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CNC | Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲.

Kinktober masterlist.

I can’t believe its October already and I’m posting the first day of Kinktober 2022. This was actually supposed to be Day 29 of my Kinktober last year, but its better late than never! I hope you guys enjoy it, and thank you to anyone that gives this a go! As always, read the warnings and if its not for you, please don’t read.💕

Summary: Your boyfriend Dynamight is hard at work trying to keep the city safe and apprehend the perpetrators of a spate of home invasions across Musutafu. But unfortunately for you, it seems as though your house is next on their list.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, consensual non-con, role-play (home invasion fantasy), threesome, blowjobs, fingering, spit roasting, cum swallowing, creampie, not proof read!

Word Count: 4.7k.

The perpetrators still haven’t been caught in what has been a prolific spate of home invasions around Musutafu. The villains are known to be armed and dangerous, and citizens are advised to keep their doors and windows locked, do not open the door to anyone you don’t know and remain vigilant. Here is Pro-Hero Deku with some tips on keeping you and your family safe in these trying times.

Having a Pro-Hero boyfriend had its perks as you felt nowhere near as scared as some other citizens of Musutafu must have felt seeing the latest news broadcast play on the television. Grinning as Deku appeared across the screen as the spokesperson for the home invasions in full hero costume. Bright eyes spoke directly to the camera as you picked your phone up to text Bakugou about it, knowing that he wouldn’t be home tonight due to a scheduled night shift.

You[6:29PM]: Just saw Deku on the 6 o’clock news giving tips about staying safe! Shame they didn’t ask my favourite hero Dynamight :(

Smiling as you pressed send, watching the message quickly turn to read as you waited for the three dots to appear to indicate he was texting you back, but instead, your phone began to ring.

“That fuckin’ nerd would be the spokesman.” Bakugou scoffed on the other side of the line, the rough whirr of traffic was loud in the background as you assumed he was out on patrol.

“You had any luck today?” Bakugou had been picking up extra shifts at the agency since these robberies had occurred, vowing that he would be the one to catch them before they struck again. Unfortunately, these villains appeared to be far more elusive than anyone had originally planned, even managing to hit Pro-Hero Uravity’s apartment while she was out on duty.

“If I catch the fucker it’s on sight.” Bakugou snarled, the frustration evident in his tone.

“I know, baby. You keep us safe.” You smiled softly.

“Damn right,” Bakugou continued, “But you better listen to Deku, keep the doors locked.”

“Yes, daddy.” You teased.

“Careful woman.”

“I think I’m gonna have a bath and go to bed,” You smiled, “It’s boring and lonely here without you.”

“You’re really doing everything in your power to make me hard at work, hah?”

“Maybe,” You laughed, stretching as you stood from your position on the bed, “Is it working?”

“Behave, angel.” He replied, as the husky rasp to his voice had you squeezing your thighs together, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Night, sweetheart.” Bakugou murmured, “Make sure you keep the doors locked and don’t—”

“Don’t let anyone in. I know, baby. I will. I love you.”

“Tch, love you too.”

You grinned as you tossed your phone onto the top of your bed, pulling your clothes off as you made your way into the bathroom.

The steam from your bath had made your skin dewy, your fingers pruned from how long you’d spent inside the hot water as you wrapped a fluffy towel around your torso. Stepping back into your bedroom with the idea of sending Bakugou a flirty text message with a selfie before falling asleep, so he would regret picking up the extra shift tonight when he could’ve been home with you. But now your phone was nowhere to be seen as you looked at your empty bedspread, checking to see if it had maybe vibrated onto the floor.

Your heart began to speed up when you noticed the open window, your black curtains blowing in the cool evening air as you wrapped your towel tighter around your frame. Suddenly feeling completely exposed as you tried to decide what to do next. Wondering whether you should step back inside your en suite and lock the door until Bakugou returned home in the morning, knowing that nothing in the house held the same value as your safety.

A loud clang made you jump as you looked with wide eyes toward the source of the noise, your grip on the towel immediately tightening as you felt goosebumps begin to prickle against your skin.

There was someone in your house.

Backing up as you turned to run towards safety but you were instead met by a tall wall of muscle as you ran straight into someone’s chest. Crying out in surprise as you tried to move back, wide eyes staring up at piercing ruby red.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The man spoke giddily, like the cat who got the cream as you noticed your cell phone in his large palm, “Oh, were you looking for this? Too bad-”

You always used to think about how you would react in a situation like this, convincing yourself that if something like this were to happen you’d be primed and ready to attack. But your flight or fight response activated and you felt yourself bolting towards the door, a hand holding the corner of your towel tight to your body as you ran down the hall.

“You won’t get far, sweetheart,” The red-haired man’s voice bellowed behind you, “ It’ll be easier if you don’t run.”

Ignoring him as you bolted down the hallway, running directly into the nearest room which happened to be your guest bedroom as you slammed the door shut behind you. Hearing the familiar click of your lock as your chest heaved, a mixture of adrenaline and fear brewed inside you as you tried to quell your racing heart. Maybe he’d take what he wanted and would leave without incident, wishing that you had your cell phone so you could call Bakugou and tell him to come home early.

There was a heavy pounding against the hardwood door as you tried to think of what to do or where to go, there was no way you’d be able to climb out the window, especially when you were on the second floor. The banging increased with each heavy blow as the door finally gave way, the lock snapping as the wood collapsed onto the floor, narrowly missing your bare toes.

You screamed at the motion, your back hitting the wall as you tried to put as much distance between yourself and the intruder as you could.

“Shhh,” He hushed you gently, “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

He made his way into the room, stepping over the broken door as he caged you in against the wall.

“Come on, sweetness.” The large man cooed as he stepped over the broken door now lying on the floor, his boots heavy against the wood, “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, yeah?”

He caught you by surprise as his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss, his nose bumping against yours as you tried to struggle away from him. Instantly thinking about Bakugou and what he would do if he knew this was what was happening to you right now, the rage that would coarse through him. Your boyfriend was out pulling extra shifts to find the very man that was currently inside your home.

Everything felt foreign as tears continued to spill down your cheeks, his hands rough against your hips as he pulled you into his touch. Allowing you to feel the tent beneath his pants as he ground himself against you, a low groan reverberating from deep in his throat as his tongue swiped against yours to deepen the kiss. You were certain you were going to pass out, the lack of oxygen was causing you to become lightheaded as you tried to remember to breathe through your nose.

Everything would be okay, if you could just distract him enough to make your escape you could make it to the front of the house to make enough noise to cause a scene. Someone in the neighbourhood would call law enforcement and you’d be safe, you just had to make it to the front door—

“Fuck,” He groaned, his large hands snuck beneath the hem of your towel as calloused palms dragged against the smooth skin of your inner thighs, “You’re so soft—”

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” You pleaded with the man, “My boyfriend will be home soon, he’s a Pro-Hero—”

“A Pro-Hero?” The man scoffed, “Oh yeah? And what’s his name?”

“D-Dynamight.”

“Dynamight?” Kirishima began to laugh, “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart. But Dynamight can’t do shit to me.” He squeezed your cheeks together in one large hand as your lips puckered into a pout as he stared down at you, “I bet he’d be happy to know that Blood Riot was currently in his house with his girl, though.”

Blood Riot? Was this the villain responsible for the spate of burglaries in the area over the last few weeks? The man that Bakugou had been spending extra hours and taking extra shifts to try and apprehend? The thought filled you with dread as the headlines continued to replay in your head, almost numbing you to the sensation of his hands groping the meat of your hips.

“Look at you,” He groaned, pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips, “So fucking pretty.”

“How lucky was it that I picked your house?” You were barely listening to him as you tried to plan an escape route, trying to remember everything Bakugou had taught you about what to do when you were in a sticky situation. Bakugou had always been weary that you were dating a popular Pro-Hero so you could be seen as a target, so you’d gone through hours of roleplay scenarios with him for when things turned sour. But it’s as though your mind was completely blank as you stood in front of the hulking tower of a man in front of you, his knuckles stroking your cheek as you took a deep breath.

“Shit,” Kirishima snarled as you ducked beneath his arm, his palm knocking against the doorframe as he turned to follow you.

Speed was on your side as you ran down the hallway, turning the corner to knock face first into another man’s chest. You stumbled back as you almost fell back onto your ass, squealing in surprise as you put your palms out to steady yourself. Large palms circled your arms to keep you upright as the man bent his knees slightly to bring his face level with your own.

“Where’d you think you’re going, sweetheart?” The man’s raspy voice had your stomach in knots, his grip firm as though he thought you might struggle again.

“I— uh, I—” You stuttered, feeling his vermillion eyes piercing through your soul as his gaze remained unwavering on you.

“Hey, Bakugou.” Kirishima came around the corner to stand directly behind you, “You’ll never guess who her boyfriend is.”

“Who, Kiri?” Bakugou replied, his warm breath fanning your face.

“Dynamight.” He practically sang the name.

“Well shit.” Bakugou’s lips curled into a smirk, “This is Dynamight’s house?”

“Yeah, dude. We hit the jackpot.”

“Of course, Dynamight would have a beautiful girl hah?” Bakugou’s palm cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer.

You felt them eyeing you up like a piece of meat, fingers tightening in the corner of your towel as Bakugou’s lips met yours in a rough kiss, his grip firm on your face to prevent you from moving away as his tongue swiped against your lips. Gasping in surprise as he took the opportunity to delve inside your mouth, his tongue lashing against your own as he deepened the kiss. Distracting you as he moved his other hand to the hem of your towel, tugging roughly as you felt the cool air from the hallway hit your exposed skin, the fabric pooling around your feet on the hardwood floor as you were left completely naked in front of both strange men.

Bakugou broke the kiss to take a look at your naked body, watching the way your nipples began to pebble in the cold room, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath. Kirishima let out a low whistle behind you as he was given the perfect view of your naked back as you felt a hand come down on your ass hard. Yelping in surprise as you stepped closer to Bakugou, his body looming over yours as he unabashedly ogled your chest.

“Best one yet.” He murmured, reaching out to grope your breast as you arched your back into his touch. Holding the weight of it in his palm as his thumb flicked your taut nipple, causing a soft whine to slip past your lips.

“She’s fucking perfect right?” Kirishima pressed his clothed body up against yours behind you as his lips began to pepper kisses along the apex of your neck.

“She is,” Bakugou murmured, curving his neck to take one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue flicked against it as he massaged the mound with his palm.

You hated the way your body was betraying you, your thighs rubbing together to try and create some friction as you felt the familiar sensation brewing in your pelvis. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men surrounding you.

“Does that feel good?” Kirishima goaded, his palm flat against your abdomen as he pushed you back into his clothed erection, letting you feel how hard he was for you, “Yeah it does, listen to you moaning.”

“No, please.” You mumbled, your fingers curling into the fabric of Bakugou’s shirt as you feebly tried to push him away, “Please stop—”

“You can cry and whine as much as you want that you don’t want it, but your body is betraying you, sweetheart.”

Bakugou’s hand moved between your plush thighs to cup your warm sex, his touch had you gasping as you rolled your hips back into Kirishima’s crotch. Causing the large man to bite down against the supple skin of your neck.

“Please, don’t.” You continued to plead, but your cries fell on deaf ears as both men continued their assault on your body, “I’ll scream.”

“Ain’t no one gonna hear you, princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “Go on, try—“

Deep down you knew he was right, your boyfriend had specifically chosen this neighbourhood because it was quiet, the houses weren’t close to each other and it gave you both the privacy you craved.

“Didn’t think so.” Bakugou grinned at your silence, lifting his hand slightly to put more pressure against your slit as you moved onto your tiptoes. Your eyes rolled as you let out a soft mewl, feeling Kirishima’s hands coil around your body to cup your naked breasts.

“Wanna show us your bedroom, sweetheart?” Bakugou whispered, “I can give you a real reason to scream.”

“We gonna fuck in Dynamight’s bed?” Kirishima scoffed.

“We’re gonna destroy her in Dynamight’s bed,” Bakugou smirked, already pushing you down the hall towards your bedroom, as though he knew exactly where to go.

Stepping inside the room as he pushed you back onto the soft mattress, leaving you sprawled out in front of him as both men stopped to admire the view. Kirishima palmed himself through his sweats at the sight as he stepped into the room behind Bakugou.

“Dynamight’s gonna come home to find his girl dripping in our cum.” Kirishima grinned as he pulled his sweats down around the curve of his ass, the heavy meat of his cock hanging down a sheer indication of its weight. Wrapping a large palm around himself as he gave it a teasing pump, his wrist rolling around the head to smear the pre oozing from the tip along the length.

“She ain’t ever gonna want Dynamight’s cock again when we’re done with her,” Bakugou spoke as though you weren’t even there, “She’s cryin’ now but she’ll be begging us to come back later.”

Bakugou’s fingers brushed through your messy folds, dipping into your slick as he circled your tight entrance. The movement had your hips jerking on the mattress as he smirked down at you, dragging his fingers back up to nudge your puffy clit as you let out a soft moan.

“You like that, hah sweetheart?” He watched your lips part in a silent moan as he continued to rub teasing circles against your clit.

You didn’t want to admit how much you liked it, how he’d managed to touch you in the exact way that had your toes curling and your chest heaving. Your body betrayed you as your tight walls clenched around nothing, desperate to feel more of him.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how much you’re enjoying it, baby. Dynamight doesn’t have to know.” He scoffed, moving his fingers back down to press against your tightness.

“She fucking loves it, look at her.” You felt the mattress dip as Kirishima crawled onto it beside you, angling his cock towards your mouth as the tip smeared a glistening line of pre against your cheek.

You kept your lips pursed shut as you felt fresh tears beginning to clump in your lashes, trying to ignore the sensation of Bakugou’s fingers prodding your tight entrance.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugou grunted as he slipped one solo finger inside your tight heat, feeling your walls clamping down around him as you gasped at the intrusion. Your eyes widened in surprise as Kirishima took the opportunity to press his cock inside your mouth, groaning as your lips wrapped around him.

“That’s it- just like that.” Kirishima cooed as he watched more of his length disappear inside your mouth, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You tried to remember to breathe through your nose as you felt Bakugou add another finger inside your tight cunt, stretching you out as he began to curl them inside you. Pumping them roughly as Kirishima matched his movements, rolling his hips as he pushed his cock deeper inside your wet mouth.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou continued as he continued fingering your cunt, “I know you want it,”

“She’s so good at sucking cock,” Kirishima groaned, “Dynamight’s a lucky guy. Maybe we should just take her instead. So we can use her whenever we want.”

You blanched at the idea, wide eyes staring up at them pleadingly as tears began to stream down your temples, soaking the pillowcases beneath your head. You hoped if you just did as they said they’d let you go—

“Fuckin’ shit,” Kirishima grunted, his balls tightening as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Gagging at the sheer size of him as your nails dug into the tops of his thighs, trying to get him to pull back. Your jaw ached and your throat burned as he tried to get as much of his thick girth inside you as possible, an obscene challenge as he was met with resistance.

“That’s if you don’t kill her first with that fat fucking thing, be careful Kiri. Jesus-” Bakugou rasped.

You spluttered as Kirishima pulled out of your mouth for a moment to allow you to gasp for air, gulping in mouthfuls as strings of your spit and his cum connected him to your lips as they snapped off against your chin. One of Kirishima’s large palms stroked the top of your head soothingly as he began to fist himself languidly, smearing your drool along his length.

“Sorry, babe.” He smiled a sharp-toothed grin as he tapped his cock against your lips, “Let’s try that again, yeah?”

He was far more delicate this time as he slid his cock back inside your mouth, Bakugou’s thumb pressed messy circles against your clit as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy.

Whining around Kirishima’s cock as you felt Bakugou pull his hand away from your cunt, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and jeans filled the room as he tapped the fat, leaking tip of his cock against your soaked slit.

“So pretty,” Bakugou groaned as he pressed forward, watching as the tip of his cock slowly began to disappear inside your tight hole, “Good girl.”

Your thighs quivered as he pressed more of himself inside you, vermilion eyes focused on his cock disappearing inside you. Giving an experimental thrust as he canted his hips forward, your tits bouncing from the movement as he pushed deeper inside you.

“How does she feel?“ Kirishima looked back at his friend as Bakugou finally bottomed out inside you, the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit as he curled his forearms beneath your thighs to bend your body.

“Fuckin’ amazing.” He grunted, easing his hips back before snapping them forward as you moaned around Kirishima’s cock.

“It’s my turn after, yeah?” Kirishima turned back to watch Bakugou’s cock disappearing inside your tight walls.

You felt like you were being split in two, your jaw aching from the sheer size of Kirishima’s cock paired with Bakugou stretching you open had your insides swirling as you tried to ignore the ache throbbing through your veins. The sensation was overwhelming as both men set a steady pace, using your body for their own pleasure.

“S’too much.” You mumbled around the tip of Kirishima’s cock as he pulled his hips back, feeling the ache between your thighs as Bakugou’s length nudged your cervix. The motion had your back arching in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your silky walls throbbed around him.

“Aww, poor baby,” Kirishima feigned sympathy as he stroked the top of your head, “But you can take it for us, yeah?”

“Please,” You pleaded with them as you felt Kirishima tap the tip of his cock against your bottom lip before sliding back inside you. His pace became sloppier as he continued rutting his hips against you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he danced on the edge of his climax.

The crude squelch of Bakugou’s cock sinking into your wet cunt and the sound of you gagging around Kirishima filled the room as you tried to ignore how lewd it sounded. Both men’s grunts left a swirl of heat inside your abdomen as they used your body for their own desire.

“I’m gonna cum,” Kirishima grunted, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the headboard, his balls slapping against your chin as he gave a few more messy ruts of his hips.

“Thought you wanted a go after me,” Bakugou scoffed, “Your shitty fuckin’ stamina.”

“I told you she feels good,” Kirishima groaned, ruby eyes focused on your lips wrapped around his cock as he came inside you with a grunt. His release was warm against your tongue as he leaned his body over you to cling to the headboard, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath after the intense orgasm. Pulling his softening cock from between your lips with a groan as he looked down at your debauched face.

“Holy shit,” Kirishima groaned as he caught sight of his cum inside your mouth, some of it dribbling down your chin, “Should take a picture. You look so pretty right now.”

“She really does,” Bakugou growled, Kirishima moving to the side gave him the perfect view of your body as he began to speed up, slipping his hand to where your bodies were connected to press messy circles against your clit.

“Fuck,” You cried out, Bakugou’s body curved over yours as he drove his hips harder against you, pounding into your wetness as he worked you towards your release.

“Come on, pretty girl.” Bakugou murmured, “I know you’re close- I can feel you clampin’ down on my dick.”

It was true, you wanted to. Your body betrayed your mind as you thought about Dynamight coming home and seeing you in such a precarious position, knowing he’d save you and apprehend the villains— if they even lived long enough to be captured. Wondering whether he’d be mad at you for not following his instructions on what to do during a situation like this.

“Fuck, that’s it- cum all over my cock.” Bakugou groaned as he felt you cum hard. Your walls clamped down around his fat cock as you shook beneath him, a loud cry leaving your lips as your body followed its bliss. He continued his harsh pace as he fucked you through your climax, beads of sweat clinging to his temples as messy blond spikes of hair stuck to his skin. Weaving his forearm beneath one of your thighs to angle your body so he could use you for his own pleasure.

“Gonna leave you full of my cum for when your boyfriend comes home.” Bakugou continued with a smirk.

“No, please.” You cried out, “Anywhere but inside–” You tried to argue but he was relentless. His thumb remained constant against your puffy clit as you continued to writhe beneath him, feeling yourself on the cusp of another climax. Your body felt overstimulated as you let out a high-pitched whine, your toes curling as you felt another harsh orgasm rip through you.

“She liked the idea of that,” Kirishima grinned as he leaned down to nip at your breast, “Think she wants to be fucked into the shape of our cocks.”

“Fuckin’ hell– Clampin’ down on my fuckin’ cock,” Bakugou groaned as he felt his own orgasm take over him, his balls tightening as he spilt hot, white ropes of cum inside your tight cunt, “Good fuckin’ girl.” Each word was enunciated with a sharp rut of his hips as he stilled inside you to cherish the way your walls trembled around him.

“This will be our little secret, yeah?” Bakugou groaned, still buried inside your abused hole. Feeling your walls continue to flutter around him in the aftershocks of your release as he kept you plugged full of his cum, “Every night you’re lying in this bed with Dynamight, you’re gonna be thinkin’ about how much better our cocks are, ain'tcha?”

Bakugou landed a playful smack to your slit which had you squealing in surprise, your clit overstimulated as you tried to clamp your thighs together to prevent him from touching you there as he grinned down at you. Warm palms stroked the inside of your thighs as he squeezed the supple skin softly, a stark contrast to his prior actions.

“And don’t even think about telling anyone or we’ll come back and it’ll be worse.” Kirishima glared down at you, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Kirishima whined as his lips curled into a pout, “Why’re you laughing?”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You laughed, “That just didn’t sound menacing at all.”

“Well, what did you want me to say?” Kirishima’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you in annoyance, the most obnoxious pout now gracing his lips as you had to stop yourself from leaning up to kiss them.

“She’s right, shitty hair,” Bakugou scoffed, “You broke character way too fuckin’ easy.”

“I did not,” He scoffed, “Blood Riot was real menacing.”

“It’s not my fault, she’s cute.” Kirishima pouted as you began to laugh at the bashful expression on his face.

“Oh shit, sweetheart.” Bakugou choked out as your walls clenched around him from your laughter, “You trying to make me cum again?”

“Sorry,” You hummed softly as Kirishima leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Thank you for indulging in my little fantasy,” You cooed up at Bakugou as you met his lips in a soft kiss.

“Whatever you want,” Bakugou grinned down at you as he teasingly rut his hips against you before moving back as his softening cock slipped out of your spent pussy. Your fluttering walls slowly pushed the mixture of your release out of your stretched cunt as both men stared at the sight in awe, following the trail as it began to leak down towards your ass.

“So pretty,” Kirishima cooed as he pressed his lips to yours, “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock next time.”

“Next time?” Bakugou shot his best friend a glare, “Who said there’s even gonna be a next time?”

“But you both said you had fun, I thought—”

“You owe me a new fuckin’ door, asshole.” Bakugou snarled, “That definitely wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I’m sorry,” Kirishima whined, “I got too in character.”

“Are you joking? Your acting was fuckin’ terrible.”

And now here you were in between two bickering men as you felt Bakugou’s cum slowly seep out of you.

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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— need

It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.

I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.

Pairings: Tamzy Caines x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamzy ties you up, choking, Tamzy cums untouched.

Word Count: 2.2k.

“Please, help me Tamzy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.

Tamzy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.

“Where’s your mask?” Tamzy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.

“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamzy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—

“You gotta help me, Tamzy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.

It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.

But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamzy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—

It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.

“Tamzy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”

Fuck.

Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.

“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamzy.”

God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.

He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.

“It’s okay,” Tamzy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Tamzy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.

But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamzy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.

“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”

“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamzy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamzy please.”

These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.

“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”

Oh, he was fucked.

That was the nail in his coffin as Tamzy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”

He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.

Tamzy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.

“Don’t tease me, Tamzy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”

His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.

“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.

“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamzy. I can’t take anymore— it hurts.”

Tamzy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.

“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamzy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, ��Put them in Tamzy, please.”

Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.

“More, Tamzy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”

“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.

“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamzy. I need more—”

If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.

“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.

All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamzy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—

The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.

“I want your cock so bad, Tamzy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.

“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.

“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”

“Shut up,” Tamzy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.

“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.

“You’re filthy.” Tamzy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.

“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.

“I beg to differ,” Tamzy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”

“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.

Tamzy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.

“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.

This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.

“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.

“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamzy spend his motions up in response.

Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”

“Oh my— fuck, Tamzy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.

His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamzy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.

“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”

Tokushin goes lax as Tamzy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as Tamzy hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.

Oh, he’s certain you’ll be the death of him.

#tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #Tamzy caines x reader #tamsy Caines smut #Tamzy Caines smut #Gachiakuta smut #Tamzy smut #Tamzy x reader #Tamsy Caines x reader #Tamsy x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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u mentioned ruined orgasms and i immediately thought abt enji. i need to hear him beg 😏

DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

Enji is where my mind goes when I think about all the real nasty shit in my head he drives me insane😫 and what’s worse is I’m not sure he would ever truly beg? If you tease him it’s at your own peril, because he’d just take what he wants.

And he likes to make you think you have control, that he’s the big strong man that you’re going to bring to his knees— and you’re so confident about it too, especially when you pull your lips back from his cock just as you feel it buck in your throat as he’s about to cum. Pulling back just in time to squeeze his heavy balls roughly as he cums in pathetic spurts. Barely an orgasm, and certainly not enough to satiate a man like him. His cheeks flushed and brows furrowed as he glare down at you with darkened eyes.

You were foolish really, to think he’d just let you get up and leave after you did that to him. Your silly little game isn’ fun anymore when he’s curling a palm around the base of your skull and forcing you back down on his cock. Holding you steady as your jaw aches and you leave fiery crimson lines against his hairy inner thighs. Cutting off every ounce of oxygen in your lungs as you drool down his length, his hand holding you steady as he fucks your face.

But it’s your fault really— you wanted to act like a big girl, so he’s only treating you as such.

#I’m thinking thoughts now thanks a lot anon😫#tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #enji thirst #Jo thirsts #thirst posts #endeavor thirst

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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Thinking more sick, twisted thoughts that will probably never see the light of day but hear me out.

Being Endeavor’s pretty, sweet step-daughter who is still hopelessly single into your twenties. Still unable to find a man that won’t cower in fear at the prospect of dating the intimidating Pro’s daughter.

So he decides to auction your virginity up to the highest bidder. And that means all the heroes and villains alike are vying for the prize. The chance to defile Endeavor’s pretty little step-daughter.

#like this would be such a sick series idc #sick in more ways than one probably #honestly tho imagine Dabi bidding I would lose my MIND #his broke ass would suddenly be looting everything in sight #but also imagine hawks😫 or the other pros desperate for a taste #SIGH #tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #jo thirsts #thirst posts

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kingkatsuki · 7 months

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Thinking about Bakugou controlling your lush vibe again, I’m sorry I’m insane.

Maybe Deku gets you one to spice things up in your relationship when you tell him that you’re bored of the same old vanilla. And Bakugou catches him trying (and failing to use it)

Or I headcanon Shindou being sensitive/observant to vibrations/pulsations because of his quirk— so he notices that you’re currently wearing the lush at a party or a gala, and he knows that means Bakugou must be controlling it from somewhere so he decides to tease you about it.

Making Bakugou wear our lush after he’s tortured us with it so many times before, and now the tables are turned he’s a pathetic mess as he tries to buck his hips to give himself some sweet relief when we keep turning it to the lowest setting.

Or Bakugou making us wear it while he’s at work, so he can torture us with it while he’s out on patrol.

OR OR

Tw:noncon — Bakugou hacks into our phone, sees the app on there and sets up an alert direct to his phone so he can see whenever the toy is active. Decides to take over the controls when it’s buried inside you— (and maybe he gets access to our front facing camera too so he can see us at the same time)

#tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #clearly there are other options #these are just the thoughts swirling around in my mind right now💕

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kingkatsuki · 3 months

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Is it bad that I want Katsuki to stalk me? I want him to use his position on the hero society and his reputation to watch me. Nobody would question the #2 hero when he wants info on a civilian. I want him to have an unhealthy obsession with me that he would risk his career for me and I don’t even know him besides that he’s Dynamite the hot headed #2 hero. Like he would easily be able to sneak into my apartment and put cameras up so he could watch me, make sure I’m safe and not brining other guys home. I just want him to want me so bad that nothing else matters to him. Is that bad?

I’ve already done a few thirsts like this, and no it’s not bad at all.

He convinces himself that he’s just doing it to keep you safe, and no one ever questions when he wants the home address and phone number of an innocent civilian. He’s the number two Hero after all, so he’s just trying to keep the public safe.

It shouldn’t be this easy to tap your phone, but now he has access to you whenever he pleases. Sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop as it seems like he’s working on a report. When really he’s checking through your iCloud account and seeing all the new photographs of yourself that you took the night before. And he doesn’t even need to check the geotags because he knows exactly where you were every night.

He’s blocked all the phone numbers of men that you meet at these bars, or on social media. Smirking to himself when he notices how sad you are on your socials when yet another guy ghosts you, but he’d never ghost you. He’s with you 24/7.

Listening through the speakers when you touch yourself at night, fisting his cock in tandem as he hangs on every sweet whine that leaves your lips. Thinking about finding a way to get you to turn the lights on in your room when you touch yourself st night so he can see how pretty you look when you cum— (not that he hasn’t watched all those lewd videos you recorded of yourself. He has a separate folder on his phone just for those).

He’s already telling people he’s seeing someone, he’s got a girlfriend and things are going well. He can’t make it out for dinner, or for drinks because he’s seeing you— and it’s not exactly a lie. He could sit and watch you all day, lounging back on his couch as he watches you through the camera of your phone propped up against the kitchen counter while you make yourself dinner. Promising that he’s going to get you a proper plate set instead of the missmarched fiasco that you use now, shaking his head as you drink your wine from an oversized mug.

All of this because you almost ran into him at your local coffee shop, trying to come in as he was leaving. Bakugou holding the door open for you like a gentleman while you smiled up at him with a sweet “thanks”.

The only word it took to have him completely and utterly obsessed with you.

#stalker!bakugou #tw:noncon #trigger:noncon

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Temptation | Eddie Munson x Reader

Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕

Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!

Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 8.3k.

The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.

A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.

“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.

“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.

“Still no.”

“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.

“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.

“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”

“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.

“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.

You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.

“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”

“So let's find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”

You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.

“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”

“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.

“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.

“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”

“Where do you think they get their drugs?”

You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.

“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.

Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.

So now you found yourself in this huge house all alone because your friend had snuck off with Andy from the basketball team and after almost an hour you still hadn’t managed to find the one person you’d come to this stupid party for.

Narrowly avoiding a guy who almost fell into you when his friend shoved him a little too boisterously as you made your way towards the kitchen– you needed a drink. Whether it was liquid courage to steel your nerves or just a way to cope with the incessant throb of music and cheering in the background you couldn’t tell. Reaching out to grab a paper cup from the pile as you poured half a cup of beer from the keg sat in the corner, not trusting the vibrant red punch that sat on the kitchen counter in case it had been spiked with god knows what.

The kitchen was quieter than the main parts of the house, the swinging doors often shut and blocked a great deal of the music which meant people could actually have a conversation at normal volume. Leaning back on the counter as you sipped your beer, overhearing the cutesy conversations that the couples inside were having. Some of them just whispering to each other, others sucking face in front of you. It shouldn’t have bothered you, people minding their own business. But it filled you with a fit of burning jealousy because they were all doing this and you were pathetically alone. Chucking back your beer you moved to pour yourself another cup, this time filling it to the brim as you sipped at the head of foam. Weaving back out through the swinging door back into the throng of people, your eyes looking out for anyone doing weed so you could ask where they got it. Hoping that you wouldn’t seem like a narc, but then at least you could try to find where Eddie was.

Eddie.

The thought of him alone made your nerves bubble to the surface again as you knocked back more of your beer. Hoping it would do something to subdue your racing heart as you stumbled through the lavish house, narrowly avoiding a side table as you regretted your choice of footwear. Heels and alcohol would be a deadly combination, deciding to go upstairs for a few moments to try and find a bathroom to give yourself a few seconds of peace before you worked up enough courage to start asking around for Eddie Munson.

Downing the final dregs of your beer as you made it to the top of the stairs, taking a sharp turn around the corner as you collided headfirst into someone's chest, dropping the empty paper cup with a surprised squeak.

“Oh, shit.” A voice said as you looked at the chest of the person you’d run into, a black t-shirt with ‘Dio’ printed across the front of it, “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t see ya there.”

His hands held your arms to keep you steady as though he was nervous he’d have you toppling over, bending his knees slightly to come down a little more to your level.

“I was looking for you-” You blurted out without thinking, excited that in this sea of people you’d finally found the man you’d been looking for all night.

“You were?” His brown eyes lit up with a toothy grin as he pointed a ringed finger at himself, “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ looking for little old me?”

He had no fucking clue what he was doing to you, but his words had you squealing inside. Trying to hide the elation on your face over the fact that Eddie Munson had just called you pretty as you smiled up at him, “I wanna buy drugs.”

“Shh, sweetheart.” His eyes looked around the room playfully, squeezing your arms, “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” You mumbled, unsure whether it was the alcohol making your mind fuzzy or the object of your affections in front of you

“Well, how about we go somewhere a little quieter and I’ll get you whatever you need, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated with a smile as he led you down the corridor.

He turned back to see if you were still following him, watching you weave between the people who were mingling upstairs as he held his arm back to you, offering you his hand as he helped guide you through the crowds of people. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty in your own, your fingers lacing together as he opened random doors- accidentally walking in on a girl between her knees giving one of the basketball team a blowjob as he shouted to close the door. Eddie shouted out a “Sorry, man.” before closing it and continuing further down, finally finding a room that was vacant as he opened the door. Standing to the side to motion for you to go in first, giving a slight bow of his head as he did so.

“M’lady-”

You held your breath to try and ease your racing heart, your fingers still tingling from his touch as you stood still in the empty bedroom, arms crossed across your chest as you tried your best to look natural. But you were so fucking nervous-

Eddie flopped down onto the edge of the bed as he fumbled in his worn jacket pockets, searching for the joint he’d rolled earlier as he pulled it out with a smile.

“You can sit down, sweetheart. I don’t bite-” He smiled, his head tilting to motion to the spot beside him as your heeled feet made their way across the carpet to sit beside him. Facing the door as you daren't look at him, still trying to calm your racing heart, “There we go.”

He was patting himself down to try and find where he’d placed his lighter as he held the joint between his lips, holding it at the side of his mouth as he looked towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind me sayin’-” His voice slightly muffled as he kept his lips closed around the filter, “But you don’t really look like the type to be smoking, sweetheart.”

“Isn’t saying that bad for business?” You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or not— whether he was mocking your experience or how you looked, but you supposed he was right. You’d never smoked before in your life.

“Shit, you’re right.” He grinned, holding his hand up to cup around the end of the joint as flicked the zippo to light it. Keeping the stick in his mouth as he inhaled softly, “I’m all for people trying it for the first time anyway, it’s good shit I promise.”

“How’d you know it was my first time?” You raised a brow.

“Just a gut feeling.” He grinned, “I can roll you one just to see if you like it? On me, of course.”

“You always offer people free weed?”

“Nah, only if they’re real pretty.” There he went again calling you pretty, the word had your throat going dry as you tried desperately to calm down.

The alcohol in your system made it easier as you reached over to grab the joint from between his lips, brows furrowed as you held the stick to your lips. Taking a large toke as you tried to hold the smoke in your mouth to push it into your lungs, but your body had other ideas as you began to choke on the smoke. Leaning forward as your throat burned, coughing up the smoke you’d just inhaled as Eddie leaned over to rub soothing circles against your back, his other hand grabbing the stick from between your fingers so you didn’t drop it onto the soft carpet.

“Shit, do you want me to get you a drink, sweetheart?” Eddie moved to stand from the bed, but you reached out to lay your palm flat on his thigh, shaking your head no.

“Please don’t go-” Your voice croaked, “Let me try again.”

“You sure?” Eddie wasn’t so sure, but he’d seen plenty of people who were inexperienced their first time buying so this wasn’t any different- not really.

“Please,” The soft desperate tone to your voice had his soft cock throbbing between his thighs, brown eyes skirting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again as he nodded.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He held the joint up to his lips, “Watch me,” inhaling softly as you watched his adam’s apple bob, the smoke disappearing into his lungs as he held it there for a moment before slowly parting his lips. The dark wisps of smoke began to seep from his mouth and swirl into the air, filling the room with the potent scent of marijuana as you felt yourself becoming woozy from the secondhand smoke.

“You got it?” You nodded as you took the joint back from him, your fingers tingling as they brushed his as you held the stick back to your lips. Closing your eyes to avoid his gaze as you tried again, taking a smaller hit this time as you felt the smoke enter your body. Your chest heaving as it filled your senses, biting on your tongue to fight the urge to cough, not wanting to embarrass yourself again as you felt it slowly flow through your body.

“There you go, I knew you could do it.” Holding it inside you for so long that the vapour began to slowly seep from your nostrils, your brain going cloudy, or maybe it was the smoke in the room as Eddie gave you a big grin.

“So what made you decide to try out my services today?” Eddie grinned as you took another hit of the joint, whether it was to calm your nerves or to mask your awkward silence you weren’t sure.

“Why not?” You replied with a shrug. There was no way you could tell him the real reason- that you had absolutely no interest in trying drugs for the first time, you were just completely smitten with the man in front of you.

Absolutely not.

“Fair enough.” Eddie had no fucking clue why a girl as pretty as you was asking him to buy drugs, not that he was complaining. But it was clear you’d never attempted them before, so it had him wondering why now, why him–

“Shit, baby.” He mumbled as your body fell back onto the bed, your lashes fluttering, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You slurred, “‘m okay.”

“You come here with friends, sweetheart?” He squeezed your forearm to try and keep your attention, “Boyfriend? Tell me who and I’ll go get ‘em-”

“No,” You scrunched your nose in distaste, not wanting this moment with him to end so soon. You’d been dreaming about being this close to Eddie Munson, and it was finally happening, “Don’t go.”

Eddie watched the way your glossed lips jutted out into a pout as he hovered over you, trying to ignore the heat rising inside him. He was in an empty bedroom with a pretty woman who didn’t want him to leave, and it was you of all people. He was certain you were going steady with one of the guys from the basketball team, or at least that's how it sounded whenever he’d hear them talking about you at their lockers in the morning. But here you were now, wanting him to stay with you?

“Okay, okay. I’m not goin’ anywhere, see?” He squeezed your hand gently as you felt your lashes begin to flutter as your eyes closed, the mixture of drugs and alcohol coaxing you into slumber as you felt yourself beginning to pass out.

“I really like you, Eddie Munson.” You slurred and Eddie felt his heart swell in his chest. You liked him?!

“I didn’t even wanna try stupid drugs, I just wanted to talk to you- but now I’m being all embarrassing.”

“You’re not embarrassing- seriously. The furthest from.” Eddie brought the back of his hand up to stroke against your cheek as you continued to slur your words, the metal of his rings brushing against your skin as you leaned into his touch.

“I didn’t even wanna come to this party, but my friend said you’d be here-”

“Yeah?” Eddie whispered breathlessly, hanging on your every word.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you too, one of his favourite parts of his day were the times he’d be sitting at the end of his table in the cafeteria that gave him the perfect vantage point of you. Picking your face out of the crowd and sneaking glances over at you when he thought no one was looking, quickly shifting his gaze if it ever met yours. But you were leaps and bounds out of his league, so there was no way he thought you’d ever like him back.

“I picked out this dress and everything for you.”

“All for me?” God, you were so fucking cute.

“Yeah,” You yawned, “All for you, Eddie.” He continued stroking your cheek as your breathing began to shallow, the effects of the drugs taking over. Unsure how much you’d had to drink before you tried weed for the first time as he lay beside you on the queen bed.

Eddie felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked so pretty splayed out for him like this, your glossed lips parted in a delicious pout as he lay on the bed beside you, smoking the final tokes of his joint as he stubbed it out against the expensive-looking bed frame leaving a dark stain against the wood. Turning his attention towards you as he lay a hand on your hip, squeezing softly as he hovered over you. Curly, brown hair framing your face as your hazy eyes glanced up at him

“‘want you,” You slurred, trying to reach up to touch his cheek but instead you tugged at the worn leather of his jacket.

“Yeah? You do?” Eddie replied with a coyness to his voice as he leaned closer, surrounding you with the musky scent of sweat and weed as he let his lips graze yours slightly. Smirking when you tried to lift your head from the soft pillows to meet him and deepen the kiss.

“Please,” You whined, trying feebly to use your grip on his jacket to pull him back down to you and kiss you harder, but to no avail.

“We can’t sweetheart, you’re high.” His eyes softened at the sight of you beneath him as he watched your brows furrow in annoyance.

“I don’t care.” You scoffed, using all your strength to tug his jacket roughly to try and get his lips back on yours.

“Well, I do.” Eddie hated himself for those words leaving his mouth, he was a saint for not giving in immediately and taking everything from you. Eddie the fucking saint. Your needy whines doing nothing to satiate the throb between his thighs, his cock already semi-hard and leaking pre against his boxers. You had no idea what you were doing to him every time you begged him to touch you, to make you feel good. It was taking every single ounce of resolve he had not to pull your panties to the side and slide home. Were you even wearing panties? Your dress had ridden up so much on the bed he could lean back slightly and see for himself—

God, he needed to stop being such a creep.

Your eyes fluttered shut and Eddie stayed beside you biting his bottom lip between his teeth, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He didn’t want to leave you on your own to find your friend, he knew exactly who to look for. The loudmouth girl that you were always hanging around with at Hawkins, the one that would pull your attention away from him. But leaving you alone meant leaving you unattended, and that meant anyone could come in and do anything to you.

But there’s no way he could allow that, it was his job— wait. Was it?

He groaned at the thought of touching you like that. Sick, depraved and twisted while you lay there blissfully unaware of anything. His cock throbbing with desire as it begged to be freed from its confines, the thought of your pretty glossed lips wrapped around him had him shamelessly rutting himself against your hip, creating a delicious friction that had him groaning for you.

The other option was staying with you until you woke up, which wouldn’t be so bad– The effects of the weed hopefully wouldn’t last much longer, and he could help you find your way home that way. See, he really was a fucking gentleman staying here. Chivalry at its finest.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He hummed softly, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear, “Gonna stay here 'til you wake up, okay? Gonna take good care of you.”

Your only reply to him were soft breaths as he chanced smoothing his hand along your side, letting it stroke up to the curve of your breasts as his thumb brushed the underside of one. A deep groan rumbled from deep in his chest at the feeling, pushing harder before it moved over your mound to stroke against your soft nipple. Watching as it pebbled under his touch and began to show through the fabric of the dress you were wearing– were you not wearing a bra?

Oh, you minx.

“What were you planning dressed like this pretty girl, hmm?” His eyes rolled as he gave another, harder rut of his hips into your side. Giving his cock some relief as he palmed your breast, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he massaged it beneath his hand. Watching your face intently in case you woke up, your lips now parted in a silent moan, almost like you were enjoying this even though you weren’t coherent.

Eddie was trying his best to be good, trying to lay there patiently beside you until you came to, but your perfume invaded his senses and made it difficult to think, his eyes focused on the way your chest moved in time with your heartbeat, his hand grazing your sternum to feel it beating gently.

“Fuck it,” He mumbled, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours again, tasting your gloss on his tongue as he licked his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty- shit.” He groaned as one of the straps to your dress fell from your shoulder, Eddie’s hand moving to pull the other one down so he could move the fabric down your body and reveal your naked breasts. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them as he tried to blink back the hazy fog in his eyes from the weed so he could commit this sight to memory, trying to ingrain it into his brain so he could fuck his fist to the thought of it later.

He reached out to pinch one of your perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the peak gently as he tugged at it. Another airy sigh sounded as he moved closer, wrapping his lips around the other one as his tongue swirled around your darkened areola, flicking against the sensitive nub as teeth grazed it. Pulling away as the silvery sheen of his spit glistened in the glow of the bedroom. The light above illuminated your body perfectly as he switched breasts, giving the other one the same attention as you made more pretty sounds that flew directly to his cock.

“Always see you starin’ at me you know, every damn day and I didn’t do shit about it.” He scoffed, pulling away from your chest to look up at your face, “Look at what I was missing out on, huh? Eddie the freak? More like Eddie the fool- didn’t realise it was because you fuckin’ liked me. Me?!”

He kept talking as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, tasting your lip gloss as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring the new territory as his hands ventured lower. Skimming the soft skin of your inner thigh as it travelled beneath the hem of your skirt.

You’d been smoking weed with him moments earlier on a bed at a random house party. He was virtually a complete stranger, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. Maybe stranger was a stretch though because Eddie Munson knew who you were– seeing you walking around in all those pretty skirts that had him going crazy, fucking his fist to the thought of you more times than he could count. Oh, he definitely knew who you were. But he’d spent so long thinking about you that he’d finally resigned himself to the fact that he was completely out of your league. This is why having you here with him now in such a debauched state had his cock soaking his boxers and his heart beating a mile a minute.

His thumb brushed against the crotch of your panties, sucking a hiss through his teeth when he felt just how wet you were, cupping your sex to feel you through your panties. You were so warm. His filthy mind instantly going to how you would feel wrapped around his cock, your tight little pussy clamping down around him and trying to milk him of his release— and god, he’d give it to you. He’d give you everything.

Biting back a groan as he ran his thumb along the heat of your slit through the thin fabric as he found your hole. Pressing down against it through your panties as he felt the way your body reacted to him, your walls greedily trying to suck him into your depths as the tip of his thumb went as deep as it could through the material barrier.

“So needy,” He grinned, pushing the hem of your dress up to bunch around your hips so he could see you. The cute cotton panties you wore were a stark contrast to the dress you’d chosen for the party, making you seem far more innocent than you appeared. Your thighs shifted as Eddie paused his movements, his hands pulling back from you in an instant as his brown eyes remained trained on your face– looking for any signs you were waking up.

“Look at what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart.” He groaned, taking one of your hands to press your palm against his crotch, panting as he felt your hand against his hard length, “This is all your fault.”

Eddie leaned forward, wrapping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties as he dragged them down your thighs. Slipping them over the heels you were wearing as he took the opportunity to look at the stained fabric, the sheen of your slick glistening against the crotch as he hummed in appreciation. Unable to resist raising them to his nose to inhale the scent of you, his eyes almost rolling back at the smell as his hips jerked, his cock finding subtle friction against the denim of his jeans. Stuffing the pair into his back pocket as he turned his attention back to you, brown eyes focused on your bare pussy as he moved a hand beneath your knee to spread you further. Seeing the silvery lines of your slick that stuck to your outer labia, before he immediately shifted onto his stomach between your thighs to get a closer look.

“Gotta be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” He mumbled, leaning forward to lick a long, languid swipe along your slit.

So what if it was the only pussy he’d ever seen? He’d watched enough seedy pornos and read enough dirty magazines to know that you were gorgeous. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you here beneath him right now, and you’d been looking for him too?

Eddie moaned at the taste of you, savouring it before he repeated the movement, this time lingering on your clit as he let the flat pad of his tongue swipe against you. Your taste did nothing but fuel the fire that burned deep inside him, crude, messy slurping sounds filling the room as he began to feast on your cunt. Eddie could’ve sworn you were moaning, even in your intoxicated state. Practically purring for him as he kept his eyes fixed on you from between your thighs, salving his tongue against your clit before moving to dip the tip of it into your tight little hole, crudely slurping at your essence as he followed the trail of it as it dribbled down towards your ass, letting his tongue shamelessly press against your asshole as his tongue circled the tight rim.

“Gonna take every single one of your little holes and make them mine, sweetheart. Make you all mine.” He growled, his hips rutting against the bed to try and give his cock some stimulation as he moved his hands to the apex of your thighs, thumbs reaching out to spread you open for him as he moved back up your slit. His nose bumped your clit before his lips wrapped around it, pulling it into his mouth as he sucked hard. Eddie was practically drooling as a mixture of his spit and your slick dribbled down his chin, fingers slipping between your thighs to join him as he slipped his middle finger inside your tight heat to the thick ring that sat at the base. Immediately curling it as he began to pump it in and out of your tight heat while sucking your clit.

Bullying his index finger in beside his middle one as he felt your tightness begin to stretch around his fingers, his rings clanging together as he set a slow, steady pace. Deliberately flicking his wrist to try and find that spongy place inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars, wondering if you could feel this in your slumber, if it felt good– Wishing you were awake so that he could see your pretty eyes and hear your reactions, but Eddie Munson wasn’t a greedy man. He’d take what he could get, and for now? This was more than enough.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Eddie groaned as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his fingers as he began to scissor them inside you, stretching you out to try and prepare you for his cock. You had absolutely no idea in your drunken state the effect you were having on him, his hips jerking against the mattress to give himself some stimulation to his neglected cock, your slick dribbling down his fingers and sticking to his rings. The metal clinked together with each pump as he increased the pace, wondering if he’d be able to make you cum like this– when you were in such a compromising position. The sight of your pretty lips parted in a near-constant moan spurred him on further, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers against the spot inside you that he knew would have you coming undone in moments.

“Come on, baby.” He goaded, “Wanna feel you cum on my face.”

Eddie felt your inner walls begin to flutter around his digits, his tongue still lashing at your clit as he increased his pace. Your thighs shook as your orgasm began to surge through you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone. A large palm moved up to press against your abdomen to stop you from writhing away from him as he continued pumping his digits in and out of your pulsing sex, moving his lips back from your clit so he could look up at your face as he languidly pumped his digits inside your heat.

“Fuck, yeah.” He grunted, slipping his fingers from your tight heat as he watched your little hole flutter around nothing in the aftershocks of your climax. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand before greedily slipping his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth to clean them off as he stared down at you. Giving his hips a final rut against the mattress before he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have you.

All of you.

Fiddling with his belt he unbuckled it and let it stay in the loops of his jeans, leaving it hanging as he unbuttoned the stiff denim. Dipping his fingers into the hem of his boxers to pull them down with his jeans until the material sat around the curve of his ass. Just enough to free his aching cock, the heavy weight of it hanging down towards his thigh as he exhaled at the relief of finally freeing it from its confines.

Taking a deep breath as he wrapped a calloused palm around himself, giving it a teasing pump as he rolled his wrist around the tip of his cock to smear his pre-cum down his length. Leaning forward to drag the swollen, reddened head through your folds. Coating himself with your slick as the tip brushed against your puffy clit, a breathless moan escaping your lips at the sensation.

“Bet you’ve got no idea how pretty you are, huh?” Eddie groaned as the tip of his cock caught against your tight hole, even in your intoxicated state your body was still eagerly trying to drag him in, “That why you here with me, hm?”

He let the weight of his cock drop against your pelvis as he repositioned your thighs, raising them up to lay over the top of his as he angled your hips. Nostrils flaring at the sight of his length on top of you as it indicated just how deep he’d end up inside your pretty pussy.

Manoeuvring you, he pressed the tip of his cock back against your entrance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before slowly beginning to ease his hips forward, brown eyes looking down at where your bodies were connected as he watched himself slowly disappear inside your silky depths.

“Get it together, Munson.” He groaned as he felt your walls beginning to constrict around him, so much tighter than his fist would ever be as he tried to steady his breathing, not wanting things to end before they’d even begun.

Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever have this opportunity with you ever again, wondering if you’d wake up sober and regret flirting with him in the first place. It wasn’t every day that he had a girl— especially one as pretty as you, thinking about him. He had to make the most of this moment as it presented itself to him, and at least if anything he’d have the cherished memories of you.

What the fuck did you see in him anyway?

Eddie clenched his teeth as he canted his hips forward, burying more of his thick cock inside your tight cunt. Feeling your walls clenching around him as he leaned forward, edging deeper inside you as his hands fisted the sheets beneath you.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, sweetheart.” He goaded, his balls snug against your ass as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Choking back a groan as he felt every inch of his cock surrounded by your slick heat, cherishing the sensation for a moment as he felt the subtle tremble of your walls around him.

Languidly pulling his hips back as his cock left your depths, your slick coating him and leaving a glistening sheen against his length as he looked down between your bodies. Moving his hands to your thighs as he kept you spread open, adjusting himself as he drove forward, setting a steady pace, “Look at you- your greedy little pussy just suckin’ me in.”

As he thrust his hips forward he heard you exhale softly, your lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes to squint up at him, the bright bedroom lights obscuring your vision as you tried to blink to adjust to it. The blunt head of his cock was the only part buried inside you as he stopped his movements, frozen at first as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Heart thumping against his ribcage as he tried to think of an excuse for why he’d been balls deep seconds earlier.

“Ed?” You mumbled, hands reaching out for him as he smiled down at you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He cooed, “There you are.”

“What’s? What are you doing-” You shifted your hips and accidentally pushed more of his cock inside you, making a husky whine leave your lips. Voice laced with sleep as you felt pressure in your pelvis.

“You said you wanted me, baby. Remember?” He smiled softly, petting your cheek as you tried to remember your conversation.

You’d been lying on the bed beside him, his hand on your hip as you smoked a joint for the first time. You remembered telling him that you’d been looking for him all night, and he’d leaned forward to kiss you. Of course, you’d told him you wanted him—

“‘m sorry I fell asleep,” You mumbled with a pout.

“It’s okay, angel. You’re here with me now, aren’tcha?”

“Yeah- oh, Eddie.” You slurred, feeling the weeping head of his cock begin to breach your tightness as he shifted his hips, your body jolting as he pushed himself inside. Staying still to give you a moment to adjust before moving his hips forward to give you more, burying more of his length inside your wet heat, “Hurts.” You scrunched your nose at the sensation.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed down at you sympathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, “You’re doing so good though, such a good girl for me.”

You keened at the praise, Eddie feeling your walls clenching around him at his words as he lazily rocked his hips into you. Feeling the heat of your slit against his pelvis as he let you adjust to his size.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, your thighs locked on either side of his hips as he splayed his hands against your sides, just beneath the swell of your breasts. Giving a quick, sharp thrust as he watched them bounce from the momentum, pulling more pretty sounds from your throat, “You okay if I move now, yeah?”

You nodded in response, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he began a quick pace. The crude squelch of him slipping in and out of your tight cunt filled the room as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment.

“You hear that? How wet your sloppy pussy is for me?” Eddie grinned as he deliberately gave slow thrusts so you could hear the lewd noises that were coming from your body. Your hands moved to try and cover your face from embarrassment as he hovered over you to pull your hands away.

“Don’t do that, pretty girl. Let me see you-” Pulling your hands away as your flushed face stared up at him, pearly tears clinging to your thick lashes as you tried to blink them back to clear your vision. But everything just felt so intense-

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He continued, listening to the mumbled “uh-huh” that left your lips as he continued his ministrations, “That’s it- show me how good Eddie makes you feel, yeah?”

You whined when you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, the angle he had your body at was perfect to piston into it with each forward rut of his hips. The bulging veins running along the length of his cock dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you cried out for him, touching you in places that your fingers could never hope to reach, making you feel so full.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” He continued talking, his voice doing nothing to satiate the ache between your thighs, “Sucking me in so good, sweetheart. Feel me nice and deep, yeah?”

Your only answer was a moan as you tried to fight the fatigue that was begging to set in, trying to coax you back to slumber as Eddie continued fucking into your sloppy pussy.

“How many guys you done this with, huh?” Eddie asked, trying to keep it sounding casual, but really he wanted to know how many other men had the pleasure of being balls deep inside your perfect pussy.

“None-” You gasped as you felt him hit that special spot inside you with the tip of his cock, “Just you, Eddie.”

There you went again, saying his name like that. His chest swelling with pride that he was the only one that had been inside you, the only one to feel you like this. You were like the perfect little cocksleeve, made to take his cock.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He grinned, his hand moving to wrap around your neck as he squeezed softly. Your eyes rolled back at the motion as he moved his hand lower, stroking against your sternum before palming a handful of your bouncing breasts. Trying to commit everything to memory. Every time his hips pulled back it was as though you were trying to suck him back in, your pussy desperate to be filled with his fat cock.

“You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” He continued, the question had your heart racing. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of Eddie Munson.

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You got toys, or do you use these pretty fingers?” He grinned, lifting your hand to press a kiss against your four fingers, squeezing gently as he eagerly awaited your answer.

“I- just my fingers.” You gasped.

“Bet my cock feels better than your fingers, huh?” He grinned, “Your pussy seems to think so.”

It did, it felt so much better than you could've ever imagined. Each night you touched yourself to the thought of him never compared to the pleasure you were feeling right now in this moment, the scorching heat between your thighs was overwhelming, as he managed to touch places inside you that you’d never felt before. Certain you’d never be able to pleasure yourself again without him, you’d become entirely dependent on Eddie Munson.

“You feel that? Your pussy's suckin’ me back in every time,” He grunted, “Such a slut.”

You whined at the name, biting onto one of your glossed lips as he hovered over you, his curly hair tickling your bare skin as he fucked you into the shape of his cock, “You my slutty girl?”

“Yes,” You gasped, exhaling harshly as he hit the same spot inside you again. The room felt hot, your skin clammy as you surrounded yourself with the scent of him, the scent of musky sweat paired with cheap cologne and the smoke from weed and cigarettes filled your senses as your back arched from the bed.

“Say it-” He growled, his hands travelling lower as they settled on your hips.

“I’m your slutty girl.” You slurred, your thighs squeezing around him as you felt yourself approaching your release, certain you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Especially at the pace that Eddie had set, every single cant of his hips had him filling you to the brim.

“Yeah, you are.” He grinned, each word punctuated with a harsh rut of his hips, “I can feel you getting tighter, angel. You gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You bit down on your lower lip hard, the coil inside you tightening as he continued his rough pace, reaching out for something to hold onto as your hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your fingers as he continued rutting his hips into you.

White spots began to blanket your vision as a loud cry of his name left your lips, suddenly thankful for the loud bass of the music downstairs that would hopefully muffle your cries. Not wanting anyone to walk in and see you in such a compromising position. Eddie’s pace was unrelenting as he fucked you through your climax, feeling the way your walls trembled around him as you rode out your orgasm.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum,” He snarled, shifting his hips to change the angle of his thrusts for his benefit, chasing his own release as he fucked into your spent body. Feeling him throb inside you as his fingers dug into your hips bruisingly, definitely leaving marks. The crude sound of skin slapping against skin continued to reverberate around the bedroom as Eddie’s thrusts became sloppier, teetering on the edge of his own climax.

Catching you off guard as he slipped his fingers between your connected bodies to press messy circles against your clit, your hands instantly moving to his wrist to try and pull him away, the sensation too much– too overwhelming as you began to wriggle beneath him.

“Eddie, please. I can’t-” You warbled, feeling fresh tears beginning to pool in your lash line as he smirked down at you.

“Just gimme one more, sweetheart. I know you can do it- wanna feel you when I cum.” He goaded you, his fingers unrelenting against your puffy clit.

“- s’too much.” You whined, your body betraying you as you felt yourself skirting on the edge of your climax, your toes curling in your heels as Eddie drove you towards another orgasm.

“That’s not what your pussy's saying, sweetheart. Can feel her squeezin’ me.” He laughed, “Come on, sweet girl. Just let go-”

“Oh my- god,” You cried out, your legs trembled as they clenched around his hips, your body thrashing against the bed as Eddie sent you into another climax, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find a second to catch your breath. Everything felt so visceral, too intense-

“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” He growled, his hand moving from your clit to slip beneath the curve of your knee, pushing your legs up towards your chest as he shamelessly looked down at where your bodies were connected. Watching his cock disappear inside your sloppy pussy as he noticed the milky rings of slick around the base of his length, matted into his dark pubes as he let out a low groan of your name, “Gonna fill this sloppy pussy with my cum-”

It was then you realised that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom, your eyes snapping open as you tried to push back on his chest, “Eddie, a condom- not inside- please.” You stumbled over your words as the pleasure made it difficult to think.

“I- fuck, jesus-” His jaw dropped open as a fierce groan vibrated from deep in his chest, spilling wet, hot ropes of cum into your pulsing cunt. Continuing a sloppy pace as he rode out his release, each roll of his hips fucked his cum deeper inside your spasming hole. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee as he came to a stop, preserving the final throbs of your cunt as you continued fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Sorry. I was gonna pull out, but you felt so good.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he began to slowly pull himself out of your warmth. The mixture of yours and his cum began to seep out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets beneath you. His cock glistened in the light of the room with your release as he used the tip of his softening cock to push some of the mixture back inside your sensitive hole. A soft whine left your lips as you tried hard to stay awake, sleep doing its best to captivate you as Eddie continued to look at your dripping pussy, watching his cum begin to trickle down towards your asshole.

“Eddie, don’t stare.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassment swirling inside you.

“How can I not when you look like this, sweetheart.” His ringed fingers moved down to play with the mixture, catching it as it dribbled down your slit and pushing it back into your quivering hole as your body pushed it back out again.

“You sleepin’ again, angel?” He hummed, moving back from the bed to start tugging his pants back up as he tucked his soft cock back inside his boxers.

“No,” You replied, but your eyelids became heavy. Feeling them beginning to droop shut as Eddie’s hands began to pull the straps of your dress back up to cover your naked chest, tugging the hem down as he shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you home-”

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