Hello reader! You can call me Saturn or Nova! I use he/they pronouns, I’m 21, and I’m a non binary lesbian! I was inspired by my friends to start writing my own x reader content so here we are!
Neighbor!Robin fucking you crazy to the point you want to scream but you can’t cause you have to stay quiet (maybe at a party)
older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1717
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), strap-on, semi-public sex, fingering, light choking, use of the word 'slut', spanking, mommy kink...yeah this is just filthy bathroom sex, also not proofread lmao
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i'm kind of in love with older!neighbor!robin ngl...also i know you said reader has to be quiet and all but i got a little carried away so- yeah
。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
this is not what you had envisioned when you invited her over to your house.
you knew she would hear about your birthday party one way or another, and while you did know that this couldn't end well, you also knew that she would come around one way or another.
so, why not invite her yourself, you had thought. in a vivid state of gaslighting yourself into thinking that this wouldn't end the way it always did.
you can control yourself, as you told yourself when you approached her house and rang the doorbell.
you can keep your hands off each other for one damn night, the words like a mantra in your brain.
well, look at you now.
your house was packed with people and yet the second she walked through the front door she was all you could look at.
in her black blazer and matching slacks. and, god, are those heels?
you didn't even know where to look when she approached you.
and of course, it didn't end there. of course, she had to comment on your dress, lean in and whisper how sexy it looks on you.
it didn't end with her hands on your waist either, or with her eyes upon your body in a hungry glare.
it ends with you in the bathroom, pressed up against the door while robin towers over you.
with her lips against yours, kissing you filthy.
you have your arms wrapped around her neck as you lean back, allowing her to kiss you however she wants to.
"look at you" she hisses. "look at what you're wearing"
you can't help yourself but grin at the quick remark. this might've been the only reason why you chose to get the short black dress you are wearing.
just to get a reaction out of her.
"is that why you wanted me here huh? wanted me to see that little dress and fuck you in it?"
you gasp at the knowledge of what's to come.
"answer me" robin growls, her kisses wandering down your neck, lower and lower, until she is sucking the skin right above your collarbones.
"i- uhm- no-"
"fucking liar"
the taller woman spins you around, your back against her front as she presses you up against the door.
her hands fumble with the hem of your dress and she pushes it up your legs and over your ass.
she hums delighted when she sees you're bare beneath, your cunt already throbbing for her.
robin leans in as close as she possibly could, letting you feel the prominent bulge in her slacks as she does so, before whispering into your ear.
"i knew it" her voice sends shivers down your spine. "i fucking knew it. but, you see, you're not the only one who came prepared doll"
you nod your head hard, desperate for her to finally give you something.
robin chuckles and you can see her shaking her head from the corner of your eyes.
"such a desperate thing" she mumbles. "such a desperate slut"
at the last word, she lands a hard smack on your bare ass that has your knees bucking and nearly giving in beneath you.
the only thing that keeps you from falling is her other hand on your hip.
"oh you liked that?"
your lower lip is trembling, and so are your thighs, that is how good this hurts.
you nod and are rewarded by another spank.
"that's what you get for acting like such a fucking slut" she rasps.
you nod again, taking it all for her.
you are positive that her spanking is already leaving marks on your pale skin.
"and that" she adds. "is what you get for looking so fucking pretty in that dress"
her fingers find your entrance with ease and she pushes into your wet cunt with two of her digits.
you take her easily.
"fuck you're so wet for me" she whispers as she thrusts them into you. "i don't even think i have to get you ready to take my strap"
you shake your head to confirm her theory.
"no you don't- p-please-"
you can hear the smirk in her voice when she asks; "what do you want doll?" not once stopping her fingers from pumping into you purposefully.
"want your strap-" you whisper, head down in pleasure and both palms up against the door.
"what? i can't hear you pretty girl...you're gonna have to speak up"
"mommy please" you moan, knowing damn well that this will make up. "give me your strap please"
robin runs her hands over the back of your head softly, and you almost fall for it. you almost lean into her.
almost.
but then she grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back until your head is right next to yours.
"you sound so pretty when you beg for me"
"fuck" you whimper, pushing your ass into her hips further.
finally, you hear her undoing her belt, her pants dropping to the floor before she steps out of them, her heels clicking against the tiles.
"who am i to deny a pretty thing like you?"
your eyes flutter shut and your lips part when a hand reaches between both of your bodies and lines up the tip of the strap with your entrance.
"holy shit" robin mumbles in thought. "you're dripping"
"all for you"
"oh yeah?" she chuckles. "well i better make good use of that then, don't you think?"
you don't think. in fact, you don't do anything but moan when she pushes it into you.
your hands tighten to fists against the door and your eyes roll back.
the stretch is immense and you're almost certain it is a new strap she hasn't shown you yet. but why show you, when you can feel it?
"oh fuck" you finally manage.
"you take me so well" she coos, guiding the shaft into you "you're almost there"
you nod with your eyes shut tightly. "please"
she grabs you by the hips and closes the last bits of distance by simply pushing you down against her.
you whimper with your cheek against the door.
robin remains like this for a second, allowing you to get used to the size.
then, she pulls it out of your pussy, right before pushing it back inside, much more forcefully this time -just how you like it.
"god fuck" she grunts when she begins rolling her hips, pushing the dildo deeper into you with each thrust.
you know she can't feel the way your walls flutter around her cock, you know it.
but the way she's panting after just a couple of thrusts has you wishing she could.
you moan against the door, over and over again. the music outside is blasting loud but your moans are louder.
if someone was to walk by, they would probably hear your obscene noises drawn from your throat.
"that's right" she growls. "let them all hear how good i can make you feel. let them hear!"
her voice is breathless already but there is no hint of mercy in the way she's thrusting into you, her strap hitting your g-spot each time.
your nod your head erratically against the door, your lips parted in a silent "o".
you are almost certain that you are drooling for her, but you have lost all control over that.
the feeling of her body behind yours and the way she's currently pounding into you have you rolling your eyes back in your head, your back arching even further in a beautiful bend for her.
"robin..." you whimper. "robin...fuck me harder"
"oh glady doll" she still somehow finds the strength in her own body to chuckle at that, even after minutes of constantly fucking into you at such a pace. "that's what you want isn't it? to get fucked like the slut you are..."
again, you nod your head, only that she doesn't let you get away with it this time.
one hand remains on your hips while the other sneaks its way around your body and presses against your throat, forcing you backward against her until you're almost upright, at least as far as the dildo allows.
"oh god, robin- oh-"
she keeps her hand wrapped around your neck and tilts your head sideways, sucking marks onto your neck.
"make me cum please"
"don't worry" she whispers against your marked-up skin. "because i will..."
and then you're shoved against the flat surface again, your back arched even more than before while she fucks you.
this time she really fucks you. without a hint of exhaustion in the way her hips slam against your ass while the strap stretches you out deliciously.
she goes on like this for several more minutes, until her voice is the last thing grounding you to this earth.
and even with that, you are still absolutely losing it around her.
you have a hand between your thighs, circling your clit for extra pleasure when you feel the build-up of your first orgasm.
you slam your hands against the door for any kind of control, just for something to hold onto, when you feel a knot tightening in your lower abdomen.
"fuck- oh god- shit I'm gonna cum robin-"
her raspy "cum for me" is all it takes.
the strength of your climax takes both you and robin by surpise. your walls clench around the strap and you scream out her name in ecstasy.
your legs quite literally give out underneath the weight of your body and if it wasn't for her strong hands, you would have dropped onto the ground, where your arousal and cum is pooling already, still dripping out of you as you come down from your height.
but don't you dare think she is done with you.
you can see it in her eyes when she spins you around, your gaze immediately falling upon the new toy.
and, god it looks so good attached to her hips like that.
she is only getting started and you know it, especially when she orders you to put a foot on top of the closed toilet, giving her a whole new angle to pump the strap into you.
that is when you know you won't get out of here for a long, long time.
it's not like you're complaining...
anyways, eddie is a big smiley doofus who wouldn’t hurt a fly. we all know that, and a few bad eggs on here aren’t gonna change that. he’s a safe space. eddie would take care of us all 🫶🏻
What about older neighbor Robin teaching reader how to scissor or squirt (or both) 🫣
older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2800
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), light choking, vaginal fingering, oral, squirting, multiple orgasms, scissoring, use of petnames, dirty talk, not proofread and written in a rush so i guarantee mediocrity- (i might add a header still because this is much more than just a drabble so? anyway)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YES OLDER!NEIGHBOR!ROBIN REQUESTS!!!
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you're on robin's lap, both of her hands holding you by the hips as she grounds you down on her.
it has been nearly an hour of this; teasing and making out while you're straddling her lap.
your lips feel almost sore from all the kissing and yet there is np end in sight.
it would be a lie if you claimed that you weren't enjoying this because, oh, you are.
your neighbor's lips are the softest you have ever felt on yours, such a deep contrast to her rough fingers.
fingers, that are currently digging into your soft flesh right above your hipbones.
so, yes, you are enjoying this but it is not nearly enough.
you can feel your wetness pooling between your legs and each kiss peppered on your lips makes you want her even more.
"fuck" she grunts. "such a pretty girl. god, i love it when you get like this"
and to add onto that, her teeth sink into your lower lip and you whimper at the sharp sting that quickly turns into burning hot pleasure as it washes through you.
"robin" you whisper. you feel pathetic for being the one who seems to be so affected by this, while robin seems to be in complete control over herself.
"what is it?" she raises her brows. "don't you like what I'm doing to you?"
"n-no" you stutter helplessly. "no, i love it but- 'need more"
the stupid grin that appears on her face tells you that she has you exactly where she wanted.
"more...?"
"y-yea" your head falls back, leaving your neck completely exposed to her. she makes good use of it, bringing her mouth to your skin and sucking marks onto the soft flesh. you know they won't fade for days.
wearing turtleneck sweaters for the weeks that follow it is.
"touch me, robin"
the woman below you chuckles sweetly, before one of her hands makes its way from your hip, up to your neck.
you gasp when you realize what she's up to, but the realization comes too late.
her delicate fingers wrap around your neck and she applies slight pleasure to both sides.
there's a hunger in her glare when she watches the way your face tenses up and your eyes go wide in surprise.
"'this what you wanted?" robin asks.
you shake your head and get rewarded by her grip tightening.
"no-?" she tilts her head. "but you said you wanted me to touch you, didn't you? you asked for this...and now that I'm giving it to you you don't want it? is that what we're doing now?"
"n-no that's- not what i meant- i-" you whine and try to grind yourself onto one of her thighs.
her smirk grows as looks down at your hips, the way they roll against her.
"thought so...bet you love every second of this too, don't you?"
this time you just nod, desperate for something -anything, really- from her.
robin leans in closer, her breath ticking against your ear when she whispers; "such a fucking slut"
your eyes roll back but you barely have time to take it all in before robin spins you around and lays you down on your bed.
you yelp at the sudden movements but she doesn't stop there, her fingers already working on the hemline of your top.
you wrap your legs around her lower body at the same time as she undresses you, your way of signalizing her that you want her to remain this close to you.
she speaks as she undresses you.
"i wanna try something new, doll. is that okay?"
only the way she calls you doll, that sweet rasp in her voice while she asks it all so gently, is enough for you to scream your consent at the top of your lungs.
but it's also excitement and desperate want to see what she has come up with.
"y-yes please" you nod. your shirt has been thrown to the floor and your pants are about to join them there, leaving you in nothing but a cute pair of underwear.
"okay" she responds before attaching her lips to the newly exposed skin. "gotta get you ready for me first"
"o-okay" your hands grab her by the hair when she kisses all over your body, occasionally biting down or sucking a bit harsher to leave red marks behind.
it doesn't take long until her kisses reach your thighs and your breath immediately hitches in your throat.
"fuck robin" you moan when her lips ghost over your clothed clit.
robin can tell just how aroused you are already; there's a growing wet patch on the fabric of your underwear.
she chuckles to herself before pressing her open mouth to your cunt.
your hips jerk up but she puts her palm on your stomach to keep you low.
you squirm on the blankets while robin teases you through your underwear.
"please- please, please, please"
"you think you're ready for me?" she questions, knowing damn well she doesn't have to ask. you can feel your heat all the way to your thighs, making a mess of your soft skin for her.
you grind down onto the mattress in response.
"good girl" she praises before she pushes the panties down your legs. "so-"
you look down, excited to see what she's come up with.
"there's this thing i've read about..." robin kisses her way up your thighs again. "only some girls can do it...i know i can but...i wanna know about you..."
she leans in closer and her breath is hot against your throbbing cunt.
"it's called squirting" she explains, all so casually. as if she isn't about to fuck you mindlessly.
"you could describe it as...female ejaculation if you will"
"m-my body can do that?" you raise your brows doubtfully.
"some can..." she licks a long stripe through you and you moan out loud.
"fuck robin!"
"let's figure out if you can, okay doll?"
"y-es" you nod, willing to try your very hardest to please.
"usually" she continues, mouth full of your pussy. you can hardly listen to any of her words, the pleasure overtaking your ability to understand. "you will feel it. before it happens. at least i do"
still, you nod.
"you just have to...let go then. can you be a good girl and do that for me?"
this you do understand, nodding wildly as an answer.
robin smiles and you can feel the way her lip turns into a smirk against yourself.
"good girl"
"let's make this pretty cunt of yours squirt" she whispers before her tongue meets your clit and licks small circles around it.
you grab the bedsheets beneath you immediately and cry out in pleasure.
"oh my god- shit- right there"
you've been wet before, the previous make-out session surely impacted you. but now, that new sensation is only adding to the arousal that's pooling beneath robin's mouth.
you can't remember the last time you have been this wet.
every lick of her tongue draws sinful noises from your pussy that fill your room.
when robin seems to be satisfied with the amount of wetness she can feel against her mouth, she brings up her hand and toys a finger around your entrance.
"p-put it into me" you whisper. "please"
she looks up at you. a string of your own arousal is connecting her lips and your pussy and her chin glistens in the light of your room.
it's an obscene picture really, but it makes you want her even more.
her eyes remain locked with yours when she pumps two of her fingers into you.
you try your best to keep her eyes on her but when you feel her moving inside of you, they roll to the back of your head helplessly.
"oh-"
you slam your hand over your mouth to keep the volume low.
but robin tsks and shakes her head.
"don't pretty girl," she says. "i want to hear you. want to hear how good i can make you feel...you don't scream like this for everyone do you? am i making you feel this good?"
she emphasizes her words by thrusting her fingers faster.
you move your head on the pillows beneath in a strange motion, one that's supposed to be a shake.
luckily robin understands.
"no? i thought so...you're so good for me, taking me so well. ready for me to go harder?"
"please"
you can feel your lower body coiling already and, the more her fingers thrust into you, the more you notice another sensation as well. one that's similar to having to pee and yet so different somehow.
"you just have to let go" robin said. so you choose to focus on that, rather than the potential embarrassment of, quite literally, peeing on her.
"good" she praises before her fingers start curling inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single time.
she moves her fingers harder against that spot inside you too, and the unfamiliar feeling in your body keeps growing and growing.
"r-robin-" you gasp and grip the sheets underneath you.
this is new and so different from how she normally does it. and it doesn't bother you one bit.
you just take it all, every stroke of her fingers, with your back arching in a beautiful bend.
the sensation you've felt before only growing the more she hits that spot of yours. you didn't even know it was physically possible to feel something like this. not like you're complaining.
"what is it doll?" she leans back, her fingers keeping up their pace.
"you gonna cum for me? gonna gush all over my mouth for me? yeah?"
you just nod and nod and nod, your brain shutting down and refusing to speak a whole sentence.
your only option is to take it and, even though you have never done it before, give her what she wants.
and so without having the slightest idea how to, you do.
"you just have to...let go then. can you be a good girl and do that for me?"
that's what robin said. her words playing on repeat when you choose to let the feeling have you. when you give in to it. let it wash through your veins and take over you entirely.
you feel it inside of you first, building up with your orgasm. and then you feel it coming out of you, while your body reaches your height.
your eyes are closed, but you can hear an odd gushing sound from between your thighs.
one you've never made before.
when you find the strength to open your eyes, robin's chin or -much more like it- her entire face is covered in a clear liquid.
she stares up at you and holds your gaze when her tongue cleans you up with long, broad licks across your cunt.
"such a good girl" she praises, your thighs shaking around her head. "you did so fucking good"
you whimper softly when her tongue laps over your clit.
robin leans back and runs her hand through her hair. she's still staring in amazement.
"come here p-please" you mumble and spread out your arms.
she nods and kisses her way up your body before letting you hold onto her in a sweet embrace until the aftershocks have rippled through you and you can breathe properly again.
"that felt so good" you tell her. "thank you"
robin chuckles sweetly. "no need to thank me, pretty girl..." she pats your thigh gently. "you did such a good job for me...do you need anything? water? a shower maybe?"
you shake your head with all the energy you can find within yourself.
"but...you"
"oh don't you worry about me, I'm fine"
"but..." as if to test the waters, you bring your hand down her body, into her shorts, where you feel her arousal pooling.
you gasp and your eyes widen. you hadn't expected it to be this much.
robin reaches out and pulls your hand out of her pants.
"if you're so eager to please, then i've got something"
you nod, willing to do pretty much anything to give robin an equal amount of pleasure to what she has given you before.
little do you know that she is about to give you even more...
"lay back" she orders.
you immediately obey and watch her getting undressed.
her muscles reveal before you, her abs especially prominent when she reaches out to pull her tank top over her head.
all you can really do is lay there and watch while she gets naked for you, her beautiful body on display.
eventually, you can't stop yourself from kneeling up and crawling toward the edge of the bed.
you are beneath her now, staring up at her with the softest glare you can muster.
your silent way of begging for permission to touch her.
robin returns your stare. "what do you want baby? say it? be a good girl and use your words for me?"
that name. good girl.
all you ever want to be for the rest of your life is your handsome neighbor's good girl.
"let me touch you" you whisper "please"
robin chuckles, she fucking chuckles and takes your chin between her index and thumb.
"make some good use of that pretty mouth of yours"
that's all you need to hear.
your lips immediately attack the valley between her breasts, kissing your way down.
goosebumps rise under your kisses and you grin to yourself before lowering your lips to her abs.
her muscles harden when you kiss over them and you shiver in response.
"fuck just like that" she groans above, her fingers sinking into your hair while she guides you.
you wrap your hands around her waist and your nails dig into her skin when she tugs on your hair.
"now lay back"
you glare back up at her and her look tells her she is being serious about this. so you do as you're told.
she follows you down onto the bed and, after a second of maneuvering, you understand what she is up to.
and, god, how you want that.
you find yourself on your beg beneath her, robin between your legs. she's facing sideways and is holding one of your legs up.
your eyes roll back in your head when she lowers yourself against you.
"fuck robin" you damn nearly scream when your still sensitive cunt meets hers, the hot feeling of slick and arousal against each other has you seeing stars, and she hasn't even moved yet.
robin's head has dropped against your leg and her lips are parted, hot puffs of her exhales on your skin.
god, she looks so good like this, with pleasure written over her features.
and then she moves.
robin starts out softly, her hips rocking back and forth against your center.
you immediately know that you won't last long like that but the more she moves, the more you become aware of that fact.
her soft moans ring in your ear, her head is pressed up against her chin and she moves her hips against you with her lips still slightly parted.
a sight that will stay with you for a long time after that.
"shit robin" you groan when the velvet, wet feeling of her center against yours picks up its pace yet again.
"fuck" she moans.
the obscene noise that fill your room could be straight out of a porno, caused by nothing but the wetness between the two of you.
"i- fuck- robin I'm gonna cum again- please can i cum?"
"wait" robin snaps and her eyes fall shut in concentration. "almost there"
you take that as a sign and grind yourself against her even harder.
her head falls back and she gives you a nod.
"cum for me y/n- fuck cum for me-"
with one particular slide of her you cum undone, crying out her name loudly.
your body is squirming beneath hers when robin reaches her own orgasm with a sinful moan.
her entire face is scrunched up with a kind of pleasure you have never seen on her. she is panting, heavy moans falling from her lips.
robin's hips are still rolling beautifully against yours for a couple of seconds and you feel her cum flowing out of her and against you.
and then she collapses down on top of you, breathing labored as she holds you close.
"fuck y/n that was so good"
you're still panting as you recover yourself, gladly letting her hold you in her strong arms through the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
you nod in agreement, knowing damn well you would do it all over again any time.
summary at your wits end, you put an ad in the classifieds for a special kind of tutor. Eddie finds it and takes you up on the offer. (nsfw) [13k]
contains smut (18+ minors dni!) – p in v sex, oral (f receiving), lots of praise, virgin!reader, fem!reader, hurt/comfort. eddie's a sweetheart, fluff, first time turned something more (?).
author's notes this one's a long one! the idea made me laugh and then it took on a life of its own. I want to say this is meant to be somewhat lighthearted and is not a suggestion that anyone should be having sex if they haven't already – your body's yours, baby, do whatever you want! no one should ever make you feel rushed into anything!!! anyway Eddie is an angel and I want one. bye!
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Eddie's not sure why he's reading the newspaper. Boredom, perhaps; he's been waiting for Wayne to get home from his shift for over an hour. He's thought about calling the plant, but the walk from the couch to the phone seems to be the perfect amount of time to convince himself that he's probably on his way home already.
It's the Hawkins Post. It gets delivered by a snot-nose boy on a bike every week, thrown far too hard at their tin front door. Wayne reads it some weeks, others it gets used to wrap his lunch. Apparently this one he'd read it, flicked through the pages half-heartedly before leaving it open on a centrefold about the local elections. Trust Wayne to get bored of small-town politics, Eddie thinks.
So he picks up where Wayne left off, slowly pulling the pages apart, skimming stories about the endemic of teen pregnancy, or columns about the rejuvenation plans for downtown Hawkins.
Finally, he reaches the only bit of the newspaper that Eddie has ever found interesting: the classifieds (and, on the back of the classifieds, the call-girl ads).
He skims them, eyes brushing past ads for cleaners, dog walkers, nannies. Finds the ones hidden at the bottom – the letters written in code, ads for attractive female friends and women seeking younger men. He's never actually interested in them, but they provide a glimpse into the underbelly of Hawkins, a small town that is, for all intents and purposes, entirely normal. But nowhere is ever truly normal, and Eddie likes to seize the opportunity to pry into the scandalous goings-on of his boring hometown.
He's reading one about swingers when the one beside it catches his eye. It's plain – whoever paid for it kept their costs to a minimum. All it says is:
WOMAN, 23, SEEKING FIRST TIME.
He stares at the bold ink, the statement in all caps that, despite being maybe the lowest cost ad in the whole paper – it's in a box about three inches tall in the very corner of the page – jumps out at him anyway. Underneath the title, it reads: young woman looking for judgement-free first time. Min. age 22, max. age 28. Must have experience. At the very bottom, in almost imperceptible print, is a phone number.
Eddie hadn't realised how close his face was to the page until he hears the familiar sound of Wayne's car pull up outside. He throws the paper down onto his lap and sighs before scrambling around to at least try to look casual, and not like all the blood has rushed to his face. In the few seconds he has between the sound of Wayne's car door closing and him coming up the stairs, Eddie tears the page out, folding it quickly and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans as he stands.
The door opens just as he gets to his feet, and Wayne comes trudging in with his steel lunch pail and heavy boots.
"Hey, Wayne," Eddie says, breathless, trying his best to sound level. Wayne eyes him as he closes the door, before turning to dump his stuff on the table.
"C'mon, kid, you promised me a burger."
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The piece of newspaper stays in Eddie's pocket for three more days.
Wayne had been late getting home – something came up, but Eddie wasn't listening too hard, brain on that stupid ad instead – so their weekly trip to Benny's had run until the early hours of Friday morning.
And then Friday was work and Hellfire, which Eddie still leads despite having graduated two years ago, and this time the kids kept him going for hours. By the time he got home he hadn't even thought about the page before crashing into bed.
And then Saturday is family day, as Nancy puts it. Eddie had woken up late, rolled out of bed into the freshest clothes he could find, and into his van to act as bus driver for the morning. His little gaggle of unruly teenagers crammed into the back of it one by one, laughing and teasing and shouting. Steve's home became louder and still, Eddie relished in that feeling of peace he gets once a week with all these misfits he calls friends.
By Sunday morning, the newspaper had been long forgotten in the pocket of his jeans that he'd left in a pile on his bedroom floor. He's laid on his back on his bed, head dangling off the edge, puffing mindlessly on a spliff he'd rolled for himself two days ago that had also been forgotten. The room's a little fuzzy round the edges, just the way he likes it, the sunlight creeping warm paws up his arms. It smells funny in here, he thinks, so he turns over, pushes himself off the bed, and reaches up to open his window. On his way back to his bed, he trips on something, landing with a huff as his ribs hit the corner of the mattress.
"Fuck," he hisses, reaching down to pull the culprit off the floor. It's just an old pair of jeans, so he throws them into the corner, out of the way, and resumes his position, splayed out across the bed.
From this angle, with his head hanging upside down, he spots something by the pile of denim he'd just discarded.
His brain's ticking over slowly under the haze of being stoned, but after a second he realises what it is, and clambers all too quickly off the bed and across the room.
Maybe it's that haze, coating his brain with thick fog; maybe it's the fact that, in the year since he graduated, he's had to settle for quick fucks behind the Hideout after a gig; or maybe, just maybe, it's dangerous curiosity.
Whatever it is, something motivates him to move through his room, down the narrow corridor into the kitchen. There's something hijacking his limbs, and it reaches up to the phone on the wall. With eyes on the page in his hand he spins the dial, listening to the tone as it rings, rings, rings.
The longer he stands there, the more convinced he becomes in his intoxicated miasma that this is some kind of prank; he's going to be met with a stupid kid on the other end, laughing at him for bothering to call at all.
When he finally decides that this is just that, a practical joke, the line clicks. There's a low buzz on the other end, so low he thinks maybe the line just went dead, but then a voice.
"Hello?"
He's taken aback by the sound of it, but not so much that he doesn't notice the sleep coating it. Despite his stupor, he can't help but apologise.
"Shit, sorry, did I wake you?"
"Who is this?" You're sharper now, coming to, and he kicks himself for fucking this up already.
"Oh, shit, uh, sorry. I called about… I got this number, uh, in the paper."
"Fuck," he hears you whisper. He's not sure if he was supposed to hear it. He feels bad.
"Sorry, I'll go, this was-"
"Look, I put that age range in the ad for a reason. I'm sick of gettin' calls from middle aged men, I-"
"I'm twenty-three."
You're silent on the other end for a moment, but he can hear your breath hitch.
"Well, shit," you finally say. "Y'don't sound it."
He laughs an awkward, stilted laugh, unsure what to say.
"Sorry, I've had so many guys – men, old men – callin' me up, tryin' to flirt with me down the phone, I just… The ad was a mistake, clearly."
He likes the way you talk. You've got a pretty voice.
"Uh, thanks," you say.
Shit.
"Fuck, sorry, did I say that out loud?" Moron.
You laugh, the sound fizzing down the telephone line, and it eases some of his insecurity.
"I'm sorry," he says, starting fresh. "I'll leave you be, have a good-"
"Wait," you bite, and he can hear you shuffling around. "Wait just a sec, I- fuck, where the fuck is it? I… Sorry, can you just wait for a second?"
"Sure, sure," he murmurs, trailing off when he realises you've set the phone down. He listens to the faint sounds of you rummaging around and swearing under your breath. He must look like an idiot, stood in his kitchen, smiling at his phone, waiting for a stranger he found in the paper.
He hears you coming back, footsteps getting louder, before you pick the phone back up.
"Y'still there?"
"Yeah," he laughs. You speak to him like he's an old friend and it keeps catching him off guard.
"Okay," you say. "Here's the thing. I put that stupid ad in the paper because I was sad, and my life has been a misery since then, because literally every guy who's called me has been, like, at least forty, which some people are into I guess but I'm not, and- Sorry."
You're rambling, stumbling over your words even though he can tell you're trying to be professional or something. He stays quiet and hopes you'll keep going.
After a beat, you say, "I guess, 'cause you called, you'd be up for it?"
"Uh, well," he stammers. "That's kinda why I called. Care to explain what it is you want, exactly?"
He's not sure where the sudden confidence has come from; maybe the weed's wearing off.
"Okay, yeah," you breathe. "So, uh, my plan, I guess, was that I'd… You'd take, uh, my virginity."
You almost whisper the last part, like it's some kind of slur, and Eddie can't help but laugh on the other end.
You start to sound exasperated, frustrated, so he tries to claw you back.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just so… frank."
"Well, bein' all coy about it hasn't really worked out for me so far."
Can't argue with that logic.
"Okay," he says, trying to ignore the excitement bubbling inside him. You're a stranger, he's a stranger, and this whole thing is kind of weird. Shit, he thinks. Am I a perv?
"How do you want to do this?"
"Well," you start, sounding like you've got this part planned out. "First I need to know you're not gonna murder me or something, so I'll give you an address near my house but not at my house, and we can meet there whenever… and, uh, what year were you born?"
"What?"
"Just… So I feel a bit more sure you're actually twenty-three."
"Hah, okay. 1965."
"Okay, sweet. You got a pen?"
"Shit, yeah, one sec."
His eyes dart around the room. With the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he moves as far as the cord will let him, to a drawer by the front door. At the back there's an old pencil and some scraps of junk mail.
"Got it!" he declares, too enthusiastic but it makes you giggle so he laughs too.
"Okay," you start, and you tell him an address he vaguely recognises, closer to the nicer side of town, halfway between here and where Steve's house is.
"It's a park, kind of. It's pretty public anyways, so if you were, y'know, planning to kill me or whatever, don't bother."
"I'll take that off the to-do list," he tells you through a smirk.
"Very funny," you say, your sentence half-formed like you can't find the words to finish it. "Wait, what's your name?"
"Eddie. Munson."
"Okay, Eddie Munson," you say before telling him yours and deciding that you'll meet him later that day. You tell him it's easier that way, that you can't bear to have to wait all week, sitting on the nerves that might make you change your mind.
That's exactly what Eddie does all afternoon. You'd decided on six that evening, when it's still light but late enough that you both have time to back out, and so he sits, stoned out of his mind on both weed and the phone call, feeling something he's rarely felt before.
It's like cola in his gut, bubbling and frothing every time he tries to move. Is this what people feel when they say they have butterflies? Because it doesn't really feel like that; it feels instead like the madness inside him is floating upwards, fizzing around his heart, prodding and poking at it at uneven rhythms. His mind is reeling, too; he hadn't really thought this through at all. What if, even after that call, you're still planning on playing some kind of trick on him? What if this is an elaborate scheme to publicly humiliate him? Maybe you get a kick out of that kind of thing.
There's another thing, creeping around at the back of his mind, lurking. It's that horrid hopefulness, the what if that feels so far from likely that if he lends too much time to thinking about it, he feels stupid.
What if you're great?
He shakes himself out, standing up off his bed. He'd been lying there for the past two hours, sobering up, dwelling on every detail of the call, lingering in particular on your voice and your laugh and the way you say sweet so often.
He doesn't know who you are. He didn't recognise your name when you told him, even though you're his age. He didn't recognise your voice either, but he likes it, and he wasn't lying when he (accidentally) told you it's pretty.
He looks at the clock beside his bed. The red numbers flicker as they change to 16:52.
One hour.
-
He's early.
It's ten to six, and he's early.
The sun's low but not gone yet, and the park you sent him to is actually kind of nice. He's in his van, waiting until it's a socially acceptable time to get out and wait for you. What is the socially acceptable time to get out and wait for the girl you've got an agreement like this with?
Before he can decide, he sees someone. They're in jeans and a jacket, red Chucks and hair lifting up in the breeze.
Without thinking about it too hard, he opens the door and hops out, slamming it a little too hard. The person looks over, catches his mop of hair over the top of the van, and stops walking.
"Eddie?"
He hears you call his name over the sound of his boots crunching on the ground as he rounds the front of the van. He looks over to find you, the person he saw walking over, looking at him with your hand at your brow, blocking the sun.
You're pretty – really pretty. He still doesn't recognise you, but he has decided that's surely for the best.
You don't recognise him, either, but he's hot. He's not what you expected; truthfully, you really had expected someone older, lying about their age to get in your pants, someone you'd have to turn down in this very public space, going back to your apartment alone and unsatisfied. This is not what you had in mind at all, but you're not mad about it.
As he comes towards you, you watch the way he walks, chest-first like he's exactly where he should be. His hair's long and a bit wild but it matches his style – ringer tee, messy black jeans, obnoxious denim jacket. He's got his hands in his pockets but when he lifts one out to wave at you awkwardly, you see the rings and know you're a goner.
You wave back, laughing lightly as he nears you. He's taller than you so you really have to squint to see him against the setting sun.
"Hey," he says softly. His voice is even nicer in person; he does sound older than he is, and he has an air of maturity about him, like he's too sure in himself to be 23, but there's also a boyishness somewhere underneath that endears you.
"Hi," you reply. "You're Eddie, right?"
He looks around himself, head whipping back and forth.
"No, doll," he says, looking at you with a blank face. "I'm Keith."
"Oh," you say, trying to hide the flush in your cheeks and the way your face drops, but then he laughs and reaches out to hold your shoulder.
"Sorry, that was a bad joke." He squeezes. "Yeah, I'm Eddie."
You choose to ignore the overly familiar touch and the way it sends your knees all funny, and instead you laugh, a little awkwardly, and hold out a hand.
"Nice to meet ya," you say, firm.
He looks down at your hand as he drops his own from your shoulder. His eyes move between it and your face, but he shakes it anyway.
"Well?" he asks, and you watch as he smirks, staring you down, his hand still in yours.
"What?"
"Do I look like a serial killer? Scared I'm gonna murder you?"
With those final words he pulls on your hand, bringing you closer to himself. His confidence is only making that funny feeling in your knees worse, but what you don't know is that he's bluffing; before you stands a terrified boy struck dumb by a pretty girl.
"Hm," you hum, dialling up the dramatics to ponder his appearance. You take the chance to scan your eyes up and down his body, taking in the scuffs on his shoes and the pretty silver chain around his neck. From here you can smell weed and cigarette smoke, pretty aftershave and something deeper. "I don't think so."
"Damn," he quips, finally releasing your hand to run his own through his wild mass of hair. "I was really tryin' to look scary."
"You didn't do a very good job," you tell him, laughing softly, and he looks at you with a smile.
"Oh well," he says. "Maybe next time."
Ignoring the way that makes you feel, you take his hand again. It's your turn to pull him, dragging him behind you. The move startles him and he drags his feet for a moment before catching up, refusing to let go of your hand when you try. He swings them between your bodies theatrically as you walk him across the park, through a line of tall oak trees and onto the street on the other side.
"So," he says, drawing out the word. "We goin' to your parents' or somethin'?"
"No," you reply, shaking your head slightly with your eyes on the ground. You drop his hand and stuff yours back in your pocket. "I have an apartment, up by Main Street. This's just a shortcut."
"Oh."
You don't say much more after that. The walk is short; you were right, this is a shortcut to Main Street, one even he didn’t know about. It takes you past Steve's house, and Eddie prays he doesn't happen to be looking out the window at this precise moment.
You live above the pharmacy. You scramble with the lock for a moment, so he stands behind you, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking around; it's quiet, the usual lull of a Sunday evening, the sun lower than before. He looks at the back of your hair and the way the light catches in it, hears the low curses under your breath as you struggle with the door. And then it's open, and you're inside in the dark, and he has to bring himself back down to Earth.
Your apartment is small. Behind the door there's a narrow staircase, and at the top another door. It brings him into your living space, which is cramped but clearly well-loved. You offer him a drink and step into the kitchen when he says yes.
He lets his eyes pass over the room. The ceiling is low, reminiscent of his own home, though the walls are more solid than the trailer. They're painted a muted, pale blue, a colour he's sure you didn't choose because you've covered as much of them as you can in things: paintings, framed photographs, postcards. The furniture is more to your taste, he assumes. It's all soft, rich greens and pinks.
You bring him a beer as he sits on the couch, sinks into the cushions, toes off his boots.
"Thanks," he says as you pass him the bottle and take a swig of your own. You take your own shoes off and leave them by the door, hanging your jacket on a hook there too.
"So," you begin, padding back over to him and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. "I don't know how this works."
"Well," he says, turning to you with one arm up on the back cushions, "I can talk you through it, but I need t'know where you're at."
"What d'you mean?"
"Well, how far have you gone before? How far do you want to go today?"
"Uh-" You shuffle, squirming into the couch, clearly looking for the right words. "I've never… This is as far as I've ever got."
He breathes a gasp though he's trying to hide it, trying to stick to the agreement of judgement-free. "You've never been kissed?"
You just shake your head and the way your face creases, brows turned down, makes him ache.
"Okay."
"And I want to go all the way," you say quickly, all in one breath, finding your words. "Not too far, no extra shit, like, kinky shit, but the standard."
"O-kay," he says again, smiling this time. "So you know it's not as easy as… As in and out, right?"
"Yes," you spit. He flinches. "Sorry, it's just… It's hard not to feel a bit, like, insecure about all of this. Makes me a bit defensive, I guess."
"It's okay," he soothes, and his tone really does make you feel better. "No judgement here. I'm not new to sex, but I'm just as new to this whole… situation as you are."
"Okay," you sigh.
"Why don't we just chat for a bit? I'm not in a rush if you're not."
"Yeah," you agree. Eddie is easy, you're finding; no dancing around the point, but you feel you're being handled gently. Exactly what you want.
"So did you grow up here?"
Okay, so maybe the 'chatting' suggestion was a bit of a façade for the fact that Eddie has found himself fascinated by you, even in the short time he's known you. Sure, it's only been ten minutes if you're not counting the phone call, but there's something about you that piques his interest. And, if he's honest, he's not sure why he wouldn't recognise someone his own age in Hawkins.
"No, no," you say, leaning over to put your beer on the table. You wipe your mouth quickly with the back of your hand. "I'm from Illinois."
"Why are you here then?" He takes your que and puts his own beer down too, deciding that being intoxicated probably isn't the best idea.
"I dunno," you say, sighing again. Your shoulders go lax as you let yourself sink backwards and look up at the ceiling. "I wanted to go somewhere new, but not somewhere big. And the middle school here was hiring a tech assistant, so I applied."
"And you got the job?"
"Uh-huh. I start in September, figured I'd just move here early, try to find my feet."
"How's that going?"
"Alright, mister questions." You laugh as you say this and sit up, looking at him again with a smile. "It's going okay so far. People are friendlier here, but I haven't exactly found my people yet."
He hums, nodding, and you say, "My turn."
He looks up at you. "Do your worst."
"Did you grow up here?"
"Kind of. Somewhere near here, til I was eleven."
"Why'd you move here?"
"Hah." He goes all rigid and awkward at your question, shrugging his jacket off with his eyes on the ground. You take note of the ink you can see crawling up to his neck under the collar of his shirt. There's something else there, too; something pale and stretched, like a scar.
"It's complicated." That's the answer he settles on, keeping his cards close to his chest. "But I moved in with my uncle when I was in middle school. Been here since then."
"Is that why you're still here? Your uncle?"
"Kind of, but that's also complicated."
"Wow, okay, is everything complicated with you?"
"It doesn't have to be," he says. It throws you for a loop, the way his voice has dropped, fried and kind of… sexy?
You find him looking at you, and suddenly he feels really close. You feel this urge to climb out of yourself, away from this situation that isn't for you; it's never for you. No one has ever wanted to get this close.
"You okay?" he asks, his friendly tone back.
You're grateful he seems to be able to read you so quickly.
"Yeah, sorry."
"It's okay. If you want to, y'know, stop this at any point, just let me know, okay?"
"We haven't even-"
"Will you?" he presses.
"Yes," you promise him. He looks back at you like he's waiting, yearning for something and you don't quite know what.
"Can I ask you something?" he says.
"Mm-hmm."
"Why are you so far away right now?"
He's gone soft, leaning forward toward you, his arm still up on the back of the couch. Your eyes flicker to his fingers and the rings on them, the way they're sparkling slightly in the dipping sun coming through the window.
It fills your mouth with glue. The combination of his proximity and the question leaves you breathless.
"I just…" he continues. "You're hiding from me over there."
He's got a sticky smirk on his face, like he knows the answer and knows you don't want to tell him. He shuffles forward ever so slightly, letting you breach into his space if you want to.
You do, you really, really do – he's a kind stranger, doing a kind thing for you, even if it is a bit odd. You want nothing more than to relinquish yourself to him, and yet you can't.
There's a momentary staring contest between the two of you. The couch feels miles long and yet he's closing in. You feel suffocated.
"I'm gonna come to you," he says after a minute. "Is that okay?"
All you can do is nod at him. It's like your body's on fire, affronted at the idea of being touched by him and yet harbouring some primal urge, deep under the surface, to let him do it anyway.
He pushes his jacket onto the floor with his elbow as he moves himself down the couch toward you. Your eyes follow his arms and the way they stretch, and then the way one of them lifts. He plants his hand firmly on your knee and it burns through the denim of your jeans. You can't tear your eyes from it, staring blankly at his fingers, the way the tendons flex when he squeezes.
"We don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do, okay?" he tells you. He's watching you, how you're watching his hand, how your hair still lights up in the sun. You're sweet, and pretty, and most of all he longs to know more.
"I'm gonna talk you through it," he continues, "kinda like a teacher, if that's what you want."
When you don't reply, he calls your name softly, and says, "Is that what you want?"
You look up at him and nod again.
"I need to hear it, sweets."
You tell him yes, that is what I want, trying desperately to keep your voice as level as possible, not letting on that it kills you every time he uses a petname like that.
His fingers dance up your thigh and back down to your knee, a repeating pattern that sends you dizzier the closer he gets to you.
"Eddie?"
His hand stills and he looks at you.
"Yeah?"
When he responds, you feel his breath on your face. He's close enough, now; you can really look at him, at the crow's feet by his eyes, the freckles across his cheek, the bend in the bridge of his nose that looks like maybe he broke it once. His eyes are really pretty, browned sugar and syrup, flitting around as he tries to read you.
"I've never been this close to anyone before."
He's watching your eyes as they move over his face, admiring the slight sense of awe in them.
"That's okay."
There's a sudden absence on your leg where his hand leaves it and it aches, like the bone is realigning. You swallow a whine and close your eyes when his hand finds your cheek.
"I'm gonna kiss you now," he whispers. "That okay?"
You nod again and he lets the pads of his fingers smooth backwards into your hair where they take root, his thumb beside your eye. You feel him pull you in and his breath on your nose and then the strange sensation of his lips.
It's new but not unwelcome. He's soft with it, light as anything and quicker even, gone before you really know it's happened. Some kind of sudden urge takes over, though, because you don't like how quick it was, so you chase him. You plant your lips back on his, firmer than he had, your nose nudging his as you get the angle right. This one's longer and it startles him; you have to pull back when he starts laughing.
"Alright, alright, slow down," he says as you sit back, deflated. "You liked that, huh?"
You nod, giddy, desperate to feel it again.
"Can I show you somethin'?" His hand is on your neck now, burning its fires once more, and you can barely concentrate on him.
"Yeah," you breathe, a sigh of relief as he comes closer again. But as you close your eyes, expecting his mouth on yours, you can't help the whine that escapes when he misses, landing beside it. You feel him chuckle, a puff of air out of his nose, before he dots more kisses along your jaw. It feels nice, gentle and slow, like he's scared to break you if he goes too fast or comes on too strong.
The whine, lingering in your throat, moulds into something like a sigh – or even a moan – when he makes it onto the column of your throat. You swear you feel his teeth graze the skin there, lips following them over your pulse. His kisses turn hotter, heavier, and you can't help the way you keen into him. Without thinking about it, you paw at his shoulders and let your back arch as you breathe thick pants into the air of your living room.
When he pulls back again, you whine his name, gripping tighter where you've pulled his shirt into your fists. He laughs at you, head tipped back, as he smooths his hands up and down your arms; the gentle touch makes you relax and your hands unfurl.
"Good, huh?" His words are viscous, thick with want, but he daren't go too fast.
"Mm-hmm," you agree, nodding, breathing quick. Now that he's stopped, you have time to consider that, actually, you might be a bit overwhelmed; without thinking about it you sit back, returning to your comfortable distance by the arm of the couch, watching as his face falls.
"Sure you're okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, yeah, I just-"
"Yeah, take a second."
"Mm-hmm, just need a minute."
You watch him stiffen, awkward in the wake of the moment, and take the chance to admire him a bit more until you sense his eyes are back on you, and suddenly you feel very small.
"You alright?"
You nod, looking back at him, finding his face all soft and concerned, turned down so it makes you twinge.
"You're being so nice to me," you say. It comes out more as a breath, a string of words tied together with insecurity, all in the same exhale. You're not even sure you said it at all, but his face twists into something like shock.
"What do you mean?"
You sigh. "I dunno, I… You're just being very… kind. Are you always like this?"
He seems taken aback by the question. His hands are in his lap where his left fingers toy with the rings on his right. He looks away from you to stare instead at the beer on the table and the drop of condensation running a race down the neck of the bottle.
"You've really never done this before, huh?" he asks you, and now it's your turn to be taken aback.
"I'm not lying, if that's what you're getting at," you say with perhaps a bit too much venom.
"No," he responds, stern. "I'm just… Finding it hard to believe. I'm sure it's true," he says quickly when you open your mouth to fire something quick at him again, "like, I know you're not lying, but it's so surprising."
"How so?"
He sighs this time. He twists in his seat to face you, bringing one leg up under himself, the other dangling off the edge of your couch.
"I'm gonna be honest with you right now, if that's okay."
"Okay."
"'Cause I feel like that's the best way to do this whole… thing, right? Nothin' in it for you, really, if we're not honest, or whatever…"
For the first time since you met him in the park, he's showing his nerves. It gets him all wound up, stumbling through sentences like the words are quicker than he can keep up with. It's endearing, really; nicer in some ways than confidence.
"When I saw that ad it obviously caught my eye, I mean, I called, but I just didn't know what to expect, obviously, and you're… Well, you're… normal? So far, anyway." He huffs the last three words out in a laugh, but you don't return it.
"What does that mean?"
"I just think I expected someone who puts an ad like that in the paper to be weirder, or something."
Your gut twists. Red flares of anger lick up your insides, popping and wheezing in your throat.
"What the fuck, dude?"
You stand, backing away, feeling that familiar creeping isolation; distance, walls up, get away. His face has dropped to something wider, fear in his big stupid brown eyes and mouth agape.
"I didn't-"
"I'm not weird for being a virgin. And just because you think I'm 'normal' doesn't mean this-" you gesture between the two of you with both hands, "-should be surprising."
"No, shit, sorry," he pants, desperation oozing, "fuck."
"I think you should go," you finally say. Your arms are across your middle, hands gripping your forearms. You don't dare look at him, even when he says nothing.
You flinch when you feel him come nearer. He steps over the threadbare rug on your floor and over to the corner where you've parked yourself.
He calls your name and you despise the way you soften at the sound of it.
"I'm gonna touch you, 's'that okay?"
You scoff, turning away from him.
"Stop fucking patronising me, Eddie."
"I'm not patronising you. You wanted me to talk you through it."
"Yeah, that. Not this."
"This is part of that."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Well this isn't getting me very turned on," you spit, turning back to look at him, your arms still crossed over your chest and the rising fire of anger flares when you find that cocky smirk on his face.
"Will you come sit down with me? Please?"
His hands are hovering awkwardly between the two of you, forbidden to come any closer but refusing to give up completely. You offer him an olive branch, dropping your own arms and taking his hand in yours.
He walks you back to the couch and sits beside you, turning your hand over in his on his lap. You both watch it, the way his thumb grazes your palm, tracing the lines up and over.
"Sex isn't just sex, you know," he says frankly. "Even when it's like this."
"I know," you whisper, eyes transfixed.
"It's about all the emotional shit too, and I'm gettin' the feeling there's a lot of that to get through."
"Mm-hmm." It irks you, the way he seems to know you without really knowing you. "You sound very wise."
He laughs at that, and you find yourself grateful for the reprieve, for the way the tension seems to lift just a little.
"I'm just being honest," he admits through a laugh. And then he turns to look at you, dipping his head to meet your gaze because you won't look up. His gaze on you is oppressive, unfamiliar, but you don't dislike it.
"You're really pretty, you know."
You just look at him.
"Hm?" he tries, dipping even lower to catch your eye properly. "It's true."
"A boy's never called me pretty before," you admit, words too quick for you to call them back. This is dire, this hole you're digging; after all this time, being honest is still so difficult, though it seems to come so easily to him.
"That's a crime" he says. And then he does that thing, the one you've read about in books, daydreamed about, thought about late into the night. He brings his hand to your face and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, a light pressure but enough to move you to look up at him, sat upright, with your mouth dropped open in shock.
It's just as electric as you'd imagined; more so, even. Two points of contact. Who'd have thought it?
"I'm sorry I said something stupid," he tells you. "It was dumb."
You giggle as his fingers shift across your skin. Soon enough he's holding you in his hand again and you feel yourself leaning into it, again.
"Thank you for apologising," you say. "I think I can forgive it for now."
"Good," he says. And then, more coy, the act dropped for a moment, "Can I kiss you again?"
"Yes, but…"
Just like before, the words stall in your throat.
"You can tell me what you want, you know. It's why I'm here." Christ, his voice is like honey when he's this close to your face.
You pull a long breath in through your nose and close your eyes.
"I have this… fantasy," you begin, and you hear (and feel) him chuckle.
"Go on."
"I guess it's not really a fantasy, just something I've always wanted to try…"
"That's the definition of a fantasy."
"Hey," you scold, opening your eyes and swatting him on the arm softly. "You wanna hear it or not?"
"Sorry, sorry," he says, laughing again. "Continue."
"Can I sit on your lap?"
"Is that it?" he asks, laugh lingering, threatening to fire up the heat in your cheeks.
"Yes," you say pointedly. "I wanna try it."
"Go for it, baby."
He doesn't miss the way you gasp at the nickname; in fact, he smiles, grins almost. He moves his hands down, leaving your face for now so he can hold your waist as you move onto your knees and lift one over him.
It's funny, you think, how hard all of this feels; really, this is a very normal thing for two 23-year-olds to be doing, and yet something within you makes it feel mechanical, intentional. Perhaps you just need practise.
"Okay," he says as you settle, your hips halfway down his thighs. "You gonna get any closer, or am I gonna have to lean over an' break my back?"
"Am I okay to get closer?" you ask, not taking much notice of how your fingers are dancing around his chest, toying lightly with the chain around his neck. Maybe it does come naturally after all.
"'Course you are, here-"
His big hands pull you in by the waist so that you're seated on him, hips to hips. Your faces are closer now, too, so you can admire those lovely crows feet again and the bend of his nose.
"Gonna kiss me, Munson?"
"O-kay," he says, smirking again. "I like the attitude."
"Oh, for fu-"
He shuts you up with a kiss, takes your breath away like they all say in the magazines; this kiss brings the fire up to the hilt, pulls on the smoke and the kindling and sets everything ablaze. His lips move against yours like molten gold, hot and rich and bright, quick but tender all the same. You feel the heat of his stuttering breaths on your cheek and lean inwards, arching your back slightly, until you feel him moan.
It's a sensation you could get used to, for sure. It's fizzy vibrations on your lips, makes them tingle, all electric. And then, before you can really know it's happening, you feel his tongue on yours.
You're not even sure when you opened your mouth for him. But it's there, the new feeling. It feels wetter, less familiar, but it pulls an involuntary moan out of you and you arch your back even more without thinking.
You get into it, into the rhythm, and let your mind wander to the friction between your hips and the pressure of his fingers under your ribs. They're skirting the hem of your top, his ring finger dipping beneath it onto the skin of your waist. And then you think about it too much, take notice of it too acutely, and you're pulling back and panting, looking down at where his hands are.
"All good?" he asks in a voice that's new to you; it's lazy, his words fuzzy, like he's just woken up. You look up at him and his eyes are hooded, lids low, and he's wearing a dopey half-smile.
"Yeah, just… Feeling lots of things," you say; it's all you can think of to explain this.
"That's kinda the point," he reminds you, and then he's doing that thing he showed you earlier, kissing slowly across your jaw and down onto your neck. It feels just as nice the second time; nicer, even, because you're letting him do it and you're letting yourself enjoy it.
His fingers venture upwards, more of them sliding under your top, until he pulls back and says the fateful words you knew would come soon: "Can I take this off?"
His lips are still on your throat, so he doesn't see the way you wince. When you don't reply he comes back up to look at you. You turn away.
"Hey," he coos, one hand leaving its treacherous territory to hold your head again. "What's up?"
You huff. "No one's ever seen me… naked before."
He smiles, which vexes you. "I'm here 'cause I wanna, baby."
The fucking nicknames.
"I know, I just… Can you just-"
You hold his hand in yours and move it away from your skin, hold it in both of yours to keep it away from you. He breathes an apology but you continue.
"This whole thing, me never doing this before or whatever, I think it's probably got a lot to do with me not really liking this-" you look down at yourself as you speak, "-very much."
You see him take this in, how it melts his features and widens his eyes.
"Okay," he finally says. "We can take this slow, yeah? You wearing a bra?"
"Yes, Eddie, I'm wearing a bra."
"So let's start there. Top off first, and you can see how you feel."
"Okay."
You let go of his hand and he takes your shirt in both. You close your eyes as you feel him lift the fabric, bunch it around your breasts, your que to lift your arms. You do it for him and he pulls up, tugs it messily over your head and throws it somewhere across the room.
"Shit," he hisses.
"What?" you say in a panic, worried something somewhere has gone horribly wrong.
"Look at you," he croons. "So pretty."
The insecurity evaporates, coming off you like a heavy mist, as he dips his head to kiss your collar bones and across the swell of flesh beneath. He takes his time, sometimes pulling the skin between his teeth but never for long enough to leave a mark. At some point he nudges you back and reaches over his head to pull his own shirt off; before he commits, he looks at you. You nod.
This is the most flesh-on-flesh you've ever felt before. It's nice; you're both warm, and he hasn't once mentioned the eighteen thousand different flaws you know are on your upper body.
His is covered in ink – pretty, often in swirling patterns and on his arm there are bats. But between them, there's confirmation of your earlier suspicions: he's got scars everywhere.
You trace them with gentle fingers.
"Don't ask," he says, laughing awkwardly.
"Okay."
You lean back in to kiss him. You’re a lot less confident than he is at initiating, but soon enough you get the hang of it, and he lets you. He doesn't take the reins; instead, he gives himself to you, lets you find your feet by yourself.
You attempt to copy him, kissing his jaw and then his neck, and you enjoy the way he sighs and relaxes under your lips.
As you move further down, teeth grazing his collarbone, he says, "you wanna move? Couch isn't exactly ideal."
You finish your work with a peck to the bump of his shoulder and say, "Sure."
There's some awkward shuffling, and standing in your bra and jeans is somehow more vulnerable than sitting on him, but nevertheless you take his hand and lead him through the door to your bedroom.
He doesn't have as much time to take this room in as the last one, because he wants you on the bed more than he cares to admit. When you flick on the bedside lamp, finally acknowledging how dark it's become now the sun's started going down, all he really notices is how warm the room is.
"Here," he says, manoeuvring you as he pleases. "Lay back, yeah?"
You do as he says, sitting facing him and pushing yourself back so you can lay down with your knees up.
And then it happens: one of the many cataclysmic revelations of the evening.
"Good girl."
Again, you gasp, looking up at the ceiling.
"Good?" he asks.
"Really good," you tell him. You haven't really noticed that your hands have laid themselves across your chest, but he can't stop staring.
"That's it, see? Love when you tell me what you like."
One of his hands joins one of yours where it's fidgeting with your bra, and the other smooths down one of your legs, urging you to straighten them. You do, and again he says those fateful words: "Good girl. Gonna take these off, yeah?"
"Wait," you snap, sitting up and letting his hand fall so you can lean back with your weight on yours. "Can we do it together?"
"'Course."
"And can I… Can I undo yours?"
"Shit, sure you can."
You sit up and he takes your hands in his bigger ones, moulding them so you're tracing your fingers down the plain of his chest and stomach. You follow the dips and creases, the taught skin of his scars, and finally reach his belt.
He's mumbling nonsense at you, too caught up in everything to keep up the teacher façade, pinching your fingers between his so you can pull the leather through the buckle and get to his zipper.
When you unzip and brush something hard, he drops his hands and tips his head back in a sigh. It's an unfamiliar feeling under your tentative hands but it's not unknown.
"Wow," you breathe, not really meaning to say it out loud.
"Shit, gotta get these off-" He pulls back from your wanting grasp to shuffle out of his jeans, leaving his boxers in place for now. One step at a time.
"Your turn," he declares, smiling, jeans and socks gone. He reaches over to you again to return the favour, undoing buttons and the zip and his wide hand on your hip urges you to lift off the bed so he can pull the denim down your legs.
There's no turning back now; you can never again wonder what will happen the first time someone sees you (nearly) naked.
You've thought about this before, turned an infinity of possibilities over in your mind, but this was never one of them. Not one of them included a pretty boy, standing before you, just as exposed as you are, pawing at flesh and telling you you're beautiful.
His lips ghost over you, beginning at your shoulder and creeping lower. When he reaches the middle of your chest he looks up at you, the angle a little awkward. You nod.
"What're you doing?" you ask him, moving backwards again as he crowds you.
"I'm gonna take this off," he says, tugging lightly at the band of your bra, bringing himself level with you so he's breathing the words into your ear. "And then I'm gonna eat you out."
He may as well be a fire-breathing dragon. His words claw at your scalp like flames and fill your lungs with heat, pulling a sigh from within. You lean back, lying flat on the sheets, and let him have his way with you.
But he doesn't move, first admiring the way you respond and then waiting, lingering above you, too far away.
"What?" you hiccup, looking at him, confused.
"Need you to tell me this is what you want," he tells you.
"This is what I want," you repeat back to him. And then, taking the plunge, you add, "I want you to eat me out, Eddie."
You relish in his response, the way you can almost see him shiver, bare shoulders twitching and chest deflating with a shuddery exhale.
"Christ, yes, okay."
His fingers inch around your back so you arch it, letting him toy with the clasp of your bra. He gets it undone quicker than you expected, and you can't bring yourself to focus on where it goes once it's off because he's got his mouth back on your skin and now he's biting marks in places that would make your past self blush.
You feel his teeth on the swell of your boobs, first the left and then the right, and the rough pads of his fingers over your nipples.
"Shit," you hiss, and then, "no, shit, don't stop," when he halts for a second.
"Feel good?" he asks, muffled with his teeth grazing the stretch of skin across your ribs.
"Yes, yeah."
Gripping the sheets, you arch again, keening into him, chasing the buzz of his lips and the goosebumps they leave.
His fingers leave them, too, especially when they dance over your sides, that bit that makes you feel hollow if you drift over it the right way.
"Can I take these off?" he asks, lifting his head to look up at you from where he's sunk to his knees. You're staring at the ceiling, too preoccupied to meet his eye, and the sight makes him huff a laugh.
"Yes," you respond too quickly.
As you feel his fingers curl around the elastic, he says, "Okay, you're gonna have to give me a hand, alright? Tell me if it feels okay or if you want me to move. Or if you want me to stop, obviously."
"Yes, yeah, fuck, please Eddie-"
"Alright, alright," he laughs, pulling the material down over your knees and feet. At this rate, your bedroom floor must look like an explosion at the laundromat; dirty laundry everywhere, clothes all over the floor.
You're not sure why you're thinking about the logistics of tidying right now, though it doesn't last long, because the cool air on your core is a shock that jolts every limb.
Although he's wedged between them, you seem to have an instinctual reaction to the sensation of being exposed, your legs trying to close around him. His firm hands pull them apart, his fingers grasping the fat of your thighs, and then his lips.
They're on the softness between your legs first of all, nipping and pulling the skin between his teeth as he moves upwards. And then you feel them, the strange, wet contact. There's a feeling, something you think must be his tongue, licking upwards, before it makes contact with your clit.
The pressure is a thunderbolt to the centre, a shock that sends you arching off the bed with a gasp. Your grasp on the sheets tightens for a moment until you feel the roughness of his hair instead; without thinking, you've moved both hands to claw and pet at the crown of his head, earning a muffled moan when you tug ever so lightly.
He calls your name, pulling back, his words heard through cotton wool ears. "You're sure you haven't done this before?"
"Fuck, yes, Eddie I'm sure," you pant in response, desperate for the sensation of his mouth on you again. He obliges your unspoken craving, licking upwards again before settling comfortably at your clit. His firm hands dig deeper into the flesh of your thighs until one of them doesn’t, and before you can think too hard about it, you feel it just beneath his mouth.
The new feeling of his rough fingers on your cunt sends your eyes rolling back; you can't help but squirm and it's driving him wild, the way you're listening to him, the way you can't help but move, the way you're tugging at him without realising.
The gnawing tightness in your core nosedives when he slips, warm breaths replacing his mouth and fingers. You whine like a petulant child, making a noise you didn't know you could.
"I'm gonna use my fingers," he tells you, the distance between him and your cunt not enough to save you from the maddening huffs of breath as he talks. "Have you ever had anything inside before?"
It's funny, how nervous he sounds despite the fact he's knelt the way he is between your knees. His mouth was just all over you, and yet he's still a boy, turned stuttering by sex talk.
"No," you pant, "no, never."
"Okay, it might hurt, alright? You just gotta tell me to stop and I will."
"Okay," you agree.
He settles back into position, his weight rested on his elbows and his face and hand inching closer. You feel it, the stiffness of a finger, but the feeling is unusual and a little uncomfortable.
"You gotta relax," he tells you. "You overthinkin' it?"
"No," you bite defensively.
"It's okay."
You huff and lie back, dropping your shoulders.
"Do you ever…"
Another sigh.
"Do you ever touch yourself?"
There's a momentary flush of embarrassment, a conditioned response to being asked about this kind of thing, but you're here, in this position, naked, so you may as well be honest.
"Yes."
"Okay, what do you think about? When you do?"
"I, uh…"
"It's okay," he says quickly, "don't tell me. Just- just think about it now, right? Somethin' that turns you on."
Something that turns you on? What's turning you on right now is the handsome guy between your legs. His pretty inked skin, the stretch across his shoulders and the ripples in his back. His wide, firm hands, those obnoxious rings, the way he keeps telling you you're a good girl.
It swims in your mind, the vision of him cooing sweet praises, the fizzling memory of those words in his voice.
"That's it, you got it," you hear him tut, as though he can see inside your mind, read your thoughts. It pulls apart the tension in your core and across your shoulders, and then it's back, that feeling, the warmth and the fire, and you sink deeper into the pool of euphoria.
With one finger already half-way inside, he adds a second, his eyes trained on your face in case it's too much. But it's not; of course it's not. He knows he's good, but he doesn't think he's made a girl this happy in his whole life.
You feel it soon enough: there's a fizzing current that licks up from your cunt and into your gut where it lights your nervous system on fire. It runs laps around your body, pinpricks in your fingertips and behind your ears. You grasp at the sheets again, pulling, pulling, pulling, reaching for whatever you can to keep your body from floating away, because it really feels like that's about to happen; either that or you're going to implode, pulling the room and everything else with you like a black hole, hungry for more.
You barely notice the pants, your whiny moans and the repeated prayers of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, before you're coming apart. He's still going, riding you through it, basking in the sound of his name as it crawls from your mouth. So far he's kept his composure, ignored the searing pain under his boxers, but he doesn't think he'll hold out much longer.
"That's it," he coos, slowing down, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. You're panting, your breath hot and skin even hotter, and you can barely hear him when he speaks. The words carry, though, somehow; his praises of you did so good, and you're driving me wild, and, worst of all with the way it slaps you silly when it comes, I need to be inside you.
You sit up at that, holding yourself up on wobbling elbows to look at him. He's still knelt between your knees, hands resting on them, looking back at you with eyes turned dark and glistening skin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it takes you a minute to understand that he's waiting for your answer.
"Right," you breathe. "Yeah, okay." You scramble to sit up and twist yourself so you're lying the right way but he laughs and it makes you go cold.
"Chill out, take a minute, yeah?"
His hand hasn't left you; it's on your ankle now, rubbing those same circles over the bone.
All you can say is, "That was insane."
He laughs again, a softer noise this time, and says, "It was, huh?"
"Yeah." You flop back, head in the pillows and eyes on the ceiling above you, your own fingers tracing up and down your stomach.
He watches you from the floor. You're all flushed, glowing something rosy and sprinkled with dewy sweat. And then he watches your fingers, their absentminded journey up from your belly to the dip between your boobs, and back down. You repeat it over and over, and though it's an innocent, repetitive stroke, it's not helping the pressure between his legs.
"I'm gonna take these off," he tells you, giving your ankle a comforting squeeze and tugging his waistband with his free hand. "That okay?"
It dawns on you, as you look at him, that not only are you lying naked in front of a stranger, but that you are about to see that stranger's dick. A stranger who responded to your stupid ad in the paper, who's agreed to this for some stupid reason, and who is stupid handsome and stupid nice.
"Uh, yeah, okay."
He says your name again and it sounds so pretty when he does, and then he says, "We can stop if you want, you know. You don't have to do anythin' you don't want to."
"No, I want to," you say. "I just… This is a lot."
"Yeah," he says with a smile, that one that drips with charm and tugs at your gut. "But you're all good. Done so well so far."
Your body keens at the praise, your back lifting off the bed and it's then that you notice the feeling of want biting ugly marks into the pit of your stomach. You look at him, and he looks back at you, and all you can feel is a gnawing emptiness, a need to be full.
"Let's do this," you declare, sitting back up on your elbows and watching him with needy eyes. He sees it, the darkness that has settled in your irises, the itchy fidgeting of your hands on your sheets.
"Yes, ma'am."
Slowly, he stands and tugs his underwear down his legs and onto the floor. It all feels very real, now that he's stood before you like this.
He laughs at your wide eyes, trained on the straining erection he just let loose. You've never seen a dick in person before, and to be truthful you're not sure you've ever really seen one in a photograph or a video – the adult section at the rental store isn't exactly somewhere you often find yourself – so you have nothing to compare this to, but objectively it looks quite big.
"Will it fit?" you say before you can stop yourself. It comes out a squeak and makes him laugh yet again.
"Yes," he tells you, "it'll fit. But thanks for the ego boost."
He's on his knees on the bed beside you now, moving towards you until he can use his hands to move your legs apart. He settles himself between them and sits back on his heels, leaving one hand on your left leg and using the other to take one of yours. He intertwines your fingers, squeezes, and pulls you to sit up.
"Here," he says, bringing your hand to sit flat on his ribs. He's controlling his voice as best he can, hoping it doesn't sound as desperate as he feels right now. He can't help but stare at you, at how you're looking at him.
"I'm gonna show you how to touch me, okay?"
"Yeah," you breathe. His hand moves yours down until it reaches patchy hair and then he curls your hand around his dick, his own hand still holding yours.
It's a new feeling, sure, but you're mostly enjoying the short hisses of breath he's letting out. When you move upwards without his help he almost moans, and you decide you'd like to do whatever it takes to make him do it again, and louder.
"Shit, okay, wait. Here-" He brings your hand away and lays it flat, palm up. "Spit."
You look up at him and find his wide brown eyes looking down at you, waiting.
So you spit into your palm, and he brings it back to himself, and moving is easier now.
"Fuck, okay… Yeah, just like that, that's it, shit-"
He drops his hand from yours and leaves you to find your own way, so you copy his pattern of up and down, slowly, twisting your hand as you go.
"Here, move your thumb over the- Fuck-"
You do as he says, perhaps too eager to please, and watch in awe as the muscles in his abdomen tense and he leans forward, resting his weight on one hand planted right beside your hip.
"Okay, okay, that's enough," he says, taking your wrist and pulling you away, ignoring the way you whine.
When he says, "We can worry about me another time," you try to ignore the brief fluttering it elicits deep within your chest somewhere. Dwelling on things said in the heat of this moment isn't fair, you decide; he surely doesn't mean it.
With warm, now familiar hands, he helps you lay back down.
"You got condoms?"
"Oh." You don't, and the truth you're about to tell him is mortifying. "No. They all expired a few months ago."
"That's fine," is all he says, and the fluttery feeling returns when he doesn't ask any follow up questions. No judgement, as promised. "Just wait here."
His hand leaves you at the last possible moment. As he moves off the bed it runs smooth down your leg and over your foot, like he's scared that if he lets go you'll disappear. You watch him hop awkwardly across the room and into your living room, the sight a refreshing injection of humour, helping you relax into the mattress again. He comes back with his jacket in one hand, which he drops on the floor after rummaging in the inside pocket and pulling out a red foil square.
He pulls it open with fingers that you realise are shaking slightly, and you wonder if he's really nervous, and if so, if he's as nervous as you are.
It takes a few seconds but soon enough he's rolled it on, breath stuttering and dry, and then he climbs back to you and his hands return to your body almost as quickly as they left.
He's hovering over you now, his long hair tickling the sides of your face and the tops of your shoulders, all the places the sun hits on hot days. You're too caught up in watching his every move, too keen to really realise what you're saying before you ask: "Will you kiss me again?"
He smiles and dips down wordlessly, letting his lips slip against yours. It brings back the fluttering and the fizzy feeling, the craving for him. As your tongues move as one, you feel his hand by your thigh, and when he pulls back he says, "You ready?"
You nod, and then, remembering what he said earlier, cement it in words: "I'm ready."
"Alright, I'm gonna go slow, okay? It's gonna stretch more than earlier, but you just keep me clued in, yeah?"
"Yeah."
There's a new sensation at your core, of wetness and something rigid. He's moving against your folds, finding no purchase in the remnants of earlier on, but then he nudges your clit and you jolt upwards and that's when he finds what he was searching for.
He nudges in quickly at first, enough to make you whine a pained sound. He matches it with a low grumble, a vibration right by your ear.
"You okay?" he's quick to ask, head rising to look at you.
"Yeah, yeah, just- slow, please."
"I've got you."
He doesn't move for a beat, eyes trained on the scrunch of your nose. He kisses it and feels you relax, so he keeps kissing, quick flashes over your forehead, your temple, your cheek. Each one brings new relief and as your back hits the bed again, he eases himself in a little more.
The stretch is definitely different; more. There's a burn, but it doesn't completely hide the wave of pleasure you get in the fullness.
"Gonna go a bit more," he tells you, and he does just that, going half an inch further, still watching for any sign of discomfort.
When you bring your knees up by his hips, he knows you're past the worst of it. He chants praise, telling you that you're doing so well, taking me so well as he keeps going, all the way until he's seated inside you, up to the hilt. You breathe in a gasp, filling your lungs, realising you'd been holding your breath for too long. And as you open your eyes, you find him staring down at you with concern and something else.
"You good?" he whispers with his face so close you feel the words as they settle on your cheek.
"Yeah."
"Good girl."
He punctuates this with a kiss, and then another, over the hill of your jaw and onto your throat. Your hands claw up his back, pulling him in until you're sure that if he were any closer, you'd fuse into one.
"Okay," he finally says, lips against the peak of your shoulder. "I'm gonna move. I'll go slow at first."
"Okay."
The feeling of him pulling out is new and nice, but it's nothing compared to the opposite. The combination of the two, the repetitive motion he picks up, is something you want to chase forever.
As he moves, he quickens, trying his best to keep his eyes open and attentive; it's difficult, though, when you feel this good.
"Christ, you're so fuckin' tight, shit-"
"Eddie, this feels amazing, uh-"
Your stomach twists into a coil again, quicker this time, and tightens as he picks up the pace. Above you he's all guttural moans and pretty groans, his lips grazing your cheek each time he moves, and soon his thrusts become too much. You're panting his name and he's panting yours, and along with the sound of skin on skin, that's all you can hear until he speaks gravel-churned words into your ear.
"Shit, 'm so close, fuck- Gotta get you there, baby, huh? C'mon, need you to come for me."
His words are joined by sloppy fingers between your bodies. They fumble in the dark, prodding your belly before finding slippery purchase on your clit. Sparks light up your body and all you can do in response is let it arch into him with a yelp of his name.
"You close?" he asks.
"Yes, yeah, shit, yes," you splutter back. It's like a chase, and you're catching up, quickly, quickly, quickly.
All of a sudden there's a white-hot flash that burns every inch of your insides. You tense, your body yawning open for him, wide and wanting; he doesn't relent, thrusts harder than ever, chases you in return as he feels you tighten around him. You release, the coil snapping, and he brings the pace down to see you through to the end.
There's cotton wool in your ears again but you make out his praises: "That's it, that's it, atta girl… C'mon, I've got you, you did so well."
When your breathing turns regular and your eyes ease open, you feel a warm knuckle on your cheek. He's still going slow, rutting in and out of you with ease now, and when you finally look at him he asks, "Gonna keep goin', that okay?"
You nod, throat closed for the time being so you make it as certain a nod as you can muster. His thrusts become quicker again, and the more he speeds up the sloppier he becomes. You feel sensitive, too warm but also too desperate to see, hear, feel him come undone inside you. It's not long until your wish is granted; soon his groans turn to whimpers and whines, and he calls your name as he shudders to a violent halt. It's intoxicating, experiencing this from underneath him; if this is what everyone's been talking about all these years, you understand why.
The room sways and whistles as he rests his weight on you. His breath, right beside your ear, is like a hot, damp rag, pulling at your sticky skin and the thrum of rushing blood. You hear him groan and then the uncomfortable feeling of him pulling out. The bed bounces gently as he huffs and flops down beside you, and, god, you wish so badly that you could keep those flutters under control because his clammy hand finds yours between your bodies and it's nice to feel the affection he's so devoted to giving you.
Sighing, he says, "Shit."
You laugh, scrunching your face.
"Yeah," you agree, "shit."
He squeezes your hand.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. Really liked it."
"Okay for your first time?"
"Yeah." You turn onto your side to face him, looking up at his face. There are a few curls stuck to his pretty pink face, and you admire the bob of his throat as he swallows and the squeeze of his hand in yours.
"You're really pretty," you tell him. You're not sure if this is the post-O haze the magazines talk about, or if it's some kind of clarity, or if it's just that you have this boy in the palm of your hand and you suddenly can't bear the thought of letting him go. Instead you want to plant anchors, heavy lines that will keep him right where he is.
He turns his head to look at you and you see him flush even more.
"So are you," he whispers, with another squeeze and a kiss to your forehead.
There are a few minutes of quiet after that. The light outside is gone for good, so he's glowing a low golden in the light of your bedside lamp. He kisses you again with a fondness that surely shouldn't come with this exchange, which you had rationalised as just that: a transaction, a mutual agreement to get something done.
You see him open his mouth, as if to speak, but close it again, so you reach a tentative hand up and brush some hair from his eyes and trace your knuckle down his temple, urging him.
"My friends," he begins, hesitant, "they're having a party, next weekend. Steve, he only lives round the corner, we passed his house on the way here... You wouldn't wanna come, would you?"
"With you?" you whisper into the fizzy darkness.
"Yeah." He smiles, eyes fluttering shut under your sweeping fingers. "With me."
"Is it a date?"
"It can be, if you want. Or we can just, y'know, go as friends, or whatever."
"No one's ever asked me on a date before."
He smiles, and it's soft and curled with an affectionate pity; one that says I'm sorry, that's not fair, it's nothing to do with you.
"Well, wanna come?"
"I'd love to."
He pulls your hand up and brings it to his mouth, where he kisses your knuckles. Goosebumps raise across your thighs and arms, and you realise you're cold.
He seems to sense your discomfort because you feel him shift beside you. He pulls you up with him and helps you climb off the bed on wobbly legs.
"I should pee," you tell him, heeding the warnings of girlfriends past.
"You should," he says, a little deflated.
You don't move, though. To move would be to acknowledge the end – the end of the transaction, of the favour. It's not something you want.
"I, uh," you begin, stumbling, "Don't- Do you want-"
"I can go now, if you want-"
"No, no, it's okay, I mean, you can go if you want, that's fine, I just-"
Your eyes are darting all over the carpet, skimming discarded clothes, so you don't notice him reach up until he's touching your face, holding it in his palm.
"I'll stay, if you want me to."
"Yes, please."
He smiles at you, sticky with fondness and you can't help but smile back.
"I'm gonna shower," you tell him, leaning further into his grasp.
"I'll be here."
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"Munson! You made it!"
In the middle of the busy room, there's a tall guy, broad and burly, like all the jocks you went to high school with. He's startlingly pretty, with golden hair and honeyed skin, a wide, bright smile plastered across his face.
He steps on unsure feet over to Eddie, who is stood partially in front of you; you're cowering behind him, willing the courage to lift you and push you into the arms of strangers. For now, holding his hand will do just fine.
"Hey, Harrington," Eddie greets, meeting him in one of those boyish embraces. You look around, taking in the faces; it's not the level of the high-school parties you used to go to, and definitely not the circus of the frat ones you've sometimes found yourself at, but it's busy enough. Where the guy – Harrington – came from, in the living room, there's a circle of people who are all smiling in your direction.
"Who's this?" The guy is looking at you over Eddie's shoulder.
Eddie tells Steve your name, and then turns to you. "This is Steve."
"Hi," you say to him, smiling, trying your best to hide the cruel nerves.
"Nice t'meet you!" he beams back. It's infectious; your smile turns firm and genuine in return. "Here, come meet the gang."
"C'mon," Eddie whispers to you with a kiss to the crown of your head. He pulls you through the entryway, into the large living room, following Steve. He drops your hand to give and return hugs, saying hello to each person. You stand and watch, unsure of what to do, until one of the girls – the first one Eddie greeted – appears by your side.
"Hey," she says, perhaps a little too close.
"Hi."
"I'm Robin." She sticks her hand out and you shake it clumsily.
Eddie's back, with his hand in yours again, on your other side. He calls her Rob and tells her your name, and then does the same for each person – Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, Max, Lucas, Dustin, El – too many for you to remember tonight, but you have a feeling you'll see them again.
"Hi, guys," you return with a wave.
Everything settles after that. You take a seat next to Eddie on the couch, legs up and over his own, making conversation with Robin who you like a lot. Nancy comes over and introduces herself again and you find you like her, too.
And then Steve appears, having disappeared twenty minutes before. He's a little drunker, and he hands you and Eddie a can each. You take it gratefully and open it, taking a swig.
"So," he begins, sitting on the opposite side of the circle to yourself and Eddie. "You from Hawkins?"
"No," you tell him, and repeat the story you told Eddie.
"Sweet! So how'd you meet?"
You turn your head to look at Eddie and find him having done the same thing. His eyes are wide, just as wide as you're sure yours are.
"Uh," you begin, drawing out the sound to buy yourself time.
"I did her a favour," he says, to your surprise, turning back to look at Steve with a sickly smile. "Just somethin' she'd put in the paper."
"That's so cute," Nancy says from behind you, her words chased by Robin adding a sarcastic, "Adorable."
The conversation moves on after that, and you turn around to Eddie again. He's looking back at you, his face pink and a smile tugging at his mouth. Before you can stop yourselves you're laughing, bursting into happy noises, bent double giggling.
He gives you another kiss, on the cheek this time, and quickly you settle back into conversations. The night is long and for the first time in a long time, it isn't lonely.
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Hello! This is SO long - it really did take on a life of its own. I considered splitting it but couldn't find somewhere to do it, so I hope you enjoy this absolute beast nonetheless. I love you!
synopsis; in which your teasing becomes too much and eddie finally gives you the fuck you needed —and what you had been wanting all along; his cum filling you to the brim—.
cw; 18+ content! minors dni!!, teasing, daddy kink, use of pet names like pretty girl, baby, princess…, corruption kink, innocence kink, degradation, fingering (r receiving), spanking (thighs and cunt), orgasm denial, degradation, use of names like slut and whore, praising, filthy oral sex (m receiving), dirty talking, throat fucking, breeding kink, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, multiple orgasms, horny feral dirty sex, nipple play, hickeys…
REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3
REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!
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“Come on, gorgeous. Stop playing with me.” he sighed, completely out of it. The only thing he could focus was just how beautiful you looked in that night pink lace nightgown, lace thigh tights and lace panties? Fucking paradise.
“I’m not playing daddy.” you smiled. And if he knew better, he would have believed you. But Eddie Munson had corrupted you long ago, he wouldn’t fall for that false innocence that you once truly portrayed anymore. He hissed when your little clothed feet pressed a little bit too hard against his growing dick underneath his pants. You had been teasing him for half an hour now, as you both watched a film. You had playfully started to climb his chest with your feet just to slip them down and go at it again, exposing your little clothed cunt and plushy thighs to his hungry eyes.
Oh, but you were. And he knew that. You always started teasing him the most when that pussy of yours would clench and grow wet in slick in hopes of getting filled and split open with the big and fat cock of your daddy. You loooved to tease him, actually. Always trying to push his buttons ‘till he couldn’t take it anymore and snap at you.
You sought out for those angry reactions that only made you want him more, for his harsh treatment and words, and lastly, for the rough hate fucking that came with it. You wanted him to split you in half, to choke you and spit in your mouth as he relentlessly fucked into you, edging you to the point of tears just to give you a goddamn lesson after having spanked your plushy ass.
The best reward after taking him so good would be feeling him spill in you, all that white cum breeding you to sleep. He’d also leave his cock inside to keep it warm for the next morning, when he would once again abuse your sore cunt. You loved it, had you drooling and a babbling mess just for him.
“Stop.” he said in a harsh tone, each of his hands taking one of your ankles to push them against the sofa so you would stop with your fucking games, still leaving those pretty thighs of yours parted for him to watch.
You only giggled a little bit when you noticed the bulge in between his own, your eyes going back to the movie that you were supposed to watch but weren’t paring attention to. Why pay attention to something so boring when you could have so much fun playing with your daddy?
He had got your legs, fine. But you still had your hands…, and your mouth.
Your fingers pressed against the corner of your mouth, running trough your bottom lip as you parted it in an ‘innocent’ fidgeting, eyes glued to the screen in supposed concentration. You acted as if you couldn’t feel the burning gaze of the curly haired on you, or the tightening of his fingers around your ankles when you popped one of your finger inside your mouth, lolling your tongue around it as you would with one of the sweets Eddie always bought for you, sucking on it from time to time. The wet sounds of your drool somehow sounding louder than the screams that came from the tv.
You could hear his breathing get heavier as your other hand snaked down your body, outlining the curve of your tits on your way down in between your thighs. Your hand just stood there, cupping your cunt before you’d tickle yourself with soft breathy strokes up and down your slit. It was enough to make you yearn for more, but not to subside that aching inside of you.
“What are you doing?” you had to fight the smile that wanted to curve your busy lips when your boyfriend’s voice —low with desire and anger— reached your ears.
You didn’t even look at him, continuing with your teasing as you ‘concentrated’ on the film. “Nothing daddy.” you answered, fully knowing that lying wasn’t really gonna help you for him to be gentler. Not as if you wanted it anyways.
He grunted, hands kneading the flesh of your calfs, nails digging on the lace of your tights and making you slightly squirm. “Stop lying.” that made you look straight into his eyes, and your pussy fluttered when you saw just how blown his pupils were, the brown of his eyes almost pitch black as he stared at you. Almost there…
“But I’m not lying daddy…” you pouted, hips rocking against your hand when you pushed harder against your clit, a little whine leaving your lips at the lightning of pleasure that hit your body. “I’m not doing anything…”
The next thing you felt was a big pull of your legs — body scooting closed to your boyfriend’s— and the harsh spank that his hand left on one of your thighs. “Oh, yeah? Then what is this?” your mouth fell open when his own fingers pressed against the wet spot on your panties, making you gasp for air when he had bumped against your clit. You let out a little whimper when he pushed away your hand, copying the little strokes you had been teasing him with before harshly pushing his hand down your panties. He grunted when your slick coated his fingers. You were dripping. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” you let out a little cry when he pulled them down your thighs, stripes of lick connecting your wet cunt with the lace. “Aw, that’s embarrassing.”
“Daddy…” you received a spank on the side of your thighs as two of his fingers slammed inside your pussy, harsh thrusts touching the spot in your gummy walls that made you see little stars dancing in the dark of your closed eyes. Your back arched and lips parted, a sinful amount of high pitched moans filling the room as he finger-fucked you. Your thighs closed when his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, the sudden pleasure making you curl on yourself.
“Did I told you you could play with this little pussy of mine, hmm?” Another slap, this time to your cunt, was given once he had pushed them part one again. The pain had you whimpering and bucking your hips towards him for more, what made him chuckle. “Filthy little fucking whore.” you cried out at his degradation, even more when he went back to fuck you with his fingers. He was shifting in the sofa, pushing himself in between your thighs and on top of you. Your fingers gripped on his Black Sabbath tee, pulling from it so he could lean down and kiss you, but he wasn’t having it. “Nuh-uh, only good girls deserve a kiss.” tears swell your eyes at his words, his face making a fake pout when he saw them stream down your cheeks, not really caring about your pleading. Your head fell backwards when his fingers curved inside of you, fingertips pressing against your g spot and making you jolt under him. “ You liked that? Did that feel good?” you were nodding, walls clenching around his fingers as he worked you towards your imminent orgasm. His free hand around your neck made you a little bit more silent, taking your breath away, but it only made that burning coil on your lower stomach expand. There was nothing you loved more than having your boyfriend’s hand on your neck. Well maybe his dick. You definitely liked his dick more…
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you muttered in between thrusts, feeling yourself get higher and higher and…
And then, you were falling.
“No, please daddy, please I was so close… Please, please, please…”
“Too bad.” You were crying at the emptiness that his fingers had left inside of you, your hips bucking towards his hand, as if you could fuck them back in. “You thought you could go ahead and be a little slut, tease me for almost an hour and then go and get to cum?” he whispered against your ear, his fingers digging in the flesh of your neck, which was damped with your tears. “You don’t deserve to feel this good.” you were nodding, too desperate for a release to even fully register the anger in his voice. He was pissed. Really pissed. “So I’m gonna use you.” your ears took in the sound of his belt being unbuckled and the ruffling of his clothes being pushed down his thighs.
You moaned in pain when his hand moved upwards towards your hair, pulling from it hard enough to have you stumbling and falling down the sofa and in between his now parted legs, his leaking cock twitching and fully hard against his happy trail. The sight made your mouth water. You loved Eddie’s dick, wether it was inside your or deep down your throat. It was so big… And it always was so fucking hard to take…
But you loved it. Lived for him to make a mess of your insides every time he fucked your brains out.
“Open up.” you followed his instruction, rosy lips parting and tongue sticking out, what made him groan, fingers with which he had just fucked your cunt pushing inside your throat. You gagged a little bit, but still took them, your tongue swirling around them, cleaning them up as you sucked, cheeks shallowing. He relished on the way your beautiful and wet eyes looked at him, so needy and thankful to have something in your mouth… But you found yourself whimpering when he pulled from them, a string of spit connecting his fingers with your mouth, which opened in need to seek them back around you tongue, but the harsh grip on your hair stopped you. “Such a greedy whore…”
“Please daddy, let me suck your cock, please…” you pleaded, making him click his tongue when you took him in one of your hands, your cheek pressed against it as your glossy doe eyes stared up at him from between his thighs.
He groaned.
“Fucking slut, look at you, down on your knees and begging to let you choke on my cock…” he scoffed, his fist gripping your hair and pushing down on it, making you gag. “That’s it, fuuuck, you have such a good fucking mouth baby, always so wet and warm for me…” you whimpered, your nails digging on his thighs, making her moan. “Atta girl…” he praised as you deep throated him, letting him fuck your throat. tears were brimming your eyes, and your jaw was staring to hurt, but your cunt was also so wet… You loved it when he used you like this. And you loved his cock, suck it, jerk it, even fuck it.
You were grinding down on your heels desperately, trying to get some friction, to relieve the aching of your little throbbing clit.
Spit was pooling at his base and dripping down to his balls. eddie loved it messy. And you were always so fucking messy while sucking him off… You always ate him as if you were starved for it.
He let out a loud yet deep moan when you let his cock go with a pop to suck on his balls, your hand wrapping around his cock to fuck him with your fist.
“Fuck baby, just like that…” he sighed, feeling his balls tighten. due to your teasing he had been trying to fight a boner for hours… He was fucking pent up. And you looked so fucking hot with your gloss all smeared and chin dripping on his pre cum and spit… “Shit baby, need your mouth on me…” he said, and you were quick to take him down your throat, relaxing when you felt his hand start to guide you once again, each time harder and deeper, faster… “ ‘M gonna cum baby.” he groaned, fucking your throat, groaning when you pushed away and instead jerked him with your hand.
“Want it inside daddy, please, please fuck your cum into me…” you whined, and his dick twitched on your hand.
“Fuuuck…” he sighed, trying really hard not to bust his loud right there and then. there were some days in which you’d beg him to not pull out as you fucked, to fuck you full of his cum. Those days you always had the best sex, ‘cause you were always fucking dripping, and so hot Eddie swore he would melt. You were extra sensitive, and so needy it made you blush at the memory of it the morning after. He could still hear your cries for more from the last time, as he fucked you from the back, fingertips bruising your hips and pussy leaking with already two of his loads. “Come up here princess, come sit on your Daddy’s cock.”
You were fast. Fast to get rid of your goddamn drenched panties and skirt to straddle his lap. Your pussy was completely soaked, almost drooling on his tip. You were fucking horny, and you needed him now.
You whimpered as you sank down on it, hearing Eddie groan, his hands clasping your hips.
“Ah, eddie, fuck…” you sounded so fucking desperate it was pathetic. But you felt in fucking heat.
“Shit. Pussy always ready for me, hm? Ready for my fucking cum.” he grunted, his head leaking, he was gonna cum so hard…
“Yes, yes Eddie please, fuck!” you whined, feeling him completely sink into you, caressing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It didn’t take long until you felt him twitch, right before he came deep into your cunt. You whimpered, and he grunted as you rolled your hips to feel him more, deeper… Your back arched at the feeling of hot spurts of cum painting your walls, and Eddie was sucking new bruises on your neck, marking you up to make everybody know you were his.
“Feeling better sweet girl? This what you wanted, for me to fuck you full, hm?” his voice was deep, and hoarse, but before you could answer his hips were snapping upwards, and his cock was hitting your g spot, the squelch of his cum inside your wet pussy making you blush. “Listen to her, she’s begging for more, isn’t she? You still want more, baby?” you moaned, nodding, your nails digging on his shoulders. “Of course you do…“ he teased you, and the breath got punched out of your lungs when he dragged you down onto his cock.
“Eddie!” you cried out, his lips latching to your neck, one of his arms surrounded your waist and with his now free arm he pushed up the clothing on your chest to suck on your tits, making you let out a pornographic moan that had his dick leaking. “I’m gonna cum!” tears were rolling down your cheeks as his pace quickened. He was fucking you brainless. You were letting out little sounds and cut out moans with every harsh thrust, and you were getting so tight…
“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock?“ he inquired, and you nodded, the knot on your stomach about to snap.
“Need your cum…” you whimpered, desperately riding his dick as his hips snapped up into your dripping core.
“Need my cum baby? Need me to breed you? Fuck a baby into this little cunt of yours?” you moaned, choking on air.
“Yes, fuck, Eddie, please…”
He groaned, fucking you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling up the trailer. You were sure his neighbors could hear you. He was babbling something about fucking you full as soon as you would cum, and that’s what you needed to fall apart in between his arms, your pussy gushing all over his cock as your moans became more and more loud. Your walls pulsated and tightened around him, and as he had promised, he filled you up to the brim with his second load. You two fucked each other through it, moaning and grunting, panting. Your thighs were shaking, and Eddie’s fringe was sticking to his forehead.
His tongue pushed into your mouth for a lazy wet kiss, and you sat on his cock for what it seemed hours on end, keeping him cum all warm and inside.
Let’s say that Eddie fucked you one more time that night before going to sleep that night… Or maybe four.
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a/n; been so long since i started writing this and never ended it… hope y’all like it <3
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: some more older!neighbor!robin headcanons/thoughts.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1500
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , finger sucking, fingering, oral, strap ons, orgasm denial, overstimulation, thigh riding, semi-public sex, not proofread (let me know if i missed anything!)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: since some of you wanted a part 2...here we are! (part 1)
inspired by/for @lightvixxen because this concept is what gets me through my days <3
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neighbor!robin definitely loves to watch you suck her fingers clean after she's fucked you.
she loves the way your tongue slides up and down her digits, cleaning her up.
"such a greedy little thing, taking my fingers like that"
and sometimes she will purposely push them down deeper, watching the way your face changes at that.
robin loves spoiling you;
she always leaves little things in your room while you're out so you end up finding them when you least expect them.
you're just cleaning up the mess under your bed when suddenly you find a little bag with the sweetest set of lacy lingerie.
but you know exactly what to do with it; putting it on underneath your clothes the next time robin comes around.
so that when she chooses to undress you, she will find the little gift she's given you.
"i see, someone found the little present? fuck i knew it would look good on baby"
and of course, she has to fuck you in your new underwear.
minutes after the reveal, you're already spread out on her bed, your legs wrapped around her hips while she's thrusting into you with her strap.
"that's right baby, taking me so well...you look so pretty like that"
she simply loves to fuck you while she can watch you.
like that, she can keep an eye on every little reaction you might have, all while she has her strap buried in your throbbing cunt.
you love to watch robin work in the garden but you love it even more when you run up to her and ask if she needs any help.
you know damn well that you're not helping at all (you don't even know that much about gardening) but watching her doing all the hard work...oh lord-
it's even better when she leans her body against your, her front against your back, puts her hands on top of yours and guides you.
"see? that's how it's supposed to be done. yeah just like that...good girl"
her words, richly layered with double meanings are enough to drive you crazy.
but guess what? that's not all robin has to offer.
because the further she leans against you, the more aware you become of the bulge hidden beneath her wide shorts, that's now pressing firmly against your clothed center.
and she knows by the way your breath hitches and your lashes flutter that you've felt it.
"if you keep doing such a good job i might reward you later, how does that sound?"
you don't even bother to hold in the sinful whimper that follows
she just loves to take you with it; hitting your g-spot so well, while you're turning into a babbling, drooling mess for her, moaning out curses and her name mindlessly.
she just knows how to push your buttons a little too well.
obviously, she uses that fact to her own advantage...
...whispering dirty things in your ear at those little neighborhood gatherings, touching your thighs at inconvenient times, walking past your while you're out with friends, her hand brushing past yours.
you love sleeping over at hers, feeling her hand moving down your body in the middle of the night or early in the morning.
that feeling is enough for you to spread your legs beneath the blankets, mumbling tired curses when her fingers reach your clit.
all while her other hand is covering your mouth.
"the window is open, you know that don't you? want the whole street to hear how good i can make you feel?"
all she really wants is to hear your desperate whimpers. attempts of keeping it quiet but failing miserably.
she loves it when you ride her thigh; showing her just how desperate you are by the way your bare center glides over her skin, coating her in your arousal.
sometimes she yanks you back by the hair because you're just sobbing against her shoulder and she can't see that pretty face of yours.
"look at me when you ride me like that pretty girl. keep your eyes on me, yeah?"
i just know neighbor!robin loves to edge you.
"you cum when i tell you to, understood?"
but, god, it's so hard when she has three fingers pounding into you all while she's talking to you like that.
she doesn't stop until you're practically begging to cum and when you do, she will definitely use that as an excuse to fuck you through multiple orgasms in a row.
"oh but you wanted this, didn't you? now you're gonna fucking take it"
she knows how much you love it when she gets like this.
"you're loving this so much. i can see the way you're dripping all over me. enjoying every second of me fucking you like this. such a dirty slut"
she definitely enjoys fucking you when your house is all empty, making memories in the most inconvenient of all places.
bending you over the dining table and pressing your head down whilst she's thrusting into you.
"can you hear that doll? am i making you feel this good? fuck you've made such a mess..."
sometimes she can't even believe it when she looks down to find your thighs covered in your own wetness.
going down on you in the shower, with one bare leg thrown over her shoulder for better access.
your hands in her hair, just for something to hold onto while she's fucking you into oblivion.
against your own front door, just minutes after your parents have left.
"i promised i would keep an eye on their daughter while they're gone. should probably get started right now don't you think?"
the two of you could literally fuck for hours and you most definitely will at every chance you can get.
and it is not often that you have the whole house to yourselves for the weekend, but when you do it's heaven on earth.
"i want to hear you, baby. talk to me. am i making you feel good...? yeah...?"
she loves it when you can be as loud as you please without anyone hearing.
but there are other ways to achieve that...
sometimes she drives out into the woods with you, only to fuck you in the back of her car and hear your moans for her.
"don't you cover that pretty mouth of yours. no one can hear us out here"
the two of you spend hours out there, you cumming over and over on the backseat of her car while you’re bouncing on her strap.
“kiss me, come on! wanna feel your pretty lips on mine while i make you cum”
robin knows exactly that you can’t. not when you’re completely fucked out like that.
although you try to do it anyway.
the kiss is all tongue and teeth, with your open mouth pressing against hers over and over again.
“poor thing…can’t even kiss me anymore that’s how good you feel. pathetic”
the obscene noises of your squelching pussy and skin meeting skin fills her entire car.
robin loves to take your panties away after she has made you cum.
she loves to see the way you squirm and change your posture to find a way to hide your situation.
how desperately you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re bare under that little skit.
other times, robin sits you down on her lap while you’re watching a movie together.
it starts out as an innocent gesture; she just wants to feel you closer to her.
not long, whatsoever, until you’re rubbing yourself against the length of her leg.
she will pretend not to notice, waiting to see how far you’re willing to go.
and you go far.
just a couple of minutes pass and you have one hand behind you on her stomach to hold you upright, you’re eyes have fallen shut and she’s bouncing her leg against your crotch.
another time, robin walks in on you riding one of her pillows.
she left you for less than 10 minutes to take a shower but apparently that was enough already.
you immediately shove the pillow away from you. you try to hide what you’ve been doing but it’s too late, she’s caught you already.
she’s got a towel wrapped around her lower abdomen, allowing you to see most parts of her body. her hair is still wet and she’s looking at you with a raised brow.
“i-it’s not what it looks like i was just- i was-“
before you can finish your sentence she steps in your space and grabs your chin.
“is that what we’re doing now? humping my pillows while i’m gone?”
humiliation is running through your veins by the way she’s glaring at you, your hips rolling over the pillow on their own accord.
she still has a hold of your chin when your eyes meet again.
“good girl. keep doing that. i wanna see how much of a mess you can make”
you might be robin’s pillow princess for the majority of the time but when you have the chance to give her pleasure it’s everything.
her soft moans and the way she holds onto your hair causes you to rub your thighs together in anticipation
“oh you’re doing such a good job y/n. yeah- yeah right there- fuck good girl”
you always know that she’s the one who is in charge tho.
the way she’s guiding you and grinds down on your tongue leaves not the shadow of a doubt.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: living next to robin buckley...heaven on earth
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1673
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , fingering, oral, strap on, pet names, praise kink, very brief mention of mommy kink, no beta read (let me know if i missed anything <3)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is heavily inspired by @lightvixxen ‘s concept! definitely check out their page for more neighbor!robin x reader content! <3 the ending is a bit rushed so if you need more content there is a part 2 :)
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you thought you had it all figured out: great job, nice house…a good life.
that is until your new neighbor moves in next door: robin buckley.
the first time you ever see her is when she’s carrying heavy boxes into her new house.
she’s wearing a muscle shirt and loose pants.
you can see the muscles on her arm flexing as she’s picking up multiple heavy-looking boxes at once.
she lets out somewhat of a grunt as she lifts them up.
that catches your attention. you can’t help but watch from your lawn, biting your lip as your eyes wander over her athletic figure.
you didn’t even think it was possible to feel this kind of attraction towards women. you aren’t supposed to feel this way. not for women and especially not for your new, older neighbor.
of course it doesn’t take long until robin notices you too.
you sure are an eye-catcher; wearing short dresses as you’re reading books in your garden, spreading your legs wider when you feel robin’s gaze upon you.
it does take some time for you to fully understand what you’re doing or why you’re doing it…
....why you like the way she eyes your body, why you like to have her attention on you.
but there’s definitely something between the two of you…a cat and mouse game if you will.
your clothes get shorter, the looks linger for longer, robin spends more and more time in her garden to do god knows what.
all you know is that she looks good doing it.
doing work in her garden, mowing her lawn in nothing but a pair of shorts in a sports bra, her skin glistening sweaty under the hot sun.
in return for all the hard work she’s doing all day, you leave the curtains open when you change at night.
allowing her to see you getting undressed.
and you don’t stop there.
because that night is also the first night you and robin take it further than just longing stares across the fence…
your eyes never leave hers as you drop onto the bed and spread your legs for her, arching your back at the very first contact your fingers make with your throbbing entrance.
and that night is just the beginning.
because when you get back from grocery shopping the next day, robin is already waiting for you.
"that looks heavy. let me help you"
just like that, she's inside of your house, carrying your groceries for you.
you don't even have enough time to put them in their place, before robin has you pressed up against your kitchen counter...
kicking your legs apart as she's kissing your neck harshly
"you love teasing me don't you? think you can just fuck yourself with your curtains open? and you enjoyed every second of it too didn`t you? such a dirty girl...such a fucking slut"
you don't understand how her words could have such an impact on you.
but your legs shake and you feel yourself clenching around nothing
and, oh her raspy voice is making this so much worse
"you want me this bad, don't you? so desperate for me..." and she fucking chuckles right at your face.
and before you can help it, her touch is gone and she's stepping out of your space.
"maybe another time pretty girl"
and with that she's gone, leaving you dripping wet and needy for her.
after that first little incident, there is nothing holding you back anymore.
you would walk through your room topless, knowing robin is watching you from her window. you would go out without panties underneath, bending over for robin to see while she's outside. moaning her name through the night, knowing damn well your window is open only for her to hear.
one night you're being particularly loud when you see a shadow outside your window.
you immediately stop when you notice robin's presence.
you are all naked, spread out on your bed with your neighbor towering over you.
"w-what are you- you can't be here" you stutter.
"oh, but you were calling for me weren't you...?"
but all robin is really here for is to finally break that damn circle of constant teasing.
she would never admit it but she wants you just as bad
"now don't stop just because I'm here...you wanted this, didn't you?"
she sits down on the edge of your bed, the mattress bouncing under the extra weight of hers.
and when you can't help but nod, a desperate whine coming from your lips, she gestures for you to continue.
oh but it doesn't end when your first orgasm rushes through you.
"i don't remember telling you to stop"
and just like that, robin coaxes some of the best orgasms out of you, without even touching you herself.
but when she finally, finally touches you...it's literal heaven on earth.
it happens at one of your parents' annual bbq gatherings. they tend to invite the whole neighborhood and so -obviously- robin is gonna be there.
so of course you pick out a tiny little dress to wear.
when robin first see you approaching, she really can't help it but stare at the way the material looks on you, tightly clinging to your body in all the right ways.
but when you lean it close and whisper into her ear, that is when she loses it.
"i'm not wearing any panties. i thought you would like to know"
you knew you would get a reaction out of her, but little did you know what kind of reaction...
not even 2 minutes later, you're laying on your bed and robin is straddling your hips and pushing that pretty little dress up your legs
you don't miss the way her eyes go just a tiny bit wider when she feels the wetness that has pooled between your legs.
"this really turns you on huh? acting all innocent out there while you aren't wearing anything underneath that pretty dress of yours..."
before you have the chance to tell her how this is exactly what you've wanted ever since she moved in, robin flicks her fingers over your clit and your mind goes blank.
shortly after that, two of her fingers are buried knuckle-deep inside of you and she's fucking you exactly the way you've always imagined
neighbor!robin definitely has a mommy kink, like 100%!!
her fingers have the ability to make you see stars already but her mouth...
(besides the fact that she can easily multitask and whisper the filthiest things in your ear, all while fingering you through multiple orgasms)
she is a pro when it comes to going down on you
she could literally eat you out for hours, praising your pussy as she does so.
"oh, you taste so good. all for me"
robin is so fucking possessive over you and you love it
she will use every opportunity she can get to remind you that she's the only one who could ever make you feel this good
"all of this just for me doll? yeah? all mine, only mine"
robin loves to tease you, to remind you that you're practically her little fuck toy.
so it doesn't even surprise you to feel her palm on your thigh when she's visiting your place to have dinner with you.
but when dinner is over and robin explains that she's gonna need you to show her where the bathroom is, it's even worse.
suddenly you're shoved against the wall and robin's fingers are pounding into you while she's standing behind you, holding you against the door by your hair.
"be quiet or they might hear what a slut they've raised"
you love it when robin takes you with her strap.
the first time it happens, you're at her place and she makes you ride it for her while she's holding back your hair in somewhat of a makeshift ponytail.
but she's such a tease and won't move her hips the way you want her to, leaving you without any other choice but to grind down on it.
her hand on your hipbone keeps you still, restricting any further movement.
and she wouldn’t stop, not until you’re a squirming, begging mess for her.
begging her to finally fuck you the way you need her to.
“what do you want pretty girl? want me to fuck you? then say it baby. use your manners…”
you’re far too desperate to be embarrassed about the obscene noises that come from your lips.
however, it’s all worth it when robin begins rolling her hips up to meet your skin.
oh, how robin loves to watch your face whenever she hits that spot that makes you whimper im pleasure.
if she could, she would watch you cum on her strap for hours.
speaking of fucking you with her strap; neither of you will ever forget the time she took you in front of her full length mirror
her hand is yanking you back by the hair, while she’s pounding into you from behind.
“open your eyes doll, look at yourself. oh you can’t? am i fucking you this good?”
robin loves your tits. she’s literally obsessed. she will use any chance she can get to put them in her mouth. any other time she will just stare at them, especially at inconvenient times.
you are about to go out with friends and guess what? robin is watching from her window, eyes focused on your chest.
you are having dinner together? her gaze keeps wandering lower and lower until she’s just shamelessly gaping at your breasts.
robin loves to mock you while she’s inside you.
she knows damn well she has the ability to make you forget your own name with how good she fucks you.
so whenever you start babbling sweet nothings, she will make fun of you.
“oh you liked that…? when i touch you there?”
and as if that’s not enough, she chuckles in your ear.
Summary: Eddie gets a new strain of weed from his dealer and it sends the tension boiling over into something you’ve always wanted.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), drug is (weed), mutual lining, teasing, oral (m and f receiving,) fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names, finger sucking, squirting, slapping, choking, rimming (m receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie
WC: 3.5K
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As soon as you set foot in the trailer, smoke surrounded your body. You could feel it as it guided you through the small trailer and into Eddie’s bedroom.
You found him, lying on his bed, his eyes closed and enjoying the almost finished joint in his hand. “Knew I’d find you here," you plopped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Are you going to share or just make me suffer?”
Eddie rolled his eyes at you before finishing the joint. You laughed as he coughed. The hit obviously way too big for him, “with that attitude? I’ll make you suffer.” He laughed with you, already rolling up another smoke to share with you.
This became a routine with the two of you very quickly. You’d come over after a work shift and just unwind with him. Smoke and a movie or some music, anything to make you forget the rough day you always seem to have.
“I got this new strain from my guy.” Eddie handed the lit joint to you and you quickly plucked it from his fingers. He was always taking care of you. “It hits you fast, so be careful.”
You put a hand over your heart and faked being emotional. “Oh, Eddie! What would I ever do without you looking out for me?”
“Probably die, who knows?”
The second you took a hit, the smoke filled your lungs in such a blissful way. It was as if you could already feel it take the weight off your shoulder, and push every stressful thought to the back of your head. This is what you look forward to everyday.
“Holy shit,” you coughed and quickly handed the joint back to him, tears forming in your eyes. “You weren’t wrong about this being strong.”
Immediately, it felt like the effects of the weed were hitting you like a train. You felt like your body was floating above the bed, and when you got a good glimpse of Eddie lying beside you, suddenly, something changed.
You noticed his eyes and how they got a little bit brighter from the sun shining through the blinds. You saw how his jeans hugged him just enough that you could see his bulge in his pants.
Eddie noticed you staring at him, how your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as your eyes raked down his body.
His cock jumped when you made eye contact with it, and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. It was bigger than you imagined, and you haven't even seen it yet.
“You see something you like?” Eddie adjusted himself, turning his body to the side, so he was facing you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to look for an excuse for staring him down and all but undressing him with your eyes.
“I- I was just,” you were stuttering. Eddie had caught you red handed, and you haven't a clue how to explain yourself.
“It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” His hand roamed down his body, stopping above his jeans, fumbling with his belt. His nerves were starting to show. “If you want more, I’d love to put on a show for you.”
Usually, neither of you was this confident with each other. Was it the weed? Or was it finally feelings and tension that was always there coming to a head and spilling over?
“A show?” Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing Eddie fully. And the thoughts that floated around your head? You couldn’t shake them.
“I’ve been wanting to for a while, really.” He undid his belt, purposefully slowly. “I can stop if yo-“
“No, don’t stop.” You moved his hands from his belt, undoing it faster and tossing it over your shoulder. “I want to watch.” Your voice was barely a whisper, suddenly becoming shy. You had to take this opportunity, though. It may be only a one time thing, and you couldn’t miss out on it.
Eddie pulled down his pants, just under his ass. You could see the bulge more prominent now, see it throb through his boxers. This is something you’ve always wanted to see, and now that you are, you’re not sure how to react.
The joint that you two had started to smoke now lay in the ashtray, long forgotten.
“You wanna touch it?” Eddie softly grabbed your hand and guided it to his clothed cock.
Your hand touched it, felt it throb, and goosebumps rose across your body. “Oh- oh my god.”
“I’ve always wanted you to touch it,” he slipped his boxers down, his cock hitting against his happy trail wetly.
Precum leaked from the slit of his cock, and you felt your mouth water with need.
Eddie’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping ever so slowly. You watched as his stomach muscles tensed, his cock throbbed in his big hand, and the precum leaked down the tip. You’ve never seen something so hot; so beautiful.
“Just sit back and relax, okay?” Eddie positioned himself so he was sitting, facing you. The only thing you could focus on was him.
You were in awe as you watched Eddie spit in his hand before wrapping it back around his cock, squeezing at the tip. Precum kept bubbling from the slit, and the urge to take him in your mouth was at the front of your mind.
“You know what’s got me like this?” His hand sped up just as his other came down to cup his heavy balls. The schlick sound of his spit mixed with precum flowing to your ears. “You, you and your body. Fuck- the way you’re looking at me with those big, innocent eyes.”
Your pussy clenched around nothing, a silent beg to be filled with Eddie’s cock. “M-me?” Never did you think that he got this hard over you.
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Eddie locked eyes with you, as he kept pumping his hand over his cock, squeezing it, imagining that it was your pussy instead of his hand. “Even before this, it’s always been you on my mind.”
“Eddie, I-,” you gulped, placing your hand over his. “I don’t want you to cum unless it's inside me.”
Knowing that he was like this because of you made you feel like you could do anything you wanted to. Watching him jerk off and look at you while he does it, gave you confidence like you never had before.
Quickly, Eddie stood up from the bed and stripped himself of the rest of his clothes. He stood in front of you, naked, hair and tattoos scattered across his skin. You’ve never wanted someone more.
“Are you sure you want this?” He pulled you to the side of the bed, your legs now dangling to the floor. Eddie bent down, making him eye level with you. “There’s no going back.”
You took a deep breath and nodded, not being able to find the words to tell him just how sure you were.
A nod wasn’t good enough for Eddie. He gripped your cheeks with his hand and squeezed them. “I need to hear you.”
“Eddie, I’ve never been more fucking sure of something in my life.” You spread your legs, showing him just how sure you were. The wet spot darkening your shorts.
It was silent as Eddie laid you back against his bed, his touch gentle and slow. He lifted your shirt away from your stomach, pressing soft kisses across it until he trailed up to your bra.
Taking matters into your own hands, you slung off your shirt, it ending up somewhere in Eddie’s messy room.
Eddie, not wanting to waste anymore time, reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders. His cock jumped when you took it off the rest of the way, your nipples hard and begging for attention.
It only took you looking down at Eddie for him to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, rolling his tongue around it, and nibbling on it. His other hand finding your other tit, squeezing it.
“I’ve craved this for so long,” your voice cracked from pleasure. Eddie had barely started, and it felt like you were on fire.
For a second, Eddie pulled away with a smirk on his face. “Let’s make it last then, yeah?”
He kissed across your chest and back down your stomach. His hands popped the button on your pants, and your breath hitched in your throat.
You helped Eddie, sliding your pants and panties down your legs in one go. Your arousal stringing to your panties as they were pulled off.
“Holy shit,” Eddie spread your legs wider, getting a good look at just how soaked you were. Your pussy shined with the wetness. “Is this all for me?” He kissed your inner thigh, patiently waiting for an answer.
“Yes, it’s all for you.” Both of your hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward. You needed to feel something, anything, against your pussy.
“Now, now. Be patient, baby.” His finger slid up your slit, barely putting pressure against your swollen and throbbing clit. “Where’s the fun in rushing?”
The second he finished talking, he easily slipped a finger inside you. Your pussy immediately clenched around it, and you couldn’t help the whine you let out. “Eddie…”
“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.”
Without another word, he dove in like a starved man. His tongue flattened against your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure causing you to pull on his messy hair.
Eddie groaned against you, not just from you pulling his hair, but from how good you taste. Your pussy flooded his taste buds, and he wanted more.
“I'm never going to forget how good you fucking taste,” his voice was muffled as he practically smothered himself in your pussy.
“Just like that,” you always heard Eddie ate pussy like a god, but to have him eating your pussy? You’re a believer now.
Eddie pulled his finger out of you, both of his hands gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them against your chest. This angle was perfect for him to slide his thick tongue inside your aching pussy.
Letting out a strangled moan, you sat up from the bed and looked down at him. His lust blown eyes were looking right back into yours, right into your soul. “Right there, Eddie!” You looked around for anything to grab ahold of, needing to sturdy yourself.
A sweat broke out over your body. You were so hot, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your orgasm at bay.
“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit, his teeth grazing at it.
You felt pain and pleasure all at once, and you let out a sudden scream. “H-holy…” you threw your head back against the pillows just as Eddie’s hands came up to grab at your tits.
“Do it, do it now.”
The words left his lips, and your orgasm consumed you. Your whole body shook, and your legs clamped around Eddie’s head. “Yes, yes, yes,” you couldn’t say many words, the pleasure taking over your whole mind and body.
Eddie hummed against your pussy as your orgasm gushed in his face, dripping below you on the sheets. “That’s my good fucking girl, make a mess.” He slid two fingers in, curling them against your g-spot and pumping them in and out fast enough that you were crying out in pleasure.
“Eddie! I can’t take much more.” Your legs continued to shake around his head as you soaked him and the sheets.
When you finally opened your eyes, your vision was blurry. You felt euphoric.
You felt as Eddie placed soft kisses across your legs and up your body, stopping at your lips. “Open your mouth.”
His fingers slid inside your mouth, your tongue swirling over it and cleaning up the mess you had made. “You taste yourself?” You licked your lips, letting yourself really get a good taste. “Tastes like heaven, huh?”
“Coming from your mouth, yes.” You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, Eddie now under you. “Now, it’s your turn.”
Eddie gripped the back of your head, pulling hard. “Think you can take it all?” He grabs his cock stroking it, tapping it against your thigh. “Gonna stretch your mouth wide open.”
You smirked as you kissed down his body, sucking on his neck. You left sparse hickeys, wanting him to remember this after it was all done. “I want you to make me take it.”
He moved to the side of the bed, smirking as you crawled to your knees in front of him. “Make you? Oh, baby, you might regret that.”
Your soft hands rubbed up his tattooed thighs, squeezing his soft skin. “I don’t think so,” your lips kissed along his inner thigh. “I like it very rough.”
Without warning, you took his cock in your mouth, suckling in the tip and swirling your tongue around it. You were in heaven as the salty taste of his precum hit your tastebuds. You had found your new favorite place to be, on your knees in front of him.
Eddie let out a choked sob, his eyes immediately squeezing shit. “Oh- oh, fuck.”
He pushed your head down, his balls pressed right against your chin. Drool dribbled out of your mouth, coating his heavy sack.
“You said you like it very rough, yeah?” Eddie thrusted up into your mouth, his cock sliding further down your throat. You gagged around him, your throat constricting. “Then fucking take it.”
You closed your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose. The pain of him using your throat was mixing perfectly with the pleasure you were feeling. You could feel yourself drip down your thighs.
Eddie slapped your face, his rings stinging your cheeks perfectly. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me while my cock is stuffed down your throat, baby.”
You pulled up from his cock, spit trailing from your mouth to it. Your hands wrapped around him, pumping, and squeezing just like had done to himself earlier. “Like this?” You bit your lip and batted your eyelashes up at him.
Proudly smirking to yourself when he couldn’t answer you.
“What if I did this?” You licked down the underside of his shaft before taking his cum filled sack into your warm mouth.
“God, that’s so fucking hot.” His fingers laced through your hair, pulling and making you whine.
You licked over his balls, inhaling his scent. You accidentally dipped your tongue lower, swiping over his tight hole.
The loud whine Eddie had you let out had you quickly pulling away. “I-I’m so sorry, shit.”
Eddie laughed, pulling your head back between his thighs. “D-don’t be sorry, just do it again.”
Your tongue dipped under his balls again, spreading his cheeks as you licked around his puckered hole. You hummed as your tongue slipped further, the tip of it sliding in.
“Holy shit! I-,” Eddie spread his thighs further apart. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
Eddie’s hand on your head didn’t let up, he held you still as he grinded his ass against your face. Your tongue and spit making his hole a wet, hot mess.
You moaned against him, your hand trailing down your body and finding your clit. You timed your rubs with the licks over his pretty hole.
The sounds of wet schlick echoed off the walls, you couldn’t tell if it was from your pussy or his ass. Either way, you didn’t want to stop listening.
“Touching yourself while you eat my ass? You dirty fucking slut.”
Eddie talking the way he was, only egged you on. Your tongue slid deeper inside him, making sure to lick everywhere you could. You couldn’t stop; you didn’t want to stop.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you, inside your pussy,” Eddie quickly pulled your head away, your mouth swollen from being used. “And I only want to cum if I’m inside you.”
You pushed him down on the bed. He crawled up the bed until he was sitting against the wall and resting against the pillows. “Someone’s in a rush.”
“I just need you,” you straddled his waist, hovering over his waiting and aching cock. “So bad.”
Eddie grabbed his cock and ran it through your folds, getting it wetter. “Yeah?” He grabbed your hips and slipped the swollen tip of his cock inside you. “Then what are you waiting for, pretty girl? I’m all yours.”
You sank down the rest of his cock, until you were perfectly seated. The thatch of his pubic hair catching against your clit. “I’ve never had someone so deep, fuck.”
Quickly, you rocked your hips back and forth. You and Eddie groaned in unison, his hands coming to stop your hips. “Slowly, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Eddie reached over to the forgotten joint and relit it, placing it between his lips. He helped you find a slow rhythm, grinding your hips slowly against him.
“You feel so good inside me,” you placed his hands on his chest, looking to sturdy yourself. “I don’t want it to stop.”
Slowly, Eddie inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs before pulling your head close to his. Your lips barely touched his as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth, filling your lungs now.
You moaned at the action, at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your orgasm was starting to creep up on you. You could feel it travel in your veins, and all over your body. The weed was helping it come faster, taking over you.
Eddie flicked out the joint and flipped the two of you over while he was still deep inside you. He pinned you between his sweaty body and the mattress, the weight of him leaving you with nowhere to go.
“You look so good under me,” his hand wrapped around your throat. He held your head still as he slowly kissed you, molding his rough lips with your soft ones.
“Please, just- just fuck me!” You locked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. “I need you to fill me up with your cum, I need it to drip out of me.”
“Yeah? You want my cum?” He quickly pulled out before slamming back in, making your body move up the bed. “Want me to put a baby in you, huh? Really make you mine?” His hold on your neck became tighter.
“Please, give it to me!” You raked your nails down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. “I want to be yours, always have, Eddie.”
His cock felt like it was splitting you open, and you craved more.
“You’re so wet for me.” His hand left your body and found your clit, running harsh and fast circles. “You gonna cum for me again?”
You nodded your head fast, repeatedly. “Yes, please let me cum, please.”
Eddie rested his forehead against his, “cum for me, fucking cum for me, sweetheart.”
You let go as your orgasm crashed. Your toes curled and your mouth opened in a silent scream. Everything around you became white as you came around Eddie’s cock, gushing around it and soaking his waist and everything below it.
“Yes, baby. Just like that!” Eddie came with you, his stomach muscles tightening as he filled you up just like you said he would.
His eyes stayed open though, he needed to see you cum. “You look so pretty when you cum on my cock- shit.”
It felt like hours had passed before you felt Eddie pull out of you, bringing you back to reality. He laid beside you, his body touching yours as the two of you caught your breath.
“I never thought that was ever going to happen,” you looked to the side, catching Eddie looking right back at you.
He let out a breathy laugh, turning his body to the side to get a better look at you. “I’m glad it did, I’ve been waiting.”
“You have?”
“I meant what I said when I’m all yours,” Eddie pulled your sweaty body closer to his. “If you’ll have me that is.”
“With the sex like that? Who am I to pass it up?” The high from the weed and sex was starting to wear off, and so was the feeling of your soon to be sore body.
“You want to go again?” Eddie held up the baggy of drugs, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Yes,” you sat up and searched in the messy bed for the lighter.
“I want you to do that thing with your tongue again.”
You shot him a wink, “I’m so glad you don’t have to be high for me to do that.”
listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it's still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.
Unfriendly reminder that I may SEEM like a wet piece of spaghetti but I have a spine of STEEL which I am not afraid to use when the time calls for it.
If I find out that you are under eighteen or even worse THAT YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE OVER 18 AND THEN LATER CONFESS YOU WERE LYING ABOUT IT, I WILL kick you to the fucking curb. No hesitation. Even if we're mutuals.
I do not care.
Do. Not. Test me.
I'm so fucking pissed off and upset right now.
I would rather spend one lifetime with you… @stillgoingsteddie - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
