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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough van sex, dirty talk, analplay, sub!eddie but also very much switch!eddie, lust at first sight, major mutual pining, a sprinkle of perv!eddie but hes sexy so its okay, (1) guest appearance by dustin, post vol. 2 fix-it fic, 7k filth

summary: she’s the girl next door. eddie is the metalhead freak who’s just barely clearing his name after a whole town fiasco. opposites attract but certainly not like this, and certainly not in the back of eddie’s van.

a/n: pov vol 2 ended on a positive note and eleven miraculously fixed everything so a freshly-graduated eddie can now live his life to the fullest!!!!!!!! aka what should’ve happened… minors dni. not for u.

It’s rare for Eddie Munson to be roaming the white-picket fence suburbs of Hawkins. It feels like a fantasyland — golden retrievers and tabby cats, designated trash days and bright, green grass full of yellow daffodils, oak trees with makeshift swings and wooden playgrounds built by loving fathers. It’s too perfect, too uncanny, and Eddie knows deep down that he doesn’t belong in such a world as nice as this one.

But the suburbs of Hawkins are also welcoming.

When he gives Dustin a ride from school to home, when the noon is at its peak, golden rays and soft sprinklers making rainbows rise from the soil, he thinks — for a moment or two — that he belongs. He could if he wanted to. When Henderson invites him over for dinner, or when Harrington needs help fixing his car, when Mike needs relationship advice (as if Eddie could know anything about that) and when Robin wants to know more about Iron Maiden to impress the metalhead ladies, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t so bad on this side of town.

That is until he saw you. And he realized then why everyone called this part of Hawkins a slice of paradise.

Pretty college student. Cut-off shorts from the Gap paired with baggy baseball tees, and a cute nose always stuffed in a romance novel or — some days — a textbook. Glossy lips, adorable socks and checkered picnic blankets where you’d lay out on the too-pristine yard, kicking your legs back and forth as if acting like eye candy was your specialty.

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins with just enough rough edges to be labelled the girl next door.

Only, Eddie doesn’t live next door to you. Dustin does.

“The least you could tell me is her name, Henderson. I don’t want gas money, I want her name. Spelled out for me, syllable by syllable. Government name.” Eddie rambles, shifting impatiently in the driver’s seat as Dustin leans over the passenger window from the outside. “We’re sitting ducks here, man. What if she sees us spying on her damn fence like some creeps?”

The curly-haired sophomore sighs, fingers strung together as he frowns at his older friend, “You are a grown ass man, Eddie. All you have to do is ask her, just say hi, make an impression or something! You can’t just be looking at her from afar everytime you come over, blasting this Metallica shit…”

“You are on very thin ice, boy.” Eddie wags a finger at him, wide eyes bouncing between Dustin and the front of your house. “I don’t know her like you know her. I don’t wanna be weird, especially after just putting all this town satanic cult bull behind my ass. She might think — dammit, I don’t know… I just wouldn’t wanna scare the girl, okay?” He sucks in a deep breath, shrugging the thought off with a hopeful smile, “Not this time.”

“Disgusting.”

He snaps his head towards Dustin, reaching over and rustling the cap on his head with a playful smirk. “You’re disgusting, you fuckin’ booger.”

And as if on cue, like every other day he’s been through this neighborhood, Eddie watches your figure emerge from the porch, picnic blanket and weathered paperback in hand. His jaw goes slack at the image of your denim overall-clad frame, nothing but a bikini-like bra underneath the number while a fresh cigarette dangles from your lips. So much skin — the exposed flesh of your neck, the salty beads of sweat rolling down your collarbone, the cherubic glow of your complexion and the alluring blush of your lips as you sit out on the yard.

Fuck.

A loud boom pulls the metalhead from his trance. Dustin’s palm comes down against the flimsy van door. “Earth to Eddie? Get a grip, you’re drooling.”

And all he can really say is: “She’s so damn pretty.”

Maybe he’s overreacting. Maybe he’s just really that in-deep with a girl who he has never, ever spoken to. Maybe he’s a pervert rather than a misunderstood freak and this is all just completely wrong of him. But, god, it feels so right to stare. Eddie can’t help it, especially once you catch sight of Dustin and send him an adorable little wave — then your eyes flicker over to Eddie’s dumbfounded expression inside the van, where you wave at him too.

And the twenty one year-old swears he dies. Right at that moment. His heart skips several beats all at once, possibly even flatlining as a small smile falls upon your graceful features, bursting right out of his chest even as you look away and immediately redirect your attention to the walkman in your pocket like you hadn’t just casually murdered him alive.

Fuck me, he thinks.

The next time Eddie sees you, he gets a little more than a wave. He’s reveling in this newfound attention as he bounces down the steps of Dustin’s porch and catches sight of you on the other side of the fence, already staring his way before he sends you a nerdy two-finger salute with a close-lipped smile. And just before he reaches the sidewalk, your sweet voice stops him in his determined tracks.

“Metallica at three p.m. in this neighborhood is a death wish, you know.”

Eddie turns slowly on his heels, shoes facing you before his whole body follows hesitantly. He’s trying to wipe off that stupid expression on his face, lips parted into a skinny ‘O’ that makes him look like a fish out of water as you finally make eye contact. He heats up immediately from the inside, belly churning and throat tightening when you give him a once over. And it seems like you don’t exactly care for subtlety either — blown pupils raking over his tattooed arms, taking in the torn rips of his shirt-turned-tank-top and the tanlines just above his elbows.

He hopes you think that the scars on his body are just as badass (if not, more) than his tats.

Say something. “Didn’t know music was on a schedule.” Eddie manages to follow along with a shrug, lips tugging to the side nervously.

In response, you smile. You fucking smile as if he hadn’t just said the most stupid response ever. It’s gentle, airy, almost effortless as crescent-like lines shape your warm cheeks and you cup a hand over your eyes, adorably squinting through the bright sunlight. “Oh, believe me, I had Iron Maiden on blast one time and ever since then, the whole block has been thinking I’m some sort of cult apologist.”

His heart grows like a balloon filling with helium, voice even going so far to climb several octaves of excitement as his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “You… you listen to that kind of stuff?”

You play with the lacy strap of your top. You’re beaming widely at him from the other side of the fence. “Do you judge books by their covers, mister?”

“No, ma’am.” Eddie swipes the glistening pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, stifling the grin that threatens to spread across his mouth. Sheepish, he shakes his head. “I think I underestimated you then. I’m… I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m kidding. Seriously though, I have a bunch of mixtapes back in my room. Ozzy, Dio, some Sabbath. No one really gets it, but you… you seem like you do.”

And Eddie wonders: could you get any more damn perfect? The suburban denim dream, the girl next door, the quintessential concoction of every teenage boy’s fantasy and every teenage girl’s desire… listens to metal music? And not just AC/DC or KISS (because everyone loves those guys), but the same music he’s grown up with and loved?

He can’t help but picture you in your bed, records spread out across your comforter as you switch between Dream Evil and Peace of Mind. Your limbs stretched out on the mattress, shirt riding up with nothing but black panties underneath as you rock out to his favorites.

Yeah. He’ll think about that one a lot.

“I definitely get it. I do, I really do. I love metal.” Eddie rambles, hoping to keep your attention by stalling this conversation as much as possible. You nod at him with those big, innocent eyes and roll your fleshy lip between your teeth, keen to every stupid word that falls from his tongue. “But hey, it can be our little secret, then.” He leisurely gravitates towards the van while you match his strides, taking note of his quavering pitch and the use of Eddie’s own hands waving through the air wildly as he attempts to withhold his nervousness. “And again, just for peace of mind, I didn’t mean to judge. I figured…”

“Madonna?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckles. Feels the anxiety in his stomach build even more. “Nothin’ wrong with Madonna, though. Sexy tunes. Can’t deny that.”

Sexy tunes. Come on, Munson.

But that draws a giggle right out of you, “Sexy tunes, indeed.” Then, you’re both leaning against the side of his van. No fence or Dustin coming between the two of you, just your sweaty bodies and Hawkins’ summer heat seeping through your thin clothes. You hold your palm out, fingers welcomingly outstretched. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze bounces from your smaller hand to the doting expression on your face before gingerly enveloping it in his own. “Eddie. Edward. E-Eddie. You can…” You give him a gentle squeeze, a sure smile dusting over your lips. “You can just call me Eddie, or whatever. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

“Well,” You laugh again, and Eddie blushes profusely at the lighthearted noise. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Whatever.” You share another one of those looks, and he swears that this time — this time, your eyes do all the talking that needs to be done. “I think we’ll get along really well… Eddie.”

His name has never sounded so perfect out loud.

Eddie sees you again.

And again. Every time he drops Dustin off. Again. Leant against the side of his van. Talking and talking, until there’s nothing to talk about — but it’s rare. He always has something to talk about, even when his voice fails him and he stutters or stumbles over syllables because you’re so fucking pretty and he’s… he’s just Eddie. But you see him differently than the others, so he supposes that maybe being “just Eddie” isn’t such an awful thing after all.

Again, you talk. The sidewalk. Along the road. On your lawn. Sometimes, Eddie will even join you on your blanket, skim through your books and take note of what you read, then he’ll recommend “true” literature like Lord of the Rings or something else with elves and witches.

Summer has never felt so long.

Again.

Until again becomes every afternoon. Even on the days Dustin doesn’t need a ride home anymore. Even on the days he has to practice with his band at four, but he can always just come see you at three and drive back because it’s no big deal. Even on the days your parents say you need to stop talking to that Munson boy because he’s no good, but who fucking cares?

Again, anyways.

You’re not scared of him. He’s not scary. He never was.

And so afternoons turn into nights. And nights consist of sneaking out to Eddie’s van that he’s parked a few houses down the street, because God forbid he talks to the innocent girl next door. Innocent is one fat hoax. You’re smoking pot with him in the back of his fucking van for Ozzy’s sake, giggly and unrelenting as you sit next to each other and drench yourselves in the scent of weed and Eddie’s drugstore cologne while Metallica plays faintly in the background.

He’s all man, but soft with his eyes. Soft in the way he looks at you. Crude in the way he secretly desires you. Now that he knows you, really knows you, you aren’t just beautiful.

You’re completely devastating.

You take a long drag of his joint, wincing as the paper sizzles and burns orange. “Fuck, I wish I tried getting high sooner. You’re a horrible influence, you know that?”

Eddie hums with a toothy grin, fiddling with the pair of flimsy headphones in his lap. “And yet you still meet me back here every night.”

“Why do I even do that?”

“Um, ‘cause I got, like, really fucking good ‘A’ quality weed and impeccable taste in music.” He shrugs nonchalantly, eyes following the mold of your lips around the bud. “Easy there, tigress. Don’t hog it.”

“You said…”

“I said, you could have one hit. And now, I’m confiscating it.”

You groan in protest as Eddie leans over to your side of the van and snatches the blunt from you, tossing it into a mushroom shaped ashtray as he gazes at you curiously. “Since when did you become so mean to me?”

“Weed is meant to be treasured, Y/N. And plus, I’m always mean.”

He has to admit — there has been tension between the two of you ever since your afternoon catch-ups turned into late night talking. Maybe he’s imagining it, but surely you feel it too. The bubbling in his stomach when your elbows brush in such a confined space. The heat rushing to his cheeks when you laugh and place a hand on his thigh, or the dizzy rush flooding your forehead when he picks a flyaway strand of hair off of your shoulder. The increase in your heartbeats as you stare at each other for a minute too long, even sneaking in a second glance because you just have to.

“You know what you should treasure?” You quirk a brow at him. A smirk tugs upon your lips as you dig through your pocket and pull out a cassette tape, shaking it in front of Eddie’s face. “This week’s mix I made you.”

“My mix is better.” He flicks his walkman open, switching out the tape inside for the one you hand him. “Here’s yours, ma’am.”

And he supposes that no one really expected that his friendship with the girl next door would be founded on trading music with each other. Ever since you and Eddie found out your tastes were in alignment, you made it a goal to introduce new songs to him — Madonna included. Sexy tunes.

You think he could get used to the oddity of The Cure. He thinks he can convince you that Guns N’ Roses will eventually be a rock sensation. You’re skeptical. Maybe.

So you marinate in each other’s stagnant presence, leaning on opposite walls of his metal tin can of a van, holding your own walkmans with ears caressed by Koss headphones and lids shut as your heads bob to the acoustics. Eddie can’t help but crack an eye open, sneaking a peek at your chewed lip and your look of concentration.

“I like this one.” You pipe up, feeling his stare on you. He glances away before you can actually catch him, training his gaze on the mess of blankets behind the driver’s seat. “You know, your choices this week are very interesting, Munson.”

Suggestive. His choices are suggestive, is what you’re thinking. From the first to the last track, the list of songs messily etched onto the cassette with the most boyish handwriting you’d ever seen, you can only hope that the metalhead holds some sort of attraction for you in the same manner you do for him.

Eddie chuckles, and winces apologetically at you. “I still hate The Cure, by the way.”

You nod unconvinced, and pull one of the cups of your headphones away from your ear. There’s a smile of amusement, an interested dimple in your cheek. “And yet you included The Perfect Girl on here?”

“Only because it made me think of you.”

For once, he realizes that he has flustered you. Your jaw goes slack, your pupils widen, brows softening before your nose crinkles at him. “Shut up, Eddie.”

His palms raise in a peaceful surrender, ringed fingers wiggling adorably. “You asked, Y/N.” A beat. Then you’re playfully throwing a jacket at his face and squealing before he instinctively lunges forward at you, gentle hands pulling you back by the elbows. Despite the struggle, eventually he’s pinned to the floor of the van and you’re on top of him straddling his soft belly. “Get off, you monster!” He near-giggles, sputtering as his hair gets into his mouth and he feels your body racking with laughter.

“You’re so rude to me. Like the rudest. When has The Cure ever hurt you?” You pant out, chest rising and falling steadily as you both catch your breath. Eddie’s headphones haphazardly hug his head, walkman in the palm that rests above him. “Do you treat your girlfriend this way, hm?”

“No girlfriend.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm, I thought it was obvious.” He replies quietly, the sound comes out more like a soft moan rather than an agreement. His plushy lips are wet with saliva, tongue poking between the pink flesh as his eyes flicker from your parting mouth to your curious, swirling irises. “S’why I’m here with you.”

“So I’m the second choice is what you’re…”

“Please, you are farthest from the second choice, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, ribs rumbling against his torso. Only then does he become hyper aware of the way your breasts push up against his shirt, the warmth of your skin intermixing with his, your nipples hardening against the thin white fabric of your camisole. Sweetheart, you repeat. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. “Do you have one?”

“A girlfriend?” You ask, tone playful and curious.

Careless Whisper echoes through his headphones; your mixtape is still looping through his walkman as you trail your fingers down his wrists and brace yourself on his chest.

Fucking hell. It’s ironic. It’s pathetic. George Michael needs to shut up. Why is this damned song on here? He’s struggling to think, struggling to focus on the words coming from your mouth, struggling to keep it in his pants because you keep shifting farther and farther away from his stomach, and more and more towards his crotch. Focus. Tune out that stupid saxophone.

“Sure.” He shrugs breathlessly, tingling with anticipation.

“Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not yet, no. Why is this a conversation, Eddie?” You bite your lip cheekily, knees planted firmly on either side of his lean body when you gaze down at him then survey the still-lit joint resting on his ashtray. Silence, then: “Can I have a hit? Please?”

Eddie glances at your lips, fixating on how your tongue darts out to lick at the sticky gloss. The moonlight casts a glow over your frame, highlighting the path of your curves through your tank top. And without really taking his eyes off of your beautiful face, his fingers reach for the blunt, a blush spreading across his chiseled cheeks when your hand brushes against his to grab it.

Please.

A sizzle rustles through the heavy air as you take a slow drag.

And Eddie can’t help himself. Not this time.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You’re slowly tossing the perfectly-good blunt aside, leaning down and lazily grabbing Eddie gingerly by his chin.

He thinks you’re gonna kiss him.

And before he can lift his head to meet you, instead, you’re blowing a puff of smoke between his parted lips with an exhale. “Fuck… ing… heck…” He instantly groans, eyelids drooping as your ass pushes against him teasingly like you hadn’t just shotgunned into his goddamn mouth. Party trick. You flutter your lashes bashfully, dimples poking at your cheeks as Eddie gapes at you just inches away from your face. “Y/N, where the fuck did you… learn that?”

You sigh. “Eddie Munson, you just keep on underestimating me.”

“I really do, I really fucking do…” He huffs, knuckles turning white around his walkman as you sensually tug his headphones off. “I just — just thought you were…”

“Innocent? Oblivious? I may be your girl next door fantasy… or whatever the fuck you Hawkins boys think about me…” You smirk, taking Eddie’s much-larger hands into yours and placing them firmly on your hips. “… but I am not fucking blind… you’ve been acting so off this entire night, must need something to take the edge off, don’t you?”

Fucking Ozzy. He can’t take it. His lips tug into a wince. “That easy, huh?”

Red-handed, you coo. “The easiest.”

“So technically you’re calling me easy, then?” Eddie jokes, heart pounding against his chest as he tenderly digs his fingertips into your love handles.

This is what he’s wanted. This is it.

And it’s not a fucking dream at all. It’s absolutely heaven.

Just like heaven.

“Eh, I think it’s endearing. The way you…” He curses under his breath as you lean over and trail your mouth up his jawline, biting his earlobe. “… savor me… savor looking at me. The way you think I don’t notice your stare, when your eyes wander a couple inches down whenever I talk? Oh, you think you’re so slick. I’m not naïve. Why do you think we hang out in your van at night?”

He shudders when your teeth find the cool surface of the guitar pick around his neck. “You’re evil, sweetheart.”

“And you’re horny, but maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.”

“No, definitely…” Eddie laughs nervously, swallowing as he looks down at you. “Definitely not. I’m… fuck, I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Or, maybe I should.” Back and forth banter. It’s natural with you. Too natural, almost like it has always meant to be like this between the eager pair of you. You don’t kiss him, not yet. He can wait. “Acting like a gentleman, like my friend, when in reality you can’t help but think of banging me everytime we see each other?”

“M’sorry, okay? We are friends — fuck, Y/N. Can’t focus… can’t exactly t-talk when you’re on my lap like that.”

Heat pools to his lower stomach, breaths quickening as his hands mindlessly drift down to your upper thighs, squeezing your skin through your little shorts when you grind against him. “Like this? How does it feel? Touching me, feeling me on you like this?”

Eddie’s eyes are dark, almost black in the dim shadows of his van. He looks up at you with the most dilated, entranced look, and you swear it almost makes you break. “Feels… feels so nice. Warm. I just… fuck, I don’t… don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do… Y/N, goddamnit…”

“I think it’s both clear what we want, no?” You press a kiss to his cheek, running your thumb along the skin beneath his lower lashes. His self-control is slowly diminishing, inch by inch, he feels himself melting in your presence. “I stare, too, just so you know. I stare a lot.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lifts a shaky hand, nervously cupping your jaw and nudging his nose against yours. His voice ghosts your skin, raspy and more of a whimper than a command. “Tell me about it.”

Your mouth hovers over his, lips barely brushing against each other. Touching, touching, touching, only to pull away at the very last second. He can almost just taste the marijuana from your tongue, almost taste the honey dripping from your voice as you peck the corner of his lips. Almost. “I look at your arms, and your really cool tattoos, then I picture… where else you have them on your body…” You gasp into his ear as his hips rut into you, his fingers drawing shapes against the side of your face. “Picture your lips on my chest… kissing me, leaving marks… bruises, hickies, whatever you want, Munson. Your mouth between my — my thighs… tugging on your hair because you’d be so good to me, wouldn’t you?”

“M’want you so bad. You don’t know the half of it.” He whispers, stroking a knuckle across the shadow of your cupid’s bow. “Please… let me… fuck, let me kiss you. Please, Y/N. Want it so bad. Been wanting you ever since summer started. Makin’ me crazy, got me feeling like I’m insane with the way I just… just obsess over us.”

He’s earned it.

“Like I said, whatever you want.” You grin devilishly.

Eddie’s lips finally collide with yours, erotically wet and far from smooth. It’s incongruous, sweaty skin rubbing against each other and clothes rustling as Eddie sits up, your arms swaddling his lanky frame while you crane your neck to kiss him deeply. His hair is in your mouth, his nose smushed against the side of your face, strained groans slipping from his throat as he traverses down your neck, selfishly licking the divot of your collarbone before his palms are venturing under your camisole.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He whines, lashes fluttering against your thin bra as he pulls your top over your head. He’s mouthing at the cups, biting at the stringy lace of your push-up before he’s tugging the material down to reveal your nipples. “I just… fuck, I’m just in awe of you. You’re the perfect girl, and I get to have you.” He wraps his lips around the hardened bud, moaning as he alternates between the two and litters your flesh in dark hickies. You fist his hair, caving into his frame. “You’re so sexy. Just… fucking… took the words out of me, leavin’ me speechless… I’ll make you feel so f-fucking good if you let me.”

Your head rolls back as he kisses up the underside of your chin, meeting your lips in a more tender kiss. Your nails trail underneath his Iron Maiden ringer tee, lightly tracing over the raised scars on his abdomen, his belly, skimming over his sparse happy trail and the subtlety of his v-line. “You’re all talk, Eddie… wanna make me feel good?” He nods meekly, the veins in his neck flexing as you stroke his brow bone. “Think you should start by undressing me…”

“Christ, please.”

And without a beat, Eddie’s reaching around you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside so that it lands over the back of the driver’s seat. He kisses his way down your belly, the little pudge when you sit, only for him to lay you down on your back, clumping up a bunch of jackets to make a pillow for your head. His fingers unbutton your shorts, tugging them down the length of your legs with your panties until they get caught on your Chucks.

He takes those off too. Quite frankly, chucks the Chucks across the van with a squeaky mutter of ‘goddamn shoes…’ before he’s pocketing a lineup of chunky rings into his jeans.

Eddie’s mouth makes up for the dorky mishap, his lips make haste against your tender calves, biting the squish of your thighs and nudging his nose against the glossy patches of arousal on the inside of your skin. He inhales the scent of your cunt, and you jerk with a moan of surprise as he kisses you there, open and fluttering for him while he lays on his stomach.

He’s never seen such a pretty pussy. It emboldens him, leaves him brazen and aching for more even though it’s the first time he’s ever seen you this naked. Even though he’s barely even had you, he still needs more.

“Need you so bad it hurts.” Eddie growls, looking up at you with a smirk as you gnaw on your bottom lip. “You’re just… fuck, how did you get this wet? God, you’re unreal, baby… let me? Please? Let me… let me eat it… I’ll do anything…”

Let me. Let me. Let me. It’s his mantra. You’d be lying if you deny that it stirs something animalistic within you.

You nod violently, biting down on your forefinger as he props you up against the wall of the van and parts your knees even further before he’s shoving his face into you. Your hands dart straight into his curls again, pulling and tugging until you’re holding him by a wiry ponytail, watching the eager way he suckles at the bundle of nerves just at the apex of your sex.

Eddie feels like a fucking virgin. Desperate. Impatient. Aggressive. He’s too excited — it displays itself when he slips two digits into your needy slit, taking in how you instantly buck against him. You need him. Need him in the same manner he needs this. His ego fires up as he drives his fingers further, running his tongue over and back and down your clit until your grip on his hair becomes suffocating.

“Having fun down there, h-hm?” You croak. Even with his head buried between your thighs, you’re mischievous, challenging, witty. He’d fuck the brains out of you if he could, but honestly, he isn’t even sure if he could survive one second with his cock in your little fist. “Fuckkk. You’re makin’ me feel so good, Eds…” Your head hits the metal wall, a soft bang that goes unnoticed with all the squelching and creaming as Eddie scissors his fingers.

��You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect, I love the way you look right now, s’fucking hot… could cum just by watching you.”

“Yeah? Just wait — just fucking wait till I suck you off.”

Eddie can’t wrap his thoughts around it. His tongue, his hands, where he’s buried inside you. He’s wanted this, ever since the start of summer, and he’s here with the girl he thought was untouchable — the perfect girl with a perfect, filthy secret that is him.

You’re grinding your mound against his mouth, quivering jaw unhinged in the darkness of his large van. His eyes flicker up to your tits, slick with his spit and your own as a dribble of saliva falls from your lips, tainting your skin.

For once, you aren’t put-together. He’s ripping your façade apart at the seams and leaving nothing to sew back.

“You’re a fucking mess, Y/N… oh, I do this to you?” He’s touching you till you’re vibrating and mewling. He’s lapping every drop of you up, tasting you permanently on his lips as he prods at your clit. “Fuck, honey…” Eddie bites you, hard enough to nurse a bruise on the inside of your thigh. “Please cum for me, yeah? Jus’ look how wet I’ve gotten you, sweetheart… you’re practically — oh, my god… you’re practically gaping… you wanna cum that bad?”

You really can’t help it. Not when he’s cooing at you with that whiny voice, teasing and suggestive as your cunt spasms over his pink knuckles. Your hips rise from the carpet flooring, and Eddie leaves another bite-mark on your stomach as slick trickles out of you. You don’t moan. You don’t scream, nor cry. Just a broken whimper and a restrained, quiet utterance of Eddie’s name beneath your breath.

Somehow, it makes his cock pulse even harder.

He gently kisses your cunt, running a soothing tongue over the bruises he’s left and the dip in where your hip meets your thigh. “Fuck, that was hot.” He smells the aftermath of your orgasm, really smelling you this time, and it ends up driving him nuts. “Oh, Y/N… your pussy…” You follow his gaze, letting out a lewd sound as Eddie admires the puffiness of your folds, swollen and open from his work. You jolt as soon as he tries to spread you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, d-didn’t mean to get so damn rough with you. You tasted so fucking nice, s’all.”

“No, I…” You brush his hair away from his face, pushing his bangs aside as he sits up and wedges himself between your knees. “I love rough. I can take it. I can take this.” Your other hand palms him through his jeans, before you’re dipping yourself beneath his waistband, hairs prickling at your skin as you grasp him. “Do you want me to be rough with you, Eds? Because I just… I really, really want your cock, and I… I dunno if I can hold myself back…”

“Oh, you little slut.” He gasps brazenly as you pull his shirt off, eyes wide at your sudden conviction for him, “Take it. Take me, Y/N. I’m all yours, whatever you fucking want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

You smirk, helping him kick off his jeans and boxers. Your cunt pathetically gapes for him once he’s bare, contracting around nothingness as Eddie takes your place against the wall. He leans back, and you just stare — drinking him in the same way he drinks you in. Your puffy nipples, still damp from his spit, your darkened neck a testament to his artistry, your mouth parting in awe as you fit his erect cock into your hand. Barely.

He’s big — lengthwise, and it curves heavily in your grasp as you lean down to pop him between your lips. Eddie nearly knees you, palms flying to cover his face as he desperately cries your name. “Y/N… oh, f-fucking… oh, Jesus…” You rake your nails up and down his thighs, licking a stripe up his manhood as you play with his sopping tip.

You chuckle in amusement around him, “Such a leaky cock. You like that, Eds? Mmm, you messy boy. All this pre-cum and I’ve… aw, I’ve barely touched you. Tell me what feels good, ‘kay?”

“S’all of it… all of it is — it’s good… fuck, words are so… words…” He melts even more as you sheathe him into your mouth, stuttering as he feels you hold back a gag. Your whole body convulses, back arching upwards as Eddie watches you take and take and take. “Oh, Y-Y/N… you just keep — keep getting better and better. Holy shit.” His belly aches with desire, tightening with each bob of your head and every seductive blink of your eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Thought about you.. whenever you’d — mmm, whenever you’d lay out on that darn lawn, what if I took you right there? What if I just… fucked you on that grass…”

“You and your dirty mouth, Munson.” You glare up at him in feigned annoyance, jerking his shaft with fast, purposeful movements. “I think it’s funny… how you pretend like you’re such a nice guy when really, you’re only a perv for me.”

“So what? Are you gonna punish me?” He challenges beadily, tongue poking out between gritted teeth like he could win this fight. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty girl?”

And just like that, the air changes. He feels the shift, the veil that falls over your eyes, nothing but sex and his scent running in your mind.

“No, Eds.” You move to straddle his thigh; your bare cunt dragging against his scarred skin. “I’m gonna make you beg.”

You take him into your fist again, stroking him between the generous suction of your lips and the sweep of your tongue. He tastes good to your surprise, and then you’re creating a pool of spit that trickles from his abdomen to his balls.

Messy girl. “Christ, Y/N.”

You release him with an erotic pop! — there’s stringy saliva connecting you to the crown of his cock, your throat is raw, his dick impatient, twitchy and excited. “You wanna fuck me so bad, you can’t even think straight. Look at my hand right now, look how tiny it looks when I hold you…” You grind yourself against his knee, groaning with him as you quicken your pace. Your brows furrow, a wicked grin ghosting itself over your features. “Baby, are you going to cum already?”

“Y/N, don’t s-stop. I’m beggin’ you, please…”

“Oh, you’re begging? This is what you call begging?”

“Please, s’too hard.”

“Too hard? What’s too hard? Me not letting you cum, or…” You give him one good jerk, twisting your fist so that your thumb brushes over his white-coated tip. “… your cock? Because you’re awfully, awfully rock hard right now. I bet it hurts doesn’t it, my love?” My love. His eyes gloss over. Your mouth hugs the shell of his ear. “You wanna cum?”

“Y-Yes…” He near-whimpers. Desperate. “Wanna cum so badly.”

“No.”

You release him for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. His climax dwindles back to square one, and his leg thrashes out in dismay. There’s sweat beading down your forehead, drops forming on Eddie’s brow bone as he scowls at you.

You kiss him, almost like an apology, but Eddie can tell you’re not sorry. Far from it. You enjoy this, enjoy getting him off just to start over and make him beg. Is it so sick that he likes it? The more you stretch this interaction out, the more he gets to touch you. Like now, as you swing your knees on either side of him, his palm gingerly clasping the nape of your neck as he presses your face to his.

“Let me fuck you? Let me be inside?” He pleads, nudging his nose against yours in anguished yearning. He drags his hand over your cheek, enveloping your jaw with outstretched fingers. “Just wanna bury myself inside you and stay there. Don’t even wanna cum anymore, I promise. I promise I’ll fuck you so good, m’not pathetic like the other guys… wanna feel you jus’ dripping on me, Y/N.”

You don’t answer, just gasp into his parted mouth as you line each other up. The angry head of his cock catches on your swell, snagging your clit before his tip lodges itself inside you and he — quite literally — goes rigid. You curse, slowly sinking down his length until your pussy refuses to take more.

“You’re s-so big.”

Eddie feels like he’s going to fucking burst. “Sweetheart,” He pants, panicked and frenzied as you squeeze around him. Your head lolls onto his shoulder, arms thrown around his body as he tangles his slender fingers into your scalp and pulls you impossibly closer to his chest. “Sweetheart, I can feel every p-part of you… you’re so — fuck, just like that, you wet messy thing.” He whines, the curve of your ass coming down against his lap as you keenly bounce on his cock. He meets you with gentle thrusts, your cunt already milking him thin. “Look at you, fuck, you’re loving this.”

“E-Eddie…” Your tits are squished against his pecs, his necklace sandwiching itself between your damp skin. “More. More. Give it…”

“You can’t take it, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it. I can. It’s not enough, I’m telling you.” You rut your hips stubbornly, guiding his palms to your waist before he’s carefully rolling you onto your side and hiking your calf over the tender slope of his shoulder. “S’not nearly enough, Eds.”

“Okay.” He breathes out, inhaling deeply as he slips himself deeper inside you. The stretch stings harshly, flashes of white prickling at the cones of your vision as he splits you raw and wide open. “Is this enough? You fuckin’… god, you perfect whore…” Your spine tingles as Eddie tugs you closer by the hip, ramming himself into you relentlessly. “… such perfect tits, a perfect leaky cunt…” He presses a kiss to your ankle, before flipping you onto your knees so that he can fuck you from behind. He wants to see you, see you flutter for him, feed his sick thoughts and relive the nights where he jerked himself off in this very van in empty parking lots to the idea of you. “… and this perfect ass… another hole waiting to be used, right, Y/N? You’d let me use it, wouldn’t you? If I’m nice enough, I bet you’d let me fuck it…”

Fucking hell.

You cum as soon as he dips the pad of his thumb against the responsive ring of muscle. You both grow feral at the sensation. Soaked. Pussy chafed raw from his cock. You can’t tell whose fluids are whose, if it’s Eddie’s spit or yours, if it’s your juices or his — the embarrassing manner in which your cunt just sucks him in, the tight walls of your ass fluttering around his gentle finger as he drives into you.

How is the van still upright? Eddie doesn’t know.

He’s an Ozzy clusterfuck of strangled, broken sounds and you’re a broken record player of Eddie-Eddie-Eds-Please, I’m cumming!

He doesn’t stop. Even when you’re shaking and bent-half in now missionary, he sheathes himself inside you till his pelvic bone is crushed to your body. “You feel so good, I’m sorry… I can’t — can’t stop, baby…”

“Don’t. Don’t stop, it’s a-alright.” You heave out, interlocking fingers as his glistening cock disappears into your used cunt. “It’s a l-lot, but it’s okay.” Eddie’s body engulfs you, your heels digging into the dimples in his lower back as he pounds into you. “You’re such a good — good boy, fuck…”

“Yeah?” He bites your throat. “Say.” The under-swell of your boob. “It.” Your arm. “Again.”

“Good boy. Such a good boy, fucking me the way I deserve.”

“Fucking you like you’re a slut.”

“Fucking me like I’m not the girl next door…” You chuckle, breathy and airy before he knocks the wind right out of you. “The whole town is gonna call me a w-whore for once.”

“Suits you better.”

You swear your soul leaves your body. You’re dying. You are dead, nearly limp in his fumbling boyish hands as he cradles your head against his chest and wipes the sweat from your eyes like he loves you. His balls slap against your loosened rim, his thumb putting pressure on your clit until you’re frantically pushing him away.

“I can’t cum again. I can’t.” You sob in pleasure, clawing at his tattoos as if they could save you from his insatiable hunger. “Eddie!”

“Need it, need your cum again, Y/N.” Eddie growls, thrusts stuttering and cock pulsating wildly before he’s spitting onto your sex as if you needed to be any more wet. “I-I think you’re so… so fucking cool, you’re just… you’re too good for me, but I fucking adore you.”

I adore you.

You can’t even talk anymore, vocal chords ripped right out of your throat as your stomach cramps, cramps, cramps and then drops to a low point. Crashing. Flatlining. Clenching hopelessly.

You nearly choke Eddie as a hand flies out to touch him, pulling him close as your walls trap him for a second time. Only now, he’s locked in tight, unable to move, unable to go anywhere and he fucking cums immediately because it’s just too inviting. You feel him seeping out of you, painting your holes with his sticky cum as he stills there like a good boy. He grunts against your lips, kissing you poorly as his orgasm eats him alive.

He’s milked. Spent.

Eddie collapses on top of you, one leg jutted straight and the other bent as he embraces you close with his whole weight resting on your frame. How can he already miss something he just had? Gaining your strength, you kiss down his shoulder, fingertips swirling over muscle and scar tissue and ink as the smell of him floors you.

It’s so Eddie. Woody, earthy, with a spicy fresh top note reminiscent of oak moss and a hint of gasoline, dry cedar and herbs. It makes you dizzy in the best way possible. He’s drenched in the girlish smell of sex, sweat and salty but you’re eager to taste him anyways.

My good boy, you think.

“Are you okay?” Your voice comes out raspy and winded, almost sickly but Eddie knows it's a good-sick.

“Yes, yeah. I just… need a sec.”

“Hm, don’t take too long, Munson.” Shit. Is this over already? Just like that? “Might get wet again.”

Oh. It’s a joke.

And he laughs, wheezy and exhausted as he irritatedly tugs his own hair out of his mouth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, ma’am.” He leans back on his hinges to properly look at you, your cheeks rubbed red-raw from his teeth and your abused, achy cunt still stuffed full of his prick. “Are you okay?”

“I’m alive.”

“Barely.”

“Barely.” You repeat heartily, shaking your head at him with a look of bewilderment. “S’gonna hurt when you pull out, you know.”

“Are you telling me to stay here forever?”

“If you admit that you like The Cure, then yes…” You bite your lip, drumming your fingers against his wrist. “… I’ll let you stay there forever.”

Forever. You both push down the giddy, cheesy smiles that threaten to spread across your faces.

“Never. Never ever.” Eddie chuckles. When he tenderly and patiently pulls out, a wet rush slowly floods out of you, his fingers frantically plug you shut — his thick, translucent cum dripping from his knuckles as he selfishly fucks his hot spill back into you like the perv he is. “But that can stay there forever.”

A freak, but not in the way Hawkins thinks.

You melt at the feeling, limbs spasming awkwardly as he spreads himself over your pussy distractedly. His eyes are so goddamn soft, kind, attentive — even when he’s pushing some of it into your poor asshole, he’s still the sweetest guy you’ve ever hooked up with.

He kisses your clit before he lovingly hikes your panties up your legs.

Fucker.

“Did I ruin you, sweetheart? Awfully quiet.”

You scoff, shimmying into your shorts and camisole as Eddie tucks himself back into his boxers. “Just wondering how you expect me to climb back into my window after all that.”

“Who said anything about climbing…” He laughs boisterously, leaning over and fixing the strap of your bra. “What do you say I walk you to the porch, ring that bell and introduce myself to mom and pop?”

You stare at him like he’s crazy.

“Absolutely not, Eddie Munson.”

He finds himself liking the suburbs a lot more.

Only this time, he doesn’t imagine himself surrounded by picket fences and golden retrievers, mailboxes with his last name painted in unreadable cursive or having to mow his front lawn at seven in the fucking morning.

Eddie doesn’t need to when Hawkins’ slice of paradise is just next door.

And he gets to taste it every fucking day and night.

So, fuck it. He’ll climb your window so you don’t have to wobble back to your house with his cum dripping down your leg. He’s a gentleman, railing you in the abandoned parking lot of Starcourt because you can’t handle the embarrassment of getting caught by someone at home. He’ll cover your mouth in the shed in your backyard so the neighbors don’t complain about the howling coyotes that have gone loose in the neighborhood.

God forbid they have coyotes, right?

But really, they should be worrying about the devastatingly gorgeous girl next door and her favorite, good boy with a dwindling hatred for The Cure.

Even though, the album is growing on him.

He’ll never admit that, though.

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jude5bellingham · 4 months

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post to story ౨ৎ jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader

summary: when attempting to document a trip to madrid becomes a soft launch.

warnings & notes : reader has something already established with jude, is good friends with jobe, and other people in jude's circle. in my head i imagine that the set of stories are spread out throughout the day or week!! also sorry the plot is so loose 😔

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when did you get here

why didn't you say anything

are you still out?

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yeah

see you in 10

you know where i am bellingham

judebellingham

you're the worst

i'll be there in 5

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ain't no way

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no hello? hi ??

a waving emoji would've been enough too tbh

gioareyna

yeah you don't deserve that rn

don't do anything i wouldn't do

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not exactly sure what that means but

thanks dad

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the dots...

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there are no dots

jobebellingham

if you say so..

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looks an awful lot like my brother

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blehhhhh

jobebellingham

you're the worst

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and you sound just like your brother

jobebellingham

oh! you're definitely the worst!

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no need to tease us

we know who

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teasing is my specialty

camavinga

keep that between you and jude

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who said it was jude 🤨.

camavinga

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your song choice is making it seem like i'm some whore

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...

judebellingham

wow

i see how it is mate

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no need to mate me now

judebellingham

pretty sure you'd like that

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i think that's more than enough out of you jude

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tell me the lad put on a good show at least

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not better than you

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obviously not better than me

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but still

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HELLO??? THEYVE CONNECTED??

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what are you talking about

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THE DOTS

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STOP.

jobebellingham

i knew it...

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my turn now

you're the worst

jobebellingham

🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

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didn't know you were in the stands

why didn't you tell me you wanted to watch

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didn't want you offering me the same seats you give every other girl

or the goal dedication

judebellingham

bit presumptuous of you

who says i would've offered you seats

or dedicated my goal to you

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oh?

you wouldn't have?

judebellingham

of course i would've

would've written your name on my undershirt

blown a kiss and everything

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same treatment every other girl gets?

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judebellingham

there aren't any other girls

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that's not what a certain someone said 🤐

judebellingham

i'm killing jobe

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just kidding

your mother got me that seat

judebellingham

i told her to do it

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yeah sure

good job today brum boy

judebellingham

me when they say good boy 😝

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I DID NOT SAY GOOD BOY

judebellingham

you did now 🤤🤤🤤

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you are SICK.

judebellingham

sooo... see you at 5?

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can i say no?

judebellingham

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🙄🙄🙄 see you at 5 then i guess

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kiss already

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EDUARDO.

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your plausible deniability is running out btw...

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no it's not

innocent until proven guilty actually

jobebellingham

mum said you stayed over

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ON THE COUCH

jobebellingham

WITH JUDE

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you know what

i'm not arguing with you jobe

jobebellingham

cause you would lose

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jobebellingham

why can't you guys just give it up

it's not like you have to tell the world

but you don't have to lie to me

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...

it's cause me and your brother aren't anything jobe

jobebellingham

GIVE IT UP ALREADY

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i'm serious jobe

we haven't talked about it

jobebellingham

so you went all the way to madrid to see a guy who won't ask you out officially

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not just any guy 🙄

he's your brother

ALSO I DID NOT GOT TO MADRID JUST FOR THAT

jobebellingham

he's just another guy if he won't ask you out officially yn

he is my brother but stand up ☝🏻😀

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...

can you stop being real with me jobe what the flip

FINE

i will start the conversation

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1:27 AM

jude

uhhhhh

grrrrrrrrrr

you alright?

AHHHHHHHH

AHHHHH

why are we screaming

jude you know i like you right

i like you too yn

what is happening

jude what are we

oh wow

yn you are ruining it

that came out so horrifically wrong

i'm so sorry

what i meant to say is

i have dinner reservations for 2 at 6pm

and you just spoiled your own surprise

ohh

nice save jude

🙄🙄.

fine

yn you make me really happy

and i hate that i haven't brought this up earlier

would you let me be your boyfriend

weeeeeee

okay now you're ruining it

i'll see you at 6 mate

wow...

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♫ The Daughters of Eve ⠂Hey Lover

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so can you finally admit it was jude

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🙄🙄.

camavinga

have fun tonight 😉😏😏

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EDUARDO CAMVINGA.

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i didn't say anything 🤔🤔

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did he ask you out

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yes...

jobebellingham

are you guys together now

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yes...

jobebellingham

so the dots connected

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yeah...

jobebellingham

go ahead

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you're the best jobe

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did you never see that clip dortmund posted

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which one

gioareyna

who wouldn't you let date your sister

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... i saw it

gioareyna

congrats though

he's yours to deal with now

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i'm sure you could steal him back anytime

gioareyna

let me know if he's too much for you to handle

i'll take him off your hands

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really?

the last story was unnecessary i think

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yeah he's a little odd looking

but he's my boyfriend

judebellingham

...

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speechless?

judebellingham

i have a bad feeling this is just the beginning

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of our relationship 💔💔?

judebellingham

good feeling about that

bad feeling about

your future story posts...

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yeah you're probably right

don't get caught lacking now mate

judebellingham

again with the mate...

can you go back to calling me your odd looking boyfriend

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alright

if that's what you prefer mr. odd looking boyfriend

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wow this is brutal

💌 gioareyna has replied to your story:

oh he is not living this down

💌 camavinga has replied to your story:

poor jude

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give the lad a break

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this is just cruel

and evil

and mean

and

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isn't my boyfriend just the cutest lil guy ever?

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well if you put it that way...

yeah

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great! so it's staying up

i'm gonna add it to my highlights too

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you evil woman...

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 month

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Hi! Could I be ✨Anon? (Im not sure whats been taken already) I've been on a big Batfam kick these past few days and have a v indulgent request if it interests you.

Could I request something for a (gn) civilian reader who is friends w/ the Batfam, but recently got superpowers that are magical girl-esque? Neither of the parties knowing of the others Alter Egos. Here are some of my thought, but write the post however you'd like.

Reader was accidentally caught up in some commotion that involved stealing specialty cargo. One of them being an alien artifact, and reader uses it in desperation to save themselves. But now they have these sparkely, pretty, and showy powers that they never asked for. (And maybe a magical animal companion that insist they bring light and justice to Gotham)

Reader is reluctant to be a vigilante, but keeps finding themselves in situations to help people anyways.(Maybe its a side effect of being a magical girl) They end up fighting alongside the Batfam at some point, but they feel embarrassed to interact w/ them. Reader feels completely out of place with their colorful and over-the-top powers when next to the cool and brooding batfam.

Sorry if this idea is a bit out there, but ty for letting me be indulgent in your ask box 💕!!

NO CAUSE I FEEL THIS DYNAMIC SO MUCH.

I either have the friendliest vibe or the bitchiest vibe and no in between. Meaning that people either come to me for everything or think I’m a snob/will bite-

and sure non! i don’t really keep track of my anons nowadays so people can be whatever as long as it’s not listed in my pinned

BAT X MAGIC ✨

IN ANY CASE

I’m gonna mix Sailor Moon, Miraculous Ladybug and Onimai for my inspo with this ask if you don’t mind

Magical Girl/Boy/Person! Reader is really close friends with Tim and Damian. If there was one thing all three could agree on it’s that they loved superheroes in manga/comics.

And Reader? Boy did they adore the Batfam. There was just something about their dark, brooding aesthetic that they couldn’t get enough of.

So it was a tad bit ironic that they stumbled upon the most “girly”and “bright” power ever known to Gotham.

It didn’t help that your abilities had to be activated with cutely yelling things like “Sparkle Blast!” or “Smile Hurricane!”

I like to headcannon that you have a familiar or Kwami like creature that in exchange of keeping your identity magically hidden, absolutely bullies you by making the one above a requirement.

I headcannon that Damian has the PHATTEST crush on you. Like even moreso than the stalker, otaku Tim. Like he is just head over heels. You’re strong, you’re capable, you’re adorable?? But that mostly extends to just your magic persona rather than your real self. He’s super obvious about it to anyone but you too (similar to the og miraculous ladybug w/ felix instead of chat).

Tim is more interested on who tf you were. Like yes!!! Magical Person Hero!!! You were basically his childhood crushes incarnate!! But his inquisitive mind really needed to know who you were in order to calm himself down.

Jason is honestly a bit overwhelmed by your whole getup, but grows to love you the most in terms of how kind you are and how you help them even in the most dire of situations (not knowing that you were basically forced to)

He’s very much Tuxedo Mask type wherein he’d be very annoying to you when the disguises are off but an absolute Casanova with em on.

You and Dick are the most close when it comes to patrols and fighting. I feel like you, being the big fan you were, would make him look even more flashy and handsome during battle with sparkles and whatnot. I have a feeling he’d be the first to ask you out or fully romance you, as well as be the first to befriend you/contact you as a vigilante.

Bruce is definitely perplexed by how you always evade him in terms of your secret identity. It frustrates him to no end that whenever he gets close to finding out something either gets in his way or his mind just goes blank.

Once you explain how your magical persona works tho he’s pretty quick on the bandwagon, especially since he sees that his boys love you.

Also cause you look way too adorable to really be heinous.

…Right?

Once you break one of your familiar’s rules though, they do share your identity with the bats and well…

All hell breaks loose.

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mykoreanlove · 4 months

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Articulate

Felix loved nothing more than flirting for his dear life. Shy glances, cocky pick up lines and eye-fucking were his specialty.

But lately, he barely got time for that. Work was getting the best of him which he hated, he wanted to have some fun. He needed to have some fun.

So he went on those apps and swiped girls and boys left and right but grew rather bored of them.

They always wanted pictures - portraits of his face, his abs or his dick but Felix was way more than that.

He wanted to speak filthy poetry with his heart-shaped lips.

He almost deleted the app but then you showed up, piquing his interest with your alluring looks.

You were beyond dangerous - a mixture of cute and sexy that could easily steal his soul. Although, he wouldn’t mind.

The conversation got heated quickly, you were just as curious about him.

„When will I see you then?“

Felix sighed annoyed. He loved touring but after countless cities he longed to be home again.

„I guess in May.“

„May? No way. You need to come sooner, mate.“

He chuckled delighted. Mate?

„Oooh, you’re pretty tempting, y/n. If you’re lucky, I can come anywhere for you ;)“

Boy did he wish that would be true.

„Tempting, huh? Was it because I said mate? Did the Aussie in you get turned on by that? :P“

Felix looked down on his hard-on, nodding in agreement.

„Actually, you’re becoming more tempting by the minute. I‘d love to give you an Australian kiss. It’s like a French kiss but you know… down under.“

For a second he worried about you being uncomfortable with his straightforwardness. He watched you type in anticipation while kneading himself.

„Damn, my pussy clenched just reading this. What are you doing to me?“

Felix chuckled in delight. He was about to tell you exactly what he would do to you. He snapped a picture of his erected cock and asked for your Snapchat, like he was taught to do.

„I don’t have Snapchat, sorry. Use your words like a grown up :P“

His eyes widened in surprise. He had been right, you were different.

Delighted he thought about all the things he would do to you while jerking himself off.

It took him forever to answer which made you nervous. You always matched with guys that sent dick pics and such but that never turned you on. You needed a story, you needed to connect.

Finally, you saw him send multiple messages.

„Well.

I loooove giving massages.

I’d start by gently massaging your shoulders.

While I press my chest against your soft back.

And you can feel my breath lightly on your neck.

Giving you goosebumps.

And then I’d massage down your spine.

And rest at your booty, giving it extra care and attention. Kneading, squeezing, leaving many kisses on your cheeks.

Then I’m going back up your back again, resting my hands on your neck.

Next thing you know you’re sitting on my lap.

My chest pushed up against you.

And then I’d start kissing your throat as I massage your arms.

Biting on the thin skin on your throat, marking it as mine.

As I’m doing that my hands are slightly moving up and down your body.

Finally, my hands go underneath your shirt.

I’m clasping your bra open and free you from all unnecessarily clothing.

I’d probably take a break and admire your tits with eyes wide open and a smirk on my lips.

And then I’d start to fondle with your boobs.

Getting all hard again just thinking about you like this.

I would hold your boobs with my full hands but would massage your nipples with my index finger.

Slightly squeezing your buds.

Until my mouth is on you. I’d write praises with my tongue on your nipples, taking my time with each one. And then..

Sucking, licking, devouring your divine tits. I haven’t even met you yet but I’m convinced I’d admire all of you.

Praise all of you.

And then, well…

You wanna know what would come next?“

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thepersonnamedsam · 8 months

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where’d all the time go? - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: a little look back in time and into the future

face claim: heidi berger

warnings: none

note: hiya, i’m back (at least for now)! this was inspired by the song where’d all the time go by dr. dog :)

masterlist / taglist

yninsta

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yninsta where’d all the time go?

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danielricciardo my beautiful baby

danielricciardo look at you, you were always cute

danielricciardo i love you so much

user1 he’s so whipped

user2 we love a whipped man

user3 give him some cream so he can be whipped cream

user4 wow, y/n, you are so pretty

yninsta thank u so much

user5 danny is a lucky man

danielricciardo indeed i am

yninsta aww baby

danielricciardo i am the luckiest with you

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo where’d all the time go? bc she’s my wife now rather than my racing partner…

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user6 omg danny u can’t drop that bomb rn!!!!!!

user6 i was not prepared to go to heaven today

user7 wtf happened?

user8 when did that happens?!;!;!:

user9 in june apparently

yninsta i am so lucky to call u my husband <3

danielricciardo mrs. ricciardo has a nice ring to it

yninsta yea and u gave me a pretty ring

sebastianvettel congrats you two, glad to have been invited!

user10 seb was invited!:‘bejdkdbfjd

user11 he better have been

maxverstappen1 my dream just vanished :(

maxverstappen1 i will never be mrs. ricciardo :(

user12 hahahaha max is too funny

yninsta soz max, can i make it up to u?

maxverstappen1 divorce him?

danielricciardo never.

user12 i cannot believe it, my fav boy got married

user13 yea and we didn’t even know about the engagement

user14 doesn’t matter, they won’t last anyways

user15 anyway(s) - there is no plural of anyway. if u hate do it at least grammatically correct

user16 slay. (and they will last forever)

charles_leclerc congratulations!!! so happy for you

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daniel3.jpg the polaroid camera latifi gifted me finally came to good use, thanks mate

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nicholaslatifi cheers mate

user17 i just know they had the most perfect wedding

user18 i want a man to love me like danny loves y/n… sigh

user19 he there sweetheart :)

user18 ew.

yninsta it was perfect

landonorris had the most perfect time, thank you, you muppets

yninsta we love u lando

danielricciardo ig we do, if wifey does…

yninsta be nice

landonorris yea, be nice and listen to your wife

yninsta and danielricciardo

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yninsta we had the most beautiful time, thank you to you all! lots of love

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yninsta where’d all the time go pt. 2

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user21 SHE GOT PREGNANT? TWICE? WHEN?

user22 that’s why she didn’t show up to the races, omg, she had whole kids!

user23 i hope they were whole…

user24 oop-

user25 he looks so happy

user26 so much better than at mclaren

user25 right?

landonorris when will i get uncle duties again?

yninsta soon

danielricciardo no you will not, they were so hyper last time you had them, idk what you did with them

landonorris they had pavlova, isn’t that a specialty of australia?

user27 it’s kiwi!!!!

landonorris doesn’t matter

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f1 little throwback to @danielricciardo 's bachelor party with the whole grid

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user28 aww how sweet was that

user29 it’s really the whole grid :(

user30 even seb

user31 i think it was sebs last race even

user32 but their children seem at least 4 years old?!;

user33 maybe that’s why they married?

danielricciardo i look so bad :/

user34 nO TAKE THAT BACK

user35 look how happy they all are!

yninsta thank god they don’t have my bachelorette party pics…

f1 🤷🏻‍♀️

yninsta if u dare! i will sue u

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fuctacles · 2 months

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sports au!!!!!

The booth was stuffy and smelled like it’s been forgotten for a decade. But the equipment was new and the glass pane was cleaned up, giving Eddie a clear view of the court.

“Is this a good moment to say I don’t know the rules?”

The coach, and his PE professor, looks one step away from murder.

“Just remember our team is wearing green.”

“Yes sir!”

The man squints at him with clear distrust so Eddie gives him his widest, purest smile.

“Good thing nobody’s listening to the campus radio.”

The joke’s on him; Eddie has garnered a lot of listeners over the past months. Listeners that he might lose after hosting a live sports event.

“Don’t be too weird. I might send you someone to help with the rules so you don’t completely ruin it.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder, his palm so heavy it feels like he’s trying to pin him into the chair, before disappearing behind the door in the back. Seconds later he’s visible walking down the steps to his team.

Eddie looks at his watch. It’s going to be the longest four hours in his academic history.

He turns to the concsole, frowns at the unfamiliar dials and switches and focuses on the ones he knows. Tunes everything to his best ability, takes a breath, and clears his throat before starting the broadcast.

“Hello, students of Indiana University! I know it’s a Friday night and you were hoping for some nice tunes to party to, but prepare your pillows for a nap instead because you’ll be listening to a football match. No, wait, basketball. I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, dunno why you’d listen to a match instead of going to see it, but ya boy needs to pass PE this term so here we are.

And here comes our team! The green ones. It’s greens against blues tonight, folks.”

“Tigers versus Roaches, actually.”

Eddie turns around and sees a tall boy enter his studio.

“First of all, who the fuck names their team Roaches. Second, we have an intruder in the studio.”

The boy extends his hand unfazed.

“I’m Lucas, your interpreter. Since I’m benching for the first half anyway.”

“Booo, I was just going to make up rules as I go. Now you’re gonna make it boring.”

But he shakes his hand anyway and lets Lucas sit on the chair next to him.

“Careful, I’m a dedicated listener. My friends too, you’d probably lose your whole audience.” He smirks. Eddie scoffs.

“I’ll let you know, tiger cub, that many people listen to Munson’s Midnight Metal Madness.”

“I meant the DnD show.”

Eddie looks at the boy, his neat haircut and team jersey.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’d love to talk more about it later, but now let’s introduce my teammates.”

Eddie hands him the microphone to spit out names he’s never heard before and whatever their bearers' positions were. He hopes the coach doesn’t mind it. All Eddie could do was like, comment on their appearance. Which…

“Where did you get that one from? America’s poster boy catalog?”

He watches Lucas’s face twitch with the effort not to laugh.

“That’s Jason Carver. He’s vice-captain now and will take over the team once Steve graduates later this year.”

“Which one’s that?”

“He usually comes out last.”

Eddie asks about the important stuff - the team's average height and where Andy got his haircut. He looks over the group of young men appraisingly.

“You know what, if I knew y’all play in these funky white socks and guns out I might have gotten into sports commentary earlier.”

Lucas chuckles, but Eddie's on a roll.

“Especially with such a great co-host, Lucas Sinclair! He’s not on the court yet but he’s being an invaluable source of lore in the studio. Don’t think I’d forget about you, man.” He nudges the younger student. “What’s your specialty on the team?”

“Well…” Lucas scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’m probably the fastest and my throws are pretty good,” he admits. “Oh, that’s Steve!”

Eddie looks to the right, where a dude with Harrington on his jersey walks in, smiling wide to friends and families watching.

“Damn, that’s some magnificent hair,” Eddie whistles.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what he’s known for. This hairdo lasts through the whole game, dunno how he does it.”

“He’s gotta give me some tips, because I look like a wet rat by the end of the day. And I don’t even do sports.”

“I’m pretty sure you look like a wet rat no matter the time of day.”

The jab was true but even if it wasn’t, Eddie had a more important thing to focus on right now.

“Does your captain have a tattoo?” he asks, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure it was ink that was peeking from the bottom of Steve Harrington’s shorts, but it was so out of place on a college athlete, he needed a triple take and the ‘ask the audience’ lifeline to make sure.

“Yep. The coach says it makes him look like a criminal,” he snorts, showing what he thinks about it. “Steve said he regrets not getting it somewhere more visible so more people could see tattoos are not for criminals and rockstars only.”

“Your captain is a smart guy,” Eddie grins, almost sighing into it, to his utter horror. Just a glimpse of a hot guy from afar, a peek of a tattoo, and hearing of his liberal views was apparently enough to make his heart beat faster.

“The best I ever knew,” Lucas admits and it sounds like a Story, capital “s” and all. His next words confirm that. “Our friend group is planning matching tattoos and we are still talking him out of getting it above the neckline.”

Eddie barks out a laugh.

“Sounds like a savage. I gotta meet your captain sometime soon.”

It’s at this point they notice the coach gesturing at them angrily and they get back to commenting on the game that’s about to start.

“Okay, so explain to me which laundry basket is ours…”

“Okay okay okay. So number four is a tank, yeah? He blocks the other players. Six is a rogue, who slips between the cracks. And number one, your captain, is a warrior who goes for the attack.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s like LARPing for normies,” Eddie realizes in awe and Lucas laughs so unexpectedly he starts to cough.

“Sinclair! You’re in!”

They both jump at the sudden appearance of the coach. Lucas springs up from his seat.

“Yes sir!”

“It was a pleasure to host with you.” Eddie smiles at his new friend.

“You too. Catch you after the game?”

“Sure.” He smiles brightly, his head already swimming with ideas of how to fuck over Lucas’ future DnD character. Because playing together was inevitable, the dice were thrown, and the plot was in motion.

Lucas passes by the coach who now turns his attention to Eddie.

“You’re doing good, don’t ruin it.” He looks in pain admitting that. “I might send someone else to help you out.”

“Thanks, coach.” Though Eddie doubts he’d be vibing so well with anyone else on the team.

Just five minutes later though, he’s proven wrong.

“Heard you’ve been curious about my tattoo?”

Eddie's so startled he knocks the microphone down and yanks out the cord in his haste to turn around.

“Captain!” he yells like a dumbass, faced with the hair and boyishness of no one else but Steve Harrington.

“Radio-man!” Steve yells back with a wide and teasing smile. “I’ve heard so much about you, man, you have no idea.” He steps closer. “My kids love your show.”

“Your kids?”

“My, uh, younger friends. I used to babysit them and it kinda stuck,” he admits with an awkward smile. Steve is nothing like the typical jock he’s come to expect and he’s everything Lucas advertised.

“That’s adorable, man.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. He honest to god pouts.

“Not laughing!” Eddie raises his hands placatingly. “There’s nothing bad with a family-tight friend group.”

“Damn straight.” Steve smiles and sits on the chair vacated by Lucas. He eyes the microphone lying prone on the desk. “Technical difficulties?”

Eddie rushes to fix his equipment.

“You could say so,” he murmurs, trying to busy himself with the tangled cord. But a hand stops him before he can plug it in.

“We’re off the air now, right?”

Eddie looks over the control lights on the console.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You have beautiful eyes.”

“What?”

When Eddie woke up today, he knew his day would be weird. No day spent in a sports facility could be normal or pleasant. It was confirmed when he made a new friend with a member of the team, who was a listener of his DnD podcast. But the team captain hitting on him? That’s not your regular weird, that’s a bad strain of weed kind of weird.

“Lucas sent me over claiming a guy my type might be hiding here.”

It takes everything from Eddie not to take a look around. Logically, he knows there’s no one else in the booth. But his brain refuses to connect the dots. He licks his lips and cringes at the wet noise his mouth makes.

“What’s your type?”

Steve tilts his head and hums like he’s in thought.

“Weird, smartass nerd, as it turns out. With big brown eyes and great hair.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Steve only smiles at him, soft before it turns teasing.

“Wanna see my tattoo up close?” he offers.

“Gosh, yes,” he admits with zero shame, eyes flitting down to the man’s legs. Was he curious about what type of tattoo a gorgeous sport-type guy would get? Yes. Did he want to ogle some hairy thighs? Also yes. It’s a two-in-one kind of deal.

The coach waves at them angrily to get back on the air, but Steve promises to tell him everything about S.S. Robin after the game. And no, Robin is just his best friend, Eddie doesn’t need to worry about her.

“In fact, wanna be my date to the after-party later? The kids will freak out when they meet you.”

How could Eddie say no to his fans' worship?

And to Steve’s hopeful eyes and the slight squeeze he gave his hand.

“Mingling with jocks in my free time?” Eddie turns his palm up to squeeze back. “Sure, let’s make this day even weirder.”

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #mine #ff #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #st #request #one shot #college au #sports au #radio host eddie #ive had this idea for months and it finally got an outlet #steddie fic

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Heeeey!! I love your posts very much and it is my first request, sooo… sorry if I do something wrong! ❤️

Can you please write about tft141 men and partner with vaginismus? I read about it only ones and I so love the idea. thank you in advance! ❤️

Hi anon! So sorry it took so long to get to this ask. I have a lot in my inbox to clear.

I think the 141 boys would be super sweet about it tbh. They'd definitely find other ways to pleasure you if penetrative sex hurts too much.

warnings: afab! fem reader, vaginismus, oral sex f! receiving, thigh fucking

Johnny I think would be the most creative tbh when it comes to his partner having vaginismus. He doesn't want to hurt you, so he'd be more than happy to find other ways to have fun with you. He'd definitely love to thigh fuck you, rubbing his cock against your bare pussy, hitting your clit perfectly. Thigh fucking would be his favorite way to get the both of you off. It's a win win. He gets to fuck your thighs and cum all over them, and you get to cum from his thick cock rubbing against your clit. He'd love thigh fucking you in doggy, or from behind against a wall. It's just so fucking hot to him. He loves your thighs and would love seeing you in cute thigh highs or garters all bent over for him so he can pound into the soft, tight squeeze of your thighs.

"Fuck bonnie keep 'em just like that. Look at how wet your thighs are fuck. Little cunny makin' a mess of 'em hm? Can slide right in. Cute fuckin' thighs squeezin' me so good."

Gaz wouldn't mind fucking your thighs either. He loves it too. He would like when you fuck him with your thighs just as much though, rocking your hips back and forth on him until he shoots his cum all over you. And don't even get him started on tit fucking my god. That makes him lose his mind. But his favorite would be pussy jobs from you. Rubbing his cock back and forth against your slit with your legs spread apart for him makes the two of you cum so hard from how hot it is.

"Yeah sweetheart that's it. Feel good sliding against that little clit hm?"

Price's specialty is eating you out. He locks his hands in place over your hips to keep your hips from bucking up as he tongue fucks your clit. He looks up at you with his soft eyes and his beard tickles the soft skin of your inner thighs so nicely that you can't help but squirm. Every chance he gets his mouth is on your pussy clothed or not. You'll be fresh out of the shower, just put on a t shirt and some panties and as you bend over to pick up your towel he's on his knees burying his face in your pussy from behind, gripping your thighs so you don't move. Your front falls onto the bed and he takes the opportunity to spread your legs more.

"C'mon darling open these pretty legs for me. Lemme lick this cute little pussy." He says with his face pressed into you, words muffled in your covered mound and thighs and you open your legs a little more for him. He licks you through your thin cotton panties not even bothering to move them out the way and he makes you cum so hard from his tongue licking and sucking over that perfect spot through your panties you need to change them again.

Simon loves to rub your clit with his fingers. He loves seeing how tiny your clit is compared to them. He thinks it's just so cute. On long road trips he's slipping a hand into your panties and rubbing your clit until you squirt in your pants for him. Or as you're watching TV together, and he sits you on his lap or between his thighs so he can play with your clit and tease your nipples. He loves eating you out too. You could be sitting at the dining room table on your laptop or something and he'd slide under the table to throw your legs over his shoulders. Then he's eating you out, pushing your shorts and panties to the side so he can see your little twitching clit he loves so much. He'd pinch it with his knuckles, moving it side to side which brings you over the edge cumming all over his hand.

"Fuck lovie you're fucking throbbing for me. Such a cute little pussy. That's right cum for me baby."

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yyawnjun · 10 months

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KISSES w enhypen!hyungline

a.n. hi guys, this is my first time writing for these pretty boys, i hope in time to get the hang of it.

Let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

!! fluff !!

[ HEESEUNG - 희승 ]

Heeseung loves kissing you on the head and forehead. However, when you kiss him and your forehead touches his, his heart beats extremely fast.

He never kisses too quickly; instead, he prefers kisses with leisurely, relaxing movements. When he slowly comes to you with THE look - his flirty stare - you recognize that he is about to kiss you. Then he places his hand on your cheek, moves his head to the side, closes his charming eyes, and kisses you. His kisses are most often characterized by slow, passionate, and sometimes awkward movements. Oh God, how he loves kissing you. It's as if in that moment it's not just your mouths or your bodies kissing, it's as if your hearts join in one beat and your souls dance together. He loves most of all the moment when, after the kiss, your foreheads touch; it is as if that made each kiss a little longer and allowed him to stay for a few more moments in that beautiful world with you. Sometimes you two do not have time for his ideal make-out session, but for him, it is enough for your lips and forehead to touchnassckm

[ JAKE - 제이크 ]

Keeping his eyes half-closed after kissing. I think Jake's kisses are especially passionate, full of pathos, and instinctive.

Your lips don't part for a split second and so do your bodies, his hands clinging to your waist and yours to his neck. holding you together. The attraction seems almost surreal when it is nothing more than instinctive. It is natural for you to stay for a short while longer with your eyes closed at the conclusion because you are tired. All to make that moment infinite. His scent also remained with you, and you continued to taste his lips for some time after that. Since closing your eyes makes all of your other senses more active, you were unconsciously doing it to partially maintain the state of mind in which you were when you kissed Jake. He, on the other hand, opened his eyes right away to take advantage of the brief period while you kept your eyes closed. Your breathing was almost imperceptible as if you were trying to hold it in, and your body was still moving carefully after the make-out session. Although he thought you were gorgeous all the time, in those circumstances you believed his eyes sparkled and his smile was sweeter and more comforting than ever.

[ JAY - 제이 ]

SPIDERMAN KISS. okok now imma be fr. He likes kisses not too common(?) but still extremely attractive. For example just a little below the ear, on the jaw, on the temple, ON THE SIDE OF THE MOUTH, on the tip of the nose….

He loves to start at your lips and then move to his favorite places - nothing perverted. I feel that all his movements are faster and more impatient than those of the previous two boys. Even though he is not yet so used to kissing you in public he LOVES kisses on the cheeks to greet you as soon as you see each other!!! I can't even explain it, I think it's a habit he started by accident, as a joke, once, and now he does it every time you see each other. No matter who you are with or where he does it. Strictly the right cheek first and then the left cheek. Short, rapid, quick kisses that still make butterflies appear in your stomach are absolutely this guy's specialty<3

[ SUNGHOON - 성훈 ]

I think he is the kind of person who stays for at least 30 minutes staring at your lips before he comes to kiss you - actually waiting for you to realize that he wants to kiss you and for you to be the one to make the first move.

Ik I am not the only one who finds it extremely attractive when the person you like watches very carefully the movements of your lips when u talk. At that moment it is as if his hearing shuts down, and all concentration shifts to the sight. He is frozen in place, staring at you, and can only turn his head to nod in agreement with what you are saying. When you notice it there are two possibilities. You kiss him first and istg that he smiles so hard in those kisses. Or, if you keep teasing him, he will be the one who shushes you with a kiss. dw then he will ask you to talk to him again because he is interested in what you were talking about. I think he is also the kind of person who finds light, gentle bites on your lips extremely attractive. and vice versa, he loves it madly when you nibble on his...

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cozmiccass · 8 months

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ʀᴜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ : sᴍᴜᴛ ☠︎ ᴀɴɢsᴛ ✩

ᴀғᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ "ᴀ ғᴇᴡ" ᴅʀɪɴᴋs. ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀɪᴊᴜᴀɴᴀ ᴜsᴇ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜs, sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ(ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ, ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, sᴜʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, (ɴᴏᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ)ᴍᴇᴀɴ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.1ᴋ

ᴄʀᴏss ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ : ᴄᴏᴢᴍɪᴄᴄᴀss

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YOU WERE HOME ALONE when the guy you've grown to love showed up at your door reeking of booze and pot. leave it to eddie munson to still look hot as fuck when he's drunk off his ass. his curly hair was sticking to his forehead, no doubt from the performance he just put on at the hideout.

"hey, babyyyy," he exclaimed as you opened your front door, he was leaned against the doorway with a wide smile on his rosey face. his sweet button nose the reddest of all and you just wanted to kiss it(even if you were slightly annoyed).

"hi, eddie," a less than amused tone came from your pouty pink lips as you crossed your arms. you knew he was a grown man, but you worried about him all the same.

"awe, sweetheart, please don't be mad at me..." his bottom lip stuck out with intent. eddie kicked his shoes off like he did every other time he came and sauntered towards you and you couldn't help but feel a little timid, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

you began to walk backwards, careful not to topple over any furniture. "i'm not mad, i just worry about you, dickhead."

eddie looked at you sadly but also with a slight glint of mischief in his eyes and let his fingers graze your jaw momentarily, "you wound me, princess" then, his right hand went to his chest while the other found his forehead dramatically. the silly boy stumbled onto your couch with a solid FLOP! nearly hitting his head on your side table.

"i wound you, huh? i'm the one that has to take care of your dumb ass when you get like this. nearly every weekend, i might add," your eyes rolled at him as you sat between his legs, one up on the couch and the other lazily draped off the cushion. you couldn't believe him, you loved him; you would never do anything to hurt him. truthfully, you'd do just about anything for him.

"i wouldn't want anyone else to, ya' know," suddenly serious chocolate eyes bored into yours before a wide grin appeared across his pretty features. "i may be drunk, but i'm not stupid, well, i am, but you get it!"

"you're not stupid, eddie." one of your hands found his thigh and you squeezed lovingly, earning a little jump from the metal head. "let me get you some water, okay?"

you walked the short distance to the kitchen, noticing that eddie was staring ass. a smirk played upon your lips, "what was that?" eddie wasn't the only ornery one around here and flirting with him was one of your specialties. it always surprised him when you made the first move.

"hmm?" he quickly decided to play dumb, rubbing his eyes and trying to pull off a horridly fake yawn that ended up turning into a real one.

"you got caught, eddie, no need to lie to me." you laughed lightly, "i know my ass looks great in these shorts."

"yeah, no kidding, 'ts like you knew i was coming over here or something." it was hardly loud enough for you to hear, but boy did you hear it.

and you definitely did wear them for him. every saturday night he would play at the hideout, he would come to you, drunk as a skunk, and you would make sure he didn't have a hangover the next morning, or at least baby the hangover that was to come. so yes, you wore the smallest shorts and the most see-through top you owned.

all for eddie.

"and if i did?" you found your way back to the sofa and kneeled next to him on the floor. you looked up at him through heavy lashes. your mind was screaming, retreat, retreat! but you stayed. you didn't know where the sudden courage had come from, but there you were, so close...

"well then that would be fuckin' awesome, sweetheart," a goofy grin appeared once again; he was still decently drunk. his ring-clad hand covered his blushing face, "but you're wayyyy too pretty to do that for lil' ole' me!"

"that's not true, now drink your water," eddie sat up on his elbows before you handed him the cup. you watched him take gulp after satisfying gulp, adam's apple bobbing, and some droplets coming from the side of his mouth. you wanted to lick them up desperately.

he let out a refreshed "ahh" before handing the cup back to you with another cheesy smile. you accepted it back and got some more for him, but only this time came back with some tylenol and crackers. this was practically a ritual by now.

you enjoyed that eddie came to you every weekend. it gave you a certain satisfaction knowing he wasn't going home with anyone else.

"you're too good to me, sweetheart. what did i do to deserve you?" he sat up fully before taking the items out of your hand graciously and downing the medicine before looking at you with soft eyes. an emotion you couldn't read was displayed within those chocolate irises. "seriously. no one has a better best friend than me."

the words stung, but eddie was a free soul. you didn't ever want to stop him from being who he was, so you never told him how you felt. little did you know, he felt the same way about you.

"best friends forever, right?" a bruised tone left your lips and eddie picked up on it instantly. you could hide nothing from that boy nor did you necessarily try to in that moment.

"hey, what's that for?" he strummed your bottom lip sweetly as he frowned.

you brushed him off with a half laugh that wasn't nearly believable enough and he was forced to pry it out of you. "if you don't tell me, i'll have to make you tell me," he playfully threatened, but it only added to your ever growing frustration. a heat rising in your belly and headed straight to your warm gushy canter.

the way he spoke, how his hair fell somehow perfectly and so messily at the same time, the light freckles that sprinkled his pink cheeks and nose; it was all too much for you to handle. too much for you to pretend to not be obsessed over.

"if i tell you something you don't know about me, you have to tell me what's going on in that pretty, brooding brain of yours, mmkay?" he tapped your forehead and then your nose, finally making you crack a real smile. "or i can just tickle it out of you and we all know you just love that."

the way eddie could make light of any situation would always be something you loved so dearly about him.

"i'm so not brooding, but fine," you huffed like the complete brat you are. "it better be a good secret then."

"oh, it is, but you have to swear you won't be weird after." the flirty smile he gave you made your heart do a thousand flips. he'd probably just tell you he jacks off to farrah fawcett or something.

eddie, already feeling a little more sober, readjusted himself on the couch, " okay, so," he clapped his hands together dramatically, "when we were both seniors... i had, like, a massivecrushonyou. okay! now you!" the words came out as one, hoping you would just not understand him somehow. it failed royally.

but it was true, he'd had a crush on you since your senior year/his second senior year. you had always been so kind to him and never made him feel less than you in any way. it was refreshing and he only wished he had gotten to know you sooner.

it wasn't until you turned twenty-one and him twenty-two that you became more closely acquainted. you and your other friends would go to the hideout on the weekends just to watch eddie play in his band. you thought they were the coolest and you were peer pressured into talking to him by robin buckley. she would always claim that you were "oogling him." you definitely were, but you'd deny it til you were blue in the face.

you got a little bit older and decided you would much rather stay home than party, but eddie had a reputation to uphold and a stage to rock. of course, that didn't stop him from visiting when he could, ie., that night and every other saturday. it was like a bootycall, but less sex. much less sex.

you were happy to take whatever he gave you though.

stolen not-so-secret glances, light touches that felt like flames dancing on your skin, harmless kisses on the cheek when you said your goodbyes and hellos. you could've been happy with the little things forever...

until that fateful night, that is. the way he was sat there, sappy eyes practically begging you to make the first move.

but still, your running mind hadn't entirely processed what he just said, so you were a little dumbfounded. "you what?!"

"yeah, yeah, you were pretty and nice to me and i thought you were cool as hell, so whatever. it's cool. your turn." he tried brushing it off so quickly that it made you wonder if he maybe still had that crush... but no way.

"you liked me?" the blush formed quicker and much hotter than you anticipated and eddie saw. not to mention the wetness that was forming between your thighs as you tried not to be too obvious about rubbing them together.

"well, how could i not?" his thumb softly stroked your chin and your heart was beating out of your chest. "you're a catch, princess."

the sly smirk eddie gave you made you certain he knew the effect he had on you. eddie got shamelessly flirty with you when he drank which was a very big reason you kept allowing him to come over like this. that night felt so different though.

he leaned forward so his lips came dangerously close to you, "now, it's your turn, tell me what's got you so grumpy, baby."

eddie started to pull away, but the eye contact had engulfed you so intensely that you didn't even realize that you had reached for his face.

there was no going back now.

with a sudden surge of confidence, you caressed his cheek, "i don't just want to be your best friend, eddie." just as quickly, your lip quivered in anticipation of the rejection you felt you were going to receive.

eddie's eyes flicked to your mouth as he gently grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth before he kissed it, "then what do you want to be?"

"i want to be everything," your breath staggered and your faces were so close.

"do you know how fucking long i've waited for you to say that?" his eyes screamed of hunger and lust.

"so do something about it,"

it was almost embarrassing how quickly you were ripped into the metal head's lap, but at that point you couldn't give a fuck less.

your legs were on either side of him while his hands gripped onto your love-handles. your cunt throbbed at the way his dick was pressing against you, only a few layers between you. the need to kiss him was almost unbearable, but passing that threshold meant changing everything forever. but who were you kidding? everything was already changed forever.

luckily, eddie didn't seem to mind as much as you did as he crashed his lips into yours; the movement was that of an ocean, not rough, but also not quite calm either. the taste of tobacco and beer, but so much more delicious and just as addictive. you felt as though your purpose in life was to kiss this man, to feel his tongue dance with yours, to mold your lips to his plump ones.

eddie's grasp on your hips went from secure to deadly as he made your clothed clit drag along his very prominent hard-on. the back and forth was delectable, but you could see him growing more and more impatient.

being on top didn't last long for you when he swiped you at the back of your knees and landing rather roughly onto your back. one of his silver-clad hands traveled heavily down your body and back up to your lips. he put his thumb at the edge of your mouth, "you're so fucking pretty, you know that? i don't know what you're doing with me."

instead of trying to reassure him with words, you took his thick thumb in your mouth and sucked, flicking your tongue around and around. neither of you dropped eye contact and you don't think you'd ever been so turned on in your life.

eddie let out a shaky breath, "fuck..."

he slowly dragged his thumb to strum your bottom lip and moved his hand to your throat and you basked in it. "you really want this, baby?"

all it took from you was a nod and eddie was ready to go. a split second and he was practically mauling your neck, but it wasn't sloppy. the kisses were deliberate and placed with the utmost care, hot and wet. his breath made you shiver as you brought your hands to his back making scratches through his hellfire shirt. you were practically begging for him to take it off, but it wasn't good enough. he needed words.

"what do you need, sweetheart. tell me and i'll give it to you," the devil was in his eyes at this point, they went from that beautiful dark brown that reminded you of hershey syrup to obsidian.

"i need this off," you huffed. "now, please!"

eddie laughed, throwing his head back, his brunette curls bouncing with him. he obliged, though, with no objections whatsoever. in one swift movement you could see his perfectly pale skin, scattered freckles and beauty marks, his do it yourself tattoos that you loved so much, and even a few scars that you weren't sure how they got there. you made a mental note to find out later.

"take a picture, sweetheart. it'll last longer." eddie smirked and you bit your lip. your nails scraped down his now bare chest and he hissed.

you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close and whispered, "i want you to touch me, eddie, please."

"how can i say no when you asked so nicely?"

eddie slid down your body painfully slow, stopping at the hem of your tiny shirt. he pulled up, giving you time to protest, but you wouldn't dream of telling him no.

why would you? you felt like you've been waiting your whole life for this moment. this had been a fantasy that you never thought would be made a reality. eddie was the forbidden fruit and you were eve.

he slid your shirt carefully off of you and stared in awe.

"take a picture, sweetheart. it'll last longer," you mocked.

"i'd like to see you mock me after this,"

eddie started at your neck again, leaving bruises with his mouth, trailing to your breasts. he sucked your left nipple in his mouth, teasing you with that talented tongue of his, all while palming your other tit. he made sure to give the same attention to the right.

he made sure to make you squirm as he licked all the way down past your navel. his teeth scraped against your hip bone causing you to squeal.

eddie's head rested between your thighs, so very eager to please. the view from above was heavenly; big glossy button eyes staring up at you like you were the most beautiful, longed for being on earth, an angel sent down just for him to devour.

and devour he did.

he placed hot kisses to both thighs, getting closer and closer to your core with each one.

he wasted no time in stripping you of your underwear before taking that long tongue down the middle of your sopping cunt. the sensation was surreal. you knew you'd been deprived, but one touch had you uncoiling so quickly that it was embarrassing. eddie took it as a win.

your clit was first on his hit list, making sure to learn your body as quickly as he could. he saw which angles contoured your face in pleasure, perfect o's forming on that pretty mouth of yours.

with your fingers tangled in his hair, the tingling feeling built up until you felt that dam in you about to break, "fuck, eddie, i'm-i'm coming."

and just like that, he stopped.

"what the fuck?" you whined.

"do you trust me?" eddie smirked.

"hardly,"

"this is going to feel so good, i promise." and for some reason, you believed him.

he took his two most middle fingers through the slick of your pussy and put them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. "how did i know you were going to taste like fucking peaches? such a perfect girl."

his same fingers then plunged into your core, moving at an unforgiving pace. they were curling in the most perfect way, hitting your g-spot every. single. time. the moans you were letting out were near pornographic. mewling, squeaking, sighing. and you felt like you were going to piss yourself.

"you feel that, sweetheart? that's it, keep chasing that." he encouraged you until you finally felt that white hot release. liquids gushed from between your thighs, covering eddie in you. you felt like you could pass out from the intensity as you shook. your brain was empty, no words could be formed.

"awe, poor thing, never squirted, have you?" you stared up at the ceiling, completely dumbfounded. when he got no response he chuckled. "i'll take that as a no."

you smiled weakly and covered your face. you'd never came so hard in your life and odds were that more was yet to come(cum).

"well, baby, i'm just getting started, c'mere." he grabbed your waist harshly, pulling you into his face and dug right in again, thus came your second orgasm of the night.

"wanna take care of you too, eddie..." your bottom lip stuck out, exhausted from overstimulation but so ready and willing to please eddie.

"it would be rude of me to decline such a pretty girl, wouldn't it? show me what that mouth does besides talk shit." eddie pulls you up by the nape of your hair and onto your knees on the couch as he stands in front of you. he unbuckles his belt effortlessly and drops his pants and boxers revealing a very pretty cock coming up to slap his stomach.

you couldn't help but gawk. it was nine inches, easy, just the right girth, veiny and such a pretty pink. good enough to fucking eat.

through heavy eyelashes, you look up at him and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick. you give the slit on his swollen head a kitten lick causing him to jolt and moan so quietly, but it still made your thighs clench together.

before you even think about giving anymore attention to his dick, you take his balls in your mouth and suck. eddie takes in a sharp breath, "are you even fucking real, holy fuck."

he groans as your swirl your tongue around being sure to make him feel just as good as he made you.

you replace your mouth with your hand, spitting on it before palming his balls and taking the head of his weeping cock in your willing mouth again. only this time you don't stop there. spits spills off your tongue, making sure to be sloppy. your eyes met eddie's that were already boring into you before you take most of his length into your mouth, almost choking on it.

"fuck, you're so good at that." his ring clad hand finds its way to your hair again and pulls. hard. eddie shoves you back down, his head hitting the back of your throat making you gag. you press your thumbnail into your palm as he face fucks you. tears were streaming down your face.

when he finally pulls you off of him, you're a slobbering mess. your mascara that you had put on just before eddie got there was rubbed into your skin and made you look like a raccoon, but he thought you'd never looked so beautiful. to have you under him with his dick in your mouth, spit running down your chin, shining in the dim light of your living room. he could get used to having you like that.

"my turn." he said and scooped you up to take you to your bedroom. this made your heart fucking pound out of your naked chest. oral was one thing, but actual sex was another; a line that would change everything for the rest of time. you were fooling yourself though. things were already never going to be the same. you both knew that and eddie couldn't have been happier about it.

it felt so right for both of you, like you were finally letting go of all of the worries and doubts you ever had and just leaned into one another.

your metal head kicked the already slightly cracked door open all the way in a truly eddie fashion that made you giggle. he tossed you lightly on the bed and kissed up your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the bed. your legs were hiked up on his chest, spread wide open for him as he spit onto your clit and rubbed it with his thumb. you jerked from the contact on your already sensitive bud.

"you ready, pretty girl?" he smirked and you nodded sheepishly.

eddie lined the head of his dick to your hot center, but not before giving it a gentle slap, and slid in gently. you both moaned as he slid back out and plunged back in harsher. your tits bounced with each thrust he made, his balls slapping against your ass. you were addicted, that much was for sure. you needed eddie's dick every day for the rest of your life.

the sloshing noise your cunt made with each impetus made eddie groan, "so tight, baby. fuck, i can't hold out much longer. you feel too fucking good."

eddie suddenly takes his cock out and flips you over the edge of your bed, ass perfectly aligned to his waist. he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pushed himself back into you.

the thrusts started out slow, but he knew it was for naught. it wasn't long before his hips were stuttering, "where do y—"

"inside me, eddie. please. been wanting you so bad for so long," you whined, pressing yourself into him. you needed to feel him fill you up to the brim.

"oh, shit!" one final, exasperated pump and he was spilling his warm cum into you and you came with him: a truly ethereal experience. eddie let go of your hair and leaned over you, beaming from ear to ear; post-nut euphoria.

his hands rubbed along your sides sweetly, a contrast to how he was handling you seconds ago. humming in your ear. kissing your shoulder. you definitely felt like you were dreaming.

"you're just so fucking pretty," eddie cooed. you looked over at him shyly about to cover your face with your shaking hands. "don't hide from me, sweetheart."

"i just never thought you felt the same way." you pouted.

"and how do you feel, doll?" long fingers reached to move your hair from your face.

you thought carefully before you said your next words, face completely red with vulnerability, "i feel like i don't wanna do anything like that with anyone else ever again." your eyes shifted from his intense eyes to his chest.

eddie grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in those big, beautiful, now full of passion and love, eyes. his hand cradled your face and lips met yours once more, only much softer.

"and you'll never have to if i have anything to do with it."

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ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ 🩷

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towards-toramunda · 8 months

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Thinking about more iconic lines from the show over the years instead of going to bed and created a list that is far too long:

- What’s my mother’s name?

- My best. Finally.

- I have so many flowers to bring to her.

- You were not born with venom in your veins. You learned it. You learned it.

- Don’t get on my ass about it! All I heard is that its pretty easy to do here thats all I took from what you said. (Bonus: its for the god of arts and crafts)

- At dawn, we plan.

- Doo doot doo doo doot doooo donuts!

- What matters more, the dream or the dreamer?

- Sleep well with your bad decisions.

- Nothing happens for a reason. It’s absolute fucking chaos.

- Patience is fine, but it can curdle into apathy.

- I’ve met the devil, thats not him.

- You never take copper. That's just kicking someone while they're down. You take silver if they're an asshole, and you take gold regardless.

- Time is one of my specialties.

- It’s entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are.

- How lucky I am to have had all of you. How lucky indeed.

- I smell like a crayon.

- I could tell by the bone structure and the contempt.

- I think I can punch ghosts now.

- Big moon, little moon.

- Pop, pop!

- I need chaos. I have faith in chaos.

- Molly said not to steal from happy people.

- I am going to tell you the story of how I murdered my mother and father.

- Smiley day to ya!

- I killed my family, I’ll throw you under a bridge.

- We’re on the moon bitch.

- She throws it. I shoot it. It explodes! NO STRUCTURAL DAMAGE! (FLUFFERNUTTER)

- I am all for faith, and I'm not going to pick a god. They can pick me. It'll be the first one that actually praises me and then maybe I'll fucking answer. I'll wait. They can fucking beg. And I will listen, which is more than they ever fucking did.

- I would like to RAGE!

- The worst thing that has happened to me has already happened.

- We're running; it's bad.

- You can reply to this message.

- Dagger, dagger, dagger.

- Opinions are like opera. Sure, you can listen to them, but why would you, really?

- There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart.

- I would like to live long enough to be someone else.

- Help, its again.

- Whoever it was, just put it back. I think they've earned it. Put it back.

- I’m fun scary.

- Sorry, babe. Gotta handle these ninjas.

- I’m the cleric? I’ve never traveled with a bunch of people I thought would die in front of me.

- He thinks I’m gonna go into the water for some fucking buttons.

- You are, at the moment, the luckiest person in Whitestone. Do you know why? Because you’re at the bottom of my list.

- You need me more than I need you.

- I protect him. He’s my boy. And I keep him safe.

- I made the earth remember him.

- Come correct or get corrected.

- Do not go far from me.

- Are you worth saving?

- How do I want to do this?

- Heaven to some, and hell to others.

- Fix him!

- Why do we tell stories?

- Do you spice?

- Listen you fucking jungle! I'm a paladin of the Wildmother. You're going to move or we're going to bust you wide open! We'll wreck this place. Don't make me fucking tell you twice!

- I am your god, long may I rein, eat of my fruits.

- Anybody can make lights. Anybody could send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.

- Would you like to talk before or after?

- What the fuck is up with that?

- To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you! And I'm beneath nobody.

- The one eyed monster slayed my pussy.

- Time is a weird soup.

- I’m killing someone. Hold, please.

- Gold is a resource by which mortaldom climbs.

- Why are you so mean to me?

- Yours is the face I saw when murder entered my heart.

- This one time I saw a bug carrying a piece of bread that was like five times its size and he was carrying upstairs, like up and then he would turn, and then up, and then he would turn.

- I live as long as Whitestone lives.

- Vox Machina! Fuck shit up!

- I’m not disappointed, I’m just angry.

- Someone prayed for a miracle and there you were.

- We don't leave people behind. That's just the rule. You do not leave people the fuck behind.

- Call me child one more goddamned time!

- Finish it, Champion.

- I am of the Empire. But I am no friend to the Empire.

- I think it has been a long time since anyone has pointed out to you that you're a fool. Pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential. It's love that saves them. And you would know that but you have none around you. You said so yourself, you surround yourself with lies and deceptions. And I wish for you, in the future, to find someone to mourn you when you are gone.

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #cr2 #the mighty nein #cr1 #vox machina #there are so many good ones #by all means reblog with more keep them coming #my god taliesin has so many good ones they’re insane

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felixsramen · 2 months

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Three of a kind

Pairing: Minsung x Chan x Reader

Summary: After getting tipsy with your boyfriend and his friends, you and Jisung have a moment but Chan and Minho catch you, you can't help but realize you may have gotten something you wanted all along.

Warnings: MxM, FxM, Jisung is a sub, Reader is a switch, Chan is a Dom, Minho is a switch. Degradation, Praising, Oral sex giving and receiving, fingering, pet names, anal because mxm,

Note: Honestly I did not expect it to be this long. It got out of hand tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. I know I took forever to get this out but have been up all day finishing it.

Another day, another party. Parties were never your thing, much less people. A party full of people that you don't know made you extremely anxious. Being here wasn't high on your list of things you'd want to be doing, yet when you feel the hand on your lower back, you can't help but take a deep breath. Your boyfriend looks at you, giving you a smile, trying to help calm your nerves. The party was hosted by your boyfriend's business.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Chan asks, feeling you tense even under his touch. You nod to him, and he holds a pout on his face. "Please don't lie, love. I can tell when you lie," Chan tells you, and you let out a sigh.

"Do you want to go home yet?" Chan whispers softly to you. You feel guilty for him even asking you. You nod your head, and Chan nods. "We won't stay much longer," Chan says, kissing your head and moving his hand from your waist. Instead, his hand opens for you to take, and you smile at him.

A beep comes from Chan's back pocket, and he digs his hand into his back pocket. He reads the text, smiling. Chan puts the phone away once again after sending a text back. "Min and Ji are here. Do you want to talk to them for a bit?" Chan smiles at you, and you smile back at him.

"Yeah," you say softly, and he takes your hand in his, never dropping his smile. Minho and Jisung were your friends that you had met through your boyfriend. They pretty much know as much about you as your boyfriend does. They were both single, surprisingly, and you couldn't help but wonder why. There was no way it was their looks. They looked as if they were handcrafted by the gods. They had great personalities. You just didn't see anything wrong with them.

You go through the crowd of people, following your boyfriend's lead. Finally, your eyes land on the pair who is talking amongst themselves. Chan smiles as they look in your direction. You sigh softly, at least the familiar faces help calm your nerves. Jisung's face lights up, while Minho gives you a nod while glancing over your body.

"You look like a goddess," Jisung says, leaning in and grabbing your hand to kiss. Jisung was always the flirty one out of the two of them.

"Ji, just remember she's my girlfriend, so don't go trying to sweep her off her feet," Chan says, staring at the brown-haired boy with a joking smile.

Jisung lets out a small laugh at his words. "That's my specialty, Chan," Jisung jokes to him. Chan wasn't the jealous type when it came to the two men standing in front of you. Anyone else, though, would've earned a glare.

"Hi, Ji," you say with a soft smile to the man who had kissed your hands seconds ago. You notice black eyeliner sitting on his face, perfectly framing his eyes, and, fuck, you'd be lying if you said he didn't look so hot right now.

Jisung and Chan immediately start talking, and your eyes travel to the man beside him. Minho looks out of place here. Minho had never been one to attend events like this, so you were sure he was just as anxious here as you were. You can't help but grab Minho's hand, and he sighs.

"You doing okay, Min?" you say softly, and he shrugs. "I have to be. Ji is here, and you know how he gets," Minho says, reminding you of Jisung's social anxiety. You nod silently at him.

"How long have you been here?" Minho asks quietly. "Not even an hour yet," you reply. Minho nods at your words.

"What about you, sweetheart? How are you holding up?" Minho asks, remembering your own social anxiety.

You shake your head, and you can see pity on Minho's face. "I'm sorry. I'm sure Chan isn't going to keep you here too long, knowing everything," he says. You nod, and Minho sighs.

"I'm guessing you won't be here much longer either," you say, and Minho nods at your words. "Ji might have a panic attack if we stay too much longer. I'm surprised he hasn't already asked me to take him back home yet."

"Can you tell from his body language that he doesn't want to be here?" You can't help but look at Jisung, who is in conversation with your boyfriend. Nothing about Jisung screams off, though.

Minho lets out a chuckle as you look back at him and shake your head. "That's okay. I can. If you look closely, he has tension in his shoulders, his eyes are a little wider than normal because he's alert, and his posture is closed off. It's normal for a person to not spot those things, but I've known Ji for so long that it's like reading a book you know."

You nod as you look at him, noticing each thing he had pointed out. Jisung's and Chan's eyes finally meet yours once again. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did Minho do that weird thing again where he reads me?" Jisung says, eyes looking to Minho, and Minho smirks.

"He did! Min, I told you to quit doing that!" Jisung says, scolding him, and Minho rolls his eyes. "Not my fault that you're so easy to read," Minho says, earning a playful glare from Jisung.

"I can't stand him sometimes, y/n," Jisung says, a smile on his face, rolling his eyes. Minho ignores him, instead having a conversation with Chan about work.

Jisung steps closer to you and smiles. "I missed you." Glasses sit on the top of his nose, almost falling off, and you can't help but giggle at that. You bring a hand up, pushing them back on his face. "I missed you too, Ji," you say, and he opens his arms for you. You can't help but wrap your arms around him.

"How have you been, princess?" Jisung asks softly. "I've been okay, Ji. What about you?" you say, and he smiles at you.

"I'm great," Jisung says, trying to assure you. You can't help but notice the rings on his fingers. "Those are new, aren't they?" You ask him, and he looks away from you, a blush forming on his face. "Yeah, Minho bought them for me. We're kind of a thing now." Your eyes widen at his words.

"I don't see you for 2 weeks, and you and Minho are a thing now. You and Mr. OCD himself?" You say, shock evident on your face. Jisung laughs but nods. "I know. It's a long story. I'll tell you some other day when we have time." A hand wraps around your waist. "Or how about tonight? We have nothing to do tonight. You both are more than welcome over," Chan says, and Minho looks to Jisung, who smiles and nods.

"Yeah, we can. We don't have anything to do," Minho says, besides Jisung. "Good. I need quality time with my y/n." Grabbing your hand, Jisung smiles. "We were just about to leave. You guys okay with that?" Jisung and Minho nod. Jisung holds your hand all the way to Chan's car before being pulled to Minho's.

You sit on your couch, wine glass in hand, heels discarded by the front door. Minho and Chan have disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you and Jisung alone. "So, how did you and Minho end up together?" you ask, and Jisung giggles, probably already tipsy, as he had already drunk the wine from his glass. Jisung was always a lightweight. According to Chan, you were just like him, a lightweight.

"So, we actually got together a week ago. The first week we didn't see you, we ended up getting into an argument because I was avoiding him. I confessed to him in the heat of the argument. Then he kissed me and yeah. I knew I liked him about a month ago though," Jisung says, and you set your wine glass down. "And you didn't tell me?"

Jisung sighs. "I wasn't sure how to tell anyone, really. You know?" You take Jisung's hands into yours, and he sighs. "I understand, Ji. I'm so proud of you, though."

"Proud?" Jisung says back, and you nod. "You confessed to him. I don't think I could be that brave, you know."

Jisung smiles at you. "Do you trust me?" You tilt your head in confusion. "Of course I do, Ji."

"Good," Jisung says softly. Before you realize it, a hand meets your thigh, and Jisung plants a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and smiles. "I've wanted to do that for a while."

Jisung's glasses sit on the edge of his nose again. You look at him in shock. Jisung's smile drops, and he becomes worried, clearly sobering up some at his actions. "Shit. I shouldn't have done that." Jisung continues to ramble on, and you sigh.

You bring a hand to his face, pushing his glasses back up. You continue to look into his eyes. Your lips meet his again, and you can't help but wonder if it's the alcohol you had. The kiss starts off innocent until Jisung kisses you harder.

This time, it's Minho's words breaking you apart. "What did I tell you, Chan?" Minho says, and your eyes fall on your boyfriend, expecting to see hatred, sadness, disappointment, or even all three. Instead, a smirk appears on his face.

"A little alcohol and they're all over each other. I guess you were right, Min." Chan and Minho make their way to the couch, except Minho sits beside you and Chan sits beside Jisung.

"Kissing my girlfriend?" Jisung bites his lip at Chan's words, looking down. Chan picks up Jisung's chin to look at him. Chan smirks when Jisung's eyes meet his. "Pretty boy. You could've just asked, and I would've let you," Jisung's eyes widen in surprise. "Where's the guy who just kissed my girlfriend seconds ago? What about me? Don't I deserve a kiss, Ji?" Chan says, faking a pout.

Jisung nods, and Chan's fake pout drops. "Good boy," Chan says softly, and Jisung kisses him. You can't help but watch, mesmerized.

You're eventually pulled out of your trance when Minho brings a hand to your face to look at him. He gives you a fake pout. "Too mesmerized by our boyfriends kissing? Forgot I exist?" Minho asks, and you shake your head. "Couldn't ever forget you exist, Min," you say absentmindedly as Minho lets out a chuckle.

"You're so cute. I don't know how Chan doesn't bend you over the couch and fuck you every time you open that mouth of yours. I guess I'll just have to shut you up with my mouth tonight," Minho clicks his tongue and immediately goes in for a kiss.

The kiss is heated and filled with need. You can't help but want more of him. You need more of them. Eventually, though, Minho pulls away and his eyes fall behind you. You look behind you and see Jisung, whose glasses are now on the coffee table. Your eyes fall on your boyfriend, though.

"Maybe if you guys weren't tipsy, we could all have some fun together," Chan tskts and Minho chuckles. "Maybe some other time then. It's getting rather late, isn't it, Chan?" Minho says, and Chan smirks. "It is, Min. I think you guys should get home soon," Jisung whines at your boyfriend's words. You can't help the small pout that comes to your face. "Careful, Ji, or I'll have to punish you when you get home," Minho says, and Jisung immediately shuts up. Minho grabs your chin to look at him. "This isn't over yet, sweetheart. It's just best if we do it all with sober minds," Minho says, making you feel slightly better. You nod softly, and Minho kisses your lips once more.

You look at Jisung, who looks more upset than you. You can't help but kiss the pout off his face, and he smiles softly. "So cute," you say, and he giggles.

"Let's get going, Ji," Minho says softly, and Jisung nods, grabbing his glasses off the table. "So unfair. Stupid wine," Jisung grumbles before being led out the door.

4 days. That's how long it takes for you to hear from Jisung and Minho. You couldn't help but wonder if Jisung was regretting his actions. How do you even face him ever again if he does?

"Sweetheart?" Chan says, leaning over the couch. His smile shows his dimples. However, his smile fades when he sees you pinching your skin and ignoring the TV.

Chan comes around the couch and sits in front of you. He takes your hands into his and sighs softly. "Baby, I told you how much I hate when you do that. I know it's an anxiety thing of yours. What's got you so anxious?" Chan asks softly, and you sigh.

"You're okay with everything that happened the other day?" you ask him, and he brings a hand to your face. "Of course I am. Are you okay with everything?" Chan asks, caressing your face. "Yeah. I liked it a lot."

Chan gives you a look, telling you to continue. "What about Minho and Jisung? Do you think they're okay with everything? What if Jisung regrets kissing me? What do I do if he does? How do we even face them?" Chan looks at you, quite surprised at the questions hurled his way.

"Okay, deep breaths first," Chan says, and you do exactly as he says. "Okay. First off, sweetheart, just because you haven't heard from them doesn't mean something's wrong. I'm sure they've just been busy. Second, if Jisung regrets kissing you, he'd be insane. Only a madman would regret kissing you. If Jisung truly thought he shouldn't have done that, don't you think he'd tell you? It's Jisung, after all," Chan says, and you can't help but let out a small giggle.

"If he does regret kissing you, we'll act as if nothing happened. As if we had gone our separate ways that night. We'll still hang out, maybe not as much, but they're our friends, aren't they? They won't just disappear completely out of our lives," Chan says, trying to gently reassure you. Chan's words settle, and you can't help but let out a breath you were holding.

"Thank you, Channie. I needed that," you say quietly, and he kisses your head. "You're my girlfriend, I'm supposed to do this. Don't thank me," Chan says back with a smile.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and Jisung's name lights it up. You pick up your phone, answering it. "Hi, Ji." You say softly into the phone.

"Princessss," Jisung says, holding the s out. "How are you feeling?" He asks quickly, calming down.

"I'm okay. What about you guys?" you say softly, and he sighs.

"We're okay. I miss you though. It got so busy afterwards. What are you doing tonight? You guys should come over. Minho will be a little bit late but not by too much," Jisung says happily.

You look at Chan. Chan just nods. "Yeah, we can make it tonight."

"I get to see you again and spend time with you. This time I'm not drinking any alcohol with you," Jisung says, making you giggle, and he whines.

"You're such a lightweight," you say, and he lets out a whine. "It's not because of that. I want to have sex with you and Chan. Minho told me we had to be sober though," Jisung says a little more quietly.

"You want to have sex with both of us?" you ask, slightly surprised. Jisung says nothing, and you think he's hung up. "Is it that surprising? I mean, look at you guys. I thought it was pretty clear after kissing you and your boyfriend. You do want to have sex with us, right?" Jisung asks, sounding unsure if you were regretting everything that happened.

"Of course I do. Are you sure?" you ask, still skeptical about everything. "Of course I am. I mean, you're both hot as fuck. Minho thinks the exact same thing. You want to know what Minho told me about Chan though?" You look at your boyfriend, and he can't help but be just as curious as you are.

"He told me he wanted to fuck Chan. Can't blame him though. Hell, I completely understand it, but I prefer for him to fuck my brains out," Jisung says, and you can't help but look at your boyfriend. Chan has a smirk on his face, and you look on curiously.

"Is that so, Ji?" Chan says, and you can hear a squeak over the phone. "Why didn't you tell me that you were on speaker? He heard everything I said?" Jisung says, and you can't help but laugh at that.

"Sorry. Yeah, he did," Chan laughs quietly, and you can't help but smile. "Let Min know that I'd love to fuck him instead," Chan says, closer to the phone now.

"Seriously? That would be a sight to see," Jisung says almost dreamily. Chan can't help but let out a laugh. "Yeah? I'd love to fuck you too," Chan says, and you hear another squeak leave Jisung before he hangs up the phone. You can't help but look at Chan and hit his shoulder playfully. "Seriously, you embarrassed him, Chan." Chan can't help but laugh at your pouty face. "It's not my fault he's so fuckable," Chan says, laughing, and you sigh, leaning your head on him.

Before you know it, you're knocking on the door. You can't help but wonder if Jisung is home, seeing that no car is outside. Yet it doesn't take long for the door to open. You're greeted with a bright smile on Jisung's face, his glasses almost falling off. Jisung immediately takes you in his arms.

"I missed you. Can I kiss you?" Jisung asks, yet immediately lets go of you. Chan has an amused smile on his face. "So direct. We just got here and your boyfriend isn't even here," Chan says, and Jisung backs away, giving you room.

"Sorry, I'm just excited," Jisung mumbles, and you can't help but giggle at his overexcitedness. You want to lean in and kiss the small pout he has on his face off, but you decide against it.

Jisung opens the door and invites you in. You make your way to the living room and sit on the couch with Chan beside you. Chan's hand meets your thigh, and you can't help but relax. Jisung sits beside you, and Chan shakes his head with a light chuckle. Jisung tilts his head at your boyfriend's chuckle.

"You're so desperate, Sungie. What makes you think I'm going to let you have her first?" Chan says, and Jisung lets out a small whine. "Get up and come here," Chan tells him.

Jisung doesn't hesitate to stand up and walk over to Chan. "On your knees," Jisung listens, and Chan lets out another chuckle. "So compliant, Sungie. I wonder what Minho would think?" Jisung lets out a small whine, and Chan caresses his face. "Min is so lucky, isn't he? A pretty little thing like you to fuck anytime he wants. I have my pretty little plaything already, but I can't help but wonder if you make pretty sounds just like her."

Jisung leans into his touch, and you think this might be the prettiest sight you've ever seen. "Min says I make the prettiest sounds," Jisung mumbles almost absentmindedly. Chan can't help but chuckle, and Jisung's face turns red, realizing what he's said.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure you do. Just like my pretty girl right here," Chan says, and Jisung's eyes fall on you. "Could I hear?" Chan chuckles at his request but nods. "Of course you can," Chan says softly before moving his hand to your face and kissing you softly.

"My pretty girl has been so patient. She does deserve a reward after all," Chan says, his other hand going under your shirt. You can't help but let out a soft moan as his cold hands meet your body.

Chan's hand travels up your body, and he places his mouth on your neck, making you move your head so he can get better access. A louder moan comes out when he starts sucking on your neck. Your eyes meet Jisung's, and he quickly looks away and down at his hands.

"Channie?" you moan softly. He pulls away and smirks at you. "I'll play with you some more in a little bit," Chan whispers softly to you, pecking your lips, and his attention goes back to Jisung.

Jisung looks at his hands, and Chan sighs, lifting his chin to look at him in the eyes. "I thought you wanted a show, guess not. That's okay though," Chan says, and Jisung lets out his own sigh.

"I enjoyed it, I promise. Just a little too much," Jisung says quietly, and your eyes travel down to the boner that is poking through the sweatpants he has on. "Look at you, pretty boy. I'll help you with that, just hope Min won't be too upset about us starting without him." Chan leans down and kisses Jisung, who practically melts into the kiss.

"Well, look at this," you hear, and your eyes meet Minho's, who has his arms crossed, leaning against the door. Jisung quickly pulls away from Chan and looks at Minho.

"My good boy has his tongue down someone else's throat," Minho says, and that immediately has Jisung looking down at his hands again.

"This was your plan, Ji? Could've just told me you invited them over. I would've gotten off earlier," Minho says, approaching Jisung now.

"I'm sorry, Min. Wanted to surprise you," Jisung says softly. Minho picks his head up with a finger. "Don't apologize. I know you wanted this for a long time. Might as well let Channie have his way with you then," Minho says softly, and his eyes glance up to Chan. "Don't break him, Chan. I still want to be able to use him next time we have sex."

Chan chuckles softly. "I won't break him, Min, as long as you don't break my pretty girl."

Minho looks at you and then back at Chan, smirking. "I'll try not to," Minho says before making his way beside you. He sits next to you, and you can't help but stare at him for a second. He is wearing a suit with his sleeves rolled up. His hair is slightly messy, but it makes him look even hotter, if that's even possible.

"You're drooling, sweetheart," Minho says, chuckling, and you roll your eyes at him. "I was going to compliment you, but now I'm going to keep my mouth shut," you say, and he gently grabs your wrist.

You look at him, tilting your head, and he chuckles once again. "You're so cute, you know? Go ahead, tell me what you were thinking, sweetheart," Minho tells you softly. You let out a sigh, and Minho waits for you to tell him. "You look hot. I want you, Min," you say softly. Minho smirks and gets closer to you, close enough for him to kiss you but he doesn't.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that," Minho says right at your lips. He glances into your eyes before looking back at your lips. You can't help yourself and lean in to kiss him. It takes Minho by surprise, but he quickly relaxes into it and takes control.

Minho's hands make their way towards you, and he brings you into his lap; he refuses to pull away from the kiss, though. You hear moans from behind you now and recognize them as your boyfriend's. Minho refuses to let you pull away, though, and look.

Minho's tongue parts past your lips, making you focus on him. He tries to explore every inch of your mouth, and you can't help but let him. You sigh softly, melting into his hold, and as soon as you do, Minho pulls away.

Minho smiles down at you. "Relax, sweetheart. I got you. You trust me, right?" Minho says softly, and you nod. "Good. I would never hurt you," Minho tells you. You nod softly. "I know." Minho can't help but give you another soft smile.

"Here, I'll give you a view of the show," Minho says, flipping you around on his lap. Your eyes meet Jisung's, who has your boyfriend's dick in his mouth. Chan's head is thrown back, letting out moan after moan, eyes closed. You feel Minho's hands make their way under your shirt. "It's such a pretty sight, isn't it? Ji taking your boyfriend in his mouth." Minho's hands travel to your bra and unclasp it. You let out a sigh, and your body falls into Minho's.

"Pretty girl," Minho mumbles into your ear, and you let out a moan as one hand starts to play with your boob. The other travels down to your pants. It doesn't take long for him to unbutton it, and his hand makes its way into your panties. You're wet already, and he seems to notice that by letting out a chuckle.

"Haven't done much, and you're soaked. I wonder how long you've been waiting for this?" Minho asks, but you don't reply, already lost in the pleasure as he pushes a finger inside.

"You're so pretty like this, you know," Minho tells you softly as he puts his head on your neck. Minho softly kisses your neck, and you can't help but let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Minho doesn't stop, instead he seems to be spurred on by your moan. His finger fucks into you faster, and you can't help but let out moan after moan.

Jisung's eyes can't help but watch as his boyfriend fingers you. Jisung couldn't help but want to know what you tasted like. He couldn't help but assume you'd taste sweet. A hand comes to his hair, though, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Chan pulls Jisung completely off, and you can tell how disappointed he was by the way he pouts. Chan runs a hand through Jisung's hair, trying to get it out of his face. Jisung whines and pouts. Chan frowns slightly at that but leans down and kisses his lips before whispering in his ear. Jisung's face immediately lights up, and his eyes look over at you.

Minho notices as Jisung crawls over to you and spreads your legs. Jisung smiles at you, and you'd think it was adorable if he didn't lick his lips and stare at you as if you were a meal. Jisung kisses the inside of your thigh as Minho moves his hands to your thighs, digging his nails into them, forcing you to open them so Jisung can have more room.

"You're so pretty," Jisung quietly tells you before kissing your clit. You let out a moan at the feeling. "Can I?" Jisung softly asks as if he was unsure you'd want it.

"Please, Ji," you weakly whisper, and that's all it takes for him. Jisung gets to fucking you with his tongue. It's messy and so good that you think you might start seeing stars.

"Ji," you plead with him, but he doesn't hear you, working you open with his tongue.

"G-gonna make me cum," Jisung seems to hear that because he speeds up. It doesn't take much longer for you to be thrown straight into your first orgasm of the night. Your eyes roll back, and you see stars.

When the stars subside, Jisung is still pumping his tongue in and out of you. Your hand goes to his hair, pulling him off. A soft whimper leaves his mouth, and you can't help but want to fuck more sounds like that out of him.

Jisung looks at Minho for a second behind you and glances over at Chan, who nods with a smirk on his face. Jisung's hands go to your hips, and you sigh softly. Minho helps him guide you into his lap on the ground. Jisung sits you on top of his boner, wanting you to feel him. Another small whimper comes out of his mouth, and you start softly grinding on him. More whimpers and pleas fall out of his mouth.

"Let me fuck you, please?" Jisung says, a whimper following that sentence. Jisung's hips start bucking up, meeting your grinding. A small moan leaves your lips, and you nod. You move off Jisung's lap, and he makes quick work of pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. You feel yourself practically salivate at his cock. How could a cock be pretty? You didn't know, but Jisung had a pretty cock. You didn't get to stare for much longer before he's whining.

"I want you, please, y/n?" Jisung whines, and you nod. Your hands go to his chest, pushing him to lay down on the ground, and his eyes go wide. "I want to ride you. That's okay, right?" You say softly, and he immediately nods, his tongue poking out quickly to lick his lips. You pull your pants and underwear off and line yourself up with him before sinking down slowly. Another moan comes out of you, and a moan comes out of Jisung at the same time.

"You're so pretty," Jisung mumbles softly, only for you to hear. You let out a shaky breath, and your hands come beside Jisung. His hands find yours, and he gently guides them to his chest to help you balance. You rise up and sink back down on him, letting out a moan. Jisung lets out a sound between a whimper and a moan.

Jisung's hands roam your body as you softly bounce on him, pulling moan after moan out of him. Your hands find his for a second as you stop riding him, and he whines. You have his hands travel to your boobs so he can occupy his hands. Jisung thinks he could cum right now if you told him to, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he softly kneads your boobs as your hands go back to his chest.

"Look at this. You're going to make him cum without even riding him anymore. Poor Jisungie. Thought you wanted this?" Minho tsks after his own words, and Jisung thinks he's going to cry. Not just from Minho's harsh words but Minho's words and how tight you were around him.

"Wanted this. So much. Just. Tight. She's so tight. I think I'm going to explode, Min," Jisung says, struggling to get the words out with the fog that's in his brain.

You start bouncing on him once again, but this time, your mouth meets his, and you swallow the loud moans coming out of his mouth. Your own moans are swallowed by him as you make out with him. You can feel the knot in your stomach starting to rise and bounce slightly faster as your tongue goes inside his mouth.

Jisung's hands make their way down to your hips. He gently flips you over so now you're on your back and starts fucking into you harder and faster. More whimpers and silent pleas fall from his mouth. Jisung was desperate for his release at this point but he had to hold on until you came. Luckily it didn't take much longer and with a few more thrusts, you're cumming around him.

Your eyes roll back and you swear that you see stars before you're coming back down. You feel Jisung's head on your neck still whimpering your name, and you know you're overstimulated yet can't help but let him continue to fuck into you. You think you might pass out if he doesn't cum soon. "Let me cum, please. I can cum right? I've been so good," Jisung whines into your neck. "Go ahead, Sungie, cum. You've been so good. You can cum," you say, and that's all it takes for him to cum inside you. Jisung stays still whimpering into your neck and practically shaking.

Luckily, after about a minute, he seems to come down from his high. Jisung doesn't move his head from your neck, instead pressing a few lazy kisses against it. Your hand goes to his hair, and you softly run your fingers through his hair.

Your eyes meet Chan's, and you swear his eyes are filled with complete love. Minho looks at you both with complete adoration but then looks over at Chan, who hasn't stopped looking away. Minho's eyes are once again filled with lust.

Minho doesn't take long, though, and he quickly has Chan pinned to the couch. Chan's eyes are wide for a second, but then a smirk is on his face. "You're so cute sometimes, Min." Minho ignores his comment, rolling his hips on Chan, earning a groan.

"Bad kitty," Minho smirks at Chan's words and grinds down on Chan once again, earning a moan from the dark-haired guy under him. Chan glares at him, and it doesn't take Chan long to flip Minho over, now pinning him to the couch. "Such a bad kitty. Trying to take charge. You told Ji you wanted to fuck me? Pretty kitty. Ji told me how much he wanted to see me fuck you, though. Might as well give him what he wants, right?"

Chan holds Minho down on the couch with one hand and makes quick work of his clothes. Minho looks away, embarrassed when Chan starts staring at his cock. Chan's hand that isn't pinning Minho down goes to his face, making him look at him. "Pretty kitty with a pretty cock," Chan mumbles, and Minho seems to get even more embarrassed.

Chan's hand goes back to Minho's cock, giving it an experimental stroke. Minho lets out a whimper, and Chan can't help but smile. Chan starts slowly stroking Minho, earning more moans and whimpers. "Hear that, Ji? Pretty kitty is moaning," Chan says, and Minho lets out another whimper, falling apart because of Chan. Jisung and you can't help but watch, mesmerized by it.

"I can fuck you, right? Make my pretty kitty cum all over himself?" Chan asks Minho, who nods, clearly desperate. Chan luckily takes his nod as an answer and lets go of Minho's cock. Chan carefully flips Minho over.

"Ass up," Chan says, and Minho surprisingly listens. Chan thinks he might cum right then and there. Minho's back is arched deliciously, and Chan can't help but rub his back, sending chills down Minho's spine.

"Haven't ever been fucked before, kitty?" Chan asks, and Minho says nothing, burying his face in the couch, mumbling. "Speak up, kitty." Minho finally lifts his head. "No. Just fuck me already, Chan," Minho says, his voice angry, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Aww, poor kitty. So used to taking care of others. Going to let me take care of you?" Chan rubs circles onto Minho's hips.

"If you don't fuck me right now, Chan, I swear to go-" Minho is cut off by Chan, who pushes a finger inside of him. "So fucking needy and desperate. Got to prep you," Chan says, fucking Minho open slowly. Minho's head is thrown back, and his back arches even more. Moan after moan comes out of Minho, and Chan adds a second finger.

"Such a good kitty. Taking my fingers so I can prep you for my cock," Chan says, praising him as he continues working him open. You swear you could cum again at the sight alone, but you were already tired from the two orgasms you had previously. It doesn't take long before Chan is adding another finger, and you watch as Minho lets out more moans. "G-going to cum, Channie. Please let me cum," Minho pleads with Chan, but he pulls his fingers out of his ass.

"No, no, no. Channie. Why'd you do that? I was- I was so close," Minho pleads with him, and you swear you think he's going to cry. "Wanna watch you cum on my cock. Fall apart so beautifully," Chan wishes he had a condom right now, but he knew Minho would probably start crying soon if he didn't get his cock. Minho whines, feeling empty, and Chan swears he hears him sniffle.

"Don't cry, kitty. Going to fuck you dumb," Chan says softly and brings his hand to Minho's hips, guiding himself into Minho, earning more moans. Minho swears under his breath as Chan slides into him. Chan leans over Minho's body, bottoming out finally. Minho takes a deep breath.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move," Chan plants a kiss on Minho's shoulder blade, and after a minute or two, he nods. Chan slowly pulls out and then pushes back into him. Minho's moans get louder and more high-pitched as Chan starts slowly fucking into him. Chan places another kiss on his shoulder blade, trying to calm Minho, who is almost shaking.

Minho's arms finally give out, forcing him to fall into the couch, muffling his moans. Chan wants to hear his moans, so he carefully pulls him up and decides to hold him up since he can't hold himself. Minho lets out whines, and Chan swears he's going to cum just listening to his moans.

Chan thrusts himself deeper into Minho, causing both of them to let out groans. Minho responds with a high-pitched whine, indicating that Chan has found his prostate. Eager to hear more of those sounds, Chan continues to pound into that spot. Sensing that Minho is close to climax, Chan pushes on.

In just three more thrusts, Minho climaxes all over the couch. Chan follows suit, still inside Minho. Fortunately, he regains his strength just in time, as he feels his arms about to give out, and he doesn't want to accidentally squish Minho against the couch. With the last of his energy, Chan manages to lift Minho and place him on his chest before his arms finally give out.

Deep breaths can be heard between them. Minho's head lays on Chan's chest, trying to still catch his breath from that earth-shattering orgasm. Chan rubs circles into Minho's back lazily as their breathing slows and their hearts feel like they're beating out of their chests. Eventually, they calm down, and Minho picks his head up. He expects anything but the expression on Chan's face.

Chan has a smile on his face. Minho frowns slightly. "Don't look at me like that," Minho says softly, and the smile doesn't leave Chan. "How am I looking at you, Min?" Chan says, as if he doesn't understand it, but you know he does. "Like how you were looking at them earlier. Like you're in love with me." Chan frowns now instead.

"Do you not want me to be?" Disappointment is dripping in his words. You swear you see your boyfriend's heart break. Minho looks at Jisung, who seems to be surprised, and you can tell sadness is in his eyes. "I thought you were in love with both of them too. It's okay if you aren't. I just thought that..." Jisung says sadly, trailing off.

Minho sighs softly. Minho looks at Chan once more. "I am. I'm head over heels for both of them. It scares me though." Minho looks down now at his hands that are shaking. Chan softly grabs Minho's hands, bringing them to his heart. "Don't be scared. I would never do anything to hurt you. I care about you both. Not just Jisung. Not just you. I care about both of you."

Minho doesn't meet his eyes yet. "It's not that. I'm not scared of you. I could never be scared of you," Minho says, and Chan softly grabs his chin, trying to get him to look at him.

"Could you tell me what you're scared of then?" Chan asks him, almost too softly. "There would be 4 of us if I do decide I want you all. What if I can't make time for all of you? What if someone gets jealous because I'm spending more time with someone else? What if we break up?" Chan's heart breaks at Minho's confession.

"Min? Could you look at me?" Chan asks softly. Minho finally looks at Chan, and he has tears threatening to spill.

"Those are so many what-ifs, sweetheart. We can't dwell on what-ifs, okay? We'll all make time with each other if that makes you feel better. We'll have mandatory date nights every Friday. Secondly, if we get jealous because we feel like you're not spending enough time with us, we'll come to you and tell you that. We're all adults, so we can do that. Lastly, we won't break up because we all love each other too much. If we feel like it's too much, we'll let everyone know," Chan says. That's when Minho starts crying and puts his head against Chan's chest. Chan looks at you and Jisung worriedly, as if he said something wrong.

"I hate you sometimes, Chan. I really do. What kind of boyfriend makes their boyfriend cry? Why do you have to be so sweet?" Minho says, hitting Chan's chest, and he winces but lets out a laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Chan says, and Minho looks up at Chan, trying to wipe the tears quickly. "Don't make me regret saying that. I'll take it back," Minho says, and Chan laughs.

"Of course I won't," Chan says, wrapping his arms around Minho. Chan places a kiss on Minho's head, who makes a face, and you and Jisung can't help but laugh.

"Oh hush. I don't want to hear anything from you both," Minho says, laying his head on Chan's chest, sending a playful glare at you both.

Jisung pouts. "You see how our boyfriend treats us. He doesn't really love us," Jisung says with a playful pout on his face.

"I do love you guys. You just are annoying," Minho says, and you shake your head. "I guess Ji was right. Our boyfriend really doesn't love us," you say with a pout just the same as Jisung's.

Minho goes to stand up and almost loses balance. Luckily, Chan catches him before he hits the ground and brings him into his chest. "Careful, love. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Minho pouts softly. "Fuck you, Chan. I can't even go kiss our boyfriend and girlfriend to show them I love them because you took away my ability to walk," Minho says, and Chan laughs.

"I haven't heard Y/N complain about not being able to walk," Chan says softly. Before you can speak up, Jisung does. "Yeah, because she was too busy complaining to me about it," Jisung says before hiding his face in your neck once more.

Chan just smirks in return. "That just means I'll have to see if you'll complain about it too," Chan says, and a small whine leaves Jisung.

"Y/N! He's threatening me," Jisung says with a whine. Minho just laughs. "I don't think you were complaining about that yesterday. Matter of fact, didn't you say-" Minho is quickly cut off by Jisung. "Well, look at that, I think it's time to go shower. Shouldn't we go shower?" Jisung says quickly standing up and helping you stand, yet you think your knees are going to give out. Jisung quickly lets you lean against him.

"Actually, thinking they should shower first," Jisung says, looking at Chan, who laughs with a nod. "Yeah, they probably should. A bath is probably better so they don't fall," Chan says jokingly, and Jisung laughs. They both lead you and Minho to the tub and turn on the water for you both to get in.

"Can I take back what I said about you being my boyfriend?" Minho says in reply to Chan's joke. "I agree. I think we should set up a group club dedicated to those who have been affected by his jokes," you say softly, and Jisung shakes his head.

"Neither of you get to do that. You both agreed to dating me, and now it's too late," Chan says, kissing Minho's head and then yours.

"How did you survive with this man?" Minho asks jokingly, and you shake your head. "I don't know."

"You know at least Jisung isn't trying to break up with me and make a club dedicated to my jokes," Chan says, looking at Jisung who smiles. "True, but if they asked me to join the club, I wouldn't say no. I mean, look at them. They're hot, Chan. They could get me to agree with anything," Jisung says, and Chan pouts.

"I've been betrayed by all my lovers in a span of minutes. What do I do now?" Chan says, and Jisung places a soft kiss on his lips.

"Learn to deal with it," Jisung whispers softly against his lips.

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