, and he immediately demanded, “use your words.”
“yes!” you cried out, voice breaking. “yes… i love it.”
and you did. you loved how he used you like you were nothing but a warm, willing hole for him to fuck whenever he wanted.
eddie already knew that, though. he knew that if he called you in the middle of the night, voice low and rough with “can’t stop thinking about that perfect pussy, babe. need you so bad,” you’d let him sneak in and take exactly what he wanted.
he spanked you again, harder, alternating between both cheeks until the skin burned. each smack made you jolt forward, but he quickly grabbed your shoulder and yanked you back onto his cock, forcing you to take him even deeper.
“i know you do,” he cooed, his palm gently rubbing over the fresh welts he’d left. with his other hand, he tilted your hips forward so he could watch where you were stretched around him. your cunt fluttered and clenched, a thick string of your arousal stretching from your pussy to the underside of his cock. he dragged two fingers through it, groaning low. “fuck, you should see how pretty your pussy looks right now, babe. you’re dripping all over me.”
without warning, he slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. his hand stayed locked on your shoulder, keeping you right where he wanted you as he railed you from behind.
the fullness was overwhelming. every drag of his thick cock against your walls, every precise stroke against that sweet spot, every filthy word that fell from his mouth pushed you closer to the edge.
“taking my dick so well, baby… you want more? wanna feel me for days?” he grinned, voice dark with satisfaction. “aww, look at you. all drooly. am i fucking you dumb, baby? my dumb little slut?”
you were a complete mess beneath him. spit had pooled at the corner of your mouth and was now dripping in slow, shiny strands onto the sheets. your eyes had gone glassy and unfocused, lashes fluttering as they tried and failed to stay open. every brutal snap of his hips punched another broken, breathy sound out of you, your mind so blissed-out that coherent thoughts had long since dissolved. you could barely remember your own name — all that existed was the thick drag of eddie’s cock stretching you open, the relentless press against that perfect spot inside you, and the overwhelming heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. your thighs trembled violently, and your fingers twisted uselessly in the sheets as another thick bead of drool slipped from your parted lips.
your elbows eventually gave out, chest collapsing fully onto the mattress, cheek pressed into the damp spot your own spit had created. eddie grabbed your hips and lifted them higher, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. “fuck yes,” he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “so good, babe. pussy's so. fucking. good.”
he reached around and found your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles over the swollen bud. your moans grew louder, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into your soaked cunt and the heavy slap of his balls against your ass.
as much as he loved hearing you scream for him, he knew you couldn’t afford to be loud tonight.
“shhh,” eddie leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. his thumb brushed tenderly across the corner of your mouth, wiping away the drool there. the gentle touch was a sharp contrast to the ruthless way he was still fucking you. “you don’t wanna wake up your roommate, do you?”
you shook your head quickly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. his bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead, tattoos gleaming under the low light of your lamp. he looked beautiful — unfairly beautiful — and the sight made you clench hard around him.
“then keep it quiet for me,” he murmured, almost sweetly. “can you do that, baby?”
he didn’t wait for an answer. he simply picked up that same merciless rhythm again, smirking as he watched you struggle.
you tried. you really did. but the pressure was building too fast, every nerve in your body lit up and oversensitive. a moan clawed its way up your throat. you slapped a hand over your mouth and bit down hard on the back of it, muffling the sound.
it worked for a minute.
then eddie’s fingers returned to your clit, faster and more insistent.
“e-eddie…” you mewled, the sound still slipping through your fingers.
“aww, what’s the matter, baby?” he mocked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “hm? tell daddy.”
he gave a particularly sharp, deep thrust that punched the air out of you. your hand slipped from your mouth as a loud, broken moan tore free and echoed through the room.
eddie tsked.
“since you can’t seem to keep that pretty mouth shut…” he reached over, grabbed his discarded jeans, and pulled the black bandana from the back pocket. “i’ll just have to do it for you.”
he shoved the bunched-up fabric between your lips, gagging you.
anonthebanished - eddie munson x f!harrington wife!reader
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pairing: eddie munson x f!harrington's wife!reader
summary: when your husband, Steve, leaves you sexually neglected for another business trip, you meet up with stranger from a chatroom for a one-time hookup... but the stranger on the other side of the screen is closer to home than you thought.
warnings: 18+ mdni, car sex, piv sex, unprotected sex, cheating, hair pulling, can't think of anything else, didn't proofread.
fun fact: tiny reference of my two series in here (those who read them will get it lol)
word count: 3.4k
anonthebanished: so... r u sure u wanna do this??
You stared at your computer screen and then back at your keyboard, the pads of your fingertips lingering over the keys.
You knew that this was wrong, talking and masturbating with an anonymous man in a chatroom on the other side of the screen, but you were lonely, miserable, and so fucking desperate to be touched... to be wanted.
Steve had been away for three weeks, almost four, on a business trip. He was always working, no longer making time for you and the life you were supposed to be building together, and you were missing him. Severely. You craved his soft touch and warm embraces, the sex, the late-night conversations and relaxing showers together. The distance started to make you loathe your husband.
tickledpink: yeah.
tickledpink: unless you're having second thoughts?
anonthebanished: no! no! i wanna do this, just haven't met anyone irl b4
tickledpink: I haven't either, it'll be ok.
tickledpink: my husband is away for a week, you can come over anytime.
On the other side of the screen, Eddie sighed and rubbed his face with his rough, large hands in frustration. Eddie was a regular in the online chat rooms, chatting with lonely women who struggled to date when he wasn't trying to find a backup drummer for Corroded Coffin.
When the two of you matched, he didn't want to leave out of fear he'd lose you. You were different, not needy for love, but needy for sex. Eddie wasn't used to a woman being so open, direct, and not afraid to take control.
The two of you were planning to meet after the first week of late-night pillow-typing but something always got in the way, your mother-in-law visiting after Steve insisted, just to make sure you were doing okay, and then Eddie's paycheque being swallowed up by his debts.
He was so close, hopeful that you'd meet halfway, at some motel, but he had lost his opportunity. Again.
anonthebanished: I can't drive up
anonthebanished: my van is fcked
Should've fixed my fuckin' van. So stupid.
anonthebanished: maybe halfway at motel? can get dropped off.
tickledpink: no, it's ok. I can drive.
tickledpink: I'll come to you.
tickledpink: In my husbands car. lol.
Eddie's eyes widened as he began to cough on the cigarette smoke he was blowing out into the air. He hesitated for a moment, catching his breath before dampening his lips with his tongue, his dick hardening in his pants at the thought of you coming to him, on him, with him.
anonthebanished: fck yeah. when?
tickledpink: tomorrow?
Eddie's dick twitched and he slipped his hand into his boxers, his hand clamping around the base of his shaft. He quickly typed back using the middle finger of his non-dominant hand, the cigarette still resting between his teeth.
anonthebanished: plz. need u already. here's my address.
"She really wants me, huh?" He grunted, slowly stroking himself, "Well, she can come and get me."
Your heart almost stopped at his address.
Hawkins. He's local. He's more than local. He's a fucking half-hour walk away.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You stared at your screen, quickly grabbed a scrap of paper, and scribbled down his address. You knew the address already; realistically, you didn't need to write it down, but you did so anyway, it would be the only way you knew this had happened for real and not some warped fever dream.
Biting your bottom lip, your stomach flutters yet drops at the same time: you were finally going to get a decent fuck, but you were doing it behind Steve's back.
Your eyes trailed over to your bedside drawer, the one with the vibrators and dildos. Sure, you could use them again instead of seeking out someone, but you were bored, fed up with getting yourself off, alone in an empty home. You craved physical touch, a man's hands roaming your body as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning away whilst he thrusted into you.
Steve's sex drive became nonexistent as work became the priority over your marriage; he'd last two minutes with little regard for your climax, which irritated you. Steve had a big dick and he knew how to use it and how to please you, but his lack of consideration possessed him.
tickledpink: I'll be there. Mid-afternoon?
anonthebanished: Whenever u want, princess ;)
There's no going back now. Once Steve gets back, I won't have to do this when the busy period dies down. It's just a one-time thing, a harmless fuck. Nothing serious, nothing permanent. He knows I'm married; it's not like it'll be awkward if I see him out at the general store. Steve is oblivious. He won't be able to tell. No one will tell him, I won't crack.
tickledpink: mid-afternoon it is, see you then... what do you look like? above the waist, obviously.
Did I go too far asking that? Hopefully, I've not scared him off?
The two of you had exchanged poor-quality webcam pictures that were blurry and taken in dim lighting in the early hours of the morning; you had seen each other's bodies, your breasts, your behind, and your glistening cunt, and his body and length excited you; he had a lot to offer. You knew he had tattoos on his arm and chest, but they looked like a smudged blob of ink; you had never seen his face, and you didn't know his name.
That would all change tomorrow.
Eddie recognised your shape, but he couldn't put his finger on where. You could be from anywhere, women sometimes blurred into one beautiful being after too many drinks, but you felt familiar to Eddie. Too familiar.
anonthebanished: u'll see tomoz, don't want to spoil the surprise, a little mystery is sexy, no?
anonthebanished: but don't get ur hopes up either lmao
tickledpink: how will you know it's me if we don't exchange face pics?
anonthebanished: no one has cars here. the only vehicle is a delivery van.
You sighed and leaned back in your chair, slightly worried.
tickledpink: won't people get suspicious though? My husband's car will stick out like a sore thumb.
anonthebanished: trust me. no one will notice.
anonthebanished: I promise.
No one will notice. Does this guy even have neighbours?
tickledpink: I trust you. See you tomorrow, I need to get to bed.
tickledpink: can't be too tired for tomorrow.
anonthebanished: oh I'll tire you out ;)
anonthebanished: goodnight ;*
tickledpink: goodnight :)
After showering two or three times and going through outfit after outfit, you were finally driving to his house, your hands shaking against the steering wheel, lightly sweating against the leather. The car still smelled like Steve. You checked your rearview mirror and continued to close in on the address.
I'm in his car, driving to someone else's place to have sex with them, whilst he's probably working through his delayed lunch break or in the middle of a business meeting, sweating in his suit, thinking about finally coming home.
You expected your foot to slam on the brakes so you could quickly put your car in reverse and go home, to never go in the chatroom again, but you carried on driving, getting closer and closer to the trailer park, which had all been vacated but one with the van. Through the windshield, you stared at the van. You had seen it before, swerving through town, blaring music that Steve always complained about.
"What an asshole. Who drives like that? Can you hear that crap?" Steve whined once, pressing his fist on his horn.
"Who can't hear it?!" You muttered, shaking your head.
Finally, parking Steve's car, you got out and slammed the door, your stomach whirring like a washing machine full of anxiety, excitement, and guilt.
Looking up at the trailer door, your eyes widened at the man standing in front of his door, just feet away from you, the drop of your jaw mirroring his.
"No fucking way." Eddie choked out, his cigarette dropping from his mouth.
Your stomach dropped, your hands started to sweat and all you didn't know if you wanted to get back in the car and drive or start an argument.
This has to be a set-up.
"Are you kidding me?" You whispered.
But his... anonthebanished... it all makes sense. Perfect sense.
You squeezed your eyes shut, running a hand through your hair, "of course," you mumbled, "this makes perfect sense... the banished."
"I fuckin' knew I recognised the shape of your waist!" He freaked out, clicking at you, "I constantly stared at you in gym! How did I not notice?"
Your cheeks began to burn.
"What's with the name tickledpink? What's that about?"
You chose to ignore him; there wasn't anything to tell.
"Well, I couldn't make out your tats from the shitty webcam quality," you cleared your throat, trying to think of something to flush out your red cheeks.
"So lover boy isn't all that great then?" Eddie slowly approached you, a deep look of pride splashing across his face.
"I told you already, he's away on a business trip." You huffed and crossed your arms.
"Yeah, probably fucking some chick in some dirty motel room."
That possibility never crossed your mind, but you knew Steve. He wasn't a cheater; he'd probably jerk off over a Playboy magazine, but he'd never fuck someone else. He wasn't like that.
"I'm here for a fuck, like we agreed on, Eddie. I'm not here to talk." You began to scowl and stuck your chin up, "Why are you the only one here anyway? I thought you were getting out of this place."
Eddie laughed, now standing so close you could smell the shampoo he used, "So much for not talking." He swallowed hard, "Everyone else got rehoused... after I got found not guilty for murder, they still didn't want to be living nearby. Can't say I blame them."
"That's why you're in chatrooms..."
"You can't get a fuck, I can't get a fuck or a date. Where am I meant to go?"
A sharp twinge of sympathy clawed at you. You didn't know what to say, so instead, you gently reached up and brushed the curls that were in his eyes, careful not to poke him. Your eyes melted into him, feeling a shiver run down your spine and sending goosebumps pricking up on your arms.
The last time you got this close to another man was when Steve left, nearly a month ago. He kissed the top of your head before getting into his colleague's sleek black sedan, waving you off from the passenger seat. Eddie had gone longer without affection or a casual hookup. It had been years; nothing ever went further than online talk.
Eddie's breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fell to your lips. His hand came up and rested against the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles into your cheek.
Fuck. Her skin is so soft.
Following Eddie's lead, you closed your eyes and leaned in, finally kissing the lips you'd been imagining for the last fourteen days. You didn't know what to expect; the kiss wasn't going to be slow, romantic, and instead it turned to something more frantic, hungry, and desperate.
The hand that cupped the side of your face became tangled in the hair at the back of your head, whilst his other hand snaked around you and pulled you into him. Eddie's dick started to painfully harden; the heat from the kiss and your body pressing against him was enough to have him cum in his pants; the reality of this going much further was enough to give him palpitations.
The way he tugged at your hair sent a moan slipping from your lips. Eddie lowered you down, pressing your back onto the hood of Steve's car as the kiss deepened, with your tongues swirling around each other. The cool metal against your back brought in your growing guilt over what and who you were doing, but as Eddie pulled away from the kiss and his hand lowered to the buckle on his belt, the guilt washed away with excitement.
"You want to?" he breathed heavily.
You nodded, "Desperately, on or in the car?"
Eddie chuckled as he removed his belt, "I don't care, as long as I get to fuck you."
Your eyes focused on the growing bulge in his jeans, his hand tugged the zipper down before removing them, completely surprising you. He wasn't as big or wide as Steve, but he was bigger than expected, and if he knew how to use it, you knew you were in for a good time.
Eddie stripped himself down to his boxers, engorging through the thin fabric, you forced yourself to stop staring and got undressed, throwing your outfit on the ground beside his jeans and sleevesless tour shirt. His eyes tracked your neck and then down your breasts he so craved to caress. Lower and lower he took you in, slowly going down your stomach that he'd imagine cumming on. Finally reaching your underwear, he chewed on his bottom lip.
He began to laugh.
"What?!" you asked, cocking up an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with me?!"
Eddie smirked, "No, no, it's just... nothing." He shook his head.
"No, what is it? Tell me, man."
He sighed, the smirk still plastered to his face, "You're keeping your socks and shoes on?"
"Y-you aren't?" You looked down, only now noticing he'd taken his off.
"It's just me here." He lowered his voice, his eyes now trailing back up your body
"Eddie," you tried not to laugh, getting impatient, "I'm keeping them on."
"Alright, Alright!" He surrendered, his open palms fanned out in front of you, closing in on you again. "You have two choices: turn around and bend over, or lie back."
Bending over would be easier; you could close your eyes and pretend it's Steve, but on second thought, you didn't want to look away and pretend. Eddie was sweet with a good sense of humour, and he was... new. Full of mystery, unpredictable, less polished yet perfect.
You planted yourself on the hood of the car and slipped your underwear off down your legs, Eddie untangled them from around your socks and shoes and removed them. He removed his boxers, freeing himself. His length slapped against him, the sight of him already making up for your drawer of toys.
"I have protection but I left it inside," he gripped himself, tugging eagerly.
"I'm on birth control, it's fine." you reassured him, "don't worry about lube, I'm wet enough."
You teased him and propped your legs up on the edge of the cars hood, allowing him to peek at your swelling clit and glistening folds.
Eddie watched and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist, "and spit costs nothing, sweetheart. You ready?"
Your legs wrapped around Eddie, "Are you?"
"It's now or never."
You pulled Eddie into you as your legs tightened around him, the tip of his dick pierced you, reminding you how good skin on skin felt. Real skin. He furrowed his brows as his shaft glided inside of you, your warm and gummy walls embracing his size closely, this break in his celibacy only intensifying his pleasure, a deep and guttural groan erupting from his throat.
You gasped at him, stretching you out, at how perfect he seemed to fit, like a jigsaw completing a puzzle. Your hands gripped the hood of the car to keep steady, reminding yourself to be vocal.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy him. Your moans will encourage him. Let him enjoy you
Eddie's thrusts were powerful, and his stamina was refreshing; he wasn't tired out easily. His dick pressed deeper and deeper into you until there was nothing left of him for you to swallow. He pulled one of your legs from around him and draped it over his shoulder, now positioning himself at an angle, hitting and grazing at your g-spot.
"Can reach you so much better this way, fuck." He panted, still bucking wildly.
He was right. The angle brought you more pleasure and made it easier for him to keep fucking you, you stared up at him, his name spilling from your lips over and over again, a private chant between the two of you.
Eddie didn't know where to look; the different parts of your body and face were spoiling him for choice. He leaned over you, so you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet him halfway, his sweaty forehead brushing against yours and his hair began to stick to his flushed face. His movements slowed a little and he became more breathless, afraid that if he kept going fast, he'd jump the gun and spill his load without making you cum first.
"You feel so fucking good, Eddie," you panted, your insides becoming more tender.
"Remind me," he grunted, blowing his fringe out of his eyes, "why didn't we do this in school?"
You didn't really want to remind him, it was even cruel for you to think back to, but you owed him an answer. He took a risk meeting you after what he went through, and he was worth the risk of your marriage falling apart over a one-time deal.
"My boyfriend," you started, "Now husband, hated your guts. I was too much of a coward to think for myself."
Eddie hummed, picking up speed again, "is that right?"
You nodded, "Mhm... oh fuck,"
"Look at how that turned out." He smirked again.
That fucking smirk. Those fucking eyes.
Eddie's thrusts were unrelenting, your walls tightening around him as he kept gliding against them. The pleasure began to build in you, climbing higher and higher, with each thrust and groan from Eddie exciting you further towards your orgasm. He attacked your neck, lightly sucking and playfully biting on it without enough force to leave a mark, and his grip on your waist tightened. The build of sweat and your excitement from beneath you made you sink lower onto Eddie, pushing you to your limit.
"Eddie, please don't stop, please!" You whined loudly, throwing your head back.
"I'm not going to stop until you're satisfied." He panted again, doing as he was told.
Your walls clamped around him, strangling him, which made his lips quiver, and the mounting tension inside of you snapped, sending your legs wobbly and your back arching, with your hot cum oozing down him.
The feeling of you soaking Eddie pushed him towards the finish line, his hands wrapped around your back and he pulled you into him, his face now in the crook of your neck. Eddie replayed the details in his head over and over to the soundtrack of your moans and sweet nothings.
I'm fucking Harrington's wife.
I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car.
I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car, and she's loving it.
Eddie thought about the times he stared at your stomach in the low-quality webcam pictures you sent him, and before he spilt himself inside of you, he quickly pulled out and eased you back against the hood of the car.
He tugged at his dick frantically and aimed at his favourite spot on your stomach, his hot and sticky thick ropes shooting out and hitting your clammy skin.
Eddie didn't speak. When removing your leg from his shoulder, he nearly stumbled back but you were able to pull him back towards you with your other leg, still wrapped around him.
You both stayed quiet, the only sound in his lot was your deep breaths and sighs against the setting amber sun, the cooling air biting at your hard nipples and Eddie's collar bones.
"That was..." he started.
"Better than expected." You lightly laughed, flashing him a smile.
"R-really?" Eddie wiped the beads of sweat from his brow before pushing his hair back and messily tying it up.
"You have no idea."
You unwrapped your leg from around Eddie, your legs dropping against the car with a light thud. Eddie leaned against the hood, resting next to you, staring at your socks and shoes, laughing again.
"I know this was a one time thing," he spoke up, his breathing settling, "but do you want to come in? Take a shower and maybe have a glass of water?"
You knew this would break your own rules and the boundaries you and Eddie set when you were both toying with the idea of a hook-up but that was when neither of you knew eachothers identity.
Nothing can be more extreme than what we've just done.
You slowly slid down the hood of your husbands car, landing on your feet, picking up Eddie's boxers you wiped away his seed and chucked his underwear at him, laughing back at him.
"Sure," you yawned, "a shower and a refreshment won't hurt."
note: i am so down bad for this mfffff. also, this is another repost from my old blog!
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he’ll start off by pressing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs, his long hair brushing softly against your sensitive skin with every slow movement. occasionally he'll suck a mark into your plush flesh or gently nip at it, savoring the way your walls contract and the needy mewl that slips from your lips in response.
he'll spread your legs further apart, revealing your wet, sticky cunt to his lustful gaze. he fights the urge to devour you right then and there. instead, he continues pressing open-mouthed kisses and sucking your outer lips.
eddie praises you in that low, velvet voice you love so much. how pretty your cunt is—so slick and swollen with arousal, all for him. how perfect you are for him, the sweet desperate sounds you make, your body, everything. he deliberately bypasses your aching, neglected clit, drawing the moment out until you’re trembling with need.
you’re so worked up from his teasing that you can barely form a coherent sentence. when you finally find the strength to lace your fingers tightly with his, all that escapes is a broken string of "please, please, please eds” mixed with unintelligible babbling.
normally eddie would make you use your words properly, tease you until you begged so prettily for him, but he’s just as far gone as you are, and he needs to taste you properly before he loses his mind.
he finally drags his tongue across your clit, alternating between soft kitten licks and gentle suckling.
pleasure crashes through you on a scale you’ve never felt before, flooding every single inch of your body at once. your orgasm stirs and builds in your lower abdomen faster than you can even comprehend.
eddie can tell you’re close—he feels the way your clit pulses against his tongue as he sucks on it with tender care. he keeps that same torturously slow, steady pace until you shatter with a loud, broken cry of his name.
he works you through it with long, soothing strokes of his tongue, only pulling back when you push weakly at his head, fingers threading desperately through his hair from the overwhelming sensitivity.
“you did so good for me, baby,” eddie murmurs as he climbs up the bed and pulls you into his chest. his hair falls messily around his face, tickling your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “so, so good for me.”
the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of u, hitting that sweet spot over and over has ur eyes rolling to the back of ur head. “oh my god!”, u breathe out. he bends down to whisper in ur ear, “shhh baby. u can’t be so loud.” “im sorry”, u moan back. he looks down to see his cock disappear inside u, seeing how ur ass jiggles every time he fucks into u. ur laying on ur stomach with a pillow under ur hips, making u arch a little—the angle making him hit that sweet spot inside u every time. ur gripping the pillow ur head is on, muffling ur moans with it—or at least trying to.
ur parents are downstairs in the kitchen or the living room, u don’t really know where they are, u just know u have to be quiet or else they’re gonna come up here to see what’s going on. eddie snuck into ur room through ur window, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be here on a school night—or any night for that matter. but he couldn’t get u off of his mind and when he called u, ur voice just made him miss u more so he decided to come over and fuck u stupid.
“u feel so good baby. ur always so fucking wet for me.” u moan at his words, arching ur back more to tell him u want him to go faster. he gets the hint and moves his hips just a tad bit faster, not too much cause he doesn’t want u to get loud. u feel urself getting close, ur toes curling and ur moans getting more rapid. but it wasn’t enough—u needed more. “oh eddie!” “what is it baby hmm?”, he groans, putting a hand on ur lower back to push u down. u breathe out a moan, reaching ur hand to the one on ur back and bringing it to ur wet pussy. “oh yeah? that’s what u want?”, he smirks and lets out a little laugh. u whimper into the pillow, nodding ur head at him.
he brings his middle and ring finger to ur clit, rubbing it in fast circles. u gasp loudly, white knuckling the pillow ur on. “i know baby i know.” he groans as u clench on his dick, fucking harder into u and biting his bottom lip to not be so loud. the tingling feeling in ur stomach becomes more and more until it just snaps, “i’m cumming!”, u moan into the pillow, hoping they don’t hear u downstairs. eddie hisses and groans as he keeps fucking u, the tingling feeling coming to him just the same, “holy shit.” he bends down and puts his arm under ur waist and bringing ur body closer. he moans into ur hair as he comes, his hips slowly coming to a stop.
ur both breathing heavily, his body laying on urs, both feeling weak. “holy fuck.”, he breathes out, kissing ur shoulder a couple of times then pulling out to lay next to u. u roll over so ur on ur back, still catching ur breath. “can i stay the night?” he asks smiling as he already knows the answer. “yeah if u want my dad to kill u in the morning.” he laughs and scoots closer to kiss u, “it’ll be worth it.”
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