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Stargazing at Lover’s Lake was a frequent occurrence for you and Eddie now. The two of you would come here almost any time you wanted to escape the stress and drama of real life. Whenever you just needed some time alone, together.

Here at Lover’s Lake all that existed was the moment. No stresses, no worries, no pressure. Just you and Eddie in the back of his van, soft and blankets and pillows littered beneath and around you. The back doors open so you could watch the water and the night sky.

All there was to acknowledge was the feeling of Eddie’s warm chest behind you, his legs on either side of your yours, his hands folded over your stomach as he held you against him.

The two of you sit in happy comfortable silence as you watch the stars dance in the water’s reflection. Eddie’s skilled guitar fingers were absent-mindedly tapping and tracing patterns on your stomach. You’d almost zoned out the feeling as you admired the glitter that decorated the sky.

That was until you felt Eddie’s fingers trace lower down your body, dipping under the hem of the loose shorts you were wearing. Then all your attention goes straight to those fingers of his as they move even lower, skimming the hem of your panties. Your breath hitches and you can practically feel Eddie’s smirk from behind you.

“This okay?” He whispers into the silence of the night.

You nod and shift your hips, indicating it was more than okay, that you wanted him to touch you.

He places a tender kiss to your cheek as his fingers breach the top of your panties, pushing underneath until his fingers grazed over your now aching pussy. You moan softly as his fingers move through your folds, collecting the slick that had pooled there just from having him hold you for a while.

Your body practically shivers as he brushes against your clit. He lets out a quiet groan, barely audible over your shuddering breath, as he begins small, gentle circles over your clit.

You could feel him slowly begin to grow hard behind you, the tight tent of his trousers pushing into your lower back. You couldn’t help but moan softly and push back against him even more, rubbing your ass against his crotch.

Eddie lets out something between a grunt and a huff, his warm breath tickling your ear, as your backside grinds against his growing erection. His fingers falter for a mere second before he returns to his torturously slow assault on your clit, picking up the same steady rhythm as before.

You let your head roll back with a whine, resting against Eddie’s shoulder. Your back arched and your hips bucked, desperate to push more into his touch. More. More. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Eddie, please” you whisper, your voice trembling as you struggle to form words.

You buck your hips into his hand again, feeling the cold sting of his rings kiss your pubic bone. Eddie chuckles lightly behind you, placing a kiss to your pulse point.

“Always so eager…” he teases quietly against your skin as he continues to litter your neck with light kisses.

When he gets to just below your jaw he bites your skin playfully. He chuckles to himself again and you can feel his smirk burn into your skin.

“You want more, babydoll? Hmm?” He taunts.

You whimper and nod, one hand fisting into the blankets beneath you, the other gripping Eddie’s thigh, your fingers digging into the hard muscle there.

“Please” you whisper, twisting your head to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

That low chuckle rumbles through his chest again as his other hand comes up to lightly cup your jaw. He holds your head in place as he turns his face so his lips are tantalisingly close to the shell of your ear.

“Alright doll, but you gotta do what I say okay? Be good for me, hmm?” His lips graze against your ear, his words and the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You bite your lip and nod quickly.

“Good girl” he murmurs against your temple.

Not a second later you feel his fingers move down from your clit, beginning a slow circle around your entrance. You gasp, letting your moans fly free, telling Eddie that was exactly where you wanted him, where you needed him.

You and Eddie both moan as he finally sinks a finger inside you, the cold of his rings tickling your entrance. Your fingers involuntarily squeeze his thigh again as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. Your head lolls back again, your eyes closing, your mind and body completely lost in the moment, lost in pleasure.

But Eddie’s finger suddenly stills inside you.

“Uh uh” he tuts darkly. “I want your eyes open, doll. You can’t miss this view. Keep those eyes on the stars. Think you can do that for me baby?” He bites your earlobe, causing you to moan loudly again.

You nod, determinedly opening your eyes and training them on the star spattered sky.

“There’s a good girl” Eddie hums as he finally starts to pump his finger inside you once again.

It’s not long before you feel a stretch at your opening as Eddie adds another finger into the mix. You bite your lip and fist your hands again as you pull all your focus into keeping your eyes open; the pleasure of Eddie’s two long fingers opening and stretching you deliciously making your brain go fuzzy. You try to focus on the view, the awe-inspiring starry sky, the reflection off the soft ripples lapping through Lover’s Lake. Hoping it all would help keep your eyes open, and in consequence, keep Eddie’s fingers moving inside you.

Eddie curls his expert fingers, hitting that particular spot inside you that has you gasping and lurching forward, almost folding over in pleasure. A small choked “fuck” passes your lips as Eddie pays attention to that area, switching tactics from pumping to a curling motion, rubbing that special spot inside your walls.

“That feel good baby?” He purrs.

“Mmm” you moan your agreement.

His other hand tightens around your jaw, forcing your head at an awkward angle so that you faced him now.

“You keeping those eyes open for me?” He cocks his head as that all-to-familiar smirk creeps over his face.

You nod pathetically, your lips practically trembling from how good he was making you feel.

“Good. Now you’re gonna keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you fall apart” he whispers, inching his lips closer to yours with each word.

You both moan as his lips attach to yours, both of you opening your mouths immediately for the other. Your noises of pleasure and surprise get lost against his tongue. You both close your eyes as you get lost in each other’s lips.

He kisses you fervently, sloppily, his tongue dominating yours as your head spins even more, drunk from his kiss. His fingers continue to move inside you as his lips move over yours. After a minute he pulls back, his teeth pulling on your bottom lip until he releases it with a pop. You open your eyes again to find his boring into yours. You see his eyes flicker across your face, drinking in the sight of you.

A shaky gasp escapes you when you feel the pad of his thumb find your clit. His lips part into an open mouthed smirk, mimicking the way your mouth hangs open, your eyebrows knitting together from the pleasure. He looks mesmerised as he watches your face, enjoying the way your expression contorts even more as he begins to move his thumb, circling it in time with the pace of his other two fingers continuing their pumping and curling action inside you.

You feel that knot start to build inside you, the pleasure burning through you, reaching a boiling point. Your eyes flutter as you fight the urge to close them. Your breathing gets heavy and shaky; it’s the only noise in the van beside the soft wet noises of Eddie’s fingers working inside you. Just faintly outside you could still hear the soft lapping of the lake, and the occasional hoot of an owl.

“Eddie...” you mewl as you look up at him. “I’m close” you breathe, barley audible.

“Good. Let go for me babydoll” he whispers sweetly, the hand still cupping your jaw giving you a gentle squeeze as his thumb strokes your cheek.

Less than a second later your entire body is trembling as your climax burns through you. Eddie’s name is a strangled cry on your lips as he works you through your orgasm, slowing his pace but still rubbing your clit lightly, eliciting as much pleasure as he could from your body.

“That’s it baby” he praises as your eyes stay locked on his. “Fuck, you look so hot when you cum” he mumbles almost to himself more than to you.

Your body goes slack against his chest as he gently removes his hand from your throbbing pussy, wiping his fingers on the leg of his jeans. Both of his hands now find their way to your waist and help as you twist round to face him. You place your hands on either side of his face, admiring the way he was looking at you with nothing but awe and adoration on his face. You lean down to kiss him again, his fingers instinctively digging into your waist as you do so.

You kiss him until you’re both breathless, gasping for air but not wanting to part lips anyway.

“I love you” you whisper against his mouth.

He pulls back to look at you, that cheeky expression of his plastering his face.

“Do you love me?” He asks mockingly. “Or is it just these incredible fingers of mine?” He raises a cheeky eyebrow at you, his face splitting with a grin.

You pretend to contemplate the question.

“Hmmm, can’t it be both?”

You and Eddie both collapse in giddy giggles as his lips find their way back to yours again.

“I love you too” he smiles against your lips.

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A/N: ahh I was so nervous to post this because I haven’t written anything in ages and also it’s writing for a new character, which always makes me nervous for some reason! so yeah I really hope you guys liked this, hopefully I’ll be able to write a bit more for Eddie and maybe some of the other Stranger Things characters too…

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You’d told yourself you weren't going to come over tonight...You were just here last night... Doing the exact same thing... Surely this wasn’t healthy? To be here, doing this, almost every single night?

But, fuck, you just couldn’t enough of him.

It’d only taken one husky “please baby” from him over the phone to have you cycling your way over to his trailer almost immediately.

Now, here you were again, straddling his lap, wearing nothing but panties and his Hellfire shirt, as his lips devour your neck.

“Eddie” you moan softly, tossing your head back, letting him have even better access to your throat.

He groans a response, the noise vibrating against your skin as his lips never part from you. His fingers dig into your hip bones, helping guide your body as you grind against him. He was only wearing his black boxers, meaning the only thing separating you from his hard and aching cock was two very thin pieces of fabric. You’d already soaked through your panties, meaning you could perfectly feel the outline of his dick as you grinded your throbbing pussy against him. A small gasp escaped you almost every time your grinding hips brought your clit to rub over his bulge.

Eddie's hands slide up your waist, under his shirt that you were wearing. He gives your waist a quick squeeze before he moves his hands higher, the cold metal of his rings causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh as his hands cup your breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze at the same time he bites another hickey onto the side of your neck.

Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders as he continues to paw at your breasts, the warmth of his skin contrasted with the cold of his rings sent electricity through your body. Eddie’s hands move again after a moment, grabbing the hem of the Hellfire shirt and lifting up and off your body. He groans at the sight of your now exposed breasts, wasting no time in placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the centre of your chest. His hands snake around to your back, his palms flattening against your shoulder blades, pushing your chest into his face as he began to add even more hickies to your skin, creating an artwork of bruises across your tits.

You gasp lightly and suck wind through your teeth each time you feel Eddie pinch your skin between his teeth, and moan each time you feel his hot tongue move to smooth over his bite. You slide your hands across his shoulder, up his neck, until your fingers are lost in the dark tangles of hair at his nape. You give his hair a slight pull and he moans against your breast in response.

You were then overwhelmed with the sudden urge to have his lips back on yours, to kiss him until you both saw stars, until neither of you could breathe. You tug his hair, trying to pull his head back to face you again. He obliges, letting you tilt his head back.

But the second you see that cocky smirk of his on his face you know he’s already read the desperation plain as day on your face. He looks your face up and down, tilting his head with a cocky grin.

“You want something, princess?” He taunts, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip teasingly.

You groan and lean forward, attempting to capture his lips with your own.

But he pulls back, tutting at you.

“You need to use your words, sweetheart” his voice as dark as his eyes. “Tell me what it is that you want...”

You pout at him, which only makes his smirk grow as he watches you squirm in his lap.

“Tell me” he commands in a hushed, but firm, tone.

You let out a pathetic whine before pleading with him; “I want you to kiss me, Eddie. Please. Please kiss me baby” you pout again.

A faint chuckle sounds from Eddie before he obliges your request, leaning forwards until his lips found yours. You try to kiss him hard, to open his mouth your own, to devour him like you wanted to.

But Eddie commands your mouth with a gentle firmness. He slows down the kiss, kissing you long and hard, taking his time to open up your mouth and glide his tongue against your own. You both moan deeply into the kiss as his hands start to make their way down your waist again.

You shiver involuntarily and arch forwards when you feel his fingers run over the hem of your panties. You and Eddie both break the kiss to look down between your bodies and watch as his hand disappears under your panties, his fingers finding home on your clit. You feel his eyes flick back up to watch your face as it starts to twist with pleasure as he slowly begins to rub small circles on your clit. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on his arm, mesmerised by the way the muscles and veins worked beneath his skin as he used those skilled fingers on your most sensitive spot.

“Oh fuck” you whisper as jolts of pleasure course through your body.

Your hips start to move again, restarting the grinding motion, pushing against his fingers to gain as much friction as you possibly could.

But still, it’s just not enough.

“Eddie please...” you whine in a whispered tone, tearing your eyes away to look back at him.

“What’s it baby?” He looks at you with a façade of innocence on his face.

“Please...” you almost cry. “I need you... need you... inside me. Please...” you whisper, breathlessly between kisses.

You scratch your nails down the back of his neck for emphasis, which causes a shudder to rack through his body beneath you.

He smirks again before answering you; “well, I can’t keep my lady waiting...” he winks darkly.

Before you know it he’s scooped you up in his arms and is walking you over to his bed. Next thing you know you’re lying on your back, with Eddie hovering just above you, his hips slotted against yours, his painfully hard cock digging roughly into your hip bone.

He leans down and latches his lips onto you neck again. He’s no longer marking you up as he was before. Now he was just kissing a path down your body, following the curve of your neck, your shoulder, collarbone, kissing between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, all the way until his lips reach the little bow that sits at the front of your panties.

You moan and buck your hips, aching for him, begging for him to get on with it. Eddie chuckles again and places a quick kiss to each hip before he sits back on his heels. He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly pulls off your panties, exposing your soaked centre to him. He groans and bites his lip at the sight of you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty” he bites out each word.

“Eddie...” you mewl, the pout returning to your lips as you wait impatiently for him to get inside you.

“Easy princess” he coos as he leans back over you, his face coming back to hover just above yours. “I’ve got you."

With one hand he reaches down between your bodies to finally free his cock from the confines of his boxers, pushing them to sit just below his ass. His other arm supports his body, resting just beside your head, his palm coming to caress your cheek.

You’re practically a quivering mess by the time you finally feel the head of his dick nudge through your folds, taking a moment to gather all your wetness that had pooled there.

You choke out a strangled moan as he finally pushes his head into your entrance. One slow thrust and he’s seated to the hilt inside you. A shuddering groan passes Eddie’s lips as he takes a moment to steady himself, his face completely lost in how good you feel wrapped around him.

“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good” he almost gasps. “So fucking tight” he mutters as he starts to set a pace thrusting in and out of you.

The hand not cupping your face moves to grip your hip, his fingers digging in with a bruising force, the curves and edges of his rings digging into your skin so hard you were almost worried they’d puncture it. Not that you’d care at this point. You were just so glad to finally feel full. Full of the man that you loved with your entire being.

Eddie’s breath is warm as it fans over your face, both of your breathing speeding up as he steadily picks up his rhythm. His hips grind hard and deep against yours, the head of his dick brushing against that special spot deep inside you. His body is almost completely flush against yours, your stomach touching his, his chest against your breasts. But still you wanted him closer, your nails raking down his back, holding him as tight as you could against your body.

Your mind begins to spin again, the pleasure flaring through your body like fire; it’s almost overwhelming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you tilt your head back, losing yourself to the feeling.

That’s until you feel Eddie’s fingers wrap around your face, cupping your jaw.

“Uh uh, eyes open sweetheart. Eyes on me” he commands. “I wanna watch that pretty face of yours as you cum.”

“Eddie... I can’t... feels too good... I can’t...” you try to protest breathlessly, your eyes almost fluttering shut again.

He gives your jaw a squeeze.

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You can do it. Do it for me. Just keep your eyes on me” he pants.

You moan and squirm as you fight to keep your eyes open, the flare of pleasure in your lower belly reaching a fever pitch. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and Eddie takes the opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, hooking on your lower jaw, holding your mouth open. At the same time Eddie speeds up his thrusts even more, slamming into you with a bruising speed, only bringing your climax even closer to the surface.

“Oh, Eddie...” you moan around his thumb. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum...” you pant heavily as his thumb pulls down on your bottom lip.

He flashes you a crooked smile; “good girl, just keep your eyes on me princess."

Eddie's hand moves to hold your throat, giving it a quick squeeze, his cold metal rings kissing your skin, as the fire finally explodes in your belly, your orgasm breaking over you. His eyes darken, turning almost black, as he watches your face; watches as pleasure takes over your body completely.

“That’s it, good girl” he grunts, still thrusting into your convulsing pussy.

Your pussy clenches tight around Eddie’s cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. His pace falters as you squeeze him, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good” he pants quietly, almost more to himself than anything else.

“Yes, yes, yes...” he sighs breathlessly as you finally feel him twitch inside you.

His hips push deep inside you before he finally stills, his body trembling slightly against yours. You feel warmth flood you as he fills you up with his release, a loud grunt reverberating through him, his eyes still never leaving yours. The way he looked when he came, almost drunk off your pussy as it squeezed him, it was almost enough to have you cumming again.

He looks at you for a moment, both of you breathing heavy, mouths hanging open, just suspended in that moment of pure ecstasy.

Then a smile cracks over Eddie’s face and he leans forward to place a slow and deep kiss to your lips again. As he kisses you he slowly pulls out of you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. A sinful moan sounds from you as you feel Eddie’s warm cum slowly drip out of your wrecked pussy. Eddie sits back up on his knees, once again just admiring the view.

The view of you completely naked, legs cocked open, your neck red from where his hand had just been wrapped around it, bruises and teeth marks coating your neck and breasts, with Eddie’s cum leaking out of you, staining your ass and the back of your thighs.

You’re about to sit up when Eddie gently but firmly pushes you back down onto the mattress.

“Shh shh wait, don’t move” Eddie whispers, a tone of command laced in his voice.

He jumps out the bed, quickly pulling his boxers back up before walking to the foot of the bed. You lean back on your elbows, cocking your head to the side and raising an eyebrow as you watch him. His eyes rake up and down your naked body still sprawled on the bed, a smirk tugging on his lips, his eyes somehow even more dark than before. You fight the urge to close your legs, to hide yourself. But the way Eddie was looking at you... it gave you a confidence you didn’t think was even possible. It almost seems like a struggle for him to pry his eyes away from you but after a moment he does, switching his focus to search in a drawer behind him. Your eyebrows furrow as you wonder what the hell he was up to.

Not a moment later Eddie turns to face you again.

With a Polaroid camera in hand.

You don’t have time to object before the flash goes off and Eddie snaps a picture of you.

You look at him ludicrously, but he just smirks and shakes the picture as it develops. The whole time his cocky stare doesn’t leave your gaze.

“For later...” he drawls. “For those nights you can’t come over” he explains darkly.

“Oh, is that so?” You cock your head at him again. “Well, if that’s the case...” you tease as you sit up to kneel on the bed in front of Eddie.

You deliberately keep your eyes on his as you take the camera in one hand. The other hand goes to cup Eddie’s crotch, where he was already growing semi-hard again. Eddie’s hand falters for a second when you cup him, the Polaroid of you almost slipping from his fingers.

“...then I want one too” you taunt has you cup his cock, rubbing it lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. “You know, for those nights I can’t come over” you shrug, mocking him darkly. “Fair’s fair right?” You bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him.

“Mmm” he groans an agreement, that smirk on his face growing even bigger. “Well, who am I to deny the lady what she wants...?"

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A/N: I honestly don’t even know what to say, I am just so unbelievably horny for this man I don’t even have the words to describe it. I think I need therapy or something lmao

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It had been a night like any other; Bruce calling upon you to help patch him up after a night of running around Gotham City as The Batman. Tonight he wasn’t injured as badly as he usually was. His torso was mostly just bruised in various areas, there was only one cut across his bicep that really need any tended to. He was sat on the exquisite table where Alfred usually did all his paperwork. If he could see the two of you now, bloody bandages laid across the expensive mahogany, he’d have a fit.

You’d both been drinking a bit when the revelation had suddenly slipped from Bruce.

You’d made some offhand joke about how women must fall at his feet, both as The Batman and as Bruce Wayne. You’d made a small, slightly jealous, dig at how many women he’d slept with.

But, to your surprise, he’d mumbled an awkward response telling you that, in fact, he’d never slept with anyone, let alone a whole hoard of women.

“Oh come on” you say now. “You can’t tell me bat boy has never touched a woman” you chuckle lightly. “I find that hard to believe” you laugh to yourself again.

Bruce’s jaw locks, the muscles jumping in his cheeks. His eyes retain their glare, but their focus shifts away from you and to the floor.

That’s when the realisation hits you.

“Oh shit” you scoff quietly. “Really? Millionaire playboy Bruce? The Batman? The terror and vengeance of Gotham City? Is… a virgin?”

He continues to sit there; his silence is somehow swallowing the whole room.

“Well well well, that’s quite the revelation” you hum, smirking.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing tonight, y/n” he sighs gruffly, jumping off the table before heading past you towards the door.

“Wait” you grab his arm, careful not to touch where you’d just bandaged up his small wound.

He stops, his face turning to look at where your hand lay on his bicep. His eyes then shift back up to meet yours, his gaze just as hard as ever.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease” you tell him sincerely. “I was just… taken aback slightly” you shrug.

He continues to look at you, his mouth pressed into a hard line. For a moment you just stare back into his eyes. Something in the air changes, an electricity crackling through the room, around the two of you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and a small shiver runs down your spine as the two of you look at each other.

Something comes over you, a kind of tender confidence; a want, a need, to have Bruce touch you, for you to touch him. You couldn’t deny the satisfied pleasure that already sat in your stomach at the idea of being Bruce’s first time, being the one to teach him all the ways of sin; to have that kind of control and power over The Batman? You were already wet at the thought.

Bruce’s gaze quickly flickering to your lips and back again was the final nail in the coffin for you.

You swallow the last bit of nerves that sit in your stomach and look at Bruce determinedly.

“Do you want to?” You whisper.

A flash of uncertainty sweeps across Bruce’s eyes.

“Do you want to... to touch a woman? To touch... me?” Your voice is barley audible, your words slow and deliberate as you try to gauge his reaction, attempting to read his impossible face.

You swear under the hard gaze you see something like fear flicker in his uncertainty.

“Do you want me... to teach you?” You ask gently, staring to rub your thumb across his bicep where your hand still rested.

He doesn’t answer, just continues to stare at you so intently you think he can see right into your skull. The electricity crackles in the air again, like the air around you is tightening, pressing you closer to him.

His eyes flick to your mouth again, lingering a fraction longer before he meets your gaze again, something like an unsure apology now in his eyes.

His eyes stay on yours even as you slowly lean forwards, pushing up on your tiptoes, to angle your face just an inch away from his. You stop for a second, your mouth so close to his you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You stop to assess his face one more time. His face is as unreadable as always, but being friends with him all your life meant you’d learned to read his eyes instead, read them the way no one else could.

You see the uncertainty and fear still, but beyond that you see a kind of curiosity, a want.

You finally push up the final inch to press your lips against his. He freezes beneath you for a second, but you persist gently. You press your mouth against his again, slightly firmer now, and this time you feel him tentatively respond. His lips purse to meet yours, no longer remaining passive in this kiss; his lips slowly but surely start to actively move with yours.

His lips are ever so slightly dry and cracked, exactly how you’d expected them to be, but you didn’t mind, regardless, they felt incredible against the softness of your own lips; their rough texture only added to the sensation of the kiss.

You tentatively reach up your other hand, slipping it behind Bruce’s head, gently pulling at the hair on his nape. A tiny groan escapes him, causing you to smirk into the kiss.

You twist your body to stand in front of him, pushing your body against his, your other hand moving from his bicep to join the hand that was playing with his hair.

Your tiny gasp gets lost in the kiss when you feel his lightly shaking hands find their way to your waist. His hands rest lightly on your body. You can still feel the uncertainty radiating from him. You silently encourage him by pushing your body flush against his, you clothed chest colliding with his bare one, your hips brushing against his, his thick belt digging into you.

He groans again, louder now, as he feels the warmth of your body against his. You take advantage of his groan, opening his mouth with your own, quickly darting your tongue into his mouth. You feel his fingers dig into you briefly as your tongue collides with his.

His hands are still tentative as they start to roam your body, running up and down your waist, almost going to the curve of your ass before he pulls back and lands on your waist once again.

You could almost roll your eyes. This fearless man who jumps off buildings, dives headfirst into danger almost every night, dances with criminals frequently, this man, was afraid to touch your ass.

You break the kiss for a second, leaning back slightly to look at him. He stares right back at you, his eyes just as wild as his hair where you’d mussed it up with your fingers.

“Touch me” you breathe against his lips.

He looks at you quizzically.

You keep your eyes on him as you whip your shirt off, tossing it to the side. You hadn’t been wearing a bra so your chest was now as bare as his.

“Touch me” you repeat, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts.

Bruce’s mouth hangs open in surprise but you capture his lips with yours again before he has the chance to overthink.

It was your turn to moan into the kiss as you revel in the feeling of Bruce’s hands on your tits. His hands are cold, causing a shiver to run through your body, goosebumps raising on your skin. You can feel your nipples harden under his touch and you arch your back slightly, pushing into his palms. Bruce’s touch is soft and gentle, taking his time as he palms your breasts, softly kneading your skin.

When you moan and buck into his touch again he seems to gain some more confidence, his hands moving to pinch your nipples between his fingers. You gasp softly, the cold of his fingers on your nipples almost taking you off guard. This time Bruce takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue breaching your mouth, sliding languidly over yours.

After a moment he breaks the kiss. His mouth hangs open as he looks at you, revelling at the sight of your bare chest against his. Your breaths are mixing as you both breathe heavy, recovering from the kiss.

“I- I- want to touch you...” he stammers through his ragged breathing.

You cock your head at him in response.

“More” he breathes. “I want to touch you... more."

You smile at him softly, kissing him tenderly once more. You then grab his hand and lead him over to the impressive couch that sat in front of the even more impressive fire place. You push him down gently until he’s sat down on the couch.

“You sure about this?” You ask him gently.

He nods.

“Are you?” He asks, again that uncertainty sits behind his eyes.

You smile reassuringly at him.

“Yes, I’m sure."

He nods again.

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly shimmy out of your skirt and panties, leaving you completely naked in front of Bruce. You hear his sharp intake of breath as he observes you, his eyes drinking in every beautiful inch of you. There’s warmth on your skin, both from the fire burning behind you, and from Bruce’s gaze.

You take the few steps towards Bruce and carefully climb over his lap, swinging your legs to rest on either side of him. You push up on your knees so your ass is hovering in the air, just above where you could already see his bulge growing. His hands instinctively land on your hips. His touch is soft and unsure but you smiled to yourself that he’d taken even just that step by himself.

You grab his right hand with your left, bringing it up to place a soft kiss to his knuckles. You then trail his hand down your body, down between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, until you reached your pubic bone. You look up at him again to find him completely entranced by your actions, his eyes fixed on where your hand was guiding him.

“When you touch a woman, you need to make sure she’s nice and wet first” you whisper, your breath ghosting over his face.

You then adjust your hold on his hand so that he had just two fingers sticking out. You then take his hand lower, pushing his two fingers between your folds. You run his fingers through your folds, brushing them up and down your slit a few times, collecting the wetness that had already pooled there. You gasp lightly each time his fingers glide across your clit.

“You feel that? You feel how wet I am for you?” You hum.

Bruce lets out something like a choked groan as he nods again. His eyes, however, never leave where his fingers were lost between your thighs. You rub his fingers up and down your slit a few more times before speaking again.

“Most women get pleasure from their clit rather than internal stimulation like penetration, me included, so that’s where you wanna focus most of your attention, okay?” You tell him softly.

Now he looks up at you again, something helpless and lost in his eyes that almost makes you want to giggle from how absurdly innocent and cute it is.

You deliberately smile warmly and reassuringly at him, placing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

You move his hand again until his fingers brush against your clit again. You gasp again and your body instinctively bucks into his touch.

“There. You feel that?” You moan softly.

“Yes” he breathes quietly.

“That’s what you wanna focus on. Just rub it gently, in small circles. Like this” you whisper as you start to help move his fingers on your clit.

You let out a quiet content sigh as you feel his fingers begin to circle your small bud of nerves. His fingers are still cold, sending more shivers down your spine, but again, it only adds to the feeling; it’s not exactly unpleasant.

It doesn’t take Bruce long at all to figure the motion out for himself, his fingers working of their own accord against your clit.

“Oh shit, yes. Just like that Bruce” you moan softly.

You retract your hand, letting him work you on his own. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, steadying yourself as your hips involuntarily begin to rock, grinding your cunt against his fingers.

“A lil faster” you whine into the crook of his neck. “Please” you add softly as you begin to pepper small kisses across his skin.

He groans and leans his head back, letting you have better access to his throat as you assault his skin with kisses. He quickly obliges your request, speeding up his circle motion. You moan into his neck, your hips starting to grind even harder to match his speed.

“Yes, yes” you sigh encouragingly. “You’re being so good for me” you praise him as you continue to kiss him.

You’re almost surprised by how good he is off the bat, circling your clit expertly, with a steady and unchanging pace.

“More” you whisper. “Faster.”

You feel more than see him nod this time, his fingers immediately obeying your instruction again, taking his speed up a notch once again. You moan louder now, feeling that familiar burn begin to build in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit yes” you sigh. “I’m close. Just keep going baby, don’t stop. Please don’t stop” you whine.

“Wait” he says suddenly, his other hand reaching up to gently grab your jaw, lifting you up to look at him.

“I want to watch” he mumbles softly. “I want to see your face as you... as you...” he trails off.

You kiss him, cutting off his small ramble. You then sit up again and nod, letting him know it was okay for him to watch as he made you cum.

You do your best to keep your eyes open and on his but you almost couldn’t help letting them shut as you get lost in the pleasure of his fingers on you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” you sigh under your breath as you finally feel yourself brought to the edge of pleasure, your core tightening and ready to snap.

“Oh fuck, Bruce” you cry, your head tossed back as your orgasm crashes over you.

You body convulses slightly as you rock desperately against his hand, riding out your high. You hear a deep groan rumble through Bruce’s chest as he takes in the sight of you on top of him, losing yourself to the pleasure that he’d provided for you. He keeps up his circling motion, even after you’d milked as much of your orgasm as you could. Your body shudders and lurches away from his touch as you feel yourself get sensitive.

“Okay, stop, stop” you whine quietly, grabbing onto his forearm.

He stops his movements immediately, panic settling in his eyes.

“Sorry” he stammers quickly. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice almost sounds pained.

You shake your head softly, leaning forwards to place your forehead on his.

“No, no. You did amazing. It’s just, we can get a bit sensitive after we’ve orgasmed” you pant. “I just need a few minutes before we can start up again, okay?”

He nods again. “So... what... what do we... what do I do in the mean-"

“Just keep kissing me” you cut him off, grabbing his face in your hands and crashing your lips against his again.

He groans as you catch him off guard, his body freezing momentarily before he leans into your touch again. His lips move in synch with yours, the two of you learning each other’s mouths quickly. His hands move back to your hips, his grip stronger and more sure now, like seeing how good he’d made you feel had given him some confidence.

Now you can feel his hips buck instinctively as he desperately seeks some friction, rutting his hardened cock against the strain of his thick trousers. You smirk against his lips again as you feel the need radiating off him.

You let one hand move from his cheek back to the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair again now that you knew he seemed to like that. Your other hand trails down his body until you reach the thick belt of his trousers. You quickly undo his belt, unzipping his trousers, and begin to palm his cock over his underwear. He groans again as you cup his aching cock, feeling where his precum had left a tiny wet patch on his boxers.

You keep kissing him even as his mouth starts to lose focus, his mind getting lost in the feeling of your hands sneaking under his waistband and finally grabbing his dick in your hand. You bite his bottom lip, tugging on it as you lean back slightly again to look at him, releasing his lip when he lets out a slight hiss.

You keep your eyes on his face, even as his gaze travels down again to watch as you pull his cock free from the restraints of his pants. A curse mixed with a groan escapes him as you slowly start to pump him with your hand, running your fingers over his tip, collecting his precum, using it help your hand slide up and down his length. You can feel in your hand just how big he is, bigger than you’d imagined him to be. You join Bruce in looking down at your movements, letting out a moan yourself when you take in the sight of him.

Bruce’s hips rut up into your hand, small groans mixing with his panting breath as you work your hand over him.

“That feel good baby?” You start to kiss over his cheek, over his jaw, peppering him with your lips.

He nods and whines a quiet “y-yes.”

You hum an acknowledgment against his skin.

“Now,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, “you need to help stretch me open a lil bit before you get inside me, okay?” You tell him gently.

He turns his head to look at you quizzically. You smile again at his almost innocent eyes. Somehow so innocent and unknowing despite you having your hand still wrapped his cock and the fact that he’d just made you cum harder than any other guy had and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You kiss his cheek again as you use your free hand to grab one of his and drag it once again towards your core. You smile softly at him as you once again push two of his fingers through your wet folds. This time, when he reaches your entrance, you help curl and push those two fingers inside you.

You moan and arch forward into his chest instinctively, your body leaning into his touch.

“That’s it, push your fingers in deeper” you tell him as you let go of his hand, leaving him to his own devices.

Your hand once again finds purchase on his shoulder, holding yourself upright. He obeys your instruction, slowly and tentatively pushing his two fingers as deep as they could go inside you. Both of you moan as he does so.

He looks up at you with that wonderful look of quizzical innocence again, his eyes silently asking you if he was doing this right. You move your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, rubbing over his cheekbone with your thumb.

“You’re doing so good baby” you tell him. “Now move your fingers, scissor them for a bit to stretch me open. Then curl them forwards, that usually feels quite good for us.”

Again, he nods and obeys your words quickly. He’s surprisingly gentle and tender in his actions, scissoring his fingers open slowly, giving you time to open up on his hand. After a short while you begin grinding into his hand, your pussy already aching for another release. Bruce takes initiative this time, taking it upon himself to switch tactics and begin curling his fingers forwards inside you.

You gasp, something akin to a squeak escaping you as he lightly brushes against that sweet spot inside you.

“That’s it Bruce, you’re doing so well” you whisper, your voice cracking with pleasure as he repeats his action.

Your reactions and your praise encourages him, he starts to curl and pump his fingers a bit faster inside you, working with you as you buck and grind against his hand. Your heavy breathing is mixing as you both watch each other get lost to pleasure as you each work the other with your hands.

Bruce let’s out something like as strangled groan and suddenly it hits you how close he is. You quickly retract your hand, leaving him groaning in frustration and throwing his head back, his hips bucking up into nothing.

“Patience babyboy” you kiss his neck again. “I’ll let you finish, don’t worry. I just want you do it inside me” you hum.

His moan gets lodged in his throat at that proposition. You keep peppering his neck and jaw with kisses as you gently guide his hand away from you, his fingers slipping out of you. He lets you place his hand on your waist once again.

You move you lips back to his once more, kissing him roughly for a moment before you pull away.

“You ready?” You ask him gently.

In a surprising moment of tenderness from Bruce, he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing over your cheek gently. He nods firmly to answer your question before he takes it upon himself to lean forwards and kiss you, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you close against him, your chest colliding with his.

You moan into each other’s mouths, the two of you getting taken over by a kind of frenzy, a sudden urge to just be as close as possible. The kiss leaves you dizzy and breathless, making you sit back to catch your breath. Bruce looks at you, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed over with lust, his pupils blown in the dim light of the room.

You keep your eyes locked together again as you reach between your bodies, your hand once again finding his aching cock. You grab it gently and move your hips to align yourself with him, letting the head of his cock brush through your wet folds.

You give him a last questioning nod, checking in with him one last time.

He nods back.

And you finally sink down onto his cock.

He whimpers as he feels the warm wetness of your cunt wrap around him, his voice cracks and his groan gets lodged in his throat.

“Fuck” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut, a hiss sounding from his mouth as you take him to the hilt inside you.

You moan loudly at the delicious stretch of him. His thick cock just made you feel so full. Bruce shifts his hips under you, desperate for you to start moving.

He’d been so good for you so far, obeying your every instruction. You decide to take mercy on him, on you both. You start to rock your hips slowly, taking the time to roll your hips against his. He groans again and his fingers dig into the flesh of your back. He starts to match your rhythm, bucking his hips softly up into you.

The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the wet sound of his cock lost inside you, your moans, and behind it all, the quiet and steady crackle of the fire behind you.

“Fuck” Bruce curses under his breath again. “You feel incredible” he grunts, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of your hips.

You can feel his body trembling under you and know that it won’t be long until he cums.

“Remember what I said about women not finishing from penetration alone?” You pant, letting one hand slide down your body, your fingers about to find their way to your clit

But your movement is stopped when Bruce grabs your hand and yanks it away.

He shakes his head as he growls, “let me.”

You moan at the commanding tone in his voice, a wave of euphoria pulsing through your body as you watch his hand once again find its place between your folds.

“Oh fuck, Bruce” you sigh contently as he’s quick to find your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He does exactly as he was taught, starting off slow and gentle, being deliberate in his motions as he begins to circle your clit once again.

But that’s not what you needed, nor wanted right now.

“Faster Bruce, please” you lean forward and tug his earlobe between your teeth, extracting another deep groan from him.

You release his earlobe with a moan as he speeds up his circles on your clit, his pace matching that of your own as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock.

“Ugh, yes baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good for me” your words are mumbled against his neck as you arch into his chest, your mind almost going dizzy and blank with pleasure.

“I’m... I’m close... I’m gonna...” he whines, throwing his head back again.

“Me too baby. Let go. Cum for me Bruce” you whisper.

You place a quick kiss to his cheek before you lean back to look at him, let him look at you.

The pure look of bliss on his face is enough to tip you over the edge. You gasp raggedly just as your climax tears through you, pleasure coursing through your veins, burning as hot as the fire behind you. Your noise causes Bruce’s eyes to snap open again to drink in the sight of you as you cum. You feel your pussy contract over Bruce’s cock, squeezing him inside you.

“Ugh, shit” he cries as your convulsing cunt causes him to tip over the edge himself.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his hips stilling as he pushes up inside you and he spills his release into you. You watch in satisfaction as his face contorts in pleasure, his typical hardened facade dropping. His one hand trembles as he continues to circle your clit, his pace slowing gently now he knew that you would get sensitive. You slowly decrease your pace of riding him as the two of your draw out your highs. When a shudder runs down your body Bruce takes the signal to stop rubbing your clit.

The two of you just sit for a moment, looking at each other contently, as you both attempt to catch your breath. Your hands move back to his neck, cupping the back of his head as your fingers scratch his scalp lightly.

“You did so good baby. That was amazing” you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his again briefly.

“Is there anything else I should know?” He murmurs after a moment.

He brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers moving to gently graze over your cheekbone.

“Umm, well I can’t speak for them all, but most girls really like to kiss as much as possible. Before, during, after. We just like to be kissed. Or at least I do” you shrug and laugh softly.

Bruce’s leans up and captures your lips with his, gently coaxing your face toward his with his hand still cupping your cheek. This time the kiss is soft, but sure; Bruce was a quick learner. This kiss felt fuelled by something different; there was a kind of energy behind it that you hadn’t noted before. His lips move against yours with confidence, drawing you into him even more.

When he stops, his lips barely an inch away from yours as he looks at you intensely. There’s something in his eyes that even you couldn’t read.

He then whispers, so softly you’d have missed it if his face wasn't so close to yours.

“I don’t think I care about most girls… just one.”

Part Two

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A/N: okay no bc I’m already thinking of a part 2 where reader teaches Bruce how to eat pussy too😵‍💫 we’ll see if I have time / if you guys like this🙈😅 anyway, I hope you guys did enjoy this, it was definitely a fun time to write!!

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she’s super awkward when you first meet, like she just can't seem to stop talking whenever you’re together

she’s self conscious that she’s annoying you but you actually find it really cute and endearing and you always make sure to tell her as much, she needs the reassurance sometimes

it’s Steve that sets the two of you up and encourages you guys to get together

also getting with Robin automatically comes with a free lifetime subscription to Steve’s lesbian protector programme, which includes Eddie as part of the package

you and Robin go out for lil dates together where there’s lots of discreet touching and holding of hands, longing glances, whispered compliments to avoid other people getting suspicious and thinking you were anything more than friends

your favourite date is your frequent movie nights, where Robin always steals the latest release from her work and brings it home for the two of you to watch

it’s your favourite kind of date bc the two of you are actually alone and are free to snuggle and kiss and touch as much a you please

you guys get matching patches to sow onto your denim jackets, everyone else just thinks it’s bc you’re a couple of besties but only you and Robin know better

the two of you are always sharing clothes, to the point where you’re no longer sure who’s clothes are who’s now anyway

bringing Steve and Eddie on date nights when you want to go out so you can get away with it looking you’re on a double date with the boys when actually you’re just there for each other - like you guys will go to the cinema or something and the boys will sit on either side of you, letting you guys be next to each other in the middle, so you can secretly hold hands without worrying about other people looking over from the side

she really likes to cup your face between her hands when you kiss

you guys have secret code words / signals for when you guys want to get away from a social situation that’s becoming too much for either one of you

you also have a lil secret code phrase to tell each other “I love you” when you’re in public

Robin can sometimes get easily flustered and stressed and you’ve learned well how to calm her down

she can get really fidgety when she’s stressed so you often let her play with your hair as a distraction to keep her mind and hands busy for a while

she also gets really giddy and hyper about things and you just love watching her excitement so much

Robin is also a fantastic listener and is great to vent to when you need it

the two of you also hardly ever get into arguments bc your communication skills are just on point so there’s almost never any miscommunication or things like that! she’d always rather sit down and have a proper conversation about the issue than have an argument where the two of get mad at each other

she’s not one for material gifts too much and prefers to have memorable experiences with you when it comes to anniversaries or birthdays etc.

that being said, you guys both definitely have a shared collection of plushies that you like add to whenever you find a cute one

I also feel like she’s the type to give you random affectionate lil bites and nips, ya know what I mean? like if you out your arm around her shoulders she’ll twist her head and give you a quick, gentle nip on the hand as a sign of affection

Robin is just a super cute and super enthusiastic girlfriend and I love her for that

pet-names: (for you) darling, sweetie, pumpkin, angel, my love

pet-names: (for her) Rob, honey, hun, baby, my love

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so I feel like this might be controversial but, as awkward as she can sometimes be, I actually see Robin as being mostly a dom in bed

like maybe the first few times you got together she was more sub, like just nerves as she gets to know you and your body and how your bodies work together

but once she’s got you and your body figured out, she fucking owns you, like I’m picturing her as a pleasure dom tbh, she loves to see how many times she can make you cum

she’s definitely into overstimulating you

loves to peg you, of course

is a fucking champion at eating pussy, like she absolutely fucking loves it when you sit on her face

not to mention how much she loves to make out with your after she’s eaten you out

I also just think she does like to kiss you a lot when you’re having sex

like you guys have to be super careful about not leaving visible marks on each other so you don’t get questioned, so she makes up for not being able to kiss your neck / body, etc. by just kissing your lips constantly

that being said, you both fucking love leaving hickies on each other where you know no one else will seem, it’s just a lil secret between the two of you

so her favourite spots to leave hickies on you are on your tits and your inner thighs, you like to leave hickies across her stomach and hip bones the most

69-ing is definitely one of her favourite positions

she likes to use a vibrator / wand on you, and she’ll make it her mission to make you squirt bc of it

I feel like she can a bit loud in bed and you’re often having to shhh her so that you don’t get caught

I also feel like she’s maybe a bit impatient when it comes to you pleasuring her, she doesn’t like to be teased as much and just wants to reach her high as quickly as possible

I can see Robin being into a lil bit of light bdsm, so she likes tying you up (this is usually when she likes to whip out the vibrator on you) , she’s into light pain play, like spanking you a lil bit if you’re being bratty

but she’ll never ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable and she’s always checking in during intimate sessions to make sure that you’re doing okay

she likes to have her hair pulled, she takes it as sign that she’s making you feel really fucking good, which is almost always true

remember those movie nights I mentioned? well sometimes if the film isn’t good, or if she’s just in the mood, Robin will slip her hand under your panties and make you cum on her fingers right there on the sofa

also Robin is an ass girl and she loves to grab fistfuls of you ass to pull you close to her as she fucks you - she’ll also slap your ass whenever she can get away with it

aftercare queen™️

will give you all of the snuggles and kisses afterwards, she’ll stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and tell you how good you were for her

she’ll just hold you, maybe swaying a bit, stroking your hair and humming until you eventually fall asleep in your arms

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

These were the moments you loved. Moments spent with your family. It was so rare that all of you would be together at one time, so you relished these small moments together.

You were all currently on the Domo, you and all ten of your fellow Eternals. Ajak and Gilgamesh had prepared the most delicious of meals. You’d all finished eating now, you were all just sat around talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company.

You had all just come down from laughing at something Kingo had said when you suddenly felt Druig’s hand come to rest on your thigh. You were only in a short sundress so his hand was brushing against your bare skin. You pay no mind to the small gesture, continuing to chat away with the rest of the Eternals.

But then Druig starts to move his hand even high up your thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps on your flesh as he travels towards your core. The slightest of sighs leaves your lips, quiet enough for only Druig to hear, and only because he was specifically listening out for you.

You can practically feel the smirk that stretches Druig’s lips when his fingers finally reach the apex of your thighs, brushing along your clothed core. He pushes his finger in slightly, just about making contact with your clit through the thin material of your panties.

You can then feel his brows furrow as you don’t even flinch at his contact. Your breathing remains steady, your face unreadable. Clearly frustrated by your lack of reaction Druig pushes his fingers harder against your clit, starting a circling motion. The only sign of you acknowledging this was your body tensing slightly, but still, nothing that anyone else would even notice.

You hear Druig huff lightly as he ramps up his motions, pushing your panties to the side and finally connecting his fingers directly with your clit. You smirk, cocking your head to pay better attention to what Ikaris was currently saying from across the table. Druig’s finger start to build a steady pace, circling your clit just the way he knows you like it.

You could practically feel the frustration rolling off Druig as you continued to show no reaction to him having his hand between your thighs whilst in the middle of a family dinner.

His frustration radiates into his movements as he again decides to take things even further, desperate to pull some kind of response from you. His fingers delve lower through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He circles your hole twice before he pushes two of his fingers inside you. You squirm the slightest bit as his fingers find home inside you, sinking down to the knuckles. But again, your squirm was no more than you would shift just to get comfortable in your seat, it was nothing to warrant any kind of acknowledgment from anyone else.

Druig starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them expertly to hit that sweet spot inside you. He then latches his thumb onto you clit, circling in time with his fingers working inside of you. You keep your attention on the conversation at hand, even joining in the laughing when Sprite cracks a witty comment.

If anything, Druig is the one getting more worked up than you. You can just about hear his breathing start to get heavier next to you, the tiniest of grunts passing his lips as he works his hand furiously between your legs. You laugh lightly, enjoying how desperate he was to make you crack. But you knew you wouldn’t. You were good at this game.

Druig feels your walls start to close in around his fingers, your orgasm approaching.You feel the smugness start to rise in his body again, thinking surely you’d have to break when he actually made you cum. But you didn’t. Your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching and convulsing around Druig’s fingers.

But on the outside you merely sighed softly, your breathing ever so slightly heavier than normal. Once Druig has pumped you through your orgasm he pulls his fingers from you harshly, a tiny squeak leaving your lips.

You hear him grunt in frustration next to you, his jaw taught, his nostrils flared. You look over at him and smirk, winking at him quickly.

...

You’d barely closed the door to yours and Druig’s room on the Domo when he’s suddenly roughly shoving you against it. His forearm is just below your neck, pinning you up against the door. His other hands grabs the hair at the back of your neck, forcing your head to tilt upwards to where his face is hovering above you, his lips curved in anger.

“What the hell was that?” He seethes, his lips forming a snarl where they were just an inch away from yours.

“You tell me” you bite back, raising an eyebrow defiantly. “You’re the one who decided to finger me under the dinner table."

“And you didn’t even squirm. Didn’t make a single noise” his nostrils flare with anger again.

“Well what can I say, I’m just very good at staying quiet” you shrug teasingly, lifting your chin in defiance.

“Oh yeah?” He taunts.

“Yeah” you tease back.

He looks you up and down, raking his gaze over you. He then shifts, moving his hips forward, trapping your own hips between his and door behind you. A small gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hardened cock pushing against you, straining in the fabric of his jeans.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” His breath is hot against your lips, his mouth so close and yet so far away. “I’m gonna make you scream sweetheart, I’m gonna make you fucking beg for my cock” he growls, leaning into your mouth only to pull back again at the last second, leaving you hanging with want. A soft whine sounds from you as he pulls himself away from you, leaving you limp against the door.

“Strip. Then get on the bed” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

And so you follow his instructions swiftly, shimmying out of your little dress before tugging your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked under his watchful gaze. An approving smirk paints his lips as he takes in your naked form, a sight he’d seen a thousand times before and yet one he would never grow tired of.

You gulp lightly, his eyes on you sending a flutter to your core. You walk over to the bed, laying down on your back, sitting up on your elbows.

“Open your legs” his voice is somehow simultaneously sharp and smooth.

Your mouth hangs open as your breathing already starts to get heavy, just the anticipation of what’s to come setting your entire body alight. You obey his instruction again, spreading your legs open on the bed, revealing your already soaked centre to him. He lets out a cocky scoff as he takes in the view. He’s then sauntering over to you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside just before he reaches the edge of the bed.

His eyes lock with yours as he sinks to his knees in front of you. His smirk grows at the sound of your moan. That’s what he wanted, to hear all manner of sinful sounds fall from your lips. He licks those cocky lips of his before he dives into your pussy. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it fervently.

You let out a small cry, tossing your head back as you revel in the feeling of his tongue gliding over your clit. He feels so good, your mind is already spinning. Going down on you was one of Druig’s favourite past times, so it’s suffice to say that he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how to work you. Your hips are starting to move of their own accord, bucking and grinding against his face. Another moan escapes you before you have time to swallow it. You resort to biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to keep your sounds contained.

“Let go of your lip, I want to hear you” Druig hums into your folds.

A whimper trembles through you as you dig your teeth harder into your lip. Druig sighs into your cunt, the vibrations surging through you. But you’re left wanting when his mouth moves off you suddenly. You look up just in time to lock eyes with him again, watching them start to glow gold.

“I said let go of your lip” he speaks slowly and deliberately.

You feel your entire body relax, your jaw going slack where your mouth suddenly hangs open.

“That’s better” Druig taunts, his eyes dimming as he reattaches his mouth to your throbbing clit.

You can hear yourself slowly start to get louder and louder as Druig coaxes you closer and closer to your climax. The fire burns deep in your core, Druig’s tongue working pure magic on your clit.

“Ah fuck, Druig” you cry, your head twisting to the side, your eyes screwed shut, one fist balled in the sheets beneath you, the other tightly wound in Druig’s hair. He hums in approval of your moans, the vibrations finally tipping you over the edge. A strangled cry flies from your throat as your climax races through you, pleasure coursing through your entire body. You gasp loudly with each breath as you convulse, Druig’s tongue continuing to work your clit as you flinch and jerk under his touch.

He finally pulls his mouth off you with a pop, looking down at you with pride plastered on his face as you fall back weakly onto the bed. Your chest is rising and falling deeply with your ragged breathing. You let out a hum of satisfaction.

But Druig just smirks again.

“Oh we’re not done yet sweetheart” he drawls, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, pulling you close to him again. Another moan already escapes you before he even touches you again.

He bites at your inner thigh, nipping across your skin before he reaches the apex of your thigh. He attaches his mouth to you again, but this time he situates himself lower, his tongue swirling around your hole. He pushes his nose against your clit, rubbing in an up and down motion as he starts to flick his tongue in and out of your entrance.

“Shit” you whisper. He’d barely even started up again and already your core was tightening like a coil, pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach.

As your moans get louder Druig works his tongue against you with more fervour, as if he was rewarding you for being more vocal. Your hand finds its way back into his hair, helping hold him in place as your hips rock against his face. He has one hand holding your thigh in place where it’s hooked over his shoulder. His other hand finds your free one, his fingers interlacing with yours, giving you a small squeeze as more sounds fall from your lips.

“Druig... fuck” you cry. “That feels amazing” you whine, your voice cracking with pleasure. He hums again.

“Ah, Druig... I’m gonna cum. Fuck...” you gasp as your second climax crashes over you. Your back arches, your toes curling, digging into Druig’s back, your hand twisting painfully tight in his hair. You swear you can feel him laugh cockily against you as you ride out your orgasm on his face.

You collapse against the mattress again, expecting Druig to stop. But he doesn’t. He just keeps going, his tongue fervently darting in and out of you. Your body starts to spasm, something like a sob leaving your throat as yet another little death rocks through your body.

“Shit, Druig” you pant, a tear springing in your eye as your body becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. Your thighs clench around his head, locking him in a vice-like grip as pleasure rolls through your body. He finally relents are you cry out a pathetic mewl, your body flinching away from his mouth.

He kisses the skin of your inner thigh where it rests just next to his head. He gently pushes your leg off him, leaving you sprawled, a fucked out mess, on the bed.

Another chuckle rumbles through his chest as he kisses his way up your body until his mouth finds yours. He opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You both groan into the kiss as your hands rapidly paw at each other. His hands snake around your neck, fingers twining in your hair. Your hands roam all over his bare chest, nails raking across his skin.

Your hands travel down his body until you reach the waistband of his jeans. But he just presses his hips tighter against yours, grinding the rough fabric against your sensitive slit, leaving your hands no room to unbuckle his trousers. You mewl into his mouth, a sudden desperation to have him inside you.

“What do you want little one?” He taunts, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark and lust-blown as they look down at you. You whine again, bucking your hips against his, silently asking for what you seek.

“Come on sweetheart, use your words. Let me hear you” he teases, his lips finding their way to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.

He continues his grinding movement, giving you just enough pressure to feel it, but not enough to really get you going. He was deliberately teasing you, waiting for your pleas to fall from your lips. You huff, finally feeling the same frustration that Druig must’ve felt earlier; the frustration of not getting what you want. If you wanted him to fuck you, you really were gonna have to beg for it.

You turn your head so your lips are against his ear. “Please Druig” you purr against the shell of his ear. He pushes himself up on his arms to look at you again.

“Please what?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly. “What do you want baby?” He grinds particularly hard on that last sentence, finally causing you snap with need.

“You. I want you Druig. I want you to fuck me, please. I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please Druig please” you cry, kissing all over his neck and throat between each word, your nails digging harshly into his back as you desperately pull him against you.

“Please Druig please” you continue to murmur against his skin as your hands travel back down towards his navel again. He groans loudly in your ear.

“Good girl” he praises before he finally reaches down between your two bodies, helping you to undo his belt and jeans. You roughly shove them down his legs, freeing his already leaking cock. You moan as you capture his mouth with your own again, your hand grabbing his dick. You start to move your wrist, pumping him lightly. But he’s quick to stop you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. He grunts with the restraint, fighting the want to just let you keep working him with your hand.

But he’s then swift to line himself up with your entrance, gathering your slick by stroking his head through your folds a few times. He then, at last, sinks his cock inside you. You both moan as you envelope him with your warmth, a further cry escaping your throat as he bottoms out inside you. You see a smirk on his lips again as he suddenly starts a fast and brutal pace.

He doesn’t waste time warming you up or letting your adjust to his size or his rhythm, he simply begins to pound into you, his hips slapping harshly against yours. You’re now powerless to stop the sounds that fly from your mouth, moans and whimpers, gasps and sighs as he hits that spot inside you over and over again.

“Oh fuck Druig, you feel so good” you cry into his neck.

“Yeah?” He breathes into the crook of your neck. You nod frantically as his hips jar into yours.

“Then let me hear you baby, let everyone hear you” he demands, biting down hard into your shoulder.

You cry out loudly at the pain and you feel him laugh darkly. You completely let go, all inhibitions and anxieties put aside, you simply let every sound that your body wanted to make loose from your mouth.

“That’s it baby” he encourages as you start to feel your walls tightening around him, another climax inbound. You can feel how sensitive you are from your previous orgasms, but right now you don’t care because fuck he felt so good inside you.

“Ahh, Druig” you pant loudly, your voice cracking again. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” you squeak.

“Yeah?” He kisses up your throat again. “Cum for me baby."

And so you do. And so he fulfils his promise, his name a scream on your lips as your orgasm tears through your body.

“Shit baby, you sound so fucking beautiful screaming my name” he grunts as his pace stutters and falters, his hips jaggedly rutting into yours as he approaches his own climax. Your name is a curse on his lips as he finally stills, his hot load spilling inside you, his hot breath mixing with yours as both your mouths hang open in euphoria. He kisses you sloppily again as you both revel in your highs, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other. He pulls back the slightest bit to look at you again, a complete wreck beneath him. That gods-forsaken smirk back on his face.

“Told you I’d make you scream."

...

You and Druig walk hand-in-hand into the common area the next morning, finding most of your fellow Eternals already there and waiting. All conversation stops when you two enter, all eyes snapping towards you. You and Druig look around in confusion before Sprite finally pipes up.

“You do realise that all our rooms are adjoined here on the Domo?” She cringes.

“Yeah what we heard last night was just down right disturbing” Kingo chimes in, pulling a mock disgusted face.

You blush and bury your head in Druig’s chest, but you just know he’s just the most shit-eating grin plastered on his face, full of pride that everyone else got to hear the way you scream for him.

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A/N: this may or may not have been inspired by my personal ability to stay incredibly quiet in bed👀 lmao, hope you enjoyed this!!✨🖤💫

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