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Peak peak peak oh my god peak

one misstep off the already beaten path

Vampire!Eddie x fem!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: In an effort to earn some much-needed extra cash, you create a steadfast system to sell your blood to hungry vampires. After working your way through multiple smaller clans, you end up in a much larger, much different kind of den than expected. And much more dangerous, too.

Warnings: nsfw content, blood & blood drinking, blood drinking = sexual innuendos, descriptions of wounds/minor injuries (punctures & cuts), teasing, dom!eddie, rare soft!eddie, a very bi!reader, dirty talk, voyeurism, mentions of threesomes (not feat. reader), there might be a sex room, slight bondage, semi-public sex mentioned, sorta getting caught, oral sex (reader receiving)

Word Count: 13k

A/N: Okay, I know it might not seem like it based on just the warnings, but it's a LOT of sexual tension that builds to the end + a lot of "vampires & blood sucking are sexy" innuendos. But, hopefully, this is up to par with other kinktober stuff! I hope y'all like it :)

No touching. No pointless conversations. No restraints. No fangs. No excessive drinking.

And no staying at one clan for too long.

Six rules. Six really easy rules to follow. Six really easy rules to follow when the clan you waltz into wants nothing more to do with you than your blood. Half of the time, they accepted donations in bag form. The rest, they took your rules for what they were–a chance to pay you less money. But you had nice blood. You took less if they’d follow the rules, and the vampires would follow them just to get a taste of your blood.

Then, when you’d exhausted the clan, you left. Much to their chagrin, but sticking around meant they might ask questions. The whole purpose of the activity was to prevent that. Hence the sneaking around under the cover of the night to places no sane human would ever go to. All for some quick cash.

Quick cash was always needed.

The rules stayed long enough. Tried and true. You never got bit, nobody ever found out any extra information about you–not even your real name–and you walked home safe a few hours later. There were rarely any complications. There were rarely any rule breakers. There was never more than the general risk. Because they knew. You knew. Too much trouble lay at the end of the road otherwise.

But that was because you always targeted smaller clans. They barely had any power amongst them. Maybe five or six vampires in them at most. They obeyed. They were your target audience.

And everything was fine. Until a new clan showed up.

It was bigger, but not by much. Fifteen vampires were in it, but not all were around at the same time. So when you walked into the gothic-looking basement, it felt small. Personal. Empty. Until they all appeared as if an invisible blanket was pulled off. Some lounging in corners, others on beds. Vulgar sounds came behind a few closed doors nearby with many breathy fuck yeses.

The first visit there was for a random vampire who was a member of the clan. Nobody fancy. He cracked the same sarcastic comment everyone made when you told them your rules.

“How am I supposed to drink if I can’t touch?” He lounged back against the wall, arms proudly crossed, black makeup smeared over his eyes.

“I’d expect you to use a little bit of the sense you gained over your decades of being alive and realize that means no touching outside of the cut.” You lifted the pronged weapon you brought with you to all the meetings. “Do we have a deal or are you going to be a dick about this?”

He eyed you carefully, a wicked grin growing to show off his fangs. A nervous flicker went off in your stomach, and you fought the urge to step back. But just as the vamp stepped forward, a hand from the shadows grabbed his collar. Hard. Reeled him back and held him still.

Dark eyes glared down at the vampire. Long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. A leather jacket kept him shrouded in the darkness even as he left the shadows of one of the nearby rooms. Heavy boots hit the floor just as your vampire for the night straightened and turned his eyes down to the floor.

The stranger turned to you.

“Pick a different one.” His hand went up and grabbed the vamp’s chin. “He doesn’t feed until he learns.”

A sharp line of tension shot through the entire room. Even through you. Fear was there. There was always fear when you entered a den. But the heads of clans always had an aura about them. Danger. Some were just blatant murderers, some were gods of mischief, and some just simply couldn’t control their abilities. New or old vampires. The heads were who you always avoided.

“No,” Era blurted. “I’m sorry. Shit, I’m starving. I’ll play nice.”

The stranger dropped his hand only to gently pat Era’s cheek. “Good boy.”

His boots were heavy against the floor as he started to walk away. Chains on his wrists clanked with every step. A shiver snuck down your spine when he glanced back. But he wasn’t looking at Era. His brown eyes skimmed down over you like he was assessing who the hell he could be dealing with. Like you were more than just a random woman.

"You better cause I'll be watching," he called with a flourish of his hand. Jewelry glinted in the low lighting before he dropped onto a nearby couch. Two other humans in the den fell against him, and you caught a flash of his sharp fangs before he sank them into one of the men. A soft moan slipped out from the human, but he didn't linger on the bite. He licked his lips as his eyes stayed directly on you.

Era listened. He followed your rules. You sat beside him on the couch, eyes looking around the dark den as he frantically lapped up at the man-made puncture wound in your wrist. His hands shook as he drank, and by the time he finished–a slight woozy feeling making you take a deep breath–you’d counted thirty people hidden throughout the room with a few guesstimates about closed doors.

Even humans included, that was a daunting number.

And the whole time, he never took his eyes off of you.

It would’ve felt caring if you hadn’t known better.

The problem with knowing better, though, led you to making a fatal error.

When Era finished and subsequently fell back into a satisfied heap, you started your typical end routine. Clean and wrap up the wound, eat a granola bar and drink some juice, give yourself a few minutes to collect yourself, and then leave. The only interactions you normally had were vampires saying goodbye, you making sure you got your payment, and if another vampire came up and asked for you to come back next week.

This time, after you’d gotten everything done and you slid the eighty dollars into your bag, there was one more step you had to take. A courtesy. A weird gnawing feeling in your gut that told you if you didn’t, it’d be insulting. Even if the vampire probably wouldn’t even think twice about it in the long run.

So, realistically, you should’ve left.

You did not.

You approached the head on the couch he was at. His feet were kicked up on the coffee table in front of him, both humans laying their heads on his lap in pure bliss. A little bit of blood was smeared on his lips that he licked away as you walked up. Before you could tell yourself not to, you squeezed onto the strap of your bag as soon as his eyes landed on you. A red glow sat beneath them that made your knees twitch.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

That was it. That was all you’d said. And then you started to turn and walk away. Nothing more, nothing less. No conversations. Nothing.

"You're welcome," he shot back before you even got turned around. His eyes found yours faster than you could process that you were looking back at him. "Come back next week."

It wasn't a request. It wasn't a question. A command. Clear and simple. Punctuated by the tilted of his head and the brow raised in curiosity. Waiting to see how you'd respond. He idly stroked the two humans–hands roaming their hair and rubbing their backs–as he watched you.

“We’ll see,” you answered. The wrong answer. You weren’t an idiot. Not listening to the commands of the clan head was just asking for trouble. And the second the two words left your mouth, you clamped it shut.

But where there should’ve been a frown or an annoyed scowl, the vampire just cracked a lopsided grin.

“We will.”

He nodded, and you took that as a dismissal. But the whole walk out of the dark basement, you felt his eyes glued to your back.

You’d fucked up. And that was just the beginning.

His name was Eddie. You learned that the next time you went. You were paired with a vampire whose name you didn't want to learn. Her striking pink eyes scanned you from head to toe as if she was trying to see beneath your baggy sweats–another purposeful outfit. But as she rolled up your sleeve to start, Eddie stopped her. He appeared from behind the couch you'd been put on together, one hand resting on your shoulder. Where your hoody had slightly fallen, and bare skin touched bare skin.

His other hand came down, and he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as his thumb ran over the faint dots. The hand on your shoulder twitched just as your arm did beneath the unexpectedly soft drag of his thumb. The vampire you were with pouted, whining his name and once against declaring that she was hungry. But he just turned and gave you a curious look.

“You healed quickly.”

You held his stare with a clenched jaw.

“I do?” You glanced down where his thumb kept tracing your veins in your wrist. “I never noticed.”

He hummed. Those dark eyes scanned your face before he just nodded. Your chest barely moved the longer he looked at you. Longer and longer and longer–a flash of red beneath his eyes made your next breath come out a little jagged around the edges. His fingers twitched and his forearms tensed. You glanced down at the marionette tattoo inked into his skin and prayed your next breath would come steady.

It did.

He let go.

The hand on your shoulder trailed along the back of your neck as he walked away. A fleeting touch. Light. The rough pads of his fingertips sent a warm shiver down your spine.

You almost called it then and there, leaving before the vampire got to feed. But you needed the money. So you let her feed. And she fed until blood was dripping down her chin, and she was humming in delight, eyes half-lidded and peering at you like you were some kind of sweet treat.

On your way out, wrist wrapped and eyes peeled for him, you nearly bumped into him as you got to the exit. He was leaning against the wall in front of the door, a cigarette burning between his lips. His eyes shot to you the instant you got beside him, and just as panic started to creep its way into you at what the hell was about to happen, he reached into his pocket.

He dropped down to the step beside you, shoulder touching shoulder, eyes locking eyes.

He put a fifty-dollar bill in your hand.

“Come back next week.”

“I’m not bought,” you spat before you could stop yourself. It was an automatic line you gave everyone who tried to buy you before you even offered. Old habits die hard. Even in the face of the most dangerous man in the room.

But he just smiled.

“Not for me.” He tilted his head. “Not yet.”

Your heart thrummed away in your chest even faster.

“That’s from Sophie and Era.” He went down another step. “They always forget to tip our best.”

His footsteps echoed down the stairs as you stared at the bill. You needed to give it back. Didn't matter if Eddie called it a tip; the bill felt heavy. It came with baggage that hadn't been exposed yet, but it was there. But you needed the money. You might actually not be under for once this year.

You tucked the bill into your bag and threw the door open.

Guess that meant you were coming back again next week.

The vampires usually never noticed. They never cared to notice. You were just another body coming in and out of their den. Another walking sack of blood they could throw money at, feed, and go on with their lives. Maybe it was your fault for not switching arms, but you liked to use your non-dominant arm when you could. Sophie and Era–should your memory have served you right–weren’t anywhere near each other when you went the first time. To her, the puncture wounds would’ve just looked like an old wound from many feedings ago.

You should’ve calculated Eddie into the mix.

It was as dumb as it was dangerous to go back. Even with the cry for money, you were walking a tightrope that Eddie watched from a distance. One wrong step, and he’d know just how well you managed to keep your balance. Even when walking it in a hurricane.

You were on the couch beside him that time. Trying your best to avoid that hadn’t exactly worked out when you were apparently assigned to the vampire next to him. A woman with long black hair and red lipstick the same color as blood. She asked if she could be the one to puncture your wrist. Her long red fingernails trailed over your skin so lightly that they almost tickled. Over the same area Sophie and Era had fed from last time.

You were sandwiched between her and Eddie. Thighs pressed to thighs. Shoulder to shoulder. Well, sort of. Eddie had his arm draped over the back of the couch. He didn’t directly touch you, but you could feel the weight of his arm against the cushion.

"Please?" she–who learned whose name was Siena–asked. Her bright eyes blinked up at you. She brought her mouth down and pressed a ruby-red kiss to your wrist.

“Siena,” Eddie cooed beside you. “This one has rules. Follow them.”

“I am. I’m playing nice.” She batted her lashes at you again. “Please, can I? I’ll even be nice and gentle.”

Maybe it was the atmosphere in the room, maybe it was being sandwiched between two vampires, with one of them being the damn leader, but you handed her the prongs. It wasn't the first time a vampire had wanted to be the one to do it. There was a satisfaction in getting the artificial version of what you weren't giving them–the bite. But you still felt nervous as you watched her twist the metal weapon between her fingers and eye your wrist.

Eddie was a massive force beside you. Even doing nothing but watching, you were far too aware of his presence. It made it harder to center yourself for the prick of the prongs. Especially when Siena seemed to want to drag it out. A light little drag of the ends from your forearm down to your wrist. A light tease of the pressure against the thin skin. She smirked as she pressed the ends in, and the sharp pain made your arm tense up.

You were good when you were doing it. But putting someone else in charge made you stand on edge.

And the fact that it made you wince? Any other time would’ve been fine. But when you were sitting beside Eddie, you cursed yourself for it.

The metal weapon fell to the floor with a soft clang as Siena dropped her mouth to your wrist. Usually, it was all work. They drank until the line was hit, and you both pulled away. But Siena tucked her hair behind her ears and slowly drew her tongue across the wounds. Angled your hand so the small trickle of blood pooled there and kept a light grip on your wrist. Lazily, she lapped at your wrist and occasionally glanced up to hold your gaze as she hummed.

Not once had a vampire ever made this feel appealing. But Siena fell to her knees and slid between yours. She didn’t touch. Not more than to nudge your legs open. And beneath the distinct wall you’d perfected over time, as Siena’s eyes flicked up to yours and her tongue carefully drew itself over one of your fingers, something stirred.

"Do you want her to move?" Eddie whispered beside your ear, his chest pressing against your shoulder. As if on cue, Siena's stomach pressed forward. Just enough that the few inches of couch between you and her gave way, and you could feel her weight press against you there.

When you didn't answer, something short-circuiting in your brain that you tried to grasp onto, but it wasn't tangible, Eddie reached down and grabbed Siena by her hair. She licked her lips clean while she grinned at Eddie.

“Her rules, Siena. You’re done.”

Siena started to pout, but Eddie didn’t let her go. A silent argument was happening between them, but you knew she’d listen to him. No fool was ignorant enough to challenge their leader. Not like this.

But that was another problem.

“No,” you blurted. If she was done, you’d only get paid for half. You needed the full. “It’s fine.”

“See?” Siena licked her lips. “She’s okay with it.”

But Eddie kept his hand in her hair. His eyes shifted over to you–first your face, where you kept your jaw clenched hard, then down to your wrist, where blood trickled down to the floor. In a den of vampires, that was dangerous to have going.

After a moment, though, he nodded.

But he kept his hand in her hair.

And it stayed in her hair the whole time. As she went back down, as she lapped up the blood coating your hand, as she tried to press back forward. But Eddie stopped her. Kept her head back enough so her body wouldn’t be able to follow.

Except the position kept Eddie how he was. Chest to your shoulder, arm a little closer on the back of the couch, leg pressed directly against yours. His breath occasionally hit your cheek, and there was a strange sensation to it. Usually, vampires were cold. Very, very cold. But it hadn't hit you until then–he was warm. There was heat beneath his skin. In his breath.

“Slower,” Eddie murmured when Siena started to get a little overzealous. And she listened. “Good girl, S.”

That something stirring from earlier seemed to worsen. It gnawed at the wall and chipped away at it. Your heart quickened just as your breath, and you tried a little too desperately to slow it down. They could feel it. Sense it. Every vampire in the room probably could. That wasn’t good. None of that was good. The weird feeling sparked in your chest and made a slow crawl down your stomach just as slow as Siena’s tongue around your fingers as she licked one clean. Then the next. Then the next.

The quick flick of her tongue over the end to get a drop off of the next made your heart stutter, and you fought the instinctive urge to pull back.

“That’s enough, Siena,” Eddie said. “Don’t drink the poor girl dry.”

Siena pulled back without Eddie needing to move her. She licked some of your blood from her fingers as Eddie's hand left her hair.

“But she tastes so damn good.” Her voice was a low rumble while her eyes danced over every covered part of you.

“Go clean yourself up,” Eddie snapped. “Now.”

Siena gave you a small wink before she rose to her feet. She was tall and lean, with toned muscles sneaking down her bare arms. She didn't care about the blood on her hands as she moved some hair out of her face and nodded. Her skirt sashayed with every wide step she left you with.

That stirring only worsened when you realized you were practically alone with Eddie.

You aimed to pull away, but his hand went to your wrist first, and you stopped. It was such a gentle touch, you almost second-guessed it. But he just tilted his head as he glanced down at it. His thumb smeared some of the leftover blood.

“Siena likes to play with her food.” He sat your wrist down on his leg. Warm. It was warm. Really warm. “In case that wasn’t obvious.”

He reached off the edge, making the arm behind you drag against you for a moment. But when he pulled back up, he had a roll of gauze in his hand, and he dropped his other arm. You felt yourself starting to shake as he picked up your wrist.

“I got that,” you answered. It was hard not to respond when he was on the receiving end. “It’s fine.”

“She broke your rules,” he countered as he started to wrap your wrist in the gauze. Slowly. Very slowly.

“It’s fine,” you repeated. “There are exceptions to every rule.”

“And what’s hers?”

His gaze locked on yours. You shifted back in your spot and pressed your legs together now that she wasn’t there holding them open. The crawl down your stomach from earlier had reached its destination. A dangerous one. One that it shouldn’t have even gotten close to.

Ever.

You planned on not responding. Dealing with the faint wetness you could feel in your underwear was a smidge more important than humoring Eddie. You had to squash whatever the hell that was before it turned into a bigger problem. But you also had a big problem sitting next to you.

“So are you,” you shot back after a moment.

“Which one?” He had an amused smile quirking up the corners of his mouth.

“I don’t tend to make conversation with vampires.”

Eddie wrapped your wrist one more time before he let it rest on his lap again.

“Yet you let them feed off of you.” He tossed the gauze back to where he grabbed it. “Gotta say that’s a little weird.”

“It’s smart.” You followed Eddie’s hand as he brought his thumb to his mouth. He held your gaze as he licked your blood clean from it. The red behind his eyes flickered. “I’m nothing more than food for the few minutes I’m here. That’s what I want to stay as.”

“Most vamps prefer food that doesn’t come with a set of rules attached. Most like to play with their food. Have fun.” His fangs flashed for a second. “Most like to bite.”

“Why do you think I’m so affordable?”

“Is that why you let Siena stay?” His hand came down and draped itself across your wrist. Another warm touch. Your thighs instinctively twitched when his thumb went across your palm and spread your fingers open. It tickled. “Because you need the money?”

Your heart almost stopped. This was why you didn’t converse with them. This was already too much information out in the open. If he knew how desperate you were for money, he wouldn’t take a second to use it to his advantage. You’d never let him, but it meant you’d lost out on all potential funds you could get from this clan.

Wait. You straightened and glanced back down at where Siena had been.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie cooed beside you. His hips lifted slightly before you felt a few bills press into your opened palm. “We’re not heathens.”

You ground your teeth as you peered back at him. But you took the money. The extra you could already see that was there.

“Come back next week,” he murmured.

“No,” you said instinctively. If you came back next week, you risked making the same mistakes you already had.

"We both know you'll already be healed by then." His arm went back behind you as he leaned in. You didn't look away. Looking away meant he was intimidating you. Looking away meant you were giving into the throbbing in your chest with every hard heartbeat. "Come back next week, and you'll get double."

“Who will I be with?” Stop. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. It didn’t matter how damn enticing that prospect sounded. You should’ve said no and moved the fuck on.

“Siena again. Just like this.”

Eddie reached down and handed you your bloodied weapon. He wiped it off on his jeans before sliding it into your hand, and you took that as your dismissal. You should've told him no. To fuck off. But as you left the basement, you were actually considering it. Double for that. Siena hadn't even come close to getting you to your limit. You could walk home while eating. And you'd made over a hundred for that.

You took a slow breath and stared at the bandage on your wrist.

Don’t go.

Yet a week later, you were descending the steps into the basement and finding Eddie and Siena waiting for you on a couch.

Siena was already getting on her knees when you even got to the couch. Except this time, when you went to sit, Eddie had his legs spread, and he nodded down at the space between them. He gave you a daring look, a little smirk playing on his lips, and for some ridiculous reason, you sat there.

Maybe it was because you didn’t want him to think you were scared or a coward. Bravery was the best weapon you had on you…besides an actual wooden stake. So biting the bullet for a little bit of extra money was worth it. Even if it meant being framed by his legs. Or feeling his chest against your back.

His arms stayed resting on the back of the couch. That was one plus.

And he didn’t say anything until Siena pushed up the sleeve of your jacket to expose your wrist. Then he leaned forward and found your ear.

“See? Healed so fast.”

Siena sank the weapon back into your wrist, and when you winced, Eddie’s hand skated over your shoulder for just a moment before it went down. He held onto Siena’s hair just like last time. Except as she started to lap away like last time, he didn’t hold her back when she came forward. The new position on the couch, practically on Eddie’s lap, put you closer to the edge.

As Siena held up your hand and pivoted forward, her stomach pressed right in between your legs. And you could feel every satisfied flex and twitch of her stomach as she fed.

And for some godforsaken reason, you didn’t tell either of them to stop.

Your hips wiggled on their own accord the longer Siena stayed against you. You really tried to stop them, but it was hard when the weight of her practically made her grind herself against your cunt. The thick seam of your sweatpants wasn’t helping either.

Neither were the small comments Eddie made every so often. You only got a warning when you felt him lean a little more forward. Then his chest would rumble, and you were slowly getting ripped apart into smaller after smaller pieces.

“Doing good,” he’d murmur. “So good for us.”

He'd shift, and you'd feel his chest press against you as Siena happened to press herself forward. Harder. Instinctively, it'd make you press your wrist against her mouth, and she'd hum in satisfaction.

“Yeah. Just like that.” He even swiped his thumb down your cheek with that one.

They repeated as the clock ticked away, and every little movement Siena made only seemed to worsen the break in the wall you were desperately trying to put back up.

"Slower," Eddie whispered beside your ear, and a shiver went down your spine. "Slower, Siena. Be sweet to our girl."

That…that triggered something deep in your belly. The wall started to crumble away bit by bit as Siena hummed in apology and slowly cleaned your fingers one by one. It was just talk. You took a slow breath that quickly turned into rapid ones. You weren’t theirs. You weren’t theirs. If they staked a claim on you, you'd be fucked. No other vampire would touch you.

And yet when Siena finished–once again far from your limit–and slithered off, Eddie stayed. He kept you between his legs as he wrapped your wrist again. Even through your hoody, you could feel his breath against your shoulder.

“Next week,” he started, and you turned your head to look at him. “Come back again.”

“And who would I be with?” There was a quiver in your voice you didn’t like. But it was too late to hide it.

“Me.”

Heat flickered between your legs, and you shifted. Wetness was there, too. Worse than last time.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He gave you a perfectly framed shot of his fangs as he smiled. “Unless you change your mind.”

“I won’t,” you shot back.

“Have you ever been bitten?” He traced your forearm with his thumb. For some reason, you couldn’t seem to find the urge to tell him to stop.

“No,” you answered more honestly than you intended. That made Eddie’s brows raise into the choppy bangs going across his forehead. His thumb stopped for a moment, and before he could get the upper hand, you continued. “But I know how dangerous it is.”

"So you don't tempt yourself with it," he said with his curious look only growing more curious.

“So I don’t ever give a vampire the upper hand,” you corrected. Although, he wasn’t wrong with his sentiment either.

"Never?" He shifted forward, and his hand fell from your arm, and both went to your legs. They were large on your thighs and didn't go further or higher than the midpoint. But you still felt them twitch beneath his touch. "Ever?"

“Ever,” you forced out. Even with the obvious presented in front of you.

Eddie grinned before pulling his hands back. He pulled out his wallet and held out two hundred. You took it without comment. But before you could stand, he put one hand on your hip to stop you. You listened without even a thought passing through your head.

“Next week.” He tapped his fingers against your hip. “Double again. With me.”

You swallowed hard as his eyes locked on yours. There wasn’t even a second you could pretend to consider it. You just gave him one quick nod.

“Triple,” he added as you started to stand, “if you wear a dress.”

Something dangerous flickered right down between your legs as he sat back on the couch, staring up at you. His hands rested on his thighs while he watched you. He tilted his head as if waiting for an answer, but he hadn’t asked a question.

So you didn’t answer.

You just turned and did your best to leave without thinking about how his eyes were still on you. The whole way. Even as you closed the door, you could feel them burning holes into your back.

You couldn’t go next week. You counted the money and felt a rush of adrenaline hit you.

But triple.

You were gambling with your life. Or at least some part of it. It was already a huge gamble doing what you were. But when you decided to strut down into the basement in a flowy dress that hit your mid-thigh, you were a fucking fool. Triple wasn't worth whatever might happen. Triple wasn't worth what dignity you still had left behind the crumbling wall.

It was almost worth it when you saw Eddie’s eyes flash a bright red when he saw you from across the basement, eyes taking in every newly bare inch of you. Sounds you elected not to think about came around you–sucking, sighing, moaning, whimpering. You took a very calculated step toward Eddie as he sat sprawled in a leather chair near the back corner. Hidden away from the rest.

He tapped his lap, and you took a slow breath before you sat down, legs over his right so you could face him and still see most of the room. You put one hand on his shoulder for balance only. But it was hard to ignore how warm and hard he was under your touch.

“You wore a dress,” he murmured.

"Triple is a hard deal to pass up." You swallowed hard as he glanced down at how your dress bunched up near your lap. "But I also want you to answer a question."

He didn’t look back up. You watched his eyes follow your bare legs all the way down to the strappy but sturdy sandals on your feet and then go all the way back up.

“Aren’t you supposed to say that before you show up in this?”

Yes, but you were working with what you had.

“Answer my question?”

"Ask it, and we'll see." He shifted beneath you before leveling his eyes at you. You almost forgot your question when he looked at you like that. A hint of mischief behind his eyes. But they almost looked…human. More human than any eyes you ever looked into on a vampire before.

Knowing full well what was at stake if you asked the wrong question, you still made yourself say it.

“Why are you warm?”

Eddie’s jaw flicked for a moment before he turned a smile your way.

“Why do you heal so fast?” he returned.

He lifted your wrist as your breath hitched and turned the healed wound up. That’s not normal for any human. It filled the small gap between you as he stared at you. Waiting.

Fine. You glanced down at your lap and cleared your throat. He wasn't going to answer, and neither were you. Yours was too serious of a secret to ever divulge.

“Are you going to feed or not then?” You nudged your wrist closer to him.

“What if I want to feed from a different part of you?”

Your heart thrummed faster as he reached up and tugged your dress just a little bit aside on your shoulder. He'd already gotten you to show up in a dress; you damn well couldn't let him feed from somewhere else. He was already getting his way. He–

His thumb glided over the bare skin, and your mind went blank. It was just for a second, but the warmth that spread out across your body was unexpected and almost addicting.

What the hell was that?

He tapped the curve where your shoulder turned into your neck. Not your jugular. Not even close to it. Just a small sensitive patch of skin that made you squirm on his lap.

“What are your rules on that?”

You always went with places that wouldn’t easily be seen. You wore long sleeves to work every day so your wrists were fine. But your neck area was precarious. Mostly, you said no because it was dangerous and it almost felt…intimate and personal having someone right there. But as Eddie’s hair tickled your skin and he dropped his chin to your shoulder, you struggled to find the right words.

“The prongs would be too deep there,” you lied.

There was a soft flicking sound, and your next breath came choppy when you saw a small blade glint in the faint light. He slid it into your hands and pulled back.

“Then don’t use them.”

You were breathing a little too heavily as you turned the knife over in your hands. A shallow cut was much easier to deal with than the two holes. It'd heal significantly faster, and it wouldn't bleed as fast. It'd be the smarter move.

But it was letting him win.

But he already had won.

“Your fangs don’t touch me.” You gave him a serious glare to match the sternness you hoped came through in your voice.

“They won’t,” he answered.

And for some reason, you trusted him.

So you passed the knife back to him and waited. Waited as he pulled the top of your dress all the way down your arm to expose your entire shoulder. As he gently guided your head to the side and pressed the tip of the blade against your skin. He wrapped an arm around your waist before he carefully glided the knife along, and you squeezed his knee as you felt the pinch of the blade break skin for just a moment before it was closed.

And then Eddie leaned forward and pressed his mouth to you.

He kept his arm around you, and you kept your hand on his knee as he drew his tongue slowly over you. It was different than the others. The others were always starving. They wanted as much blood as fast as they could get it. Eddie, however, with the shallow cut, took his time. It wasn't just him trying to feed as he gently pressed his mouth against the wound. He kissed the sensitive skin. Brought his other hand up, and his thumb pressed into a small knot you had beneath your shoulder blade, massaging gently.

The hand on your hip, as he devoured what you gave him, scrunched up your dress to an almost alarming height.

But you couldn’t find yourself caring about whether your underwear was visible. Far more alarming than any of that was how good it felt. Not the stinging of the wound, that never went away. But the gentle massage, the harsh grip of his hand on your hip, the fact that he seemed to want to savor you.

You started to close your eyes, but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

Until he brought his mouth up to your neck and pressed a kiss beneath your ear.

“Taste so fucking good,” he mused beside your ear. “You don’t mind if I take my time, do you?”

You squeezed his leg a little harder.

You shook your head no.

His grin was noticeable against your neck before he brought his mouth back down to your shoulder. And his other hand? He lowered it, working all the different sore spots throughout your back.

Usually, sessions took ten minutes tops. But as the minutes started to tick by and you barely felt any different–bloodloss-wise–you were left guessing at how long you’d be there. You should’ve had a few more complaints about it, but it was hard when he kept peppering tender kisses in between the massage.

Whatever. You were getting triple, and for the first time in ages, you didn't hate the circumstances. The regret would hit later, and you'd deal with it then. For now, you'd just take whatever he gave you until he was satisfied.

Which, all things considered, was a solid plan.

Until there was movement across the room, and your eyes snagged on Siena's black hair. She hummed as she sank dank between the legs of another human there. She sat on the lap of another vampire–Sophie's, it looked like. And you realized too late that you should probably look away. You caught the skirt being pushed up until the human practically wasn't wearing it. Her shirt was unbuttoned, and Sophie brought her hands around to her covered chest. Fangs sank into the human's neck as Sophie massaged her breasts.

And down between her legs? Siena pressed her fangs into the human’s inner thigh and put her hand on the other leg to keep them open.

You jerked your head back to look at your lap just as Sophie moved one hand down the human’s stomach. Your mind filled in the gaps as a pleading moan joined the rest in the room.

You could hear your heart hammering away all the way up in your ears. Every sound that you tried not to pinpoint coming from those three only became more obvious. Your wall fell to dust inside you, and you squirmed on Eddie's lap. It was a battle not to think about it. You tried not to. You tried really hard.

Not the potent venom coursing through the human’s veins and heightening everything. Not the drag of Siena or Sophie’s tongue across heated skin. Not the feeling of a hand coming up to your chest to cup your tit or another snaking down to touch where you ached. Where you could feel yourself soaking your underwear.

Don’t think about that.

“Watch,” Eddie murmured, coming back up and letting his lips graze your ear. His hand left your hips and grabbed your chin. You couldn’t fight it as he turned you to face the trio on the nearby couch, practically positioned perfectly for you to watch. “You’re allowed.”

A searing kiss was left against your neck as you watched Siena press her mouth to the human's cunt. The woman dropped her head back, both arms held behind her head by Sophie, and her hips moving to get more from Siena. She begged for more as Siena licked slowly. Sucked slowly. Laughed when she pulled back, and the human whimpered.

“How badly do you want it?” she cooed, fingering coming up and rubbing the human’s clit.

“Badly. More than anything. Please.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know….” Siena tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned in. But she didn’t touch her with her mouth. Just ran her fingers over her before exposing her clit and blowing gently on it. The human squirmed and whined again. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

The begs that left the human were barely coherent, and both vampires laughed.

And despite trying not to, you writhed on top of Eddie's lap as Siena lowered her head back to where it was. She leaned her cheek against the human's thigh before running her fingers back over her cunt. She did it for a little while before spreading her and carefully bringing just the tip of her tongue over to the human's clit. Little flicks of her tongue made the human wiggle in Sophie's hold, but Sophie held her still.

It was when Sophie finally lowered her mouth back down to wrap around the human's clit that you realized Eddie had let go of your chin, and his hand was back down. Not on your hip, but your thigh. Where your dress no longer covered. It burned against your skin and his mouth…you gasped when he sucked not near where the cut was, but beneath your ear.

His fingers barely touched your inner thigh, and you felt your legs instinctively part before you could stop them.

Wait.

"Keep watching, and you'll see what I mean," he murmured before he left another searing kiss on your neck. "She likes to play with her food."

As if on cue, just as the human started to drop her head back and murmur a thank you, Siena lifted her head. The human groaned and kicked her legs, but Siena held them still.

“You have to be good to be able to cum, love,” Siena cooed. “Have you been good for us yet?”

The human shook her head no.

“Take her back to Room B,” Siena said, leaning back on her heels. “And we’ll actually give her a chance to be good.”

Sophie carried the human back to a nearby door. You couldn't see what was inside from the quick glimpse, but there were more pressing matters at hand when Siena glanced back in your direction. She licked her lips and dropped her eyes to where Eddie's hand rested on your thigh. Where your legs were now closing because, holy shit, you had one leg hanging off his lap and nothing on underneath your dress.

She stalked over while your heart hammered in your chest, and you almost broke apart when she knelt down in front of you. She didn't touch. But her eyes scanned over your legs.

“Do you wanna join us?”

Your mind blanked at the question. Your senses had fully dulled to anything that wasn’t Eddie touching you. Despite knowing how dangerous that was, you couldn’t get them back. You tried, but every time you did, you were shifting your weight around on his lap and feeling his lips press somewhere new on your neck.

“She’s mine tonight, Siena,” Eddie said from behind you.

“You both can join if you want.” She tilted her head to look back at Eddie. “I think it’d be fun breaking this one in.”

“No.” He pulled back just long enough to look around at Siena. “Now go. You’re going to let Sophie have all the fun without you.”

Siena nodded before disappearing toward the door. Eddie’s mouth returned to where it should’ve been the last few minutes just as the door shut, and you jumped.

“What’s behind the door?”

Of all things you could’ve said, that’s what ended up coming out of your mouth. Not anything sane that would put you back with leverage above him. Nope. You continued to listen to your breathing and heart race while you tried not to squirm too much on his lap. While you prayed for the impossible as you felt your underwear stick to you.

“Stuff that…other humans like to have done to them when we feed.” His mouth grazed the shell of your ear while his hand twitched on your thigh. “We make them feel good while we feel good.”

You swallowed hard, and Eddie didn’t move. He stayed right as he was as you stared at the door.

“So you fuck them,” you said, stating the obvious.

“We do whatever they want us to do to them.” He skimmed his hand higher along your thigh. The light graze sent a sudden ache right to your clit that’d been building since you’d started watching Siena and Sophie with the human. And just when you thought he was going to touch you, he reached up and tugged your dress down. “But they have to tell us first.”

Eddie shifted, and when his hand moved, you felt a wad of cash press into your palm. You whipped around to face him while he stared at you with an innocent look. Every part of you ached as you stared back at him. Your shoulder, your muscles, your cunt.

If you were feeling this needy based on your own bullshit, what the hell had the human felt when she got bit by two vampires?

Wait. You pretended to count the money while staring down at your lap instead. Of all things you could feel there, sitting atop the head of the clan’s lap while horny was the last on your list.

You needed to go. You needed to–

Something wet wiped across your shoulder, and a soft stinging cut through. But then a bandage was put down as Eddie leaned back, and you felt yourself shaking as he carefully applied it.

“Do you want to see what’s in there?” He tenderly ran the tips of his fingers over the bandage before they fell. To your hips.

“No,” you lied. “I want you to answer my question.”

Eddie smirked.

“Answer mine first.”

“I just did. No. I don’t,” you said, not even bothering to try and act smart. You both knew that wasn’t the question he was talking about.

“Come back next week. Same time. Same dress.”

You shifted around on his lap until you had to reach down and keep your dress from rising up again.

“Why would I do that?”

“Cause I’ll show you what’s in the room.”

He stood as you reluctantly did. You’d barely given him half of the normal blood you would someone else and still felt unsteady on your legs. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, hands still on your hips, and he grinned when you clearly didn’t pull away.

“And how it works.”

Your cunt clenched around nothing. It was almost painful having to leave after that. Both for what ached between your legs and the reality hitting you when you got to fresh air. What you’d essentially done down there with him. And no matter how hard you tried during the walk home, you couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth on your neck as you watched Siena. Watched the human writhe and beg to be touched. To cum.

You knew how potent the venom was, but to have that effect?

Swallowing hard, you actually weighed your options.

He'd given you two hundred and seventy dollars for that. If you went one more time and could make that again–or even more–then you could call that your last session with that clan, and you'd be set for the next two or so months. Maybe more if you worked a few extra hours.

You closed your eyes and sighed. Fuck it all. The risk was worth it. And maybe, if you played your cards right, you could figure out why the hell he was a warm vampire.

Doing as he asked, you showed up at the same time, in the same dress, right down in the basement. Things had escalated more than last time, and this time, you actually looked around. Some were just the sounds of satisfied feedings. Others were…similar to what you'd seen with Siena and Sophie.

The bodies were all naked, but there were enough roaming hands and body parts to know. Era even held a vibrator up to a woman who straddled him, pressing the wand hard against her jeans and lapping away at her neck as she came.

Eddie was waiting for you by the door, hands in his pockets, eyes already on you.

He threw it open without any pretense.

“After you.”

"I'm not here to see how it works," you prefaced before walking in. A hard line you had to set, mostly because you didn't trust yourself at this point. A smart one to make when you stepped into the dark room, and Eddie flipped the lights on.

“Just here to show you,” he mused from behind you.

The light illuminated a small room you hadn't expected. A wall with a curtained window cut down the middle, and a closed door sat beside it. There was a lot to take in as you glanced around. Chains mounted to the wall. A table with straps attached all around it. A chest in the corner with a large lock on the front. A collection of different whips, riding crops, and binding options on the wall above it. All kinds of rope, different styles of handcuffs. Everything.

You nodded your head as casually as you could. Weirdly enough, it wasn't the strangest thing you'd seen in a vampire den. Sex sort of went hand in hand with them, but it was never this…thought out.

You followed Eddie over to the window. It wasn’t hard to wonder what was on the other side of the curtain. Still, when he pulled it back slightly for you to peek in, heat slammed against your cheeks when you saw the three in the other room.

Siena straddled the face of a guy strapped to a table. Stripped down to nothing but crotchless underwear, she moved her hips against his tongue with a look of pure bliss on her face. Her hands came up and pinched her pierced nipples before tugging gently on them. And beside the table? Sophie ran her hands up and down his cock, going at an agonizingly slow pace. Precum leaked from the tip, and she just grinned as she leaned down and lapped it up.

She cackled when he moaned and tried to buck his hips up into her mouth, but she pulled back before he could.

“They both like to play with their food,” Eddie said softly. “Do you wanna join them?”

You turned and looked at him like he was an idiot. Your mouth was a little too dry to find the right words to throw at him, but when his mouth kicked up into a smile, he looked back through the curtain and nodded.

"It's the free-use room." He nodded at the table. "When you're strapped down, anyone's free to go in and fuck with you. Or fuck you."

You felt his eyes follow the curve of your face.

“It’s Siena and Sophie’s favorite room.”

You swallowed hard and forced yourself to look away, even when the urge to keep watching stayed. You almost did; then Sophie moved to grab a toy from a chest in there, and she moved around to shove Siena forward. You turned your back just before Siena fell in the direction of the window and could see you and Eddie watching.

You faced the chains on the wall and took a deep breath.

“I wanna know why you’re different.” You couldn’t face him when every part of you felt alight. “That’s the only reason I came.”

"No." He walked up behind you, and his mouth somehow ended up near your ear. "You came because you wanted the easy money, too."

It was easy to turn a glare his way. Harder to keep it going when he walked to lean against the metal table. He played idly with one of the straps while watching you.

"Tell me why you can heal like a vampire, and I'll tell you why I'm not one." He held up his head. "Well, half.”

Your heart pounded hard in your chest. Turn around. That was enough of an answer. He was half of a vampire. Answer enough. Curiosity settled. Move on. But the way he watched you made your hands shake and your knees weak. He cocked his head and continued to play with the velcro wrist strap.

But you didn’t answer him. And Eddie, in return, just smiled.

“Come here and sit.” He slapped the top of the table. His metal rings clinked against it. “And we’ll make a different deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

"Same kind as always." He tapped his fingers on the edge. "I'm hungry, and you want money. Pretty simple deal."

So you sauntered over. Fine. Twenty minutes out of your night, and then you were gone forever. Worth it for a couple hundred bucks. It was easy money.

You hopped up on the table and stared at Eddie. Waiting.

“And I can feed where I’d like?”

You took a very careful breath while trying to ignore the freezing metal beneath you and the sounds now coming louder through the wall in front of you.

“For the right price.”

Words you never thought you'd say. But there they were, and you weren't about to take them back. If he wanted to be an asshole, fine. You'd milk him for all he was worth.

He shifted, and you parted your legs as he walked between them. One hand went up your thigh, and you had your eyes glued to it as it pressed your dress back. Your pink underwear was bared as he squeezed your upper thigh. Two fingers tapped right inside. A few inches away from your cunt.

“Here.” He reached across and grabbed one of the ankle cuffs. “And these. To keep you still. I’d hate to accidentally pick you with my fangs.”

He leveled his gaze at you. A goddamn dare. A fire roared in your stomach and sank down between your legs that you blatantly tried to ignore.

“Fine.” You shifted on the table a bit. “For five hundred.”

Eddie turned a massive grin at you. He gave you no verbal answer. Just started to put the cuffs around your ankles and pulled them taut. The position brought you to balance against the edge of the table when both ankles were done, and even when you tried to move your legs, the table just creaked.

“Six hundred,” he said as he experimentally wrapped two cuffs around your knees to keep them still.

After a second, you nodded. They dug roughly into your skin when he attached them.

"Do you want any entertainment again?" He stepped back toward the curtain, and your pulse flicked higher as he started to pull them back. "Don't worry, it's one way. They can't see in."

Your immediate lack of a no brought him to pull the curtains open, and you felt ready to burst. Sophie slowly rode the human while Siena fucked herself with a toy on a nearby chair. The position she was in, though, leaning her chest onto the chair, positioned her back so you could see everything.

You jumped when you felt the sudden soft stinging of the knife pressing against your leg. And as you watched Sophie sink down on the stranger’s cock, Eddie’s tongue lapped as the trickle of blood.

Oh, fuck.

You squirmed as the faint stubble on his jaw scraped your thigh. He was so close to your cunt, his shoulder almost nudged it a few times as he pressed harder against your thigh. Like he needed your blood to live. He did the same as he did last time. He sucked and kissed the sensitive skin around it. Lapped up the blood while his hands went elsewhere.

One pressed grabbed hard onto your thigh just beside his mouth. The other reached over and held the other one open as if he needed to.

Maybe he did. Even with the restraints, you felt yourself writhing around on the edge of the table.

Focus. You squeezed the edge of the table and closed your eyes. Focus on the right thing. On lowering your heartbeat. On keeping still. On forgetting the scene happening in the room in front of you. On Eddie’s tongue dragging against your skin. No. Wrong move. It was super wrong.

His fingers pressed into your thighs as they skated up higher.

You held onto the table a little harder.

Five hundred for this was easy. So easy. All he was doing was feeding from your thigh. He might’ve been close to your cunt, but that’s all it was–him being close. Nothing more, nothing less. He was just…feeding.

All you had to do was wait it out.

Except every movement he made brought that crumbled wall down even further. It turned to dust. Ground into fine grains that got picked up by even the slightest gust of wind. They twisted in a tornado that came in a hot breath and warm, calloused hands, and suddenly, your hand was in his hair.

Your heart lodged itself hard in your throat as you stared down at him, his red eyes glinting and glowing. Blood colored his lips and trickled down his chin before he licked to clean them. His fiery breath hit where the small cut continued to slightly bleed.

There was no way in hell a half-human, half-vampire could ever be the leader of a clan.

You tightened your hold on his hair and watched his mouth part while he licked his fangs. Sharp. Dangerous. Very dangerous.

Your heart started to beat faster. Faster than it should have been when he was right there. When he could hear it. When he could see your breathing increase. Even trying to still your movements so he wouldn't see them, he'd know. He knew.

“Would you prefer to guide me?” He tilted his head back and kept those red eyes right on you. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re too interesting.”

“Relieving,” you muttered, voice cracked around the edges.

He wasn’t human. Not exactly a thought that’d normally make you panic in a den full of vampires. But with him…sometimes not knowing was better. But not knowing now was dangerous. Beyond dangerous.

“Lead me,” he murmured. His eyes dropped to where your blood continued to drip. “Just don’t taunt me.”

Five hundred, and you were done with this clan. That was it. He just had to finish feeding.

Your next breath was slow and unsteady, but you took it anyway. And you carefully lowered Eddie's head back down to your thigh. Just close enough to where he could lick up the blood. Just far enough that there was space between you and him in between licks.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” Eddie’s hands twitched on your thighs before he went back in for another taste. His eyes were back on yours as he licked his lips. “That why you set your pretty rules?”

“Shut up and eat,” was what you wanted to say. But you weren’t that big of a fool.

“I set them to prevent things like this from happening,” you said instead. For some reason.

“Like what?” He pressed his cheek to your thigh and dragged two fingers against your thigh underneath your cut. He swirled his tongue around them to lick them clean.

“Being restrained in a room with a dangerous being who uses money to coerce me into doing whatever he wants.” You dug your nails into his scalp a little more when the next drag of his fingers went a little higher. A little closer to your cunt. “I’ve never been this dumb before.”

“We all have our moments.” He flashed you a smile. “But I don’t like the idea of…coercion.” He pursed his lips while his fingers continued to drag against your thigh. “Do you want me to stop?”

A deep breath filled your lungs as you stared down at him. His eyes were so dangerously red, you felt something flicker deep in your stomach.

"How about I make it up to you?" He leaned forward and draped his arms over your legs as much as he could with you like that. His chin rested on them as he peered up at you just in front of your stomach. One hand went back and procured a wad of money from his pocket, and he dropped it on the table. "Six hundred."

You looked first at the wad and then back to him. Your heart skipped a little faster.

“Okay,” you stated plainly. “And?”

There was more. There always seemed to be more with him. Always seemed to be something extra or different or rule-breaking.

“And you tell me where you want my mouth next.” He wrapped your dress up around his fingers. Your underwear was already exposed to him, but having his face right there while your dress was practically pulled up was a whole different notion. “And I’ll stay there until you can’t handle it anymore.”

He rolled his head the other way and pursed his lips.

“Fangs won’t touch you. Promise.” He leaned back just enough to see his chest. “Cross my heart.”

He did the motion wrong before slumping back. His eyes trailed over you from head to toe almost lazily. He seemed to just watch. Waited.

You, however, swallowed hard.

“Is that a command or an option?” You watched his mouth quirk into another smile. “Because I’ll take the six hundred and leave. Easy money.”

“Then go.” He reached up and played with the cuff around your ankle. And when you heard the velcro start to come undone, you took the win. Forget Sophie, Siena, and the guy in the room mid-fuck. Forget the whole den and the clan and even Eddie. Forget the throbbing that circled your clit the longer you stayed there or the longer you thought about Eddie’s tongue dragging along a different section of skin.

Forget about the danger brewing within that at what the hell Eddie was.

"Or stay, and I'll tell you the truth." He leaned his head back against your knee and batted his lashes at you. "But you have to stay until I'm done."

Bastard. You kept your eyes glued to him. He waited, his own gaze locked on yours. Blinked slowly, eyebrows raised, a look of innocence plastered on features that innocence would never be found. The events in the room in front of you were non-existent then. When his hand started to skate up and down your leg, the space around you shrank, and it just became you two.

Just became him.

Who the hell was he?

What the hell was he?

The danger sirens were signaling in your brain. Just take the money and go. Who gave a damn about your curiosity? You'd crossed every line you could with yourself because of him. Thin ice sat beneath you, and it cracked with every second you waited to respond. The red in his eyes showed again as he turned his head and pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee.

Fuck everything.

You held out your hand and grabbed Eddie by his hair again.

“Fine. But my hand stays here.”

His smirk was sinful as he started to kiss along your thigh. Warm, sloppy, wet kisses that felt like they were meant to be somewhere else. The drag of his tongue across the sensitive skin, the faint nipping of his teeth–without his fangs–made you jump, and when his hand came back up to support himself, it went right beside your cunt.

He went full into devouring what he could. Like what little blood that left the wound was all he’d ever get. But he was still fairly gentle. Surprisingly so. That was the one significant downfall of not letting a vampire bite you. You were used to the soreness in your wrist during and after feeding. But on your shoulder and thigh? You had your jaw clenched a little more than usual.

You still cursed when his tongue went over the cut directly, and a sharp pain coursed through you. Just the one word, but you were so good at not letting it happen that you wanted to take it back the second you said it. Letting him know it'd hurt–letting him know anything he did had any kind of effect on you–wasn't in the books.

Hence why you shouldn’t have come back the second time.

“Fuck.” Your nails dug into his scalp a little more as you winced. But you didn’t pull him back.

You didn’t need to.

Eddie leaned his cheek against your leg once more and licked his lips.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

Your hips moved on their own when you felt his hand shift around right beside your cunt. The tips of his fingers practically glided underneath the elastic on your hip and splayed over you. His thumb, however, stayed right atop the stretching elastic going right between your legs.

“There’s an easy fix to that, you know.”

“You’re not biting me,” you shot back.

Eddie shook his head, and you watched his hair move. He went back in for another lick just beneath the cut.

“I’m talking about a different kind of fix.” You jolted when his thumb traced the line of elastic up and down. Never further than that. Never out over the crotch. Never to where you’d started to soak. “A…distraction.”

He double-teamed your senses. As his thumb traced the elastic, he brought his mouth back down to your thigh. Light nibbles went across the tender skin in between wet kisses. His tongue soothed the sore spots, and his other hand massaged your upper thigh gently. The faint stubble scraped, and his warm breath tickled.

And after a tentative moment, while your mouth parted and your hands squeezed a little harder in his hair, his hand moved. You were about to say his name when his thumb grazed your clit. Just a light, little touch. A swipe across your underwear. A feather’s worth of pressure. But it was more than enough to send a desperate relief through every inch of you.

One that made your legs twitch in the restraints and hands in his hair.

“Eddie,” you said dangerously.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said my name,” he cooed against your leg. He moved his thumb a little faster. The damp crotch of your underwear pressed to your cunt in the process, and you could really feel it all. Your head fell forward as his tongue went back over the wound with a little more pressure.

Pain and pleasure–what a strange mix.

You said his name again when your hips tried to buck subconsciously. But the touch just…it felt so good. So nice. So addictive. It taunted every attempt you tried to make at speaking. He switched up his tactics too–dragging over it side-to-side, up and down, clockwise and counterclockwise. Faster, slower, making your hips try and wiggle to do it yourself.

It's when you felt yourself get a little lightheaded that you realized how long you'd let him go on. In the room, the three were already done and cleaning up. Between your legs, Eddie was kissing your thigh and only kissing. Your underwear was sufficiently ruined, and your clit ached under every touch he gave you. Not enough to get you there, but enough to make you blink through the haze as your legs shook and realize what'd happened.

Your eyes fell to his, and his smile was dangerous, mischievous, and almost innocent when he looked back at you.

“Hm?” he asked, batting his long black lashes.

Between quick breaths, you moved your hand and grabbed his wrist. Held it tight, but as he started to move his thumb the way that made you see stars, you couldn’t bring yourself to move it.

You cursed again. Even when you desperately tried to keep it subdued.

“This…this….” You tried to get the words out, but fuck, he felt so good. “Fuck.”

His mouth kissed its way up to your inner thigh. As close as he could get to you without touching your cunt. His hair draped over your leg, his other hand came up and tugged up on your underwear. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he teased your clit a little more.

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to your clit through your underwear.

“No.”

Eddie laughed and pressed a harder kiss, his tongue rolling hard against your clit only before being swapped back with his thumb.

“Do you trust me to make you feel as good as you make me?” He hooked his fingers around the crotch of your underwear, but didn’t move. He waited, eyes on you. Red flickered in them even brighter than before.

“You said until you were done,” you murmured, feeling the backs of his fingers barely graze your cunt. Even that made a shiver go down your spine.

“I did.” He dropped his eyes to your cunt. “I’m not. I wanna hear you scream.”

Gradually, with a steady hand, he pulled your underwear aside. Slow movement told you he was waiting for you to jerk his head back, to yell his name, to potentially get a stake and swing it at him. But as the rushing air in the room hit your bare cunt and his fingers ran over it–you were entranced. Every possible bad consequence from this coursed through you. But you were leaving at this anyway. Done with the clan. Done with him.

So why not let him bring his mouth to your clit?

Oh, holy fuck.

A match dropped into a bonfire. You burned the second his tongue lapped at your clit. He licked every inch of you, per your guidance, via his hair or his own prerogative. He tasted you like he tasted when he fed. Long licks, short, quick and slow. Sucking softly on the sensitive skin and adding in the sharpness of his teeth, which made you jerk against the cuffs.

The whole table moved when he dropped his mouth down, and his tongue dipped inside you. His fingers went to your clit, and both massaged while your head fell back. With twitching hips and moans you couldn't keep back, you clamped your eyes shut and gave just a hair of trust to him.

His mouth was back on your clit when your thighs started to shake. He hummed, sending the vibrations right to the spot that made your walls clench. It brought about the frustrating yearning to have something inside you. Anything. But you barely managed to bite that back. This was already beyond anything you could take back. Asking him to fuck you was still coherently off the list of possibilities.

Still, as the need increased with the tightening of the coil in your stomach, you held Eddie closer. Had his hair practically wrapped around your fingers in a vice grip as he devoured you like it was the only sustenance he needed to live.

And as the vulgar sounds filled the room, it was like all boxes had suddenly been checked, and you felt your orgasm barrel toward you. There wasn't much of a warning besides the fluttering of your walls, and then your hips were jutting forward, and Eddie was beaming against you. He lapped up everything you gave him: the rolling of your hips, the harsh grip in his hair that held him firm against you, the needy whimpers and gasps that came with every drag of his tongue. Over and over; he stayed right where you needed him as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue.

His goddamn talented tongue.

Holy fuck. You felt the stars that seemed to rotate around you, every inch of you buzzing and tingling and burning. Every sense felt alight as you came. Even as you panted and shivered.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was old instinct. But when he pulled back, tipped his chin up, and grinned at you while licking his lips, you pulled up. There wasn't anywhere for you to go, so you brought him to you. Brought his mouth to yours and felt everything continue to burn as he kissed you.

You tasted yourself on his tongue while his arms wrapped around you. A tight, all-encompassing hold before his hands roamed along where they could reach. The curve of his body was addictive. The drag of his hands against your sides, back, shoulders, too. The dip of his tongue in your mouth, the ferocity, animalistic nature of the kiss.

You didn't even hear the trio leave through the nearby door until Siena's voice cut through the room inaudibly, and Eddie barked back a no.

“This one’s mine.”

Need stirred worse than before, and you couldn't wrap your head around anything except where he touched you. How his mouth trailed along your jaw as the rough fabric of his jeans scraped your inner thighs. There was barely any soreness where you knew the cut was, and you gave him credit where it was due–this was distracting.

A whole-body buzzing distraction that only worsened when his mouth trailed along your neck. If it wasn't for the little nagging itch in the back of your head, you probably would've let him fuck you. A worrisome realization when he drew a moan from you as he kissed beneath your ear. He got a gasp out of you when a hand came up and palmed your chest over your dress, and he squeezed.

The line had become so blurred, you’d let it get this far. Farther than you ever, ever should have. But when he touched you…

Damn it.

Your fingers grazed his belt, and you pulled them back.

You couldn’t go that far.

You sputtered out his name. Just take the six hundred, the orgasm, the mistakes, and go. Go. You couldn’t get in any deeper. This wasn’t a chance to fuck around and experiment anymore. You were done. This was done. This–

Eddie’s fingers pinched your nipple through your bra before he lifted his mouth from your neck. But he didn’t step back. You felt his breath fan against your burning skin while his hands slowly skated down to your thighs.

You twitched when he jerked the velcro open on the cuffs.

“My dad,” he murmured, mouth occasionally grazing your neck. “Was a vampire. Real piece of shit one.”

He jerked the next cuff open, and the relief gave way over your skin.

“My mom, though….” He loosened the straps. “Not a human.” He pulled them off. “Not a vampire.”

His fingers grazed against your cunt as he righted your underwear. He came around to give you a little smile while he leaned forward. His nose grazed yours before his mouth just gave you the lightest press to your swollen lips.

“She was a succubus.” His grin spread against your lips before he pulled back. “Don’t ask me the logistics.”

Your heart, you were fairly certain, went still in your chest as he stepped back. He tugged down the bottom of your dress and kept that dangerous mixture of sweet and smug drawn right at you. His eyes glowed a bright red in the dim lighting, and he scratched his jaw while watching you.

Watching it sink in.

Watching you try to act like the information meant nothing.

Except if there was any group more dangerous than vampires to get involved with, demons were right at the top of the list. Dangerous, mischievous, and merciless.

You hadn't just fucked up; you fucked up beyond repair because….

“Six hundred,” he mused. “Same time next week?”

“No.” You gripped the edge of the table so you hoped the shaking in your voice wouldn’t be heard. “I’m done.”

Eddie tilted his head and shrugged.

“Okay.” He pursed his lips before another smile took over. “But nobody’s ever going to make you feel that good or cum that hard again.”

He did a quick once over from where you sat with your legs still open all the way up to where your jaw was clenched hard. You swallowed as he took another step back toward the door.

“If you miss next week, I won’t let you in so easily when you do come crawling back.”

You jerked the door open and spun, his back turned and his other hand going up to wave.

“See you next week,” he called before shutting you into the room.

You stared down at your lap, at your hands, at the burning that already seemed to build low underneath your skin. Every decision you made up until that point had a return option. And Eddie could be bluffing just to torment you. You could go home, wake up tomorrow, the next day, the day after–the next few months–and feel nothing. But you weren’t a goddamn fool.

Ever being had their lasting effects. Certain vampires had venom that could never ever be compared to. Some witches had magic that just always worked. And demons had a possessive touch. And if Eddie was telling the truth about his lineage…

You took a very slow breath and closed your eyes.

Well, you’d just have to wait and see, wouldn’t you?

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Oh, Pretty Woman...

Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word count: roughly 5.5K

Y/N Henderson has been away from Hawkins for a while…but she’s come home only to realize her long held feelings for Steve Harrington. So when he invites her over for their usual dinner making hang out, things play out a bit differently than usual.

Warnings: NSFW (mdni), terms of endearment, fluffy Steve, slight season 3 spoiler (Robin has a partner), one OC (Jude), very fluffy smut, watching of Pretty Woman, not proof read.

Author’s note: Ok this has been a long time coming BUT I wanted to make sure it was everything I wanted it to be before posting! Enjoy some very fluffy Steve smut!

Y/N had been pacing back and forth all afternoon. She was overthinking this. She was totally overthinking this.

“It’s just movie night and dinner,” she said aloud as she help up her outfit options, “Like you used to do…Stop being so…ugh.” Finally, she realized there was only one thing to fix this. She walked over, picked up her phone, and dialed the number she knew by heart.

“Hello, this is Jude?��

“Hey, it’s Y/N,” Y/N said as she flopped down onto her bed, knowing they would set her straight if she was spinning out about this and not seeing it for what it was.

“Holy shit what’s wrong?” They sat on their bed, hearing their friend’s heart beat practically echo through the phone.

“Nothing ... .ok um…” Y/N tried to think of how to start this, “You know Steve and I make dinner together whenever I’m visiting town?”

“Oh my god,” Jude sat back on their bed. “Yes? Are you seeing him?” Jude’s brows were raised as Robin came in to water the plants in their bedroom. “Seeing Steve I mean.” They whispered to no avail, because Robin heard everything.

“Steve?” She asked. Jude motioned for them to be quiet.

“Oh god is Robin there?” Y/N asked as she could hear another voice, wanting to crawl up in a hole because if Robin knew she was overreacting she was totally gonna tell Steve.

“Hang on,” They tried to comfort Y/N. “Robin, honey, I need a moment.”

“No, no it’s fine as long as she swears not to mention this to Steve, ever,” Y/N said, emphasis on the ever.

“No,” Jude said. “Robin, you know I love you. But I need a moment with my sister.” Robin nodded, ruffling Jude’s hair as she walked out of their tiny bedroom, closing the door. “Tell me.”

“Ok so Steve invited me over to do like dinner and stuff which we do a lot when I’m home since he can’t cook, well he couldn’t cook when we started,” Y/N rambled, “He’s actually really good now when he tries-”

“Okay Y/N, sweetie, get to the meat.” Jude was waiting with baited breath to hear what she said.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N finally admitted, “To go over. I’m nervous.”

“And….is this… a new thing? You said you’ve been going over for a while now.”

“Yeah the nerves are new,” Y/N said with a sigh as she moved to look at the outfits she had been deciding between, “I mean it’s the first time we’ve hung out in a while and…I wasn’t nervous then but I am now. I mean, Jude, I’ve been through every outfit in my closet, I’ve showered and like an everything shower, and….ugh!”

“Oh god, an everything shower?” Their tone, usually mocking, was warm. “Well…are you planning…well let me rephrase. Do you want something to happen tonight?”

“What?” Y/N asked, the thought suddenly coming to her mind, “I…oh my god…I….”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” Y/N said honestly, “I…I really hadn’t thought about it because I was so busy with stuff,” a lie, Y/N had thought about Steve every day, “but…it would explain a lot of things.”

“THINGS??” Jude sat up. “HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?? THINGS??”

“I mean,” she thought for a second before going, “I don’t know! I mean I’ve always thought Steve was handsome, he’s a good looking dude, everyone thinks Steve is handsome. And like sure there have been little moments where I wondered, what if, but I…I never really thought about liking him in that way but…then we were making dinner for the first time and he got that little smile and…and I fell for him. Deep and hard and- well not like that! But I just…I’m smitten Jude!”

“I mean he has been a rock for you after everything,” Jude nodded totally following, “And he’s a good guy. He’s funny and awkward and charming and he…definitely cares for you. You two danced and-”

“But what if he’s changed his mind?” Y/N asked as she flopped down on the bed, “What if I go over there and he’s totally moved on and doesn’t feel the same way and now it’s like starting over from scratch or worse, what if he just wants to be friends and I have to bury it all down again?! Maybe he doesn’t feel that way and maybe he…I mean…I like him so much and I have since…jesus the seventh grade? On and off and…Jude what do I do?”

“Oh Y/N,” Their voice consoling, for once no mockery. “You gotta go for it. You gotta. You have something special with him whether it’s romantic or not. And look at Robin and his friendship. They are still super close even after he confessed his feelings. He’ll always be there for you.” Relief did wash through Y/N in this moment only to be replaced by a new kind of trepidation.

“Then what do I wear?” Jude cackled at their friend’s nervousness, finally indulging.

“What are your options?” Jude said through laughter.

The drive there was also easy with the radio on blast. Even the way up to Steve’s apartment was easy…it was knocking on the door that was hard. But she did it. And then she waited.

Steve jumped and blew out the candle he lit. It’s not like that. Well maybe it’s like that. But remember what you’ve practiced. Follow her lead. See where she's at and make sure she feels the same still. He jumped to get the door, swinging the towel over his shoulder before opening the door.

“Hey,” His jaw hung open slightly, seeing Y/N. Why the fuck did I blow out that candle? “You look beautiful.” Fuck that was way too forward. Can’t take it back now. He scratched the back of his head before backing up and letting her in.

“Thank you,” She said, her voice so much shakier than she wanted it to be as she struggled to meet his gaze. She came in and kicked her shoes off as she always did out of respect. The lights had been dimmed significantly and there was already something cooking, as the room smelled of rich vivacious flavor.

“Steve that smells incredible!” Y/N said as Steve shut the door, “What are you making?”

“ I just made Penne Rosa,” He shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing in the world. Y/N just turned and looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

“I leave for what…three months and suddenly you’ve gone world class chef on me?” She teased with a smirk, “Steve, there will be no point to me coming over if you can suddenly cook better than I can! Jeez.”

“Hey now Y/N, just accept that I am officially allowed to be better than you at something,” He grabbed the spoon and offered her a taste. Y/N was far too excited for a taste as she followed him into the kitchen. Steve dipped the spoon into the sauce, got a bit, and without thinking much about it blew on the spoon to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot before passing it over to her. Y/N beamed as she took the spoon and popped it into her mouth letting out a hum in reply.

“Oh my god that’s so good,” she praised.

“You like it?” He beamed. “ I can relax now.”

“Like it? Steve that is the best sauce I have had maybe ever,” she said with a little sigh, “Oh that’s so good, wow.” He watched her enjoy it, before having to distract himself with his sauce.

“The bread I got from a bakery because I didn’t have time to bake any. If you could cut some into slices that would be wonderful.”

“Of course,” she beamed, happy for a task to do as she pulled the bread knife from his drawer where she knew it would be, “So…have you been seeing anyone?” Steve dropped his spoon, splattering sauce on the ground.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” He exclaimed, immediately getting down to wipe his mess. “Uh, no. No I haven’t been. You?”

“No,” Y/N said as she passed him a paper towel, “I um…I haven’t been either.”

“Oh,” Steve stood up and slung his towel over his shoulder, watching her back as she intently cut the bread. “Huh.” He went back to his sauce, stirring for a minute before finally giving in.

“So,” Y/N turned to look at him again, facing him fully this time, trying to break the tension she had somewhat created though she was thankful for the relief that he was still single, “What else is new?”

“Same old, same old”. He turned off the burden, allowing the sauce to still cook without the fire. “Nothing much to do other than work. Things just aren’t the same without you here.” Y/N’s cheeks went red and Steve smiled, confidence surging through him that spark was still there.

“How’s my brother been?” Y/N asked as she watched him work for a moment, noting how at peace she felt here, with him.

“He’s the same as usual too,” Steve scoffed, “Cocky.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Y/N teased, “You gave him your hair products and since then-”

“Woah, woah, don’t blame the hair,” Steve said as he pointed to his favorite feature, “The hair is not the problem!”

“I’m just saying,” Y/N chuckled, “The hair and you being around boosted his ego…but it’s nice. Except the cat thing when he’s flirting.” Steve cringed at the memory of Dustin doing the “rrrrr” sound he so often did.

“Yeah I was kinda waiting for him to grow out of that.” The pair both fell into laughter at the thought of Dustin - someone they both held dear - only being brought back by Y/N asking, “Can I do anything else for you?”

“Just enjoy yourself,” He smiled at her. “Actually, if you could get the wine out of the fridge…..I might have splurged because you’re back.”

“Steve,” Y/N said as she cooed his name on her way to the fridge, “Don’t splurge on my account! I’m just happy to get to spend time with you.”

“Welp, I should have kept the receipt then.” He plated the pasta. “ Oh, speaking of splurging...you’re gonna hate this,” He smirked.

“Steve Harrington,” Y/N put the hand not holding the bottle of wine on her hip as she looked at him with mock scolding, “What did you do?”

“I got Pretty Woman, definitely not because it’s your favorite movie. I just happened to be available at Family Video and I had Keith hold it all day for me.” Y/N literally melted on the spot. She just looked at this man and she knew she was down bad. She had no words and could only smile at him, like he had hung the moon. “Y/N? Hello Y/N?”

“Well I mean,” She started, coming back to earth with a blush on her cheeks, “If you went through all that effort, I suppose we just have to watch it, now don’t we?”

“I guess so,” He handed her a plate. “Listen it’s a special occasion so if you don’t like the pasta we can order take out. I will not judge or be offended.”

“Steve, I will love anything you make because you made it,” shit, she thought, that was a lot…but I can’t unsay it. So she just walked over and set the bottle of wine down on the table and got two glasses - the only two he had - out of the cabinet. He brought both plates out to his tiny dining room table, practically only enough for two. But she was the only other person other than Robin who ate here, so it didn’t really matter. As they sat to eat, he couldn’t help but feel at peace. He couldn’t help but feel like spending the rest of his life in Hawkins wouldn't be so bad. Maybe getting out every now and then with her wouldn't be that bad. As long as they had a van to drive around in.

The pair finished dinner and Y/N was up, taking Steve’s plate to wash it before he could get a word of protest in.

“You cooked, I’ll clean,” she had said before he could speak, “That’s how this works.” He smiled, sort of relieved that he could rest for a moment. He chose to watch her do the dishes, not in a creepy way. You’re being creepy. He looked away, going to set up the movie.

“Is it okay if I start it? You might just miss the opening.”

“I am so sure I have this movie memorized by now so feel free,” Y/N called from the kitchen as she continued to clean, making sure everything was dried and put away before joining Steve on the couch.

Soon enough the two were invested in the action, Julia Roberts walking down the street to Pretty Woman, one of Steve’s all time favorite songs. He felt the couch shift ever so slightly as Y/N pulled her feet up, getting even cozier on the couch and moving closer to him as a result. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Should I put an arm around her?

“I love this song,” He said. Smooth.

“Me too,” she said with a nod. The next pan had the pair watching as Julia Roberts caught sight of the store she had been turned away from earlier in the film…the same attendant on shift.

“This is my favorite part,” Steve whispered.

“You have a favorite part?” Y/N whispered back.

“Of course I have a favorite part. This movie is iconic. How uncultured do you think I am?” He nudged.

“Well between dinner and your choice in film clearly I have given you less credit than you deserve,” she shot back with a smile. He turned to her, not expecting such a genuine statement, and watched the warm glow of the TV flicker against her face. It was soothing in a way. He felt a warm rise up into his face and quickly turned away. Get a grip Steve.

“Hi. Do you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“I was in here yesterday, you wouldn’t wait on me.”

Steve sat up straighter, hitting her thigh with excitement.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement.

“Oh.”

“You work on commission right?”

“Ah yes.”

“Big mistake. Big,” The pair said at the exact same time. “Huge.” They looked at each other, their smiles faded and replaced with something else. Something deeper.

And with that, Steve shifted his position on the couch, grabbed Y/N’s face, and pressed a long awaited kiss on her lips, finally. He had been thinking about kissing her from the day she kissed him when they were in the seventh grade. A quick peck, a bet, not a real kiss. It wasn’t fair she had kissed him first and that it was so short, not even enough time to blink. He knew that someday when he got to kiss her again, he’d cherish every moment of it.

Y/N’s eyes went wide for a second, in shock that this was occurring before leaning in, totally reciprocating. She couldn’t help herself, deepening the kiss to prove it was real by placing a hand ever so slightly in Steve’s hair, her fingers running to his roots. Holy shit.

They moved closer and closer together, continuing to kiss, neither pulling away for air for fear that if they stopped for even a second the other would disappear back into real life once more. Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest as both their hands wandered, trying to touch everything all at once but also so unsure on where to put their hands. At this point she was basically sitting just to the side of Steve’s lap but he wanted her, needed her closer. In one solid motion, he pulled her into his lap, his hands roaming her body. There was urgency to both of their movements, both allowing soft moans to fall at how nicely they fit together. As much as Steve wanted to treasure each and every second, kissing her like she was his life support, he couldn’t help his hands from coming to rest on her ass. He used the next leverage to pull them even closer into each other which drew a gasp from Y/N - finally making him pull away.

“You alright?” He asked breathlessly.

“God, yes,” Y/N moaned as she kissed him again, keeping her hands in his hair, “Fuck Steve, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” Steve swore as her begging without him even having to ask, instinctively grinding his hips against her. The whimper she let out had him on the verge and they were both still fully clothed. Her legs coming to wrap around his waist so that she could feel even closer to him was the nail in the coffin. He needed her. Now.

Steve broke away from the kiss only for a moment but Y/N didn’t cease, beginning to kiss up and down his neck until she found a spot that made him groan. She focused on it with a fervor as Steve brought his hands up to the top button of her dress since the whole thing was a button down. He kept his hands there as a “May I?” and when Y/N pulled back to nod at him, he didn’t hesitate. Steve went back to kissing her as he slowly unbuttoned her dress, bit by bit, wanting to not look until he was fully done. This proved to be a difficult task too but luckily Y/N helped him out, starting at the bottom as he made his way down. The second their hands met and the last button was undone, Steve couldn’t help but to break their kiss to look at her. His hands came to rest on her hips as he pulled away, sucking in a sharp breath. Steve had never been one to believe in God but to see the woman he had been chasing after for years undressed in his lap wearing lingerie- and Jesus Christ not just any lingerie. His favorite kind.

It was a light blue and mesh material, almost completely see through other than being covered in beautifully detailed lace flowers. Again, Steve Harrington was pretty sure he didn’t believe in God but seeing Y/N looking better than any porno he had ever even dreamed up - he was ready to start praying.

“Is…is it ok?” Y/N asked quietly as she looked at Steve, her hands moving to her lap as she fidgeted with them, unsure of what to do. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it and I know I um…I don’t look like a lot of the girls you’ve been with but-” Steve kissed her so hard and fast, one of his hands moving from her hips to tangle in her hair in an effort to keep her from falling off his lap with the force he kissed her with. He needed her to know, to feel how much he wanted her. How much it had always been her.

“You, Y/N Henderson,” he whispered after pulling away, “Are the most stunning person I have ever seen in my life.” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she took in his compliment. How was this the same Steve she had known all her life? The Steve who didn’t know how to give genuine compliments so didn’t? The Steve who Robin constantly complained acted like a twelve year old boy and couldn’t say anything other than boobies?

“And holy fuck,” Steve swore as he brought his hands up to her waist, just underneath her breast as he ran his thumb ever so gently over the lace.

“You can touch me, Steve,” Y/N said gently as she brought her hand up to rest over top of his, “Please…please touch me.”

“Fuck,” Steve swore under his breath as he didn’t think twice moving his hand up to cup her breast in his hand, marveling at how she felt under his touch. Y/N ground her hips against his with a little whimper and he fucking lost it. He pushed the dress off her shoulders so she was truly in nothing but her underwear before pulling off his shirt, not wanting her to feel like she was the only one undressed. Y/N admired him as he did and felt her heart skip a beat. Steve had filled out. He had always been a decently broad guy but the second he had allowed himself to breathe and live his life instead of merely trying to survive from disaster to disaster he had grown softer instead of being lean muscle. The muscle was underneath but he had become a bit self conscious about the additional mass.

“Is that why girls don’t like me?” He had asked Robin as they passed a joint between them, “Because I’ve…”

“Nah,” Robin had replied with a shrug, “If anything that would help your case. Like the chest hair. Girls like you just fine, you just don’t like them.”

“That’s not true-”

“Yes it is,” Robin had cut him off, “Because none of them are Y/N Henderson.”

He had laughed then but as he had her on his lap, looking at him like he had brought the sunlight back to her dark world, he knew Robin was right. No one had ever compared to her, no one ever could.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” the words flew from Steve’s mouth before he knew what he was saying, “You don’t even know.” He wanted to take the confession back, afraid she'd vanish despite the grip he had on her hips but she didn’t. Instead she turned her gaze back to his face and leaned in, going to press a kiss to his lips but she stopped just short.

“I know because I’ve wanted you just as much.” With that her lips connected with his again and it felt like the sky burst open. He pulled her closer than he thought possible, her hands coming to tangle in his hair as they kissed, rough and messy, teeth clashing as they both took what they had so desperately wanted. While Y/N was content with her hands tangled in Steve’s soft hair, Steve’s hands explored every inch of her exposed skin, one arm wrapping around her low back to keep the two of them rocking against each other with abandon. Y/N’s soft moans and the feel of her lips against his had Steve barreling towards the edge with shocking speed but he knew he didn’t want to finish still dressed on the couch. No, he wanted to be in her.

“Y/N,” He pulled away, the pair both breathing heavily, “I want to-”

“Me too,” Y/N breathed heavily as she looked at him, hands moving to caress his face and press kisses to his neck, “Your room?” She didn’t have to ask him twice, Steve’s hands coming to hold her ass as he picked her up. Y/N swore Steve took only three strides before she found herself pressed underneath him in his bed, his lips already back on hers. Her nails raked up and down his back gently and Steve wasn’t content with that. No, he wanted to be able to feel her, see evidence of this tomorrow, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it was true. His one hand came back to grasp at her one breast, tweaking her nipple roughly making her cry out in pleasure while his other hand trailed down to her underwear. The sheer material allowed him to feel just how wet she was as he trailed a finger up and down her slit, a gasp leaving her as her eyes flashed open.

“Shit,” He swore as he felt her, “So fucking wet. For me?”

“Yes,” Y/N said through gasps as she grasped him tightly, “For you Steve, all for you.” Steve would have smirked under normal circumstances but he felt so out of control all he could do was groan at her words and continue to feel her, rocking his hips against anything he could to try and relieve some tension from his body.

“Please don’t tease,” she begged him without the man even having to ask, “Please Steve, I just…want you now.”

“My fingers?” He asked between kisses and hickeys he pressed to her neck, taking the time to claim her as his.

“No, I want-”

“The answers are my finger or my mouth, baby,” Steve said as he pulled back, continuing to stroke his fingers along her slit, daring to dip just the tip of one in over her underwear but denying her more until she asked for it. “Can’t have anything else until you’re warmed up-”

“I am, I am, please Steve,” She begged, seeming to be on the verge of tears from how badly she needed him, “Can I…no more pants Steve. Wanna see you, all of you.” Steve wasn’t going to deny her a thing as badly as he wanted to finger her until she came around him, he would do whatever she asked. He climbed off of her and rose, bringing his hand to his jeans but Y/N moved and put her hand over his.

“Can I do it?” Steve’s mouth dropped open ever so slightly but he nodded as he closed it, moving his hands to her hips to give her full reign. She took his moment of submission to undo the button on his jeans, and then the zipper, before putting her hands through the loops and pulling them down. They fell to his ankles and he took a moment to step out of them, his hands on her hips pulling her into him as all that remained between the two was their underwear, allowing Y/N to feel Steve so much more than she had been able to before.

“Fuck Steve,” She swore as she brought her hand down to stroke him through his underwear causing the man to groan, “You’re so…wow…” Steve didn’t waste a second, kicking her legs apart a bit with his feet so he could bring his hand down to cup her sex once more, pushing her underwear to the side as he pressed a finger into her.

“Shit,” Y/N’s knees buckled a little bit at the intrusion and her grip on him stuttered.

“Lay down for me,” he commanded as he withdrew his fingers only for a moment, bring it to his mouth with a groan as she compiled, “Fuck you taste good.”

“Can I taste you?” Y/N asked as she laid in bed, his bed, and looked up at him with an angelic gaze.

“Not today, baby,” he cooed as he climbed on top of her, his fingers pushing her underwear aside again with ease as he slipped two fingers into her making her moan, “I’m already close and if you blew me, I wouldn’t be able to do what I really want.”

“And you want…?” Y/N asked between little gasps as he found that spot inside her that had her nails scratching into his back.

“Fuck,” Steve swore again as he burried his face into her neck as her hand moved inside his boxers, stroking him in earnest. “To be inside of you. Please.” Y/N moved her hand and brought both of her hands down to her underwear, pushing them off and kicking them to the ground as Steve stripped off his own. She couldn’t help but look at him, fully naked on top of her and looking like a Greek god.

“You’re so handsome Steve Harrington.” The honesty of her compliment had Steve melting as he reached into his bedside table and grabbed a condom out of the unopened box. Y/N took it from his hands and ripped it open with ease, slipping it onto him as he kissed up and down her neck.

“And you’re so beautiful Y/N Henderson.” Y/N smiled and allowed her one hand to come back to his hair, that combined with the way he stroked himself made him groan. He lined himself up with her entrance and ran his tip over her folds for a moment before remembering her beg not to tease - not that he could even if he wanted to. He was so desperate he knew the second she gave him the ok he would slip into her without a second thought.

“Can I-”

“Please.” Without another word, Steve began to press into her as gently as he could manage. The room turned into a mix of moans and swears as Steve fell to his elbows, bringing them impossibly close as Y/N’s nails dug into his back as she buried her face into his chest. The first few inches already had her so tight around him as he paused to revel in the feeling. Steve gently tangled his fingers into her hair to move her head from his chest, wanting to see her. Y/N must have caught on as she allowed her head to fall back on the pillow looking up at him in awe.

“You okay?” Steve asked as the hand that was in her hair moved to cup her cheek.

“Feels so good,” Y/N breathed out as she looked at him, her eyes watery from the feeling as she allowed her one hand to fall from Steve back and down onto the bed. “S’big.” Steve would have normally chuckled and made some comment about his ego being inflated too much but he couldn’t focus on anything except the way she felt around him and that he was less than halfway in.

“Doing such a good job,” He praised, trying to keep his voice even as he brushed some of the curls that had fallen around her face away so he could fully see her. “Too much?” She shook her head adamantly which made Steve smile. Seeing Y/N Henderson, one of the most composed and well spoken people he knew, reduced to nonverbal because of him was becoming his new kryptonite. He used his hand not bracing himself above her to hoist her leg over his hip, bringing them closer even still. He then took a moment to lace his hand with hers as he pressed her hand into the bed. Y/N was so distracted by this she didn’t even notice Steve pulling out almost all the way before fully pushing in. A soft moan slipped from Y/N’s lips as her eyes squeezed closed but that didn’t work for Steve. She was holding back. He knew it. And he didn’t want her to.

“Y/N, honey,” he spoke between kisses to her neck and lips and pretty much anywhere else he could reach, “Wanna hear you. Maybe some noise for me, hm?”

“But,” Y/N said as she looked up at him, her lust blown eyes blinking gently, “It’s embarrassing-”

“It’s beautiful,” he praised as he gently rolled his hips into her, getting her used to the movement and feeling, “Everything about you is.” Y/N melted and as she felt his tip prod that spongy spot deep inside of her she let out a real moan, her inhibitions slipping away with the pleasure.

“That’s it,” Steve cooed, “That’s it-oh fuck-” Steve swore as began to rock into her at a harder faster pace as he felt her clench around him. “So damn tight, fuck Y/N.”

“Steve please,” she whimpered as she pulled him closer.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He said, increasing his pace and making sure to press as deep into her as he could with each thrust. Y/N felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling like she could feel him all the way in her stomach. Steve clocked his too, their hands no longer laced together as Y/N had decided she needed one to scratch his back up and another tangled in his hair, so he was able to trail one of his hands down to where he knew he was in her. He pressed down and watched as Y/N’s mouth formed a little o, her eyes rolling back as he felt her cunt start to flutter around him.

“All the way in there, honey,” he cooed, through gritted teeth as he tried to hold off his own end until she had found hers. Keeping his hand there, he used his thumb to draw soft slow circles on her clit. That contrasted with the way he was fucking her so rough but with so much passion and praise had her teetering on the edge.

“Steve-Steve I’m gonna-”

“Let it go honey,” he whispered before pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Cum for me.” And she did, hard. Her cunt clenched impossibly tight around him, her eyes squeezing closed and mouth forming an o in a silent scream as her release coated his lower abdomen.

“Holy shit-oh fuck,” Steve swore as he fell to his other elbow, not able to do anything more than let his release follow hers. He came with a high strangled groan - a sound Y/N was sure had come straight from the heavens had it not been so damn sinful. He slowed the pace of his thrusts as he rode out his orgasm but didn’t pull out as he all but collapsed on top of her before he realized oh shit I’m crushing her. He went to move but Y/N’s hands held his head to her chest.

“Stay,” her plea was a strangled whisper as she tried to catch her breath. And he did, knowing he’d never question her and her wishes, never for a second. He laid on top of her, their breathing syncing as he could feel himself soften, still inside her. He felt his eyes begin to droop and knew he couldn’t go to sleep no matter how comfy he was. Not until he had checked on her.

“Y/N?” He asked softly as he pushed up on his elbows to look at her. Her eyes fluttered open as they had been previously closed as she just took it all in while playing with his hair.

“Mhm?” She smiled at him, glowing with sweat and adoration. All words left him as he rolled onto his side, still inside of her and moved her to face him. He just wanted to hold her, that was all he wanted. So he did. Steve wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in so her face was nestled into his neck as he just took in the weight of her in his arms, memorizing every detail of this moment. He knew then that while this was the first night she’d rest in his arms, it wouldn’t be the last. This, Y/N was his forever.

Yay! I do love Steve very much and while I mainly have written for Eddie in the past, this idea kept coming back to me! Hope you all enjoyed and requests are open!

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