⌯⌲ SYNOPSIS: Dean tries to prove to himself that he’s not that into you, but it doesn’t quite work out in his favor when he sees you step into the hockey house and those feelings slap him in the face.
⌯⌲ CONTENT: dean tries to make reader jealous. puck bunny mention. yearner!dean. feelings confession.
You’d always had an on again, off again type of relationship with Dean.
It started both of your freshman years at Briar, you’d met him at a party for the incoming freshman. You remembered walking up to him instantly, just naturally gravitating towards him and the good vibe he gave off.
It helped that he was attractive for sure too. Tall and built, perfect smile, messy blond hair that you wanted to run your fingers through, plump, pink lips. He was gorgeous, and he was kind. How could you not gravitate towards him?
You’d fallen into his bed that night, because, how could you not? Dean had a way with words, and you’d let him sweet talk you underneath him that night.
It wasn’t all too bad though, he was consistent with wanting to see you. He had always called you when he was wanting someone to come keep him company.
The bad part of it all though?
You’d caught feelings, and he was insistent that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He claimed over and over that he wasn’t the relationship type.
But you knew he was lying. You knew he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, so, you waited him out. Pretended you didn’t care.
That fucked with Dean more than anything. Thinking you didn’t care? Yeah, that truly was a blow to his ego, and definitely a stab to his heart, because even though he wanted you to believe he wasn’t ready for a relationship, he wanted you to want him, to chase him.
That’s why he’s walking into the hockey house with one of the puck bunnies tonight. His lame attempt at making you jealous.
But also, really just his big attempt to prove to himself that he didn’t feel anything for you.
“Why the fuck is Dean walking in here with Lauren?” your best friend asks, disgust lacing her tone, her narrowed eyes following Dean and Lauren as they make their way towards Dean’s group of friends.
You laugh, bringing your red solo cup to your lips, biting on the rim before sipping the jack and coke. “Another lame attempt to prove he doesn’t have feelings for me, or to make me jealous, who knows, but he’s hilarious if he thinks a puck bunny will make me jealous.”
Your best friend lets her eyes drift to you, concern etched in her features as she tries to read you for any sign of jealousy.
It’d be a lie if you said seeing Dean with any girl didn’t bother you, but you refused to let him know that. Fuck him and his games.
Grabbing your best friend’s hand, you drag her out to the middle of the living room, which is currently a makeshift dance floor. You down the rest of your jack and coke, setting the red solo cup on the side table and begin swaying your hips to the beat of the music.
“Trust me, I’m fine! Dean will soon enough realize I’m the girl for him. We’ve been at this for two years, he can’t run from his feelings forever, right?”
As if he’d heard you say his name over the loud thump of the music, over the distorted sound of voices conversing around you, you feel Dean’s piercing blue eyes land on you.
Looking up, you make eye contact with him, giving him a sensual wink, biting your lip and continuing to move your hips to the song that was currently playing.
A set of hands wrap around your waist, splaying out on the exposed skin of your stomach. You smile, looking back to find Nolan Beckham, one of Dean’s teammates, standing behind you. His deep green eyes shine, his smile bright as he looks down at you.
“You look good tonight.” Nolan says, pulling you back into him more.
You smile back at him, grinding your ass into him, ignoring the burning stare you know is coming from Dean.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Becks.”
Nolan opens his mouth to respond, but a pair of hands is ripping him away from you, shoving him back onto the couch that’d been pushed up against the back wall.
“Don’t touch her.” Dean seethes, his chest heaving, the anger evident in his eyes.
You scoff, turning to help Nolan up but Dean grabs you by your elbow, pulling you back.
“Let. Me. Go.” you say, tone firm.
Dean shakes his head, his blue eyes burning into yours.
“Let’s go talk.”
“No.”
Dean’s eyes plead with you, his grip on your elbow not loosening in the slightest.
You sigh. “What is this, Dean? You tell me you don’t want me, you bring Lauren here, then get mad when you see me dancing with Becks? It makes zero sense, you’re giving me whiplash.”
“Look, let’s just… Let’s just go talk about this somewhere that everyone isn’t listening and watching us.”
Your eyes scan the length of the living room and kitchen area, noting every single pair of eyes in the room on you and Dean, including Lauren, the puck bunny who Dean had brought as his date and ditched the second your attention wasn’t on him and you weren’t jealous over her on his arm.
“Fine. You get five minutes Di Laurentis, then I’m coming back out here.”
Dean’s smile comes back, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He lets his hand slide down your arm until it meets yours, his fingers lacing through your fingers. He drags you up the stairs and all the way down to his bedroom, pulling you inside and shutting the door behind him, locking it.
“No need to lock that, Dean. We’re not doing anything other than talking.”
He smirks, that cocky, knowing smirk. “Right, right, we’ll see about that.”
You roll your eyes, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, legs slightly opened, giving Dean a teasing peak at your lacey white underwear. You knew what you were doing, teasing him with what you wouldn’t let him have tonight…
Or at least, you were going to try and avoid giving into him so easily.
“I know what you’re doing.” Dean groans, taking a step towards you.
You quickly close your legs, pulling them up onto the bed and crossing them beneath you.
“What do you want to talk about, Dean? You’ve wasted two minutes already.”
Dean steps directly in front of you, dropping himself to his knees so he’s face to face with you now. You bite your lip at the sight of him in front of you, on his knees, pupils dilated and that needy as fuck look on his face.
“Wow, who knew I could bring the Dean Di Laurentis to his knees.” you joke, your eyes never leaving his, even when he rolls those pretty blue eyes.
His hands find your thighs, gripping them tightly beneath his palms. “I- What do you need from me? I know bringing Lauren here tonight was a big mistake, but I was hoping to see some sign that you were jealous, and when you didn’t show it and instead let Nolan Beckham put his hands on you, I… it made me realize I really do want you, but I need to know what you want from me? What you need from me. Please.”
You place your hand on his, rubbing your thumb over the tops of his knuckles. “I just need you to stop running from your feelings, Dean. Period. You know how I feel about you, you’ve known for years, yet, you keep running from it. Why?”
He sighs. “I’ve never had a serious relationship, so when I started realizing I had feelings for you, I won’t lie, it scared the shit out of me. But I’d rather be honest about how I feel and have you as mine, than keep running and having to deal with seeing you let other men touch you. It kills me to see that.”
Your eyes soften. You knew Dean had problems showing his heart, had problems opening up to girls, you were truly the only female that he’d slept with and kept around.
That’s how you knew he liked you more than just sex. It wasn’t just sexual attraction and the fact that you knew his body and he knew yours so well that he kept you around. It was more, and you’d always known it, now, Dean was admitting it.
“What’re you saying, Dean?” you say, a teasing tone in your words. “You saying you like me, like me?”
Dean huffs out a laugh, his eyes rolling again. “I’m saying I like you, like you, brat.”
You laugh at that. You were a brat, and you wouldn’t apologize for it. Dean made you wait on this long enough, it was only right you teased him about it and made him work for the relationship you know is inevitable.
“Awww, Dean, I’m flattered. I kinda, sorta like you too.”
Dean leans forward, his lips chasing yours, but you turn your head, dodging his kiss.
“Not so fast, buddy.”
Eye brows furrowed, Dean frowns. “What? Did I fuck this up running from how I felt too long?”
You laugh, a full on belly laugh that makes your sides hurt. Dean couldn’t fuck up his chances. Even if the two of you played this cat and mouse chase game together for years, you’d still give into him when he was ready. Did that make you slightly pathetic over him? Maybe. But you didn’t care. You knew this thing would come to a head and you’d be together.
“No, I just… If we give this thing a chance, I need to know you’re serious, Dean.”
Dean’s hands move to the back of your head, holding tightly as he leans in and kisses you hard. His lips move quickly against yours, his tongue sweeping against yours before he gently kisses your lips and pulls back, those pretty eyes on yours again. “Listen, I’m more serious than I’ve ever been. I’ve wanted you for about a year and a half now, and I don’t think I can go another second without you,” his eyes flick down to your lips, nostrils flaring when he sees your bottom one tucked between your teeth. His thumb gently runs across your mouth, pulling your lip from between your teeth. “So, what do you say? Give the desperate hockey player a shot?”
You roll your eyes at him calling himself desperate, but deep down, you know he is. Dean is a lowkey yearner and lover boy, and you truly love that about him.
“Fine, I’ll give it a shot Mr. Desperate Defenseman.”
The smile on his lips grows, his eyes shining as he lets out a relieved breath. “Thank God, because I was hyping myself up to beg some more, but you folded just as quickly as I did earlier after seeing Nolan with his hands on you.”
Kissing his lips again, you push him back, standing from his bed and helping him up off his knees. “Shut up, Dean, or I’ll take it back.”
His hand laces with yours, dragging you toward his bedroom door. He stops dead in his tracks, free hand wrapped around the knob but the burning question that’s been lingering in the air finally slips from his lips.
“So, you’ll be my girlfriend right? That’s what we meant by that?”
You smile a teasing smile. “Dean, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“Uh, duh. So will you? Be my girlfriend?”
A very satisfied smile on your lips, you agree, but not without teasing him a little more as you do. “I mean… I guess, you’re not too bad looking, pretty good in bed, hot as fuck in your hockey uniform… I think I can deal with you as my boyfriend.”
“Oh fuck you.” Dean groans, unlacing your hands and slinging his arm over your shoulder.
He pulls the door open, dragging you to the stairs and stopping at the top so he can announce very loudly. “She said yes, boys! My girl is officially my girl!”
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WARNINGS -> idol!jungkook x fan!reader, power imbalance (?), fingering, semi public sex, degradation if you squint, dom!jungkook x sub!reader, please lmk if i missed anything because this is long😭
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you didn’t know how you were able to meet jeon jungkook.
was fate playing an elaborate joke on you? was it meant to be? that was what you were wondering the moment you saw him.
you had been a bts fan for years. your friends and family rolled their eyes every time you rambled on and on about song meanings, interviews, and just how amazing your bias, jungkook was. how his voice was so beautiful, how infectious his laugh was, how you could get lost in his eyes even through a screen.
though you struggled to admit it, jungkook helped cure your chronic loneliness. it was almost pathetic—weverse lives were warped by your mind into one on one conversations, your lovesick eyes gazing into the screen as you ate dinner, pretending he only had eyes for you.
two nights before you met him, you saw him at bts’ concert in your city. it was fun, the most fun you’d had in a long time. you were in the front, something you ridiculous amounts of money for. it was harmless, low stakes entertainment.
one night before you met him, you were laying in your bed, face mask on, humming the song normal as you tried to forget how perfect he looked under those stage lights.
the night you met him, you were at a club. the harsh, skunk-esque scent of marijuana filled your nostrils and bass-heavy music filled your ears. your friends were distracted, gossiping as you stared at him wordlessly.
that couldn’t be him, you thought. he had to have moved on to another city. he couldn’t still be here. he couldn’t be in the same room as you. this handsome, brunette boy in this club couldn’t be your bias.
but his piercings were too identical to jungkook’s. this man was dressed just like jungkook, and when his right hand reached up to scratch his face—
holy shit. it was him.
you could recognize those tattoos from anywhere. the ARMY, the heart, the various colorful tattoos that you recognized one by one as your eyes trailed up his arm. your mouth went dry.
you had to sit down in your friends’ booth before your knees buckled. this can’t be happening. this can not be happening. you immediately felt self conscious about everything. you didn’t spend enough time on your hair. your dress was so boring. did your makeup melt off? you really hoped it didn’t. you frantically reapplied your lip gloss just in case.
your friend tapped you on the shoulder, “are you okay?”
you tried your best to sound natural, “of course, why?”
“you look like you just saw a ghost,” she giggled.
“i’m fine,” you insisted.
she turned back to the rest of your friend group.
you glanced at jungkook again. he was with some friends, ordering at the bar. he yawned.
you looked away, staring at the wall as you yawned. you swallowed, really hoping he didn’t see that. your fingers fumbled with the hem of your dress.
you couldn’t do this. you needed a walk. “i’m gonna go… get some air,” you blurted to your friends, your voice cracking on the last syllable.
“want me to go with you?” a friend asked.
“no,” you said too fast as you got up and practically ran to the exit.
as you turned to get up, you made direct eye contact with jungkook.
he was staring. not in your direction, not at your booth. at you.
this can’t be happening.
your eyes widened. you scurried towards the door, the number of people around you getting smaller and the music getting fainter the closer you got.
you felt a big hand grab your arm. you almost gasped when you turned to him.
jungkook.
you froze like a deer in headlights, “hello?”
he looked more handsome in person, his silver lip piercings slightly reflecting the dim light. his eyes glistened so perfectly your heart ached. he was everything you thought he’d be and more.
he broke the silence, “you were staring at me.”
“no.” you lied, turning to leave.
“you yawned right after me,” he grabbed your arm again.
“i was tired,” you muttered, “who are you?”
you didn’t know why you asked that. you definitely knew who he was.
his eyes narrowed, “you don’t know who i am?”
you forced a scoff, “should i?”
he shrugged, “you stared at me like you did.”
you tried to step to the side to pass him. he mirrored you.
“i said i was tired,” you muttered.
“and i said you were staring at me.”
you huffed, looking up at him.
big mistake. he was close. your heart pounded.
his skin looked so perfect. don’t stare don’t stare don’t stare—
“what do you want?” you tried to use a demanding tone, but your voice was too shaky.
he looked at you up and down, “still trying to figure that out.”
you bit your lip. he stepped closer. you backed into a wall. big mistake.
“you know, most people just come up and say hi.”
your heart dropped.
“i-i’m not most people,” you softly shot back.
his expression shifted to something softer, more intrigued.
“you just looked…” you started.
breathtaking. divine. amazing.
“weird,” you finished.
“weird?” he echoed.
“yep.”
he stepped closer into your space. you could smell his cologne.
he had a smug glint in his eyes, “you’re nervous.”
your eyebrows furrowed, “i’m not.”
he chuckled, “you are such a bad liar, you know that?”
his eyes shifted down to your lips. your breath hitched. he brushed his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “your lip gloss smudged.”
you didn’t speak. you couldn’t.
“you say you’re not nervous,” his fingers slid from your lip to your wrist, “but why are you shaking?”
you hadn’t noticed until he said it.
“i…” you trailed off.
he grinned, and it was probably the most beautiful thing you’d seen in your life.
your breath stuttered. stupid, traitorous warmth spread through you.
“you’re weird.”
“you grabbed me first,” you grumbled.
“yeah,” his eyes flicked to your lips again, “i did.”
and then he kissed you. no warning, no buildup, he just kissed you.
none of this felt real. you wondered when you would wake up in your bed, realizing you had the best dream of your life.
you kissed him back harder than you thought you would, hands finding his face and pulling him closer. he obliged, deepening the kiss.
when he pulled back for air, he didn’t go far. his forehead almost touched yours.
“you always kiss strangers like that?” he asked.
your brain stalled. you almost laughed. if only he knew.
“do you always grab girls in clubs like that?” you muttered.
his grin didn’t falter. if anything, it softened, eyes flicking over your face like he was trying to memorize it.
“only the ones who stare at me like that.”
your heart fluttered stupidly at that.
his hands were still on your waist. he hadn’t moved them. you hadn’t asked him to. the music thumped faintly through the walls, but out here it felt quiet. too quiet. like the world had narrowed down to just this. his hands, his breath, the way he was looking at you like you were something worth figuring out.
you swallowed, your gaze dropping to his lips again. big mistake. his thumbs stilled against your waist.
“…you’re doing it again,” he murmured.
heat flooded your face. you looked away quickly, shaking your head.
“i’m not…”
“you are,” he said softly, like he wasn’t even teasing anymore.
your chest felt tight. this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. you weren’t supposed to be here, pressed against a wall, being looked at like this by someone you had spent years—
“what’re you thinking about?”
“you’re just—” you cut yourself off.
he tilted his head slightly. “just what?”
perfect. beautiful. everything.
“annoying,” you finished weakly.
he huffed out a quiet laugh, but his eyes didn’t leave your face.
“yeah,” he murmured, unconvinced. “that’s not it.”
you didn’t respond.
you couldn’t.
because the longer he looked at you like that, the harder it was to remember how to act normal. how to pretend you didn’t know the way his voice sounded at three in the morning, soft through a screen. how to pretend this wasn’t something you had imagined a hundred times before.
his hand shifted slightly, sliding a little higher on your waist. not enough to be inappropriate, just enough to make your breath catch.
“you don’t act like you know me,” he said quietly.
your stomach dropped.
“because i don’t,” you whispered.
another lie.
he studied you for a long moment, eyes searching your face like he was trying to catch you in it.
“…right,” he said finally, but he didn’t sound convinced.
your heart pounded. say something. anything.
“why did you follow me?” you asked instead.
his lips curved, just a little.
“you ran away.”
you blinked. “i didn’t run.”
“you did,” he said easily. “and you looked like you were about to pass out.”
you felt your face heat up again. “i was fine.”
“mhm.”
he didn’t believe you. of course he didn’t. you let out a small breath, your shoulders relaxed just a little despite yourself.
“i just needed air.”
“so did i,” he said.
you frowned slightly. “you seemed fine.”
“yeah,” he said, eyes flicking down to your lips again, “but then i saw you leave.”
your heart skipped.
oh.
oh.
you didn’t know what to do with that. the silence stretched again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was… heavy. warm. like something was building between you and neither of you wanted to be the one to break it.
his fingers flexed slightly against your waist.
“what’s your name?” he asked.
your breath caught. this was it. this was where it became real. this was where you ruined everything. you hesitated.
his brows pulled together just a little, like that wasn’t the reaction he expected “what?” he said softly.
“i just…” you trailed off, your voice small. “i don’t think i should.”
he blinked, surprised.
“why not?”
because if you told him, this would end.
because if you told him, he might realize.
because this—whatever this was—felt too good to be real, and you didn’t want it to stop.
you shook your head, looking down.
“i just don’t want this to be weird.”
he watched you carefully, something shifting in his expression again. softer. more serious.
“it’s already weird,” he said quietly.
you let out a small, breathy laugh.
“yeah,” you admitted.
his thumb brushed lightly against your side, absentminded.
“then don’t tell me,” he said after a moment. “my name is jungkook.”
you looked up at him, surprised.
he held your gaze for a moment before one of his hands left your waist, reaching into his pocket.
your heart stuttered at the loss of contact.
he pulled out his phone, unlocking it quickly before taking your hand—gentler this time—and placing it in yours.
your fingers trembled slightly.
“put your number in,” he said.
you stared at the screen like it might disappear.
this wasn’t real. this couldn’t be real.
“…why?” you asked softly.
his lips twitched, like he found the question funny.
“because i want to see you again.”
your chest tightened.
you glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint that he didn’t mean it.
there wasn’t one. he looked… sure. like this was the easiest decision he’d made all night.
“unless,” he added, quieter now, “you’re gonna pretend you don’t want that either.”
your heart melted completely. you looked back down at his phone, your vision blurring slightly as you typed your number in with shaky fingers.
you handed his phone back to him. your fingers brushed. you almost forgot how to breathe. he glanced at the screen, saving it, then looked back at you.
“mystery girl,” he read under your contact, a small smile tugging at his lips.
you huffed out a soft laugh. “you’re annoying.”
“yeah,” he said, stepping just a little closer again, like he couldn’t help himself, “you said that.”
your heart was beating so fast it hurt.
“i meant it.”
“sure you did.”
his gaze dropped to your lips again. slower this time. more deliberate. your breath hitched.
“i’ll text you,” he murmured.
you nodded, barely. “okay.”
neither of you moved. not really. just stood there, too close, like neither of you wanted to be the first to step away.
his hand lingered at your waist for a second longer before he finally let it fall. the absence felt immediate. cold.
he took a small step back, but his eyes stayed on you.
“don’t run off again,” he said.
you swallowed.
“…i won’t.”
his smile came back, softer this time.
“good.”
and then he turned, walking back toward the door—
before glancing over his shoulder one last time like he wanted to make sure you were still there. exactly where he left you.
・・・・・
jungkook had never dated anyone like you before.
you were strange, a little evasive, but when he finally got you to open up, you were nothing like he expected.
he didn’t think about you in a normal way anymore. that was the problem. it had started as curiosity. this girl in a club who looked at him like she recognized him but refused to admit it. now it had turned into something quieter, more constant. like a habit he couldn’t drop.
you.
you, who still wouldn’t call him first sometimes but always answered immediately when he texted.
you, who pretended not to know things about him and then accidentally hummed songs from his older albums when you thought he wasn’t listening.
you, who acted shy with him like you weren’t always the one trying to get closer to him.
jungkook laid on his hotel bed, phone in hand, staring at your name.
you: are you awake?
it was almost 2 am in your time zone. why were you up? he smiled before he even realized it.
jungkook: what’s up?
there was a pause.
you: i can’t sleep
he exhaled through his nose, turning onto his side.
jungkook: come here then
another pause. longer this time. he could practically feel you thinking through the screen.
you: i’m literally across the country
jungkook: i know
jungkook: still want you here. haven’t seen you face to face in weeks
the typing bubble appeared immediately.
disappeared. appeared again.
he pictured your face exactly in that moment. how your lips would press together when you were trying not to overthink something.
you: that’s not fair
he laughed softly to himself.
jungkook: it’s very fair
jungkook: you started this. want a red eye or do you want your beauty sleep?
another pause.
you: i hate you
he smiled wider.
jungkook: no you don’t
he was right, and you both knew it.
when he flew you out for the first time, you were nervous when you saw him at the airport. you just stood there for a second too long, staring at him like you were trying to confirm he was real.
then you walked straight into him. no hesitation, arms around his neck, face buried against his shoulder like you belonged there.
“hi,” you mumbled.
jungkook laughed into your hair, tightening his hold around your waist.
“hi,” he said back, softer.
you smelled like your perfume and airport air and something distinctly you that he couldn’t describe. you pulled back just enough to look at him.
“you look tired,” you said immediately, voice slightly raspy.
“i just flew twelve hours,” he said.
you nodded seriously. “that’ll do it.”
then you reached up and fixed his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. jungkook froze for half a second. then he leaned into your touch without thinking.
that was the first time he realized it.
you didn’t treat him like jungkook. you treated him like him.
the days blurred after that. you stayed in the city while he was on tour, slipping into his schedule like you had always been part of it.
you didn’t ask for much. you just showed up. you sat in dressing rooms while he got ready, legs curled under you, quietly scrolling on your laptop while he talked around you. sometimes you’d look up and just… watch him.
not in that overwhelming way from the club. in a soft way. like you were learning him.
“what?” he’d ask once, catching you.
you’d blink. “nothing.”
“you’re staring again.”
you’d shrug, unbothered. “you’re interesting.”
that had made him pause.
no one had ever called him that.
not like that.
after shows, you were always waiting.
not backstage screaming. just there. hoodie oversized, hair slightly messy, holding something small for him—water, food, a dumb little snack you found nearby.
he started looking for you in crowds without meaning to. and every time he found you, your face would soften like you forgot everything else existed. that expression did something to him.
every time.
you were strange in a way he didn’t know how to categorize. you didn’t fawn over him. you didn’t ask for pictures. you didn’t even really talk about what he did unless he brought it up.
instead, you talked about random things.
the way clouds looked different in each city. how you thought certain songs felt like specific temperatures. he didn’t always understand you. but he always wanted to.
one night, after a show, you were sitting on his hotel bed while he stood by the window, half-dressed.
you were talking about something ridiculous again. he wasn’t really listening to the words. just you. your hands moved when you spoke. your voice softened when you got sleepy. your eyes kept drifting to him like it was instinct.
“you’re doing it again,” you said suddenly.
he looked over. “doing what?”
you pointed at him. “that thing where you look at me like i’m gonna disappear.”
“i don’t—”
“you do.”
you both paused.
“why?”
he walked over slowly and sat beside you.
the mattress dipped under his weight. he didn’t answer right away. instead, he looked at you properly.
you blushed, breaking eye contact.
“you’re different,” he said finally.
you hummed. “that’s not an answer,” you mumbled.
he smiled a little, “it is for me.”
you shifted closer without thinking, like it was muscle memory now. “good different?” you asked.
his gaze dropped to your lips for a second before coming back up. “yeah,” he said softly. “good different.”
you nodded like that was enough. then you leaned your head against his shoulder. and jungkook thought, absurdly, quietly that he could get used to this.
you, like this. you, next to him. you, staying.
and for the first time in a long time, jungkook wasn’t thinking about what came next. he was just thinking about you not leaving.
he was falling, deeper and deeper as the months of the tour passed.
when the it was over, he didn’t even hesitate to fly back with you to your city.
it was bliss. going out on dates, tipsily stumbling into his airbnb, making out on the couch. he felt himself falling for you every time he looked into your pretty eyes. he didn’t want to push you, but he really wanted to come over to your place.
tonight, you two were out at a lounge together, a place you told him was your favorite. you wore the cutest pink top with a skirt that had his head spinning.
you had requested a private room, knowing he’d probably want privacy.
the hostess closed the door behind you, the noise of the lounge softening into a distant hum.
it was quieter in here with just the two of you. you slipped your shoes off the moment you stepped inside, tucking them neatly by the couch before settling down like you’d been here a hundred times before.
“i like this one,” you murmured, running your fingers over the soft fabric of the seat.
jungkook watched you for a second before taking off his shoes and sitting across from you.
“…you come here a lot?” he asked.
you shook your head, smiling a little.
“not really,” you admitted, glancing up at him. “but i thought you’d like it.”
something in his chest shifted at that.
you didn’t say it like you were trying to impress him. you said it like it mattered to you.
you didn’t stay across from him. you never did. after a moment, you shifted, moving beside him instead, your thigh brushing his as you settled in. closer than necessary. jungkook exhaled softly through his nose.
“…couldn’t see me from over there?” he murmured.
you shook your head, blushing softly. “i just like being closer,” you said, quieter now. your shoulder leaned into his. you didn’t move.
your hand found his sleeve again, fingers tracing lightly over the fabric before slipping lower, slower this time, until your fingers brushed his.
hesitated.
then laced with his.
jungkook stilled. your thumb moved over his knuckles, slow, absentminded, but it didn’t feel absentminded to him. nothing about you did.
you leaned in slightly, your chin brushing his shoulder as you looked out at the room, but your body stayed angled toward him.
toward him.
always toward him.
“it’s nice in here,” you whispered. your breath ghosted against his neck.
jungkook swallowed. “yeah,” he said, lower now. “it is.”
that was when you planted a soft kiss onto his neck. then his jaw. then his cheek. he turned to face you, and you captured his lips in a sweet, soft kiss. you pulled back, giggling like you were proud of yourself.
“what’d i do to deserve that?” he teased.
“nothing,” you replied, “just felt like it.”
he didn’t know if it was the drinks or the room, but something about you felt warmer. softer. his hand slid from your hand to your thigh. the skin was smooth.
slowly, as you rambled and you two drank, he drifted his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. you let him do it.
he paused when the back of his hand brushed against your panties. they were soaked through. your eyes widened.
“you’re excited.”
your eyes widened. you buried your face in your hands.
“ah-ah,” he tutted. “let me see you.”
he brought your hands down, your wide, glossy eyes staring up at him.
“that’s my girl.”
your breath hitched. he felt you get wetter. his pants were suddenly tight. he slightly pressed his fingers against your clit through the fabric. you let out a high pant.
“so sensitive,” he teased as he lazily pressed harder.
you squirmed under his touch, your hips shifting in a desperate attempt for more friction. a soft whimper escaped your lips as he continued to tease you through the fabric.
"look at you," jungkook murmured, his voice low and husky. "so needy already. i've barely touched you."
his fingers traced the outline of your panties, deliberately avoiding where you wanted him most. your breath hitched when he finally hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your glistening folds.
"all this for me?" he chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "you really are something else."
without warning, he slid a finger inside you, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. your walls clenched around him immediately, drawing him deeper.
"so tight," he groaned, adding another finger. "and so fucking wet. you've been thinking about this, haven't you?"
you could only nod, your eyes fluttering shut as he began to move his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. his thumb found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make you see stars.
"open your eyes," he commanded, his voice firm but not harsh. "i want to see you."
you struggled to obey, your heavy lids fighting to stay open as waves of pleasure washed over you. when you finally managed to focus on him, you were met with a smug, confident smirk that made your stomach flutter.
"that's it," he praised, curling his fingers just right. "taking my fingers so well."
your response was a broken moan as he increased his pace, his thumb working faster against your sensitive nub. the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly, threatening to snap at any moment.
"not yet," he warned, sensing how close you were. "i want to hear you beg first."
"please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "jungkook, please..."
"please what?" he teased, slowing his movements almost to a stop. "use your words, baby."
"please let me come," you begged, tears of frustration and pleasure welling in your eyes. "i need it so badly..."
he considered you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, without warning, he plunged his fingers back inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again as his thumb pressed firmly against your clit.
"come for me then," he commanded. "all over my fingers."
the permission was all you needed. your back arched off the couch as your orgasm crashed over you, intense and overwhelming. you cried out his name as waves of pleasure pulsed through your body, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers. you came hard, soaking them.
“aw, baby,” he teased, slipping his fingers out, “made a mess all in your panties, didn’t you?”
he kissed your forehead, “don’t worry. we’ll have you all cleaned up when we get home.”
you didn’t look disheveled, but there was a distinct haze in your eyes that wasn’t there before. you put your head on his shoulder, your hair brushing against his neck.
when the server came back, he paid the bill without even giving you a chance to suggest splitting, you murmuring a soft “thank you,” planting a kiss onto his cheek, something he was beginning to crave.
the ride to your house was short.
you both were slightly tipsy, but jungkook was coherent enough to drive, one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh.
your apartment was humble and simply decorated. you didn’t give him much time to look at it before you kissed him.
when you walked him to your room, he wasn’t paying attention, more focused on you and deepening this kiss.
the room had posters scattered all over the walls, typical for a young person.
until he noticed one specific one.
it was a bts poster. not just any old picture, he knew exactly when the picture was taken. he was twenty-four, and the group was about to go on hiatus. he was mid laugh, and he remembered namjoon making some joke that cracked him up. namjoon was always funny to him.
his lips lost all rhythm.
you weren’t some girl who didn’t know who he was. you were a fan.
his mind raced. did you plan this? was he stupid? the signs were right there.
his heart dropped.
you never wanted him, you wanted the idea of him. the idea of being with a pop star. jungkook swallowed.
how could he not see it? the way you stared at him in that club. your evasiveness. your nervousness.
he pulled back, your shirt slipping off your shoulder. you responded with a confused look. he just kept staring at the poster.
“jungkook, what—“ you cut yourself off when you saw what he was looking at. your smile dropped.
he looked down at you, and he saw horror behind your wide eyes.
“how long?”
“i…” you trailed off. you looked away from him in an attempt on retain composure, “i was going to tell you, b-but i got scared and…”
you kept going, but he stopped listening. he should be terrified. angry that you didn’t say what you were. storm out of your room and block you.
but your room smelled like cocoa and vanilla.
your eyes became glossy with unshed tears.
and he knew he was in too deep to stay upset.
“…i want you to know that i never cared about the money or the fame, i just wanted—“
he interrupted your trembling words with a kiss. not a normal one—one that said i don’t care. i want you.
your taste was addicting, like the fruity drink you ordered at the lounge. your lips were the softest he’d ever kissed.
he walked you to your fluffy pink bed as he kissed you like he was drinking you in. his tongue explored your mouth freely. you laid back on the bed. he crawled over you.
he couldn’t comprehend it. how could someone like you—someone so beautiful, funny, charismatic, shy, strange, stubborn, perfect—sit in your pretty little room and listen to his music religiously enough to have a poster up in your room?
he pulled back, a string of saliva the last thing that connected your swollen lips to his.
“jungkook…” you whispered.
“baby, you’ve really been a fan of me this whole time?”
you nodded, slightly dazed, “i’ve been a fan since 2018.”
that was when he snapped.
he slid your hands up and under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his torso. maintaining eye contact, you slid his shirt up further and further until he lifted his big arms and let you fully take it off.
you studied him for too long, eyes trailing his wide shoulders and muscular torso. your pupils dilatad. goosebumps crawled up his arms.
he hadn’t ever been more grateful than then that he stayed consistent at the gym.
when he got up to take off his pants, you got the memo and slipped off your clothing.
he turned back to you. you were bare, laying back against the bed. he froze. not because of your body. because of you.
you weren’t trying to be anything. you weren’t posing, weren’t hiding, weren’t performing. you just looked up at him, soft and a little shy, like you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him.
like you didn’t know how beautiful you were.
jungkook’s breath caught in his chest.
for a second, he didn’t move at all.
his eyes traced you slowly, almost reverently, like he was afraid if he rushed it, the moment would break. the soft curve of you against the sheets, the way your hair fanned out beneath you, the warmth in your gaze that was still fixed on him.
“hey,” you murmured, your voice small, a little uncertain under the weight of his stare.
that snapped something in him.
he stepped closer without thinking, slower this time, like he was approaching something fragile. something sacred.
his hand reached out, hesitating just for a second before brushing lightly against your arm.
“you’re…” he started, then stopped, his throat tightening.
he let out a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly, almost in disbelief.
“…you’re so pretty,” he finished, softer than anything he’d said all night.
his strong hands flipped you onto your stomach with ease. you let out a soft gasp.
you arched your back almost instinctively. he bit his lip, lining up.
“are you sure you want this?” he whispered.
you nodded eagerly, “i need it.”
that was when he pressed inside. you were so tight, he had to fight the urge to come right then and there.
your walls clenched around him. his vision blurred at the edges. he let out a ragged groan, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. he started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole the air from your lungs. each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each return a blissful homecoming. you could feel every thick inch of him, the vein pulsing on the underside of his shaft as he dragged against your sensitive inner walls.
he leaned over you, his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck, the silver of his lip piercing a cool contrast against your flushed skin. "fuck," he let out, his voice a low, strained rumble. "you feel... you feel like you were made for me." his hands, large and warm, slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine before his fingers tangled in your hair at the nape. he didn't pull, just held you, a grounding, possessive touch that made you whimper.
you pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts, a silent plea for more. he understood. his pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling your room, a sound that mingled with your soft cries and his harsh breaths. the coil in your belly wound tighter, impossibly tight, a spring ready to snap. "jungkook," you gasped, his name a prayer on your lips as your fingers scrabbled for purchase on your pink sheets. "i can't... it's too much."
"no, baby," he rasped, his rhythm becoming more deliberate, more punishing. he angled his hips, and the next thrust hit that spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "you can take it. you will take it." his free hand snaked around your hip, his fingers finding your clit, swollen and slick from your last orgasm. he circled it once, twice, a feather-light touch that was your undoing.
jungkook knew he was wrong.
he had you bent over on your own bed, your cheek rubbing against your pink pillow as he thrusted into you again.
he looked up at your walls, several bts posters scattered throughout them. your shelf had a stack of albums. he even noticed a cooky plush on your bed.
“sweet girl,” he murmured, tattooed hand gripping your hip to get a new angle, “‘got my posters all over your room.”
a blush crawled up your neck as you arched your back further.
“i wanted this for so long,” you whined.
“i know, baby, i know,” his voice was rough with a cocky edge. he snapped his hips harder to hear the little whimper you let out. “never thought your bias would split you open like this, huh?”
you shook your head.
he picked up his pace. you let out a soft, breathy moan, fingers clutching the soft sheets, voice all sweet and trembling like melted sugar. “jungkook… right there—please…”
he tugged a your hair, “yeah? you’ve been such a good girl for me. saving this sweet pussy just for me? dripping all over my cock because your favorite finally noticed you… so fucking cute. you gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess on the dick you’ve fantasized about for years?”
his filthy words made you clench around him. your voice came out even softer, shy and adoring, almost whispering it into the pillow, “mhm… just for you.”
something in the way you said it; so gentle, so genuinely sweet and full of pure affection. hit him right in the chest. his rhythm faltered for half a second, then he pulled out with a wet sound, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.
“turn over,” he ordered, voice thick but urgent. “now. i need to see your face.”
you obeyed instantly, rolling onto your back with those big soft eyes looking up at him, cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen and parted in a little gasp. your hair was messy against the pillow, and the way you looked up at him, all shy and adoring, made his cock twitch hard.
he pushed your thighs apart and slid back inside you in one smooth thrust, groaning at how warm and wet you still were. “there she is, my girl. fuck, look at that face. so pretty for me.“
you reached up, soft hands cupping his face, voice like honey as he started moving again, deep and steady, “jungkook?”
“yeah?”
“i think i love you.”
he froze. the words hung in the air, delicate and devastating. it wasn't the breathy, sex-fueled confession he was used to, the kind whispered in the dark by girls who loved the idea of him. this was different. your eyes, wide and sincere, held no trace of fantasy. you meant it.
"don't," he warned, his voice dropping an octave, losing all its playful arrogance. he started moving again, but the rhythm was different. slower, deeper, almost punishing. "don't say that."
"but it's true," you whispered, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. "i've loved you for so long. even before this. i just... i never thought i'd get to tell you."
every word was a tiny, perfect needle, pricking at the armor he'd spent years building. he looked away from your eyes, his gaze landing on a poster of himself above your headboard—his younger, softer self staring back. the irony was suffocating. he was fucking his fan on a bed surrounded by his own face, and she was telling him she loved him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you don't love me," he grunted, his hips snapping a little harder, trying to force the intimacy back into the physical. "you love this. you love the idea of getting fucked by your bias."
"i love you," you repeated, stronger this time, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "i love your voice. i love the way you laugh. i love how hard you work. and i love how you feel inside me right now."
he cursed, a low, guttural sound torn from his throat. he buried his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. he was losing control. this was supposed to be a conquest, a bit of fun, a story to maybe tell the guys later if he was drunk enough. it wasn't supposed to be this. it wasn't supposed to feel like this.
"look at me," you pleaded softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "please, jungkook."
he resisted for a moment, then slowly lifted his head. your eyes were glassy with unshed tears, but your expression was full of nothing but adoration. it was terrifying.
"say something," you whispered.
"what do you want me to say?" his voice was raw, vulnerable in a way he hadn't allowed himself to be in years. "that i love you too? i don't even know you."
"you know me," you insisted, your voice trembling slightly. "you're seeing all of me right now. this is me. this is my room. this is my heart."
he groaned and kissed you then, hard and desperate. it wasn't a kiss of passion, but of surrender. he poured all his confusion, his frustration, and the terrifying spark of something he refused to name into it. when he pulled back, his forehead was resting against yours.
“fuck,” he rasped between kisses, “i love you too.”
you pulled back. your eyes widened in disbelief, eyes wet with unshed tears, “really?”
“mhm,” he murmured, going in for another soft, wet kiss.
he pulled back, studying you for a moment. his heart ached.
"you're gonna ruin me," he admitted, the words barely audible.
"good," you breathed, a single tear finally escaping and tracing a path down your temple. "let me ruin you."
he started moving again, his pace now deliberate and intense. every thrust was a question, every drag of his cock against your walls an answer he wasn't ready to hear. he watched your face, memorizing the way your lips parted, the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes fluttered closed when he hit just the right spot.
"jungkook," you moaned, your hands sliding down through his hair, pulling him closer. "please... come with me. look at me when you come."
he locked his gaze with yours, his hips pistoning faster, the bedframe groaning in protest. the coil in his stomach tightened to an impossible degree. "mine," he whispered breathily in your ear, the words a mix of possession and awe. "my fucking girl."
"yours," you cried out, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you. "only yours.”
the sight of you, completely undone beneath him, calling his name with such raw devotion, was his undoing. he came with a strangled groan, his eyes never leaving yours as he emptied himself into you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.
he collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you both as you both struggled to catch your breath. the room was silent save for the pounding of his heart against your chest.
after a long moment, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked against him. he looked at the cooky plushie squished between your pillows, then back at your peaceful, sated face.
he knew he was wrong. this wasn't just fan service anymore. this was something else entirely. and he was completely, utterly fucked.
“you’re not getting rid of me.”
you kissed his cheek, “good.”
author’s note: it’s finally here! this story was my unhinged baby and i’m glad it wasn’t too unhinged for you guys to like the teaser!!! i hope this lives up to your expectations and thank you for reading🤍
Tim Bradford x reader where she's pregnant. and nesting. Tim would be all over that I feel.
This has gotta be my favorite thing ever I’m obsesseddd🥹💋 this one might be the fluffiest I’ve written too❤️
HELLO BABY • T.BRADFORD
SUMMARY: Tim comes home to an unexpectedly motivated reader, cleaning, building and painting the nursery for their little girl
PAIRING: SAHM!reader x Tim Bradford
tags: PURE FLUFF, reader wears ‘feminine’ clothes, mentions of pregnancy , nesting mentions, Tim is very confused
a/n: first time writing Tim so be nice to me please…
w/c: 1.1K
Tim Bradford was exhausted. Thirteen hours on shift, three foot pursuits, and one particularly annoying rookie later, all he wanted was to come home, take a shower, and collapse into bed with you. He’d been looking forward to it all day—the feeling of your body curled against his, the scent of your shampoo, the sound of your voice reminding him he was more than just a cop with a badge.
But the second he stepped into the house, he knew something was off.
The scent of fresh paint hit him first, sharp and unmistakable. Then came the sound—faint music Sabrina Carpenter from your phone, the occasional shuffle of movement, and the distinct thunk of something being assembled. Tim frowned, toeing off his boots as he followed the noise down the hall.
And there you were.
Eight months pregnant in overalls, standing on your tiptoes, rolling paint onto the nursery wall. A half-assembled crib lay in pieces beside you along with your nightgown, instructions crumpled but ignored. A screwdriver sat on top of a pile of screws that definitely should have been in the furniture instead of scattered across the floor.
Tim stared. Blinked. Rubbed a hand down his face before speaking.
“What. The hell. Are you doing?”
You startled at his voice, turning to look at him over your shoulder. A streak of light pink paint ran across your cheek, your hair was a mess, and yet you had the nerve to smile at him like you hadn’t just been caught red-handed.
“Preparations.”
Tim exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can see that. But you’re supposed to be resting, not turning the nursery into a DIY disaster zone.”
You huffed, placing the paint roller down. “I was waiting for you to get home, but you were working late, and I had all this energy, so I figured I might as well—”
“No.” Tim stepped forward, hands settling on your waist as he guided you away from the paint tray. “Babe, you’re carrying our kid, not a whole-ass toolbox. You should be lying down, not climbing on step stools and putting together cribs.”
“I wasn’t climbing,” you defended, avoiding his knowing stare.
Tim arched a brow. “You sure about that?”
You pursed your lips. “Okay, maybe a little.”
He sighed, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You need to slow down or you’ll be the death of us both.”
You grinned. “But you love me.”
“I do,” he admitted, voice soft. “Which is exactly why you need to let me handle this stuff, okay?”
Your hands came up to rest on his chest, fingers tracing absent patterns over his vest. “I just wanted everything to be perfect before she gets here.”
Tim’s expression softened. He knew how much this meant to you. He’d seen the baby books on your nightstand, the way you planned every little detail down to the crib sheets and wall decals. But you didn’t have to do this alone—not when he was here.
“She’s already got the most perfect mom in the world,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. “So how about you let me take over, and you sit down before I have to arrest you for reckless endangerment of my pregnant wife?”
You snorted, rolling your eyes but relenting. “Fine. But I’m supervising.”
Tim chuckled. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
As he helped you settle onto the nursery rocking chair, he grabbed the screwdriver and eyed the crib parts with determination. He might’ve spent the last thirteen hours chasing bad guys, but apparently, his real challenge was about to be assembling baby furniture with no instructions.
Tim had faced shootouts, car chases, and criminals twice his size without breaking a sweat. But as he sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, staring down at the disassembled crib like it was an active crime scene, he was starting to think this might be his toughest challenge yet.
You, comfortably perched in the nursery’s new rocking chair with a glass of water in hand, were thoroughly enjoying the show.
“You know,” you mused, watching as he flipped the instruction manual upside down, “I did start putting it together already.”
Tim shot you a look, then gestured to the mess of screws and wooden panels scattered around him. “Yeah, and I’m trying to undo whatever chaos you unleashed before I got home.”
You smirked, shifting to get more comfortable. “I was making progress.”
“You put two of the legs on backward.”
You waved a hand dismissively. “Details.”
Tim sighed, running a hand through his hair before glancing back at you. “You really should be in bed.”
“I was in bed. Then I got bored.” You sipped your water, giving him your most innocent look. “Besides, if I went to sleep, I would’ve missed this.”
“This?”
“The rare sight of Tim Bradford struggling.”
He pointed a screwdriver at you. “Careful. I could make you finish this yourself.”
You laughed, the sound light and easy, and despite the exhaustion still clinging to him from his shift, Tim felt the tension in his body ease. It didn’t matter how tired he was—being here with you, working on something for her, made everything else fade into the background.
A comfortable silence settled between you as he focused on assembling the crib. Every so often, you’d make an observation (“Are you sure that piece goes there?”), and he’d remind you, gently, that he knew what he was doing. (He didn’t.)
Eventually, after some cursing under his breath, an unnecessary amount of re-reading the instructions, and one incident where the crib almost collapsed on itself, he finally tightened the last screw and sat back with a victorious sigh.
“There,” he declared, brushing his hands off. “One fully operational crib, courtesy of your incredibly capable husband.”
You grinned. “I don’t know, I think she’ll have to test it herself before I give you full credit.”
Tim rolled his eyes, pushing himself up to his feet before walking over to where you sat. He rested a hand on your belly, feeling the soft movement of your breath beneath his palm.
“She’s gonna love it,” he murmured, voice softer now. “And she’s gonna love you even more.”
Your eyes glistened, and you covered his hand with yours. “We built a crib today, Tim.”
He smirked. “Correction. I built a crib today. You provided comedic relief at best.”
You swatted his arm, but your smile stayed. “First of all, my comedic relief is amazing and helpful. Second of all I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”
Tim leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before dropping another one to your belly. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice full of something so deep and unshakable it made your heart squeeze. “Me neither.”
Summary: You are Tim's wife, six months pregnant, and refusing to rest. When you're assigned to recruit police officers for a new Metro team, your husband makes sure no one messes with his wife.
Fluff
A/N: Well, it's been a while but I guess I'm back in business. The most requested imagine of all! I hope you all enjoy it and excuse my disappearance. I can't guarantee you'll get more work from me as often as I used you to, but I can promise you I'll write and post all my ideas! Thank you for your support! Lots of love, bubs! Take care of yourselves! 🫶🏻
Warnings: None, pure fluff, (maybe mention of small injuries i guess?), not proofread yet
Requested: Yes!
Words: -
If there was one thing Tim Bradford never expected to happen in his lifetime, it was being completely and utterly wrapped around someone’s finger.
And yet, here he was.
It had started the second you told him you were pregnant. He’d been so sure he’d keep his cool—be the composed, level-headed Sergeant he was known to be. But the moment those words left your mouth, his entire world tilted on its axis. For the first time in years, something scared him. Not a suspect pulling a gun, not a high-risk Metro raid—this. You. The life growing inside of you.
Of course, you didn’t make it easy on him.
You had spent the first two trimesters of your pregnancy insisting that you were fine, rolling your eyes every time he tried to gently suggest that you should slow down.
"Tim," you sighed one evening, standing in your kitchen while he insisted on cooking for you. "You’re hovering."
"I am not hovering," he said flatly, though he absolutely was.
You arched a brow, leaning against the counter. "I’m pregnant, not dying."
Tim grunted, flipping the chicken in the pan. "Still not taking any chances."
You smirked, stepping closer, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. "You love worrying about me, don’t you?"
He sighed, tilting his head down to press a kiss to your temple. "Yeah, well. You make it impossible not to."
What he didn’t expect was that pregnancy would turn him into the world’s most overprotective husband.
It started subtly—making sure you ate on time, setting reminders on his phone for all your doctor’s appointments, researching vitamins when you weren’t looking. Then it got worse.
Like the time he woke up at 2 AM to find you scrolling through work emails.
"Are you kidding me?" He groaned, rolling over to take the tablet from your hands. "You’re supposed to be sleeping."
"I am sleeping."
"You’re awake," he deadpanned.
You just smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Then make me tired, Sergeant."
But by the second trimester? Oh, he was doomed.
Because you were still you—stubborn, reckless, and infuriatingly unwilling to slow down.
He should’ve seen it coming. You had spent your entire career proving yourself in Metro’s elite tactical unit, earning every bit of respect that came your way. You weren’t just some officer—they called you a tactical genius, someone who could think three steps ahead in high-pressure situations.
So of course, when the brass suggested you take maternity leave, you laughed in their faces.
"You should take it," Tim had said carefully, fully expecting a figh
You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest. "And do what? Sit at home and wait?"
"It’s called resting, sweetheart."
You’d rolled your eyes so hard he was surprised they didn’t get stuck. "Not happening."
And, of course, you won.
Instead of getting benched entirely, you were offered a leadership role—forming a new Metro team. It was a compromise. Less fieldwork, more strategy. And while Tim reluctantly agreed it was the best option, it didn’t stop him from hovering over you like a damn bodyguard every chance he got.
Now, here you were—six months pregnant and stationed at Mid-Wilshire, observing officers, evaluating skills, and deciding who was good enough for your team.
And here Tim was, barely keeping it together.
The Mid-Wilshire training room was filled with tension as the candidates for your Metro team sat in front of you. Lucy Chen, Angela Lopez, John Nolan, Nyla Harper, and a few other officers watched you with rapt attention as you paced the front of the room, flipping open the folder in your hands.
"Metro isn’t just about skill," you said, voice steady and firm. "It’s about adaptability, precision, and teamwork. Today, I want to see how you handle high-pressure situations."
You gestured toward the training mats. "We’re going to run a combat demonstration—basic takedowns, disarm techniques, and reaction time drills."
Tim immediately frowned.
He knew what you were doing. You wanted to prove yourself. Wanted to show these officers that pregnancy hadn’t slowed you down, that you were still as sharp and dangerous as ever. And while he respected the hell out of that, it didn’t stop the knot of worry from tightening in his chest.
"Are you sure—" Tim started, stepping forward.
"Yes," you cut him off before he could finish, shooting him a look that said don’t start.
He exhaled sharply but didn’t argue.
The officers lined up as you demonstrated a quick disarm technique, moving through the motions with practiced ease. But Tim saw it immediately. The slight hesitation in your step, the way your movements weren’t as fluid as usual.
Your balance was off.
Officer Matthews—new to Mid-Wilshire, cocky as hell—stepped up for the exercise. He moved fast, testing the maneuver harder than necessary. You reacted on instinct, blocking his attack, but—
You stumbled.
Not a lot. Barely anything. But Tim saw it.
Before anyone else could react, he was already there, hand gripping your arm, the other steadying your waist. His entire body was rigid, tension rolling off him in waves.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low, controlled—but barely.
You huffed, annoyed. "I’m fine, Tim. I just lost my footing—"
"You shouldn’t even be—"
"Don’t." You cut him off sharply, leveling him with a glare. "I know my limits."
Tim’s stomach burned.
And then Matthews laughed.
Your husband's head snapped toward him so fast it was a miracle the kid didn’t flinch.
"You think this is funny?" Tim’s voice dropped, low and dangerous.
Matthews shrugged, unfazed. "I just think it’s a little ironic that Metro sent a pregnant woman to recruit us."
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Lucy and Angela both stiffened, already knowing what was coming. Nolan looked like he wanted to disappear, and Nyla just smirked, waiting for the fallout.
Tim took a slow step forward. "You want to run that by me again?"
Matthews chuckled, oblivious. "I just mean, maybe Metro should—"
"That’s my wife." Tim’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
Matthews’ smirk vanished.
Tim stepped closer, looming over the rookie, his entire body coiled with restrained fury. "That’s my wife," he repeated, voice sharp as steel, "and if you ever question her ability again, you won’t just lose your chance at Metro—you’ll lose your badge altogether."
The entire room seemed to collectively hold its breath.
Tim turned back to you, eyes scanning over you, checking—always checking. His hand found its way to your waist again, grounding himself in the solid reality of you standing there, unharmed.
"You okay?" he murmured, softer now.
You sighed, pressing a hand to his chest. "Tim, I’m fine."
He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. "We’re talking about this later."
"Looking forward to it," you deadpanned.
The tension in the room slowly lifted as Matthews slinked away, and Lucy finally broke the silence with a grin. "Well, that was fun."
Nyla chuckled. "I was wondering when people would finally figure it out."
Nolan exhaled, shaking his head. "I knew something was up."
You rolled your eyes, stepping back and addressing the room. "Alright. Now that everyone is caught up—back to training."
And just like that, the spell broke.
But as you walked back toward the mats, Tim caught your hand, squeezing gently. You looked up, meeting his gaze—warm, steady, and unapologetically devoted.
Because if there was one thing everyone knew now, it was that messing with you meant dealing with him.
eddie munson starts acting distant out of nowhere. turns out the idiot has been taking romantic advice from dustin and steve, and apparently step one was play hard to get. good thing you catch on fast, because eddie is terrible at pretending he doesn’t want you, and even worse at hiding that he always has.
🏷️ 2.3k — mutual pining so bad it’s concerning, jealous!eddie, reader is oblivious on purpose, dustin (and steve) give good advice for once, confessions full of word vomit + soft fluffy ending
request — [ by @sunnliqht ] love your superhero soirée ivy! ‹𝟹 can i have parker’s prompt patrol + eddie munson w/ “ugh, why would i be jealous? you can flirt with whoever you want. i don’t care.”
author's note — okay first time writing for eddie munson and i am feral. this man has ruined my life in the best way possible. huge thank you to brooke for the request, because now i’m fully in my eddie era and none of us are leaving. i think everyone can agree when i say that eddie is alive and well. requests are open. enjoy <3
Eddie Munson had really hit rock bottom in his life.
And not in the metal-song-playing, lightning-cracking kind of way he always imagined. No. His rock bottom was worse. It was taking romantic advice from a fourteen-year-old who got his romantic advice from Steve Harrington. That was how far he’d fallen.
But maybe rock bottom was what he needed to crack himself open, let some of the feelings piled up inside him spill out before they drowned him completely. So, as advised, he did what Dustin (and apparently Steve) told him to do and tried to play hard to get. With you. Which was basically impossible because you were the only person he had ever been easy for.
Which brought him to his current predicament — watching you work with Steve and Robin (mostly Steve) at Family Video. Dustin and Lucas were digging through the shelves while Eddie stood uselessly at the front of the store, pretending to browse a rack of staff-picked recommendations he couldn’t see because his gaze was glued to you.
You were leaning on the counter, chin on your hand, grinning up at Steve as he told you some long-winded retelling of his latest heroic teen-movie disaster moment.
He gestured wildly, knocking over a stack of return cards, and Robin groaned without looking up. You laughed. Loud and pretty. Eddie almost flinched at how the sound hit him.
It wasn’t like you were totally enamored with Steve. You weren’t leaning over the counter, you weren’t twirling your hair, and the second the bell rang when Eddie walked in you had immediately waved at him and the gremlins beside him.
You’d even raised your brows asking, "Want me to help you find something?"
The offer was right there on your lips before Dustin elbowed Eddie hard in the ribs and dragged him toward the horror aisle with Lucas tagging along.
Eddie hadn’t protested. He was trying to be hard to get. That meant not going to you, not claiming his usual spot against the counter beside you, not stealing a pen out of your pocket just to annoy you, not calling you sweetheart in front of everyone because he could. His body refused to move toward you, even though every instinct screamed that you were where he belonged.
From where he stood, half-hidden by the shelves, he watched Steve keep talking, watched you laugh again, head tipping back, your smile so easy it made his chest ache. Steve laughed too, bumping your shoulder with his.
He forced himself to look away, jaw clenched. Playing hard to get wasn’t supposed to feel like swallowing glass.
Dustin and Lucas were choosing between two nearly identical horror movies, whispering loudly to each other. They absolutely were not actually picking tapes. They were watching Eddie watching you. Waiting for this whole stupid plan to magically work.
He had survived bats from literal hell. He had survived the entire town hating him. But watching you laugh at someone else’s jokes while he pretended he didn’t care?
That might actually kill him. No, he couldn't wait anymore.
He hooked two fingers into Dustin’s jacket sleeve and yanked him out of the aisle hard enough that the kid stumbled into his side. Lucas looked up from the tapes, startled, but Eddie didn’t care. His eyes were still locked on the counter where you were, now leaning closer to Steve to see something he was pointing at in the register.
Jealousy crawled up Eddie’s spine.
“Hey, Henderson,” he muttered under his breath. “You sure Harrington isn’t in love with her or something? Would make sense why he gave me that torturous advice.”
Dustin scoffed immediately. “Are you kidding me? Steve? In love with her? Nope. Steve loves Nance. It’s sad actually. I’ve given up on him.”
Eddie blinked down at Dustin. “The. . . the reporter girl? The one with the eyes that could murder a man?”
“Yes,” Dustin answered flatly. “He’s been in a weird life-or-death pining spiral for like a year.”
Eddie opened his mouth, closed it, then frowned even deeper. “So he told me to act like I don’t care about the girl I like because he’s. . . emotionally stupid?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“You don’t see how that might be a problem?”
“Nope.”
Eddie stared at him, baffled.
“Listen, Steve doesn’t give sucky advice. Ever.”
Eddie snorted so sharply it sounded painful. “Henderson, the man gets rejected more often than the school janitor takes out the trash.”
“That’s because he keeps choosing girls he can’t have,” Dustin shot back. “Not because his strategies don’t work.”
Lucas chimed in reluctantly, eyes still on the tapes. “He’s not totally wrong. Steve actually knows what he’s doing with the whole. . . dating. . . thing.”
Eddie pointed toward you and Steve at the counter. “He knows what he’s doing? Look at him! He’s already in love with the way she organizes tapes!”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, man. That’s called friendship.”
“It’s called emotional intimacy and I don’t like it,” Eddie hissed.
“Dude,” Dustin said, grabbing him by both shoulders, eyes wide with older than his age confidence, “you play this right and she is going to be obsessed with you.”
Eddie swallowed hard. “She already was obsessed with me. Now she’s laughing at King Hair over there.”
“She laughed at you yesterday,” Dustin snapped. “In fact, she does that every day. Because she likes you.”
Eddie wanted to believe him. God, he wanted to. But the longer he watched you smile at Steve, the more something sharp twisted inside him.
Dustin tugged on his sleeve again, lowering his voice. “Look, man. If you want her to chase you, you have to stop orbiting her. Trust the process.”
Eddie breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. Trust the process. Trust the plan. Trust the child who didn’t understand taxes but apparently understood romance.
He watched as you tossed your head back laughing once more at something Steve said.
And then you looked over.
Your eyes found Eddie immediately. Your smile softened into something warmer. You lifted a hand and waved.
Eddie froze.
His heart was doing things medically inadvisable. He lifted his hand automatically to wave back before Dustin slapped it down.
“No!” Dustin whisper-yelled. “Hard. To. Get.”
Eddie grimaced, trying to school his expression into the neutral, vaguely mysterious cool-guy face Steve had demonstrated. It probably looked more like he was constipated.
You raised both eyebrows at his weird non-reaction, confusion slipping across your features for just a second before Robin pulled you away to help reshelve a pile of returns.
After a few minutes, Eddie saw you coming. You rounded the end of the aisle with that determined little stride you got when you were trying to figure someone out, and Eddie’s lungs stopped working. His eyes snapped to Dustin and Lucas in full panic.
They both gave him the most useless encouragement in the world—two enthusiastic thumbs up—and then immediately backed away.
You stopped right in front of him. “Hey. Is everything alright?”
Eddie straightened, trying to pull on the casual attitude he had practiced in the mirror. “Yes,” he said.
“You sure?” you asked, tilting your head. “Because you didn’t wave back just now.”
“Oh, yeah. . . I had a, uh. . . a fly on my hand.” He pointed vaguely at his wrist. “Henderson was just swatting it away.”
You blinked at him, totally not buying it. “Right. . . the fly.”
He nodded aggressively.
You let it go. “Well, did you get the movie you came in for?”
“The what?”
“The movie you came in for,” you repeated gently. “You know, the reason you’re here.”
“Oh,” he coughed, scratching the back of his neck. “That was just for Henderson and Sinclair. They were planning a horror movie night.”
You nodded slowly. Then silence settled between you.
The kind that made your stomach twist. Things had been weird between you lately. He’d been a little distant and it was not like he was fully pulling away, but just not orbiting you the way he used to. Conversations were shorter. His jokes didn’t land the same, mostly because he wasn’t really telling them.
You kicked the toe of your shoe softly against the carpet, trying to think of what to say next, but Eddie beat you to it.
“So you and Harrington have been spending a lot of time together.”
“Oh, Steve?” you asked, taken aback. “Yeah, you know we work together, silly.”
Eddie muttered something under his breath, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
You took him in and suddenly it clicked.
“Are you jealous?”
His head snapped toward you defensively, cheeks already blooming red. “Ugh, why would I be jealous? You can flirt with whoever you want. I don’t care.”
You stared at him. “Who said anything about flirting? You didn’t think that was flirting, did you?”
Eddie scoffed, scoffed again, then nodded with false confidence. “Of course I know what flirting is.”
“Are you sure?” you asked.
He blinked, narrowing his eyes in offense. “Yes, I’m sure.”
You leaned in slightly, just enough to make his breath hitch. “Then why don’t you show me?”
Eddie froze.
“Huh?” he managed, voice cracking.
You met his eyes confidently because you were done with him pretending he didn’t want you. “If you know what flirting is,” you said softly, “show me.”
Eddie stood there, mouth opening and closing with absolutely no data processing happening behind his eyes. If an error message could appear on a human face, it would’ve been on his.
You waited, arms loosely crossed.
He cleared his throat, trying to remember every suave line he’d ever used in his life. Normally he could flirt with you without thinking. But now that you were asking for it? His brain emptied like someone had flipped a switch.
“So,” he started, leaning one elbow on a display shelf in what he hoped looked smooth. The shelf wobbled dangerously. “Uh. . . you come here often?”
You stared. “I work here.”
Eddie swallowed. “Right. So. That’s. . . that’s a yes.”
He tried again, standing up straighter, trying to channel his usual cocky grin. “You’re, uh. . . pretty. I mean, not pretty. I mean. . . you are pretty. Obviously. You’re so pretty it’s like. . .”
His hands waved helplessly in the air as if the right word might land on them.
“You know, sweetheart,” His voice cracked halfway through the word. “I’m. . . available. Like very available. Like, aggressively available.”
You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. Not because you wanted to make fun of him but because this was the worst flirting Eddie Munson had ever done. It was almost endearing how hard he was trying to act like he didn’t care while caring more than anyone ever had.
“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” he confessed, eyes finally lifting to meet yours. “I. . . look, Dustin said I should play hard to get. And Steve backed him up. And they both looked very sure of themselves, which is stupid now that I say it out loud.”
Your eyebrows lifted. “Play hard to get? With me?”
“Yes! Which is insane, because I am very easy to get with you. If you asked me to jump, I’d already be in the air.”
He took a shaky breath, words tumbling out before he could stop them.
“Anyways, they said it because apparently girls don’t like guys who are obsessed with them too fast. And I was trying but it’s like trying to pretend I don’t need oxygen around you. I thought if I didn’t talk to you as much, if I acted like I didn’t care, you’d chase me. Instead I just got to watch you laugh with somebody else and it felt like my ribs were being pried open.”
Your heart cracked right open.
He kept going. “I wasn’t flirting just now because I didn’t want to flirt. I couldn’t because I’m so crazy about you it breaks my brain. I don’t know how to flirt with you when you’re staring at me like that. I don’t know how to pretend with you. Not about anything.”
You stepped closer giving him every chance to retreat. He didn’t. If anything, he leaned in.
“So you weren’t jealous because you thought Steve and I were flirting?” you asked softly.
“Yes, obviously I was jealous!” he hissed like he couldn’t believe you even needed the clarification. “I’m jealous of the air you breathe. It’s disgusting.”
You smiled, warmth blooming deep in your chest. “You didn’t need to play hard to get.”
He nodded miserably. “I know.”
“You didn’t need to pretend you didn’t want me.”
“I know.”
“You could’ve just told me.”
His voice dropped to a whisper. “I was scared.”
You reached forward slowly and took his hand, threading your fingers together like you’d done it your whole life. Eddie sucked in a breath like you were electricity.
“Why would you listen to them?” you whispered.
He swallowed hard. His voice was small when he answered.
“Because I like you too much. And I didn’t want to mess it up by. . . liking you too much.”
You squeezed his hand. “You didn’t mess anything up.”
Eddie’s face split into the kind of smile that could’ve powered the town if someone hooked him up to a generator.
“So. . . ” he said, “does that mean I can stop playing hard to get?”
“You never played it well to begin with.”
“Thank god,” he exhaled. “It was killing me.”
You tugged him closer by his hand.
“Now,” you teased, “you wanna try that flirting thing again?”
Eddie leaned in confident, the way he always was with you.
“Oh sweetheart,” he murmured, “now that I don’t have to hide anything? I’ll show you flirting.”
And when he kissed you, it wasn’t hard to get. It was everything he’d been dying to give you all along.
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riding CLARK KENT would be an absolute trip. he’s just so big, your hips hurt from being so spread out for him.
truth be told, you were more excited than nervous when he asked you to get on top. he’s always so afraid to fit his full cock inside you, always settling for halfway, worried you might break if he fucks you with his full strength.
now, with his leaking tip aching against your cervix, you can get a full sense of his size.
and god, is he massive.
your thighs shake on either side of his hips, chills racking your frame as your hole throbs around him, stretching around his length.
he pulls one arm out from under his head to rest a supporting hand on your hip, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your tan lines. he juts out his bottom lip pitifully as you begin to rock back and forth. he’s always been self conscious about his size, he can’t help but feel sorry for you.
you were eager to start bouncing when you first started to sink down on him, but now he’s so deep you can hardly breathe. clark urges you to go slow, to take your time, and most importantly to not hurt yourself.
“I can take it,” you pant, blinking away the tears from your eyes.
soft grunts slip past your lips as you grind on him, trying your best to stretch yourself out.
then, without warning, clark plants both his heels into the bed and thrusts up into you, hard. it rips a scream from your throat when you bounce up, eyes crossing when you land on his lap again, burying him to the hilt inside you and making your back arch.
“can you?” he taunts, raising an eyebrow at you.
you glare at him.
“that’s not fair,” you pout.
you try to collect yourself, but you can already feel your composure slipping away. you do your best to keep control, even trying to speed up the adjustment process some more by digging your knees into the mattress. you can only lift yourself a couple inches above him at a time, but it’s enough for some relief from the pressure between your hips. you told your head back and sigh pleasurably, setting a steady rhythm of shallow bounces.
but clark prefers to see you ruined.
he does it again.
“clark!” you cry out, body falling limp on top of him.
you bury your face in the crook of his neck and whimper. two hands come down to grip the fat of your hips, ready to fuck up into you again at any second. finally, you crack.
“please—just f-fuck me, please,”
gladly, he begins moving you up and down on his cock, setting an unforgiving pace that fills the room with the sound of skin slapping. in seconds, you’re dumb, helplessly drooling against his chest.
“look at you,” he grunts, “already gone stupid, huh? is it that good?”
you can’t even find the words to respond, eyes rolled back as soft uh, uh, uh’s fall from your slack jaw. he can’t help but smile at your whines.
synopsis: you were supposed to interview your boyfriend Superman, but he's so pent up from the fight that he has other things in mind
cw: established relationship, smut and no plot, unprotected p in v, needy!Clark, creampie
wc: 954
It was supposed to be a simple interview. Just you asking him some questions, pretending he’s only Superman and not Clark — not the love of your life.
Apparently, he had a different idea.
“Oh, honey, you’re so good,” he groans, his hands skimming over your sides as he lowers you onto his cock, his head falling back once you’re seated all the way on him.
The interview room is actually an empty office in a building he just kept from falling. He’s still all sweaty and grimy from the fight, and extremely pent up from it. You can tell by the way his hips buck up from the chair he’s in, as if he wants to bury himself even deeper in you.
You moan quietly, your eyes moving down to watch your pussy stretch to fit him. He always feels so big in you, no matter how many times you two hook up. He stretches your soft gummy walls to their limit and fills you to the brim. You’re surprised at the fact that you don’t break on his cock.
“I just really need this,” he murmurs, voice strained as he grabs you by the hips and makes you ride him. He does all the effort. He lifts you up with ease and brings you back down, his eyes focused on the way you slip on and off his cock, leaving a white ring of your slick around the base of him.
You grab onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin through the material of his suit, your lower lip trapped between your teeth.
Clark’s gaze moves up to your face, grunting when he sees the pleasure etched on your expression, and one of his hands goes to tug your lower lip free. “Don't do that, baby. You know I love hearing you scream my name.”
You squeal, eyes fluttering shut as he brings you all the way down on him and guides your hips to grind against his. The thick head of his cock kisses your cervix, making your cunt squeeze him tight.
He moans, stopping your movements as he gasps for breath. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come already.”
You giggle, then whine as you lift and lower yourself on him, riding him eagerly. He sits back a minute, watching as you move on his lap, looking absolutely perfect.
“You’re like a goddess,” he says suddenly, his eyes trained on your cunt, then trailing up your body. His hands move up from your hips to your waist, then higher to your chest, tugging your shirt along with his fingers. He pulls your bra down to cup your tits and brush his thumbs over your nipples. “You’re so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
He leans forward, kissing your cleavage before licking at the swell of your breast and moving down to take your nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it, his hand giving your other nipple attention, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers.
You mewl, tightening around him again, and Clark groans lowly, moving his mouth to your other nipple. His hand slips down, between your bodies and finds your clit, drawing little circles on it. Your hips stutter, strength faltering as heat grows in your womb. “Clark, oh, God,” you whine, gasping for breath.
He smiles a little sideways grin and detaches his mouth from your nipple to look up at you. “I love hearing you say my name,” he tells you, his hands grabbing your hips and taking over again, leading you to ride him faster.
He leans in and kisses your lips, his mouth hot and eager against yours, his breathing heavy. He swallows down the sweet sounds you make each time his cock fills you again.
He pulls away, brushing his nose against yours, and murmurs, “I want you to touch your clit for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you let me watch you touch yourself?”
How could you possibly say no to him, especially when he gives you those big blue puppy eyes?
Your hand moves down to play with the needy nub, rubbing it in messy circles as he helps you lift and fall on his cock. The combined sensations make the coil low in your belly grow tight and hot until it’s searing. It’s not long before you’re squealing his name, your thighs shaking as your climax approaches quickly.
“I know. Come for me, honey. God, you have no idea how bad I need to feel you come on my cock,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss and nibble at your neck, leaving behind a trail of evidence that you’re his.
Your orgasm builds in your womb, like a balloon full of hot air, until it bursts and sends pleasure surging through your veins. You cry out his name, whining, your pussy clamping down on his cock hard enough that it provokes his own release.
“Fuck! Oh, honey,” he moans, his hands gripping your hips hard, his eyes shut tight as he comes in you. He grinds you against him as he spends his cum in your warm pussy, feeling your inner walls pulsing around him. “Oh, God. You’re exactly what I needed,” he murmurs.
Once he comes down from his high, he kisses his way up your throat, until his lips find yours and he gives you a tender kiss. When he pulls away, a little grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ll give you that interview now,” he says, pecking the tip of your nose. “So long as you keep this bit off the record.”
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"-and don't let them stay up past seven-" Dean orders into the phone, trying to sound stern, "-they'll say they're not tired but you can't listen to them- no not even fifteen-" There's a pause. He slowly brings the phone down, eyes going wide as he looks at you, "He hung up on me!"
"Probably because that's your third call in an hour." You try to hold back a laugh at your husband's expression.
"I'm gonna phone him back-"
"Baby-" you finally stand up, walking over to him, "-Stop calling. Sam's got this, he's good with the kids, you know that. The whole point of this weekend was for us to relax and you're more tense than when we left!"
"I'm fine! I just need to tell him-"
"Stop-" You lean up to kiss him, pressing your lips against his lightly to stop him talking, "-I got you a present."
He quirks an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.
You lean down to your bag, opening it up and pulling out a small ziplock bag, one pre-rolled joint inside.
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"Jesus look at you-" His fingers are curled around your waist, pupils blown and mouth hung open in a half groan, absolutely enamored.
"De- baby- fuck-" you can't say anything else, your thighs burning as you ride him, his cock filling you on every hard thrust of his hips up into you.
"Y'so goddamn gorgeous-" he hums, smiling without realizing it, "Have your eyes always been this bright?"
"You're so high-" you giggle, running your hands down his chest.
"You're high- I'm just in love-"
The sound of Dean's ringtone cuts through your conversation. He lifts it, Sam's face lighting up the screen. You know you both have the same feeling- that small twinge of worry that it's an emergency. Dean picks it up, holding it to his ear.
"The kids okay?"
There's a small pause, then he gives you a nod to continue, everything obviously fine. You move slowly, letting him fill you as you stretch out above him.
"Yeah, yeah if they want ice-cream give them ice-cream-" he hums, rubbing his thumb against your waist, "-Yeah they can watch that, it's not that violent-" he looks up at you, a dazed expression of awe spread across his face, "-Yeah they can stay up 'til nine, why not!" He nods slowly, then pulls his phone away from his ear, "He wants to talk to you."
You take the phone out of his hand, holding it up as you continue to grind your hips, "Hey Sammy-"
"Who the hell is that and what have you done with my brother."
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synopsis: after a week apart, you and johnny try to keep it together over dinner. he swears he can wait until you get home. he’s wrong.
You hadn’t seen Johnny in a week.
Seven days of missed plans, late-night texts that turned filthy halfway through, and voice notes you’d had to play with your phone pressed against your ear in case someone overheard. He’d been busy — too busy — and you’d been sitting with that ache in your chest and lower, wound tighter every day until you swore you’d burst.
Tonight was supposed to be civilized. Dinner. Talking. A slow easing back into each other after the chaos of the past week. You even told yourself you’d behave.
But then you decided not to wear underwear.
He noticed the second you opened the door.
Johnny stood there with that grin — the one that always got him in trouble — leaning against the frame like he had all night. His eyes swept down you, slow and deliberate, pausing at the hem of your dress. You didn’t have to say anything; the flicker in his expression told you he knew.
“You’re—” he started, then stopped, running a hand over his jaw. “Dinner first.”
You smiled, letting him think he’d made that choice.
Dinner was… tense. Not the awkward kind. The kind where the air feels heavier every time he looks at you. He was trying — he really was. He asked about your week, told you about a mission gone sideways, even made you laugh so hard the couple at the next table gave you a look. But between all that, there were cracks in his composure.
Like the way his gaze kept flicking to where your dress rode up on your thighs, his jaw tightening before he dragged his eyes back to your face. Or the way he shifted in his seat when you leaned forward, your elbow on the table, your mouth brushing the rim of your wine glass. Sometimes he’d pause before answering you, like he’d lost the thread of the conversation completely, his focus somewhere lower.
And the touches — God, the touches. They were nothing, technically. A hand at the small of your back when you slid into the booth. His knee brushing yours under the table. His fingers catching yours when you passed him the bread basket, holding on half a second too long. But each one sent a little current through you, pooling heat low in your stomach.
When you excused yourself to the restroom, his eyes followed you the whole way. And when you came back, sliding into the booth, you caught the way his hand flexed against his thigh like he had to stop himself from reaching for you.
“You good?” you asked, all innocence.
His mouth curved, but his voice was a little strained. “Peachy.”
You let your knee drift against his under the table, pretending to study the menu for dessert. He shifted again. You could feel the restraint rolling off him in waves — that same cocky, quick-witted Johnny Storm holding himself on a short leash. It was delicious.
The check came, and before you could reach for it, he’d already handed over his card. He was on his feet before the server even returned, his hand hovering at your back like he needed to steer you out of the restaurant before something snapped.
The second you were inside your place, it did.
You didn’t even make it three steps before Johnny’s mouth was on yours — hot, hard, all teeth and hunger. He pressed you back against the wall, his hands sliding up under your dress instantly, confirming what he’d already suspected.
“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice rough, “you weren’t kidding.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you teased.
“You didn’t have to.”
And then he was dropping to his knees.
It happened so fast your back hit the wall harder than you meant, your hands clutching his shoulders as he pushed your dress up around your waist. One leg hooked over his shoulder, and then his mouth was on you — hot and wet and perfect. He groaned at the taste like it had been months instead of days, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.
He started slow, almost lazy, letting his tongue drag over you in long, deliberate strokes that had your head tipping back. You tightened your grip in his hair, tugging when he sucked on your clit just right. He didn’t stop, didn’t speed up — just kept you on that razor edge, pulling back only to breathe against you.
“Been thinking about this all night,” he murmured, lips brushing you as he spoke. “All week.”
Your hips rolled against his mouth without permission, chasing the pressure. He responded instantly, his thumb joining his mouth, and the combination had your knees shaking.
“Johnny—” you gasped.
“Yeah, baby?” His eyes were glazed when he glanced up at you, his mouth shiny.
“Don’t stop.”
That filthy little smirk appeared before he dove back in, harder now, his pace quickening until the pleasure coiled sharp and tight in your stomach. It broke fast — your back arching, a strangled sound tearing from your throat as you came. He kept going through it, only easing up when you whimpered.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he stood, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Your turn.”
He shed his clothes in quick, efficient motions — jacket, shirt, jeans — and dropped onto the couch, legs spread. You knelt between them, taking him in your hand, relishing the way his breath stuttered when you leaned forward to lick a slow stripe up the length of him.
“God, I missed your mouth,” he groaned.
You took him in as deep as you could, setting a rhythm that had his head tipping back against the cushions. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding like he couldn’t stand not touching you. Every groan, every stutter in his breathing spurred you on, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue until his thighs tensed.
“Baby—” his voice cracked, “—if you keep that up…”
You pulled back with a wicked smile. “Guess you’d better fuck me before you fall apart, then.”
He laughed, breathless, and tugged you into his lap. The kiss was messy, all teeth and need, his hands guiding you over him until he was pushing inside. The stretch had you gasping, clinging to his shoulders.
“Fuck—” his forehead dropped to your neck, his voice wrecked. “You feel even better than I remembered.”
You moved slow at first, savoring it, but it didn’t last. His restraint was gone, replaced with hard, deep thrusts that had you moaning into his mouth. His hand slid between you, his thumb circling your clit, and the pleasure hit you like a wave.
“Come with me,” he murmured.
You did — hard, your nails digging into his skin, his own release following seconds later. You stayed tangled together, breathing each other in, your dress still hitched high around your waist.
You stayed in his lap for a while, catching your breath, your head resting on his shoulder. His hands traced lazy patterns over your thighs, his breathing slowly evening out.
But then he shifted under you — just enough for you to feel him twitch against your still-sensitive body.
“Johnny…” you warned, though it didn’t sound much like a warning.
He leaned back to look at you, a smug little grin spreading across his face. “What? You think I’m done?”
You rolled your eyes, but your pulse kicked up anyway. “You literally just—”
“Yeah,” he cut in, his hands sliding up your bare thighs to grip your hips, “and you’re still sitting here like this. What did you expect was gonna happen?”
Before you could answer, he kissed you — messy and deep, his tongue sliding against yours, his fingers already curling around the back of your neck to keep you there. You could feel him growing harder again beneath you, the heat of him pressing into you through nothing but your own warmth.
He shifted you, laying you back on the couch cushions, and crawled over you without breaking the kiss. “I missed you too much to stop at one,” he murmured against your mouth.
His hands slid up under your dress again, but this time he didn’t tease. He dragged his fingers through you, groaning when he felt how wet you still were. “God, baby… you’re so ready for me.”
Your reply was cut off when he pushed inside again — and it was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the fullness, the sharp spike of sensitivity from already being wrecked once. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your legs locking around his waist instinctively.
Johnny cursed low in your ear. “Still so fucking tight… I could lose my mind.”
He didn’t bother with a slow build this time. His thrusts were fast, deep, messy — the kind of rhythm that made the couch creak beneath you. His mouth was everywhere: kissing your neck, biting your shoulder, dragging over your collarbone.
You were a tangle of moans and half-formed words, the overstimulation pushing you high almost instantly. He must’ve felt it because his thumb found your clit again, circling with just the right pressure.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, his voice low and wrecked. “Do it again for me. Want to feel you.”
You shattered around him, the climax pulling a loud, unrestrained moan from your throat. He groaned, hips stuttering before he pressed deep, spilling into you with a ragged sound.
Neither of you moved for a long moment, both of you catching your breath. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he couldn’t let go.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to kiss you again — softer this time, but still lingering. “Now,” he murmured, “we can go to the bedroom.”
You laughed, breathless. “If we make it there.”
He grinned against your lips. “Not making any promises.”
You woke to the sunlight spilling across the sheets — warm, lazy, slow.
At first, you thought you were alone. Then you felt it: a heavy arm draped across your waist, the slow, even rise and fall of Johnny’s chest against your back, and the faint tickle of his breath in your hair.
You turned your head slightly, just enough to see him. His hair was a mess, face buried half in the pillow, lips parted in the kind of sleep only pure exhaustion — and maybe a few orgasms — could bring.
You should’ve let him sleep. You really should have.
Instead, you shifted in his arms, just to see what would happen.
He groaned low, the sound vibrating against your spine, and pulled you closer. “Don’t,” he muttered, voice rough from sleep, “unless you’re ready to start something.”
You smiled to yourself. “It’s barely morning.”
“Exactly,” he mumbled, finally cracking one eye open. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Plenty of time.”
His hand slid from your waist to your hip, fingertips brushing bare skin — because at some point during the night, the dress had vanished, and neither of you had bothered replacing it with anything else.
“You’re insatiable,” you said, though you didn’t stop him.
“And you’re irresistible,” he shot back without missing a beat. “So really, whose fault is it?”
You rolled onto your back, and he shifted with you, bracing himself on an elbow to hover above. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his eyes still heavy with sleep, but the look he gave you was warm — softer than anything from the night before.
“Missed this,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your temple.
“It’s only been a week,” you teased.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning down to kiss you properly this time — slow, lingering, the kind that made your chest ache — “and it’s not happening again.”
You let him kiss you until you were both smiling against each other’s mouths, the morning stretching out ahead like something you could take your time with. No rush. No restaurant. No pretending not to want each other.
When he finally pulled back, it was only to say, “So… breakfast, or round three?”
You laughed, tugging him back down. “You already know the answer.”
description: sue announces her pregnancy. johnny is elated for his big sister. but it makes you feel some type of way when you know he wants kids of his own. something you're not very sure you want.
warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no spoilers for f4 really, no use of y/n, reader is 18+, established relationship, basically pwp, talks of use of birth control, reader is afraid of being pregnant, johnny is a menace, johnny the Dom, sub!reader, uses of "daddy" and "momma", heavy on the breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism, creampie, no real aftercare lol
authors note: hey..... this came to me before i even watched the movie. i watched that one clip and was like yeah.... i'm horny. anyway. saw the movie, loved it and needed to write more for this doofus. also coming up with the title made me giggle. if you get it, lemme know. hope y'all enjoy!
how to help palestine ~ dividers by @saradika-graphics
Johnny knew how to get under your skin. He loved it.
You and Ben had just completed dinner, working for over an hour on perfecting his famous red sauce. Johnny had been bothering you two the entire time, pestering you specifically on how much longer it would be.
“We have dinner at the same time every night, Johnny,” You bite as you butter the bread. He did not let up, asking you to elaborate. He loved seeing your face get red and your lips opening up to let out a long sigh.
Once everything was plated and the table was set, you sat down at the table. You turn everyone’s forks and knives the right way as Ben sprinkles some more Italian seasoning over the pasta.
Johnny slams down in the chair next to you, a big box of Lucky Charms in his grip. Ben immediately takes note of it before you can even say anything.
“What are you doing?” He asks Johnny, his voice sort of small with a slight offense to it.
Johnny takes a handful of the cereal and dumps it in his mouth. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”
You peer at him, annoyed, already on edge with him today. He had been extra irritating today after you rejected his morning advances. You swore the man needed you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“You are going to ruin your appetite,” You say, grabbing the box from him. His bright blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he dumped the rest of the handful he had into his mouth.
“‘M hungry, baby.”
You grit your teeth, ignoring the question Ben had posed about Sue and Reed being late to dinner. Everyone always arrived before the set time, and by the looks of it, they were about 5 minutes late. You check your small watch front, humming a response. You hear some footsteps from across the living room, and see the two of them looking like they just got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.
“You’re late,” Johnny shouts to them, dusting his hands off over his clean plate. You grit your teeth. Why was he like this?
Reed and Sue stop dead in their tracks.
“What, uh, what do you mean?” Sue poses, slowly walking forward to her usual spot at the table. Johnny rolls his eyes again, and you silently plot how you could get away to stab him with your fork.
“What do you mean, what do I mean? You’re late for dinner,” Johnny explains, pulling his napkin into his lap, just like you taught him. Took him years to figure out how to prevent so many stains on his clothing until you came around and completely changed his entire world.
Sue and Reed go into an elaborate explanation as to why they took so long, but you sensed a shift. Reed never had a good poker face, his big brown eyes giving him away immediately.
Ben noticed, too, because he shot you a look.
“Why are you being weird?” Johnny asks, noticing their behavior to be rather off.
They go into more word vomit, and you cannot help but let a smirk spread across your face.
Ben quips up, “Are you pregnant?”
Sue’s face instantly shifts into a smile as she lets out some air from her nose, “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”
She and Ben stand up together, hugging one another in celebration. Reed gets up as well to join in on the embraces after he rattles off some weird and awkward gestures towards a flabbergasted Johnny. You shift out of your chair, grabbing him for a hug, whispering excited congratulations.
Johnny is sitting there completely astonished. “What? Really?”
You all look to him, still seated at the table. Sue nods, giving him a confident ‘yeah’. And then the celebration gets even bigger, with Johnny slamming his hands on the table. You are still half hugging Reed, slowly pulling away, watching Johnny lift his sister in the air, and telling her how great of a mother she would be. When he grabs Reed, he tells him how he’s going to be out of his depth. He’s always one to pull something mean out of the depths of his mind to lay into Reed. You pat Reed’s shoulder, whispering to him to ignore his jab.
You hug Sue and tell her congratulations. She gives you a squeeze, thanking you. Johnny grabs onto Ben as you pull away, “We are going to be the best uncles ever!”
You giggle, enjoying the excited look on Johnny’s face. He may be more thrilled than anyone else here.
-
After Johnny got his powers, you two decided it was probably best not to have children. With every scientist you know telling you it would be fine to have a mutant’s baby, you were still unsure. Even Reed had brought up the possibility, and that’s why he and Sue had given up on it for a while.
You did not know that they never really wanted to give up trying.
But you had done some semi-permanent things to ensure you would not get pregnant by your needy, insatiable boyfriend. Birth control. A small little pill you would take every morning with some orange juice and toast.
It had worked for the year that you two had been together, and you were confident that you would not have to carry his child until you knew 100% what you wanted to do.
But now a baby would be directly in your lives, and you had heard what baby fever can do to people. You were still sure you did not want a child, but the way Johnny is just blissful on the idea of having a nephew, you knew he would bring it up again.
And you were right. Seeing his sister and brother-in-law beaming over the prospect of their future child made him envious. He always wanted a little Johnny, a little you, but he understood your hesitancy. He respected it, of course, but there was now a nagging voice in his head that said if he didn’t do it now, it would never happen.
Dinner is finished in less than an hour, and you and Johnny take up the responsibility of cleaning up with H.E.R.B.I.E. Mainly, it was you cleaning off the table and stacking dishes while the robot did the rest. You still liked to busy yourself with tasks, making yourself seem useful to the team due to your lack of superhero abilities. You were essentially just their publicist and managed their daily lives at home while they went off to save the world.
You begin to wipe up the dinner table. Johnny creeps behind you, his hands shifting over your waist. He loved seeing you doing domestic activities. You were so pretty in your blue half-sleeved top, tucked into some high-waisted black trousers.
“You do not need to be cleaning, beautiful,” He hums into your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.
“Let me finish what I’m doing,” You demand, scrubbing off some sauce he had spilled off his plate. By the way his warm hands rested where your shirt rode up slightly, you knew what he was trying to do.
He could sense some tension off of you, but refused to move away from you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” You lie, your mind still settling with the exciting news, “I am just tired, is all.”
“I think you’re lying, sweet cheeks.” He pulls your hips closer to him, his back against your shoulder blades, “Tell me what’s on your mind, hm?”
You could not lie much longer, “I’m more worried about what’s on your mind.”
He halts any more movements, using his grip on your hips to turn you around. He was not expecting such a response. You knew he would never pressure you to do something you did not want to do. So you must be referring to something else. “What do you mean?”
You shrug, your eyes shifting towards the floor over his shoulder before reluctantly returning to his piercing gaze, “You seem excited about the baby.”
He furrows his brows. You always thought he was always so painfully clueless when it mattered most. But the truth was, he did not understand why your response would be so bitter about his excitement.
His head shifts down towards you, “Of course, I am. I know how much Sue wanted it.”
You groan, throwing your head back. “Yeah, I know.”
You were starting to feel a bit dumb and dramatic about the whole thing. At the end of the day, you are excited for them. You like children for the most part, and it will keep the public off you and Johnny’s ass for 9 months. They won’t bother you about the timeline of your future child. Truthfully, you just hated the questions. There is almost a demand to produce the next generation of the Fantastic Four.
“Then what’s the big deal, beautiful? Why are you being weird about it?” His hands press into your hips in a possessive and needy way. You brush those thoughts off, knowing Johnny is doing it without even thinking twice.
But then the look he gave you during dinner started to enter your mind.
The longing.
“'Cause it’s only a matter of time before you start asking again.”
His hands still, “Asking for what? A baby?”
You slap his shoulders in frustration, “Yes!”
H.E.R.B.I.E takes his leave, knowing this could get heated quickly. He beeps his goodbye, heading down the hallway to the charging port that is set up for him. You grit your teeth, looking at Johnny’s silly expression, watching the robot roll away.
Johnny cannot help but play oblivious, now. After you clarified for him, his mind was now plotting the ways he could sidetrack the conversation. He knew exactly what you were saying, but it’s so much sweeter when you lay it all out for him, your bubbling frustration only gets him off. And you knew that, which only annoyed you more. You usually fought spelling it out for him, but with a conversation like this, you wanted to be explicitly clear.
He sighs, shaking his head dramatically. “Of course I want a family with you, baby.”
“Well, we can’t. Not right now.”
Johnny smiles knowingly, slowly slipping into that cheeky smirk he gives you when he lets you win an argument. “Well, yeah, I know that.”
“Okay, good.”
Hands slip down your hips, reaching back to your rear and palming the flesh, “I would never put that responsibility on you. You know that?”
He drags out his fondling, his fingers rubbing closer and closer to your crack. His hands are wandering to places he only touched you in private. You want to smack him away, but he feels so good, you refuse to bother to reprimand him.
“Yes, I know,” You squeak, your hands now wrapping around the nape of his neck to almost pull him closer. After rejecting him this morning, you spent most of the day regretting not lazing in bed with him until noon. That option was always on the table, but today you were adamant about getting work done. What an idiot you were.
“Good…”
His head dips down to trail kisses on your jaw, down to your pulse point on your neck. Your fingers rake through his blond locks, holding his face close to you. His hands do not stop moving, tracing the line where your ass meets the top of your thighs.
“You know what, though?” He ponders, his lips cresting the edge of your ear. He returns you to your previous position with a quick pull of your hips. Your ass is now pressed against him as your front half is practically folded over the white countertop. “It’s not stoppin’ me from acting like I can put one in you.”
“Johnny,” you warn, eyes fluttering close at the thought.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss right below your ear on your already sensitive neck, “Come on, baby. We can do it in a hypothetical sense.”
You breathe out a long sigh, knowing this was a terrible idea. You give Johnny an inch and he runs a mile. Even pretending he could get you pregnant felt like manifesting it. “Why, though?”
“Cause it’s hot to imagine,” He states, his hands traveling slowly between your thighs. You can feel him growing in his pants with the way his hips are practically melted into your backside, “Just thinking about fucking you full until you are dripping and full of my seed.”
“Johnny, please.”
“Oh, now you’re begging for it?” His hands warm up, like a reflex to get the truth out of you. Fingers spreading over your lower tummy as he lifts your top. You cannot stop the moans that leave your lips.
“No,” you try to say with an ounce of confidence. He just giggles, his teeth starting to toy with your earlobe.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His hand dips under your pants, not even bothering with the button. “I’ll give you that baby I want so badly.”
His words are so filthy. They always were. But these ones held an odd amount of weight.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, feeling his fingers go past your panties and seeking out your soaked slit. Once his fingers slide between your lips, a choked-out gasp leaves his lips. His words were enough to get you this wet. It fuels his ego every time.
Your body jolts, hands finding a spot on the counter to grip onto. There’s nothing to grab onto, so you let Johnny take control.
“You would be so fucking beautiful pregnant, you know?” His fingers dip further into you, and you surrender, laying your upper body on the freezing marble. He fucks you slowly, dragging his fingers in and out of your wet center with precision, “God, I’m so fuckin’ hard imagining it. All round with my baby.”
His other hand pulls you upward, resting right where your womb is. You know how effective your birth control is, so you know his words are just words. But god, are those words making you a mess.
“Shit,” You gasp, practically out of breath as he toys with your hole, “I can actually see the appeal of these hypotheticals.”
“Yeah?” His nose bumps the shell of your ear, “You like imagining making me a daddy?”
“Jesus, Johnny,” You sigh, as his fingers pull out of you, the wetness of your core dragging up to your tummy. He finally pops the button on your pants and shoves them down around your ankles. Your pants were quite tight, so you decided a seamless thong would suit the outfit. Johnny thanks his lucky stars for your usually-dragging-morning-brain for being so brilliant.
“We are going to get caught-”
“Everyone is in bed,” He replies quickly, not letting you finish your thought. He’s already shoving his pants down with one hand still resting on your body. “Just let me do what you deprived me of this morning.”
“Deprived you?” you quip, turning to face him. He does not take kindly to your movement, grabbing your hips and pressing them into the edge of the counter again.
You hated to admit that you loved it when he dominated you in this way. He was such a playful presence in day-to-day life, but when the switch flipped inside him, you were like sand between his fingers.
His palm comes down, slapping your ass. “Behave.”
You bite your lip and nod, smiling at his actions.
“You would be such a good momma, you know?” He ponders, his right hand reaching down between you two. You feel his tip swipe against the skin of your asscheek, his precum trickling slowly down your flesh. His words send your brain into a tizzy. You wiggle in his grip, wanting him to sink into you already. “I’d get to see your tits even more than usual.”
You stop your movements, peering over your shoulder at him. The statement is almost so comically funny that you cannot take it seriously. “How does that even correlate?”
His face is deadly serious before that familiar grin creeps across his lips. He moves your thong out of his way, rubbing his cock between your sopping pussy lips, “Gotta feed the kid somehow.”
You close your eyes, letting out a depraved sigh. You can feel the smile on his face as he sinks into you, his length taking up every inch of your pussy. You squeeze him briefly, trying to adjust to his size.
“So tight. Relax a bit, honey.”
Johnny is always warm, so in turn, so are you. Especially when you fuck. The moment his hips shift inside you and he drags his cock in and out of you, you break a sweat. Even the coldness of the counter could not cool you down as his body hangs over you and completely overtakes your space.
Johnny may be hot, but your cunt was even warmer. It was like his own personal drug. He would spend the rest of his days buried inside you, listening to your desperate whimpers as his hips snapped into you.
“Faster,” You urge, wanting to feel that familiar build-up in your tummy grow. He presses one hand into your waist, the other holding that spot that he’s now hyper-focused on.
He speeds up his motions, his waist slapping against the fat of your ass, “Greedy momma, huh? You just want my babies so bad, huh?”
The pressure builds up only intensifies when the hand from your waist pushes your thong out of the way. His pointer and ring finger spread you wider as his middle finger swipes across your swollen clit. The mixture of meticulous work on your clit on top of the swiftness of his thrusts makes your ears ring.
You are being loud, and you both know it. Usually, soundproof bedroom walls protect your pretty sounds from being exposed to the rest of the family, but you are in the middle of the condo, bent over the kitchen counter.
Johnny takes the initiative to quiet you by slapping his hand over your mouth, leaving a warm spot on your tummy. His other hand does not let up on your clit, chasing that familiar feeling of you spasming around his sensitive cock.
He jerks your head back, curling your back up into an arch, “I want you to cum for me, momma. I’m close, wanna feel you first. Then I’ll give you what we both want.”
Fingers speed up as his hips falter in speed a bit, but it’s still enough for you. Your eyes roll back the moment the burning spreads across your nerve endings. You moan into his hand, his name falling from your lips over and over. His hips go flush with your ass the moment his cock twitches, emptying every last drop deep inside you. His face is pressed into the side of yours, his words a jumble of “fuck” and “yes, take it all, baby”.
You stand there on wobbly legs as Johnny recovers and moves his hand away from your mouth. He kisses your cheek a couple of times before his hands go back to your lower tummy again.
“I’m in no rush,” He mumbles, drawing circles into your skin. You know exactly what he’s talking about, and hearing him reassure you again makes your heart grow a million sizes, “I'd rather have you all to myself anyway.”
The giggle that escapes your throat is clouded by some phlegm. You clear your throat, “I like that it’s just us. Especially right now.”
“I’m not ready to share you.”
He slips out of you as he says it, making it sound so casual. His cum literally drips down your thigh as he removes himself. “Sorry, honey.”
You run your fingers between your hips and thong to straighten it back out over your ass. When you slap it against your own skin, you hear Johnny chuckle at the obscenity. He bends down, grabbing the waistband of your pants, shimmying it up your leg, effectively wiping away the white liquid he left on your skin. To him, it’s a job well done. All clean!
To you, it means you have to ensure you run the pants through the laundry twice.
“Johnny-”
“Sorry,” He beams as you spin to scold him, “Again.”
There he is. Embedding himself so deep into your skin like a lovesick leech. You want to smack him for annoying you so quickly after getting you blissed out on his dick, but instead, you just grit your teeth and pinch his cheek.
“Daddy is going to sleep on the hard couch if he keeps it up.”
His eyes light up at your words, completely disregarding the latter half of the sentence.
“So you did like that little fake scenario I mocked up, huh?”
You shake your head, buttoning your pants. He is a menace and he knows it. “Oh, you read me so well, honey. You’re on fire tonight!”
You don’t mean it to have a double meaning, but of course it does with Johnny. The expression he makes is so painful to your pride that you scrunch your nose in disgust.
it starts when johnny sees you hold his nephew for the first time and all he can think about is how incredible life could be if you were holding his.
human torch! johnny storm x fem! reader
themes: fluff, fluff, fluff, talks of having children and marriage, obsessed johnny- if you would like a follow up, then find girl dad! johnny here!
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"well fuck me," johnny breathes as he blatantly stares across the room.
"hard pass," ben immediately replies, shovelling a forkful of steak into his mouth. he groans in delight at the taste, sending compliments to the cook mentally- himself, duh.
"yeah, hard because you're a fucking rock, pal," and at the insult, reed immediately shoots his brother in law a look of disapproval, not that johnny even bothers to notice. how could he, because across the room at approximately fifteen feet away stands you.
"well you're clearly not fucking this rock, pal," ben slides back, but johnny doesn't even have it in him to hit him right back because again, your entire existence has him haulted.
and you're fucking starstruck stunning as it is, that's not an unusual sight for johnny to stare at you, mouth open gaping at the woman who makes him feel as invincible as when he's flaming pure fire at impossible altitudes. but when there's a baby- his sister's beautiful baby boy, attached at your hip, boy johnny storm is a goner.
the baby gurgles and the noise must alarm you because he watches as your brows narrow dangerously low and close in concentration and you gently pat the infant's back, cooing words of adoration in their ear at a high pitch that sends johnny flying right back into outer space.
he sees you, a home forever, a little army of kids that share your kind eyes and johnny's blonde hair, maybe a fusion if your smiles- though he hopes they mainly take after you. he sees sunday mornings in bed, playdates with his little girls with matching tiaras and teacups, he sees movie night with four instead of two, he sees the whole damn world where you stand at the very centre of it.
"you're such a natural, look reed," sue calls her husband over with excitement. reed abandons his male counterparts and comes to her side immediately, as she leans into his hold and sighs out in relief, "she's a baby whisperer," sue whispers in awe, slight fear of ruining her child's rare moment of peace lingering in the air. the world spins lightly but johnny is still heaven struck in his spot opposite you.
"literally an angel, heaven sent above," reed commends and you flush under their praise. being liked by johnny's family was something you took so seriously and you took pride in the efforts its taken for you to feel like one of them. "you know, if you ever want to watch him, please do," reed asks slyly and sue elbows him in return, shooting you a look of apology then leaning in close and murmuring.
"no seriously, please do. lord knows i haven't had some time to even sleep lately," she rubs at her temples and you smile in understanding.
"if you guys ever need help, i'm here," you offer, "honestly, whenever, such a cute little guy, how could anyone ever say no?" you gush, tickling his nose and your lover arrives at your side in an instant.
"you better be talking about me," he scoffs but abandons his persona once he sets eyes on his nephew, coo'ing and booping his nose gently. he comes from behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle, mindful of the baby at your side and rests his head on your opposite shoulder.
"johnny boy has competition," ben teases and johnny flips him off away from the baby's line of view.
there's an overlap of johnny's confident "please, you think i can't take him?" and your high pitched baby voice tickling their soft skin with a "there's no competition, this little fella takes it all, don't you? aw" and johnny pulls back in feign outrage, gasping at your so obvious favouritism.
"what?" you smile at him and its enough to heat his blood and melt him to liquid jelly, he's momentarily stunned by your beauty that you bite back the growing laughter, "johnny?" and you wave your free hand in his face.
"mine next please," is all he mumbles, it's half coherent through his drooling mouth and fixed intensity on you that when you hand susan back her child and turn to your boyfriend you place your hands on his heart; searching for his soft thuddering chest and bringing him back to planet earth.
"what?" you stutter, and he has the gall to look confused.
"what?" he echoes.
"what do you mean what?" you press urgently, sure of what you're heard but maybe it's the delusion talking. it very much well could be-
"what do you mean what?"
"oh my god, john- do you know what you just said?" your heart pounds in your chest. each vessel begs for attention, for blood flow to your muscles, pumping all around you and it roars in your ears. you've talked about marriage, you've just about moved in together but kids? kids is a whole different ballpark.
"i want your children- or ours? they'd be ours right?" he asks and you let out a low breath.
"yes johnny, my love but," you pause, bringing your hands to his shoulders and grounding him. "children are little humans, they're not toys-"
"i'm not stupid," he rolls his eyes, "i know you'd look hot pregnant babe, and pregnant with my kid?" he exclaims excitedly and you stare at him. "honey, at some point we are going to have some right?" he meets your patient gaze, as your thoughts try to catch up and align with what you're hearing.
"you've never asked me!" you almost shout.
"i thought it was a given!" he returns, "do you not want my kids-"
"of course i do!" the words leave you quickly with a strong confidence to them, "you just don't mean right now right?" you double check. he sticks his tongue in his cheek in thought, tapping his feet to the ground and hums. its torturous and he does it just to rile you up as you wait patiently. he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear and you close your eyes, soaking in the nearness of him
"i mean if you want to leave early, go home, we could start putting in the work today," its a dangerous tease and when you start to think about it, he knows he has you trapped. you bite your lip and he watches how it drags between your teeth in slow motion and a glint of mischief shines in those beautiful blue eyes of his. he presses a soft touch of a kiss in the corner where your jaw meets your ear, then one lower and catches the bottom of your lobe between his teeth.
"johnny," you mumble, "your family are here," you warn.
"so we leave," he shrugs, "we make one of our own," and the words slip so easily from his lips.
"we're doing things in the wrong order," you break apart and face him. he scoffs,
"fuck the order- i'll marry you and make love to you tonight- two for the price of one," he nods determined and a laughter so loud and bright as the universe bubbles out of you and johnny's world slows to a stop.
"i'm serious sweetheart," he presses your forehead to yours, "i'm all fucking in, and we only do this if you want it," he swears.
"i do want this, but maybe not a child tonight johnny," you admit, "one day, just not today," and he hums in agreement.
"as long as i still get laid tonight," he grins cheekily and its your turn to elbow your lover. he grabs your elbow immediately, lifts you from the ground and twirls you around before wrapping you in a hug where he rests his head in the space above your shoulder- a perfect fit.
"they're good for each other," sue stares fondly at her brother and you, estatic that he's been able to find someone who grounds him, drives him insane and keeps him happy. it's all she's ever wanted; she found her reed and johnny had found you. reed kisses his wife's cheek and murmurs in agreement, family really is what you make it.
riya saying hi: ugh domesticated johnny storm sign me tf UP ‼️‼️‼️ working on a longer fic which i hopefully might get out in the next few days but other than that, i hope you like, hope you love ( i have still not seen the movie yet LOL but i am obsessed w joseph quinn so i feel like that makes up for it ) love u, have a great one wherever this finds you <3
“He’s been staring at you all fucking night.” Eddie groans, running his hand over his face for the fifth time at least.
You smirk at him as your eyes wander over to the guy in question. He was indeed staring, his blue eyes shining in the glow of the bonfire. He shoots a wink in your direction making you roll your eyes.
“Hargrove?” you giggle, your lighthearted tone making Eddie groan even louder.
“Yes, Hargrove. With his stupid muscles and his stupid tight jeans and his..”
“Eds.” you interrupt his rambling. His big brown eyes meet yours as you scoot even closer to him on the grass.
“Hm?”
“Not my type.” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips gently.
“No? What exactly is your type?” Eddie smiles, his perfect lips catching your attention.
“Mmm.. lanky, tatted, a little weird, a lot nerdy..”
“I’m not that nerdy..” he chuckles as his arm wraps around your waist. You snuggle in even closer smelling his cheap cologne along with his camel blues. Your favorite smell.
“Adorable, funny, big heart, even bigger di-”
“O-okay, alright sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, pulling you to the ground with him. You roll over, resting on your elbow.
“You, Eddie. It’s always gonna be you.” you hum, laying your head on his chest.
“I know baby, just wanted to hear you say it.” Eddie says softly, his strong arms pulling you in.
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A broken condom leads to the end of your life as you knew it.
Part 2
Warnings:
Smut (18+), oral (m and f receiving), p in v, fingering, pregnancy, threatened miscarriage, drug use (weed), shitty parents, Al Munson
Word Count: 19.2k
A/N:
I am literally the most impatient person in the world so here’s part 1 early! Part 2 will be out very soon, I’m locked in. Thank you @glassbxttless for my banner and for reading this ❤️
You loved waking up next to Eddie.
The soft rise and fall of his breathing, the wild way his hair would be splayed out across the pillow, his lips parted as he snored lightly, the peaceful look on his handsome face. Sometimes you would just watch him sleep. Other times you would trace his tattoos until he woke with a smile.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” he’d say, his voice still dripping with sleep.
“Good morning yourself,” you’d say back.
This was what it was like most mornings you woke up with Eddie. It wasn’t hard to sneak into his place at night. Your parents went to sleep at 9pm on the dot, all too easy to slip out your window and to your bike. You didn’t even have to sneak into Eddie’s, the front door was fine - Wayne worked nights, and you didn’t think he’d care either way. Wayne loved you.
There was nothing quite like sleeping in Eddie’s arms. It was your safe place. Warm and cozy, like being enveloped in pure love. It was no wonder you’d rather spend the night there than in your cold bed alone with parents who didn’t particularly like you anyway.
It was the alarm that woke you up this day. Fucking school day. The alarm clock blared bright and early at 5:30am - earlier than Eddie would usually get up, but it took you a bit longer to get ready.
You shut the alarm off so as not to wake Eddie up too much and sat up in bed with a big stretch and a yawn. Eddie grabbed onto your arm as you were climbing out of bed.
“Don’t go,” he mumbled, not even moving his face from where it was half buried in his pillow and covered by his disheveled hair.
“I gotta get ready, baby,” you told him. “We have school.”
“Fuck school,” he said, voice muffled.
You laughed. “Babe, we have to go.”
He shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I just wanna stay in bed with you all day.”
“I want that too,” you said, and god, you did. “But we can’t.”
Eddie groaned but relented, letting you get up. You slid off the bed, turning for one last look at him. He was sleeping on his belly, arms wrapped around his pillow. His head was turned to the side, but you couldn’t see any of his face for all the hair. The comforter rested just at his hips, and he was naked beneath it. You admired his body, his tattoos, the slightest glimpse of the curve of his ass before the blanket hid it away from your eyes. You have to force yourself to look away.
Naked yourself, you slip on one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of panties you’d packed for now. You yawned again as you walked out of Eddie’s room and down the hall to the bathroom. Wayne was asleep on the fold out bed in the living room, probably just now passed out from work. You started up the shower, the finicky faucet taking a few minutes to get to the right temperature.
When you were satisfied, you stripped again, sitting a towel on the side of the sink and then climbing into the hot water. You always kept some shower stuff at Eddie’s, god knows you were over at his place enough.
You closed your eyes under the torrent of water. At least the water pressure at the trailer was good. You were just about to start shampooing your hair when you felt a familiar pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, a head on your shoulder, kissing your neck.
You melted back into the embrace, a smile crossing your lips. You could feel him hard behind you, his kisses on your neck turning needier and sloppy, biting down every now and then. He always liked to mark you up.
“Need you,” he grumbled against your skin, fingers tightening on your body as if to prove his point.
You chuckled breathlessly. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?”
“Never enough,” he growled. “You know I can’t control myself when you’re in my house, taking showers, walking around like this. And all mine.”
You gasped when he spun you around, pressing your back against the shower wall and kissing you deeply, aggressively. You kissed him back just as eagerly, your fingers tangling in his wet hair. He lifted your leg, his tip pressing against your entrance, then- “Fuck. No condom.”
“Like at all?” you asked, furrowing your brows.
“We used our last ones last night. I need to buy more.” He groaned, forehead falling onto your shoulder. “Shit!”
“It’s okay,” you said, trailing a hand up his side. “I can still get you off?”
He leaned back to look at you. “Are you sure? You don’t have to. I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad,” you said, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as you sunk to your knees. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh shit,” Eddie whispered, cock twitching as he watched you get on your knees for him. The way you looked up at him from down there was…fuck, he’d never seen anything like it. No porno in the world could ever compare.
His hand slid through your hair as you opened your mouth for him, he tapped his cock on your tongue, rubbing the underside of it there, a low groan spilling unwillingly from his lips.
“We have to be quiet,” he said, “Wayne is right out there.”
“I think you should be telling yourself that, big boy,” you teased. You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked, and he lurched forward, free hand landing on the shower wall behind you.
He let out a low “Ahhhh”, a mix between a hiss and a moan as you took him further into your mouth. “That’s my girl.”
You moaned around him, deep throating his impressive length properly as he watched you in amazement, his eyes half lidded, lips parted. His hand caressed the side of your head as you pleasured him, like he was so appreciative but didn’t know the words to say, if there were any. Maybe the best thanks he could give you is just to enjoy it now - and bury himself between your thighs until he can’t breathe later. Maybe you’d sit on his face. He fucking loved that.
“Baby, baby,” he moaned in a near whisper, delicious groans spilling from his lips after. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”
You hummed around him, making his hips jerk into your mouth. You always knew exactly how to get him going, exactly what made him weak in the knees, what made him fall apart. And oh, was he falling apart above you.
His breathing turned to pants, his slender tattooed chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand tightened in your hair, thighs beginning to shake.
“Gonna cum,” he warned you in a whisper. “Fuck, I’m- don’t stop, I’m so close-“
You didn’t stop. You worked even harder, working for what he was about to give you, showing him how bad you wanted it - needed it. You bobbed your head on his cock quickly, tongue working the underside, and his expression looked pained.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Baby, baby, I-“
He threw his head back with a cry as it hit him, his dick pulsing as he shot his cum into your waiting mouth. He quickly looked back down, watching you take it, watching you swallow every drop of what he was giving you as he moaned, seemingly forgetting all about being quiet.
When you pulled off of him, he was leaning against the shower wall. He looked like a total vision like this, lean naked body against the wall, wet hair hanging down his shoulders, breathing heavily and dripping wet. You had the intense urge to lick every inch of his body.
“Fuckin’ incredible,” he finally said, pulling you to him again and kissing you. He didn’t care that there was still the slightest bit of him still on your tongue. He licked into your mouth anyway, tasting all of you, the mixture of the two of you. “I want to devour you, baby, please.”
“We don’t have time,” you said regrettably. “But later.” A wink.
Eddie smirked at you as you both continued with your shower, washing your hair and washing each other’s bodies. Eddie was hard again by the time the shower was over, but there was no time for more.
You stepped out with a towel around your body and one around your hair. Eddie grabbed one and wrapped it around his waist. God, he looked so hot like this.
“Let me help you,” you said. You grabbed the curl cream you had bought him and put some in your hands, rubbing the product through Eddie’s hair. The poor guy had no idea how to take care of his curls before you met him. His hair was always so frizzy, and one day you were just like - “You know it doesn’t have to be that way, right?”
Eddie closed his eyes and hummed as you did his hair. He had to admit, he absolutely loved when you did this. It was so relaxing. He had never had someone take care of his hair for him. He barely did it himself before you.
When he was taken care of, you did your own hair while Eddie brushed his teeth then shaved. You brushed your own teeth then applied your makeup while he splashed his familiar aftershave on his cheeks.
He pulled on his boxers and you snuck back to his room in your towel. You knew there was nothing to worry about, Wayne slept after work until the afternoon. You searched through your overnight bag, finding the skirt and top you planned to wear today.
Eddie couldn’t handle how put together you looked. His beautiful girl. He couldn’t believe you were his.
He pulled his jeans on with a Hellfire shirt and his denim jacket. “You know you can leave some clothes and stuff over here?”
“I already do,” you giggled, thinking of the multiple bras and underwear sets stuffed in his dresser, the curling iron you kept here, the shower stuff and self care.
“Yeah but…” He shrugged. “You could keep more. Keep a whole wardrobe here, I don’t care. You sleep here more than at your own house anyway.”
“Edward Munson,” you said, lightly slapping his chest with a smile. “Are you trying to get me to move in?”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he asked, sliding his arms around your waist.
“Baby,” you said, a slight giggle. “We’re still in high school.”
“Yeah, but we’re both adults, technically. I’m almost 20, you’re 18…”
“You still live with your uncle, and I don’t think there’s a world where my parents would allow it, Eddie.”
The mention of your parents soured the mood. Your parents sucked. They were mean, self centered snobs, and they hated Eddie. They never even seemed that crazy about you.
“Fuck your parents,” Eddie said, a sentiment he held often. “You’re a big girl.”
You shook your head, a smile playing at your lips. “Maybe after high school? I don’t want to intrude on Wayne either.”
“Wayne loves you.”
“He already has one freeloader,” you teased.
“Hey!” he said, mock offended. “I’ll have you know my dealing business brings in lots of money.”
The drug dealing was a sore subject. You hated that he did it, but he wasn’t willing to give it up. He made a lot of money from it, enough to help out Wayne and take you on dates and get things he wanted and needed. In his mind, it was a great gig. In your own, you saw visions of Eddie in handcuffs, Hopper carting him off to jail. You said nothing about it.
“We need to get going,” you said instead. “I don’t want to be late.”
Eddie looked at you for a moment. Finally he nodded, snatching his keys off the table. “Alright. Let’s go.”
You walked out to his van with your backpack slung over your shoulder. He opened the door for you like he always did, and you climbed in. The old van took a couple tries to start, but ultimately did.
“Need to get her checked out,” Eddie mumbled. “Could probably do it myself.”
Eddie was great with cars. And he loved them. He was the sole reason this van was still running at all, the amount of work he’d put into it was insane.
It didn’t take long to pull into the parking lot of Hawkins High. It was packed as always. You saw your best friend Robin by Steve Harrington’s car - Steve, who didn’t even go here anymore - and you smiled and waved back at her.
“Go see Robs,” Eddie encouraged as he killed the engine. “I’ve got to catch up with the guys about our campaign tonight.”
Fuck. The campaign.
“Should I get a ride home with Robin and Steve?”
“Maybe?” Eddie said sheepishly. “Or I can run you home before we start.”
“It’s fine,” you said, “I’ll catch a ride with them. You guys have fun. It’s the big one, right?”
“Yep,” Eddie said with pride. “The end of the campaign. These fuckers have no idea what I have in store for them.”
You laughed. “I’m sure it’s a sadistic as ever.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
You unbuckled your seatbelt, opening your door. “I’ll see you at lunch?”
“Of course, beautiful.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, a reminder of all you’d done together since last night and all the things you would do together next time you were alone.
You hopped out and met up with Robin as Eddie sauntered into the building. “Hey, Robs!”
“Hey!” She pulled you into a hug. “Are you ready for Mrs. O’Donnell’s test?”
You groaned. “No. I completely forgot.”
Her eyes widened. “Did you study?”
You blushed. “I was a little busy last night.”
“Busy?” She gave you a look. “Girl.”
“I know! I know.”
“There are more important things in life than fucking your boyfriend!”
“Well, now that’s debatable.”
Robin groaned, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the school. “You’re hopeless, you know that?” She turned back over her shoulder. “Bye, Steve!”
“Oh, can I get a ride home with you and Steve after school?” you asked. “Eddie has the end of his campaign, it’s going to take forever.”
“Yeah, of course. Steve won’t care. He’s like everybody’s chauffeur.”
—
You were home by yourself that night, snacking on popcorn in your pajamas - classic big t-shirt and short shorts combo. When the phone started to ring, you groaned.
“Hello?” you answered, resting the phone between your ear and shoulder.
“Baby,” the answer came from the other end, and you smiled, all irritation gone.
“Hey,” you said. “How was the campaign?”
“It was great!” he said enthusiastically. “The guys actually beat it. I can’t believe it. It was awesome.”
“I’m glad you had fun.” You popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth. “What’s up?”
Eddie’s voice dropped an octave. “Wayne left for work and I was just thinking about you…”
You smirked. “Yeah? Thinking about what?”
“Baby…” he said again, and you could practically picture him on his back in bed with the phone, shirtless, rubbing his hard bulge through his jeans. You could hear music playing over his speakers in the background. “Come over. Please.”
You felt a throbbing between your legs as you listened to his low, sultry voice, dripping with desire, all for you. Your hot boyfriend, desperate for you. Wanting nothing more than to be inside of you.
“I’ll be there in 15,” you said. You heard a low chuckle from the other end before you hung up, hurrying upstairs to slip some jeans on and grab your bag. You locked up downstairs, made it look like you were asleep in your room and locked it from inside, and slipped out the window.
The night air brushed your hair back as you rode your bike to Forest Hills. You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, your parents never approved of you spending so much time in a trailer park. It didn’t matter that you were much happier at Eddie’s than at home.
You rode the downhill momentum to Eddie’s trailer, parking it next to the front door. Eddie opened the door for you before you even reached it, a wide grin on his face. He was shirtless, low jeans exposing the V leading down below that you wanted to see more of.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted, stepping back and holding the door wide for you to walk in.
“Hi,” you said. Eddie closed the door behind you. “Wanna go to your room?”
“Not wasting any time, huh, princess?” Eddie asked, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed slowly up your neck, nipping every now and then. You melted back against him, eyes dropping closed as you moaned.
“Did you get condoms?” you asked.
“I did.” He slid the box from his back pocket, holding it up for you between his pointer and middle finger.
“Large instead of extra large?” you teased, looking at the writing on the package.
Eddie shrugged. “They didn’t have any bigger. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Eddie knew he was big, but he didn’t let it go to his head. Well, most of the time. He led you down the hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He was kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe, the only thing keeping him grounded to this reality. His hands roamed your body, sending tingles through your skin. Every now and then you’d break from one another, gasping for air for only a moment before your lips found each other again.
You fell back onto his bed as he tossed the condoms onto his bedside table and he kissed up your body from your ankles back to your lips, tongue exploring your mouth with an eagerness. He undid your jeans and pulled them down your legs, savoring every inch of skin he uncovered, even though he’d just fucked you multiple times last night. Enough didn’t exist for him when it came to you.
His hands slid up your top next, kissing your stomach and your tits as he uncovered them. No bra beneath, which had him groaning. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it as he sucked, moaning against your skin.
“Eddie,” you moaned, back arching slightly off the bed. “Fuck.”
He switched to your other nipple, never one to neglect any part of your perfect body. Eddie’s hand slipped beneath your panties, fingers tracing through your soaking folds.
“So wet for me,” he commented, his voice low as he bit down gently on your skin, earning a gasp. “Love how wet you get for me. Desperate, pretty little thing.”
You could have said something about how he was just as desperate for you with how painfully rock hard he was and that you could feel it even through his jeans, but you couldn’t form words with the way he was slipping a finger inside of you, his thumb playing with your clit, rubbing circles. He slipped in a second finger, pumping them in and out while he pressed down harder on your clit.
“Eddie, Eddie,” you moaned, mind deliriously hazy, grinding your pussy down against him.
He kissed down your body, slipping your panties off and then replacing his thumb with his mouth, his tongue flicking your clit before he pushed his two fingers back in, curling them deep, pressing right against that spot he somehow always knew how to find immediately.
“Eddie!” you cried out, grabbing onto one of his pillows and burying your face in it. Eddie chuckled against you, but didn’t relent. He was determined to have you fall completely apart for him, determined to have you cumming all over his tongue and fingers.
You felt like you were floating above the clouds, Eddie’s sinful tongue taking you straight to heaven. He wrapped his free hand around your thigh, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he possibly could. He was starving for you, and he was completely content if this was how he died.
Your body was filled with liquid heat, the coil tightening in your belly. You pulled on his long hair, earning a groan from Eddie, his fingers pumping faster, lips sucking harder on your sensitive clit.
“Gonna cum, Ed,” you moaned, body writhing on the bed, the pleasure almost too much for you. Your words only made Eddie go harder, rutting his hips against the bed for some friction on his throbbing dick.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!”
You fell apart calling his name over and over again. Half the trailer park had to know what the two of you got up to on a near nightly basis, but at least Wayne wasn’t home. Eddie worked you through your orgasm, moaning as he lapped up everything you gave him, cock twitching at the feeling of you tightening, pulsing around his fingers.
Eddie pulled his fingers out of you, placing one last kiss against your pussy as he moved back to look over your naked body, chest heaving, tits and pussy on full display, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
“You look beautiful like this,” Eddie said, his own lips and chin wet with the remains of your climax as he smirked down at you. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”
You whimpered at his words as Eddie undid his belt, his eyes locked on yours. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down until his cock sprung free. He shed them from his body, leaving both of you naked.
He kissed all over your body again, sending tingles through your skin. Eddie always liked to take his time with you, liked to savor it. You fucked all the time, but it was never any less sacred to him. You reached between you and grabbed his cock, making him groan. You could feel it throbbing in your hand. He was so needy tonight.
“You ready for me baby?” he asked, reaching for the unopened box of condoms on his table. He ripped open the box, pulling out a foil packet that was smaller than usual.
“Yes,” you whined. “Need you in me.”
Eddie ripped the packet open with his teeth, examining the rubber. He shrugged, starting to roll it onto his cock. He hissed. “Tight fit.”
“You sure it’s gonna be okay…?” you asked, watching Eddie struggle to get the condom over his impressive length.
“Yeah, it’s…I got it,” he grunted, finally getting it all the way on. It technically fit, just not well. “I am not missing out on fucking you tonight.”
“I guess if it works…” You bit the side of your lip, eyeing him.
“Oh, I’m gonna make it work.” He kissed at your neck again, reaching between your bodies to line his tip up at your entrance. He trailed it through your folds, getting himself nice and wet. He pressed against your hole again. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, and then drew in a sharp gasp as Eddie pushed his cock inside.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, you never get any less tight. Shit, babe.”
And he never got any less huge. As many times as you’d had sex at this point, it never got any less intense. It had actually hurt the first time - at least that went away. You hadn’t been a virgin, but damn.
He set a pace rolling his hips into you deep, fucking you slowly and sensually. Making love to you. He couldn’t stop kissing you everywhere, couldn’t control the way you made him feel like he was going to explode with how much he loved you and how good you made him feel.
“My beautiful girl,” he cooed, big hands holding your thighs up against your chest. He had the perfect view of your pussy taking his cock, he could watch every inch of himself sinking into you. He wished he had a camera - he’d love to have this view to look at whenever he wanted.
“Feels so good, Eds,” you moaned, rolling your hips up as much as you could to meet his thrusts at his pace. Your bodies were working together in perfect synchronicity, a beautiful harmony of bodies and passion and love.
“Can I go faster?” he asked, out of breath from his efforts of keeping himself under control. “Can I fuck you?”
“Please,” you cried. “Please.”
Eddie began snapping his hips into you faster, harder. The sounds of your moans and skin meeting filled the small room, drowning out the soft music over the stereo. His headboard banged into the wall with every thrust, chipping the paint.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he groaned, his head thrown back and eyes closed. You were addicted to watching the way his muscles in his neck and chest flexed, clenched. Like he was holding back.
But god, the feeling of his cock pounding into you mercilessly like this? It was unreal.
He pulled out of you abruptly, but before you could complain about it he was flipping you onto your stomach. He spread your legs slightly and mounted you from behind, slipping back in with ease.
You gasped again at the intrusion, but this angle somehow felt even better. You looked over at the mirror on his dresser, watching as he pounded you from behind, looking down at you like he wanted to devour you whole. You could see his whole body, the way his thighs clenched with every thrust into you, the slightest jiggle of his ass, the way his hands were gripping your ass so tightly it would leave marks.
“Oh, god,” you whined so quiet you didn’t even think he could hear you.
“Doing so good, baby. That’s it,” he grunted. “Just take it, take me, let me fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”
You were falling apart. You felt like you were frantically clinging to the edge of a cliff, the precipice of your undoing. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum again.”
He groaned, fucking you faster. “Yeah, that’s it princess. Let yourself go for me. Wanna feel you cum on this cock.”
You grabbed onto the pillow, biting down onto it as you started to see stars, your eyes rolling back as you came for the second time.
“Ah! Ah!” Eddie was gasping and groaning from behind you, the way your pussy was clenching around him was driving him crazy. “Fuck, ‘m close.”
“Please cum for me,” you begged him. “Please. I need it, need to have it.”
Eddie groaned loudly. “Fuck! Yeah, baby, go on and take it. Take the way I’m fucking you. Take this fucking load. Shit!”
He stilled deep inside you, as deep as he could go. He moaned and moaned into your neck, cock pulsing as he came. “Ah! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-“
You were both gasping for breath, both completely spent. Eddie didn’t want to move from on top of you - he could have fallen asleep right there. You were in such a dreamy post-sex trance, you might have just let him. Let him sleep with his cock in you.
But he had to move. He pulled out of you, rubbing your back as he did. Then, you felt him freeze behind you.
“Oh shit,” he said, clear panic rising in his voice that only set your own anxiety off. “Uh-“ He was nearly
hyperventilating. “Shit shit shit. Shit! Fuck!”
“What??” you asked, turning and sitting up in the bed, equally panicked just from his reaction.
Eddie held up the condom - the ripped, empty condom.
Your blood went ice cold. “Ed-“
“Fuck, what the fuck are we gonna do?” Eddie asked, in pure panic mode. “What if I got you-“
“That hasn’t happened yet,” you said quickly. “Some people have sex for years without getting pregnant, you know? Just because you…finished inside, doesn’t mean I’m necessarily pregnant.”
Eddie wanted to listen to your voice of reason, but it wasn’t helping. He knew the risks of what had happened. He knew how bad his odds were. You were young, healthy. Teenagers. Still in high school. And with his luck…
“Fuck,” he said, sitting on the edge of his bed. He angrily threw the broken condom into the trash can before covering his face with his hands.
“Baby…” you said, your voice small. “Are you mad?”
“Not at you,” he said, turning and taking your hands. “God, never at you. I’m mad I was such an idiot. I never should have used those condoms. I’m a fucking dumbass.”
You looked at him, sympathetic for how hard he was being on himself. “You didn’t know. It’s okay.” You squeezed his hands. “We’re in this together no matter what, right?”
Eddie was quiet for a minute. “What if I just ruined your life? All because I couldn’t hold off for a day.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”
“If you’re…if I got you…” He looked like he couldn’t even say the word. He turned forward, resting his arms on his legs. “It’s going to ruin your life. You’re so smart, baby, you have so much you can do. My life…well, I’m on my third senior year attempt, so I don’t see college in my future. I’m a drug dealer. I still live with my uncle. I’m going to drag you down.”
“Eddie, that is not true,” you said sternly. “Don’t ever talk bad about yourself like that. You are not dragging me down.”
“Everything I said is a fact,” he said sadly. “You’re…you’re better than me, princess. I would hate myself if I tied you down with a baby right now.”
“Eddie.” You turned his head to look at you. “I don’t feel any of those things. I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if we…well, we’ll face it together if it happens, yeah?”
Eddie considered your words. Finally he nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Eddie, I love you. More than anything.” You kissed his cheek.
“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, moving to kiss you again. His lips lingered against yours, the kiss lasting longer than intended. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.
“You’re too good for me, you know that?” he said.
You shook your head. You heard that enough from your parents, you didn’t need him saying it too. “Not true.”
He smiled softly at you, like he didn’t quite believe you. But he didn’t push the matter, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. “I love you.”
“And we’re in this together,” you said. “We’re in this life together. No matter what.”
A small smile. “No matter what.”
—
Three weeks later, you missed your period.
Every day you checked, looking to see if it had finally come, just late enough to give you the scare of your life and teach you a real lesson. How could we have been so stupid? you’d think, frustrated with yourselves for making an obvious mistake just to fuck each other. We couldn’t stay off each other for one night?
Eddie seemed to have completely forgotten. He didn’t mention it again, didn’t ask about your period (it’s not like he kept track of your cycle anyway), wasn’t stressed at all. You didn’t mention your worry because you didn’t want to bring him into your anxiety spiral with you.
When your period was a week late, you came clean to Robin outside after school.
“What???” she exclaimed, way louder than you would have liked. You shushed her, putting your hand over her mouth. A few classmates in the parking lot turned to look at you, but quickly lost interest. You removed your hand once she got the idea. “You think you might be pregnant?” she whispered.
“I…yeah, I think so,” you said. You couldn’t meet her eyes.
“How could you- oh my god.” She looked like she was freaking out more than you even were. “How did this happen?”
“A condom that was too small?” you explained sheepishly. “It broke.”
She just looked at you, blinking. “Of all the risks to take-“
“I know,” you said.
“Does Eddie know?” she asked, lowering her voice even further.
“That the condom broke?”
“That you’re late,” she said, giving you a look like now isn’t the time for jokes.
You looked down. “No. I think he forgot all about it.”
“He forgot-“ Robin looked like she was about to explode with the lecture brewing in her brain. “We have to get a test. Find out for sure before you scare the shit out of him.”
A test. Your stomach hurt at the thought.
“Will you go with me?”
“Of course,” she said, holding your hand. “We can get Steve to take us to the pharmacy on the way home. Or to my place.”
“Steve?” you said, looking at her like she was crazy. “You want Steve Harrington to take us to get a pregnancy test?”
“He won’t tell anyone,” she said quickly. “He’s trustworthy. I promise.”
Eddie came walking out of the school then, laughing with Jeff and Grant. He saw you and flashed you a big smile, immediately heading in your direction. You and Robin both looked at him with awkward, halfhearted smiles in return.
“Hey, baby,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ready to go?”
“Um, actually,” you said, “Robin asked if I wanted to go study at her house.”
“Oh,” Eddie said, surprised. Usually you wouldn’t change plans at the last minute. He looked at you with his brows furrowed, but didn’t question you further. “Okay, that’s cool. I’ll call you tonight?”
“Okay.” You forced yourself to give the most convincing smile you could. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he twirled his keys around his finger once and nodded at Robin. “See you later, ladies.”
You watched him get in his van and leave before you and Robin met Steve at his car.
“About time,” he said to Robin. “I’ve been waiting here forever.”
“We have an emergency,” Robin said immediately once everyone was in the car, you in the back seat.
Steve froze. “What kind of emergency?”
“A pregnancy emergency.”
Steve looked at Robin like she had grown a second head. “Robin, you’re a lesbian.”
“Not me, dingus!” Robin said, slapping him lightly on the arm. “Her!”
“Oh,” he said. He turned around and looked at you, then his eyes went wide. “With Eddie?”
You blushed, unsure what to say, but Robin smacked him on the arm again. “Don’t be rude!”
“Ow,” he mumbled. He started the car and pulled out of the Hawkins High parking lot. “So, you want me to…?”
“Take us to the pharmacy to get a test,” Robin said.
Steve nodded. It was obvious he felt extremely awkward. “Okay. Got it.”
He drove the three of you to the pharmacy, where he waited in the car while you and Robin went inside. You felt embarrassed, like every person in the store could look at you and tell what you were there for.
“I think they’re back here,” Robin mumbled, looking through the aisles. Sure enough, you found the pregnancy tests in the back with the condoms and tampons.
“Um…I guess just this one?” she said, picking up a box that said Clearblue. “Results in 30 minutes.”
30 minutes to find out if your life would be changed forever, you thought. You followed Robin to the checkout counter, where an older lady was working. You and Robin gave your best we are absolutely not dealing with the epidemic of teen pregnancy right now looks - trying to be as nonchalant as possible. The lady looked at you strangely, but said nothing at all.
Back in the car with Steve, you felt like you could breathe again.
“Got the goods?” he asked, starting the car.
“Yes,” Robin announced proudly. “It was relatively painless.”
“For you,” you mumbled.
Steve drove back to Robin’s with nothing but the sound of the radio playing. The atmosphere was heavy, or maybe you were just imagining that with how scared you were, how much you were dreading what was to come.
When Steve pulled up outside of Robin’s house, he looked at the two of you awkwardly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“See you in the morning,” Robin said. She climbed out and you followed suit, walking up to the house with the pharmacy bag clutched in Robin’s fist. Steve called out “Good luck!” through the window.
Her parents weren’t home, which you were grateful for. You didn’t want to have to explain anything, like what you’d bought, or, later, why you were having a mental breakdown.
Robin took the test out of the bag, you looking at the box over her shoulder. She opened it and pulled out a piece of paper. The two of you read the instructions in silence.
“So, it looks like you just, uh, collect the sample, then put it in these little pots, and if it’s blue, you’re pregnant.”
You nodded. “Seems simple enough.”
“I think we got it.” Robin handed the box to you. “Good luck, girl.”
“Thanks.” You gave her a look before you took the stuff out of the box. You went in the bathroom, and took the test.
Once it was in progress, you and Robin sat on her bed. “30 minutes,” you reminded her.
Silence.
“Are you nervous?” Robin asked. “No, sorry, that was a stupid question. Are you scared out of your mind?”
“Yes,” you answered easily. “Fucking terrified.”
Robin took a deep breath, as if she was the one who’s life was on the line. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise. Either way, you’re a smart girl. You’re gonna figure this out.”
You weren’t so sure. If you were so smart, why were you sitting here in this situation right now? You’d think you would have known better than to use that fucking condom. “Eddie is going to lose it.”
“If it’s positive,” Robin said. “This could be nothing. Just a lesson learned.”
That’s what you hoped, but you weren’t sure you’d be so lucky. After an excruciating wait, the timer went off on Robin’s watch. She turned it off, then looked at you. “The moment of truth.”
You took a deep breath. You were pretty sure you were about to throw up all over Robin’s beige carpet. You walked into the bathroom, acting like you were in a haunted house and someone was about to jump from around the corner and scare the shit out of you.
You reached the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror before you allowed yourself to look down. You looked scared. You just knew Eddie knew something was up, if you looked like this you weren’t hiding shit. You thought this might be the last time you saw yourself this way, as just a teenage girl with a normal life.
You looked down.
Blue.
Your heart stopped in your chest. Hot tears sprung to your eyes, and you didn’t know what to do - that was the first thought in your head. I don’t know what to do.
“Are you okay?” Robin asked from outside the room. “Do you want me to come in there?”
You stepped out, hands shaking where you were playing with your ring. Robin looked at you with worry written all over her features. “What’s the verdict?”
“You’re going to be an auntie,” you said. As soon as the words were out of your mouth, the walls caved in. You couldn’t breathe. You felt like the walls were pressing in all around you, trapping you, stealing your oxygen.
“Oh, jeez,” Robin said, rushing over to you. “Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. Just breathe with me.” She started taking long, slow breaths, trying to guide you, but you weren’t hearing any of it. You couldn’t hear her over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, your heart racing, knees going weak as you collapsed onto the floor.
“Shit!” Robin dropped to her knees next to you, pushing your hair out of your face, lightly tapping your cheek. “Hey, look. Listen. I need you to breathe with me, okay? I need you to breathe. Jesus, you’re seriously having a panic attack.”
All you could think of was Eddie, of the future. Would Eddie leave you? He said you were in this together if the worst happened, but what if he hadn’t meant that? What if he only meant it when it wasn’t really happening? People never really know what they’re going to do in a situation until it happens to them. He was young. He wanted to be a rockstar.
You were sobbing, the kind of ugly sobs where you were gasping for air, desperate to draw something into your lungs but finding nothing. You didn’t think you’d ever cried so hard in your life. Not even when Jason Carver broke your heart in 7th grade.
Robin muttered your name. “You’re scaring me. Please calm down, babe, it’s…you’re going to be okay.”
You did your best to breathe along with her, and eventually you were drawing in shaking breaths, laying on her chest and soaking her shirt with your tears. She just stroked your hair, patiently letting you calm down. When the numbness kicked in, the tears stopped and you merely sniffled, wiping at your eyes.
“Do you want me to call Eddie to come take you home?” she asked softly.
You nodded. “Can you?” you croaked, your voice hoarse.
“Of course. Do you know his number by heart?”
You nodded. You dialed the number for her and she held the phone to her ear. It rang a couple times, and you wondered if he might not answer and what you’d do then. But finally you heard the timbre of his voice through the phone.
“Hey, Eddie,” Robin said. “Can- yes, she’s here. She’s- she’s fine. Yes she’s fine. Just feeling a little sick. Can you come bring her home? Yeah. Okay. Bye.” Robin hung up the phone and turned to you with a reassuring smile. “He’s on his way.”
Eddie, who drove like a maniac on a normal day, arrived at Robin’s minutes later. You went downstairs, and Robin stopped you right before you got to the front door.
“You’re going to be okay,” she said, pulling you into a hug.
“Should I…am I supposed to tell him now?” you asked, your voice weak.
“Maybe you should,” she said. “Just get it over with. Rip the bandaid off.”
You nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
“You got this,” she said. “I promise.”
You left the house, walking down to the street where Eddie’s van was idling. You could hear his music playing from outside. You opened the passenger door and climbed in.
“Jesus,” Eddie said when he saw you, eyes still swollen and red, looking like hell. He quickly turned the music down. “Shit, baby, what happened?”
You let out another big breath. How were you supposed to do this? Just say it? Rock his world like that with just two words? Two little words to change his life forever. And he didn’t even know it. He had no idea what was coming to him.
“You can start driving,” you told him instead of explaining anything at all.
He looked at you with worry. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes soft. “Baby. What’s going on?”
You fought the tears back. You were not going to cry again. One slipped out and you wiped it away.
“Are you crying?” he asked. “Babe, you’re scaring me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’ll talk while you drive,” you said.
He just looked at you. “Okay. Mine or yours?”
“I have to go home. My mom is cooking lasagna.” You dreaded seeing your parents, especially tonight. You weren’t telling them now, that was for sure. They were going to lose their minds.
“Okay.” He pulled away from the curb, beginning the short drive to your house. “Now talk.”
You twisted your ring around your finger - your main nervous habit. Eddie clocked it immediately.
“Is it bad?”
Was it? Yes. And no. It was both, you supposed. You didn’t really know how to answer that question right now.
“I took a test.”
Eddie looked over at you, confused. “A test? What kind of test? Not your SAT? That wasn’t supposed to be until next month.”
Something about the fact that he remembered when your SAT test was taking place warmed your heart. Sure you had talked about it, how nervous you were and how much work you were putting into studying for it, but you never thought he’d remember the actual date. Those worries felt miles away now, trivial.
“No.”
“Then what kind of test?” he asked. “Did you get a bad grade? Because baby, it’s really not the end of the world, you’re so smart-“
“Do you remember the broken condom?”
Silence. Complete, heavy silence, like a blanket over you both.
“Yes,” he finally said.
Deep breath. “Eddie-“
“Are you pregnant?” You could see his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. His arms were shaking slightly.
“Me and Robin got a test. We took it and…it was positive.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered. “You’re sure?”
“I think so.”
Eddie had reached your house. He killed the engine in the driveway behind your parents’ cars. The reminder of your parents sent the nausea rolling through your stomach again. He didn’t look at you. He chewed on his thumb nail as he looked out the window.
Minutes went by without a word spoken. It scared you. What was he thinking? Was he going to leave you?
“Can you say something?” you asked when you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.”
He looked at you. His eyes were swimming with a million thoughts. You wanted to reach inside his mind and see what was happening.
“So…you’re pregnant,” he said, a mixture between a statement and a question.
“Yes. At least, that’s what the test said.”
“Is there a possibility that you’re not?” he asked, the hope in his voice making your chest ache.
“The test said it was 99% accurate.”
His eyes closed. He blew out a big breath, then rubbed his hands over his face. He looked like he was trying to erase the nightmare. You didn’t really blame him, but there was no running.
He didn’t say anything for a while. He was looking down, like he was completely lost in his thoughts. “So you’re pregnant,” he said again.
Your turn to pause. “Yes. I guess so.”
“I thought…” He cleared his throat. “I thought we were in the clear. You didn’t say anything for weeks-“
“My period was late, but I didn’t want to scare you,” you mumbled.
“You should have told me,” he said. He still wasn’t looking at you, and that was starting to scare you.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I was just…I was scared. I didn’t want you to be scared, too.”
It was silent. The seconds ticked on like hours as you waited for him to respond, to say anything. Every second that passed increased your anxiety, increased the fear that you’d end up doing this alone. Eddie was going to leave you.
Eddie was spiraling. How could this happen? Well, he knew the answer to that. But what shitty luck, right? What did this mean? It meant everything. It meant his earth was turning on its axis, time was changing, he would be changing. What does our future look like? Eddie didn’t have any fucking money. He had a little from his dealing, but - fuck, he couldn’t be a drug dealer and a dad. But he’d have to do something. He’d have to start bringing in money immediately. Paying for your appointments, for the baby supplies. Then paying to survive, bills and food and a whole human baby who would need diapers and wipes and all kinds of stuff. What will this do to our relationship? What if you broke up? What if he became a single dad, seeing his kid every other weekend, paying child support, forever having to watch you with another man? And most of all - what if he wasn’t cut out to be a dad? He didn’t exactly have the best example growing up.
“Eddie, when it happened, we said we’d do it together, right?” you reminded him. “Don’t do this. Don’t get upset and push me away. Not now.”
Eddie didn’t say anything. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I think I just…need to process this.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, worried. Your stomach felt like it was in knots, your chest tight again. You didn’t know what you’d do if Eddie left you. Your parents would probably be kicking you out, and you’d be homeless. Homeless and a single mom.
“I just need to think about things, okay?” he said. “I…need to be alone. To think.”
You looked at him. You willed him to turn and look at you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, that he still loved you and was going to be here for you. But he didn’t do or say any of those things. Your heart sunk to your toes.
“Okay, Eddie,” you finally said. You waited to see if he’d say anything else, but he didn’t. No goodbye, no I love you as you got out of the van and walked to your front door. You heard him driving away as you opened the door and walked inside.
The smell of the lasagna was overpowering as you walked in, and with your sensitive pregnancy sense of smell, you almost threw up on your mom’s fancy carpet.
“It’s about time you got home,” your mom said as you walked into the kitchen. She was setting the table, your dad already seated. “We were just about to eat without you.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled, dropping your bag by the wall and taking your usual seat.
“Don’t do that,” your dad snapped.
“Do what?” You were genuinely confused, but you really weren’t in the mood to deal with your parents any more than you had to tonight.
“Mumble,” he said. “It’s rude.”
“Sorry,” you said again, clearer this time.
“You weren’t with that loser boyfriend of yours, were you?” your dad asked with a snort. Your mom smiled lightly to herself - you knew she agreed.
“Eddie is not a loser,” you said, knowing it was a mistake.
“Don’t get an attitude with me,” he said. “The boy is a mess. He’s dumb as rocks, repeating his senior year for the third time. He’s always in trouble with the police. I think the boy does drugs. He’s dragging you down, and you refuse to see that.”
You were seething, thinking about stabbing your fork right in his stupid smug face. “That’s not true.”
“Honey, it is,” your mom said. “You could do so much better. I really think you should-“
“Mom, I’m not breaking up with Eddie,” you said, looking down as you poked at your food. Although, you thought to yourself, he might just do it for me anyway.
“You don’t talk to your mother like that,” your dad said, beginning to raise his voice. You could feel a headache coming on. Actually - you could feel more than that. Nausea rose in your stomach quickly and you jumped up from the table, nearly knocking your chair over in the process, and ran to the downstairs bathroom. You fell to your knees and emptied your stomach, trying to hold your hair back and not make a mess.
When you were finally done, you cleaned up and walked back to the kitchen. “I don’t feel good,” you said. “I’m going to go lay down. Thank you for dinner.”
You turned and left, hearing your dad yell from behind you.
“You better not be pregnant!”
—
After he dropped you off, Eddie drove around for a while. He wasn’t going anywhere specific, didn’t have anywhere he wanted to be. He just needed to think.
He thought about every scenario, every possibility. The good, which made his chest feel warm, made him want to turn the car around and apologize and tell you he can’t wait to do this with you - and the bad, which stopped him. He ended up back at his trailer, Wayne already gone for the night.
He didn’t know what to do. This was life shattering. He didn’t want to ruin your life any more than he wanted to ruin his own. He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to be successful with his music one day. He was going to be letting the whole band down.
Eddie picked up the phone. He just held it for a while, debating. Wondering if he really wanted to do this. He dialed the number he had memorized.
The recording asked him for the inmate number - he had that memorized, too. He punched it in, waiting. After a number of rings, the phone was picked up.
“Hello?” the gruff voice came from the other end of the line.
“Dad,” Eddie said, his voice broken.
“Well, I’ll be,” Al Munson said, a laugh in his voice. “If it isn’t my boy. What brings you to call your dear old dad tonight?”
Eddie sighed. “I just…something’s happened. I didn’t know who to go to.”
“Oh yeah?” Al sounded amused, like this was entertaining to him. “And what’s that?”
Eddie let out another deep breath. “I got my girlfriend pregnant.”
It was silent for a minute. Then, Al laughed. “Well damn, boy.”
Eddie felt sick to his stomach. This wasn’t going how he hoped. He didn’t know what he had been hoping for, but it wasn’t this. He regretted picking up the phone. “Yeah.”
“Well, isn’t that just fuckin’ great!” Al said. “I’m gonna be a granddaddy. Well, Ed, while you were stickin’ your dick in anything that moves, I’m over here working hard, day and night, for nothin’. You better be grateful for what you have, boy, and get that girl an abortion. This is going to ruin both of y’all’s lives. Put an end to it now while you can.”
That little rant was the last thing Eddie had expected to hear from his father. He felt like his head was spinning, his chest tightening. “Dad, I- I’m not gonna ask her to get an abortion.”
“Why the hell not?” Al laughed. “Believe me, son, you’re gonna regret this. You’re gonna regret throwing your life away. You got that little band, don’t you? Don’t you want to try to make it big?”
It sounded mocking when he said it, but it was true for Eddie. He did have those dreams, as childish and far fetched as they may be. And he knew you wanted to go to a good college, wanted to make something of yourself.
“She’s my priority,” Eddie said. “If she wants this baby, I’ll have this baby with her.”
“Son, you’re a fool,” Al said.
Eddie clenched his fist. He had the sudden urge to punch a wall. “I love her.”
Al laughed, hard. “Like I said. A fool.”
Eddie hung up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver. He was seething, taking deep breaths, his hands shaking where they were still clenched tightly. The phone call with his dad had only served to make him even more upset, now angry, at his dad, at himself, at the situation.
He didn’t know why he had called his dad in the first place. His dad had never been dad of the year. He hadn’t even seen him in person for 7 years, not since he went to prison. And before then, before Wayne, he was neglectful. Eddie cringed as he remembered Wayne shaving his head the day he moved in, his curls in mats.
His dad had never been a father. The only things he ever taught him were how to hotwire a car, how to be a good liar, how to steal without getting caught, how to deal without getting caught. His dad knew all about dealing - more than weed.
He remembered his mother. The little pieces he still had of her, at least. It made his chest feel warm, thinking of how she had loved him, how caring and kind she had been. He had no idea how she ever ended up with Al Munson. She was an angel.
Eddie knew you would be just as good of a mother as his own mom had been. He knew you’d be the best mother ever. He didn’t worry for a second about how his kid would turn out when it came to you.
But what about him? He already passed on his genes, isn’t that enough damage? Maybe he should take himself out of the equation. Run. Get away from this kid before he has the chance to fuck them up. Because surely that’s what will happen - he’ll damage them beyond repair, make them into as big of a fuckup as he is.
But no. He can’t just abandon you like that. As much as he knows this kid would be better off without him, he knew you wouldn’t. He couldn’t leave you to raise a child alone. Especially not with your shitty parents - god, how would they react to this? Not well, that was for damn sure. You wouldn’t have their support and he knew it.
There was really only one thing for him to do.
—
You cried your eyes out that night. Your pillow was soaked with tears, your eyes still red and puffy from earlier, now worse. You wondered if you could get by with missing school - your parents had heard you getting sick. But what if they made you go to the doctor? Fuck.
You woke up the next morning with your face practically stuck to your pillow. You wiped the dried tears away. You went into your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror - you looked like hell. Your lower lip trembled, and you just knew it was going to start up again, but you were able to hold it back.
You splashed cold water on your face, helping to soothe your flushed skin. Then you turned the shower on, undressing and stepping into the hot water. It relaxed you immediately, the water beating down on your shoulders and easing the ache in your bones. You didn’t know sadness could make you so physically miserable. Or maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe both.
When you were done with your shower, you dried yourself off, then started on your hair and makeup. You dressed like you felt, in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Your parents had already left for work. You bounded downstairs, nausea still plaguing you.
You grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and forced yourself to eat it. You weren’t even sure how you were getting to school - was Eddie coming? Should you call Robin and Steve?
You were just considering picking up the phone when you heard a car horn honking from out front. You peered through the kitchen window, seeing Eddie’s van.
Your stomach clenched in knots. Was he here to break up with you? To tell you he wasn’t going to do this?
You grabbed your bag and walked out of the house, locking the front door behind you. You stuffed your hands in your hoodie pockets as you walked to the van. He reached across the seats and opened the door for you when you reached it.
You looked at him cautiously as you climbed in. You were trying to read his face, to prepare yourself for what was to come. He was unreadable, though. That was rare for Eddie - usually you could read him like a book.
He started the car and pulled out of your driveway. It was a few miserable, tense minutes before he finally said something.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I scared you last night. I just needed to think.” He reached over and took your hand in his right one, driving only with his left. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to do this alone.”
Tears brewed in your eyes, but this time they weren’t necessarily sad ones. “I was scared.”
“I know, baby,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” A pause. “I’m scared, too.”
“Where did you go?” you asked.
“I just drove around,” he answered honestly. “Went home and, uh…called my old man.”
Your eyes went wide. “How did that go?”
Eddie scoffed. “As well as you’d imagine.”
You softened. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”
He waved you off, like the conversation wasn’t still eating him up inside. “It just…made me realize that I never want to be like my dad. I never want to make my kid feel the way he makes me feel.”
“You would never, Eddie,” you said softly. “You’re nothing like your dad.”
He shook his head. “I’m not so sure. I feel like a chip off the ol’ block.”
“You’re nothing like your dad,” you said again, firmer this time. There wasn’t a single thing you saw in common between Eddie and Al Munson. You’d never had the displeasure of meeting him, but you had heard plenty.
Eddie gave you a sad smile before turning back to the road. “Well, it means a lot that you think so.”
“I know so.”
It was quiet for a minute. A less tense quiet than it had been minutes ago. “I just…I’m sorry for running out on you like that,” Eddie said. “We’re partners, right? Always will be. In everything. Especially this.”
His words made you feel better. You had longed for him to come back and do this, to tell you he didn’t mean to act that way and that he loved you and this baby. That wasn’t exactly how it happened, but it was close enough.
“I love you,” Eddie continued. “I would never abandon you, I fucking swear that.”
You squeezed his hand. “I love you too, Eds.”
Another minute of quiet. The gears were turning in Eddie’s head, his mind still spinning even as he drove the familiar path to school on autopilot. “But we need to talk about it.”
“About what?”
“The baby,” he said, the first time either of you were saying the words. “We need to talk about what we’re gonna do. And how we’re gonna do it.”
“Can we go to your place after school?” you asked, playing with the strings on your hoodie.
“Sure, baby.” He squeezed your hand, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.
When Robin saw you in the parking lot, she sped over to Eddie’s van, throwing her arms around you in a hug as you stepped out. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? You look like hell.”
“Thanks,” you said sarcastically. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
“No.” You mustered up a smile. “But you don’t have to worry about me. Seriously.”
“Um, you had a full on panic attack on my bedroom floor yesterday after getting life shattering news. Of course I’m worried about you.”
You were grateful to have a friend that was so supportive and caring, but you couldn’t handle the attention right now. You already felt like you were drowning in worries. “I promise I’m okay, Robs.”
She looked at you skeptically, but accepted it. “Okay. If you say so. But tell me if you’re not, okay? I’m here with you. Always.”
You felt bad for pushing her away. Robin cared about you more than most people in your life. The least you could do was let her.
The school day passed uneventfully. Part of you had been worried that the news was written on your forehead and everyone would know. You just knew someone would be able to tell, then the whole school would know and you’d be even more of a pariah than you were for being The Freak’s girlfriend.
You were still relieved to climb into Eddie’s van at the end of the day. You always felt safe with him - being alone with Eddie was like coming home. He drove the two of you back to the trailer. Wayne was still home when you arrived.
“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted you when the two of you walked inside. He was dressed for work at the plant, drinking a cup of coffee with his lunchbox sitting on the counter next to him.
“Hey, Wayne,” you said with a genuine smile.
“Oh, hey, Eddie. How was your day? It was fine, thanks. How was yours?” Eddie said, pretending to be upset at being ignored.
“How was that math test?” Wayne asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Eddie paled. “We’re going to my room. See ya, Wayne!” He quickly ushered you into his bedroom while you laughed.
“How was the math test?” you spun and asked him once you were alone in his room.
“God, I don’t even want to think about it,” Eddie muttered. “I already know I failed.”
Your chest ached. “I told you I’d study with you.”
“Yeah, well…” Eddie said, “I had a lot on my mind today anyway.”
You knew the feeling. You’d barely been able to pay attention in class today. You knew this discussion was coming, and you didn’t know how it was going to go.
Eddie flopped back on his bed, and you took a seat next to him. He rubbed your back gently.
“You wanted to talk?” you reminded him, the nerves creeping up on you. What if this wasn’t a good talk?
“I just…” Eddie sighed. “How are we going to do this?”
You didn’t know. You hadn’t really had the chance to think that far ahead. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah…exactly.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, tangled from how much he’d been messing with it today. “Are you sure you don’t want to…?”
“To what?” you asked. “Get an abortion?”
“Yeah.”
You thought. “I just don’t think I can, Eddie.”
Eddie continued rubbing your back. “I understand, baby. It’s okay. It was just an option.”
Not that there was anything wrong with getting an abortion - it just didn’t feel right for you. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not upset.” If Eddie was being honest with himself, he wished you would get the abortion. He felt that was the best choice for you both, the easiest choice. The idea of the two of you keeping this baby scared him shitless. But he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do with your own body.
“So…” Eddie began awkwardly. “How will we make money? To support us and the baby?”
“I don’t know,” you said quietly.
“Okay. Where will we live?”
“I don’t know.”
“Baby.” Eddie stopped rubbing your back, looking at you seriously. “We really have to figure this shit out.”
“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up. “I really don’t. I don’t know what the fuck we’re going to do. I really wanted to graduate. I wanted to go to college.”
It was quiet. “Baby, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to go to college.”
Your chest ached. You could feel your future slipping from your grasp, the future you’d been building your entire life. The one you’d put so much effort into bringing to fruition in your high school years. It was falling away before your eyes.
“I…I’m gonna drop out,” Eddie said.
“What??” your head snapped in his direction. “Eddie, no.”
“Baby, I…” he scoffed, “I had my chances. If one of us has to drop out to start working so we can save up, it has to be me.”
Tears welled in your eyes. You felt like you’d done so much crying lately. “You’ve been working so hard this year. You’re so close.”
“It has to happen, princess,” he said gently, pushing your hair out of your face. “I have to take care of my family now.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, the couple of tears escaping, sliding down your cheeks. You felt horrible. You felt like you were ruining Eddie’s life. “Where are you gonna work?”
“I don’t know. Whatever I can get. Melvald’s, maybe. Restaurant. Anything.”
“Is stuff like that going to take care of all three of us, though?” you asked, the worry eating at you.
“It’s better than nothing, baby. I can keep looking. I just need to start saving money now.”
“Can I still finish school?”
“If you feel up to it,” Eddie said. “But, yeah. I don’t want to make you drop out, too. Maybe you could even go to college in a few years, when the baby is older.”
You smiled at that. “You think?”
“Maybe,” he smiled back. He laid on his back, hands crossed behind his head on his pillow. He looked lost in thought. “I think you should stay home with the baby until they’re older.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. People scare me. I want to know they’re safe.”
You felt the same. There was nowhere safer for your baby than with you, right? Not that you knew all that much about taking care of babies right now. It’s not like you had any siblings or even little cousins. “I agree.”
“Good.”
You laid down on the bed next to Eddie, curling up into his side. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. “How are we gonna tell Wayne and your parents?” he asked.
You let out a long breath. “That’s going to go over horribly with my parents.”
“I know.” He thought for a minute. “I…have no idea how Wayne’s going to react. He’s probably going to be disappointed in me. Which feels pretty bad.”
You didn’t know what to say to that, because he was probably right. And you couldn’t even blame Wayne. You guys had fucked up. And now your lives were forever changed.
“The guys are going to freak,” he said with a sigh.
You hadn’t even thought of the band, or the Hellfire club. How would they react? They were counting on Eddie to help make the band’s dream a reality. Eddie was the guitarist, the lead singer. How was he supposed to do that with a baby?
“I’m sorry your life is ruined,” you muttered, the guilt weighing on your chest.
“It’s not, baby,” he said. “And neither is yours.”
—
You had known about the baby for a couple of days. You were dressing for school, wearing a pair of jeans and a band shirt with a sweater. Eddie was driving you to school like he did every day.
You practically ran down the steps to meet him outside when you heard him pull up, but your mom stopped you right before you got out the front door.
“You need to stop hanging out with that boy,” she said, looking you in the eyes in a way that made you uncomfortable.
“Mom, no,” you said. “I’m not breaking up with Eddie.”
“You need to think about your future,” she said. “That boy is going to ruin your future. Whether you end up pregnant, or on drugs, or living on the streets. You’re going to be 22 years old with three kids and that boy in prison just like his father.”
You weren’t sure if you were about to cry or scream in her face. “You know nothing about Eddie.”
“I know enough.”
You pushed past her, walking to Eddie’s van with your fists clenched. You climbed in, slamming the door.
“Woah, baby mama, what’s wrong?” he asked, beginning to drive away.
“Just my mom,” you muttered.
“Being herself, I assume,” Eddie said with clear distaste.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t listen to her,” he said. “You know she’s full of shit.”
But her words lingered in your head anyway, plaguing you the way only she could. What if Eddie did get in trouble for dealing and go to jail? It wasn’t impossible. And you were pregnant. God, you were going to have to tell her so, too.
You were distracted all through the school day, but tried your best to focus in class. You were standing up from your desk in english when Tina stopped you, her nose scrunched up like something was disgusting.
“Think you got your period,” she said, snarky as always.
You froze. “W-what?” you asked, looking at her.
“Your period?” she said. “Seems kinda heavy. Might want to go to the nurse’s office.”
She walked off, but you paid no mind to her. You looked down at your seat - and saw it covered in blood. You gasped, covering your mouth in horror - the tears started and you felt your heart shatter in your chest. No. No no no no no no.
You tied your hoodie around your waist and ran out of the room straight to Eddie’s locker, where you nearly crashed into him.
“Woah, babe, what’s going on?” he asked, steadying you by the shoulders. His eyes were swimming with concern.
“We have to go to the ER,” you cried. “Now.”
“Jesus- what’s going on?” Eddie asked.
You leaned in close. “Eddie, I- I think I’m having a miscarriage.”
His eyes went wide. “No. You’re not.”
“We have to go,” you said, taking his hand and walking off. You were acutely aware of the blood all over the back of your jeans, how you were probably still bleeding. What if you were losing the baby right now?
You felt on the verge of hyperventilating. Eddie ran to the van, opening the door for you and laying a towel down in the seat. “Shit, baby,” he cursed as he helped you climb in and saw the blood. His voice cracked, like he was about to start crying, too.
He drove you to the ER as fast as he could without getting pulled over. He had weed in his pocket, and in the back - he didn’t need that. He pulled up to the ER in record time, finding a spot and nearly carrying you into the hospital.
“I think my girlfriend might be having a miscarriage,” he blurted out to the receptionist, who looked up at him like he was stupid.
“What’s your name?” she asked you.
You gave her your name and info.
“How far along are you?”
“I…don’t know,” you admitted. “We just found out.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re pregnant and this isn’t just your period?”
Eddie wished that were true. What a relief that would be, he thought. But if there really was a baby in there - he didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t going to lose it.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, getting irritated with this lady.
They brought you back to get your vitals, finding your blood pressure high. “Probably from the stress,” the nurse said, but they brought you straight back anyway, having you change into a gown.
A tech came in shortly after. “I need to take you for an ultrasound,” she said, much more kindly than the woman at the front desk.
“Can he come with me?” you asked, holding onto Eddie’s hand tightly.
“I’m afraid not,” she said, looking like she genuinely felt bad. “But we’ll only be gone for a few minutes.”
You followed her down the hall and to a room with an ultrasound machine. “Lay on the table with your legs up there, and scoot all the way down.”
You froze. “I thought ultrasounds were on your stomach?”
“Not this early,” she said apologetically. “It’s just a little uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt.”
You laid on the table, feeling incredibly exposed. She began the ultrasound, the screen turned away from you. She kept pressing buttons and writing things down.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, your stomach aching from anxiety. “Can I see?”
“I can’t show you or tell you anything,” she said, “we have to wait for the doctor. I’m sorry.”
You laid there, staring at the ceiling. You pretended you were anywhere else, doing anything else. You imagined you were at Eddie’s, laying on his bed while he played you a new song on his guitar. “I wrote this one for you, baby,” he’d always say.
She finished up and you were glad to put your legs back together. You followed her back to the room, where Eddie was waiting, bouncing his leg nervously. When you walked in he stood up, rushing over to you. He grabbed your arms. “Is the baby okay?”
“I don’t know yet,” you said. “She couldn’t tell me anything. We have to wait for the doctor.”
“That’s fuckin’ stupid,” Eddie said. “Why couldn’t she just say ‘yes, everything’s okay? You can stop worrying about the fate of your child’?”
Your child. Eddie caring about the fate of your baby so much made you feel a little better. You just hoped it wasn’t about to be ripped away from you like this.
You got back in the bed and the two of you waited nervously. It was maybe 30 miserable minutes later that the doctor walked in, introducing himself.
“How’s the baby?” Eddie asked as soon as the doctor stopped talking.
He pulled out some images, holding them out to show you. Eddie leaned over your shoulder to look at them. You couldn’t exactly make any sense of them - it was just a black and white image of some blobs.
“This right here,” the doctor said, pointing to one of the blobs. “Is called a subchorionic hematoma. It’s a collection of blood in your uterus. Most resolve themselves and are nothing to worry about, although the bleeding can be scary.”
Can be? You were just now breathing like normal again.
“So everything’s okay?” Eddie asked, wanting to get to the point as soon as possible.
“Yes, everything’s okay,” the doctor said, and you and Eddie collectively let out a breath. “The babies are perfectly fine.”
You felt relieved. Everything was okay. You turned to Eddie, but found him white as a ghost, staring wide eyed at the doctor.
“Did you say babies?”
You froze. Did he? You slowly turned to the doctor.
“Yes. You’re about 7 weeks along with twins.”
The ground fell out from under your feet. Your head spun, your blood felt like ice -
Eddie hit the ground.
—
Eddie woke a minute later, having been propped up in a chair by your bed. The nurses checked him over, but they knew he was fine. The doctor let you know you could leave, and you and Eddie were left alone.
“Fuckin’ - twins,” he breathed. “Two babies. Jesus.”
You couldn’t believe it either. If you had been scared before, now you were twice as scared. How were you going to afford two babies? How were you going to take care of two babies alone?
Eddie walked back out to the van with his hand protectively on your lower back, staying close. He helped you get in and closed the door for you.
“I don’t want to go home,” you admitted. “I just want to go to your place.”
Eddie smiled softly at you. “My house is your home, sweetheart. But yeah, of course.”
You leaned your head against the seat and watched out the window the whole drive to Eddie’s. You had been in the ER for so long, the sun was just starting to set. You felt relief that the baby - the babies - were okay. You were relieved you were going home with Eddie. Things were going to be okay.
Eddie pulled up in front of the trailer. Wayne was home - he was off tonight. You knew he wouldn’t question you. “Wait,” Eddie said, and he jumped out of the van and ran around to your side. He opened the door and basically lifted you down.
“I’m not made of porcelain,” you laughed as he sat you on the ground gently.
“To me, you are,” he said.
He led you to the front door, letting you go in first. Wayne was in his chair with a beer, watching TV. He looked up at the two of you when you came in.
“Hey, Wayne,” you greeted him.
“Hey, darlin’. Ed.” Wayne took a sip of his beer, looking at you both with an unreadable expression. Wayne was very closed off, it was impossible to tell what that man was thinking. “Can you two sit down for a minute? I’d like to talk to ya.”
That was strange. You looked at Eddie, who only shrugged back at you. The bleeding had stopped and you’d had the chance to clean up, so you sat down on the couch, Eddie next to you in between you and Wayne.
Wayne turned the TV off. Silence descended over the room, heavy and suffocating.
“Ed,” Wayne said, “your daddy gave me a call.”
Eddie froze. Oh fuck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Wayne took a sip from his beer. “He told me somethin’ you, uh…told him?”
You looked at Eddie, confused as to where this was going. Eddie was sweating, all of a sudden it was way too hot for his jacket. He took it off, tossing it onto the floor.
“You wanna tell me somethin’, Ed?”
Eddie signed. He rubbed his hands over his face, like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream. But he didn’t say anything, and the way he was refusing to answer Wayne was scaring you.
Getting nowhere with Eddie, Wayne turned to you. “Honey, are you pregnant?”
Oh. Eddie had told his dad about the baby - babies, you corrected yourself again. Not that he had known that then. You looked at Eddie, who still looked panicked, but you couldn’t lie to Wayne. “Yes.”
Wayne looked between the two of you sadly. “Oh, kids,” he said, like he could see your fate laid out before you, and it wasn’t a good one.
“It’s twins,” Eddie contributed, looking at his uncle sheepishly. “Just found that out tonight.”
“Twins?” Wayne said, genuinely surprised. “Goddamn, son.” You almost laughed.
“Are you mad?” Eddie asked, scared not of what Wayne would do, but what he would think of him.
“Mad?” Wayne asked. “No. I’m just…worried. What are you gonna do?”
You and Eddie exchanged a look. “I’m going to drop out and get a job to save up some money,” Eddie said.
Wayne’s face fell. “Oh, Ed.”
“I know,” Eddie said. “But I have to. Right? I have to.”
Wayne didn’t say anything, because Eddie was right. There was no way around it that he could think of. He couldn’t afford to support Eddie, you, and a baby - two babies, which everyone kept forgetting and re-remembering. As much as he wanted to help, he didn’t make enough at the plant.
“What you have to do is stop that mess with the drugs,” Wayne said, pointing at Eddie. “Don’t think I don’t know.”
Eddie flushed. “Yeah, I know.”
“You cannot be gettin’ into trouble doin’ that stuff. Not now. I turned a blind eye to it for too long.”
Eddie nodded.
“Okay.” Wayne slapped his knees. “Well. You think you two have got this?”
You and Eddie looked at each other. Did you have it? You’d have to. “I think we’ll be okay,” Eddie said.
“Do your parents know?” Wayne asked you.
“No,” you answered. “We’ve only known for about a week. I’m not exactly excited to tell them.”
“I don’t blame you, sweetheart,” Wayne said. He knew how your parents were. They had met before, they looked down on him and Eddie for their social status, for their income, for living in a trailer park, amongst other things. “But you’ll have to tell them eventually.”
“I know.”
“We’ve got your back,” Eddie said. “If they wanna be assholes about it…”
“Which they will.”
“Yeah.” Eddie pulled you close. “It’s going to be okay.”
Conversation over, you followed Eddie back to his bedroom. He quickly cleaned up his rolling tray, papers, and baggie of weed that were laying on his bed. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I just…smoked a little last night. I’m done now, though.”
You didn’t say anything, watching as he put his stuff away. He sat on the bed and held his arms out for you. You went to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. He laid his head on your stomach.
“I’m so happy you’re okay. All three of you,” he said. “I was so scared.”
“Me too,” you agreed. Eddie laid his forehead on your belly, his thumbs rubbing circles over it. He lifted your shirt up and pressed a kiss to the smooth skin, his lips lingering there. Your heart thudded in your chest at the display of love and affection.
“I love you both,” he said to your belly. “I’m your daddy, and I’m going to take such good care of you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you or your mama.”
Your stomach flipped, and you were pretty sure you’d never felt so in love with Eddie than you did in that moment.
He pulled you down to lay next to him on the bed, cuddled together, legs tangled. His hand rested on your belly, rubbing soft, slow circles until you drifted off to sleep in his arms.
—
The hospital set you up with your first OBGYN appointment. It was a week after the ER visit, and you’d been a nervous wreck. You hadn’t been bleeding any more, but what if you still lost the babies? You were looking forward to going just to hear that everything was okay.
You and Eddie left school early, heading to the doctor just after 5th period. Eddie stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets as you checked in at reception. You found two seats together and sat as you filled out the clipboard of questions.
It asked all kinds of things. The standard doctor’s office questions about you, some awkward questions about your sexual history, and even questions about Eddie - ‘the father’.
“‘How many sexual partners have you had?’” you asked him, reading off the question.
Eddie blushed. “What?”
“It’s asking!”
“About me?”
“Yeah!”
He blushed deeper. “You know the answer to that question.”
You did. You just liked teasing him. “Remind me?”
Eddie gave you a look. “You know you were my first.”
“Oh yeah,” you smiled. Eddie nudged your shoulder playfully.
“Asshole.”
You turned in the clipboard when you were done, going back to your seat and waiting to be called. It wasn’t long before a nurse came for you, and you stood.
“Do you, uh, want me to go?” Eddie asked. He was jittery, bouncing his leg like he often did when he was nervous.
“Can you?” You didn’t know why you were nervous to ask him, you knew he would in a heartbeat.
“Yeah, of course.” He stood and followed you, trailing behind as the nurse led you to the back. She recorded your height and weight, blood pressure and temperature. You were taken to a small room with an exam table in the middle and two visitor chairs by the wall. Photos of babies decorated the walls. Eddie looked all around, seeming uncomfortable.
The nurse asked you even more questions. Some typical, some that made you blush. She asked Eddie a bunch of questions about his and his family’s health history. She left, and you and Eddie were alone.
“I didn’t realize they’d need so much information from me,” he said. “I thought this was all you.”
“You are the dad, right?” you teased, laying back on the exam table.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “I better be.”
“They’re half you. Of course you matter.”
Eddie hadn’t thought of it that way. The babies were half him. And half you. There was something beautiful about how you’d come together to make something so precious as these two little babies. He placed a hand on your stomach - you had developed the smallest little baby bump - and rubbed it, smiling up at your face. He gave you a little wink.
The tech came in with the ultrasound machine. “How are you guys today?” she asked, setting up the machine. She put the gel on your stomach.
“Nervous,” you admitted. Eddie squeezed your hand.
“Don’t be,” she said. “This is supposed to be the fun part.”
She flipped on the machine and placed the wand on your belly. The image appeared on your screen, and you saw your two little blobs wiggling around in there.
“Congratulations on the twins!” she said. “There’s baby A,” she measured the smaller blob, “and there’s baby B.” The bigger blob was next to the smaller one, like they were cuddled together. Almost like it was protecting the other one.
Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of them - your first real glimpse of your babies. You glanced at Eddie, who was covering his mouth with his hand, staring at the screen with so much love in his eyes.
“And we can’t know if they’re boys or girls yet?” Eddie asked.
“Not yet,” she said. “You’ll find out at the 20 week scan.”
“How many weeks is she now?” he asked.
The tech took some more measurements. “She’s measuring about 8 weeks right now.”
Eddie blew out a rush of air. 8 weeks seemed so early and so long at the same time. “And how many weeks are there in a pregnancy?” he asked, knowing he sounded like an idiot.
“There are 40,” she explained. “But twins often come early, around 35 weeks.”
Eddie paled at that. How was the pregnancy almost a quarter over already?? Nothing was ready. Nothing at all. He still didn’t even have a job, and these babies were coming so soon?
You both watched the screen for the remainder of the ultrasound. She printed you a strip of photos to keep, which you held close to your chest - you would cherish these. Eddie took one to keep in his wallet.
When she left, you cleaned the gel off your stomach. Eddie helped you wipe it up with paper towels.
“That was cool, huh?” you asked, smiling at Eddie as you pulled your shirt back down.
“Very,” he agreed, smiling back at you. “I can’t believe there’s really two in there.” He poked your belly.
“Me either.” You laid back. “Does that mean I’m gonna get like…extra huge?”
“Probably,” Eddie teased. “Beautiful no matter what, though.”
The doctor came in next, introducing herself and congratulating you both. She told you it seemed that the subchorionic hematoma had taken care of itself, so she felt it was nothing to worry about. She went over the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy, told you to start taking a prenatal vitamin, and instructed you to come back in a month.
With your ultrasound photos and appointment card in your hand, you and Eddie left the office. He helped you up into the passenger seat before getting in on his own side. “What do you want to do now, baby?” he asked you.
“I think we should go to the pharmacy for those vitamins,” you said. Your mind was entirely on the babies, wanting them to be as healthy as possible, especially after the miscarriage scare.
“You got it.” He started the van and drove in that direction, his music playing from the speakers.
You went in together when you reached the pharmacy. Eddie walked with his hand on your lower back, as if you might faint without him. You reached the correct section and found the bottles that said prenatal vitamins - you picked up one of the bottles, checking the price.
“Jesus. Why are these so expensive?”
Eddie looked over your shoulder, seeing the $30 price tag. “Shit. I don’t know, baby. But I don’t have enough for that on me.”
“Me either.” You sat the bottle back on the counter. “I guess it’ll be fine until we can afford it.”
Eddie was quiet. He felt like he was failing you and his babies. “I could sell-“
“No, Eddie,” you snapped. You did not want him selling drugs again. “We’ll figure it out. You started applying for jobs, right?”
Eddie was quiet for a moment. “Yeah. Of course I have.”
“Then you should have something soon,” you said, “and we’ll get it then.”
Eddie felt like shit walking out of the pharmacy with you empty handed. He felt like the biggest failure, just as bad of a dad as his own. He had spent some of the last of what he had on some weed - he knew it was wrong and that you had both agreed, but he was so stressed, he needed something. He felt horrible about it now, though.
He drove you back to your house. When he shut off the engine in your driveway behind your parents’ fancy cars, he looked over at you. “Are you sure you want to go in there? You know you can spend the night with me any time.”
“I know,” you said softly, almost like you regretted it immediately. “I’ll be okay. They’ll notice something’s up if I don’t come home at all. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay, baby.” Eddie leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
“I know,” you mustered up a smile as he pulled away from your lips. You didn’t really want to leave Eddie, but you at least had to stay until they went to bed. They weren’t completely stupid.
Eddie watched you climb out of the van and walk to your front door. He watched until you were safely inside - only then did he allow himself to start his engine and pull away.
You could tell something was off the second you walked into the house. Your dad sat in his chair looking smug, while your mom paced nervously. Your dad looked pleased to see you when you walked in.
“What’s going on?” you asked cautiously. You weren’t sure if you were prepared for the answer.
“What’s going on,” your dad said, “is that little boyfriend of yours is finally going to get what’s coming to him.”
Your blood froze. “What do you mean?”
“I had a talk with Officer Callahan,” he said. “And he agrees that Eddie needs to be taught a lesson. They have proof he’s been dealing.”
You felt sick to your stomach, like you were two seconds away from getting sick on the floor. “Dad, no. Eddie quit, he doesn’t do anything like that anymore. He’s a good guy, please.”
Your dad looked almost pleased with himself, like he was happy to see you so distraught. “He should have made better choices. Maybe this will set him on the right path.”
“Dad, come on. Don’t do this.”
“You need to grow up. You both need to grow up. You need to find someone who actually deserves you. Someone better.”
You felt like screaming. You felt like throwing something at your father’s face.
“It’s for the best,” your mom finally spoke up. “It will scare him straight, at least.”
Was this your fault? Were you ruining Eddie’s life just by being in it? Your parents were being ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean the police department would see it that way. You couldn’t stand the idea of Eddie getting in serious trouble, especially not with babies on the way.
You ran upstairs, picking up the phone on your bedside table. You dialed Eddie’s number, hoping he’d had the chance to get back home by now.
“Hello?” he answered, sounding confused.
“Baby,” you said. “My dad did something really fucking stupid.”
Quiet. Then, “What?”
“He said the police are after you for dealing,” you cried. “He said you’re going to get in trouble.”
“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “Your dad’s a real piece of work, huh?”
“I’m scared,” you admitted. “Really scared.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he said. He was always so calming to you, even over the phone where you couldn’t see his face or soak in the warmth of his arms. “But it’s going to be okay. I haven’t even been dealing lately. They’ve got nothing on me.”
“Are you sure?” you sniffled.
“I’m sure. Your dad’s just trying to scare us. He’s just a dick.”
You laughed, wiping at the tears on your face. “Yeah. He is.”
“Believe me, baby. We’re going to be okay.” You knew if Eddie were here he’d be brushing your hair behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You wished he was.
“Okay.” You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly, and if he said there was nothing to worry about, you were going to try to listen to him.
“I need you to get some rest, okay baby?” he said. “For yourself and for those little babies.”
“Okay,” you agreed. “I love you, Eds.”
“I love you too, babe.”
—
Eddie’s last day of school was nearing. He had put in his request to drop out, and had been putting in job applications all over. He was stressed, that was clear, and you felt bad, like it was all your fault.
The Hellfire Club didn’t know it was their last typical Hellfire meeting. Eddie walked in and the guys all looked up from where they’d been sitting, going over their characters.
“Well, boys, I have some news,” Eddie said, kicking one foot up onto his throne and leaning on his knee. This got everyone’s attention, and they leaned in closer, hanging on to Eddie’s every word.
“What’s going on?” Gareth asked. They could tell Eddie looked serious, and that scared them.
He held his hands out. “Well, it seems, that I…am going to be a father?”
The guys all just stared at him. “You’re what?” Jeff asked. “No fucking way.”
“No no no no no,” Gareth said, shaking his head like he was trying to clear the thoughts from it. “You’re not- huh???”
Eddie gave a halfhearted shrug. “I knocked up my girlfriend.”
“You’re not being serious,” Dustin said.
“There’s no way he’s being serious,” Mike added. “He’s full of shit.”
Eddie reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pulled the ultrasound photo out between his pointer and middle finger, holding it up. Gareth snatched it from his grasp, the guys looking over his shoulder.
Sure enough, it had your name written at the top. But that didn’t mean it was real. “Bullshit,” Gareth said. “This isn’t a baby. And there’s two little blobs. Nice try.”
“And that’s where we come to the second part of my news,” Eddie said. “It’s twins.”
The room froze. Everyone was looking up at their DM with horror and shock. “You’re being serious?” Grant asked.
“Dead serious,” Eddie said. “Those are my little beans in there.”
Everyone looked back down at the ultrasound, trying to make sense of it, of everything. They couldn’t wrap their minds around Eddie - their Eddie - being a father. It seemed absurd.
“So…” Dustin began, knowing there was more to the story.
“So…” Eddie contributed. “I’m dropping out. Have to get a job to take care of the babies.”
That sent a silence over the group. “You’re what?” Jeff asked.
“I have to,” Eddie said. “It’s the only way I can take care of my family, man.”
“Eddie, you’ve worked so hard to graduate. You’re just going to drop out your third senior year so close to graduation?” Jeff was hurting for his friend, being one of the only Hellfire Club members to be around for so long and see the work Eddie had put in. No one wanted to see Eddie fail at his goals.
“I have to,” Eddie repeated, dejected.
“And, wait-“ Gareth said. “What about the band, man? What about our dreams with Corroded Coffin?”
Eddie’s heart sunk. “I…I mean I can try to still be in the band, but-“
“But your family’s going to come first now.” Gareth snorted, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’d do this to us.”
“I didn’t get her pregnant on purpose, man,” Eddie said, getting frustrated with his best friend. “Shit happens.”
“‘Shit happens’? Really Eddie?” Gareth was getting more upset by the second, standing to face Eddie. “That’s what you have to say for yourself?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Eddie retorted. “My family is none of your business.”
“Your family, oh right,” Gareth scoffed. “I thought we were your family! I knew something was going to happen the second you started dating that girl-“
“Don’t talk about her,” Eddie said, his voice low, a warning.
Gareth was taken aback. “Jesus, Eddie. You really have changed.”
Eddie shook his head. “What, just because I love my girlfriend? Is it not metal enough for you to have a family with my girlfriend? Grow up, man.”
The guys were all speechless. This was not the Eddie they thought they knew. The Eddie who treated D&D and Corroded Coffin as the most important things in the world - his first babies. Now he was throwing them away in favor of you and the real ones.
“I understand why you feel the need to do this,” Dustin said, careful so as not to set Eddie off again, “but can’t we still have Hellfire Club meetings outside of school?”
Eddie thought for a minute. “You guys want to take it outside just so you can keep playing with me?”
“Hell yeah,” Mike said. “You’re the best damn DM we could dream of.”
Eddie cracked a smile at that. “Where could we have it?”
“My house?” Mike offered. “We have a whole basement we can use.”
Eddie nodded. “Okay. This could work. I might be a little busy, though. Being a dad and all.”
The guys laughed and congratulated Eddie - except for Gareth, who was still pissed off. Eddie didn’t miss the lack of support from his best friend. “Come on, man. Don’t be like this.”
“Be like what, Eddie?” Gareth questioned, standing. “Upset that you’re ruining the chances of the band ever making it? Upset that you’re just giving up on school and dropping out on your third attempt that you were definitely going to succeed this time? How can you just throw your life away?”
“Gareth, I don’t have a choice,” Eddie said, trying to get it through the drummer’s head. “These babies are coming. Nothing’s going to change that.”
Gareth didn’t calm. He gritted his teeth, looking Eddie in the eyes. “You’ve changed, man.”
“Yeah, you have to when you become a dad!” Eddie said, waving his hands around for emphasis. “Come on, Gare. You’re my best friend. You don’t want to be Uncle Gare to two extremely cute kids?”
Gareth dared to crack the tiniest smile. “Stop.”
“Just think about how cute they’re gonna be,” Eddie continued. “Little metalhead babies.”
Gareth was softening. He didn’t like the changes this promised, he didn’t want Eddie to grow up so fast, but he had to admit to himself the image of Eddie as a dad made him feel a little proud of his friend. “You gonna have them listening to Metallica in the womb?”
Eddie laughed. “Damn right.”
“Do you really have to drop out, though?” Jeff asked, still concerned. “What’s that going to do to you, dude? You’ve worked so hard.”
“I’m fine.” Eddie looked around. It was clear he was trying not to be affected, to look like he didn’t care. He clearly cared a lot. “It’s just what needs to be done. So I’m doing what I have to do.”
Everyone was quiet. No one had a better idea, but they didn’t want to see Eddie throw away his hard work, either.
“Okay, man,” Grant said. “Do what you have to do.”
“And congratulations,” Dustin added. “On being a dad and all.”
Eddie smiled a little. “Thanks, dude.”
“Yeah, man, congratulations,” Mike said.
Grant and Jeff congratulated him too, but Gareth still seemed upset. In agreement that the Hellfire Club would continue outside of school, everyone felt a little better, but their final campaign in the drama room was bittersweet.
—
Eddie got a job as a dishwasher at Benny’s. He hated it.
He had dropped out and was now working full time, doing something he absolutely hated - and he realized just how much dropping out affected him. He was depressed. He lost his sense of worth, feeling like the biggest failure imaginable. Took my senior year three times and still never graduated, he’d think to himself as he washed dishes until his hands were red and raw. Now look at me.
You didn’t get to see Eddie as often anymore. News was out at school - everyone knew Eddie dropped out because you were pregnant. At least you didn’t have to hide the belly anymore - you could dress normally at school. It was at home that you had to be careful.
You hadn’t heard anything else about Eddie getting in trouble, so you hoped your dad had just been bluffing. You never put it past him, though.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Eddie greeted you at the door as you reached it. He had just gotten off work and it was obvious, his eyes red and tired. He pulled you into his slender chest, his long arms wrapped around your body. You buried your face in his shirt.
“Missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.
“I missed you too,” he said, and he meant it. He missed you all day while he was at work. He thought of you and the babies constantly - do it for them.
You didn’t get to see Eddie as often anymore. He usually worked late, and by the time he was getting home you were going to bed. This was the first night you’d gotten to spend with him all week.
“They’ve grown,” he said as you stepped back, placing his hand on your belly.
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Word’s out at school. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it from my parents at this rate.”
Eddie frowned. He knew it would be bad when they found out. “You look cute,” he said, changing the subject.
“Thanks,” you blushed. “I don’t feel cute.”
“Being pregnant with my kids is a good look on you,” he smirked. “Maybe I’ll have to give you another one-“
“One pregnancy at a time, babe,” you laughed.
“Come on,” Eddie said, “I’m exhausted. I just want to hold you in bed.”
You weren’t arguing. He led you by the hand back to his bedroom - quickly cleaning up something on his bed and shoving it into the closet. You gave him a strange look, but didn’t push it.
He pulled his shirt over his head and laid down on the bed. You joined him, cuddled up against his chest. His fingers played absentmindedly with your hair while you laid together. Eddie turned, catching you looking at him. He smiled and pressed his lips to yours.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he muttered against your lips.
“Missed you more,” you teased back, but his kisses were quickly taking your breath away. You were breathing heavily, his tongue pressing into your mouth and exploring it eagerly.
His hand slipped under your shirt, brushing over the bump before reaching your tits. He palmed them over your bra, moaning into the kiss. You moaned lightly, hips involuntarily grinding against his, feeling him already hard beneath his jeans.
He slipped your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra, kissing all over the exposed skin, his tongue flicking at your nipples. They were more sensitive now and had you arching your back into him, his hands sliding along your back as he sucked on your tits.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “It’s been so long. I need you.”
“I need you too,” you agreed, your panties already soaked at the mere thought of having Eddie inside you again.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked, kissing back up to your neck. “I need you bad. But I don’t want to hurt them.”
“You’re not going to hurt them,” you promised him. “They’re safe in there.”
Eddie grinned. “Does this mean I get to fuck you raw now?”
You blushed, the idea sending heat straight to your throbbing core. “I guess so.”
Eddie groaned, diving back in to bite at your neck as his hand expertly undid your jeans. He pushed them down as much as he could before his hand was beneath your panties, tracing through your soaking folds.
“So ready for me,” he mumbled. “You want this just as bad, don’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” you moaned, writhing in your need to be touched.
“Looking a little desperate, baby,” he teased. “Do you need me?”
“Need you so bad,” you moaned. You had no shame, you were desperate for Eddie to fuck you and you wanted him to know.
Eddie groaned from low in his throat. He slipped a finger inside you, pumping it slowly. You gasped at the sudden feeling, then you were grinding your hips down, wanting more.
“Needy little pussy,” he whispered in your ear. “Look at how desperate she is to take me.”
You whined. Your mind was going hazy, you weren’t thinking straight. With Eddie’s finger pumping into you, his calloused thumb rubbing at your clit, and his mouth kissing and nipping at your neck, you were in another world.
“Need it now,” Eddie said, then he was sitting up, pushing his own jeans and boxers down and pulling your clothes the rest of the way off. His hard cock sprung free against his stomach, ruddy tip leaking.
Eddie lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside. He moaned, loud - his first time feeling you raw and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last more than two seconds. He couldn’t look at you like this - it was going to make him bust immediately. He buried his face into your neck instead, rolling his hips to push his cock in the rest of the way.
You whimpered, holding onto him tightly. Everything was so much more sensitive now, you felt as if you could feel every ridge and vein of Eddie’s cock, heightening the pleasure. His hips snapped into yours quickly, as if he’d lost control and needed more and more of you.
His old bed squeaked as he fucked you, his groans muffled into your neck. You gasped, tangling your fingers in his long curls, pulling slightly. That made him shudder, tightening his grip on your thigh, a choked moan coming from his lips.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he moaned, kissing from your neck to your shoulder and all over your chest. “You’re so beautiful. Feel so good. Your pussy is so perfect.”
You whined. “Feels good, Ed.”
“Yeah?” he panted, speeding up his pace just a little. “You like that?”
“Mmhmm,” you moaned, eyes falling closed.
“Tell me,” he breathed. “Tell me what you like.”
“I love when you fuck me like this,” you whined. “I love your cock.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You opened your eyes to see him staring intently down at you, eyes locked on your face, his cheeks tinged pink with the exertion and his impending orgasm. “It’s so big. Fucks me so good.”
Eddie groaned, his head dropping forward. His curls tickled your breasts, moving with his thrusts. “I’m so close,” he choked out. “Need you to cum for me.”
You were close, too. Especially when he reached down and rubbed against your clit, making you gasp. Everything was so sensitive, his touch sending electricity through your veins.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I can feel you- holy shit- you’re so tight around me-“
Eddie tried his best to hold back, but the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as you came sent him over the edge. He let out a strangled gasp that turned into a loud moan as his orgasm hit him abruptly, cumming deep into you for the first time - on purpose, at least. He rutted into you with shallow thrusts as he shot his load into you, body trembling from the intensity.
After he pulled out, he flopped onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving with his breaths. You eyed the posters covering his walls, his guitar - his sweetheart - hanging across from you. It was all so Eddie. God, you loved him.
“That was insane,” he laughed, turning on his side and throwing his arm across your waist. “I needed that, baby.”
You kissed his nose, then his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His hand rubbed over your belly, a goofy grin on his face. “All three of you.”
You fell asleep in Eddie’s arms, cuddled closely to his chest. You slept peacefully, feeling safe and loved.
Eddie had a different experience. He couldn’t sleep, mind racing with thoughts of his life and future. He stared up at his ceiling, a sinking feeling in his chest. He was so disappointed in himself. This was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to graduate, make something of himself. Instead, here he was, a high school dropout washing dishes with soon to be two children to support.
He was a loser, just like he’d feared. Just like his dad. He had done everything in his power to keep from this fate, but it was all for nothing.
Mostly, he felt guilty for the babies. What kind of dad could he be if he could barely take care of himself? He made so little at Benny’s - it was better than nothing, but not by much. How the hell could he pay for the things two babies would need? And what about you?
He knew you deserved better. All three of you deserved better.
The only thing that got him through was the weed. He had promised you he would stop, but he was smoking more. It was a daily thing now, every second he had that he could get high, he’d take it. He was so miserable with his life, he needed the release.
You would be furious. Eddie knew that. He knew he shouldn’t still be smoking, he shouldn’t be wasting the little money he had on weed. He had even been calling out on days he got too high - which happened decently often. He knew his behavior was only solidifying his status as a total fucking deadbeat loser, but he couldn’t help it.
He had to have something to keep him going. He was so fucking depressed he didn’t know what to do with himself. If the weed helped, so be it.
Eddie crept out of the bed, careful not to disturb you. He opened his closet as quietly as possible and pulled out his stash box. He had a joint already rolled, which he plucked from the box and stuck behind his ear as he grabbed his lighter from the dresser and walked outside.
Taking a seat on the front steps, he removed the joint from his ear and brought it to his lips, sparking it up. He took a deep drag, the pungent smoke creeping down into his lungs. He held it, then released, the smoke billowing out from his lips in big clouds.
The warmth took over his body quickly. He felt lighter, happier. Every drag of the joint made those negative thoughts float farther away. He wasn’t thinking about his shitty job, or the fact he was going to be a father, or that he had dropped out of school and pissed off all his friends. There were no worries.
summary: What happens when Eddie and Steve check out the same girl at a party? But then again... why would she pick just one?
warnings: SMUT (+18), p i v, threesome, fingering, hand-job, oral (f & m recieving), spanking, afab reader who is mentioned to be shorter than the boys.
words: 4.9k
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You were leaning against a wall outside in the garden of the house party. Accompanying your friends as they smoked. You weren’t complaining though, the summers in Hawkings were a challenge, but these cold breezes in the night made it all worth it.
You’d be having a nice night out with your friends if it wasn’t for the two boys leaning a few feet away staring at every movement you made.
They looked like opposites, and yet side by side they looked like trouble waiting to happen.
Eddie had noticed you first, eyes wandering on the characters in the garden until his eyes landed on you. He elbowed Steve, nodded in the direction of your friend group. In his mind was the idea that they’d both pick a different girl.
Little did they know they were both staring at you. You smirked, and slowly made your way over.
“Look at you two. Are you the entertainment tonight or just decoration?” You said, pulling out the honey-laced voice.
Steve laughs, amused. “Depends. Are you hiring?”
“Or auditioning?” Eddie jokes.
An hour passed in jokes and giggles. As if they were in a competition on who could make you laugh the most.
“Are you always this cocky?” you ask Steve with a smirk.
“Only when I’m around pretty girls” he tried a charming smile.
“Careful, Steve, you don’t wanna be too obvious” Eddie rolls his eyes, biting a laugh.
As the outdoor couch is finally free again, you move over there.
“For the lady, who’s as tall as a mouse” Eddie offers the couch cushion like he was presenting a throne, grinning.
“Oh, hilarious, no one’s ever made that joke before” you roll your eyes as you plop down.
“Are we not being original enough for you?” Steve snorted, flopping down beside you.
“Are these jesters too boring for you, princess?” Eddie jokes.
“Shut up” you roll your eyes, smirking.
“She’s such a princess. That’s your name now” Steve agrees after seeing it annoyed you.
“You just got knighted” Eddie comments
A group of younger girls across the garden giggled, eyes glued to Steve. You lean in and whispered just loud enough.
"Your fan club is assembling"
"Oh my God, look at his hair!" Eddie says mockingly.
"Just ignore them" Steve groans.
"Oh, poor you! So handsome is a curse!" you joke.
"Tragic. Someone get this man a cap and a pair of sunglasses!" Eddie joins in.
The giggling girls dare each other to go talk to Steve, shoving each other and giggling some more.
"They're planning their attack" you comment.
"I swear to god, if one of them calls me again, I'll jump in the pool" he complains.
"Relax, if they swarm, I'll protect you" you say.
"With what? Your fierce energy?" Eddie chuckles.
"She'll bite ankles" Steve laughs.
The younger girls keep getting closer, trying to act subtle.
"Okay, no, this is getting weird. They're like sixteen! One of them called me sir earlier!" Steve says.
"Aww, does sir Steve need a bodyguard?" you laugh.
"He needs help" he looks at you, pleading.
And you don't hesitate, you move onto his lap like it wasn't a big deal. One arm around his shoulders, the other hand playing with his hair.
The effect was immediate. The girls paused, their smiles turning into frowns, as they went back inside, bummed out.
"Holy shit, you're a genius" he says.
"I know, you're welcome"
Eddie rolls his eyes as if he was annoyed.
“Hey, you know who’s acting real smug?” Steve whispers in your ear as he nods towards Eddie. “Try to make him blush, only you would”
“Pff, good luck with that” Eddie steps in.
“Big talk for a guy who tripped over a cat earlier” you smirk.
“That cat came out of nowhere! And I don’t blush, sweetheart” He defends.
“So I can’t get to you?” you scoot closer.
“I’d like to see you try” he smirks.
“You have a lot of rings” you almost whisper since you got so close to him, as you trace your fingers on his rings.
“You like them?” he grins.
“I do, they really complete your look” you smile.
“I also can do this:” he says and takes one chunky ring off, to start rolling it finger through finger.
You see his trick but also get distracted by the cute face he makes as he’s concentrating, the tip of his tongue out of his mouth.
“You’re really cute when you concentrate like that” you giggle and distract him.
He fumbles a little to put his ring back on, and bites his lip to hide his grin.
“You okay over there, Munson?” Steve laughs. “Is that a little pink I see on your cheeks?”
“I’m fine, dumbass” he says.
“You can’t even say your own name!” Steve laughs.
“I did not forget my name! You two are evil”
You giggle as you plant a peck on his cheek.
From the way the two friends were handling the situation, you'd think they had done this before. But the truth is they had no idea what they were doing. Without noticing, they were both going for the same girl, and fortunately –or unfortunately, they were yet to see–, she seemed to like them both back.
“Maybe, but I’m not the one blushing over a five-foot minion” Steve comments and you shove him playfully.
But they were not overthinking this yet, they both let it happen. Watching you flirt with one and then the other.
You did notice they were very good friends, in the trust and confidence they had around each other.
But neither of the three of you tortured yourselves trying to figure this out. None of you knew what the hell was going to end up happening tonight, but you didn't trouble yourselves too much with it.
“I have a serious question” you start.
“Uh oh” Eddie muttered.
“Have you two ever kissed?” you ask, and that shut them up pretty fast.
Steve chokes on his drink. “What?”
Eddie laughs, nervously maybe. “Jumping straight into that one”
You shrug innocently. “You're very close. I mean, you bicker like an old couple and you seem to have known each other for a long time. It's a fair question”
“Sure, but… no. I don't think so?” Steve ponders.
“Once, kind of. Just a peck in a truth-or-dare dumb thing a few years ago” Eddie explains.
“That wasn't that long ago, it was the last halloween” Steve remembers now.
“Whatever” Eddie says, blushing a little again.
“You're both blushing. God, you're adorable” you laugh.
Steve throws a cushion at you but you catch it.
“I just think it's funny,” you lay back. “you act all cool and cocky but I say one thing and it’s middle-school in here all over again”
“Hey, I'm totally cool with kissing dudes” Eddie defends.
“Oh yeah? So kiss me” Steve calls his bluff.
“Maybe I will, big boy” Eddie doesn't give in.
“You're so flustered” you giggle.
“I hate her” the metalhead groans.
“No, you don't” you smile. “Come on, you both have wondered, I'm sure”
“I never-” Steve scoffed.
“Please, that dare doesn't count. I want a real kiss” you say.
“You want a performance, princess?” Eddie teases.
“You're the one in a band. I thought you liked putting on a show” you say back.
“Are you daring us right now?” Steve asks.
“Do you want me to dare you?” you smirk.
They glance at each other. Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching like are you thinking what I'm thinking?
And they were.
Without a word, Steve leans in first. Eddie smirks as he leans in too.
And then suddenly, they were kissing.
It started almost like a joke, just to mess with her. But as they grab each other's faces to shift closer, Steve tilts his head slightly, Eddie's hand on his jaw. The kiss becomes more real.
Meanwhile, you blink, almost in awe. You had front-row tickets to the cutest boys kissing passionately. And that shut you up pretty quickly.
When they finally pulled back, stunned at themselves, they noticed her staring.
“What the hell was that?” you're the first one to speak.
“That was you losing, princess” Eddie says.
“I think we broke her” Steve chuckles as he touches your cheek to see if you still breathed.
“I don't know who I'm more jealous of” you admit.
“Want us to help you decide?” Eddie teases her and you're the one blushing now. “Oh, you're really quiet now” he says, smug as hell, stretching one arm around your shoulders.
“That was fine, I've seen better” you try to act indifferent.
“Sure, that’s why you weren’t even blinking” Steve chuckles.
“I was blinking!”
“You weren’t even breathing” Eddie chimes in.
“You two are so cocky” you roll your eyes.
“And you’re so jealous” Steve smirks.
“I was kidding” you lie.
“So you don’t want a kiss too?”
“I-... maybe” you don’t break eye contact with him, not wanting to lose you upper hand, not wanting to seem desperate.
Steve was still watching you with that same amused glint. His hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You really are pretty, you know?” he lets out.
You blink, thinking of a teasing comeback but it just gets stuck on your throat. As he leans in, slowly, his eyes now on your lips, just before he kissed you.
Careful. Gentle. Like a movie kiss. The princess movies you used to watch as a kid.
His hand cupping your cheek as if you were to disappear if he wasn’t careful.
When he pulled back, you felt breathless. In another dimension.
Eddie was watching too, surprisingly quiet.
“Told you,” Steve murmurs, as if he was only talking to Eddie. “She’s the prettiest thing in this house”
It was so clear what he was trying to achieve in you. And you almost hated that he did it so easily.
“You do look like a dream” Eddie whispers in your ear while you were still reeling from that kiss.
You turn to Eddie now. You both smirk. His eyes darker.
“You okay, princess? Still breathing?” his voice low, only for you. You can only nod. “Yeah? He does the prince thing real well. With a hair like that? He grew up thinking he was in a Disney movie”
“Jealous much, Munson?” he responds. but Eddie didn’t answer back. His focus all on you.
He tilts his head slightly, and shows that grin again, leaning slowly.
“But did you ever kiss the guy your daddy would warn you about?”
You giggle at that, shaking your head.
“Wanna try?” he chuckles too. But before you could answer, he’s kissing you.
This one wasn't as careful. It was more confident, like he knew you wanted it before you did. His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you in.
When he pulled away, just barely, lips still brushing. He whispered: “Still breathing?”
“Shut up” you laugh.
The second you sit up again, they’re already bickering.
“I mean, obviously mine was better” Steve grins proudly.
“Please, your kiss was vanilla, sweet, sure. But I made her knees week” Eddie answers.
“You were too harsh”
“She liked it”
“I was literally right here, man. Her eyes fluttered after mine!”
“Oh yeah? Well, she grabbed me like-”
“Are you guys serious right now?” you step in.
“Deadly. I wanna know now”
“You’re so annoying” you complain, still smirking.
“But who was more charming?”
“Yeah? Well, who was more handsome?”
You look between them, as if weighing the options. Then leaned back and shrugged. “Honestly? I’m into both of you”
That made them pause.
“Why just pick one?” you ask innocently. “I could definitely enjoy both of you”
“Holy shit” Steve muttered.
“That’s not fair” Eddie shakes his head, eyes closed.
“You’ve been teasing all night. I deserved this” you smile.
“You’re evil” he says.
“Yeah? I am?” you imitate his pout.
“Yes, you are” he says and grabs your jaw to kiss you again.
As you and Eddie get lost between giggles and more kisses, you open your eyes to see where’s Steve.
You see his eyes going back and forth on the people that are still at the party, which is not as packed as it was a few hours ago, but there's still a few groups hanging out in here.
“Hey,” you call his attention. “everything alright?”
“Yeah, I'm trying to see how long it'll take all these people to leave… or if I can kick them out”
“You want me to kick some butt, Harrington?” Eddie sits back up, almost looking forward to it.
“No, dumbass. It'll be easier to let them leave on their own. It's getting late either way” he says.
“Should we leave too?” you ask and they both turn to you with a frown and a big smirk.
“No, you're not going anywhere” Steve says and gets up, grabbing your hand.
You quickly follow behind, checking to see if Eddie is too. The latter wraps an arm around your waist so he won't lose you.
Steve makes his way upstairs. Slipping through the hallway like kids sneaking past bedtime.
Once he gets to the door of his room, he opens it and lets you in first. “Ma'am”
You giggle and step inside, looking around all the trophies and pictures with friends, smiling at the various ones he had with Eddie, noticing how cute they both look in each of them.
The door clicking shut behind them.
It was quieter here, making you more conscious on the way your heart was beating faster. You sit on the edge of the bed.
Steve stands in front of you, close enough to touch. “Still into both of us?”
You look up at him, then at Eddie, who was leaning against the desk, arms crossed, watching you two with a grin.
You grin as well, “Very much so”
Steve's fingers start brushing up your legs, very slowly. “Very good, sweetheart”
Eddie comes to sit next to you, his thigh pressed to yours, making you feel warmer.
Steve brushes a hair away from your face, like he was admiring you. “You're beautiful”
“You're just saying that because I picked both of you” you laugh.
“No,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “he was thinking it before you even came to talk to us. Weren't you, Harrington?”
“I was” he admits.
“I told you she'd look really cute blushing” Eddie says to Steve while his lips brush your earlobe.
You turn your head to him, and Eddie catches your mouth with his. Slower this time, taking his time pulling you in.
Then Steve leans in, and you turn to him next, catching his mouth in a more urgent kiss. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks.
They both took their time with you. And you'd be lying if you said they weren't so fucking good at this. Each kiss was different, and every touch was building more.
Eddie's hands start to wonder. One on your back and the other making his way up in between your legs, reaching to the hem of your dress.
“You're gonna drive us both crazy, princess” he whispers in your ear as you keep making out with Steve.
He kisses your neck passionately. sucking, biting, making you moan into the other boy's mouth.
Steve pulls back and he sees how Eddie kept moving your dress upward and upward, almost catching a glimpse of your panties.
Eddie starts kissing you again, not letting you breathe properly after Steve that he's already pulling you in another.
The other boy sits on your other side and kisses your neck as his hands take liberty. He slowly moves up to your breasts, giving you time to move him away if you didn't want this. But you let him move freely.
As Eddie grabs your jaw and kisses you deeply, Steve starts playing with your breasts on top of the dress, massaging them and softly playing with the nipples, making you whimper in between the kisses.
Eddie moves down as he gets to your collarbone.
“Can we take it off, sweetheart?” Steve asks in your ear.
“Yeah” you almost moan. And he unzips the dress to move it slowly down your body, freeing you from the waist up.
The boys almost forget to breathe when they see you're not wearing a bra underneath.
“Mmph fuck,” Eddie says as he gets closer again to start kissing you there. “you're perfect”
“She really is” Steve lets out as he dives in as well. Each boy kissing, sucking and biting on your breasts, making you whimper and close your legs to find some friction.
Eddie is the first one to let go, he sits up and takes off his jacket and shoes, then takes off your boots as well.
You lay more comfortably on the bed, Steve next to you as he kisses you again. You move his shirt up and he takes it off completely.
Eddie joins you, laying behind you as he kisses down your back and takes your boobs in his hands again.
You arch at his touch and he bites your waist slightly.
When Steve gets up, the other boy flips you around to meet him now and goes back to kissing you. You take his shirt off and throw it to the floor, he gets rid of your dress as well, leaving you only in your panties.
“Fuck” Steve stands there palming his cock through his boxers now, as he already took his jeans off.
Eddie looks up at him and grins, he stands up as well, leaving you in the bed for their eyes only. He gets rid of his jeans as they had gotten really uncomfortable.
You lay back, catching your breath from all those kisses and stare at the two boys, their torsos, their happy trails and down to the tent they both had in their boxers.
Little did you know, they were doing the same to you.
“Who takes their underwear off first?” you smirk, sitting up.
“You are” Eddie smirks, already coming to take it off of you.
“No, wait!” you giggle. “you two… and then me”
“You are an evil woman” Eddie confirms.
There's a few seconds of silence as they wait for the other to do the honors.
“Alright, fine” Steve dares. He slides his red boxers down, letting them fall to the floor.
Steve is… big, his cock stands proudly, large and the tip already pink.
You bite back your smirk and move your eyes to the other boy.
Eddie chuckles, rolls his eyes, and lets his blue boxers down.
To no one's surprise, Eddie is big too. You start to worry about the state of your legs tomorrow.
Eddie's more girthy, not as large. Red tip wet with pre-cum.
“You're drooling” Steve teases you.
“You wish” you say playfully.
“Your turn, pretty girl” he reminds you.
“Can I?” Eddie asks, already grabbing your black panties. You nod and he gladly slides them off.
They both let out a low groan as their eyes only focus on you.
“She's so fucking wet” Steve tells Eddie.
“We barely did anything yet,” Eddie smirks. “you got that wet from a few kisses and touches, baby?”
“I wanna taste her” Steve comments and gets on his knees in front of the bed. He puts your legs on each of his shoulders and starts kissing your thighs.
Eddie lays next to you and pulls you in for another kiss. You moan in his mouth as you feel Steve licking your clit.
He slowly starts kissing and sucking on your clit, making you whimper.
“Yeah? Is he making you feel good? Tell me, baby” Eddie whispers in your ear, then kissing it as well.
“Oh, just like that” you let out.
Steve keeps sucking on your clit, making you feel so good already, as two fingers make their way to your entrance, letting them inside in one swift movement, making you arch back.
Your hands fly to his soft hair, pulling his head even closer.
“Don't bite that lip, sweetheart, let us hear you” Eddie murmurs next to you and you go kiss him again. He smirks and gladly kisses you back. His hand goes to your nipple, playing with it. One of your hands goes down to grab his dick, slowly stroking him.
“Mmm sweetheart, fuck” he moans and goes down to kiss your breasts.
Steve's fingers curl upwards making you moan and pull him closer with your other hand. His tongue flat against your clit, making you feel so close already.
“Oh god!” you scream as they both make you feel so good. “Right there, just like that!”
You stroke Eddie faster, trying to make him feel as good as you are. He keeps mumbling curses against your skin and gripping your waist harder.
“Oh, Steve! Eddieeee!” you moan louder as you feel yourself coming. That high feeling taking over, making your stomach whirl and your legs close, trapping Steve inside.
“Shit, stop, stop” Eddie moves your hand before he cums, getting too lost on your touch and watching you cum was almost making him finish as well.
As you come down, your legs loosen around Steve's head and he looks up laughing, mouth and cheeks shining.
“Come here, taste her” Steve tells Eddie as he pulls him in a hungry kiss.
“Mmh, fuck, so sweet” the other one moans.
“Tastes so good” Steve agrees.
“Shut up” you laugh, blushing.
“You feel okay?” Steve checks in.
“More than okay” you giggle.
“You wanna keep going?” he asks against your lips.
“Yes, please” you smile and kiss him. It's a sweet kiss in between all this passion. He lifts you up so you sit.
“How do you wanna go?” Eddie asks, hugging you from behind.
“I think we're already in position” you joke, Eddie behind you and Steve in front of you.
“You sure you can take Steve in your mouth?” Eddie asks and you all laugh.
“I think she can take it” He smirks.
“Don't you wanna fuck me, Eddie?” you tease him, moving your ass against him back and forth. He grabs your cheeks roughly and sits you on him, making you feel all of him against your pussy.
“You wanna play coy with me, princess?” He says in your ear.
“Mmm, Eddie” you try to move to feel the friction.
“I think he likes to be in control” Steve tells you, as an advice.
“That’s right, you do as we say” Eddie reminds you.
“Yes, sir” you say almost joking, but he liked that.
“Good girl, now go forward, all on fours for us” he slowly pushes you forwad, hands on the mattress and ass up.
Steve grabs a condom from his nightstand and gives it to Eddie so he puts it on.
Steve positions himself in front of you, carresses your cheek as he brushes his dick on your lips. “Open up, beautiful”
You do as he says and open wide, he slides inside your mouth. Slowly for now, allowing you to take your time.
Eddie brushes his tip on your pussy, collecting your slick. And then pushes it inside, inch by inch.
You moan agaist Steve and that makes him groan as well. He collects your hair and makes a ponytail on his hand, to guide you easily.
Eddie grabs your hips tighter once he's all inside. Throws his head back. “She's so tight”
“Yeah? Is she? We're gonna have to stretch her up” Steve comments.
You swallow your moans as you go to take more of Steve, one full hand is still on his base, stroking what you can't take.
“God, that feels good” Steve moans.
“Make sure you take all of Stevie now, you greedy little slut” Eddie says between his teeth. He's meaner than Steve, but that shift of their personalities makes you wish this was not just a one night stand.
You know you can play with Eddie and he will punish you, he will tease you to death. All while Steve feels bad and kisses it better.
You move your hips, making Eddie go faster. He doesn't like that you take over.
He grabs your hips, pulling you closer, making you feel even more full. You moan on Steve's cock.
“Oh you want more? I'll give you more” Eddie says and gives you a hard spank on your ass, making you whimper. All of this getting Steve closer and closer, the vibrations everytime you moan on his cock, your face struggling to take it all, the view of Eddie's cock slamming inside of you and his hand spanking you hard.
Your walls squeeze Eddie tigher, and he spanks you again just feel that.
“Shit, you're so hot. Our little slut” he murmurs as he goes harder. “She's gripping me so hard, man”
“He's not going anywhere, sweetheart” Steve giggles as he mocks you.
You force yourself to take more of Steve. Close your eyes and breath deeply through your nose and you take him further into your mouth.
“Oh yes, just a little more, baby” he moans.
And you do just that, with his help as he pushes your head slowly to take more of him, you suddenly feel his hairs against your nose and you keep him there as long as you can. Your eyes well up and you start coughing.
He let's you breathe. “Atta girl, I knew you could do it. Such a good girl”
Eddie smirks, loving to see you like that. And he doesn't help. Instead, he goes faster and starts playing with your clit, he knew you were getting closer.
“Oh!” you scream as you feel that high building up. Steve brushes your hair and leaves kisses all over you as you take it.
“Are you close, pretty girl? I can feel you squeezing me harder” Eddie moans.
“Yes! Eddie! I- I'm cuming” you cry out.
“Cum for us, lets us see you cum for us again, pretty girl, so beautiful” he kisses your shoulder as well.
“Oh my god! Oh yes!” you let yourself come undone.
And as Eddie feels you cuming around him, he slams faster into you, messier.
“You're so tight, you feel s'good. God, you're so pretty, hottest girl I've ever seen” he keeps rambling, mumbling while he cums.
You both lay back, Eddie throws the condom away, and you catch your breath between giggles as he gives you looks.
“You okay?” he smiles.
“I'm great,” you smile at him. “that was incredible”
“You're incredible” he smiles cheekily.
“Hey,” you turn to Steve. “you”
“Hey you” he smiles at you.
“You didn't finish” you say.
“I'm fine, I'll just take a shower-” he tries but you stop him.
“No, come here”
“But you're tired-”
“I said, come here” you smirk and he laughs.
He sits on the bed, next to you. His dick still standing, a little more red now, wanting attention.
“Grab another condom” you whisper as you sit on his lap.
Eddie sits up, smirking, ready to enjoy the show.
Steve puts it on and pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and he positions himself on your entrance. “Just tell me if you wanna stop”
“Don't worry” you say and he lowers you on his cock. “Mmph”
“Shit, you're right, she's so tight” he groans, talking to Eddie.
“Isn't she? It's like she doesn't let you escape” Eddie smirks.
“Yeah, man. Even after you fucked her, she's still gripping me” he agrees.
They keep talking as if you weren't even there, and it was turning you on even more. You jump on his cock faster.
“Look at the little bunny, still has my hand marked on her ass” Eddie smirks proudly. He wishes he could take a picture of you jumping on Harrington's cock with his own hand printed on your ass cheek.
Steve grabs your ass and moves you faster, biting on his lip as he's been edged all night, he's about to cum so hard.
Eddie notices that and gets closer to you, fingers on your clit to help you cum once more. “Can you do another one, princess? Be a good girl and cum on Steve's cock now”
“Oh fuck” you arch back, so close already.
“Go on, princess. Wanna watch you cum again, you look so perfect cuming for us” Eddie's fingers work on your clit a little too well, guitarist fingers, no doubt. Steve's cock still slamming into you, making you feel so full. It's only a few seconds later that they have you cuming again. Which obviously makes Steve finish too, he was trying to hold it so you could still cum.
After some minutes where you come back down, Eddie grabs you and pulls you on his lap, Steve gets up and throws the condom. He notices there's less noise downstairs now, there must be just a few people still hanging out that he'll have to kick out. He throws something on and gets out.
“Hey, let's go clean you up” Eddie whispers.
After a couple of minutes, Eddie and you get comfy on the bed. You put a DIO shirt on that you guess it's Eddie's. And then, Steve comes back up.
“They left, finally” he announces.
“You're just in time to stop the villain from stealing the princess” Eddie jokes.
“Make some room, idiot” Steve takes his jeans back off.
“Come here, big boy. The bed's warm and she's warmer”
