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Argyle x Fem!Reader smut

Summary: Your plans tonight only involve ordering a pizza, but a conversation with the pizza boy has you craving something very different.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), phone sex, masturbation (m! and f!), voice kink, Argyle is a simp as per usual

WC: 1.7k

A/N: This was inspired by me and @word-wytch ordering pizza at Steel City Con where the pizza boy did not want to get off of the phone. Nothing spicy happened, but it made us think...what if it had?

Also, big shout out to @munsonmuses for helping me with the ending. Love you, Addie!

“Surfer Boy Pizza, this is Argyle speaking. Can I interest you in a delicious pie? Perhaps the Argyle Special?”

You stare at the shiny brochure in your lap, breath catching in your throat when you hear his voice. You were expecting someone brusque, rushing you off of the line so they can collect the next order, but the man speaking to you might as well be laying on a white sand beach.

“Um, h-hi,” you wince at the way you stammer, tempted to hang up and save yourself further embarrassment, but you keep the receiver pressed to your ear. Lenora Hills is a fresh start, a place where no one knows you, and you’re determined to spread your wings and become more than the ‘shy, awkward girl.’ So, even though you were going to order a small cheese pie, you push yourself to ask, “what’s the Argyle Special?”

Soft laughter trills from the speaker; it’s warm and welcoming without a hint of malice. “Oh, the Argyle Special? She’s kinda my baby.” Good lord, the way he says baby has your thighs clenching involuntarily. You hear him shuffling a bit, adjusting positions to get more comfortable. “So, we start out with your classic thin crust.” Argyle lowers his voice and adds, “You might think you can toss it in the air a coupla times and call it a day, but you’d be wrong. You gotta knead it, get all the kinks out, right?”

“Mhm.” Your free hand begins to dip below the waistband of your denim shorts before you pull back. What are you doing? Touching yourself to a stranger explaining how to make pizza? “I, uh, I gotta—”

“Next comes the sauce,” he continues, not noticing your interjection. “Now, less is definitely more here, y’know what I’m saying? A little goes a long way.”

You nod, too caught up in the moment to remember that he can’t see you. “A-And then what?”

“Cheese. Enough to achieve that perfect amount of gooey goodness, but not so much that it weighs down the slice.” Another peal of laughter, just as kind as the one earlier. “Some people ask for extra cheese, but in my humble opinion, it takes away from the rest of the toppings, y’know?”

There’s a quiet swishing sound coming from his end, and it draws your attention. “What’re you doing that’s making that noise?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yo-yo.” Your question has clearly caught him off-guard; instead of further explaining his baby, he asks, “what’re you doing?”

Immediately, your thoughts flit to the way your fingers yearn to be inside you, the way your clit aches to be rubbed each time he talks. But he can’t know that. “N-Nothing. Um, yeah, nothing.”

You can practically hear his brows raise in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” Argyle teases gently. “In fact, it sounds like you’re doing something important.” He pauses for a second. “Lemme guess: top secret CIA mission?”

“No.”

“FBI?”

You giggle despite the embarrassment washing over you. “Not quite.”

There’s silence; his audible breathing is the only way you know he’s still on the line. “You got a really cute laugh.”

Is he flirting? This is flirting; it has to be. But he doesn’t even know what you look like.

You don’t know what he looks like, either, and you were about to masturbate to him, you remind yourself wryly. Anything’s possible.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Sweet but also sexy. A rare combo, if you ask me.”

You summon all of your courage; the ball is in your court. “I, um, I like your voice.” Heat pools in your cheeks as you say the words.

“My voice? Shit, I always thought it was kinda goofy. My friend Jonathan says I sound like Cheech and Chong. Well, not, like, both of them, but just…one.” A rustling noise; he’s shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m not good with getting compliments and stuff.”

“S’okay. Me either.” You laugh again, finding the ability to be honest refreshing. “Keep telling me about your special. Your baby,” you amend.

He exhales a cloud of lust. “Fuck, say ‘baby’ again.” Ah, so it had the same effect on him that it did on you.

This time, you don’t chastise yourself for the way your fingertips graze your cotton panties. You and Argyle are clearly on the same page. Why fight it? “Tell me more about the Argyle Special, baby.”

“I gotta know first if you’re doing what I’m about to do,” he says breathily.

“I am,” you affirm, finding your clit easily and applying the lightest pressure.

A sharp inhale, then, just above a whisper, “Good. So, so good.” He unzips his fly and groans as his hand wraps around his cock. “I’m just gonna talk, and you keep touching yourself for me, okay?”

“Mhm. Just…keep going.”

“Shit, yeah, I got you.” Another moan as he strokes himself, his sentences getting choppier. “The toppings…I like to combine sweet and—mmf—savory.”

You tug your panties aside, slipping your middle finger into your waiting pussy. “Keep going,” you urge, desperate for his silky voice.

“Some diced g-green pepper…sliced jalapeños…and…” Argyle’s focus is split between listing ingredients and jerking off, and one is evidently winning.

“And what, baby?” There’s a slight edge to your tone—dare you say, a sultriness—as your ring finger joins your middle, fucking yourself with both of them.

You’re not the only one who picks up on your newfound confidence. “And pineapple,” he manages. “Comes from a can…fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”

You whimper, forcing air into your lungs. Breathing has never been a manual task until right now. “It’s because of you.” Your fingers move faster; you curl them slightly to maximize your pleasure. “You and your voice.”

“I’d talk all goddamn day for you.” His voice is thick with desire. “I’d do anything you asked me to—oh, fuck,” he grunts. “What would you want me to do if I was with you right now?”

What wouldn’t you want him to do is an easier question, but you try to quickly formulate a response. “I-I’d want you to touch me.”

“More specific, honey,” he tuts. “Where do you want me touching you?”

Everywhere. Anywhere. You think about where your own hand would be if you weren’t holding the phone. “My clit,” you say urgently, “or my…my tits.”

“Mmm, I could put my mouth on one and my fingers on the—”

“No,” you insist, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Fingers only. Need to keep your mouth free so you can talk.”

A chuckle, then, “fair enough. Guess I’ll rub that pretty little clit of yours, huh? Make sure you’re ready f’me.” There’s a soft puh as he spits on his cock to lubricate it. “Wish I was inside of you. Bet you’re so wet…and warm…and—ohh, yeah— so tight…”

“I’m so close,” you whine, absolutely desperate for this orgasm. You tuck the phone between your ear and your shoulder, bring your newly-freed middle finger to your clitoris, now swollen with need. “Please, Argyle, tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“Oh, baby,” he rasps, the schlick of his fist stroking his erection becomes louder, faster. “I want you screaming my name. That sweet little pussy st-stuffed with my cock. And I’ll go deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until you can’t—fucking—take it!” He growls out the last four words.

It’s enough to drive you to the edge. You don’t tell him you’re cumming, but he knows just from the choked moans that you’re there. Your fingers are shiny with the proof of your arousal as you finish all over them, wishing they belonged to Argyle. Wishing you belonged to Argyle.

“I’m cumming, fucking shit, h-oh, my God.” He’s in another galaxy now, stars swirling around him as his release spurts from his aching tip and coats his hand in his sticky seed. “Holy fuckin’…whoa.” There’s a brief pause. “Gimme one sec, okay?”

Argyle’s racing across the kitchen, phone dangling from the cord, before you can even respond. “Sorry,” he says, panting and laughing when he returns to the receiver, “had to grab some paper towels and clean myself up. Can’t go walking around with jizz on my hands.”

“Not a good look,” you agree, the warmth from your giggle melting any residual awkwardness. “You definitely need to wash them, like, a hundred times before you make another pizza.”

“Nah, man; I’m actually clocking out now. You were gonna be my last customer, but, uh…” he trails off, and it occurs to you that you never finished placing your order. “We got a little distracted.”

Distracted is putting it mildly, but you’re in no headspace for a semantics debate. “I guess I’ll have to call back the next time you’re working and try again.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure!” Eagerness dominates his tone, and he tries to rein it in. “Or, um, maybe you can come by in person? I’d like to see the girl who made me cum harder than I have since…ever,” he adds cheekily.

“Mhm. I can do that.” Can you? Yes, you tell yourself, I can. I’m turning over a new leaf, and that apparently involves having phone sex with the pizza guy and then meeting him for the first time at his job.

You swear you hear a quiet yet triumphant, “yes!” before he says, “You sure? Because I’d totally get it if you wanted to keep this a one-time thing.” His hesitation indicates that he’s no stranger to unrequited pining, like he’s bracing himself for a rejection. “But I gotta be honest with you; I really wanna see you.”

“I wanna see you, too.” You wrap the springy cord around your forefinger. If his voice could make you feel this way, imagine what he could do with his fingers, his tongue, his…

“I work from noon until six tomorrow, if you wanna stop in?” Argyle cuts into your train of thought. “Or if that’s too soon, then we can just—”

“Argyle?”

“Yeah?”

You smile widely even though there’s no way for him to know that. “See you at six tomorrow.”

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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I have a pretty good one awhile ago but I don't ever see myself writing it.

Reader and Eddie are good friends, Argyle drops by his trailer to buy, and he ends up flirting with the reader. Later reader and Eddie go to a party, Argyle is there, and in sure you know where it goes from there

Argyle x fem!reader

You can call me names if you call me up

Warnings:18+ Weed dealing, weed smoking, mentions of drinking, slight mentions of hellcheer? (eddie has a crush and we make fun of him for it) kissing, semi public fingering (f! receiving)

Word count: 5.8k

beta’d by @superblysubpar

Authors note: This is my first ever Argyle fic! Thank you @sleepy-princ3ss for letting me write this! I had a lot of fun this one but it’s scary to write a new character so let me know what you think! I also had a good time writing Eddie as our best friend who doesn’t want to fuck us. Wild right? Still, there’s lots of Eddie in here too 💕

The summer heat always feels extra sticky inside Eddie’s trailer this time of year, the stale breeze that floats through his cracked window does nothing to cool you down. Thumbing through the worn covers of the records Eddie keeps in his room you hum along to the last few chords of Ride The Lightning. When the covers of Back In Black and Blizzard of Oz stick together, you grimace as you pull them apart. A crumpled cut of a babe from a Heavy Metal Magazine is the ‘glue’ that was holding them together.

“Eww Eddie! What the fuck?” god, your best friend was gross.

Clumsy loud footsteps bring him to the entrance of his room, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, his face flushes an even deeper shade of red when his eyes zero in on what you’re glaring at.

“I - uh,” coughing nervously, he scratches the back of his neck, the chain wrapped around his wrist sliding down his arm, “I don’t - I don’t know how that got there.”

Scoffing with a roll of your eyes you examine it a little more closely, careful not to touch it. The blond hair and the big blue eyes were a dead give away why this had to have been his favorite.

“She kinda looks like Chrissy don’t you think? Like if she got a metal makeover or whatever you’d call this,” snorting when his face turns into a tomato, his own glare takes over his features when he narrows his eyes at you.

“Why are you even snooping through my records, this one just started?” blinking quickly with embarrassment he looks like he’s ready to explode and you’ve never been more pleased with yourself.

Opening your mouth ready to bite back with something that you were sure was going to send him over the edge, the sound of three quick knocks followed by a single fourth one cuts you off before you can even start.

“Who’s that?” confused at his lack of communication with anyone crashing your hang out, he snaps - gesturing for you to step away from his records before he answers you.

He’s halfway out his bedroom door with you quick on his heels when he finally does.

“Jonathan and his friend from Cali are here to pick up real quick,” groaning at the sound of Jonathan’s name, Eddie laughs loudly before signaling for you to shut up with a finger to his lips.

It wasn’t that you hated Jonathan, he was just always such a downer when he’d join in on your smoke sessions.

Opening the door when you cross your arms with a nod signaling you’ll behave, he turns his charismatic Munson charm up to a ten with a wide grin.

“Byers,” giving him a slight bow, he extends his tattooed arm wide inviting them in, “Byer’s friend.”

You see Jonathan first, who gives you an awkward small wave and a tight lipped grin, lifting three fingers you give him the same energy.

“Oh hey man, the name’s Argyle excited to see what kinda weed you got out here,” Jonathan’s cute friend that follows him in was not what you expected as he clasps his hands together rubbing his palms excitedly stepping through the threshold.

Chestnut hair longer than Eddie’s sways as he walks in, the top of it hidden by a flipped bill green cap. Its smooth texture makes your hand twitch, you’re almost positive it’d feel like silk against your fingertips. A big dopey smile graces his full pink tinged lips as his already bloodshot brown eyes meet yours when he finally turns to see you in the hallway.

All the loud colors and clashing designs on his clothes makes the corners of your mouth tug up. Curiosity piqued, you throw him a more flirtatious wave, fluttering your lashes for good measure.

Eddie rolls his eyes from behind him catching onto your antics, but Argyle looks like he’s been turned to stone, frozen in place as he takes in your barely covered frame. Leaning a shoulder against the wall you watch his eyes trail up the uncovered expanse of your legs till he hits the frayed ends of your jean shorts, your spaghetti strap tank top gives him the perfect view of the curve of your breasts barely hidden beneath the thin fabric. Sweat beading off your heat kissed skin.

Clearing his throat he shakes his head when he feels his jaw go slack, glancing worriedly at Eddie who’s already too busy rummaging around the living room looking for his trusty metal lunch box.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just my partner in crime,” waving a dismissive ringed hand in your direction as he digs behind the couch Jonathan just got settled on, Argyle’s face falls slightly at the nickname.

That still didn’t stop him from watching you push yourself off the wall and walk to the kitchen island, sitting yourself on the cleared spot on top. Legs moving to the beat of the music still bleeding out from the speakers in Eddie’s room, you knew he was completely transfixed on you as he rocked back on his heels.

“Got it boys!” cheering himself on loudly, it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Only you would lose your lunch box full of drugs Munson,” winking at Argyle after you roast your best friend, his smile turns shy when he looks away.

“Bold of you to insult me when you smoke for free,” squinting with threatening eyes, he flips the lid open, the metal connecting with the wood of the coffee table in a loud clunk.

Sticking your tongue out at him he scoffs before turning his attention towards Jonathan pulling out two different bags of the new strains Rick had just supplied him with.

Argyle watches you both with confused eyes, unsure what to think of your banter as he feels the shift in your stare. The heat of it makes all the blood rush to his cheeks when he dares to meet it. Waving him over, you remind him to actually finish walking in. Eyes going wide at the realization, he looks down as he walks over to stand in the space right next to you.

Leaning his back against the formica countertop, your knee brushes the side of his arm with every small kick of your dancing feet. He smells like the kind of weed that makes you feel bad for whatever Eddie’s about to sell them and a hint of an earthy toned cologne. Dark eyes lifting up to yours, his breath catches in his throat when you meet his gaze instantly.

“Sooo, how’s it going?” purposely nudging him this time, you get a smile to finally break across his nervous face.

“It’s uhh- it’s good, Jonathan’s mom is super nice. Her cooking is shmackin,” giggling a little, he told himself it was because of the lingering effects of the weed they smoked on the way here, not because of the way you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened.

“Oh yeah, dinner at Joyce’s is always a hit. She really is the sweetest,” eyes crinkling in the corners when you grin at him, he was even cuter this close.

“How long are you visiting?” resting your chin on your shoulder when you look up at him, the height difference is still noticeable despite your advantage. His cheeks turn bubble gum pink at your flirty questioning.

“Just for a few weeks, I don’t want to put them out too much you know? She’s got a full house over there with everyone back,” you catch a hint of sadness in his mellow voice. He missed his best friend, that was more than evident. The thought of only seeing Eddie a few weeks out of the year sounded miserable.

“So you and Jonathan huh? How’d that even happen?” The difference in their personalities was astounding, but even you had to admit that Byers came back from California a little more relaxed. Meeting Argyle you’re starting to figure out why.

“Ahh yeah, dudes was like having a total meltdown at school one day about some stuff with Nancy, I felt bad you know, he looked like someone kicked his dog.” Glancing over at his friend he laughs at the memory.

“So I just showed him the ways of Purple Palm Tree delight and the rest was history.” Smirking proudly when he looks at you, his eyes briefly drift towards your lips curled up into their own grin.

“Finally! Someone got Byers to chill out!” Your praise is loud enough to get a side eye from Jonathan and a laugh from his cute friend.

“It’s super nice of you to come all this way to visit Argyle, I hope you make the most of your time here,” sweetness drips from your words making his eyes grow as big as saucers when he catches the slight invitation hidden inside them.

Jonathan finally speaks loud enough for the whole room to hear, snapping your attention away from the pretty stoner boy.

“Are you guys going to the party at Rick’s tonight?” shoving the bag of weed he just bought in his back pocket, his beady eyes dart between you and Eddie.

Argyle’s still in his own world and Eddie’s got a front row seat to his completely smitten gaze dead set on your face. Despite being annoyed with you all afternoon, you’d always been a good wingman when he needed it. Lips pulling up in a mischievous smirk he wiggles his eyebrows at you before answering.

“We are!”flipping the lid to his lunch box shut with obnoxious force, you’re truly shocked he hasn’t broken it yet with his need for dramatic flair.

The sound of metal clanking loudly snaps Argyle out of whatever lovesick daze you already had him in from just from batting your lashes and showing a little interest. His eyes connect with Eddie's, a sheepish look taking over his face from being caught openly gawking.

“We are? what part-“ Eddie glares at you before cutting you off.

“The party I was literally just telling you about before they got here,” he looks pointedly at the boy shuffling his feet next to you.

Argyle’s eyes stay fixated on the dirty carpeted floor doing his best not to stare, completely oblivious to the way Eddie was trying to help him out, not scold him.

Glancing over at the cowering boy, it’s like a light bulb flashes on top of your head when you realize Eddie was trying to help you get laid.

“Ohhh that party! Sorry, stoner memory you know?” bumping your shoulder with his, your lips twist up in a grin when the chocolate of his eyes meet yours, “Totally going”

The look on Argyle’s face is hard to read as a mixture of excitement and fear cross over his features at the same time. Shifting uneasily, he keeps looking at Eddie from the corner of his eye but he can’t stop the smile that slowly spreads across his soft lips, big pearly whites flashing at you.

“C-cool, I’ll totally see you there,” coughing as he scratches the back of his neck before quickly turning his attention to Eddie, “And uhh- you too man, I’ll uh see you there too!” the last part comes out loud enough to be a yell, his nerves making his voice shake.

“Uhhh, yeah man. For sure,” Eddie’s tone is laced with confusion, eyebrows raised in question as he looks at Argyle like he’s growing a second head.

Jonathan looks at his friend with wide eyes, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment from his outburst. Shaking his head, he stands up with a pat on his thighs - giving the universal gesture for ‘it’s time to go’

“Alright, well this got awkward. I think we’re gonna head out, we’ll see you guys tonight,” beckoning his friend to follow him towards the front door, he steals one last look at you before almost tripping over his own feet following Jonathan, flashing you a lopsided grin.

Shutting the door behind them Eddie turns to you with a smirk that you want to smack off his face.

“Look if that’s what you’re into -“ you throw a stray Readers Digest at Eddie before he has a chance to finish teasing you.

“Oh? Would you like him more in a pleated skirt waving some Pom Pom’s for Jason and his goons?” jumping off the counter you go for the jugular, your smirk growing when you get the same hard glare from earlier in his room.

“Listen, Caspian likes who he likes. I’m just the guy behind the wheel,” hands raised in mock defense, you snort rolling your eyes walking away with crossed arms.

“Eddie, your dick isn’t the Prince of fucking Narnia,” his boisterous laugh booms over the music and your glad he can’t see the way your lips twitch up at his antics, butterflies making their way inside your stomach at the thought of seeing Argyle’s goofy smile again again.

——

You’ve always hated parties, especially Reefer Rick parties. Messy and way too loud, it wasn’t just the usual crowd at Harrington's, dodging leering stares around every corner, you cling to Eddie’s arm as a deterrent.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing that skirt to Rick’s,” laughing at the permanent look of disgust that was stuck on your face as the two of you weave through the crowd, you turn your head up to stick your tongue out.

“You’re gonna give that poor kid a heart attack,” Eddie shakes his head when he sees the Cheshire smile that takes over your face as you approach the makeshift drink station, “Death by bone - Byers!”

Eddie’s outburst makes you jump when your eyes meet Argyle’s from over the keg on the dining room table, the stoned grin on his face faltering when he sees your arm wrapped tightly around Eddie’s. Big brown eyes only grow bigger when he gets a glimpse of the expanse of your legs and another thin tank top covering your chest like earlier, leaving little for his imagination.

The rosy color comes back to his cheeks when you let go of Eddie as you approach with a smile that seemed to be reserved just for him pretty on your glossed lips.

“Hey Argyle,” breathy and smitten, your own cheeks heat up when the corner of his mouth turns up, lopsided just how you like.

“Hey - wow, you look - wow - yeah you look gorgeful,” stumbling over his words, Jonathan looks exasperated with his best friend already, “I mean gorgeous, err — um beautiful.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows in a greeting at you before taking a sip from his red solo cup, doing his best to ignore the stuttering mess next to him as he greets Eddie with their dude shake.

Argyle catches Eddie’s passive stare and it only seems to make him more nervous.

“Hey man, you look, you look uhh great too!” stammering a little less, his voice raises a few octaves borderline yelling just like in the living room earlier.

“Careful Argyle, keep smooth talking me like this and I’m gonna think you want me and not my friend here,” Eddie winks with a dimpled grin spread wide across his face before he scopes out the scene of the party. Zeroing in on a home base on the couch in the living room that sat miraculously unoccupied.

“Think I’m gonna post up, you know what they say ‘When in Rome’,” he gestures with his head to the spot to Jonathan, “Wanna join? I got a joint with our name on it.”

“Isn’t Rick gonna get pissed at you for selling at his house?” finally tearing your eyes away from Argyle who’s openly gaping at Eddie, you look up at your best friend.

“Pffft, please. It’s not like he’s not going to see the fruits of my labor, it’s fine, trust me. He’s probably already plastered and passed out on his waterbed anyway,” shrugging off your concern he looks at Jonathan expectantly.

“You good with that buddy?” clapping a hand on his friend's back, Argyle’s brown eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie, repeating the words “my friend” like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Yeah, he’ll protect me from all the creeps won’t you,” grabbing his hand, the heat of his palm is an instant comfort against yours. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you look up at him from under your lashes. His cheeks turn the color of cherry blossoms when he finally meets your stare, squeezing your hand gently, he looks back at the two boys finding his nerve.

“Yeah I’ll protect this pretty little princess with my life man,” saluting your best friend, Eddie raises his eyebrows seemingly unimpressed before turning back to Jonathan.

“Ready?” ignoring Argyle’s pledge you snort at Eddie’s casual bitchiness.

“Yeah, let's go. Look, be cool man, don’t take anything anyone here offers you, got it? I’m not taking care of you again like that time you ate the mushrooms you found in the woods,” Jonathan looks a lot like the guy you’d always known talking to his friend like he would his little brother with a finger pointed in Argyle’s face.

“There'll be no mushroom consumption on my watch, Byers,” mocking Argyle’s salute, your antics earn an eye roll from Eddie knowing damn well if the offer was given to both of you, you’d fold.

“Alright! You kiddos, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Eddie grabs Jonathan by the shoulders aggressive enough to have his beer slosh over the lid and you were almost positive that annoyed scowl would be stuck on his face all night.

Watching them till they both got lost in the crowd of bodies, you and Argyle finally dare to face each other. The air between you thickening now that you were alone, and he was still very much holding your hand.

“Do-“

“How-“

It was like a cheap rom com the way you both went to talk at the same time, cheeks heating up as you both look at the ground, a new shyness taking over. Squeezing his hand you encourage him.

“You first,” soft and sweet, you swear you his pupils dilate from the way you look at him.

Argyle gets the same expression on his face Eddie does when he’s forced to talk to Chrissy when she comes to buy weed for her friends. He was silently hyping himself up. Straightening his shoulders he clears his throat before the smile that made your stomach do flips graces his kissable lips.

“Can I get the pretty lady a beveregino?”

A stumbling drunk someone knocks into you before you have a chance to give an answer. Flying into his chest he lets go of your hand to grab at your hips, helping you regain your balance. The slurred apology falls on deaf ears when you and Argyle lock eyes from this close, chest to chest his fingers dig into you just enough to notice.

“I’m not much of a drinker, more of a stoner. Wanna go by the lake? I stole a joint from Eddie before we left,” grinning with pride at your sticky fingers, his lips twitch up, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Woman after my own heart, hell yeah! Let's blow this popsicle stand,” turning you around he keeps his hands on your hips, lips coming close to your ear from behind, “Lead the way my weed smoking goddess”

Goosebumps rise, dancing across your skin at the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your neck as you lead him through the crowd. His hands never leave their spot from your hips, their grip tightening as you get closer to the sliding glass door that takes you out to Rick’s backyard.

Stepping onto the wooden deck he finally lets you go, there’s just a few stragglers outside smoking cigarettes too lost in their own conversation to notice the two of you. The air has lost most of its humidity, leaving the night in a post heatwave glow. The stars gleam bright next to the moon in the clear night sky, reflecting off the water it lights your way as you walk hand in hand down to the lake. Stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye the whole way down, you catch him doing the same thing, both of you giggling every time your eyes meet.

Finding a place nestled next to Rick’s boat house, you were far enough from the party for the loud music and constant chattering to seem like a faint noise in the background. The laps of the water hitting the shore take center stage as you curl your legs under your thighs when you sit like the princess he claimed you to be on the plush grass.

His knee brushes yours when he plops down Indian style next to you, his curious eyes follow yours as you look down at your exposed cleavage. Digging into your bra you pull a perfectly rolled joint with a smug smirk on your face, twirling it around in your dainty fingers he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“I thought chicks only did that in movies, that’s some secret spy shit,.” the smile he gives you makes you want to squirm, “Crafty and beautiful.”

Not used to the kind of confidence he was giving you alone like this, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile as you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Please, Eddie’s just oblivious,” scoffing, your face feels like the hottest part of the day from words that were sweeter than the ice cream cone you had earlier at Benny’s.

“I think it’s a little bit of both,” winking as he leans back, eyes watching you the way every woman dreams of as you search for a lighter.

“I think Eddie still has the lighter,” the cute pout that pulls at your bottom lip has his fingers twitching.

Holding up his index finger he starts digging through his multicolored jogger pockets.

“No need to worry, I’ve got us covered beautiful,” pulling out a bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza one, he hands it to you with a lazy lopsided grin.

“My hero,” leaning forward as you snatch it, you dare to press a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude.

His eyes go wide enough to see the whites behind them and that perfect kind of smile that pushes against his cheeks is almost brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

Scooting closer when you flick the lighter, the breeze that washes over the lake has other plans when it keeps snuffing the flame out. After the third failed attempt Argyle scoots closer, shoulders and thighs touching his big hands cover yours as a shield.

“Thank you,” daring to look at him from this close, his eyes meet yours almost instantly, catching the way they flutter down to your lips and how he has to wet his own after.

Tearing your gaze away, you focus on lighting the joint, the flame catching almost instantly with his help. Twirling it around so it burns even, he lets his hands fall at the same time as you. The palm of yours landing on the top of his, your eyes meeting again as you hollow out your cheeks taking the first hit. He just smirks, not moving an inch, the heat of his body is warm against your skin from this close.

The silence is comfortable as the two of you pass the joint back and forth for a while, fingers brushing purposefully with every hand off. Leaning completely against each other with pinkies hooked between you, he’s the one that breaks the silence when you hit the middle of the joint.

“So have you lived here your whole life?” plucking at the grass next to him he looks up at you with soft eyes as you finish filling your lungs.

“Yep, pretty much. My parents lived in Indianapolis till I was three then moved here for a quieter life,” snorting at the cliche of it, you pass him the joint, “What about you? Always been in California?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. She’s like the best ever though, so, you know I don’t really need anyone else but her,” taking a big hit of the joint so he didn’t have to elaborate further, you changed the subject.

“Would you ever leave? Like, move somewhere else?” it’s your turn to pick at the grass, the nerves of getting to know a boy getting the best of you.

“What? Like here?” smirking at you when he hands you the joint, your cheeks heat up at what he’s implying.

“No! Don’t move to Hawkins, there’s nothing here,” smiling around the end of the joint you take a hit to distract yourself from his playful stare.

“I don’t know, it seems pretty cool to me so far,” you don’t miss the way his pinky squeezes yours after the sentence leaves his mouth, eyes looking at you pointedly daring you to catch on.

“You wouldn’t survive the winters, I’m sure of it,” looking at him from under the hood of your lashes, your teeth tug at your bottom lip barely hiding your smile when you hand him back the joint.

“What about you? Do you wanna move?” his eyes glaze over when he takes his hit starting to reach the end of it, your bodies buzzing with the high and the excitement of a new crush.

“More than anything, Community College is just really cheap out here and I don’t know what I want to do yet, so the plan is to move anywhere that's not here after I figure that out,” sighing at the thought of finally leaving Hawkins you meet his gaze when you feel the chocolate of his eyes on you.

“I’m going to Community College too! And I also don’t know what I’m doing! Look at us two peas in a pod man,” he’s loud with excitement sending you into a fit of giggles and you lean even deeper into his side as he hands you the joint.

“Just need Eddie hurry it up, he finally graduated but he still has to take two summer school classes. We’re supposed to do this college thing together,” he catches the small frustrated pout you try to hide.

It’s quiet for a minute, the elephant in the room coming back as the sound of the water and crickets fill your ears.

“So you and Eddie like never..?” not bold enough to meet your side eye after the question leaves his mouth, you smirk as you take another rip. Exhaling slowly before handing it back to him.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids so naturally, we tried kissing once. It happened the summer before Junior year,” sticking your tongue out like there was a bad taste in your mouth, the memory makes you shudder, “Too weird, we’re too close.”

Argyle just nods trying to keep his poker face as he takes a hit when he hears that Eddie has actually kissed you before, but you catch on quick.

“Besides, despite the metal appearance,” leaning closer like you were about to indulge in a secret you whisper, “He likes cheerleaders.”

Earning a snort from him the smoke of his inhale flows freely out his nose and mouth as he chuckles at your antics.

“And I like pizza delivery boys, especially cute ones from California,” the weed settles enough to make you feel bold and you watch him freeze at your flirty words.

He slowly meets your gaze, bloodshot eyes scanning your face for any trace of humor but he’s only met with the hungry look in yours staring at his lips, and he swears your brows furrow with want when your tongue glides across wetting your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” his voice cracks when he puts out the remainder of the joint into the ground, angling his body more towards yours.

Nodding, you squeeze your hooked pinky with his silently begging him to give you what you want.

Taking your cue, he leans forward close enough for your noses to touch, the hesitation to fully commit has your lips brushing feather light against his. You can taste the last of the joint as you breath each other in, grabbing a fist full of his shirt when you’ve finally had enough, you close the gap with a satisfied hum when they mold instantly with yours.

It feels like the Fourth of July behind your closed lids, still a month away but the fireworks you swear you feel blur your vision when you lose yourself in him. Begging for more when your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he groans low when he gives you everything you want. Tongues and teeth clash together desperate like years of pining finally come to an end despite it being less than a day, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was him, but it feels like it’s everything you want and more.

The initial intensity dwindles as you start to move lazy and slow against each other. Taking his time, he savors every giggle and gasp he pulls from you. Your hands find their way into his long hair, it’s even softer than you imagined when your fingers run through it. His hat falls off when you give it a gentle tug at the base of his neck.

Working up enough courage to pull you on his lap, he swallows your moan when you feel the bulge in his pants. The lace panties you wore just for him and the thin material of his joggers is the only thing between you and what’s underneath. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips with his hands and you can’t help it when you rock against him, feeling every inch of him against your clit.

Pulling you down closer, his lips take a break from yours to make their way over your jaw and down the curve of your neck. Nipping and sucking against all the sweet spots that sit nestled just behind your ear. A high pitched whine escapes you when he applies just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, smiling against your skin, his nose nudges against your earlobe, a soft “Yeah?” sending your nerves down your spine.

His hands make their way to your thighs squeezing at the soft fat before his fingertips drag their way across the expanse of them finding their new home at the curve of your ass. Toying with the sides of your underwear you collect his lips again with your fingers holding onto his chin.

Rocking with a little more force when your tongues meet again, his hands grip you harder making you bite his lip in response.

“You- you can touch me,” your voice is quiet when you dare to say the words out loud, his lips stopping abruptly against yours.

“A-are you sure?” his eyes look black even in the moonlight when they meet yours from over the bridge of your nose.

Nodding against him, you encourage his hand as your lips meet his again, pulling your panties to the side he groans loud into your mouth when he’s met with your slick folds coating his fingertips.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re real,” staring up at you, he’s mesmerized at the way you shudder when the pads of his long fingers rub circles on your clit.

Mewling when he lets the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally pushes one in, your velvet walls gripping him hard, pulling him deeper. His hips jut up at the sensation only adding to how good it all feels.

“G- god Argyle don’t - don’t stop please,” your demand comes out as a whine when he adds a second finger, curving them slightly brushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“I like that, I like when you say my name like that,” the pad of his thumb meets your bundle of nerves as you start to shamelessly ride his hand, the need to cum taking over all the bashfulness from before.

“Yeah?”

Nodding against the side of your face he nips at your jaw before taking your lips, the strokes of his fingers becoming more deliberate.

He manages to say, “Do it again” between kisses as he curves his fingers once more, getting him exactly what he asked for.

Kisses turn sloppy as you get closer to your release, your hands leave their place on his shoulders to dig at the roots at the nape of his neck, tugging the way that earned you a moan the last time.

He increases the speed of his fingers, the sound of how wet you are is loud enough to be embarrassing but it only makes him twitch inside his pants as he thrusts up, your mouth falling open against his.

“I’m gonna - god - I’m gonna cum,” pulling his hair hard enough it should hurt, he only pushes himself deeper in response, the new intensity sending you over the edge.

“Yeah? Good, come on let me feel it,” his voice is hardly recognizable the moment those words come out of your mouth. Deep and thick with want, it has your thighs shaking as you drench his fingers, face buried in the crook of his neck you let your orgasm wash over you like a storm.

“Jesus, you look like an angel right now,” his voice comes out like a whisper, almost like he’s saying it to himself.

His hips stop their movements as his fingers slow their pace when he feels your body start to calm down, pulling them out despite the fight of your walls they keep fluttering around nothing from the aftershock.

Your gasp is quiet against his skin when you don’t feel so full anymore. You’re too stoned and too tired to open your eyes when you hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean.

“You’re sweeter than fucking pineapple, I swear,” chuckling at his own revelation your lips tug up into a smirk finally having the strength to meet his gaze.

“You like pineapple?” you had no idea the question would elicit such a strong response until his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Do I like pineapple? Do I like -“ Jonathan’s panicked voice rings out over the lake interrupting the out of body experience Argyle was about to have about fruit.

“Come on guys, Rick kicked Eddie out for selling at his party!”

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stranger-than-fictionn · 2 years

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The Best of Friends

(I thought about this and I had to put it into words)

-Argyle x afab!reader/ Jonathan x afab!reader/ Johnathan x Arygle (kinda)

-warnings: smut!! threesome (👀), blowjob, fingering, pervert Johnathan

-summary: Johnathan hasn’t been the same after his breakup, but at least he has his two best friends to help him

Johnathan knew what he was getting into when you and Argyle started dating. He was thinking his two closest friends are going to be two busy with each to hang out anymore. Even with those negative thoughts that wasn’t the case, you two made sure to equal amount of time with him you two would with each other.

You guys were especially there when Johnathan came to school from the weekend with the news Nancy broke up with him. You and Argyle felt terrible for Johnathan and wanted to cheer up your friend, no matter the cost.

Johnathan felt horrible. He thought about everything while driving to Argyle’s house. Everything that has happened in the past few weeks after his breakup with Nancy. He feels a sense of relief but also a sense of pain, he really loved this girl, but this move to California took that chance away from him.

He tried going out on his own but can’t without wanting to cry, he wants to listen to the radio but can’t help it but think of Nancy at every love song, and he could even get off without feeling horrible about this breakup. He knew the both of you wanted to cheer him up any way you could, which was a movie and game night. Johnathan parked his car, sighing before stepping out to walk to the front door. He looked at his watch, he was around 10 minutes earlier than expected. Argyle told him before there was a spare key under the doormat for him to use anytime.

He picked the key from the ground, unlocking the door. He set the key back in its original spot before heading in. Johnathan looked around to not see his friends waiting on the couch. He saw the snacks for the night and movies laid out on the coffee table for the night. Johnathan walked around his friend’s home, walking up the stairs to continue to search for his friends.

Johnathan continued to look around, seeing Argyle room door opened slightly. He snuck up to the door, hearing movements and heavy breathing. He peaked around the cracked open door, and he felt his face heat up.

He saw Argyle on top of you on his bed, kissing your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. Argyle was making slow, long thrusts into you, “Babe...We should hurry up, he’s going to be here any minute..” you whined, your boyfriend kissing you in response, “Don’t worry, we have time dude...I haven’t showed you this kind of love in a while,” he said, picking up his movements to move faster into you. When you started to moan, Johnathan pulled himself back. His breath was heavy as he heard his best friend fuck his other best friend.

Trying his best to be quiet, he made his way downstairs and out the door. He pressed his back against the front door, his pants feeling tight. This was wrong, so wrong. He shouldn’t feel this way about his two best friends. He tried to spend the next few minutes calming down and try to ignore the feeling in his pants.

Once he was able to cover his problem, he heard two people coming down the stairs with laughs and giggles. Johnathan quickly knocked on the front door, almost pounding on the wood. He rubbed his sweaty hands along his pants as you opened the door, “Hey Johnny! You’re just in time, come on in!” you said cheerfully, “You know I don’t like that nickname, Y/n.” he pouted, walking inside yet again.

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A week pasted from the incident and Johnathan can’t stop thinking about what he saw. He had no one to really to talk to about it, he wasn’t going to tell his mom or brother, he obviously can’t tell his two best friends, he was going to burst soon though.

The three of you were in the back of Arygle’s van in the empty valley, getting ready to light up. “Johnathan, what’s wrong man? You seem kinda off,” Argyle asked, sounding concern. You also agreed while packing the bowl of grinded up weed, “Are you still upset about Nancy? We can talk about it if you want...” you said, looking at him.

“I just...I don’t know, I have something on my chest, and I can’t tell you guys,” he said. “Well you can tell us bro we won’t judge,” Argyle said, scooting closer to Johnathan. He shook his head, “No you guys would be mad and grossed out,” he groaned, trying to avoid telling his secret.

“We won’t judge you,” you said, setting the bong aside and moving to the other side of your worried friend. He paused, sighing before saying, “Do you promise to not be mad or grossed out?” he said, you two agreeing.

“O-Okay...The day we were going to play games and watch a movie, I got there earlier than expected. I used the key under the mat and walked in and I was looking around for you guys. I walked up stairs and I continued to look and then...I saw you two...having sex..” he said, cringing at himself for talking about it, “Then I left as fast as I could to get outside. I was standing by the door for a while so it could seem I came ‘just in time’ and I feel gross cause I got..really turned on watching and hearing the both of you...” he said, finally letting the truth out.

He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh of relief and nervousness. “So, you think it was hot watching us?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. Johnathan kept his eyes screwed shut, nodding his head. “Hey man, don’t sweat it, I can see why you would be that way since you haven’t gotten any action in like a year, dude,” Argyle said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You sure?” he asked, to make sure he didn’t upset his friends. “Yeah, it’s okay Johnathan...kinda hot if you ask me..” you said, biting your bottom lip while looking at your already smirking boyfriend. Johnathan looked at the both of you, “Are you sure..?” he asked, voice quiet.

“Yeah, me and Y/n talked about letting someone else joining in one night before, if you would want to man, you have an open invitation to join us one night.” Argyle said, smiling at his friend as you grabbed the bong and started to light the packed bowl with your lighter. Johnathan smiled and nodded, silently accepting the invitation. The three of you then commenced your weekly Friday night smoke sesh.

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The next two weeks have been one of the best ever since that Friday. Ever since Johnathan accepted your invitation, the three of you seemed closer. Johnathan gradually grew happier and forgot about the Nancy situation. When you and Argyle were at the Byers residence, Joyce thanked you and your boyfriend for making Johnathan happy again.

It was finally Friday, Johnathan invited you and Argyle to his house since his mom and siblings would be out for the night to spend time with Mike who just flew in. The three of you were in his room, talking and laughing about stuff that happened in school that day. Johnathan was laying across his bed while sit sat between Argyles’ thighs, Johnathan wouldn’t want to spend this Friday night with anyone else. He saw how Argyle tickled you and apologize with cheek kisses. Johnathan smiled as he watched, he used to have someone to do that to...

“Hey guys...” he said, catching your guy’s attention, “ Can...can I use that invitation now...?’ he asked, feeling his face heat up. The both of you looked at him, then each other. You two had a silent agreement to his request, “Okay, we’re down with it man...” Argyle said, kissing you to get Johnathan riled up. He watched with warm cheeks and a fluttery stomach, he hasn’t felt this way in a long time. He watched Argyle kiss you, using his tongue and his hands to your breast. His slow yet rough grip making you moan into your boyfriend’s mouth.

Johnathan sat up and slid a tab closer to you two as Argyle pulled away, “To get comfortable, you can kiss Y/n to start off, okay?” he said, letting you sit up and get close to your friend. Johnathan leaned in slow, closing his eyes as you closed the gap, he feels so light and a little nervous kissing his friend.

“You can touch their boobs too man, get comfortable,” He said, taking Johnathan’s hands and placing on your breasts. You smiled into your kisses with Johnathan, he seemed very excited to kiss and touch you. Knowing it’s been a year for him without any sex, you and your boyfriend want to give Johnathan a good time. Johnathan grabbed your breast with a tight grip, moaning as he did. Your boyfriend continued to guide his friend, “Now, kiss their neck, they really like that..”

He listened and moved down to kiss you neck, continuing to grope you. As you leaned your head back, your boyfriend tilted your head to face him and kiss you. “Is it okay if we start take off our clothes?” Johnathan asked while panting from feeling hot from kissing you. Argyle pulled away and nodded, starting to lift up your shirt enough to reveal your light pink bra to your friend. Johnathan feels the same tight feeling in his pants, “Excited there, dude?” Argyle asked while smiling, Johnathan smiled back and nodded, “Is it okay if I take my pants off..?” he asked, “Of course man get comfortable, we got the night ahead of us,” Argyle said, his hands traveling down your stomach.

Johnathan got off his bed to take off his pants. He looks over to see Argyle kissing you while taking off your pants. He takes a second to almost realize that he’s about to have sex with his friend and their boyfriend is allowing it to happen. He comes back onto his bed and looks down at you. “Alright man, I don’t know if you’re gonna be rusty but before I get to business, I always go down on Y/n, I think you should do the same,” Argyle said, kissing your head after.

Johnathan nodded as he lowered himself close to your panties, they matched your bra, how cute. You slid your body down Argyle’s chest, bringing yourself closer to Johnathan’s face. He took this as a sign to start as he pulled your panties to the side, seeing how wet you were. Johnathan gave you kitten licks, his arms hooking around your thighs.

You rested one hand on his head while the other holds your boyfriend’s hand. Johnathan started feeling bolder, using his tongue on your clit as he removed on arm around your thigh, his fingers prodding at the entrance of your cunt.

Argyle groped your boob with his free hand as he kissed the temple of your head, pulling your bra down to pinch one your hardened nipples. You moaned as you felt his fingers curl up and hit your bundle of nerves. Your breath was heavy yet light at the same time, fingers gripping his brown hair from the root., “Mmm, Johnathan, don’t stop...” you moaned, closing your eyes to revel in the pleasure you feel. Your moans and plea were all Johnathan needed to pick up the pace. “That’s it, please keep going..!” you said, getting louder with your voice and moans.

it’s been a while since Johnathan has done this for someone, it felt good to know he still has magic touch. He felt himself grinding into his bed as he ate you out, giving himself some pleasure as he finger-fucked you. “That’s it man, Y/n is feeling really good now, so make sure to keep it up so they can cum,” said Argyle, giving his friend encouragement. Johnathan’s movements didn’t faulter, still having a good speed even without having to use this helpful skill in a year. Your thighs started to quiver as he sucked on your swollen bud, your grip in his hair getting tighter, “I’m so close, make me cum Johnathan..!” you squealed, pulling the hand in his hair away to cover your mouth, feeling close.

Argyle made another encourage and praising comment to Johnathan as you closed your thighs together, coming on his finger and into his mouth. Johnathan let you ride out your high, not minding your thighs. As soon as you opened your thighs, you apologized, “Sorry for like...crushing your head..” you laughed, Argyle joining.

“Now Johnathan, I’ll let you fuck Y/n while they blow me, sound cool?” he asked, “Y-Yeah, sounds good...here hold on..” he mumbled while getting off the bed. He grabbed a box with condoms out from under his bed and grabbed one. He originally bought these for when Nancy was supposed to fly in, but plans changed. Johnathan moved his boxers and let his erection spring out, tip already leaking. He ripped the golden wrapper and slid on the rubber material as he looked over to see Argyle laying back on his bed with Y/n on top, kissing them as they stroked his dick. Y/n moved down their boyfriend’s body, getting close to his dick. His pants were pulled down to knee length as his shirt rid up his stomach.

Johnathan came back on the bed, behind Y/n, “Alright dude I know you got a rubber on but no coming inside, okay?” Argyle said, his hand resting on Y/n’s head. “Okay...Thank you guys again for this,” Johnathan said, making sure your panties are still to the side and lining himself to your entrance. You hummed as you started to suck on your boyfriend’s dick, earning a groan from him. Johnathan took a deep breath before pushing in, getting the familiar feeling back of what sex feels like again. He started off slow, holding onto Yn’s waist as he moves.

You moaned around your boyfriend’s dick, looking up to see your boyfriend with hooded eyes and his mouth slightly open, “You look so beautiful...” he said, smiling at you after. As you hummed in response, Johnathan started to move faster, letting out a strong of moans. The three of you felt hot, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies as all your moans harmonized together, creating a symphony of pleasure.

Johnathan closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you from the inside. His breath felt heavy as he thrusted into you, having you bounce back on him. You continued to suck off your boyfriend, using your hand to stroke whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Johnathan squeezed the flesh on your ass, slapping it gently after. “Y/n likes having their ass smacked, you can keep going..” Argyle moaned, feeling you take him fully into your mouth.

“Okay..” Johnathan mumbled, feeling himself make fast and rough thrust, smacking your ass as well. You started to clench around your friend’s dick, feeling hot. You took your boyfriend’s dick out and stroked it while moaning, “You feel so good Johnathan, don’t stop...” you tell your friend before you smile at Argyle, “I love you so much baby,” you said before sucking him off again. Argyle moaned, “I love you more..” helping you move you head up and down.

Johnathan felt a coil in his stomach tighten, “Fuck I’m close..” he moaned loudly, grabbing your hips to thrust into you harder. You moaned again, feeling close as well as your boyfriend also made a comment about almost coming.

You were the first to cum, making loud, muffled noises and clenching around your friend’s cock. Johnathan was next, pulling out and take off the condom to end up coming on your lower back and ass. Argyle was last, moaning as he came into your mouth. You swallowed it all before pulling away.

All of you were panting and breathing heavy, “Hold on I’ll clean you up Y/n,” said Johnathan, getting up and grabbing a random shirt off his floor to wipe your back. Once he got the cum off and put on his pants, you laid down next to your boyfriend “That was amazing...” said Argyle, pulling up his pants and tucking himself away. You hummed and smiled, kissing him.

In the meantime, Johnathan grabbed your pants for you and helped you put them on, “Thank you Johnny, we three definitely have to do this again...” you mumbled, cuddling with your boyfriend who agreed with you. Johnathan came up behind you, joining the cuddle pile, “You know I hate that nickname Yn,” he said smiling, hearing laughter from his two closest friends.

Breakups are hard and difficult to get over, but with some love from your close friends, they’ll help you find happiness again....some ways more extreme than others.

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mydearzero · 2 years

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argyle smut

Thanks for the request and input, definitely enjoyed writing this while listening to your dog bark my ears off <3 <3

Hit It | Argyle x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Argyle loves fucking you in the back of his van

Body worship, protected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f rec), smoking weed, female reader, inexperienced!argyle

1.4K words

18+ MINORS DNI

You weren't above fucking in a van. You weren't above fucking surrounded by empty pizza boxes, with the smell of pepperoni and weed lingering in the air. What you were above, however, was fucking Argyle with his choice to wear two high pigtails on the top of his head. "Stop! You look insane!" You shrieked as you laughed.

Argyle gave a light chuckle and took the hair ties out. "Bummer, dude. I was totally going for this whole schoolgirl look the guys seem to dig." He took a hit of his blunt, the stump nearly going out.

"Last hit for her majesty?" He turned it to you. You smiled broadly and took it from him, putting it between your lips and inhaling sharply, laying back and leaning on your elbow. The blunt burnt up, so you put it out and threw it away.

Argyle turned to you lying on the blanket, putting his hat on the icebox beside you. He bent over you to give a quick peck to your nose, his hair clouding your vision.

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and shifted to put it up. He did it with such ease he made your hair skills look like amateur hour. The bun he ended up with was chaotic— but a huge improvement from the double pigtail look.

You weren't exactly sure how this arrangement with Argyle even came to be. You moved to Cali and became friends with Jonathan, who, in turn, introduced you to Argyle. He gave you your first weed, you gave him his first sex. It just worked.

Argyle was a generous lover. Perhaps a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. He worshipped the ground you walked on— cherished every part of your body. At times, he would just run his hands all over you while smiling to himself.

After an incident where you'd laid on his hair and almost snapped his neck, you started carrying extra hair ties so he could put it up when things got heated.

Argyle took his time taking off your bottoms, wondering at your thighs and legs as he did so. He kissed your left leg from ankle to just beside your pussy, before repeating the same actions on the other side. He'd developed a recent obsession with eating you out and wanting to make you cum— Not that you were complaining.

He gave a tentative lick between your folds, making you sigh and rest your head against a pillow that was propped up by a stack of pizza boxes. He'd become quite the expert at eating pussy throughout the weeks. Whenever he got horny, he'd claim he 'Needs practice, babe' and proceed to go down on you. A great deal, really.

He circled your clit a couple of times before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you slowly. The music playing in the background was mellow. You loved how hanging with Argyle was always so insanely relaxing. Your hands made their way into his luscious locks, the only time you were allowed to do so being while he ate you out. You gave an encouraging tug when his fingers joined his tongue in giving you pleasure.

"Argyle... Fuck" you moaned as he sped up, bringing you close to your release. You could feel him smile against your pussy. He just loved making you cum so, so very much. He loved watching your face as he felt your pussy clench around his tongue and fingers. Loved listening to your moans of bliss and shouts of his name as he sent you over the edge.

Your chest heaved when you finally came down from your high, looking down to watch Argyle with that satisfied grin he only gets at times like these. "Bodacious, dude." He nodded. How he managed to stay so casual during your encounters was a miracle in itself. It was just so... So Argyle.

He shuffled around the van for a bit, letting you catch your breath. He muttered to himself for a bit, but finally lit up and rummaged through the glove box. He fished a strip of condoms out of it and held them up to show them to you. "Safety first, amiga."

You giggled at his proud smile, something you seemed to do often around him. He ripped one off and proceeded to shimmy out of his pants. He put on the condom, still struggling to get it right. You sat up on your knees, helping him out. You held the tip of the condom and looked up to catch his gaze when you rolled it down.

Turned on Argyle might just be your favourite Argyle. He seemed to have this distinct level of sobriety that came with his arousal, only amplified by his high. He really lived in the moment, enjoying every single second.

You laid back again and allowed him to position himself on top of you. You smiled as a few strands of hair escaped from the bun, tickling your skin. Argyle didn't seem to notice, too entranced with your figure beneath him.

"You're a goddess, man." He told you matter-of-factly as he bent down to leave kisses all over your body. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly inched himself inside, relishing in the feeling.

Yes, this was definitely your favourite Argyle. Oblivious to the world around him, enchanted by the feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick. Completely fucked out the second he got inside of you.

He started moving, thrusting in the exact rhythm and force he knew you enjoyed. You'd never fucked anybody as obsessed with making their partner come as Argyle. It was half the fun for him, seeing you enjoy yourself on his cock.

And enjoy, you did. His fingers made their way back to your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He rubbed in sync with his thrusts, watching you writhe at the feeling and smiling. The cooler next to you provided the perfect temperature in the California heat.

The thrusts of his dick matched with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with the music so well that you were almost convinced he'd made a sex mixtape for the very purpose of fucking you in his van.

Argyle was vocal during sex, telling you how beautiful you were over and over as he lost himself in satisfying you. You told him the same, but it never carried the same weight it did when he said it. He genuinely believed you were the eighth wonder of the world.

The pitch of your voices increased along with the thrusts, Argyle finally seeking his own release. The rubber in his hair gave up, snapping in the middle of a particularly hard thrust. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, covering you. It tickled, but you didn't mind. He looked so pretty with his hair down, pure bliss on his face as he stilled and came.

His fingers sped up, making you scream his name once more before your second orgasm hit you. Argyle hissed as you tightened around him, pulling out immediately out of overstimulation. He gave you another peck on your nose, pulling his hair away from your body and lying beside you in the cramped space in the back of the van.

He removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can in the front of the van. "Oh, I totally missed, bro" he grumbled, the condom hitting the driver's seat. You chuckled at his actions as he shrugged. A problem for later.

He rummaged around the pizza boxes, finding a cold piece that had probably been there since that afternoon. He put the slice to your mouth, allowing you to take a bite. It wasn't too bad.

"Let's just veg out for a bit, man." He spoke up as he munched on the pizza. You nodded in agreement before smiling and turning to him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. If you could stay like this, fucked out, enjoying pizza while still slightly high with Argyle by your side, you wouldn't change it for the world.

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jvblood · 2 years

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shopping spree

pairing: argyle x afab reader

word count: 3k

summary: You go on a shopping spree with Argyle and found this beautiful sundress and skimpy bikini. Argyle loved one more than the other though.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), idk if this is a warning but it’s a sorta modern au

a/n: this literally took me all day so i'm sorry. i really did not pull through with this. if you have anything in particular else, let me know <3 also i love writing argyle saying bro and dude in a romantic way also also i poorly proofread so don't hate me.

As spring break rolled around, you decided that your closet could use an update. Your closet was filled with over vibrant long sleeves, long pants, and clothes that required a good reason to wear it outside. Maybe a new skirt? Or even a new blouse? All you know is that you needed something new. You don’t really have that many girlfriends to go with, so who else but your boyfriend , Argyle, to take you on this frivolous adventure. You heard the honk of the van and rushed out the door.

“Hey, dude!” Argyle greets as you shut the door of the van. His smile widening as you make yourself comfortable.

“Hey, man,” you say, struggling to reach for your seat belt, “you ready to roll?” He playfully scoffs and puts the car into drive. He bobbed and weaved through the neighborhood, and honest to god, you could feel your heart rate speeding up from how fast he was going. But, you trust him, he wouldn’t harm you, even by accident.

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You arrived at the mall in one piece, thankfully, but now comes the hardest part. Trying to find a store that deems worthy. You settle on Spencers and hastily walk in with Argyle. It wasn’t because it scared you, it was just the back wall encounter would be a different story to talk about with Argyle. You nervously look through the clothes, trying to find something comfortable you could wear that wasn’t inappropriate for the family, but it was either that or some musician shirt. Argyle on the other hand was eating it up. He picked himself a ‘Fet’s Luck’ shirt and started huffing out in excitement. You roll your eyes playfully, accepting nothing in here would be of use to you. Argyle, on the other hand, makes it to the checkout to get his shirt and exits the store with you.

“Where to next, dudette?” He says as you attach yourself to his arm, smiling.

You both walk towards the nearest Forever 21. You don’t usually shop here but it’s time for a change of pace. You look through their spring collection and browse. You finally stop in front of the swimwear collection. You aimlessly look through with Argyle right beside you, wondering what could look good for this year’s swimming activity. Suddenly, a simple black string bikini piece catches your eye.

“How about this!” You say looking at Argyle. He was looking at the strings, eyes widened and mouth hanging.

“Where is the rest of it?” He says picking up the two piece.

“That’s how it’s supposed to look.” You say rolling your eyes. Quickly, you find your size and hold onto it, continuing your shopping. You hand Argyle the bikini when you found the cutest sundress. You grabbed the dress and pressed it against your body, imagining what you would look like with it on.

“How about this?” You say grabbing Argyle attention. His mind is all over the place. The thought of you in the dress could simply be the death of him. The dress exposed your collar bones and fit pretty around your torso and chest. The length of the dress could hit the floor with a high slit. You could see yourself sitting pretty in the dress while Argyle could see you underneath him with the dress on. This time with his hair tied.

“It’s dope.” He stutters looking back and forth from the dress and you. Your smile shown, thinking that this dress could be perfect.

“Could you be a doll and hold onto these for me as well, please?” You pout, hoping he would say yes. How could he say no when you’re too sweet? He nodded and followed you around like a puppy. You grabbed more items and started piling them up in Argyle’s hands.

Finally, you decided it was time to check out. Argyle puts all the clothes on the counter and huffs out. Any longer his arm’s would've fallen. The cashier looked defeated with the way the pile of clothes sat and waited to be scanned. They begrudgingly began scanning the clothes and put them into bags. You paid for your things while Argyle took the initiative to hold your bags. He insisted on taking them for you since you guys were here for you.

You couldn’t help but think Argyle was being super kind to you. So you wanted to reward him. You both make your way to the food court, ready to eat something up.

“What do you want to eat?” You ask as you both found your way to a table for two. He mentions a pretzel at Auntie Anne’s and attempts to get up to go buy one. You push him back down onto the seat and tell him you’ll be getting it for the both of you. He emphasized that he should get it but you reluctantly disagreed and told him to stay with the bags.

Argyle finally listened as he sat back down. You gladly make your way to get you guys a pretzel and a drink. One for the both of you. You safely made it back to the table without any harm to the food.

“I wanted it to be my treat,” you say, handing him his pretzel, “ since you’ve been so kind as to hold my things for me.”

“I would do anything for you.” He breathed out and blushed. Argyle lost his train of thought while you smiled at him. He was enthralled with you from the beginning. You knew Argyle could be all sweet but each time he does it, it always makes your heart flutter.

Luckily, you and Argyle felt that it was time to head home, so you both prepared to get ready to leave, throwing away your respective trash and making your way to the exit.

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Arriving home, you see your parents are still gone, so you invite Argyle in. Your parents knew you were going to be with him all day and they trusted the both of you, which you were thankful for. They wanted to give a bit of freedom before the two of you are about head into your first year of college in a couple months. This was the first step into freedom. As you both walked into your room, you had the marvelous idea.

“Hey, babe, let me go put these on and rate them for me, please?” You ask as you take your bags. “Of course, bro.” He says as he kisses your forehead and sits on your bed waiting. You promptly leave the room, bags in hand, and begin to head for the bathroom. You started off mild, wearing clothes you know that probably won’t be on the floor tonight. Yet, each piece you put on, Argyle loved, he couldn’t really see a flaw in each outfit. Argyle could never say that you didn’t look amazing in anything you bought. He loved you and whatever you wore just enhanced it. All the pieces were breathtaking to him.

Finally, the two pieces that you were holding off. You slipped on the bikini and looked into the mirror. You never really saw your body like this but you feel confident. You inched your way back to your room with a waiting Argyle.

His jaw dropped as you walked through the door. Now you started feeling a bit more self-conscious about what you wore. Argyle though was eating it up. Trying to save this image in head so he could remember this when he dies. Which he also hopes isn’t until a super long time.

“What do you think?” You say while twirling around. Argyle was still sitting in silence, brain full of the thought of you. He was at a loss of words, he wanted to go on and on about how you look amazing like how you did in the other clothes but he was literally at a loss of words.

“You can say you don’t like it.” You tease as you walk to him. You reached him and he pulled you closer to him. All Argyle could do was a hasty laugh. His hands crept up onto your waist, hugging you. He was slouching, allowing him to look up at you for once and you looked down at him, smirking.

“How could I hate this?” He says as he slowly begins kissing your skin. He tugged at the bikini bottom and let go, causing you to yelp at the sudden action.

“Argyle, please” you giggle, “I need to go put on the last item.”

“There’s one more?” He asked as he lifted his head up to look at you once more.

“Yes, let me put it on.” You say as you detach yourself from his hold.

Finally came the sun dress that you bought. The item that you knew would drive him crazy. You decided no panties and no bra for the dress. You promptly made it back to the room and Argyle sucked in a breath as if he had to hold his breath. The dress looked amazing on you. It fit your body so beautifully that Argyle thought he could start crying right now.

“Come here.” He whispered. You paced yourself towards him as he watched you from head-to-toe. Being under his watchful eye made you nervous. He stood up, taller than you of course. His eyes soften to the sight of you in the dress and you could feel your heart thumping, hell you could hear it even. He caresses your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear to see your face clearly. Argyle’s soft eyes stare at you, thinking how could someone like you fall into his life.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He moans out. Argyle can’t help but glance down to your lips every second. You pick up on his hint and look at him as well. As if it was a silent agreement, you both meet in the middle and gently kiss. He pulls back reluctantly, thinking a quick breather was neccesary. He looks down into your eyes, taking it all in. Being able to just enjoy the moment of the two in silence. You bite your lip, reminded of what’s not underneath the dress.

“I want you to feel beautiful too.” He says as he goes back in for another kiss. You didn’t expect this sudden straightforwardness Argyle displayed. Yet, he was true to his comment: He would do anything for you. He wanted you to feel good, that’s the only thing on his mind right now. He takes your hand and leads you to lay down on the bed. You make it to the pillows and lean back on the headrest of your bed. He’s laying next to you one arm propping himself up while his other was allowing him to rake his hand up and down your leg, thanks to the slit.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers into your ear. You shivered to the feeling of his touch, it was tantalizingly slow, he was teasing at this point. Soon, he reaches your core. He moans at the fact that you took off your panties before he could. He brings his hand up to his mouth and dribbles a bit of spit onto his finger, then he reaches back down and slowly circled your clit. The feeling made you get more aroused. You could feel yourself getting wetter as Argyle kept on massaging your clit. You pulled down the top of the dress to expose your breast and began teasing your nipple.

Argyle could not stop staring at your breasts. If he could, he would call them his home. He instantly puts one in his mouth, tugging and teasing the bud. Your moans fill the room as he starts sucking. As if the cock block gods had heard the please of your voice, your parents came home. You could hear the slam of the car door and thankfully the last working brain cell that wasn’t horny was able to snap back to reality.

“Fuck!” You say as you snap your head to the door. Quickly, you push Argyle off of you. Not too hard but hard enough to get the hint.

“My parents are here!” You whispered as you picked up all of your clothes and fixed yourself to make it seem as if you weren’t about to have the most mind blowing orgasm. Argyle had to calm himself down. He was straining against his pants and needed to calm the erection. You smoothed out the dress and pushed your hair out of the way. Argyle, on the other hand, was still trying to fight off the boner.

“Honey?” Your mom calls out from the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Your father and I picked something up for dinner, we know Argyle is here so come out when you’re ready to eat.”

When you’re ready to eat? You thought. Does that mean you could—

“Come out now.” Your father bellows through the house. Gingerly the two of you exit the room. Argyle, now boner free, was able to calmly leave the room. You slowly make it to the dining room table and take a seat.

“Nice to see you two,” your mother says as she sets dinner plates down “ we noticed the van, so Argyle, you are not leaving until you eat.”

“I was bout to eat a cookie, actually.” Argyle huffs causing you to wide-eyed. You slap his arm playfully and all he could do was laugh. You both sat down at the table as the food was being placed, ready to eat.

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You all finished eating, your dad made it way to the living room, sipping on a beer while your mother aimlessly watched the tv with your father. You and Argyle make it back to your room silently. Your parents could trust you right now. Before you could close the door behind, your hands were tangling into each other, lips attached. Argyle needed you more than ever. He sank to the floor onto his knees and lifted the bottom of the dress and put it over him. His face was so close to your cunt, the feeling of his breath instantly caused you to shudder. He takes in a sniff and moans. He could simply get drunk off of the smell. You knew better than to have sex right infront of a closed door, but you needed this.

He started to suck on your clit, slowly. You were still wet from the activity from before replaying in your head. You could feel Argyle's hair flow gently onto your legs, sticking to your legs as the two of you got hotter.

“Argyle, your hair.” You moan out. It didn’t seem as if he could hear. The only thing he could hear was the wet noises of your juices as he kept on licking for more. This time, you pushed the loose fabric to the side and tapped his head softly. He looked up, eyes filled with lust. You moan at the sight of him between your legs, his eyes foggy with lust.

“Babe, your hair is in the way.”

Argyle thought quickly and grabbed a hair tie that was on your dresser. He swiftly pulled up his hair and was ready to dive back into you. You giggle as you make your way to the bed, you lay back opening your legs for him. Argyle swore he was about to die with the way you were looking at him. He crept his way onto the bed and dove in, licking you up.

“Fuck, Argyle, right there.” You moan out, hopefully not too loud that your parents could hear. He wraps his arms around your legs, allowing him to reach more of you for him. The wet noises of your cunt and him sucking and licking filled the room. You couldn’t take it anymore. Soon, he slipped in a finger with ease. The two of you gasped as he entered. Argyle slowly curved his fingers, wanting to make sure you feel good.

“That’s it, babe, you’re doing so well.” You moan out. The feeling of ecstasy was coursing through your lower region. You want to release, you need to release.

“You feel so good, babe. Do you want to cum?” He asks. You shake your head yes as he starts to pick up the pace. You could feel yourself dripping and Argyle could see it in person. You couldn’t say yes because if you did you might shriek out in pleasure, but you nodded yes. Argyle added another finger into the pooling mess and started curving them again. This time, he attached his lips to your clit. You curl your toes and grind onto him a bit, so close to the sweet release.

“Cum for me, please?” He begs. He kept on sucking, furrowing his eyebrows and was looking you in the eyes. The stare down you two were having was causing you to feel embarrassed, so you try your best to look away. Argyle loves watching you writhe under his touch. He feels accomplished, knowing he’s the only guy that could make you shudder in pleasure. He wants everyone to know that he’s doing this to you. You feel the familiar knot ready to be undone. Argyle did too.

“I need this, please.” He pleads and that alone allows you to finally release. The thought of him needing you to cum for him caused you to tip over. Your toes curl as you try to go down from your high. The newly bought dress was sweaty and drenched in your own wetness. You pull Argyle up to you, kissing him and tasting you on him.

“Do you want me to help you?” You ask genuinely. Wanting to have him in you right now.

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” He says laying next to you “, I came in my pants like a loser when you said I was doing good.”

You look down to see the wet spot on his pants. You’re amazed at how what you said caused him to be cum in his own pants. Luckily, you have a stash of his clothes for when he would sleep over. You tried to go to the bathroom as discreetly as possible but couldn’t hear your parents in the living room. Instead, you see a note taped on the door for you to read.

“Your father and I headed to the bar, so please do not die or get pregnant. Love mom”

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hawkinsharlot · 2 years

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argyle nsfw rambling + headcanons

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MINORS DNI

summary; my dumb ass rambling about argyle and his kinks or just anything nsfw related about him.

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he loves thighs and tummy <3

more often than not, he’ll make sure your thighs are nice and marked up when he goes down on you too

speaking of going down, GOD does argyle know how to make someone cum

he’s so good at eating pussy it’s insane

it’s the type of good that’ll leave you gripping your sheets and quivering under his tongue after he gives you the most mind numbing orgasms

he’s such a needy sub though

seriously, when he subs, he subs real nice. does anything you ask of him, and honestly gets off on praise a lot

he doesn’t mind when you’re a bit pushy as he goes down on you. he loves being smothered by thighs or when you completely grind into him as he eats you out.

the prettiest mental image just popped into my head

imagine being eaten out by argyle while high as fuck, and after you finally cum, argyle just looks up to you from between your legs and just rests his cheek against your inner thigh. he has this hazy, dreamy look in his eyes as he smirks up to you. he completely melts into your touch when you run your hand through his now messy hair and call him a good boy.

no one can tell me otherwise, argyle would be super into cockwarming

passing a blunt back and forth as you try and stay as still as possible on his cock. making out with him between puffs and marking one another up with hickeys <3

i’ve talked about how cute submissive argyle is. but i must talk about how i’m a firm believer in switch argyle, therefore, dominant argyle is hot as fuck

he’s not into anything super rough or degrading, nothing of that sort

but definitely just a bit of dirty talk. it’s minimal though, but honestly that’s what makes hotter? i can see him, fucking you nice and deep with long strong strokes and he just says stuff between moans and groans. “you feel so good” or “shit, you’re so wet”

the hottest things he says though? it's when he's not even trying super hard to be hot, it kinda just happens?

like the way his voice gets when he's about to cum, most of the time he ends up moaning your name when he finally cums, then immediately goes for your lips to make out with you. it's the type of sloppy, needy, making out. he kisses like he needs it to live

this man is good with his hands and i stand by that

he can roll a perfect joint or blunt in like 3 seconds, so yeah he'd know how to use those fingers of his

he has pretty hands too <3 good hands to hold and good fingers to suck on

he likes finger fucking you sometimes when the both of you are too high to move but both horny as fuck and needy for one another

his fingers are so precise it's insane

argyle definitely learns what your body likes and every single time you two mess around, he'd pull out some new tricks on you

it leaves you breathless and quivering every time

his favorite positions, in no particular order, would be lotus, missionary, and cowgirl

lotus he prefers when the both of you are smoking. it's easy to just pass a blunt back and forth before you two even start getting busy. it's normally the default position because of how often you two end up like that just naturally. he also likes lotus whenever he's feeling particularly sappy and wants to kiss you while you fuck. not to mention he just loves being close to you. lotus is normally the go to position

missionary is when you're feeling more submissive or he's feeling more dominant. he really likes watching your blushed body squirm and quiver under his touch. you're also just hot, he likes looking at all of you while he fucks. it gives argyle easy access too if he feels like kissing your neck or your tits at all. over all just a good position for when you're feeling like being a bit more submissive

cowgirl is for when YOU are feeling like being more dominant or when argyle feels like pleasing you. this is also when he makes the prettiest sounds oh my GOD <3 argyle's needy moans are the cutest. just watching him moan under you while you ride his cock is almost a religious experience. sometimes though when you're both desperately horny for one another, argyle gets a little more grabby. deep strokes while the both of you make out like you need each other to live. when you're both needy, it's when things get the most passionate

this is something i stand by; argyle cannot and i mean, cannot, be mean when getting head. he's literally the most gentle ever whenever you give him head.

he was so nervous the first time though <3 he nearly exploded just seeing you get on your knees and pull down his boxers

ended up finishing on your face too and literally would not stop apologizing for getting cum in your hair/on your glasses/etc

he even promised that he'd let you make a mess of his face by sitting on it. he crossed his mf fingers for you to say yes

argyle is 100% the type of dude who's like "yes, sit on my face. none of that hovering bullshit, no no, i mean like sit sit on it. okay and? if i die, i die"

one thing i think i cannot stress enough is just how not serious argyle is during sex. some people are super fucking serious and no drama about sex, but no, not argyle!

first time you ever sat in his lap, both of you guys high as a kite, you couldn't help but be giggling the entire time as you two made out

when making out, a lot of the time between little lulls, argyle just looks at you with the biggest grin on his face before letting out a little laugh and attacking your lips again

he's the sweetest little goof during sex

sex with him is just so sweet? there's no other way to put it, but genuinely after, it's emotionally fulfilling as well as physically fulfilling

this man. worships, and i mean worships your body

seriously, every single time without a doubt, he's there loving and kissin' on you. even things you dislike about yourself, he finds enchanting because he's so in love with you <3

he loves marking you up but would never outright say it

mainly because he himself never realized it until you jokingly asked if he had a thing for it and then he realized, in that moment, that he did.

he got a lil embarrassed about that <3

honestly, he gets embarrassed pretty easily for the most part. one time, you nipped at his neck a bit when another one of his friends was around and could've seen you two, and he was like "woAH WOah, heh, stop stop, they'll see" and he's just in shambles. a completely stupid giggling mess as he's trying his hardest not to get hard then and there. you rode him into the mattress later that night <3

hand jobs. giving him a hand job is literally so cute. edging him for a while before finally milking his cock and over stimulating him? he's a fucking mess. legs quivering and everything. but god he's begging for it the entire time you jerk him off

i've said this before in a different post, but argyle has such an intense oral fixation it's insane

literally he cannot fuck you without sucking on your tits first. he just loves seeing your chest all slick and nipples all puffy from him sucking on them.

he just loves boobs tbh

anytime he sees your boobs he's just like :D before cupping them

he likes anything squishy tbh. thighs, tummy, ass, hips, chest, literally anything squishy. he'd wanna lay there or suck on it or both depending where

morning sex the morning after a long ass smoke sesh the night before.

in conclusion, argyle fucks B)

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year

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omg if you are opening up request i neeeeeed more argyle. like maybe lazy sex or fucking at the pizza shop while he takes an order over the phone.

you're a genius for this one

warnings: smut (semi public blowjob), choking (because of said blowjob), hair pulling (kinda), friends with benefits

"Thanks for calling Surfer Boy Pizza, this is Argyle, may I take your order?"

Your manager had convinced him to skip the spiel about pineapple on pizza and just give the corporate-approved greeting to customers that call; but Argyle seemed kinda bummed about it, like that little bit of flair that made his day at work more interesting was gone.

Luckily, you had a sure way to cheer him up.

As you stepped closer, he glanced at you but didn't react much; he probably figured you were gonna brush past him to grab something from the cabinet. Instead, you dropped to your knees in front of him and reached to the waistband of his pants.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything— he couldn't, that was the fun of it. "Y-yeah," he mumbled into the phone as you started to rub him through the fabric, feeling him get harder from your touch. "Yeah, a catering order? Okay, wh-what time would you like it delivered?"

He tilted the phone away from his mouth when you started to pull his pants down enough to get his cock out and smirk up at him.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed quietly. "Someone could come in—"

"Yeah," you agreed, "they might..."

Delivery drivers and cooks came through this part of the back plenty often, but only two other people were working today. It wasn't the first time you'd hooked up at work, but it was the most dangerous by a mile.

You took your visor off so it wouldn't get in the way, holding his dick (which had gotten hard very quickly) and licking it slowly— teasing him.

"I— god, I'm sorry, sir, could you repeat that?" he asked the customer on the phone. "Okay, eleven-thirty, twenty-five pizz—aaahh!"

He couldn't help but react when you started sucking him like that, flicking your tongue over his slit with your lips wrapped around the head. His hand found your hair in an instant as the other kept holding the phone guiding you to take him deeper with a grip that tightened each time you suckled a little harder.

"Yes, sorry," Argyle cleared his throat, "yes, I heard you, twenty-five pizzas, ten cheese, ten pepperoni, five supreme— that'll be, uh... that'll be..."

He could barely do math in his head without you sliding your slick lips up and down his cock. This was fucking impossible, and you knew it; you had to fight not to grin around him as he stammered.

"Fuck it, just call Pizza Hut," he decided suddenly, slamming the phone down and putting both his hands on you to force you to stay the course. "God, you're so fuckin' bad," he scolded in a praising sort of way, "you need to make it quick before we get caught. Fuck, c'mon, choke on it."

That you did; and it helped him get there faster, as did the way you'd done this so casually in public— as did your eyes blinking up at him so innocently while that tongue did the devil's work.

"Gonna swallow, babe?" he prompted, and you nodded as much as you could. He tilted his head back and started to fuck your mouth— still gently, but less controlled than before. "Fuck, yeah you are— so good, babe, so fuckin' good, chokin' on my dick at work... you are so dirty."

Humming in agreement, you let him use your throat until he spilled into your mouth with a loud sigh, come filling your waiting mouth. You tried to keep suckling even after, but he whimpered under his breath and pulled you off; wiping your mouth, you swallowed his come and stood up with a proud smile. "You would've made a great tip on that catering order," you taunted.

He picked up your banana-yellow visor for you and put it back on top of your head. "I'm so gonna get back at you for this after our shift's done," he promised.

"Can't wait," you purred, turning and getting back to work as if nothing had happened— except for the taste of him at the back of your throat and the wetness in your underwear. Stealing a slice would take care of the first problem, but the second would have to wait until he got his revenge after work, and you knew it would be worth the wait.

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arachine · 2 years

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— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

+ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: multiple stranger things men

+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature

+ 𝐜𝐰: explicit sexual content

+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: me when i’m reposting this for the 5th time

+ part one can be found here !

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peter “the 001 for you” ballard

↻ length: crazy men have big dicks. this is a known—a fact. it cannot and will not be debated. why do some of you keep going back to your crazy exes? surely not because of their personalities…but i digress. peter doesn’t even know he’s got a dick of gold swinging in his pants. like he’s aware of its presence, but he never really sat down and thought ‘damn, i’ve gotta really big dick’—probably because he’s too distracted most of the time planning the demise of a bunch of little kids more than half of his age.

coming in at 6 inches flaccid, and roughly 7.4 inches erect, this definitely makes peter the second biggest on the list.

↻ width: he doesn’t really strike me as someone who’s gotta thick cock. i’d like to think it’s on the skinnier side, mostly because he’s very tall and lanky.

↻ color: peter is so pale, it’s literally just a pink stick.

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↻ groomed: hmmm… a part of me wants to say yes. i think he’d groom it down probably for comfort. i can imagine that it’d get very itchy in those white orderly jumpsuits, and so, i feel like he’d groom it down in that sense. he just strikes me as someone who’s very calculated and precise with everything that they do, so having an itch down there would be annoying and he hates to be annoyed.

↻ curved: unfortunately, no :(

↻ veins: yes, plenty. they start to branch down from his pelvic region, all the way to his dick. they wrap around so prettily and when he gets hard, it looks kinda mean and angry!

↻ how he uses it: peter likes to fuck you from the back, with the upper half of your body smooshed down into a hard surface, and your head forced down flat with the palm of his hand. it’s the only position he enjoys that doesn’t involve intimacy. but most of all, he likes it down your throat. because in this position, you’re on your knees, with your head tilted up at him, and tears streaming down your eyes like ribbons.

it gets him so unbelievably hard because he’s the one with all of the control. you sit there and take him—all of him—down your throat because you like it. and he knows you like it too. he knows that you get a rush when he pushes it so far down that you can’t breathe, and he knows you like it when he forces all of his load down your mouth. so, that’s why this is his favorite position. because from up here? he’s a god, and you’re just some bitch that prays to his dick like it’s sunday service.

dmitri “got you walking side to side” antonov or, better known as, enzo

↻ length: if i speak…

ok, listen. i’ve heard some things about those russian men, i’ve seen some things…and i’d like to bet that enzo is one of them. there’s just something in the atmosphere down there, something in the air…something that i think we (the people) should investigate because why and what is causing this big dick phenomenon? anyway, enzo is 6.7 inches flaccid and 8 inches hard. i don’t make the rules, i listen to the voices. and right now they’re telling me to relay the message and i am.

↻ width: baybeee, let me tell you something. his is thick. like, really thick. you just better hope he has the patience to stretch you open first, because if not…well, good luck soldier.

↻ color: i could say pink—but i won’t. i am standing on this hill when i say his cock is tanned and his tip is brown or brown adjacent. it’s somewhere in the brown family okay, just…just trust me on this one. i know russia is cold as fuck but he ain’t that damn pale, so i am not budging with my answer.

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↻ groomed: no. just full, unadulterated man bush over here. how we like it. the girls that get it, get. and the girls that don’t, don’t.

↻ curved: uhm, duh. he is a founding father of the captain hook club!

↻ veins: vein wonderland, just so many of ‘em.

↻ how he uses it: i don’t think it matters what position, you’re getting fucked and you’re getting fucked good. just know you’ll be directionally challenged by the end of it. suddenly, determining left from right, and up from down becomes a challenge tad too difficult.

argyle “let me smoke you out” [redacted] …because he wasn’t given a last name. them damn duffer brothers fucking up my list!

↻ length: i’d like to say his dick is as long as his gorgeous hair (which i’m very jealous of), but it isn’t. i’d like to sit here and tell you that the man who carried season four with jokes has a 12 incher, but i can’t (for i fear the masses will crucify me at the stake). but in all seriousness, argyle has the perfect cock. it’s not intimidatingly large like peter or enzo’s, but it’s not too small either.

argyle rests at a smooth 4.8 inches flaccid and a good 6 inches erect. and whatever he lacks in length—which isn’t much because 6 is perfect for some girlies—he makes up for in girth.

↻ width: i love me some stout men, and when i look at argyle, i just see a man with a fat cock and balls. big fat balls. big nuts. like i want the weight of his dick to be so powerful that it gives me a black eye…but, maybe that’s just me.

↻ color: he has such a pretty complexion, so i just know that it flows from a nice tanned color, into a pretty brown or mauve-y color at the tip.

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↻ groomed: no, he doesn’t have time for that. he only has enough time in the world to roll his blunts and get high. everything else be damned. the male-bush agenda is going strong and we can’t stop now!

↻ curved: to the left, and he really knows how to use it. i know i said before that he didn’t have much time for anything other than rolling blunts, but i lied. he’s definitely got the time to learn how to make a woman cum.

↻ veins: just one that stretches from the side of his cock to the underside of his shaft…

↻ how he uses it: oh, god. i just know he likes a good ol’ mating press. he likes squishing you down into the bed, or the back of his van and getting all deep in your cunt. he says it’s because he’s ‘so high’ and that ‘he’s tired’ every time he flops down on your like that, but you know it’s because he loves seeing you folded like a pretzel beneath him. nothing beats the expression you wear when he hits that spot you like. the one that gets your toes curling, and your legs shaking, and leaves your head all dizzy. he could fuck you like that forever and it still would always feel like the first time.

jonathan “i have a degree in stalking” byers

↻ length: i don’t care for jonathan but i feel like he’s got something a little lethal down there…like not crazy big but he’s definitely working with something, so maybe that’s why nance ignored all the stalking. what if…what if i said he’s got like something close to a 7 incher? like 6.5-6.7? i don’t know… i don’t know but them creepy guys be having good dick. exhibit a: joe goldberg. it must be some sort of requirement…

↻ width: hmm, he leans more on the skinnier side so i don’t think he’d be thick.

↻ color: scarily pink, like raw meat but progressively reddens when aroused.

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↻ groomed: jonathan doesn’t take that much pride in his appearance, and until nance, he probably didn’t do too much grooming. but now he keeps it fairly shaved down.

↻ curved: almost as straight as will, but in other words, yes. it’s got some curve too it but not enough to be a part of the captain hook committee, unfortunately.

↻ veins: two prominent ones that form a ‘y’ shape down his shaft

↻ how he uses it: the real question is how long can he use it? because i don’t think that boy’s got any self restraint. he probably finishes really quickly, but i kinda see him having a lot of stamina—but not in the way you think. i feel like he’d prefer having you ride him, because in this position, he gets to play with your tits and admire your body like the pathetic man he is, but as soon as he cums, his dick is ready to go again before he is. it’s just him lying there, totally overstimulated, and you riding him, milking him for all he’s worth. so, yeah, i’d say he’s not so much as using his own dick, but you using him.

#peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x reader smut #peter ballard smut #peter ballard x you #peter ballard x you smut #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard x y/n smut #dmitri antonov smut #dmitri antonov x reader smut #dmitri antonov x reader #argyle smut #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers x reader smut #stranger things x reader smut #stranger things smut

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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Lets be honest, Argyles favorite sex position goes between missionary or his partner on top but, chest to chest sweaty stoned passionate sex kinda missionary ; maybe even a little giggly. I can just see him all like :

‘yeah baby, ya like that? god you’re beautiful’ with him caressing your face with his long hair all flipped to one side like a curtain, just fuckin grinding into that soft inside you. Or :

He loves all body types, I see him just loving a little more extra meat to grab yk? Especially when it comes to gravity and being on top of him, he loves to grab the fat of your love handles watching you take what you want from him. Sometimes you pull his hair to bring him closer towards you, to your chest so he can suck your nipples and you just start to bounce on his fat cock faster, then his hands slowly creep down to the bottoms of your ass cheeks to grip them wider so he can fuck up harder inside of you.. ‘shh-iittt, fuckin pussys so good pretty girl. Hold on babe I gotchu, I gotchu come on baby..’ 😵‍💫😵‍💫

reblogs appreciated:>

#argyle stranger things #argyle smut #argyle x reader #argyle #eduardo franco #stranger things 4 #stranger things #argyle fanfic #argyle x plus size reader #eduardo franco fanfic #argyle x eddie #argyle x gn!reader

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pervertedreams · 1 year

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when eddie is high he’s a bit more clingy than usual, but for the most part he’s the same same just MUCH calmer. as i’ve said he’s more upfront and flirtatious when high, he’s like that anyways he’s just more nonchalant about it in this state. he definitely think clearer when he’s buzzed, a bit more confident and brave than what he typically is. he doesn’t move much or speak much when he’s high, he’s honestly just chilling.. hard.

he definitely it taking a trip to the supermarket before he goes too, knowing all too well how he turns into a monster when he’s got the munchies. and you’re literally looking at the cart full of snacks in shock every time, cause how is he digesting this much at once and no weight gain? and he’s spread out, slump into the couch. one of his long legs draped over the two of yours, arm spread in either side of him as you lazily feed him whatever snack he’s bought. he does get a little frisky when high but for the most part he just wants to relax and eat. sometimes he gets a random energy boost but that’s just the adhd kicking in lmao.

steve on the other hand is kind of a mess when high. when it first kicks in he just has a load of questions, which no one wants to answer. “who even thought of just randomly smoking a leaf? that’s crazy no?” and he’s really looking at you in hopes you’ll reply, but you just shrug your shoulders and that’s enough for him to move on. i believe he’s a little hornball when high, but also super sleepy if that makes sense? like he just wants to fuck then rest literally. he’s nuzzled between your legs, face down on your stomach as he peppers kisses all over it. he’s reaching up to kiss you on your lips, his kiss sloppy and slow. and he’s whining into your skin because he’s so needy, hips lightly humping into the mattress beneath him.. yeah.

argyle is obviously always high, he’s never caught sober EVER. he’s honestly chill too when high, he goes with the flow of everyone else. if steve’s asking 20 questions, he’s gonna answer the best way he can. if eddie is munching down on some shitty nachos, so is he. he also has his moments too, where all he want to do is eat you out. i’m a firm believer they all love eating pussy, but argyle will do it until his jaw is sore. i think he worse than eddie to be honest. his movements are slow, but still sort of calculated, his eyes are rolling in the back of his head before closing them shut peacefully. his hair is tied up in a low bun so it’s easier to grab and push him around the way you want. the smell, the taste, of course he’s pussy drunk esp in this state. mhm

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xleeleeboox · 2 years

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You: *takes a hit*

You: *aspirating, coughing up a lung*

Argyle: “it’s okay, don’t hold it in, here’s some water”

Johnathan: “some water” *awkwardly copying argyle*

Eddie: *laughing, starts choking too*

#stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things 4 #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Johnathan byer x reader #johnathan byers #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #Eddie Munson smut #Johnathan byers smut #argyle smut

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munson-blurbs · 9 months

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Saw that you’re looking for Eddie X Argyle requests, so maybe you could do something where Argyle is dating the reader, and Eddie is basically in a relationship but is a virgin, so argyle allows Eddie to practice on the reader.

Argyle teaches Eddie basically

This request unlocked something inside me 🥵

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (f! receiving), voyeurism, Argyle x afab!Reader x Eddie), cheating I guess (not on Reader), some pet names, Reader is basically used as a s*x toy but we’re into it I promise, everyone is over 18

WC: 1.8k

Thank you to @pastel-pillows for helping me reach my feral potential 😘

It all started as an innocent movie night. Though you and Argyle had been dating for nearly a year, you still made sure to carve out time to spend with Eddie. He had been the one to choose Risky Business, which you’re watching as you sit in between them. Argyle rests his arm along the back of the sofa, keeping you close, while Eddie’s leaning back with his arms folded over his chest.

The telltale sound of the sloppy kisses preceding a sex scene fill the room, and you feel a slight tingle in your abdomen. You’re clearly not the only one getting turned on by the simulated intimacy, as your boyfriend begins sucking on your neck.

You giggle and gently push him away. “Babe, not now,” you protest, glancing over at Eddie just in time to see him adjusting himself over his jeans. “Y’good there, Eds?”

Eddie blushes a deep red that you can see even with the lights turned down. “Uh, yeah, sorry.”

Argyle smirks, stealthily grabbing hold of one of your tits. “You wanna go call Chrissy, brochacho?” His mischievous smile falters when he sees Eddie duck his head, and he sits forward in concern. “Shit, dude. Did you guys break up already?”

“Nah, man. ‘S just…” Eddie exhales, contemplating whether to reveal his secret. Eventually, he caves. “She was with Jason for a while, and they definitely…y’know…” He points to the sex scene on the TV screen. “And I, uh, haven’t yet.”

He expects you two to tease him about still being a virgin while in a relationship; to his surprise, you offer support.

“It’s normal to be nervous,” you reassure him. “I was nervous before I got with Argyle, and he was nervous before he got with me. And we were friends first.”

“Yeah, it definitely helps to be friends first,” your boyfriend agrees.

“Well, you’re my only girl friend,” Eddie gestures to you, clearing his throat as he rushes to further explain. “I mean, girl who’s a friend, not a girlfriend girlfriend, because you’re Arg’s girlfriend…”

Argyle looks between you and his friend, mouth twitching devilishly. He’s concocted some sort of idea; for better or for worse, you know he’s going to share it. “You, uh, you a visual learner?”

As soon as Eddie nods, Argyle’s on top of you, unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them down your legs. “Have you done anything with Chrissy? Like, sexy time-related?”

Eddie shrugs, shoving a thumbnail into his mouth and gnawing nervously. “Just fingering, I guess.”

“You ever eat her out?”

“N-Not yet.”

Argyle motions for Eddie to come closer so he can see everything. “This is gonna be kinda hard to explain while I’m doing it so…” He brings your legs onto his shoulders and turns to Eddie. “You might think you gotta dive right into it, but you would be wrong, my friend. They like to be teased a little, right, baby?”

“Definitely,” you confirm.

Argyle presses his lips to your cotton panties, trailing kisses down until he reaches your clit. You shiver at the contact, and he takes the opportunity to expand on his lesson. “See how she reacted when I did that? That’s what you want. Gotta reel them in.” He continues kissing over the fabric while you begin grinding your sex against his face.

“Now you’ve got her where you want her,” Argyle says, referring to the way your hips involuntarily buck upwards. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie’s beet red, a sheen of sweat forming along his forehead. “Repeat the same thing you just did, but right on her pussy. Underwear is strictly prohibited.”

You want to make a snarky comment about having oral down to a science, but your boyfriend’s mouth is soon pressed to your cunt; you can feel his breath on your slick folds.

“Be honest with me, Munson.” He doesn’t break his concentration, and the vibration of his words make you dizzy with anticipation. “Can you find the clit?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘s right…” Eddie vaguely gestures, but that’s insufficient for Argyle.

“Nah, man. I can’t have you moving onto the next step until I know you can find it.”

“On her?”

“No, on me,” Argyle rolls his eyes. “Yes, on her!” He steps back, leaving your perfect pussy on full display for Eddie to see.

Eddie’s breath hitches; he gently separates your folds and brings his thumb to your clit. “‘S there,” he mumbles, but before he can move away, you grab his wrist.

“Keep your finger there,” you order sweetly, “that’s, like, the perfect amount of pressure.”

Argyle chuckles. “Nice try, princesa, but you’re not getting both of us just yet.” He shoos Eddie back to where he was standing. “My tongue’s gonna be pretty ocupado for a little while, so I’ll tell you what to do now.” His thumb replaces Eddie’s, only he makes small, circular motions. “Clit’s always gotta be taken care of. If your mouth isn’t on it, your finger better be. So while you do that, you’re gonna lick her pussy—firm but gentle.”

“‘Firm but gentle?’” The instructions seem to contradict themselves.

Argyle sighs. “Yeah, like…you wanna make sure she can feel it, but don’t fuckin’ dart your tongue around like a snake or anything. I dunno, just…watch me.” And with that, he licks a stripe up your cunt, moving his finger only to wrap his lips around the small nub. Your fingers dig into his scalp and you let out a soft whimper.

“Locating the clit is basic beginner shit,” Argyle says from between your thighs. “When your tongue is on it, you’re gonna flick it back and forth slow, then get a little faster. You go too fast too soon and it’s gonna be too much for her.”

He demonstrates and your legs start to shake. You can’t hold back from moaning, “Argyle, yes, baby! Oh, fuck!” You can hear and feel him laughing as he slightly increases his pace. Between his mouth and the thrill of Eddie watching intently, it’s only a matter of time before you cum.

You whine when he pulls back, chin covered in your arousal. “Relax, babe.” He’s mean and condescending—just how you like him. “Munson, this next part is key,” he addresses him as though you’re not even there. “You said you’ve fingered Chrissy, so next time, you’re gonna do that while your mouth focuses on her clit.” One finger, then two enter your hole. He pumps them in and out, keeping one hand wrapped around your thigh to hold it steady. “Once you’ve got your rhythm…bon appetit.”

The combination of the fullness inside you and the clitoral stimulation has you writhing on the couch. Eddie’s arms are crossed over his chest, watching as your eyes roll back and gasps pass through your lips. “Mmm, fucking shit!” you cry out. There’s a noise vaguely resembling a choked sob. “Keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoing, fuck, keep going!”

The coil snaps and you arch your back, cumming on your boyfriend’s tongue. He doesn’t stop until you tap him on the head; even then, he double checks. “All good?” he murmurs, fully prepared to continue eating you out if you wanted. You nod and offer a tired grin, breasts heaving with your panting breaths.

Argyle stands up, fingers grabbing onto the plush of your thighs for stability. “All yours,” he tells Eddie, wiping his lips as he steps aside.

“Wh-What?” Eddie sputters, seemingly frozen in place. There’s no way, no fucking way that Argyle’s suggesting what he thinks he is…is he?

“You wouldn’t perform CPR for the first time in an actual emergency,” Argyle reasons. “Y’gotta practice on a dummy first.”

“I’m not…I’m not a dummy,” you pout from where you lay on the sofa.

Your boyfriend smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. It tastes like you and the Purple Palm Tree Delight he’d smoked just before starting the movie.

“But I got you dumb on my mouth, didn’t I, princesa?” You can’t argue with that, and he chuckles. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he turns to Eddie, patience running thin, “you wanna give it a shot?”

“Yeah, I just…” Words fail him; this was the last thing he’d expected when he’d come over for movie night. “Don’t wanna hurt her or anything…” Don’t wanna make an idiot of myself, he thinks wryly.

Argyle shakes his head. “Nah, man. You’re not gonna hurt her. I’m gonna be right here, keepin’ an eye on things.”

Eddie bends down, cautiously kissing up your thighs. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it feels right. Your legs tremble slightly, and he isn’t sure what that means, so he stops suddenly and looks from you to Argyle. “‘S that…”

“Good, good, it’s good,” you reassure him, settling in as he resumes his kisses. They’re soft and light, which is great, but he keeps that same pressure—or lack thereof—against your needy cunt. “Just…little more?”

Where you’re timid in your request, Argyle is straightforward. “Nice and firm, Munson,” he instructs. “Tongue flat against her, like you’re licking ice cream. Tastes even better. Trust me,” he adds with a wink.

Eddie follows his instructions, head bobbing with his movements. He’s sloppy with inexperience, but not disinterest, and you gently nudge his head more towards that delicious sweet spot that brings you pleasure without fail.

“Now, once you found the rhythm…there ya go,” Argyle praises as Eddie slides his middle finger into your pussy. “Damn, Munson. Look what you’re doin’ to her.” Sure enough, when Eddie glances at you, he sees your lips parted mid-moan. He can’t hold back his grin, knowing that he’s bringing you this pleasure. And, yeah, okay, Argyle’s guidance was helping, but it’s ultimately Eddie’s body that’s making you react this way.

Your hand digs into his curls as he keeps a steady pace, adding a second finger inside you. You’re already sensitive from Argyle making you orgasm, so while his ministrations were a leisurely stroll, you’re sprinting to the finish for Eddie. You practically wail as you cum, feeling his smile against your cunt as he relishes in his victory.

He stands up, wiping his lips and chin tentatively yet triumphantly. You prop yourself up on your elbows, head spinning from two consecutive orgasms.

Argyle is the first to speak, easily breaking the tension. “So, that’s how you eat pussy!” He says with a smirk, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. “Now, swish around some mouthwash a coupla times and go show that girl of yours what you’ve learned.”

But Eddie remains frozen in place, hand smoothing down the crotch of his jeans in a futile attempt to tame his raging erection. “Is there a-anything else you can teach me?” He’s speaking to Argyle, but his eyes never leave your body. It clicks for everyone in the room that Chrissy is the last person on his mind.

Your boyfriend looks at you expectantly. “Whaddya say, amor? Can our little horndog get another hands-on lesson?”

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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argyle x fem!reader

High for this

warnings: established early relationship, idiots falling in love, cock warming, slight dirty talk, slight praise kink if you squint (Argyle just wants to be a good boy), smut, cream pie, weed smoking.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: This was a request I got in an ask that I answered a while ago. I couldn’t find it so I hope this finds whoever it was. They wanted cock warming while stoned with our good boy Argyle.

The rays of sunshine that peak through the opening in your curtains pierce through the white wisps of smoke that cover your room in a dense fog. Wrapping around you and your boyfriend like a blanket, the hot box has you inhaling double with every hit.

Half lidded brown eyes stay transfixed on yours, flicking down every so often to watch the way your lips wrap around the pineapple tobacco of the blunt. His tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip every time your cheeks hollow out. Your skirt sits bunched up at your hips, his fingers digging into the soft dough of your curves underneath.

Your bare toes barely touch the floor from your place straddled on his lap on your desk chair. The tips of them dragging against the carpet with every subtle rock of your hips. Somewhere between giggles and complaints about his day at work, your soft touches turned into something needier. A quiet “just sit on it” falling from his pink full lips.

Pants pushed halfway down his hairy thighs and wandering fingers that shoved your panties to the side, your slick walls now pull him deeper — twitching every time you hold a hit in.

It's been 10 minutes and half the blunt like this.

One hand on his shoulder while the other keeps the blunt pressed to your lips, your nails dig into his shirt when he readjusts in the seat. A moan sits teased at the tip of your tongue just begging to roll off with every subtle move he makes. The corners of his mouth twist up when he feels the way you clench around him in reaction, so he does it again daring you to give yourself away.

Leaning forward you keep your eyes locked onto his when you tap the end of the blunt to his bottom lip. The small motion pushes him deeper, earning you the moan he was trying to get. Still, you keep yours tucked behind your bottom lip that’s tugged between your teeth. His hand leaves your hip to take the blunt between his long fingers still glistening with your slick from earlier, dark eyes narrowing at you while his cheeks hollow taking a drag.

Giving him a megawatt smile that he can’t help but return with smoke billowing between teeth, you press a delicate kiss to his pushed up cheek before you start peppering more along his jaw. Dragging your lips across the heat of his skin, you take your time tongue darting out just to get a taste of him. Burying your fingers into the silk of his long mane at the nape of his neck you feel the way his hips push up when you put all your focus around the sensitive spot hiding behind his ear.

You hum against his skin at the feel of him, the slow drag of his length along your fluttering walls that grip him always trying to take more. Your hips chase on their own as the moan you’d been withholding falls from you in the form of his name like a gasp for air when he meets your thrust. The tip of him teases the spot he always seems to find with ease as your nails drag light along his scalp. Giving his roots a gentle tug, you lift your head up.

The black pools of his pupils swallow every bit of the coffee color that usually floats around his eyes when they meet yours in a hungry lust filled daze. The last of his hit leaves through his nose as his fingers dig harshly into the side of your hip.

“Baby, it’s my turn.” Arching your brow you straighten your back so the pads of your toes touch the carpet making sure to clench yourself as tight as you can around him, tongue swiping across your top teeth satisfied when he has to close his eyes cuss words muttered under his breath.

His head falls back as he ignores your teasing to take another hit, the hand on your hip encouraging every light grind you’ll give him. His lips tug at the corners when he sees the way your brows furrow with every brush of his mushroom head. Using his strength to pull you to his chest the new position has him hitting the spot he’s been teasing this whole time. Putting the blunt out, he grabs at your chin tilting your head up to meet the press of his lips.

It's tentative at first - gentle. Always teasing when he knows you’re at your neediest. You can feel his smile when your impatience gets the best of you and you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, begging to steal his hit with a small whimper and drag of your hips. He exhales into your waiting mouth when you squeeze your walls around him with just enough force to break his resilience, your inhale flexes your muscles in a way that makes him twitch — dangerously close to finishing before he’s even had his way with you.

Taking advantage of his hands on your hips you lean back when you blow out what’s left, adding another moan to the ones you’d silently been collecting from him the whole time.

A tangerine haze takes over your room, the sun outside starting to make its descent to the other side of the world covering your boyfriend in the kind of light that begs to take your breath away. Despite the teasing, the high suddenly makes everything feel softer - nicer.

It reflects in the way his hands loosen their grip on your hips so his fingertips can trace up and down the dip in your spine. While yours find themselves weaving through the sea of dark chocolate hair that you can never seem to stay away from, relishing in the way it feels gliding between your buzzing fingers. Your eyes find each other silently trying to communicate the three words it’s too early to say while your hips drag slow with purpose against his. Noses nudging, his breath fans hot across your parted lips.

“What do you think?” His voice comes out just above a whisper, his lips a ghost against yours when he speaks.

“About?” Smirking against him, his hands find their way back to their original home on your hips, giving your sides a squeeze the giggle he earns makes him chuckle.

“Giving me what I want?” Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he follows that one with more along your jaw using his nose to nudge, opening up the expanse of your neck for him.

Smelling the remains of the perfume you’d sprayed fresh out of the shower this morning, his hums of approval against your skin makes your hairs stand on end and your fingers tug harder on his roots. Hips swiveling against his just enough to stoke the heat of the flames begging to consume you, he starts bruising your skin with a starved mouth. Paying special attention to the spots that have you pulling him deeper into where he wants to be.

“I don’t know, have you earned it?” Your words have him twitching inside of you for the second time, and he nips at your skin with a little more pressure.

“Come on bonita, you know I’ve been a good boy.” Taking your earlobe in his mouth, he has you shuddering on top of him. All your remaining resolve disappears when he sucks hard enough for your eyes to roll in the back of your head dropping your full weight onto his lap.

The blunt ends of his nails dig into the skin hidden under your skirt when he bottoms out, the sound of your slick drowning out the record you’d forgotten was even playing. Lifting his head up from your neck he captures your lips in a messy kiss that leaves your head spinning. Tongues meeting in between clashing teeth, your hips move against his finding a steady rhythm.

“Doesn’t that feel nice baby, just like this?” Scooting lower into the seat the slight change has him even deeper, gasping when he hits that spongy spot with the tip of his cock - all you can do is nod with an open mouth while you hands find purchase on the back of the chair.

“I’ve earned this don’t you think? I’ve been good, yeah?” Flipping your skirt up so he can watch the way you wrap around him, he looks up at you from under his lashes when he uses two fingers to start rubbing lazy circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me.”

Applying more pressure when he sees the way it makes your face scrunch up, your voice catches in the back of your throat when you try to give him the answer he wants.

“Come on baby, dímelo” your dripping walls grip him tighter when he asks again in spanish, your toes pushing against the carpet to give yourself some leverage to take back an ounce of the control.

Lifting yourself up enough for him to almost slip out, you drop yourself back down letting him fill you to the hilt. His cheeks are flush and brows are knit together when he looks up at you, grinding down harder - you hold his eyes.

You make sure to clench hard around him in time with the swivel of your hips before finally giving him what he wants.

“So. fucking. good.” Each word is punched with a bounce on his lap and a whine slipping out from between your pouty lips. Slick skin slaps together with each thrust while his eyes get lost behind his head.

Giving your clit a break, both his hands find their way to your ass. The thong you wore for him gives his greedy fingers free reign over your smooth skin, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat he encourages the switch in dynamic pulling you both back up.

“That’s all I ever want to be for you — la diosa, look at you.” He groans at the slow roll of your hips, the orange haze turning purple he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Your half lidded gaze matches his when they meet, words of adoration left unspoken passing through one look. Your hands leave the back of the chair, the need to touch more of him brings them back to his shoulders, every stroke feels better than the last taking your time like this. Hitting every spot that makes your body light up, your lips glow when they press against his — the sun disappearing into the kiss.

Feeling yourself get closer, the build nestled deep inside of you starts to feel like a kaleidoscope of butterflies ready to burst through the seams when the pads of two of his fingers find your button again. He swallows his name stealing your breath with his eager lips, unrelenting he doesn’t stop his circular motions until he feels your body start to seize and shake — coating him when you cum.

Your fluttering walls and the grind of your hips have him twitching, mouth going slack against yours when he follows with his own quickly behind you. His fingers dig hard enough to leave bruises on your ass while he paints your walls in a way you’d just recently given him permission to do. You take your turn to steal your name and his breath with a smile on your lips.

It takes him a minute to kiss you back, as you busy yourself pressing more to the corner of his mouth and the warmth of his cheek. Turning his head when he gets enough composure he’s quick to collect what’s his. The post orgasm high mixed with the one you chased wrapped it the snuffed out blunt beside you has you both giggling in a complete love sick mess.

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