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you lean against the door frame for a moment as you watch him. he's sitting in robin's chair with a pair of headphones on as music faintly plays - something you had heard him play over and over in the bmw. he was speaking out loud as if he was live on air and had actual listeners while packing up tapes and checking things off of a list.

unaware of your presence, he continues on with his faux show - gesturing and speaking animatedly, occasionally even cracking a joke or two. he looks so at peace, living in his own little world for a while, but then you're quickly reminded of why you were there.

"you know, it's not nice to keep your girlfriend waiting for over an hour…" you cross your arms.

startled by the sound of your voice, steve quickly rips off his headphones and turns around so fast to face you that he almost falls out of the chair and flat on his ass.

"babe, hey! i didn't- didn't hear you come in," he said with a sheepish smile, standing up from the chair after collecting himself with flushed cheeks now.

he then takes in your appearance and his face falls when he sees the dress you're wearing and realises he'd completely forgotten about your plans. he scratches the back of his neck, looking genuinely apologetic, and even more so when he really takes in what you're wearing, how you'd gotten yourself all done up for him, and he hadn't even called to let you know he'd be working late.

"it totally slipped my mind. i am so sorry."

he then reaches out and gently takes your hands in his, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes he knew you couldn't resist.

you huff and turn away for a second, knowing you couldn't help but melt at the sight of him and his big brown eyes. you try to stay mad but it's difficult when he's just looking so sweet and apologetic. you knew he didn't mean to forget about your plans - he never did - but you needed to make a point.

you cross your arms once more and shake your head, "the puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time."

his brow raises at the defensive stance you've taken and he's a little surprised by it. he knows you're doing your best to be stern, but he also knows you too well to not notice that you're not entirely set on ignoring him. so he steps closer, moving a hand to your waist and gently pulling you towards him.

"baby, i'm sorry. please forgive me?" he pleaded, giving you a charming grin, trying to use his natural charisma to win you over, but when you don't budge he buries his head against your neck. "let me at least make it up to you then?"

this piques your interest and you let out a small sigh, "and how exactly are you going to do that?"

he chuckles soflty, that sound you adored so much, and brushes his nose against the soft skin of your neck, nipping at it ever so gently. he knew what he was doing, and the way you were already beginning to soften was a dead giveaway that his plan was working.

"i can think of a few ways…" he murmurs against your skin, sliding a hand down the small of your back and pulling you along with him towards the chair. he sits down on the edge, placing you on his lap so that you're straddling him - his large hands securely planted on your thighs.

he looks up at you with a smirk, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips before he murmurs in a low voice, "you look real pretty in this dress, you know."

his words startle something in the pit of your stomach but you don't let the front you're putting on crack, letting out a deep exhale instead, "yeah, well, now it's a wasted outfit."

steve shakes his head at your response. he then leans back a little to take a proper look at you, his gaze slowly roaming over your body, admiring how pretty you looked all done up in a dress that clung to you just the right way.

he hums in approval, his hand sliding up to gently toy with the strap and watching as it falls down your shoulder. "i wouldn't say it's wasted," his eyes drift back up to meet yours with a glint in them.

with a slowness to his movements he leans forward and presses a lazy open-mouthed kiss against your collarbone, his hands slowly sliding the fabric of your dress up a little, exposing more of your skin. he kisses and nips at you, leaving a trail of soft kisses and love bites that he knows drives you insane.

he murmurs between each one, a soft little hum, then with his voice low and full of need, "i think we could still make the most out of tonight."

"and how do you propose that?" you pull away enough to look at him now. "cause… the way i see it, you have a lot to make up for."

pausing his assualt on your neck when you pull away, you can see the mischief on his face already as he whispers in a low seductive tone, "well… i'd rather show you than tell you."

you scoff and roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrays your true feelings. you hate how easily he could get under your skin and make you go from being mad at him to wanting him.

still, you're not ready to let him off the hook just yet. you cross your arms again and give him a disapproving look, trying to maintain your stern expression.

"you're…… ridiculous…"

steve can't help but chuckle at your attempt at being stubborn. he knows it's all an act - he can easily see the effect he's having on you.

he moves his hands back to your waist, his fingers toying with the material of the dress as his gaze flicks over your figure once more, drinking in how damn good you looked, before leaning in again, "you know you love me."

"unfortunately..." you roll your eyes

he laughs again at your response, finding you absolutely adorable. he knows you're putting on a show of irritation, but the way your body leans into his and the way your eyes darken when they look at him betrays your true feelings.

tightening the grip on your waist, his fingers slip beneath the hem of your dress to caress the smooth skin of your inner thighs, and he has that stupid adorable grin on his face as he whispers, "you're so damn cute when you're mad at me."

"shut up!" your brows furrow with annoyance now and you hit him playfully on the arm. "you're supposed to be grovelling for my forgiveness and making it up to me."

an exxagerated noise falls from his lips at your playful hit, the sound echoing throughout the empty radio station. he rubs his arm dramatically like you'd actually hurt him - even though he barely felt it. he knows exactly what buttons to push with you - especiallyw hen your anger is so easily transformed into flustered frustration.

his hands slide under your dress even further, his fingers brushing against the curve of your hip where the hem of your underwear was and leans in close enought that his breath tickles against your skin.

"i am grovelling," he whispers, "just not on my knees."

a beat.

"…yet."

that last word hangs in the air between you, a promise and a challenge. he has you exactly where he wants you - mad at him, yet melting under his touch. and he knows damn well that you won't be able to resist him for much longer.

his hands continue to roam over your body, his touch gentle yet possessive at the same time. he's playing with you - teasing you, testing your limits, and enjoying every second of it.

he murmurs once again, his voice low and sultry. "so how about you forgive me, sweetheart?"

you can't hide the way he makes your heart race, or the small breaths that are now starting to fall from your lips. there's a heat building between your legs and you know damn well that he can feel it too.

"god, i hate you sometimes," you say before crashing your lips against his in a desperate kiss.

steve groans into your mouth, his hands immediately gripping you tighter as he deepens the kiss. hot, messy and hungry.

when he finally pulls back for air, barely, his lips are swollen and his eyes are dark with need.

"yeah?" he rasps, fingers digging into your hips as if to punctuate the point - you're already lost in him.

"just shut up" you groan and kiss him harder, your hands immediately carding through his hair, tugging on the strands at the nape of his neck.

a growl rumbles against your mouth, loving how rough you're being with him. his hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him so that there's no mistake just how much he wants this too.

when you tug his hair again, he breaks the kiss with a sharp exhale, his lips glistening and pupils blown wide as hell. "fuck-" he pants and then crashes back into you like a man starved.

without hesitation, or breaking the kiss, he pushes you you up and begins stumbling you across the room until the back of your thighs hit the desk behind you. he doesn't even let you breathe before he's lifting you up and positioning your ass onto the desk - his hands rough as they slide under your dress, pushing it out of the way.

the second his fingers brush against where you need him most, his mouth leaves yours with a wet sound to trail down your neck - biting, licking - everywhere at once.

"you want me to grovel, sweetheart? to make it up to you?" he mutters between kisses, his thumb pressing in slow circles just to hear how badly that makes you gasp.

you can feel his smirk against your skin as he works you into a trembling mess. he knows just how to touch you, how to push your buttons and bring you to the edge only to pull back at the last minute. he knows how to reduce you to a blabbering, needy wreck in his hands.

"look at you… so goddamn responsive for me," he whispers before trailing open-mouthed kisses down your chest. "and you taste like heaven, baby, you know that?"

he has already reduced you to a ragged mess as his lips kiss down your chest, your back arching instinctively, responding to his every touch like a live wire. your skin feels oversensitive, his every caress enough to make you shiver.

"fuck- look at you," he rasps, "all messy and pretty just from my fingers. god, i need to taste you."

he lets out a choked groan at your words, his fingers stuttering against you for half a second before he's moving, dropping to his knees in front of you. his hands slide up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress even higher and your panties aside as he leans in close enough that you can feel his breath ghost over where you need him most.

"you smell so good, baby," he says, before biting on your inner thigh. "and you're so fucking pretty."

then - finally - his tongue drags one slow, filthy stripe through the mess he made.

"oh, fuck- steve!" you moan, hands finding purchase in his hair as your back arches against the cool glass of the booths walls.

he grins up at you, his eyes dark and hooded as he looks up through his lashes, "i guess that means i should keep going, yeah?"

his tone is cocky, sure of himself, but there's a hint of need beneath his smartass attitude. he loves unraveling you this way, bringing you to the edge over and over again with nothing but his mouth and hands.

he leans in again, his tongue circling your clit just slow enough to keep you teetering on the edge, "you gonna come for me, baby? come on my tongue… just for me."

steve's mouth and hands are everywhere all at once, working together to completely unravel you. his fingers and tongue and lips all worshiping you in the way only he knows how.

he glances up from between your legs to look at you again, his eyes burning with desire. "tell me what you want, sweetheart. say it and it's all yours."

"p-please... need to come..." you whimper, hips trying to get any ounce of the friction that he's denying you.

"yeah?" he murmurs, licking a slow strip through your dripping heat. "where do you need me, baby? here?" his tongue circles your clit once more, teasing. "or here?" he lets out a low groan, his fingers dipping into your heat, and then he withdraws, holding them where you can see them.

"holy- steve! please- i can't-" your words are broken with whimpers and moans and desperate cries.

steve growls at your whimper, finally giving you what you've been begging for. his tongue pressing hard against your clit as his fingers curl inside of you just right.

and the second he feels how close you are - how tight and wet and desperate around him - he doubles down with relentless strokes until there's no way in hell to stop it anymore.

he doesn't let up, even as you shatter around him, he keeps his mouth and fingers working through every last tremor of your orgasm until you're gasping for air.

finally, he pulls back with a satisfied smirk, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before standing up to cage you in against the desk.

"so," he rasps, "still mad at me?"

his voice is wrecked… but so damn smug.

still catching your breath, your chest heaving and skin warm, you can't help but smile softly at your boyfriend, "a little less angry."

"only a little, huh?" he laughs quietly with another cocky smirk, his arms still caging you in against him. he leans in so that his lips are just a whisper from your ear, murmuring in a low tone, "guess i've gotta work a little harder to be fully forgiven then."

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sometimes you would be in the most inconvenient of places and feel his hand firmly grasp your ass, or slip under your shirt, and his lips would immediately be drawn to your neck. it was his way of telling you that he was in the mood.

though, you wouldn’t give in to him all the time, and mostly you enjoyed watching him squirm as you tell him just how badly you were needing him, showing him a little more skin or subtly flashing him, and movie night with steve and robin was no exception to this.  

it took all but two seconds of eddie seeing the glint in your eye as you entered his trailer for him to know that he was already a goner. even more so when you waste no time in pressing your lips to his, your body leaning into him and almost knocking him off his feet. had steve and robin not already been there, you would’ve dragged him to his room before he could say a word.  

“well, hello to you too,” his words are muffled against the fruity softness of your lips and he kicks the door shut behind you. his hands reach to caress either side of your head, and he pulls away only long enough to smile at you, lips quirking up at the corners, “how’s my girl?” 

you draw in your bottom lip, attention wavering to steve and robin sitting on the floor not far behind him as they try to throw popcorn into the other’s mouth, “let’s just say... i don’t think i can wait an entire movie for us to be alone.” 

you hadn't seen eddie for a couple of days and the heat between your legs was only growing with every second that he wasn’t inside you. the moisture had started to gather just from the mere sight of him and it wouldn’t be long until it became unbearable.  

a sharp breath is all that leaves him, and he leans forward, “does the castle need conquering?” 

“the castle is seconds away from falling to shambles,” you pull him even closer, pressing another kiss to his lips. 

a thoughtful expression etches itself on eddie’s face, the gears turning in his head, and it takes every ounce of self-control for him not to come up with some excuse to get rid of steve and robin. but he couldn’t do that – no – they had been talking for weeks about how excited they were to watch the new scary movie that had come into the store.  

“okay, lovebirds, get a room,” robin sneers, curling her upper lip with disgust at you both. “or better yet, let’s start the movie.” 

eddie offers you his hand, a roguish grin on his face, but before he can pull you toward the sofa, you lean in close and whisper, “just so you know, i'm not wearing any underwear.” 

“holy fuck,” he exhales, eyes blown wide as his mind is instantly flooded with the idea of you wearing nothing underneath your skirt – taunting him to know that he had such easy access to your sweet spot and all he had to do was take it.  

for almost an hour, he tries to deflect his attention, tries to think of anything else, but even after steve had put the movie on and robin had turned off the lights, all he could think about was you and the way you felt wrapped around him.  

he sits on the end of the sofa with you leaning into him, your head perched just beneath his chin and a thin blanket you had stolen from his room covering your body. steve and robin had opted to sit on the floor, the two of them practically inseparable as their eyes remain trained on the screen. you weren’t even entirely sure what was happening in the movie, other than some guy running around with a mask trying to kill people, because, like eddie, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either.  

then, as if he had read your mind, his hand that had been wrapped around you, resting across your chest, slowly inches beneath the blanket to slip under your shirt, cupping your breast. you exhale, making sure steve and robin wouldn’t notice, before looking up at eddie as he adorns a devilish grin now.  

“apparently your underwear wasn’t the only thing you forget to wear tonight,” he whispers into your ear, referring to your lack of a bra, at the same time his thumb rolls over your nipple until its taunt. “just be quiet for me, okay?” 

you nod rapidly, already desperate and aching for him, and he slowly starts to inch his hand further down your body. you quietly spread your legs open enough for his hand to fit between your thighs without drawing any attention to yourself, making it seem like you were just getting comfortable.  

with steady movements, his fingers trail down to the band of your skirt, grasping at the thin material and pulling it up your thighs without trying to move the blanket. you stare up at him through your lashes, brows arching with anticipation, waiting for him to finally touch your sweet spot, when robin pops up from the floor to press pause on the movie. 

you had never seen eddie move as fast as he does to remove his hand from your core, thankfully going unnoticed as your chest races from the adrenaline. he presses his lips to the back of your head, though you know he’s just trying to cover up his laughter from almost getting caught.  

“do you guys wanna order the pizza now?” robin asks, unbeknownst to what had been going on right under their noses.  

steve is the first to nod, his hair flopping as he does, “i could go for pizza.” 

“yeah, we could – we could go for pizza,” you say, breathless and shaky as you do causing eddie to chuckle from behind you.  

robin takes it upon herself to call up the restaurant and place the order for delivery while eddie jumps up with a stiffness to his steps that only you seemed to pick up on, “the pizza is on me, just let me find my wallet.” 

he heads to his room, leaving you alone and vulnerable as you try to pull your skirt back down without making it obvious, ultimately pretending you were just fixing the blanket. though, the attention is diverted when eddie returns seconds later with empty hands.  

“i can’t find my wallet. you haven’t seen it, have you?” he makes haste of searching around the coffee table and couch for it but to no avail, even robin and steve join in the search, neither of them wanting to pay for the pizza if they didn’t have to.  

“did you check your room properly? you’re always losing stuff in there,” you shake your head, knowing that the likeliness of him losing it amongst his clothes and dnd stuff was far more likely than you cared to admit. he nods, sheepishly, lifting his shoulders into a shrug, and an exasperated sigh leaves your lips, “you two keep searching, we’ll be right back. c’mon dumb dumb, we’re gonna search your room.” 

grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pull eddie back to his room, where everything looked normal and unturned. as if he hadn’t even bothered to look for his wallet. and that’s when you see it... his wallet... sitting on his dresser as clear as day. it’s then that you realize it was all just a ploy to get you alone and it worked.  

turning to eddie, you see that he’s already closed the door, a proud smirk plastered on his lips as he traipses across the room to meet you, “we have about three minutes before they start to wonder what’s taking us so long.” 

“then stop wasting time,” you raise a curious brow as he slowly lifts you onto the dresser. his lips barely an inch away from your own.  

he immediately takes your lips in a heated kiss, breathy and full of want, as his hands run along your body. one of yours gets tangled in his curls as the other glides down his torso and between his legs, much to his surprise. your hand is greeted with an aching erection.  

the touch causes him to jut and he moans against your lips as your fingers begin to get to work, grasping and caressing his dick. his breathing is uneven, hot, and heavy against your face. his hands are quick to assist in unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down for his length to spring up, hitting you where you needed him the most.  

your fingers begin to grow sticky the wetter his tip gets from your touch, and you steal a glance from him. his jaw is tensed, eyes almost closed, hazy with desire, and he groans your name lowly. he connects his lips with your neck, biting, sucking down on your skin, as he hitches your skirt up to reveal your cunt. so pretty and moist – just the way he liked it.  

wrapping your legs around him, prompting him to line himself up against you, he slowly glides himself up and down before entering your needy little hole. you can’t help but gasp at his thickness and it gets harder and harder to control your breathing when he’s working you open, his teeth leaving marks of sweet pain over your tender skin.  

deciding that he’s moving too slowly, you clasp your thighs harder around him, pushing him to fill you entirely. you have to throw your head into his neck to stop yourself from crying out, teeth clamping down on his skin while he waits a beat for you to adjust to his considerable size. and then he starts to move, slowly growing faster. his pace is rough and reckless – someone missed you.  

you know you don’t have time to savor the pleasure, you needed to get to work before steve or robin came barging in. you start to push back against his rhythm, squeezing him until you feel his legs start to give way. he’s close.  

his thrusts are fast, hard, making your body shake. he’s giving you all he’s got. 

“y/n... you first... cum for me,” he whispers in your ear.  

it only takes two more thrust for a wave of warmth to shower over you as he keeps pounding you through your orgasm. his arms tighten around you as his hips gyrate, pushing himself as deep as he can before filling your hole with his secretion.  

“fuck, eds,” you cry out, though it’s muffled by his hand as he slowly pulls out of you, watching as his liquids spill from you and into a puddle on the dresser.  

gently he helps clean you up and step back on the floor, pulling a pair of sweatpants from his drawer. kissing your trembling thighs, he removes your skirt and helps you slip on the pants.  

“we should probably get back,” he snickers, offering you his hand and grabbing his wallet with the other.  

as you exit the room, robin and steve seemed to have given up the search for eddie’s missing wallet. both of them laying on the floor throwing a ball to one another.  

“did you find it?” steve asks as the two of you approach, and you snatch it from eddie’s hand to show that you did.  

“i told him he just wasn’t looking well enough. found it in his dresser,” you faux roll your eyes and return to your seat on the couch with eddie.  

robin eyes you up and down, “i take it you also found them in his dresser.” she points to the grey sweatpants you now adorned. 

you open your mouth to answer at the same time the doorbell rings, saving you from the question. eddie simply tosses his wallet to steve and he and robin answer the door. when you look back to eddie, he has an all too familiar look in his eyes and you know that your night is far from over.  

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he doesn't say anything - doesn't reassure you that he's okay - and that worries you even more.

you close the door and slowly make your way over to the bed, sliding in beside him and he immediately rolls over to rest his head on your chest. you welcome it and wrap your arms around him, one hand moving to run soothing circles over his scalp. the short stubble of hair tickles your chin, but you don't mind.

"you want to talk about anything?" you ask, voice soft and soothing as you press a gentle kiss to his head. though prompting him to let you know what was going on doesn't work, and he just shakes his head.

then, he props his head up to look at you for a moment, taking in your features before returning his head back to your chest. "just want to lay here with you," he says, his voice slightly muffled but you make it out all the same.

he presses himself further into your embrace, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you closer.

"that, we can do," you press another kiss to the top of his head, ensuring that he was getting the comfort he needed for whatever it was he was dealing with. you knew he would come to you when he was ready, but for right now, you just needed to be patient with him.

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