Smut Imagines

“How did we end up in this situation again?” Sam sighed, helping you up from your spot sprawled on the floor. You groaned as your aching muscles strained to keep you upright. 

“Witches, man. I’m sick of them.” Dean said gruffly as he picked the broken wood from his hair.

The motel room was a total shambles, tables and chairs shattered into smithereens, sink hanging off the wall, massive dents in the drywall. Rowena didn’t appreciate being followed and so had sent some demons that were on her payroll after the three of you. They didn’t have to do much as Rowena sent them with plenty of hex bags, enough to throw you about a good bit and cause a few days of ice packs and swelling but nothing too hefty. She’d grown fond of Team Free Will, just not enough to fancy a visit at the moment. Plus she did always enjoy putting people through just a little bit of hell. 

Two of the demons had fled after they saw their other companion getting knifed by Dean fairly swiftly. Unfortunately, he was the one with all the hex bags on him so you all still got dealt your fair deal of magical punches. Sam knelt over the dead demon, removing any hex bags that were left so that you could burn them quickly - before anything else untoward occurred. Dean was already ripping off his shirt to head for the shower. His torso had a few specks of blood over it, but nothing serious thankfully. It was probably just residual from his nose being bashed against the counter top earlier. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes trained on his bruised body as he stomped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. 

“Enjoying the views there.” Sam laughed from his position on the floor. You hadn’t even realised that he was looking at you. Or that you had been staring so intently at Dean.

“I was just, you know, making sure he wasn’t hurt.” You mumbled, looking around for a lighter to give to Sam.

He laughed again and rolled his eyes. “Sure Y/N, keep telling yourself that.”

It was true that you had a bit of a thing for the eldest Winchester brother, but you knew nothing would ever come of it. The two of you were bonded as a pair of best friends, family basically, and that was it. Your thoughts would just have to be satiated with a late night visit from your vibrating friend again…

“What the hell.” Sam muttered as he lifted a piece of paper from the demon’s suit jacket pocket. 

“What does it say?” You did once last once over on the demon before setting the hex bags alight in what was left of the sink. 

“Hello lovelies, I’ve left an extra little surprise for you to enjoy after the fighting is all over. I just can’t bear all the pining anymore, now anyone who has something to share will be able to share it soon enough.” Sam’s face was scrunched in confusion. “What does that even mean? Is it some kind of truth telling spell?”

You ran your hand over the back of your neck. “Well we burnt all the bags so surely that’ll be enough to remove any extra spells.” You looked up at Sam and playfully said, “Ask me anything. Then we’ll know whether I can only tell the truth.”

He grinned down at you. “Do you have a thing for my brother?” 

Your smile was replaced with a frown as you could feel your cheeks burning a hot red. “Of course not.”

“Well at least we know there’s definitely not a truth telling spell acting on us.” Sam moved out of your way before he was met with an inevitable smack. 

“Shut up and help me clear up this mess.”

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The car was all packed up and it was time to head back to the bunker. Rowena had got away this time and there was no point sticking around just to get attacked again. Sam was dropping the keys back to the front desk as you stood against the car door, Dean facing you. Now that the adrenaline was well and truly gone, a pain throbbed down your middle finger and through your hand. You grimaced and started inspecting the damage.

“You alright?” Dean nodded towards your cradled hand.

“Yeah, I think I may have just staved my finger or something. I don’t think it’s broken at all.” You tried moving it about and it was stiff but you could still just about move it.

“Here let me have a look just to make sure.” He reached for your hand. “Don’t want to get all the way home just to have to take you to a hospital.” He smiled jokingly at you. 

“Ha ha, very funny. I-”

The words caught in your throat. Not even a breath sneaked past your lips. Dean’s hand was touching yours, like it had done a million times before, but this time was different. This time it felt like your whole being had tightened up in preparation to explode. Time seemed to slow as you made eye contact with Dean and the feeling only got worse. There was a yearning in your chest that was so strong it felt as though you would die if you didn’t get closer to Dean right away. Arousal soaked through your underwear faster than it had ever done before, wave after wave of desperation spreading through your abdomen. You were too focussed on all the sensations hitting you at once to realise that Dean was feeling exactly the same thing - plus his dick was already straining hard against his jeans with the most painful erection he had ever experienced.

Before either of you could address the tension growing between you, Sam was in between the two of you, pushing so that he had you both at arm’s length from each other. 

“What the hell was that guys?” Sam’s face was contorted with worry. “You’re both just standing there like zombies.” He glanced down at Dean quickly. “Extremely horny zombies.” 

You were still trying to figure out what all those feelings were. The intensity of them had dimmed now that Dean wasn’t holding your hand, but it still left you dizzy at the thought. It was like an incredibly intense version of the butterflies and attraction you usually feel towards Dean. This couldn’t be normal though, it had to be-

“Rowena!” You and Dean blurted out at the same time. 

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The car ride home was a tense one. You made sure to sit in the back, as far away from Dean as you possibly could. Sam had his head buried in his laptop, periodically raising his head to side eye the two of you. Presumably he was researching what spell Rowena had managed to cast, but truthfully, at this moment, you didn’t really care. Everytime you even glanced Dean’s way it felt like a hot flush came over you and arousal pooled in your underwear. Out of the corner of your eye you would see Dean take a glance at you and then shift in his seat. He seemed to be having the same kind of issues as you. 

As soon as you were back at the bunker and parked in the garage, all three of you jumped out of the car. 

“You two,” Sam frantically waved his hands, “better stay the hell away from each other. Until we figure out what is happening with this spell.” 

“As far as we’re aware, this spell isn’t even harmful.” You joked.

Sam spun to glare at you, extending a blaming finger in your direction. “That is the spell talking. We don’t know what the spell does, so neither of you even breathe in the same direction until I figure this out.”

Dean rolled his eyes behind Sam. Thankfully Cas walked into the room which broke the tension a bit. And also gave you something else to focus on for the moment.

“Cas! Let’s go watch a movie or something. I need a good distraction.” You ran up to him and linked your arms together, leading him back in the direction that he just came.

“Are Sam and Dean not joining us?” He asked, peering back at the boys over his shoulder.

“No.” All three of you said at once.

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You were two episodes into The Office and things weren’t going well. Cas was very kindly sitting with you on your bed, you always enjoyed his company, but it felt like you were in a slowly heating oven set to the highest temperature. The arousal in your core was so intense that it almost felt like you were on a heavy period. No matter what you did, your longing for Dean was only getting stronger. It was like you could feel him moving around the bunker, waiting in hope that he might come in and put a stop to this aching in your body.

“Do you mind if we take a quick water break?” You asked Cas, getting up from the bed.

“I better come with you…” He awkwardly followed you out of the room, trying to act casual as he prepared to move you out of Dean’s way at any moment. 

You had filled him in on everything that happened. His only real reaction was to ask So you reciprocate Dean’s feelings? This wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to find out, but it makes sense why the spell is only working on the two of you. Maybe after all this is over, you could have a proper conversation about it.

As you rounded the door to the kitchen you saw Sam and Dean tapping away at their laptops. Dean was about to take a sip of his beer when he spotted you, consequently causing him to spill the beer all down his front. Cas quickly stepped in front of you as if to protect you from seeing the person you clearly knew was there. You sighed and forced yourself to walk over to the sink and get a drink of water. A tense silence fell across the room as Sam and Cas looked between you and Dean suspiciously. After at least a minute or two of excruciating silence, Sam’s phone started ringing. He answered and his look of confusion quickly turned to a sour frown.

“How did you get this number?” Sam said through gritted teeth. Each of you turned to watch him as he mouthed the word: Rowena. 

Sam placed the phone on the table and pressed the speaker button.

“I’m a witch Samuel, I don’t know what you don’t get about this yet.” Rowena sighed across the phone.

“What do you want Rowena?” Dean said gruffly. Even the sound of his voice was sending shivers down your spine.

“Awk Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you might be…otherwise occupied by now.” You could almost hear her smirk emanating from across the phone. 

“What have you done to us?” You called from across the room, not daring to move any closer, even keeping your gaze directly on the phone so that you didn’t fall prey to any more intense waves of arousal.

“Oh and Y/N pet, well I suppose if Dean is here that would explain why you’re not busy either.” As if she could sense Sam’s frustration bubbling, she continued on, “ I just thought I’d throw in a wee freebie with the rest of your beatings. This spell only brings the truth out, nothing more.”

“How do we get it to stop Rowena?” Cas asked, becoming equally as frustrated as Sam.

“You don’t need to stop it. I was almost as sick of Dean and Y/N’s pining as I was of you following me; so I decided to do something about it.” She giggled from across the phone. “The spell will end when the two of you stop avoiding the truth.” Silence resonated throughout the room. The thoughts going through your head right now, you needed to get out of there. But in storming out of the room, you didn’t hear the final sentence that Rowena uttered before ending the call.

You were almost in your bedroom when you heard shouting coming from the kitchen and the sound of heavy boots on the floor, getting closer and closer to you. Something in your head told you to keep going and not turn back, but your body couldn’t help but stop dead. As you peered over your shoulder, you caught Dean’s eyes just before he laid a hand on your shoulder. And then the spell took over.

Almost instantaneously, you had twirled round to face Dean, and he’d slammed you back against the wall. His lips on yours, hands racing all over your body, it felt like the fire in your belly was finally being quenched. Equally, you were only getting desperate for more. Dean’s hands moved underneath your thighs and hoisted you up so that your legs were resting around his waist. He started grinding his cock against your clit with so much force, you thought you were going to cum there and then. 

Suddenly, Dean was being ripped away from you. Your feet hit the floor with a slam. As you tried to regain your balance, you looked up to see Sam and Cas holding Dean back. 

“Dean, you can’t do this. There’s consequences to this, probably more sinister ones that we don’t even know about.” Sam called out gruffly. 

“You heard her, there’s only one consequence and we can deal with that as it comes.” Dean said as he struggled against his brother’s grip.

You tried to follow them down the corridor, but Cas left Dean’s side and pulled you out of the corridor and into your bedroom.

“That’s not a good idea Y/N.” Cas said, holding you at arms length.

You didn’t struggle against him, no matter how much you wanted to. “Why not Cas? Surely if Dean and I just get this out of our system then everything goes back to normal and it’ll be fine.”

Cas furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “Did you not hear the last thing Rowena said?” You ran through the conversation again in your head, but nothing different was coming to mind. Cas sighed, “The spell - it’s basically a sped up version of a hit from cupid’s arrow. You and Dean already had feelings for each other and this spell is bringing all of this up with incredible intensity. Everything, including the need to…procreate.” 

The two of you fell silent. Logic was telling you that this was insane, you couldn’t possibly get pregnant at the moment, it was far too dangerous. However, your desire was coming up with excuses. The chances of you getting pregnant on the first go was slim to none, the two of you could hold back from letting it go that far - anything to feel Dean’s body pressed against you again.

Cas could probably tell that you were spiralling again in your head. “Y/N, we need to find another way. Rowena could still have put something extra in the spell and we can’t risk the two of you getting hurt for the sake of some sex. Just stay here until we figure something out.” And with that Cas left to go help Sam.

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Four hours later you were still stuck in your room, trying to fill your head so full of TV shows and movies that you couldn’t think about anything else - unfortunately it wasn’t working. The only thing that you wanted to think about was how you felt whenever Dean finally pushed you up against that wall. Even without the spell, you had been waiting for that moment for a long time. Now that it was finally here there were so many mixed emotions in your head. Did Dean really want this too or was it just the spell? After the spell wears off would you guys still be friends - or more?

“I have to get rid of this horny fog in my brain or I’m going to explode.” You muttered to yourself.

Suddenly your bedroom door swung open. “I can help with that.” Dean said gruffly, his voice full of lust. “Or maybe I’ll just make it worse.”

Before he could move an inch closer, with every bit of restraint you had, you held up a warning hand. “Cas?” You questioned.

“On a food run.”

“Sam?” 

“Tied up in a locked room in the other end of the bunker.”

Your warning hand wavered slightly. No one was here to interrupt you, no unaltered mind to be the voice of reason. “But what if Rowena was lying, and the spell is something more.” 

Dean paused for a moment. His chest rose and fell heavily as his cock twitched in his pants. The look in his eyes was that of a man that wanted nothing more than to be in your bed. 

He took a deep breath and said, “I don’t care.”

You stood up in just enough time for Dean to barrel forward and pull you into his arms. One hand on the back of your head, pulling you into another bruising kiss, the other gripping your waist tight enough that you let out a pleasured squeal. 

“Oh, you like it rough? Well I can give you rough.” His mouth traced down your cheek and onto your neck. Lips sloppily kissed down to your shoulder, sliding your t-shirt to the side. Suddenly, he clamped his teeth down, eliciting a guttural moan from you. Dean growled into you, hands roaming down to your hips so that he can pull you even closer into him.

In a flurry of groping hands and fierce kisses, the two of you were naked. Your bare, burning skin touched against his and the fire ignited itself even deeper than before. That first touch of your breasts against his torso, pushing and heaving to get a breath in between the kissing. His rough, calloused hands meet the soft small of your back, pulling you into this tight embrace. But most of all, it was the feeling of his hard, throbbing cock pressing into your stomach that made you sure that there was no turning back from this moment. You both needed each other with such intense passion and desperation that you don’t think Sam or Cas could pull you away from each other now.

Dean shoved you down onto the bed. You manoeuvred yourself into a better position so that Dean could place himself in between your legs. He quickly moved down to place his forearms on either side of your head, reconnecting his lips with yours. You gasped. His hips were grinding into you, rubbing his bare cock desperately along your slick entrance.

“No foreplay then?” You giggled nervously, the tension in your stomach getting worse by the minute.

Dean grabbed your face roughly in his hand, bringing it so close to his that you were brushing lips when he spoke. “Baby, I can’t bear to wait another minute without my cock inside you.” His fingers felt as though they would leave bruises on your cheeks, causing you to whimper and grind up into him quicker. You felt his forearm press hard into your chest as he moved his other hand. A needy groan left your lips as the head of his dick settled onto your entrance. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you, wanted this. I need you Y/N.” And with that, he pushed himself deep inside you in one stroke.

Without missing a beat, he started a punishing pace pounding into you, thighs slapping against thighs, his hand tangled in your hair and exposing your neck to his mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you let the tsunami of pleasure roll through you.

“Keep looking at me baby. I want you to watch everything I do to you.” Dean groaned. You refocused your gaze on his lust filled eyes - this only made the pleasure more intense. His pounding never stopped. But in that moment, you managed to grasp some clarity that seemed to slip more and more by the moment.

“Dean-” You tried to sound serious but it just came out as a high-pitched moan.

“Oh fuck, I love hearing you say my name like that.” His thrusts sped up, perfectly hitting your g-spot with every stroke. Your next sentence never came out, just a string of moans and curses. “Cum all over me baby, I want to hear you fucking screaming my name.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed, pressing your abdomen into his. It felt as though your inside were never going to stop convulsing and pushing pulse after pulse of pleasure through your veins. You probably were screaming, but you couldn’t even focus on that at the moment. Dean suddenly pulled you into a fierce kiss, slowing his pace but making them even deeper and more sensual than before. 

As you came down from your high, you realised that the feeling of need in your chest hadn’t lessened any, if anything it had got bigger. Then you remembered what Cas said about the spell.

“Dean, I can feel the spell. What Rowena did, I think Cas was right. It won’t stop until…until we…”

“Until we start making babies?” Dean asked. The two of you both seemed to tense at the admission of what the spell wanted. Dean’s continued thrusts even stuttered for a moment. “Maybe once I cum then it’ll all be over. I’ll just have to make sure to pull out.”

“No matter how much we both want it, you can’t cum inside me.” The words hurt coming out of your mouth. There was nothing you wanted more than to let him have his way, do what the spell wanted you both to do, but you knew that it wasn’t the best idea at all.

“Well how about you get on top baby and make me cum. We’ll make sure that no baby making goes on today.” Dean smirked.

You gladly swapped places, straddling his lap. Watching him look up at you hungrily, powerful thighs and firm abdomen framing his twitching cock, it was mesmerising. If you weren’t currently being compelled by a witch’s spell, you’d love to take your time to fully enjoy the situation at hand. But you needed one thing and one thing only right now, so you put your knees on either side of his hips and sunk down on his cock. 

As you started to grind down on him, he roughly grasped at your chest. He was thoroughly enjoying the show that you were putting on for him, your hips moving so smoothly that he was being brought to orgasm far quicker than he ever thought possible. The stretch and pull of him inside you doing the same for you. 

The room was filled with pants and groans and squeals of pleasure. Or maybe that was the bed. It was hard to tell at this point. Your pace quickened as you began chasing your second orgasm. Dean’s hands scraped down your sides to rest on your hips, helping to guide you onto him.

“Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum again.” You threw your head back as the ecstasy flooded your head making you dizzy.

“Y/N.” Dean spoke gruffly. It was the first time during all of this that he had actually used your name. It made you double take, but he made sure to keep your pace up using his hands to move you. “If you say no then I’ll stop, no questions asked. But if you want this as much as I do then I’m going to cum so deep inside you that you’ll be finding it for the next week. Fuck the consequences, we can deal with those later.” Without thinking you started to move against him again, his hands gripping you harder and harder, making it so that you were as close as the two of you could possibly be. He started thrusting up into you, hitting a new level of ecstasy that you didn’t know existed. “Just say no and I’ll stop right now. Say yes and…” Neither of you could look away from each other’s eyes as every bit of logic ran through your head at once. You were quite literally on the edge as Dean’s hips started to stutter.

“Yes.”

Dean quickly pulled himself to sit up and embrace you, pulling you hard onto his thrusting cock. As his lips met yours the two of you exploded into a joint orgasm. All rational thought left your head as his cum pumped deep inside you, his cock pressing against your walls with every pulse. It felt as though the two of you were connected on every level possible. 

As the two of you finished orgasming, Dean still held you tight against him. Your chest pressing against his as you both tried to regain your breath. The need in your chest had died down to the normal amount that you usually had for Dean. The spell must have worn off.

“Are you guys fucking kidding me?” 

You and Dean suddenly turned to the door. Sam was standing there in the doorway, the vein in the side of his head sticking out to an alarming degree. Cas was standing behind him, gawping at the scene in front of him. 

Here was the beginning of the consequences.

The hot water droplets from your shower clung to your flushed skin. Tonight you had decided to take your time, do a full self-care routine complete with shaving, exfoliating, cleansing - the whole lot. Your parents were out of town for the night watching some theatre production in a neighbouring town, so you had the house all to yourself for once, and you were definitely going to make the most of it. Trying to get perfect grades, as well as keeping up with all the shit that happens in Hawkins in general that only your friends ever had to deal with, was absolutely exhausting. And having the night to unwind was such a pleasant surprise. 

You were about to wrap the towel around yourself when you realised that you could do whatever you wanted. Why be uncomfortable wearing a towel when you could lie freely on your bed with the nice night breeze coming in through the window. As you walked into your bedroom and closed the bathroom door behind you, a sudden noise made you jump, instinctively trying to cover yourself with your hands. 

“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The voice repeated over and over in a panic from your bedroom window. Eddie fucking Munson.

“What the hell Eddie?!” You shouted at him, but beckoned for him to fully enter the room instead of hanging halfway through the window.

Eddie’s eyes continued to flicker back and forth between your body, your face and any other point in the room that he could rest his eyes on. He seemed to be really struggling with not looking at your naked body. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to hang out. I didn’t think I’d find you like this.” He motioned up and down your body. A small smirk came over his face. “Not that I don’t mind of course.”

You were trying to stay annoyed with him, but you never could. A small smile pulled at your frowning lips as you turned your back on him and reached for the towel. Little did you know that he took this moment to thoroughly enjoy the view of your ass, glistening with the leftover dew from your shower, his cock getting harder by the moment. Now he was the one trying to cover up his crotch, except he chose a pillow from your bed that he’d sat down on.

“My parents are actually out of town, I’ll have you know. Hence why I’m walking around like this.” You turned back round but the towel was already well and truly covering anything of interest. Eddie didn’t take his eyes off of you as you sat down on the opposite end of the bed from him. You crossed one of your legs underneath the other one, causing the towel to ride up slightly. Eddie’s eyes travelled up the smooth landscape of your thighs, but that was all he could see because of the towel. He swore he had never been harder in his life - the tease of almost seeing you after months of being your best friend and lusting after you.

“Mm yeah, use your big fancy words like ‘hence’.” He giggled at his own statement.

You laughed and shook your head. “If you’ll give me a moment then I can get properly dressed and then we can hang out.” 

Eddie raised his hand in a stop motion almost too fast. He tried to play it off cool, running his hand through his long curly hair, “You don’t have to get dressed, you know, it’s your night and I don’t want to intrude on that. I’m completely fine with you staying in your towel, or…not - if that’s what you’d like.” That damn smirk again.

You felt like you knew what he was getting at, but you didn’t want to do anything rash. If he was really flirting with you, and not just being charming Eddie, then you needed him to make the first move. However, the growing warmth between your thighs was making that increasingly difficult.

“How is it fair if I have to be in this state of undress and yet you get to remain in your many, many layers that you like to wear?” You gestured at his jacket on top of a shirt on top of a t-shirt. “Especially since you left the window open on your way in.”

Eddie immediately jumped up and closed the window with a quick thud. Maybe he was trying to be coy, but you certainly didn’t miss him silently pull the curtain shut behind him. “I suppose it’s only fair if I make it more of an even playing field.” 

Both of you simultaneously had the exact same thought. Is this really happening? Will you really be able to take it all the way and indulge in the fantasies you’ve been harbouring for months and months?

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off you as he slowly reached up to remove his jacket. Your eyes flickered between Eddie’s eyes and his jacket falling off of his shoulders. The silent tension in the room remained as he also removed his dark green shirt, leaving him in just that plain white t-shirt that clung deliciously to his shoulders and arms. This felt so different from all the other times that you had been casually - platonically - hung out together, half the time in this very room, as best friends but no more. Until now.

The air seemed to thicken considerably as the two of you maintained the type of eye contact that meant you were trying desperately not to look elsewhere. In his peripheral vision, Eddie could see that you had subconsciously loosened your grip on the towel, and it was slipping low enough that your cleavage was visible, on the verge of uncovering the rest of that delicious sight.

You had to force your eyes to remain trained on his, even as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt. Even as he pulled it over his head and off of him entirely. Even as his movements slowed even more as he reached for the button of his jeans. That was all the confirmation you needed.

You jumped up and pulled Eddie in for a deep kiss. He didn’t waste any time in grasping onto your back with one hand and hip with the other, pulling you closer to him. Bare chest touching bare chest. That’s when you realised that you must have dropped your towel in your hurry to close the distance between the two of you.

Eddie broke away from your lips ever so slightly and let out a breathy laugh. “Whenever I climbed in through your window, like I’ve done so many times before, I didn’t expect this. It’s been quite the pleasant surprise.”

You giggled. “Well then let me surprise you some more.”

Before he could complain about you moving away from his lips, you had pushed him to sit on the bed and descended until your knees were on the floor, perfectly positioning you between his legs. Now you could let your eyes drift wherever you wanted, but still you loved looking up at Eddie’s eyes, trained on you like he couldn’t bear to look away. 

Moments later, you had removed the remainder of his clothing. “The playing field really is equal now.” You joked. But you were too entranced by his erection twitching in the cold air of the room. Your pussy throbbed. As you grasped your hand around his length, he let out a quiet gasp of pleasure. This was all you needed to start a steady pace on his dick with your hand and mouth.

Eddie flung his head back in pleasure. You made sure to give his tip an extra suck every time you reached it, making him twitch and flail under you with sensitivity. When you were becoming too slow for his liking he placed his hand on the back of your head, making sure not to force you onto his cock, but with a feeling of desperation. “Please Y/N, I need you to make me cum.”

“I need to have my fun too.” You smirked as you stood up, motioning for him to shuffle further onto the bed. He gladly obliged. You ran your eyes up and down every bit of his body, completely entranced by every piece of him. “God, this is so much hotter than I imagined.” 

Now it was his turn to smirk. “You’ve been imagining this?” You blushed as you crawled up the bed to straddle his hip. He rested his hands so naturally on the back of your thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ve been imagining this for a long time.” Before you could respond, he was guiding you down onto his dick. 

Your wetness allowed for the journey to the base of his dick to be pain-free. All you could feel was his hardness dragging deliciously along your walls, and the incredible stretch of suddenly being full. Eddie moved his hands onto your hips so that he could press your crotches as close together as possible, allowing you time to adjust. 

“So darling, why don’t you go ahead and have your fun?” Eddie slurred up to you.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hips quite quickly found a fast and steady pace, grinding down on Eddie’s cock. The pleasure coursing your veins was only escalated with every moan and groan leaving Eddie’s lips. 

“Fuck, I love your noises Eddie.” 

He grinned through the pleasure. “They’re all yours Y/N.” 

He reached up and grabbed onto both your breasts, massaging them as best he could given how much you were moving him about. His cock was hitting your g-spot with every movement. Eyes rolling into your head, hips speeding up to chase that high, Eddie only had to say one thing to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me Y/N. Cum for me so that I can fill you up until you can’t stand for the pleasure.”

You grabbed Eddie’s chest as you rode out your incredible high. When you were done, there was nothing, not even the tiredness of post-orgasm bliss, keeping you from making sure he fulfilled his promise.

In a flash, your feet were placed on either side of him, your hands bracing you against his chest. 

“What are you…”

Eddie couldn’t finish his question before you start moving up and down his dick, forcing your full body weight down with every movement so that he was hitting the deepest parts of you. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched. It was as if he was trying to say something but all that was coming out was ever-growing moans of pleasure. 

“Fill me up Eddie, please cum so hard in me that I’ll be feeling it for days.” His hips suddenly bucked up so hard you thought you might fall off of him. However, he held you tightly onto him by the hips. You could feel his dick twitching over and over again inside you.

Finally, he let out a breath that he had been holding. “Shit Y/N, we should have done that a long time ago.”

The door closed gently behind you. After the kids had all been dropped home and you made sure everything had gone to plan, that everyone was still alright, you and Steve had headed back to his. You were now standing in the big, empty house, Steve’s parents away once again. After everything that had happened tonight, the silence of the house was too uncomfortable, and yet neither of you could bring yourselves to do anything. You were safe, everyone was safe, but the crushing sadness came all the same.

You stood still, looking up at the stairs ahead of you, unable to unlock your eyes. Steve was locking the front door tightly, no haste in his movement as you were sure he was feeling just like you were. He made his way around you so that your gaze into nothingness was broken by his tall frame. You slowly looked up at him. His face was looking slightly better, but Billy had really messed it up, never mind all the dirt and upside-down crap covering him. Not that you would really look much better than him.

He reached out and lightly grasped your hands in his shaking ones. “We need to get you cleaned up.” The lump in his throat was very clearly audible, tears forming more and more with every word. “You can go ahead into the shower first if you’d like-”

“No.” The word came out more sternly than you had meant it. “I mean, I don’t really want to be alone right now. Plus I need to look after you too.” You tried to smile at him, but the cracking of your voice gave you away.

Steve looked down at you, tears flooded his eyes and his mouth scrunched into a sad smile. He nodded, but didn’t move, apart from to look down at the ground in between you. Tears started streaming readily down his face.

“I thought I was going to lose you Y/N.” He spoke in between sobs. “I thought I was going to lose you and you couldn’t bear it. I would’ve done anything I could to protect you.”

Both of you were now sobbing into one another. Steve wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you into him so hard that you thought he’d never let you go. Your cries were muffled as you pressed your face into his chest, wanting to stay as close to him as possible. 

“I’m not going anywhere Steve, I’m staying right here with you.” You whimpered into his chest.

After what seemed like an age, he moved away from you ever so slightly. Before you could ask if he was alright, he started leading you upstairs to the shower with him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before but, for obvious reasons, this time was different. Even his hand on yours was so gentle. 

There was a bathroom attached to his bedroom, so you made a quick pitstop to remove your grimey and torn clothes. You made a mental note to get the washing done before his parents saw. Undressing was not a quick affair, each of you had to help the other remove clothes so that you didn’t aggravate other injuries or painful muscles. The brush of his fingertips along your sides helped you to stay grounded in this moment, rather than your head running through the memories of that night.

 Steve turned the shower on as you were tidying the clothes into a pile by the bedroom door. He came back into the room to lead you towards the bathroom with him. As you entered, the layer of building steam hit your body like a cleansing force. The warmth was a friendly reminder that you were safe. 

“Is your leg okay to stand on while we’re in here?” Steve asked.

You had sustained a large gash down your right leg during your time in the tunnels, which you had almost forgotten about until your thoughts were brought back to it and a stinging sensation spread through your leg. 

“I think I’ll be fine, I just need to make sure there’s no shit in it that gives me an extra dimensional infection.” Your smile felt softer and easier to maintain now as you looked up at a worried Steve. 

He returned your smile and quietly nodded his head. Then he helped you get into the shower without slipping, quickly joining you after he knew you were steady. There was more than enough room in the shower for you both to be there, but you still stayed close to each other.

Over the next half an hour or so, you both carefully and methodically helped each other clean the multitude of grimey things off of your body, hair, faces. You made sure that Steve’s face was going to be alright after his fight with Billy. He made sure that your leg was cleaned out and promised to find some bandages once you were nice and dry. The warm water had helped to ease some of the strain out of your muscles, you were starting to feel more like yourself again.

You turned the shower off but before you could get out of the shower Steve gently put his fingers under your chin, bringing your lips up to meet his in a sweet kiss. You reached your hands up to rest on his waist so that you could deepen the kiss. 

“I promise I’m never going to let anyone take you away.” Steve’s lips still brushed against yours as he spoke. The lump in your throat returned. “And I’m going to take care of you, no matter what.”

And with that, he led you back into the bedroom, guiding you to lie on his clean sheets. He climbed over you so that he could continue kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him as close as possible to you. His dick was quickly hardening against your entrance as his kisses became lustful and longing. 

He reached his hand under your thigh to guide the head of his erection into your entrance. “May I?” He asked lovingly, not wanting to push you further than you were willing to go. However, in this moment you needed nothing more than for him to be as close to you as possible, physically, emotionally…everything.

“Please Steve, I need you.” And then he was pushing his way inside your wet pussy. 

He held you tight as he pumped in and out, there seemed to be no space at all between you. His head rested over your shoulder so every small moan and whimper that escaped his lips went straight into your ear, sending vibrations of pleasure straight down your spine to join the mounting tension in your core. 

The pace was slow, but deep, and every movement was purposeful. You grasped at his back, grinding yourself back up into him, causing his hips to stutter slightly before he continued. That tension inside you was quickly building up to a breaking point. Steve could tell by how much you were tightening against him.

“Let go for me baby.” He whispered in your ear. 

Your nails dug even deeper into his back as a tidal wave of euphoria swept through your body. Not only was the pleasure resonating through your body, but all your love for this man seemed to take on a physical sensation that was passing back and forth through your connected skin. 

Mid-orgasm, Steve’s hips started bucking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside you. You could feel his lower abdomen tensing and untensing against your stomach with every spurt of cum that he let out. 

When you had both come down from those highs, neither of you wanted to move from this position where it seemed as though you couldn’t possibly get any closer to each other.

“I love you Y/N.”

“What, on God’s green earth, are you fucking talking about Robin Buckley?” 

Robin collapsed onto your bed in a fit of laughter. Neither of you could take enough of a break from your laughing to continue the talking. It was moments like these that you loved with Robin, the two of you losing it over the silliest thing. Then there was also her cheeks burning red, her toothy grin, the way her hair fell over her face…

Finally Robin managed to suck in a breath. “I don’t know dude. I didn’t think girls actually wore lacy underwear, at least not all day long. I thought it was more of a movie thing.” She giggled again. “I just don’t see the appeal.”

You shook your head, finally righting yourself after the laughing fit. “You’re missing out, here let me show you.”

An idea had sparked in your head. You and Robin had been friends for quite a while now and you’d always had a thing for her, but it was really difficult to try and bring something like that up when most people aren’t too fond of women loving women. Because you had been friends for so long, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to get changed together, for example if you’re having a sleepover. So maybe if you “platonically” showed her some of your really nice lacy underwear, that might spark something new between the two of you. 

Robin looked confused as you grabbed something from your drawer and headed out your bedroom door. You flashed her a grin. “Back in a mo.”

When you re-entered the room in your dressing gown your heart was beating a mile a minute. What if this didn’t work and then you had to deal with losing one of your closest friends, as well as becoming an outcast in school? But then again, what if this was the best idea you’ve ever had? Confidence was key from here on out.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Robin laughed as she leaned backwards on the bed, propping herself up slightly with her arms. 

You swayed your hips as you walked forward, holding tightly onto the edges of your dressing gown. Trying to look sexy was very difficult when you felt like every bit of you was about to explode.

“I’m showing you the appeal.” 

And with that, you pulled down your dressing gown, letting it flop onto the floor behind you. You now stood in front of Robin in only a matching blue lace bra and underwear set. The bra had just enough structure to give you a bit of shape, but the rest of the material was just lace and looked like at any moment it could fall off and expose your breasts underneath. Then the panties were a high leg pair, clinging to the curve of your hips and only half-covering your ass cheeks. In that moment, you were so anxious about maintaining the facade of this being friendly advice that you didn’t even notice Robin staring intently at you, mouth hanging open at the sight. 

Before Robin could say anything you launched into your practised spiel. “See? It just looks so sleek. And the ones I get are surprisingly comfortable.” You ran from hips to waist to chest and back down again, refusing to make eye contact. This way, you had the confidence to continue slowly making your way closer and closer to Robin. 

For once Robin was speechless. How did she respond to this without letting you know about her huge crush that she’d had on you since the day you two had met. 

Stuttering over her words she managed to spit out, “They don’t look very comfortable.” For someone trying to control themselves, this had been a big mistake.

“Here, have a feel of the material.” You were now less than a foot in front of Robin sitting on the bed. You gently held her hand and brought it up to feel the material on your hip. Her other hand seemed to naturally follow suit, so that she was holding both your hips, you just really hoped she couldn’t tell how wet you were getting just from feeling her touch you in such an intimate way. 

Robin swallowed the lump in her throat. “Y-yeah, that’s actually really nice.” Oh no, was that too forward? All of a sudden, a switch went off in Robin’s brain and she thought, fuck it, she couldn’t bare this tension anymore. Little did she know that you were having the exact same thoughts.

At exactly the same time, you both blurted out, “I need to tell you something.” The synchronicity caused the two of you to move away from each other in shock, Robin’s hands falling to her side again. 

“Do you want to go first?” You asked, all the courage you previously had leaving your body.

Robin’s eyes fell to the floor as she started nibbling on her thumb nail. She shuffled her feet around for a quick moment before starting her very rushed explanation. 

“Well, you see, Y/N - I guess what I’m trying to say,” she paused to look around, as if even speaking these words was going to cause a SWAT team to break through the windows right this second. 

She took a deep breath, settling the butterflies into her chest rather than in her mouth. “Y/N, I’ve liked you since the day we met. And I mean, I like you more than Steve or Eddie or, anyone else, because I’m a… lesbian.” 

The last word came out almost like a question rather than a statement; a question of whether or not you would accept what she had said, or if she’d just made the biggest mistake ever. You grinned ear to ear and stepped closer to her once again.

“Well that’s really good to hear, because I’m bisexual, and I really like you too.”

Robin’s whole countenance lifted. “Y/L/N don’t play with me right now, are you serious?”

You nodded your head vigorously, then gently took her face in your hands so that you could, not-so-gently, press your lips into hers. It felt as though the world was singing around you, nothing had ever made you feel the happiness that fluttered out of your chest right now. 

You broke away briefly. “Now do you see the appeal of lacy underwear?” 

She grinned up at you. “I see more appeal in taking it off of you.”

You pulled her to stand in front of you, gliding your hands to the edge of her shirt. “May I?”

She nodded enthusiastically. In the space of about thirty seconds the two of you were standing completely naked in front of one another. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Robin’s body and how incredible it looked, and how incredible it was going to feel underneath you. 

“Lie on the bed for me, I’ve got an idea of something we’ll both enjoy.” You instructed. There was no hesitation on her part, eagerly jumping up onto the bed, allowing it to bounce a little under her movement. 

Once the bed had settled slightly, you straddled her lap and engaged her in another ferocious kiss. Her tongue felt so smooth against yours. You bit her lip slightly just to hear her squeak. Her hands had been flat on your back, then gripping your swaying hips that were desperate for any kind of relief, and now they had settled on grasping handfuls of your ass, trying to bring you as close as possible to her. When you ended the kiss, Robin whined desperately, not wanting to let go of your touch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something else to kiss.” 

You turned your body so that you were instead straddling her face, your face ready to settle in between her legs. You guided her legs apart gently with your hands. The inside of her thighs felt so soft against your fingertips, but there was somewhere else that you were desperate to feel.

“Do you like my idea? We can always stop if you want.” You wanted Robin to feel completely at ease with you and not forced into anything. 

Without even answering Robin grabbed your hips, bringing your dripping pussy right down onto her tongue. You let out a cry and she started passionately eating you out. Fuck, that felt so good. Your head scrambled to remember what you were meant to be doing. Of course it didn’t take you long to remember what you needed so badly. 

You sucked two of your fingers into your mouth, making sure they were nice and wet. Bringing them down to her entrance, you put your tongue to use on her clit. The vibrations of her moans sent even more pleasure coursing through your body. You had been toying at her entrance, but now you pushed your fingers into her until you could feel that there was no further to go.

“Oh fuck, Robin, the way you feel on my fingers is so hot.” You moaned over her sensitive clit.

She gulped in a huge breath from underneath you. “I could literally get lost in your pussy all day. And the way you feel pressing on my chest…” She groaned deeply.

You let out a breathy laugh and then got back to making sure she made as many of those noises as possible. You started pumping your fingers in and out of her wet pussy at a moderately fast pace, not wanting to lose all your energy immediately. She continued to moan into your pussy, reaching her hand around to fondle your ass, pressing you even harder into her face. 

Almost as if you could read each other’s minds, both of you started grinding your hips at the same time. You quickened the pace of your fingers, causing Robin to buck randomly. The stimulation on her clit was almost too much as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. 

“Please go as fast as you can Y/N, I’m going to cum so hard for you.” She moaned loudly.

You pushed your fingers in and out as fast and deep as they would go. Robin couldn’t even eat you out properly anymore, she was just moaning curse words into your clit, which was making you close in on your own orgasm. 

“Shit…Y/N!” And with that, she erupted into one of the hardest orgasms that she’d ever had. Bucking and writhing wildly underneath the continued onslaught of your fingers. When she had finally started to come down from that incredible high, she didn’t waste a second in flipping you onto the bed beneath her. She didn’t need any lube at all, as you were so wet, that she just slid her fingers straight inside you and started pushing you over the edge of your own insane orgasm. 

Just before you fell over that edge, she took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it harshly. You were thrown into an equally amazing level of euphoria, throwing your head back so hard against the pillow that you probably pulled something in your neck. 

It took you a couple of minutes to gather yourself enough to actually speak again. A small buzz still vibrated through the room as Robin cuddled up into your side. The two of you were absolutely exhausted.

“I’m really glad I met you, Robin Buckley.”

“Me too Y/N.” You could feel her smile against your skin.

Another night, another disappointment. You lay in bed with Jason, your head resting on his bare chest, slowly rising and falling with his breaths. He was probably asleep by now; he tended to fall asleep fairly quickly after sex. Which of course didn’t leave any time for him to help you get off at all, because he certainly didn’t make you cum during the ten minutes of sex that you had. 

You felt guilty. Part of you thought that maybe this is the way it was meant to be. You didn’t know any different, as Jason is the first boyfriend you ever had, but then again…the way Eddie, your best friend, talked about it, the girl seems to enjoy it far more. When you and Jason first started going out, you really did like him a lot but your attraction seems to wane every time he fails to pleasure you at all. No foreplay. No helping out after he cums. No sympathy at all. The way he talks to you about it, it’s almost as if he just blames you for your own misfortune.

You got up to head home and stirred Jason from his sleep. 

“Hey babe, where are you going?” He mumbled in his half-asleep state.

“I’m going home so that my mom doesn’t freak out.” You forced a small laugh as you pulled your clothes back on.

“If you stayed a bit longer we could always go again.” He smirked, looking you up and down. 

“I’m not really feeling well…” Before you could even finish, he had interrupted you.

“Awk, come on babe. I’ve told you it’s not my fault that you can’t cum, it’s just the way women’s genetics are.” 

All of a sudden, a shiver of repulsion ran down your spine. “Well, as I said, my mom wants me home.” You said with a slightly harsher tone before turning and walking out the door before he could spout any more shit.

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“He said what?!” Eddie shrieked, followed by a shocked laugh.

“Shh Eddie, the whole school doesn’t need to know about my sex life.” You tried to quieten him, without much avail. 

You were walking towards Eddie’s van, heading to his trailer for some chill time this evening. At this point, it was such a nice break from pointless sex to just sit, talk shit and watch movies with your best friend. 

“That jock thinks of basketball so much that he’s forgotten how the fucking human body works.” He scoffed.

You jumped up into his van and closed the door. “But what if he’s not completely wrong?”

Eddie entered the van and looked at you like you’d just said the Earth was flat. “Are you serious Y/N? Don’t tell me that he’s been melting down your brain into flubber as well.” 

“Some people can’t cum though and maybe I just need to suck it up. Plus if I break up with him, I’ll get torn apart by all of his friends. I don’t really fancy getting bullied.” You dejectedly lowered your head, thinking about the only two miserable outcomes you could see.

“One, getting bullied is better than being with someone who makes you miserable forever.” He was raising a finger with each. “Two, even if you can’t cum, everyone can still feel pleasure in some way and if your sexual partner isn’t prioritising that then their an idiot and an asshole.”

Eddie had all of a sudden got very passionate. Your head was a mess of confusion on what you could do. You’d tried to mention it to Jason goodness knows how many times, but he didn’t seem to think that it was his problem to solve. 

“Bet I could make you feel 100 times better than that jerk ever could.” He half mumbled, probably more to himself than to you really. 

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment. If he’d said something like that a couple of months ago then you would have been more than happy to take him up on the offer. You’d been friends for years at this point, but you always had a bit of a thing for Eddie. However, you never wanted to ruin your friendship over a feeling that he most definitely didn’t reciprocate.

It wasn’t too long before you pulled up at his trailer and went inside.

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Later that night, the two of you were sitting on Eddie’s bed together, listening to music and chatting away. Your sat cross legged facing him and he leant against the wall. He stretched, causing his shirt to rise up slightly and you couldn’t help but look at the glimpse of stomach that appeared. Thoughts about his previous statement flooded your brain as you desperately tried to block them out.

“I’ve thought of something else to disprove Carver.” Eddie’s comment seemed to come from nowhere. You raised your eyebrows, signalling for him to continue with his comment. “Well, surely you’ve touched yourself, have you ever made yourself feel good doing that?”

The heat returned to your cheeks. “I don’t really bother with that kind of thing.”

Eddie leant forward in disbelief. “ What the fuck does that mean?”

“I just mean, I’m kind of disheartened by all this shit with Jason that I never really bother.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. 

“Well that’s just not natural.” He made sure to over-exaggerate his words in a joking fashion. “I could always show you where to start.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows.

You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore, so you decided to play along in order to figure it out. “Oh yeah and where would you start?”

“Can I position you in the formal, accepted starting position to begin with?” He reached his arms out. You laughed at his comments but allowed him to position you. He wanted you straddling his lap, but far enough back that you were sitting on his lower thighs and not anywhere too inappropriate. 

“Well I would start by touching you here.” He ran his ever so lightly down the side of your face, moving one hand down your neck and round to rest on the back of your head, playing with your hair. The other hand then traced down your arm and rested on your hip. At this point, an unfamiliar electricity was running through your skin. How could touching feel so good? Without realising, you were gravitating closer to Eddie. 

“Then I would probably strip you down slowly, but-”

“You can take my jumper off.” You realised that sounded far too eager so you qualified with, “You know, for the full effect. I have a shirt underneath.”

Eddie smirked slyly. “Whatever you say.” He gripped the bottom of your jumper, pulling it slowly over your head, making sure to run his knuckles across the skin of your sides the whole way up. Everything now felt like it was too hot, like you needed to get all of these clothes off right away.

“Now, I’d kiss you slowly and deeply, making sure to pull you tightly into my body,” his grip on your hips tightened momentarily before completely letting you go. “But you see, I have an unfortunate conflict of interest in this arrangement.” 

“W-what do you mean?” You were almost trembling with anticipation, even this had lasted longer than a lot of your sexual exploits with Jason. 

“Well Y/L/N, the thing is, you have a boyfriend - issue number one. And the other small issue is that I am madly in love with you, have been for years.”

All the breath caught in your chest. You had no idea how to react. A million thoughts passed through your head; why hadn’t he told you sooner, why was he telling you now, what did you really want? Did you really want to be with someone like Jason for the rest of your life when Eddie made you feel better in a few minutes than Jason has ever made you feel?

You couldn’t think of any way to possibly respond to him so you answered in the only way you knew how to - you kissed him.

After a few wonderful seconds, Eddie broke away. “Woah, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t just want to be a mistake you make before you go back to Carver. If you’re doing this, I want to be in it for the whole ride, I want it to be as boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I’ve always wanted to be with you Eddie, I just didn’t want to ruin things between us. I can break up with Jason tomorrow, but for now I really need you to continue whatever the fuck you were doing just now.” 

He brought your face close to his again and looked deeply into your eyes. “Seems we were both being idiots all this time.” He smiled and then pulled you back in for another, more passionate kiss.

His hands pulled your hips close, placing your crotches right on top of each other. His erection pressed into your clit, but all your brain could focus on was the feeling of his tongue tangling with your own. It was almost like you didn’t really know how to make yourself feel good, even in this situation where the solution was completely obvious.

When Eddie realised that you weren’t moving he started to guide your hips back and forth on his erection. A gasp fell from your lips as the sensation of friction on your clit sent warm pulsations of pleasure through your body. In no time, you were grinding your own hips down into him.

“Are you feeling good so far?” He asked before gently pecking kisses all over your neck affectionately. 

“I’m feeling way more than good Eddie. I didn’t even know that I could feel this good.” 

“You really weren’t kidding then about Jason and his lack of foreplay.” You sullenly shook your head. Eddie gently held the bottom of your chin and brought your gaze up to meet his. “You’re the most special person I’ve ever met, Y/N, and I’m so glad that I can make you feel good.”

“Thanks Eddie.” You said shyly. “Could you do one last thing for me?”

“Of course, Y/N, anything.”

“Can you please put your dick in me and make me feel even better?” You both grinned at your question.

“Absolutely I can.” 

Moments later, you were both stripped naked and on top of each other once again. You were still straddling his lap, your skin felt so good against his. He gently lifted your hips up so that he could guide his dick towards his entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t need any more foreplay?” 

“Don’t worry Munson, we have plenty of more time for that later.”

“Ok darling,” his smile was so sweet, “you just take as much time as you need.”

And with that, you were sinking down onto his hard dick, each inch feeling better than the last. You made a mental note of how much better it felt whenever you were actually wet and aroused. 

Once you reached the base, both of you let out a moan. You felt so full and yet the stretching was just pleasurable, no pain at all compared to anything that you had tried before. 

When you had settled down slightly, you kissed Eddie deeply while also starting to grind down on his dick, now inside you. This was always something that you wanted to try, but Jason preferred not to. The pleasure emanating from your core was so strong that you almost shuddered with the power of it. His dick was hitting exactly where you needed it to, plus it was so nice and slow and sensual that all the other sensations were only adding to the tension building up inside you. 

One of Eddie’s hands pushed your hips down harder so that he was even deeper inside you. Soft moans were constantly exchanging between your lips, only interrupted by Eddie bringing two fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them. You were confused for a moment, but he just kept looking deep into your eyes. Then you felt it. His fingers pressed circles into your clit as you rode him. Your eyes gravitated towards the back of your head as he continued.

“Look at me while I pleasure you darling.” His voice was deeper than usual when he issued his command, the pleasure of all this clearly getting to him too.

You tried your best to keep eye contact with him, but the stronger the tension inside you got, the harder it was to concentrate. His cheeks were turning a bright shade of pink slowly, a strained look overcoming his brow.

“Are you going to cum?” You asked him.

He ignored your question initially. “Do you think that you could cum for me darling?”

His fingers increased their speed on your clit, pushing you to a new limit that you didn’t even know existed. It felt like something inside you was about to pop, and the faster he went, the closer you got to that final explosion.

You eagerly nodded your head.

“Use your words.”

“I think I’m about to cum.”

He leaned in so close to your ear that you could feel his wet breath touch you. “As soon as you cum, I’m going to cum so deep inside you darling.”

The tension inside you finally reached its limit. Euphoria coursed through every fibre of your body. Eddie made sure that you were well into your orgasm before he let down his own floodgates, cumming long and hard into your convulsing pussy.

Eventually the two of you collapsed into a sweaty tangle on the sheets, grins plastered on your faces.

“I guess I can cum then.” You laughed.

“And if you give me a few minutes to recover, I’ll be more than happy to show you the wonders of shower sex.” Eddie kissed your cheek.

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“Jason, I need to talk to you.” The lunch hall was bustling full of students so you were hoping to chat to him somewhere a bit more private. 

“Yeah, what is it babe?” He was so clueless and it made you feel bad, but this still needed to happen.

“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter please?”

“Just say it here, I can’t be bothered to move. It’s not as if you’re breaking up with me.” He laughed slightly. You remained silent. His head whipped around to look at your face properly. “Right Y/N?” 

You didn’t even know how to respond to that, but before you even got the chance, Jason became irate.

“It’s not because of that stupid little issue that you have going on is it?” He pointed towards your genitals. However, he’d said it loud enough that all the surrounding people had also heard and were now looking between your face and your genitals, probably coming up with a million different things that could be wrong with you.

In a moment of anger you decided to raise your voice as well, because, fuck him. “Actually Jason, it is because you don’t know how to pleasure a woman, and frankly I’d rather be with someone who knows how to make me cum.” And with that, you stood up and walked away.