like just lounging around his pool together. him attempting backflips just to impress you (you’re already dating). you’d be tanning on a float while steve was swimming laps. you’ve noticed that it’s gotten a little too quiet and before you can even register what’s happening, you’re suddenly plunged under water. When you come back up to the surface, you realize he flipped over your float and was now laughing at you. this resulted in you both getting into a splash fight until he pulls you close to him and attacks your face with kisses.
could you imagine his tanned back?? freckles splattered across it, more prominent now because of the sun. mmm, watching his back muscles flex while he makes you an afternoon snack. oh my god, rubbing sunscreen on it because he can’t reach.
makeout sessions in the back of his beamer behind the mall while he’s on break at scoops (he should’ve been back 15 minutes ago). seeing his dazed expression when you pull away. pupils blown, lips covered in your lip gloss, and him looking at you like you hung the stars.
him taking you to the summer carnival and winning you prizes (he’s surprisingly good at booth games). him taking you to the ferris wheel before the fireworks show starts. you didn’t see him tip the guy before getting in the cart. when you guys stopped at the top, he pulled you closer. the fireworks began and you watched in amazement, but all steve could do was admire you. he ends up pulling you into a long passionate kiss. big smiles adorned your faces when you pull away.
he would be the best summer fling/boyfriend. #needthat
Could I request number 8 public sex with Dr. Jack Abbott? Thank you! ☺️
Absolutely
18+
Jack knew he was going to have trouble keeping up with a much younger girlfriend, but he’d never expected it’d be like this.
When he’d started dating you a few months ago, he’d quickly been exposed to many new and perverted ways to have fun, especially since he was at a one-round-a-day-maximum age. He’d had to figure out new and exciting ways to handle your much higher sex drive.
Jack enjoyed it, though. Your neediness gave him an opportunity to use his brain to come up with creative methods.
His latest innovation was currently biting him in the ass, though.
You’d come to visit him at work, and for the past 30 minutes or so he’d had to watch as you chewed on your lower lip and shifted where you sat at the hub. He was almost finished with his shift, having been on his feet for almost 12 hours, so when you’d pranced in, saying hi to all of his coworkers and pressing a sweet little kiss to his cheek, he’d felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Until you’d whispered in his ear: “I brought your favorite toy, daddy.”
Instantly, his cock throbbed in his cargo pants. His favorite toy was the little insertable vibrator that hugged your g-spot and clit perfectly.
Normally, he loved to watch you squirm around and beg for him to allow you to cum. This was not as fun though, because he was busy and actively trying to save lives. He technically didn’t have time to torture you in front of all of his colleagues. But he was weak and couldn’t get the thought of that toy buried between your legs, under your sweats, while you chatted with some of the residents at the Hub.
Jack had the control app on his phone, and he just couldn’t resist. He set it on the lowest setting as he went about his business. His plan was to keep you at a low level of arousal until he could finish his work and then fuck you in the parking lot before the two of you went to breakfast.
Until he saw one of the new residents sitting a little too close to you, leaning into your space to look at what you were showing him on your phone. Jack didn’t even remember the little 20-something year old shithead’s name, but he couldn’t help his jealous streak.
He turned the intensity up to a 7. He’d never been more thankful that the toy was silent. Instantly, he watched your spine straighten and your legs cross. Your cheeks were getting red.
“Are you ok?” The shithead asked.
“Y-yeah,” your hand came up to your mouth. Jack could see you trembling. It gave him a sick sense of satisfaction to see you so close to breaking in such a public space. “Just- just not feeling great.”
Your smile was weak and watery, your gaze flicking over to Jack before focusing back on the resident next to you.
“Do you need to get checked out?”
He was fuming as the shithead lifted his hand to check your temperature. Just as his hand made contact with your forehead, Jack turned the vibrator all the way up to a 10, the maximum setting.
Jack watched your eyes squeeze shut, your hand covering your mouth tightly as a spasm shook your body. He watched you cum in the middle of the hub, a resident’s hand on your forehead. A squeak forced its way out of your lips despite your best efforts.
“Hey, maybe you should get an exam,” the shithead looked very concerned.
“I’ve got it,” Jack finally stepped in, turning the vibrations down to a 2.
“I can do it Dr. Abbot-”
“I can exam my girlfriend, thank you,” Jack shot him a look that he hoped said back the fuck off and not I’m going to fuck the shit out of her in South 18. “C’mon sweetheart.”
He helped you up, placing one hand on your lower back to guide you through the corridors to reach the relatively isolated exam room. He ushered you inside, shutting and locking the door before yanking the curtain shut behind him.
“Take your clothes off and bend over.”
Your smile was sly as you shimmied out of your sweats. “Yes, Doctor.”
warnings: smut, sleepy sex, reader begging mhm, dom steve ofc, cursing, unprotected p in v, mentions of multiple rounds, dirty talk, probably more :) genuinely wrote this in 30 minutes cause i couldn’t sleep and wanted an excuse to use the three pics above <3
word count: 1.5k
You were restless.
There was no other way to describe it. You were so tired, you could genuinely feel the exhaustion seeped into your bones, and yet you’ve had no luck actually falling asleep for the past two hours.
You’d been tossing and turning in the sheets every five second and still, there was no clear reason as to why you couldn’t.
That was a lie.
There was, in fact, a disgustingly clear reason.
You were itching for Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington, who was laying right beside you, peacefully sleeping and snoring into the air.
You shifted onto your side again to face your boyfriend. He was lying on his back, one arm slung off his side of the bed and the other tucked beneath your neck.
He looked so peaceful. He deserved it really, you two had gone three rounds before he finally succumbed to sleep – but you weren’t so lucky.
For some reason, it just still wasn’t enough. It was one of those nights where that ache deep in your stomach, in your core, just couldn’t be satiated.
It would be so easy. To snuggle closer, let your hands wander, whisper into his ear and ask him to just take care of you. He looked so pretty and content – the polite thing to do would be to just deal with it and let him sleep.
But he just looked so pretty.
And you were desperate.
It didn’t matter that you were only in a loose t-shirt of his and your panties, your skin was buzzing and hot, like a million little bees stinging you and the wounds were blooming along your skin. It was hard to ignore the throbbing between your legs, wordlessly begging for the one thing you craved.
You slid closer to Steve, your face pressed into the exposed crook of his neck. You breathed in the smell of him – a mix of salt and his shampoo and the faint trace of your own perfume. It was addicting.
“Steve,” You murmured, the tip of your nose brushing along his skin. He didn’t budge.
You pressed your body closer to his, one of your legs hitching over his waist. The faintest brush of his body rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip to suppress the moan begging to come out. You were wound so tight, the smallest amount of contact was about to push you over.
Your lips met the skin of his neck, placing small wet kisses there. “Steve,” You tried again, your thigh tightening around his waist. He shifted then, just barely.
Your voice was a desperate mess and you knew you looked just as bad. You shouldn’t be bothering the man while he sleeps but every rational part of yourself has seemed to disappear tonight.
“Stevie, please.”
Finally, he stirs. Instinctively, his hand rises from where it hangs off the bed and finds the bare skin of your thigh. He squeezes it in his palm as his eyes flutter open, squinting to adjust to the darkness.
He hums softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is rough from sleep and the sound shoots straight through your body, down to your core.
You whine quietly, your teeth nipping into his neck. “Can’t sleep. I – I need you s’much,”
Steve shifts, his palm still firm against your thigh, and pulls you even closer to him. “Again?”
His tone isn’t mean, just a little teasing, even if a bit tired. You would’ve smacked him for it if you weren’t so tense. Instead, you nodded against him, your arm sliding up his bare chest and holding onto his shoulder tight.
“Please. I can’t take it,”
Steve must’ve heard just how close you were to literal tears. His hand leaves your thigh and raises to grip your jaw in his palm, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Don’t cry baby,” He murmurs, his lips ghosting of yours. His breath is warm against your lips and it takes every ounce of strength not to drag him down to you. “I’ll take care of you. S’that what you need?”
“Mhmm,” You nod, eyes wide and body pliant for him.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers just before his lips meet yours. It’s a slow but deep kiss and his tongue doesn’t hesitate before slipping into your mouth. His tongue laps against yours, savoring the trace of himself from earlier in the night.
You moan against his mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders. His skin feels just as hot as your own and suddenly, you don’t feel as bad about waking him up.
He wraps one arm around your waist and holds you still as he shifts onto his side, facing you fully. His mouth doesn’t part from yours for even a second as his hand slides down, tugging his boxers past his thighs and kicks them away.
Your breathing picks up as you moan into his mouth. Your stomach is twisting with nerves and your heart beats so fast you’re sure he can hear it.
He drags his mouth away from yours, but leads it to your jaw and down to your neck. He leaves a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses across the skin there, teeth nipping and sucking.
He pulls your panties to the side, hitches your leg over his hip, and easily lines himself up at your entrance.
Just the feeling of his thick tip pressing against your folds has you keening into him. He gently shushes you and in one smooth moment, pushes inside until he’s fully seated.
A choked moan rips from your mouth, your tense body finally loosening as you get lost in the feeling of him. Steve pulls his hips back and thrusts in again, finding his deep and steady pace immediately.
The hours you’d spent in agony had your cunt drenched already, and the lewd sounds of your slick coating on his cock filled the room.
Steve wraps both arms around your body and pulls you into him, his hips continuing their pace, and groans into your hair.
“Fuck, you always feel s’good for me,”
His words go straight to your cunt and your walls flutter, squeezing around his thick length. You mirror the hold he has on your body onto his own. You hold him tight as his hips piston into you.
“Hmph – oh my god,” You moan into his shoulder, the sound muffled.
“I know baby, I know.” Steve grunts in agreement. “This is all you needed, huh? Just needed to be stuffed full again,”
You nod into his shoulder and spew a string of moans and curses. The knot in your stomach begins to form, and fast. Your thigh convulses around his waist and you both feel the way your pussy begins to spasm around him.
“Yeah, I know that’s what you needed.” He pants, his hips picking up their pace just slightly. Your pussy weeps for him, sucking him even further inside yourself.. “You’re fuckin’ soaking me, baby. This greedy cunt just crying and begging for me, huh?”
His crass words should be enough to turn you away but it does the exact opposite. Your arms tighten around his neck, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin.
Every deep thrust he gives you hits that spongy spot inside your cunt only he’s ever been able to touch. Your body shakes against his as your orgasm already begins to blanket over you.
“Yesyesyesyes,” You cry out, your voice choked and broken, and it just spurs him on even more.
He groans into your hair. “That’s it baby, just let go. Cum all over me again. Use me just like you fucking wanted to, come on baby,”
The band in your tummy snaps. His words to God’s ears, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. It hits you so hard that for a few seconds, you don’t even feel like you’re on Earth anymore. Stars erupts behind your eyes, ringing sounds in your ears, and your entire body trembles around Steve.
You’re a blubbering mess around him and Steve fucks you through it, prolonging it as long as he can, all the way until his hips stutter from his own orgasm and your cunt fills with his cum painting your walls.
He moans fill your ears, carefully bringing you back down to reality. Your body is warm and sticky against his own but finally, you feel that familiar feeling of exhaustion ready to drag you under.
Your eyes are fluttering shut, your lashes catching the skin of your cheeks, and he gently brushes your hair out of your face. You can faintly recognize the feeling of his lips peppering kisses across your skin.
“Did so good baby, so good,” He murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Go to sleep, I got you,”
And you do.
Wrapped in Steve’s arms, and with him slowly softening inside you, you let yourself fall asleep.
something something tipsy riding robby into oblivion, coming back from a dinner w samira and jack after having a bit too much wineee
(im tiosy as i write this so hopefukly it makes sense))!!
i fear that i have made this more soft than horny but 😭 i hope you like it thank you for sending it to me!!
dr robby x f!reader
content: 18+ mdni, alcohol, sexually explicit content, robby is so so soft and tender
You hiccuped, the keys tumbling from your hand and clattering to the floor.
You giggled, "Whoopsies."
You bent to scoop them back up, but your boyfriend behind you stopped you, with a hand to your shoulder, "I'll get them, sweetheart."
You were pretty tipsy, but still noted the fond amusement in his voice. Placed a hand on his back as he bent to grab the keys and then gently pushed you aside to get to the door.
"How many glasses did you have?" He asked, teasingly.
It had been a rare night out for the both of you, usually too tired to do anything other than lay on the couch with a movie.
But tonight, you'd managed to make it out of the house on a double date with Samira and Jack and Robby had volunteered to be the designated driver. You had taken the keys from him on the walk up to the house, insisting you could open the door yourself. But now he took over, immune to your pouting.
"I don't know," You sighed, "At least three."
He chuckled as he turned the door knob, pushing it open and past the threshold.
Quickly, you followed after, shoving him up against the wall, eliciting a surprised laugh from him, "What are you doin', honey?"
You kicked the door closed behind you and fumbled with the button on his jeans as you kissed up his neck, nibbling softly at his jaw, "Want you."
He sighed as you shoved your hand into his boxers, his soft cock twitching for you immediately as you reached for his balls, "Now?" He managed.
You nodded into his neck, "Right now, please."
It wasn't difficult to convince him, as it often wasn't. He had always been so easy for you, almost pliant, though you would never say it to him like that. Knew he would take it the wrong way, even if you adored it.
Soon enough, you straddled him as he laid back against the pillows, watching you in the low light of the bedside lamp. You rubbed your slick folds over his now hard cock, watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. You loved to watch how he reacted to you, nevermind the view of his bare chest below you, you could never get enough of him.
The alcohol was fading from you, but still had you feeling giddy as you sank down on him, the feel of him filling you up more intense than it usually was sober, the butterflies filling up your stomach quite suddenly.
You leaned over him to kiss him, chest to his chest as you ground your hips against him. You were vaguely aware of him swearing, confessing how much he loved you, helpless to your relentless rhythm.
"Fuck, feel so good, m'girl…pretty girl," He gripped your cheeks in his hand, forcing your eyes to look into his. You lost your cadence at their bottomless warmth, floored by the seemingly endless adoration there. In your pause, he gripped your hips and helped you to fuck him faster, until he was panting hard, falling apart just moments later.
Exhausted, you collapsed against his sweaty chest and closed your eyes as you listened to his heart beat begin to slow, no longer galloping.
"Come on, baby," He said eventually, "Let's get you in the shower."
"I don't wanna shower," You whined. Always curiously childlike when drunk, but still just as stubborn as always.
"Yes, you do. And you'll be upset with me in the morning if I don't make you now. So, come on." He said, gently steering you down the hallway and towards the bathroom, "I'll help."
True to his word, when Robby got in the shower with you, he grabbed your makeup eraser, wetting it before taking your chin between his fingers and wiping lightly over your face, "Close your eyes," He murmured.
You loved when he was soft like this, when he took care of you. Drunk as you were, the way he handled you, delicately, like you were something to be treasured, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.
When he was done, he kissed along your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear and you shivered, "Didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" He whispered as he slipped a hand between your legs.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the tile walls of the shower. Let yourself drown in the feel of his calloused fingers against your clit, the ecstasy of his tongue as it swirled around your nipples.
You came undone in what felt like moments and he smothered your moans with his mouth. He cooed sweet words in your ear as he cleaned you up and got you into bed, one of his soft, worn t-shirts over your body.
Easily, you drifted off, limbs wrapped around his body and his lips at the shell of your ear. You wouldn't remember his words the next morning, just that you could hear the love as it echoed into your dreams.
⋆˚꩜｡pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
⋆˚꩜｡summary: You know that TikTok trend where you call your partner a "friend" to see their reaction? Yeah… Eddie wasn't too happy about that
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit sexual content 18+minors do not interact | no y/n, afab!fem!reader, modern!eddie, est. relationship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise?, soft!dom!eddie, possessive language (non toxic), aftercare, weed mention
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 3.9k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: based on this request i got! thank you @theswitch-witch for giving me the idea thehee<3
One of the things you loved most about Eddie was that he didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media.
It was mainly because Wayne raised him right. Eddie had grown up learning to play guitar and spending most of his time playing outside or at the library. He was sixteen when he got his first fancy phone; before that, he’d carried around an old brick of a cell phone that had once belonged to his uncle. Safe to say, he’d never really bought into the whole social media thing.
Sure, he had an instagram account. He barely used it himself, but he loved seeing the pictures you posted — the ones he’d taken of you — and he never failed to leave embarrassingly sweet and suggestive comments underneath them that made even your best friends blush.
Another thing you absolutely loved about Eddie was that he was possessive.
Not in a toxic way. Eddie never tried to control you or excessively claim you, nor did he treat you like you were anything less than your own independent person. He never isolated you from your friends or questioned where you were every second of the day.
He was possessive in the way that he never missed an opportunity to remind everyone that he belonged to you. He’d proudly walk around with the hickeys and scratches you’d left him, grinning smugly whenever someone pointed them out with a dubious look.
“Courtesy of my princess,” he’d say without a single ounce of shame.
You were his favourite subject, how could you not be? Eddie could spend hours talking about you. He could write ridiculous, overly dramatic sonnets about your laugh and the way your nose scrunched whenever something genuinely amused you. He could probably design an entire comic series inspired by the way your hair danced in the wind. Hell, he’d tattoo your fucking name across his neck if you asked him to.
That’s how hopelessly, ridiculously obsessed and possessive he was with you.
Which was exactly why, the moment you stumbled across the trend on TikTok, you knew you had to try it on him.
The calling your boyfriend your ‘friend’ trend.
It was stupid, and it was evil, and it was going to drive Eddie absolutely fucking insane.
Even though he didn’t care much for TikTok, or any other platform for that matter, Eddie always jumped at the chance to do whatever random thing you wanted.
“What are we doing again?”
“Uh…” you mumbled, balancing your phone on the kitchen counter. “There’s this viral…”
Taking a few steps back, you gently pulled Eddie by the wrist until he was standing beside you, squinting at the screen to check whether the lighting was good enough. Scrunching your nose, you gave his wrist another little tug when you noticed he’d drifted just outside the frame.
“Stay right here,” you instructed. “Do not move.”
Turning around, you walked over to the fridge, grabbed the light blue can, and returned to his side.
“There’s this viral beverage I wanted to try.”
“…And you wanted to get that on camera?” he asked quietly, the words carrying just the slightest hint of hesitation.
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much.”
You placed the can on the counter and shot him a sweet smile over your shoulder.
Eddie simply shrugged, nodding as though your explanation made perfect sense. “Alright. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“Ready?”
“I guess.”
With one smooth swipe, you switched your phone from photo to video, started the timer, and hurried back into place. You gave Eddie one last tug when he instinctively stepped out of frame again.
“Hey, guys!” you greeted brightly once the recording started, smiling at the camera as you reached forwards to grab the can. “I’m here with my friend Eddie today.”
Beside you, Eddie — who had been smiling awkwardly at the camera ever since you’d hit record — immediately stopped smiling.
“And today we’re gonna try the new Spindrift drink!”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing when you noticed Eddie turning his face towards you.
“What—”
Before he could finish, you held the can towards the camera as though clinking it against the screen before turning back to him.
“You wanna go first, bud?” you asked as you popped the tab up and broke the lid open.
Eddie, who had been staring at you with wide, uncertain brown eyes, slowly turned to look at your phone like he was a character on The Office.
For a long second, he simply stared at the screen. His gaze drifted down to the pretty light blue dress you’d put on — somehow the exact same shade as the can in your hand — before slowly lifting back to meet your eyes.
“…What the fuck?” The words came out equal parts confused and unamused.
“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you continued holding the can out for him to take.
“Bud?” His nose wrinkled as though the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. “Friend?”
“…Uh, yeah,” you replied slowly, tilting your head in practiced confusion. “What?”
“What do you mean, what?” His eyebrows remained knitted together as the corners of his mouth slowly turned down. “Did I… did I do something?”
“We’re literally just trying this drink.” You let out a small laugh, pulling a face as though he’d just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable. “Why are you acting weird?”
“Me? Acting weird?” Eddie repeated, hesitantly lifting a hand to scratch at his jaw. “You just… called me your friend.”
“Uh, yeah?” you scoffed. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big…” He blinked at you, looking completely lost. “Sweetheart, why do you keep calling me your friend?”
“Because you are?”
“No, I’m not.” Eddie shook his head, sounding almost offended by the suggestion. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“Exactly.” You nodded matter-of-factly. “My boy,” you paused dramatically, “friend.”
The second the last word left your mouth, a tiny snort escaped. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you hastily disguised it with a cough, praying Eddie hadn’t noticed.
But he had.
The longer you looked at him, the harder it became to keep the act going.
Eddie’s bewildered expression slowly gave way to suspicion as he watched your nose scrunch behind your hand, your shoulders beginning to shake with poorly concealed laughter.
“…You’re bullshitting me.”
Eddie rested his hands on his hips like an exhausted father of three and turned his head towards the phone. His teeth found his lower lip as he worried it beneath them for a moment before slowly looking back at you, one eyebrow raised in complete disbelief.
“Friend,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m gonna show you fucking friend.”
He stared at you for another long second before finally reaching over and taking the can from your hand, setting it carefully back down on the counter.
Before you had a chance to react, he reached for your phone, tapping the bright red button to stop the recording.
Eddie left your phone exactly where it was before slowly turning back to face you. The look he gave you was one you knew all too well; you rarely got to see it, which only made it all the more memorable.
His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance as he tilted his head back just slightly.
“You know…” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his tongue across his lower lip before continuing. “You’re real fucking funny, sweetheart.”
“Eds—”
He barely gave you a second to react before scooping you up into his arms and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder.
“Maybe we should show your TikTok followers what I’m about to do to you, huh?”
You watched the black-and-white checkered kitchen floor slowly disappear beneath you as Eddie carried you out of the room.
“Eddie, what are you—”
“I’m gonna show you what a great friend I am,” he scoffed.
As if to prove his point that he was the furthest thing from being your friend — like you needed the reminder — he gave your ass a hard slap as he stepped into the hallway leading to your shared bedroom.
A startled shriek escaped you at the sudden sting of his palm, and you immediately began squirming in his hold, hoping to convince him to put you back — but no such luck, unfortunately. Eddie merely tightened his grip around your legs, a low, humourless chuckle rumbling from his chest as he nudged the bedroom door open with his socked foot.
He swiftly pushed the bedroom door shut behind the two of you with the heel of his foot before taking a few slow steps towards the bed — the fresh linens perfectly made from earlier that morning, when you’d changed them.
Carelessly, Eddie lowered you onto the mattress, letting you bounce lightly against it before straightening back up. He dragged a hand through his hair, pushing his unruly curls away from his face as he stood at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders filling the space with an almost unfair amount of confidence.
“I’m not your buddy,” he said, his voice low as you pushed yourself upright. “And I’m not your friend either.”
“Eddie, baby,” you began with a small, sheepish smile, tilting your head to one side. “It was just a—”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he interrupted without missing a beat. “But I guess you need a little reminder of that, hm?”
“I-I though you were gonna show me—”
“And I think you’ve said enough already, hm?” he scoffed.
Eddie didn’t miss a beat before making his way over to the vintage dresser the two of you’d found in that little antique shop a few weeks ago.
“Last time I checked,” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his finger across the worn wooden surface, “you didn’t share this fucking dresser with Robin.”
Another chuckle escaped him. Dry and amused this time, despite the mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes that gave away just how much fun he was actually having.
“And all that talk about adopting a ferret together?” He held up two fingers as he continued listening off his evidence. “Sorry, sweetheart, but adopting an animal isn’t exactly something you do with your friends. Not usually.”
Leaning back against the dresser, Eddie folded his arms across his chest and looked at you with a cocky grin stretching across his face.
“You know what else isn’t something friends do?” He arched an eyebrow, though the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t actually expecting an answer. “The three orgasms I’m about to give you, just to prove my point.”
“T-three?” you gulped. “I’ve never—”
“Exactly.” He nodded slowly, the smug grin tugging wider at the corners of his mouth. “One orgasm for each time you called me something I’m not.”
Eddie uncrossed his arms, resting them against the dresser behind him as his fingers lazily drummed against the worn wooden surface, his eyes never once leaving you.
The baby blue dress looked painfully good on you. It hugged your waist in all the right places, and the neckline…
Jesus.
It drove Eddie nearly as insane as the little stunt you’d pulled in the kitchen not even five minutes earlier.
His dark brown eyes wandered slowly over your face before drifting down the length of your body, lingering for just a moment before finding yours again.
Pushing himself away from the dresser, he closed the distance between you with slow, unhurried steps. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed onto the bed, both hands sinking into the duvet on either side of you until his nose barely brushed yours.
Eddie looked at you through his lashes, a smug grin slowly spreading across his plush lips as he watched your own part ever so slightly.
“What?” he murmured. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
A quiet chuckle escaped him before he leaned in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. He lingered there for a long moment, savouring it, before finally pulling away and settling back onto his heels.
Eddie’s hand lazily curled around the neckline of his black t-shirt, peeling it off without the slightest hint of urgency.
You swallowed as your attention was immediately pulled away from his eyes and towards the tattooed expanse of his chest, busier now than it had been when the two of you had started dating. Your gaze lingered on the newest addition to his collection — a neo-traditional raven inked along the right side of his stomach.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” he murmured, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he gently tipped your chin back up with the crook of a finger.
Without caring where it landed, Eddie tossed the shirt over his shoulder before stepping back from the bed. Standing once again at the foot of the mattress, his fingers slowly trailed down the planes of his stomach until they reached the button of his jeans.
“The dress stays on,” he said quietly.
He undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and let the worn denim fall to the floor with a muted thud.
Eddie’s knees sank back into the mattress, making the bedframe creak underneath his weight. He reached out for your thighs, slowly running his hands up and down your legs until, finally, trailing his fingertips higher until they skimmed the lace trim of your panties. Hooking his fingers into the lace, he slowly dragged your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening folds to his dark brown eyes.
He hummed appreciatively as his fingers ghosted along your slick folds, marvelling at how wet you were for him already.
Leaning down, he captured your mouth in a slow kiss, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he took his sweet time to taste and explore your mouth like he always did when he wanted to torture you. Eddie swallowed your low gasp, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped you.
Breaking away, Eddie blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to lave attention on your pulse points as he nibbled right above your collarbone.
Eddie trailed kisses down your chest, making sure to skip your hardened nipples under the soft fabric of your dress, until his face finally hovered above your aching core. Being the obsessed freak that he was, he breathed in your heady scent before shooting you a smug grin.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh as he reached for one of your hands. He gave you a gentle squeeze before placing your hand on the back of his head. “Because I’ll not be going easy on you.”
With an arched, daring eyebrow, he plunged in, tongue delving deep into your slick heat. He lapped and sucked, worshiping you with lips and teeth and tongue until you were a trembling mess, falling backwards until your head hit the pillows behind you.
Your hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden feeling of Eddie sealing his mouth over your swollen clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue as he slowly plunged a thick finger knuckle-deep into your tight pussy. He pumped and curled his digit, stroking your slick walls until you were fluttering around him.
“A-ah! F-fuck, Eddie—”
He sucked harder on your clit, adding a second finger into you as he thrusted them faster and deeper until you’re shattering with a broken gasp, your release gushing over his chin as he worked you through the aftershocks.
Holding your gaze, Eddie slid his fingers out of you and pushed them into his mouth. His tongue lapped eagerly at them, licking them clean, while his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the way you tasted.
After licking his digits clean, he pulled the top part of your dress down until the fabric sat underneath your breasts. Cupping your boobs, he thumbed your hardened nipples teasingly. Eddie’s dark brown eyes locked onto yours as he slowly rolled one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging harshly. It made pleasure zing straight to your core, making you squirm underneath him. He lavished the same attention to your other nipple, pinching and tweaking it until he had you begging for more.
“P-please, Eds—”
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Reaching between your bodies, Eddie pushed his boxers down just enough to free his aching length. The sight of his cock made your mouth water every single time — long, thick mushroom tip, and painfully pink.
He notched the broad tip of his cock against your slit, teasing and probing before sinking into your slick pussy with one powerful thrust.
“Is this what a friend does to you? Huh?” He chuckled darkly as he looked down at you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Answer me.”
“Hmm.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip. “N-no.”
He could swear you were molten silk clutching him tight, stroking his length with each desperate roll of his hips as you met his thrusts.
Eddie pistoned his hips faster, harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, breathy pants and bitten-off curses.
“F-fuck.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Gimme another one,” He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, chasing your second release like his life depended on it. “Be a good fucking friend and come on my cock.”
“H-harder, Eds. P-please.”
The desperate, broken plea spurred him on. He grabbed your hips bruisingly tight as he drove into you with ruthless precision, angling to hit that special spot deep inside that always made you scream. The obscene slap of his balls against your ass echoed through the room, while his curly pubes brushing against your swollen clit pulled desperate gasps from your lips.
Your fingers curled into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp before you pulled at his roots, while your other hand raked down his sweat-slicked back. Your leg locked around his waist, heel digging into the plush fat of his ass as you urged him impossibly closer.
“You’re so fucking tight f’me, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked.
“E-Eds, I’m g-gonna—”
Your release crashed over you, white-hot and blinding as you clenched down hard on his aching cock. Your walls puled around him as he continued grinning wolfishly at your open mouth and glassy eyes.
He leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. Eddie slipped his tongue inside your mouth, bobbing his head as he sloppily sucked on your tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Just one more, you can do it. I know you can.”
“I-I can’t, Eds,” you whimpered, desperately licking your lips to get rid of the dry feeling. “P-please—”
Eddie trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat, suckling at your pulse points hard enough to leave marks.
He grabbed at your hips, guiding you to meet each roll with a grind of his own. His breathing was strained as his hips worked feverishly now, chasing that high. Curving one hand around to rub tight circles on your clit, Eddie doubled his efforts, determined to tip you over the edge and watch you fall apart on his cock, crying his name.
Sweat slicked your straining bodies as he plunged into your sloppy heat over and over. The wet squelch of your messy cunt, the lewd slap of flesh, your needy cries — it’s almost too much, even for Eddie.
“That’s it, baby. Soak my fucking cock.” He rasped desperately, fingers flying over your throbbing clit.
Eddie could tell you were close, pussy clenching hard around him, thighs trembling around his pistoning hips.
With a final twist of his wrist, he sent you over the edge with a high pitched, broken moan that somewhat resembled his name. Your pussy fluttered and gushed around him, soaking his thighs with a hot and unexpected jet, clenching so hard on his cock you milked him for all he’s worth.
“Ed-Ed— Fuckfuckfuck.” Your head was tilted back, neck on display and mouth wide open. “Mmpff!”
“Jesus— F-fucking take it,” he gasped, nuzzling into your neck to sink his teeth into your skin.
With stuttering hips, Eddie’s rhythm faltered as the feeling of your squirting pussy drenching him, unravelling the last thread of his control. With one last moan, he buried himself to the hilts pulsing and shuddering as he filled you up, painting your greedy pussy in that addicting sticky, milky white.
Eddie pushed himself up just enough for his gaze to drift lazily to where the two of you were connected, his tired, wide eyes settling on the mess you’d made of the fresh linens, like he’d just witnessed a miracle.
The sight drew a slow grin to his face. He caught his lower lip between his teeth before a quiet, satisfied chuckle escaped him. Reaching up, he gently tapped two fingers against your cheek before letting his hand cradle your face, his thumb brushing softly over your skin as he tipped your chin back towards him.
“So,” he murmured, his fingertips pressing ever so slightly into your cheeks. “Who am I?”
You blinked your eyes open, still dazed, your tongue sweeping absently across your lower lip before you managed a sleepy, satisfied smile.
“M-my boyfriend.”
A smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Damn right I am.”
Neither of you spoke much after that. You simply stayed tangled together, basking in each other’s warmth while your breathing gradually slowed and your racing heart settled back into its familiar rhythm.
After a while, Eddie wrapped his arms around you and drew the two of you a warm, well-deserved bath.
He settled into the tub first before gently pulling you back against him, your back resting flush against his chest. One arm stayed securely around your waist while the other slowly worked your favourite soap into a rich lather, his touch gentle as he washed over your arms.
“I love you,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.
“I love you more, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. “But do not ever call me your friend again.”
A giggle escaped you as you nodded. “Deal.”
Some hours later, after Eddie had helped you into one of his oversized t-shirts and patiently combed the tangles from your hair, the two of you found yourselves curled up on the couch, you lazily scrolling through the comments on your TikTok while he started working on a joint.
He’d frowned when you’d told him you were posting it, though the look quickly faded once you explained that the trend was about getting your partner’s reaction — not trying the can of sparkling water that was still sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter.
Eddie, who normally didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media beyond hyping you up in the comments of your Instagram posts, had eventually let his curiosity get the better of him. Leaning over your shoulder, he stretched his neck to get a look at your phone.
Congratulations on your pregnancy girl!
oh, she’s exactly where she wants to be
I’m gonna show you fucking friend???? HELLO???
You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you, while Eddie merely blinked confused at the phone in your hand.
“…Pregnancy?”
“It’s a TikTok thing, babe.”
He frowned a little harder before reading the next comment.
“‘The way he looked at her after she said ‘my boy… friend’, girl I would have folded IMMEDIATELY’.”
A smug grin spread across Eddie’s face as he turned to look at you, a quiet scoff escaping him while hr raised his eyebrows in triumph.
“See? The internet agrees with me.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
Eddie simply looked back down at his hands, carefully finishing the joint he’d promised to roll while the two of you soaked in the bath.
“Shut up.”
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Make me, sweetheart.”
you’re getting restless and bucky realizes long before you say anything; it’s in the way your fingers keep absentmindedly tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, the way you shift every few seconds where you’re sitting beside him on the couch, unable to settle no matter how hard you try. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t think everything needs to be explained with words. instead, he simply glances over from the book he’d barely been reading, closes it without a sound, and pats his thigh in quiet invitation.
you look at him for a second before understanding, smiling just a little as you scoot closer until your head rests comfortably in his lap. “is it better now?,” he murmur, voice rough with that familiar brooklyn warmth, one corner of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. almost instinctively, his flesh hand slides into your hair.
his fingers comb carefully through the strands before lightly scratching against your scalp. every movement is gentle, deliberate, as though he’s handling something precious. his metal hand rest against your shoulder, cool and steady, keeping you close while the other continued its quiet work. you don’t even realize how tense you have been until your entire body begins to sink into the cushions beneath you.
bucky’s fingertips drift from your hairline toward the back of your head before returning again, repeating the same soothing pattern over and over. he has gotten completely lost in taking care of you. “that feels nice?” he ask quietly. you only hum, eyes already closed. “figured.” he voice again, tone quieter and fond.
silence settles between you, but with bucky it never feels empty. it’s comfortable, safe, filled only with the faint sound of his breathing and the slow rhythm of his fingers moving through your hair. every so often he’d brush his thumb lightly over your temple, his eyes looking at you properly. after a while he smile to himself, still playing with your hair. “you’re falling asleep on me,” he whisper, amusement hidden beneath the tenderness in his voice.
you’d barely manage a sleepy, “maybe.” his fingers never stop moving. “that’s okay,” he murmur. “i’ll stay right here, doll.”
summary: a melting hawkins afternoon, one dripping ice cream cone, and steve’s eyes that can’t look away.
warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, dry humping, heavy sexual tension, best friends to lovers, public risk (car), swearing. not proofread.
the summers in hawkins were unbearable. the pavement burned through the thin soles of your shoes, and the sun pressed down so heavy it felt like it was melting everything it touched. your light tank top and shorts clung to your skin, offering no relief. you hated summer. in winter you could bundle up and escape the cold. here, even breathing felt like swallowing fire.
“i can’t believe i followed your stupid idea of getting in the car,” you muttered, wiping sweat from your forehead. “it’s literally hotter here than inside the mall.”
“it wasn’t an idea,” steve shot back, wiping his own sweaty palms on his jeans. “it was a suggestion.” his blue t-shirt was turning darker in patches, sticking to his chest. “and i said: maybe the car is colder because we parked it under a tree.”
“do you know what maybe means?” he added.
“yeah genius, but didn’t you think about something called sun that moves?” you replied.
“okay okay, eat your ice cream. i don’t want this baby getting sticky and covered with vanilla.” he gave up, knowing he’d never win an argument with you.
“it’s hot and we’re eating ice cream, steve. i can’t promise anything,” you shrugged.
his eyebrows stayed furrowed, eyes locked on every little movement you made. he thought you didn’t notice, but he was already clutching a wad of napkins, ready to wipe away any drip before it could touch the leather.
you loved pissing him off. two years of friendship and you still never got tired of it. he was funnier when he got grumpy, and he was used to it. he’d act annoyed for a minute, then be laughing at your dumb jokes three minutes later.
this summer you’d both decided to find jobs. you and robin teased him endlessly about not needing the money, but he insisted. he wanted to prove he could do it without leaning on his parents. robin had already landed something at the supermarket but steve hated the uniform and the pay, so the two of you kept applying to new places every monday like clockwork.
somehow you’d ended up at the ice cream shop, and now you had to deal with steve’s neat-freak ass and his obsession with keeping his car extremely clean.
“relax your annoying ass. it’s not my fault your big mouth devoured your cone a second after we got out of the mall.”
“i’m not gonna say anything else, but i swear if you mess it up, you’re cleaning it,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair. wet brown strands clung to his forehead.
“i’m not cleaning anything. especially not so you can keep showing off to your failed dates. it gives me secondhand embarrassment,” you laughed.
“one: those are not failed dates. and two, you only say that because you’re clearly jealous.”
“oh my god, you definitely have heatstroke. you’re literally talking nonsense now,” you said, bursting into laughter.
“i’m not making anything up. you only say that when you don’t have an argument against me and i’m just noticing a pattern.”
your smile faded a little. he had never gone there before, even when you teased him constantly. the words made your stomach flip with a nervousness you didn’t want to name.
of course he was your friend. that was the title you gave everyone else. but you spent every day together, crashed at each other’s houses, shared everything. nothing suspicious.
still, when he said it, your brain short-circuited. the silence that followed stretched on for a bit too long.
you cleared your throat and changed the subject, desperate to save your own sanity. you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you the whole time, waiting for a real answer.
“stop talking and listen,” you said after an awkward pause. “we have to check this new shop near the park. molly just told me they’re hiring. i don’t know what for but—” you kept talking, dragging the little plastic spoon through the softening ice cream and licking it slowly.
steve wasn’t listening anymore.
his mouth was still slightly open, shiny and pink from the flavor he’d finished earlier. you felt a cool shiver run down your spine despite the suffocating heat. you cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look away before your thoughts wandered somewhere they shouldn’t. he was staring straight at your lips.
you kept avoiding his eyes, trying to focus on talking, until the melted cream started running down your arm. “oh fuck,” drops of vanilla slid onto your thighs. you reacted fast, licking every streak from your skin, then opening your mouth to catch the falling scoop.
your tongue passed over your sticky fingers, cleaning them, before finally circling your cold, sweet lips.
when you glanced up, steve wasn’t complaining about the mess. his eyes were fixed on you.
he turned his head sharply, tapping the steering wheel, then shifted awkwardly and looked out the window.
the silence stretched too long, again.
“what are you getting weird for?” you asked, finishing the last bite of the cone.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, staring straight ahead.
“you know what i mean. why are you suddenly quiet and not yelling at me for almost ruining your car?”
“it doesn’t matter. can we go?” he reached for the keys, but you stopped him. your hand, still a little sticky, wrapped softly around his wrist. “why won’t you even look at me idiot? i’m serious.”
he wiped his hands, and your eyes followed unconsciously.
that’s when you saw it.
the obvious bulge straining against his jeans. heat flooded your cheeks, hotter than the sun outside. sweat slid down between your breasts, but this time it had nothing to do with the weather.
you gulped and looked at him. his t-shirt clung to every line of his chest like a second skin. the few inches between you suddenly felt impossibly small.
when he finally met your eyes, his pupils were blown wide.
people would call you a liar if you said you’d never noticed how attractive steve was. how broad his back looked when he stretched, how his biceps strained against those tight shirts. knowing you’d caused this reaction in him made your head spin.
“steve…” you breathed. you quickly glanced outside. the street was empty; it was the worst hour of a summer afternoon. no one was stupid enough to be out.
“fuck, i’m sorry, i don’t know why—” he started, hands moving nervously, but you weren’t listening anymore.
you bit your lip, then moved without thinking. you straddled him, settling on his lap. the sound that left steve’s mouth sent shivers through you. his body burned under yours, skin slick with sweat.
you slid your hands down his damp chest. he tensed, hips lifting instinctively to meet you.
“shit,” he moaned softly. his hands settled firm and sure on your lower back, holding you close like he’d been waiting years for permission.
“what are we doing?” he asked, eyes dropping to your lips before finding yours again. “i don’t know—” you struggled, because he kept moving, pressing his hard cock right against your core. “you’re the one who had a little problem down there,” you teased breathlessly. he smirked, and you laughed, the sound shaky with want. “says the one on top of me right now.” his hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter.
you couldn’t wait any longer, so you kissed him, one hand cupping the back of his neck while the other slipped into his hair. when he pulled back for air, looking around nervously, you rolled your hips slow and deliberate. “someone could walk by and se—fuck.”
“we’re the only idiots trying to get heatstroke in the middle of the street, steve.” you kissed him again, deeper. that was all it took. he opened his mouth, tongue sliding against yours, turning the kiss messy and desperate. the salt on his lips mixed with the lingering sweetness of ice cream. your hips ground together, pulling soft, needy sounds from both of you.
“god, you feel so fucking good.” he murmured against your mouth. one hand stayed on your hip guiding you, while the other cupped the back of your neck, pressing your foreheads together.
his other hand tugged at your soaked tank top; you helped him pull it off and did the same with his shirt. your palms slid over his bare biceps, squeezing the firm muscles as you moved faster.
your lips brushed with every shared breath, every gasp. you clenched around the hard press of him, desperate for more. he thrust up harder, chasing friction. the heat started pooling low in your belly, almost burning.
steve set a rhythm, steady and deep, like he never wanted it to end.
“i’m close,” he whispered into your mouth.
“me too,” you breathed, blood buzzing under your skin.
he gripped your ass again, helping you move exactly how you both needed. “just like that… oh god.” his head fell back against the seat, neck exposed and shining with sweat. you kissed along his throat until the pleasure crashed over you. “fuck,” you moaned, hips stuttering as waves rolled through you. steve kept going, chasing his own release until his body tensed and trembled beneath you, a soft whine pressed into your ear.
you stayed like that, foreheads together, breathing each other in while the car windows fogged from the heat of your bodies. the tension melted away, and suddenly you both burst into laughter, giddy and a little dazed.
you left a small, sweet peck on his lips.
he kissed you again, slower this time, cupping your jaw gently while his other hand rubbed soothing circles on your sticky back.
outside, the sun kept beating down, but for once the heat felt perfect.
