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Warm Colors: Chapter 9 (FINAL)

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: Oshun celebrates her 32nd birthday. M’Baku gets some choice words from T’Challa that make him rethink his last conversation with the love of his life.

Words: 3500+

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is it. The final chapter, y’all! Thank you so much to those who read and re-read this story, even throughout my absence from writing during the lockdown. I have fallen in love with these characters over and over again. I really enjoyed growing with this story as a writer and a sad little slut. Love y’all.

Translations: Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto(you don’t want to repeat that), Intloko (chief), sthandwa (my love), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life), Ikumkani wam (my queen)

Chapter 9

“Hey, Google, play It Gets Better by The Internet.”

The Google home blared music throughout the studio loft as Oshun shuffled to her couch in her brown teddy bear slippers. Plopping down next to her little brown kitten, Curry, she scrolled through her emails and opened one titled ‘Gallery: Final Decisions’.

Here are the final prints, they’ll be put up this morning before the event tonight. You should be proud of yourself, Oshun. These look amazing. See you tonight!

P.S. Happy birthday, lovely.

Colored prints of her paintings were attached to the body of the message, along with some black and white photos from her film camera. In one of them, a wide gap-toothed smile rests on a man's face; his onyx skin contrasted against the white silk sheets beneath him; his strong hands gripping the thighs of the person sitting atop him, capturing the photo.

This was the first time Oshun had looked at these photos since she found the film canister in an unpacked duffle bag in the back of her closet. After she had returned from St. Lucia, she buried herself in her work. That was the only path she could handle to move forward. Six months can pass so quickly when you bury yourself in the sand. Finishing commissions left and right, and even catching the interest of a famous singer that wanted to use her artwork as inspiration for an album. As time rushed by, Oshun had become a rising star with her art being reposted and purchased by household names.

“I’m heading out, baby. I’ll see you at your birthday dinner.”

But the success of her art could not keep the loneliness from gnawing at her heart. So she backslid, hard. She ran into Yemoya while touring galleries to premiere her art. Yemoya ran the exact gallery that she had set her sights on and they hit it off once again but with more grounding. Yemoya was already in an established relationship but both she and her girlfriend Sage were interested in Oshun. And Oshun was fine with coming and going as she pleased. Their unofficial throuple worked; for now.

“Alright, please tell Ye to keep it minimal at the gallery. You know how she gets,” Oshun said, leaning her head back against the couch.

“Hey, I know Ye and I weren’t exactly what you were planning for but thank you for letting us hold place in your life. You’re such a gem, O.”

Oshun stared oddly at Sage, trying to read between the lines of her mystery-laced words. Sage was always more poetic while Yemoya was a bit blunter and to the point. But sometimes, she couldn’t quite place what Sage was trying to say. Or what she was hiding.

“Uh, thank you? Should I be worried?”

Sage chuckled and leaned down to peck her lips before heading out the door.

“Bye!”

Oshun, more confused than before, continued to scroll through the remaining attachments in the email before locking her phone and throwing it aside. Curry waltzed over and curled up in Oshun’s lap, eliciting an ‘awe, sweet baby’ from her lips. This was all she needed; her cat, a fling with a couple of women, and her first gallery event. But every time she looked at those damn photos, she began to wonder… was this all she needed?

Golden City, Wakanda

Two days prior

“Thank you for your time, this concludes our meeting for today.”

M’Baku watched the tribal elders walk out of the throne room, chatting about their new exploits and local gossip. He was leaned to the side with his chin in his hand as his mind rested for the first time in weeks. Training new warriors was extensive, collaborating with T’Challa on field missions was tiring, and getting his stubborn people acquainted with the new tech that Shuri invented was anything but a walk in the park. Once the meeting had ended, he felt no need to race back to the mountains that he called home. He just needed to rest. Besides, running back to an empty bed would only cause him more anguish.

“Lord M’Baku, I am surprised. Most times you would have been the first elder to leave. What keeps you,” T’Challa chuckled, taking a seat in front of M’Baku.

“I am simply resting my mind before my trek. Is that a crime?”

“Not in this country, at least. But normally you’d be rushing to see who you called ‘the divine feminine’.”

“That is in the past,” M’Baku said matter-of-factly.

“In the past? And why is that?”

M’Baku sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. He had no interest in opening old wounds and pouring out his heart anywhere, especially not in the Golden City. He had hidden away all thoughts of her. If there was one thing his father had taught him before he left this plane of existence, it was that there is no use in dwelling on matters of the heart. A leader only looks to the past for lessons to avoid future mistakes.

“It is simple, really. My council did not approve of our courtship so I cut it off. Now if you’ll excuse me, King.”

M’Baku stood and swiftly headed to the doors of the throne room.

“You are many things, Lord M’Baku, but I never pegged you to be a coward,” T’Challa accused, his words stinging the Great Gorilla’s pride. M’Baku stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the King, tightening his hold around his birchwood staff.

“Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto.”

“You would have me believe that your decision was not made out of cowardice?”

“T’Challa you try my patience,” M’Bkau grunted, turning to face him, “You may be King but-”

“But what? All this talk for me and yet you probably didn’t object to your council. What else can you call that if not cowardice?”

“You cannot talk as if you were there. I made a decision for my people and she made hers. What more is there to do?”

“You could fight for her. If this American woman is who your heart has chosen, how can you deny it?”

M’Baku walked back over to T’Challa and took his seat once again. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. His mind was moving a mile a minute as he repeated the words in his mind. Even if his heart had chosen her, how could he move forward now?

“Hear me when I say this, Your people need to step into the future and embrace those that we have forgotten, those we have abandoned. You need to make it right. If not for her, then for yourself,” T’Challa said with conviction, before walking away.

M’Baku rolled his eyes as he watched the king saunter away as if he had won their fight all over again. The king stopped in his tracks right as he was exiting. Holding the door with one hand, he turned back to M’Baku with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to meet this elusive woman who has softened you.”

Ifechi and Akunna walked into the birch-laden throne room to see M’Bele and Zoya standing on either side of a sitting M’Baku. He was dressed in civilian clothing which was a rarer sight these days.

“Lord M’Baku, what is the urgent matter you wanted to discuss? Are we to be under attack,” Lady Ifechi questioned.

“I have an announcement to make. I am leaving tonight to go retrieve my bride and future chieftess in Los Angeles. I will be bringing her back to Jabariland to meet the people. Please prepare the ceremonial rituals.”

“Intloko, I must protest. The people will not-”

“MY people,” M’Baku said, cutting Ifechi off, “will come to know and love their new chieftess.”

Lady Ifechi balled up her fists and hit Akunna’s shoulder, signaling for him to step in and say something, anything.

“Lord M’Baku,” Akunna stuttered, clearing his throat, “you cannot just take her as a wife. We discussed some time ago why…”

Akunna’s speech trailed off as he watched M’Baku swiftly approach and stop just short of his feet. The chief was at least a foot taller than him and Akunna didn’t dare meet his eyes.

“Did you think I was asking permission? You two may be my council members, yes, but moving forward you will have no say in my personal matters. Is that clear?” M’Baku’s loud commands rang in Akunna’s ears and he simply nodded in silence. M’Baku looked sternly at his two council members and puffed out his chest in preparation.

“I can no longer enable this ignorance. We must welcome the lost tribe with open arms, they have suffered as Wakanda has sat on the sidelines. If you two are not willing to change your way of thinking and follow me into the future, then you will find no place on this council.

I have denied myself love and comfort as I thought that sacrifice was the key to being a great leader. No longer.”

The council members nodded their heads once more and M’Baku grunted in agreement. He turned away from them, walking back to his throne and taking his seat once more.

“You may leave. M’Bele will act as chief until I return.”

And with the finality of his commands still buzzing in his chest, the chief of Jabariland smirked as he watched Akunna and Ifechi make a quick exit.

Downtown Los Angeles

leaving the gallery

Oshun walked out of the bathroom after changing into a completely different outfit than the one she wore whilst working the crowd at her first gallery show. Networking and being introduced to person after person was too much to do in heels. She had kept it casual with a color-blocked boilersuit and chucks. But now that they were headed out to her birthday dinner? She was going all out. Black mesh see-through jumpsuit with a black wrap dress and just enough cleavage on display. She tippy-toed in her chunky black boots to readjust her golden jewelry in the funky mirror on the wall. Her fingers brushed against the long hanging golden cowrie shell necklace that lay between her breasts and she groaned loudly; stomping her foot like a child. Oshun just wanted to not think about him for one night. It was supposed to be a happy night, celebrating her 32nd trip around the sun with friends and lovers and food, divine, delicious food! She thought briefly about taking it off; even throwing it away. But she could never bring herself to do it.

“O, come on, we gone be late, girl,” she heard Megan yell from around the corner. Oshun skipped over to meet her and wrapped her arm around Megan’s. Trying to put her mind on pause, she rested her head on her tall friend’s arm.

“Sorry, I know I’m running on cp time. Thanks for planning this.”

“Well, there'll be a few surprises at dinner so, don’t thank me just yet,” Megan noted, mumbling at the end of her sentence.

“What kind of-”

“No time to talk, the car’s here!”

Megan rushed her out of the gallery and into a black SUV where Shellee was already seated in the back. The drive to Baltaire was as busy as it could be, but then again that was Los Angeles. Native Angelenos will leave a half hour early for an event and still resort to checking directions on Maps just to see how much traffic they’d be in. The freeway was bumper to bumper, but Oshun didn’t mind. She was too busy listening to her friends squabble over which male actor was sexier.

“I can’t help but look at him and think, I just know it’s big. It’s heavy,” Megan almost moaned, fanning herself as Shellee and Oshun laughed at her.

Once the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, the valet opened the door and helped the three of them out. They headed inside and met up with the rest of their party that was waiting with balloons and presents next to the concierge.

Baltaire was a chic steakhouse in the heart of Los Angeles that Oshun was introduced to when she sold a painting to her first high-income client. The lighting was low enough to provide a relaxed ambiance but light enough for you to see your food. Their dining room and bar were elegantly decorated. Black leather chairs surrounded each of the white linen-clad tables on the inside portion, while the outdoor area was surrounded by reclaimed wood and large potted plants. The clinking and clanking of glasses and pots and pans drew attention to their kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view into the inner sanctum; one couldn’t help but stare at the chefs and line cooks as they ebbed and flowed from one station to another.

This night, however, was such a special occasion that Shellee and Megan booked the private Juniper room for Oshun’s birthday dinner. And after everyone had filed in after the concierge, the curtains were closed and Oshun sat at the head of the table. She slouched back in her chair and threw her hands in the air.

“Oh bitch, this is opulence!”

Two hours into the celebration, empty plates had already been cleared and Oshun was opening prettily wrapped boxes from the small pile of presents that had accumulated in the corner of the room. Just as Oshun was about to thank her friend for the gift, Megan stood up and made her way out.

“Meg, where are you-”

“I’ll be right back!”

Oshun went on opening her next gift and only lifted her head at the sound of the door closing. She looked up to see Megan, who she expected. The person next to her, however, was the last person she expected to walk through that door.

“M-M’Baku?”

There he was. The sole reason for all her torment; all the countless nights she spent crying herself to sleep. Between the endless tears and her ever-growing need to utilize her art as an outlet for everything she was feeling, Oshun partially felt like she should be thanking M’Baku. Her heartbreak had brought inspiration out of her that she had been searching for since that fateful day in DC. Yes, she wanted to thank him; and then ask him to leave.

“Megan, what the fuck is going on?”

Oshun’s breathing became uneven as her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if no time had passed. He was still gorgeous and ever regal. With an all-black long-sleeve sweater that hugged his biceps and a gold chain gleaming against his chest, it was easy to see why everyone in the room was now giving him the eye. Oshun looked toward Sage and Yemoya in apology but their faces had a knowing look.

“It’s alright, O. Don’t freak out,” Sage said in hushed tones while Yemoya nodded. Oshun looked back to the culprits at hand with her palm laying on her abdomen. Nausea had descended upon her and she knew the only remedy would be an explanation. And someone had better start talking soon.

“Oshun, come speak with me for a moment. I won’t keep you long,” M’Baku practically pleaded.

And as if his command was wired into her body, she stood and walked over to him. Everyone watched her silently with small smiles on their faces and Oshun rolled her eyes.

“We need to have a conversation about boundaries,” Oshun chided Meg, before walking out behind the man that just rerouted the course of her birthday night.

She followed M’Baku over to the bar and took a seat next to him. The bartender came over to offer drinks and she declined, saying they wouldn’t be there long. Once they were alone, M’Baku reached forward and touched the golden cowrie shell hanging from her necklace. She watched as he rubbed his thumb over the charm and gulped. Her stomach was beginning to knot and she cursed herself; she knew it wasn’t because of the food. The back of his hand had brushed against her chest and she suddenly wanted to be in his arms. To think that her body would react to the slightest touch from him, it was as if she had been starved of human interaction for years. But no, it was just him.

“You’re still wearing it,” he mumbled. Oshun softly pushed his hand away and avoided meeting his eyes.

“M’Baku, you can’t just show up and blow up the spot. Regardless of whatever sneaky plan Megan came up with. You can’t just pop up.”

“You look beautiful as always, sthandwa. I heard the gallery show was a success.”

“No, we’re not doing this. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I will speak plainly,” M’Baku said, resting a strong hand on her mesh-covered thigh, “I want you.”

Oshun went to move his hand off of her thigh but he held her hand in place, tenderly rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of her knuckles.

“M’Baku, please don’t. Don’t say that like you mean it.”

“I have spent months in cowardice, longing for you. Praying to Hanuman and asking for them to take away my memories of you. The pain that I alone caused was too much to bear. I cannot erase those mistakes, thixokazi wam, but I can move forward with purpose. With you.”

Oshun’s vision had begun to get blurry. Her eyes had gotten misty watching the chief lay out his emotions. Of all the things that could happen today, she didn’t expect the greatest love of her life, the one that got away, to be pouring his heart out to her in the middle of a steakhouse on San Vicente. She watched M’Baku stand from his seat and kneel in front of her.

“Oshun, ukukhanya kobomi bam, I would love nothing more than to take you to Jabariland for you to meet my people and become my wife.”

She gently pushed his shoulder, praying that he would get up. A tear or two had quickly become a river, streaming down her face. M’Baku held her hands to his mouth and peppered kisses along her hands.

“M’Baku you can’t just ask me that, after all this time. I can’t just- I won’t go where I’m not wanted. I can’t do that,” she cried softly, speaking in hushed tones so as not to bring any more attention to them.

“You are wanted. My people welcome you with open arms, they have no choice but to.”

“But still, Baku you’re a whole chief. I’m just me. Think of your people-”

“I have thought of my people and only my people since I sat on the throne at the age of 19. Now I am thinking of myself. Ikumkani wam, I cannot rest another night without you by my side,” he cooed, pulling a box from his pocket and setting it on the bar beside them.

She looked over to the now open door of her private dining room to see all her friends and lovers watching. Their smiling faces were mouthing encouragement and Oshun shook her head. She didn’t want to look at either her friends or the man professing his love on one knee in front of her. She wanted to run.

“I can’t.”

In the time between the island and now, Oshun’s only coping mechanism was to blame herself for why it couldn’t work out with M’Baku. That was always her M.O. That was the only way she could control the trajectory of her pain, through blame. Then she could siphon off how much pain she needed to beat into herself with each passing day. Her mind had told her that she was not deserving and she believed it. And yet, the chief of a tribe was on his knees disrupting that thinking process and begging her to be his wife.

“I don’t know if I deserve this kind of love, M’Baku. I can’t be.”

“You are more than deserving, Oshun and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. The question is, sthandwa, will you let me? Hmm?”

Oshun finally let herself do what she could not since he walked through the door of the Juniper room and blew her life wide open. She met his eyes and saw so much warmth and love in them. Honest and pleading eyes looked back at her and she knew this was it. How could she continue to cut off access to her heart when his heart was bleeding for her? A sigh escaped Oshun’s mouth as all the pain she had been holding onto left her body. She nodded her head and chuckled through sobs as she heard Megan yell ‘yes’. M’Baku stood up once again and held Oshun’s tear-streaked face between his large hands.

“Ndiyakuthanda, thixokazi wam,” he whispered before taking her bottom lip between his. Clapping erupted through the restaurant as he pecked from her lips to her chin and cheeks.

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Oshun repeated.

Once all the excitement died down, Oshun sat with M’Baku at the bar, wearing her new ring.

“So does this make me a chieftess?”

“It does,” M’Baku chuckled.

“What do we do now?”

“I’m taking you home with me, sthandwa.”

THE END

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hurricanehellmonger · 1 year

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Snowed in smut? Nessian or Elorcan?

It's been a while since I've posted shameless smut...

18+ readers only

Ship: Nesta x Cassian Trope: You're cold? I know how to warm you up. Rating: M for mature, 18+ only. Warnings: Shameless smut, language, 18+ only.

A burst of cold air swept into the living room as Cassian pushed the front door open and stepped inside. With a curse, he shoved the door against the wind until it latched. "We're not going anywhere today." Nesta watched her fiance shrug off his coat and hang it on a hook by the door. "I could barely see two feet in front of me. By the time I plowed the entire driveway, you couldn't even tell."

With a glance out the window, Nesta understood. All she could see was a whirl of white chaos. Although the snow was beautiful, it did create a string of undeniable complications. "I'll text Feyre. Let her know we're snowed in."

After unlacing his boots, Cassian slipped them off, careful not to step off the rug. If he did, the carpet would get wet and muddy, and he'd have to endure Nesta's wrath.

Something he'd learned from experience.

Nesta had just texted Feyre when Cassian plopped down on the couch beside her and put his hand on her bare thigh. She screeched and pushed him away, which only made him grin. "Your hands are freezing, get them off me!"

He yanked off his hat, tossing it aside, his long hair messy, damp, and wild. "Yeah, they are, and as my future wife, it's your job to warm them up."

"I don't think that was a part of the contract when you proposed," she argued, wrapping her blanket tighter around her.

"There was a contract?" Cassian asked, digging his feet under her blanket and rubbing them against her leg. His feet were socked, but even the socks were cold. She kicked him in the shin. His grin widened. "If there's a contract, I want that added. Warm me up when I'm cold."

With a roll of her eyes, she backed as far away as she could on the sectional without falling off. "That should most definitely not be in the contract."

Cassian shot her a fake frown that he put a whole lot of effort in. Nesta didn't buy it for a second. "If you're not gonna warm me up, who will?"

"Brandy," she suggested. "Gin. Whiskey. They've all warmed you before, I'm sure they'd do it again if you ask nicely."

Cassian's mock frown broke as he chuckled. "As nicely as they make me feel, it's just not the same."

He inched closer to her.

She tucked her feet underneath her legs. "Come closer and regret it."

His grin only spread. In a matter of seconds, Cassian had jumped on his fiance and wrapped her in his arms, burying his face into the nook of her neck. She yelped and groaned and smacked at him, but it did no good whatsoever. He had her secured within his arms as he laid back against the couch with her snuggled close between him and the couch cushions.

"Ah," he sighed, contentedly, "so warm."

"Brute," she mumbled, but twined her legs between his. "I can't stand you."

"Liar," he crooned, digging his arms beneath her blanket. Before she could protest once more, her blanket was no longer hers alone.

Although cold at first, Cassian quickly warmed up. They laid in a comfortable, peaceful silence. Nesta's forehead lay comfortably against his chest. Once his hands began running tenderly up and down her back, she was practically purring.

"See?" he muttered, his chin resting on the top of her head. "You like warming me up."

"Debatable," she said, voice muffled against his sweatshirt.

Their day had been full of eventful plans. They were going to go to Feyre and Rhysand's, considering they hadn't visited them since Christmas. They were going to snuggle Nyx and eat a ton of food that was not good for them, and maybe get a little bit tipsy, as they often did when their entire family got together.

But snuggling together on the couch with not a care in the world? It was just as good.

Maybe better.

Perfect.

Nesta leaned back and looked up at the love of her life. Not at all to her surprise, Cassian was already watching her, intently. There was something about the way that he looked at her that made every ounce of her body tremble. Before him, she didn't know that such looks existed.

She kissed him, slowly.

His tongue slid between her lips without a thought and she melted into him. There was something about Cassian that she would never understand, something unfathomable. He was an ass, cocky and snarky and full of himself, but he was also the sweetest, most gentle man that Nesta had ever known. He loved her unconditionally, loved her without fault.

That kiss of theirs deepened and every thought that dwelled in the depths of Nesta's mind vanished. Cassian's hands wandered, the callouses on his fingertips leaving tingles against her skin in their wake.

Nesta had lost count of how many times that she had been with Cassian over the years. Their sex had been evolutionary, going from wild and primal to soft and romantic, and everything in between. Cassian always surprised her in bed, always knew how to make sure that she was pleased and taken care of. That was why she was certain she would never get enough of it, enough of him, of being with him so intimately. At this point in their long relationship, making love was so natural that she felt she needed it to function, to breathe.

With a tug of her bottom lip with his teeth, Cassian rolled them over until Nesta was on top and he grabbed her ass, grinding his hardening length against her. Nesta let out a breathy moan, then chuckled as he sat up, straddling his waist. With her palms laid flat against his chest, she said, "Maybe we should stop fucking until the wedding."

Cassian's entire body went still. He blinked. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then blinked again. "We don't get married for another four months."

"I'm aware," she said. Cassian hesitated, only relaxing when a slow grin spread across her mouth. "I'm just kidding, but the look on your face-"

She didn't get another word out before Cassian tackled her against the couch, pining her with his hips, tickling her until she screamed and thrashed and called him every irreverent, filthy name in the book. Cutting off a long string of curses, Cassian crashed his mouth against hers, and as her words died off, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"What if I wanted to wait?" Nesta asked, the words muffled against his mouth.

"I'd do whatever the hell you want," Cassian confessed, but shook his head, his nose brushing hers. "But, I'd hate every minute of it."

Laughing quietly, Nesta sank back into their kiss. Every brush of his tongue against hers set her skin on fire. With curious fingers, she slipped her hands beneath his sweatpants and boxers, and squeezed his bare ass.

It drove him wild.

After tearing off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath, he stripped Nesta of her top and kissed up her stomach. Her bralette became nothing more than a scrap on the carpet before he took her peaked nipple into his mouth and sucked, slowly. Nesta's eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers through his long, dampened hair.

After being with someone so long, there was something about lazy sex that was completely fulfilling. It started off casual, dreamily, and ended somewhere primal and unreal. They were currently in that lazy stage, which Nesta truly adored, as Cassian laid his cheek against her chest, her nipple still snugly between his lips. His eyes closed as she moaned, his teeth softly grazing one of her most sensitive parts as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again.

"Remember when we first started dating?" Nesta said, quietly, dwelling in her bliss. "We were animals."

Cassian chuckled, taking a second to glance up at her. "Is that your way of telling me that you're not satisfied right now?"

Nesta laughed and shook her head, giving his hair a tug before she resumed running her fingers through the thick locks. "Actually, I like exactly where this is going." He raised a brow and her smile grew. "You know me perfectly, know everything I like."

"And that's better than fucking like animals?"

"Much better."

"I'll try not to be too offended by that," Cassian murmured, nipping at her nipple before kissing his way up the column of her neck.

"Don't be," she laughed, pulling him up to meet her lips. "It's a compliment."

"Mhmm." He bit her earlobe and tugged, as his hand slid down her stomach and under her leggings. Nesta's legs spread wide for him. His fingers met wet heat, and he grinned as he kissed her again.

They absentmindedly finished undressing one another, and there was something a little rebellious about being naked on the couch in pure daylight. Once upon a time, such a thought wouldn't be rebellious at all, but now there was something risky about it. Something vulnerable.

Cassian took his time exploring Nesta like it was the very first time. He kissed and tasted and worshiped every inch of her body, and by the time he slid his cock deep inside of her, Nesta was putty in the palms of his hands.

The little sounds that fell from her mouth with every thrust still drove him wild, even after all this time. He clung to her, her leg tossed snugly over his waist, his mouth never leaving hers as drove into her again and again.

They melded together, their bodies fitting perfectly as one, and Nesta wasn't sure if it was because they had been together for so long or if it had always been that way. She didn't care. All she cared about was that when they were together, it was perfect.

Nesta had her face shoved into a throw pillow when her knees began to shake. Cassian's hands were on her breasts, his hips snapping into hers from behind.

"Cass," she pleaded, his name breathless on her lips. "Fuck, I-"

He pinched her nipples as he drove into her, relentlessly, and the words on her lips faded away as she lost all sense of control and drifted into a state of utter euphoria. The house echoed with the sounds that came out of her, all while her release shook and guided her body. Spewing every unholy word in the book, Cassian soon followed her lead, falling to his own release as Nesta came around him.

They rode it out together, until they collapsed on the couch, bundled in each other's arms, sweating and catching their breaths.

Nesta pulled Cassian close to her once they were settled and kissed him, softly. "Warm enough?"

Cassian's deep chuckle had her smiling up at him. "If I say no, are we going again?"

Her grin widened. "Cold or not, I'm not leaving this couch."

And they didn't for the rest of the afternoon.

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hurricanehellmonger · 1 year

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okay this is a lil filthy but edging aaron with a cockring for hours, stopping everytime he gets close, his pretty dick would be so red and sensitive and when you finally let him come it's like the biggest load like he comes for a full minute at least. baby boy needs the stress relief tbh

the come down

omg yes he does! this was very hot to read and write!!! male overstimulation, cockwarming, edging, soft sex, praise kink, mocking, kinda sub!aaron, 18+ONLY MDNI

he’s been overwhelmed all day, youd spoken to him only a handful of times while you were at work, but you could tell he was tense.

when he got home, it was easy to get him out of his clothes. “i just need to be in you,” he whispers, hands cupping your cheeks as he presses himself against you.

“okay baby,” you coo, leading him to the bedroom where you strip down to just your panties. “no moving okay?” you say and aaron nods.

his hands grab and pull at the dough on your hips as you sink down on him, a shuddering breath leaving him and his forehead drops to your collarbone.

“fuck,” he whimpers and you grin, hands combing through his hair and scratching down his back. “you smell so good.”

it’s like every sense is in overdrive for him, your skin is cool against his, your hands on his back and through his hair make his eyes shut- not more than the occasional clench of your cunt- and your faint vanilla scent clouds his mind all together.

“you’re doing so good, aaron.” you coo, and he thrusts up, the praise making his belly coil tight.

you roll your hips and he groans, his hands squeezing at your sides harder as he thrusts up into you.

“you’re gonna make me come,” his breaths are ragged now and when you pull off his cock he lets out a high pitched whine that makes you chuckle.

“not yet, you can’t come yet.” aaron groans and pleads for his release but you only deny him.

it goes on for about an hour, aaron has tears streaming down his face as you continue edging him.

“please baby, i need it. i can’t, i can’t hold it back again.” he cries, hands sliding up your slightly sweaty skin.

“you can’t?” you’re mocking him as you sit on his cock again and aaron shakes his head.

“you feel too good. too good baby.” his babbles make little sense and you can feel his abs quivering as he tries to stave off his orgasm.

“yeah? you look so pretty when you’re edging though, maybe i shouldn’t let you come ever again.” you’re only teasing him, but aaron can’t tell the difference now that he’s this edged.

“no no please,” his eyes are teary again, his lips bitten and red. “i’ve been good, please let me come.”

you just stare at him for a little while, and then you kiss him. the kiss is slow and sweet as you start dropping yourself on his cock and he breaks away to whimper.

“fuck fuck,” it’s all he can say. his lips find your nipples, mouth hot and warm as he sucks and nips on them.

you lean to his ear, lips just beneath it as you whisper, “you can come baby, come for me.”

his thighs quiver under yours, as he thrusts up into you, lips falling away from your nipples as he groans.

his orgasm rolls into another, his tears falling to his cheeks as he whines and whimpers about how good it feels to come in you, and how much of a good boy he’s been.

“you did so good,” you whisper, hands brushing away his fallen tears and his cheek touches your chest, lips finding your nipples again. “so good for me.”

he hums, content to just have you hold him like this and to hold you.

when you lift off of him, his spend covers some of his thigh and drips out of you as you lay beside him.

aaron’s hands reach for your cunt and then he slips between your thighs, head on your leg as his fingers spread your cunt open.

“let me clean you up.”

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How about cuckolding? Having your partner watch while he fucks you ?

Partners in Crime

18 + explicit content┃Jim Hopper x fem reader ┃reader is married, and always had a thing for her husband’s best friend Jim Hopper • When her husband loses a drunken bet to Hopper, he has to pay up—with his wife. 💋

A note I made while writing: Yo I am writing this high off my ass rn. I think my ass time-traveled back to the 80’s and I am living this shit, like damn, I am excited as fuck to see how this turned out when I proofread it tomorrow, ok bye-

Your husband was not enjoying himself at the moment, to say the least. If the alcohol hadn’t been flowing like a river between you, your husband, and Hopper the night before, he never would have drunkenly made a deal with his friend, a bet with your body as the winner’s prize. He never would have taken you seriously when you confessed you’d always had a crush on Hopper, that you’d always wanted to fuck him, even after marrying your husband. And he certainly wouldn’t have let Hopper get away with the things he’d then said about your body, that he’d jerked off to you before, how he sometimes fantasized about you, his best friend’s wife, when he was fucking a woman…

And once the alcohol had relinquished its hold on your husband, the clarity of morning reminding him of the promises he made the night before, he’d realized he was in too deep. If he backed out now, he knew it would make him look like a bitch. Like a coward. Like a man who couldn’t keep his word. Weak.

So your husband was there the following night, sitting at the end of the bed you and he shared as a couple, watching his best friend fuck you in it.

Hopper made no secret about how much he’d wanted to do this forever, murmuring against your ear how long he’d wanted to taste you, how he sometimes had to masturbate as soon as he left your husband’s house when you were there. How he’d seen the way you subtly flirted with him, but that he hadn’t made a move because he didn’t know what it would do to his friendship with your husband?

You’d missed feeling like this when making love. Like you were desired by someone for the first time. A love affair, with a touch of the forbidden. Hopper’s hands were bigger than your husband’s; that was the first thing you’d noticed, of course, when he touched you. The skin on Hopper’s palms was rougher also, the hands of a man that got dirty often, hands that could start fights and finish them, too.

You realized it would be possible to become addicted to this man. That the way he fucked you couldn’t be replicated, so any other man you had would leave you craving another hit of him.

You’d never tell your husband, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t be fucking Hopper again. The man was hung like a horse, yet somehow avoided hurting you in spite of his size. You knew he could hurt you if he wanted to; and this realization unleashed further desires within you, to experience Hopper sexually in all ways rough and gentle.

You liked the way his facial hair tickled the skin above your lips the first time he kissed you, how it brushed over your stomach as his tongue slid down to where your legs lay spread. You liked that his mustache held the flavor of your most intimate space long after he ate you, a meal he’d enjoyed so thoroughly that his face was covered in it…

Hopper’s hips rocked smoothly over yours, your body cradled under his. His breath was moist against your shoulder, making the skin there tingle under his lips. You giggled and he lifted his head to kiss your smile, the light behind Hopper illuminating the chestnut tips of his hair, accentuating the stormy blue of his eyes, flickering off the ends of his lashes as his eyes traveled over your face again…

Everything felt as if it were happening at a speed slower than you knew reality to be. Hopper’s thrusts we’re getting harder, his breathing deeper than it had been till now. He asked where you wanted him to come, and for no reason in particular, your eyes fell to your husband. He was still sitting at the end of the bed, having removed his cock from his pants at some point, holding it in a lazy grip. You could tell he had been trying to get hard, that he wanted to get off watching you get off. As it turns out, your husband was overwhelmed with a level of self-doubt he’d never experienced until now. As much as he wanted to, he simply could not get hard, now that he knew his performance would never measure up to the one Hopper had given you that night.

You almost pitied your husband, having to sit there watching you come repeatedly on another man’s dick while his own lay flaccid against his palm. You held your husband’s gaze as you told Hopper where to come. “Inside me,” you said. Your husband’s mouth opened as if he were about to protest, but he of course stayed silent and watched as his best friend emptied himself between his wife’s legs.

Hearing the animalistic sounds Hopper made as he came shoved you over the edge again, and you experienced the roughest, most exquisite orgasm yet. Hopper held your body still against his chest as you shook through your final release. He kissed your hair and swept back the damp strands that framed your face. You realized you were crying, and felt embarrassed about it only a moment before Hopper gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, and kissed the skin they’d wet.

By the point, you’d both forgotten about your husband’s presence at the end of the bed. As Hopper played with your hair and spoke soft praises to you, your husband quietly left the room.

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Yes please.

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Joyce “I Am Looking Respectfully” Byers and Jim “Wait Did You Undress Me?!” Hopper in 3.04 The Sauna Test

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no face, no case • eren jaeger x black !fem reader

who knew that a simple picture posted on your Instagram could cause so much controversy? Oh…if only they knew the origin of it.

themes: just some nasty ass vacation/hotel sex, marriage proposal, marking (from the reader), foot play, drunk eren, back shots, overstim, slapping, choking..yktv

📝: sliding down a wall thinking about Eren and his influencer wife again like ughhh…this is just a little short drabble I’m totally not using an excuse to avoid finishing the full fic..never 🌚

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location: Santorini, Greece

not exactly the reaction you were expecting to garner for a simple photo. A mere picture like the countless hundreds of others that could be found on your instagram feed..except it wasn’t!..and granted, it was nothing for you to crack one hundred thousand in a day but this?..was for a whole other reason. Reasons that had sent your entire following and the rest of the of the internet into a frenzy. Your texts practically imploding and notifications gone off the rails.

blogs like TheShadeRoom scrambling and breaking their fingers trying to post about the salacious snapshot posted from (reader’s social media name). What photo? Just a selfie taken from a ceiling mirror of the Katikies hotel room..

swaddled by crinkled white sheets and a man with long hair, tan skin, a tattoo on his right shoulder blade with various scratches on his back as he lie on top of you. Your right hand splayed across his skin and your ring finger glistening with a giant rock.

right now, you were the number one trending topic on Twitter..timeline ablaze with speculation of who was asleep in your bed. But in a not so distant past, he was wide awake, contributing to the mess you both lie in..

one hour earlier….

“F-fuck! Baby…you fucking me so good!”

the words spilling from between your drool stained lips, head tilted backwards courtesy of his fist clutched around the Brazilian wavy bundles cascading to your thin waist. The same hand held the diamonds of his buss down AP gleaming under the dimmed lighting, kept you reigned in as he tugged (y/n) back against his cock.

each inch filling you repeatedly and only getting deeper as those strokes intensified. Your thick, plump ass bouncing off the v-line of his chiseled six pack, moving fluidly like water as he pumped you full.. “I can’t help it..this pussy ‘s good, babygirl..and you creaming on my shit too, goddamnnn.”

that whiny wail coming from none other than world renowned artist and your fiancé, Eren Jaeger. Although that last part was to remain a secret until the two of you were ready to pop out and share that with the world. For now, you were celebrating your newfound engagement with passionate, rough and filthy lovemaking.

he had flew you out to the island on a last minute, spur of the moment getaway to celebrate the release of his long awaited EP and its success. Little did you know in the midst of a toast at an intimate candlelight dinner, would he fall to one knee, brandishing a small velvet box and ask you to be his wife. Without hesitation, you accepted and now, fast forward and you were being treated like his dirty little slut!

“..and imma get to fuck you like this for the rest of my life..oh shit..” so helplessly and needy rutting his hips into your bouncing backside. That tight grip of your cunt and milky cream, thanks to a thumb resting in your asshole, slathering him made it hard to keep his composure. Oh, he was so pathetic and fucking sexy as he hovered over your body.

but he always got like this with alcohol in his system. Shots of Dusse exchanged in the hot tub had led to the dark liquor coursing your veins and bringing out your nastiest sides.

from letting him dangle your head from the edge of the mattress and sloppily fuck your throat into oblivion as you drank his cum like water or sitting atop his face and gliding your pretty pussy across his lips until he sucked your sensitive clit to a squirting climax..going for rounds and rounds to give each other insurmountable pleasure. Beating your poor little walls sore with that big dick and he still was going! Now, you were hitting your second winds and it was as if he was trying to break the bed in the process.

“Aaah! Erennn..right there, you hitting my fucking spot!…gonna make m’ come all over this dick!” hearing your sweet voice cry out like that that done nothing more than to fuel his raging fire. Roping a hand underneath your thick thighs to massage your little bud;

coffin tips of the long acrylics brushing gently against your folds. Meanwhile, he had arched your back to its highest point and began pounding that dripping heat. Your mouth cradling a fluffy pillow in front of you as tried to muffle those moans but it was to no avail.

reaching across, Eren grasped that white linen and tossed it to the floor before folding himself completely over (y/n)’s back that he proceeded to mark with light kisses. Heavy full balls slapping against your slit and making your legs quiver in the process. “Then let me hear it, baby. Tell me how good it is..who that pussy belongs to.”

there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind from the way he had you clawing at the sheets and nutting all over his shaft but something about hearing it just inflated his ego. Tugging at your throat now, he’d pull you towards him to hiss in your ear as he spanked your ass. “I said let me hear that shit, mama..don’t get quiet on me now.”

without having to repeat himself twice, you’d mutter in a choked out whimper, glaring up at him with fluttering eyes and answer: “..mmm, you daddy! This pussy yours..” satisfied and quite full of himself, your future husband smirked and pulled you into a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth where he drew out a trail of saliva when you parted.

in an almost lightning fast motion, he’d pull out slightly only to flip you over onto your back and fold your legs up; curling your thighs in his muscular, inked up arms. Both knees burrowed into the the memory foam, sinking down as he gathered his stance one more time. Gripping the shaft of that stiff cock, he’d tap the head against your messy sex..coaxing out more of that stickiness he craved. He couldn’t stop until you were pumped full of his nut either so with that, he’d push that thick length through your walls until you could feel it resting at the pit of your stomach.

emerald green eyes locked into your own as he stared down at your face, watching the reactions change by the second as he pinned you down and stuffed that tight pussy with every inch he could offer. Thrusting gently for only a second to slow his pacing. In that short minute, he’d glance down to spot your feet plastered to his chest…

a gold anklet with his initials and white painted toes planted to his skin. To quell your shaking, Eren slid them into his mouth and suckled as he continued to feed you deep strokes. Flicking his tongue over your instep and ankle as well.

“Oooh fuck…you know how much I love that shit, baby..”

There was no time for him to go slow..he couldn’t handle it right now..it felt too goddamn good. Suddenly, a slight bulge started forming at the base of your tummy near that dangling belly button ring…and you’d push him back almost immediately. Big mistake.

rather than holding those legs back, your throat became the next resting place of his large hands. His thumbs brushing the sides of your face at the same time.

“Move your hands, baby. Or I’m only gonna get deeper..don’t you dare try to keep this shit from me right now.” Sucking his teeth, trying to keep himself from coming right there but it was all but impossible when he’d begin to drum out small splashes of squirt from your little hole. It’d spasm and clamp every time he’d pull out and go back in. You couldn’t stop and he didn’t try to stop it either. Just slapping those nine inches against you to make it worse. “Squirt on that shit, baby. Don’t hold it from me..” giving you light taps to the cheek to bring you back to consciousness.

Eventually though, he couldn’t keep up either and those rhythmic strokes slowed to more sporadic ones as his larger frame fell cast over you. Digging your nails deeply into his muscular back, adding to the collection of scratches from earlier;

keeping him close while he hit his final stride. You’d squeeze at his base and it caused faint gasps to erupt in your ear. With his long brown locks gliding over you, (y/n) cupped that handsome face and pulled him into a searing kiss to help ease his mind. “..c-can’t hold it..’m gonna come, princess! I’m coming in this pussy—“ the last words he uttered before you’d feel his stroking come to an abrupt halt and along with a loud groan, his entire load was emptied into your womb.

“Mmmm…yes. Come in me, daddy..let it out.” Encouraging with sweet nothings and slow rubs to his back. He was pumping for nearly an entire minute until you felt it come to a stop and he was left an overwhelmed and overstimulated mess…completely spent and at your whim. He hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time and he couldn’t believe that this was future. Fucking this beautiful woman every night until the day he died. Exchanging kisses and breathy ‘I love you’ ‘s in a moment of passion, you’d fall into one another’s grasp and soon after, he’d fall off into slumber.

gently caressing him, you’d place a soft peck to his temple..happily thinking about the fact that he was yours forever now. And just to capture the occasion, you’d reach over for your phone, grabbing the device from the nightstand. Tilting it up, (y/n) let the camera take a couple stills of your half nude bodies. It was a night you’d cherish forever and true enough, the world wouldn’t know who was responsible for that happiness until you were full and well ready.

but a little teaser wouldn’t hurt.

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Steve refuses to tell the kids his middle name. He’s fights them off after El figures out that middle names are a thing and demands everyone to tell her if they have one. And usually when it comes to El, Steve gives in immediately. But he just knows this information will come back to bite him in the ass. So he refuses.

But then they go to Nancy trying to pry the information out of her, but she reveals that she has no idea what it is - ouch but what a relief. Next up is Robin who also reveals she has no idea, and then she joins in on trying to get it out of him.

With the girls on their side, Steve is slightly terrified, but still unwilling to give up the information. He thinks they’ll let it go… but then they’re showing up at his house suspiciously only for Steve to find out that they’re trying to find his birth certificate. That’s when Eddie gets roped into things.

And the thing about Eddie is that he’s curious of course. What could Steve’s middle name possibly be which is so horrendous he won’t even tell Robin? But he respects the man’s privacy. If he wants to keep it to himself then so be it… But Eddie wants to know.

So he starts developing his own plans - without telling the kids or the girls. He thinks getting Steve drunk or high off his ass is probably a bit too manipulative. But maybe he can gain the guy’s trust.

So he starts coming along, pretending like he’s going to help as the kids dig and dig for the information. Steve is always somehow there, even when the kids start looking through the records at the library because some of them needed a ride. But Eddie sticks with Steve, talking to him about anything other than his name - the kids are convinced that Eddie is doing a great job distracting Steve.

And maybe he is, but he slowly forgets any type of ulterior motives when he’s talking to Steve. It’s a blessing and a curse being in the presence of the man.

But then it happens. Steve casually invites Eddie to hang out sometime, and that’s exactly when Eddie will bring up the middle name thing.

When the day comes, Eddie finds himself thoroughly distracted by Steve’s thigh which is pressing against his while they watch a movie. And there’s a large space next to Steve on the couch, but he chose to sit where his is now. It’s a big deal really.

“I’m gonna grab a Coke, do you want anything?”

Eddie asks for a Coke as well, hoping it serves as something to ground him as he hangs out alone with Steve Something Harrington. That’s the moment he remembers the plan. Shit, he’s supposed to be asking him stuff that casually leads to the reveal of his middle name. Easy.

No it isn’t. How the hell is he going to… Eddie glances at the coffee table in front of them to find… Steve’s wallet. Steve’s wallet containing his driver’s license. Steve’s wallet containing his driver’s license containing his full government name.

Oh this is good. This is really good. How have the kids not managed to think of this yet?

Eddie quickly snatches the wallet, opening it to find the driver’s license in a clear pocket. Okay, time to finally learn what’s been gnawing at his brain for days now, and then he’ll never have to tell Steve about it. Ever.

He squints his eyes and reads the name. Then he rereads it. Then he rereads it again.

Steven Edward Harrington

“Edward?!” Eddie yells, cringing at the fact he’s saying his government name.

Steve races into the room, two Cokes in hand and eyes wide as can be. Eddie doesn’t even have time to hide the wallet or any evidence of what he’s been doing. Well. Shit.

“Of course you were on their side,” Steve sighs, a look of betrayal crosses his face. Eddie’s gut twists.

“No, no. Okay, I’ll admit that I was curious, but I was going to find out and just put that secret away in my brain forever. But is my name really so bad?”

Steve turns a bit red as he admits, “I wasn’t hiding it for that reason.”

“Then what are you hiding it for?”

“Because… because…” He sets the two soda cans down with a thud before blurting out, “I thought you’d be making a bigger deal out of it! I thought the kids would make jokes about me having your name. Or you would tell me something along the lines of ‘You already have my middle name, why not take me last name?’ And I was not prepared to deal with that!” Steve rushes out, a hand runs through his hair before he settles his hands on his hips.

That… definitely wasn’t what Eddie was expecting but he can’t help but flirt, “You’re putting words in my mouth, sweetheart, but I can say them if you’d like.”

Steve sighs and points at him. “Exactly that! It just makes me get feel so…”

Eddie tenses up and quietly questions, “Disgusted?”

“Flustered!” Steve replies instantly.

It takes him a moment to process, but then Eddie is standing up and making his way over to Steve with a smile. “I make Steven Edward Harrington flustered?”

Steve rolls his eyes but the small smile and blush rising to his cheeks give him away. “I’m going to change my name,” Steve states.

“And take my last name?” Eddie teases, and Steve lightly shoves at him.

“Buy me dinner first, Edward.”

“How about a kiss first?” Eddie asks with an obnoxiously large grin. It’s immediately wiped when Steve leans in, and Eddie’s eyes flutter shut.

“I’m not that easy,” Steve whispers so close that his lips brush against Eddie’s before he pulls away. “Come on, let’s finish the movie.”

When Eddie’s feet are able to move again, he finds himself sitting even closer to Steve than before, but this time Steve’s hand curling around his is the most distracting thing besides the thought that Steven Edward Munson has a nice ring to it.

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“english isn’t my first language sorry for any mistakes” —proceeds to write the most beautiful work of art ever created with grammar ten times better than an english professor

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no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

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Movie Night

Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching a porno, after some confessions you realise you could help each other out

Word Count: 5.8K

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, mentions of sex, Eddie and reader watch porn, virgin!eddie

Author's note: I know virgin!eddie has been written so many times but it is one of my favourites to read so I decided to write one of my own, I think it's turned out to be the longest fic I've written yet! Yes I did research 80s porn films for this fic, I didn't watch any of the ones mentioned but I did read their Wikipedia pages 😂

I also want to wish all of you a happy new year, thank you so much to everyone that showed love on all of my writing last year. I was hesitant to start up again but everyone has been nothing but encouraging and really helped me fall in love with an old hobby again 💕

You loved Eddie’s room, there was something so homey about it. Pictures and band posters covered almost every inch of his walls. Knick knacks and odd little trinkets scattered across his desk and cabinets along with magazines and various things that probably belong in the bin. Guitars and amps in every corner, maybe the only things in the room placed with care. Clothes lazily tossed on the carpet. It was messy sure but it was Eddie, a perfect picture of his mind. You lay on his bed with an old baseball you had plucked up from his bedside table, tossing it into the air and catching it.

Eddie was your best friend, you had spent every Friday night for the last three years over at his trailer once Wayne had left for work. The two of you would smoke, order pizza and chill out with some crappy movie from Family Video. You had graduated first try while Eddie was repeating senior year for the third time but it never affected your friendship, if anything it made you hang out with each other more since you missed seeing each other all day every day. He stayed behind for Hellfire on Fridays which often ran late, you didn’t mind though, you knew how much this club meant to Eddie. You knew where the spare key was kept so you came to the agreement that you could just let yourself in and wait for him.

Which is why you were here now, alone on his bed, trying to keep yourself entertained until his return. Your next throw was a little off, you almost tumbled off his bed as you stretched out to catch the ball and missed. It hit his bedside table and rolled underneath his bed. You groaned and shuffled yourself off the bed onto his floor. You felt around blindly knocking several things that weren’t ball shaped before giving up and sticking your head under to have a proper look. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity when you spied a stack of magazines and two or three videotapes, you immediately suspected they were porn, why else would they be hidden under his bed? You pulled out the first magazine and lo and behold you were right on the money. You smirked and started to flick through the pages, taking note of which ones seemed more crumpled than others.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what Eddie was into, you’d thought about it on multiple occasions. He might be one of your best friends but there was no denying that he was a very attractive boy. You had settled for friendship but you were certain that if he had ever tried to make a move you definitely would have let it happen. You looked through a few of the magazines but didn’t find anything too scandalous, they were pretty generic, just your average girly mags. You had always been under the impression that Eddie was into some kinky shit, sure he was a huge dork but there was something about his confidence that gave him an edge, and you were well aware of the handcuffs hanging from the wall beside his closet. You reached back further until you had hold of one of the tapes, you scoffed at the title ‘In Diana Jones and The Temple of Poon’.

“Jesus Christ Eddie,” you laughed as you stretched your arm to grab the other two.

‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ and a more normal looking one called ‘Insatiable’. You were so engrossed in reading the covers of the tapes you didn’t hear Eddie return until the trailer door slammed shut. You jumped at the noise and scrambled to shove the porn back under his bed but you weren’t quick enough. Eddie sauntered into his room and froze when he realised what you had in your lap.

“Have you been snooping?” He asked, his hand over his heart in mock insult.

His tone was teasing so you knew he wasn’t mad but part of you still felt guilty for invading his privacy.

“Yes,” you admitted. “But it was an accident, the baseball rolled under the bed I swear.”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, lips pressed into a thin line.

“It’s like nothing ever happened,” you held your hands up once the last tape had been flung back under the bed.

“I don’t care that you found my self care stash,” Eddie shrugged casually as you stood and followed him through to the front room, you pulled a face at the phrase. “But I fully expect to see yours next time I’m in your room, fair’s fair.”

“I don’t have a stash,” your preferred choice of porn came in the form of erotic novels instead of tapes but he didn’t need to know that.

“Sure you don’t,” he shot you an over-exaggerated wink to let you know he didn’t believe you and flopped himself down on the couch.

You sat down on the opposite end and changed the subject, you asked him how Hellfire went and he launched into a whole story about the campaign. You weren’t really into DnD so a lot of the time you never fully understood what Eddie was talking about but you could listen to him talk about it for hours. You loved hearing the passion in his voice and you couldn’t get over how cute he looked when his eyes lit up with excitement the way they were doing right now. It was clear how much Eddie loved Hellfire so you loved that he wanted to share parts of it with you. You asked him about school, he asked you about work, you gossiped about a few people around town and laughed as you told each other stories. A while had passed before your stomach started to rumble and Eddie suggested ordering the pizza.

“What movie did you get?” You asked as he walked over to the phone.

“I didn’t get the movie, you were supposed to get the movie,” he said, you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment.

“Nope, you definitely said you would call at Family Video on your way home from Hellfire,” you told him confidently.

“Why would I say that when I was already running late?”

“It was before you were running late.”

“Well I guess we aren’t watching a movie then,” he shrugged, you could argue back and forth all night, he knew you were both too stubborn to admit fault so he may as well cut the bickering short.

“I dunno we could always watch Erotic Nights of the Living Dead,” you joked.

He spun around with raised eyebrows and stared at you.

“Kidding,” you laughed only half telling the truth.

He scoffed and picked up the phone to order the pizza. You smoked while you waited for the food to arrive and then flicked through the channels on the tv, you had to settle for cartoons while you ate as nothing else appealed to either of you. Once you had both finished eating you cycled through the channels one more time and still found nothing.

“It’s Friday night!” You complained. “How is there not a single good thing on TV?”

Eddie stretched and blew a raspberry with his lips as he stared blankly at the soap opera currently on screen.

“I mean, we actually could watch the zombie porn?” You suggested.

“Are you serious?” He laughed with a hint of nervousness.

“Yeah,” you shrugged like it was no big deal. “I’m kinda curious, is it good?”

“No,” he laughed properly this time. “It’s fucking terrible.”

“Then why do you have it?” You questioned.

“Dunno? Also out of curiosity I guess?” He wasn’t lying, he loved horror movies so the title piqued his interest but it was probably the worst porno he’d ever watched, he didn’t even bother sticking it out to the end.

“Okay so we could watch one of the other ones then?” You countered.

“You really wanna watch porn together?” He couldn’t believe you were actually suggesting this, sure you guys were pretty close but you never discussed sex.

He didn’t have much to discuss, he was a virgin, the only stories he would have to tell you were of him and his own right hand. He knew that you weren’t a virgin but he was glad you never told him about your experiences, they would only make him jealous. He had thought about asking you out before but you seemed pretty content being his friend.

“It doesn’t have to be that big of a deal?” You shrugged again.

You didn’t even know why you were pushing this, you had been curious about the tapes but they weren’t worth making things weird between you and Eddie. Maybe you were just more stubborn than you liked to admit, you had committed to the idea now and you weren’t turning back unless he was completely against it. Eddie was staring at you with his big chocolate eyes open wide and his jaw slack with shock.

“Alright fuck it,” he matched your shrug as he hauled himself up from the couch and made his way back to his room.

Your stomach flipped with a mixture of excitement and nerves as you waited alone on the couch. He came back waving his copy of Insatiable and you bit your lip. He’d chosen the one that looked like actual porn without a funny plot you could laugh your way through if it did feel awkward. You played with your fingers in your lap while he crouched down in front of the VCR and got the tape set up. He pressed play and flopped down next to you, shuffling around to get comfy on the sofa. You didn’t miss that he had picked up one of the cushions and placed it over his lap, the thought of Eddie sitting right next to you with a raging boner had you clenching your legs together.

The film opened with a scene of a woman masturbating, you kept your gaze locked on the screen but you could see Eddie’s knee start bouncing with nervous energy out the corner of your eye. You had been watching for all of two minutes and the energy in the trailer had already turned electric. Eddie was watching you more than he was watching the TV, he focused on the subtle changes in your facial expressions, the way your mouth formed a soft oh as you watched the woman pumping her perfectly manicured fingers in and out of her pussy. He took note of the way your chest was rising and falling a little faster, the way your hips were shifting ever so slightly. This was turning you on. Which in turn made Eddie’s cock strain even more painfully against his zipper than it already would have done.

The scene had now switched to two women eating each other out. Eddie was in hell. He was desperate to undo his jeans just to give himself a tiny bit of relief. Your expression had changed to one he couldn’t quite read, you still looked like you were into it but your brows were knitted together in a slight frown.

“You okay?” Eddie choked, immediately embarrassed by how raspy his voice sounded.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, still not taking your eyes off the tv. “I was just wondering what it felt like, you know, guys don’t actually like doing that.”

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “No one’s ever gone down on you?”

“Nope,” you sighed, you hadn’t slept with many people but of the ones you had you didn’t have much luck, they were all pretty selfish lovers. “I suggested it a few times but none of them were into it.”

“Pussies,” Eddie scoffed.

“Do you do it?” You questioned, your voice had risen in pitch as the image of his messy curls buried between your legs flashed through your mind.

Shit. He walked himself right into that one. Eddie would love to eat pussy, he’d just never been given the chance. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he tried to think of a quick response.

“Eddie? Are you okay?” You asked at his silence.

“Yep, yep, I just uh-“ he huffed a laugh nervously. “I’ve never done it either, I’ve never done anything actually.”

“What?” Your attention was completely off the film now as you turned your entire body in your seat to face Eddie. “You’re still a virgin?”

Eddie felt his face flaming with embarrassment at your words. He knew this whole thing was a fucking stupid idea.

“Not by choice,” he snapped, a little hurt when he misread your shock for you poking fun at him.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, not at all,” you assured him scooting closer to him so you could place a comforting hand on his forearm, he tightened his grip on the cushion still hiding his erection. “I’m just surprised because, well - have you seen you?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and wondered what you meant by that.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re hot,” you stated plainly.

“You’ve been out in public with me,” he laughed. “Girls actively move out of the way to avoid me.”

They did, you had seen it and you hated it. It had nothing to do with his looks though, it was the false “devil worshipping” rumours that had spread around like wildfire. You couldn’t believe you still lived in a town where 90% of the population were complete morons.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”

“Okay,” he scoffed. “Even so, no one is lining up to fuck the town freak.”

“Don’t,” you told him sternly, you had made it a habit to chastise him anytime he referred to himself by the title he’d been unfairly burdened with. “Don’t call yourself that.”

He gave you a sad smile and placed his hand over yours, giving your fingers a grateful squeeze. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds echoing through the trailer were the moans coming from the tv. It was very distracting during what was supposed to be a tender moment and you couldn’t help bursting into a fit of laughter, only making it worse when you chanced a look at the screen to see the main woman now giving a blow job to what looked like a delivery man. Eddie joined you in your laughter at the ridiculous situation you had ended up in until you were clutching your stomach for air. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your laughs died down to soft giggles, his shaky shoulder jostling your head every now and again.

“I wonder what it feels like too,” he blurted out suddenly.

You lifted your head to look at him in question, he jutted his chin towards the screen where the woman was currently gagging on the man’s cock.

“Oh,” you breathed, your mind racing as you saw the opportunity to finally make your move.

Little did you know Eddie’s head was in exactly the same place. The amount of times he’d dreamed of even just kissing you, he’d never felt like he had the chance to explore his feelings for you deeper but weirdly enough this bizarre idea you had created the perfect opening. He sucked in a shaky breath and prepared to shoot his shot.

“Here’s a crazy idea,” he started. “Just tell me to shut up if I’m getting the wrong vibe here.”

Your insides fluttered as you realised he was about to suggest exactly the same thing you were.

“We both wanna know what it feels like,” you finished for him. “We could help each other out.”

“You don’t have to-“ he stuttered before he started rambling. “I mean I really wanna eat you out, if you’ll let me, but I don’t expect you to suck my dick if you don’t wa-“

“Of course I want to you beautiful idiot,” you cut him off placing a hand over his mouth to make him stop talking, you felt him smile against your palm.

You removed your hand and shuffled even closer until you were almost sat in his lap, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you head on.

“Do you wanna kiss first?” He asked hesitantly.

God. He thought scolding himself. Why do you sound so awkward you’ve wanted this for years.

“Of course,” you giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mere.”

You placed your palms on either side of his face and pulled him towards your lips. It was slow and gentle at first, curious as you got a feel for one another. His lips were warm and soft, just as you’d always imagined them. The kiss deepened when you felt him tease your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, you granted him access, the wet muscle with your own. His hands which had at first been twisting in his lap awkwardly found purchase on your thighs, squeezing the doughy flesh there, you grinned against his lips when he released a soft sigh of content. He pulled back ever so slightly to give you both the chance to breathe a little, staying close enough for the tips of your noses to still be brushing.

“Does it feel weird?” He asked, his hot breath fanning delicately over your skin.

“Yes,” you nodded with another giggle.

“You wanna stop?” He asked a little dejected, not expecting your answer, to him kissing you felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck no,” you dived straight back in for his lips, smothering him with a fierce kiss that had him inhaling a sharp moan, the sound sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

You took your time lazily tasting one another, your hands ended up tangled in his messy locks, nails digging into his scalp which only spurred on his intensity. He still had the cushion covering his lap which was the only thing stopping you from straddling him and grinding against what you knew he was trying to conceal. Not that it mattered now, you’d be more disappointed if he wasn’t hard at this point. A loud, guttural moan from the tv tore your attention away from one another, you looked to see the woman on screen now being fucked over a snooker table by two guys at once.

“Can we turn this shit off now?” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“Oh yeah,” you agreed, sliding from the sofa.

You fiddled with the button on the VCR until the screen went black. You stood and turned around gasping when you bumped into Eddie who’d walked right up behind you.

“Sorry,” he laughed softly, taking you by the elbows and chasing your lips with his again.

It was so gentle it made you light headed, when he took a step forward and you felt his very prominent erection digging into your lower stomach you whimpered into his mouth. He was desperate to make you make that sound again. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, never breaking the contact he walked you backwards towards his bedroom.

The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and you squealed as you fell backwards. He attached his mouth to your jaw, following your movements as you shuffled to lay back against his pillows. He gripped your chin and tilted your head back, lazily sucking a messy trail down your throat and across your collarbones. He rocked his hips into yours and you both gasped at the delicious friction.

“You first okay?” He mumbled against your skin as he sucked a bruise onto the tender skin just below your ear. “S’probably gonna be over pretty quickly for me.”

He laughed but you could hear the insecurity in his tone. You stroked his face and placed a peck against his temple.

“You know that’s okay right?” You assured him. “It’s actually kinda sexy.”

He pulled a face that said you were full of shit.

“I’m serious!” You promised. “Knowing that I made you feel so good that you just couldn’t hold back, hotter than most guys think.”

“If you say so,” he smiled, thinking you were just trying to make him feel better.

He pushed your shirt up to pepper kisses across the soft expanse of your stomach, licking the spot just above the button of your jeans. His fingers fumbled with the button and he worked to remove them, feeling a sudden rush of timidity you covered his hands with your own.

“Can we like, undress together?” You asked. “At the same time?”

“Sure, yeah sure,” he nodded, leaning back on his heels.

His shirt was the first to go. Then yours. Next was his jeans, the clinking of his belt buckle made your mouth go dry, his cock sprang forward as he pushed the denim down over his ass, your eyes widened at the sizable tent in his blue boxers, a darker spot visible that was wet with his precum.

“Your turn,” he laughed snapping you out of your trance, you had been staring.

“Yeah,” you nodded, pushing your own jeans down over your legs.

Once you had tossed them to the carpet beside you he wasted no time kissing you senseless, pushing you back against his mattress. This was a whole different feeling, his warm, soft skin pressed against yours. The outline of his dick so much more apparent now there was only the two thin layers of your underwear separating you. You whined and swallowed each others moans as you got lost in the tangled limbs of the other. He palmed your breast over the cup of your bra before pulling back a panting, desperate mess.

“Can I take this off?” He pleaded pulling at the strap.

You arched your back and reached behind you to undo the clasp quickly. You ripped it down your arms and tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your clothes. Eddie stared down in awe at your bare chest, he had pictured what you looked like naked countless times but none of them compared to the real thing. You were fucking perfect.

“Eds?” You asked, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes still trained on your chest.

If he was this hypnotised by your tits what would he be like when his face was buried in your pussy. He rested his palms on either side of your waist, brushing his hands upwards over the delicate skin of your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand. He leaned down for more kisses as he kneaded and pinched your sensitive nipples. He moaned softly into your mouth and it made a deep ache settle between your legs.

“Eddie please,” you whispered with a roll of your hips.

He grunted at the friction against his leaking cock, his name had never sounded so beautiful leaving your lips. He kissed his way quickly down the valley between your breasts and along your soft stomach before he inched back on the bed, his face now level with your clothed cunt.

“Oh fuck,” he sighed as he eyed the big wet patch that had soaked through the material of your cotton panties. “Did I make you this wet or were you just really enjoying the film?”

You leaned up on your elbows and smiled down at him, whether he was joking or not he really had no idea the effect he had on you.

“You,” your heart skipped at the flash of pride that crossed his face. “All you.”

He took a minute to run his middle finger up and down the wet patch, your hips shifting of their own accord every time he bumped over your clit. You soon became impatient and lifted your hips to rid yourself of your panties, Eddie’s fingers met yours as he reached to pull them the rest of the way down your legs. His cock twitched in his boxers when he laid his eyes on your bare pussy for the first time. He gawked in awe at the pretty pink folds swollen and glistening with your arousal, he was almost drooling when he snapped himself out of his trance once again.

“Promise if it’s bad you’ll stop me?” His voice laced with self doubt, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across the skin on your thighs.

“I won’t stop you,” you reached down to stroke under his chin forcing him to look up at you. “I’ll guide you, forget everything about that film and just do what feels natural.”

“‘Kay,” he nodded, he tipped his chin to press a thankful peck against the palm of your hand. “Ready?”

“Mmhmm,” your sigh comes out trembling from the anticipation as you lay back against the pillows.

He slid his arms beneath your thighs so your legs were over his shoulders where he lay. The first touch was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across your clit but it made you whimper still. His eyes fluttered shut as he explored you, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from your reactions. Your hands flew down to tangle in his hair when he shook his head back and forth between your legs, the soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He moaned into you as your nails raked across his scalp and the vibrations caused you to gasp and buck your hips into him.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” he pulled away panting, his chin shiny with your slick. “You taste so fucking good.”

He pressed his thumb against your clit, fumbling through a couple of misses at first until you threw your head back against his pillow and whined. He focused on the spot that had caused you to make that noise and rubbed small fast circles, your hips wiggled against his touch until he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked hard. He ran his middle and ring fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before plunging the digits inside you. You winced a little as his movements started as harsh jabbing motions and he immediately noticed your discomfort.

“Like this,” you showed him how to curl his fingers in a come hither motion.

He was a fast learner, once he was using his fingers the way you had shown him it didn’t take long for him to find your g-spot. His tongue lapped at your clit as he carried on working his fingers inside of you, your back arched off the bed as you felt the heat of your impending orgasm build faster and faster. Eddie could tell you were close, the way you were grinding yourself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mattress. If you didn’t finish soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and then he really would want the ground to swallow him up.

“Eddie,” you whimpered as your grip on his locks tightened. “Eddie, feels so good.”

He growled into you when you said his name, it was one of the best fucking sounds you had ever heard in your life. A few more flicks of his tongue and a stroke against your spot and the dam broke. You cried out as your hips writhed against his face, Eddie tightened the grip he had on one of your thighs to hold you down to him. He didn’t relax his strokes until you were a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as you became overstimulated.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”

You were whimpering his name, he pulled his lips away and gazed up at you with glassy, lust blown eyes. He had a proud smirk pulling at his lips, his fingers still moving inside of you lazily. He grinned when he pulled them out of you and examined the slick coating the digits.

“Was I okay?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, his earlier doubt well and truly washed away, he felt the intensity at which you clenched around his fingers when you came.

“Very, very, very much okay,” you laughed breathlessly. “More than okay Eds you’re fucking amazing.”

He laughed with you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks at your praise. He shifted to his knees and groaned at the ache in his cock, the tiny movement alone almost pushing him to the edge. Fuck he thought. Your eyes widened as you looked at the precum stain on his boxer which has almost tripled in size since before he went down on you. You rose to your knees and crawled towards him. You pulled his face towards you for a searing kiss, your tongue gliding against his own so you could get a taste of yourself. You reached down ever so lightly to run your fingers up his cock from base to tip. He whined into your mouth and bucked forward.

“Fuck, fuck don’t do that, sorry” he panted. “‘M so close already and you haven’t even touched me.”

The desperation in his voice was making you melt. You gave him a peck on the tip of his nose and encouraged him to lie back where you had been against the pillows. You pulled his boxers over his hips and watched as his cock sprang free slapping against his stomach. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open as you stared at his full length. You had thought it was cute but funny the way he had been staring at you earlier but you were certainly mimicking his expression right now. You had never thought that a dick looked pretty before but christ Eddie was fucking beautiful.

You had an idea that he was big from when he was grinding against you but actually seeing him was a whole other thing. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everything else about Eddie was so goddamn perfect why wouldn’t his dick be too. The shaft was long and velvety, a few delicate veins showed faintly beneath the skin, the bulb of his sticky, red tip blotted with precum that leaked just below his navel. He was starting to get nervous again the longer you didn’t speak. He hugged his arms to himself praying for you to just make a move, any move.

“What?” He muttered so quietly. “It’s not weird or anything is it?”

His voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at his blotchy cheeks, wide brown orbs full of worry and you were overcome with the need to kiss him again. You launched forward and attacked his lips with your own, swallowing his gasp of surprise.

“No,” you said in between kisses. “Not weird - just so - fucking pretty.”

You feel the stiff press of his erection against your ass as you continue to make out with him, the leaking tip smearing wet streaks across your skin as he bucked against you.

“Please - sweetheart,” he croaked against your lips. “Begging you.”

You showed him mercy and pulled away from his lips, open mouthed kisses now trailing down his chest and abdomen until you reached his painfully swollen cock. You decided not to tease him any longer, you didn’t think he’d be able to take it.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eddie cried, the palms digging into his eye sockets as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, your hand jerking the silky smooth base. “Fu- baby, feels so goo- gonna make me cum.”

The way he was choking on his words was adorable. You open your throat and bob your head within a centimetre of your gag reflex. Up and down, up and down your lips become a mess of precum and spit, his hips jarring upward to drive himself deeper into your mouth. You feel his thighs shiver beneath where your forearms are resting, he’s so close you can tell. You cup his sack gently with your free hand and take him to the back of your throat with a quiet gag. Eddie’s orgasm rushed over him so violently he didn’t have a chance to pull you away.

You choke a little as a thick, hot spurts of his cum paint the back of your throat. You compose yourself and swallow him down, allowing the rest to rope across your tongue. Eddie whimpers incoherently while he combs his fingers through your hair, his hips still rocking as he humped your face through his release. You breathed harshly through your nose as you focused on taking him all down. He shudders as you give him a squeeze to lap up the remainder of cum before you release him with a pop, the back of your hand wiping the drool from the corners of your lips. His feeling of bliss quickly turns to humiliation as he realised all of that can’t have lasted more than 2 minutes. He threw his arms across his eyes, terrified of looking down at you and seeing disappointment.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “Fuck - Couldn’t hold it back, you just felt so good.”

Oh Eddie. Sweet Eddie.

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay,” you whispered against his skin as you kissed your way up his body.

You peppered your lips over every inch of his forearms in an attempt to coax them away from his face. When that wasn’t working you slipped your hands into his own and yanked them away, your forehead falling forward to press against his.

“It’s okay,” you assured him softly.

He leaned into your touch, his fingers intertwining with your own.

“Thank you,” he simply said. “Not just for making me feel better but for even agreeing to this.”

“Eddie, you seriously think I wouldn’t want this?”

His brows knit together with an anxious look that said yes, he absolutely thought there was a chance you’d say no to this.

“Well, put it this way,” you placed his hands on your hips while you reached yours up to cup his face. “If you want to give me your virginity, you know fully, I’d be more than honoured to take it.”

“Are you serious?” He chuckled breathlessly in joyful disbelief when you nodded with a grin. “When?”

“Whenever you want,” you laughed at his eagerness. “I know you already have condoms in that draw.”

“Oh so you do snoop,” he accused playfully, tightening his grip on your hips to flip your positions.

“Sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he started to mouth at your neck, his hips slowly starting to rock against yours once again. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be good to go.”

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