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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ smoking; kissing; mentions of sex ] minors dni!!
summary: smoking and kissing outside in the night
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Clink. His metal lighter ignited a tiny flame that lit up our faces. God, Eddie, he was handsome, he didn’t even try to.
Bandana tied tight around his head slicking his messy curls back from his face, his thick fingers holding onto the tiny metal piece as he lighted up a cigarette pinched between his teeth. A frown creased his brow from how focused he was. His leather jacket scented with his perfume and smoke and dirt hanging loose on his shoulders, massive boots hitting the ground as he swayed to the sides, trying to get away from the wind.
“Goddammit!” he cursed, finally managing to succeed, lighting the paper up and taking a deep tug, blowing a cloud of smoke that dissipated with the wind. Without any other word he pushed it towards my lips, watching me with that seducing look on his face, his mouth slacked and his eyes so big and dark, his cheeks slightly tinted pink. It was a cold night, we stood outside in the dark, highlighted by a few street lanterns, leaning against the old brick building.
I accepted the cig, looking him right in the eyes as I drew on his cigarette watching him tilting his head sideways, the look on his face curious, alive, eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t read. His palm hit the wall next to my head like he was trying to trap me there.
“What are you thinking of?” I rasped, holding out the cig to his lips. He didn’t take it from me, he let me hold it for him.
“Of you naked sprawled on my bed and pinned under me while I fuck you slow and deep,” he muttered inhaling and exhaling the smoke out, taking another tug, “Isn’t that how you like it?”
My heart raced, my breath turned uneven and I tried my best not to expose myself, not to show the effect he had on me.
“What if I resist?” I bent my head to the side matching his posture, bringing his cigarette back to my mouth.
He chuckled, yanking the cig out of my hands, finishing it and throwing the butt to the ground, taking a few steps closer to me. Huge calloused palm cradled the back of my neck, his skin cold against mine, his eyes glued to my face, studying it, skimming each part carefully.I was hoping I wasn’t obvious, because my stomach flipped and tugged at his close presence, his scent and his hot breath on my cheek.
His free hand found my chin, thumb pressed it and leisurely slid lower, fingers caressed my throat making my lips part and my head fall back, opening up to him.
A satisfied smirk crossed his face, “You won’t,” his voice was low in my ear and his face too close to mine, “You can’t.”
And just like that his lips were on my neck, gentle at first, growing more eager as he explored more and more, eventually finding my lips, fucking teasing me, brushing himself against me but not giving in.
“Eddie—“ I whispered into his mouth, pleading.
“See,” he grinned, nibbling my bottom lip between his teeth, “Good thing we both want it as much,” he murmured, pulling me into him with one hand, holding onto the wall with the other, while his lips attacked mine, hungry and lustful, devouring me, not willing to let me go. He felt so good, too good I moaned, opening my mouth to his, letting his tongue slip in, over and over again, clutching his jacket in my fists.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
CAN I PLAY WITH YOU?
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ ice play; unprotected sex; handcuffing and blindfolding; sub eddie?; ] minors dni!!
summary: ice cubes, tied up and blindfolded eddie :’)
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“What’s this for?” Eddie mumbled, pushing himself up to his elbows, watching me folding his bandana in three layers. He sprawled bare chested, plaid boxers clinging to his hips, his hair a dark mess on his head.
“Gonna blindfold you,” I rasped, smiling viciously, crawling over to straddle his hips, “And play with you a little,” I planted a kiss in the corner of his mouth, “Can I play with you, Eddie? I’ll need your hands pinned too, baby, but I promise you’re gonna like it.”
“Fuck—“ he plopped down with a loud thud, “Are you, uh…sure?”
“Mhm, trust me.”
My fingers fiddled with the cottony cloth as I tied it around Eddie’s eyes, making sure it wasn’t too tight, but tight enough it won’t slip. God, I’ve been thinking about doing this to him for months, the thought of making him squirm under me and plead turned me on to an unbearable point, but I could get over with it if that meant I’d see him at my mercy. Reaching into the nightstand’s little drawer I snatched a pair of handcuffs, gently grasping Eddie’s wrists, one at a time, clasping the metal rings around and between the headboard posts.
Eddie grunted, disgruntled, being completely restricted. I leaned close to his ear, my voice coming out as a whisper, “Just use your imagination,” my lips found his neck and I planted a few sticky kisses, before sliding off the bed.
“Where’d you go?” he tried to lift up, but couldn’t, jerking in annoyance, hissing as the metal cut into his skin.
“Shh, I’ll be back in a second, be patient.”
I headed to the kitchen, taking a glass filled with ice cubes out of the fridge, returning back, my feet meeting the coldness of the wooden floor, making me scrunch up. I set the glass beside me on the nightstand, straddling Eddie’s lap, shifting, trying to get comfortable.
“Are you ready?”
“I don’t even know what for,” he chuckled lowly, but his laughter died when I shut him up with a kiss, warm and soft, deepening it, slipping my tongue into his mouth, our moans muffled, swallowed by each other.
“Eddie,” I whispered, backing away, cupping his face with my palm, caressing his cheek, my thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He grunted quietly, opening his mouth wider, the pad of my finger meeting his tongue. I pressed him gently, allowing him to lick my finger, listening to his rapid breaths, his cock, hard, poking my ass cheek.
“Good boy,” I put my hand away, reaching for an ice cube, “Try this, you might like it better.”
Coldness met his lips and he inhaled sharply, surprised, but then his lips swirled over the cube, sucking on it, melting, water dripping down his chin. When it was gone, I rewarded him with a kiss, slowly rolling my pussy over his clothed cock, teasing, sucking on his tongue and licking the drops off his face.
“Jesus—” he rasped, when my mouth traveled further down to nip his neck, his throat, I mouthed at his chest, slow and wet, licking and kissing his nipples, biting them ever so slightly, loving his reaction to my touch. My hands teased the waistband of his boxers, but I wasn’t planing on taking them off, not yet. He was trying so hard to hold back, a thin layer of sweat coated his face, his mouth slack, his chest heaving. My finger traced the tattoo bellow his collarbone, tickling his skin, then I scratched a path down to his stomach, feeling it tighten under my touch. God, his body was so responsive and I didn’t even get to the sweetest part.
I slid off him and sat beside, taking a glass with me to the bed, “Does that feel good?” another cube slid down from his chest to his tummy, wetting his boxers, making his hips buck up and his fists clench, a low strangled growl invaded the room, making me smile in satisfaction, “I’ll take it as a yes.” “Please—“ he choked out, bending his knees and curling his toes, toenails scraping the sheets.
“Mmm?” I bent my head to kiss his abdomen, lightly brushing my skin against his, nuzzling his happy trail and the waistband of his boxers, grazing my teeth into the cotton, dragging them down, “God, you’re so hard, Eddie, is this for me?” I lowered his underwear to his ankles, staring at his cock, slick and swollen, begging to be touched. He didn’t say anything, but his abrupt intakes of air let me know he was enjoying it.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, licking a flat stripe up his base, inhaling his musk, feeling him jerking as I did, my head dizzy with lust, spurring me to do more crazy shit to him, torture him more, more, more. I kissed the tip, it was deep red, oozing with pre cum.
“Sweet—“ his breaths hitched, when he heard the clinking of the ice cubes against the glass, “Sweetheart, I need you, please, come fuck me.”
Fishing an ice cube out, I slid it down his cock, watching his hips flex, his moans growing louder, “Jesus Christ—“ The ice was instantly melting, he was flushed and helpless and I enjoyed this way too much.
“How are you feeling, Eddie?” My thumb rubbed the tip of his cock and another cube followed, water dripping down his base, to his balls and onto the sheets.
“Good, God, f-fuck, really good,” he mumbled, choking on air as I rubbed more ice, tracing the smooth angle of the cube against his slit, watching him struggle to lay still, squirming beside me, his mouth frozen in a silent moan. I propped myself between his parted legs, grabbing more ice, melting it against the underside of his cock, stroking him up and down, while my mouth worked on his balls, one sack at a time.
“Baby, please—“ he jerked his wrists, handcuffs clasping at his eagerness, his legs trembling as I sucked on his balls, moaning at the taste, lapping up the drops of water that met my tongue.
“God, you’re so full of cum,” I murmured, looking up at him, bandana tied around his eyes, his chest rising up and down faster, “Are you gonna breed me, big boy?”
His cock twitched and I put my hands and face away, “No, don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to come inside me.” He groaned at my words and the loss of contact, lifting his hips up in the air.
“Are you, Eddie?”
“Yes,” he gritted, “Fuck, yes, I will, get on top of me, please.”
I smiled viciously, revelling in his pleas, crawling over him, fisting his cock, rubbing it against my soaking folds, finally sinking onto him to the hilt, moaning at the stretch, easing him inside me, “Fuck, Eddie.”
Our breaths were unsteady as I bounced on him picking up the pace, leaning into his neck, sucking and biting his skin to muffle my moans, “I want your cum.”
I rolled my hips over and over, my clit brushing his pelvis, making me gasp, “I’m close,” I whined, clenching around him, feeling his cock twitching too. All the teasing was too much for him and for me too.
“F-fuck,” he rasped as I locked in a long spasm, creaming all over him. He came right after me, thick liquid spilling inside my pulsing cunt, his moans overlapping mine.
“Eddie—“ I scurried to unclasp his handcuffs, red circles on the skin of his wrists, then my fingers fiddled with the bandana and I pushed it off to his forehead, meeting a pair of hazy dark eyes, “Hi.”
“Hi,” he grinned, staring at me, “God, you’re so pretty like this,” his calloused palm gripped my hip, dragging me further into him, his other cupped my face, rubbing my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
LET ME LOVE YOU
pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ kissing; smoking; unprotected sex; breeding?; ] minors dni!!
summary: aftermath of fucking, but she is greedy for more
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a/n: hi and well,,, not eddie today, but im working on it, hope you enjoy xx please do not interact if you’re a minor!
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I leaned against the shabby wooden door of a tiny balcony, clutching the sheet to my chest, my thighs still trembling, cold air stinging my cheeks, but helping to breathe easier. Clink. A tiny flame from a metal lighter lit up a cigarette pinched between my teeth, bathing my face in a warm orange light.
White sheets were rumpled, a bedside lamp casted a dim glow, highlighting Joseph’s massive body from the side. He sprawled at the far end of the bed, a flimsy blanket draped over his naked body, his arms stretched behind his head as he watched me smoking, his eyes gleaming with devotion. It was around three in the morning, navy blue skies and a quiet city. I inhaled the poisonous fume, blowing out a cloud of smoke, a cherry red flicker of my cigarette burning brighter with every new tug. My gaze darted to Joseph, who studied me with a slumberous expression, cocking his head at me, his big brown eyes seducing me just staring.
My feet carried me back to the bed, I let the sheet fall down, exposing myself for him once again. My nipples tightened at the cool whiff of air from the window, my cunt still sensitive from his fierce thrusts as I crawled over to straddle his lap. He looked handsome, a few curls fell messy over his forehead, that was coated in a thin layer of sweat, stubble coated his jaw, his mouth slack and his lips swollen from our kisses, his eyes, god, his eyes, a shade darker, lustful, devouring me. I drew on my cigarette and held it out to him. He accepted, clutching it with his fingers, cradling the back of my head, diving in to kiss me on the lips, on my shoulder, my arm, wet and prolonged, loving. Taking a tug he blew the smoke out to the side, his eyes still focused on me, hand moving lower to grip my hip, pushing me further into his body, making me mewl softly.
“Your cum is leaking out of me,” my whisper ghosted his lips as I slid my palms down his chest, stopping right above his abdomen, where the cloth was wrapped tight. He was warm and solid and I felt my breaths hitch all of a sudden. He put the cig out, throwing it into the ashtray on a nightstand, his palm firm on my thigh as he wetted his lips, shifting with me on top of him. Thick fingers brushed my folds, gathering the sticky liquid, smearing it all over my cunt, pushing them inside and moving in and out in a torturously slow pace.
“Joseph—“ I let out a shaky breath, merely grinding on his fingers, grasping his biceps for support, it was so fucking intimate, sensual, he just watched me, holding me by my hip with his other hand, the metal of his ring stinging my skin, “More, please.”
Abruptly he pulled out, leaving me empty, aching and whining at the loss of contact.
“So needy, love,” he grumbled an inch away from my mouth, “Like I didn’t just fuck you fifteen minutes ago,” he lifted me up and tossed the sheet aside, lowering me back down, my bare skin meeting his, giving the slightest relief. I rubbed myself against his cock, coating him in my arousal, until he was hard again, looking him in the eyes as I did, trying so hard to hold back my moans.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I rasped, my forehead pressing his as I found my way to stroke him with my hand, eventually letting him sink in, easing his cock inside me, my moans overlapping with his strangled groans.
“Fuck, baby, so wet,” he nipped my jaw, veering to the spot below my ear, while I rolled my hips in a steady pace, threading my fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, “So good for me,” his voice was muffled as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing my shoulder, his arms wound around my body, squeezing me tighter, “Such a sweet thing you are.”
“Joe, oh—“ I whimpered when his pelvis brushed my clit, “Jesus—“ my arm stretched to the headboard as I desperately braced myself over it, feeling Joseph’s mouth getting closer to my chest. His palms rested on my spine and I let myself lean into his touch, my head swam back as he sucked on my nipples, gentle and delicate, one t a time, while I moved back and forth, whining and fisting the sheets, “Joseph—” I pawed for his hair, tugging on his roots, making him groan into my skin, but he didn’t let go, he sucked a mouthful of my breast in, as much as he could fit, relieving it with a sloppy sound, breaking away.
A rapid light came from the window, a car drove past, the wind got stronger, cooling our bodies just a bit, the room smelled like perfume and sex and I was bordering on loosing control and letting go.
“God, fuck, I love you,” I panted, delirious and dizzy, blinded with lust, “Your hands on my body, your fingers fucking me, your cock stretching me out, come inside? Please, Joe, I need your cum, wanna feel you spill inside me.”
Suddenly, I was pinned down, he seized my wrists, keeping them above my head, his chest heaving, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back, “So pretty like this, baby, fuck. Say something like that again, you love it when I fuck you, yeah? Coming for the third time and it’s only the middle of the night. I can use those fingers on you till the sun is up, darling, keep you full of my cum,” he bucked his hips faster, the lewd sound of our bodies slapping echoing through the room, his face dangerously close to mine, his breaths hot, burning my cheeks. The dirty promises he whispered, made me clench up “You’re addicting, you know that?“ my voice came out almost soundless, but loud enough for him to hear. He kissed me, bending my arms to hold them on both sides of my head, not willing to let go, thumbs rubbing little circles on the insides of my palms as he devoured my lips, slipping his tongue in, thrusting in and out of my swollen cunt, so affectionate. I didn’t even fight him, too exhausted and eager to come.
“You are addicting, honey,” his palms gripped my thighs and he pushed my leg over his shoulder, fucking me deeper and rougher, nuzzling my neck, biting and marking my skin, “Could stay like this forever.”
“M’close,” I sobbed, scratching his back, feeling his chest weighing me down, the chain on his neck hanging low, tickling my skin, his curls falling down, brushing my forehead.
“I know, baby,” his lips were all over my neck and my face, “Give it up to me.”
The sensation of him being so deep, his low voice in my ear and my nails scratching his skin spurred me to come harder, I locked in a long spasm, gasping for air, arching my spine off the mattresses to meet his body as my high came crushing over, “Joe, oh, Joseph. Fuck—“
His nose brushed mine as he kept peppering my skin with tiny pecks, pushing my leg off his shoulder and propping himself up, his palms pressing the sheets.
“Give me a minute, okay?” he planted a quick kiss on my temple, fastening his pace and clenching his jaws, his forehead dropped to my shoulder, his moans grew louder.
“Joseph,” I slid my hands down to his ass, squeezing and pushing him further, helping him move, deliberately clenching around him, “So good, baby, please don’t stop.”
His cock twitched, his face sunk into my neck as the warm thick liquid spurted out, filling me in, his movements coming to a hilt.
When the high subsided, he searched for my face, drowsy and exhausted. Slowly he pulled out, snatching a pillow and pushing it under my lower back, “Can’t let it spill this time,” he smiled faintly, bending down to kiss my tummy, his heavy palm flat on my stomach, his thumb pushing his cum back inside, “Gotta keep you full, darling.”
LINES AND KISSES
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ a lot of kissing; touching; just soft eddie; ] minors dni!!
summary: doing make up for each other :’)
word counter: 1.1k
a/n: its no smut but i'd rather put minors dni, cuz my blog is no place for kidos xx
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“Stay still, don’t open your eyes,” Eddie mumbled, sticking his tongue out, swiping it against his upper lip, too caught up, trying to make a perfect line. His huge palm was heavy on the side of my neck, cold metal of his rings soothed my racing pulse as his thumb slightly pressed my throat. He helped me do my make up, running black pencil over my lash line, taking way too long.
“I’ve been standing like this for five minutes already,” I protested, keeping my hands in back pockets of his tight black jeans, “And you aren’t even finished with one eye!”
“I’m trying, okay?” he threw his arms to the sides, mad at me for being so impatient, “It’s not like I do eyeliner everyday, yeah?”
“Fine,” I giggled, “I’m sorry, keep going.”
He was so close our bodies touched, I could smell his cologne, feel his breaths on my cheek and my eyelashes fluttered as I desperately bit my lip to prevent from laughing.
“Okay, done.”
When I opened my eyes he stared at me, nervously fiddling with his curly strands, kind of hiding behind them.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he snatched my wrist away as I pawed for a mirror, “No looking before I do both,” he gave me a tight smile, searching for a pencil again.
He dealt with my left eye faster, wetting the tip of his thumb, smudging eyeliner in the corner of my eye, “You can look now.”
I grabbed a tiny mirror that he handed me, one of my palms still resting on his ass cheek, the other holding the mirror in front of me.
“Eddie!”
“What?” his eyes widened, he was terrified and that made me laugh so hard I started coughing.
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Uh— I guess—“
“It’s perfect.”
“What?”
“It’s perfect, Eddie, even better than I do mine,” I murmured, placing the mirror on a countertop behind me, hooking my fingers through the belt loops on his pants, dragging him closer, my lips brushing his, “Apparently was worth it, standing with my eyes closed for an eternity,” I grinned, giving him a peck on the lips.
“It was only ten minutes.”
“Twelve.”
“It’s still not close to eternity.”
“It is.”
“But you said it was worth it.”
“Mhm.”
“Really?” his fingers tightened around my chin as he tilted his head, his nose faintly brushing mine.
“I would never lie to you.”
Then he tasted me, his lips on mine as he kissed me, slow at first, getting more eager as the moments passed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned, fisting his shirt, biting his lip at the end of the kiss, making him hiss and buck me into the counter.
“Forgot your lipstick,” he rasped, sliding his calloused palm down my throat, to my chest, eventually seizing my hips with both hands.
“Good thing I can kiss you without consequences now.”
He chuckled like an idiot, clutching the hem of my shirt in his fists. Well, technically his shirt, but whatever his was mine too. Sitting me atop the counter, he spread my knees, stepping in between my parted legs, heavy palms weighing my thighs down, his touch warm and gentle.
“Do you want to try?” I asked, snatching another pencil from my make up bag, waving it in front of Eddie’s face.
“What? Like on me? You want to put this on me?” his face lit up, his hands squeezed my legs tighter, “I’ve wanted to try for a while.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?”
He made an apologetic look, scratching his nape and fixing his posture quickly, “Was kind of just uh— scared? I don’t know.”
“Come closer,” I beckoned him with my finger, cupping his face with my hands, while his palms wandered up and down my thighs, distracting, “Eyes closed.”
He tried to hide his smile, standing still and patient, while I tried my best with eyeliner. My thumb mindlessly stroked his bottom lip, I noticed it when I felt a wet touch of the tip of his tongue on my skin. My movements stilled, his eyes snapped open.
“I’m not done yet,” I whispered, my gaze darted at my finger in his mouth and back to his eyes.
We stared at each other for a minute and then I couldn’t help it anymore. The pencil fell on the floor, my arms wound around his neck as I desperately kissed him, wet and sticky, moaning as he kneaded my thighs, pushing me to the edge of the counter.
“No, no, no, no, no,” he pulled away, dropping to his haunches to get the pencil back, “You’re not done yet,” he handed me the eyeliner, closing his eyes again, his arms braced on the flat surface on both sides of my body, trapping me, “No more kisses until you’re done,” he mumbled, scrunching his nose like he wanted to sneeze, but didn’t, “Make me look pretty.” “You are pretty.”
A nasty smirk curled on his lips and he leaned closer to give me a kiss.
“No kisses, Eddie, not before we’re done, yeah?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Okay.”
“You won’t argue back?”
“No.”
He pinched my thigh, making me squeak and I slapped his shoulder playfully, forcing his body to budge a little, but then he stepped forward and kissed me again. I squirmed, giggling, trying to resist him, but he snatched my wrists and I indulged, opening my mouth to his persistent tongue. A string of saliva still connected us as he backed away, giving me one more peck, and more, and more.
“Okay you can finish now.”
“Thanks, Edward.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Edward.”
“It’s Eddie.”
“Whatever you say, Edward.”
He low chuckle rumbled up his chest, but then he fell silent, patiently standing in between my legs with his eyes shut. I finished doing his make up, appreciating the perfect lines I drew and smiling at the beauty of this man, “You can open now.”
“I’m scared.”
“You look like a rockstar.”
“I do? Can you give me the mirror?”
I did, he hesitated, but when he saw his reflection, his big brown eyes sparkled with joy. He loved it.
“Wow, okay, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Handsome, handsome Eddie,” I murmured into his ear, pressing my lips to his cheek, “So lucky to call you mine.”
“You say something like this again and you’ll end up naked in our bed.”
My fingers slid across my lips imitating a zipper and I slipped off the counter, walking towards the bedroom to change, “C’mon now, Steve and Robin are waiting.”
BUBBLE GUM
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected sex; teasing; ] minors dni!!
summary: eddie is trying to guess chapstick flavours
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“Guess the flavour,” I put a chapstick on, leaning close to Eddie’s face so he could smell it from my lips.
“Cherry?” he grinned, cocking his head at me, knowing damn well he succeeded.
“Yeah, that was an easy one.”
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I put a different one, inching closer again, “This one?”
“Uhhh, I like this one,” his nose brushed my jaw, “Grapes.”
I chuckled, licking it off, applying another flavour, “This one is harder.”
This time his lips brushed mine, faintly, but it made my stomach flutter. He was so close and smelled so good, his eyes carefully studied my features as he did his tongue thing, the one when he was too caught up and focused.
“Wait, wait I know this one. This is…uhhh—“ he clenched his fist bringing it to his mouth, thinking, a frown creased his brow, “Watermelon!” he almost jumped up, snapping his fingers, pointing at me, flicking his tongue again, “Watermelon it is.”
I smudged the chapstick, picking the last one, “This is a limited edition,” I applied a new layer, “The hardest to guess.”
“How many of those you have?” he murmured, watching my fingers tightening around the tiny tube and my lips parting as I rubbed my chapstick all over.
“Last one.”
He dipped his head close to mine, furrowing in hesitation, staying silent for minutes, inhaling and exhaling, his warm breaths caressing my face.
“Are you giving up?”
“No!” He blurted, shifting, “No, I know this one—“
“Need a hint?”
“Yes, yes, definitely need one.”
I moved closer, pressing my lips against his, giving him a taste. His sharp inhale let me know he didn’t expect it, “Need another one,” he rasped, staring into my eyes, “A deeper one.”
A faint smile flickered my face and I kissed him harder, my first peck turning into wet open mouthed kiss, ”Enough?”
His eyes locked with mine as we stared in silence. He wasn’t hesitant anymore, he was fucking eager, abruptly grasping my hips, pulling me into his lap, kissing me again, this time his tongue slipped in, fighting with mine, making me moan into his mouth.
“Those weren’t the rules,” I protested, gasping for air, clutching his shoulders for support.
“Fuck the rules,” he spoke, sliding his huge palms up my sides, teasing the hem of my shirt, “God, what are you doing to me,” he cupped my chin, “Wanna fuck you so bad right now, can I fuck you?” he peppered kisses over my cheekbones, my nose, the corner of my lips, “Please?” he tucked a strand of fallen hair behind my ear, cradling the back of my neck, looking at me with those big dark eyes, pleading, his body tensed, fist clenched around my shirt, waiting for my permission so he could rip my clothes off.
I fell onto the mattresses, spreading my legs, bending my knees, dragging Eddie by his shirt to settle in between my thighs, “Mhm, c’mere.” I lifted his shirt up, spurring him to take it off, biting my lips at the view in front of me — his tattoos, his happy trail and a waistband of his plaid boxers peeking out had me biting my lip. My fingers fiddled with his belt buckle, undoing it, tugging at the leather piece, while my vacant hand scratched a path down his abdomen, desperate to get him undressed.
He weighed me down, his grip tight on my knees, inching my legs further apart, the cold metal of his rings stinging and burning, tightening the knot in my stomach.
His body, way bigger than mine, loomed over me, his necklace hanging low, caressing my chest as he dove in to kiss me, sticky and hot, lustful as fuck, grinding his cock against my pussy, hard and throbbing.
“Got it,” he rasped, nibbling my bottom lip between his teeth, “It’s a bubble gum,” he whispered in my ear, kissing the spot below, the one that turned me into a puddle. I didn’t give a fuck about chapstick anymore, not when he was nestled between my legs, all flushed and solid, pinning me down, covering my body with kisses.
“Eddie—“ I whined, when his palm slid under my top, kneading my boob and rubbing my nipple while he sucked on my neck, making sure there would be a mark later.
“Need you out of this,” he tugged at my shirt, sliding it over my head and pulling my flimsy shorts down along with the panties I wore, exposing me.
“God, fuck,” he muttered, tracing my naked body with his eyes, “So pretty like this.”
I grasped the hem of his pants and pulled them down, doing the same with his boxers, his cock jutted out to his stomach, tip swollen and leaking, so fucking tempting, “Eddie, I need you to fuck me.”
He chuckled, stroking his cock leisurely, like he had all time in the world, even though I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, he loved playing, teasing, watching me struggle.
“Do you now, hm?” he grinned like an idiot, shifting his weight in between my legs, looking down at my aching cunt that clenched around nothing, swollen and needy. I was so aroused, so fucking wet and he saw it all, gritting his jaws, trying to hold back.
“Need a taste first,” he grunted, sliding lower, his tongue flat on my pussy, dragging a path up to my clit, making my back arch off the mattress.
“Eddie! Fuck,” I squealed, clutching his hair in my hands, curling my toes as he kept licking me, spreading my folds and delving deeper, the tip of his tongue teasing me, eliciting little cries from my mouth. And as abruptly as he began he pulled away, his lips glistening, covered in my wetness, “Such a sweet pussy, want to bury my cock there and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Then fuck me, Munson.”
His low chuckle rumbled through my body, his eyes, molten with lust, levelled mine, his face inches away, “As you wish.”
He sunk into me in one persistent push, not giving any time to adjust, making me moan, loud, my head flew back and he nuzzled my throat, slowly moving his hips back and forth, going all the way in and out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside me.
“So good, baby,” he growled, licking the base of my throat, his arms on each side of my head, trapping me, “Can never get enough of you, fuck—”
His chest pressed mine, spreading warmth through my body as he kept thrusting in and out in a torturously slow pace, kissing my lips and backing away to look at my needy face, a string of saliva connecting our lips, “Eddie, go faster.”
“No,” he protested, blinded with lust, seizing my hips and pushing my legs over his shoulders, “Can’t let you come yet.”
“Eddie, please,” I mewled under his ear, scratching his back with one hand and tangling his hair with the other, “Stop teasing.”
My palms found his ass cheeks, squeezing them, encouraging him to pick up the pace, that earned me a dark chuckle and a bite in the neck, stingy and wet as he licked the mark afterwards, soothing it.
He fastened his pace a little, searching for my eyes, “Like this?” a nasty smirk curled on his lips as he slowed down again, then bucked his hips faster, rough and persistent, making me fucking cry. My walls tightened around his cock, making Eddie hiss as he brushed my spongy spot, too sensitive. I couldn’t breathe properly, my eyes rolled back and my nails dug into his lower back, forming little crescents, “Fuck, Eddie, like this, don’t stop, ple—“ his pelvis brushed my clit, spurring me to come harder, the smell of sex and perfume filled the air, so intimate, I got lost in it, in him, in the feeling of his cock stretching me out, his lips devouring my skin, lewd sounds of our bodies and his low grunts of pleasure I caused him, “Please, I’m so close.”
“I know,” he chocked on air, feeling me clenching around him again, “I know, me too.”
He fucked me faster, gripping my hips pushing my legs off his shoulders so I could wrap them around his torso. We needed to be closer. He placed sloppy kisses over my jaw and the corners of my mouth as we both panted, moaning and groaning as the wave of pleasure came crushing over, “Fuck—”
We came together, my pussy rippled around his twitching cock as his warm thick cum spilled inside me, making me shudder, my thighs shake and my cries invade the room. I bit his shoulder trying to suppress them, feeling his bruising grip on my hips easing up as he slowly, so slowly, pulled out, looking me into the eyes, “We should play this chapstick game more,” his voice ghosted my lips, his fingers found my cunt, caressing my sticky skin, collecting the leaking drops of his cum and pushing it back inside, watching me gasp and arch towards him.
“You think?” I breathed out, trying my best to collect myself together, brushing Eddie’s hair off his face, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead and his neck.
“Definitely.”
DREAMY
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ fingering; pet names: sweet thing, baby; ] minors dni!!
summary: eddie is fucking her to sleep <3
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Warm lips kissed the side of my neck as thick fingers fucked me to sleep, buried deep inside my warm cunt, caressing the spongy spot, making me whimper and buck my hips into his touch. My ass firmly pressed to his body, my knee bent to my stomach.
“Eddie,” I mewled softly, drowsy, pawing for his hair, lazily threading my fingers through the dark strands, “Mmm, so good, baby.”
He lengthened his thrusts, going knuckle deep, cradling my neck with his vacant hand and pushing me onto my back from my side, his eyes meeting mine, “Could fuck you like this forever,” he rasped, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me wet and slow, the sound of our mouths and my sopping cunt invading the room.
I squirmed under the weight of his body, pushing my hips upward, needing more, craving more, running my hands up my torso and over my boobs, moaning into Eddie’s mouth.
“I’m supposed to put you to sleep,“ he chuckled, adding his thumb to circle my clit, pressing on it ever so slightly. But even the faintest touch sent shivers through me, my pussy clenched, wrenching a groan from Eddie’s mouth
“You do, I’m so sleepy,” I murmured, kissing him again, more eager this time, though I was half asleep already, I wanted him as bad, melting into his touch, wallowing in an euphoric feeling.
“Yeah?” he smiled, nibbling my bottom lip between his teeth, planting a kiss on my chin, veering to my neck, his fingers still moving in and out in an agonisingly slow pace, “You’re so pretty like this, with my fingers fucking you.”
His lips swirled over my hardened nipple, my back arched off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth. He felt dreamy, everything was so slow and sensual like I was floating. “Eddie,” I said breathless, tangling his hair as he sucked on my tits, taking his time, kneading and caressing, taking a mouthful, just as much as he could fit, moaning against my skin, running the tip of his tongue over the sensitive area, making my nipples so hard, it was painful, but the pain turned into pleasure with his every new stroke.
“Wanna feel you everywhere, sweet thing,” his head dove to my stomach, peppering it with wet kisses as he rubbed my clit and fucked me leisurely, “Wanna make you come and kiss you goodnight.”
His lips landed on my thigh, slowly dragging a line to the inner side, avoiding the spot where I desperately craved him. My breathy moans spilled growing louder, breaths hitched every time he hit the spot, sweet fucking spot that made me go limp, helpless, clenching and making more of a wet mess on the bedsheets.
“Fuck, Eddie, need more, please.”
His low chuckle reverberated though me, spurring me to come as he left wet open mouthed kisses over my legs, quickening the pace of his fingers just a bit, “God, you’re so mine, look at you,” he groaned, nipping my stomach, looking up at me, his eyes almost black, lust swirling in them, the liquid brown swallowed by the darkness of his pupils, “A crying mess under me and I’m not even fucking you with my cock.”
His words made my walls contract as I coated his fingers in more wetness, the sloppy sound of my cunt and his sticky kisses, so lewd, invaded us, thickening the air, making my chest and my eyelids heavy.
“Eddie, I’m so close—“
He grasped my hip, abruptly pulling me closer, fucking me faster as he crouched over me levelling my face, “Could use my tongue on you,” his free hand seized my chin, forcing my eyes to lock in his, “But I’m a selfish bastard,” he grinned, watching me helplessly biting my lip and clinging to his arms, “I want to watch you come, I wanna see this beautiful face scrunch up in pleasure.”
Fuck. My breaths hitched, my hips lifted up as Eddie curled his fingers, fucking me through my high, watching me struggle, with my mouth opened in a moan and my eyelashes tickling my cheeks.
“Eddie,” I screamed, pawing for his wrist, when he added a sensation of the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit, “Ed—“
His mouth hot and demanding shut me up as he flicked my clit mercilessly, making my pussy ripple around him, turning me into a whiny mess, my muffled attempts to tell him it was too much crushed. My toes curled, thighs shook and I felt him smiling through the kiss, proud of his work. He backed away, watching my slumberous expression as my body went weak and my chest heaved, my cum dripped down the sheets, “So pretty like this baby,” his whisper was low, ghosting my skin as he eased himself out, staring at the mess we’ve made, “Such a pretty pussy.”
CINEMA
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected and public sex; kissing; creampie; pet names: sweetheart, baby, good and little girl; ] minors dni!!
summary: a movie night with steve, nancy and robin, where robin couldn't make it and steve and nancy fell asleep, and the girl got too needy for eddie to touch her and fuck her <3
word count: 1k
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“Eds,” I nuzzled the side of his neck, planting a tiny kiss on his skin, inhaling the scent of his perfume, so captivating.
“Yeah?” his eyes snapped to me as he wound his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close, kissing the top of my head, “What is it, sweetheart?”
It was a movie night with us, Steve, Nancy and supposedly Robin, but she said she couldn’t make it. The room was dark, only TV casted a dim glow as the movie rumbled quietly. Steve and Nancy snuggled up on the couch, while me and Eddie rested on another, sprawled under soft blanket.
“I need you,” my voice was a low whisper, my lips grazed his earlobe and I felt him shifting, his abrupt inhale let me know he got the idea. His heavy palm found my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. The movie was getting too boring, our friends were half asleep anyways and I was so drunk on Eddie’s scent and presence, I needed him to do something about it, anything.
He didn’t reply, he just stared at me in disbelief, silently reminding me that we weren’t alone.
I cupped his cheek, brushing my lips against his, running my fingertips down his chest, his tummy, feeling it tighten, scraping his zipper, undoing his belt, trying for seduction. His gaze traced my every movement as I rubbed his clothed cock, pressing on it ever so slightly, “Please, Eddie.”
A strangled growl tumbled up his throat and he snatched my wrist away, “I won’t hesitate, but you’re gonna moan so loud, they’ll wake up,” he warned, pushing his hips up, lowering his pants to his knees. His cock, hard and deep red jutted out, slapping his stomach. I was so fucking obscene, making him fuck me in a room with our friends.
He gave himself a few strokes, grinning like an idiot when he caught me staring, “All yours,” he nodded, signalling for me to get on top of him.
I wriggled out of my panties, silently thanking myself for picking a dress earlier, straddling his lap. His chest hugged my back perfectly, spreading warmth through my body, I felt his hot breaths on the back of my neck and a knot in my stomach tightening and tugging. I pawed for his cock, rubbing his leaking tip with my thumb, lubing him up in my wetness, feeling Eddie’s teeth sinking into my shoulder as he tried to muffle his grunts. He covered my hand with his, slapping my clit with the head of his cock, wrenching a whimper out of me, fucking teasing me.
Lifting my hips up, I sank down, taking his cock inch by inch, easing him inside of me, gasping, desperately trying not to make a sound. He slipped so easily, because I was so fucking wet, my arousal dripped down my thighs, coating Eddie’s skin too.
“Fuck,” I whispered, relaxing on his chest, pillowing my cheek on his shoulder, reaching behind to tangle his hair, “Eddie, god, you feel so—“
He shut me up with a kiss, gripping my hips, not letting me move, “Be a good girl and sit still.”
I tried to calm my breathing, spreading my thighs, winding my legs around his calves, pushing his pants to his ankles to feel more bare skin, “I wish we were alone,” I murmured, closing my eyes, kissing his jaw, feeling slight stubble pricking my skin, “I could give you a head or let you come inside me, fuck, Eddie.”
My pussy clenched around him and we both took a sharp inhale. I grasped his arm, placing his thick fingers on my clit, slightly arching my hips for him to rub me, feeling the cold metal of his rings stinging my skin.
“Please,” I buried my face into his neck, helpless and needy, “Please, baby, I need you to touch me.” His huge palm clamped over my mouth, shutting me up, while his vacant hand started working on my clit, his fingers leisurely stroking the swollen bud, making my thighs jerk, my whole body go limp.
“Couldn’t wait a few more hours, could you?” he rasped, applying more pressure, quickening his pace, sliding lower with me on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside my warm cunt, “You thought I wouldn’t fuck you in front of them? Hmm?” he hummed, his hips flexed and he started moving in an agonisingly slow speed, bucking his hips upward, cupping my pussy with his calloused palm, making my toes curl, “You’re a greedy little girl.”
TV noise covered out panting and breathy whimpers, his lips found my neck, leaving a ghost of a kiss, which deepened into sucking and biting, licking the marks afterwards soothing my burning skin, “Now take what you asked for and don’t make a sound.”
His hand, the one that muffled me, moved under my shirt, kneading my boobs and pinching my nipples, one at a time, giving each equal attention. I bit my lip so hard, feeling coppery taste on my tongue. My head swivelled back and my eyes immersed his, dark and shiny with desire, the look on his face hungry and lustful. He was so worked up too. I gave him a little smile, deliberately clenching around his cock, watching his nostrils flare and his lips press together.
He let out a shaky groan, thrusting his hips rougher, the sloppy sound of his cock stretching me out got louder and I bit back my moan, my pussy rippled around his cock and my cum spilled down to his balls.
“Fuck, baby, keep coming,” he held me, flicking my clit relentlessly, fucking me through my high, kissing me to swallow my moans, twitching himself. He stilled, thick ribbons of cum filled me in, his grip on my waist grew so tight, it was painful, almost bruising, but I relished in it, digging my nails into his thighs, leaving small crescents as we both buried ourselves in each other, trying so hard not to wake Steve and Nancy.
“Eddie,” I panted, “Fuck, I love you,” I gasped, completely mushing into him, drowsy and tired, my limbs heavy, my chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat glistening on my forehead.
He chuckled, the deep rumble of his voice warmed my cheeks, letting a smile flicker my face, “Stay like this for a bit, I don’t want to pull out,” he draped the blanked higher, covering the mess we’ve made, “I love you too.”
OUTSIDE
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ smoking; tiny bit of angst; kissing; kneeling and begging eddie; ] minors dni!!
summary: eddie apologising
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I stopped at the corner of the house, leaning against the concrete, the air cold and crisp made it easier to breathe. Clink. The metal cap of a lighter snapped open and a tiny orange flame highlighted my face, warming my nose and my fingers. The party inside got too much to handle, I hated all of that shit, stuffed rooms, drunk people and loud mainstream music.
Pinching a cigarette between my teeth I lighted it, taking a long pull and blew out a cloud of white smoke, shivering in the wind, hugging my jacket close. My legs were bare, my ass covered by a flimsy skirt, my doc’s dirty from all the mud after the rain. I stepped into a few puddles on my way here.
Someone’s tall frame appeared on the horizon and I immediately recognised him. Eddie Munson. Oh fuck no.
“There you are,” he chirped, balancing on his feet as he jumped through the mud and grass, almost slipping and falling down, coming beside me.
“You’re hallucinating,” I didn’t spare him a glance, staring ahead into the woods, keeping myself busy with a cigarette in my hand. He stepped right in front of me, trying to catch my attention, our boots touching, the chain on his jeans jiggling as he swayed on his feet, “Why are you running from me?”
“Presumptuous of you.”
He chuckled, coming closer, snatching my cig away, bracing his arm on the wall next to my head, “I said I’m sorry.”
“And I said I don’t care.”
“Of course you don’t, do you?” He loomed over me, drawing on my cigarette and blowing smoke to the side, letting it dissipate with the wind, throwing the butt on the ground, smudging it with his foot, returning his attention to me, his face dangerously close to mine, our lips almost touching, “Stop avoiding me, it doesn’t do any better to you nor me.”
His whisper was low and deep, it send shivers through me and caused an unwanted ache in the pit of my stomach, making me shift uncomfortably, squeezing my thighs together. He must have noticed, because his eyes darted lower, then back to meet mine, the dirtiest smirk curling on his lips. He took a deep breath, cocking his head at me, wetting his lips, his thigh wedged between mine parting my legs, “I’m sorry I forgot about our plans,” his voice turned into a growl ghosting my lips, his nose nuzzled my cheek and I felt the lump in my throat growing as I tried to suppress any sounds that were about to come out. I didn’t want to react to his touch like this, I didn’t want to crave it.
His lips touched the spot below my ear, making me grip his jacket, my fingers skated down the wet leather, that’s when I noticed the raindrops started falling again.
“I got drunk with Steve, we talked, I got too caught up,” his eyes bore into mine as his confessions spilled, his arms still braced on the wall, “I miss you, sweet thing.” He closed the gap between our bodies completely, cupping my pussy with his huge palm, his breaths burned the skin on the side of my neck, making me gasp, my eyes flutter close and my teeth sink into my bottom lip to prevent from making any noise.
“Eddie—“
Leisurely, he rubbed his fingers against my clothed slit, pushing on it ever so slightly, making my knees go weak. My cunt throbbed and I pawed for his shoulders to steady myself, letting out a strangled groan, “Stop this.”
“Stop resisting me.”
His thumb pressed my clit through the thin sopping fabric and I jerked, pushing my hands into his chest, trying to pry him off. He didn’t budge. Abruptly thick fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him, “Do you want me begging on my knees?”
When I didn’t reply, he let go of me, kneeling down into the wet grass, staining his jeans, taking a firm hold on the back of my thighs. His hands skimmed my sides, pushing my skirt up to my waist, baring my stomach. His cold lips touched my skin and involuntary, my fingers tangled his hair, fisting and tugging, bringing him closer. He kissed a path down to the hem of my underwear, nibbling on the soft skin of my stomach, squeezing my hips harder. His lips veered to my clothed clit, planting a kiss there, making me shake and whine. “I’m sorry,” he licked a stripe up my panties, I gripped his hair, letting my moans spill, “Sorry,” he left open mouthed kisses, a squelching sound of his tongue and my wet panties made it harder to breathe, “So sorry, baby.”
“Eddie,” I hissed, when he bit my thigh, lifting his gaze up to meet mine, I was so turned on, helplessly trying to push my need down, “Come here.”
He stood up, towering over me again, caressing my cheek with his calloused palm. I stretched on my tiptoes, crushing my lips with his, pulling him close by the belt buckle.
“Right here, huh?” he chuckled, kneading my ass, forcing me into his chest as we kissed and panted hard, fighting with our tongues, like there would be no more kisses.
“Guys!” Someone yelled from the side, “Finally! Come on,” Steve ran closer to us, stabling on his way “We need your help, like right now,” he turned to walk away, thinking we’d follow, when he realised we didn’t, he returned back, patting Eddie by the shoulder, “You can finish this later, okay? It’s urgent,” he said out of breath, grasping his knees, gasping for air.
I released a sharp breath, Eddie groaned in frustration, holding my hand in his, “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured into my ear, “Promise you won’t get mad at me for this.”
I laughed under my breath, giving him a peck on the cheek, “Promise.”
SLEEPLESS
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ phone sex; dirty talk; masturbation; pet names: sweetheart, baby; ] minors dni!!
summary: eddie has a wet dream, which makes him hard and he calls for a help to release the tension
a/n: eddie’s pov!! enjoy!
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I woke up from a dream, a nasty fucking dream, about her riding my cock as we sat sprawled on the sofa. My notebook with an unfinished song sat next to me, I might have fallen asleep while figuring out the future lyrics to the next single for our shitty band. The curtains hung closed, but the room bathed in a dim light from a bedside lamp.
Rubbing my eyes I glanced at the watch, it said 11 pm. My cock was aching and I desperately needed a release. I was hoping with everything I had she wasn’t asleep. Grasping my stationary phone, I rolled the numbers, coiling the wire around my finger in anticipation, listening to the dial tone.
“Hello?” her sweet murmur enveloped me through the phone call. I wanted nothing, but to bury myself into her and inhale her and touch and fuck her until she forgot her damn name.
“Hello sweetheart,” I rasped, feeling the stir in my cock as the reminders of her boobs bouncing in front of my face as she lifted her up and down repeatedly flooded my mind, “Are you alone?”
“I—,” she hesitated, “I am, but my sister is in the next room. What’s wrong?”
“I need you to help me to take care of, uh—“
“Damn you, Eddie.”
“Come on, baby,” my voice was still scratchy from my sleep and I made it lower beckoning her to indulge, “Touch yourself.” Her breaths turned uneven, I could hear her sigh, shifting on her bed. I thought of her taking her panties off with a wet little stain right in the middle of it.
“I’m so wet, Eddie—“ her strangled moan let me know that her hand darted between her legs.
I grunted softly, holding the handset in my palm, my other hand slipped inside my boxers stroking my flushed cock, trying to release the tension.
“Fuck, I wish you were here, straddling my lap,” I hissed, pressing the head of my cock, closing my eyes, focusing my attention on her breathy whimpers, “I wanna feel you rubbing your hot little pussy against me.”
She slipped two fingers inside her soaking cunt, fucking herself in a slow steady pace. I let myself picture it in my mind, my cock jerked and I bit back a groan.
“You were in my dream,” I breathed out, squeezing my balls, clutching the handset in between my ear and my shoulder, dragging my underwear to my ankles, kicking it off, “Naked, riding me, hot and needy.”
“Mmm,” she whimpered, probably arching her hips to meet the movement of her hand, “Tell me more.”
“My hands gripped you hips, holding you tight against me, while I kissed your chest licking your nipples and sucking them in, until you turned into a crying mess.”
The air got too thick with desire, a phone call turned into a porn talk, but I couldn’t resist it, couldn’t resist her. It was her who showed up in my sleep after all.
“Eddie,” she moaned and I grunted, seizing my cock harder, stroking it faster, “Fuck, I want to see you jerking off so bad,” she whimpered and I gritted my jaws to prevent from moaning, delirious, feeling her tongue swirling over the head of my cock, lapping up the trickle that oozed from the tip.
“Just close your eyes, think of me laying next to you, watching your little fingers slip in and out of that tight little cunt of yours, while I fist my cock, kneading your boobs and listening to you moaning my name.”
She took a sharp inhale after I blurted this out, that what she did when she clenched up. She was close to coming.
“I want to hear you fucking yourself, baby.”
She brought her phone lower, so I could hear the squelching sound of her pussy as she thrusted her fingers, frantically flicking her clit with her thumb. She worked her hand faster, curling her toes against the sheets. Fuck, my cock throbbed, I was getting fucking drunk on her, my fingers grazed my balls and I let out a low groan, the faint sound of her calling my name made me realise she was talking to me.
“I’m going to come,” she sobbed, aroused, flicking her clit relentlessly, “More, I need more.”
“I wish I could taste you right now, lick up all the mess you’re making, I wish those were my fingers you’re soaking right now, while you’re begging me to keep going and never stop.”
She gasped and cried, easing her knees together, riding her orgasm, “Oh, fuck Eddie.”
Her moaning my name triggered my own release, my cock jerked and I stilled, gritting my jaws and scrunching my nose at the sensation, while she still panted in my ear. My fist sloppily moved around the base and I felt cum rushing out to my stomach, “Jesus Christ.”
I let go, groaning loud this time, the sounds we made invaded my room and my damn mind.
“I love listening to you coming,” she admitted and I grinned to myself, giving my cock a few final strokes, closing my eyes and thinking of her, on her bed, just like this, naked, sweaty and slumberous.
“Are you gonna be here tomorrow? I could fuck you all day, then all night. Even when you milk me dry I could use my fingers on you. Your vibrator is still in my drawer, you know?”
She laughed lazily, “Okay, now will you let me sleep?”
“Not without a bedtime story.”
“You’ve gotten more than enough,” she patted back a yawn, “ Think of me by your side, goodnight, call you tomorrow.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
JEALOUS
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ oral, fem receiving; unprotected sex; breeding; kind of rough sex; bruising; ] minors dni!!
summary: she’s too jealous of him touching someone else, but he does it to exasperate her, until they let it all out fucking each other
word count: 2.8k
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My converse shoes hit the ground as I walked into the house making my way to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Lights flickered the room and involuntary my gaze fell to the corner, instantly spotting him. Black shirt, black leather jacket and his favourite knee ripped jeans along with white shoes. He wasn’t alone. I also spotted a girl that he trapped against the wall, one of his arms braced next to her head, the other holding his drink as he smiled sweetly at her. Anger coiled through me, I needed to get some alcohol for boosting my confidence and pushing my jealousy down. The beer they poured was cheap and disgusting, but it wasn’t like I had any other choice. I shoved the first one down my throat, taking a refill and pouring the half of it into me.
He wanted to play, okay, I could give him the satisfaction.
Leaning against the wall beside the two of them, I watched as his knuckles brushed her cheek, his fingers played with a strand of her hair as the girl laughed airy, probably at the stupid joke he made. We weren’t official, just casual sex, no string attached, but let’s be honest this shit never works, someone catches feelings anyways. I didn’t fall for him badly, but god, watching him touching someone else exasperated me to the point I wanted to strangle him, or her.
I stared at them blatantly, sipping my drink, he must have felt it, because his head snapped to me, catching my gaze, holding it with his startled brown eyes, his mortified expression changed into alive, curious and sort of proud, a flicker of mischief played on his face, like he planned this to drive me fucking mad and it worked.
Drinking the last drops of beer, I crumpled the cup in my fist, demonstratively throwing it into the nearby trashcan, turning on my heels and walking into one of the bedrooms, hoping with everything it wasn’t occupied. The odds were in my favour. I heard footsteps approaching me through the thudded music. I knew he’d follow. My back was facing the door that squeaked and then shut closed, I heard the click of the lock, staring outside at the cars passing and drunk people from the party swaying and laughing. The room was dim, the light from the window and two bedside lamps highlighted our silhouettes.
“Cute girl,” I broke the silence, already feeling the air getting thicker and his presence making my body tingly with need to touch, kiss, anything. I hated the effect he had on me, it made me weak.
“Jealous, huh?” he shoed closer, I still remained in the same position, gathering all my courage to turn and face him. The second beer hit my senses and I felt the wave of bravery washing over me.
“I don’t get jealous, Eddie,” I looked over my shoulder, spotting him a few steps away. He looked more intimidating, standing this close, tall. His bandana hung from the pocket on his jeans and his ring coated fingers looked so attractive I thought of them doing things to me. Nasty fucking things.
“Is that so?”
I let out a breathy laugh, shortening the distance between us, making him step backwards until his spine collided with the wall, “Jealous over her?” I pressed my knee against his crotch, slowly rubbing it up and down, watching him struggle, gritting his jaws, “You could touch her all you want, but—“ my lips brushed his ear, my hand replaced my knee as I squeezed his clothed hardening cock in my palm, “We both know you cum that much harder when it’s me you fuck, me you touch,” my lips ghosted the side of his neck, it took him everything to prevent from making any noise, “Me you kiss. Isn’t that so?”
A low growl tumbled up his throat, but he didn’t push my hand away, he just watched me with half lidded eyes and parted lips, breathing quicker than usual.
Suddenly, his fingers grasped my chin, tipping my head up to look at him, his thumb caressed my lower lip, making me gasp. That’s how it worked, a tiny touch from him and my self-control incinerated.
“Hell yeah, I cum that much harder, looking at you—” his hand traveled to my throat, down to cup my breast, through the cotton fabric of my dress, eliciting another breathy sound from me, “Reacting to my every touch, desperate, needy and helpless for me.”
Fuck, I loved it when we stayed alone, just the two of us, he acted different, dominant, confident as fuck, saying things he’d never say around his friends. Not out loud anyways.
“If I slide my fingers into your panties, am I gonna find you wet, sweetheart?” Oh fuck you Eddie Munson.
He took the reins, bucking me against another wall, looming over me, with his palm pressing the concrete behind my head, like he did with the girl outside, except his bulky thigh was trapped between mine and his lips were so close I could taste him, so close his hot breaths burned the skin of my cheeks.
“You wish.”
“I don’t have to,” his huge palm ran up my hip, inching my dress upward until it was over my head and on the floor, his thumb found my clit and pressed, making me choke on air and shiver, “You’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” he pushed my panties to the side, caressing my slick folds, sliding one finger just an inch inside, covering himself in my wetness, “That’s what I thought.”
Abruptly, he stepped away, taking his hands off of me. He tossed his leather jacket on the chair, remaining in tight black t-shirt, that perfectly hugged his carved chest. I wanted to scratch it, mark him.
“Silent now?” his eyes skimmed the curves of my body, hungry and lustful, I noticed him licking his lower lip, “So fucking beautiful,” he mouthed more to himself than me. He came back close, bracing his arms on the wall, caging me, tilting his head to the side so he could have a better look of my face. He leaned forward, closing the gap between our bodies, his lips ghosted mine and the scent of his cologne hit my senses, making me dizzy, heat crept up my cheeks and the words froze on my tongue.
His large palms grabbed my ass and he dragged the last piece of my clothes down, lowering himself, kneeling in front of me. Fuck.
I felt the knot in my stomach tightening and tugging, sending hot flushes through my body, his eyes caught mine, with an innocent puppy look, but also a glimpse of mischief, they weren’t just brown anymore, they were molten with lust. Without a warning he latched his mouth to my cunt, lightly, so lightly, running the tip of his tongue up against my slit, spreading me open. I gasped, clutching his hair, biting my lip, trying my best not to give him the satisfaction of the pornographic sounds coming out of me. His heavy palms gripped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, while his tongue delved deeper as he flicked it and clicked it, licking me rough and fast.
“Damn you, Eddie,” I whined, tightening my hold on his curly locks, bringing his face closer to my body, “Oh, fuck—“ It felt good. He felt good. His lips wrapped around my clit as he sucked, slow and deliberate, stealing glances at my slumberous face. His tongue was spreading me apart, while his hands squeezed my hips, his fingertips dug too deep, too harsh, making it painful. I propped my leg on the chair that stood a few meters away, still wearing my shoes, that’s when I felt something thick filling me in. His fingers, two of them.
I couldn’t help it anymore, a moan tumbled up my throat, breaking out, echoing through the room. I was hoping music outside was loud enough to cover our mess. My breaths caught in my throat, my walls tightened on his fingers, “Eddie—“ I tugged on his roots, probably too hard, he growled, his voice reverberating through me, sending another wave of pleasure, I relished it.
He remained silent, keeping his mouth and fingers busy bringing me to my high, flicking his tongue faster, grasping my hip tighter.
“Eddie—“ I hated myself for how many times I’ve already moaned his name and for how many more I will, but he did fucking wonders, sending me to another dimension. I came, clamping a hand over my mouth muffling the screams caused by sensation of him fucking me as my pussy rippled around his fingers. When it all subsided I noticed him looking up at me, grinning.
“Wipe that nasty smirk off your face.”
“You should’ve seen yourself,” he pushed himself up to his feet, towering over me again. I fisted his shirt, suddenly feeling small, still sensitive from my orgasm.
“Shut up, will you?”
“Make me.” He smiled at me with a taunting expression, throwing me a challenge. His shirt went off and I took in the tattoo on his chest, licking my lips, staring a little too long. He didn’t stop me, when I seized his belt, unclasping it and tugging his pants down along with his plaid boxers. His cock, hard, jutted out to his stomach, deep red, pre cum oozing from his tip. I spat into the palm of my hand, rubbing it up and down his base, pressing his fat tip with my thumb, listening to his throaty growls. I stepped forward he backed away repeatedly, until his heels hit the bedside and he fell down the mattress. He kicked off his shoes along with his jeans, propping himself on his elbows watching me watching him. We made a mess in the room, clothes littered the floor, the room smelled like sex and perfume.
“You’re so hot when you’re jealous,” he mocked me, exasperating, but I was so turned on, I needed him.
“Whatever,” I bent down to unlace my black converse shoes, when his huge palm clamped my hand, stopping me.
“Don’t,” his touch landed on the back of my thighs, his lips faintly skimmed my stomach and my knees gave in, “I’m gonna fuck you like this,” his hair tickled my skin and I pawed for his shoulders to steady myself, “Come here.”
I straddled his lap, feeling his cock grazing my clit, slightly grinding on him, desperate for friction, my face millimetres away from his, “I’m here,” I whispered, grunting softly, clinging to his neck as I bucked my hips leisurely.
The air between us got too thick, his hot breaths burned my skin as we stared at each other, panting. His hold on my hips was firm, he let out a strangled groan, finally kissing me. He was slow, so torturously slow, but I loved it. The kiss was wet and deep, his tongue fought with mine and I dug my nails into his shoulders for not letting me take the reins. That earned me a chuckle from him and a slap on my ass.
My hand found his cock and I stroked him, lifting myself and sliding his tip against my cunt, lowering down, easing him inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunted, running his hands up and down the sides of my body, burying his face into the crook of my neck, peppering it with tiny kisses, “Now admit you were jealous,” he said, teasing my neck with kisses, giving his attention to every inch, helping me grind on him.
“I wasn’t,” I breathed out, closing my eyes at the pleasure he caused me.
“Liar,” he lowered his head, levelling my bare breasts, brushing his lips ever so slightly, causing me to grit my jaws and scratch his arms, “Getting all possessive over me, I’m flattered.”
“I don’t care,” I lied, ready to feel his mouth on my nipple. When I didn’t, my eyes flew open only to find him staring at me, the look on his face somewhat disappointed, “Eddie,” I touched his cheek, clean shaven, fuck, he closed his eyes leaning into my touch for a second, then he snapped out of it, his hands gripped my thighs, making me roll them over and over again, humping him, while his lips attacked my neck. I whined at the pain as he sucked my soft skin, nibbling the sensitive area. He marked me, leaving hickey after hickey on both sides of my neck, having a bruising grip on my hips. It was rough, just what I needed.
“Eddie, oh—“
My movements quickened as I bounced on him up and down, deliberately clenching around him, making him moan into my skin.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone, but you,” he rasped, capturing my lips, letting go, lowering himself on his back, placing a pillow underneath his head, his curls splashing around blue sheets as I rode his dick, planting my clammy palms on his stomach, feeling it tighten under my touch. I leaned into him, his hands rested on the small of my back, caressing. His gentle touch contrasting with the force of his mouth and his grip moments ago.
“Oh yeah?” my whisper lingered on his lips and his cock slipped out of me, making me feel empty and aching. A whimper escaped me, but he was quick to guide himself back inside me, bending his knees, thrusting his hips, deep and slow.
“Mhm,” he hummed, looking at my boobs that practically poked his face. His eyes bore into mine and a mischievous smirk crossed his face, he bucked his hips and latched his mouth to one of my boobs, palming the other, eliciting a loud moan from me.
He sucked hard, taking a mouthful, just as much as he could fit, pinching my other nipple between his fingers, while I ground my ass on him. He bruised my chest too. I was getting marked all the way from my throat to my cleavage. He sucked another, relieving it with a sloppy sound, leaving my nipples hard, wet and throbbing.
With a swift motion I was lowered on my back, my legs wrapped around his torso as he pushed back and forth, quickening the pace of his movements.
Huge palm weighed me down, pressing my stomach and a loud growl echoed through the room, when he saw his cock moving inside me.
He propped my legs over his shoulders, holding me by my waist, going all the way in and out, his balls slapping against my skin, my heels hitting his shoulder blades, making him hiss.
“Eddie,” I whispered, powerless and exhausted, feeling my walls tightening around him and the knot in my stomach slowly unraveling. He took two handfuls of my breasts, kneading my yielding flesh, his eyes holding mine, “You’re a goddess.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant it or it just slipped under the enticement of my body. We both were drunk on sex, tipsy from the drinks and too caught up in the sensations of having each other this close.
“Kiss me,” I whimpered, threading my hands through the dark hair of his, pulling him closer.
My right hand darted to my clit, rubbing little circles, making my pussy ripple around him as he tipped me over the edge with his fierce thrusts and his voracious mouth on mine.
I let out a scream, so loud, but he was quick to shut me up, swallowing it all, kissing and kissing me everywhere he could. My nails dug into his back, scratching a path down as he fucked me through my high, squeezing my boobs and biting the skin of my neck.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, his movements growing sloppier, he let go of me, his hand propped on the mattress to steady himself, the other darted to grab his cock.
“No,” I snatched his wrist, panting for air, “Don’t pull out.”
It was like something snapped in him and he started fucking me fast again, looking down at me, his lips parted. He stilled, twitching inside of me and I felt his warm cum spilling out, filling me in, “Oh, fuck, baby—“
Our breaths calmed down a bit, the euphoric feeling subsided and he finally slipped out, collapsing next to me. I eased my knees together, still sensitive, turning to my side to face him. He found a lock of my hair, coiling it around his finger watching me with a drowsy expression, “Come closer.”
I did. Shifting on the sheets, I closed the gap between us, trapping his thigh between mine, tracing the edges of the tattoo on his chest, the graze of my touch made him take a sharp inhale. I hid a smile.
His heavy arm was draped around my waist, pulling me completely into him, his lips touched my temple, my cheek, my chin, leaving gentle kisses and his low raspy voice lingered over my ear, “Maybe I should make you jealous on daily basis, huh?”
I slapped his shoulder playfully, holding back my laugh, “Bastard.”
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CAN’T STOP
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ fingering; boob play; ] minors dni!!
summary: learning playing guitar didn’t go as planned
word count: 1.3k
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“No you’re doing it the wrong way,” Eddie shook his head in disbelief, “Repeat again.”
“Eddie ate dynamite, goodbye Eddie,” I laughed, he just told me it is the easiest way to memorise string names.
I watched him as he walked across the bed, the mattress sunk under his weight and I felt the heat of his body meeting my half bare back. His brawny arms captured me from behind as he placed his fingers over mine, guiding them in right direction, “Let’s try it together.” We did. It sounded better.
“See, it’s not as hard as you thought it would be,” his laugh rumbled through my chest, and I turned to look over my shoulder, noticing him looking at me. Our gaze held and a minute stretched into eternity. We were close enough to kiss.
“Okay, let me try it myself,” I licked my dry lips, giving him a faint smile, returning back into reality. I put my fingers just where he told me to, playing a chord, it didn’t sound as terrible this time.
“See!” he exclaimed, placing a kiss on my shoulder, grinning as we won a million dollars.
“Eddie—“ his name came out half as a warning, half as a plea, “Let’s try more,” I suggested, “Together?”
“Okay, come here.”
He pushed himself to the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard, spreading his knees for me to fit in, dragging me into the enticement of his body. His chest met my back, wrapping me up into the warmth of his touch and his presence. I took his guitar, propping it on my thigh, feeling Eddies arms winding around my waist. Something in the pit of my stomach tugged and tugged, I wanted him to touch me more. We were in his room, it was around nine in the evening, dark outside, only a dim glow from his bedside lamp surrounded the room, casting two shadows on a wall.
“What’s you favourite song?” he asked, too close, his breaths brushed my ear, sending shivers through me.
“Dancing in the dark.”
“Springsteen, huh?”
He peeked out from behind my back, resting his chin on my shoulder, rumbling the chords, “I play, you sing.”
“No way,” I tipped my head to the side, the scent of him hit my senses as my nose brushed his curls and I got lost in him, forgetting about the everything until his voice brought me back.
“Come on, I heard you sing, you’re good.”
“Fine,” I sighed, nestling into him tighter, feeling his thick fingers grasping mine as he started playing.
“You can’t start a fire, you can’t start a fire without a spark,” I sang, our fingers fiddled with strings as Eddie moved them along the riff, “This gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”
He played it slower than the original, my voice was low and raspy and the atmosphere became a little too intimate. He hit the last string and pushed the guitar away, settling it on the floor against the nightstand.
“It was amazing,” he nuzzled my neck, tightening his hold on my body and a little breathy groan escaped me. He noticed it, but didn’t say anything, instead, he pushed my hair away and latched his lips to the side of my neck, leaving wet open mouthed kisses. Involuntary I opened up to him, tipping my head to the right, giving more space for him to explore.
“Eddie—“ I whispered, clutching his shins in my hands, breathing hard, feeling the flipping in my stomach growing stronger.
“I can’t stop,” he murmured into my skin, kissing his way up, “I can’t stop, sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about this since you came in.”
“Don’t stop then.”
His heavy palms skimmed the sides of my body, finding the zipper on my shorts, undoing it and tugging them down, “Do you trust me?” his voice was low in my ear, the scent of his body, spicy and masculine, made my head light, dizzy, while his touch weakened me, “I do.”
I helped him get me out of my shorts, staying in my maroon coloured panties, already slick with arousal. God, he got me so wet without even touching me properly.
A shudder run through me when his fingers slipped inside my underwear, stroking me up and down, brushing my clit casually, “Fucking hell. Someone’s excited.”
Nothing, but a gasp tumbled up my throat and I relaxed on his chest, my head heavy on his shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted as I tried to steady my breathing. Two fingers sank into me and I scratched his jeans, the cold metal of his rings added to the sensations, burning my skin, “Oh, Eddie—“
“Yes, baby,” his free hand pushed my top up, baring my skin, exposing my chest to him, “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” His thrusts were slow and sensual, contrasting with the force of pinching on my nipples. He did one at a time and I desperately wanted his mouth on them, “Isn’t you uncle home?”
“No,” he chuckled, planting a kiss on my temple. My arm stretched out to grab the back of his head as I threaded my fingers through the loose dark strands, “You can moan all you want.”
His fingers curled inside me and I whimpered, clenching around him, my own fingers darted to my clit, rubbing it relentlessly as I chased my orgasm. He started moving rougher and faster, making me grab a fistful of his hair, “Eddie, fuck, don’t stop, please don’t—“
The sloppy sound of my wetness and our slapping skin invaded the room. My hips bucked into his hand, my fingers stilled, when the ripples crushed over me. I moaned, loud, biting my lip to prevent from screaming even more, covering his wrist on my breast with mine, “Eddie.”
When the high subsided, I lifted myself up and turned to face him, searching for his eyes, taking my top off completely and throwing it away. My fingers grasped his chin and I felt slight stubble prickling my skin, “Kiss me.”
He didn’t hesitate, he held me by my hips, pulling me onto his lap, crushing his mouth with mine, lustful and demanding, eliciting little whimpers from me. My chest brushed his soft shirt, his ring coated fingers dug into my thighs, squeezing and exploring the curves of my body.
His tongue slipped in my mouth, teeth, sharp and hungry, closed on my lower lip in the end of the kiss, “You’re perfect little thing.” He tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear, brushing his nose against mine, claiming my lips one last time. His mouth veered to my throat, descending to my chest and just like that my nipple was in his mouth. Fuck, how good he felt, I wanted to scream, to get lost in him, memorise his every move. He sucked and licked, taking as much as he could fit in his mouth, giving my nipples extra attention, while I brushed my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer, grinding on his lap, burying my nose into the top of his head to suppress my moans.
“Eddie!?” male voice called from behind the door.
“Shit,” he pulled away, still holding me tight, “I’m here, not alone, be out in a minute.”
Heat crept up my cheek, the thought of his uncle walking in on use like this flashed through my mind, that would be fucking embarrassing. Sliding off of Eddie’s lap, I pulled my top on and pawed for my shorts, but he snatched my wrist, “Stay, please. I’ll walk out there and talk to him, okay?”
I closed my eyes and took a big long inhale, “Are you sure?”
“I want you to stay the night, we could play more,” he granted me his sweetest smile, but the dark mischievous flicker in his eyes let me know he didn’t only mean his guitar, “I’ll be back,” he got up to his feet, kissing my temple, taking something out from his drawer, “Get changed,” he winked at me, throwing me a dark cloth — his shirt, “See you in a minute.”
EASY, BABY
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected sex; fingering; oral, fem receiving, male receiving; ] minors dni!!
summary: eddie gets detention and he has to spend his time locked in a classroom with the girl he likes, she suggests him to play a little question game
word count: 2.3k
a/n: all of my characters are mature (they’re in college, not school) if you have requests, you’re welcome in my ask box <3 eddie’s pov!! enjoy!
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“You’re late.”
Yeah, yeah, I was late for my detention, which I got for being late. Hilarious.
I wasn’t there alone though, I spotted a familiar figure sitting behind the desk in the first row. The girl of my dreams.
“Sorry— Uh, I was—“ I lifted my fingers in the air, pointing behind my back, trying to come up with a shitty excuse, when I noticed the girl looking over her shoulder. Looking at me. Our eyes locked, held and for a moment I stopped breathing, forgetting about the teacher in front of me, my detention, everything. We flirted, we kissed twice, while playing spin the bottle at the party. She felt like heaven. I wasn’t sure if she was as interested in me, she seemed to have high standards and all. Out of my league. But the thought of spending the whole hour with her alone made me smile.
“Come in already,” Mr. Gruwell said, shuffling his feet towards his table, “There are tasks, you have an hour. Don’t even think about skipping and running away, because I’m going to lock you both,” he frowned, fixing the glasses that hung on the bridge of his nose and I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek, suppressing a grin.
He gave us the papers and left, shutting the door and clicking the lock. A loud sigh escaped me as I leaned agains the backrest of my chair, folding my arms on my chest, bending my head to look at the girl next to me, “We’re not really doing this, are we?” I raised an eyebrow in question, catching her attention. God those eyes, sparkling with amusement, caught mine.
“No, we aren’t,” she smiled, “I have a better idea, let’s play a game, Eddie.”
Eddie. My name sounded different when she spoke it. I loved it.
A grin flickered my lips and I propped my elbow on the desk, supporting my chin, watching her with a curious expression, “What kind of game?” Maybe I was imagining that, but she leaned closer, I could smell her minty breath and a hint of sweet perfume. The familiar scent made my head dizzy.
“I’m going to ask you questions, you have to reply fast, without thinking.”
“Okay.”
“Your full name?”
“Edward. Edward Munson,” I said with a serious expression, but it was so hard to hold back a laugh. My eyes darted to her lips, I saw her biting it to hide a smile and involuntary my body tensed, the memory of our kiss from the other night rushed through my mind, “Do I have to ask you questions back?”
“No,” she shifted, still too close to me but not close enough.
“Who’s Steve Harrington?”
“My friend, well technically he’s Dustin’s, Robin’s, Nan—”
“Do you have any tattoos?”
I chuckled, dropping my gaze to my knees, “It’s rude to interrupt, you know,” I sniffled, fiddling with my bracelet, “Yeah, a few, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed them,” I winked at her, watching heat creeping up her neck, but she brushed it off.
“What’s the game you’re playing with those kids?”
“D&D.”
“Do you care what people think of you?”
“Mostly no.”
“Mostly?”
“Only a few people.”
“Your friends?”
I smiled at her cunning, not sure where she was going with that.
“Maybe.”
“Are you attracted to anyone in your friend group?”
“No.”
“People you care about?”
“My uncle, my friends.”
“Where do you like to be kissed?”
“My neck.”
She was literally weaving a spell over me and I got so lost in those eyes, I couldn’t think straight, it felt like she was pulling the answers out of me.
“What was the last time you went to a party?”
“Last week, the one you were at. We made out.”
She definitely remembered it, we kissed in front of everyone, it was just a dare, but I was hoping she enjoyed it at least half as much as I did.
“Have you ever pictured me naked?”
I blinked, not sure if I heard her right, “Excuse—?”
“Have you ever pictured me naked, yes or no?”
“I’m not answering that,” I protested, covering the back of her palm with my hand, watching her lips parting and her breaths becoming more rapid.
“Yes or no?” she rasped, inching her face closer, almost close enough to kiss. Fuck, it was getting harder to keep myself sane, knowing we were locked and had a whole hour to ourselves.
“No.”
“When was the last time you lied?”
“A few seconds ago.”
Lust swirled in her eyes, her hand was clammy in mine as I gave it a squeeze, “My turn,” I interrupted, before she could torture me more, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
Our knees brushed and the air between our bodies got too thick, her scent invaded my senses and I could feel my pants tightening around my dick.
“Kiss you back,” she whispered nervously, placing her other hand on my thigh and it was all I needed to hear.
My palm grasped her chin and I smashed my lips against hers, dragging her closer, making her straddle my lap. Her palms landed on my shoulders as she slipped her tongue in my mouth and I listened to the sweet little whimpers that tumbled up her throat, “Eddie—“ I dug my fingertips into her hips harder, feeling her grinding on me, “I want to fuck you,” I left a kiss in the corner of her mouth, “Right here,” another one on her lower lip, “Right now,” caught her upper lip between mine, “Can I fuck you, please?”
She pulled away, carefully studying my face, “You’re so sexy, when you beg,” she chuckled, stealing another kiss from me, “Yes,” her lips veered to my neck, slightly sucking onto my skin, making me groan and wind my hands around her waist pushing her into my chest, “Fuck me, Eddie,” she bit and licked the sensitive flesh, marking me, “Slow and deep.”
I leapt up to my feet, with her in my arms, shoeing to the teachers table, it was bigger and looked way much solid than our desks.
She hissed, when her bare skin met the cold wood, “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured, pushing her skirt up to her waist and kneeling down. Her panties were soaked, I swallowed thickly, not believing this was actually happening. Girls like her didn’t like boys like me. But there she was, needy and desperate for my touch.
“God, you’re so hot,” I looked up at her, pressing her clothed clit with my thumb, watching her lips part as a moan escaped her mouth and I grinned, satisfied, “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
I stroked her a little more, then my thumbs hooked into the hem of her underwear and I dragged them down her legs, slowly, savouring the moment. She spread her thighs for me, waiting for my reaction.
I couldn’t resist her, not like this.
My lips landed on the inside of her thigh as I kissed my way up to her cunt, getting closer and pulling away, purposefully avoiding the spot where she needed me the most. My teeth sunk into her flesh, leaving a huge red bite mark. She whined, threading her fingers through my hair, tugging the curly strands, eliciting a smile from me. “Eddie, I need you,” she breathed out, looking down on me with half lidded eyes, her face shining with need and hope, “Please.”
“You’re so sexy, when you beg,” I teased, placing another kiss on her leg, my palms gripped her ass, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. I licked a stripe up her slit and she gave up, relaxing in my hold, breathing hard and fiddling with my hair, trying to get me closer. I licked her again, tasting her, wanting more and more and more. My lips wrapped around her clit and she bit her fist to prevent from screaming, painfully grasping my hair with her other hand.
“Easy, baby,” I chuckled and the low rumble of my voice echoed through her body. My thumb massaged her folds, slick with arousal, while I sucked on her clit, pleased with every response to my touch that her body gave me, “Aren’t you a good little girl?”
Her toes curled when I pushed a finger inside and her hand darted to knead her boob under her shirt. She was so shameless as if we fucked every day.
“More,” she groaned, holding onto the edge of the desk, “Oh god, right there.”
I entered another finger, thrusting them in and out and curling them to give her the pleasure she desperately craved, “Fuck, how many nights I wished I could hear you moan my name.”
My cock was hard, I needed to get a relief too, but she was on the first place, I wouldn’t go any further if she didn’t want me to.
“Faster, Eddie, please.”
I flicked my tongue relentlessly, fingering her as fast as I could. She came, oh, she came. It was a pure bliss. Her moan echoed off the walls of the classroom and I wished no one else heard us, because I wasn’t finished, because I was selfish and wanted her to scream for me and me only.
“This was amazing,” she murmured, out of breath, dragging me up and close, rewarding me with yet another kiss.
Her hands found their way to my belt and without hesitation she undid the buckle, pushing them down, palming my cock, latching her lips to my neck. I groaned, clenching my jaws, holding tight onto her hips, her fingers grazed my balls and I couldn’t help it anymore. I snatched her wrists, pinning them in the air, “Careful, sweetheart.”
A smug smirk curled on her lips, she freed her arms and slipped a hand into my boxers, her warm touch meeting my bare skin. “Fuck,” I cursed, choking on air, my stomach tightened and I had to bite my tongue to prevent from making any noise.
“Come on, Eddie,” she slipped off the desktop pushing my chest, making me stumble back, and now, she was the one kneeling in front of me, “I wanna play with you too.”
Suddenly, my pants were around my ankles along with my underwear, my cock jutted out to my stomach and I swallowed hard, carefully tracing her movements with my eyes.
She stuck her tongue out and licked a line up the base, smiling up at me. My lids grew heavier and my breaths turned uneven, when she sucked the tip in, lapping up the trickle that met her tongue.
I grunted, clutching her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed it up and down repeatedly, taking as deep as she could. My cock hit the back of her throat and I pulled out, squeezing the tip of my cock , holding my orgasm back.
“No, no, no, no, no, sweetheart,” I propped her back to her feet, holding her close, my whisper ghosting her lips, “You don’t want me to come before I fuck your tight little cunt, do you?”
“Oh, shut up, Munson,” she rolled her eyes in annoyance, slapping my chest playfully. I didn’t budge. Laughing under my breath I fisted her shirt and took it off of her, the rest of her clothes followed and there she stood absolutely naked in front of me, exposed.
“Fuck, how can you be this beautiful?” my gaze flickered over her body and I shook my head in disbelief. The girl of my dreams willingly got into this mess with me.
I swivelled her around, making her spine press my chest, it matched perfectly as if she was made for me, “Slow and deep, huh?” I whispered in her ear, grazing her earlobe with my teeth, nibbling the sensitive spot until she yielded to me so I could bend her over and fuck her as she wished. I took two handfuls of her breasts, gently squeezing them, making her knees buck and her head rest on my shoulder. Her eyes closed as I pinched her nipples, aiming for a sweet spot between pain and pleasure.
“Eddie—“ she gasped, when I let go and weighed her down with my palm, firm on her lower back. Her cheek pressed cold wood, she was wet as hell, waiting for what I could give her, obeying whatever I asked.
I teased her slickness with the tip of my cock, covering myself in her wetness and sunk into her in one persistent push, “Fucking hell.”
I was fucking delirious, gripping her body tight, my cold metal rings burned her skin as I squeezed her ass, watching myself sliding back and forth. Her clingy cunt looked perfect around my cock, it felt even better.
“What was that you asked me? Have I ever pictured you naked? Fuck, yes I have, every damn night I wished you were in my bed so I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
She whimpered and I felt her walls clenching around me, making me choke on my own saliva. I cleared my throat, clutching her neck with my fingers, pushing her up to my height, still bucking my hips, fucking her and listening to her breathy little sounds, “Have you pictured me?” I demanded, too overwhelmed, too high on her close presence. My thrusts were slow and deep, fuck she took me so well, too damn well and I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to.
“I have.”
“Yeah? Tell me about that.”
I thrusted again and again, feeling her weakening in my arms, my fingers found her clit and I started drawing lazy circles on it, feeling her pussy clenching me again.
“You, oh—“
“Mmm?” my lips peppered kisses on her neck, I could feel her pulse throb under the tip of my tongue, her arm reached behind to make a mess out of my hair.
“I fantasised about you touching me in class,” she sobbed, overwhelmed “With everyone else in the room, finger me, kiss my neck and whisper in my ear to be quiet.”
I pressed her clit harder and she screamed, scratching my arm, digging her nails into my skin making me take a sharp inhale and allow a low sound to leave my mouth, “I imagined you fucking me at that party, after we made out for spin the bottle, I— fuck.” She leaned onto me, locking in a long spasm as her pussy rippled around my cock, my fingers still flicked her clit relentlessly, guiding her through her high.
“Eddie, oh—“
She came, for the second time, a crying mess gasping for air. I bent her over the desk again, thrusting faster, feeling myself twitch, “Oh , fuck, sweetheart,” I held her down, feeling the wave of pleasure washing over me. Sliding out, I stroked my dick, allowing white ribbons of cum spill onto her lower back and her ass, pleased with the mess that we’ve made.
Panting, I lifted her and swirled her to face me, “Perfect,” I whispered, stroking her lower lip with my thumb, “You’re perfect.” I kissed her, gentle, inhaling her, memorising the scent and the taste once again, “Now, what was that about our party make out?”
