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@doom-bunnies request x cheating on Brooks with Eric

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4.1k words. NSFW Content. M/F smut, containing: nipple play, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, biting, choking, rough unprotected sex, and, of course, infidelity.

Smoke drifted lazily from a pair of cigarettes left abandoned in an ashtray. Slowly, they crumbled, combining into ash that floated in the stuffy air or settled against the cold ceramic beneath them. The filters slid against the edge of the bowl until they touched, cherries at the tips burning a soft orange in the low light of the bedroom. Sitting on top of a dresser, surrounded by haphazardly stacked CD cases, a stereo pumped out heavy bass that rumbled through the floor, in a desperate attempt to mask the sounds of the two teenagers making out on the bed. Hands wandered, long, thin fingers sliding under clothing, roughly squeezing at flesh, digging into skin. Lips touched and mouths parted wetly, teeth clacking together: a gentle, guiding rhythm clashing with aggressive but uncoordinated passion. Front teeth scraped against a bottom lip before biting down slightly too hard, eliciting a quiet gasp of pain. The pair separated, laboured breaths mingling in the space between them, the boy’s eyes darting over the face of the girl beneath him, one of his hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Her lips were swollen, glazed with a mixture of their saliva, a subtle bruising beginning to spread under the skin. How long had he wanted her like this? Long enough was the answer, and he wasn’t planning on wasting any more time. Especially not when he was already on bad terms with the guy she was seeing.

His expression darkened at the thought, his lips pulling back from his teeth in an imitation of a snarl. He dipped his head, hiding the flicker of rage that crossed his features by tugging down her t-shirt and sinking his teeth into the skin of her neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salty sweat beginning to bead along her clavicle, and relished in the way it complemented the sweetness of her skin. Don’t mark me, she’d told him, I can’t let Brooks see. Too late now, he thought smugly, sealing his lips around flesh he’d bitten down on, sucking hard, attempting to leave her with a dark hickey. He just hoped he was doing it right: he could feel her squirming against him, her hands raking through his hair. The sensation of her nails against his scalp sent a thrill down his spine that raised the hair on his arms. Releasing her skin with a soft pop, he admired his handiwork, watching the vivid redness bloom: rose petals unfurling. Leaning back in, he pressed his lips against the soft column of her neck, tongue swirling over her pulse point. The rapid thrumming of her heart mirrored his own, a pair of doves beating their wings against the bones of their ribcages. His nose brushed along her jawline as he continued worshipping the smoothness of her skin with his lips and tongue, the breathy noises he was drawing from her stoking the fire pooling low in his stomach.

Fingers sinking into the plushness of her thighs, he spread her legs, her skirt bunching at her waist, and settled himself in between them. His cock had been semi-hard for most of their makeout session; the taste of her body enough to thicken the flesh until it throbbed in time with every fresh flood of blood that coursed under his skin. He’d slept with Y/N before, of course, but every time felt like his first time all over again. Lifting his face from her neck, he moved in to kiss her again, his nose bumping hers, once, twice, until her hands gently angled his head enough for their lips to touch. The moment the warmth of her mouth pressed against his, he devoured her, his tongue pushing eagerly past her lips, flattening on top of hers. Rolling his hips into her, he slid a hand back under her shirt, his long fingers squeezing at her breast through her bra, feeling her nipple hardening through the fabric. He massaged the soft flesh, moving his hand in subtle circles the way he’d seen guys do in porn. Their teeth clanked as he moved his head closer, before her hands pushed gently on his shoulders, a silent request for him to ease up. Breathing heavily, they parted, a string of saliva stretching the distance between them, a delicate thread that snapped as Y/N wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He watched her, eyes wide, fingers twitching slightly - were they itching to touch her again or was it just his nerves? - his chest rising and falling unsteadily. Had he done something wrong? He chewed on his bottom lip, scrutinising every subtle movement of her face. He couldn’t have screwed up this time, right? An image of their first time together, the night he lost his virginity, called for his attention: Y/N under him, the irregular sound of her moans, spilling from her with each disjointed snap of his hips.

The girl stretched lazily beneath him, dragging him out of his thoughts and self-doubt, looking up at him from underneath her eyelashes, her pupils dilated with lust. She spoke, her voice soft, edged with a quiet humour he had come to know meant he’d shown just how inexperienced he was: “Use less tongue next time, REB.”

Warmth pulsated through his cheeks, and he shifted slightly against her, unable to quite meet her eyes. He’d thought he’d done a good job this time, had wanted to hear her tell him how much she loved making out with him, how wet he’d made her. A dissatisfied grumble reverberated through his chest, and he bucked up into her, pressing the bulge of his rock-hard erection against her panties, ensuring to roll his hips just enough to tease but not pleasure. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip, suppressing either a moan or a smirk. He couldn’t tell which. Everything about her confused him, but he adored her regardless. The moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d been a goner, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d always tried to pretend that the fact she was dating Brooks hadn’t affected him, hadn’t made his blood run red hot or clouded his mind with rage. It’d been a subconscious thing at first, the way he’d stepped up to challenge the other boy’s claim on her, an action perhaps driven by a primal male need for dominance. A hand that lingered too long on her skin. Jumping to her defence before Brooks had even opened his mouth whenever Mike had tried to tease her. How his eyes had been drawn to her every time he’d made a joke, making sure she’d laughed at what he’d said. But none of that mattered anymore - he’d won their little dispute. Y/N was here, about to have sex with him, and had been having sex with him for almost a month.

His fingers returned to the bottom of her shirt - a soft, lacy thing that clung to her body. It was beautiful. He wanted it off of her. Bunching the fabric in his fists, he slid it up her body, watching her face for any sign that she wanted him to stop. Her eyebrow quirked, a smile creeping its way across her face: his hesitation always amused her. The smooth plane of her abdomen was exposed to him now, and he could feel the heat radiating from her flesh. Lips soothed over scorching flesh as he bowed his head, worshipping her body with open-mouthed kisses. His nose brushed against the underwire of her bra, and he gently pushed her shirt over her breasts, his hands sliding around her ribcage. Splaying over her back as he lifted her torso, his fingers brushed the one thing that he’d been the most nervous about dealing with - the dreaded bra clasp. Biting down on his bottom lip, he focused, grasping the two joined pieces of fabric and gently pushing them together. A slight loosening of the garment, but the bra stubbornly remained on. He must only have undone one of the clasps. Fumbling to regain his grip, he heard Y/N snicker softly near his ear. She was enjoying watching him struggle, of course. His face flamed again, and he redoubled his efforts: the fingers that could ever so carefully construct the mechanism of a pipe bomb rendered useless against a silly scrap of fabric. Y/N’s hands, cool against his, deftly unfastened the last clasp. He lowered her back down onto the mattress, watching as she tugged her clothes over her head, discarding them somewhere on the bedroom floor. The second her breasts were bare, his mouth went dry. God, they were so perfect. He’d never considered himself to be a boob guy - thighs were the sexiest part of a woman’s body - but the gorgeous tits in front of him made him reconsider every time he was allowed to see them. Reaching out, he cupped one of them in his hand, his fingers sinking easily into the buttery flesh, thumb brushing over her nipple. It hardened under his touch as he lightly circled over it, before pinching it between his fingers and tugging on it roughly. The action pulled a loud moan from the girl beneath him, the sound only just drowned out by the music still booming from the stereo. He glanced up at her, taking in the way her eyes squeezed closed, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks like the gossamer wings of a butterfly, and a cheeky grin spread across his face. Tilting his head down, he licked a slow strip along the underside of her breast, then up her sternum, and finally across to her other nipple, taking it into his mouth. His tongue lathed over the stiff peak, his teeth grazing the puckered skin before he pressed it against the roof of his mouth, sucking hard - the way he knew she liked. Her back arched, her hips shifting up into his. Pride surged through him, and he continued his lazy stimulation of her breasts, grinding his body down against hers in retaliation for the way she was moving under him, riling him up.

It was only when she began to tremble, her chest heaving, that he pulled away - instead kissing over her stomach, moving downwards towards her cunt. This was heaven to him, to be buried between the legs of the girl he loved, feasting on her flesh. But, alas, he couldn’t see her from here. The fabric of her skirt pooled over her crotch, hiding her pussy from him. That just wouldn’t do. Slipping the garment over her hips, he tugged it down her legs, his fingertips lightly grazing over the silken skin of her thighs, and discarded it on the floor. The sight before him was enough to make him salivate. His favourite pair of her panties, black, lacy, with thin little straps, the smallest amount of pubic hair poking through at the top… A soft, satisfied growl rumbled in his throat. His first instinct was to pounce on her, shove her panties out of the way and lose himself in the taste of her arousal. He’d done that the first time he’d eaten her out, devoured her like a man starved, made her cum on his face. Afterwards, she’d ribbed him about it, pointing out his obvious lack of coordination, but the blush that had spread across her cheeks had told him that she’d appreciated his enthusiasm. It seemed that Brooks hadn’t been cherishing her in the way that he did, couldn’t love her with as much passion. The thought of the other boy snapped him out of his thoughts, and he returned to his adoration of her body, brushing his lips along the side of her thigh, just above her knee. This preliminary teasing was always enjoyable - he could feel Y/N tensing under him as he kissed his way up to her pussy, her legs beginning to shake in anticipation. Of course, when he reached her panties, he simply placed a kiss over her clit. She whined, her hands suddenly in his hair, gripping the short strands and dragging him closer, pressing his nose against the soaked fabric of her underwear. Looking up at her from between her legs, his face shoved into her cunt, he gently prodded at her with his tongue, flicking it over her covered slit. His neglected cock throbbed in his jeans, the seam of his boxers pressing into his shaft, but he ignored it. She was what he was focusing on, and his pleasure would come from making her fall apart on his tongue.

Y/N was clearly desperate enough for him that the leisurely pace with which he was worshipping her was beginning to frustrate her. She pushed his head away and lifted her hips up from the bed, shimmying out of her panties, throwing them aside with a quiet scoff, before spreading her legs wide for him. All but begging for him. And of course, there was no way he was about to decline this wanton request. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply, relishing the subtle, musky scent, his nose brushing against the small bush of hair covering her. She hadn’t shaved, but he didn’t mind too much: he would eat her out regardless. His tongue dipped between her lips, and he licked upwards and over her clit, a broad stroke that intended to tease. A soft sigh in response. Spreading her open with his thumbs, he lapped at her again, enjoying the way she tasted - clean, sweet, a delicate flavour. A light kiss against her clit had her bucking into his face, her hands tugging at his hair, desperate for more. He couldn’t help but smile against her, glancing up at her through his eyelashes, taking in her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, a vision of a sex goddess. Returning his attention to her soaked cunt, he moved down towards her entrance, sinking one finger inside her, then two. He thrust them into her roughly, scissoring them, stretching her out, savouring the wet noise of a needy hole finally being filled. There was nothing hotter than hearing how aroused he’d made her, feeling it drip down his wrist as he finger-fucked her. Her moans were much louder now, and a sudden wave of confidence coursed through him. He was going to make her cum at least once tonight. His tongue back on her clit, he applied more pressure than before, working her over with his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Repositioning his hand, he increased the pace and felt a surge of satisfaction course through him as she let out a gasp. He must have done something right to have made her do that. Curling his fingers upwards again, he pressed on a spot inside her that made her moans increase in pitch with every thrust of his fingers. He was pretty sure he knew what that change meant: he was about to make her cum. And soon enough, her thighs clamped down around his head, her pussy squeezing down on his fingers as an orgasm rippled through her. The sound of her panting was like music to his ears. He eased his fingers out of her and sat back, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her face was flushed and sweaty, hair a tangled mess, splayed out over the pillow, eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss. His sweet little angel. His dick twitched in his jeans, demanding his attention. Standing up and tugging his belt loose, he unbuttoned his fly and let his pants sag to the floor. The relief was instantaneous, and he quickly discarded his boxers, watching as his cock bobbed obscenely, free of the fabric restraining it, the tip a deep red, the veins under the skin throbbing with every beat of his heart. His hands wandered, gripping the edges of the two shirts he wore, lifted them slightly - his fingertips brushing against the coarse pubic hair that covered his groin and lower abdomen - and then paused. Did he really want to show Y/N his chest? He imagined her reaction… or maybe she wouldn’t care about his deformity, or the ugly scar. What they had was more than some hookup, surely. His eyes flickered up to where she was lying prone on the bed, and met hers, seeing the question in her gaze.

He gestured awkwardly to the outer t-shirt. “Y/N… Do you mind if I…”

Stomach churning, he let his fingers return to the hem of his shirts, twisting themselves into the material. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears as he waited for her to respond. It wasn’t like him to be vulnerable like this, to actually let people in instead of pushing them away. But with her, he thought, maybe it’d be okay just this once. He wasn’t sure where this desire to open up had come from. Perhaps it was the intimacy of the moment: the heavy air, the scent of burning tobacco, the pulsing bass from the stereo, and those captivating eyes that stared at him from the bed. Perhaps it was just him, a result of the blossoming feelings beginning to grow within his insides. REB would call it weakness. Eric would call it love.

And Y/N… Y/N gave him a quick once-over and shrugged. “I don’t care, Eric. Do whatever you want.”

The fabric of the shirts slid from his fingers. He felt a chill cut through him, even in the warmth of his bedroom, a strange sensation settling over him; drifting like the last whisps of smoke curling from the burnt-out cigarettes in his ashtray, disconnected from his body. That hadn’t been the answer he’d expected. Y/N had always been so tender with him, gentle, understanding, encouraging, even. Had that all been for show? A way to play with his feelings? It would make sense, wouldn’t it? It’d explain why she refused to just break up with Brooks and date him instead. His stomach dropped, a dead weight in his abdomen. He found himself desperately searching her features for a shred of something - compassion, maybe? Or at least a sign she cared about him. The expression on her face was soft, inviting, but telling of desire. Sweetness and lust. But her eyes… her eyes were unreadable. There was a hardness to them, the presence of some stony emotion that contradicted the way she was looking at him. He didn’t want to put a name to whatever it was. How dare she do this to him?

White hot fury blazed in his chest. His nails bit into his palms as his hands clenched, the pain doing nothing to abate the fire ripping its way through his veins. His arms trembled with the effort not to lash out, hurl his fist into the nearest wall. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his breath as his nostrils flared. The step he took towards her was automatic, the rage inside him fuelling his actions, colouring his judgement with a blood-red hue that beat in time with the throbbing inside his skull. She looked so pretty below him, with her big eyes and parted lips - an evil succubus taking pleasure from his pain. Well, he was going to show her what it meant to hurt. He forced her legs apart, digging his fingers into her thighs, ignoring the soft noise she made as his fingernails scratched her skin, and hooked them around his waist. His lips met hers in a messy kiss, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste filling their mouths. If aggression had a flavour, it would taste like this. Pulling back, he looked down at her: the red smeared across her mouth, dripping down her chin. The sight was like gasoline poured on the already roaring inferno of his wrath. He needed to be inside her, now. One of his hands wrapped around his aching cock, pressing the tip against her slick hole. The other wandered upwards, caressing the hickey he had left on her collarbone, his fingers splaying over her throat, feeling her heart fluttering under the skin.

Snapping his hips forward, he buried himself inside her cunt, watching his cock spread her lips, his hand reflexively squeezing her neck. He would never get used to the feeling of a pussy spreading around his cock, the wetness, the warmth, the tightness… Especially raw, like he was now. A soft grunt slipped from his lips - the sensation of being in Y/N unwrapped was exquisite. Her walls tightened and relaxed around him, and he could feel her arousal dripping down his shaft. Risking a glance up at her face, he took in the way her eyes were scrunched closed, how she was sucking on her bottom lip, all telltale signs of enjoyment. Her pleasure mattered little to him, but the knowledge that the slut was getting off on his brutality filled him with a malicious delight. Tightening his grip around her throat, he began to thrust, not even bothering to wait for her to adjust to him. He’d already made her cum once tonight, so surely it was his turn to get off.

Pain: stinging down his spine, Y/N’s fingernails clawing at the skin of his back. It spurred him on and he picked up the pace, fucking into her harder, faster, perspiration beading on his brow. He could feel the slickness of her flesh against his as he moved, the room around them growing hotter from the exertion, filling with the scent of their sweat, and the sweet musk of sex. The loud moans he was coaxing from her were only just drowned out by the music; she was enjoying the sudden roughness, arching up into him, her hand frantically rubbing her clit. A low noise reverberated in the back of his throat, something between a growl and a snarl, and he smacked her hand away from her cunt, refusing to let her pleasure herself. He’d never been like this with her before, had always tried his best to be a gentleman, but the gratification of this animalistic rutting was beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Releasing his grip on her neck, he braced himself on his hands, changing the angle of his thrusts, panting heavily as his stomach tightened, the pleasure building to an ever-approaching crescendo. He could pound into her better like this, and he watched with sadistic glee as her breasts bounced, her eyes rolled back, her head lolling against the pillow. He could see the marks from where he’d choked her, the bruises spreading under the skin, adorning her throat like a necklace. All too soon, his balls began to tighten, and he lost what rhythm he had, his hips jerking into hers. He knew she was nowhere close to cumming - he’d been neglecting her on purpose - and the thought of leaving her unsatisfied seemed like a fitting punishment. His hips slammed into her one final time, and he came hard, a deep groan forced from his mouth as he unloaded inside her. His cock twitched, cum spurting from his tip, and he ground himself against her pussy, forcing her to take all of his seed.

With a final dribble, he was spent, and he collapsed next to her, his anger abated and his body beginning to relax. He could practically see the frustration rolling off of the girl next to him, knew there was no way she wasn’t absolutely pissed at him. But that’s what cheaters get, he thought smugly to himself. The stupid bitch doesn’t fucking deserve my love. She’s nothing more than an easy fuck. He rolled over towards her, watching as she glared at him and slid out of the bed, not even sparing him a second glance as she stormed into the bathroom. She was probably cleaning herself up in there, or finishing herself off to the thought of him. All he had to do was give her a few minutes, and she’d be back, begging for more. The idea made him smile, though he couldn’t quite shake the wave of… sadness beginning to creep through the bravado. All this time, every moment they’d spent together, inside school and out, and the only thing she’d wanted was casual sex. She’d been looking for something more exciting than sleeping with her boyfriend, and he’d given her it eagerly, thinking she’d finally noticed how much he loved her. He sighed quietly. At least he was getting laid.

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