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fookinfandoms · 2 years

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number one fan | 18+

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

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

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

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

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

taglist: @ihrtharlow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. “I made a few calls.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he's hard.

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can thank me wherever you want Eddie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bless them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dustin, obviously.”

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beetboxx · 2 years

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the leather jacket effect - billy hargrove x reader

pt 4 - masterlist

THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT, AND IS THEREFORE 18+, MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS PART OF THE SERIES!!!

other warnings; era misogyny, mean dom billy, sub reader, fingering, f oral, p in v, billy being horrible and then billy being less horrible, slight angst - let me know if i missed anything

REQUEST BOX OPEN! (also, come and talk to me!)

you had only been on a couple of dates before that fateful monday. your first one was freshman year, in '82, when joshua wallace from model un asked you out to a movie. joshua wallace was.. average. he wore khakis and polos or sweaters, wore glasses and his hair neatly combed and pushed back. he was always italy at MUN meetings, and always got a little too into it. you two saw the secret of nimh, a dumb little animated movie about a mouse. you had suggested the dark crystal, or the slumber party massacre, but joshua said his mom wouldn't be okay with 'scary' movies. you two sat side by side, the armrest separating you two, as he snacked on popcorn he bought for himself and refused to share.

and then there was eric. he played tennis. actually, he spent more time playing tennis than actually breathing or sleeping. he was sweet. brown eyes, wore button ups and jeans and pulled out chairs for you and opened doors. he asked you out to his own tennis game. you went, it was boring, long, and you didn't quite understand the appeal of a bunch of dudes in white throwing around a ball. you made out in his mom's car after that, and then he struggled for about five minutes to open and put on a condom. you were bored the entire time, even though your famous “first time” is supposed to be romantic, special, significant. with eric, it was a chore. the next week, he asked you if you wanted to go watch him during a tournament. you called him to tell him you were sick.

and then steven, from theatre. he made you smile until your cheeks hurt, complimented you and left notes in your locker. he asked you out using shakespeare and roses, and then took you to a drive-in screening of rocky horror picture show. he covered your head with newspaper when janet and brad are walking through the rain, brought rice and playing cards to throw at the screen. you had the time of your life, but you couldn’t stop giggling and looking over at him and he was so damn cuddly. you two stayed late after the movie ended, popcorn and rice all over the bed of his truck so he could lazily finger you under a blanket before having the most average sex of your life. you went on four more dates with steven after that, each one unique and silly and full of giggles and smiles.

but you found him having sex with a girl wearing a prairie dress with a cowboy hat backstage during their production of oklahoma!

so, easy to say you hadn’t had the best luck with dating, or a very dignified sex life. you thought you would’ve found a long term boyfriend by your senior year- someone mundane and kind and.. boring. everyone thought that you would find some wonder-bread to bring home to your parents and sit at a comfortable distance, so when word spread around that you were going on a “date,” with billy hargrove, it felt like your hair was on fire everywhere you went. girls whispered when you walked by them, suddenly guys were paying attention to you and complimenting your skirts- well, complimenting how the skirts made you look. you just ignored it, for the most part. kept walking after saying a quiet thank you. this was not on the itinerary for the year. but everyone was way too scared of billy to speak out about this anomaly. he had been there for about a week and already had the entirety of hawkins high trapped in his fist. except nancy, of course.

“okay- what the hell happened to not wanting anything to do with him?” nancy interrogated one afternoon at your little study group slash chat hour.

“hm?” you hummed, not lifting your head up from your homework.

“billy!”

“the new kid?”

“yes, the new kid- you know who i’m talking about,” she argued.

“yeah. what about him?”

nancy gave you a very cold, stern look. she had this specific face that just read “don’t fuck with me.” her eyebrows were slanted as she glared at you through them.

“okay- okay!” you surrendered, setting down your pencil. “it’s nothing, seriously. we’re just going to the football game.”

“you say that,” she reprimanded, pointing a pen in your face, “but then he gives you his jacket, and then he tries to get a b.j. in his shitty car he can’t drive, and th-“

“i got it!” you grumbled, frowning and looking down at your hands on the library table. nancy took a breath before scooting a little closer to you, her stern face falling into a more worried expression. she was scared for you, you could tell by the pursed lips and raised cheeks and the pure amount of worry in her eyes.

“i’m sorry. i just- (y/n), i’ve seen guys like him,” nancy explained, joining you in the search for a distraction in her own fingernails.

“i know, i know. its..” you trailed off and lifted your head up to look at her, which soon caught her attention and gave her the cue to re-engage in the conversation. “he’s the first guy to like.. notice me. in a while.”

nancy frowned, her shoulders dropping rigidly. she’s been in your shoes before.

“trust me, nance. i’ll be okay.”

she sighed, nodded reluctantly and threw up her hands as a surrender. the rest of your study session had a huge cloud of tension hanging over it that entire time- all the nerds and study-junkies could feel it, and it made the rest of that hour and a half absolutely miserable. but it gave you alot of time to think, as your eyes aimlessly wandered pages and your pencil scribbled in the corners. billy wasn’t going to be an exclusive deal. he couldn’t promise you love, or loyalty, and you had no idea how everyone else would hypothetically react. but if this goes somewhere, this little chess game of yours, would it end in a draw? perhaps his king, instead of trying to capture your queen in all of his patriarchal powers, would pull her into a hug, give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her it would be alright. and of course, there was always a chance you were imagining all of this and it was all a spooky wet dream, and billy hargrove never really existed!

the attention was good, at first, with all the gossiping and sudden interest from guys since now you were considered unavailable, even though nothing had happened to consider you that. boys were just like sheep. and you kind of felt terrible for the girls, feeling like they needed to compete for their attention. you understood it now. all of the times you had made fun of cathy and nancy for waking up early to do their hair and makeup made sense to you now- they were all forced to be in competition with each other, and once word spread about billy asking you out, you were their top competitor. without you wanting to be.

and of course, word got around to cathy. she approached you about it on that friday, way later than you thought she would find out about it. it was during your shared history class, when you were finishing up notes. she had tapped on your shoulder from behind you, and you could tell from the strength of the taps that she was very urgent.

“what’s up, caths?” you asked, twisting your abdomen to face her.

“you know what’s up,” she replied, dead-panned and staring at you with her beady little eyes. cathy didn’t have a malicious bone in her body, but you really felt like she was about to tell you that she wasn’t angry, just disappointed. you could not bare to live in a world with no people like her or nancy.

“… i’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking down in shame like a kid who got caught grabbing candy from the candy jar.

“what?”

“i said, i’m sorry.”

“wait- why are you sorry?”

you looked up, cocking your head to the side. you couldn’t tell if this was a rhetorical.

“because.. i’m going to the game with billy?”

cathy gasped, her hand immediately flying to your arm and shaking her head rapidly.

“i’m not upset, (y/n)!” she assured, her permed hair flying around as she shook her head. “i’m so totally excited for you!”

now it was your time to reply with a, “what?”

cathy beamed at you and giggled a little bit, her leopard printed shoulders bouncing carelessly. “you finally got yourself a little boy toy! and a very, very hot one, at that.”

“oh,” you said, confusedly. you didn’t exactly know what was happening right now. “you’re not.. mad?”

cathy made a weird pouting face and told you very sincerely, “of course not. i’m happy for you!”

you returned her smile in the form of a quick grin, before nodding in confirmation of her approval. you were glad you had the cathy-go-ahead, but there was still that aching feeling in your gut, pulling and twisting and screaming at you to abort the mission. screaming at you that this would change your senior year from the simple, academic, calm one you had grown to love. simplicity was good. unnerving, familiar. and billy hargrove was anything but simple.

"mrs. (l/n), do you have anything to share with the class?" mr. allen, your bald-headed, grumpy history teacher inquired sarcastically, pulling your attention out of your swimming thoughts. you spun around in your seat, completely silent as you shook your head. mr. allen was scary. looked like a bulldog and always wore very comically large shoulder-pads.

soon after mr. allen had interrupted you and cathy, you were given a solid minute before the bell rang to gather up your stuff that wasn't shoved in your locker into your backpack. he made everyone stay thirty seconds past the bell as usual just out of pure malice, and then you were dismissed for your next period.

you made your quick stop at your locker to shove a few more things that you humanly could in there. you could have sworn that locker had some sort of pocket dimension in it capable of holding all of your books and textbooks and notebooks. but it was lovely. familiar. you went there every day between your history class and english, and it was one of the moments in your day where the rustling and chatting and occasional shouts from the hallways around you were welcoming, because it happened every single day.

as you were walking down the hallway to your next class while holding your copy of , something very out of your schedule occurred, however. something that had never happened before. you got.. catcalled? you weren't really sure what to call it, but as you passed a group of basketball players, wearing their lettermans and sneakers and all various shades of blue jeans, one of them whistled at you.

you were very sure it was at you, too, because another one next to the whistler had the audacity to shout, "yo, (y/n)! lookin' fine today!" before the others erupted in chuckles and various sounds of dog-like expressions of attraction.

you didn't know how to react, so you just mumbled, ".. thank you," your cheeks flushing and a shy but very confused smile pulling at your lips.

one of the players, the one you guessed had started this, let out another form of onomatopoeia in a loud 'ooooh!' and slapping the chest of the guy next to him. it was all very strange. they acted like dogs. no, they acted like dogs and expected girls to swoon over them. they acted like dogs, and treated girls like they were the dogs. the entire moment just made you sick in your stomach. it felt wrong. to be objectified like that, like a piece of meat. they were only interested in you because you had been 'claimed,' and you were totally not a fan of it.

and then you realized that your next class was in fact english, and you dreaded your hallway walk even more. maybe you would get lucky, billy wouldn't show up and you wouldn't have to deal with him for another day. maybe billy was merciful enough to spare you from his demeaning flirts until you went on your little outing together to a shitty football game.

you soon realized that no, billy hargrove was not that merciful. he was there when you walked in mrs. campbells decorated door, lounging in his chosen seat with his toned legs sprawled out underneath him, stretching far enough to reach underneath the chair of the person in front of him. he had some smug expression on his face, as usual, like he was about to pull a pair of sunglasses from the abyss and tell you he had you all figured out. and most importantly and shocking- he was early. to a class.

he didn't seem to notice you, or was choosing to act like he didn't notice you, until tina, from behind your seat, drew the class' attention to you with a gleeful 'hey, (y/n)!'

his eyes dragged over to you, standing in the classroom doorway with your book and a composition notebook tucked in your arms. he flicked his chin up as a part of a greeting.

"speak of the pretty devil. we were just talking about you,” billy asserted, every single pair of eyes in the classroom falling on you. this attention you did not like. you could read every single emotion from the room full of opinionated teenagers. it made you feel like spotlights were blazing down on you, turning your face red and your skin hot and a little tingly. you gave a little, nervous hum as a response to his proclamation. the heat of the attention made your knees a little wobbly, your hands unsteady as you walked past billy to your seat. you sat down, slowly as you approached the shark, which prompted billy's body to follow your direction and give you a smile that rotted your teeth.

"you excited for the game tonight, babe?" he asked you while chewing his gum with his molars, that one ending word of endearment making everyone in the classroom have their own micro-reaction. excitement for their bro-dude, jealousy because that should be them getting that title, jealousy because that should be them giving that title, disgust that this was such a big deal, and more. but yours was just shock. your eyes went wide, lips parting in a barely noticeable gasp.

"um- please don't call me that," you whispered, hoping that it was just him that heard it, but unfortunately, the gaggle of jocks emitted chuckles and scoffs at your response.

you saw billy's face fall, with his nostrils flaring like a bull and teeth gritting together. he shot a glare as sharp as a dagger at the boys around him, to which they responded accordingly by falling silent. at first, you thought they were laughing at you for 'being such a prude,' but you soon realized that they were laughing at billy- you had embarrassed him.

his smile then returned with a chuckle as his jaw loosened from its tension, beginning to chew his gum like hew as doing before.

"why not? you're a fuckin' babe," he chided, intending to sound like he didn't care, but the bite he applied was obvious that he was a little wounded by your push-back.

"it's.. it's a little degrading, is all. you could have.. used my name."

he laughed at you. it stung.

"ah, so you're bein' a bitch today, huh?"

"n-no, i just don't want to be treated like.. that," you muttered, your agitation beginning to grow. the people around you basically pulled out a bucket of metaphorical popcorn as they watched the ping-pong match between you two. to billy, it was some sort of sadistic strip ping-pong.

billy was so close to responding, until he was interrupted by mrs. campbell's less-than-cheerful announcement that class had begun and to quiet down. he turned around in his seat, and you could feel the steam blowing from his ears and into your vicinity.

english class was painful. billy didn't say a word. not to you, not to the teacher, not to the people around him. he opened his copy of animal farm, but you could tell he didn't read a single word. you only got a chapter or so yourself. everything felt.. wrong. the words on the pages felt like you were reading an ancient symbolic language, which was the same feeling you got when you tried to read billy. he didn't make any sudden movements until the end of class, when the bell rung and everyone was dismissed.

you always took a while to get your stuff, and billy knew that already, so he lingered, sitting in the same exact spot you last saw him in, with his fists clenched on his desk and his shoulders tense. once you stood up, he followed, turning around on his heel and blocking your exit escape. you two were the only people in the class at that point. he didn't say anything, just took a step towards you and grabbed your chin with two unexpectedly soft fingers. he brought your chin to look at him, a movement that gave you a scary deja vu that made your stomach turn over.

he took a long moment to stare into your eyes with a dangerous, flat look. you could feel his minty breath, and you could see the brewing darkness in his eyes.

"you better learn to watch it," he said. it was simple, a command. a threat. you didn't know what he would do if you didn't, and you didn’t exactly know what you were supposed to be watching (you guessed it was the whole embarrassing him thing). but you didn't exactly want to find out- though, seriously, what the fuck could billy do that would be so horrible if you continued to ‘talk back to him’, even with your innocent intentions that you had before.

he didn't give you the chance to respond, though, letting go of your chin with a slight push, once again slowly turning around, grabbing his bag, and exiting the classroom.

that was all you thought about for the rest of the day. nothing else. just billy. and his fingers. and the dangerous look he gave you. and it was like a horror movie- you knew you were going to be scared and your nerves and adrenaline would be on fire under your skin, but you were so intrigued, and.. excited.

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6:24, a whole 36 minutes until the terrible football game was about to start. no one went to the hawkins high football games for fun. the team was terrible, boring, and the marching band completely half-assed it, knowing it wouldn't have been a memorable moment anyways. basketball games were the true games to go to for the game itself- and the guys in shorts and tank tops. people went to hawkins high football games to either support someone, get drunk and/or high, snog in or under the bleachers, and just hangout with their friends in a reckless abandon.

you didn't know why you were going, to be honest.

you heard a loud, angry honk from outside your house, prompting you to mutter a string of curses as the anticipation grew in your veins. you couldn't tell if your hair was standing up on your head like you were upside down. you hurriedly put on your mascara, a finishing touch to a very intermediate look. it was definitely out of your comfort zone, but.. you wanted to impress someone. show them- him, you weren't what he thought. throw him off his game, show him who's boss in this situation.

you did your makeup with your best impersonation of molly ringwald, glossy red lipgloss and rouge on your cheekbones. but you kept your outfit strictly you. you didn't need to change your clothing style for a guy. it was your last thread of comfort that you were strong to hold onto. loose jeans and a button-up, that was it.

a loud knock- no, a bang on your front door sounded through the house. you basically sprinted to it, twisting the doorknob open and throwing the door open so hard it banged against the wall behind it, hopefully not leaving a scratch, but you were too caught up in the moment to check. there was billy, leaning against your doorframe, a cigarette hanging from the corners of his lips. he wore a tight polo shirt, definitely purposefully defining all of his muscles and figure. you noted a little silver necklace with a pendant you couldn't fully make out. his hair was.. well, perfect. it definitely had to be a perm. you wondered what would happen if you threw a bucket of water over his head. his blue eyes were piercing in the dim light, first shooting through your chest where a little sliver of skin showed, making you immediately go and cover it up. they skated up to your face, lingering on the glossy red lips you applied. for you, of course. it wasn't for anyone else.

"uh-.. hey," you greeted, trying to sound as calm as possible. you were anything but calm.

"you get all dolled up for me?"

damn it. he saw right through you.

you just shook your head. you saw the slight hint of a grin. you had to fight with your hand to not reach up and slap it off of him, but it was too planted to your sides to resist your resistance.

he clicked his tongue and looked to his car, before pushing himself up off your doorframe. he turned, and began walking to his car in quick strides. you followed like some sort of lost puppy. he walked right past the passenger side car door, going straight to his own and opening it for yourself, proving to you that you weren't even worth the few seconds it would take to open your car door for you. maybe it was to you, maybe it was to him. regardless, you opened it yourself, climbing into the car soaked in cigarette smoke, ash, and rebellion. billy didn't even wait for you to put on your seatbelt, which you knew you had to when driving with billy, to start up his car with a growl and slam on the gas.

it was about three minutes of tense silence, the small carriage being taken up by soft rock music from the radio and the sound of the camaro's exhaustion, before one of you broke. it was you.

"hey um- i'm.. i'm sorry for embarrassing you, or whatever. in mrs. campbells.”

he just scoffed.

“i really don’t like the way you spoke to me, though. like- i’m not mad, or whatever.. i only want you to treat me like-“

“it’s fine,” he bit.

you could hear cold as ice by foreigner playing on the radio. it seemed fitting, but you couldn’t tell why. maybe it was the icy tone in his voice.

you needed to change the situation, quick, or else you would be calling for cathy’s saving before the game even started. so you decided to.. turn it into a joke.

“but uh- did you see tim’s face when you gave him that glare?” you lightly laughed. “looked like he was going to shit himself or something.”

that pushed a tiny, breathy chuckle from billy. it was lighter than the chuckle he gave when he was mocking you earlier.

you let that light simmer for a while, resorting to staring down at your palms in your lap, trying to read the lines in them and see if the stars held any resolution that night. you didn’t see anything. and then there was a little shimmer from venus.

“yeahh.. guy’s a tool.." he grumbled, but you could feel the jokiness in his tone that threatened to rise to surface.

you offered him the same chuckle he put on the table. you chewed on the inside of your cheek as your eyes followed the lines on your palm, trying to find the courage within to say something more. you turned to look at him, your view landing on his hands on the steering wheel. you couldn't look him in the face, even if he was staring at the road.

“hey, billy?”

he hummed.

“why did you ask me to this game?” you questioned, quiet and very, very sincere. it wasn’t challenging, sarcastic, it was a genuine question.

“i dunno,” he replied. it wasn't cocky or smug, just clueless. he really didn't know why. he didn't regret it by any means, but it was something that just happened and he didn't realize that it did.

"is it a.. date?"

he iterated the same response, "i dunno."

"why are you so.. mean to me? mean to.. women."

billy blinked rapidly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"why are you asking so many questions?" he challenged, crueler than he intended it to be. not that it mattered, anyways. "a little chatterbox tonight, huh?"

you nodded, shrugging. his mocking question was intended to make you shut up, but instead, it just made you continue to talk more. it made his forehead crease. "yep. i've never done this before, to be honest. usually when i get asked out on a date it's... asking, not demanding."

billy frowned, a now angry frown that he was being chastised.

"well, then i'll tell you," he began, stopping you before you could say anything else. "you sit next to me, look pretty and be fuckin' quiet. or you can go talk to tommy's girlfriend about.. shopping or whatever the fuck you girls talk about."

now it was your turn to scrunch up your eyebrows.

"and maybe, if you're lucky, i'll pull into an empty parking lot after the game."

your head cocked to the side as you glared at him, which to him, looked more like a pout until you narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. "an empty parking lot, really? why?"

billy scoffed at you again, rolling his eyes until they landed on you, pulling your attention from his steering wheel you had been staring at as he disregarded traffic laws and degraded you.

"oh, that's adorable," he mocked. "you really don't know?"

"okay, if you're gonna be a total lame-ass, i'll just go spend the game with my friend.” you tightened your arms over your chest like you were holding a shield to yourself to protect from billy’s overall unpleasantness.

“i wouldn’t be if you weren’t gonna be such a bimbo," billy rasped, his voice gaining in volume.

"didn’t you fail a grammar quiz, wise guy?” you snapped back. you felt your ears getting hot, your nails bluntly digging into your arms as the anger, and confidence, brewed. “i mean, seriously, do you have anything going on up there behind that mullet besides like.. wondering when you’re going to get your rocks off next?”

your tone became a lot harsher than it was before. your emotions had flipped like a coin, a quick switch with your increasing agitation and anger. you would rather eat cement than admit that billy was affecting and offending you. but maybe it's not so bad, i mean, wet cement looks edible-

"who do you think you are, billy?" you continued, a lot quieter than your last accusation. it was quieter, but it stung like a hammer to billy's head. you scooted further away from him in your seat, closer to the door just in case you needed to tuck-and-roll out of the camaro. you saw him seething, his knuckles turn white as the rest of him turned an angry red. his breathing was heavy and gravelly in his chest, rumbling like a volcano before eruption. "you can't- you can't treat women like they're pieces of meat."

billy gritted his teeth together.

"but that's all you are." he spat loudly, not even giving the effort to look at you as he pulled over in the road and stopped the car.

"no!" you argued, shaking your head, "i'm not! how do you know that you're not the.. piece of meat, huh?"

he laughed. a haunting laugh that you had been hearing in your head the whole week.

then he went silent. his face fell, his hands fell of the steering wheel and onto his thighs. he sat back in his seat, staring out the dashboard window into the darkness that had consumed the october night.

"you're killin' me, (y/n)."

you let your shoulders drop.

"what?"

"i don't want to go to the game," billy declared, his voice much quieter than it was in his seemingly controlled fit of anger.

"what, you wanna yell at me more?"

"no. i don't know-" his voice suddenly rose to a shout, his head snapping to face you. the movement made you jump, swallow a thick cloud in your throat. "- what i want, okay? so if you could just shut the fuck up-" he slammed his palm down on the steering wheel, causing it to emit a loud, dull sound throughout the car that seemed to shake your body. you stole a shaky breath from the heavy air.

"let's just.. let's just talk," you apprehensively suggested, mousey and wide-eyed. billy ran his fingers through his curly hair. he shut his eyes, tightly.

"what the fuck is there to talk about?" he snarled. you fiddled with your fingers in your lap, suddenly losing that streak of bravery when confronting billy.

"your life? my life? i-.. if-.. let's get to know each other."

"god, that's lame. you're fuckin' lame."

you felt frozen in the leather seat, like he had spread out a thick glue and stole the sweat from your body. your chest was heavy, fingers seemingly stuck in a rigor mortis clench. but your jaw opened itself, like a venus fly trap luring an unsuspecting fly with a bitter sugar.

".. what's the necklace?"

billy stopped. his face turned white, a cold white. he flew away from you.

"it's none of your business," he snapped harshly.

your eyes darted from him, to the steering wheel, to your lap, anywhere in the car. they took their final resting place upon him, finding the sliver of skin where the pendant rested.

"i wanna get to know you," you whispered, shrugging your shoulders.

billy didn't further the conversation. just rapidly threw his hand onto the transmission and shoved it into drive, pressing down his foot firmly on the gas so quick you were kind of thrown around in your seat. you had to grab onto the console and the door handle to be able to settle yourself back into the leather before speaking again.

"billy- where the fuck are we going?" you urgently, but nervously, demanded.

you were met with nothing but silence and the engine of his car growling at you.

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there wasn't a word spoken in that goddamn camaro until the car let out its hum of sleep and fell into stillness. you were snapped out of some sort of trance billy had put you under, a trance of confusion and a sprinkle of fear.

billy threw his door open immediately after tugging the keys out. you followed him on your side, more frantic than his somehow cool composure. you knew he was anything but cool, probably pretty near boiling level by now. he was such an anomaly. he didn't make any sense to you. when you got out of the car, you saw him leaned against the hood of his camaro, big hands shoved in his front jean pockets. you stood by the car on your side, making sure to not make any sudden movements. you were way too scared to even touch his car, like it would catch on fire and dissolve billy into an ashy mess.

the air was cool, a breeze blew past you and swirled around billy, ruffling up his hair gently. you could smell the water, musty and earthy as it swished around and waved hello to you two. you could see stars and billy's car's lights reflect onto the water, anything but calm as the reflections distorted and twisted and stretched on the surface. you could hear the trees rustling as they danced with the breeze. it was calm. a lot more calm then billy's tension

"california," he finally spoke up, staring down at the ground as he crossed an ankle over the other.

"what?"

"california. i lived in california before i moved to this shit-hole."

you took a step closer to him, lighting a fuse that made his head turn to you. you saw a different emotion in his eyes, something you had never seen from him before. twinkling in the dark, a small spark distant from his irises.

all you could utter was, "oh."

"my dad- neil. he thought it would be good for his stupid fuckin' new chick and her kid. i thought that-" he swallowed, rough and hard and tobacco-tainted, "- that i could make this place mine."

"i hate it, (y/n). i hate it here."

you took another step towards him, the wind pushing you to him and coaxing you to investigate more. you couldn't speak. it was like you were watching a film play out and this was the final scene before the main character got his happy ending. but you knew that you weren't in that scene.

"you- have been driving me crazy," he conceded, his gaze returning to the abyss in front of him. "you.. and max, have been the things that i just.. can't win."

you chewed on your bottom lip, crossing your arms to hold your warmth and dignity to yourself.

"have you ever thought that.. maybe you haven't been trying?" you suggested. you took the final steps necessary to reach to the spot next to him, where you gently rested yourself upon the hood of his car.

"you're too fuckin' perfect. it makes me so mad," billy chortled darkly, a self-pitying laugh that made the night seem darker. "and you know what's the worst part? you're fucking boring."

your eyes glanced from side to side, searching for any words. all you could come up with was, "ouch."

you turned your head to look at him. his spine was curved where he was crossing his arms over his broad chest, his outline visible with the dim reflection of his headlights. his hair was a mess, out of place and frizzy from the moisture of the lake and the frustrated hair pulls.

"i dunno what to do," he said quietly, a small admission of hidden defeat.

"have you.." you cleared your throat to swallow down some of the fear bubbling in your stomach, ".. ever thought of.. not being such a dick to everyone?"

"cut the sass, alright?"

"i'm not being sassy," you dully argued, shifting your weight around in an attempt to make the situation a little more comfortable. you failed at that. "if you weren't so.. mean.. i would've happily gone out with you. you're pretty."

you saw billy's nostrils flare up. he stared off into space before his eyes clicked to look at yours, his head slowly following suit.

"pretty? really?" he threw back in a tone that more questioned if you were fucking with him, trying to emasculate him or something. but you weren't- he was just really pretty.

"mhm.. pretty," you mumbled. that was about as far as you were going to get with him. he still had a brick wall built up, made of hair-gel and muscle covered in thorns that pricked anyone who came too close.

in a swift movement, billy pushed himself off of his car, leaving you stranded in the darkness. he was about to march to the driver's seat and probably throw some sort of fit, but you straightened your knees and took a step forward in the chips of rocks.

"i'm serious, billy," you called out.

he had his hand on the door's lever, but stopped without pulling it towards him to open the car. his tongue poked in his cheek, sliding over to poke out to cover his bottom lip, shaking his head. "you are the devil, (y/n)."

"no," you said, taking another step towards him, swallowing down your dignity. this had to be some sort of trap he had laid out for you. "i just.. think there's more to you than all those.. abs and stuff."

"why are you being nice to me?" he asked, more irritated than anything.

you sucked in a breath and swallowed it down, in the process swallowing down your dignity. the breeze of the night must have possessed you, because before you knew it, you were closing the inches between you two and laying your hands on the collar of his opened polo. you grazed your eyes on the v of exposed skin before letting them walk, rather run, to his face. he was pretty. so pretty that you couldn't help but tug on the fabric, slowly, until the tip of your noses met. he just stared into you, blue eyes intoxicating you until you were out of your mind enough to close the gap and press your lips upon his.

you were kissing him. you were kissing billy hargrove and your head was completely empty. no synapse firings or rational thoughts were occurring to send a signal to your legs to run away and escape. maybe you were just falling into his trap, maybe it was pity or defeat, but when his hands came up to grip your waist tightly, you were spent. gone in the thin ring of ocean blue on his face. it was familiar, the hold he had on you and how he told you he would have you in a jiffy. it pained you to admit he was right. you just couldn’t help it, especially not when he moved to press you against the side of his camaro so he could deepen your kiss, lips battling with each other in a dissonant harmony that was somehow satisfying. but not satisfying enough to get you to stop.

“i-i wasn’t lying,” you stammered with a pant, as steady as you could be with billy expertly pecking at your bottom lip, trying to reignite another heavy kiss. “you really are pretty and-.. and-“

billy pulled himself off your lips, leaving not even an inch between your two heated faces. you could feel and smell his breath, the gum that he chewed and the words he spat to hide his emotions.

“and what?”

you stared up at him, smoothing your hand from his cheek and over his chest, fiddling with the fabric.

“h-hot? i don’t.. know..” you whispered, your eyes finding the silver pendant against his chest and locking onto it so you didn’t have to look at him. but you could feel billy’s signature smug grin grow on his face. you were immediately regretting the decision you didn’t make willingly, but you didn’t back out.

“you gonna get all shy on me?” he murmured, leaning down to force your chin back up with his nose. “c'mon, where did all of that high and mighty shit go?”

he began mouthing over your jaw, making sure to nip where your jaw met your ear. he noted the hitch in your breath by repeating his actions, this time pulling a tiny little squeaky hum from the back of your throat that didn't leave your lips.

"you were planning this, weren't you?" you gasped, leaning your head back without thinking just to let him wrap his tail around and around you until he suffocated you. he took it as an invitation to kiss and bite across the delicate skin of your neck, which he happily accepted.

"ohh, don't blame this on me, naughty girl," he muttered between bites. "but you're just too innocent and perfect for that, huh?"

you hummed a little, "mm-mmh," and shook your head. you didn't see yourself as innocent, per se, but billy wanted to grab the halo above your head that only he saw and rip it into pieces. you had a little tiny urge to prove him differently, lifting up your leg so it bent at the knee and rested on his hip. he caught it for you and gripped the skin under your thigh, letting it mold in his fingers. it brought you closer to him, particularly the pelvic region, which you realized when you felt a hard, thick bulge trapped under his jeans rubbing up against you. you gasped at it, hands jumping up to the back of his head, filled with long, blonde curly hair to lightly tug on it. he heard it, he felt it, and so he pressed up against you, lifted his hips up slightly so he could plant them back down between your legs, gritting his hard bulge between your jeans.

"jesus," he grumbled, sinking his teeth into a spot just above the crease where your collarbones met with your neck. he lingered there, placing his tongue on the target and began to lightly suck.

"mmh- billy, no marks-" you protested, shifting your hands to his chest to lightly shove him away. he didn't budge, simply slid one of his hands opposite to the side of your neck he was attacking, pressing it against you to press you further into his mercy.

he growled, a rumble bubbling in the base of his throat with a, "too bad."

you stopped pushing after a couple of seconds, the exact second a whine trailed from your lips and prompted a chuckle from billy when he sucked down, hard. it stung, a tiny bit, but god did it feel good for your skin to be violated like that. rough and unforgiving, teeth scraping on your jugular until he had decided there was a sufficient enough bruise to make you wear a turtleneck for the next week. you didn't notice how much you enjoyed it before you found yourself grinding against his pelvis, a friction that formed sparks and sent them flying up your nervous system.

"you've been thinking about this, haven't you?" billy whispered, removing his teeth from your skin and kissing up the underside of your chin, up the side of your jaw, kissing the corners of your lips as a finishing touch. "that pretty little head filled with nasty things, all the nasty stuff i would do to ya."

he hit every mark. you had been thinking about this since that damn party, rutting against his thigh lodged between your thighs like a dog. you didn't have to think about that, though, with the real thing pressed up against you and grinding at your clothed clit. you whimpered, pathetically and weakly. your eyes were pulled up to meet his, blue eyes corrupted by black pupils that tied you down in them until you broke.

"you want me, don't you, (y/n)?"

you nodded.

"say it," billy demanded.

you then shook your head. he twisted his wrist around so it fit the front of your throat, lightly grasping at it in his big palm. you felt his fingers dig in your waist, so hard you could feel his short nails pressing against your sweater.

"(y/n)," he murmured, sing-songy and mocking, "say it. i can leave you right here, shaking and fuckin' wet."

you whined again, trying to turn your head away from him, but he was quick to catch your chin, holding you in place so he could stare you down. he had this primal look in his eyes, all of the anger and curiosity and desire spilling from his eyes into you. his face was tight, relentless, pretty blue eyes corrupted with libido.

"i can easily drive you home, you know. let you say goodnight to mommy and daddy knowin' big bad billy got you all worked up."

you shook your head again, as much as you could with his hold on you. you could feel the small droplets of spit flying from his teeth and hitting your face, making you wince with each syllable. he was squeezing your chin now, enough to leave a dull pain.

"come on, tell me. say it. say it and i'll give you what you want," he mumbled, voice low but rising to a harsh whisper. "wanna hear you. wanna hear you admit that i won."

you did. you lost this. miserably. there was going to be no winning this game of chess you had going on, he already had your queen in his line of sight and was reaching out to steal it.

"i want you," you spat out. "i want you, billy."

a sickly sweet, sticky smile grew on billy’s face as he released his harsh grip on your chin.

“atta girl, there ya go. that wasn’t hard, was it?” he teased, pecking your lips lightly as a small reward. his hands met at your waist again, before making the short trail to the hem of your jeans. your eyes then snapped wide open, flying down to grab at his wrists and pull them away. he didn’t fight it, he wasn’t that terrible.

“i dont- i don’t wanna do..” your voice quieted to a secretive whisper, “.. it out here.”

billy was quick to reply with a solution. “my place. let me take you home.”

you paused, hesitant and fighting with yourself to resist him more. but you couldn’t. he was inching towards your queen piece that you had placed in front of him, laid out for him to grab his victory. you could just nod, too much in shock to say anything. your eyes were wide, bright in the dark night and illuminated billy’s sight.

“okay,” you quietly conceded. “alright. take me home.”

he lingered with you for just a second until he was turning around, finally opening his car door and climbing in the seat, leaving you completely isolated and feeling way too empty to be standing out in the dark without him. so you ran to the other side of the car, scrambling to get in the seat across from him. he didn’t even wait for you to sit fully before he was pulling the car in reverse and speeding out of the spot it was in. you two didn’t talk the entire road. you just had your eyes set on him as he disregarded most traffic laws. atleast he was watching the road. so much you don’t think he blinked once. it was intense and heavy and thick in that car. your lungs couldn’t catch enough oxygen and you felt a little fuzzy in the head, like you were walking in some sort of twisted dream.

when he pulled into his own driveway and shut off his car, he sat there for a second, breathing heavily and staring into the garage door. then he suddenly turned to you, grabbed your face and tugged you to him, mashing his lips against yours in an almost violent kiss. it was messy and very sloppy, your lip gloss smearing around your own lips as well as basically his entire face. you felt his tongue press against your bottom lip, filling your taste buds with the taste of him. your own hands found the bottom of his shirt, gripping the fabric in your fists to ground yourself to reality, or else you think you would’ve just floated away.

“lets- jeez,” you struggled to say, just barely pulling away from him. “let’s go inside.”

he tore himself away from your lips. your hair was a mess, cheeks rosy and lips bruised and swollen from his own. your eyes had this shimmer of want that drove billy fucking crazy, like he wanted to split you open. and to be frank, he was planning on it. a week of frustration towards you had been building and building and was spilling out in the form of sexual tension. billy nodded, for once not having anything to say as he climbed out of his car and waited for you to do the same. you mirrored him, stepping out of the vehicle and throwing the door shut. you inched your way towards the front of his car, where billy grabbed your wrist and began tugging you inside.

you barely had any time to comprehend his little house filled with the lingering smell of anger as he dragged you to his room. you just knew it was warm. but hot. and cold. all at the same time- something just wasn’t right about that damned house. it was completely put together- neat and tidy, but was so broken and torn apart. you were tripping over your feet, tripping over your mind as billy’s hand splayed over your wrist in his palm and he dragged you across the house. when you got in his room, it was exactly the way you expected. posters of random, half-naked women across the walls, a radio, blue sheets that were scrunching up to the side and left a silhouette of his body. it smelled exactly like him. cheap cologne, peppermint and smoke. you smelt it even more when he grabbed your hips and pressed his lips against your already bruising neck. he groaned softly into your neck, taking a big huff of your scent as he lifted up his foot to shut the door behind him. you were trapped now.

“nice room,” you snarked as sarcastically as you could be, breathlessly as you tangled a hand in his hair. you were still trying to hang onto that thread of control you had.

“watch the attitude." he grumbled roughly, pulling off of you to glare down at you. he cupped your chin in his hand, a glass teacup in his rough palm as he maneuvered you to be pinned to his door. “you gonna keep mouthing off to me?”

you hummed a no. in an instant, billy snapped that little thread you had in two.

what was the use in fighting it anymore? you wanted him. bad. the core between your thighs was aching, and your stomach felt tight. you were sweating, and you couldn't tell how much of it was from you, and how much of it was from billy's hot body pressed against you. he seemingly rewarded this endeavor of surrender, lifting up his leg to slot between your thighs with a strength that probably would've sent you flying into the ceiling if he wasn't gripping everywhere he could. you let out a whine, the double layer of jeans still didn't do much to stop the friction against your aching clit. he had returned to your neck by then, nipping and sucking, painting your neck with little red marks around a bruising spot from earlier. you rut against his thigh as much as you could, letting your jaw hang open and head loll back until it hit the door.

"billy-" you panted. to him, it sounded like you wanted to stop, so he reluctantly pulled back. you were gazing up at him, and you had these big, wide, innocent eyes and it made billy want to squeeze you until you popped.

"kiss me," you pleaded, grabbing at his shirt, "please?"

it made him grin. he had a pretty smile. the corners of his lips unsubtly curled upwards, pushing his cheeks up and creating a line that rainbowed over his way too perfect lips. he wasn't showing you his teeth, maybe he was scared that it would chase you off, but you didn't have enough time to question that fact before he was obliging to your request. he attacked your lips fervently, sliding his hand to grab your cheek, the pad of his thumb digging into the front end of your cheekbone. your hands were fisted in the bottom of his shirt, the bunching of which revealed the bottom of the toned golden skin of his abdomen. you let your hand snake from his abdomen to his oblique, just below his hip.

you felt the muscles tense up, his thigh lodge itself further in between the crevice of your legs. the kiss was anything but gentle. spit was swapped to the point of a thin stream of saliva dribbled down your chin. his teeth caught your bottom lip between them at one point, making a show of pulling it back until your lip retreated with a hard sting.

"you look.. so fuckin' sexy right now," he whispered. he kissed the corners of your lips before he took a step back, leaving you alone and leaning against the door, shaking and ready to electrocute anything from the amount of static swimming through your veins. he walked backwards until his knees hit his bed, plaid blue bedsheets stopping the back of his knees until he was sat down on top of them. his thighs spread, hands hanging over them as he stared at a very confused you in front of him.

you tried to take a step forward, but billy stopped you with a palm out and a ‘ah ah ah.’ your head tilted to the side, like a puppy that doesn’t understand a trick just yet.

“take ‘em off,” billy demanded, his eyebrows raising. “the jeans and that dumb little sweater.”

“i don’t-“

“take it off or i’ll do it for you. you can take off your own clothes like a big girl, right?” he mockingly asked, mirroring your head tilt.

you sucked in a hard breath, but your lungs couldn’t seem to be filled with enough air. you had to save it, as your shaky hands pushed yourself from the door to a standing position and then shadowed over your jean’s button. you kicked off your shoes and socked with your toes, kicking them to the side carelessly. you sucked your bottom lip, already bitten, between your teeth as you unbuttoned your jeans and shoved them down your hips. you shimmied your way out of them, embarrassingly losing your balance as you stepped out of them and tumbling around before you gained it again. but billy didn’t laugh at you like you expected him to, he just stared like he was watching a pretty bird through a piece of glass. shaky hands clutched the bottom of your sweater, tugging it off cautiously, as if a wrong move would set off some alarm. eventually you threw it to the side, leaving your arms free to cross over your chest. you saw his breath pick up, his chest heaving under the thin fabric of his polo. you stayed like this for a while, you shifting your weight awkwardly and billy staring at you, practically salivating.

“are you just gonna stare at me?” you grilled, pouting out your lips as you glared at him. your little pout dissipated, however, when billy shot you a warning scowl. it was a mean look, and it made you feel like you were getting smacked on the wrist for something.

“.. sorry.”

“you are such a brat, you know that?” billy griped, reaching out as far as he could to hook a hand on the underside of your knee, and another on your waist. he tugged you to him in a swift movement, settling you down to straddle his lap. you squealed at the abrupt force, grabbing onto his shoulders to find a balance. “you’d be so much hotter if you would just shut up.”

his palm inched away from your knee and to your backside, hovering over the exposed skin. “but you just needed some attention, huh? needed someone to take care of you.”

his words were heavy, deep and dark and made you feel so weak, so minuscule compared to him. you tried to tense your thighs together, but billy’s own legs stopped you from doing so, leaving you spread and open on top of him. he certainly l abused this power. the hand on your backside smoothed over your skin, trailing across your hips, finding itself between your legs. the fabric of your underwear were soaked, basically sticking to his fingers as he rubbed over it. he laughed darkly at the sensation, hearing you gasp out and grip his shoulders tightly.

“fuck, who could have possibly got you this hot and bothered?” he mused, meeting your widened eyes. you didn’t reply, you couldn’t. your words got stuck in your throat and came out as a prolonged mewl. you sank yourself down onto his fingers, and he gladly welcomed you, lodging the pads of his fingers between the valley created in your underwear. his demeanor was switching every five seconds, from charming and a condescending sweet, to just downright mean and degrading. he couldn’t decide if he wanted to make you pay, or take pity and give you everything you wanted from him.

“y-you did, billy,” you crooned, a needy tune that barely rose above a whisper. “never been with someone like you. i like it.”

billy gave you another grin, just the slightest hint of white teeth peeking through to reward you for the praise. he bit down on his tongue slightly before it poked out to wet his bottom lip, licking the remains of your lipgloss from it.

“you’re gonna be nice and use your manners for me, right?” he tested, bending his fingers slightly and angling them to find your clit between your two bodies. he knew he found it when you let out this little cute squeal that sent vibrations straight to his cock, straining against his already overly tight jeans.

“uh-huh, yes- sure,” you gasped, rising your body up to allow him more access. his fingertips dug into your bare waist, the slightest hint of nails visiting your skin. billy just watched you, watched how your face squeezed together when he hit a right spot, how your hips circled his fingers greedily.

“c-can this come off?” you requested, tugging at the hem of his polo. “please?”

there was no way billy was going to refuse you. he acted annoyed, pressing his lips out and rolling his eyes a bit, but he really, really liked it. his hand pulled itself away from you, making you plant yourself against the crotch of his jeans to compensate. he tugged off his shirt in one swift movement, throwing it behind you on the ground by some other dirty laundry he hadn’t picked up yet.

he was basically sculpted by the gods. something out of a porno or some shit. that time you watched rocky horror picture show, the entire movie you found yourself staring at rocky himself in his toned but brainless glory, how the sweat stuck to his skin and made the golden tan glow and accentuated every little crevice and muscle. you never thought you would see something like it in real life, but here billy hargrove was, with you perched on his lap whining, looking like some sort of sex god or whatever. his dirty blonde hair hung out over the large triangular muscle of his trapezius, curled and frizzy from the sweat and moisture. and god, his chest. you could see everything as his chest heaved, pecs the perfect size for your hand to hold onto for support. this was not pretty. this was some sort of sorcery.

you were staring at him for a long time, letting your eyes rake over every inch of skin he had. you found the little happy trail of hair inching to the button of his jeans, framed by your inner thighs and must’ve subconsciously squeezed them together, because billy let out a grunt as soon as you laid your eyes on them.

“can i touch you?” you asked, sliding your palms down his biceps and squeezing his forearm in one, the side of his hand in the other.

no one had ever asked him that before. it made him feel things in his stomach that he hadn’t ever contemplated before. it was weird. you thought he wasn’t replying because of what you didn’t say, so you made sure to add a small, needy,“please.”

“such a sweet thing,” billy mumbled, like it was a secret you weren’t allowed to hear. but you heard, and your cheeks flushed even further, as impossible as it was. but that feeling in his stomach grew and grew, some sort of gross fondness with your blush and pout- and he realized he needed to reestablish himself as the dominant one in this situation. he needed to hear you need him, beg for him.

so he lifted you up by the waist, manhandling you to be laying down on his bed with him sitting back on his knees. your legs were spread laying on top of his thighs, giving him a good and clear view of all of you. you had that deer caught in headlights look, lost and defenseless against him.

“ya act all tough, givin’ me sass. if only you saw how fuckin’ pathetic you look,” he growled. your hair fanned out under your head on his conveniently placed pillow. he decided then that blue was definitely your color, as you laid against his sheets, holding onto his forearms for dear life. he gathered your wrists in one hand, sliding them up your body as he lifted himself onto his knees, pushing himself forward until you were chest-to-chest. your knees were bent on either side of him, feet planted into the blue sheets to ground yourself. your wrists got pinned above your head, staying there when he released them because of the huffy whisper of, ‘leave ‘em there, sweetheart.’

you swallowed thick and hard as he moved down your body, latching his teeth onto the skin just above your breasts. you whined, wanting so badly to move your hands and grab onto his curly hair, but you also wanted so badly to please him. and you didn’t fucking know why, and it was infuriating, but god did you want his hand back on your cunt.

his hands cupped your breasts over your bra as he nipped at your chest, leaving them there just for a second before he was scooting down your body. your breath picked up, belly rising and falling rapidly as he found his way down it, seemingly biting and sucking at every ribcage until he was completely off the bed. his feet hit the floorboards as he pressed a less than gentle kiss just below your bellybutton, looking up at you through his eyelashes. your eyes were screwed shut, face clenched uncomfortably to not fall apart at the seams.

“look at me.” he barked suddenly, a sudden boom that made you flinch and eyes rapidly open. he smiled against your skin, you could feel his teeth dig into your belly, his tongue poke a dot of saliva down.

“please, can i touch you?“ you reiterated, your voice suddenly as whiney as it had ever been. you bucked your hips up, the cotton of your panties gently bump against his hard chest.

“no. hands to yourself.”

you frowned, pouted out your bottom lip and locked your eyes with his, trying to find peace within the oceans in his eyes. but they were darkened, muddy and clouded with a desire to ruin you.

he bit at your hipbone, keeping his eyes glued to yours, before his lips met the waistband of your cotton underwear. his hands replaced his lips on your hipbones with a bruising grip, keeping you pinned in place with not even a thought of movement. his sharp teeth latched onto the elastic, and you let out a pleading mewl, heels digging into his mattress. slowly, extremely slowly, his hands left your hips as his teeth pulled down your underwear from your body. the cotton slid down your thighs with him until it wrapped around your bent knees, where he just grabbed it and threw it away from you as he stood between your legs. and then you were just wearing a bra underneath him, eyes piercing into you with a need to devour you whole. you were sweating by this point, the salty liquid collecting on your collarbones and forehead.

“jesus fucking christ, (y/n),” he laughed. “thought you hated me, huh? gonna soak my sheets.”

you frowned, whimpering, “m’sorry.”

“oh, don’t worry. you’ll make it up to me.”

he clicked his tongue, shook his head with a quite scary smirk before diving it between your thighs, grabbing a mouthful of your inner thigh and sucked, hard. you mewled, nails digging into your palms with a dedication to follow his instructions. he hooked his palms under your thighs to hold you in place and tug him closer to you, impossible to escape as he inched his way closer to the center of your thighs. but he never got close enough; just kissed, licked and but his way up, down and around where you obviously wanted him most. every time he got close you ran your hips up to try and meet him, but then he retreated back all the way up to your knee. it got to where you winced every time his teeth scraped the soft skin from how irritated it was from his teeth. you were whining, whimpering but not saying anything out of fear that he would stop all together. at one point he got real close to the gummy, wet lips, just to where the color starts to shift, and just lingered there, staring up at you and gripping your sides to keep you from moving. he caught the thick skin between his teeth, and that was about your breaking point. you were aching, swollen clit so neglected it hurt sitting out there in the open.

“fuck, please billy-!” you cried out, stomach lifting up off the bed desperately, chasing anything you could get. “need it so bad, please..”

“quit whining.”

he said that, but that was exactly what he was waiting for. he was planning on taking his time with you, testing your limit with him, intoxicating you until he broke into your head. he was enjoying your dependency. the past week you had been leaving him high and dry by doing nothing. other girls had been wearing shorter skirts, wearing more makeup than they ever had, just to get his attention- and that was all fine and dandy. but you had been wearing the same high waisted, loose jeans and a sweater or a t-shirt that left everything to imagination. and for some reason, just seeing you had dirty thoughts that would make a priest saint running in his head. and he didn’t know why. he just knew it made him fucking furious. he had already hooked up with half of a whole lunch table, and every time, he thought of you. thought of the pretty noises you would make just for him, begging for his touch after neglecting him of yours. but he had to keep acting like you were just another body to him. a very, very good looking body that wouldn’t be able to leave his head, sure, but just a body to use anyways. but when you said that word please, looking like you were about to cry and asked for absolutely anything, he could have sworn he came in his jeans right there.

“please, please, i’ll be good! just want you to touch me.”

he huffed out a snicker. going to be the death of him.

billy decided to spare you. he moved his opposite palm, stuck out his thumb and lightly, ever so lightly, set the firm pad of his thumb on the top of your clit. but you got ahead of yourself, got too excited with the progress of stimulation and rut your core up to rub the slick little bundle of nerves against his thumb more.

“hey,” he snapped, not hesitating to retract his hand all together. “you are gonna take what i give you, when i give you it. stop being fuckin’ greedy.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry!” you pleaded, planting your hips back down and squeezing your eyes shut. “just felt good-“

“thought you were gonna be good, huh?” he mocked, shaking his head as his tongue poked out in his cheek. “couldn’t wait a couple seconds, that fucking pathetic.”

“please, lemme try again- promise, i’ll be good!”

he pointed a finger at you, raising his mean eyebrows warningly. “you move again, i’m not giving you anything.”

“but-“

“s’not my problem, brat,” billy spat. “look at me and watch.”

too scared to be deprived of anything else, you obeyed mindlessly, gulping down a ball of spit that had been collecting in your open mouth as you opened your eyes and met his. you were shaking, thighs tense and unsteady around his face. your abs, arms, every muscle in your body clenched up when billy’s thumb returned against the hardened bud, his other fingers joining it to dig into one lip to spread you open. his knuckle rested in your slick slit, the smooth membrane welcoming him with a nasty, wet sound. you twitched, praying that everything moved except where billy was now rubbing slow circles. he didn’t seem to care about that. you hissed, letting out a loud “ah!” every movement he made felt like a full on sex toy you saw in a magazine every once in a while. it was overwhelming. the simple, slow rhythm consumed you, your jaw hanging open slightly.

“hng- s’good,” you panted. “more, please? please.”

billy rolled his eyes, scoffed at you a bit, but obliged, picking up the pace to a steady jog. his pointer finger began wandering down, sliding in the slickness of your cunt until he found the ring of muscle begging for something to lodge itself in it.

“fuck,” he groaned. he could smell your sweet arousal, how bad you needed him. his eyes snapped up to yours.

you got the memo, nodded eagerly. slowly, curiously, the tip of his pointer finger slid inside you, just enough to worm around and explore. you panted erratically, walls sucking his finger in. he wandered in further, steadily and slowly sliding his finger in you until your entrance halted at his knuckle.

“ah! f-fuck, thank you-“

his eyes left yours, instead raking down your body to find your hole. he swallowed down his breath. you were dripping onto his hand, swollen lips smacking and emitting wet sounds every time he moved his finger around.

“fuck, (y/n),” he groaned breathily, beginning to pump his finger in and out in a small pattern, matching his thumb to the pace. billy had never heard such sweet sounds from such a vulgar practice, in all the times he had fingered a girl at the very spot you were in. whines and gasps and little mewls that threatened to turn into moans.

however, he must have decided that you just weren’t wet enough still.

before you even realized it, his lips had wrapped around your clit, sucking and raking his tongue around and around. his pointer remained at its same pace, but was quickly joined with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching the tight ring. you let out a pathetic moan, the sound he had been anticipating. and you just couldn’t help it, it was all too much, and your own hands shot from above your head to tangling in his hair.

billy grunted into your slit, licking a stripe up from where his fingers spread you apart until he lifted his head up to look at you. very angrily. the creases on his forehead deepened, jaw clenched.

“didn’t i fuckin’ tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” he growled, halting his fingers plunged into you.

you pouted, a full on pout with big doe eyes and a pushed up chin, your eyebrows meeting high up on your face. you nodded slowly, trying to quickly choose your words wisely.

“h-hold them, please?” you strangled out, releasing his hair from your fist and laying them over your stomach. his jaw set as he shook his head with a cocky, sharp simper.

yet, he still wrangled up your wrists in his grip, keeping them pinned at your belly as he dove back into you. the action didn’t seem to phase him all that much. and it didn’t. he was flattered that you needed to hold onto him, but he had to keep the act up. it was getting hard, too. you were fucking adorable with that needy pout, saying please with every sentence. he was also getting very hard. like, painful hard. he was straining against his jeans, thick, hot blood causing a horrible tension.

but you didn’t have any affect over him, obviously.

his tongue continued with its attack, lapping between your folds ferociously, spit and your juices sloppily dripping down his chin and wetting the ghost of hair above his upper lip. his fingers sped up, erratic and merciless. he was chasing something. your eyes, as hard as you tried to keep them open, rolled to the back of your head as they followed the stars and sparks flying around your head. painted pink nails dug into the back of billy’s hand. your moans got louder and louder, frenzied. you almost sounded pained, but it was the complete opposite. it felt so good to be full, you felt full enough that there was a weight in your lower belly, like an endless black hole that kept sucking your senses in.

billy felt your walls tighten around his fingers, making him work harder to keep the pace he wanted. every little sound you made pushed more blood to his hungry cock- he would definitely have to take his underwear off without you seeing the wet patch staining his white briefs. a smile tugged at his lips as they sucked at your clit ruthlessly. you were tensing up so much billy thought you would have exploded. his grip on your wrists loosened up just a tad, enough to wiggle his hand around to grab at one of your palms so you could squeeze it as much as you needed.

but you didn’t have any affect on him.

“billy- billy, m’gonna cum-“ you cried, those words becoming a chant as the weight sank further into your gut. there was a fluttering feeling throughout your body, shockwaves gripping at every nerve and muscle. your mouth hung open wide, your breath getting faster and faster until-

it all disappeared. your vision went white for a while, stars disappearing from your sky as the coil in your stomach slowly uncoiled itself in a very unsatisfying resolution. you felt empty, walls contracting around nothing. his fingers were gone, tongue gone from your slit.

when your vision and partial sanity returned, you came to billy, standing between your legs, sucking off his pointer and middle finger. you were heaving, breathing staggered and noisy like there was a giant cotton ball in your chest. slowly, he removed his fingers from his lips, the same perfect lips that had just been pleasuring you like it was the last thing on earth he would do. his thumb, that same fucking thumb that teased you, wiped your juices off his upper lip and onto a flat tongue.

you felt like you wanted to cry.

“oh, what happened?” billy taunted, hands reaching for his belt and undoing it, making a long show of sliding it out of his jean loops. “did you wanna cum?”

“yes! yes, i did!” you sobbed out, tugging your hands out of his grip grumpily.

“poor baby,” he graveled cruelly, grabbing one of your hands to place a wet kiss on the back of it just to rub it in that your wet arousal was just sucked into his mouth. you sat yourself up, arms crossing loosely over your stomach as you sulked. “you must just hate me.”

you glowered at him, looking to billy like he just took a toy away from a puppy. but your ears perked up when you saw him unbutton his jeans, shove them down his heavy thighs. unsurprisingly, there was a thick, long tent begging to escape from the white fabric doing him no justice. and just as he didn’t want you to see, his pre-cum had left a small splotch of darkened, damp white just where his thick tip was.

your eyes were the size of the moon at it. you stared, rudely abusing the privilege he was giving you. you gulped.

“i wanna- can- can i-“ you stammered, scooting your way closer to the edge of the bed.

“can you what? speak up.”

“can i touch.. it? you?”

he scoffed, laughed maliciously.

“go for it.”

you bit your bottom lip rather roughly. you cautiously reached out, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his tighty whities to pull them down eagerly. his cock sprung out excitedly, stealing your oxygen away in the process. he was big. like, really big and it really wasn’t fair. thicker than it was long, slightly curved up, his big tip tapping his toned stomach. there was already white heading at the small slit in the oversized head, contrasting the angry red that covered his girth. you could see the veins popping out as they ran up his cock, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue up each and every inch. but you yourself were way too desperate. you watched as he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing one of those aluminum squares. he was quick to open it, pull the condom out and stretch it snugly over his cock.

“you scared? think it’s not gonna fit?” he purred, reaching out to card his fingers through your hair to angle your flushed face up to him. you shook your head, offering him a tiny, excited grin. you wrapped a hand around the thick base, immediately coaxing a prolonged groan from his pretty lips. his head tilted back, which encouraged you to slide your hand up and down at a very slow pace- testing your waters. he cursed loudly, grunting your name as he tugged at your scalp lightly.

“you want it, don’t you?”

you nodded rapidly.

“say it.”

you pursed your lips, keeping your pride down in your stomach.

“i want it, billy.”

“ohhh, come on, you can do better than that,” he sarcastically encouraged, tightening a fist in your hair as your own fist stroked his cock at a steady pace. you frowned, shoulders dropping. your face clenched up for a second, releasing all of that stupid old dignity stuff.

“please, billy- i want you to.. fuck me. please,” you whimpered up at him. “need you so bad. you’re so big, need it in me-“

how could he say no to that?

“atta girl,” he grinned. in a swift movement, you returned back to your original position. you laying down on his bed, legs spread and bridged over his thighs, but this time, his thirsty cock pressed in between your folds. billy’s fist pumped himself a couple times, spitting out curses and growls. his cheeks pressed up against his eyes and made them squint up. you felt the smooth head press up against your entrance, slicking itself up in your juices.

“please, please, please,” you chanted quietly, clutching his sheets in your hands and scooting yourself closer to his cock. billy held his breath as he pressed into you, thickness splitting you open with the slightest taste of pain. your mouth went slack, stuck in a soundless moan as you gently writhed, walls swallowing every inch he slowly gave you.

“give it to me, sweet girl, give it to me,” he breathlessly huffed, stuffing you full at a painful speed.

“take it, take it- it’s yours,” you moaned, back arching up. your pelvises finally met eachother when the curly collection of hair surrounding his cock hit your skin. you felt so full, so warm. you both moaned in unison, yours far more whiney than his. he muttered something about taking him so well, being so good, simultaneously rolling his hips expertly to plunge his cock into you.

you cried out at the intrusion, how you stretched tight around him. he didn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately beginning to thrust into your needy cunt at a pace that aimed to please him most. your moans nearly turned into yelps and shouts, babbling curses mixed with his cursed name.

“f-fuck, fuck,” billy stammered, his words coming out as a sick laugh as he watched you suck his cock into your sweet core every time he pulled out to slam back in. it wasn’t a quick pace, just deep and rough and enough to make you reconsider the existence of god. he grabbed at your sides to push you down onto his cock counter to his jackhammers into you. his tongue stuck out and rested against his bottom lip in concentration. you weren’t talking, both in your own worlds with swearing god to hell and moaning the others name. the rest of the space was filled with his heavy balls slapping against you every time his hips struck down into you and the ugly squelching your cunt sounded around him.

“god- billy!” you yelped. “so, so good- feels so good-!”

he sped up with every minute, eventually rising to a bruising pace that would imprint the art of his thick cock onto the walls of your pussy. he was grunting, spit flying from his lips. the veins in his forearms were pulsing as they flexed when he worked you into a rhythm, using your body to stroke his cock over and over again. that coil was there again in your belly, warm and uncomfortable and pressuring you to relieve it.

he slowed down for a minute, just so he could bend over and lay his forehead on your collarbone, lifting up your hips just so he could reach the deepest possible angle he could. he hit the rough, folded patch in your cunt with every stroke and sent a spark straight to the hot fire building up. the sounds you were making were on par to sobbing, now right in billy’s ears. he looked like he was just taking a rest for a second, but you knew that he was staring down between your thighs, watching his cock ruin your hole in ways it had never been ruined before. and you both knew that it wouldn’t be ruined like this by anyone else. his hips rolled into yours, bruising your pelvic bone and you couldn’t help but push against him.

“fuck, just made for me,” billy purred against your collarbone, too distracted by the view to reprimand you for grabbing onto his back, his shoulders, anywhere you could reach with your nails. he was fine with some battle marks, anyways. your moans and whines never ceased, but his quieted down to heavy breaths that fanned over your skin and left goosebumps anywhere it could reach.

“wanna cum, wanna cum so bad. all for you,” you beckoned, a hand tangling in his hair freely. you got away with it, too, he just let you tug at his hair. one particularly hard tug left him moaning himself under his breath; you took a note of that.

billy sucked in an especially hard breath before returning to his brutal pace, thighs slapping against yours and the disgusting sounds returning to his warm room. the thread was getting tighter and tighter, and it was so, so ready to snap. he knew it, he could tell how your pussy fluttered around him and your thighs clenched around his hips. he just sped up, finding a pace that erupted the most sounds from you and then stuck to it. you writhed and jerked below him, clawing at his shoulder and tugging at his curls. sweat was everywhere, in your palms, glistening on his back and streaming down his forehead. the inner fat of your thighs were soaked by now, slippery as his skin slapped against them. your back lifted so far up it hurt, you knew you would be sore.

“gonna make me- fuck, gonna make me cum, (y/n).” he found your shoulder, bit down roughly. he wasn’t lying.

“please, please, need it-“

he lifted you up ever so slightly just to ram himself into your g-spot repeatedly, making you feel like a hundred pounds of feathers were fallen onto your gut. he kept thrusting and thrusting, hard and at the perfect pace. every time his balls smacked against your ass it just added to the weight in your belly, until it just became too much and you couldn’t control it. with a couple more thrusts, you were clenching around him, so tight billy could have sworn you grew some erotic superpower. you went quiet, before the loudest, most delicious moan spewed from your lips. your entire body shook, vibrated, as you continued to cry out. it was long and hard and hit you like billy’s camaro crashed into you at 100 miles per hour. but it was good. so, so good. addictive. you just dissolved into the pleasure, melted into his wetted sheets. it came in unkind waves, each one sending you into a new planet with your eyes rolled back far into your brain. and still, all you saw was billy. he captured a moan in his own mouth as he pressed his lips against yours in a lazy, careless kiss that could barely classify as that. it was just gross and messy, exchanging spit and swears and moans.

your clenching cunt coaxed billy’s own orgasm, a huffy and vicious moan coming out from his lips straight into your ear and made you feel like you came again. he thrusted into you as roughly as he could for a chain of pumps, until he stopped at the deepest point he could, fingers digging into your waist. he filled the condom to the brim, you could feel it weighing in you and it coaxed a sob from you.

“fuck! shit, (y/n)!” he exclaimed deeply, heaving and panting as he started up again, slowly and gently as he rode out his own orgasm. you went limp underneath him, holding onto him with your zero remaining strength. he slowed down to another stop, taking his sweet time pulling out of you, leaving you gaping and ruined.

you both were slowly returning to earth, panting and heaving harshly. your hands slid away from him, legs falling into the mattress as you molded into the mattress. he slid himself off of you, collapsing right next to you on the mattress with a dreamy look on his face.

but soon, both of your faces fell, as you returned back to earth and the oxygen got back to your brains. a dreadful, horrible thought and realization possessed both of you and forced both of your breathing to cease to exist.

what were you getting yourselves into?

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 crossing the line 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: you didn’t plan on your best friend walking in on you, but you’re certainly not going to complain.

requested: no

word count: 3k

warnings: 18+ smut, use of sex toys, assisted masturbation(?), pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, & pretty girl), fluffy aftercare, subspace if you squint

a/n: i finally did it! i wrote an eddie smut i actually like & am super fucking proud of. its hot, it’s kinda heavy, & its eddie fucking munson so what could be better? there’s a potential this could have a part 2, but i don’t know. i kinda like it where it’s at, but i might be pursuaded into writing more of it. whatever i decide, i hope you like this! Xx

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

“Ohhh, d-don’t stop. It feels so good.” you whine, no one to hear you but yourself as you slowly pump the silicone cock in and out of your body.

Although it was a Saturday, everyone in your family had left to do one thing or another, leaving you an empty house and plenty of time for yourself which you were not about to let go to waste. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a good orgasm, not the type to sleep around and hook up with anyone willing to fuck.

It wouldn’t be a problem if you had a boyfriend, but unfortunately you happen to be lacking in that department. Hence why you’re left to get yourself off with toys and your fingers. Not that you’d complain though when your toys get the job done quite spectacularly.

“Shit, baby, right there.” You groan, small gasps leaving your body in between all your little whines and whimpers.

You had realized quite awhile ago that you were not a quiet person when it came to sex. If it was needed you could be, but you would much rather be vocal, somehow feeling more pleasure when you could be.

Another thing you had quickly realized about yourself was that you couldn’t stay still either. If something felt good, or god forbid you had a pleasant thought, you were squirming all over the bed.

Eddie was one of those thoughts that made you squirm, walls clenching as a moan would claw itself from your body.

You couldn’t help it. He may be your best friend, but that doesn’t stop you from finding him attractive with that sly smirk of his and those big, brown eyes that would twinkle with mischief.

On top of that, you swear he’s got a body sculpted by the gods. He doesn’t look it, but he has defined muscle from years of playing guitar and helping Wayne out around the trailer.

The only reason you’re aware of this, though, is because he loves picking you up. That first time you felt his muscles against your back and under your hands, you swear you nearly melted.

Ever since then though, his surprising strength is a frequent visitor of your thoughts, usually late at night when you can feel yourself getting warm as your panties become damp.

Some of your favourite thoughts are of his muscles tensing as he plays with your clit, his fingers sliding in and out of your wet little cunt. That or how his muscles would feel as he holds you tight against his chest as he roughly fucks his cock up into you, kissing your neck as he does.

“Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad.” You practically cry, wishing it was him filling your cunt instead of the silicone dildo.

You can only imagine how good he must feel. Not that you’ve ever talked about your sex lives with each other, but you just feel like he’d know what he’s doing and that he’d do it well.

As the thought crosses your mind you can feel yourself clench against the silicone, your walls getting so tight that it gets difficult to slide the dildo into your heat, feeling each and every one of the fake veins rub against you.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

~.~

As Eddie pulls into your driveway, he’s glad to see that only your car is there to begin with. He loves when the two of you have the house to yourselves, not that you ever do anything that would call for an empty house, but he just feels more relaxed knowing he doesn’t have to try to impress your parents.

Even though the two of you have been friends for years now, he knows how his reputation is received around town and he knows that your parents always keep that in the back of their minds. He’d hate to say or do something that’d make them want him to stay away from you.

You are the best thing in his life, and he’s honestly not sure he could live with you. So he stays on his best behaviour around your parents even now after they’ve known him for about ten years.

Regardless, he’s happy to see that the house will be empty aside from the two of you. He’s been dying to have a movie night with his best friend again, one or both of you often being busy nowadays that you’re seniors in high school. He figures that tonight will probably be the best night for one given that you weren’t assigned much homework for the weekend for once.

Walking into the house, he’s slightly surprised to see that you’re not in the living room. Typically you’d be down here watching tv when the rest of your family is gone.

Pushing the thought aside, however, he starts climbing the stairs to your room, stopping only when he sees your door is mostly closed.

He carefully makes his way to your door, a confused frown on his face, when he hears you gasp and groan from inside, the sounds going straight to his groin as a low fluttering starts in his stomach.

“Shit!” You nearly cry and he can’t stop the heat that crawls up his neck to his cheeks.

You can’t be masturbating, right? His mind is just taking your sounds out of context and filling in the rest, isn’t it?

His curiosity gets the better of him as you continually whine, urging him to push your door open just enough to see what you’re doing.

As soon as he sees you, though, he’s fighting back a groan. There on your bed, you’re all spread out, only wearing a band tee he had gotten you and a small thong - the shirt pushed up over your stomach, bunched just under your breasts as your thong is pulled to the side of your pussy while you pump a pretty pink dildo into you.

Never had he pictured such a lewd sight, but he can’t find the strength to look away as the silicone cock slides in and out of your wet cunt, your fingers circling your clit as your head lolls back.

“Oh my god, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You beg, regardless of the fact that you’re the one controlling your pleasure, and Eddie can only swallow a growl as he watches.

From the doorway, he can only wonder what you’re thinking of as you please yourself. That is if you’re even thinking at all or simply acting on pure pleasure.

He’s spent god knows how many nights thinking about you as he tugs on his cock, trying to picture his hand as your warm cunt, but he can’t imagine you’d feel the same about him. You are best friends, and have been for years. There’s no way you’d feel the same, right?

“Please, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whine, gasping as you sink the dildo all the way into your slick folds and Eddie can feel a shiver run down his spine as his dick twitches in his jeans.

“Please, faster.” He hears you cry and he can’t fight the need to be involved any longer.

He needs to see the pink silicone cock be buried deep into your pussy. He needs to see the way you twitch as it slides against your walls up close. He needs you to know he’s there and is thinking of you too.

Pushing his way into the room, he takes consideration to not be too loud as you haven’t noticed his presence, your eyes having been shut tight the entire time so far. Having closed the door, he starts to carefully make his way to the end of the bed where he can finally see just how wet you are.

Smirking to himself, he takes a deep breath to calm his raging hormones. As much as he wants to rip the silicone from your cunt and replace it with his aching cock, he doesn’t want to jump too far ahead and ruin your friendship. He figures that getting you to cum on your dildo is already crossing the line enough, but he needs to see you come undo for him.

Placing his hand over yours, stopping you from circling your clit, he kneels over you as your head snaps up to find him.

~.~

“Eddie…” you gasp, your pussy clenching even as your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you find him hovering over you.

“Hi, baby.” He replies, voice gruff and you immediately know that the sight of you is driving him crazy which only makes you wetter.

“Can I take over for you? Wanna make you feel good.”

You nod, biting your lip as the two of you hold eye contact, Eddie wanting to make sure that you’re okay with this.

“Please, Eddie.” You beg, and that’s all it takes for him to start pumping the pink cock into you, slowly at first as he watches you squirm and buck your hips toward his hand.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so pretty like this.” He groans and all you can do is whine in response.

“So pretty being fucked open by your little silicone cock, aren’t you?”

“So fucking pretty, but you’ve been wanting my cock, haven’t you baby? Been wanting your best friend to fuck you silly, huh?”

You can’t help but cry at his question, not when he decides to start pumping the dildo into you deeper than you even realized was possible.

“That what you’ve been thinking of, honey? Been thinking of me?”

“Mhm.” You hum, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucks you faster.

“Yeah? You’ve been picturing this pretty little dildo as my cock?”

“Well, baby, I can promise you the real thing feels so - much - better.” He teases, voice low as he punctuates each word with a thrust of the dildo as he slows his pace, fucking you nice and deep to the point you feel the head of the silicone cock bruising the inside of your stomach.

“Fuck!” You cry on a particularly hard thrust, grabbing for Eddie’s hand to stop the abuse.

“That hurting you, honey? I’m sorry.” He coos, kissing your navel as he shallows the thrusts, moving to a languid pace as he simply watches you.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Never thought I’d get to see you like this, sweetheart.”

“Never thought I’d be fucking a dildo into your pretty folds as you cry for me.” He continues, using his free hand to wipe the tears that fall from your eyes at the sheer pleasure.

“You getting close to cumming, honey? Your pussy feels tighter than it was.”

“You need me to help you over the ledge?”

You nod, whining as you buck your hips, earning a soft chuckle from the curly haired Adonis that is your best friend.

“Please, Eddie. Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Alright, baby. Relax. I’ve gotcha.” He smiles, keeping up the slow, languid pace but bringing his free hand down to your clit.

“Oh! Oh, Eddie….” You whine, bucking your hips as he bites back a smirk.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Bet it feels real good, huh?”

“Mhm. So good.”

“Good, baby. Cum for me when you’re ready, okay? No holding back.”

You whine, nodding your understanding as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and warmer at his ministrations.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Wanna see my pretty girl as she cums.” Eddie commands, and you groan as you lift your head to watch him, feeling that knot tighten even more as you do.

With a whine you're dropping your head back as you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the dildo as you get that much closer to your orgasm.

“Look at me, honey. Wanna see you.” Eddie reminds, and as soon as you make eye contact with him you feel yourself let go, cries and whimpers leaving your lips as you cum around the silicone cock.

“That’s it. So pretty, sweetheart. So fucking pretty cumming for me.” Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench wildly around the toy.

He waits until you’ve come down from the high, your body relaxing, before he pulls the silicone cock from your cunt, dragging his fingers through your release as it dribbles out.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, wanting to taste you, groaning as your slick hits his tongue.

“Do I taste good, Eddie?” You question, smiling down at the curly-haired brunette as he cleans his fingers well after your release is gone from them.

“Heavenly.” He smirks, bringing himself up to lay on top of you, his body slotted between your still open legs.

“Thank you.” You murmur, softly bucking up into his stomach as a lone aftershock of your orgasm rips through you.

“Of course, honey.” He smiles, knowing you’re thanking him for more than just his compliment on your taste.

You nod, eyes drifting closed as you hum and play with his mop of hair, his head resting on your stomach.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up, huh? Then we can cuddle and listen to music or something.” He offers and you tiredly nod.

With a kiss to your stomach and a smile, he pushes himself up to go grab a warm cloth from the bathroom so he can clean your puffy, abused folds.

You whine as he touches your over-sensitive cunt, even with the lightest pressure he could muster.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it hurts, but we gotta get you clean.” He murmurs, pausing to give you a moment of reprieve as he pushes some sweaty hair out of your face.

“Still so pretty. You know that?”

“Mm-mm” you hum, shaking your head with furrowed brows as he finishes cleaning your sensitive lips and inner thighs.

“Mhm. You’re so pretty, y/n. Drives me crazy.”

“Not as pretty as you, Eds.”

“Ohh. You think I’m pretty, huh?” He questions as he goes through your dresser drawers to find you a clean pair of underwear.

“So pretty. Got the prettiest eyes and smile, Eds. Such pretty hair, too, you know?”

He shakes his head at your mumbling as he blushes, not believing you but appreciating the words nonetheless.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” You pout, watching him as he pulls a pair of pink, frilly undies from your dresser.

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He challenges as he makes his way back to the bed.

“You didn’t have to. I can tell when you don’t believe me, Eddie.” You huff, still tired from your orgasm but slowly feeling less achy.

“You didn’t believe me either, sweetheart.” He reminds, looking to you to make sure it’s okay if he changes your underwear.

He doesn’t find any alarm or hesitation in your eyes as he looks for an answer, so he carefully pulls the sides of your thong over your hips and down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him as he tosses the skimpy material towards your hamper.

“What if we agree that we’re both pretty?” You offer, having been quiet as he removed your thong.

“I can do that.” He smiles, pulling your clean undies up your legs, lifting your hips with ease as he gets there.

You can’t help but squeal as he lifts your bottom half with ease, still not used to him being able to handle you so easily.

“What? Did I surprise you?”

“Mhm. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being able to lift me.”

“No?” He questions, patting your butt as he finishes getting your panties on, moving to lay beside you on the bed.

“Mm-mm.” You hum, sighing as you turn onto your side, hugging a pillow to your chest as you rest your head on it, eyes still heavy with tiredness.

You feel Eddie shift on the bed behind you, the bed dipping at your hip as he moves closer to you. His arm comes up around your waist as he pulls you back against his chest which is when you feel his erection against your ass.

Sighing, you shift your hips back to grind against him, drawing a grunt from him as the arm over your waist moves so he can grip your hip.

“D-don’t tease me, y/n.” He warns.

“M’not. Just don’t want you to go soft.”

“I won’t be. Not after all that.” He chuckles, absentmindedly bucking into your ass as he recalls how hot you looked all filled up with a silicone cock.

“Good. I wanna get my energy back before anything else.”

He nearly whimpers at your words, swallowing a groan as he tries to figure out what you’re saying. You can’t possibly be hinting at taking care of him, right?

“Was it not clear that I like you, Eds? I’m not going to leave you with a hard on after what you did for me.”

“Especially after you said it was better than my toy.” You smirk, hearing him choke on another groan as he bucks into your ass, your cunt already getting wet again.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me, I swear.“

“Better not. Do you know how long I’ve liked you, eds?”

“Is it anywhere as long as I’ve liked you?”

“I bet it’s longer. I think I’ve liked you since we first met, munson.”

“Then I’ve definitely got you beat, sweetheart. I’ve liked you since I first saw you, which was way before we first met.” He replies and you can hear the smile in his voice as he leans down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mm, I like these nicknames, eds.”

“Yeah? You like being called sweetheart? What about baby? And honey?”

“I like them all, eddie. Think ‘my pretty girl’ is my favourite, though.”

“Yeah? You are my pretty girl, so it’s a good thing you like it.” He smiles, leaning over you which makes you turn your head to look at him, wondering what he’s doing.

When he kisses your lips though, that’s all you need to know as you turn soft under his touch. He’s got you - and your heart - in a chokehold, but you couldn’t care less.

He’s kissing you after getting you to cum all over a dildo for him. You’re more than happy to be his however he wants you.

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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Obey Your Master

🧸 listen up, sluts for EDDIE MUNSON the little brat is back again and i’m about to make it everybody’s problem 😘

🧸 priest’s daughter x eddie munson [this is smut, minor’s dni] (psa: i didn’t do this myself, @myobmaya helped me. ily babygirl 💋)

🧸 these shorter imagines are so much easier to write than what i used to do. [not proofread]

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eddie tugs your head back, a firm grip on your hair, his fingers laced between the strands. “what did you just say to me?”

“harder,” you whine, grinding down against his hips for some much needed relief. “please eddie, harder.”

he grunts in reply, removing his hand from between your aching thighs. he pulls your hair to expose your neck, pressing one quick kiss just below your ear before wrapping his fingers around it, enough to elicit a strained moan from your throat.

“you know that’s not my name, sweetheart.”

“oh my god, please, daddy. fuck me harder!” you accidentally shout, earning yourself a harsh slap on the ass.

“don’t speak to me with that bitch attitude if you want me to fuck you harder, princess” he whispers in your ear, soft lips ghosting the skin of your neck, licking, sucking and kissing as he waits for a reply, voice laced with delicious venom.

the strained moan that leaves your lips makes his hard cock twitch inside you, eddie waiting for the right moment to start moving again. he pulls out, roughly flipping you onto your hands and knees, one of his hands still snug around your throat.

“want your god to fuck you harder, hm? precious little slut like you parading around the church in your pretty little pink dress and now you’re getting fucked in the confession room by the freak? so sinful, i love it baby.”

you whine again, biting down on your lip to muffle your sounds as he slams his cock back into you.

“oh—oh fuck, thank you God, th- thank you!”

“that’s right, sweetheart” he smirks. “want you to worship me, little doll. i’m your god now.”

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hearts4court · 5 months

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YALL. Send in some Billy requests. Smut or fluff idc. i wanna write for him but have no ideas.

BILLY 🔛🔝(of me.)

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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steve accidentally spills a drink over his cute soft shy little angel gf’s shirt and has flashbacks of tina’s halloween party where he spilled punch on nancy and she subsequently broke his heart— so he panics. but his precious girl only giggles until she notices how panicked her stevie really is and she’s all understanding and reassuring and gives him a bunch of smooches and tells him she loves him so so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

this is so not proofread but this prompt is so cute.

youre at a party and its loud and obnoxious. not something you’d usually go to. hes fumbling with both of your drinks and youre reaching out to him to help him but hes already had one beer and hes a little tipsy. he subsequently spills both drinks all over both of you. he doesnt really remember why this is so scary to him because his head is a little foggy. he just remembers the sinking feeling thats associated with it.

and you think its hilarious, your shirt is stained red and hes frantically apologizing and trying to fix it. he doesnt notice your giggles because hes so worried about losing you right now. if he was completely sober right now, it would only be a little scare at first, and then immediately calming back down. but hes acting on impulse at this point and hes so scared youre going to hurt him. your smile drops when you see how frantic he is.

“stevie, stevie, hey. hey, look at me. look at me, baby. whats wrong?”

and he finally does meet your eyes and immediately tears up.

“m’sorry, didnt mean to.” hes frantically wiping his tears away while he stands in front of you. its at this point that you recall what nancy had told him a few years ago. “m’sorry”

You lean forward to give him a sweet kiss on both of his cheeks, which calms him down. You decide it would be best if you got him out now, starting to lead him back to the car. Whispering “m not mad at you stevie. youre okay.”You end up helping him into the back seat, so you can be closer to him for a moment before you drive home.

“Look at me, no big deal, okay? It’s just a shirt honey, you didn’t mean to. Here, watch.” You pick up one of Steves old sweatshirts that he keeps for when you’re cold off the seat behind you. Quickly removing your shirt and becoming slightly more worried when his eyes don’t flicker down once. You pull the sweater on swiftly and look back at him. “See, all better! I like this shirt more anyways.”

He giggles a little bit, which you mirror back at him before noticing his own stained shirt. You reach behind the seats into his old Hawkins High Basketball bag, pulling out the old sweatshirt that was a little short on him now.

“Here, put this on.” You turn away while he takes off the white t shirt he had been wearing and replaces it with the soft fabric.

You’re brought back by his arms around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck. Feeling perfect now.

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rinsaint · 2 years

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AGED UP MIKE WHOS IN COLLAGE W READER !!!

mike with a pretty little bimbo cheerleader bsf!!!!!! He’s so so obsessed with you it drives him crazy. He would think that you’re like the other cheerleaders, mean n sassy but god you are so different. So so sweet for your own good. It didn’t take long for him to develop feelings for you, but you, being the person you are, failed to notice it. Mike just wished you notice the way you do things. Especially the way you push your elbows together, making your breasts pop up when you talk about something. And mike knows that you don’t mean to do it on purpose, your pretty little dumb head just doesn’t notice. He sees the way you bend down to pick something up in class, the skirt that you’re wearing rises ever so little and it has mike clenching his jaw. And without a fail, you always catch him staring when you turn around and all you do is just give him a little wave. God were you so fucking dumb. So easy. He’s surprised on how you made it to college. One night when you’re staying at his dorm, you were wearing just his shirt and fuck he gets so hard when he gets a glimpse at the imprint of your pussy. He has to excuse himself and go to the bathroom to deal with his little problem.

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prxttysin · 2 years

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Now it’s time for some Robin stuff🤭

Okay let me start off with saying. Robin is more of a pleasure dom, she wants to make you cum as many times as you can give. she loves seeing your face in the state of pure bliss, and she 100% enjoys praising you when your pussy is gripping around her fingers like a fucking vice. “Your so fucking pretty like this sweetheart..”. She fucking loves watching every face and movement you make when she’s going down on you, while her tongue and fingers work on your cunt she can’t seem to tear her eyes away from you, Admiring every inch of skin on your body, every labored breath you take, how your back arches when her fingers curl into that spongy spot inside of you that makes your mind fuzzy. She just wants to spend hours between your legs just to see you like this. ‘n when your fingers thread through her hair and tug at it, it has her moaning against your cunt eyes fluttering at the taste of you. And the way you moan her name.. god it has her so weak. Also may I say that Robin has such a praise kink,especially when you tell her how good she makes you feel “Fuck Robin, that feels ‘s good.” It makes her so fucking hungry, hungry to pull as many orgasms she can from your pretty body. Desperate to make you feel good. Robin is very very vocal, she can’t help her moans when her mouth is devouring your cunt. She is also a little messy when eating you out, Sloppy wet kisses along your cunt and inner thighs, spitting on your pussy before diving back in. But before everything, Robin likes to take her time with your body, kissing down your body with extra care, eyes full with love and admiration for what she calls ‘the goddess above her’’. She is definitely, undoubtedly into body worship. She will sit there after helping you get out of your clothes and kiss up your leg mumbling between kisses “your so fucking perfect sweetheart. Just look at you- fuck.” as her pretty blue eyes admire you from her spot on her knees. God is that a sight to see.

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lustrousgh0st · 2 years

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Back of his van

~🖤🔞🖤~ Eddie Munson x reader

~{car sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum eating, teasing, afab reader!}~

I swore I’d never write for irl characters because I thought it was embarrassing but man this guy has infested my brain with worms and I’ve gotta satisfy them or they’ll take over my body.

‼️Minors dni! NSFW under the cut‼️

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Thinking about driving with Eddie Munson. You’re going to a concert, your first one together, Black sabbath is playing through his vans stereo and he’s tapping his hands against the wheel to the beat. He looks gorgeous in the setting sunlight and you can’t help but slide your hand over his thigh. He tenses at your touch, eyes not leaving the road but a small smile pulls at his lips

“what cha doing sweetheart?”

He hums as he flicks the indicator right. You smirk and squeeze the fat of his leg before rubbing small circles “Hmm nothing” you innocently say and Eddie chuckles “oh yeah? Doesn’t feel like nothing”. Your hand slips closer to the inside of his thigh, running lines over the junction of his thigh and crotch, you watch his jaw clench and he whispered a curse under his breath when you slightly brush his cock

“you’re so easy to rile up Munson”

you tease. You could see the lump of his hardening cock pushing against the tight fabric of his jeans “it’s your fucking fault” he swallowed hard “fuck…stop we’ll crash” he laughed, pushing your hand from him and back to your own lap. You faked a pout and flashed him your most innocent eyelash flutter “you little brat, cut that out” Eddie shuck his head as he pulled up to a red light, shifting in his seat to pull his pants looser around the crotch, releasing the tension that was strangling his dick. “Hey” you called and when he turned to face you you quickly lifted your shirt and flashed him your braless tits, squishing them together and smiling

“holly fucking shit”

he gawped, eyes not leaving your chest. His brows twisted together and he bit the inside of his lip, leg bouncing as he held himself back “Eddie” you called to him when you noticed the light turn green but he didn’t seem to hear, it was only when the car behind honked that he snapped back and put his foot down fast. “shit” he said through gritted teeth as he sped off

“you’re dangerous for me ya know? gonna get me in fucking trouble one day”

Eddie laughed pulling off down a dark lane. The lights of the main road began disappearing in the mirror and your heart thumped hard. The van came to a hard stop as Eddie pulled up onto the curb, becoming over shadowed by large trees, just the lights inside shon on you both and Metallica played in the background.

“So, what were you doing sweetheart?”

Eddie hummed as he leaned back into his seat, you cocked a brow in faux confusion “hm I believe I said I was doing nothing” the smirk that spread on your lips had his tongue pushing against his cheek because he knew exactly what you were up to “oh? My mistake” the engine started up again and he began pulling away.

“Wait wait” you giggled and he slowly pulled to a stop once again, turning to flash you an expecting look “you’re so cute Munson” you bit your lip and stroked his arm “are you flattering me y/n?” He took your chin between his thumb and finger, tilting you to look him in the eyes.

“You know it works on me”

he added “oh I know” you smiled before excitedly climbing over into the back of the van and bouncing down onto the makeshift bed you’d both made in there for…obvious reasons. Eddie followed suit with a chuckle “it’s gonna be your fault if we miss the first act” he said as he seated himself between your legs and pinned your hands above your head.

The sound of a car driving past had your heart thumping “you’re free to get a move on instead” you teased, grinding down against him and seeing his face twist in pleasure when you brushed over his cock. Eddie lent down to place a long hot kiss against the vein of your neck

“oh sweetheart…you know I won’t do that”

he practically purred in your ear making your hair stand on end all over your body.��Before you know it the windows are steaming up and your clothes have been strewn about over the van, Eddies hand is rubbing barely there circles over your clit and the other is playing with your breast. His chest is heaving from holding himself back, enjoying his time winding you up, getting you soaked for him “Ed” you moan when he circles your hole, fingers just brushing past the entrance giving you a tease of the feeling you want. “Please Eddie” you lean up to try kiss him but he pulls back just as your lips scrape his

“uh uh princess, you’re gonna tease me like that-”

he trails off as he lifts his fingers from your heat and brings them to his mouth, slick coating the tips and he smiles when he sees it “I’m gonna take my sweeeet time with you” he continued, licking his fingers of your mess with the most shit eating grin you’ve seen. Fuck that was hot, it had you clenching hard around nothing

“hm better not take too long munson…we’ll miss the first act”

you mocked him “awh that’s a shame isn’t it pretty?-“ Eddie said with a lecherous tone as he rubbed the weeping head of his cock between your folds. Your head rolled back when you felt him sliding back and forth over you

“if only you weren’t being such a needy little nymphomaniac but you just had to go flashing me those sweet little tits of yours while I drive…and you know me sweetheart, I just can’t resist you”

He berated all while teasing your pussy, slipping just a little past your entrance only to pull back out again and circling the head over your clit. He knew exactly how to get under your skin and this sure was working “Hmm Eddie” you eked out with frustration, grinding down on him in the hopes of slipping inside. “Naww you’re so impatient sweetheart, acting like you weren’t fucked just last night!” He cooed sweetly as he stroked your cheek “hey, look at me” Eddie pulled your gaze to his and held you there.

He licked his bottom lip as you kept your eyes locked with his, soft brown glinting back at you through thick lashes and he watched intently when your eyes widened and lips parted when he finally pushed his cock past your threshold. Your lips mouthed the word fuck but nothing came out your throat, vocal cords strangled with the pleasure that wrapped your body.

Eddie breathed out heavy through pursed lips, his hair tickled your face as he hung his head while he took in the sensation of your walls drowning his cock. “Oh my god” you sighed in a whisper, hands wrapping around his shoulders. He twitched inside you before giving a slow heavy roll of his hips, finally giving you both the friction you so desperately desired

“fuuuuck, ada girl”

he praised before he set a deep, slow pace. The scratches you were dragging down his back joined the healing ones from this week, making a telling collage on his pale back of your times together. You slipped your hand between your body’s down to your clit where you stroked the highly sensitive nub, your insides clenching with every throb “Jesus Christ” Eddie breathed slowing his hips. He chuckled through his nose as he came to a complete stop “just..gimme a sec” he whispered, eyebrows pinched in concentration. You smirked when you realised

“awh baby, close already?”

You teased and laughed “shut up” he shifted so his back was straight and your legs lay spread atop his thighs. He picked up the pace again, rocking your hips with a firm grip on your waist, his cock reaching deeper in this position, a direct hit to your inner spot with every thrust. You felt your end coming fast, every time his velvety head stroked inside you your walls throbbed

“f-fuck Ed..Eddie, so good”

you closed your eyes, feeling it coming. Eddie pulled your face to look at him “look at me” he demanded, it was hard, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you felt the first tingles spreading over your legs and stomach. He watched your face contort in pleasure, lips open wide in an o shape and eyebrows tangled tightly, it was a vision he’d burn into his mind for life. Your features tangled in ecstasy from his cock, christ he’ll never let himself forget it.

You cursed loud when your orgasm hit, waving across your body like a heat and making your legs shake when his movements didn’t stop “good girl” Eddie purred. He didn’t last much longer himself, pulling out fast and fisting himself above you, thick cum landing across your body as he choked out strained whimpers. The last of it leaked from his slit and down his silver adorned fingers, dripping just above your pussy.

You smeared some with your finger tips as Eddie watched, your eyes meeting when you brought your finger tips to your lips and cleaned them up. He swallowed hard as you did so, biting his lip and smirking

“you’re gonna be the fucking death of me I swear to god”

he said in disbelief and you winked at him cheekily. You felt on top the world, eddies reaction to your teasing filling your ego to the brim, the reactions you could get out of this man made you feel so powerful. “We’ve definitely missed the first act” he laughed as he reached for a pack of wet wipes you kept in the back.

#eddie the freak munson #eddie munson is hot #eddie munson x reader #st fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #minors dni #eddie munson smut #fanfic writing #eddie stranger things #eddie munson is straight #st s4 #st smut #smut blog

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lightvixxen · 8 months

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stress relief

So my amazing friend ceebs or @maladaptive-day-dreams convinced me to write a st x cm crossover and well...Hopper/Reader/Hotch was born.

SUMMARY: Hopper and Hotch are working late when they decide to have some fun with the shoplifter that got dragged into the station earlier that day

WC:3134

WARNINGS: spit roasting, degrading, MMF threesome, reader's age is not confirmed but she IS 18+, spoiled brat! reader, rich!reader, modern!st, choking, name-calling, basic cm shit. not proofread

The BAU was called into a small town of indiana, Hawkins to be exact, the run of the mill serial killer who had a knack for kidnapping. The team could already tell this was going to be a hard case, seeing as the killer didn’t seem to have a type.

“How long does he keep them?” Emily pipes up, the file was already hard to Figure out since there was apparently no specific time frame the killer stuck to.

“As of now that is undetermined…the local police there doesn’t have a single lead despite how small the town is.” Hotch told her, “Which is the exact reason we’ve been called in. They’ve been dealing with most likely the same killer for years so they thought a fresh pair of eyes would be good.”

“So they have basically nothing?” The team asks at the same time, and Hotch nods.

“It’s definitely not ideal but we have delt with worse…” Hotch’s statement was met with a chorus of agreement, they have delt with worse evidence before.

Once the jet landed the team immediately went to the Hawkins police department, not wanting to waste another second not solving this case. Walking into the department they were almost immediately met with a bustling space of police officers. As they stood there looking around trying to find anyone that could help them, they hear a deep voice from behind them.

“You guys the BAU?” the voice asks, as they turn around they’re met with a broad man with facial hair, he was a little chubby but they could tell he was at least a little fit.

“Yes we are, I’m Unit Cheif Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Morgan, JJ, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.” Hotch introduces each of them, pointing to the respective person.

“I’m Jim Hopper, chief of police.” They do the routine of shaking hands before Hopper shows them where they can set up.

“So what do you know about the killer we’re working with?” Hotch asks, hoping that getting information out of the file they were giving would somehow help them.

Hopper scratches his head “Only that he’s one sick son of a bitch, while the time he keeps his victims are undetermined…we never find them, its like they just vanish into thin air.” Hotch nods, “okay, yeah, that’s actually helpful.” Hopper nods, before leaving them to work.

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It had Only been a week and the team and the entire police department were stressed out of their minds. Still no new leads, suspects, nothing, It was as if the Killer was a ghost or something. It was 2pm when they dragged in a screaming girl, saying something about how her father will bail her out. They dragged her back into a holding cell about 20 minutes later as they weren’t getting an answer from anyone they called.

Hotch walked out to where Hopper was standing with his arms crossed, looking over some officers desk and at his computer.

“Don’t forget this is her third time-” Hopper looked over to Hotch with a questioning look.

“Who was that? A suspect or-”

Hopper laughed at his question, “God no, that was y/n l/n, she has some sticky fingers and has gotten caught shoplifting about three times now…we call her our resident spoiled brat. She comes from a rich family that resides here in Hawkins.”

Hotch’s eyebrows raised at hearing that you came from a rich family.

“If she’s rich why does she feel the need to shoplift?”

“Daddy doesn’t give her attention, never has, i’ve caught her flirting with multiple of my officers before aswell.”

Hotch nods “The typical daddy issues story…of course.”

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It was late, Hotch was at one of the open desks, he needed to get out of the confined office space that was the conference room they were set up in before he went crazy.

He looked over at the clock that told him it was about 1:15. He sighed, looking over to where Hopper was.

“Did anyone ever come and get that one girl that got brought in earlier?”

Hopper looked up from the file he was focused on and shook his head.

“Nope, we called her daddy probably 5 times and he didn’t pick up, my guess is he’s tired of bailing his troublemaker daughter out.” Hotch laughed at that, usually in rich families that is the case, especially if its already known she’s trouble.

“You’d think he’d be trying to cover up her arrest by now”

“Oh he did the first two times…but this time she got caught at a busy hour with hundreds of people watching and word travels fast in a town like this.”

Hotch laughs and nods once again, going back to the file infront of him. Another hour went by before Hopper got up grabbing Aarons attention.

“I’m gonna check on our spoiled prisoner? Wanna come? Stretch your legs a little…actually fix your posture?” Hopper asks him and Aaron agrees, getting up and following the other man into the holding cell area.

You were sat on the bed that they placed in the cell, leaning against the wall and facing the bars, you had no idea what time it was but the lack of guards told you that it was late. You perked up and the sound of a door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching, you had hoped it was Hopper or one of the officers coming with your father.

While the man that accompanied Hopper wasn’t your father you definitely weren’t disappointed. He was tall and broad, dark hair resting ontop of his head and a suit telling that wasn’t a cop, he was fucking hot, he practically oozed dominance, just like Hopper did, telling you he was in a positon of power.

“Ooo who’s this?” you ask, getting up from your spot and walking up to the bars and leaning against them, hoping to get a better look of the mystery man. “You are definitely not a cop..”

Hotch looks down at you, and heat travels straight to your core at the realization that even from behind the bars he still has to look down to see you.

“Your right, i’m a FBI agent.” God even his voice was sexy, you bit your lip staring at him, before you turned your attention to Hopper.

“Why are you guys here? Did daddy finally pick up?” you ask the two men, only to be met with a head shake.

“You might be stuck here for a little while if your waiting for your daddy to bail you out.” Hopper told you and you groaned.

“Then why the fuck are you here?”

“Just to check on you, the routine.”

You leaned against the bars once again, bored out of your mind.

“Can’t you just…let me go? I mean you already know the bail and fine will be paid…”

Hopper sighed, “You know damn well I can’t do that, its a good way to lose my job.”

You pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes,

“Pleasee Hop…I promise to be on best behavior when I get out, I won’t tell anyone, pink promise!”

“No is the final answer sweetheart, Those puppy eyes have no effect on me and you know that. Also how many times have I told you not to call me that.

While you were talking to Hopper Aaron finally got a good look at you, you were wearing a short white crop top that read ‘angel’ across your boobs, paired with an equally short pink skirt, if you could even call it that, it only came up to the tops of your thighs.

“Can you at least let me out for a little bit? I’m bored out of my mind in here.” Aaron looked at Hopper, expecting him to say no and just leave it at that, instead he fished the cells keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell.

“Turn around.” he told you in a stern voice

“Seriously you know I won’t-”

“He said turn around, your lucky we’re even letting you leave this cell at all.” Hotch snapped at you, using the same tone Hopper had. You rolled your eyes before turning around and placing your hands behind your back.

You felt warm hands before the cold metal of the handcuffs, you guessed it was Hopper because of how rough he was with your arms.

“Ow! Too tight!” you whined when he tightened them, your back automatically straightening at the pressure on your wrists.

“They’re not and you know it, stop being fucking dramatic.” you heard Hoppers gruff voice from behind you before he escorted you out to the office area of the police department.

“Sit” He told you, pushing you into the chair next to his desk, you did what you were told, just glad you were out of the dingy cell. Looking around the station you were able to stare at the FBI agent, noticing the obvious stress on both of their faces.

“Hey FBI agenttt” you called out to him in a singsongy voice, grabbing his attention, once you were sure you had his attention you asked his name, since neither him or Hopper had mentioned it.

“My name is Aaron Hotchner.” He told you with the most monotone voice you have probably heard come from anyones mouth. You smiled at him, before looking at Hopper.

“Why can’t you be that nice to me? He actually gave me a clear answer without calling me a name…” you pouted and Hopper looked at you before looking towards Aaron, “Because he doesn’t know how much of a spoiled brat you can be.”

“But I think I’m starting to learn.” Aaron chimed in, you gasped, looking at both men infront of you,

“I’m not a spoiled brat!” you huffed, and the two men looked at eachother and Hopper laughed,

“Thats something only a brat would say!” Hopper told you, and Hotch agreed with him.

“I would cross my arms if I could right now I hope you know that.”

“We know sweetheart, we know.” is all Hopper said before getting back to work, Hotch joining him and returning to the file he had been going over and over for hours already.

Only a few minutes had passed before you spoke up.

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can get me out of here without my dad?! Seriously I’ll do anything! Please! Just name what you want!” you begged, tearing the mens attention away from their work, Hopper glared at you.

“What part of no do you not understand? Were you never told it growing up?”

“No” You giggled, “I got everything I asked for so I wouldn’t bother my daddy” you smirked at the dumbfounded faces on the two men.

“Oh don’t act like your surprised my family is rich, we could afford the things I wanted!”

“No fucking wonder your so spoiled, you got everything you wanted just by being annoying.” Hopper grumbled, and you just beamed.

“And I’m very good at being annoying” You smirked again “So you should just let me go now, i’ll talk to my father when I get home and he can pay-”

Aaron got up and walked to where you were sitting, grabbing a handful of your hair.

“Or maybe we should just duct tape your mouth shut, that way you can’t bother us…or better yet…” He trailed off looking at Hopper, “We could use her as some…stress relief”

Hopper smirked at his suggestion, “I think thats an amazing idea actually” You felt heat pool in your belly immediately and the hungry gazes that the two men gave you, “She’d probably enjoy it too, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Hopper got up to stand next to Hotch, his hand grabbing your chin. You nodded quickly, if you weren’t going to be let out tonight this was the next best outcome, at least you wouldn’t be bored anymore.

“Words pretty girl.” Hotch spoke up, letting go of your hair.

“Yes, fuck yes, please” You once again begged.

“You sound so much better when your begging” Hopper told you before yanking you out of your seat, forcing you onto your stomach over his desk.

“Lets see…which end do you want first, Hotch? Mouth or pussy?” Hopper asked standing next to your figure.

“I’ll take her mouth first, you’ve known the little slut longer, you deserve her cunt.”

Hopper smirked wildly before taking his place behind you, flipping your skirt up he tuts when he sees the damp patch in your panties, “God you really are a slut, your already wet, love the idea of two men old enough to be your father using you?” You nod and he slaps your ass harshly, obviously expecting a verbal response.

“Yes!” You don’t know you manage to even form a verbal response when Hotch is infront of you undoing his belt, his hands are so big they practically cover the entirety of the buckle and it has you fucking drooling. He’s only half hard and yet you can tell that he’s big. You already knew Hopper was big the few times he had to pin you against a wall just to put handcuffs on you.

You already knew you most likely wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of talking after this…

Hotch taps your cheek with a mumbled ‘open”, you opened your mouth welcoming his half hard cock into your mouth, while Hopper ran his fingers through your wet cunt, he eventually sinks one finger into your waiting hole causing you to moan around Aarons cock, which caused the other man to groan. He tangled his fingers in your hair, beginning to fuck your face.

Hopper added another finger into your hole, slowing finger fucking you, your muffled moans turned into slight gagging as Hopper hit your g-spot with his fingers at the same time Hotch forced his cock to the back of your throat.

“You can take it.” Hopper told you before removing his fingers from your cunt, wiping his fingers against the skin of your thigh. Causing you to whine at the feeling.

“Oh be fucking quiet, your lucky we’re even using you right now.” Hotch spoke up from above you, hearing Hoppers belt hit the floor and his pant being unzipped sent another flood of arousal through you. Wiggling your hips you couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock.

Hopper pushed his cock into you and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, between Hotch’s cock and his you felt so fucking full, you really wished you weren’t handcuffed so you had something to hold onto.

You practically shrieked around Aarons cock when Hopper bottomed out, almost immediately pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your cunt before pushing all the way in.

The two men smiled wickidely as they heard you splutter around Aarons cock when they timed their thrusts together.

“Fuuck Her mouth is fucking amazing…” Hotch mumbled, watching as his cock dissappeared into your mouth over and over again, “I’m not gonna last much longer…” He groaned as he felt your tongue run over a vein that was on the underside of his dick.

“Shit me neither, her cunt is so fucking tight she’s practically sucking me in…” Hoppers hands were digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises that would last for weeks.

The two men shared a look before they both pulled out of you, much to your distaste, you whined, almost begging for them to return to where they were.

“No no, please, I was getting so close.” you tolf them, but the two men just laughed.

“Too fucking bad, your just here to be a toy for us, you probably won’t be cumming tonight.” Hopper told you, settling infront of you and grabbing your hair, just like Aaron did. While the other grabs your hips lining himself up with your hole.

“Now get to work” Hopper spat at you, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair to line his cock up with your mouth. Aaron sunk his cock into you before you had a chance to welcome Hoppers cock into your mouth, a gruttal moan ripped through your throat before Hopper shoved his cock into it, hitting the back of your throat immediately. You got to work sucking Hoppers cock with the same enthusiasm that you did with Aarons.

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum baby, want me to come in your mouth?” You tried you best to nod, looking up at the olderman infront of you.

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.” It didn’t take long before Hoppers hips started thrusting into your face, forcing you to deep throat him and then still as he came down your throat. You took his cum as best you could, reveling in the salty taste.

“God you really are a fucking whore.” He mumbled, pulling out of your mouth, “Now be a good girl and swallow.” And you did, you might’ve choked a little bit because as you did Aaron had decided that was a perfect time to move one of his hands down to rub your clit.

Now that your mouth was free your moans fell freely from your throat, you couldn’t hold them back if you even tried. Hotch was bullying your cunt with each snap of his hips, his fingers making work on your clit, he had you hurtiling to the edge faster that anyone had.

“Fuck, fuck, so good.” you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Fuck, choke me please.” you pleaded with the man behind you, the though of his hand wrapping around your throat too good to pass up.

“Oh she likes being choked does she?” the two men laughed at hoppers statement, the hand that was on your hip came up to wrap around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You were so fucking close to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum! Please, please don’t stop!” you practically screamed out, Hotch grunted behind you, you took that as a confirmation that he wouldn’t. After a few more thrusts of his hips your body was convulsing, and a cry fell from your lips as you came, not even a minute Hotch followed, he buried himself deep into your cunt as he came.

You were both out of breath as he pulled out, sweat dotting everyones foreheads and you laid limply across Hoppers desk, effectively fucked out. You felt one of the men undo your cuffs, Hopper picked you up gently.

“Lets go get you cleaned up.” He walked with you towards the bathroom, Hotch following close behind and you smiled, cuddling into the older mans chest.

“But do not think this night is over…we’re both extremely pent up.”

#aaronhotchner #Jim hopper #crossover #crossover fic #modern!Jim hopper #Jim hopper x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #smut #st smut #cm smut #aaron hotchner x spoiled brat!reader #jim hopper x spoiled brat!reader #jim hopper x reader x aaron hotchner

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