summary: your boyfriend eddie lets the other guys borrow you
tw: SMUT!, PnV sex, gangbang, blowjob, several creampies (wrap it before you tap it guys), choking, rough sex, slapping, degrading nicknames, praising, dirty talk, exhibitionism, heavy overstimulation, boyfriend!Eddie Munson, non canon compliant
contains: eddie munson, steve harrington, jonathan byers, and billy hargrove
a/n: this was not proof read and also i thought of this in the middle of the night and i needed to write it down so im not coming back officially lmao
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You don’t know how you got in this situation. No, you did. Your boyfriend, who could get anything he wanted from you with his brown puppy eyes and devilish smirk that always showed if he had a mischievous idea, had convinced you.
Eddie Munson.
The very reason you were confident enough in your sexuality to even do this.
Eddie was always one to be protective and want you all to himself but he must’ve had a young-life crisis because one night when you two were cuddling he pitched the kinkiest idea he ever had.
A free use gangbang with him and his… acquaintances?
So the situation you found yourself in was in Steve Harrington’s spacious house. His parents were out of town and his house was a stark contrast to Eddie’s trailer. You preferred Eddie’s intimate space. The group of guys that Eddie had collected were the most random group of individuals.
You sat on one of Steve’s nice quality couches in the living room. All the curtains were drawn and all windows closed to provide privacy. Eddie, Steve, Jonathan Byers, and Billy Hargrove were standing around you all staring down as if analyzing you wondering what to do with you.
You didn’t even question how Eddie got Billy to come. Steve probably got invited by Eddie who then invited Jonathan… how it got to Billy you didn’t know. But you weren’t complaining. You always found him attractive like every other girl.
Eddie stepped forward, uncrossing his arms. He caressed your cheek holding your chin gently in his hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?” He asks you intimately. You nod already feeling the familiar fog of lust coming over you. He kisses you with passion seeping from it but also a sense of comfort to let you know you could always back out of this. He waved his hand to the other guys who all sit down on the plush chairs or loveseat.
They all unzip their pants not even glancing at one another. They were just there to aid in ruining you. Jonathan and Steve take off their jeans and begin to stoke their hardening cocks slowly. Billy keeps his tight jeans on but shoves the down enough for his cock to pop out and he soon does the same.
Eddie, meanwhile, prepares you. You stand and strip completely in front of all of them. Your ass was round and your tits perky; it was obvious why Eddie was obsessed with you and it showed right now. He bit down on his lip and ran his hands over you before sitting you back down on the couch.
He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs apart letting the other guys see your beautiful pussy that looked far too innocent for what you were doing. He kissed along your thigh leave large purple marks as his fingers came to slowly rub through your wet folds.
You whimper and nudge your hips forward for more. He moves from giving kissing on your thigh to start licking up your juices already soaking in between your thighs. His tongue moved expertly and quickly, flicking your bud occasionally.
You gasp and throw your head back. You can’t control the sounds that come from your lips. If you knew you had the house all to yourself you always were ten times louder. You dig your fingers into Eddie’s curls but you don’t even have time to pull at them before he pulls away, satisfied with how wet you were now.
You pout slightly as he walks to the side and gestures to Steve for him to start. Despite Steve’s normal arrogant facade, he looked nervous. This was a very abnormal situation.
He stands up his cock now fully hard and walks over to you. Your legs were still spread and seeing that made Steve’s nervous visible fade. He got on the couch on his knees and placed his hands firmly under your thighs, bringing you toward him with a pull.
He moved his hands to press down on your thigh keeping your legs spread as wide as they could on the couch. He ran his cock over your arousal mixed with Eddie’s saliva. You fidgeted under him and whined as you bucked your hips. Steve placed a firm hand on your stomach to keep you still as he slowly pushed his tip into you.
You made a noise in between a gasp and a sigh of relief. Steve was around the same size as Eddie so you were used to the fullness he provided. The moment he bottomed out into you, you squirmed. His hand on your stomach pressed harder as he began moving his hips back and forth quickly picking up a deep and steady pace. Not ruthless but it was deep enough that it didn’t need to be.
You claw at the couch and roll your eyes to the back of your head. “God…” you moan softly. You look up at Steve whose brow was furrowed together as he pounded into you with still a level of intimacy that he seemed to carry to any girl.
He groaned loudly and lowered his chest down to touch yours as he went skin to skin with you. His hand on your stomach went to bring both of your hands above your head while the other squeezed your tits roughly. He was all passion and while it was rough there was still a sense of meaning behind it.
“Fuck… you feel so good.” He whispered in your ear causing you to moan loudly. His thrusts began to get quicker and shallower as he got close so you wrapped your legs around his waist and forced him to go deeper inside you.
You both made vulgar sounds of pleasure at your action. He pulled at your hair and dug his nails into the skin of the wrists he was holding. Each thrust you whimpered as he forced himself deeper each time.
“How is she?” Billy asked from a chair as he wet his hand and continued to pleasure himself while watching.
Steve replied by his jaw dropping and moaning loudly into your shoulder. Your legs shook as you felt yourself getting close and you could tell he was too. He then hit a certain spot in the very depths of your core and let out a scream as you came.
“Fuck! Steve!” You cried out arching your back as your pussy clenched around Steve’s cock that still thrusted into you. Your orgasm caused his as well and he was a sweaty, panting mess as he buried himself inside you sending rope after rope of his cum.
“Holy shit…” he gasped trying to regain his breath as his chest heaved. He slowly disconnected himself from you and stood up to collapse back in the loveseat he had occupied. He looked over at Eddie who wasn’t touching himself and was simply observing. But there was a very large tent in his tight black jeans.
“Dude…” Steve gasped and Eddie smirked at him.
“Told you. She sucks the life outta you.” Eddie stated and looked at you with admiration as you caught your breath.
Eddie waved again signaling for the next guy to go up. Jonathan stood up in an instant and rushed to sit on the couch. He half helped half yanked you onto his lap to straddle his hips.
He forced you down onto him with a quick need that was clear as day in his eyes. You whimpered and dug your head into his shoulder as he began sloppily thrusting up into you.
You were already overstimulated and in a sex daze so you were on cloud nine. Steve’s seed leaked out from you and onto Jonathan’s cock acting as a lube. That just made him move faster as he bucked his hips up.
You let out a cry at the sudden movement. You dug your nails into his opposite shoulder but they soon went to his hair to pull at it. He whimpered loudly as his head went back. The action caused his desperate pace to slow down.
You whine and begin to grind against him. Your stomach was burning and Jonathan’s cock rubbing against your g spot constantly was not helping, but you were so cock drunk after just two that you didn’t care.
You brace yourself against the couch as you grind harder on him. His hands go to play with your tits as they pull at your nipples and roll them between his fingers. You throw your head back when he puts one of them in between his lips.
“Jonathan…” you whimper becoming more desperate. His grip on you got tighter and his teeth seethed together signaling he was close. Your legs were shaking from overstimulation as well as exhaustion from moving so roughly. You didn’t let up as you both desperately chased your highs.
His moans gradually got louder as his hands move to dig into your hips and guide you to do even deeper. He then suddenly stills your movements as he jerks up into you and his cum spills into you and drips out onto his pelvis.
His groan echoed in the house as he threw his head back. His hips stay up like that for a couple beats before he did a couple slow thrusts to chase down from his high. Your building orgasm had been shoved aside leaving you disappointed.
Once he caught his breath for the most part, he slowly lifted you off him because you were too shaken to do it yourself. He rests you back onto the couch going to sit back down with his cum still dripping down your thigh with Steve’s.
Then it was Billy’s turn. Eddie gestured him over and Billy wasted no time. He flipped you around despite you barely being able to keep yourself upright on your knees. He shoved you against the back of the couch facing away from him.
He lapped up your arousal and the three rounds of cum on his thick and overwhelming tip. He shove himself in and began a brutal pace. It was as fast as Jonathan’s but in no way desperate. It was rough and disconnected hunger.
You let out a scream as you try to flinch away but he keeps you in place by grabbing one of your arms and keeping your back pressed down. He was much thicker than any cock you had ever had making it a new type of sensation as he basically split you in half.
Tears cloud your eyes at the constant overstimulation and the pain mixed with pleasure Billy’s cock provided. The unfinished orgasm you had started to arise within less than a minute.
“Fuck I’m gonna come!” You cry out clutching the couch for support. Billy reached around and smacked your clit roughly. You let out a yelp in surprise.
“Ah ah. You better not fucking come.” He hiss in your ear and you whimper loudly. His thrusts somehow get deeper as he places a hand around your throat and brings you to his chest.
“Please.” The tears that were threatening your eyes were now freely flowing. Billy shake his head and you let out a sob as your entire body trembles. He didn’t seem like he was close and you knew you were going to break any second.
He pulls your hair sending your head back even further and that little bit was all it took. Your vision blacked out for a minute as you came a second time. All you could do was whimper over and over again.
You were brought back by Billy smacking your ass roughly causing a yelp to come from your lips. Your throbbing pussy was numb as you squirmed. It was then left empty when he slipped his cock out abruptly.
You let out a shaky breath but it was cut short by him turning you around and shoving you to the floor so you were on your knees. You had to clutch onto the couch behind you to keep yourself up.
Billy grabbed you by the back of the head and guided you to wrap your lips around his cock. You mindlessly began to suck and lather his cock with love from your mouth.
“Fuck that pretty little mouth is so practiced ain’t it? You fucking slut.” He cursed slapping your cheek before holding your head still. He began thrusting into your mouth as you dug your nails into his thighs. You gagged several times as you shut your eyes, tears still flowing freely as they smudged your mascara.
He groaned, a deep and low vibration coming from his chest as he clutched your hair tighter. “God this throat is so good.” He whispered as his pace quickened. Saliva dripped from your mouth onto the living room carpet as your throat got bruised by the brutal pace of hitting the back of your throat.
Pain shot through you as his grip on your hair somehow got tighter as his body tensed. He gasped shortly a couple times as his hot and salt cum spilled down your throat leaving no arguments for spitting it out. You gag again but swallow it all as he pulls out of your mouth.
He walks back to his chair without a word and sits down, pulling his zipper back up. You were left shaking and completely fucked out on the floor. You caught your breath as your chest heaved your nipples still hard.
Eddie then walked over to you his pants now discarded on the floor. He squeezed your chin with a small smirk. He helped you back onto the couch and laid you down across it.
“You do so good, sweetheart. Just me left do you think you can do that?” He purred, kissing your neck. You were still gasping for breath but you nodded somewhere in between.
“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear and guided his painfully hard cock to slowly slip inside you. You wince and whine lowly, your pussy utterly destroyed.
“Eddie-“ you let out a small cry as tears still spill down your face.
“I know it hurts, baby.” He soothed, caressing your cheek. He slowly begins to move and after the first five you get used to his size again. After another five the pain you were experiencing went away.
You keep your eyes closed as you dig your nails into Eddie’s tattooed arms. You whimpered at every slow but deep thrust. It was torturous but also perfect at the same time. It was calming after Billy.
“Open those pretty eyes.” He demanded but his voice was still soft. You slowly open your eyes the color in them now much more pronounced due to your crying. Your mascara was streaked down your face and around your eyes. Your mind was in such a daze that when he reached out his thumb you did your instinct and began sucking on it.
His thrusts got slightly faster as he groaned his guitar pick necklace slapping your face but you always loved that. You felt another orgasm in the bottom of your stomach and you moaned softly but at this point all of your sounds came out as whines.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer causing him to go deeper. You whimpered loudly an dig your nails deeper into his arms.
“Fuck… Eddie, baby. I’m going to come again.” You whispered your voice trembling.
“Come again for me. Come on.” He replies as his thrusts went even deeper knowing that that’s what triggered you. His pace started to get faster and slightly sporadic signaling he was also close.
You arch your back clutching onto him desperately. You turn into a mumbling mess as you repeat Eddie’s names and nicknames as well as praising how good his cock felt inside you.
Your words cause him to moan into your hair and empty his long awaited load inside you. The feeling of your third cream pie triggers your final release. You can’t even squirm or shake. You just whimper over and over again an tense slightly.
Eddie brushes some hair away from your sweaty face as he stares down at you in admiration. He slowly pulls out of you his cock covered in three different people’s cum. He stands slowly and looks at the other guys who all had their clothes on now and were simply watching.
Eddie kneels down next to the couch and runs his thumb over your cheekbone. You were trembling, sweating, and panting relentlessly. There was a large puddle on the couch where all the cum and arousal gathered.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie verifies and you nod slowly. You couldn’t get out words but your expression said it all.
"I don't get it, Carlisle. In what way are they qualified to take care of her?" Paige's hearing picked up from the kitchen as she ate a luxurious lunch.
"Rosalie, stop it. They helped us; they protected Bella and Renesmee," Esme whispered, and Rosalie scoffed. Paige set her fork down on the table and pushed her chicken away as she walked to the living room. The minute she entered, the room fell silent.
Rosalie clutched onto Renesmee like a life support system with Emmett by her side, looking down at his niece. Esme and Carlisle sat across from them on the couch, with Esme gradually shaking her head. "Did I miss anything?" Paige asked, walking over to Rosalie and reaching out to Renesmee.
Rosalie quickly drew back, and Paige glared at her. Once the vampire had calmed down, she let Paige gently stroke Renesmee's cheek. The baby girl woke from her soft slumber in Rosalie's arms, and her wide eyes looked up at Paige. Renesmee cooed with a melting smile as she was slightly fussing in Rosalie's arms.
Paige tried to take Renesmee from the blonde, who stood up in an instant. "What are you doing?" Paige said, trying to hold back the judgment from her tone.
"What are you doing?"
"Okay, let's not get in a fight, alright?" Jasper soothed as he and Alice entered, Rosalie and Paige felt a wave of serenity wash over them, and they both huffed.
Just then, Jake walked in with Bella and Edward a few meters behind him as they returned from Bella's first hunt. Jake didn't hesitate to go over to Rosalie and admire Renesmee. When Bella and Edward finally walked in, Esme stepped forward, the tension in the room crumbling.
"Welcome to the family," she glowed, and Bella blushed as she awkwardly crossed her hands in front of her.
"You look amazing, Bella," Alice said.
"Someone's been waiting to meet you," Carlisle stepped aside to reveal the three huddled around Renesmee.
"Rose," Bella called, and Rosalie turned around, revealing Renesmee. She gladly handed Bella her daughter, making Paige hold back a scoff at her change of behavior.
Then Renesmee lifted her small hand to Bella's cheek, who zoned out. When she returned, she had one question. "What was that?"
"She showed you the first memory she has of you," Edward explained.
"Showed me? How?"
Edward laughed. "How do I hear thoughts? How does Alice see the future? She's gifted."
"I've only been out for two days?" Bella asked, noticing how old she already looked for a two-day-old. Paige noticed Jake glance at her as his muscles tensed.
"Her growth rate is unprecedented," Carlisle mentioned.
"All right. That's enough experimenting for one day," Jake said, sounding so overprotective that it was almost a hiss. He went to reach for Renesmee when Edward called his name.
"She's doing great," he stated with a slight scowl.
"Yeah. Let's not push it, though," Paige stepped in, getting closer to Bella as well and trying to reach for Renesmee.
"What's your problem?" Bella snapped, and both werewolves froze.
"Oh. Do tell her, love birds," Rosalie spoke up, and the imprints gulped.
"This should be good," Emmett teased.
"Hold on a second. Bella," Edward grabbed Renesmee from Bella's arms as she eyed Paige and Jake.
Paige scratched the back of her neck. "Look, it was a wolf thing," Jake started.
"What's a wolf thing?"
"Erm- well, Sam was going to-, and you were well... we didn't know for sure, so.... we knew Edward couldn't do it by himself. Renesmee needed at least a mother, Bella," Paige trailed off, waiting to be screamed at for taking guardianship of Renesmee without Bella or Edward's permission.
"Take Renesmee out of the room," Bella seethed as Edward walked over to his wife and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Edward, don't touch me right now. I don't want to hurt you," Edward backed away, and the werewolves felt their hearts drop.
Bella snatched onto the back of Jake and Paige's necks, dragging them outside as they grunted in pain. She chucked them outside as they stumbled up.
"You stole my daughter?" Bella yelled.
"There wasn't really any other option! And we didn't steal her!" Paige said just as loud back.
"She's my baby!"
"And she needed parents!" Jacob yelled, gesturing to her and Edward. "We couldn't just abandon her! You wouldn't let us live if we did!"
"I'm still debating it," Edward mumbled with a sneer.
"I've held her once! One time! And already you two think you can take her from me? That she's your daughter?" Jake tried to shake his head but couldn't bring himself to do it. "She's mine!"
She then hit Jake in the gut, who fell to the ground, making Paige step forward, furious at her sister.
They heard several growls and turned to see Leah and Seth. "It's fine, Leah," Jake said, and the two wolves stopped.
"You're gonna stay away from her," Bella cut back in.
"You know we can't do that," Paige said harshly, only to receive a hard punch to the stomach. She rolled into a tree as Seth and Leah growled loudly. Jake helped her up, making sure she was okay.
"Stop her, Edward," Esme whispered.
"They said it's fine. She's amazing, right?" Edward exclaimed.
Jake stood all the way up, supporting Paige with an arm around her. "Do you remember how much you wanted to be around us three days ago? That's gone now, right?"
"Long gone."
"Because it was her. Ever since she was born, it was Nessie who wanted us there," Jake explained.
"Nessie? You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness monster?" Bella screamed, about to move toward the couple again, when a wolf blocked her. Paige looked toward Leah and Seth, who were on edge but hadn't moved. Bella flung the wolf into a tree, and it whimpered loudly.
Paige recognized that whimper. She ran over to the injured grey wolf and knelt down. "Ryland, are you okay?" Ryland whined as Leah and Seth guarded him, and Jake joined Paige's side.
Paige slowly turned back to Bella and the Cullens. "Bella, you know us better than anyone. All we want is for Ness... Renesmee to be safe. Happy," she said softly, almost sounding pleading. Bella sighed before walking inside with Edward and the Cullens. Paige and Jake turned back to Ryland, who was now getting up.
"Why are you here? You're supposed to be in Montana," Paige scolded before she heard leaves crunching in the woods. The Black wolves all snapped around to see three more wolves emerge. One had the familiar build and dark fur of Dakoda, another smaller with the same colored coat, and the last being the smallest and beige.
"Why.... why are you guys back?"
"We knew our true leader," Ashton said, and Paige smiled.
"But Mika-"
"Is alright. They are great back there. But Ry and I knew Forks was our home," Chloe's bubbly voice piped up. "Dakoda and Ashton just tagged along. We are now lone wolves looking for an Alpha. And we hoped that you would take that position again."
Ashton and Dakoda let out puppy cries making Paige chuckle. "Sure, sure, fine! But Dakoda and Ashton will have to find a place to stay."
"Already have it sorted out," Dakoda said.
"So..." Jake trailed off, and Paige looked toward him again. "Why are they back exactly?"
You had been horny all day and your boyfriend had been paying too much attention to his games to notice your needs. Granted, you had left him alone despite being desperate for attention so he didn’t know but you were still very much frustrated. You were trying to let time pass and for the burning in your stomach to go away but it kept building every fraction of a movement you made.
So that’s how you found yourself walking to Harry’s room and interrupting his yelling at the screen. “Oi what the fuck are you doin’! Y’re a fuckin’ idiot, Niall!” He yelled as his fingers moved rapidly across the gaming counsel. And people wondered how a “nerd” like Harry provided such pleasure to you.
You leaned over his chair and started sucking on his neck as he jumped, looking at you for a split second before returning to his game. “Hey, lovie, what’d you need?”
You heard feedback come from his headset after what he said, most likely your brother scolding Harry about being corny with you. “’m horny,” you whined.
“Lemme finish this game, alright?” He said softly. “Zayn, piss off!” He shouted with a small chuckle as you ignored his request and walked around his chair. You took off his headset and his eyes widened once you straddled his lap.
“Gotta ride you now,” you mumbled with a pout and he sighed. You raised yourself enough to tug down his sweatpants and boxers so his semi-hard cock was exposed. His arms wrapped around you with his controller in front as he tried to continue playing.
You stroked him rapidly to harden him up and it didn’t take long for precum to leak from his tip and him to become hard. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you moved your shorts and underwear aside and sunk down on him with a long moan. “Shhh, lovie. Don’t want my mic pickin’ y’re beautiful moans up,” Harry whispered and you nodded while beginning to bounce up and down on him.
“You feel s’good,” you slurred into his neck and he grunted. You tugged on his hair and moaned again despite his warning from before.
“Tha’s it jus’ like that,” he praised and you whimpered while moving faster.
“Harry!” An Irish voice said from Harry’s headset. You two ignored it and Harry threw his controller aside and grabbed your hips instead.
“Shit y’re so big. I’ve been so horny all day,” you said and he groaned as a reply.
“You gotta come to me. I’ll always help yeh,” he hissed as his chair began making noises of protest against how violent of movements you were making.
“Harry!” Another voice, this one English, shouted.
“Fuck ‘m gonna cum, lovie,” Harry panted and you agreed.
“Harry! What the fuck are yeh doing?”
“Pay attention! Y’re gettin’ killed you donut!”
“Harry!”
“Fuck ‘m comin’,” Harry announced and both of you moaned as you reached your highs. He came inside of you while you trembled over him.
“Shit,” you shook and he gently pulled out of you and pushed some hair strands away from your sweaty face. He kissed your lips but your moment was interrupted by four voices screaming at Harry from his headset.
You got off him as you tried to keep your legs from wobbling as he picked up his headset and leaned into his mic. “Sorry, lads, I was fuckin’ my girl and ‘m gonna hav’ to sign off early,” Zayn’s thunderous yells could be heard until Harry shut down his game with a smirk.
“He’s gonna kill you,” you said and he shrugged, making his way back over to you.
a/n: this is VERY not safe for work. i would NOT recommend reading with anyone nearby. and i 100% blame louis.
warnings: HEAVY daddy kink. slight dumbification. sort of cum-play? oral sex (male receiving). masturbation (female receiving). louis being hella' dom.
word count: 1,7k+
“look at yeh, pup,” he whispers, close to my ear, hand lost inside my panties, two fingers deep in me. “does it feel good?”
in the mirror, i could see his proud smile, the strain of his muscles working, the tattoos glistening under the dim light of the bathroom. my skin was covered by marks, red patches where he sucked and bit, handprints on my hips, flushed cheeks from exertion… i had it all.
louis teeths the flesh of my shoulder, the pad of his thumb pressing down on me, a wave of syrupy pleasure floating just around the borders of my brain. i nod a meek and frail motion, enough for him to roll his eyes.
“use you big girl words, sweetheart,” only the tips of his fingers are inside me, not nearly enough. i whine, it's a pathetic sound, his free hand, the one on my breast, wraps around my neck. “not good enough. c’mon, be good for daddy.”
his warm breath lures me in like a dumb fish to the bait. i want to scream, and cry, and laugh. all at the same time. he’d made me fall apart four times before, bent against the sink, spread open on the bed, propped up on the kitchen table, and against the front door. now aiming for the fifth, i didn’t think i had enough in me to give what he wanted.
louis sometimes goes into those moods. sex-crazed, treat-me-like-a-pillow-princess moods and he pulls these. insatiable. i’m left leaking cum, unable to sit down for days, mostly because of the spanking, but also the rough way he gave it to me, sliding in and out so hard pain mixture with pleasure.
“yes, daddy,” i finally say, eyes drooping, sweat coating my forehead, stray hairs glued to it. he kisses my cheek, mumbling words of praise, sinking deep within me again, gentler this time. i gasp and grip the cold marble surface. “fuck, daddy, ‘m gonna’ cum again.”
“yeah, pup? then beg for it, beg for daddy to let you cum,” his hand presses my neck again, my head spinning with how much i was feeling all at once. the weight of his words looming over my brain, the skilful fingers still working on me, slow and firm. i try to spit up an answer, a pleading, anything, anything, but all that comes out is a ridiculous ‘please’. “dumb pup, can’t even ask for things, can yeh? say ‘please, daddy, please let me cum.’”
“please, please, daddy,” he manages to slip another finger, three, and i feel full, stretched out, the numbness beginning on the tip of my toes. “please let me cum, please, daddy.”
“that’s perfect, pup, good girl,” tears are streaming down my cheeks, i realise, and he kisses them anyway, nose on my temple, thumb tracing o-shaped patterns where i’m soaked with desire, thrumming with pent-up energy. ready to burst.
when it comes, it hits me hard. he wraps an arm around my waistline, i can feel his hard dick against me, throbbing, still constricted by the loose cotton tracksuit he had on. i feel his warm breath near my ear, the words falling void of any true meaning. i feel his rough hand, squelching when going in and out, guiding me through the high, then back down.
my head lolls back, on his shoulder, and i whisper a quiet thank you. he turns me to face him, lips meeting mine in a peaceful kiss, it tastes like beer, and like cinnamon cookies. his body was so warm too, i felt the urge to cling to him, which i did.
“come on, lovie, let’s get yeh t’bed, yeh need to rest.”
“no.”
“no? come on, babe, yeh’re so tired.”
“you didn’t cum, daddy,” i reply, shaking when he moves away. “you have to cum, too.”
“don’t have to, angel, we’ll do it in the morning, ‘kay?”
i go down to my knees, still dizzy with the rush of endorphins. before he protests, i kiss his tummy, just below the belly button. i kiss the stretched belly from drinking too much beer. the belly that pokes his loose tees. the belly that feels so nice when i ride him. i have a thing for it, and he knows, a smug smirk all over his face.
“sweetheart…” his hand finds my face, guiding my gaze up, one thumb slipping inside. “yeh need t’learn to accept a ‘no’.”
“not fair,” it slips out like a child throwing a tantrum. i palm him, feeling him, heavy on my hand, scorching. there’s a small stain on his pants, spit starts to gather in my mouth, i want the taste of him on the tip of my tongue. “not fair you made me cum five times, and i can’t make you cum once. bad pup.”
“shh, shh, not bad, lovie, yeh so good t’me, so good t’daddy, yeh know?”
hooking my fingers on the waistband, i pull it down, his hard cock brushing my lips briefly when free from the tight piece of clothing. louis groans, rolling his eyes, then sighs, i know he’s given up, that he’ll give me whatever the fuck i want. a little smile bubbles up when i grabbed him by the base, gentle and soft, and start stroking him, shaking with how much i wanted him.
spitting on my hand, i go up and down once, then twice, to get him all nice and wet, then i start, flattening my tongue under the tip of his cock, salt-flavoured pre-cum all over my tastebuds. i’d never get over how much i loved to have a taste, have him deep inside my throat, gasping for air, and gag around him. especially when i looked up, and saw his face, all scrunched up, the swears coming out disjointed, between low grunts.
i hollow my cheeks, sliding even further down, breathing through my nose, or at least trying to. his right hand goes to my hair, all loose, spilling in wild strands. dark-blue is locked on me, tugging the fistful he grabbed, i moan around him, getting all slick again, bits of my brain trying to make me understand i couldn’t take it anymore, i would probably pass out.
his hips move towards my face, and i let him face-fuck me, both hands now on my face, guiding me. then louis pushes me away, my face a mess of saliva and tears. he looks down for a moment, letting me breathe, in quick puffs of air, his chest swell with pride, beholding the art he created. a pure angel he broke apart and corrupted.
my knees start to ache, but i dismiss it, opening my mouth again, urging him to give it back to me, which he does. i lick down to his balls, sucking on them, reaching a whole new state of blissfulness when he moans my name over and over. and he never calls me by my name. i’m satiated, content, to know i’m pleasing him.
“holy fuck, pup, that mouth, shit,” louis squeezes my shoulders, throwing his head back. “‘m gonna’ cum.”
i swallow him again, taking as much of him as i could fit, curling my lips inward so my teeth wouldn’t graze the delicate skin. i felt it thrum, in my mouth, in my hands. i knew he wouldn’t last long, that he’d let it go soon. and i wanted him to. i wanted to be the one who would push him to the edge, having him dangling from my lips, holding on for dear life.
the sounds, oh my, the sounds, the voice a pinch lower, deeper, raspier. i squeeze my legs together, hopeful it would soothe the fire licking my skin, desire heavy on my tummy, at this point, i’ve let him take over, pushing me down to my breaking point, i sink my nails into the soft flesh of his hips. in a split, daring moment, i stare up at him.
he’s focused, hell burns when louis focuses. i tremble, unable to look away from him, stuck on those blown-out blue eyes. his hips stutter.
“gonna’ cum, pup.” it’s a strained whisper, almost painful. “‘s okay if daddy cums all over that pretty face?”
“yes, please, daddy,” i gasp out, a string of saliva linking his cockhead and my bottom lip.
when he does it, not much longer after, a wounded-animal moan comes out of him, his grip tightening. hot, heavy spend against my lips, and my cheeks, and my chin. i feel him everywhere, scalding, burning up to a 100 degrees fever. i take him again, nursing, milking out whatever was left.
louis lets me, too spent and tired.
a quiet moment follows, then i sway on my knees, falling to the ground. i laugh, and he does too, kneeling to be face to face with me.
“look at yeh, so pretty,” he says, smearing his cum on my face further, then into my mouth. the taste of him makes me sigh, sucking on his thumb. “good, lovie?”
“mmhm,” the weight of everything starts to down on me, i realise. “want more, daddy? i can give daddy more.”
he shakes his head, standing up to fetch wet tissues from under the sink, inside the wooden cabinet. i’m still dazed when he starts wiping my face clean, not quite registering that it’s time to step out of the games and go back to reality, so i try to palm him, getting him going again.
“please, daddy,” i whimper, soft and mellow.
“‘m not daddy, ‘m louis, baby,”
when he finishes cleaning me up, he helps me up, then half carries me back to the bedroom, lying me down on the bed with care. i prop myself up on my elbows, sleep-drunk, but all the same willing to give him anything he wanted. louis lies down next to me, glistening with sweat, hair dishevelled. never looked more gorgeous. a sight for sore eyes. mine.
“lovie, are yeh okay?”
“yes, daddy.”
“c’mon, not daddy, hmm? louis.”
“daddy.”
louis kisses me then, a soft brush of lips, not nearly enough to encompass the amount of care he felt for me. i clung to him like a lost child, tears fresh on my cheeks. i love him so much it hurts.
“please don’t cry, sweets, ‘m here, i love yeh.”
“i love you,” i whisper his name, testing it out, as if it’s the first time i’m saying, he smiles, hugging me further.
i fall asleep between his arms, drifting into unconsciousness wrapped up in our little bubble, never happier than to be there, a tangled sweaty mess with the love of my life.
