Deserve Better

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛!

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson feels terrible that a sweet girl like you has such a terrible boyfriend. it'd be a real shame if he couldn't help you out.

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, cheating, blow jobs, eddie eating the shit out of you, fingering, teasing, heavy make-outs, mentions of weed/smoking weed, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, eddie being a little bit possessive, corruption kink if you squint

Covered with ink, the smell of weed lingering in his hair, the Hellfire Club enthusiast could only leave so much to the mind's imagination. He liked to keep true to his name, to let people think their scandalous thoughts about him as he walked by, never asking because that would mean they were communicating with the sinner himself. 

But Eddie Munson, alongside other things, was a fun person to hang around. He didn’t give a flying shit if the old ladies he passed by wrinkled their noses at his hair, or if people liked to gossip whether or not he made a deal with the devil. He was easy to talk to, comforting at times, and even caring if he truly tried hard. 

With that, there were other things that only you could see. The little laugh he let out when you opened up your front door to him, shushing him as the two of you tiptoed to your room. Or the way he pressed a little kiss to your cheek before leaving out the back, waving farewell to you from your window as you suppressed the giddy smile that made its way to your face. 

And it would be fine, really. Eddie could probably stay the night over, (maybe hide in your bathroom if your parents came up the stairs), but you two knew you could get away with it. And you could even stay over at his trailer if you wanted to, but both you and Eddie knew that there was one thing keeping you from spending the night tucked away in his arms. 

It’s just that your boyfriend just wasn’t a big fan of Eddie Munson.

But you think that’s what spurs Eddie on even more. 

Of being the sole person that everybody despises, of being able to defile you whenever he wants. Of being just too loud to raise suspicion, to have him look just around the corner and into your room to see you getting ruined by Eddie “the freak” Munson. 

Sometimes Eddie likes to play with fire, to challenge the devil as he leaves dark marks just high enough on your chest and neck so that most of your clothing could just barely cover it, and most times you’d resort to having to conceal it with makeup. 

Other times he’d like to write his name on the inside of your thigh, knowing that your pure and angelic boyfriend wouldn’t go looking down there anytime soon, but the thrill of your skirt being blown up by the spring winds and revealing the sinister acts that lay upon your supple skin.

But what Eddie finds funny about the whole thing is that most of the time, you don’t even try to hide it. Your hickies are almost always peeking through the layer of makeup or your clothing as if you wanted people to see them. Or how you wore the shortest skirt you could possibly find in hopes of having it scrunch up by accident, leaving people wandering eyes to zero in on the black marker lining your thighs. 

Something Eddie noticed about you was that you were a lot more sinister than you let on. Sure you went to school every day, acting as if you enjoyed it. And made the teachers happy with your grades and preppy attitude, but you were honestly a little minx that Eddie had never expected. 

Last week, for example, Eddie almost choked on the water he was drinking when you strolled into the cafeteria, not looking his way, caught up in something that your boyfriend was saying as you gave him a fake little laugh. But Eddie could see how you peeked over at his table, a sly grin on your lips as you went to rub your neck, his rings littering your finger as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Even worse was that you were wearing his shirt, the one he left at your house over the weekend. All while your boyfriend had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you protectively to his chest as if you were his girl.

So when he came by later that day, knocking on the door, twice, letting you know it was him as you ran past your parents to open it, you cracked it open to see him leaning on the frame, his hands behind his back, a sneaky smile on his face as you shielded him from your parents view. 

“Eddie!” You hissed, watching him gleam at your annoyance at his lack of caution.

“What? Wanted to surprise you,” He whispers with a pout, eyes racking over your form as he lets out a low whistle, “Prettiest girl in the whole damn world.” And he knows exactly what to say to make you forget why you were mad at him. 

It had been days without you two seeing each other like this, being so close that you could see his doe eyes watching you carefully, hoping that he wasn’t crossing the line showing up like this. But deep down, he knew he wasn’t. Because as lonely as he was without you, you could barely function properly these days spent without having him by your side.

You watch as he pulls out his hands and shows you a little bag, “Someone was selling these while I was driving by and thought you’d want some.” And your frown can’t stay there for long as he motions for you to pick a cherry, ripe as it was just the perfect time of year for them. You bashfully grin, obliging him as you grab the ruby-colored fruit, popping it in your mouth as he gave you a little wink.

You had no idea how he could remember the little things you told him alongside all the other things happening in his life. But he’d do little thighs like this; bring you food when you called him late at night, tapping on your window to let him in, remembering the little things you liked and bringing them up late in conversation. It just made you fall even more in love with him, and it was painful that at the end of the day none of it would matter.

“Y/n? Who is it?” You heard your mom call out, worried about your quick behavior change, peeking over to see who it was but you slammed the door shut. You quickly swallowed, spitting out the seed into your hand as you waved her worry off.

“It’s Chrissy! She wants to study for our test!” You paused, “Can I go with her?” And you knew your mother wouldn’t ever say no to you hanging out with Chrissy Cunnigham.

“Of course! Tell Laura I said hello!” And that’s all you needed as you said your haste goodbyes, sprinting out the door as you were stopped by long arms, his signature smell wafting around you as you giggled against his chest. 

He held out the bag of cherries again, his eyes softening as you took another, nudging him with your shoulder as you smiled down into the ground.

“Trying to butter me up, Munson? I’m not going to suck you off while you drive, it’s a safety hazard.” You tell him with a raised brow as you chew, your lips tinting red.

“You know me so well Y/n,” He shakes his head, grinning to himself as he lets out a laugh, “But no, not today, pretty. Just thought you’d like it,” You roll your eyes, reaching for another one as you walk with Eddie to his van.

You were close enough to him that his hair tickled your nose, and his skin was hot as yours was he opened the car door for you with an exaggerated movement, causing you to laugh at his chivalry as he gave you a playful wink.

“Ladies first, sweetheart.” And you let go of his hand, letting him shut the door for you as he rounded the car, climbing in the driver's seat as the van roared to life. He placed the little bag of cherries in the middle, opening it towards you as you softened up at his little gesture. 

You drummed your fingers on your thigh, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes as he caught your stare, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, unable to control yourself around him.

“My rings, huh?” He asked as he turned the corner, glancing at your fingers that were still littered with his jewelry, a sort of brand he had on you that even your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend couldn’t ever achieve, “Little bit risqué don’t you think?”

“Thought you’d like it.” You answer coyly, reaching for his hand as you played with his fingers, tracing his palm as he let you, his cheeks dusted in light pink as he tore his eyes away from the road for a second to see you mindlessly toying with the skin of his arm. 

“Yeah, more than liked it,” He grumbled as he remembered you fidgeting with his rings that day, tugging at the collar of his shirt as you sneakily put his little love bites on display, “Almost ran over there and fucked you on the table.” 

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, but it didn’t stop you from tugging at his fingers playfully. 

“Everybody would have rioted,” You joke as you put his hand back down to his lap, not missing the sound he made at the back of his throat, the one that told you he didn’t want you to stop as you grinned, “Think my boyfriend would drop from a seizure.” 

You pause, your lips pursing as silence floods between the two of you. You knew how he felt about your boyfriend, even though he never outwardly said it. Though glances shared in between periods, walking down the hall with you in his arms and the glares Eddie would shoot him didn’t leave much room for questioning. 

“Want a cherry?” You ask, trying to break the tense air as you plucked one from the bag, twisting off the stem as you held it up for him. 

He leaned to your side, eyes never leaving the road as he opened his mouth, letting you drop it on his tongue as he heard you let out a chuckle, rubbing his hand on the gearshift as he warmed up under your touch. 

“Still think apples are better but … not bad,” He murmured, spitting out the seed into his hand, “Better not be though ‘cause that shit cost me a fucking arm and a leg. Roadside vendors just rob you blind.” 

You click your tongue against your teeth, your smile dropping at his words. 

“Eddie…” You say with a sigh, pulling out another cherry as you held it up to his mouth, his brows furrowing as he shrugged at your tone. 

“What?” He opened his mouth for another and you obliged, “My girl likes cherries, so I bought her some cherries.” Your heart almost stopped as he spoke, but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to his words, nudging your elbow with his as he silently asked for another cherry. 

My girl. 

This whole arrangement was supposed to be a one-time thing. Your boyfriend refused to touch you, saying that he’d wait until the two of you were married. He’d go as far as a peck against your lips, but your hormones were raging and you doubted his little kiss was going to cut it for you.

Ever since you saw him, you knew that in some way or another Eddie Munson was going to be your savior. At first, you only talked when you wanted an escape, and he seemed to always have it ready in that little bin he carried around. 

Smoking with him at first was unusual, seeing how you normally did it in the confines of the forest, hidden away from the naked eye. But you slowly warmed up to him, your mind betraying you as you began to realize that the so-called “freak” of the school was probably the sanest one out there. 

Since then, lingering touches turned into experimental kisses, kisses turned into long hours spent in his trailer, and soon Eddie was fucking you on every surface he could find. Ranging from the back of his van, his bed, your bed, and the woods behind the school. And at first, you felt guilty, you did, but you couldn’t feel that way for long when Eddie made you feel the way you did. 

You told him that it would never happen again, that this was a mistake and you should have never played into lust's temptation, but Eddie Munson managed to reel you back, and after a while, it seemed like you truly longed for his touch. 

And the worst part is, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this way about anybody before. 

Not even your boyfriend, who seemed intent on sharing a future with you. You can’t recall the last time somebody had made you laugh as much as Eddie had, or held you close to his chest as if you mattered. He liked to talk about things, never focusing on just himself when he told stories. 

You knew that you had said it was only beneficiary, nothing else, no feeling attached. But glancing over at Eddie as he drove, his head somewhere else as he hummed a tune to a song he had heard on the radio, you felt yourself wanting to break your own rules.

So instead of dwelling on your warping feeling, the mind-numbing hope that maybe Eddie felt the same way you do, you opted to do something else. You looked out the window, staring at the flashing trees and the road as you saw the familiar sign that welcomed you into the trailer park, and he could see how you almost perked in your seat as he slowed down the van as he pulled up into his trailer. 

“Home sweet home,” He muttered, leaning across from you as he dragged your door open, the action making you let out a playful giggle as you lightly pushed his shoulder, kissing his mess of hair as you hopped out. 

Eddie raced you to the door, opening it for you as you gave him a little curtsy, earning a hearty chuckle from his end as he followed you inside, thankful that his uncle was away at the plant because he didn’t want him around for what would be following. 

You had become familiar with the flower-printed walls of the trailer, the scent of his recently smoked blunt lingering in the air. The bra you had forgotten here last week was probably somewhere hidden under his bed and you kept kicking yourself for forgetting to bring it with you whenever you come over.

“So…” You clap your hands together, turning around to find Eddie already getting his boots off, shrugging off his leather coat as he placed it on the nook on the wall, “Do you want to- mph,” Before you could finish the question you felt your back being pushed roughly against the counter, quick fingers kneading at the skin of your hips as his nose nudged against yours. 

“Needy much?” You ask, your sarcastic nature peeking through as Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands eagerly moved across your body. He could barely think straight after everything you had put him through, much less try to be patient. 

“If I parade around in that black shirt you like so much all day, you tell me how needy you are.” He lamented, biting at your neck as your eyes widened, hands trailing up his back as they found purchase tugging at his hair. 

He was right. You’d jump him when you had the chance. 

“I just…” Your voice caught in the back of your throat when his lips pressed against the skin of your jaw, hot as they pressed little kisses along your skin, “I just thought it’d be a good idea.” You whimper slightly when Eddie presses you deeper into the counter, the wood digging into your back as he pushes more of his weight onto you. 

“Yeah?” You could feel his breath against your cheek, heat flaming upwards as you looked up into his eyes, “That was your definition of a good idea?” 

And honestly, you would have answered him back had he not leaned back down, his lips pressing feverishly against yours as you let out a surprised squeal. He was rough, your teeth clashing with one another as he tried to put his emotions into his actions, his hands coming up as they cradled the back of your neck, thumbs resting alongside your face as he tilted your head upwards. 

He kissed you in that particular way you liked, the one that he knew made you go crazy. With his tongue swiping against yours, toying with you as he barely let you get a breather. He could still taste the cherries he had bought for you, making him moan into the kiss as you tugged at his roots. You were wearing that lipgloss he liked so much, too, which just seemed to make him go feral. 

“Taste like fuckin heaven,” He teased as he pulled away, his soft eyes looking at your dazed ones as you shot him a lazy smile. His thumb rubbed at the corner of your mouth, trying to clean it off the smeared gloss. He stared at your swollen lips, at the way you followed his every move and his thumb slipped through the corner of your lips. 

He went to pull away, his movements too slow and you too fast as your tongue swirled around it, never breaking eye contact with him as he whimpered, pressing his finger tight against the roof of your tongue, hearing your sweet little sounds following shortly after. He gently pulled your jaw down, your compliance making it easy for him to move you to his command. Seeing how the spit was pooling around his finger, he could feel his pants getting tighter at the sight. 

“Shit,” He muttered, “You don’t h-have to…fuck,” Eddie could barely think as you let go of his thumb with a pop, his cock straining as your hands pawed at the zipper, your eyes wide, silently asking him if it was okay. He wanted to laugh if he could; as if he’d ever say no. 

He nodded, his lips slightly shaking as he watched you fall to your knees, slow in your actions as you played with him a bit. You knew he liked it when you looked up, his pupils blown wide when your nose nudged at the bulge, a twinkling look in your eyes, knowing he was going to be wrecked in a couple of seconds.

He saw your hands moving gracefully, tugging at the zipper, undoing the buttons of his jeans, gingerly taking off his belt as his pants quickly pooled around his legs. 

You could see the contour of his dick against his boxers, the little beads of precum that stained the fabric. You grinned, fingers moving as they softly traced the outline, hearing his shuddering breaths as you squeezed the tip. 

“Y-you're killin’ me up here sweetheart.” He muttered, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he tried to smile.

“Be patient Eddie,” You giggled, pressing a little kiss to the precum forming, the salty taste familiar as you went to tug his briefs down. You watched as his dick sprang free, slapping you on the cheek as you let out a little moan, the size of him never fails to surprise you, “You’re so big  - fuck Eddie.” He whines at your words, at the way your nails drag up and down the long vein that wrapped around his cock.

Eddie can’t wait anymore with your teasing, waiting days to do this as he grasps the back of your head, jutting his hips forward so that his dick pushes past your lips, a little groan escaping your throat as he keeps pushing himself deeper into your open mouth. 

“Jesus fucking Christ - shit - just,” He shut his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself, “Just like that. You’re so… so good at this - shit,” He began moving after letting you get adjusted, your nose hitting his pelvis as it brushed against his little tufts of hair. You let him guide your head, let him set the pace as he let out the sweet little moans you cherished so much, “What would your boyfriend say if he knew - fuck - that his girlfriend was such a slut for my cock?” And even though you don’t answer, he knew how his words affected you.

When this whole thing started, he tried to be as gentle and caring as possible. You told him all about how your boyfriend would neglect you, leaving you to fend for yourself, and that you were shy and genuinely had no idea what you were doing. 

So he’d coax you through it, tell you had to suck him off as you obediently listened to his every instruction. But now, after months of bending you to his will, Eddie couldn’t control himself when he was around you anymore.

“No one’s as good as you,” He stopped momentarily, shuddering as your tongue ran up and down his length, “Fuck, you take me so well…” And you did because Eddie taught you how. You hoped that after months of letting him fuck your throat you had picked up something, tricks that you knew made him go crazy. 

And you could feel him shaking, his grips on your head weakening as his fingers tugged at your roots. He was getting close, but before you could feel him release down your throat he pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you looked up at him. 

“Thanks, sweetheart, but,” He murmured, his thumb rubbing at your lips, smiling as he went to collect a mixture of his pre and your spit, bringing it up to his mouth as he watched you clench your thighs at the sight, “Wanna finish with you tonight.” 

Your chest was heaving, but you smiled, shakily standing up, feeling the sting of the carpet on your knees as you winced a little. Eddie cooed at your reaction, rubbing at your neck as he pressed a kiss to your lips, guiding you towards the direction of his bedroom as you followed him silently. 

The familiar walls and smell of his room made you smile, a comfort you had been reaching out for in the last couple of weeks seeing that Eddie was busier with his campaign. Before you could look around too much he followed in, hands on your waist as he closed the door behind the two of you.

He didn’t want to waste any time as he pushed you down onto the mattress, his hands cradling your head so that it wouldn’t thump too harshly against the springs like it did last time and he smiled against your chin, almost forgetting where he was as you nudged his hips. He motioned for you to crawl on his lap, and you obliged, settling yourself so that you rubbed against his hardon, earning a little gasp whenever you tried to adjust yourself on his thighs.

“You are so gonna be the death of me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Munson.” He laughs, the sound vibrating against your chest as he plays with the little necklace you had worn, staring up at you as you carded your finger through his chocolate curls. He stares deeply, not wanting to ever forget that he has Hawkins High's golden girl straddling his lap, looking at him like he exists. It drives him insane and riddles his mind every night about how you could possibly come back to him whenever you do.

“So pretty…” He murmured, sucking at your neck as you shuffled around in his iron grip, your eyes squeezed shut as he moved to your collarbone, “You’re always so pretty.” He hopes you know he’s not just saying it to make you like him more because the way you look right now could make him lift the world if he really wanted to. 

Your nose wrinkles and his heart drops, worried that he did something wrong, that his room smells too much for you, but your brows furrow in that cute way, your tongue poking out as you try to think of what was different. 

“Is that a new shampoo?” You tug his head closer to your nose, your attitude different from the one you had seconds ago as he chuckles, his chest vibrating against yours as he nods in your hands as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Mhm,” He kissed your collarbone as you were busy sniffing his hair, “It’s that one I kept telling you about, remember?” 

You nod, hoping that he knows you remember almost everything about him. How you want to remember because you couldn’t ever forget the little snippets of his life he tells you about. You know how he likes his eggs, where he places each ring (because he has a system - he’s not an animal), and how every nook and cranny of his room is decorated with memorabilia he collected over the years.

“Of course I do, that green one, right?” You mutter, and he nods as you kiss the crown of his head, “It smells really good.” He beamed, rubbing at your back as his hands slipped up your shirt. 

You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt, a little sign you had picked up on over the months as you helped him as you lifted your arms, your shirt quickly coming off as he never left your tits and the lacey bra you were wearing. 

He swallowed dryly, the sound audible as you raised a brow at his reaction, your lips tugging up into a little grin as his hands moved up your back to find the clasps. When he finally got it after seconds of playing with it he was quick as he tugged the straps down your arm, tossing the bra to the side, surely another one lost to the many you had left in his room.

“You’re acting like you’re in middle school Eddie,” You tell him with a chuckle, poking his sides as he glances at you, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” And he shakes his head, his fingers playing with your nipples as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. His rings drag against your skin, the temperature difference causing goosebumps to follow in their wake as your thighs clench at the feeling. 

“Shut up,” He murmurs, flushing pink as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He rubs at the other one, not leaving it unattended as you, and you heat up in embarrassment as he flashes you a smirk, cupping them in his palms as he gives both of them a gentle kiss, “Let me have my moment.”

You groan, covering your face in your hands as he laughs against your soft skin, taking this opportunity to trail his fingers downwards, pulling at your shorts as he slowly rubs against your clothed mound. 

“E-Eddie!” You squeal, squirming as he simply smiles, his thumb moving around to find your clit, your mouth falling slack as he continues to rub against it, the friction of the fabric causing you to squirm around in his hold, “P-please, oh…” You trail off when he quickened his pace.

“Please what?” His tone was taunting, the kind you hated because now you knew what he wanted, “‘M not going to give you anything if you don’t ask for it. Where're your manners, sweetheart?” You let out a little cry, your head falling into the crook of his neck as his other hands gingerly stroked your back in a comforting way. 

“Eddie,” You whimpered against the column of his skin, searching for the spot that made him go weak, his breathing shuddering as you dragged your lips against it, “Please…god fuck, please touch me.” Eddie snorts, his hands stopping their movements as he raises his brow in questioning. 

“Where?” His thumb presses up harshly against your swollen clit, dragging it down south as you whine again, “Here?” And you dumbly nod, not knowing if you had it in yourself to tell him what you want.

He didn’t have to be told twice as he hooked his fingers along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as he flung them off into the abyss of his room. He could see how your chest was heaving with labored breaths, and he grinned inwardly knowing that nobody else would be able to see you like this. 

He flattened you down on the bed, pushing down on your stomach as you followed his movements, watching as he stretched, flashing you a charming grin.

He pressed a little kiss to the inner corner of your thighs, each one closer to your awaiting cunt, his nose rubbing alongside your clit, giving it a little sniff as you groaned, your hands pawing at the bedsheets as he smiled against you.

“You’re such a perv, Eddie.” You mutter, turning your head to the side so that he couldn’t see your expression. 

“Yeah, I know,” He chuckled, giving little kitten licks as you shuddered again, “But you like it, don’t you? Like knowing that I’m the only one that can touch you like this?” And you can’t answer him because you both know he’s right.

You can’t say anything as his tongues swirl against your folds, lapping up your essence as you moan, your cries growing louder and louder as he increases his movements. Everything he did was driving you towards the edge, especially when he looked up from between your thighs, smiling knowingly against your skin as he sucked loudly at your clit 

“So wet - fuck,” He groans, his tongue moving past your entrance as he watches your eyes roll back, “Shit…and you taste so fucking good,” And the obscene sounds mixed with the way he swirls his tongue around your hole is enough to make you go crazy. 

You knew he hadn’t been going at it for long but he was so skilled in knowing how to unravel you that you could already feel your thighs shaking, his grips on them tightening as he tried to hold you down. You carded your fingers through his hair, trying to move his head up and down the expanse of your cunt. 

“Just like that,” He’d say, his tongue moving up to your clit as he pumped a finger in and out, his eyes shutting momentarily as he felt you clamp down on him, “S-sweetheart you’re so fucking tight. Even after all this time,” You let out unintelligible babble as he drew circles on the bundle of nerves, adding another finger as you cried out for him. 

“Eddie! Fuck, s-shit,” Your words slurred together as he quicked his pace, feeling how you squeezed against his digits, “Don’t stop - umph!” You bit down at the back of your hand to muffle the scream you would have let out. 

“God, Eddie, please, oh, just,” You cry out, “Faster, please!” And he obliges your change in nature from when he first met you only going south.

“Come on sweetheart, almost there,” He coaxed you through it, his fingers and tongue never letting up, “You’re doing fucking amazing, come on, cum, there you go…” You twitched around as your toes curled, white flashing before your eyes as you let out a scream, your climax washing over you as Eddie made sure not to waste a drop of your release, quick to lap it all as he sucked his fingers dry. 

He grinned as he took in your wasted state; your legs spread wide open for him, pussy twitching from your orgasm, wet and shiny in the dim light of his room. He wanted to punch himself for forgetting to stock up on film to take a picture of this very moment.

“You look ruined.” He said teasingly,  moving down as he balanced himself on his arms, pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as you whined at the taste of yourself on him. He trailed down, sucking at your neck, just above your collarbone. He made sure to leave another mark for tonight, reveling in the way you’d groan at him, smacking him in the arm for not being conspicuous enough, but not even bothering to cover it up when the time came.

“Because of you,” You muttered weakly, stretching your legs wider so that he could situate himself more comfortably. His fingers kneaded at the meat of your thighs, running down your calves, and he winked as he caught your stare. 

His hands grasped at your ankles, moving them up and to his shoulders as you winced a little bit at the uncomfortable stretch. He pressed a kiss to them, a small thank you for being so acquiescent.

Before he could continue you saw how he paused, his fingers still rubbing at your calves as he looked at the drawer next to his desk. You followed his gaze, your mind working fast as you tried to contain the little grin that graced your face when you tapped his shoulder, bringing his attention back to you.

“Don’t have to,” You whisper, your voice thick as his brows furrowed in confusion before you continued, “I’m on the pill.”

And he chokes a little bit, his eyes widening as you giggle at his reaction. The idea of doing it raw with you had been plaguing his mind ever since he first felt you wrap around him, wondering just how warm you were, and he could barely think straight when he thought about spilling in you, his cum overflowing from your pretty pussy as he marked you in the most intimate way possible. He was so lost in the little trance you had placed upon him that he could barely register your gentle touch as you rubbed at his cheeks. 

“Y’hear me, Eds?” You asked, worried as he seemed like he went to his little world as his grip on you tightened just a bit. And he nodded, looking back to you as he leaned back down, his hands moving away from your legs as your ankles slid down, catching you in an unexpected kiss. It was feverish and crazy how he moved against you, wet and sloppy as he tried to make it fast but he couldn’t with the way you held his jaw in your hands, looking up at him softly as your eyes searched his. 

“Y-yeah, heard you just fine, sweetheart.” He said through a grumble as he cleared his throat, pressing another peck to your forehead as he moved back down, readjusting himself to where he originally was as he rubbed at his ears glowing pink.

“Make me go crazy, seeing you like this,” Eddie murmurs as he aligns his tip with your entrance, groaning at the feeling as you stroke his arms, your finger trailing upwards as they push the hair out of his face, “You’re so fucking hot, y’know that, right?” 

“Eddie please just,” You press your lips together as he quirks a brow, “God - please - just fuck me already!” He laughs at your outburst, evading the little punch you threw at his chest as he pressed a kiss up against your knuckles. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He pushes his cock in, bottoming out in you as you scream at the feeling of him. It was much more different than you expected, feeling all of him in you as your lips trembled at the feeling of his veins dragging up your walls.

“Eddie! Fuck, ugh, oh fuck you’re s-so big!”

He whines at the way you grip his wrists, how tears spring up to your eyes as you try to get used to his size. 

He can feel your nails drag along his back, the pain not enough to hurt him as he tries to control himself, knowing that you had to adjust for a couple of seconds before he continued. It was evil the way you had him wrapped around your little finger, acting like he knew everything when he was a total mess whenever he was around you. 

Your eyes squeeze shut at the sting, his dick still managing to stretch you out after months of taking him. 

“S-stop,” He moaned out as you dragged your hands across his chest, your psalm freezing as he shivered, “Stop clamping down on me s’much sweetheart, gotta…” He breathed deeply through his nose, still trying not to move, “Gotta loosen up, j-just a little bit, fuck, p-please…” And you try, really you do, but he’s just so big that you don’t have the opportunity to do so.

So Eddie gives up, his hips betraying his mind as he pulls back out, slamming back down into you as your screams and moans wrap around him, holding his body like a vice as you grip at his arms, begging him quietly through your choked words to just slow down a little bit.

You can feel every little inch of him in you, his veins dragging up and down your walls as his tip teases that spongy part inside of you, his hands trailing down to where your bodies connected as he rubbed frantically at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. 

“Shit - fuck, Y/n you feel so fucking amazing like this, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He groaned, his hands searching for yours, sliding them up as he curled his fingers with your, the bead of sweat trickling down his face as he kissed the tip of your nose in the loving way he always did.

It wasn’t that you weren't used to this, how he fucked you up and down on his cock.

Eddie Munson just always seemed to know how to fuck you stupid.

Words were incoherent from your mouth as you babble on about how amazing he was, his dick repeatedly hitting your g-spot as you gripped whatever you possibly could, your hands searching for something to hold because you felt like you’d be slipped away sooner than later. 

He hoists your leg up to his shoulder, leaning down as he nuzzles into your neck, letting out a choked moan as he kisses your breasts, sucking at them and leaving little bites all over them as he felt himself going insane with the way you clenched tightly around him. 

The smell of sweat and sex was defiling you all over again, Eddie's cologne mixing with the perfume you had spritzed on earlier that day, and it became addictive, the way you searched for it, something that only the two of you could create.

“Eddie, please, mphf!” You moaned as he captured the sound in a searching kiss, his tongue running along your lips wet with spit and tears, “Please, p-please cum in me, I wanna feel you so fucking b-bad!” You cried as his finger swirled faster against your clit. The feeling that mixed with the way he rutted his hips against you, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass as it became drowned out by the sound of both your sobs. 

Both you and he could feel each other releases coming, with the way your walls began to clamp down even tighter and how he faltered, his legs growing weak from the weight of it all crashing down on him, his hold on your waist growing tighter than ever before as his hips slammed back down into your pelvis with less force than before. 

You trailed your fingers down to where he was circling your clit, all of it working together as you let out a little squeal as you gushed around him, your release coating his skin as he sputtered against you. 

“Shit! Fuck, oh god, Y/n, fuck, I’m c-coming…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as you felt his cum coating your walls, hot against your already burning folds as he slumped down, groaning into your chest as your hands stayed limped on his back. 

His dick was still pulsating inside of you, a little bulge from everything and he slowly pulled out, his cock growing soft as he watched his cum spill out of you, the sight nearly enough to make him hard again. 

“Holy fucking shit,” He muttered softly, his fingers going to your aching cunt as he tried to shove it back in there, not missing the way you moaned as he accidentally rubbed against your swollen clit, “Y’look so fucking hot right now.” 

And even in your dazed state, you managed to laugh, the sound warming up his chest as he engulfed one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips as he left tender kisses on your fingertips, trailing down to your knuckles as you melted at the gesture. 

“Shit, shit,” He muttered quickly as he notices all the marks littering your chest, his rings scratching alongside your waist from how tightly he was gripping you and he grimaced, “Sorry for hurtin’ you, didn’t mean to be so rough,” You would have argued if you weren't so tired. And regardless, you watched through blurry vision as he quickly jumped off the bed, tugging on some boxers as he sprinted out of the room only appearing minutes later with a wet towel. 

“Here,” He motioned for you to spread your legs a little bit so he could clean the mess between them, “There you go, just like that sweetheart,” He tried to be gentle, cooing at you as you winced as it dragged against the tender skin of your cunt, delicate kisses lining your entrance as he looked at you through his long lashes. 

“Y’did so fuckin’ amazing.” 

With a little giggle and a knowing smirk, you shrug, pulling him by the back of his neck as you kiss the corner of his lips. 

“I know Munson,” You push his hair behind his ear as he smiles into your lips, “You never fail to mention.”

He grins, flopping down beside you as he tosses your shirt back towards you, averting his gaze as he tugged it on, his innocence in moments like this making you fall for him even more than you already thought was possible. 

Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall, groaning at the time and you followed his gaze, the sinking feeling filling your stomach as you realized that it was beginning to get late and you’d have to go home soon. 

“Wish you’d just stay,” He whispered truthfully, turning his body so that he could press against your neck. 

“I know,” You kissed the side of his head as you nudged his jaw with your nose, wanting him to look at you as you smiled a little bit, “Soon.” 

He perked up a bit, eyes widening as he tried to decipher what you could mean. 

“Soon?”

“Soon,” You say with a giggle, laughing against his lips as he brings his hand up to cradle your face, smiling gleefully into the kiss as he gently bit your lip, pulling it forwards as your hands ran up and down the expanse of his naked torso. 

“Really?”

“Really really,” You say and he scoffs, almost not believing you as he raises his brows.

“You honestly mean it?” He sounded so optimistic, so tantalizingly precious that you couldn’t help but break into a wide grin, nodding against his face as he gripped your hips gently, kissing alongside your jaw as he could practically feel his heart beating sporadically in the limited space of his ribcage. 

“Cross my heart.” You say, doing the motion as his forehead relaxed, hugging and pulling you closer to his chest as his fingers trailed across the curves, the little dips your body allowed only him to see. 

The beating of his heart was loud, yet peaceful enough to lull you into a state of calm, your breathing slowing down as his hands mapped every crevice of your torso, pinching playfully at your thighs as you giggled in his grasp. 

“Think I’m starting to like cherries more,” He murmured against your skin, his lips hot on your shoulder as you smiled up at the ceiling, eyes twinkling as Eddie traced little shapes onto your stomach. 

“Yeah?” He hummed a bit as you couldn’t help but laugh at it all, “Why’s that Munson?” 

“Apples just don't...” He paused trying to think of how to phrase it correctly, “They don’t cut it anymore, if you get what I’m saying.” 

“I’m sorry but,” You chuckle as he smiles against you, “I don’t think I do, Eds.” It was these little conversations that you cherished more than anything, where both of you were carefree and the world around you didn't matter because the way he held you tightly against him made you feel so many different things at once you couldn’t process the emotion somethings.

“Yeah, well,” He gave an exaggerated sigh, “Cherries have the annoying seeds and they charge fifty times more for them but,” He licks your neck and you heat up, “They remind me of you. Apples now remind me of Henderson and his lunches packed with that god-awful smelling baloney.” You give him a hearty laugh, turning around as you kiss him, not able to stop because he always managed to toy with your heart in this particular way that made you wonder why you hadn’t met him sooner. 

The night faded out with him bringing you back home, dropping you off with a tender kiss and a farewell wave, acting like your very own knight as he left you beaming by your front door, your feet digging into the concrete as you reached up on your tiptoes to wave goodbye to him. And you Realized at that very moment that Eddie Munson had total reign over you now, and nobody could match up to him again. 

So when you meant soon, you really did mean it. 

That following day you strolled into the cafeteria, straying away from the boy attached by your side as you ignored his confusing calls, wondering why in the world you were walking towards Eddie Munson.

Your smile was bright and gleaming as he watched through a calculating gaze, leaving everybody in that lunchroom stunned and speechless as you leaned up and dragged him down by the neck to press a sloppy kiss to his lips, his smile apparent even as you pulled away, his hands never leaving your hips as he raised his brows. 

“New gloss?” He asked, feeling the eyes of everybody in that room as he motioned his finger to his lips, and you shot him an apologetic look as you wiped it off with your thumb. 

“Mhm, it's cherry!” You tell him with a little giggle, “Thought you’d like it!”

Eddie Munson was a man long gone after that, groaning as he swooped you back into his arms, not caring that your boyfriend was shouting loudly behind you, demanding to know what in the actual fuck was happening. 

Because now, Eddie could finally kiss that obnoxious flavored gloss off your lips and knowingly stare at the world with a cocky smirk because you were always going to be his.

The Closer I Get 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, possessiveness, jealousy, fatphobic attitudes, gaslighthing.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You meet the God of Thunder by chance only to find yourself swept up in the whirlwind of his attention. (chubby/short!reader)

Characters: Thor

Note: As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Shrek loves Fiona. Take care. 💖

You stand at the counter, leaning against the little round ledge of laminate as you wait for your order. Despite the distance, you beat the fill at the pharmacy. Anxiously, almost erratic, you pick your nails as you watch the workers in white coats and name tags at their work, like ants in a hill.

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Undone

Pairing:- Demon/Mafia Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (use of the Pet name -Angel)

Word Count:- 4939

Warnings:- 18+ Dark Fic - for criminal themes mentioned and implied. Mafia AU. Mafia Bucky and Demon Bucky - they both carry a warning equally. Demon Powers. Supernatural world hinted at. Oral sex - both male and female giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. Public sex. Forced voyeurism as punishment. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Shadows manifesting. Drinking. Drugs. Mention of insecurities. Criminal activities. Mentions of violence. Hinted at  marriage problems (but there is no cheating - only assumptions) revenge. Desire. Biting. Pain mixed with pleasure. Swearing. Possessive Bucky. Dirty talking. I think this covers everything found within but still proceed with caution in case one or two things have slipped through. 

A/N:- This idea was born from this ask here and grew into a 4939 one-shot. Though in truth I’m not ready to give up Demon/Mafia Bucky and it will probably have many more one-shots included thanks to @thefallenbibliophilequote ask. I have had so much fun writing this story, and can’t wait to return to both Demon/Mafia Bucky and his Angel. 

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Summary:- A man seeking revenge on Bucky lays his hands on you. Bucky is ruthless in his punishment, and possessive in the way he shows that you are his, and nobody can take you from him. 

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━━━━━━━━━ “ Soak me in your desires ” ft. Eren Yeager

〜 content & warnings: afab-reader CEO Eren Yeager, employee reader, sub reader, mom-reader, bratty reader, explicit smut and foreplay, hard-dom Eren, bondage (blindfold), nipple play, lactation kink, milf chaser Eren Yeager,mention of a broken marriage; wc ~ 0.85k

〜 notes: this is a part of I’m sucking off a CEO collab hosted by @httptamaki

〜 tags: @shibuyawardnetwork

The cigarette kept fuming while a pair of emerald translucent orbs lurked over you, your curvy body. Eren couldn’t avert his eyes from your milky breasts; even when your hands moved along your body, he watched your nipples, perking through your shirt. Eren was sitting in his office, noticing you through the frills of the curtain.

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silk thoughts

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: steve decides to give eddie some lessons on being with a girl and eddie realizes he's a little too attached to the two of you.

warning(s): 18+ content, heavy makeouts, fingering (f rec), finger riding, inexperienced!eddie, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!steve, eddie being a simp and steve giving orders and very unedited work.

a/n: aaah im so proud of this fic so i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.

ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.

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Eddie felt absolutely breathless looking between you and Steve. You were kneeled beside him, a soft smile on your face as you played with the hem of your shirt that only covered the top of your panties.

Your lips looked slightly bruised from how rough Steve had kissed you just a few moments ago.

Eddie's eyes drifted to Steve who stood in front of you, a lazy smile on his face as he whispered something in your ear making you cover your face in embarrassment.

Eddie's mouth felt dry, he couldn't think straight and he was so incredibly hard right now.

"Are you backing out?" Steve asked him eyebrows furrowed. Eddie cleared his throat shifting in his seat "No!" He said a bit too quickly causing Steve to laugh.

Eddie didn't know what he was thinking when he asked Steve for help. Eddie was far from a virgin but he never said he was any good at sex, not that he was horrible but he wasn't the most experienced. He was aware of how Steve clearly had very much experience with you since you were very open about your sexual experiences with Steve.

You often couldn't keep your mouth shut constantly boosting Steve's ego.

Now what Eddie expected when he asked for help was some friendly advice but what he got was this.

Steve said it'd probably be better if he just tried it out with you and Steve gave him some good pointers.

"This isn't going to like ruin the friendship or anything right?" Eddie asked picking at a loose thread on the couch. All 3 of you were pretty good friends and he didn't want to ruin that. "No" Steve shook his head.

"If you want we can never speak about it again" You shrugged and Eddie nodded in response. If he does a bad job he does not want hear about it for days on end.

"Y/N's going to take it easy with you, isn't that right?" Steve looked towards you as you moved closer to Eddie "Yep" you smiled "Can I get in your lap?" You asked, your voice was like silk.

"Sure" he choked out, goosebumps appeared along Eddie's skin when your hand touched his bicep as you threw your leg over his lap sitting on his lap.

Steve leaned on the coffee table watching you.

"You're going start out just kissing alright? You've kissed before right?" Steve teased and Eddie glared at him.

"Shut up" He managed to get out as you leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. You were clearly hesitant, you didn't want to move too fast, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

Steve leaned forward lightly shoving your head, your lips pressed against Eddie's and Eddie melted into the kiss. "There we go" your lips moved against Eddie's.

Eddie knew it was wrong as his heart thumped in his chest, he liked this more than he should, he liked Steve's girlfriend more than he should.

Eddie hummed against your lips, he felt almost like he was on top of the world. You tasted like the vanilla ice cream the 3 of you had been eating earlier.

Eventually the two of you pulled away but Eddie found himself chasing after your lips and you giggled pecking his lips once more.

"That was amazing" he breathed out, truthfully no one had ever kissed him that fucking good before. "She's good, isn't she?"

Steve moved his seat beside the two of you "But you're too sweet with her" he hummed pushing some hair off your shoulder "You gotta kiss her like she's a slut, like this" Steve's hand slid to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him kissing you roughly.

Eddie could see that unlike when he kissed you, Steve was clearly in control. His tongue in your mouth as he cupped the back of your head and you moaned against his lips.

Steve pulled away a string of spit between the two of you "See? She likes it when you're a little rough with her" His question was directed towards Eddie but he could hardly focus as he watched Steve wipe his finger across your bottom lip. Steve smiled at you like he was in love which he so clearly was.

Oh, Eddie wanted something like that, he wanted something like the two of you had though he wasn't sure if he wanted something like it or if he simply wanted the two of you.

"Are you listening?" Steve nudged him with his elbow "Yeah" Eddie muttered nodding his head. "Now I want you to kiss her again this time take control"

You fixed yourself on his lap staring down at him, you could tell he wasn't quite sure "It's okay" you reassured him "You got this" He nodded, your words enough to get him going.

He kissed you again this time trying to memorize Steve's movements as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, massaging his tongue against yours.

"Good" Steve praised both of you moaned at his words not quite sure who he was praising but happy with the way it made you feel nonetheless. You began to grind against Eddie's cock through his jeans.

He was surely going to cum in his jeans if you kept moving like that.

Eddie kept his hands to himself not wanting to overstep but with one hand Steve lifted your shirt holding it just above your breast and with the other Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on your breast.

With Steve's hand on top of Eddie's he began kneading your breast, a low whimper slipped from your lips though it was slightly muffled by Eddie's lips.

Your skin felt soft against Eddie's rough hands. Steve used Eddie's hand to squeeze your breast and you let out a breathy sigh pulling away from Eddie.

Eddie felt like he was heaven, he was wondering what he had done to experience something so beautiful.

That's when Steve noticed it, the glint in his eyes as he stared up at you, he seemed almost entranced by you. He seemed almost in love.

The strange thing was Steve didn't mind it, with other guys he'd get a bit jealous but with Eddie it was different. He couldn't explain why but it was

"Tease her tits" Steve told him "Tease her tits?" Steve playfully rolled his eyes moving Eddie's hand from your breast "Come here Y/N" Steve grabbed your hand helping you move from Eddie's lap to his.

Eddie couldn't help but miss the feeling of you on top of him.

He lifted your shirt off your body throwing it somewhere causing you to chuckle softly. Eddie's eyes roamed your upper body, he was sure he had never seen anything so hot.

"You're so pretty" Steve muttered in appreciation "Isn't she pretty Eddie?"

"So pretty" Eddie whispered like he was in a trance "I think you're both really pretty too" you joked and Steve chuckled causing Eddie to crack a smile and for a moment it felt like it was all 3 of you in a relationship just laughing together.

Eddie shook his head at himself trying to remind himself that he wasn't invited here to start a relationship.

Steve reached both his hands up cupping your breasts kneading them in his hand "You paying attention?"

"Yeah, of course" Eddie shifted in his seat before Steve pressed your breasts together taking his time to place kisses on both of them.

Eddie could almost cum just watching the way you stared at Steve with your pretty lust filled eyes.

"You gotta tease her a little bit" leaned up flicking his tongue on your hardened nipple. "She likes when you talk sweet to her and call her pretty, don't you my pretty girl?"

You wanted to deny it but I mean what person didn't like being called pretty? You cheeks heated up in embarrassment and Steve laughed placing light kisses on your breasts once more.

"My girl's an easy girl to please except when she's being a little brat" Steve commented pinching your thigh and you pouted "I'm not a brat, Steve's just mean to me sometimes" You told Eddie looking at for what felt to Eddie like the first time.

It felt strange to have your attention to on him. He almost felt butterflies "He's mean to you?" Eddie breathed out trying to get a hold of himself and you nodded.

Steve snorted rolling his eyes "Let's not pretend you're always a good girl"

"Oh come on look at this face" Eddie reached out touching your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. Steve smirked as he saw how comfortable Eddie was getting with you. "You're always a good girl right?"

"Always, Eddie" his name slipped from your lips and he could not describe the damage it had done to him.

It felt wrong to feel this way.

Steve looked over to Eddie who seemed fully engulfed in the sight of you, Steve could see how painfully hard he looked in his jeans.

Steve licked his lips "Give me your hand"

"What?" Eddie blinked his eyes in confusion "Give me your hand" Steve repeated and Eddie placed his hand in Steve's.

Steve's other hand pulled on the waist band on your panties leaving just enough space to slip Eddie's hand in. You gasped at the feeling of Eddie's cold fingers against your wet center.

Eddie slid his fingers experimentally through your soak folds, his ring bumping your clit causing you to jump a little bit.

"She's soaked, right? That's what you get when you tease her a little bit, you gotta wind her up" Steve said staring up at your pretty face "You gonna show Eddie how much of a good girl you are?" Steve asked and you nodded eagerly.

"Put two fingers inside her" Steve ordered and Eddie followed his orders, Eddie feeling somewhat turned on by Steve telling him what to do.

God, what was wrong with him? Here he was with his two friends, feeling incredibly turned on.

This had to be a crime.

Eddie went to thrust his fingers inside you when Steve gripped his wrist stopping him.

"No, she's such a good girl right? Let her do it herself"

You let out a whine at his words "No whining" Steve huffed causing you to sigh giving your best puppy dog eyes to Eddie and he wanted to give in the second you gave him your sweet little pout.

He will never understand how Steve can tell you no.

"Y/N" Steve warned and you rolled your eyes but still began to move your hips against his fingers. You raised your hips fucking yourself on his fingers. Sweet moans slipped from your lips as you soaked Eddie's fingers.

Eddie wasn't sure how he would ever get over this. Sure early he had said to forget about this but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

This lesson had turned into something completely different and Eddie wasn't mad about it. He was enjoying it, enjoying so, so much.

He wanted you forever, He wanted you and Steve forever.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear you moaning his name and begging for him to let you cum.

He mentally slapped himself for getting so wrapped up in his thoughts to miss this amazing moment. "Should I let her cum?" He asked Steve, reminding himself that he was not in control.

Steve was.

Eddie liked kinda liked it that way.

"Do you wanna see her cum?"

"Please say yes" You whimpered and Eddie couldn't deny you.

No words could describe how Eddie felt right now watching you cum on his fingers, amazing was too much of an understatement. You looked so hot with your head back while you fucked yourself through your orgasm on his fingers.

Steve grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it away from your wet center. Steve began cooing at you telling you how much of a good girl you were, his fingers wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. He gave you soft reassuring kisses.

"We can work on more stuff tomorrow if you want" Steve glanced at Eddie who nodded.

Steve's words bringing Eddie back to the reality that it was just you and Steve.

Not you, him and Steve.

SPOTTED — japan's favorite bachelors geto suguru & gojo satoru leaving japan's hottest nightclub with the prime minister daughter [y/n]. did no one tell daddy's little princess how deadly them two can get when they're together?

— geto suguru x prime minister daughter!reader x gojo satoru ( fem reader, her/she pronouns, threesome, himbo!gojo, stoner!geto, mentioned poly relationship, double penetration, pet names [doll, babygirl] , drug usage, slight humor )

theme song — i didn't change my number, billie eilish

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

THE TASTE OF VODKA SLID DOWN YOUR THROAT AS YOU TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. The adrenaline ran through your body with each shot you took. The loud music hit your eardrums as your friends around you would take pictures and videos of you. Getting invited to a luxurious party hosted by bachelors Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was like getting the golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only the elite got their name on the list and you were shocked to see the invite sitting in your mailbox in the mailroom in your apartment building complex. Your father, the Prime Minister of Japan warned you that eyes were always on you. You had an image to follow, but your father didn’t understand that you were growing up.

You are all grown up now. Super established in your career, bank account increasing each time you blinked, you weren’t his little princess anymore. So why couldn’t he see that? Usually, you would spend hours arguing with him that he couldn’t control your life, but you knew your words would slither into one of your father’s ears and leave out the other.

“I can’t believe you showed up.” One of your friends Mei said as she sipped her fruit cocktail in her hand. “Your father keeps you on a tight leash.”

You kissed your teeth sitting back into your seat. Your head fell back to stare up at the neon lights that danced above you. “This is why I have to do something so reckless tonight.” You sighed.

Mei would raise an eyebrow, “Reckless?”

“Mhmm, I’m just so tired of him treating me like a little girl.” You said over the music. “I’m grown.”

“And what exactly do you have planned? Please don’t say you’re going to get yourself arrested. Babes, jail is not for pretty people.” Mei whined as her manicured fingers traced alongside the rim of the glass.

Your head shot up as you could hear the crowd erupt in pure cheers. Your curious eyes follow the huge group of people gathering around the duo. Mei followed your curious gaze before shaking her head aggressively. “No.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything,” You said.

“But you’re thinking about it. They’re complete manwhores.” Mei reminded. “Have you been reading Gossip Girl?” Mei asked.

“Not really, I mean why would I want to read gossip about myself.” You commented. “But one of them is a perfect opportunity to be reckless. I just need to be spotted sitting on one of their laps or something,” You added.

Mei would shake her head before sighing, “I don’t think you’re understanding me (Y/N).”

“What is there to understand? They’re attractive and I want one.” You gave her a smile before pulling out your miniature mirror to apply some lip gloss. You soon stood up tugging down the expensive sheer dress you wore and you left the section you and your friends had. You could hear Mei calling out your name, but with each step, you took the music blurred her out.

You pushed your way through the crowd trying to interject into the hosts' section, finally getting to the front to get blocked by a huge bodyguard. Your lips parted to tell him off, about to ask if he knew who you were. You were the Prime Minister’s daughter. The one everyone wanted a taste of. The second most searched person on Gossip Girl at the moment (damn you Reiner Braun and your freakin’ engagement).

“Let her in! She’s cool to come in.” A voice behind the large bodyguard said.

You gave the bodyguard a charming smile, batting your eyelashes up at him as he let you in the section. There you stood in front of Japan’s biggest bachelors. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. You toyed with your gold Cartier bracelets innocently, a complete shameless act to lure them into your plan.

But the thing is, maybe you should have listened to Mei’s words before you sprung out to introduce yourself to Gojo and Geto because those two were like two peas in a pod. They grew up with each other. They went to the same university. They traveled the world together. Rumor on Gossip Girl is that they even lost their virginity on the same night also.

“There’s Gossip Girl star right there.” Gojo chirped as he chewed on the ends of the decorative umbrella that usually floats around in fruity drinks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not really, haven’t you two heard. Reiner Braun stole the spotlight,” You sighed.

“Oh yeah, he’s engaged to that girl. I can’t remember her name, heard she has a nice pair of tits on her,” Geto said as he was holding a blunt. He didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was so fixated on rolling the rolled substance of marijuana.

“I’m glad you were able to come to our party tonight. We’ve all heard the story about the Prime Minister’s perfect little princess.” Gojo says as he peeked at you through his sunglasses.

Once Geto heard Prime Minister, his eyes finally looked up from him rolling. He made direct eye contact with you as he let his tongue glide across the rolling paper so the blunt could be complete.

“I couldn’t turn down an invite from you two. I just needed a break from being his perfect princess, you know?” You said as you shifted from one foot to another.

You watched as the two best friends shared a look before Gojo had moved over on the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You were expecting to take comfort in one of their laps, but your plan wasn’t going as it was planned. You sat down in between the two of them. Completely sandwiched by Geto on your left and Gojo on your right. You could get a whiff of the two expensive colognes they wore. You could tell just by their cologne how different their personalities and style were, but they balanced each other out as best friends.

“You smoke?” Geto asked.

“No.” You answered. “I’ve never done any illegal drugs in my life, just alcohol.”

Gosh, you sounded just like a freakin’ narc.

“Do you want to try?” Gojo asked. “It’s not that bad, it’s not my cup of tea. However, it does help when you want to let loose.”

You stared at Gojo and then at Geto who was fishing for his lighter. “We’re not trying to peer pressure you into nothin’, just here to have a good time,” Gojo added as he refilled his shot glass.

“Be careful on how many of those you’re drinking. You know you’re a lightweight Satoru.” Geto warned as he placed the rolled blunt in between his lips.

“Suck my dick Suguru!” Gojo yelled as he took another shot. “So (Y/N), what brought you to our section? Just here to say hello?”

“Uhh no, I want to have a good time tonight. I know after this night and when my dad gets a hold of the tabloids, he’ll probably ship me back to fuckin’ states for embarrassing him.” You sighed.

“So you want to give your dad a show?” Geto questioned as he blew smoke in the air.

The intoxicating smell of the marijuana lingered up your nostrils. Your words seemed to scramble up in your mind. Is that what you really wanted? To give your father a show?

You looked at Geto before slowly nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want. I’m just tired of him boxing me in this protective box. He doesn’t do my other siblings like this. Just me.”

“Well, let’s give him a show,” Gojo said.

“What?” You asked. Your perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed together in confusion before Gojo is tugging you up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s give Mr. Prime Minister a show.” He repeated as he gave you a shot and poured himself one also.

“Satoru! I’m not fuckin’ carrying your ass out of here.” Geto warned before taking another puff from his blunt.

“I promise, this is the last one,” Gojo whined as he clinked glasses with you and down the alcohol in his shot glass.

You did the same. Letting the harsh dark liquor burn the insides of your throat. For once, you felt relaxed. You didn’t care who was staring as you comfortably sat in Gojo’s lap like a pretty piece of eye candy. As the night went on, the party only got rowdier. You weren’t exactly drunk, a little tipsy from the fruity cocktails you were sipping on. But you were well aware of the actions you were continuing to push yourself to do. You’ve heard that Gojo and Geto could party all night if they put their mind to it. When one party ended at two in the morning, they shifted to an afterparty that some rich person in their circle would throw in their luxury high-rise apartment.

You feared that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the duo. It was only the consequences of your rebellious actions. As you let your head fall back to meet the cushion of the comfortable chair you were sitting in. Your mind was preferring the warmth of sitting on Gojo’s lap, but he had seen an old friend and went to pester them two private sections down from where you were. You felt the spot on the leather seat next to you sink, the familiar scent of Geto’s cologne lingered up your nostrils. You also could smell the intoxicating smell of the weed he was smoking. Your head lifted slowly to look at him, eyebrows raising in curiosity at him. “I want to try it.” Your head motions to the rolled substance in between his lips.

Geto stared at you with a blank expression. Gojo’s glasses sitting on top of his head as he would soon take the blunt out of his mouth. He inhaled and soon exhaled puffing out a ring of smoke into the air. Your teeth nibble against your lip gloss stained lips taking in the action he just did. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but it was your thighs that quickly tightened together feeling the intense feeling of your skin growing hot. You tried to chalk it up as the alcohol you consumed causing you to get turned on, but it could have been him.

“Come here,” Geto said as he motions for you to move closer, despite the two you already so close on the chair in the private section.

You watched as he took another hit of the blunt. One of his hands cupped your cheeks causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t even notice what he was doing until you felt the smoke get blown into your mouth. Your heart thumped against your chest so aggressively as you held the smoke in.

“Don’t waste it. Inhale and then exhale.” Geto explained as he placed the blunt back in between his lips. A smirk on his face as he watches you do what he told you to do. “See doll, it wasn’t that hard.”

You smiled at him before leaning over and finishing your drink. “I love hanging out with you two. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.”

However, once again you realized you should have listened to Mei before entering Gojo and Geto’s space. Those two separate were two different power cards in a game of poker. However, the two together could have you winning the whole poker game you willingly brought your way into. You remember vividly how exactly you made it to one of their luxury apartments. The party had died down. Many socialites move on to another party or go home and puke their brains out. You on the other hand left with your now two favorite boys in the world. Arm linked with the two of them as you bubbly asked where the next move was. The ride to the next destination seemed like it was so long. You jokingly asked have the two ever had a threesome and your curious eyes seemed to light up seeing the stare the two shared.

“And if we did?” Gojo questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” You would answer.

Curiosity surely got the best of you during the remaining seconds of the ride. What seemed like long minutes, was only short seconds of turning on the long street where Gojo condo was located. The faint giggles as you kissed one boy and the other was behind you kissing at your bare shoulder. The heated makeout session in the back of the limo felt like you were being passed around like an expensive dish of caviar. Swapping spit with Geto while Gojo's fingers lingered up your dress.

This was the show.

When entering the apartment, you were expected to be met with a complete mess. The way Gossip Girl described the duo, you would think they’ll be complete party animals leaving a mess everywhere they go (that’s including their home). However, your eyes couldn’t stop glancing around the surroundings of the nicely decorated condo. Specifically, your eyes were staring at the light of the familiar chandelier in the dining room. Only ‘cause you had the same chandelier hanging above your dining room table you hardly ate at. You took off your heels before moving further into the apartment. “You have nice taste Satoru.” You complimented.

“Wow, my interior designer would be flattered. It’s not like I’m home that much to live here anyway,” He sighed as he was in the kitchen looking through his fridge.

“You two travel a lot? I saw on Gossip Girl, she mentioned you two just came back from Bora Bora.” You pointed out. You could feel Geto’s arms snake around your waist tugging you closer to the front of him. An innocent gasp came out of your mouth when you felt your butt rub against his crotch.

“Thought you said you don’t read that page that much,” Geto mentioned, his chin soon resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t. Well, not like many other people.” You corrected.

“Still read it though. Which means you must know more about us than you’re telling,” Gojo mentioned.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Your eyes staring at Gojo before clearing your throat, “I didn’t. My friend Mei seems to know you more than I do. Like I told you two, I just wanted to put on a show for my idiot of a father,” You answered.

Despite feeling so small in the situation, you still held your head high. You’ve been through rude crowds of paparazzi and even the false scandal of your father cheating. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would not cause you to fold. Your skin felt like it was on fire due to how close Geto was to you and Gojo staring a hole in your body didn’t help either.

“And we did that, many people took pictures. But you’re still with us. Why?” Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he walked around the marble kitchen.

“Maybe she wants me.” Geto pointed out.

He heard you let out a scoff as you playfully roll your eyes. Especially considering that you swapped spit with both of them in the back of a limo. “That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe she wants both of us,” Gojo adds as he took steps forward leaving no more space in between you and him. You now were sandwiched between the two, holding in your breath trying to hold your composure.

“And if I do?” You innocently asked. Curious eyes staring at Gojo through your eyelashes, due to Geto’s chin still resting on your shoulder, you could feel his lips curve into a smirk.

That was the last before you were a moaning man riding Geto.Your perfectly manicured fingers clutching at his body parts coughing up helpless moans due to the overstimulation. The intense feeling of your cunt being stretched open caused a shiver to tingle down your spine. Your vision was growing blurry, if you concentrated hard enough, you were pretty sure you were seeing stars.

You had lost count at how many times you have orgasmed. From Gojo being in between your thighs slurping up your wetness like a thirst-deprived guard dog to the way, Geto’s mouth latched on your nipples. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop and your body was so close to giving out on you, but the pleasure you were enduring felt so much better. It was like an addicting adrenaline rush. Being on top of Geto while his cock shoved itself in you like a glove, while Gojo also pushed himself into your drooling cunt from behind.

You never thought to have to cross threesome off on your bingo card, but here you were a drooling mess moaning out their names as your orgasm was rattling at the pit of your stomach. You leaned down placing a kiss on Geto’s lips muffling the loud moans that cooed out your body. You could feel Gojo’s fingertips tracing alongside your sweat-coated back as he continued to thrust forward.

“Fuck, doll! I’m going to cum,” He uttered as his head back in pure bliss.

When you pulled back from the savory kiss with Geto, you could tell her was close to cumming also, just by the way his face was as red as ever and the way his lip twitched. A couple more thrusts, you knew like a snap of your finger their thrusting grew sloppy as they were coming down from a high. Your cunt pulsed around them as the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was slowly going away.

When the three of you plopped down on the bed, you could hear all of your cellphones beep at the same time. Gojo would let out a tired laugh, his white-colored hair ruffled from the intense sexual workout he just endured. “Fuckin’ Gossip Girl, the bitch never sleeps.” He sighs.

Geto who was laying on his stomach in the king-sized bed would grab his phone off the nightstand. He unlocked it slowly and looked at the most recent Gossip Girl post. He didn’t even bother to read it out loud, he just passed the phone to you who was in the middle of them in the bed.

“At least you gave your daddy a show.” Geto sighed as he rested his head on the pillow. “We’ll take you home in the morning.”

You looked at the Gossip Girl post that went into detail about the events that happened in the club. Attached to the posts were countless photos of you with Gojo and Geto. One of you just carelessly sitting in Gojo’s lap. Another picture of Geto shotgunning the blunt smoke in your mouth. Then lastly, you leaving the club with a cheery smile on your face with Gojo and Geto. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lock the phone and pass it to Geto to put it back on the nightstand. He turned the lights off in his room.

“We should do this again, you know? I have watched reality tv shows about poly relationships.” Gojo spoke up in the darkness.

“Satoru, go the hell to sleep!”

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