summary: summer nights meant hanging out with the group in steves backyard- smoking, drinking, playing games. but when a game of never have i ever gets a little spicy- eddie munson finds himself on a mission to right what he thinks is the ultimate wrongs of the universe. based off of this request by anon
warnings/tags: smut!, unprotected sex, bratty! reader, softdom! eddie, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, the gang bringing the dramatics as always.
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The string lights swayed overhead like they were in on the joke, casting everything in a warm, slightly blurry glow. Steveâs backyard smelled like chlorine, cut grass, and the joint that kept making its slow orbit around the circle. You were sunk into one of the ancient lawn chairs, the plastic straps digging into your back in a way that somehow felt grounding against the floaty, giggly haze in your head. Everyone was loose-limbed and loud- Steve half sprawled on the grass like heâd melted there, Robin cross legged on a blanket and already talking with her whole body, Nancy tucked against Jonathanâs side with her cheeks pink from the tequila, Eddie draped dramatically across the picnic table like a rockstar whoâd lost his stage.
The game had started tame enough an hour ago- âNever have I ever skipped class,â âNever have I ever lied to my parents about where I wasâ- but the drinks and smoke had done their job. Now it was spiraling into glorious, unhinged territory.
Steve sat up just enough to point his beer bottle at the group like a scepter.
âAlright, my turn again. Never have I ever⊠gotten high and tried to cook at three in the morning.â
You lifted your bottle immediately. So did Robin, Eddie, and- after a guilty pause- Nancy.
Robin cackled, nearly spilling her drink. âThe toaster incident! I stand by it. Pop-Tarts are a perfectly valid midnight meal.â
âYou put the Pop-Tart wrapper in the toaster,â Steve shot back, wheezing. âI had to unplug the whole damn thing before the kitchen caught fire. Youâre a menace.â
Eddie threw his head back with a theatrical groan. âAmateur hour. I once tried to make grilled cheese at three a.m. while stoned out of my skull. Used a fork. On an electric stove. There were sparks. I named the scorch mark on the wall and we had a funeral for it the next day.â
Nancy was giggling into Jonathanâs shoulder, trying and failing to look dignified. âI made⊠I think it was supposed to be pancakes? But I used cornflakes instead of flour because the bag looked similar and the labels were blurry. It was⊠crunchy.â
Jonathanâs quiet laugh rumbled under her. âI remember that. You tried to serve it to me like it was intentional. âItâs deconstructed,â you said.â
âShut up,â Nancy muttered, but she was smiling.
Robin pointed at you, eyes sparkling. âYou drank too! What was your crime against the culinary arts?â
You shrugged, fighting a grin. âTried to make mashed potatoes but ended up just sticking the potato in the microwave and forgetting to cook it. Bit into a raw fuckin' potato.â
The group lost it. Steve actually rolled onto his back in the grass, clutching his stomach. Eddie sat up so fast he almost fell off the table.
âLegendary. Absolute madwoman.â
Robin wiped tears from her eyes. âOkay, okay, my turn. Never have I ever⊠had a secret hookup that I never told anyone in this circle about.â
A beat. Then Eddie and Steve both drank without hesitation.
Robinâs jaw dropped. âEXCUSE ME? Both of you? At the same time? Separately? Details. Now. I demand details.â
Eddie grinned, all teeth and chaos. âRelax, Buckley, it wasnât with each other. Though that wouldâve been a hell of a story. No, this was⊠senior year. Very short-lived. Very ill-advised. She thought I was mysterious. I thought she was hot. We both realized we were wrong by morning. End of saga.â
Steve took a long sip like it might save him from the interrogation. âMine was⊠after senior year. Different person. We agreed it was a one-time thing. Havenât thought about it since. Until right now. Thanks for that, Robin.â
Robin was vibrating. âI hate both of you. I tell you everything and youâre out here hoarding girls like dragons. Unfair. I want names. Or at least embarrassing details. Did anyone cry? Was there a walk of shame? Was it in a car? Be specific.â
Nancy raised an eyebrow, amused. âI feel like weâre one question away from a full confessional.â
Jonathan just shook his head, small smile in place. âIâm staying out of this one.â
Eddie pointed at him. âSmart man. Jonathan knows the value of silence. Unlike some people.â He shot a look at Steve, who flipped him off lazily.
Robin was still going. âIâm circling back to this later. Mark my words. This is not over.â
The laughter died down into comfortable, tipsy quiet for a second, the kind where everyone was just enjoying the buzz and the night air. Then Eddie shifted on the picnic table, rings catching the light as he leaned forward with that signature glint in his eyes- the one that always meant trouble was incoming.
âAlright, my turn again, you beautiful disasters. Iâve been saving this one.â He paused for dramatic effect, looking around the circle like he was about to drop state secrets. âNever have I ever⊠not come during sex.â
The air shifted just slightly. Steve made a face like heâd tasted something sour. Robin shook her head immediately. Nancy didnât move. Jonathan stayed still.
You lifted your bottle and took a slow sip.
For three full seconds, nobody said anything.
Then the backyard exploded all over again.
Robin made a noise like a dying seagull and actually fell sideways onto the blanket. âYOU DRANK?! You actually drank?! But youâre- you! How is that even possible? Was it recent? Was it that one guy? Oh my God, tell me it wasnât that one guy with the weird shoes-â
Steve sat upright, beer forgotten in the grass. âNo. Absolutely not. Rewind the tape. Youâre telling me some absolute clown had the privilege of being anywhere near you and just⊠tapped out? Like the job was done for him and he clocked out early? Thatâs not even selfish, thatâs a federal offense. Iâm personally offended.â
Eddie had gone very still, the usual manic energy sharpening into something focused and almost offended on your behalf. He stared at you like youâd just announced the end of the world.
âSweetheart. No. Weâre not doing this. Who the fuck was it? Give me a name, a description, a license plate number- Iâm not picky.â
Nancy blinked rapidly, her analytical brain clearly fighting the tequila. âI⊠okay. Thatâs surprising. From you. Are you- I mean, obviously it wasnât great if- wait, that came out wrong. Do you want to talk about it? We can talk about it. Or we can drop it completely. But also weâre all very invested now, so. Your move.â
Jonathanâs voice was quiet but sincere under the chaos. âThat really sucks. Like⊠actually sucks. Sorry that happened.â
The questions started flying, voices overlapping in drunk, protective, nosy waves.
Robin, half-sitting up again- âWas it bad-bad or just âehâ bad? Did you fake it or just lie there like âwell, this is happeningâ? Because I have strong opinions about faking it and I need to know if I should be adding this person to my shit list-â
Steve, pointing dramatically- âOn a scale of one to âI want to key their car and also their life,â how bad are we talking? And do I need to go do recon tonight or can it wait till Iâm sober?â
Eddie, already in full dramatic mode- âIâm in mourning. Actual mourning. The concept that you have experienced subpar anything and didnât immediately tell us so we could form a council of war? Rude. Disrespectful. I demand emotional damages.â
Nancy, trying to sound reasonable while clearly spiraling a little- âStatistically it happens more than people admit, especially if thereâs alcohol or if the other personâs⊠not great at listening. But still. You? Really? Do you want advice or just⊠collective judgment of this mystery idiot?â
Jonathan, dry as ever- âOr we can just sit here and roast them in silence. Thatâs also an option.â
Eddie was still staring at you, something unreadable flickering behind the theatrical bullshit. Steve looked ready to stand up and demand an address. Robin was vibrating with secondhand outrage and best-friend protectiveness. Nancy had that little crease between her brows. Jonathan just watched you, steady in the middle of the storm.
The game was forgotten.
The night, however, felt like it had just cracked open.
The group was still staring at you, the night air thick with weed smoke and the kind of drunk, high curiosity that made everything feel like the most important conversation on earth.
You shrugged, keeping it short because the buzz in your head made long explanations feel impossible.
âIt was that guy I went on a couple dates with. He got his and that was it. Didnât really care if I did or not. It just⊠didnât happen for me. I didnât make it a thing.â
Silence for half a second.
Then the backyard lost its collective mind all over again.
Robin made a noise like sheâd been personally stabbed. âHe what?! He got his and just- rolled over?! Like a fucking seagull that stole a fry and flew away?! Iâm going to kill him. I donât even remember his name but Iâm going to find him and Iâm going to-â
Steve sat up so fast he almost face-planted in the grass. âNo. Nope. Thatâs not how this works. Thatâs not how any of this works. You donât just- Jesus Christ, what a fucking loser. Iâm actually angry. Like, real anger. My blood pressure is up.â
Nancyâs voice was tight, the tipsy analytical tone cracking into something sharper. âThatâs not even selfish sex, thatâs just⊠using someone. Thatâs unacceptable. Iâm sorry that happened to you. Really.â
Jonathan just shook his head slowly, quiet but firm. âGuy sounds like an asshole. You deserved better than that.â
But Eddie-
Eddie went very, very still.
The manic energy that usually lived in his hands and his voice had narrowed into something focused and almost dangerous. He slid off the picnic table in one fluid motion, boots hitting the grass with a soft thud, and crossed the circle until he was crouched right in front of your chair. Close enough that you could see the way the string lights caught the silver in his rings, the faint scar on his bottom lip, the way his dark eyes had gone hot and serious in a way youâd never seen directed at you before.
His voice came out low, rough around the edges from the smoke and the drinks.
âNo. Fuck that. Thatâs not okay. Thatâs not even in the same zip code as okay.â He shook his head once, hard, curls falling into his face. âYouâre telling me some mediocre, selfish little shit got to touch you- got to have you- and didnât even have the decency to make sure you came? Thatâs not a mistake. Thatâs a crime. And Iâm taking it personally.â
He reached out, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted, and rested one warm, ring-heavy hand on your knee. His thumb brushed once over the fabric of your jeans, barely there, but the touch lit up every nerve ending like a live wire.
âIâve always liked you,â he said, voice dropping even lower, just for you even though the whole group could hear. âLike⊠liked you. Iâve thought about you a lot. More than I shouldâve. Way more.â
Robin made a tiny, high-pitched noise somewhere behind him. Steve muttered âOh shit, heâs really doing this,â but didnât sound mad about it.
Eddie didnât look away from you. His hand stayed on your knee, thumb still moving in that slow, deliberate stroke.
âAnd now I find out some asshole left you hanging? Nah. Not happening. Not on my watch.â His mouth curved into something that was half grin, half promise. âSo hereâs whatâs gonna happen, sweetheart. Iâm making it my personal fucking mission to give you an orgasm so good you forget that guyâs name, his face, and the entire concept of bad sex. If youâll let me.â
He leaned in closer- his lips just shy of your ear-Â his whispering voice turning darker, flirtier, filthy in that Eddie way.
âIâd take my time. None of that âget mine and dipâ bullshit. Iâd learn what you like. What makes your breath catch. What makes your thighs shake. Iâd use my mouth, my fingers, my cock- whatever you wanted, however long it took. Iâd make you come so many times youâd be begging me to stop⊠or begging me not to.â His thumb pressed a little firmer against your knee. âAnd Iâd enjoy every second of it. Because Iâve wanted to hear you fall apart for a while now. And Iâm really fucking good at getting what I want when I decide something matters.â
The group had gone mostly quiet behind him, the air crackling with secondhand tension and drunk fascination.
Robin whispered, âHoly shit,â like she was watching a car crash in slow motion and couldnât look away.
Steve cleared his throat. âMunson, youâre really out here shooting your shot in front of all of us? Bold. I respect it. But also⊠maybe give her a second to answer before you start planning the victory lap?â
Nancyâs voice was a little breathless. âI mean⊠he has a point about the mission part. The delivery could use work, but the intent is⊠surprisingly pure? In a very Eddie way.â
Jonathan just gave a low, amused hum. âHeâs been staring at you for months. We all noticed. This isnât news.â
Eddie didnât even glance at them. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and hungry and suddenly very, very serious under all the theatrical bullshit.
âSo?â he asked, voice soft but rough, thumb still stroking slow circles on your knee. âYou gonna let me fix it? Or you gonna make me work for it first? Because Iâm good with either. I like a challenge. And Iâve been waiting to get my hands on you for a long time.â
The open backyard felt smaller suddenly. Just his hand on your knee, his voice in your ear, the way the buzz in your head made every word feel heavier, hotter, more inevitable.
And Eddie Munson was looking at you like heâd already decided you were the only thing that mattered tonight.
You didnât even hesitate. The buzz made everything feel simple, inevitable.
âOkay,â you said, meeting Eddieâs eyes. âYeah. Iâm in. Fix it.â
Steve made a noise behind Eddie as Robin excitedly poked him in the ribs.
âOh my God. No. Nope. Absolutely not. I am begging you two. Not here. Not tonight. Not while weâre all sitting in my backyard like this. The pool does not need to see whatever the hell is about to happen. Iâm serious. Take it inside later. Or tomorrow. Or never in front of me. Iâm begging. On my knees. Metaphorically. Please.â
Eddie threw his head back and laughed- loud, bright, delighted, the sound cutting through the night air like it belonged there. He didnât even look at Steve. His eyes stayed on you, dark and shining, like Steveâs panic was the funniest thing heâd heard all week.
You tilted your head at Eddie, feeling bold and bratty and loose from the weed and the tequila and the way he was still touching your knee like he owned the right.
âYou better mean it, Munson,â you said, voice light but edged with challenge. âYou talked a real big game just now. Donât pussy out on me later. I hate when guys talk shit they canât back up.â
Eddieâs laugh cut off like someone had flipped a switch.
For a second he just looked at you- really looked- and something in his expression shifted. The hunger that had already been there sharpened into something hotter, darker. His pupils blew wider. His hand on your knee tightened, fingers flexing once like he was physically holding himself back from doing something stupid in front of everyone. He liked that. The brattiness. You could see it in the way his jaw flexed, in the slow, dangerous little smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth before he schooled it back into something cocky.
He didnât say anything about it out loud. Just let the moment hang there, thick and electric between you.
Steve was still muttering prayers under his breath. Robin had her face buried in her hands, peeking through her fingers like she was watching a horror movie she couldnât look away from. Nancy looked equal parts scandalized and fascinated. Jonathan just raised his eyebrows and took a very long, very deliberate sip of his beer like he was pretending he wasnât there.
Eddie finally dragged his gaze away from you long enough to glance at Steve, still grinning like the devil himself.
âRelax, Harrington. Iâm a gentleman. Sometimes.â He gave your knee one last slow squeeze before finally- finally- pulling his hand back. But he didnât go far. Instead he dropped down onto the grass right beside your chair, close enough that his shoulder pressed against your leg, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him through his jacket. He leaned back on his hands like he had no intention of moving for the rest of the night.
The group, blessedly, took the hint and started bullshitting again- Robin launching into a rant about some customer at the video store who tried to return a tape with peanut butter on it, Steve jumping in with his own horror stories, Nancy adding dry commentary that made everyone laugh. It was easy, familiar noise. The kind that usually filled nights like this.
But Eddie stayed exactly where he was.
Close.
His shoulder stayed pressed to your leg. Every so often his hand would drift back- casual, like it belonged there- resting on your calf, or brushing against your ankle when he gestured while talking to the group. When the conversation got loud heâd lean in a little, voice dropping just for you.
âYouâre really gonna make me work for it, huh?â he murmured at one point, low enough that only you could hear, the words curling warm against your ear. âGood. I like that.â
Later, when Robin was mid-story and everyone else was distracted, he tilted his head back against your chair and looked up at you through his lashes, voice even quieter.
âStill thinking about what you said. The way you said it.â His fingers traced one slow line along the seam of your jeans, barely there. âBratty looks good on you. Real good.â
You knew it.
He didnât push it further. Didnât drag you off into the house or make good on any of the filthy promises from earlier. Not yet. But he stayed glued to your side for the rest of the night- laughing at the groupâs bullshit, throwing in his own dramatic commentary, passing the joint when it came around again. Every time someone wasnât looking his hand would find its way back to you. A thumb stroking slow circles on your knee. Fingers hooking lightly around your ankle. Once, when the laughter got loud, he turned his head and pressed his mouth to the side of your thigh through your jeans- just a quick, hot press of lips and teeth that no one else saw.
The night kept spinning around you in a haze of smoke and laughter and string lights.
But Eddie Munson didnât move from your side.
And every time you glanced down at him, he was already looking back- dark eyes full of heat and something dangerously close to a total loss of control.
The house had gone quiet.
Everyone drifted off one by one- Steve muttering something about âno sex in my backyardâ under his breath as he headed inside, Robin still giggling about the nightâs chaos, Nancy and Jonathan disappearing into one of the guest rooms with quiet goodnights. You tried to sleep in the room Steve had given you, but your head was too loud, your body too wired from the weed, the tequila, and the way Eddie had stayed glued to your side all night.
So you slipped outside again.
The backyard was cooler now, the string lights still glowing faintly. You lit a cigarette and leaned against the side of the house, letting the first drag burn slow in your lungs.
Eddie was already out there.
He was sitting on the picnic table, boots on the bench, a cigarette of his own between his fingers. He looked up when the door clicked shut, and the second your eyes met, the air changed.
He didnât say anything at first. Just stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and crossed the space between you in a few long strides.
The kiss was immediate and rough.
His mouth crashed into yours like heâd been holding back for hours. One hand slid into your hair, gripping tight at the roots, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he walked you backward until your ass hit the edge of the picnic table. You gasped into his mouth and he took full advantage, tongue sliding deep, teeth catching your bottom lip. It wasnât sweet. It wasnât careful. It was exactly what the tension between you had been building toward all night.
When he finally pulled back, both of you breathing hard, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, voice low and ragged.
âYou couldnât sleep either?â
You shook your head.
His hands stayed on you- one still fisted in your hair, the other sliding under your shirt to grip bare skin at your waist.
âDo you know what you like?â he asked, voice rough. His thumb stroked once over your hipbone. âBe honest with me.â
You swallowed, pulse hammering. The bratty edge from earlier was still there, loosened by the night and the way he was looking at you like he wanted to ruin you.
âI think I like it rough.â
Eddieâs eyes darkened. A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth.
âYeah?â He gave your hair a deliberate tug, just enough to tip your head back. âGood. âCause I like you bratty. Mouthy. Makes it hotter when I get to shut you up.â
He kissed you again before you could answer- harder this time, rougher- and then he was lifting you onto the picnic table like you weighed nothing. The wood was cool under your thighs through your jeans. He stepped between your legs, hands already working your button and zipper open with impatient fingers.
âYou gonna be good for me?â he murmured against your mouth, even as he shoved your jeans and underwear down your thighs in one rough motion. âOr you gonna keep running that mouth?â
You couldnât help it. The brattiness slipped out easy.
âDepends. You gonna actually do something, or just talk about it all night like you did earlier?â
Eddie laughed- low, dark, delighted- and the sound went straight between your legs.
âThere she is.â
He pushed you back until you were lying on the picnic table, the string lights blurring above you. Then he dropped to his knees on the grass between your spread thighs like he belonged there.
The first drag of his tongue was slow, deliberate, almost teasing. Then he groaned against you like heâd been starving for it, and everything got rougher. His hands gripped your thighs hard, fingers digging in as he held you open. He licked and sucked with focused intensity, tongue working your clit in tight, relentless circles before dipping lower. When you tried to squirm, he growled and pinned your hips down with one forearm across your stomach.
You couldnât stay quiet. Couldnât help the way your hips tried to rock against his mouth.
âFuck- Eddieeee-â
He pulled back just enough to speak, voice wrecked and smug.
âStill mouthy. Good.â He nipped at the inside of your thigh, sharp enough to sting. âKeep talking, sweetheart. See what happens.â
Then he went back in- hungrier this time. Rougher. Two fingers pushing inside you without warning while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, sucking hard. The stretch burned in the best way. He curled his fingers just right, fucking you with them in time with the relentless drag of his tongue, and the picnic table creaked under you.
You reached down, fingers twisting into his hair, and tugged. Hard.
Eddie moaned against you like youâd given him a gift.
âYeah,â he rasped between licks, voice muffled and filthy. âPull it. Be as bratty as you want. Iâll just make you come harder for it.â
He didnât let up. Didnât slow down. He ate you like he had something to prove- tongue relentless, fingers rough and deep, the hand not inside you gripping your thigh so tight you knew youâd have marks tomorrow. Every time you got mouthy- every gasped âfuck youâ or âis that all you got?â- he responded by being meaner with his mouth, rougher with his fingers, until your back was arching off the table and your thighs were shaking around his head.
The orgasm hit hard and sudden, ripping through you with a broken sound you couldnât bite back. Eddie didnât stop. He worked you through it, tongue gentler now but still moving, fingers slowing but not pulling out until your whole body went limp against the wood.
Only then did he lift his head.
His mouth was shiny, eyes blown black, curls messy from your hands. He looked wrecked and triumphant at the same time.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned up to kiss you- slow and deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
âSee?â he murmured against your lips, voice hoarse. âTold you Iâd fix it.â
His hand was still between your legs, two fingers still buried inside you, lazily stroking like he wasnât done yet.
âAnd weâre just getting started.â
Eddie didnât give you much time to come down.
He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then his hands were on your hips, flipping you over so your stomach pressed against the cool wood of the picnic table. The position was sudden, a little rough, exactly the way youâd told him you liked it. Your jeans were still around your thighs, keeping your legs close together as he kicked your feet a little wider.
âStay just like that,â he muttered, voice wrecked.
You heard the clink of his belt, the sound of his zipper. Then the hot, heavy drag of his cock against your ass as he leaned over you, one hand braced on the table beside your head.
âFuck, youâre soaked,â he breathed against your ear. He rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, not pushing in yet. âAll this from my mouth? Or you been thinking about this since I had my hand on your knee earlier?â
You pushed back against him on instinct, trying to get him inside. He laughed softly and pulled his hips back.
âUh-uh. Not yet.â
âFuck you.â
âTrying sweetheart. But someone's impatient even though she just got what she wanted. Didn't she?â
âNeed more.â
âAh ah- don't be greedy.â He growled and your cunt clenched down in reaction. You had a taste and you needed everything.
He kept teasing- slow drags of his cock over your clit, the tip catching at your entrance before sliding away again. Every time you tried to rock back or get mouthy, heâd grip your hip harder and hold you still.
âEddiee-â
âYeah?â He sounded way too pleased with himself. âSomething you want?â
You twisted enough to glare at him over your shoulder, still a little breathless. âStop fucking around and put it in already.â
His laugh was low and dark. âThereâs that mouth.â He finally notched the head at your entrance and pushed in slow, stretching you open inch by inch until his hips were flush against your ass. The groan he let out vibrated through both of you.
He started fucking you in long, deep strokes- rough enough that the picnic table scraped against the grass and the edge bit into your waist with every thrust. One hand stayed on your hip, the other sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your spine.
It felt good. Too fucking good. You were still sensitive from his mouth, and every drag of his cock hit exactly right. Your breathing got ragged fast.
Eddie noticed.
He slowed down immediately, hips rolling in these deep, grinding circles instead of the hard pace from before. âNot yet,â he said, voice tight like he was holding himself back too. âYou donât get to come until I say.â
You made a frustrated sound and tried to push back harder. He tightened his grip in your hair and gave one sharp thrust that made your vision blur, then went right back to that slow, torturous grind.
âEddie, come on- â
âBeg nicer,â he teased, even as his voice cracked a little. âOr keep being a brat. I like both.â
He edged you like that for what felt like forever- fucking you hard and fast until you were right on the edge, then slowing down or pulling almost all the way out until the feeling faded. Every time you got close heâd laugh under his breath and call you a brat, and every time you snapped back at him heâd reward you with a few brutal thrusts that made your legs shake.
The last time he pulled you right to the edge and held you there, you were shaking, forehead pressed to the table, cursing him under your breath.
âPlease,â you finally bit out, voice wrecked. âFuck- please, Eddie- â
âYeah,â he groaned, like the word broke something in him. âThatâs it.â
He fucked you hard after that- fast, rough, the hand in your hair pulling tight as his other hand slid around to rub tight circles over your clit. You came with a broken sound, whole body locking up. Your vision whited out and your ears were ringing.
And then you were squirting- sudden, hot, and completely unexpected. It splashed against his thighs and the front of his jeans, your cunt pulsing hard around him as the orgasm ripped through you.
Eddie made a shocked, punched-out noise behind you, hips stuttering.
âFuckinâ- holy shit- Jesus Christ-â
You were still coming, still gushing with his fingers locked on to your overstimulated clit. The sound he made was half groan, half stunned laugh. He kept fucking you through it, short and desperate, until he pulled out at the last second and came across your lower back with a low, broken curse.
For a second neither of you moved. Just the sound of both of you breathing hard in the quiet backyard.
Then Eddie let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.
âDid you just-?â
You twisted enough to look back at him, equally stunned, face hot. âI- I didnât know I could do that.â
He was staring at the mess on his jeans and your thighs like heâd witnessed a miracle. Then he started laughing harder, the sound bright and a little wild. You couldnât help it- you started laughing too, the two of you cracked up and messy and still half-dressed against the picnic table in Steve Harringtonâs backyard at god-knows-what hour.
Eddie leaned down and kissed the back of your shoulder, still grinning against your skin.
âJesus Christ. Weâre doing that again. Like⊠soon. A lot.â
You were both still giggling as he helped you up, using his shirt to clean you both up as best he could. Your legs were shaky. His hands were gentle now, the roughness from earlier softened into something careful as he pulled your jeans back up and tucked himself away.
âCome on,â he murmured, still smiling. âBefore Harrington comes out here and actually murders us.â
You snuck back inside quietly, shoes in hand. Most of the lights were off. Eddie didnât even pretend to go to a different room. He followed you into the guest room Steve had given you, shut the door behind him, and pulled you straight into the bed with him.
The sheets were cool. His body was warm. He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off and tugged you against his chest, one arm slung heavy around your waist. His rings were cool against your skin where his hand rested under your shirt.
Neither of you said much. Just quiet breathing, the occasional soft laugh when one of you remembered the picnic table, and Eddie pressing lazy kisses to the top of your head.
You fell asleep like that- tangled up in him, still tasting him on your tongue, the faint ache between your legs a reminder of exactly how thoroughly heâd kept his word.
The morning light was already leaking through the curtains when you woke up. Eddie was still half on top of you, one arm slung heavy across your waist, curls a complete disaster against the pillow. He made a low, sleepy noise when you tried to move, pulling you closer instead of letting you up.
âFive more minutes,â he mumbled into your shoulder.
You stayed like that a little longer anyway.
Eventually the smell of coffee and something sweet pulled you both out of bed. You threw on yesterdayâs clothes- Eddie stealing your hoodie since he really can't eat breakfast in a cum covered shirt-Â and headed downstairs together.
Steve was in the kitchen in an apron that said âKiss the Cookâ like an asshole, flipping pancakes with the focus of a man on a mission. The rest of the group was already scattered around the table and island- Robin perched on the counter, Nancy nursing coffee, Jonathan quietly scrolling on his phone. They all looked up when you and Eddie walked in.
The staring started immediately.
Robinâs eyes narrowed. Nancy raised one eyebrow. Jonathanâs mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. Steve didnât even turn around from the stove, but you could feel the judgment radiating off him.
Robin was the one who broke first.
âOkay, so⊠why is Eddieâs shirt literally just lying by the picnic table outside?â she asked, way too casually. âLike, full-on abandoned. We found it this morning. It was just⊠there.â
You couldnât help it. You laughed- short and bright and a little guilty. Eddie muttered âHope you didn't touch it.â under his breath, low enough that only you could hear it.
Steve finally turned around, spatula in hand, and gave you both the most exhausted dad look imaginable.
âI heard you last night,â he said flatly. âBoth of you. Through the window. My window. The one that faces the backyard.â
You groaned and dropped your face into your hands.
Eddie, the traitor, just grinned and stole a piece of bacon off the plate Steve had already started stacking.
Robin pointed at you with her coffee mug. âSo wait. Does this mean the game from last night is officially over? Like⊠mission accomplished?â
Nancy actually looked a little proud. âGlad your little problem is fixed.â
Jonathan just nodded once, quiet but sincere. âGood for you.â
Steve flipped another pancake with unnecessary force. âIâm not saying Iâm happy about the volume, but⊠yeah. Congrats on finally coming during sex. Truly. We were all rooting for you.â
Robin raised her mug like she was toasting. âTo finally getting to finish during sex!â
Eddie slung an arm around your shoulders, smug as hell, and pressed a loud kiss to the side of your head.
âSee?â he said, way too pleased with himself. âTold you Iâd fix it.â
You elbowed him in the ribs, but you were smiling anyway.
Steve just sighed and started plating pancakes.
âSit down and eat before I change my mind about feeding any of you.â
i hope i never see what your face looks like going
a face i swear that i could spend my whole life knowing
***
travis meacham x fem!reader
unlike your boyfriend Travis, you're usually pretty quiet and reserved and sometimes you worry your love for him isn't loud enough, but he secretly bookmarks all the ways you show up for him.
contains: fluff, reader overthinking, Travis being the perfect boyfriend, swearing, Griffin being a dick
part of the 200 follower celebration
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The one fundamental thing that everyone knew about Travis was that he was loud about the things that he loved. If there was a new film heâd seen recently and enjoyed, best believe heâd be chewing everyoneâs ear off about the important plot points. If there was a song he stumbled upon, heâd be singing it slightly off key for anyone to hear. Even if he found a new pair of jeans that fit nicely, heâd be singing from the rooftops about the store that he got it from. Needless to say, if there was something he cared about then anyone within a five-mile radius knew about it.
The one thing he was loudest about was how much he loved you.
Ever since you first started dating, you had caught on about how loud and passionate Travis was about the important things, but it still never failed to amaze you how he took any and every opportunity to remind you and anyone else just how much you meant to him. Walking down the street heâd make sure to always have his hand intertwined with yours, not letting go unless he needed to hold a door open for you or pull a chair out when you were out for dinner. He loved taking cheesy photos with you, posting them on his socials, even though he wasnât exactly inundated with followers the ones he did have knew you were together. Even when you told him a new joke or fun fact, he made a point of telling everyone he worked with the next day. âMy girlfriend told me that one, isnât she the best?â
You loved how loud Travis was about how he cared about you, and he never seemed to mind that it wasnât the same on your part. Of course you adored your boyfriend, he was the best thing to ever happen to you. But the way you showed up was different, you did it in the small and silent ways, You loved giving him sentimental gifts, yearned for the nights in when it was just the two of you and you talked for hours, made a habit of remembering the small details and celebrating them. Shouting from the rooftops wasnât your style but you still made a habit of proving how much you loved him. It was never an issue, you and Travis were happy and secure in your relationship.
So it came as a surprise when something as simple as a throwaway comment shook you up so much.
Youâd come into work to surprise Travis that evening, having been working the whole day, and you were stood at the front desk chatting to Naomi when he appeared from the elevator. The second he saw you, his whole face lit up and he came bounding over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.
âHey, baby.â He grinned, pulling you impossibly closer and you giggled. âI missed you.â
âItâs only been a few hours.â You reminded him. He pulled away slightly so he could look at you, shaking his head.
âThatâs way too long.â He told you. âIâm so glad youâre here.â
Naomi cleared her throat loudly. âOK, as much as you love you both, do I always have to watch this insane amount of public affection? Get a room.â
âHey, itâs not my fault I have the best girlfriend ever.â Travis fired back. She rolled her eyes but she was smiling.
Griffin suddenly made an appearance, waltzing through the front doors like he was doing everyone a favour simply by being there. You had to stifle a groan when you saw him, and Travis put an arm around to pull you into him. Griffin was a creep who would take any opportunity to hit on you but with your boyfriend next to you, you knew you were safe. He took all of you in standing around the front desk and rolled his eyes.
âHey assholes, donât you have work to do.â
âOh, settle down Griffin.â Naomi responded. âItâs the night shift at a storage unit, not exactly excitement central.â
âYeah, relax. Weâve got it under control, man.â Travis chimed in.
âIâm not paying you to stand around and chitchat.â He fired back. âGet to work.â
âTechnically youâre not paying me at all.â You pointed out, making Travis chuckle next to you. It wasnât often that you verbally expressed your distaste towards Travisâ boss, not wanting to put his job in jeopardy at all, but sometimes you couldnât hold back. Griffin gave you a look of disdain.
âWow, look who finally figured out how to talk.â He chuckled to himself. âDidnât think you knew how. Always wondered why Teacake keeps you around.â The last part was muttered under his breath, loud enough for only you to hear. The comment made you stiffen slightly as his words hit you like a tonne of bricks.
Because you wondered if he was right?
Travis remained blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil as he rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. He leaned in to whisper in your ear. âI swear, if he didnât pay my wages.â
âI should probably head off and let you focus.â You told him, stomach still churning.
âAre you sure? I hate that I didnât get to see you today, but Iâm off tomorrow. We can hang out all day then.â
âThat sounds nice, as long as you really want to?â You forced a smile onto your face. âWe can go out somewhere if you like.â
Travis shrugged. âIâm happy hanging out at home, I know youâd prefer that.â
âYeah, but-â you were cut off by Naomi yelling something at Griffin, at which point Travis stepped in to help her out. You admitted defeat. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âSee you tomorrow, baby. Love you.â He called out to you as you walked away.
âLove you, too.â You wandered out, inner monologue completely spiralling.
***
Griffinâs words weighed heavy on your mind over the next few days. You hated that you were letting him have such an effect on you but you couldnât help it. Of course people had mentioned before the contrast between yourself and Travis, how your boyfriend could easily talk for the both of you, but it was always light-hearted and breezy. No one had ever voiced the idea that Travis didnât really want you. It couldnât be true, could it? Travis adored you, he told you every day. Would he ever doubt your relationship? You loved him so much, surely he couldnât ever doubt that. Could he?
Despite how much you insisted it wasnât true, you could feel yourself pulling away from Travis over the next week. You didnât want to but your brain was telling you it was easier to do it that way, cushion the blow. You stopped going in to see him at work, stopped texting him on your breaks to update him on any work drama, even made sure you were asleep when he got home in the mornings. That one hit the hardest, feeling him climb into bed next to you so gently so as not to wake you up, stroking your hair gently. You could practically feel how much he wished you were awake so he could talk to you about his night but he never woke you up.
Still, he could feel the space growing between the two of you. And he hated it. You were always there, when he reached out he could just trust that he would find you. So this new tension was really getting to him.
Day eleven was when he finally caved in. You were in the kitchen making some coffee and he wandered, looking a little bit lost. He took you in, still as gorgeous as the first day he met you, and the way you were keeping your back to him. The two of you had perfected your kitchen routine and it always consisted of chatting happily, cracking jokes, sometimes even dancing around together like children. Today there was this uneasy silence that he wasnât used to. Something inside him cracked.
âDid I do something?â He asked, voice tinged with sadness. You immediately spun around and frowned, face wrinkled in that way that always made Travisâ heart skip a little.
âWhat are you talking about?â
He sighed, face crumpling and it broke you. That face was always so happy and joyful, you never got tired of it. You always said to yourself that Travisâ face was one you could spend your whole life knowing, though youâd never said it out loud. This was where all your problems were currently stemming from and you couldnât let it eat you up anymore,
âTravis, can I talk to you for a minute?â
His face immediately registered panic. âOh God, are you breaking up with me?â He crossed the kitchen in two strides, scrabbling to grab your hands and keep you close. âI swear whatever I did I can fix it, please donât do this, baby.â
âNo, no. Travis, Iâm not breaking up with you.â
He exhaled loudly, relief flooding through him. âJesus Christ, donât do that to me again, please.â
âIâm sorry.â You couldnât help but smile a little as he tried to regain his composure. âBut I do want to talk to you about something.â
âAnything, honey. Tell me whatâs going on?â
You tried to figure out how to open the conversation, unsure of how to navigate this unfamiliar ground. In the end you decided to just go for it. âDo you ever feel like Iâm too quiet for you?â
Travis tilted his head, looking puzzled. âWhat do you mean?â
A sigh escaped your lips. âItâs justâŠGriffin said something the other day when I came in to see you.â
âWhat did that asshole say? I swear to God, Iâm not above fighting my boss, I know I could take him.â
âYou donât need to do that.â You assured him. âItâs just, he said he didnât understand why you kept me around because I was so quiet. And I guess I started to worry that he was right.â
Travisâ felt like his heart had shattered at your admission. âBaby, you donât really believe that, do you?â
You shrugged, folding your arms into yourself. âI donât know, sometimes I worry that you donât know how much I love you because I donât say it as much as you do. Because I swear, I do. I love you so much, Travis. Even when Iâm quiet about.â
âHey, hey. Breathe, honey.â He reached out and pulled you into him, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down. âLook at me a second.â He stepped back slightly so he could see you. âJust give me one minute.â
He walked out of the kitchen towards the bedroom, leaving you standing there. âTravis, whereâd you go?â
âIâm coming.â You heard him shout through, the sounds of him rummaging under the bed also coming through. After a few minutes, he reappeared clutching a small cardboard box which he placed on the counter. âHere, look at this.â
âWhat is that?â You chuckled, walking over as he took off the lid. Inside the box was stuffed full with little trinkets and ornaments. Travis began gently taking each one out so you could see it.
âYou see this?â He took one out. âThis is receipt from the first coffee you bought me when I got sick. It was pouring rain but you insisted on running out and getting me my favourite because I was dying from a cold. And this?â He continued. âThese are the movie tickets you waited two hours in line for because you knew how much I wanted to see this movie on opening night. And this? The leaf you bought home for me because it was starting to turn golden brown and you know how much I love autumn.â
He pushed the box towards you as you stared in disbelief. âTravis. You kept all this stuff?â
âOf course I did.â He said with a smile. âBecause you gave them to me.â
âI canât believe this.â You leafed through everything in the box, all the beautiful evidence of the relationship youâd built with Travis. âThis is amazing.â
âSo are you.â He affirmed. âFuck what Griffin, or anyone else thinks. It never mattered to me that you arenât as loud as I am, in fact I always thought we were like a fine wine and cheese. We balance each other out perfectly.â
You were full on beaming now. âI never thought about it like that before.â
âWell, I hope you never think that I donât want you, because that couldnât be further from the truth. I love you so much, baby.â
summary- youâre been a live in nurse to care for eda lamram, and you start to fall for her son, baron. baron plans a date night which ends up with you two spending the night together.
contains: porn with little plot 18+, fluffy smut, shy/soft!baron (basing barons personality on story he told)
the lamram household was always warm and quiet. youâd been hired over a month ago to care for eda lamram, she was stable but sick. eda had a son, baron, who lived at home as well. he worked as a postman for the small rural town down the road. baron was quiet and sweet, but always hovering around you when he was off work. making shy comments, leaving wildflowers by your bedroom door, or making extra coffee that was meant for you.
âmorninâ. i uh.. made coffee. hope thatâs alrightâ he mumbled softly as you walked into the kitchen to prepare edas medicine. heâd always offer such small things for you with the shyest smile, it made your heart flutter. youâd found baron intriguing - to say the least - for a few months now. he had a pretty face, with the softest puppy dog brown eyes. he was also the sweetest guy youâd ever met.
âgood morning, baron. you know you donât always have to do this, right?â you looked up at him as he began to scratch the back of his neck. he did that frequently, seemed to fluster himself with his own actions.
âi know i donât gotta, but i wanna. reckon itâs the least i can do.â his soft eyes seemed to always be full of quiet wonder as they lingered on you, and they lingered a lot. youâd caught baron staring more times than necessary but it was never in a weird way. he was staring like he couldnât believe you were real, couldnât believe you were real and living in his childhood home.
you nodded and smiled in return as your body turned towards the living room to care for his mother. as you walked through the doorframe, you heard his soft shy voice again, âuh... i was thinkin'... if you ain't got plans later... maybe i could fix us some supper? as a thank you. i ain't the best cook, but i can try managinâ somethin' that ain't burnt.â it was the first time baron had offered to spend time with you other than just small encounters around the house.
you stilled at the offer, and turned around to meet his big brown eyes, they were wide and full of hope that made heat run through your body. âbaron⊠you donât have to go through all the trouble.â
he shuffled his feet slightly and began to fidget with his long shoulder-length hair. âit ainât no trouble, really. you been takin such good care of mama, i wanna do somethin nice for yaâ
you gave him a small smile âokay, that sounds nice then.â his face seemed to light up at your affirmation, and his voice was slightly breathless âthatâs.. thatâs real good. ill make something real nice for us. round six?â
âsix is good, sheâll be settled by then.â and you turned to do your job, as well as you could at least. the reminder of barons invitation sat in your head all day.
the rest of the day passed smoothly, you did your daily routine as normal, but you couldnât help the small excited smile that would make its way onto your face when you began to think about dinner with baron
around five pm you heard barons quiet footsteps enter the home and go into the kitchen to prep dinner. soon, the comforting smells of chicken and onions filled your senses. you called out from the living room âit smells wonderful in there!â with a smile on your face. the excitement brewing in your stomach grew.
âoh- uh- thanks. itâs nothinâ fancy.â he moved around the kitchen so quietly, but every so often you could hear a pause, as if he got lost in thought, before moving around again. baron also muttered to himself a lot, small flustered things. âdonât burn it⊠donât burn itâŠâ was barely audible over the sizzle of food in a pan.
once six approached, baron filled the doorway to the living room, wiping his hands on his stained overalls. he looked down at the floor then back up at you through his long dark lashes âsuppers boutâ ready, if- if youâre hungry.â he gestured behind him to the kitchen table that was set with two plates, mismatched cutlery, a tiny scentless candle and a bundle of wilted wildflowers he mustâve picked from the garden outside. âhope itâs.. alrightâ
you walked over to the table and leaned down to smell the flowers. âit looks lovely, baron. smells lovely too.â he quickly rushed over, stumbling in his haste to pull out the white chair for you to sit in. once you sat down, baron began to dish dinner out. the meal was simple, chicken with onions and potatoes, but the gesture was loaded. âhope it tastes okay. i followed mamas recipe real close. i aint sure i did it right but I tried real hard, swear i didâ he said as he sat down, it seemed as if he needed to convince himself more than he needed to convince you.
you took a bite and made a soft pleased sound âyouâre a much better cook than you let on. itâs wonderful.â you looked up to meet his eyes and smiled. baron sighed in relief and ducked his head shyly, a faint pink dusting his cheeks where the cutest moles sat. âaw, well. im real glad you like itâ he picked his own fork up but mainly pushed the food around his plate, mouth opening and closing wordlessly as if he had something to say, but second guessed himself. his attention was primarily on you. âyou work so hard taking care of mama. figured the least i could do is tryân look after you a little bit too.â
âwell thank you. thatâs really sweet of you to sayâ you felt your heart flutter, he was so sweet, it made you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him close. you definitely found him more than just.. intriguing.
his eyes flicked up to yours then locked, staring all wide eyed. his hand was curled into a loose fist, resting gently against his cheek as his elbow was propped up on the table for support âyou look at me like that.. and my brain just stops workinâ proper.â
you felt your cheeks flush red with heat. you cleared your throat and dabbed at your mouth with a napkin, attempting to gain some composure âso.. how was your day? hm?â
he seemed slightly surprised by the normal question âsame as most, i reckon. delivered the mail, checked on mama âfore i left. how bout yours?â
you nodded slowly âit was long, but its better now i think.â your expression was a little amused as you noticed the small bit of potato on the corner of barons mouth. âbaron.. you uh..â you gestured vaguely to his mouth but he didnât seem to take the hint. âi.. what?â
you leaned over the small table and slowly reached your hand out to brush it off his lip, fingers lingering for a moment too long. barons eyes went even wider and dazed, he looked like heâd been hit with a spell and forgotten how to speak.
your smile widened at how flustered he was. âyou alright?â all baron could do was nod, those big brown eyes still locked on your face. youâd noticed baron getting flustered over you before, plenty of times, but in that moment you knew it wasnât because you were a new person in his quiet life. it was for other reasons entirely, and you were sure it was mutual to the way you felt.
the rest of the meal passed quietly, baron barely ate. his eyes were still focused on you, staring quietly with such open admiration in his eyes. once you finished your meal and cleared all the plates from the table baron began to head towards the living room. your hand on his forearm gently stopped him âbaron..?â the touch was light, fingers resting gently on the bare warm skin. baron went completely still, swallowing nervously as his eyes dropped to where your hand rested on his skin.
âyeah?â it was barely a whisper.
âi just.. thank you.â he looked up at you as you spoke, and he looked so captivated.
âyou donât gotta thank me. reckon i should be thankinâ you, everyday.â he shifted his weight to turn more towards you. you stood there for a long moment, eyes locked on eachother just staring silently. every so often his eyes would flick down to your lips before darting back up to your eyes and licking his lips nervously. you wanted to kiss him so badly, wanted his soft chapped lips on yours so bad. youâd thought about it more often than youâd like to admit. thought about what itâd be like to be on top of him, be under him, have your hands in his hair as he worshiped your body. he looked inexperienced, and you wanted to show him everything.
he didnât move a muscle, just stayed still and pliant as your fingers began to rub soft circles on his arm before you leaned into his face, your lips connecting with his cheek in the softest kiss.
the kiss was soft and quick on his now warm cheek, a gentle pressure of your lips against his soft skin that seemed to make baron freeze all over again. his entire body was still, big brown eyes wide and unblinking. âohâ it was more of a exhale than a word as he remembered how to breathe. âmy brains just.. stoppin.. againâ he met your gaze and swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing nervously in his throat. âi uh.. well.. i ainât ever-â he cut himself off from rambling too much before whispering softly in an awed voice âthat was real nice.â
you felt your cheeks turning pink at his shyness âyeah?â you asked softly, needing reassurance.
he nodded eagerly, his fingers coming up to touch the spot your lips had been on his cheek. âreal nice. iâll be thinkinâ âbout that all night, i reckonâ
you seemed settled by his words, and you wanted more, so leaned in again slowly this time. âwould it be okay if iâŠâ eyes flicking down to his lips then back up to his eyes, your intent clear in the way you tilted your head slightly.
his breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed in a way that made you bite your lower lip. long dark lashes casting shadows under his eyes. âyeah.. itâs moreân okayâ
barons lips met yours halfway for a kiss that was soft and achingly sweet. it lasted just a few seconds before you pulled back to see him still frozen. hands trembling and hovering in the air near your waist, lips parted wide and still, eyes closed and squeezed shut, his brows furrowed together perfectly. the sight was intoxicating, he looked completely out of his depth and it made your want for him grow tremendously. your hand came up to gently card into his unkempt long messy hair, playing with a strand for just a second before he leaned in again as if drawn in by a force.
barons arms wrapped under your arms to grab at your neck and back, pulling you closer to him as he kissed back with a gentle clumsy urgency. it was a kiss that felt like he had been waiting his whole life, and now that itâs here, heâs barely holding back. his hands were everywhere all at once, gripping you clumsily. the kiss was awkward, but it was eager and full of need. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he let out a soft gasp against your lips, lifting you off your feet and holding you off the ground for a moment before setting you back down. it wasnât a dramatic moment, it just felt like he wanted to feel the weight of you in his arms. barons lips never left yours as he did, the kiss continuing to be messy and breathless. his nose pressing against your face, poking your eye occasionally in the best way.
he stumbled back a step which caused you to pull apart slightly, gasping for air. âi..i donât know what im doinâ, i just know i donât wanna stop.â his chest was rising and falling quickly.
âbaron.. i want⊠please take me to your room.â the whisper was so soft coming from your lips, hesitant too. you werenât sure if baron had actually had sex before, if you had to guess, youâd guess not.
âyeah.. i.. i can do thatâ barons voice was shaky, full of shock. he led you quietly by your hand until you reached his door. âit ainât much, sorry if itâs.. i dunno.. a mess?â
âbaron.. i donât care if itâs a mess. i just want you.â your free hand began to slide up his chest as he pushed the door open.
once you were inside, he stood rigidly twiddling with his fingers, ducking his head shyly before you moved forward to guide him back to his bed. barons room was small, and sparse. there was a full sized bed with a small nightstand, and a lamp that sat on top of it. his wallpaper was peeling, childlike sceneryâs of trees. yellow curtains hung over the two windows in his room, blocking out the outside world to create a private space for the love you were about to make.
the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed as you began to unbutton his overalls, pushing them down his body until the top part bunched at his waist. he was wearing a thin white t shirt under, it was so thin you could see the dark hair that was scattered underneath. âi ainât ever had nobody look at me like you do. like im.. somethinââ the admission made your heart clench, so you ran your hands into his messy tangled hair and whispered back âyou are something, baron. something to me at least.â
the words seemed to sink into him, relaxing his tall frame. he looked vulnerable, and incredibly earnest. âyouâre so beautiful. it kinda hurts to look atâya sometimes.â you felt your cheeks warm against at the compliment, god he was so sweet.
you gently guided him to lay down on the bed, climbing on top of him until your thighs straddled his hips. baron laid back with his hair fanned out, staring up at you with pure wonder in his eyes. you leaned down to kiss him again, his lips meeting yours halfway with a soft eager sigh. one of his hands moved to cup the back of your neck and you could feel the small tremor running in his veins. you moved to trace the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly until he raised his arms up obediently for you to take it off completely.
he was all pale skin, with dark hair scattering across his chest, and down the middle of his abdomen to lead towards the trail disappearing past his overalls. moles and freckles that looked like constellations scattered all over him as well, you wanted to kiss every one while you laid on his chest. he looked beautiful.
when your eyes finally left his chest to meet his again, he was blushing deeply. âi know i ainât much to look at butâŠâ you cut his self-conscious remarks off as you leaned down to kiss all over his chest, hot and open mouthed. you were trying to be slow and patient with him, but you couldnât help the undeniable hunger that shuddered through your frame at the sight of his chest hair. you were such a goner when it came to chest hair and happy trails. you pulled back only to take your top off, pulling it over your head quickly before leaning back down to his mouth. his hands went to your back, clutching and roaming the newly exposed skin eagerly. after a few minutes of clumsy fiddling, he finally managed to unclasp your bra. barons breath hitched audibly as it came off and you threw it on the floor.
his eyes were wide and glossy, lips parted in an open âOâ. âlord have mercy⊠i ainât ever seen anything like youâ he sounded breathless, soft brown eyes blinking rapidly.
you murmured as your hands went down to push his overalls off âyouâre sweet, baron. so sweet. like sugar.â his eyes were fixed on your hands pushing down his overalls, hips slightly lifting off the bed to assist.
the second his overalls came off and he was just in his boxers, you began slowly grinding against his bulge, feeling the full length of him against your clothed pussy. he was fully hard and straining against the thin fabric of his boxers which had a damp spot of pre-cum spreading already. each roll of your hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making his thighs and stomach clench.
barons voice trembled when he spoke again âi.. ainât ever done this before. im scared ill mess it up, but i wanna make you feel good. i wanna take care of ya. please, i wanna learn.â he was so fucking eager, you didnât have to check to know how wet you were. you adjusted yourself on his lap to pull your pants and panties down, then settled back over him, hovering. as you did so, baron quickly pulled his boxers down and kicked them to the side.
his cock was thick and pulsing, the head an angry red as it stood against his pale stomach. pre-cum smearing all over his happy trail. puppy dog eyes full of admiration as it trailed over your bare body âi ainât got the words..i.. lord.â he cut himself off as you shifted to stroke his cock slowly in your hand, guiding the tip to your glistening and throbbing pussy. a soft whine escaped your lips when you felt his tip glide over your folds, tilting your head back as the pleasure thrummed through your body.
âoh.. oh just.. wait a sec.. just.. go slow, please. i ainât gonna last if you-â he was panting now, mouth open and eyes wide. his hands flew to your hips to grip tightly, grounding himself as you began to sink down slowly, inch by inch, on his thick cock.
your hips moved slowly as you rode him, grinding back and forth his thick cock was fully inside you, stretching your pussy in ways you thought were unimaginable. you were pulling back almost entirely before sinking down to take every inch again, making him gasp with each slide. you were so wet that you could hear the slick sounds each time. baron was arching his back up, pressing further into you. helpless heavenly moans were leaving his pink lips. eyes were glazed in pleasure, and his mouth was open in a constant pant. âim.. im tryin real hard to be gentle. am.. am i doinâ alright?â
âmhmmmmmâ you moaned out as your head tilted back to expose your throat. âyouâre doing so good fâme, baron. soo good.â you kept your pace gentle, and slow. he already looked incredibly overwhelmed so you knew he would cum fast, and you wanted his cock to slide against your tight walls for as long as possible.
his hips twitched, jerking upwards clumsily in a reflex he didnât know how to control. barons cock was twitching and throbbing inside of you, sending pleasure all throughout your body, tightening in your lower stomach. every-time his eyes would flutter, heâd open them back up again immediately, not wanting to miss a second of the sight of you on top of him. his cock was deep inside you, each thrust of him making your nerves feel like theyâre on fire.
a faint sheen of sweat was on barons forehead, stray pieces of hair sticking to his flushed skin as his breathing became heavier. his long hair fanned out messily against the blue comforter as your hands continued to run through it softly. âdo- donât stop, darlin.. pleaaaaseâ his voice was a soft whine that became a moan as his release began to build with each gentle rock of your hips.
one of your hands traveled from his long hair to your clit, rubbing tight small circles as you felt the pleasure build in your body. baron seemed captivated and stunned by the action, his eyes now locked on your fingers. you were gasping and moaning above him, small incoherent sounds before his curiosity got the best of him. his lower lip was caught between his teeth as he whispered âlet me try, i wanna make you feel good.â one of his hands slid down your hip until it rested just on top of yours, learning the rythym of your movements.
his hand was calloused, but so big. the second his thumb made contact with your sensitive clit, your body jolted. you guided his hand faster and faster, desperate for a release. desperate to reward him for his eagerness. the roughness of his fingers created a perfect friction, your legs beginning to tremble as heat began to take over your body. âbaron.. oh god.. baby⊠baby right there..â
your words started to stutter as you felt the pleasure wracking your frame, taking over in pure bliss. your back arched against him, hips moving frantically before you shuddered. pussy clenching around baron tightly, and a gasp left his lips. barons eyes rolled back as he fought for control, trying to hold on by a thread. the feeling of you clenching, combined with the gentle rocking of your hips was pushing him towards the edge quickly.
âi aint ever seen nothinâ more perfectâŠâ his voice was shaky with disbelief, like he couldnât quite believe his fingers brought you to your orgasm.
âi caint.. darlin.. im gonnaâŠâ his breath was quicker now, panting heavily as his hands started to tremble on your hips, scrambling to grasp them even tighter and digging into your skin. his entire body tensed and arched up, a choked moan coming out as his thick cum filled you entirely, pulsing deeply and painting your insides white before he breathlessly collapsed back onto the sheets.
barons long arms wrapped around you as you slowly lifted your body up, hands on his chest to support yourself. his softening cock fell out of you and rested against his stomach as you fell beside him to lay your head on his chest, catching your breath.
âi donât think my hearts ever beat that fast.â a small dazed smile was playing on his lips as his hand came up to card through your hair. you pressed your lips softly to his chest, letting them linger there for a moment before whispering to his damp skin âyouâre perfect, baron.â
his head came down to nuzzle his cheek against your hair. you donât think youâd ever seen him so soft and happy, like he was floating. âi ainât ever gonna forget this. forget you.â
âwell good thing you donât have to, hm? im not going anywhere.â you said it as sincere as possible, and you meant it. you didnât plan on going anywhere. not away from baron, not away from his sick mother, not away from this house and not away from this shabby town if this is where heâd be.
you leaned your head up to find his lips, kissing them gently before pulling back to just rest your forehead against his. his hand tightened in your hair, a silent plea to just stay close to him. your breath mingling together as you stayed pressed with no space in between.
âjust let me stay right here a while longer.â you whispered quietly against his lips.
his eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes casting shadows under his pink cheeks as a soft peaceful smile formed on his lips âainât no place id rather beâ
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for my perfect baby emilie. i love you.
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