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claire!! my love!!

i was just wondering if you could write me something for din using the prompts

“H-how long have you been standing there?” &

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

maybe you could also throw in a lil bit of din the dilf’s breeding kink??

(could you uh make it extra smutty and make my ovaries explode??)

thank you!! i love you!!!!

OMG Jo, seriously, you’re KILLING me over here. This was sooooo filthy and fun to write LOL. I hope you like it!! 😘

Word count: 5860+

Outline: “Mando”/Din x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ ONLY; Din eavesdropping; female masturbation; Din physically crowding you up against a wall; a sprinkling of angst; blackout room conditions so Din can remove the helmet; breeding kink; unprotected P/V sex; Din has a filthy mind and a filthy praise-kink mouth to match; BREEDING KINK out the wazoo; a little bit of sexy anticipation, then a little bit of romance, and then just pure SMUT

You opened the door to the hallway after your shower and let the cool air wash over you as you got dressed. You knew Mando was up in the cockpit fiddling with something that was going to take a while, and the small bathroom was entirely too steamy for your liking. The vent fan never seemed to keep up with the hot water you luxuriated in after a mission like this.

You and Mando had been on a desert planet for three days, braving periodic dust storms to find the bounty, and the endless waves of dirt had seeped into your mouth and nose. It had even seemed to settle into your joints, making them ache. You finished toweling off and stepped into your underwear.

“Dammit!” Your foot caught on the waistband but you recovered your balance quickly. You started to wonder what would happen if Mando walked in on you, caught you naked. Would he even notice? He didn’t treat you like a woman while you were hunting or fighting together. If he saw you naked it would probably be nothing. He would probably treat you like you had simply taken off a cape or a glove.

But during the nine months you had spent with him, working alongside him, talking to him in the little short conversations he actually held with you, you had fallen in… maybe not love, but something like it. Lust maybe, or yearning, or something equally desperate. You didn’t want to call it love when you didn’t even know his name.

Thoughts of Mando were starting to fill your every waking moment. You fantasized constantly about ripping off his armor and his cape, licking every inch of the expanse of skin underneath, seeing his face and making genuine eye contact. You touched yourself so often in your bunk before sleep that you had forgotten to be quiet a few times. But his stoic posturing and lack of any indication to you that he saw you, or that he recognized that you were a woman at all only drove your infatuation. It was hell.

“Man probably doesn’t have a single atom of sexuality in his body.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror and applied cream to your desert-dry skin. “I could probably lay naked across his lap and he wouldn’t even notice. Fucking sexy goddamn idiot, walking around like he’s swinging the galaxy’s biggest dick. Fuck me.”

You propped one foot up on the edge of the sink and started to apply cream to your leg. “Fucking sexy moron. Probably doesn’t even notice I have boobs. Might as well be a fucking frog lady for all he notices.”

You began to wonder if talking to yourself was a sign of some kind of hyperdrive-induced madness. Not that it mattered. Your only conversation partner was so closed off, so short with his answers that you might as well talk to yourself. You shrugged and switched to your other leg.

“Maybe I should jump him, make him notice me for once. Ha, like that would do anything. He’d probably freeze me in carbonite so that he doesn’t have to hear me talking so much.” You put your foot down and slathered cream on your arms and shoulders, following your weird train of thought.

“... or maybe he’s into that. Real weird shit, like freezing women in carbonite and jerking off on them?” You held that mental image in your brain for a half-second too long and then shuddered.

“Ew. Gross. Or maybe he’s just into normal kinky shit and hasn’t been around a woman in so long he’s forgotten how it works.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and started to clean your teeth. You spit out a mouthful of foam and then pointed the toothbrush at your reflection while you continued.

“Maybe you’re it, sweetheart.” You winked and smiled at yourself. “Maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him what love is. Ha! Love…”

You smirked at yourself and continued brushing. You spit out the final mouthful of foam and leaned close to the mirror, looking at your eyeballs and gums up close, inspecting yourself for signs of ill health. You lowered your voice in a parody of a sexy accent.

“Or maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him how luxurious a warm pussy and a pair of boobs feel in the dark when you’re out in the cold reaches of space.”

You nodded once at your reflection, as if a vital consensus with mirror-you had been reached. You stepped into your sleeping pants and slippers and pulled your shirt on over your head. You grabbed your toiletries bag and stepped out the door, taking a left toward your bunk.

You ran into a wall of Beskar. Oh fuck.

Mando was standing with his shoulder propped against the wall between the ‘fresher and your bunk. The ladder to the cockpit was about six steps behind you, which meant that he hadn’t just come down the ladder, because you would have seen him in the mirror while you were talking to yourself, which meant… Oh FUCK.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Your voice was high and squeaky.

Mando didn’t respond, just tilted his helmet an inch to the side, like he was studying you. You felt your stomach flip over and something warm and wet rushed to your crotch. You hoped you hadn’t just peed yourself a little from fear.

You were about to open your big mouth and make some excuses about dust madness or sleep deprivation when you heard him sigh… or you thought you did anyway. It was hard to discern that soft of a sound through his modulator while your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Long enough,” was all he said, and then he walked past you and climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

You stood, rooted to the spot for ages, until you shook your head clear and went to your bunk. Maybe that hadn’t happened at all. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you should get some sleep.

You tossed and turned for ages, trying to pinpoint the exact moment where Mando could have crossed the hall without you seeing him in the mirror, and trying to recall exactly what you had said and when. Either he had crossed the hall outside the ‘fresher door in the half second when you had pulled your shirt over your head, or he had been there since you got out of the shower and opened the door. If he had been there since you opened the door, that meant that he had heard everything, every crazy thought that you had voiced. But if he had somehow only crossed the hall while you were pulling on your shirt, then why would he have said ‘Long enough’?

Your panicked calculations ran over and over in your head, doing nothing to calm your distress. The more you thought about Mando, the more you wanted him. Okay, so what if he overheard everything? Did that change anything? No. Apparently he had decided to just… not react to it. He had swept past you and made for the ladder, and in that moment where he shared your space you had caught a whiff of his scent, that mix of cold metal and scruffy wool, the musk of something salty and warm that lay just underneath, which must be just him.

As you thought about that moment in the hall, your fingers moved almost automatically to the waistband of your sleeping pants, and you savored the coolness of your fingers when they met the warm mound of flesh just under your navel. You stroked yourself there, moving lower with each graze of your fingertips until you felt the first whisper of the coarse curls that dusted your pubic mound. You brushed your fingers along, moving lower and lower until they reached the valley between your outer lips, the crevice that you opened with a single sweep of your finger, where warmth and wetness lay buried.

You propped your legs open and found your clit, the little bud that made you gasp when you touched it and made you want to cry Mando’s name loud enough to echo through the whole ship. You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans while you rubbed harsh circles around your clit, dipping your fingers occasionally into the pool of slick that was growing by the minute. You dragged the wetness back up to your nub of nerves and kept going, harder, faster, almost punishing yourself for daring to even think about Mando that way.

He clearly didn’t want you, and the idea that you might end up torturing yourself like this for months or years longer produced an ache, a soul-deep longing to just stay close to him no matter what the circumstances, so that you could keep getting the little glimpses of him that fed your obsession. Once he had reached for a lever in the cockpit and you had caught a flash of skin at his wrist, a centimeter of flesh that fueled your bedtime fantasies for weeks.

And then just now in the hall, that rush of air in his wake as he passed you, the smells of him that combined to make him: his scent, his aura, his presence. That salt-metal-musk of him, and a hint of soap, the buttery-woodsy scent that perfumed the steamy bathroom after he had showered. You had gone in once right after he left the ‘fresher before the vents had cleared it, and the smell of his soap, so masculine and clean, had made your cunt clench. After that you seemed to find excuses almost every time to use the ‘fresher immediately after he had showered and vacated it.

You felt like a creep but you liked smelling his soap, liked the way the steam warmed your face and made it prickle as you sat and inhaled a part of him that was there but couldn’t be seen. It was almost a religious experience like that, ephemeral and intangible, with the undercurrent of shame and fear of being caught. What kind of weirdo sits and smells someone else’s shower steam and gets turned on?

The memory of all the times you had touched yourself like this before, in your bunk and in your shower and in the steamy bathroom inhaling the clouds of Mando’s soap-scent all crashed down on you at once, and a cry ripped from your throat.

You bit it off halfway and it ended with an “-mmmh!” You hadn’t heard any sounds from beyond your door, so you weren’t worried that Mando had heard you. He was probably still up in the cockpit, fiddling endlessly with knobs and buttons, trying to extract the best fuel efficiency possible. You rubbed yourself more gently until your climax shuddered to a stop, and then it was over.

You wrapped yourself up in your blankets and slept like a rock.

The next morning you woke up tense and nervous about seeing Mando. Despite being sure that he had decided to ignore what he had heard, you were still anxious about facing him. You got dressed and stuck your head out your door, not seeing him out in the hallway. Your shoulders relaxed a bit. You decided to try to just go up to the cockpit like normal. If he was going to ignore it, you could do the same… or at least you could try.

You closed your door behind you just in time for his heavy footsteps to descend the ladder from the cockpit. Fuck.

“Morning,” you mumbled. He hit the ground and turned to you, not moving a muscle. Oh stars, here we go, you thought to yourself.

He nodded his helmet at you once in greeting. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, yes. Yes I did, thank you… You?” You made awkward, polite conversation back, even though you were half convinced he didn’t ever sleep at all. Just one more mystery of the Mandalorian you were probably never going to solve. But at least he didn’t seem like he was interested in talking about anything he may have overheard, or that he was offended enough to kick you off the ship, so that was a relief.

“Yes.” He held his visor trained on you from just a few feet away. You found yourself fixing your gaze on his neck, not bold enough to look him directly in the region of his eyes like you normally did.

You waited for him to say more. When he didn’t you found yourself nervously trying to fill the silence.

“Um, what’s on today’s schedule? We still traveling or did you want to stop anywhere? I mean, I’m fine with either option, I don’t need to stop. But if you wanted to-”

“No.”

You were almost grateful for the way he interrupted you.

“If you still want me to repair the-”

“No.”

You were starting to feel a little bit of panic. The topics of traveling and ship repairs were pretty much all you had to rely on without resorting to an awkward silence... or worse, broaching the subject of last night. You vowed not to ever talk about that if you could help it.

You nodded once and then fixed your gaze on the toes of your boots. You put your hands behind your hips and leaned back against the closed door of your bunk in a parody of a relaxed posture. You folded your lips in between your teeth and bit down, forcing yourself to look back up at his visor. If this silence lasted any longer, you were going to break and start chattering nonsense just to fill the void.

Mando took a step toward you and you involuntarily flinched. He paused, and you were filled with regret. Had you scared him off? Had you made things that terrible and awkward? Was he going to kick you off the ship?

You forced yourself to breathe evenly, in and out through your nose. In the quiet it sounded like you were taking big shuddering gasps of air. Fuck, I can’t even breathe like a normal person.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Mando’s voice was low, and you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

You stuttered, “Wh- What? What do you mean?”

“Did you,” he took another step closer, “...enjoy yourself last night?”

Oh fuck, so he was going to talk about your embarrassing bathroom monologue after all. Fuck fuck fuck.

“No, I-” You forced yourself to at least maintain eye contact with his visor as you stumbled over your words. “I don’t enjoy that kind of thing. I mean, I don’t do it for fun, I was just, ummm... bored and I- It’s not fun for me or anything. I mean, I don’t- I don’t always- Look, I know it was rude and I’m sorry.”

“So,” he moved closer, nearly towering over you where you leaned against the wall, “...you didn’t enjoy that... last night?”

You gulped and stuttered more nonsense. “No, I- I mean, I was just trying to fill some time and I thought I was going a little, you know, nuts after that last mission. I’m sorry if you overheard me. I mean- I just- I-”

“Because it sounded to me like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Ummm… no- no, sir,” Oh fuck, did I just call him sir? What the fuck is wrong with me?

You tried again, “I’m sorry if you overheard me. I was- It was rude, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Mando propped one arm against the wall near your head, boxing you in. You wouldn’t be able to untangle your own arms from behind you without pushing your body against his.

He inclined his visor lower and purred, “What you said?”

“Yes, in the ‘fresher, I’m sorry you overheard me with the door open, talking to myself about you. I’m- I won’t do it again.”

He tilted his visor just an inch lower, and you got the distinct impression he was enjoying this, enjoying watching you squirm.

“I wasn’t talking about the ‘fresher.”

Your heart stopped for what felt like a full second, and then picked back up at double speed.

“What?” Your voice was a mere squeak, barely a whistle of air forming one word.

“I wasn't talking about the ‘fresher.” Mando’s voice was low, as dangerous as you had ever heard him.

Your eyes were glued to the curved black of his visor, and you couldn’t form coherent thoughts or any words besides stuttering out another weak, “W- what?”

Mando brought his free hand up to your face. His fingers were curled just under your chin, the pad of one huge thumb pressed flat under your lower lip.

“I was talking about you touching yourself in your bunk where you think I can’t hear every moan that you make. Where you think I can’t hear you fucking your own fingers practically every night, for months.” He was holding your chin in place with his gloved fingers. Under any other circumstances you would have been drooling with lust from both your mouth and your pussy. But this was torture.

You let a small sigh out, and it felt like all of your last bit of life force went with it. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were going to faint. You managed to shudder a great heaving breath in and stay upright. You had survived worse, you could manage to get through this little embarrassment, and then you could make your break from the ship, leave the Mandalorian, and go to whichever corner of the galaxy he wasn’t going to be in. You tried to remind yourself that nobody ever died from a little embarrassment.

“I- I…” You tried to form some kind of rational thought, and then you seized on a little spark of anger. You jerked your chin sideways to get it loose from his fingers, and then you scowled up at his visor. You tried to get very angry at the idea of him listening in, when that was actually all you had wanted for months.

“That was private, Mando. Are you saying that I should be embarrassed about a biological function of the human body? Masturbation is normal.”

He practically whispered, and you had to strain to hear him over your own pounding heart.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t normal, sweetheart. I asked if you had enjoyed yourself, because it sounded to me like you did. Contrary to popular belief, I have noticed that you’re a woman, and I do have at least one atom of sexuality in my body. I’ve touched myself at night, too, thinking about you.”

Oh stars, if embarrassment couldn’t kill you, the sudden jump in arousal might. You felt your stomach flip and your pussy clenched hard around nothing. The fresh clean underwear you had put on this morning was drenched.

You couldn’t speak, but Mando seemed to be fine continuing his train of thought. “And if you wanted any help in that department, I know a certain ‘sexy moron’ who might be able to assist.”

“Oh fuck.” Your voice was back to a squeak.

“That’s not an answer.” He tilted his visor just a degree to the right. “Do you want my help with that?”

You closed your eyes and nodded vigorously, nearly headbutting his helmet. “Yeah, yes. Yes please. Yes.”

“Good.” Mando stood back from the wall and put his hands on his hips. Now that he wasn’t crowding you, you felt like you could breathe again.

He held one gloved hand out to you. “We have at least a few hours with the ship on autopilot. Your bunk or mine?”

“Yours.” You pushed yourself off the wall and nearly fell. Your legs had gone numb. Mando caught you around your waist and looked down at you.

“Ground rules first. One, you can’t see my face. We have to leave all of the lights off.”

You nodded up at him. “Yeah, okay. I’m okay with that.”

“Good. Two, you have to stop creeping into the ‘fresher after every shower I take. That’s weird, cyar'ika.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you laughed. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“Three, you can call me Din. It’s my name. But you only use it when we’re alone, got it? Everywhere else we go, I’m still ‘Mando’ to you.”

You looked back up at his visor with your best, most honest face. “Yeah, I can do that… Din. That’s nice.”

Mando released you and held your hand as you walked the three steps over to his bunk’s door. He opened it and motioned for you to get inside. You kicked off your boots and crawled up on the bed. Mando closed the door and started to remove his armor and his layers of underclothes. You took the hint and started to undress yourself.

You lay naked on the bed, taking in the sight of him as he disrobed in the dim light. It was odd that he could get entirely naked and let you see his cock, his broad shoulders, thick and solid muscles from fighting, scars and all… but not his face.

As if he could read your thoughts, he turned to you and said, “I can’t let you see my face unless we’re married, unless you’re my riduur, my wife.”

You blinked at that, the thought of being lucky enough to become his wife was dizzying, potent and attractive.

You had a sudden thought and sat up, dangling your legs off the side of the bed. “Are we- are we ruining that? If we do this can I still be- I mean, we’re not supposed to wait until after marriage, right?”

“We?”

“I’ve been on your ship for months, Mand- I mean, Din.” You shook your head to clear it.

“I’ve been lusting after you since the first time you said my name. I’ve been half distracted by thoughts of you every day since I got here…” You trailed off, unsure of how to say what you were trying to say without just coming right out and saying it.

Din moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. “Are you saying you want to do more than just fuck?”

“Well… yeah. I mean, if I just wanted a fuck I could’ve gone to any brothel right near the landing pads, at any of the places we’ve stopped.” You looked down at your lap, somehow more embarrassed by the admission that you hadn’t had sex in months than you had been by all of the conversation up to now.

Mando slipped one of his broad hands into yours, intertwining his fingers. The warmth and the new, strange sight of his calloused hand holding yours so gently gave you the courage to finish voicing your thoughts.

“But I… I didn’t want that. I don’t want just a fuck…” You looked back up at his visor and took a steadying breath in. “I want you, Din. I love you.”

Din let a long breath out, “Cyar'ika, I- I’m happy to hear you say that, but I don’t want you to get into anything with me that you might regret.”

Your voice was quiet. “Does that mean you don’t love me?”

He turned you to face him, broad hands holding your shoulders. “No, that’s not what it means. I- I’ve felt the same way about you since you got here. But I had to hide it because this is a hard life that I’ve chosen.”

“I know that, Din-”

He cut you off. “No. This is it. We may not be able to settle down or stay in one place. I can’t guarantee that there will be any luxury or softness in your life. It means that I love you so much that I want you to be absolutely sure of what you’re choosing, if you choose me.”

You blinked up at him. Did he really not see?

“Din, I’ve fought alongside you for months. I thought that I had proved myself capable, but if you think I’m weak or I can’t handle it-”

“Mesh’la, I know you can handle it, I know you can fight and that you’re strong. But it has to be your choice.” He took both of your hands in his. “You can’t choose this on a whim. You have to choose with your eyes open.”

He brought his hand back up to grip your chin again, thumb planted firmly to tilt your face up to his. You saw yourself reflected in his visor, and you realized instantly that your face looked just as determined as you felt inside. You brought both hands up to wrap them around his shoulders, stroking the skin on the back of his neck. He dropped his hand from your face and wrapped both arms around your waist.

“My eyes are open, Din, and I choose you. If you need more time, if you don’t want to decide right now, I’ll wait for you. I’ll stay and fight alongside you and prove my love to you a thousand times if that’s what it takes. But I choose you, and everything that goes along with that choice.”

Din bent his head to yours and touched the front of his helmet to your forehead. The gesture was strangely somehow more intimate than the fact that you were sitting naked next to one another on his bunk. You sighed and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of him under your fingertips, the contrast of the cool metal against your forehead, the warmth of his soft skin where it pressed against yours.

“I want you to have my warriors, mesh’la. Do you want that? Do you want me to father your children?”

Your arousal surged back suddenly. YES, your entire body screamed at you. You inclined your head back and leaned your face up to kiss the top of his visor.

“I’d love nothing better, Din. If you want me, I’m yours. I’ll bear twenty warriors if you want me to.”

“Mesh’la, I-” He stopped. “Not here. I can’t marry you here. You deserve to do it on some beautiful green planet, to wear flowers in your hair and say your vows with me in the sunlight.”

“Okay, Din. Whatever you say. I don’t care where we make our vows.” You stroked your hands down his broad shoulders and gripped his biceps. “I’ll do it here, I’ll do it on the farthest-flung planet if you say so. I’ll do whatever you say, whatever it takes to call myself your wife.”

He leaned his helmet to your head again, and whispered, “Cyar'ika, my beautiful girl. My girl… close your eyes.”

You sat back on the bed and closed your eyes. Din got up and you heard the soft hiss of his helmet coming off, then a thud as he laid it carefully on the floor. Then there was a soft click as he turned the lights off before he joined you on the bed. He gently pushed you onto your back, and you felt him recline next to you, your bodies and legs pressed together as he lay on his side facing you.

His voice was strange without the modulator, somehow the same velvety tone, but entirely different altogether. “You can open your eyes, cyar'ika.”

You did, and found that the entire bunk was dark, no seam or seep of light from the hallway around the door. You turned your face to Din and whispered his name, “Kiss me.”

He did, and you melted into it. You realized suddenly that although you had spent so many months fantasizing about what he looked like under his helmet, you actually didn’t care now. You just wanted to feel him and be with him. To be his.

You felt his erection grow hot and hard against your leg, and you whimpered as his tongue probed your mouth. His lips were soft, his kisses languid and deliberate. You were split in two by the desire to take your time like this, and the equally strong throbbing in your clit that urged you to hurry along to the fucking.

You decided to let him go as slow as he wanted. There would be plenty of time for that later, and you suddenly realized just how quickly things had moved to this point. This was your first time kissing the man who would be your husband. The thought of it nearly bowled you over. Last night in front of the mirror you had called him some very bad things while also somehow complimenting him, and then you had touched yourself in desperation like you had almost every night for the last nine months. And now, here you were in his bunk, naked together and engaged to be married. There was no need to rush things.

Din kissed you like he was trying to memorize you, and you gave him the best of yourself in return. You whispered and murmured sweet words to him in between kisses, licked into his mouth with the same vigor that he licked into yours, and stroked his cheek with your fingers.

“Din, I love you so much. I want to be yours forever.” You kissed him deeply and pulled his hand down to rest on your belly. “Please give me children. Please let me carry a part of you inside me. I want you to fill me up with your seed, let it grow inside my womb.”

“Mesh’la,” he nearly whined at that.

He kissed you again more aggressively as he rolled himself on top, bracing himself on his hands above you. You gripped his forearms just below his elbows and got wetter at the feel of the hard muscles under his hot skin. He was strong, you had seen that in action many times, but the corded muscles just under the skin were proof of his presence, the man under the armor.

The realization that you would be the only woman for the rest of his life to feel him this way made you moan.

“Din, take me. Please? Take me now.”

He whispered to you in the dark, “I will, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you and fill you up. Fill you with my semen. You’re going to have my baby.”

You opened your legs wide, feeling the heat ebb from your throbbing cunt. Din shifted against you and you felt his cock press against your seam. He rolled his hips away from you, and in the next moment he was halfway inside, kissing you hard as he moaned into your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into yourself, feeling ravenous and greedy, wanting every inch of him inside of you as soon as you could. You reached up to caress his neck and cup the back of his head. You were surprised to find that his hair was soft, and that it curled down to the nape of his neck. You hadn’t given a thought to his hair, other than to note that his pubic hair and body hair was dark when he undressed. You just hadn’t spared a thought to what the hair under his helmet would look like, or if he even had any at all.

You were instantly curious about the color of Din’s eyes, and whether your children would look more like him, or like you. You smiled into his kisses in the dark, savoring that sweet wonderment as your husband-to-be fucked into you, rolling his hips against yours in the dark and joining the two of you forever.

Din started huffing out words that landed somewhere between devotion and depravity, filled with more emotion than you had heard from him in all of the preceding months.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mesh’la. I’m gonna fill you up and fuck a warrior into you, fill you with my cum and watch you grow round. You’re going to glow with my baby growing inside of you.”

You moaned and spasmed around his cock, chills of electricity running up and down your spine as he growled out more of his filthy praise.

“You’re going to look so beautiful, cyar'ika, so fucking gorgeous after I fill your hot cunt with my seed. You’re going to take it all and let it fill you- fucking fill you up until you’re bursting… my good girl.”

You felt your climax growing, and you pulled your knees up high so that he could thrust even deeper.

“More, Din-” you huffed out the words as best you could. “Tell me more. Fuck me more.”

He began thrusting harder, stuttering out his words with each plunge of his meaty cock into your wet, hot center.

“You’re- fucking- beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.” He kissed you hurriedly, eager to spill more dirty talk into you. “We’re going to take- take our vows tomorrow- take our time after that- fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. Fuck a warrior into that ripe womb of yours.”

“Oh fuck, Din. I’m gonna come. Keep going.”

“Touch yourself for me, cyar’ika. Touch that beautiful cunt and make her swallow me whole.”

You cried out at that and then reached down to find your clit, to coax yourself over the edge as Din continued to utter his honeyed filth into your soul.

“You’re going to carry- carry my warriors, mesh’la. Grow round with my baby inside you- spill honey from your breasts for my child.” He groaned and you could tell he was close.

“I’m going to fill your hot cunt with my seed, m- make you froth with my cum, cyar’ika. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

He thrust even harder, ramming his cock into a spot deep inside of you that made your eyes water.

“I’ll protect you both, cyar’ika. Shelter and care for you while you grow our baby inside of you. Fill up this fucking hot cunt- this perfect fucking pussy- over and over again. Protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck, Din, I’m coming!” You felt your whole body thrill with the force of your orgasm, your pelvic muscles squeezing him hard as you threw your head back and moaned.

Din groaned and thrust four, five, six more times until he plunged deep and held still, collapsing down on top of you to bury his face in your neck. You felt him spasm as he lay pressed against you, his hot, sticky cum spilling deep inside. You wrapped your legs back around his hips and held him in, murmuring sweet words into his ear as you stroked his hair.

“My love, I’m going to have all of your babies. I want you inside of me always, Din.” You pressed kisses to his ear as you whispered. “I love you so much. I’ll follow you to the farthest star and back, my love, always.”

Din panted as he came down. You felt him soften inside of you, but he didn’t withdraw. He pulled his head up and kissed you softly.

“Mesh’la, I can’t wait to marry you. My wife… my love.”

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“You are such a good girl.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you excitingly show eddie your a+ that you got on a test, and well, things escalate.

warnings: shit i’m not gonna lie this is dirty💀 smut, language, praising, teasing and begging, reader has a thing for being called ‘good girl’ so a lot of that, talk of kinks, dacryphila, degradation. eddies cocky as hell. i think that’s it??

a/n: this was requested by @marauders3rawh0re ily babe, you’ve been on this blog ever since i started it! so i hope this satisfies your needs because i love this lmao.

“See Eddie? See? Oh, gosh, I can hardly believe it! I mean, I was just so nervous. I thought maybe, a B if I was lucky! Or even a C! But an A+! I can’t believe it?” There you were, hyped up on the adrenaline of a good grade, pacing the carpet in your room. You backed away as he climbed through your window, a wide smile on your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Whoa, there, babe,” He chuckled, patting your back. “Don’t I get a kiss first?”

You pulled away, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to yours. You have them a loud peck, and you squealed when his hand sneakily moved down to give your ass a squeeze. “See here! Look, Eddie, I can’t believe it!”

You shoved the paper in his hand, and he chuckled amongst himself as he observed your paper. He smirked, glancing your way. “What did I tell you? All that worrying for nothing. Good job, kiddo! Proud of you!” He hooked an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the window seal.

You smiled as he kissed the side of your head, looking down as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie always made you blush, since day one. You always caught yourself staring at his hands, the rings on them. You liked the look of the calluses on the pads of his fingers, making shapes and odd designs. They were rough, his hands, and honestly, you were sure that’s why you liked them.

But that was Eddie. He was rough. His music choice, his clothing. His mannerisms and attitude. It was a direct opposite of who you were. You two had been together for maybe a month now, but a lot of people didn’t even believe it, because it just didn’t fit. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with you, Miss innocent and not a hair out of place.

The kids thought maybe it was some prank, it had to of been. He even canceled dnd one night just to see a play you had been in. Dustin nearly cried. But Eddie couldn’t help it. You’d drawn him in like a fly to honey. You’d come to his lunch table one day, asking for signatures on a petition to end sexism at Hawkins High. Of course, everyone at the table signed, but it almost startled them to see you behind the sign. It was known you didn’t care much for conversation.

You asked with a small, shaky voice for signatures, and Eddie Munson fell head over heels in love with you that moment there. And the funny thing was, he’d never really noticed you before. He knew you, obviously, but it wasn’t like he’d already had a crush on you. It was something in the air that day, apparently, because your bravery lured him in.

He worked his magic and started conversations with you here and there, asking if you’d help tutor him to pass a class. You did, and he passed, but you fell head over heels with him too. And it wasn’t that the kids didn’t like you, they just didn’t know how to act around you, because it was weird for them to see Eddie so mushy around someone of the opposite sex.

Eddie brought out the best in you, though, a part of you that you were unfamiliar with. He was completely and utterly genuine with you, and didn’t treat you like a glass doll like everyone else did. The conversations you had seemed to last for hours. He also took your virginity, and that was only just a few weeks ago. That was an experience, for sure.

Your innocence to Eddie was nearly mind blowing. Your music taste, your clothing. Your attitude and mannerisms. It completely differed with his. He absolutely adored your little pink bow in your hair, your knee high socks and tight skirt. It nearly sent him to the grace.

“Thanks, I just tried to remember what you told me,” You continued, breathing in relief. “That all I needed to do was try my best, and that you had faith in me.” You blinked up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” He tapped your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Well that was new. Your cheeks burned hotly at his comment, and god, you didn’t know why. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and you recognized that churn in your stomach. Sex was still new to you. There were so many…positions. You could do it…anywhere. It was overwhelming. Your mind buzzed with confusion, and you pulled your forehead away and cleared your throat again. “So, did you have a good day?”

He raised his brows in amusement at your tone, noticing how dark your cheeks had turned crimson. He kept his chuckle inside, but he knew damn well his little comment gave you butterflies. He’d have fun with that. “Good. The kids are preparing for the campaign tomorrow. Sinclair has another godforsaken game of laundry baskets again, so they’ll have to find a replacement. You in?” He stood, twirling around your room and observing the decor.

Your room was extremely pink. He loved it, but if he stared at an obnoxiously bright colored object too long, he got nauseas. “Oh, I- no, I’m alright.” You chuckled, pushing a loose curl back. “Truth be told I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Hey,” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s me that they’re unsure about. You’ve done nothing wrong, y/n.” He sent you that puppy love gleam as he picked up your music box.

“Well, neither have you, Eddie.” You began untying your shoes. “I guess we’re just modern day Romeo and Juliet.” Your tone softened at the realization, throwing your shoes to the side.

He glanced at your reflection in the mirror. He knew you felt guilty for not being his “type”. You even said it once. In fact, you cried. That was an ordeal of its own.

“We’re a match made in heaven, sweetheart.” He nearly sang, crouching down to your feet. “The freak and the good girl.” He watched your eyes then, and dear lord he saw them flare.

Your cheeks flushed again, your stomach fluttered at his words. Why was that sweet little phrase bothering you so? His hand was warm against your bare knee, but it sent firework sensations up your thigh from his statement.

“Ha!” He laughed in your face, causing you flinch.

“What?!” You jumped.

“You’re blushing! Again!” He clapped his hands in the musical rhythm he did when he was hyped up, dancing and shuffling his feet in amusement. “You totally like that, don’t you?”

“Like what?” You grew smaller, voice high in question. You really didn’t know what he was talking about, being confusing with your feelings yourself.

“Good girl!” He placed his hands on his knees, looking at you as his jaw hung open in amusement.

Your eyes grew wide when you realized the connection, and you straightened immediately. “I do not!” You defended hotly.

“Yes, you do!” He pointed, clapping his hands again. “Look at you! You blush every time I mention it!” He was laughing, chuckling and pointing at you as you grew utterly embarrassed.

“No- Eddie, will you shut-” You tried shouting, but crossed your arms in frustration. “Eddie, I do not!”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, babe,” He tried containing his laughter, moving back to crouch by your feet. His giggles were escaping his lips, and he pulled your hands into his. “Really, I’m not. It’s cute, actually.”

You groaned painfully loud, looking up to the ceiling. He snorted at your resistance. “No, it’s not. I’m disgusting.”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “No!” You yelped, causing him to cackle and put his hands up.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He cleared his throat, trying to keep from embarrassing you more. “Really, y/n, it’s fine. Everyone has the stuff they like. Honestly, yours is pretty vanilla compared to what else is out there.”

Your eyes grew somewhat more curious at his words, peeking your interest. You swallowed roughly, looking down to pick at your nails. “Really?” Your voice squeaked.

Half of the time, he just wanted to laugh at how innocent you were, but it took a lot not to. He knew how incredibly shy you were, and it didn’t take much for you to crawl back into your shell.

“Sure.” He nodded enthusiastically, his black curls bouncing. “I mean, some people like to be tied up or uh- blindfolded. There’s um, choking and slapping. God, then there’s some real heavy bdsm type shit. That’s for another day. I don’t want to traumatize you.” He chuckled.

You brought up your nail to chew, thinking over his words. You couldn’t even imagine yourself in those scenarios, but you didn’t ever imagine being together with Eddie Munson, either. Your exact opposite. “But I couldn’t ever see you doing those things,” He got your attention, taking your finger away from the abuse of your teeth. “Since you’re such a good girl, and everything.” He tilted his chin at you, hooking his finger underneath your jaw. He said it with such seriousness this time, and it caused a sparking tension to electrify between you.

Your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, and your stomach continued to burn at the idea of being his good girl. You sighed. You couldn’t fake it anymore. “You’re right, I love it.” You breathed, smashing your lips against his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you both up, his hands holding your burning face. Your bodies glued together like magnets, his arms moving up and down your back as your lips danced like ballerinas. Your feet dangled slightly, due to the hold he had on you. He always had to lift you up a bit in times like these, having been so much short than him. It was either that, or him breaking his neck trying to bend down to kiss you.

Your back hit your bedroom door, and you gasped when his lips found your neck, his hands placing yours above your head. “Sex can be anything you want it to be, sweetheart,” He licked the skin below your ear, and you moaned sweetly, your leg curling around his ankle.

“You’re the boss. You tell me what you want me to do.” He sucked and nippled at your red skin, leaving pomegranate colored love bites to show off to the world. He loved claiming you that way.

It always made you feel shameful and embarrassed, asking him to do a certain thing during sex. You were too awkward for that, but Eddie was trying to chip away that wall. “I want-” Your voice broke, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Yes?” He hummed.

His body pressed against yours, and your jaw fell slack, your neck craning to the ceiling as he licked a strip along your collar bone. “Call me a good girl.” You caved, a heavy, dripping sound of desperation in your voice. “Please, call- call me your good girl, Eddie, oh-”

You gasped as he swiftly picked you up by the waist, throwing you on the bed as he hovered above you. You moaned loudly into his mouth, his lips against yours once again. Kissing Eddie was like swimming inside of a painting. You could feel every molecule inside of him, and sometimes, kissing him alone was just as overwhelming as the sex itself. He would be the death of you. He settled himself between your legs, pressing his growing erection against your skirt.

“Oh, god.” You whimpered, turning your head into the pillow. The sensations alone were enough bliss for you, that’s how new it was. The sex was just going to get better and better.

“Take your skirt off.” His voice was stern, and you opened your eyes up at him in surprise. Eddie was not mean or dominating to you during sex, by any means. But on discovering your turn on, he was curious to experiment a bit. “Do as I say.” He took his hands off you, placing one on the headboard and the other by your hip.

You moved your hands to the waistband of your pink plaid skirt, but froze and looked back to him. His brown eyes pierced into yours, and he licked his lips, his mastermind moving faster than the speed of light. “Y/n,” He said firmly, yet there was always a hint of playfulness behind his lips. That’s why you were never scared, why you never had issues trusting him.

“Be a good girl and take your skirt off.” He raised a brow, and he watched as you bit your lip.

You pulled down the band, pushing it below your knees as you both sat up. He helped you push it through your ankles, and then next, went your panties. You were laid back again and you leaned up to excitingly kiss him, but he held his hand up. “Ah,” He grabbed your wrist. “Not just yet, my queen.”

You swallowed, your eyes blinking rapidly. “Why-” He shut you up with a kiss, pressing over so softly. You sighed into it, just tiny little pecks and motions he gave you.

Then, his hands brushed at your knees, and at the contact, you tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip them tightened, but his soft kissed didn’t let up. He placed one at the corner of your mouth, then dipping his tongue back to gloss over your teeth.

Then, they slowly trailed up your thighs, circling them with warm patterns. He was teasing you, but you were too dumb to realize. The puckering sounds of your wet lips filled the room, his fingers making you shiver. Your heart began to speed up when he slowly moved his fingers deeper into your legs, but it diminished quickly when he moved up to your stomach.

You curled your leg around his hip, desperate for friction. Deepening the kiss, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your breast. You were getting agitated for that sweet relief in the pit of your stomach, your thighs glistening with your arousal. You tried to reach for his belt, but he moved your hand away. You huffed, looking up. “Eddie, what the hell-”

“Watch that language,” He said sternly, eyes sharp. “Good girls don’t talk like that. Good girls don’t have bratty attitudes. So if you want me to give you what you want, you’ll have to be a good girl and behave yourself.”

Your eyes were wide with anticipation, and he hurriedly, moved down between your thighs. A loud gasp pushed it’s way out of you as he spread your legs, wrapping one leg around his neck. He placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh, and he continued his torturous pleasure.

Each thigh he kiss, slowly, messily. He sucked and bit, pulling at your sensitive skin. He blew soft air on your burning cunt, but he never touched it with his pink lips. He continued this for minutes, leaving you a shaky, sweaty and needy mess. You were whimpering like you were in pain, convulsing and arching your back, desperate for any source of friction to find. Your hands dug into the long, black ropes of his hair, pulling like rapunzel.

“Oh, god, Eddie please,” You begged, trying to pull his head up. “Please- I need you so bad, I can’t do it,”

He smiled against your skin, the shakiness of your voice pleasuring him. He came up to you, his hand going the base of your neck. “Poor baby,” He frowned, his finger wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “You’ve done so good for me. Should I reward you?”

“Yes!” You nodded furiously. “Yes, now-”

“No, no,” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Trust me, I can do this all night.”

You bit back a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Please, please, Eddie,” You breathed heavily. “Please, reward me. I want you so bad, please- I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He unbuckled his belt, lifting himself up. “You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes,” You whimpered. “Let me be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl so bad. Please-” He had hurriedly aligned himself at your entrance, his cock painfully hard, and thrusted into you within a second. A cracked, heavy cry spewed from your lips, and your arms wrapped around his neck like a cat, your nails digging into his back.

The headboard cracked against the wall with his first thrust, and your jaw nearly broke as you cried out. Your bodies molded together, your bed squeaking and snapping at the quick, violent movements he made. He hugged your body, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, god!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes.

This whole experience felt different. His attitude, the way he treated you. Each thrust was more forceful, deeper, and it was hard for you to stay conscious. “Oh, oh, my god! God, oh, god!” You repeated over and over. Your stomach had never felt so hot, so on fire with a burning light inside you. Your nails were in his skin, drawing blood, you were sure.

“Fuck.” He groaned into your skin, but you could barely hear, because you were in complete ecstasy.

He gripped the headboard, giving another thrust that made you hysterical. Tears fell down your face as you sobbed, staining the collar of your unbuttoned shirt. His lips found yours, a hard look on his face as he tried to keep from coming. He always put you first. His cock continued to drive into you with a heavy speed, and he kissed you sloppily, drinking in your sobs.

You always cried during sex, and he was far used to it. He loved it, actually.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He moved faster, picking up your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. “You’re- fuck, you’re my girl. My good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And you did, with a final, sharp thrust, that tight ball in your stomach popped, crashing over you like waves. Sobs left you, holding on to him like he was your life raft. Your legs shook and your body convulsed, your pussy throbbing painfully over his cock. You fell back in exhaustion, and Eddie, all he could do was listen to you.

“You are such a good girl.”

their girl (s.b x y/n x r.l)

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It's been a chaotic few months for you.

Having gotten into a relationship with not one, but two of the hottest, most popular boys at Hogwarts, you were really thrown into the deep end of the whole relationship.

It wasn't that you'd never been in a relationship before, you'd had sex once. You definitely weren't as experienced as the two of them.

The boys loved seeing you blush – taking turns whispering filthy words into your ears in the Common Room, lingering touches on your thigh, not-so-subtle winks promising more.

But never actually doing more.

It seemed they had made it their personal mission to push you to the edge, and ruin you.

⚔︎.

"What did you say bunny?"

You were sat in between Remus's legs, the boy's lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck, an act that made you shudder. Sirius sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the frame as he twirled his wand in his hand, smirking at the words he can't believe you'd finally uttered.

"You heard me... Don't make me repeat it Siri..."

A tongue darted out to tease your earlobe as Remus' hands began to run up and down your body, drawing circles on your thigh as you blushed.

"Pretty girl wants us to take care of her, hmm?"

You nibbled on your lip as you nodded, almost ashamed at the fact that you'd asked it of your boyfriends.

That you'd asked them to have sex with you.

"Not so innocent are you, little Y/N? Want Remmy and I to fuck you, hmm?"

You let out a little whine as you nodded, Remus's hand having made its way up towards your skirt, tracing dangerously close to your panties.

"Words, bunny. Wanna hear you say it."

The deeper timbre of the boy behind you sent shivers down your spine, his words muttered against your neck.

"I-, I want you to fuck me, please."

A deep chuckle sounded as the boy's fingers brushed against your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness seep through the thin lace.

"So wet for us already baby, and I haven't even done anything."

Sirius moved closer towards the two of you, his wand tossed onto the bedside table and his lips crashing into yours, your hands moving to grab his tie, pulling him closer into you.

"Such a pretty girl Y/N." Sirius murmured against your lips, his hands moving up pull your blouse lightly.

"Can I, baby?"

You nodded, Sirius' fingers making quick work of your school blouse, unbuttoning them and revealing your bra-clad breasts, the pureblood sucking in a deep breath at the sight of them covered in white lace.

"Beautiful."

Your blouse was thrown somewhere to the side, Remus' hands moving away from your bottoms towards your back, unclasping your bra, causing the straps to fall down from your shoulders.

"Oh!"

The sudden movement made you shy, your hands moving to hold the thin fabric to your chest, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

"Don't hide from us love, want to see all of my bunny, yeah?"

Remus's calloused hands came to rub yours, coaxing them away from the defensive motion. His lips returned to your neck, this time moving down to your left shoulder blade as Sirius cupped your jaw, looking into your eyes.

"Has nobody ever seen you naked love?"

You blushed harder as the bra fell from your grasp, your breasts revealed to the cold air in the dorm.

"Um, no, not exactly. You know I've only done this once before..."

Both boys' jaws clenched at the mention of someone else having been inside you before them, but their cocks hardened at the thought of your innocence, ready to be corrupted by the two of them.

"Well, you can't be shy with us bunny. Gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

Remus moved out from behind you, pressing you down gently so you lay against the pillows. Sirius moved up to press kisses on your torso, his hands pulling your skirt and panties down your legs, the movement making you squeal.

"Siri!"

The boys tutted simultaneously at your outcry, the Black boy spreading your legs as he did so, making you blush further.

"My baby's already so wet. Not so innocent are we, hmm? Want Remmy and I to fuck you? Want us to use your pretty little pussy baby?"

The filthy words made your entire body shudder, the red hue your skin began to take on almost looking identical to the crimson sheets you were spread out upon.

Your naked body was now on display, the first time your body had been seen properly by someone else, not hidden half under some boy's blanket and your undone school uniform.

Goosebumps rippled on your skin as you nodded to the boys, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you spread your legs a little further, turning impossibly more red at the bold movement. The boys groaned at your movement, your innocent face and stature wildly contrasted by the action.

"Yes Siri, want you two to fuck me. Want you two to use my pussy please."

Sirius smirked at your words, Remus sitting back down by his boyfriend to give him a deep kiss. As Sirius' tongue slipped into the werewolf's mouth, his hand moved up the brunette's leg to squeeze his cock lightly, breaking away to motion towards you.

"You can have her first Remmy. Wanna watch the two of you play."

⚔︎.

Remus had stripped after you nodded your agreement to Sirius' words, his toned and scarred body revealed to you in its entirety, your eyes trailing up and down his figure as you waited for him to move towards you.

Sirius had sat back in the same spot that he was in previously, leaning against the frame yet again as one leg dangled over the side, with the other laying flat on the mattress, spreading his legs in a way that made his cock strain through the fabric.

Remus knelt between your spread legs in one fell movement, now entirely naked as his hands trailed up your bare legs, the movement making you shiver slightly.

"So gorgeous baby."

One hand left your legs to pull at his erect cock, your eyes darting down to look at his member as you sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your forearms placed on the pillows.

"R-Re?"

Remus's eyes moved to meet your gaze, worry clouding his gaze as he noticed that yours was filled with the same emotion.

"What's wrong puppy?"

You swallowed, wetting your lips as you moved to sit on your legs, your hands resting on your thighs as you shuffled to be closer towards your boyfriend.

"C-can I give you, um, I mean, can I suck you off?"

You barely registered Sirius muttering a low 'fuck' as he heard your words, his hand moving to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants.

You could've sworn you saw Remus's cock grow harder as he stood up onto his knees, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"If you want to baby."

Your hands moved slowly to grip Remus softly, the action making him groan. You squeezed the base of his cock tentatively, uncertain of what to do as you peered up at the boy, eyes questioning what your next move ought to be.

"Re?"

The boy hummed as he looked down at you, an eyebrow hitched upwards as he watched you.

"I've never done this before... Can you tell me what to do?"

You could practically hear Sirius give up on trying to get himself off through his pants, unzipping his jeans to pull them and his underwear down to his mid-thigh and pump himself slowly, admiring you from where he sat.

"Course puppy, y'so good to me. Just open wide f'me first yeah?"

You obediently opened your mouth, staring at Remus as his hand slowly guided your head closer towards his cock. Your lips wrapped around his head as your tongue cushioned the bottom, admiring the boy's musky, cinnamon like smell that you'd become so familiar with.

"So good baby, now try to bob your head slowly? See if you can take as much of me as possible yeah?"

You nodded as much as you could, taking more of the werewolf's cock into you mouth and choking slightly as the head hit the back of your throat, your hand wrapping around the parts your mouth didn't manage to envelop.

"Fuck, so good to me pup."

You hummed slightly at the compliment, Remus' hand in your hair guiding your head up and down his length slowly, gradually hastening his pace.

"Such a pretty little whore for us Y/N."

Sirius's words made you whine around Remus' cock, the vibrations making the boy above you moan and buck his hips, causing you to choke again as he hit the back of your throat.

"She any good Moony? As innocent as she seems? Or is our babygirl better at sucking cock than she lets on."

Remus' head lulled back as he moaned loudly, your tongue swirling and teasing his head experimentally.

"S'a fucking natural Pads."

Your eyes left the sight of the boy above you, darting over to look at the chaser who was lazily pulling at his cock, your hand grabbing at the thin air as you looked at him.

You pulled your mouth off of Remus's cock for a second, the loss of warmth and contact making the boy whine but you ignored him, your one hand still pumping his cock as you turned to Sirius, biting your lip gently.

"Siri, I can help you too..."

Remus moan out, guiding your mouth back onto his cock his cock, his hand pushing your head forward. But your eyes never left Sirius, watching as the boy made his way back over to the two of you, standing on his knees, mirroring his boyfriend's actions. His cock stood proudly and you felt your cunt dampen even more at the sight of it, your hand wrapping tentatively around Sirius as you bobbed your head on Remus's length.

You began pumping your hand up and down Sirius's length at the same rhythm as your mouth on Remus, the boys moaning out in unison as you squeezed both of their bases.

"Such a pretty little slut for us baby."

Remus's free hand moved to caress your face lightly, the words melting from his lips as Sirius pulled the taller boy into himself, moaning into each other's lips as you whined around Remus's cock, your hand tugging harshly on the pureblood's cock.

"Are you jealous baby? Want our attention on you, hmm?"

Sirius grabbed ahold of your hair, pushing you further down onto Remus's length, causing you to choke around him.

"What a fucking needy whore."

⚔︎.

It didn't take long for both boys' cocks to start twitching, Remus holding your head in place as his hips began setting the pace, thrusting into your mouth with stuttered moans leaving his mouth alongside every movement. Sirius's hips began moving as well, craving the friction your hand provided as his orgasm built as well, his cock twitching in your hand

A soft "I'm gonna cum!" was all the warning you received from the taller boy, thick spurts of white hitting the back of your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply for a moment. Seeing his boyfriend in ecstasy seemed to push Sirius over the edge as well, letting out a pornographic moan as he came, coating your tits and hand in his seed.

Remus pulled out gingerly from your mouth, a breathless "Swallow" coming from his mouth, the warm fluid running down your throat as you followed his instructions. The boys watched you as you did, mesmerized in the way you glistened under the dim lighting, perspiration and cum coating your skin.

"So pretty for us bunny, such a good girl."

You smiled innocently, juxtaposing the bead of cum mixed with spit running down your lower lip.

"Wanna feel good now puppy?"

You nodded up at Remus, looking at Sirius for a quick moment who ducked down to press a quick kiss on your forehead, moving back to the position he was sat in earlier.

"Go ahead Rem. Wanna watch."

⚔︎.

Still sat on your knees, Remus pushed you lightly down on to the pillows, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. Remus quickly followed you down, kissing you lightly – almost innocently – if not for the knee that nudged your legs apart, followed by the hand that trailed to your soaking cunt.

The werewolf's skilled fingers rubbed your lower lips tenderly, making your hands wrap around his neck as he drew out a moan that faded out against his lips, before pushing his forefinger into your tight hole, stretching you out in a way that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"You're so tight pup, feel so good around my finger."

You mewled against the boy's lips, your hips bucking as he entered a second, curling them slightly. Your breath hitched as his other hand moved down to rub your sensitive nub, Remus's mouth leaving yours to pepper kisses on your neck.

"You like that bunny?"

You nodded fervently at Sirius, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out loudly, unable to keep in the sounds of pleasure any longer, forgoing any facade of embarrassment.

"I can tell. Moaning like a little slut for us. Just begging for cock, hmm?"

You could only whine as you felt your orgasm quickly building, the onslaught of attention you were receiving a wild contrast to the pent up sexual frustration you were used to.

"Need to cum Re."

You only received a nip on the neck in response, the brunette sucking a hickey into the unmarked skin, a trace of tonight that will be left for all to see.

"You've got to ask nicely baby, otherwise Moony's not gonna let you."

Whining, your hands moved to pull lightly at Remus's hair, making him pause and look up at you, lips slightly swollen from kissing and biting your skin. Although his mouth was no longer in action, Remus's hands still continued in their ministrations, drawing fast circles on your clit as he pumped three fingers in and out of you, making your eyes draw close for a second before looking back at him.

"Re, please, can I cum please?"

Tears welled in your eyes as the intense need to release grew to be too much to handle, and Remus smiled at the sight, placing a soft kiss on your left collarbone.

"Course pup, such a good girl for asking. Cum f'me."

You cried out in relief, a tear escaping your eyes as they squeezed shut, tightening around Remus's fingers as you let go, waves of pleasure running through your body as your legs shook.

As you came down from your orgasm, Remus pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss on your right collarbone before moving back up to look into your eyes.

"Suck, love."

His fingers were covered in you, and your mouth dropped open to suck on them lightly, swirling your tongue to clean his fingers properly.

"D'you think you can keep going puppy?"

The tall boy's eyes were clouded with concern as he looked down at you, relieved as you nodded, your legs spreading shyly as they shook slightly in a bout of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Want you inside me Re."

Your words were but a whisper, yet it still caught the attention of both boys, the werewolf's eyes darkening at your words.

"Anything you want, my love."

⚔︎.

Remus lifted your legs, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer towards him, before pumping himself slightly. He drew the tip of his cock up and down your soaked lips, making you moan at the feeling on your sensitive cunt.

He pushed the tip into you slowly, your walls stretching around him, the tightness making both of you moan out in unison. You held onto Remus's shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed into you further, a soft cry of pain escaping you as he bottomed out.

"You okay puppy?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip harshly, your walls pulsing around him as you tried to get used to his size, the boy groaning in pleasure at how good you felt around him.

"You're so fucking tight love."

Your eyes fluttered open for a second, your head lulling to the side to see Sirius tugging on his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb as he watched the two of you. His shirt had come off at some point, and you admired his quidditch-toned body for a moment before looking back up at Remus.

"Look so pretty with Rem's cock inside you bunny, feel good?"

You whined, shaking your head as you shifted your hips under the boy.

"Hurts, Remmy's too big."

Remus pressed a kiss to your lips softly, bracing himself as he fought the need to move his hips, waiting for you get used to his size.

"Hurts, bunny? Poor baby, hmm?"

Sirius mocked you through pouted lips, his hand slowly pumping his shaft as he watched you, his eyes narrowed in mock concern.

"You're the one that was begging for his cock just now, weren't you?"

Whining, you tried to deny it but the pain slowly turned to pleasure, and your whines turned into a slight moan, biting down on your lip as you dug your nails into Remus's shoulders further, grinding your hips up into the boy's.

"Can I move now love?"

You nodded fervently, legs wrapping around the boy's hips as he pulled out of you slowly, his hands pulling your waist to lift you higher before pushing back into you. His hips began thrusting in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace with every movement.

With every thrust, the pleasure seemed the grow, your face twisting in pleasure and your moans growing louder. Remus seemed to be encouraged by the lewd sounds you made, thrusting quicker and quicker, so much so that your body jolted with each movement.

“You feel so good pup, fuck, so good f’me.”

Your eyes fluttered open to look at Remus for a second, admiring the way his handsome face was focused and scrunched up in ecstasy. He shifted your hips higher, and in that moment you felt him hit something inside you that made you let out a soft scream, the contact sending sparks of pleasure up your body.

“Re! Fuck, please do that again. Please.”

Remus slammed his hips back into yours, hitting that pleasurable spot again and again, causing you to let out scream after scream of pleasure. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Sirius’s hand moving at the same pace as Remus, his other hand fondling his balls as his cock leaked dribbles of cum.

“Feel good puppy?”

You nodded, unable to produce words with the feelings of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Can’t speak Y/N? Have you been fucked dumb, bunny?”

You couldn’t deny Sirius’s words as you let out a sharp cry, the stimulation Remus gave you hitting an apex as he dropped his hand to rub your clit, his fingers drawing figure eights on the sensitive nub.

“Just our pretty little cockslut, yeah Y/N? Begging and screaming for our cocks.”

Your moans only grew louder at Sirius’s filthy words, your second orgasm of the day bubbling inside you quickly.

“Like that? Like being our little cockslut? What are you Y/N?”

Sirius’s moans interrupted his words, his own orgasm building alongside yours and Remus’s, his hand growing sloppy in its pumps as he watched the two of you, fighting to keep his eyes open in ecstasy.

“I’m yours, your pretty little cockslut.”

Your walls began tightening around Remus, making the boy moan out as his hips stuttered, almost unable to keep moving at the euphoric feeling.

“Fuck, bunny, can I cum inside you?”

You nodded your assent, hands moving from the boy’s shoulders up to his neck, pulling him closer down towards you as you both moaned simultaneously, reaching your climaxes in unison. Your lips met as both of you moaned out, your hips gyrating in pleasure as you rode out your orgasm.

Faintly, you registered Sirius cumming alongside the two of you, his low moan and muttered explicits leading to him painting his abs with a thin white coating.

Slowly, Remus pulled himself out of your tender body, your legs shaking as he did. He collapsed beside you.

Sirius got up slowly, stepping fully out of his pants that had clung to his mid-thigh during this entire predicament. He stood above you, holding your chin tenderly to admire you in your post-orgasmic state.

Your eyes were dilated, chest heaving as you tried to regain your composure. He tilted your head up, smirking slightly at the marks Remus had left on your neck, and his cum drying on your chest.

His thumb swiped your bottom lip, a motion almost featherlight, before pushing it into your mouth softly, your tongue immediately encircling the appendage.

“Our pretty girl.”

— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

© earthgirl616 2022.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

She's Mine

Summary: Eddie makes you attend a Lake Party with him and the older kids where his jealousy gets the better of him during a classic game of Spin The Bottle that your ex happens to be apart of.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!buckley!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it up my friends), hand kink, choking, slapping, dirty talk, spanking, degrading, praise, a bit if dom!eddie, hardcore jealous!eddie, possessive!eddie, van sex, swearing, drug use, drinking

Note: This is literally my first time posting any of my work in like a year and my first time posting my work on Tumblr. I'd put myself on Fanfic writing retirement but then Eddie Munson, the man, the myth, the legend himself yanked me out of retirement. This is kind of long but I'm pretty sure it's worth it. Let me know if you guys want the Joseph Quinn one I've been working on!

Eddie fucking Munson.

My best friend for God knows how long. 5 years? 6 years?

All I know is that it took me up until this past summer to realize the stolen glances we shared were fueled by something other than friendship.

Something that I will never ever admit outloud to anyone.

Something that makes the way his amber eyes meet mine as his perfect little smile stretches across his lips cause my heart to skip a beat.

Something that brings me to his trailer almost every night just to lay next to him and listen to him ramble on about anything and everything just to hear his voice.

Something that lights my skin on fire every time he traces my tattoos or wraps his arm around my shoulders.

Something that Robin will not stop teasing me about. Hence why I'll never admit it.

My mind was currently logged with thoughts of the night before as I struggled to unlock my work locker.

Last night the Hellfire club had met to discuss the current campaign, but gradually as the night dragged on the members filtered out one by one, soon leaving Eddie and I alone in the hideout

It didn't take long for us to completely abandon DnD in favor of heading to his trailer to watch the newest horror flick he rented out.

Soon enough I was cuddled up into his side as much as I possibly could be while screams of horror and the sound of splattering blood rang out from the TV at the foot of his bed.

Eddie's soft chuckles as his arm which was wrapped tight around me pulled me even closer made my heart flutter. My leg was hooked over his and my arms were hugging him so tight that I could've bet money I was crushing his ribs

His raspy voice saying "I thought my pretty girl liked horror movies" was at the forefront of my mind as my fingers spun past the numbers on my locker for the 100th time

I had assured him over and over that I loved horror movies, but that doesn't mean they don't scare me from time to time. He'd call me crazy before kissing my forehead and pulling me so close that I was practically laying on top of him just how he liked

God he certainly doesn't make trying to keep my growing feelings at bay very easy

"Hey, Gorgeous" I jumped at the sudden appearance of a familiar raspy voice

"Jesus, Eddie" I breathed out, my hand grasping my chest as I released a heavy breath "Don't fucking do that" I scolded before turning back to my locker

"Someone's jumpy" he teased, reaching over me to spin the lock for me. In no time Eddie had my locker opened, prompting him to poke his finger hard into my side. I quickly swatted his hand away and finally looked to him. The second our eyes met I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my lips at the sight of his smug grin.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked. His grin slowly turned into a calm smile as he leaned against the lockers next to him

"I had to return the movie from last night. Plus I wanted to see if you're comin' to that party by the lake tonight?" I sighed at his words. I don't know if that's a good idea. Who knows what I'll do with alcohol in my system and his overwhelming scent of weed and cologne filling my nostrils

"I don't-"

"Ah bup bup. You're coming" he interrupted, already knowing my answer based off my eyes alone

"Eddie-" he put his ring adorned finger to my lips

"Shh" he shushed. I felt my heart thump hard against his chest as his skin brushed softly over my lips amd he leaned in a bit closer to me "No use in arguing, Sweetheart. I'll pick you up at 7" the roll of my eyes made him chuckle. My heart dropped a bit when he pulled his finger from my lips and turned on his heels to leave the room, but I was quick to shove that feeling down, flashing him a smile when he glanced back at me as he walked away

The second the door was shut behind him I hit my head lightly against the locker in front of me

"God what the fuck is happening to me?" I grumbled to myself

Since when was Eddie's presence alone this intoxicating? Since when did the sound of his voice make butterflies bash around in my stomach?? And since fucking when was I curious to see how his rings felt against my throat???

Get ahold of yourself, Buckley. He's your best friend. You shouldn't be thinking of him like that... but God the way his eyes light up every time he smiles at me.. no. No shut up.

"Shut up. Shut up" I started unknowingly muttering to myself as I grabbed my bag out of my locker "Robin is wrong. She's wrong" I grumbled, slamming the door shut and turning around only to be met with another person "Jesus Christ!" I shouted in shock, my back slamming against the lockers as I threw myself back away from the person who'd been standing right behind me

"I'm wrong about what? How bad you wanna suck Eddie's dick?"

"Robin!" I shoved her shoulder hard "I don't want to do that!"

"Right, you just want to hold his hand and play with his hair and hear him call you Princess" her voice was dripping in mocking sarcasm as she opened her own locker and made disgusted faces "God it's disgusting how cute you guys would be"

"Shut up" I sighed out, running my hands down my face and turning so I was facing her "Are you going to that party tonight?" I asked

"Yup. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, and I are going. Let me guess, Eddie's forcing you to go?" I sighed and nodded "Good. You need to get out more"

"I get out" I tried to defend myself

"Yeah, out to Eddie's trailer. How about some non-weed laced air for a change?"

"Something tells me there's gonna be weed there" I smirked when she rolled her eyes

"Fair enough" she shut her locker and turned to me "Can't wait to suggest a good old fashioned game of spin the bottle once you and Eddie are there together" She smiled teasingly at me "See you there, Sis"

"Jesus" I sighed out as she left the room "This should be fun" I grumbled before finally heading out to go get ready for the party

That Night

The echoing of a broken horn made my feet move faster as I dashed around my house looking for my shoes

"Hold on!" I yelled in hopes that Eddie would hear me over the Black Sabbath blasting through his crackling speakers

Suddenly I felt my foot get caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. My elbows scraped lightly against the carpet as I pushed myself up onto my knees to see what I had tripped over in my hast

My shoes.

Yeah. That's about right.

"Jesus, (Y/N)" I grumbled as I made quick work of slipping my shoes on and tying my laces. The second my shoes were on my feet I scrambled up and jogged over to the door. I threw the door open, jumping hard when I was met with Eddie who had been reaching for the handle with his spare key in hand

"What took ya so long, Gorgeous?" He asked, eyes running over my body. A smug grin had formed on his lips by the time his eyes met mine "Worth the wait" he winked slyly before offering me his arm "Mah lady"

"Dweeb" I teased with a small smirk, taking his arm once I had shut and locked the door. He gladly opened the passenger door of his van for me, helping me in before shutting the door and running over to the driversside

"Ready?" He asked as he put the van in drive

"I guess" I sighed out "I can't believe you're forcing me to go to a party that my little sister and her friends are also going to" I leaned my head back against the seat as I watched him drive

"You'll have fun. They're our friends too, you know" he pointed out, glancing at me to make sure I wasn't being completely serious about not wanting to go

"I know" I brushed my hair back, shifting as I watched the way his veins flexed against his skin when he grabbed the shifter. My eyes slowly drifted up his leather jacket clad arm to his side profile. His eyes were focused on the road as he started telling me about how wild last year's lake party was. The way his lips moved as he accentuated certain words to convince me that I'd have fun made my head start wandering to places it shouldn't

Suddenly he looked right at me, making me sit up straight and clear my throat as I quickly realized I hadn't processed a single word he said. He had a sly grin on his lips, a telltale sign that he noticed my staring

"What?" I questioned, diverting my eyes to anywhere but his

"Nothing" I could practically hear the grin in his voice. I forced a nonchalant smile, crossing my legs and looking to the road.

God this is gonna be a long night

At the Party

"There she is!" Steve's voice boomed over the music and chatter as I hopped out of Eddie's van

"What, did you guys take a detour to Mexico on the way here?" Robin joked

"Madame Buckley was taking forever to get ready" Eddie teased as he slung his arm around my shoulders

"Uh no, Eddie here took like 3 wrong turns" I shoved him off of me jokingly

"You wound me, Sweetheart" he clutched his chest and feigned hurt when I shoved his side. I laughed at his antics and took a beer from Steve

"There's a lot of people here" I observed loudly over the music, my eyes scanning the crowd. I spotted people I graduated with and people in Robin's grade mingling while people who were definitely way too young to be here tried to sneak beers from the older kids

"Yeah way more than last year" A familiar voice made me jump in surprise and turn to them "Never thought I'd see you at one of these, Buckley" my heart stopped when my eyes landed on my ex boyfriend

The second he was standing in front of me I felt the energy of my little group shift to one of pure disdain. Everyone was attempting to subtly glare at him, aside from Eddie and Steve who were flat out attempting to stab him with their stares

"Tommy" I greeted in annoyance "Thought you moved away" I recalled, given that that was the trigger for us breaking up. I had spent countless nights crying in Eddie's arms over how broken hearted I was only to realize that Tommy actually treated me like shit weeks after he left town for college

"Yeah didn't pan out" I could feel pure unadulterated rage radiating from someone to the side of me. I looked to see that it was none other than Eddie, who was gripping his beer so tight that his knuckles were white all while his eyes were still glaring at Tommy "Munson" Tommy nodded to Eddie, fully aware that Eddie knew every little detail of what Tommy did to me

"Booker" Eddie said back in an annoyed tone. Tommy rocked on his heels as I looked to my feet and grinned at how angry Eddie was

"So what, you two like.. together now?"

"No" I answered a bit too quickly thanks to my heightened nerves. I bit my tongue and scrunched my nose in annoyance when I felt Eddie glance at me

"So you're single then?" Tommy wondered, eyes raking down my body

"Dude, seriously? She doesn't want you" Eddie's anger was rising by the second. I placed my hand on his bicep just in case he tried to swing on Tommy

"Lay off, Munson. (Y/N) can speak for herself" Tommy looked to me with a grin "Besides, she definitely wanted every part of me last year" I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer before speaking

"Right, didn't you cheat on me with half the Cheer team?" I pointed out accusingly

"Doesn't mean you weren't my favorite" Tommy shrugged as he spoke

"Jesus" I scoffed. I grabbed Eddie's wrist and pulled him off with me as I went over to where Steve, Robin, Johnathan, and Nancy had slinked off to once Eddie had started talking to Tommy. Eddie's eyes were burning holes into Tommy as he begrudgingly followed me

"God I can't believe I used to deal to that fucking prick" Eddie grumbled, eyes still locked on Tommy even after we got to the group. His eyes immediately softened once I let my hand run up to cup his jaw and force him to look at me

"Do me a favor and ignore him. I'm not really in the mood for bailing you out of jail" I insisted. Eddie turned his face and kissed my palm before grabbing my wrist, his lips kissing their way up forearm and to my neck, continuing all the way up until he made it to my cheek

"I'll try my best, Sweetheart" his low voice made goosebumps flare up along my skin as he kissed my cheek

"Hey, get a room" Steve tossed a bottle cap at us. I felt my cheeks flush as I stepped back from Eddie and dropped my hand. I could've sworn I saw a look of disappointment flash across his face but I chose to ignore it and go sit next to Robin. "I can't believe that dickwad actually came up to you" Steve shot a quick glare in Tommy's direction

"Right? The fucking nerve on that guy" Eddie agreed "He even tried asking if she was single"

"You're kidding" Nancy inquired, completely dumbfounded at the audacity Tommy had

"I wish I was" Eddie looked over his shoulder to make sure Tommy was still far away from me "If he's not careful he's gonna leave here in an ambulance"

"I bet Nance still has her gun tucked away somewhere" Johnathan pointed out as he took a hit off the blunt between his fingers

"Steve definitely still has his bat in his car" Robin informed us

"That I do" Steve confirmed, nudging Eddie to grab his attention

"Jesus. Just ignore him, guys. Don't let him ruin the night" I insisted, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him closer to me. Eddie sighed as he ran his hand through my hair and sipped from his beer, attempting to avoid looking at Tommy again

"We should play a game or something" Nancy suggested. I nodded in agreement and brought my beer back to my lips. As I sipped from my beer I caught Robin's stare from the corner of my eyes. Once I fully looked to her I immediately clocked the mischievous grin as she looked between Eddie and I just as Eddie took a few steps away from us so he could light his blunt

"Robin I swear to-"

"Hey I have the perfect game idea!" Robin was quick to interrupt me as she got up and grabbed an empty bottle

"Robin!" I hissed

"Who wants to play Spin the Bottle!?" She asked the crowd. At least a third of the party eagerly came over and sat down in a tight circle around the bottle

"God damn it" I groaned out, placing my head in my hands and shaking my head

"This seat taken?" Tommy's voice made my head hurt. How can one person's voice be so fucking infuriating?

I looked up at him, about to tell him to fuck off when Eddie practically appeared out of thin air

"Yeah it is" he answered, sitting down and grabbing my thigh in a possessive manner. His grip was so tight that I was sure it'd leave brusies

The thought of bruises in the shape of Eddie's fingertips made a tingle shoot up my thigh and right to my core. I shifted in my seat to muffle the feeling and get closer to Eddie, completely ignoring Tommy as he rolled his eyes and went to the other side of the circle

"Eds" I nudged him when I noticed his glare was still aimed at Tommy "As much as I'd love to watch you beat his teeth in, you're my ride, and I don't know how to drive stick" Eddie sighed and sipped his beer, finally taking his angry eyes off Tommy as the bottle left his lips. He looked to me with an intense gaze that'd I'd only seen a handful of times from him. I watched his eyes slowly trace over my lips before running down my body as his head cocked to the side slightly. He chuckled darkly to himself, looking forward and finishing his beer

"You want another?" He asked, holding up his empty bottle as he stood

"Yes please" I downed the rest of my beer before handing him the empty bottle

"I'll be right back, Gorgeous. Hold this for me" he handed me his blunt before brushing his fingers through my hair. He sent me a sly wink before going off to get us another beer. My eyes lingered on him as he walked away, watching the way he smoothly dodged people along the way while his hair flowed perfectly along with him. A soft smile was plastered on my face as I took a hit off his blunt, letting the smoke slowly filter from my lips as I watched him

Eddie had stopped to say hi to one of his old friends that graduated with me when Eddie was held back, laughing at something the guy said as he grabbed out 2 beers from a nearby cooler. Despite not being able to hear his laugh it still floated through my head thanks to it being ingrained into my brain

"Alright!" Robin's voice broke me from my trance on Eddie. I looked forward to see her setting a bottle down in the middle of the group that was sitting on the ground "Everyone knows the rules, now who goes first?"

"Me!" One of the cheerleaders was quick to move closer to the bottle and spin it as fast as she could. As the bottle landed on one of the basketball players I felt a cold bottle get pressed to my exposed arm

I jumped at the feeling and looked to see Eddie sitting back down while holding the bottle to my skin. His goofy smile made my heart ache as I traded him the blunt for the bottle

"Thanks, Eds" I kissed his cheek before taking a rather big swig from my beer

The anxiety from the possibility of me spinning the bottle and it landing on Eddie was eating me alive as he leaned back on his hand which was propped up right behind me. His chest was brushing against my arm, sending chills through me every time he leaned in to whisper some sly comment about who was spinning

Soon enough one of the preppy girls that Eddie had been dealing to for a couple years now went up to the bottle. I shifted nervously as I finally realized that Eddie is gonna have to kiss someone at some point. Eddie noticed my discomfort almost immediately, furrowing his eyebrows together and leaning his chin on my shoulder

"You okay, Princess?" chills shot straight down my spine at the new pet name

"Mhm" I hummed out as quickly as I could, flashing him a forced smile before looking back at Kelly just as she grabbed the bottle

She spun it, sitting back on her heels as she waited for it to stop. Sure enough it came to a slow stop pointing right at Eddie. I could've sworn my heart stopped when she perked up to the sound of her friends cheering her on.

I cleared my throat and moved away from Eddie as Kelly came over to him. I saw him glance to me from the corner of my eyes, but I refused to look at him. I didn't want to see some girl that I've been insecure about for years all over him. All I could do was shoot daggers at Robin as Kelly placed her hands on either side of Eddie's jaw and pull him into a rough kiss. He grunted in surprise and fell back onto his elbows as she moved her lips against his

Robin mouthed an 'I'm sorry' while I clenched my jaw and looked to the ground. Once Kelly pulled back I finally willed myself to look at Eddie only to be met with the sight of his lips slightly swollen and cheeks bright red as he caught his breath. He sat up straight while Kelly stood up, shooting him a bubbly wink before going back to where she was sitting

I rolled my eyes and subtly scooted a bit further away from Eddie as he watched her sit back down. He furrowed his eyebrows together before finally looking at me. When our eyes met I cocked an eyebrow to feign not being bothered by what just happened

"You seemed to enjoy that" I observed with a flat tone. Eddie laughed and shook his head

"No" He simply stated, trying to move closer to me when he noticed how far I'd drifted from him

"Sure" I grumbled, tensing when I felt his hand softly place itself on my lowerback

"(Y/N) what's-"

"Oo, (Y/N)!" A few voices began taunting, drawing my attention back to the bottle. Tommy was standing over it, the neck pointed right at me. I immediately sat up straight when my eyes locked with Tommy's, who was grinning devilishly

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me" I groaned out as Tommy came over to me. As Tommy walked I saw Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve all share worried glances. I let out a sharp sigh as I decided to just let whatever was about to happen happen. Maybe if I make this the worst kiss Tommy has ever had he'll leave me the hell alone

"You don't have to" Eddie tried to interject

"It's just a game, Eddie" I insisted, still deeply irritated by Kelly kissing him. Eddie put his hands out in defeated frustration as Tommy knelt in front of me

"Let's see if I remember what you like" he winked before slamming his lips to mine. God his lips are so fucking chapped and he tastes like stale alcohol and cheap cigars. Fucking disgusting.

Tommy tried to weave his fingers through my hair to tug on it, but I was quick to grab his wrist to stop him. He attempted to force his wrist from my grip, struggling thanks to me being stronger than he anticipated. I felt him attempt to push his tongue past my tightly pursed lips. He was not about to slip his slimey fucking tongue in on my watch

The second someone called time I shoved him back and immediatly grabbed Eddie's beer from his hands, taking as big of a gulp as I could to wash the taste of Tommy's lips down

"Oh come on, Princess, you know you missed that" Tommy taunted as I wiped a small dribble of beer from my lip

"Don't fucking call her that" Eddie's voice startled me. It was dark and low with anger reverberating through his tone. I looked to him with wide eyes, being met with the heart-thumping sight of his clenched jaw and dark eyes

"Shut up, Munson" Tommy laughed to himself and leaned in closer so only Eddie and I would hear him "She'll always be mine"

I was quick to grab Eddie's shoulder and shove him back down when I felt him try to get up. Eddie shot me an angry look when Tommy finally walked away

"Why don't you want me to break his jaw, huh? You still like him or something?" I was taken back by his words as the group around us continued on with the game.

"What?" I laughed at how ridiculous his question was "I'd rather eat glass than let myself like Tommy again"

"So why can't I beat his ass?"

"Because he'll have you arrested. I'd rather not see you in jail, Eddie. What the hell's gotten into you?" I asked

"You." he grumbled to himself, looking down and laughing angrily to himself. I felt my heart thumping faster at his simple response "Did you hear him? He said you'll always be his"

"Yeah and so what? You know better than anyone that I fucking hate him"

"Then why didn't you pull away immediately?" I raised my eyebrows at his question. He can't be serious.

"Why didn't you pull away from Kelly?" I countered. Eddie's eyes darkened even further

"It's just a game" He used my own words against me. I rolled my eyes and looked across the circle to see Tommy staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, impulsively moving closer to Eddie. Eddie noticed immediately, his eyes softening just a bit when he saw how uncomfortable I was. No matter how irritated he was he could never stay that way towards me when he knew something was wrong.

He followed my anxious gaze across the circle to Tommy. When Eddie clocked Tommy's gaze he stood up, grabbing my hand as he did so. He helped me up onto my feet, pulling me flush against his chest the second I was up

"Eddie what-" before I could finish my sentence I was silenced by Eddie's lips crashing down onto mine

The second his lips were on mine I felt the entire world around us slow down. My mind went blank, fully focusing on the feeling of his smooth lips moving passionately against mine. The small part in his lips lit my skin on fire as his fingers tangled themselves in my hair to pull me in deeper. Our lips fit so perfectly together that I was having a hard time believing that this was really happening. Was my best friend that I've been in love with for years really kissing me like his life depending on it right now?

One of his hands came down to cup my jaw while the other was gripping my hip to keep me flush against him, the feeling of his cold rings against my burning hot skin bringing me back to reality. This was really happening.

Holy shit.

This is really fucking happening

When one of my hands slipped up into his soft hair a grunt left his lips, prompting him to pull back and rest his forehead against mine

That was when I remembered where we were.

The majority of the group we'd been sitting with were either smiling at us or cheering us on like they'd been betting on when this would finally happen. I noticed Steve slip Robin some money while Nancy gave me a quick thumbs up. I felt my cheeks heat up as I shrunk into Eddie's chest. Eddie held me tight, chuckling into my hair before kissing the top of my head. His body felt so relaxing and comforting until he suddenly tensed up. I looked up at him to see his eyes angrily focusing on something else

I followed his gaze to see Tommy mouthing the words 'She's mine' to Eddie with a cocky grin. Eddie's jaw clenched before he looked down at me to see that I saw what Tommy was doing

"Come on." He grumbled before linking our fingers together and suddenly yanking me off along with him. The group was quick to get back to the game as Eddie practically dragged me over to his van, which was parked behind some trees away from the group. "Get in" he ordered as he slid open the back driversside door. My heart was beating hard against my chest at his tone, not hesitating to obey him.

The second we were both in his van and the door was slammed shut behind him his soft lips were crashing back into mine. I gasped in shock but quickly settled into the passionate kiss

As our lips moved hungrily together I felt Eddie's hands slip up the sides of my shirt. The feeling of his calloused fingers against my searing hot skin sent chills through me as I gripped the collar of his jacket

"Too many clothes" Eddie breathed out against my lips. I took in a struggled breath as Eddie slipped his hands up my sides, taking my shirt with them "Please" the tone of his voice made my heart thump so hard that I was sure he could hear it. I gave him a quick nod of permission and in no time my shirt was tossed to the side.

Eddie's lips were slammed back to mine once my shirt was gone. He sat back against the backseat, getting a good grip on my waist before dragging me into his lap. My legs were straddling him as our lips moved together with a newfound passion that made both of us more and more desperate by the minute.

I eagerly pushed Eddie's jacket off his shoulders, letting my hand run across his jawline before slowly trailing down to his chest, coming to rest right over his heart. I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my hand when I softly bit down on his bottom lip, tugging on it as I pulled back from the kiss

"Fuck.." Eddie breathed out, eyes looking at me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world. I attempted to reconnect our lips only to be met with his hand roughly grabbing my chin. He pushed me back so he could look me in the eyes, giving me a stern yet cautious look "I'm gonna be rough with you, is that okay?"

"More than okay" I eagerly nodded as I spoke, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again. Eddie smirked at how desperate I was before pulling me back to his lips.

It didn't take long for his shirt to join mine on the floor of his van, my bra clad chest pressed against his as I laced my fingers through his soft hair. I suddenly felt Eddie roughly grab my ass, pulling me as close as possible before slapping my ass harshly. I whimpered against his lips only to earn another harsh spank coupled with his hand on my jaw carefully slipping down to my throat. I pulled back from the kiss to catch my breath

"Jesus, Eddie-" before I could finish my sentence a sharp slap was placed across my ass again. I couldn't even recover from the bruising slap before he roughly grabbed my throat and yanked me in close to him. My eyes went wide with shock as he clenched his jaw and looked me over. A dark determined look was in his perfect eyes as they met mine again, him leaning in a bit closer

"Do you know how insane you drive me? I've wanted you for years. Years, (Y/N).. and you chose him before me? That preppy fucking small dicked prick?" I let out a shakey breath at the stern tone in his voice

"Eddie.." I breathed out, taking a moment to collect my thoughts "I've wanted you since Freshman year" I admitted. Eddie's dark chuckle made a shiver shoot down my spine while his free hand began tugging my skirt up

"Guess I need to show you what you've missed out on then" he let go of my throat to let his hand trail down my body "Show you that you're mine, not that pansy ass daddy's boy's"

"Eds-"

"Shut the fuck up" he suddenly cupped my soaked core through my underwear. I gasped in surprised, gasp soon turning into a soft moan when the hilt of his palm applied pressure to my clit through the wet fabric "Or maybe you need to show me how sorry you are for kissing him in front of me.." his eyes were transfixed on my face as I clenched my jaw and released a shakey breath through my nose. A toothy grin spread across his lips when he realized that I was quickly turning into putty in his hands "You, my beautiful little Princess, are gonna ride me like the good whore you are"

"Excuse me?" I inquired, attempting to appear composed despite his palm rubbing small circles against my clothed clit

"Don't pretend like you're not soaking wet for me, Sweetheart" he cupped my vagina harder and pulled me forward so our chests were pressed together again. Eddie chuckled at my soft moan as he looped his finger around the crotch of my underwear. His knuckle was pressed softly against my slit "We can either keep going like this and see how frustrated you get or.. you can get my dick out and ride it" Eddie informed me. I felt his knuckle start to slowly drag up and down my slit, making sure to apply extra pressure to my clit when he reached his

"Jesus Christ, Eddie" I muttered, pushing myself up with my hands on his chest

"You make a decision?" He asked with a taunting tone. I bit my lip in anticipation as I closely examined his eyes. They had a dominant glint to them that I was fully expecting from him, but it sparked a bit of excitement in me nonetheless

"I'd like to chose option number 2, but I do have just one condition" I pushed past my want to grind down on his knuckle, looking him right into his lust-blown pupils

"Oh yeah? What's that, Sweetheart?" He asked, brushing my hair behind my ear with his free hand. I grabbed his hand as he lowered it, earning a cocked eyebrow from him. I smirked as subtly as I could, placing his hand flat against my chest

"I'll do whatever you want, but only if you choke me" I finally requested. Both of his eyebrows raised in surprised, a sly grin forming on his lips as he looked me over

"That's my girl" he commented. Suddenly he slipped his hand up and gripped my throat with a comfortable pressure. I let out a shakey breath, impulsively bucking my hips against his knuckle "I think you know what to do next, Princess" he nodded down to his pants. I wasted no time in undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips so I could tug his jeans and underwear down just enough for his cock to come out. My heartbeat sped up at the sight. I knew he was big, but I didn't think he was that thick. Jesus Christ "Hey" Eddie caught my attention. When our eyes met he loosened his grip on my throat "You want this, right?" He confirmed in a soft voice

"You have no idea how badly I want this, Eddie" I reassured him. He smiled lovingly before pulling me to his lips by my throat. As our lips moved carefully together I felt him move my underwear to the side.

His dick slipped over my clit as I leaned further into him, his hand coming up from my neck to cup my jaw. As his lips slowed against mine I felt his breath shudder at the feeling of his tip slipping through my folds. When he regained his composure he slipped his hand to the base of my skull, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me as deep as he could into the kiss. His lips were so fucking addicting. I wish I could feel them on mine every minute of every day

Soon I steadied my hips over him, my breath catching in my throat when I let his tip slip inside of me. Eddie's freehand came to tightly grip my hip, our lips slowing against each other once again in anticipation

Finally I completely lowered myself on him, both of us gasping once he bottomed out

"Holy shit" Eddie breathed out, pulling back from my lips so he could look to make sure I was okay. When he saw the pleasure fueled look in my eyes he grinned to himself "Atta girl.." his hand on my hip carefully lifted me up "Now come on, move for me. Show me how sorry you are" I nodded mindlessly as I quickly got lost in how good he felt inside of me

I pushed myself up so my back was straight, lowering myself back down on him. We both released shakey breaths before I finally began moving my hips at a consistent speed. Eddie's hands gliding along my hips sent sharp chills through my skin, my hips immediately faltering at the feeling

"So good" he reached up to swipe his thumb over my bottom lip, dragging it down just a bit before his hand fell to my thigh. It groped around my thigh a bit, his eyes watching my thighs like they put him in a trance before he removed his hand from them "Come on, Princess, faster for me" he encouraged, both hands leaving my hips as I attempted to move a bit faster

"You're supposed to help me" I panted out, laughing breathlessly as I stabilized myself on his shoulders

"You can do it, baby" he smirked, hands gliding back up my thighs briefly before making their way up my body. He stopped to grope at my boobs through my bra as I sped my hips up just a bit. I sucked in a short breath before gripping his shoulders tighter. My hips were soon bouncing on him at a steady rate, the tip of his cock slamming against my g-spot with every thrust "Holy shit" he hushed, eyes locked on my face while his chest rose and fell heavily "So fucking beautiful"

The tone of his voice coupled with his smooth groans pushed me to move faster. His dark eyes trailed down to my chest where they lingered on my boobs for a bit before going back up to watch my face intently. I felt one of his hands slip down to hold right under my breasts, fingertips digging into my skin a bit as he admired me. A sharp shiver ran down my spine at the contact, briefly interrupting the rhythm I had going

"Oh God" I groaned out, shutting my eyes for a moment to collect myself while his fingernails dug into my skin as tantalizingly as they possibly could. My hips were swiveling on him at a steady pace. Not fast but not slow either. When I opened my eyes again I noticed the smirk that was adorning his lips, another sharp shiver infecting my body at the sight. I released a shakey breath as I struggled to focus on the pace instead of his nails on my searing hot skin

"Keep going, Sweetheart. You were doing so good" he encouraged, free hand taking my hip in its grasp so he could help me move

I soon began moving again with his help, my fingertips digging deep into his shoulders. Brief bursts of pleasure were immediately back to shooting straight through my veins as I managed to get back to the pace that I had been at before. Pants were slipping from his lips with the occasional deep groan as his tip slammed against my g-spot over and over again

"There you go, baby" he breathed out, eyes completely fixated on me. I gasped desperately at the sound of his voice, my body falling forward into his chest as pleasure started to overwhelm my brain. My face buried itself in his shoulder as a deep pressure formed in my stomach from my suddenly impending orgasm "Nuh uh" he tutted breathlesy "I wanna see that pretty face"

His hands grabbed each side of my head, fingers bunching in my hair as he pushed me back from his shoulder. My back straightened, hair brushing against my shoulder blades with each bounce on his cock

"Fuck.." he breathed out, hands gripping the base of my skull as his dark eyes bored into mine "Look at you, huh?" His voice had a panting teasing tone to it as both his hands slipped down, one resting on my neck while the other continued down to my breasts. I felt the cool metal of his rings harshly pressing against my searing hot skin as his fingers flexed around my skin "Working so hard for me" he muttered, leaning his head back and letting a groan leave his lips as he watched me

"Holy shit" I managed to breath out. My hands were gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as I moved my hips as quick as I could. The shaking of his van was a dead giveaway of what was going on behind the thin metal doors and blanket covered windows, but I couldn't care less

"If only that prick could see you right now" Eddie gripped my throat a bit tighter "My desperate little Cock slut. You love my cock, don't you, Princess?"

"Oh God" my cry was broken as my nails dug deep into Eddie's skin "I love it. You feel so fucking good" I gasped when he pulled me close by my throat

"Scream it" he suddenly began thrusting sharply up into me, his tip hitting impossibly deep inside of me with every thrust

"Fuck!" Eddie loosened his grip on my throat so I could be louder "You fuck me so good" my voice was certainly audible to whoever walked by the van, which seemed to be exactly what Eddie wanted

"What are you?" I could hear his voice falter when my hips began to meet his thrusts

"Eddie.. fuck" I breathed out, the knot in my stomach straining hard as my eyes fluttered. Suddenly Eddie's hand harshly met my cheek before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him

"What. Are. You?" He asked again

"Your Cock slut!" I finally said at a volume that satisfied Eddie. Eddie groaned as he leaned his head back once again and released my chin

"Yeah you are. Good girl" I shuttered at the praise "Oo. You like that, Princess?" I could hear the mischievous grin in his voice. I nodded absent-mindedly as I felt my mind starting to go blank

"I.. Eddie.. plea.. please.." I couldn't form coherent thoughts as I tried to warn him of how close I was

"My perfect girl can't even talk. Cock drunk, aren't you, Princess?" He taunted. A deep moan slipped from him as my hips stuttered in their rhythm. The only response I could get out was a frantic nod and a desperate gasp of his name "Is my pretty girl gonna come for me?" I nodded once again, earning a raspy groan from him "Hold out for me, Sweetheart"

"Shit.." I hissed out, shaking my head no "C.. can't. I can't" I pushed out through my moans, looking him right in the eyes like I knew he wanted

"Feels too good, huh?" The taunting tone in his voice would normally make me want to smack him, but right now all I wanted was for him to demean me as my impending orgasm ripped through me "Fuck, baby. A little bit more" the tone of his voice and the slight sloppiness of his thrusts was a telltale sign that he was close too

"Eddie please" I squeaked out, mentally slapping myself for the tone of my voice "I need.. holy shit. Please" my inability to form my sentence brought Eddie closer to the brink "Fuck" I breathed out before letting my eyes meet his again. Once they did we both felt a deep seeded desire to be closer together. His arms wrapped tight around me, pulling me forward until our chests were pressed together. My arms were secured around his neck and shoulders, holding onto him for dear life while he managed to thrust even harder

I felt his soft lips begin to nip and suck around at my shoulder and neck between his brain melting moans, leaving tiny hickeys in his trail for everyone to see. My hand tangled itself in his soft hair, tugging at it in attempts to keep myself grounded

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby" he breathed out against my skin, holding me a bit closer to him "You feel so fucking good" I felt his hand on my shoulderblade move up to the back of my neck where he pulled my head down so it was resting in the nape of his neck. He turned his head so his lips could reach my ear, his pants sending shivers down my spine "You're mine, you understand?" His deep raspy voice made the pool of pleasure in the pit of my stomach even deeper than I thought possible

"Y-yes, Eddie. I'm.. I'm your's" I stuttered out, shutting my eyes as I struggled not to cum yet

"You're mine.. no one gets to touch you except me" he informed me, teeth nibbling softly at my earlobe "I love you so fucking much" he breathed out before his hand slapped my ass harshly. I yelped in surprise before moaning when he slapped my ass again

"Oh f-fuck.." I couldn't even focus on his words as the pleasure started to creep out from my stomach and spread to the rest of my body "E-Eddie.. I.. please.. let me come" I groaned his name again right in his ear, making a growling type noise leave his throat before he suddenly began thrusting up into me so hard that it left deep brusies on the back of my thighs "Eddie! Please!"

"Come for me, Princess" he ordered. Almost immediately the knot in my stomach snapped. Every single nerve ending in my body was on fire as my body convulsed against his. My hand in his hair yanked uncontrollably at it, making grunts leave him while he refused to let up on his thrusts. Soon, however, the feeling of my walls clenching and unclenching around him did him in "Fuck, (Y/N)" he groaned out, suddenly grounding himself deep inside of me and haulting all movements. I felt a warmth spread through me as he came, soft moans and groans slipping through his lips as he held me like his life depended on it.

Soon both our orgasm calmed down, both our breathing heavy and bodies shaking slightly. I completely collapsed forward on him, my arms and legs no longer able to support myself. Eddie chuckled against my neck, his arms tightening around me as he pulled me even closer

"Apology accepted, Sweetheart" he breathed out, hands rubbing my back soothingly as I attempted to even out my breathing. I laughed breathlessly and shook my head.

There was a short calm between us as we both caught our breath and brought our heart rates back to normal. Eddie carefully lifted me off of his softening cock, pulling me back to his chest once he was out. I felt his fingers tracing small shapes on my back as he thought to himself

"I'm um.. I'm sorry I jumped on you like that.. I couldn't take it anymore.. you have no idea how crazy it drives me when I see any other guy flirting with you.. especially when its that fucking prick.. You're mine.. and no one gets to touch you but me"

"It was just the game, Eds.. you know I'd never get back with him. I was hoping if I made the kiss really bad then he'd leave me alone" I breathlessly replied, my eyes shut as I hugged him a bit tighter. Eddie chuckled to himself as he rubbed my back soothingly

"Smart girl" he praised "And that's why I'm apologizing. I really shouldn't have jumped on you"

"It's okay. I liked it" I admitted

"Yeah?" He inquired with a smug tone

"Mhm" I hummed back, smiling to myself as I enjoyed the calm between us. Suddenly his voice from before began to echo around in my head. The words 'I love you so fucking much' were ringing out like gunshots once they crept back into my memory. I pushed through the weakness in my body to sit up straight in his lap and look at him with wide eyes

"Jesus Christ, baby, slow down"

"You love me?" I asked immediately. His face drained of all color when he finally realized his admission

"Shit.." he hushed, hands covering his face as it flushed red

"Do you really?" I wondered. Eddie chuckled to himself, dropping his hands and looking at me with eyes that I could've sworn read nervous

"Yeah.. I've been in love with you since we were kids.. I'm sorry I admitted it like that. I understand if you don't feel the same way.. I'm sorry if I ruined everything" his worried tone made my heart warm up just a bit. I leaned forward to cup his face, my fingertips toying with his hair behind his ear while my thumb slipped along his cheekbone

"I love you too, Eds" I quietly admitted. The nervous gleam finally left his eyes while his skin regained color

"Really?" He inquired eagerly

"I just let you fuck me senseless, Eddie. I'm pretty sure I feel the same" Eddie's cheeks flushed pink at my words as a shy smile spread across his lips. I smiled softly at him, eyes admiring his features before I pulled him forward to me.

Our lips met in a soft and slow kiss, his hand gingerly cupping my jaw to pull me in deeper. As our lips moved passionately together I felt my shaking legs begin to ache a bit, but I kept on with the kiss despite the ache. We slowly pulled apart, a delicate smile adorning both our lips as we did so. Our foreheads rested against each other as Eddie's hand dropped down to my thigh, thumb massaging into my skin

"Be mine?" His voice was just above a whisper, making my heart swell

"I'm already yours"

Dark to colorful

I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.