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sub!steve , eddie, or jonathan you choose they’re all adorable, but PLS best friend!character thats also kinda pervy and obsessed but not overly? like maybe you wear a short skirt or something else revealing and you notice they’re kinda 😵‍💫 and help them?? change anything you want though ofc

I decided to write this for Jonathan since he's literally the perviest man alive

Heatwave (J.B.)

There's a heatwave in Hawkins so you decide to wear a skirt for a change. Little do you know it's going to drive Jonathan absolutely insane.

Word Count: 2,536

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: bestfriend!Jonathan, perv!sub!Jonathan, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, swearing

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Everyday I thank the Duffers for making this man a little perv

Your hair blew around your face as the cold wind beat in the open window of Jonathan’s car. It was the middle of a heatwave in Hawkins and you were feeling its effects. So much so that you had decided to wear a skirt to school that day. Your outfits were usually low effort and extremely casual, but that day you couldn’t bear to wear pants.

So, you decided, since you were wearing a skirt, that you’d make the effort to wear something nicer to school. After throwing clothes all over your room and trying on countless different tops, you’d finally gone with a red and black tennis skirt with fishnets, a black vest top, and a studded belt. Not exactly appropriate for school but you thought you’d get away with it since no one ever noticed you anyway.

But Jonathan noticed. He’d noticed the minute you came out of your house that morning and got into his car. He’d noticed the way the skirt rode up when you sat down. He’d noticed the fishnets clinging to your thighs and how your skin bulged out between each string. He’d noticed…

“Jonathan!” you shouted, practically punching him on the shoulder.

“What?” he said, snapping out of his daze.

“Are you kidding me? You just ran a red light,” you accused him.

“Oh shit, really?” He suddenly realised he’d been thinking about your thighs rather than looking at the road. “Sorry, I was just distracted.”

“Well, focus,” you said, your heart still pounding from Jonathan’s illegal driving. “I’d rather not die today.”

You eventually made it to school with no more near death experiences.

First period math in a boiling hot classroom was not an enjoyable start to your day. Even your teacher was struggling and had resorted to telling you all to do some equations while she fanned herself with a textbook.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you please open that window back there,” the teacher said before you began writing.

You nodded, glad of the suggestion and reached for the window latch. But, of course, it was one of those windows that is literally right at the top of the wall and almost impossible for any average human to reach. You stood on your tip-toes and somehow managed to grab onto the latch and pull it open.

Little did you know that, while you were reaching, your skirt had slid up the back of your leg, revealing most of your thighs. While, the rest of the class had their heads in their books, Jonathan’s eyes were fixed on you. His leg began to bounce rapidly as he started to feel the blood rush to his crotch.

He stared shamefully at your ass, imagining what your thighs would look like perched on top of him with his fingers digging into your skin and your hand around his…

He quickly buried his head in his book when he saw you turn around. He glanced up again, just for a second to find you looking back at him. You smiled at him but you were worried. There was something off about him that day. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was definitely bothering him.

“Are you ok?” you were finally able to ask Jonathan at lunch. You were sitting alone on a wall outside the school building. It was more peaceful than the bustling cafeteria. And there was less chance of getting picked on by the jocks.

“What do you mean?” Jonathan said, looking up from his sandwich. He had his schoolbag on his lap for some reason. You were confused as to why but didn’t question it.

“I mean, you’ve been acting really weird today,” you explained.

“I always act weird,” Jonathan mumbled.

“Ok then, weirder than normal,” you sighed exhaustedly. “J, I’m your best friend. Please tell me.”

You innocently placed your hand on Jonathan’s arm and noticed him grip the bag closer to his body. That made you a little suspicious.

“It’s nothing,” he said defensively.

You were about to question him further when the bell rang. Jonathan practically leapt up and said, “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later,” before speeding off.

You were itching to know what the hell was going on with Jonathan and last period couldn’t come fast enough. He was already sitting at his desk when you walked in. When he saw you enter his eyes immediately averted to look out the window. You sat at the desk in front of him and tried your best not to think about him. You’d give him a proper interrogation in the car.

Your last class was English and, unfortunately, the teacher wanted all the students to read out part of the homework you’d been working on. After hearing countless dull essays from tired students, the teacher finally said, “Y/N, please stand and read the first page of your assignment.”

You did as she commanded and began to recite the start of your essay. If you’d asked Jonathan what it was about, he would’ve been stumped. Because here he was, once again, stuck in class, staring at your ass. And this time, there was no way to hide it.

He cursed you for choosing to sit right in front of him. And he cursed the teacher for making you stand up. He tried to listen to your essay but the words blurred into one as an image formed in his mind. If he wasn’t resting his chin on his hand his mouth would’ve been agape as he pictured himself running his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs as you rode him, softly mumbling his name.

But your weren’t mumbling anymore. You were shouting. “Jonathan!” And you didn’t sound like you. You sounded like an old woman.

“Mr Byers! Pay attention and stand up this instant!” the teacher demanded.

This time his jaw did drop as he realised it was now his turn to read his essay and he’d been zoned out for the past five minutes thinking of you.

You turned around to face him as he got up to speak. His face was bright red. He cleared his throat before beginning to read his essay. You looked up at him from your seat in an attempt to reassure him. While listening to his surprisingly well written essay your eyes dropped for a second. Just a second. But it was long enough to confirm your suspicions.

You lifted your eyes back up to Jonathan’s face, trying to ignore the bulge in his black pants. Thank God he was at the back of the class in a dark corner where hopefully no one else would see. When he sat back down you turned around in your seat again, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

The class sprang out of their seats when, at last, the final bell rang. You and Jonathan left the classroom in silence. As you walked down the busy corridor your mind was racing. You had to address the situation, right? But how? By the time you reached Jonathan’s car you had a plan.

“Give me the keys,” you ordered him, standing in front of the driver side door.

“What? Why?” Jonathan replied, confused.

“We’re going somewhere,” you answered vaguely.

Jonathan gave you a sceptical look but slowly handed over the keys.

There was little conversation as you drove Jonathan where you wanted to go. The closer you got to your destination, the more confused he got.

“Are we going to my house?” he asked.

“Not quite,” you responded.

You parked the car at the edge of the forest that surrounded the Byers’ house and gave Jonathan the nod to get out of the car.

“Oh,” Jonathan sighed in relief when he realised where you were taking him. It was a place you’d discovered a long time ago and now used as a place to hang out. A misshapen tree that bent over to form a perfect little bench. The leaf covered branches of the tree hung down, creating a dome over the bench. It was like your own personal little haven where you and Jonathan would come when you wanted to get away from the bullies of Hawkins.

“Why are we here?” Jonathan questioned you when you reached the tree.

You didn’t say anything until you were both sat on its crusting bark.

“Because we need to talk,” you replied, your expression turning serious as you stared deep into Jonathan’s eyes. He shifted his legs nervously, the close proximity between your face and his causing his pants to swell for the fourth time that day.

“Don’t try to hide it,” you said.

“Hide what?”

“You know what,” you whispered, raising your eyebrow.

Jonathan swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to say.

“I assume this is why you’ve been acting weird all day,” you said.

He nodded. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he said shakily. “I don’t know why this is happening.”

“I do.” You grabbed Jonathan’s hand and placed it on your thigh. “It’s because of this. It’s because you’ve never seen me wear anything other than jeans. It’s because you haven’t been able to stop staring at my ass all day.”

Jonathan let out a quivering breath.

“I didn’t know my best friend was a little pervert,” you smirked.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan repeated.

“No, J, it’s ok,” you assured him. “I’m trying to tell you that I don’t mind. You’re a guy. These things happen.”

“It’s just, you’ve never worn something like that before. I’m s-,”

“If you apologise one more time I’m leaving,” you said, covering Jonathan’s mouth with your hand.

You were silent for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes. Then, you moved your hand down from Jonathan’s lips so you were holding his chin between your finger and thumb. You pulled his face forward, forcing your lips to connect. Jonathan didn’t even flinch when you kissed him. Immediately he melted into your body and begged your mouth to open with his tongue.

But you didn’t grant him access just yet. You pulled your lips away and rested your forehead on his.

“You want some help with this?” you mumbled, placing your hand on his inner thigh.

Jonathan nodded eagerly and started to pull you on top of him.

“Ok, slow down,” you chuckled. You got up from the tree branch and were about to pull off your fishnets when Jonathan stopped you.

“No,” he said quietly, grabbing your hand. “Can you keep them on please?”

“Shit, you really are a little creep, aren’t you?” you smirked.

Jonathan’s face flushed as he fumbled with his belt. He almost sobbed when his dick was finally released from his tight pants.

You got on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and hovered above his dick.

“You must be so desperate if you’ve been like this all day,” you said, running you hand through his hair. He let out a quiet whimper in response.

“You sure you want me to help you with this?”

“Yes, yes please,” Jonathan whispered, wrapping his hands around your waist.

You pulled your fishnets and underwear to the side. Jonathan let out a loud moan as you guided him inside you.

“Shh, J,” you hushed him. “We may be in the middle of nowhere but sound travels.”

“Sorry,” Jonathan mumbled.

“And what did I say about apologising?”

This time he stayed quiet.

Your thrusts were slow and deep. Jonathan’s fingers dug into your sides as he willed you to pick up your pace.

“Faster, please,” he begged.

So, instead, you stopped. You sat on his dick, taking all of it inside you. Jonathan whined at the lack of movement. You ignored him.

“You know, it’s really misogynistic of you to only find me attractive when you can look up my skirt,” you said, wanting to watch him squirm for just a bit longer.

“I find you attractive all the time,” Jonathan replied, his eyes shut in concentration.

“Well, you’re not getting a boner every day, so obviously you don’t.”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to look at you every fucking day and not get hard,” Jonathan explained. “The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that when I go home I can…”

Jonathan stopped, realising he had revealed too much.

“You can what?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quietly.

“Jonathan,” you said more sternly, staring daggers into his eyes. “You can what?”

Jonathan started to speak but he was too quiet.

“Speak up or I’m leaving you out here and you can sort out your little situation by yourself.”

That was one thing Jonathan didn’t want, so he raised his voice.

“I have photos of you,” he began. “And I, uh-,”

“Wait, photos? What photos?” you demanded.

“Nothing creepy, I swear.” You couldn’t tell if Jonathan’s face was red with embarrassment or the heat. “It’s photos that you let me take of you for art class last year.”

“Ok,” you said. You could feel him twitching. “And what do you do with these photos?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes. You felt his breathing get faster.

“You don’t wanna know,” he finally said.

“Oh, I think I do,” you smiled, beginning to roll your hips back and forth again just thinking about it.

Just that slight movement set Jonathan off again. He couldn’t stop the grunts and whimpers escaping his lips. You thought if you couldn’t stop him from making noise, you could at least muffle it.

You pressed your lips against his again, this time allowing your tongues to intertwine.

“Y/N,” Jonathan groaned desperately into your open mouth.

He was practically ripping your shirt with his hands so you started to increase your speed. Now you were kissing him to hold back your own moans, as well as his.

You reached up to grab one of the tree branches behind Jonathan’s head as you started to feel your stomach tighten.

“Do you want to cum, J?” you asked, pulling away from his lips.

“Yes, so bad,” he whined. “Please, can I?”

You nodded and almost immediately you felt Jonathan spill out inside you. He threw his head back and moaned your name louder than before. But you were too tied up in your own high to tell him to be quiet.

When you eventually stopped your movements the two of you were out of breath and sweating. The sun was beating down on you through the trees, wiping any energy you had left.

You climbed off Jonathan’s lap, adjusted your underwear and sat back down on the tree branch. Jonathan’s hands shook violently as he attempted to do up his pants.

You both sat, staring up at the sky, neither one of your daring to speak. Until Jonathan broke the silence.

“Is this going to be really awkward now?” he asked timidly.

“I don’t see why it should be,” you responded, turning to face him.

A small smile spread across Jonathan’s face. “So we’re still good for movie night on Friday then,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, squeezing his leg. “I’ll even wear a skirt if you want.”

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byersbootyshorts · 11 months

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Pushing Steve into his pool

Warnings: reader has boobies (Steve likes boobies), making out in a pool, allusions to sex, swearing

You were sitting at the edge of the pool in Steve’s backyard, his head resting on your lap. You’d tried dipping your feet in the water earlier but the fall breeze made the water unbearably chill. Speaking of the breeze, a light gust blew over you once more, sending a shiver up your spine.

“I should probably go before I catch a cold,” you said, patting Steve’s head.

“I could run inside and get you a jacket,” Steve replied in an attempt to get you to stay.

“Thanks, but it’s getting late anyway.”

You pushed Steve’s head off your lap, got up and then pulled Steve off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his waist, absorbing the heat that radiated from his sweater. How the fuck was he so warm? He kissed you, his warm nose pushing against yours.

“You know,” he said pulling away from the kiss with a smirk on his face. “If your so cold, maybe we should go to my bedroom to warm you up.”

“Nice try, Steve,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

Your gaze landed on the pool behind Steve. The moon light bounced off the water, its white reflection catching your eye, giving you an idea.

You pulled Steve in for one last kiss before forcefully pushing him back. There was a colossal crash as Steve hit the water. A high-pitched shriek erupted from him as the freezing water shocked his body.

“Holy s-shit,” he shivered, spitting water out of his mouth. “What the fuck was that for?”

You laughed loudly and kneeled down at the side of the pool. “I don’t know. Something just came over me,” you shrugged, giggling at his soaked hair which was plastered across his face.

“Can you help me out. It’s fucking f-freezing,” Steve stuttered, his teeth chattering.

You almost started to feel bad. But he was always so warm. What harm would a little freezing water do to him?

You reached your hand out and he grabbed it firmly. But, instead of using it to hoist himself up, he started pulling you in.

“No, Ste-,” you shouted as you lost your balance and fell in.

“You bitch,” you said, splashing water in Steve’s face.

“You started it,” he retorted.

The two of you played around in the water for a few minutes until somehow you were suddenly wrapped in each other’s arms. Your hands brushed through Steve’s no longer voluminous hair as your cold lips crashed together. He moaned quietly as you pushed him back against the side of the pool.

Eventually, when you felt numb with cold, you pulled away.

“Now we actually are going to get sick, Steve,” you told him, heading for the pool stairs.

When you had climbed out pulled off your sweater, which was now waterlogged, and threw it on the ground.

Steve’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face when he finally clambered out of the pool. You followed his eye line down to your chest to see that your t-shirt was now transparent. And you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath.

Steve walked towards you, his gaze transfixed on your chest. When he reached you, you whispered, “What were you saying earlier about going to your room to warm up?”

Without a word Steve grabbed your hand and practically dragged you inside.

Pretty soon you weren’t so cold anymore.

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byersbootyshorts · 11 months

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New Ink (E.M.)

You and Eddie get matching tattoos. But the way he reacts in the tattoo chair leads to you have some fun with him when you get home.

Word Count: 2,125

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!Eddie, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, mommy kink, hair pulling, degradation, a bit of praise at the end, Eddie’s a little bit of a masochist, Eddie and reader get a tattoo, needles, swearing

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Making my miraculous return with an Eddie fic

“Eddie, you have tons of tattoos. Why are you so scared to get this one?” you asked as you pulled up next to the tattoo shop.

“I’m not scared,” Eddie replied defensively. “It’s just… it’s in a very sensitive area.”

You smirked and leaned in close to his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand,” you chuckled, kissing him quickly before turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

The tattoo artist, Nico, knew you both pretty well. Eddie was a regular customer and you’d gotten quite a few tattoos recently too. He smiled at you when you both entered the dimly lit, cigarette scented shop.

“Hey guys,” Nico greeted you, pulling the reference photo you’d shown him the last time you visited the shop out of a drawer. “We still going for this design?” he asked, showing you the photo:

“Yep, thanks Nico,” you replied chipperly. Eddie just gave a shy nod.

“Who wants to go first?”

Usually Eddie was the one to jump at the chance to add to the collection of ink on his body. But this time he stayed silent.

“Alright then, I’ll go first,” you said, giving Eddie a reassuring smile.

You both followed Nico through a curtain, behind which lay a black leather chair and a bench full of tattoo equipment.

Eddie sat on a small stool in the corner while you removed your pants and climbed onto the chair.

“You know, this is a pretty painful tat you two are going for this time,” Nico said as he wiped down the skin where the tattoo would be.

“Yeah, I know, don’t remind me,” Eddie mumbled, nervously covering his face with his hair.

“Eddie’s a little scared for this one,” you told Nico as he turned on the tattoo machine. The buzzing sound caused Eddie’s leg to bounce up and down anxiously.

“Well, I don’t blame him,” Nico replied. Taking one more glance at the reference photo before looking up at you. “You ready?”

“Of course,” you said, catching Eddie’s eye from across the room.

You maintained eye contact with him as the small needle pierced your skin. It hurt like hell but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“See, Eddie, it’s fine,” you said, preventing the pain you felt from showing in your voice. Eddie just shrugged in response.

You spent the next few hours engaging in conversation with Eddie and Nico. You talked about anything that would take your mind off the stinging pain in your hips. But eventually it was finished. Nico covered your new tattoo in film and you swapped seats with Eddie.

Eddie was practically shaking as he climbed onto the chair. Nico went through his usual routine of cleaning Eddie’s skin and preparing his equipment while Eddie looked at you with wide eyes.

“It’s ok,” you mouthed to him. “If I can do it so can you.”

He threw his head back, shut his eyes, and screwed his face up as he anticipated what was to come.

Eddie let out a quiet whimper when the needle made contact with his skin.

“Holy shit, man,” he said, breathing in sharply. “How the fuck did you sit through this for two hours?”

“I did it because I’m not a pussy, Eddie,” you replied, hoping that would motivate him to continue.

Eddie battled through the next thirty minutes, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle the pain.

But as Nico drew further down his body, Eddie got more and more sensitive. His head turned to look at you and he reached his hand out, giving you a desperate look.

“Don’t be a pussy, Eddie,” you said, remaining seated.

“Please,” Eddie begged grabbing for your hand.

You sighed, slowly getting up and walking towards the tattoo chair. Eddie gripped one of your hands tightly and you used your other hand to stroke his hair.

Eddie felt like he’d been sitting in that chair for days when Nico finally finished the first side of the tattoo. Nico moved to the other side of Eddie to begin the second half of the tattoo. And that’s when you saw it. Nico had been blocking your view of Eddie’s crotch, but now he was on the other side you could very clearly see the bulge that had been growing in Eddie’s boxers.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your jaw dropping as you looked down at Eddie.

His face flushed red with embarrassment and he squirmed, shifting his legs in an attempt to hide his boner.

“Keep still, Eddie,” Nico said, not looking up from his work. It seemed like Nico hadn’t noticed Eddie’s bulge. Or he didn’t care.

“Yeah, come on, Eddie,” you smiled down at him, tugging his hair slightly to tease him.

Eddie whined, his hand flying over his mouth to stop himself from making any more noise.

You stood holding Eddie’s hand, smirking at the fact that he got a boner from the pain of the tattoo, until Nico finally announced that he was finished.

Eddie leapt off the chair as fast as he could, wincing at the pain of the new ink, and hastily pulled on his pants, adjusting them as best he could to hide the swell that still protruded from the fabric.

You thanked Nico, paid him, and returned to the car.

“Holy fuck,” you grinned as Eddie slammed the passenger side door. “You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you already know that?” he said shakily.

“Well, yeah. But I thought pain only turned you on during sex. I didn’t realise you’d get a hard on at a fucking tattoo shop,” you replied.

“Can you just drive?” Eddie asked quietly. “I kind of have a situation going on here.”

Your eyes dropped to his crotch and your smirked. “Oh yes, now that’s a situation we’ll have to take care of.”

You drove slowly back to Eddie’s trailer, watching him squirm as you refused to drive any faster. Eventually you made it to the trailer park. Eddie fumbled to get the key in the lock as you stood close behind him, breathing down his neck. When he finally got the door open, Eddie raced to his bedroom. You followed behind nonchalantly. By the time you reached the room Eddie had already removed his pants, the transparent film that covered his new tattoo peeked out from above his underwear.

“Let me see,” you said, pushing him down onto his bed. You knelt down between his legs and hooked your finger in the waistband of his underwear. Eddie smiled, thinking you were finally going to relieve him. But instead, you ran your finger down the covered tattoo, causing him to shiver.

“Yes, I think Nico did a good job this time,” you critiqued, paying no attention to the frustrated expression on Eddie’s face.

As you continued to feel the red skin surrounding the tattoo Eddie’s stomach tensed and his breathing became heavy.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that painful?” you asked with a tone of condescension.

Eddie just grunted, leaning back on his hands.

“You want mommy to kiss it better?” you asked. That grabbed Eddie’s attention. He looked down at you and nodded violently.

You brought your lips to the sensitive skin of Eddie’s left hip, placing gentle kisses around the tattoo. Eddie whined quietly as your lips tickled his skin. You ran your hand up Eddie’s thigh and rested it just below the bulge in his underwear.

“Please,” Eddie breathed when he felt your hand stop.

You lifted your head and stared up at him with a raised brow. He knew what that look meant. He needed to use his words.

“Please, help me,” he begged.

“Help you? What do you mean?” you smirked, feigning confusion. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, just an inch away from his dick.

“F-fuck me, please. I’m going insane here,” he almost shouted.

“Oh, ok,” you said, getting up from between his legs and pulling your pants off. “You should’ve just told me that.”

You ordered Eddie to take off the rest of his clothes and he obeyed, pulling off his shirt and underwear as quickly as he could while you did the same. He sat down on the bed and you straddled his lap. You shoved him back so he was lying down by pushing your lips against his. As you kissed him you grinded your hips against him, causing him to moan loudly into your mouth.

“Oh my God, please just ride me,” he whined.

You didn’t make him suffer any longer. Placing your hands on his chest you positioned yourself above his dick.

“You’ve been hard for so long I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet,” you said smugly. “Do you want me to make you cry, Eddie?”

Eddie responded with a muffled grunt. But that wasn’t good enough.

“Eddie, come on now. Do you want me to make you cry like a pathetic little baby?”

“Yes mommy, please make me cry. I’m your pathetic baby. Just please let me inside you,” Eddie yelled with agony.

“That’s what I like to hear,” you said lowering yourself onto his cock.

A low moan erupted from Eddie. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“That make you feel good?” you asked, watching the pleasure spread across his face.

“Yes mommy,” he panted.

“How about this?” You placed your hands on either side of his hips and pushed down gently on his sensitive tattoos. “Does this make you feel good?”

Eddie let out a high-pitched whimper and bucked his hips up into you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you smiled, keeping one hand pressed firmly down on his hip and moving the other to his hair. You tugged the dark strands, eliciting yet another whine from Eddie.

Grinding slowly on top of him you looked down to see him staring back up at you, his brows furrowed.

With one hand he lightly touched your own tattoo. His ringed fingers traced the outline of the film, sending a chill up your spine and causing you to speed up your movements. The change of pace forced Eddie’s eyes shut. You noticed a single tear escape out of the corner of his eye and you wiped it away.

Leaning down to his ear you whispered, “That’s my pathetic little slut.”

You moved your lips down to below his ear, leaving red marks as you worked your way down his neck.

Between kisses you mumbled, “You’re such a little whore.” Kiss “Getting hard at a tattoo shop.” Kiss. “That’s a new low, even for you, Eddie.” Kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Eddie repeated, more tears falling from his eyes now.

He let out a moan with each thrust of your hips. His chest heaved in an effort not to cum. But you knew he wouldn’t last long. Considering how long he’d been hard you were surprised he was still going.

You sat upright again and grabbed Eddie’s hands, which were gripping your thighs. You dragged them up your body and placed them on your tits. Once more Eddie thrust his hips up into you.

“Can I-?” he said between whimpers.

You nodded, positioning your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips deep onto him.

“Only because you cried for me.”

“Thank you, mommy. Thank y-,”

Eddie was cut off by his own orgasm. His hands moved to your waist and he gripped it tightly, digging his nails into your skin as he was finally rewarded relief. The sensation of Eddie inside you caused you to finish too. You continued to ride his cock as he shook beneath you, tears rolling uncontrollably down his cheeks.

When you were satisfied you leaned down to place a kiss on Eddie’s lips before rolling off of him onto his stained mattress. You both lay there, breathing in sync. After a few minutes you got up and went to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and then grabbed a towel and brought it to Eddie, who was still catching his breath on the bed.

“You were really brave today,” you praised him as you cleaned him up, this time being extra careful not to touch the red skin around the tattoos. “I know you were scared but you did so good.”

“Yeah, except for the fact I got hard in the chair,” Eddie chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through his hair in embarrassment.

“Actually, I quite enjoyed that part,” you giggled, throwing the towel on the floor and climbing back onto the bed with him.

“Oh I noticed,” he said intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’m going to have to take you to get tattoos more often if it makes you do that.”

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