Amandine ;)

TW: suggestive content, oral sex.

End of term exam approached. The biggest exams you ever known. Eddie already you he wouldn't pass, so he didn't even bother studying. You on the other hand studied like you life depended on it.

Eddie didn't say anything, he knew how important it was for you, so he just found ways to be close to you withtout disturbing you but still having physical contact, he'd probably die without it. His hand on your knees, his finger brushing your arms softly while you studied.

But tonight he notuced something was different, you didn't looked relax like you usually do after hours of studying.

"Are you okay sweet thing?" He asks, soft, as if he didn't wanted to pull you out of your focus but still caredto ask if you were alright.

"No.." You admit. "It doesn't want to get in my brain. I can't..I don't.." You add as you sigh. "Im not learning..I can't memorise anything tonight.." You add, sighing again.

"Baby.. you've been studying the same subjet for hours now.. you need a break.." He says, slowly pulling your computer out of your lap and placing it next to you in the bed.

"Let me hold my girl for a while.." He says, Moving to lay between your legs, his arms wrapped around you and his head nuzzled in your neck, pressing soft kisses there.

"My sweet girl..Always working.." he murmurs against your neck.

You smile and let a sigh of relief. It did feel good. Holding your man after hours of studies. You press a soft kiss on the top of his head.

"Come on..you deserve a break baby..let me make you feel good.." He says as he smiles, his head lowering itself between your legs.

He pressed soft kisses there, beore pressing his tongue over your underwear, you relax immediately. His tongue begun to trace your folds, slow at first.

TW : smut, oral sex, cunni.

Steve who after a long day at work only thinks about getting home to you. And eat your pussy until you cry out his name.

"Baby..open the door Im starving.." He says as he knocks on your door.

By the look he gives you when you open the door you know he wasn't talking about food. You know you were in for a long night.

The second he walks through the door, he pounces, crushing his lips to yours, hard, pouring all his love into the kiss.

"I missed you so much today" He whispers between kisses.

And after that, he pushes you onto the couch, lowering his head between your thighs, pulling your legs on his shoulders, lifting your dress because nothing is gonna get between his mouth and your cunt.

"I miss that pussy too.." He whispers before tasting you. "I could spend hours eating that cunt of yours. You taste so fucking good.." He says between licks.

And he does. Spend hours eating you. One orgasm isn't enough. He gives you times to catch your breath before diving back in. Licking you like you were his last meal. Sucking on your clit like he was feasting. Until you're a needy, dripping mess on his tongue.

When you come for the fourth times on his mouth, he licks it all, every drop of your cum. When he finally look up, his chin dripping with your cum, he lick his lips before kissing you soflty, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

TW : smut.

Context : You and Steve were dating for a while now, he was always so sweet and patience with you.

Tonight, you two were laying on his bed, cuddling, as his hands slide on your thighs, you felt ready, you wanted more.

"Steve.." You start as you look at him.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asks

"I..I'm ready..I want to do it, with you" You say.

He looks at you, his hand stilling for a second.

"You're sure baby?" He asks

"Yes, I'm sure" You say as you nod, you trusted him and you wanted to pass that step in your relationship.

He nods, "Okay baby.. But you tell me if anything feels too much promise?" He asks

You nod and tilt your head as he starts kissing your neck softly, little pecks that turns into open mouthed kisses, and little bites.

Steve exhaled a quiet, shaky breath as you tilted your head back, offering him the soft curve of your neck like an invitation. He didn’t waste it.

His lips brushed over your skin—kissing, then lightly nipping, a trail of warm touches that made his heart pound.

At the same time, he felt you tugging at his jeans. His hips lifted instinctively to help you slide them down.

He paused for half a second—eyes dark with want—and looked at you. Waiting

You nod “I’m ready..” You say as I give him permission to get inside of you.

Steve's eyes held yours, deep, intense, searching for any hint of hesitation. There wasn’t one.

You were ready. And he wanted this too.

He kissed you again, slow and deep a final check-in before things changed.

Then carefully, gently… he reached for the condom. His hands didn’t shake—not nervous anymore, but they moved with quiet focus as he took care of it.

After a breath… after another kiss to your forehead…

He positioned himself over you, heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

You nod, giving him a last permission as I feel his tip against your entrance, pressing but not quite in yet.

Steve's hovered above you, his body warm and solid, knees on either side of your hips. The moment felt suspended, like the world had stopped just for this.

You nodded. And that was all it took.

With infinite slowness, he pressed forward—just slightly at first, the tip of him meeting you in quiet intimacy. A breath escaped him: shaky, reverent.

He paused again—not pushing further yet—but waiting… letting you adjust to the sensation… making sure it felt right for both of you.

His forehead dropped gently against yours. Eyes closed. Holding his weight carefully so as not to crush you.

You gasp, letting a small hum of pleasure leaving your lips as you feel his tip and a couple of inches inside of your walls, but not fully yet, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of the stretch.

He felt your gasp—saw the tiny shiver run through you—and froze completely. Every muscle in his body tensed, not from effort… but from restraint.

That soft hum of pleasure? It hit him like lightning.

He opened his eyes slowly, dark with emotion and something tender beneath the desire. Seeing you adjust—your breathing steadying, your body relaxing around him—he exhaled softly against your lips.

Then… inch by careful inch… he pressed deeper.

Not fast. Not rushing. Just slow, patient movement—as if memorizing every second of this connection between you two.

One hand slid into yours beside the pillow. Fingers lacing together.

You smile as you feel his hand in yours, you squeeze his slightly as you adjust to every new inches of him inside of you

His breath hitched at the squeeze of your hand—small, but meaningful. A quiet reassurance that you were okay. That this was good.

He smiled back—a real one, soft and tender—his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way they rarely did on camera.

Each new inch came with more patience than he probably knew he had. He kissed you again: sweetly, lightly… like punctuation between breaths.

The room stayed silent except for the muffled sounds of distant party music downstairs—and your shared breathing growing heavier now.

And when there was no more space to fill… When finally he was fully inside you…

He stilled completely. Holding himself up on his elbows above you.

Your eyes roll in your head just once as you feel his cock fully inside of you now “You..you can move…” you say after a second

Steve's breath came out in a slow, shaky stream at your words. The permission—soft and trusting—sent warmth flooding through his chest.

He nodded, eyes dark with focus.

Then slowly… so slowly… he pulled back just an inch—testing the movement—and you both felt it: the sweet friction, the quiet intimacy of being connected like this.

No rush. No force. Just gentle rhythm as he began to move.

A shallow roll of his hips first—a soft push forward again—but deeper this time…

And then another. A slow glide in and out. Careful. Tender.

you moan softly as you feel the friction of him inside of your now wet walls “Oh..” You whine as you feel him back Inside

That moan it curled something tight in his chest and sent heat straight to his core.

He kissed you again—quickly, desperately—as he sank back into you on the next gentle thrust. This time a little deeper. A little more certain.

Each movement grew slightly bolder—not faster yet—but with more weight behind it. More intention.

His hips rocked in slow waves now: inward… pause… then out again…

Skin on skin. Breaths tangled together.

You moan again, louder asyou feel him deeper, whines leaving your mouth each time he pulled back and in again.

Steve's heart pounded with every moan you made—louder this time, unfiltered, real. Each whine that slipped from your lips as he pulled back and slid into you again sent electric pulses through his body.

He couldn’t help it—his rhythm started to build. Still slow… but deeper now. Smoother.

Every thrust drew another soft sound from you: a breathy "oh", a quiet whimper on the pullout…

You whine a bit louder, your were moaning on and on..like a mantra, you could feel myself getting wetter each time he pushed back in

He felt it—the heat, the slickness, the way your body responded to him. Every moan you made vibrated through his chest and straight into his bones.

He was drowning in it—the sound of you: whiny, breathy, lost in sensation. Like a mantra just for him.

And God… he loved that.

His hips began moving with more confidence now—still gentle but with growing rhythm. Each push deeper drew another cascade of soft moans from you—and each one made him want to hear them louder.

One hand slid down from yours to your hip… then lower—to cup your thigh and lift it slightly around his waist…

Changing the angle. Hitting a different spot inside.

You moan loudly, high pitched as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his length hitting another spot inside from another angle. “Oh..Steve..” you moan lowly

The second you wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned his name: high, sweet, desperate, he froze for half a heartbeat.

Not from hesitation.

From wow.

That sound. That voice. You were moaning his name like it was the only word you knew now.

It shattered something in him.

His control wavered. His breath turned ragged. And then he kissed you—harder this time—not gentle anymore, but hungry with emotion and need.

The new angle worked: every thrust now hit that spot deep inside… the one making your back arch slightly into him as another loud moan escaped.

He didn’t stop moving. Just kept going… chasing those sounds.

You moan again, as your eyes rolled back in your head again, your head throwing back on the pillow as your back arch off the bed slightly.

Steve watched you unravel beneath him—the way your head fell back, eyes rolling shut, lips parting in a silent moan that turned into a breathy cry. Your back arched off the bed like you couldn’t control it… like his body on yours was too much to handle.

And God, it was beautiful.

He didn't say anything, couldn't. His throat tightened with emotion.

Instead, he lowered his mouth to your neck and kissed—then sucked gently—a soft mark forming under the warmth of his lips as he kept moving inside you: steady, deep thrusts that matched the rhythm of your rising breaths.

Every time he pushed in? Your hips lifted slightly toward him. Every time he pulled out? A whimper slipped from your parted lips.

You head throwing back again onto the pillow “Oh..god..!” You moan as I feel yourself drip ever more around him

Steve felt it, the wet heat around him growing, your body responding in waves with every thrust. The moan that ripped from you—"Oh… god!"—shattered his focus for a second.

His hips stuttered.

Not because he was close—but because you were so responsive, so undone by this connection between you two, and it overwhelmed him.

He bit his lip to steady himself, eyes dark and glassy as they flickered down to watch the rise of your chest, the flush on your neck…

Then back up to where your head had fallen again on the pillow—completely lost in sensation.

Without breaking rhythm now, he kissed down from your jaw… along his collarbone… then lower toward that spot just above where he could leave another mark.

“Steve..” You moan as you try to speak, trying to warn him you weren't gonna last much longer, that it felt too good. But only moans and his name left your mouth

Steve heard his name—repeated, breathless, desperate, and understood. Even if you weren’t forming full sentences… the way you moaned it told him everything.

You were close.

So close.

And that knowledge sent a thrill through him—not just arousal, but something deeper. The privilege of being the one to bring you here. To make your body tremble like this.

He slowed again—not stopping—but gentled his movements: softer thrusts now, almost sensual in their rhythm… like he was drawing out every second of your pleasure on purpose.

One hand slipped under your back to pull you slightly closer as he kissed down your throat—lips warm and lingering—and whispered against your skin for the first time: "I've got you."

You moan as you feel his hand on your back, making you feel him deeper inside of you,

“Oh..oh” you whine on repeat, your back arching off the bed again, you were so close, right on the edge

Steve felt your back arch beneath his touch, the way your body lifted into him—desperate, chasing something just out of reach. Your whines on repeat like a prayer were driving him wild.

He knew.

You were right there.

And he wanted to push you over.

So gently, so carefully… he shifted his hips and changed the angle again—the one that had made you moan loudest earlier—and then began moving deeper: slow but firm thrusts that hit exactly where it mattered.

Each one drew another shaky cry from you. Each one pulled your body tighter against his as if magnetized by pleasure itself.

He kissed your forehead. Held onto you.

“Oh..S-Steve…!”You moan loudly, crying out as you come around him, pleasure overwhelming you in waves, your back arching of the bed

The second your cry tore through the quiet room he felt it.

Your body clenched around him, tight and pulsing in waves of pure ecstasy. The pleasure crashed over you like a tide uncontrollable, overwhelming and Joseph froze for half a heartbeat… just to watch you.

Your face twisted with bliss. Your back arched off the bed completely now. Your hands gripped at his shoulders or maybe the sheets—he didn’t know—but everything about you screamed release.

And God… it was beautiful.

He stayed still inside you as your orgasm rippled through both of them—the warmth spreading between their connected bodies

“Oh oh god..” you say softly, panting as you come down from your orgasm, still dazed

Steve stayed perfectly still, breathing heavily as he watched you come down from your high. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, cheeks flushed pink in the dim moonlight.

The room felt quieter now—like even the air was hushed after what just happened.

He slowly lowered himself to his side beside you, careful not to break contact too fast. One arm curled around your waist—gentle, protective—as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

No words yet.

Just quiet affection: fingertips brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face… thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip…

Tw : foreplay, hand job and blow job, smut.

Context: You two were dating, while everyone in the empire saw him as a cold hearted ruler, you didn't. He was kind and loving to you.

You were currently on your balcony.

Geta watches you from the marble archway, cloaked in silence. No guard, no advisors. Just him, stripped of the empire for one moment on stilness. His hands curl and uncurl at his side. You haven't seen him yet. You hair catches the light, haloed like a goddess born of dawn. The tension in his shoulders melts. He steps forward.

You didn't flinch when he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, resting his hands on your knees, his eyes looking at you like something piceless, because to him yoi are.

The emperor exhales, right now he wasn't a ruler, he was a man who found his only sanctuary, you.

For a heartbeat he doesn't speak, just stare at you, your eyes, your smile, the curve of your lips, the quiet worry in your eyes, trying to search any sign of discomfort on his face, worry, not for yourself, but for him. As if the emperor could be anything else than untouchable. He is not untouchable with you.

Slowly, Geta leans forward and presses his forehead to your knee.

A king on his knees before a woman who wears no crown, yet rules everything worth ruling, his heart.

Then he lifts his gaze again, gold brown eyes and reassure you.

"I'm okay.." He says, voice low like velvet.

You smile, graving that image of him on your mind before dropping to your kness too, your fingers cradle his face and press a soft kiss on his lips.

He's soft under your touch, tamed by devotion that only can command without speaking a single word of order.

Geta freeze for half a second, his lips parting slightly under yours, stunned. He always adore when you kiss him this sweetly. Then, instinct takes over, he kisses you back slowly, reverently. Like workshiping an altar no priest has ever touched before you came along and made gods kneel too low.

As you hold him against your body you couldn't help but notice he was hard. You remember than everytime this happens he makes no moves to ease his archness, you never knew why and never push to get an answer.

"Do you need me to help you baby..?" You ask softly, hoping he'd get your subtext.

He freezes for half a second, just the tinest hithcin his breath. He hadn't said anything, hadn't hinted, but you noticed, and offered to help. He is indeed hard from kissing you. It's torture and bliss at the same time. For a moment he says Nothing, maybe because of pride? Shyness? You don't know.

"Baby.." You start soflty, you fingers on his chin to make him look at you, "I Don't know why you ,ever take care of yourself..but if you want I'll do it, I'll take care of you, I'm offering." You say, "But I won't push you neither to tell me why or to do anything" You add.

Geta’s throat tightens. Your words—so soft, so *understanding—pierce through him in a way no sword ever could. He stares at you in the dim moonlight, your face half-hidden by shadow and warmth both.

He hadn’t taken care of himself. Not like this.

Not since… well. Not since he became emperor—or maybe not since he realized how much power changes intimacy: guards always around, servants watching every move, expectations that emperors shouldn't be seen chasing pleasure or affection so openly.

And with you? His lover? The one person who truly matters?

He never wanted to seem… desperate. Or demanding. Or pushy—even if his body screamed for you all the time.

So yes—he’d ignored it. Ignored himself. Because being an emperor meant learning restraint too.

"It's not like I don't want to.." He starts, "I just..never felt like I could". He adds He pauses for a second. "I'm always being watched. Every moves scrutinized by the advisors, even my brother". He adds.

"No one's here.. do you want me to show you how good losing control can feel..?" You ask

Geta’s breath stops.

The question hangs in the air—simple, gentle, but devastating in its implication. Show me. Not take. Not command. Show me.

Like it's something sacred. Something he deserves.

His eyes search yours—wide now, vulnerable in a way no one else ever sees him: Emperor Geta stripped bare of his arrogance and sarcasm and violence.

He swallows hard.

A nod comes slowly. Tiny. Nervous.

No words at first—but that single movement says everything: yes. He wants this. Wants to feel… not as a ruler who demands pleasure on whim—but as someone loved enough to be touched with care.

And then quietly, almost shyly: "…Please."

You nod, disapearing Under his clothes. Since it was his first time being touched you wanted to let him choose how you'd do it.

"Do you want my hand on you or my mouth..?" You ask him.

The moment you disappear under the clothes, Geta’s breath hitches, sharp and shallow.

He lifts slightly to help without a word, heart pounding in a rhythm that has nothing to do with war or politics.

And then comes your question, soft as candlelight: Hand or mouth?

Gods.

His cheeks flush faintly from the sheer intimacy of it all. This isn't conquest. This is trust.

He hesitates… then whispers:* "…Both."

A pause. "Whichever… whichever you want first."

"It's okay my love..relax I'll do both for you.." You say softly as you slowly reach out to wrap one hand around his hard self.

The second your hand closes around him, warm and careful Geta's entire body tenses. A low sound escapes him, a quiet, involuntary hum of pleasure that vibrates through his chest. His fingers clutch his clothes on his hips, knuckles whitening slightly. Every nerve is alight, your touch is gentle but sure, warm palm movig slow over his sensitive skin.

"I got you baby..let me take care of you" You say, trying to ease his racing mind as your thumb brush over his tip slightly.

A spark of pure sensation shoots through him, making his hips twitch just slightly on instinct before he can stop himself. A shaky exhal escapes as you continu, the slow strokes steady and loving.

Your hand wraps itself a bit more firmly now, stroking his length slightly faster now.

Geta’s chest rises and falls rapidly—each breath shallow, unsteady. Your fingers move with a rhythm that's both careful and perfect, gentle pressure wrapping around him like devotion made touch.

A soft, broken moan slips out before he can stop it—the first real one of the night—and the second your hand strokes again? Another follows: higher-pitched this time, trembling on his lips.

He doesn’t care anymore.

His forehead glistens slightly with sweat despite the cool air; his ginger lashes flutter shut as he sinks deeper into sensation.

"Just like that baby..let yourself go..I got you" You say softly, your hand jerking him even faster.

The increase in pace, just a little faster, just enough to build heat—makes Geta’s breath catch audibly. A whimper escapes him this time, high and sweet like the cry of something fragile being cherished.

His hips rise slightly off the bed on their own—not demanding more, not pushing for control, but following your rhythm. His body is responding purely to sensation now: your warm hand gliding over him with loving precision.

Each stroke sends electric pulses through his spine.

He bites his lower lip briefly as if trying to quiet himself out of habit, because an emperor shouldn't sound so undone, but then you murmur "Just like that baby…"… soft and encouraging…

And he melts completely.

A series of tiny noises follow soft gasps between parted lips, hushed moans muffled against the pillow as pleasure coils tighter inside him.

You smile as you can feel and see on his face pleasure builind low in his stomach, him getting closer. You mouth replace your hand, your lips sucking slightly his tip, licking the precum that leaked out of him.

The moment your lips replace your hand—warm, wet, soft—the world stops.

Geta jolts.

A choked gasp rips from his throat as the sensation hits him like lightning: the gentle suction on his tip, the heat of your mouth enveloping him so carefully. It's nothing like cold palace politics or formal rituals, it's intimacy in its purest form.

His fingers fly to tangle in your hair just holding, pulling in just the slightlest pull ever. Anchoring himself.

For a second he freezes completely: body rigid with shock and overwhelming pleasure as if he hadn’t expected this kindness at all.

A broken moan spills out. Longer this time. Louder than any sound an emperor should ever make.

And his hips? They twitch again pushing forward insistently, instinctively chasing that sweet pressure

Then you take his cock in your mouth, not fully yet, letting him feel every inch be taken in your wet and warm mouth.

The second you take him into your mouth—warm, wet heat enveloping the first half of his length the breath leaves Geta’s lungs entirely.

He doesn’t breathe. Can’t.

And gods… he never knew this kind of touch existed for someone like him.

A strangled cry escapes—half gasp, half sob—as his back arches slightly off the bed again. His fingers tighten in your hair, but trembling now with overwhelmed sensation and building pleasure that coils tighter and tighter in his stomach.

Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes from how seen he feels right now.

“Push or pull as you feel it baby..don’t hold back” You say as you slide your mouth off of him, before taking his length deeper in your mouth, just a bit.

Geta hears your permission—soft, generous—and something in him breaks open.

For once… he doesn’t have to restrain himself.

No pride. No emperor's decorum. Just raw, unfiltered need.

And when you take him deeper this time, your lips sliding down with warm pressure, careful but brave—the sensation is too much. Too good. Overwhelming in the best way.

A broken whimper escapes as his hips lift slightly, not aggressively, not demanding but instinctively chasing that sweet heat of your mouth again and again…

He pushes forward. Just a tiny bit. An involuntary nudge of his pelvis toward you—as if begging for more without words.

And at the same time? His hands gently guide, not forcefully pull or push, but follow the rhythm now: soft tugs on your hair like silent encouragement.

You smile as I feel him finally give out control and lean in your touch You move your mouth a bit faster, my tongue tracing the underline of his cock

Geta is gone, completely lost in sensation, every thought dissolved into pure, shimmering pleasure. The moment your tongue traces the underside of him—warm and teasing—he makes a sound he’s never made before: a high, breathy whine that borders on desperate.

His hips rise again. More this time.

Not dominant or commanding… but pleading. Every gentle movement of your mouth sends electric pulses through his body—the rhythm faster now, perfect—and the contrast between your soft lips and sharp tongue? Devastating.

He’s breathing hard. Chest rising fast. Eyes screwed shut as tears finally slip free—not from sadness—but from how intensely beautiful this feels. How safe it is to be unraveled like this by you.

And then? A quiet sob escapes him barely there, as his hands clutch tighter at your hair…pulling a bit more now.

The vibration of your hum against his sensitive skin makes Geta jerk, his entire body tensing with a jolt of pleasure. The slight pull on your hair had been instinctive, not rough or demanding… just needy. A quiet plea for more contact.

He can't form words right away. Swallows hard. Licks his dry lips.

Then—voice cracked and hushed from the intensity: "…Yes."

“Good..you can keep pulling baby..” you say as I take him in your mouth again, fully this time, his tip hitting the back of your throat, his length burried entirely in your mouth

The second you take him fully—warm, wet heat swallowing his entire length—the world narrows to a single point of blinding sensation.

Geta chokes.

A raw, guttural sound tears from his throat, not quite a cry, not quite a moan. It's pure shock and pleasure colliding in one breathless gasp.

And this time? He doesn't hesitate.

His fingers tighten in your hair again, and this time… he pulls. Not hard. Not forceful. But with quiet encouragement: yes, please don’t stop.

The fullness is overwhelming—the way your lips stretch around him perfectly, the soft pressure as you adjust to taking all of it…

He whimpers again—a broken little noise

You could feel him on the edge of ecstasy, so you move your mouth a bit faster, your tongue applying the sligtest pressure on his tip.

The second your tongue flicks over his tip—tasting the salt-sweetness of precum, warm and sensitive as ever—the final thread of Geta’s control snaps.

A sharp, trembling cry escapes him.

No warning.No buildup to speak of.

Just pure, overwhelming release triggered by that one perfect lick—a soft, intimate gesture meant to push him right over the edge. And it does.

His back arches fully off the bed. Hands clench in your hair—not pulling away but holding on like a lifeline Every muscle locks for a heartbeat… then two…

With a shuddering gasp and muffled moan into his own clenched teeth… Geta comes

You swallow his cum as you keep moving a bit before slowly down, until you fully stop “Are you okay..?” You ask

He nods, small, dazed. He's stil coming down from his orgasm, unable to speak as he bliks up at the sky, still floating.

You smile as you slide your head back in the open, sitting next to him, holding him

“How do you feel baby..? Did I make you feel good?” You ask, resting your head on his chest.

Geta exhales slowly as you settle beside him, your head resting on his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing is still a little uneven but softening now, calming with each passing second. Your warmth against him feels like home.

He wraps an arm around you—tight, but not possessive. Protective.

For a moment, he just holds the silence… then lifts his free hand to stroke your hair: slow sweeps from roots to ends.

"…Yeah," he murmurs finally. "So good."

TW: smut, hand job, blow job, foreplay.

Context: One time you gave Eddie a hand job because you felt horny and wanted to do it for him. Since then, everytime he's hard he's begging you to help him. Saying that since you did it nothing felt as goos as your hand.

Today, you were suppose to meet Eddie in his trailer, you open the door, thinking he heard you you get in, to your suprise, Eddie was sat against the headboard in his his navy blue boxer with a hand put down them working himself, head tilted back. You drop your keys, his gaze meeting yours, he slipped his back back to himself.

"Shit..sorry I didn't know you were coming over..sorry..uh" He starts

"Hm..sorry I thought you heard me coming in.." You say, picking up the keys on the floor. "hm..do you want me to le you..finish?" You ask.

Eddie's face flused a deep red, he scrambled to pull the blanket over his lap. His mouth open and close itself at least four times before he speaks. "Can you..help me..please..?" He asks.

"Help you..finish?" You ask, looking at him.

He nods, giving you his best puppy eyes. "Please..please Sunshine.." He begs, "ever since you touched me..Nothing felt as good..please baby.." He adds.

You think for a moment, but the way he looks at you, needy, desperate for you touch, and begging…You nod, putting your stuff on the counter and going to his bed, without a word you slip Under the blanket.

"God yes..thank you, thank you baby" He says, his gaze not leaving you for a second.

"Are you desperate for my hand or mouth my love?" You ask

Eddie swallowed hard, his throat dried. He bit his lower lip thinking.

"uh..both..? Please baby..please" He asks

"Yeah..I can do that" You say as you nod, lowering yourself to his hips.

Eddie's entire body went rigid, his breath stopped completely for a second. His hands hovered akwardly at his sides, fingers twitching like he didn't know where to put them.

You smile softly to him as you gently wrap a hand around him, not movint it yet.

Edie sucked a sharp breath through his nose, his eyeslids fluttered shut for half a second at the feeling of you hand around his member. A quiet whimper escape him, he didn't mean to make it, it just happened. His hips twiched forward an inch of their own, instinctive and his other hand found the sheets.

You look up at him, making sure he was okay before your hand start to move on him, stroking him slowly. A soft stroke and Eddie's breath Hitch, his fingers curled into the sheets as his head tipped back against the wall. A quiet moan slipped out before he could stop it. Your thumb start to brush over his tip, applying the slightest pressure every now and then as your hand keep jerking him.

Eddie jolted—like he’d been zapped by lightning. A sharp, breathy gasp tore from his throat as your thumb grazed that sensitive spot, and suddenly his whole body was electric.

His hips bucked—just a tiny jerk—but it was involuntary. Pure reflex.

“Fuck…”

The word came out in a whisper, cracked and desperate. His face burned hotter than the radiator in winter. The magazine had long been forgotten on the floor beside the bed; all focus obliterated by you.

He stared down at you with glassy eyes—dazed, overwhelmed.

You smile at him, looking up to make sure he was still okay before your hand moved a bit faster, and quickly your mouth replace your hand, your lips hovering over his tip, your tongue daring out to lick it.

Eddie screamed—but it came out as a strangled, high-pitched gasp. His entire body locked up like he’d been struck by lightning… or maybe divine intervention.

The second your tongue flicked over him—warm, soft, teasing, his eyes rolled back slightly. A full-body shudder ripped through him from head to toe. His grip in your hair tightened just a fraction—not pulling, not pushing… but clinging, like you were the only thing keeping him from floating into space.

A whimper escaped his lips—a helpless little sound.

You look up again with your mouth still on his tip, sucking gently, but not taking him in your mouth yet.

Eddie panted, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. His dark eyes—wide, glossy with pleasure—stared down at you, watching every tiny movement of your lips on him.

The anticipation was killing him.

You weren’t rushing. You were waiting. Letting the tension build—the heat of your breath against sensitive skin, the softness of your lips hovering… not taking it further yet.

It drove him insane in the best way possible.

His jaw clenched slightly as he bit back another sound—but it slipped out anyway: a shaky whine that escaped through his nose like steam from a kettle about to explode…sweet and reverent amid all this electric tension.

When you made sure he was okay, you take his length in your mouth, not fully yet but half of it.

Eddie’s entire body arched—back straightening like a bowstring, toes curling into the thin carpet. A choked, guttural sound ripped from his throat—half gasp, half moan—as you took him in.

Half. Just half.

But that was more than he’d ever imagined. More than he’d dreamed about when lying here alone with that stupid magazine.

Your warmth. The softness of your mouth—the slight pressure as you adjusted around him, it short-circuited his brain entirely.

His breath came in ragged bursts now—uneven and loud. One hand remained tangled gently in your hair; the other pressed flat against the wall behind him for balance… like he might collapse otherwise.

You pull back, licking your lips before taking him back in your mouth, a little more now, deeper.

Eddie whimpered actually whimpered—a soft, broken little noise as you pulled away and then took him back in, a tiny bit deeper this time. Each withdrawal and return sent jolts through his nervous system like live wires.

"God..yes..!" he moans

He was trembling. From pure sensory overload. The wet heat of your mouth, the careful rhythm you were building… it was maddening in the most incredible way.

His hips twitched again—not pushing forward to meet you (he’d never dare without permission), but reacting on instinct: craving more contact.

A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead now. His lips parted slightly as he stared down at you with glassy eyes full of wonder—and something dangerously close to awe.

You smile as you suck him faster now, your hands resting on his hips to steady yourself.

Eddie’s breath turned into uneven, shaky gasps each one punched out of him as your mouth moved faster. The speed, the warmth, the hand on his hip grounding you both it was too much and not enough all at once.

His muscles tensed under your touch the hard line of his abdomen tightening as he fought to stay still. He didn’t want to thrust. Didn’t want to ruin it.

But goddamn… every nerve in his body screamed for friction.

A quiet moan slipped free, a real one this time low and throaty His fingers curled tighter in your hair again

"More..?" You mumble as you pull back slightly to speak.

Eddie’s eyes snapped to yours—wide, dark, drowning in sensation. Your voice vibrated against him when you mumbled "more?" and the sound sent a shockwave straight through his spine.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

All he could do was nod, fast. Eagerly, desperate. A frantic little jerk of his chin that screamed: YES PLEASE YES MORE.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something romantic or poetic—but all that came out was a breathless whimper.

"Yes..please..please more..please" He manage to say, begging.

You nod as you take him fully in your mouth now, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Eddie shattered.

A loud, unfiltered moan tore from his chest, raw and unrestrained echoing off the tiny trailer walls. His back slammed against the headboard with a soft thud as his body convulsed from sheer sensation.

You took him all the way.

No space. No gap. Just you, warm and wet and perfect, swallowing around him in a way that made stars explode behind his eyelids.

His hands flew to your shoulders, gripping like he might pass out otherwise. Every muscle in his body clenched: jaw tight, stomach locked up tight as steel.

You smile, letting him and yourself adjust before you move my mouth off and then back in, taking him fully in your mouth again, your tongue tracing he underline of his cock while you suck him.

Eddie bit his lip. A shaky, breathy groan slipped out anyway as you pulled off and then slid back down on him with that same careful precision.

"Oh..baby.." He moans.

Each retreat and return felt like a wave—gentle at first, then building in intensity. He was completely at your mercy now: trembling, sweaty, heart pounding so loud he swore you could hear it.

The second time was even more overwhelming than the first because now he knew what fullness felt like—and craved it.

His thighs tensed. His toes curled into the carpet again. One hand drifted from your shoulder back up into your hair, pulling slightly now.

"God..please baby..please.. fuck.." He moans, half begging half just gone in pleasure.

You suck him a little faster now, taking him fully eveytime, deep and fast to bring him on the edge of ecstasy.

Eddie’s breath turned into ragged, uneven bursts—each exhale sharp and desperate. His chest heaved as you picked up the pace, your mouth moving faster now with deliberate intent: taking him toward the edge.

He could feel it.The pressure building low in his stomach, the coil winding tighter and tighter with every slide of your lips. It was electric. All-consuming.

A soft whine escaped him—a high-pitched little sound that embarrassed him instantly—but he didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered but this, but you, doing this for him.

His hips twitched again involuntarily, pushing into you, reacting to sensation overload—while his fingers curled gently in your hair… silently begging (without words) for more.

"Please..please sunshine..I beg you please..let me cum..please" He begs between cries.

You could feel how close he was, so as a final touch you slid your tongue on his tip, applying pressure and licking precum and sucking gently on his tip.

The second your tongue swiped over his tip—warm, wet, perfect, Eddie completely unraveled.

A loud cry burst from him—raw and unfiltered. His back arched off the bed like he’d been electrocuted. Every nerve in his body short-circuited at once.*

That tiny lick—the taste of precum mixed with your saliva on that sensitive spot—was the final straw.

His hips jerked involuntarily.

With a shuddering gasp, Eddie came hard, wave after wave crashing through him as you stayed with it: gentle but unwavering. The room spun slightly around him, all sound drowned out by his own ragged breathing and thumping heartbeat.

You smile as you slowly stop moving, looking up at him, before wiping your chin with the back of your hand “you’re okay?” You ask

Eddie blinked rapidly, still dazed, still breathing like he’d just run a marathon. His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy waves as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through him.

For a solid five seconds… he couldn’t speak.

Just stared at you with wide, glassy eyes—lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed red from head to toe. Then slowly… so slowly… his brain rebooted.

You asked if he was okay. And honestly? He’d never felt more okay, or more wrecked—in his entire life.

He swallowed hard and finally managed: “Yeah…” Voice hoarse. “I’m—I’m fine..thank you baby..thank you.”

needy and sub Eddie x reader TW :smut, praises.

Context: you were laying against Eddie on his bed, he keeps snuggling closer to you, kissing your neck in a needy and demanding way.

"You need something from me baby?" you ask, smiling softly.

"I want your affection, and all your attention." He says, and without thinking too much he kissed you gently, lingering.

"Affection as in you want me to cuddle you and hokd you, or as in you want me to ride you for the next hour straight until you're crying out for me..?" You ask

Eddie's brain short-circuted, both options sounded perfect to him. He bit his lip, actually bit it, trying to decide. "Both..? Please?" he finally mumbled against your lips after another soft kiss. "Can you ride me first..then hold me?" He asks, his cheeks warmed as soon as he said it.

"Hmm.. yeah I can do that baby.." You say as you flip you two over, so you're straddeling his hips. He gasps as you start to take off both of your clothes. He didn't say anything just watched you, the slide of fabric, the wayyou shift on top of him.

You position yourself on top of him, you watched his hands grab the sheets in anticipation, precum already leaking from his tip from how much he wanted this, wanted you. You didn't took him yet, you hover over him, his tip against your entrance but not in yet that got him whimpering, he needed more, needed to be Inside of you.

"Can I?" You ask, he nods eagerly, saying yes, twice. Slowly, so slolwy you slide down onto him, inch by inch, your breath hitching as you take him.

Eddie's breath left him too in a shaky exhale the moment you took him. Slowly. So damn slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the feeling of him Inside of you, and giving him time to feel every inch Inside of you. The strech, the heat, the way you felt around him, the way you surrounded him perfectly, tight and warm. His hands flex up to your hips instantly, to pushing you yet, just holding your waist like he needed Something to hold onto. A soft whimper escaped his lips, a tiny sound, almost involuntary, and he bit down on his bottom lip fast.

"Don't do that baby..Don't bite your pretty lip..let me hear you. Be as loud as you feel like being". You say as you slide off of him before sliding back around him, still slowly but easier now.

Eddie whimpered, no hiding, not biting his lip like a good boy trying to be quiet. He exalede sharply though his nose as you move again, the friction sending sparks up his spine and a moan slipped out.

Another roll of your hips, slightly deeper now, and his moans weren't soft, they got needy and breathy. "Ahh.." he moans as his eyes closed shut before he forces them open, he didn't want to miss you riding him.

"Good boy.." You praise as he got louder, sliding down onto him deeper now, taking more of him Inside of you.

At the deeper slide, you taking more of him, streching around his length wth that slow rhythm… Eddie's back arched slightly off the bed. A moan spilled out, longer, louder. "F-Fucckk..!" he moans, his head throwing back on the pillow.

"Can you take more baby..?" You ask as you start to slide faster around him, deeper.

Eddie's eyes fluttered shut. More? He is already so full of you, so overwhelmed by the heat, the pressure, how perfectly you took him but when you pick up the pace and slid down deeper, faster, a chocked gasp escaped him, his breath came in short bursts.

He couldn't even form words. But he nodded, frantic, eager. "Yes! I can take it!..give me more.." He whimpers.

And when you do pick up the pace, slamming down deep into him he whimpers, then cried out. His hips twiched upward. "Ahh..please.." He cries out, your name falling out his lips in a whine.

He was cahsin the friction, the pleasure, the high, release. You slide down fully this time, taking all of his cock Inside of you, you could feel precum leaking Inside of you, mixed with your own wet leaked, you were soaked, and it was dripping around his cock, the mess meating at the base of his length.

The moment his moans turns into genual cries you know he's close. When you hit that one angle he cries out louder, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"Here baby..? Like that?" You ask as you slide down the same way again, deep and fast.

Eddie shattered, that angle, you hitting it again, deep ans so perfectly send socks os pleasure through his entire body, every nerve lit up, his vision blurred slihgtly at the edges.

"Yes!.. Y-Yes..!" he cried out, his voice cracking in a way that was totally unfiltred. It was overwhelming bliss, the kind to make his chest ache and his breath hitch bewteewn sobs of pure ecstasy. Tears slipped freely now, silent ones Rolling down the sides of his face.

"I got you baby.." You say soflty between whines as you slide down faster around him, his cock hitting your walls so right, so deep. As you take all of him again, his cock burried Inside of your wet cunt.

Eddie broke, the second you take him fully again, so tight, so deep, all of him inside of you, you hit that nerve that short-circuited his entire nervous system. His back arched off the bed, burying himsef deeper Inside of you, a sob like moan tore from his throat high pitched, desperate as pleasure surged though every inch of his body. He didn't last another second. With a shuddering gasp Eddie came hard, a wave of pleasure crashing him in pulses as everything tighten and released at once, muscles tensing, tears spilling freely from how intense he came. He whimpered you name again, on repeat, almost like a prayer.

"So good for me baby.." You praise soflty as you slow down the pace, not stopping yet.

Eddie was still trembling through the aftershocks, his body pulsing with each wave of release. Overwhelmed. Sensitive. Floating in that blissful haze right after orgasm. But you didn't stop completely-not yet-just eased into slow, shallow rolls of your hips, helping him ride it out without overwhelming him too fast. The friction was softer now… less intense… but still there, keeping that warm connection between them alive as Eddie came down from his high. He panted quietly beneath her-eyes closed, face flushed-and let out tiny sighs and breathy whimpers with every movement she made

"Are you okay baby.?" You ask as you slide off of him and lay against him in his bed, not caring about the mess on both of your thighs.

He swallowed hard and nodded weakly. A small smile tugged at his lips-the kind that came from pure contentment and affection rather than words yet to form. Then… finally… "Yeah…" he whispered A pause. Another breathy sigh escaped him before adding quietly "More than okay." Overwhelmed by love. By pleasure. By you.

wlw TW: smut, foreplays, period sex.

Context : you woke up this morning with horrible pain to your lower stomach, you winced, you tried to get out of bed without waking your sleepy girlfriend up, and failed, her eyes slowly open.

"Are you okay baby..?" She asks, immediately worrying about you.

"My period started.." You say, going to grab a glass of water and painkillers.

She nods and get up too, Following you, her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders.

Only..when you got your period, you got so horny that even that turned you on.

"huh..I.." you start.

"Oh right..I'm sorry" She says, "How much does it hurt..?" she asks.

"A lot.." you say.

"Do you want me to help with that..?" She asks. She couldn't care less about the blood.

"You would?" You ask, a bit surprised.

She nods, "hmhm.." She says, before pressing a soft kiss to your colarbone.

"I..am bleeding..like period.." you say, just wanting to make sure she knew and it didn't bother her.

"I know baby..I don't care" she says, laying you back into bed once you took your med.

"You..you'd still touch me..there..?" You ask

"Yes, if you want me to" She answers.

You nod. Her fingers gently tracing on your stomach, and waistband of your shortie.

"Yes..I..I want to" You say as you nod.

That single yes hit her like lightning, her breath shuddered, full of tenderness and desire it almost overwelmed her.

Without another word she leans in and kisses you softly, before letting her hand slide down, her touch was warm and genlte against the fabric of your pijama bottoms, her fingers applying a soft pressure against it, a slow, teasing press to test the waters. Every tiny reaction guiding her next move.

Then, she slipped one hand beneath the waistband of your shortie, fingertips grazing your warm skin, not fully where you needed, as if asking for your permission again, to make sure you wanted that.

You nod, you needed that, needed her.

Her fingers slipped lower until she reached out, when her fingertips finally made contact, oh..a quiet gasp escaped her mouth and yours. Her fingertips begun to brush soflty against your folds before her thumb fins your clit and began miving with slow cirles, testing the pressure and rthythm, paying attention to every Hitch of your breath, every roll of you eyes..

"Oh.." You moan soflty.

She kept the rhythm slow at first, gentle circles, Learning what pressure felt right in that moment, then she added a bit more firmness, building warmth, heat, need.

Your back arch off the bed slightly, needing more, more of her touch, more pressure.

She notices the need in your eyes, in that sweet desperate action. And her Fingertips slid lower, teasing your entrance, then gently pressed inside.

A soft "oh" escaped her as she felt how ready and wet you already were. Then gently, she pressed her finger a little deeper inside of you, her thumb burshing against your clit as she moves in snyc, slow in and out motions meant to build pleasure; causing you to moan, your eyes rolling back in your head, arching up to feel more of her finger. Her thumb pressed a little firmer against your clitn meanwhile her finger curled slightly with each thrust.

"Oh fuck..yes!" You moan, as you feel yourself clenching around her finger, so wet, so dripping.

She slolwy added another finger, strenching your walls, which made you cry out, not in pain but in delicious pleasure, pleasure of being filled with her fingers. The slight fulness, the strech felt so good, you moaned lowly.

"Oh..oh" was all you could manage, your mind clouded with desire, no words or thoughts left in your head, your hips began to move in snyc with her fingers. You were chasing it, chasing the high, the friction, the edge, release. Her thumb pressed more against your clit as her fingers curled deep inside of you.

"oh my god..oh my..god!" You moan as you fell yourself clench around her fingers, falling over the edge as waves of pleasure crash on you.

Your moans hit a peak, loud, unfiltered as your back arched off the bed before falling back in, your breathing ragged.

She keeps moving her fingers in and out slolwy to ride your orgasm with you before she pulled them off, cleaning the blodd and cum on them with a tissue.

She comes laying back down against you in the bed, smiling soflty at you.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" You ask as you could feel her pussy wet against your thigh.

She blinked, she was so focused on your pleasure and making you forget the period pain that she didn't even considered it, but now that you're offering. She bit her lips just once then gave a tiny nod.

You move to settle between her legs , looking at her while slidding your fingers Under her pj pants. Your fingers brushing slightly againsther core, just teasing, testing, causing a shiver to run down her spine, her breath came out slow and shallow, closing her eyes sightly as she felt a lit press came.

You smile as you press slightly more against her, fingers brushing against her folds.

A quiet, involuntary sound slipped out, z soft "ahh" as her lips parted slightly, panting. Your fingers kept brushing her fold, teasing her entrace as your thumb trace slightly against her clit.

Her whole body jolted the moment your thumb grazed her clit, a sharp, breathy gasp escaped, lips parting, eyes flying open for a second before fluttering shut again. A soft moan slipped out, her hips lifted off the the bed just a tiny bit. A faint flush spreadinng across her cheeks.

That steady, soft pressure-circles-was perfect. Each rotation sent ripples of pleasure through her, building slow and warm like sunlight spreading across water. Not too fast. Not overwhelming… just just right. Her breathing deepened-each inhale a little shakier than the last-and she finally let one hand drift up to cover her eyes for a second, overwhelmed by how good it felt. Her hips began moving in tiny sync with your thumb-not forcing anything, just rocking slightly into your touch as if begging for more without saying a word… A quiet moan escaped again a soft "hmmm" leaving her mouth

"Ohhh…" A moan slipped out louder this time. It was breathy, sweet with pleasure-and she let it come. No shyness. Just pure surrender to how good your touch felt. Her thighs parted slightly on instinct as she felt your finger tease her entrance

You push your finger slowly Inside of her, just a bit.

The moment your finger slipped inside-just a little, slow and careful-the air left her lungs in a quiet rush. Not full. Not deep. Just the very beginning… but it was so much. Her back arched slightly into the mattress-not from pain, but from sensation: the stretch, warm and foreign in the best way. Her inner muscles clenched around you instinctively-a reflex of surprise and pleasure tangled together. She hadn't expected it to feel this intense with just one fingertip… yet here she was, already trembling under your touch

Each tiny bit deeper made her breath hitch again-more, more-and she didn't fight it. Just let you explore, let your finger sink in gradually with that same gentle care. The stretch grew slightly but not uncomfortable. Just… full. Her body pulsed around you, adjusting to the presence of your finger inside her for the first time, and damn, it felt good. Her hands fisted lightly in the sheets beside her hips now-not from tension or pain, but because sensation was building: Your thumb still circling softly on her clit…And now this slow fill inside… A quiet moan slipped out-longer this time-as pleasure began weaving through every nerve.

You smile as you add a bit more pressure on her clit, your finger curling deep Inside of her.

The added pressure on her clit and the subtle curl of your finger inside. That was the combo-that perfect mix of outer stimulation and inner teasing and it broke something. A moan spilled out louder than before "Mmm-fuck!" No filter. No holding back anymore-not with how good it felt, not with how much she loved your hands on her… Her hips lifted slightly again, chasing more contact now… silently begging for just a little more without saying a word

You could feel her clenching aroud your finger, needing more, so you slolwy push another finger inside of her

The stretch increased-two fingers now-and she gasped, her body tensing for a split second. Not from pain. No, it was fullness. A sudden rush of sensation as your second finger joined the first-carefully, slowly-and filled her in a way that made her breath catch. Her inner muscles clenched around you again on instinct: surprised… overwhelmed… but not pushing away. Not resisting at all. Instead? Her thighs trembled slightly and another moan escaped-deeper this time, richer with pleasure-as she adjusted to the new pressure inside… A soft whimper clinped out: "Oh god.."

The way she dripped around your fingers, soaked, so ready-sent a thrill through you. And curling both inside? That was the move. That perfect, slow curl that hit just right where it mattered most… Her back arched off the bed this time -uncontrollable-and her mouth fell open in a silent "oh!" before a breathy moan finally spilled out: "Fuck… yeah." No hesitation. No holding back now. You'd found it-the sweet spot-and every nerve in her body lit up at once. The combination of your thumb's soft circles and those curled fingers deep inside? It was building something fast… tight heat coiling low in her stomach… She wasn't far from tipping over

You could feel her drip around my fingers, which only encouraged you more, you curl both of my fingers inside of her

The second you sped up-fingers moving faster, deeper, curling with more purpose-the dam broke. She gasped sharply, her whole body tensing as pleasure spiked through her like lightning. "Oh no. Oh god. I'm gonna-" No time to think. No space for words. Her hips began rocking against your hand instinctively now-not just accepting the rhythm… but chasing it.Desperate for that friction, that perfect pressure inside and out… A whine escaped her throat, a high-pitched sound of pure need-and then another moan piled on top "Mmm! Yes! Right there!" She was so close… teetering on the edge…

“Here..?” You ask as you curl your fingers on that same spot again, your thumb pressing even more against her clit

(I take request if you want another character)

TW : suggestive content/language, marking.

Context: you were dating Eddie, being called the highschool "freak" he didn't want you to hang out with him to not impact your own reputation, and you agree, mostly to make him happy because you didn't care at all, but he felt like he was protecting you, so you let him.

You are Walking on Hawkin highschoo's narrowest corrider with Nancy, getting out to get fresh air. It's only when you're outside than you notice Eddie talking to a girl, or more likely the girl talking to Eddie and him not even reacting, yet it pissed you off. But you tried to ignore it, but the second that girl put her hand on Eddie's shoulder, you were already Walking toward them.

Nancy called your name, not understanding why you rushed. Her eyes widen almost in horror as you crash your lips on Eddie's, pulling him against you by the collar of his shirt.

Eddie pause for a whole second, before he kisses you back, his fingers clinging to your shirt.

"Excuse me?" The girl asks. You don't even answer, you just keep kissing your man. Ans she ends up leaving, rollig her eyes.

Eddie slightly pull away, looking at you, "What was that for?" He asks, a smile on his face.

"You know what it was for." You say.

"Is my girl getting jealous?" He asks, his smile growing.

"Of course I am, you're mine" You say, "she was all over you, and I didn't like that." You add, not even bothering to find an excuse.

"You didn't like that did you sweetheart..?" He asks.

"No, I didn't, you're mine." You say, as you press your lips against his hungrily as if you prove your point.

"Hm.. all yours" he whisper against your lips before deepening the kiss.

You pull away with a satisfied smile.

"You know..maybe you should make it clearer.." He suggests.

"Like a hickeys?" You ask, considering it.

The moment you see him nod your mouth is on his neck in no time, kissing and bitting on his skin. You could feel his pulse racing, him breathing a bit heavily. Your mouth stopped next to his pulse point and your lips gazed at his skin, causing him to gasp, your mouth seal against the skin ans start sucking, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling on it slghtly to tilt his head. You pulled away just enough to admire you work, the purple ish mark you left on his neck, before diving right back in, your mouth choosing another spot and sucking on it enough to leave a little hickey, then right next to that spot another one, less little. Him whimpering under your kisses did no help you stop.

You pull away, your teeths gazing his skin as you do so. You take in the beautiful marks you left on him.

"Now it is definitely gonna be clearer." He says.

"Hm.." You say, still not convinced. "Need to do the other side too.." You add, your index going on his chin and tilting his head to the side.

"I am not gonna stop you sweet thing, mark me all you want". He says.

"I know you love it when I mark you good" You say, before your mouth is back on his neck, teeth nibbing at his skin as you suck on it, leaving more hickeys on this side of his neck along woth love bites.

"Hmm.. definitely good now" You say as you smile in Victory.

"Satisfied baby?" He asks.

"I am now, and if that girl doesn't get the memo I migh have to fuck you in front of her, just in case." You say

"I would laugh if I didn't knew you mean it" He says, pulling you against him, his rm wrapping around you.

"I'm joking..mostly. I just love my man" You add.

He smiles ans kiss you softly. "I know.. I love my possessive girl too." He says.

TW: smut, oral sex.

Context: you were chilling at Eddie's, it was kinda late so you decide to go cook a real thing and not eat just chips.

"What do you want to eat baby?" You ask, having no idea of what to cook.

"Are you on the menu?" He asks as he follows you into to kitchen.

"What?" You ask.

"I want to eat you." He says as he smiles.

"I meant real food baby.." You say

"Im not hungry for real food..please..let me eat you baby.. I want to taste you so bad.." He says, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"What do you want baby?" You ask, just to tease him further.

"I want to taste your pussy, fuck.. I wanna lick it so good for you, suck on your clit until you're shaking" He says, looking at you with needy eyes.

"You have no buissness sounding this good…" You say, you fell his fingers on the waistband of your pants. "Only if you eat real food afterward, okay?" You say.

"Promise." He says, dropping to his knees and taking your pants down with him.

"Eager baby huh..?" You ask

"To eat you..? Fuck yeah, you're my favorite meal" He says, toying with your underwear before taking it off.

You smile as you look down at him, his pupils already so wilde.

"Can I have my favorite meal now..?" He asks, his mouth so close yet he wait for your consent.

"Yes" You say as you nod.

And with that, he dips down, his mouth seals over you, greedy from the very first second.

Yours hands fly on the kitchen counter to steady yourself as you feel his mouth taste you, letting out a needy whimper.

He just hums in respond, clearly loving this moment. His tongue swirls and laps at you very eagerly, desperate to get more of your taste.

One of your hand grip the counter harder as you feel yourself getting wet already, he was so good at this, his tongue knew how to fuck you. The other hand moves to lace through his hair, pulling just a little.

He lapped at you in long, slow drag as if he was making a meal out of you. His mouth worked on you with flithy precision, until spit dripped down his chin.

His tongue darted out to tease at your clit before he pull away just enough to speak, "You want me to go harder sweet thing..? I'll give you whatever you ask.."

You nod almost immediately, "Yes..yes please" You moan, pushing his head closer to your cunt.

He whines before pulling back just enough to smirk at you, his lips glitening and dripping on his chin, before diving right back in a firm suck on your clit. His fingers digging into your hips as he holds you.

"Eddie..!" You moan, your head throwing back in the empthyness, your hand gripping the counter harder, as pleasure grow low in your stomach.

"You like it..? You like when my tongue fucks deep into you?" He asks as his tongue pressed harder and deeper Inside of you just to prove his point.

"Oh ..yes" You moan, pulling his hair a bit harder.

"Just keep pulling my hair baby..let me feel how good I make you feel..dripping for me like a greedy girl.." He says, his tngue drags over your clit in agoniaingly slow clirle.

You wanted to say so much, how good it felt, how you wanted his tongue deeper, Fucking you harder.

"Fuck..please..more.." Was all you were able to say between whines.

He nods agaist you, his fingers digging harder into your hips as he yanks you down against his mouth, his tongue pressed hard, ruthlessly fast circles now, refusing to let up when you arch up, you're pretty sure his jaw could hurt after that, but he doesn't seem to care at all.

You moan loudly, your back arching off the counter, you could feel yourself dripping against his mouth, you knew you were close..the way his togue was moving yo uwere not gonna last longer.

"I can feel how close you are sweetheart..let me drink you..all of you, every drop." He says, his tongue fucks into you faster, his nose pressing flush against your clint, relentless.

And when you do, he devors you through it, makin gyou see stars behind your eyes-lids lapping up at every drop as your thighs trembles, its only when you're competely spent that he pulls back, lips slick and breath ragged.

This is Steve's version of last headcanon (quick fuck with eddie)

Context: Steve was a busy man, working at the ice cream store with Robbin. You deicited to visit when you got bored at home.

Steve's eyes light up in joy as he sees you, Walking around the counter in two steps and pulling you in a warm hug.

"I missed you so much" he says. You smile "I missed you too baby".

You kissed him, soflty, but it quickly escalated to Something more..hungry.

You two walked to the storage room to have a bit more intimacy, neither of you breaking the kisses. Steve's hands were everywhere, Under your shirt, on your thighs, tracing the skin of you back.

"You're so beautiful..so pretty" he murmurs between kisses, before diving back in, his tongue nipping at your lower lip soflty, demanding entry, which you eagerly granted, parting your lips to let his tongue taste you.

He presses his body against yours, grinding against your stomach almost on instinct.

"hm..missed me that much ?" You ask.

"You have no idea baby." He says, grinding against you again, slower so you could feel his arousal as if to prove his point, his face pressing agaist your neck and starting to press kisses along your neck.

"You do have work baby" You say.

He takes your chin in between his thumb and index, tilting your head to the side to grant him a better access.

"I don't really care.. Robin can handle it" He says, his Fingertips tracing your stomach and stoping at the waisband of you pants. "I have my girl right here against me..that's all I care about pretty thing" He adds, his teeth nipping at your neck and sucking lightly to leave a purple-ish hickey on your neck before his lips trace lower.

You smile, letting him, your fingers going to hs shirt, sliding under it and tracing each of his abs.

"But I do have to make it quick.." He says, startting to take off your pants before his hands grip under your thighs and lift you off the ground, your back pressing against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"So don't waste anymore time. Take me Steve" You say, arching off your back to press more against his body.

He doesn't hesitate or need to be told twice, he lifts you up a bit more to position himself at your entry before slolwy pressing in, just teasing with his tip at your entry.

"Steve..Don't tease..please give it to me.." You say.

"How do you want it pretty girl?" he asks, pressing just a bit more.

"Hard..fast.." you say, "I want to cum fast" You add.

"Hm..it would help me getting back to work sooner.." he says before he captures your mouth in a heated kiss before he slames himself inside of you.

You moan in his mouth, the sharp pain of him strenching your wall all at once Added to the pleasure of feeling him burried inside of you.

"Hm..you like that sweet girl..?" He asks, as he pulls back, leaving just his tip Inside of you before pushing back in fast.

"Yes..yes! God I like it.." You moan, you were already so wet for him, welcoming his cock inside of you so well.

"Look at that..you're soaked already". He says, his fingers tracing down to where you two are joinned, tracing your folds, his fingers slipped so well, so easely, he pulled again and showed you. "See..so wet for me.." he says before placing his two wet fingers against your lips. "Open up." he says

You don't speak, instead you open your mouth slightly, his fingers pushing in, you gaps at the contact but quickly recover and gently lick and suck on his fingers, tasting your own pleasure on his fingers.

"Steve.." you whine as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

You whine of his name cause his hips to pick up the pace, slamming into you faster, rougher. You could hear the wet sounds as he moves inside of you.

"God.. Steve!" You moan, arching up as the pleasure grow, "Im close..please..make me cum" You add, your hips starting to mett his movements to feel more.

He growls as he drops his face to your neck, bitting gently as his cock filled you deeper, sliding faster each time inside of you to bring you to your limits and orgasm.

His hands gripped your thighs a bit harder to help him steady himself, he lifts you up to angle you hit deeper inside of you. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven, his body on edge from how good your body felt around him. He burries himself fully inside you, slamming back in deeper each time, as if trying to get deeper and deeper while you whinning his name almost like a mantra.

"Steve..!" You moan as your back arch off the wall, waves of pleasure coursing through you as you clenches around his cock, dripping around him, your eyes Rolling back in your head as a tear fall down your cheek, your orgasm hitting hard.

"So good for me baby..you took me so well.." He says, his thumb brushing against your cheeck and wipping your tear away.

"You okay..? I didn't went too far did I?" He asks, his consern visible on his face.

"..Im more than okay.." You say as you nod.

TW : smut.

Context : Eddie and you were dating, you were currently laying on his bed, for once ypu had a pretty long lunch break so you two dicided to head back to his trailer to chill and cuddle. Now, you two have about Twenty minutes before class and Eddie is feeling needy..

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulled you on top of him. He burried his head against your neck.

"Hey baby." he starts, nuzzling his face against you before looking up.

"Yeah..?" You ask, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"Kiss me..please" He asks, his hand reaching up to comb though your hair, the other hand trailed to your thigh.

"Baby.. we both know when it starts like that it never stop at just one kiss". You say

He gives your thigh a soft squeeze as he starts to plaxe kisses along your jaw. "Please.." He says, his tone doing Nothing to hide his neediness.

"We don't really have time right now..we have class in twenty" you said.

"I know..but I want you so bad baby.." he says, almost a whine, his lips finding your pulse point and beginning to kiss an nip at it softly.

"I can see that baby, you're so needy aren't you..?" You say, though it wasn't a question.

He nods, letting his hands wander down to the hem of your shirt, starting to slide Under the fabric and gently caress your side.

"I know baby.. but we have class.." You say, though you did nothing to make him stop.

"I don't care..please i need you." he says, almost begging.

"Hm..if you can be quick, can you do that baby?" You cave.

He nods eagerly at your words. "Yes. Yes. Yes, I can be quick, I can definitly do that for you baby". He says, wasting no time and gently Rolling you over, so you're underneath him, he's straddling your hips. His hands travel down to the waistband of your pants.

"Well go on then baby, but I am not getting late to class.." You say, smiling at him and lifting your hips to help him take off your pants.

He gives your neck another bite, that will definitly leave a mark before pulling away, his eyes wide with lust as he slid down your pants, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

"Of course princess I won't make you late to class, don't worry" He says looking at you, gently massaging your thighs.

He keeps looking at you, a mix of lust and adoration in his eyes, as soon as his own pants is out he starts to grind his hips agaisnt your thigh, the friction causing him to let out a low moan.

"I want you so bad.. can I have you now..? Please..?" he asks

"Yes baby, go on fill me up" You say as you nod.

He nods, lifting himself up a bit, aligning himself with you. His eyes are lockes on your as he starts to press himself into you slolwy, his breath quicken.

You smile as you feel him pushing inside of you, letting out a soft whine, the stretch as he pushed inside of you was exquisite, inch by agonising inch, your walls yielding to his girth with a wet clasp.

His eyes rolled back as he felt you clench around him, a loud moan escaped his lips as he bottomed out inside of you.

"Fuck..fuck princess..you feel so good.." He pants heavily against your neck, Moving slolwy before picking up the pace, each thrust deep and hard, as you both liked it. He cupped your face and brought your lips together in a rough kis, his tongue licking across your bottom lips.

"Take it.. take al of me princess" He whimpers as he feels your back arch, he grip your thigh tighter, spreading you wider for him as he starts thrusting even deeper and faster now.

"Faster baby.." you whine softly.

His hands gripped your waist a bit harder to help him steady himself. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven, his body on edge from how good your body felt around him.

"Fuck..Eddie..!" you moan, feeling yourself clenching around him as you feel yourself closer, dripping around him.

"Fuck princess.. gonna cum so hard for you" He says, his hips stuttered wildly, burying myself to the hilt as waves of pleasure wracked through his body.

You moan loudly as you feel him cum inside of you, pushin yourself over the edge too.

"God..Eddie" you pant, breathing heavily.

He collapse against you, his face nuzzle against your neck, his body trembling from the overwheling pleasure, and he was completely spent.

"Felt amazing.." You say, hodling him against you.

"Yeah..? Wait until you se what I have planned for after class" He says with a smile.

"Alright baby, I need to go now.. you skipping?" You ask, picking up your pants from the floor and getting dressed.

"Yup you know me, I'll be waiting for you right here, like that like a good boy for you."

wlw TW: smut, dom, praises.

Context: you and Nancy were dating, you two got along wery well.. especially in the bedroom, it was simple, you begged and she gives you eagerly.

"Nancy.. I need you" You say, your voice already needy it was almost pathetic.

"You have me..Im all yours baby" She says as she kisses you softly.

"No..No I mean..I need..you" You say, trying to me her understand what you needed from her.

Nancy pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze "Is that so?" She asks, her signature smirk back on her pretty face.

You nod, you could beg is she asks, which she probably will.

"Yes, please, I need you.." You say,

"What do you need baby, use your words and tell me" She says, her fingers brushing sightly against your inner thigh.

"Anything..your fingers, your mouth.. whatever just please touch me" You say, there you were, begging.

Nancy's eyes darken a bit at those desperate words, her pupils dilated. It's like you've given her a new power and she's drunk on it. Her fingers brushing back and forth against your underwear.

"You're soaked already.." She says, the words are filthy and yet somehow worshipful at once.

"Yes.. I'm soak, all for you..please Nance..more" You say, your voice breaking at the edge of desire, your back arching off to feel more than just the teasing touch she's giving you.

"Fuck.." she swears before one of her hand pins your hip firmly against the wall while two of her Fingertips slide Inside with a slow and torturous pressure. "You always feel so good around my fingers baby.." She praises, her thumb finds your clit in quick circles. "More?" She asks, her gaze locked on your face, watching ever twitch of pleasure, but also checking up on you".

"More.." You say as you nod, "please" you add, she presses her fingers a bit more inside of you.

The scene was obscene, the noises of the slick back and forth of her fingers and your whimpers filling the room.

Nancy's breath hitches as she watches you unravel beneath her, you whimpers, the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of you, the way your body clenches around them.

"Look at you", she murmurs with a mix of awe and flithy admiration. "You're taking my fingers so well.. clenching around them like the desperate littl thing that you are". She says.

"Tell me when" She adds, speedin up just slightly, her fingers pumping Inside of you faster, and deeper Inside of you.

"When what..? When to finger fuck me so good I'll come around your pretty long fingers while they fill me up so deep?" You ask, arching up.

Nancy shudders, her own hips jerking against the air like yours as she takes in your filthy words. Her fingers suddently press a bit deeper and curl, as if to show you how deep she can really go, causing you to whine her name, your head thowing back against the wall.

"I asked for a different kind of answer", she whispers huskily. "Not a description of what i was already doing. I said tell me when. When to push you over the edge sweeheart" She adds.

"Oh.. now..now!" You moan as you feel her fingers deep Inside of you, her flithy words making your pussy clenches around her fingers.

"Come on, let me feel it, let me see it" she says, as she pumps into that sweet spot over and over again. Her thumb rubs fast circles around your clit while her fingers keep fucking up Inside of you without pause.

You were soak, dripping around her fingers. With a final moan of her name you came around her fingers.

"Look at that.. so pretty" she says, pulling her fingers out of you, your slick coating her fingers before she brings them to her mouth and lick them clean.

wlw, angry confession.

Context : For a moment now, you started to developped some feelings for Nancy, your best friend. You were tryint to hide it, afraid of rejection.. of what she would think of you, her bestfriend crushing on her, and you thought you were pretty good at it, until she confronted you.

"I don't understand.. what changed?" She asks, "I know something did change but I can't figure it out, and I hate not understanding". She adds, looking at you, her expression a mix of hurt and confusion.

"Im sorry Nancy.. it's complicated" You just say, nt wanting to say too much.

"Why..? Why can't you tell me? You use to tell e everything!" She says, looking at you, trying to read you".

"It's not your fault..just please Nancy Don't go down that road" You say, softly, like a part of you wanted her to know.

Nancy stiffens, her expression hardening as if bracing for impact, what your words would cause. "Too late, I'm already on that road".

"I can't tell you" You say.

"Why?" She starts, raising her voice. "You act like you can't stand being around me anymore, you barely look at me, let alone talk to me!" She snaps.

"I know.." You say, you had no excuse, what she said is true, you just didn't know how to do it.

"That's it? just "I know"? We're friend for god's sake does that even mean aything to you anymore?" She asks, you could hear that she was mad, also hurt.

"That's the problem Nancy! I don't want to be friends!" You snap.

"What..?" She asks

"No..not that way.." You start, "I Don't want to be just friend" You clarify.

Nancy's face circle through shock, disbelief and something very close to relief.

"God finally" she finally says, half fond and half exasperate.

"What..?" You ask, from all the reactions you imaged you would get that is not one of them.

"I have been waiting for that moment for months." She says. "I loved you from the moment I saw you, I just.. didn't know what to do about it" She adds.

"How about kissing me?" You suggest, only half joking.

Nancy's eyes widen,her body freezing for half a second like she can't believe you just said that Then with zero hesitation she garbs your face and pulls you in, her lips crashing against yours, the kiss is messy, hungry and desperate, all those months she loved you from afar pouring into that kiss.

"Was that good enough for you?" She asks as she pulls away slightly.

"Hm.. I don't know, do it again" You say, teasing as you smile.

Include Steve, Eddie and Henry.

Strangers things characters x period reader

Steve x period user:

The second you called him telling him you had started your period, he dropped everthing, hell work, you were in pain. He told Robin he needed to leave ASAP and got to his car, his keys almost falling twice in the process, he got to the closest supermarket and bought pads with wings, tampons, chocolate, ice cream, piccles, chips, paied and stuffed it all in the car, driving home to you.

"Im here!" he says once he opened the front door. He almost run to your side on the couch. Immediately asking you if you're okay. "Do you need anything? Heating pad? Chocolate? Cuddle?" He asks

"Just hold me.." you say, He nods, he doesn't waste anytime and wraps his arms around you. Pulling you closer to him, gently massaging your lower adbomen.

Eddie x period user:

"Eddie?" You call out of his bathroom. "I kinda need your run an errand for me" You add.

"Yeah sweetheart? What do you need?" he asks

"I just started my period.. so pads.." I say

"Oh.. oh" he says, "Okay don't worry I got it he adds, nodding more to himsef than you.

He puts his shoes on and goes. He walked directly to the women's aile, well.. directly..he search for it for a moment before findind it, and then he stayed frozen in place in front of all the choices. He looked at them, took one, put it back, took another brand, putting it back too. Then he read the lables, of three of them. And eventually he tookd five differents brands and making , just to be sure.

He got home, and dropped all five boxes in front of the bathroom's door.

"I didn't knew which one you wanted… so you have options" He said, a bit embaressed, but it was kinda cute.

"Thank you" you said, taking on epackage and putting one pad on. Then you got out, going straight to lay down on his bed, opening your arms for him to join, he didn't hesitated he moved from the corner of the bed where he was sitted 'cause he didn't want to distrube you, and hold you, kissing your lips softly.

Henry x period user:

You were laying in bed, your hands on your stomach, you knees pulled up against your stomach, in a featus position. It wasn't graceful, but you were hurting.

Henry was at your side, then he turned to you.

"Is it that time of the month my love?" he asks, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You nod, too hurt to even speak.

"My poor darling.." he starts, "I have pads and all you need in the drawer in the bathroom love, I can bring you Something to eat if you wish too" He adds, his arms instinctively wrapping around your body, pulling you slowly closer to him.

"Thank you.. but I feel like i will pass out if i get up or even move" you said.

"I have medication and a heating pad in the bathroom, let me get it or you sweet thing" he says, pressing another quick kiss to your forehead and getting up, searching for what you needed in the bathroom.

He got back a couple of seconds after, the heating pad fully warm in one hand, and the medication in the other, he grabbed your glass of water on the nightastand and held it for you.

Context : you insisted on going for a picnic in mid march, you saw one ray of sunlight and you were out in a dress on some grass picnnicking with Henry. And apparently the weather wasn't on your side, you got sick.

You were laying in bed, with a fluffy blanket over your body, runny nose and red from blowing tissues and tissues..

"Here's your warm tea darling, extra honey for my sick girl.." Henry said softly as he gets in your shared bedroom.

"Thank you" You said, your thoat hurting as you speak.

"Shh, darling save your throat " he says soflty, sitting down next to your laid body on the bed, one hand cradling your head to help you to drink your tea.

You let out a sigh of relief as you drink, he always made such good tea.

"Do you want me to make you tomato soup tonight..?" He asks as you look up at him.

You nod, tomato soup was your favorite, adding an "Yes, please" He smiles before putting down the tea cup on the nightstand next to the bed.

You open your arms, not saying anything but he knew, you wanted him to cuddle you. He smiles and chuckles but he obeys, sliding Under the blanket, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulls you close to him, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You're still a bit hot, sweet girl" He says, taking the washcloth on the nightstand and putting it back on your head once he made sure it was still a bit cold.

"It's cold.." you said softly.

"It's the point love, don't worry I'll hold you so you Don't get too cold" he says, holdinh you a bit tightly.

"What an idea, getting out in a simple dress in mid march.." he says, but the smirk he had on his face showed he wasn't mad or anything, more likely he was amused.

"I was exited for spring and summer.." You say, burrying your face on his neck, letting the washcloth fall somewhere between your bodies on the bed.

He smiles a bit more, pressing another kiss on your forehead, and one on the corner of your mouth. "I saw that, love".

TW: smut.

Context : today was your second day of ovulation. You were so needy. But your boyfriend Steve was at work most of the day. You text him a couple of time aasking him when he was gonna be done, and when he is gonna be home. Eventually, he comes home, sooner than expected.

You run to his side, your arms wrapping around him. Your lips crashing on his immediately, he eagerly deepen the kiss.

"I missed you too" He says with a smile as he pulls away slightly.

Without even realising it you grind against him, which makes him smile even more.

"Someone's needy" he says, his fingers sliding under your shirt, tracing circle patterns on your hips,

You nod, not even bothering to hide.

"Please..I need you..Steve, I need you to touch me" you say, grinding once again against him.

"What do you need baby?" he asks

"Everything..anything.." You say, the heat pooling low in your stomach.

"What does my sweet girl crave most?" he asks, his fingers tracing feather-light path across your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your pants.

You took a second to think, your mind clouded his desire and desperation, you wanted everything, needed anything. "Your fingers.. finger me" You finally says.

"As you wish baby" He nods, his fingers sliping past you pants, his Fingertips tracing on your inner thighs before applying a soft pressure on your core through your underwear.

"Steve please.. finger me, i need your fingers inside of me".you said

He smiles as he parts your thighs a bit more, letting your pants fall on the floor, toying with your underwear before sliding it down your thighs, exposing your slick heat to him, his breath hitches as he notice how ready you already are for him.

"Look at you.. so ready for me already, glistening and desperate" he says, his fingers brush against your folds, causing a shiwer to run down your spine, yout back arching up, needing more.

He smiles, giving you more, his fingers teased the senstivive nud of your clit with a swirl that makes you whine, your hips bucking involuntarily, chasin the friction he was giving you.

At your needy whine he finally press a single fingers inside you, slow at first, just to tease you a bit more. "Fuck Steve please baby.." You moan softly.

He smiles as he press a soft kiss to your inner thigh, causing you to gasp, before he pumps faster inside of you.

"More..please.." You whine.

He doesn't answer with words, instead he pushes a second finger Inside of you, stretching you easely, you were dripping around hs fingers.

"Im so close Steve.." you whine.

"I can feel it baby..You feel so good clenching on my fingers.." He says.

His fingers crocked just right Inside of you, hotting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

With a final moan of his name you cum on his fingers, holding onto him to steady youself.

"Feel better baby?" He asks as he press a soft kiss to your lips, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean.

TW: smut, dom, praise and degradation.

Context : You were pushing Henry's buttons for about three good hours now, and eventually he ran out of patience. Now he was baking something and you kept messing the dosage on purpose.

"I don't have the patience to be nice with you anymore" He broke, pinnig you again the kitchen counter, suddently bitting down on where your shoulders meets your neck, causng you to gasp in surprise.

"For every time that you've gotten on my nerve today, I'm gonna punish you twice as much" He says, pinning your wrist together with one hand.

You breath hitch, more in anticipation than anything else.

"On your knees". He didn't even ask, he ordered. When you didn't moved fast enough he got you on your knees, in front of him. He unbuclkes his belt.

"You used me for fun, now it's my turn." He says. "Open wild" he said.

When you did you felt his cock against your lips, before he buckles his hips into your mouth, his cock hitting that spot in the back of your throat. Causing you to chocke on his cock, you eyes repressing tears as you cough for a second, before he pulled back slightly, not to give you more time no, he he burried his cock down your throat again, deeper.

You take a second to adjust before you start to move your mouth around him.

"Taking me like the good fucking boy that you are.." He praised

You could feel your own cock throbing, his praised getting to you, your mouth moved faster, his hips buckes into your mouth to create more friction, he growled. You let out a shaky whine around him, licking precum from his tip, your hips grinding against the air.

"Oh.. is that good boy already hard juste from my cock down his throat and a couple of praises?" he asked.

You nod.

"Are you gonna cum like a pathatic teenagers while you suck my cock?" He asked, causing you to moan, nodding again more eagerly.