"Can I fuck your throat, or are you still hopelessly pining after Zabini?" Draco asked with a sigh, making you drop your quill as you turned around to look at him lounging on his bed, flicking through a newspaper like that wasn't the most insane way to break a twenty minute silence.
Your throat was dry as you opened and closed your mouth... Since when had Draco ever considered that with you?
"I..." You cleared your throat, shaking your head. "Draco, what the hell?"
"What?" He shrugged again, like that wasn't insane of him to say with no preamble. "It's a simple question."
"Why would you even ask me that?" You hissed, feeling your cheeks get hot as he furrowed his brows, finally lowering the newspaper... You were pretty sure it was the most you'd seen him read since you two had graduated a few years prior... Not that he wasn't smart, he was, he had just grown... A little lazy at times.
Not on purpose... It just happened.
"Because I'm horny and you're fit...?" Jesus... "Why the hell else would I be asking that." He said, sounding almost annoyed. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest.
"You're such an entitled prick." Your assessment didn't seem to bother him, all he did was shrug.
"An entitled prick who needs a blowjob." He sat up then, giving you a sincere smile. "C'mon... If you do a good job, I'll let you sit on my face." You gasped.
The crazy thing was you could tell from his expression that he meant that.
What the fuck?
"You are disgusting, I don't even know why we're friends." You tried to ignore the small voice in your head that was telling you to do it for some fucking reason... Maybe it was because you hadn't gotten laid in a while, but that voice was not helpful. "Like... Seriously, what the hell?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you telling me you've never considered it?" He asked, and you froze, feeling caught... You'd considered it multiple times over the last few years, not seriously, mostly just when you were both drunk and no one else was around... You wondered what all the fuss was about, how he always seemed to have a stream of people that wanted him.
"I..."
"It'd drive Zabini mad if he knew you were no longer doting on him hand and foot... It'd probably push him far enough that he'd at least consider fucking you." You frowned.
That watered down everything you felt about Blaise.
"I don't want him to fuck me-." He rolled his eyes, cutting you off.
"Oh, spare me, I've seen you practically dry hump him on a couch before because he showed you a little attention." Your face burned as you looked down at your hands, recalling the night he was referring to well... You'd been too desperate, too willing to take next to nothing and then be discarded when someone hotter walked into the room. You'd been practically invisible to him since then, it was killing you. "I'm just saying, if you want that attention to turn from a little into a lot, you should blow me."
"..." Okay... You took a deep breath, clapping your hands together. "Even if I did say yes, which I have not... How would he even find out about it?" You asked and he frowned, nodding slowly like he was actually thinking out the logistics of this.
Unbelievable.
"Hm... Fair." He rubbed his hand over his chin, nodding as he worked through it. "We'd probably have to do it a few times in various places around the flat... And various times. You never know when he's going to be home, he's always out doing something..." You raised an eyebrow.
That... Sounded beneficial to one person.
Him.
"This is starting to sound like a ploy for you to just get your dick wet." You said, and he nodded earnestly, shrugging.
Well... Honesty was good... It made you want to beat him, but it was good.
"Oh, that's part of it. I'm not going to pretend like I'm not an opportunist, this arrangement would be very beneficial to me... But I am not kidding about Blaise's jealousy." He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. "He's like... Okay, right now, you're like... A pumpkin pasty." Mmmm... Yeah, not what you wanted to be in this anaology.
"I already hate this."
"Hear me out." You did not want to... You wanted to hex him, but he kept talking anyway. "He likes those, he thinks they're good, but he's not losing his mind over them. Not until he sees someone else taking them, then suddenly they're all that he wants." Huh?
"So... He's not even gonna see me as an option until I'm with someone else?" You asked, and Draco shook his head.
What the fuck was this man on about?
"No, he sees you as one now." Oh. Then what the fuck?
You didn't want to ruin your chance.
"Okay, then why-." He held up his hand, cutting you off.
"But you're a backup." You grimaced, the words cutting through you like a hot knife... It was worse because you knew he didn't even mean to hurt you, it was just so obvious to everyone but you.
"... Oh."
"If you want to get to first string, this is a surefire way to do that." He said, his tone gentler now.
You let out a shaky sigh... Fuck it, right?
"... Are you sure about this?" You asked, and he rolled his eyes, nodding.
He was bold for being sassy with you... If you did agree to do this, you'd be sucking him off, you could easily just bite his cock off.
"I've known the man for years, Y/N. What good would lying about that do?" Well... That...
It would actually do him plenty of good in this situation.
"You'd still get a blowjob." You said flatly, and he held up his hands in surrender.
"I promise. I'm not lying." He sounded sincere... But he had lied sincerely in the past. "And if I am, I give you full permission to hex me in whatever embarrassing way you can think of." Hmm.... That made it more fun.
"..." ... What the hell, right? It'd been a while; you could use a good fuck... and it'd be good practice for when Blaise did want you. "Fine. Fine... We can try it." He grinned, and you gave him a warning look. This wasn't going to be anything but a mutually beneficial arrangement. That was all. "But this is strictly a business arrangement." He nodded, faux solemnity on his face.
"Oh, I know. I'm very professional." What?
"Mind you, you started this conversation with 'you should let me fuck your throat'." You said, putting quotes around the words as he gasped, placing a hand over his chest like he was truly offended.
"Excuse you, I was a gentleman. I asked if I could fuck your throat. There is a difference." You rolled your eyes.
Semantics. His favorite thing to argue.
"Oh, pardon me." "Okay, uh..."
"Take your shirt off." Fair. You pulled your shirt over your head, your bra quickly following as you heard him sharply inhale. "Merlin..." You glanced over to see that his face had grown flushed, his jaw set as he gripped onto his knees like they were a lifeline. You raised your eyebrow, turning towards him.
Odd reaction from someone who wanted you to suck him off, but who were you to say how he needed to respond?
"What?" He shook his head and puffed out a breath, his composure returning.
"Better than I expected." He undid his belt and pants before leaning back on his elbows, gesturing towards his cock. "Now c'mere, kneel down and take my pants down... No need to be shy about it." He insisted, and you sighed, dropping to your knees as he lifted his hips, letting you pull down his pants and boxers, his cock smacking up against his stomach... Damn.
You knew he was hard, but you didn't realize just how much he needed this.
Fuck.
"I'm not shy." Your defensiveness gave you away, and he chuckled, giving you a knowing look.
"You're a little nervous." He said, and you sighed, nodding as you found your eyes drawn to his cock... It was pretty... not too big, not overly long, and curved in a way that made your cunt clench at the thought of it inside of you.
It'd hit all the right places, and this wouldn't make her pause if it wasn't someone she knew.
That just added a whole new layer to everything.
"I've never sucked a friend's dick before, cut me some slack." Draco chuckled, seeing uncharacteristically kind as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.
You reached out, stroking over his cock as he thrust gently into your hand, nodding slowly.
"I'd assume it's similar to sucking a stranger off." "Don't overthink it."
"You've got a pretty cock." You mumbled, pausing as you grimaced... That was not a normal compliment. "Sorry, that was weird-." He cut you off, shaking his head with a self-satisfied smirk.
"All of me is pretty, don't apologize for saying something that's true." His words shot up when you darted your tongue out to lick over his cock, smacking it against your tongue a few times as you felt your heart pound with anticipation.
He tasted good... Clean... Not that you expected anything less.
This wouldn't be so bad. You'd had worse.
"Mmm..." You groaned in spite of yourself, dragging your tongue over the vein across the back of his cock, watching his muscles tense as he closed his eyes, forcing a breath out of his nose. You felt triumphant already... Clearly he wouldn't be hard to take apart. This wouldn't last long. You licked up to the tip, darting your tongue over the slit to gather the precum on your tongue, moaning at the taste.
He did taste divine, a lot better than the strangers you'd met at pubs over the years. He swore under his breath.
"Get on with it." Needy...
"I can't savor you?" You asked, keeping your voice light and teasing as you darted your tongue out again and again, watching him shiver.
"I'm used to the heat of the moment, normally people move faster than-." You sat up, sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth before hollowing your cheeks and dragging your tongue over it, nothing how he writhed as you pushed further down. That's what you wanted. "This." He gasped, his mouth dropping open as you swallowed more of him down, gagging as he pushed into your throat. You forced a breath out of your nose, bringing your hand up to grasp the hilt of it, working yourself slowly further down until finally your nose was pressing against his pelvis.
For a moment, you stayed there, letting your throat relax around him, feeling how he throbbed from even that before you pulled off, coughing as you watched a string of saliva connect to his cock.
He was breathing unevenly, looking down at you with wide eyes as you chuckled.
"Was that more your speed, Malfoy?" You asked, and instead of answering, he set his jaw and gripped your hair, pushing you back down onto his cock.
Fuck.
Holy shit, that was actually pretty hot...
"Shut the fuck up and take my goddamn cock." He grunted, thrusting his hips roughly, making you choke and drool around him, your eyes rolling back in your head.
God, it'd been a while since you'd been with someone who was willing to be rough.
"Mmm... Mmm..." You whimpered, feeling your cunt throbbing in spite of yourself... You knew that if you focused on that for too long, you might get carried away, and as much as part of you was considering taking him up on his offer... You didn't want to get attatched.
It would be too much too fast, and you really were doing this for Blaise... You couldn't let him know that you were actually enjoying this.
He tugged at your hair, forcing his cock impossibly deeper as you gagged around him, eyes blurring with tears.
"Fuck, your throat is so tight... Merlin, that's amazing." He grunted, and you brought your hand up, cupping his balls as you let him work your head up and down. You massaged them in your hands, feeling him shiver beneath you.
"That's it, work me up... Work me up, you goddamn slut." Your eyes widened at the words, feeling your cunt squeeze around nothing as you tried to move your head faster.
God, you actually wanted him to cum... Draco had never been your type, he was too entitled, too whiny... But if this was how he was in bed...
No. No, this was for Blaise, this was all to get his attention, you couldn't lose sight of that.
"Made for this shit..." Fuck, he was saying all the right things... You were sure that if you reached down and felt your cunt, you were dripping down your thighs.
You moved more frantically now, bringing your fingers up to tug on your nipples, to give yourself something.... And you noted the moan that left his lips when he noticed.
Fuck... Shit...
You needed him more than you thought.
"Oh... Yeah, just like that..." He panted, letting you set the pace for a moment. You pulled off a bit, licking and sucking on the tip of his cock as you jerked him off, whimpering at the taste, at the way that he shivered and shook underneath you before letting out a low grunt and thrusting hard, fucking into your throat again.
Fuckfuckfuck...
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Yesyesyes "Oh... Shit, baby..." He gasped, his hips jerking up before they stilled, pushing you further down as you dug your nails into his thighs, feeling his cock twitch in your throat.
You tried to pull off, but he didn't let you.
Holy fucking hell.
"Swallow it. Fucking take it, swallow my cum." He grunted, holding your head down on his cock as hot cum spilled down your throat, making you choke as you frantically swallowed it down. He held you there for a split second more, oxygen vacating your lungs entirely before he pulled you off, falling flat back on the bed as you coughed, wiping the bit of cum that had dripped onto your chest off and licking it off your finger.
He really did taste fucking phenomenal.
"You came quick."
"You are fucking amazing at that." "Zabini is missing out."
"Well, hopefully not for long, right?"
"Exactly." "We should do this again tomorrow... Maybe a little later in the day, I think he said he'll be out late."
"Works for me, I'm not busy." "I'll take you up on riding your face then, okay?"
"You don't wanna do it now?" "I am all for it."
"I have to go clean myself up." You sighed, fighting the urge to just give in and see if his face really made as good of a seat as it looked like it did right now.
He smirked at you, eyes glinting with lust as he sat up on his elbows.
"I could help with that." His eyes flicked up and down your body, making your skin go hot when he paused between your legs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I do a thorough job." Fuck.
You squeezed your legs together and forced out a deep breath, shaking your head... There were a couple reasons why tonight wouldn't work for getting carried away. You had work in the morning; your flat mate needed you to feed her cat... And he'd asked you over here to help him with work.
That hadn't happened yet. That was a lot to fit into a couple of hours.
"Show me tomorrow." You cleared your throat, leaning towards him a bit, watching how his eyes settled on your breasts, his cock twitching slightly. Fuck... "You do good enough and... Maybe I'll let you fuck me for real, huh?" He looked up at you, genuine surprise on his face as he sat up.
Was that not... The most obvious course of action?
If they were doing this to get a rise out of someone, that would probably do the heavy lifting.
"Really?" You nodded.
Plus... He was probably a good fuck.
Two birds, one stone.
"I mean, the longer we go..." You trailed off, wanting him to come to a conclusion that made sense. He nodded slowly.
"The more likely he'll see us." Exactly. That's... That's totally the only reason. Not because you wanted to know how Draco fucked if that was how he was during a blowjob. "Smart, yeah. That's... Exactly why I would do it." Sure...
You cleared your throat, standing up as you searched the ground for your shirt, pulling it over your head.
"I'll be back."
"You're not leaving?" He asked, and you raised your eyebrow and shook your head... You hadn't come over to blow him; you'd come over to help him with work.
"I came here because you said you needed help with something for work; we haven't done that yet." He blinked, nodding as if he was remembering that now... He'd better actually need help with something, otherwise that was the lamest excuse for getting a blowjob you'd ever seen. It worked, but still. "As long as you keep your cock in your pants, it shouldn't take long." You joked, and he winked, his hand coming down to stroke over his already semi-hard cock.
You clenched your hands at your sides, resisting the sudden urge you had to kneel in front of him all over again.
"No promises." Jesus.
"Wanker." You muttered, smiling in spite of it... Part of you hoped he wouldn't keep his hands to himself.
Merlin, that had been a mistake... You should've known it'd be easy to want more with him.
My bedsheets are ablaze
I've screamed his name
Building up like waves
Crashing over my grave
You can't stop thinking about Steve Harrington when having sex with your boyfriend.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
words: 7k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with a plot, female masturbation, oral (fem receiving), p in v, protected penetrative sex, dirty talk, pet names, reader being a bit of a perv and listens to steve having sex, lots of fantasying about steve, best friend/roommate!steve, use of y/n, female reader, she/her pronouns for reader, emotional cheating (i guess??), inclusion of ronance because why not!! eddie is also alive and well and also bi!!
author's note: it is finally here!! i've been banging on about this fic a lot and i'm glad that part one is here. you guys have been just as excited about this fic as me so iâm so happy that iâm finally sharing it as i thought of this idea in january!! full transparency, this was meant to be just one part fic but then i realised that i wanted much more of a story and sooooo here we are!
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âOhâfuckâIâm so close, babe. Tell me youâre close, tell me youâreââ
You wished you could say you were. You wished your moans falling from your lips were genuineâthat you were right there with your boyfriend but youâd be lying. You werenât even close.
âYeah, super close,â you tell him in a not so breathless voice.
James was too busy chasing his release to even notice.
You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew it was over before it had even begun for you.
Your boyfriend spills into the condom, with a loud grunt of your nameâpressing his face right into the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered against yours.
You keep your hands on his shoulders, trying to keep the disappointed look off your face as James pulls his softening cock out of you.
James wasâwell, he was objectively a perfect boyfriend. He was kind, attentive, always there when you needed him. He loved your family and in return, your family loved him. But in the bedroom? He left you pretty high and dry.
He never took his timeâseemed to look at foreplay as an obligation rather than something to be enjoyed. He never spent more than a few minutes with his mouth between your legs. He never let you set the pace, never made sex about you. It was always about him. And after care? Well, that was a foreign concept to James. He tended to fall asleep less than five minutes after finishing.
It wasnât that he didnât care about your pleasure because he didâfor all of ten seconds before his own needs started to outweigh yours. Heâd press his fingers inside you and the moment it started to feel good for youâwhen you would let out a few soft moans or start to move your hips, heâd take it as a job well done. Or worseâinstead he would start pumping his fingers too quickly, pistoning them in and out of you as fast as he could. As if it did anything for you.
You had tried to tell him thisâgently, of course. Trying to let him know what felt good for you but he just wouldnât retain the information. Or perhaps, when it came to your pleasure over his, he didnât want to listen. You had tried to convince yourself that it wasnât the latter.
As James rolled over in bedâyou felt that familiar sense of guilt build. The one that reminded you of the date he had taken you on tonight. How much money the fancy dinner had cost and how he had refused to let you pay for it. The guilt was a reminder how lucky you were to have a guy like James. In the past, guys weren't so great to you. In fact, you had dated some downright assholes. Guys who werenât kind. Guys who didnât respect you. Hell, some guys you were sure didnât even really like you. And James was great. Reallyâhe was. You were sure you loved himâsure that he was the kind of man you could marry. The kind of man who was a smart, sensible choice.
But as you looked over at the man you should love unconditionallyâalready falling asleep with the condom still onâyou were beginning to question whether smart and sensible was the right choice.
A year ago, you had been in dire need of a roommate. Your previous roommate, Rachel, had moved out after landing her dream job in a different city. You had been happy for her but it had left you with a two bed apartment that you could not afford on your own.
James hadnât wanted to move in at that pointâyou had only been together for a few months back then and neither of you were ready to take that big step yet. And so, you were without a roommate and a monthly rent that was haemorrhaging money from you.
That was until your co-worker Robin Buckley told you about Steve Harrington.
âWait, Steve as in Steve?â You had asked her, a skeptical look on your face. âAs in your girlfriendâs ex-boyfriendâthat Steve?â
Robin had rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the mug of coffee she had been in the middle of making. The sound of Every Breath You Take by The Police drifting into the radio station kitchen from the booth. You still had two minutes and a couple of ad breaks before you needed to be back inside for the remainder of the Rockinâ Robin breakfast show. You were tired from the early morning but mostly, you were stressed out about your current living situation and Robin could tell.
âYesâthat Steve,â she says, stirring in an unholy amount of sugar. âCâmon, itâs not weird. Weâre like best friends. I can vouch for him. Iâm like ninety eight percent sure he isnât a murderer.â
You grimace a little, tired eyes flickering over to Robin. âNinety eight percent isnât enough for me.â
Robin huffs, turning to face you fully now with her hands on her hips. âCâmon (y/n)âyou trust me right? You can trust him.â
You think about it, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet.
âBut heâs a guy, Robs,â you say finally. âI donât want to live with a guy.â
Robin lets out a snort of laughter despite herself.
âPoint taken,â she says before looking at you again carefully. âJustâjust think about it, yeah? His parents just kicked him out and he doesnât have anywhere else to go. Heâs been sleeping on my couch for the past week and I gotta say, I donât think itâs good for mine and Nanceâs sex life if her ex-boyfriend is snoring in the other room every night.â
You falterâmake the mistake of looking at her faceâat her big blue eyes that looked just the right amount of pleading to make you reconsider.
âIâll think about it,â you told her.
Steve had moved in that Friday.
The first week had been a little awkwardâtiptoeing around each other in the hallway and trying to keep out of each otherâs space. But after Steve had returned from picking up the last few bits from his parents houseâcoming back empty handed with red rimmed eyesâyou had wordlessly handed him a bowl of homemade macaroni and cheese and suggested watching a movie together.
After that, you stopped tiptoeing.
And living with him? It was pretty great. He was surprisingly neat and an excellent cook. He always took the initiative to go out and do the food shopping when you were running low on the necessities. He didnât mind that you had way too many houseplants, that the refrigerator had too many magnets on it or that the couch was baby pinkâSteve was just happy to be living with you.
Somewhere between making coffees for each other in the morning and watching old movies together on the couchâyou had formed a friendship that was built out of a genuine connection to each other rather than out of convenience like it had with Rachel. You had even finally accepted Robinâs offer of going out with her friends now that you lived with Steve. You had met her girlfriend Nancy in the past but Jonathan Byers and Eddie Munson had been complete mysteries to you. They turned out to be just as Robin had describedâJonathan a little quiet but once you got to know him wouldnât shut up about his short films when you asked how they were going. And Eddie wasâwell, Eddie was the kind of person who people noticed when he walked into a room.Â
In time, they had met James. You had a feeling that they didnât think much of him. The way Eddie rolled his eyes when James started talking about sports. How Robin would yawn when he bought up his job as a stock broker. How Nancy would bristle when James tried to explain the stock market to her as though she was stupid. How Jonathan would go quiet around him. How Steve glared at James when he would talk over you and would interject to say âactually, (y/n) was talkingâ.
And so, you had never told your friends about your borderline terrible sex life. Never told them that James had only made you come once. Never told them you had to get yourself off in the bathroom after he had gone to sleep. And you probably never would tell them.
âYou know what I love?â Eddie asks the group one Friday night at your and Steveâs local bar. It was grimy, located only a few yards from your apartmentâhence why it was your local hauntâbut it was yours. Warts and all.
âWeed?â suggests Jonathan.
Eddie clicks his fingers, smiling at Jonathan.
âYou know me, Byers,â Eddie says but shakes his head. âBut noâthatâs not what Iâm talking about.â
âSomething Eddie Munson loves,â Robin muses, tapping the table gently as she considers the question.
âD&D?â Steve puts forward.
âNancyâs mom?â You say with a wry smileâNancy shooting you a glare as Steve tries to hide his laughter.
âThat deli shop by the record store that is totally going to get shut down for health violations?â Robin offers.
Eddie groans, looking pained as he looks over at Robin.
âWhy do you have to remind me?â
âEddie, that place has given you food poisoning like five times,â Nancy points out.
âAnd it was worth it. Every damn time.â
You laugh, smiling at Eddieâs dramatics. Sometimes you wondered why he had never considered theatre.
âSo what is it you love Eddie?â Steve asks, leaning back in the booth beside you. His arm resting behind your headâcomfortable, easy, just like it always was between you two.
âOral sex,â Eddie says simply.
You choke on your drink while your friends laugh at Eddieâs admission.
âGiving or receiving?â Steve asks while you try to regain composure, face warm and looking anywhere but at your friends. Any talk about sex you tended to not engage inânot wanting to admit to your friends that you rarely enjoyed sex with your own boyfriend.
âBoth,â Eddie says, smiling.Â
You tried your best to keep a neutral expressionâto not involve yourself too much with the conversation. Trying not to recall the last time James had gone down on youâhow it had lasted barely two minutes. How you had been thankful it was over. How you had âreturnedâ the favour with all the enthusiasm that James didnât possess.
âWhat about you, (y/n)?â Eddie asks suddenly, brows wiggling as you look up at him.
âAbout me, what?â you ask, because you hadnât been paying attention to the conversation for the past two minutes, too busy thinking of anything beside how terrible your boyfriend was at giving head.
Eddie laughsâloud and without much care who heard. âOralâdo you prefer giving or receiving?â
Your face warmsâyouâre sure that your friends can all tell how flustered you were by the question.Â
âYou donât have to answer that,â Steve tells you, glaring at Eddie as he pats your shoulder gently. âEddieâs just being intrusiveââ
âOh, come on,â Eddie groans and nudges your knee under the table with his. âWe never hear about your sex life, (y/n).â
âNot everyone is as open as you, Munson,â Nancy says.
Eddie huffsâgrabbing his beer and taking a swig. âIâm just curious to know which she prefers,â Eddie says innocently, hands up in surrender.
Your leg bounces beneath the table as you consider giving Eddie an answer or not. Generally, you didnât discuss your sex life with James with anyone. You were too scared to give away your dissatisfaction with it. It made you feel shameful for even thinking of complaining. To actually voice those complaints? Wellâthat felt like opening Pandoraâs Box. But there was a large part of you that couldnât help but feel left out.
âGiving,â you say finally without looking up. It was the honest truth. You donât tell them that the reason for this was because you hated when James tried going down on you. Hated to pretend he was good at it. Hated how much he clearly disliked doing it. âI-I prefer giving.â
You were not sure why you felt the need to answer anyway. Maybe it was how left out you felt during these conversations. How much you wished you were having as good sex as all your friends were. Maybe because you just wanted to be included for once. You feel your face warm but you try not to shy away as you look up at your friendsâall looking at you in slight disbelief.
âWhat?â You ask, eyes flickering between each of your friends before landing finally on Steve.
âNothing,â Steve says, blinking in apparent shock at your admission. âItâs justââ
âIâve never known a girl who would choose giving head over receiving it,â Eddie interjects before glancing at Robin and Nancy. âNot a straight one anyway.â
Your face warms, taking a long swig of your drink and wishing you could blend into the furniture.
âI justâprefer doing it, I guess,â you say quietly with a small shrug.
âWell,â Eddie begins with a small smile and a wink sent your way. âEither youâre incredibly giving or James isnât doing a good enough job.â
Everyone laughs and you know you should stand up for Jamesâfor your boyfriend, the man you supposedly lovedâbut instead, you go quiet. Your face somehow feeling even hotter than before. You seem to shrink back further in the booth. No one seems to notice how you donât defend your boyfriendâEddie was too busy already recounting the tales from his latest hookup with a bartender. But Steveâs eyes linger on you for a moment. Noticing the way your jaw tenses, your fingers flexing as though wishing to grip onto the table.
He doesnât comment on it. Not just yet anyway.
At one in the morning, you walk back with Steve to the apartment as you always did. Both a little bit tipsy and laughing at things that werenât that funnyâthe fact Steve had been wearing his shirt inside out the entire evening, how you had tripped over the curb outside the bar.
âCareful,â Steve warns you, laughing as his hands gently steer you away from the curb for a third time. âWhat would you do without me, huh?â
âBe miserable,â you reply with a tipsy giggle. Steve smiles, hooking an arm around your shoulders as you approach your apartment building. Being the slightly more sober oneâSteve is the one to fish out the key from his pocket and open the door. Heâs the one to drag you away from the front desk before you could get too distracted by the notice board (âbut Steve apartment 9A is selling their microwave!â). Heâs the one to manoeuvre you into the elevator and to stop you from pressing all the buttons.
âOkayânext week, Iâm the one who is getting drunk and you can take care of me,â Steve huffs as he guides you down the hallway towards your apartment. One arm around your shoulders so you donât try to escape.
âMâkay,â you murmur as you watch Steve unlock the door.Â
Once youâre in the safety of your apartment, Steve breathes a sigh of relief. He watches as you wonder over to that damn pink couchâflop down onto it and kick off your shoes.Â
âIâm going to get you some water,â Steve announces, taking off his own shoes and leaving them carefully by the front door before heading into the kitchen.
You simply hum in acknowledgement, head titled back and staring up at the ceiling.
Steve returns with two glasses of water a few moments later. He sets them down on the coffee table before leaning down to pick up your discarded shoes. You bite back a smile as you watch him place them neatly down beside his own shoes near the front door.Â
âI was going to put them back eventually,â you tell him as he sits down on the couch beside you, the couch dipping a little under his weight.
Steve shrugs, as though it wasnât a big deal before he picks up your glass of water and hands it to you.
âDrink,â he tells you gently. You send a small, grateful smile before you take the glass from him and take a generous gulp of water. Steve watches, amused before he sips from his own glass.
Itâs quiet then between the pair of youâyou tilting your head back up to glance at the ceiling while Steve thoughtfully taps his fingers against the glass in his hands.
âHey, (y/n)?â
âYeah?â You ask, turning your head to look at Steve.
He looks back at you, a slightly apprehensive look on his faceâone that indicated that he was carefully considering his next words.
âI justâI noticed that youâthat you didnât say anything back to Eddie earlier.â
Even though you were still a little tipsy, still feeling the alcohol hum through your veinsâSteveâs words cut through you. Instantly, you knew what he was referring to. That little comment Eddie had made about why you had said you preferred giving oral over opposed to receiving it. You swallowâyou knew you had to play dumb. The truth was too embarrassing. It made that guilt take residence in your chest again.
âWhen?â You ask finally. âEddie talks so much shit that it all kind ofâŠblurs into one.â
Steve chuckles, leaning back against the sofaâhis elbow knocking against yours. âYeah, noâyou got that right,â he says with a quick nod and another glance at you. âI justâit was that dig at James he made. You didnâtâyou didnât say anything. You didnâtâI dunno, stick up for him, I guess.â
You donât say anything, you just stare wordlessly down at your lap as you try not to react.
When you say nothing, Steve hesitates for a split second before he presses on, âI justâI wanted to check ifâyou know, if everything was okay between the two of you?â
 âYeah,â you say, a beat too quickly as you look down at the glass of water in your hands. âWeâre good. Why wouldnât we be?â
Steve doesnât look convinced. He looks back at you with an expression that plainly told you that he did not believe a damn word you were saying.
âBecause you just let Eddie sayâŠwhat he said,â Steve says. âThat James isnât good in bed.â
Againâyou say nothing. Not for any other reason than because you suddenly had the overwhelming urge to be honest. To tell Steve everything. How James couldnât make you come. How he no longer seemed to care if you finished. How his pleasure was always placed above yours.
Steve seems to understand something in your silenceâhis eyes on you, watching you with careful consideration, as though he was choosing his next words carefully.
âYou know you deserve better, right?â
The words pull at something deep in your chest. The alcohol makes it difficult to control the cocktail of guilt, shame and embarrassment swirling in your gut.
âI donât,â you murmur finallyâthe words that deep down, you didnât really believe. Because you didnât truly feel as though you deserved James. He was goodânot like the assholes you had dated in the past and you felt immensely guilty that you were doubting him all because he couldnât make you come.
Steve looks at you in utter disbelief, opening his mouth as if he was ready to argue but you silence him by unsteadily getting to your feet.
âMâgoing bed,â you tell him, clumsily making your way into the kitchen with your glass of half-drunk water. Steve followsâjust to make sure that you didnât break anything (whether that be the glass in your hand or even an arm or a leg).
He watches you tip the last of the water into the sink and he continues to watch as you leave the empty glass on the drying rack.
âYou know you can talk to me if somethingâs wrong,â Steve suddenly says, making you turn to look at himâeyes unfocused due to the alcohol and your world just a little bit wobbly. âLike seriously. Even if itâs aboutâyou know.â
Your face warms, you avert your eyes.
âJust drop it, yeah?â You murmur back, not meeting his eye. âItâs fineâIâm fine, Steve.â
Despite how tipsy you wereâthe words were final and Steve understood that. He looked at you for a long moment before finally nodding. âOkay,â he says simply before he forces a smile. âGet some rest, yeah? Iâll make sure to have a hangover breakfast ready for you.â
You manage a smileâa genuine smileâbecause Steve always did thoughtful things like this. Even if you were drawing a clear line in the sand on the conversation.Â
âThank you,â you say, finally looking at Steveâs face and seeing the concern in his eyes which did not help the guilt you felt deep in your gut. Because now you felt awful for not being honest with Steve. And soâbefore you head to your room, you give Steve a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
You slip away before you see how Steveâs face flushes.Â
The thing about living with Steve Harrington meant that you heard him have sex. Like, a lot.
The moment you heard loud moans coming from his bedroom, you would grab your walk-man, some headphones and drown out whatever unholy sounds were coming from the other side of the wall.
Tonight was no different. It was a week after that evening at the bar and after a long day at work, you were in your room when the moaning started. You knew he had been out on a date and you also knewâjudging by the giggling that you had heard when Steve had returned ten minutes agoâthat him and his date had retreated to his room. And so, what you heard next was inevitable. Your hands reached for your walk-man andâ
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â you hear Steve say in a low voice. âSoak my fingersâjust like that. Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?â
The words shock you. Hearing Steve say such filthy words makes your breath hitch and thenâ
To your absolute horrorâthe words go straight to your core.
Your thighs squeeze together without permission.
Holy fuck.
This is wrong. This was so fucking wrongâ
âThatâs it. Godâkeep squeezing my fingers just like that, baby. Youâre going to feel incredible around my cock.â
You bite the inside of your mouth. Your fingers closing around the walkman, eyes on the headphones andâ
âYou want my mouth?â
âYes, Steveâpleaseâoh, oh godâohââ
The moans coming from behind the wall had become obscene. High pitched, mixed with Steveâs own muffled groans.
You closed your eyes, imagining Steveâs thick head of hair between your thighs as he sucked on your clit, your slick dripping down his chinâ
Oh god, no. You couldnât fantasise about that, about himâit was wrong, it wasâ
âYou taste so fucking good.â
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt warmth spread through you at those words. Hotâlike lava seeping through your veins.
You felt an ache between your legs you hadnât felt in a long time. As you squeezed your thighs together to try and ease the feeling, you let out a small gasp when you realised you were wet. Like really fucking wet.
Your fingers seem to have a mind of their ownâdancing down your thighs until you feel your own slick coating your inner thigh from where it had trickled down from your cunt.
The urge to move your fingers higher was overwhelming. To plunge your fingers into your aching cunt and get off like you desperately needed to. The moans coming from the woman who was being eaten out by Steve Harrington was all you could hear.Â
And that mental image of Steveâyour roommate, your friend, the guy who was most certainly not your boyfriendâlapping at your soaked cunt was too much.
Your fingertips danced over the delicate lace of your panties before you knew what you were doing. That tiny bit of pressure was enough to make your hips buck up instinctively, stopping the whimper that threatened to fall out. You repeated the action, moving your finger around the damp spot in your panties and focusing only on Steveâs muffled groans. You have to bite down on your free hand to stop yourself from moaning as your fingers begin to circle your sensitive bud over the lace.
The nameless womanâs moans were only getting louder and louder.
And thatâs when you gave in.
Your fingers slipped beneath the lace material of your panties. The first contact with your bare, wet pussy sent shock waves of pleasure through your body. You try not to think about how James never made you this wet as you slide your index and middle finger through your wetness.
You try to imagine Jamesâyour sweet, caring boyfriend between your legs. How his big blue-green eyes would look up at you sweetly. You wished it was enough to get you off. You wished he was good. As good asâ
âSteve! Ohâfuckâdonât stop!â
And that was itâall thoughts of your boyfriend gone. The image of James replaced by Steve. And the thought of Steve using his mouth on you was enough to make your head fall back in ecstasy as your fingers worked fasterâusing your wet slick to coat your clit. The sensation sent a surge of white hot pleasure through you. You bit back a moanâyour first orgasm in weeks right there. You were so close, you just need a little moreâ
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Steveâs voice rumbles through the wall. âCome for me.â
That voiceâthat fucking voiceâis what pushes you over the edge. The wave of pleasure was so intense, so sudden that you almost failed to muffle your moan with your hand. You feel it in every nerve in your body. Your legs shake and you feel your release dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
You lay there, chest heaving, the bliss you felt moments before slowly slipping away as the sounds of Steve and the nameless women were drowned out by the shame that had started to creep through your body. You felt it in your very bonesâyou had just gotten off (for the first time in a long, long time) by thinking of someone other than your boyfriend. And it wasnât just someone, it was Steve. Your roommate. Your friend. Sweet, kind and caring Steve.
You shouldnât have done itâyou know you shouldnât have. And yetâyou already want to do it again. Especially when you could hear the sound of skin slapping against each other in the next room. It made that feeling in your gut return. Hot, aching where your fingers had just been.
No. You couldnât. It was wrong. So very wrong.
One time. You told yourself. Just one time.
The next time James went down on you, you were determined to come.
You had decided that the morning after you had been listening to Steve and that woman.
Jamesâ roommates were out and that meant you werenât confined to his room as you usually were.
He had laid you down on the couchâhis shirt half off and belt unbuckled. You could tell he just wanted to fuck you. But you just wanted to see if he couldâ
âEat me out,â you murmur against the skin of his neck. âJamesâplease.â
James wasnât one for talking dirty. Not because he disliked it but because it seemed to affect him too much. At your words he groaned and his hand that had been massaging one of your breasts stilled. You could feel his hardened cock through his jeans pressed against your thighâswear you felt it twitch at your words alone. Admittedly, it turned you on. That was a start.
âOkay,â James says, leaning back to look at your face. âOkayâI can do that.â
You try not to think that he sounds like heâs talking business. As though going down on you was a meetingâan afternoon meeting? âSure, I can do thatâ. Need that report by Monday? âSure, I can do thatâ.
James didnât take his timeâyou knew he was aching painfully from how hard he wasâand so he just pushed up the skirt of your dress, hastily tugged down your panties before his mouth met your barely soaked folds. You felt his tongue slide between them and you let out a breathy moan. It was niceânot unpleasant justâŠnice.
His mouth is working overtime, altering between kitten licks and slow, languid licks at your entrance. Again, itâs nice but you get this feeling that he isnât as into it as you want him to be. It takes you out of the experience entirely. You know heâs just doing it because you askedâthat heâd rather be fucking with you with his cock rather than his tongue. Heâs not moaning and groaning between your legs like Steve had been with that woman. The memory of your roommatesâ groans was still hot in your mind and you were trying not to think about it, trying not toâ
But when you look down, you find yourself imagining that Jamesâ shaggy blonde hair was a mop of thick brown locks.
No, no, noâyou shouldnât be thinking about Steve right now. You should be focusing on your lovely, caring boyfriend who has his head between your legs. Not Steveânot Steve.Â
But your mind went there anyway. Thinking of Steveâs moans, those filthy words you had heard him whisper. The way the woman he was with had reactedâ
And suddenly, your hips were moving. Chasing friction, needing more. Bucking up to meet Jamesâ mouth. Your fingers sunk into Jamesâ hair and he groaned against youâsending a vibration through you that made you feel a spark of something. It was all the encouragement you needed, you moved his head slightly so that his nose would brush against your clit and the effect was instant.
You moaned out, unabashed and barely recognisable from your lips. Not exaggerated for once.
Again, you moved his head so his nose nuzzled your clit as his tongue continued to work in and out of you at a torturous pace. It workedâoh, god it was starting to work. Your head tilted back and moans fell from your lips without your say so. Hips following the movement of his tongue. Heat building in your gut, Jamesâ own groans vibrating in a way that only added to the white hot pleasure that was building, building andâ
James lets out a strangled moan against you that could only mean one thing. You blink as he pulls his mouth away from you. A hot look of embarrassment on his face as he glances down at his lapâa damp spot beginning to spread on his jeans.
âItâs okay,â you tell him quickly, breathless as you try to take his hand. âJames, itâsââ
But heâs already pulling away from you entirely, face warm and determinedly not looking at you.Â
You donât try to stop him as he gets up and heads in the direction of the bathroom.
You should go after him. Reassure him it was okay. But part of youâthe part that had been so desperate to finishâwas tired of pretending it was okay.Â
And so, for the second time in a week, your fingers slip down between your foldsâsoaked from a mix of your wetness and your boyfriendâs saliva and think of Steve Harrington. You came right there on Jamesâ sofa in less than three minutes.
Never again, you told yourself. Never again.
But it happens. More than you care to admit.
The next time it happened, it had been while James was inside you.
Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as his cock thrust in and out of you in a polite manner. He was holding back on his groansâhis roommates were in the living room watching some ice hockey game. You wished that he didnât give a fuck when his roommates were home. Wished he was proud to fuck you.
You tried not to notice how quiet it was in the room. The only sound being the squelching between your bodiesânot due to your wetness but due to the lube you had needed to use. The sounds of his roommates jeering at the TV in the living room was distracting. And the fact James was making next to no noise while fucking you left you feeling a type of way. It wasnât that he was doing anything wrongâthe angle should be enough to make you feel good. But it was everything else.
And it was enough for your mind to wander into dangerous territory. Back to the guy you lived with who you shouldnât be thinking aboutâshouldnât beâ
But of course, you do. You think of Steve as your boyfriend fucks you. It shouldnât turn you on but it does. Shouldnât make your walls clench around Jamesâ cock. Shouldnât make you moan out and claw at your boyfriendâs back.
âOh fuck,â James groans out quietly, still mindful of his roommates as you lost your ability to keep quiet. âSweetheart, you need to be quietââ
But you donât hear him over the moans you were now letting out. Too in your own head as you imagined Steve slamming his cock in and out of youâimagining him calling you pretty girl and telling you how fucking good you felt.
You should stop, you knew it was wrong. But as you felt that white hot pleasure build and build in a way it had never with James, you didnât have it in you to stop.
And when it was over and James was looking at you in awe, you felt good. Confident. Sexy. Things you hadnât felt before. James had even managed to fuck you a second time that night.
Youâre aware you shouldnât be thinking of someone else when youâre being intimate with your boyfriend. But it was the only way you could finish with James. It made you feel guilty afterâimmensely so. But it was the only thing that worked.
You were also painfully aware that you were fantasying about your roommateâof all people. But things between you and Steve remained normal. He still made you coffee every morning, still sat beside you on the couch while eating dinner and brushing his teeth by your side, completely unaware that you were fantasying about him during sex in order to get off.
You didnât even feel awkward about itânot really. Not when your sex life was finally good. Not when you finally had your own fun sex stories to tell your friends.
And so, you didnât stop. Weeks passed and you kept thinking about Steve as your boyfriend fucked you. Kept choosing not to put the headphones on when Steve had a girl overâyour fingers pumping in and out of you as you listened to his moans and occasional whimpers. Your juices soaking your sheets and your body practically thrumming with pleasure. And thenâthe next morning you would accept a hot mug of coffee from your roommate.
And he had no idea what you had been doing the night before.
Steve was outâyou think he was at baseball practiceâand you had decided to make the most of it.
You invited James over and it didnât take long before clothes were shed. You were on top for once, moving yourself up and down on his cock at a rhythm that had your head thrown back and listening to Jamesâ muffled groansâhis lips busy with your breasts that he couldnât seem to pull himself away from as they bounced in his face.
Your hands were in his hair, his cock was inside you and yetâyour mind was on Steve. Again. You found yourself wondering how big Steve was. You remember Nancy once being so drunk that she had told you just how big Steve was. âMonster cock,â Nancy had giggled to you as she poured herself another shot. Had told you how during her first time with him she had briefly wondered if he was going to split her in half with his cock.
The knowledge was coming back to you nowâimagining Steveâs cock filling you so well that you would feel it in your stomach. Even imagined the stomach bulge it was causeâthe outline of his cock nearly visible as he fucked up into you.
The mental image had your walls squeezing Jamesâ not-so monster cockâa shameless, wanton moan falling from your lips as you grew closer and closerâ
âIâm gonna come,â you gasp out, fingers gripping onto Jamesâ shoulder as you try to keep yourself tethered to the image of Steveâof his cock splitting you open as he whispers the dirtiest words imaginable into your ear. âSteve, Iâm gonna come.â
Your orgasm hits you hard. It hits you so hard in fact that you donât feel how Jamesâ thrusts cease entirely. How his hands fall from your hips. You donât notice as your head falls into the crook of his neck, your body thrumming, legs shaking.
But you certainly notice how quick he was to pull out. How he didnât finish.
You blinkâheart still hammering, still a little blissed out from your orgasmâas you let him lift you off him a little more hastily than you were used to. You watch James, confused, as he hastily grabs his boxers and begins to tug them up his legs.
âDo you want me toââ
âNo,â He snapped suddenly. âNo, (y/n). I donât want you to do anything.â
Bewildered, you began to grab your own items of clothing from the floor and started to dress. James had never snapped at you before and you were utterly confused at the sudden change of tone.
âWhatâwhat did I do? Is something wrongââ
âGee, I donât know, (y/n),â James resorts, a derisive laugh falling from his lips as he pulls up his jeans. âDoes moaning out your male roommate's name while Iâm inside of you count as something wrong?â
âI donâtââ
âCut the bullshit ignorant act,â James interjects harshly as he looks at your face. âYou just moaned out Steveâs name. Not my name. Steveâs.â
For a moment, thereâs utter confusion. You donât remember what you had said while you were mid orgasm. You want to deny it, laugh even but you canât. You knew exactly what you had been thinking about, about Steve and you knew it was entirely possible you had accidentally moaned out Steveâs name in your moment of ecstasy.
âJames, Iâm sorry. It was an accident. It didnât mean anything. It wasââ
âBullshit!â James cuts across you, his voice slightly raised. His face was flushed in angerâyou could see that he was still hard through his jeans. You could practically feel the embarrassment radiating from him and you couldnât really blame him. You feel awfulâtruly awful, feeling as though you wanted to be sick. âYou donât just accidentally say someone elseâs name during sex. Especially Steveâs.â
You swallow, your face hot with embarrassment, shame and a growing sense of panic that you couldnât control. You try to conceal it by pulling on your t-shirt over your head before you look at James again.
âJames, Iââ
âSave it,â James mutters, pulling on his shirt and not even bothering to button it up before grabbing his jacket and shoes by the front door. âIâm not going to embarrass myself a moment longer. Weâre done.â
âJamesââ
But your boyfriendâor ex-boyfriend now, ratherâwas already slamming the door to your apartment behind him.
What shocked you most was that you didnât cry. You had the overwhelming urge to but not because James had left, not because he had just dumped you but because felt so embarrassed by the situationâby the fact you had moaned out Steveâs name instead of Jamesâ. Too deep in fantasies about your roommate. And soâwhen you began to cry you told yourself it was because you were sad. That it was because you had just been dumped by your boyfriend of nearly two years and you were heartbroken. But you were far from itâin fact, there was a part of you that felt relieved.
The tears of embarrassmentânow mixed with a sick feeling of shameâhad only just started falling when the apartment door opened again. You turned around, a small part of you hoping it was James who was returning to tell you it was all some stupid jokeâbut of course, it wasnât.
Steve stood in the doorway, his eyes wide at the sight of you crying on the couchâonly in a t-shirt and panties, your jeans slung over a nearby chair, your bra hanging over a lamp. But your state of undress doesnât even seem to cross Steveâs mind as he rushes over to youâthe bag he took with him to baseball practice falling to the floor beside him in his haste to reach you.
âHey, heyâI saw James storming outâhe lookedâoh honey, what happened?â
The shock of Steve walking in at precisely this moment had left you lost for words. Tears flowed down your cheeks, your face still felt hot from embarrassment but you couldnât speak. And Steve, seemingly taking your lack of being able to talk as heartbreak, gathers you into his arm and shushes you gently while you cry into his chest.
âItâs okay,â he tells you, his hand cupping the back of your head in an effort to soothe you. âYouâre okay. Everythingâs going to be okay.â
And because you felt too much shame and guilt to be honest with Steve, you simply nodded. Clinging to Steve as though your heart was shattered into a million piecesâas though James leaving have devastated you. When in actuality, you were making a silent promise to yourself. A promise to neverânever ever tell a soul about what had just transpired between you and James. To never reveal the name you had subconsciously moaned out during your moment of bliss.Â
Your parents think Gojo is your gay bff â if only they knew heâs been folding you like laundry behind closed doors ;)
âHoney, are you two okay in there?â
âWeâre just fine, mom!â
âAnd Gojo?â
Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he winks at you before he replies, âWeâre fabulous. Donât worry your pretty self about us!â
She giggles through the bathroom door. âOkay, but make sure you get her to shave her mustache too, sweetie. Sheâs not as keen on feminine hygiene as we are. Work her hard in there.â Ouch?
âOh, trust me girl, Iâm working her real hard.â
How she hasnât figured out by now that your âgayâ best friend isnât as gay as she thinks, you will never know. It seems so obvious â the constant sleepovers, the wearing his shirt, how touchy he was even to their face, and how heâd be sporting a boner when you entered his line of vision. But who are you to complain?
At least your parentsâ obliviousness means you two can have as much sex in your house as youâd like. For example, right now, when heâs balls deep inside your pussy in the bathroom, fucking you against the cold tiles with the excuse of a âDIY spa-dayâ as your cover.Â
Swallowing your moans, he kisses you until youâre dizzy and desperate for air. Every thrust, every grind of his pelvis to your clit, every throb of his cock inside your gummy walls, drives you wild. But you have to be quiet, have to not let the squelch! squelch! of your mixing juices bleed through the door, and give away your little secret. And it's oh so hard when he's fucking you oh so good.Â
Naturally, it was his idea â something about the sneaking around and deceiving everyone turned him on endlessly. The way he could make you cum through your panties under the dinner table with his foot as he chatted with your dad about taking him shopping, or fingering you under the blankets when watching Barbie for the hundredth time, and how he could actually come inside the dressing rooms in stores with your mother right outside, not knowing his tongue was exploring your pussy. And you wonât lie, it's pretty damn hot to be so obvious whilst everyone is none the wiser.Â
âSlay, boots down houston Iâm -ngh- d-deceased,â he says through gritted teeth, his tip gliding past your walls and prodding that spot inside that has you creaming harder on his cock. âThis pretty pussy never fails to -fuuuuck loosen up baby gonna make me cum early- to m-make my problems sashay away.â
Nails digging into his slippery back, you groan. âShut up, Satoru. Seriously.â
He chuckles against your neck, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. âJust method acting, babe. Respect the craft.â
Your fatherâs voice sounds out through the pleasurable haze. âHow are my two queens doing in there? Can I say queens?â
Gojo snickers before he forces his own voice into an ear-splitting high pitched tone, still rutting into your sopping cunt. âYou can say whatever you want, daddykins â weâre almost done.â
The older man laughs before he pads away and you two resume your animalistic, uninhibited fucking. Your own wetness is dripping down your thighs. His mouth is wrapping around your nipple, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. And they have no clue â itâs kinda embarrassing to have parents so airheaded but you love them dearly, just not enough to be honest it would seem.
Only after you both cum, shuddering against each other with long, quiet moans, do you finally ask, âDo gay men even say âdaddykinsâ?â
He grins.Â
âThis gay does.â
This might be offensive but my fr gay best friend gave me the go ahead so woke fiends don't come knocking at my door!
I didn't want to come on this camping trip but my girlfriend insisted. The idea behind it was appealing; kayaking through the marsh, partying, then camping for the night, then going back to civilization. The cops left us alone as long as we cleaned up our mess before we left. All the way out here, there was no need to worry about disturbing anyone else or getting a noise complaint. I think this was their way of letting us get everything out of our system. The drugs, alcohol, and sex never stopped flowing at these events. Out here we weren't Kooks or Pogues. We were all alike and just trying to forget for a weekend. Everyone was out in the open, naked and fucking. Or drinking. Or smoking. It was the wildest weekend of the year. But it was torture for me now.
I couldn't relax knowing that the one person plaguing my mind was here and she was here with Rafe fucking Cameron. We were supposed to have some sort of truce with Rafe for Sarah. She didn't want the drama and the retaliation that always followed. And sense one of the rules for coming out here was no fighting, my hands were tied. For the most part.
When we'd been loading the kayaks on the water, I'd seen Rafe's tent lying on the sand waiting to be packed so I nonchalantly bent down to grab something and sliced the side with my knife before he came back. He was more pissed off over manual labor than to notice the giant hole. It wasn't until a few hours ago that he finally noticed and threw a fit. Of course he didn't suspect me because I was the one helping them set up camp. Rafe wasn't made for the outdoors like I was so he didn't have a clue. And when I offered to let them share our four person tent, he was hesitant but he agreed. Especially after I mentioned the risk of sand fleas from sleeping outside.
Y/N saw through my bullshit though. I could tell with the way her eyes tracked my every move, narrowing slightly when we'd lock eyes. My girl isn't stupid so why is she hanging out with this moron?
It was getting late by the time Rafe was drunk enough to be tolerable. My girlfriend was currently passed out in the tent, her buzz keeping her that way as I crawled in next to her. Rafe's one stipulation about sharing the tent was that the girls slept in the middle. That was fine but I couldn't bear to wake my girlfriend so I left her on the side, maneuvering myself between her and Y/N. Both girls were in their bikinis since the night air was still pretty hot and humid while I had nothing on but a pair of basketball shorts. Y/N had laid down a while ago but Rafe was passed out by the fire, where he'd stay for now.
I let my eyes descend her body, marking every detail to memory from the scar on her hip to the freckle on her chest. I want to lick every inch of her the cum on her face. She was exquisite and fucking mine.
I moved closer so her side was pressed to my chest, her hand next to the raging hardon in my shorts. I lost myself in watching the way her tits rose and fell with every breath before I finally pulled each scrap of material to the side to reveal her perfect nipples. They were already hard as I gently blew air across them. She didn't stir so I began to circle one with my point finger, willing it to get as hard as possible. I move to the next one, training my eyes on her face while making sure to listen for movements outside. Her thighs clenched together before falling open, welcoming me as I finally flicked her nipple with my tongue.
God, she tasted good.
I was so hard it hurt and her hand was against my dick, the ultimate form of torture. I didn't stop licking and sucking her peaked little bud until her head fell to the side, exposing her throat to me.
I felt like such a fucking creep but I couldn't help it. This girl made me crazy. I needed her in all the worst ways. Everytime I fucked my girlfriend I had to imagine it was this girl just so I could get off. It was wrong but I was only with her to make Y/N jealous.
I leaned into her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin and the shampoo in her hair. I resisted the urge to mark her pretty throat. Rafe would lose his fucking shit and the truce would be over if I left a hickey on her. It was tempting but I pulled back just as she stirred again and her hand brushed against my cock. I sucked in a breath through my nose before reaching down to free myself from my shorts. My cock rested against her hand and I watched as precum wept from the tip, onto her delicate fingers.
I grit my teeth before reaching down to wrap her hand around my cock and slowly use her hand to jerk myself off. I was on the verge of moaning and cumming from this alone so I took her nipple into my mouth again to try and distract myself from the best handsy I'd ever gotten.
Finally, I pulled away and let her hand drop before I moved to the foot of the tent. There was still no movement from outside so I carefully widened her legs further to get a look at her plump, wet pussy, the fabric of her bikini bottoms were damp with her arousal. I positioned myself on my stomach between her thighs and pressed my nose to the fabric, savoring the way she fucking smelled. I needed to get it together or I was going to run out of time.
I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when I slowly pulled the fabric to the side and found her slick with arousal, just like I knew she would be. She was waxed and so goddamn smooth. I used my hands to open her up and present myself with her clit. The swollen nub was already darkening in color, ready to be sucked.
I stuck my tongue out flat and swiped it from her entrance to her clit, her taste making me almost blow my load right then. I watched her face for signs of movement as I did it again and again. I tried to take my time while I tasted her when really all I wanted to do was feast like a starved man. I needed to die in this pussy.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth and her legs tightened, I stopped, my eyes trained on her unmoving face. I moved lower, teasing her entrance with my tongue and her brows finally pulled together, the first sign of consciousness I'd seen on her.
I thrust my tongue inside her sweet, wet pussy and her toes immediately curled. I couldn't stop fucking her with my tongue. She was so wet that it was running down my chin, onto my chest while it absolutely just poured out of her like a fountain. Finally a soft hum left her lips and I froze for a moment before carefully moving to my knees as I tried to listen for Rafe outside.
"R-Rafe--." She moaned softly, sliding her legs together and turning on her side. Fire blazed through my blood, my hands balling into fists as I grit my teeth so hard, I feared they might shatter. She's dreaming about fucking Rafe.
I didn't think as I rolled her the rest of the way to her stomach and tucked her thong bikini to the side after shoving her legs together. I straddled her body, freeing my cock again and watching it drip all over her nice ass before I guided it through her slick. Pissed off didn't even begin to describe how I was feeling now. It took every ounce of strength I had left to resist the urge to bury my cock in her in one hard thrust but I didn't.
I eased the tip in as I leaned over her back, blood filling my mouth where I've bit my lip. The tight, wet heat of her pussy washed over me, her walls already pulsing as she pulled me in deeper. I leaned down next to her face, moving her hair out of the way as my pelvis became flush with her ass, and kissed the shell of her ear.
"Who's cock is inside you right now?" I can't help but growl, as I start to roll my hips back and forth. Her breathing picks up, her body reacting to mine as I fuck her with short thrusts, attempting to avoid the slapping sound of skin on skin. Her hands fist the sleeping bag next to her head and I grin before looking between our bodies to watch my cock pull out covered in her white, creamy substance before driving back inside her. I lower myself to her back and drag my tongue up her spine, leaving goosebumps all over her skin as I find her ear again.
"Who's fucking you right now?" I growl, her pussy walls quiver hard as she nears her release. Fuck, I'm right there too. I need to pull out. Rafe can't know I was here or I risk throwing away the truce between the Pogues and Kooks but fuck, I don't think the devil himself could stop me right now. A darker part of me wants to mark her insides with my cum just to claim her then watch it drip. Fuck what Rafe thinks.
I cover her hands with my own, her fingers immediately locking with mine in a tight grip. Every inch of her is drawn tight as she approaches her release, her brows pulled together as she fights to maintain the ruse of being asleep. I want to fuck her harder, faster, but I know weâll get caught if I lose control.
"I should roll you on your back and make you watch as I fuck my cum into you. Sluts like you deserve to be filled up and left." I keep my voice low in her ear and a small gasp leaves her lips, her eyes finally fluttering open to gaze up at me. I'm not sure if she's afraid or pleading. Afraid I'll stop or pleading for me to continue. She looks hot regardless.
"I--." Her whisper is cut off as she cums hard, practically soaking us both as her eyes roll into the back of her head and she trembles beneath me. I growl, driving myself into her harder as cum shoots deep inside her whether I want it to or not. I grab a fistful of her hair, my mouth at her ear as I cum and cum and cum. It's so much that I can't stop.
"Look at me. Look at who's fucking you, who's cum is inside you." I snap in a low voice but she shakes her head, refusing to look at me.
"Look at me or I'll stop. I know you're gonna cum again. Open your fucking eyes and say my name." Her lips tremble just as her eyes snap open and another orgasm washes over her. The fire in her eyes morphs to one of raw desire just as her lips part on a breathless moan and I hear what I've been dying to hear all night.
"J--." Her mouth clamps closed again as she shakes hard beneath me. I fuck her through it until my own body is shaking from overstimulation and I have no choice but slow to a stop.
Her eyes are heavy for a few moments before they narrow on me, that fire back. I lean in to kiss her, wanting to feel her lips just once but she turns her head, jutting out her chin.
âMy cum is leaking out of you and you wonât kiss me?â I rasp in her ear, feeling her body tighten and my cock jerks inside her.
âI hate you.â She bites out, watching as I slowly pull out. I can feel weâve made a mess and for a few seconds I canât find it in me to give a fuck. I donât want to pull out. Iâm not ready for this to be over. If anything I want to keep going until the sun comes up and we have no choice but to face Rafe.
âYou can hate me all you want but you loved every second of it.â I grab Rafeâs towel and clean her up the best I can before she slaps my hand away and does it herself.
âYouâre a piece of shit. I thought you were Rafe.â She hisses, grabbing one of Rafeâs shirts and yanking it over her head, her eyes glancing at my sleeping girlfriend that Iâd forgotten about.
I open my mouth to argue when I hear steps shuffling in the sand right outside the tent. Thereâs the distinct sound of vomiting and gagging as we both scramble to right ourselves and appear to be sleeping. I give her my back and quickly throw my arm over my sleeping girlfriend just as the zipper is pulled back.
âFuck.â I hear Rafe grumble as he drops down on the sleeping bag next to me. Thereâs shuffling and I hear her gasp. My teeth grind together at the sound of their heavy breathing. Heâs so drunk that heâs gonna fuck her with me in here, not even realizing sheâs already full of me.
âRafe..â I hear her whisper then she gasps as he no doubt buries himself inside her.
⥠who needs a boyfriend when you have a best friend like rafe who lets you use him to get yourself off?
warnings: mentions of fwb, lots of dirty talk, light praise, unprotected sex, rafe being a giver before a receiver..
âare you asleep?â you whispered, snaking your hand over rafeâs shirtless form. trying to get any kind of sleep when you were next to him was deemed impossible, especially when he knew that you werenât wearing anything underneath that pink nightdress of yours. âno, not really.â he hummed groggily, turning his body to face you. you two have had such a weird âbest friends with benefitsâ dynamic going on for so long now, there was nothing that fazed you two when it came to sleeping together in the same bed.. let alone being naked and in close proximity.
âwhatâs wrong?â he pulled you on top of him, your heat sitting right where you needed him the most. biting your lip, you waited for rafe to meet your gaze before it clicked for him. hiking up the sheer material of your nightdress, your best friend snaked a hand between your legs, a curse leaving his lips as he ran his fingers up and down your soaked folds. âoh, you just want your pretty hole filled, huh?â you nodded, taking him out of the confines of his underwear. âyesââ you whined, âcan i please use your cock, ray?â rafe grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss before doing away with your top.
âthatâs what friends are for.â he whispered, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he slid into you. rafe took a handful of your ass, a pained mewl sounding from your mouth as he groped the flesh roughly. âget yourself off, âpretty, fuck yourself back to sleep.â he encouraged you, his breath tickling the side of your face as you moved on top of him. you could just cry, the mere girth of rafeâs cock stretching you open so deliciously. all he had to do was lay there and listen to your little whimpers and whines as you hiccuped your praises for him. âyou f-fill me up so good!â you cried out, your nails digging into his skin.
âyeah?â he landed a harsh smack to the back of your thigh, eliciting a squeal from your lips, âis anyone else letting you use their cock like this?â you shook your head, leaving sloppy kisses along his jawline. âno, just you!â rafe knew that already, considering he had devoted most of his time to chasing off every guy who thought they could have a chance with you, he just loved hearing you confirm it for him. surprisingly enough, rafe didnât care if you made him cum or not, he reached his climax just knowing that you counted on him to make you feel good.
âoh, fuck,â you took in a sharp breath, circling your hips so your clit met his pubic bone, ârafe!â with your ministrations faltering, you struggled to keep up with your movements, a frustrated cry echoing off the walls of his bedroom. resting his hands in the small of your back, rafe pinned you against his chest as you came undone around his cock, your tears of pure unadulterated pleasure running down his shoulder as you trembled with the force of your orgasm. rafe felt the tension in his stomach starting to coil tight as he was close to finishing himself, his jaw clenching as you shook in his arms.
thumbing away the stray tears that managed to stay on the surface of your skin, rafe brought you down from your high with a soft âshhhh..â rasping through the small space. his hands cupped your face, both of you exchanging a look before you slid off of him with a hiss. fully expecting to just hold you close and call it a night, rafe looked down at you with confusion as you laid down on your tummy between his thighs. âw-what are you doing?â he asked, swallowing thickly once you batted your lashes up at him. âwhat kind of friend would i be without returning the favor?â
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It wasnât like youâd meant to distract Rafe while he was on the phone; you knew better than that. But when you heard who he was talking to, you couldnât help but feel a sharp thread of envy bubble in your stomach, and before you knew it, you slid your hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, easing the zipper down and tugging the fabric just enough to free him.Â
âYeah, Iâll- fuck - sorry, stubbed my toe. Iâll see if I can take the boat out for jusâ the two of us.â Rafe breathed out, trying not to moan as you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his tip, feeling the ridges of his veins on the flat of your tongue. A pattern youâd almost memorized on every part of your body that could have ever touched it, your mouth, your hands, the plush walls of your insides. The phoneâs speaker was tilted away as Rafe whispered your name in a scolding tone, âCut that shit out.âÂ
The way his face looked at you with both desperation and domination only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, like they fed off of the realization that even with some other girl demanding his attention, it was still you he reacted to first, like it was his instinct, his loyalty to you written into his bones.
You softly smiled up at him, eyes wide and doe-eyed, as you kitten-licked the precum that leaked from his tip, his cock glistening red and hardened as it twitched from the sensation. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently and hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, revelling in the way his hand immediately flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to ground himself.
âY-yeah, Stacey, that sounds perfect,â Rafe choked out, his voice was tight and strained as he fought to keep his composure. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, jaw tight as you bobbed your head, taking him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your mouth, allowing Rafe to buck his hips and fuck your mouth slowly, the wet heat of your tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his shaft.Â
The heat in your core started to pulse, your thighs suddenly slick, and the need for Rafe to solely focus on you became more urgent as you ground yourself against your hand to try and relieve some tension. Was it so wrong that he only had eyes for you, or that the boat was your thing only? As Rafe continued to thrust into your mouth, he couldnât help but take in the sight of you, taking him whole and almost completely at his mercy, solely because you were jealous of who heâd been talking to. It wasnât like he was blind to it; he knew itâd spark the possessive side in you, the side he wished youâd show more often.Â
Rafe could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he pleased, and genuinely could not give a flying fuck as to what others thought. However, the one thing heâd always wished for was for you to stop pretending you didnât care. To stop softening the edges of your jealousy, to stop playing it off when he knew damn well how deeply you felt things. He wanted you to be selfish, wanting him loudly, claiming him without apology.
âDinner sounds good, what time were you thinking?â
You immediately hummed around him in amusement, the vibrations travelling straight through his cock and making him buck his hips involuntarily. You choked a little louder than you wouldâve liked, leading Rafe to glare at you as a silent warning to behave. But his pupils widening and now darkened blue eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. You doubled down, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him.
âSeven works,â Rafe gritted out, his hand in your hair tugging at your roots as he tried to take control again. âIâll uh- Iâll pick you up, yeah?â Jusâ you and me, no one else.â He paused, listening to her response. Feeling a surge of possessiveness in you, you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed hard, pulling back with a loud pop which led Rafe to hiss through his teeth into the phone. âNah Iâm just⊠handling some business right now. But Iâm looking forward to Thursday.âÂ
You smirked up at him, drool gathering at the corner of your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, slick with your spit. You leaned down to lap at his balls, taking one gently into your mouth and sucking, knowing it would wreck him.Â
âYe-yeah fire away, what did you wanna ask?â Rafe managed to get out as he felt you take him in your mouth again, your fist twisting at the base of his cock as you bobbed your head, tasting him in the process. You heard your name being mentioned as you felt him swell in your mouth, the frantic throbbing pressed against your tongue.Â
âWhat does she have to do with this?â Rafe grunted, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hand shot to the back of your head, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, to anchor himself as you took him to the hilt over and over again. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat with every downward plunge, and you just took it, swallowing around him, the constricting muscles milking him for all he was worth. âListen you got a problem with her, then I-âÂ
The dam that was built in Rafe for so long finally broke when he looked at the sight of you rubbing your clit while sucking him off with no mercy. He moaned out, thick and heavy, the first spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat. Rafe arched off the couch and buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling the guttural sounds of his climax as you continued to work him through it, swallowing everything he gave you. His hips jerked with each pulse, a helpless, violent rhythm that spoke of his complete and total surrender to the pleasure you were forcing on him.
Rafe finally came back to himself, his chest heaving. He pulled you off him gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. He looked at you: your swollen lips, the smug yet innocent satisfaction in your eyes, and a dark, possessive fire ignited in his gut.
âThen Iâm sorry, but this isnât gonna work out. My best friendâs not a fucking threat.â
Rafe hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, his full attention snapping on you. âYou think youâre fucking funny?â he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington Wc: 10.3k
Description: Eddie accidentally walks in on Steve fucking you in a WSQK storage closet. He thinks heâs doomed to a life of fantasizing over you with the only company of his right hand, untilâŠSteve himself offers him a golden ticket straight to your bed: a threesome.
Inspired on the song âI think he knowsâ by Taylor Swift <3
Warnings/tags: threesome smut, all are adults, fem!reader, established relationship with S5!Steve, no spoilers, Eddie survives S4 bc I say so, mentions of his scars, voyeurism, eddie fantasizes a lot, he jerks off a lot more, porn with plot, dry humping, oral male rec, fingering, piv sex, reverse cowgirl, both men are whipped for you.
Note: Surprise, new boy in the haremâš No I donât know how this happened, or how it ended up being so long but all I can say is merry early christmas my dears, enjoy the filth!! đ«Š
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heâs so obsessed with me and boy I understand
Eddie Munson had never hated the sun before.
Not until he saw it in your smile.
You were standing in front of him at the crawl meeting, giggling at something Robin had said, soft and golden in the way that only you could be, wearing Steveâs stupid jacket that by this point was pretty much your own.Â
Because he was.Â
Steve Harrington, Mr. Perfect Hair himself, asshole turned part time hero, was the guy who got to hold your hand in public. Eddie didnât hate him. Not really. He wanted to, wanted it bad sometimes, when the jealousy itched too deep to scratch.Â
Heâd hated him at some point, when Dustin wouldn't shut up about how incredible his friend was. But alas, after everything theyâd been through last year and Steve being the one who got him out of that hellhole, he really couldnât hate him anymore.Â
So, he hated the sun. Because he couldn't have it.
Eddie also hated himself for not speaking up sooner. For watching you fall in love with someone else while he sat in the background. And maybe that was his punishment. Maybe that was the price for every time he chickened out, every time he saw you in the hallway in that little cherry red jacket and panicked, ducking behind his locker like a coward.
Maybe if he hadnât been, you would be wearing his jacket now.Â
âDude, wipe your face. Youâre one drool away from filling the bucket,â came a voice from beside him, and undoubtedly by the toneâit had to be Hendersonâs.Â
Eddie snapped out of his trance by the sharp nudge of Dustinâs elbow. Shit. He hadnât even realized he was watching.Â
âIâm not,â he lied, even as he tilted his head just enough to catch another glimpse of you, this time laughing as Steve tried to sneak a kiss and Robin dramatically fake gagged next to you.
Jesus, Eddie was about to gag for real.Â
âYouâre staring again,â Dustin chuckled, walking away after patting him condescendingly on the back.Â
Eddie shot him a glare but didnât argue back. Because what was the point?Â
All he could do was fantasize when it came to you. You would never look at him the same way you look at Steve.Â
You just looked at him like he was funny. Your metalhead friend. And Eddie? Eddie looked at you like you hung the goddamn stars.
Things were finally looking up for Eddie. For once.Â
Aside from his not so little crush situation, everything else seemed to be getting better.Â
After almost dying being devoured by supernatural creaturesâwhich, in his opinion wouldâve been a very metal deathâhis uncleâs trailer had gotten split in half, and heâd gotten piles and piles of medical bills from his long recovery. Which led to him having to find a part time job as a mechanic besides his little dealing business.Â
Oh! And how could he forget? The police department was still investigating him about the murders from last year.Â
Between that, his job, the incessant crawls every week, and his therapyâboth physical and psychologicalâhe had absolutely no time to host hellfire anymore. Dustin had tried to keep it alive, but bless his soul, no one compares to Eddie Munson when it comes to being DM.Â
But last week, by some miracle, heâd finally, finally been cleared as âinnocentâ due to lack of evidence and was able to start living a normal life again. His therapy sessions had been reduced to once every two weeks, and heâd also repaired a few fancy cars that earned him a pretty juicy commission.Â
So yeah. Things were finally looking up for him after whatever the hell â86 was.Â
So, with a pep in his step, he walked through the doors of the WSQK headquarters holding a cardboard box with all his stuff for that dayâs campaign. Robin had told him they had a spare room on the back, and Steve said he could go earlier to set everything up. He even whistled as he strolled through the empty hallways of the radio station.
He saw two doors at the end, figuring heâd open both and find out which one he was supposed to settle in.Â
But as all Munsons tend to run out of luck at some point, it seems like the curse finally hit him again when he opened the wrong one and changed the course of his entire fucking life.Â
Because what he didnât expect, what absolutely no one warned him about, was that you and Steve liked to use the storage closet to fuck like bunnies before anyone arrived at the station.Â
He froze at the door, the box in his hand hanging on for dear life as he took in the scene in front of him.Â
There you were.Â
Propped up on a stack of cardboard boxes with Steve between your legs, your skirt was bunched around your hips, and your knees high on his waist. Your face was flushed, hair a mess and you were letting out choked little gasps because you couldnât form words anymore.
Eddieâs heart stopped. He mightâve as well died for real this time.Â
You let out a startled sound, grabbing Steveâs shoulders to hide yourself the second you saw Eddie standing there. Steve just glanced back over his shoulder, not even bothering to stop.Â
âDude. Do you mind?âÂ
Eddie slammed the door shut.
He walked out of WSQK like heâd seen a ghost. Didnât even say a word to Dustin, who was just pulling up on his bike.Â
He just got in his van, and drove straight into the woods far enough to be alone. And for the next ten minutes, the only sound in that van was the furious pumping of his hard cock into his hand and his broken, desperate moans repeating something.
Your name. Again. And again.
And again.
Then, after going back and giving a poor excuse to his boys as to why he couldnât host that day and had to leave immediately (one that actually meant sorry guys! Gotta jerk off like 10 more times!) He went to repeat the same routine back at the small place Wayne managed to rent after the âearthquakesâ had destroyed his trailer.Â
He turned off the lights of the room he called his now. Lit a blunt just for something to do with his free hand. Threw on a loud tape to drown out the grunts and the pathetic moaning, and his fist went to townâagainâto the memory of you.
The way you looked in that closet.
The arch of your back against the boxes. The sound of your voice breaking as you moaned his nameânot Eddieâs, no, the one you belonged to. Steve. The way your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if he wasnât deep enough. And your faceâŠ
God. Your fucking face.
Blissed out and flushed, swollen lips parted, eyes half-lidded and completely lost in it. No cheap porn film heâd ever watched compared to that. Noâyou were the most obscene thing Eddie had ever seen in his life and it was burned into him now. Engraved into the insides of his lids. No amount of blinking could unsee it.Â
No amount of jerking off could erase it.Â
(He tried. Many times.)
People had sex all the time. This shouldnât be on his head 24/7. ButâŠEddie couldnât believe that was you.Â
Heâd always seen you as soft. As the sweet girl giggling at Steveâs dumb jokes while playing with his stupid perfect hair. As the one who would mediate when a crawl meeting got too heated when someone didnât agree with the plan. As the one who always listened to everyoneâŠeven him.Â
You even called him Eds once, so softly, that heâd walked around with chest pain for a full day like a goddamn lovesick teenager.Â
But now?
Now he couldnât stop imagining how your voice sounded when it wasn't innocent. Couldnât stop remembering how your legs looked parted open, how your thighs shook as Steve thrusted harshly into you.Â
He shouldâve known better though, that was on him. He shouldâve known that someone who once held the title of âKing Steveâ would be the one to corrupt a girl like you.Â
Who wouldnât want to?Â
He couldnât stop wondering what itâd feel like to be the one between your legs. To have you whimpering like that. To see you fall apart and know he did that. That he got you that high, that far goneâŠthat wrecked.
He was fucking haunted by the fantasy. And it wasnât lust, it was worse than that. It was curiosity, obsession, need.
The need to be the one who fucks the sweetness out of you.Â
But now you were probably curled up in Steveâs bed, fast asleep on his hairy chest, wearing one of his shirts and dreaming about getting fucked by him, while Eddie dreamt of you after he didnât have anything left to milk out.
He dreamt of your hand in his curls. Your thighs around his waist. Your voice in his ear breaking with his name over and over andâŠover.Â
Eddie tried to be normal after that. God, he tried.Â
At least you seemed to be normal. You walked into Thursday movie night at Nancyâs like nothing had happened, dropping onto the couch next to Steve with a bag of popcorn, listening to whatever Robin said, still sweet and smiley and wearing one of Steveâs jackets.Â
He told himself not to stare. Repeated it like a goddamn mantra.
Donât look, Munson. Donât fucking look. Youâll just embarrass yourself. Youâll make it weird.Â
But then your eyes met, and you smiled at him, andâŠEddie forgot his own name.
His mouth opened, but no words came out. Just a squeak that couldâve been the start of a sentence, or a heart attack. He pretended to cough into his fist and buried himself deeper into the armchair.Â
And Steve? Oh he noticed.Â
Not just Eddieâs reaction, but all of it. The way Eddieâs eyes had locked onto you from the moment you walked in. The way they dropped lower every time you shifted. The way his fingers gripped the armrest.Â
And the weird part? Steve didnât get mad. He just smirked, knowingly, even amused by the whole thing.Â
The next time something altered Eddieâs brain chemistry, was at the diner.Â
Heâd arrived late, mainly because he wasnât even sure if he wanted to go in the first place, but the thought of seeing your smile was enough to convince him to walk through that door, and soon it was just him, Robin, and the perfect couple.Â
Eddie looked at you from across the booth, wearing an outfit that he was sure would ruin his life later when he was alone back in his room. You were sipping from your milkshake, the pink straw pressed between your lips, as you let out a hum of contempt at the sweet taste. All Eddie could think was that could be something else.
Thank God for Robinâs need to ramble about everything that happened on her date with Vicky that weekend, that you and Steve were focused on her and not on Eddieâs anxious leg bouncing under the table.Â
Or at least thatâs what he thought.Â
âEds, take some fries,â you offered sweetly when Robin ran out of air, pushing the plate youâd been eating from with Steve toward him.Â
Eddie hadnât ordered anything, he wasnât hungryâat least not for actual foodâand of course youâd noticed and offered him some of your own.Â
âYeah man, go ahead,â Steve chimed in with a smile that was enough to freak him out. âI donât mind sharing,â he added with a shrug, placing an arm around your shoulders, hazel eyes piercing into Eddieâs with a devilish glint.Â
The implication left Eddie frozen in place, hand hovering over the fries as you began talking with Robin again, unaware of the way your boyfriendâs comment had left Eddie stunned.Â
Steve didnât say anything else. Just kept looking at him, head tilted, like he knew something. Like he felt it now.Â
The shift.Â
Eddie almost got up and left, but then he caught Steveâs eyes, and the bastard just winked.
Jesus Christ.Â
Youâre still breathless when Steve flips you onto your back again, mind stuck somewhere between heaven and passing out as your sore body still feels every inch of him buried deep inside you.Â
He drapes you across his chest knowing you canât hold yourself up anymore, bare skin sticky with sweat, your cheek pressed over his heartbeat. Steve's hand goes to your thigh, fingers brushing softly where heâd held you down minutes ago.Â
You donât want to move. You never want to after heâs done with you. So you just cling tightly to him, letting out a dreamy sigh and nuzzling closer, planting a soft kiss over his racing heart.
Steve smiles, shifting just enough to see your blissed out face. âYou okay over there?â
âMmhm,â you hum. âCanât feel my soul. Congratulations, Harrington.â
That makes him chuckle. He kisses the top of your head. âAnytime, baby.âÂ
As his room settles into silence and you begin drifting off in his arms before he can drag you into taking a shower, Steveâs chest vibrates against your skin when he speaks again.Â
âHey,â he whispers, absentmindedly playing with your hair which doesnât help your heavy eyelids closing.Â
âHmm?âÂ
âDo you ever notice the way Eddie looks at you?â
Your eyes blink open immediately.Â
You donât say anything at first. Just start tracing lazy little circles on a particular scar on his ribs, pretending to think about it, but you already know the answer.Â
âYeah,â you smile, âIâve noticed.â
Steve hums, hand still resting on your thigh.
âItâs probably just a silly little crush,â you add, as if you didnât know how Eddieâs voice breaks every time you spare a glance at him. Or the way his hands shake when you ask him to hand you a drink on movie night. âHeâs just⊠traumatized from the time he caught us back at the station,â you chuckle.Â
âOh, baby. You shouldâve seen his face in that closet.â Steve snorts. âYou were extra loud that day, you really put on a show for himâthe lucky bastard.âÂ
âWhat?â You ask, straightening up on his chest. âYou knew he was going to get there earlier?â
âI was hoping he got there earlier."
You smack his arm with your mouth wide open, but a smile tugs at your lips. He grins like the bastard he is, shifting to ease you again into his embrace.Â
âDonât worry baby, I might have a way to fix him right back up,â he says smugly, those impossible hazel eyes glinting with mischief. ââŠRemember that talk we had a while back? Couple months ago. About maybeâŠbringing in a third?â
Your heart thumps so fast against your chest that youâre sure Steve can feel it on his.Â
ââŠYeah,â you say. âI remember.â
âWhat ifâŠit was him?â He shrugs, like heâs discussing what movie to watch. âIâm just saying, weâve both noticed. And maybeâŠâ His hand drifts lower down your thigh, finding that place where youâre still sensitive. âMaybe itâs fun to imagine what heâd do if we invited him.â
His fingers press against your wet folds, easily sliding in and drawing a gasp out of you. His eyebrows shoot up, like heâd managed exactly what he wanted.Â
âSee? Don't you want to show him again how pretty you sound?â
Maybe itâs the overstimulation of Steve fingers pumping in and out of your pussy like he hadnât absolutely wrecked it minutes prior, that the word comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.Â
âYes,â you exhale in a shaky moan.Â
The thought alone thrills you. Because the truth is, youâve been feeling it as much as Steve has. You've been wanting it as much as Steve has.Â
The forbidden.Â
Because it is fun to imagine. You guiding Eddieâs hand. Steve watching and telling you what to do. You crying out between the two of them.
God.Â
âSoâŠEddie?â You pant, unsure if youâre asking or you're moaning out his name just to try it out on your lips.Â
Steve just smirks.Â
âYeah,â he says, pumping faster. âEddie.â
The moment that sealed Eddieâs fate was a random Thursday.Â
He shouldâve known better.Â
The second you said movie night was at your place, he shouldâve backed out. Shouldâve faked a headache or a gig or even a freak accident involving his uncle.
Anything.
Butâlike the fucking idiot he wasâheâd walked right through your front door that night.Â
Youâd picked a shitty movie on purpose. Something slow without any action scenes, full of long silences and artistic shots that made Robin snore into the couch cushion, with Nancy and Jonathan falling right behind.Â
Steve sat beside you the whole time, like always, hand on your thigh, like always. Looking casual, almost innocent.
Eddie was on the floor, sitting too close to the TV just so he wouldnât look at you.Â
Heâd been too busy picking at the skin of his thumb and lost into the mazes of his head, that he didnât notice youâd disappeared with Steve until he glanced over to the couches and only found the girls and Jonathan dead to the world.Â
He sat there for a few more minutes pretending to care about the stupid movie, but thenâlike a fucking idiot, againâhe decided to get up, quietly leaving the room like he was going to the kitchen.
He took a hard left to the stairs instead.Â
Eddie knew where your bedroom was. Heâd been there before when youâd asked him to bring more blankets on movie night a few months ago. He still remembers the cute little nightlight plugged into the wall.Â
As he tiptoed to the top of the stairs like a freak, the hall was dark, but a sliver of light came out of your room through the slightly open door.Â
Eddie dragged his feet on the carpet, guided by shushing voices and a noise of what he was sure was the creak of a bed. Once he reached, he braced himself for the scene he was about to encounter as he peeked through the door, but no amount of breathing techniques could have ever prepared him for the image before his eyes.Â
Oh, fuck.
You were on your stomach, face pressed into the mattress, Steve standing behind you with both hands gripping your hips. Your assâgod, your assâlifted high to meet every thrust.Â
Your skirt was bunched around your waist, panties pushed to the side, but nothing really hid you from the pervert on the door. Not even Steveâs body blocked the view of him disappearing into your dripping pussy, filling you so deep Eddie could see it, see the way your walls opened for him.Â
The nightlight glowed behind you, casting just enough light to make it worse.Â
Pink and soft and obscene.
Eddieâs eyes went over the curve of your spine. The shake of your thighs. Your fingers twisting in the floral sheets, holding on for dear life as your body kept being pushed forward.Â
And the sounds. Jesus Christ, the sounds.
âSteve,â you gasped, âpleaseâmoreâdonât stop.â
âShhh baby, I know,â Steve cooed behind you, doing the exact opposite of what you asked and stopped. âBut you gotta keep it down, donât want to wake up your guests do you?âÂ
The fucking hypocrite then slammed back into you so hard the headboard bumped the wall. You moanedâno, cried out, trying to muffle it against the sheets as Eddie bit down his fist just to keep himself from making a sound.Â
âOh baby, you wanna be loud?â Steve chuckled, as he kept thrusting hard. âGo on then, I want to hear you.âÂ
âIâfuckâI love your cock, Steveâ you choked the words out. ââSâsâ so deep.â
Eddie froze at the crack of the door, heart pounding out of his chest as he watched you getting fucked within an inch of your life.Â
The sweet girl. The sun. The angel he thought he knew. Gripping her sheets like a sinner. Moaning filth like she wanted the guests to hear.
Maybe you wanted him to hear.Â
Eddieâs hand slipped inside his jeans, he couldn't stop himself. Not after that. He stroked himself fast and hard and desperate, watching your body take it, and your mouth beg for it.Â
It didnât take long for Eddie to come harder than heâd ever had in his life. He made a mess in his hand, his pants, and he was sure some of his cum dripped onto the carpet below, but he was too high and too far gone to care.Â
He nearly collapsed against the stairs wall as he rushed back down, panting, already half hard again within seconds.Â
The movie was still rolling, the guys were still fast asleep, but he had been changed foreverâonce again.Â
Seriously, who the hell leaves the door open? Or unlocked? For two people who seemed to fuck like bunnies none of it made sense.Â
UnlessâŠyouâd wanted him to watch.Â
Eddie was in the middle of jerking off when someone started pounding on his front door.Â
Of course.
Heâd found his rhythm, music blasting, hips grinding into his palm, eyes squeezed shut and in his head, his filthy, freaky little head, you kept running your dirty mouth over and over.Â
Heâd been at it for twenty minutes. Maybe more. His dick was red and raw but he didnât care because the only thing worse than jerking off to the memory of you was not jerking off to it.
Bang, bang, bang.
âJesusâfuck,â he curses, pulling up his briefs with a groan, finding a pair of jeans from the floor as the knocking continues.
âEDDIE!!â A familiar voice calls over the music.Â
Oh no.Â
Eddie walks out of his room shirtless, crosses the hall in dragged strides, and opens the door wide enough to peek out, and yeah, there he is.
Steve fucking Harrington.
The absolute last person on earth he wanted to catch him red handed with his dick in his hand fantasizing about his girlfriend.
âHey, man,â Eddie manages, clearing his throat when his voice cracks a little. âUhâŠwhatâs up?âÂ
âHey!â Steve beams, that preppy boy smile spreading wide on his face. âMind if I come in?â
Eddie hesitates only for a second, then opens the door wider and steps back. Steve walks in, glances around, his gaze landing on Eddieâs bedroom. More specifically, on the bottle of lotion on his nightstand and the constellation of crumpled paper tissues on the floor next to his bed.Â
Steve chuckles. âSorry man, didnât mean to interrupt.âÂ
âWhâwhat?â
âYou know. That thing you were doing.â Steve smirks, nodding his head toward the room. âThinking about my girl?â
Eddieâs whole face goes red. âDude, what the fuckââ
âYou like her,â Steve says plainly, not as a question, not mad, not teasing. Just a matter of fact. âI know youâve always liked her. But now youâve seen her like I have. And now you canât stop thinking about her.â
Eddie stands frozen in the middle of the living room, unsure of what heâs supposed to say to save his case. Although, given the evidence, there isnât much to hope for.Â
âIs this the part where you punch me?â Eddie asks, almost bracing for the impact.Â
But Steve just laughs in his face.Â
âNo, man. No punches.â He shakes his head, amused. âYou knowâŠshe likes it when you stare.â
You like it when he stares? You know he stares?Â
âAlright Harrington, if you wanna hit me, just do it. Donât fuck with me.â Eddie chuckles bitterly, already wishing he could just go back to his little twisted fantasies instead of hearing this bullshit.Â
âDonât you get what Iâm saying Eddie?â
Eddie narrows his eyes. âNoâŠ?â
Steve sighs, then steps closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. âIâm sayingâŠshe wants you to fuck her.â
Thereâs a moment of deafening silence where Eddie questions if he actually speaks the English language, because thereâs no fucking way in the world he heard that right.Â
â...What??âÂ
âShe does,â Steve repeats, then chuckles again, âHell, even I want you to fuck her.â
âYouâre not being serious,â Eddie accuses, backing off from Steveâs grasp to pace in circles with his hands on his hips.Â
âFucking hell man,â Steve groans. âLookâIâve seen the way you look at her. And I get it, okay? Sheâs a dream, I know.â He laughs, but Eddie keeps pacing like a madman, shaking his head. âDudeâyou ever wonder what she tastes like when sheâs already come twice?â
That makes him stop right in his tracks. He turns to Steve in disbelief, but once again he doesnât see anger, or teasing. Heâs genuinely asking him if he fantasizes about his girlfriend.Â
âMan, I wonder about everything,â Eddie finally blurts out, exhaling like he just lifted a weight off his chest thatâs been dragging him down for weeks.Â
Steve grins.Â
âI wouldnât offer you this if I didnât trust you with her.âÂ
He walks closer to Eddieâagainâbut this time he doesnât place his hand on his shoulder, just looks at him dead in the eye as his grin turns darker.Â
âYouâd be gentle with her, wouldnât you, Eddie?â He asks, pupils taking over the hazel of his eyes. âYou wouldnât fuck her too hard the first time, right? Sheâs too sensitive afterâand trust me, youâre gonna want her to keep going.â
Eddie is speechless for the 124378th time in that month. Which should be an achievement, considering he likes to talk as much as Robin does.Â
âIâm not gonna say it twice, Munson.â Steve lifts a hand to clap him on the shoulder. âBut she really wants it. So are you in?â
Eddie doesnât even think anymore. He just nods frantically.Â
Oh, heâs so in.
Oh, heâs so having a full blown existential crisis.Â
He hadnât slept the night before. Who could sleep after that conversation? Steve, poster boy for everything Eddie is not, just casually walked into his place, dropping that line like it was no big deal:Â
She wants you to fuck her.
Which is how he ended up now, standing outside your goddamn house, sweating through his jacket and wondering if heâd actually never woken up from the demobats attack and this was all a coma dream.Â
Because now you apparently wanted him.
In your house. In your bed.
On those stupidly adorable floral sheets he couldnât stop thinking about. Thatâs what he came thinking about. Thatâs what he dreamed about every night.Â
Steveâd said to just âroll by tonight.â Well, tonight is here, and Eddie stands outside the door contemplating his options.Â
Does he knock? Does he just open it and walk into a fucking orgy?
Jesus.Â
He adjusts his jacket, runs a hand through his curly hair, and tells himself itâs going to be fine. Heâs already been through things someone his age should never have to in their entire lifetime. Strange things. He can handle a little threesome.
Right?
He rings the doorbell before he chickens out like heâs done his whole life.Â
Eddie hears footsteps approaching the front door. He expects you, for some reason, but instead itâs Steve who opens it, shirtless, barefoot, only wearing some sweatpants, and smiling bright as if heâd just invited Eddie over to watch some sports game.
âHey, dude! Glad you made it,â he beams, stepping aside.
Eddie walks through the threshold, and stops in the middle of the entrance hall pressing his lips tight.Â
âYou want water or something?â Steve offers casually, noticing Eddieâs looking around nervously. âSheâs upstairs. All ready.â
âSheâs what?â
âAll ready,â Steve repeats with a grin. âYou know, for you.â
Steve laughs at Eddieâs loss for words, claps him reassuringly on the back, and gestures toward the stairs.
 âCome on, man. Donât leave her waiting.â
He walks up the stairs with Steve trailing behind. Eddieâs already hard under his ripped jeans, stopping right outside your door thinking what on earth does ready for me mean?
Are you naked? Are you touching yourself? Do you know how hard he is? Can you feel him on the other side of the door?
He can even see the damn nightlight is on behind it. His hand hovers over the doorknob, but for one second, the doubt comes crawling back in.
What if this is a joke? What if he opens the door and all your friends are inside pointing at him and laughing like âLook who actually believed it! Youâre a pervert, Eddie!â
Wouldnât be the first time someone pulls a cruel prank on himâor calls him that. Wouldnât even be the worst. Butâ
âYou gonna open it, Eddie? Or are you too scared of my girl?â Steveâs teasing voice cuts off his spiraling thoughts.Â
Eddie takes a deep breath, finally twists the knob, and he swears time slows down when he sees you there.Â
Youâre sittingâno, half kneeling on the bed in the center of the room. Those floral sheets are bunched under your knees. And youâre wearing a little dainty lace set. The fabric is barely there, but the little bows on the straps make it sweet enough for Eddieâs mouth to go dry. Your exposed skin looks soft under the warm pink glow the nightlight casts against the walls.Â
Youâre all ready for him.Â
Eddie nearly fucking dies. Again.Â
You smile when you see him. Itâs soft and warm and welcoming, like always. Exceptânearly naked. Not like he hadnât seen your guts getting rearranged about two times too much these past weeks anyways.Â
âHi, Eds,â you say, waving your hand as if you arenât currently rewiring his entire nervous system.
He stands frozen in the doorway as Steve brushes past him, casual as hell. He walks straight up to you, bends down just enough to pet your chin with two fingers, making you laugh softly.Â
âHi again, baby,â Steve whispers sweetly. âLetâs give him a warm welcome, hm?â
You hum in agreement, watching Steve walk away and drop onto the puff in the corner of the room, manspreading like a king waiting for his entertainment to start.Â
But EddieâŠEddieâs still standing by the door like đ§đ»
âSo uhâŠwhatâwhat are the rules?â He stammers. âOr, like boundaries? Orâfuck, I donât know, a safe word?â
He means it for him, of course.Â
You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. âOh my god. Eddie, you're adorable.â
Steve is not as delicate as you, âDude,â he snorts. âYou canât be serious. Relax. No one's handing out instructions.âÂ
Eddie shifts anxiously on his feet. âIâthere should be instructions.â
When the hell has ever cared about those?Â
âYouâre here to make her feel good, thatâs it.â Steve says quite harshly, crossing his arms over his chest, then looks at you and everything in him softens. âYou decide how far he goes, baby.âÂ
You melt. Right there on the bed. Blow him a kiss and then turn your full attention to the very shy boy at your doorstep.Â
âItâs okay, Eddie. Can you come closer?â You ask, extending your arm and gesturing toward the bed.Â
Eddie gives one step, thatâs all he manages.
You smile wider, just enough to coax him. âCloser, Eddie. Please.â
Fuck.
He takes another step, then another, until heâs right by the edge of the bed, so close he can see the pattern of the fine lace of your lingerie, the way your chest rises when you breathe, the way youâre giving him the most deadly case of bedroom eyes heâs ever seen in his entire life.Â
You donât look shy, or unsure, you lookâŠeager.Â
Before he can overthink it, you slide off the bed to round him, and gently push his chest to sit down. Eddie falls easily, his body already knowing itâs not in charge anymore. The mattress dips under his weight, bouncing softly along with the curls in his head.Â
âKick those shoes off,â you say.Â
He obeys. Ohâhe obeys. A little clumsily, but theyâre off in less than three seconds.
Only then you climb onto his lap. Eddieâs breath comes out in a shaky exhale when your ass lands on his thighs. His hands hover uselessly at his sides. He doesnât touch you, doesnât really dare yet. He doesnât even know where to look. His eyes dart from your shoulder to the wall to Steve, who has now thrown his arms behind his head like heâs watching his favorite movie.
âWell, donât mind me,â he says. âJust enjoying the show.â
You cradle Eddieâs face to get his attention back to you. All he can think is your hands are warm, and too soft for his own good. Your thumbs brush his cheeks in such a normal, easy way, that still feels deeply intimate.Â
âPretty boy,â you whisper, smiling at him. âSuch pretty eyes.â
Eddieâs heart does an entire somersault routine. He can feel the little feet of the people inside his head running around to process the compliment.Â
Weâre starting already???
He doesnât even finish that line of thought when you lean in and kiss him. The kiss is slow and unrushed, but so so passionate. Your soft lips move against his, showing him you know exactly what youâre doing. Eddie melts into it instantly. He kisses you back desperately, starving, because heâd been feeling withdrawal for something he never had, and nowâholy shit now heâs finally getting his fix.
Still, he doesnât touch. Not until you take his wrists and guide them yourself, first on your waist, but then trailing down, lower, to where the lace sits and barely covers anything. His hands pinch your skin when he realizes what heâs touching.Â
You.
âOh,â he breathes in to the kiss, and had you known Eddie let out those pretty little sounds, you'd have brought him in sooner.Â
You smile against his mouth and roll your hips, just a little, just to get more out. Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, you grind down on him. Slow at first, just gentle little moves that made Eddieâs head tip back, and a symphony of broken sounds left his throat. Every grind of your body made his cock throb harder against his jeans. His eyes went between your chest, your mouth and the way your lashes fluttered when you finally found the spot.Â
âJesusâfuck yes, use me angel.âÂ
He didnât even realize heâd said it out loud until you let out a little whimper at the pet name, and picked up the pace.Â
You are used to terms of endearment from Steve, heâs the sweetest with you, but never in the years of your relationship has he ever called you something so divine as angel. Â
Alas, your boyfriend still knows you better than anyone. You keep moving on top of Eddie, and even though his hard cock under the jeans is already making you see stars, thereâs somethingâŠmissing. By this point Steveâs fingers would already be deep inside you without even having to ask.Â
Across the room, he watches your frantic moves and hears your moans getting needier. Eddie doesn't notice at first, but he does.
âHey man,â he calls casually. âPlay with her.â
Eddie, too lost in the way you keep rolling your hips, blinks like he misheard. ââWhat?â
Steve chuckles, âSheâs used to it. Go on, donât make her wait.â
Eddie turns back to you, but you donât say anything, just look at him, chest rising faster, lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat starting to gather at your temples. And when his eyes search yours for permission, you nod.
Thatâs all it takes. Eddieâs hand slides down your stomach, dipping lower and lower, until he finds the paradise between your legs.
Oh fuck.Â
âBabyâyouâre soaking through my jeans,â he groans, trailing the wet patch seeping through your panties.Â
You giggle, but the second his fingers go past the lace and brush over your clit, you let out the most beautiful sound heâd ever heard. A little gasp of surprise, hips bucking slightly since you've been waiting for him to touch you right there all night.
Eddie almost comes in his pants. âJesusâyouâre perfect.â
He doesn't slide his fingers in yet, he doesn't need to, your slick is already dripping onto his jeans, smearing over his rings. You just grind into his hand, chasing your high. Every sound you make goes straight to his dick, every breath, every flutter of your lashes, every soft whimper of his name. Heâs about to put a finger in whenâ
âStop.â
Eddie freezes at your firm voice, his hand stills as panic takes over his chest. âDid Iâdid I do something wrong?â
Steveâs already standing from the couch, ready to lift you off Eddieâs lap if you need him to. But you just let out a sweet little laugh and shake your head.Â
âNo, youâre perfect. I want you to take your shirt off first,â you shrug, as if you hadn't caused both men a near heart attack.Â
Steve exhales, muttering something about âalways testing himâ as he plops back onto the puff. You smile at him apologetically, he just shakes his head pretending to be annoyed but you see the smile tugging at his lips.Â
âOh,â Eddie says, blinking a few times before actually breathing again. âYeah. Yeah, I can do that, sweetheart.â
He fumbles a little, taking off his vest first, then his jacket, thenâhe hesitates for a second. Itâs not that heâs insecure about his chest, but his tattoos now have fresh new roommates in the shape of multiple scars scattered across his skin from where heâd been attacked. And he doesnât know how youâll react to them.
You notice the doubt flashing across his eyes as his hands stop reaching for the shirt. âAre you okay, Eddie?â You ask, and now youâre the one wondering if you did something wrong.
âYeah,â he chuckles, trying to not sound too pathetic. âItâs justâmyâŠmy scars,â he says, avoiding your gaze.Â
You hum softly, âSteve has them too.â
Eddieâs head perks up at that, and his eyes go to the shirtless man on the couch.Â
âYeah man,â Steve breathes, straightening up, pointing at the lovely little bite marks the bats had left on his skin.Â
Eddie squints and sees them washed in the glow of the nightlamp. Heâd been so busy freaking the hell out when he arrived that he hadnât even noticed that Steveâs chest indeed had marks. But not as many as him, and at least the hair around it makes up for it, heâs not sure his pale chestâ
âEddieâŠâ You cup his face to gently guide it towards you. âYou can keep your shirt on if you feel more comfortable that way, but know that I donât care about whatâs under there. I just want to feel your skin closer,â you reassure.
Eddie almost proposes right there and then.Â
Okayâmaybe heâs getting ahead of himself. But shit. He decides itâs wiser to just nod, and peels off his shirt in one rough pull. You look him in the eyes before looking down, and he nods again. Your eyes go down his bare chest, pale as you expected, not as filled out as Steveâs, and not nearly as hairyâbut the tattoos and the scars make him the most badass rockstar youâd ever seen.
Eddieâs breath stills as you look at him like you like what you see. Like heâs the prettiest thing in the room. And then you make sure he hears it.Â
âYouâre so pretty, Eddie,â you smile, pulling him in for another kiss. Your hands smooth over his skin, fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, the scars down his sides, the happy trail leading to a happier place. âSo hot.â
You whine into the kiss, hips rolling again making him forget about the fact that heâs shirtless in front of you and instead he remembersâright. His fingers.
Eddie reaches for you, pulling your panties to the side again. He slides two fingers between your folds, slow enough to drink every second of the way your jaw drops when you feel his rings deep inside you, the way your eyes flutter shut, how you let out a desperate little sound that goes straight to his cock.
âEdsâŠâ you moan, walls clenching around fingers and metal.
âYou feelâfuck, baby, you feel so goodâŠso tightâŠâÂ
He finds his rhythm easily, all insecurities set aside by how fast youâre falling apart on his fingers. Â
Eddie knows what heâs doing. Those handsâthose guitarist fingers donât play. They move with instinct, with intention. His fingers curl, dragging quickly through your walls before pressing back in. The rings are a plus, cold metal against heat, and you gasp when one of them hits the spot.Â
âOhâEddieââ
âThatâs it angel, keep dripping all over me,â he coos, pumping harder. âCan feel you clenching when I talk like this. You like being a good girl for me?â
You nod, itâs all you can do. Steve just watches. Watches the way your body moves. The way your face twists with pleasure. The way your mouth drops open with every stroke.Â
But he catches something else. He always does.Â
Your head tips forward, forehead pressing into Eddieâs shoulder, breaths coming out in little broken sounds against Eddieâs skin as he works every inch of you. You keep grinding your hips, chasing more even as it starts to overwhelm you. A sudden wave makes your moan turn into a whimper, and your nails dig on his shoulder instinctively pushing him away.Â
You cry out, thatâs when Steve speaks.
âHeyâeasy, Munson,â he calls out, not angry, but still firm enough that it makes Eddie slow down. âRemember what I said about going easy the first time? You go too rough too soon and sheâs gonna be shaking for the rest of the night.â
âSorryââ Eddie says immediately, but you cut him off.Â
âItâs okay, Eds. Weâre still learning each other,â you reassure, still giving him that dazed, happy look. He exhales in relief. âJustâŠa little slower, thatâs all. Iâm not really used to the rings.â You say it so sweetly, that he just nods like a little puppy eager to please.Â
âYouâll get used to them soon, sweetheart. Promise.â
He pulls his fingers back in slower, watching your face the whole time, memorizing every reaction. It doesn't take long before youâre grinding his hand again and letting out soft moans of pleasure as you find a more comfortable rhythm.Â
âThere you go,,â Steve chuckles, approving. âSheâs squeezing you, isnât she?â
Eddie chuckles back, because he can feel how close you are. Your forehead presses into his shoulder again, mouth brushing his skin as you let out a sound thatâs half gasp, half moan.Â
âHmm, that sound,â Steve hums, leaning further into the puff, stroking over his crotch. âShe sounds like that when sheâs about to come.â
âYeah?â Eddie asks, curling his fingers just right. âAre you close, angel?â
You whimper, hiding your face knowing exactly what they are talking about, but it only makes it hotter for both men to see you like that.Â
âDonât you wanna tell him, baby?â Steve asks from his spot, but all that comes out of your mouth is another moan against Eddieâs shoulder. âHeyâeyes on me.â
You obey, turning to meet those wide, hazel eyes. Youâre barely holding it together, already breathless. A literal mess on Eddieâs fingers.
But Steve just smiles, wide and bright when you look at him. âNow tell him what you need, sweetheart.â
Your eyes keep locked on your boyfriend as you whisper, âIâI wanna come, EdsâŠplease.â
âThen come, baby. Drench my fucking rings,â he groans in your ear. His raw voice and another curl of his fingers is what gets you there.Â
Your whole body tenses when the orgasm hits. You let out a broken moan that vibrates in Eddieâs chest and your walls clench around his fingers so tight he thinks you might break them. Your wetness coats his rings, soaks into your panties, his jeans, everywhere.Â
You collapse, arms flailing to hold on to him, but before Eddie can catch you, youâre already falling back.
âWhoa, heyââ Eddieâs arms scramble to hold you, but Steve is faster.
Heâs behind you instantly, steadying you with one hand on your back, the other cupping the back of your head easing you back into Eddieâs lap.Â
âShe goes all soft after,â Steve says, with that fondness he always uses when referring to you. âYou gotta hold her up for a second.â
Eddieâs arms wrap around you immediately, as you curl into him still trying to catch your breath. Steve leans to see you, brushing your hair back. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead that makes you smile.Â
âHey,â he whispers, eyes scanning your flushed face. âYou okay?â
You nod against Eddieâs chest.
âYou wanna keep going?âÂ
You nod again.
âWords, baby,â Steve coaxes, and you let out a little breathless giggle when he pinches your side.
âI do,â you whisper, loud enough for both to hear. Then you turn to him. âThank you.â
For catching me. For checking on me. For letting another man fuck me while you watch.
You donât even have to say it out loud for Steve to know what youâre thinking. He just brushes your cheek, with an amused smile on his face. âAnytime, baby.â
You shift on Eddieâs lap, turning back to him, lips brushing his cheek before placing your hands on his chest to look at those pretty brown eyes. âThank you too, Eds. You made me feel so good.â
âY-Yeah?â
You hum, patting the spider tattoo on his left peck. Once you feel like you regained your strength back again, you slide off his lap and drop to your knees in front of him.
âThatâs my girl.â Steve praises. So pretty on her knees.âÂ
He rounds the bed to grab a small pillow, then drops it to the floor next to your knees, nudging it with his foot until you shift just enough to be on top of it. You lean to kiss the back of his hand as a silent thank you.Â
Eddie is too busy remembering how to breathe for the 100th time to say anything.Â
You settle between Eddieâs legs, hands resting on his thighs, your lashes fluttering as you look up with all your attention back on him. âI wanna thank you properly.â
Eddie laughs nervously, then whistles low. âShitâthen go ahead, sweetheart.â
Your fingers go to his beltâbecause of course he wore a fucking beltâand Steve chuckles from your side, one judging eyebrow raised. âWhy did you even wear a belt, dude?â
âI thought I was coming over to watch, not to get fucking blessed,â Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, pushing himself up to help you lower his pants.Â
His ass barely touches the mattress when your hands are already tugging his briefs. He laughs, out of sheer nerves and excitement, lifting again to take off the last piece covering him.Â
He springs out.
And just as you thought. Just as you dreamed, heâs big. Eddie fucking Munson is packing a thick, flushed pink, already leaking cock just inches away from your face.Â
Pretty boy with pretty eyes and an even prettier dick.Â
You let out a sweet, pleased little dreamy sigh, when you feel his heaviness in your hand. âSo pretty,â you praise, then lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.
You reach out, eager, hand wrapping around him to guide him toward your mouth like a lollipop. Eddie makes a noise no one in that room knew he was capable of.
Eddie sees heaven. Sees the clouds, hears all the symphonies and shit.Â
âJesus fuckââ
Steve steps behind you again, crouching down. He runs his fingers over your spine, drawing delicate circles that donât match the words that come out of his mouth.Â
âYou think you can take another, baby?â He asks, kissing the back of your neck. âGetting bored of just watchingâŠâ
You glance back at him, hand still wrapped around Eddieâs cock, and look down to see the fabric of his pants barely containing his.Â
âLet me take care of you too, babe,â you chuckle, lifting your free hand to reach sideways, tugging Steveâs sweats and briefs down in one pull. He steps forward, letting you take him in your hand like youâve done a hundred times.Â
Now you have two, very hard, very beautiful, very yours, dicks in your hands.Â
You give Steve one long, wet stroke with your tongue that makes him drop his head back and groan. Then, with a little giggle, you turn and give Eddie the same treatment.Â
âFucking hell, Harrington,â he gasps.
Steve smiles, watching you go from one the other, teasing both. âOh, I know.â He cups the back of your head, stroking your hair. âShow him, baby. Show him how good you are.â
You hum with Eddie in your mouth, the sound vibrating just enough to make him curse under his breath.
You begin taking turns. Your lips are glossy and warm and full, as you switch between them.Â
Steve. Then back to Eddie. Then back to Steve again.
Your hand stroking one while your lips wrap around the other. Back and forth. Eddieâs thighs start shaking with the effort of not coming in the first thirty seconds of this glorious torture.Â
Heâd never seen anything like it.Â
He has both hands fisted in the floral sheets, barely keeping himself together as you take him halfway down and then pull away with a soft, wet pop that makes his vision go white, only to switch to the one whoâs supposed to be your man.Â
And if it wasnât enough, Steve hands reach behind your back when you put him in your mouth, bending over you with his cock so going deep it makes you gag, to unclasp your bra, freeing your titties for both of them.Â
Heâs fighting for his soul at this point.Â
You split apart from Steve, taking a deep breath to recover from his dick touching the back of your throat, and wipe your mouth before looking up at Eddie with a smile.Â
âHey Steve?â You call, eyes fixed on Eddieâs to catch his reaction. âWhy donât you get the camera?â
TheâŠcamera???
âWaitâwhat?â
âDonât you want a little souvenir?â You tease, titling your head.Â
âWhat the fuckâwhatâdo I want aâ?â
âSteve likes it,â you shrug.Â
âOh yeah,â Steve chuckles, already crossing to the bookshelf in the corner of your room. âI like itâbut she loves it, man,â he adds smugly,Â
âYou have photosâŠdoing it?â
âWhooole collection.â Steve drawls, finding what he was looking for. âYouâd go crazy.âÂ
He is going crazy.Â
Steve walks back over holding a black Polaroid camera, and hands it directly to Eddie, whoâs still gripping onto the sheets for dear life.Â
âIââ He stammers, looking at you.Â
You shrug. âMy hands are busy,â you smile apologetically, too damn sweet for the situation.Â
Eddie finally takes the camera after a deep exhale, and leans back to lift it. He frames your pretty face between his thighs, lips parted open, spit shining on his cock. Then your mouth wraps around his tip again, and Eddie moans, loud and shaky, nearly dropping the camera.
He captures the grip of your lips, the way your tongue flicks over his slit, the stretch of your mouth when you sink deeper. Then you pull away and take Steve into your mouth instead, and Eddie moves the camera closer, watching your throat move, your hand still stroking him at the base.
Itâs a miracle you are alternating, because if it had been just him, he wouldâve busted in your mouth in under a minute.
You feel flash after flash after flash. Picture falling one after another, scattering on Eddieâs thighs.Â
âHoly shit,â Eddie chuckles. âThis is filthy. God, you look so fucking good like that.âÂ
Another flash. Another picture falling next to his balls.Â
You pop off of him with a messy sound and a smile at the compliment, licking your lips as you turn to Steve.
âYour turn, baby,â you whisper.
Steve steps closer, and you feel the way he starts twitching in your mouth. It doesnât take long before he grabs your hair, and starts thrusting to get himself off.
Eddieâs eyes widen, pulling the camera aside to enjoy the view. The way Steve holds you there. The way he fucks into your mouth, chasing his release, his fist tangled in your hair, his chest rising hard and fast as you take all of him.Â
Steve finally comes in a few strangled moans, making sure he stays inside until you swallow every drop of his cum. He strokes your cheek with one hand, pulling out, reaching down to wipe the corner of your mouth. âThere you go, baby,â he praises, still breathless. âSo good for us.â
You donât take more than a few seconds when you turn to Eddie, chest heaving, but before you can lean down again his hand comes up, stopping you.Â
âWait!â He says, coming off a little louder than he means to.
Your brows furrow. âAre youâare you not enjoying it?âÂ
âNo no, Jesusâno,â he rushes, âYouâreâyouâre perfect. Youâre actually heaven. I swear. Itâs justâŠif you keep going like thatâŠI wonât last.â
Steve huffs out a laugh, immediately understanding where heâs coming from.Â
Eddie wants to save his cum for when he gets lucky to actually fuck you.Â
Steve steps forward, helping you get to your feet. âWell,â he says, amused, âyouâre a lucky bastard, Munson. Iâm a man of my word, so Iâm gonna let you fuck her properly now.â Â
Eddie gulps. Your eyes light up.Â
âThatâll get you going just fine.â Steve adds.Â
He takes the camera from Eddieâs side, then walks back to settle onto the puff in the corner again, naked, angling the Polaroid camera like a professional.Â
You take a moment to get rid of your panties, before pushing Eddie back onto the bed, making him crawl back until heâs in the center on the mattress, his curly hair draping over your multiple pillows. You climb over the pictures and his body until youâre hovering over him.Â
Eddie doesnât expect you to turn around, but there you are, moving away to straddle him in reverse, giving him a perfect view of your ass. His heart is racing so hard he can hear it in his ears, yet a devilish chuckle still comes out before he can stop it.Â
âYou want Steve to see your face while you bounce on my cock, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod, biting your lip even if he canât see youâbecause Steve sure canâlifting yourself up with your hands on his thighs. âGod, yes.â
You reach to line him up beneath you, teasing the tip only for a second because you canât wait any longer than that to feel him inside.Â
You sink down without giving him any warning.Â
âHolyâfuck,â Eddie groans, throwing his head back onto the pillows. âJesus fucking Christ, youâre so tightââ
He only shuts up when he hears the moans you let out as he stretches your walls so painfully good. He feels as huge as he looks, he fills you as well as you thought he would. Heâs balls deep inside you. Your knees are on either side of his hips, ass to his stomach, fingers digging into his thighs as you begin to fuck yourself on him.Â
From the corner, Steve lets out a low hum of approval as you bounce harder on Eddieâs cock, chasing your second orgasm. He strokes himself with one hand, the other snapping shots of the way your tits bounce, the way your face twists every time you sink down, the way you never stop looking at him.
Flash. Flash. Flash. Tug. Tug. Tug.Â
âFuck yes, babyâlook at you. You look like a fucking porn star.â
You smile at him, then turn over your shoulder, just a little to see how your other boy is doing.Â
Eddieâs falling apart.Â
His eyes are glued to where your bodies meet. To his cock disappearing inside your folds. And if the sounds were obscene beforeâtheyâre so much worse now. Between Eddieâs grunts, your moans as you ride him, and the clicking sound of Steveâs camera, this was a full blown production.Â
A priceless one.Â
And then you make that sound again.Â
The same sound you made the second time Eddie saw you fall apart on Steveâs cock. The sound you made with his fingers deep inside you. The sound that haunted his fucking dreams.
âYouâre getting her there, man,â Steve says, stroking himself faster to the next series of whimpers you let out. âMake her feel good, then cum inside her. She loves that shit.â
Eddie nods. âThat okay, angel? Want me to fill you up?âÂ
You can't even speak. You just nod frantically, gasping as your rhythm begins to falter, and your thighs start shaking.
âYou gotta come again first, sweetheart,â Eddie says through gritted teeth, grabbing your hips to push himself up into you. He can feel you pulsing around him.Â
âSteveâfuckâIâm gonnaââ
âThen do it, baby,â he growls. âCome on his cock.â
You come harder than the first time. Your mouth drops open in a choked moan as your orgasm tears through you. Eddie nearly comes from how tight you clench around him.
But no. He still wants more from you. Needs it like he needs oxygen.Â
This time he does catch you when you slump forward, sitting up still buried inside you, placing a kiss on your shoulder as you both catch your breath. But the quiet doesnât last long. Heâs still hard inside you, and the devil on his shoulder tells him to finish what he started.Â
He earns a sudden yelp from you when he flips you, pushing you onto your stomach, pulling your hips back, and lining himself up again from behindâŠjust like heâd seen you that day. Face in the sheets. Ass up. Wet pussy glowing under the nightlight. Floral sheets wrinkled under your body.Â
Deja vu.
But this time, itâs not Steveâno, heâs just watching. Eddie is the one pushing his cock deep inside you with a harsh thrust that makes your whole body rock forward.Â
Heâs not that gentle anymore. Not in a mean way. Never in a mean way, but in a I-need-to-come-inside-you-now way. His hands are gripping your skin, knuckles going pale, holding you down as you become a mess under him.Â
He looks up to the couch, and he expects to see at least an ounce of the jealousy heâd felt the day he saw you with him, but all he sees is Steveâs fist going up and down furiously on his cock. The camera had been dropped as soon as your cheek had hit the mattress.
He wanted to see it. See you fall apart.Â
ââŠHoly shit, dude, go for it,â Steve whistles low in approval, chuckling when he hears your strangled gasps every time Eddie slammed into you. âLet him, baby,â he coos. âBe a good girl and take all of it.â
He really gives you all of it.Â
Eddieâs sure he only survived â86 just to see the way your tight little asshole contracts with every thrust he drills into your swollen pussy.Â
âEdsâEddieââ
âI know I know. Almost there, angel. Gonna fill you up real good,â he coaxes over your small whines, âwanna see you dripping with my cum.â
Eddie slams into you once more, then groans so loud it echoes across the wallpaper walls, and finally spills inside you with a cry.Â
Steve comes in his own hand as Eddie pulls out of you, slapping your ass a few times with his cock before you collapse onto the bedsheets. Eddie falls right behind you, blinking up at the ceiling, coming down from his high.
In the middle of all the panting, your chests rising up and down, he doesnât really know what heâs supposed to do next. Part of him expects to be handed his clothes and a polite âthanks for coming.â But instead, you instinctively roll over to him, wrapping your arms around his body and burying your face against his chest.Â
Steve just chuckles, finding his briefs on the floor and throwing them on, then finally walking over to where youâre cuddling Eddie, running his hand through your hair with a little smile.
âShe gets kinda clingy after.â
You donât even lift your head. âDonât be rude.â
Steve grins wider. âSorry, baby. Cute is the word. She gets cute after.â
You hum again, approving this time. Then, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, voice muffled in Eddieâs chest, âyou guys are fucking crazy.â
Steve snorts. âWe are crazy?â
âI didnât exactly suggest a threesome, sweetheart,â Eddie chuckles, hugging you tighter.Â
âWhatever,â you giggle. âJustâŠdonât let me fall asleep like this.â
Steve kneels beside the bed and rubs your back gently. âWant a shower, baby?â
You shake your head. âBath.â
âBath it is.â
He places a kiss on your shoulder, then stands and walks to your bathroom. A few moments later, Eddie hears the water running.
He couldâve stayed like that forever, really. With you curled into his arms, naked with his seed still inside you, surrounded by the filthy pictures heâd taken of you. His hand comes up hesitantly, brushing your hair back with the same tenderness he always sees Steve do it.Â
Where does this leave him though? Is this a one time thing? A hit and run? How can he go back to his normal life after this?Â
Heâd already been losing his mind over you for weeks. Heâs never getting over this.
âAre you okay?â You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.Â
âMe?âÂ
âYeah, your heart is beating really fast,â you say, hand resting lightly on his chest, right over it.
Eddie laughs under his breath. âUh. Yeah. Iâm justâŠkinda expecting for someone to tell me to get up and leave?â
You hum softly, nuzzling closer to him. âI donât want you to leave, EdsâŠâÂ
He doesnât get to say anything before Steve returns, a pink towel slung over his bare shoulder as he stands on the bathroom door.Â
âWell, dude,â he says. âYou bringing her or what?â
Eddie looks down at you, all cozied up in his arms. You donât say anything, but you smile, soft and sweet and welcoming as always.Â
The sun in his arms.Â
He's not sure what the hell is next for him now. But at least for tonight, heâs staying.Â
And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows
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°Ë⎠while your little brother and his friends have their movie marathon / all nighter in his room, you and Steve decide that you both needed a release. thinking that the boys are asleep, you both bite the apple and..well. fuck. but little did you know, some nosy shitheads are listening.
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The house on Maple Street was quiet in that deceptive way only a house full of teenagers could manage. It was well past midnight in late summer of 1984, the kind of sticky Indiana heat that made every window in the Henderson house stand wide open, hoping for a breeze that never quite arrived.
Down the hall in Dustinâs room, four boys were sprawled across sleeping bags, beanbags, and the bare carpet like casualties of a particularly enthusiastic pillow war. The television flickered with the end credits of The Goonies, volume turned low enough that the dialogue was mostly lip-reading. Empty pizza boxes formed a greasy cardboard fortress around them. A half-dozen two-liter bottles of Mountain Dew and Coke stood like sentinels, most of them empty or flat. Chip bags crinkled every time someone shifted.
Lucas was propped against the bedframe, Walkman headphones dangling around his neck. âIâm telling you, the treasure map was real. They shouldâve made a sequel.â
Mike rolled his eyes so hard it was audible. âThey did. It was called Goonies 2: The Electric Boogaloo in my nightmares.â
Will, curled on his side with a pillow hugged to his chest, laughed softly. âYou guys said we were sleeping at one. Itâs almost two.â
Dustin snorted, reaching blindly for another handful of Doritos. âSleep is for people who donât appreciate the cultural significance of Back to the Future Part II. Which weâre watching next.â
They had no intention of sleeping.
Across the hall, your bedroom door was closed but not locked. The soft blue glow of your thirteen-inch television painted shifting patterns across the walls. The Golden Girls was onâseason two, the one where Blanche tries to set Dorothy up with her uncle. You were propped against the headboard in an oversized Hawkins High sweatshirt (technically Steveâs) and cotton sleep shorts, knees drawn up, bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap.
Steve Harrington lay beside you on his stomach, chin resting on folded arms, still wearing his jeans and a faded navy tee because âIâm not getting comfortable until the kids are actually unconscious.â His hair was mussed from earlier when Dustin had tackled him in the living room demanding a rematch at Karate Champ. Now he looked softer, younger, the way he only ever looked when the world wasnât watching.
You nudged him with your elbow. âYouâre smiling at the screen like a dork.â
âIâm appreciating art,â he defended, not looking away from Bea Arthurâs deadpan delivery. âSophiaâs the best character and I will die on that hill.â
You laughed under your breath. âYouâre not supposed to have opinions about Golden Girls.â
âIâm cultured,â he said primly, then reached over and stole a piece of popcorn. His fingers brushed your thigh and stayed there, warm and deliberate.
The laugh died in your throat.
He glanced sideways at you, eyes dark in the television light. âYou okay?â
You nodded, but your pulse had kicked up. You were suddenly very aware of the closed door, the sleeping (supposedly) boys across the hall, the way Steveâs thumb was tracing slow, absent circles against your bare skin.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
Steve shifted, rolling onto his side so he was facing you fully. The mattress dipped. âHey,â he said quietly. âWe can just watch the show.â
âI know.â
But you didnât move away when his hand slid higher, fingers curling around the back of your knee. You didnât move away when he tugged gently, encouraging you to turn toward him.
You did.
The popcorn bowl got set on the nightstand. The laugh track from the TV filled the silence between you as Steve leaned in and kissed youâslow at first, testing, like he still couldnât quite believe you let him do this.
You kissed him back harder.
He made a low sound in his throat, the kind that vibrated against your lips, and suddenly the gentle thing was gone. His hand slid up the back of your thigh, under the hem of your shorts, palm flat against the curve of your ass. You arched into him without thinking, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
Across the hall, Dustin froze mid-chew.
âDid you hear that?â he whispered.
Lucas yanked his headphones off completely. âHear what?â
Mike paused the VCR. The room went unnaturally quiet.
From your room came another muffled soundâhalf-laugh, half-moanâand then the unmistakable creak of bedsprings.
Willâs eyes went wide. âIs thatââ
âShh,â Dustin hissed, already scooting closer to the door. âThey think weâre asleep.â
Lucas looked delighted and horrified in equal measure. âWe should not be listening to this.â
Mike was already on his feet. âWeâre definitely listening to this.â
They crept across the carpet like tiny cat burglars, pressing shoulders against the doorframe, ears tilted toward the thin wood.
In your room, Steve had rolled you underneath him, weight braced on his forearms so he wasnât crushing you. Your sweatshirt was rucked up to your ribs, his mouth on your throat, sucking a mark just below the collar where your shirt would cover it tomorrow. You were breathing too loud, trying and failing to stay quiet, fingers digging into his shoulders.
âSteve,â you whispered, half-warning, half-plea.
He lifted his head, lips swollen, pupils blown. âTell me to stop.â
You pulled him back down instead.
He kissed you like he was starvingâopen-mouthed, desperate, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made heat pool low in your belly. His hand worked between you, fumbling with the button of your shorts, then the zipper. You lifted your hips to help, impatient, and he shoved the fabric down your thighs along with your underwear in one impatient motion.
The shorts ended up somewhere near the foot of the bed.
Steveâs breath hitched when his fingers found youâwet, ready, aching. âFuck,â he breathed against your mouth. âYouâre soaked.â
âBeen thinking about you all night,â you admitted, voice shaking.
He groaned like that physically hurt him, then kissed you again, deeper, while his fingers circled slow and deliberate over your clit. You jerked, thighs trying to close around his hand, but he used his knee to nudge them wider.
âShh, baby,â he murmured. âGotta be quiet.â
You bit your lip hard enough to taste copper.
He worked you open with two fingers, curling them just right, thumb still rubbing tight circles until your hips were rocking against his hand, chasing the pressure. Your breath came in short, sharp pants. Every time you got too loud he kissed you harder, swallowing the sounds.
He added a third finger, stretching you further, scissoring gently while his mouth moved down your neck, across your collarbone, then lower. He pushed your sweatshirt up and over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. His lips closed around one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch off the bed with a choked whimper.
Across the hall the boys were statue-still, faces ranging from horrified to morbidly fascinated.
Dustin whispered, âIâm going to need so much therapy.â
Lucas elbowed him. âShut up, Iâm trying to hear.â
Back in your room, Steve pulled his hand free and fumbled with his own jeans. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet. He shoved denim and boxers down just enough, then reached for the nightstand drawer where you kept the condoms now that this was⊠a regular thing.
He tore the packet open with his teeth, rolled it on with practiced ease, then settled between your thighs again.
You hooked one leg around his waist, urging him closer.
He pushed in slowâagonizingly slowâwatching your face the whole time. Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp. He felt huge like this, stretching you in the best way, filling every inch until your hips were flush against his.
âGod,â he choked out, forehead dropping to yours. âYou feel so fucking good.â
He didnât move at firstâjust stayed buried deep, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of him. Then he rolled his hips in a slow grind that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. You whimpered, nails raking down his back through cotton.
He started thrustingâlong, measured strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, deep and deliberate. The wet sound of it was filthy, unmistakable. Your leg tightened around him; he hooked the other over his elbow, opening you wider, changing the angle so every thrust hit that perfect place.
âSteveâfuckâharderââ
He obliged.
The pace picked up, hips snapping forward with more force, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm. You tried to muffle yourself against his shoulder, but every thrust punched a sound out of you anywayâsoft, desperate little moans that grew louder the closer you got.
He reached between you, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast, tight circles that made your whole body seize.
âGonna come,â you gasped, thighs trembling. âDonât stopâplease donât stopââ
He fucked you harder, deeper, chasing his own edge while pushing you over yours. You shatteredâback arching, walls fluttering and clenching around him, a broken cry muffled against his neck. He groaned low and wrecked, thrusts turning erratic as he followed, hips stuttering, spilling into the condom with a shudder that ran through his whole body.
For a long minute you both just breathed, tangled and sweaty and wrecked.
Steve kissed your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. âLove you,â he whispered, like it was a secret he couldnât keep in anymore.
You smiled against his skin. âLove you too.â
He pulled out carefully, dealt with the condom, then collapsed beside you, tugging you into his chest. You both pretended you were going to watch the rest of Golden Girls.
You didnât.
-ËËâââââ
Morning arrived with birdsong and the smell of coffee. You stumbled into the kitchen in leggings and another stolen sweatshirt, hair in a messy bun. Steve followed a minute later, hair still damp from the worldâs fastest shower, wearing yesterdayâs jeans and a fresh polo like nothing had happened.
The boys were already at the table, eating cereal straight from the box, staring at you both with identical expressions of smug horror.
âMorning,â you said brightly, reaching for the coffee pot.
Steve poured himself a mug. âSleep okay, Henderson?â
Dustin didnât even look up. âLike a baby. You?â
Steve froze mid-sip.
Lucas leaned back in his chair. âYeah, Steve. You sleep okay? Sounded like you were⊠rearranging furniture pretty late.â
Mike snorted into his Cocoa Puffs.
Will triedâand failedâto hide a grin behind his hand.
Your face went scarlet. Steveâs mug paused halfway to his mouth.
Dustin finally looked up, eyes gleaming with evil delight. âWe especially liked the part where you said âright thereâ like sixteen times. Very specific.â
You choked on air.
Steve set his mug down very carefully. âYou little shits were listening?â
Lucas spread his hands. âThe walls are thin, man. Youâre welcome for the free concert.â
Will added quietly, âIt was sweet.â
You covered your face with both hands. âIâm moving out.â
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink. âYouâre all grounded until youâre thirty.â
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word count: 1.2k
warnings: smut, literally porn with no plot, i just wanna fuck steve right now lol, fingering, squirting
synopsis: when the wsqk van breaks down on the side of the road, thereâs nothing else to do except kill some timeâŠ
 A whine tears from her throat and she tosses her head back onto Steveâs shoulder, nails biting into his thigh. He removes his hand from the apex of her thighs for a moment to grab one of her wrists to slap her own palm against her mouth before his fingers continue their assault on her clit, bringing the radio receiver back to his mouth.Â
 âUh negative! Negative⊠the uh⊠the eagle is not flying, over.â
 His middle and forefinger finds her entrance again and bully their way through, the pad of his thumb replacing them on her clit. Tears well in her eyes and pool onto her cheeks, teeth sinking into the flesh of her palm to stifle her cry.Â
 âW-what.. eagle.. flying.. Jesus Christ, dingus, will you speak English please, over?â Robinâs voice crackles through the receiver.Â
 âShit,â Steve mutters beneath his breath, a vexed but determined crease in his brow.Â
 His fingers continue their brutal assault on her cuntâ a hard and swift in and out and in and out that keeps her head reeling, spinning with words manifested by mind-numbing bliss. Her body is burning, buzzing with the ceaseless pumping of Steveâs fingers, her stifled moans a low drone in her throat. Desperate for an anchor, she reaches forward with her free hand and her palm finds the center of the steering wheel, the horn honking loud and incessantly.
 âSteve? What the hell is that? Are you guys good? Do we need toââ
 âWeâre fine, weâre fine. Just the van is not moving so weâre toast, out of operation, no-go, stuck, over!â Steve shouts into the radio, a highly-annoyed edge to his tone. His fingers slam harder inside of her and curl, as if heâs literally digging her cum out of her.Â
 âMmmmmfuck, Steve!â She wails, voice still muffled by her palm.Â
 Using the hand holding the receiver, Steve knocks her hand away from the wheel and shushes her as Robinâs staticky voice sounds from the radio once again.Â
 âCanât you, I dunno, like, flag someone down and charge up the engine or someââ
 âYeah, yeah, weâre on it!â Steve yells into the receiver again before tossing it aside entirely, moving her hand away from her mouth just to replace it with his lips.Â
 He curses as his tongue swirls over hers, one hand massaging her breast, the other unceasing where his middle and forefinger thrust in and out of her cunt, his thumb rubbing sloppily over her clit. Her eyelids screw shut and all she can do is cant her hips against the heel of his palm and move her tongue along his. She moans and he moans back and it buzzes across her tongue and in her chest.Â
 âSteve, Steve,â she mewls and their mouths inch away, just enough for him to roll his forehead onto hers. He nudges his nose against hers and her eyelids flutter open, meeting his dark, bewitching gaze. âIâm so close.âÂ
 He hums again, nodding. âGood,â he replies, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just on the side of her nose. âWeâre a little crunched for time.â
 Steve brings her free hand to her mouth and she parts her lips, enough for him to get his middle and forefinger through. She hums around them and swirls her tongue, panting as he works a third finger into her pussy, applying just a little more pressure to her clit.Â
 Bucking her hips into his palm, she cries and tosses her head back onto his shoulder again, screwing her eyelids closed. Her tongue rolls mindlessly over Steveâs fingers and his mouth sucks bruises into the crook of her neck. His fingers curl and pump harder, quicker inside of her and his thumb rubs furiously at her aching clit and god, itâs just so much. She feels like a shattered mirror and all of her pieces are being plucked from the frame one by one until sheâs completely and utterly broken.Â
 Her legs feel numb and unlike her own, moving of their own accord. Sheâs a twitching, flailing mess in Steveâs lap and his fingers are her destruction, unraveling her until sheâs completely undone.Â
 âCome on, pretty girl,â he growls beside her ear, voice dripping with honey-like seduction. âCome on, pretty girl. About to come?â
 She nods vigorously, new tears tracing back over the trails old streams left. She feels it, that tight knot at the pit of her belly trembling, unwinding at a rapid pace.Â
 âSteve!â She moans around his fingers before he slips them out so she can turn her face into his, drawing his lips in for a kiss.Â
 His mouth is a crescent against hers and her eyes open as much as her heavy lids will allow her. She finds heâs already staring, his eyes so dark, she canât even tell where his irises end and pupils begin. His gaze draws her in, calling her like a siren and she a sailor.Â
 âComing?â Steve asks, dipping his chin to nudge her nose with his again.Â
 The knot at the pit of her stomach is on the cusp of bursting and she nods, leaning back in for another kiss.Â
 âCome on, baby,â he encourages against her mouth, kissing her again and again and again. âWant it all down my arm.â
 She feels her orgasm all the way down in her toes, rolling like a wave all the way up her legs, washing over her hips, belly, cunt. Her chest burns and throat feels raw from screaming as she unravels, her vision white, same as the hot bliss spurting out of her, all along Steveâs forearm.Â
 âFuuuuck,â Steve drawls with a sound of disbelief. âYouâre squirting, babe.â
 She canât even find it within herself in her current state to feel shame. All she can focus on is Steve and his fingers and his mouth and his voice and how good heâs made her feel. Her orgasm feels like itâs lasted forever, as if hours have passed before she finally comes to enough to open her eyes.Â
 Her vision is watercolor and she blinks the blurriness away. The setting sun shines down in orange rays over them and the steering wheel in front of her glistens with liquid, and then and only then does mortification seep into her cheeks, warming her face.Â
 âJesus,â she murmurs, covering her face with either of her hands.Â
 Steve laughs beside her and it only further warms her cheeks, heart thrumming with humiliation.Â
 âSteve,â she whines and he laughs again, locking his fingers around her wrists to pry her hands away from her face. With some struggle, he finally manages to and she feels his nose against her jaw, his lips pressing warm, reassuring kisses there.Â
 âYouâre cute when youâre shy,â he says with a chuckle. âBut I donât think you understand how fuckinâ beautiful that was.â
 She laughs, more at herself than at his remark. âItâs weird.â
 He rolls his eyes, his kisses trailing back up her jaw to her cheek. âItâs notââ
 âHelllooooo, Earth to Planet Steven, over!â
 The radio receiver in the passengerâs seat crackles with life and Steve sighs, dropping his mouth back to her shoulder, pressing a kiss there.Â
 âDuty calls,â she says and Steve laughs drily into her skin.Â
 âLater..,â he murmurs before lifting his face, carding his fingers through her hair as their gazes lock again. ââŠIâll show you how beautiful you look when you come all over me like that.â
a/n: i have no idea how iâve gone so long without writing for steve đ iâve been in such a slump lately because of college BUT thankfully after watching season 5 part one, i got a little inspo so i hope you all enjoy (even though itâs far my best work đ„Č)
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could you maybe write about ron and the reader who is theo nott's sister and also a slytherin?
The Wrong Side of the Castle
(Ron Weasley x Slytherin Nott! Reader)
Being a Nott came with certain expectations. Quiet composure. Clean robes. The ability to size someone up before they ever opened their mouth. And, apparently, a lifelong obligation to ignore anyone wearing scarlet and gold.
Theo handled it effortlessly. He could glide down a corridor with that icy Slytherin look, chin tilted, expression unreadable. I⊠couldnât. I didnât have the gift of coldness. Or silence. Or pretending I didnât feel things.
Which was exactly why Ron Weasley was becoming a problem. He was tall: really tall, like, taller than his tall twin brothers; I guessed he was about six-foot-four or five. With his freckle complexion and thick eyelashes and red lips, he wasnât supposed to look at me the way he did â curious, unsure, like he was trying to figure out how a Slytherin could blush as easily as a Hufflepuff. And he certainly wasnât supposed to smile at me.
I first noticed it in Charms. Flitwick had paired us together after Seamus accidentally exploded a cushion and filled the room with feathers. I was brushing them out of my hair when Ron glanced over, cheeks tinged pink, and offered me one of his lopsided, clumsy smiles.
âYouâve got, uh ââ he said, pointing vaguely at my head.
âEverywhere?â I guessed.
He laughed, warm and startled. âYeah.â
And that was it. That stupid, soft laugh. It lingered. I felt it hours later when Theo asked why I was smiling at my parchment like an idiot. I lied. Obviously.
I told myself it was nothing â just a moment, a spark. Gryffindors had sparks all the time; they practically combusted on a daily basis. But sparks werenât supposed to follow me down corridors. They werenât supposed to flare every time Ron asked if he could borrow my notes or sit beside me before anyone else claimed the seat.
Slytherins noticed. Slytherins always noticed.
âWhyâs Weasley talking to you?â Daphne asked one afternoon, twirling her quill.
âNo idea.â
âLooks like he wants to.â
I nearly snapped the quill in my hand. I couldnât think about that. Not with Theo nearby, shooting Ron that wary sideways glare he reserved for anyone who got too close to me. Weasley wasnât scared of Theo; that was the problem.
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It all got worse â or better, depending on who you asked â the evening the library was nearly empty. I was tucked between two tall shelves, flipping through an ancient Arithmancy journal when a voice behind me said, soft and unsure:
âAre you⊠hiding?â a concerned voice asked. I almost jumped out of my skin. Ronâs grin was immediate. âSorry. Didnât mean to scare you.â
âYou didnât â I was⊠shivering. Itâs cold.â
He raised an eyebrow. âRight.â
Heat crept up my neck. âWhat are you doing over here?â
âLooking for you.â Then, quickly: âI mean â not looking looking, just â you werenât in your usual seat, so I wondered if youâd quit studying⊠or died. Or something.â
I laughed before I could stop myself. âVery thoughtful.â
He rubbed the back of his neck, ears blazing red. âIâm not great at this.â
âAt what?â
He hesitated. I felt the entire castle shift like something dangerous and delicate hovered right there, between us.
âAt⊠talking to you,â he said at last. âBecause youâre â well. Youâre not supposed to be someone I talk to.â My throat went tight. There it was. The truth neither of us ever said out loud.
âYouâre not supposed to talk to me either,â I whispered.
Ron nodded, thoughtful. âYeah. I sâpose weâre both breaking rules, then.â
Rules. The unwritten ones. Slytherins stay with Slytherins. Weasleys avoid anything with a serpent stitched to their robes. And Notts? Notts certainly donât let Gryffindors make them laugh in the library.
I shut the book in my hands just to ground myself.
Ronâs eyes flicked to it â then back to my face. âDoes Theo know youâre here?â he asked carefully.
âNo.â It felt like a confession; like I had just admitted something outrageous.
Ron swallowed. âHeâd have a fit.â
âYes,â I said, âhe would.â Silence. Thick. Charged. The kind that made my heart pound.
Ron leaned against the shelf beside me, hands in his pockets, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his robes. Not touching â never touching â but the space between us felt thin, fragile.
âDo you want me toâŠstop?â he asked quietly.
âStop what?â
âTalking to you. Sitting with you. Being⊠around.â He looked down. âIf it makes things harder, Iâll back off.â
It was the last thing I wanted. But I couldnât say that. I couldnât admit that I replayed our conversations in my head, that his stupid bashful grins made my stomach twist, that I looked for him in every room before I looked for anyone else.
âWeasleyâŠâ I whispered.
He huffed a soft laugh. âSee? Even the way you say my name sounds like youâre trying not to get caught.â
âI am trying not to get caught, idiot.â I said, heat rising in my cheeks. âTheo would lose it. The entire house would. They already think Iâmââ
I cut myself off. Too much. Too honest.
Ronâs voice gentled. âThink youâre what?â
I shook my head, then, âSoft. They think Iâm soft.â
He watched me for a long moment â and I hated how well he could read me already. âYou know,â he said, voice low, âI donât care what anyone thinks. I literally had a rat for five years that ended up being a grown man: I do embarrassed pretty well.â
I laughed into my hands and he tousled his hair nervously, looking down happily, as though making me laugh was like winning the lottery.
My pulse stuttered as I looked at his long eyelashes and spattering of freckles; his lazy smile and his half-undone tie. I pressed my back against my chair just to feel something solid.
âYouâre making this difficult,â I said.
âYeah,â he murmured, âyouâre making it difficult for me too.â
The world stopped. The library, the shelves, the rules, the houses, the families â they all fell away.
For one dangerous moment, I let myself imagine closing the distance. Letting him hold my face with those warm, clumsy hands. Letting myself want him the way I wasnât allowed to.
But he pulled himself off the shelf and stepped back Ron Weasley, of all people, backed off for me. It didnât feel like rejection or distancing: it felt like respect.
His voice was barely audible. âIf this is a bad idea⊠tell me, and Iâll stop.â
âIt is a bad idea,â I breathed. âBut I donât want to stop seeing you aroundâ even accidentally.â
Ron swallowed hard. His smile was small, fragile, like he didnât quite believe he was allowed to feel it.
âAlright,â he said softly. âAlright.â
Before I could say anything else, the echo of footsteps drifted down the aisle â familiar, sharp, purposeful. Theo.
Ronâs eyes widened. I grabbed his large hand without thinking, panic flashing through me. âGo,â I whispered. âNow.â
He hesitated â like leaving me was the last thing he wanted to do â then slipped away between the shelves.
Theo rounded the corner a heartbeat later.
âWho were you talking to?â he probed, his Italian accent thick: I was always grateful that mine disappeared as soon as we moved to the UK, but Theoâs clung on strong, like smoke to hair. He seemed to flaunt it, like a badge of European indifference and uniqueness.
âNo one,â I lied, pulse still racing.
Theo studied me. âYou look flushed.â
âI was reading.â
âMm.â He was suspicious. Too suspicious.
As he escorted me out of the library, I glanced back â just once â at the empty shelf where Ron had stood moments before.
My chest tightened. Forbidden. Complicated. Wrong.
I hoped Ron Weasley wouldnât listen when I told him it was a bad idea.
summary: ron gets jealous and decides to finds out how good his enemy feels, his enemy who'd dating his big brother...
warnings: guys i reall wasn't holding back, just so you know. mean and dom ron and flirty/cocky fred, hateful sex, cheating (reader cheats on fred) cockwarming, chocking, reader is called slut and whore, reader is from slytherin, spanking, ass fingering,...
a/n: i'm thinking part 2 where ypu have a threesome, as an apology to my fred girlies who cheated on fred rnđ forgive me my babiesđ
pt.2
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Ron would have never thought that he'll ever see his enemy so often, but after you, the slytherin princess, started dating his big brother, Fred, you were basically living with him! He saw you every morning, every afternoon, every night at HIS house! He thought he would enjoy his holiday but obviously he was very wrong. You and Fred actually clicked pretty quickly which was surprising since gryffindors and slytherins hated each other. Surprisingly you clicked with every other Weasley, except Ron...
But this night was different, Ron was pissed twice as much as normally because of whatever reason, but when he saw you sitting on Fred's lap on the couch with a blanket covering both of your laps, he knew something was off because you were surprisingly quiet when he entered the room. Whenever he entered the room, he heard some mean comment from you like "if brains were galleons, youâd still be too poor to buy a butterbeer" or "youâre like a broken broomstickâcompletely useless and destined to crash" but this night? this night it was quiet.
When his eyes fell on you, he saw how your face was buried in Fred's neck, your arms around his neck too, Fred's arms tightly around you while he kept talking to his twin brother, George. To everyone else it seemed like you were just resting, cuddling with your boyfriend while being very tired... but Ron hated you so much that he actually knew you better than anyone. He spent so much time looking at you, talking to you, insulting you, etc that he immediately noticed the small scrunch of your brows and how your hips just slightly shifted... But he needed some time to thought about it. This was until his eyes fell on Fred- he immediately smirked at his little brother, made porn-like face and buckled his hips up which coasted you to grip tight on his t-shirt.
It was like a little war between them, they communicated with their eyes. Fred was like "yea i'm having my cock buried deep inside my little girls pretty, tight, warm pussy and it feels fucking good, jealous much?" while Ron was more like "are you fucking serious?! right next to George? with our parents in the kitchen?!"
The thought and look of his brother cock-warming you was enough to make him shiver but when you lightly lift your head and looked at Ron through your half-opened needy eyes... his cock throbbed in his pants. It literally cried for attention, your attention.
But he just rolled his eyes as Fred and walked to the kitchen with his hand inconspicuously grabbing and adjusting his cock through his pants.
Around 2 am while everybody was sleeping, Ron was still in his room wide awake, with his cock twitching and throbbing and pre-cum leaking, thinking about the look you gave him. The more he imagined it in his head, the more his hips were buckling up against nothing. He imagined you down on your knees, right under him, the tip of his cock slowly tracing your pretty pink lips- or you bended over his knee while he would spank your pretty bubbly ass for being such a bitch to him- or your legs spread over his shoulders while he was fucking you so deep that you whined like a little bitch in heat...
The thought of you submitting to him, him having the control over you, giving you the payback you deserved after all these years of your mean but smart comments. Just the thought was enough to get him going.
Within seconds he (quietly) stormed into Fred's room, you of course so peacefully lying on the bed with him, one leg over the blanket which showed your pretty panties- that soft lace and little bow, that wine color hugging your hips so nicely...
He harshly grabbed your hand and pressed his palm over your mouth. Your wide, shocked eyes made his cock painfully hard and he couldn't take it anymore, he NEEDED you like immediately!
He pulled you out of the bed, making you stumble as he dragged you to his own room. You were so obedient, you maybe had sharp tongue but he always knew what a pussy you actually were. Your eyes were always submissive and... eyes don't lie.
He locked the door of his room so you can't escape him, pushed you on the bed and harshly grabbed your neck. His thumb softly pressed against your pulse point and he could actually feels how excited you were, What a slut.
"Fucking my brother in front of me? Fucking my brother on the sofa? You're such a fucking slut" He spitted while his eyes wondered up and down your body.
Your perky little tits pressing against his brother's shirt, your little panties already soaking wet, your legs naturally spreading for him so he could press his hard cock against you and finally get some relief he so desperately needed. When he saw you so spread and wet under him, with those fucking eyes looking at him- he wanted to destroy you, he wanted to destroy the prettiest little thing her ever saw which was you and your needy cunt.
"Look at you.. you're dating my brother but your panties are soaking wet because of me. Whore." He said harshly while his hips pressed against your warm, pulsing core. His thumb surprisingly softly caressed your lower lip where he put little pressure. "Open"
You were too stunned to speak but... you liked it, no you fucking loved it. Without really hesitating your lips slowly parted open. "Open up more and stick your tongue out, precious" He said firmly with his fingers lightly tightening around your neck.
When he saw your pretty cherry lips, your tongue and warm mouth opened just for him, his cock twitched and he knew he won't be able to hold back for much longer. He smirked and whispered something under his breath, probably what a slut you are, he seemed to like calling you like that, after you were his enemy, he hated your guts... right. He leaned closer while gathering his saliva in his mouth. He harshly lifted your head from his soft sheets and spitted into your mouth. He watched how the saliva slowly flowed down your tongue to your throat, making a warm spread in his belly.
"Now be a good girl and swallow." He said with a proud smirk spreading over his lips. You swallowed and it was actually his last straw.
He pulled you by your neck up to sit on the edge of his bed before he grabbed Fred's shirt and took it of. "I never wanna see that on your body again or I'm gonna tell Fred what a pretty bitch you're, understood?" Ron said firmly while he tossed Fred's shirt as far away as he could. When he saw you how you nodded your head, he scoffed and shook his own.
"No no no doll, I need to hear it, you have to speak" He said, almost like a warning because his eyes seemed dangerously serious.
"Yes, I understand..." You whispered softly while looking up at him with the sweetest eyes. He groaned when he saw the look in your eyes and his hips slowly rubbed against you.
"Yes who?" He asked, once again it was almost like a warning to not to disobedient him or it's gonna be bad. You almost felt stupid, you were always such a good girl but now you were forgetting the most basic rules... you felt ashamed, even more because the man who was about to fuck you, the man who held so much power over you all the fucking time was Ron Weasley. Ron wasn't just Harry Potter's sidekick, he was actually star in Hogwarts quadditch, just like Cedric. Also he changed through the years, from such cute ginger scared boy to the tall, strong, intimidating guy. You can't disobey him...
"Yes sir.." You said softly but also firmly and loud enough so he heard you crystal clear, so you don't disappoint him. He caught that and gave you a little stroke on your cheek with his thumb. "See? you can be a good girl... but you're still a fucking whore for cheating on your boyfriend." He replied while his big warm palms pushed you on the bed again. the impact making your little tits bounce a bit.
His palms moved over your deep collarbones to the soft flesh. Your lips let out the sweetest whimper which almost made him cream his pants.
Ron growled before grabbing your hips and turning you on your belly. "Head down, ass up, arms in front of you" He said on low tone as he helped you on your knees, stretching your arms above your head, pressing your face down to his sheets, arching your back, lifting your ass with his palms all over you.
His knee pushed your legs apart, his hard cock pressed onto your ass when he leaned down and very firmly said. "You're mine now, whenever I tell you- you will come and do your fucking job. You're just a sex toy, just a slut so whenever I want, I'll use you and you'll listen. If not-..."
"I'll listen!! I'll listen, I promise... I'm a good girl, I know I'm a slut but-.. but I'm a good girl too!" You cut him off in mid-sentence because you were so so eager to prove him that you're a good girl...
He was so proud at you. Warm, deep chuckled escaped his throat when his hand softly patted your hip. "Yea.. good, that's good. Keep acting like this and I'll maybe stop calling you a slut." He mumbled while his eyes were glued to your spread cunt and ass that were still covered with your panties. There were already so wet just for him. His thumb softly brushed along your clothed cunt.
Your whimpers and moans were the death of him. His eyes darkened before he grabbed your panties and ripped them apart. He watched your needy cunt, clenching around nothing- you needed him so bad, he couldn't wait anymore. Obviously he did this only because you were like a bitch in heat, you needed him. His palm harshly slapped your pretty smooth flesh, making a loud sound which made you yelp and it send a shiver down your spine. It was the adrenaline you had with Fred when he cock-warmed you in the middle of the living room, the adrenaline of getting caught...
He cursed under his breath while he pulled down his boxers. His cock was so big and so hard, leaked with pre-cum, throbbing and twitching every minute at the sight of your little cunt. He stroked himself few times before he softly traced the folds of your cunt with his leaking tip. You whimpered and lightly moved your ass back, towards his cock but Ron only chuckled and grabbed your ass to stop you.
"No, don't be greedy. You need to realize that sluts don't get what they want, good girls yes but sluts needs to wait." He growled when his palm slapped your ass even harder than before. It wasn't a punishment, it was a warning. You quickly nodded your head. "I'm sorry, I'l- I'll be good..." You whimpered while your buried your nose into his sheets, breathing in his scent, the scent of orange candles, christmas cookies, freshly mown grass, new parchment and spearmint.
He continued tracing your entrance with his cock while he watched you smelling his sheet. Made him feel good, something warm spread through his strong chest... But he couldn't take it anymore.
Without a warning he buried his big cock deep into your cunt, making you moan loudly. He gave you just few seconds to adjust yourself to him before he grabbed your hips so harshly, that he knew you'll have bruises tomorrow, and started pushing his cock deep deep down, hitting the sweet spot.
He watched how you spread on his cock- your brows knitted, your mouth opened while with every push he made you moan. You were perfect slut, moaning mess, only for him, not even his brother could make you feel this good, you never moaned so badly with Fred and Ron knew because he sometimes listened when Fred fucked you. You were made for him, you were made for Ron and Ron only, and he'd mark you no matter if Fred sees it or not.
His hand slapped your ass for the third time even more harshly than the two times before, making a red mark of his hand on your pretty soft ass. The more he stared at your ass, at the forming bruises on your ass and hips- the more he felt the need to slap you again just so he can mark your whole body.
You were beautiful, such a nice little thing.. so he had the urge, primal need to destroy something so beautiful.
You could feel how your ass was on fire, this stinging pain was spreading from your hips down making your legs shake, but it was the best feeling. It made you clench your warm tight, walls around his big cock. He filled you up nicely.
But while you were focusing on the pain, Ron had his eyes on your ass and before thinking twice, he moved his thumb and lightly traced your butt hole, making your eyes open wide and spread a scared shiver through your whole body. It was unexpected but not unwelcomed, your both holes being filled up by him was making you clench hard around him. And he felt it.
"Tsk, you want that yea? Disgusting slut- fuck." He said before he pushed his thumb inside of your butt hole, all the way up to his joint.
It was too much on you, you turned out into a whiny, pathetic, moaning mess. Your mouth opened, moans spilling out just like a bit of saliva, you were drooling. You were just literally filled so your body was slowly giving up. You and even Ron knew that you'll be done soon.. and that you'll have troubles walking tomorrow.
Ron speed up his pace and growled when he could feel him reaching his own edge. He hit the sweet spot few more times before you felt the knot in your belly releasing into the sweetest pleasure that spread all over your body.
You let your orgasm completely take over your mind and body while Ron was smirking at you way how you spread over his cock.
Before he could cum into you, he pulled out and squirted all his cum all over your back and ass. When he was slowly calming down, he fell right next to you, his chest quickly lifting up and down. He turned himself at you, looking at your used body and fucked out face that made you look just like a porn star, his porn star.
He slightly softened and reached over, his thumb softly caressing your cheek, you were actually the most beautiful little thing.
"Good girl..." He whispered softly, proudly. he was proud at you, he called you a good girl- it made you so incredibly happy. You smiled at him, warm innocent smile on that pretty pink lips just because he used two words. It was... cute. You reached over and hugged him, well you just let your tired body lay on top of him, your lips kissing his cheek.
This made him see you in totally different light and he... he kinda liked this.. cute you.
pairing: shy!virgin!eddie munson x virgin!reader x best friend!steve harrington
summary: Steve, Eddie, and y/n have been friends for years. Sexual tension has grown throughout their times together, yet none of them would act on it. Steve knew he could get them together, but it was hard. After an unexpectedly weird night at a frat party, Steve decided to pressure the both â In a best friend way, of course.
warnings: long love story, jealousy, lgbtq+ (reader gay asf), intoxicated, anger, pressure, virgin sex, riding, missionary, rough sex, slight threesome, breeding, a lot of moaning, chocking, manhandling, etc
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âAre you guys going to party tonight?â Y/n asked both Steve and Eddie as she sat down at their cafeteria table. âYou know I am, but I donât know about Munson here,â Steve said. Eddie has never been a party person, especially before becoming friends with Steve and y/n.
âCâmon, Eddie, just try it out! Maybe youâll like it,â y/n said as she smiled at her friend. âI donât know,â Eddie said, a little shaky that y/n was asking him to go out tonight. Theyâve been friends forever, but he still feels nervous when she comes around.
âCâmon, Munson, youâll like it. I know you will,â Steve teased, knowing Eddieâs stomach was twisting and turning because of their friend. âShut up,â Eddie slightly whispered, confusing y/n, but she shook it off and ate a few of her grapes.Â
âHey, y/n!â Jane, a situationship said as she came up to the table, now standing next to y/n. Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed slow. He dislikes Jane. Why? Because sheâs always trying to get with y/n every time Eddie feels like he has y/n under his fingers.
Honestly, Eddie hated anyone who had an interest in y/n. Why would he like them? He wanted her to be his, not someone else.
Steve notices Eddieâs mannerism when Jane comes around. His mood always changes. Either he stays quiet most of the time, or he tries to get overly flirty. Steve always manages to keep his laugh in no matter how cringeworthy Eddie looks.
âOh, hey!â Y/n said with a bright smile on her face as she leaned in to hug Jane. Eddieâs blood instantly boiled. He hated how she responded. He hated that she responded at all.
âYou know what? Iâll go to the party just for you, princess,â Eddie said with a slight smile. âAre you serious? Thank you!â Y/n said, sounding happy as ever. Steve just knew the two would be an amazing couple if they were to get together.
âCould you come with me for a second, please? Need to show you some things,â Jane whispered into y/nâs ear, but loud enough for the boys to hear. It wasnât hard to see how much Eddie despised her presence, but of course, she wanted to seem oblivious of it.
âIâll be right back,â y/n said as she got up and ran off with Jane. Steve and Eddie already knew what they were going to do, which killed Eddieâs mood completely. Why could she never see him like she sees Jane?
âDonât beat yourself up. Maybe if youâd made a move, sheâd be all over you and not her,â Steve said, making Eddie roll his eyes, but the two knew Steve was right. Y/n is very accepting.
âY/n probably isnât even a virgin, and I am, sooo I wouldnât even know what the hell to do with her,â Eddie said, embarrassed that Jane could probably do her better than he could. âHow about you just wing it, dude. She wouldnât judge, and you know that,â
âDid you see what she had on? That skimpy ass skirtâŠâ Eddie angrily said, getting off track like y/n was his girlfriend. He hates the way she dresses because he knows sheâs not taken. Anyone could have a chance.
âYeah, but maybe sheâs wearing it for you,â Steve said, trying to lighten Eddieâs mood. âYou never know, Munson. I keep telling you all the time she seems nervous around you, but donât believe me if you want to,â Steve said.Â
âWhatever,â Eddie groaned, thinking about how good y/n looks every day, even on her so-called bad days. If there was a chance y/n dressed the way she did for him, heâd go crazy. Heâs even going crazy right now.
Eddie could feel himself grow hard in his pants. It always came unexpectedly. Itâs like he almost rips through his jeans at the thought of y/n wanting her in any way.
âIâll be right back,â Eddie said as he got up to go to the bathroom. Steve laughed out loud, knowing exactly what was going on. It always annoyed Steve how he couldnât just fix his problems with Eddie.
âAlright, I think itâs time to go,â Steve said as he started pulling y/n away from Jane, who was trying to give y/n another cup of frat juice.
He had seen Jane talking to a few frat boys before the party, and those same frat boys wouldnât stop looking at y/n throughout the night. Jane continuously rushed y/n to drink one drink after another, yet she had nothing.
âWhatâs wrong?â The drunk young lady asked as she turned towards Steve. She could see the look on her face. Something was up, but she didnât know what.
âHey- Iâll catch up with you tomorrow,â y/n said as she turned back to Jane, knowing that if Steve is freaked out this much, she should listen.
âWhy? I thought we were gonna, you know, have some fun,â Jane said. âIâd love to, but we can always meet tomorrow,â y/n suggested, trying not to sound rude to her. She hated having to leave, but she trusted Steve.
âI canceled on girls tonight just for you, y/n! What the hell is going on?â Jane asked, growing upset as she looked at Steve. The anger quickly grew on Janeâs face.
âNothing, itâs just- I have homework and itâs pretty late,â y/n lied, making Jane laugh in disappointment. She knew she was lying. Y/n had always been a terrible liar.
âDonât tell me youâre going home with Steve? Steve Harrington! You know, all he wants is to fuck, right? Youâre a virgin, y/n. Donât do that to yourself.â
Y/nâs heart dropped at Janeâs words. She told Jane not to tell anyone about her sex life. Y/n being a virgin is the whole reason why she messes around with Jane. She didnât know how she would feel about taking a real dick⊠She thought a strap-on would be enough.
âYouâre an asshole,â y/n said as her eyes began to tear up. The upset girl turned around and walked away, pulling Steve and Eddie with her so that they could take her home or anywhere other than here.
As the three friends arrived at Eddieâs house, Eddie hung up his jacket and went into his room to give y/n a change of clothes, like he always does after she comes to his house after a party.Â
âYou good?â Eddie asked as he handed y/n a T-shirt and shorts. âYeah,â y/n replied low and plain as she got up from his couch, grabbed his clothes, and went to Eddieâs bathroom to change.Â
âNow you know!â Steve said as soon as Eddie's door closed. Sadly, Jane put y/n on the spot like because whatever she was planning failed, but at the same time, it was good news for Eddie. Now he shouldnât feel ashamed. He could slip right into y/n's pants.Â
âNo, no, sheâs in a bad mood,â Eddie said as he flopped down on his couch. âYou canât hide that forever, Munson,â Steve said, eyes locked in the older boy's bulge.
âFuck off, would ya?â Eddie said as he rolled his eyes and placed a pillow on his lap to hide it before y/n came back out. The last thing he wants is for y/n to think heâs a pervert.
âThe shorts are too big!â y/n whined in anger as she came out of the bathroom. It was silent for a few seconds after y/n entered the living room. Eddie's T-shirt covered her upper body but not so much her lower.
âUhm- I donât have anything else right now. Theyâre all being washed in my uncle's trailer,â Eddie said, surprisingly breaking the silence first with that sight in front of him.
Usually, Steve is the first to speak up about almost anything, but he was too lost at the sight of his best friend in nothing but a shirt that fit her perfectly. For the first time in a while, Eddie isnât the only one hard.
âItâs fine! Weâre all best friends here anyway,â Steve said as he patted the spot between him and Eddie. He made space for her right next to both of them on purpose. Heâs tired of waiting for Eddie to make the first move.Â
Y/n sighed as she placed Eddieâs shorts on a table in front of the couch, then sat down.Â
âSo â About earlierâŠâ Steve said, making y/n cross her arms and lean back on the couch. âWhat about earlier?â Y/n asked with an attitude because itâs clear that she doesnât want to speak about it.
âItâs obvious that youâre bothered by what Jane said, and Iâm just here to tell you that itâs fine being a virgin at this age. Hell- Eddieâs almost in his mid-20s and a virgin,â
âDude!â Eddie shouted as he leaned back on the couch to cover his face in embarrassment. âWhat!?â Steve dragged, but Eddie knew exactly what he was doing.Â
âOh- I didnât know that,â y/n said, feeling her heart calm down a bit. âWell, I feel a little better about myself,â she added. âWhy are you still a virgin? You have sex with women â Why not a man?â Steve asked, getting straight to the point.
âCâmon, dude, itâs probably personal,â Eddie said. âNo, no, itâs fine- You guys are my best friends â I feel comfortable enough to tell and do anything with you guys,â y/n said, making Steve shoot a smile at Eddie when y/n wasnât looking.Â
âWe all know how men are. Especially here in Hawkins, and I donât want that. Having sex with a woman is just different to me,â y/n explained.Â
âAll the men here are either taken, assholes, or my best friend,â y/n said, not thinking much of it, but made Steve and Eddie break their necks to look at her. They couldnât believe what she had said.
âWhat?â Steve asked. âBasically, Iâd do you guys, but I became friends with yâall before anything else. Doing anything sexual with people you became friends with isnât normal, I guess,â explained.
Eddie's heart started racing at y/nâs words. Itâs like his dream was coming true. Steve was right.
âAnyways- Letâs just watch a movie,â y/n said as she got up to get the remote from the table in front of them. As she bent over, her shirt slightly came up, allowing Steve and Eddie to see her thin and small panties.Â
Eddie groaned low at the sight of how small they were. Theyâre so small that anyone could see her lips trying their best not to slip out.Â
âI bet you came just by that, huh?â Steve whispered with a smile as he shifted in his own pants, trying not to cum by the sight he just saw. He felt just like Eddie at the moment.
âHuh?â Y/n asked as she sat back down. âNothing!â Eddie shouted in surprise, making Steve slap his hand over his face. God, Eddie was hard to deal with. Heâs like a child.
âMhmkayâŠâ y/n dragged as she turned on the TV to search for a movie to watch for the night. Eddie couldnât keep his mind off how close he was to seeing y/n's bare pussy.Â
âDonât tell me you guys are turned on by a pair of tits on TV!â Y/n started clowning the two as they shifted on the couch, thinking it wouldnât be noticeable, but it was.Â
âOh, shut up! I bet you get wet at the sight of a dude in a tight shirt, you virgin,â Steve teased, making y/n slap his shoulder playfully.Â
âYouâre an asshole,â y/n said, trying to act like she was hurt by his words. âOh, Iâm an asshole?â Steve asked as he turned towards his best friend. âYes!â Y/n shouted, knowing what was coming.Â
âOh yeah?â Steve asked right as he hovered over y/n and began tickling her. âSteve!â Y/n shouted as she tried pushing Steve off. âEddie, help!â Y/n whined, making Eddie laugh. He just sat back and watched.Â
At first, Eddie was watching how cute y/n looked when she laughed, but then his gaze went down to her lower body, watching his shirt on her body rise up unit her panties were exposed. Theyâre so much smaller than he thought.Â
âThis is unfair!â Y/n laughed as she lifted her hips up, trying to get from under Steve, but quickly stopped when she noticed something poking her.
Steve kept pushing up against y/n with a smirk until she finally noticed. He was doing this on purpose. It was what he wanted.Â
âS-Steve,â y/n said, not knowing what else to say at the moment. âYeah?â Steve asked, keeping that smirk on his face. âSteve, youâre- Steve,â y/n choked on her words as she felt him press up against her harder than before.
âWhatâs wrong, y/n? Something bothering you?â Steve asked like he didnât know what was going on as he pushed his bulge up against y/nâs heat some more. This time, she moaned at the pressure on her bud.
âS-Steve, stop it,â y/n hesitates to say. âWhy? Is something wrong?â Harrington asked again, wanting her to say it. He wanted to hear her say he was making her feel some type of way.
âY-Your hard,â she finally let out. âOh, Iâm sorry, princess,â Steve chuckled as he sat back up and sat next to her like nothing had happened.
âCâmon, guys â Donât ruin the moment, man,â Steve said. âWe didnât mess the moment up, dude, you did,â Eddie said. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm spicing things up so you can finally slip your virgin dick in her, Jesus Christ!â Steve shouted, annoyed that both of them were too scared to make the first move.Â
âCâmon, y/n, do something! Heâs hard. Youâre wet- And donât lie! â I felt you up against my crotch,â Steve didnât spare her. The only way Steve thought would make them break the sexual tension was to make them uncomfortable. That was the only move left.
Currently, they both feel uncomfortable, but theyâre not mad at Steve. Theyâre actually thanking Steve deep inside and waiting for one of them to make the first move. Of course, everyone knows by now, none of them will.
âGod, Iâm done,â Steve said as he got up from the couch and kneeled in front of y/nâs legs. âYou guys piss me off so much, itâs unbelievable,â Steve groaned in anger as she opened his best friend's legs.Â
âWait, Steve,â y/n said, yet didnât move. âShut it! Iâm helping you out for God's sake!â Within seconds, Steve ripped y/nâs sad excuse of underwear off, causing her to gasp in shock.
âLook how fucking soaked you are. Sheâs begging for some kind of affection, Eddie,â Steve said as he held his hand out towards y/nâs cunt. She looked a mess, and he loved it.
âVirgins get so fucking wet â This is perfect,â Steve said in a voice Scotlyn had never heard before. The man wasted no time sticking a finger in her entrance which causing her to moan and lean back.Â
âSteve,â y/n now whined, causing a chuckle to come from Steveâs mouth. He sounded and looked evil between y/nâs legs. For some reason, she loved it.
âJust getting you ready for Munson,â Steve said as he pulled his finger out of her. Steve licked his himself before moving in front of Eddie.Â
The young man unbuckled the older manâs pants. Surprisingly, Eddie stayed surprised and shocked as Steve pulled Eddieâs pants and boxers down at the same time, allowing his cock to jump out.
âHoly shit- Youâre killing it, Munson,â Steve joked at the sight of Eddie cock. He had already come earlier at the sight of y/nâs pussy when she bent over, yet his balls were still blue.
âNow that you guys are ready, Iâll let you guys continue on your own,â Steve said, now sitting back in front of them both, hoping one of them would make a move. Heâs done all he could that doesnât involve Steve fucking y/n before Eddie can.
Y/n took a deep breath, then slowly made her way on top of Eddie, shocking them all. Eddie looked everywhere but into y/nâs eyes, which bothered Steve, but at least theyâre getting ready to do anything but not touch each other.
âAre you fine with this?â Y/n asked since Eddie hadnât looked at her. âOf course- I-I mean, yes,â Eddie rephrased, making y/n slightly giggle. Sheâs always loved how shy and awkward Eddie was. Thatâs what made Eddie.
Y/n took another deep breath as she rubbed Eddieâs cock up and down the slit of her cunt to prepare both of them.Â
Eddie let out a pathetic, low moan, causing y/nâs heart to beat faster than before. Steve shook his head in embarrassment for the two. Virgins⊠That was all Steve could think.Â
Y/n eventually slipped Eddieâs tip into her entrance and sat down until he was deep inside of her. Both of them let out a moan as they grabbed each other tightly.
âNow bounce, princess â I wanna see the view.â Steve didnât hold back how much he needed to see the two fuck. Y/n did as told and slowly started bouncing. âPick it up,â Steve said, giving her a slap on the ass.
Y/n listened after letting out a small yelp and bounced faster. âYou heard that, Munson? Sounds like heaven to me,â Steve said, talking about the sound y/nâs pussy made from how wet she was.
âMhmm,â Eddie whined as he tilted his head back for a few seconds before finally looking into y/nâs eyes. Y/n struggled to keep eye contact, so Eddie gripped her neck softly, but tight enough to hold her in place, forcing her to look at her.Â
âDoes it feel good, baby?â Eddie asked. âY-Yes,â y/n stuttered as Eddie began thrusting up into her messy hole. âFuck yeah, it does,â Eddie said with a slight whine. He sounded pathetic, but in a good way.
âPussy drunk already, Munson?â Steve laughed as he helped y/n move faster by placing his hands on her ass and side, moving them until he liked the pace she was going.Â
âAgh fuck!â Eddie groaned out loud as he gripped y/nâs waist a bit too roughly. âT-Too much,â y/n moaned as she buried her face into the crook of Eddieâs neck, trying her best to keep quiet, but the feeling of him repeatedly slamming into her cunt was too much to keep in.
âI know, baby- Just keep it up,â Steve said as y/n kept slamming down onto Eddieâs thick and hard cock. âF-Fuck, youâre so wet, y/n,â Eddie groaned with a shake. He has never felt this good in his life.
âHoly shit, Munson- You came,â Steve said as he backed up, watching the cum run out of y/nâs pussy as she continued bouncing on Eddie. The mixture of her and Eddie looked amazing.
Usually, once Steve finishes, heâll shop, but Eddie? Eddie stopped, lifted y/n up just a little before slamming her down into the couch, before pushing himself back into her.Â
âEddie!â Y/n moaned as she placed her hands on Eddieâs lower stomach. âHoly shit!â Steve laughed, watching Eddie become pussy drunk in just one night, but Steve didnât laugh too much. He knew that once heâd have y/n too, heâd be the same way.
âYou made me wait so fucking long, y/n. You know how angry that makes me?â Eddie asked as his hips slammed harder into y/n, causing gasps and cracked whines to exit her mouth instead of moans.
âSo fucking long, but itâs fine, baby â A-At least I get to fuck you dumb now,â Eddie said as he grabbed y/nâs neck and leaned down towards her face. She looked amazing. If he werenât so jealous, she could model for some porno.
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous when youâre being fucked. I canât wait to see what a dick would look like in your slutty mouth!â Eddie spat before smashing his lips onto hers.Â
Steve's mouth dropped with a chuckle as he watched Eddieâs aggressive behavior. He also loved how y/n lay there and took it. It made him think he definitely had some time to get a load in tonight as well.
Watching them both kiss each other as they moan and rock into each other roughly was only hardening Steve more every second. He loved watching his best friends fuck. It might be his new favorite hobby.Â
If youâre comfortable judd fic where itâs the readerâs first time
This was actually the first smut Iâve ever written.. I hope itâs readable lmao
(I apologize in advance for the filth youâre about to read)
Tags: fem! Reader, itâs literally just porn with no plot, they just fuck lmfao, Judd has a big dick, đ, reader is a virgin, like her and Judd has never done anything but make out, please donât read if youâre uncomfortable with that kinda stuff (:
Authors note: ngl, Iâm a bit proud of myself for writing my first smut^^ hopefully Iâll get to write more in the future, itâs kinda fun,, I hope you also enjoy it! As Iâve done with the other Judd fics, Iâll recommend you read THIS first. Itâs not totally necessary for this one, but if you want more of a backstory you can read it
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Smut under the cut!
You were watching one of those early 2000s gory horror movies, where half the plot is just sex scenesÂ
And when the third pair of lovers decided to get it on, you couldnât help but steal glances at JuddÂ
He was looking at the screen with a blank face, eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance at the couple on the screenÂ
As if on cue, your hormone monstress, Connie, appeared, curling around you and urging you to reach out to Judd
He was quick to notice you staring, cocking an eyebrow at youÂ
âWhat. Too much for you?â He grunted, his deep voice a nice contrast to the shrill voice of the woman on screenÂ
You crossed your arms, sitting up on your knees and facing him directly. âShut up.âÂ
He grinned, eyes darting to were your arms were crossed, unintentionally pushing your chest up and letting Judd get a generous view of your cleavageÂ
âCâmere,â he muttered, beckoning you to sit between his legs on the bedÂ
You reluctantly agreed, throwing yourself down on his lap making him let out an âoomphâ sound, scowling at youÂ
âFucking asshole.â He growled, as you giggled, situating yourself in his lapÂ
âYou love it, fuckface.âÂ
He grunted in response, placing his hands on your hips and shifting you until you were pressed right up against his back, legs tangled with hisÂ
You curled into him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you continued to watch the movie
Connie had backed off a little, entertaining herself somewhere behind youÂ
It had barely been 5 minutes, when Judd began moving his hands, gently lifting up your shirt and letting his hands run over the soft skin of your waist and stomach (Unbeknownst to you, Maury was urging him on the same way Connie was with you)Â
You shivered from the touch, leaning further into himÂ
His cold hands grew bolder, tracing the waistline of your pants and running up over your braÂ
Your heartbeat quickened and your breath became slightly heavierÂ
The two of you had made out before and he had groped your tits on multiple occasions, but something about this felt differentÂ
More intimateÂ
You subconsciously arched into his touch and his fingers got rougher, pulling at your bra to get it off and you happily obeyed, much to Juddâs and both hormone monsterâs delight
You sat up, pulling away from him for a moment to pull off your shirtÂ
Judd groaned in excitement, immediately unhooking your bra and pulling it off, before moving you around so you were face to face and straddling himÂ
âSuch a pretty girl,â he mused, reaching for your boobsÂ
You breathed out heavily when he squeezed the mounds, thumbs gently rubbing over your nipples until they were perky and achingÂ
He bend forward, nosing up and down your neck before finding a place to bite downÂ
Your breath hitched and you whined quietly, leaning into himÂ
He grinned lowly, almost sinisterly as he licked up and down your neck, lathering it with bites and hickeysÂ
He lives in a v e r y sex positive household, and honestly doesnât give two shits if anyone were to see the marks he leaves on you
In fact, he makes sure to mark you up as much as possible in hopes that someone will see and get fucking jealousÂ
You shift your hips, accidentally pressing down on his dick just rightÂ
He growls and grabs your hips, repeating the motion harder each time, until his dick is fully hard and proudly tenting in his pantsÂ
At this point, Connie and Maury had backed off, just enjoying the show with smug faces
You let out a series of breathless âohâs every time he drags your clothed pussy over his bulge, the fabric of your panties dragging so, so nicely over your clitÂ
He parted from your neck, capturing your mouth with hisÂ
You couldnât help but moan sultrily into his mouth, as you tasted the Jack Daniels lingering on his tongueÂ
He squeezed your hips and licked into your mouth in slow, long strokesÂ
He pushed you backwards as he kissed you, laying you down on the bed hovering over you, slotting himself between your legsÂ
He parted from you, taking a moment to look down at you and admire the sight in front of himÂ
Lips swollen, eyes glazed over and chest heaving, he grinned at you smuglyÂ
âJ-Judd you prick, do something,â you breathed and his grin widened in a slightly sinister wayÂ
âMaybe I will. If you ask nicely, bitchâÂ
You whined his name as he began to play with your tits again, this time switching between licking and sucking on each of them, fingers gently trailing the waistband of your pants.Â
âPl-please!â You choked out, pathetically clutching the sheetsÂ
âPlease what?â He teased, releasing your breastsÂ
Your face burned hot in embarrassment, but the throbbing of your clit and the feeling of your soaked panties clinging to your cunt shattered what little pride you had leftÂ
Câmon baby, tell him! Tell him you want his dick! Connie urged you on from somewhere behind you
 âJudd, I-I need you.. please- I- just- please do something!â You wailed, wiggling your hips in emphasisÂ
âGood.â He grunted, popping the button on your pants. âDrop the fucking attitude and beg like a good girl,âÂ
You clenched around nothing at his words, and you felt an embarrassing amount of wetness spread in your underwearÂ
Judd could honestly say he was the happiest heâs ever been, as he peeled off your pants and wet underwearÂ
Breathing rigged when he saw your pretty little pussy, all swollen and twitchy from his teasing Â
His jaw clenched and he let out a heavy breath through his teeth, teetering on the edge of self control as he fought the urge to bury himself in you right away, finally relieving his now aching cockÂ
Maury was barking orders at him, he sent his hormone monster a glare, before continuing with the task at hand
As much as he wanted to, the tiny part of his brain that was still functional screamed at him to make your first experience a pleasurable oneÂ
Judd has a big dick and he knows it (cmon his fucking dad even talked about it in that one episode)
So the least he could do was prep you a little beforehandÂ
He scooted back, laying down between your legs, his head only a few centimetres from your pretty little pussyÂ
âJ-Judd..â you stammered, gently grabbing his hair and turning his attention to your flushed faceÂ
He grunted in response, finding it hard to focus on anything but your cuntÂ
âI-Iâm a little nervous, I think..â you mumbled, twisting a strand of his half-blue-half-black hair around your pointer fingerÂ
Juddâs expression softened, and his cocky grin turned more genuineÂ
He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, raising himself up and leaning over your body till his lips met your jaw
He gently nibbled at it before moving up to brush his lips over your earÂ
âYouâll do so well, pretty girl. Donât worry. It will feel so, so good. I promise.â He whispered gravely into your ear, biting and blowing on your earlobe before retreating and laying down to face your pussy againÂ
A strong shiver went up your spine and you grabbed his hair again for leverageÂ
Slowly, he nosed at your cunt, spreading your folds slightlyÂ
You let out an embarrassingly loud whine when his nose bumped against your neglected clitÂ
Your walls fluttered around nothing again, making you wish he would just do something about the emptiness inside youÂ
Suddenly, he dived inÂ
Spreading your folds with his fingers before licking into you like a man starvedÂ
You bucked into his mouth, gasping and writhingÂ
âJudd..!â You stuttered. âFeels so.. ah! Feels so.. good!âÂ
He growled into your cunt, the vibrations sending toe-curling pleasure through your bodyÂ
The loud squelching sounds almost drowned out the screams of whoever got murdered in the movie, Judd looked over at the screen for a second and smiled when some chick was pierced with a meat hook
He licked deeper into you, you couldnât stop yourself from letting out a never ending mantra of âJuddâs and âpleaseâÂ
He couldnât get enough of the way you tasted, groaning and humping the mattress like a madman as he felt your pussy get tighter and tighterÂ
He parted from you with a sultry moan, a disappointed sob died out in your throat as he suddenly nudged two fingers into youÂ
They were long and reached so deep they hit a spongy spot inside of you that made you wail and cry out âJudd! Right there! Please, p-please! Right there..!âÂ
When he made a come hither motion and pressed his thumb to your clit, you were completely goneÂ
All you could remember was his name as you continued to cry out to him over and over again
He grinned wickedly. âDamn. So fucking wet, and I havenât even fucked you yet,â he muttered as a pool of slick began to wet the bed underneath youÂ
You gasped as he spread his fingers in a scissoring motion, clenching down hard on them
He let out the loudest groan yet, replacing the the finger on your clit with his mouth and spreading your legs furtherÂ
Your tummy tightened, warmth spreading throughout your entire bodyÂ
You were a sobbing mess, grabbing onto his hair more forcefully and pressing him harder into your cunt as you continued to climb towards your orgasmÂ
Judd moaned again, lower face now completely coated in your juicesÂ
If you werenât so far gone, you would have been beyond embarrassed to make such a messÂ
âI-Iâm- Judd!- Iâm!- I..!â You wailed loudly as you came, feverishly pulling Juddâs hair as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm
He lapped up everything you gave him, growling at the way you clenched around his fingers, his fat cock so hard to the point it almost hurtÂ
Fucking shit, he couldnât wait to be buried in your tight little cuntÂ
You mewled and wiggled your hips as the aftershocks of your orgasm turned to overstimulationÂ
âJudd..â you whined, pulling at his hair to move his mouth away from your abused clitÂ
It took him a while to register what you wanted, being too mesmerised with the way your cunt sucked in his fingers so tightlyÂ
For a moment he pondered if he should stretch you out more, before the throbbing of his cock won him over and he decided that you were wet enough to take himÂ
âThat wasnât so bad, was it? You think youâre ready for my cock now?â He asked as he parted from your pussy, licking his fingers clean before unbuttoning his jeans
He leaned over you again, letting out a relieved groan in your ear when his dick was freed from his pants, leaving his thin boxers as the only barrier between youÂ
âY-yes. Please, Judd..â you muttered quietly, pussy continuing to clench around nothing, seemingly not satisfied enough with the orgasm you just had
He laughed, voice raspy and low. âSo now youâre all desperate, huh? Such a desperate little slut,â he huffed, caressing your cheekÂ
You leaned into his touch, rubbing your cheek against his palm and wiggling your hips against hisÂ
He grunted as your wet pussy dragged across his clothed dick, coating the fabric of his boxers in your slickÂ
He huffed at you, pulling your hair and turning your face to the side to expose your neckÂ
âBehave, bitch.â He muttered as he nosed along your neckt, sucking on the few spots he missed beforeÂ
You honestly didnât give a shit what he said to you, as long as he filled you up as soon as possibleÂ
You moaned his name, begging him to just fill you already and he finally gave in
He sat up on his knees, pulling his shirt off and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring freeÂ
Your eyes almost bulged out of your eyes, if he hadnât been so incredibly horny he would have found your expression hilariousÂ
He grinned wolfishly, looking down at you with a dark glint in his eye as the sound of a chainsaw roaring from the horror movie behind you cut through the roomÂ
âYou think you can take it, baby?âÂ
You nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say you stared at his thick cockÂ
Honestly you werenât sure if even the flushed tip would fit, but you would be damned if you didnât give it a tryÂ
Connie was cheering you on, gently petting your hair as she encouraged youÂ
His dick was so long, and so thick and all you really wanted was to reach out and touch itÂ
It was pale, like the rest of him, with pretty veins running up the sides and the only thing you thought about was leaning forward and licking up the precum that coated his flushed head
Your cunt clenched at just the thought alone and you mewled again, reaching for him with grabby handsÂ
âYeah? Use your words, dumbass.â He said, leaning over you again
âYouâre so mean..â you whined, refusing to meet his eyes as your cheeks burned with embarrassmentÂ
He grabbed your hair again, roughly turning your head and forcing you to look at himÂ
âDo you want me to fuck you then, huh? Like a good little slut? Or should I leave your pussy empty, I can go finish myself off if you donât need it-âÂ
âN-No!â You sobbed out, tears of embarrassment and pleasure streaming down your face as you reached for himÂ
âPlease! Fuck me already Judd!â You wailed, shifting your hips up again and brushing your cunt over his hard dickÂ
He grinned in delight, letting go of his tight hold on your hair to lift your leg over his shoulderÂ
He brought his hand to your face and gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, biting your jaw gentlyÂ
âShh, pretty girl. I got you.â He whispered huskily, rubbing his cock up and down your folds to gather as much slick as possibleÂ
You sighed in relief, grabbing onto his shoulders and readying yourselfÂ
You cried out as the fat head of his cock finally nudged itâs way inside your hole, stretching you out in a way you had ever felt beforeÂ
âOh-oh my god!â You whined, nails scraping over Juddâs shoulders, threatening to break the skinÂ
He continued a bit further, finding it easier than expected to breach your walls with how goddam wet you wereÂ
He was only about halfway in when you started to feel overly stuffed, whining and clenching around his cock as you felt like you were being ripped in halfÂ
âCâmon, pretty girl. Just a bit more,â Judd grunted out, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips
You nodded, not really comprehending what he was saying as he continued to push inÂ
It hurt, a couple more tears slid down your face as you slowly got used to the burning stretchÂ
It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, balls sitting flush against your assÂ
Both hormone monsters cheered like crazy, Connie gushing about how you finally got your cherry popped but the two of you were far too gone to care
Judd groaned loudly, enjoying how warm and soft you wereÂ
Fitting him so snugly, as if you were made to be fucked by himÂ
You looked down and almost choked when you saw how your lower belly bulged, the outline of his cock visible
You gasped as Judd cursed. âFucking damnit!â He growled, removing a hand from your hip to press down on your belly
You both moaned in unison at the feeling, Judd resting his forehead on your shoulder as you clawed at his backÂ
He waited a while to move, momentarily scared he would actually break your little cunt if he did anything too fastÂ
Your slick dripped from his cock to his balls, creating a pool underneath youÂ
âYouâre so warm..â he grunted, gently starting to move outÂ
The first few thrusts were slow and experimental, until he was mentally hanging on by a threat and he couldnât stop himself from slamming into you. Hard.
All air left your lungs, and you let out a hybrid between a wheeze and a moan as you felt his cock trying to square up with your cervixÂ
You couldnât stop your loud wails as he rammed into you, fucking you with absolutely all his might and the only thing you could do was cling to him for dear lifeÂ
His pelvis rubbed your clit with each thrust, his hands holding your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises laterÂ
You clenched around him uncontrollably, digging your heels into his back and thighs spasming as you suddenly came for a second timeÂ
Wailing his name loudly as he groaned into your shoulder, biting down to keep himself from cumming just yetÂ
âB-Bitch!â He cursed as you lifted his head up to suck on his neck feverishly, leaving marks to match your ownÂ
He fucked you through your orgasm, continuing to ram into your spongy spot over and over as the bed creaked and moaned beneath youÂ
You only got wetter, the room filling with squelching noises to drown out the movie as he fucked you more viciouslyÂ
âWhoâs pretty cunt is this?â He groaned, pulling your hair for a third time to get you focused on himÂ
Sweat dripped from his brow, his eyes were blown out and his sharp jaw was clenched in a pained scowl, you moaned loudly at the sightÂ
Heart beating faster at the sight of your handsome boyfriendÂ
âI asked you a question, bitch,âÂ
Your mouth opened again when you finally registered what he was saying, wailing out his name over and over againÂ
He rewarded you with a few hard thrusts before his cock stilled againÂ
You whined his name in disapprovalÂ
âGood girl. Iâll let you come one more time, fuck, come for me again,âÂ
You shook your head, nails digging into his skinÂ
âI-I canât!â You cried out as he pressed a thumb to your swollen clitÂ
He didnât let up, thrusting his cock into you and rubbing at your clit relentlessly until you were crying and begging for release againÂ
âPlease, please, please, please! Hmng!â You sobbed, cunt getting impossibly tighter around himÂ
âFeels so good- Iâm gonna- im gonna-âÂ
He pressed down on you belly again, thrusts getting erratic as he neared his own endÂ
âCome, bitch.âÂ
And like that you were gone, sobbing and and clutching him tightly as you came for a third time, scratching at his back until you felt caked blood under your nailsÂ
A small part of you felt bad, but as you dived straight into your third orgsam of the evening you were way too far gone to careÂ
He let out a string of curses and grunts, quickly pulling out and coming all over your bellyÂ
You watched him with a dazed expression, dick in hand and head hung low in pleasure as he let out the most endearing soundsÂ
Your breath hitched, and if you werenât about to pass out you honestly could have jumped him againÂ
âFuuuuuck..!â He groaned, flopping down on the bed besides youÂ
You quickly cuddled up to him, rubbing your face against his naked, sweaty chestÂ
You couldnât stop yourself from deeply inhaling, finding comfort in his sweaty scentÂ
Both your hormone monsters had disappeared, giving you some privacy in the afterglow
âJudd,â you whimpered after a few minutes of silence
He groaned in response, squeezing your hipÂ
âIâm all sticky..â you said. He grunted, not saying anything as he got up, pulled his pants up and exited the room, coming back in a few moments later with a damp cloth and a clean shirtÂ
He was quiet again as he got to work, wiping his cum off your tummy and thighs, before carefully cleaning your sensitive pussyÂ
You laid back and just stared up at him, too spent to moveÂ
He met your eyes for a moment, eyes scanning over your flushed and tear-stained face, ruined makeup running down and gathering under your chin
âYouâre so damn cute.â He muttered, before going back to cleaningÂ
Maybe it was the post-nut clarity, but he really did mean thatÂ
Your face flushed again, somehow way more embarrassed by getting a compliment than literally being dicked downÂ
He finished cleaning you up, lifting your limp body up and gently positioning you propped up against the pillowsÂ
He sat down besides you, helping you into the nice, clean shirt he brought and you couldnât help but smile as you realised you were wearing one of his shirtsÂ
âThank you, Judd.â You sighed happily, burying your face in the pillowsÂ
âWhatever. Get some rest, shithead.âÂ
You only hummed in response, scooting closer to him as he laid down besides youÂ
âOoh, lovebirds! Dinnerâs ready!â Your eyes widened and you immediately sat up upon hearing Mrs. Birchâs voice from downstairs
Oh my god. You buried your face in your hands.. you had completely forgot all about Juddâs family being homeÂ
Juddâs room was pretty isolated.. they couldnât have heard that much, right?Â
âFucking bitch..â Judd scowled, finding the nearest shirt on the floor and throwing it onÂ
âOh my god. Shit! What the fuck!â You exclaimed, rummaging the bed for your long forgotten pants and pantiesÂ
âWhere the hell..â Judd held up your panties with a triumphant grin, pocketing them just as you reached out to grab themÂ
âAsshole! Give me those.â You demanded, holding out your hand to him
âNo. Get your pants on, câmon weâre leaving.â He said in his usual dark tone as he threw you your pantsÂ
You groaned. âFuck you.âÂ
âYou just did that. Put your pants on.â You rolled your eyes at him, pulling on your pants before standing up on shaking legsÂ
You grabbed his shoulder for support and he sneeredÂ
âWhat. You canât walk now?â He snickeredÂ
You glowered at him âShut your goddamn mouth, Judd Birch.âÂ
He sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist for support as the two of you excited the roomÂ
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summary : jake's feeling needy, but you're hellbent on finishing your book
warning/extra tid-bits : 18+ ,, MINORS DNI ,, oral sex [female receiving] ,, praise kink ,, distraction play ,, dacryphilia ,, i think that's all !
word count : 2,037 + not proofread
divider credit : photos from pinterest ,, red line from @saradika-graphics
Jake sighed, poking the side of your hip with his sock-clad foot in an effort to get your attention.
"Hm?" You asked, brows furrowed in concentration as your brain processed the words on the pages in front of you. Jake frowned at this, he wanted your full attention- not half.
"Y/nnn" He huffed out his words, pushing himself out of his own seat and moving closer to your side of the couch. You glanced over at him for a second, smiling at your lover and pecking his lips.
Jake hummed as your lips connected with his, attempting to cup your face; his way of initiating a make-out session. You laughed at this, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away gently, returning your attention to your book.
The punk let out a noise of frustration, resting his head onto your shoulder like a dog trying to earn attention from its owner.
Jake's eyes landed on the page you were on, you were half-way into the story and had yet to infodump the book's summary onto your boyfriend; so he was utterly lost.
"Who's Henry?" Jake asked, playing with the fabric of your shirt. "MC's love interest, he's blonde." You murmured back, flipping the page. Jake nodded, pretending he remembered what 'MC' meant.
"...Is that the MC?" Jake asked, pointing at a random name on the page. You shook your head, "No, Alex is the MC."
Jake let out a soft "Ohh" before attempting to lay his head in your lap. You let out an annoyed sigh, causing him to stop. "I'm trying to read." You explain, using your thumb as a bookmark as to not lose your page.
Jake mocks you, causing you to laugh; confirming that you weren't actually annoyed with your boyfriend.
"But I'm bored." Jake whined, throwing his head back and gazing at your living room ceiling. "I told you you'd be bored." You defended; it was true.
A few hours ago Jake had asked to hang out at your apartment since his roommates would not stop making music- disturbing his editing process.
You agreed, but made sure to tell the man that you planned on making a decently sized chunk in your TBR list today- meaning that after Jake finished editing, you'd still be reading.
He insisted that it was fine, claiming he could entertain himself as you read.
He lied.
"Yeah but...I didn't think you could read for this long." He said, motioning to the small pile of books you'd already read as he'd been editing.
You shrugged, readjusting the knitted blanket on your lap. "I read through a earthquake once." You chuckled at the memory. Jake's brows formed a quizzical look as he sat up slightly, a look of amazement- and slight concern- in his eyes.
"A earthquake?" He gaped, causing you to wrinkle up your nose in laughter. You nodded, "It wasn't like I could stop the earthquake...so I just ran somewhere safe 'n read until it was over." You explained.
Your boyfriend commented that you were "crazy" before going quiet. You didn't pay any attention to this, opting to continue your story.
He let you, stomach already curling in excitement at the idea that had been inspired by your earthquake story. Jake's eyes trailed down to your bottoms, a simple pair of pastel blue cotton sleep-shorts.
Perfect.
He waited until you were fully immersed back into your story, hair acting as curtains- blocking out the outside world, allowing you to be submerged completely into your fictional reality.
Once you were, Jake cautiously snaked one hand behind your waist, allowing his fingers to travel lower. His slender fingers dancing around the waistband of your shorts.
You thought nothing of it, it wasn't uncommon for Jake to become fixated on a certain texture of clothing.
Jake smirked at this, letting an experimental finger slip onto the band of your panties. You let out a shaky breath, excitement blossoming in your stomach.
"Jake." You mumbled, breathing already slowing- yet heart already beating against your ribcage; the feeling of want flooding your viens.
"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling back ever so slightly. If you said stop, he would've. You knew this and somehow- it made you want him more.
You bit your lip, an embarrassed flush already filling your cheeks as you felt yourself grow wet. Betrayal.
"I wanted to finish this book for 'm post on Friday..." You whined, indecision weighing heavily on your shoulders. Jake let out a coo, "Who said you had to stop reading?" He asked.
Curiosity only intensified your excitement.
"C'mon, face me." Jake ordered. You went to slam your book closed, almost losing your page before Jake looked pointedly into your eyes- then at you.
"Keep your page." His tone was one you only really heard in the bedroom and god did it do things to you. You nodded eagerly, placing your thumb between the pages before moving to face him. He smiled, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss; the kiss was deep, passionate. As if he'd been starved.
Your stomach curled as your mind wondered what else your reading session had starved the man of.
"Lay back, d'you need a pillow?" He asked, not wanting you back to hurt in a few hours. You thought for a moment before shaking your head- you'd made sure to invest in a comfortable couch for a reason.
You lowered yourself down, the upper half of your back resting against the arm-rest of the sofa. Jake smiled at you, his eyes trailing up and down your body as if you were art.
To him, you were. You were the finest piece of art and no museum could ever be worthy of keeping you.
Jake moved your legs upward, only making your want grow deeper. You knew what he was getting you into position for and god were you ready.
"Spread for me, angel." Jake's words were assertive, it embarrassed you how you could've moaned right there.
You followed Jake's command, desperate for praise- praise that you knew would soon be filling the room. As your legs parted, you felt your neglected slit yearn for more.
More touch, more friction, more Jake.
Jake wasted no time taking off your shorts and underwear, doing all the work whilst stroking your legs with the pads of his thumbs. Ever the gentleman.
And then, he stopped.
Much to your disappointment. Your brows furrowed together and you immediately began whining at your boyfriend, "Jake..." You begged, bucking your hips.
Jake quickly put his hands on your upper hips, forcing them to stay planted on the couch. "I thought you wanted to finish your book." He smirked, you frowned- now regretting your previous words.
"Well, I- You-" You stammered around your ecstasy, trying to find your composure. Jake simply laughed at you softly, tapping the cover of your book- which you'd already forgotten was in your hand.
"Read, don't worry about me." He said, only making you wetter. "Don't let me distract you." Jake commanded. You nodded as if there was no other option, as if you'd die if you didn't have Jake's head inside of your thighs soon.
With shaky hands, you lifted your book in front of your hands. For the first time in years, your eyes struggled to latch onto the words printed on the paper.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt a familiar warm, wet, sensation meet your folds. Jake was savoring you, letting his tongue lap at your wetness as if he'd been denied a drink for the past century.
Your eyes fluttered closed, attempting to grind down on his tongue. You frowned as you realized Jake still had a tight hold on your hips, his thumbs digging down into your skin.
Jake pulled away, earning him an annoyed whine. "Read." He ordered, reminding you of your assigned task. "Tell me when you finish that chapter, 'kay?" He asked, you nod up and down quickly.
"Good girl." Jake hummed before reattaching his lips to yours.
You've never forced your eyes onto a page quicker. As you read, your mind coming up with pictures of the characters; making them move around and say their lines.
Well, that's what your mind was attempting to do. It was hard when your boyfriend's tongue was lapping at your folds, his nose rubbing perfectly on your clit- god, Jake knew how to please a woman. As confirmed by the amount of soft gasps and mewls falling from your mouth.
However, you'd been ordered to finish the chapter. So that's what you did.
"D-Done." You told Jake, causing him to look up from your pussy- his mouth and nose coated in your wetness. "That fast?" He amused, a finger trailing up and down your entrance- your face flushed at how it gaped to be filled. You nodded wordlessly, gasping and clutching the cushion's of the couch as Jake slid a finger into you- curing it inside of you.
"Good girl, such a good fuckin' girl." He hummed, leaning down and pressing kisses onto your clit. You were able to buck your hips now, and god did you. You bottomed yourself out on your boyfriend's slender finger, taking as much as he'd give you- moans and pleas for more leaving your mouth.
Jake cooed, watching you turn desperate for him to do something anything to add more stimulation, to create more pleasure.
"A-Another, please? Please, Jake. I-I need more." You begged, letting out a frustrated whimper as you saw your boyfriend's head shake. "Another chapter, another finger." He explained, you whined- frustrated tears brimming your eyes.
Another coo.
Despite your mind being a foggy, horn mess- you lifted your book back up and continued reading; hating at how the words seemed to sway. Almost mocking you.
A loud moan escaped from your mouth as you felt Jake's mouth return to your pussy. Jake chuckled, causing your cheeks to flush once again.
The words taunted you, swaying and swirling around the page. You'd read a sentence, then forget it as soon as you began the next.
Determined for more though, you finished another chapter.
This time though, you didn't even bother telling Jake you were done- simply tossing your book to the ground. He knew that meant you were close and just needed one more finger to help you cross that finish line.
A finger you'd earned.
Jake pulled away, which would've upset you had you not known what you would soon be given.
In a painfully slow manner, Jake flipped a second finger into you- beginning to pump both fingers in and out of you. You dissolved into a bundle of moans, mewls and gasps; withering under Jake's touch.
"C'mon angel, you wanna be a good girl- yeah?" He asked, even if he knew the answer. You nodded pathetically, feeling the knot that had formed in your stomach begin to grow looser.
"Then cum. Cum for me." Jake's voice held no room for arguement- not that you would've anyway. You threw your head back in pure bliss, back arching in such a way that- if he could've- Jake would have it professionally photographed.
Maybe one day he would set up his vlog camera and film the two of you, but that was a thought for another time.
"N-Need you. Y-you, y-your mouth." You asked, "Please!"
What kind of gentleman would Jake be to deny a woman who asked so nicely?
His mouth reconnected with your pussy, his tongue flicking up and down your stuffed full entrance- nose stimulating your clit.
It was enough to send you right over the edge, you saw stars as you felt the knot in your stomach untangle- nothing could compare to that feeling.
After catching your breath, you looked down at your boyfriend who placed one last kiss on your pussy before looking up at you with his signature dumb smile.
"You really are a bookworm." He chuckled, looking around for something to wipe his face. Your heart fluttered as you pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head into the crook of his neck.
Nobody else could make you feel that way.
a/n : i know this is good bc i started blushing writing it
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