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You Can't Go Home Again

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 8.1K Words

Hawkins, Indiana - 2006. Reader and Eddie are both 40. The Reader has a 19 year old daughter that is mentioned.

Summary: You're both in town for a funeral. This is a love story.

Contains smut, death, love, booze, and weed. Just like all the best things in life, you take the good with the bad or your ass misses out.

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You can’t go home again. Or so you’ve been told. Yet here you are, zooming down the familiar stretch of highway that leads back to that place. You turn the thought over in your mind while your hand surfs against the wind outside of your car window. You aren’t going home, not really. Hawkins isn’t your home anymore. It hasn’t been since you pulled out of your parents’ driveway over a decade ago.

At least he had the common decency to die as the leaves started changing color, you think to yourself while your hand surfs in the wind outside your open window. The view is really spectacular. The trees look like they’re on fire as the sun begins to dip below the canopy. Indiana is flatland, but it’s still pretty in its own way. Wide open, it bares itself to you. It is what it is. There are no hills to hide behind. Not in these parts, anyway.

As you cross the county line, you flip on the radio and tune to the local country station. Might as well acclimate, you think, but really, you’re happy to hear Bonnie Raitt’s bluesy voice as you pull off the highway. She’s singing about how she can’t make someone love her, and you hold up an imaginary glass to toast the sentiment. That’s something you’ve learned the hard way.

I’ll close my eyes, then I won’t see.

The love you don’t feel when you’re holding me.

You don’t realize a tear has escaped your eye until you feel it rolling down your cheek. You wipe it away angrily and wonder when every little thing will stop making the tears come. It doesn’t matter, not right now. Not this week. Tears are appropriate for a funeral, and it’s what everyone will expect to see from you. Even if they’re borrowed tears.

At the stop sign at the corner of Elm and Maple you sit longer than the 3 seconds required by law. It’s not until a BMW pulls up behind that you push up the indicator to hook a right. As you pass by the entrance to Forrest Hills, Deanna Carter is singing about Strawberry Wine and being 17. You can feel heat rising in your cheeks when you let your own memories flit across your mind. It’s true, the hot July moon really did see everything the summer of 1985.

You chuckle at yourself and turn the wheel, left this time. The old motel is up on the right, just at the Hawkins line. You’ve spent too much of your life thinking about a time that only existed for a moment. And it doesn’t matter anyway, because despite all of the daydreams you’ve had about running into him throughout the years, it’s never happened. And you’ve never taken the time to look. You’ve only seen him in your dreams, and what a delight that’s been.

The gravel crunches under your tires, and the feeling that something’s been forgotten rises like a wave. Every couple of hours, it comes unbidden. No, you haven’t forgotten her, she’s in her new apartment on the other side of town from your own. Right now, she’s probably out to dinner with Janey. It’s discount movie night, and that’s something every college student knows to take advantage of. You’re not forgetting her, but her absence leaves a hole that can only be filled with anxiety. It’s something no one really tells you, something that you wouldn’t be able to understand from words alone - your children are a piece of yourself that moves freely in the world. The further you move from them, the deeper the cut.

You’ve already decided you’ll try to call tonight, hoping against hope that she’s still at her place when you ring in. Hearing her voice will fill you a little, and maybe at least make sleep easier. Maddy told you she’d miss you, and you know that’s true. It’s a good thing to hear each other every day, even if it’s only for a moment.

When you come around a wide curve in the road, you’re pleased to see that the bar next to the motel is still standing, and that the lights are on. You’re getting drunk tonight. Why not? For the first time in a long time, you’re only accountable for yourself. Hawkins can swallow you up for the week, and no one outside of this place will see it. And then you’ll never step foot into Indiana again.

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It’s stupid, and he knows it. He hasn’t been back here in years, and the only reason he’s doing this is because he liked the old guy. Wayne taught him to respect that. To show up for the family. Always go to the funeral, he’d told him, it eases the pain for the loved ones and makes ‘em remember there were people in the world that gave a shit about ‘em. When Eddie was a kid, he remembered how it felt to look out into the church and see so many faces with tears in their eyes. He remembered thinking that it was important that so many people turned out to say goodbye to his Mama, even if they were people that he never got to know outside of that mourning space. Wayne was right, it does matter. It does help. And he’s showing up, even if the thought of seeing you makes his stomach dip and his heartbeat faster.

It’s not about you, you fucking idiot. The words have been surfacing in his mind over and over this last week. It’s not about him, and he knows that. At least, his brain knows that, but there’s a place deep inside of him that can’t help but think about the possibility of something. Of what? Well, if he thinks too hard about it, his dick takes over. There have been many times over the years that Eddie let his mind wander back to his 18th summer, when the heat of your bodies rivaled the heat of the sun beating down on the two of you. Many times he’s touched himself, trying to find the right way to move his fingers to replicate the way your hands felt on him. He’s ashamed of it. He tries not to think about it, but the news of the funeral seems to have lit that spark inside of him again, just as he thought the old smoldering embers were finally snuffed out.

He told Wayne he’d be driving up for the services, hoping the old guy would be able to bring the rambler to meet him in Hawkins. It would save him the cost of a motel room, and the death of the old man’s friend is an unwelcome reminder that everything comes to an end eventually. But Wayne isn’t going to make it. Eddie should’ve known. As much as Wayne taught him about being there for the family, Wayne was closer to Jim than his blood ever was. Especially you. Wayne would be the first to admit that Jim made his bed, and now he’ll spend his eternal rest in it. Wayne will mourn in his own way, he’ll come down when no one knows he’s there to pour one out on his buddy’s grave. That’s alright. It’s how Jim would want it. The funeral will be a farce. People saying goodbye to an old bastard that no one really liked.

When Eddie passes the southerly Indiana border, his ass really starts to get sore. He should’ve flown in and rented a car. He’s getting too old for these long bike rides, and the Indian’s seat isn’t made for this kind of trip. He’s never seen the need to replace the warehouse installed seat, his daily commutes to the construction trailer are short, and he takes a work truck out to the job sites. Maybe it’s time to think about investing in a vehicle that allows for a little more comfort. His ass is only going to spread more from here on out. Turning 30 was like hitting a brick wall, all the years of fun have finally caught up. Now that he’s passed the 40-year mark, every day is a new opportunity to feel aches in parts of his body he never thought about in his younger years. Sometimes he would swear that he could feel his small intestine groan when he caught a whiff of something greasy. And sometimes he can’t go through the night without having to hop out of bed to take a piss. The most obvious reminder for Eddie is looking in the mirror and seeing the way his old tattoos have turned gray over the years, especially his beloved bats. Working outside in the sun has made them fade, and no amount of touch ups can bring them back to their former glory. Sometimes he thinks about you running your fingers over them, the way you ran them along the outline of the wings.

Time passes, and tattoos fade like memories. He knows too. He got to watch Wayne age, see the lines dig deeper and deeper into his face while he made sure Eddie kept a roof over his head. It’s amazing for him to think about the old guy, not really as old as he used to think. Eddie’s got more years than Wayne did back in those days. Close enough to be brothers more than father and son, but neither of them got a choice when it was time for his own Mama to go into the ground. The only one choosing in those days was Al, and every decision was a wrong one.

Eddie hates coming back to Hawkins, it stirs up the old shit he doesn’t think about anymore. It’s easier to see those times through rose colored glasses when he isn’t smack dab in the middle of the town that cut him so deeply in so many different ways. But he’s showing up. He’s doing this thing because it’s right. It has nothing to do with the minute possibility that he might get to find out how the years have treated you. Especially since he knows how you left Hawkins. But time does heal. Eddie’s proof of that.

—

The roadside motel is in better shape than you expect, so you strike your mental chalkboard on the pro side. At least you have a clean bed to sleep in for the next 6 nights. At least you won’t be forced to sleep on Uncle Jim’s couch. You think about what it will feel like being in his little shack. You think about how his own kids won’t show up to sift through his shit belongings to pull out any hidden treasures before the bank throws it all in the dumpster. You’re doing this thing for your father, because he asked you to. You need to make sure the stuff that ended up with Jim when your grandma died doesn’t get lost forever. No cash value to any of it, but it’s worth something to your dad, and he can’t face the ghost of his brother. Not even for his mother’s wedding band, or the family bible.

Your first thought when you opened the door to your home for the week was that you could still smell the faint scent of bleach hanging in the air. Good. These kinds of places have more personality, but it’s always a roll of the dice about cleanliness. The bed is soft, and the comforter smells of Snuggle. Also good. The scent is nostalgic, you can feel the muscles in your shoulders relax. You’ll be able to sleep here. You think that’s exactly what you’ll do. The heavy shades are drawn, so it’s full dark and quiet. You’ve got the room at that butts against the woods, but it doesn’t matter anyway, your car is the only one in the small parking lot tonight.

You’re sinking deeper into the mattress, and you begin to float away. You sit on the edge of sleep, about to topple over it when your ears begin to register a distant sound growing closer. It’s a purr that grows into a deep growling rumble. You stumble to your feet to peek your head out from behind your curtain. It’s full dark now, but the orange glow of the lights at each door along the row of rooms illuminates the parking lot enough for you to see the bike and its rider. Leather clad, head to toe, he’s wearing a small bucket helmet - the kind your daddy used to say they’d have to scoop your brains out of if you wrecked - and sunglasses. You watch him make his way to the door next to your own and let himself inside.

Well, you can think of a worse neighbor to have. At least you know you’re not alone out here. Maybe you’ll make a friend while you’re stuck in the hell that is Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe he'll let you bum a smoke or two.

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You think about your call to Maddy while you walk down the street to the Hideout. She’s fine. All good. She got her new set of pots and pans from the big Sears out at the mall, and she didn't even need your help picking them out. Her dad did a good job. You’re happy for her. A girl doesn’t forget her first move away from home, and you suspect she's more nervous than she's been letting on. You can almost feel the butterflies beat in your own belly at the thought of rent checks and overtime while making it to class every morning. You hope she knows she can talk to you about it. You hope she remembers that you promised to help her if she gets into any jams. Maybe. Maybe not. She deserves to keep her secrets if it's how she wants to go about life. You'll be there either way.

Before you even open the door to the bar, you can smell the smoke and booze wafting through the cracks. That’s perfect. It’s why you’re here. You look down at your black jeans and smile. It took a few good jumps to get into, but your ass looks fantastic in them. You think you might even manage to get a drink out of someone, as long as the clientele is the same as it was when you were here last. Tammy Wynette is coming through the speakers of the jukebox, and the old curtains are pulled across the jury-rigged stage at the back. No band tonight. Just a couple of old drunks passing time at the sticky counter. You take the stool at the end, back facing the door, and think about what song you’ll choose for the room.

“Hello, ma'am,” a bright eyed 20 something from behind the bar greets you as you shift your weight to get comfortable on the cracked cushion under your ass. Ma’am. You decide to let that one slide and give him a big smile. “What can I get for you?”

“Oh, I think I’d like a whiskey sour, kind sir.” The words escape your lips without much thought. You haven’t had one in ages. Possibly the last time you had a drink as sweet as a whiskey sour was in this very bar. It wasn’t hard to get served with Big Dave behind the bar, especially when Eddie and the boys played.

The boy nods at you and gets to work on your drink. You see him flip through a rolodex of cards hidden under the bar, cheat sheets. He likely spends his nights pouring pitchers of Budweiser, rarely having to figure out how to make mixed drinks. Especially when the customers are good ole boys between the ages of 35 and 70. Even back in your day, the girls only showed up when there were boys their own age on the stage. You wonder if Bev is around somewhere. If she’s still kicking. The way the place still feels the same as it did back in '84 tells you she's still the owner of this shit stain of an establishment. But it's her shit stain, and good for her.

The bartender sets the glass in front of you with a cocktail napkin under it, fancy, and you feel a draft when the door at your back swings open. The drink isn’t bad, but you wouldn’t know if it was wrong. You don’t do mixed drinks. You’re a neat bourbon drinker. The sweet liquor does what it’s meant to, because you swear you can almost smell something familiar from the past as a figure goes past you. Like smoke and Old Spice with a hint of weed. This place is full of ghosts, you think, returning your focus back to glass coated in ice sweat.

“Hey, man. Three Wise Men and 3 fingers of Jim Beam.” The voice of the newcomer at the bar makes your head snap up. You watch his profile for a second. You see his hand disappear inside his jacket and come out with a pack of Camels. With a flick of his Zippo, his face is illuminated by the glow of the flame. You’ve seen it so many times, but even from this distance you catch sight of the creases that didn’t exist the last time you saw him. You wonder if you really did fall asleep if you’re really back in your motel room having one of your dreams again. The too sweet liquor on your tongue is real, and so must Eddie Munson be real.

You can’t peel your eyes from him, so you don’t try. You keep your gaze fixed to his face and wait for him to notice you. There are no words in you, and you’re afraid your legs will buckle if you try to stand up and walk over to him. You look at his hand, black lines decorate his knuckles. The ring on his left hand is silver, and you’re happy to see it sit on his middle finger. You banish the thought and break your gaze for a second to shake your stupid head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie’s voice echoes through the room, and everyone looks at him, even the drunk in the corner that can barely keep his head up. “Jesus Christ.”

Blood rushes to your head as he stands and makes his way over to you. Your heart is in your throat. You’d refused to let yourself believe that seeing Eddie this week was anything more than just a fleeting fantasy. The same fantasy that’s been playing through your mind for years. Pinch yourself, you fool. Too late, you’re standing on wobbly legs and giving him the kind of awkward hug reserved for old classmates - and apparently old lovers.

You break apart slowly, and sink down into your barstools, eyes never breaking contact. You think if you look away right now, he might turn into smoke and escape through the air vents. Your hands are on your lap, body still turned towards Eddie, Eddie Munson, and you pinch the skin between your thumb and index finger on your left hand until it hurts. This is real.

You’re both brought out of your shared reverie when the kid behind the bar slides Eddie’s drinks down to his new spot, along with the ashtray holding his still smoldering cigarette. Without a thought in your head, you pick it up and take a long drag before pinching it between your fingers to hand it back to him, filter out.

“So.” You exhale smoke through the word and let it hang for a second while Eddie brings the filter to his lips. The smoke of a kiss between the two of you hangs heavy in the air. “Eddie Munson, what brings you here tonight? Is Corroded Coffing playing a set later?”

Eddie’s crooked grin sits on his lips the same as it ever has, but it’s complemented by more fine lines at the corners of his eyes. You think it would be something to run a finger along them and feel the texture of his skin there.

“You know, I had this-” Eddie shakes his head and makes a noise like a huff of incredulity at what he hasn’t even said yet, “-I had this idea that I might see you here tonight. I’m sorry about Jim.”

“Oh,” you can’t hide the surprise on your face. The sudden presence of Eddie has scrubbed your mind clean of your purpose in Hawkins this week. Uncle Jim is dead. You try for a small frown, but decide against it and say, “yeah. I’m here for the funeral. Also, I promised my dad to go through the house before everything ends up at the dump.”

Eddie nods. His eyes dart across your face and then down to your hands. You’re suddenly very aware of the way your ring finger on your left hand still holds the indent of a band that’s been missing for months now. You think it may never truly leave you. You wonder if he’s seen it.

“Well, I think this is fate.” Eddie slaps his hand down on the bar, still as sticky as ever, and waves over the bartender that’s drying a glass with a bar towel. He turns back to you and says, “We’re drinking to that old bastard tonight.”

—

“Do you remember,” Eddie’s voice is too loud, but the only person left in the bar other than the two of you is a drunk with his head resting on the counter. He doesn’t seem bothered enough to lift his head, “breaking into the abandoned warehouse? Oh god, you were shaking like a leaf ‘Eddie, we should leave. What if someone’s hiding out in here?’” Eddie’s impersonation of your 18-year-old voice is both insulting and wildly inaccurate.

“You fucking asshole, you were the one that hauled ass out of there when a squirrel crawled out from under a desk. The noise you made,” you snort at the memory, “you sounded like my mom that time she found a dead mouse in her sugar dish.”

“That little fucker went straight for me, you can’t deny it.” Eddie’s finger is pointed directly between your eyes in an accusation. On instinct, you grab it with your fist and twist his arm. This is an old routine, one that the two of you had down pat all those years ago. Except now, Eddie’s a lot stronger, and he’s able to twist his arm back. You find your wrist in his strong grip, and you have no idea how it got there.

This is when you notice it. This is Eddie in front of you, but he’s not a boy. It’s not just your body that’s changed since the last time you were together. With his jacket thrown on the stool beside him, his forearms are bare before you. Sinful. Old ink and new, black lines and gray. But right now, it’s the flexed muscle that’s caught your eye. Oh, to be held by him.

The laughter in your chest dies and Eddie releases you. He waves the bartender down before he can call out a last call. One more round for the road, and you’re wishing you had a way to freeze this moment in time and keep him here.

But you can’t, so you take your final shots and hug each other. Jackets are thrown over shoulders, and you make your way side by side to the door.

“I’m staying at the motel on the corner. You should stop by sometime, I’ll be here all week.” You shove your shoulder into Eddie’s playfully and find that the booze has made your feet a little unstable. He puts an arm around you to keep you from stumbling.

“Well, let me walk you home then.” His arm doesn’t leave your side. You’re both hyper aware of the way his thumb strokes against the patch of soft exposed skin at your waist while you wander up the sidewalk, a little zig zag to your movements.

It’s been a night of sharing memories with no talk of the present. No acknowledgement of that indent on your finger where a ring lived for so long. You let yourself drink in the cool autumn air with Eddie’s arms holding you close to him. You let yourself feel held by him. You let yourself imagine that maybe this is real, and you let a sliver of moonlight pierce the darkness you’ve been hiding yourself in for these long months.

“This is my stop.” You pull away and lean your back against the door to your room at the end of rooms that line the facade of the old motel. It’s dark out, and the pale orange glow of the light above the door frame does little more than cast shadows across Eddie’s face. He could be mistaken for that boy if not for the way his shoulders stand wider than you remember. “Will you come in, Eddie?”

He tastes like whisky and smoke, and that’s just how you remember him. Gods, his mouth. His tongue moves swiftly across your lips, and your knees begin to sink. Those strong arms hold you up, they keep you in your spot so he can take his fill. This is the kind of kiss, one that makes you weak in the knees, that you thought was a thing that only existed in your past.

“So, yes?” You break apart from his kiss and rest your head in his chest to catch your breath.

“Yes, please.” Eddie kisses the top of your head and breathes in your hair before spinning you around to face the door. “Open the door, Sweetheart.”

The clicking of the door, and the snap of the deadbolt. Those things are clear, the anticipation of what comes next makes you laser focused on the feel of the metal under your fingers. And then it’s a flurry of mouths and hands. Teeth clicking, noses bumping. A stumble over a shoe in your shared path. You fall to the bed in a heap, it’s surprising how many articles of clothes have been discarded in the short distance between door and mattress.

“Is this real, or am I dreaming?” Eddie whispers into your neck, hot breath on the spot that he remembers makes you keen. His teeth test the skin, and you reward him with a gasp and a roll of your hips. “Fuck, I don’t care if I wake in a mess like a teenager. If this is a dream, I never want to leave it.”

You’d forgotten the way Eddie uses his words, but your body remembers the steps. Fingers waltz along your wider curves, they’re a quick study and map out the places that make you whine. Make you catch your breath. This is what he thinks about so often, the way you get lost under his touch. Your trust in him is still alive, and his need reaches a fever pitch.

“Eddie, please.” It’s all you can say, but it’s enough to snap Eddie out of his reverie. His hands are stroking the valley at your chest while his cock throbs against the cotton fabric of his boxers, hypnotized by the way your skin gives under the pressure of his fingers.

As above, so below. Hot mouths reach into one another as he spreads your legs and sinks his length into your heat. For a fleeting moment, it's a perfect union of bodies. Two as one. You need your breath as he reaches deeper inside you. He rests his forehead on yours and snaps harder into you. His open mouth takes the groans that leave you as he hits that tender and hard to reach place inside.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You feel so good.” Eddie’s words float around your face as you reach your peak. It’s the words, not the ecstasy, which draw the tears from your eyes. Beautiful. You believe him, how could you not? You want to tell him that he’s beautiful, because he is. Instead you wrap your arms around him and kiss him while he cums. The last rocks of his hips move in rhythm with the languid kisses you share.

—-

You wake in the morning to find crumpled sheets in the space that was occupied by Eddie Munson as you drifted off to sleep. It really was a dream, you think, but the stickiness between your thighs tells you that there was a man in this bed last night. The idea that he’s left without a trace doesn’t even pass your mind, because not Eddie. He doesn’t do that.

You ignore the pounding at your temple and drop your feet to the carpet. A full bladder is an urgent thing that can’t be denied. The freezing tile under your toes jolts you to attention. You map your next steps while you piss, and then wash your hands. You take the time to brush your teeth before heading back into the dark bedroom to find an outfit for the day. It doesn’t matter where Eddie has wandered off to, you need to head over to Jim’s. Eddie can find you later. Eddie will find you later. That’s something you know. Right now? You need coffee. It’s when you go to put your shoes on that you see it. A tiny scrap of paper on the side table next to your keys.

I didn’t want to wake you. I had some business to take care of while I’m in town. Dinner? I’m staying in the room next to yours. I’ll be back by 6.

You shake your head. Your boozy brain missed it last night. Of course it’s Eddie in the room next to yours. The thought of him on that bike makes your head spin. Makes you throb. Dinner, sure. Food is fuel and you’re gonna fucking need it. In the meantime, you have a job to do.

The way to Jim’s house is familiar but strange. Like trying to hold onto a dream as you’re starting to wake. The roads have the same names, but the trees are taller. It feels smaller, the houses closer together. In no time, you’re pulling up the drive to the shack that stands at the far end of Oak Street. It’s easy to forget it, set a little farther back than the other homes, hidden in the shade of the oaks the road is named for.

With a deep breath, you step out of your car and move swiftly to the front door. The smell hits you immediately. It’s not overwhelmingly awful, but it’s not good. Mildew and smoke. It smells empty. So you fill it with the fall air by opening every window. You’re happy to keep your jacket on to replace the smoke with the smell of the dry oak leaves that litter the yard around the house.

The soundtrack to your day digging through the life of your Uncle Jim is provided by the records stacked up by the player in his living room. Bob Dylan, CCR, and Pink Floyd. It could be worse, so you’re grateful. The treasures you discovered hold no true financial value, but they are priceless. Photo albums of long-lost family members, depression glass cake stands and punch bowls, and the piece de resistance - the family bible. You run your fingers across the leather cover and smile. You did good, kid. Grandma’s ring, though. You’ll come back at least one more time and truly tear the place apart before you hit the road. If it’s here, it’s going home with you.

—

Rick’s place is still home for Eddie, more so than the trailer park ever was. Wayne’s home was never Hawkins, and it served him well to be back in the wild mountains of West Virginia from where the Munsons hail. But Rick is a Hawkins institution, and he’s only ever had love for Eddie without the pressure of the constant concern that weighed on Wayne and Eddie’s relationship. That’s how it is with a father and son. Rick is the fun uncle that taught Eddie a way to bring in cash without being under the thumb of some asshole. It’s served him well throughout his life, even now. Eddie can find work anywhere, he carries his skills in his hands.

Rick is expecting Eddie, and he’s sitting out front when the Indian hums up the road that hugs Lovers’ Lake. It’s still pretty out here from Eddie’s perspective, especially with the trees still hanging on to the leaves of various colors. Eddie’s already thinking about getting you to come out here with him before you both leave town at the end of the week. As soon as he caught sight of you last night he had decided to wring out as much as he could from this brief reunion. No time to waste, especially if maybe there’s someone you’re going home to. He’s not going to ask that question. He doesn’t want to know. For now, you’re both here, and that’s more than he thought could ever be possible.

“Eddie! Oh man, it’s been too long, brother.” Rick’s on his feet and meeting Eddie in the driveway for a bear hug. “Sight for sore eyes.”

They sit outside on the back deck for hours, talking about the old days and the new. They watch the sunlight dance along the ripples in the water when the occasional fish comes to the surface for a waterbug. They pass joints back and forth, and sip on the instant coffee that Rick swears is better than that overpriced bullshit the coffee houses try to con people into buying. And then they get down to business for a few minutes over a game of pool. Like the old days. It’s healing to remember there is a place in this godforsaken hellhole that Eddie can feel like himself. It was never all bad, but nothing ever is. Eddie knows this, his own life is a mixed bag. He has to take the bad or else lose out on the potential good.

The sun is starting to sink down below the trees when Eddie swings his leg over the seat of his bike to head back to the other side of town. He’s glad. He’s hoping that you’ve decided to accept his dinner invitation. The memories were fun to relive, but his mind is whirring with questions about who you are now. He’d like to hear it. He’d like to tell you about the bands he plays with on the weekends back in Charleston. Last night was nice, but he’d like to spend some time with you while the lights are on. He let his cock carry him away too quickly last night, he hopes he gets a chance to take his time with you tonight. His thighs vibrate from the hum of the engine while he weaves down the streets. He’s half hard remembering the way you smell and the sound of your voice when you get lost with him.

—

“You’d really like her. She’s a natural musician, like her dad. I’m just glad she’s sticking close to home for college. I worry enough even with her living less than a mile away.” You’re rambling on about Maddy while Eddie watches your lips move. He’d had a feeling there was at least one kid back home, he’s dated enough moms to recognize the signs.

“Oh, a girl after my own heart. I already love her.” Eddie’s thumb strokes the back of your hand, his arm reaching across the table. Your plates are empty, and your glasses are drained. Your concern about telling Eddie you have an adult child is forgotten now, and you’re gushing. Just as it should be.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop talking about Maddy for a while. She’s the sun my life orbits around.” You tip back your martini glass, searching for any last remnants of gin. No luck.

“Yeah, you’re a good mom.” That thumb rubs again. “Of course you are.” Eddie looks around the restaurant and watches as the servers very purposely place chairs on top of tables, inching ever closer to the one where the two of you are seated. “I think we should probably let them shut it down, head back to the motel.”

Head back to the motel. That sounds really good, because Eddie’s wearing a tight black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination. You can just make out the farmer’s tan that starts at the middle of his biceps. You hadn’t noticed it as much last night, but Eddie’s skin is sunkissed from years of working outdoors. A contract carpenter, he told you, and you could almost smell the sawdust and varnish when he explained about his special word working projects. You want to see them. You want to touch them. You have no doubt that they’re unique and special pieces. Eddie’s always had the ability to pull beauty out of the mundane.

“Will you drive, Eddie? Take me the long way home?” You’re already handing him your keys before he can answer. Of course he will. He’ll do anything you want, it’s always been that way. He’d stop the world if it would make you smile.

“Let’s go, Love. You can rest your head on my shoulder.” And that’s what you do. The walk to the car is slow, but Eddie’s arms need to stay around you. It’s where they belong.

He does take the long way, hooking a right when he pulls out of Enzo’s parking lot and heading for the back roads. One hand sits on your thigh. Your head can’t reach his shoulder in the car, so you lean it back and close your eyes. Linda Ronstadt’s been cheated and mistreated, she’s wondering when will she be loved? Some day, Linda, even if it’s for just a fleeting time. The idea pricks your chest, and you push it down. We won’t think about the end until it gets here.

“Will you be my date for the funeral, Eddie? I might not go if I have to do it alone.” You keep your eyes closed, and he squeezes your leg. He’ll go with you, you already know that.

“Yep. And then we’ll go back to the bar and get shitfaced. Bev will love it. Give the old gal something to be pissed about.” You snort at the thought of Bev trying to wrangle two 40 somethings trying to relive their youthful dalliances. Poor woman. But she would probably love it.

“I like your plan, Ed. Now tell me, did you smoke it all, or do you have some weed back at the motel?” You turn to face him, you want to see that crooked grin of his. “I’ve gotta call Maddy when we get back, but I think it’d be nice to sit outside and get nice and toasty.”

“Yeah, well, I might have a little. Can I ask you something?” Eddie turns the wheel and you’re looking at downtown Hawkins. You nod, but your mouth is dry thinking about the possibilities of what he wants to know that you haven’t already told him. “What kind of an asshole wouldn’t hold on tight to someone like you when you’re so fucking perfect?”

“Christ, Munson. Are you high already?” You pull a cigarette out of the pack sitting on the dash and light it. Just a drag before handing it back over to him. You’re both giggling, it was too much. “Well, you might have been the first to let me go, but you weren’t the last. But look at us now, hm? I think it’s better like this. Makes you realize that the grass isn’t always greener, ya know?”

Eddie blows smoke out of his nose and quietly mutters, “I was blind.”

“Nah. What I told you back then is still true, I’ll take what I can get from you, Baby. Any time, any place. It doesn’t have to be forever.” Eddie bites the inside of his cheek at your words but keeps his response in his mind.

—

Eddie sits in his room rolling joints while you’re on the other side of the wall talking to your daughter. All that talk about the kid, and no mention of the dad. Eddie knows who Maddy’s dad is because word travels fast. He’s never really thought about the guy much, but Eddie’s pretty sure he’s the one responsible for the sadness living behind your smile.

Eddie pulls the comforter off his bed. He’s taking it outside with him to wait for you on the bench that’s at the entrance to the cemetery across the street from the motel. There are no streetlights out here, and the dead won’t mind the company. They never do. The plans he had for this week are fading into one persistent thought - be with you as much as possible before it’s too late. The threat of Sunday coming too fast hangs over every second that ticks past.

It’s harder for Eddie to push those thoughts away than it is for you, because of the regret. He can’t help but feel it, even though he knows that 1984 Eddie is not the same as Eddie today. He’s learned how to spot a good thing, and that’s you. The idea of holding onto you with both hands doesn’t send a lightning bolt of fear through his guts like it did when he was 18. This couldn’t have happened then, whatever this is. It’s a battle in his mind, trying to see through the haze of the memories, how real can it be when everything is shrouded by the past.

The inward battle halts when he sees the door to your room open. He focuses on your form growing larger with each step closer to him. He watches each step of your feet until you’re looming over him, blotting out the weak light from the motel across the street. You have a soft smile on your lips, and he memorizes the way those lips feel on his forehead before you flop down on the bench next to him. He spreads the comforter over your lap, and pulls you into his side.

“This is so romantic, Eddie. You, me, and the sleeping dead.” You sigh and nuzzle your nose into his neck. “You smell nice.” Your lips brush against his skin and the hair stands up in answer.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” Eddie asks as he places a joint between your lips. “I’m hoping to wake up next to you again, but I don’t wanna make any assumptions.” Sparks fly out from his Zippo, and you breathe in the weed smoke before answering.

“Baby, as far as I’m concerned, you could cancel your room for the rest of the week and move into mine. You don’t even need to ask what I want. This is it.” You look up at him and place the joint in his mouth. It’s hard to see his features in the dark, but you think his eyes look a little misty. “Hey now, don’t give me sad eyes, Eddie. We’ve talked about this already. I’ll take what I can get.”

“That’s bullshit.” Eddie’s voice is low and you’re already feeling a little lighter. It’s been a long time since you’ve smoked, and you can feel the cloud starting to creep across your thoughts.

“Oh? Well never mind then. Fuck you, Munson.” Your retort, but there’s no bite. You pluck the joint out of his fingers.

“I just mean, you deserve better than that, and I’m sorry.” Eddie kisses the top of your head, an apology of sorts.

“We all deserve better than we get, Baby. You should know that. It’s easier to accept it than to try and demand what other people can’t give.” You think the words came out right and can’t muster the energy to care if they didn’t.

“Yeah, but it’s still not right.”

Right or not, it’s a truth you accepted a long time ago. It doesn’t stop the pain, but it kills the resentment. What more can you do? Life is hard enough.

—

The light stays on in your room tonight. The weed slows down time. It swallows you and Eddie up, and gives you the space to study each other. The rough calluses on his fingertips travel along the lines of your body, creating a roadmap in his memory. He needs to remember how to find you again, even when you’re a thousand miles away. He needs to taste you on his lips.

The hunger is as strong as the previous night, it’s why your center on Eddie’s face. It’s why your nose leads the way down his torso, inhaling the smell trapped in the dark hair at the base of his cock. He tastes how you remember. Your mouth wraps around him while his tongue and fingers make you sing. He keeps one wide palm planted on the fat of your ass, his rip is hard enough to bruise. He keeps you in the spot until hot tears spill down your cheeks with the intense pleasure of it all. He keeps you there until he spills himself inside your mouth. And you drop, head on his hip, looking at his softening cock in front of you. You lean over and kiss its tip.

Eddie’s giggles are music to your ears. He suddenly needs to see your face, but your legs are still spread in front of him. He slaps your ass, hard enough to sting, but it works. You slowly move your legs over to the side, freeing him so he can crawl down to the end of the bed. He can taste himself on your lips and is surprised to feel his cock jump. You need a little more time than that, Bud.

“I need to tell you something.” Eddie’s arms are wrapped around your sweaty body, and he’s peppering kissing along the bridge of your nose. You release a questioning hum, trying to focus on his words. Sleep is calling to you. “I’m going to the funeral with you tomorrow. I’m going to Jim’s with you to finish the scavenger hunt from hell. I’m spending every fucking second with you until we both leave this shithole. But I don’t want that to be the end.”

“Everything ends, Baby.” You mutter into the skin of his chest. You feel his breath hitch and wonder if there are tears to match the stutter. “But it doesn’t have to end so soon if you don’t want it to.”

“I want to hold onto this, Love. I think we both know this -” Eddie points a finger between the two of you, “- is something special. It always has been. I’ll fucking pick my shit up and move to wherever you are. I won’t even complain about the snow. At least not the first year.”

“I’ll complain enough for the both of us. I always do.” You kiss his chest and look up at him. There are tears, You reach up to rub them off his cheek. You look at the hair at his temple and see the way the gray hair threads through his dark curls. You think it would be something, wouldn’t it? To see the gray overtake the black over the years. And you know Eddie doesn’t say anything to you that he doesn’t mean. It’s not something he’s capable of doing. “For Eddie Munson, my door is always open.”

“What about Maddy’s dad?” Eddie chokes on the words a little, but he gets them out along with a fresh tear that leaks from the corner of his eye. That’s something you’ve always loved about Eddie, he’s never hidden the tears when they show up.

“That’s been over for a while, Ed. I should’ve told you that.” You stroke his cheek and smile. “You’re down bad, old man. Wow, that’s really something, ain’t it?”

Eddie’s laugh rumbles through both of you. The years in front of you don’t look so bleak when you picture Eddie’s arm around your waist. The tears won’t sting so much if you have each other to wipe them away. It’s not too late, you’ve got two feet above ground. You’ve got two hands to hold onto this thing, and Eddie’s hands are holding on just as tight now. The memories and the future swirl together, and you thank god for those years apart. It’s so much sweeter this time around.

You fall asleep with Eddie inside of you. I love yous breathed into your mouths. Eddie’s going to have to replace that seat on his bike if he expects you to ride on it with him. He’s adding it to the mental list he has running. Tell Wayne he’s moving closer. Pack his shit up in a Uhaul. Drive a couple hundred miles. Replace the bike seat. Wrap his arms around you and never let go.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #thanatos writes #stranger things smut #wayne munson

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fearless | trevor zegras

word count: 0.97k

summary: your first date with trevor might end up changing your life for the better

warnings: making out

notes: this man is soooo 1989 (tv) coded. another installment of my tswift song plots. based on fearless by taylor swift.

The lights in the theatre come on as the credits of the movie begin to roll on the screen. I stand up alongside Trevor, my legs feeling slightly wobbly after sitting for almost 3 hours.

“What’d you think of the movie?” Trevor asked me. I contemplate telling Trevor my true thoughts about the movie he picked for us to see.

A while ago, Trevor had approached me at the grocery store as I was picking out a carton of eggs. He told me he thought I was pretty and wanted to know if I would go out on a date with him. I had never seen someone so bold. So I said yes. He offered up going to the movies and I agreed. Since he was paying for my ticket, he picked the movie, which ended up being some movie starring Nicholas Cage.

“It was…” I falter.

“It was bad, right?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I laugh, following him out of our theatre. “It was really, really bad.”

“That’s my bad. You probably shouldn’t have let me pick the movie.” He laughs.

There's something 'bout the way The street looks when it's just rained There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there In the middle of the parking lot

We exit to the parking lot, the lamps causing the pavement glowing from the recent rain. Trevor slyly slips his hand into my mine as we walk to his car. I smile at the gesture. The parking lot is close to empty as we saw the movie at a late showing. I almost consider asking Trevor to dance in the middle of the parking lot but don’t. It's only our first date after all.

I get in the passenger seat while he gets in the drivers seat, starting up the car. “I have somewhere I want to take you.” Trevor tells me. “If you’re up for it.”

I don't want this date to end just yet, enjoying the presence of Trevor so much, so I agree.

We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair Absentmindedly making me want you

He pulls out of the parking lot, handing me his phone and telling me to pick out the music. I put on some country music which Trevor approves of by cranking the volume and lowering the windows. We sing along to Luke Combs as we speed down the empty streets. I glance over at Trevor as he runs a hand through his dark blonde hair, tousling it. The action is innocent for him, but for me it sends a flurry of butterflies into flight, making me want him even more.

We finally come to a dead end up atop a hill, Trevor pulling onto the side. He perfectly positions the car so that we can see through a clearing of trees out into the city of Anaheim. “Wow.” I breathe out.

So, baby, drive slow 'til we run out of road In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here In this passenger's seat You put your eyes on me In this moment now, capture it, remember it

“I know right.” He smiles. “This view never fails to take my breath away.”

“I bet you take all your girls out here.” I joke.

Trevor doesn’t laugh, but smiles softly. “No, actually. Just you.” He says as if coming to a realization. I examine his soft expression, taking a mental polaroid of him in that moment. His touseled hair falling perfectly into place, and his chain disappearing underneath his white shirt.

Trevor looks as though he wants to say something, his lips slightly parted as he looks at me. “It’s late. I should take you home.” He says finally, although not what I wanted to hear. I nod anyways as he starts back up the car.

The music starts up again, but this time we’re no longer singing. It feels as though something up on that hill was left unsaid. I spend the drive home wondering whether or not Trevor will kiss me when he drops me off. If he kisses me, then its a sign the date went well and he wants to see me again. However, if he doesn’t, it means he didn’t enjoy the date and the connection I felt the whole night was simply one-sided.

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but You pull me in and I'm a little more brave It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something It's fearless

When he pulls into my driveway, he gets out, opening the car door for me and walking me up to my door.

“Thank you for such an amazing date.” I say, genuinely to Trevor. “And thank you for showing me that amazing view.” I look down at my hands which are shaking as I anticipate his next move.

Suddenly, I feel his hand under my chin, lifting it so I’m looking into his eyes. He drops his hands to my hips, softly pulling me in. When I recognize what’s happening, I finish his actions, leaning up to him and pressing my lips to his. He is soft at first but recognizes my urgency and deepens the kiss. He hooks his fingers into my belt loops, pulling my hips into his. My arms are attached around his neck drawing him down to match my height. We both seem to gasp for air when we separate.

“I’ll call you when I get home.” He whispers to me. He presses another kiss to my lips before returning to his car, leaving me reeling from the kiss on my front porch.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #nhl #anaheim ducks #hockey #luvzegras

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yieldtotemptation · 2 years

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ROMEO ft. Yuna

yuna x male reader smut

15k words

"Well, that fucking sucked."

Tonight was supposed to be special. Right now you should be enjoying a candlelit dinner with your girlfriend of exactly one hundred days - eating overpriced food, drinking wine that's older than you are, and ending your night in the hotel suite you've risked personal bankruptcy to afford.

But instead here you are - dressed in your nicest, second-hand suit and holding a crumpled bouquet of flowers, walking along the cold streets of Seoul - alone.

The cold, rainy streets of Seoul.

"Oh, fuck off!" You yell, earning stares from the other pedestrians doing their best to avoid the crazy young man shouting at the sky.

You've had many, many lows before - but this was brand fucking new.

"Looking good, Romeo!"

But of course, there’s always room to fall even lower.

Your shoulders slump as you instantly recognise the voice, hearing the mocking nickname you've been given for being anything but a Romeo.

Well Romeo did die at the end.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to end up like him.

You turn, nearly blinded at the sight of the ungodly expensive and ridiculously gaudy car that has pulled up on the sidewalk next to you. Tinted glass rolls down, and leaning over the passenger seat and sticking her head out of the window is your closest friend - who also happens to be the very last person you want to see at the moment - Shin Yuna.

She gives you a wide, toothy grin and a thumbs up.

You give her the finger.

"Don't be like that!" Yuna calls out from the car. "Get in - it's raining!"

You pretend you don't hear her, choosing instead to keep your eyes straight ahead and continue your trudge through the rain. Normally you would have time for her, probably fire back some snappy comeback and trade insults like usual, but not today - today is a day for some good old self-loathing.

You grimace to yourself as you hear the engine of her car start back up again, and you do your best to pay no attention to the vehicle crawling slowly next to the sidewalk, keeping at pace with you, and drawing even more unwanted stares.

Of course, Yuna doesn't care.

Throughout the entire time you've known her, all the way from when she was just a dorky trainee to having grown up to be a full-fledged idol, she's remained the exact same person - the sweet, goofy, girl-next-door whose favourite hobby seems to be torturing her best friend.

"Roooomeooooo," she sings out the window, "get in the caaar, Roooomeoooo."

You attempt to hide your face behind your crumpled bouquet of flowers, even though if there's anyone that should be trying to remain incognito, it should be her.

Still, it does little to stop her from following you even further down the street. It doesn't even stop her from honking at you.

"Shhhh!" You finally turn to her, and you're annoyed to see how delighted she is at the small victory. "People are looking. You really want someone to get a photo of you stalking a guy in the middle of the night?"

"I knew you could hear me, Romeo!" Yuna laughs back, in her sweet, 'everything is awesome' tone of voice. "What do you mean? If anything, they'll get a photo of me helping out a poor, sad, charity case. It's great for my reputation!"

"You're insane, you know that?" You ask her, though judging by the expression on her face, she takes it as a compliment. "Also, since when do you drive?"

"Got my license today! Fifth time's the charm!" Yuna boasts, clearly unaware that it's not something she should be proud of. "And I wanted to go out for a spin in this brand-new car, and I saw you! How lucky is that?"

"Yeah, real lucky." You roll your eyes, concluding that Yuna must have finally found an examiner she could bribe.

"Hop in! I want you to be my first official passenger!"

"And last," you reply, deadpan.

"Come on, you're going to get drenched if you stay out here any longer. Then you're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to be the one that takes care of you," she says. "Get. In."

You've never managed to win when it came to Yuna's whims, and you already know that if it came to it, she'd follow you around all night until you caved. You take one last look at the crumpled bouquet of flowers, the remnants of your 'Greatest Date Ever' plans, and dump them all in a nearby trash can.

With a heavy sigh, you give in - like you always did - to Yuna, leaving the cold, rainy streets for the warmth of her luxury vehicle.

"Here," Yuna says, handing you a box of tissues as you climb into her car. "Don't worry about it, I'll charge you a cleaning fee after this ride."

"How nice of you," you reply, taking out a heap of tissues in a futile attempt to dry yourself.

"It's all part of my great service! A free ride and getting to be in the presence of such a beauty like me - you really are a lucky guy!"

Yuna doesn't even wait for you to close the door before she takes off, slamming the pedal to the floor and accelerating the car into a racing start. You buckle your seatbelt as fast as you can, hoping the thin strap can save you from Yuna's complete disregard for speed limits.

"Didn't you say you had big date plans? Or are you going to tell me all about how Romeo got his heart broken again?" She asks, spending a little too much time looking at you and not enough time looking at the road. "What happened with - what was her name again?"

"Let's not get into this, Yuna," you say, knowing full well that she's already not listening to you. "Please, just focus on driving."

"Misoo? No that was the one that dumped you on your birthday. Mirae? No that was Christmas." You groan as Yuna keeps talking - rattling off names and surfacing more painful memories to your mind. "It was something like Narae, Nahye?"

"Nahee," you say, hoping to end the conversation and be put out of your misery.

"Yeah. Nahee. That bitch." Her face scrunches up as she says the name, as if the syllables alone have a disgusting taste. You hadn't even thought she was capable of speaking with the amount of venom in her voice that she uses to say your now-ex's name.

For someone you think you know so well, she still surprises you from time to time.

"So what went wrong - did she find out about your tiny dick?"

Well, not all the time.

"I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that like always - I'm right!"

"Like you would know if you even saw one, Yuna," you shoot back.

"I guess you're right, I couldn't possibly be as knowledgeable as you, the certified Professor of Penises."

"God, I'm gonna throw myself out of this car."

"Okay, okay, I'll be nice." Yuna clears her throat, composes herself, and puts on her best fake, saccharine voice. "Please, my dearest friend, tell me what happened so I may help you feel better?"

You test the handle of the passenger-side door, only to realise that she must have activated the child-lock in advance. You sigh dramatically, knowing that for at least the next twenty minutes, Yuna has you trapped.

Judging by the way the car is swerving across multiple lanes, you come to terms with the fact that this may very well be the last car ride you ever take, so you might as well humour her.

"What always happens. She said she didn't trust me. We were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and she said she wasn't sure we had a future."

Yuna laughs. "I could have told you that."

"We only just started university and she's worried about a future," you say incredulously, the wounds still raw from being dumped mere hours ago.

"I told you from the start - I know a snake when I see one - and I always got bad vibes from her. But, still…" Yuna says, before turning her gaze to you, squinting her eyes as if she was inspecting you through a microscope. "This is like the third girl in a row that doesn't trust you? What are you doing that's so… Skeevy?"

"Please pay attention to the road, Yuna!" You shout, your heartbeat suddenly starting to race as the car starts to veer into the next lane over.

"Oh, right!" Yuna replies, swerving the car back into the centre of the road, barely caring about the fact that she nearly killed the two of you. "Now, answer the question - what is it about my best friend that makes him so untrustworthy to women?"

You take a deep breath, both needing to collect yourself from having avoided a near death experience and preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"What I do to give these girls trust issues," you say, looking at your friend's face as she tries to think over all the different possibilities, running down the mental list of your flaws that you know she keeps.

"Have you been cheating on all these girls and not telling me?" Yuna shouts, and you jump in your seat. "I swear if you turn out to be some fuck-boy-scumbag I will drive this car into the nearest river and kill you myself!"

"Yuna!" You shout back at her.

"What?"

"It's you."

"Wh - what?"

"None of these girls trust me because of you."

Once again, you're almost thrown out of your seat as Yuna slams her foot down hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.

She turns to you, a look of such confusion on her face that in any other situation would be utterly hilarious. Well, it still kind of is.

"What do you mean?" Yuna says, ignoring the cars that start to blast their horn behind her, jeering at the two of you as they recklessly swing around you to overtake. "We're just -"

"Yeah - friends - I tell them that," you say. "It always goes the exact same way - they meet you, they're excited because you're an idol and all, and then after a while they all get jealous. They see you've called me, or messaged me, and they just flip out!"

"But, but - I - I don't - " Yuna's face starts to turn red, for once in her life actually lost for words.

"Congratulations, Yuna, you are the biggest cockblock in my life."

Yuna digests your words, trying to think of something to say, only coming up with, "but I haven't even done anything! I mean - we've never done anything even a little romantic!"

"That's what I said! I told her I don't have feelings for you, and even if I did - you're an idol."

"What does that mean?" Yuna asks.

"You know what I mean, Yuna. It would never happen," you say, with an air of finality in your voice. You can't pretend you've never thought about it before, can't pretend you've never noticed how long her legs are, or how soft her lips look, or how even in the darkness of the car, the streetlights cut through the window and strikes her eyes at just the right angle that she looks - fuck.

"That's…" Yuna's voice trails off, but chooses to let her words go unsaid, and instead lets an awkward silence fill the car in its place. The tension in the air is exacerbated by how alien it is to the two of you - this was why you were such good friends; things were never awkward. There was always a joke to be made, or a careless insult to be thrown, but never this - never this strange feeling like you may have actually hurt her somehow.

It's why you were so reluctant to get into the car in the first place. It was only a matter of time before you two talked about this - this subject the two of you have never broached, the elephant in the room you had always danced around but never spoke of, and for good reason too. You're both young, attractive, and you know each other better than anyone else in the world. But what good would it do to ruin the one positive relationship in your life?

Yuna turns away from you, and you feel like you've let something vital slip through your fingers. But too much time passes for you to pick up on that strand of the conversation, and the silence is far too surmountable to get over, and before you can even muster the courage to say something, Yuna starts the car again and resumes the drive.

"You can drop me off here, I can catch the next train home," you say, desperate to get out of the silence that has fallen over the two of you.

"Don't be silly, we're almost at my dorm," Yuna replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm not going to let you be alone right after you got dumped. Tradition's tradition."

You're reminded of all the other times over your friendship when you'd been dumped and Yuna was there for you - to laugh with you, to talk you through your emotions, to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. And after spending time with her, it always was.

The rest of the short trip to her building is uneventful and eerily quiet, and Yuna seems to be deep in thought for the remainder of the drive, even right up until you ride up the elevator and arrive at the dormitory itself.

"The other girls are all out this weekend," Yuna explains, carelessly swinging open the door to an extremely spacious and luxurious apartment. She nonchalantly kicks her shoes off her feet, sending the pair flying somewhere into the living room, and confidently strides inside like she was the sole resident. "So, we have it all to ourselves!"

You hesitate behind her at the doorway - it's not like you haven't been to her dorm before - you're a known entity to the other ITZY members. You're familiar to them, and they've always been more than happy to have you around, seeing as you're the one thing that can always put a smile on their maknae's face. But yet this time, somehow, being alone with her in the apartment feels different.

"What that also means," Yuna says, ignoring you and turning a corner into the kitchen, "is that we have access to all of Ryujin's soju!"

You hear her rummaging around her fridge and sifting through the kitchen pantries, before she pops out again to catch you still waiting at the door.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go drink this in my bedroom," Yuna says, somehow managing to balance multiple bottles of soju and bundles of snacks all in her skinny arms.

Again, you pause - if you were any other guy and Yuna was any other girl, it would be a no-brainer. Especially when you take into account the shortness of her skirt, or the way her sweater’s cut off specifically to show off her tight, flat abs and - you stop yourself, reminding yourself that it’s Yuna you’re fantasising about, and that the only reason you’re doing so is because of how pent up you’ve been in the lead up to your anniversary date with your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

Yes, that is the reason. Certainly not Yuna’s legs.

You shove those thoughts into the back of your mind, asking your friend - "are you sure?"

Yuna sighs and pouts - a single, undeniably cute expression that makes you doubt everything you just rationalised to yourself. "Don't make this weird. Forget about what we talked about in the car and drink with me."

"Yuna -" you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"We're going to talk about that bitch one last time so you never have to think about her ever again, and then we'll spend the rest of the night discussing how you have literally zero game. As is tradition," Yuna finishes. "Now, stop standing there like an idiot and be a proper gentleman and help me out."

You have to hand it to Yuna, she always knew the right things to say to get her way, and you dutifully follow her orders, taking the bundle of goodies out of her hands and walking behind her to her shared bedroom.

Yuna’s bedroom is twice the size of your own, and is packed full with clothes, gifts, souvenirs and mementos - all strewn around the room with little care for any logical sense of order. Against either side are two queen-sized beds, and despite how cluttered the room is, there’s still enough space cleared in the centre for the two of you to sit and gorge yourselves on alcohol and junk food.

"This will work!" Yuna says, retrieving a folded-up table and bringing it with her into the bedroom. She carries it to the centre of the room, and with her back turned you she bends forward to set up the table, making you suddenly aware of just how short her skirt is. You try to convince yourself that you're only interested in the chequered pattern, and not the fact that as it rises higher and higher, you're treated to more than just a glimpse of creamy, vanilla-white thighs and the lace of... is that her panties?

She couldn't be doing this on purpose could she?

"Thanks for your help," Yuna says sarcastically, her head turning around just in time to catch you standing there like a fool, obviously gawking. You brace yourself for whatever jab she has prepared, knowing that catching you red-handed was far too good an opportunity for her to pass.

To your surprise, she doesn't say a thing, instead she sits down on the carpet next to the table and stretches herself out on the ground, making herself far too comfortable for your liking. Long, gorgeously slim legs reach out across the floor, and as she stretches her arms above her head, her sweater - her cropped-off, midriff-exposing sweater - rides up higher on her chest, revealing a hint of a black sports bra underneath.

You follow the trail with your eyes, all the way from her legs, up her flat, toned stomach and higher still until you reach her eyes - watching you, dancing with delight at having you caught dead to rights.

But again, she ignores it.

"Sit! Open up a bottle - let's drink!" Yuna instructs, enjoying bossing you around.

It's hard not to be suspicious of her now, and you keep a careful eye on her as you take off your jacket and take a seat on the ground across from her, placing two shot glasses on the table between you, and filling both of them with peach-flavoured soju.

Yuna snatches up the shot glass before you're even done pouring, lifting it in a toast - "Cheers!"

"Cheers," you reply, with just a tad less enthusiasm as Yuna.

"Ding dong, the bitch is gone!"

And the night goes on as it always does - you play bastardised forms of drinking games to suit two people, you slip into your usual topics of conversation - she blabs about her company, her members, drops pieces of gossip about idols that you have absolutely no business hearing about, but whose secrets are far too juicy for her to keep to herself.

Talking to her is so easy - Yuna is so separated from the rest of your life, just as you are to hers, that you can open up and tell each other everything and anything and know that you're free from judgment - save for a few bits of shit-talk here and there.

"God, you really are corny!" Yuna says. "Candlelit dinner, fancy restaurant, wine, hotel suite - what are you, forty?"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

"Seriously, no wonder she dumped your ass. This," Yuna says, waving her shot glass in front of your face, "is all I need for a good night out."

"Well, unfortunately not everyone is as cheap of a date as you," you sigh, before gulping down your third shot for the night. "Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me miserable?"

"Because I do!" Yuna replies, a little too gleefully in the face of your misery. "I don't get to go on dates, so I have to live vicariously through somebody."

"You dated that trainee," you point out.

"Yes, I held hands with one guy before you punched him in the face because you thought he made me cry."

"He did make you cry."

"It took months to convince other guys that they could even talk to me after that!"

"Good," you say, puffing out your chest with pride.

"Whatever!" Yuna declares, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Only, she forgets about the half-full shot glass still in her hand, throwing soju up in the air and spilling liquor right on her sweater. "Ah! I just bought this!"

Yuna pulls on her clothes, fruitlessly trying to dab out the soju from her top, eventually giving up and deciding to remove the sweatshirt entirely. She raises her arms to pull up her sweater, stretching up high and lifting to once again give you a picture-perfect view of the tightness of her stomach, the ridges of her abs, and her impossibly small waist. She catches her shirt underneath as she pulls off her top, and for the briefest of seconds she flashes you her two small, round, perfect handfuls of black bra-clad breasts.

"Like what you see?" Yuna's voice snaps you out of the spell cast by her body, as the sweater is tossed across the room, leaving her in just a cut-off shirt. "I know, it's hard to be around someone that looks this good."

"As if," you scoff, fumbling for your words, "I swear your ego has gotten out of control ever since you debuted."

"I can't help it - I am the visual."

"I guess they were going for someone more relatable then."

"Oh really? Should I just keep pretending that I haven't caught you checking me out - what is it - three times now?" Yuna asks, shuffling uncomfortably close to you, close enough that you catch the scent of roses in her hair. As if that wasn't enough, she even dares to place a hand on your knee. That was new. "Doesn't being next to such a beautiful idol like me make your heart race?"

You swallow, ignoring the fact that she has you nailed to a T - trying your best to ignore the thumping of your own heartbeat rattling through your eardrums. "Not even a little bit."

Yuna shifts her weight onto her arm, leaning even closer to you, closing the gap between your two bodies - so close that you can't look anywhere but at her. She looks up at you with her wide, brown eyes, intoxicating you far more than any shot of soju could. "How about now?"

You decide to up the ante - needing to launch an offense of your own, placing your hand over hers, and inching your own face close enough to hers that her exhales become your inhales. "You've forgotten, I've been here before, Yuna. But have you - Miss Never-Been-On-A-Date?"

Yuna's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment it feels like her lips have a magnetic pull on your own - they just look so irresistible. And then you see it, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her eyes down to your lips, and you lean into her just a touch closer so that you can -

"Got you," she whispers, claiming her victory in this game of chicken.

"Fuck!" You cry out, instantly recoiling, as if you had just been hit, leaving Yuna to collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter. God, you were never going to live this down.

"S- sorry, but that was cute - you really were going to kiss me there, weren't you?" Yuna struggles to say through her ceaseless laughter.

"Not funny, Yuna," you try to growl, but obviously failing the impossible task of looking intimidating while your face was beet-red with embarrassment. You reach for the closest bottle to you, not caring to pour it into a glass, guzzling it all straight down your throat.

"Hah-hah, you think I'm hot!" Yuna teases, and you know you're seconds away from Yuna getting up to do a victory dance.

"Well done, Yuna - I actually forgot about Nahee for a second."

Yuna snaps her gaze back up to you, her mood suddenly swinging as if you had just slapped her across the face with the mention of your ex's name. The temperature in the room sharply drops, and Yuna doesn't attempt to hide the bitterness in her voice as she says, "you really had to ruin my fun by mentioning her. I haven't seen you get this torn up over a girl before. You must have really liked that bitch."

You sigh, staring into your now empty bottle. "It's not like that - she was… Nice. For the most part."

"I don't understand why you settle for these girls," Yuna says disdainfully. "Every single time it ends exactly the same - and I have to listen to you bitch and moan when you were clearly too good for them in the first place."

"Yuna," you say softly.

"No, you really do deserve better than letting yourself get treated like this," Yuna continues her rant. "A guy like you, who actually cares and listens, and is funny and smart and… It's just. You deserve - "

"Yuna?"

"Forget it. I bet this isn't how you planned your night to go anyway, right?"

"Well," you say, "right about now I would probably be in that fancy hotel room."

"Cheesy," Yuna interrupts.

"You wouldn't get it! I planned this whole thing - tonight was going to be a big deal. I was really hoping to - "

"Why wouldn't I get it?" Yuna asks, somewhat offended.

"You're an idol, isn't that being the same as a nun?"

""I am not a nun."

"Oh, so do you have some secret sex life that I don't know about?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Thought so."

"Just because I've never done any stuff doesn't make me some virgin-Mary whatever-the-fuck!"

"Sure, sure."

"Not everyone is as much of a man-whore as you," Yuna fires back.

"Hey - better than whatever cobwebs you have between your legs," you reply.

"I do stuff… And I'll have you know that it is perfectly fine," Yuna says, before dropping her voice to a whisper, "down there."

"You’d be more believable if you weren't so afraid to call your pussy a pussy, Yuna," you say, laughing at her.

Yuna grumbles something under her breath, clearly having enough of your jabs, and swallows down another shot before slamming the glass onto the table. With a huff, she stands up, striding over to her closet and scouring through the mountains of clothes and shoes piled up within.

When she's found what she's looking for, Yuna stomps back over to you, and dumps a shoebox at your feet.

"Look," Yuna says, standing over you to watch you open the box to see the contents inside. Of the few things you knew Yuna hid from you, you would have never included a single silicone dildo, and a small, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator, on that list. "See."

"Lia's sex toys?"

"Mine, idiot."

"Ah, that must be why they look brand new. Need someone to show you how to use them?"

"Fuck you," Yuna growls, bending down to pick up the dildo, waving it dangerously close to your face. "You're just jealous because you're probably smaller than this."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Pfft," Yuna replies. "As. If."

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lack of fucks you have to give after having been rejected once already tonight, or maybe it was the fact that you were so close to kissing her moments ago, but you decide to take Yuna's challenge and raise the stakes. "Yuna - you couldn't even handle what I'm packing."

Yuna pauses, and your words hang in the air between the two of you, suspended right over that uncrossed line you have never dared to tread, and that is very close to being permanently broken. She takes one look at the dildo in her hand and one look down at your crotch, doing some form of mental calculation to find the truth in your statement. "Prove it, then."

"Fuck it," you say, deciding to end, once and for all, the game you’ve been playing the whole night. You take one last pull from your bottle, tossing it aside when you're done, and stand up to meet Yuna.

Yuna stares so hard at your crotch that she could burn a hole through your clothes, watching with rapt attention as you pop open the button and unzip your pants, pulling down the waistband of your briefs and letting your clothing fall to the floor, setting your cock free.

"You wanna measure them side-by-side?" You say, amused as you display your cock for her, your length rendering her lost for words.

Yuna gulps, seemingly unable to unglue her eyes at your cock. "I- is that all?"

You take a hold of your cock, and start to slowly stroke yourself, watching Yuna's face the whole time. Her mouth is frozen open and slack jawed, and you imagine what it would be like for your cock to be between her lips. You can see the shimmer of saliva building up in the corners of her mouth as you bring yourself to your full erection, and it's when you let go of your cock, proudly presenting it in its full hardness, that Yuna lets the dildo slip out of her fingers, leaving it to clatter on the ground.

Yuna's eyes dart between the fallen dildo and your cock, now able to accurately compare the two with a disbelieving stare, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face as she takes in the full measure of your length.

"This is the first cock you've ever seen in person - isn't it, Yuna?" You ask. "Is it everything you imagined?"

Yuna manages to somewhat collect herself, snapping her jaw shut, even now finding it difficult to accept that you were right. "No, I'm just… Surprised! You've never radiated big dick energy."

You smirk to yourself at finally managing to make Yuna eat her words. But now there are more important things to address - now that she has you pants down and fully exposed, it’s time to even the odds. "Your turn, Yuna."

"W-what?"

"If you really do use those toys as much as you say - show me. Prove it," you say, throwing her words back at her and gesturing towards the vibrator laying in the shoebox. You can see the thoughts racing through her mind, fighting a battle between lust and rationality, and you give her a helpful nudge by asking, "or are you chicken?"

"No," Yuna says firmly, finding her resolve. "You want a show? I'll give you a show."

Yuna bends down and reaches into the shoebox, retrieving the vibrator and moving towards the bed. She wastes no time - unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles, and then crawling onto the bed, barely giving you a chance to fully appreciate her cute, lacy, cotton, white panties, and to admire the way the fabric stretches over her plump, full ass.

She takes the pillows from the head of the bed and props them up against the wall, creating a makeshift backrest for herself. She turns around, leaning back into the pillows and stretches her legs out, dragging her panties down her long limbs, and then kicking them off her feet.

"You," Yuna says, addressing you as she spreads her legs apart, her knees pointing outwards and forming a 'V' shape, giving you a full, unguarded view of her bare, pink, juicy pussy. "Watch."

You kick off your own briefs and pants, and stand there awestruck, as Yuna switches on the silver bullet vibrator and brings it down between her legs. Yuna starts carefully, inhaling sharply at the first touch of the toy to her body, slowly dragging it along the bottom of her slit, coating it in the juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She then draws the toy all the way up her folds, finally resting the vibrating device against her slick, ripe clit.

"Yes," Yuna hisses softly as she starts to gently rotate the toy around her clit. She falls into a natural position, sinking slightly down into the bed, her legs parting further apart and giving you an even better view of her, as she stirs her own arousal with careful, practiced movements.

You're completely hypnotised by her - by how effortlessly erotic she is, watching as she grinds the toy against her clit, seeing her in a way you've never even imagined - her eyes half open, teeth biting into her bottom lip, and her hips gyrating back-and-forth, as if she was fucking some phantom cock in time with the movements of the vibrator.

It's truly a sight to behold as her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every circle of the vibrator around her clit, each pass slightly faster than the one before. Soon her heavy breaths turn into restrained moans, blending in with the low buzz of the toy vibrating against her mound, and it's after one particularly loud moan that her eyes flitter open, and her gaze locks onto yours, settling on you with a fierce, predatory smile.

"I - ah - told you so," Yuna says, relishing in the wired look on your face as you shamelessly stare at her, watching her fuck herself. You follow her eyes to your cock, seeing her smile expand into a wide grin as she drinks in the sight of your throbbing hardness. "Oh - mmph - is that for me?"

"Yeah," you say, not even attempting a denial, because frankly, it was true. "It is for you, Yuna. I didn't know you could look this fucking hot."

You let your baser instincts take over your mind, giving yourself over to that part of your brain that wants nothing more than to be in the moment with the scorching hot girl playing with her pussy in front of you, making herself aroused for your pleasure.

Yuna's eyes go even wider when you return your hand to your shaft and start to stroke your entire length from base to tip, pumping your cock in rhythm with the circles she draws around her stiff clit.

The two of you stay locked in an intense performance for each other, duelling with heated gazes and exasperated moans, with pumps of your cock and swirls of around her clit. It lasts until Yuna decides to push even further, and as if she was taunting you, she presses a button on her vibrator, causing it to whir even faster.

She moans again - the loudest yet - as she ups the pace of the toy against her mound. You stroke yourself harder in response, squeezing around your shaft while you pump yourself faster, matching her speed and refusing to fall behind her in this lustful battle of self-pleasure.

Again, Yuna pushes onward, and keeping her eyes on you, she uses her free hand to undo the top buttons of her shirt, showing off more of her creamy, porcelain-white skin, and exposing the curve of her collarbone.

Another button goes undone, this time showing you the dip of cleavage you had only caught glimpses of before, and then another, and another, until her cropped-shirt is wide open, and you see her black sports bra, before its quickly yanked down to free her breasts.

It's no surprise at all at how perfect her breasts are - two bountiful handfuls, wonderfully perky and round, treating you to a slight bounce as they're freed from their clothed prison. It's torturous, how close they are to you - you could reach for them right now - you could pin her to the bed and take her breasts between your lips and seize them into your hands. But Yuna reads your thoughts, taking her right breast for herself, pinching her nipples, and treating you to an elated sigh as she plays with her own chest.

"You like this - ooh - don't you?" Yuna asks, struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches you stroke yourself. "Look at you, so God - ah - damn hard, just from watching me play with myself. God your cock looks so good."

Her words barely register with you, just the sweet sound of her voice in her ears is enough. With Yuna right in front of you, pussy in full display, your mind is flooded with thoughts of what it would be like to hold her against you, to feel her lips on yours, to run your hands over her body - to take a hold of her slim waist and bury your cock in the warmth of her glistening, wet pussy.

You're so enraptured by the view of her wonderful pussy that you fail to notice the vibrator slip from Yuna's fingers and onto the bed, as she slowly flips herself over and gets on all fours. Like in some sort of trance, she crawls over to the edge of the bed and towards you, her mouth hanging open, tongue licking her lips.

She attracts you towards her with her eyes alone - you step forward to meet her at the bed, letting go of your cock so she can see it in its entirety. You watch her as she studies your cock, lustful curiosity getting the better of her - not that you even care, you're more than eager to find out what she'll do next.

"I - I - " she pants. Yuna's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her exhalations against the tip of your cock - it would only take a small push of your hips forward and you would be between her lips. "Can I - ?"

"Yes," you say, not even caring to hear the end of her request, more than happy to give her the approval to do whatever she wanted with you, as long as it involves your cock. She reaches out for you, and shatters the already tattered boundaries of your friendship, grasping your shaft and wrapping her delicate fingers around your length.

"It's so -" Yuna shuffles further across the bed, teetering on its edge, sidling up even closer to properly inspect your cock. She treats your length like some precious artefact to be examined, using her eyes to fully take measure of its size and shape. "So big."

"Ah!" You groan as her grip around you suddenly tightens, painfully squeezing on your cock like a stress ball. Her mouth stays open, eyes alight with wonder as you achingly twitch and throb in her hand.

She continues her experiments with your length - gripping you far too hard, roughly pulling down on your shaft far too fast - seemingly forgetting that it was an extension of you.

"Yuna!" You cry out, grabbing a hold of her wrist and stopping her callous stroking, managing to pull her attention away from your cock. "Is that how you always do it?"

Yuna eyes snap up from your cock to your face, her expression heated and her brows furrowed, annoyed at the interruption. "What do you mean?"

"It's not one of your toys, Yuna. You can't treat it like that."

"Are you really going to criticise me while my hands are on your cock?" Yuna asks, in total disbelief that you wouldn't simply be grateful that she was even handling your cock in the first place. "You. A man."

"You have to be gentle before you can be rough," you say. "Anticipation, Yuna."

"I can see why you get dumped so often," Yuna says with a sigh. "I thought all guys liked it hard and fast?"

"Sure, but -" you start to try explain yourself, but eventually decide that sometimes, the best way to learn is not by saying, but by doing. "Yuna. Put your hands behind your back."

"You're really going to tell me what to do -"

You interrupt her, repeating yourself - "hands behind your back."

It's only for a moment, but you see a flash of mischief cross Yuna's eyes as she contemplates defaulting to her usual habit of automatically dismissing any request you’ve ever made of her. But something in her expression changes, as she suppresses her need to rebel against your instructions, and instead she does as you say, letting go of your cock and holding her hands behind her back. She adjusts herself so she's on her knees and sits back on the heels of her feet, and in this position Yuna waits for you.

You move closer to her, equally surprised at how obedient she is being, and thrilled at the prospect of having her so subservient to you. You place a hand on her chin, cupping her face, and run the pad of your thumb over her pretty lips, feeling their softness, knowing that in seconds those very lips would be wrapped around your cock.

Yuna leans into the palm of your hand, chocolate pools looking up at you expectantly, matching the same excitement you could feel pumping through your veins. You move your hand to the back of her head, threading your fingers through her silky midnight hair, and tenderly draw her closer to your cock.

You direct her. "Kiss it."

Again, Yuna obeys, shifting around the bed so she’s flat on her stomach, and with her hands still behind her back lightly press her lips on the tip of your cock. It's immediately electric, the gentlest touch sending shivers running up your spine, enough that you can feel the beginnings of your pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip.

Yuna sees it, kisses the tip again, spreading the drop of your arousal across her lips like gloss. She keeps kissing - light, dainty brushes down your shaft, puckering her lips more and quietly moaning each time she presses their pillowy softness against your length.

You help her, holding your cock with your free hand, keeping it still and upright to ensure she can cover the entire surface area of your shaft. Her hungry eyes remain transfixed on your face, fascinated with the way that she can make you shudder so easily with just her lips.

She does as she's told and more, taking her time with her lips, and after properly, passionately, showering your shaft with kisses, she lands back on your tip, giving it a last, longing press. She waits again after she’s finished, in anticipation of your next instruction, her lips barely an inch away from your tip, a thin rope of saliva forming a translucent bridge connecting her to your cock.

"Tongue out," you command next, and Yuna's lips part, opening her mouth and extending her lovely, pink tongue.

You lay your cock flat on her tongue, testing her patience, pushing how far you can take this new dynamic in your relationship. She remains frozen still, statuesque, save for the trace amount of drool that starts to drip down the corners of her mouth.

"Lick," you say, and Yuna eagerly drags her tongue upwards, licking the underside of your shaft and over the ridge that separates the head of your cock. It's a simple motion, but it makes you weak at your knees, forcing your hand to tighten on the back of Yuna's head, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the idol.

She flicks her tongue along the slit of your tip, scooping up the glob of pre-cum that had leaked out, before manoeuvring around to the other side of your cock, lathering your length from the head right down to the base of your shaft.

Yuna doesn't even need to try that hard - her tongue is long and wet and soft, and manages to stir strained groans and sighs of pleasure from you, using only simple, slow movements along every inch of you, leaving your cock covered in a sheen of her saliva.

Like with her kisses, Yuna takes her time, now understanding how the game is really played - just because she’s the one on her knees, hands behind her back, didn't mean that she isn't the one in control.

Realisation dawns on her dark chocolate eyes, studying you with a look so lustful, so erotic, that you have to remind yourself that it's Yuna that is on her knees before you, that it's your best friend that is turning you on far more than you've ever been before.

It's after a long, greedy lick of your cock that ends at your tip that you give her your next instruction - "now, use your - "

But Yuna's already ahead of you - she swirls her tongue around your head with such sudden immediacy that you nearly lose your footing, before sealing her lips around your cock and slowly taking an inch of you into her wet, hot mouth.

She can't go much further - only a few inches at first - but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, sucking tightly around you as she begins to bob her head back and forth on your cock. She takes you into her lips again and again, occasionally mixing up her noisy slurps with swishes of her tongue around your head, gaging your every reaction to her lips and tongues to direct the motions of her sucking.

After several gratuitous slurps of your length, Yuna's hands leave her back and joins the fray. She's learnt her lesson - approaching you with tenderness, she wraps her fingers carefully around your shaft and strokes you along with her sucks on your cock.

"God," you groan, your voice coming out far louder than you intended. Yuna smiles around your shaft, but rather than let her relish in how good she's already making you feel, you push down on her head, urging more of your cock past her wet lips and into her hot mouth.

As much as you want to match your hips with her back-and-forth pace on your cock and thrust freely into her face, you give her the time to adapt to your length and your girth. While Yuna's eager, she's clearly inexperienced, and while in the past you've experienced truly skilful blowjobs, just the fact that it was Yuna - that it’s her hot, wet lips suctioned around your cock, that it’s her hands stroking you up and down - makes everything feel utterly surreal and so much more exciting.

You tenderly stroke her hair, keeping the stray strands out of her face as she lovingly familiarises herself with your length - even though you’re the one getting your cock sucked, this is about her exploring your shaft with her wonderful mouth. The fact that it feels so God damn incredible is just another amazing bonus.

You can feel herself challenging herself on your cock, every odd bob of her head down your shaft she dips further down, gurgling slightly around your cock, before backing off to resume her previous pace. Yet each time, with each pump of your cock in and out of her mouth, she's able to take just a little bit more, extend the reach of her lips down your shaft that tiny distance farther, aided by the build of spit and slobber that now covers every inch of your length.

"Umm finnk mmmph mmph mmph!" Yuna sounds around your cock, unintelligible, muffled words vibrating around your shaft.

"What?" You ask, and Yuna gives you a sly, cute look, and she lifts her face off your cock with a loud smack of her lips.

"I said - I think I'm getting the hang of this!"

Her lips are already back on you as soon as the words have left Yuna's mouth, her hands on your hips, bracing herself and diving back onto you, pushing her her head down on your cock and taking in the most of your length so far, stealing an involuntary cry of "fuck!" from you.

Yuna pauses as your cock meets the back of her throat, hitting her right in her gag reflex. She coughs against you but keeps still, feeling your pulsating length tickle the back of her mouth before she withdraws again, letting your cock pop out of her mouth with a satisfied 'ah', punctuating her action with a generous swirl of her tongue, drawing around the circumference of your tip and eagerly licking up the dribbles of her saliva she had left behind.

"So much for a nun," Yuna teases, catching her breath between more scant kisses on your shaft. She can see your face, can hear your own laboured breaths, but she still has to ask - "do you like the way I suck your cock? I bet you love getting to watch your very own idol give you a blowjob?"

It feels good - far too good, and you know that with how quick she's learning, and with how eager and enthusiastic she is to have you in her mouth that it would be no time at all until she has you cumming down her throat.

She moves to take your cock back with her lips, but you hold her steady by the back of head and take her wrist with your other hand, stopping her stroking of your shaft.

Somewhere in the back of your mind - the childish, competitive part of your mind - you know you don't want to give her the satisfaction of making you cum so soon, you don't want to have her hold that over your head until the end of time, to throw it in your face in some future argument.

Not that you were even sure what would come next for your relationship - could you even be just friends with someone who was slurping down your cock?

Did you even want to be just friends?

"Hey!" Yuna gets your attention, pouting once again. "I wasn't done yet! Are you afraid of cumming too soon?"

You grit your teeth, a lie already prepared. "Like a first timer could make me cum so easily. Let me show you how it's done."

"Oh, really?"

"Lie back."

"What are you - "

"Lie back, Yuna," you repeat, this time with deliberate firmness.

Your change in tone flicks a switch inside Yuna, turning her docile once more, and she turns herself over, letting herself fall back into the bed with eager obedience.

Yuna stretches herself out backwards, reaching the wall with her fingertips, and lying her head on the set of stacked pillows. With her ass already on the edge of the mattress, she posts her legs on either side of her, reading your intentions and parting her thighs for you. "Show me what you got, Romeo."

You've never seen her look so vulnerable before, purposefully laying herself bare and completely at your mercy - just for you. She's naked, save for the shirt, doing little to hide anything at all - wide open and exposing her humble, perky breasts, and showing off her tight, skinny, little waist.

Nothing covers her from the waist down, however, and it's between her legs that you take your position, falling to your knees in front of the bed, taking in an up-close view of her bare, cleanly shaven pussy. She's already wet - her lips juicy and glistening, well-prepared from her earlier masturbation, and at the top of her mound her clit stands exposed and stiff with arousal.

Your eyes follow downwards, and you smirk at the way the generous cheeks of her ass squish into the mattress beneath her, and as much as you want to flip her over and bury your face between those gorgeous cheeks, you know that you have work to do.

Proving your point to Yuna means pleasing her entire body - beginning with the very tips of her meticulously manicured toes. She can't see you from her position, and she shivers with surprise at your starting point, as you take her right foot - as flawless and blemish-free as the rest of her - into your hands.

"I knew you were a weirdo," she murmurs, but you ignore her quip, carefully massaging the pads of your thumbs into the slope of her foot. You knead the ball of her foot with your fingers, and slowly raise her foot up higher as you bend down closer to her painted toes.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," you reply.

"As if - ah -" Yuna gasps as you kiss her first toe, and you smile to yourself as you feel it curl against your lips in response. You take care to give each digit its own kiss, and while Yuna is out of remarks as you reach the smallest of her toes, she does hold a breath as you lift her foot higher, giving you access to the sole, and allowing you to familiarise your tongue with its velvety texture.

You continue massaging and caressing her foot with your hands as you drag your tongue over the ball of her foot, up its arch, and towards her heel, indulging yourself in the soft, salty-sweetness of her skin.

You resist the urge to say 'I told you so' when she lets out a whimper as your tongue leaves her foot. You return your lips to her ankle, however, kissing your way up the long runway that is her slender leg.

It's much time spent, but no time wasted - how could it be wasted when your lips are pressed against her shin, or your tongue tickles underneath her knee, or you get your first, proper taste of her firm, muscled thighs.

Yuna's legs are as long as they are lovely, and it takes time to give them the attention they deserve - to give the right amount of gentle coaxing that makes her mewl and moan and sets Yuna's whole body on fire.

She adjusts her body as you make your way up her leg, trying to rush you through to the wet, pink treasure that lies at the end of your journey. But you take your time, ignoring her futile efforts to reach for the back of your head, desperately needing you to find her pussy with your tongue as soon as possible.

You plant kisses on her creamy-white thighs, and as if you entered some secret passcode with your lips, her thighs part even wider for you, giving you explicit access to her slick, inviting pussy.

Yuna sighs in relief as you move closer to her heat, and a pained moan escapes her lips as she feels your breath over her lips, only to be replaced with a whimper as you dodge her pussy and veer to her other thigh, latching on to her skin and tasting the dewy residue that lingers on her.

Kissing into the groove that separates her leg from her crotch puts you in range of her hands, and it's with a harsh yank that you're pulled by your hair back to her pussy.

Despite the momentary sting, you still grin when you see her face, as she lifts her neck up to lock eyes with you - eyes communicating need, lust, want - begging for more than what you're giving her.

"Like I said," you say, "anticipation."

You stay there, breathing on her mound, watching Yuna's face, emotions torn between doing what she swore to never do - admit you're right - and needing her pussy to be eaten by you.

Yuna makes up her mind and looks down on you, eyes wide and alluring, lips pursed in a pout, and she begs - "please."

The word is like a trigger, a simple request laden with sexual desire, leading you to breathe in her pussy, giving her a long, slow lick starting from the very bottom of her folds, and dragging your tongue up to the very tip of her clit, getting your first full, sweet taste of Yuna's hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Yuna moans, thighs squeezing tighter against your ears, pulling your face closer into her trembling folds, while raising her hips higher to push more of herself against your tongue.

You resist her urging, determined to take her at your own pace, gracing her with slow, purposeful, long licks. You gather all the juices that had lined her folds on your tongue, tasting each nook and cranny of her beckoning pussy, enjoying the quiver of her thighs on either side of your head as you drink in Yuna.

Yuna moans and gasps with each lick, with each kiss against her sensitive flesh, and you revel in the opportunity to tease out each agonising sigh from her pretty, pink lips.

"More," Yuna whispers in a hushed, desperate voice. "Please, I want it."

"You need to say it, Yuna," you say, far from done hearing Yuna say just how much she wanted you.

"I - I need it!" Yuna exclaims, "I need you to eat my pussy."

She's waited long enough, and you reward her accordingly - you snake a hand between her legs, carefully spreading apart her glossy pussy lips with your fingers, pulling back her hood and leaving her clit standing alone. You have intentionally been avoiding the centre of her arousal, but now you make it your sole focus, testing her with a light lick with just the tip of your tongue.

Yuna's legs wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing to do but satiate your appetite with her pussy, pressing your lips to her mound and sucking on her needy clit.

"God - ah - yes!" Yuna cries out, as her fingers claw at your hair and her ankles lock behind your neck. You fall face-first into her cunt, suctioning your lips around her, working at a steady pace on her pussy, giving her more generous licks with your tongue, passionately frenching her folds and drinking in the sweet, tangy nectar that dribbles into your mouth.

Yuna disappears into her own world - she moans and writhes and squirms and you need to take hold of her thighs to keep her steady while you suck harder and harder on her swollen clit. She responds in kind, fucking herself against your tongue, grinding her hips onto your face, suffocating you with her drenched, delicious heat.

With each lick Yuna gets louder and louder, her body gets hotter, and from your vantage point between her luscious thighs, you spy an expression of true bliss painted on her face, as she hurtles towards her orgasm.

Still, your job isn't complete and in the corner of your eye you spot the gleam of the silver vibrator, previously discarded and nearly forgotten.

Unnoticed to Yuna, who's far too busy basking in the sensations your tongue is making her feel, you reach over and take the toy. She doesn't even hear its buzz when you switch it on, and it's only when your lips loosen from her clit, and your tongue leaves to explore further south that Yuna finally opens her mouth in protest, whimpering, "no - FUCK!"

Yuna throws her head back into the pillows, holding onto handfuls of your hair for dear life as you press the vibrator up against her clit, keeping the buzzing toy steady while you plunder her needy, soaking wet hole with your tongue.

Time barely passes but it's all too much and all too sudden, and she can't even last another second before her hips involuntarily rise off the mattress and she loses complete control of her own body, a slave to the rapturous elation you're making her feel.

"Th - that's it!" Yuna shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls until all you hear, all you taste, and all you know is her. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually - fuck - about to - FUCK!"

Yuna's thighs close in on you, sandwiching your head in their warmth, trapping your face up against the heat of her sopping wet pussy. You ride out her orgasm with her, keeping the vibrator pressed flush against her clit, while maintaining the pace of your tongue on her hot, slick flesh.

She shakes against you, her hips convulsing and rocking against your lips, loosening a steady stream of warm, sweet juices that freely flow onto your waiting, lapping tongue.

Her grip loosens on your head, her fingers slipping out from your hair and her arms carelessly swing outwards. She loses herself in the throes of her orgasm - a pillow flies off the bed, sailing over your shoulder and hitting the table next to you, sending half-finished bottles of soju tumbling over and rolling onto the carpet, spilling out their contents onto the floor.

She barely cares, barely even registers the fact, still trembling and quivering upon you, trying to endure the remaining waves of pleasure crashing over her tight body.

A long minute of heavy breathing and quiet whimpers pass, and Yuna manages to somewhat recover, allowing her legs to slip off your shoulders, and rediscovering her own voice.

"I didn't know," Yuna gasps, trying to catch her own breath, her hips twitching against you, smearing her wetness all over your chin. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

You chuckle to yourself, proud of your work, lifting your face from her pussy and licking off the juices that linger on your lips. You wipe the remainder off your chin with the back of your hand, taking a moment to examine its lustre, before licking that up as well, savouring the taste.

Yuna reaches for you, and you take her offered hand, helping yourself up to your feet and onto the bed with her. You crawl over her, posting your knees on either side of her thighs and your hands on either side of her shoulders.

You bring your face level with Yuna's - despite the fact that she just came on your face, she still looks so innocent, so demure, so much like the Yuna you know. Her cheeks are a bright rosy red, whether from the aftermath of her orgasm or the alcohol, or just plain shyness, you can't be sure, but it gives her an ethereal, other-worldly glow.

You want nothing more in the world than to kiss her, to take the lips that you realise you've spent years longing for - often fantasising about, but never imagining that they could actually be yours. You carefully brush a strand of hair from her face, leaning down and moving in to finally kiss her.

"Wait," Yuna stops you, reaching up for your face with both hands, cradling your cheeks in her palms. "I - I want you to know that you're my first."

You absorb her words, appreciating her admission, appreciating her willingness to cut through all the games, all the silliness, all the safeguards the two of you have used to protect your relationship and make herself vulnerable for you. "Tell me what you want, Yuna."

"I want you," Yuna breathes the magical words into existence, and you can't help but smile in response. "I want you to be my first. I've always wanted you."

Everything - every mixed feeling of friendship, of love, of lust, every ounce of tension that exists in the space between the two of you and has grown over the past few years - it all culminates in a kiss - a slow, gentle, sweet kiss.

Hands become tangled in hair, bodies are pressed together, and you become intimately aware of how sweet and wonderful Yuna tastes. A moan into your mouth and your lips part, breathing her in, deepening your kiss and letting her tongue seek its partner within your own mouth.

It's tender and loving and passionate, and it's through your kiss, through the dance of your tongues that you say all the things that you've ever wished you had said to each other.

She holds your face in her hands, pulling you closer to her, while you run your own hand up her body, tracing the curve of her waist, stopping when you take hold of the lining of her bra.

Her shirt and sports bra come off all at once - you carefully roll the clothing up and off her body, treating the reveal of her chest like some precious ceremony, needing to see more of her.

You break the kiss, avoiding her chasing lips to take in Yuna's unencumbered chest. Without the clothing in the way, you can truly appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts - small, firm, and round, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, already raised and taut and ready for your lips.

You do what you've only been able to dream of before, diving in on her dark, dusky nipples, greedily taking the stiff bud atop her right breast between your hungry lips, while taking her left into the palm of your hand - massaging, pulling and pinching.

Kissing turns to licking turns to sucking, and soon Yuna's gasping as you feast on her tight, needy nubs, tasting their pure deliciousness, committing the texture of Yuna's nipple on your tongue to memory.

You submerge yourself in her chest, haphazardly marking your territory, sucking and squeezing and licking, swapping from breast to breast, filling your mouth with as much of her as you could, while Yuna writhes beneath you, moaning beautiful cries of pleasure into your ear with every swirl of your tongue and graze of your teeth.

You're only stopped by Yuna bunching up your shirt into your hands and pushing you off her chest to hold you above her. Rather than make any effort with your buttons, Yuna simply rips your shirt apart, sending buttons sailing across the room.

It's her time to show her own hunger, her own greed for your body, pulling you back down to her and attacking your own chest with her tongue and her lips, kissing into your body and marking you as you did her. As her teeth brush against your own nipple, you grasp her shoulders, separating her from you and pinning her down into the mattress below.

Frenzied, torrid eyes mirror one another, and you voice the words you had been waiting to say all night.

"Yuna," you say, your voice raspy and low. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Do it," Yuna breathes, her hot breath tickling against your cheek. "Just - please - be gentle, okay?"

"Whatever you want, however you want." You lean down, pressing your lips to hers, sealing your promise to her with a kiss. "It's all yours."

"No," Yuna whispers back, "I'm all yours."

You kiss her again, throwing yourself back in immediately from where you left off, slipping your tongue back into her mouth and intertwining with hers. You help her take off your shirt, tossing it aside before you fall back into her waiting arms.

You manoeuvre around each other, naked bodies twisting into one, finding your way between her legs and positioning yourself between her thighs, resting your cock a hair's breadth away from the hot, slick lips of her pussy.

You continue your kisses onto her cheek, down the curve of her jaw, finding your way to her ear to whisper your final instruction - "put it in."

You wait for her, needing her to be the one to take the lead - she has to be the one to cross that final threshold and take your cock for her own.

Yuna grasps your shaft, and you gasp as she runs her hand down your length from tip to base, wrapping her fingers around you and giving you a long, slow pump, and aiming the head of your cock at her dripping entrance.

Your eyes remain on her face the whole time, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to release a breathless moan, pulling you into her, drawing you past her plump, wet, lips and into her waiting, juicy pussy.

Yuna is hot and wet and perfect, but most of all she is tight. As wet for you as she already is, even with your cock barely inside her, you know she is by far the tightest girl you've ever been with.

You need to take it agonisingly slow - need to feed her pussy every inch of your cock bit by bit, let her mould herself around your length, let her walls ripple and close around your shaft. Like with her mouth, Yuna adapts her pussy to you, generously lathering your cock with her juices, wrapping you in a silky embrace that's so easy to sink into.

Yuna sets the pace, closing her legs behind you, squeezing her thighs against your hips, and drawing you in deeper and deeper inside her. With each additional inch Yuna's whimpers rise in pitch, and it's through your soft kisses into her neck that you let her know it's okay for her to take her time.

It gives you the opportunity to relish every moment, to feel the intimacy of having her so close to you, wrapped around you and pressed against your body, to truly experience the divine depths of Yuna's pussy.

Her whimpers in your ear soon turn into full, loud moans, and it's when you finally, triumphantly, fully impale her on your cock that Yuna loses all sense of self and cries out your name - not your nickname, not Romeo, not an insult, not a taunt, but your name - and you swear you've never heard a sound more beautiful than your name leaving her lips.

Yuna's eyes snap open and go wide - both from being so totally filled for the first time, and in surprise at herself that she let your name so shamelessly slip from her lips.

You lift your head up, releasing a breath you weren't even aware you’ve been holding, and search for Yuna's eyes, asking her, "you okay?"

She smiles up at you - a smile filled with affection, love, satisfaction - telling you all you need to know. "Yes… It - it feels good. I just didn't expect it to feel this big inside me. I've thought about this so many times but I never thought it would feel like this."

Yuna shifts her hips around you, sinking into the feeling of being so completely filled for the very first time, moaning softly as she grinds her hips against you, letting you know she's ready for more.

"I'm better than okay," Yuna whispers. "Please - keep going. Make love to me."

You give her a small nod, carefully drawing your hips back, trying your best to withstand the feeling of her pussy desperately grasping onto you as you pull your cock out of her. You only take out a few inches at first before you push back into her, fucking her at slow, loving pace, letting her adjust to your length, letting her pussy get wetter and wetter, get more used to taking you to the hilt and having you fill her.

Yuna moans with each entry and gasps with each exit, her hips raise to meet you with each thrust, and you feel every squeeze, every clench of her tight walls around you, as you do your best to stretch her out around your thick girth. Every pump into her perfect body gets easier and easier, every stroke longer and deeper, and before long you're fucking her to a steady beat.

The pleasure is almost mind-numbing - each thrust is better than the last, your only disappointment is that you can't see your shaft disappear again and again into her incredible pussy. You're both still so sensitive - Yuna from just having orgasmed, and you from spending the past hour on the edge of your own - and it makes everything feel so unreal - it makes Yuna feel so unreal.

"It's so good - God - so good!" Yuna gasps. "But you can - you can fuck me hard - ah!"

You slam your hips into her before she can finish her sentence, penetrating her completely and fucking her down and into the mattress. You try your best to reach the deepest parts of her pussy, only letting your cock slip out halfway before you drive back into her body with enough force that the bed starts to buckle and creak beneath you.

You don't fuck her faster - not yet - you just maintain the steady rhythm of your hips crashing into her body again and again and again, drawing out a slew of words that you have never thought in your wildest dreams could possibly come out of Yuna's lips.

"Oh - Oh God! That's so fucking deep," Yuna cries out. "Just like that - ah - stretch me out just like that - fuck!"

Her words spur you, driving you mad with lust and need for more of her body. You shift yourself up, letting go of her body and posting your hands on either side of her shoulders into a half push-up, giving you the perfect angle and leverage to fuck your cock down and into her.

Her whole body is rocked each time your hips meet - delighting you with the bounce of her small, perfectly round breasts, shaking with each thrust of your cock into her, and with the up and down flickering of her stiff, glistening nipples, still wet and marked with your saliva.

You reach up with your hand, squeezing her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, pinching and groping at her chest, wantonly having your way with Yuna's body.

"Fuck!" Yuna exclaims. "I've wanted this for so long. All those girls - those bitches - "

Yuna grabs your face with her hands, turning your face to hers and making sure you're looking in her eyes. She's the perfect contradiction of filth and purity, beautiful features twisted in serene pleasure, unmatched visuals voicing the lewdest thoughts.

"They were right to be jealous of me," Yuna declares. "Now fuck me faster - more - please!"

Your pace picks up - her pussy is wet enough, has covered your cock with enough of her juices that you can glide in and out of her with increasing ease. She settles into the rhythm of your fucking, encouraging you with her whimpers and moans and gasps, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations you're making her feel.

Yuna's movements beneath you grow wilder and unrestrained - she kisses into your neck, whispers sweet nothings into your ear, desperately roams your back with her hands. You've had your fair sure of partners before - partners who had wanted it rough, or who had wanted it hard or fast, or wanted nothing more than a quick orgasm - but with Yuna it's different. It's at once filthy and loving, a true feeling of someone matching you on both a primal and intimate level, of being joined with someone, of experiencing every single ounce of pleasure your bodies had to offer each other.

It’s like her pussy was made for you, moulded specifically around your cock, built to drive you wild with it’s impossible tightness, blazing heat, and unending wetness.

"God… Oh God," Yuna gasps in your ear, "oh God that feels so good! So God-damn good inside me!"

Her hands clasp behind your neck, snatching you up and pulling you down into her, burying her sweat-covered forehead into your neck and pressing her tight, heavenly body up against yours, desperately doing everything she can to have as much of you joined with her as possible.

"That - that feels so fucking good. I can - oh God - I can feel all of you. "

Your pace builds and builds, and your hands feel for her - feel the curves of her waist, the ridges of her stomach, the softness of her breasts - and you kiss and lick at her neck, her cheek, her lips - receiving her sighs and moans as you devour Yuna with your hands and your tongue.

"As fast as you want - you can - fuck - you can do whatever you want with me."

You do as she says, hooking your hands onto the back of her shoulders and thrusting up and into her without restraint. You do as you want, savouring her, leaving her no more room to adapt, only to experience, to quiver and tremble beneath you, to give herself over to you as you fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out and in and out of her incredibly tight, wet pussy.

Yuna flexes herself around you, tensing her muscles, squeezing around you as you penetrate her, making sure you feel the embrace of her slick walls around your cock as you fuck her with all the strength you have in your body.

"God - yes - fuck yes! I need - I want you so bad! I want your body - I want your cock." Yuna's words are no longer simple pleas, instead desperate demands, lustful desires that you're more than happy to fulfil. "I want your cum - I want to make you cum - I've wanted it for so damn long."

You can only muster grunts and groans in response, all your effort and mental focus devoted to the sole task of giving Yuna the fucking that she deserved.

"Why do you think I bought those toys? I fuck myself on that dildo thinking of you - but I should've known it doesn't even come close to the real - ah - fucking - ah - thing!"

It's her moans, mixed in with the slapping of skin to skin, and the sound of your cock bathing itself in the juices of her pussy that is enough to send you over the edge, to drive you to fuck her with every last bit of energy you have while you can still hold yourself back from your inevitable climax.

"I'm gonna -" Yuna tries to speak but can't even finish her own words before they're overtaken by her gasps and moans. You're no better - you can only acknowledge her attempt with a grunt, drunk on the feeling of her arms and legs coiling around you tighter, her warm, wet walls clenching and her whole body giving itself over to your cock.

She's so, so close - her back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure, lifting itself up and pressing her nakedness against you. It's then that she lets go, doing away with the idea of holding on for any longer - letting her oncoming orgasm wash over her, letting it rock her being and overwhelming her with pleasure - her face twisting in pained bliss, her body turning hot, and her pussy gushing around you.

"So good," Yuna says, her breaths becoming moans becoming words, repeating over and over in a declaration of pleasure. "So good - so good - it's - SO- FUCKING - GOOD!"

Her heels dig into your back, forcing you into a harsh thrust deep into her quivering, shaking cunt, and sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body that becomes far too much for even you to handle. It's enough to push you to the brink, to pull you into joining her in bliss, and it's one excruciatingly delightful squeeze of her walls around you that forces your own orgasm forth, drawing the first thick stream of hot cum straight into the depths of her pussy.

She pulses and tightens around you as you throb and spasm within her, matching her orgasm for orgasm - your cum lining the walls of her pussy as her juices continue to flow freely around your waist - your two bodies intensifying and magnifying the pleasure taken from each other.

Through the haze of your own orgasm you manage to glimpse the beautiful visage of Yuna lost in the throes of her pure ecstasy - her eyes shut, lost in a world of her own satisfaction, and her mouth frozen open - a soft, warm exhale where an endless moan used to be.

The two of you remain as one for several more glorious seconds, your every burst of semen into her answered by the trembles of her body around you, filling her to the brim with cum and cock, until finally, every drop of your cum and every drop of her juices is entirely expended, pooling in the very place where your two bodies meet.

Your cock stays buried inside her warmth as the last vestiges of your respective orgasms fade away, leaving the two of you breathless, naked and vulnerable in each other's arms.

Eventually you roll to your side, with Yuna following after you, settling on top of you, draping a leg over your thighs and an arm over your chest. You hug her close, holding her as if she would float away if you let go.

You both need time to come down from the high of your fucking - Yuna herself remains silent against you, save for her heavy, laboured breaths, completely exhausted and overstimulated. She's never looked so small to you as she does now, nestled against your chest, so comfortable in your arms as if it’s where she was always meant to be.

She summons enough strength to lift her head, opening her wide, brown eyes to meet yours. Seeing her then - bathed in the lovely afterglow of sex, looking absolutely angelic - makes you wonder how you went so long without ever being with her in the first place.

You kiss her - the most natural thing to do, the only thing to do - and confirm that yes, the unreal beauty in your arms is real. The kiss is soft and sweet, her perfect lips lightly brushing against yours, her tongue gently caressing your own. You can feel her lips turn upwards into a smile as she kisses you, and you know it would be impossible to hold back your own stupid grin.

It's with a small giggle that she breaks your kiss, nuzzling her head against your chest while she looks down at the lasting evidence of your sex around your waists and on the bed below.

"God, you really made a mess of me, Romeo," Yuna murmurs dreamily into your chest.

'Mess' is the last word you would use to describe Yuna, but you still take your own peek at the very obvious stains on the bedsheets beneath you, as well as the spilled soju bottles now sprawled across the bedroom's carpet. The room is filled with the mixed aromas of soju and sex, and you know it’ll take more than an open window to rid the bedroom of the smell.

Yuna kisses your skin over where your heart is, tickling your chin with her hair as she does. Her kisses are soft and cute and loving, in the same way that Yuna is all those things and more, and she only stops when a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she lifts her head and look back up at you again.

"Oh," she says.

"What?"

"This isn't my bed."

"What?" You ask.

Yuna giggles once again, before answering, "Lia is going to be so mad when she sees this. Oh well! Future Yuna's problem. But we should probably at least attempt to clean up."

"It is getting late," you say.

"Stay," Yuna says, not giving you the chance to even dare suggest that you leave her side. "You’re staying with me tonight."

You kiss her on her forehead reassuringly, and even now you’re not putting up a fight against Yuna’s whims. Still, you glance in the direction of the bathroom, just outside the door. "Then how about a shower?"

"Together?" Yuna proposes, the implication so thick in her voice that you start to crumble all over again. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours?"

Yuna excitedly unravels herself from you, slipping out of your grasp and rising from the bed, standing before you in her full, glorious nakedness. You stare at her, mentally reminding yourself that yes, you did just have sex with the perfect, slim, tight idol before you, and that yes, that is your cum, thick and white and viscous, running down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Yuna asks, her voice bringing you out of your reverie.

"Remembering this," you reply, and Yuna extends a hand to you, helping you up from the bed, and bringing you with her to the bathroom.

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"Argh! What the - " You exclaim as something hits you in the face, forcing you awake. You open your eyes just in time to catch Yuna drawing her foot back to kick you in the face.

"Come on, I thought you liked this sort of stuff?" She teases, stamping her foot onto your cheek, sending you rolling across the bed. "Hurry up and get out of my house, Romeo."

"Fuck, okay!" You say, but Yuna keeps poking you with her foot, to the point where you have to tumble out of the bed to escape her prods.

"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed and then we both have to be out of here," Yuna says, already leaving the room. "Unlike you, I have to work, and I definitely don't trust you enough to be alone in our dorm, so chop chop!"

You rub your bleary eyes, adjusting your vision to the sunlight seeping through the window and directly onto your face. You scan the room for your clothes - your shirt is crumpled in a corner, your pants are hanging from a bed post, and your socks are suspiciously missing and presumably lost forever in the mess that is Yuna's room.

If you were slightly more coherent, you would make a quip about how disorganised she is, but instead you just grumble and get to your feet and start picking up your clothes.

It's when you're putting on your pants that you spot Yuna leaning on the bedroom door frame, watching you with a small smile.

"Just enjoying the view," she giggles, making you suddenly aware of your own nakedness. "Nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."

"Yeah," you say, far too tired and a little too hungover to feel any sense of shame. Plus, she was right - she had seen more than enough of you last night. Yet that still didn't stop her ogling.

"Anyway, I don't have time to waste," Yuna says, more to herself than anything, before adding, "I'll message you when I'm done with my schedule today."

"Right."

"Make sure you pick someplace nice," she continues. "And wear something better than that. Maybe try a haircut too."

"Uh - what?"

"For our first date, dummy."

"Our first - " you start. "You're not allowed to date."

"I never said that," she says. "I may have let you believe it, but I never said it."

"Then why - "

"Because I like you, idiot."

You have no idea what to say to that - have no idea what to even think. Of course you like her - but... But what?

Yuna doesn't give you any time to sort out your thoughts or your feelings, and steps across the room towards you. You can't help the thumping of your heart, nor the lump in your throat, or your shortness of breath, you can only stand still as your friend - the girl you've loved longer than you have even been aware of yourself - approaches you.

It could just be a trick of the light, but you swear she’s never looked so good, and you feel like you're truly seeing her for the first time. Were her eyes always so bright? Did her smile always make your heart race? Was she always so beautiful?

Yuna theatrically sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly, and asks - "how do I look?"

You blink, and try to think of something to say that isn't totally stupid. "Uh - "

"That good, huh?" Yuna smirks, leaning even closer to you. She even smells incredible.

Yuna places her right hand on your cheek, while snaking her left her hand onto your waist. She stands on the tips of her toes, leaning forward to press her lips against yours, giving you what feels like will be the first of many of these kinds of kisses.

She holds her lips against yours for a precious few seconds, enough for you to wrap your arms around her back and keep her with you for just that little bit longer.

Reluctantly, you let the kiss reach its natural end, and Yuna falls back on the heels of her feet.

She starts to separate from you, letting herself out of your grasp, but it’s then when you both simultaneously become aware of your cock, having itself just woken up from its slumber.

“Ah, that’s -” you say, floundering to find an innocent explanation for your morning wood.

Yuna stops you, and a smile grows on her face, spreading into a dangerous, lustful grin. "I guess I could be talked into being late today, Romeo."

#kpop smut #itzy smut #yuna smut #male reader

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folklorefairyy · 11 months

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of driving and daydreams - s.h

summary - in which steve loves singing his heart out and dreaming of the future with his sweetheart beside him

warnings - mentions of food, kissing and general relationship touching

word count - 0.9k

author's note - This is loosely inspired by a wonderful thought by an anon which you can find here! I just loved the idea of singing in the car with stevie! Used a semi-accurate time period song!

Steve loved driving with you. Whether it was a quick trip dropping you off to a coffee shop on his way to work or a long drive to the beach on a hot summer’s day, Steve loved his time behind the wheel with you at his side.

With one hand on the wheel, the other rests on the bare skin of your thigh, thumb rubbing soft swoops into the warm flesh below the denim of your shorts. The sun is beaming through the window, encasing you both in an amber glow, the chocolate in Steve's eyes turning to honey through the haze. You’re off to have a late afternoon picnic, summer sun still glowing brightly despite the passing hours.

You’d spent the morning in his kitchen, cutting fruit whilst Steve prepared some sandwiches, strawberry stained lips creating sugar-sweet kisses in between tasks. A gingham blanket and a picnic basket sit comfortably in the back-seat, your sandals thrown haphazardly amongst them, knowing you'll want to run barefoot in the grass the moment you get there.

Steve hums along to some song on the radio, sunglasses perched on his nose, freckles kissing the skin in a constellation brought out by time spent lounging in the sun. His hair flaps in the wind, strands swirling in their wake thanks to the rolled down windows. Tanned arm stretched towards the wheel, muscles flexing with each slight shift. Your boyfriend is handsome to begin with, but god does he look pretty in summer, it's like he’s the sun incarnate, glowing with something you wish you could bottle up for when you were apart.

You lean forward, sunglasses slipping from your hair to rest across your eyes, and fiddle with the radio stations, hoping for something summery to come on. Steve eyes you through his peripheral vision, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches your nose scrunch in concentration, the task of finding a perfect song clearly being a serious one. He knows you'll get bored halfway through and want to change it like you always do, eager to hear the next song, but he finds your determination adorable every time.

‘Head Over Heels’, blasts through speakers of the car and he squeezes your thigh softly in protest, announcing, ‘I love this song honey, keep it on,’ another squeeze to emphasise his point. The opening beats begin and he taps his hand atop the steering wheel, head bobbing along, hair flopping with each movement. Your mouth pulls into an amused smile, his actions endearing. He starts singing the lyrics, softly at first, absentmindedly mumbling along. He can feel your gaze upon his face, cheeks warming at the thought of you watching him. He never thought he'd find someone so enamoured with him that his singing would be a spectacle you’d want to witness, and yet here you were, soaking up every word that fell from his lips, just like your skin with the sun's rays through the car's windows.

As the song builds to the chorus he starts to make eye contact with you, head tilted towards yours as he directs the words to you. His voice gets louder, filled with joy and enthusiasm, and whilst some words come off pitchy, you don’t think you've ever heard a more beautiful song, his happiness infectious.

His hand lifts from your thigh to make an imaginary microphone, and he throws his head back in an act of passion as he sings the chorus. ‘Something happens and I’m head over heels,’ flies from his lips, eyes locking with yours, nodding dramatically as he sings much too loud for the small space - you couldn't care less, his voice blanketing you in something you can only describe as glee - at the love you feel for him and his own joy.

As the song continues, and he tries to practice road safety alongside his antics, he puts on a silly voice, trying to mimic the artist and make you laugh. Giggles fall from your lips at his charm, and he thinks they must be the prettiest song he’s ever heard, he nearly turns the song off just to hear them clearer.

As the song nears it’s close, he flings his hand in front of yours, microphone at the ready, and stares you down with the cheesiest grin and you find your own pulling wider. He shakes his hand in prompt, even smushing it softly into the warm skin of your cheek, and through a fit of giggles you join him in bringing the song to a close. You probably look like the dorkiest people in the world, heads tilted towards one another, saccharine smiles on your faces as you belt the lyrics together, but you couldn't care less - the only person who matters most sitting beside you.

When the song ends and fades into another Steve watches you, slightly breathless with a grin still pulling at your lips, fixing the sunglasses atop your head, and he feels like his heart could burst at the sight. He realises that he could spend forever doing this with you, enjoying the simple bliss of shared songs and laughter.

As he continues the drive to the field, the both of you indulging in your karaoke session further, he daydreams of summer days to come. His hand returns to your thigh with a squeeze you know is a silent, ‘I love you,’ you saying your own with a kiss to his bicep. He knows he’s head over heels for you, and he can't wait to fall further.

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Hello, hello! Major congratulations on making the Centurion Follower Event!👍 Now for the event, I'd like to request a fluffy scenario in which Farena meets Leona’s girlfriend after hearing about her from Cheka, please. It takes place during the Tamashina-Mina event. Thanks a bunch!

The Royal Meetup Part 1

Leona x FEM! S/O

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) warnings: N/A

Berry: thank you so much! OMG I've just been thinking about this when I was playing the event ;=; one scenario with Leona coming up! this was longer than expected and I wrote this around 3-4AM. I'm fine *laughs*

You choked on your drink.

Sure it's sounds concerning, but the thing that caused you to do so is even more.

"We'd like to request miss (Y/N) (L/N)'s attendance to the royal palace along with second prince Leona at once." Stood four tall and rather intimidating female beastmen whom you can assume were part of the royal guards. That and because Leona perked right up and had a slightly shocked expression on his face when he heard their voices.

You and Leona had split up from the usual group, where the chamberlain offered to tour the group around while the two of you explored booths that catered to both of your interests.

In the midst of you two conversing (and often times teasing each other), you began to notice a looming shadow behind Leona, and that's where it led you to this predicament.

"Under whose orders?" Leona spoke up as he stood beside you as he peered his eyes at the group in front of you. One of them nodded with a smile as she gestures towards you.

"Your nephew, crowned prince Cheka has been singing excitedly to your brother that you have found a partner. First prince Farena was informed that miss (Y/N) was coming along to this event, so he sent us immediately to come get you."

"I-..." You uttered. "I'm going to meet your brother?" You looked up to your boyfriend with excitement only to see him rubbing his temples, muttering under his breath. "noisy little..."

"We must leave at once, we must not let your brother waiting, we'll be taking the li-"

"-We'll be taking the limo, I understand." Leona sighed as he then laid a protective hand on your back, guiding you to the parking area where you saw a matte-black limousine.

Surrounded by even more strong beastwomen, they had already been standing at attention and bowed their head as soon as they noticed you walking closer. Leona then went ahead and opened the door for you, nudging his head towards the cool interior of the vehicle.

The car ride was smooth as it took the scenic route, making you able to see more parts of Sunrise City. It was a breathtaking view as it had you leaning against the window almost the entire ride. but what really caught your attention was the small army of royal guards jogging at the same speed as the car.

"When you said that the women of Afterglow Savannah are a force to be reckoned with." You turned towards Leona. "You really weren't messing around." You chuckled as you continued to watch.

"Told ya." He smirked. You faced him once more, raising an eyebrow at him. "That's it? no teasing remark like how I should do that next time when we're in PE?" You nudged his elbow with a smile.

"Well excuse me for not bursting at the seems of seeing my brother again." His arms crossed as he overlooked the city passing by, getting even more and more closer to the palace.

You hummed as you place a gentle hand on his forearm. The lion beastman looked towards you only to see you give a reassurring smile, scooting yourself closer to the point you're on his lap.

"We'll be okay..."

"Have you met my brother?"

"He just wants to see how his lil bro is going is all."

"I could have easily just sent him a letter stating 'Dearest brother Farena, I'm in a loving relationship with someone who can finally put up with me. here's an image of her for reference~" He chuckled to which you rolled your eyes at.

"hm...so why didn't you?" You asked. Leona instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, his brows furrowed as the vehicle has now reached the royal gates.

"Could you imagine the press hearing that their scorned second prince being in a relationship with someone?" That made you keep quiet for a while as the thought of meeting Leona's family now making you feel nauseous.

He notices this and pats your head softly with a soft grin. "Don't dwell on it now." He opens the door and offered his hand towards you. "Let's get this over with."

"Ah so you must be miss (Y/N) (L/N), what an honor to finally see my little brother's significant other!" A booming voice nearly frightened you. You both were waiting in one of the many lounges within the palace and now were face to face with the first prince Farena Kingscholar.

Farena stepped forward and bowed his head in front of you. "May I shake your hand?" He asked excitedly, having the same familiar glint in his eyes as Cheka from the last time you saw him. You nodded, laughing a bit nervously to the whole situation.

"It's an honor to meet you as well uh, your highness." You stammered as you quickly make an attempt of a curtsy. Through that split second, you could hear Leona stifling his laughter at the scene.

Farena looked at Leona with a sigh. "Brother.." He nagged. "It is not nice to laugh at your woman, she's trying." Farena gestured towards you with a small smile.

"It's not that Farena my dearest brother." He said with a smug where it earned him both you and Farena rolling your eyes at him. "I just simply find my woman amusing and adorable about her first time meeting royalty is all."

Farena turned towards you. "Is Leona always likes this to you?"

"One of the many charms that made me fall for your brother, your highness." You sigh as you shook your head at your boyfriend.

The first prince nodded along and then clapped his hands. "Well, I see that Leona has indeed found someone who shares his sense of humour." He trudged along as he hook an arm around Leona, making you chuckle in the process. "As his older brother, that puts me at ease."

Leona quickly removed Farena's arm away from him. His ears flattened at the embarrassment. "Is that all you needed to say, I have a job to do in the Catch The Tail event, remember?"

"I am very much aware, no need to remind me now but this will take a moment." Farena noted as he went to my side once more. "if it's alright with the two of you, I'd want to talk to (Y/N) in private."

End of part 1 (Part 2)

Berry: yeah as I'm writing, and as much as I want to continue it all here, this could be getting long so part 2 will be uploaded shortly!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst scenarios #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x you #twst leona

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moanz111 · 11 months

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✩°⋆｡ system error ⋆｡°✩ - 3

chapter 3 ✧ lost in the lights - written

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synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

pairing ✧ uni student! choi san x fem! uni student! reader

wc ✧ 2.3 k

warnings ✧ party, mentions of getting drunk/alcohol/throwing up, slight angst, there might be mistakes (tell me if i've missed something ♡)

mood songs ✧

You feel awkward.

Sitting in the backseat of your car and listening to the late-night university radio show, you wait for your dear friend Jeongin to come out of the luxurious house in front of you. As you check your watch, you realise it’s been 48 minutes since you arrived, and you are already running out of patience.

Jeongin drunk called you in a panic while you were sleeping and you had no other choice except to pick him up from Changbin’s party. Of course, you were invited by its host a few days ago - his parties were not ones to be missed, and mysteriously enough, he really wanted you to be there. However, you weren’t so sure you did. There was always a lot of alcohol and trouble involved, and you weren’t in the mood for drunken mistakes.

Also, you knew that Choi San was probably going to be there.

Maybe I should’ve gone.

The late-night spring breeze, softly caressing your face through the rolled-down windows fills your heart with melancholy and you let out a deep sigh. You open yet another jelly package - your 5th for the night. It makes you feel better, or at least you think so.

You see couples - all smiles and giggles, leave Changbin’s place, holding hands and ready to continue the night in someone’s dorm. You can’t help but feel a little jealous. There are also a few wasted students, barely able to walk, emerging from his front door and still singing whatever song was playing inside. And no sight of your friend.

A small voice in your head whispers to let loose for once and go inside, but you silence it. You just have to pick up Jeongin, drive him to his dorm, and go home to watch Spirited Away for the 20th time, crying in your bed for being so single.

Pathetic. Yes, that is a better adjective to describe your feelings.

“So don’t get discouraged, my friends. It’s perfectly fine to stay single during your university years,” you hear the radio host say with a laugh. Perfect timing. “One-night stands are always an option if you’re not ready to tie the knot!”

“Oh, come on,” with a groan, you reach out to the front of the car to turn the volume down. You don’t want to listen to a random guy indirectly making fun of your love life. The bitterness doesn’t leave you, though.

You’ve had your fair share of first dates but that was all it was - there was never a follow-up date or a shy goodbye kiss at your dorm’s door, promising more. So all you can do is dream and hope for your turn to experience love to come sooner or later.

Relationships are difficult. That’s what you know for sure, especially when you rely on a so-called love alarm. No one exactly knew where it came from or who made it, but everyone around you trusted its judgment. It seemed to be “attached” in a way to every person and watch their every move. Fate sure had its strange ways.

Walking on eggshells around every guy you met, you used to dread the day your alarm will go off. Everyone said it’s a sign you’ve found your soulmate, and you should be on cloud nine if you happened to hear it.

You heard it once.

And weren’t so happy about it.

You chase your thoughts away and take out your phone from the handbag next to you. Now isn’t the time to feel sorry for yourself.

Tonight couldn’t have gotten any better than this.

Reluctantly, you step out of your car and start walking towards the entrance of the house. You can’t possibly leave Jeongin here even though you prefer to stay in your car, eating your favourite gummy bears.

The first thing you notice once inside is the smoke. It makes you cough so you put your hand in front of your nose to shield yourself from it. You start making your way through the dancing students, crowding the rooms on the first floor, trying to find your friend, but in front of you is an endless ocean of unfamiliar faces. The deafening music makes you want to forget why you’re here and join the others, but all you do is hum to the beat as you walk around.

As you reach the kitchen area, you trip on an empty whiskey bottle and almost lose your balance before someone grabs your hands to keep you in place. Looking up, you see a tall guy gazing down at you. It’s too dark to see clearly, but you’re pretty sure that’s Yeonjun - Beomgyu and Kai’s roommate. The neon lights - purple, green, and blue, coming from small projectors placed around the room, slightly illuminate his features and you see the pleasant surprise in his blurry eyes.

Yeonjun’s dressed in a casual black t-shirt and stylish pants of the same colour - simple but effective. He has never needed much to stand out anyway. You feel your heartbeat accelerating, making your ears ring. You used to have the biggest hallway crush on him a couple of months ago before you actually spoke to him and realised you had close to absolutely no chance with him.

That was fine. You got over it pretty quickly. However, there was no place to deny Yeonjun was and still is way too attractive, even though his reputation could be problematic at times. At least that’s what the hushed voices in the girl’s dorms said.

“Easy there, Y/n,” he leans in to shout in your left ear as he eases his grip on your hands. His drunken grin makes you laugh. “Didn’t see you earlier.”

“I just came,” you explain, your eyes wandering behind Yeonjun. No sight of Jeongin. “Have you seen Felix?”

“Darling, I don’t even know if I’m dreaming or fully awake right now,” his right hand slides around your shoulders as he moves to stand beside you. You feel his hot breath tickle your neck before he places a soft kiss behind your ear. He has never been so close to you before, except for the occasional greeting hugs he gave you when you saw him at your friends’ dorm. “But I know I want to get out of here with you.”

What?

“You’re too drunk to have this conversation, Yeonjun,” you say and push him away a little. There’s no way you’re dealing with another highly intoxicated individual tonight even though a small part of you wants to. His eyes are filled with disappointment, and there’s a slight pout on his lips as you turn to properly look at him. “See you around.”

“Call me!” You hear his shout as you leave the room and go for the second floor. Here, it’s calmer, and the corridor is empty except for you and two guys sitting on the cold marble floor making out. Judging by the layout, there should be only bedrooms, so you excuse yourself as you jump over their legs, careful not to disrupt them.

After opening most doors and witnessing some quite traumatising things behind them, you finally find your friend in one of the bathrooms. The room is small - there’s just a sink and a toilet, so Jeongin is taking up most of the space, curled up on the tiles with his head on what looks like a folded hoodie with a few questionable dark spots on it. You almost take out your phone to snap a picture and laugh at it in the morning. Too much hanging out with Beomgyu.

His eyes are closed, and his breathing - heavy as you kneel next to him and shake his arm. “Jeongin, you have to get up.”

Your friend’s face twists in disgust, and his body suddenly tenses. “I’m going to throw up.”

“Hold it,” you say, backing away from him and getting up. You turn on the sink and splash him with cold water, to which he protests. “I’ll drive you home. Come on.”

“Man, I can’t. Lift me,” Jeongin’s whine makes your eyes roll, and just as you’re about to answer him, the door opens with a loud creak.

“Jeong, I found-,” the raspy male voice you hear behind you gives you goosebumps. Now that was unexpected.

Turning back, you can’t help but feel excited. You wonder what kind of look you’ll see on its owner’s face, and when you’re met with his icy dark eyes, piercing through yours, you smile to yourself. So the usual.

At this point, there are no surprises between you two. Whenever and wherever you saw him - it was the same. At first, you were offended by his cold and distant attitude, his sharp look, and his pursed lips, but now they don’t bother you as much. Or at least you thought so.

Choi San hadn’t always been like that when it came to you, though. When you first met him six months ago at the freshman welcoming party, you found yourself smiling way too widely after your conversation with him. Honestly, your memories from that night were a blur, but you did remember some things.

Maybe you took a few shots together.

Maybe you danced a little too provocatively with him.

And maybe you even almost kissed him.

However, all that was shattered into million pieces after he just…changed. After the party you started hanging out together - your newly found friends were his too, so it wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to go on a spontaneous trip out of campus for the weekend or have an unproductive study session together. Things like that, though, don’t last long.

Suddenly, his boyish smile and charming dimples were never for you.

Neither were his jokes and compliments meant for you to hear.

You weren’t sure what about you made him switch up so drastically in the following months and neither did any of your friends know. He didn’t seem to care to explain too.

Sometimes you miss his other side - the one he shows everyone else (and the one you used to know so well), and secretly you want to see it again, but you aren’t delusional. There is not a single universe where this is possible. You don’t believe in this anymore. Still, a small part of you wonders why.

Even though your heart still sometimes flutters at the sight of him, you find it easier to give him the same attitude back instead of asking questions. Your relationship is confusing enough as it is. No need to complicate things further. You can live with the “I hate your guts” dynamic.

So now, knowing it pisses him off, you flash him an ironic smile, “Hello to you too.”

“What are you doing here?” San’s voice echoes in the space between you as he closes the door. The slight blush on his cheeks from the alcohol, the black t-shirt, tight around his toned body and his disheveled hair make you stare more than the appropriate amount. Mentally scolding yourself, you notice the water bottle in his right hand and point at it.

“You might want to spill it on his face. He’s not getting up,” you joke and step aside so that San can squat beside Jeongin. The woody smell of his perfume fills your senses as he passes you, making you dizzy.

“Yeah, he’s wasted. I’ll take him home,” San says in a matter-of-fact tone and pats your friend on the cheeks. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” anger is building up in your whole being, making your blood boil a little from his demanding voice. “And I am taking him home. You’ve drunk.”

“That’s why I’ll call an uber and-”

“Can you shut up? I’m really going to throw up,” Jeongin interrupts you two as he tries to lift his head before San can say anything else. His teary red eyes meet yours before he looks around, confused, “Where’s Felix?”

“He wasn’t here when I came in,” both you and San say simultaneously, frowning at each other. You pull your phone from your back pocket to try texting Felix, but as usual, luck is on your side - your battery is dead.

“Whatever, just get me out of here before I completely lose my mind,” groans Jeongin, and you quickly help him stand up - his arms around yours and San’s shoulders. As much as you are annoyed with San’s presence, you’re grateful Jeongin had someone to look out for him while you weren’t there.

On your way out, you see some of San’s other friends wave at him from the now quieter living room downstairs. You only recognise Wooyoung, laying next to two other guys with his eyes closed on the fluffy white carpet amongst empty bottles, and Seonghwa, smiling warmly at you from the couch. “Are you guys leaving?”

“I’m helping her with Jeong,” shouts San, sounding irritated —a win for you. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Seonghwa nods and turns to look at you, “Have a safe trip to the dorms, Y/n. See you tomorrow.”

Avoiding his eyes, you feel a little flustered by his words and his deep voice but manage to find the strength to wish him a good night. While you’re walking to your car, San lets out a low laugh, and you give him a warning look.

“You’re as red as a tomato, Y/n,” he says, amused. “You should’ve heard yourself.”

“For someone so skilled at ignoring me, you surely pay a lot of attention,” you tease him as you unlock your car and open the back door. You only hear San huff in response after he lays Jeongin down on the seat and then turns to face you. What you see in his eyes this time is unreadable, and you aren’t so certain what to make out of it. Was it hurt? Jealousy? You shake your head - no point in trying to figure him out.

“Be careful, Y/n.”

These are his only words before San hands you the water bottle he was carrying and turns around, leaving you alone and baffled. You sigh as you look up at the night sky.

For some reason, tonight the stars are shining brighter than before.

note ✧ it's my first time making a written chapter and i hope you enjoyed it! writing it wasn't easy haha feedback is greatly appreciated and it really makes my day so please lmk what you think of the story so far! ♡

#✩°⋆｡ system error smau #ateez smau #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fake texts #ateez fanfic #choi san smau #san x reader #ateez social media au #ateez fic #ateez x you #san x you #kpop smau #Spotify

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beep-beep-robin · 7 months

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steve and robin’s song has been „total eclipse of the heart“ ever since their bonding moment on the floor of the shitty mall bathroom. so it‘s no surprise to robin when she hears steve listening to it after the vecna battle, music blaring out through the slightly rolled down windows of his car.

what is a surprise to her, though, is steve sniffling and quickly wiping his eyes when she gets in on the passenger side and says, „hey! you‘re listening to our song without me?“. he denies her request to listen to it again so they can sing along, explaining he‘s gotten kind of tired of it.

but it keeps happening. for some reason, steve doesn‘t want to listen to their song with robin anymore. she always just notices him secretly humming it with a sad look on his face, listening to it when he thinks she‘s out of earshot.

it all makes sense suddenly when she finds him quietly singing along to it while it‘s playing through the headphones of the walkman robin‘d lent him, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. he‘s sat on the floor in the storage room of family video, his back to a shelf. he doesn‘t even notice her when she walks in.

she slides down next to him, and he finally looks up. his eyes are bloodshot, his hair is a mess from running his fingers through it, and he looks like he desperately needs a hug. which robin immediately gives him, as he continues to sob into her shoulder.

„steve, what is going on?“, she asks mid-hug, rubbing his back. the sobbing slowly comes to a stop.

„it‘s… the song just reminds me of someone.“, he replies, pulling away from her while running a hand through his hair.

„uh… tammy thompson?“, robin tries, at a genuine loss. who else would that song remind him off?

„no, uhm.“, steve clears his throat, sniffs. „eddie.“

„munson?“, robin asks, surprised.

steve nods, looking at robin as if to say do you know another?

he pulls back from her a bit further and reaches into his backpocket, pulling out his wallet. then he flips through a few bills, until he grabs a folded up piece of paper hidden between them and hands it to robin.

she looks at him curiously, then unfolds it. it‘s a picture. it‘s creased from being unfolded and folded over and over again, it has a few rips here and there, but it‘s unmistakably a picture- of steve and eddie, looking at each other like they don‘t ever wanna look away again. eddie appears to be stroking steve’s cheek with his thumb, and steve’s hand is on eddie’s neck.

oh.

someone who knew took this picture, without them noticing, knowing they’d want it as a memory. judging by the current state of the photo, they underestimated the value of it, and greatly so.

and suddenly, robin gets it. she doesn‘t ask when they got together, or how she didn‘t know, or why he didn‘t tell her - she just gets it. and she knows she can‘t make this hurt any less for steve. so she just hugs him, gives him a kiss on the forehead, grabs his hand, holds it, takes the walkman with her other hand and rewinds the tape.

it might not be their song anymore, but that doesn‘t mean they can‘t still listen to it together.

#steddie dating or hooking up (and catching feelings) with each other before the whole upside down shabang will always be special to me #maybe they also got together (in this) during the events of s4 who knows #robin best girl #my love #steddie #steve and robin #robin and steve #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie au #is this an au? i think?#original post #my writing #my headcanons

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angelsanarchy · 7 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 3

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

Oystein couldn't help but be a little anxious about the upcoming auditions of their new vocalist. He knew that there was a certain sound he was looking for but so far, no one had even come close. He practiced in his room at his parents house, somehow his other two band mates had both gotten flu so he wanted nothing to do with them until they were done puking their brains out.

"Oystein! Come give us a hand please." His Mom called up the steps and he glanced out of the window to see Y/n had parked the grocery delivery car in his driveway. She bounded out with a huge smile on her face, greeting his sister who gave her a hug. She was always very sweet to his family and he couldn't help but smile seeing that she had quite a few bags in her car. He placed the guitar gently on his bed before bounding down the steps and practically ran into Y/n as he exited the house.

"Oh! Hi Oystein." She smiled brightly at him handing him a bag.

"Hey, what's the damage today?" He glanced around her and noticed his mom had gotten way more than she needed.

"Bit more than usual but I just assumed your mom was throwing a party or something." She continued to pull bags from the car and stack them on the steps.

"Not that I know of." Oystein looked through the baf he was holding and froze when Y/n stopped to touch his hair.

"Wow you dyed your hair!" She pushed the pieces from teh front of his eyes and he watched her look it over.

"Yeah he wanted to look evil." His sister came down the stairs making Oystein roll his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Evil huh? I don't know if it makes you look evil but it does look pretty good. Very dark, very metal." Y/n matched the hand gesture that his sister threw up. Oystein was proud he had taught her that but even more surprised when she matched the gesture.

"I was just looking for change. Evil isn't hair color. It's a state of mind." Oystein cleared his throat, thrusting the bag he was holding at his sister to climb the steps.

"Don't I know it. It takes one hellish ghoul to help his mom with the grcoeries. Damn you to hell!" Y/n teased with a push but he grabbed her hand stopping her.

"You work in customer service. I'm sure you've wanted to slit the throats of tons of clients before. All those rude drunks that come into the shop, try and play grab ass or the ungrateful house wives who tip you with critisim instead of actual money when you carry all these groceries up their mansion steps." Oystein could feel her breath on his chin and she looked up to stare at him.

"Slitting someone's throat takes a lot more effort than you would think. I don't have the time or energy to be homocidal. I've got bills to pay, cute evil guitarist to visit." Y/n smirked making Oystein match her smile.

"Oystein, please don't breath on Y/n! I don't want you getting her sick." His mother had interuptted them and she took a step back.

"I'm not sick mom. They're the ones who are shitting themselves."

Y/n cringed hearing about his bandmembers.

"Soda crackers work wonders for that. Hopefully they can work it out." Y/n grabbed the last bag and handed it to Oystein before shutting her trunk. His mom had passed him the money to give her and she smiled taking it.

"Thanks so much. Have a wonderful week!" Y/n waved up at his mom as she walked inside.

"We're getting a new singer this week." Oystein said quickly wanting her to stick around for a few minutes.

"Cool! It's about time you got someone who actually knows how to sing." She ribbed.

"Does that mean you'll come to one of our shows now?" Oystein tried to get her to come to one of his shows in the past but she had never agreed.

"You know I work like a dog. I don't get a lot of time for concerts." She frowned.

"So what you're saying is I'll have to catch you on an off day?" Oystein asked making her snort.

"I wouldn't hold your breath for one of those. I can't remember the last time I took an off day." She stood in the door of her car and he rested his hand on it.

"Come on, you've got to find a little free time. How am I supposed to bring you to the dark side if you never make time for me?" Oystein stepped into her space and she leaned into him.

"Why do you want me to come to one of your shows so bad? You know I would stick out like a sore thumb around your friends." Y/n asked curiously. She was not a metal head or loud and erratic like the majoirty of the people he ran with. They were off the wall and wild, she was pretty calm and self described boring.

"Maybe I just like spending time with you." Oystein was surprised when she rested her hand on his chest.

"Why would you want to spend time with me? I'm alot harder to sway than you might think." He savored the feeling of her touch on his chest, the bit of hair she twirled on her fingertip was distracting.

"I don't know, I think I could figure out something." Oystein wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pin her to the hood of the car and suck bruises to her throat until she cried but a shrill yell from the steps startled him.

"Mom said not to give Y/n butt cooties!" Oystein blushed. Y/n laughed dropping her hand from his hair.

"GO INSIDE!" He yelled making her sprint back in the door after spitting her tonuge out.

"Let me know when you guys have another show and I'll see what I can do." It wasn't a promise or an acceptance of his invite but the little bit of hope she hung in the air was something he was willing to hold onto. He stepped out of the way of her car door and pushed it shut for her once she was inside. She gave a soft wave as he watched her drive out of his driveway. He never gave a shit about what most people thought about him or his music but he wanted her to watch him play so badly, he couldn't think straight.

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Hi, hope your not tired of me yet lol

This is more like a headcanon but i was thinking about reader who hates cigarette but is dating with Billy so when ever Billy tries to kiss him he either tells him to go wash his teeth or just give him a gum. After a "long" time he eventually gets annoyed and just quit smoking. :)

Bad Habit

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: whole lotta cigarettes, withdrawals, kissing, billy being smitten over the reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: this is so cutesy i love

this is an old one i haven’t posted, take it while i work on other things.

The first time someone says something about Billy smoking, he’s a tad annoyed. But he can’t really be, considering it’s Y/N that’s against it.

Y/N loves picking up Billy before school, the only issue is that Max would be cramped in the little space that would be considered the backseat. All their bags are shoved back there, leaving almost no room for her. Y/N is turning into the school’s parking lot when Billy lights a cigarette.

The windows are up, the aircon on low — so the car quickly fills with the smoke. Max is gagging and complaining in the back, kicking Billy’s chair.

“Fuckin’ sicko.” She mutters as she rolls down her window.

Billy laughs and blows the smoke directly at her face. Y/N lightly slaps Billy’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Hey, quit it.”

“Yeah, quit it.” Max sasses as she coughs. Billy pouts.

“Fuck did I do?” He says, taking another drag — but Y/N takes his cigarette and throws it out the window. Billy looks like he’s been stabbed in the back. “Hey!”

Y/N shrugs, holding onto the back of Billy’s chair and reversing into a parking spot. “Smoking is a bad habit, Hargrove.” He watches as Max giggles and can almost feel Billy’s glare.

They get out and Y/N does a little handshake with Max before she skates away towards the building.

Y/N leans back on his car and looks over at Billy — who has his hands on his hips, with an annoyed look on his face. “You’re an asshole.”

“Just trying to help you.” Y/N says before glancing around making sure no one’s looking, and kisses Billy’s cheek. “I care about you.”

Billy pouts again. “If you cared about me, you woulda’ kissed my mouth and not my cheek.”

“Not when you’ve got that nasty ass smoker breath. I’m good, babe.” Y/N says before patting his back and walking to the school.

He can hear Billy quickly following after him like a puppy.

The second time Y/N mentions it, Billy’s patience falters even more.

Billy has been staring at his assignment on his desk for what feels like forever, when in reality, it’s been just under three minutes. He groans and puts his head down on his table, attempting to not die of boredom.

Then, he remembers that he has an amazing boyfriend. Who’s parents are out of town.

He’s already in his car speeding down the road with the music blasting before he even considers calling Y/N to see if he’s home.

He’s singing along to the song that’s playing as he pulls into the drive way, getting excited when he sees Y/N’s car parked in the garage.

He gets out and does a little dance on his way to the door, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it without a thought.

He’s just about to knock when the door swings open. “Hey, lover.” Y/N smiles, leaning against the door frame.

“Got bored, need company?” Billy says as the smoke comes out of his mouth.

“You’re the one that needs the company.” Y/N’s face slowly turns into a displeased look. “Billy.”

“What?”

Y/N crosses his arms. “You smell like fucking cigarettes.”

“No shit.” Billy laughs. “So you gonna let me in, or am I gonna stand out here all day?”

Y/N rubs at his chin like he’s thinking. “Yeah, actually. Stay out here and air yourself out.” He closes the door slightly. “I’ll be back in like ten minutes to come and get you.”

Billy catches the door before it closes. “What?” He’s fighting to keep it open. “Babe, you’re serious?”

Y/N turns around and throws a bottle of cologne at him. “Very.” And with that, the door shuts.

Billy stares at the door for a moment, before huffing and sitting down on the ground. He looks at the cigarette in his hand and puts it out before throwing it as far as he can. Which isn’t very far considering how light the cig is.

“This sucks.” He says to himself, spritzing the cologne on every body part he can reach.

The third time was definitely the breaking point for Billy.

Billy hadn’t seen Y/N for all of six days, because he went to visit his grandma. Billy felt extremely bored with every coming day.

When Y/N came back, he was a mess. He was horny, touch starved, and emotional. In conclusion, he just missed his boyfriend.

And Billy didn’t want to admit it, but he had been smoking a bit more. Not having Y/N around was stressful, causing him to be irritated 24/7.

He pounced Y/N the moment he opened the door. “Finally!“ Billy yelled, squeezing Y/N in an embrace.

“Hey, baby.” Y/N whispers as he returns the hug, but he stiffens.

Billy doesn’t notice until Y/N starts pulling away. “You smell like you baked in a room full of tobacco addicts.” Y/N grimaces.

Billy nearly punches the wall. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna say to me?”

Y/N laughs. “I mean yeah, it’s nasty.”

Billy pouts and he’s so close to stomping his foot and flailing his arms like a toddler. “Baby, honey, sweetheart, I have missed you so much.”

“I didn’t say that I didn’t miss you,” Y/N shoves his hands into Billy’s hoodie pocket. “I was just kinda hoping that you wouldn’t be smoking while I was gone.”

Billy’s mouth drops a bit. He’s mad. Mad at himself, for not realizing how much his smoking was affecting the love of his life.

After that day, Billy threw away the packs of cigarettes that he had — effectively clearing out his glove compartment, night stand, and his jean pocket.

Throughout the day, he chews gum. A lot of it. He heard from a friend that it helps distract him from the urge to light a cig.

He isn’t so sure that it’s effective though. He feels itchy and constantly uncomfortable and irritated and just — overall bad. He’s rolling around in his bed, groaning and complaining to his wall.

There’s a knock at his door that brings him out of his nest of blankets.

He opens the door to a very wet Y/N. “What the hell happened to you?”

Y/N lets himself in, shutting the door behind him. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Billy blushes at that, turning to the mirror on the wall to fix his messy appearance.

“In case you couldn’t tell,” Y/N starts as he takes off his shirt, “It’s raining.”

“You didn’t drive here?” Billy asks, trying not to stare.

“No, I let my mom borrow the car.” Y/N walks into Billy’s room, digging into the drawer of clothes that he left throughout the time they’ve been dating.

Billy stays outside the room, fidgeting with his shirt. “That’s nice.”

Y/N walks out with a new change of clothes and sits on the couch, gesturing for Billy to join him.

So he does, following his boyfriend to the couch.

“So how was your — “

“I quit.”

Y/N looks at him with wide eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah.” Billy holds his hand.

“I’m proud of you.” Y/N says, shoving at Billy’s shoulder. “No wonder why it doesn’t smell around here anymore.”

Billy just laughs. “Sucks though.”

Y/N leans in, “I could give you something better than a cigarette.”

“And what’s that?” Billy smiles.

Y/N caresses Billy’s cheek before pulling him in to a kiss. He hums at the minty taste he finds, pushing at Billy to lay him down on the couch.

Billy bites at Y/N’s lip, trying to bring him back into the kiss when he tries to pull away. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” Billy apologizes before licking his lips. He goes back in for another kiss only to be blocked by Y/N’s hand. “Hey..”

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers, moving down to kiss Billy’s cheek. “For quitting.” Then the other side. Then his lips, where Billy holds him there.

“Y’r gonna suffocate me.” Y/N mumbles against him.

“Don’t care.” Billy mumbles back.

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Adrenaline

You and Jimin celebrate with Hoseok—aka Jay—after his Hobipalooza performance

🃏 Hoseok x Female Reader x Jimin

🃏 word count: 1.7k

🃏 idol au, no relationship established, smut, poly, nsfw, 18+

🃏 warnings: making on in a car, oral sex (m & f), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, threesome 🃏 drabble requested by @moonleeai: “Hmmm…Jay after the performance, still high off the crowd’s energy, seeing you backstage…or maybe in the car on the way to the hotel…and in the hotel…before Jimin comes over for the VLive 😉 or was Jimin in the car too 🙃😏😏😏“

🃏 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🃏 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

The moment the car door closes, Jay is on you. You almost sass him about not wearing a seatbelt, but his hands and mouth are too commanding, and your brain short circuits before the words can reach your lips.

Jay's hands are up your shirt, searching for skin, snaking beneath your bra, and you're thankful for tinted windows and a privacy partition, not wanting to stop him. You don't even realize the car hasn't begun moving for several minutes until the door closest to Jay opens, and you hear someone else get in.

"Someone's riled up on adrenaline, I see," Jimin sing-songs, and you turn your head to the side to break the kiss, but Jay smirks and mutters, "I sure am," before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Jay rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you gasp, doing your best to hold in the moan that nearly escapes your mouth. This only seems to encourage him more, and he does it again and again, finding a rhythm with which to drive you absolutely wild. As soon as a sound of pleasure does escape your lips, you're met with the sound of Jimin giggling, further plunging you into insanity.

Your fingertips are tangled in the fabric of Jay's loose white shirt, so when he lets out a soft whimper, you're surprised—surely, you didn't cause him to make that sound. Tilting your head pull from Jay's lips and glance at him to find a small ring-clad hand palming over his thigh, close to his cock.

Jay lets out a shattered exhale and mutters, "You don't mind, right?"

All you can do is shake your head and pull him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing your moans to escape. You wouldn't dare stand in the way of letting these two do absolutely anything they want—they could commit actual arson, and you don't think you would bat an eye. Jimin touching Jay while he touches you only turns you on more.

A soft knock against the partition makes you jump, and Jay gives your breast one last squeeze before he removes his hand from your shirt and grabs a mask from his pocket. Following his lead, you mask up and slip a baseball hat on, pulling it low enough to cover your eyes before you're escorted through the staff entrance of a hotel. You don't pass anyone on your way up to the suite, and the moment the door closes behind the three of you, Jay's mask is off, and he's pulling you close.

You can barely fathom the whirlwind of clothing being removed before you stumble into the edge of a mattress while tugging your pants off and fall onto your butt. You anchor yourself onto your hands and attempt to crawl backward onto the bed, but Jay advances fast, stepping out of his pants and getting onto his knees.

There's a fire in Jay's eyes as he hovers over you, panting and grinning that makes you feel like his prey, trapped in his grasp and ready to be devoured. Your heart pounds, and you lay back, spreading your legs wide to invite him to have you as he pleases. All Jay wears in tight black briefs, and you can't help but let your eyes rove his body, muscular and lithe and still glistening from sweat.

"You should go live in the next twenty to thirty minutes," Jimin calls from across the room, and you remember then that you have an audience.

Jay smirks and responds, "I can make that work," and a chill of anticipation and excitement runs along your spine.

With one hand, Jay reaches around your back and unclasps your bra. As you remove it, laying back against the mattress to free your arms, Jay hooks his fingers under the waistline of your panties and pulls them free. You don't miss the way the damp crotch of the fabric sticks to your skin and how cool the air feels hitting you; it's undeniable how wet the car ride made you, and all Jay had done was kiss you and play with your nipple.

Despite the adrenaline and eagerness in Jay's eyes, he's careful as he spreads your thighs with both hands and leans in to nibble at your inner thigh, and you throw your head back from the closeness of his touch, eager to have both his hands and his mouth on your pussy.

"How do you want me?" Jay groans against your skin.

"Be rough with me," you whine, watching as Jay glances up through his long curls and smirks.

"Can Jimin join?" Jay asks.

Your head falls back against the bed, and you smile, nodding and sounding perhaps a little too eager as you whimper, "Yes!" You close your eyes to attempt to get your bearings and calm your pounding heart, but the mattress dips beside you, pulling you back to reality, and you open your eyes to Jimin stroking his cock beside your face.

As Jimin's cock sinks into your mouth, two of Jay's fingers enter you, and you moan muffled sounds as Jay's tongue draws pretty patterns over your clit, quickly pushing you past the edge of arousal; your pleasure builds and releases so fast, it's like being shoved into a free fall.

Jay's hands and mouth are skilled and adamant, fucking and licking you with an urgency that makes your head spin, and it takes mere minutes to make you cum, which you drop Jimin's cock from between your lips to do—practically gasping for air.

Jay continues to finger and lick you through your orgasm, and you suck Jimin's cock back into your throat as the pleasure builds and builds once more. You find it impossible to determine when your first orgasm ended and your second began, and you wonder if perhaps you had never stopped plummeting into the depths of bliss in the first place.

You're a drooling, fucked out mess, swirling your tongue lazily over the tip of Jimin's cock as Jay spreads your thighs around his hips and sinks his entire length into your pussy. You cry out from the stretch and from finally being so full, and Jimin bends, replacing his cock on your lips with his mouth, to twist his tongue around yours and swallow all your sounds. Jimin returns your moans with pretty, deep noises of his own, and the softness of his lips against yours helps you sink further into bliss.

"So fucking tight," Jay groans as he sets a rough pace fucking you. "So pretty for us."

Jimin hums and pulls from the kiss long enough to groan, "You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? So good for us."

Hands are on your neck, your breasts, your clit and your hip, and you can't keep track of who is where but each touch feels intoxicating and hypnotizing, and you find yourself hurtling once more to the edge of full physical and mental collapse at the hands of these pretty men.

You try to reach out to touch—to stroke Jimin's cock or grip onto Jay's arm—but your limbs feel heavy and lazy, and you struggle to do anything but lay so pliant and so good for them. You hardly recognize your own voice as you cry between Jimin's lips, letting out sounds of overwhelming pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Jay groans, tugging one of your legs up to anchor onto his shoulder. His lips and teeth nip at your calf. "Cum for me again. Show me how good this cock makes you feel."

You're delirious as you cum again, whimpering and sobbing into Jimin's mouth. You think he's petting your head and neck, but it's hard to tell as you slip further into euphoria and ride out your high on Jay's cock. Jay whimpers and sucks sensitive, wet marks into your calf, and you wonder if he's about to cum as well.

Jimin breaks from your lips and plants wet, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, then sits back, out of your reach. You whine from the loss of him against your skin, but you feel powerless to do anything. You open your eyes to find Jimin stroking his long, pretty cock, smiling at Jay.

As Jay's movements begin to stutter, Jimin crawls toward him and purrs, "Cum in my mouth."

You whimper as Jay pulls his cock from your pussy and lowers your leg, and you sink further into the bed, allowing all your limbs to fall limp. Jimin drops to his knees on the floor and sucks Jay's cock between his pretty plump lips, moaning as Jay sinks his length all the way in. You can tell they've done this before, and it makes your mind race.

It feels like a fever dream watching Jay gently fuck Jimin's mouth, tangling his fingers into Jimin's dark hair. Jay looks just as powerful and pretty as he cums as he did performing on stage, and you feel a swell of affection and admiration for him. Jimin smiles as Jay pulls his spent cock from his mouth, then licks his lips and turns to look at you.

"You taste delicious," Jimin purrs, causing you to feel shy and nibble your bottom lip, unable to form words, though you're not sure whether thanking him would be weird or not, anyway.

"Flip over and let me taste you more while Hoba sucks my cock?" Jimin asks, and you muster every ounce of strength you have to roll your body over and get onto your hands and knees.

Jimin's mouth is on your pussy in an instant, and you grip onto the comforter as pleasure comes licking at your heels, threatening to yank you back into oblivion. When you cum again, it's to the sounds of Jimin moaning, and by the time he's done with you, you collapse into a pile of pliant limbs on the bed.

You barely register the men getting dressed and going live. When you come to, you're curled between two naked bodies, and you smile and allow sleep to claim you once more.

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

day three: buying a tree with steve | fluff, 1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

"What do you think?" Steve asks you. "7 feet? Is that too big? I've never actually done this before. Does the stand add inches?" He runs one hand through his hair and puts the other on his hip in what the kids call his trademark Steve pose.

You and Steve moved in together this year and this is your first Christmas in your own place. Living with him is wonderful --- he's your favorite person ever, even when he leaves his socks on the floor and forgets to shut the microwave after he uses it. Waking up to him, going to sleep next to him, brushing your teeth next to him, it's all a dream come true. And watching him pick out your Christmas tree makes your heart feel like it's going to burst in your chest. Every day you are struck by how easy it is to love him. It's like breathing.

"You gonna be the one who carries it up the stairs?" you ask him. He's standing in front of a pretty wide tree that's taller than he is. The look he shoots you is all sass, all Harrington attitude, like he's daring you to question his abilities one more time. He seems to think that you're going to, because then he flexes, both arms bent at the elbow in the air like he's in a body building competition. You can't see any difference through his winter coat but you know that he's got plenty of strength hidden under there.

"What're you trying to say, huh?" You laugh and surge forward to push his arm down. He's so embarrassing and you love him so much.

"You're suck a dork, Steve," you tell him. You look the tree up and down. "Yeah, I like this one."

"You sure?" he asks. "It's gotta be a good pick. I want you to be sure. Our first tree!" He's babbling in a way that's a little unlike him, but you know where it's coming from. The novelty of your life together has not worn off and you yourself feel giddy sometimes. It's exciting to know that you've got someone to come home to, someone waiting for you, someone thinking about you. It's better than you ever imagined, and Steve sometimes gets overcome with it too.

"You're the one who spotted it, Steve," you tease him. "Didn't you tell me that you have 'perfect tree spotting skills?'" You use air quotes and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Alright, alright," he says. "Enough outta you." Despite his words, he tugs you close and plants a sloppy kiss on your temple before calling over someone who work at the tree farm to cut the tree for you.

"Do we have all the decorations?" you ask Steve while you wait. He nods. A teenager hauls your tree to a chainsaw station and trims the bottom. Steve grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your skin without thinking, like he always does.

"I think so," he says. "My mom gave us her old tree stand and Mrs. Henderson gave us some lights. You said you moved with some ornaments, right?" You nod.

"Yeah, I put them in the hall closet." He squeezes your hand. You admire him in the winter night, his handsome face lit by the farm's string lights. His nose is red from the chill.

"Should we watch a movie while we decorate?" he asks.

You shake your head. "I think we should put on the Christmas radio station so I can hear you sing again." His cheeks flush even though this is an old routine by now. You tease Steve every time he sings along to the radio but he knows you love it when he does.

"Yeah, yeah," he says. "Keep milking that." You'd caught him belting "Let It Snow" in the shower just this morning when he thought you were on a walk.

"Which car is yours?" the teenager asks you. Steve points to the BMW and together they haul the tree onto the roof as you watch.

"Will you roll down the windows?" Steve asks, tossing you the keys. You hop into the car and do as he asks, all four, and then pull the ropes through so the tree is secure. He pays the teenager in cash and you both settle into the front seats.

"Gonna be a cold ride home," Steve says. "You gonna be okay?" It's nippy, sure, but it hasn't started to snow yet so you figure you'll be fine. Plus, hearing the word home from his lips and knowing he's talking about your place fills you with a warmth that even Indiana winter can't pierce.

"Good thing I have a furnace for a boyfriend. We can take a warm shower when we get back, yeah?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows at your suggestion and laughs. Once he starts the car he reaches over and squeezes your leg gently.

"Our first tree," he says softly, like he can't believe it.

"You're a sap, Steve Harrington." He doesn't deny it and you lean over to smack a kiss onto his cheek. He makes a whining nose deep in his throat and turns his head, pursing his lips. You consider teasing him again, but decide against it because if you're honest, all you want to do is kiss him. So you do, leaning in to press your lips to his properly, maybe a touch longer than is appropriate for a Christmas tree farm parking lot.

"Okay, handsy," he says when he pulls away. "Now I'm cold." He puts an arm around your headrest and backs out of the parking lot.

"Home?" you ask him. He nods.

"Home."

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awkwardlioness · 2 years

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Never Have I Ever

Summary: It's Friday night, the night that you always hang out with your best friend, Eddie. But when you show up to his trailer, you see that he has an unexpected visitor...

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x (fem) Reader

Word count: 6.7k (whoops lol)

Rating: Smutty as hell, explicit, 18+, mdni!

Fic warnings: Alcohol and weed, dirty talk, softish dom!eddie, praise kink if you squint, fingering, handcuffs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal and anal sex, spanking, basically porn with a lil bit of plot and some fluff at the end.

Author's notes: Y'all, I haven't written a fic in years, so please go easy on me. Steddie just does something to me and I'm absolutely feral for these two.

You roll your windows down to let the summer air dance its way into your car. The hot breeze feels nice on your face as your hair whips around in front of you. You glance down at your hands on the wheel and your freshly-painted nails catch your eye. The black polish glistens in the golden-hour sun. Various rings clad your fingers. The silver bird one on your left pinky was a birthday gift last year. Eddie gave it to you while you were sitting outside of his trailer, sleepy after a long night of smoking weed, singing along to your favorite songs, and dancing like idiots. You remember the tears instantly filling your eyes because he remembered. He really remembered. You had told the story of a silver bird ring from your childhood that you had lost years ago, and he fucking remembered.

You wince at the smell of your perfume filling your nostrils. You usually aren’t one to douse yourself with a sultry scent, but tonight was different. Nearly every Friday night for the last handful of years, you had hung out at Eddie’s trailer, getting obliteratingly high and watching movies or taking turns picking records to blast all night. This Friday night was just different. Over the last month or so, Eddie had started to snuggle closer into your body, planting innocent little kisses on your forehead, or holding on extra tight to your frame as he whispered “goodnight, drive safe” through sleepy lips. As he continued to move his body closer to yours every Friday, tracing his fingers over your jawline, mumbling sweet words into the nape of your neck… He also somehow became more distant. You began to notice hickeys under his neckline and condoms wrappers in between the sofa cushions.

You weren’t his. You were his best friend, but you were beginning to feel like more than that. You were confused and lost. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anything going on with anyone else, but you also knew that your lips weren’t the lips to caress his collarbones and leave bruises. You knew that your teeth weren’t the ones to leave soft bite marks on the back of his neck, bite marks that you had seen when he was sitting in front of you with his hair up in a messy bun a few movie nights ago.

You subconsciously note the car parked in your usual spot in front of Eddie’s trailer as your tires skid across the gravel. You put your car in park and twist the keys out of the ignition, smelling the sweet smell of weed float out of the trailer and into your nose. Your eyebrows then furrow, wondering why Eddie started smoking without you. You toss your car keys into your bag, throwing its strap over your shoulder. You fidget with the soft cloth of your Black Sabbath t-shirt as it clings onto the lacey fabric of your bra. You’re slightly uncomfortable in the matching black thong and bra that you and Robin had picked out for tonight, but you also feel confident and excited because of it. You’re hopeful that tonight can be the night you tell Eddie how you feel, extinguishing the brief flame that he’s been having with someone else.

As you approach the door, you hear the loud thumping of metal music. Your lips curl into a smile because you had hoped tonight would be a music night instead of a movie night. You start knocking on the door and hear two voices swearing.

You can sort of make out Eddie yelling “fuck, it’s Friday?!”

Another familiar voice whisper-yells “what’s Friday?!”

You hear shuffling and swearing for a few long moments before your face is met with Eddie’s cheeky grin.

“You’re early!” he gasps through shallow breaths.

“It’s almost 8:00…” you twist your face in a confused look. His body is blocking the entrance but you catch a glimpse of a body moving quickly in the background and hear its thud onto the sofa. Eddie moves out of your way and you look up into his big brown eyes, fully taking in how he looks tonight. His bangs stick to his forehead with sweat and his lips are wet with saliva. You peer behind him and see a slender figure in a yellow sweater.

“Is that… Steve Harrington?”

“He… uh…” Eddie stammers, “Drugs!” Steve finishes.

“Yes, drugs! He’s buying drugs off of me!” Eddie exclaims.

“Okay…” You murmur, brushing the weirdness off. “How are you, Steve?” You smile, confused but excited to see a familiar face.

“I’m good, y/n. How are you?” Steve forces a polite smile. You manage to mumble a good, thanks in response as your eyes dart around the room. Half-smoked joints everywhere, metal records strewn on top of the coffee table, condom wrappers both on the sofa and the floor. The thick cloud of weed smoke is hitting you as you trip over empty beer bottles. You thought Eddie looked wasted but weren’t sure. Now, as you look down at your boots and see empty beer bottles splayed across the floor, you’re sure he’s drunk.

“Roll me a joint, Eddie?” You plop down into an armchair, anxiously pulling a pillow over your torso. Eddie readily hands you an already-rolled joint and gestures for you to put it between your lips. You obey and look up at him, doey-eyed as he lights it for you. You inhale and let the smoke fill your lungs before you slowly exhale. You quickly feel it start to hit you.

“So, what the fuck?” Your words escape your lips before you can think. Eddie looks down at you with wide eyes and Steve does the same from across the room.

“We… uh…”

“Drug deal, remember?” Steve flashes his pearly whites.

“Mmhmm...” you hum, kicking your feet in front of you as they dangle off of the chair, slowly taking more long drags of the joint. You observe as Eddie and Steve share knowing glances from across the room. Steve looks scared, and Eddie looks as if he’s trying to console him. You finish the joint by yourself and get up out of the chair, starting to say “Listen, it’s fine -” before you stumble and almost fall on top of glass bottles, but Eddie catches you.

“Y/n, you just smoked a lot, are you okay?” A concerned look washes over Eddie’s face. He’s holding you closely, his hot beer breath skimming the top of your head. You put your thumb and index finger together to let him know you’re A-Okay and splurt out “Just peachy! I can take care of myself, m’kay?” He sighs and tenses up slightly.

“Move,” he mutters to Steve, who quickly bolts up and off of the sofa. Eddie guides you over to the sofa and sets you down. “Stay here, okay?” He pleads. You give him the A-Okay signal again, settling into the sofa. Steve and Eddie hurry through the door and you hear arguing outside of the walls.

The intensity of the high is washing over your entire body. You make a disgusted face as you brush a condom wrapper off of the cushions and onto the floor, and pull a soft blanket over your body. You close your eyes and fall asleep to the sound of Seve and Eddie’s upset voices.

You wake up to slender ringed-fingers sliding under your head and lifting your upper body slightly to rest it in Eddie’s lap. You look up and see a sweet grin on Eddie’s face. You feel extremely disoriented and start to panic. Is it because of the ridiculous amount of weed you smoked in a short period of time? Is it because you were just startled awake from a short-lived nap? Is it because you are pretty sure you almost just walked in on Steve Harrington fucking your best friend? Yes, yes, and yes.

“Oh no, Steve didn’t have to leave!” You start to lift your head up but Eddie begins to gently hush you. “Shh, no no it’s okay, he’s just out getting some beer for himself and some cigs for me.” Your nose turns up and you huff. You hate that he smokes cigarettes, and he knows. He sighs, “I know I know, I should stick to weed, yadda yadda.” You both smile.

“Eddie, really. What’s going on?” You use your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him straight-on. His face and neck start to flush pink and his eyes widen just slightly. There’s a pained look on his face that you can’t quite pinpoint. It’s confused and scared but he also somehow looks relieved. You look into each other's eyes for a moment, and he starts to laugh wryly.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with two people,” he starts to nervously play with his hair that is now thrown up into a low messy bun. “Two?” He lets out a sigh and brings his thumb to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping off drool as he usually does after you take a high-nap on his sofa. “You, and Harrington.” You softly whisper an oh and start fidgeting with your own rings. You’re fully sat up now, your hands lightly resting on Eddie’s lap, which is where you stare. You’re confused. Eddie has been giving you subtle hints that he has feelings for you for some time, and you’ve noticed the condom wrappers and the hickeys from someone else, but in love? With both of you?

“Eddie, I -” You begin your sentence but are interrupted by Steve fucking Harrington swinging the door open, a six-pack of cheap beer and a gas-station grocery bag in tow. Eddie gives him a soft “hey” before Steve sets the six-pack on the ground and starts rifling through the bag. He frisbee-throws the pack of cigarettes into Eddie’s chest, and displays a small pink box that reads “Good and Plenty.” You smile. “Robin told me this was your favorite candy,” Steve looks incredibly nervous as he slowly walks the candy box to you and sets it in your hands. “Thank you, Steve,” you flash a small smile.

You think of the kiss you and Steve shared at a party your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior, a very very pretty senior. You were both very drunk and the kiss was sloppy but you still always thought about it. While you weren’t popular in high school, you did catch Steve’s eye. He always thought there was something enticing about you, and you two became flirtatious in the school hallways and at parties. You had a huge crush on him, as did just about every other girl in Hawkins. And Eddie. But Eddie was the freak in high school. The rambunctious kid who brought a metal lunch box full of drugs to school, the weirdo who stood on cafeteria tables and yelled at jocks. You kept quiet, under Eddie’s wing, making sure to not make enemies. Something that you two shared was a crush for Steve Harrington. Your crush was small and short-lived, becoming friendly acquaintances with Steve as you and Robin got closer. You hadn’t really talked to Steve in months, the last time you could think being Robin’s birthday when Steve insisted on buying you a drink and toasting to a “high school fling.”

But Eddie, he was in lust with Steve all throughout high school. Always elbowing you in the ribs when Steve would walk by you in the hallways, losing his composure and asking how you got so lucky to get to kiss him. You usually never saw Eddie like this. Sure, he’d ogle over women in horror movies or tell you about the cute boys at his band’s shows, but he never truly lost his mind. Except for with Steve fucking Harrington. But Steve was straight, right? He was the pretty boy that every girl (and guy) wanted to be with. He would never have given Eddie the time of day in high school.

“Got anything stronger than beer, Eddie?” You snap out of your thoughts and look up at Eddie inquisitively. “Uh, yeah. Vodka?” You nod. He gets up and starts pouring you a shot as you tear open the box of candy. You’re coming down from your high slightly and you need something else to occupy your mind. Steve slouches down onto the arm chair, cracking open a bottle with a beer opener he pulled out of his vest pocket. As you watch him do this, you notice that it’s Eddie’s denim vest.

“M’lady,” Eddie hands you your shot and you immediately drink it, sucking your teeth and scrunching your face up in disgust afterward. “Another, please.” Eddie shoots a disapproving look your way before complying. He knows you can handle your alcohol, as he’s seen it first-hand. “Fine, but you’re not driving home.”

“Sleepover!” You giggle, and Steve laughs too, gesturing towards his six-pack and mumbling, “me too.”

“Ah, Munson’s got the ladies all to himself tonight,” Eddie makes a grand gesture to imply “I’m the shit.” Steve scoffs and takes another sip, looking up at Eddie and saying “I’m no lady, jackass.” Eddie boops Steve’s nose and hands you another shot, planting his lanky body next to yours on the sofa. You drink the vodka, making the same face as before, and exclaim “let’s play a game!”

“Geez, someone’s back from the dead,” Steve chuckles.

“She does this,” Eddie joins in on the laugh, “she’ll sleep for like a half an hour after smoking too much, and then always wakes up refreshed and wanting to play games.”

“Never have I ever done coke,” you hear both boys groan and Steve takes a sip of his beer, handing Eddie a bottle from the six-pack. Eddie slides the bottle cap in between his teeth and bites it off, spitting the cap out onto the floor. He takes a long swig, letting out a satisfied sigh after.

“Never have I ever failed senior year,” Eddie shoots daggers towards Steve as he takes a sip, fake-mad over Steve’s statement.

“Never have I ever worked in an ice cream shop,” you and Steve both take a sip, you stealing Eddie’s beer out of his hand to do so. You think about the few months you worked at Scoops Ahoy the summer after Steve and Robin did

“Never have I ever kissed Steve Harrington,” Steve says with a shit-eating grin. You go to grab Eddie’s beer again, but he’s already taking a swig. “As if you don’t kiss your pretty little face in the mirror, slut,” Eddie spits out while handing you his bottle. You see a glimmer in Steve’s eye. He flashes his middle finger in Eddie’s direction, but you can tell that Steve liked what Eddie had called him.

“Never have I ever fucked Eddie Munson,” you blurt out.

Steve hesitates for a moment, “I mean, technically I haven’t -”

“Drink up, pretty boy,” Eddie’s cheeky grin grows wider, “it counts.” Steve obeys and Eddie opens the metal lunch box on the coffee table, finding rolling papers and a little baggie of bud. You watch as he starts rolling a fresh joint. You look over and see that Steve is doing the same as you, staring at Eddie’s hands. As Eddie licks the joint, closing it tightly, he cocks an eyebrow and looks between the both of you. He smiles as he notices that you’re both watching him intently.

Eddie takes a drag and gestures for Steve to come closer towards him. Before you know it, Eddie’s head is tilted up towards Steve’s face, and he’s slowly exhaling smoke into Steve’s open and willing mouth. Steve’s eyes are closed shut and he sharply inhales. Fuck, you think. Steve takes the joint from Eddie’s mouth and looks in your direction with an inquisitive look on his face. You feel your lips curl into a little smile and raise your eyebrows, biting down on your lower lip. This time, it’s Steve’s turn to take a long hit. He’s kneeling in front of the sofa, staring into your eyes with lust. You inhale his smoke and close your mouth momentarily before exhaling it back into his face.

Eddie’s staring at both of you with wide eyes, clearly excited, “fuck,” he mutters with a hoarse and breathy voice. He adjusts in his seat and lets out a long, heavy sigh.

"Fuck,” Steve repeats.

“Fuck,” you let out a small laugh. Both boys are looking at you. “I’m so fucked up,” you admit. They both nod, letting you know that the weed and alcohol are definitely affecting them as well. Eddie leans over and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You sigh happily, earning a smile from him. You kiss his cheek and cup his jaw in your hands. Your fingertips slowly creep under his ears and he pulls in, cocking his head slightly to the left. Your lips reach each other, kissing for the first time. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he lets out a quiet groan. Soon, you’re pressing your tongue to his lips before he opens his mouth slightly. You let your tongue explore his front teeth, gliding it along the smooth surfaces. He groans again, slipping his tongue under yours and into your mouth. His strong hands are on the back of your head as you taste beer, weed, and cigarettes. He smells nice. It’s musty and rough, but it’s familiar and calming. You swing your leg over Eddie so you’re in his lap, straddling him.

“You’re so handsome, Eddie.” He makes a pfft noise before Steve chimes in. “You are. You really are.” Eddie winks at him before smiling in his direction and patting the now-empty spot on the sofa. Steve obliges and sits cross-legged on the cushion, facing you and Eddie. Your arms are loosely wrapped around Eddie’s torso and you turn your head towards Steve.

“Hi,” you whisper to him.

"Hi,” he responds with a sweet smile. You lean your body off of Eddie’s lap and grab Steve’s face in your hands. Your kiss with Steve is less gentle than the one with Eddie. Romance with Eddie is new, flirting with Steve is something you’ve been doing for years. Steve’s hands are traveling under your shirt and you earn a smirk when his fingers meet the lacey material of your bra.

“Jesus, y/n” he groans, tugging on the hem of your band t-shirt. You nod and lift your arms up as he quickly slides your top off. You climb into Steve’s lap, colliding into his chest. You moan as his right hand trails down your spine and slips beneath your underwear. He cups your ass in his hand, grinning into the kiss. You feel the weight of the sofa shift as Eddie stands up, grabbing his own shirt with one hand and lifting it over his head. You break the kiss with Steve to look back at Eddie. In the low light of the trailer, the shadows hit Eddie’s body just right. He’s thin, but you can appreciate the sinew of his abdomen and upper arms. His tattoos dance as he flexes his muscles, mocking you for staring at him.

Steve is kissing your neck now, lightly sucking on the flesh above your collarbone. Eddie settles behind you, kissing the back of your neck. He grabs your hair in one of his hands to move it out of his way, gently digging his teeth into the nape of your neck. You let out a very breathy sigh and feel both boys smile into your skin. You lose your hands in Steve’s thick hair, slightly pulling on his brunette locks. You can tell he likes this, so you tug a little harder. He moans and bites down hard on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back into your pull. With his neck fully exposed, you take advantage of the opportunity to suckle on hickeys that Eddie made earlier tonight. Steve lets out a sharp god damn it as you do so and starts to shimmy out of Eddie’s vest before sliding out of his sweater. You lean into Steve’s body, pleased to finally feel skin-on-skin. He’s so warm against your body, his thick chest hair tickling your chest as your breasts spill out of your bra. Eddie unclasps your bra, letting its straps fall off of your shoulders. You pull it the rest of the way off and playfully toss it behind you, into Eddie’s lap. Steve goes wide-eyed again and you giggle. Eddie glances and sees Steve’s expression, pouting “not fair, I wanna see.”

You make your way out of Steve’s lap and stand up in front of the sofa. You unbutton your jeans and wiggle your way out of them, exposing your matching underwear. You’re wearing a lacy black high-waisted thong that is pretty see-through on the front and leaves little to the imagination. You gain confidence and turn around, letting the boys take in your perky, round ass. You place your hands on your chest and slowly drag them down your torso, snaking them around to your ass once they reach your hips. You slowly move your hips around as you bend down slightly to slip your socks off. You turn back around to two wide-open jaws. You curl your fingers under the thin straps at your hips and snap the fabric back onto your skin, earning low groans. They're taking in your body. You cup your breasts in your hands and close your eyes. They're too big for your hands, but will be a perfect fit for both Steve and Eddie's big hands. As you lightly massage your boobs, you let out a low moan at how nice they feel against your palms. They're pillowy and smooth and supple. You blow out a strained breath as you pinch your hardened nipples.

“Y/n, are you serious?” Eddie says, “you’ve looked like that this whole time?” You laugh, nodding. “Some things are new,” you trace your hands over the large tattoo that wraps around your right side, “some things have been this way for years,” you shrug and wink.

"I knew she looked like this, dumbass," Steve scoffs at Eddie. "You missed out on Robin's pool party a couple years back. She wore a black bikini that barely covered her ass." You blush a little at how they're fawning over you. "And those tits…" Steve starts getting antsy, not able to keep his hips still.

Eddie slowly runs his hand up and down Steve's thigh. You fidget with your hands, slightly unsure of what to do. You're almost completely exposed in front of them, and you're slightly relieved that they're currently fixated on each other and not on you. Steve bites his lip and looks over at Eddie. He swings his long legs over Eddie's lap and is now straddling Eddie just like you were moments before. He starts working impatiently at Eddie's belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops, snapping it backwards once it's freed. Steve's fingers linger on the black leather and he smiles cheekily, "use this on me, please." Eddie grins back and nods his head up and down slowly, clearly excited at the idea. Steve and Eddie's lips are smashing together now and the two of them are embraced in a passionate kiss. Steve's strong, tanned hands are entangled in Eddie's hair and Eddie's ringed fingers are wandering up and down Steve's back. You note the constellations of freckles and moles that litter his lightly-muscled back and arms. He's perfect, you think as your right hand wanders down your abdomen, peaking its way under the front of your thong. You watch them feverishly make out, eager hands wandering and low groans escaping from their occupied mouths.

Your fingers meet your clit and you surprise yourself with the primal noise that breaks out of your lips. Steve snaps his head back to look at you with lust-filled eyes. Eddie peaks around Steve's body to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, she's touching herself, man," Steve breathes, panting from his kiss with Eddie.

"Poor thing," Eddie coos, "she's being neglected." You pout, agreeing with his statement. "Y/n," Eddie says in a sing-songy way, "c'mere." You slide your hand out of your panties and obey, kneeling and crawling your way towards them. Steve quickly stumbles off of Eddie's lap and joins you on the ground, on his knees. You watch as Eddie's eyes widen and he hungrily licks his lips. You unbutton his pants and pull them off, staring at the bulge that you can see through his boxers. You can tell it's big but not exactly how big. He frees himself as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and slides those down, kicking both his jeans and his boxers off of his ankles.

You take a deep breath, taking in how big his dick is. It's girthy and it makes your mouth water. You waste no time as you lunge forward, yearning to feel it in your hands. Your small fingers barely fit around it and you start jacking him off, slowly at first before you start to pick up momentum. Steve moves behind you, sliding his hands all over your body, stopping at your ass and your breasts to make sure to give them plenty of attention. You slowly trace your tongue over your teeth, mouth open and wanting. Eddie watches you and his breaths pick up, clearly anticipating a new sensation. You use your hands to bring the tip of his cock to your lips. You give it sloppy, wet kisses before he slightly juts his hips up towards your mouth. He slips himself into you and you moan. He swears at the feeling of your noise's vibrations as your mouth envelopes his cock. Soon, his cock is grazing your throat. You gag slightly but continue to let him fuck your mouth, saliva soaking his entire length.

"Good girl," Steve whispers into your ear, "such a good girl," you gasp around Eddie's cock as Steve starts to play with your clit through the material of your underwear. His skillful fingers rub you in circles, quickly but not too quickly. He adds a small amount of pressure and you dig your nails into Eddie's thighs. Eddie groans, tightly grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back just to force it back down onto himself. You gag and cough around him, eyes watering. Steve uses his other hand that isn't preoccupied to push your head down onto Eddie again.

"Shit shit shit," Eddie growls through gritted teeth. To your surprise, Steve stops rubbing your clit and wraps both arms around your waist, lifting you up and off of Eddie's cock. Eddie moans from the loss of your mouth and looks up at Steve with big puppy eyes and confusion. Steve gently sets you on the ground, spreading your legs and staring at your thong. He lowers his head, trailing kisses from your chest to your hip bones. He suckles on the meat of your hip and then blows on it. The cooling sensation is new and it stings and it causes you to squirm. He gathers the material of your panties between his teeth and slides them down, exposing your pussy. He sighs happily, continuing to kiss down your body. He's now biting at your thigh, a little harder than you thought he would, but you're not complaining.

You roll your head to the side to watch Eddie. He's lazily jacking himself off, his rings moving up and down his length. He's more interested in watching you and Steve than actually pleasuring himself. Steve catches you looking at Eddie and bites down harder to punish you for not paying attention to him. You wince and look down at him. He gives you a wicked smile and moves his attention to your aching clit. He sucks and licks you to the perfect rhythm as you writhe under him, moaning his name along with a handful of profanities. He slides one long finger inside of you and starts pumping in and out of you slowly.

"More, more" you beg. He stops suckling on your clit and looks up at you, nose, mouth and chin glistening. He looks so pretty just like that, covered in you. You get what you asked for as you feel an additional 2 fingers thrust inside. He starts to curl them into the walls of your vagina and you let out a soft scream of his name. He's nibbling at your clit just slightly and you buck your hips up into his face, earning a raspy chuckle from him. Your head is spinning with pleasure intensified by weed and alcohol. Steve slowly sits up and back onto his calves.

"I need you," he breathes to Eddie, who pops up off of the sofa and joins you two on the ground. He grabs Steve's face in his hands as he kneels with him, planting a kiss on his lips. Eddie masterfully takes the rest of Steve's clothes off and you moan as you watch his cock snap up against his belly. It's longer than Eddie's but thinner and fuck it's beautiful, just like Steve. Eddie spits into his palm and wraps his ringed-fingers around Steve's cock. Steve groans as Eddie quickens his pace and starts leaving hickeys on his collarbone. You watch as they scramble, Steve getting on all fours and Eddie squeezing Steve's cheeks roughly, leaving pink marks all over his ass. Eddie brings his arm up and Steve yelps out as his hand comes down and makes harsh contact with his skin. You start panting as you watch them, so incredibly turned on. Eddie spanks Steve a few more times, each one increasing in intensity. After he's done torturing the poor boy, he lets a long string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto Steve's ass. Eddie uses his fingers to smear the spit over his hole and starts gently rubbing. Steve breathes out small, pathetic noises as Eddie brings his tongue down to where his fingers were.

While Eddie caresses Steve's hole with his long tongue, you start to touch yourself again. One hand on your breast and the other on your clit, you moan and wiggle where you're laying on the floor, causing both of them to look over at you. They both groan fuck at the same time and Eddie picks up the pace with his tongue before slipping a long finger inside of him. Steve growls with pleasure and Eddie starts to move his finger in and out slowly. Eddie spanks him again before bringing his free hand to his own cock, jacking himself off while finger-fucking Steve. Eddie adds more spit to his fingers and slips a second one in, pounding harder into Steve this time.

You feel left out and crawl over to them, forcefully moving Eddie's hand from his cock so you can wrap your lips around it. You start sucking and slurping, so hungry for attention that you've been craving while watching the two boys without you.

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hisses before jamming his fingers back into Steve, clearly hitting his prostate due to the animalistic noise he lets out.

"Eddie, need more," Steve gasps for air, "condoms, get condoms." Eddie frees his fingers from deep inside of Steve and pulls his dick out of your mouth. He grabs two condoms off of the end table and tears one package open with his teeth before sliding it onto himself. Before he walks back over to Steve, he grabs the belt that was draped over the arm of the sofa. With the belt in one hand, he rips the other wrapper open with his teeth and looks at you.

"You, on all fours," he gestures for you to get into position. You quickly obey and earn a "good girl" from Eddie. You savor the praise and feel tingles throughout your lower abdomen. "Such a good little girl," Steve agrees.

"Fuck, you guys, this is too much," you moan, clearly meaning that it's too much in a very good way. You're no longer facing them, impatiently shifting your weight on all fours as you wait for some kind of contact. You think you hear the clinking of metal but aren't too sure, since you're so cross-faded. Your curiosity is answered when Eddie grabs both wrists and shoves them behind your back, causing you to lose your balance and have your chest hit the floor. You whimper, one side of your face squished against the carpet. You feel metal handcuffs tighten around your wrists and start moving your ass around in the air, showing that you like the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. This earns a spank from Eddie. You breathe in sharply as his hand comes down on your ass and then let out a pained moan of his name.

"She's all yours, Harrington," Eddie says, "and you're all mine."

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” Steve asks while leaning over you, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek. You nod excitedly, earning a smile from him. Steve positions his body between your legs, slowly dragging his fingers down your ass and to your pussy. Soon, you feel the tip of his cock against you. He slowly pushes himself inside of you and a low groan escapes from his throat.

“Steve, Steve, yes,” you moan and close your eyes as he bottoms out and then whips his hips back, slamming all the way back into you. His warm cock fills you, hitting your g-spot every time he thrusts. He has a perfect rhythm going, praising you for what a good girl you are in a raspy, jagged voice. His rhythm breaks, causing you to open our eyes to look behind you. Eddie has a fistful of Steve’s hair in his right hand, holding onto Steve’s hip to steady him with his other hand. Steve yells out Eddie’s name as he slides his thick cock into Steve’s ass. When Eddie pushes into him, Steve pushes into you. Steve’s body is draped over your back, kissing the nape of your neck and your shoulders. You hear the crack of Eddie’s belt snapping onto Steve’s skin and his groans grow in intensity by your ear.

“Fuck her sweet little pussy, baby,” Eddie hisses to Steve, who helplessly whines as the belt makes contact with his ass again. “You’re such a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Feeling your cock inside of her isn’t enough, hmm? You need my cock inside of you too, hmm?” Eddie snaps his hips back and pounds into Steve, causing a domino effect of Steve hitting your g-spot so hard that you scream fuck.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Steve breathes into your ear. You moan at the praise, eyes watering and breath staggering from pleasure.

“The best little girl, y/n, taking it from such a bad, bad boy. Steve, my disgusting little slut,” Eddie growls as he whips Steve with the belt once more. You feel Steve tense as his breath quickens and his moans deepen.

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie, can I cum?”

“Yes, baby, cum on her tits for me.”

Steve pulls out of you and you gasp at the loss of his cock. He jostles you, tossing you onto your back. He snaps the condom off and grips his dick in his hand, jacking himself off until he reaches his climax.

“Y/n, sweetheart, you look so fucking gorgeous,” Steve grunts. You moan as you feel warm, sticky liquid splatter over your chest and neck. He starts playing with your clit in between his fingers before Eddie forces his cock back into Steve’s hole. You watch as Eddie absolutely rails Steve until he cums inside of him. You watch Steve’s eyes roll back as Eddie rams into his prostate again and again. Steve is panting and whining as Eddie lazily milks himself in and out of Steve to finish his orgasm. Eddie finally pulls out of Steve, who slowly collapses onto the floor. You watch the rapid rise and fall of Steve’s chest as he gasps for air. Sweat drips down his face and into his open mouth.

Eddie lets you know that he didn’t forget about you when he crawls towards you and gathers Steve’s cum on his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you savor Steve’s taste. With his fingers still in your mouth, Eddie moves his face to your throbbing pussy. He starts sucking on your clit and lapping up the wetness that has gathered inside of you. He removes his fingers from your mouth and slides them inside of you, curling his fingers into the walls of your vagina. Your breath hitches as you near your own orgasm, moaning his name as he deliciously fingers you and kisses your clit. He looks into your eyes and grins when you start to clench around his fingers. You yell his name as your body spasms and your hips thrust upward. You throw your head back and close your eyes tightly. You wish you could pull him in to kiss your lips, but your hands are still cuffed behind your back.

You and Steve both whine as Eddie stands up and starts to walk away.

“Geez, you two. Needy, aren’t we?” Eddie chuckles. He snaps his condom off and tosses it into the trash can. Your eyes follow him as he finds a small silver key. He keeps the key in one hand and walks over to the kitchen to wet a washcloth with the faucet. Soon, he’s hovering over you, planting sweet kisses on your cheek. He unlocks the handcuffs and gently rubs your wrists. He kisses your aching wrists, too, apologizing quietly.

“No, no, do not be sorry, Eddie, it was so good,” you flash him a wicked smile. He nods in appreciation. He starts to clean Steve’s cum off of you with the warm, damp washcloth, continuing to pepper kisses on your face, neck and chest. Next, he moves onto Steve. You admire Eddie as he cares for him, just as he did for you. Steve lays limp next to you in absolute bliss and exhaustion.

“You did so well for me, Steve,” Eddie cups his face in his hands.

“I did?” Steve’s face perks up.

“Oh my God, yes. So good, baby,” Eddie assures him. Steve looks so proud and fulfilled from Eddie’s praise. You understand, because Steve’s praises made you feel the same way. “How are you feeling, Steve?”

“‘m okay, Eddie. A little sore, feel like I can’t move.” Eddie takes this as his cue to help his poor little Steve, picking him up and bringing him to the sofa. He grabs a thick comforter and throws it on the floor where Steve just was. He takes some pillows and places them on the comforter. Eddie gestures for you to go onto the comfy space he’s set up for the three of you. You obey, cuddling up to a pillow. Steve follows suit and lays next to you, facing you. He wraps his arm around you and starts planting quick kisses all over your face. You giggle, gently pushing him away from you. He laughs and looks at your chest.

“Your tits are perfect, y/n.” You blush and your immediate reaction is to cover your breasts.

“Do not cover them up,” Eddie smiles, “they are too perfect to cover up, after all.” You remove your hands from your chest as they both stare at you.

Eddie joins you two, settling in on the other side of Steve. He drapes another thick blanket over your bodies and sighs contently. You all snuggle in closely, reveling in the sweet feeling of skin on skin. You wrap your legs around Steve, whose legs are entangled in Eddie’s.

You stay this way for at least a half an hour, exchanging kisses and twirling each other's hair in your fingers. Every few minutes, someone starts tickling someone else, leading to giggling and swearing.

As you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, you hear Eddie’s voice. It’s soft, the complete opposite of his sex voice.

“I love both of you so much,” he whispers.

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