Let Me In - Eddie Munson X Virgin!Fem!Reader (Smut)
Summary - Yours and Eddie's first time together
Warnings - Strong Language / Corruption kink (?) / Mentions of Breeding / Oral (F Receiving) / Fingering / Mentions of Spitting / Praise Kink / Protected Sex / Choking / Riding / Multiple Orgasms
Word Count - 3k
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"Just let me know when it gets too much, sweetheart, and I'll stop."
You nodded bashfully, your stomach muscles tensing under the delicate tips of Eddie's fingers. They barely skimmed the surface of your goosebumped flesh as they trailed upward, dragging your shirt with them. His lips followed the path of his fingers, grazing along every inch of your soft skin as it became exposed. They never pressed against you, though, not in the way that you wanted them to. He was too chivalrous, respecting your boundaries and not daring to cross them.
He reached the underwire of your bra, gripping the bunched material of your shirt in his palms to refrain from lifting it any higher. His head raised, round eyes pleading silently for permission, which you hesitantly gave. His palms splayed over your rib cage, and his lips finally pressed softly between them in gratitude.
His calloused hands continued upwards until your upper body was completely exposed. As he threw your shirt to the side, he couldn't help but admire you. The way the swell of your breasts heaved from the confines of your bra with every anticipated breath. The way your stomach did the same, hiding your womb behind supple flesh, a womb he so desperately wanted to fill with his seed.
But perhaps another time.
Your arms crossed over your chest shyly. "It's alright, sweetheart." Eddie comforted. "You don't need to hide from me."
"It's not fair." Your timid voice barely reached his ears as you removed your arms from yourself, but the way your gentle fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt told him exactly what you had meant.
He loved seeing you so torn: so shy and inexperienced, yet desperate for him. Wanting more, but not knowing how to ask for it. That would come in time, of course, Eddie was almost certain of it. You were such an obedient little thing, Eddie knew it wouldn't take long for him to teach you how to beg. How to use your words to tell him exactly what you wanted.
Oh, the dirty things that would come out of that innocent mouth of yours.
But he was getting ahead of himself.
The cool air of his bedroom snapped him back to reality as he pulled off his shirt. His pants grew tighter at the way your bottom lip pinched between your teeth at the sight of his body. This wasn't the first time you had seen his body, however. Hawkins had reached ridiculous temperatures this past summer, which meant spending days around Harrington's pool. But you had always been too reserved to stare for too long.
But in this setting, in the golden glow of an impending dusk, with just the two of you, you wanted nothing more than to worship him.
Tentative fingers reached out to touch the tattooed skin of his chest. You traced the black ink, his skin burning under your touch. You then repeated his actions in reverse, fingers trailing down his pecks and down his soft stomach. His abs tensed under your touch, and he bit back a moan when you fumbled down his happy trail and rested your hands on his belt.
His voice deepened with arousal as he placed his hands over yours. "Are you sure about this, baby?"
His eyes almost rolled back into his skull when you didn't reply, but instead began to unbuckle his belt with shaking hands. He helped you pull his jeans off his legs, and they fell to the floor with a thud. Your eyes stayed locked on his, too bashful to look down at the prominent bulge that tented his boxers.
He chuckled at your shyness and softly pressed his lips to yours in an unrushed kiss to distract you from the heat blooming on your cheeks. His tongue tenderly lapped against yours, coaxing his saliva deep into your mouth. You relished in the fruity taste of the gum he had chewed on the drive to his trailer.
Without breaking the kiss, his hands softly cupped your breasts, teasingly pinching your nipples through the thin lace, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He did it a second time, and then a third, until you were panting against his lips.
Your clit throbbed against the soft cotton of your shorts, and your hips thrust upwards impulsively in need of friction. Eddie took it as a sign to trail his hands back down your body until they tauntingly hooked under the waistband of your shorts. You raised your hips helpfully as he pulled them down the length of your legs.
His hands immediately clasped the back of your thighs and spread your legs wide before you could hide yourself away from him.
You hadn't been wearing panties this whole time.
Fuck.
He guided a leg over his shoulder, pressing his lips higher and higher up your inner thigh until his mouth hovered over your glistening pussy.
"Eddie." You gasped at the feeling of his hot breath against you, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment, yet too desirous to make him stop.
"Is this okay, baby?"
Fuck, yes.
You nodded eagerly, uncovering your face to thread a hand into his hair and pull him the last few inches towards your aching cunt.
Despite his initial shock at your boldness, he dived right in. His tongue lapped up your leaking juices, spreading them along your folds and over your sensitive clit. He prodded the tip of it into your entrance before licking a solid stroke up to your clit where he suckled it gently into his mouth. You moaned and cooed at the sensation, your hips rolling against his mouth at the delicious friction.
He was extremely messy with it, letting his saliva drool all over you until it pooled in your unused hole and leaked down to your ass. He slurped it back up and rolled his tongue around your sensitive nub again, refraining from violently spitting it back onto your abused clit.
Your moans were unrefrained, and your thighs shook on either side of his head. His right hand unhooked itself from your quivering thigh and glided upwards until the tip of his middle finger prodded at your entrance.
"You gonna let me finger you, baby? Stretch you out ready for my cock?"
"God, yes!" You moaned. But at this point, he could have asked you anything, and you would have agreed, if only it meant he would continue his assault on your pussy.
Your warmth enveloped his finger as he slid it inside of you. His cock swelled in his boxers at your sheer tightness around his single digit. He could only imagine how amazing it would feel to sheathe his girthy length inside of you. His tongue continued to move against you as he thrusted his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before adding another finger.
You gasped as his fingers curled ever so slightly inside of you, pushing you closer to the edge in record time.
But you refrained.
"Wait, baby." You gasped, gently pushing him away.
"What's the matter?"
"I want..." You trailed off, embarrassed.
"You want to stop?"
God no.
You shook your head.
"Then what is it, baby? C'mon, use your words." He coaxed with a gentle kiss on your thigh.
"I want... I want to cum with you inside of me."
Jesus Christ.
He was so fucking proud of you. You were being such a good girl for him. He hoisted himself up and captured your lips in his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He reached blindly into his bedside drawer and expertly pulled out a single foil packet.
"You sure you're ready for this?" He warned, giving you one last chance to back out.
"I'm positive."
Atta girl.
He held the foil pack between his teeth as he finally freed his aching cock from his boxers. You gasped at the sight of him. You couldn't help but reach out and touch him. A hiss sizzled from between his teeth as you grasped him softly in your hand. He was smooth to the touch, yet riddled with veins. You could just about clasp your fingers around him, but he fit so perfectly in your palm.
Like you were made for each other.
"Can I suck you off?"
Eddie chuckled at your eagerness and wiped the drool from your mouth. "Another time, sweetheart. I need to be inside you."
He helped to show you how to roll the condom along his length, then pulled your thighs around his waist. He lined himself up, staring at you intently to give him the go-ahead, which you did by gently rolling your hips.
His tip slipped inside of you, causing you to gasp already at the fullness from it. Your nails raked against his shoulders, and your eyes squeezed tight as he pushed forward.
"You gotta relax, baby. I promise it'll feel good soon."
You breathed with him slowly, untensing your muscles and unclenching your walls. His arms cocooned around your head, and his lips suckled sweetly on your neck.
"Thaaat's it. Let me in." He pushed in another inch. "Such a good girl for me."
You whimpered at the praise, "You're so big."
"I know, baby, just a little more. You can take it."
With a final groan, he sheathed himself inside of you completely. You bit your lip and dug cresent moons into his shoulder blades as he sat stationary inside of you, letting you adjust to the fullness of him. He kissed your lips again, swallowing every little sound you made when you experimentally rolled your hips. He muttered curses against you when he slipped impossibly deeper inside of you.
He tested a thrust, pulling out almost all of the way before slowly propelling his hips into yours. The size of him took your breath away.
He thrusted again and again until he found a rhythm that had you moaning wildly with every slam of his hips. He trailed kisses from your neck, along your collarbone, to your shoulders, where he slid down the straps of your bra. You had been too overwhelmed with pleasure that you had barely noticed when he had unhooked your bra and thrown it off the bed. It wasn't until his lips latched onto your hardened nipple that you noticed. Your back arched into him, hips raising to create a delicious angle that had the swollen head of his cock right where you needed him the most.Â
Your tits had become riddled with hickeys, making them sensitive when Eddie's chest pressed against yours. His lips attached to yours as he ground his pubic bone into your clit. A moan caught in your throat, a throat Eddie had to abstain from wrapping his fingers around. The thought of your pulse throbbing against his fingertips as you gasped for breath and choked on moans made his cock twitch inside of you, and your walls clenched around him. He wanted to cut off every little thought to that pretty head of yours, but he supposed he was already halfway there when you chanted his name against his lips like a prayer.Â
"That feel good, sweetheart?"
"Yes." You panted. "More, please. Harder."
Your wish was his command. He pulled back further and slammed in harder while still keeping his steady rhythm. Your sounds grew louder, and Eddie was sure he would be getting a noise complaint tomorrow morning. His cock speared into you, the ridges of his veins gliding lusciously along your slick walls. He could feel you tightening around him and your body going rigid under his touch. He pulled back to appreciate the fucked out expression on your face. Your brows were scrunched, and your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your mouth hung open to allow your moans and cries of his name to escape.
"Eddie, I'm... I'm gonna--"Â
"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock." His hand reached for your clit, edging you on.
Your walls constricted around his length like a python, your erotic venom poising him, making his blood burn with lust. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge with every thrust. Your tightness made it almost impossible for him to hold back. With a final groan, he forced the entirety of his length inside you, feeling himself spill inside the condom as you spasmed around him.Â
He stayed there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of your walls pulsing around his softening cock. He waited until you had come down from your high before pulling out and lying beside you. He couldn't help the spark of disappointment that ignited within him when he saw the condom completely intact with his heavy load still inside. He pulled it off and threw it in the trash. A part of him had hoped he had pounded into you hard enough to break it, to see his thick seed spilling from your folds. He could feel himself hardening again at the thought, but he soon calmed down when he turned his gaze to you.Â
You remained on your back, with your head turned away from him. Your chest rose with hiccupping breaths as you sniffled.Â
Eddie panicked, bringing you into his chest and wiping away your tears. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You shook your head, burrowing yourself into the sweaty crook of his neck. "No, you were perfect."
"Then what's the matter Sweetheart?" He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
"I'm... scared"
"Scared?"
"I've never been this close... intimate with anyone before," you blinked back tears. "Whenever I get close to people, they always leave me."
His heart sank. You had been so brave to let him in, to allow him to cherish you in a way that no one else ever had. Nobody else deserved to be this close to you. Eddie wasn't even sure if he deserved it. But pride swelled in his chest. You had accepted him in the way that he had accepted you, with a courageous devotion. Something that took time and trust, and god was it worth it.
He squeezed you tight. "Oh, baby. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
You nodded, but he could tell you didn't believe him.
"Hey, look at me." He held your face tenderly in his hands, cupping your tear-stricken cheeks and wiping them away with a gentle brush of his thumb. "You know why I'm not going anywhere? Because I love you."
"Eddie--"
"Don't think I'm just saying it. I mean it, Y/N. I love you."
"Eddie--"
"And don't feel like you have to say it back. I know you're feeling kind of emotionally overwhelmed right now."
"Eddie--"
"But just know that I'm not leaving your side, okay? You're stuck with me till we're grey and old."
"Eddie!"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
A smile beamed across his face. "You do?"
"Of course I do." You smiled back, planting your lips on his.
Your tongues melded together, and you began moaning again when Eddie suckled on yours. What once started tenderly had become rushed and desperate, not being able to get enough of each other. Your lips tingled as he nibbled on them, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before soothing it gently with his tongue.
You found yourself throbbing for him again, dragging your clammy hands along his skin for something to feel, and your hips stuttered against nothing, eager for friction again. Your recent confession had your blood pumping with valour and exhilaration. You pushed against Eddie, rolling his back onto the bed before you clambered on top of him. Your lips never left his when you found your hips rolling along his hardening length, spreading your juices along his shaft.Â
The two of you moaned when his tip caught against your clit. "You don't have to do this, sweetheart." Eddie panted when you did it again.
"I want to." You breathed against his lips as your fingernails raked down his torso to grasp his length.
You toyed with his sensitive cock, pumping your hand up and down. With your other hand, you reached into his drawer and pulled out another condom. You rolled it onto his length just as he had shown you, causing praises to pass from Eddie's swollen lips. Desperate to feel him again, you sank onto him in one fell swoop, feeling like he filled you up behind your navel. Your thighs shook immediately at the sensation, and you sat on top of him while you adjusted again.Â
Eddie's hands found themselves on your breasts, kneading the soft tissue and pinching at your nipples. You whimpered exquisitely, placing your hands over his, guiding him to squeeze harder. Your untouched clit pulsed, giving you the motivation to finally grind your hips against his. Your lips pulled between your teeth as you bounced on top of him, the position allowing your fluids to leak so his cock impaled you with little resistance.Â
Eddie couldn't help thrusting his hips from beneath you, the force of it causing you to fall into him. Your palm steadied against his cheek, feeling the heat bloom as his chest flushed red. Your aching thighs slammed downward to meet him in the middle. The harshness of it made his cock bulge in your stomach.Â
Both of your moans grew louder with every thrust, until Eddie couldn't contain himself. A hand gave your breast a final squeeze before it wrapped around your pretty little throat and squeezed lightly. Your head spun with pleasure, and you melted into him.
The pressure on your neck made your mind go blank. You practically went limp against him, letting him hold you up by your neck as he quickened the pace of his hips beneath you. He could feel you tightening around him again, your smooth walls strangling his thick length. The feeling spurred him to move faster, his rapid pace causing your orgasm to crash over you unexpectedly soon.
You shuddered above him, letting him prolong your orgasm as he chased his own. After a few more thrusts, he spilt inside of you again.
His hands softly fell from your throat and squeezed your hips, holding you in position before you could even think to move off him. "Stay."
summary: Eddie treats you like you're the only virtue worth holding, but it's his vices you're trying to bring to light
word count: 3.1k
tags / content warnings: basically porn with minimal plot, I swear I tried to synonymise more but then i gave up, again, i cannot reiterate how little plot this has, it's just me being self indulgent
a/n: the grammer checker keeps saying my writing lacks clarity but i'm done trying to fix it
The air between you is thick, chargedâevery molecule laced with the scent of him, of you, sweat and salt and something darker, something desperate. A hunger that doesnât just gnaw at the bones but devours them, relentless, the kind that lingers long after the body is sated, etched into the skin like an emblem. You move with deliberate slowness, savouring the way his fingers dig into your thighsânot hard enough to bruise, never hard enough to bruise â not when he treats your body like something holy, but enough to make your nerves hum with the promise of more. His grip is worship and restraint in equal measure, caught between devotion and destruction, the scales trembling as you teeter on the edge of it.
Every drag of him inside you is a revelation, slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the best wayâa wet, rhythmic counterpoint to his ragged inhales. His breath hitches, sharp and punched-out every time you clench around him, his voice breaking around your name like itâs the only word he remembers. The gasps coil low in your stomach, molten and sweet, a live wire sparking under your complexion, setting every nerve alight. You can feel him everywhereâthe heat of his body beneath yours, the way his muscles tense and tremble, the desperate roll of his pelvis as he chases friction, chases you, like heâd follow you straight into damnation if you asked.
His lips part, his gaze locked on yours, dark and fevered, like youâre the only thing left sacred in his worldâlike heâd carve your name into his ribs a thousand times over just to keep you looking at him like this. Like heâs already damned, and youâre the only altar he knows how to kneel at. The reverence in his touch is almost unbearable, tracing your figure like heâs memorising the shape of you, the feel of you, as if this moment might be the last one either of you gets.
And you can feel how close he isâevery tendon drawn taut, his voice raw and wrecked, his hips stuttering against yours. His control unravels with every thrust, every whispered plea against your lips, his body trembling on the edge of freefall. Right as you know youâve got him thereâright as his breath fractures, his grip tightening like heâs afraid youâll vanishâyou stop.
His body jerks beneath you, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as you pull awayâas you let his throbbing cock slip free, leaving him twitching, flushed and straining against nothing. His hands fly to your waist, digging into it like a lifeline, as if clinging hard enough might keep him from shattering.
You see his restraint unravellingâthe muscle leaping in his jaw, the sharp hiss of breath between clenched teeth, and the tremor in his thighs where he fights to stay still. But he doesnât move. Doesnât take.
He just shakes, wrecked by his own want.
And it kills you.
Because you know why he hesitates. You see it in the way his throat works when he swallows, in the way his thumbs flex against youâlike heâs afraid his touch alone could break you. Like if he lets go, if he gives in, heâll ruin everything.
But thatâs exactly what you want.
You want ruin. You want his control to snap, want him to forget every reason he ever had for holding back. You want his palms on you like a brand, his mouth like a confession, and his body moving with yours like thereâs no tomorrow.
But he doesnât give it to you.
He wonât.
And thatâs the whole damn problem.
Dating Eddie had beenâŠÂ unexpectedly sweet.
Which, given his reputation, you never saw coming. The man was a walking provocationâall sharp grins and dirtier promises, the kind of bastard whoâd murmur exactly what he wanted to do to you in the middle of a crowded bar just to watch your breath hitch and your thighs press together. Maybe it was wrong to admit, but you loved those wild flashes of himâthe way his fists clenched when you danced just out of reach, the growl in his voice when someone looked at you a second too long.
But he always leashed it. Always.
Now? Now he was soft. Thoughtful. Devoted. And yeah, it was greatâobviously. The way he traces every curve, freckle, and dip of you like you were scripture and he was learning you by heart. The way he kissed you like he could imprint his love into your bones with every swipe of his tongue. The way heâd linger, his breath ragged against your lips, his body trembling with restraint as if youâd dissolve if he pushed too hard.
Eddie treated you like something holy.
Which left you in this predicament.
Because he worshipped youâreverentlyâwith his mouth between your thighs, savouring you like communion. With his hands cradling your face as he fucked into you, slow and deep, murmuring, "Fuck, look at you, so perfect, so good for me," like you were the answer to every prayer heâd never dared to speak. He ruined you in the gentlest ways, drawing out every gasp and shiver until you were shaking apart beneath him, until you sobbed his name like a plea.
And God, you hated how much you loved it.
Because fuck, you didnât just want gentle. You wanted the real Eddieâthe one whoâd wreck you and make you thank him for it. The one who snarled curses at hecklers, who pinned you against the bathroom door at the Hideout, teeth at your throat, inhibitions drowned in cheap whisky and filth spilling from his lips. You wanted the Eddie whoâd flip you onto your stomach with a growl, whoâd mark your thighs with his fingerprints and your skin with his teeth, and whoâd remind youâbetween panting, filthy kissesâthat even saints fall to their knees.
And Christ, you were tired of waiting for him to figure it out.
You hadnât planned itânot consciously, anyway. But the moment you caught that wild, desperate glint in his eyes when you pulled awayâjust before he could cum, leaving him gasping, his fingers knotting in your hair like he was a breath from snappingâsomething in you ignited.
You had to see it again.
Had to drag that spark into open air and watch it burn.
So you pushed.
Teased.
Denied.
Again and again and againâ
Your hands on his belt, undoing it slowly, savouring the hitch in his breath as you never quite touched where he wanted.
Your tongue tracing the vein of his cock while precum beaded at the tip, tormenting him with the crusade.
Your body sinking onto him, just shy of where he needed youâclose enough to torture, never enough to satisfy.
Eddie, ever the goddamn martyr, took it.
Every.
Fucking.
Time.
âgrowling, resisting, defiant, even as his body sold him out with every ragged breath, every frantic jerk of his hips. And Christ, the noises he madeâguttural, wounded, your name a blasphemy on his lips, the only blessing his sinful mouth had ever known.
âCâmon, sweetheartâjust this onceâlet meâfuckâ!â
The words fracture into a gasp as you lean in, your lips grazing his jaw, just to feel him unravelâlike even the phantom of your touch was enough to wreck him, like he was one frayed thread from coming apart.
And there it was: that tension, wire-tight, humming between you. His pupils drown the warm brown of his eyes, nothing left but plain hunger. His hands twitch against youâgripping, releasing, gripping againâtorn between yanking you down and flipping you beneath him, between pleading and claiming.
He was breaking.
You could see itâthe way his throat locked, the way his teeth sank into his lip, biting back a sob or a swear. The way his voice, usually honey-smooth when he was trying to be good for you, turned raw, ruined.
âFuckâplease.â
Close.
So close.
But not yet.
You grind down against himâjust onceâa slow, deliberate roll of your frame, the friction agonisingly brief. Just enough to make him hiss through clenched teeth, to wrench his head back into the pillows as his tongue catches between them, biting down hard to stifle the groan clawing up his throat. And then you still.
The pause is persecution. His body arches beneath you, every ligament locked, trembling with the effort of holding backâlike the need inside him is a living thing, ravenous, threatening to swallow him whole. His hands flex at your waist, fingertips finally digging in hard enough to leave a mark, but he doesnât move, doesnât thrust up. Just lets out a shattered exhale, ragged and uneven.
"Eddie." Your voice is a whisper, edged with challenge and something darkerâ something malecious â as you drag your nails down his chest, leaving faint, pink trails in their wake. His breath hitches, chest expanding under your touch like heâs starving for air. "You wanna cum, baby?"
His answer is a broken noise, half groan, half surrender. "Y-yeahâfuck, yeah, pleaseâ"Â Thereâs something raw in his voice, something beyond desperation.
Fear.
The kind that lives in the hollow of his ribs, in the silence between heartbeatsâthe terror that if he lets go, if he snaps, heâll ruin you. That the hunger inside him, the one gnawing at his restraint like a wild thing, will be too much. Too scorching. Too rough.
Too eager.
You can see itâthe heave of his chest, the tendons in his neck pulled tight, his jaw clenched until it twitches. His hips jerk once, involuntary, before he forces them still again, a broken gasp tearing from his lips. Heâs the eye of the hurricane, a storm barely contained in every frazzled breath, another battle in his endless war. Itâs a brutal stalemate of muscle and bone and sheer fucking willpower, all straining against the need threatening to split him open.
And yet.
He holds.
Some stubborn, adamant part of him clings to discipline, to the dread that this is just amusementâthat youâre being sardonic, that if he really lets go, if he surrenders to the itch clawing at his membrane, heâll ruin you too.
As if you wouldnât let him.
As if you wouldnât beg for it.
As if you wouldnât fucking thank him for it.
You lean down, your mouth a slow, searing brand against the shell of his earâclose enough that the slightest shift would catch flesh between your teeth. Your voice is tempered with honey and sin, each word a deliberate provocation:
"You could make me."
A shudder wrecks himâviolent, full-bodied, as if lightning has scorched the words into his soul. His fingers spasm against you, and for one suspended, hungry secondâyouâre certain heâll break. That the last fibre of his control will snap, and heâll finally, finally give in.
But he doesnât.
His restraint is maddening. Beautiful. Agonising. Every inch of him is coiled steel, a spring wound to the point of bursting, his body locked in brutal defiance. You feel the tremors wracking through him, the raw, shuddering effort of denialâof refusing to take what he craves so desperately.
And youâ
You want to annihilate him.
You want to crack him open, peel back every stifled groan, and every choked plea. You want to watch him come undone, to be the flood that drags him under, the reckoning he canât escape. You want to be divine wrath and unholy absolution, the force that burns through his resolve until nothing remainsâ
His heartbeat is a ferocious thing, thrashing against your palm like a caged beastâeach frantic pulse a hammer strike in the fraught silence between you. The heat of him burns into your skin, his blood a fevered drum beneath your touch while the war inside him rages behind those darkened eyes. You stare at itâthe fraying edges of his control, the way his breath saws through his teeth, ragged and sharp, as if heâs one whispered plea away from snapping.
Thenâ
Eddie breaks.
His voice is smoke and gravel, stripped raw, a growl ripped from the depths of his chest as his fist twists in your hair. The grip is brutal, sending lightning-shocks of thrilling pain searing across your scalp as he drags your gaze to his.
âTell me you want it.â
The words are ground between his teeth, his voice tremblingânot with worry, but with the sheer, splintering effort of holding back. Heâs dangling over the edge, one breath away from freefall. âI need to hear you fucking say it.â
And youâ
You donât hesitate. Not a heartbeat. Not a flicker of doubt. Your answer is an abdication â an inauguration.
âTake me.â
His restraint doesnât just crashâit fucking implodes.
A low, guttural sound tears from him, the last vestiges of his control collapsing inward like a star giving way to gravity. Eddie doesnât just fallâhe erupts, demolishing every boundary, every hesitation, with a groan that vibrates through your core. And, God, you want to drown in itâin the raw, unfiltered flood of him, in the way his need devours you like a riptide, dragging you under, deeper, deeperâ
The version of him youâve grown accustomed toâthe one who would stoop at your altar for eternity, who would worship you with reverent hands and whispered prayersâvanishes. In its place stands something feral, something devout in a way that puts iconoclasm itself to shame.Â
This isnât devotion.
This is desecration.
And then thereâs nothing but him. The world tilts, the room spinning in a dizzying whirl as he flips you over, his body a furnace against yours. One hand pins both of your wrists above your head, his fingers lacing through yours in a grip thatâs as possessive as it is familiarâlike heâs reclaiming what was always his. His weight sears into you, tainting you with every ragged inhale, every tremor that wracks his frame. But heâs not shaking with hesitation anymore. No, this is the aftershock of holding back for too goddamn long, the seismic release of a man whoâs finally stopped denying himself.
His mouth crashes against yours like heâs starved for itâlike heâs been dying of thirst and youâre the first taste of water in decades. Thereâs no finesse, no patience, just the brutal, consuming need to take. His other hand grips your thigh, yanking it higher, wider, his palm a brand as it slides up, leaving fire in its wake. Thereâs no room for gentleness here. No room for hesitation. Only this: the sharp sting of his teeth, the bruising press of his hips, the way he claims every inch of you like heâs carving his name into your bones.
The first thrust is a revelationâblinding, brutal, a declaration so fierce it steals the breath from your lungs. You have to fight to keep your eyes open, to watch the ruin youâve orchestrated unfoldâbecause God, itâs beautiful. The way his control fractures, the way his body bows over yours like a man in sacrament, like a sinner finally surrendering to damnation. His touch is everywhere, rough and reverent, dragging you against him with a desperation that borders on violence. As if he could fuse your bones together if he just held tight enough. As if he could carve this feeling into them, rewriting every moment he denied himself with the searing mark of his touch.
Every snap hits deeper than the lastâa dire rearrangement, a reckoning for all the time heâs wasted curbing the desire.
"This what you wanted?"
His voice is a wildfire let loose, a growl scraped raw against your throat as his teeth find your skinâkissing, scraping, and biting. He doesnât wait for an answer. Doesnât need one. Not when your body is singing its reply with every shudder, every gasp, every broken noise he wrings from you.
"Wanted me to lose control?"
You canât answer. Canât fucking thinkânot when every drag of him inside you is pure incandescence, not when his rhythm is relentless, perfect, each withdrawal a taunt, each thrust a demand. His breath scorches your neck, his chuckle a hot gust that prickles down your spine. Itâs carnage, every movement a chord struck in the symphony of your undoing, and he conducts it with a goddamn smirk on his lips. This isnât just fucking.
Itâs punishment.
Itâs fealty.
Itâs everything.
Itâs punishment and worship fused togetherâhis hands rough with greed, his touch reverent with something dangerously close to dread. Every movement is contradiction and deference, the bite of his fingers against you a stark contrast to the way his lips brush your pulse point like a whispered benediction. Heâs unravelling you, thread by goddamn thread, even as he wills himself resilient â as if the outright force of craving you is enough to rip him apart at the seams.Â
âTell me youâre mine.â It's not an inquiry, it's a fucking dictation.
It tears from him like heâs mitigating the clash between desperation and demand. Itâs not just wordsâ itâs a need, carved from the very marrow of his bones, and you can see the overture in it, the consolation heâs reaching for and the tenacity thatâs written into his genetics.
Your reply comes without thought, without hesitationâpure instinct, molten and immediate, giving him exactly what heâs so wretched for:
"Yours. Always yours."
The words ignite something primal in him. A growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating against your ribs as he claims your mouth, his kiss equal parts possession and surrender. This is more than ownershipâitâs covenant, itâs consecration, and itâs the last frayed cord of his control snapping.
And thenâ
The realisation creeps into your veins like poisonâtoo late to stop the spread. Heâs a quick fucking study.
Before you can flutter your lashes, his hips roll with devastating precision. The tables turn so violently your guts plummet to the floor. Your arch is instinctive, a silent plea, but his palm presses down on your abdomen, pinning you under his newfound dominion. His tongue clicks in mocking agreement, the sound travelling straight through your sternum to pool liquid-hot between your thighs.
A predator's grin slashes across his features as he leans closerâbut not close enoughâhis breath scalding against your parted lips.
âOh no, love.â
His voice is refined malice, syllables dripping with a cataclysmic edge that makes your pulse stutter. The hand not holding you down drifts up, tracing counterfeit awe down your throat, a farce of tenderness.
âYou wanted to play with fire?â
Each word is candied malevolence, a lullaby wrapped in a threat.
âïžDid you feel that close to God when you had me on my knees?âïž
SAM WINCHESTER X READER
SUMMARY: Sam, Dean, and reader are working a case in Nebraska. But when reader sees her boyfriend in that priest outfit, things get a little wild. 4.0k
WARNINGS: smut (MDNI). oral m receiving. blasphemy (lots, please don't read if you're extremely religious or if you don't like things like this). mentions of religious trauma (Catholic guilt folks unite). priest kink (?). the word father is said multiple times but this is not daddy kink.
NOTES: extremely self-indulgent. I feel like there's not enough religious trauma readers. this doesn't focus on that anyway. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is also my first time writing straight smut, so pls be nice. Enjoy<3
You are trying to act normal, you swear.
It was a quite simple case, a ghost had been hunting down people in a small town in Nebraska. The only connection in between all the victims was that they all attended the same church, which only meant one thing.
Priest outfits.
Sam was standing there before you, hair carefully styled, black suit jacket over his broad shoulders and black pants making him look taller than he already was. But the most important part, the one that made your breath hitch and thighs press together. The clerical collar.Â
There was something about it, something sinful about the white stripe of fabric against Samâs tanned skin. You always thought your boyfriend was hot, but watching him carefully talking with the families of the victims, watching people calling him father. Watching him in that church, bible in hand, a cross looming over you as it rests in the wall behind you, it was driving you insane.Â
Your relationship with religion wasnât the best, that was obvious, but you had never expected for all that guilt and trauma to transform into⊠this.
But here you are, sitting on a church bench, watching as Sam and Dean talk to the Pastor. You had refused to put on the nun costume Dean had gotten you. (You were sure he bought it at a sex shop. You went to catholic school, nunâs attires didnât show that much cleavage. Or any cleavage at all.) Therefore, they had decided you were going to be just a new girl in town. A good christian girl.
You were dressed up in a flowy, lacy white dress. It was delicate, and sweet, and pure. You had added some frilly socks and a pair of mary janes. Your hair was wavy and long, falling over your eyes as you looked down at your hands when Sam was handed the communion wafers. There was a dainty chain around your neck, the silver crucifix almost burning where it touched your chest.Â
You feel a sense of disappointment when the pastor asks for the communal hosts back. You kind of wished he had made Sam direct the Eucharist. You imagined yourself, walking to the altar to receive communion like a good girl, kneeling in front of Sam. You imagined blinking your big eyes up at him, parting your pouty lips softly, letting him place the host in your tongue. Maybe his fingers would brush against your lips, maybe heâd let his thumb press down on your tongue, making sure youâre receiving The Body of Christ correctly.Â
You look up quickly when the pastor announces in a loud voice that Mass would start soon. He invites anyone who wants to confess to do it now, so they can be ready for the Eucharist. The pastor looks down at you, having noticed how his sudden words echoing all around the church had startled you. Your hands were folded as they rested on your lap, and your eyes were so focused on the floor under your feet that they looked closed. He thought you were praying. He smiles at you with kindness, almost as if admiring how you were nothing but a sweet little lamb, so devoted to your faith and so easily frightened.
Oh, if he only knew.
Before the shame and something else you refused to name wash down your spine, someone stands up behind you. The lady, her shoulders hunched and her eyes red, walks directly into the confessional. You and Sam seem to realize at the exact same time who she is. The widowed wife of one of the victims. You watch as your boyfriend quickly walks into the confessional, his big frame squeezing into the priest's compartment.Â
The door quickly closes, but not before you can admire Samâs face, beautiful as ever, being covered by geometric lines that criss-cross his face, the shadows created by the small window in the wooden panel that separates him from the woman.Â
Dean comes over to you to give you a quick rundown on all the information they had gathered. Which is to say, not much. You had to admit that Dean also looked good in the costume, but not as good as Sam. But to be fair, you were a little biased. The older Winchester tells you about how he met one of the victimsâ daughter, a young woman that was very distressed and asked him if he would want to come pray with her at her house.
You throw Dean a look of disbelief.
âSeriously, Dean? The mourning daughter?â
âWeâre just going to pray! You know, a little guided spirituality to heal the heart.â
âRecite one prayer you know, right now.â
Silence. Utter and definitive silence.Â
You sigh, rolling your eyes as Dean gives you a wink and leaves the church, that classic mischievous smirk on his face.Â
How does he always get so lucky?
Your thoughts are interrupted when the woman in the confessional quickly walks out of her compartment, but the other door stays closed.Â
An idea crosses your mind, but it is crazy. It is insane, and dangerous, and sacrilegious.
It takes you about five seconds to get up and walk into the confessional.Â
âHello, father.â You whisper, hands balled into fists in your lap.Â
Sam says your name, confused. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
You take the courage to turn to him, and you end up breathless. It was quite stuffy inside the confessional, the smell of wood and velvet from the curtains overbearing. It reminds you of Sunday Mass, and Catholic school, and it makes heat pool in your stomach. You can barely see his face through the dumb window, but for what you could see, this was going to stay engraved in your mind forever.
âIâm here to confess, Father.â Your voice is soft and innocent, but there was a slight smirk on your face that made Sam blink quickly, looking completely lost.
âWhat-â
You donât let him finish. âThe pastor said to confess before Mass, and Iâm just following his orders like a good girl.â
That makes Sam choke on his next breath. He looks at you through the grille, but there is something creeping in around his eyes. Lust.
If I wasnât going to hell before, I am now.
Sam says your name again, but this time there is a strain on his voice.Â
âY-you come to confess?â You could tell he was trying to follow your lead, to play the role you so desperately wanted him to, and in between all the desire, you feel a wave of love for your boyfriend hit you.Â
Hell, you were going to kiss him so hard after this.
âYes, Father.â You whisper, eyes low and focused on your hands. Your voice was small, pure. You were just playing the role Sam and Dean assigned you, after all. âIâve been bad, Father. I need to be redeemed.â
âI am sure I can help with that.â Samâs voice still sounds slightly strained, but there was something different. It was the same voice he used when talking to the victimâs families or when he was forced to greet the morning Mass earlier today. Calm, velvety, but with a hint of authority. Of power.
âI am here to help you find peace,...â He almost says your name, but quickly corrects himself. âTell me about your sins, and I will guide you in how to repent."
You press your thighs together, biting your lip in the darkness of the confessional. You still donât face Sam, but you can feel his eyes on you.Â
âI- Iâve been having sinful thoughts, Father.â You whisper, voice wavery and full of shame. Damn, maybe you shouldâve been an actress.Â
You hear Sam swallow harshly in the quiet, small box you were both in. No sounds were filtering in, which made you wonder if they would filter out.
âSo youâve been a bad girl, hm?â His voice is so deep, so rumbling. You were sure your panties were already soaked through. âYou look so innocent, though.â Sam sounds almost disappointed, and it makes you squirm. âTell me about them, you little lamb.â
âIâve been possessed by lust, Father.â You confess, and you have to bite back a smirk when Sam lets out a shaky breath. âI just- thereâs this guy, and weâre dating. Heâs tall and big and handsome.â
âSounds like quite the catch.â You can hear Samâs smile in his words, and it makes you smile too.Â
âHe is, yeah.â You giggle, but quickly get back into your role. It wasnât every day that you got an opportunity like this, and you were going to take it. âBut when I look at him, father. I just- I feel⊠things.â
âWhat kind of things, little lamb?â He asks, back in his priest voice.
âI- I want him to do things to me, Father. Things I shouldnât want. Things that are not of God.â You murmur, thighs pressing together with more strength.
Sam stays quiet for just a second, breathing heaving. Maybe you werenât the only one into this.Â
âThatâs- thatâs bad, little lamb.â He declares, when he finally gets a grasp on himself again. âRemember, you must confess everything to get redemption in the eyes of the lord.â
âI- Iâve done things too.â You confess in a small voice. âIâve touched myself, Father. I just get so⊠so-â Your cross your legs, the ache on your lower half almost unbearable. âSo wet and hot and I just⊠I fall into temptation.â
Samâs breath is ragged by now, and you canât really see his face, but you know what he must look like.Â
âYouâre quite the naughty one, aren't you?â He murmurs, voice hoarse. He leans closer to the grille, his voice almost in your ear.Â
You lick your lips slowly, nodding even if he canât see you.
âYes, Father. Please, help me to be pure again.â Your hand moves from where it was gripping your own thigh and starts to run along the outline of the window that separated you from sam. This one was quite big, it went from over the top of your heads until a few inches away from the ground. It was enough. âI will do anything to be holy again.â
You had learned a thing or two in catholic school, and⊠you found it. The lock that kept the grille closed, but that could be opened when the priest and the penitent wanted to âtalk face to face.â You think the situation is deserving
âWill you, now?â Sam, who was often collected and calm, always in control of his impulses, sounded wrecked. âYour sins are grave, little lamb.â He murmurs. âBut lucky for you, the Lord wants me to be merciful to you.â
You swallow harshly, hands wrapping around the lock of the grille. You wanted Sam, you needed him. You had never felt hornier in your whole life.
âPlease, Father.â Your voice is almost unrecognizable, whiny and pleasing. âSave me from sin, please.â
âFuck.â You hear him mutter under his breath.Â
I just made a man of the lord swear.Â
Obviously, you knew Sam wasnât really a man of God, and he swore like a trucker, but all your mind could think of was the clerical collar around his neck.Â
âIf you want me to purify you, youâre going to have to follow my every word. Youâre going to let me do what I need to do for this cleansing, do you understand, little lamb?â
That was the last straw.Â
You quickly unlock the window and pull it until it hits the door of your compartment.Â
There he was, Sam with his hair slicked back, a few rebellious strands falling into his eyes. He was sitting in the little bench of the confessional, eyes a little wild and breath heavy.Â
And a big bulge in his pants.
As soon as the grille hits the door of the confessional, Sam stands up, his head almost hitting the top of the cramped wood box you two were in.Â
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Before he can say anything else, you kneel down, still on your side of the confessional. Your knees hit the few inches of wood that still separated the two of you, but didnât mind. And finally, you were there, surrounded by the smell of wood, velvet, and Sam.Â
You look up at him through your lashes, eyes big and innocent. Your hands were carefully placed on your lap and your thighs pressed together where they were visible, your little white dress riling up your legs, the lace border contrasting against the dark flooring of the confessional.
âIâll do whatever it takes, Father.â You lick your lips slowly, mastering the look of naivety and fear in your eyes. âPurify me.â
âThis is blasphemy.â Sam chokes out, but he still takes a step closer to you, standing right at the edge too. Like this, your face is right in front of his crotch. Your mouth waters.
âSince your sins are so⊠deeply rooted,â His hand reaches down to you, but he doesn't touch you. His hand hovers over the top of your head, down to your cheek. âI will have to use some unconventional methods.â
His hand brushes your neck, and you think he was going to brush your hair behind your shoulder, maybe even grip your chin and make you look at him.Â
Instead, Sam hooks a finger on the cross necklace around your neck and pulls you closer.Â
You don't recognize the sound that comes out of your mouth. The back of the chain digs into the soft skin of your neck, and when he lets go of the necklace, the cross falls back against the skin of your collarbones.Â
âYou know what you have to do, donât you?â he says gently, slightly condescending. His hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your lower lip.
You nod, almost in a trance, and your lips part slightly. San presses his thumb inside your mouth, and you immediately wrap your lips around him. You suck softly on his finger, eyes never leaving his.
âJesus, you were made for this.â He breathes out, thumb pressing down on your tongue.
He moves his hand away, and with a little whine, you lean forward until your face is pressed to his clothed cock.Â
This was all your idea, and you had loved to watch as Samâs control slipped as you talked dirty. But right now, you couldnât come up with anything to say. The hard wood pressing against your knees, the cross burning around your neck, Samâs words, it was too much. You were getting hazy, and all you could think of was your boyfriend.
You open your mouth and press your tongue over Samâs bulge over his pants. He hisses, still looking down at you. Almost desperately, you reach out and unbuckle his belt. You pull the clothing piece low enough that you had access to his aching cock, covered by his boxers and big.Â
You mouth at him over the fabric, little kitten licks over the bulge, soaking the fabric with spit.Â
âCome on, little lamb.â He murmurs, voice strained and breathy. âShow me how penitent you are.â
You pull down the fabric of his boxers until his cock sprang free. It curved up against his stomach, a little dark and huge.Â
Spit pools in your mouth at the sight. It didnât matter how many times you saw your boyfriendâs dick, it was a religious experience every time.Â
Especially this time.
A whiny little sound comes out of the back of your throat, and you immediately lean forward.Â
You lick up the shaft, from the base to the tip. You savor every vein under your tongue, relish on the little choked gasp Sam makes. You continue to give kitten licks all over his cock, almost reverently.Â
âYeah, just like that.â Sam whispers under his breath, and you finally wrap your lips around his tip, bulbous and angry red. His head drops back and it hits the wall of the confessional with a loud bang. âGood girl.âÂ
You whimper around Sam, the vibrations making him moan as low as he can, not wanting to get caught. You suck on the tip gently, tongue sliding over the slit, tasting his precum in your tongue.
You moan again at the taste. You loved it.
Slowly, you move your head down, taking more and more of him as you go. Sam moves one hand into your hair, not pushing down but pulling at the roots gently. You suck a little harder, tongue pressing against a particularly pronounced vein. He pulls harder, so hard it makes you move one hand from where it rested on your knee to press it against your pussy.Â
Soon, youâve taken all of Sam. He was nestled against the back of your throat, your lips stretched and puffy. You stay still for just a second, giving you throat time to accommodate as it contracts around his length. Samâs chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes shutting close for just a second before his eyes return to you.Â
âYouâre sinful.â He chokes out, pulling on your hair, trying to get you to move.Â
And you do. You move your head back until only the tip is in between your lips, and then sink back down.Â
Your knees ache from where they press against the hard, cold wood. They will probably bruise, and you couldnât wait for it. Sam continues to suppress moans and groans as you continue to move your head. You donât use your hands, you let your mouth do all the work.Â
You swallow around Sam when he hits particularly deep inside your mouth, and it has him whimpering. Oh, you need to hear that again.
You lean back, catching your breath for a moment. Sam fists his cock and rubs it on your lips, leaving them glistening with your own spit and his precum.Â
âAm I doing it right, Father?â You have half the mind to continue your little roleplay, and it is worthy when Samâs eyes shut down and his fist tightens around himself.Â
âFuck. Yes, darling. Youâre perfect. So good for me, so⊠devoted.â
You lean forward again, swallowing him down. This time, he uses the grasp on you hair to hold you still and starts to fuck your mouth.
He couldn't move much in the small space of the confessional, but his hips piston as his cock hits the back of your throat again, and again, and again.Â
Your hand presses down into your pussy harder, a wet patch staining your panties where you were soaked through. You press on your clit as Samâs thrusts quicken.
âFuck, yeah. So good for me, such a good girl.â He was clearly close, his glassy eyes focused on you, his voice wrecked as he babbled a little. âSo- mmph, so desperate to be pure, to be good.â
As Sam approaches his orgasm, you double down on your efforts. You circle him with your tongue, contract the walls of your throat around him, let your moans vibrate through him every time you press your hand a little harder against yourself.Â
âCome on, Father.â You say, leaning back until your lips brushed his tip with every word. âLet me please you. Give it to me.â
Samâs grip on your hair tightens when you sink back down on him. His thrusts become sloppy and discoordinated. He was a whimpering, groaning mess.Â
Finally, with one last thrust that left him settled deep in your throat, Sam comes with a shudder. His shoulders shake, and his head drops back, leaving you with a very clear sight of the clerical collar still around his neck, white fabric against flushed and sweaty skin.Â
The image makes you shiver as your fingers press more firmly against your clit, drawing desperate circles over the fabric of your panties. When the first rope of cum hits your tongue, you feel your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your loud moan is only silenced by the cock still in your mouth, but it causes Sam to shake with overstimulation.Â
âSwallow.â He demands, and wouldnât dream of doing anything else.
You stay there, suckling on his softening length as he comes, almost moaning at the glorious taste of your boyfriend. Your head is hazy with the situation and your own orgasm, and Sam has to practically peel you away from him. You whine as he slips out of your mouth, the last bit of cum landing over your lips.Â
âSorry, pretty girl, but I need a break.â Sam says gently, with his normal voice.Â
You look up at him, still kneeling down in the confessional. His breathing was already ragged, but his chest hitches at the sight of you.Â
Your eyes were glossy and wide, cheeks flushed, and lips puffy, glistening with spit and his cum. You swallow whatever was in your mouth and slowly lick your lips, tongue swiping up all of his release. He groans, head dropping forward.Â
âYouâll be the death of me, you little vixen.â He rubs a hand over his face, and you struggle to stand up. Your legs were shaky from your orgasm and your knees were sore from kneeling.Â
You had never felt better.Â
Sam quickly notices you struggling and grabs your waist, helping you stand up and holding you carefully against his chest.Â
âI can't believe I got you to do that.â You whisper, biting your lip as a sense of embarrassment and adrenaline washed down your back at what you had done.
Sam snorts. âI canât believe it either.â He huffs, looking at you with that warmth and sweetness you loved so much. His hair was even messier now and his lips were raw from biting back sounds.Â
Your hand moves up to fidget with his collar, fingers brushing against his skin, and you feel yourself getting worked up again.
âDonât even think about it, you insatiable little thing.â Samâs hand wraps around yours and pulls it away. You look at him and pout, which only makes him laugh and press a peck to your lips. âWho wouldâve guessed you were so freaky.â
Samâs teasing makes you blush furiously, and you take a step back from him. It is his time to pout, but he is way too big to be able to reach past the little window opening. You giggle at his dejected face, and after fixing your hair and dress, and making sure there wasn't spit or cum on your chin, you lean over to press a chaste kiss on his lips.Â
âDean is âinterviewingâ one of the victimsâ daughters.â You inform him, pressing your hands to your cheeks to try and dissipate the blush.
âIs that what kids are calling it nowadays?â Sam jokes, crossing his arms. It made his chest look even bigger, and you need to physically restrain yourself from leaning in and taking a bite off his bicep.
âApparently.â You shake your head. âYou need to wait until Mass ends and then meet us at the motel. If Dean is back by then, weâll debrief all the information weâve got.â You lean forward once again, squeezing past the little opening until your nose brushes Samâs. âIf heâs not back yet, then I will be waiting for you in our room.â You press another kiss to his lips, this time a little more lingering. âMake sure to bring the priest outfit with you.â
Before Sam can even say anything, you grab the grille and close it again. You make sure to lock it, and walk out of the confessionary as quietly and carefully as you can when your legs are still a little shaky. You slip out the small wooden box, not before hearing Samâs almost pained groan.Â
Thankfully, everyone was still focused on Mass, so no one paid attention to you. You slip out of the church and walk back to the motel, still in disbelief that you and Sam got away with something like that.
The next day, when the pastor asks you why your knees are bruised badly, you canât help but smirk as Sam blushes behind him.
âJust prayed a little too hard, sir.â
NOTES: I can't tell if this is terrible or not. Here it is anyways.
Sam and you are struck by a sex curse.
Thatâs it. Thatâs the summary.
Read it on AO3
My 2024 Kinktober series
Rated E. 1.2k words. Sex curse. Marathon sex. Everyone needs to hydrate after this.
âOh God,â you gasp, as Sam enters you again.
Youâre straddling him, your arms around his broad shoulders, his face pressed into your neck. You can feel yourself starting to get sore, but if anything that makes you chase the pleasure more intensely.
And you canât stop chasing it, even though you donât know why. Your thoughts prod at the question but itâs almost like itâs escaping you, running away from you. You can see the questionâs little bunny-tail disappearing around a corner just as Sam raises his head.
Both of you are sweating and panting, the room around you having grown impossibly hot, or maybe that is just the two of you, what youâve been doing. Sam presses his open mouth against the underside of your jaw, tongues at the skin, as he bucks up into you and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him, the stretch and the immeasurable pleasure Sam is giving you.
Thatâs the other thing â the pleasure wonât let up. You keep coming and coming and so does Sam, and a distant part of your brain knows that thereâs something weird about that, that something isnât right about it, that youâve skipped right past all limits the human body has. But then Sam tightens his arms around your waist, pulls you hard against him, the slick skin of your bodies sliding against each other, and you forget to wonder.
Your head drops back as another mind-numbing orgasm shakes you, the feeling of it so intense that you feel it in your fingertips, behind your eyelids. Either something very strange is going on or this is just what itâs like to fuck Sam Winchester.
Your head drops forward again and heâs there to meet you, one hand going to the back of your neck to make you focus on him, make you look into his eyes. Your hands go to his face because you canât believe how well you can feel him, feel him pulsing inside of you.
âSam,â you pant, and your voice comes out broken, because you have been screaming and whimpering for what feels like hours now. âCâcanât stop, need toââ
Sam kisses you in response, his lips pressing against yours so hard youâd think he wants to devour you.
âI donât want to stop,â he pants into your mouth, and you think you could come again just from his breath on you, in you. âDonât ever want to stop feeling you.â
You start riding Sam harder, another orgasm already building in you but what is driving you just as much is the deepening frown appearing on Samâs face, the one that you now have learned means heâs about to come.
âFuck,â he mutters as he presses you down on him again and again. Heâs fucking up into you so hard, loud sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, that youâre sure youâll be bruised soon but you couldnât care less. Any mark he leaves on you youâll be sure to caress with the same love you have for the man under you. The one youâve been denying yourself for so long. So long. Weird, you think. Time is a strange concept.
And again, Samâs body distracts you, because how could it not? He makes a desperate, pained sound and you swipe some hair thatâs wet with sweat off his forehead.
âSam, harder,â you barely manage to say but as if heâs reading your mind, heâs already doing it, already fucking you harder and you feel like you could probably pass out from how hard. Heâs driving you so close against him that you think maybe youâll stick together forever, and then he makes that sound again, a mix between a grunt and something else, and you can feel him spill inside you, just as he has so many times already.
Samâs spendings are warm inside you and that alone, the feeling of that, pushes you over the edge again, makes you keen as you keep riding him, your hands going into his hair, fisting it, needing something, anything, to hold on to. Then you slump against him, holding him close, and both of you drop over to the side.
The mattress is impossibly soft. Sam doesnât let go of you, keeps you wrapped up close to him. Heâs still inside of you, somehow still hard, his hands resting on you as you both catch your breath. Your biggest instinct should be to sleep, or, more likely, to pass out. But Samâs hand on you moves and you feel him stirring inside you again already. He leans over you. Heâs still panting but itâs like he canât stop himself, and neither can you.
âI think somethingâs wrong,â he says, as his big hands find your breasts, squeeze them. You moan, but you know heâs right. Something weird is going on here.
âWhere were we?â you ask, but what you mean is how did we get here? For some reason you canât see the room around you, canât focus on it enough, also because Sam is rolling over you and thereâs nowhere else you want to look.
âI canât stop,â he huffs as he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, circles them, and you have no idea why he would want to stop. âNeed to have you. Just one more time.â
Without ever having left you he pulls almost all the way out and then slams into you again and even on the first thrust, you feel your insides clench down on him, another climax announcing itself. How the hell is that possible?
Sam lets go of your breasts and grabs your hands, your fingers entangling with his as he pins them against the mattress under you, kisses you deeply.
âSam, please, make me come,â you whine when he breaks away. And he does. Again and again.
You both do eventually pass out because your bodies cannot keep up. Sam somehow manages to sling his arm over you, almost as if trying to hide your nakedness from the outside world, and thatâs the last thing you know.
Dean finds you, the witch killed, the spell broken. Itâs a very awkward drive back to the motel, not least of all because youâre tacky with Samâs sperm and your sweat as well as his. Samâs staring straight ahead during the drive, his face deeply worried and you canât stop looking at him.
Could be a remnant of the spell, but you know itâs not. Youâve never been able to stop looking at Sam.
After a long, long shower, a good nightâs sleep and drinking about a bathtub worth of water, thereâs a knock at the door of your room in the morning. You open up. Itâs Sam. He looks terrified.
âWe need to talk,â he says and you invite him in.
He feels guilty, because of course Sam would, but he was as much under the influence of the spell as you were.
Itâs a strange situation, made infinitely stranger by the realization that you want him again. Sam seems to feel the same, because after an hour of talking, somehow you wind up in each otherâs arms again.
You go slowly this time, no desperation and also because you are both still exhausted, both a little used up. Itâs different, and neither of you manages to wring more than one round from your tired bodies. But itâs incredible.
content: EXPLICIT 18+, porn without plot, genuinely there is no plot, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, edging, dom/sub dynamics like..a little bit, soft dom sam, size kink but also only a little bit, no use of y/n
word count: 2.3k
summary: Sam has a thing about control. So when the pieces donât quite fall into placeâwhen a hunt goes a little sideways, for exampleâSam can get a littleâŠtwitchy. Antsy, irritable. What youâve learned, though, is that itâs all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.
notes: i thought this was finished two days ago and then ended up writing, like, a thousand more words. whoops. anyways uhhh...i've never written anything quite like this before (this is my first ever legit pwp lmao) so uhh if it sucks don't tell me i'll cry
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Sam has a thing about control. You canât fault him, of course; itâs actually sickening to think about how often his autonomy, his freedom of choice, has been wrested from him. Him turning into a bit of a control freak seems, frankly, like the best case scenario. It does mean that when the pieces donât quite fall into placeâwhen a hunt goes a little sideways, for exampleâSam can get a littleâŠtwitchy. Antsy, irritable; you love him to death, but heâs a damn terror to be around when a hunt doesnât go your way. What youâve learned, though, is that itâs all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.
Two thick fingers press into your cunt, slow and leisurely, like heâs got all the time in the world, like youâre not falling apart in his lap. Like he doesnât have you so wet itâs probably dripping down his wrist. He has your legs hooked over his, keeping you spread and open for him as he teases you. His smirk presses to your temple, your cheek, just below your ear as he plasters your face with soft kisses. âYouâre doing so good,â he mutters, his lips brushing against your neck with the praise. âSo perfect for me, you sound so pretty like this. Tell me when youâre close, okay, baby?âÂ
God, youâre not sure youâll ever get there like this. âSam, please.â Youâre not above begging, not in the slightest, especially not right now. You feel like youâve been here for hours, panting and whining on Samâs lap. For fuckâs sake, youâve still got your sweater on.
You feel more than hear the little laugh your whine drags out of Sam, a rumble in his chest where youâre plastered against him, a puff of air against your throat. âYou need some help? Hmm?â he asks, dragging his unoccupied hand up your stomach and rucking your sweater up as he does. At the same time, his fingers curl inside you, stealing your breath and sending your head lolling back on his shoulder.Â
âGodââ Your hands scramble to grab onto something, anything, searching for purchase. In the end, one lands on Samâs wrist as his hand cups your breast, the other grasping at the sheets below you, twisting them in your grip.Â
His thumb brushes over your nipple, drawing a choked whimper from your throat. âAnswer me, baby. Can you come like this, or do you need more?âÂ
How are you even supposed to think like this, let alone speak? âFuck, Samââ you manage to babble out, turning your head to hide in the crook of his neck. The smell of him floods your senses, pine and musk and just a little bit of sweat that lets you know heâs not as unaffected as he pretends to be. âMore. I need more, please.âÂ
âThere you go,â Sam coos at you. Then he shifts the angle of his hand so the meat of his palm grinds against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, dragging a guttural moan from your throat in the process. âThat wasnât so hard, was it? My good girl.âÂ
Curses spill from your lips like a chant as everything ramps up tenfold and leaves you struggling to keep up. Samâs fingers, practised and precise, drag against your g-spot with every thrust and, combined with the pressure against your clit, they have you moaning and babbling incoherent pleas in moments. Your chest heaves with your panting, gasping breaths as the pressure in your gut grows and twists and builds until it threatens to send you careening over the edge.Â
Samâs wrist twists in your grip until you release it, letting that hand fall to white-knuckle the sheets below you with the other one. With his hand newly free, Sam draws his fingertips along your jaw and tilts your head up until he can see your face. âYouâre so beautiful,â he says, sweet as candy, as if heâs not taking you apart. âTalk to me, baby. Howâre we doinâ?âÂ
Oh, heâs such a dick; he knows how youâre doing. Your pussy is pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat, he knows damn well. He just wants you to say it. But you know what game youâre playing. âSamâŠâ
He presses his thumb to your lips, and his turn down on a frown that you knowâyou knowâis performative, but that puppy look still digs its claws into your head. âCome on.âÂ
âOh, fuckââ Sam curls his fingers, and your gut pulls so tight you almost forget to breathe. âOkay, Iâm close, God, Sam, pleaseââ You know it's coming, but it still comes as a stone cold shock to your system when Samâs fingers still inside you and the pressure of his palm disappears from your clit. Your cunt flutters as the bliss that had been moments away fades out of reach; your thighs futilely trying to close, press together, but you're stopped by Samâs legs holding them open.Â
Sam carefully unsheathes his fingers from your cunt, and you could damn near sob.
He coos over the sound of your whine. âI know. But you're so pretty like this, sweetheart, so good for me.â His hand leaves your face to catch yours as you reach down to finish the job yourself, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. âUh-uh. You trust me, don't you, pretty girl? Iâll take care of you.â
 You narrow your eyes, glaring even as you twist your hand to tangle your fingers with his. âYouâre evil.âÂ
His laugh puffs over your lips as he leans down to press a quick kiss to them. Itâs a little uncoordinated, and certainly not the best angle. But itâs a sweet apology. âMaybe I just thought you'd rather come on my cock.âÂ
Your next inhale is sharp, a response to the way his words make your neglected pussy flutter. You twist a little further, your nose bumping his with how close you are. âAre you gonna let me?â you ask, and your lips brush against his as you speak.Â
He hums, and his eyes crinkle with the grin that he presses to your lips. âSay pleaseââ he murmurs, the words washing over you like a waveâ âand maybe I will.â Your hand tightens around his.
God, but if the power trip doesn't look good on him. The word comes out on a breath, just barely a whisper of, âPlease.âÂ
Sam swallows the plea with a kiss, draws a gasp out of you as his teeth sink into your bottom lip and tug as he pulls away. âPleaseâŠwhat?â he urges, dragging a line of hot, open kisses along your jaw and down the line of your neck. âCome on. You want it, donât you? Use your words.âÂ
You tip your head back, and youâre sure Sam feels you swallow around your need because the next kiss he lands on your throat is biting. âPlease,â you say again, âplease let me come on your cock.âÂ
Samâs smile against your throat is so bright it almost burns, and he releases your hand from his grip. âAnything for you, baby.â He presses one last kiss to the base of your neck before his hands come up under your thighs, lifting you off his lap. âCome on.âÂ
You help him maneuver you until youâre laying on your back on the bed, and you take the opportunity to stretch your legs out, groaning at the stiffness from having them in that position for so long.
Sam kneels beside you, his hands squeezing at your thighs. âYou alright?â he asks. His hands smooth up your legs to your hips before he draws them back down again in a pseudo-massage.Â
You nod. âIâm okay,â you tell him, and then you let your thighs fall open to make room for him. You get the pleasure of watching his eyes snap from your face to your cunt, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. âWant you.âÂ
He lifts his gaze to yours again, and he holds it as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down and off. âWhatever you want, beautiful,â he says, climbing over you and settling with his hips between your thighs before he pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and braces his hand beside your head.
Entirely shameless, you reach out to press a hand to his chest, admiring the solid planes of his stomach flexing as he holds himself up to hover above you. His muscles shift, a body perfectly designed to drag the tip of his cock through your folds. Your breath catches in your chest, your hand smoothing up and over his shoulders to tangle your fingers in his hair.Â
He smiles, then his hand settles on your thigh. âCâmere,â he mutters, drawing your leg up over his hip. Your other leg follows suit, your ankles crossing. Keeping him close. âThere you go.â With that, he presses inside you. He slides in easyâyou werenât exactly hurting for prepâbut the stretch of your cunt around him still has you groaning in tandem with him.Â
âFuck, Samââ you gasp as he bottoms out, his hips kissing yours. Somehow, you always manage to forget just how big he is until youâre so full you feel like you can feel him in your throat.Â
Samâs hand thatâs not currently holding him up drags the hem of your sweater up until itâs bunched around your shoulders, leaving you, essentially, bare for him. He trails his fingers down your torso, watching the goosebumps that bloom on your stomach as he traces your skin. âGood?â he asks, his voice tight with the effort of keeping still inside you.Â
âYeah. So fucking full,â you moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand cups your breast. âBut yeah, Iâm good.âÂ
âGood.â He draws out, dragging along your walls until only the tip is left inside, and you brace for the punch of the next thrust. But it never comes. He lingers, teasing, until you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you. âYou wanna beg for it?âÂ
âOh, fuck off,â you groan, pressing your heels into his back in an effort to press him forward. He doesnât budge.Â
âI think youâre gonna,â he says, ducking his head to press his lips to the hinge of your jaw. âYou wanna come? All you have to do is say pleaseââ He brushes his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pulling a whimper from your throatâ âand then Iâll fuck you so good, you know I will. Just let me hear it.âÂ
You turn your head to face him, staring him down, breathing in his air as you consider his proposal. You lift your head to brush your lips against his. âPlease fuck me.â If you hadnât been paying attention, you wouldnât have noticed, but his hand flexes just so where heâs cupping your chest. âSam. Please.âÂ
Sam draws you into a proper kiss at the same time he slams home into you. Although, a proper kiss is maybe not the best way to describe it. Itâs more Sam licking into your open, panting mouth, swallowing the desperate, airy moans that his thrusts are punching out of you. The pace he sets isnât fast, but itâs deep, and with his tongue on your mouth and his hand on your tits, it feels like you can feel him everywhere, like there isnât a single part of your body that isnât being consumed by him.Â
âMy beautiful girl,â Sam rasps as he pulls away. He drags kisses down your neck, and then skips right over the bulk of your sweater to scrape his teeth over your nipple at the same time his fingers pinch at the other. Your chest spasms on a sobbing moan, your nails scraping down his back, aching for purchase. The feeling is overwhelming, lighting up every nerve ending you have until the only thing you can think about is SamâSamâs mouth on your chest, Samâs voice soothing heated skin, Samâs fucking cock taking you apart. âYou sound so wrecked, baby, look at you.âÂ
âSamââ His name drips from your lips like a mantra, over and over and over like itâs the only thing you can say anymore. Youâre so close, teetering so close to the edge that a light breeze could push you over. âGod, pleaseââÂ
His hand abandons your chest, smoothing down your ribs and over your hip bone. âI got you. I said Iâd take care of you, didnât I?â he says, and then he flattens his tongue over your nipple as he shoves his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit.Â
Itâs overâyour whole body trembles with it, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Samâs hips stutter where heâs fucking you through it, and then you feel him spill into you, the spasms of your pleasure having pulled him off the cliff right along with you.Â
âOh, fuckâthere you go,â he gasps, his hips slowing to a stop as you both ride out the recovery. âSo perfect, so good for me.âÂ
With the last of your energy, you lift your hands to his face to drag him into a spent, sloppy kiss. âTook such good care of me,â you mutter into his mouth, shivering while he takes the opportunity to carefully slide out of you. âLove you so much.âÂ
In a few minutes, the two of you will have to stumble out of bed to the bathroom, clean up and truly recover. But right now, Samâs smile against your lips warms your chest enough to forget about his cum dripping from your cunt. âLove you too.âÂ
Summary: Researching with Sam was always a treat. Unlike most hunters who did it simply as a means to an end, Sam always seemed to genuinely enjoy having a nose in the books. He was a kindred spirit in that way. Maybe thatâs what made you fall for him. Turns out, heâs felt the same way about you. Who said researching couldnât be fun?
Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, she/her pronouns, femme nicknames (baby, pretty girl), reader is AFAB, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (remember to be safe, friends), spanking, PWP (Plot? What plot?), no beta we die like men
A/N: I may be a Dean girlie through and through, but Iâd have to be absolutely blind to not appreciate how damn good Sam looks. Iâm a sucker for guys with longer hair. Iâve never written for Sam, and I donât feel like I have as solid of a grasp on his character. But hey, we all gotta start somewhere yeah? I am apparently incapable of writing a short smut piece. Also in my head, Sam is a kinky fucker, and no I will not hear otherwise.
It had been far too long since you sat in the library of the bunker, nose-deep into a lore book. The last several months had seen you taking hunts all across the west coast with little to no reprieve in between jobs. Such was the life, though. There was always something else to hunt. Always someone else to save. Always some threat that needed to be put down. It was a hectic way to live, but you couldnât deny that it was fulfilling. You helped people. And that would always make it worth it.
But that only made the quiet moments that much more precious.Â
The Winchesterâs bunker was hardly home, but any hunter worth their salt would be hard pressed to find a library of this caliber. You may have been a decent hunter in the field, but texts and manuscripts were where you really shone. Sam and Dean had answered your call for help on hunts before, and you had done the same on occasion. There had always been a hint of something between you and Sam from the beginning, but neither of you acted on it. The life of a hunter wasnât one that afforded either of you the luxury of getting attached to any one person. So the two of you simply existed in the orbit of the other, occasionally passing close but never touching. Never breaking that physical barrier.Â
But the both of you could appreciate being around the other without the need to directly interact. Which is why you were sat across the table from Sam in the bunker library, each of you engrossed in your own book. You peeked over the top of the pages, sneaking a glimpse of him in his zone. He had no right looking as handsome as he was. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The way his lips moved silently as he read. It was all too captivating. You quickly averted your eyes back to your own book, cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the bunker's heating system.Â
A creak of the chair across from you broke through your focus, and you looked up to see Sam closing his book. His hazel eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of something unnamable that passed between you. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to the bookshelves, running his fingers over the spines of the ancient tomes as he searched for a specific volume. You watched him move with a quiet grace, admiring the way his muscles shifted beneath his flannel shirt. Sam finally pulled out a thick, leather-bound book and made his way back to the table, sitting across from you again. You went back to focusing on your book.
Sam glanced up from the tome in front of him, catching a peek of you engrossed in the text. A soft smile played on his lips as he let himself admire from afar. No one read like you did. The way your eyebrows rose and fell when you read something new. There was always a glint in your eye when you stumbled upon a particularly interesting passage, and Sam couldnât help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. When you turned the page and chewed on your lip, Sam made the executive decision that he was done with the unspoken connection.
He cleared his throat, his breath briefly catching when you looked up at him through your lashes.
âCan I be honest with you for a moment?â he asked slowly, steeling his nerves. You set your book down, your heart racing at the vulnerability in Samâs gaze. His question lingered in the air, heavy with unvoiced feelings that danced between you.
âOf course,â you nodded, urging him to continue. There was a flicker of uncertainty in his expression before he took a deep breath.
âI⊠I know that weâve kept each other at armâs length. For good reason,â he started, his eyes never leaving yours. âBut every time weâre in the same room, itâs like thereâs something unspoken between us. Am I reading that right, or am I completely off?â
You took a steadying breath, tension crackling between the two of you. You simultaneously wanted to thank whatever god might have been watching over you and punch them for encouraging Sam to drag the truth out into the open. You had been content letting whatever there was between you and Sam just sit in the dark, never touching on what it could be. But here it was. Brought into the light at last, waiting to be explored. You swallowed.
âYouâre not completely off,â you admitted softly, feeling a rush of both fear and exhilaration at finally acknowledging the undercurrent of something more than had been threatening to pull you under. âThereâs always been something, hasnât there?â
Sam let out a long, slow exhale, relief evident in his eyes as he nodded in agreement.
âYeah,â he breathed, his voice just barely above a whisper as if the moment would shatter to pieces if he spoke too loud. âIâve tried to ignore it. Thought it would just fizzle out over time. But it didnât. And itâs not just me, is it?â he continued, standing from his seat and moving around the table to your side. He reached out tentatively, his fingers grazing yours on the table. âI donât want to ignore it anymore,â Sam confessed. You intertwined your fingers with his, a rush of raw desire and emotion breaking free from behind the dam you had built up.
âI donât want to ignore it either.â You looked up at him.
Sam dipped down and pressed his lips against yours in a long-overdue kiss. It was soft and gentle, a tender exploration of something that was simultaneously both familiar and foreign. But as you both grew bolder, the kiss deepened with a fervor that threatened to overtake you all at once. Samâs free hand came up to cup your cheek, and his tongue swiped at your lower lip. You responded eagerly, parting your lips as his tongue slid against yours. The library melted around you, only leaving the sensation of Samâs warm touch and the taste of desire on your lips.
When you broke apart, both of you were breathless and flushed with a newfound desire that coursed through your veins. Sam rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he found instead was a mirrored reflection of the same yearning that burned within him.
âIâve wanted to do that for longer than I care to admit,â he confessed. You smiled softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his face.
âMe too,â you replied, abandoning the book in your hand entirely and twisting in your chair to face him better. You pressed another soft kiss to his lips. âDonât suppose thereâs anything else youâve wanted to do for a long while, hm?â
The playfulness in Samâs eyes winked out and was replaced by a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that hadnât been there before. His hand left yours and instead, he tangled his fingers through your hair, carding them through the strands.Â
âThere might have been one or two other things...â he mumbled against your lips. He straightened up, pulling you out of your chair with him. âUp on the table.â
âWait, here?â You spoke in a hushed tone, even though you knew that you were the only two in the bunker. Dean had left who knew how long ago, grumbling something about the ânerd conventionâ being in town. You hadnât caught the full extent of the conversation, mainly because Sam and his brother could converse with glances alone, and you had given up trying to figure it out forever ago.
âYeah, here,â Sam confirmed, his voice low and husky with desire. The thrill of it all coursed through you, charging the atmosphere between you further. You didnât hesitate as he helped you up onto the sturdy wooden table, unceremoniously pushing books and papers aside to make room for you.
Sam stepped between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your waist as his lips found yours once more. It was fervent and needy and full of the promise of more. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt. His lips seared yours, branding you with the heat of his passion and desire. Your lips parted with a quiet moan as his lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck. Your head fell back in a silent invitation, willing to give him access to every inch of your skin. He took it, backing off just long enough to yank your shirt up and unclasping your bra with practiced ease. Although, he couldnât even be bothered to fully remove anything, just shoving your shirt and bra out of the way as he sucked and nipped at a spot just beneath your collarbone.Â
And his hands â God his hands. One kept a hold on your shirt and bra, keeping them out of his way as he teased a nipple between his teeth. The other ran up your back, grabbed a handful of the hair just above the nape of your neck, and pulled, still bracing his arm against you to serve as counterpressure. You arched into his touch, your hips pressing against him in a silent pleas for more of his attention. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you as though he was making up for lost time and memorizing your shape with his fingers alone. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as he took you apart piece by piece. His fingers trailed their way down your sides, grazing your hips and sending a shiver through you. When he finally moved to trail kisses back to your lips, you met him halfway, pulling him closer until you felt the length of him press against your center.
âFuck, I want you,â you breathed against his ear, voice breathless with need. Sam paused, lifting his head so he could meet your gaze.
âI want you too,â he echoed back to you. âBut I donât know that I want to make it that easy for you.â Your breath hitched at his words, heart pounding in your chest as need swept through you, pooling at your core. The thought that Sam could very well leave you like this, wanting and waiting and so fucking turned on was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. The playful smirk that crept onto his face told you everything you needed to know; he wouldnât leave you like this, but he was certainly going to drag it out.
He tugged at the button of your jeans, and there was no elegance in the way he helped you shimmy out of them and your panties. The surface of the library table was cool against your skin, and just when you thought that Sam couldnât possibly be any sexier than he already way, he sank to his knees. Watching a man as physically imposing as him drop to his knees before you was a sight that needed to be imprinted on the back of your eyelids so you could see it again and again and again. His hands were steady on your hips as he tugged you to the edge of the table, his eyes only leaving yours when he pressed a kiss to your knee. The heat of his breath ghosted across your skin as he kissed and licked his way up the inside of one thigh. Then, avoiding the spot where you wanted him most, he sucked a bruise on your other thigh, trailing kisses back down until he was at your other knee. You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on.
âBeg when youâve had enough,â was your only warning before his mouth was on you, tongue stroking along your folds and fingers digging into your thighs to hold you at his mercy. You whimpered and whined and moaned. Every gasp and sigh and plea only fueled him more, and when he sank two fingers into your wet heat, your back arched and you cried out his name. You bucked against him, desperate for more â desperate for him. You felt him smile against you, before he swirled his tongue around your clit and twisted his fingers in you to curl them up towards your belly. You clawed at him, torn between pulling him closer for more of that delicious friction or pushing him away to escape the overwhelming sensations.Â
âSam,â you groaned, legs tensing on either side of his shoulders.
âHmm?â he hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the tension that coiled inside you.
âPlease.â You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled because you were pretty sure that the only words in your vocabulary were âSamâ and âpleaseâ anymore. He took pity on you and sucked your clit between his lips, laving it with attention while he pulsed his fingers against that sensitive spot inside you.Â
âThatâs it, come for me, pretty girl.â You shattered beneath his touch, your orgasm crashing over you. Your legs shook, and the hand you have placed behind you to brace yourself just about buckled as Sam continued his assault, drawing out your climax and setting every nerve alight.
Sam didnât relent. You whimpered and patted his head with urgency as things moved into âtoo much.â He soothed you with his tongue, his movements becoming gentler as you came down from your high. He stood, his lips meeting yours in a hurried kiss, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You moaned into him, and he ground his hips against you, his cock hard and demanding.
âSam, please,â you begged. âPlease fuck me already.â
âDonât worry. Iâm far from done with you, pretty girl.âÂ
He urged you forward, coaxing you off the table and onto unsteady legs. Mercifully, he helped steady you before prompting you to turn around. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades and gently nudged you forward until your front was pressed flat against the table. There was the vague clinking sound of his belt and zipper before Sam was crowding you. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of relief. He kept his hand on your back and steadied your hip with the other as he pressed forward, filling you with the entire length of him.Â
âFuckâŠâ you breathed, arms braced on the table in front of you and arching into him. His thrusts were slow and measured at first, giving you time to adjust. Then, he sank fully into you, leaning over you to grab for one of the books that had been scattered across the table. He was so goddamn tall that he reached over you effortlessly.
âIâm gonna make you work for it, pretty girl,â he said, the tone in his voice unlike anything you had heard from Sam before. You barely had a moment to try and figure out what he meant by those words as he cracked open a book and propping it up in front of you. âRead for me, baby. Out loud. Any time you make a mistake, Iâm gonna punish you for it.â
You might have laughed if the moment were different. Reading was as easy as breathing for you, and if he thought that this was a challenge, then he didnât know you as well as you thought. You took a deep breath and read over the first line on the page. And then he moved, and all the wind was knocked out of your sails. On the initial thrust, you managed to keep your composure, but somewhere between three and four, you stumbled over the Latin name for some creature you couldnât be bothered to pay attention to. His hand met your ass, and you yelped, jolting forward. The hard edge of the table dug into your hips, a stark reminder that Sam had you entirely at his mercy. Trapped between the solid form of him and the cool surface of the library table. And you realized that the Sam behind you was an entirely different side of him you had never experienced before.
Sam chuckled â fucking chuckled â as he soothed his hand over the placed where he had just spanked you.
âKeep going, pretty girl,â he said, amusement in his voice. You could hear him smiling as he spoke. If you didnât enjoy this, he might have sounded cruel. Thank god you were into this as much as he was. You took another deep breath, doing your best to ignore the stinging. âDonât worry, we can go slow.â And he kept to his word. The languid way he moved his hips gave off the impression that he could do this for hours if he had the time. You continued reading, faltering again when his hand slid from your ass to your clit. He made a âtskâing sound before spanking you again, striking the same spot he had before. You squealed under him, excitement coursing through your veins, and he picked up his pace, every thrust making it just a little harder to get through the next sentence.
Your words stumbled and faltered as his movements grew more urgent. Sure enough, when your voice caught on the phrase âAd libitumâ because of course it would on a phrase like that, his hand connected with your skin again. You gasped, pushing yourself up onto your toes in an attempt to meet his thrusts. The pleasure and pain mingled together in a heady mix that would no doubt fry your circuits if you lingered for too long. You whimpered as the cycle continued. You read as best as you could, but your mistakes grew closer and closer as Samâs thrusts grew harder and faster. It was like being on a tightrope between desire and frustration helpless under his dominance. But you couldnât think of anywhere else you would rather be. Occasionally, his hand would leave your clit to spank your ass again, both a punishment and incentive to do better next time. Every smack echoed loudly in the room, adding another layer to the symphony of sounds.
He slid out of you, just long enough to hoist you up and sit you back on the edge of the table, the book completely forgotten as he sank back into you. Samâs breathing became more labored, his movements more urgent as he drove into you deeper and harder. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, realizing that he had been so desperate to have you that he hadnât wasted extra time stripping. Your name tumbled from his lips in a low growl, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, meeting his thrust for thrust, desperately needing to feel him closer. Your orgasm was building again, and when his lips found their way to your neck, he bit and sucked a love bruise there. You came shuddering around his cock, and your name left his lips once more in a hoarse cry as he buried himself deep inside you, finding his own release moments after.
The library was quiet again, filled only with the sounds of yours and Samâs ragged breaths. As you lifted your gaze to meet his, your breaths mingled in the stillness, and you could feel the connection between you settle into something more comfortable. More steadfast. Like the roots of an old tree. He leaned in to kiss you savoring the moment with a gentle intensity before slipping out of you.Â
âYou are something else, you know that?â he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. And just like that, the Sam you had come to cherish reemerged â the sweet and caring gentle giant. His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, and he kissed you once more, a soft and chaste touch that spoke volumes. âCâmon, letâs get you cleaned up,â he suggested with a warm smile. âI think weâve spent enough time among the books for now.â And his words were a gentle breeze, guiding you back to reality. The life of a hunter might have been unpredictable and fraught with danger, but, really, it wasnât something you couldnât handle together.
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An Elephant Never Forgets - Steddie X Fem!Reader (Smut)
Summary - Steve arrives at Eddie's trailer expecting to hang out, but finds himself spying on his two friends.
Warnings - Strong Language / Threesome / Soft to Rough / Boot Riding / Oral (M & F receiving) / Cum Eating / Perv!Steve / Sex Toys / Praise Kink / Unprotected Sex / Spit / Degradation / Cum Play / Hair Pulling
Word Count - 2.3k
A/N - This (nsfw) had my jaw on the floor oml
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Forest Hills Trailer Park met a tapestry of luminescent rays from the setting sun as the evening shadows deepened into rich purples. The wind blew a gentle fragrance of mud and pine, bringing with it the end of summer blues and a drop in temperature. Birds chirped their little lullabies as they settled into their nests and watched nature's masterpiece paint the sky.
When Steve finally arrived at Eddie's trailer, the sun had eclipsed the horizon, kissing the earth goodnight and bidding the world farewell to its burning embers. The sun's fiery glow had melted into twilight. The hum of Steve's engine had disturbed a small finch, who had been perched on Eddie's tin roof, and it soured into the slumberous sky and back into its tree house. Regardless, Steve paid no mind as he exited his car.
The stray fallen leaves crunched beneath his boots as he headed towards the front door, when he paused abruptly. Funny. Eddie had asked Steve to hang out after he had finished his shift at Scoops Ahoy, and yet, all the lights were off- there was no offensive music, no obnoxious singing, no unsavoury movie on the TV. Surely Eddie hadn't forgotten.
Steve tried his luck knocking on the door.
No answer.
He tried again a little louder.
Nothing.
Eddie's van was still in the driveway so he wasn't at band practice. Steve held a grip on the cool metal handle and pushed downward. With a gentle click, it opened. He treaded lightly through the trailer, starting with the living room to see if Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch. With no luck, he steered towards the hall where he noticed a faint golden glow from a crack in the door of Eddie's bedroom. The closer he approached, he could hear a faint buzzing getting louder and louder and the lewd sounds of slurping and the clicking of a wet tongue.
Out of curiosity, Steve approached the door and peaked through the crack, pushing against it only enough to see through and not cause it to creak. Steve's jaw hit the floor at the sight.
Eddie was positioned on the edge of the bed and had you sitting before him, head nestled snuggly on his lap as he softly raked his fingers through your hair. It seemed innocent enough, only you were suckling gently on the tip of Eddies cock, bright red and leaking its pearly juices into your eager mouth. And while that was shockingly arousing to Steve, it wasn't what had his eyes bulging from their sockets.
Unlike Eddie, who had his jeans hanging low on his hips, you were completely naked, your beautiful backside on full display for him. Your hands had been handcuffed behind your back, and your hips rolled gingerly along the leather of Eddies boot. And it wasn't until he heard you moan softly around Eddie's cock that he realised where the buzzing sound was coming from. A vibrator was strapped firmly in place around Eddie's shin, set to the lowest vibration. And as your clit swiped along it with each delicate rock of your hips, the dildo strapped vertically to the toe-cap of his boot prodded deeper inside of you. He could see the perspiration glistening on your skin. Who knows how long you had been going at it.
Steve could feel his loins burning at the sight. He knew it was wrong to be watching such an intimate moment between the two of you. He knew he was being a disgusting perv, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. It was addicting. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to replace that dildo with the full length of his aching cock. And this wasn't the first time he had thought about you this way, or Eddie for that matter. He had had the privilege of your companies for experimentation before. But never the two of you together at once.Â
The concept had his hand reaching for the bulge in his jeans, adjusting himself for a bit of relief. He couldn't prevent the hiss that sucked through his teeth at the gratifying sensation. But that feeling was short lived when Eddie's eyes snapped to his, catching him red handed.Â
Steve half expected Eddie to stop, to cover you up and start yelling at him for being a perv and a peeping tom. Instead, he signalled Steve to enter with a quick jerk of his head. Eddie began tapping his foot gently, the dildo prodding delightfully inside of you and distracting you from the creak of the door when Steve stepped over the threshold. Â
"That's it, Sweetheart, keep taking that cock." Eddie cooed at you sweetly, before locking eyes with Steve in a mischievously planned look. "You need some help riding it?"
You hummed around Eddie's tip in a delightful post orgasm delirium, your mind hazy with pleasure and a need to please him. At his question, you'd expected him to begin tapping his foot faster or increasing the angle of his foot to make it slide deeper inside of you. Instead, you gasped in shock when two hands placed themselves on your hips and began manoeuvring you up and down the length of the dildo. The sweet aromas of chocolate syrup and maraschino cherries were enough to tell you who had positioned themselves behind you.
"Steve." You moan airily, barely above a whisper, but loud enough for them both to hear.
In your pleasure, you didn't even question why he was here or where he had appeared from. All you could feel was the warmth from his soft hands as they worked you up and down. The dildo was not nearly as big as Eddie's cock, or Steve's as you recalled. It was the Goldilocks of dildos- it wasn't small enough where you felt nothing, nor was it big enough to make you cum, it was just right to keep you on the edge of euphoria. And Eddie had picked it out tonight especially, just to be a big tease, but with Steve now in the mix, the night was going to go a lot differently than he had planned.
"That's it, Honey. You're doing so good." Steve's voice softly rasped in your ear as he planted a kiss to your shoulder.Â
Your tummy warmed at the praise and, despite your aching thighs, continued to move with him as he pleased. With your lips still wrapped around Eddie, you clawed blindly at Steve's shirt with your tied hands. He caught on quickly and removed his shirt, pressing his bare front to your back, causing you to melt into him.
"Please." You mumble around Eddie's tip.
"What was that, Sweetheart." He asked stroking a thumb across your forehead.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"More." You pleaded. "I need more."
"More? Oh I see," He teased. "You want Steve's cock, don't 'cha, Sweetheart?"
You nod desperately as you licked his head back into your mouth for persuasion. Eddie shuddered in pleasure, but agreed regardless. He bent over to switch the vibrator off, causing you to whine at the loss. He took you by the arm and helped you onto the bed. You lay on your back, hands trapped beneath your own body weight as the two of them stood before you and admired you in all of your glory. They ogled at the perked nipples on your breasts and the glistening juices on your pussy. You sighed in desperation, yearning for them to do something other than burn your image into their brains.
Steve made the first move. He reached for his belt and removed his jeans, giving himself a few tugs to spark more life into his impressive length. You bit your lip at the sight and your pussy drooled for him hungrily. He gave you no warning as he plunged himself in one fell swoop until his hips snapped harshly against yours. He held himself there, groaning loudly and absorbing the utter ecstasy that the walls of your cunt flowed through him. You gasped as he jerked his pelvis, pulling his drenched cock out until just the tip remained before repeating. His thrusts were slow yet fulfilling and his hand cupped your hips delicately to hold you in place. You whimpered with the stretch, pussy dripping to accommodate him. Â
You had barely noticed that Eddie had gotten himself undressed until he began stroking himself at the sight of you and Steve. Greedily, he swooped down to trail kisses across your tender breasts and down your stomach until he reached the place where you and Steve connected. His tongued lapped at your pulsing clit making you moan his name louder. He allowed himself to drool all over the two of you, making Steve's cock glide in and out of you effortlessly. Steve grunted at the sensation of the tip of Eddie's tongue licking along his shaft with every drag of his hips. He threaded a hand into Eddie's hair, holding him in place as he slipped out of you and shoved himself into Eddie's throat. Eddie moaned at the taste of your sweet elixir. Steve's groans grew louder and louder and he swapped between your tight cunt and Eddie's eager mouth with every thrust.Â
It wasn't long before his hips stuttered and whimpers of your's and Eddie's name flew from between his lips. He tried desperately to continue alternating between you and Eddie as thick white ropes spurted from the throbbing tip of his solid cock. His cum painted Eddies face and dripped from your pussy. Eddie swiped it from his cheek, collecting it on his fingers before forcing them into your mouth. You sucked his digits gladly, savouring Steve's taste.
Whilst Eddie was enjoying the view, he had waited long enough for his turn. He ripped his fingers from your mouth and used his brute strength to flip you on your front. You face smothered into the pillow as Eddie lined himself up behind you. His cock slid in embarrassingly easily. He tested a few slow thrusts before he was pounding into you wildly. Steve gripped you by the hair, pulling your face from the pillows that were muffling your moans. Your wails of pleasure were suffocated by Steve's tongue as he kissed you as sloppy as your pussy was.Â
Eddie collected your wrists in his hands, using them as leverage for every plough. They dug into your back, causing it to arch at an unnaturally deep angle. You knew you would be sore tomorrow, but the angle had Eddie hitting impossibly deep inside of you and you cried against Steve's lips. You whimpered when he stopped kissing you, removing himself from you for only a few seconds before you could hear a gentle buzzing.
A scream of pleasure escaped your lips when Steve pressed the vibrator to your sensitive clit and cranked up the power. Somehow, Eddie managed to fuck his cock into you harder. The pleasure had tears springing in your eyes and warmth spreading in your abdomen.
You tried to warn him, but it was impossible for you to scream anything that wasn't either of their names. Suddenly, white hot pleasure seared through your entire being, rendering you completely useless. Eddie gripped the fat of your hips to keep you positioned how he liked, his hips never faltering as your pussy clenched and leaked around his girthy length.
"That's it, atta girl." Eddie praised with a growl. "Such a fucking whore for us, aren't 'cha Sweetheart."
"Ahh." You sobbed at a pleasurable thrust, giving him the answer he needed.
The constant snap of his hips and the hum of the vibrator on your quivering clit gave you no opportunity to come down from your high, and instead prolonged it torturously. Eddie's stamina gradually began to wear out as he gasped for breath and his hips lost their rhythm. With a final thrust, the sheathed his entire length into the warmth of your cunt. His cock pulsed with every thick rope of cum that shot into your womb. You sighed at the sensation, your walls throbbing and milking his length of every last drop.
He nudged Steve. "Watch this."
The two of them gathered in front of your ruined pussy as Eddie pulled his softening length from deep within you. They watched in awe as a never ending flow of their cum leaked from your hole. Steve couldn't help himself as he licked a stripe upwards from your clit, collecting Eddie's cum on his tongue before violently spitting it back into your gaping pussy.Â
"Don't want it to go to waste." Steve shrugged inappropriately casual for what he had just done.
Eddie chuckled and then, upon noticing more cum leaking down your thighs, licked it up until it pooled in his mouth. He grabbed Steve's perfect hair forced him on his knees. He held his chin, forcing his mouth open before dribbling a mix of cum and spit into Steve's willing mouth. However, before he could swallow, he forced his tongue into his mouth for a sloppy kiss that had the glorious mixture smearing everywhere.
You whimpered, catching their attention. You could hear the salacious wet sounds of kissing and found yourself feeling left out. Eddie and Steve shared a knowing look.
Eddie gripped onto your hair as he had Steve's and pulled you up enough for him to tower over you and bring his lips to yours. You moaned around his tongue before you felt a second one prodding the corner of your mouth. The two of them licked into your mouth in a three way kiss that took your breath away. They kissed you until you were sure that your lips would be chapped in the morning.Â
The two of them released you, letting you fall into the bed in exhaustion.Â
"So, you wanna hang out?" Eddie smirked. Afterall, he would never forget making plans with Steve.
summary. you make a deal to save dean's life but he's not having it
pairing. dean winchester x reader ; angsty
wordcount. 558
The second Dean walks into the room, you know youâre screwed.
His eyes are wild, shoulders tight with rage, jaw clenched so hard youâre surprised his teeth donât crack. He storms toward you, fists balled at his sides, and for a second, you think he might actually punch the wall.
âWhat the hell did you do?â His voice is raw, shaking.
You swallow hard, but thereâs no point in pretending. He knows. He mustâve found out. Maybe from Sam, maybe from the demon itselfâdoesnât matter. The secretâs out.
âI did what I had to,â you say, keeping your voice steady even as your heart hammers in your chest.
Dean laughs, but thereâs no humor in it. Just something broken, something desperate. âWhat you had to?â he echoes, stepping closer, eyes burning into you. âYou made a deal for me.â
You cross your arms, trying to keep your ground. âYou were dying, Dean. There was no other way.â
âThereâs always another way!â His voice rises, shaking the walls of the motel room. His breathing is heavy, uneven. âDamn it, you think Iâd let you sacrifice yourself for me? Not a chance, sweetheart.â
âLike you havenât done the same?â you snap, voice sharp. âHow many times have you thrown yourself in the line of fire for me? How many times have you died for Sam? For everyone? But the second I try to save you, suddenly itâs a problem?â
âBecause I canâtââ His voice breaks, and he stops, squeezing his eyes shut like he can force the emotion out of his body. His hands are trembling. When he opens his eyes again, theyâre glassy, rimmed red with something too painful to name. âBecause I canât lose you,â he says, voice quieter now, rough and raw and full of a kind of desperation that shatters you.
Your chest tightens, the weight of it all pressing down on you.
âYou werenât supposed to find out,â you whisper.
Dean exhales sharply, shaking his head. âJesus, you really thought I wouldnât? You think I wouldnât tear apart the whole goddamn world trying to figure out why you were acting off?â He runs a hand down his face, and when he looks at you again, heâs a mess of anger and devastation. âHow long do you have?â
You hesitate, and that alone is enough of an answer.
âGoddammit,â he chokes, turning away from you like he canât bear to look. He presses his hands to his knees, breathing heavy.
âI didnât do this for you to waste time feeling guilty,â you say, stepping closer, placing a hand on his arm. âI did this because I love you. Because you deserve to live.â
Dean turns back to you, and before you can say another word, his hands are on your face, cupping your cheeks like you might disappear if he lets go. His forehead presses against yours, and his breath is shaky, uneven.
âIâm getting you out of this,â he swears, voice trembling with determination. âI donât care what it takes. I donât care if I have to burn Hell to the ground. Youâre not going to die for me.â
Tears sting your eyes, but you donât fight him.
Because if thereâs one thing you know about Dean Winchesterâitâs that when he makes a promise, he damn well keeps it.
Summary: When Sam and Reader meet, he lays down a line, letting her know nothing would ever happen between them despite the deep connection that was felt. It doesn't take long for him to regret that decision.
Characters: Sam Winchester x F!Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel
A/N: Hey, all! I know it's been a million years since I've been posting. Life, ya know? Anywho, here's a fic I've been gradually working on for longer than I remember. It was supposed to be a little fic and grew into this (sorry, I'm so wordy). I'm really happy with how it came out in the end. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )
Sam gently laid Y/N in bed, tucking the sheets around her. She was spelled, her body immobile and looking as if she were merely asleep. Sam knew better, knew that she had been close to death's door.
Dean leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching Sam lean down to kiss her forehead. Then, he shifted his gaze away, feeling that the moment was too private to be witnessed.
Sam took one last look at Y/N before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him. It seemed silly, but it helped him deal with it if he had imagined she was only sleeping.
âSheâll be okay,â Dean reassured his brother as they walked down the hall to the kitchen, âWe killed the bitch and gave her the antidote. Should just take a few hours for the spell to wear off.â
âIt shouldnât have happened,â Sam growled, and Dean nodded in agreement, âShe could have died!â
âShe didnât.â
The brothers stared at each other in silence, Dean calm, and Sam still too riled from the hunt and nearly losing her. Sam loved Y/N deeply and with all he had, and he knew she felt the same. Even if they never said it, they knew. But they both had reasons for not pursuing anything beyond their cherished friendship. Sam couldnât help but feel the distance between them, and even her injury was, his fault.
Yes, there would always be the threat of their enemies pulling them apart. Yes, there would always be the threat of death hanging over them. And yes, falling in love again after losing so much and so many people was a debilitating concept. But after nearly losing her, Sam wasnât sure any of those reasons mattered anymore.
Theyâre lucky they had the cure after saving another victim in the case. OtherwiseâŠSam ran a hand over his mouth, shaking his head as he thought again about nearly losing her.
âYou should be there when she wakes up,â Dean offered, grabbing a couple of beers to return to his room for the night.
He knew Sam would eventually find his way to Y/Nâs side. He hoped that if he had just put it out there, Sam would have skipped the pretense and brooding before inevitably finding himself at her side anyway.
Sam nodded, clutching the unopened beer bottle as he went down the Bunker hallway and to her room again. He was restless, eager for her to open her eyes and smile at him again. Until that happened, he didnât know what to do with himself.
He quietly entered her room, hoping sheâd be awake, but his heart sank seeing her exactly as he left her. He closed the door quietly behind him. Walking over to the desk, he pulled out the wooden chair and turned it around to face Y/N. He set the beer aside, not thirsty anyway, and cradled his head in his hands.
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âI canât believe itâs you!â
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes as he and Dean left the abandoned house. The new hunter theyâd met, Y/N, was as green as they come, trying to take on a haunting by herself. Sheâs lucky they showed up when they did, or else her first hunt might have been her last.
âIâve heard so much about you from other hunters,â Y/N rattled on, tripping over aged debris as they exited the now ghost-free domicile. âIâm such a fan-â she continued, but Sam wasnât listening.
He spun on her in a flash, his face showing his apparent ire and dislike of her, âYou nearly got yourself killed in there. What the hell were you thinking?â
Y/N jumped in shock, her eyes flashing between the brothers as she tried to come up with a response, âWell, my family hunted for years, and I helped with research, but after they were gone, it was kind of my responsibility to take over, right?â she asked with a lopsided grin and shrug.
âItâs not unheard of,â Dean chimed in with a tight smile. Sam flashed him a bitchface, to which Dean raised his hands in defense and shut the hell up.
âYouâre like, my heroes,â she added with a chipper demeanor.
Sam scowled harder as he saw the stars in her eyes and how she seemed to want to reach out and touch him. He could feel it, too, if he were being honest. A pull to her, a need to want to know her and keep her safe. She was beautiful and shapely, and unlike any other woman he knew. If they had met a few years before heâd become so angry and cynical, there might have been a chance. But the way his life was now and the way her happy eagerness grated on his nerves, it was best he shut that down from the start, for both their sakes.
He scoffed, taking a cocky and stern stance as he shook his head and lowered his voice, âItâs NEVER gonna happen, you hear me?â
Sam knew and could feel this odd connection between them. It seemed to pulse with a faint life all its own, and it was unnerving. He could see in her eyes the admiration and attraction she bore for him. Though it made him want, he rejected her.
Y/N hesitated only a moment, but it was long enough for her to crack, for the pain of his statement to be seen. She quickly recovered, the smile and upbeat attitude back in place in the blink of an eye, almost making Sam think heâd imagined it.
âOkay, Sam,â she grinned, waving farewell as she backed away to her car.
Samâs heart sank as he watched her go; he was sad to see her leave and mad at himself for doing that in the first place. He chose to ignore Deanâs stern glare and unapproving stance. Dean let it go with a sigh, knowing it would come up again at some point.
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Sam groaned, running a hand down his face at the memory of when they met. He couldn't stand himself and what he did to her, trying to push her away, even if it was for their own good. Now, however, his eyes landing on her still and quiet body in her bed, he regretted everything. She was his, and he was hers; their souls connected on a deeper level from the moment their eyes met.
He came so close to losing her and would never have been able to tell her the truth.
He sighed again, trying to stay calm while waiting for her to wake. He knew she would wake, but he was still nervous that maybe this was it, and she was lost to him. He only had himself to blame for his misery.Â
Unbidden, his mind drifted back to the beginning, and he remembered how she became so engrained in their lives despite his attempts at distance.
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"Fancy meeting you here," Y/N greeted as she walked out of the Sheriff's office, greeting the Winchesters as they arrived in the parking lot. She straightened her blazer, self-conscious and uncomfortable, but more than looking the part of the FBI for the case.
Sam scoffed, "Are you following us?"
Y/N glared back at him. "Looks like I was here first. Are you following me?"
"Cut the shit," Sam growled. "Every other case we go to, we run into you."
"I don't have to explain myself to you. You're not the only hunters in the world, and you're certainly not the only ones with obligations and family ties to fulfill," she growled back.Â
Dean couldn't stand the tension that seemed to grow between Y/N and his brother every time they saw each other. He liked Y/N. She was new but eager and had some skills and knowledge. With some training and guidance, she had great potential.Â
"Why don't we work this one together?" Dean insisted, ignoring his brother's scowl as Y/N lit up.Â
"Really?" she practically squealed in delight before giving Dean her motel and room number.Â
He intended to follow her there, and they could discuss and work the case together. He was concerned about her hunting alone and hoped he could sort through whatever was going on with his brother regarding Y/N.Â
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The first hunt they worked together and the first grave injury she'd received. They had done research, but Sam had missed some key details. He was too focused on Y/N - her voice, body, giddiness, and eagerness to prove herself. And he was angry that she could have that effect on him and couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried.
So when they went to the cabin in the woods to take out two werewolves - which Y/N was extremely nervous about - Sam missed the details that would have told him there were twice as many.
Y/N groaned and shifted before settling back into silent stillness. The hem of her shirt rid up, showing a sliver of skin along her stomach. Sam could just make out the shimmering silvery scars she was left with after nearly dying on the first case they all worked together.
Sam again blamed himself. She was associated with them, somehow connected to him, and the universe cursed him to lose anyone he grew close to. It only further settled his resolve to avoid her entirely. He planned to help her heal and then part ways, never to meet again at any cost. He was convinced it was the only way to keep her safe.
However, Dean, being Dean, thwarted Sam's plans entirely when he invited Y/N to stay at the Bunker with them while she healed. Sam had argued with Dean, insisting that once she was healed, she should leave.
But Dean had convinced him otherwise. Dean wanted to train, guide, and keep an eye on her. Dean explained that she would hunt regardless, so it would be better if they taught her and helped her out instead of leaving her to hunt alone. That thought made Sam sick to his stomach.
She'd been with them ever since.
Y/N stirred in her sleep again, the spell gradually wearing off a little at a time as she metabolized the cure. Sam breathed shakily, wondering if she'd even want to see him when she came to. He tried to keep her off this hunt. She had never hunted witches before, and Sam tried explaining just how awful they could be, but she wouldn't be deterred. They had argued, but in the end, it didn't matter because she went on the hunt, and despite his best efforts, Sam couldn't protect her in time from the witch.
He should get Dean to be here when she woke. They had a much easier relationship. Dean and Y/N quickly became good friends, having so much in common and getting along better than Sam had ever seen Dean with anyone. Since she came into their lives, Dean has always been smiling and laughing, and she has improved their lives positively. Dean took her under his wing like a sister, but Sam didn't always see it that way.
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Sam grit his teeth, emptying the contents of his crystal glass and refilling it with the amber liquid and a heavy hand. He took a healthy sip and leaned back in his chair at the map table. Dean and Y/N sat across from him, drinking, chatting, and laughing like they had been most of the night. Sam wasn't even sure they remembered he was there.Â
Y/N tapped out first, dismissing herself to bed. Sam barely grunted a response as she left, Dean bidding her goodnight, his eyes glued to her as she went. Once she disappeared, Dean dropped his head with a smile and chuckled. Sam couldn't stop glaring at his brother, and he couldn't stop the scoff he huffed.
"What's your deal?" Dean scoffed back, sipping at his glass. "You've been broody all night."
"Are you and Y/N a thing?" Sam asked, his glare steady as Dean's eyes widened. "You're always together and so friendly," Sam seethed accusingly.
He wasn't expecting Dean's uproarious laughter, which confused and angered him further.
"Holy shit," Dean laughed as he caught his breath, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "She's my friend, like a sister to me. We aren't a thing," Dean insisted with an amused grin. "Is that why you've been bitchy all night?" he continued to chuckle.
Sam glared, not amused. Dean finally let out a long breath, the laughter fading as he realized how bad Sam had gotten over Y/N.
"Sam, I know how it is between you two," Dean tried explaining. "I wouldn't knowingly take her away from you."
"She's not mine," Sam said, though the lie was blatant even to him.
"I think you're starting to regret that line in the sand," Dean shook his head, rising from the table before heading to his room.Â
Sam knew his brother was right. He regretted the walls and distance he'd placed between Y/N and himself and was beginning to feel differently about the whole thing.
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Sam rubbed his hands over his face, trying to remove the sleep from his eyes and mind. He stood from the chair only to turn it back around. He slumped and leaned back, his legs spread wide, reaching for the beer he hadnât been interested in earlier. Taking a long swig, he relaxed in the chair, eyes focused on Y/N.
After that night, he tried to talk to Y/N, make a move, and remove the line between them. Based on how she acted when they met and how she was in general, he thought she would have jumped at the opportunity. Instead, she surprised him by rejecting his advances. Confused and hurt, Sam tried explaining that whatever reasons he had before weren't reasons anymore.
"I still have my reasons, Sam," she answered as she turned away from him.
Her rejection deeply hurt Sam, but he didn't blame her. He hadn't exactly been warm and welcoming to the idea of her or them. He figured she needed some time to come to terms with the fact that he did actually want something between them. He was also desperate to know her reasons, and then maybe he could do something about it.
Dean wouldn't tell him anything other than to try and take things slow and start small. Sam was more than frustrated with Dean's apparent lack of knowledge - he knew his brother was hiding something with how close they were - but he respected that Dean wouldn't betray her trust. So, Sam tried to start small and slow, but Y/N didn't seem interested in anything to do with him other than hunting.
Things between all three of them grew unbearably awkward.
Dean constantly felt torn between his brother and Y/N. He could never spend time with them together because the tension was so thick it choked the air. He didn't understand their connection, but he knew there was something, and he was frustrated with their denying and avoiding it. He wanted them together and happy, and the way they constantly stole glances and lingering looks when the other wasn't paying attention told him how much they wanted it, too. But he didn't know what to do that wouldn't upset or betray either of their trust in him.
But Sam did notice all the glances and looks. He knew Dean was aware but didn't care. Sam could see that Y/N looked at him often when she thought he wouldn't notice. Sometimes, she looked at him with stars in her eyes, sometimes with a heat so palpable that he felt its caress burn across his skin. Sam could tell that she was thinking about it. About what he said, about him, about them. Yet, she continued to deny them the chance.
Y/N's rejection began to affect him soul-deep in a way that concerned him enough to conduct research. After many hours and tons of books, he discovered the answer - they were soulmates. Of course, he ran to tell Dean to have someone to talk to about it. Dean insisted Sam should tell Y/N and finally face what it was between them. But Sam wasn't ready to tell her, and Dean was gravely disappointed.
Then came the hunt.
Sam groaned, slumping further into the chair and letting his head rest on the back, the now empty beer bottle resting atop his thigh. Why did he have to be such an asshole? He wasn't always so angry, suspicious, and cynical. There was a time - most of his life, actually - when he dreamed of something like this. A deep connection, a love that could survive his life. After nearly losing her, he had to tell her and attempt to convince her that they could try.
-
"Hey guys, I think I found a hunt."
Y/N announced as she practically bounced into the war room towards the brothers. She handed over her tablet with a big grin, watching as Sam and Dean crowded into each other to read the tablet screen.
"I think you're right," Dean agreed, handing the tablet back to her.Â
"Looks like a witch, most likely," Sam huffed.
"A witch?" Y/N asked, her eyes widening. "Never hunted those before," she mumbled as she fidgeted with the device.
"First time for everything," Dean grinned.
"She should stay here," Sam argued, wanting to protect her. "You know how bad witches are."
"She's gotta learn sooner or later," Dean shrugged.
Y/N glared at Sam and huffed as she stomped away, presumably to pack for the hunt. Sam tugged at his hair in frustration.Â
"You're not helping anything by trying to bench her, Sam," Dean argued in her defense.
"She could get hurt. She could die, Dean!" Sam roared. "I'm just trying to protect her."
"Then look out for her on the hunt, have her back, and don't make her doubt herself."
She was great on the hunt. Dean beamed with pride as she recited her knowledge of witches and the defense tactics to use against them. She quickly made suggestions, found connections, and helped make everything go smoothly. But Sam could not help but brood once more, worried about her and the bond and her not reciprocating.Â
It didn't help that she and Dean were so damn close, Dean praising and encouraging her, making her laugh and smile and beam with joy. It made Sam sick, the jealousy of not having that with her burning through him. He seethed over not being allowed even to be friendly with her as Dean was, let alone what they were supposed to have together.
It distracted him and angered him, and he knew he was being a dick, but he couldn't stop, couldn't help any of it.Â
On the hunt, she was nervous but sharp and ready. Cornering the witch in her home went according to plan until she managed to get the three of them separated around her. She attacked Dean first, sending him crashing to the ground. Seeing his brother fall, Sam lunged forward, ready to shoot the witch, but she flung a hand that sent him flying into the wall, his gun clattering from his hold.Â
"Sam!" Y/N screamed, worried as she watched Sam and Dean crumpled to the ground. She raised her gun, ready to shoot, but hesitated a moment too long.
The witch launched a blue powder at her - the same that they had found on the victims - before a shot rang out. Dean was lying on his side on the floor, gun perched in his hands, smoke rising from the barrel. The witch fell to the floor in a heap, the bullet hole in her forehead sizzling.Â
Sam and Dean rose to their feet just as Y/N fell unconscious to the floor. They both rushed to her, Dean taking her in his arms and checking her pulse and breath while Sam buzzed with worried energy.
"We have the antidote, right?" Dean spoke as he lifted Y/N into his arms and carried her to the car. Sam followed like a worried puppy. He could only nod as Dean lay Y/N in the backseat, rushing to the Bunker to administer the antidote.
-
Sam groaned as his head lolled to the side, revealing an uncomfortable kink in his neck. He hadn't meant to doze off. He discarded the empty beer bottle, which he was surprised was still in his hand. Sitting forward, he groaned again as he rolled his neck to stretch out the muscles and rub the sleep from his face. He froze, however, when his eyes landed on Y/N, sitting up against the headboard, her eyes open and on him.
"Y/N." Sam breathed, surprised to see her awake, but the joyful ache in his heart spurred him to action.
Launching from the chair, Sam hurried to sit on the side of the bed, taking Y/N in his arms in a warm hug. "You're awake," he repeated, his breath fanning her hair. "You're okay."
"I'm okay," she agreed, patting his back. Sam reluctantly left the hug but held her hand in his, needing the comfort and connection.
"I thought I lost you," he whispered, broken.
Before Y/N could respond, her bedroom door opened, revealing a beaming Dean Winchester.
"Well, hey there, Lady," he grinned, coming around the other side of the bed to hug her. "I'm glad to see you're up and well; you had us scared for a minute."
"I messed up, didn't I?" Y/N asked, dropping her gaze to her lap and missing the confused looks of the brothers.
"No, Y/N, you were great," Dean insisted. "Witch dead, no one else got hurt, and you're recovering. Considering how nasty those bitches are, I'd say things went pretty smoothly."
"Hey, Y/N."
She grinned as she looked at Castiel, a real-life Angel she considered a friend, even though they hadn't interacted or seen each other much.
"Can I check you over? Make sure everything's okay?"
Y/N nodded, allowing Cas to place a hand on her forehead. She felt the warmth of his grace as it searched her system, seeking out any damages that needed to be healed. When he pulled away, she felt refreshed, and aches she didn't know she had were suddenly gone.
"The spell's broken," Cas announced. "You'll still need rest, though." He added, smiling when he noticed Sam holding Y/N's hand. "I could sense the connection between you," he continued, grinning as though it were the happiest news he could deliver. "Very rare, very strong," he kept speaking, oblivious to their discomfort. Y/N gently pulled her hand from Sam's hold, leaving him feeling cold without her touch.
"Rare?" Dean asked, ignoring the looks of the others.
"Yes," Cas clarified. "It is a natural soulmate connection. It happens randomly in nature, not assigned like in Heaven. I believe humans referred to it as 'One True Love.'"
Sam had discovered their connection through research, but Cas' words pinpointed the exact kind of connection they shared. His heart raced, and his mind repeated the words 'truelove, truelove' like a mantra. He felt the truth of it deep in his bones.
Y/N was more than surprised hearing Cas's words, though she supposed it explained why she always felt like she did for Sam, despite him rejecting her and being an ass. But as she glanced between Sam and Dean, sharing twin sheepish expressions, her heart sank.
"You knew?" she asked, glancing between them and their silent nods of confirmation. "You knew, and you didn't tell me?!"
She was angry and hurt. Angry that everyone except her seemed to know what was going on. Hurt that they hadn't told her, hadn't trusted her enough to bring her in, even on something that involved her. But she was also trying to corale the crazy galloping of her heart. It always did that when it came to Sam, but with what she'd just learned, it was so much worse. Still, she couldn't let herself accept it or give in.
"I was going to," Sam began but stopped when Y/N shook her head.
"It doesn't matter," she spoke defeatedly. "It doesn't change anything."
"It changes everything!"
"You made it perfectly clear from the start, Sam, that this would never happen. Just because we know what this is doesn't change our reasons for not doing it to begin with."
"Y/N-"
"I think I just want to be alone for now," she spoke, not meeting anyone's eyes as they shuffled out of the room, feeling like scolded children. Sam lingered in the doorway, hand on the knob, hoping that she'd ask him to stay. But when she didn't even look at him, he reluctantly left and closed the door behind him.
-
Sam huffed in his seat at the table, running his fingers through his hair and harshly tucking it behind his ears. He, Dean, and Y/N were in one of the many storerooms, cataloging the many items in the supernatural vault they called home. They had been trying, whenever they had downtime, to archive and digitize the Bunker's contents.
This time, however, they'd been at it for a week already, establishing a daily, monotonous routine as they worked diligently. Surprisingly, it was at Dean's insistence. Unsurprisingly, it was because things between the three of them had gotten entirely worse, tensions extremely high. It started when Y/N began going on less and less hunts along with the brothers. That turned into Sam getting far too distracted on hunts, and when he got injured because his mind was elsewhere, Dean said enough was enough, and they were taking a break.
Y/N, however, had been going on small, local hunts when the brothers were away. Dean found out about it when they returned early from a hunt due to Sam's injury, and she was arriving back from her own hunt. Thoroughly fed up and worried about them both, Dean practically put everyone on house arrest under his watchful eye.
This is how they ended up working on their project, following a routine set by Dean and cleverly forcing them all to interact. Sam and Y/N still managed to barely speak to each other or be as distant as possible within whatever room they were in. This only angered Dean more, frustrating him beyond belief. But he was determined to make them talk and work through it. After all, they were supposed to be each other's True Loves. Though you couldn't tell it by looking at them.
Sam appeared patient and calm, completely contrasting with the raging storm within him. Everything in him ached and begged for her, for even a sliver of positive attention that he would undoubtedly preen under. Despite everything, all he received from her was a cold shoulder. While working, everything seemed normal and fine so long as they stayed on task. As soon as Sam tried to joke or be personal, her icy walls went up, blocking him out again.
It didn't help that Dean was always there, or she was away, or they were doing something together. But she was never alone with him, and he started to think it was intentional. He just didn't know if that was her doing or Dean's. The tension between them was growing to suffocation, and Sam wasn't sure how long he could maintain his carefully crafted control.
Over time, he had become more tuned into her, able to feel and sense her, and understood her more than ever. He deduced that it must be the same for her, two halves eager to become one, which confused him even more about why or how she resisted.
"Alright," Dean announced as he stretched. "I'm gonna make lunch. You two keep working, and I'll bring everything back."
"Want some help?" Y/N quickly volunteered, and Sam dropped his head at how much she seemed to want to avoid him.
"No, I got it," Dean said with a smile before leaving the storeroom, which suddenly felt smaller.
"Y/N," Sam said the moment they were alone. She barely spared him a glance and a hum in acknowledgment as she stood beside the table, looking over the items they had piled to catalog. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you or insult you or whatever you think I might do," he said, unable to keep the hurt from his tone. "So you can relax."
She huffed and shook her head, glancing at him quickly before looking back at the items. "You already did," she mumbled, but he heard it clear as a bell.
"Y/N-" Sam whispered, his heart breaking a little more as she shook her head again, trying to fight off tears.
He could feel her pain and her fear. That's when he realized how terrified she was of letting down her walls and letting someone in. He understood entirely, but he also knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her if the lingering and longing looks were anything to go by, not to mention the thick and taut tension that grew between them.
Sam sighed, then stood, leaning his hands on the table, his head hanging down. He chewed his lip as he thought over what he wanted to say.
"When we met, I wasn't in a great place," he began, not chancing a look at her, instead just focusing on his words and thoughts.
"Everyone we care about dies. It's happened so much, to so many, and it makes it hard to get close to anyone," he admitted with a huff. He glanced up at her, seeing her had her full attention, but his pain reflected in her eyes.
"On that hunt, we had been tracking you. We didn't know who you were but knew you were an inexperienced hunter."
Y/N was more than shocked, and Sam managed to smile sheepishly.
"We decided to follow you in case things went wrong. I was almost certain something would go wrong, they usually do with new hunters."
Y/N looked ashamed, and Sam pushed on.
"When we entered that house and saw you shooting off salt rounds at the ghosts," Sam chuckled and shook his head, his dimples showing and a tinge of red on his cheeks. Y/N fought to contain the dreamy sigh that wanted to slip out. "It was like one of those movie moments where everything slows down, and the light is shining just so," he chuckled, laughing a little harder as her expression morphed into disbelief and skepticism.
"I swear," he continued, enjoying her attention and reaction, feeling the ice chip away. "When you went all fangirl," he teased, "I wanted to be like Dean. Just lean against the car, smirk, and ask what you liked about me."
Y/N flushed hard, the heat in her cheeks enough to cause a blaze. She would have absolutely died if he had done that. Then the heat died down as she sobered, remembering that was absolutely not his reaction. Sensing he was losing her, Sam pushed on.
"I thought I was doing you a favor, doing me a favor, when I drew that line," he admitted, speaking quicker in his haste to explain himself. "But I was wrong, Y/N. And I didn't mean to hurt you."
Her heart soared at his words, his tender and desperate look, and the fear and hope wafting from him. But she still had her doubts - about herself, about them - that he put there. She wanted to trust him but wasn't sure she could.
"Okay, who is hungry?" Dean announced with a grin, setting a tray on the table and handing out sandwiches and beers.
Y/N turned her attention to Dean and the food, thanking him and tucking in. Sam shook his head, not wanting to stop their conversation but a little angry with Dean for his timing. Dean looked at his brother, who was still standing, with a questioning look. Sam deflated and slumped into his chair, ignoring his sandwich in favor of the beer and taking a healthy swig.
Y/N could feel the disappointment and growing depression coming off of Sam, and Dean's questioning gaze between them wasn't helping her feel any better. She set her sandwich down and pushed away her plate with a grumble.
"Lost my appetite," she explained.
"Alright, what happened?" Dean asked, looking between the two, who were looking anywhere but at him. Or each other.
Sam looked to Y/N, waiting for her to say something. The tension and pressure mounted so high that Y/N felt she couldn't breathe. Her flight instincts kicked in, and she dashed from the room, heading down the halls, hoping to barricade herself in her room until the tensions died down.
Dean could see the heartbreak flashing on Sam's face as the object of his affection ran from the room. He wasn't sure what happened while he was gone, but he hoped the renewed tension meant they were trying to work through everything.
"Sam," Dean said to his brother, having to repeat it a few times before he received the big man's attention. "Go after her!"
Sam's brow furrowed, but when Dean repeated himself a little louder, he jumped to action. Dean was right; he shouldn't leave it. Y/N might hate him or push him away, but he felt like maybe he was getting through to her. And he couldn't just leave things the way they were. A sense of urgency filled him, quickening his steps, as he began to feel like he might lose everything if he didn't reach her in time.
Rushing through the halls, he spotted her approaching her bedroom door. "Y/N!"Â
He forced himself to walk, though at a brisk speed. He could see her flinch and knew she had heard him, but she didn't stop or turn to him.Â
"Y/N!" He repeated, realizing she was still trying to escape him and the talk they desperately needed to have.
His fingers wrapped around her upper arm, and he tugged lightly, making her stop. She tried to shrug him off, which only upset him further. Reaching for her again, he spun her, pinning her in place with her back against the wall right next to her door.
"Sam!" she shouted, trying to push at his chest, but he wasn't moving. Instead, he crowded her further against the wall.
"We have to talk about this, Y/N. We need to deal with this."
She shook her head, on the verge of tears, afraid to look up at him. Her heart had been galloping over his words, and she was grappling with the contradiction between them and what her mind was telling her. His proximity wasn't helping; his scent was warm, and his frame was large. When she had pushed against him, she was surprised she hadn't whined at the strength in his muscles and the solidity of his body.Â
It all served to make it impossible to think beyond her desires.
She still hadn't managed to remove her hands from his chest, her fingers twitching lightly against the soft flannel he wore. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her hands, his hands gently holding her upper arms, his warm breath fanning over her face, knowing he was looking down at her and waiting. Waiting for her to speak, to move, to do anything.
"Sam." She breathed, finally getting the courage to look up at him.Â
She regretted it almost immediately. His beautiful hazel eyesâso close and in exquisite detailâmesmerized her. Her heart beat so hard and fast that she was sure he could hear it.Â
"Please forgive me," Sam spoke, barely a whisper but enough for her to hear.
Everything about Sam was screaming at her to give in, seek out the connection, and revel in all that she had felt and dreamed about with him. She had fought so hard, trying not to give in because he made it clear where he stood. Having him so close, in her space and under her fingers, made something inside her crack and shatter, her walls crumbling down, leaving her open and vulnerable to him.
She nodded, fighting back the tears building in her eyes, "I forgive you."
As he met her eyes, the long-ignored spark brewing between them ignited. Throwing caution and restraint to the wind, Sam cupped her face in his large, strong hands and kissed her with all the passion heâd been denying. He couldnât fight it anymore and knew sheâd likely push him away and maybe slap him, but still, he couldnât deny himself any longer.
To his surprise, she didnât pull away and instead leaned into him, moaning as she tilted her head, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He could feel that she had reached a limit, her desire having lasted just as long. He didnât think, only felt, as he allowed the moment to carry him away.
Sam wrapped his arms around her, and she bent her body into him, giving in willingly. It was he who moaned this time, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into her room, blindly shutting the door behind them and dropping her down to the mattress. He continued kissing her as he hastily undressed her. His hands skimmed along her silky thighs, desperate and eager for her. Inching his hand higher, he groaned as he found her mound, exposed and wet and waiting for him.
Y/N gasped as Sam trailed his kisses down her neck to her chest, and she scrambled to unfasten his pants. She needed him buried deep inside of her. She had thought about it, dreamed about it, for far too long. Her heart was racing, but she simply couldnât wait a second longer to feel him.
As soon as his cock was free - hard and throbbing in her small and warm hand - Sam moved her hand away and lined up with her entrance, sinking completely inside in one thrust. Y/Nâs hands clung to his back, her thighs tight around his hips as he buried his face between her breasts.
He knew it had been a while since sheâd been with anyone, and he was bigger than average. He should have given her more time to adjust, but he just couldnât keep his hips still; his need was too much to bear. He pulled back and thrust in hard, penetrating deep. Y/N threw her head back, and her mouth hung open at its suddenness. Still, he couldnât stop or slow.
Capturing her mouth again, he kept up a punishing pace, fucking her hard and thorough. Not just because heâd wanted it for so long. Not just because she had been so stubborn in denying him when heâd been clear of his desire. Not just because he needed to hear her scream from pleasure because of him.
But also to fuck the stubbornness out of her. To claim her as his, inside and out. To make her finally submit and give in to what could exist between them.
Their eyes locked as they approached that climax together, moving hard against each other, desperate for that final release. Y/N broke first, her pussy clenching hard around his shaft as she screamed out her pleasure. Sam followed quickly behind, choking on his breath as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His hips finally stilled as he pressed as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing relentlessly as he released several streams of cum within her warm depths.
Sam pulled away with a gasp and rose to his feet. Y/N was briefly worried that he was going to run off in shame. Instead, he devoured her with his eyes, licking and biting at his lower lip as he removed all of his clothes.
Once bare, he climbed back over her and kissed her with teeth and tongue, stripping her down to leave her nude and writhing. Y/Nâs thighs wrapped around his hips, her arms securing around his neck to keep him close.
âSam .â
âIâm nowhere near done with you,â he confessed, settling his hips between her thighs. She was surprised to find him hard again, or still, as his length nestled against her wet folds.
âYouâre mine,â he insisted, sliding within her core slow and steady. âAnd Iâm yours.â He slowly moved his hips, completely contrasting the urgency of before. âNo more denying or hiding,â he continued as he slowly thrust in and out, kissing along her neck and collarbone, pressing his promises into her skin.
You have been known Sam has been soulless when Dean called you and told you that if Sam makes an appearance at your house not to let him in. But you would always fold like a cheap suit for Sam, always have, always will. And Dean knew that as well, since you both had a beautiful connection when they both saved you three years ago. You wouldâve loved to have a relationship with Sam. But you were always so busy and Sam was always busy with hunting down the supernatural. That day three years ago, you both had a night filled with sweet slow passion that you will never forget. And you were completely and utter devastated when you learned that Sam was gone for good. You had gotten depressed for almost a year.
Currently you were in your office, working on your computer, when your phone rang. âYes, Claudia?â You answered. âSome man with the name Jason is here to see you.â She said through the phone and you sigh hoping you had no one else come in so you can eat your lunch. âLet him in.â You told her as you hung up. A few moments later the door opened and you smiled at the man that entered your office but it fell the moment you made eye contact with those hazel eyes youâve missed. But they didnât look like the sweet ones you knew. They looked empty like no one was in there. You stood up so fast. âSam?â You said as he closed the door behind him. âIâm guessing he told you Iâm soulless?â Sam said as he walked over to the seats in your office. You gulped as you looked at the Winchester man. âYeah, he did.â You told the man
âI wanted you to see you.â He said as both of you look into each otherâs eyes. âYou know, my soul might not be there. But I do remember our sex.â He said as your breath hitched. âIt was great sex, the way you rode my cock.â He said as he walked around your desk and you didnât move. You couldnât, no matter who was in there. It was still Sam. Soul or not. âI just get hard thinking about it.â He said as he got closer to you as your hands leaned back on your desk as he got close
âW-What are you doing?â You asked him. You werenât scared of him. But he did make you nervous and a little bit turned on. You havenât been with anyone ever since Sam. You were that into the hunter that it didnât feel right hooking up with anyone else. It still made you cringe when you remember how you left a guy hanging with a raging boner because you could not do it. It felt like you were cheating on Sam, but you werenât since you hadnât seen him since the last time. But you just couldnât help it and now here he was. Grinding his clothed cock on your thighs as he groaned. âI need to fuck you, and I need you to ride me.â He whispered against your ear making you gasp
You felt his hand start going up your thighs as your breathing started to pick up. You didnât want to fall for it. But it was Sam. Even though he doesnât have his soul, it was still him and you missed him so much and you couldnât help it. As much as you tried to take control of yourself, you will always fall for the hunter.
You couldnât help but spread your legs more open to give him more access. Since you were wearing a dress it was way more easy for him to get access to your pussy. âYou want to give it to me, donât you my little slut.â Sam groaned as he felt your thong and he grazed his fingers on it. Making you hum in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy as it just clenches over nothing. âMmm, thatâs right, my little slut wants it, donât you?â He asked as you nod your head. You spread your legs more open for him letting your skirt fall onto your hips giving him a show of how wet he was making you. âSam, please.â You said
Moving your thong to the side. He slowly entered his thick, long fingers inside of you making you gasp as your head falls back. âFuck.â You tried not to moan loud, as you didnât want anyone to know what you were doing. Especially since you were known as a virgin. People thought you were a virgin as you never hooked up with anyone, when you went out with them. Samâs eyes were on you as he went in and out of your pussy slowly. Curling his fingers inside as your body jerked. The way his fingers would grazed your G-Spot, making your leg shake, your eyes roll, it was so good, your hips started to roll as if riding him.
Taking out his fingers you slumped as you hungrily looked into his eyes. Your chest falling up and down as he puts his fingers inside his mouth humming as he looked at you. âJust as sweet as I remember.â He told you. You looked at Sam as he got on his knees. He grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulder. Reaching to the hem of your thong and ripping them off your legs making you gasp as he literally ripped them off. He looked at you as he grabbed one of your legs and started kissing you, from your feet all the way to your inner thighs making you gulp as you watch him. Both your legs over his shoulder as you lean back on your hands watching him tease you so much. Your body jerked making you gasp as he blew air against your hot pussy. Then he lightly licked you.
âOh, fuck.â You couldnât help but let out a moan as you felt his tongue flicker your bundle of nerves.
Samâs tongue teased your pussy hole as his fingers worked on your clit in a fast pace. His tongue going in and out of your tight little pussy as you became a complete mess. Breathing heavy as you watched him pleasure you in ways you couldnât even comprehend. It was driving you insane at how close your orgasm was. How fast he was able to get you to your climax. Your legs shaking as you gripped your desk hard as you stopped breathing altogether as you let out a gasp. Your body shaking as your pussy fluttered as you orgasmed so intensely. âAah!â You couldnât help it. It just felt too good and you couldnât control the moan that escaped your lips as your body jerked around as he kept on going. Making you push him away because it was too much. But he wouldnât let you. So, you came three more times so sensitive.
Until you finally squirted. âHoly shit!!â You gasped in undeniable pleasure as you squirted as he took it all in. His fingers plunged inside of you fingering you fast and hard making you whimper as it became way too much. âSam, please! Itâs too much!â You whined as your body was producing another incoming orgasm. Your body tensing as your head falls back. Your mouth wide open as your legs open so wide. Samâs fingers curling inside your pussy as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. You could feel the sweat rolling off your head. âOoo!!â You squealed loudly as you squirted again on his hand as he slows down. Finally you slumped against the table as you lazily looked into Samâs soulless eyes as he smirked.
Sam stood up and his mouth was glistening in your juices. He leaned down, placing his lips on yours as you taste your on his lips as his fingers traced your perfectly smooth skin, the curves of your tight fit body. The way he rolled his hips making you gasp as his hard cock grazed your sensitive clit. Catching your breath. You sat up looking into Samâs eyes as lust filled your eyes. You didnât care how soulless Sam was. He was a sex god and damn you couldnât get enough. You quickly took off his belt throwing it somewhere across the room and taking off his pants.
His boxer shorts hitting the ground next as his long, big cock springs out, leaking with pre-cum on it as it throbbed with how bad he wanted to fuck you so hard, it made you scream his name over and over again. You pushed him back into your chair and got in between his legs and get on your knees as he watched you, grab the base of his cock as kitten licks it all the way up to the tip of his cock and you didnât even give him time and put almost all his cock in your mouth making him gasp as he watched you do it to him. You looked at the hunter through your eyelashes as you started bobbing your head up and down as he groaned. His hand gripping your seat hard as he looks at you. âThatâs right, my little slut, sucking on my long big cock.â He grunted as you went down on him more. âFuck, just like that.â He grunted again.
You bobbed your head up and down as Sam grunted, he pulled your hair into a ponytail and he pushed your head more down making you gag and your eyes watering, and Sam grunting as his cock twitched in your mouth. Sam pulled you up as you gasped for air. Your saliva connecting from your lips to the tip of his dick. Breathing heavy Sam ran his thumb against your plumped red lips as he looked at you with the desire of eating you alive. You felt how his cock was twitching in your hand as you looked at him in the eyes. Your hands slowly moving up and down on him.
He then grabbed your arm standing you up with him and he turned you around. Your chest on his back as his fingers reached down to your clit rubbing it fast as your eyes fall close, your legs almost giving up on you at how sensitive but good it felt. Sam grazed his teeth on your shoulder. Kissing it and sucking on your skin leaving his mark on your skin and biting down on your skin as he rubbed your bundle of nerves. He then bend you over your desk as he slaps your bum making you whimper at how it hurt, but it felt good at the same time. He pumps his cock a few times as he plays with your clit making you moan.
He then lines himself up, and didnât waist any time, and thrusted inside making you let out a loud accidental moan. You had forgotten how big he was. âFuck, youâre so tight.â Sam moaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to slam into you in a fast pace. At that point you didnât care who was listening to you and Sam fucking in your office, it was your office building either way. âSam, oh, god!â Your legs shaking, they were jelly at how many times he made you orgasm over and over again in the span of a few minutes. The sweet loving Sam, he knew how to make you orgasm a few times as well, but the soulless one made you squirt not once but twice.
You couldnât even keep yourself up anymore. So, Sam hugs you from your waist and just kept on slamming into you so hard, you forgot how to even breathe. Your hands were gripping your desk so hard your knuckles were turning white as Sam groaned on your ear, talking to you dirty and how he was going to fill up your pretty tight pussy with his cum. His hand moved down your clit and he started to rub on it so fast you squealed trying to get his hand away from your clit because of how sensitive you actually were.
âF-Fuck! Oh god!â Your nails dig into his wrist as you shook so hard, Sam groaning as your pussy clenched around his cock. âIâm going to cum.â Sam announced to you. But you couldnât even speak because of how overstimulated you were and how sore you were going to end up. âDonât let do until I say so.â Sam told you, you nodded yours head laying it on the desk as he kept his hard, fast pace, hitting spots you didnât know existed. Your legs about to give out on you as they wobbled, but Sam kept you held up by your waist. âSam, Sam, Sam!! Oh fuck!â You couldnât hold it anymore and you felt like you were about to let it all go. âI-I canât! I canât! I canât anymore!â You moaned.
Sam felt his balls tighten and his cock start to twitch and he grunted. âGo argh!â Sam lets out a grunt biting onto your shoulder hard as your pussy started fluttering as his cock twitched and he released his cum into you filling up your pussy. Your legs shaking as Samâs body shook from pleasure from behind you.
His nails digging into the skin of your hips as he kept on slamming into you, letting you both ride out your orgasmâs. Finally stopping, Sam laid his head on your back with his soulless eyes closed his body was still shaking a little bit as your walls still clenched and his cock still twitched from the orgasm aftermath of it.
With his still hard grip on your hips. He lifted his head letting out a deep breath as he watched as he pulled out his softened cock out of your sore pussy, he watched as his cum drips out of your hole, his fingers gliding through your folds making your body jerk as he collects his cum with his fingers stuffing it inside your walls making you let out a painful gasp at how sensitive you were and you couldnât do it anymore.
You felt his fingers deep inside your walls touching your sweet spot. Even with how painful it was you couldnât help but moan because it felt good as well. âYou like that, donât you, you fucking slut.â He said as he took out his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on them. His mouth dropped open at how you did it. âFuck, youâre going to get me hard again.â He whispered as he grinds his soft cock on your behind.
Finally he lets you go, he pulled his jeans up and since your legs were complete jelly, you fell back onto your chair as you watched the Winchester man buckle his belt. His face expressionless as he did it. You started to feel disgusted with yourself at how much you loved getting fucked by soulless Sam. With sweet Sam, it was sweet, slow and you loved it, you just never thought you would love getting fucked like that. You stood up stumbling a little bit as you went to go look at yourself in your bathroom mirror and saw how your baby hairâs were sticking to your face because of all the sweat from all the activities you did
You looked at your neck and your eyes widen at the three purple marks on your skin, along with his bite makes on them. You didnât even feel that and that really did ashamed you that you enjoyed it so much and that you wanted more from soulless Sam, you knew heâs dangerous, but thatâs what turned you on.
Thatâs what made you want to ride him until he couldnât cum inside you anymore. But it was so, so wrong. Because even though it was Sam, it really was not Sam. Dean told you his soul was still in hell with Lucifer and it made your skin crawl that you enjoyed having sex with a shell of a man, with no emotions.
After you were done fixing yourself, you walked out and you found the office empty from the Winchester man. You frowned knowing it was going to end up like that. It broke your heart knowing very well, he used your body for his own pleasure and his only.
You sat on your chair as there was a knock on your door. âCome in.â You said as you put your hands on your head. âUm, are you okay?â Your secretary asked you. âYes, Mindy Iâm fine.â You looked up and saw her blushing, which made you blush knowing they all most likely heard your very loud moans coming from your office. âI am so sorry you had to hear all that.â You apologized. âI really donât know what got into me.â You told her as she shook her head. âDonât worry about it, I mean at least you got laid.â She said cringing, making you cringe as well. âYeah, but I couldâve done this in the privacy of my own home.â
âHey, he was hot and office sex is even hotter.â Mindy said making you laugh at her lightheartedness
âYeah, but next time use your home.â She said as you started to laugh along with her, Sam nowhere near your thoughts as you got back to work to finish so you can go home and wash up all the stink of sex.
It was now seven months since the last time you saw Sam or heard from Dean. You sat back on your office chair as you looked down at your huge pregnant belly. Yeah, Sam left you with a little gift a two weeks later. It was a girl and you couldnât wait to meet her. You didnât know if you wanted to tell a soulless man he was going to be a father. And you havenât even decided if you wanted to tell his big brother how you enjoyed getting bent over your desk and getting fucked on it. That was not going to happen at all, no way. No matter how much Mindy tried to convince you to tell them. You didnât want a soulless man to be her father. Thatâs not the live you wanted for her.
Your office phone rang and you groaned sitting up as you reached for it. âYes, Mindy?â You asked as your smile fell at hearing the nameâs Jason and Dean. âY-Yeah, send them in.â You gulped as you hung up the phone. âFuck.â You whispered as the door to your office opened. The brothers walked inside of your office. And what surprised you, was that you didnât see soulless Sam standing there, it was your sweet, sweet Sam. âHey.â He sweetly greeted you as your breath left your lungs. âHey, Sam.â You said as you stood up. His hazel eyes immediately went to your belly. âYouâre pregnant.â He said sounding a little bit disappointed. You didnât know what to say to him.
âHi, Dean.â You greeted the big brother as he looked at your belly. âHey.â He said back as he looked into your eyes. âCan, I, uh.â You swallowed your throat. âCan I talk to Sam alone.â You said to him and he nods as he walked out of your office leaving you both alone. Flashbacks from that day came into mind.
âLook.â He started before you could open your mouth. âIâm sorry by the way. . . I, uh.â He blushed as he didnât know how to word it. Making you blush as well. âItâs okay, but Sam, this baby. . .its yours. . .â
Ooo should I make a second part to this one? Like a dad Sam making sweet love with the reader? I think I might lol anyways enjoy! đ
Pairing: bff!Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 12.3k words
Warnings: NSFW, smut, protected sex (birth control), virginity loss, friends with benefits, Eddie talks you through it, constant consent, humor during sex, Eddie calls you "mama" but no mommy kink, fondling, slight hair pulling, oral (f!receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, a million different positions, slight edging?, L-bombs but not romantically, swearing...
A/N: So I wrote this as a best friends with benefits thing and not a best friends to lovers, but the line gets blurry sometimes with besties. I really fucking loved this one because they're like...they literally never stop being besties, they're so fucking dumb, I love them. So yeah, this is platonic in the least platonic way possible, and I love that for them. Thank you so much and enjoy!
A/N #2: While I was writing the first author's note, my typing kept popping my ears. *cries in adhd like a little bitch*
Eddie finds you in his bedroom doorway moments after hearing the front door close. He half expected Wayne to be coming back home early from work, but that didnât make sense because he only left an hour ago and he probably would have called ahead.
But, no. You stand there with damp hair from a fresh shower and dressed down in some shirt you stole from his drawer and pajama pants. He raises a brow. He hadnât been expecting you, but he isnât surprised in the slightest. He doesnât even bother to move from his spot, leaning back on his bed with an arm behind his head and a book in his hand.
âHey, there,â he mumbles.
You stare at him for a while, saying absolutely nothing. You donât seem particularly pleased. He stares back. Neither of you move.
âIâm upset,â you finally say, still staring, still standing.
If Eddieâs remembering correctly, youâre supposed to be out on a date. So hearing that youâre upset isnât necessarily pleasing to him. Judging by the time, you should have had a very entertaining night. But apparently not.
Heâs the first to move as he lets his book fall down to his lap. âWhy?â
You think for a moment and then drop your stuff at his door, walking inside as you use your foot to close the door. Thereâs a long pause between speaking, as you use it to walk around his room and look at all of his stuff. âItâs sort of embarrassing.â You pick up a random pepper shaker on his desk, swirling it around and then turning on your heel to look at him.
Heâs got his head tilted to his shoulder with a look on his face that reads âseriously?â. He sits up, lifting a brow. âIâve seen and learned a lot about you since we became friends, so I doubt thereâs anything you could do or say to embarrass yourself in front of me.â
You roll your eyes, licking your lips as you set the pepper shaker down again. âOkay, wellâŠâ you trail out, trying to decide how you want to tell him. âYou know how I had that date?â
He puts his book away, crossing his legs and leaning back on his elbows. âThe drive in?â
âThe drive in.â
âWhat about it?â
âWellâŠâ you sigh. âOkay, soâŠâ You lick your bottom lip, trying to form the words. Youâre never shy in front of him, so there must be something wrong. You chew on your lip, thinking to yourself with a heavy sigh. You plop down onto the bed next to him. âGod, so, we got there and the movie was fine and whateverââ you roll your eyes, ââand we watched most of it but at some point, we started, like, kissing, and whatever, right?â
Eddie shrugs, laying back to stare at the ceiling as you continue to recount your night. âYeah.â
âAnd it got a littleâŠâ
He raises a hand to prompt you, âHot and heavy?â
âYeah.â You look down at your lap where you fiddle with your fingers. âSo we drove away somewhere moreâŠmore private?â
He looks at you, sitting back up enough to fully see your face as he smirks lightly. He gives you this devilish look that makes you want to hit him. âDid you...?â
You nod a little. âYeah.â
Swallowing thickly, you watch his face shift as he takes in your demeanor. His head slumps to one side, his smirk falling off his face. âOhâŠâ he mumbles. âHow do you feel?â
You stare at him. He can see you mulling over your response as you struggle to find the right words. Despite yourself, you feel a knot tying itself in your throat. You force it down and away, pretending itâs not there and hoping itâll help. And it doesâŠfor now, at least.
âIâm upset.â
He cringes a little, lifting an arm to give you a place to lean into him. âThat bad?â
You bury your face in his shoulder and pout. âYeah.â You pull away suddenly. âI mean, I know everyoneâs first time sucks ass and whatever, but, likeâŠâ You drop your head in your hands, wiping at your face as you find yourself glad for washing your makeup off earlier. âEddie, I didnât evenâŠâ
He almost seems offended. He doesnât care about announcing it because youâre alone and also itâs outrageous. âYou didnât cum?â
âNo!â you exclaim. âIâŠfaked it.â Youâre almost disgusted with yourself for it. It sort of just happened in the moment. He was clumsy in trying to get you there, but it wasnât working. You just wanted to end it off and move on, so you justâŠmade the sounds and the faces. He seemed pleased enough. âI feel kinda bad. I mean, he was sweet and all, and he, like⊠He tried, butâŠâ
His question is crude with as little hesitation as humanly possible. Again, he doesnât care about being awkward or guarded because youâre his best friend, and youâve talked about worse, and thereâs no filter with you. âHow big was he?â
âEddie, what?â Usually you wouldnât mind his brashness, but youâre still trying to get over the events of a couple hours ago.
âHonest question,â he shrugs. âI just wanna know. Was he likeâŠâ he lifts his hand, squinting his eyes and hunching over and pinching his fingers together, âlittle?â
You shrug. His bluntness is rubbing off on you. You feel a little less awkward and you hunch a little less. âHe was fineâŠjust a little tooâŠshort? To reach?â
He makes a face, like heâs shocked and disgusted. He looks you up and down almost like itâs your dick. âThatâs rough,â he says. âHow many times did he cum?â
âWhy do you assume he came?â you raise a brow.
He rolls his eyes with a scoff. âPlease, guys always cum.â
You roll your own eyes and push yourself off the bed. Youâre roaming his room again as you mess with all of his stuff. You open his drawer and ruffle through his unfolded clothes, you pick up empty beer cans and turn up your nose at the smell, you strum the strings of his acoustic. You do all of this instead of looking at him when you answer. âTwice.â
âOh.â You fake disgust when he looks at you, smirking and bobbing his brows at you. âYou mustâve been really fuckinâ nice.â He makes this weird growling sound, and the âewâ that comes out of you is guttural. He snorts happily, and then his humor is gone as he deadpans, âOr heâs a lightweight. Did he cum inside?â
Youâre sick of him.
You shake your head. âI made him wrap it.â
âArenât you on the pill?â
âYeah.â He hums.
He watches you lean back against his desk, looking at this weird mask he had just sitting among the chaos. You move it around in your hands and force down the heat in your throat at the recounting going on in your head. Swallowing it down is a hard task that ultimately fails as he watches you begin to choke on the unshed tears.
He sighs, his chest warm with a bitter emotion as he watches your waterline threaten to spill over. âOh, câmere.â He stands from the bed, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bone crushing hug. Itâs warm and it hurts and it feels so nice. He smells like he always does, green apple shampoo stolen from your house and cheap cologne and cigarettes. Itâs a nice smell.
âI guess I likeâŠI donât know, I expected a little more. It wasâŠreally disappointing.â A couple of tears manage to get past you, and it pisses you off but youâre already over it. âI wantedâŠto get rid of it, and now itâs gone but it doesnât feel like anythingâs changed, but it also feels like everythingâs changed, but not in a good way.â
He rubs your back, listening to you as you need him to listen. âIâm sorry,â he mutters when you stop. He sets his chin atop your head after a kiss to your forehead. Part of him wants to square up with the dude you went out with, but he sets that urge to the side in order to comfort you. âThat fuckinâ sucks, and you deserve so much more.â
After a moment, you pull away from him, wiping at your face with a huff. âItâs stupid.â
âSânot stupid.â
You donât argue, you just throw yourself onto his bed, laying flat on your back with your arms and legs spread so wide that you take up nearly all the space left. Eddie watches you lay there with your eyes closed and your breath slowed. He thinks youâre really pretty, especially right now with you wearing his shirt. He almost hates himself for thinking to askâ
âLook, it might beâŠcreepy and weird to ask andâJesus, if Iâm being creepy, I want you to fuckinâ punch me s hard as you canâbut, shit, maybe I should shut up.â
His rambling is cut off by you, still lounging on his bed. You havenât moved, your eyes are still closed. You donât seem fazed at all by his awkwardness. âWhat are you about to ask me, Ed?â
He sighs, sitting next to you with his foot shoved underneath him. He sets his hand on your thigh. You still donât move, used to his touchy-communication. âWhat happened tonight fuckinâ sucksââ
âYou say âsucksâ a lot.â
âItâs a nice word.â
You peek at him through one opened eyes. âYouâre weird.â
âNeverthelessââ You laugh. He watches your belly tense as you do it, rolling over to sit up and witness his fumbling with opened eyes. âAs I was saying, before I was so rudely interruptedâŠâ
You laugh again, and heâs happy he could do that for you, especially after your rough night. Youâre happy you could ease his worries, because he was being awkward, and Eddie isnât usually awkward with you, and you know he likes your stupid jokes.
He takes a breath and starts again. âWhat happened sucks, andâonly if you want toâI would be willingâif youâre comfortableâtoâŠfix it for you.â
You raise a confused brow, less confused and more vaguely unbelieving. âFix itâŠfor me?â you echo.
He shrugs. âI donât like when you cry, and I want to make you feel better. Iâm not a total expert on sex, but I think I know my way around it pretty well.â He puts his hands together like heâs going to pray and points them toward you. âIf you wantâŠI can help.â
You raise a brow and stifle the smirk threatening to grace your lips, ready to tease him in order to push down the flush of heat rushing through you. âYou wanna fuck me.â
He raises his hands. âI want to fuck you if you want me to fuck you. To help. But Iâd love to fuck you⊠if you wantâŠme to fuck you.â Thereâs a pause. âMaybe.â
You look away, scratching your head in thought. âSince when have you wanted to fuck me?â
He smacks a hand down onto your thigh just to do it. âBabe, itâs always been on the table. All you had to do was ask.â Whore.
You roll your eyes for the millionth time. âYouâre such a guy.â
He shrugs like he doesnât care at all. âLike I said, guys always cum.â
You raise a brow at him, shoving his hand off your knee to stand again. You jab an accusatory finger into his chest. âIs that to insinuate that youâve cum thinking about me?â
âIâ Okay, I did notâ Listen here, you little shit.â
You laugh out loud, still pointing at him to make fun. âIâm kidding!â He fake laughs, and you return the favor by tilting your head and questioning him further. âBut have you?â
To avoid it being awkward, he just shrugs nonchalantly and answers the question. âA couple times.â It works, even though you flush at the answer.
âWhat? That is so weird!â
âThat is not weird.â He hopes you ignore the way his cheeks turn pink, powering through it with more brashness and more jokes. âIt is completely normal to think of your best friend when youâre cranking one out.â
You shake your head definitely. âNo, itâs not.â
He challenges you. âHave you ever cum thinking about me?â
Without turning your head, you glance away from him. âI donât think that makes it normal.â
âSo you have, is what Iâm hearing.â You turn to him quickly, raising a finger as you try to speak over his ad libbing. He thinks heâs really funny, and itâs gonna make you scream.
âListenââ
âListening.â
You huff, glancing away and then looking back at him. Well, not really him, but the ends of his hair over his shoulders. âMaybe once or twiceâŠâ you shrug, âMaybe even thrice, but thatâs notââ
âYou little freak!â He points his finger at you, his whole face wide with amusement.
âHeyâ Be nice to me. Or Iâll cry. You donât like it when I cry.â You pout to give him a preview. Youâre sure you could summon more tears if you really need toâŠ
âYouâre evil,â he shakes his head, looking up at you with a huge grin.
You bob your brows. âYes, I am.â
He surprises you. In the next moment, his arms are wrapped around your midsection, and your feet lift off the ground. He takes you in his hold and turns you until youâre being slammed into the bed. You laugh as you bounce, squirming around to push him off of you as he pins you under his weight. Both of you are giddy with the amusement, laughing at each other and playing along with the otherâs fun.
When you open your eyes and the laughter dies down, you realize that heâs actually pinning you to the bed. It sobers you up almost immediately, and you realize that heâs really close. He could kiss you right now if he really wanted to. You notice the exact moment he realizes it, too.
You gulp and take a breath for courage. Your voice is smallâawkwardâbut itâs okay because heâs your best friend. âYou canâŠâ you mumble. âYou can help, if you want to help.â
His eyes glance at your lips, and then he raises both his brows as he looks back at you. âYou want me to?â
You nod, trying not to hold your breath to avoid dulling the charged air between you. âYes, I want you to.â
He tilts his head and the tips of his hair tickles your cheek. âIs it because I have you pinned?â
âIt helps.â
Eddie backs off of you, sitting back on his bed to allow you to sit back up. You do, crossing your legs underneath you. He thinks for a moment, watching you as he does. Thereâs a long pause where the both of you contemplate something, unsure if the other has the same thing in mind.
âBefore we do anything,â he breaks the silence carefully and articulately, and you can see the moment that all his seriosity has set in, âI need explicit permission. And you gotta let me know how youâre feeling. I donât wanna do anything to make you uncomfortable.â
You listen intently, nodding along as he lays down the rules. âOkay,â you say.
He tilts his head toward you, looking up at you through his bangs. His brown eyes are so pretty. Youâve always thought so. Theyâre so warm and loving, just like him. Itâs the reason you became his friend in the first place: because heâs warm and loving. âS0?â he prompts, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You take in a deep breath and smile, lifting a hand and slowly setting it on his own. âI want you to have sex with me, Eddie.â
He visibly shudders, and you think heâs a sucker. Technically, he is, but whatever. âJesus,â he mutters, running his free hand through his hair. Then he smacks yours away, and your chuckle turns into a snort. He always knows how to make you comfortable. âOkay.â
You turn your body to face him, clearing your throat. âSo⊠How do weâŠ?â
âOkay, soâŠâ He makes a âshooâ motion with his hands, so you get confused and raise a brow. You slowly and hesitantly lean back onto your elbows, staring at him with all the silent questions you can muster. He rolls his eyes. âNo, get up. Sit over there, whore.â
You roll your eyes at him in return, moving to sit at the head of his bed with your legs crossed in front of you. Playfully, he rolls his eyes yet again and shakes his head at you like heâs disappointed. Eddie turns to lounge across the foot of the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. âFirst, I want you to walk me through everything he did.â
âOkay,â you mumble, thinking back to what happened in that car. âWell, he kissed me. We made out for a bit, and then he pulled me into his lap.â You only glance at him as you speak, but heâs so nice about it that you donât feel so weird talking to him about being poorly fucked. âAnd he took off my shirt. He was, like, moving my hips and stuff.â
âOkay.â He listens so closely. His full attention is on you and only you, and it feels nice.
âThen he, uh, he played with my nipples. You motion vaguely to your chest.
âDid he use his mouth?â he questions gently.
âMhm.â
He shakes his head then. Heâs still gentle but his tone leaves no room for argument. âYou gotta say yes or no, sweetheart, or Iâm not touchinâ you.â
Thatâs fair enough. âYes.â
âAnd it felt good?â
âYes.â It almost sounds like a question, but he understands what you mean.
âOkay,â he gestures toward you. âWhat else did he do?â
You think for a moment. Itâs already becoming a little fuzzy as your mind becomes distracted by the thought of Eddie, your sweet, idiot Eddie, doing these things to you and making it feel good.
This is the same boy youâve seen fall out of his van because he tripped on the step and totally ate shit hitting the ground. This is the same boy youâve seen stuffing his face with marshmallows because he was dared to by Mike and Dustin, and he was trying to prove that he could do more than they originally dared for him.
This is also the same boy youâve seen absolutely shred his guitar with some fingering skills youâve been envious of. And the same boy whoâs seen you cry a million times and wiped away all the tears with plenty of jokes and compliments and threats of violence as were humanly possible. If thereâs anyone who can make you feel good, itâs him.
You shake the thoughts away in order to get them straight. âHe laid me down on the seat,â you remember, âand took off his pants and stuff.â You donât really need the âand stuffâ but it does make it a little easierâŠfor some reason.
He furrows his brow in question, tilting his head like heâs grossed out all of a sudden. âOkay?â
âAnd then heâŠâ you stare at his Dio poster across the room, âput it inside.â
He lifts his lip in disgust. Heâs done that a lot tonight in response to this guy. âThatâs it?â he asks with more distaste than you thought possible.
âWhat do you mean?â you furrow your own brow this time.
âBaby,â he says effortlessly, like heâs said it a million times before (because he has), âthere wasnât even foreplay.â He sits up, âNo wonder you didnât get off, girls need foreplay. Guys donât need shit. We just think about tits, and weâre hard.â He shrugs, âIâm thinking about tits right now. Hard as a rock.â
The face you make transcends the rolling of the eyes or the upturn of a lip as you scoff. âEddieââ
âYou gotta be built up,â he continues, brushing past his comment like he never said it to begin with. You consider his words, taking them as the truth because he knows way more about sex than you would. Heâs no prodigy, maybe, but youâre barely out of your virginity, so heâs got more advantage than you. âDid you blow him?â
You glance up, a bitter tone in your words as you mutter the first part, âBetween positions⊠yeah.â
You donât think âdisgustâ fits anymore. Heâs just annoyed and entirely displeased. âYou blew him, and he didnât blow you?â
âI thought the term was âeat me outâ.â
He shrugs a shoulder absently. âSymmetry.â
You airquote your response. âOkay, âsymmetryâ.â
âYou didnât answer my question.â
âYes,â you reply finally, still tasting traces of your toothpaste in your mouth. âI blew him, but he didnât blow me.â
Eddie makes a guttural sound to try to properly express the amount of offense he takes to this. âYou know what, fuck this guy.â He leans forward, placing both his hands on your knees and holding them there as he stares at you with those big, brown eyes of his. âDonât worry, sweetheart, I got you now.â
Itâs easy to take humor from that to avoid dealing with the arousal it sends through you. âYouâre real confident.â
Heâs not pulling back on anything, he has no reason to. He somehow becomes more intense as he effortlessly response, âBecause Iâm gonna fuckinâ eat you out like my life depends on it.â
âIââ Thereâs no way you can respond to that. âOh. Uhm.â Your mind is immediately a jumbled mess of fantasies and incoherent words and more fantasies. Thereâs a heat between your thighs and an anticipation in your belly that makes it difficult to think.
âRelax,â he catches your sudden daze. He pats your thigh like itâs just something that he does and not a preface to him pulling them apart and having a feast. âYouâll be fine.â
âOkay.â
He gets up, stretching his arms high over his head to pop his back. You canât help the way your eyes fall to the slip of his belly, spying a tattoo hidden away there underneath his shirt. âIâm gonna go take a shower.â He eyes you. âYou donât need any infections.â
You turn your lip up because you think heâs disgusting. âThatâs gross, Eddie.â
He points at you. âBut considerate.â
You get up specifically to push him away from you. âGo shower, you dirty whore.â
He winks at you. âYes, mama.â You donât know how to respond to that. âGet comfy, Iâll be out in a bit.â
You swallow thickly, trying not to dissolve into some pathetic puddle because he called you âMamaâ. Youâve never been into that before, and all of a sudden, you canât get the sound of it out of your head. Heâs already long gone, leaving you alone in his room as you sit on his bed to wait for him.
Youâre a total goner, youâre sure.
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Youâre going through more of his stuff by the time he comes out of the shower. You glance over your shoulder at him after the door closes, and youâre almost surprised by what you find.
Itâs not like you havenât seen Eddie shirtless before. The sight isnât unusual to you, but given the context and the way his sweatpants hang low on his waist, giving the perfect view of his gentle V-line, his soft tummy. Itâs a mouthwatering sight, and itâs taking everything to look away.
His hair is still dripping. The dampness is giving his curls a gentle shine in the lamp light in the room. He rubs his towel haphazardly through his hair as he speaks. âI know Iâm gonna take them off anyway, butââ
He stops short when he finally looks up to see you. Youâre rummaging through his drawers like the little thief that you are, your hand stopped somewhere in the second drawer in favor of watching him. But thatâs not what makes him pause. Itâs the fact that youâre in one of his shirts, one that goes down past the curve of your ass and stops short before even reaching your mid-thigh. Your legs are bareâyouâve discarded all your other clothes somewhere in the room and left yourself in some underwear and his shirt.
He always knew you were sexy. As your closest friend, itâs his duty to know how sexy you are, but this is another level and he doesnât understand why.
Instead of pointing out the fact that his sweatpants are growing a sudden bulge, he gestures to the shirt. âAre you gonna steal that?â
âYes.â
âOkay.â He scratches the back of his neck, tossing his towel onto a chair stuffed in the corner of his room. Itâs stacked high with clean laundry that he never got around to. He pays no mind to it when the towel and a couple of clothes fall to the floor immediately after.
Eddie takes a breath before he looks back at you. âCâmere,â he mumbles, raising a finger to make a come hither motion. You listen to him, walking over to stand in his space. Your hands rest at his sides because you always rest your hands at his sides, and, naturally, he holds you back.
âRemember,â he begins in a quiet voice (or as quiet as Eddie can be), âyou gotta use your words. I gotta know if Iâm hurting you, or Iâm doing too much or too little.â His thumbs stroke your elbows. âYou know your body better than anyone, but Iâm gonna do my best to know it even more than that.â
You chuckle playfully. âOkay.â
âAnd you definitely, definitely have to let me know when Iâm doing something right.â
âSo youâll keep doing it?â you guess.
He shakes his head and says in a flat voice, âNo, to stroke my ego.â
You roll your eyes, and your humor is interrupted by his hand lifting to touch your cheek. You lean into it because his hands are warm. âYou still wanna do this?â Heâs completely serious, and a little nervous now as he looks at you.
You nod, raising one hand to wrap around the back of his neck. âI trust you, Eddie.â
He nods, mostly to himself. âGood. Thatâs good.â His tongue darts out to lick his lips. âThatâs great,â he raises his brows. Then he sighs, glancing away from your intense gaze. âLetâs hope I donât fall in love with you or something, or youâll be getting your back blown out every night and twice on Sundays. Jesus H. Christ.â
You roll your eyes and shake your head at his ridiculousness, almost forgetting that heâs probably completely serious and you are about to fuck as you play into your banter. âYouâre soââ
You donât get to finish your sentence. Youâre cut off by Eddieâs lips engulfing your own, warm and soft and really nice against your own. You let out a long breath, pulling him closer by the back of his neck as he takes a step forward into your space.
To be completely honest, youâve kissed Eddie before. Youâve kissed him on a dare, you kissed him to trick people into thinking youâre dating. Hellâhe was your first kiss because you and some friends were screwing around and then you happened to be picked to be locked in a closet for seven minutes because you were at a stupid party playing stupid games.
So the sensation isnât completely new, but the making out part is. Eddie is a really good kisser.
When he pulls away, you arenât really expecting it. He seems pleased by your daze as he bobs his brows. âSo what?â
Instead of answering him, as youâve forgotten what you were going to say, you kissed him again. Itâs really nice, kissing someone. Itâs nice to be this close, to breathe each otherâs air, to taste each otherâs lips. His tongue grazes your top lip, and you lean into it, because you trust him and itâs nice.
Eddie keeps you pulled close against his body as he starts stepping forward, keeping you from tripping as he does. The back of your knees hits the bed, and you hold on too tightly as you feel yourself falling backwards. You laugh when you fall back onto the bed with his weight on top of you. He laughs with you, âYouâre okay, mama.â
He silences you with his mouth again, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. He likes it just as much as you. Between that and his little pet name, your mind is swimming and your heart is racing. When he pulls away, itâs only to press his lips to the skin of your neck, suckling and nipping gently at the flesh as he does. You close your eyes, your fingers happily tangled in his hair as you keep him close.
âMama,â you mutter under your breath, seeing just how much you like it as he nips at your neck. âI like that.â
You can feel him smiling against your skin. âYeah? Want me to keep using it?â
You nod, âYeah.â A hum echoes in your chest as he wraps his hands around your sides, lifting you a bit just to put you farther up the bed. He crawls on top of you, one of his knees settled between your legs as his hand caresses your side.
Your breath becomes thin when his hand smooths underneath his shirt, feeling the softness of your skin with a quiet breath. His palm stops at your belly as he slips the very tips of his fingers to rest underneath your breasts, feeling just how warm you are.
âGood?â he mutters, taking your earlobe so gently between his teeth and letting it go.
You nod, your eyes heavy like theyâre glued down with sap. âMhmm,â you breathe.
âYes or no, mama?â he reminds you, gently kissing your lips.
âYes.â
He smiles, rewarding you with another kiss as he whispers against your lips. âGood girl.â
You donât have time to think about that right now. Itâs too nice, too fuzzy. It sends a warm flush straight to the pit of your stomach and makes your breath hitch. Eddie knows and adds it to the list of things you like for tonight.
The slightest whimper slips from your lips when you feel his warm fingers reach up to brush your breast, gently groping you as he plays with your peaking nipples. He hikes your shirt all the way up until your bare chest is revealed to him, and he takes them in with an appreciative breath before leaning down to take one between his lips.
Itâs much different than the guy before him. Eddieâs deliberate, licking and sucking and so, so gently nipping the bud. It sends a strange sensation through you, lighting every nerve ending and making it impossible to think straight as you keep your fingers tangled in his hair. You keep him close. It feels too good to do anything else.
You speak between breaths, your heavy eyelids and sticky lips working against your attempts to speak. âYouâve seriously cum to the thought of me?â you wonder, whimpering when his other hand comes up to pinch your other nipple between the pads of his fingers.
âYeah,â he mutters, sucking harshly and making you gasp.
âWhy?â you ask, making an attempt at playfulness between the haze of his ministrations. âAm I that irresistible?â
With only seriousness, Eddie looks up at you, letting his fingers take over in teasing you. âYeah.â
Your grin falters, almost not expecting his answerâor at least the amount of honesty in it. âWait, really? Youâre not just buttering me up?â
He makes a face, a confused one that flatters you more than anything else. âNo? Youâre fucking sexy as shit.â He tilts his head, âYou think Iâm lying when I tell you that?â Eddieâs hand smooths down your side, gripping your hip as he goes.
You shake your head, bringing your knee up and sighing gently when his hand slides over the round of your ass. âYou donât have any weird feelings for me, do you?â
He pinches you, and you squirm away from him giddily. âMama, Iâm in love with you, but not like that.â He gently makes your side. âNow stop talking to me. Itâs hard to kiss you if Iâm talking.â
You chuckle. âYes, si-â
Your words are interrupted by a tiny moan when his fingers graze the mound of your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. Your back arches just slightly, the ticklish feeling making quick work of scouring your body.
âDoes that feel good?â he wonders quietly.
You nod and bite down hard on your lip. The anticipation of it is eating you up. âYes.â
âGood,â he lilts, continuing to brush his middle finger up and down the length of your panties until heâs pulling them to the side just enough to see you. Eddie licks his lips, leaning in to kiss your belly. Youâre weak against him, trying not to cant your hips up into him and deter his work.
His finger caresses your folds through the bit of slick that had begun to gather there. âYou feel the difference?â he asks between kisses.
âYes.â Your voice is a squeak, and he seems quite proud of himself for making it that way.
âIâm gonna take these off, okay?â he says. âThen Iâm going to put my mouth on you. Youâll let me know if Iâm doing too much, right?â
You nod. âYes, Eddie.â
He smiles, âThanks, mama.â He feels the way you react to that, the slightest flutter of your folds. He sits up just to allow him the access to slip your underwear down your legs. The little, flimsy material comes right off. He drops it to the ground and comes to kneel in front of the bed. You hold your breath when his hands close around your waist, pulling you down to the edge to bring you that much closer to his face.
Instinctively, you close your thighs. Itâs hard to will them to open and stay that way with the way his warm breath fans over your skin, his hands touch your body, his eyes stay glued to your own, constantly asking for consent.
You think heâs going to say something smart, smirk at you and chuckle at your shyness. But he does. Instead, he just gives you a calming look and asks, âYou still okay, mama? You wanna stop?â
You let out a gentle breath, shaking your head. âNo, Iâm okay.â You chew on your bottom lip. âJust not used to this.â
âThatâs okay,â he reassures. His kindness is honestly making your arousal worse. You feel like youâre going to start shaking if he pulls away from you. âCan I open your legs?â
You nod. âPlease.â
He nods back, kissing your knee and smoothing his hands down your thighs, one on each side. The hand on the inside of your thigh dips so slowly between yours, seating deep between them until heâs slowly pulling them apart. The sound your thighs make when he opens them is lewd, itâs the quiet schlick sound that comes from the arousal that seeped out of you. You start to feel embarrassed, but then he sighs like heâs so relieved to see it.
âTell me why youâre so fucking pretty,â he shakes his head. Your thighs are itching to close as you watch him lean in, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh, just to kiss you. You bite your lip, nervous and so ready.
But then he stands. âGive me a second,â he says, walking away from you as his hands slide off your thighs. You sit up higher on your elbows, watching in confusion and slight annoyance as he leaves you on the bed.
âEddie,â you call while he walks to his dresser.
âHang on,â he smiles. âJesus.â He does that thing where his tongue sticks out over his bottom lip as he sorts through the junk on his desk. âNot leavinâ. Just lookinâ for something,â he mutters.
You fall back on the bed, willing your heart to calm. He makes a sound of success, turning back on his heel to get back to you. You look at him and watch as he cards his fingers through his hair. He pulls it back into a ponytail, wrapping a hair tie around it to make a messy bun.
You flush at the sight because not even a moment later, heâs on his knees again right between yours. âYou canât be serious,â you say.
âOh, Iâm dead serious,â he replies, looking at you excitedly. His hands land on your thighs again, keeping them spread apart as he pulls you again to the very edge of the bed. âIâd say hold on tight, but thereâs nothing to hold onto so⊠Enjoy!â
He dives between your thighs, and the heat of his mouth latches onto your pussy. Your mouth slips open and a deep moan rumbles out of you. Your thighs close around his head as you feel his tongue licking at you, lapping at your folds as he delves between them.
âEddie,â you call, one of your hands reaching down to touch the top of his head, trying to find some purchase at his hair. His tongue swirls around your clit, and youâre a total goner when his lips close around it and suck. You mewl at the unfamiliar feeling, enjoying every bit of it with an immense amount of pleasure.
Youâd expected him to go slow, hesitant little licks against your folds as he worries about overwhelming you. But this is not that. Itâs hot and heavy with deep strokes of his tongue and the tiniest nips of his teeth. Thereâs no way to keep yourself calm. Your hips are tilting up into his mouth, meaning he has to hold you down with his arms wrapped around your thighs.
Eddie seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He moans into you, heavy breaths fanning over your skin as he eats you out âlike his life depends on itâ. Your open-mouthed moans encourage him, especially when you say his name in this high-pitched gasp and slam your eyes shut. Your ankles hook behind him, pulling him in closer.
Eddieâs making the most obscene soundsâsounds worse than what youâre making. He slurps and laps at you like a dog drinking water. Youâd call him a whore again if you could think of humor at the moment, but the only thing you want to tell him is to keep going and never stop.
When he pulls his mouth off of you, you whine. He smiles, knowing heâs doing a good job as he shushes you gently. âItâs okay, Iâm not stopping,â he says. In the next moment, you feel his hand cup your pussy. âIâm gonna put my fingers inside of you. Is that okay?â
You nod. âPlease, Eddie.â
His fingers tease your entrance, though you donât think he means to. He looks at you as he prods a finger at the seam of your cunt, slowly pushing it in until they part around him. A short âahâ sound is what he hears as he presses his finger inside of you, moving slowly until heâs got it all the way in. âGood?â he checks, the slightest thrusts moving in and out of you as he does.
Your nods are becoming insistent. âYes, Eddie.â
âYou want more, mama?â
âYes, please.â He loves how polite you are. Youâre usually so meanâthough, he loves that about you, too. It just means you love him.
He sets a steady rhythm, one thatâs still slow as he focuses in on your face, the way it shifts and squints at every little push of his thick finger. It feels really nice, the way he takes his time with you, making sure you feel everything he gives you.
âMâgonna add another. You ready?â
âYeah.â He rewards you with a second finger, pushing it inside along the first and stretching you out for him some more. He thrusts them in and out, a slow and steady motion slowly building as he massages those inner parts of you. He curls them, and they press against a spongy point inside of you that has you rolling your eyes. âThat feels good, Eddie. Donât stop.â
He smiles at your initiative, giving you what you want with as much enthusiasm as you give in wanting it. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lick at your pussy. Youâre wetting his fingers so nicely, making it so easy to slip them in and out of you.
His lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks on it while you whine, while his fingers curl inside of you with every intent of coaxing an orgasm out of you. Little ramblings fall from your tongue as you grind against his. He's greedy in the way he licks around his fingers, over your clit, tasting your arousal as it seeps out of you.
A knot is tightening in your belly. Your hips reach for him with each little nuance of his skilled fingers as you seek out the release he's promising you.
His name comes out as a moan on your tongue. If either of you hadn't been so preoccupied, he would have made fun of you for it. Instead, you're spread out on his bed with his fingers inside of you, a moment away from cumming on his mouth.
Your hips try to lift up into him as you get closer and closer. He holds you down with one arm, his lips and tongue and prodding fingers working in tandem to taste you.
Your ankles hook behind his head as your back arches off the bed. âEddie,â you whisper. He feels the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, his tongue becoming more insistent in the way it flicks and laps at your clit.
He makes these sounds of encouragement, humming and mhm-ing into you as he goes. Your release is like a burst in your belly, it starts there and swarms into your legs, your chest, the base of your being. Eddieâs tongue keeps licking and lapping at you as your back arches off the bed and your legs tighten around his head. You moan his name as white noise erupts in your ears, the distant murmuring of his words muffled as you try to cope with the pleasure that has begun to set every nerve ending on a wild fritz.
Eddie seems more enthused than anything else by your orgasm. Both his arms wrap around your thighs and hold you down. He actually stands, bending at the way to get closer as he longs to taste all the slick and arousal that leaks out of you. As he sucks on your clit and hums at the way that you taste, you grip his hair and pull him in closer.
But thereâs a point where you think you might die if he touches you any more. Thereâs a gasp in your chest that rips its way out as you push him away from your fluttering pussy as kindly as possible. He leans in again, just for a moment, before he registers your body pulling away from him, notices the way your thighs unclench and your fingers loosen from his hair and your moans and gasps of his name turn into weak whimpers and grunts.
âFuck,â you huff as you lay back on his bed. You turn onto your belly, crawling up his bed and collapsing into his pillows that spell like him. He watches, licking his lips and wiping his face with a smile.
âI was right,â you mumble, feeling your body coming down like you're floating back to the ground.
âAbout what?â You feel the bed dip next to you where Eddie sits down. Then you feel him lay back, his head laid out on your thighs.
âYou're a whore.â
He rolls his eyes, smacking your leg with the back of his hand. âYou liked it.â
âDoesn't mean you're not a whore,â you say. âJust means you're a good one.â
He sits up, moving over you so he's caging you in. His hair has come mostly undone by now, and it's more of a mess due to your insistence on how wonderful he is. His guitar pick hangs down in your face. Your eyes cross and uncross trying to watch it dangle.
âWell, if I'm a whore,â he bends down, his soft lips pressing into your neck as your lashes flutter, âthen I'm gonna charge you. It's three dollars a minute.â
You chuckle. âWell, guess what?â He hums. âI'm poor, so no.â
He breathes in through his teeth, shaking his head. âThen I guess you'll have to work it off.â
You try not to be too timid as you press your fingertips to his chest, guiding him back so he's sitting up. You move onto your knees, pulling your arms around his shoulders and relishing his hands on your waist.
âThat shouldn't be too hard,â you mutter. You are timid when you lean into him, testing the air between you to make sure it's okay that you kiss him.
When you still haven't made any contact, he nudges your nose with his. âCâmon,â he goads, his lips sticky when he speaks with all the familiar affection between you.
Your lip quirks a bit at his humor. You kiss him, biting his top lip just to confuse him. He laughs and you consider your goal achieved. You run a hand down the center of his bare chest, pausing at the base of his belly to tease the light happy trail disappearing into his sweatpants.
You slip your hand just underneath the waistband of his pants, tickling his skin as your fingers brush the base of his length hiding poorly behind the fabric. He flinches slightly from your touch, chuckling lightly as his hand comes to cup your elbow.
âDid I hurt you?â you ask suddenly, slightly startled by his reaction.
He shakes his head. âNo, mama. You just surprised me.â
âOkay,â you murmur, your timid fingers slowly attempting to try again. But he just shakes his head.
âThis isnât for me. This is for you,â he says, pulling back enough to see you.
âYeah, but,â you lick your bottom lip, âI wanna make sure youâre enjoying yourself, too.â
He licks his own lips as if to remind you that they were just wrapped around your sensitive cunt. âTrust me, I am thoroughly enjoying myself, mama.â
Your finger hooks around the waistband of his sweatpants, a slight pout arising from your face. âCan you take âem off, at least?â
His hands are already pulling them down his legs as he teases you. âSo needy.â
You roll your eyes. âShut the fuck up.â Your response falls short. As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, his cock springs from its loose confines and reveals itself.
You flush at the sight of him. Youâre not a cock-hungry whore or anythingâbut if you were one, you think his dick would be a perfect subject for it. Itâs not like he has this perfect cock that was hand-crafted by the gods or anything. But you think itâs safe to say that calling Eddie a freak is a valid name.
Heâs long, freakishly so. Heâs got a nice girth to him, you think, but you donât know if heâs going all the way inâbut, of course, you could be exaggerating. Youâve seen two cocks in your entire life, and Eddieâs is one of them and, admittedly, the better of the two. He will definitely reach.
âWhat the fuck, Eddie?â you look up at him.
âWhat?â His face falls slightly, his eyes widening just a bit as he wonders if your comment was good or bad. âWhatâs wrong?â
âHow the hell do you fit that thing in your pants?â You shake your head. âLike, what the fuck is wrong with you?â
He just shrugs, but heâs a little relieved that youâre just being his asshole and not just some asshole. âI think youâre being a little dramatic.â
âHow is it supposed to fit inside of me? What is that, like a foot long?â
He rolls his eyes. âIâm flatteredâreally, I amâbut it, most definitely, is not a foot.â He looks down at the erection between his legs. The tip is flushed, and it kind of looks like it hurts. âSeven and a half.â
âWhat the fuck?â you whisper under your breath. You reach down, brushing your fingers over the tip. He gasps through his teeth, and you watch the way it kicks up in response. âSorry,â you tell him, ignoring the amusement in your chest. It reminds you of a spring, the comedic kind that goes âboing!â.
âSâokay,â he murmurs. He lifts a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb over the rise of it as he asks gently and genuinely, âYou still wanna go?â
You nod, âYeah. That monster isnât gonna scare me away.â
He rolls his eyes. âItâs not that big.â
You shrug. âYou know, I heard Harringtonâs like that big, nine inches.â You make a circle with your hand, moving it up and down like youâre jerking it off. âYou think itâs true?â You bob your brows up and down.
He shakes his head, running a hand down his face as he snickers at you. âI doubt it. He could be one or the other, but both seem a little excessive. Have you seen how tight his pants are?â
âYeah⊠you might be right.â
âWe gonna talk about dicks, or are we gonna fuck?â
You sigh, shrugging like itâs nothing as you look back at him. âIÂ guess, weâll fuck.â
He smiles, pulling you closer to him. âWell, then, câmon, mama.â
You actually giggle, surprising him as you bring a leg to wrap around his waist, pulling the other up to follow suit. He kisses you, his hands supporting your thighs as his dick nuzzles between the both of you, kept warm and wet by the way your folds sit against him as it pushes into his lower belly.
Eddie reaches between your bodies, taking his weeping cock in his hand and stroking himself a couple times with little wavers of breath. You watch some precum spill from his tip, sliding down the bottom.
âYou want me to use a condom?â he asks.
You swallow thickly, thinking quickly before shaking your head. âPill.â
He shrugs. âDoesnât mean I shouldnât.â
Youâre touched by his consideration but you donât really want to put into words how much you actually want to feel him inside of you. You shake your head again, kissing him quickly to soften the slight awkwardness in your chest. âI donât want you to use a condom, Eddie.â You almost whisper it, but he understands.
âOkay, mama,â he whispers back. He kisses you, lifting you up from his lap just enough to tuck the head of his cock at your soaked folds. âYou ready?â You nod. âDonât hold your breath. Breathing makes it feel better.â You nod again.
âReady.â
You try not to hold his breath as he slowly lowers you down onto his lap, splitting you on his cock as you take him inch by inch. At one point, youâre sure he canât go any further as you feel him seated somewhere deep inside you. And heâs right, it feels really nice.
Your breath is so light and airy when you sigh against his lips, holding him tight as you bury your face in his shoulder. âFuck,â you huff, hearing his own breaths pass heavily in your ear.
âFuck,â he echoes. âJesus, youâre squeezinâ me, mama.â
You donât know how you feel about the way this makes you feel, the way it makes you act. Your voice gets sort of whiny, breathy, this little thing in his ear that makes his cock twitch slightly inside of you. âCanât help it,â you sigh. âSo fuckinâ deep.â
He nods, his hands steady and firm at your backside and your arms tight around his neck. âI wonât move until you tell me to.â
You just nod, knowing heâs not going to move until you give him an explicit âyesâ. Itâs a lot to adjust to. He sits really deep inside of you, and heâs pressing against a spot that makes you delirious with just the pressure the head of his cock puts on it. But when you canât take the suspense anymore and youâre too excited to see how it would feel, you nod again.
âIâm ready.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah.â
âOkay,â he says. âIâll go slow.â
You nod.
Holding your waist, Eddie begins to thrust his hips up into you. He does as he says and moves slowly, guiding your body in his lap so you grind down on him. A whine falls from your lips at the feeling, and you almost immediately seek out that pleasure with the eager roll of your hips into him.
âNot too fast, not too fast,â he hisses, lightly patting your hip.
You nod into his shoulder, feeling his hands roaming. His arm wraps around your waist, his other arm comes up to hook over your shoulder. He keeps thrusting, moving so slowly and filling you so deep. Following his commands, you roll your hips slowly into him, meeting each of his own movements in a building rhythm.
There's an ebb and flow in the way that you move together. Tiny whimpers fall from your lips, and his heavy breaths join them.
Somewhere along the way, it's not enough. Your insistent hips grind into him in search of more. He feels it in the way you breathe, the way you move, the way you hold him just a little tighter.
âEddie,â you huff. âCâmon, I need more. Please.â
The way you say it is a little more whiny, a little needier than you intended. It feeds his ego, and he can't help but to lose some of his reassuring kindness. He starts making fun of you because he likes making fun of you, and he thinks that you'll probably eat that shit up.
âMore?â His grip on you tightens just a bit. His thrusts become a little jerky, searching the same intensity you are. âYou need more, mama?â
âEddie,â you groan.
He pulls your face from his shoulder in order to look at you better. âYou sound so whiny, baby. Like a little bitch.â
You roll your eyes because he's Eddie, and he calls you a little bitch anyway. Grinding in his lap, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. A strangled grunt comes out, and you smirk devilishly. âSo do you.â
âHar, har,â he says.
âIf this is all you can do, just tell me. It's okay if you're a one-pump-chump.â
You like vexing him. He likes when you vex him. But he also likes proving you wrong because he may be doing you a favor, but he can't let you go about thinking he can't fuck.
âFuck you,â he scoffs. Then he's pushing you onto your back and wrapping your legs back around his waist, slipping out in the process. He towers over you like some wolf, bushy hair accommodating as his necklace swoops down to brush your skin.
âIf you want me to stop, tell me to stop,â he says. âYes?â
âYes.â
âGood.â
He guides himself back into you, embedding himself within you until you're full. One of his hands grips your hip while the other takes a hold of the headboard. It's this metal thing that squeaks whenever you move. So when he's thrusting into you with a vigor that has grown in the past couple of moments, it's accompanied by the constant whine of the metal. It's sort of funny.
His hips roll into you, waves of pleasure coming with each one. His hand cradles your neck, and you lean into him as he latches onto the sensitive skin of your throat, teeth scraping and tongue licking up the taste of your skin.
One of your legs comes up to wrap around his waist, and you moan as you pull him in deeper. His pace builds into this steady, needy kind of rhythm. The harder he thrusts, the more you clench, and the harder it is for him to stifle his grunts.
But you like the sounds he makes. Sometimes they're these deep groans that rumble in his chest like thunder. Sometimes they're these weak moans that you're pretty sure is him trying not to whimper. And you like the moans so much that you card your fingers through his hair and tug on a chunk of it as his head pulls back. His muscles flex, and his lips part. You watch his eyes flutter, this shocked whimper comes out of him.
âYou did that on purpose,â his word and your moan mix together with the thrust of his hips.
âAhâŠhaha,â you gasp, nodding a little. âYes, IâOh, yes, I did.â
âWhat, are you a top or something?â he wonders, raising a brow.
You shrug, your mind a little blurry with the feeling of his cock shoved inside of you. âDunno.â
He's interested enough to find out.
Once again, you're being moved around. You whimper when he pulls out of you just to sit you up again. Eddie moves to the head of the bed and pulls you back into his lap. âLet's find out.â
You take him in your hand, lining him up with your waiting lips. As you slowly sink back down onto him, your eyes flutter shut as you feel the way he fills you. And it only gets better from there as you slowly take him farther inside until heâs buried so deep that you can feel him pressing somewhere inside of you that you canât quite pinpoint.
Youâre fully seated on him now, eyes squeezed shut as you adjust to the feeling. Your hands come to rest on his chest, the fingers of your right hand brushing over the demon head on his pec. When you roll your hips and feel the way it presses inside of you, youâre immediately done for.
Your rhythm isnât steady for a while. You move purely out of an urge to quell this need in the pit of your stomach. As you fuck yourself on his cock, Eddieâs hands hold your waist tightly just to have something to hold onto. You move quickly and without remorse, your head thrown back in pleasure as your hips lift up just to smack down on his lap once again.
For a while, you just grind on him, focusing on that deep spot that shoots electricity through your thighs. This pitiful sound flutters out of you, like a shudder running down your spine as your hands move to cup the back of his neck in your palms. His name falls from your lips with a plea, itâs a weak sound that would bring him to his knees if he wasnât already on his back.
âFuck, mama,â he huffs. âKeep going, just like that.â
His hands caress your skin, roaming your body underneath his shirt still draped over you. He hikes it up farther and farther until he feels your warm breasts. âCan I take this off?â he asks. You just nod, muttering an âmhmâ as you keep bouncing with closed eyes. He pulls the shirt over your head, revealing your bouncing breasts to him as he takes a hold of them with greedy hands. He palms them, kneading them like he would dough. You just keep moaning as he builds you up.
You donât mean to, but in an attempt to respond, the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a repetitive âyes, yes, yesâ that echoes in the room alongside his own loud, open-mouthed breaths. âShit, baby. Doinâ so good fâme.â
That makes you whimper, moving almost ruthlessly just to satisfy the rising need in your belly. âFuck, I need cum, baby,â you whisper, repeating that again and again with each little roll. Eddie wastes no time in bringing his large hand to rest at the juncture of your thigh and your hip, his thumb swirling insistent circles into your clit. You gasp at the feeling, which is way more electric than you thought itâd be.
It becomes a little difficult to think. Visions of Eddie and his hands and your bodies, and the sounds of your slick and skin, and the smell of sex and body wash and cigarettes cloud your mind. Youâre on the verge of tipping over the edge, you can feel your fingertips tingling with the wild sensations of your pleasure, so, so close to you nowâ
Eddie pulls you up from his lap, unsheathing your cunt from him. Your moans and your breaths are interrupted, and this weak cry tumbles from your tongue. He grunts, laying his head back and making this âhmphâ sound.
You blindly reach for his cock, trying to guide him back inside of you before heâs lightly smacking your hand away. âWait, mama, wait.â
âEddie,â you whine, thoroughly unhappy with the way the growing waves in your belly had begun to retreat. âPlease.â You could honestly cry. It had felt so goodâyou had felt so good, and heâd taken it all away in a matter of a second.
âWhat the fuck, dumbass?â you huff, looking at him with eyes unfocused with frustration and face flushed with lust.
âYouâre so mean,â he says, almost as put off by the failed release as you.
âI was so close.â
âI know.â He sits up a little more, moving you off his lap. Your arousal is coating both of you, your thighs are sticky with it, his lap and his cock is glistening in the dim golden light. âThatâs called edging.â
âI know what the fuck edging is. Why are we doing it?â
He laughs at your frustration, and you want to hit him. âRelax, weâre not done yet.â
âWell, hurry up,â you whine, already trying to throw your leg back over his legs. He just swats you away again.
âTurn around.â You would argue, but youâre too horny. So, instead, you turn around so your back is facing him. His hand spreads out along your back, and you nearly squeal when he pushes you down so your face is pushing into his covers. He pulls you up so your ass is in the air, grabbing one of your cheeks and squeezing.
âYou still good?â Heâs checking up, trying to be nice even though he was just the cruelest he couldâve been.
âYes, please.â He likes you like this, honestly. Itâs fun to see you so needy. Itâs just something he can hold over your head.
He lightly smacks your ass, not enough to hurt but enough for your hips to jerk at the unexpected sensation. Immediately, he smoothes the skin with the palm of his hand and hums. He nudges your legs apart, spreading you open for him just enough as he pumps his cock in his hand.
âJust testing out some positions,â he says simply before heâs guiding himself back inside of you. Itâs a welcome feeling, one youâre beginning to become accustomed to. Once heâs fully inside, he bottoms out with a heavy sigh. âItâs good to see which ones you like.â
âI like when Iâm being fuââ
Youâre cut off when his hips thrust into you, an almost cruel snap that makes this filthy smacking sound. You moan, literally feeling yourself melting into the bed as one of his hands comes to fist the sheets by your head. The other holds your waist tight, keeping you steady as he begins to fuck into you.
You really like this position. Being on top of him was so, so nice, but being underneath him is a feeling that makes your brain numb. You wrap your hand around his wrist as your other curls in the bedsheets, mewling feebly with every snap of his hips.
Itâs dizzying, having him take you like this. Thereâs a light sheen of sweat coating your skin, encouraged by the warm air straying in through the slightly opened window. His breath is heavy, and you can hear him grunting every time his hips meet your ass. âDo you like this one?â he huffs, moving his hand to wrap lightly around your neck. He pulls you up from the covers so you can speak, your bodies bumping back and forth in the dance youâve created.
Youâre being kept steady only by your hand on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. âYes, Eddie,â you moan. You like saying his name, especially when you feel so good. Itâs like a wave through your skin. It falls off your tongue with ease. âThat feels good.â
Heâs happy youâre happy. He keeps it up, losing his breath the longer he goes as your loud ones mix together in the heavy air of his bedroom.
Youâre so glad Wayne isnât home because thereâs no way you wouldâve been able to keep quiet. You respect that man too much to put him through this. The loud squealing of the bed certainly doesnât help.
You turn your head to his arm, pressing your nose to his wrist to smell him. He smells like he always does, cigarettes and cheap cologne, like leather and maybe a bit of metal. But under that, you can still smell it. Green apple.
You kiss his wrist, and something snaps in him. For the hundredth time, Eddie pulls out of you and moves you back onto your back. Once again, youâre looking up at him as he locks you in. Thereâs a wild look in his eyes that makes you breathless, and when heâs pushing into you again, you moan.
âRight there,â you mutter incoherently when he fucks into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as you keep your legs spread wide. âYes, fuck, right there.â
Eddie focuses on that spot, punching the head of his cock into it over and over again and watching the way your eyes roll, your head falling back into the sheets and your hands tightening around his arms. He loves the way your lips part, your soft lips split open by the feeling of him. He bends down and kisses the exposed expanse of your throat, sucking on the skin and nibbling hickeys into your skin.
When he pulls away from your neck with a light smack, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down so your bodies are pressed flat together, skin to skin. He ruts into you, pressing his forehead against yours as you both breathe the otherâs air. Itâs all heat and lust and something else, something hot and heavy.
âI needa cum, Eddie,â you mumble, âFor real this time.â You manage to get it out with a minimal amount of stuttering. Youâre surprised you were even able to put the sass in it that you managed. Heâs made such a mess of you.
His thumb finds your clit once more, and heâs circling the bud with a fervent kind of eagerness. âKeep breathing for me, mama. Breathe in deep.â You do as he says, so much so that you get a little dizzy as the air comes and goes. You buck your hips up into his thumb, your whimper getting higher and higher with each swirl.
You feel a knot curling in your belly, followed by a startling heat. âEddie,â it comes out almost as a question. Youâre addicted to the way his name feels in your mouth. You repeat it over and over, squirming and breathing and tightening your hold on him. He keeps fucking into you, focusing on that spot that makes you see stars as he just thrusts faster until his hips are moving in short, hard spurts.
When the dam breaks, it's with a slack-jawed gasp and a tight embrace. Your whole body tenses, like a coil tightening. It gets hot and hotter and hottest until a band snaps and you're trembling. You moan his name like a cry for help, holding his face between your hands and marveling at the softness of his skin. A brilliant shudder makes its way through your body, the quivering of your limbs making it impossible not to whimper and whine at each little shake.
Eddie helps you through all of it, keeping his in and out pace until it becomes unsteady with the fluttering of your pussy around his cock. Your mouth latch onto one another, more heat and lust and longing to fill the space between you as you recover with a dizzying head and buzzing veins. Loud and sloppy smacks accompany the ones coming from your hips, still meeting with the last sparks of your orgasm and the drive for his own.
His steady thrusts are unsteady now, just tiny little pumps of his cock inside of you as his breaths build into gasps just as small. Youâre already coming down from your high, and your whines are sounding a little different now as you tilt your head to the side and hold onto his arm, the punch of his cock bordering on an overstimulated feeling after trying to recover from the large crash of your orgasm.
âEddie,â you whimper, one hand still splayed across his cheek.
He pulls out of you suddenly, peeling his hand off of you to grab his cock. He tugs harshly at it, bucking his hips into his hand until heâs spilling out over your belly in warm spurts, these shuddered moans coming with it. âOh, fuck, mama,â he whimpers in that sticky tone, burying his face in the crook of your neck as the last ropes of cum coat your skin.
There are a few moments where thereâs complete silenceâsave for the sound of a car here and there, or a dog barking in the distance, or some people laughing even farther away, or your heavy breaths huffing between you two. Your fingertips caress the skin of his cheeks, drawing patterns into his face as he simply enjoys it with closed eyes and settling breaths.
When Eddie sits up, he takes your hand to pull you up with him. You both sit on his bed, looking down at your bodies now sticky with his cum, though his isnât the only fluid sticking to your skin. Your thighs make a wet sound whenever you move.
You run a hand down your face, sighing heavily. âJesus Christ,â you mutter, popping your toes. Eddie watches you stretch your arms over your head, enjoying the way your tits look when you do.
âSo I did good?â
You look back at him to see the way he watches you, his brows bouncing with a sly grin on his face. You roll your eyes, not looking at him as you chuckle. âYes, Eddie, you did good.â
He smiles wide.
Eddie stands from the bed, and you watch the way he sort of limps from his room. You canât help your grin at the sight. At least that means you did good, too.
Eddie returns with a wet cloth in his hands, which he uses to clean you up first, wiping away all of your slick and his cum and even some of the saliva from your neck left behind by his sloppy kisses. He takes care in the way he does it, paying such close attention to you to ensure youâre just as clean and comfortable as he wants you to be.
When heâs done with you, he wraps his hand gently around your throat and pulls you in for another kiss. You lean into it. His kiss is like air in your lungs, and you sigh gently. Then he disappears again and comes back clean (and still deliciously nakedâyou enjoy the sight of his chain link tattoo curling around his upper thigh). He rustles through his drawers, pulling out another shirt, this one clean and not somewhere on the floor.
âYouâre staying over, right?â he asks, as casual as ever as if he hadnât just cum all over your stomach.
And, just as casually, you nod and turn onto your stomach to stretch again. âMhm.â He tosses the shirt at you. It lands on your head, and you donât move to put it on just yet. He picks up his sweatpants from the floor and puts them back on.
Eddie nudges you to the side so he can pull the covers back, and thatâs when you sit up to put on his shirt. You stand, padding across his tiny room to turn off the lamp on his dresser, shrouding the room in relative darkness. When you climb back into the bed, you latch yourself onto his back and hold him to your chest. Heâs really warm, and it feels nice to be this close.
Sometimes you wonder if you and Eddie are supposed to date. Thereâs nothing casual about your friendship, and there never really has been (especially not now). But you think that having Eddie as your best friend, perhaps just under unconventional circumstances, is the best thing there is. If you ever decide to get together, thatâll be a moment for a time in the (relative) distance.
For now, you just rest your ear against his back and listen to his heartbeat. âEddie,â you mumble, bringing your leg up to rest over his body like he isnât bigger than you.
âYeah?â
âThanks.â
Thereâs a huff that you think is him chuckling. He pulls a hand up and pats yours a couple light times. âAnytime, mama.â Thereâs some silence. âI love you.â
You smile. You love your best friend Eddie.
âI love you, too. Gânight.â He hums back at you.
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: your boyfriends, wake you up with something better than cake.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: smut, mdni 18+, fem reader, food play, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink if you squint, this is reader centered so no mlm action.
đ/đ§: ITS MY BIRTHDAY, BUT THIS BLURB IS MY GIFT TO YOU.
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The sun rays beam through your curtains, making you groan and stretch before burrowing your head into your fluffy duvet. Youâre not ready to face the day yet, although it is your birthday. But if the empty spaces beside you are anything to go by, then your boyfriends are probably downstairs preparing something special for you.
Just as you suspected, loud pots clank together along with Steves barely audible shushing, making you giggle as you continue snuggling into your warm, comfy bed.
Before you realize youâve even shut your eyes and began to drift off, footsteps and whispered chatter has your eyes reopening and a small yawn leaving your mouth as you turn toward the door to see whatâs going on.
It opens slowly before your boyfriends come sauntering inside, twin smirks on their pretty faces.
âGood morning, Birthday girl.â Eddie says with a teasing glint in his brown eyes.
âGood morning, baby.â Your other boyfriend utters with a sweet and charming smile, but you quickly notice the aprons adorning their bodies and as far as you can tell, theyâre both naked underneath.
âGood morning, whatâs going on?â You rasp, as your eyes flint back and forth between them.
âWe made somethingâŠum, something way better than breakfast in bed.â The long haired boy says, with a smile that tells you heâs up to no good.
You sit up quickly, curious about what theyâre up to, by the look on both of their faces you knew you were gonna have fun, you always did with them.
âBetter than breakfast in bed? Well whatever could that be?â The sarcasm in your voice doesnât go unnoticed by them, and theyâll definitely be adding it to the list of punishments theyâre going to dish out later for your birthday spankings.
Both boys slowly untie their respective aprons, letting them pool at their feet. Your mouth instantly waters, holy fuck!
âYeah I would say this is better than breakfast in bed, ya brat.â Steve retorts.
âMhm, yeah I would agree.â You say absentmindedly as you take them in, theyâre both stood there naked from head to toe, but their dicksâŠwell their dicks are covered in frosting and multicolored sprinkles. Itâs fucking hot, and your thighs clench together as your eyes stay laser focused. Did you mention their cocks are rock hard? You have no other choice but to slide out of bed and fall to your knees, ready to feast on the best birthday cake youâd ever received.
âLook at her, such a good girl. We donât even have to give her directions.â Steve says proudly.
âSheâs always so hungry for cock, thatâs why.â Eddieâs smile ticks up on one side as he looks down at you, that devious glint back in his eyes before he starts moving his hips and shaking his butter cream frosting cock in your face. You take it as a demand and begin licking, from base to tip as the sweet pink frosting collects on your tongue, your taste buds going crazy from your first meal of the day.
âMmm, thatâs my good birthday slut. Clean daddy off.â He groans as he shakes his long hair out of his face, not wanting to miss the show.
You continue with your kitten licks, cleaning his entire rip off before taking him into your mouth.
âThere ya go, baby.â Steve whispers into your ear making your eyes open, you realize heâs now kneeling beside you, eyes intent on your lips that are wrapped around your shared boyfriendâs cock.
He gathers your hair into a ponytail before heâs pushing your head further down, eddies tip hitting the back of your throat as you swallow around him. Youâve always found pleasure in giving oral sex but with the boys, it was so much more than that, there pleasure was your pleasure and youâd do anything to hear those gasps and groans fall from their lips.
The same ones that are falling from his pink plush lips right now, every time he hit the back of your throat and you swallowed. They got louder and louder until he was pulling you off with an animalistic snarl.
âShit, youâre gonna make me fucking come, princess. Jesus. You trying to suck my soul from my body?â He playfully questions, as he looks down at you with complete admiration.
âBig boys turn.â He demands, before Steve stands up and steps right beside him.
You crawl an inch or two over, eyes never leaving Steveâs as you give him an innocent smile, before you move in. Tongue gliding along the underside of his cock, you swirl it around his tip and your head dizzies at the combination of the sweet frosting and his precum together, a delicious mixture.
You glide your tongue lower, lower before reaching his big saggy balls that are also covered in the frosting. You rub your face on them getting pink frosting around your mouth and nose but you donât care, youâre way too horny to give a damn about anything right now. You suck and lick on his sack dipping each into your mouth until theyâre fully cleaned of any remnants of the dessert.
âFuck yes, love that slutty little mouth of yours. Need to fuck your throat baby, please?â He whines before you decide to give him mercy by wrapping your lips around his base, gliding up until you reach his tip and without warning youâre taking him into your mouth and down your throat, you bob your head as spit gathers and falls with every punch his throbbing tip gives to your uvula. You love having your mouth full like this, being used and filled is one of the best gifts you could ask for.
âThatâs it!â Steve groans, as his cock throbs in your mouth.
âDamn, you coming already?â Eddie chuckles, making Steve grunt out a âfuck you.â to the long haired boy.
You look up at Steve with watery eyes, silently begging for his cum and youâre so elated when you see that moment of awareness cross his face, he lets out a gasping moan before he empties down your throat and its even tastier than the frosting. You moan and lick your lips savoring his flavor in your mouth.
âMy turn.â Eddie grunts before fisting your hair and bringing you back to his weeping cock that still has traces of pink frosting and sprinkles. You lap at him until all that is left is his angry red tip and throbbing purple veins. âOpen your mouth and take me down that throat like a good girl.â
With no warning he thrusts into your mouth, making your eyes water and your tongue tingle as saliva builds up. The noises are obscene and wet, making you clench your thighs in desperation.
âThatâs our good little slut.â Steve murmurs from behind you.
Eddie has his hand in your hair, controlling the bobbing of your head as he fucks your throat with hard thrusts of his hips.
âOh fuck, open your mouth birthday girl, swallow your present.â He groans as his thighs shake, his warm cum spilling on your tongue not long after. You swallow without hesitation, licking your lips as you look up at him.
You sit there for a bit, catching your breath after that brutal throat fuck, before looking at both boys and offering a sweet smile. âThank you for my present.â You rasp softly, making both boys look at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.
Melting - (30's) best friend-Eddie Munson x she/her reader
Summary: Post-Vecna. And Eddie is alive and well. Itâs a heatwave. Reader is desperate for some air conditioning, which her tiny little apartment does not have. Desperate for some reprieve, she pays Eddieâs trailer a visit, hoping his air conditioning was working.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, Lots of smut, nasty, swearing, LONGEST SMUT EVER, a lil bit of fluff at the end.
Notes: When I say this is longest smut ever, I mean it. This is the longest smut I've ever written, not that I've written much. But holy shit, this was long. I never thought it would turn into something this long. Like not after just from a spark of thirst. I hope you enjoy this! I've been fighting to finish this after working on it for 3 weeks. But when you get these brain fog moments, no matter how much you want words to come out, it's just impossible. So glad this is finally finished! I hope you all enjoy reading it!
Sweltering. The smell of burning tar filled the air. Sweat dripped down from her forehead, seeping into her eyes. The sting instantly burned her eyes, but she harshly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Eyes focused on the road, seeing the air seem to dance and ripple off the asphalt. Her hair flew wildly in the wind, yet it hardly did anything to cool her down. There was one place she could go to for some comfort from this heat.
âEddie!â She shouted, fist banging repeatedly on the door to his trailer.Â
Eddie, the heat slowing him down to answer the door, despite hearing her banging relentlessly.
âEddie, open the door! Donât leave me here to melt in this heat!â She continued to shout.Â
âIâm coming, damn it!â He bit back, swinging the door open.
She sighed in relief, about to push her way in when she noticed he was wearing a sweat stained tank and boxer shorts.
âDonât tell me your air conditioning is not workingâŠâ Her voice filled with dread and her eyes widened in disbelief.
âWhat do you think, sweet-cheeks?â He sarcastically retorted.Â
She groaned, defeated by the revelation. He rolled his eyes and stepped back inside, away from the burning sun. She sighed and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. At the very least, the inside of his trailer felt a bit cooler than outside.Â
âWhen did it stop working?â She asked, following him inside and plopping onto the couch right beside him.Â
âLast night. Mustâve been on too high.â He groaned, sinking back into the couch.Â
âUgh, why didnât you call someone to fix it?â She asked, fanning herself with her hand.
âGee, I didnât think of that!â His piercing eyes glared that conveyed displeasure.Â
âOk asshole, so why isnât it fixed?â She bit back, the heat a clear factor of their foul mood.Â
âWith what money and who is gonna come out in this heat?âÂ
âThe money from your gigs, genius!â
She groaned and wiped the sweat running along the corners of her forehead with the back of her arm. She contemplated leaving, but then she drove all this way in her crappy old car. All this effort to still be soaked in her own sweat.Â
âThen how are you staying cool?âÂ
His head gestured towards the fridge. âCold beer and ice.âÂ
Her eyes lit up at the sound of ice and immediately hopped up from the couch. She scanned the kitchen for a clean bowl. Shocker, there were very few items clean. She scooped into the bag of ice sitting in his freezer.
Eddie watched and sipped his can of beer as she made herself at home. She returned with a bowl of ice and plopped right next to him.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, cocking up an eyebrow.
She popped an ice cube in her mouth. âKeeping coolâŠâ
Amused by her solution, he laughed at her, finding her ridiculous. Yet, she could care less and her hand dove right into the bowl to grab an ice cube to rub onto her face. The ice quickly melted from the heat of her skin, droplets of water slid down her face. His eyes flicked down to the droplets of water that dropped from her jaw, soaking into her top.
The heat was unbearable and her wardrobe was limited in anything breathable besides her sleepwear. So she settled for a tank top with the thinnest straps. It was a lot more skin than he was used to. And now his eyes couldnât help but follow the tiny water droplets that slipped into her cleavage. But his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets when he saw a faint shadow of her nipples poking out from her top.
Fuckâwas she not wearing a bra? He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and closed his mouth before drool seeped out. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his gaze, fixating his eyes on the rug in front of them. To refrain from getting caught peeping on her, he quickly grabbed his can of beer to give a big chug.Â
âYou didnât watch the British Bake-off without me, did you?â She accusingly asked, and reached down from the couch to grab the remote laying on the ground.Â
âNo, you said you would kill me if I did.â He retorted, feigning interest in the show.Â
Betrayed by his peripheral vision, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the black elastic of her underwear peeking up from her shorts. He could feel all the blood rushing down into his dick, which wasn't ideal given how close she sat and the fact that his boxers were not going to hide his raging boner. His hands quickly grabbed the closest pillow and plopped it right over his lap, cursing himself for acting like heâs never seen a womanâs body before. Luckily, she seemed completely oblivious to the odd shifting in his seat.Â
The alcohol didnât help him suppress his wandering eyes one bit. Instead, it allowed his mind to wander, with erotic images of what her underwear would look like beneath those snug pajama shorts. His cheeks flushed pink as he imagined the way that tiny little fabric would hug her cheeky tush and how her ass would feel within his hands. He wondered if she ever thought about him late at night like he did. Maybe tangled in the sheets with her fingers buried deep inside, fucking away that ache.Â
âGood, we can catch up together.â She decided, turning on the tv and setting the remote back on the floor.Â
As she sat back up, she thought she heard a quiet strangled sound from Eddie. But when she glanced over, he was coughing in his fist, hugging a pillow in his lap that wasnât there before. Eddie pretended to not see her raised eyebrow, instead his eyes fixated on the baking competition on his TV.Â
Thinking she must have imagined the sound, her attention returned to the show. Her hand reached for another ice cube and popped it into her mouth. His eyes tried so hard to subtly glance over. But subtle was not a word anyone would describe Eddie.
Distracted by the way her glistening lips sucked on the ice cube, his fingers dug deep into the pillow as he shifted his hips to adjust his tightening boxers. Her top was starting to get soaked and he could clearly make out the outline of her perky nipples, making his mouth water. It was irritating the way she was affecting him, especially in this heat.Â
âYouâre making a mess.â He snarkily commented, his voice coming out a bit strained.Â
Her head whipped over to him at his tone, ripping her attention away from his TV. Her face scrunched up and her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, trying to process why he was trying to pick a fight with her.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou! Youâre letting water drip everywhere!â Â
The attitude in his voice caught her off-guard. The heat must be making his temper flare, because Eddie was the messiest person between the 2 of them. He was the last person who should be complaining about her making a mess.
âItâll dry and it feels refreshing. Plus, how many stains does this couch have?â She retorted, shooting a glare just as sharp as his tone.Â
Eddie scoffed in disbelief, mostly because he knew she was right. His patience was dwindling and so was his mind and it wasnât like he could take care of the situation in the bathroom without her being suspicious. The heat was melting all his remaining brain cells and it fuelled his frustration some more.Â
âYouâre distractingâŠâ He hissed under his breath.
âWhat was that?â She crossed her arms, goading him to repeat.
His brows were tightly drawn together, creating a wrinkle in between. She could spot the tension in his jaw and his flared nostrils. He was clearly in a foul mood and she couldnât understand what she did to offend him.
His eyes caught another water drop that ran down her chin. He tossed the pillow aside and scooted over, closing the space between them. The sudden closeness pulled an involuntary gasp from her. The back of his finger plucked the droplet before it could drop.Â
âI. Said. Youâre. Distracting.â He hissed each word through a clenched jaw.Â
His eyes slowly scanned up along her neck and her lips, her skin shimmering from her perspiration. She saw his dark brown eyes sparked with excitement and a mischievous grin spread on his lips. It sent tingles down into her fingertips, and stirred something in the depths of her core. Flustered, she watched Eddie bring the finger with the droplet to his lips. His tongue flickered over it and her jaw dropped.Â
Holy fuck, when did Eddie get hot?
âEddie, what are you doing?â She asked, her question coming out like a timid whisper.Â
âCleaning up your mess.â He mumbled.
His deep brown eyes stared into her eyes, searching for a sign for what he so desperately wants to happen. Her heart was racing so fast, she wondered if he could hear her. The longing in his eyes wasnât something she had seen before. It mesmerized her and at the same time, filled her with nerves.Â
Her teeth sunk into the plush of her bottom lips. This was the first time Eddie had broken their eye contact to flicker down at her lips. His tongue slipped out and ran over his parched lips, itching to feel her lips slotted between his. Like magnets, they continued to move closer. So close, yet there was uncertainty if anyone was going to make the first move.Â
She held her breath as Eddie hovered over her, she could feel his breath against her lips. His hand came up and gently held the side of her face. His unusual tenderness made her freeze up, mind spinning out of control. She swallowed nervously, as he tilted her head back. Her lungs started to burn from holding her breath for so long.Â
Maybe the heat was getting to her too, because the way his eyes stared deep into her eyes with such hunger made her stomach do somersaults. Her mind was racing with a million thoughts. His eyes were fixated on her lips; wondering how her supple lips would taste. His calloused thumb ran along the curve of her bottom lip. She found his touch light and delicate, a side of Eddie she hadnât seen before. She looked so wanton, gazing into his eyes, he had to physically restrain himself from crashing his lips against hers.
Sure, Eddie and her were close friends. She had seen him in his boxers countless times. But she had also seen him sitting in his vomit cause he drank too much the night before. Through the good and the nasty, there were moments when she felt her heart racing because of him. Eddie has a way of being loyal and supportive in times of need. Even without asking. It was like he knew her so well that he could read her mind. It was moments like that, where she would see him in a different light. It made her sometimes question whether she had developed feelings for him. But she would often brush it off and chalk it up to being touch-starved.Â
The pad of his thumb dragged the bottom of her lips down, pulling it free from her teeth. He swore, once her lip snapped back in place, sensually adding more to the painful throb in his boxers. Her lips parted and encased over his thumb, lightly sucking against his skin, testing Eddieâs resolve. When he groaned, it sent a sinful pulse straight to her clit.Â
âI wannaâŠâ He started, his warm breath ghosted against her cheek.Â
Before he could, her lips crashed against his, and she wrapped her arms around him, surprising him with a heated kiss. She threw all caution to the wind and surrendered to her impulse desire. He froze up in shock for a couple of seconds before swiftly hoisting her body into his lap. His hands were tangled within her hair, cradling the back of her head as he pulled her closer. His lips hungrily kissed her to satisfy his craving of the taste of her. The passion within his kiss rendered her into a puddle of goo and ignited a carnal desire within her. She hummed as his tongue swept into her mouth, her hands running down his chest.Â
She settled in his lap, thighs spread so her knees rested on each side of his thighs. His hands slid down the curves of her body and settled right on the curve of her ass. His tongue danced along with hers slowly, as if he was trying to memorize the way she tasted. Her hands tangled into his hair, nails scratching lightly against the nape of his neck. He shuttered from the soothing sensation. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, but his soft groan muffled by their kiss, had her soaking through her underwear.
His mind was completely overtaken by her hot and sweaty body pressed against him. His tongue dipped inside to taste you, and massage her tongue until sheâs dizzy from the lack of air. He had her trembling with desire, soft and pliant in his arms, beyond his imagination. He wasnât going to hold back anymore. A fire spread through every fiber of her body as she lightly rocked against him, moaning when her warm cunt rubbed against the stiff bulge within his boxers. The pleasure had her throwing her head back, breaking their heated kiss. He smirked seeing her lips shiny and swollen from their intense kiss.Â
âEddie, itâs too hotâŠâ Though she was softly complaining, she made no effort to push him away.
âIâve been imagining this for so long.â He mumbled, before kissing a trail along the curve of her neck.Â
His confession had her squirming in his arms, feeling more of her arousal soak her underwear. His tongue licked up the beads of sweat along her skin, moaning at the salty taste on his tongue. He let out a hard exhale, feeling her arousal soaking through his boxer as she rubbed against him. His mind was clouded with the feeling of her pressed against him and he desperately needed to know if she needed him like the way he needed her right now.Â
âTell me you donât want this, Iâll stop.â He kissed up her neck, his lips capturing her ear lobe, the tip of his tongue licked against her tender flesh.
âD-donât stop.â She gasped, lips parting from the way his hands knead against the bottom of her ass.
Satisfied by her answer, she felt his mouth kiss across her collarbone. He peppered her chest with more kisses. His teeth grazed against her skin, leaving what was going to be a litter of marks across her chest.Â
Their skin shone with a sheen layer of sweat that clung to their bodies. Their eyes are half-opened, in a lusty daze. Her hands quickly lift up her tank top up and over her head, wanting to get rid of the barrier from their skin from touching. Eddieâs cock twitched at the sight of her breasts.Â
âFuckâŠâ He swore before his hands tenderly ran over her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.Â
She moaned when his hot mouth captured one of her perky nipples while he gently massaged the other. Her back arched, pushing her chest further against him as he took her nipple in his mouth. His tongue ran over the hard pebble, swirling slowly around it, his lips sucking against her skin. Soft beautiful sighs slipped past her lips when the tip of his tongue flicked against her perky bud, spurring Eddie on as he indulged some more.Â
Eddie slowly laid her back against the couch, his mouth never leaving her breast. Her hands clung onto his shoulders, watching him take turns ravaging her breasts. Her thighs squeezed tightly together underneath him. She never thought their bodies would ever be tangled in this position with him on top of her and in between his legs. She was desperately aching for more.Â
As he kissed down her neck and onto her chest, the palms of his hands slipped underneath her ass. His fingertips dug into her thick and juicy flesh. His thumb hooked under the elastic of both her pajama shorts and hastily pulled it down her thighs. She helped him push the fabric down her legs and she shimmied out of it, kicking it away. With the newly exposed skin, his lips kissed a path down her stomach and stopped right above the place she craved his touch the most.
âOh fuck⊠Better than Iâd imagined.â He gushed in admiration.Â
His hands ran along the span of her legs, savoring every curve and dip before he buried his face against her thin lacy underwear. She shuddered, hearing that he had imagined her laying beneath him naked.Â
He parted her legs, spreading her open for him, eyes catching the prominent damp spot within her underwear. Finally seeing the lacy see-through number made his knees weak. Mesmerized by her timid smile and dazed eyes, he sank down between her thighs. The tip of his nose rubbed against her, inhaling deeply of her scent. A satisfied groan from Eddie vibrated against her clothed cunt, muffled by his devouring lips. He wondered how many nights of him pumping his cock, imagining his face buried between her thighs, only to finally have it happened. Her nails raked against his scalp, soothing the tension behind his neck. His fingers gently stroked her warm core over the lacy black fabric, feeling her tremble against him. He licked a big fat stripe against the soaked black fabric.
âOH-Eddie!â She sharply gasped, the grip on his curls tightened.
âLet me take this offâŠâ He mumbled, his eyes flickering back to her, waiting for her to give him permission.Â
She nodded, cheeks flushed and out of breath, and released her grip. He quickly sat up and pulled his soaked tank up and over his head, tossing it behind him.Â
âThis next, I need to see your pretty pussy.â He mumbled in a low voice.Â
A shiver ran along her spine from the lewd words coming out his mouth. His impatient fingers tried to drag the underwear down, but instead ripped the fabric in his haste. The sound of the ripping lace made her yelp in shock, eyes widening in shock.
âOh my god, Eddie!â She scolded him, giving his shoulder a light slap.Â
He sheepishly apologized, but was quick to toss the torn it aside.Â
âIâll get you a new pair.â He promised, before sinking back down.Â
He was mesmerized by her glistening slit. His fingers slid between her folds, smearing her arousal all over her folds, drawing a sigh from her lips. Her teeth sank into her lips as she held back any noises as his fingers teasingly brushed by her throbbing clit.Â
His tongue licked long stripes against her slit, his lips occasionally teasing her with a gentle suck against her sensitive bud. Whimpers fell from her lips, encouraging him further. His tongue explored every inch of her ravenous cunt, causing her walls to clench on nothing. The tip of his nose rubbed against her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her shudder in delight.Â
Her fingers curled into his fluffy hair, toes curling from the building wave of pleasure, back arched against the couch. She squirmed and trembled from his generous licks, so he pinned her down harder, sucking up all her juices like he was starved. His fingers ran along her slit, sliding one finger easily from how drenched she was, sliding deep inside her until his knuckle hit her hips. His lips sucked against her throbbing clit, his groans vibrating against her folds.Â
His cock throbbed painfully against the couch cushion, his mind fixated on the sensation of her walls clenching down onto his finger. He could only imagine how tight sheâd squeeze around his cock. He could only hope that he could hold out before finishing too quickly. His hips rolled and rubbed against the couch to relieve some of that all-consuming hunger.Â
âM-more⊠More, Eddie!â She cried out, hips rock with the same rhythm his finger thrusted into her.Â
The knot within her tightened more as another finger filled her up. The lewd movements of his tongue thrusting into her rendered her breathless. The filthy wet squelching mixed with her moans were like a beautiful symphony to his ears. Eddieâs finger continued plunging into her, filling her body in utter bliss, leaving her panting and craving more. Her breath became more ragged as his fingers curled, rubbing against her velvety walls, reaching all the right places she couldnât on her own. Her hips started to shake, eyes starting to roll back, the knot threatening to snap. He could feel how close she was with the way her walls squeeze down his thrusting fingers in a steady rhythm.Â
âEddie, w-wait! PleaseâgonnâEddie!â Her hands frantically pushed against his forehead, trying to pry him away.Â
âCome on, sweet girl, let go.â
Eddie was determined to make her cum. He wanted her to soak his face, drenched in her essence. His face refused to be pried away. He stubbornly continued working his fingers and relentlessly sucked hard against her pulsating bundle of nerves. The raw moan ripped from her throat as she tossed her head back, vision blinded by white hot bliss as she came hard. Her hips jerked uncontrollable, slowly rocking as she rode out her orgasm on his face. Her juices soaked his fingers and he sucked them clean, lapping any remaining arousal up that dripped down her thighs.
Her chests heaved, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Before she could, he smashed his lips against hers. His tongue slipped past her lips, giving her a taste of her own juices. He smirked against her lips, feeling her legs wrap around his hips. Despite still recovering post-orgasm, she still yearned for him to stuff her full, to fuck her in a way she never thought he would. Her nails gently ran against the nape of his neck, rocking her hips up to rub against his shaft. He deepened the kiss, their teeth clashing together as their kiss became sloppy.Â
Her hand mindlessly ran down his stomach and aimed straight to the tent in his boxers. He grunted upon feeling her hands curled his angry erection. Her hands stroked him, applying just a bit of pressure with her grip that left him breathless. A deep rumble crawled up his throat as her hand squeezed the outline of his leaking tip. She admired how he looked so pretty with his lips pink and swollen, eyes half-open, and hips grinding against her hand as she stroked him.
âYouâre driving me crazy.â He grunted.
Desperate to feel her wrap around him, he sat up to push his boxers down. But with his impatience, he didnât even bother to push his boxers past his knees. His cock sprang out, finally free from its confines. Her curious eyes flickered down So big⊠So thick.
âEddie, pleaseâŠâ She whispered, hands sliding up to roughly grope her breasts, hungry to feel him fill her up.
âWhatâs that darling?â He teasingly asked, taking his sweet time with her, teasingly sliding the length of his cock along her drenched slit.Â
âCome on, Eddie!â She whined.Â
âTell me exactly what you want, sweet girl. Iâll give you whatever you want.â He chuckled, smacking his glistening cock against her cunt, making her body jolt.Â
âYou know what I want.â She huffed, thumbs rolling over her nipples, pleasuring herself right underneath him.Â
âI can't read minds, use your words.â He stubbornly pressed her, using the pre-cum leaking from his tip to smear all over her folds.Â
Despite not wanting to give him the satisfaction, she bashfully exclaimed. âI want your cock buried deep inside me!â
He smirked triumphantly at the vulgarity coming out of her mouth. He positioned his tip right against her entrance, he could feel her muscles tensed in anticipation. Her hands held on his arms as he slowly pushed his tip inside her. He watched as her mouth parted, lips quivering as sweet moans falling out of her mouth. He wanted to burn this image into his eyesâ her sensual expression, legs spread wide, soaking wet for him.Â
âOhhh fucâtoo bigâŠâ She choked out, nails digging into his skin.Â
âYou can take it, sweetheart. Just a bit more,â He cooed.Â
He grunted as his cock was slowly welcomed with a tight squeeze as he slid further in. Despite the earlier climax priming her, he still felt her velvety walls squeezed him tightly. His head fell back, eyes closed as he enjoyed the relief once he was fully buried inside her warm paradise. She felt stuffed full from his sheer size. His hands tenderly kneaded her breasts, coaxing her walls to relinquish the tight squeeze around his member.Â
Eddie leaned down and captured her lips, hands stroking along the sides of her thighs. His touch soothed her, she could feel her walls relax around his shaft. Once the sting of the stretch faded, she rolled her hips against him, encouraging him to move. He broke their kiss to check and make sure she was ready.
âYou okay?â He asked.
She nodded, âYeah, youâre bigger than I imaginedâŠâ She timidly admitted.
âFuck, donât say things like that. I wonât be able to last.â He groaned, slowly sliding out just enough to leave the tip, before plunging back into her.
He thrusted back in until his balls were flushed against her. The strong roll of his hips had her rolling her eyes back. Eddie was hypnotized by the way her eyes gazed with such depths, and the way her tongue ran over her lips. Seduced, he knew this would monumentally change their friendship. He can no longer go back to a world where he couldnât see her lying beneath him, legs spread with a fucked out daze in her eyes.
Her fingers firmly threaded into the curls of his nape and pulled, tugging sharply at his scalp. The harsh sting of his scalp as he rammed harder into her, searching the spot that would send her mind reeling. The desperation in his eyes made her wetter and wetter. She could feel his tip hitting places she could never touch, making her see stars and her body surrendered to him. He murmured strings of praises of how well she was doing and how good she felt around him. His eyes occasionally wandered down their slick conjoined body. He admired the way her arousal had coated his length, the sunlight peeking from the windows made his cock glisten in his otherwise dark trailer.Â
Her arms curled under his arms, and she pulled him down onto her. He leaned against his arms on either side of her head, careful to not rest his entire weight on top of her. Though she didnât mind if he crushed her, she loved the way his body rubbed against her each time he plunged into her. Her nails clawed his back, leaving red trails along his skin, his hips snapping quickly, picking up speed.Â
âOh god, Eddie!â She screamed his name.
âThis deep enough for youâHm?â He whispered beside the shell of her ear.
She nodded eagerly, âS-So good!âÂ
She was babbling, chest heaving with each pant. She could only hope that his neighbors couldnât hear the mixture of loud slapping of wet skin and their symphony of moans and his name falling out her lips. Eddie was completely lost in the pleasure of her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, plowing into her, sloppy and messy. He had almost forgotten about the tormentous heat, his mind fixated on her hot, tight pussy creaming around his cock. She had him riled up, he could barely hold on. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, threatening to spill his release early.Â
âI need you to cum, sweet girl.â He panted.Â
His hand snaked between them, moving straight to her slick folds. His fingers smeared their juices before settling on her bundle of nerves. It throbbed under the pads of his fingers, leaving her shaking and about to burst in any second.Â
âClose! S-so close!â Her voice hoarse from screaming.Â
âCome on, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum all over my cock.âÂ
He rubbed tight little circles around her clit, sending a bolt of lightning through her body. A fire set ablaze within her body, hitting the same sweet spot that left her in blinding bliss. He buried his face against the curl of her neck, his grunts and moans vibrated against her sticky skin as her walls clamped down. Her toes curled as her head sank further into the couch, body turning rigid. A strained moan ripped from her throat, leaving her writhing and shaking as her climax pulled every ounce of strength from her muscle.Â
Her walls fluttered around him as his thrusts became short as he chased his release, his lips pressing sloppy wet kisses against her neck. Her hips continued to twitch as he helped her ride out the orgasm. It only took him a few more strokes before he came hard, a low groan vibrated against her neck. His hips pressed flush against her, as he filled her up with his release. The squeeze of her walls milked him dry, rendering him boneless, his weight crushing her. Their bodies tangled together for a moment as their chest heaved, trying to catch their breath. She could feel their mixed releases drip down, she was sure she made a mess of his couch. Â
The tension in his body left, leaving him in a cloud-state high. He pushed himself up, trying to fight off the exhaustion threatening to submerge him. He was mesmerized by the glowing heavenly vision below him. His jaw slacked and eyes took in every single detail, as if he was burning this image into his memory, as if this would be the last time heâd ever see this.Â
Seeing Eddie kneeling above her, silent, freaked her out. She searched his eyes, but found him staring down her body. It made her cheeks warm from the sudden feeling of vulnerability.Â
âCome⊠hereâŠâ She panted, spreading her arms wide across the bed.Â
Eddie smiled, her voice seemingly snapped him out from a trance and sunk down onto the bed, right next to her. He curled up against her, his head shifted onto her chest, and she embraced him despite both of them overheating and drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids.Â
âFuuuckâlet me⊠catch my⊠breathâŠâ He muttered, tossing an arm around her, snuggling into her chest.
âShhhhh⊠letâs just restâŠâ She crooned, already closing her eyes.
Her fingernails raked through his scalp, combing through his long curls, tenderly, luring him further into relaxation.
âHmm⊠that feels goodâŠâ He mumbled, burying his nose into the curve of her neck.
Exhausted, they both surrendered and drifted to a deep slumber.
The next morning, Eddie woke up to the urge to pee. He sleepily pushed himself up from bed. Before he headed to the bathroom, he realized the space beside his bed was empty. That pulled him right out of his sleepy slumber. His eyes, still doing their best to wake up, darted around the dark room. Â
His stomach dropped upon finding the clothes she tossed around the floor to be absent. The thought of her instantly regretting sleeping with him crossed his mind. He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling bitter by the thought of waking alone. Eddieâs shoulders dropped as he headed towards the bathroom with a tightness in his chest. Just as he was able to enter, he heard a sudden noise. His ears perked up and his head whipped right over toward the sound.Â
His feet quickly walked towards the noise. Once he turned the corner, he spotted the light from the fridge, illuminating the silhouette of her rummaging for a snack. He breathed a sigh of relief, all the bitterness left his body. His body felt the weight drop and he leaned against the door frame. She bent over, practically stuck the upper half of her body inside the fridge. Enamored by the sight and feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach, he slowly approached her. Â
His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her out of the fridge and pulled her backwards into a tight embrace. She slightly jumped at the sudden contact, but also somewhat embarrassed from getting caught rummaging the fridge for a snack.Â
He pressed a tender kiss against the back of her neck. The tip of his nose nuzzled into the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.Â
âThere you are. I thought you left.â He mumbled against her skin.
âNo⊠I got hungryâŠâ She bashfully admitted.Â
âIâm glad you stayed.â He slowly started to sway her side to side in his tight and warm embrace.
âOf course Iâm staying.â She cooed, leaning her head back against her shoulder.
He hummed contently as they stood in the dark kitchen, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. There was something utterly domestic of the moment that sent a tingle down Eddieâs fingertips. Feeling odd, he hoped he could shift into a more playful tone. Â
âGo onâadmit it.â
Her head whipped over to meet his mischievous eyes, twisting her body around in his arms. She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him, confused.
âWhat?â She asked.
The grin on his face stretched wider, his face inched closer till their noses touched. Her head back, his arms helping keep her balance as her back arched to keep his cheeky gaze. He leaned over and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear.Â
âAdmit that Iâm the best fuck youâve ever had.â His voice so impossibly low and deep that it sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps along the surface of her arms.Â
She rolled her eyes, but couldnât help the smile tugging at her lips. Despite it being true, she played it off, as if her body wasnât completely affected by him.
âYou wish, Munson.â She lightly slapped his arm, trying to pull away from his grasp.Â
He chuckled and buried his face into her neck, tightening his embrace so she couldnât escape.Â
âIâd believe that if I didnât have the sound of you screaming my name replaying in my head.â He pressed a soft and gentle kiss against her skin, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils of her scent.Â
She scoffed, feeling her cheeks heat up as her mind flashes back to the putty-like state Eddie had her in.Â
Despite feeling relieved she stayed, there was a question that picked at his mind. The intimacy between them had opened a door for him that he wasnât sure he could close and forget. He just needed to rip off the bandaid and get some clarity.
âSo what now? We go back to being friends?â He asked, stomach churning, preparing himself for heartbreak.
Her chest tightened by the big brown eyes that bore into hers. She never saw this vulnerable side of Eddie, and it pulled at her heart strings. She was nervous that crossing the line with Eddie would be a mistake. But when he gazed so affectionately down at her, she could soar into the clouds.
âWell⊠do friends kiss like this?â She asked, before leaning in and kissing him deeply.
His lips broke into a big smile once their lips met. His lips moved slowly, gently caressing her lips. She kissed him so deeply, as if to pour her entire heart out. The tension in both their bodies melted away and she washed any worries away and left him glowing and beaming with her love. She slowly broke away with a warm smile and he felt like something warm burst in the middle of his chest. It was a feeling completely new to him, one he was hoping to feel more of.Â
âNo, they fucking donât.â He replied with a goofy love-sick smile on his face.