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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] Chapter 19- Baby #2?
A/N from 👢 anon: Hey guys !! I'm sorry for the delay. Life got a little crazy, but thankfully this chapter was already ready.
Life is changing for the woods. And yes, we have sex. Enjoy people.
Since that night in the Bahamas, when Miles talked about what he wants for you, if you get pregnant again, it crosses your mind at least three times a day.
Are you ready to go through all of that again ?
That's what you ask yourself, looking at the mirror as you get ready for the team get-together. The season is almost here, and the leaders decided that it's good to have all the families and everybody together.
“Babe, are you ready ?” Miles asks from the bathroom door.
You blink a few times, coming back from the transe.
“Almost, give me a couple of minutes. Can you make sure Lily has everything ?” Miles walks to you and kisses your cheek. He looks into the mirror with you.
“Everything for my wife and daughter.”
You smile as he moves to check Lily's bag. Maybe it's time for another one. How can you not give this man another baby ? He's the perfect dad.
You take a deep breath to clear your mind. You finish getting ready and join them downstairs.
You smile seeing Lily sleepy in her daddy's arms. You grab the bag from Miles. He uses his free hand to wrap around your waist for a kiss.
“You look gorgeous, babe.” He says, leaning in for a kiss.
Your cheeks get warm at the compliment. Miles leads his girls to the car. While he settles Lily, you get in the passenger seat. He starts the car, and you guys are on your way. He rests his hand on your thigh. You squeeze his hand softly.
“Are you excited for the season ?” You ask him.
“Yeah, I think this season is going to be fun.” You nod, and you look to the back seat. Lily is out. She'll have lots of energy to play later.
Mel greets you guys, followed by Gabe, the Avs captain. Miles is holding Lily, and you have the bag. Mel shows you where you can leave the diaper bag. Miles goes outside, and you decide to greet the other halves and talk to them a little. As more people start to get there, the sounds get louder and Lily wakes up.
Miles gives her some water before letting her go play. You move outside with the halves, and you shake your head seeing your husband playing with the kids.You sit and continues the conversation with the halves. Lily is still a little sleepy, so she's a little slow. But when she's fully awake, she's playing like her dad.
It doesn't take long for Miles to come join you. He brings you a drink, and you thank him softly. He taps your hips, and you get up for him to sit, then he brings you to sit on his lap. You thank him for the drink with a kiss. You play with the hair on the back of his neck with your free hand.
“Are you okay, babe ?” He squeezes your hips asking.
“Yeah.”
You look back to where the kids are playing. Lily is one year and a half. She's playing on her own time, but she's playing. That big diaper butt, she's so happy. You miss that feeling, to be pregnant with his baby, to go through that in a better environment.
You look at him.
“I want another one.” At first, it's almost a mumble.
Miles looks at you a little confused because he doesn't understand you.
You take a deep breath. “I want another one, another baby.”
The biggest grin possibly spread on miles lips.
“Are you sure ?” He needs to know.
“Yeah, I am. I want another baby with you. Do you want another baby with me ?”
“Yes, I do, babe.”
You smile hearing his reply. It's such a relief.
“ And I promise if you're already expecting. My answer will be different than last time.” He says with a chuckle.
“No I'm not. But I appreciate that.” You rest your forehead on his, just enjoying this moment with him.
Then you hear Lily's cry and call for you. You peck his lips before going to check on your baby. Miles stares at your ass the whole time. He's so ready to start trying with you.
You squat, asking Lily what happened. She only makes grabby hands. You pick her up, kissing her head.
One of the kids said that the ball had hit her and she started to cry. It wasn't on purpose. You assure them that it's okay and she's going to be okay.
You sit with her on Miles’ spot. You ask her if it's hurting, she nods, and you kiss her head. Saying that mommy is there. She just clings to you. Miles brings her water cup. You give it to her to drink and just hold your baby.
Miles asks if she's okay and you nod. Everything is okay. He sits beside you and you guys stay in your little bubble until it's time to eat. Lily feels better now. Her mama was there for her, she got cuddles, and she's hungry. You smile, watching Lily opening her mouth to get your food. Miles offers to hold her, but you say that it's okay.
You can't help but laugh at Ross chirping Miles' curls, saying that he needs to let you help him. You and Miles share a known look. You both know why he doesn't ask your help with the curls.
Ross looks at you all seriously.
“What did you see in Woody, (y/n) ?”
You look at Miles and then at Ross.
“Him.” You move your hand up and down your husband.
Miles smirks, giving Ross some shit. You chuckle and feed Lily.
You guys stay there until Lily starts to get too grumpy. She wants to sleep, as much as you're having fun. She's a priority, and you guys are going home.
Miles is just in his silly mood as you guys move to the car. You settle Lily in her carseat, and Miles takes care of her bag.
He moves to your side of the car, he pins you against the car.
“Sooooooo…” You chuckle, hearing him not being smooth.
“Yeah ?” You arch your brow at him.
“You were being truthful about baby #2, right ?”
“Yes, Miles. I want another baby.” He feels so relaxed hearing you say those words.
“So… Can we start trying tonight ?” You chuckle as you move your hand lower on his abs.
“Yeah, we can. But I need to pull the goalie. That's the only way you can score, dude.”
You peck Miles lips. He was going to say something, but your lips feel so nice, he forgots.
He opens the door for you. He feels so happy. After settling in the car, he holds your hand before starting the car. Occasionally, he brings your hand to his lips.
Later that night, you guys start trying for baby number 2.
……
The past few months have been a roller coaster. Both of you are giddy and so happy. Lots of sex, but a few negative tests. That's making you sad because you can see the light disappearing in his eyes every time you say negative.
He's been a gentleman, making sure that you're okay and assuring that everything is okay. When the time is right, you will be pregnant.
Now you're holding another negative test in your hands. As the tears stream down your face. Lily is asleep while you cry in the bathroom. Miles will be home soon after practice.
You're thinking of a way to tell Miles again that it's a no. You understand that it takes a little time for the pills to stop. This is just so disappointing.
Miles comes in, and the house is quiet. He knows that it's nap time for Lily. So he needs to find you right now. He finds you in the bathroom crying. He moves to sit beside you. Miles brings you close.
“I'm sorry, I don't know if I can continue doing this.” You just blurt it out. This has been a painful process, too.
“It's okay, sweetheart, we can take a break as long as you need.” He kisses your head, holding you close.
“I'm sorry for continuing to disappoint you.” Miles' heart shatters hearing you say that.
“You're not, babe. These things happen and take time. But I know we're going to be parents again.” You nod, resting against his side. This wasn't supposed to happen. Miles kisses your head and just holds you. You sigh, cleaning your tears before getting up. Miles watches you. He holds your hand, holding you in place.
“We're going to be okay, sweetheart.” He gets up bringing you into his arms again.You hold him tight, taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself. You say that you're going to finish lunch and ask him to check on Lily.
Miles kisses you and says that he loves you. You reply that you love him too. You need to calm yourself and go back to that initial feeling. The giddy and happy one, where you both are full in.
The rest of the day, you mope when you're alone. But when you're with Lily, she's the only thing that matters.
Miles spends the rest of the day trying to think of a way to talk to you and assure you this delay doesn't change anything for him. His love is the same.
When he gets home from the game, you greet him before going to use the bathroom. Miles cuddles Lily for a little while, and then he joins you. He changes and waits for you in bed shirtless. He pulls you by the hand. You settle on his lap, hugging him. He rubs your back.
“Babe, this doesn't change anything. I promise you.” He says, rubbing your back.
You nod, just needing him to hold you right now.
“Do you want to stop trying ?” You shake your head no, because that's not what you want.
“Okay, I'll be right here when you're ready to try again.” He kisses your shoulder.
This is a good reassurance to you. You just need a little time before going full in again.
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One week later
One night after Miles put Lily to sleep. He's sitting outside drinking his beer, trying to cool down from the short roadie.
You watch him from the backdoor. You walk towards him, and he smiles, seeing you getting close. You pick the bottle from his hand before straddling his hips.
You take a sip as you lock eyes with him. Miles hand rest on your lower back.
“Let's make a baby, handsome.” You say grinding against him.
Miles groans as he leans to lock lips with you.
He rests his forehead on yours. “Are you sure, babe ?”
“Yeah, let's do this.” You smirk, licking his lips.
Miles throws his head back as you get up. You look over your shoulder like “You're going to just stand there ?” Miles shakes his head and follows you. He closes the backdoor before following you.
You tease him the whole way up the stairs. Miles catches you at the top, and you laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist.
He kisses you, you giggle, and he shushes you because of Lily. He likes the way you are right now. Things look good and you're more relaxed.
Miles picks you up and throws you onto the bed, making you giggle and moan. You love it when he shows his strength. You take your shirt off. You're so needy for him. He does the same before moving to be on top of you. You bring him in for a kiss. It's been a week, and you guys are needy for each other.
Miles lowers himself. He starts to grind against you. Feeling him get hard makes you happy. You moan into the kiss. Miles strips himself and then you.
He kisses his way down your body, but you pull his hair to stop him.
“Miles, I just need you. I don't need foreplay…please.” You plead him.
Miles looks at you with big eyes. He likes this a lot. He checks if you're wet enough for him. You are but not the way he would like to. So he moves to grab the bottle of lube. He's not going to hurt you.
Miles strips himself and pours some lube to make sure it's going to be good for you. He slides inside you, drawing a moan from you.
He attacks your neck when you throw your head back. Miles starts to move slowly, building up the moment and your wetness. Then, he gets in a comfortable rhythm.
You cling to his biceps, leaving marks. Miles says that he needs you to cum for him, before he can give you what you want.
You groan, but nod, bringing him in for another kiss. Miles moves his hand to your clit to bring your orgasm closer. You focus on him- his movements, his lips.
Miles nibble your bottom lip, that little pain brings you over the edge. You get tight around him, Miles focuses on getting you through your orgasm.
He continues moving his hips, Miles hooks your ankles on his shoulders to get as deeper as he can inside. Now, he can focus on his own orgasm. You tell him how much you want another baby, that you want to be big with his baby. He loses it big time.
It doesn't take long for Miles to cum inside you. Both of you are a mess, he lowers your legs down and you dig your heels on his ass. You need him there. He rests his forehead on yours while both of you are breathing heavily.
“Thank you.” You say softly, fixing that little curl on his forehead.
Miles can only grin at you. He kisses your forehead. You can feel him getting softer inside you. You don't want him to pull out, but he has to. He pulls out, pushing the cum that leaks out of you inside.
“We have to make sure we don't waste any drop.” He says pushing a little more cum inside you.
You sigh, making grabby hands for him. Miles chuckles as he lays beside you. You rest your head on his chest. That's exactly what you needed.
He asks if you're okay and you totally are. Having that break helped you big time, with understanding that you don't need to pressure yourself. You guys didn't do that with Lily, and she's perfect.
You doze off for a couple minutes sweaty and with his cum in you. But your body wakes you to use the bathroom, you shower because of the sweat. After your shower you crawl back in bed with your man.
….
A few weeks after that night, you start to feel sick. Throwing up and feeling tired, Miles wanted to stay home with you, but you said that you were going to be fine. So he went for another roadie.
One morning, you're playing with Lily, and she hits your boobs. It hurts a little. You look at her and your brain click. Maybe it's time for another test. You look on your period app, seeing that you're late. A little hope grows in your heart.
You take Lily to the grocery store to buy what you guys need for the next couple days before Miles gets home. On your way back, you buy a few options of pregnancy test.
You put those in your bathroom when you get home. Today, when you need Lily to go down quickly, she decides that she's not too tired to sleep when you need her to. She gets grumpy one hour after her nap time. You're patient with her until she decides that she really needs her sleep.
You watch her a little bit, then you go to the bathroom and meet your faith. After peeing on the sticks, those 5 minutes feel like forever. You close your eyes, just hoping this test is positive.
The timer goes off and startles you a little. You take a deep breath before picking the test. A huge smile spreads on your lips, and tears start to stream down your cheeks. This time, it's happy tears. You cover your mouth seeing that “positive” on it. You take two more tests, and they all say that same thing.
You can't believe it. It's going to happen. You and Miles are going to have another baby. You can make an announcement to him. You kinda want to tell him right now, but you're going to wait. You both deserve that moment.
Miles facetimes you, you clean your tears and take a deep breath before picking up. You smile seeing his silly grin on the screen. You update each other. Miles says that he'll be home in a couple hours. You can wait for that.
You hang up and sit down to think about the announcement. You know you want to use Lily, so maybe a little jersey for her. A tiny avs jersey needs to happen, too. You make the calls that night. Everything is planned. Now, all you need to do is wait.
Miles gets home in the middle of the night. You want to blurt it out for him. But you're not going to. You guys enjoy his off day, even if you're dying to tell him.
The next morning, he goes to practice, and you and Lily go get the things you ordered. Getting home, you let her play while you prepare everything in your room.
You change Lily's shirt to the one you got for her, then ask if she wants to cuddle with Mommy because Mommy is tired. She agrees, and you guys wait for Miles in bed.
Miles get home and it's quiet, he knows that it's not lily's nap time because it's early. So he goes look for you guys, he find you in bed cuddling. He moves closer to the bed, as soon as Lily sees him she's throwing herself at him.
He picks her up like she's nothing. He kisses her head, and he asks what you guys are doing. She says that “mama is tired."
Miles looks at you a little worried. You look at the direction of the surprise. Miles follows your gaze, and his face goes to pure confusion.
He moves closer to the ballons and box. He sees a big “Hi daddy” in one of the ballons, he looks at you and you shrug. Miles sees there is a box, and he opens. He sees your positive test, a card in your handwriting, “Ready for round two daddy ?” and a tiny Avs jersey with daddy on it.
His face is pure confusion, he looks at Lily and then at you. He still didn't see her shirt.
Tears starts to form in his eyes. He puts Lily on the bed.
“Are you for real ??” He asks in disbelief. You nod, getting teary, too.
“Are we…. ??” He can't even finish his thought.
“Yeah, we are pregnant.” You clean your tears as Miles crawl into bed with you. He crashes his lips into yours, hugging you tight. You hug him back. Lily crawls to join the hug. Miles opens a space for her.
“You're going to be a big sis, baby.” He tells her as he leans to kiss her head. Lily giggles and hugs your side. You clean Miles' tears. You tell Lily to show Daddy her shirt. Miles giggles, seeing the word only crossed out with older child under it. He grins at you, not really knowing what to do.
Then, like he needs to, he says out loud.
“We're going to have another baby !!!” You and Lily look at each other and smile. Yeah, things are going to be just fine.
Later that night, you and Miles are cuddling after his game. You're running your hand through his hair while he lays under your boobs rubbing his hand over your flat stomach.
“I already love you, baby.” He says to your stomach, making you giggle. Then he looks at you, more in love than he has ever been, if that's possible.
“And I love you and always will.” You smile.
“I love you, Miles.” He kisses your stomach as he replies and enjoys this moment.
It was worth waiting for this moment to happen. You couldn't be happier.
#miles wood x reader#blog submission#👢 anon#miles wood imagine#our little family#MY ANSWER WILL BE DIFFERENT THAN LAST TIME LMAO#It fucking better be woody#oh that took a turn I did not expect#THE LIGHT DIMS FROM HIS EYES 😩#STFU...#WANT TO BE BIG WITH HIS BABY#BREEDING KINK CONFIRMED#the little jersey! and the shirt! so sweet!#finally Lily is getting the sibling she deserves!
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@ballcrusher74 BOO MF!!!!!!😈😈😈😈
#sensitive sense is very funny i could've written that better#but overall i went insANE in the past like what 20 hrs or so and made a nutcracker yaoi comic#people do NOT appreciate the amount of beautiful eye content you can draw with nutcrackers#not my oc (fencer)#ITS NOT GOING TO MAKE SENSE BUT IN DRAWING THE LAST PANEL THIS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MLP FANSONG PLAYED#AND NOW I CAN'T SEE THESE GUYS WITHOUT THINKING ABT IT N ITS FUCKING ME UP /POS/CONFUSED#Feed Me With Your Heart by Ponyphonic btw thats now how i imagine fencer sounding im so so sorry#on a last note i could not for the life of me figure out how i wanted Woodys jaw mechanism to look like#Fencer is more consistent just look at the pretty colors okay#lethal company#lethal company oc
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fuck that Woody looking ass mf, once again bring back Val
#f1#lewis hamilton#formula 1#fuck that woody from toystory looking mf#if he won’t stop trying to be better than lewis which he won’t be#anti george russell#valewis#valtteri bottas
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pov youre talking to a dst minmaxer and theyre bashing on literally every fem character in the game.
+ stupid bonus beneath the cut
#dst#don't starve together#i literally can't stand it i am at my wits end#'wolfgang and maxwell and woodie are better than wigfrid in every way'#'winona is a glorified wilson'#'willows are useless griefers' SHUT UUUP SHUT UP!!!#DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR THEM TO BE ALL OF THE LGBT SPECTRUM ALL AT THE SAME TIME#SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT#charlie doesn't get that bc she's not a playable character but. i feel like she doesn't get enough respect either idk#so on the list she goes
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Not to be self indulgent… but V(ance) going on a gig where he has to go undercover as a supermodel again
#taking to myself tag#Vk#Vance kusanagi#Venus Kusanagi#I also HC that They have been to Dogtown before the events of phantom liberty#but it was as a young teenager when they had to get chipped#and likely also did a fashion show there before that I imagine mister hands or Kurt Hanson attended#wtv high-value individuals are in Dogtown anyways. mostly bc ppl who attend pretentious fashion shows like that are always the wealthy elite#in the events of 2077 V(ance) attends the black sapphire party as Venus#he doesn’t like it but he has to. bc In the events of 2077 he hasn’t fully transitioned#he’s only recently found himself (the years that he lived with Jackie and mama Welles was rly what helped him find himself)#so he’s still like in the process of transitioning technically. first was socially (after getting fired and with his choom)#and then is rly early in the stages of testosterone#he’s getting there ❤️#but yeah uhhhhh love the idea of him having to don his old title again before everything and before he was V/ance#esp cuz in 2077 we know how fucked the supermodel world is (very) so getting to relive that but as an older#more in control person. it probably feels much better and to a degree fills him with confidence of like ‘why was I ever afraid of others’#‘why was I ever afraid of being a person’#also he has his own guns and weapons and chrome now and he can do whatever he wants <3#woody voice: shut up johnny I’ll kill you
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Even more people that would be better Fathers and mentors to the Umbrella Academy than Reginald “ Fucking Simp” Hargreeves in no particular order:
[PART 1]
(Five travel to the future)
(Five travel to the past)
(Five travels to Seattle)
(Klaus dies a shit ton of times and he is not even ten yet and Grim is tired of chaperoning this eight year old every time his dad kills him so he takes things in his own hands)
(Not a human version of him, he is still a toy. Ben found him in the carnival when he and his siblings sneaked out one night. Woody is just breaking every toy law to talk and move around them)
(They are still cats. Viktor feeds Misto from time to time when he appears on the courtyard and was just mildly scared when he received a “Thank you” from the tuxedo cat. Just a Magical Cat, his Maine Coon boyfriend and seven kids following them)
(He has beef with Reginald personally)
(He also has beef with Reginald personally)
(It started as a “Take over Gotham with my child army” plot but them he got attached so now Martin has seven siblings. Gertrude loves them. Ed and Five have a blood feud.)
(I don’t know man, I just thought it would be funny)
#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#fuck reginald hargreeves#all my homies hate reginald hargreeves#better dads for the hargreeves 2022#viktor arcane#jayce talis#spencer shay#granada holmes#gaobam grim#woody pride#rum tum tugger#mister mistoffelees#marvin the martian#ppg him#oswald cobblepot#al capone
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fuck
i really hate the toy story franchise but andy at the end of ts3 gasping when bonnie makes woody wave goodbye and andy almost tearing up whispering 'goodbye guys' i will always cry
#i just saw a clip of it i didnt even watch it but im like sobbing rn fuck#woody shouldve gone to college w him idc😤 bonnie left him for a spork like 3 months later woody deserves better
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What. The. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck?
#toy story#toy story 3#pixar#this was a complete mindfuck to listen to#this shouldn't be called the blended family draft#this should be called the just doing whatever the fuck draft#HAVING SOME RANDOM DUDE MARRY ANDY'S MOM COMPLETELY MISSES THE POINT OF WOODY AND BUZZ'S RELATIONSHIP TO ANDY!#and it feels like we're just trying to write the toys more like humans than toys#this gives fanfiction vibes#or ice age sequel vibes#the real toy story 3 is better than this because it ACTUALLY CONTINUES THE STORY FROM THE LAST MOVIE#AND CONTINUES CHARACTER ARCS THAT ARE INTEGRAL TO TOY STORY'S FUCKING STORY!#I'm sorry i got mad#i just hate people coming in saying this feels like a better plot than the actual Toy Story 3!#no#this is mindfuck
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Rotates swap au Wickerbottom in my head. Gotta love old women trapped in self imposed cycles of pain and regret
#rat rambles#shes been running on a thread for a long time but damn if the woodie incident didnt fucking wreck her#just when she was starting to find a bit more security and hope it all went to shit and Im not saying it was entirely her fault but.#it uh kind of was lol#like yeah she didnt know that things would go this wrong but yknow maybe it wouldnt have ruined her life as horribly as it did if she was a#bit more upfront abt what she was doing and didnt run away from the concequences of her actions immediatley afterwards#she had her reasons to act so secretly but they werent anywhere near a good reason to experiment on someone without consent#she and woodie get on slightly better terms later on in the constant but only slightly#its much more woodie tollerating her than forgiving her#and wicker does have things shes actually mad at him for but she doesnt feel she has the right to berate him#its a very uneasy aliance that mostly just rests on neither of them wanting the other dead despite everything#hey being with the rest of the survivors does kinda force wicker to actually get her shit together a lil#shes still not perfect but she also recognises that she has to at least try to do more than make herself feel more miserable day to day#she may not feel she deserves to escape this hell but the others do especially the kids so if for nothing else she at least feels obligated#to keep supporting them#she and wx also have some potentially interesting stuff with how they both fucked up someone they cared abt in irreversable ways#wx is desperate to shed themself of guilt while wicker violently clings to it#its wicker being stuck in a state of 'I can fix them' while also knowing that she cant rly judge or help them without being a hypocrite#idk exactly what I wanna do with them yet but I do wanna do smth since it has the potential I think#anyways time to shower
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Needs Must III
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
WC: 2.2k
TW: frottage into outercourse, unprotected p in v, squirting, creampie. explicit smut.
18+ MDNI
“Hey, John—” and choke back a yelp when you realize that the person standing in front of you isn’t Johnny, but the one man you haven’t seen in months.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Despite your shock, a sound of disgust escapes your lips involuntarily, causing him to chuckle. Ghost walks past you, brushing his bicep with your shoulder, and heads to the living room to take off his leather jacket, placing it on the backrest of your couch— and the gloves follow. You stood behind him, arms crossed, curling your socked toes nervously into the soft fibers of your carpet.
He leisurely rolls up the silky satin dress shirt sleeves, exposing the intricate tattoos adorning his forearms. Without turning around, he softly says, “C’mere, pet.” His deep baritone voice pulls at your heartstrings because it’s been so long, you missed him more than you’d like to admit. With a deep breath, you attempt to steady your racing heart, your gaze fixed on the ground, and slowly approach him.
“Oh?” and he tips your chin up with his finger, demanding your attention, noticing his amused smile. “Johnny fuck you into submission, er somethin’?” Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you’re unsure if it’s out of embarrassment or anger.
“Don’t look surprised. He’s my best friend.” Spluttering, you heatedly ask, “And what? Y’all just gossip like old hens over ‘work’?” finger quoting the last word. With a cheeky grin, he casually shrugs his shoulders. “Somethin’ like tha’. If you worried, he gave you a glowin’ review,” the grin turns into a slight sneer, “bastard.”
Ghost gives you a once-over, sweeping his eyes from your feet to your head, and holds your gaze for a second, then murmurs, “Come.” With a gentle yet commanding hold on your wrist, he pulls you towards the bedroom, and you’re reminded of the times he pinned both of your hands onto the bed with his large one— sending a very familiar ache between your legs. He sits you on the edge of the bed, toes his shoes off, and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the strong muscles of his chest and his soft, slightly round stomach. He doesn’t even bother removing it fully, instead, he reaches for the waistband of your shorts. You extend your leg out, firmly pressing your dainty foot on his sternum, keeping him in place.
He stills, and you speak before he gets a chance to. “What’re you doing here, Ghost?” His heavy, dark gaze is unwavering, entrancing. “‘M here f’you. You didn’t honestly think tha’ I’d let you keep callin’ Johnny instead o’me?” He encircles your delicate ankle with his long fingers and pushes your leg to the side— the other hand taking the hem of your skirt, dragging it up until it bunches around your waist, and slots himself between your spread thighs. Lips brush against your cheek before moving up to your ear. “What is it? He treat you better than me?” His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. Instead of waiting for a reply, he catches your earlobe with his teeth, nibbling on it. Your hands promptly fist the sides of his open shirt, mewling at the pinch of his bite. “Hm?” he questions as he grinds his clothed erection against your center.
You’re lightheaded from the sound of his voice, the heat of his body seeping into your skin, the smell of his cologne— a woody aromatic fragrance, all of it so fucking intoxicating. He delivers a sharp, stinging slap to the side of your thigh, demanding your attention, and it sends a jolt straight to your dripping cunt— making it contract around nothing. “He fuck you better than I have?” You give him a vigorous shake of your head, and a needy moan spills from your mouth as he gives your core a particularly hard thrust, the hard metal of the zipper rubbing against your clit. You begin to grind your hips down onto him and move one hand from his now very crinkled shirt, to hold on to the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You boutta come all over my trousers, baby?”
And then his hands are on your waist, firmly keeping you in place. You whine loudly, you were so close—
“Then why did you stop seeing me?” Your head is so heavily clouded with arousal, drunk off of him that the answers tumble out unwittingly— mind solely focused on getting the friction back where you need it most.
“I wanted you all f’me,” slurring your words, “Guess the hand y’always used to choke me with kept the blood from flowing t’my head—” your rambling is cut off by his mouth slanting over yours, tongues entangling. He swallows all of the salacious noises you let slip, drinks them in, makes them his— makes you his. When he pulls away, you find yourself gasping for air. With a raspy voice, you mumble, “I thought you—” and he silences you with another hungry kiss.
“I only kiss what’s mine.” He hooks his thumbs into the band of your knickers and pulls them off, throwing them somewhere behind his shoulder. He swiftly undoes his trousers and steps out of them along with his boxer shorts. “Let’s play a game of Simon says, pet.” He maneuvered your hands to grab under your thighs, keeping them spread for him. Leaning forward, he leans on one arm, using the other to press the head of his cock on your puffy lips, holding it in place with his thumb. He slowly thrusts up, making sure you feel every ridge and vein against your swollen clit, “And I say, you come f’me, just” thrust “like” thrust “this.”
You push your hips down when he pulls back, up when he drags his thick cock up, delicious friction on your bundle of nerves. Every roll of his hips gets you closer to your climax, your pussy dripping slick down to your perineum. Your thighs start to tremble in your sweaty hands, body tense. “Oh my god. Ohmy—”
He shifts his weight from his arm to lean on his elbow, heavy body flush against yours, pressing you into the bed— fisting your hair and pulling it taut, tilting your face up to his.
“It’s either my name or none at all.” He punctuates the syllables with his thrusts. “Si - mon.”
Releasing your thighs, you dig your nails into the sides of his waist, grip tightening at your impending orgasm. Simon grunts a low, gravelly sound. “There they are. My kitten’s sharp claws,” one more thrust, then again, he moans, “Come f’me, baby.” And you tip over the edge. Anything he might’ve said after is completely muted either by the ringing in your ears or the wail that clawed out of your throat. Collapsing, you twitch and shake in Simon’s arms, taking in ragged breaths.
“You with me?” giving him a weak nod. Slowly, he pulls away, and there’s clear, stringy liquid dripping from his tip connecting to the hood of your pussy. He moves you to lie in the middle of the bed gently, body completely limp, plain dead weight, then walks to your nightstand. “What’s with all the lambskin condoms?”
A soft, relaxed sigh slips out of you. “Johnny’s allergic to latex, I had no idea. Had to go without one the first time.” Simon lets out a drawn-out hum, then drops the protection back into the drawer. He shrugs off his damp satin shirt, then gets on the bed, crawling over you— covering your body easily with his, and prods his bare cock at your entrance.
“But you’re mine now, aren’t you? Gonna let me take what’s mine?” Swallowing thickly, you look at him, and his eyes are dark, glittering— gaze intense. Maybe you took too long to answer because he starts to slowly push the tip in, and hisses, “You’re mine, only mine. Got it?” and your tight, rippling walls stretch around his invasion. Your breathy moan is cut off when he bottoms out, flared head firmly pressing into your cervix. He’s at a dead end, and he grinds down, almost like he’s trying to push it past that, feeling a deep pinch at the entrance of your womb. The pressure is punishing, incessant, you swear you can feel him in your throat. “Nod if you understand,” he snarls.
You do as he says, no commands, nodding with messy, jerky movements. “Good girl.” He relents, pulling back to sit on his haunches to press one leg into your bed and hook the other over his shoulder. Wordlessly, he sets a fast pace, but his thrusts are shallow, in a staccato rhythm— and fuck him, because he knows precisely where to hit. Ruthless prodding against your sweet spot, over and over again. It feels like jabs to the underside of your bladder, and every tap makes that feeling sharper, acute. Oh no. Nono—
You know exactly what’s going to happen. Your eyes glisten with tears, cascading down your cheeks, as the overwhelming sensation takes hold, and with every thrust, it only becomes more concentrated.
“Awh, my poor pet. Feels tha’ good, does it? Look at you, cryin’.” You can't find it in you to be even the slightest bit humiliated because you’re about to lose the last of your sanity, he’s about to break you. You can’t even control the shrill moans Simon all but punches out of you.
“Oh, I’d recognize tha’ cross-eyed look anywhere.” He chuckles, “C’mon then. Make a mess f’me.” His thrusts are unyielding in his pursuit of what he’s about to make you do. “Squirt f’me, pretty.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body locks tight, and this time you scream. Liquid warmth floods in between your legs, drenching yourself, your bed, Simon— but you don’t care. There isn’t a single thought in that empty head of yours.
Simon was languidly thrusting, fucking you through the aftershocks until a wavering breath escapes your lips, mirroring the shaky tremors that are currently rippling through your body. As he leans in, his lips softly caress your face, wiping away any stray tears that remain, and the spit that drooled out of your mouth. “You did so well f’me.” Your eyes widen at the feel of his solid, heavy cock still at full mast inside of you.
He changes position, this time hooking the other leg over his shoulder, then gives you one soft thrust and you distinctly hiss, oversensitized. Simon presses your knees into you with his body weight, pinning you down fully, with no escape, and loops his arms underneath your torso to grab onto your shoulders— and starts snapping his hips viciously. A merciless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass making your pussy squelch obscenely, and there’s nothing you can do other than take his assault. It is unbelievable, how just seconds before were squirming away from him because of how tender you were, and here you are, about to fall over another mind-numbing edge.
“If you want me to come, then squeeze that tight cunt and wrench it out of me.” He pounded into you harder, the headboard of your bed furiously smacking against the wall that you know there’ll be cracks on it. Crying out, he continuously hits the deepest part of your pussy, and you come undone. Vision darkening, you’re slammed with wave after wave of pleasure, your walls squeezing him so tight, you’re strangling his cock and he makes a choked sound.
“Oh-of, f-fu-” he lets out a low, drawn-out moan that lasts all four last thrusts— before his hips stutter, and finally still, spurting thick, sticky white ropes of cum into you.
—
The room was echoing with both of your heavy inhales, desperate to fill your lungs with air. It was humid, smelt of sex and body sweat. Simon grunts as he turns to his side, getting off of you, and the sharp gasp of air you intake is comical.
“Am I tha’ heavy, love?”
You look like you’re tittering on the edge of consciousness, but snort and answer him. “Yes. Obviously. The only thing small about you is your humility.” He gives a belly laugh and leans in to give you one last sweet, tender kiss.
“Go to sleep, love. I’ll take you out for breakfast tomorrow, maybe meet some of my friends.”
“You mean Kyle and John? They’re very nice.” He falters because what? But you were already softly snoring.
Stretching his arm across the nightstand, he swiftly retrieves his phone and a mischievous grin spreads across his face upon seeing a text from Johnny from hours ago.
Ya really answered her text on my phone pretending to be me. Pussywhipped.
You really told her you’re allergic to latex, when you use latex gloves to cook.
Oof. Fair.
And you’re gonna explain to me why she knows Gaz n Price.
Jus’ sharin the love, Simon.
Sucking his teeth, he puts his phone underneath the pillow, and loops an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. With a tender kiss on your sweaty forehead, he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
A/N: ngl i was fighting for my life? shit had me aroused. oof. im def writing price and kyle into this because 141 til i die. maybe a könig? unsure.
@rookiesbookies KYLE COMIN NEXT
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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson
tags: mmf threesome, oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, piv, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, dom!eddie, dom!steve, sub!reader, best friends with benefits, mentions of virginity, hair-pulling, breeding kink, throatfucking, squirting, praise and degradation, everyone is horny
summary: back home from school, you recount about your time away in college with steve and eddie, leading to a sexual proposition that you never would’ve expected.
notes: pure filth, forgive me if it is hard to visualize positions… threesomes are very messy and crazy to write! feedback and reblogs appreciated :)
There’s a veering shift in the way they look at you. Maybe it’s because you’ve been gone for so long, so out of the loop, nothing but a modulated grainy voice on the other end of a call line, or a lingering scent in the back of their closets — jasmine, soap, the smell of girl and all things sweet, a tang of Eddie’s favorite green bud.
You want to believe it’s because they’ve missed you, they always do, but it’s different.
The way they each hug you, toned arms locked tightly around your waist, dragging and dragging upwards until it’s slung over your shoulder possessively and Steve’s perfectly-curved nose is in the tangles of your hair.
Ours. Ours. Ours.
You may have been gone for almost a year, but you’re still their girl.
“Look at you, dressin’ all tough and shit now!” Eddie grins proudly, tugging the hem of your skull shirt towards him as he tenderly presses your head to his chest. You nearly stumble on your boots, nothing but a shy smile ghosting the curl of your upper lip as he runs his thumb along your brow bone and you inhale him in with fluttering lashes. “You copying me? Stealing my style, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. His gorgeous best friend. Wiser, older now, prettier — well, you’ve always been pretty, but now, you’ve really grown into your features.
A year, it’s only been a fucking year and yet you still look this good. Better. Knocking the wind out of him, just to breathe it back between his lips.
“You should be flattered,” You shake your head at him, clasping a hand over his shoulder as you gaze over at Steve with admirable regard. There’s emphasis on every word that falls from your taunting smirk as he steps up your front porch. “You should be flattered I chose your clothes over Harrington’s preppy mom-jeans and—“
Then you’re being crushed, wedged between two warm bodies and clashing scents of woodiness and lavender as Steve wraps himself around you.
“You’re talking mad shit about me now, Y/N? All this time, thought I was your favorite — hey, I know that face — I am certain I was your favorite. I was before this one,” He ruffles Eddie’s hair roughly, beaming at either of you. “Came along and practically hypnotized you with his — his rings and his music and his…”
“Shut up and just say you missed me already.” You pull Steve closer to you, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as Eddie rests his chin on the top of your scalp. It’s a chorus of can’t believe you’re back, crazy you left us in the first place, you’re here, we’re gonna spend so much time together. You can only smile, feeling their love spill out of their respective cups and into yours as you pull them into the house. “Saps.”
Your childhood bedroom of pinks and blues and whites feels exceptionally, jarringly smaller.
Steve and Eddie take up so much space — long legs and big socked feet, sharp jaws and curious eyes as you sit out on the fluffy beige carpet, sifting through the contents of your suitcase as you tell them stories about wild parties, about classes, about your messy roommates and about professors who didn’t know how to teach.
‘Listen, I loved Chicago, but I’ll always love Hawkins.’
‘Hello? The only reason you like Hawkins is because of us.’
‘Still you and your ego, Harrington.’
You don’t tell them about the boys, about the crushes and what kind of antics you got up to in the absence of them. Of them, their protectiveness, their touch, gentle and fleeting and borderline blurring the lines of friendship.
There was an ache for Steve and Eddie — far from platonic, short of romantic, closer to a sexual awakening than anything. The nights where you called, feeling the baritone of their deep snappy voices over the phone as they fought over for a turn, that dreaded dial tone when the line had gone dead and you were left with an emptiness, a twisting heat in your stomach as you replayed their words over and over again before you slept: Miss you. Come home, pretty girl.
You can’t help but wonder what they got up to while you spent nights in the dorms tossing and turning to the thought of either of them. There’s only so many ways you can quietly lull yourself to a blissful sleep in a shared room.
“Mmm, what do we have here?” Eddie breaks up the childish bantering between you and Steve with a curious tone, waving a flimsy stack of polaroids between his forefinger and middle.
No. No. Absolutely not. Not fucking now.
“Okay, Eddie. Maybe not…” Your laugh is frantic and near-alarmed, hands already reaching out for him until he’s gently swatting you away. “… not that one. Hey, no.”
“Cold case, hard evidence of little Y/N’s college escapades?” He quirks a beady brow, tongue wiggling against his front teeth as he winks at Steve and rambles on in amusement. “Do you… do you hear that? Oh, oh! Eddie, pssst, pssst, Eddie… look at me!”
“Give it back, asswipe.”
“Is Y/N guilty or…” He cards through the pictures, lines dimpling around his pursed lips as a wicked grin starts to split his face in half. “Innocent?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Stupid. You should have taken this into account, boys and their lack of respect for privacy, your boys and their habit of sticking their noses where they aren’t fucking supposed to. Eddie and his big greedy mouth, yapping and yapping until he’s dragged good ol’ Steve into his influential mess — you’re trapped between the two brunettes, pleading to Ozzy that they save you from the embarrassment and just move on with their lives.
It’s the worst picture out of the stack. So much for “it’s all about preserving the memory, you know, you’re only young once.”
Memory or not, it was supposed to be for your eyes only.
Not Steve’s. Not Eddie’s.
They stare at a blurry photo of you, very topless and covered in bruising hickies, your smile split into a hearty laugh as a green lime dangles from between your teeth and Some Blond Guy licks up a trail of salt off of the horizon of your pretty tummy.
“Oh, my god.” Steve gapes. “Dude. Body shots?”
“Guys…”
“Don’t guys us, who is this rat-faced son of a bitch that’s practically making out with your stomach?” Eddie’s brows furrow, jealousy dripping from his tone. He’s trying to lead with the playful card, but it’s difficult — difficult when he’s looking at a picture of a guy (who looks like he’s fucking named Brad) basically violating you.
“He’s… a friend. Just a friend.”
Steves laughs unconvinced, “Ah, friend. Guys and girls… they can’t be friends.”
“You’re friends with Robin.” You frown.
“Robin’s gay, you idiot.” Eddie flicks the back of your head.
“Okay, right! Fine! She’s an exception, though.” You scoff. This conversation is unbelievable. “Well, us then? We’re friends.”
Friends. It’s a weird word. People say the l-bomb is horrible, but the f-bomb — friend, not fuck — is absolutely petrifying, numbing, fear-inducing.
It hangs heavily over your heads like something you’re not supposed to say, like forbidden fruit, Adam, Eve, and the serpent. Because the meaning of friends has always been a little strange for the three of you. What are friends?
What are we - what are we - what are we?
You are not friends, you are more, something unreachable, unconventional, something only you and they can understand, you are—
“Best friends.” Eddie corrects, glancing up at you. He pins you with his eyes, even as you suddenly avert your attention down to the pack of Marlboros in your lap like it could serve as a scapegoat, your fingers drumming anxiously against the weathered box. “You know what, I get it. I do. I really do, Y/N. A pretty girl — a woman, like you, has primal urges. And when you’re in college…”
“Eddie… I’m not thirteen.”
“Where sometimes mediocre, average fucking bozos like this Brad-looking fellow come along… bless his heart for even trying, by the way...”
You groan outwardly, fingers fumbling to pinch a cig between your quivering lips. Your voice comes out muffled, sharp and blunt like the end of a knife. “His name is Matt, okay?”
Steve winces, glancing over at Eddie who responds to with a shrug. “Okay, well, Matt is just as bad.”
“Can you guys, like, chill out? Your name is literally Steve.” You avoid their questioning glares, an orange shadow coating the lower half of your jaw. “I just got back and you’re already hounding me.”
A harsh sizzle cuts through the atmosphere as you raise your Bic lighter to your mouth.
You’re defensive. Sensitive.
They hate it. It’s not like you.
“So, what then?” Eddie continues, unable to drop the subject. He wants to pry. He needs to. It’s you. It’s you, so he has to know every detail, even if it leaves you fuming, nostrils flaring at his persistence. “Is he… the college boyfriend? College sweetheart? How about fratboy, porno fantasy? Hot TA that gives your exams a pass every time? You’ve always been ass at math, can’t even tell a full gram from half so I wouldn’t technically be surprised.”
God. Insufferable. But you still thrum under his stare, his pupils imbedding themselves into your skin as you suck your cheeks in and inhale.
Eddie wonders if you remember, if there’s some part of you that thinks back on your graduation night, the way he touched you in that diner, a hand spread over your thigh, your head on his shoulder as Steve rambled about how boring his version of graduation was.
Eddie wonders if you remember the way you inhaled him inside Steve’s garage, knees sinking into the shitty abandoned couch beside the washing machine as you eagerly sucked him off. You were on cloud nine, adrenaline coursing through your veins from the thought of college-college-college, but also when will you ever get to do this again? Do this with someone as perfect and rare as Eddie?
‘Do they have boys like you in college?’
You can still picture the glimmer of his smile. ‘God, I hope not. What a bad influence they would be.’
‘I think I turned out pretty okay so far.’
His rings stuck in your hair, his head thrown back against the furniture, your mouth and the lewd, filthy squelch of his cock burying itself in your throat while you waited for Steve to come back after he had forgotten his wallet at the diner.
‘This doesn’t change anything’, you had told him. ‘We’re always gonna be best friends.’
‘I know, sweetheart. Just needed something to take the edge off, didn’t you? Bet you’ve been working so hard on getting that scholarship, smart girl.’
He fingered you under the graduation gown afterwards.
“Y/N.”
Fuck. “I didn’t — it was nothing. He was nothing. Trust me. Just… I mean, a quick fuck, s’all, I didn’t even…” You chuckle nervously, girlish and unsure and very vulnerable. “… okay, he was fun, but like, I didn’t even cum so… so it doesn’t count. He doesn’t count.”
“You fucked Brad?”
“Matt.” You cringe.
Steve’s voice nearly booms. “You fucked Matt?”
“It’s college!” You cough out, choking on the contents of your cigarette. “People fuck other people all the time.”
“Weren’t you a virgin?”
You were a virgin. Technically. But you were also a virgin when Eddie spread you open on that couch, moaning as he told you how proud he was of you for working so hard.
You were also a virgin when Steve made out with you in the back of a movie theater, where he’d left a gnarly hickey on your left boob for everyone to see — including Eddie, who didn’t even bat an eyelash because he knew, he fucking knew that Steve boyishly wanted you in the same way he did the summer after you graduated, and he supposes that’s why there’s always been an unspoken understanding between the three of you.
‘If you make a sound, we’re gone. Kicked out. Won’t get to finish this awful movie,’ Steve said. ‘You want that?’
Breathless. Eager. Drowsily drunk on your affection.
His lips against your neck, your pulse point, a nibble to your jaw, a hungry tug on your earring. Fucking hell. How soft he was, how gentle, how he touched you with such a special regard and how some sick, jealous part of you thought — were you like this with Nancy? Was it ever like this was Nancy? Part of you wanted to moan. Croak out his name. Make a sound, any sound, so you could get kicked out and have him all to yourself.
You were a virgin when Eddie let you practice a handjob on him in the living room of his uncle’s trailer. You were a virgin when Steve ate you out in his car after finding out you were leaving for Chicago.
You were a virgin.
“I was, but I’m… do you even count that? He didn’t even… he could barely stick it in me at first, Steve, Eds.”
The air feels angry. Tense. It’s suffocating, how they share that look, how they casually train their gazes back on you like you’ve killed someone. “What was he like?”
“Come again?”
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull as Eddie steals the cig from your lips, taking a drag before he repeats himself — slower, syllables laced with a darker want.
“I said, what was he like? In bed? You said he could barely stick it in you, so I doubt he was any fucking good.”
“Did he kiss you?” Steve follows on, nodding at Eddie to pass him the Marlboro. It’s so fucking intimate. His lips on the patch where Eddie’s had been, to which, in turn, where yours was. There’s smoke everywhere, even as he speaks, it somehow hits you coldly right on the mouth. “Was he a good kisser?”
Only then do you realize how physically close you are to both of them. You’re stuck, sandwiched between their thighs, their knees knocking against yours as you try to compose yourself. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t awful but it wasn’t good, either. Too much tongue. Too much — not enough… not enough teeth, I guess. You know how I…”
Oh, they know, alright.
You don’t even flinch as Steve leans over and passes the cig back to Eddie. It’s a dance, a fucking taunt as you clench your jaw and curl into yourself under their presence. The longer-haired brunette tosses the dirty polaroid aside, speaking accusingly through a lazy drag.
“Thought you wanted to save it for someone special, sweetheart.”
“I did.”
“No judgement there. Lay it on us, what changed then?”
You shrug, blinking rapidly. “Just wanted to get it over with.” They don’t believe you. It’s clear as day on their faces, the crease between their eyes, the side-twitch of Eddie’s lips and Steve’s nerved running of hands through his hair. “If you wanna call bullshit…”
“Bullshit.” These fuckers. Steve eggs you further, “A real reason, come on, Y/N.”
“Look, you’re gonna make fun of me.”
“Which we always do. Just spill it.”
You can’t hide anything from them. Not them. Not Steve, who’s practically had his handsome face between your legs for hours and not Eddie who’s basically bent you over the hood of his van so he could spread you open with his fingers.
Not your best friends, who you’ve wanted in an insatiable way all your life, even when you had went away, it was always them — just the thought of them — that made you dizzy in all the right headspaces, the callousness of their fingers, their constant gonna-take-care-of-you aura and that implicit agreement between you and the two of them that I’m yours, m’your girl, always going to be.
“I just always thought I’d… lose it to one of you guys, and — I mean, you guys weren’t there and so I just figured I’d be more… fuck, I dunno, desirable? Yeah, just… desirable if I lost it before I came back since you already have so m-much, like, experience and...” You mumble rapidly, losing your tongue amongst your word-vomit of an explanation as you clamber onto your knees and try to stand up. Hot, embarrassed tears blur the cones of your vision. “It’s stupid, really! Like, it doesn’t even matter to me anymore because i-it was such a disappointing experience. Let’s just drop this, okay?”
This has to be a dream. A prank. A delusion. Maybe you’re still in Chicago, blacked-out after a party. Drank too much? Took the wrong weed? Shit, maybe Eddie is right — you don’t know half a gram from a full one.
And before you can shakily rise to two feet, your elbow is tugged back forcefully. Pain shoots up your arm, and you nearly yelp when your ass collides onto your springy twin mattress.
“Uh-uh, you are not getting yourself out of this so easily. If it was oh-so disappointing, tell us what he did wrong and we’ll… we’ll… we can be your fix-it. Think of us as a rebound for, like, the guy you totally should not have fucked. Again, no judgement. Just saying a girl like you should have high standards.”
You should not be turned on right now.
Eddie looks sincere and so pleadingly desperate for an answer that you feel the yearning in his stare. It’s graduation night all over again. The stir of your belly, the squeeze he gives your thigh as he sits beside you, your glance of disbelief at Steve and his return of that hooded-gaze that turns you completely boneless as he joins the two of you on the bed.
“And you meet that standard?” You scoff, a snort following.
His brows rise up his forehead. You’re testing him. “I can meet any standard, sweetheart.”
“And you swear you guys can do better than Matt?”
“You already know we can do better than Matt.” Steve laughs, almost as if you had just said something completely stupid.
Eddie’s fingers trail up your knee, a ghost of a touch. He’s barely even pressing into your skin, but you feel him — his warmth, just inches away, gliding over the little goosebumps on your body, caressing the shaky ball of your knee.
“You know, we talked ‘bout you. Had our own bonding moment, me and Harrington. Jus’ talked about how we’d take you out once you got back, treat you like a real princess after being so studious, talked about how… hm...” He chuckles, pausing to glance up at you while you lose yourself in his beady smile. This fucker. This absolute fucker. “Talked about how generous you are when it comes to friends. Thinkin’ we didn’t know you were practically playing pornstar with the both of us. Doin’ shit behind our backs like you’re a genius.”
Both of us.
Both. You want them both, and suddenly, you don’t feel bad for being unbelievably horny, a fucking mess.
“Listen…”
“Nu-uh. It was smart. You gotta make do with what you have. I’ll give you that.”
Steve whispers, thumbing at the corners of your lip. “Hey. No need to be embarrassed. S’alright that big brain of yours can’t think right now. You just wanna feel good. That whole thing with Matt must’ve been so disappointing.”
Eddie puts out his cigarette on the polaroid, smirking when he cups a large hand around your chin, thumb and pointer finger pressing into your hollow cheeks before he’s tenderly pulling your head to look at him.
There is too much heat. It’s stuffy, and warm, and you can’t really breathe. There’s grimy sweat in the crooks your elbows, the duvet is getting stuck to your skin and you can’t really sit still in the itchy fabric of your sweats because it’s fucking boiling. It’s boiling and you can’t think and you don’t know what the hell is happening, and you want air — not this swirling humidity that wafts under your knees, between your thighs…
“You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Yeah?” His hand dips down your jaw, fingers wrapping around the small girth of your throat. A gentle squeeze. Experimental. Your breath hitches, a stuttering exhale as he tries again, harder, then he’s withdrawing and soothing the roughened area. “Care to share with the class? Unless, it’s inappropriate… then, you might just wanna,” He chuckles, tilting your head back. “… whisper it.”
If this is a black-out, you hope you wake up with a gnarly hangover.
“If that offer still stands, if you guys wanna be my… my rebound or— or fix-it, or whatever the fuck...” This is messy. This is wrong. This is… this isn’t what friends do… but at this point, can you even call yourselves friends? “I’m down to do it.”
“You sure? I mean, you were just a virgin and…”
You snap. “Well, that never stopped either of you before, did it?”
He lunges at you.
Your mouth finds Eddie in the tangle of limbs and bodies. You run your fingers through his unruly hair, feeling yourself relax into the sudden notion as he tilts his chin to slot his lips over yours. It’s brazen, an open letter of lust from you to him saying I want this. I want you to kiss me back. I want this so bad, you don’t even know.
It’s a burning ember of feverish desire as he parts himself open and open, tongues slowly rolling against each other until a moan slips out of you. “You like this? Don’t think it’s weird or anything?”
“M’fine.”
“Tell me to stop — fuck — and I’ll stop.”
“No.”
You can feel Steve pressing against your back, the pads of his fingers digging themselves into your flesh, marking the spots where Eddie’s lips can’t reach as the metalhead dips into your collarbone and sucks. Hard. He leaves you purple and aching, your neck craned as the lighter-haired brunette dips your head back and gazes down at you.
“Christ, she likes that.”
You sigh in bliss, slowly unraveling at the seams.
And oh, your whole body fucking stutters when Eddie dips his hand between your legs, causing you to lurch for Steve’s mouth in order to stifle the whiny gasp of surprise knocked out of you. His palm envelops your jaw. He’s warm. Wet. Lids moony and lips silky with an indiscernible impatience you can’t recognize.
More. Give me more of you.
You jolt as Eddie’s hands carefully push the fabric of your shirt up, his nose nudging against the valley of your breasts before he’s cupping you in a lazy grasp. He mouths at your nipples and he savors it. He thanks you. He thanks you with a twist to one of the hardened buds, soothing the area with his tongue before his teeth climb up the front of your neck and he makes you whimper.
“Fuck, I love how whiny you get.” He hums. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you? S’just my favorite part about you, Y/N. I’m sure Harrington agrees, seeing as… I’m not the only guy you do this kind of shit with.”
A bite. A bruise. An apologetic kiss even though he’s far from sorry. He’s calling you a slut without even saying it.
And while Eddie traverses his way up to your mouth, Steve dips down to nurse a path all over your back. Your shirt gets lost along the carpet somewhere, your shoulders bare and waiting as he takes your flesh between smiling lips and leaves a glistening trail of wet, open-mouthed pecks on your flexing muscles.
Then Eddie… oh, Eddie, the dirty-minded fucker.
Eddie gives you another hungry kiss, only this time it’s like you haven’t kissed in years. He kisses you like he doesn’t already have you yearning and yearning for more. He bites your bottom lip, drawing a raspy gasp from the back of your throat. His nose smashes against your cheek as he moans into you, the taste of cigarettes lingering on your tongue.
“You’re so pretty. You’re so pretty, baby…” Steve ruts against your tailbone, collecting your hair into a careful fist and tugging until you’re pulled away from your deepening kiss. “You must’ve been so empty back there, aching. I can’t imagine how awful you must’ve felt, Y/N. Were any of those guys even any good to you?”
“No. Not even close — not like you.”
“Mm, shame.”
You don’t take your stare off of Steve at all, scared that if you looked away, scared that even one second would take this away from you. He kisses the sides of your socked feet, grazing his lips over your ankles and clothed calves until you shudder at the close proximity to your core.
Anticipation is coursing through your veins. Your chest is heaving, eyes wide like a baby owl. There’s an unmistakable throb that you recognize between your thighs. Burning you from the inside. Burning you at the stake. Burning you until you’re nothing but ash and a brandished vessel of blooming hickies.
Fucking fuck.
“You hear that? Harrington’s right, bet Matt didn’t even eat you out if he couldn’t even get his cock in.” Eddie grits out unfiltered while you part your legs for Steve, inviting him. You exhale sharply — nuzzling your face into the crook of the metalhead’s neck as he wraps you in his arms. He can feel the soft, warm puffs of breath against his jaw as Steve finally tugs your sweats down. “Your pussy’s tight, Y/N.” A kiss to your belly. A suckle to where your pelvis meets your hip. A brush of tongue against your clothed clit until you jolt upright. “But not that tight.”
You melt. You fucking burst. You don’t fucking know anymore, but either way, it’s a new area of bliss. Eddie can quite literally feel you go rigid in his grasp, sliding deeper and deeper against him until he has no choice but to tuck you under the nook of his elbow and hold you close.
You’re burning, hand clenching around Eddie’s bicep as Steve drags the squishy tip of his nose between your folds through the cotton fabric.
“Pretty cunts like yours deserve to be treasured.”
“Please, Steve…” His brown eyes flicker up to you attentively, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your mound as your hips impatiently stir against the bed. “Fuck — just… just take me right now. Please. Eddie, tell him, please.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie purrs, palming at your tits teasingly. He blows cool air into your face, brushing away your bangs as his lips hug the shell of your ear. “Thought all your begging would be so much better given what Harrington’s told me. Unless he’s a liar? You wouldn’t call him a liar, would you? Beg Steve to give it to you. Beg him the way you would if it was me down there.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
They are filthy in the fucking head. They have already stripped you of your pride. You may as well just follow. You may as well turn yourself in, play along with them and this fantasy that may or may not be real. Oh, but it has to be real. It has to, when you can feel Steve’s fingers dip past the decorative bow of your panties, shimmying and shimmying until you’re bare and open for him.
You squeeze around nothingness.
“You wanna stop?” Steve runs his palm up your stomach, fingers splayed so unbelievably wide and long across your skin. It makes you lightheaded, a fixation on his smooth digits and reddened knuckles in contrast to his rose-pink complexion. “We can stop right here, whatever you want, whatever feels comfortable, baby.”
He’s being nice. It should make you feel warm inside, giddy even, that given the circumstances, he still regards you in a way that makes you feel nothing short of safe. Comfortable. But that sick, wronged part of you — the side you happen to share with your two best friends — wants him to drop the gentleman act.
Take me, take me like you have all those times before.
Why hold back now?
“I don’t wanna stop.”
Eddie leans over and nips at the tip of your ear. His deep whisper leaves you tingling, almost trembling at how bad you need them in you, on you, just here. “Then beg.”
“I…” You whimper, cheeks growing hot as you feel their eyes study you. “Steve, I just… please? Please, I don’t…”
“You know what? Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“No! No, please fucking touch me.” You gasp shakily, biting your pride back and digging your nails into your calves before you’re spreading your legs farther to satisfy him, entice him. “Please touch me. I need it, need you s-so bad. Steve, please?”
He hums. You aren’t sure if it’s a sound of approval or one of uncertainty, but either way, your pathetic manner of begging does the trick. For now.
And you’re thankful that you’re home alone because the moan that’s ripped right out of your throat is almost animalistic, maybe even concerning, when Steve dips his face between your thighs and finally puts his mouth on your throbbing sex. Your head lolls back into Eddie’s neck, his fingers coming to stroke the strained vein in the column throat as you arch against him and rut against an unmistakable, very-acute pressure on your tailbone.
He’s hard.
Meanwhile, Steve is gently swiping his tongue over your folds, suckling at your clit before he’s dipping the muscle in and out of your fluttering hole.
“That’s it, Harrington.” A deep chuckle erupts from Eddie, his breaths growing deeper with each moan that leaves his companion. “Go to town on her.”
You’re basically panting for air, pulled under as Steve drags a heavy palm down your outer thigh, slapping where it rounds into the shape of your ass. It stings harshly, a burning bloom of irritation before he does it again and it stings even more.
But, fuck, does it feel good.
Steve’s nose presses against your bundle of nerves as he stretches his tongue into you. His expression is pulled into a concentrated scowl, knitted brows and muffled moans while he decides to stroke the pad of his finger against your entrance and gapes at what he discovers.
“You’re so fucking wet right now… Christ.” Agonizingly slow, Steve pushes a digit inside your cunt, curling it so that it hits that spongy desperate part of you that makes you croon and twitch in Eddie’s arms. You nearly gush at the sensation.
“There we go, princess. Mmm, fuck, you take good care of my girl, don’t you, Harrington?”
Eddie is exceptionally fucked and twisted in the head. You think it’s a power play, him enjoying his one-up, best foot forward against Steve because he had you first. My girl. My girl. It’s warranted, valid — wrong in all the right ways — but he’s not lying, because Eddie took the initial bullet that was his desire for you.
“Play nice, Munson. Sharing is caring.”
“Then stop messin’ with her like she’s a plate of mush.”
Quite frankly, you feel like a plate of mush.
It stirs him, competitively pushes the brunette to go harder and before you know it, his fingers are squelching down there. It’s wet, erotically messy, probably would’ve been gross to any other guy but it’s Steve and Eddie, your best friends who happened to be fucking perverts with a soft spot for you, so who cares?
Eddie does not mean to claim you. Especially claiming ownership over someone who, obviously, isn’t his if there’s easily another man inside you. But Eddie knows your body, he knows no other body like yours because it didn’t just stop at graduation night.
Maybe Harrington hasn’t caught on, but you’ve always been Eddie’s first love in all the ways that count. It’s truly unfair.
It’s even more unfair knowing that you’ll always favor Steve over him.
But it’s okay. The bed’s big enough for three.
Your hand grips Steve roughly by the wrist, forcing his hand down the drenched seam of your cunt even more.
“T-there… right there, just… want it hard, and — and fast… don’t need you to be gentle.”
“She’s blushing, Eddie.”
You blubber, eyebrows creasing with confusion as your voice gets caught in your throat and you rasp brokenly in immediate defense, “I don’t blush.”
Steve laughs. Loud. Shocked. Eyes-wide and mocking as he repeats your words under his breath and smirks up at Eddie. I don’t blush.
At this point, you’re just annoyed. “Oh, well, not you, honey.” You yelp in surprise as Steve scissors his thick fingers knuckle-deep, coating his skin in creamy arousal. “I was talking about your pussy.”
Instinctively, your smaller hand darts out to grab Eddie’s thigh, but instead, you’re met with something very hard, very much not his knee nor his leg — but his cock. The silky feeling of it in your hand turns you flustered. His red, heavy balls spill out from the waistband of his haphazardly-tugged boxers pooling below his taut hips.
The barbed-wire tattoo that wraps across his thigh taunts you, the faded bat wings on his abdomen just waiting to be tasted. You salivate at the thought of… fuck, nevermind. You can’t even think straight.
It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but in the context of all this, it’s a sight that unhinges your jaw and causes you to try to squeeze your legs together — Steve feels the change in pressure around his head, how your thighs press harder against either ear, clenching and clenching till he has no choice but to lap at your cunt till you let go.
“F-Fuck, Steve… I’m… fuck, your mouth, it’s…”
A shared moan from Eddie and yourself cuts your blubbering short as you give his long shaft an experimental tug, running your thumb over his shiny slit till he’s hissing at you.
“Jus’ like that, Y/N.” Eddie groans, a hand coming to stroke the back of your head till he’s grasping the nape of your neck and making you watch yourself stroke his cock. “Shit, sweetheart… see what you — you do to me? God, fuckin’… you fucking slut. Christ… fuck, your hand just feels so… oh, baby.”
His chin tilts back, eyes rolling into his skull as you crudely lick the palm of your hand and reach for his balls, coating him in a glistening film that has you drooling beneath the surface. “Let me make you feel good, please?”
“Yeah? That what you want?” He grits out, sighing as you drag your tongue along the ink on his pelvis.
“Please?”
“Since you begged so nicely,” Eddie hums, leaning back on his elbows as your tiny fist instantly reaches for his heavy cock. He nods at it, dropping his look from your clouded eyes to where his cock rests against his lower stomach. “It’s all yours. Go crazy. You know how I fucking like it.”
Messy. Loud. Disgusting.
Fingers covered in saliva as you pump him in your grasp, massaging the sensitive ridge under his tip with each upward stroke. A squeeze to his shaft everytime Steve pumps his fingers out of you and rubs your clit just the way you need him to. Eddie’s hands wander over your hips, gripping you flush against him until you’re leaning over to take his cock into your mouth.
Stuffed full of Steve’s fingers and stuffed full of Eddie’s dick. What a predicament.
“Shittt…” Eddie hisses as you take him, lips suctioning around the aching head of his dick before you’re dragging your tongue down the velvety, wet base of him. He shudders visibly once again. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. You’re g-goddamn divine.”
You try to suck him in deeper when Steve adds another finger, his tongue lapping at your needy clit as Eddie instinctively pushes on the back of your head and shoves you further down his cock. He holds you there, mewling at the way saliva and cum dribble down his ruddy shaft, pooling around his balls.
You gag disgustingly loud, retaliating with a heavy swat to his arm before you realize your own orgasm is approaching hard and fast once he finally lets off and gives you air.
“Fuck. Fuck. Steve, b-babe… I’m — oh, shit… m’gonna cum if you keep…”
“If I keep doing this?”
You sob into Eddie’s neck as Steve scissors his fingers in and out of you, the naughty squelch of your cunt overpowering the white noise of your childhood bedroom. It’s lewd, how your knuckles glisten with Eddie’s thick pre-cum, Steve’s fingers serving as a direct mirror to that when you find release and gush around him.
“Fuck, Y/N! That’s hot. That’s really fucking hot. Shit, I just made you squirt.” He exhales shakily, a shy laugh falling at the end of his ramblings. “Always wanted to do that. S’just so sexy when you do it — fuck — I wanna watch you do it again.”
Steve’s cock throbs intensely beneath you as you christen his mouth with your arousal, his jaw wet and chin shiny as he languidly moves his mouth side to side against your clit.
“O-Oh, god… s’too… m’too sensitive, I… Steve…”
Like a starving man, his strong hands keep you pinned down when he wraps them around your hips, feeling for your ass and spreading you wide while you soak his face.
“Whose cock do you want inside you first, sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, his free hand resting over yours as he drags it up your ribs, the swell of your breasts, brushing over your hardened nipples before he brings it back down to your stomach. Stroking and stroking, teasing you as your other best friend peppers the insides of your thighs with gentle kisses. “Thinking about how tight you probably are right now, even if Steve fucked you open with his fingers, I bet that little cunt of yours is still just as tight as that night in the garage, yeah? Yeah, it is.” He chuckles, drawing hearts on your hip bone. “Are you gonna let me fuck it? In front of Harrington? Let him watch me stick my cock inside it for the first time? Let him watch the way your eyes just… droop all sleepy and fucked-out when I cum in you?”
Steve laughs, smiling to himself as he wipes the slick from his mouth, collecting it with the pad of his fingers before he’s wiggling the digits in front of Eddie’s mouth.
“Taste her,” He says without shame, eyes moony and half-lidded as Eddie slowly wraps his lips around them. Eyes locked on Steve’s, he fucking moans at the flavor of you. “Sweet, isn’t she?”
He releases him with a pop, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Oh, she’s the sweetest.” He drawls, tongue darting out to lick the space between Steve’s fingers. “You wanna watch me fuck her now, Harrington? Promise you can stick it in her pussy later.” Eddie’s hand cups your jaw, lolling your head back against his shoulder so he can smirk down at you. His doe-eyes swirl with some sick form of tenderness, and the crude denotation of his next words almost fly right over your head when his gaze flickers back up to Steve. “As long as I get her ass.”
A gasp rips out of you when Eddie pulls you up by your underarms, your tender cheek falling against the mattress while Steve lingers at the foot of the bed, arm propped up against the post — where he stands now fully nude.
Your eyes shamelessly rake over his length, admiring the groomed bush of hair around his base, his athletic frame, the girth of his arms. He pumps his cock in front of you, your attention fully directed to him as Eddie undresses himself behind you.
“Staring is rude, y’know.” Steve quips, breathless as he runs his thumb over his meaty tip with a cocky grin. He nods down at his prick, the shaft darker than the rest of him. “You think you can take it, babe?”
“I… I think so. It’s — you’re just so…”
“Big?”
“Perfect.” You gulp out, palm coming up from the mattress to reach for him. “You’re just perfect, Stevie.”
And you swear that Steve blushes. His cheeks tinge pink, freckles prominent on the bridge of his nose as a faint smile lingers across his pillowy lips. But before you can even let your nails excitedly skim across his abdomen, Eddie yanks you back by your hips, ass arched up into the air as he pries your legs apart with his knee.
The action takes you by surprise, your neck twisting to look helplessly over your shoulder up at Eddie. “What are you—“
He leans over you, caging your body with his. You gag when he shoves his fingers past your lips, clutching at his wrist while Steve’s darkened eyes meet his. “Spit.”
Fuck. Okay.
Maybe you really should’ve been patient and lost your virginity to one of them when you got back.
Eddie pulls away; strings of saliva connect to his palm, to which he uses as makeshift lube for his ruddy cock. You study the way he languidly spreads the thick glob up and down his dick, the filthy wet squelch of it causing heat to pool into your belly.
You jolt when you feel his fingers skim over your entrance. “E-Eds…”
The aftershocks of your previous orgasm still linger, evident due to the tremble of your thighs and the deep furrow in your brow as you take a moment to brace yourself.
“Sensitive, sweetheart?” Eddie’s curious voice crackles, the tip of his finger dragging along the backsides of your thighs, tracing the curve of your ass. “S’okay, Y/N. I’ll go slow. At first.” He quips, sincerity and amusement dripping from his tone all at once. His mouth dips down, kissing the planes of your shoulders, your spine, the dip of your tailbone. “Don’t get in your head about it. I’m gonna take care of you.” Eddie whispers, taking his cock into his fist and running the tip along your cunt. You choke on a moan, feeling him slowly split you open. “I a-always take care of you, don’t I? Fuck. Fuck. Shit, you’re — Y/N, baby, you’re already… already squeezin’ me, fuck. S’okay. Fuck. It’s okay. K-Keep clenching my dick like that and this’ll be over so… fast.”
“Eddie!”
You make a move to look at him, but Steve’s hand finds your jaw, pulling your gaze back. “Eyes on me. Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s…” You clutch at the sheets, syllables lost on your tongue as you mewl scandalously. “I can feel his cock s-stretching me out. M’just… just so wet for him.” You sob as Eddie bottoms out, his balls grazing against your clit. His lips meet the crook of your shoulder as he stills inside you. “So wet for it. Please. Please. Fuck, I need… need more. Need, oh, to m-move.” The sheets wrinkle beneath you as Eddie’s hips roll back, his cock slamming into you in deep, agonizing thrusts. “Oh, yes… yes, just like that…”
“Christ, Harrington.” Eddie lets out a grunt, thrusting in and out of you. He watches the way your folds grip around him, asshole puckering as he thumbs at it. “She’s… Jesus Christ, she feels amazing. You hear that? Shit, that’s just her pussy. Makin’ all those wet sounds like a goddamn – fuck – like she’s a little cocksleeve. Fuck yes, but you’re the real thing, a-aren’t you, sweetheart? God, I could jus’ live in your pretty cunt.” He rambles, a harsh spank landing on either of your ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Eddie!”
“I love this pretty pussy. Fuck. I fucking love it — so good. M-Mindblowingly good. Jus’ got me m-melting inside you. Fuck, Y/N. How am I ever supposed to go without this cunt? S’fucking dream, that’s it. You’re a fucking dream.”
Steve’s head falls against the intricate bedpost, face scrunched up into pleasure and agony just watching Eddie spear his cock into you. You fall further into the mattress, sweat beading off of your brow as you take in the sight of Steve’s cock dripping with pre-cum. His balls hang heavily between his thick thighs, his abs rippling under the orange glow of your lampshade.
Each stroke leaves Eddie’s creamy shaft glistening and wet, your arousal sticking to his skin and the bush of hair at the base of him as he fucks you deeply. A fist tangled in your hair, the other glued to your shoulder, his mouth pulled into a lewd ‘O’ that mirrors Steve’s handsome expression of bliss.
You whimper, eyes welling up with tears, “I’m gonna… oh, fuck, baby… m’gonna c-cum.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on this cock?” Eddie snarls, hips quickly snapping into you. “Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, I can feel you tensing up for me. Yes, cum on it, sweetheart. S’okay, you can cum for us. Do it, Y/N.”
“So good. So — I’m cumming!”
Your whole body goes boneless against the longer-haired brunette, his arm generously scooping you up from under so that he can pull you flush against his chest. Your tits heave with every tremble of your thighs. Your cunt convulses around Eddie’s shaft, milking him as he keeps your hips firmly planted in place against his skin.
“Oh, honey. Yeah, that’s it.” Steve coos with a sweet chuckle, reaching over to cradle your face in his hands. “Came a little hard, huh? You did so well. Look at you, still so fucking hot.” He chuckles, brushing the hair away from your face and kissing your forehead. “Atta girl. Cumming on her best friend’s cock.” His thumbs prod at your bottom lip. “Who woulda thought?”
“Christ, Steve. She’s even — even tighter.”
“Yeah? Think it’ll fit?” Steve pouts, pumping himself as Eddie pulls out of you.
“Mmm, maybe. Maybe not. Can always butter you up some more, Y/N. Make sure there’s enough room for Harrington.” He snickers, “I call him big boy for a reason.”
You can only whine, too fucked-out from your orgasm to even properly respond.
Fuck. Really, that’s the only word on your mind right now.
“Hey, you with us?”
“Just…” You laugh, cut off by your own wince. “Fucking hell, just gimme a sec.”
Steve raises a brow at his friend, studying the way you roll back onto the bed, back arched against the sheets as you stretch your arms over your head and look dreamily up at him. “That good, huh?” You nod, biting your lip as he crawls onto the bed, “You think I can do better?”
A boost of confidence surges through you, the words leaving your lips airily and teasingly.
“Dunno. How about you show me, King Steve?”
“You’re gonna absolutely kill me, you know that?” The freckled brunette whispers, mouthing up your thighs before he’s rolling you on top of him, tucking your hair behind your ears as Eddie comes to kneel behind you, kissing the nape of your neck. “Calling me King Steve like it doesn’t turn you on when you say it,” He chuckles, rubbing up your thighs. “You rode Brad’s cock?”
“No. And his name… is Matt,” You grin, splaying your palms over his chest. “Play nice, tiger.”
“This is nice.” You guide him into your entrance, moaning as you sink down past his tip, the head of him catching on the swell of your clit. Steve’s head falls back against the bed, plump lips parting with a sigh as you take him to the hilt. “God, but this cunt is even nicer — shit, Munson, you weren’t lying.”
“Fuck, Steve. It’s… fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, my god.” His thick cock spreads your folds open, the pink tint of his cock turning slick with your cum as you shakily pull yourself up and down his length. “Feels so good. Oh, your — please…”
Eddie’s arm wraps around your hips, his finger coming to circle your clit while his free hand spreads your ass apart, his dick nudging against your tight hole. “Do you trust me?”
Your jaw lolls back against Eddie’s shoulder, eyes fluttering in pleasure as Steve meets your thrusts. “Y-Yes, please. Just — fuck, need both of you. Need it inside m-me. Put it in, Eds. Please, put it in.” You beg tearily, resting your hand against his taut stomach.
“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, kissing your cheek before taking a hold of your neck. “So slow, you won’t even know I’m here. Jus’ focus on the way Harrington breeds that cunt, yeah? Guy fucking loves that shit. You tell me to stop — you tell either of us to stop and we will, understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. You have lube for me?”
Your jaw falls open as Eddie slips a finger into your ass, the ring of muscle sucking the digit deeper and deeper inside as you fuck yourself on Steve.
“In my — my luggage.”
“Tsk tsk, naughty.”
You lose yourself in the tangle of limbs and shifting of blankets, your knees knocking against the mattress as Eddie finds his way back to the pair of you.
“Can’t believe you — you’re riding me right now. Holy shit, you look so… so beautiful.” Steve gasps out between wet strokes, worshipping your body with an open mouth, “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this? Wanting to be inside you? Oh, and I get this pussy all to myself?
“I’ve always — fuck — always wanted to know how big you are. How it feels to be… to be filled up with my two favorite people in the world — oh, harder.” You growl, feeling a cool liquid squirt down your skin. The lube is warm, slippery as Eddie drenches everything in it, the sloppy squelch of his fingers working into your ass are enough to make your face heat up and hide in Steve’s shoulder. “Harder.”
“You really want this?” Eddie rasps, scissoring them in and out. “You think your virgin ass can take me? I think you need more time, baby. Gotta ease you into it.”
You reach around you to grasp his cock in your hand, panting against him while Steve continues to fuck the slick channel of your cunt. It’s devastating, how he hits every part of you, the crude squelch of it all, how Eddie grips and grips at your ass till you’re basically laying over Steve’s chest.
“I want it.”
“Breathe, then.”
It feels like hours before Eddie really does anything, just the cruel fingering of your ass accompanied by the pounding of Steve’s cock into you. Then eventually, there’s the sliminess of the lube, the glistening of two well-endowed ruddy cocks, happy trails and velvet skin slowly being swallowed by your cunt and ass.
The first few moments of Eddie’s tantalizing press of his cock against your puckering hole is enough to have you jolting forward in Steve’s arms, a comforting shush lulling you to a calm as the boys kiss down your body — worshipping you, soothing you, enticing you.
“Oh, my god!”
It’s… it’s too fucking much. The titillating burn of it. The building pressure. You feel like you’re being pulled under and under, endlessly being filled up by him until he’s drawing his hips back and pushing into you all over again.
“Relax, Y/N. You gotta relax, or I can’t — fuck, I won’t be able to take care of you.” Eddie kisses along the slope of your shoulder, his inked thighs entangling with Steve’s bare ones as he leans over your backside. “Okay?”
You nod and exhale sharply, letting yourself become mush between Steve and Eddie’s bodies as he drives into you from behind, using your ass the same way he had used your sopping cunt. Their cocks drive into you, bone mashing against bone, skin slapping against skin, warmth oozing out of you until you feel like you’re on fire.
“Does it feel good, honey?” Steve grunts from beneath you. The look on his face nearly makes you cum — hair tousled, eyes half shut as he groans deeply. His aching arms ripple, holding you against his chest as Eddie sloppily ruts into you from behind. “You want us to go faster? Make you squirt over both of our cocks? Fuck, taking it in the ass makes you so tight.”
You lose yourself in Eddie’s kisses, the way he drags his lips across your jaw and down your bruised neck, the way Steve sits up to toy with the peak of your breasts, his tongue swiping over the sensitive nubs.
Numb. Boneless. You can’t think.
“Think she’s gonna cum, Harrington. Just look at her.”
Steve cooes, flicking his finger over your swollen clit.
“You gonna cum, princess?” You gasp loudly as Eddie draws his hand across your ass, spanking you brutally until your face is buried in Steve’s collarbones. “Fuck, Eddie’s right… this cunt is — fuck — such a dream. Shit, you’re close. Think I’m gonna cum, t-too. M’gonna fill y-you up, Y/N. Fuck...”
“Yeah? Gonna breed my pussy?”
“Oh, that nasty mouth.”
“I want you to cum inside, Steve.”
“Fuck!” His warm seed fills you up quickly, shooting right against your walls as his hips snap into you over and over again. Relentless. Unforgiving. Your cunt fluttering and leaking with his own spill as Steve just fucking stares and watches you become one with him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, princess. It’s — oh, you’re… m-milking me. Oh, shit. Shit!”
They’re both balls deep inside you and yet all you can think about is how you’re one-hundred percent never walking again after all of this is over.
Your own brain melts before you can even get a word out, turning you into a broken record of strangled moans and incoherent begging.
Princess, you like it when Eddie fucks your ass, don’t you?
Just wait till you give Harrington a turn.
You’re gorgeous like this, letting us stretch your little holes out just ‘cause we’re best friends — god — you dirty, wet girl. I’m never getting enough.
So pretty. So fucking p-pretty.
You cum instantly, your orgasm sneaking up on you from behind and swallowing you whole. Your release has you convulsing shamelessly in the boys’ arms, your mouth claimed by each of theirs as you switch between Steve and Eddie, then Steve again, and Eddie once more until your body refuses to recognize whose skin is whose and who tastes like what.
“Christ,” Eddie grits out. “Christ, your cunt is — you’re strangling my cock, baby. Baby. Oh, fuck, baby.”
Everything comes in a rush. Words lose their meaning, their formation and elegance (if you could even call dirty talk elegant) as Eddie’s ramblings get strung together and Steve’s hands roughly find solace on your thighs. The warm bloom in your ass almost makes you cum again, and you moan wantonly as Eddie jerks and vibrates against you.
You wince when they pull out at nearly the same time — almost as if they had coordinated it — and you wince when you feel their spend trickle down your thighs.
Your cunt clenches around nothingness as you sputter with their cum, your asshole puckering against Eddie’s face while he watches you gape between his hands. You whine when his finger prods at you, a hiss leaving your lips when he eats the cum from both of your holes.
Then, he slurps. Loud.
Definitely going to hell.
“Fuck.” You let out a breathy chuckle, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes to stop seeing the fucking stars that keep pulsing in your vision.
Unable to support yourself, you lazily collapse between the lanky bodies of Steve and Eddie, long limbs tangling with yours.
Steve kisses your temple, nuzzling his face under your chin. “Better than Brad?”
Silly boy.
You laugh again, harder this time, almost forgetting how sore your lower muscles are when Steve presses the curve of your nose against your neck and Eddie casually slings an arm over your stomach like he hadn’t just fucked your ass. “Better than Brad.”
“Thought his name was Matt.” Eddie huffs, tracing the blossoming hickey on your hip.
You glance at either of them, bringing your hands up to stroke their flushed cheeks before you’re giving them a gentle peck on the buttons of their noses. “I could give less of a fuck about Matt.”
“Good.”
“Can we please go get dinner now? You know, to celebrate my return and everything.”
Steve and Eddie collectively groan, burying themselves closer against you with sleepy eyes and sweaty skin.
“Just a little longer.”
“Eddie…”
“Meh.”
“Steve…”
“Nope.”
Theirs. Theirs. Theirs.
And it’s then — between your best friends’ naked and warm bodies, freckled skin and D&D-themed tattoos, soft long hair and thick romantic curls, moles and scars, the sun on your left and the moon on your right, the lingering kiss to your shoulder and the swirling fingers on your thigh — that you realize that maybe, they missed you more than you missed them.
And that maybe, you’re okay with this strange, insatiable dynamic of friendship. If you can even call it that.
After all, what are best friends for?
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson smut#steddie x reader#steddie x you#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things x you#stranger things x reader
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absolutely ravenous — can’t keep her hands off of you even for a moment — ellie, looping her index fingers in the hooks of your jeans and pulling you as close as you can possibly get. feeling her pathetic labored breath on the nape of your neck while she nuzzles her nose into the warm skin. a ridiculous and stupid smile on her face, cockiness hiding her desperation while she whispers a soft “you want me so bad right now.”
which isn’t entirely wrong. need is the better word. her hands know all the right places to touch and all the right places to avoid so that you beg and whimper with anticipation. awaiting the moment she finally does touch you where you need her, and you feel as if you died and went to heaven.
but your homemade heart pizza is in the oven— fuck she smells so good. what is that woody scent? you have to think rationally but she’s insisting there’s nothing wrong with a little dessert before dinner.
you’ve given in, allowing her to take full control and ravage you on the counter top. her face is covered in you. her devotion to you is making your head spin. down on her knees worshiping and relishing in every bit of you. letting desire to get the best of her.
#bunnie can speak? ☆#ellie williams#・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie#ellie williams x reader#bun’s asks ꕤ#bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams smut#tlou au#tlou fanfic#ellie the last of us 2#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams the last of us#sapphic#wlw imagine#wlw fantasy#wlw writing#sapphic writing#lesbian fanfic#lesbian writer#— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
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he’s not in Belize and i am grappling on how to feel bout it.
#fish rambles#i think i just got fucking ghosted for life by a bestie#like damn i am sorry i took a photo of your bedroom i wanted to remember that life was better#and like what your room looked like since i slept in it for a week#my bad i took it down#i’m having a whole arguement with myself over this#like yeah i realize i messed up but it wasn’t that serious fr?#thinking of all the ways i could have avoided this#but at least i have a lot of fond memories#it’s like#i’m a wife at war#my husband died in battle#that’s my grief#and hopefully he isn’t dead and makes his way back to me#like i’m not mad fr and i can’t explain it#i feel like i’m learning all the different ways that contact ends and comes back#feel like the cowboy from toy story woody
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A Spoonful of Medicine
Summary: After recovering from a brief bout of illness, you find yourself craving sex. Of course Satoru and Suguru come to your rescue.
A/N: I would definitely try to get myself to be sick so they could take care of me. Also cause I want them to fuck me but that's not the point.
CW: Smut, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Sick, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Hand Jobs, Spit Kink, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Top Suguru, Switch Gojo, Creampie, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader
W/C: 4,018
Soft.
Soft fabric greets your skin as your body rouses awake. You were certain that you were laying on clouds among the gods until your eyes open. Your room fills your vision, your eyes slowly coming into focus.
You check the bedside clock, the time being 11:00 am.
Fuck.
You had slept for 13 hours.
You turn back to look at the ceiling, slowly waking up fully. Trying to recollect memories from the previous night you find yourself coming up empty handed. The farthest you got were bits and pieces of Suguru and Satoru, their warm hands gentle as they cradled you while you drifted in and out of consciousness. While your brain tries to gather the pieces together, a soft scent floats over to you, a mix of meat and spices.
Wait.
You can smell?
It had been days since your nose worked, but now it felt suddenly clear, the scents of the room overwhelming you. You were able to smell Satoru’s cologne on the tshirt you wore, along with the detergent of the sheets below you. In addition to that, you were able to smell something coming from the kitchen.
Suguru must be cooking.
Where was Satoru?
You had been sick for the past four days, nearly bedridden with a cold that hit you like a freight train. The two boys had been at your beck and call the entire time. You almost felt smothered by the amount of love they poured into you. It felt good though, to be cared for.
You sit up and throw your legs off the side of the bed while stretching them, your joints cracking as you shake off the nearly day long slumber. Turning to the nightstand, you grab the thermometer that Suguru had left. With a beep you shove the stick in your mouth, pulling it out when the time is up. 99 F. No fever. You didn't feel sick. In fact, you felt refreshed. Better than you have in a long time.
You crumble up the front of your shirt, bringing it up to your face. Several large whiffs later you feel your head swoon. It had been days since you were able to smell him.
He preferred to wear woody colognes, the addicting cedar scent covering you entirely.
Satoru comes in wearing a face mask, holding medicine in his hands.
“Wake up bunny, it’s time for your next-“ he slides in the room, looking at you.
“You’re up.”
“I’m up.”
He walks over to you, inspecting your face.
“You don’t sound like a 70 year old smoker anymore.”
“And you still sound like an idiot.”
Satoru chuckles at your feistiness. He missed it. He knew to start getting worried about you when you didn’t bite back.
Satoru sets the medicine on the bedside table. Now that he was up close, you were able to get a good look at him. He looked good. He usually did. Okay, he always did. His white hair was fluffy, with bright blue eyes poking out above the mask. He was wearing a black shirt and boxers. Fuck, he looked…
“Hello?” Satoru’s bending over, waving in front of your face.
You get even more flustered once he’s up close. The smell of his shampoo and body wash, an intoxicating mix, over flows your senses. You weren’t freezing from a fever anymore. No, you were hot. Undoubtedly, earnestly, hot. It was almost hard to breathe under the heat of his gaze.
He lifts up a hand and grabs your chin, long fingers splaying on the side of your face. He tilts your head side to side, inspecting something, before facing you forward again. Your stomach burns with need, fingers tingling at the close proximity. You had been so sick you almost forgot what it felt like to be anything but ill. Even if you could forget it, your body hardly did. A familiar sensation builds up between your legs as your eyes lock with Satoru’s.
Something comes over you, and you’re ripping off his mask.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise but he doesn’t have time to ask you what you’re doing as your lips are on his in an instant. You hold his shoulders tight, your lips melding to his. If you could fuse with him, you would. Satoru hums against your lips before pulling away, looking deep into your eyes.
“What, are you trying to infect me? That’s low, even for you.”
“Want you.” Your voice comes out soft.
Satoru audibly swallows, face flashing as if he’s considering it.
He always did give in faster than Suguru.
“You need to rest.”
“No, I need you.”
It’s hard to not pick up on the desperation in your voice. If it were any other time, Satoru might make fun of you. He couldn’t bring himself to make a quip this time though. Not with the way your eyes dragged across his body, your mouth twisting and turning.
Your pussy tingles, your body finally catching up to four days without sex. Yeah sure you were hungry and thirsty, but more than that you were horny.
Satoru wets his bottom lip, stepping closer. His lifts his knee between your legs, towering over you. He was even more beautiful up close.
“Yeah? Careful what you wish for, bunny.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down. Lips lock and tongues dance. He tastes like cereal, sugary goodness embedded in the plush of his lips. You move backward, allowing him more space. His body inches closer to yours as he crawls on the bed, his large body covering yours. Even though there are only centimeters between you two, you make up your mind that he isn’t close enough. Satoru is pliable, body easy to move as you throw him on his back, crawling on top of him. There’s a hunger deep in his eyes as he watches you take control. Your chest heaves as you stare down at him, not knowing where to start but knowing you needed to begin somewhere.
You smash your lips against his, anticipation pouring from you. It had been days since you touched him, days since you tasted him. The second he opens his mouth, your tongue curls against his. You groan in response to the flavor of his spit. He feels like heaven beneath you, his muscles perfectly molding against yours. You grind your hips, searching for some sort of friction and his cock begins to harden underneath you. Satoru’s hands take hold of your hips, easily gliding you back and forth over him.
Satoru didn’t think you were sick anymore, but even if you were he wouldn’t care.
Each time the pressure of his cock nudges your clit, you let out a moan. There were layers of fabric between you two, but it almost didn’t matter. Your entire body was overtly sensitive, your skin tingling with excitement. You buck your hips back forth over him while your tongue explores his mouth. Satoru lets out soft grunts whenever your lips parts from his.
You don’t pay any mind to the door creaking open, much rather focusing on the man below you.
Suguru walks in the room with a tray of food in his hands, his long hair flowing down his back.
“Is that your way of getting her to take her medicine? I guess that makes sense for you Satoru.”
Satoru tries to pull away to bite back a smart remark but you aren’t having it, chasing after his lips with yours.
Suguru walks in the room, setting the tray of food on the beside table. He didn’t feel like he was interrupting anything, so he made no move to rush out. If anything he was curious. Last night you could barely get up to go to the bathroom and now you were devouring Satoru. Above all else, he wanted to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself.
The presence of Suguru didn’t deter you at all. You only had the man below you on your mind. Lips lock as you move your hips faster, the pleasure beginning to build in the pit of your stomach.
Suguru slowly walks around the end of the bed, choosing to sit at the edge next to Satoru’s head.
He speaks your name in a reprimanding tone, eyes narrowed in on your head. You whimper against Satoru, refusing to part from him until Suguru says your name again.
It forces you out of your stupor, making you raise your head up to him. He looks weary, his eyes hollow with dull hair. Suguru hadn’t been sleeping much this past week. He wanted to be awake in case you needed anything. It was so very him. A pang of tenderness shoots through your heart at the sight of your other boyfriend. They were wearing themselves thin taking care of you. But all you could focus on was taking more. Your lungs pant as you look at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” A stupid question at best, he knows what you’re doing.
Your teeth dig in your bottom lip while you try to move against Satoru again.
“You’re sick.” The way he says it makes it sound like it’s the end of the conversation.
“No I’m not, I feel okay.” Your voice catches him by surprise.
You did sound better.
He lifts a hand up and places it against your forehead, trying to check for any signs that you were still burning up.
“Do you?”
“Mhm.” You fidget beneath his watchful gaze.
The way he was looking at you made you to feel so exposed. Like a live wire laying next to a puddle of water.
“Alright I guess, as long as you don’t get Satoru sick too. I can’t handle two sickly babies.”
It’s an attempt at a joke, one that would normally get you. You’re too needy to laugh, instead choosing to resume ministrations on Satoru. You press down until you feel his cock against you again. The pressure against your clit forces a moan from your throat. He felt so fucking good beneath you. You bury your face against Satoru’s neck, your breaths coming out in quick succession. Suguru places his hand on your head, stroking your hair while you rub against Satoru. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It was instinctual really, to keep his hands on you at all times. Satoru was the same way. Goosebumps crawl over Satoru as he feels your breaths against his skin.
Your body moves faster, your moans sounding more salacious. Up and down. Up and down. You slide your pussy against Satoru, setting the perfect pace. Satoru’s hard cock presses against your nub, your soaked underwear clinging to you.
More, just a little more…
Satoru holds your waist, his long fingers digging into your tender skin as he drags you back and forth. It was almost embarrassing how fast you were able to make his cock hard. Honestly, he didn’t know how much longer he would last with the way you were going. Your whimpering floats over to his ears, immediately breaking any cogs that might have been working in his head.
It doesn’t take long until you’re pushed over the edge, reaching a breaking point as you cum fully clothed rubbing against his cock. Your movements still while the noise dies down.
“Did you just cum?” Suguru asks, disbelief highlighting in his tone.
The boys know exactly what you sound like when you cum, they were just surprised as it had never happened so fast before.
You nuzzle further into Satoru’s neck, trying to soak up his warmth. You groan against his skin, feeling the aftershocks rush through your body.
“Felt good.”
Your words are almost inaudible against him. Pushing yourself up on your hands you stare down at Satoru. His cheeks are flushed, eyes blown out.
“Get on my face.” Satoru says, his words breathless and almost pained.
You mean to question him, but there’s no room for debate, not with the way his eyes are trained on you.
You shimmy off his body, swiping your clothes off. Even though you just came, your body was still hot, lust burning your skin as each second passed by. Suguru watches as you crawl on top of Satoru’s face, sticky cum covering your pussy. So swollen and needy, Suguru could feel his mouth start to water. Satoru sticks his tongue out and pushes it through your slit, relishing in the moan you let out.
Suguru’s eyes are hazy when you look at him, desire pooling in the depths of his caramel gaze. Your pussy clenches when you meet his eyes. Satoru definitely noticed, as he lets out a groan into you. You look down and see Suguru’s cock beginning to harden in his pants. Fumbling with the zipper, you slide his cock out.
Beautiful, every part of him was beautiful.
It’s hard in your hand, drops of precum pouring from the tip. You wrap your hand around him, sliding down his cock. Suguru shudders at the motion, his abs tightening. He and Satoru didn’t get up to anything while you were sick as they were too busy doting on you.
He didn’t realize how much he needed this until it was actually happening.
Euphoria washes over him as your hand slides along his cock. He throws his head back with his eyes closed, enjoying how your skin feels against his. He loved Satoru’s skin and hands as well, but there was something different about the softness in your palms. He lowers his head and spits on his cock, body tensing once your hand pushes the spit down.
“Just like that baby.” Suguru coos, lips barely parted as he stares down at your fist.
You whimper, watching as Suguru’s spit covers his cock. It’s a filthy sight, the way his saliva spreads around. Heat rushes to your core as Satoru swipes his tongue through you. When you came in your pants, Satoru really had no other choice but to clean you up. His large fingers press into the soft skin of your thighs, leaving you no room to squirm around. His tongue grazes against your clit, forcing you back down when you try to jump away from the contact. Normally he would chuckle at your sensitivity. But he was incredibly serious right now. You started all this, so you were going to take it.
Suguru groans softly as your hand glides against his cock, he was hard as a rock as your hand tightens around him. He really wanted you to rest all day today but fuck, he couldn’t complain with the way your fingers swiped his tip.
You did seem better, he reminds himself.
“Satoru, I can’t take it.” You murmur, his tongue dragging out a slew of moans from you.
“Don’t focus on him baby, focus on me.” Suguru asks, trying to keep his composure.
He tilts your chin to look at him, staring deep into your eyes while your hand strokes him. You had been with the two men for years, and been in love with them for even longer, so why did the intensity of Suguru’s gaze knock you off your feet every time? You dig your teeth into your bottom lip while letting out a whine, the suction on Satoru’s mouth only increasing as time passes.
Suguru watches your face morph from pain to pleasure and back over, and he briefly thinks about asking Satoru to slow down. He doesn’t though, he would never admit it but he secretly gets off on the cruelty they show you. He likes the way you push them away, only to be begging for more moments later.
Satoru isn’t prim and proper as he eats you out. Your room is filled with the sounds of his mouth laving your pussy, the noise embarrassing you.
“So fucking noisy Satoru.” Suguru murmurs, reaching a thumb up to glide across your bottom lip.
You grind your hips harder against Satoru’s tongue, letting out a moan once his lips wrap around your clit.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Suguru speaks lowly, hypnotized with the way you were using Satoru.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Suguru hums at your answer, clenching his teeth while you rub his cock.
“Think you’re ready for more?”
You’re at a loss for words so all you can do is nod, very desperately. Suguru cracks a grin before deciding he can’t wait any longer, standing up and moving you off Satoru’s face. Satoru looks delirious under you, your cum smearing across his lips and cheeks. He looks like he wants to complain, but he keeps his mouth shut. Whatever Suguru says, goes, and Satoru is aware of that.
Suguru lays you down on the bed, spreading your legs so wide it almost borders on painful. He slides in between your legs, giving you no time to catch your breath while he rubs his cock down your pussy.
“You scared us princess.” He murmurs, pushing his cock inside you.
Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel him stretch you out.
Suguru’s face pinches as he bottoms out, your pussy giving him little to no room to move. You hadn’t been sick for that long, but it felt like it. His cock had begun to forget the shape of your walls. It seemed you did too, your pussy stretching far more slowly than normal. But that didn’t matter, he would mold you once more.
Satoru pouts behind Suguru, briefly appreciating his form before scooting up beside you. He slides his clothes off and grabs your hand, guiding it towards his hard cock.
Your body moves on impulse as you squeeze him, thoughtlessly guiding your hand up and down his cock. The both of you look like a wreck, while Suguru looks like he’s only getting started.
Suguru watches the minuscule changes in your expression as he pulls out, before slamming himself back in. The moan you let out is pornographic. He almost blames you for how fucked you’re gonna get because honestly you gave him no choice looking and sounding like that.
Your eyes feel droopy, but you refuse to shut them. The sight of the two men before you makes your mind run, your body already so close to cumming.
Satoru, his head rung low, bangs obscuring his beautiful eyes as you pump his cock. His stomach tightening each time your fingers reach his tip before gliding back down.
Suguru, whose face was the definition of sinful in the way he watched you, pressing his cock deep inside your pussy.
It’s almost impossible to divide your attention between the two. Each time you slow down on Satoru, he lets out a begging shaking breath, but whenever you lose focus on Suguru he’s fucking into you faster.
It’s like they were competing for your attention.
Suguru grips your other hand and brings it to his mouth, pushing your fingers past his lips so he can suck them. The feeling only increases your sensitivity, making your moans come out louder.
He pulls them out and you throw your head back when you notice the saliva dripping from your fingers. He was so fucking hot, and he didn’t even try. He guides them to your pussy, resting them against your clit. Your pussy was soaked already between your cum and Satoru’s spit, but that didn’t matter. You would gladly accept whatever Suguru gave you. You try to circle your clit, but you can’t. Not at the pace that would get you off.
Suguru slams into you, tilting your hips in a way that makes his cock rub against your gspot. He notices that you’re having a hard time focusing on rubbing your clit so he slows down, pulling his cock out before pressing it back in.
Cute, he thought. Your poor little head could hardly focus on everything at once.
Your legs trap his hips in, fingers starting to move faster. Both men have their eyes on you as you moan, body contorting as you inch closer to the high.
Fingers skip along your clit as you feel yourself clench around Suguru. Desperate moans fall from your lips as your vision goes dark. It comes on suddenly, your body shaking beneath Suguru as you cum. They let out moans watching you, their bodies reacting to the way you sound.
It hits Suguru harder than it hits Satoru. He can feel the way your pussy clings to him, the way your body trembles beneath his large frame. There’s no reason to take it easy on you anymore so he starts fucking into you more at a rough pace. His cock pounds inside you, teetering between pleasure and pain. Your hand flies up to grip his chest, fingers slippery from your cum.
“Come on baby you can take it.” He finds himself saying, noticing the way you try to back off.
“No I- it’s too much, it’s too much.” You plea, his cock penetrating you.
He loves how pathetic you sound.
Your pussy clings to his cock as his hips slow down, his cock jumping as he cums inside you. It almost feels like he’s suffocating with the way you grip him. He stills completely, relaxing in content. It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest when he came.
Satoru shakes you both from your post sex bliss. He’s a mess beside you, body slick with sweat with a jutted out lip.
“Aw, poor baby.” Suguru says, eyes glazed over as he watches Satoru.
“Shut up.” Satoru has no bite to his tone.
Suguru’s eyes narrow at the comment. He leans over, cock still plugging you up, and grabs Satoru’s face.
“Watch your mouth.”
Your pussy clenches at Suguru’s tone. His lip quirks up at your reaction before he trains it down. Your hand rubs Satoru’s cock faster now, body trembling at the idea of making him cum. The noises he lets out were a mix between hot and cute. He liked acting all tough, but you knew whenever he was in the sheets his voice betrayed him.
Your hand tightens around his cock, brows furrowing when his hips jump to meet your hand. You were so eager to watch him fall apart in front of you.
“F-fuck.” Satoru’s delirious as he murmurs to himself.
His cock was so hard it hurt. From the taste of your pussy on his tongue to him watching Suguru fuck you, he could hardly take it anymore.
“F-fuck, hah, I,” Satoru groans your name.
Suguru watches your slippery hand tug Satoru’s cock. He did feel a little bad that Satoru hadn’t finished yet. Suguru leans down and lets his teeth dig into Satoru’s throat, sucking lightly. The mixture of sensations causes Satoru to hurl closer to the edge. He humps your fist pathetically as he grabs onto Suguru’s hair.
“G-gonna cum.” It’s hard to hear him over the sound of his cock in your hand.
Suguru reaches a hand down, covering yours, and starts to rub Satoru’s cock. The feeling of his palm pressing into yours makes you squeeze Satoru harder. He groans at the pressure, his stomach flexing.
Satoru cums hard in both your hands, the white silky liquid overflowing your fingers. Suguru removes his hand first, licking his fingers as he slides out of your pussy.
It’s hard not to complain at the feeling but you keep it in. You use a towel that Suguru provides to wipe up Satoru’s cum. Your body feels way heavier, sinking into the bed after everything. Satoru flops beside you, always extremely needy after sex. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his body.
Suguru stares at the tray of food, his brows pinched.
“Guess I’ll have to heat that up.”
You chuckle. Eventually you would eat, but for now all you wanted to do was lay down with the both of them.
“You don’t need to feed me anymore, I’m feeling better.”
“I can tell.” Suguru murmurs.
The boys laugh at you as you all push together, fitting together like a perfect puzzle, warmth spreading between you.
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WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT!!!!!!
If we take into consideration Woodie's compendium entry that came out after his refresh, despite the fact that Lucy has proved herself to be sapient and alive, she doesn't seem very comfortable showing herself to others.
Unless grabbed by a player or haunted by a ghost, canonically she seems very adverse to revealing herself to the others. Maybe that's due to a lack of trust, maybe it's for some other reason. Honestly I could talk for hours about just that alone, but the most important take away here is that Woodie's performance in the A Little Drama update marks Lucy's first public appearance that doesn't hinge on other survivors being first to engage with her:
SO EVERYBODY BETTER CLAP FOR HER!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
#dst#dontstarvetogether#woodie#lucy#enough charlie love its lucy time now*#(*not true there's never enough charlie love but my girl lucy needs some spotlight too)#when i say i could talk for hours abt lucy i fucking mean it. don't even try me i will#but for now i need to go to bed. and also restart my computer bc its abt to explode#I BETTER SEE YOU CLAPPING FOR HER WHEN I WAKE UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL. I'LL. I'LL FREAKING.
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little mcr things in songs that i would drop to my knees for
THE GUITAR AT THE BEGINNING OF DISENCHANTED
ITS SO SWEET
'GET. UP. COWARD.'
'run run bunny run' in scarecrow and how it gradually gets louder until gerard is yelling
UHM?? MIKEYS LITTLE 'FUCKIN READY' IN VAMPIRE MONEY?? LIKE BBG PLEASE GIVE US MORE??
the start of kiss the ring?? like?? perfection??
the sweet little guitar part in demolition lovers at the start like go ray! play your silly little riff!
the bassline to planetary(go!)(i have never once called this song just 'planetary'. its always been planetary go to me) is super funky and i absolitely love it. and i remember mikey saying how that was the hardest bassline that hes played or stage or smt like that<3
THE SILLY LITTLE COWBOY THEME AT THE START OF HANG EM HIGH?? LIKE?? I LOVE IT BUT WHY??
that silly riff during dead! that sounds like woody the woodpecker
8 bitter years - 9 bitter years - 10 FUCKING YEARS
romance. all of it. fuck you if you dont like romance. i would die for this little thing
'dO YOU HAVE THE KEYS TO THE HOTEL-'
the peppy little drums at the start of cemetery drive
'sosendmyresignationtothebrideandthegroom'
'hair bACK, MOTHERFUCKER'
THE INTRO TO GIVE EM HELL KID WHERE ITS JUST MIKEY PLAYING AND YOU CAN REALLY HEAR THE BASSLINE. SHIVERS, BRO
also the bassline to headfirst for halos?? and the guitar at the start?? like i love this song too much??
at this point just bullets. all of it. the entire album. so underrated tbh. fuck anyone who doesnt like bullets
'YOU SHOULDVE RAISED A BABYGIRL I SHOULDVE BEEN A BETTER SON' absolute trans anthem right here, folks
the piano throughout blood is just so happy for no reason like hun, this is not the song for this-
the little 'oooooooooss' in all the angels
the howling in house of wolves??? like it fits so perfectly, guys
'so shut your eyyyyess kiss me goodbyeeee and SLEEEEEEEEEEEPP' 10/10
i will never not love the guitar at the start of na na na and it sucks that the only version you can hear it alone and more isolated is the version off of mdnsy but thank god we at least have that version. i love the lil riff at the start<3
the kids from yesterday. all of it. the electro-themed start and then the sNARE- PHMYGOD GUYS. PLEASE DO NOT OVERLOOK THIS SONG
'from the earth to the morgue morgue morgue MOOOOOOOORRRRRRRGUE WELL TONIIIIGHT WILL IT EVER COOOME?'
ray and franks backing vocals during planetary!! the little wooahs! i love them!<3
the drums at the beginning of burn bright??
the way gerard sings television in boy division like 'teLAviSION'
'well it better be BLACK and it better be TIGHT and it better be JUST. MY. SIZE. - well it better be WHITE and it better be CUT and it better be JUST. MY. SIZE.'
WE DONT NEED ANOTHER SONG ABOUT CALIFORNIA. ALL OF IT. I LOVE THAT SONG AND NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT.
'STOP AND STARE AT THE ACCIDENTS AND STARS THAT BORE YOU'
THATS MY FAVORITE MCR LYRIC GUYS
'louder than gods revolver and TWICE AS SHINY'
okay wait this list was longer than i intended but reblog with your favorite little snippets of mcr songs!!(i keep updating this i need to stop)(i updated it again help)
#mcr#my chemical romance#gerard way#emo#mikey way#ray toro#frank iero#silly little things#i love mcr#please tour again#i need you guys#idk autism maybe
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