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summary: Annual lake trip, two twin beds, and a lot of pent up energy. You and Steve keep it hush-hush while watching each other get off across the room, all shaky laughs and whispered praise.
Youâre sprawled on the squeaky twin bed youâve claimed every summer since you were five. The old quilt under you still smells like lake water and sunscreen, even after your moms washed everything this morning and the screened windows let in the hum of crickets and the lap of water against the dock. Every other light in the cabin is out, but the moon is bright enough to paint silver bars across the hardwood floor.
Across the room, your best friend, Steve, lies on his back on the matching twin. His damp hair sticks up from the shower you both took down the hallâseparately, because youâre still pretending itâs no big deal to rinse off with him waiting a few feet away, towels slung low on narrow hips. Now heâs in soft plaid sleep shorts and a nearly see through high school basketball tee that survived too many laundry cycles. An open Rolling Stone rests on his stomach; he idly flips a page, the glossy paper catching moonlight. But every thirty seconds he glances at you like he canât help checking that youâre still there.
You tighten your ponytail and pretend to read a paperbackâsome dog-eared thriller you grabbed off the cabin shelfâthough the words blur. All day heâd been a little extra: helping you knot your life jacket, steadying your elbow when you climbed back in the boat, sitting beside you on the worn deck boards while everyone else swam at sunset. When you shivered he pressed his arm along yours, like sharing warmth was obvious. The tension has been building since last summer, maybe since forever, but tonight it hums so loud you swear the room vibrates with it.
Steve closes the magazine and tosses it onto the nightstand. âYou good over there?â His voice is low so it wonât carry past the closed bedroom door.
âYeah. Just⌠thinking.â
âAbout?â He rolls to his side, propping his cheek on his palm. In the half-dark his eyes are almost black.
You shrug. âHow weird it is that weâre still here, in this room. Same ugly striped wallpaper, same beds that creak if you breathe too hard.â
âSome things never changeâ he says, a small smile playing at his lips. âExceptâŚâ He lifts one eyebrow. âWe kinda did.â
Your heart thuds. âYeahâ you whisper.
Silence stretches. The air feels thick, heavier than the humid summer night outside. You want to say somethingâanythingâabout how he made your stomach flutter today, how you caught him watching the water drip down your collarbone. But your throat sticks.
Steveâs gaze drops to your legs, bare to mid-thigh in old sleep shorts. His tongue wets his bottom lip before he drags his eyes back to yours. âI keep thinking about earlierâ he murmurs.
Your pulse jumps. âWhich part?â
âWhen you laughed at my stupid cannonball and water ran down your neck.â He clears his throat. âCouldnât stop staring.â
Heat flares in your cheeks. The sheets suddenly feel scratchy, too warm. You shift, thighs pressing together. âMaybe you shouldâve joined me on the dock instead of showing off.â
He huffs a soft laugh. âI show off because it makes you look at me.â
âI look at you anywayâ you admit, voice barely a breath.
He sits, knees bent feet flat on the floor. Moonlight paints his shoulders, the swell of muscle under cotton. âCâmereâ he says almost pleading, then shakes his head. âWait. No, stay. If you come over here, Iâm not sure Iâll stop myself.â
Your stomach flips. A brave, reckless spark lights behind your ribs. âWhat if I donât want you to stop?â
Steveâs knuckles whiten on the mattress. âParents are two doors downâ he reminds, though his eyes say heâs fighting himself more than them.
âSo weâre quietâ you breathe. You tuck one knee up, the hem of your shorts sliding higher. His gaze follows. The room feels smaller, like the airâs been sucked out.
You could climb into his bedâcross those three feet, finally kiss the freckles on his nose, feel his hands map the curve of your waist without life jackets or parents around. But the careful friend part of you knows youâd lose any chance of subtlety. One creak and the whole cabin would know.
An idea clicks. Itâs bold, but the need simmering in your core pushes the words out. âWe could⌠stay in our beds.â
Steve frowns, confused, then his eyes widen as it dawns. âYou meanââ
âYeah.â Your pulse is a drum. âIf you want.â
He sucks in a shaky breath. âI do⌠I want to.â The admission sounds prayer-soft.
Neither of you moves for a full ten seconds. Then Steve brushes a hand through his hair and reaches for the waistband of his shorts, pausing. âYou sure?â
Your stomach flutters. You slide your own shorts down your hips, letting him watch the slow drag of fabric over your thighs. Cool air kisses your damp underwear. âSo sure.â
His groan is low, desperate and he shoves his shorts off, leaving only snug boxer-briefs that already tent at the front. Your mouth waters. He palms himself through the cotton hips lifting an inch. âFuck, look at youâ he whispers. âPrettiest girl Iâve ever seen.â
You ease onto your elbows, spreading your knees, letting him see the thin damp line darkening your panties. His breath stutters. You slide a finger beneath the waistband and tug them just enough to tease. The elastic snaps back against skin, and he bites his lip.
âYou firstâ you say, voice trembling with nerves and thrill.
His hands are big, clumsy for once as he pushes his boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and flushed tip glistening. He wraps a hand around the base breath hitching. âGod, youâre gonna make me come just by staring.â
âDonât you dareâ you tease, though your own voice cracks. You peel your panties off, toss them aside, knees falling farther apart. Two fingers slide through slick heat and you moan before you can swallow it.
Steveâs eyes glaze. âTouch yourself for me, baby. Let me see how wet you are.â
The nickname rolls over you like warm waves. You circle your clit, hips rocking. Across the room he matches your rhythm, fist gliding up, thumb swiping precum across the head. The wet sound mixes with your softer ones, sinful harmony over crickets.
âYou look so goodâ he groans. âBeen thinking about this all day. Hell, since last summer.â
âSteveââ Your voice breaks on his name. He strokes faster, jaw clenched eyes glued to the way your fingers disappear between folds.
âWish it was my mouthâ he mutters, hips jerking.
âLaterâ you promise, surprising even yourself. âRight now I wanna watch you, wanna hear you.â
That pulls a wrecked laugh from him. âBossy tonight.â
âShut up and show me.â You squeeze your breast through your tank top, thumb flicking your nipple.
His hand falters. âTake it off, please.â
You sit up, yank the tank over your head, bare under the moonlight. The night air pebbles your nipples, and Steve exhales like he was punched. âPretty girlâ he breathes. âMy pretty girl.â
Heat coils tighter in your belly. Your fingers slip inside, pumping shallowly while your thumb circles your clit. Steve tracks every movement like itâs oxygen.
âWish I could feel youâ he rasps. âBet youâre so tight. Bet youâd squeeze me so good.â
Your back arches. âSteveâdonât stop talking.â
He chuckles, strained. âYeah? You like my mouth? Youâd like it on your pussy, taste how sweet you are while you whine for me.â
A sharp moan breaks from your throat. Wet sounds fill the room, both yours and his. His fist moves slick and fast, and your hips lift off the mattress.
âFuck, baby, youâre gorgeous. Been jerking off thinking about you for months. Wondered if you touched yourself thinking about me.â
âEvery nightâ you gasp. âPretend itâs your fingers, your cock.â
That nearly undoes him. He squeezes the base tries to slow. âWant you bouncing on me, tits in my face, calling me Stevie like you do when you want something.â
You whimper, free hand pinching a nipple. âStevie, need to come.â
âThen come for meâ he pleads. âLet me see that pretty pussy come.â
Pressure builds, white-hot. You rub faster breath catching. âKeep talking.â
He obliges, a stream of praisesââso goodâ âso perfectâ âmineâ until your muscles seize. Pleasure detonates, sparks behind eyelids, a cry muffled into the back of your hand. Your body trembles through the waves as you thrust into your palm.
The sight unravels him. âShitâgonnaââ His hips buck and he spills across his stomach, thick stripes glistening. He slows his hand but keeps pumping until heâs empty, groaning your name like a secret.
For a minute all you hear is shared panting. Your legs quake. Steve wipes his tummy with the corner of his sheet, then laughs softly, breathless. âThat wasââ
âYeah.â You cover your face, giggling. âWe justâŚâ
He grins, cheeks pink. âBest lake trip ever.â
After a beat he stands, tucks himself back in his boxers, crosses the creaky floor. You sit up, pulling the sheet over your chest, suddenly shy. He reaches your bed crouches to brush damp hair from your forehead.
âYou okay?â he murmurs.
âBetter than okay.â You bite your lip. âYou?â
âDonât regret a thingâ he says. His thumb strokes your cheek. âExcept maybe not holding you after.â
Your heart melts. You glance at his empty bed. âYou could stay in mine. If youâre quiet.â
He glances at the door, then back. âScoot.â
You lift the sheet and he slides in beside you, both of you fitting awkwardly but managing. His arm curls around your waist, chest pressed to your back. The mattress dips, creaks, but holds. You sigh, warm and safe.
âNext yearâ he whispers against your neck, âmaybe we spring for a queen-size.â
You giggle. âThink our parents will notice?â
He kisses just below your ear, gentle. âLet âem. Pretty sure theyâve been waiting for this longer than we have.â
You laugh, soft and sleepy. He squeezes you closer nose buried in your hair.
âNight, pretty girl.â
âNight, Steve.â
Outside, the lake laps steady at the shore, as if itâs heard it all beforeâand approves.
a/n: hii babies, happy saturday!! hereâs a little bsf!Steve to get you through the weekend. ugh you know how much i loooove best friends to lovers trope đ be feral & stay hydrated!
Friday Night Static - Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Inexperienced!Fem!Reader
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Warnings: MDNI | best friends to lovers | mutual pining (they donât know the other feels it) | jealous Steve | soft and guiding Steve | first kiss | fingering (detailed and obscene) | sloppy makeouts | pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby) | slow burn smut | emotional confession | lots of feelings and tenderness.
Word Count: 5.8k
A/N: Iâm not really sure how I feel about this. I did change it at the last minute, it just made more sense to me this way, so I hope you guys like it.. me personally I feel like itâs not that great but it could just be me.
Divider - cursed-carmine
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The VCR clicked and whirred as the tape rewound for the third time that night. The Thing was still playing in the backgroundâKurt Russell yelling at the snow while the Thing screamed backâbut neither of you were really watching anymore. You were curled into the corner of the couch like always, knees tucked under one of Steveâs old Hawkins High sweatshirts that heâd âforgottenâ at your place two years ago. Steve was sprawled beside you, one arm draped along the back of the couch, fingers idly brushing the sleeve of your sweatshirt every few minutes like it was accidental.
It wasnât.
Youâd been doing this exact routine since junior yearâFriday nights, popcorn that was half butter and half regret, horror movies or dumb comedies, and the two of you pretending the space between your bodies wasnât humming with something you both refused to name.
You met Steve in the fall of 1983. You were a nervous sophomore, he was the golden senior with the perfect hair and the even more perfect reputation. Youâd been assigned to tutor him in English after he bombed a paper on Of Mice and Men. He showed up to the first session with a black eye from basketball practice and a smirk that made your stomach flip.
Instead of studying, he spent forty minutes asking you about the monster movies you lovedâFrankenstein, The Wolf Man, the old black-and-white ones your dad used to play on Saturday nights. By the end of the hour heâd called you âsweetheartâ for the first time and youâd laughed so hard you snorted. He never teased you about it.
After he graduated, the friendship didnât die like everyone said it would. Heâd show up at your locker between classes with slushies from the 7-Eleven. Youâd help him study for his community college classes. When the Upside Down nightmares started, he was the one who showed up at your window at 3 a.m. with bloody knuckles and a split lip, asking if he could just⌠sit with you. You let him. He fell asleep on your floor with his head against your knee.
Youâd been in love with him since that first tutoring session.
Heâd been in love with you since the night you let him cry in your lap without asking questions.
Neither of you had ever said it.
Because what if it ruined everything?
Tonight was supposed to be normal. But youâd been fidgeting with the hem of the sweatshirt for the last twenty minutes, working up the courage to say the words that had been burning in your throat since Monday.
Steve noticed. He always noticed.
âAlright, honey,â he said, pausing the tape with the remote. The room went quieter, just the low hum of the TV static and the occasional creak of the old couch. âYouâve been weird all night. Spill.â
You swallowed. Your heart was hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it.
âI⌠I have a date tomorrow.â
The words dropped between you like a stone in still water.
Steve went very, very still. His arm slid off the back of the couch. The easy smile heâd been wearing all night faltered, then disappeared completely.
âA date,â he repeated. Flat. Like he was testing the word to see if it tasted wrong. âWith who?â
âMark from the record store,â you said, trying to sound casual. âHe asked me on Wednesday. Said he likes the same horror stuff I do. Weâre just⌠grabbing coffee and maybe seeing a movie. Nothing huge.â
Steveâs jaw flexed. He sat up straighter, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his famously perfect hair until it stuck up in stressed spikes.
âMark,â he muttered. âThe guy who wears the same Metallica shirt three days in a row and thinks Halloween is overrated?â
You huffed a laugh, but it came out nervous. âSteve.â
âNo, Iâm serious.â His voice was tighter than youâd ever heard it during one of these nights. âYou sure about this? You barely know the guy. What if heâs weird? What if he tries something?â
âHeâs not going to try something on a first date, Steve. Itâs coffee.â
âYeah, well, coffee turns into âwanna come back to my place and watch a movieâ and thenââ He cut himself off, rubbing a hand over his face. âYouâve never⌠you know. Done any of this before.â
Your cheeks burned. He knew. Of course he knew. Youâd told him years ago, drunk on cheap wine coolers in the back of his car after prom, that youâd never been kissed. Never been touched. Never even held someoneâs hand in a way that meant anything. Heâd gone quiet that night, just squeezed your knee and said, âWhoever gets you someday is gonna be the luckiest asshole on the planet, sweetheart.â
Youâd thought he was just being nice.
âI know Iâm inexperienced,â you said, voice small. âThatâs why I said yes. I need to⌠start somewhere. I canât keep waiting for the perfect moment that never comes.â
Steveâs eyes snapped to yours. Something raw and desperate flickered across his face.
âYou donât have to start with him,â he said, almost pleading. âHoney, you deserve better than some record-store douche who doesnât even know how to treat you right. What if heâs pushy? What if he laughs when you donât know what youâre doing? What ifââ
âWhy are you doing this?â The frustration bubbled up faster than you expected. You sat up, pulling the sweatshirt sleeves over your hands like armor. âWhy are you trying so hard to talk me out of one stupid date? Youâve had a million dates, Steve. Youâve slept with half the town. Why canât I have one?â
âBecause itâs not supposed to be him!â
The words burst out of him, loud in the quiet living room. He looked as shocked as you felt.
Steve stared at you, chest rising and falling too fast. His honey-brown eyes were wide, vulnerable in a way youâd only seen a handful of timesâusually after nightmares or when he talked about his parents.
âItâs not supposed to be him,â he repeated, softer this time. Voice cracking. âItâs supposed to be me.â
The air left the room.
You blinked. âWhat?â
Steve swallowed hard. His hands were shaking where they rested on his thighs. He looked at the paused TV like it might give him courage, then back at you.
âIâve been in love with you since that first tutoring session,â he said, the confession tumbling out like heâd been holding it underwater for years. âSince you laughed at my shitty essay and told me Lennie didnât deserve what happened to him. Since you let me sleep on your floor after I got my ass kicked by Billy. Since⌠since every Friday night where I sit here pretending I donât want to kiss you stupid every time you quote the movie at me.â
Your heart stopped. Then restarted at double speed.
âSteveâŚâ
âI never said anything because I didnât want to lose you,â he continued, voice raw. âYouâre my best friend. The only person whoâs ever seen all the ugly parts of me and stayed. I thought if I told you, youâd pull away. That it would ruin this.â He gestured between you, the couch, the half-eaten popcorn bowl, the whole fragile thing youâd built. âBut the thought of someone else touching youâkissing youâbeing the first one to learn what you sound like when you feel good⌠I canât. I canât, honey. I donât want anyone else to have you. I want it to be me that gets to have you. If youâll let me.â
Tears pricked at your eyes. Your hands were trembling in your lap.
âI thought it was just me,â you whispered. âIâve loved you since you called me sweetheart the first time and didnât laugh when I snorted. I just⌠I was scared too.â
Steveâs breath hitched. He moved before either of you could overthink itâsliding across the couch until his thigh pressed against yours. One big hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip like heâd imagined doing a thousand times.
âCan I kiss you?â he asked, voice barely audible. âPlease, baby. Let me be your first.â
You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
Steve leaned in slowâgiving you every chance to change your mind. His breath fanned across your lips, warm and shaky. Then his mouth was on yours.
It wasnât perfect. You didnât know how to move, didnât know how much pressure to use. Your lips were stiff at first, nervous. But Steve didnât care. He groaned softly against you, tilting his head to fit better, guiding you with gentle patience.
âRelax, sweetheart,â he murmured between kisses. âJust follow me. Like thisâŚâ
He kissed you again, slower, coaxing your mouth open with the soft press of his tongue. You gasped at the wet heat of it, and he took the opportunity to slide insideâtasting you, teaching you. It was sloppy. Wet. Your teeth clicked once and you pulled back with a mortified whimper, but Steve just chuckled, low and fond.
âItâs okay,â he whispered, forehead resting against yours. âItâs supposed to be messy the first time. Iâve got you.â
He kissed you again. And again. Each one deeper, longer, until the two of you were sinking into the couch. Your hands fisted in his polo shirt. His fingers threaded into your hair, angling your head exactly how he wanted. The kisses turned heatedâopen-mouthed and desperate. Tongues sliding, breaths mingling, little wet sounds filling the space between you.
You were embarrassingly wet already. You could feel it soaking through your panties, slick and hot between your thighs. Every time Steve groaned into your mouth your core clenched, aching in a way youâd never felt before.
âSteve,â you whimpered when he pulled back for air. Your lips were swollen, shiny with spit. âI⌠I feel weird. Good weird. Butââ
âI know, honey.â His voice was wrecked. He looked down at you like you were the only thing in the world. âCan I touch you? Just my fingers. I wonât do anything else tonight. I just⌠I need to make you feel good. Please let me.â
You nodded before you could second-guess yourself. âYes. Please.â
Steve kissed you againâsoft and reassuringâwhile his hand slid under the hem of the sweatshirt. He palmed your breast through your bra first, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened. You moaned into his mouth, the sound shocking you. He smiled against your lips.
âGood girl,â he praised quietly. âSo sensitive for me already.â
His hand traveled lower. Over your stomach. Under the waistband of your sleep shorts. When his fingers brushed the soaked front of your panties he groaned like heâd been punched.
âFuck, sweetheart. Youâre drenched.â
The embarrassment hit you like a wave, but Steve didnât let you hide. He kissed you deeper, messier, while he hooked two fingers under the fabric and pulled it aside. The first direct touch of his fingertips against your bare folds made you jolt.
âShhh, Iâve got you,â he soothed. âJust feel it. Tell me if itâs too much.â
He dragged his fingers up through your slick, gathering it, spreading it over your clit in slow, slick circles. The obscene wet sound of itâsquelch, squelchâfilled the living room, louder than the paused movie. Your face burned, but you couldnât stop the whimper that escaped.
âSo wet,â Steve murmured against your mouth. âAll this for me? Just from kissing?â
You nodded frantically, hips twitching. He kissed you againâsloppy, uncoordinated, tongues tangling as he dipped one thick finger inside you. The stretch was strange but good. So good. He pumped it slowly, curling it against your front wall while his thumb kept rubbing tight circles on your clit.
The sounds were filthy. Wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick-schlick every time his finger moved in and out of your soaked pussy. Your soft moans and whimpers mixed with his low groans, the couch creaking under you as you writhed.
âAnother one, honey?â he asked, voice strained. âYou think you can take it? Youâre doing so good for me.â
You nodded, burying your face in his neck. He added a second finger. The stretch burned for a second, then melted into liquid heat. He scissored them gently, opening you up, stroking that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His thumb never stopped on your clitâsteady, perfect pressure.
The kiss never fully stopped either. It was messyâmostly open mouths panting against each other, occasional desperate presses of lips, tongues licking into each otherâs mouths whenever you could manage it. Spit slicked your chins. You didnât care.
âSteveâoh godââ Your voice cracked. The pressure was building fast, unfamiliar and overwhelming. âI think Iâm gonnaââ
âCum for me, baby,â he murmured against your lips. âLet me feel it. Let me hear those pretty sounds.â
He curled his fingers harder, rubbed your clit faster. The wet sounds grew louder, more frantic. Your thighs shook. Your back arched. And then you brokeâclenching hard around his fingers, a high, keening whimper tearing from your throat as pleasure crashed through you in waves.
Steve worked you through it, murmuring praise against your mouth. âThatâs it, sweetheart. So good. So fucking perfect. My girl. All mine.â
When the aftershocks faded he slowly withdrew his fingers. The loss made you whine. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean with a groan, eyes fluttering shut like you tasted better than anything heâd ever had.
Then he was kissing you againâsoft now, sweet, lazy presses of lips while he fixed your panties and pulled the sweatshirt back down over your hips. He tucked you against his chest, arms wrapped tight around you like he was afraid youâd disappear.
âI meant it,â he whispered into your hair. âI donât want anyone else touching you. Not Mark. Not anyone. Just me. If youâll have me.â
You tilted your head up, lips brushing his jaw. âIâve only ever wanted you, Steve.â
He smiledâsmall, relieved, devastatingly soft.
âStay here tonight?â he asked. âMovie nightâs not over. And I⌠I really donât want to let you go yet.â
You nodded, curling closer. The TV was still paused on Kurt Russellâs shocked face. The popcorn was cold. Your thighs were sticky and your lips were swollen.
It was the best Friday night youâd ever had.
Steve reached for the remote without letting you go.
âWant to restart it?â he asked, voice warm with affection. âOr⌠we could just stay like this for a while.â
You kissed the corner of his mouth, still clumsy but getting better already.
summary: based on two requests that i just kinda merged lol! title is pretty self explanatory.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
classification: smutty blurb
warnings: 18+, not my gif!, cussing, big dick steve, unprotected sex (don't do that!), creampie obvi, kinda implied breeding kink? but not directly stated, also not proofread
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steve had a rough day. and when he has a rough day, he leans on you. always.
that's how you end up straddling him in your bed, your wet lips slotted against his, gently grinding over his barely clothed bulge. he pathetically whines into your mouth, hips bucking up into your warmth as he chases the sensation.
you break apart for a moment to kiss down his beautiful neck. he tries to speak through his heavy breaths. "f-fuck- baby, please, just lemme fuck you, i can't..."
you smile against the hot skin of his neck, gently nibbling at the skin there before you tug down his boxers. he sighs at the release of his thick cock, pulling your panties aside with his long fingers so you can sink down.
you position yourself over him, his fat tip nudging at your entrance. a wet sound fills the room as you slowly, slowly sink down onto his cock, whimpering at how fucking big he is. he grasps at your hips, his eyes rolling back.
"god- shit, honey, so warm... fuck."
a moan is punched from your chest when he bottoms out, his cock feeling like it could reach your throat. you lean over him for a moment, adjusting to the stinging stretch while he wraps his arms around you.
"you okay?" he murmurs into your ear.
you nod and hum a confirmation, giving a slow, experimental roll of your hips. he hisses, gently pushing you back to look at your face.
"you look so pretty like this," he whispers, brushing hair out of your face. "cmon, now. ride me, baby."
so you do.
you ride him slow, just how he likes it when he wants to decompress. your hips move up and down slowly, gently bouncing on him, his tip nudging at your cervix with each thrust. he meets your hips with shallow bucks, groaning at the sound of your slick sliding against his cock.
he keeps his eyes on where he continues to disappear inside you, on where that white, creamy ring is forming around his base. he pulls you down into a deep kiss - not exactly rough, but not exactly gentle.
you moan into his mouth, moving faster. "mm- oh, steve, fuck, m'so full."
"yeah?" he practically whines, his hands guiding your hips to move faster. "you like being stuffed full of me, huh, baby?"
you nod, biting your lip to hold back your noises from becoming too loud. he leans up, kissing across your chest as he squeezes one of your breasts. "you take such good care of me," he mutters. "i come home all pissy and you- hah, fuck- you just take such good care of me, no questions asked."
his hips are moving up into yours faster now, the hand on your breast moving to rub your clit, so gently, in the smallest circles.
the sensation causes your thighs to tremble around his hips. "stevie, m'gonna-"
"i know, baby, i know." he moans when you clench around him. "you got this, honey, just let it happen."
your vision goes white when you cum around his cock, trembling as you whine into his neck and weakly move your hips. your walls flutter around him, your lips brush against his neck, your nails rake down his chest, and suddenly, it's all too much for him.
"oh, fuck-" he groans, and he's cumming inside of you before he knows it.
you jolt at the unknown feeling of his warmth filling you to the brim, but he keeps you held close. somehow... you're not exactly mad.
he slowly comes back down, his chest heaving, his lips kissing all over your face. then the clarity hits.
"oh my god, holy fuck- oh, i'm so sorry, honey, shit!"
he quickly pulls you off him and you whine at the sudden emptiness. he looks between your legs, trying to ignore how the sight of his cum dripping out of you gets him hard all over again.
"i'm so sorry, baby. let me clean you up, and we'll get you a morning after pill, yeah?"
he stumbles when he stands, trying to tug his boxers back on. you laugh when he falls onto the floor.
"stevie, hey. it's fine. i'm on the pill, you know that."
"but-" he stammers, scrambling to get back on his feet to look at you. "but you didn't give me permission to do that."
"it's fine, baby. obviously, warn me next time, but i'm not mad at all. honestly... it was hot."
his face flushes. he stares up at you with those big eyes of his that melt you. "yeah?"
"yeah," you whisper, brushing back the hair that sticks to his forehead with sweat. "i'd let you do it again."
he crawls over you again, kissing your lips.
"can i do it again right now?" he murmurs.
you giggle, swatting at his chest. "what happened to being apologetic?"
"you said it was okay!" he retorts, kissing down your neck.
that night, he didn't stop filling you to the brim until you were both spent.
Sub! Logan would be so fucking hot. And the way you write him is soo good! I'd love to see your ideas about how he would act as a sub.
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âGoing to pearls,â a woman spoke as she got into his car. âWhatâs your name?â He asked to confirm. âY/n,â she said. The man turned around, realizing that this young lady was alone.
Usually, he picks up a huge group. Thatâs why he has a limousine, but sheâs alone and has no one on her guest list.
âYou gonna drive, handsome?â Y/n asked. Logan quickly turned back around and began driving. He was surprised by the nickname, but he let it go. Heâs been called everything by now.
Loganâs been driving for ten minutes, music low, and y/n looking out the window. Heâs never felt this awkwardness because it wasnât him and only one person in the car.
âSo â Friends busy?â He asked. Y/n slowly turned her head, looking at the man in the mirror. âAll canceled. As always,â she added before she looked back out of the window.
âOh,â he said, feeling a bit bad. He could see she paid one hundred for every hour tonight, and he would be with her for six hours.
âI mean, I can talk to my job, probably give you a refund or somethin,â he said, feeling like he should help her in some way. Usually, the man couldnât care less, but y/nâs a young woman going to a club alone.
âIâll be fine â Guess all the drinks I bought will be for me,â she said in a low voice that pained Logan to hear. She seemed sweet, and her friends canceled out on her. All of them.
âWhat was this for? Like, tonight? What did you have planned for tonight?â He kept a conversation going which confused y/n. His profile says he preferred not to talk and that he wouldnât talk first.
âWell, itâs kind of my birthday, so â Yeah,â y/n sighed. âOh, well â Happy birthday?â He said, not knowing if it was appropriate. The woman giggled to herself at his attempt to make her feel better.
âAre you sure you donât wanna drink? Iâve got plenty and I canât leave with any bottles,â she said, pointing to the bottles on the table, all hard liquor and only one juice for a mixture.
âI kind of have to drive you back home,â Logan turned down her offer, which heâd never done before. âCâmon! Itâs my birthday,â she smiled at the man as she raised a bottle for him to take.
Logan waved her off, wanting to be responsible and think about her life that could be at stake, but he still felt bad about the empty spaces on the couches.
âFine, but only if you donât report me,â he joked, making her laugh as she took a bottle herself. âCheers to me and my only friend who showed up which is the bodyguard,â she raised her drink.
âCheers,â the man chuckled before raising the drink to his lips. He watched the girl drink, thinking it would be a small amount like any young lady, but her â She had almost chugged half the bottle.
âWoah, bub â Donât hurt yourself,â he said, making her roll her eyes playfully. âOh, donât be mad because I can drink more than you,â she said, wanting to have some kind of fun tonight. Getting her bodyguard drunk and then driving her home sounds like a fun story to tell.
âTrust me, y/n â You canât,â he said, but y/n didnât believe him. That was until he shrugged his shoulders and chugged the whole bottle. The expression across her face was stunned. Sheâs never seen anything like that before.
âWhat the fuck,â she whispered. âYeah â Kinda my power,â he chuckled. The man turned around to start his job and stood outside of her closed section until she spoke.
âWait! I-Iâm kind of alone so I donât mind if you â stay? Please, I kind of feel like shit,â she admitted. She told her friends she was completely fine about their cancellation, but sheâs not. She lost a lot of money and her mood was talk.
Logan couldnât turn the offer down just like the last, so he stayed. The two drank all night, finishing every last bottle. She even got him to dance with her which he wouldnât have done with anyone else. He had no idea whatâs gotten into him tonight.
âGod, tonight was fun,â y/n said as the man turned the corner where her apartment was. âYeah, it was,â Logan smiled as he took a quick look at the young lady who was now sitting in the passenger seat, body turned towards him.
âYou donât understand how much I appreciate you, Mister Logan. You were the best fun Iâve had in like years!â She admitted. He wasnât scared to drink and dance like most of her friends were.
âYouâre the most fun Iâve had in maybe forever,â Logan meant it, but she had no idea who this man was. She was too sad to notice when she first met him and now sheâs too drunk to realize.
âIs there a way I can repay you? Maybe like a cup of tea? I donât fuckinâ know,â y/n laughed with him. âI donât know, hun, I kind of have to get back home,â he said.
âHow far do you live from here?â She asked. âAbout thirty minutes,â he said. âOh, no,â she gasped. Heâd been drinking because of her, and now she was going to have him drive back and half an hour just to get him.
âDonât worry, bub. I've been doinâ this a lot,â he said. âYeah, but Iâll be stressed all night. Please, stay the night. I have a spare room? Itâs the least I can do,â she said, sounding like a beg. âGod, itâs hard to turn you down. Do you know that?â He said as y/n smiled.
Logan parked the car for the night before y/n got him situated in her spare room. âStill want tea?â She asked. âI think Iâll be fine, bub,â he said. âBut a shot would due,â he added. He had seen the liquor drawer she had.
âCominâ right up, handsome,â she said before walking off. As she did, he couldnât help but watch her figure. He scanned her dress earlier, but she looked way better just now. Maybe it was the alcohol? He didnât know.
âYou always drink this much?â She asked. âYeah, and you?â He asked as she handed him his shot before sitting next to him with hers. âAs you can see,â she giggled.
âCheers to a goodnight with a man I brought back from the club?â She couldnât help herself. âCheers,â the man downed the drink as he watched her. Sheâs looked so drinkingâŚ
âGod, that itâs hard,â she shook her head. âYeah,â he aimlessly said as he watched a drop of liquor roll down her lip. âHey, câmere,â the man said, softly turning her face before wiping the liquor from her mouth.
Y/n was shocked and silent, not knowing what to do after. That seemed so sweet, but at the same time, she was drunk out of her mind.
âThey look pretty,â the man spoke, breaking the silence. His thumb grazed her bottom lip, loving the smooth feeling of them. âReally?â She asked low, feeling shy all of a sudden. She hasnât been all night until now.
âMhm hm,â he mumbled as he slowly leaned into her. She felt like she was in a trance the way she felt she needed to lean in. Her heart was raising until their lips touched.
At first, it was sweet and slow, maybe a little tongue but after they both opened and locked eyes, they couldnât help it.
Y/n quickly hopped on top of Logan, now grinding on his hips as he held her up by her ass. The man was shocked at her aggression and dominance but couldnât complain.
âYou taste so good,â she said under her breath as she kissed him. âIâm glad I took you home,â she added before moving down to his neck. She felt this hard urge to mark the man she hardly knew.
âFuck, y/n,â Logan moaned low. He knew his voice could go that high. Y/n hummed into his neck, sucking long and rough to make sure he was living here marked up.
âCan feel how hard you are. Bet youâve been waiting for me to touch you all night, hm?â She asked, hands traveling down his stomach until she could palm his clothes cock.
âMhm hm,â the man whined at her grip. âWords, baby,â she demanded in a soft voice. âY-Yes, baby,â the manâs mouth went slack at her touch. âSo good,â she said before pushing him down in the bed.
âGonna be good for me tonight?â She asked as he nodded quickly. âGonna be my birthday gift, baby?â Y/n had lifted her dress before fondling with his belt. âYes, yes, I am,â he couldnât hide his heavy breathing.
âOh god â Youâre a big boy, arenât you?â Y/n pulled Loganâs cock out. He was heavy and huge. âYes, I am,â he answered, wanting to be good for her. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted to make a woman he barely knew, proud.
âHe looks hungry,â y/n stroked the man, watching his pre cum leak from the tip. Y/n spat on the manâs cock, making his eyes widen because no one has ever done that to him before. Theyâd just wrap their mouth around him or push him inside with no preparation.
âGonna feel so good,â y/n lifted her hips before sliding all the way down in one go. âF-Fuck,â the man cried out, his already bucking up into her.
âFuck â Could you be my bodyguard every night?â She jokingly asked but the man nodded back so quickly, she thought about it. Maybe he isnât too bad. He was fun tonight. He could be fun every night.
âGonna let me wet you every night, baby?â Y/n asked as she leaned down on his body. âFuck, yes â I wanna be with you every night,â the manâs hips moved slightly up into y/n, causing her to clench around him from how deep he gets.
âHow old are you again, baby?â Y/n asked. âTwo hundred,â the manâs hands gripped y/nâs ass, not thinking about his response. âA man with a sense of humor â So hot,â
Y/n rolled her hips, grinding on the man to feel every thick and long inch in her. The way his skin rubbed her walls, made her squeeze around him. He was close but felt embarrassed about how short he was going to last.
âGonna cum for me, baby?â Y/n asked, seeing the man bite his lip, trying to focus on holding back. âCâmon â I want you to fill me,â y/n whispered in his ear before giving it a light slick.
âFuck,â the man let out a shaky moan as his legs shook. âCâmon, baby â Cum in me,â y/n began bouncing in the manâs cock, feeling him twitch inside her. She just knew he was going to give her a big and well-needed load.
âCâmon,â y/n rode him harder, filling the room with their skin slapping against each other and her wet cunt coating his cock. âIâm cumming!â Logan warned through his teeth as his hips bucked upwards a few times.
Y/n kept riding him, mixing his seed inside of her until she felt like she had enough. âSo fuckinâ good, baby. I wonder if you taste you,â y/n spoke, feeling the urge to suck him dry.
âFuck, itâs too much,â the old man said, grilling her hips a bit tight so she could slow down, but she wouldnât. âOh, really?â She asked, feeling the knot grow in her stomach. She was so close.
âGod- Fuck â I canât take it, baby,â Logan tried begging her. âYes, you can. Just a few more seconds, baby. You think you can do that?â She asked, looking into Loganâs eyes. They were glossy and full of lust.
The man nodded his head with a shaky hum, feeling the need to cum again. âGood boy,â she spoke as she leaned up, rocking her hips back and forth until she couldnât anymore.
Y/n released on the man, earning a whine from him. After she came, he couldnât hold himself in. He had come inside of her again. For the second time.
âOh god,â y/n breathed out, feeling so full. âS-Sorry,â the man shook as she leaned in front of his face, hands rubbing his cheek. âWanna feel more of you,â she said.
The man was shocked at how many times this woman could go, but he didnât want to disappoint her. He wanted to pleasure her and make her happy. He tried to be good for her. And he was for the whole night and many more.
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Love the idea that Logan (with his healing factor and adamantium) thinks humans with no mutation are like⌠extremely fragile. Maybe even thinks they are sickly. When heâs not in a cage match heâs like, very lightly gripping ppls hands in a handshake. Gets very concerned if a human is left out in the elements for too long haha
I agree and I'm going to run with this concept a little bit here lmao
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I can imagine he's also never ever considered going out with one because he assumes they'd think he was some sort of animalistic freak.
so when he's at a bar, and this pretty non-mutant girl makes eye contact with him, he thinks oh shit.
he knows he's in trouble when you approach him, flashing him a coy smile and attempting some clichĂŠ line that tells him he's not just in trouble, he's in deep shit, because it's obvious you're not very experienced in this department. you flirt, and he half-heartedly tells you, âyou don't want to get involved with me, kid.â
âI'm not a kid, and why do you think that, Logan?â
he meets your sparkling eyes, âbecause I'm a bad man.â
âHow bad?â
âvery, very bad.â
when you giggle at him he knows it's over.
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despite your enthusiasm, Logan wants to take it as slow as he can so as to give you as many opportunities to back out as possible. but when you're on your fourth date, having invited him round to watch a movie, and you're giving him this dangerously playful smile every two seconds...
he has you under him in the couch, crying as he grinds his cock into you, his dog tags dangling over your face.
you realise that he's trying to hold back - he's aware of his strength and nature and is afraid he'll hurt you. but your pawing at his biceps moaning for more.
then you do something that makes him stutter in his pace: you yank him down by his tags and give him a searing kiss, biting on his lower lip as you pull away. a little shocked, he blinks down at you as you whimper, âyou're not going to break me, I can take it, Lo.â
he hesitates. then he lowers his lips to your ear, âpromise you'll tell me to stop if I go too far.â
âI promise, baby.â
And suddenly, he's ramming into you at this toe-curling pace and grunting like an animal. you cum quickly, crying out and coating his cock with your release. but he shows no signs of stopping: tears of overstimulation stream down your cheeks as he reaches down between you, to the creamy mess of your cunt, and spreads the cum drooling out of you up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. the sounds of him pounding into you and making a bigger mess of your fluids are beyond obscene, it would make you blush hard if you weren't already flushed from the pleasure.
you let him manhandle you into a variation of positions and pull another two orgasms from you until he groans, gripping the armrest above your head, the sudden sound of metal slicing the air making your eyes widen as his claws unsheath while he spills ropes of cum into you.
he pants, drawing them back in and looking down at you.
he's still fully seated inside when he grunts, âI'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise they would-â
I canât get the idea of Logan having ruts and going feral because of his mutation out of my head lol. Could you write a quick story about the reader having to experience that for the first time please? Thank you!
Let Me Help (Logan Howlett) nsfw
A/N: 18+ f!reader, nonmutant!reader, feral!logan, mentions of breeding, oral f! receiving, rough sex
For about two days now, Logan had been avoiding you. You werenât quite sure what it was that you couldâve done to upset him that much, but you felt insecure in yourself as the most attention he seemed to want to give you was a quick peck on the cheek before you both parted ways in the morning.
What Logan had not told you in the time you had started seeing each other was that due to his mutation, he often experienced the same behavioral changes as an animal. He couldnât possibly bring himself to put you through this, however, not his sweet girl. But Logan didnât count on you being so tenacious.
âLo,â You murmur quietly from the hallways as you peer at him sitting in the living room where heâs smoking a cigar and drinking a beer when he should be in bed with you by now. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a kind smile. âDonât you want to come to bed?â You ask, stepping out into the living room in the shortest pajama shorts you could find and a little matching camisole.
Logan inhaled sharply, the sight of you making him ache. His heart is beating fast and he feels the animal inside him urging to get out, to attack. âNo,â He says curtly, turning away from you and closing his eyes, willing himself to hold his ground. Your bare feet pad slowly over to him and he wants to bolt for the door, but he also wants to slam you down on the couch and take you right there. âSweetheart,â His tone is warning as you carefully move to sit down on his lap and straddle him.
âYou havenât touched me in two days,â You say sadly and his heart breaks. It wasnât his intention to make you feel like he didnât desire you, but he couldnât trust himself to control himself with you while he was in this state. âDid I do something wrong?â You pout.
A small sigh escapes him and he set the cigar in the ashtray and his beer on the coffee table. âNo, you didnât do anything wrong, sweet girl.â He said as he let himself rub on your thighs. His eyes fall over your chest, your nipples are softly showing through your thin tank top, he can smell your natural scent, itâs making him uneasy. âI just - mm - Iâm working through something right now.â
âCan I help?â You ask brightly, hoping youâve figured out how you can fix things between you and your man. Logan smiles and shakes his head while thinking, youâre the only one that could.
âI canât ask you to help me with this, sweetheart.â He says, grunting softly as you move in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.
âLogan?â You murmur, your hands running through his hair as he rubs on your ass. âDo you still find me attractive?â Your eyes are welling with tears and Logan knows heâs fucked up when he hears you sniff.
With a sigh, he pulls you back so that he can hold your teary face in his hands and he gives you a sympathetic look. âOf course I do, Y/N, youâre the most beautiful creature Iâve ever seen walk this Earth. I canât get enough of you, sweet girl.â He says as he kisses your nose and you give him a weak smile. âIâm in a rut, baby.â He finally says and you give him a confused look, thinking you know what he means, but he shakes his head. âAnd not in a dull routine type of rut. Itâs, well, more animal than that.â
âOh,â You murmur, knowing now exactly what heâs talking about. Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip and you place your hands over his and slowly guide them down to your breasts. Loganâs breath hitches in his throat and he goes to move away only for you to hold him there. âLet me help you.â
Logan shakes his head sternly. âNo.â
âYou wonât hurt me.â You insist, slowly rolling your hips into him and he growls lowly, his hands gripping your breasts making you hum in pleasure. âPlease, Logan, I miss you so much.â
âSweetheart, I canât control that side of me. Iâll hurt you and not even know it.â He argues, making you pout, and he sighs. âBe good for me, okay? Just stay out of my way for the next three or so days, no more of these little outfits either. Iâll be just fine. I donât want to talk about this anymore.â
Y/N nodded sadly, still not moving off his lap, but letting him take his hands off your chest. âCan I at least have a kiss?â You ask innocently enough for Logan to smile and nod. Your hands latch onto his neck as you lean in and kiss him softly, slowly while he caresses your back and thighs. The taste of the cigar he was smoking and the beer he was drinking makes your mind fuzzy and you only want more, you want to savor every bit of him. Logan canât pull away, and you donât make a move to separate yourself either. Your hips begin to move again and he groans your name in a warning tone. âPlease,â You breathe desperately against his lips and his hold is so tight on your thighs you can feel the bruises forming already. âYes, please.â
âDamn it,â He growls as he takes control of the kiss and lays you down on the couch, climbing over you quickly as he devours your neck, marking you immediately and making you whimper underneath his heavy frame. âI canât stop once I start, Y/N. Are you sure?â He asks as heâs already tugging your shorts off roughly, the smell of your arousal making his thoughts center around one thing only, and you nod quickly, gasping as he pushes your thighs to your chest to dive face first into your cunt.
Youâre holding tightly onto the back of the couch, one hand gripping on his hair as heâs groaning and lapping into your pussy. The sound is so filthy, so desperate, as if he had starved in those two days, and you knew how big his appetite usually was on a normal day. âOh, my God, Logan!â You moan, your head rolling back as you feel your walls clench around his tongue as itâs burrowing into you, not slowing even as your release with a light squirt.
âYou always taste so damn good, baby,â Logan groans, lapping at your hungrily, petting your clit with his thumb while heâs got your knees in one hand to keep your legs elevated and together. âLike a plum, so fucking delicious.â His words make you tremble with pleasure and heâs still playing with your cunt, making your vision blurry as the stimulus of pleasure does not cease. A small whine falls out of your lips and he makes you swallow it as he kisses you hungrily, his tongue pushing past your lips and bringing your own tongue into to his mouth. âCâmon, baby, wanna feel that little pussy wrapped around me.â
Logan carries you to the bedroom where you spend the next four hours trapped underneath him.
âL-Logan!â You scream as heâs plummeting roughly into you from behind. His hand is holding your head down into the pillows while the other one is spanking your ass between thrusts, groaning as he watches your ass jiggle from the force.
Itâs your third orgasm, and itâs coming up fast, much faster than the first two. Your insides feel gummy and numb as his thick cock drives into your mercilessly, searching for the furthest depth at which he can fill you. âFuck, youâve got the prettiest ass.â He groans, suddenly stopping while heâs pressed right up to your cervix and heâs squeezing your ass making you cry. âItâs okay, baby.â He murmurs, pulling out to kiss your ass, bite it, spank it lightly and you can feel his cum that had been plugged inside you by his cock now running down your thighs. âThatâs a damn sight right there.â He sighs and you feel a little embarrassed, mainly aroused at the way heâs contemplating your disheveled appearance. âWouldnât you love to be fucked full of my babies?â He asks sweetly as he fingers his cum back into your aching pussy.
âLogan, more, please.â You beg weakly, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying. Logan chuckles and he realigns his tip to your pulsing core which is already sucking him back in and he hisses at the feeling, the sight of you desperate for him.
âThe things you do to me, sweetheart.â He growls as he continues his brutal pace from before and you close your eyes, hot tears slipping out of the corners as you feel him use you.
By now, your legs feel like jelly, theyâre trembling something awful on his shoulders while heâs rubbing them tenderly, pounding into you roughly while cooing at you. Your eyes burn from the fresh hot tears flooding them and running down your cheeks, your cunt is overused and red from his incessant pace. âYouâre such a helpful little thing, sweet girl,â Logan murmurs, leaning forward as he holds your knees against your chest to kiss you. You cry against his lips, your whole body shaking underneath this heavy weight as heâs rutting deeply and purposefully into you. âLook at you taking me so well, does it hurt?â He asks and you bravely shake your head, wanting him to use you. Logan groans, knows your lying, and he picks up the pace anyway, bearing his weight on your thighs as he lifts himself up slightly to jackhammer into your oversensitive pussy.
âAh!â You sob, your mouth falling open as you take it, clutching tightly onto his thighs as he growls while spilling his seed inside you for the third time. âAh,â You whimper as he pulls out of you. âMore, please.â
Now youâre sitting in his lap, straddling him, and heâs telling you to take it slow while heâs fucking into you from below, unable to relinquish control. His hands are firmly holding you by the arms and heâs fucking you down into his cock, more tears spill from your eyes. Loganâs unbelievably aroused watching you cry and pout, your tits bouncing obscenely as heâs bouncing you like a doll. His little doll. âI love you so damn much, sweet girl.â He says, pinning you down on his lap so he can kiss you, tasting your salty tears and smiling as you kiss him back weakly, a meek cry coming from your throat. âYou love me, baby?â You nod, leaning back in to kiss him again and you make out gently as you continue bouncing on him. âGoddamnit!â He growls, letting go of your arms so he can wrap his arms around your waist as he holds you against him and fucks his last load deep into you. Your head falls weakly on his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his neck, your pussy contracting around his throbbing cock as he spurts his cum on your walls.
A soft sob leaves your lips as he finally stills inside you and every ache and bruise consumes your body, but you love it. âYou feel better?â You ask in such a soft whisper that tugs on his heartstrings.
âYeah, sweetheart, I feel better.â He murmurs against your shoulder, kissing your neck softly as he can feel you growing heavy in his arms.
âI helped?â
Logan chuckles, scratching your scalp lightly as he kisses your cheek. âYes, sweet girl, you helped.â
oneshot (request) - logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words)
pairing - logan howlett (xmen) x f!reader
tags - established relationship, fingering, petnames: babygirl, baby, good girl, praising, kind of overstimulation, squirting, lots of squirting, a little rough, he talks reader through it, wet mentions, reader orgasm, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, logan makes reader taste themselves.
you're splayed out on his lap on the sofa just how he likes you to be, nestled on top of his plush, firm thighs. your knees are bent with your ankles resting over either side of his legs, your back flush with his warm chest, your whole body exposed, open, for him.
logan's thick, calloused fingers lazily stroke your clit, earning soft mewls from your lips as your head tilts back over his shoulder. his other hand is ensuring his middle finger pumps in and out of you at a slow pace, your body craving those broad digits stretching your tight walls.
you're moaning, gripping his arm for dear life as you squirm in his lap, rolling your hips instinctively. it was beautiful, the way he could make you sing for him, the way he could make your body move for him with just a few simple strokes, almost like a puppet, pulling your strings. he would never consider himself your 'master', but god, you'd let him control you whenever he liked.
he smirks, nuzzling his fuzzy beard into the side of your cheek, his lips finding their place at your ear, "that feel good, baby girl?" logan asks, his voice a deep purr. he already knows the answer.
you gasp at his low-toned voice, gruff like gravel but sweet like honey, "yes. . ."
"mh, that's what i thought. . . think you can take a little more though." he huffs, slipping another finger inside.
your walls clench around the sudden new presence and you moan, loudly, craving the feeling of being filled by him in whatever capacity he's willing to give.
"that's it," he coos, picking up the pace, "good girl, gooood girl. . ." logan loves how easily he can slip inside of you, how he'd always find you dripping, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. his sensitive ears perk up at the sweet sounds of your wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.
your cheeks flush, looking down at the way his fingers are making light work of you, your shirt hiked up to expose your breasts. with the pace increasing, and the way he's so sweetly purring filthy words into your ear. . . you feel a sensation start to build.
it's. . . new, almost uncomfortable but not quite. not the same as an orgasm but almost. it pools low in your belly, just a little out of reach.
but his fingers pick up again, slamming deep inside of you, curling just enough. his fingers circling your clit remain slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination of sensations that have you clenching around him and calling out his name over and over in some desperate plea. desperation for him to continue, for the building feeling, for him, full stop.
the feeling returns. fuck, it almost feels like you need to piss. your cheeks flush, eyes rolling back as you fight back the feeling, but he's rubbing you and touching you and fucking you too good for you to hold anything back.
"logan," you gasp, arching your back, "l-logan wait-"
but it's too late, before he even has the chance to slow down, you squirt. your juices coat his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sofa below earning a gasp from both of you.
his eyes widen, stopping his movements immediately causing you to whine at the sudden lack of friction.
then there's silence, save for the lewd wet dripping from the sofa onto the hardwood floor.
your head is reeling, did. . . did you just squirt? fuck, you'd never done that before. heart pounding, you swallow hard, instinctively wanting to apologise for the mess, "shit, sorry i-"
"holy fuck. . ." he whispers shakily before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, "where were you hidin' that from me?" you can hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he talks into your ear.
"what?" you whisper.
he smirks, kissing your ear, "you didn't tell me you could make cute little messes like that, baby."
"i didn't know i could. . ." you admit, biting your lip as you feel the cool air of the room brush against your dripping sensitive core.
logan's eyes widen, the implication of your words nestling deep in his brain, and groin. he was the first ever to make you squirt, the first to make you feel so good that you couldn't help but make a mess for him. pride swells in his chest, manifesting in a low rumbling smug chuckle at the back of his throat.
". . .think you could make another mess for me?" he hums, his fingers on your clit slowly resuming their movements.
you whimper, the new sensation you experienced was foreign but surprisingly welcomed. you had no idea it felt that good, that you could ever do that. but logan has a way of coaxing everything out of you, cock and fingers playing you like an instrument he's mastered.
"don't know. . ." you mumble, suddenly feeling skittish.
it's then that his fingers start fucking you again, gliding in and out easily, your fluttering hole welcoming the movement. "you can, i know you can." he encourages, nibbling at your ear, "you'll be a good girl, you'll make another mess for me, won't you?"
fuck, his words. his fucking words. every single time they had you acting crazy, letting out sounds you didn't know you could make. and he drinks them in, drinks up all those sweet little sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours that he loves so much.
you simply nod, feeling his digits pumping rougher, curling to find that sweet sweet spot once more. you're not sure if you can even do it again, but logan seems pretty fucking set on making him gush for you at least once more.
he scissors his fingers slightly, stretching you, the motion making you whine with pleasure. but when he pushes in a third finger? that's when you really start screaming for him.
"that's more like it, huh?" he grins, breathing deeply through his nose from how hard he's working you, "just needed a bit more, cus' i know you like it thick baby, don't you? like it thick like my cock?"
you want to gasp, to react to his words, but your eyes are rolling back again, mouth stuck open in an 'o' shape as you feel that sensation build once more. your body is tensing, thighs clenching, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. subconsciously you hold your breath as if that'll help. he's got you right where he wants you, right where he knows you want to be.
seconds later you're gushing, more this time - it lands on the hardwood below with a crude splash and coats his hands nicely. logan laughs, a deep dirty laugh as you writhe. he gives a gentle slap to your clit, then a firmer one, causing more to spill from you along with some squeaks.
"there we go, good girl, what a good girl. . ." you can hear the smirk in his voice, the wide grin he's wearing, the smugness lacing every word that leaves his lips, "feels good to make a mess for me, doesn't it?"
you're breathless, panting, overwhelmed in the best way. and then he speaks again.
". . . i think you can handle one more." logan purrs, movements suddenly fast and hard. his fingers fuck deep into you, curling to hit your g-spot with each calculated thrust. the fingers on your clit speed up, rubbing in practiced circles sending sparks of electricity throughout your body.
you want it too, you'd give it to him over and over again, create messes all night long if your body let you.
god you'd do anything for him, especially in that moment, and how could you not? the way his fingers play with you, toy with you, slide into you. . .
"d-don't know if i can!" you admit, huffing, trying to get more air.
but he shakes his head, "yes you can." is all he says, firmly.
and he's right. moments later you feel it pooling in your belly once more, the accompanying orgasm approaching that threatens to throw you overboard. you're lost in a sea of sensations, stars in your vision, his voice in your ear the only anchor you have to reality. you let it guide you, until you're drenching his fingers and jeans once more, voice ringing out within his bedroom as his voice coaxes and praises you softly.
his fingers on your clit come together to slap down against you, each smack against your sensitive bundle of nerves causing more to spray. you're making such a big mess, his jeans are damp. he doesn't care. this is what he wants, and fuck, if you don't feel the best you've ever felt in your entire life. . .
he keeps going, his fingers steadily pumping into you roughly, desperate to get every last drop as he feels you clamp down around his fingers. you're moaning, gasping, gripping onto his arm for dear life as you ride out your orgasm. it's too much, but it's also perfect. logan watches on in deep satisfaction as you writhe on his lap, his bulge pressing against you above him, cock twitching and rock hard just from touching you.
as your body relaxes, so do his movements, slowing down. he glides his fingers in a few times, enjoying the slick sounds they make before pulling them from your still-fluttering hole. he lazily drifts his damp digits along your tummy, leaving a trail of wetness up to your chest until it finds your mouth.
you part your lips gladly, turning your head to look up at him through hooded lids as you take his fingers in your mouth. diligently, your tongue laps at his fingers, reeling at the taste of yourself on him, dripping from him.
"good girl, you're always so fuckin' good for me. . ." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he watches you, his free hand resting on your tummy. you enjoy the feeling of his large palm against you, making you feel comforted whilst also grounding you after that whirlwind of release.
you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, instead kissing along his fingers and down across the sensitive skin of his knuckles. a silent thank you, for making you feel so good.
logan watches keenly, growling quietly at the stirring in his groin. his eyes flash with something. you'd call it mischief.
your eyes flit up to his, knowing what he's thinking before he's even said it.
"wonder what else you can do. . ." he smirks, "keeping any other secrets from me?" logan asks as he rolls his hips against you, prompting you to feel how hard he is for you and you exhale, relaxing back against him.
it was funny, how he could always push you right to the edge when you think you're spent.
AN: here's a little drabble about logan fucking you from behind, keeping you in a headlock, squished between his biceps <3 and also some dirty talk here and there!
pairing: mean!logan x afab!reader
content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only), dom!logan, choking, dacryphilia, name calling, porn without plot, dirty talk, creampies, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, doll, etc.), size kink, mark leaving (ie. hickeys), breeding kink, brat taming, rough sex
logan sees the way you watch his arms hungrily, your lust blown pupils observing the way his muscles twitch when he's feeling tired. he knows the chokehold he has on you.
just a poor little thing, wrapped around his finger.
"i see the way you look at my arms, darlin", he grunts, manhandling you so your back presses against his chest, his toned arms snaking around your waist, keeping you locked in place.
"you don't even try to hide it," logan adds, pressing kisses against your shoulder, his hands working at the straps of your tank top, slowly sliding them down to reveal your tits.
"such a dirty girl, hm?" he teases, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and index finger.
"were you ever taught that it was rude to stare?" he hisses, tugging at your nipples, making you wince out in pain. logan smirks at your audible displeasure, now turning his attention from your tits to your neck.
"iâm gonna mark you up doll, âoughta teach you a lesson somehow," he growls. logan presses a kiss against the shell of your ear, making his way down to your nape, planting wet kisses along the way.
you lean forwards, giving him easier access to your neckâand when you give him an inch, he takes a mile.
his kisses get more erratic, sloppier, messier, hungrier. he canât hold himself back, he needs to mark you, and absolutely wants to show the whole world that youâre his.
and so he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your neck, paying sweet attention to how your weak moans escaped from your lips. heâd nip and suck at your skin, hard enough to leave those love bites you both oh-so carnally desire.
your brain is all fuzzy from the stinging pain you felt on your neck, mixed alongside the growing pleasure you felt between your legs as he simultaneously paws at your tits.
âi canât take it lo, sâtoo much,â you whine, shutting your eyes tight. tears start forming around your waterline as he continues his assault on your neck.
just as your vision starts to get hazy, he wraps his left arm around your neck, keeping your face snug between his forearm and bicep.
âbe a good girl and fuckinâ take it,â he commands, a singular claw popping out of his right hand, slicing through your mini-skirt to reveal your lacy black pair of panties.
sheathing his claw, he hastily pulls them down to reveal your sopping wet cunt. âfuck meâŚâ he hisses, admiring your cunt in all its glory.
âsuch a dirty fuckinâ whore, you getting off on this?â he says smugly, slipping a finger between your folds, observing the way your pussy sucks him in.
you weakly nod as you remain sandwiched in his headlock. teetering between the lines of passing out and losing consciousness, you mumble out a string of wordsâsomething along the lines of âi need you to fuck me,â or âfuckinâ put it inâ; they both mean the same thing to logan anyways.
he obliges, with one arm wrapped around your neck, and the other hastily working at the belt of his jeans. in one swift motion, his boxers and jeans hit the floor in tandem, freeing his cock from the confines of the tight denim.
he spits in his hand, pumping his cock a couple times before he finally lines himself up, and slides himself in, down to the hilt. your pussy sucks him in like a vice, the two of you moaning in unison.
âyouâre so tight for me, princess.â he groans, thrusting into you at a rapid pace, fully sheathing himself out, and pushing his full length back into you.
the sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. the pace of which he fucked you made you dizzy, the grip around your neck adding to the immense pleasure you felt in your cunt.
you attempt to press kisses against his bicep as the muscle secures you in place, but you fail to do so, as shown by your wine red lip stick smudged all over his arm.
âsuch a naughty whore, suckinâ me in like thisâ he teases, his free hand pressing against the bulge on your stomach, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust of his. âneed this dick to fill you up, huh?â
and you whine as much as your parched voice allowed you to. âwant you so bad, loâ you mumble incoherently. âneed you stuff me with your cum.â
âsuch a filthy mouth for a sweet little girl like you,â logan grunts, the movement of his hips getting sloppier. âbeg for it.â
âneed you to fuckinâ breed me,â you moan, âmake me yours,â you cry outâ and thatâs what makes logan snap.
with a few final deep thrusts, he finishes inside you. his hot ropes of cum fill your cunt to the brim; your arousal mixed with his cum leaks out of your sopping hole before he even pulls out.
he keeps his cock inside you for a minute, pumping whatever he has left inside of you, and finally pulls out. he winces, already missing the way your gummy walls wrapped tightly around his cock.
âneed to keep that in youâŚâ he says playfully, plugging your cunt with his thumb, the calloused pad making sure that his cum is stuffed deep inside you.
ânow let that be a lesson for you, doll,â he quips, removing his thumb, slipping it into his mouth to taste the mixture of the two of you.
he then brings his thumb to your bottom lip, inviting you to have a taste for yourself. the heady taste of his cum combined with your slick had you moan around him.
he pulls his thumb away from your mouth with a pop, and you look up at him with your fucked-out eyes. you simply nod your head and give him a lazy smile.
surely it wouldnât hurt to stare at him every now and then.
LMAOOO i tried to post the car fight from deadpool 3 on youtube with casual playing in the background and it immediately got copyrighted. marvel your homophobic side is showing /j
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Okay okay okay okay we know Logan isolates himself because of the guilt he carries from his previous timeline, a total loner for who knows how long since he has a longer lifespan. Then after the mission with Wade, he meets you, he develops feelings and itâs like man, everything you do turns him on. Itâs been such a long time since heâs had this sort of contact, and he realizes heâs starving of it and it feels heâs always horny now. Heâs fighting demons even just looking at you. Iâm not sure exactly how to phrase this as a request, but can you add more to it :3
anything you do turns logan on (18+)
logan was not an open person when it came to sex.
so thatâs why he was astounded by you. everything you did made him horny, and he couldnât help it one bit. he was starving, and he needed you.
so thatâs how you ended up in his bed, riding him, hands on his chest. he looked up at you in all your glory, admiring the beautiful woman on top of him. he realized he was starving and hungry for you, and god, the way you rate him feel was such a rare thing for him. he was so worried to mess it up.
he watched you bounce on him, moaning with you as his head fell back, you were so young compared to him. he felt so lucky to have such a gorgeous girl like you riding his cock and making him feel good.
you smiled down at him, shooting him a wink that you knew would send his body to shivers. you rode him, bouncing up and down as his cock hit all the deep spots inside of you.
âso fucking big,â your words took him off guard, but when he realized what youâd just said he let out the loudest moan you ever heard from him.
he was too worried that he was too old for you, but little did he know thatâs what you wanted. you wanted him.
âso fucking big, and so strong. bet you could just throw me around, fuck,â you say, eyes scrunching shut as he watches you, astonished.
he moaned at your words, slowly realizing that you loved how strong and much older he was. it meant more experience in your eyes, and thatâs exactly what you needed.
âgod, baby, donât know why youâre worried. all those little boys fucked me like pussies. now here you are, fucking me like a real man. even when i ride you. so fucking big you donât even have to do anything and iâm already about to cum.â
your words made him almost whine. the thing he had been worried about, which you just confirmed was absolutely not true. you needed ALL of him. no matter how old he was.
poppy. my head is filled with thoughts and that includes eddie fucking his partner stupid. he knows youâve had a rough day, frown on and trying your best. after some tlc, heâs fucking you so deep that youâre a mess beneath him.
your legs are up by his shoulders, his hair is blocking any view besides his face, it feels like heâs the only thing to ever exist. your mind is finally going blank and he can see it in your eyes. your body is still a bit stiff, he can tell by the way youâre trying to rub yourself. he tsks you gently when he looks between you two, leaving you a bit perplexed as he moves your hand before cupping your face.
âyou cant bully your clit, angel.â he coos, putting one of his thumbs in your mouth as his fingers rest on your jaw, âsheâs a shy thing, yeah? not gonna come out and make you feel good if youâre being mean.â
youâre so ditzy on him that you nodded without hesitation, he pulls your hand to his mouth to suck on your fingers, moaning at the taste. your hands glide against the silk skin delicately this time, the remaining tension in your body slowly dissipating.
âthatâs it, sweetheart, just gotta be nice to her. youâre always so good for me, gotta be good to you too, right?â he smiles as you mewl against his mouth, finally coming around him.
âthere she is, thereâs my girl, iâve got you.â
you are playing me like a fiddle </3
he says it like HE doesn't bully your clit all the time. you're just following his lead, what he always does, but still its not enough. you just wanna cum and eddie thinks your frustration is so fucking adorable. the way your brows furrow and your lips jut out into a pout as you circle your little clit in angry, mean strokes.
you're trying so hard to match his rhythm, the hard slap slap slap of his balls smacking your ass, of his cock fucking into you hard and so so deep. you think if you just press down harder, if you just start pinching it, maybe-
you hear eddie chuckle and then his hand is over yours, dragging your fingers away from your throbbing center. "not so hard, baby" he tells you, kissing you once. he leans up so you both have a clear view of where he's spreading you open, the sight, the petal soft folds of your cunt flared wide to make room for the hard girth of him sliding in and out. the wet sheath around the base of his cock from your cunt makes you clench around him, whining with the need to cum. you need it so, so, so fucking bad. "she needs you to be soft to her, see?"
your bottom lip trembles at the way his deft fingers, much more efficient then your own, much more aware of your body than even you seem to be, reach down. your eyes nearly fall out of your skull at the barely there brush of the pads of two fingers, pressed ever so gently on your trembling little button.
your legs spasm around him, feeling close just by that one brush. "eddie!" you gasp, "please."
"mm." he hums and you nearly sob at the soft way his thumb rubs back and forth over the stiff peak of your clit. your eyes go teary as you look down between your splayed legs to your wet and open sex, being played with so well. "like this. she's trembling for me, look-" he pulls back the fleshy hood of your clit so you can see. sure enough you can see the throb and pulse of your clit as he makes love to it with just his fingertip. "-gotta be kind to this little pussy of yours, yeah? shes a crybaby. try it. "
he pulls his hand away, his hands coming up to grip you by the unders of your thighs, pushing them up your chest, so your cunt widens even more, so you're even more on display. you realize hes tilting you up, tilting you so you can see. see your pussy, have the full view of him gliding in and out, see your throbbing clit.
"that's it." he coaxes when you tentatively reach down to touch yourself. he starts to move again, slower this time, letting you focus. you sigh, happily, as you softly rub just the very pad of your finger over the twitching muscle. your toes curl. "just like that, sweetheart. nice and slow. make yourself feel good on my cock. good girl."
he keeps praising you as he fucks you. "look at that clit, you're gonna cum so hard aren't you, baby? good girl, keep rubbing." and "you're so good. such a soft fucking pussy." and "m'gonna go harder now, okay? gonna use this cunt. just keep touching yourself how i showed you- yeah, baby, fuck." and finally. "cum, make yourself cum right fucking now."
18+MDNI, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, pet names like baby and sweetheart, both Eddie and reader are over 20.
I received a request for a fic where, no matter how hard he tries, Eddie can't make you cum, and I was happy to do it because it's a much more common situation than how it's represented in most media. I'm not sure this is exactly what they were looking for, but it was a very fun thing to write. This Eddie had me giggling.
a/n: I wasn't sure I would finish this wip after I wrote the first two lines, but then I was in the mood yesterday and smashed it out. It was a very quick write, definitely not my opus, but a true joy, all the same. I hope you like.
wc: 3.1k
Eddie flopped onto his back, huffing out a satisfied breath. âThat was so good,â he hummed.Â
The fingers of one hand drew a lazy circle on his bare chest as it rose and fell, while his other hand scrambled over to capture yours. Â
Shifting his gaze, he caught you staring at the ceiling, unblinking. âWas thatâŚdid youâŚ?â
âUm,â you paused. It wasnât that you were afraid to be truthful with him, but the fact that orgasms werenât flying out of you at the same rate made you feel inadequate, like maybe you were the problem.Â
He propped up on his forearm, searching your face, brow creased with concern. âDid I hurt you orâŚ?â
âNo, no,â you rolled over, pulling the sheet up over your hips. âIt felt great.â
At that, he gave an actual sigh of relief.
âBut, I didnât cum. Or at least, I donât think I did.â
âYouâre not sure?âÂ
You chewed at your top lip. âNo, I am sure. I didnât.â
He traced a few hearts on your shoulder with the tip of his calloused finger. âHave you ever? With me?â
Your silence spoke volumes, and Eddieâs mind raced to all of the times youâd been intimate in the past few weeks since youâd been together. He blamed himself for being too eager and sloppy, and shitâhe was so crazy about you, it made him dizzy. He couldnât believe you let him touch you, let alone cum inside. Â
His head snapped up. âBut what about that time I went down on you in the closet at Robinâs party? I swear I felt youââ
âI was close that time,â you admitted, remembering how your legs shook and that heat began to build, in the same way it did when you pleasured yourself. âBut then Gareth was shouting, looking for you and it went away.â
âFucking Gareth,â he mumbled. âYou were close then, okay. Can I try that again? Now?â
He was already moving down the bed, palming the crook of your knee to slide your leg open.
You put your hand on his head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock. âNot now, silly, I have to get ready for work.â
You wrapped the sheet around you and got to your feet, leaving Eddie to stare into space, alone with his tortured thoughts. âCome over tonight?â He yelled while you were in the bathroom. âWayne leaves for work at 6, weâll have the place to ourselves.â
âIâll come over,â you said with your mouth around a toothbrush. You spat into the sink and then, âBut I might be too tired forâŚother stuff,â your words were met with nothing but silence from the next room. âWe can watch a movie or something?â
Eddie appeared sullen in the doorway next to you in his checkered blue and white boxers. âDo you not want to have sex with me anymore?â
âNo, baby I do!â You assured him, eyebrows high on your forehead. You cupped some water into your mouth and spat it out while he ran his knuckle down your arm. âI really really want to, I just donât want us to force this. Itâs okay if I donât have an orgasm every single time.â
âYeah but itâs not okay with me,â he muttered.Â
You turned and planted kisses down his throat, dotting smooches along his collarbone, and then the final peck was on his pouty mouth. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, âIâll see you tonight. I love you.â
â------
You parked on the other side of Eddie's van at the trailer that night and assessed the windows curiously. At a glance, it looked like the living room had caught fire from the amount of candles that were lit. The song Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin poured out into the soft yellow light of the porch, and you knocked. Â
A few raps of your knuckles were met with a loud curse and something like a metal pot crashed to the floor in the kitchen. No one came to the door, so you entered with caution, and your senses were greeted with the smell of something burning in the oven.
Eddie was by the sink and he spun around with a startled look, wiping his hands down his jeans. He wore a Slayer shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and his feet were bare, letting you see the black toe nail polish youâd delicately painted on a few days earlier. Â
âWhatâs with all this?â You blinked a few times, marveling at how tidy it was. But also, there were at least 15 mismatched candles ablaze on the side table, the top of the tv, and the counter.Â
He wiped his mouth and went over to greet you. Â âI just wanted to set the mood,â he grinned, grabbing onto your hips to pull you close. âI read somewhere that the atmosphere can help with, you know.â
âYou read somewhere?â
âJust one of those magazines at the grocery checkout.â
âI missed you,â he smiled against your mouth as you said it. His warm skin smelled spicy and sweet, like heâd recently showered and put on cologne. The yearning you felt for him was all-consuming. A few hours apart weighed on you like an eternity. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and already your loins were giving you the nod like, âyep, we need to have him inside of us.â You absolutely craved him on a sexual level, so why was it so hard to find your climax? It seemed to come easy for everyone else in the world: everybody at the party was cumming but you. Â
Eddie was nervous. He hadnât felt that out of his mind since the day he confessed he had feelings for you, but if you didnât feel the same that would be cool, because he didnât want to fuck up the friendship: you were too precious to him. Your presence in his life made him feel sane and loved and seen in a way heâd rarely experienced in his life, if ever. A miracle happened that day, and youâd flown into his arms, asking him what took him so long.
But what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldnât please you? In every way?
You watched a sitcom while you ate dinner on TV trays, and when you came back from using the restroom, he had everything put away, dishes thrown in the sink, and he was sitting very propper at the end of the couch, watching you expectantly. Â
âAre you, um,â he cleared his throat. âHow are you feeling?â
This was weird, he thought. He was making it weird. He needed to loosen up and not be so hyper focused on his mission. Maybe you were tired, maybe you needed to let your spaghetti and burnt french bread settle. Â
You straddled his lap, brushing hair away so that you could kiss his forehead.Â
âI think Iâm ready to try again,â you whispered, and then you ducked down to nibble his earlobe. âUnless youâd rather stay here andââ
Before you could finish the thought, he was up and the two of you were moving out of the room and down the hall, kissing and fumbling with clothes as you went. Â
âIâve been thinking about this all day,â he nipped your jaw and side of your neck, banging the bedroom door open with the side of his fist. âI hate being away from you.â
There were a few candles around the bed too; on his nightstand, and a red one dripped wax from the window sill down the wall. Â
You stopped abruptly, staring at the bed. âAre thoseâŚrose petals?âÂ
âTulips, actually,â he rushed to the scene and swiped the soft pink curls away with his arm. âThat was stupid, I just thought it would beââ
You caught his mouth with yours, tongues lashing at each other in such an erotic way that a small moan escaped him.Â
He wondered if that night would be the night he came in his jeans.
He wasnât going to let himself cum before you, that was the plan. Heâd jerked off shortly before youâd arrived, but that didnât mean shit because he was absolutely ready again. Â
Suck it up, Munson.
All was off but for your underwear and while Eddie licked greedily at one of your nipples, you reached down to undo his button fly. âRelease the beast,â you cooed. Â
He caught your wrist. âNot just yet, I canât, I mean, I want this to be about you.â
âI need an even playing field if Iâm going to be relaxed enough toâŚyou know.â
He couldnât get his pants off fast enough at the urging of your hand that was quick to breach the waistband of his boxers to stroke him. He was rock hard and the tip was already weeping, needy for you. Â
âIs this all for me?â You ran your thumb in circles over the tip.
Eddie tensed and huffed out a breath that fanned the hair away from his face. âFuck, baby, every inch.â
If he wasnât sharp, heâd cum right there on the spot.
You bounced when your body hit the bed, and Eddie dropped to his knees between your legs. The visible wetness on your panties were taking a toll on his already fragile state. He wasnât patient enough to take them off of you, he just put his mouth right on the material, nuzzling at your pussy through the fabric in a way that pulled a few sharp gasps out of you. Â
âI missed her so much,â he pulled back the final barrier with one finger, licking a few times on your swollen lips, and then cursed. âYouâre so wet already.â
âWell, thatâs what you do to me,â you propped up on your elbows to look down at him, sucking in your bottom lip at the sensation of his breath on you.
He slid your underwear off the rest of the way, trying to recall what heâd read in that Playboy article he read a while back? Something about writing out the alphabet, and the woman you are with wonât make it to âxâ without cumming.
âHow does this feel?â His tongue rolled along your folds in a way that made you wonder what he was doing. He lost track of the letters at around âMâ, hips bucking into the side of the bed, cock pulsing so hard, he had to reach down and take some of the pressure off. Â
âG-good,â you gasped. âJust like that but then, up a bit higher.â
You werenât exactly an expert when it came to your own pleasure, either, you only knew what felt good when you touched yourself. If Eddie made you cum, it would be the first time you ever experienced that with another person. You wondered if you should tell him that. Â
He followed your instructions, swallowing while he consumed you, until he found the tiny pearl treasure at the top and your grip tightened on him.
âHmm I think I found it. Hey there pretty baby,â he murmured into your cunt rolling his tongue around the spot.Â
âYesyesyes, right thereeeee Eddieeee.â
The pressure and the speed was perfect and your hand went to his head for encouragement, but then he slowed down and moved locations, licking up the arousal that dripped down your slit.
âBaby? Could you go back to that thing you were doing a second ago?â
He compiled without a word, trying to find the same pacing again, but the moment was gone.Â
âEddieââ you spread your legs wider as an invitation. âI really need you inside of me now.â
Well, he wanted that more than anything. But one pump and it would be all over for his dignity. His eyes were rolling back, seeing cartoon stars just thinking about it. Â
Truth? He wasnât going to make it. Â
You noticed his hesitation. âWe can keep tryingâŚafter. But I need to feel you. Itâs lonely up here.â
âYouâre so beautiful it hurts,â he crawled up onto the bed, kissing along your stomach, up between your breasts as he went, and then nuzzled at your neck. âMy dick can wait untilââ
But he choked on his last words when you took hold of him and rubbed the tip of his length along your wetness.
âSssshittt,â his whole body trembled.Â
Sliding himself in, becoming one with you, made him emotional in a way heâd be embarrassed to share with anyone else.Â
âI love you so much,â your voice came out as a cry when he sank halfway in, locking eyes with you. The stretch made you squeeze around him, eliciting a whimper from so far back in his throat that he wondered if it came from somewhere else, some far off place.Â
Once he started to move, he thought about that sweet little pearl and lifted up enough to put his thumb there and move it around. Your head went back and you exposed your throat to him.
Eddie grimaced at how close he was, fuck thatâhe had to slow down. The way he was touching you, it was making you stiffen like you had when he was on his knees, and he was taking note of everything.
But then you started telling him how bad you needed him to cum, to fill you up, to make you his. He tried to hold out but then his eyes locked onto yours when you told him you loved him again and he couldnât stop the wave once it started, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw and his buttcheeks.
One long babble came out of him as his thrusts got sloppy. âOh fuck I love you so much Iâm cumming so hard, IâmâŚIâmâŚholy shit I love you.â
He didnât ask if you had come that time, because he knew better.
After he caught his breath, he pulled you with him, twisting onto his side, slipping two fingers where his cock had been. âWhat if I push all of this cum back inside so it will stay there? Hmm?â
You moaned against his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair. âThat feels good, keep doing that.â
âYou like that?â He asked, just to be certain.
You nodded, and then, your hand slotted down between your bodies and his arousal spiked when he realized you were touching yourself. Â
He curled his fingers to feel that soft, spongy spot, asking how fast you wanted it.
You couldnât speak, your concentration was intense, eyes screwed shut.Â
Oh sure, he was getting hard again. The feel of his warm spend in your tight hole was doing nothing for his resolve. Â
You clenched around him, and then he was whispering, âlet me try again,â as he kept his digits buried and made his way down between your thighs.
His mouth had no trouble finding the treasure that time; it practically peeked up at him, begging for a resolution. He relaxed his shoulders, breathed in the musk of your arousal, and took you into his mouth with a vibrating groan.
âRight there!â You hadnât meant to scream it, but it was an actual eureka moment. âOh fuck Eddie, donât stopâŚkeep doingâŚkeep doing that.â
He hadnât moved his fingers in a while, but when he tried to incorporate that into the mix, you stopped him. âKeep them still,â you held his head, locking him in placeânot that there was anywhere else he wanted to be. âDonât move your hand justâŚAhh yes yesâŚâ
Your jaw went slack in a silent scream, but then his pace quickened, and before you knew what was happening, the blinding white wave crashed through you, rolling through your limbs like satin electricity, making you whine an extended, âcummingcummingcumming,â while you clung to his hair so you wouldnât fall off the earth.Â
Eddie was astonished to learn that could feel it happening. The juicy walls around his fingers spasmed, fluttering like tight ripples, and he drove his tongue in eager circles, wondering if he could make you cum twice in one go. Was that even possible? His heart all but flew out of his chest, it was beating so fast, and he moaned long and hard.
But after a bit, you were trying to push his mouth away. âWait wait, now itâs sensitive,â but he was so determined, he didnât pull off until you physically lifted his head. Â
He stared up at you, licking his wet, swollen lips. Â
You were breathless, letting the final bits of glitter swim through your veins. âThat wasââ
He kissed your cunt one two three times. âThat was what?â
He was grinning now, feeling like heâd just won the lottery, or at least a new car. The sense of satisfaction was officially unmatched.
He made his way up the bed to hold you, but you surprised him by taking his fingers into your mouth to suck them clean, dragging teeth along his flesh. Â
âIâve never cum that way with anyone else before,â you said in a whisper, but when he finally registered the weight of the words, his eyes widened.
âMy sweetheart,â he pulled you flush against him, giddy, holding your face to brush his lips over yours. âIâm really your first?â
You gave his shoulder a teasing love bite. âAnd my last.â
âOh nowww youâre in trouble,â he rolled on top of you, interlacing his fingers with yours to brace your hands above your head, and then he went to work munching at the side of your throat, growling as he did so. Â
You screamed and giggled, realizing he was hard again as it nudged at your hip. âI see youâre ready for battle again.â
âI was born ready, baby,â he straightened to see your face. âYou want to try a new position? I was reading thisââ
The front door to the trailer burst open.
âWhat the hell? Edward? You tryinâ to burn the place down?â
It was Wayne.
Shit shit shit shit it was Wayne!
Home hours early from work, for whatever reason.
The door to the bedroom was wide open and his heavy footfalls were rapidly approaching from the hall.
Eddie threw the sheet up over you, and a few tulip petals fluttered to your face. âIâll be right there!â He shouted, trying to jump into his jeans. He missed a leg hole and stumbled back onto the mattress, making you snort out a laugh.Â
He got to the door just in time to greet his Uncle, blocking any view of the room, buttoning his pants as he stood there. Â
You could hear Wayneâs voice change. âIs, ah, is your girlfriend here? Sorry, I didnât see her car.â
âNo thatâs cool, we were justââ and then he maneuvered him out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
You lifted up to listen to their murmuring voices, and then Wayne asked, âwhy is there wax all over the carpet? Blow these fuckers out before the curtains catch fire.â
You had to bury your face in the pillow to muffle your laughter. Â
you donât know that i know, you watch me every nightâŚ
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warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), eddie is lil peeping tom but reader loves it, they both steal each otherâs shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, choking, spanking/slapping, dirty talk, mean!dom eddie, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, they both are nasty freaks
based on i get off by halestorm
word count: 3.7K
divider credit: @saradika-graphics
youâre sprawled out on your bed, fingers running through your drenched folds. clad in only an oversized iron maiden t-shirt and a pair of knee high socks, youâre everything heâs ever wanted. plucked directly out of one of his dirtiest fantasies.
you can feel his eyes on you, you always do.
not that he realizes that.
and while youâve lived barely 10 feet apart for your entire lives, eddie has never had the courage to make a move. so he settles for thisâ watching you through his bedroom window. fantasizing that the delicate fingers now dipping inside you were his. and the fist currently wrapped around his thick cock was smaller, softer. yours.
the first time he witnessed you like this it was a complete accident. you had been pent up all day, and didnât think to shut your bedroom curtains before slipping your hand inside your panties. the bedside lamp bathing your room in a muted yellow hue. eddie had been working on a new song, guitar perched in his lap.
he was frustrated with trying to string together this new melody, glancing up in annoyance. that is until his eyes drifted towards the window, his eyes widening and his cock stirring in his jeans. you looked beautiful, you always did. however this was the most vulnerable state you could be in, and the fact that he got to witness itâ made you all the more enchanting to him.
heâd be embarrassed to admit that watching you touch yourself made him cum in his jeans, completely untouched. and that first time you were none the wiser, not noticing the dark eyes that were trailing your figure. but once eddie had gotten a taste he couldnât get enough. eagerly waiting by his bedroom window to enjoy his new favorite nightly program⌠you.
you werenât sure exactly how long heâd been doing it for, but the night you caught him in the act, it stirred something within you. while eddie made sure to keep his bedroom light off, the moonlight was not on his side that night. it filled his room in a soft white glow, highlighting his pale skin. his naked form perched on the edge of his unmade bed, stroking his shaft in tandem with each thrust of your fingers.
his moans are what gave him away, as your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. but heâd gotten a little too carried away, thinking about how pretty your pussy would look stuffed full with his cock. the thin walls of the trailer doing nothing to conceal his sounds. when your eyes finally opened, you were met with the most glorious sight youâve ever seen.
eddie fucking himself into his fist, his head tilted back as he spilled all over his ringed fingers. the image alone had your eyes rolling back, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. one of the most intense youâve ever had, and from that night on you always kept your curtains open.
desperately chasing that euphoric feeling again.
while you didnât always see him, you knew he was there. the feeling of his greedy eyes on you was enough to have you cumming harder than you ever have in your entire life. your whimpers were muffled but still rang through his ears as heâd make a mess all over his hand and chest.
different images of youâ on your knees, on top of him, taking you from behind, or his favorite with his head buried between your thighs.
it was slowly driving him crazy, and he couldnât seem to get enough of you. he needed more. he quickly found himself staring out his window any chance he could. gazing longingly as you floated around your bedroom.
he watched you change, get ready for the day, study with your college textbooks. your pencil resting in between your teeth. eddie knew it was wrong, that if you ever found out you would be revolted.
if he only knew it was the exact opposite, and now you couldnât finish without feeling his eyes on you. but you also needed more, desperate to feel his weight on top of you. his mouth trailing over your skin, his cock stretching you out perfectly.
so you became bolder, going as far as to leave your bedroom window open. letting your moans drift through the night air, teasing him further.
and when you noticed some of your panties had gone missing it only heightened your desire for him. knowing he was in your room, touching your things⌠holding your panties up to his nose as he came all over himself.
grunts of your name escaping his pouted lips, and his leaving yours as you drenched your fingers. but it wasnât enough.
you needed him.
fueled by your insatiable lust you found yourself gazing at him more and more. as he sat on his messy floor, playing guitar or working on a dnd campaign. focusing intently on his fingers, and imagining just how good they would feel inside you.
but your favorite was when he was fresh out of the shower. his dark curls were drenched, water dripping down his inked chest. the patch of hair that disappeared beneath his towel driving you absolutely mad.
so you took a play out of his own book, sneaking into his room while he was working at bennyâs. or coming home late from a gig at the hideout, surrounding yourself in everything that was so distinctly eddie.
he honestly wasnât concerned when a few of his shirts had gone missing. or a pair of his cum stained boxers, a guitar pick⌠as he lost things all the time. he simply chalked it up to his forgetful nature. either misplacing them or borrowing them to someone.
that is until tonight, as he peered through your window for what felt like the millionth time. his heart was in his throat as he instantly recognized the iron maiden shirt adorning your frame as his.
the realization dawning on him that you knew exactly what heâd been doing this whole time⌠and instead of being disgusted or upset, you liked it. enough so that you began doing the same thing to him. that epiphany made any reservations or fears he still had fade into nothingness. deciding that he couldnât sit back and only watch you anymore.
he had to have you.
the brunette rose to his feet, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his long legs before slipping out of his bedroom window. dropping to the ground and walking the short distance to your adjoining trailer. his large hands grip the bottom of the window sill, pushing it open the rest of the way before heâs hoisting himself through it. a small gasp leaving you as he tumbles inside and onto your bedroom floor.
eddie is quick to get back on his feet, as you eagerly eye the obvious tent in his gray sweats. licking his plump lips as he sizes you up. he stalks forward like a predator, slowly crawling onto your bed and between your spread legs.
the male grabs your wrist, coaxing your fingers out of your drenched cunt. raising them up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips with a deep groan. âsuch dirty little girl, arenât you?â
for once youâre speechless, his actions jumbling your already fuzzy thoughts. you never imagined heâd actually come through your window, like youâd been dreaming about for weeks.
âspeak for yourself munsonâŚâ your confidence suddenly comes rushing back, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. feeling your wetness pooling onto the bed sheets as he swirls his tongue around them.
âguess weâre both a little dirty, huh baby?â eddie chuckles as he removes your fingers from his mouth, now leaning over you.
letting yourself fall back against the pillow, his face mere inches from yours. this is the closest youâve ever gotten to him, now noticing the light freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose. the dimple that indents his cheek as he smirks down at you, little things that you found utterly endearing.
his hands begin drifting down your sides, his smirk only widening as you shudder beneath him. âis that what does it for ya? you like being watched sweetness?â he grips the fabric of his shirt, starting to push it up your torso.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. âi get off on youâŚâ you slowly trail your lips up his throat, sucking harsh bruises onto his pale skin. the male letting out a husky moan as you nip at his ear, âgetting off on me.â
eddie curses under his breath before heâs pinning you down against the mattress, his lips crashing against yours. your fingers tangle in his wild curls, kissing him back just as forcefully. all the pent up sexual tension and desire now spilling from both of you, as his hips rut into yours. feeling his hard length pressing onto your thigh, moaning into his mouth.
your impatience seems to get the better of you as you grip onto one of his wrists, guiding his large hand in between your thighs. a not so subtle way of telling him exactly what you wanted, the male nipping at your lower lip before heâs leaning back onto his knees.
spreading your thighs even wider, as his dark eyes zero in on the mess between them. his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your sticky nectar on the digits. swirling them around your swollen clit before moving lower.
the metalhead teases you as he circles the tip of his middle finger on your puckered hole. barely pushing it inside you before removing it, a wet squelch filling the room. âoh listen to her purr for me baby⌠you want my fingers inside you?â
you nod frantically, lifting your hips up in an effort to get him closer to where you needed him. but he pulls them away immediately, causing you to whine from the loss. eddie grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he meets your hooded gaze. âi asked you a question, sweet cheeks.â
he watches as your eyes glaze over more, the dominance he was exuding turning your brain to mush. âand i expect an answer, or is that pretty little head of yours too fucked out for me?â his tone is condescending, borderline rude but it only seems to fuel the fire in between your legs.
you let out a soft whimper, the male letting go of your cheeks to trail his sticky fingers down your jaw. âneed your fingers teddieâŚâ the male chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. hovering his face over yours, his thumb stroking the column of your throat.
âneed them where hm?â
youâre quickly becoming impatient, and he can tell from how your lips jut out into a pout. thighs closing in around his own, in an attempt to feel some kind of friction.
âcome on now⌠donât ya wanna be a good girl for me?â he can see the effect those words have on you, your pupils dilating and your breath hitching in your throat.
âput them inside me.â
while your tone is meant to be demanding, it comes out as more of a plea than anything else. your heart is racing in anticipation as his fingers trail down your stomach. cupping your cunt in the palm of his hand, âand what do good girls say?â
you now realize your mistake, the male raising a brow as he awaits your answer. âplease touch me.â eddie is quick to reward you, plunging two fingers into your tight heat. âsee? now youâre learning,â another string of curses leaves his mouth as your walls tighten around his fingers, a high pitched moan falling from yours.
âshit sweetheart, youâre so fucking tight.â he curls the digits up, watching in awe as your back arches off the mattress. âfuck i need to taste you,â he mumbles more to himself as he lays between your thighs. his tongue darting out, encircling your clit with an urgency youâve never experienced with anyone else before.
the noises youâre making are music to his ears, and while heâs heard them beforeâ youâve never sounded quite so needy. pride blossoms in his chest knowing it was because of him, you needed him. he was making you feel this good. your thighs begin to tremble as he increases the pressure of his tongue, pumping his fingers faster.
âm-more need more.â while eddie wanted to reprimand you for not using your manners, heâs been waiting to have you like this for far too long. but heâd make sure you didnât forget next time⌠if there was a next time. he hoped there would be. he slips a third finger inside you, the long, thick digits reaching places you never realized existed until now.
and now that you knew what they felt like, your own would never suffice again.
âaww pretty thing, you gonna cum?â he chuckles mockingly, the sound vibrating against your core. only aiding in bringing your release that much closer, as your eyes flutter shut. a harsh slap on your thigh has them flying back open, your eyes meeting his as he looks up at you from his position between them.
âeyes on me,â his tone is stern, commanding as his tongue returns to assaulting your swollen bud. as you start to grind your hips up against his mouth, it pushes his fingers even deeper inside you. hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out a broken, âoh god, please.â
eddie hums against you, increasing the speed of his fingers. âi prefer master⌠but god has a nice ring to it.â if you werenât on the brink of an orgasm you might have found that funny, not registering his soft laughter as he sucks harshly on your clit. the sensation is what finally sends you over the edge, your thighs squeezing around his head and trapping him there.
not that he would ever dare complain.
once you settle back into the mattress is when he pulls away, crawling back up your body towards you. your excitement covers his chin in a light sheen, now tasting yourself as he kisses you with a bruising force. you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his legs. feeling his cock rubbing against the bare skin of your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel it hard and heavy on your tongue.
âwanna taste you too teddie,â you whine as he trails his lips across your jaw, sucking onto your skin. as much as he would love to have you gagging on his cock, his impatience had reached its peak.
ânext time sweetness⌠gotta be inside you.â
you clench around nothing at the thought of him filling you up. the promise of a next time making your heart flutter beneath your ribs. eddie unwillingly untangles himself from you, now standing at the edge of the bed to remove his sweats. his cock standing at full attention.
you sit up, eagerly crawling towards him. your mouth waters at the sight, finally able to admire him how youâve been dying to for the last few weeks. you wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as you lick up the pre-cum that was smeared across his pink tip.
the male grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, tugging you off his dick as a small whimper leaves you. âhands and kneesâ now.â he nearly growls at you, releasing you as you continue to look up at him in a daze.
âdonât make me repeat myself.â
and as much as you would love to test how far you could push his buttons, that would be saved for a later date. so you do as youâre told, crawling away from him now on your hands and knees. feeling his eyes trailing over the plush skin of your ass, âtake a picture munson, itâll last longer.â
what you donât expect is to hear the snap of your polaroid camera, whipping your head around to see the shit eating grin he was sporting. setting the camera and picture down on your dresser once more, âjust following orders sweet cheeks.â he chuckles, crawling on the bed behind you.
eddie lands a firm smack on your ass, his chest now draped across your back. his hot breath fanning over your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, âface the mirror, you arenât gonna wanna miss this baby.â your thighs clench together, now turning to face the full length mirror that stood across from your bed.
you glance at yourself briefly before your eyes trail upwards, now meeting his in the reflection. a cocky grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his hands now roaming the expanse of your ass. feeling the tip of his cock brush against your core, pushing your hips back so you could feel more.
eddieâs calloused hands grip you tightly, stopping any further movement on your part. âdonât be fucking greedy, youâll take what i give you.â
you squeak out a small apology, keeping your eyes focused on him as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. gasping once he slowly pushed himself into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan tumbling from his lips. his eyes squeezing shut as he bottoms out, his balls flush against your ass.
you feel incredibly full, the stretch so divine it makes your head spin. âteddie please.â you mewl, watching as his brown eyes meet yours. desperate for him to do somethingâ anything. eddieâs rings dig into your hips, his eyes now glancing down to watch as he slides his cock back out.
groaning as youâve already coated his length in your arousal, a sight heâd only ever seen in his dreams. âgonna give you everything,â he grunts before slamming himself back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as you fall forward onto the mattress.
you grip the edge of it for support as he continues to rock his hips into yours, this new angle allowing him to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. keeping your eyes locked on the mirror, the image of him behind youâ thrusting into you will be seared in your memory forever.
the black ink swirling on his skin, the light sheen of sweat on his chest. the veins in his forearms that are much more noticeable as he grips you tighter. he looks more like a greek god than anyone had a right to.
your jaw is slack, mouth hanging open as you continue to watch him. the little âuh uh uhsâ that leave your lips mix with the sound of your skin slapping together. now filling the quiet space of your bedroom. âtaking me so wellâ this pussy was made for me.â
eddie moans, completely distracted by the way your pussy flutters around him. the creamy ring thatâs formed around the base of his cock expanding with each thrust of his hips. âlook at me,â you whine, that signature smirk returning to his features as he meets your eyes in the mirror once more.
âaww poor little baby,â he coos, slipping his hand between your thighs and landing a harsh slap on your already sensitive bud. âalways need my eyes on you⌠donât you?â
a string of curses slips past your lips, nodding your head. âneed it,â you whimper as his calloused fingertips circle over your clit. âneed you.â
your words seem to have quite the effect on him, a low growl leaving him as he fucks into you even harder. âwhat do you need me to do, pretty girl? tell me.â it takes you a minute before you can answer him, the male having fucked any coherent thoughts from your head.
ân-need it inside teddie.â is the best you can manage, but eddie understands all too well. itâs what he had hoped you would say, âyeah, you want me to fuck you so full? ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else?â your eyes roll back in your head, as the male wraps his other hand around your throat.
he handles you like a rag doll as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his sweaty chest. the action forces his cock even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix. his hand that was wrapped around your throat is now cradling your jaw, guiding your gaze back to the mirror. your half lidded eyes watch as he leans forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, âthis pussy is mine now, got that sweetness?â
itâs suddenly all too much, the rubber band in your middle finally snapping as your body trembles in his embrace. cries of his name and âyours yours yoursâ tumbling from your mouth. the brunette watches in amazement as you drench his thighs, your bed sheetsâ the pressure almost forcing him out completely.
the metalhead curses as he continues to bounce you on his cock, the wet squelching of your pussy finally sending him over the edge. grunting as he pumps you full of his cum, your body falling limp against his chest. youâre both panting as you come down from your highs. his touch on your hips is much more gentle than before as he coaxes you onto your back.
you hum contently, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion hits you. eddie cradles your face in his palms, pressing soft kisses to each of your eyelids before his touch suddenly disappears. your eyes fly open in alarm, reaching out for him as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, âdonât worry⌠you arenât rid of me just yet.â
eddie chuckles as he spreads your thighs apart, his dark eyes watching intently as his cum drips out of you. pooling onto the bed beneath you, making an even bigger mess of your sheets. his head dips lower, inhaling as he gathers the mixture of both your arousal onto his awaiting tongue. moaning before diving in deeper, âshit, we taste good together.â
âsâtoo much.â you whimper, wiggling your hips away from his eager mouth due to the oversensitivity. the male presses a kiss to each of your thighs before he joins you once more, collapsing next to you with a boyish grin on his face. you reach out to trace the stubble along his jaw, your fingertips brushing over his plump lips.
you feel him release a shaky breath, the look heâs giving you makes your stomach do a little flip.
âso⌠uh, is it too late to ask you out on a date?â
a/n: i just want to give a big thank you to @chrrymunson and @keeksandgigz for beta reading this for me. and @reysorigins @bimbobaggins69 and @strangerstilinski for their kind words and reassurance that i donât totally suck at this. you are all such angels and i swear i donât deserve you all đĽşđ
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ă VirginRockstar!Eddie munson x GroupieFem!Reader
ă Summary: Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.
ă Warnings: unprotected sex, Eddie is 25. Virgin!Eddie, multiple orgasms, over stimulation. Loss of virginity. Brief mention of birth control, subish eddie. A little spanking.
ă Word count: a little over 8k
A/n: Not proofread ignore any mistakes you come across. Please like, comment, and reblog to show support. Divider credit @cafekitsune
18+ minors dni
Year 1991
Eddie's life was at an all-time high. He had everything he only dreamt about back home in Hawkins, Indiana. He had money, fame, and adoring fans who loved him. Yet he still never had the opportunity to make a real connection with anyone. He still hasn't found the one.
Which was fine he didn't really need anyone right now. His life was too hectic for a partner. He was traveling all over the world meeting new people every night. He put all of his time and energy into music, and it paid off in the end.
He's surrounded by beautiful models and actresses, but never has he once been lucky enough to be intimate with any of them. He was a nervous and shy guy even after success. He never changed. He was still Eddie. Sweet, shy, and the same nerdy man who loved to play DnD and read Tolkien.
Eddie did have plenty of opportunities to lose his virginity in the past, but he was terrified. Most people would assume he was getting laid left and right. He's read the gossip magazines. He knows what people think of him. While he can talk up a big game, once it's time to get down to it, he just... doesn't.
He runs away. He gets too much in his own head. What if I'm terrible? What if everyone finds out I'm still a virgin at twenty-five? Those thoughts raced in his mind anytime he took a woman out on date, knowing they were expecting to hook up with this crazy rockstar.
His fear of rejection held him back, and now his fear of being a total disappointment was the new cause. He knows there's truly nothing wrong with still being a virgin. it's society who has a problem with it. Normally Eddie wouldn't give two fucks what people thought about him, but this was different. Most days, he actually doesn't care at all or even thinks about it. Until he's alone in bed with nothing but his overthinking brain.
All that would change once he saw you in the crowd. Not blinking. Then he saw you again when he snuck backstage to his dressing room. He managed to somehow sneak past a group of girls without much notice, hiding behind large security guards.
You were standing off to the side next to a crowd full of half-naked women. Eddie didn't mind all of you being there. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed the view after walking off stage. A crowd full of women willing to be his for the night. If only they knew.
Tonight was your first Corroded Coffin show. You've been waiting months to finally see them live. They have been on their world tour for almost a full year. Eddie Munson, their lead singer and guitarist, has had your eye since you first saw them being interviewed on Headbangers Ball.
The moment you saw those eyes and long hair, you were hooked. Once you found out they were coming to your hometown, you rushed to buy the tickets. You were already familiar with the security at the venue they were playing. So, getting backstage access wouldn't be a problem. One of the perks of making friends with the employees.
You didn't sleep with every band that came into town. Only the ones that peaked your interest. You'd never be caught dead in some glam metal band members' hotel room. You liked the thrasher types. The ones who looked like they hadn't slept in days. The bands who were loud and aggressive. Those were your types. The guys in that scene were generally more sweet and down to earth. Which is why you gravitated towards them. If you were good to them, they were good to you.
Corroded Coffin live at The Whiskey a go-go on October 31st, 1991.
You held the ticket in your hand, shaking with excitement. You were finally going to see them in person. You were actually going to meet Eddie Munson. Being a groupie wasn't something you ever intended on happening. It just did. You loved the music first and then got to love the people who created it second.
You weren't too fond being labeled a groupie. You genuinely enjoyed the company of these rockstars. It was never just about sex. You made a real connection and friendship with most of them. You always knew there would be no romantic feelings between yourself and whoever it was you got to know for the night. Or a few nights.
Only two days until Corroded Coffin would be in your city. You bought two tickets just in case your best friend wanted to tag along. She never really enjoyed this scene the same way you did. There was a thrill and rush you got that she never experienced or cared to. Still, you bought the extra ticket just to be on the safe side. Maybe she'd like to share Eddie with you. If she was down. You don't know why you were so sure he'd give you the time of day. But you were.
You were very sure of yourself that you could have him. Most bands had an after-party at their hotel when the show was over. They'd all gather on the bus with whatever groupie of their choosing and head off. That was your plan. Get backstage. Introduce yourself to Eddie and hope he takes you to the party....if they have one. Party or not, you were going to be his.
You've heard the rumors. You read the magazines and seen him out and about with some of the most famous women in Hollywood. The groupies that walked the sunset strip all had a little tale of how he was in bed. They would describe him as rough or very giving. Sometimes both. Some said he was gentle.
Others would say he was an asshole who kicked you out after he got what he wanted. You know, most of the time, you needed to take what they said with a grain of salt. From your past experiences with other bands. Their little stories were fabricated or over dramatized for the sake of attention.
Make no mistake that you didn't just want to sleep with him. You wanted to be his friend. Talk to him about his music. Have a connection with him. Listen to any crazy stories he might have. You wanted to have a life like Pamela Des Barres.
Where songs are written about you. Getting special treatment and tour the world with them. Have a rockstar fall for you even though that's a big no-no. You don't fall in love. You don't get romantic feelings. No matter how deep of a connection you get with one of them. It's hard not to. You idolize these men and women. But you knew it would only end in heartbreak for you.
The night of the concert you decided to go early and sweet talk the security so they'll let you backstage. You knew them pretty well by now. They know why you're there and have no problems with it. Your friend didn't tag along like you were hoping, but you're used to it. You'd figure you would chat it up with some of the other girls' backstage. They weren't your favorite to talk to. Too much jealousy and competition amongst them for your liking, but if gave you something to do in the meantime.
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Eddie had been scrambling around all day long, getting ready for tonight's concert. He made sure his hair looked nice and his clothes were laid out on his hotel bed. He's been hitting the gym a lot more lately. So his clothing choice consisted of no shirt and just jeans half the time. He's got a lot more tattoos since the last tour he has done. A full chest piece and both arms down to his knuckles covered in ink. He looked a little different now compared to just three years ago.
He was nervous. Eddie was always nervous before a show. No matter if there was a crowd of five people or hundreds. He was scared. He puts too much pressure on himself. He compares himself to his idols too often. Something he knows he shouldn't do, but he can't help himself. He was going to the venue early and helping the roadies unpack and set up the equipment.
Eddie figured he'd meet up with the guys and do sound checks and then help his team get everything ready. They were playing at the Whiskey. A venue Eddie was very familiar with. He's spent most of his time in the crowd watching his favorite bands play up on that stage. Eddie never imagined there would come a point he'd be playing up there, too.
Back at the venue, you were talking it up with one girl you've grown pretty close to. You didn't know her personally, but she was at the same shows you always frequented. Her name was Lila, and she looked like she walked right out of a penthouse centerfold. Long bleached blonde hair, big breasts and legs for days. Most of the other girls hated her, but she was always very sweet. She didn't make up one night stand stories to get "popular." If she didn't hook up with a certain guy, then she'd tell you. She never lied. Which is why you've grown to respect her.
"I hope we get to meet Eddie after the show ." She bounced from one heeled foot to the next. A large smile plastered on her face.
"Me too." You chuckled, watching as she struggled to contain her excitement.
"Doesn't matter which one of us takes him home as long as it is not one of those Debbie downers over there." She leaned forward to whisper.
"Why not have us both?" You joked.
Her jaw dropped." Yes! He can have us both."
You shake your head and pull her to walk over out by the side stage. You always got the best view from there. No one shoves or pushes you out the way. Plus, you could be very close to the band. Which is exactly what you wanted. The sound tech guys were busy putting everything together as the roadies were bringing in the equipment.
That's when you noticed him. Hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His bangs are longer, and loose strands of hair fell beside his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just pants and a chain around his neck. The tattoos on his arms and chest on full display for you. Eddie was getting the amps on stage with the rest of the crew. You heard them make a joke about which girl in the back they'd pick out for him. But you didn't care about that. You couldn't take your eyes away. He was truly more beautiful in person than on TV.
Eddie glanced your way a few times when he noticed a couple of people off to the side watching. He felt a blush creep its way up to his cheeks when he saw you gawking at him. Eddie still wasn't the best around women if he didn't prep himself first. He was a good flirt, but the moment he noticed they were checking him out, he'd turn beet red. The little blonde standing next to you had her eyes on the road crew.
You saw him make eye contact with you a few times, and your mouth went dry. You've been with plenty of rockstars before, but none of them have ever given you butterflies the way Eddie did. His big brown eyes look straight into yours, and your breath hitches. You tried to elbow Lila and get her attention, but she was too busy checking out a roadie. She was like that.
It didn't matter if they were the ones playing onstage or working for the band. If she found them attractive, she went for it. You nudged and nudged desperately, trying to get her attention as Eddie's eyes never left yours. But all you heard was her giggle next to you as she eyed up and down the guitar tech. "Alright, Ed, time for sound check." You saw Jeff peek his head from around the corner.
You lost her now. Her focus was not on Eddie anymore but his roadie. You wouldn't be surprised if she even stayed to watch the show.
Only an hour until the show starts and you were getting antsy. Lila was gone. She left not too long after the stage was officially set up. You knew where she ventured off to. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. You just wish you weren't alone. There was something so...exciting about tonight. You've been to plenty of rock concerts, but this one was different. You didn't want to experience it alone.
Corroded Coffin were still considered newcomers. Who got very big very fast. There wasn't a magazine on a stand that didn't have Eddie's face on it. From tabloids to Spin magazine. He was on it. The thrill of getting to experience him in person was coursing through your veins.
There was this lump of excitement in your throat. You wanted to scream. Get it all out. You made up your mind that you were going back to his tour bus or hotel room. He was going to be yours for the night. It didn't matter how many women were lined up for his picking. It was going to be you.
Finally, the lights dim, and the crowd has already gathered to their designated spots. You were still off to the side. Gazing up at the smokey harsh purple haze lighting up the stage. There is a backdrop with huge black lettering reading Corroded Coffin hanging up high. Gareth is already at his drum set, setting up for the rest of the guys to make their grand entrance.
Each member emerges from behind the curtain with a roar from this pretty large crowd. Jeff and Grant waved to the sea of people. The crowd is alive, and you can feel it. That electricity is pumping in your veins. The place was packed. Maximum compacity is five hundred, but you know there is way more than that here tonight.
The mic in the middle of the front stage stays empty. Eddie still has yet to come out and introduce his band. The crowd is getting more and more wild. The other members play some instrumental songs to help hold everyone over until he arrives.
The band picks up speed, and the lights switch from a purple haze to red. The entire stage was glowing. The smoke on the stage gets thicker. The crowd forms a mosh pit right off to the side from you. Some of them sneak on stage to dive back into the crowd.
Your eyes have not left the stage. Not once. You kept glancing back from the mic stand to the curtain. You wouldn't lie. You were getting impatient. Extremely impatient. You wish you still had Lila with you so you could have someone to talk to as time passed. Knowing her, you probably won't be seeing her around until the next band is in town.
You blinked, and there he was. A guitar slung over his chest. His hair hanging loose around his shoulders. The shirt he was wearing now tore and cut shows off all of his tattoos. He doesn't say anything. He makes his way to the mic with a cocky smirk on his face. Watching the sea of arms waving out for him. The band never slows. Eddie starts belting out lyrics to their newest single. His voice growling in the mic. You'll never understand how these guys can do this almost every night for months on end.
The veins in his neck buldging out with every passing lyric. The crowd here tonight has never been like this before. There was something so special about witnessing a group with so much energy and passion that it's passed off to the crowd. The floor beneath your feet vibrating. You can't tell if it's from the music or the stampede next to you. Whatever it was, it had you mesmerized.
Your eyes still never left, Eddie. He stopped playing for a short moment to address the crowd. "How is everybody doing tonight?!" The contrast bewildered you. Between his speaking voice and singing voice definitely would give anyone whiplash.
He scanned the crowd, looking at how chaotic it had been since he arrived. Eddie looks off the side and sees you there. Same spot at earlier. You must look utterly hypnotized, and truth be told you were. You couldn't look away. He's got some kind of hold on you. He smirks and looks back to the rest of the audience, but every so often would make eye contact with you.
Song after song, you noticed guitar picks landing by your feet. You hadn't seen the first three times it was done. Too busy watching him thrash away on his guitar. You're surprised it's still able to play after the beating he's given it. He's playing so fast his hand looks like a blur. A pick slapping you in the chest snaps you back to reality. You bend to retrieve it and notice there are now five picks total all by your feet. They're a crimson red with E.M. scratched in the back.
Eddie had been throwing his picks at you the whole time. You hadn't noticed until he plucked one so hard at your chest that you felt it through your t-shirt. He moves over to your side of the stage and crouches down so he's almost eye level with you. He's so close you can touch him if you wanted. Eddie plays the solo of their final song of the night right in front of you. It was like he was playing it for you. Time stood still. Just the two of you and the music. You didn't even realize you stopped breathing until he got up and walked away. Giving you one last look over his should.
Eddie goes back to stand at his microphone. His confidence is through the roof. His stance is proud. "Thank you so fucking much for coming out to see us tonight. We are Corroded Coffin!" He growls that last part out, and the crowd erupt so loud you know your ears will be ringing tomorrow. The vibration on the floor intensified. You were surprised that it hasn't collapsed in yet.
One by one, the members exit the stage. Leaving Eddie to be the last. He looked back at you one last time and gave a little wave. Did he really just wave at you? No must have been to someone else. Definitely not you. You kept telling yourself.
There is no way. He was giving you a lot of attention tonight. Maybe he was? You kept arguing back and forth in your mind as you headed out.
Before you can even try to find the backstage area again, there is a security guard handing you a pass. That was awfully quick, but you don't dwell on it. All you wanted was to find Lila and Eddie.
You rush to the back and see her sitting on a case that holds one of their bigger amps. Her hair is disheveled, and her makeup all smeared. "Where did you go?"
She jumps, "Oh hey!! I got preoccupied."
"How was the show?"
You snort. "It was amazing. They were amazing. He was amazing."
"Babe, that's great. Are you going to the after-party at their penthouse?" Lila goes to stand and smooths down her dress. "The roadie.. I forgot his name told me about it."
"Oh, I'm definitely going. The security guard gave me a pass. I'm sure Eddie told him to give it to me. He had been throwing these at me all night." You go into your pocket to show her one of his picks he had been hitting you with.
Her eyes widened, and a smile spreads across her face. "He wants youuu."
She looked over at the other girls, who were now ease dropping on your conversation. She rolled her eyes and went back to give you a big hug. A bright smile stretched across her face.
"Let's get going. There is another little roadie I got my eye on." She hooks an arm around yours, guiding you to the exit doors.
You don't see Eddie anywhere. He's not out mingling with any of the backstage crew or fans. You figured he was getting cleaned up after the show. He did look very sweaty. His shirt clung to his skin, and his bangs stuck to his forehead. You were positive you would see him at the after party.
The after-party was at this luxury hotel in the penthouse suite. Jeff, Grant, Gareth, and Eddie all had their own hotel rooms but used this one for mingling after their concert. There were tons of people here. Lila left you behind again the moment she walked through those double doors. She saw her roadie and planted herself in his lap and never got up.
You dabbled in conversation with their crew and had a pretty good talk with Jeff. He was the calm one of the band, and Grant was the funny one. When they got to bickering, it was like watching an old married couple. Grant would say some stupid joke, and Jeff would rub at his temple like he just came down with the worst migraine of his life.
While you were busy conversing with them, you kept scanning the room for Eddie. The sole reason you were even here to begin with. He wasn't here. At least not yet. You were wondering if maybe he found someone else to spend his night with. The thought of that riddled you with disappointment. Was he even the one who gave you the pass?
That didn't stop you from looking. The more you looked for him, the less engaged you were with the two men in front of you. The drink in your hand has become room temperature. More people have now rushed to join the party. The air was thick with smoke. The music was loud, and you started to feel suffocated. You excused yourself from the conversation to go to a less occupied area away from everyone.
As you're making your way past drunk person after drunk person, you see him. Eddie's standing off to the side with a glass in hand that contained a dark liquid. He looks freshly showered. His hair is still a little damp at the ends. You decided to muster up some courage and walk over to where he was tucked away all alone.
"You look lonely." You remark watching his face closely.
He swirls the brown liquid in the glass, causing the ice to clink. "Nah, jus' wanted a moment to cool down." He stared ahead watching the party.
"You know, just one pick would've been enough." You joked, hoping to lighten his mood a little. Eddie was coming off dismissive, but he's was just shy. He's never been good with small talk. As a matter of fact, he hated small talk it always felt forced more than anything.
He snorts, "Sorry bout that you weren't really noticing the first three I plucked your way, though."
"That's fair...."
You eye him and down, taking him all in. He looked good. Eddie notices you checking him out, too. His bites his inner cheek to keep calm. You're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.
"Wanna go somewhere more quiet?" You place a hand on his forearm and lean in a little close.
"It's pretty loud in here. I can't really hear you." You played innocent. You know what you were doing, and Eddie definitely knew what you were doing.
He gulps "Uhhh...sure". He straightens himself up, clearing his throat. He needs to keep his composure. But for how long? Would tonight be the night?
This alway happened he would invite a girl to his room or they would invite him somewhere. Things would get hot and heavy, and right when it was time to fuck he'd kick them out. Too embarrassed to be a disappointment for them. He'd rather be called an asshole than terrible at sex. Tonight? Tonight was going to be different.
He set his drink down by a near table and takes you by the hand leading you out a door you had no idea was there. Eddie walks you down an empty hallway until he's stopping at his room door. He takes his key out and looks back to see you behind him, staring at the fancy carpet. He was nervous but so were you. Just a little. Eddie had a bit of liquid courage in him tonight. He's usually a beer guy but decided to go for something harder to celebrate how great of a show tonight was.
There is a click, and soon he's pushing open the door. "You first." As he bows letting you enter.
You make your way in the room as he flicks on the lights behind you. It was large with a couch facing a king-sized bed. You take your jacket off, and he does the same. Eddies wearing a shirt that if it had anymore holes wouldn't even be considered wearable anymore. It does show off his arms and tattoos, so you're not complaining.
Throwing your jacket on the side of his couch, "You guys were really good tonight."
"Thanks the crowd was fucking insane." Eddie's making himself another drink at the mini bar. "Thought they were gonna go through the floor."
"Want one?" He offers calling over to you.
Shaking your head. "No, I had quit enough earlier, actually."
He nods respectfully at your decline.
Rounding the corner of his bar, he comes to plop down beside you, spilling a little of his drink on him. He's watching you closely, and you've never felt more nervous around anyone else before. You've done this plenty of times. Take a rockstar back to their room. Have some fun, and then stay a little while or leave. No one has ever made your heart skip a beat other than Eddie Munson. Who is now watching you intently. In this moment, you really wish Lila was here too.
You do it. You go right for it. This is why you're here. Why he took you to his room with no amount of hesitation. Leaning forward, you capture his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. You can taste brandy on his mouth as your tongue swips his bottom lip for access. Eddie still holding on to his drink, and the other is firmly planted beside him. You stop coming up for air. His chest is heaving, and his pupils are blown.
Eddies doesn't say anything. He was too caught up on from your kiss. He leans back in the cushions. Letting his legs spread wider apart. You take that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. Eddie stared up at you, and before you could say anything. His plump lips were already on yours. You grind down against him feeling his semi hard cock through his pants. He grunts in your mouth as your tongues fight for dominance.
You press down harder in his lap, desperately looking for any small amount of friction you could get. Wetness is already pooling between your legs. His hands move to grip on your ass hard as he helps you move against him.
You kept thinking to yourself that this wasn't real. You're actually not sitting in Eddie Munson's lap making out in his hotel room. He moans when he feels your hand dip down to rub his cock. Feeling how hard he was getting in his jeans.
Eddie breaks the kiss and stills your movements on him. "Wait, you don't wanna do this with me. He frowns.
"Why wouldn't I?" You're confused. Does he not like you? Does he not find you attractive and is only saying this to be nice so you'd leave? So many thoughts rush through your head in just a couple of seconds.
"I dunno. I just think you might be let down a little." His voice is small. He's not the big loud rockstar that was screaming just hours ago.
Eddie still won't dare look at you. Too afraid of rejection even to this day if he told you the truth.
Your brows furrow, and you laugh in disbelief, "Why would I be let...down? "
He rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated groan. He moves to get up, and you go to sit back in your spot on the couch.
Pinching the bridge of his nose. His lips were in a thin line. He was annoyed and embarrassed. Mostly with himself.
".....fuck I guess now is the time." He muttered under his breath.
"Ive never done this before." Eddie waved from himself to you. Hoping you got what he was trying to say so he didn't have to blurt it all out.
"Huh, do what? You're still so confused, but you're trying to understand him.
Not only did his music mean so much to you, but he did as well. Corroded Coffin was the first band you truly clung on to. The first band that you actually bought a ticket to see instead of sneaking in and stealing a seat. Seeing him struggle to find his words was truly tough to watch. You have so much respect and admiration for him. The last thing you want is to see him upset over something.
"It's okay Eddie whatever it is, you can tell me. It won't make me think any less of you. You tried to reassure him.
He takes a deep breath, "Fucking hell I can't believe I'm about about tell you this...I'm a virgin."
You blinked back, thinking he was just messing around. He was known to pull little pranks on people. "Shut up, you're lying. I've heard the rumors."
"Yeah, that's what they are, rumors, all lies." He chews on his thumb nail out of nervousness. Would you laugh at him now? Is he still this amazing rockstar? "It won't make me think any less of you." Yours words ring in his head, but were they true?
"B-but you've gone out with like very famous women." It's not that you didn't believe him or that this was a bad thing. He was a famous rockstar who could have anyone he wanted.
"Nothing ever happened, sure. I tried to get to know them and have a serious relationship, but most of them just used me to shed whatever good girl image they had going." Eddie confessed. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"So... You're telling the truth?"
"Yeah, I understand if you wanna leave." His tone was harsh, but he didn't mean for it to come off that way. He is getting defensive to protect himself from humiliation.
"I don't wanna go." You move to stand in front of him. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," Eddie's voice is barely above a whisper. He finally looks at you, and his face softens when he sees no amount of judgment coming from you.
"Let's get on the bed." You push him so he flops back on the mattress. Standing between his legs hanging off the side, bare feet firmly planted on the floor. His shoes having long been discarded.
Slowly, you strip yourself of your top, pulling it above your head as he watched your tits bounce as you lift the shirt. You weren't wearing a bra, and you were thankful for that. One less article of clothing to getting in the way. Next was your jeans, and you carefully inched them down your legs along with your panties. Eddies eyes stayed glued to you as you became completely bare before him.
"You ever touched a girl before?" You crawl on top of him sitting just below his cock straining painfully against his zipper.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I've touched tits before."
"Not tits..here." You laugh, taking his hand and putting it between your legs. He lets out a shakey breath. Feeling the wetness between your legs as you feel his calloused fingers explore your entrance. Your slick coating his fingertips, getting them nice and sticky.
"Oh," he marveled, his eyes focusing on where his hand currently was.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Eddie." You purred.
You bite back a moan as he continued to explore at your opening. Your hand gripped at his wrist.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. Your pussy felt so inviting. Dripping wet like it was crying out for him. Begging and pleading to be fucked.
His finger glided up between your folds until they're grazing your aching clit. "Mmm, that feels so good." You praised and move both of your hands to place them on his chest.
Eddies watching and studying your face. His fingers rubbing sloppy slow circles on your throbbing clit. Your slick dripping down your inner thighs. You moan out his name and it takes everything in Eddie not to cum on the spot.
"Take your clothes off." You breathed heavy, feeling yourself already getting close.
He sat up quickly as you helped remove his shirt and pants. Leaving him in nothing but his blue checkered boxers. Tiny beads of sweat already forming on his face and tattooed chest. You take a moment to admire the dark inck, covering him almost up all the way up to his neck. You know It must have taken hours or even days to finish.
He lays there waiting. Watching and waiting for your next move or instructions. Whatever you were going to do, he was ready for it. Anything you wanted, he's all ears. Eddie was yours for the night as he wasn't going to chicken out this time. No running.
His cock forming a large tent in his underwear already. You can see a small wet patch from his pre cum. "Can I kiss you?"
He nods, moving forward to plant his lips to yours. You giggle, "Not on the mouth."
"Im talking about right there." You run your thumb over his leaking tip that's trapped in his boxers. A mischievous grin creeping up on your face.
Eddie looks a little dazed. Like he can't believe this actually happening to him right now. "Y-yeah."
You pull his boxers down letting his cock free. His tip was an angry shade of red, precum dripping down his cock. Your mouth salivating at his length. His cock was thick with prominent running down his shaft. It laid nicely against his belly button.
"You have such a pretty cock." You cooed taking his length in your hand. Eddie hisses from your touch. He's so sensitive that any amount of attention will send him just about over the edge.
His head falls back, and you can see his Adam's apple bounce when he swallows. He blows out a breath of air, trying to focus.
"Oh shit." He whispered to himself.
You take the opportunity to lick a strip up the side of his cock. He groans deep from his chest. He was going to cum he just knows it. With his cock still in your hand you slap the head of his cock on your tongue tasting the saltiness of his pre cum. Wrapping your lips around the head, you swirl and suck on him gently. Eddie throws an arm over to cover up face. His other hand clawing at the white duvet.
"I-if you don't stop, I'm not gonna last much longer." He managed to stammer out. Your mouth too busy working on his sensitive tip to even care.
You remove his cock to speak, "That's kinda the point."
Wrapping your soft lips back around him. You suck much harder this time, and his hips involuntarily buck. You smile, feeling a boost of confidence you are getting this type of reaction out of him. Felt like getting a little cocky. you decided to take him further in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.
His abdomen flexing as his release builds. Your throat swallowing around his length. You pull him almost all the way out before taking him in your mouth fully again. Your head bobbing up and down his shaft. His hips bucking up again making his cock go deeper in your throat. You gag slightly as spit drips down your chin.
Eddies still hiding his face from you. His cheeks flushed. "Fuck....I'm gonna cum."
You bob your faster. You take absolutely no sympathy on him. You want him to finish. You want to taste and feel his cum sliding down the back of your throat. You say something in audible as your mouth is currently stuffed full. Your jaw is hurting and going slack. But you don't care.
Your main goal for right now is not only to make him cum, but make him do it as many times as he can handle. With no warning, Eddie grabs your hair and keeps your head in place while thrusting up in your mouth, making it difficult for you to catch your breath. Your nose brushes against the soft curls of his with each thrust he gave. His hips raising off the bed to push his cock in the back of your throat.
"Mmphf, ooh shit." He grunts, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. The saltiness of his cum is all you can taste. Eddies relentlessly fucking your mouth the way he wants to fuck your pussy as he rides out his orgasm.
Every low groan emitted deep from his chest causes your pussy to flutter, sending a shiver down your spine.
He lets go of you, and you remove him from your throat with a loud pop. His cum and your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.
"Christ, I'm sorry." Eddie apologized, He really tried not to cum so suddenly. He really really did.
You coughed a little, finally able to breathe normally again. "It's okay."
"Yeah, but... what about you?" He asked as guilt was starting to set in. He didn't want you leaving with ache between your legs that wasn't satisfied.
"Who said we were done?" You smile deviously at him. His cock still semi hard on his belly. You lay beside him, running your fingernails against his length. He gasps and lets out a whimper.
The difference between this Eddie and the one on stage is something you'll never forget. His cock twitches and you can feel him getting hard under your touch.
"Scoot up on the bed for me." You instructed, wanting him to get nice and comfortable before continuing.
Eddie listened and moved higher up on the bed until his head hit the pillows.
You move to straddle him. His cock sitting just above your pussy. He's looking at you in awe. Like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and he's completely at your mercy. And you are. And he is. As of right now, if you told him to run naked down the hallways, he'd do it. Eddie would do anything you told him to.
You rise and scoot forward some more so his cock is between your wet fold. You rock back and forth on him. He moan as you rubbed yourself on his cock. Your aching clit is finally getting some much needed attention. His chest is rising and falling rapidly.
Eddie moves his hands so they're holding on tight to your hips. You grind on him harder and faster. Your juices soaking his thick cock. That's it he was going to cum again. It was too much. What was left of his cum you didn't clean off was currently making a mess all over your pussy.
"F-fucking! hell." Eddie breathed, his fingers digging deep into your skin. He could feel another orgasm approaching him.
You felt yourself growing closer, too. The veins on his cock pulsating between your legs. Your pussy rubbing against him so deliciously. His tip nudging at your clit. Your legs tremble. Eddie bites down hard on his bottom lip almost drawing blood. His eyes glossed over. He was in pure extacy.
Eddie couldn't get enough. The feeling of his cock gliding between your slippery wet folds. It was driving him wild. If just by doing this felt incredible. Then he can't even comprehend what it must feel like to be buried in your pussy.
You had him drooling and unable to think straight. Nothing his own hand and a dirty magazine has ever been able to accomplished. Whatever his own imagination concocted was nothing compared to you. Nothing at all.
"You....this--fuck I can't even talk." Eddies whimpering and whining under you. He has a vice grip going from your ass and back to your hips. Moving them to hold on for dear life or smoothing over the softness of your skin.
"Oh my god!" he croaked. The bed rocking back and forth as you grinded on his cock. The pictures on the wall shake as you go faster. He watches as your breasts bounce, putting him in a trance.
Your climax quickly approaching, but you try to push it back. You wanted him to cum. You'll get yours later.
You feel him twitch again, and he curses under his breath. The grip he has on your hips starts to hurt. "I'm cuming...oh fuck I'm cuming." You haven't stopped moving as his cum shoots out onto his stomach and chest. Tears spring to his eyes and pour down his cheeks. Both of your minds are clouded. You stop grinding, letting him come down from his high.
He lays there limp arms out stretched after letting you go.
"I..youre so fucking amazing." Eddie finally spoke up.
You move back off him letting his cock rest up before you continued anymore. If only others could see him right now. Completely fucked out and you've only just begun. His skin is shiny with a sheen of sweat in the lighting of his hotel room. Eddie would never forget this moment or you for that matter. If he could take you on tour with him and never let you leave, he would.
"Hey, pretty boy, you okay?" You coaxed, running a hand down his cheek.
He doesn't speak, still trying to collect himself. "Mmhmm." Was all you managed to get out of him. His cock was surprisingly still hard.
"Are you ready to feel me now?" You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Licking a strip up his throat before biting down, leaving a tiny little bruise behind.
"Fuck yes." His husky voice as he replied. His eyes are closed, preparing himself for you.
Eddie was ready for this. More than ready. He made himself wait long enough out of fear and anxiety.
"Need your cock so bad." You playfully whine. Hearing that drove him crazy. He doesn't think he'll ever tire listening to someone beg for his cock from now on. Not after tonight.
You smile and move to lean up. Taking his length in your hand and aligning him up at your opening. His breath hitches as you take just his tip in you. Eddies mouth hangs open as he watches you slowly sink down on his length.
You take him inch by inch teasing him as you do. He's so thick it's going to take time adjusting to his size. You don't think you're ever going to feel as full as you will tonight. Somehow, you wonder if Eddie truly knows just how big he is. He has to have an idea? Right?
You continue sinking down on his cock while its spreading you open. It was pleasure and a little pain feeling him splitting you open like this. Your pussy dripping for him. "Ooh, Eddie."
He's biting hard on his closed fist. Fighting hard to contain whatever animalistic moan is threatening to escape. The tip of his cock is a shade of red that's almost purple. The veins in his neck protruding out.
"Please fuck me." He begged you.
Eddie Munson just begged you to fuck him. He's actually begging.
you most definitely are not forgetting tonight and will most certainly never tell anyone. Not even Lila. Sorry, she had a chance to be here and instead picked a roadie. The boost of confidence that just surged through your body after hearing him.
"I-i don't care what you do jus fuck me oh fff-god please!" Eddie whined as he rushed to feel your pussy hugging around his cock.
"Relax, I'm g'nna fuck you." You teased.
Finally you bury him deep inside you until his cock has fully disappeared. You both sigh in unison at the relief. You sit still, allowing yourself to get used to the intrusion. You roll your hips, taunting him a little.
"Sweetheart, dont tease me. I need you." He begs you some more.
"Mmf! god!, you're so big." You whimper. Eddie's cock stretched your sensitive walls the way no one else ever has.
You brace your hands on his abdomen. Eddie, out of nowhere, slaps your ass hard. He was growing extremely impatient all of a sudden. Grabbing your attention immediately. You nod, blowing out a breath of air. Rolling your hips some more before lifting them up and slamming yourself back down on him. His pubic hair tickling at your clit. Your both moaning together as his hips thrust up to meet yours. His tip hit that spongey spot on your walls.
"Fuck fuck... it hurts", Eddie cried with a strangled moan.
"Want me to stop?" You asked stopping yourself from gliding your pussy on his length.
"No! Don't stop!" He half shouts.
"I like it."
You quirk an eyebrow at him. His eyes look into yours, pleading for you to keep going. You lift yourself up and gingerly sink back down on his cock.
"Faster." Eddie demanded with a croak in his voice. You don't hesitate for a second. You lift up and start bouncing on his length at a frantic pace.
The springs in the mattress squeaked from how hard you rode him. Eddies face twisting up, and you know he's about to cum once more. He's blabbering nonsense beneath you. Mumbling to himself, "it hurts... so good," and "You're so tight."
He moves one of his hands to grip and spank your ass harshly. You know he is probably mimicking what he's seen in porn but you dont mind. You enjoyed it. Your pussy making a loud wet schlick noise as Eddie's cock stretched you open.
"Ahh! Eddie." You moan out for him.
"Keep fucking me.....dont stop. Dont f-fking stop." He grunts. His eyes half lidded as he watched you ride his cock. "Goddamn, you're wet!"
You feel your release building back up. You reach a hand between your legs as Eddie watched you. You rub tight circles on your sore bud.
He leans up on his elbows, looking on as you play with yourself. He was getting close again. Another orgasm threatening to spill out of him. Eddie is surprised he's about to give you another. he knows he's about to cum for the third time tonight.
"W-wanna cum again for you." Eddie lets out a small whimper. He sounded so needy.
"Oooh baby." You mewl. Your mouth creating an O shape. Your eyes are closed tight, and your thighs shake. You feel that coil in your belly tightening. "Spank me again." You begged him.
Eddie does as he's told and slaps your ass hard, causing it to ripple. The sound of skin slapping bouncing off the wallpapered room.
He feels your walls pulsing around his cock and he thrusts up repeatedly hitting that spongey spot inside you just right. Your hand moving faster circles on your clit as you struggle to keep riding him.
Eddie keeps thrusting his cock up in your pussy over and over again. It doesn't take much longer before your orgasm is ripping through your body. You let out moan that almost resembles a scream. He's watching you come undone before him. A hint of pride hits him, knowing it was him who did that to you. You won't be surprised if hotel security is called to check and see if any is hurt. The noises coming from this room would cause anyone to be concerned.
Your nails digging in his chest while his cock helps you ride out your orgasm. Your body spasms above him. You lean forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck. You stay like that while Eddies sweaty skin and leftover cologne invading your nose. Sitting back up your mind feeling foggy and your face tingles. White dots appearing in front of you.
"Sweetheart I-I can't cum inside you." Eddie rasped his face tear stained. His eyes look at you sadly.
"I'm on the pill it's okay." You reassured.
He nods and you move your hips to easily ride on his cock. Your pussy clenching up around his length was sending him over the edge. You were so tight. So wet. His balls are completely saturated in your creamy juices.
You feel his length twitch against your walls. Just a few more pumps of his cock and he's spilling his load for the third time. Eddie cums so deep and hard inside of you he forgets how to breathe for a moment.
His toes curling and eyes go crossed. His mouth hanging wide open. He shoots a hand up to press against the headboard, bracing himself. You're relentless on top of him. Bouncing on his cock the bed is smacking the wall with so much force.
"Fuking christ." He grunts, his head digging back into the pillow. His back arching. You don't stop bouncing up and down on him like a bunny until you've milked him dry. His cock growing more in pain by the minute.
"C-cant cum again" Eddie pleaded. His cock hurt and it was now unbearable. Not like how it felt before when the pain was enjoyable. He can feel himself, getting close again.
Eddie just can't do it. He wants to, but he can't. He wants to fill you up with his cum again. He wants to make a mess of you the same way you did for him. Unfortunately his cock is too worn out and and sensitive to give you another.
You listened and halted.
"No more." He breathed.
"Want me to stop this time?"
Eddie nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Regretfully, he had to stop. He's drained in more ways than one.
His face all the way to his neck is beet red. If his chest wasn't covered in tattoos, you'd guess he was that color all over.
He lets out a shuddered breath, running a hand in his hair. You take the opportunity to carefully remove him from inside you. Wincing a little at the sudden loss. His cum dripping out of your pussy and down your trembling legs a little getting on him as well. Eddie is quivering beneath you. There is a trail of his cum left behind on his abdomen and chest from his previous orgasm.
You laid back down next to where he was. His cock sore and tired from the abuse you just gave it. You and Eddie lay there not speaking for a while. The only sounds are low hums coming from the A/C. Your breathing evening out.
"Ya okay?" You asked softly, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I...I feel fan-fuckin-tastic, actually." Eddie laughed, recalling what just happened.
"Well, I should probably get ready to go now." You announce trying to hide the sadness in your voice.
"You're not gonna stay a little longer?" He moves to sit up.
"D-did you want me to stay?" You eyed him curiously.
"....well, yeah." His voice now very horse from grunting for so long. He shifts to look you in the eyes. Letting you know he's serious.
"You can sleep here if you want and leave in the morning. Check out isn't until 11:am."
"Oh okay..I'll stay." You smiled over to him.
"Cool! Hey, did you want to hear this new song I'm working on?" Eddie exclaimed, trying to stand on his wobbly legs.
He carefully walks over to his guitar, still completely naked, and his hair disheveled.
"Is that even a question?" You pick up his discarded grungy t-shirt throwing it over your head. You never realized how cold his room felt until now.
For the rest of the night, Eddie spent the majority of the time playing you little snippets of songs he's been writing. He'd ask you for honest feedback, which you gave.
"Ya know, I'm definitely gonna be writing a song about you." He stated, strumming lazily on his guitar.
Your eyes widened as you laughed at what you thought was a joke." You're serious?"
"As a heart attack." Eddie smiled before getting off the couch, tackling you back on the bed and attacking your neck. Having you both giggling like maniacs.
After this night, you became a legend in your own right. You swore you'd never tell a soul about this, but It didn't take long after the song was officially released for everyone to put two and together. Eddie kept his word about writing a song after you. He didn't mention you were his first, but that's okay. That can be your little secret together. The best kept secret.
Corroded Coffin would go off to win two grammys and headline stadium tours. You went to see them when they came into town, and Eddie gave you the VIP treatment. You promised yourself you wouldn't catch feelings. That was hard to do when he would serenade you in his hotel room.
Eddie was too charming and caring to avoid any of that. You knew better, and you curse yourself for even going against your own set of rules. You were sure Eddie didn't feel the same. He just had a special bond with you after you took his virginity. He definitely didn't possess any true feelings for you besides admiration and friendship. Or did he? Only time will tell.
in all fairness to steve [redacted] harrington, he def could have you pushinâ daffodils as well. but heâs one of those âjusâ wake me up, itâs fineâ kind of bfs and you have to be absolutely desperate before you allow yourself to resort to that.
but once youâre primed with two orgasms and heâs got you pronebone on the bed, your delirious ass wonders why the fuck it took you so long in the first place.
the thing is, you really hated to wake him up. steve sleeps like the dead and rousing him from sleep is a process, to say the least. so when you blink awake to find the illuminated numbers of 3:27 staring back at you, a soft sigh escapes your lips as you scrub a hand down your face. the steady rise and fall of steveâs chest accompanied by his soft snores tell you all there is to know: youâre on your own kid.
so youâre not exactly feeling guilty as you sneak a hand beneath the band of your sleep shorts. rubbing in slow circles around your clit, you lay back against the pillows and hope itâll be enough. yeah, youâve a collection of vibes in the bedside drawer but at the end of the day itâs too god damn early to warrant that. for now, at least.
eyes screwed shut, the sound of your own labored breaths and frustrated curses fill your ears, so it doesnât even register that steveâs awake. he turns on his side, one warm arm pulling you back against his chest. startled, your hand slips from your clit as he noses the column of your throat. âmust be bad if youâre goinâ acoustic.â
his voice is low and slurred with sleep, breath fanning out to warm your collar. âneed some help?â his larger hand dwarfs your own, fingers warmer than yours as they reach to tease your entrance. you nod blearily, silently imploring him to continue. he clucks his tongue reproachingly, âshouldâve gotten me up, woulda had you zonked by now.â
before you can bite back a reply, he rocks his hips against the swell of your ass, dick rutting and trailing precome along your skin. steveâs somehow rucked down your shorts and wedged his thigh between yours, he flexes the muscle in pulses while his free hand presses your pelvis down, clit kissing his skin with delicious friction. his other arm moves to wrap around your collar tugging you closer, back flush to his chest. lips trail along the column of your throat as you resign yourself to steveâs ways.
still sleep-addled, it takes a minute or two for him to get you right where he wants you. the fluid movement of your hips stuttering out when he nudges you with the head of his cock. slick from the dizzying effect of his fingersâ lazy circles against your clit or his nimble fingers fucking into your cunt with abandonâ the stretch is negligible with his initial thrust. it still punches the breath from your lungs and youâre pushed down against the full of his cock, his arms caging you in his grasp.
heâs wrapped your leg around his hip, allowing his fingers to resume their prior activities. but not before his arm snakes up your torso to turn your headâ itâs an improbable position and only thanks to yoga are you able to swing it. steveâs large hand grips your jaw and squeezes just above your molars to force your mouth open. âgood girl,â he coos, fingers slipping deftly between your lips. ânow suck. get âem nice and wet for me, hmm?â you nod dumbly and do just that, tongue laving over his thick digits, drool pooling against your chin and chest.
all the while, his hips grind slow and filthy against your ass, dick lazily thrusting into your clenched cunt as if he has all the time in the world. a string of saliva connects the two of you as he extricates his fingers and meanders down to your abused clitâ heâs slow, gentle almost, fingers circling and scissoring against it sending shivers down your spine. a needy moan slips from your open, panting mouth only to be met with a chuckle from him. you feel the reverberation in his chest as you angle your head back.
and oh, what a sight.
steve has always been pretty, blessed with features a renaissance master would envyâ a sharp jawline, golden skin that flushed pink with heat, eyes that bordered on green in certain lights, and a smile that could launch a thousand ships. he was speckled with sweat now, like drops of dew from the exertion of fucking you. in your desperation to lay eyes on him, your leg slipped from his hip down onto the bed inadvertently tilting your pelvis up and back, forcing him deeper into your cunt. each thrust at this angle stole the breath from your lungs, your whines and mewls flowing freely from the wet pout of your mouth.
without missing a beat, steve moves you fully onto the mattress, your torso and thighs flush against the warm sheets. he settles his thighs along either side of your legs and snakes an arm underneath you to lift you slightly up. now prone beneath him, steve lowers his body to blanket yours as his cock sinks deeper into you with a lewd squelch.
âthere we go,â he sighs, planting an arm just above your shoulder and resting at the elbow as his hips grind against the fat of your ass and thighs. âgonna fill you up at least twice.â
youâre pathetic, desperate to lay claim to any piece of steve that you can. your lips light against his bicep, muscle pulled taut, too tempting not to sink your teeth into. the action pulls a low groan from him, âfuck, honey.â and you know he can feel your lips pull into a smile before you kiss the indentations of his skin. mindful not to rest his entire weight on you, steve lowers himself further eliciting a delighted purr from you as his chest hair brushes against your back.
propped up with one arm, he uses the other to cradle your head, his warm palm brushing back the errant hairs to your forehead as you rest against his forearm. if you know steve (and well you do by now), and if you knew any better, youâd brace yourself. but, as it stands, youâre too fucked out to realize or care about whatâs about to come.
itâs you, youâre about to come, duh.
nonsense noises slip from your mouth as he winds and grinds against you, preparing you for ruin. âI know baby,â he shushes you, âI know, jusâ a bit longer.â and, in an instant, gone are the slow winding waves of pleasure and in their stead are quick, percussive thrusts that lurch your whole body, if not the entire bed. the arm cradling your head saves you from crashing headlong into the headboard. you grip at his bicep for something, anything to hold onto as steve, quite literally, fucks you into the mattress.
itâs tight and hot as his cockhead kisses your cervix, the pressure nearly blinding you in its wake. you arenât even aware of which sounds are coming from you and which are coming from him at this point, the air thick with sweat and musk from your combined arousal. your hands come up to pull him down, fingers carding through the damp locks of his hair and tugging as you unfurl, the pressure swirling in your stomach and swooping low. your vision narrows as you clench against him, brief bursts of white against the dark of your eyelids. and itâs good, so fucking good your soul could ascend at this very moment and youâd be none the wiser.
in fact, that may be what happens. because the next thing you know, youâre whining for him to âcâmon Stevie, fill me up,â as your hands fall from cradling him and onto the creased sheets. youâre limp with fatigue and oh so close to losing it completely when he rises up on both arms and lets your head drift to the pillows. you arch your back slightly, allowing just enough room for his fingers to light on your clit and apply just the right amount of pressure.
the levy breaks. youâre finished, without a doubt. gone for him, like always.
steve fucks you through it, cockhead grazing the spongy spot you can never quite reach and milking your orgasm all the longer. your whole body shakes as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through your body. whiny breaths escaping in sharp gasps of his name, âstevestevestevie, fuck.â undeterred, his thrusts continue, fingers moving messily along your clit.
âthatâs one,â he finally says, hips slowing to a slow roll.
itâs only then in your dickdrunk haze that it dawns on you. you are so irreparably fucked, because he has you right where he wants you. trapped like aâ
âcâmon bunny,â he coos, saccharine sweet, âdidnât think Iâd let you off easy, did ya?â
your cunt throbs of its own volition and you shudder at the implication because he only calls you that when he thinks youâve overdone it. too stressed or busy to rightfully take care of yourself, so he does it for you. and yeah, maybe he was right about that. but you really needed to sleep right the fuck now if you had any hope of being a semblance of a human being tomorrow.
now you can see your cage for what it rightfully is, steve and his glorious gravity draped over you as his arms pin you in. god, heâs good. your muscles melt with an instantaneous relief.
the mantle of stress youâve carried for god knows how long sloughs off as he brushes back the frizzy damp hairs on your face settling beside you, and smiles sweetly. he draws you against his chest and tucks his chin over your head. possessive. caged in. âyouâll be good for daddy now, yeah?â
you nod, soft hairs tickling against your cheeks as his fingers work against your scalp.
âyeah,â a soft croon that sails through the air. âI got you bunny, got one more for you and youâre gonna take it, alright? gâna learn your lesson and give me one more, arenât you?â
both a threat and a promise.
with that, the cage falls shut. youâre caught. youâre trapped.
but oh, what bliss.
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