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Quiet Moments
You sat on the couch, a warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to focus on the movie playing in front of you. But your attention kept drifting to the man beside you. Pedro, with his easy smile and comforting presence, always seemed to draw you in, no matter how much you tried to focus on anything else.
"Hey, you okay?" Pedro asked softly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. His voice was warm, the kind that made you feel like everything was right in the world.
You nodded, but your smile gave away the fact that you were completely distracted. He chuckled, his gaze turning affectionate.
"You've been staring at your tea for the last five minutes," he teased, nudging you with his shoulder.
You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. "Sorry, just... thinking."
"About?" He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.
You shrugged, glancing up at him with a shy smile. "Just about how lucky I am to be here with you."
Pedro’s expression softened, his warm brown eyes locking with yours. The playful teasing from before melted away into something more sincere. "You know I feel the same way, right? You’re everything I could’ve asked for."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something comforting and reassuring about the way he spoke—like he was reassuring not just you, but also himself.
He reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing, gentle way that had become second nature between you two. The age gap didn’t matter in these moments—when the world felt like it was at peace, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s presence.
"How about we focus on the movie now?" Pedro suggested, grinning once more. "But you’re still my favorite distraction."
You laughed, your heart warm. "Deal," you said, leaning into him, feeling like you’d never want to be anywhere else.
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What is like dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn
Dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn together would likely be a wild and vibrant experience, filled with fun and excitement. Here's a scenario of what it might be like dating them:
**Doja Cat** would bring high energy, creativity, and spontaneity to the relationship. She's quirky, bold, and unafraid to express herself. You'd probably find yourself laughing often, going on wild adventures, and attending parties or creative events where her personality would shine. Doja might also enjoy showing affection in fun, unique ways—through music, playful teasing, and her quirky sense of humor. Expect fun social media moments with her, maybe even featuring in her TikToks or Instagram posts.
**Joseph Quinn**, on the other hand, would balance the energy with a calm, grounded demeanor. Known for his charm and low-key personality, Joseph would likely enjoy more intimate moments, like cozy nights in, cooking together, or watching movies. His thoughtful and caring nature would make you feel seen and appreciated. His subtle British wit would bring an added layer of humor to the relationship, complementing Doja's more flamboyant energy. With his background in acting, he'd enjoy deep conversations about art, film, and life.
Together, the three of you would form a unique dynamic—equal parts fun, thoughtful, and exciting. One moment, you might be at a glamorous event or concert with Doja, the next, you’re enjoying quiet, meaningful moments with Joseph. They would balance each other out, making every day a mix of creative chaos and heartfelt connection.
doja cat x reader x jseph quinn
Joseph Quinn as himself Eddie Munson in the Stranger Things Season 4 Bloopers (x)
joseph quinn at stranger con, november 6th 2022.
Sometimes I wish that the Duffers hadn’t managed to cast an amazing group of actors for ST so that it would be easier to see how abysmal at worst and mediocre at best the show really is.
Literally all of the most beloved moments, lines, and changes to characters/storylines are due to the actors’ improvisations and suggestions.
Poor joseph quinn thirsting over joe keery the same way joe is/was thirsting over dacre montgomery.
steve and eddie in that one scene:
Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) Dir. Matt Shakman
Johnny and Joseph appreciation post because I love them ♡
hii friend, i read your tom grant fic and i’m obsessed with it!! would you ever write for joseph quinn the actor? if you can could you maybe write something about joe and reader trying for a baby? if not it’s totally fine :) have a great day or night <333
trying ~ joseph quinn x reader
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warnings: smut ofc, 18+ only please <3, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), breeding press (aka my weakness), EXTREMELY fluffy and mushy, discussions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, joe steals the reader's birth control for like 4 seconds, reader is into it but acting neutral because she wants him to beg more lmao, joe makes reader come up with baby names during sex... it's freaky guys
As you turned your head to the side to look at him— laughing gently as he raised his glass to his lips, listening to a friend's story about how she got kicked out of a pub over a complicated misunderstanding— you smiled, too, and reached to give his knee a quick squeeze through his jeans. He looked back at you, offering a little smile just for you, and the conversation continued.
Later, when dinner was completed and the conversation had moved from the outdoor patio back to inside the flat, you were helping with dishes when the baby monitor went off. It was just a little at first, just a strange groaning noise coming through it, and then you saw the lights flash brighter and heard a proper cry between bouts of static. Drying your hands quickly, you popped your head out of the kitchen and saw the hostess first, thankfully.
"Jess, the monitor?" you informed her, interrupting a conversation as she turned.
"Oh, thank you," she sighed, excusing herself and slipping down the hall.
Joe, a member of the abandoned discussion, gave you a little cringe: "I hope we didn't wake her," he said.
"Oh, I doubt it," you assured him, "babies just wake up often."
Jess came back a few minutes later, and to everyone's pleasant surprise, she brought baby Cleo with her. Everyone was already in a chorus of "aww"s before she'd even explained why she was bringing her out; "I think she just wants some attention," Jess explained, and dinner guests began to gather around where Jess was standing with Cleo on her hip.
You waited until all the dishes were done to go out there and see the baby yourself, but by the time you came out, you were surprised to see her on Joe's knee— or maybe you were more surprised to see Joe acting a complete fool, making silly faces and noises at her to get her to smile.
"Oh, just in time," someone else noticed your arrival, "your boyfriend's fallen madly in love with this baby."
"That's a shame," you joked as you sat down next to him, "he was supposed to come home with me tonight."
You gave Joseph a kiss on the cheek, noticing Cleo's massive blue eyes on you as you leaned in closer to him. You mouthed hi! and waved at her, as she continued to examine you.
Her eyes followed your hand as you reached forward and hesitantly tickled her belly through the star-dotted onesie she had on, and she finally gave you a smile; you'd earned approval, for now. "Hi Cleo!" you greeted her aloud, tickling her tummy again, and she kicked her legs as Joe held her up on his knee.
"How old did you say she was again?" Joe asked Jess, without looking away from Cleo until he actually heard her answering.
"Seven months," Jess replied.
"Oh," Joe nodded, "is it easier now than when she was born?"
"She sleeps longer," Jess decided, "and I actually have some vague idea of what I'm doing, so that's nice."
Joe smiled and looked back at Cleo, who was looking at you as you talked to her about whatever you could think of. He moved her in closer to his lap, where her attention was suddenly taken by his necklace; he let her grab and tug on it for a while, until she yanked hard enough to be able to reach up and start pulling on his hair next.
"Ow," Joe frowned, and you laughed at his predicament— he was forced to stay hunched over in his own lap as she balled her fists in his curls.
"Oh, sorry, she's really into hair pulling right now," Jess cringed, reaching forward to try to help unlatch those little chubby hands. Eventually she was able to get her free, but of course, like anyone forced to stop touching Joseph's curls, she started to get upset. Just a little pout at first, then a whimper, then a proper cry. "Oh no," Jess mumbled, lifting her out of Joe's lap— though he started to reach for her again, before he stopped himself.
"Did I make her cry?" Joe asked, the genuine heartbreak in his voice making your own chest tighten.
"No, no, she's just fussy," Jess promised, "she's probably wet— I'll go change her."
Joe turned back to you and you reached up to brush your hand over his hair. "Looked like she was really going for it there," you noticed. "She didn't actually manage to rip any out, did she?"
But he didn't answer your question, instead blurting out, "I want one."
You laughed a little. "Well, when someone picks it up and takes it away to change the diaper, I'm sure it seems very appealing," you noticed.
He pouted a little, but the conversation changed before you could really press him on it— and all too soon, the evening came to a close. Jess thanked you for your help with everything, you insisted you wouldn’t let her host a dinner party on her own when she had a baby to take care of; Joe asked if he could say goodbye to her, but Jess explained that she was down for hopefully the entire night but promised they’d have another playdate soon.
You could tell Joe really was enamored by Cleo, due in part to how silent he was on the ride home. Then you got home, and he tolerated you making conversation about the party and the other guests, but there was that distance in his eyes.
“You’re still thinking about Cleo, aren’t you?” you noticed.
“Hm? Oh,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch. “Yeah, I am. She was so little!”
You laughed. “Yeah, I hear most babies are like that.”
“But she was so cute, god, you saw she looks just like Jess already,” he described, laying his head back on the couch, “but, you know, all fat and adorable.”
“Those blue eyes are her dad’s, though,” you recalled.
“Really?” Joe smiled— his cheeks seemed a little flushed, suddenly.
“C’mon, let’s get our teeth brushed and all so we can go to sleep,” you insisted, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him up off the couch, “some of us had a little more work to do tonight than just playing around with a baby.”
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He was doing that thing he did, where he wanted to say something but he hadn't found either the words or the nerve yet. But you could never get him to spit it out until he was ready, so you just sighed and let him stare at you as you got ready for bed.
Eventually he got in bed by himself, where he liked to wait for you until you were done with your routine, but you were having a hard time wrapping up since you couldn't find the final step. I swear I left them right here…
You rifled through the medicine cabinet for a bit, frowning. "Babe, have you seen my pills?"
"Um, yeah," he called back, "they're right here."
You came out to the bedroom to find him sitting up in the bed, holding the pack in his hand. "Give me those," you instructed.
"I will— I just wanna talk first."
"Joseph."
He frowned and tossed you the packet, which landed in your hands with a rattle. Before you'd even started to pop one out, he was jumping up to give you a tight hug. "Please, darling?" he whined, bending down and laying his head on your chest. "Please, please please—"
A second later, he was literally on his knees before you, clutching your legs, his chin resting on your hip as you looked down at him. "You're serious?" you noticed.
"It'll be so great, won't it? Our baby. You and me."
"It'll be great—"
"Yes!"
"— and incredibly difficult! You realize that they just keep growing up, right?"
"That's the best part!" he beamed. "Kids are even better than babies!"
"And teenagers?" you prompted crossing your arms.
"No no, don't do that," he pouted, reaching up to gently pull your arms open again, "you do that when you're about to say no to me."
You sighed and rolled your eyes, letting him hold your hands down by his face as he squeezed them a little.
"Yeah, teenagers can be annoying, sure," he continued, "but they're fun— you can really talk with them then. C'mon, I know you think I'm crazy but I really mean it. I wanna have a family."
"It's all pretty sudden, Joe… you saw one baby today for, like, an hour— and then you stole my pills!"
"Okay, first of all,” he defended, “I just… borrowed them.”
“Right.”
“And second of all, it’s not as sudden as you think. I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” he admitted. “I mean, really— since we met, I've been thinking about this."
You raised your eyebrows. "Really? And did you plan to ever make me privy to those thoughts?"
"Well… I am now!" he smiled, batting his eyelashes up at you. You sighed, and he stood up again, still clutching your hands. "It's okay if you don't want this, but seeing Cleo just made me wonder why I've been waiting so long. If I had it my way, you'd already be pregnant."
And it was impossible to keep hiding your smile when he said that. "I've been thinking about it too, Joe."
"Really?" he whispered, and you nodded. He hummed and gave you a kiss on the forehead; you wrapped your arms around his torso, laughing as he pulled you back onto the bed. "What did you think about?" he asked as he started to kiss down to your neck.
"Well— I mean, I just thought about it sometimes," you sighed. "What it would be like if you and I…"
"Yeah?"
"But it was just a fantasy!" you interrupted yourself.
"Let's make fantasy a reality, darling,” he purred, “don't take your pills tonight. Actually, you can just throw them out."
You whined as he rolled you onto your back, pressing his weight into you.
"Please, love? I want a baby so bad…" he whispered.
"I know," you breathed.
"You want it too, right? I know you do."
"And you do understand I'm not going to get pregnant tonight just because I'm not taking the pill?" you pointed out.
"So you're gonna stop taking them?" he grinned.
"I mean… I'm thinking about it," you admitted.
"Yeah, it won't be right away— that's the fun part, right? Trying. We can tell people we’re trying."
"Ew," you frowned, "let's not tell people that. It's just a socially-appropriate way of saying that we're constantly fucking."
"Yeah! That's why it's fun to say," he laughed. "Even if it won't happen tonight… we can still start practicing for when it really happens."
"Are you out of practice, suddenly?" you snorted. "Seems like you've been getting some practice in a couple times a week for the last— how long's it been, two years?"
"No, darling, this is different," he explained. "This isn't just fucking. It's… making love."
You rolled your eyes. "Oh, that's ridiculous."
"It's not! It's supposed to be special, making a baby and all," he whispered. "It won't be like what we usually do— no… hair-pulling, or anything…"
You frowned. "Well what's the fun in that?"
"The fun is that I'm going to get you pregnant," he explained, lowering his voice. "And it's gonna be my baby in you."
You bit your lip. He smiled, tapping you on the end of your nose with his finger.
“Gimme those pills, love, I’ll go chuck them for you now.”
“Joeeyyy,” you whined, the way you only did when he was doing something that made you wet against your better judgment.
He reached for your hand to take them away, but you laughed as you turned on your side and curled up so he couldn’t get to them. “You’re not going to make me take them from you, are you, sweetheart?”
“I mean, how bad do you want me off of them?” you challenged.
“Oh, don’t play with me now,” he warned with a purr, “you know I’m dead serious.”
You shrugged. “Are you though, really?”
He growled and started to
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” you replied.
“Then why don’t we go ahead and make a baby about it?” he encouraged.
You laughed, but nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay?” he beamed.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” you decided.
“Oh my god,” he breathed, kissing you hard as you kept smiling, “oh god, angel— I love you so much.”
He helped strip you of your pajamas— gently, but efficiently— as he kissed all over your heated skin. He continued whispering praises and thank yous and promises to get you pregnant as soon as he could
“I can’t wait, I really can’t wait,” he rushed against your neck, hands tight on your waist, “can you?”
You shook your head.
“I just know you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant,” he breathed, one hand ghosting over your stomach. “My baby, right here, making you all big— you’re gonna be fucking gorgeous.”
That was bad enough, and then his hand started moving lower and lower; of course you spread your legs for him right away, why wouldn’t you? He still mocked you quietly, though, asking if you really needed him that bad. You really did.
He just teased your aching pussy with his fingers for a moment, before he honed in on your clit and gave it a few slow circles. You hummed, letting your head fall to the side. “You feel ready for me,” he announced as pushed two fingers into you, making you whine and arch your back.
“God, Joe, I am,” you agreed, “need you inside me.”
“Soon,” he promised. “Gonna open you up a little more first, love, just be patient.”
He twisted his fingers around, curling them into your spot only for a moment at a time before pulling back and making you sigh in frustration
“Should I make you come on my fingers once, just to get you nice and soaked for me?” he wondered.
“N-no, fuck, wanna come on your cock,” you pleaded.
“Yeah? You want me to feel it when you come for me, right?”
“Yes,” you groaned, “please… please fuck me.”
“Now, what did I tell you?” he grinned. “It’s not fucking, darling.”
Funny how you were more embarrassed to say it the other way: “Please m-make love to me,” you whispered.
“That’s better, love,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek before climbing up on top of you; he was still wearing his thin golden chain, and it swung over your face. “I’ll do more than that— I’ll give you a baby. You want that?”
You smiled. “I think I’m the one giving you a baby.”
“Fair,” he chuckled, “okay— I’ll make love to you, and come inside you, and you’ll give me a baby. How does that sound?”
“Hmm,” you considered, “I mean, it sounds good, but—”
“Oh god—” he dropped his head onto your chest— “love, you’re driving me mad now…”
“I just want to make sure this is what you want,” you teased— and he knew exactly how full of shit you were, but he must have realized that he would have to play along anyway.
“C’mon, darling, I want this more than anything,” he breathed, lifting his head up again to look down at you closely. One of his hands found the top of your head and stroked your hair, keeping you from looking away. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want this— like I want our baby inside you now. Something made from how much we love each other, isn’t it perfect? And everyone will see us together and know that we’re in love, that we’re a family.”
You sighed a little, appreciating what that would be like; taking such a huge step from being partners, being boyfriend and girlfriend, to being parents together. It was obviously daunting, but it made you feel all warm and happy inside.
“When it’s here, I can carry it on my shoulders in the park, or you can push the pram, won’t that be nice?” he imagined with a wistful smile. “And our child will always know how loved it is, how much we wanted them— how desperate Daddy was that he told Mummy he’d do anything if they could have a baby together.”
“Anything?”
“Of course— you’re doing the most incredible thing for me,” he explained, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it, before he pulled it closer and kissed your fingers. “We can get married first, if you’d rather do it all in the normal order. But that doesn’t really matter to me, if I’m honest— we’re a family either way.”
“You’re really into this whole ‘baby makes three’ thing, huh?” you chuckled, but he cut you off with a slow, gentle kiss. It changed the mood entirely, especially once you relented to it and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“Yeah,” he finally agreed when he pulled away, leaving you blinking and trying to catch your breath after a kiss like that. “I’m really into it.”
You only gave him a little breathless nod, but that was enough of an approval for him: he pressed himself into you, watching your face as your body gave way and took him inside. He was as deep as possible in less than a second, keeping a focused expression as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips.
“Darling,” he breathed, “you feel so perfect— doesn’t it feel different, knowing it’ll really mean something?”
You nodded again, keeping your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling, on how perfectly he fit inside you, on how his hands felt holding you tightly and keeping you close.
He kissed you again, just for a second before he started to kiss different places on your face, moving his hips (finally) though keeping you on edge with how slow he was going. “D’you want a boy or a girl?” he asked, pressing his smile against the side of your face.
“Boy,” you blurted out— something about the way he was moving inside you made all pretense fall away, and you could speak purely on instinct.
“No, no way,” he laughed, “our first has got to be a girl. Think of all the sweet little things we can dress her in!”
“Our first? There’s more?” you gasped— partially because of what he said, mostly because he was holding your hips tight and keeping you close so you had to feel every thrust in the deepest parts of you. You could barely believe he was keeping up conversation this well while fucking you like this…
“At least two more,” he announced.
“Fuck, and who’s having the other two? ‘Cause I only signed up for one,” you countered.
“I think you’re going to like it,” he decided, “and you’ll be the one begging me for a second. For your little boy you apparently want.”
“I just said that randomly,” you insisted, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Don’t read into it.”
“Yeah? What would you name a boy, then?”
“Daniel,” you answered far too quickly. “O-or James…”
“Hm,” he smiled, “I like James better. They’re both pretty traditional— why not something a little more adventurous?”
“Such as…?”
“I dunno… Wolfgang,” he offered, seemingly off the top of his head, and you snorted.
“Oh, I didn’t realize we were having a German baby,” you laughed.
“Doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re having a girl anyways,” he decided, kissing you just beside your ear, picking up his pace inside you just a bit. “I know it. I already know it.”
“Could always name the girl Wolfgang,” you panted, hoping to sound composed even though you were on fire inside.
“Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, gently biting on your earlobe for a moment. “I always wanted to call a girl Agatha.”
“You’re joking,” you hoped, flatly.
“Or Penelope,” he added.
“We’ll go with that one,” you decided, whimpering when one of his hands grabbed your thighs and held your leg at a deeper angle— it made everything more intense all of a sudden. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in, and heard him hum proudly.
“Do you just really like that name, or do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked playfully.
“Please, just a little faster,” you begged, “jus’ need a little more, Joe, please, please…”
“Shh,” he soothed quietly, moving to hover above you again and lifting both of your legs this time, “m’gonna give you want you need, darling, if you just trust me, okay?”
He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and leaned down over you— he hadn’t even moved yet and your whole body tensed up, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.
“How’s that feel?” he asked with a knowing grin as you reached down to grab the sheets under you for dear life. “It’s not too deep, is it?”
“Oh my god,” you moaned, “I— Joe!”
You couldn’t say anything else because he gave you a sudden, sharp thrust that made you feel like his cock was in your chest or something. How could it be this deep, how could anything be this deep?
“Fuck,” you cried, toes curling where they were suspended in the air behind his head. Apparently you were more flexible than you realized— and closer to coming, too.
“You’re so wet,” he noticed with a sigh, “my god, darling, you’ve really soaked my cock, just because I said I was going to get you pregnant? That’s all it takes?”
Whimpering, you nodded while holding your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I will,” he promised, his own voice finally showing signs of his desperation— he could only keep his cool for so long. “I will, love, I promise.”
His hands found yours, and pinned them to each side of your head as your fingers weaved together. It didn’t take much more of that for you to come— intense and nearly overwhelming, yes, but sort of… comfortable, too. Not as harsh and sudden as it had been with him before, not the kind to make you scream or sob or anything. Those were like being thrown into the deep end; this one was more like laying on the beach and feeling each wave slide over the sand and wash higher and higher up your body until you were immersed in it— but without that pesky drowning thing. It was much more pleasant than that.
“Beautiful,” he whispered to you as he watched you go under, “so fucking beautiful— I love you so much, sweetheart.”
“Love you too,” you gasped out.
He choked a little on his groan; “Again,” he demanded, “say it again.”
“I love you,” you promised, “Joe, I love you so so much…”
He squeezed your hands, and you were too weak and limp now to properly squeeze them back. “I-I’m gonna come,” he stammered between heavy breaths, “please, darling— I can come inside, right? Let me come inside you, love, I need to…”
“Yes,” you breathed, back arching deeper, “yes, fuck, of course you can.”
He bit his lip, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes that captured you completely. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he promised, speaking in a low voice that made a shiver run up your spine, “but I’m not gonna stop. Okay?”
Fuck. Was that even physically possible?
“Can you take it, love?”
You whimpered, but nodded confidently. You could hardly tell he was coming when he did it while still fucking you just as fast— his hips rutted into yours and each flex of his cock seemed to be timed just right with when he was deepest inside you. Even when you thought you were totally spent, you managed to arch your back a bit more without even meaning to.
He’d been putting more effort into keeping himself partially upright than you realized, because when his strength gave out and he partially collapsed onto you, it forced your legs even closer to your chest— and then you were both delirious from the feeling.
He was just as loud as you, moaning into your neck and the pillow under you as he moved way faster than before, letting go of one of your hands so he could grab your thigh instead to keep you still.
“Fuck,” he grunted, “fuck, darling— I can’t stop until I give you everything.”
“Don’t,” you agreed, “don’t stop… that’s what I want, I want everything. I want e-every drop of you inside me…”
He hissed through his teeth briefly before he kissed you again; this kiss was a lot more feverish than the last, so much more desperate and filled with moans and gasping breaths against each other.
“Oh, fuck!” you whined when he shifted his hips a little lower and forced his cock right into that spot— the one that was all swollen and sensitive from the last time you came. “Fuck, baby, please—”
Maybe if he were a little more conscious he would say something all witty and mocking like, is that a pet name or a request? But he was fighting to keep from falling apart already, fucking into you desperately and quickly even though you were both overstimulated and there was a mix of your and his come starting to make a patch on the silk sheets.
His mouth was slack and open right above yours, and he was getting louder and louder as his hands held yours so tight it was almost painful— it would’ve been very painful, actually, if your hands and feet weren’t already going numb.
When you came again, it was the last straw for him— he let go of your hands to grab onto your shoulders, for some reason, and let out a shaky whining sort of noise; he stopped moving and you really felt it now, the pulsing of his cock inside your sore channel. You felt full and dizzy and sleepy, the outside of your body entirely limp while your insides kept flexing in spite of the exhaustion.
He let go of your hands, slowly, and used his new freedom to carefully guide your legs down— around his waist, instead, and not held up on his shoulders. You hissed from the soreness in your hips, but relaxed as he trailed slow, gentle kisses along your cheek.
“So,” he began with a sigh, “that was…”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement.
You both returned to catching your breath for a moment, while his thumb stroked the upper part of your thigh gently— it did more to soothe you than you expected.
“You came twice,” you noticed.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“H-how…?”
His face came back up so you could get a proper look at him— flushed and sweating, a loose curl sticking to his forehead, glassy-eyed and wearing a tilted smile— and you felt yourself clench inside again at just how pretty he was. “I guess I was just feeling… extra inspired,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose as he brushed hair away from your face with his hand. “Did you like it?”
“Like it?! Fuck, it was so hot,” you laughed. “I mean, you barely even slowed down…”
“What can I say? I really, really want to get you pregnant.”
You shivered. “Well now I really, really want to be pregnant.”
“I bet it won’t take us too long,” he decided. “But we should start tracking your cycle and everything, make sure we’re doing everything right… here, while I’m at it—”
He reached past your head and grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips to slide it underneath them before he set you back down— all without pulling out.
“I’ve heard it helps it all stay inside,” he explained.
“You’ve really prepared for this, haven’t you?” you noticed, and he looked at your face carefully.
“If you’re really not sure, it’s not too late to just take the pill tonight and go back to normal,” he reminded you, leaning down closer again. “I won’t be mad or anything.”
“No, this is what I want,” you promised. “So, so much.”
He smiled and kissed you quickly, though you reached up and weaved your fingers into his curls so you could pull him back down for more. “Are we trying again tomorrow?” he wondered, speaking quietly into the kiss.
“First thing,” you smiled.
Eddie Munson x Reader
Mechanic
Summary- When Y/N's truck breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins, she calls a mechanic, who happens to be Eddie Munson, and he comes to her rescue.
Trigger warnings- talk of injury, cussing
Word count-2.3
"No, please no, not now!" Y/N cries as her truck comes to a sputtered stop. She drops her head onto her hands that rest on the steering wheel, willing herself not to cry. Her day could not get any worse. A strange noise made the girl raise her head from her hands, seeing the engine emitting black smoke from under the hood. Spoke too soon, Y/N thinks to herself.
The upset young adult throws her truck door open, stepping out of the vehicle, but not before popping the hood open. She walks to the front of the truck and opens the hood to look at the damage. She props the hood on the hood strut, waiting for the smoke to clear so she can get a better look at the engine.
The girl has some knowledge of cars, only learning how to fix some problems because of her truck. The truck was older than her, meaning she got it from her parents before they moved halfway across the world, but not before mentioning all the problems the old vehicle has, just as they were walking to the plane, stunning the poor girl.
"Stupid piece of shit! Shoulda scraped you with the rest of dad's shit vehicles!" Y/N yelled at the truck, kicking the tire while she ranted. In turn, the truck let out a whine, almost as if it was replying to the flustered girl.
She went back to looking at the engine, sticking her hand down into the heart of the truck, but quickly pulled it back when the hot metal burned her hand, leaving a nasty red mark on the back of her hand. The girl kneeled down, her hand still sitting on the truck where the hood sits. Her left hand rested over her eyes as she took deep breaths, trying to figure out what to do.
Deep in thought, the girl didn't hear the sound of the hood strut snapping in two, causing the heavy metal hood to fall, landing on her burned hand. Y/N cried out as she shot up from her kneeling position, opening the hood as fast as she could to get it off her hand. Once it was finally off, she cradled her clearly broken hand to her chest, letting a single tear fall down her face.
Y/N slammed the hood closed, cussing under her breath as she got back into the cab of her truck, cranking the key with her left hand, seeing if by some miracle the vehicle would start, but to no avail. The truck sputtered slightly before going silent, refusing to turn on. Y/N sighed, looking at her surroundings, and seeing a gas station not very far up the road. She grabbed the keys out of the ignition, picked up her wallet, and exited the truck, slamming the door with force, making the metal groan when it hit the frame. Y/N didn't even care, she just started her walk to the gas station, cradling her hand to her chest.
When the angry young woman got to the station, she saw a pay phone, walking into the building to ask the clerk a question. "Welcome to John's quick stop gas station and cafe, how can I help you?" The older clerk asked from behind the counter when Y/N stepped up.
"Yeah hi. Do you have the number for a mechanic in town? My truck broke down, then decided it wanted to break my hand with the hood. Someone reliable would be preferred, please." She said, resting her hand on the counter. The sixty-something-year-old clerk gave her a worried smile, before she wrote something down on a sticky note, handing it across the counter.
"This is the best shop we have in Hawkins, but ask for Eddie Munson, he won't charge you an arm and a leg to fix your car. Payphone is right out there. Come back inside when you get off the phone and I'll get you something for your hand darlin'." The sweet clerk said to the younger woman, smiling sympathetically at her. Y/N smiled at her, walking out to the payphone to call the number on the paper.
Y/N dialed the number, putting the phone up to her ear, waiting for someone to answer.
"Greasy hands car mechanic, this is Eddie speaking." Y/N heard a deep voice say on the other end.
"Yeah, is this Eddie Munson?" She asked in her best phone voice.
"Sure is, sweetcheeks. What can I do for you today?" The guy said on the other end.
"Yeah, my truck broke down and I need a mechanic. I was told you're the best in town. Do you think you could come out and tow my truck for me?" She asked, hoping the clerk was right about him not charging tons for a fix.
"Sure can. I just need your location and name and I'll be out with a tow truck in no time." 'Eddie' said to Y/N, causing her to sigh out in relief. She proceeded to give him her location, thanking him before hanging the phone up. Y/N then walked back into the gas station, smiling at the clerk as she disappeared into the back, only to emerge a few seconds later with an ice pack for her hand.
"Go on and get yourself a drink and something to eat, it's covered darlin'." The clerk smiled at Y/N, shooing her to find something she liked in the store.
"Thank you so much. You're so sweet." Y/N said when she found what she wanted. As the older lady turned around, she fished some money out of her wallet, placed it on the counter for her, and walked out the door to sit and wait for this 'Eddie' guy to show up.
"Oh, you sneaky little thing!" The clerk said once she turned around and saw the money on the counter, but nonetheless put it in the cash register.
~*~
Y/N sat on the tailgate of her truck, eating the sandwich and drinking the soda she grabbed, watching the different cars drive by.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only half an hour, she saw the tow truck pull up, backing up to her truck to hook it up. The driver's side door opened, and out stepped a guy not much older than Y/N, walking over to her. He had long, curly hair that just hit his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. He wore a grey uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a bat tattoo on his left arm.
"You must be Y/N?" He asked, receiving a nod from said girl. "I'm Eddie. What seems to be going on with this thing?" He asked, walking to stand in front of Y/N to talk.
"I'm not sure. It just died on me. I just replaced the carburetor and fuel line less than a month ago, so it's not that. I'm not sure what it could be, to be honest." Y/N said, looking at Eddie as he nodded his head.
"Well, let's get it back to the shop and I'll have a peek at it for you." The long-haired man said, smiling lightly at Y/N. She nodded her head, letting him do his stuff.
Once the truck was hooked up and in position on the back of the tow truck, Eddie told Y/N to get into the passenger side. She did as told, closing the door and buckling her seatbelt. Eddie got into the driver's seat not long after, starting the vehicle up and putting it into gear.
Neither Eddie nor Y/N talked for a while on the way to the shop, sitting in silence, the only sound coming from the tape Eddie had put into the tapedeck on his drive over. Y/N sat, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, trying her best to stop the throbbing pain she felt in it. Eddie noticed this, and questioned her about it.
"What'd ya do to your hand?" He asked, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him.
"Oh, I'm pretty positive I broke it. I was looking in the engine earlier and stuck my hand down into it, but got burnt so I kneeled down with my hand still on the truck, and the stupid hood strut snapped in half, causing the hood to fall on my hand. I shoulda scrapped the piece of shit a long time ago." Y/N replied, snorting softly at the end.
"Well, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something to get that looked at?" Eddie asked, concern lacing his deep voice.
"Nah, I'm fine. I can wait a while." Y/N simply countered, gently resting her hand down on her jean-covered thighs.
~*~
"Well, it looks like the alternator and a few spark plugs went out. I took a look at the rest of the engine and the oil filter and water pump are going out. The engine looks like it's about fifty years old, so everything is running on its last legs. I would suggest a whole new engine at this point." Eddie said to Y/N, gauging her reaction.
"What happens if I don't do the whole new engine?" She asks, standing at the counter, looking at Eddie, who stood on the other side, behind the counter. She was watching Eddie with interested eyes, her eyes scanning his face, down his neck then back up, looking at the bun he had thrown his hair into when he got back to the shop.
"Well, if you don't replace it, everything is just going to keep going out, giving you problems, making it harder for the truck to run until it just stops altogether like it did today." Eddie explained, waiting for the girl to reply.
"If I replace it, how much are we talking it'll cost?" She questioned, scared of his answer.
"We're lookin' at around three grand. But that's with new everything. The whole engine will be brand new, right from the factory." Y/N eyes widened, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. She rubbed her left hand on her forehead, thinking everything over. "But, I can make a couple calls, see where you can buy a new engine at the best price here in town. I know a few people that will give me a good price on one." Y/N nodded her head, Eddie pulling out some papers from a filing cabinet behind him, and starting to write on them
"Alright, I guess we'll have to do that, I don't have much of a choice here. When can you start on that?"
"I'll have to call a few people and as soon as I do that, and determine where the engine will come from, it will take about a week, two at the most to get it in, swap the engines out and tune the new one to your truck. I can work fairly quickly once the engine gets here. I can start today, pulling the engine out and seeing what I can save from it to maybe sell, get you a little bit of cash from what is salvageable, scrap the rest of the engine and get money off of that too. Let me finish this paperwork and I'll do that. Do you have someone that can pick you up, take you to get that hand looked at?" Eddie asked, pointing his pen at her bruising hand.
"Um, no I don't have anyone. I was just moving here when my truck broke down. I don't know anyone here. Do you have a phone book I could use to call a cab?" Y/N asked, rubbing the back of her neck.
"No, I'm not gonna make you call a cab. It's actually passed quitting time for me, this is all overtime. I can take you to the hospital and take you to your place after." Eddie explained, smiling up at Y/N, making butterflies erupt in her stomach. Said girl nodded her head, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
~*~
"Alright, what's your new address so I can drop you off?" Eddie asked once Y/N got back into his van from the hospital, a dark blue cast on her right hand.
"Um, you can just drop me off at a motel, I don't actually have a place to live yet." Y/N said, a blush once again creeping up her cheeks.
"What? I can't let a pretty girl like yourself stay in a random motel here! You can stay with me. My uncle works nights so he's not home at night and sleeps through the day when he gets home, so he won't mind."
"No, I can't let you do that. I'll be fine in a motel, you've already done so much for me." Y/N said, giving Eddie a very faint smile.
"Please, I insist. It would make me feel better knowing such a beautiful girl like yourself is safe at my place, not in some creepy ass motel in the middle of town. Just let me take care of you. I mean, after all, you're making my paycheck with your broken-down truck. It's the least I can do. Please?" Eddie begged, trying to convince the girl in front of him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he just didn't want to let Y/N go, he found her incredibly beautiful and sweet. He wanted to get to know her more, maybe take her on a date. But he wouldn't admit that out loud.
"Okay, I'll stay at your place. But you have to let me cook for you. It will be my way of saying thank you, even though it's not much. And I won't take no for an answer!" Y/N said, a smile pulling on her lips. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing to what she said, deciding it wouldn't be so bad to have a homecooked meal instead of the same microwave meals he has every night.
"Yeah alright. I can live with that. Now, if you're going to be living with me, I need to know a bit about you. Tell me about yourself, pretty lady." Eddie said, looking over at the girl next to him, a smile of his own on his lips. Y/N looked down, her smile widening as she shook her head, starting to tell Eddie about herself.
Eddie Munson, Ladies and Gentlemen!
“There is a phrase that is rallied around the business: ‘Take your work seriously, but never yourself’. That is something that I hold onto. So much of it is about managing your life and making your life as simple as possible so that when you’re given an opportunity eventually to go and make crazy things with crazy people, you feel like you can.”
Joseph Quinn covers Wonderland
mood pt. 5 - when you fall down the weird internet rabbit hole
So apparently the potential Spotify account of Joseph Quinn has deleted a bunch of playlists.. what did y’all expect after being super fuckin invasive?? He’s still a person, don’t be weird
Play Pretend | Part 2
Summary: As the pair begins dating, Jason Carver finds out about their scheme of a maintaining a ‘fake relationship’ only when he’s around. In the end, something happens which ends up accidentally convincing him that they are dating.
Warning: NSFW +18, lots of smut, swearing, fingering, making out, implied sex, dirty thoughts, quickie in a closet, unprotected sex, very detailed descriptions
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Type: Continuation of Part 1
Word Count: 5,333 words
Part One Here
The day was illuminated with special pale beams of winter sunlight, streaming through the small peeks in the grey clouds. The large pine trees were standing starkly in the winter morning, baring down due to the heavy burden of snow. A few long silvery icicles were dangling on the edge of the overhangs of the trailers in the park, sparkling and twinkling in the vibrant morning sunlight.
A thick layer of ice was stretched across the entire length of the mud driveway, freezing under the cold temperature of the atmosphere. The window plains were covered in layers of dry frost, showcasing a number of little designs and details on the snow. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground and it sparkled in the sunlight. It had snowed a couple inches during the night.
In the trailer, the alarm clock began blaring the most obnoxious sound to wake up the occupant. His silver ringed hand stretched out from underneath the warmth of heavy blankets, blindly searching for the off button on the clock. His hand finally collided with the button, which instantly silenced it’s blaring sounds.
Most reluctantly, Eddie went to climb out of his bed. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his face muscles in hopes of waking himself up. He blinked a couple times before a thought suddenly shot into his head. His eyes widened in realization.
Quicker than anything, Eddie whipped his head around to look over the stretch of his shoulder. His gaze fell to the spot beside his own in bed, but it was empty. An indent on the pillow, the wrinkled sheets, and the discarded blankets meant that someone had been laying there if not so long ago.
Upon seeing the empty bed, Eddie slouched his shoulders in a slightly disappointed manner. Then he stood to his feet. He went over to the other side of the room where his boxers had been lazily discarded. He pulled them up and over his waist.
The first thing he did was light a cigarette. With the cigarette being held between his lips, he waltzed out of his room. He went to the wall phone, picking it up and holding it to his ear before punching in a handful of numbers. He waited patiently as the line rang until the receiver said that nobody was available. He hung up the phone a little too harshly.
“Shit,” Eddie whispered to himself.
It only took Eddie ten minutes to get ready for the day. But he blindly searched for his signature leather jacket which had mysteriously disappeared over night. He could recall wearing it home last night and throwing it on the chair, but now it was simply gone. So instead, Eddie chose to wear his old jean jacket.
He shrugged the jacket over his shoulders and shifted until it was just right. He popped his hands into the two pockets, halting in his place. He had felt something in his right pocket. He lowered his gaze to stare down at his hidden hand before pulling out a little piece of lace black fabric. It was a familiar piece of clothing and it wasn’t hard to narrow down who it belonged to.
“That sly little fox!” Eddie exclaimed. But he couldn't help smile to himself. He stuffed the panties back into his pocket.
At Hawkins High School, Y/n had just entered the combination of her locker and proceeded to open the door. She stuffed her backpack inside before she tried collecting her textbooks for her next class.
On the other end of the hallway, Eddie spotted her standing at her locker. He stopped in his steps when he saw that she was wearing his black leather jacket, which was far too big for her. He smirked because he actually liked seeing her wear his clothes. He walked right up to her and stood beside her.
“You left pretty early this morning,” Eddie claimed. He looked over the top of her head so he didn’t have to make eye contact with her. It was always awkward having to address what happened the night before.
“Yeah. Well, I had to study for Mrs Bell’s--” Y/N began.
“Mrs Bell’s exam,” Eddie finished. He snapped his fingers together as if he had just remembered about that exam. “That’s right. I forgot about that.”
“Well, we were supposed to study for it last night.” She explained. She sent him a small smirk through the corner of her eye.
“I studied,” Eddie exclaimed while throwing his hands up in defense. “Something else. Someone else,” Eddie corrected.
“Eddie,” Y/n spoke to him in an almost warning tone of voice. “We are in the hallway. Anyone could hear us,” Y/n insisted.
“Did you like it?” Eddie smirked.
“I’m not gonna answer that,” Y/n said. She turned to look into the contents of her locker. She could feel her cheeks heating up and she swore they were probably a bright blush color now.
However, there were images flashing in her mind of their sensual actives from the night before. She remembered arching her back off the mattress as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. She recalled weaved her fingers through the dark mess of curly hair in hopes of pulling him closer. Then, that one unforgettable image of when she looked down to see his head between her thighs as he absolutely devoured her.
All this time, Eddie also couldn’t stop thinking about their late night activities. How their bodies created the most delicious friction together. How their bodies rocked into each others in a synchronized harmony. How the both of them were able to have such satisfying releases.
The sound of a random locker slamming shut had pulled them both back to the nature of reality. They subconsciously cleared their throats in an awkward manner. But Eddie saw the evident blush on her face and called her out on it.
“Come on,” Eddie provoked. “You liked it. Just say it.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Y/N confessed smartly.
“Is that so?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Mhmmm,” Y/n hummed. She bit her lip. Then she nodded her head in confirmation.
Slowly, Eddie shifted to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his head down to rest on the perch of her shoulder. His lips just barely grazed the shell of her ear.
“You were so warm last night,” Eddie recalled in a soft whisper. Though it had been a cold winter’s night, he wasn’t necessarily referring to keeping warm with her under a blanket. Rather, what part of her body hugged him last night. “So tight,” Eddie clarified.
“Eddie,” Y/n rasped almost breathlessly.
Carefully, Eddie trailed his lips down the side of her face. He tucked his head into the crook of her neck. He began pressing the most soft and gentle kisses on her skin. This only brought up memories from the night before when his kisses caused her to moan his name.
In the distance, Dustin was watching the two of them interact by his own locker. His face was twisted to show his utter disgust. He stuck his tongue out and made a small sound of repulsion.
“They’re really all over each other,” Dustin commented. He began to collect his books from his locker.
“Yeah,” Lucas sighed to himself without looking up, but he knew exactly who his friend was talking about.
“You don’t think they're actually dating, do you?” Dustin wondered. He glanced back at his two friends standing by their lockers. If they weren’t dating, then they would be going on two months of faking dating just to keep up that image.
“Who knows,” Mike said with a small shrug.
“I don’t think they are. It’s all just a front, remember?” Lucas replied.
All of the sudden, Dustin let out a loud gasp. He dropped his textbooks, which made a loud thump sound on the ground. His hands flung to the sides of his head. His eyes were so wide.
“Guys!” Dustin exclaimed. He thought of the worse thing possible in his mind. “What if they’ve had sex?” Dustin implied.
“I don’t think they’ve had sex,” Lucas said slowly because it seemed so unlikely.
“No?” Dustin perked up. He went to pick up his books.
Unbeknownst to them, Jason Carver was making his way through the heavily crowded hallways. He had spotted the infamous couple on the other end of the hallway, which only caused him to halt in his place. He scoffed at them.
“I just wanna know how much longer they’re gonna keep this whole ‘fake dating’ thing going,” Dustin replied. He didn’t know that he had been heard by someone other than his two friends.
As if on cue, Jason spun around on the heels of his feet. He looked directly at the young freshman with full blown eyes. He took a single step forward to grab his shoulder. He made him face him while shoving him slightly back into the lockers.
“What did you just say?” Jason almost demanded. His face was already turning hot red with fury and anger.
“N-Nothing,” Dustin tried.
“No. I heard you,” Jason claimed. He pointed an accusing finger at him, slightly jamming it into the kid’s chest. “You said fake dating.”
“I didn’t say that,” Dustin lied once again. He shook his head in denial. “I have a lisp so you probably heard something else,” Dustin tried to cover his tracks.
“I know what I heard,” Jason said through gritted teeth. He shoved him back into the lockers a little. He took a step back. Then Jason turned his head to look at the couple. “And I know exactly who you’re talking about,” Jason concluded.
“They’ve had sex!” Dustin exclaimed, thinking that this comment would convince him that they were in a serious relationship. He quickly covered his mouth because he feared he might have said that a little too loudly.
“You’re lying,” Jason stated. He proceeded to send a pointed finger towards the couple in the distance. “They’re lying.”
In that moment, Jason could see the two of them walking away from her locker. He had just closed her locker door. Then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear, which made her smile and laugh.
If anything, this only fueled Jason’s hatred and anger directed towards Eddie. He had despised him and his group of misfits for some years, but he really started hating him when he stole his old crush from him. Now, he finds out that they both lied to him about their relationship. He was livid.
“And I’m gonna kick his ass for it,” Jason claimed.
Without hesitation, Jason moved to stand in the center of the hallway. He cupped his hands over his mouth so his words would sound louder over the commotion in the hallway.
“Hey Munson,” Jason called out loudly.
Upon hearing his name, Eddie lifted his head and looked directly at Jason. He stopped to stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly. He raised his eyebrows in a slightly surprised manner.
“You’re dead,” Jason stated firmly. He pointed at him.
Without waiting a second to figure out what he was talking about, Eddie and Y/n began running down the hallway in the exact opposite direction. The two of them hurried past other students, muttering apologies as they made their getaway. They figured the jock was following close behind them.
Since Eddie was pretty tall, he could look over his shoulder and over the heads of the other students. When he did this, he spotted Jason maneuvering his way through the sea of students at full speed. He had a feeling he knew what he was upset about. Their whole fake dating situation probably got out and now he knew about it.
This was the only plausible explanation since Eddie hadn’t done anything necessarily wrong against the basketball player for a couple weeks now. He safely concluded that he must have found out, which would explain why he was so pissed off.
In that moment, Eddie and Y/n rounded the corner to enter an empty hallway. Silently hoping that they had lost him, the two of them ended up pressing their backs to the wall. They panted heavily to themselves, hoping to regain their breath and composure.
All of the sudden, Eddie realized that he was standing right next to a closed door. He took a quick glance at the name plate and discovered that it was a janitorial closet. He rapidly opened the door to step inside. Then he proceeded to take her hand and pull her into the closet with him. He closed the door behind them, locking it in the process.
“What are you doing?” Y/n whispered in a loud tone of voice. She turned to face him with a slightly frustrated look on her face. “We can’t just hid out in the janitor’s closet. He’ll find us,” Y/n explained.
“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said breathlessly since he was still trying to catch his breath.
The little janitor’s closet was about the size of every other closet in the school. It was a small, cramped space. It was littered with cleaning equipment along with a whole self of cleaning products. There was a tiny window on the door of the closet. It was hard to see through the window since there were metal slits blocking their view. Certainly, nobody could look into the closet through the window by the way the slits were angled. But the occupants inside the closet could see into the hallway.
Carefully, Eddie and Y/n shuffled to stand by the small window so they could see out into the hallway. They almost immediately spotted the head of the basketball team searching blindly for them. He paced back and forth, searching in every single direction. He knew they couldn't have gone far.
As they peered through the small window, her back was pressing against his chest given the amount of space. He subconsciously moved his hand to lay on her waist so he could steady himself. She just briefly glanced over her shoulder at him. They were still panting heavily to themselves, mentally cursing for breathing so loudly. They wondered if he could hear them.
All of the sudden, Jason’s head whipped towards the closed door in the hallway. This caused Y/n to let out a small gasp, but she was quickly silenced when Eddie covered her mouth with his hand. He held her back against his body, keeping a firm grip on her.
Slowly, Jason began taking a few steps forward. His eyes were locked on the closet door as if he were expecting something to happen behind his back. The two occupants quietly shuffled backwards so that they were directly in front of the door. They couldn’t see him through the window anymore, but they did see the shadows of his two feet from the slit under the door. They held their breath.
On the other side of the door, Jason went to grab hold of the doorknob. But he stopped himself last minute. Instead, he concocted a sneaky scheme of his own. He dropped his hand back down to his side. Then he started walking away from the closet, staying close to the wall. He halted in his steps and waited for them to come out.
Upon seeing the shadows disappear from under the door, Eddie and Y/n felt that they could relax. They honestly didn’t know that he was still lurking around; that he knew they were in the closet. They thought they were safe and that they had gotten away. But they were wrong.
“Oh good,” Y/n sighed. “I bet he’s gone. It looks like we can leave now.”
“Wait!” Eddie exclaimed. He placed his hand on the door to stop her from opening it. “Let’s stay here for a bit,” Eddie suggested.
“Why?” Y/n wondered. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “It’s a closet.”
“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s kinda cozy.”
Nevertheless, Y/n went to narrow her eyes at him. She looked at him suspiciously. There was a little sparkle in his eyes that told her exactly what he was thinking in that moment. Her eyes seemed to widen for a second. She raised a single finger to stop him.
“No,” Y/n said firmly without implying what she was saying ‘no’ to.
“Come on,” Eddie tried to present his case. “Hear me out.”
“No, Eddie! We are not having sex in here,” Y/n finalized.
“Why not?” Eddie wondered innocently. He took a single step forward, which caused her to take one step back.
“Because it’s a closet,” Y/n reasoned.
“I though you said you wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Eddie reminded her. He ,once again, took another step forward until he had backed her into the wall.
“I did,” Y/n began. “But this was not the place I had in mind. I just thought we could do it somewhere else like at your--” but she was cut off.
“So you don't want me to fuck you right here, right now?” Eddie questioned. He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for her answer.
But Y/n could only open and close her mouth like a fish out of water. She wasn’t able to come up with a good excuse and she honestly didn’t want to push him away in this moment.
There was a part of her that liked the idea of getting it on in the closet. A hint of the risk of getting caught or being heard by someone was thrown into the mix, which made her adrenaline pulse through her veins. And a giddy feeling formed in her stomach at the mere thought.
“We’ll get caught,” Y/n tried to reason by shaking her head. She didn’t push him away when he took a final step so his chest was pressed against her own. She brought her hands up to rest on his broad chest and he rested his hands on her hips.
“Not if you keep quiet,” Eddie whispered softly.
Ever so gently and softly, Eddie stoops his head down to capture her lips in his own. It was one of those kisses that you could hear which might disgust some people but it also might turn others on. The two of them drifted into a dreamy state of mind, automatically forgetting about the world around them.
His only desire was to touch her, to caress her body with gentle hands, and to feel her perfect softness. The soft caress of his lips were becoming more firm in an almost demanding manner. He savored the sweet taste of her lips. And the quickening of her breath was matching his own.
His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors throughout her nerves. He inflicted sensations that she had never known to be capable of feeling. He was continuing to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips, basking in the sweet flavor of her supple lips. The tender touch of the lips was created in the perfect symphony.
Very carefully, Eddie’s hand drifted down the length of her body. His hand toyed with the waistline of her skirt. He dipped a single finger inside just to tease her. He broke the kiss, but his lips still touched her’s. They panted heavily to catch their breath.
“You...you do things to me,” Eddie said breathlessly. “Always leaving me on the edge. I’m always wanting more of you.”
In this exact moment, Y/n so desperately wanted more of him and she felt like she was being left on the edge with how he was teasing her. His finger dipped a little further as if he was going to pull her skirt down, but he never did.
“I just wanted you this morning, but you left too early. Then you leave behind those little panties just to mess with me,” Eddie spoke against her lips. “Driving me fucking insane, baby.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Y/n said in an almost challenging manner. Her eyes seemed to darken.
Without saying anything, Eddie roughly grabbed the hemline of her skirt and yanked it down her legs. He pressed her against the wall, using most of his weight to keep her held. His hand trailed down her body and hovered over her heat. He moved her underwear out of the way. Then he went to insert his middle finger and ring finger into her.
It didn’t take much for his fingers to slip through her entrance. She most certainly was wet enough for him. She released a small gasp at the wonderful sensation. Her mouth hung open as his fingers began moving in and out of her.
All the while, Eddie watched her face contort and twist from his actions. He relished in the sweet sounds of her gasps and moans. He went to quicken his pace, steadily pumping his fingers. He cupped her mound and applied some pressure.
“Oh Eddie,” Y/n moaned softly.
On the other side of the door, Jason furrowed his eyebrows together in slight confusion. He wondered if he had just heard that correctly. It most certainly sounded like a moan to him. He went to lean a little to the right, which allowed him to hear a little better.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Eddie smirked wickedly at her reaction. She nodded her head in confirmation. She clawed at his jacket so she could hold onto something. “You gonna cum on my fingers?” Eddie wondered.
There were many perks of being a guitar player. One was that it was really easy to make a girl cum with only their fingers. It never took long. They got a lot of practice just by playing and practicing the guitar.
So, as Eddie began relentlessly pumping his two fingers in and out of her, Y/n could feel her release coming close. The base of his palm was pressed against her little bundle of nerves, which only added to the sensational feeling.
All of the sudden, she felt her stomach contort and clench. The wave of euphoria came crashing over her entire body. It caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. It made her mind go fuzzy. Her body even tensed up tightly. But it was the most pleasurable feeling in the world.
Before she was able to collect her thoughts, Eddie was already attempting to remove his belt. He fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. He quickly pulled his pants down past his hips. He gripped his length, giving it a couple pumps to prepare.
Strategically, Eddie went to wrap his arm around her waist so he could support her and hold her up. He grabbed her thigh so he could hike it over his own hip. He took hold of his length once again, moving it towards the space between her legs. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, gathering and smearing her own slick.
“Is this okay? Are you ready?” Eddie wondered cautiously. He waited for her approval.
“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “I’m ready.”
In that moment, Eddie positioned himself at her entrance before he slowly sank into her warmth. The two of them released a short gasp at the mere feeling; their mouths hanging open. He continued pushing himself into her until he was fully bottomed out. Then he stilled himself.
For a couple seconds, Eddie was desperately trying to read her face. HE waited for her to get fully adjusted to his length and girth. After a second, Y/n went to open her eyes and looked directly into his eyes. She nodded her head to indicate that she was ready to proceed.
With that, Eddie pulled out of her partly before thrusting back inside. He began a steady pace. This was a new angle for them. It caused Eddie to choke a little because it was such a delicious position that brought them such pleasure. This new angle made her weak in the knees and it was a struggle to keep her composure. Their movements reminded the both of them of their activities from the night before.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie sighed. He went to bury his face in her neck, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. This also gave him the opportunity to muffle his moans. “I’ll never get tired of this. You feel so good,” Eddie grunted.
In response, Y/n released the most satisfying moan. She squeezed her eyes shut upon feeling his length going in and out of her. Her hands began running slowly up into his curly hair and down over his thick shoulders. She held his large, broad body against hers.
She went to grab something nearby for support, but only succeeded in knocking over a mop and broom that been previously standing upwards. She desperately needed to hold onto something. Otherwise, Y/n feared that her legs would give out in a minute. She gripped the edge of the shelf.
From the other side, Jason heard the mop and broom clutter to the ground. He shifted a little closer to the closet, proceeding to press his ear against the wall. He heard panting and moaning sounds.
Then Eddie went to grab her thigh that was wrapped around his hip. He held her leg up higher as he pounded into her. He pulled his head back to stare into the depths of her eyes. He just loved her facial expressions because it told him everything. And right now, she was in complete bliss.
His mouth was tight. His face was mostly still. He was determined to hold off on his own release until she had reached her own. There was a part of him that wanted to absolutely destroy her in that exact moment. He wanted her to scream his name as he would pound relentlessly into her warm, tight pussy. However, a much larger part of him was trying to savor this tender moment they shared. It was so passionate, so meaningful, so intentional.
The obscene sounds began filling the small room. Their skin smacked together with each thrust. Their pants, moans, and gasps were synced with one another since they were experiencing this pleasure together. That tense feeling of a desirable release was drawing closer and closer with each passing second.
The quick snap of his hips caused her to moan because she could feel just how deep he was. He began hitting that one sweet spot over and over again, which brought her release quicker than she expected. She held onto him tightly as her body stiffened. She moaned freely, not caring if anyone heard her now.
“That’s my girl,” Eddie whispered with a smile on his face. But he was quickly silenced by the way her cunt hugged his cock when she came. He moaned in response.
Chasing his own release, Eddie made the decision to grab hold of her other leg. With great effort and force, Eddie was able to lift her body off the ground. He held her legs around his waist, relentlessly pounding up into her.
He buried his face in her chest, rubbing his face against her boobs. He felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the amount of work he was putting into this. He grunted to himself, mentally realizing how close he was.
“Cum for me, Eddie.” Y/n begged as her body bounced against the way.
When Eddie lifted his head to look up at Y/n, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against him. She swallowed his moans, slanting her mouth into his own.
The tightness was growing more tense in the pit of his stomach. He broke away from the kiss to focus on his efforts. His mouth parted slightly as soft pants escaped past his lips.
“I-I’m gonna cum, baby.” Eddie choked.
“Do it, honey.”
As if on cue, Eddie drew back only to slam his hips into hers one last time. The pressure began to release as thick ropes of cum coated the inside of her walls. It felt so sticky and warm.
After their interaction, Eddie had to take a second to catch his breath. He proceeded to pull his dick out of her, causing it to slap against his abdomen. He carefully lowered her back down onto the ground.
Once settled, Eddie went to tuck himself back into his pants while Y/n pulled her own skirt back up. The two of them lifted their heads to look at each other sheepishly. They were both blushing.
“We just had a quickie,” Eddie chuckled.
“I know. It was kinda exciting,” Y’n said with a smile. She fixed the way her skirt laid. She brushed her hands over her clothes and checked to make sure she looked presentable.
But before she fixed her panties, Eddie brought his hand back down there. He stuck those same two fingers back inside her. She didn’t know why he did that: if it was because he wanted to keep his own cum inside her or if he just wanted to feel her warmth again.
Either way, Eddie eventually pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He admired the sight of his glistening fingers, marveling at the stickiness. He sent her an all-knowing smile.
Unbeknownst to them, Jason had heard everything. In all honesty, he believed that the two of them were still messing with him. He imagined them inside the closet, randomly knocking stuff over and moaning each other’s names to make it sound like they were having sex. He wasn’t buying their charade this time.
Jason had quite enough of this game. He was convinced they were just making these noises to deter him away or to make him jealous. He shifted to stand in front of the closet door with the full intention of yanking it open to catch them in their fake act. But before he could even grab the handle, the door was ripped open.
In front of him, Eddie Munson stood right in the middle of the doorway. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see the basketball player there. There was no look of shock on his face or a jump of surprise when he opened the door.
Upon seeing the familiar face standing in front of him, Eddie went to straighten his back in posture which made his chest puff out a little. Just by standing in front of him, Jason never realized how tall Eddie was in comparison to him. He was only two to three inches taller than him, but in this moment, Eddie looked like an absolute giant.
For a brief moment, Jason completely forgot what he was going to say to him and he forgot who else was in the closet.
“Can I help you with something?” Eddie wondered. He narrowed his eyes at him.
“I wanna talk,” Jason now remembered what he wanted to say. He was practically seething. “About your little scheme. About all the deception going on,” Jason added.
“What’s there to talk about?” Eddie said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. They weren’t faking their relationship anymore and they weren’t trying to fool anyone.
“You’ve been lying,” Jason pointed his finger at him in an accusing manner. “It’s been going on for months. All this time, you’ve been faking this whole relationsh--” but his words fell short.
What Eddie did in that moment caused Jason to shut up immediately. He looked at him in shock. His mouth dropped open.
Because what Eddie had done was bring his ring and middle finger to his mouth in order to suck on those two fingers that he just been inside his girl. He wrapped his lips around the two digits, sucking and cleaning off any remaining juices. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. He smirked wickedly.
“You still think we’re playing pretend?”
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