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fookinfandoms · 2 years

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tatties | 18+

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

plot: During a night at your friends, it’s revealed that Eddie isn't the only one with tattoos. The metalhead is determined to find out just where exactly you're marked.

authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character! I hope this is okay :) Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words.

NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later.

word count: 4.6k words. oops

warnings: 18+. minors dni, I'll kick you across the pacific, language, dirty talk, oral & fingering (f! receiving), grinding

another authors note: I can hear this gif. I like it. 86’ baby 🤸🏽

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Everyone sat on the floor in Gareth’s basement, faint music being drowned out by the loud yelling of the boys as they fight over another game. Eddie and yourself shared a beanbag, his legs spread slightly to give you room between him. His arms lay over your shoulder, his hands playing aimlessly with the chain around your neck.

“Would you believe it if I said I was stupidly hard right now?” Eddie mumbles into your ear, immediately grinning as you begin to laugh at his reveal. “I wouldn’t move that much if I were you.”

“Wait,” You say through heavy chuckles. “You’re telling me that’s not your belt digging into my back?”

His arms squeeze around your shoulders a little tighter before his hands land on your arms. He rubs them in a tender way, shrugging a little in the process. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

You slap at his thigh from its position at your side and it was Eddie’s turn to laugh as you call him a perv. He sighs as you lean your head back on his chest, Eddie giving your forehead a quick kiss. “I’m your perv though.”

“Lucky me,” You joke, knowing Eddie was no doubt rolling his eyes. “Y’know most boyfriend’s whisper poetry or some corny shit into their girls ear, but I am so glad mine tells me when he’s got a raging boner in his friends basement.”

“Hey hey hey, you give me a raging boner no matter where we are, I think that’s super romantic.” He joins in, the two of you continuing the back and forth for a little while as the night goes on.

Gareth’s mom had brought down pizza shortly after, and you now sat on the ground by Eddie feet, having finished a game of cards with Jeff. It was fun, but soon after the music started repeating and most of the games had been played. D&D was off the table, and you all now sat in a circle in an attempt to come up with a plan.

Eddie couldn’t be too far away from you and he slowly scooted closer, the tips of his fingers ghosting yours before he slides his hand over to intertwine your hand with his. You flinch a little at the feeling, Eddie’s eyebrows furrowing at the reaction.

“Your rings are cold.” You answer, knowing what he was wondering. He gives you a small smile, his head tilting at your words.

“Well now you can help warm them up sweetheart.” He replies, and before you can do the same, someone gags from beside you.

Jeff gives the two of you a disgusted look, his tongue out again as he gags. Everyone laughs at his reaction knowing he wasn’t a fan of PDA. With your free hand you reach over and pat his cheek. “You’ll know how to talk to girls when you’re older bud, it’s okay!”

He slaps your hand away, mumbling something as you all laugh harder at the faint blush on his cheeks. Soon enough, the laughter died down and everyone was throwing ideas for another game.

“Truth or dare?” You speak up, head tilted as you already began thinking about possible dares. “Pretty simple game in my eyes.”

A few mumbles of sure and other agreements met your ears, and you started the game. “Okay then, Mike, truth or dare?”

The teen sat across from you in the circle, and he sat backwards on his palms as he answered. “Dare.”

“Sniff Jeff’s armpit for ten seconds.” You laughed instantly at his visual disgust, his mouth open in shock as your cruel dare.

Gareth shakes his head at the dare whilst Eddie squeezes your hand as he beams down at you. “Now that’s super gross, I’m proud.”

Mike reluctantly crawls over to Jeff, the teen already having his arm up ready. Mike glares at you as he reaches his destination. “I am so giving you a bad truth or dare when it’s your turn.” He says your name with malice before slowly turning his head, his nose meeting it’s doom.

Eddie had a truth after that, having to pick a teacher he would French, Dustin choosing two elderly candidates much to his dismay. Afterwards, Gareth was dared to put on his mom’s makeup, you proving to be quite the makeup artist.

Mike stayed true to his word after all, and when it was your turn you chose dare. “Are you sure you want to pick dare?” He jests, his eyes narrowing at you from his spot in the Hellfire circle.

“Hit me with it.” You sit upright, your eyebrow raised as you wait for your dare. Before Mike can say anything, Eddie is pointing at him, a stern expression on his face.

“No kissing, no stripping, if you even so much as think about bra’s I am taking off your fingernails and wearing them as earrings. Got it Wheeler?.” Your boyfriend threatens, Mike nodding at the Hellfire leader.

“Got it,” He answers, swallowing as Eddie gives him a thumbs up. “I wasn’t gonna’ do anything like that anyway, not towards her anyways.” “What’ya mean kid?” Eddie asks for you, and already you felt uneasy knowing you were at the darers mercy of a teenager.

“I was going to dare her to take off your socks.”

“Well that’s not so bad all thin-“ Mike cuts you off before you can finish. Of course, there was no way he was going to go easy.

“With her teeth.” He finishes, his head turning back to you with an overly friendly smile. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, everyone laughed. It was your turn now to have a disgusted expression, your head turning towards Eddie who wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to have.

He wanted to laugh with the boys, but judging by your horrified look, he decided against it. He had to give it to the kid, he had a good revenge plan. “If it makes you feel any better, I actually put on a clean pair today.”

“Yeah, they were clean at 6am this morning,” You whine at him, shivering in disgust at the idea of Eddie’s socks. “Those puppies have been cooking in there all day!”

“You gotta do it!” Mike pipes up, laughing at the way you flip him the bird. Eddie already begins to kick off his converses, and you cringe at the reveal.

With heavy reluctance, you finish the dare, squealing and dry retching the entire way. Eddie squirmed at the feeling, almost feeling giddy at your touch. When it was completed, you kneel in front of Eddie, his eyes levelled with yours. His eyes were wide with humour, the complete opposite of yours as they narrowed. “If I look down and see a tent in those jeans… I am going to be so grossed out Eddie Munson.”

He grins at you, shaking his head. “Does it count if I’m still hard from before?” He jokes, chuckling as you again fake vomit in his lap. He reaches forward, pulling you into his arms. You turn at an awkward angle, and like the start of the night you end up in his lap.

After a few more truths and dares from the nerds, you began playing with the lighter Gareth was dared to steal from his stepdad. Eddie had known you were in need of a new one and was the one to give his friend said dare. You were busy, distracted by the small flame to not notice Dustin calling your name.

“Truth or dare?” He asks as you finally stare at him, and the lighter is placed into Eddie’s pocket as you think.

“I don’t think I can handle anymore feet related dares so I’ll go with truth.” You grimace at the thought, ignoring the way Mike smirks. Evil.

“How many tattoos do you have?” Dustin couldn’t think of anything to ask, having used the tattoos on Eddie’s arms as inspiration.

“She doesn’t have any Henderson.” The metalhead answers from behind you, to which you turn around to give him a confused look.

“Except I do,” You say, wondering if he was in fact playing around. “Are you playing right now?” “Am I playing? Are you?” Eddie gives you a weird look, confusion more than evident in his brown eyes.

“Oh my god,” You use Eddie’s legs as leverage as you stand up off the ground, keeping your eyes on him from his position below. “You’re being serious aren’t you?”

“I think I would know if you had any tatties.” He was hinting towards your many, many activities together that don’t require clothes, his brain trying to think over whether or not lately he had seen any new addition to your skin.

“I was wondering why you hadn’t said anything, I actually thought you were just pretending not to notice but wow.” He was being serious right now, he really hadn’t seen it.

Eddie’s birthday was coming up and he was adamant about not wanting anything. Not wanting to annoy him with gifts he didn’t want, you had gotten a tattoo for him. It was already a month old, and you were waiting for his birthday to reveal it was actually for him thinking he had already seen it.

He goes to say something but you hold your finger up, not wanting to discuss it more in front of your friends. You turn to Dustin, the boy looking almost apologetic for asking. “I have one, technically six but it’s in one spot so.”

“Six?” Eddie says rather loudly from the ground, his mouth shutting quickly as you again hold out your finger. You sit back down beside your boyfriend as he gives you a once over, his eyes scanning your arms and bare legs to spot any potential artwork.

The once usual chatterbox of the group remained quiet for the rest of the night, even when the others excused themselves to go home. Gareth had already pulled out the couch bed for both you and Eddie, sleepovers being a regular occurrence as you didn’t like driving late on a Friday night.

Soon enough, you were left in the basement with your now quiet metal head, the music having been turned off and the host going to his own bed upstairs. Your overnight bag rested on a table and you searched its contents for your pyjamas, noticing the lack of clothing in the shared duffle bag. “Hey Eds’ did you pack m-“ “You were lying about the tattoos right?” He interrupts you and you put the bag down, turning around to lean against the tables edge.

Eddie stands just a few metres away, he himself leaning against a beam with his arms crossed. The lights had been dimmed just a little, but they did nothing to hide the way Eddie’s jaw clenched.

“Have I ever lied to you?” It was true, you had never lied to Eddie and you certainly weren’t starting now.

“It’s just,” Eddie’s head tilts, his arm raising as he points at you in an almost teasing way. “I have seen nearly every inch of your body baby,” He says your pet name again, this time lowly. “If you’re telling me I've missed a spot, I’m going to feel very... very... wounded.”

“Well baby,” You reply, pushing yourself off the table and walking closer towards him. Slowly, you stand in front of him, raising your head to stare at him through your lashes. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve definitely missed a spot.”

He frowns for a split second, his eyes narrowing as you give him a teasing smile. “Bullshit.”

“Cross my heart,” You do just that, swiping across your shirt to where your heart resides. “I swear on your guitar.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” The room quickly started heating up, or more so you were at the way Eddie watched you. His brown eyes were noticeably darker, and so you reaches your hands forwards to hold onto his. He followed your movements, letting you hold his hand. “I actually got it for your birthday.” “My birthday?” He repeats, and you hold his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand as you nod.

“I really am surprised you haven’t noticed, but when I think about it more I remember you’ve been a big fan of having me on my hands and knees lately.” Eddie instantly becomes flustered, knowing you were right. Doggy had become one of his favourite positions lately, purely because of the feeling and being able to watch himself disappear inside of you. Also because of your ass. Anyways.

“C-Can I see it? Or do I have to wait for my birthday?” He mumbles, cursing for almost sounding like he was begging.

“Of course baby,” You pull back, dropping his hands in the process. He bites his lip almost in anticipation, wondering just where it could be. He knew it wasn’t on your back, that was one thing he was sure about. You unzip your skirt from the back, letting it fall to the ground in one swift movement.

Stepping out of the pile on the floor, Eddie quickly looks around your now exposed thighs, frowning as he notices nothing. “I never thought I’d see you look so upset to see me in my panties.”

“Trust me, I am loving the Winnie the Pooh look right now,” He jests, his fists clenching in hopes you don’t notice just how much he is loving it. You were wearing his favourite pair, and he hoped you were wearing the matching bra. “Just wondering where these six tatties are hiding.”

Without answering - you grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and letting it go to match your skirt on the ground.

Yeah, matching bra. Eddie praises you in his head, knowing you definitely had something planned for the two of you tonight. Almost focusing too much on your matching set, Eddie’s gaze follows the swell of your breasts before focusing on your sternum. His eyes widen at the art before him, your boyfriend stepping closer to you as he kneels in front of your tattoo.

There in all of it’s glory were six little bats, matching the exact tattoo Eddie had on his forearm. “Two actually get covered when I take my bra off,” You break the silence, noticing Eddie was yet to say anything about his birthday present. “Forgot gravity was a thing y’know?”

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” He stands tall once more before he himself reaches down to grab at his shirt, having already shredded his jacket earlier. Eddie pulls his shirt off with ease, his hands immediately reaching for his belt. He curses your name as you drag your nails down between his pecs gently, the feeling making him shiver. “Shit.”

“So you’re not mad?” You whisper, not realising he would react this way towards some ink.

“Mad? My girl gets a matching tattoo and puts it in one of my favourite places,” Eddie shakes his head at your question, pulling his belt out of its loops before throwing it to the ground. “Nowhere near mad, just really fucking hard.”

Oh.

“Do you, fuck, do you think we should really be fucking on Gareth’s couch?” He gives you a pointed stare for even bringing your friends name up. You shrug at him, pointing back towards the small frame of the pullout bed a few metres away.

“That old things squeaks more than you do,” God Eddie looked good like this, almost like was starving and ready to devour you. His jeans were long lost to the growing pit of clothes on the floor, the two of you standing in just your underwear.

You ignore the comment about your noises, knowing Eddie was far from complaining. Your mouth opens to ask where he had his eyes on when he almost jumps on you, the words getting lost in your thoat.

His hands grab at your hips, picking you up and sitting you on the edge of the table behind. Eddie keeps on hand on your bare hip, the other swiping away at your overnight bag and letting it fall to the ground with a thud. A oof leaves your lips at the action, Eddie quickly stepping in between the space of your parted thighs.

“What if someone hears us?” There were three people upstairs that could potentially hear the pair of you, and Eddie turns his head to look at the basements door.

He frowns for just a second, immediately shrugging as he faces back to you. “I think we could be quiet.” You just give him a blank stare to which he just shrugs again. “Just say the word and we’ll go to bed.”

There was no way in hell you were sleeping, not with how flustered he had gotten you. You shake your head, Eddie pushing away at the hair that how fallen around your cheeks. Your legs tighten around his behind, pushing him closer towards you as you lock him in.

He mutters your name, the hand in your hair sliding down your cheek to grip at your chin as Eddie tilts your head up, his dark brown eyes keeping you focused.

“Do you want this?” He leans forward a little, his lips ghosting your own as his nose gently touches yours. “Say the word baby and we’ll get those damn pyjamas on.”

“Something,” You pull him in for a small kiss, revelling in the way he begins to grin. You part, just enough for him to reach forward again to lick at your lips as you go to speak. “Tells me you might not want to go to sleep just yet.”

Nodding towards his straining cock in his boxers. He shrugs, not at all ashamed at the way he had absently been rubbing his front against your own. Eddie was never embarrassed at how you made him feel, and any fears in the past had definitely gone out the window.

You reached up to his chest, dragging your nails over the various tattoos littering his pale skin. He watches your movements, shivering as you drag a nail lightly over his nipple. “I’ll sleep if you want, s’okay, really.”

The last few words came out a little more strained, and you quirked your eyebrow at him. “Eddie, I don’t want to sleep.”

“Thank god,” He fakes a prayer with his hand, laughing lowly as you smack his chest. “Because I really wanna’ do this.”

Eddie strokes your chin, the coolness of his rings a quick shock to your skin. You sigh, and his thumb slides over your bottom lip. He tilts his head, his dark hair sliding over his broad shoulders. “You wanna kiss me?” You mumble against his thumb, hoping he’ll lean forward. He doesn't, and you sit there anxiously awaiting his next move. His boxers itch at your thighs as he takes a closer step, his head however staying away. His eyes stay fixated on you, and he takes in a small breath. “You just look so good.”

You felt unbearably warm, your slick having already begun to dampen your panties and the front of Eddie’s underwear. He quirks his eyebrow at the small wet patch, and you fought the urge to hide yourself against his shoulder.

Eddie curses again, taking in a ragged breath and he places his hands on the table, resting just beside your parted thighs. Within seconds, Eddie has slunk to his knees, his eyes focused on you as he stares through his messy bangs. “Eddie?” You ask, shivering as his hands begin to slide down from your thighs, over your knees to your calves, the heat of his hands stroking your smooth skin.

He parts your thighs even wider, making sure to press a kiss to your right knee as he pulls them over his shoulders. Your breath hitches in your throat as he reaches up to the waistband of your underwear, and you wiggle around helping him remove them from under you. It would've felt awkward had Eddie not looked at you with his brown eyes, his gaze becoming darker with lust as he licks at his lips.

You’ve been eaten out before, sure, it was one of Eddie’s favourite things to do. But it felt different now, was it the looming threat of someone possibly catching you? Doing this in your friends basement? Probably. He wraps his arms around your thighs in an attempt to pull you closer, his hair instantly tickling you. You reach down, pulling his hair out of eyes as you tuck what you can behind his ears.

Eddie gives you another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. “S’good like this sweetheart,” He mumbles as he nips at your flushed skin. “Could spend hours down here.”

Heat had well and truely surrounded you, the tension alone enough to make you tremble. “You really like the tattoo huh?” You managed to say, Eddie glancing up at you with an eyebrow raised.

Goosebumps litter your skin as you whimper, Eddie choosing to reply with his lips elsewhere. He usually took his time when he was on his knees, but not wanting to push his luck, his head dips further until it reaches heaven. Your mind went empty as Eddie licks a stripe up your pussy. His tongue finding your clit as you jolt beneath him.

Thank god this table was hardwood.

A loud whine leaves your lips as he leaves a sloppy kiss on the area above your pussy and your hips almost grind against his face in an attempt to feel him where you want him most. Eddie almost chuckled at how needy you were acting, deciding against it when he remembered this was for you after all.

You buck your hips once more, Eddie’s hands pressing into the skin of your thighs with a powerful grip. “Eddie...” You moan as you felt his tongue glide over your cunt in a slower motion. He stops again, just so he can stare into yours as you bite at your lip.

“I really wish you could be loud right now,” He forces out, keeping his eyes on you as he lowers his head once more. He circles your clit and trails down to your entrance, continuing his teasing pace as your hands reach for the edge of the table to keep you grounded. “S’good for me, so fucking good.”

A small cry leaves your lips as he curls his tongue and you can't help but squirm under his tender touch. Eddie revelled in, smiling as one of your hands reaches for his hair and grips it. You tug at his scalp as he presses his tongue flat against your folds, letting your thighs lock him in.

God the noises he made. His groans were music to your ears, and you cursed yourself for deciding to have a sleepover at Gareth’s instead of Eddie’s - where you both could be as loud as you want.

Eddie couldn't get enough, wishing he could spend eternity between your legs. He was unbearable hard in his boxers, precum leaking from his swollen tip and dampening his underwear. He decided against releasing himself, choosing to stroke at your skin instead knowing the sight of you alone could make him cum.

Your body grew hotter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside, another whine leaving your lips as you felt Eddie’s tongue stroking your most sensitive area. “You taste so good sweetheart,” His voice sounded different, a dominating yet loving tone meeting your ears. “God I love you.”

With a shaky breath, you whispered it back, ignoring Eddie’s wink from between your legs. The sight of him on his knees before you was enough alone to make you tingle, and Eddie’s rings left indents in your thighs as he keeps you in place. He maintained his gaze as he licked in between your wet folds again, dragging it out as you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Eddie,” You moan, quickly shushing yourself as you felt your voice get a little louder than attended. He gives you a pointed but knowing stare. “Eddie please.”

Your head throws back, losing his gaze as he hits a certain spot. You don't even notice the way Eddie’s hand leaves your thigh as he flicks his rings off, the small pieces of metal scattering on the floor. It’s only when you feel his tongue and his fingers at your hole do you clench around him.

You're so unbelievably wet, both your slick and Eddie’s spit combining around your thighs and on the table below. You tremble as he pushes in a finger followed by another, tears filling your eyes as he curls them inside. “I wish I could take a photo of this.” He rests his head against your thigh as he thrusts his fingers in and out, absolutely enthralled by the way your clench around him.

So desperate to cum, your grab at his hair rougher than before, almost begging him to keep his tongue on your clit. “Don’t worry,” He nods against grip. “I got you.”

He repeats his assault on your pussy, switching it up a little as he licks at your entrance and rubs your throbbing clit with his thumb. Your legs shake as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue one again. He pressed his face further into your heat, making you cry out loud until you came undone.

His name left your lips in a silent scream, Eddie licking upwards to suck harder at your clit as you convulsed under him. He groans at your movements, his own hips thrusting into the air as you cum around his lips. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, Eddie trying hard to keep you on the table as you shifted. Arms weakening by the second, you were certain you were going to collapse forward as Eddie stood up, pulling you into an embrace.

He held you tightly, your sweaty forehead resting against his chest as you held one hand around his waist, the other absently trailing over the soft tuft of hair disappearing below his underwear.

“You with me?” Eddie asks, kissing your forehead as you nod against him. He pulled away, just enough to look down at you in his arms. His face glistens with your essence up to his nose, and he gives you a cheeky grin as you wipe at his mouth with the back of your hand.

“Don’t you want to-” “Already did.” He cuts you off, not at all embarrassed as you looked down at his now softening cock hidden by fabric. Eddie shrugs at you, his free hand moving down to rearrange himself as his cum leaked through.

A small oh leaves your lips, and his grin grew. “You make me cum even when you're not with me sweetheart, having you in my mouth is like,” Eddie makes an explosion noise, his hands mimicking the action. “It’s insane.”

“That’s oddly cute.” You quip, reaching down to run your hand over his soaked cock. He shivers under your touch, clearly not the only one feeling sensitive.

“Give me a couple minutes and I’m yours baby.” Eddie stretches out his arms, before pushing you back. With an eyebrow raised, he reaches around to undo your bra, letting the straps slide over your arms. Your nipples were still hard, and Eddie marvels at your breasts as if he was seeing them for the first time.

“You were right,” Your boyfriend leans forward to kiss above your tattoo. “Two do get covered without the bra.”

#Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #fookinfandoms #Eddie munson

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yohibmbi · 8 months

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hii i love ur work sm🫶🫶

i was wondering if you could do ellie praising reader-? like fluffy smut kinda? nothing toooooo crazy 😭

my dolly ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

(ellie williams x fem!reader)

a/n | so… you said nothing too crazy and i may have strayed off course, anon uhh… this is definitely loser!gf ellie… she likes to dirty talk and praise you but she does it in a whiney/desperate way, and you eat that shit upp lmao… but the ending is so so cute so pls don’t be mad!

warnings | smut, strap on (r receiving), praise, daddy mention. (18+)

“i never imagined you’d take me so good, baby.” ellie’s heavy breath floats around the room between her whines as she leans over your arched back.

her hips push slowly to meet your ass, her purple strap buried deep inside you.

this had been going on for the past … you don’t know how many hours… ellie fucking you relentlessly from behind.

she had gotten back from patrol in a good mood. apparently she had a really good shift and beat her high score of infected killed in a single day.

instead of going out to celebrate with the team, what she wanted to do was come home to her darling girlfriend and fuck you so good until your brain was empty.

you could practically feel the desperation rolling off of her as soon as she stepped through the door, wasting not much time on greetings before she had you against the wall, her tongue down your throat.

she loves getting you to this state, where you solely rely on her and she can do whatever she wants to you. she calls it making you her “little fuckdoll.”

“you look so pretty, baby, fuck-”

whereas you’re so fucked dumb you can’t speak, ellie gets all vocal and whiney… constantly telling you how pretty you look for her, how tight you are even though she splits you open almost every single day, how good you feel around her cock… as if she could actually feel you.

she mumbles. ellie’s a mumbler… and still, she’s so fucking hot.

you whine incoherently into the pillow, the tiniest amount of drool sliding down on to the material, and ellie’s hand moves from your hips to your hair, pulling your limp body up.

“what was that, baby?” she grunts into your ear and you almost cum on the spot, her thrusts slowing to a gentle halt as she begins to grind the strap into your ass instead.

she’s so desperate and so so close to cumming she can’t help but whimper into your neck as she waits for your response, her wet lips dragging over your hot skin.

“i can’t- baby, fuck-” her grip on your hair tightens as she grinds quicker against you, “can’t hold on much longer!”

her confession kicks your brain into gear and with little energy you have left, you start bouncing back against her dick, filling you up so deep as you try to apply pressure on her clit.

“ellie please! wan’ u to cum inside me!” you moan loudly and soon her pace accelerates, knocking you forward towards your headboard, your arms give up on you as fall headfirst into the drool- soaked pillow.

“aw you’re such a good girl huh?” ellie coos as she watches you swallow her thick strap, her last ounce of dominance as she feels herself closer to the edge. “gonna fucking cum inside you, doll, you ready?”

“yes! fill me u-up, daddy, please!” you hiccup, tears brimming in your eyelashes as you sob openly for els to hear.

her hips stutter, her pace faltering for a second before her iron grip on your hips drags you back to meet her harsh thrusts, your ass bruised from the force exerted.

her cute, pathetic whines growing in volume tells you she’s so close, “babyy, cum with me!” she demands, and yet no dominance left in her voice as she fucks feverently into your soaked pussy.

you cry out loudly, uncaring if your neighbours can hear how good els is making you feel. intense pleasure rolls through you in waves and you collapse fully onto the bed, ellie following suit. despite the pressure of her body on yours, you feel numb, your body occasionally twitching from the overstimulation of being fucked ruthlessly for the past hour, but your mind was empty as you drift high into the clouds.

you feel so fucking good!

with more wetness against your ass and el’s thighs, you notice your girlfriend’s hips still subtly grinding back into you. the pressure just dancing along the line of pleasure to pain.

gazing back, you notice ellie’s dark bangs stuck to her forward, the rest of her - amazingly- still up in her messy, half up bun. her eyes are squeezed shut, cheeks tinted red, as she rides out the after waves of her orgasm.

she looks so pretty! you love her so much!

you call out her name, grabbing her attention as she lifts her head towards you. that beautiful smile of hers across swollen lips when she looks at you and the messed up state she’s put you in, makeup ruined and hair all crazy.

slowly, she gets off of you, guiding the strap out of you, and discards it across your room somewhere… you don’t care. you wanna hold your girlfriend.

she guides you onto your back, and you lift your arms up signalling for her to come lay on your chest. she wastes no time as she buries her head into your neck.

you feel her breasts brush against yours as she moves and your hips involuntarily buck into hers, she groans and places chaste kisses under your ear. ellie loves how comfortable your naked body feels against hers, she could just fall asleep.

“kiss?” you ask so fucking cutely and ellie can’t resist. she lifts her head to find you waiting with a pout. she presses her lips to yours, teeth occasionally hitting each other as y’all can’t stop smiling.

she drags her kisses all over your face, and you giggle as you surrender to her attack, and her heart swoons before she goes back to kissing your lips.

it doesn’t take long before the kiss becomes sloppy, ellie being the horny girl she is, can’t resist shoving her tongue down your throat. she loves when y’all make out so sloppy, mixed spit runs down your chest. however, she loves it more when you suck on her tongue, your head bobbing ever so slightly as you put on a show for your loser girlfriend.

she’s so fucking in love with you.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams #the last of us

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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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When can you grace us with the part 2 of the Adam angst fic if you don’t mind me asking?

I PROMISE ITS COMING SOON POOKIE I JUST GOTTA FINISH UP THE SUB LUCIFER FIC (which will hopefully be out today considering i just need to reread it and revise a little), AND THEN ILL FINISH UP THE PT 2!!!! TRUST ME IM EXCITED TOOOOOO

in the meantime, heres a little sneak peak to keep yall fed 😇

"adam..?" you rasped, voice cracking as you fought back tears. you reach out to cup his cheek, and he smiles at you, soft and loving. "i'm here, doll. i'm home now." tears cascade down your face as you pull him in close. "i missed you- i missed you so much!" your body shivers as he swallows you in an embrace. "i know, i know. i love you, toots." he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "and because of that, i need you to wake up."

be prepared for the angst yall im cooking‼️‼️‼️

#adam x you #adam fluff #adam angst #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #rose rambling

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Jake lockley + “Oh, can you feel this?” to f!reader

(I AM HYPERVENTILATING THINKING ABOUT THIS)

Gonna Hurt a Little

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Hi Nonnie! I'm hyperventilating toooooo. I hope you like this, I loved it haha.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, belly bulge, pwp, p in v creampie, Jake being Jake, first time sex (with each other)

Word Count: 642

“Ready, hermosa? This is gonna hurt a little.” Jake had your legs on either of his shoulders.

You looked at him wide eyed while he gave you a devilish smirk. He liked the fact that he was the biggest you’d ever had. He liked that he would be shaping you to fit his size. You gave him a timid nod before he pushed into you.

You gasped, grabbing the sheets tightly from the burn. As if the stretch wasn’t enough, he was hitting you deep. You felt your eyes welling from the excessive stimulation. Jake was rough, as you’d expected him to be, relentless on your slick pussy.

“Heh, look at that cariño, can you feel this?” He asked, looking down at your abdomen.

You saw your stomach protruding outward just below your navel. Jake placed a large hand over the bulge, adding delicious pressure to your core.

“Oh…oh…that feels…”

“That feels good.” Jake said in a low growl.

Jake’s movements became faster, the agony started to dull as he brought his other hand around and rested his thumb on your clit. A stream of spit dropped from his lips, coating the tingling nub between your folds. You let out a primal groan under his touch.

“Jake…I…oh, papi.” You felt stray tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Si, bebita, I can fucking feel it sliding in there, you’re so full of my cock. Want me to fill you with something else? Think you can handle some more?”

You couldn’t even speak anymore, body trembling while you started to come undone. Jake thrust forward again. You opened your eyes and noticed the corner of his lip curling up and his eyes coming down half-lidded.

Jake was reveling in the way his cock felt inside of you. He could feel his hand pressing down, adding extra pressure against his length every time he slid through your channel. Between his swirling thumb and the way his palm pressed against your stomach, he was creating friction that hit the spot.

You couldn’t take it, it felt too good, despite how wide he’d split you open. You reached up, grabbing his forearms. He winced and hissed when you dug your nails into his flesh.

“Ay!” Jake exclaimed.

He removed his hands from you. In a swift motion he pushed your legs apart, sliding them off his shoulders and dropping you onto the mattress fully. His fingers grabbed your hips, digging into you firmly and slamming into you harder than before. You were yelling now, unable to control your volume. The tears were streaming down your cheeks in rivers now, soaking the pillow beneath your head.

“Feeling good now, hermosa? Trying to be a tough girl, eh?”

You were still a mess, just a disaster of a woman, crying, whining, drooling. Jake’s cock got harder inside of you, stretching you around it as wide as it could. He was hitting the fucking spot; the head of his cock rubbed against your walls in such sweet friction.

The heat pooled deep in your core creating a wave that crept over your body. Jake pressed on your stomach again, partially to keep you down, and partially to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your tight walls again under his palm.

“That’s it, let it out…fuck.” He let out a low growl that rumbled from his chest while his cock pulsated inside of you.

His thrusts slowed but never stopped; they became more rough and intentional with every slam of his hips into yours. His cum was white hot, spilling into your channel in gushing spurts. Jake’s head tossed back, curls sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

Eventually he slowed. You both breathed heavily as you came down from your mutually mind-numbing orgasms. Jake dropped his head and looked at you with a dark gaze. “Ready for round two?”

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#jake lockley #moon knight #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #steven grant #jake lockley x you #jake lockley fiction #jake lockley headcanon #moon knight drabble #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fic #melodysbirthdaycelebration #melodysbirthday

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yawneneteyam · 1 year

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gorgeous (12) — honey it hurts

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

— gorgeous, honey it hurts ! ( last night, 11:57pm )

they had kissed. finally.

it had been months and months of pining for y/n that lead up to this moment and it was fairytale-esque. everything she had ever wanted. neteyam hadn't fully processed what he had just done, but he knew that it wasn't a bad thing to have her lips on his- he was revelling in it.

"hey man," a voice interrupted them both, bursting their bubble. neteyam let go of y/n's hand and face, looking to find ao'nung holding up his sister. kiri had traces of vomit on her face and her eyes were closed, she had passed out. "I think she's done for the night," ao'nung sighed, "sorry guys,"

he and lo'ak had been celebrating their little win when he spotted kiri throwing up just outside the club. ao'nung knew that neteyam wasn't drinking tonight, meaning he was the only one who could get her home safely.

neteyam sighed and closed his eyes in frustration. just once he would love to have a moment to himself without needing to save his siblings. it was selfish, but he longed for it- however, he knew it would never be a reality.

"yeah course," neteyam tried to shift kiri's weight onto him, but in her state she wasn't cooperating. so neteyam put his arm underneath her armpit and hoisted her into his arms. y/n tried not to gawk at how easily he was supporting her loose frame. his biceps were pressed against the tight material of his t-shirt. "come on, kiri- you're alright," he tried to wake her up to no avail.

y/n turned around to the bar and asked for a bottle of water. once she had paid for it, she put it on top of kiri and made sure she wouldn't lose it as neteyam walked. he thanked her softly.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, "but I have to go,"

"that's okay," she nodded, "promise. go be a mighty warrior big brother nete,"

"seems like I'll never be anything else," he wanted to laugh, but he just sighed with a smile. "I'll see you, y/n" he offered her a kiss on the head before leaving with kiri wrapped in his arms.

y/n watched neteyam leave before heading back over to tsireya, ao'nung and lo'ak. "are you okay?" she asked.

"that was insane," lo'ak gave y/n a fist bump before heading back to the bar.

"I'm-" y/n took a deep breath before sighing with a grin on her face, "so happy it hurts". tsireya smiled at her friend's happiness before bringing her in for a tight hug.

outside, neteyam was walking to his car. once he had secured kiri in the front seat and did up her seatbelt, neteyam went to walk around to the driver side of the car. he caught towa'an's eye as he shut the passenger door.

"hey," towa'an stopped him from leaving, "what the fuck was that? you think that was cool?". neteyam knew he wanted trouble and neteyam usually wouldn't give in, but with the picture of him making y/n smile locked in his brain, he was ready to stoop down to his level.

"not cool necessarily," neteyam shook his head, "but necessary,"

"you think so?" towa'an crossed his arms, taking a step closer towards neteyam- but was stopped by Neteyam's strong arms pushing him back.

"yeah," neteyam nodded, "I do". neteyam smiled slightly before taking a step closer to towa'an, "so stay the fuck away from her," he chuckled, "is that.. cool?"

towa'an didn't say anything in response, just stood there with his arms now crossed. neteyam offered him one last smile and a pat on the back before walking over to the front seat of his car, driving away knowing he had won.

— gorgeous, honey it hurts ! progress???? trying to not let them get together toooooo quick!!! ANYWAY WE'RE BACK TO FLUFF, do not fear fluff gals I am back. I do drool for possessive neteyam and we will definitely be seeing more of him- pinky swear!! thank you for all the love, I appreciate you all- big love for you all!!!!

#•°. * gorgeous smau #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #avatar fanfiction #netyam smut #neteyam headcanons #*࿐ neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #neteyam one shot #neteyam imagine

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natspookie · 9 months

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when you show up

an, hello anon! thanks for the req, hope you’re doing well and life gets less angsty for you:)

made reader a lil nerdy and smart here hehe and this is kind of a comfort fic for me toooooo (inspired by tasm 2)

natasha rushed through the halls, excitement filled to see you. her ap class, captain of the cheerleader squad, and extra circulars were all weighing down on her shoulders.

you had more work than natasha, badly needing a scholarship. with 4 ap classes, captain of debate team, part of school council, and varsity of volleyball, you had been tiring yourself out. hence, natasha’s plan to let you relax today, the start of your one week break.

she hadn’t seen you since tuesday, it was friday now. but you never failed to send her a little text to ask about her day.

natasha went to your favorite bakery, getting your favorite pastries, starbucks for your favorite coffee/ tea, the makeup shop right beside that to get that blush you had run out of, and got herself some jelly for her pb&js that you loved. you were always there for her, now it was her turn to show up.

natasha had already shooed away your kind roommate, wanda, setting her up with her friend who wanda happened to have a crush on, vision.

natasha used the key you gave her to your dorm and started setting up. it was nearing 6pm when she heard your keys jingle.

you shut the door and looked up to see natasha fixing the night light on your bedside table.

“nattie” you sighed, dropping your bag on the floor and jumping on her, giving her a bone crushing hug.

“i miss you too, darling” natasha laughed “waittt i’ll be back i just need to shower, im really sweaty” you kissed her cheek “i already have that fluffy towel you like set up” natasha spoke as you walked towards the bathroom “you’re an angel”

natasha had also refilled your shampoo which was her shampoo as well. when you got out in your pajamas natasha was awaiting you on your bed.

a tray of all your favorites was reheated and sat on the floor, where you sat. “you didn’t have to do all this nattie” you pouted and she flipped on her stomach, just watching you “you deserve it” “oh oh oh! it’s this croissant i love! i haven’t eaten since 10am” you mumbled “dekta you need to take care of yourself, alright”

“mhm.. you too. how was class?” you leaned against your beside table while eating” “the usual, i missed you this week” “i missed you too. but y’know its much harder when we have events to plan for school council” “are you guys in charge of planning the graduation next next month?” “yeah we’re involved in that thing… hows practice for next weeks game?”

“i almost got dropped by the new member when we were forming a pyramid” natasha giggled “are you alright?” you sat up and she just nodded, holding you back “have you eaten?” you asked and natasha thought about it “nattieeee! you need to eat as well” you held up half of the croissant and you moved beside her on the bed, embracing her with legs and arms intertwined.

natasha switched on the tv to your guys’ comfort show, friends. “i love you, thanks for being here with me” you weren’t sure if natasha was up but you said it anyways before falling to sleep

of course the day would come where you and natasha would graduate. thankfully, the college natasha wanted was not too far from your choice of college.

it was the night before your graduation when worries overtook natasha “you’ll be there for me even from a far, right?” natasha whispered “every step of the way.” “i promise we’ll make the… sorta.. long distance thing work, ‘kay?” “i need to work, i need you to function as a human being” you giggled “good” she mumbled, falling asleep

the next morning, you were going over your speech like a crazy woman. “dekta you need to relax” natasha slipped her hand into yours and rubbed circles. “i’m going to make a fool of myself… and i have to shake like 190 people” you chuckled nervously “including meeee!” “my favorite person” you teased

natasha was the loudest in the crowd when you gave your speech, of course mentioning how she helped you through your journey.

it was almost natasha’s turn to walk up and she had something crazy in mind. natasha smiled as she saw you in beside the dean.

“Natalia Alianova Romanov” they announced and Natasha walked up confidently up the stage and shook the dean, receiving her diploma. she shook your hand as well and whispered “can i kiss you” your eyes widened and nodded as natasha took your face in her hand and one on your back. the crowed cheered and you giggled, turning red as natasha smirked walking down.

you straightened your posture as you glanced at the dean who laughed at natasha’s antics.

either way, it ended up with you and natasha together and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic #natasha x y/n #highschool au

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ceilidho · 7 months

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i’m literally crying my eyes out about ghost and his little witch. how do you think ghost would react if you got so genuinely overwhelmed and frustrated with his intrusions and blatant rudeness that you began to cry tears of frustration that just turned in to complete sadness. do you think he’d take pity and start to feel bad about winding you up, he did practically take you prisoner in your own home, and maybe he’d meet you in the middle somewhere saying fine you can have your mobility and freedom back but i’m not going anywhere and you have to stop trying to kill me. he doesn’t want to hurt her or make her upset, he’s just absolutely infatuated with her and thinks she’s the cutest little thing he’s ever seen and he’d be damned if he left you all alone in the forest again. what if you tried to take down another man like him or god forbid even bigger or MULTIPLE and they’re the same as him, you’re spells are no good and they unfortunately have much more sinister intentions that sweet old ghost now that they’ve caught you. he shivers at the though, he can’t leave you alone now. not ever :)

hmmm i don't think Ghost would feel toooooo much pity. not programmed that way. he basically thinks she'll just cry herself into a better mood tbh. (she's also like....a witch that eats people. he's smitten, but he doesn't apply the same morality to her like she can cry and whine and stomp all she wants, he knows she can deal with it)

i think he initially chooses to stay with her because she's cute and he wants a house and a place to rest his feet after a long day because he's getting tired of travelling, but Ghost quickly comes to love how bloodthirsty she is. he can't help it. it's an intrinsic part of who he is. it's fitting that he thinks his soulmate is a cannibalistic, two hundred year old witch that lives alone in the woods. even when he finds her hacking away at an unfortunate traveller who came upon her accidentally, he can't help but sigh and show her an easier way to carve up a body.

#i love them too though im enamoured #this is so gruesome sorry but its a halloween fic

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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s(creaming) over that price/reader/ghost 🥵🥵🥵 would love to get stuffed in more ways than one between them

ME TOOOOOO

just imagining being price's girl and visiting him on base one day and he's of course in the mood but promises that no one else is gonna come in and bother the two of you so you take advantage and ride him on his office chair.

and then ghost walks in all sneaky like because at first he needed to ask price a question but then he could hear what was going on and went in to investigate and found...that. but then he remembers something his captain had told him while they were drunk during leave one time about how he found it hot to share his girl with someone else, or just have them watch as he fucked you. so ghost decides to take advantage of that fantasy.

he gets to watch you cum on his captain's cock, while price is staring at him, staring right back, your back arching and then collapsing on his chest. and it's then that you realize ghost has been watching for a while and at first you're embarrassed, but price is there to calm you down and then starts whispering dirty things in your ear about "why don't we give ghost a show, hm? would you like that, love? show him how much of a good girl you are for me? i bet he'd like that. maybe he'll even want a taste for himself."

and that's how you end up being bent over price's desk, on your stomach, while ghost is fucking you from behind, facing price who's jerking his cock in time and giving orders to ghost on how to fuck you good.

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #thots weekend #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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heartless (explicit)

genre: pwp, smut, exes hooking up - a part of the jeju shore collab !

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

word count: 7.4k

other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

contains: explicit sexual content!!! set in 2009, member POV, established relationship (exes), mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jk blows a stranger (definitely not anyone we know 👀) in a bar bathroom, some good ol' fashioned 2009 biphobia lmao, EXCESSIVE use of petnames (kookie and jagi) like it's really too much, cunnilingus, fingering, a lot of pussy appreciation bc of who i am as a person, they make a sex tape 🎥 (reader films jk going down on her), hot tub sex, jk makes reader come with a hot tub jet, unprotected sex (smh 😔), nothing in this fic is sexually healthy pls do not replicate, multiple orgasms/overstim, a lil bit of marking, jk is toxic and i kind of love him oops, don't fight me for the ending

A/N: it's here it's here it's here!!!!! happy jeju shore day 🥰 i'm so excited to share this one with y'all, it really was supposed to be a joke thing like ~sammi and ron vibes~ yknow and then idk.... this fic ran away with me,, like tell me why i ship kookie and jagi lowkey 🥺 over here like maybe one day they'll work it out 🥺 ANYWAY uhhh heed the warnings, this one's a doozy, have fun, stay hydrated 💦 and make sure you check out jai and hali's fics toooooo for your full ~weekend at the shore~ !!!! love you babes, thank you as always for reading 😘💜

read on AO3 !

“Shit, gonna come.”

Thank god, Jungkook thinks to himself. This guy has some impressive stamina, which he’d normally appreciate, but he’s in a bad mood tonight. Getting his throat fucked hasn’t helped like he thought it might.

Even though the guy is cute, with a big body and a sweet set of dimples, Jungkook is just going through the motions. He’s annoyed by the way the bathroom floor is digging into his knees, the way his jaw is starting to lock up with how long he’s been at this.

He shuts his eyes, remembers to breathe through his nose, and then a hand presses hard to the back of his head and his mouth starts to fill, bitter and heady. Careful not to spill a drop, Jungkook keeps his suction tight through the cock-twitches of this guy’s— he didn’t get his name, because he really doesn’t care to know it— orgasm, until he finally feels the fingers in his hair release.

Jungkook gets to his feet and stumbles to the sink, gripping the porcelain edge while he spits out the glossy strings of a stranger’s load. He’s not a swallower, because he’s not gay. He’s just good at sucking dick— and Jungkook likes doing things he’s good at.

“Appreciate it!” The stranger’s voice echoes over his shoulder, followed by the sound of the bathroom door swinging on its hinges and slamming shut, leaving him alone with a sink full of cum.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Jungkook stares himself down in the mirror, runs a hand over his hair to make sure it didn’t get fucked up from that guy’s truly obscenely large hand. Thankfully his extra-hold gel seems to be doing its job.

At the realization that his teeth are grinding together, he presses a knuckle into the hinge of his jaw, trying to encourage it to relax. He’s been clenching all night, and he’s not sure if he should blame the six redbull vodkas he’s thrown back or the keybumps of something he did off the bar: it was either coke or molly.

Coke, he thinks. He’s on edge.

He can’t shake this feeling, like he’s a wild animal trapped in a cage, as he pushes the bathroom door open and presses his way back into the mass of bodies in the club. He’s gone out every night this week looking for something, but he can’t find it. It’s not at the bottom of a bottle or in white powder snorted through a rolled-up hundred. And it’s certainly not in any of the random strangers he’s taken in the bathroom or the back alley or on the hood of his car in the parking lot.

He misses you.

It’s been almost three weeks since you last came around, and even then, it was only to scream at him while you dug your clothes out of his dresser and threw your spare toothbrush in the trash can. All because someone left you that stupid fucking note detailing the night Jungkook went blackout, where the last thing he remembers is Jimin convincing him to switch to Malibu.

If what Jungkook’s been told is the truth, he apparently started a bar fight and had a foursome that night— just, unfortunately, with three people who weren’t you. He kind of wishes he could remember at least one of those.

Fuck this, he thinks to himself, surrounded by trashed club-goers on all sides, bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil, the floor sticky from spilled drinks and probably a few other things. Jungkook knows exactly where he wants to be, and it’s between your thighs, not at one of the seven shitty clubs he and his hyungs have been rotating through all summer.

Figuring Taehyung and Jimin are fine to handle their own shit, he shoves through the crowd a little more aggressively than he needs to, and definitely knocks one drunk girl flat on her ass without bothering to look back.

The slight chill in the air when he steps outside is a welcome relief from the stale heat of the club. It’s the last weekend before everyone packs up and heads for the mainland, which means he’s running out of chances to see you, to try and convince you to get the fuck over this latest bump in the road and take him back.

Jungkook knows he loves you, he’s sure of it. He wants to marry you someday, get a little house in the suburbs, pop out a few kids, all that shit. But right now he’s young, and he just wants to party and have fun. He doesn’t understand why you care so much.

Driving home with the windows down, going a cool 80 in a 40, he grips the wheel with one hand while the other digs his Razr phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans. He hits the first speed dial where your number is saved and has to call three times before you finally answer. The fact that you picked up at all means he has a chance tonight.

“What, Kookie?!”

Probably the greeting he should’ve anticipated, but his stomach still flips at the nickname. You’re the only one allowed to use it: he’s strictly Jungkook to most, JK to his hyungs.

He fidgets absentmindedly with the car lights, the AC, the button for the windows. This is always the hard part, talking about feelings and shit. But it’s what you want, so he’ll do it for you.

“Wanna see you,” he murmurs into the phone, as if he needs to keep his voice down so he won’t get caught being soft.

“Fuck off,” you snap instantly, but you don’t hang up.

Jungkook’s played this game enough times to know what it means: he’s got a rapidly shrinking window of opportunity to say the right thing. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, trying to buy himself some time. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” You huff.

Stopped at a red light, Jungkook tips his head back against the car seat and shuts his eyes for a second, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his thoughts. “Don’t be mean to me. I already told you I’m sorry, it’s not fair for you to hold this shit over my head.”

“I’m not holding anything over your head, Kookie, you fucking cheated—“

His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and he has to hold himself back from stomping too hard on the gas pedal when the light changes. “Yeah, I fucking know, okay? But it’s the last weekend. Is this really how you want to leave it?”

The silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.

“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook grimaces, embarrassed to be begging. He wouldn’t do it for anybody else.

Gravel crunches under the tires of his car as he pulls into the driveway, and he’s only sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears the way you sigh softly on the other end. It’s a sigh he knows well.

“Fine.”

You don’t say anything else, and neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t know what else there is to say, or why any of this has to be such a big fucking deal. But he waits, until finally you hang up, and then he flips his phone shut. Girls.

Once inside, he makes quick work of getting everything together: sweeping the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter into the trash, spraying on a little more Hugo Boss, a mouthwash rinse to rid himself of the lingering taste of cum. The place you rented for the summer is just down the road, so it’s as he’s spitting in the sink for the second time tonight that he hears you bang loudly on the front door.

Time to turn on the charm, Jungkook thinks to himself, and then he exits the bathroom and reaches a hand between his shoulder-blades to pull his shirt off over his head. He drops it to the floor of his bedroom before heading down the hallway to let you in.

Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.

It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.

It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.

“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.

He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.

“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.

Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.

“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.

Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.

“How about you come inside and find out?”

“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”

He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.

Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”

You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.

The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.

It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.

Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.

You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”

“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.

You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”

“Well, now I know what you came over for,” Jungkook growls. His hands drop to brace on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in, and he leans down to capture you in a heady kiss. He missed it all: the way you smell, how soft your lips are, the way you still taste like spearmint. Your needy little noises when he licks his tongue into your mouth and the way you suck so diligently on it. You’re always so good for him, always so pretty when you come back.

“Take your pants off, jagi,” he breathes into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. He can feel a soft whine in your throat under his palm when you do as you’re told.

Jungkook pulls back once your jeans are kicked all the way off, knees digging into the carpet as he settles between your legs. His biceps wrap under your thighs and he tugs your bare ass to the edge of the couch, pausing to slip a finger under the thin string of your thong and gently snap it against your skin.

You spread your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion. “Don’t tease,” you huff. The desperation in your voice just turns him on more.

“Impatient,” Jungkook notes with a smirk. “And I haven’t even told you what I want yet.”

“What you want?” Your attempt at sass is undercut by the moan Jungkook works out of you when he sucks another hickey into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He pulls back with a final lick over the mark that sends a shiver rippling through you, makes your nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of your crop top and your hips tilt up instinctively for more.

His eyes find yours again. “Let’s make a movie.”

“Kookie,” you whine, and Jungkook cups a hand over the front of your panties, rubbing circles into the thin material, then gently squeezing your pussy lips together to help argue his case. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— always so sensitive.

“Come on,” he murmurs, pushy. “I know you have that camera in your bag.” You take your Sony digital camera with you everywhere, like it’s a third limb, like you believe nothing really happens unless it’s documented on Facebook.

Jungkook reaches for the strap of your Coach purse and drops it between your spread thighs. “I want you to film me while I go down on you. That way you can watch it back when you need to remember why you keep me around.” He punctuates the request with a wink, because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is made evident by how quickly you dig in to retrieve the little pink camera before tossing your bag aside again.

“I don’t watch porn, Kookie,” you scoff, already turning it on and fiddling with the settings. “I’m not nasty like you.”

“You’ll watch this one,” Jungkook corrects, hands pressing on your thighs to encourage them to spread further. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as he slides his fingertips back up to the line of your panties. “Now shhh. The only thing I wanna hear talk is this pussy.”

When the telltale beep indicates you’ve started recording, Jungkook stares pointedly into the camera with a cocky smirk. “Missed you, jagi,” he says, both to the you on the other side of the camera and the you who will watch this in the future, when you inevitably get mad about some dumb shit and break up with him again. As if you could ever really stay away.

His eye contact doesn’t falter as he licks a long, slow stripe up the front of your panties, taking his time, tongue laid flat to fully soak through the fabric. When he leans back, one hand snakes between your thighs to tug the damp material to the side, tattooed fingers pressing into a V to spread your folds apart. It always makes you squirm, but he loves to admire you like this. He’s not ashamed to like pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, reaching the hand that isn’t parting your pussy lips up to beckon for the camera. “Let me film. Won’t get your face in it.”

You hand it over silently, clearly already too turned on to make a big show of protesting. Jungkook turns the lens on your pussy, holds it up close as he traces two fingers over your folds, keeping the pressure light enough that you squirm and flutter cutely beneath it.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs when he teases his touch down to your entrance. There’s already enough slickness there to earn him an audible wet noise as he goes, his pattern a slow, lazy circle. He presses a finger in just to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it. “Your pussy loves me too much. That’s why you can’t stay mad.”

Jungkook paints the wetness he pulled out of you up to stroke over the hood of your clit, and it’s enough to edge your breathing with shy sounds. You bring your palm up to your mouth, clearly trying to keep quiet, and it only encourages him to dip back in for more. He uses two fingers this time, slipping past your entrance into the tight velvet heat of your cunt, always so warm and willing for him.

You sigh at the loss when he pulls back, more arousal drooling out of you to chase after his fingers. Jungkook loves to play with you like this: you squeak when he squishes the whole of your cunt up in his hand, reveling in the noise of your slick folds pressing together, in the way your pussy’s gone needy for him. All swollen and puffy, all soft, dripping juice like ripe fruit.

He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimper.

“You know I’ll always treat it right, jagiya.” Jungkook purrs, releasing his grip on your pussy lips to pinch at your clit while he passes the camera back. “But let me show you in case you forget.”

He firmly tugs your panties down your thighs and leaves them to dangle off one ankle before guiding your legs to hook over his shoulders. After a final glance up to make sure you’re still filming, he leans in to properly trace his tongue through your slick folds, lapping at the arousal pooled at your entrance while his thumb brushes over your clit to work up more.

Jungkook’s brows pinch together and he grunts in appreciation of your taste, thick and familiar; he’s gone too long without it. He’s eating properly now, alternating between dragging his tongue flat and flicking it gently over your clit in the way that makes you gasp and shove your hips up towards his mouth, rough and wild, no good-girl pretense left in you.

His arm locks across your stomach to keep you where he wants you, and he pulls back with a smack of his lips and a cheeky smile for the camera.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

This is the part he loves: when you start to come undone, worked up enough to be responsive to every little touch. Jungkook licks broad, showy stripes up to your clit, eyes fixed on you through the lens, enjoying the way your soft sighs blossom into full-out moans, matching pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue.

“Kookie,” you groan, “nnh, fuck— f-feels so good.”

He hums a laugh against your folds, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit while his mouth buzzes sweet, low notes around it. You arch up beneath him and your moan scrapes rough against the back of your throat, desperate.

It was a stroke of genius to have you film it, Jungkook thinks absentmindedly to himself. Documented proof that nobody else could ever do you this good.

“Fuck.” Your voice brings him back to attention as he continues to pulse suction against your clit, tongue fluttering out again to lap at the sensitive bud. The sounds you make are slightly muffled by the manicured hand you’ve clapped over your mouth, but you’re so loud now that he can still hear every word. “Oh god, Kookie— I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck, ohhhh—”

Your hips tilt up as your orgasm overtakes you and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay there and take it. He can feel your legs shake, the way your bare heels kick listlessly against his back as he sucks and licks you through the peak of your climax. Your pussy throbs in his mouth and drips down his chin like honey, with a taste so good he doesn’t want to stop.

“God fucking dammit,” you moan, and he keeps going until you bring one foot up to press into his shoulder to push him away. “Kookie, p-please, it’s too much.”

With a final swipe of his tongue, Jungkook pulls back, wiping at his chin with one hand. “You’re sensitive, jagi, I know.”

But there’s a reason you haven’t stopped filming, and it’s one you both know well. It was back when you first started dating, when you could never keep your clothes on around each other and barely left his room, that Jungkook learned your body expertly enough to figure it out: after you come once, your pussy gets so sensitive that he can easily work you up to a second orgasm, even from just the curl of his fingers against your g-spot.

He hopes no one else will ever get the chance to know you like this.

You barely manage to stifle another sob and almost drop the camera when he slips two fingers into your cunt, pressing to the hilt to feel how swollen-tender you are inside. Your walls squeeze so tight around him that his cock twitches in his pants with jealousy.

Sliding one of your legs off his shoulder, he presses your thigh firmly into the couch and groans a little at the way you spread wide for him, glossed folds all flushed and pretty. It gives him a head rush to watch his hand work you open, to see the thick white cream of your arousal paint his fingers each time he pulls back just to thrust in again.

You’re wet enough now that the sound is obscene, a juicy squelch every time he fucks into you, and Jungkook can’t help but smile. He glances up. “You’re dripping on my couch, jagiya.”

You can only whimper in response.

“You want to come again?”

You nod desperately until you manage to find the word. “Please.”

“Anything for you.” Jungkook winks for the camera as he starts to flex his fingers to pet over the ridges of your front wall. You keen as he puts more weight into his strokes, your free hand reaching to cling to him and dig your nails into his bicep. He’s too keyed up to feel it, can’t focus on anything that isn’t your pussy squeezing him like a fucking vice grip, tight and hot and soft inside.

You’re past the point of being able to talk, reduced to breathless moans— “ah, ah, nnh”— because Jungkook knows exactly what to do to take you apart all over again.

This time he makes no move to stop you when your hips buck up. Instead he lets you let go, lets you fuck yourself on his hand, fluttering around his fingers and trembling all over as you start to come.

Jungkook goes a little slack-jawed watching you and momentarily forgets about the video, looking over the camera to see the expression on your face as he works you through your second peak. He loves the way you grip tight to him with your nails and your pussy, like he’s special, like you need him.

Your knees reflexively pull towards each other as your cunt-pulses slow and you finally start to come down, thighs clamping in around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears the whir of the camera shutter retracting and sees you toss it aside on the couch, he finally relents. You open yourself up enough that he can slip his fingers out to suck the excess off.

“What the fuck,” you finally manage as you collapse against the couch cushions, sounding beyond dazed.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk, and gets to his feet. As he watches your head tip back and your eyes flutter closed, he can’t help but wonder if you got what you came for. If this is the last he’ll see of you until god knows when.

Fuck that. He’s not letting you go that easy.

In one swift move Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder— completely naked from the waist down— like it’s nothing at all, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand that isn’t wrapped around your hips.

“Kookie!” You try to sound mad but the laugh that bubbles up gives it away. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Come on,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, impervious to the way your hands claw at his back. “It’s a perfect night for the hot tub.”

“I didn’t bring a fucking bikini,” you sputter, feet kicking softly in the air. “Put me down.”

“That’s okay,” he reassures you as his free hand easily slides the back door open and he takes you over the threshold. “Tae and Jimin won’t be back for a while. It’s just us.”

Tae and Jimin have also already seen you naked… probably dozens of times at this point, if Jungkook had to estimate, but he doesn’t mention that part. Not when he’s trying to get his girl back.

Instead he crosses the yard to set you down on the hot tub deck, your legs dangling over the side, and makes quick work of stripping out of his jeans and boxers, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He hopes it might give you some incentive to stay a little longer.

When he turns back to face you, your bottom lip is jutting out in a bratty little pout as your feet swing aimlessly off the deck. It makes him want to fucking ruin you.

Jungkook steps forward to close the distance, thumb running down your mouth to pet over your lip. “Put this back in your mouth and take your top off, jagi.” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours.

Your bare foot knocks into his shin, but it only hurts a little. “Make me.”

He can’t help but smirk at your attitude. It’s cute. He likes you feisty. “That’s a lot of sass for someone who was just screaming my name.”

You smack a hand against his chest with a play-scowl. “Shut up.”

He sweeps your arms behind your back before you can do it again, easily enclosing both of your wrists in one of his hands. “Why are you always so mean to me, huh?”

“Oh, I’m mean?” You look like you’re going to say more, but he pushes your crop top up with his free hand and watches the way it makes you shiver, your nipples tightening in the cool night air.

“You are,” Jungkook says softly. “And I’m just trying to love you.”

The same hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter as he pulls off, switching to roll your other nipple under the pad of his thumb.

“You should get these pierced,” he remarks, gaze shifting between your tits as he imagines silver barbells studded through the buds of them. “I’ll get one too. We can go together. Next summer.” His eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften, just barely. It’s enough.

“Yeah, sure,” you deadpan, wiggling a little in his grasp. “Until you decide to stick your dick in some strange and fuck everything up again.”

Jungkook sighs. You’re fucking relentless. “I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t it just be us?”

Your reaction isn’t what he expects: he’s surprised to see the fight go out of you, to see how defeated you look as you lean in and press your forehead against his chest. Even your wrists go slack in his hand, and he releases his grip.

“That’s what I’m saying, Kookie,” you murmur. “That’s all I want.”

Jungkook’s fingers sweep under the line of your jaw. “I know.”

He tilts your head up for a kiss, and your hands come to cup his face, as if to pull him closer— to hold him in place so he can’t run away.

It’s the way it always is: he’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not dumb enough to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll love him anyway.

Your thumb strokes over Jungkook’s cheek as he pulls back, and he smiles a little. “Will you please get in the hot tub?”

Jungkook settles into the water first, sighing dramatically loud at the welcome warmth, and you giggle as you peel your top off before following after. When you slip in politely across from him, he grabs you by the ankle with a growl, and you don’t fight as he pulls you close again.

His hands guide your thighs apart to straddle him, so your knees rest on either side of the ledge he’s seated on. Between the heat of the water and your body on top of him, he’s dizzyingly hard in seconds.

The two of you make out like teenagers, more tongue than anything else, doing your best to hump and grind against each other despite the water slightly inhibiting your motions. Jungkook can’t stop touching your tits, obsessed with the weight of them in his hands. His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples to make you whine into his open mouth again and again, and his cock twitches in response every time.

“K-Kookie,” you finally manage to groan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, all tongue and teeth, to the slope of your neck. “Need it, please. Your cock.”

His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before pulling back to answer. “You’ll get it, jagi. Wanna try something first.”

You whine a little and he gives a teasing pinch to your inner thigh, shifting you off his lap so he can stand up.

“Come here.”

Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist when you get to your feet, and the added weightlessness from the water makes it even easier for him to move you where he wants you. He guides you to spin so your back is flush with his chest, then encourages you to kneel on the ledge again, pushing your legs further apart.

“Can you stay like this for me?” He murmurs in your ear. You look up at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes, reflecting back the blue glow of the mood lights filtered through the water, and you nod.

As he ducks down to kiss you, Jungkook’s hand fumbles blindly against the edge of the tub until he finds the button he’s looking for. When he presses it once, the jets roar to life, including the one positioned right between your spread thighs.

You gasp into his mouth, and Jungkook wraps his arms tight around you to keep you in place, letting you collapse back into him as the jet pulses onto your pussy. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Kookie.”

“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod, hips circling against the stream of water, stimulated past the point of coherency. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. “Yeah, you look good like this.”

Jungkook can’t help himself now— his cock aches from lack of attention, and he starts to grind into you from behind, rutting himself against the small of your back, the curve of your ass. His hands grab at the soft skin of your thighs for leverage, and he can feel the way you’re shaking, already close, your breathing going ragged.

“K-Kookie—” you whimper. “I’m— fuck, g-gonna—”

“Want you to come for me,” he groans, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. “Come for me like this so I can fuck another one out of you.”

Your arms scramble back behind you for something to keep you grounded, nails scratching and digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as your orgasm starts to crest.

He keeps rocking his hips into you, which only serves to move you closer to the jet and make the pressure that much stronger. You’re moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Jungkook has to grip your hips to keep them still as you come fast and hard, shaking apart in his arms.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Jungkook talks you through it, petting broad strokes down your thighs that make you jolt under his touch. “How was that, jagiya?”

“Fuuuuuck.” Your answer is a soft whine, and he can feel the aftershocks still rolling through your body. You shift to pull your thighs together, shivering all-over, and Jungkook releases his grip on them, hands moving up to squeeze at your tits while you recover. He can feel the way your heart is racing beneath his palm.

Your eyes slowly blink open, heavy-lidded, and you start to untangle your arms from around Jungkook’s shoulders. His back stings a little— he’s sure he’ll have pretty pink scratch marks to remember you by.

He presses a kiss to your temple, chaste in spite of how fucking hard and horny he is. “Love you. Stand up for me?”

Your legs are still shaking, so Jungkook helps haul you to your feet. Taehyung is always telling him he shouldn’t actually be penetrating girls in the water, something about vaginal health, so he has you bend at the waist to lean over the edge of the hot tub. The arch in your back when you press your ass up towards him makes his cock start to leak against his stomach.

Your head lolls forward to drop down on your forearms, and he laughs a little at how fucked out you already are as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Stay just like that. Face down ass up.”

You wait patiently as he climbs out of the water to search the deck. It only takes a few seconds for him to spot what he’s looking for: the bottle of lube Jimin’s always leaving out “just in case”. Jungkook makes a mental note to buy him a thank-you shot.

“God damn,” he murmurs appreciatively when he returns to you, rubbing three fingers slicked in thick silicone lube along your puffed-up slit before pushing them into the velvet heat of your pussy. “Wanna come in you so bad.”

“Please, Kookie,” you whimper.

Jungkook withdraws his hand to squirt more lube into his palm and fist it over his length, hissing a little at the sensation and the squelching noise his hand makes when he fucks into it. Tossing the bottle over the edge, his hands come to frame your hips, and he can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds. “Fuck.”

You push your hips back on him, all wrecked and needy, your voice wrung-out. “Fuck me, Kookie, please— wanna take your cock, wanna feel it.”

It’s so hot when you beg for him. With another soft noise, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance and gives you what you need: the whole of his thick cock sliding into your grip-tight pussy, slow for the delicious stretch of it, so you can feel every inch until he’s pressed in to the hilt.

It feels the way it always does. You were made to fit together.

You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls already fluttering, split open and filled up and so sensitive. Jungkook leans forward, hands bracing the edge of the tub on either side of you, until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.

“Oh shit, right there, Kookie,” you gasp, like he doesn’t already know.

Jungkook grunts, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over, until your legs threaten to give out.

Your pussy feels so good, the little moans you’re making in time with his motions are so pretty, it’s like he can’t get enough of you. He brings a hand up to run over every inch of your skin he can reach, all of it smooth and gorgeous under his fingertips— he really can’t stop touching you.

Maybe those bumps he did back at the bar were molly, he thinks absentmindedly.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans as he strokes a little harder, hips rolling fluidly. “So fucking beautiful.”

“F-fuck, Kookie,” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, and you let out a choked moan when he starts to pound more firmly in response. “Ah, fuck— don’t fucking stop, oh god—”

Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand gripped tight to your shoulder gives him more leverage to hit deeper. Being squeezed so close by your walls is nearly overwhelming, your pussy all hot and wet inside, it’s like he can barely fit. “God, you’re so fucking tight, jagi.”

“F-feels so guh— good, nnh,” you can hardly get the words out, and Jungkook can feel the way your whole body is starting to shake.

He can’t stop himself now, not when it’s this good. “Missed you so much, jagiya. Wanna marry you, wanna put a baby in you.” His cock twitches hard, enough that you whimper a little, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“Come with me, jagi,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come again.”

“C-can’t,” you gasp, but he knows you can, can tell by the way you’re gripping around him that you’re already close.

The clapping of skin on skin echoes out as Jungkook fucks deliberately into your g-spot, no longer holding back, and you cling to the edge of the tub for dear life as your muscles start to contract. “Oh fuck, Kookie, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—”

With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your orgasm hits you. Jungkook is helpless to the way your pussy pulses around him, like it was made to milk his cock. He tips his head back with a throaty groan as he comes with you, comes for what feels like an eternity, thick white ropes spilling into your cunt with every dick-twitch of his orgasm.

“Oh my god,” he groans, working the last of it out with a few shallow strokes, his breathing harsh and ragged. “So fucking good.”

You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.

Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. Deciding not to bother with the mess running down your thighs, he takes a second to catch his breath, then climbs over the edge of the hot tub, wiping absentmindedly at the beads of sweat dotting his temples.

You’re clearly too fucked out to walk now, so he scoops you up to carry you across the deck and back inside through the open sliding door, bridal-style this time, cradled in his arms. He smiles at the way you’re still trembling a little, your face now buried in his chest.

He deposits you onto the couch, then stretches out next to you to prop up on one arm, admiring how your hair fans out beneath you as you curl into him with a small sigh.

It takes you a while to come to, lashes fluttering prettily over your cheeks, and when your eyes finally blink open, you sit up rather abruptly.

Jungkook brings a hand to your low back to rub gentle circles. “Hi, jagi.”

There’s a look on your face, like you’ve just realized where you are.

“Fuck, I should go,” you murmur, looking around until your gaze lands on your purse. You lean over to retrieve it and dig through the contents until you finally find your phone and slide it open. “My roommate is gonna figure it out if I don’t come back, and she’ll fucking kill me.”

“Stay with me,” Jungkook says softly.

“No, Jungkook,” you snap, and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that he’s lost you for the night. “I shouldn’t have even fucking come here.”

He should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction, or the smirk that pulls up the corner of his mouth. “But you did come. Four times, if my memory is correct.”

“Fuck off,” you grunt, already up and starting to pull on your clothes that are scattered across the floor of the living room. You briefly disappear outside to retrieve your shirt.

“Does this mean we’re not back together?” Jungkook tries when you slip in the door again.

You shoot him a look he’s all-too-familiar with. “Not at all.”

“Will you at least unblock me on Facebook?” He asks sweetly, and it’s a joke, but he can see from the way you roll your eyes that you’re clearly too pissed off to have any more fun tonight.

“Facebook?! That’s seriously what you care about right now?! You are so fucking shallow, Jungkook.” You grab your purse in a huff and storm off down the hallway.

Jungkook knows he should get up and fight for you, at the very least stop being horizontal on the couch— but honestly, he’s fucking tired. That’s the thing about your hot and cold shit: he knows you’ll be back eventually, whether he makes any effort right now or not. And it’s so much easier not to.

So he says nothing, hands folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, and waits until he finally hears the front door slam behind you.

Whatever, he thinks to himself with a heavy exhale.

After a minute, he gets up and heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on extra-hot. It’s still early. He can rinse off, get dressed, go see what Tae and Jimin are up to. Maybe he can jump on a grenade for one of them and take his mind off things for a bit.

He unlocks his iPod, docked on the speaker he keeps on the bathroom shelf— can’t shower without a good playlist— and spins the wheel until he gets to one of his favorites, simply titled fuck bitches. The opening 808s of Kanye West kick on like a heartbeat as Jungkook steps under the spray of the shower-head.

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It’s a Funny Story, Actually…

Please be kind, this is my first imagine

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When you had first got involved with Leah, you were both 15. You'd met at an England camp and became friends, soon becoming more as you both realised you cared for each other a little more than you did for others. By the time you'd both had your 23rd birthdays, you'd been together for 8 years, longer than some marriages last.

You knew from the moment you met her you wanted to be hers for life. So the conversations you had about marriage and your future life together weren't anything terrifying.

When Leah had been asked to do an interview about your relationship, she felt happy.

It's not like she didn't already share you with the world. She was so proud to be yours and never shied away from public affection. She'd happily post pictures of you both, as well as kissing you after games, or mentioning you in passing comments in interviews.

"Baby, I've been asked if we can talk about our wedding and stuff. Are you okay with that?" She'd asked you as soon as she'd found out what it was about.

"Yes my love, it's all okay. Just don't make me look bad," you joked, curling her into your arms even more.

"We've never really spoken about it before," she replied, a thoughtful look gracing her features.

"Its never been the right time I guess." You responded, kissing her cheek gently before finding her hand where her wedding band stood proudly.

"I never imagined getting married until I met you," she said, a smile forming on her lips as she looked down at you from her higher ground on your lap.

"Save all the nice things for the interview babe."

And she did.

She was upset that you weren't able to come with her as originally planned, but a meeting with your agent had sprung up last minute and you couldn't find a work around.

"Leah, great to finally meet you." The interviewer said, whilst the crew were setting up the cameras. She engaged in small talk, as a text from you finally came through.

Lover🤍

Goodluck my love. I know you'll be just fine. I'll pick you up afterwards and we can go grab some dinner. You'll do fantastic as always. Miss you. Love youuuuu❤️❤️❤️

To: Lover🤍

Thank you love. Dinner sounds lovely, I'll hopefully be done by 7, but I'll text you as soon as I know anything. Miss you too. Love you toooooo🤍🤍🤍

Leah smiled as she put her phone away, waiting for the interview to start.

"So we're here today with Lioness Captain Leah Williamson, a different kind of interview than you're probably used to. Today we’re talking relationships."

"Yes so I've only ever had one relationship, the one I'm currently in. I met my wife when we were both 15 at an England camp, and we've never looked back since."

"So that's 10 years you've been together?"

"Yes, 10 years next month actually. "

"So you and your wife, Y/n Williamson, formerly Y/N L/N, got married 2 years ago?"

"We we're both 23, already been together for 8 years and we just knew it was the right next step. We got a lot of people commenting on it, saying we were to young to commit to the rest of our lives but when you've been with someone for that length of time, you just know, and we did."

"Did you propose or did she propose to you?"

"She proposed to me, although, it's a funny story actually."

———

You knew how close she was with her family. That was perhaps the only reason you stood outside the door of Leah's childhood home about to ask for her hand in marriage.

You were nervous, slightly. Amanda loved you, like her own, often telling everyone about her three kids, which brought a bit of confusion when they met you.

"Are you ever going to knock?" Amanda asked as she cracked open the front door. The smile on her lips wouldn't last long.

"No," her frown evident as she sat opposite you over the breakfast bar.

"We're ready." You tried, but you could tell that Amanda was stubborn with her choice.

"I won't deny that you are y/n, I know you're ready to take that next step, I just don't think Leah is. You're both only 23, you're still so young, you don't have to rush. Marriage is a big commitment, judt think about it some more," Amanda explained, but your heart had already shattered.

You weren't really expecting her to say no, and had the whole thing already planned out, the ring sat safely hidden away in your bedside draw, where you knew she'd never look. You knew Leah would love the date you had planned, and instead of wasting the cancellations you took her on it anyways.

Leah had butterflies from the moment you'd asked to take her out.

After your conversation in bed a month or two back, she'd been waiting for you to take her out and ask her to be yours forever.

The flowers that had arrived at her door were the first sign, the most beautiful bouquet of roses she'd ever seen.

And then you showed up at her door, dressed to the nines and a smile painted on your lips.

"God, you're so beautiful," you said with a smile, Leah's heart beating at a unknowing pace.

The compliments didn't stop there, and neither did the romance. Every stop in the journey, Leah waited for this to be the location you dropped to your knee and asked her you be yours.

But you never did.

As much as Leah loved the date, she'd also felt her heart break as it came to an end and she still didn't have a ring on her finger.

She didn't sleep that night, wondering if she hadn't been obvious enough in her approach. But you'd literally sat in bed on night and told each other that you were ready, that you'd only ever want each other. Maybe you just hadn't been ready just yet.

Her thought ran wild as she slept peacefully on her chest, her hand running through your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Leah asked, hugging you from behind as you washed up the dishes you'd dirtied from breakfast.

"It's okay baby, I've got some things to take care of this afternoon. Maybe if you're still there at dinner I'll pop over." You smiled, giving her a kiss as she sighed.

It wasn't like you to miss family time. Especially when Amanda was making one of your favourites. Leah chalked it down to some of the stresses you'd had with your agent over the last few weeks, trying to cement a contract that you were worthy of at Arsenal, so you could stay with her.

"The pictures you sent me were lovely," Amanda said as she sat at the table with a tea in her hand, a juice for her daughter who still didn't drink hot drinks.

"Yeah it was amazing," Leah sighed, the frown that graced her forehead for a few seconds was not missed by her mother.

"Okay," she longed out, "that wasn't the reaction I was expecting."

"It was amazing, the most romantic date we've ever been on, and I thought she was going to propose, and she just-" Leah's heart sank, her head fell into her hands as she tried to contain her tears, therefore missing the reaction from her mother.

"She just what?" Amanda said, her hand squeezing lightly on her daughters shoulder in a weak attempt of comfort.

"She just didn't. We've literally spoken about it. I told her I only want her, that I'm ready. She said she was too and I guess I thought she meant she was ready now." Leah still hadn't been able to understand it, but seeing her mothers face made her question what she'd thought of you.

"Would you have said yes?" Amanda asked.

"Without a doubt. I don't want to wait another second." Leah replied.

Your phone buzzed a few seconds after your girlfriend had text you to let you know she was on her way home and that she'd pick up a Nandos for you both on her way back.

You assumed it would be Leah again, but was surprised when you saw Amanda's name on your screen.

"I'm sorry," she said before you even had chance to say hello.

"What have you got to be sorry for?" You laughed slightly, trying to hide your fear. What if she'd said something to Leah and she was coming back to end it.

"I said she wasn't ready and I was wrong, she is ready. You're both ready and I had no right to tell you otherwise. Go get the ring and do it." Amanda rushed down the phone, you could tell she was upset with herself.

"I've already got the ring, Amanda." You laughed.

"I'm home baby," Leah called, kicking off her shoes and heading straight to the kitchen to plate up your food.

"Babe?" She asked when you hadn't responded, only to find you stood in the garden, the fairy lights you'd hung up on the fence when you'd first moved in a-light.

"Darling, what's all this?" She asked as she made her way outside, confused by the roses in your hands.

"I love you," you started, as you handed her the roses. She gave them a sniff before she took in your nervous form. Placing them on the small outdoor table you had, she took your hands in hers, thanking you with a light kiss.

"I love you too." She said with a smile.

"This isn't what I had planned, but I can't wait another second." Still with your hands in hers, you dropped to one knee, only letting go to find the ring that was burning in your back pocket.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 8 years is not enough time to have loved you, and I want to have the opportunity to love every single year you spend on this earth. You are my everything Leah and I-" you stopped when you felt a wet drop on your hand and looked up to find her crying.

"Please don't cry gorgeous," using your thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"They're happy tears, I promise," she spoke through a sob. "Ask me." She demanded.

"Leah, will you make me the happiest girl alive and be my wife?" You ask.

She nods her head, slowly at first, but it quickly turns into a vigorous shake.

"Yes! Yes, yes," she said as she gives you her hand and allows you to slip the ring onto her finger.

She smiled at it for a second, before throwing herself into your arms.

"I thought you were going to propose the other day," she said, calming down enough to speak.

"It's a funny story actually."

To: Mum

She did it🤍

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #england lionesses #lionesses

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number one fan | 18+

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

Plot: Every Tuesday, Eddie and his band perform for a (very) small crowd at the Hideout. Unbeknownst to him, you invited a few of your friends to watch him play and the night was a success. High off the energy, your boyfriend wants to celebrate and thank you.

authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character - I was attempting to not mention anything about school and whatnot. I also have rewritten this like five times so I hope this is okay! Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words.

NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later. its 4am besties

warnings: 18+. minors dni, I'll kick you, language, dirty talk, pet names, bathroom seggs, technically public but the door is locked, grinding aaaand it’s unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!) ur on top bestie! Some fluff x

taglist: @ihrtharlow

Watching Eddie play with his band was something you did every Tuesday. The crowds never got large, maxing at about 5 drunks at a time. It was disheartening, seeing your boyfriends talent so unappreciated. He was a natural with his guitar and his fingers, but his attitude changed from performing for you in his bedroom versus on stage with the boys.

Hawkins never did have a big rock scene, which is why you had made it a habit to travel around for shows. Travelling meant making more friends, and unbeknownst to Eddie, you had called a bunch to invite them to the Hideout.

Metal heads always deliver, and the bar soon was packed with an abundance of punks, chains and leather. You wiggled your way through the crowd, pushing towards the barrier as everyone jumped around you. Eddie’s denim vest covered your cropped tee, the chains of your jeans digging into your skin as you pass another person.

At the barrier, you couldn't help the grin on your red lips as you took in the scene in front of you. Eddie was jumping around the stage, his hair flying with him. Your hands grip the metal bars, joining the crowd as they yelled around you.

Your boyfriend noticed you immediately, his confidence growing evidently stronger as you mouthed the lyrics to the song.

In places like this, he wasn’t Eddie the Freak or Eddie the weirdo. He was Eddie, the guitarist for Corroded Coffin, your own little prince of darkness.

The two of you had met at another show, having complimented him on the Judas Priest badge on his vest.

He had sworn then and there that he was in love.

The song had finished and as the singer was thanking everyone for coming, Eddie winked at you from the stage. He knew this was your doing, having noticed some of your friends amongst the sweaty bodies. You mouth I love you, and he responds with his fist over his heart, repeating the same.

The crowd chant for an encore, but Eddie wants nothing more than to grab you on stage and thank you personally for what you've done. But, the boys don’t want to disappoint, and begin playing another song.

Finally, after what felt like hours, they were finished. You waited for Eddie by the bar, letting him soak up the fame from his new fanboys and girls. Someone had thrown a bra on stage at him, but he had joked quickly that he’ll collect them all for his girlfriend.

You didn’t mind the attention he was getting, it even excited you - knowing you had someone they couldn't have. Eddie didn't believe he was handsome at all, so you hoped that after tonight he would realise just how pretty he was.

Busy chatting away with a stranger, you didn't notice that your boyfriend had finished up with his crowd and was making his way to you. The man at your side wasn’t getting the hint that you weren't interested, but the conversation kept you entertained enough.

A pair of hands slip around your waist, pulling you towards a hard front, the spice of a familiar cologne hitting your senses over the smell of cheap alcohol.

Hair not belonging to you tickled at your neck, Eddie reaching down to mumble in your ear.

“Sorry about the wait sweetheart,” He presses a small kiss to the skin below your ear. “You making friends?”

He knew you weren't, choosing to let you decide whether or not you needed a knight in shining armour. You turned in his grasp, looking up to see his stupid, cheesy grin and puppy eyes gleaming. Choosing not to answer, you wound your hands around his neck, pulling him down to your level.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, almost purring under your touch, until you were close enough to use the hand in his long hair to turn his head towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. Your bar friend had gotten the hint, hands raised in defence as he walked away.

He mumbles something against your lips, and you pull away, revelling in the way he looks at you. He pecks you again, his cheeks flushed. “You did all this for little old me?”

You nod. “I made a few calls.”

“A few calls?” He scoffs, turning his head to stare at the still crowded bar. “I’m not gonna pretend like you didn't invite half of Hawkins here tonight.”

“Pfft, hardly anyone here is from Hawkins, they’re all from out of town.”

“Do you even know all these people?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, his hands pressing a little tighter into your waist. His silver rings biting into your exposed skin with every glide of his fingers. “Should I be jealous that my girlfriend knows so many cool people?”

“I know a handful, that's about it,” You knit your eyebrows together. “Should I be jealous that my boyfriend has a bunch of groupies now?”

He scrunches his nose up at this. “You saw that huh?”

You nod at him, grinning at the way he quickly gets flustered. “Think I saw some moms in there too, you dirty dog.”

“Did you see that bra thrown at me? I was terrified.” Eddie chuckles, clearly lying. “I didn’t know what to do, I was tempted to fling it back.” “I think you handled it pretty well Mr rockstar.” You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “But maybe I should mark you up a bit, let them know you're off the market.” Eddie scoffs. “Is the red lipstick on my face not enough?” Pointing up at the mess he knows you no doubt left on his lips and jaw. Without even needing a mirror, your boyfriend knows you’ve claimed his skin with your favourite colour. It was a habit of yours, not that he minded.

“Hey, it’s either that or I’ll have to keep you on a leash.” You shrug at him, laughing at the way he rolls his eyes.

“I have to be on a leash? Me? That’ll give Eddie the freak a whole new meaning.” You shrug again, pouting at him. He was wearing a plain black tee, and you reached under the fabric, dragging your nails gently across his tummy. He shivers under your touch, his eyes going dark at the feeling. “O-okay, maybe the leash thing, if you want. Whatever you want.”

You're about to say something else when Gareth yells across the room, startling the two of you from your position. Eddie immediately pulls you closer to him, staring back at his friend.

Gareth yells something along the lines of love birds, get a room and other embarrassing things, but Eddie flips him the bird, calling him a jealous butthead.

His friend calls for Eddie to join him and the other guys about something and he tries to come up with a lie, wanting to stay with you. You turn him around your self, removing your hands from under his shirt and pressing them to his denim clad cheeks.

You pat his behind, pushing him towards his group. A bunch of protests leave his lips, but you're already leading him through the crowd. By the time you've reached Gareth and the others, Eddie frowns as you remove your hands.

“She’s always been obsessed with my ass.” He jokes with the others, quickly reaching down to peck your cheek.

“What can I say? It’s a nice ass,” You admit, playing along. “It’s just so round and full, in jeans it looks great but have you seen it with nothing? It just looks even thick-”

“Okay okay,” Eddie puts his hand over your mouth, his eyes squinting as you lick his hand. “You’ve lost your ass privileges.”

The boys all laugh at the two of you, and Eddie removes his hand, wiping the lipstick on his jeans. With a little bow, you take your leave, finding some friends of your own. It was a comfortable night for awhile, having found a spot with some like minded individuals in the corner of the bar.

You couldn't help your eyes, having them wonder over towards your boyfriend every so often. He just looked so different. Confidence suited him. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs crossed as he leaned against a counter, nodding every so often to whatever someone was saying.

God he looked good. You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at the not so tame thoughts soaring through your head. Memories of this morning come flying in, and you immediately cross your legs as the warmth in your belly begins to return.

You sent a silent thank you to whoever was listening, grateful for the bars shitty lighting hiding whatever flush was present on your skin. As if sensing your mood, Eddie had been making his own glances towards you during his talk with the boys. He liked - no- loved seeing you like this. In his clothes, lipstick as bright as can be, hair styled to perfection - surrounded by other likeminded freaks like yourselves.

The way your lips moved with every word, the occasional laugh escaping your chest. God your lips. Eddie gulped, almost scolding himself mentally for staring too long at them. He felt like a prepubescent teen with his porno mags, only being allowed to look but not touch.

The skin of your stomach just looked so smooth and inviting, as if almost asking to have his tongue drag down further and further until he reached heaven. His eyes trail up once more, staring at your chest as it bounces with another heavy chuckle, before lifting once more to your face.

Eddie’s eyes widen, finding you're already watching him with a raised eyebrow. He winks however, to which you reply by curling your finger in a come here right now motion.

Yeah, he's hard.

You were his seductress, a temptress, a minx with a hold over him like no other. He would do anything you asked at the drop of a hat. It almost scared him just how much he loved you, knowing how hard he had fallen so quickly.

Almost.

He excuses himself from the group, saying his goodbyes. He cursed to himself for giving you his vest, wishing he had something to cover the growing tent in his jeans. Thankfully everyone was too focused on whatever drink was in their hand, and Eddie thanked the metal gods for the horrible bar lights.

Meeting him halfway, Eddie grabs your hand, refusing to say anything as he pulled you through the crowd. He was afraid he would say something too obscene and be heard by someone else’s ears. His words for you only.

The two of you reach a dimly lit hallway, the sound of Motörhead's Ace of Spades fading out as you move further into the back of the Hideout. You felt almost giddy, knowing exactly what he was doing. The metal head finds the bathroom door, pushing it open so hard that it bangs against the wall.

Jumping at the action, you swat his back. "There could be someone in here!” You scold him, turning around to make sure no one was in the hallway.

“Oh we can't have that can we sweetheart!” He mock gasps, hand over his heart in fake despair. Eddie makes his way over to the stalls, knocking gently, his head turning to you when there's no answer. “No one in this one, unless they're deaf.” Rolling your eyes, you close the door behind you. “Smart ass.”

He slowly tiptoes to the next stall, again knocking, this time the door slowly opening to reveal another empty stall. Eddie gasps again, waving towards the graffiti covered area. “No one!”

“You know, for someone wanting to fuck you're being very... Hm.” You jest, watching as he squints, waiting for you to finish.

He frowns in a playful way, his hands rolling as you try to find the word. “Very... Hot? Tempting? Super fuckable? Desirable? I could go on for hours baby.”

Yeah, you loved this dork. “Trust me, I know you can.”

Eddie smirks at the double meaning, and rather than replying he walks towards you, the playfulness almost peeling away with every step as his eyes darken. Your head looks up towards him, resting against the bathroom door. He eyes you up and down, his eyebrow raising as you bite your lip.

“We gonna keep eye fucking each other or are you gonna make a move?” You murmur, lifting your hands to rest on his chest.

He scoffs at you. “With the way you've been teasing me all night? I should be making you do all the work,” Eddie pushes the hair off your shoulders, the cold chill of his rings making you shiver. He leans forward to press a hard kiss to your throat, just below your sweet spot. “But then again, you’ve been such a good girl tonight haven't you?”

“I-I think I have been.” You reply, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt as he loomed over you. You were a confident person, sure, it was just another thing Eddie loved about you - but when he stared down at you through his lashes, his stupid long lashes, his lips tilting into a teasing grin as you tried to shrink further into the wall.

“Mm, you did a really nice thing for me,” He pulls back, just enough to rest his nose against yours, his lips almost ghosting your own. “But I think I should thank you somewhere a little nicer than a dingy bathroom, don't you think sweetheart?”

“You can thank me wherever you want Eddie.”

Your words made his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes closing as he mutters a small fuck. “You're just so good to me, aren't you?”

You muster a nod. He goes to speak again when a large knock on the door startles you both, the handle twisting into your back as someone attempts to open it. Eddie grabs your hand, pulling you into the nearest stall and shutting the door behind you.

As the stall door locks, someones entered the bathroom, talking to someone following them. Eddie moves you again, standing to have you pressed against his front. His hand covers your mouth, knowing you would quickly cuss out whoever had ruined your moment.

His free hand grips your waist, and slowly but surely Eddie starts to walk backwards, giving you no choice but to follow suit. His legs hit the toilet, and he kicks it - the lid closing loudly. He winces at the sound, and the voices outside the door stop.

“You okay in there?” Someone asks, and Eddie frees your mouth, moving his hands down to peel away at your his vest, his hands gentle as he slides the material down your arms.

“Yeah I’m okay,” You reply quickly, having smacked his thigh for being so loud. “Just a bit tipsy.”

Eddie lays the vest across the lid, slowly sitting down on the denim as he pulls you down with him. You straddle his thighs, his chest flush with your back. His cock digs into your covered thigh, and he groans as you make contact.

Again, he’s just a little too loud, and the girls outside stand in front of your stall. “Do you want some water?”

Bless them.

“No seriously I’m fine!” Eddie begins to slide his hands up your tummy, copying your movements from earlier on in the night. You tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder. He glides towards your breast from under your cropped tee, squeezing the exposed skin as your nipples harden. “S-seriously, superrrr fine.”

He grins at your words, continuing his assault on your other breast. He pinches your left nipple and you release a small noise at the feeling.

“Do you want us to call someone? Like a friend or-” “She's fine.” Eddie replies for you, almost annoyed at the intrusion. Your nails dig into his thigh, and the women outside giving a knowing ‘oh’ at the reveal.

They leave quickly, and Eddie mumbles a finally, having had enough. As the door closes behind them, your boyfriend attempts to grab you, but you stand much to his dismay.

He almost whines, but quickly stops himself as he watches you lift your shirt up and over your head. The cool air does nothing to hide the goosebumps on your skin, and Eddie sends a fake prayer with joined hands.

“I’m really digging the whole no bra thing,” He mumbles, taking in your appearance. “No panties?”

You shrug in response, a silent way of telling him to ‘come find out’.

He reaches for you, but you stop him, ignoring his confused expression. “Pants,” You point down. “Lose them.”

The bulge of his dick looks almost painful in his jeans, and he doesn't hesitate, undoing his belt and fly. He pushes his jeans down towards his thighs, his boxers following after. Copying his movements, you strip off your pants, letting them pool around your ankles as you step out of them. The air was cold, but god you felt so warm.

You're pushing the hair out of your eyes as Eddie starts stroking himself, his breathing becoming laboured as you smile at him. “Fuck,” He breathes out, no panties, he fists himself a little harder as you stand in front of him. “You have no idea w-what you do to me sweetheart.”

“I have a rough idea.” You reply, moving forward to sit on his lap.

He curses loudly as you sit just before his cock, moving your hand to slide under his top yet again and make its way down. He stares at you, his lips parting slightly as he fights back a moan. You glide over the small tuft of hair below his belly button before meeting his own hand, replacing his fingers from around his dick.

He groans under your touch, and you stand up a little on your tiptoes, guiding him towards your pussy. You both felt like you were on fire. Eddie reaches for your hips, almost fighting with himself to not just absolutely fucking ruin you then and there.

His palms flatten against the small of your back as you slide down on his thick cock, your eyes squeezing shut as you take him in. “Jesus H Christ,” he chokes out your name. “You’re s-so fucking warm, so wet.”

When you reach the base, he thrusts by accident, the area just above his dick hitting your delicate and sensitive area. Your hands reach out to grab his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself. “You okay princess?”

You nod meekly, feeling so full. Eddie smiles, his brown eyes looking down at you almost proudly.

“Y’know how beautiful you look right now? S-Sitting on my cock like its-” You cut him off by clenching around him, his mouth opening bigger with a groan. “S-Shit, don’t do that, I’ll cum right now and make it awkward f-for the both of us.”

His hands slip down between you, gripping your thighs roughly, hoisting you up a little so that your legs straddle him a little tighter. Eddie’s breathing speeds up, a tiny whimper leaving your throat as a soft groan spills out of his mouth. He lifts his head to kiss you, and as he begins to thrust slowly, you bit his lip. He pulls back with a grunt, staring down at where you meet.

The toilet seat beneath you rattles at the action, and you're so thankful that no one has come into the bathroom again. With the support of his arms around your thighs and the searing heat of Eddie’s body, he attempts to bring you impossibly closer - desperate to feel more.

Eddie tucks his face into your throat and starts thrusting a little harder. His legs part a little, giving him better leverage to fuck deeper into you, and you squeal, feeling so full. He grins against your throat, before biting at the already marked skin. “Feel s’good baby, so good.”

You both sigh at the same time, feeling the immense build up in the lower parts of your stomach. Eddie whispers your name, lifting his head as he lifts his hand to your chin - guiding your lips to his in a rough kiss. Wet, swollen lips and accidental teeth, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your jaw as you reach around his neck and thread your fingers into his long hair.

“Jesus, Jesus f-fucking,” Eddie groans, his cock sliding out all the way before thrusting in harder. “Fucking s-shit sweetheart.”

“Fuck Eddie,” You cry out, feeling your slick leaking onto yours and Eddie’s thighs. “S’fucking good, feel like y-you’re splitting me in half.” You manage to get the words out, Eddie chuckling against your lips.

“I got you,” He murmurs, his eyes squeezing shut as you squeeze around him again. Eddie curses your name, and the coil in your belly grows - well and truely ready to unravel. “You there baby?

You can only nod, whining as Eddie reaches down, his thumb beginning to circle your clit. Your chest is heaving, almost gasping for air as his head dips down, pressing a wet kiss to your breast. The sound of skin against skin battles against Black Sabbath, but ultimately looses to the loud bass banging through the bathroom.

With his thumb against your clit and his cock dragging nice and deep inside, Eddie mumbles something against your chest, sucking a mark above your breast. “C’mon sweetheart, I got you.”

Fisting his hair, Eddie feels you clench around him a little harder than before, and rubs your sensitive clit with just a tad more pressure.

“F-Fuck yes, holy shit E-Eddie,” Your stomach tightens as he grins widely, his hips rotating in such a way that you're practically shaking in his lap. “I’m gonna c-”

A silent scream takes over you as your orgasm takes over you, your head tilting back and eyes shutting immediately as a small tear slides down your cheek. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulders now, no doubt leaving marks. All you can feel is Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

His name leaves your red stained lips like a prayer, and if it weren't for the fact your boyfriend was also chasing his orgasm, he would’ve mocked you.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” He praises you as you come down from your high, Eddie making your orgasm last as he continues thrusting. “Like an a-angel, no, you are so not a fuckin’ angel.” He corrects himself. You knew he was close, Eddie having a habit of rambling when he's near his climax.

“Could watch you like this forever,” He whines. “S’good for me baby, could fuck you for d-days if you let me, my pretty girl.” It’s your turn to drop your face into his shoulder, kissing the exposed skin above his shirt.

“You gonna cum inside me?” You turn to whisper into his ear, a weak smile on your face as he nods eagerly.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “P-please yes, is that okay? Can I cum inside sweetheart?” You nod, slowly grinding down on him again. Eddie swears loudly. “Fuck I love you - I fucking - christ.”

Eddie pulls at your hair, forcing your head back into a searing kiss. He cries out against your lips, finding his own release. He shakes beneath you, his body stiffening as he gasps out your name. He throbs between your legs, his thrusts slowing down as he comes down from his own high. You feel him inside, his cock twitching as you still grind down on him.

The two of you stay like that for a little way, both attempting to catch your breath.

“You okay?” You break the silence, tilting his chin up as he sighs.

“I should be asking you that,” He wipes away at the stray tear from before. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” Eddie visibly relaxes as you shake your head, now pushing away the messy strands of hair from your forehead.

“Thank you.” He goes to continue when you cut him off.

“For the sex?” You ask, eyebrow raised as he scoffs.

“No you idiot, well, yes,” He corrects himself. “But no, for everything you did tonight, you didn't have to do all of that.”

You peck his lips. “Don't mention it Eds, I’m happy you're getting the attention you deserve. Small bars now, big arenas next.”

He smiles with teeth, pulling you closer to him. You both groan at the feeling, still being sensitive. “As long as I have my number one fan with me, I don't give a shit whose listening.”

“Whose that?” You tease, Eddie rolling his eyes.

“Dustin, obviously.”

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