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bowdownperv · 1 year

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Sweetheart [B.H + E.M]

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual content, threesome

Pink was the color of love. The color of sugary sweetheart candies. The color of the powdery blush on your cheeks. The color of his tongue as he painted your pussy with his saliva.

Cupid struck you in the ass this Valentines Day.

A fun, post Basketball game celebration turned into nightmare when you accidentally stumbled in on your jackass boyfriend pounding some dumb cheerleader into a mattress while looking for the bathroom. Eyeshadow instantly spilled down your face like watercolors as you slammed the door shut making the whole house shiver. The dramatic thud of your heels stomping down the stairs caused the whole crowd to go silent alongside gasped faces.

Once making it home and allowing yourself some much deserved time to sulk, you quickly realized that your friends were right: you were way out of his league. You would have absolutely no problem finding a better lover, better kisser, and a better fucker. However, once the news of your breakup made its way around, you were essentially up for grabs at school.

Billy Hargrove unexpectedly became an obstacle in your path to class when his broad athletic body spawned out of nowhere in front of you. You crashed into him and sprung back while he stood sturdy as a rock.

“Sup, Y/N.” His voice had a racy husk to it as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes while secretly checking him out.

“Yes, Billy?” you murmured, bending down to pick up the History textbook he made you drop.

If the school had a mascot for biggest douchebag, it would be Billy. He was always trying, and quite successfully, getting into every girls pants just to gloat about it the next day to his buddies. He always felt something special towards you, but you refused to give in. Making his infatuation with you only grow stronger. You had to admit though, he was really fucking hot.

"I heard about your breakup, maybe I'll come over tonight and make you feel better," he winked cupping his bulging cock through his grey sweatpants. Lazily, swinging his hips into his palm as if he were fucking you from behind. You couldn't help but feel a trickle down your thigh.

"That's okay Billy, I've never really been a big fan of shrimp."

He huffed.

"Mhm, we'll see about that sweetheart."

The stupid nickname somehow made your pussy tingle. You flipped your hair over your shoulder and scurried away as he blew you a cocky kiss. He was such a hotshot but the thought of him fucking you filled your heartbroken mind with lust. You also heard from other girls that he was packing.

For the entire day, boys followed you around like abandoned puppies. Each one so desperately attempting to shoot their shot with you every chance they could get. It was pathetic. Finally, lunchtime came meaning you could hopefully have a break from being chased down. You headed to school dining hall and sat at your usual table, waiting for your girlfriends to arrive. That's when you saw schools enigma, Eddie walk in. He approached you with a devilish grin across his face as he plopped down across from you. The entire crowd in the cafeteria seemed to vanish and it suddenly it felt like it was just the two of you alone.

"Hey, pretty girl," he smirked.

You swallowed and nervously toyed with your hair.

"Hi, Eddie."

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be all alone. Who knows what kind of bad things could happen to her." He gave you a sinister smirk and reached for your hand. Placing a soft kiss to it like you were royalty. You were completely hypnotized by his mysterious presence.

"Why don't I come over tonight and we can have some fun."

You hesitated.

"I- I have to-"

"Great, I'll be there at ten."

Your cheeks were so red you could see feel heart beating in them. Eddie walked away and you watched as time around you magically resumed.

When you got home from school, you rushed to turn on the shower. You laid out a tank top and your most revealing shorts on your bedsheets and washed up plus shaved until you felt clean and sexy. You blowdryed your soggy hair and perfected your makeup in anticipation for it just to be ruined. There was still a few hours until Eddie would be arriving but you spent them all physically and mentally preparing yourself.

Halfway through brushing your hair, you jumped from the ring of the doorbell. Fuck. Eddie must have came early. You ran your fingers through your locks messily and hurried to the door.

As soon as you opened it, you cursed under your breath. It was Billy. You didn't think he was actually serious about coming over. You panicked. Eddie would be there soon. What would he do if he saw you had Billy over as well?

"Billy, you need to go-"

Without warning, he was leaning forward and kissing you dearly with his strawberry lips. You were instantly intoxicated. Grabbing onto the hair on the back of his head and pulling him closer. His tongue swarming your mouth.

You yanked him by his denim jacket inside and shut the door. Maybe, he could fuck you quickly before Eddie came? At this point you were too worked up to tell Billy to leave. With Billy's mouth still suctioned to yours, a series of loud thumps echoed from the front door. Damnit.

You felt your heart inflate with every knock.

Billy followed you to the door. His larger body hovering behind you like a ghost.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" he growled in his low register, raising his muscular arm.

"Just came to see my girl," Eddie announced, pointing a finger gun at you.

"Well, she's busy," Billy replied, cupping your ass in his large hand making you jolt.

The boys bickered back and fourth and you were so turned on. The two hottest studs at school fighting over who gets to fuck you.

Eventually, Billy whispered something into Eddie's ear causing him to nod. You were so confused when both boys looked back at you with devilish grins.

Billy manhandled you as he grabbed your smaller body to throw you over his shoulder. You let out a small shriek. He carried you over to the kitchen and placed your ass on the counter. His eyes staring directly at your clothed core as if he could see through your shorts.

You put your finger in your mouth. "What are you going to do to me?" you asked shyly.

Eddie turned to Billy and smiled.

"A good old pussy eating contest."

You froze.

"Sound good, sweetheart?"

Your head almost fell off from how fast you were nodding.

"Yes."

Eddie competed first. He tugged your little shorts down your thighs and you watched as they plopped down onto the marble floor. Squatting to be eye-level with your vulnerable cunt.

"Hi, pretty pussy," he said, rubbing it with his long, slender fingers and pressing a kiss to it. You felt your pussy gush as pre-cum dribbled down your thigh.

"Mm, good thing daddy's hungry."

His head nuzzled between your legs. You felt his warm tongue poke inside your pussy.

His hands grabbed your thighs for support as he pushed his head deeper into you. Licking the walls of your pussy. The texture of his taste buds rubbing against your clit. His tongue slurping in and out of you while he looked up at you with starving eyes. Cocking his right eyebrow every time you let out a sweet moan.

"Oh, fuck daddy" you squealed. Clinging your fingers to his hair as you popped your pussy forward into his face. His tongue leaving no inch of your pussy dry. Foamy spit being the only barrier between his mouth and your cunt as he coated you with his thick, warm saliva that dripped onto the floor.

“Such a sweet girl with a sweet pussy," he mumbled into your core. You could feel the vibrato of his voice echo throughout the walls of your cunt.

You closed your eyes and felt a wave of heat rush throughout your body. Your pussy quenched itself as you squirted all over Eddie’s soft face. Covering his skin with little droplets of your cum.

“Oh shit baby, all for me?” he asked excitedly as you groaned, still trying to recover from your high.

Not a drip of cum went to waste as he licked each one that trailed down your thighs.

Eddie pulled away and your cunt felt cold and empty without a warm mouth inside it.

“Alright man, let’s see if you can beat that,” he said, hitting Billy’s shoulder.

Billy walked over to your vulnerable pussy smugly. Smirking as he watched your legs tremble and your still leaking cunt drip more onto the floor. You looked up at him with nervous, doe eyes.

Billy kneeled down and vertically licked across your entire pussy. Paying special attention to your clit as he cloaked it around his long tongue, drowning it in his saliva. Your head flew forward to watch his evil, grinning face devour your pussy.

He ate your pussy from the inside out. His mouth was a vacuum sucking all the juices from your pussy until it was dry, and then filling it back up with his own spit and tongue. He pressed gentle kisses along the sensitive skin and used his fingers to spread your pussy lips open and poke his tongue in even farther. The excitement and lust of having such a hunk fuck you with his tongue so passionately, made you unable to hold back your orgasm as you cummed intensely for the second time. Decorating Billy’s pretty face with your sweet pussy juices.

Billy walked away wiping his grinning mouth. Once again, your pussy felt empty and you rubbed your legs together. Desperate for any friction as you looked innocently to the two boys ahead of you.

“Round two,” Eddie spoke.

“Cock sucking.”

This time your knees were on the floor looking up at Billy. You stared him down as he pulled his jeans and boxers off allowing his mighty cock to stand strong.

You immediately gasped. Billy's cock put your ex boyfriends to shame. It was long, slick, and girth with a blue vein that ran from its base to his big, pink mushroom head. After licking your plump lips in preperation, you wrapped them around his cock. Giving Billy the sweetest blowjob of his life.

"That's it sweetheart," he groaned, huskily. "You like having daddy's big cock in your mouth?"

"You moaned "mhm," while looking up him with your teary, cartoon eyes. His cock tucked deep inside your throat, striking your uvula repeatedly like it was a punching bag.

All the attention you were giving Billy's cock made Eddie severely jealous. He eagerly dragged his pants and boxers in unison down his thighs and tripped as his long cock sprung out. Hard and ready to get sucked.

Eddie pushed Billy aside and slid his cock into your mouth at the same time. Two giant cocks fucking your tiny little mouth.

Both the men swung their hips into your face, forcing your tired mouth to suck their huge cocks. If someone was to stand behind them, all they would see was their ass cheeks clenching and releasing as their big bodies overshadowed you. The only thing coming out of your mouth were whimpers and slobber.

You grabbed their big balls with each of your hands. Your long nails grazing the wrinkles. You squeezed them. Immediately, they both orgasmed. Their cum flooding your throat canal. Making you practically drown in their creamy, white cum. It took a few big gulps and swallows to force it all down.

Billy patted your head before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the coffee table. Laying your tummy on the table. Your tits squashed against the cold glass. Your vulnerable ass and cunt shivering in the air, ready for penetration.

Billy aggressively spit on your cunt like a dirty cowboy and shoved his cock in with a howl. Hands gripping your waist hard as he fucked you mercilessly. Spanking your ass with his big palm like you were misbehaved child.

Eddie went for your gaping mouth. Lifting your head up by the chin and sliding his long cock down your throat. Swinging his hips back and fourth, giving you a great throat-fucking. His heavy balls squashing against your chin allowing you to feel how quickly they refilled. Your jaw throbbing from how wide your mouth had to open to accommodate his size.

Your body was being completely used by these two men. You were just an instrument of pleasure for their sex-driven dicks. Their impressive length penetrating both sides of you so deeply, that you swore you could feel the heads of their cocks kiss inside your stomach.

The sounds they were making were so hot. These two men who had big egos and tough exteriors, now whimpering and falling apart from the way you were taking their raging cocks. They both had fucked so many girls but it wasn’t now, fucking you, that they were finally being satisfied. It was as if all those girls were just practice to prepare for fucking you. Billy and Eddie reached over your body to high-five each other.

Eventually, they switched things up. Eddie sat on the couch, man spreading, as he smacked his thighs signaling you to hop on. His cock stuck up between his legs like a mighty tower. You slowly sat down on him and felt your pussy become stretched as you slid down to rest on his balls. You faced Billy who was now completely naked and holding his cock with his right hand, jacking it off. Your eye grazed his impressive body with lust as you noticed his chiseled abs, his bulging bicep when he pumped his cock, and his thick, muscular legs that were spread as he stood sturdy. Your eyes stayed focused on him as the rest of your body flew up and down as Eddie commanded you to ride his cock. You couldn’t close your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

Billy walked over to you and inserted one of your bouncing tits into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple as your ass hopped up and down Eddies cock. Eddie ran his hands through your hair from behind and thrusted his hips upwards into you. Billy continued worshipping your body like you were a princess. Nuzzling his face between your tits and leaving blue hickeys around your nipples. Billy crouched down and licked the top of your pussy as it got hammered by Eddie’s cock. He coated your pussy and the head of Eddie’s cock with his saliva to better lubricate it. Eddie sped up the rhythm making your pussy louder as it gushed even more.

Just as you felt the pressure of your climax approaching, Billy pulled you off Eddie’s cock and pushed your head into the couch cushion. He lifted your ass up with his hands and fucked you relentlessly into the sofa with all his energy. His thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy rapidly. Your muted moans were still so apparent from the unexpected change and without you even realizing it, you were cumming all over Billy’s swole cock. The feeling of your pussy tightening around Billy’s cock triggered his own orgasm as he shot several rounds of his white, sticky cum deep inside your cunt. Eddie pulled Billy away from you, and the boys eagerly raced to lick the cum out of your pussy. Both men’s tongues fighting to lick up every drop. You looked down at their determined faces with their tongues sticking out. You almost hyperventilated.

To repay Eddie, you got down on all fours and sucked the cum out of his cock. Giving him special attention as he filled your mouth with his semen and you held it between your chubby cheeks. Dribbles of white spilling out as you looked up at him and swallowed. Billy patted Eddie’s shoulder and they shook hands. Unable to pick a winner, you requested a rematch.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie x you #eddie x billy #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine

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therrerium-valkryonia · 3 months

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A woman is a perfectionist and wants everything to be perfect for her home birth by herself. She’s nowhere near prepared at home when she goes out while overdue. Her water breaks as she has to get home on the bus, walk home, prepare everything in time to deliver in her living room and deal with a poorly timed delivery boy from who she has to hide her labour while getting a package. The twist? For a good part of this story, she’s constantly having to push the head back inside herself to avoid giving birth. If even one thing in her plan is wrong, even if she’s one push away from giving birth, she’ll push it back and start over to fix it.

Ooh, good one I like it. I will make it as best as I can for you thank you so much for resending

Hey, I have been away for my own time, I've not been mentally healthy and I can't say I am better but I am back with a lot but i'll try.

The Perfection Effect

Tw: 18+, Minors DNI.

In the eyes of perfectionism, all must go their way and no other, this would be their greatest and most vunerable weakness as in the ways, actions of the real nothing goes your way and with this case it wouldn't end easily.

Vivian was a young woman, amidst her later twenties and still in great shape as part the pregnancy made her shape volumptious as naturally it would through her body's change trying to ready for newborn child.

On the contrary, she was very infuriated in amidst the result when she grew overdue a childish reaction over outcomes, so in three weeks over her due date she felt her bump tighten up to a overinflated basketball.

Impacting her back heavily, even on an jog towards the market the woman was waiting whenever her baby would be born at times growing restless and impatient, as much as people would a lot more exaggerated.

On her way to the market in a damp rain, holding up her umbrella wearing a sleeved turtleneck and a tight pencil skirt, as per progress of her widened hips and suppled breasts as the rain hardened and splashes entirely over her thighigh socks.

Lately she'd been intensely overrun with growing pains and cramping around her abdomen and inbetween her thighs and uncomfortably tight yet wide hips, she'd physically grown to waddle after a week.

Her stance resembled a model in a walk, presenting herself on a stage in a fashion competition though it made walking feel intensive on her lower back and her heel.

As she placed her palm under her bump, massaging the uneasing pressure with a relieving release, relieving the pressures unknowingly progressing her quiet labor.

Progressing the newborn further before purchasing her groceries list, she felt at comforting ease for it being an illusion.

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After moments around she'd found what she needed and headed to the checkout counter, small line and handed her groceries paid the amount and headed out into the rain.

She sought after the bus stop within the rain and kept on a decent jog on towards the stop, exerting onto her bodies limit and exshauting herself in short notice and felt a heavy toll on her womb within, writhing in the exshaustion.

Bent over, she pressed her palm ontop the round bump as she grunted loudly with no witnesses around in the rain, she regained herself and trotted forward into the pour a distant bluish glow of light on the sidewalk.

Headed towards it as she reaches over the otherside of the road, crossing the road as cautiously she looked around before going towards the stop, sitting down once near.

Leaning into the bench as she felt a hurdle running down her canal burning enraged in pounding stings and stabbing, painful hard tightness around her back worsening more.

Withstanding the pain rushing over, fists clenched having a palm pressed into her hardened bumps side, tightening on it's squezzes onto her taut skin.

Her jaw tight and brows furrowed, a sigh exhaled through teeth with sweat rolling downward her face, a loud gasp of pain.

The bus came near and stopped by, it's passenger a near-laboring mother with orange-ish hair, contracting and with a extremely stanced and a weird waddle, waddling over to the backseat with six passengers in the rest of the bus.

As she sat down, the intense pressure consumed her canal and instinctually abandoning all concious thought had unconciously began to bear down and squeezing into her belly twisting in an all-consuming and lasting pain.

Engulfing in air with sharp breaths, an expanding mass growing larger in size inbetween her thighs, her head reversed backwards into the seat cushions, slowly slouching as the mass popped open into closed-fitted cloth and budged no further.

Since it restrained from going any further causing vile pains, she cupped above the massive crown and began bringing it back halfway through her canal though it began progressing with movement forward.

With her remaining might she held it back, strained back with an ever weakening self.

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In just the moment as the bus stopped near the road where she lives, she got to her feet and had her right hand on the underside of her belly with the mass pounding it's way out of her labia.

Once she waddled to the bus stop, she held her posture up and walked through the quieter road trying her best to get home quickly with the low hanging mass beginning to pop into her skirt.

The contraction slowed her walk down, she got near a mailbox and leaned by the support with her massaging her underside as she squats it down sublty before regaining her stature and going down the road afar into the corner.

Reaching her house at the edge of the town, she frantically reached for her keys with a rising pain as she opens the door and drops everything and gets onto her knees, she grunts while slamming the door shut keeping her out of view.

As the mass grew into her underwear, the arms burst out and stretch the fabric by it's seams an excruciating pain spread around her abdomen.

She needed just a bit more time to prepare, the birth needed to be the way she wanted it to be and thinking she had time headed to the room to her right with her thighs lightly constricting.

Once she reached the cabinets, grabbing the bowl, towel, scissors, clips and all important supplies her body crashes again to it's knees beginning to feel her baby nearing it's exit an immediate response to try and postpone it a little longer but she was too weak.

Her grunts were raging, throat strained her figure completely doused in sweat and fluid covering her thighs and legs as she screams with the baby rushing forth the nightmare finally ends, she's exshausted and falls over.

With her faint breaths, she apologizes to her newborn under her skirt and flooded with a small bout of sorrow, weary and breathless scurrying into her underwear and carried out her future into her arms before she faints.

Only hearing a loud wail before the darkness surrounds her eyes and blankets her over in deep sleep and dreams of the mistakes done.

This is the final cause of The Perfection Effect another normal accident then made extreme.

#birth kink #painful birth #labor #labor kink #pregnant #pregnant kink #pregnancy #pregnancy kink #birth fic #labor and delivery #long labor #labor fic #pushing #pushingbabybackin

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lillypad910 · 1 year

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It’ll Get Better

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!f! Reader

Word Count: 3717

Warnings: cussing, talk of sex, but no smut, breakup, depression, talk of suicide (and almost doing it), teen pregnancy, forced abortion, abusive relationships, tones of healing.

Summary: You are Andy’s girlfriend, friends with Jason and Chrissy and the rest of the popular kids of Hawkins High School, but your life flips upside down when you find out your pregnant. After a harsh breakup with your boyfriend and being discarded by all your friends, you find yourself at the Sattler Quarry, standing on the edge of the rocky cliff, will you jump? Or will a certain freak save you from your dark space?

A/n: Sorry for the long pause in posting! I’ve been working on this for a could days now, but it’s been a slow rolling with writer’s block and school work (I’m in a summer class this month and it’s been kicking my butt a little harder this week). Please enjoy!

You sat at the lunch table, your arms crossed as you listen to Chrissy tell everyone about her exciting date with Jason. “He took me to dinner at Enzo’s, then out to a movie, THEN we went to the lake for a light night dance! Isn’t that so romantic?” She chirps, practically glowing with joy. “Yeah, Chrissy, that’s lovely!” One of the other girls smile.

You stay silent, glancing over at the end of the table where Jason and your boyfriend, Andy, were practically slapping each other for fun. You love Andy, you really do, but god was he a bad boyfriend. All he ever does for you is take you out to dinner before dragging you out to the lake to fuck you in his car. “(Y/n),” Chrissy’s sing-song voice calls you back, “how are things with Andy?” Every fellow cheerleader looks at you and you smile. “Good…! We actually just went out last night too.” You immediately regret mentioning it. “Oh? What did you two do?” All the girls you call friends hold their heads up by their palms after sitting their elbows on the table. “Uh…” you hesitate, the still red handprint on your thigh just covered by your skirt as you pull it down lower. “We ate and then also went to the lake…”

Chrissy smiles, “how sweet!” And just then Eddie Munson decides to jump on top of his table. He talks about how everyone is annoying, besides his table, honestly you really weren’t paying attention, you could care less about what the freaks do. “You want something, Freak?” Jason stands up, going over to get closer to him, Andy following him.

The whole dilemma is squished quickly, with a teacher calling them all to relax. When the bell rings you walk up to your boyfriend, smiling at him. “Hey, you ok? Don’t let that freak get to you.” You place your hand on his chest and he groans. “He just pisses me off.” Lucas glances away nervously. “I know, Babe, but you need to control your anger more.” You remind him. He sighs and wraps his arms around you, “You’re so pretty.” He smashes his lips to your and you giggle.

You sit on your bathroom floor a week later, tears streaming down your face as you chunk the positive test across your floor. It had to be a faulty test, there was no way. Sure you weren’t on birth control because you couldn’t tell your mom you were sexually active, but he takes precautions. He… oh god, the lake.

How the hell are you gonna tell your basketball jock of a boyfriend that you’re pregnant? His entire career would go down the drain, hell his life.

You pick yourself up off the floor, shaking so bad your legs start hurting when you stand up completely. You feel like you’re gonna faint or throw up. Maybe both? You couldn’t tell anymore. Your stomach was tossing and turning, as you stepped closer and closer to the phone on your dresser. Dialing his number, you hold your breath.

“Hello?” His groggy voice echos out of the speaker. “Andy…?” You call out, still extremely nervous. “(Y/n)?” He groans, “Babe, what ever it is it can wait until tomorrow? I’m too tired tonight, ok? Bye.” He hangs up on you before you can get a second word out. You sigh, “Love you too…”

You place your phone down and turn towards your dresser, panning the pictures of the basketball team, some of you and the rest of the cheer squad. You all look so happy. One image catches your eye, Andy and you at a ballgame. He’d thrown the winning shot that Friday, and after cheering with the boys you ran up to him, so proud of him. He was so happy.

The memory calms your nerves. You could tell him, you knew you could. He’d probably panic, but he wouldn’t just drop you, right?

You sit on the floor of the gym the next day, your short cheer skirt barely covering your ass as you sit on your knees. The basketball team scurries across the gym floor, dribbling the ball between the teams, the ball flying through the air. You watch Andy carefully, nervous to tell him later after the game.

The game was won by Hawkins High, and your entire friend group decides to go out to dinner to Benny’s. Standing out in the cold with Andy next to you, hugging his jacket around himself, you huddle closer for warmth. “Hey, Andy?” You get his attention, “what?” You feel your nervous coming back, that aching feeling in your stomach. “Can… can we talk for a minute before the others get here…?” He looks at you confused.

You both move to the side of his car, “Im gonna say this and I don’t want you to freak out, ok?” You tell him. He raises a brow at you, “freak out? Babe, come on, I’m Andy.” He pulls you closer by the waist and you smile softly to yourself. “I know but…” you hesitate, pressing your palms against his chest. Your fingers grip around his basketball jersey under his letterman. “Andy,” you take in a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.” You don’t look at him, keeping your head lowered at you wait for his reaction.

A scoff leaves him, his arms dropping from your waist. “This is a joke right? You’re fucking with me.” His voice is colder than normal, hurtful, spiteful. “What? No, Andy,” you look up at him, “Why would I joke about this? I’m serious.” You frown at him, upset that he thought you would joke about something so serious. He shoves you away and you stumble back a little shocked by his sudden change in care. “Who did you fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You fucking cheated on me?” “What?! No!! Andy,” you reach back out to him but he slaps your hand away, “I didn’t cheat, Andy, it’s yours.” You tell him, your eyes watering as your emotions get the better of you. He glares at you. “Bullshit.” You scoff, “Andy, why the hell would I cheat on you? I love you.” You try to tell him, tears now pouring down your face. Andy glares at you. “Well thats a problem.” You freeze, your heart suddenly stops as your breath hitches. “What…?”

Andy scoffs, “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t actually think I loved you, did you?” He laughs, a new smirk forming on his lips. But you just feel like your whole world is shattering around you. “What…?” Andy groans, rolling his eyes. “Of course no one would believe you cheated, shit. Why would you?” He smirks to himself, “I’m gonna be honest with you, at least this once.” He leans down a bit so he’s at your level. “I’ve cheated on you, with a couple of different girls. All on the cheer squad, all your friends.” Your breath hitches, fresh tears falling down your face. “But… but at the lake you… you said you loved me…” your voice is soft, hardly audible. He laughs at you.

“I lied, (y/n). It’s easy to do it to get what you want, even when I guess the girl is stupid enough to get herself knocked up from it.” You sniffle rubbing your palms over your eyes to get rid of your tears. “But… it takes two…” you mumble. He breaths in harshly, “No. It takes one girl being stupid by being active without being on birth control.” He glares at you. “It’s your own fault, Babe. Not mine.” He chuckles, “maybe if you weren’t such a whore this wouldn’t have happened.”

You stare at him in disbelief as the cars of your friends pull up. “You better leave.” His voice catches you off guard once more, “best tell them we ended it rather than let them know the truth huh?”

It’s been three weeks, you sit in the medical bed, your mother screaming at the gynecologists as they try to calm your mother down. “Ma’am, please. The operation was successful. There is no need to yell.” You mother’s face just gets more red. “No, the reason to yell was when my 17 year old daughter decided to have sex before getting on birth control!” Her head whips towards you but you don’t look at her, keeping your eyes looking out the window, your hand on your stomach. “Miss (l/n)?” A nurse smiles at you getting your attention. “Are you ok?” She asks. You expression is numb, your voice is monotoned, it worries them. “I’m fine.” You reply. “Mom, can we go home…?” You ask, your hand dropping into your lap. It’s not like it was rubbing anything anymore, anyway. As they said, it was successful.

You should be happy, thankful even. Your life isn’t uprooted or drastically changing. But it has, your friends don’t talk to you anymore, Andy made up some shit about you and now the entire team and cheer squad hates you. Chrissy wont even look at you.

It was just three weeks ago that your heart was shattered in that parking lot of Benny’s, two since your mother brought you in and you first saw that clump of cells in your belly on that monitor, and now today, when they showed you that screen again, now empty. You should be happy.

But you’re not. How could you be? You were thinking you would tell your boyfriend and somehow, some fucking miracle he would become that perfect boyfriend. He should have held you, told you everything was gonna be ok, that you would raise it together. But no. Here you are inside a planned parenthood nearly forty miles away from your home.

Your mother practically drags out to the front desk, her hand squeezing your wrist tightly. “Mom, please, you’re hurting me…” you tell her, trying to pull her clawed fingers off your wrist. “Oh I’m hurting you?” She signs the papers and drags you out to the car. “Ungrateful! Had the perfect boyfriend, perfect future husband and you wasted it away!” “Mom, I didn’t-” “Hah! When your father hears about this-” your eyes widen, “No, Mom, please! I’m sorry, just don’t tell Dad. It’s already taken care of we don’t need to get him involved!” You practically beg her, the fear of your dad making you grasp at her.

She told him.

You got home the next day from school and we’re greeted with a slap across the face. “You bitch!” Your dad yells at you, grabbing at your hair and pulling you outside, “You think that kind of behavior is acceptable in this house. Fucking hell no.” Your mother stands behind him, arms crossed. “Get the hell out!” He throws you back out the front door, “and don’t come back. You fucking filthy whore! Get out!”

You wandered the streets of Hawkins until you found yourself on the cliff of Stattler Quarry. As you stared down into the water bellow, maybe a couple hound red feet under you, you could practically taste the release. You step closer to the edge, your sadness being the most prominent thing in your brain. You wonder how deep it is down there, 20, maybe 30 feet?

You could do it. You could just walk off the edge, no one would miss you. Not your “friends,” not your mom nor your dad, Andy would probably joke about it at your funeral, if there even was one.

You wonder if it would hurt, if the slap of your body against the water’s surface would sting at all.

“Hey,” a voice calls out to you and you swiftly turn around. The one person you never expected to see stands there. Eddie Munson stands a good ten feet away from you, his hands out defensively. “Don’t come any closer!” You yell at him. “Don’t do it.” He tells you, his voice soft, “That’s a long drop, the collision would feel like your skin was being ripped off.” He takes a step closer and you heart races, setting father to the edge.

He glances around. “I’m telling you it’s not a good way to go. I know right now it probably looks promising, like a clean fresh start. But it’s like jumping straight into a bucket of ice.” He elaborates. You hesitate, “How do you know? You don’t get it!” Eddie takes a deep breath, taking a single step closer to you.

“I’ve dived into that water before, (l/n). Sure not the same circumstances, but I promise it hurt enough to make me never do it again.” He takes another step. “And what if I don’t care?” You ask him. He gives you a soft smile. “I heard you know, about what happened. Andy’s a dick, we all know it.” You let out a soft laugh, “He wasn’t always. That’s the point! He only became a dick to me after.” Eddie holds out his hand to you, which makes you step farther to the edge, so he recoils.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I know you’re scared. Everything feels really shitty right now, but,” Eddie stares at you as you turn to look away from him back over the cliff, “look at me, (y/n).” You look at him, your eyes wide with fear and he feels like his heart is breaking. No matter how cruel your friends were to him, he never thought you were a bad person. He’s not the type of person to wish death upon you because of your shitty friends. Hell especially not this way.

“Just…” he holds out his hand to you, slower this time not to startle you, “take my hand. We’ll get you down from there and we can go, I don’t know. Get a milkshake?” He chuckles softly and you eyes soften at the suggestion. “I can’t go back to school, Eddie.”

His eyes widen when you say his name. To be entirely honest, he had no idea you even knew his name.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to right away, but you will eventually. I know I’m not the best person to say this, but dropping out isn’t a great idea.” He chuckles lightly. For the first time in your life it wasn’t a chuckle you ignored, his words reach you now more than anything he’s ever said had before.

“Hey,” Eddie grabs your attention again, wiggling his fingers to bring your attention to his hand that’s still reaching out to you, “when you do decide to go back,” he smiles at you, “I’ll be right there with you, trust me they’ll pay more attention to the freak than an ex cheerleader.” You feel yourself laugh a bit, not because he said something funny, because what he said oddly gave you a sense of relief. Not because he was the ‘freak’ but because he said he would be there. You slowly reach out to his hand, going to step down from the rock you were standing on.

Just before you could grab him your foot slips. In those few seconds you realize you weren’t ready to die, your scream was probably heard miles out. But you never felt much air. Eddie had grabbed you so fast you didn’t even notice it, pulling you quickly away from the edge and against him, back on solid ground.

“Hey hey, it’s ok. I’ve got you.” He rubs his hand against the back of your hair, your sobs are muffled by his shirt as you cry, harder than you have ever cried before.

He stands there letting you cry it out against him, before pulling you even farther away from the edge, slowly getting you closer and closer to his van. “Here,” he opens the passenger side door and helps you inside, letting you get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as you could get with how tense you look. He buckled you in, pulling the seatbelt over your shoulder and lap, making sure it sits comfortably on you.

After getting into the drivers side he watches you carefully as you finally start to calm down, rubbing your eyes with your sleeves. He gives you a minute before holding out his hand to you. You look at him confused and he smiles. “I just… thought you would like to feel grounded.” He explains.

You lay your hand in his, your fingers locking perfectly together and you feel yourself smile. His hand is rough, something you didn’t notice before. You knew he played guitar, his band being talks about quite often amongst your group of ‘friends’ when making fun of him. You never realized until now how fucked up your friends were, how their idea of this guy was so misguided.

“Thanks…” your voice came out soft, and his hand squeezed your as he pulled out of the quarry, leading you both the an ice cream parlor for those promised milkshakes.

It had been a month since that faithful day, the day you realized the ‘freak’ was actually the nicest guy in all of Hawkins. He was calm, made sure you were comfortable, and didn’t bring up the subject ever again.

“Eds,” you had started calling him the nickname shortly after you moved in with him, his room becoming yours as he moved to the living room with his uncle. You were heavily against the idea of taking his room when he gave it to you. Obviously you could go home, but you were willing to sleep on the couch until you could get in contact with your aunt or cousins.

“Can we get some of these?” You hold up the container of Planter’s Cheez Balls. They were one of your newer favorite snacks. He laughs a bit, “sure, put ‘em in the cart.” You do so, throwing the snack in.

After finishing your grocery shopping, you make it back to his trailer, bringing all the bags in from his van. “Is Wayne working tonight?” You ask him, emptying out the bags on the counter before putting things away. “Yeah,” Eddie joins you, sitting the remaining bags down on the counter, “He said he’s gonna be at work until 7am tomorrow, so we need to figure out dinner on our own.” He helps you empty out the bags and put away all the groceries. When you finish, you both plop down on the couch, his arm behind your head as he turns on the tv. You pop open the container of cheese balls in your lap.

“Open up,” you hold a ball in between your index and thumb, turning towards him. He tilts his head back and opens his mouth, you throw, and the ball lands safely in his mouth, “good catch!” He smiles as you giggle happily continuing to eat your snack. He puts on a movie he knows you will like, before getting comfy into the couch cushions. You lean into him subconsciously. He stiffens up, shocked by you leaning in, which makes you freeze, “Sorry…” you go to pull away but his arm throws over your shoulders and holds you close to him. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, laying his head against yours. You smile as you both sit there on the couch, snuggled up together.

Eddie is very different than Andy was. Andy could be rude, refuse to cuddle you when you desperately wanted physical affection, but Eddie doesn’t. He leans into it, he may be a bit taken aback at first, but he doesn’t stop you, he encourages it.

About half way through the movie you catch yourself not watching anymore, glancing at the man you know would call your best friend, honestly he’s your only friend now. “Eddie,” you grab his attention, making him turn to you. “What’s up?” “Thank you.” He looks at you confused, “For what?” You smile at him. “Everything, you took me in, saved me from doing something stupid, told me everything was gonna be ok, and it has been, because you made it ok.”

Your words hit him hard, and he stares at you for a moment, “(y/n), I…” he hesitates, removing his arm from around you and turning so his full body is turned to you, making you a little anxious. “I don’t need a thank you, I did what any decent person would do. You don’t need to thank me for that.” “But I want to!” You practically yell at him, you hands balling up into fists and pressing against your chest. You know you look like a kid right now, but you don’t care. “I want to thank you…”

Eddie smiles and leans forward pressing his lips to your forehead, “Well then, you’re welcome. I’m glad you’re still with us, Sweetheart.” You blush at his physical affection, your cheeks burning as he pulls away, and you realize something. You like Eddie. You like him way more than you thought possible. “Eddie,”

He looks at you a little concerned seeing your scrunched forehead. “Yeah?” “I-I like you…” Eddie freezes, his heart racing as the words left your lips, those soft pink lips he’s been dreaming of kissing for the past few weeks.

Maybe it was the way you looked when he bought you that milkshake that day after he found you at the quarry, the soft smile you had as you excepted the treat. Maybe it’s the way you would jump up and down with joy when he bought you your favorite movie for you to watch together after a week of you living with him. Maybe it was the way you hugged him when you cried, remembering the fact that you weren’t alone anymore.

Maybe… maybe it was the way he wanted to be there for you for the rest of your life that makes him say his next words. “I love you…”

Your head tilted up, eyes wide when the words left him. “Y-You what…?” You eyes watering as you stare at him. “I love you, (y/n). I know you said you ‘like me’ but maybe given some more time-“ you cut him off, your lips smashing into his, practically falling on top of him. His arms throw around your waist, pulling you close to him as he kisses you back. It was everything you both had dreamt of, soft, sweet, and dreamy.

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literally anything w eddie and angst that you write would be incredible !! especially like best friends who are in love with each other but are too dumb to realize the other feels the same way so angst ensues like please that’s my fav eddie trope

Why Him?

Summary: You've got a date with a jock, your best friend objects. (4.3k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, friends (idiots) to lovers, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, fluff, fingering, thigh riding, dirty talk, blood kink for 1 second, eddie's a lil mean/confusing, miscommunication, confessions

Eddie wasn’t talking to you.

He hadn’t talked to you all day, actually. Not since you called him last night before bed, telling him you wouldn’t be able to make it to tonight’s D&D campaign.

He asked why.

And you tried to dodge the question. But Eddie is nothing if not persistent and annoying and fucking nosey.

The thing was, you had a date.

And he seemed relatively fine with it over the phone. Not as cheesed as you thought he’d be about you missing the campaign (which thoroughly shocked you; it’s not like you’re their star player, far from that actually but Eddie just likes you being there and participating in his favorite game).

You sit on your bed, twirling the phone line anxiously, lip worried between your sharp teeth.

“Are you sure? You’re not mad I can’t come?”

“Nope. Not mad at all.”

“I’ll be there next week for sure. I won’t miss any more campaigns, promise.”

Eddie chuckled, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You breathe for a moment, trying to assess if he was being sincere or not. Eddie wore his expressions on his face, he could never conceal how he was feeling with those big eyes, that twitching lip that displayed every emotion he felt so deeply. Your best friend was an open book.

“Okay. I’ll uh, I’ll see you tomorrow Eds.”

“See you.”

He hung up first.

In retrospect, he had been quite blunt, quite curt and to the point. You should have known something was up. Eddie always tries to stay on the phone with you as long as possible. And he always makes sure you hang up first.

But now Eddie sat at the head of the cafeteria table, at his unspoken reserved seat, like always. His arms were crossed across his jean and leather clad chest, a scowl etched into his usually smooth, lighthearted features.

The lot of you were usually the loudest, most obnoxious in the cafeteria. Eddie was no stranger to causing a scene, jumping up on the table and screaming at whoever or whatever he set his sights on. Sometimes he’d pull you into his lap, put his hand on your thigh, your arm, playing with your fingers while discussing that night’s upcoming D&D campaign.

He’d walk you to your next class, arm thrown heavy and warm around your shoulders, hauling you into the side of his body before he ditched third and last period. Sometimes Eddie would kiss your cheek, your hand, your palm, anywhere he could that wasn’t too far over the line of just friends.

Because that’s all you were, just friends. Very close, touchy feely, best friends.

And you had a date.

All of this pouting and uncharacteristic silence was over the fact that you had a date with a stupid basketball player that you’re not even interested in.

It’s just… it’s been a minute since anyone’s shown any interest in you and yeah, maybe it could be fun, maybe you’d end up having a good time. Maybe. But you truly doubt it. Why would you of all people have fun with a jock?

That’s what Eddie kept asking himself. Why would you, of all people, his dearest, bestest friend who he thought he knew so well, go out with someone who’s the complete opposite of you. And him.

His raging, blood angry thoughts are what shut him up for the duration of lunch. Too consumed by what ifs and maybes.

Maybe she’ll hate him, maybe he’ll hate her- no, no. No one could hate her, not even if they wanted to. Okay maybe Mrs O’Donell but besides that bitch. What if he tries to kiss her, fuck her, stick his finger up her-

The bell for third period finally rings.

Eddie’s quick to snatch up his things, his black metal lunch box and D&D reading material before he’s rushing off to next period without a word to anyone else.

Eddie doesn’t drive you home, he’s got D&D anyways. You don’t bother going to his locker to hug him bye, he’s probably locked up in the prop room preparing for the campaign anyways. You walk home alone instead. And the way home from school is long without him.

The night passes reluctantly, you’re silent at dinner with your parents, your mind only focusing on tonight - the dread only grows stronger and stronger the later it gets. You head upstairs to your room after dinner, quiet as you get ready so as not to alert your parents to the fact that you’re sneaking out.

Why had you agreed to this? Why did you tell a stupid fucking jock who you don’t even care about that you’d go out with him? Give him the time of day? Make him think he’s worth it, that he deserves you or deserves to get laid which was definitely not happening-

Your window slides open and you scream.

Eddie climbs in through your bedroom window, running over to you and covering your mouth with his warm palm to shut you up.

He’s smiling so fucking wide, like he hadn’t just spent the last 24 hours ignoring you, scowling and groveling in silent anger.

“Ssshhhhh, don’t wanna freak out the neighborhood, sweetheart.”

You squirm in his hold, “Let go of me, Munson.”

He lets you go only slightly, removing his hand from your mouth but keeping his arms around you too affectionately for how he was acting today. Eddie’s eyebrows suddenly crease, looking down at his palm that's stained from your lips. He inspects your face, his hand coming up to pinch your cheeks, making you pucker your lips.

“Shit, are you wearing lipstick?” He asks in feigned disbelief, like he could have ever forgotten you had a date tonight, like it wasn’t the only thing he thought about all day until it literally drove him to you in the dark of night immediately after his campaign was finished.

Eddie drags this thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the color onto your skin Eddie admires the color that stains his thumb - it’s cute. A little unlike you but he can’t deny you look fucking good. You look adorable, fucking delectable in your little dress, in your cute makeup with your cute hair; Eddie feels his cheeks heat up. Even if it’s not for him, not ever for him.

“Fuck off.” You groan and try to shove him off of you.

Was he trying to embarrass you? Because it was working. So what if you wanted to get a little dressed up? Put on a little make up? Why does he care?

Eddie lets you push him away this time. He smiles at you as you walk across your room to your vanity, leaning forward and fixing up the makeup that he ruined.

Eddie tries not to stare at the short dress that rides up the back of your thighs, that dares to let that place between your legs peek out. He briefly wonders if you’re wearing anything underneath, if this date you had with this jock had any pretense to it. Lingerie? Commando? Cute and innocent cotton panties? Anything that would grant easy access during a movie- No. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Not sweet, innocent little you.

“Stop staring at me.” You grumble, trying to meet his eyes in the mirror. Eddie smiles at you.

“You don’t usually have a problem with me staring, babe.” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t call me babe.” You groan, voice quiet and laced with lasting embarrassment.

Eddie pouts and makes his way back over to you, letting his arms wrap around the front of your shoulders, hauling your back against his chest.

“Why are you being so mean to me, hmm?” He asks like he’s fucking oblivious, like he doesn’t know he’s giving you whiplash with all this back and forth. Ignoring you all day, then showing up like nothing was wrong, hugging you, kissing you, touching you.

You wriggle in his hold, trying to reapply your lipstick.

“Why are you acting like everything’s fine? Like… like you weren’t ignoring me all day?” You glare, meeting his gaze in the mirror again.

That shuts him up.

But only for a second, before he’s leaning in and kissing your cheek sloppily. You shove your arms behind you to get him off, pushing him away from you so you can turn around and look at him properly. His cheeks are flushed, eyes embarrassed and maybe a little hurt despite the ever prominent smile that never seems to leave his face.

“Eddie, I’m serious. Why are you acting like this?” You pout, swearing to yourself that you don’t notice the way your bottom lip begins to tremble out of frustration.

Eddie is your rock, your best friend. And having him act so weird around you, going a whole day without even talking to him is fucking crushing you. You can feel yourself beginning to crumble.

“Why are you going out with him?” He asks, voice quiet, matching yours. He tries to ask it casually, to appear detached, uncaring. His voice comes out insecure instead and he hates it.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second,” He throws back immediately, a smirk pulling at his lips even if he doesn’t mean for it to.

You groan, vicious and annoyed as it bubbles up from your chest and into your throat. Eddie feels your frustration, feels it bubbling up in himself as well and he tries to keep it at bay for your sake.

He needs to calm the fuck down. He’s not actually mad at you. He’s just so fucking confused. So fucking scared of losing you to some fucking idiot jock.

“Why are you going out with a meat head like him?” He asks again, more gently this time.

“I-I don’t know, Eddie. He asked so… so I said yes.” You respond dumbly.

Did you even mean that? Why had you said yes?

“So what, you’d just say yes to any guy that asks then?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head at you.

“No. I don’t know.” Your face grows hot, you look down at the ground, down at your stupid dress that feels suddenly too tight on your body.

“What if I asked?”

“What?”

“What if I asked you out? If you’d say yes to any guy then you’d say yes to me right?”

You just stare at him, unsure how to play this with him right now. Eddie was often unpredictable, yes, but with you he was usually brutally honest, brutally truthful with you. He couldn’t play games with you, wouldn’t bullshit you like he bullshits everyone else. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to.

But he couldn’t be serious about this, could he? About wanting to ask you out?

“Just… Just go, Eddie. I’m late anyways.”

You stalk past him, pushing up your window so he can climb back out but Eddie’s fast, grabbing you and shoving you up against your wall.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, okay listen.” He stammers, his ringed hands hot on your biceps as he holds you firmly, forcing you to look at him. The cool night breeze floats in and makes every tiny hair on your body stand on edge on your heated skin.

Eddie says your name so tenderly your lip quivers again, “Just tell me why you said yes to him.”

Your lip wobbles and Eddie suddenly feels bad for being such a dick, such a forceful asshole but he needs to know, needs to know why you’d pick a guy like that over a guy like him.

“Eddie-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what the answer is, I don’t care how harsh it is, I just- I just need to know why.”

You swear his voice cracks. He swears it doesn’t.

You say his name again and he looks at you with those big eyes - those big, brown, shiny eyes that are swallowed up black in your dimly lit room.

“I said yes to him because you never asked.”

Suddenly, Eddie Munson cannot speak. Can barely comprehend what you’re telling him.

A breath of a silent moment passes between the two of you, between your two pulsing bodies.

“W-What?”

“All you had to do was ask me. I’d be so fucking easy for you.” You nearly cry, voice filled with sadness and yearning.

“Wait, wait, wait. Y-You’re saying-”

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eddie.” You groan.

And you kiss him. You risk fucking everything up with that kiss.

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his breath catching in his throat before he’s breathing you back in and shoving his tongue down your throat to make up for everything he got wrong. Your hands go up in his hair, pulling him down into you from the root and he groans into your mouth, digging his hips into yours. You feel something growing there, something hot and hard.

“Eddie-”

He hums against your mouth, desperate for more, anxious to pull away from you but you push at his face, cupping his precious cheeks and holding his face away from yours so you can look at him properly.

“W-What?” He stutters, his lips a deep flush of dark pink, just like his cheeks - spit slicked and swollen from kissing you. Fuck he’s gorgeous. Why is your best friend so gorgeous? Why are you kissing your best friend?

“I don’t want to go on that date.” You admit to him, your voice quieter than a whisper.

Because you want him.

“Then don’t go.” He says very seriously. You smile.

“Make me stay?”

His eyes go wide, a smile pulling at his lips and you melt all over again. “Yeah?” He asks, like it’s a dare, like he’s gearing up for something only to launch himself into you.

“Please.”

Eddie’s on you again, his lips on your neck, his teeth sharp yet dull on your skin and you hiss too loudly as he tries to pry you open by your jugular. He’s quick to shush you, to silence you with his mouth again and you moan into him.

“Are your folks home? Do they know you were planning on going out tonight?”

You shake your head no vigorously, lips brushing his as he coos at you.

“No?” He asks, making sure.

“N-No, Eddie.”

“Ouuu, sneaking out. Someone’s being a bad girl.” He tuts, hands trailing up and down your body, groping anything, everything he can reach. Eddie’s wanted to touch you for so long, it nearly knocks him over to be getting everything all at once now.

“M’not.” You whimper as Eddie’s fingers play with the hemline of your dress, his fingertips daring to go underneath. You writhe against him, begging, daring him to touch you.

“No? You’re not a bad girl?” Eddie asks, completely amused at your pouting and whiny voice.

You shake your head no again, angling your hips up towards his hand. Eddie’s eyes widen at your suggestive movements. He lifts his thigh suddenly, slotting it between your two pretty ones. You drop down immediately, so fast it makes you look desperate. You are.

You drop your weight down onto him and you whine at the sudden friction against your aching core - you hadn’t realized how worked up he had gotten you.

Your dress rides up high on your thighs, barely giving him a glimpse at your panty covered cunt. He admires the way your skin spills over his, the soft, supple and sensitive flesh of your thighs - he wants to bite them. He wants to put his mouth all over your gorgeous skin and mark you up for everyone to see; everyone at school, your parents, the teachers. He wants everyone to know he got to touch you like this.

Eddie growls, taking your hips in both of his hands and dragging you up his thigh, guiding your hips, helping you grind down onto the rough black denim he wears.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans, watching you move your hips by yourself now, “I’d say you’re being pretty fucking bad right now, sweetheart. Getting all dolled up for some jock just to fuck yourself on the freak’s thigh.”

You whine, a little embarrassed, a little a lot turned on.

“S-Stop it, Eddie.”

Eddie tilts his head at you, eyes hypnotized at the way you move your hips over his leg, the way you’re losing yourself so easily to him and he’s barely done anything. You did tell him you’d be easy for him but fuck, this is nothing he could have imagined nor prepared for.

“You’re not a freak, don’t- don’t say that.” You pout. Eddie nearly laughs at your sudden sincerity in contrast to your unrelenting hips. He smiles, ducking down to sloppily kiss you.

“I must not be if you’re into me this much, right?” He laughs and you’d roll your eyes but you roll your hips instead, dangerously close to the edge of something building in your gut.

“Can you- can you touch me, Eds?”

Eds. He nearly fucking dies on the spot, then and there against the wall in your cute, dimly lit room that smells like you. You you you you you you you.

“Fuck yeah I can.” Eddie hikes your dress up further than where your undulating hips pushed it. He’s quick to shove his fingers down the front of your panties, coming into contact with the slick, gooey mess you’ve made of yourself and now his thigh. Eddie’s throat bobs, his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head at the feel of how absolutely drenched you’ve gotten yourself.

“Jesus Christ, you get yourself this wet over that jock or me?”

You drop your head down to his shoulder, your face hot and embarrassed but Eddie’s grabbing you by the cheeks again, pinching them together and puckering your lips - forcing you to look at him.

“Fucking look at me.” He demands, shaking your head a little from side to side to emphasize that he’s being serious.

“Who got you this wet?” He asks again, his rough, guitar calloused fingers finding your sweet and slippery clit. You gasp, your eyes threatening to close themselves but you keep them open for him.

“Y-You, Eddie.”

“Yeah? Was that before or after I climbed through your window tonight?”

You whine. Oh this fucker was trying to embarrass you.

“Eddie-”

“Answer me.” He growls, baring his teeth at you and you moan, unashamed at how fucking hot he’s being.

“Before! Before, I always- I always thought about you, like this.” You admit, your hips desperate, stuttering in their motions against his thigh. You’re getting dangerously close to cuming, afraid of the force you can feel building behind it.

Eddie’s cheeks light up red, brighter than a christmas tree and you can’t help but smile through your moans, can’t help but be absolutely delighted that he’s just as flustered as you over all of this.

Eddie’s fingers grow determined on your clit, making precise motions that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your head hitting the wall behind you as you try your best to be quiet.

“You think that meat head could do this? You think he knows where your precious little clit is?”

You shake your head no, a sob bubbling up deep in your throat and you’re afraid you’ll scream. Your hips are relentless on his thigh, the simulation of thrusts on your hole and his fingers on your clit are about to be the death of you.

“You think he could make you cum with just his fingers like this? Have you drooling for his cock?”

“No, Eddie!”

He goes harder. “Apologize.”

“Wha-?”

“Apologize. To me.” He repeats, voice rough and clipped through gritted teeth. Eddie bucks his thigh underneath you and you nearly fall off of him but he’s holding you so tightly you don’t think you could fall off even if you wanted to.

Eddie leans forward into you, his fingers sliding down from your clit, circling your sopping hole and sliding home. They curl inside of you, the cold metal of his rings kissing the feverish skin of your lips and you sob quietly.

Eddie’s right at your ear, cooing soft mouth sounds at you and petting your hair with one hand, fingering you with the other.

“I’m- Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- to upset you.”

Eddie looks at you like he expects more, so you muster up whatever brain cells are still floating around in your head to push further, to get him to let you cum. His fingers reach deeper inside of you, digging around like he’s trying to pull your heart straight out of your cunt.

“I didn’t want him, n-never wanted him, p-promise.”

“Ohh, you promise, do you sweetheart?” He asks with something mocking in his voice. You bite your lip and nod your head yes, yes I promise.

“S’okay, baby. I know you didn’t mean it.”

You hum, content that he believes you. Your head falls forward with relief onto his shoulder but Eddie’s hand is at your jaw, gripping you tight and making you look at him yet again.

Your eyes are rolling back into your head, you’re barely able to keep them open and Eddie thinks you’ve never looked this pretty, never looked this fucking hot besides now when you’ve gotten all dressed up for someone else only to get fucked by him in your bedroom with your parents asleep down the hall.

His fingers in your pussy are relentless. Curling and pushing and thrusting like he’s got all the time in the world. Maybe he does, either way you don’t care how much time he takes, he could drag this out as long as he pleases and you think all you would do is thank him for it.

All you care about is him not stopping and making you cum. Your hips look pathetic on his thigh, moving along with the thrusts of his fingers, chasing your high. You try to warn him that you’re close, but words escape you. Eddie can feel you clenching your tight little walls on his fingers, can feel you suffocating him and he has to block out the thought of his cock in there, if he would even fit.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asks, voice gone deep and gravelly and menacing.

“Yes,” You whine, voice completely pathetic, “yes I’m yours.”

Eddie growls, you moan, completely broken.

“Please, Eddie, I’m going to-”

“Do it, fucking cum on my fingers. Want it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

You bite your lip to stay quiet, so hard you taste blood in your mouth and Eddie’s leaning forward, capturing your mouth with his and licking into the open bowl of you, tasting the metallic crimson seeping from your swollen lip. You clench rhythmically on his fingers, your hips stutter and your body twitches. Eddie leaves his fingers inside of you, gently thrusting, giving you something to clench on and ride out your orgasm with. With his other arm, he’s curling it around you as he holds you into his warm chest, comforting your twitching body.

When you’ve come down, Eddie pulls his fingers from your drenched hole and brings them up to his lips, sucking you clean off of them and you have to bite your lip again from screaming at the sight. He moans at the taste, eyes closing blissfully.

You lurch forward into him and stick your tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste yourself mixed in his spit, amongst his teeth and gums.

“Fuuuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie groans into your mouth, cock raging inside of his jeans and he has to use every single ounce of willpower that remains inside of him from doing anything about it, especially not cuming in his pants like a fucking fourteen year old.

You smile against his plump lips, eventually pulling away and leaning your head against the wall behind you once more. You’re completely spent, drained, totally fucked out by your best friend’s fingers. And all you can do is just smile at him lazily, still perched all pretty on his thigh.

Eddie’s afraid to let you down, afraid you’ll stumble and fall but he’s not too worried about that, because he knows he’ll catch you. He’s more so worried about breaking whatever spell the two of you have seemed to have fallen into. Where you’re his and you want him more than some popular jock, where you want to be his for more than one night. Or maybe you had meant what you said, when you said you’d be easy for him, that you’d say yes if only he’d ask.

He doesn’t want to ask to stay the night, he doesn’t want to invite himself over even though that’s exactly what he did thirty minutes ago when he climbed in through your window, uninvited.

You watch him as he thinks, as his brows furrow and his tongue pokes out to touch the top of his lip. He’s pretty when he’s lost in thought.

You smooth your thumb over the space between his brows and Eddie looks up at you from where he had dazed off; the column of your throat.

“Where are you?” You ask so gently Eddie’s knees threaten to buckle.

“Nowhere,” Eddie shakes his head, “right here.”

You smile, hands climbing up the back of his neck, twirling themselves in his long hair. Eddie makes a grumbled sound like a purr as you scratch at his scalp.

“Can you stay tonight?”

“Y-Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He says dumbly.

“It is.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush a furious red.

“Is that what you want?” You ask, suddenly insecure that maybe you had said too much, that he doesn’t want you back, that he-

“Yes. Fuck yes it is.” He responds, almost too enthusiastically. You giggle a bit too loudly and Eddie’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. He can still feel you smiling against his palm. God, he’s obsessed with you.

Eddie leans in so that his own lips ghost the back of his hand, nothing but his own palm separating your mouths.

“But you’re going to have to be quiet for me if I do, sweetheart.”

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percybeloved · 1 year

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"just bullshit"

steve harrington x male! reader

contains- angst, fluff, me gushing over hot man thighs

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he stood there, all pretty as he handled a customer. his shorts slightly rode up, showing his muscular thighs. theres no limit to the amount of money that m/n would pay to be sandwiched inbetween them. he stared at steve from his table. watched as he would flirt with all the women who came in. its almost as if he was TRYING to make m/n jealous.

m/n went to school with steve. even then, he watched him almost 24/7. he watched him when he was in chem. he watched him as he dribbled the basketball across the court as gracefully as one could. steve harrington was perfect. he had no flaws to m/n. minus one. he was too flirtatious. he had everyone wrapped around his finger.

m/n was desperate to be the only one in steve's eyes. but he hasn't even looked at him since THAT night. sighing in defeat, m/n put his head down in his arms. after awhile of suffering in his own self pity, he felt someone tap his shoulder. he look up as robin took the seat in front of him.

"soooo..." she said as she placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "so what?" m/n asked while mimicking her movement. "so when are you going to talk to him again?" m/n looked away. robin must've caught him staring. "never. isn't he with that nancy wheeler chick still?" robin cocks a eyebrow and leans back, folding their arms in the process.

"m/n, you know they broke up awhile ago. hes over her" robin was right. m/n knew that nancy was with jonathan. he'd been living with the byers for awhile now. they were his foster family. he was there when will went missing. when steve, jonathan and nancy tried to kill the demogorgon. when all that pure bullshit kept biting them in the ass. it wasn't fair that even after all that, steve wouldn't even look at him.

it wouldn't matter anyways. steve probably had a crush on robin or one of those chicks that he flirts with. m/n looked up at robin. it wouldn't be fair to hate robin because of steve's stupid little crush. either way, robin couldn't return those feelings. m/n grabbed her hands and gave her a smile. he gave her a small thank you before getting up to leave.

he made his way to the parking lot and jumped into his car. he still had a few hours before will got bored of hanging at the mall and wanted to go back home. m/n reached into his pocket and pulled out a tin container. this would be a perfect time to light up before taking the car to get a quick wash and vacuum.

he put the blunt to him mouth, lit it up and slowly inhaled. m/n sat there for about 10 minutes, just smoking in pure bliss. he was at peace before he heard a knock on his window. he opened his eyes to see steve harrington. "fuck" he whispered underneath his breath.

m/n gestured for steve to back up as he opened his car door. "whats up, harrington?" he turned and let his feet hit the ground. "don't you dare 'whats up, harrington' me, m/n" he had basically growled towards the other man. "just tell me what you want, steve" he put the blunt against his lips and breathed in again.

"why have you been ignoring me? i saw you at my job today" steve put his hands in his jacket pockets. he was still wearing those shorts that barely covered his thighs. m/n looked at his thighs before going up to his face. he was almost red with frustration, and it was obvious. "can you please just answer me?" steve was begging at the point for answer.

"you left me that night. i thought you didn't want anything to do with me" their eyes met at that moment. "baby, im sorry" there were tears in his eyes. "i didn't mean to leave you that night. i really didn't. i was just scared" m/n grabbed his waist and brought him closer. "scared of what? getting caught" he started to rub circles on his sides.

"i was just scared that it was all just bullshit" m/n stood up and leaned against his car. he pulled steve into his arms and held him. m/n let steve cry. he felt like a child again, simply just crying because he couldn't get his way. but after all that, he deserved to be happy. steve harrington deserved to be happy with m/n and m/n only.

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chimmyboii · 1 year

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Just Go with It (Part 6)

Part 6 (Final Part!)

Author’s note: Hi guys I’m really sorry this is so late, I had a lot of Uni work to finish and I was working late shifts and if I’m being honest I forgot all about this fic, once I again I’m really sorry! But this is the final part and I hope you guys love it and thank you so so much for all the support!

Warnings!! This part contains smut so if you are under the age of 16 please do not read.

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When Prom night finally came, Eddie honestly thought he would be calm and chilled. But no, he was shitting himself. Eddie paced back and forth in his bedroom tugging at the bow tie around his neck, muttering curses under his breath. He eventually ripped the tie off and threw it on the bed, a breathy chuckle sounded behind him. Eddie spun around to find his Uncle Wayne leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a wide smirk on his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day, you’d get all dressed up for a girl,” Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his frizzy hair.

“Y/N isn’t just some girl,” he muttered, bending over and picking up the tie once again. Uncle Wayne just hummed in response before reaching out a hand and taking the tie from Eddie’s hand, he then motions Eddie to take a seat on the bed. With Eddie seated, Uncle Wayne wrapped the tie around his neck and began to tie it in a loose but firm knot.

“You’re nervous,” Uncle Wayne stated and Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, fucking shitting myself, honestly,” The palms of Eddie were damp with sweat which he wiped on the thighs of his new black trousers. “I just don’t want to fuck this up for her, you know, it’s important to her.” Once Wayne was finished he took a step back and folded his arms again.

“Just go with the flow,” Wayne said, as it was so simple. Eddie shot him a look which caused the older man to let out a gruff laugh. “Now I know I don’t have a lot of experience with the ladies but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about life in general is that getting caught up in the what ifs, ain’t worth it. You just gotta go out there and give it your best shot,” Eddie stared at his Uncle for a moment, almost in awe at the man who had raised him. This was the first time he and Wayne actually had a heart to heart, and it was almost like a father son bonding. The thought made Eddie stiffen slightly before he snapped out of it and bounced to his feet.

“Shit, I better go before I’m late,” he moves to the door but stops and turns back to the older man. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne, really I mean it.” The older man just hums and follows him to the front door. Eddie smooths back his hair once last time before rushing towards the van.

He was late, he noted as he pulls into the schools parking lot. He turns off the engine and flops back against the chair. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply through his nose before opening his eyes again. He turns and looks at the back of the van. Eddie had installed a blow up bed that somehow managed to fit, he added some blankets and pillows. There was a case of beer next to the bed along with a pack of skittles and some popcorn. Eddie turns back around and spots some seniors all dressed up entering the school, seeing them made Eddie even more nauseous. Although Eddie was excited to see Y/N, he was also dreading it. It had been weeks since Eddie told Y/N he loved her and although she did mumble those three words, he wasn’t sure if she meant them. With all the prom planning going on, Eddie couldn't decide how to bring it up; he also didn't want to pressure her. After taking a handful of air, he opened the door and step out. Eddie tugged at his suit jacket a few times and fiddle with his tie before making his way towards the school.

When he made it inside, he felt all his nerves disappear and a feeling of pride appeared in the pit of his stomach as he takes in the hallway. Every locker was decorated with gold balloons and white confetti and on the door that took him to the schools basketball court was more balloons and a large sign that read ‘1986 Prom’. Eyeing the swirl of the letters, Eddie knew immediately it was written by Y/N. He smiled softly and pushed the door open. Eddie’s brown eyes immediately found Y/N, the breath caught in his throat as he took her in. She was breathtaking, beautiful, everything Eddie could ever want. Y/N wore a lavender gown that was made of silk and it fanned out around her. Slowly, as if he was compelled, Eddie made his way towards her. Just as he was a few steps away, Y/N turns to him and her face lights up. Her eyes twinkling under the lights and her smile made Eddie’s heart race.

“Eddie!” She gasps, her hands reaching out for him. Eddie quickly steps into her embrace, letting her arms curl around his waist. Y/N peeks up at him, her eyes soft now that she stares at him. “You look amazing,” she mutters and Eddie flashes her a smirk.

“Are you saying I don’t look amazing every day?” Y/N giggled while reaching up and slapping him gently against his chest.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbled playfully before her attention returns back to party around them. She bites her lip and Eddie watches as her eyebrows furrow together as she watches everyone dance around the room.

“You think it’s okay?” Y/N asks, her voice quiet. Eddie smiles softy, before reaching out and gently gripping her chin, turning her attention to him.

“It’s more than okay, Y/N, it’s amazing. But then again what do I expect when it’s creator is also amazing,” Y/N snorted before pushing up on her toes and pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips and Eddie merely hummed before shifting his head and deepening the kiss.

Eddie breaks the kiss for a moment, leaning back to look at her. “I don’t think I told you yet,” he breathed, pressing a quick kiss to her still parted lips. “But you look absolutely beautiful,” Y/N smiled and before she could say anything else, Eddie swooped in and stole another kiss. All the thoughts he had before he entered the hall were gone and all he could think about was her. Kissing her under the lights just like she wanted. Any worries he had, he’ll deal with later. Tonight was all about her.

They danced and kissed under the lights for hours before Y/N was called away to crown Prom King and Queen. Eddie wasn’t remotely interested in the whole crowning ceremony, in fact the entire time he kept his eyes on Y/N. In the end, Chrissy Cunningham was crowned Prom Queen and some kid named Marcus Gardner was crowned King. The crowd was stunned when Y/N announced Marcus as King and Eddie was quick to understand why. A tall lanky boy with dark curly hair staggered up the stairs. Eddie watched as he clumsily fell to knees when Y/N went and placed the gold plastic crown on his head. Eddie had seen Marcus around the school, he was the quiet type, mostly kept to himself. He definitely wasn’t who Eddie expected to Prom King. Eddie watch as he slowly walked over to Chrissy and stood next to her.

“And now it is time for the King and Queen’s to have their first dance,” Y/N announced and the crowd parted, creating a circle. Marcus cleared his throat and turned to Chrissy and lifts out his left hand, Chrissy smiles at him before accepting it. He lead her down the stairs but stopped when Chrissy’s emerald green dressed got caught on her shoe. Marcus quickly bent down and unhooked it before grabbing a piece of the dress and helping Chrissy down the rest of the stairs. Once they were in the centre of the circle, Marcus turned to Chrissy and gulped nervously. Chrissy smiled before placing her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer to him, she reached out and clapped their hands together.

“Sorry if my hand is sweaty,” Marcus whispered and began to sway them side to side. “I’m really nervous,” Chrissy giggled before letting go of his hand and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Me too, Marcus,” Chrissy revealed and Marcus face fell in relief. As the couple danced, Eddie watched as Jason Carver’s stood in the background alone, watching the love of his life laugh in the arms off another. Eddie let out a low laugh as Jason storms out of the hall, the door slamming against the wall but nobody turned to see the commotion, they all stared at the new royal couple dancing in the centre. Y/N slid her arm through Eddie’s when she comes to stand beside him. Eddie bends his head slightly to press a kiss against her head. Both of them watch Marcus and Chrissy dance.

“How the hell does a kid like Marcus become Prom King,” Eddie starts, eyes still watching the couple. “I mean why did they vote for him,”

“They didn’t,” Y/N confirms quietly and Eddie pulls away to look at her. “I did,” Eddie tilted his head.

“You wanna explain a bit more, sweetheart,” Y/N chuckled turning to face him fully before leaning up and wrapping her arms around Eddie’s neck. Instantly, Eddie wrapped his around her waist and begin to slowly sway.

“I mean everyone technically voted for Jason, but someone lost the ballot box and Marcus had the most votes,” Eddie sniggered.

“You mean you lost the ballot box,” Y/N shrugged with a smirk.

“Have you got any evidence, Mr Munson, to prove your theory,” Eddie’s own lips pulled up in a smirk before he leaned down and pressed a kiss against Y/N’s.

“Why Marcus, though?” Eddie questioned and Y/N sighed turning her head back to said couple.

“Because Chrissy likes him,” Y/N confirmed and Eddie’s eyes widen. “He was tutoring her in biology and I don’t know I guess Chrissy saw something in him that she really liked. But she was scared because, you know, she’s popular and he’s not.” Eddie nodded. “I don’t know, I guess I wanted her to have a chance to make a move or something,”

“And you thought making him Prom King would do that?” Eddie chuckled and Y/N glared at him playfully before nodding towards Chrissy and Marcus’s direction.

“Well its working is it not?” Eddie turns back to them and smiles because Y/N’s right: it is working. Chrissy is resting her head on Marcus’s chest, her eyes closed and a content smile on her lips. Marcus rest his own head against hers and seems to be glowing under the disco lights. Eddie turns back to Y/N and grins. “Fine you’re right,” and Y/N beams in triumph. While everyone joins the prom King and Queen dancing, Eddie leans down and whisper in Y/N ear. “Can we get out of here now?” Y/N frowns and looks towards the punch table where Nancy is stationed along with two other Cheerleaders.

“I promised I’d stay and clean up,” Y/N smiles apologetically and Eddie groans, his head fallen against Y/N’s shoulder. He turns his head slightly and begins to press soft kisses against the column of her neck, letting his tongue flick occasionally. Y/N moans quietly before pressing her hands against his chest, halting his movements. “Maybe I can try and get out of it,” Eddie smirked and presses a kiss to her lips.

“Maybe that’d be a good idea,” he agrees. Y/N turns quickly and moves towards the table and leans to whisper something to Nancy. Nancy smirks and turns to look at Eddie before her attention falls back to Y/N. She nods and waves Y/N away but not before playfully winking at her. Y/N rushes back to Eddie, her face flushed pink. “Nancy said it’s fine, I can go but I want to say bye to Chrissy first,” Before Eddie could say anything, Y/N is running in Chrissy direction. Chrissy quickly untangles herself from Marcus before throwing her arms around Y/N hugging her tightly. When the girls finally released each other, Y/N made her way back to Eddie. They both reached for each other at the same time, Eddie wrapping his arm around Y/N waist and Y/N slipping hers around his.

When the rest the front doors of the school, Y/N winced coming to a halt. Eddie turned to her and noticed her rolling her left ankle. Without saying a word, Eddie reached under her, keeping a hand on her back before lifting her up.

“Eddie!” Y/N shrieked, laughter falling from her lips. Eddie let a laugh of his own before using his shoulder to open the school doors. He continues to carry Y/N all the way to his van, her giggling all the way. Once they were inside, Eddie immediately starts the engine and takes off while Y/N is still tugging on her seatbelt, Eddie’s belt was long forgotten.

“Are we in a hurry?” Y/N laughs as Eddie puts his foot down on the accelerator. Eddie doesn’t say anything to her, but a smile tugged at his lips. He drives them for another five minute before he slows down and takes a left into what appears to be a field.

“Okay, I get it,” Y/N begins but then stops when Eddie backs the van up and rotates the van until the front of the van is facing the road the just drove on. Y/N turns back to Eddie, her face scrunched in confusion. “Okay…I don’t get it,” and Eddie laughs before jumping out and motioning her to do the same. The field in front of them is covered in wildflowers, there various different colours. Ranging from purple, red, blue and yellow. Y/N can’t believe the sight in front of her. While Y/N is taking in the view, Eddie has opened the back doors of the van and spreading the blankets over the blow up bed. At the sound of Eddie rustling about, Y/N turns to him and gasps as she sees the set up. Her hand comes up to her mouth in awe and surprise.

“Eddie, what is all of this?” She whispers, her eyes still glued to the blankets and the blow up bed. Eddie didn’t answer, he walked to her and took her hand tugging her to the fort he built for them. As the lay down on the blow up bed, Y/N turns to him. “Seriously, Eddie what is this?” Eddie turns to her with a soft smile.

“Now that prom has finished, I thought we could go back to being us now. You know just chilling, hanging out,” Y/N eyes crinkled as she smiled back.

“You know technically, we were still hanging out even when I was planning prom,” Eddie snorted at her.

“If your definition of hanging out is you writing in that notebook of yours and me strumming my guitar, not speaking, then you might wanna check a dictionary,” Y/N chuckled before they fell silent again. They stared at the stars above them for a few moments before Y/N broke the peaceful silence.

“This is kinda cliché,” Eddie let out loud sigh before siting up, Y/N laughed out an apology as she tried to tug Eddie to lie back down beside her. Y/N curled onto him, laying her head on his chest. “I’m just saying, it’s not very rock n’ roll of you. But I like it,” she whispered the last part before peering up at him. “I like that you show this side of you to me,” Eddie stared at her for a moment before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. Both their lips hold together, Eddie breathes harshly through his nose as he presses his hand against Y/N shoulder. Slowly, Y/N moves back, lying flat against the blow up bed, Eddie hovers over her. Eddie runs his tongue against the seam of Y/N lips and immediately Y/N opens her mouth. As their tongues touch for the first time tonight, Eddie lets out a groan. Y/N’s hand reaches up and fists Eddie hair, the other hand grips his shoulder. Eddie pulls his lips from hers and trails them down her neck, sucking lightly on the skin where her collarbone meets her neck. Y/N lets out a soft sigh, tilting her head further to the right, allowing more room for Eddie. After he was satisfied with the mark he left on her skin, Eddie makes his way back to Y/N lips before pressing his own back to hers. Ever so gently, Eddie lets his hand slowly trail down Y/N’s form, allowing it to land on Y/N covered knee. Without breaking the kiss, Eddie tugs at the dress but it doesn’t budge. Pulling his lips away, he leans back and peers at Y/N. She pulls herself onto her elbows and watches Eddie’s hand hover over her left knee.

“Can I?” Eddie whispers, his nose nudge Y/N’s cheek. A quick nod and Eddie pulls the dress up until it is bunged around Y/N’s waist flashing a pair of cotton white panties. Quickly, Eddie makes his way down Y/N body stopping between her thighs. He presses quick wet kisses to her thighs, pulling soft sighs from Y/N. Eddie lift his head slightly, hooking both his index fingers in the top of her panties before he began to gently tug them down. Y/N lifts her hips, allowing the material to slip down her legs completely before her thighs parted once again, barring herself to Eddie.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breaths, his eyes glued to her heat, the area surrounded by patches of hair and glistened under the moonlight. Gently, Eddie lowered himself down until he was directly above her clit. Inhaling, Eddie flick out his tongue, licking up from her entrance to her clit in full swipe. Y/N gasps loudly above him, bucking her hips. Eddie chuckles and pushes her hips down and holds them there as he continues to flick his tongue.

“Eddie!” Y/N whimpers, her hands gripping the blanket till its wrinkled between her fists. Eddie begins to feel an ache in his tongue which causes him to slow his movement and wrap his lips around the bundle of nerves. He sucked her clit hard causing Y/N to let out a strangled cry, her hands leaving the blanket and finding his hand which she tugs at hard. Eddie moans at a particular hard tug and releases the bud, moving to use his tongue again. This went on for another few minutes until Eddie notices how ragged Y/N’s breathing has become and how loud she was getting. Releasing one of her hips, Eddie brought his hand to her entrance and began slowly inserting a finger.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her breath hitching. Just then her back arched and a long moan tore from her throat. Eddie groaned as he felt her walls flutter around his finger, the sudden tightness created difficulty for Eddie to keep moving his finger. Once the blissful high had slowly faded away, Y/N reached down and tugged at Eddie’s hair, trying to get him to pull away from her now sensitive core. Eddie pressed a kiss to each of her thighs before climbing his way back to her. Y/N reaches up and connected their lips, moaning at the lingering taste on Eddie tongue. She pulled away, breathing heavily.

“I want to go back to yours,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. Eddie stared at her for a moment, his thumb rubbing along the swell of her cheeks.

“You sure?” He questions and Y/N quickly nods, kissing him one more time. Eddie pushes off Y/N and quickly climbs into the driver seat, Y/N pulls the van doors shut before following Eddie and climbing into the passenger seat. As soon as Y/N is seated, Eddie quickly turns on the engine and swerves out of the field on back on the road.

It took nearly twenty minutes to arrive back at Eddie’s trailer, the entire time Y/N was rubbing her thighs together. Eddie spotted her thighs clenching together when he pulled up outside his trailer. As soon as Eddie had turned off the engine, Y/N was climbing over the gear stick and into his lap. Eddie let out a startled moan when her lips roughly crashed against his. An arm wrapped her waist, tugging her closer and instantly Y/N began grinding against Eddie’s hard length. Her hips moved back and forth, both of them breathing harshly into each others mouths when Y/N dragged both of Eddie’s hands and placed them over her covered breasts. Eddie squeezed them which caused Y/N’s head to fall back in ecstasy.

“Y/N,” Eddie rasped, drawing her attention back to his brown eyes. “If we’re going to do this, I’d rather do it on my bed,” Y/N huffed out a short laugh before agreeing. Y/N pushes the door open and slid out, Eddie following behind her. Quickly, the pair sped walked towards the front door, Eddie pulling the key from his pocket. While Eddie fiddles around with trying to put a key in the lock, Y/N leans up, wrapping her arms around his waist, attaching her lips to the corner of his neck. An electric tingle shoots down Eddie's spine to his fingertips. He shudders as Y/N places another kiss to the skin.

“Sweetheart, I’m trying really hard to concentrate here,” He groans and Y/N giggles pulling away. Without her distracting him, Eddie is quick to get the key into the lock and push the door open. Eddie enters first, looking towards the small living area, scanning for his Uncle even though he knows he’s at work on the night shift. Turning back around, Y/N is shutting the front door softly before her eyes connect with his. She takes a step towards him and all of the sudden reality kicks in.

“You want something to drink?” Eddie splutters out, moving towards the kitchen not waiting for a response from Y/N. He opens the fridge and pulls out a can of coke. He slams it on the table and turns to Y/N. “No? Maybe some food, I can make a sandwich or-”

“Eddie,” Y/N cuts him off, her voice soft. He sighs before running a hand through his unruly hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m nervous,” Y/N frowns at him while walking over and placing a hand on his bicep.

“I’m nervous too, Eddie,” She confesses and Eddie smiles slightly.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Of course, this is a big deal,” Eddie nods and wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers. Y/N eyes him for a moment before saying, “we don’t have to if you aren’t ready,”

“No I do,” Eddie reassures her, “but I’m scared incase I fuck it up,”

Y/N shakes her head and lets out a breathy laugh. “Then we’ll fuck up together…literally,” Eddie snorted before pulling her into his arms. Y/N sighs before snuggling into his chest more. Bending down slightly, Eddie presses a kiss to her head. Pulling back, Y/N takes Eddie’s hand and tugs him gently towards his bedroom, Eddie follows along tripping over his feet, drawing a laugh from Y/N.

Once inside the room, Y/N pushing the door closed before placing her hand on Eddie’s chest and pushing him gently until his back hits the door. Stepping up on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck before brushing her lips against his. Eddie leaned in further, pushing his lips against hers, applying more pressure before wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N tilts her head, deepening the kiss until their lips smack together harshly. Eddie’s hands travel up Y/N waist, over her arms and up past her shoulders until they grip her face. Pushing himself off the door, he begins to guide Y/N towards the bed. They stumble over discarded clothes, giggling into each others mouths until the back of Y/N’s knees hit the bed. Pulling away from each other, Y/N takes a seat on the edge of the bed and Eddie crouches down. He pulls Y/N left leg towards him and begins to unbuckle her stiletto heel, pressing kisses to her ankle as he does. He moves onto her other leg, doing the same until both heels lay disregarded behind them. Eddie’s eyes trail back up; Y/N lay propped on her elbows, her chest rising and falling quickly. He flashes her a smirk, before pulling up the skirt of her dress and disappearing under it. Y/N let out a squeal when Eddie’s lips wrapped themselves around her bud. He ran his tongue along her slit, down to her entrance and back up before suckling on her clit again.

“Eddie,” she gasps, trying to grip her the edge of her dress so she could see him. “Please, I-I need you,” Eddie pulls away and peeks out from under her skirt.

“But you have me,” he chuckles, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Not like that,” she grumbles, flopping back on the bed. Eddie chuckles again before standing up. Once again, Y/N pops herself on her elbows, watching as Eddie begins to unbutton his shirt. The shirt falls down his arms and onto the floor, exposing his pale skin that is littered with small tattoos.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you shirtless,” Y/N whispers, her eyes roaming over the newly exposed flesh. Eddie feels his skin warm under her stare.

“And…do you like w-what you see?” He mutters, he voice unsure. He peers down at his body and for first time ever, Eddie felt insecure. He didn’t have a six pack like Jason did, his stomach wasn’t completely flat and he was probably more hairy than him as well. Y/N’s eyes fluttered back to him, a smile appeared on her lips. It was sultry and seductive. She scooted over to the edge of the bed, her hands reaching out to touch the skin of his stomach. Y/N caresses him, her hands trailing up and down.

“You’re perfect,” she whispers, bending slightly to press her lips against his left hip. Eddie lets out a shuttered breath, relief floods him. Eddie pushes her back against the bed again before leaning over her and connecting their lips. Y/N’s hands grip his hips, her fingers hooking on the loops as she tugs him to her. She opens her legs wide, allowing him to fit in as her tongue plays with his. Y/N pulls away, her eyes gazing into his. She hand reaches up and tugs at her dress. Eddie pulls back, falling onto his side, allowing Y/N to sit up. Quickly, she climbs to her feet and reaches up at her side and begin trailing her zip down until her lavender dress falls down at her feet. Eddie sucks in a breath as he gazes at Y/N in nothing but her lingerie. As Y/N reaches behind her and undo her bra, Eddie pulls himself into a sitting position before dragging Y/N into his lap. Pulling the bra away and tossing it to the side, Eddie makes eye contact with her bare breasts. Her nipples pebble into hard nubs under the cold air and Eddie groans loudly before bending down and pulling one of the nipples between his lips and sucking hard. Y/N throws her head back, her breath hitching in her throat. Licking all the way around her breast, not leaving a patch of skin untouched, Eddie switches over to the other breast and repeats. Y/N grips his hair, tugging at hard, her hips moving back and forth, emitting another moan from Eddie. Another hard tug and Eddie is pulled away from her breast. Y/N is heaving as she peers done at him, her eyes glistening under the light.

“I can’t wait, Eddie,” she breaths, bending down and pressing a kiss to his red lips. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.” Flipping her over until she’s on her back, Eddie bounces to his feet and unbuttons his trousers before tugging them and his boxers down his leg and throwing them across the room. Y/N lifts up her hips, hooking both her index fingers into the band of her panties before sliding them down her legs. Eddie watches the movement, his hand reaching for his length, giving it two hard tugs. Y/N’s eyes fall on to his cock, the movement of Eddie’s hand makes her wall clench around nothing, fresh essence gathers around her entrance. Eddie curses as realisation washes over him, a hand runs over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N whispers, fear in her tone. Eddie huffs before taking a seat next to her.

“I left the condom in the van,” Eddie mutters, cursing himself internally for being an idiot and running the mood once again. Y/N is quiet for a moment before reaching over, her hand clasping around his dick. The sudden touch causes Eddie’s hips to jerk, thrusting upwards.

“I’m on the pill,” Y/N admits, her eyes focusing on the movement of her hand. She squeezes slighting, a moan falls from Eddie’s lips. Y/N eyes fall back to Eddie and she smiles at him. “I want all of you Eddie.” Her hand leaves him when Eddie moves to hover over her. Their lips find each other again, hands caressing each others skin before Eddie reaches down and run a hand along Y/N’s heat and felt the wetness gathered there. He reaches for his cock and runs the her wetness along the length before dragging the tip along her slit, gathering more of the natural lubricant. He swirls his dick around one more time before placing the tip of his cock against her entrance. Eddie looks up at Y/N, her chest raising and falling, her eyes dark with want. She nods at him and Eddie inhales as he slowly pushes forward. Instantly, her walls grip him, the warmth and wetness make his hips stutter. Y/N lets out a long exhale, her hands gripping his shoulders, leaving red indents with her nails. Eddie halts his hips for a moment, allowing Y/N to adjust. He kisses around her neck and collarbone, pulling harsh breaths from Y/N. Moving further down, Eddie wraps his lips around her left nipple suckling on it once more. The action causes Y/N to clench involuntary around his dick. Eddie thrusts forward slightly on a groan, his voice vibrating around Y/N’s nipple drawing a moan from her.

“Move, Eddie,” she whispers against his ear. Slowly, Eddie pulls himself up onto his hands, and began retracting his length from her until just the tip nudge her entrance. Eddie pushes back in and begins moving his hips in soft strokes. His lips connect with Y/N once more, capturing her breathy moans. He feels her left hand trail down from his shoulder, running along the length of his arms until her hand slips beneath them. Her fingers brushes against his length, causing Eddie to jolt, before they reached their destination on her bud. Eddie peers down and watches as her fingers swirl around her clit, slowly but hard enough that her walls clamp around Eddie tighter. Eddie’s eyes watch as his length leaves her heat for a second, it is coated in her wetness. A white glob has formed around the base of Eddie’s cock, the sight of it make Eddie’s whole body tingle and melt like butter. He couldn’t believe he was the one getting to experience her like this, feeling her like this. He pushes his length back and instead of the slow grinding pace he once held, he began to pound into her. Eddie grips ahold of Y/N’s thighs, pushing them up slightly and holding them to his chest. His hips began an erratic pace, causing his eyes to shut in pleasure. Y/N’s once breathy moans were now at a high octave. She still circled her clit but this time she was pushing down harder.

“Oh my God, Eddie,” she managed to breathe out. Her whole body was tingling, heat collecting at the base of her stomach. It continued to pulse, getting tighter and tighter until Y/N couldn’t hold it anymore. She didn’t get a chance to warn Eddie as the orgasm washed over her. Her hands grips the duvet as her back arched. Eddie groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening until finger indents appeared on the skin. He thrusts four more times, slamming into her convulsing heat, before he freezes. His balls clench as he empties himself into her channel before he slumps down on top of her.

“I love you,” he groans into her shoulder, pressing hard kisses to the skin. Y/N giggles, the fog of pleasure finally lifting.

“I love you too,” she whispers into his ear, pushing back his hair. Eddie smiles blissfully into her shoulder, rubbing his nose along her length of neck when the words hit him. He pulls back quickly, his eyes wide as he peers down at her.

“You what?!” He yelps which causes Y/N to laugh even more. Eddie studies her for a moment, she was sweaty, her once tamed her was erratic. Little wisps of hair stuck to her forehead and her neck. But she was beautiful, especially with the post sex glow radiating off her which he created.

“I love you, you idiot,” she laughed and Eddie smiled so wide before grabbing a hold of her cheeks and roughly pressing their lips together. Eddie pulled back and quickly ran to the bathroom.

“Eddie?” He heard her call out, her voice dripping with confusion. He grabs a rag and runs it under warm water before skipping back into his room. Y/N is propped up on her elbows, beautifully naked. Her skin glistering under the lights making Eddie stop in his tracks. He lets an groan that was almost animalistic. He felt his flaccid dick bob slightly as all the blood once again began to rush to his dick. The action drew Y/N’s eyes to the lower part of his body and Eddie watches a she gulps. Making his way over to her, he pushes her down gently until she’s flat on the bed again. He nudges her legs making them fall open, Eddie inhales sharply as his eyes view the flushed pink flesh of Y/N’s core. He watches as her lips clench around nothing, pushing out the white sticky liquid. Eddie’s eyes trail the liquid as it slides slowly down to Y/N’s ass. Groaning, Eddie falls to his knees, the rag disregarded on the bed as he tongue lick up the conjoined juices.

“Ewww, Eddie!” Y/N squeals and Eddie chuckles darkly before licking at her entrance again. He peers back up at her, a cocky smile on his face.

“You love it,” he states and Y/N nods, her eyes dazed with lust.

“I do…I love you,” she breaths and that’s all it took for Eddie to climb back up over her body and connecting their bodies once more.

The sun shone like a spotlight through Eddie’s curtain, blearing directly onto Eddie’s face. He let out a groan and tries to roll over but the movement causes more pressure on his bladder. Sighing, Eddie pulled himself into a seating position a runs a hand through his unruly hair. He gets up and moves towards the bathroom, his eyes still glued shut with sleep, when his hip barges off the chest of drawers, knocking off a few items. Eddie’s eyes snap open as he peers at the girl in his bed, she stirs for a moment before turning over. Letting out a sigh of relief, Eddie bends down and picks up the cans of deodorant and a notebook before hurrying out the room and into the hall. He places the notebook and can on the kitchen cabinet before stumbling into the bathroom. Once he was finished, he wandered back into the kitchen and decided to try and make breakfast. After looking through the fridge four times, he resulted to just making scrambled egg and toast. Turning on the hob, Eddie spots the notebook he left on the counter. It was Y/N’s, the one she was writing in when she was planning prom. He picked up and spotted hearts drawing on the corner of the cover and her initials and EM written inside them. Eddie chuckles, a warm feeling appearing in his stomach. He moves the notebook to the side when he spots a piece of paper hanging out the bottom, he goes to tuck it in when he notices the logo. It the logo of University of California. Frowning, Eddie pulls out the letter, a cold feeling appearing in his chest.

Dear, Miss Y/L/N

Congratulations! It is with great pleasure that I inform you of your acceptance to the business programme at the University of California.

Eddie felt his heart shatter as his eyes flutter to the top of the page. The letter was sent three weeks ago. The whole time she was planning on leaving, leaving him. Eddie quickly shoves the letter back into her notebook, the paper crumpling slightly due to the force. He paces up and down his small kitchen, running a hand through his hair. Was she ever going to tell him? That thought kept echoing around his head. Graduation was two weeks away and Eddie was sure of one thing, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. It was something he didn’t think of, he just assumed he’d be still going to school, playing shows at the Hideout, living in Uncle Wayne’s trailer. But now that he thought about, things were gonna change, even if he didn’t want them too. The guys at Hellfire, Jeff and Gareth they probably have places at college or university too. They were going to leave, make something of themselves, forget all about Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. Henderson and Wheeler - there was no doubt in his mind those guys were going to be big somewhere in the world of science. And Y/N…she was going to shine, somewhere in the big city. She would have a big house, with a porch so she could sit in the sun and read her books. She’d probably have three kids who adore her and a husband that works in a big fancy company, earning the big bucks. A man she’d be proud to call hers. She deserved that, all of it. Clearing his throat and blinking away the tears that suddenly formed, he straightened up as he heard the bedroom door creak open.

“Morning,” Y/N yawned, walking around the kitchen counter wearing nothing but Eddie’s Hellfire shirt. She wraps her arms around his waist and pushes up on her toes and presses a kiss to Eddie’s lips. Eddie froze, his heart hammering in his chest and his hands slowly pushed her away. He knew what he was about to do would break her heart, probably shatter it into a million pieces. But he had to do it, it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t hold her hostage even though he loved her, it wasn’t fair. Y/N deserved a life outside of Hawkins, something he couldn’t give her. She peered up at him, immediately sensing something was wrong.

“What is it?” For a moment, Eddie thought about lying, saying he was fine. Be selfish and pull her back into his arms. But he knew eventually it would all blow up in his face. He nudges his head towards her notebook, which still lay on the countertop.

“When were you gonna tell me?” At first Y/N looked confused before realisation filled her eyes. She let out a small laugh and shook her head.

“Oh that. That’s nothing. My Mom wasn’t happy when I told her I wasn’t going to apply for any colleges or universities so she opted to apply on my behalf. I’m not going to California,” Relief flooded Eddie for a moment before he became confused.

“Wait what? What do you mean you’re not going to college or university?” Y/N took a step back and folded her arms.

“I’m staying here in Hawkins,” she stated, her head tilted to the side. “With you,” she added and Eddie felt his whole body tense. She was giving up her life for him. Rapidly, Eddie began shaking his head. Y/N frowns watching him have a break down.

“No, no, no, no. You can’t,” he began muttering under his breath, his hand gripping his hair in tight fists. Y/N goes to reach for him but Eddie pushes her away, her back hits the cabinet with his force. It didn’t hurt, well physically, but it did shock Y/N.

“Eddie!” She yelps, reaching out again and gripping his arm. “It’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” Eddie shook her off, storming past her and into the small living area.

“It is a big deal, Y/N!” He growls out, flopping down on the couch, his head falling into his hands. “You’re ruining your life if you stay here,” he manages to grit out. Y/N takes a deep breath and slowly walks to the living areas until she’s standing in front of him.

“But I want to stay here,” She folds her arms, her bare feet toeing at the carpet. “I want to stay here with you,” Eddie feels his heart crack in his chest.

“You can’t,” he mutters, his eyes glued to the floor. Nausea travels up his throat but he swallows it down. Y/N let out a confused chuckle and Eddie finally looks up at her. Her eyebrows are pinched together, her eyes wide almost fearful. It’s killing Eddie knowing he’s the one that making her feel afraid. That he’s breaking her heart.

“Why not?” She questioned, her voice quiet, hesitant. Eddie takes a deep breath and looks up at her.

“Because there’s no future for us,” Y/N goes to object but Eddie cuts her off, his voice harsh. “Come on, Y/N, wake up! You’re all happy now but what happens in a few years when you see all your friends getting degrees, big jobs, getting married…having babies,” he swallows as he watches Y/N’s face drop. “you'll look at your life and wonder where the fuck you went wrong,” Y/N shakes her head but Eddie isn’t finished. “Instead of the white picket fence, you’ll have a trailer and instead of the hard working husband, you’ll have me selling drugs to minors to pay our bills. Don’t you see, Y/N, everything you’ve dreamed of you can’t have with me. We don’t have a future, not together anyway,” Y/N stares at him for a moment, tears slipping down her cheeks but she doesn’t cry. She just stares at him.

“Have you ever asked what I want?” She whispers, her voice hoarse. “Have you ever once asked what my dreams are? Because if you did, you’d know I don’t want a big house or the big fancy job, because that’s all fake anyway. I want something real, Eddie. I want to come home after a shitty day and sit and listen to you talk about Hellfire, not come home and have my husband,” she spat the word husband at him, “demand I go cook his dinner or see to our kids because he’s too busy with his friends or watching football to do it himself. And I don’t want a big fancy job, I want to be a planner. I want to plan birthday parties o-or weddings. A-And I don’t need a stupid degree to tell me otherwise. That’s what I fucking want Eddie. I want all that with you, but clearly I was an idiot for thinking you wanted the same thing,” Before Eddie could say anything, Y/N stormed into his bedroom and throw off his shirt and began tugging on her underwear, then her dress. Eddie slowly followed her, his heart racing in his chest. Y/N begins tugging at the zip, trying to pull it up but it’s stuck. Eddie reaches forward to help but Y/N slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch me, I don’t need your help,” He winces and takes a step back. Eventually, the dress is zipped and Y/N bends and grabs her bag and makes way for the door but Eddie grabs ahold of her arm.

“P-Please, Y/N, we need to talk about this,” Eddie stutters, his voice cracking as the reality of the situation became clear. He fucked up and now he’s going to lose her for good. Y/N shrugs his hand off, her back still to him. She hesitates before turning around, her eyes rimmed with tears.

“What is there to talk about Eddie? You’re right there isn’t a future for us, we both want different things,” Eddie quickly shakes his head.

“No that’s not true,” Y/N lets out a bitter laugh.

“Really? Then what the hell is this about huh? Why did you freak out when I said I wanted to stay here with you? If you love me like you said you do, that wouldn’t have scared you,”

“I do love you, Y/N!” Eddie’s voice cracks, his legs shaking beneath him. Y/N looks at him distraught, she shakes her head once.

“Clearly not enough for you to picture a life together,” Eddie groans, his head falling into his hands.

“You’re only 18, Y/N! You don’t know what you want,” Eddie tries to reason but Y/N just scoffs before her index finger begins to stab Eddie in the chest.

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel!” She growled out, “I know what I want, who I want and if you’re too scared then that’s on you Eddie. But don’t try and put this on me. I may be young but what I feel for you, I doubt I feel it for anyone else.” She breath heavily after the end of declaration. Y/N leans her head back against the trailer door and shuts her eyes before opening them and focusing on Eddie. The tears on her cheeks have long dried now and she doesn’t look as heartbroken, in fact, she just looks numb. Indifferent now. “I think we need space…a timeout, to see what we really want,”

I know what I want! Eddie wants to scream but it’s like he’s lost all the ability to speak so he just nods. Y/N stands up straight and turns and opens the door. Eddie watches as she walks down the stairs, her long lavender gown flowing behind her. She never once looks back, just keeps walking forward until she’s just a purple speck in the distance.

For days all Eddie did was drink in his bedroom. Dustin and the rest of Hellfire tried visiting him but he never opened the door. Eventually, Uncle Wayne busted his way into his room and found him passed out on the bed, bottles of beer scattered on the floor beside the bed.

“God give me strength,” Uncle Wayne mutter before stalking into the bathroom and filling up a cup of freezing cold water before waltzing back into Eddie’s room and pouring it over the boys head. Eddie bounces up with a gasp, before falling off the bed and landing on the bottles with groan. “Get up shithead, it’s graduation day,” And with that Uncle Wayne leave his room. Eddie sat on the floor for a moment, the feeling of dread and the echoes of an a hangover washed over him. If he attended the graduation he’d see Y/N and a part of him was dreading it but there was a part of him that was desperate to see her. Pulling himself off the floor, he stumbles over the bottles. He clutches his head as a throbbing pain appeared around his temples. Uncle Wayne sits at the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.

“Better get coffee down you before the big day,” He nods to the steaming cup of coffee sitting on the counter, directly in front of Eddie. Eddie notices a packet on ibuprofen next to the mug, he quickly pops out two pills and throws them in his mouth before chugging back the coffee. Placing the mug back down, a black suit hanging by the window catches his eyes.

“Where’d you get that?” Eddie questioned, nodding towards the freshly pressed suit. Uncle Wayne looked at it for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the newspaper.

“It was mine,” was all he said. Eddie gaped at his Uncle for a moment before clearing his throat.

“And why do you have a suit?” Eddie pressed. Uncle Wayne looked up at him with a deadpan expression.

“Why the hell do ya think, boy? I may not have done much in my life to show it, but I did graduate high school,” Eddie snickered at Wayne’s dig. The older man looks at the watch on his wrists and lets out a sigh. “You better get a move on and get ready or you’ll be late,” He nods towards the suit hanging up.

“Umm…thing is, I’m not gonna go,” Eddie stammered out and Uncle Wayne spat out his coffee. Eddie winced, scratching the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean you’re not going?” Uncle Wayne spluttered and Eddie sighed.

“What’s the point?” He muttered under his breath but Uncle Wayne heard him loud and clear.

“What’s the point? Eddie it took you 3 years, longer than an average student, to get here. But you did and that’s something to celebrate,” Eddie’s heart warmed at his Uncle’s words but Y/N’s betrayed face appeared in his mind, vanishing the warmth feeling and instead Eddie felt cold again.

“I can’t,” Eddie whispers, he feels his throat tighten and his eyes blur. “I can’t see her,” Uncle Wayne sighs before closing the newspaper over and standing up.

“Now I’m not going to pretend I know what happened between the two of you but I am going to offer my insights as someone who have see the two of you together. Yes, the two of you are complete polar opposites but there is something there that works. She’s get you and you get her, not many people get that and especially at your age.” Eddie shakes his head and sniffs.

“Well it’s over. I told her we don’t have a future, not together anyway,” Eddie admits and Uncle Wayne stares at him for moment but he lets out a hum.

“Ahh…good old fear of commitment,” Uncle Wayne states and Eddie scoffs before folding his arms.

“No it’s not,” Uncle Wayne chuckled.

“Mhmm, right,” Eddie is silent for a moment before his shoulders fall down.

“You’re right, I got scared. I-I saw a letter from a university in California, she got in. And I just freaked out. I’d always assumed, I think, that she’d leave, you know eventually. But then she said she wasn’t going and I freaked even more. I accused her of throwing her life away to be with me, that she’d wake up one day and look at her life and see that this isn’t the life she wanted for herself. Then she’ll blame me and eventually that love she felt will turn into hate,”

“Y/N isn’t your Mom, Eddie,” Uncle Wayne said tentatively, reaching out and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes it. “She’s not just gonna walk out when things get tough, and if the last 4 months have taught you anything is that she’s just as stubborn as you. It’s okay to be scared, this is a big thing, sharing not only your life with a person but also letting them into your head as well. I’m not gonna tell you what to do, son, but I know one thing; you’ll hate yourself for the rest of your life if you don’t at least try and patch things up,” Eddie looks up with watery eyes and before he knew it he’s pulled Uncle Wayne into a bone crushing hug. “Don’t let your Mom ruined your life even more than she’s already done,” Wayne whispers into the crook of Eddie’s neck before squeezing hims just as tight.

Uncle Wayne parked the truck in the parking lot, Eddie’s leg was bouncing rapidly in the passenger seat.

“What if she doesn’t talk to me,” Eddie mutters and Wayne let out a breath before pulling out a cigarette.

“Then you chase after her until she does,” Eddie looks at his Uncle before nodding and climbs out of the truck. Quickly, he makes his way towards the school door, barely registering that this will be the last time he ever steps foot through those doors, his mind was solely on Y/N. He races towards the hall when a voice stops him.

“Edward Munson, you and I need to talk!” Turning around he sees an angry Chrissy Cunningham stalking towards him. She wore a floral dress which did not match her mood as she storm up to him and began stabbing him in the chest with her finger - much like her best friend had done. “What the hell are you playing at! How could you! After everything, you just decided you don’t want to be together anymore! What kind of dickhead are you!” Eddie grabs a hold of her hand, halting her assault.

“A very sorry one!” Eddie breaths out and Chrissy’s face softens. “I got scared and I know that’s no excuse but…I thought it was for the best but I was wrong, totally, completely, utterly wrong. I-I just need to talk to her, please, Chrissy,” Eddie pleaded, his eyes wide and begging. Chrissy sighed before looking to the roof.

“The last time I saw her was in the auditorium signing yearbooks,” Eddie lets out a squeal and picks Chrissy up, hugging her. “Okay, okay, put me down!” Eddie does so and Chrissy shoots him a playful glare, “but I’m warning you Munson, this is the last time I help you. If you break her heart again, I’ll rip you balls off and shove them down your throat, got it?” Eddie gulps before nodding quickly.

“Yeah I got it,” he rasps before pressing a quick kiss to the blonde girl’s cheek and shoots off towards the auditorium. Eddie doesn’t think twice as he slams open the doors causing students to jump, including Y/N. She stood next to Nancy in a sky blue dress. As soon as there eyes meet, her face falls. She turns to Nancy and mutters something before quickly moving towards Eddie. His heart hammers in his chest and he opens his mouth to speak but the words falter as she pushes past him. Eddie turns and runs after her.

“Y/N wait!” He all but yelps but Y/N ignores him. “Please Y/N! I need to talk to you,”

“Go away Eddie, please,” She begs, still hurrying away from him but Eddie is faster. He grabs a hold of her arm but Y/N is quick to yank away for him, turning her head and shooting him a glare. Eddie stops watching her figure stalk away down the corridor, much like she done the morning after prom.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie called out, his voice raw. Y/N stops in her track, her back stiff. Eddie takes the chance and moves slowly towards. “I know I fucked up, I fucked up so bad but I thought I was doing the right thing,” Y/N whirls around, her hands curled in tight fists, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“You thought breaking my heart was the right thing to do?!” She screeches and Eddie winces. “So, you thought telling me there is no future between us would make things better. For you or for me? Because if you thought it would make things better for me, you’re sadly mistaken!” Eddie stutters and Y/N growls before turning and storming away, her cap clenched in her fists.

“Please Y/N, I’m trying to explain,” he begs, running after to her. Once again, Y/N spins around and pushes his chest.

“I don’t need you to explain anything!” She growls, slapping his chest until Eddie grabs her hands, halting the assault. “I get it! You freaked out! The thought of us becoming serious, scared you into pushing me away. Did I leave anything out?” Eddie let go of her hands and Y/N took a step back.

“You’re right,” Eddie agreed, “I did freak out. For the past two years, all my life consisted of was school, Hellfire and the band. I never thought of anything else. I never thought about graduating or the possibility of going to college because…I guess because everyone expected me to end up to being a failure. So, I just gave up, you know. I thought what’s the point in planning a future, if I’m just gonna end up disappointed. And for a long time, I believed that…until I met you.” Y/N looked up at him then, tears slipping down her cheeks. “When I think about my future, it’s you and me together, always.” Eddie took a step towards her and reach for her hands, Y/N didn’t pull away. “And instead of feeling scared, I actually feel excited. I obviously know we’re gonna fight like cats and dogs but I’m up for it. I’m up for anything as long as it’s with you,” Y/N let out a laugh that sounded like a sob. Quickly bending down, Eddie kisses the tears of her cheeks before whispering, “I’m really sorry Y/N.” She nods and Eddie gathers her into his arms. “I love you so much…that’s why I freaked out. Because I thought you’d have a better future if I let you go,”

“I told you I wasn’t planning on going to California,” Y/N whispers and Eddie feels a stab of guilt as he remembers the argument in the trailer. “I want to stay here in Hawkins with you,” Y/N pulls away and stares up at him with red rimmed eyes. “I don’t want to be anywhere else, Eddie.”

“I know and I’m sorry for disregarding your feelings. I think…I think I have a lot of trauma from my Mom leaving that I haven’t, you know, thought about and it just hit me like a train. And I know that’s not an excuse or whatever but I just needed you to know that I want to get help for it,” Y/N smiled at him softly before reaching up and hugging him. “But I need you by my side, like every single day, and I’m not even kidding,” Y/N giggled into the crook of his neck. “I’m just sorry that I hurt you,”

“I know, but we’ll figure it out, we always do,” Eddie pulls back and presses a kiss to her lips.

“It’s weird, you know, knowing this will be the last time I’ll be in this place,” Eddie comments and Y/N hums. “I think part of me is gonna miss it,”

“Me too,” Y/N agrees, staring at the row of lockers a head before turning to Eddie. “But it’s just another chapter in our lives, there’s more to come,” Eddie smiled before reaching out and grasping a hold of Y/N’s left hand, he begins to tug her towards the hall.

“Let’s go baby, I’ve got a principle to flip off!” Y/N lets out a laugh before jogging to keep up with him.

Y/N watches at Eddie saunters up to the stage, swiping the rolled up diploma from Principle Higgins hands and shoves his middle finger in the old mans face before scurrying down the stairs and running towards the exit to the hall.

“Sweetheart! I’ll get you at the parking lot!” He yells over his shoulder, throwing his hat behind him. Y/N is laughing so hard she’s clutching her stomach as she watches her boyfriend run like his life depends on it. Uncle Wayne lets out a grunt, putting down the VHS and shaking his head.

“That boy is going to send me to an early grave, I swear,” he grumbles and Y/N sniggers.

“Think someone should have told him that the gown was a rental. He has to bring it back,” Wayne lets out another groan. Both of them watch Eddie’s cloaked figure sprint until he turns he’s out the door. “They’re not getting that gown back are they?” Y/N questions and Wayne shakes his head.

“No, I don’t think so,” Y/N lets out a soft sigh and smile softly. Wayne turns to face her, “you’ve got your whole life to put up with that,”

“I know, I can’t wait,” Wayne let out a chuckled and the pair make their way to parking lot. Y/N clutches her diploma in her hand, her own gown hanging off the crook of her arm, . As she steps out of the hall, she follows Uncle Wayne towards the entrance but stops as she spots a new photograph in Hawkins High Cabinet of achievement. There on the top left is a photograph of her, Chrissy, Nancy, Linda and Kathleen and underneath written in bold ‘1986s Prom Committee’ along with their names. It wasn’t the photograph of herself that made her froze but the figure perched behind her, fingers pointed in the air like devil horns and a wide smile. Eddie had somehow creep up behind them. The soft smile on Y/N’s lips grew as her eyes wander over to her locker, a memory of their first kiss flashings in front her. The kiss that started it all.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you okay?” Uncle Wayne’s voice brought her out of her thoughts. She turns to him with a smile and nods.

It was strange to think their years at high school was finally over when it hadn't seemed that long ago that they had just begun. Four years ago we believed that high school would never end, that we would be stuck here forever. But it did end, eventually. And now that it is done, there is a weird bittersweet feeling. Y/N thinks back to when she entered high school and cringes. How different she was then and yet there was a sense of pride bubbling in Y/N’s stomach. She had survived the terror of high school and somehow found love along the way. A love that she found without meaning to. And perhaps that’s the best kind of love; the one that you don’t see coming.

Leaving through the school doors was both exhilarating and exciting. This adventure is over, Y/N turns back at the school before turning her gaze to the parking lot, her eyes immediately found that grey van. A beaming smile appeared as she spots long dark curly hair hanging out the window. And now, Y/N thought as she spot Eddie hanging out the passenger seat window, waving his hands at her and Wayne. I’m ready for another adventure now.

EPILOGUE

5 Years Later

Eddie had never seen so many roses in the one place. They irritated his nose and he’s lost count how many times he’s had wipe his watery eyes. But all thoughts leave his mind Y/N walks slowly towards him, a bouquet of red roses in her hands. She beams when she spots him at the altar and Eddie can hardly breath. Her gown is a soft pink, the colour of early morning sun rise. She comes to stand in front of him and Eddie reaches out a hand which she accepts before joining him on the step. Eddie is quick to wrap his arm around her waist, tugging her to him. Then the crowd rose to their feet as the doors open. Y/N inhale sharply, Eddie peaks down at her, his own smile appearing on his lips as he watches Y/N dab away a stray tear. There standing at the entrance, wearing a large puffy white dress is Chrissy Cunningham. Who was about to become Mrs Chrissy Gardner. Marcus stood beside Eddie, like Y/N, wiping tears from under his glasses.

“She looks beautiful,” Y/N whispers and Eddie bends down and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“All thanks to you, baby,” Y/N nudges him playfully with her elbow. Chrissy slowly makes her way down the aisle, hanging on tightly to her dad’s arm. Her smile is as bright as the sun, her eyes not moved from Marcus. Chrissy’s dad leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek before gently leading her to Marcus’s outstretched hand. As though he couldn’t help himself, Marcus leaned over and quickly pressed a kiss to Chrissy lips. The crowd all awwd.

The ceremony went beautifully and there were a lot of tears, happy one’s though. Y/N and Eddie sit at the top table watching Chrissy and Marcus have their first dance. Y/N leans her head on Eddie’s shoulder, sighing blissfully, finally relaxing.

“You did good, baby,” Eddie praised, kissing the top of her head. Y/N hummed, snuggling into him further.

“I’m just so glad it’s done and everything went perfect,” Y/N sat up slightly, frowning as she rubbed her stomach, the action caused Eddie’s eyebrows to crease.

“You okay?” Y/N quickly nodded but the frown was still on her lips. “You sure?”

“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick. Definitely had too much cake,” Eddie relaxed slightly and smiled.

“Yeah well you did have two big pieces,” Y/N looked at him offended before slapping him gently on the chest.

“They were not big, they were reasonable sized,” Eddie snorted and dodged another slap. She turned back to the happy couple and bit her lip before her eyes found Eddie again. “Do you think it’d be rude if we left now?” Eddie also looked at Chrissy and Marcus, slowly dancing, lost in their own world.

“Nah, after everything, I think Chrissy would understand. After all, you did make her dream wedding come to life,” Y/N giggled and stood up, Eddie following her. On their way out, Y/N make eye contact with Chrissy, who was still dancing, she quickly waved and Chrissy blew her a kiss and mouthed a ‘thank you.’

The drive home was fairly quick now that Eddie and Y/N had finally moved into to their new home. A small cottage by the end of the lane. The house had been abandoned and was left to rot but Y/N always found it charming. It was small, like a cottage, with a big garden and a porch. A little last year, Eddie had gotten a call from a book editor in New York who wanted to publish his book, The Dark Empire, which was inspired by his favourite game Dungeons and Dragons. The book has done so well, it’s now a New York Times best seller in the fantasy genre. Eddie had took the money he rightfully earned from the book and decided to get a mortgage on the house. It took them 2 years to get it refurbished and into a liveable condition. But it was worth it. The only thing left to do in the house was decide on what to do with the spare bedroom. Eddie had suggested making it into a games room so he and his fellow cultists could create new Hellfire campaigns. But Y/N wanted to turn the room into a reading nook or a writing room. It was a never ending argument.

Once inside, Eddie was quick to tug of his tie and suit jacket, throwing on the grey sofa. Y/N tugged off her heels before announcing she was going upstairs to get changed into her pyjamas. Eddie hummed nonchalantly, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. He put on MTV and watch a performance of Guns n’ Roses before Y/N came back downstairs, wearing her fluffy robe.

“So, I thought of idea for the spare room,” Y/N starts and Eddie lets out a groan, pinning her with a hard stare.

“If you suggest a makeup room or walk-in closet, the answer is no,” Y/N giggled but shaking her head.

“I’m not but you can’t exactly say no to the idea,” Eddie raised an eyebrow and sit up, pressing his arms into his knees.

“Oh really? We’ll see about that,” Eddie challenged and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a small box. She hands to Eddie, who peers at with furrowed brows, before looking at Y/N.

“What’s this?” Y/N shrugged before taking a seat on the single chair next to the sofa.

“I decided to put the idea into a box, you know, like the saying ‘I’ve got a box of ideas’,”

“Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny,” Eddie chuckles before lifting up the lid.

It was as if time had froze, the whole world stoped moving as Eddie peered inside the box. A small stuffed elephant sat in the left hand corner of the box, a pacifier next to it and two white sticks showing two pink lines, stared back at him. There was a little note in front of the sticks that read, ‘Daddy, I can’t wait to meet you! I love you already! Baby Munson October 1991!’ Eddie’s eyes shot up and met Y/N’s, hers were gleaming with tears, a wide smile on her lips.

“We’re having a baby?” Eddie asked, his voice breathless. Y/N nodded twice and Eddie shot up, the box falling onto the floor but Eddie didn’t pay it any attention as he reached for Y/N. He gripped her head and pressed their lips together. Pulling away he let out a laugh, happy tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh my God! I’m so happy,” Y/N laughed and pressed her head to his chest. Eddie pulled back slightly and place his hand on the curve of Y/N’s stomach, if his calculations were right, Y/N was currently 3 months pregnant. Eddie’s head shot up as he felt a small bulge. “Holy shit! That’s why you’ve been gaining weight and eating all my Oreos!” Y/N head tilted back as she shot Eddie a glare. “I don’t mean anything by it sweetheart, you’re still sexy to me. In fact you’re even more sexier,” Eddie voice dropped a few octaves and Y/N let out a scoff before letting out a loud squeal when Eddie swooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs.

As Y/N lay sleeping, Eddie sat up with his back against the headboard. His hand rubbed soft strokes on her belly, imaging a small baby nestled in there. Slowly, Eddie slid down until he was on his side, his nose pressed to the soft skin of Y/N’s stomach. For a while he just caressed the skin, imaging what it will be like in a few months when he or she arrives. Eddie expected to feel scared or nervous but there were no butterflies in his stomach, just a warm feeling of pure joy and love. “Jesus,” he breathed, letting out a quiet laugh. “I’ve only found out you exist five hours ago and I’m already in love with you,” he whispered, his eyes crinkling. “I don’t even know if you can hear me yet, but if you do, I’m your dad,” Eddie shuffles closes, pressing his lips against Y/N’s tummy. “While your Mom’s sleeping, Jesus that sounds weird but like amazing at the same time. I just want to promise you something. Now, I know I won’t be the perfect dad but I will love you and I’ll try my best at doing dad shit. I’ll always be there if you need me, I can definitely promise you that. And when you get older I’ll let you have a joint with me in the backyard,” He chuckled.

“Edward Munson, you better not give our children drugs, I’m warning you now,” Y/N voice mumbles from above him. He lifts his head and looks at Y/N’s peaceful face, “I’m only kidding,” Eddie sniggers and presses kiss to the small barely noticeable (unless you’re Eddie) bump, “I’m not,” Y/N reaches down and slaps his bare chest half-heartedly. Eddie pulls himself back up until he’s hovering over Y/N once more. She opens her eyes and smiles up at him and Eddie can’t help but smile back. He bends down and connects their lips in a short kiss before pulling away.

“I love you, so, so much, sweetheart,” Y/N hooks her arms around his neck and pulls him further down.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,”

Later in the night, Eddie pulls himself from Y/N’s warm embrace and padders downstairs to the living area and takes a seat at the computer where he begins to edit his new book,’Just go with it,’ a book that is completely out of his depths. He finally finished it last week but now he wanted to add one more chapter and finish the acknowledgement. After an hour writing the final, final chapter, Eddie clicks on the acknowledgements and begins typing.

To Y/N,

I decided to dedicate this book to you - well to us, really. I wanted the world to know our story.

Anyway, I have so much to say but limited word count so I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Thank you for kissing me that day in school (even if it was just to be a one time thing) and for ‘pretending’ (I’m saying that very loosely) to date me. God, if you told me back then that we’d be together nearly 6 years and with a baby on the way, I’d probably have scoffed in your face. But here we are and it what a ride it’s been. Sweetheart, I know you’d probably (definitely) disagree, but you are the reason I’m doing this writing thing, (and I know you’re shaking your head but we both know it’s true) without you kicking me up my ass I’d never would have started ‘The Dark Empire’. But also I’d probably still be living in the trailer park, selling drugs or something. You, Y/N, made me want to be a better man, someone you’d be proud off. And I know you are (you tell me like every day, sweetheart my head is gonna get too big for the door, if you keep doing that.) Anyway, I just want to say I love you. And thank you for choosing me to be your partner. I love you. And to baby Munson, I can’t wait to read my books to you and create new adventures together. I love you already.

Edward Munson

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #stranger things #stranger things s4

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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hiii y'all~

first off, I wanted to say that y'all are all so cutee together! like the whole dynamic seems to work so well and you all compliment each others personalities in a way that makes so much sense!

secondly, I was wondering what each pack members individual style is like, and are there any members who enjoy wearing couple outfits with each other?

"We're actually not that cute." Minho deadpans, flicking Jeongin on the ear, making the youngest omega squawk. "We just look like it from the outside because we're really good at keeping it together and lying through our teeth."

"He's right." Jisung nods sagely, playing along, full lips pulling down at the corners. "I don't even like most of these people."

"I hate you." Hyunjin agrees with a straight face and a nod, staring straight at Jisung, who merely shrugs.

"See? No happy home here."

"Once, I threw up at the sight of Jisung-hyungie's face." Jeongin adds, recovered from Minho's physical attack enough to join the teasing now. "And when we used to have bunk beds, being on the top bunk with Seungmin beneath me was like having a hideous monster underneath my bed at all times."

"Seriously, screw you." Seungmin replies with no bite, flipping off the youngest member of the pack, who merely grins in response.

"Anyway. I'll answer this question." Hyunjin speaks back up smugly, puffing his chest, and you don't miss the way Jisung rolls his eyes, sitting beside the head omega. "I did want to go into fashion at one point, you know."

"We know." A chorus of voices echoes back with slight irritation.

Hyunjin sniffs daintily and proceeds to point across the room at Chan, who looks entirely too caught off guard for someone who deals with the shenanigans of the members of the pack daily.

"Channie-hyung is eclectic. His style doesn't really follow a pattern or idea. He just kind of puts together whatever he's feeling that day."

"That's one way to put it." Minho mutters beneath his breath, eyeing the head alpha with a fond smirk.

"Unless he's been in the studio. Then he just wears whatever the hell he left the house in, for like, three days." Jisung offers, grinning at Chan's affronted look, cheek pillowed on the palm of his hand.

"I have clothes at the studio. I change."

Minho snorts like he doesn't quite believe him, but Hyunjin is already moving his laser focus elsewhere.

"Noona is like kinda preppy grunge?" Hyunjin considers for a second, taking in your worn jeans, holes in the knees, the flannel you wear over one of Chan's old band t-shirts, your converse, and then he nods, more sure of himself. "Yeah. Definitely preppy grunge."

"I'll take it." You shrug, glad he and the others aren't picking apart your choices in fashion like they did with the head alpha sitting beside you.

"Unless she's at work or has a lab, and then she wears her scrubs and lab coat and it's ~hot.~" Jisung sings out, making an ok sign with his fingers, before he fake coughs and glances at you. "Help doctor, I'm sick. I think I need a physical."

"I'm not even in that branch of science, Jisungie." You laugh, and Hyunjin elbows Jisung hard enough that he scowls.

"Okay. Moving on." Hyunjin points to Minho now, who sits back and crosses his feet at ankle, motioning for the omega to continue expectantly. "Minho-hyung probably has the best style out of all of us. He's definitely on the preppy side of things, but like, high end? Classy. Think tight jeans and sweaters and expensive boots. Oh, and scarves. Definitely scarves. And pea coats."

Minho nods in agreement. "Sanctioned."

"Changbin-hyung doesn't have a style." Hyunjin says, grinning, and Changbin shoots him an offended glare. "Okay, maybe if he did, I would call it 'athleticism?' 'Athletic leisurewear?'"

"He basically just wears basketball shorts and muscle tees whenever he's not at school or work. And even then he's only gonna wear a pair of jeans if you wrangle him into them."

"Which is a shame, cause have you seen the man's thighs?" Jisung laments, reaching out to pinch the meat of said thighs between his palms before Changbin swats him away.

"I-" Hyunjin spreads his fingers on his chest, looking proud now, as he glances down at himself. "-would call myself artsy and maybe a little eccentric in my style choices. I like to piece outfits together to make my own, and they're sometimes odd, and sometimes loud, but they always look good."

"Agree to disagree." Jisung mumbles beneath his breath.

"Lixie's style is soft. There's no other way to put it."

Everyone is nodding in agreement, and the omega in question blushes, pulling his hands inside of the sleeves of his overly large, cozy sweater to create sweater paws, which instantly has everyone cooing.

"See?" Hyunjin motions, and Felix smiles. "He always chooses pastel colors and the softest materials, and cute little berets."

"Freaking adorable." Jisung agrees, nodding, looking at Felix like he hangs the stars in the sky.

"Minnie's style is practical."

Seungmin nods. "Why buy something if you can't live life in it?"

"He likes things that move and allow him to do his work and hobbies with ease. Nothing fancy, just purely useful."

"And the baby-" Hyunjin directs his stare to Jeongin now, who gives a little cheeky wave of his fingers from where he's snuggled into Minho's side sleepily. "-his style is kinda like if 'boy next door' met 'closeted gay'?"

"Hey!" Jeongin protests, fully awake now. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, no. He's right." Jisung agrees sagely, as if he has a clue in hell what Hyunjin is even talking about.

"It's not bad." Hyunjin shrugs, giggling, trying to placate the still offended omega. "It's like, you wear weird eccentric pieces with every outfit-like that flower pin you got at goodwill or that funky hat your dad gave you-but then the rest of your outfit is just so usual? Like, a button down and a band t-shirt and jeans, and scuffed sneakers."

Jeongin sinks back into the couch, clearly placated for now, and nods.

"Okay. Yeah. I get it."

"As for couples outfits." Hyunjin hums, tapping his finger on his chin, thinking hard, even though the question doesn't require that much thought. "I love them. I think they're adorable. But most members of the pack won't wear them with me."

"They're cringe!" Jisung protests, dodging Hyunjin's ensuing glare.

"I swear to god, the pink bunny jumpers you picked out?" Jeongin looks haunted, shuddering slightly as he remembers. "They looked like Pepto-Bismal and the Energizer Bunny had a child and then said child suddenly got explosive vomit and threw up everywhere."

"Gross." Felix remarks, nose crinkled, before going on. "I like to wear couple outfits. I usually pair with Jinnie."

"And I appreciate that."

"Does it count as a couples outfit if we have the same hoodie?" Changbin asks, raising his hand with an arched brow in Chan's direction. "Because if so, Chan and I wear couples outfits all the time."

"No. Music department hoodies don't count, hyung."

Changbin shrugs and grins, winking at Chan, who rolls his eyes. "Worth a shot."

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ferg0s · 3 years

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ok hear me out murasakibara x tall!thick!reader. she’s just constantly shy and hates when he tries to pick her up etc etc. off topic i feel like he’s an ass man so he may have his hand in her back pocket a lot. i think he wouldn’t care about pda he wants the world to know that y/n is his girl.

I think it’s cannon that Murasakibara likes tall women 🧍🏽‍♀️

The minute Murasakiabra had laid eyes on you he knew that he had to change to whatever religion involved worshipping the literal ground you walked on.

The first time he saw you were at a banquet for a basketball event - you were coming as a plus one for with your friend - and he practically ran to you. He didn't hesitate to tell you that he was in love with you spent the whole night talking to you. He couldn't take your eyes off you - especially not when you had such a pretty slip dress on, that hugged every curve of your body, and heels that put your longs legs on a pedestal. It didn't take long for you two to start going out. He would come up with any and every excuse to see you. You lived quite a ways apart, but he didn't care - he would be at your house every day.

He found out that you were shy quiet early in the relationship - which irked him because you would always hunch over to try and appear smaller - and that you hated attention. You were much more comfortable in the background. Murasakiabra didn't care about that though. He would take you to the most public of places for dates - insisting you wear heels despite you having an impressive height to begin with - and he would love taking you out on walks while you were in heels. He wanted to show you off - he wanted you to be more confident.

He wanted you to know how hot you were - and he showed that in more than one way. He was grabby - very grabby - and would rarely have your hands off you. His favourite places to have his hands were either on your ass, hips or legs - trailing his hands up and down your thigh when you sat down next to him. He loved your legs - "You should model." "Atsushi, are you out of your mind?" "You have the body for it." - He would practically abuse your legs and its surrounding areas. He loved smacking your ass, squeezing and palming it after, kissing up your legs as he made his way to your kitty meow meow.

You got used to it - but something you never got used to was him picking you up. You grew up at the person that would hoist other people up, your size and the strength that came with it made you a human crane - so the first time he attempted to pick you up, you screamed. You thrashed around in his arms and wailed at the top of your lungs. It had to take a while for you to get comfortable with him doing that - "Put me down if I tire you-" "Babe-" "I know I'm a heavy-" "Babe, I've held milk cartons heavier than you." - but once you gave him the green card to do so, he never stopped.

He would hitch you up pressed against a wall, hands running along your thighs as he thrust into mercilessly. He loved the feeling of you hooking your legs together around him. He didn't care about anything other than your legs - folding you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you, kissing your calves as you whimpered under him.

Worst of all, he would leave marks in the most visible of places for everyone to see - the area which your uniform skirt couldn't reach because it was too short for you.

#knb x you #knb smut #knb imagines #knb scenarios #knb murasakibara #murasakibara smut #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball

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strsburn · 3 years

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Hiya

Can u write a Shang Chi fic in which he helps/saves the reader and then comforts & takes care of her afterwards, because she gets a panick attack. Thank you, have a great day😁

fix you | shang-chi

pairing - shang chi x reader

synopsis - in which a creep gets a little too handsy and the infamous bus boy quickly remedies that

see also - if there is one thing useful his father had taught him, it was to always respect a lady

warnings - sleazy douchebags, violence a little, anxiety, oh and shang-chi he's hot enough to issue his own warning

notes - thank you for the request anon! i kinda change things a little bc i did not want to trigger anyone so yeah also this is my first shang-chi fic so please be gentle with me

this fic takes place after the movie, it will contain references to past events that occurred in the movie, but nothing that should reveal spoilers

tagging : @wint3r-h3art

You're not completely sure what persuaded you to come out tonight. Perhaps it was boredom, or peer pressure, given that your usual group of friends complained about you never leaving the comfort of your home less it be work related.

Nonetheless, there you found yourself on a Saturday evening, nursing your second martini as you stood stiffly by the bar. Your knuckles were white as they gripped the edges of your dress, trying in vain to pull the skin tight material further down your thighs.

Your eyes scanned the crowd uneasily as the pulse of the music echoed through the floor, the loud beat sending vibrations through your being.

Just as you were going to finish up your drink and call it a night, you felt an unfamiliar presence sidle up next to you.

"Hey pretty thing, need some company?" You turned at the voice to see a sleazy looking man a couple years your senior eyeing you up.

You winced as he didn't wait for your reply, his arm coming to rub your uncovered shoulder sending an uncomfortable feeling creeping down your spine.

"Please don't touch me." You spoke up, not wanting to deal with his disgusting behavior.

The man ignored you as you attempted to slide from his grip, his fingers suddenly digging into your shoulder to keep you still.

You let out a cry as the pain registered in your shoulder sending your glass crashing to the ground in splinters as your grip loosened.

A few people looked up at the commotion, interests piqued but no one bothered to help leaving you to stand pitifully in the man's grasp.

"Hey!" A deep voice suddenly filled the room as the crowd parted to reveal an handsome asian man, one you recognized as San Francisco's newly dubbed 'bus boy'.

He walked forward, his basketball shoes squeaking against the floor as the club lights reflected off his face, highlighting his features that were currently set in a frown.

You tensed as the guy gripped onto you tighter, his face set in an ugly scowl as he looked over at the newcomer.

"I believe the lady asked you to not touch her." He pressed on, when the man made no move to answer him.

"Fuck off, little boy. This doesn't concern you." The man finally spoke up, his grip relaxing as he moved forward to step into the guy's space.

You watched on nervously, trying to stay quiet in hopes of the man forgetting you were there, though by the grip he had on you, you figured he would not be letting go anytime soon.

At his reply, you watched as the man sighed heavily shaking his head as he straightened up, "Alright, well, I gave you the easy option, now we try things my way."

Before you could blink you watched as the man lifted his hands, moving one in front of him, palm facing forward and the other positioned the same way, slightly behind the other.

His foot came to circle behind his body as he relaxed with the movement, his limbs moving like that of a stream.

At his actions, the guy before you let go of your arm to laugh heartily as the others joined in, two guys coming to stand behind him, presumably friends.

"Oh, we going to dance now pretty boy?" He mocked.

In one split second he moved and you watched in awe as his palm pushed outward sending an imperceptible force at the man that had him sailing through the air and into a nearby table, people shrieking as glasses burst across the ground.

The man growled as he stood from the mess, his shirt soaked through with alcohol as he surged forward, the crowd stumbling back as others pulled out their phones to document the iconic moment.

You took the chance to scramble out of the way as the bus boy leapt into the air to avoid the man aiming for his legs.

As he was doing this, you noticed the two men from earlier creeping up behind him and you felt fear clench at your heart.

"Look out!" You called, catching his attention as he acknowledged the men coming up behind.

Your jaw practically touched the floor as you witnessed his iconic move, his legs coming into a split as he sent a kick to the men at the same time, the force behind it sending the two of them across the floor into a wall.

He landed with a crouch, sending the girls nearby squealing as he stood to shake out his collar, shaking his jacket from crumbs.

The men smartly stayed on the floor as security came to escort them out, one of them already on the phone with police.

As the crowd began to thin out, now bored that the fight was over you bravely made your way over to your rescuer, your heels crunching on the glass that sparkled underneath the still shining lights.

"Hi." You muttered out shyly, catching his attention as he examined a cut on his arm.

"Hey, you okay?" He smiled at you, eyes looking over you for any source of pain.

You shook your head slowly, tears pricking at your eyeline as you realized what had almost occurred had he not stepped in.

Noticing your state, he grabbed your hand in his, sending a reassuring squeeze as he looked around for a moment.

"Hey, come with me for a second, please? I promise I won't hurt you, but we need to get out of here before the police arrive." You followed behind him as he led you a few doors down to a nearby ice cream shop, that happened to still be open.

You sat down softly as he slid in the seat across from you, your eyes catching his.

"Uh hi, first of all, I'm sorry that I didn't get there sooner to stop him from grabbing you, and uh secondly, my name is Shang-chi, probably should have started off with that." He smiled sheepishly and for some reason that set you off.

You started to laugh, all thoughts of the previous altercation gone as you relaxed, eyes studying his sharp jawline and beautiful brown eyes.

"Well, Shang-chi, how about as a thank you, I pay for the ice cream. And maybe, we can hang out sometime in better circumstances?" You offered.

At your words, his smile widened and his eyes lit up as he reached forward to lean closer to you, eyes flickering to your lips briefly.

"It's a date."

#shang chi #shang chi x you #shang chi x reader #simu liu #simu liu imagine #marvel imagine #fluff #protective shang chi #bizzarebarnes #shang-chi x reader #shang-chi

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2jaeh · 3 years

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FREAKS I JUNG JAEHYUN

genre: slight humor, smut, very mature themes

warnings: cheating, slight corruption kink, poly themes, cursing, foreplay, just overall based around hooking up, weed and alcohol

preppy!Jaehyun, Badgirl!reader, bff!Taeyong bff!Ten, Jaehyunxreader, slight taeyongxreader, slight taeyongxten and tenxjohnny,

mentions of Yuta, Hendery and Johnny.

words: 8k

You had always gotten what you wanted, whether it be a hookup, an exclusive invitation or riling up people you hated. But the one thing you wanted most was Jung Jaehyun, the preppy boy who always did what he was told and followed closely behind his girlfriend. You would do anything to ruin him and have your name be the only one that escaped his lips.

A/N: okay so I just want to point out that I don't condone cheating or manipulative methods of any sort. The reader, Ten and Taeyong are very confident sexually with other people, and each other.

0. prequel (taeyong x ten x reader)

1. Freaks pt 1

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This was so out of your character but you just wanted him. You didn’t care if he wasn’t yours to take, you needed him.

Your eyes lifted as the lecture room began to fill in and you unconsciously searched for that tuft of brown hair and set of dimples. You felt your heartbeat speed up when you saw him find his seat two rows down from you, completely oblivious to your staring.

“Still going crazy for Jung Jaehyun I see” you heard a familiar voice sing behind you as they scooted into their seat.

“Ten please shut up someone could’ve heard you”

“Babe I’d be extremely surprised if someone in this room didn’t know you had the hots for Jaehyun” Ten stuck his tongue out, pulling out his textbook from his backpack.

You rolled your eyes knowing your best friend was probably right. You had been crushing on Jaehyun since you laid eyes on him a few months ago after attending one of his basketball games and when he dropped in the winning shot you were fucking hooked.

The only problem was that Jaehyun had a girlfriend, a long term one at that. You didn’t understand what he saw in her. Apart from her looks, she was quite abrasive and had a habit of making everyone around her feel like shit. Jaehyun on the other hand was a sweetheart. He tried his best to meet everyone’s expectations and was able to adapt in many different social circles.

Anyone else knew that going after someone who was in a relationship was a dick move, and you did get to an extent, the whole respectful bullshit or whatever. But you and Ten being the assholes that you were, thought that if there was an opening, it’s not as solid as it should be.

“It’s simple” Ten said as the two of you grabbed ice coffee at the campus cafe, “other people usually just go head on and flirt with someone right off the bat”

He took a sip of his drink and hummed,

“You need to play the field, you need to make them realize that their options are open.”

“Very insightful Dr. Lee” you laughed and hooked arms with him, making your way over to a table that was covered by a cherry blossom tree.

You and Ten noticed Jaehyun and his girlfriend emerge from the lecture hall hand in hand as she pulled him over to her pretentious group of friends.

“I want him so fucking bad” you groaned as you continued watching him be happy with someone else.

“Who wants who so bad ?” You heard a giggle and Taeyong, your other close friend made his way over to your table.

“The never ending Jaehyun and y/n saga” Ten mused, making space for Taeyong on the bench.

“Not him again” Taeyong took a sip of your coffee, “why do you always like those preppy guys ?”

“He’s not preppy! He’s like us! You guys just don’t know the real him” you argued, your eyes still filled with stars as you watched him remove his jacket and flex his arms in his plain white tee.

“Like us?” Taeyong pointed toward Ten, “Ten has fucked half of the swim team and four of them are still trying to get in a relationship with him.”

You snickered as Ten seemed proud of his achievements, smoothing out his hair and smirked, “I find my true love in different ways okay.”

The three of you laughed at Tens words but Taeyongs words didn’t bother you. In no way were you like Ten. You didn’t bother with people you weren’t interested in emotionally let alone physically. Jaehyun was the only spark in your eye and the only person on the entire campus that you wanted.

“Anyway there’s a party tonight at Taeil’s place you guys wanna go ?” Taeyong looked between you and Ten for an answer.

“Yeah fuck it” you responded, popping a piece of ice into your mouth.

“Let’s just get hammered and maybe y/n will realize there’s other men out there other than Jung Jaehyun” Ten pinched your arm to snap you out of another daydream.

You hoped his words were true. You really hoped you could get out of this rut.

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The cab pulled up at a frat house and the three of you jumped out, dressed up in outfits people were bound to stare down at. This was what you loved most about Ten and Taeyong. There’s no pretending, no reason to hide your true personality in order to please others. You three had fun dressing the way you want, doing whatever the hell you wanted with whomever you wanted.

“Hey y/n if you looking for someone to help you forget...I’m always available” Taeyong growled in your ear as he grabbed your ass.

“Down boy” Ten patted Taeyong’s back as he pulled out a cigarette.

The three of you were quite comfortable sexually with each other too. There had been many drunken nights where your lips were on Taeyong or Ten or Ten and Taeyong on each other. Many people on campus spoke about your scandalous friendship but to you guys it was very natural.

“I’m gonna get us drinks” Taeyong disappeared into the crowd as strangers already started approaching Ten from different directions. You were a bit more lowkey than they were and preferred to stick to the shadows and hang out with the more obscure personalities campus had to offer.

You had found Hendery, one of your art major friends standing against the wall, nodding his head to the music as he dragged in what looked like a blunt.

“Hendery!” You poked him cutely and he pulled you into a tight hug, engulfing you with his marijuana fumes.

“Hey y/n you enjoying yourself ?” He smiled sweetly, his character always being chilled out.

“I’m good” you took the blunt and placed it to your lips as you took in a long pull. Hendery’s stuff was weak but good enough to make you relax under the loud music and bodies of people.

You leaned up against the wall and noticed a familiar face on the far end of the room, beer in hand and nodding his head to the music.

It was Jung Jaehyun.

Your first instinct was to search for his stupid girlfriend but you quickly realized that she and her friends were not at this party.

What the hell was he doing at a place like this ?

You had no idea whether it was the weed or the clouded room but you felt his eyes on you for a brief second, before taking a sip of his drink and brought his gaze back.

‘Fuck he was so hot’ you thought, unconsciously biting down on your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

Jaehyun was dressed in a loose black tee and fitted jeans. His brown hair was messy and his lips seemed swollen from wetting them too much.

Your feet began moving. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and kept your gaze on him until you now stood in front of Jung Jaehyun, the man you have been desperately wanting for two months.

“Hey there” you moved next to him on the wall casually, “you’re in my business class right?”

“Oh yeah you sit in the back ?” Jaehyun replied with a smile and held out his hand, “I’m Jaehyun”

You took his hand in yours and felt a shiver down your spine at the contact.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Jaehyun” you replied as your eyes drifted down to his lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party like this before ?”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you and chuckled shyly,

“I came here with my basketball friends, you do these kind of parties often ?”

“Yeah most of my friends are here, I was surprised to see a good boy like you here” you kept your eyes focused on the crowd even though you clearly felt Jaehyun shift by your choice of words.

“A good boy?” He lifted his eyebrow.

“Yeah well you’re not friends with my friends and we’re quite bad....I assume you’re one of the good ones” you mused, running your fingers through your hair.

You felt Jaehyuns eyes fall on you briefly, “you don’t seem...bad though”

“That’s because you don’t know me Jaehyun” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him, “can I get your number ? Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends sometime”

Jaehyun shifted awkwardly holding onto his phone but despite having a few drinks he still felt a sense of guilt.

“I - um have a girlfriend,” he said under his breath.

“Jaehyun I asked for your number to hang out at a party like this” you turned to him and pursed your lips, “I don’t have a problem with getting dick if that’s what you’re insinuating”

You watched as he waved his hand, clearly embarrassed and handed you his phone, “I’m sorry I just- here”

Taking his phone you added your number in and sent a text in order to save his number into your phone and handed it back,

“Thanks, I’ll see you around I guess”

Jaehyun watched you disappear into the crowd and he felt his ears heat up after the encounter, you had him in the palm of your hand within minutes.

You already knew he’d be watching. You found Taeyong in the crowd and Taeyong being Taeyong already had his hands on your waist, turning your body so your back was against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as he rocked his hips against your ass, placing a soft kiss on your neck as you swayed to the music.

Taeyong knew what you were doing too. He already saw you talk to Jaehyun earlier on and he was more than happy to help his best friend out.

You didn’t bother looking at Jaehyun while you danced with Taeyong but Taeyong did. He kept his eyes on Jaehyun as he marked you as his, biting into your shoulder as his free hand found the lining of your crop top and pushed his hand under your shirt.

Jaehyun bit down on his lip, trying his best to look away as you were completely lost in Taeyongs touch. He realized that you were very different to him indeed, clearly unbothered by what people thought of you.

Even if he were single, he didn’t think he had it in him to make you feel the Taeyong did right now.

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After a long night the three of you headed back to Ten’s dorm room. Crashing onto his bed and pulling off your boots, you sighed deeply as the headache from the party began to set in.

“Hey thank you for that tonight Tae” you winked at Taeyong who was spread out on the floor shirtless, trying to order food.

“The least you could’ve done was help out my damn boner” Taeyong scoffed, “I nearly exploded at the party y/n”

“Was that for Jaehyun?” Ten asked, sitting at his vanity and removed his eye makeup.

“Mmm” you groaned and hugged Ten’s pillow, “I have his number now, not sure if he has the guts to text though since Taeyong was practically fucking me in front of him”

“Hey” Taeyong protested and sat up, “he watched the whole damn thing, he was probably into it.”

Ten tossed you an oversized tee before joining you in bed, “maybe our Jaehyun is a bad boy after all” he teased.

You shook your head and shrugged out of your party clothes and threw on Tens shirt, sinking into the bed and opened Jaehyuns contact.

Ping!

JJH: When’s the next party ?

Holy shit.

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You decided to leave Jaehyun on read for the weekend. On the inside you were screaming but you had to keep your composure. You remembered what Ten had said, ‘you need to find that hole, make them realize their options are open.’

It was already Monday and you had to see Jaehyun face to face for the first time since the party. You walked into the lecture and he was already there, seated up front and his eyes lit up when he saw you walk through the doors.

He shot you a nervous smile and a small wave, making sure it was subtle enough for the people around him to not notice.

As much as you wanted to stare back you kept your eyes focused on the lecture slides in front of you, knowing very well that Jaehyun had turned back for the third time in 30 minutes to look at you.

“Baby boy is thirsty” Ten smirked, leaning into you as he watched Jaehyun turn around again, flustered at Ten staring him down. You playfully nudged Ten, “you're scaring him,” Ten chuckled at your words and returned to his work as you yourself felt a bit bashful that Jung Jaehyun was finally paying attention to you.

Class had ended and you walked over to the usual spot, Taeyong was already sprawled out on the bench taking in the afternoon sunlight. “Do you even try to act normal ?” Ten knocked Taeyong’s leg out of the way and flicked his exposed nipple.

“Ow don't do that it turns me on” he whined,

“Everything turns you on Taeyong'' you giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek before taking a seat next to him. Taeyong growled and pulled you closer to him, straddling the bench, placing his legs on either side of you. Sometimes you wondered what people thought of the three of you. Ten had mentioned once that someone on the swim team thought you guys were in a polyamorous relationship. As much as all three of you fooled around there was only one hookup that led to a threesome, but that was a story for another day.

“I still haven't texted him back” you spoke, stuffing a piece of banana muffin in your mouth.

“I thought you wanted to jump this guy” Taeyong scoffed.

“He’s still in a relationship and even told me so that night” you explained looking over to where Jaehyun was seated with the rest of the preppy business students and his girlfriend, “If he was drunk enough to stay faithful that means I don't have an opening yet.”

“Is that why he keeps looking over here while sitting next to his girlfriend ?”

Taeyong’s words made you look up and ofcourse Jaehyun was looking over at you despite having an arm around his girlfriend. This time it was less subtle than in the lecture room. He talked with his friends but you had his full attention, making sure to look over at your table every few minutes.

“If it isn't my favorite polygamists” a low voice bellowed from behind Ten and the three of you looked up and realized it was Ten’s boy of the semester, Johnny Suh.

“It's really weird when you call us that you know?” Ten rolled his eyes as Johnny hugged him from behind and slid into the seat next to him. Johnny followed your eyes over to where Jaehyun sat and smirked, “Jaehyun ? seriously? You're literally too hot to be chasing someone as boring as him y/n”

“Shut up he is not boring” you popped another piece of the muffin in your mouth.

You studied Jaehyun as you noticed his girlfriend tried to bring his attention back to her conversation, completely unaware that her boyfriend was looking at another girl. Why would she ? She had everything. The perfect grades, the perfect face and body, and the perfect boyfriend. Jaehyun took a look at his beautiful girlfriend as she spoke, he knew why he liked her and why their relationship worked but why did he feel as if he were missing out. His eyes drifted again to that table at the back where the art students sat. They always seemed to have the best time despite half the campus avoiding them or calling them weird for being themselves. A part of him wished he was free to do that too. He was deeply interested in music and the arts, but was scared to share his tastes as he didnt want to be an outcast to his friends. Jaehyun shifted in his seat as he watched that blonde haired guy from the party wrap his hands around your waist, freely caressing your skin in front of everyone as you nonchalantly ate your lunch.

Arin, Jaehyun’s girlfriend stopped her conversation and followed her boyfriend's eyes to the table at the back.

“Urgh those freaks have no shame, imagine what their parents would think of them” she pulled her face as her friends hummed in agreement.

“The other day I saw the black haired guy and Johnny from the basketball team making out in the bleachers” another girl said and Jaehyun noticed Johnny, one of his team mates sitting comfortably with the small black haired boy he always saw you with during your business lecture.

“T-that reminds me I need to tell Johnny about the meeting today” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, he didn't know why he wanted to go over there but he was curious to know what you all were like during a campus setting.

Arin took a sip of her ice latte and flipped her golden brown hair over her shoulder, “can't you just text him ?”

Jaehyun cleared his throat and found himself standing up, throwing his satchel over his shoulder,

“He doesn't answer his texts, I'll be about five minutes.”

Jaehyun gently stroked Arin’s head as she just shrugged, not really finding him suspicious. Why would Jaehyun be interested in people like that ? He was a good guy and he felt most comfortable with her and their circle of friends.

Meanwhile at your table you four were in deep discussion about Johnny’s little halloween get together.

“Why are you only inviting 20 people ?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knitted together, “that's not a party that's a meeting.”

“Because Taeyong, I want it to be an intimate vibe you know” Johnny answered and gestured with his arms in the air, “I cant stand half of this fucking campus and I just want to hang out with the people I actually give a shit about”

“You only met us like a month ago, how did we make the cut?” You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked.

Ten stood up and threw his hands around Johnny and kissed his forehead, “That's because he met me and realized we're the coolest people on campus” Johnny smiled bashfully, completely smitten by Ten as he nodded, “It's true.”

“Uhm Hi..” The four of you stopped your conversation to look at Jaehyun who stood at your table, hands in his pocket, pressing his lips together nervously which made his dimples more prominent.

“Whats up Jae ?” Johnny greeted as the rest of you exchanged a few glances.

Jaehyun briefly looked over at you but he quickly looked away thanks to Taeyong who was placing open mouth kisses on your neck. You smiled to yourself as Jaehyun squirmed uncomfortably, much like everyone that was ever in the presence of you three. Except Johnny ofcourse, he was a weird one.

“I just came over to let you know that we have a basketball meeting at 3 today” Jaehyun spoke in a surprisingly calm tone.

“Oh cool thanks for letting me know man” Johnny played the part of the oblivious friend really well, “By the way this is Ten, thats y/n and the guy practically having her for lunch is Taeyong.”

Taeyong looked up and smiled at Jaehyun and you squeezed his knee, preventing him from doing or saying anything stupid when Jaehyun broke the silence,

“Oh yeah I actually know Ten and y/n from my business lecture” Jaehyun spoke as his eyes met yours.

Ten noticed the tension between you two and a menacing smirk spread across his face, “Well since we all know each other you should come to Johnny's halloween party Jaehyun”

“Halloween party ?” Jaehyun repeated,

“Yeah you should come along, I mean you were asking when is the next party” you added and Jaehyun felt his ears heat up at your words. He had no idea why it felt almost promiscuous just talking to you.

“I'll let you know the details after the meeting, oh and you're free to bring your girl if you want” Johnny grinned and you don't know why, but his words felt like a stab in the chest.

You all watched Jaehyun nod shyly and retreat back to his friends as the rest of you turned your heads to face Johnny. “Hey I just wanted to let him know that he could,” Johnny stated, raising his hands up to defend himself.

“Well I guess if he does bring her then he’s not interested in you, and if he doesn't….” Ten’s words trailed off as you bit down your lip and you watched Jaehyun turn back to look at you before sitting down next to Arin.

“I guess we shall see” you murmured.

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It was the next day you had just finished all your classes and decided to spend a relaxing evening alone at your dorm. You got into an old band shirt and underwear after a steaming shower and jumping on your bed ready to navigate through your social media.

Ping!

Your phone vibrated and your eyes gleamed at the sight of Jaehyuns name blinking across the screen.

JJH: hey

JJH: so....like how many people are going to this party ?

You lingered on his open message for a while but decided to reply to him this time instead of leading him on.

Y/n: I think Johnny said about 20 people...it’s very small.

JJH: oh I see.

JJH: you’re going with your...boyfriend right ?

Y/n: boyfriend ?

JJH: I think his name is Taeyong

Your lips curled into a smirk. Jaehyun was definitely curious about your relationship with Taeyong, and it could mean he was trying to figure out more about you.

y/n: Taeyong is not my boyfriend

You looked at the three dots that signaled he was typing, it seemed to take a while before your phone finally vibrated again.

JJH: oh, I see. Uhm so do we have to dress up ?

Y/N: yeah ! It’s a Halloween party Ofcourse we have to, did Johnny not tell you ?

JJH: I don’t fully believe anything he says so I just wanted a second opinion.

Y/n: well dress up, or else I’ll be very disappointed Jaehyun...

Another moment of silence this time it was longer than the last one. Finally your phone lit up and Jaehyuns name popped up,

JJH: what are you wearing ?

JJH: I mean like to the party not right now

JJH: like costume ....

JJH: that message came out so weird I’m sorry

You giggled to yourself wishing you were there with him to see his ears redden and him stumble over his words as he got nervous around you. God he was so fucking cute.

y/n: it’s a surprise !

JJH: oh I see..

y/n: I’m sure you and Arin can figure something out, anyways I gotta go...I’ll see you around Jae.

Jaehyun's eyes narrowed on your message. He felt an adrenaline rush while he texted you. To him, you were the coolest girl on campus and he couldn’t believe you even bothered to text him back.

But then his shoulders dropped when he saw Arins name. It was like a dark cloud looming over his head. He had no idea if he should let Arin know about the party, it’s not like she’d agree to come anyway, did that mean he shouldn’t go too ?

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It was finally the evening of the party and you Taeyong and Ten decided to get ready at your dorm. Ten scoffed as Taeyong emerged from the bathroom in red leather pants and a black harness that covered his bare chest.

“You're supposed to wear a costume you know ?” Ten raised his eyebrow as Taeyong strutted around the room looking like a red light district stripper.

“I AM in costume baby, i'm a devil” Taeyong pouted and placed a pair of novelty devil horns on his head.

“Fuck if this Jaehyun thing really doesn't work out I want a piece of that” you licked your lips as Taeyong’s smirk grew, “I told you all you gotta say when and where” he purred.

“y/n I know you love fucking around with twinks but can you please concentrate on the task at hand ?” Ten grumbled and pushed his phone in front of you, waving Jaehyuns instagram in front of your face.

You bit down on your lip as you noticed Jaehyun posted a semi shirtless picture for the first time and the comments were absolutely wild. Many people thought he was hacked and the others were just asking him to jump them. You also noticed a lot of people tagging Arin under the thirst comments which she replied simply with a like.

“You think he is gonna show up tonight and bring her ?” you pouted while applying a coat of lip gloss.

“Either way baby we will have a good time, I'll guarantee you that” Ten stroked your head before heading to the bathroom to prep his costume. You shimmied into your zombie cheerleader costume, ignoring Taeyong’s whistles as he caught a glimpse of your lacy two piece set. The only person you wanted to see your newly bought lingerie was Jaehyun.

Ten finally emerged from the bathroom in an all black shiny leather pants with a matching crop top long sleeve. He looked absolutely delicious with his hair gelled back and his dark eye make-up accentuated his cat-like eyes.

“And what the fuck are you supposed to be?” you chuckled, mouth still gaping as you took in his gorgeous figure.

“Im a cat!” Ten posed cutely, turning his hands into cat paws and brought them up to his face.

“You look like a dominatrix” Taeyong snorted, earning a flick on the forehead from Ten.

You stood up and smoothed out your extremely short skirt as you slipped into your hot pink platform boots. You were going for a cute zombie cheerleader, tearing up a bit of your clothes gave you an excuse to show a bit of that expensive lingerie.

“Is my outfit okay ?” you chewed on your bottom lip as you turned to face Ten and Taeyong.

“Babe I've never seen you this nervous before” Ten groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. It's true, you were a very confident person but you were so clued up on what attracted Jaehyun and what didn't that you began second guessing yourself constantly.

“I...I just want him to like me” You played with the hem of your shirt, when you felt Taeyong stand up and approach the two fo you.

“If he doesn't like you, for you...then he isn't worth it” Taeyong patted your head and his other hand grabbed Ten’s shoulder, pulling the both of you into a tight hug. It felt good knowing you always had them, they were your soulmates, your ride or die, they meant the absolute world to you.

“If it all doesn't work out lets come back here and fuck” Taeyong whispered and you pushed him off playfully, while Ten pulled his face as he returned to his vanity, “classic Taeyong” he shook his head.

The three of you arrived at Johnny’s apartment and you could already hear the chill hip hop playlist vibrating against the door. Ten rolled his eyes as he punched in the door code, “I’ll have to do something about that music,” he tutted, as the three of you walked in greeted by your usual group of friends.

There were a few of Johnny’s basketball mates, the cool ones who snuck around smoking weed with the stoners. You nodded at the familiar faces, Yuta the resident tattoo artist from fourth year, Hendery the distributor from your year and Chaeyoung from Ten’s fashion design class.

Everyone seemed to be in costume, you didn't expect anything less from a group of creatives. Suddenly Johnny emerged from the kitchen holding a few bottles when his eyes lit up at the sight of Ten. Johnny shoved the drinks to an unsuspecting man and jogged over while you and Taeyong tried to stifle your laughter.

“Johnny darling what are you supposed to be dressed as?” Ten mused as his eyes narrowed on Johnny’s selection of outfit.

“Im Tony the Tiger baby!” Johnny flexed, obviously amused by his own outfit as he spun around in his tiger onesie.

“You didn't tell us Johnny was a furry” Taeyong teased as Ten backhanded his abdomen. You could tell that Ten liked Johnny unlike his usual flings. If any of the others pulled this type of stunt he would have walked straight out of this party and called over a side piece.

“Okay Tony the Tiger, can you take a picture of me and my loves for the gram ?” Ten mused and handed his phone over to Johnny. The three of you posed sexily as Johnny hyped you all up, capturing every angle possible. Ten immediately updated the picture to instagram and the likes and comments immediately flew in, asking what party you guys were at. This was how it always was. Nobody wanted to be friends with you guys but nobody wanted to miss out on your adventures together.

Jaehyun took a look at himself in the mirror, adorning his basketball outfit and topped it off with a sweatband around his head. “This is fucking dumb” he thought, second guessing using his team outfit as a halloween costume. The problem was he was told on such short notice that he couldn't really prepare for it. What if their idea of halloween was just dressing up normally, or what if they went all out and he would be the only one in a basic costume ?

Jaehyun sucked in a deep breath as he took a seat on his bed and scrolled through his feed to settle his nerves. While scrolling he noticed one of his friends shared Ten’s post to his story, and immediately clicked it, sucking on his bottom lip as the picture of the three of you unfolded.

You guys were in a different league indeed. Unbelievably confident in your outfits, knowing that everyone was wishing for a chance to be with one of you. Jaehyun’s eyes drifted to you and he felt his breathing hitch, feeling like a prepubescent teen looking at a girl for the first time.

A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts and he opened the door to Arin accompanied by three of their friends. Arin reached up and placed a soft kiss on Jaehyun’s lips before entering his dorm and taking a seat on his bed.

“Why are you in your basketball uniform ?” Arin questioned as she scrolled through her phone.

“I...Am going to attend a party..” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head as all eyes were on him. A boy named Minhyuk, Jaehyun knew through Arin cocked his head in confusion, “You're going to a party wearing your uniform ?”

“It's a costume party, I was invited by Johnny” Jaehyun replied to him yet his eyes were Arin waiting for a response. Arin looked up at him and scrunched up her nose, “aren't all those freaks at that party ?”

“Yeah well I'm going for the team, If you want. you can come along” Jaehyun didn't even try to sound convincing, there was no way he wanted Arin or any of his business class friends accompanying him tonight. It didn't have anything to do with you or his odd attraction to the group, it was rather a test for himself, he wanted to see if that kinda lifestyle was what he was craving.

“I’ll pass” Arin chuckled dryly and grabbed her purse before placing a peck on Jaehyuns cheek, “you go for a bit darling, I know it's a team thing, when you're bored come find us at the country club wine night.”

Jaehyun watched everyone leave his dorm and he sighed deeply, still feeling like he lied even though he completely told Arin the truth about his future whereabouts.

“Where is the loverboy ?” Johnny nudged you as you poured yourself another shot of vodka and redbull. You shrugged already deciding on not keeping your hopes up when you heard one of Johnny's frat buffoons scream Jaehyun's name. Spinning on your heels you turned toward the entrance and noticed his shy frame greeting the guys from the basketball team.

“He wore his basketball uniform, Oh my God” Ten snickered along with Taeyong and Johnny.

“He looks hot shut up” You bit down on your lip as your eyes locked with his and he made his way over to you. Jaehyun ruffled his hair as he mumbled a few hellos to Taeyong and Ten before giving Johnny a handshake.

“Glad you made it man, Arin here too ?” Johnny threw his arm around Jaehyun and shoved a beer in his hands. Jaehyun shook his head and took a sip of his beer, “nah it's just me” he spoke and looked over at you. On the outside you probably looked composed but on the inside you were screaming victories. Ten could definitely see the excitement and shot you a wink before clearing his throat,

“Well now that you're here we can finally play spin the bottle!”

“S-spin the bottle ?” Jaehyun chewed on his lip nervously,

“Yeah but like just a few of us come on let's go to Johnny's room” Ten hooked arms with Johnny as he grabbed a few more drinks for you guys to enjoy in privacy.

Jaehyun waited until you were left and the two of you made your way down the hallway to Johnny’s room. You brushed against his bare arm as you walked and looked up at him, “I love your costume, very original” you chuckled and Jaehyun blushed.

“It was short notice, I look stupid but you on the other hand” Jaehyun’s eyes drifted over your figure, “y-you look amazing”

“Thank you Jaehyun.”

You entered the room and noticed Ten had collected Yuta, Hendery, Chaeyoung and one of the fourth years Seungyoun to play the game with the rest of you. Taeyong raised his eyebrow as everyone took a seat in a circle, “Did Ten handpick players for a game or an orgy ?”

Everybody chuckled but Jaehyun shifted awkwardly in the seat next to you. You placed a reassuring hand on his arm and his eyes darted to you, looking like a lost puppy,

“He tends to speak rubbish just ignore him” you smiled. Jaehyun nodded and pressed his lips together as Ten cleared his throat in order for everyone to pay attention,

“Okay please keep the dares spicy but not too spicy we have some taken people in the circle”

Jaehyun looked around the room and noticed the girl called Chaeyoung thank Ten for his words, making him a bit more comfortable that he wasn't the only one in a relationship playing this game. Ten was the first to spin and the bottle landed on Hendery, who was in the middle of lighting a blunt.

“What me first ?” he whined and gave Ten his best puppy eyes in order to go easy on him.

Ten licked his lips and looked around the room, “I dare you to swop boxers with Seungyoun”

The room filled with whistles and disgusted noises as Johnny pointed to his en suite bathroom for the exchange to go down. You all watched as Hendery and Seungyoun disappeared into the bathroom for a good ten minutes and emerged with Seungyoun adjusting his crotch area clearly irritated.

“His fucking boxers are too tight” Seungyoun groaned while the rest of you laughed at his complaints.

Hendery spun the bottle and it landed on you, which made you feel a little at ease as Hendery wasn't the meanest person you knew.

“Do a body shot off of Yuta’s bare body” he said returning to light his precious blunt.

Yuta tore his shirt off within seconds and lay in the middle of the circle with a lemon slice in his mouth. Jaehyun had no fucking idea what a body shot was but he felt his heartbeat speed up as he watched you sprinkle a line of salt down Yuta’s abs and straddle his lap confidently. He had never seen people be this comfortable with each other, he barely even uttered a word of his sex life to any of his friends.

“Yuta get your hand off y/n’s thigh” Taeyong snapped, as Yuta smirked still licking the lemon slice that was placed between his teeth.

You chugged back the shot of tequila and pinned Yuta’s wrists to the floor as your tongue slowly licked up the salt from his body. Jaehyun watched everything intently, you were a pro, so natural and experienced with things like this. He unconsciously licked his lips as you retrieved the lemon slice from Yuta’s mouth, your tongues touching for a brief second before you climbed off him and returned to your seat.

“My turn” you sang and spun the bottle which landed on Johnny. He shot you a dashing smile still sitting in his tiger onesie with his arms wrapped around Ten.

“Since you want to be part of our group so bad, here's an initiation..Kiss Taeyong” you smirked as Johnny’s mouth dropped and Ten burst into a fit of laughter.

Taeyong shrugged and raised his eyebrow at Johnny, to him shit like this didn't phase him at all. Johnny slowly crawled over to Taeyong and hesitantly leaned in, his huge frame comically shaking in front of the small man. Johnny placed a finger under Taeyongs chin and kissed him softly for about a minute until he yelled and stood up,

“He stuck his tongue in my mouth!” Johnny whined,

“And ? How else do you kiss ?” Taeyong rolled his eyes and wiped his lips as the bigger man continued throwing a fit until Ten calmed him down,

“It's your turn baby”

Johnny frowned but spun the bottle, this time it landed on Jaehyun who now sat upright as everyone's eyes were now on him.

“Please go easy on him” you mused and rubbed Jaehyun’s back in order to calm him down.

“Uh...it's okay I can handle it” Jaehyun responded with a small smile and looked up at Johnny.

“Okay” Johnny began, “because you're my homie all you gotta do is take off your shirt and keep it that way for the rest of the game.”

Jaehyun felt the tension as he got to his feet and caressed the hem of his shirt. Everyone watched in anticipation as he slowly lifted his shirt, quickly pushing it over his head and discarded it behind him. You marvelled at his toned body, wishing everyone else were not in the room so you could jump him. Heck everybody could watch, you wanted him so bad.

Everyone whistled as Jaehyun took his seat and his cheeks reddened slightly, he couldn't believe he was sitting shirtless with a group of people he barely knew.

The game went on with various pairings taking part in stupid dares until Johnny called the end to the game because he wanted all of you to socialize with everyone else on the outside but you all knew he just wanted everyone out of his bedroom so he could fuck Ten.

The party moved on and you found yourself lingering in the hallway just sipping on your drink when you noticed Jaehyun watching you from a few feet away. You shot him a smile, giving him an invitation to join you and he finally gathered the courage to do so.

“Hey” Jaehyun smiled and leaned on the wall opposite you. His eyes would briefly move to your body and each time he would mentally scold himself which you noticed and found amusing.

“You know Jaehyun if you find me attractive it's not a crime” you smirked,

“What's in my mind feels like a crime though”

“Oh?” you cocked your head to the side, “and what's on your mind?”

Jaehyun blushed and bit down on his lip, “you don't want to know”

This was it, the opening. You slowly walked over to Jaehyun and when he didn't move you moved even closer, just a few inches away from his body. Jaehyun gulped as he watched you lick your lips seductively and your dark eyes looked up at him.

“Do you want to show me ?” you purred and ghosted your fingers lightly across his bicep.

“Fuck I want to….but”

You placed your index finger to your lips and shook your head, “There's a reason you came over here Jaehyun, and if you cared about your relationship you wouldn't allow me to be this close right now”

You pushed yourself up on your toes and placed your lips against his ear, “I’ll give you one last chance, tell me no and walk out of this party, go back to her and forget about me or stay and show me what's on that dirty mind of yours.”

Jaehyun felt goosebumps on his skin, he had never felt this way with anyone in his entire life. With Arin their sex life was pretty vanilla and whenever he would try to spice it up, she would shut him down and say she wasn't interested. But here with you, he was hard as rock just by your words. He couldn't even imagine what it probably felt like to have you bent over and him have his way with you. The only thing on his mind was ruining your pretty make-up as he took you from behind.

You moved closer again, challenging him in order to make up his mind but he surprised you by licking his lips as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Within seconds your lips were attached to his and you felt dizzy with ecstasy. He was sweeter than you dreamed and he matched your desperation as he caressed your face groaning into the kiss finally releasing his pent up stress.

You pulled away and Jaehyun whined already missing your lips and you giggled cutely, “before I continue I do want to say that I do like you Jaehyun like fucking really like you”

“You like me ? why? Aren't I too boring for you” his eyes looked at you puzzled. You grabbed his hand and led him into the free bedroom next to Johnny's room and locked the door behind you, drowning out the noise from the party.

“Yeah I like you and no you're not boring you're one of us, I know it”

Jaehyun felt flushed, he somehow felt he was included in something he had always been missing. Despite all the sexual innuendos and the drugs sex and alcohol lifestyle that became the brand of the group he saw something more. Everyone was comfortable and nobody judged him here. Sure he didn't fit in and they could've easily outcast him like the prep group would've, but everyone was so nice to him. On top of all of that he was incredibly attracted to you, and now that you had confessed to him he only wanted you more.

From the first night you approached him he was floored. He wished he swapped places with Taeyong just to make you feel like you were on cloud 9. He loved how unapologetically yourself you were and all he wanted was to learn from you. Learn more about himself and explore freely without feeling boxed in.

“Fuck y/n I like you too, from the moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you” Jaehyun groaned and placed his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll deal with Arin right now if you want me too, Im yours.”

You bit down on your lip and pulled him closer by his waistband as he noticed your eyes darken under the dimmed lights,

“No….I kinda wanna fuck you while she thinks she still has you” You mewled, and licked your lips.

Your words made Jaehyun go crazy and his lips were back on yours this time rougher than before. He practically ripped open your skirt as you rid yourself of your boots,

“Shit fuck im sorry I’ll buy you another” he cursed and you chuckled leading him over to the bed. You discarded his shirt and basketball shorts, purring at the sight of his greek statue-like physique. Jaehyun helped you out of your shirt and ran his large hands over your breasts and lower back as you straddled him. This exchange was different for you too. Many hookups were just filled with lust but none had this type of passion and desperation. There were moments where you and Jaehyun would just exchange gazes, completely in awe of the other person.

You ran your fingers below the waistband of his boxers and felt his hardened member twitch at your touch. Jaehyun moaned into your ears as you teased him, stroking him gently while nipping away at his neck. “You gonna be a good boy and let me mark you ?” you cooed and Jaehyun whined in response, turning his head allowing you to turn his pale skin purple.

“Baby Arin is gonna see what i've done to your neck, should I stop?”

“No please dont...stop” Jaehyun squirmed underneath you completely under your spell.

You pulled down Jaehyun’s boxers and watched his member spring up and hit his abdomen. You quickly rid yourself of your bra and panties and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and turned your head to Jaehyun,

“Show me how much you want me baby, show me what you were thinking about earlier on” you moaned and Jaehyun thought he was going to explode just by how needy you were for him.

Jaehyun sat up and hovered over you as his eyes softened, running his hand over your body “If its too much, please let me know” you reached up to caress his face, feeling butterflies in your stomach from his sweet words,

“Sure baby, just give me your best I just want you so bad”

Jaehyun’s expression switched and his eyes narrowed like a lion looking at its prey. He brought his hand up and slapped you on your ass which made you moan out loud. He used the opportunity to finally play out his fantasy and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees, ass on full display for him as he licked his lips at the sight.

He placed two digits in his mouth, lathing them up before pushing them into your already wetness. Your moan earned another smack from Jaehyun and he pumped his fingers in you at an extremely slow and agonizing pace. You whined into the pillow and he smirked, he couldn't believe he got you to beg for his touch like this.

“Baby I don't have a condom” He mumbled, still keeping his fingers inside of you as you whined beneath him,

“I'm on the pill, just cum wherever you want” You groaned as you felt Jaehyun’s fingers move a bit faster.

Jaehyun growled at your words and without warning he replaced his fingers with his member and slammed into you, grabbing both your hands and retrained them behind your back. He marvelled at the site of your face pressed into the bed as he restrained your touch and fucked you from behind.

“That feels so fuckiing good Jae” you cried, the sensation was already too much for you to handle but you tried your best not to chase your orgasm just yet.

“You're so tight fuck” Jaehyun groaned as he felt you squeeze around him sending his mind into a frenzy. Jaehyun pulled out of you and flipped you back over, entering you while your thighs locked around his waist. Your eyes were locked on him as he fucked you harder than anyone has before, that shy boy he was a few hours ago was completely gone.

“Are you ready to cum baby?” Jaehyun hummed in your ear as he still pounded into you mercilessly and wrapped his hand around throat.

“Y-yeah” you managed to say, feeling as though you were going to see fucking stars any second.

Jaehyun bit into your shoulder as he used all his energy to bring to your orgasm before he himself exploded. You finally sighed deeply signaling your orgasm had reached and Jaehyun pulled out of you, coming undone all over your stomach, the sight of him totally fucked out was absolutely delicious.

Jaehyun watched you swipe your index finger across your stomach and bring it to your mouth, tasting him as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

“Fuck…” he watched you, already feeling like you were about to make him as hard as a rock again.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Jaehyun broke away and quickly got tissues to clean the both of you up before collapsing in the bed next to you.

“That was the best fuck i've had in my entire life” he sighed and placed his arm around your head and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Same for me baby, but let's get dressed before one of my crazy friends decides to join us” you giggled and threw him his boxers.

You and Jaehyun dressed up and you managed to safety pin the skirt rip Jaehyun had made, still hearing him mutter apologies as the two of you made your way back to the party.

The two of you found the main group hanging around the kitchen snacking on pizza until they saw the two of you and everyone started howling and whistling.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a slice and rested your head on Ten’s shoulder. Johnny went in and high fived Jaehyun, “damn didn't think you had it in you brother” Johnny patted his back as Jaehyun slipped into the seat next to you and held your waist.

“I guess Jaehyun is one of us” Taeyong said, quite impressed by the outcome.

“I told you guys, oh wait” You stopped to pull out your phone and turn on the front facing camera, “smile”

Jaehyun chuckled and leaned closer into the frame as the flash blinked, just before the shutter went off you turned to him and licked his cheek seductively. Taking a quick look at the picture you smirked as you uploaded the picture to your instagram and watched as your whole timeline exploded with the scandalous picture.

You held the phone up to Jaehyun as he watched the comments flooding in, many people mad at his adultery and many people surprised he managed to even pull a girl like you and gave him props.

“Welcome to the freaks club Jung Jaehyun” you smirked.

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thin ice. (m)

pairing: icehockeyplayer!mark x figureskater!reader

words: 2.6k+

summary: mark lee is the only thing standing in the way of your team’s victory. therefore, fucking him dumb is the best way to defeat him.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, overstimulation, constant fucking, bathroom sex, talks of car blowjobs, sex on the floor, (slight) breeding kink, creampie, hair pulling

disclaimer: i have no idea how figure skating or ice hockey works, i literally fell on my ass when i tried to step on the ice

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds left and the money is all yours. You can see it now — the lavish outfits, brand new skates, and even silk hair ties for when you want to play dress up. Mark Lee just has to miss this shot.

“He’s going to fucking make it,” Doyeon hisses in your ear, chewing on her nails in anticipation.

“Shut up!” You push her away and tell her to stop damaging her fingers.

You watch as Mark glides across the ice, almost knocking into Doyoung twice. “Slam him, slam him!” You screech, ignoring the stares of people around you. You simply want to see Mark get wiped out so glory can be within your reach.

You feel your world collapse when the puck hits the net, time stopping in slow motion as the crowd jumps up in pure bliss. Doyeon’s already crying in your shoulder, and you hear the angry shouts of Chaeyoung on your other side.

Mark Lee, you fucking asshole.

—

Since you were five years old, the ice became your home. And no, you didn’t have an awakening and gain powers like Elsa from Frozen. Your mother discovered how much you loved figure skating, even though your brother, Johnny, was a tall, bumbling mess once he stepped in the rink.

Once your talent was discovered, you were enrolled in figure skating classes and spent most of your afternoons gliding around the ice. You were excited to learn that you could possibly do the sport professionally if you practiced hard enough, but nobody told you how difficult the athletics administration could be.

You were scouted for your college because of your talents in figure skating, many believing you would be a great candidate for the Winter Olympics. However, when you arrived to campus, you learned that you would never be the first priority in the athletics budget.

It was a constant battle between figure skating and ice hockey for the money. Most of the funds went to football and basketball anyways, so you didn’t have much to fight for in the first place. The deal made by the athletics department was simple — if the ice hockey team could not carry themselves to a national championship, the rest of their budget would be distributed to your team.

The victory was within reach until Mark Lee scored the winning goal Friday night, making the ice hockey team one step closer to the national title.

You’re currently waiting for them to finish practice, tapping your foot impatiently as you stand besides the opening to the rink. You finally hear the boys finish up, laughing with one another as they exit. Their eyes narrow at the sight of you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Ten asks.

You smile. “Nope. Sicheng, we need to talk.”

The captain sighs and follows you until you’re out of earshot. “What is it now?”

You scoff. “You know damn well my team deserves the money more than you do. Worlds is just around the corner and we need the money in order to get there.”

Sicheng laughs at you, still holding his helmet from practice in one hand. “Please. Don’t act like you’re doing this for your team, we both know you’re just wanting to advance for yourself.”

If you could punch Sicheng without facing a lawsuit, your life would be so much easier. You take a step closer to him, ignoring the immediate flush in his cheeks at the proximity.

“I hope your team fails at the next game. I’ll be watching when you do.”

“Stop harassing him.” Mark approaches the scene, pulling his captain’s shoulder and pushing him away from you. “Just face that your team won’t make it. Can’t blame us for your failure.”

You smile sweetly at Mark. He’s been haunted ever since Donghyuck leaked his secret that he used to like you during your freshman year. Mark used to follow you around like a lost puppy, but now, he has no hesitation putting you in place. You know you still have the advantage over him because after all, he can’t deny the way his heart beats when he sees you.

Sicheng observes as you grip onto the fabric of Mark’s uniform, pulling him close until his nose is inches away from yours. Mark gulps at the proximity, not feeling so confident anymore.

“Don’t act like if I dropped to my knees right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to stuff my mouth full-”

“Okay!” Sicheng exclaims, pulling the blushing boy to his side. Mark’s cheeks are almost as bright as his uniform. Sicheng glares at you. “We’re going to win on Friday. Then, I’m taking your entire team’s budget.”

You smirk. “Good luck with that.”

—

“I’m not sure this is going to work,” Yeji remarks, watching as Doyeon pulls a tight black dress over your head. You roll your eyes at her comment while Chaeyoung helps you adjust the spaghetti straps of your dress.

“Don’t be so negative,” Seojeong flicks Yeji’s forehead, causing the younger girl to glare at her.

You’re all gathered in Doyeon’s living room, trying to hatch out a plan that Yeji believes is doomed to fail. Tonight was the celebratory party before the game, a dumb idea concocted by Donghyuck on every Thursday night. It goes to show how irresponsible the ice hockey team really is, getting wasted the night before their biggest game. However, tonight works in your favor, because as demonstrated just a few days ago, you still have Mark Lee in your waiting palm. All he needs is a little push away from his teammates and you’ve fully got him. Once the plan is in place, you highly doubt Mark will be able to perform well tomorrow. Considering he’s the team’s best player, taking him down secures a win for the figure skating team.

“Does everyone know their roles?” You check again, eyeing Yeji from her spot on Doyeon’s couch.

She scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Good,” Chaeyoung nods. “Remember that this isn’t just for us but the future figure skaters for years to come.”

None of you have time to comment on Chaeyoung’s dramatics, already seeing how stressed she is by the way she tugs at her hair frantically trying to apply lip gloss on you. The girls finish getting you all dolled up when Seojeong gets a text.

“Yuta says Mark’s ready,” she announces. You thank the heavens that Yuta was able to get in the ice hockey’s team good graces, none of them expecting the figure skater to be a double agent.

“Let’s get him then,” you grin.

You’re quickly shoved into Yeji’s tiny car and the five of you are off to Donghyuck’s apartment. There’s commotion when you arrive — Sungchan standing on the couch and declaring Sicheng the cutest man alive, Ten giggling with Yangyang by the kitchen counter, Donghyuck’s tongue shoved down a random girl’s throat and Jeno trying to save Mark from choking in the bathroom. Your eyes meet Yuta’s and he winks at you, making sure no one else has seen your arrival. You lean on the doorframe of Donghyuck’s bathroom, smiling at the two of them. Jeno sees you first, urgently patting Mark’s back to save him.

“What’s wrong? Did he see a naked girl or something?”

Mark’s eyes shoot up at the sound of your voice and he gets even more flustered, coughing and choking even more now.

“Why are you here?” Jeno frowns.

You smile and shrug. “To enjoy the show. I can handle Mark from here, Jeno.”

Jeno laughs. “As if I would leave him with you.”

“But Yeji’s waiting in the living room. Are you really going to keep her waiting?”

You smirk at Jeno’s confliction before he finally gives in, leaving Mark and you in the bathroom. You shut the door while Mark recovers, downing a glass of water to help the food go down. “Why are you really here?” He asks once he’s calmed down. He tries not to linger on what you’re wearing, the swell of your breasts tempting him in this close proximity. His gaze flies to the ceiling when your hand wraps around his shoulder, pulling him in closer and letting his fingers rest on your hip.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Scared of a little action?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses. “We’re going to win tomorrow. You can’t stop me.”

You pout. “Is the win really worth it, Mark? Do you want it more than my pussy around your cock?” He grunts lowly, fingers tightening around your waist. You smile. “Or what about your cock shoved down my throat until I can’t breathe? You could easily bend me over the sink and take me any way you want. Doesn’t that sound so much better?”

“Don’t,” he warns you, cord about to snap. “You’re being such a brat.”

He needs one more push. You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Please, Mark? I want your cum inside me. Need it dripping down my thighs so everyone can see who I belong to.”

He breaks, growling as he pushes you against the sink. You giggle when his lips crash into yours, his hands quickly moving to push up the fabric of your dress. He delivers one slap to your clothed clit and you moan at the sensation.

“Fucking annoying whore,” he scoffs at you. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for money that you would drive all the way here just to take my cock like a good girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you until you cry?”

You nod frantically, whimpering. “Please please please. I want it so badly.”

He shoves two fingers in your dripping hole and you cry, back arching against the mirror. Mark’s fingers grip your cheeks and he turns you so that you’re looking right at him. You hold his stare when his thumb rubs frantically at your clit, fingers curling inside of you.

“S-So good, so good,” you blubber, eyes rolling back at the pleasure filling your veins.

You whine when he retracts his fingers but he’s quick to drop to his knees, ripping your underwear and flinging it to the side so he has no obstacles in his way. He immediately dives into your pussy, licking and sucking at your folds. You internally curse. You had no idea Mark was this good at eating pussy or you would’ve prepared yourself more. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his lips attach to your clit, abusing the nub by sucking harshly.

The pain throws you into your first orgasm, whimpering loudly as you fall apart around Mark’s tongue. He quickly cleans you up, not missing any of your juices as he licks your pussy clean.

His eyes darken when he stands, taking in the sight of you looking so fucked out on top of the bathroom sink. He’s about to unbuckle his belt before you stop him.

“I want to fuck at your place. Please?”

He nods at your request, helping you get down and adjusting your dress. It’s a little harder to walk since Mark ripped your panties, but you make do. You two exit the bathroom and you’re about to leave before you hear Donghyuck’s voice.

“Where the fuck are you two going?”

You glance at Mark, who’s a little irritated by his teammate’s appearance.

“Mind your own fucking business, Donghyuck.”

You smirk at the blonde boy’s shocked expression as you two leave his apartment. Mark walks fast, fumbling with the keys to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“Trust me, I can’t.”

The drive to his apartment involves two pit stops, the first one happening because you desperately want to give Mark a blowjob and the second one happening because Mark desperately wants to taste you again.

When you finally get to his apartment, the both of you are already a mess. You don’t even make it to the bedroom — Mark shoving you down on his living room rug and pushing his cock deep inside you. You moan at the intrusion and Mark wastes no time, setting up a fast pace and ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over again. You’re a drooling mess, letting him abuse your pussy. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you upwards. He balances you so that your back is against his chest.

“Such a perfect little slut for me. What would the panel of judges at Worlds say when they see you? The future Olympic gold medalist begging for cock?”

“I would let them see,” you whisper back at him. “Let them know what lengths I would go to just to win that fucking competition.”

You fall apart around his cock again, your orgasms coming faster after the first two. You whine when you hear Mark’s constant grunts filling your ears.

“Cum inside, Mark. Want all of your cum.”

“Yeah? Little whore wants it all? Wants to be bred like a good little bitch?”

You cry. “Yes, yes, yes! I want it so badly.”

That’s all it takes for Mark to shoot ribbons of white inside of you, coating your insides. You both collapse on the floor, exhausted.

A few minutes pass in silence before Mark speaks up. “I’m ready to go again after I eat some ramen.”

You laugh. “Make it two servings and I’ll be ready.”

He eagerly gets up and shuffles to his kitchen. You smirk, searching for your phone and shooting a text to the group chat.

I’ve got him. The money’s all ours.

After eating ramen and chatting for a little bit, Mark takes you again on the barstool of his kitchen. Then, he fucks you up against the wall, on his couch and in his bed.

He’s thoroughly fucked out when you two finish and you smile, leaning over to kiss him.

“Good luck with your game tomorrow.”

You leave him laying in his bed, wondering if he just jeopardized the future of his team.

—

There’s one minute left in the game.

The team is down by one point and they’re all looking at Mark as they huddle together. Donghyuck hisses at him.

“Did she fuck you stupid? We’re going to lose everything because of you!”

Mark shakes his head, trying to compose himself. It’s hard to do so when he spots you in the crowd, smiling at him as if you want him to win. You’ve thoroughly fucked with his head, his thoughts constantly traveling to the image of you beneath him, sobbing as he shoves his thick cock into you mercilessly.

“This is your fault, Jeno!” Ten growls. “You should’ve never left Mark alone with her!”

“Everyone, shut up!” Sicheng bellows, annoyed by his teammates. “We’re going to lose if we don’t focus. What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Donghyuck scoffs. “I think I do.”

Sicheng glares at the younger male to be quiet. “I don’t care what it is anymore. There’s one minute left and I need you to get it together.”

“I will, I will,” Mark insists, even though he’s not so sure about it himself. They break the huddle and get back into the game, Mark trying to focus as the referee blows the whistle. Jung Jaehyun comes charging at him and Mark tries to dodge.

“Come on, Mark!”

As soon as he hears your voice overpower the audience, he loses his balance and Jaehyun slams him up against the wall. Mark groans when he tumbles to the ground and it isn’t long before he hears the final buzzer echo in the rink. The competing team jumps for joy, laughing with one another as they meet in the middle of the ice. Mark stays on the ground, watching pitifully as his teammates slump in defeat.

His eyes look for yours again in the stands, but you’re already long gone.

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