pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader, bestfriend!benedict bridgerton x reader
description: anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his ābest friendā. benedict decides he is fed up of anthonyās denial, and takes matters into his own hands ā by inciting jealousy from his older brother.
warnings: angst, jealous!anthony cos iām a sucker for him hehe, benedict being a shit stirrer who i adore, fluffiness at the end <3
āLady Y/N is joining us for dinner this evening, I believe,ā Benedict hummed, a small smirk gracing his face as the eldest Bridgertonās head snapped up, āMother told me she hopes to, anyway.ā
Anthony watched as his sisters fussed excitedly over seeing you, for it had been at least a week since you had graced Aubrey Hall with your presence and they missed you dearly.
Anthony had too, of course, though heād never admit it was for any reason beyond how highly regarded you were in his family and how much he enjoyed your friendship.
āI very much look forward to seeing her,ā Benedict continued, still smirking devilishly, āThough I did have the pleasure of bumping into her as she left Modiste yesterday.ā
Anthony furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, āYou didnāt tell me that, brother.ā
āMust I share every occasion I see Lady Y/N with you, Anthony?ā he quipped in reply, crossing his arms over his chest as Colin stifled a laugh, well aware of what was going on, āOne might think you jealous.ā
āJealous? You jest, brother. She is my closest friend, I am simply surprised you would not mention even in passing that you saw her,ā Anthony spoke through gritted teeth, āRegardless, I look forward to seeing her.ā
āAh, perfect timing!ā Francesca grinned as Lady Y/Nās arrival was announced moments later, and in you walked with a gloriously bright smile on your face, though this faltered as you saw the bitter look on Anthonyās face.
āIs everything alright, my Lord?ā you asked shyly, taking a few steps towards Anthony, whose expression softened at this, āHave we chosen a bad day to visit? If so I apologiseā,ā
Suddenly Benedict was at your side now, āItās quite alright, my dear Lady Y/N. We are all pleased to see you. Might we take a turn about the room? We have some things to discuss!ā
āNo fair! You saw her yesterday, I want to show her my embroidery,ā Hyacinth pouted, though Benedict raised his brow at her and flickered his eyes in Anthonyās direction as if to explain his actions.
Everyone in the family was well aware of the affection shared between you and Anthony, even if he dared not admit how he felt because of his apparent desire not to marry.
Benedict believed he just needed a push to see that you had myriad other options, and that he could only push away his feelings for so long.
āIām sure Benedict has something important to share, my dear Hyacinth, but I would love to see your embroidery promptly after,ā your voice was like honey to the eldest Bridgerton, who fought off the desire to make his own request for a moment of your time, āThere is enough of me to go around! My brother will be arriving shortly, also.ā
Benedict began whispering almost as soon as you had crossed the room, endeavouring to make you well aware of his plan so as not to cause any discomfort to you.
He didnāt wish for you to be confused by his sudden flirtation, so immediately indulged you with the details of his concocted plan to induce jealousy in his older brother that might finally allow him to be honest about his feelings.
With some hesitation, you accepted his plan.
Benedict was well aware of your feelings for his brother, and you knew this ā after all, you had confessed it to him yourself because you trusted him dearly. Much to Anthonyās dismay, nowadays Benedict was your closest friend of all.
Anthony had once filled that role, but as each year passed and your youth slipped away, you had fallen far too in love with him to be so satisfied with a friendship as you were with Benedict.
Benedict was your best friend ā Anthony was the love of your life.
Though he did not admit it, you were the love of his too. This is why Benedictās interference was so necessary as far as the second Bridgerton son was concerned.
It was unfair for you to believe your love unrequited when it was merely his stubborn refusal to see beyond his ādutyā as Viscount and head of the household that prevented him from giving in to his feelings.
The plan seemed already to be working by the time you were seated for dinner, far closer to Benedict than to Anthony who sat at the other side of the table.
He scowled as he watched his brother gossiping with you, still irritated by both his earlier remark about seeing you yesterday and his persistence with being the only person in the room to maintain your attention.
āIt is working, my dear friend,ā Benedict beamed across at you, leaning forward to both better execute his plan and so that you could hear him better, āIf looks could kill, my brother would have seen me long since dead and buried.ā
You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding the giggle that escaped as you waited to calm before looking across at Anthony, āBenedict!ā
You drew in a deep breath, composing yourself before glancing across at the Viscount and catching his eye immediately. His glare was suddenly no more, his lips curling up in a smile that sent your heart racing.
You mouthed a small āHello,ā to him, blushing crimson at the intensity of his stare. Despite the conversation going on around him, all he could do was look at you.
The staring contest you seemed to find yourself in was swiftly broken by Benedictās voice calling your name again, returning you to conversation with him.
The rest of dinner passed much the same ā small conversations here and there with the other Bridgertons, longing stares from an increasingly restless Anthony, and teasing comments from Benedict, who was certain that Anthony would be confronting you tonight.
āWe should probably call for our carriage, I suppose,ā you smiled sadly, disappointed with both how quickly the night had passed by and the fact youād hardly spoken to Anthony throughout, āIāve had such a lovely evening. I only wish I could stay longer!ā
āYou could!ā Anthony exclaimed, an unusual outburst for the eldest sibling but one that made all at the table laugh as he rose to his feet, āWe could have a room put up for you. It is late, and Wellsbury Hall is quite the distance.ā
You bit your lip, smiling at him as he sat back down again, āOh we couldnāt trouble you with that, my lord.ā
āPerhaps my dear friend is right,ā your brother disagreed, āIt is getting late, and if it is no trouble we would be incredibly grateful. And I hope we might repay you with an invitation to Wellsbury in the near future? I hope to host a ball before the season ends so that my darling sister might finally find a husband.ā
His eyes flickered between Benedict and Anthony for a moment and you realised that he must have been in on Benedictās little plan.
You looked around the room cautiously at every smiling face, before settling your gaze on Anthony with a nod, āVery well then. Iād be delighted. The many childhoods spent staying here overnight are often much missed.ā
Lady Bridgerton grinned, āFantastic. Then it is settled,ā she turned to the maids stood by the door, āPlease prepare two rooms for our guests as quickly as possible. It is, after all, late, and Iām sure they will soon wish to rest.ā
The way Anthony watched you for the rest of dinner made you impossibly nervous.
When the maids told you which rooms were readied, you stood to retire to bed, but not before Benedict offered to show you to the room as it was in his opinion the best decorated.
āBrother, I donāt believe itās appropriate for you to show Lady Y/N to her room,ā Anthony huffed, having had enough now of him being stuck to you like heavy-duty glue, āPerhaps you should allow one of our maids to kindly do so.ā
āIt is quite alright, Anthony. We are in the comfort of our own home, and I know Y/N quite well enough,ā Benedict sing-songed, āUnless you would prefer to show her? The maids are quite busy clearing up.ā
Anthonyās jaw clenched at his brotherās comment about knowing you āquite well enoughā and so he found himself at your side quickly.
āIn fact yes, perhaps I should,ā he agreed, a sternness in his tone youād become used to again today. He was so much gentler with you, but today with you so seemingly far from him he has grown stoic again, āAfter all, I am the head of this household and you have not let me spend a minute with my closest friend, hm?ā
Colin interjected now, aware of all eyes on the conversation, āPerhaps Lady Y/N can make the decision herself?ā
āIā,ā
āFine, I concede,ā Benedict raised his hands in surrender, āI suppose Iāve not let her leave my side this evening, though you cannot fault me for that. I will bid you goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight brothers.ā
He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips for just the gentlest of kisses to the back of it, before he bowed and quickly left the room.
With Anthony facing the other way, towards you, Benedict turned to shoot you a wink before leaving, and nerves bubbled in your gut at the unknown of what was to come.
The kiss to your hand was the final straw for Anthony, who linked his arm with yours and lead you out of the room without another word to anyone else.
You were silent for the walk, but once you stopped still outside of the room you were to sleep in Anthony turned to stand in front of you, his breathing jagged as his eyes searched your face for clues to why he was feeling so furious at your friendship with Benedict.
āIs my brother courting you?ā he came right out and asked it, his chest heaving and yours doing so now too as you shook your head.
āNot at all, my lord,ā you bit your lip again, before looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.
He brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your face so that you were forced to look at him again, āAnd do you wish him to be?ā
Again you shook your head, but his finger never left your skin for a moment.
āI was so sureā,ā
āForgive me, my lord, I have just been finding comfort in his friendship of late as I see him regularly about town,ā you frowned, suddenly even more conscious of how little time you spent with Anthony in recent weeks.
He leaned ever so slightly closer, āFinding comfort in his friendship? And what of ours?ā
āOur friendship, my lord? Iā,ā
āI apologise, Y/N, but I do not like to see you so close with my brother. Not least because of the fear of a scandal if others saw his behaviour,ā he gritted his teeth, āHe touches you too often. Leans too close to speak with you and itā¦ it is misleading.ā
You gulped, āWhy would you be so infuriated by the notion of him courting me, my dear Anthony? He is your brother, and he cares for me. Even if it is not him I wish did so.ā
He cocked his head in confusion now, before his eyes widened in realisation of his brotherās scheming. And in considering that, he realised that it had worked.
Heād never wanted to marry, and especially never for love.
But with you stood right there at his finger tips, smiling up at him nervously with a twinkle in your eyes, he threw caution to the wind and realised that you had changed that in him.
He could no longer deny his desire to hold you, to have you entirely as his, to make you his Viscountess.
āWho do you wish to treat you as such, my lady?ā
āSurely you can see the answer for yourself, Anthony.ā
āI simply wish to hear you say it. But if I must do so first, as a consequence of my foolishness in not seeing it sooner, then so be it. I dislike your closeness to my brother because I miss your attention being mine. I wish to have you at my side always, to laugh with you and dance with you and just talk with you all evening. I do not wish to see Benedict court you because I wish to do so myself.ā
āAnthonyā,ā
āPlease, my love, let me finish. I have most probably been in love with you for as long as I have known you, and yet chosen not to see it out of my own stubbornness. If not for my scheming devil of a brother, I might still be in denial. But I love you most ardently, Y/N. And if you feel at all the same then I should like to make you my wife. My viscountess.ā
You were speechless, perhaps for one of the first times since meeting Anthony.
You had always told him everything, always saved your last dance for him at balls, always rooted for him in every game of Pall Mall even as his competitor.
And now here he was, the famously anti-marriage Viscount asking if you too wished to wed him.
āAnthony, I had hoped it was clear as day that I too have been unfathomably in love with you for longer than I can explain,ā you blushed crimson again under his gaze as a smile spread across his face, āTo marry you, well, would be the only way I might find joy in marriage. I know youāve never sought a match, let alone a love match, but I love you most dearly, my dear Anthony.ā
He captured your lips with his as soon as you stopped speaking, knowing that he shouldnāt do so but hoping nobody was around.
Besides, he would soon make you his wife, and he couldnāt contain the excitement.
āI know Iāve previously had my reservations but I am no longer in denial, and Iām sorry for taking my liberties with you by kissing you before we are wed but I could not help myself. And I wish to spend a lifetime kissing you, Y/N. Will you marry me?ā he looked shy all of a sudden, which you had never seen before, and you grabbed both of his hands in yours to kiss them.
āOf course, my dear, there is nothing I would like more!ā
His smile became impossibly wide, and once more he kissed you out of sheer excitement.
āIām sorry that this was so abrupt, and I have yet no ring. But my mother will be ecstatic and I plan to give you her betrothal ring becauseā you are the only woman worthy. And I shall spend our whole life ensuring that I make up for taking so long to do this,ā he was vulnerable now, still shy under your careful gaze,
āI had no desire to marry because I had no desire to put the woman I love through the pain of losing me like my mother did my father. She was distraught butā I see now that it is no good wasting time with this fear. However long I might live, I wish to spend those years loving you and making you happy, so that any pain might be worthwhile.ā
You kissed him now, tearing your gloves from your hands and reaching up to cup his face and kiss him, āI love you, Anthony Bridgerton. Always. And I cannot wait to be your wife. It will be the greatest honour.ā
You were both hot and flustered, and it was taking everything in him not to push open your bedroom door and sweep you off your feet.
But for you, he was a gentleman, and so he settled for one final kiss atop your head and a sweet goodnight.
āWe shall tell the others as we break fast tomorrow, perhaps?ā you could see the dizzy joy in Anthonyās eyes as he asked this of you, and you nodded profusely.
āI cannot wait, my dear.ā
āThen I will bid you good night, my love. I will dream of you, and look forward to seeing you in the morning. Sleep well, my future viscountess.ā
āSleep well, my love.ā
As you went to part, you heard a rustle a little way down the corridor, both looking up to see a smug Benedict smirking, leaning on the wall just down the hallway.
āEven I underestimated my own plan. Congratulations, brother. You finally saw sense.ā
āāā
hello! i know this is completely random as iāve been writing for djats lately but i has this idea and felt the neeeeed to write it. feel free to request more bridgerton fics, as iām inspired at the moment and rewatching it.
pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader [plus platonic anthony x reader where heās being a matchmaker/shitstirrer]
description: you may not have been the seasonās diamond, but your debut had caused quite the stir in many a manās heart ā your childhood best friend benedict bridgerton included. however, given that the viscount had decided that he would marry this season, benedict cannot see why you would choose him over his brother.
warnings: kinda tiny bit of angst (if you squint) into tooth-rotting fluff !!! tiny bit of suggestive benedict at the very end but itās not much !
authorās note: this is basically like a reverse to the anthony one i wrote because i have a big olā soft spot for benedict too after my latest rewatch. enjoy !!! [edited, but not thoroughly ā will be returning to do so asap]
āYou look astonishing, Y/N,ā Benedictās eyes were wide when he saw you, āAbsolutely astonishing.ā
You blushed crimson under the intensity of his gaze, āYou donāt look too bad yourself this evening, Lord Bridgerton.ā
You never called him that ā youād known him far too long to consistently comply with formalities ā but considering that it was one of your very first balls of your very first season, you had to be the picture of manners.
āIt is so strange to hear you call me Lord Bridgerton,ā Benedict screwed his face up, āEven if it does give me some small hope that you might consider me too as one of your many suitors.ā
You shook your head gently with a laugh, āOh, Benedict, as if you would wish to court me.ā
Before he had a chance to retaliate with stern disagreement at your idea that it was such a preposterous notion, your eyes snapped up to see his brother entering the ballroom.
āAh,ā you grinned, noticing that he had spotted you both immediately and was on his way over to you, āIt appears your brother has finally arrived!ā
You didnāt look at Benedict for long enough to see the frown on his face at your apparent excitement.
For years, everyone around you had speculated about the closeness of your relationship with Benedict.
Granted, you were close with the whole family, but the tenderness with which Benedict treated you had always teetered on blatant romance even if neither of you had seen it before.
Of course he was aware of it now ā heād realised he was in love with you long ago as silly young teenagers, and now that you were finally out in society (emphasis on finally, as you had delayed doing so as much as possible) he had hoped to make that clear.
But of course your eyes were fixed on his brother, the Viscount, who had finally decided he wished to marry and therefore seemingly snatched all of your attention away from him.
āGood evening, my lord,ā you curtsied, and Anthony laughed, āSuch formality! How are you enjoying your first ball, Y/N? I trust my brother has not let you leave his side?ā
You giggled, and as much as Benedict adored the sound of your laughter he couldnāt help the clenching of his jaw at his brotherās remark and your evident amusement.
āHe has taken great care of me, undoubtedly,ā you smiled, hands resting on Benedictās upper arm for a moment as you leaned into him, āHow do you feel about your first ball on the hunt for a wife?ā
Anthony scoffed, āConsumed with dread, as expected,ā he joked, āBrother, would you mind if I stole Y/N away for one dance? Only so that I might enjoy one last moment of vague freedom before I endure the onslaught of mamas I see staring me down?ā
Benedict swallowed thickly, because yes he very much did mind you being stolen away to dance with a man who could provide for you so much better than he could.
He had always been second best to his brother, but never with you.
And now he felt rather ridiculous as he nodded meekly and watched you saunter away at the side of his own brother, who would never love you like he did nor treat you as more than a friend and a commodity necessary to the life of an important man.
āOf course.ā
You smiled shyly over at Benedict as you followed Anthony away, and made a mental note to confront him about the sad look gracing his features as you did so.
āMy brother is staring daggers into my skull already,ā Anthony chuckled as you took your positions to dance, āI rather wonder why he was not dancing with you if he is so bothered by my doing so.ā
You bit your lip, āWe have danced together twice already, Anthony. In fact, Iāve danced only with him so far tonight. I feelā¦ safe with Benedict. This is all so terrifying.ā
As Anthony beamed down at you knowingly, you realised quite what he had initially said, āWhatever do you mean by him staring daggers? Why would he be doing that?ā
āOh, my dear Y/N, you must see that my poor fool of a brother is overcome with jealousy at our interaction,ā he laughed as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, āParticularly now that I plan to marry. He quite clearly thinks that it is you I wish to do so with.ā
You looked down at your feet for a moment, suddenly feeling shy.
When you remembered that you were talking to a man you knew like he was part of your own family, however, your head snapped back up ā a smirk gracing your face.
āOh, am I not to become Viscountess? I so had my hopes up!ā you feigned a gasp, āIn all seriousness, Anthony, why on earth would Benedict think we might marry and more so why on earth would he care so much?ā
Anthony heaved out a deep sigh at that as you danced, almost irritated by your blatant ignorance to what was so clear.
āI donāt believe I should tell you the answer to that if you are somehow quite unaware of it yourself,ā he shook his head, briefly meeting the eyes of his brother as he spun you, and smiled almost teasingly at him, āI hope that after stealing you from him for this dance he might finally discuss it with you himself.ā
You rolled your eyes, āYou jest, Anthony, because if you are trying to imply that he has affections towards me Iām sure you are sorely mistaken.ā
Anthony stopped abruptly, quirking his eyebrow at you, āYou truly are oblivious?ā
You looked at him curiously, doe eyed and inquisitive as you waited for him to continue ā or to resume dancing so you didnāt continue to feel all eyes on your frozen frames.
āRight, very well. I am going to walk away now, all smiles,ā he informed you, plastering a smile on his face and nodding at the onlookers as he kissed the back of your hand to show no ill-will had halted your dance, āI would suggest that you get some fresh air, perhaps? My brother mightā¦ Come to check on you.ā
You forced a smile as he silently moved away from you and towards the buffet table at the other side of the hall.
With a sharp breath you took his advice, despite your confusion, and lifted your skirt a little to busy your hands as you traipsed out of the ballroom and onto the balcony.
Like clockwork, Benedict Bridgerton found himself at your side in mere moments.
āAre you waiting here for my brother?ā
The tension in the air was palpable, his voice low as he failed to hide the disappointment at his suspicions.
āNot for him, no.ā
āThen for another?ā
āI suppose so.ā
āApologies, then. Iāll leave you to it.ā
You spun on your heel now as he turned to leave, touching his shoulder, āNo, Benedict, I was waitingā for you.ā
āFor me?ā
The incredulous smile on his face made your heart swell with hope ā perhaps Anthony was right.
Maybe what you had spent all these years perceiving as friendship truly was reciprocated love all this time.
āAnthony claimed he believed you jealous, and that you thought we were attached,ā you giggled, and he swore his heart melted at the sound of your gentle laughter, āAnd I was utterly unsure as to why you would believe that, let alone be jealous of it. But then he told me to get some fresh air and that you might find me here and I became hopeful.ā
āHopeful?ā
āYes. Hopeful that perhaps the feelings that have steadily grown on my part throughout the time I have known you might be returned. That perhaps you were not joking when you said you hoped I might consider you a suitor this season,ā you blushed crimson as you served him your honest feelings on a silver platter.
He cocked his head to the side curiously, not quite believing you entirely though you were evidently being sincere, āDo you not wish to marry my brother?ā
You scoffed, quickly covering your mouth with your hand at the outburst, but then sighed as you looked deeply into his eyes, āOf course not, Benedict.ā
āBut he is a Viscount ā he could offer you so much more than I, and he seemed taken with you.ā
āHe was taken with making you jealous enough to confront me, my dear Benedict. He spent our dance essentially telling me to wise up and talk to you,ā you bit your lip nervously, āBecause he knows that I have long loved you, and believes that you feel the same.ā
The curious smile on his face grew now into a beaming grin, his hands flying to take yours within them and bring them to his lips for a gentle kiss.
āIā, Y/N, I cannotā I cannot even begin to express the joy that those words have brought me,ā the words tumbled from his lips like he couldnāt think fast enough to convey his feelings, āI have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I settled for cherishing mere friendship because I feared I would not beā¦ I would not be the man for you beyond that.ā
You shook your head, āBenedict, surely you know how dear you are to me? Iā at the very least in my heart, you are the man for me. Iāve been certain of it for so long and that is why I feared entering society so much. I didnāt want to marry for the sake of marriage and have to have the man I truly love as a mere friend. You are more than enough for me, Benedict, I feel safe with you ā you are home to me.ā
āAnd you are home to me, Y/N,ā he was trying so very hard not to kiss you, his words soft and delicate as his breath fanned over your face due to your newfound close proximity, āIf you would allow me toā¦ I would like to court you. In fact, I would propose to you now if I was to allow my selfishness to take control. But I want you to be sure it is me you want, even if it hurts to see you dance and converse with others.ā
āYouāre all I could ever want, Benedict,ā you spoke like it was utterly obvious, āAnd when you do propose, you can be certain of my acceptance. For now I am happy to share every dance with you and pretend we need to get to know each other to form an engagement. We have all of the time in the world.ā
āWe do.ā
You were both breathing heavily, eyes glossy with the sheer emotion of the confessions you had just shared.
āI wish so badly that I could kiss you right now, but I fear I may not be able to control myself in future once I do,ā his voice was barely above a whisper as you licked your lips, swallowing thickly.
āI wishā I wish you might kiss me too,ā your reply was hardly even coherent, too love drunk to properly formulate your words, āMore than anything.ā
He was still holding onto your hands, and so he brought them up to ghost another kiss over them again, settling for this as he fought his urge to press his lips to yours instead.
āAs you said, my love, we have all the time in the world,ā there was a subtle undertone of what you might describe as lust in his tone now, intertwined with the love struck lilt he had been speaking with.
Your breath hitched in your throat as his lips ghosted up your forearm briefly before he brought them back down to your hands.
āAnd I cannot wait.ā
āāā
horny benedict at the end to satiate my own need for that despite the intention for this to just be fluffy hahaha. hope you enjoyed !!!
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summary. biweekly movie nights with robin always go the same way, and youāre not complaining.
authorās note. i tried writing a longer fic for once! itās not great but i guess itās a start! my first time writing lesbian smut so comments are appreciated ^_^ and if you have suggestions on what i should write next my inbox is open!
pairing. robin buckley x reader
word count. 0.9k
genre. mature, porn with plot
warnings. best friends with benefits, friends to lovers, mature themes, fingering, boob grab, strap ons, cheating, lesbian sex, slight angst at the end
āgirls night!ā is what you tell your boyfriend when you kiss him goodbye at the end of your date and head off to robin buckleyās house. he tells you to have fun. you smile. you know you will.
these nights always went the same way.
you start by watching a movie, whatever robin picked up at work, as you both sit on her bed, popcorn in hand. somewhere in between laughing, robin sneaks an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. you never resist.
the popcorn is put aside at some point. then, you part your legs slightly, brushing it up against hers. an invitation for robin to slip a hand up your skirt and have her way with you. she obliges.
her fingers hook onto your soaking panties as she pulls them aside. you both pretend to watch the movie, but as she slips a finger into your core, your breath catches and you let out a soft whimper. out of the corner of your eye, you can tell sheās trying to hide a smirk.
another digit, then another, then sheās thrusting into you, finger-fucking your cunt. her movements are slow, delicate but precise. when she doesnāt speed up, you canāt help but rut against her curled fingers when she pushes into you, fucking yourself on them like youāre in heat.
the movie ends and the pretence is over. robin moves to straddle you. she smiles, kissing you gently as she pushes you to lay down flat. you have a hand in her hair pulling it tight for good measure. she has a hand on your waist, sneakily making its way up your shirt. you let out a gasp as she gives your breast a squeeze.
āplease.ā you whimper, doe-eyes pleading her as your hips rutted against her thigh. she groans, rolling off you as she gets up and searches through her night stand. you slip off your panties quickly, discarding them somewhere on the floor. she finds what she wants to quicklyāher strap-on.
ācāmere babe,ā robin urges you as she slips the strap-on up her legs, securing it tightly. she stands at the edge of the bed, runs a hand through her hair and says, āiāve been thinking about this all day.ā
you crawl towards her swaying your hips lightly, before sitting at the edge of the bed. you lift your knees to your chest, eyes meeting hers as you spread your legs, revealing your exposed heat, throbbing and dripping. your thighs were already covered with your slick.
robin pulls you in closer by your legs, and you both laugh as you lose your balance slightly. the atmosphere is never lost though, not with robin. she aligns herself with your cunt, and forces the plastic cock in, filling you up. you throw your head back as she readjusts and begins to fuck you.
robin leans in and pulls you towards her by the nape of your neck, her pace still relentless. she attaches her lips to yours, hot tongue slipping into your mouth when you let out a moan. you donāt notice her hand slip down until her thumb brushes your clit, and you involuntarily jolt upwards, forcing her cock deeper into you, your nails clawing at her back seeking some sort of grip.
you break off the kiss and robin leans in to nibble on your ear, sucking and letting out heavy pants, sending shivers down your spine. she continues working her fingers, rubbing your bundle of nerves as you squirm and cry, your eyes already squeezed shut in pleasure.
ācan your boyfriend do this to you?ā robin mutters, licking a stripe up your ear and thrusting hard, ācan he make you cum like i do?ā
you shake your head as she laughs, āthought so.ā
robin presses on, whispering in your ear all the things she wants to do to you, desperate to help you reach your peak. your body ruts into hers, her fingers move furiously against your clit as her strap fills your soaking hole, causing you to cry out.
ārobin,ā you let out, āiām-ā your breath hitches and you have to bite your lip to stop a moan as she grinds her cock in you, āiām close!ā
she hums, her hand on your neck pulling you in again for another heated make out. you try your best to relax, not wanting to cum yet. when you separate, your foreheads press against each others and her eyes seek assurance in yours as she wills you, ācum for me.ā
you allow your core to tighten up, and it only took a few more thrusts for your vision to go dark, streaks of euphoria sending electricity up your body. you call out her name as you cum, your hands seeking her desperately, wanting her pressed up against you.
āiām right here,ā she coos as you come down from your high. you roll over, sore and sweaty as robin takes off her strap, joining you in bed. laying down, you both turn to face each other.
āhi!ā robin says, grinning at you.
āhi!ā you reply, returning her enthusiasm.
you press your noses against each otherās and laugh, going in for another kiss. this time, gentle, soft, careful.
ābreak up with your boyfriend?ā she asks tentatively, eyes not meeting yours as she plays with your fingers.
āsoon,ā you tell her sadly, locking your fingers with hers, āthough not soon enough.ā
It would be nice to clear his [Eddieās] name, definetly. I donāt know how weāre gonna do that, but it feels unjust, isnāt it? He played the ultimate sacrifice for a town that thinks heās a monster, but heās not. So hopefully they can figure it out at some point.
mike wheeler is so incredibly ungrateful because how the hell do you have a girlfriend AND boyfriend and donāt know how to treat either of them right??
steve harrington acting all tough but the moment you wrap your pretty lips around his aching cock, you break him. his head falls back, he cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as you let your tongue run up and down his length. you pull away, and he gasps, hips rutting up desperately. ālook at me,ā you command, āor iāll stop.ā his eyes flicker down to you, kneeling at his feet, half naked and tongue lapping at the slit of his pretty pink cock. your eyes meet his and you move to encapsulate the tip of his member in your mouth, tongue swirling as you use your hands to bring him further to the edge. heās flustered, shy, embarrassed, but you only hum as his legs shakeāyou love seeing him come undone for you.
AAA thank you for 800 even tho i havenāt posted š work is INSANE and (tmi) iām getting irl smut so sorry eddie munson you are put on hold HAHAHA
