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veethefreeelf · 7 months

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Hello, I was wondering if I could make a request for jeonghannie 😢😢, how would he react to seeing you breastfeed your baby in front of him? And then he just wants to have sex and suck your tits like the baby 😢😢

Sorry Anon for 2 things. One, I took forever with this request and two, I might have gotten carried away (2.5K words, yikes). Anyway hope you enjoy it ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Also big thanks to @leejihoonownsmyheart for giving me the courage to post this CHEERS 🥂

You’ve always wondered if you would be a good mother. Not because your childhood was bad, but because you never saw yourself as such a figure in anyone’s life. You were always the baby of all your friend groups and it took you quite some time to consider yourself an actual adult and not just an overgrown kid.

Now, looking at the little angel in your arms, you find yourself wondering how you could ever have had such a thought. Sure, she just barely came out of you but overall, things have been pretty smooth. You have the instincts down but what you have better than anything else is the person whose eyes are looking at you two with so much adoration that you could just crumble right then and there.

“Well… Are you just going to sit there and stare at us?” you asked teasingly.

“If I could help I would angel, but pretty sure breastfeeding is going to be an ‘only you’ task” he said as he smirked. You smiled at each other and as you continued feeding your little angel you looked back at your relationship with him.

Yoon Jeonghan. Before you met him, you never had been one to settle down. You had been in relationships sure, but nothing that had lasted more than 6 months max. You always ended up realizing the person in front of you just wasn’t your forever person and you had to move on. At one point, you even considered the fact that maybe you just weren’t built for love. Well, romantic love, you knew when it came to your friends and family, you loved fiercely and unconditionally, however, when it came to romantic relationships, things just… fizzled down and you always ended up realizing you had never felt true love before.

But boy did that all change when you met him. You were crazy about him from the very beginning and you tried to keep him away to try and protect your fragile heart. But he was having none of it and kept breaking through your walls with ease and he did it consistently and with purpose, because what you didn’t know was that he had been just as crazy for you as you were for him, since the very beginning.

Five years later and looking at the little family you two have built, you find it funny how you could have ever had such ridiculous thoughts about yourself and how you could ever have doubted him.

And, at this moment, after five years of knowing Jeonghan, he still manages to surprise you with the next sentence that comes out of his mouth while staring at his perfect girls.

“So, baby, when is it my turn?” he asked with such a shit eating grin. You lifted your head and stared at him. His eyes had that familiar spark they usually have when he wants to absolutely wreck you, and he is darting his beautiful orbs between your eyes and your breasts where your baby girl is currently finishing up her meal.

Once you realize what he means, you start laughing and ask him “Do I look like an open buffet to you, Yoon Jeonghan?”

“Hmm… You do look like a five-course meal, angel” he teases.

“Wow… That was incredibly cheesy even for you, Hannie. Oof… I think you might be losing your spice, baby” you teased.

“Losing my spice, huh? Well, we’ll just see about that later tonight won’t we, angel?” he said as he crossed the room to you.

He kissed you in your temple and held your baby girls’ hand and said “When she’s done with her dinner, I’ll get her to sleep, angel. You can go and do your night time routine, yeah? Look nice and pretty for me, hmm?”

You knew exactly what he meant and you swallowed hard. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him before but also, who are you kidding? You want this as bad as he does.

Once your baby girl was done, he picked her up to have their own bonding time as he always puts it. Jeonghan is the proudest when it comes to bonding time with his daughter and he takes it very seriously. He always makes sure to be the one to get her to sleep and, on nights where he can’t be present, it always eats away at him and he feels incredibly guilty for missing out on his baby girl’s bedtime.

You go through your night routine (shower, lots of skincare, lots of hair care) and you are now standing in front of your closet wondering what kind of night this will be.

Is it a normal underwear kind of night? Is it a lingerie kind of night? Or maybe a Hannie shirt and nothing underneath kind of night? You choose the latter. From the look in his eyes earlier, this calls for the option that will make him the craziest for you, and he has always said, there’s nothing better in this world than looking at you wearing just his clothes and nothing else. A possessive little thing he is, but in the best of ways.

You go to bed waiting for him but you find yourself so tired that you start to doze off. Later, you wake up to his lips on you. He feels so warm and he is kissing you so delicately, you think you might still be dreaming.

“Sorry, angel. Baby girl took longer than usual to fall asleep. Hmm… I was just going to let you sleep but I got here and you’re in my shirt and smelling so heavenly, I couldn’t help myself” he said as he continued kissing down your neck and climbing on top of you.

“Hannie…” you moaned.

“Yeah, angel. You want me to continue or you want me to let you sleep? Your choice, baby, but choose now before I go insane” he says leaning his forehead in yours.

“Want you, Hannie. Don’t stop, please” you whispered.

He sat back on his knees and took his shirt off. You kept staring at him and wondering how you even got this fucking lucky. You’d have to pray to all the gods and the universe tomorrow.

“Angel, you can’t look at me like that. With those innocent eyes when I know that what��s going on behind them is not even close to being innocent”.

You sit up and start kissing him. Properly, taking your time. It feels like ages ago since you last just sat and kissed like this. Deeply, so profound that you forget everything else around you. You then start kissing down his neck as he starts massaging your breasts. You stop for a bit and he senses your hesitation.

“What do you think, angel? Is it my turn now?” he asks, looking you in the eyes as he keeps caressing your breast with one hand and holds your face with the other.

“What… What if it… You know… Comes out?” you asked in such a low voice you almost sounded like a scared child.

“Angel, you’re my wife. The mother of my child. You are my whole world. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is the most natural thing in the world and I want you so fucking bad. I want them” he says while massaging your breasts now with both hands.

“I want them so bad. I’ve tried hinting at it before but I didn’t know if you were ignoring it or if you weren’t getting the hint. But I want all of you. You know how sexy it is that you carried my child? That you brought our baby into this world? Fuck, everytime I think about it, it drives me fucking insane” he says while leaning his forehead in yours.

“Hmm… Mommy kink, Hannie?” you say, now smiling.

“More like a You kink, angel. Everything about You, always” and before you can tease him again about that line, he starts kissing you, taking your (well, his) shirt off of you and, in no time, you are in the position you were in when this all started.

He is kissing down your neck and his fingers are moving closer and closer to where you desperately want him to be. He kisses your chest, just below your collarbones and he starts running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck… You are so wet, angel… It seems I’m not the only one wanting to try this huh?” he says in such a cocky way. You wish you had the strength to tease him back but you are getting way too desperate for his touch.

“It’s you, Hannie… The way you talk about me… About this… Fuck, please, keep going” you are now whining and getting more and more desperate.

As he starts slowly touching your clit, he moves his mouth and his free hand to your breasts. He quickly latches his mouth on one of your nipples and starts kissing it, devouring it. He’s making such sloppy noises, if it was anyone else in the world you would be so fucking embarrased but he keeps humming and moaning as he suckles and makes out with your tit.

You find yourself getting closer and closer, the fire in your core is igniting fast, too fast for your liking.

“Hannie. Hannie. I’m.. I’m close. Slow.. Slow down, please” you pant, barely making sense. He then pushes one finger… Then a second finger into your pussy and keeps reaching into that one spot inside you that makes your mind go completely blank.

“Shhh, let go, angel. Fuck, I can feel your cunt squeezing around my fingers, you’re dripping on me. Just let go, I got you” he whispers while still latched to your nipple and staring you in the eyes.

He kept going, getting sloppier, getting louder and staring at you like you are the most precious piece of art. His fingers have set the right pace and he has his thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure. Everything sounds so filthy and it’s what pushes you over the edge with a moan of his name.

He helps you come down from your high and is now kissing you all over your face and whispering “good girl. You were so good for me. I love you so much”. When you are back down on earth, you start kissing him back and you can feel just how hard he is. It must be painful at this point. He’s practically humping you and moaning praises while kissing you. You reach down to palm him through his (still very on) pants and you start massaging his cock.

“Hannie… You’re so hard, baby. Get those clothes off and get inside me. I can’t wait anymore…” you whispered in his ear between kisses.

He groans and quickly strips down. He’s now sitting back on his heels in the bed with you between your legs and he pushes your legs open. As open as they can be and he starts staring at you while running his hand through your leg. He takes his other hand and starts stroking his cock while staring down at you.

“Fuck, angel. One of these days, you’ll kill me. Look at you, all fucked out from me sucking your tit and touching you. I’ve barely started with you and you’re already so wrecked” he keeps stroking himself and staring at you. You lick your lips and start pouting.

“Hannie… You can make yourself come on me any other day, but tonight, please, fuck me. I need you inside of me, so bad” you say in your best innocent voice that you know drives him crazy.

“You sure you’re ready for me, angel? Don’t want to overwhelm you” he says. Then two things run through your mind. One: he looks like he wants to fucking wreck you but he is still giving you the option to stop him since he knows that after the birth of your girl you both have been very careful and well, for lack of a better world, vanilla in bed due to doctor’s orders and some of your fears. And two: you are the luckiest woman alive.

“Please, Hannie. I’m ready, I’m so ready. I need you now. I need everything. I’ll give you everything” you moan while staring back at him so he knows that you fucking mean it.

He leans over you, kisses you deeply, tells you he loves you and starts rubbing the tip of his cock on your pussy. He holds your hand above your head and stares into your eyes as he pushes himself into you, finally. You’re both panting and giggling and kissing, like teenagers.

At first, he starts slow. Long, well-timed strokes. Holding your hand and your hip in position, making sure your legs stay as open as possible for him.

“Faster, Hannie. I’m not gonna break. Please” you moan.

“Hmm.. My angel wants to get fucked hard, huh? Seems like my angel is a little slut tonight, isn’t she?” he said as he started speeding up and fucking you harder and harder and you moan louder and louder.

He slaps your thigh. “I need words, slut. Fucking tell me what you want. Tell Hannie what you want”.

“Fuck… Hannie… I‘m a slut tonight. Your slut… Please…” you said, completely and already fucked out of your mind.

“Shit… That’s right… Mine… All fucking mine” he says and groans. He’s getting closer and so are you.

He removes your hand from his and grabs on to your tit while his other hand is now rubbing circles on your clit. He starts sucking on your tit that he overlooked earlier tonight and keeps massaging the other. He starts rubbing your nipple and making out with your other tit and nipple. Again, getting sloppy, making the most obscene sounds.

He senses you’re close. He knows, he can tell by the way you are moaning, by the look in your eyes and by the way your pussy is squeezing his cock. He’s not going to last much longer either, not like this and he goes in for the kill.

“Is my angel close? I know you are, I can feel it. Fuck… I’m right behind you” he speeds up, latches back on to your nipple and for the final blow, he slightly bites down on it and that’s when everything erupts. You come with a cry of his name. You’re shaking and panting and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so pure and beautiful.

He comes then with a groan and keeps whispering ‘I love you’ over and over again.

You just lay there together, you don’t know for how long. You’re holding him, one hand running through his hair and another running up and down his back. He lifts his head and looks at you. He then surprises you again with what comes out of his mouth.

“I knew you were gonna love that. You’re tits have always been so sensitive, specially your nipples, angel” he starts laughing against your neck.

“I guess it’s an open buffet after all” you said and you both burst into laughter still tangled together.

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v-ternus · 4 months

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pebis 8=D

pebis you say? boy do i got a treat for you

// The new ghoul was certainly… something, and he’s sure clueless to what he does to a certain earth ghoul //

Corruption kink, praise, size kink (if you squint) and a nice handy in the common room for you to indulge in :)

Aeon loved his new pack, loved the way they took him and Aurora in so quickly. He especially loved the way they shared parts of themselves— Rain taught him how to swim, Cumulus and Cirrus spent a day watching the sky and clouds with him, showing him how you could tell storms were coming in. Probably the most nerve wracking of all, Dew showed him how to build up the campfires when they wanted to enjoy the cooler summer nights outdoors. Fires hurt, he had murmured when his hand got a little too close to the growing flames. He got to learn the word burn that day.

Besides the accidents with fires and forgetting that he can't breathe underwater, (thanks Rain), his favorite thing was what Mountain had to show him.

He would’ve guessed that he’d show him the gardens around the abbey, or even take him for a walk through the forest that borders the land– something with his element, like the others had done. Instead, Mountain had led him into the common space one day and told him to get comfortable on the couch. He did as he was told, put himself down with his legs crossed under him and found a blanket to put down on his lap. Mountain was still in front of the TV when he heard a beep and quiet whirring.

“It’s a console,” Mountain said, and Aeon could only give him a dumbfounded look. “This one’s a PS4, Swiss has an Xbox. You play videogames on them.”

Aeon chirped, mumbled ok as Mountain started up Spiderman before handing him the controller. Mountain had shown him all the controls, taught him how to swing through New York and be the ‘friendly neighborhood Spiderman’.

Ever since that day, it's become their thing. Every Tuesday after they’ve finished their chores, they’ll play one of the handful of games that sit by the TV. Some days they pick a shooter, or maybe an RPG, sometimes even an old school player versus player. Whatever it is, Aeon always has fun, and Mountain always gets a kick out of watching his bug like eyes that stay trained on the colorful screen.

Today was no exception. Mountain already had Call of Duty started up as Aeon finished his work.

“Zombies?” Aeon asked as he walked in and dumped himself onto the free space next to Mountain on the couch. Mountain didn't answer, didn't need to. He just picked the mode and handed Aeon his controller. Their afternoons were always easy like this, with little words spoken besides when they were deciding on a game.

Besides the groaning undead and hellfire sounds of bullets and grenades, they were quiet, both lost in the world.

Until they weren't.

Between rounds, when no shots were echoing through the room, Aeon could hear it.

Mountain’s little coughs, muffled groans and heavy breaths.

“You ok Mount?” He asked before the next hoard of zombies came around, only giving a passing glance out of his peripheral. He should’ve known then, when Mountain took awhile to offer a noncommittal grunt. Yeah, —m good.

It only got worse from there. The earth ghoul seemed more and more restless with each round. He kept rearranging himself, tugging on his pants, stretching his legs.

The new ghoul had had enough. He quit the game, quickly before Mountain could realize, set his controller on the table and turned to face him.

“Come on,” he whined, drawing out the words like a child. “Tell me.”

Mountain sighed heavily as he set his controller down and rested his arms on his knees, hunching himself over the tent in his pants that’s been quickly growing ever since they started.

He keeps his eyes trained to the floor, knowing that fully taking the little ghoul in would have him aching for friction. With a wave of his hand, he finally breaks the silence, “—m hard.”

He can feel Aeon’s questioning gaze on him, like it’s burning a hole through his body. The words are too slurred, mumbled dismissively. He knows Aeon didnt hear him, so much to his dismay, he repeats himself.

“Im hard,” he says, clearly this time, finally finding the strength to look at Aeon— what a mistake. He takes in the sly tilt of his head, swallows up the look on his face. He can see the gears turning behind the soft lilac eyes that still feel like they’re staring daggers.

“Hard?”

“Hard.” Mountain mouths through gritted teeth, growing harder as the seconds go by. He’s sure he’d find a sticky mess right over his tip if he looked down.

“An erection. Stiffy. A hard on, if you will.”

The words float in the air, heard, but not understood. Once Mountain realizes, shame washes over him. Mountain shouldn't be enjoying this the way he is.

“What does it mean?” The innocence all but knocks the air out of his lungs, and so does the notion of explaining an erection. Where does he start? What words can describe it?

Oh yeah. It just happens because all I can think about is the way my fingers could touch if I grabbed you by the waist. My dick starts to ache when a sliver of your skin shows as you reach for something on the table. No biggie really.

“It uhhhhh… happens when I'm attracted to someone.” Worst fucking choice of words ever. Literally anything else would’ve been better. But he’s thinking with his other head now, there’s no room for anything more coherent— what’s said is said.

“Attracted?” Satan below this ghoul was going to kill him. He’s gotta be playing dumb, right?

“Yeah, attracted,” He tries to breathe, tries to put his urges to the side. “Means I like them.”

Aeon moves closer to Mountain, till his knees are pressed to his outer thigh. He sits back on his haunches and rests his hands palm side down on his legs. His excitement is palpable, Mountain can almost taste it.

“Does that mean you like me?” His voice pitches up, animated and fun. Mountain can only nod. He should use his words, lie and tell him no, but he cant figure out why his tongue wont move. Regardless, the answer had Aeon sporting a wide grin, he’s got pride written across his features. Mountain likes me! His inner voice cheers.

“Then I can help you, right?”

Oh the doe eyed innocence. Too kind for his own good. He shouldnt ruin him. Not like this. But he’s too sweet. Mountain has no choice, he cant help it.

“Yeah, want me to show you how?” Aeon nods enthusiastically and Mountain finally relaxes and leans back onto the couch, spreading his legs just so. His problem is obvious now, pressed up tight against the seam of his boxers, pre leaking through and darkening the light wash of his jeans. Aching to have Aeon’s pretty hands wrapped around him.

“I need help pulling it out bug,” he feigns incompetence as he stretches his arms over the arm and back of the couch.

“Undo my pants for me,” he says gently. Aeon reaches over and gets to work, moving deft fingers over stiff denim. Its weird undoing pants from this angle, and Mountain is loving the struggle.

“Pull my boxers down,” Obedient as the day he was summoned, Aeon follows. He hooks a finger under the waistband and slowly pulls down and out of the way, just enough for Mountain’s dick to spring out and curve against his stomach. The pre that smears onto his shirt is a problem for later.

Mountain finally gives himself relief, wraps his hand around the base and holds gently. It's just enough to take the edge off. He looks at Aeon who’s fixed on the way his hand holds his cock.

“Give me your hand little one,” he takes Aeon hand in his free hand and laces their fingers together, his hand almost covering Aeon’s entirely with the way its spread across the back.

“Ready?” He asks, as if Aeon is the one that needs to be ready. Mountain thinks he might cum the second he brings their hands down.

He was dangerously close to his prediction, the little warmth from his hand against his aching cock was better than he could have imagined. It had his stomach in knots faster than he’d like to admit.

Stilling himself, he drags their hands along slowly, wanting to savor each touch, twisting over the ruddy tip that’s been leaking pre.

“It’s sticky,” Aeon remarks the first time his fingers glide over Mountain’s slit. It’s cute really, the way he remarks so simply.

“Yeah bug, it’s cause you’re making it feel really good.” A pit of guilt brews in Mountain’s gut, he shouldn't be doing this, not when the ghoul is so fresh, but it’s not his fault Aeon always eyes him up. It’s certainly not his fault the little ghoul has him chubbing up in his pants whenever he’s around.

“I can do it on my own I think.” Aeon looks at Mountain with a slight smile, and Mountain answers by just taking his hands away. Wordless, easy, just like their regular Tuesday afternoons.

He watches in awe as another slight hand wraps itself around him and strokes just as slow as before. Any other day he’d be upset with the teasing, but today? He’ll let the young ghoul do as he pleases, he is just learning after all.

Unknowing as he is, he’s doing well, very well. He knows how tight to squeeze, knows that Mountain loves to have mean fingers press into the spot right under the head, as if by magic. Maybe it is, he thinks, but Mountain sets that thought aside for later.

He’s never fought this hard to not cum. He doesnt want it to be over, no matter how much he aches and throbs. The only things he lets free are the sweet sounds that are being drawn out of him. Aeon responds with hums, and before long, he’s purring, rumbling in his chest.

“Do you like touching it, little one?” He studies the focused look on Aeon’s face.

“I think so… I can feel it moving.” Moving, Mountain laughs, knowing his cock has been twitching in Aeon’s soft grip for what feels like hours. Each time he looks down, he feels himself throb with the way his hand barely covers half of his length.

“It feels very good bug. You’re doing so well, being so helpful.” He chokes on the last syllable as Aeon thumbs at the slit, letting a string of pre stretch as he pulls away. There’s more now, slick dripping down onto his pants. He could practically hear everyone’s teasing if any of them came waltzing into the common room.

Almost wetter than a water ghoul Mounty, all ‘cause the new ghoul has his hands on you.

Dirty Mountain, ruining our new summon like this. What would Papa think?”

Letting Aeon get you like this for all of us to see? Doesnt take much to undo you sprout.

The thoughts get him too close to the edge, the fire growing in his gut burning too hot. He’s not going to last much longer at this rate. His eyes drift shut as he tries to pull himself back from plummeting to his finish.

“Mount, why is it bigger?”

Oh whatever peace he found is quickly washed away. Mountain peels his head off of the couch to look at Aeon, before letting his eyes drift down.

“This…” Aeon’s voice trails off as he cups the base of Mountain’s cock where his knot is starting to form. “Bigger”

Fuck. It's not something he thought he’d ever have to say out loud. He’s not even at his fullest yet, and it's already filling Aeon’s hands. He tries to not think about how good it’ll feel when he squeezes it, but he can’t help but thrust up into the pressure that threatens to push him over the edge.

“Its my knot. Helps me stay inside, helps me stay close when I like someone.” The words arent perfect ,not by a longshot, they barely scratch the surface of what it is, but it seems good enough for Aeon who just hums as he keeps working his hands over Mountain's cock.

“Would you like to knot me?” That’s it.

“Someday little one,” he doesnt mean for it, but it comes out ragged, louder and harsher than before. He swears he sees worry, maybe even fear splash across Aeon’s face. He wears it so well.

To hell with drawing this out, he thinks, he needs to finish. Desperately wanting to paint his spend on the fingers that hold him so tenderly, he finds the words to get Aeon just how he needs him.

“Help me with this first hmm?” Aeon nods as Mountain reaches for him and gets him to straddle his legs. He wraps his hands Aeon’s and fucks into their grip, twitching as Aeon squeezes on the down strokes.

“Keep going just like that,”

“Watch it, watch how good you’re doing” He’s rambling and he doesnt care. He needs it now, worse than ever. He brings a hand up and cradles Aeon’s face, dragging his slick covered thumb across flush skin. He looks at him like he hung the stars. Mindlessly, he leans forward for a kiss, its soft and slow. He can tell Aeon doesnt know what to do, but it just makes it that much more enticing.

“Put your hands around my knot little one, hold it nice and tight for me. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try,” he mumbles against Mountain’s lips. His hands find their way around the growing base of Mountain’s dick and squeezes, just like he said. He watches as a hand keeps stroking, making wet noises as another pays special attention to the head, and before long, white ropes of Mountain’s cum coats their fingers and drips down his length

Mountain cums with a sharp breath. He’s sure he blacked out with the way his ears are ringing. As if by magic again, he can feel Aeon tightening and loosening his grip, milking him dry, making sure to get everything he has to give.

“Good boy, Aeon” he says as he throws his head back, breathless and floaty, leaving the curve of his neck open to the ghoul in his lap. Curious, Aeon drags his tongue up the damp skin and groans at the taste of Mountain. If Mountain wasn't already sitting, the feeling would've had him dropping to the floor.

“Can I taste it?” Aeon asks as he holds his messy fingers up between them, wet with pre and striped with cum.

Mountain goes stupid and gives a quick grunt. Yes please, he practically screams the words in his head. He feels his dick pitifully try and fill out again as Aeon mouths at his fingers, sucking the cum off and taking in the heady taste of Mountain.

Mountain watches as Aeon swallows him down.

“Salty”

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little-bit-of-everything-tbh · 7 months

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"Why do you hate me??"

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

author's note: not sure what this is but it came to me and it seemed cool so, here you go.

ALSO don't be shy to like or comment if you liked it, or if it should or should not have part 2. Okay now go read it bye -vee<3

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Shit! She caught me staring again...fuckfuckfuckfuck why is she getting closer FUCK! Look away! LOOK AWAY CMON IT'S NOT THAT HARD FUCKING SHIT! was what was going on inside Katsuki's head. And for a good reason too. The girl he hated (read: liked asf) was rapidly approaching him.

But...she looked...angry? Huh—

"Listen here!" She said 5 meters away from him, yelling. That caught him off guard, he's not gonna lie.

"Huh-" he tried to say something but before he could she cut him off, not only with words but by getting in his face too.

"I don't know what you got going on inside your little head, but if you think you can just stare like you wanna start a fight at me, or even my friends we're gonna have a problem buddy" she was now doing that thing where you put your point finger against someone chest while yelling at them.

Katsuki could barely get what was happening, with her being this close to him, he was starting to blush and was flustered. He doesn't know what is this supposed to mean because he never expirienced this in his 17 years of life. Is he going to get sick? What was going on??

"Hello??? Are you even listening or are you really that much of a jerk everybody's talking you are?" She looked at him wide eye waiting for his answer.

When she noticed his reddening in face, she misunderstood it, and thought he was getting angry and wanted to yell but was holding back.

"Don't hold back on me! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight!" She yelled.

He was blown. He didn't know what to say. She just looked so...hot, all angry. A stark contrast to her faint smiles at lunch with her friends, or when she did silly things while thinking nobody was watching her, but what can he do when he literally lives two houses apart hers, so he has to go behind her because he doesn't wanna talk to her(he's scared)?

"Hun, let's just go, you won't get anywhere with this..." her best friend tried to stop potential fight.

"NO! He's being an absolute asshole, and a total bitch! Why is he always acting like he's better! You LITERALLY told me people were scared of him. WHY? He can't even answer my questions..." She rolled her eyes at last sentence and just turned around.

"Forget this shit. When you're actually not being a total pussy, contact me to solve this once and for all." She looked at him over her shoulder and then walked away with her friends.

What. The. Actual. FUCK?

The group of people cleared pretty fast, due to Katsuki's "angry" appearance, scared a little.

While he just stood there.

"Hey bro, what was that all about?" Ejirou Kirishima, his best friend approached asking worried what his best friend might have done now.

"Ejirou...I think I'm in love" Katsuki said, out of breath, not even knowing how, or why those words came out.

"...well I called it"

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki grumbled while those two walked to arcade to have a serious talk about what next step is.

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imnotasuperhero · 6 months

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Shelter my soul with your love.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: The absence of the love of your life had you holding onto her sweater for dear life. And as the weeks passed by and her scent started to fade away, you started to feel the dread of losing her at the time that same sweater became your life support.

A/N: DAY 20 OF PROMPTOBER IT'S HERE! This is a continuation of Couldn't stop this if we wanted to, like I promised. Could've posted this on Saturday, but an impromptu chapter of Sweet Blessing took my inspiration away. Lol. Hope you enjoy this thing and your tears are plenty.

As your fingers played with the hem of the cozy sweater, you couldn't hold back your mind from going to the past, where better times we lived. A time when you were allowed to see her, where you could hold her and tell her all the things you felt inside.

A better time when you felt complete because you had her.

Now, all you had was this sweater that held the last remains of her. All you had now were the memories and the tears that you were left with.

Nowadays, you were just a shell of what you used to be, and the only comfort you could feel was when holding onto every single trace Wanda has left behind for you to remember her.

Funny how life can take things from you out of the blue. No matter how happy they make you or how invested you are, apparently, when a door closes, it can be right in your nose.

Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, you made yourself smaller on the couch, allowing Wanda’s almost-faded scent that impregnated the fluffy sweater you religiously wore to engulf you, taking your soul to a sunny day in the park with your beloved’s company.

If only you could revive those impromptu dates.

Your apartment had been abandoned long ago, having settled camp at the massive compound in hopes of easing your pain. But even though most days you made it through the day in a relatively acceptable mood, some days were like a plumb blanket had been placed over you, making it impossible for you to get out of bed, turning the way to your job into utter torture.

Brushing away the never-ending tears, you decided to have some mercy on your rumbling stomach and quickly fixed yourself a simple sandwich since it was a Friday. The week had been full of work, leaving you drained physically and mentally.

“Miss Stark, your vitals are getting agitated. May I check them quickly?” The AI broke the silence, making you work on your breathing.

The lump in your throat had messed with the small bite you just swallowed, making it hard to pass the food.

“‘S okay,” you answered as you chugged a glass of water, fist gripping tightly at the corners of the sink.

You hated eating when you’ve been crying, and you should’ve known better.

The tears falling down your eyes for another different reason than before had you working on your breathing, matching every exhalation with a failed attempt to swallow the bolus trapped in your throat.

Once you finally achieved your task, you filled the glass with water, almost throwing the discarded sandwich on the fridge, before you made your way to Wanda’s bed. The need to just sleep your life away was stronger than any TV show or movie on your current list.

You didn’t like this new empty person you had become. But the sorrow and longing and… torture you experienced had you with nothing but just the needed strength to breathe. So working on your inner growth and that bullshit was not possible at this time. And frankly, you weren’t desperate to get any better, for her absence had ripped your will of living away.

If only you had a grave to cry her on.

Wanda’s ghost following you everywhere was the only thing that had you moving. But as time passed and her body wasn’t around, her smell kept fading away, making it harder and harder to breathe. It was as if your own life had started to leave your body painfully slowly.

So in an attempt to keep her looming presence, you didn’t take off her sweater. Instead, you just laid down on her pillow before covering yourself tightly with the covers, breathing in as much of her aroma to keep you warm as you silently prayed for this agony to end. Once and for all.

“Detka,” her voice, as clear as day, sent shivers down your spine.

“Wands? Wands, where are you?” You cried, the sorrow engulfing you like a cocoon. “Please, I need you.”

Standing there in the middle of nowhere, with the big tall trees surrounding you, the anxiety started to eat you from the inside out.

“Detka,” Wanda’s voice called again and you couldn’t help the choking, feeling your knees collide against the dirty grass at the confusion.

Her voice was way too clear for it to be a result of your imagination.

“Detka,” you felt her hand cup your left cheek and you couldn’t help breaking down completely at the way-too-real feeling. “Baby, I’m here.”

“Wanda,” you cried louder, leaning your head on her hand, “I can’t see you. Please, take me with you,” you begged as your hand placed over your left cheek, choking on the brutal sob that escaped you when you didn’t find her hand there. “I don’t wanna live without you,” you begged, feeling your insides tear apart at the phantom of her.

“Y/N, I am here, my love.” despite the security in her voice, the fact that her touch was only vivid in your imagination had your lungs fighting for a single bit of oxygen.

“Wanda, I’m begging you. I don’t wanna be without you anymore,” your labored breaths sent a painful throb to your head.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” You felt Wanda’s lips against your lips for a few seconds too long before she connected your foreheads.

Jolting awake, your eyes blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the dim lights, making sense of the body against you.

“Detka,”

Looking up, a heart-wrenching cry ricocheted through the room as you launched yourself into those pair of arms you’ve dreamed of for the last 2 months.

Feeling her warmth engulf you, Wanda kissed the top of your head. “I am here, my love.” She only tightened her grip around you, providing you the comfort and the time to calm yourself as she cooed against your hair, rocking you both. “I am here,”

Once your breath returned to normal, you broke the hug to look at her face, choking on a new wave of tears as you cupped her cheeks, looking into those forest green eyes you had missed oh, so much.

“You’re alive,” you cried.

“I am alive, Y/N,” she smiled tearfully, allowing your eyes to scan her face.

Choking on a sob, you launched at her once again, placing your weight on hers as you peppered her face with sloppy kisses as if trying to show her the unconditional love you held for her.

Pausing for a moment, your eyes locked with hers and you felt your heart squeeze in pain at seeing the tears running down her face.

But instead of speaking the words on the tip of your tongue, you joined your lips together, pouring in the kiss every single ounce of devotion you held for her, sighing deeply as your lips danced to a well-known melody at the time your soul eased the suffering away.

“I don’t wanna live without you,” you spoke against her lips, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“I’ll never leave you again,” Wanda’s voice was so intimate you felt a chill run down your spine.

“I love you,” you vowed, sighing in the kiss Wanda just started.

“I love you too, Detka,” the brunette kissed your nose before carefully pushing away. But before you could protest, your eyes scrutinized her movements as she started to undress until she was only in her underwear to do the same with you after, crawling under the covers as she opened her arms in a silent invitation.

Smiling, you cuddled against her front, basking in her half-naked body against yours.

As her scent filled your nostrils, you thanked the fluffy sweater discarded on the floor for keeping you company all this time, making a mental note to have Wanda wear it every day for when she had to go away in her missions. And for your dad to design a device to give you constant information on her vitals.

“You’re thinking too loud,” Wanda spoke against your head.

“I’m not sorry,” you placed a tender kiss on her chest, right where the origami raven was resting, before you looked up, smiling sheepishly.

“I’m in love with you,” she smiled before she kissed you, squishing your body once in the hug before her hand started to run up and down your spine in lazy caresses. “I’ll always be with you, like I know you’ll always be with me. Whereve I go.”

“Marry me,” you pouted, fighting the smile at Wanda’s soft giggles.

“Make it right.” She clicked her tongue.

“Game on, Witchy,” you pecked her lips before you cuddled impossibly closer against her soft skin.

Giving up to the mental exhaustion you’ve been under, you allowed Wanda’s presence to lull you to sleep, knowing she was alive, by your side.

The strong, calm thudding of her heart provided you the comfort you needed, like a silky veil against your scarred soul.

With the last ounce of consciousness you had, you thanked whoever was out there for returning her to you, making a silent promise never to lose faith again.

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thefact0rygirl · 1 year

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carved out of stone

joel miller x fem!reader

Premise: The way you fuck is a reflection of the world around you — rough and hard. Joel is determined to show you what it means to be gentle.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: descriptions of rough sex, biting, bruises, penetrative (p in v), oral (f receiving), passionate sex, lots of emotion, creampie

The way you fuck is a reflection of the world around you.

Hard, rough, and chaotic.

Whatever the world took from you, it returned with cruelty. There isn’t any softness left, at least not enough to stamp out the desolation. Gentleness is a reckless act when the world is set to kill. It’s a wild risk, one you aren’t willing to take.

Joel can't blame you. He isn’t exactly preaching peace and love, but you…

You grind against him hard enough to make him flinch, dig your nails into his back until you draw blood, you suck until pools of broken blood vessels litter his neck and chest. Whether you’re on your knees with your ass in the air or taunting him until he shoves you against a wall, you’re always searching for more.

Faster, sharper, rougher.

He gets it. He doesn’t do kind, but sometimes he can’t tell if the noises coming out of you are from pleasure or pain. He doesn’t want to hurt you either — he may be tough, but he isn’t cruel — but you never tell him to stop. You demand it. More shoves, more thrusts, more bruises. It’s the only way you seem to be satisfied.

It's easy for him to get dragged into your ruthless wake. You push and jab at his cold exterior until he responds with his own snarls, fucking you with as much catastrophe as 2003. It’s been so long since Joel let himself get wrapped up in another person’s body like this, and truth be told, he needs it just as much as you need it.

It takes him a month of bruising touches and slapping skin to realize that maybe this is the only way you know how to do it.

You are fury and power presenting as flashing eyes and tight muscles. Any time he tries to go slow or be gentle — shit, not even gentle just light enough to not require a first aid kit — you look at him like he’s speaking another language. It's the same look you gave him at Bill and Frank’s house.

“Leave it alone.”

The piano lid slams down in a shriek of out-of-tune keys. You whirl around, eyes wide and mouth open like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Good. He saw the way you were eyeing the piano when you arrived.

You huff, placing your hands on your hips. “Why? It’s not like they’re going to use it.”

“No.”

If this were a cartoon, there would be a rising red line washing over you with flashing warning lights around you. Your annoyance is building. Pressing your lips into a tight line, you try to reason with him. “The strings are steel and copper. High quality too. We could use them.”

He knows you’re right. Raiders will eventually break through the gates and strip the house of all its worth. It's only a matter of time, but he'll be damned if it happens on his watch. Not here. Not this home.

"No."

Your nostrils flare, teeth grinding as you grit out, "It's gonna happen any— "

“It's not up for debate. Go shower and stay the fuck away from that piano."

It's not that you're unnecessarily cruel or heartless. You have a heart, it's just carved out of stone. The Cordyceps buried you in a steel wool blanket, swaddled you until you found comfort in pain. This started as way for both of you to thread anger and loneliness into satisfying primal needs. Gentleness was never included.

When he leans in to trail soft kisses down your neck, you retaliate with a snarl and shove. If he tries to hold you close, you claw at his back like a cornered animal.

It isn't until one night in Jackson when the chance at something less intense presents itself. He has you pinned to the mattress, his hips digging into your own as he traps your arms to your side. He doesn't say anything, only watches you from above and wonders...

His silence makes you hiss, “What?”

Remaining silent, he leans down to nudge the tip of his nose against yours in forewarning. Maybe you'll get the hint. He gets as close as resting his lips against yours before you bare your teeth.

“No,” He grunts, pushing away. “No biting.”

You roll your eyes, but comply. This is a game you’ve played before. Joel tries to be sweet, kiss you, caress you, make you feel all lovey dovey until his patience dries up and he fucks you against the nearest surface.

Only this time your wary look doesn't deter him. He risks moving a hand up to trace your bottom lip, a delicate touch you barely register through your haze of lust.

“What are you—?” You trail off as he presses his lips to the side of your mouth. Your shallow breathes tickle his ear, your body stiff under his mouth. He kisses you again, following the line of your jaw until he stops at the sensitive spot under your ear.

“Do you trust me?” He murmurs, lips hovering over your ear as you let out a frustrated huff of breath.

“Yeah, but what the fuck…” The slow, deliberate press of lips inching down your neck flusters you. They feel so...kind. Like liquid sunlight seeping into your pores. The only roughness is from his stubble and chapped lips.

He stops when he sees the constellation of discoloration and bite marks littering your skin. They’re taunting him, laughing at his attempt at softness. He retaliates with a long, slow lick.

“Joel,” His name comes out a whisper of a breath this time. When he pulls away to meet your gaze, your expression is one of confusion. His gentleness leaves you entirely unprepared. You shouldn't be relaxing like this.

“S’okay,” His thumb traces the hollow bags underneath your eyes. “D’you want me to let up?”

Your brows wrinkle as if it’s a trick question. The tips of his fingers continue to stroke your cheek. Your answer is a snort of frustration, paired with a forceful twist of your body as you glare something nasty at him. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I will. We’ll get there."

The joint in your temple bulges against his palm, "Then hurry up.”

"Yes ma'am." He mutters, not wasting a moment to lean down. You two often end up closer to chewing than kissing, but now it's slower. No bites, no blood, no clanking teeth. Your lips move tentatively against his as if you’re learning how to do it all over again. It's hot and slow, his stubble scratching against your cheek as you start to feel less like a steel cable ready to snap.

Good. That's good.

Joel takes your relaxing muscles as a sign to lift his weight off of you. Readjusting, he presses his mouth to the space between your breasts to be rewarded with a tiny, high moan that makes you shudder.

“You’re shaking,” He whispers. “D’you wanna stop?”

You shake your head no, eyes shut with your lips parted for raw breathing sounds to escape.

“Hey. Look at me, baby," He's expecting it to take more for you to open your eyes, but they shoot open almost immediately like you've been electrocuted.

“‘Y gotta use your words. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Keep going. It’s just…different.”

“I know, but I won’t hurt you. Promise.”

You nod an okay before he kisses the space between your breasts one final time before moving on to nuzzle your breast, his hot breath fanning over your nipple. It grants him a little moan from you and, fuck, he wants to hear that again. He wants to find all your tender spots hidden between the steel and fire.

You straight up whimper when his mouth closes over a nipple with a wet press of lips and a teasing tongue. As he starts to suck, his arms shift so he is closer to holding you than pinning you down. He's slow, leaving open the opportunity for you to pull his hand away as his hands skim your sides, following the curves of your thighs before settling along the softness of your belly.

But you never do, not even when his fingers brush along the waistband of your underwear.

“Can I taste you?” He’s tentative, attempting to keep his breathing even despite his cock getting distractingly hard.

“Y—Yeah. Want your mouth on me.”

“Okay, I’ve got you.”

He takes his goddamn time, too, starting another wet trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands massaging the warm skin of your thighs, coaxing them open for him. You comply, but not without trying to push your cunt towards his face. He pushes down on your hips, keeping them flush against the bed.

“Stay still.”

If it were like any other night you would have pulled him by the hair down to your cunt. But tonight isn’t another blazing fire of barred teeth and bruising touches. You concede, lifting your hips to help him slide your underwear off as a show of good faith.

“You…Joel…” You can’t hold onto his name, it keeps darting away as he settles between your legs. Using his hands to spread you wide open, he dips down so he is close enough to smell your wetness, but far enough away that he can still hold your gaze.

You’ve seen men look at you with awe, with terror, and some with a kind of possessiveness that has you reaching for a weapon, but never the way Joel is looking at you now. He’s studying you, like he can’t quite understand how he’s earned your trust.

“You’re so—” He begins slow and slurring because he can't find the right words to say.

“What?” It comes out a challenge, if only because you don’t know what to do with the way he’s looking at you. It’s unsettling, something new. You hope he looks at you like that again.

The bite in your voice makes him smile. He shakes his head, letting the scratch of his beard rub against the inside of your thigh before running a hot drag of his tongue against your cunt.

You moan louder than expected, embarrassment making you snap your eyes shut. He builds you up slowly, his tongue finding spots the send shocks of pleasure through you, keeping you on edge as you open yourself up to him. He wants you to melt for him, drip like warm honey. No more of this shattering to a million pieces bullshit, he wants you to know how else it can feel.

And the sound you make when his finger nudges into your wetness —

Fuck.

He’s made you come plenty of times while buried inside of you, but there’s something about watching you fall apart with his mouth on your cunt that is just unbearably hot. He can feel his cock leaking a small puddle of precum on the sheets.

“I’m so close,” You whine his name, eyes shut so tightly he’s worried you’ll never open them again.

“C’mon, baby. Open your eyes. Let me see you.” He whispers, the caress of his fingers as tender as his voice. He’s desperate, adding another finger to coax you to look at him.

When you do, you look completely disarmed as you pant.

“What do you need, baby?” He coos your name, his words punctuated by the wet sounds of his moving fingers. “'Y want me to stop?”

“Don't you fucking dare, Miller.”

He returns to wrap his lips around your clit. He sucks tenderly, intimately, a contrast to the bitterness around you. This time you don’t shut your eyes, you watch him with as much conviction as he is watching you.

When you come, it's a gasp that swallows you up from the inside before it has a chance to escape. His eyes never leave your face, watching as your lips tremble in silence as your cunt grinds against his face.

His face is a mess too when he comes up, pressing his body against yours until his hard cock is leaking against your bellies. He is half expecting you to knock him on his back and climb on top, pin his arms to his sides as retribution for his little stunt.

But you surprise him when you curl around him, pushing your head up to find his lips. There is something weirdly hot about your wetness smearing and transferring from his beard to your chin only for Joel to dip down and lick your face clean. Or maybe it's the way you seek comfort in his embrace. It's hard for him to tell with how hard he is. He's sure he'll come on your stomach any second when you’re breathing, “Get inside me,” between kisses.

“We don’t have to,” His words clipped, his attention focused on not blowing his load.

“Now, Joel!” You groan, desperate and bratty as you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Not gonna last long,” A weak argument when he's reaching between you to grab his cock.

“Don’t care. I need you." You breathe. Plead.

For a heartbeat, he stills, giving you the chance to back out even as you reach down to his hand, your knuckles bumping as you guide him to run his cock along your slit.

“D’you really want this?” It's his turn to sound bewildered, a silent question in his words that makes the air heavy: can I show you softness?

"Yes," You reply, shifting when you feel the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. Your hand lets go of his, moving it up to wrap around his neck. "I want you."

His gaze keeps hold of yours with an intensity you can practically taste as he pushes in. You moan at the steady rock of his hips, each thrust bringing him a little deeper until he’s bottomed out inside you.

This is...new.

Slow and tender, it leaves you exposed to his adoration. You hide away into his neck, his heartbeat thumping against your ear as he reels his hips back, pulling out until only the head of his cock remains before burying himself back in one fluid thrust. Heat rises through your body, warming you up until you're melting. Your hands wrap around him tightly, scared you'll melt right through the mattress.

"Good. You're doing so good for me."

This is the first time you truly feel each other. It isn't some ambiguous tight pressure; you actually feel every vein of his cock pushing against your heat. Again and again, he rocks inside of you like there is nothing else left but you.

"Tell me," He grunts, his Adam's apple bobbing against your temple, "Tell me how it feels."

"F—feels so fucking good — oh, fuck — I need to—" Your words slip off your tongue, dissolving on his warm body. Struggling, you instead pull him forward until your lips are slotted against his. It's not even a kiss, just lips pressed against one another. Connected.

For as unnerving as this is, you don't want it to stop.

Joel’s throaty voice crooning the sweetest words, him thrusting until pleasure grows alongside blooming release. You want to freeze this moment in time, put it into one of those little snow globes you collected as a kid, save it forever.

You don’t expect to come again, but then his thumb presses down on your oversensitive clit until everything builds back up again.

"Give me one more. C'mon, baby, squeeze me. Come for me."

It isn't long until the jagged hot climax sparks up your spine, your muscles clenching down around him as you cry out his name. You’re still simmering in the afterglow, your blood boiling like you're laying on top of a bed of embers. Joel finds his own release soon after, your name heavy in his mouth as his cock throbs sticky pulses of cum inside you.

Using his last bit of energy, he pulls you on top of him as he falls back onto the bed, his softening cock is still buried inside your cunt. He's not young anymore, he's not about the get hard again but he still stays buried inside of you, if only to feel closer to you.

Your face is still pressed against the side of his neck when he feels an odd wetness there. He's about to mumble your name when your next breath is a shaky sob. You try to control it, hold your breath only to hiccup from the pressure in your throat.

"Shit, sorry," You choke, tears smearing against his neck. "Don't know why—"

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed —"

"No," You cry out, your hands gripping his arms hard. "It's not that. I liked it, I'm just...Fuck..."

"S' okay. I got you." He nods, his arms heavy as he holds you closer to him.

You’re digging your nails into his arms again, but this time he doesn’t mind.

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graveyardgang · 4 days

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baby’s first sbg fic is out!

Summary —

Aiden changed the chat name from History Group to Monster Mashers

Aiden

Viola! I figured we deserve a cool name 😎 😈💥

No that’s terrible.

Aiden

*brilliant 🤩

You? Brilliant? Ha ha ha ha

Tay

guys they’re mean flirting again 😒

Ash

I’d say let them be but the name truly is terrible and we need to change it asap before Aiden makes it stick

Group chat shenanigans with our favorite gang of traumatized teens.

#sbg #school bus graveyard #sbg fic #school bus graveyard fic #sbg (webtoon)#go give it some love lol #it’s short and has no update schedule but i think it’s silly and fun #vee writes #my writing

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 2 days

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April Drabbles - 24/31

Prompt: Clouds

Featuring: Gojo X Fem!Reader X Geto (implied poly)

You lay on the grass with Geto and Gojo, enjoying the light breeze. It was a surprisingly calm day, the three of you staring up at the sky, watching the clouds go by.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just stay like this forever?” you sigh out loud.

Geto snuggles closer into your side in response and Gojo lazily opens a piercing blue eye, looking up at you, his head comfortably nestled on your belly.

You gently stroke Gojo’s hair and put an arm around Geto, feeling the need to be closer to both of them. They were your world.

April 2024 Drabbles Masterlist

divider by @/ saradika prompts by @/ creativepromptsforwriting

#gojo satorou #geto suguru #gojo satoru x reader #suguru geto x reader #satosugu #poly #gojo x reader x geto #gojo satoru fluff #geto sugru fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #a drabble a day keeps the writers block away #april drabbles #april prompts #vee writes

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radicallxser · 7 months

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Miguel being overprotective with pregnant reader?

a/n: thanks for the request! i didn't know if you wanted a onseshot or headcanons so i kinda did both. also i used google translate bc i don't speak spanish

Miguel with a Pregnant Reader

NFWMB

Hozier

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-protective asf

-especially later into the pregnancy

-like one time you were walking around and some lady accidentally elbowed your belly and before she could open her mouth to apologize, this mf GROWLS

-refuses to let you do anything

-cooking? dinner's already done. cleaning? the apartment is spotless

-even reaching for the remote, he's already got the exact show you wanted to watch on the screen and he brought snacks

-he knew somehow before you even took a test

-idk, spider senses or something

-he holds you super close even when you're home

-his body is curled protectively around you in bed, and he stands right behind you when you go out

-scary dog privileges fr

-no one asks any questions except for the doctors, all whom miguel hand picked himself

-always ready to go on midnight runs for whatever thing you're craving

-will rub anywhere on your body that is sore and this mf can massage like no other

-after doctor's appointments he gets so touchy

-like he needs to comfort you even though nothing hurt that much

"Miguel, it's not that important. It can wait 'til the morning", you hold his arm, trying to convince him to just lay back down with you.

His frown deepens as he looks down at it.

"It is important, amor. You said you were hungry."

"Migs, snacks aren't that important. I'd rather you just keep holding me."

He looks conflicted, then sigh. He sets his hands on your round little belly, humming slightly.

"Mm, tu mami está siendo tan mala conmigo, cariño", he whispers to the bump like you won't hear.

"I literally wouldn't let you go get me some snacks because it's almost midnight."

He flicks his eyes up to you, looking far too serious for the situation.

"Fine. At least let me rub your back, mami."

You roll your eyes.

"You're impossible."

#miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel O'hara x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #spiderman atsv x reader #atsv x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv x reader #vee writes

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orwocolor · 2 years

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let me show you how beautiful you are

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 12.9k

Warnings: Smut, Language, Body Image Issues (18+ ONLY)

Summary: You were really looking forward to tonight although you still couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that you and Eddie Munson were supposed to go to the prom. Together! But when you realise your dress no longer fits and you break down in tears, he’s there to comfort you in every way he can.

Author’s Note: The long-awaited hurt/comfort smut fic is finally here! I hope you’ll like it :)

the gif is mine

A ringing of a doorbell jars you from your thoughts and your eyes dart to the clock hanging above the fridge.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You rush to the door and start talking even before the tips of your fingers make contact with the handle.

“Shit, Eddie I’m so sorry, just give me five minutes and I’m ready to g–” You swing open the door and cut yourself short, absolutely stunned by the man that’s standing in front of you.

When you asked Eddie to go to the senior prom with you, you weren’t entirely serious. Yes, the thought of you two dancing under a disco ball, spiking the punch with something stronger and making out on the bleachers had made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat on several occasions, but it was an image that seemed to take up residence in your fantasies rather than to become a reality. So, when he accepted your offer in an instant, you were genuinely surprised and didn’t quite believe it. Nevertheless, the shock you felt when he said ‘yes’ could hardly be matched by your current astonishment.

Standing in the doorway, frozen to the spot and without uttering a single word, you can’t help but stare. Your mouth slightly agape, your eyes roam his form as you take him all in, absolutely stunned by the transformation.

For tonight, Eddie has abandoned his favourite ripped jeans, the Hellfire Club t-shirt and other band tees, the leather jacket and the denim vest. Instead, the man standing at your doorstep is wearing a pair of black formal trousers, a clean white shirt with several buttons at the top undone, and a red suit jacket. The latter strikes you as slightly oversized and it crosses your mind that he must have probably borrowed it. To compensate for the incongruity, he’s rolled up the sleeves, revealing his beautiful tattoos in the process.

Although the attire itself is very formal, it is the details like these that still make him look so much like your most beloved Eddie. The mop of his curls is as unruly as always, he has an old pair of white sneakers on his feet and the usual rings adorn his fingers; he’s even added a metal skull pin to one of the lapels of his jacket to complement the look.

“Wow,” is the only thing you manage to finally stammer out and you snap your jaw shut, realising how dumbfounded you must look.

“Thanks,” he answers sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shifting uneasily under the pressure of your gaze.

Realising your indiscretion, you avert your eyes and cast them down as a flush of warmth creeps up your face, matching the pink blush that graces his cheeks. Once you’ve redirected your attention to your feet, Eddie clears his throat and gives you an amused look when he leans over to catch your gaze.

“You know,” he starts and a smile tugs at your lips as his voice finds the distinctive strength again, resonating on the front porch of your home, “you look pretty amazing yourself, really! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently? Absolutely mind-blowing!” He brings his hands to his head and makes an explosion gesture with his fingers, shooting you a grin, “But! I’m not entirely sure Principal Higgins will let us in tonight, considering this,” he points to your bathrobe and slippers, “probably doesn’t quite fit the dress code.”

“Oh, shit! Right! I’m so sorry, Eddie! I have no idea what happened, I completely lost track of time. But I’ll be ready in five, come in!”

Not waiting for him to catch up, you race up the stairs, skipping every other step, and Eddie crosses the threshold, carefully closing the door behind him. For a short while, he hangs at the entrance, unsure whether he should follow or stay, but you’ve left the bedroom door open and it seems like a good enough invitation. Who was he kidding; he would lie if he said he wasn’t curious to see what secrets your bedroom has been hiding this whole time. When he reaches the landing, he looks around first to make sure your parents are not home. Once he's satisfied to note that they’re nowhere in sight, he clasps his hands behind his back and glances through your bedroom door.

The view he’s met with puts a big smile on his face.

At first sight, the bedroom looks like any other senior high school student’s room. The striped wallpaper is barely visible from underneath a bunch of posters, there are piles of textbooks and papers on your desk and every surface is covered in various knick-knacks with several plushies scattered around the room. He carefully scans the surroundings, and his smile widens. He spots your favourite book on the bedside table, the paperback cover bruised and tattered from being read so many times. He knows that if he opened it on a random page, he would find comments in your handwriting scribbled in the margins. There are also headphones and several cassettes lying on your bedspread, and he itches to see what you’ve been listening to lately. His gaze drops to the floor and lands on your backpack from which several colourful sticky notes are poking out. When you first met in English class and you took a seat right next to him, he was making fun of you because of them. Truth be told, it wasn’t the best conversation starter but it helped to break the ice, so it wasn’t the worst either. And if he were honest, he soon found them rather adorable and asked you for some on several occasions.

He smiles and shakes his head at the memory but it’s when he squints his eyes and inches closer to your desk that his face starts practically beaming as he recognises the things pinned up to a corkboard. There’s a dark red paper rose that he won for you at a spring fair, movie tickets from your dates, and a flyer for a gig that Corroded Coffin played and he’s sure it’s for the very first concert that you attended.

His expression softens when he notices several photographs. There are a few with only him in them, one of him blowing a raspberry at you when he noticed you taking his photo, one of him playing his guitar in the living room of the Munson’s trailer, and one that takes him a moment to place. Based on the colourful lights, you must have taken it during one of the D&D sessions when he was so immersed in the role of the dungeon master that he didn’t notice you sneakily snapping it.

But there are more pictures. In those you’re there with him, both of you grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks pressed together. The photographs are blurry and have most likely very little artistic value and yet, they’re the most beautiful pictures that he has ever seen.

Eddie wants to tell you so and spins around, just for his eyes to land on you scrabbling in your wardrobe and forcing a mass of clothes to be pushed away so that you can grab a white garment bag from the very back, and he chuckles.

The sound startles you slightly and you speed up in your efforts.

“Five minutes max, I promise! I’m basically ready but I was worried I would spill something on the dress so I didn’t want to put it on right away, but then I got distracted by that assignment we’re handing in on Monday and then it was too late and–” you keep on rambling, your voice accompanied by hangers scraping against the closet rod, “–yeah so that’s how I ended up just in my bathrobe, sorry.” You finally free the prom dress from your wardrobe and turn around to catch Eddie propped up on your desk, his fingers dancing around the edge of the flat surface and an amused look painted over his face.

“No need to apologise, darling,” he grins and tilts his head.

“Although,” you start again, “come to think of it, wouldn’t an attire that’s against the convention be something for Eddie Munson to appreciate? You know, being a non-conformist and all?” You throw him a wink and dive back into the closet to fish for your shoes.

“Oh honey, I do appreciate that. Very much so,” he stresses out and wets his lips at the sight of you bending down into the closet in only your bathrobe. “But when things matter, the trick is to know where the line is and then hang at the very edge. It’s like playing with fire but not actually burning yourself, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you say and give him an earnest smile, your heart skipping a beat at the notion that Eddie considers tonight important as well.

After a few moments of rummaging, you announce victoriously, “Got them!” and emerge from the closet. “Like I said, five minutes max!” you promise again as you throw the garment bag over your arm and clutch the shoes to your chest. When you pass Eddie on your way to the bathroom where you intend to change, you stroke his arm gently, no longer able to resist at least a brief moment of contact.

Grasping your wrist, Eddie stops you in your tracks and pulls you closer, his eyes raking all over you and settling on your mouth. He presses your body to his side and places a soft kiss on your lips. It seems like the necessity to hold and touch each other is rather contagious, but you’re certainly not complaining as the familiar taste of his lips enthrals your senses.

With a smile, he murmurs, “Hi, by the way,” into the air where your breaths mingle, and you huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with amusement.

“Hello,” you greet him as well, your grin not faltering even when your mouths meet again. “Five minutes,” you whisper when you eventually break apart, and you scurry off to the bathroom.

A gentle smile is playing on your lips when you enter the bathroom and it remains there until you open the garment bag, shed your bathrobe, which leaves you clothed in only your bra and knickers, and step into the dark blue satin of your prom dress.

You start tugging the fabric up the length of your body and at that moment, the smile freezes on your face in a fearful grimace and a cold sweat breaks out on your skin.

No, no, no, no, come on, no, no, not now.

Your pulse quickens and you feel panic rising in your core, your chest heaving rapidly.

Please no, not today.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing your racing heart to slow down, and after a few moments, you find the courage to continue in your efforts, your jaw clenched and palms clammy as the dress starts precariously stretching in its seams.

Despite your trembling fingers, you manage to force the fabric past your hips and up to your waist, but the momentary relief that washes over you is short-lived. It is the point when you slide your arms into the balloon sleeves, pull the bodice up your torso and see how pointless everything was as there is no chance of you zippering up the dress, that extinguishes the very last glimmer of hope. Instead, you feel yourself spiralling down to the bottom of a hostile pit of darkness that poisons your heart.

As your shoulders slump under the weight of the realisation, the sleeves of the dress fall to your elbows and a ragged breath leaves your throat.

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, and it triggers feelings that you thought were buried deep inside you. Tears start welling in your eyes as in the harsh light of the late afternoon sun that pours through soft sheer curtains you’re compelled to face the image in front of you. Every curve and every bump is on display, emphasised by the tight dress.

No longer able to stand the sight, you avert your eyes, losing the last shreds of strength. You sink to your knees, the sea of dark blue satin pooling around your shaking body as you choke out a desperate, hitched sob.

Eddie has been carefully inspecting the cassette boxes that he spotted earlier on your bed when he hears the sound. His forehead wrinkles in confusion and his head turns in the direction of the noise, but no matter how much he pricks up his ears, the hallway offers only silence in return. Hesitantly, he shifts his focus back to the cassettes in his hands only for them to slip from his grasp onto the bed the moment he gets startled when the echo of the sound returns.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath and a pang of worry starts to gnaw on his insides as he leaves your room and ventures down the hall towards the bathroom from which the sounds are coming.

He calls out your name and knocks on the door, but you’re too lost in your whirling thoughts that do nothing but torture.

The bathroom door opens a crack and Eddie sucks in an alarmed breath as his eyes find you on the floor.

“Fuck, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” He’s at your side in an instant, cradling your cheeks in his palms and the fear in his eyes causes another wave of guilt to wash over you, setting off a new fit of cries.

“I…I–I can’t put on the dress,” you croak out eventually and another sob escapes your mouth.

“Do you need me to help you? I can–”

“No,” you cut him off and burrow your face into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears as you search for a smidge of courage to admit the truth. His palm finds the bare skin of your back and he rubs it gently to soothe your inner turmoil, even though he’s clueless as to the cause of it.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says, the reassuring tone of his voice tinged with slight panic.

Not entirely sure what else to say, Eddie wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. He rocks with you from side to side and softly hums a tune you can’t quite place. You think of how exposed and vulnerable you feel, how you’re letting him see the side of you that up until this moment remained concealed. And yet, no matter how hard it is to navigate through the vortex of your overpowering emotions that make your head throb and your eyes burn with tears, you recognise the feelings of safety and finding home as Eddie holds you close.

But the comfort those feelings bring is not enough to stifle the despair rooted deep in your stomach and a shiver runs down your spine.

“What’s going on? Tell me,” he whispers into your hair as his hand squeezes your shoulder and he draws you near. He waits patiently for you to take several deep breaths and calm down, his scent and the tender touch providing the very much needed tether to help you regain bits of your composure.

“I can’t put on the dress,” you slowly repeat your words between hiccups, each syllable sticking to your tongue, making it difficult to speak, “I must have gained weight and the dress is too small. No, wait,” you chuckle darkly through your tears and shake your head, “the dress is fine, it’s just me who’s too…”

You can’t finish the sentence and your voice breaks. Several words rush through your brain, terrible, vicious, painful words that you’re too scared to say out loud, certain that once you breathe life into them, they’ll become real and will haunt you forever.

He raises his eyebrows and gives you a puzzled look until the meaning behind your words finally dawns on him.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie stares at you, his bafflement turned into utter disbelief. “You’re the most beautiful and the most incredible girl I know!”

But you’re neither able to meet the intensity of his eyes nor able to take his words seriously. Instead, while tears run freely down your cheeks, your fingertips ghost over the tattooed bats on his forearm and you watch with blurry eyes how the ink disappears under your touch.

“The dress begs to differ,” you mumble weakly and Eddie scoffs.

“Screw the dress! It’s just a piece of fabric, it’s nothing! And if it made my girl feel like this, I’m voting for burning it.”

You give him a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and he drags his hand down his face in frustration.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, all of you. I love the way you squint your nose when the sun shines in your eyes, I love the way you bounce on your feet when you get excited about something, and I love the way your face lights up when you get an A on a test you worked so hard for. You can’t see yourself in those moments, but you need to trust me when I say you’re the most stunning woman in the whole wide world.”

Listening with a bated breath, you feel your heart pound hard against your chest. When you look up through your eyelashes, his expression turns soft as his eyes meet yours.

“C’mon, it’s impossible not to fall for you. You’re pretty awesome, don’t you know? You’re smart, kind, caring, especially when it comes to outsiders like me,” he points at himself with his thumb and shoots you a cheeky grin before his forehead contorts, “actually, forget the last one, you must be a freak if you care about me,” he adds with feigned disdain, the sparkle in his eyes giving away the joke, and it earns him a chuckle from you.

You nudge his chest with your shoulder but don’t pull away, not being able to resist such close proximity. With you leaning against him, his arms circle your torso in another warm hug and he pulls you into his lap.

“You’re pretty awesome, too,” you whisper into his chest, your voice hoarse along the edges from crying so much earlier.

You can’t see Eddie’s pleased smile or blushing cheeks, but you can feel his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“Thank you,” you add after a few moments and crane your neck to catch his lips in a soft, tender kiss.

The brush of his lips is so sweet and gentle that when you open your eyes and see the adoring look on his face, an enormous wave of guilt crushes against you.

He looks like he would do anything for you, and here you are, a total mess that can do nothing better but pity herself. Tonight was supposed to be special, you had so many plans and were so excited, but no, you had to have a little mental breakdown and fuck it all up. Just because you couldn’t put on that stupid dress.

The dress…

Your fingers splay over the skirt that covers your thighs only to curl into a fist, crumpling the delicate fabric.

With every second that ticks by, you’re growing more and more frustrated with yourself and your stupid feelings, and it doesn’t take you too long to feel overwhelmed by the swirling thoughts that do not waste any time to rear their ugly head again.

Clearing your throat, you slowly withdraw and the way Eddie’s face darkens makes you wince.

“Sorry for ruining tonight,” you apologise, your voice sounding like it doesn’t belong to you and you place your hand on his mouth when he opens it in protest, “I don’t think I have any other dress that would be suitable for a prom, and honestly? I kinda wanna stay home. I… I don’t feel like going out or something,” you admit and the gaze of his beautiful deep brown eyes refuses to leave your face.

Eddie studies you intently as a deep line forms between his eyebrows. It’s probably the first time in your relationship that he senses a vast distance between you, no matter how close your bodies are next to each other. It’s an odd feeling, one that makes his stomach tighten and his heart break. And yet, it seems that even when you shut yourself off like this, your subconsciousness seeks his proximity and he wonders whether you even realise that your fingers are toying with his chain bracelet, the gesture appearing absentminded. He aches to touch you, to cup your face, or to thumb at your cheeks, but he remains still, hesitant to move an inch and tear his gaze from you. Instead, he searches your face for any sign that would tell him what to do to make you smile, to cross the gap and find you again.

Suddenly, the coldness of the bathroom tiles on which you sit gets to your bones and you feel even more naked than a few minutes ago. You avert your eyes and free yourself from Eddie’s embrace. He watches you carefully as you pull away from him and hug your legs in a faint attempt to hide your skin in the layers of the dark blue satin. Once you lose the warmth of his body pressed to yours, the tell-tale signs of migraine begin to pulse in your temples.

He moves forward to say something but you raise your hand in a pleading gesture to once again silence his objections.

“But please,” you continue when you find the strength in your voice, “if you want to go, I mean, I guess not to the prom but elsewhere, maybe you could do something fun with guys from Hellfire or something… just go, please,” you know you’re rambling but you can’t stop the flow of sentences from flying out of your mouth, “don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, I promise. I don’t want you to have a crappy evening just because of my big fat–”

“Jesus Christ, stop it! Seriously!” Eddie cuts you off and lets out an angry groan. “God, can’t you see that you didn’t ruin anything? I don’t care about the prom or going out with the guys, I just wanted to be with you.”

Your eyes turning misty, you swallow down a sob and worry your lower lip between your teeth.

Huffing out a defeated breath, Eddie crawls towards you and settles on the bathroom floor at your side, sitting on his heels as he carefully cups your face in his hands. It takes only a split second for you to give in and allow yourself to relish the touch of his palms on your skin. His eyes search your face and drop to your mouth, his thumb gently swiping across your bottom lip, stroking the imprint that your teeth have left there.

“I know it’s probably gonna sound crazy, but I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I’m with you,” he says softly. “So what if we’re sat on the floor in your bathroom and not at the prom? Who gives a shit about that? Because I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together. And…” he pauses for a few seconds before he adds, his voice quavering, “I thought you felt the same way.”

“Of course, I do! God, Eddie, I do feel the same way,” you hurry to reply and press your hand to his chest to reassure him of your words.

With several buttons undone, Eddie’s white shirt allows your palm to touch his skin and the warmth that seeps into your fingertips drives away the coldness and brings the needed peace. At that moment, you wonder whether your own touch has a similar soothing effect as he closes his eyes and breathes out a slow and easy breath of contentment.

He leans closer to rest his forehead against yours and you let out a sigh of relief. You sit like that for a few moments, neither of you willing to move. Eventually releasing his hold on your face, he covers your hand instead and weaves his fingers with yours, his grip firm enough for you to know he will never let go. You feel his heart beating under the press of your palm and you know that it beats for you.

Just like your heart beats for him.

“I just hate to see you in so much pain, but I don’t know how to fix this,” he admits quietly after a while.

“I… I think I need to fix it myself,” you say and find the truth behind your words surprisingly comforting. “But it’s hard. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t see anything but the parts I’ve grown to hate, the extra weight that I can’t get rid of, and I just feel… so utterly lost,” you breathe out and a single tear trickles down your face.

Eddie brushes a loose strand of your hair, tucks it behind your ear and bends down as his lips catch the teardrop on your cheek, his fingers tracing your jaw.

“I want to help. How can I make you understand that you’re beautiful both inside and out?” Eddie asks and the urgency you note in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat.

You remain quiet, not entirely sure what to say and he drops his hands to his lap.

“If only you could see what I see,” he sighs, hanging his head low.

It takes several moments for either of you to move, but at last, it is him who breaks the silence. Hesitantly, he reaches out and carefully grasps your fingers, his thumb drawing small circles across the back of your hand.

“I want to… Can I show you?” His voice trembles, which makes you look up and meet his expectant gaze. Chest heaving, he takes a deep breath and wets his lips before he continues. “Please, let me show you how beautiful you are.”

The whirl of your thoughts makes it difficult to concentrate. You glance down at your intertwined fingers and will your mind to calm down.

“I know we haven’t…” he trails off, the end of the sentence and the question those words imply hanging in the air that turns thick and heavy with anticipation of things yet to be explored. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you lift your eyes to his, squeeze his hand and slowly nod.

“I want it too.”

Bringing your hand to his lips, he places small kisses on your knuckles and a ragged breath leaves your throat. The gesture is so soft and intimate; you can’t help but cup his cheek, hopeful that all the love and gratitude you feel for the man in front of you gets across by the gentle touch of your palm as you struggle to find the words that would convey the sentiment.

But it seems no words are necessary as you watch him close his eyes in bliss, lean into your fingers and kiss the delicate skin of your inner wrist in answer to your unspoken confession. Slowly, his lips start to travel up your arm, to your shoulder, and when they reach the column of your neck, you gasp. His mouth relentless on your skin, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, breathing rapidly. It’s only a matter of time before your mouths collide in a passionate kiss, his fingers tangled in your hair as the air fills with sounds of soft whimpers and tongues sliding against each other.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” Eddie croaks out and you just nod vigorously, not trusting your own voice.

Leaping to his feet, he holds out his hands and you gladly accept. As you stand up, you step on the hem of your dress by accident and almost lose your balance, but luckily, Eddie catches you and his palms settle on your waist in a firm grasp, keeping you upright.

“The dress. I–” You suddenly remember the ordeal of forcing the dress up to your waist and a momentary surge of panic rises in your stomach.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Eddie replies, and for the first time, you finally, completely believe him. Tugging gently at the fabric of the bodice, he assists you in sliding your arms out of the sleeves. Once your arms are free, he gets down on his knees and carefully hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of the dress skirt, working it down your body.

When you move to make yourself useful and aid him with the undressing, he gently swats your hands away and there’s nothing else left for your fingers to do but to comb through his hair and rest at the scruff of his neck as you throw your head back, a small smile playing on your lips because with every new part of your skin exposed he runs his lips against it and plants small kisses along the hem of your knickers, leaving a trail of goosebumps and sending little jolts of pleasure to your core.

You’re so lost in the sensations dancing all over your body that it takes you a moment to register the dress finally sliding down and pooling at your feet as you stand in the middle of the bathroom in only your underwear. Offering his hand, Eddie helps you step out of the dress and stands up, his fingers laced through yours.

Without uttering a single word, he leads you back to your bedroom, the palm of his free hand finding the small of your back. He’s closed the door shut with a gentle thud before he pulls you towards your bed and you sit down together at the edge.

His fingers are restless in your palm and you feel a similar quivering in your nerve ends, both of you suddenly unsure of what to do. Your stomach churns and he swallows down hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The movement catches your attention and your gaze drifts to his clothes.

“Someone’s awfully overdressed,” you break the awkward silence that has settled over you in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, and wave at his formal attire, giving him an amused smile. He glances down as if to confirm your words and your smile turns into a chuckle.

“Right, and we don’t want that, do we?” he grins and you fight the urge to trace your fingers along the wrinkles that have formed around his eyes.

Eddie can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is really happening. He was imagining this moment, yes, dreaming about it even, but all the fantasies could not prepare him for the reality of it all. It’s taken him aback that he’s more nervous than he anticipated. His heart is pounding fast against his chest and his palms have grown clammy as he keeps nervously tugging at his fingers.

The bedspring squeaks a bit when he gets to his feet and grips the lapels of his jacket, removing the red material from his shoulders as he toes off his shoes and socks. With unsteady fingers, he makes sure to unbutton his shirt some more, even though not completely, before he grabs the back of the collar and pulls the shirt over his head, all his tattoos on display. Staggered breathing and the rustle of fabric are the only noises that fill your bedroom until the distinctive sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper opening pierces through the space between you.

It makes his stomach tighten.

You busy yourself with brushing invisible threads off the bedspread, your fingers skimming over the soft material, but you can’t help stealing sideway glances as Eddie strips to his underwear.

Maybe you should stand up and help him undress, let your hands roam freely over his body just the way you’ve desired on so many occasions. But you can’t bring yourself to do that as you sit there, dragging your teeth over your lower lip as your fingers keep fidgeting, too anxious to move, especially when you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.

“It would look hotter if there was some music playing or shit,” Eddie jokes to mask his nervousness and flashes you a grin, shaking you from your turbulent thoughts, and you huff out a laugh.

“Such a tease,” you click your tongue with a smile. “Don’t try your luck, Munson. Both my stereo and my camera are right there on my desk, and you can bet I would use the opportunity to snap a few pictures,” you warn only half-jokingly. “I’m sure your friends would love to see this new side of their dungeon master,” you add and wink at him.

“Oh you wouldn’t do that, you love me,” he retorts and squints his eyes in happiness.

“I do,” you answer honestly and bite your lips to prevent another smile from breaking across your face.

Tossing his trousers to the pile of his clothes, he joins you on the bed, tucking one leg under him, and motions to your hair. “One of the hairpins, it… Just let me…” Your eyes follow the movement of his hand, and he carefully pulls out the piece of light metal that’s loosened and barely hung from a single hair at the side of your face. He must have tousled up your hairdo earlier when you kissed in the bathroom.

“I should probably take them all out, there’s not that many,” you suggest and start threading through your hair, searching with your fingertips for the remaining hairpins.

“I can do it for you,” Eddie offers and you gladly turn your back to him. He works in silence, gently removing all the pins from your hair until he’s finished and stretches out his arm around you to drop them on your bedside table. You shift to face him but the pressure of his palm between your shoulder blades makes you halt in your tracks.

Moving your hair aside, he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, and a ragged breath leaves your lips. Soon, his mouth latches on the delicate skin of your neck and collarbone, and you throw your head back, his chest pressed against your back preventing you from falling backwards.

This, the feeling of his lips, this, you know. This is something familiar and you slowly begin to relax in his arms, the memory of his hot breath on your bare throat and the bruised skin from his ministrations when you once skipped school and hid under the bleachers playing in the back of your mind.

“Eddie,” you whisper his name and he repeats yours like a prayer against your skin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he suddenly breathes out, his hand gliding upwards to cup the side of your face, the tip of his thumb stroking along your cheekbone.

You twist your neck to catch his gaze and rub your nose against his cheek.

“So beautiful,” he echoes and his other hand snakes around your waist to roam over your stomach.

Every now and then, his fingers bump into a cute little bow on your knickers and even though they never venture farther down, the tingling sensation they send to your core is enough for you to feel the first signs of wetness between your legs.

“You remind me of a guitar,” he suddenly muses matter-of-factly as his palms caress the line of your hips and you quirk an eyebrow at him, taken aback by the unexpected comparison.

“Really?” you manage to ask despite the lump in your throat.

“Uh-huh,” he hums and sweeps the back of his fingers across your stomach as if strumming the instrument. The touch is so light and gentle like butterfly wings fluttering and you’re sure it would make you giggle if you weren’t so damn aroused. Instead, a fresh wave of juices floods your core.

You’re so caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin that it takes you a few seconds to register him whispering into your ear.

“You have this very cute birthmark, here,” Eddie comments as his fingers dance at a dark spot of your skin near your hip and the puff of his hot breath on your ear tickles. You squirm slightly, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he draws your earlobe between his lips, sucking and nibbling on it with determination as his palms relentlessly explore your body. Pushing your hand through his hair, your fingers lace into his curls and he moans around your skin. When he gives the delicate flesh a gentle bite, you grasp a handful of his hair and eagerly tug at his locks, desperate for more.

Releasing the earlobe from his mouth with a soft smack of his lips, Eddie pauses and takes a deep breath, oblivious to your silent pleas. With measured movements, he untangles your fingers from his hair and grabs your hand that had somehow found its way to his thigh. At first, your brows furrow in confusion, your hazy thoughts growing more and more unsure of where this is going, scared that he’s changed his mind. But your worries dissipate just as quickly as they appeared when he brings your hands to your bra-covered breasts.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel how wonderful your body is under my touch?” Guiding your palms, he weaves his fingers through yours and squeezes your breasts, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth.

The bra proves to have very little purpose as you feel your nipples turning hard and tender through the material, and you release a soft whine every time Eddie’s thumbs brush over them.

You arch your back and relish the sensation until his hands drift away and you gasp at the loss of the touch.

“May I?” he asks instead, and you note the audible gulp in his throat as his fingers wander across your back and along the hem of your bra. You had not taken things this far before and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Yes, please,” you reply, glad that your voice sounds more confident than you feel at this moment.

He fumbles with the fastening for only a short time before sliding the straps from your shoulders. Once the bra gets thrown on the floor, his warm palms, without hesitation, make their way back to your breasts, cupping and squeezing. When his deft fingers shift to pinch your nipples, you can’t stop the need to roll your hips, grinding against him, and you feel a thrill of pure joy as his cock responds to the pressure, thin layers of your knickers and his boxers the only obstacle between your bodies. You repeat the motion on purpose, rubbing yourself against his lap and the now-familiar twitch that greets you in return conjures up a wide grin on your face.

“You little minx,” he hides his smirk into your hair and grabs your hands again, placing them back on your breasts.

Your chest starts heaving rapidly as he fondles the sensitive flesh, his fingers never stopping in their movements while he watches over your shoulder, his cheek pressed to yours until you both breathe heavily in tandem.

“So, fucking, hot,” he grunts into your ear and his grip over your hands tightens with every word.

Shifting the direction of his strokes, he leads your interlocked hands to the curve of your stomach, your hips and your arse, and you’re certain the damp patch on your knickers is growing larger by the second. You cannot resist the urge to rub your thighs together and it’s his turn to push his groin against the small of your back, finding momentary relief.

“Remember two weeks ago, when I got a detention?” Eddie asks, his question clearly rhetoric, as he does not wait for your reply. “I didn’t know the answer to Mr Kaminsky’s question, hell I didn’t even know what he was asking, ‘cos I was too busy ogling your arse.”

“You weren’t,” you retort weakly and gasp when a heated stroke of your combined hands runs over a particularly sensitive part of your skin, causing tingles that start at your toes and travel up through your veins to spread into every particle of your body.

“I totally was. It was impossible not to stare when you’d worn those pretty jeans. Don’t know what he was thinking when he didn’t allow us to be in the same lab group and forced us to sit separately. Just gave me a better vantage point.”

You chuckle at that but the sound that leaves your lips comes out more like a whimper, your arousal growing stronger and stronger.

“Oh, I love this, look how pretty this is,” he exclaims after a while of silence filled only with your heavy breathing, and his fingertips wander to your sides.

Wetting your lips and blinking a few times to collect yourself, you drop your head and let your eyes trace the path of Eddie’s hands. It takes you a moment to figure out what he is talking about, but eventually you draw in a shuddering breath when you realise he’s caressing your stretchmarks.

“It looks like a lightning bolt on your skin, that’s so cool,” Eddie reflects with fascination and runs his fingers along the light lines that meander over your skin and fade around the edges. “Or maybe like tree branches,” he muses after a beat.

He can easily picture small bright leaves and blossoms growing from the twining lines and he wonders if you would allow him to paint them on your skin in watercolours. You would lie on your side in his bed, naked, your hip turning into a canvas, and he would dip his brush in bright colours and smear the vibrant shades across your skin to create a masterpiece. Come to think of it, as he holds you in his arms, your body yearning and longing, he knows you’re a work of art already.

The more he inspects the skin on your sides, the clearer the idea that is being formed in his head gets. For the last few months, he’d been contemplating various designs for his next tattoo, and the image of similar streaks in dark ink adorning his side is quick to exhilarate him as a small smile plays on his lips.

“What?” he asks when he catches you watching him intently.

“Nothing,” you offer in reply and feel a similar tug at the corners of your mouth.

Instead, you capture Eddie’s lips with yours and kiss him till you’re both breathless, muffling moans in each other’s mouths. He moves to kneel down on the floor and you willingly spread your legs for him, welcoming him in your warm embrace as you run your hands through his hair and claw at his back.

“Eddie,” you whisper and the tense edge to your voice makes him deepen the kiss, his tongue relentless in your mouth. Once you, feeling rather light-headed, tear away from him to take in great gulps of air, his lips travel down your body, over your throat and collarbones to your chest. He lays open-mouthed kisses along your sternum, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He doesn’t hesitate to use the opportunity and shifts his attention to one of your breasts, his tongue lapping across the nipple and circling it with his tongue before he wraps his lips around it. Sucking with fervour, he brings his hand to your chest and cups the other breast. When his hand starts kneading the soft flesh, you can’t help but rub your damp knickers against his stomach, the friction only causing more wetness pooling in your throbbing pussy that begs for more attention.

No longer physically able to draw out the anticipation, Eddie moves farther down, kissing across your stomach, and sits on his heels, his teeth running along the hem of your knickers as his palms caress your sides. Soon enough, he drops his hands from your hips to grip the underside of your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed.

Leaning back, you brace yourself on your forearms and lift your hips so that Eddie can hook his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and tug them down your legs. Once he’s tossed the piece of material aside, his hands return to your body and he palms the back of your calves, his fingers moving tantalisingly up and down your skin. He kisses your inner knee only to chuckle when an embarrassingly desperate whimper escapes your mouth at the unexpected touch.

Through hooded eyes, you watch as his fingers slide higher up your legs and dig into the flesh of your thighs. He looks up and studies your face intently as his palms apply gentle, yet persistent pressure to your skin. Willingly, you slowly spread your thighs for him, not daring to breathe.

Your mouth goes dry when he drops his gaze to your pussy that aches to be touched, and his eyes darken with lust.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers and it takes you by surprise how low his voice has turned.

His tongue darting out, Eddie wets his lips and skates the nails of his left hand up your thigh until you release a soft gasp as his touch comes to a halt right at your entrance. His movements are slow and you note the slight tremble that accompanies them.

Finally, he runs his fingers through your folds, and you suck in a sharp breath because even though his hands were warm, they could hardly match with the heat of your pulsating pussy and the rings he’s always wearing amplify the sensation of the contrast. Spreading the wetness, he stares in absolute bewilderment at how you react to his touch, your walls spasming around thin air. No longer able to resist the urge, you raise your legs and dig your heels to the edge of the mattress to give you the necessary leverage, and you push your hips up in a desperate attempt to seek more pressure. His fingertips find your clit and you can’t help but grip the bedspread and ball your hands into fists.

“You’re really like a guitar, aren’t you?” he chuckles and rhythmically massages the bundle of nerves, making you see stars behind your eyes. “Just the right press of my fingers,” he applies more pressure, causing you to let out a drawn-out moan, “and you sing.”

A soft sob rips out of your throat.

“Eddie, please. More,” you beg, not bothered by how hopeless and pathetic you must sound. All you know is that you want more, that you need more. More pressure, more fingers, more everything.

Being the pleaser that he is, at least when it comes to you, he readily obliges and works his forefinger into your wet hole. Your toes curling, you gasp and throw your head back, flinching when the crown of your head hits the wall behind you. But the pain pulsing to your ears is easily forgotten as it’s suppressed by the waves of pleasure growing at a fast rate between your legs.

Carefully, Eddie adds another finger and the burning sensation of your entrance stretching to accommodate the unfamiliar width has you clenching your jaw and whimpering through gritted teeth.

It’s all so much and not enough at the same time.

When you think you’ve got accustomed to the feel of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy, you force yourself to open your eyes, breathing heavily.

The vision in front of you – his right hand gripping your thigh tightly, his eyes trained on your cunt swallowing his fingers again and again, and his tongue stuck out in concentration – sends a shiver down your spine and settles in the pit of your stomach, causing more juices to flow freely out of you, coating Eddie’s fingers. His eyelids flutter when he breathes you in.

He catches you staring and gives you the most shameless grin that you’ve ever seen in return. Not dropping your gaze, he leans over and swipes his tongue in a broad stripe from the place where his fingers are buried deep inside you all the way to your swollen clit. You shudder and he repeats the movement, collecting your arousal on his tongue and spreading it all over your folds. He reaches your clit again and starts flicking his tongue, which makes your eyes roll back in your head as you once again start moaning uncontrollably.

He licks and sucks inexpertly, testing and exploring with his tongue, and his eyes stay fixed on your face, scanning it for every minuscule reaction. When the graze of his teeth meets the sensitive skin of your cunt and you wince, he’s quick to pull away and apologise, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ with every gentle stroke of his tongue that readily soothes the delicate skin.

You feel your orgasm steadily approaching and your heart starts beating hard against your chest. Upping the tempo, Eddie’s solely focused on you and your pleasure and when a desperate ‘yes, please, just like that’, repeated like a mantra between gasps and moans, falls from your lips, he gladly obeys, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

Trashing from side to side on the bed, you yelp when one of your legs slips on the duvet and you hear something fall from the bed, but Eddie’s quick to grab the ankle to drape your leg over his shoulder. This way, he buries his face deeper between your legs and you don’t hesitate to appreciate the opportunity this angle gives you as you dig your heel into his back, urging him on and eliciting a sweet grunt muffled into the crevices of your cunt.

“I’m so close,” you manage to breathe out, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and with a flick of his wrist and his lips firmly wrapped around your sensitive spot Eddie sends you over the edge. Your thighs buckling, you arch your back and cry out his name, the surge of warmth between your legs matching the fire that licks at your skin. Waves of pleasure rush through your veins and you shake uncontrollably, every nerve ending tingling as your juices trickle down from your pulsating cunt and he’s there to catch everything with his tongue.

After a few moments of fighting to catch your breath, you slowly open your eyes and swallow hard around thin air, suddenly aware of the parched feeling in your throat. There’s an unfamiliar pain in your fingers as you unclench them from around the crinkled bedspread and you feel pins and needles in your foot that’s stayed glued to the bed.

Slightly trembling, you prop yourself up on your arms and look at the man between your legs.

Eddie is resting his cheek on your inner thigh, licking his fingers clean, and his face lights up when he meets your gaze. Giving your clit one last gentle suck that makes you squirm, he releases it with a smack of his lips and smirks up at you, your arousal glistening on his face. He looks so smug, and you can’t help but smile and shake your head before you rake your fingers through his hair and tip his chin up so you can bend down and give him a long, deep kiss.

You moan as the taste of your release hits your tongue and Eddie raises himself up on his knees, chasing your lips. The kiss is sloppy, lazy and urgent at the same time, and when you feel a firm bulge pressed against your thigh, you can’t help but run your hands all over his chest, your fingers splayed so that every part of his skin is paid its due attention until your hands drop down to his waist, pausing briefly to dig your nails into his sides and then sinking farther down.

Slipping your hand beneath the elastic of his boxers, you palm at his erection, experimentally sliding your hand up and down his length. Lips parted, you move your hand in determined strokes and can’t resist the amazement at the contrast under your touch; the silky, delicate skin gliding against the thick hardness of his cock.

He’s hot and heavy in your hand and when you trace the prominent veins with your fingers and you thumb at the slit to spread precum all over the head, Eddie muffles his groans into the crook of your neck.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he mumbles and takes several deep breaths through his nose as he nuzzles into you. You can’t resist the urge to give his erection one last gentle squeeze before your palms make their way back to his waist and you move your mouth to suck at the hollow of his throat. “I need you,” he whispers and leans back to eye you hungrily.

Your lips meet in a searing kiss, and without breaking the contact he nudges you to lie down on your bed. You let out a breathless shriek and tighten your arms around his shoulders, almost biting down on his lips when you feel a hard jut of plastic cassette boxes prod your back.

“Careful!” Eddie calls out and holds you upright with one of his arms so that he can slip his hand under your back to seize the few cassettes he was inspecting earlier and place them on the floor, right next to the headphones that tumbled down earlier. You start giggling, having no clue how you could fail to notice the colourful covers on your bedspread. To be fair, when Eddie’s got you in his arms, it’s quite hard to focus on anything but him.

He joins in your laughter, the lines around his eyes deepening as he gives you a cheerful grin, gently massaging your back with his warm palms before he shuffles to carefully set you down on the mattress.

Lifting himself up on all fours, he crawls over you and your hands roam his torso and arms, mapping his tattoos and sending jolts of pleasure across his skin. You push his boxers down with your heels as far as the garment will go until it gets stuck around his ankles. Unceremoniously kicking the boxers away, Eddie pins you underneath him, pressing his hard cock against your pussy and every thought that you could possibly have at this moment flies out of your head. It’s only the feeling of his stiff length sliding between your folds as he covers himself in your dripping juices that becomes the sole focus of your mind.

You open your eyes, only now realising that you must have shut them in pure ecstasy at some point, and beam up at Eddie. He’s gorgeous, hovering over you, his own gaze trained on you as his curls frame his beautiful face. You’re aware of the restless fluttering in your stomach as the significance of this moment dawns on you, but you can’t bring yourself to give it control over your absolute happiness.

Suddenly, your smile slightly drops when you realise something’s missing. You look around, searching for a condom like it would appear if only you looked hard enough.

“I don’t have–”

“I do,” he cuts you off and you glance up at him. His cheeks and ears turn dark pink as he blushes profusely. “Erm, this is kinda embarrassing.” He slowly sucks in a breath and gives you an apologetic look. “Shit. Okay, so I didn’t want to presume things or anything, really, but you know what they say about proms. And I just thought that maybe, just maybe, something might happen, one thing leads to another, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. But still. I probably shouldn’t have. But then I imagined what could theoretically happen and…”

Your heart soars, so full of pure adoration as your smile steadily grows, your eyes glinting with amusement.

“So yeah,” he shakes his head, “I just, you know, wanted to be ready, like the ‘in case of emergency, break glass’ kinda situation. Well, that’s a really shit metaphor, no wait, a simile, right? See, I pay attention when you’re tutoring me,” he adds with a grin that only widens when you snort out a laugh that threatened to burst out at any point during his speech. “Anyway!” he exclaims and chuckles a bit. “To answer your unspoken question. Yes, I do have a condom.”

There’s a slightly higher pitch notable in his voice and his fingers drum restlessly against your pillow. He's clearly just as nervous as you are, you think to yourself and smile at him gently.

“Thank you for taking it with you tonight,” you say and tilt your chin to give him a soft, lingering kiss.

You get your legs that are locked around his waist to loosen enough so that he can lean over the edge of the bed to pull out a wallet from his trousers and dig in it for a short while. You stare as the muscles in his arms flex and when you catch a glimpse of not one, but several square wrappers in his wallet, you feel a flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, the heat matching the slow burn of lust and anticipation smouldering between your legs.

Biting your lips, you cannot tear your eyes away as Eddie opens the wrapper and rolls the condom down his length. He hisses at the slide of his hands on him, not denying himself a few measured strokes. You breathe heavily, your gaze fixed on him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when he drags the tip of his cock along your slit.

Slowly leaning over you, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and the feeling of his throbbing length stretching your walls makes you throw your head back and moan out his name.

The hot wetness engulfs his cock and Eddie squints his eyes in pure bliss. He had yearned to make love to you for so long, but the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate and delicious way far exceeds all his expectations. You’re so warm and pliant under his touch and although he’s not sure what he has done in this or any other life to deserve someone so incredible just as you are, one thing he knows is that he never wants to let go.

He swears, his breath fanning your face, but the rush of blood in your ears drowns his words and all you can do is let out a drawn-out ‘fuck’ as you struggle to get used to the girth of his cock buried deep inside you. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, your brows contorted as you squeeze your thighs and dig your nails into his back. Your mind turns into a jumbled mess while you battle to navigate through all the feelings that curse through your veins. To restore order in them, you concentrate on the beating of his heart against your chest, grateful that he’s giving you the needed time to recover.

After a while, Eddie props himself up on his slightly shaking arms and brushes your hair from your forehead to study your face.

“Are you okay?”

Your palms slide to the back of his neck, and you feel the muscles under your touch, tense and taut with the effort to stay still like that, even though all he wants to do is snap his hips into you over and over again.

“I’m good, it’s just…” Almost too much, you want to add but take a deep breath instead. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Uh-huh.” Your chest is heaving and you make yourself meet his beautiful brown eyes that are looking down at you with great care as you give him a reassuring smile. Despite a slight shaking you can’t quite keep back, your fingers move to ghost over his jaw and protruding chin, and you let him rest his forehead against yours.

Raising your legs, you cross your ankles and dig your heels into his buttocks to encourage him to move, and the way your walls clench around him makes him bottom out, his lips meeting yours in a kiss once again.

Eddie’s thrusts are slow, deep, just like the tender swipes of his tongue in your mouth and when he shifts his weight to his forearms and grabs your hand in his, your fingers intertwining, you feel yourself getting lost in the immense pleasure.

You bring your free hand to his back to scratch your nails over it, your fingertips digging into the flesh between his shoulder blades, which sends a bolt of buzzing excitement right to his cock, making him even harder than before. With your attention spurring him on, you feel yourself being pushed towards the headboard with every roll of his hips, sliding across the soft material of your bedspread. You quickly find the rhythm that works for both of you as you lift your hips to meet his thrust with just as much fervour as he pours into his movements.

Sucking on his full bottom lip, you smile when he whispers into your mouth.

“You feel good?”

The tug at the corner of your mouth intensifies. Silly boy, concerned for you even when his kisses swallow down every tiny whimper of your excitement and your walls keep constricting around him.

“I feel…” your sentence gets interrupted by a soft moan spilling from your lips as his cock hits just the right spot, “amazing,” you answer truthfully and grin at him, your heart pounding loudly against your chest.

“Me too, baby,” Eddie beams and dives back for another passionate kiss, his hips snapping relentlessly into your fast-increasing wetness. Clenching around his cock, you hum against his lips, letting yourself be washed by waves after waves of absolute bliss and when you note the signs of a strong orgasm building up, you’re determined to chase that high, tearing your hand from Eddie’s back and pushing it down his arse cheek as you grab on the flesh to urge him to add even more force into his thrusts.

Instead, he does the exact opposite and a loud, frustrated groan is ripped from your throat as the rolls of his hips lose their vigour and slow down, your climax ebbing away.

“Sorry,” Eddie whispers although his expression lacks any kind of remorse, and you pout at him. When he catches your annoyed expression, he smiles and places a small kiss on the tip of your nose, his hand clasped in yours squeezing your fingers. “I don’t wanna cum just yet…”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you narrow your eyes. “I swear to God, Eddie, if this is some joke that I don’t get…”

“No, no,” he chuckles and you feel your racing heart calm down as he rubs small circles against the back of your hand. “The thing is when I was imagining you–”

“Wait, you were imagining me?” you interrupt him, slightly perplexed, “Like this?”

“Of course I was,” Eddie blinks in disbelief, “a million times at least.” Shaking his head, he strokes the frown that has formed between your brows and caresses your cheeks. He dips his head and claims your lips before he drags his mouth along your jaw, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

“But in those fantasies,” he continues, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he pulls at your earlobe with his teeth, “you were riding me.”

Your breath hitches as you involuntarily squeeze your thighs around his hips, the movement making both of you release a soft gasp.

“What do you think?” he says and quirks his eyebrows.

Instead of providing a verbal response, your lips curl up in a smile. You plant your palms on his chest and push slightly to make him roll on his back, his face lit up in excitement. It takes a bit of manoeuvring since your bed is too narrow for two people to fit easily and as you and Eddie shift this way and that, an occasional scowl followed by laughter escapes your mouths every time you accidentally poke or kick at each other.

Finally upright and on your knees, you throw your leg over and straddle him as his hands land on your hips, his cold rings soothing your heated skin with every gentle caress of his palms.

You can’t help but pause for a short moment to admire the man lying under you. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed, and you tilt your head as you let your gaze trace the pink blush spreading to his ears. It’s a strange feeling at first to see him lying in your bed with his curls fanned over your pillow, but it’s a feeling that puts a big smile on your face and warms your heart.

His lips parted and eyes hooded with lust, he watches you intently and doesn’t break the eye contact even when you lay your hands on his chest, the touch light enough to give you the freedom to slide your palms all over his skin, but firm enough for him to feel the intensity of your need to caress every part of him within your reach.

When you run your fingers through the soft hair below his navel, Eddie shudders.

No longer wasting your time, you grab his cock and position it at your entrance, and then you’re sinking down, the motion painstakingly slow as you want to prolong the breathtaking sensation of his hard length pushing your walls apart, which makes your eyelashes flutter in bliss.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grunts and digs his fingers into your sides as you arch your back and your breath stutters in your throat. Lost in pleasure, your eyes snap shut and you savour the moment as you give in to the feel of being so deliciously filled. A new rush of heat burns inside you and it’s like hot flames are licking all over your skin.

Eventually, you open your eyes again to meet his gaze and press your palms to his chest for balance so that you can draw yourself up only to slide down his cock again. And again, and again.

“You look so beautiful, fuck.” He lets out a shaky, hard exhale and raises his hands to fondle your breasts, lightly at first and then harder, causing you to bite down on your lower lip as you bounce on his length. All you can do is release breathless moans and keep your hips rocking over him, the wet sounds of your lovemaking filling your ears, and it’s the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard.

Eddie wants to tell you so much more, he wants to whisper the dirtiest things that come to his mind but all words die somewhere in his throat as the pleasure wins him over. He must be dreaming, he’s sure of it, but the warmth of your skin under his touch proves to him how incredibly real you are as he skims his hands down your sides to let his fingers dance along your thighs, only to slide them up your arms and settle them on your breasts again.

Over the time since he found you in the bathroom, the afternoon sun that illuminates your bedroom has come nearer to the horizon and now he watches you in bewilderment as you ride him, every beautiful curve within his reach, and the brilliant orange hues of the setting sun make your body glow. If it’s not a dream, then why do you look like a goddess?

Hips undulating, you feel your thighs burning with exertion but you just can’t give a damn. You slip your hand between your bodies and whimper when your fingertips brush over the bundle of nerves. The precipice of orgasm that you felt a few moments ago returns in full force and it takes you by surprise as it has built up embarrassingly faster than before, the tingle crawling all over your skin and the slickness coating your fingers. Your movements falter as you choke out a moan and Eddie takes no time to grab a handful of your arse, his grip tight, and he meets your thrusts.

You screw your eyes shut, your climax right at your fingertips and when you feel his fingers joining yours as he starts rubbing your clit frantically, sending jolts after jolts of unadulterated pleasure to your core, the orgasm rips through your body and you crash over the edge.

With a wild scream, you collapse down on his chest, shaking uncontrollably and breathing hard as your throbbing pussy spasms around his hardness over and over again. Eddie holds you in his arms while you cling to him in pure ecstasy, his hips thrusting up as he pants hard and drives his cock deep into your dripping cunt, drawing out the pleasure that curses through your veins to the point of near agony before his hold on you tightens and he finally cums with a strong groan rumbling in his chest, his cock twitching in tandem with spasms of your aftershocks.

You both hiss when Eddie pulls out and soon enough, you feel the sticky mess from between your legs smearing across his stomach. Limbs heavy, you’re too exhausted to care, or to move for that matter, and you let him drape your languid body against his side so that his hands can worm their way towards his crotch and make quick work of the condom.

For a few moments, you both just lie there, absolutely spent as you feel the ripples of pleasure pulse all over your body, sweat drying on your heated skin.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out when you get confident enough that your voice won’t break and you turn to beam at Eddie.

“Right?” he grins, his eyes darting to yours, and he makes a happy noise as the absolute bliss painted all over your features doesn’t go unnoticed.

Keeping your eyes trained on his face, you lift one of your arms and run your fingers along the ridge of his nose. You crack a smile when he squints his eyes because your feather-light touch tickles him. He grasps your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before he turns to face you and brings his lips to yours, his arms wrapping around your waist so that he can rub your back. The kiss is slow as he sucks on your lower lip and then gently licks at it, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks that matches your overjoyed smile. Deepening the kiss, you hum in contentment as his tongue explores your mouth before his hold around you tightens and you burrow your face to the crook of his neck, both of you dozing off for a few minutes.

Then, his voice stirs you from your sleep.

“Wait.”

“What?” you ask and chuckle as you catch his eyes bulging out in shock.

“I wanted to give you something!” he exclaims and frowns at the pile of his clothes.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” you reply but he’s clearly not listening, too deep in his thoughts.

“Shit, I left it in my van. Uhm…” He looks around, his brows furrowed. Pecking your lips in a brief kiss, he jumps to his feet and retrieves his shirt and boxers from the lump of clothes, hastily putting them on.

You stare in a daze, confused about what’s gotten into him as he slides his arms into the white shirt and pulls up his boxers. The only thing you know is that you miss his warmth in your bed.

When he’s done, he raises his finger and gives you a stern look. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I– Eddie?!” you call out his name but he’s already gone.

With the lingering excitement buzzing all over his skin, he skips every other step to fly down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet.

He swings the car door open and dives into the passenger’s seat to rummage through the glove compartment. His face lights up when he finds what he’s been looking for and with a loud bang he closes the van again. His smile freezes slightly when he catches sight of an elderly lady knitting on the front porch of the next-door house staring at him with wide eyes. Suddenly aware of his half-naked appearance, he blushes and lifts his arm in greeting, to which he gets no response, before he scurries off back to your house.

Shutting the bedroom door behind himself, he slams his back against it and gives you an apologetic look, his eyebrows raised.

“Erm, I think your neighbour just saw me,” he says and waves in the general direction of the street.

“Really?” you giggle and Eddie lets out a relieved sigh, only now realising how worried he was that he’d somehow screwed things up. “Wait, could it be Mrs Lewis?” you ponder out loud as you toss a few tissues into a small bin, having used the opportunity to clean yourself up while Eddie was gone, and you take a seat on your bed again.

“We didn’t exactly have time to introduce ourselves,” he grins and twirls his hair.

“Don’t worry,” you laugh. “She spotted me last week when I was sneaking out for our date and didn’t tell on me.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles and withdraws from the door, closing the distance. He kneels in front of you on the floor and you shamelessly sneak your hands through the gap of his open shirt and rest them on his sides, exhaling a soft sigh when the scent of him and the familiar warmth of his skin enthrals your senses. He weaves his fingers through yours and delicately takes your hand. “Here, I’ve got this for you.”

A gentle smile playing on your lips, you’re too busy studying his face, watching the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he holds your gaze, the way his eyelashes flutter when he casts down his eyes, and the way his tongue pokes out as he ties something around your wrist. Reluctantly, you tear your gaze away from his beautiful face to see what it is.

“Eddie,” you breathe out and swallow down tears that have welled up in your eyes.

It’s a corsage with small crimson rose buds and thin dark blue ribbons, and you realise it matches both his jacket and your dress. That explains why about a week ago Dustin was all of a sudden very much interested in your plans for the prom, asking you all kinds of questions. Although you remained suspicious, in the end you ascribed his odd behaviour to his own excitement of an upcoming junior prom. If only you’d known…

“Thank you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around Eddie, embracing him in a heartfelt hug and squeezing tight. He holds you just as close and his palms rub soothing circles over your back. It doesn’t take too long for your lips to meet, and you rejoice at the tingling sensation across your skin that a mere brush of his lips creates as the air buzzes with electricity.

“Shall we dance?” he questions after a while and bends his head to catch your eye.

“There’s no music playing,” you giggle, leaning back to meet his gaze.

“As if that would stop us,” he chuckles, but turns around, shuffling through the cassettes still lying next to your bed until he finds the one he was looking for. He moves over to your desk and his eyes momentarily fall on your camera. He makes a mental note to take a bunch of pictures later so that he can start his own collection of your photographs. But for now all he wants to do is dance with you. Without further ado, he places the cassette in an empty slot of your stereo, slightly fast-forwards it and hits the ‘play’ button.

The sound of drums and synthesizers fills the space and Eddie holds out his hand, which you gladly take with a wide smile on your face.

Spinning you under his arm, he pulls you in and starts gently swaying from side to side to the slow rhythm of the song. One of your hands that rests on his shoulder creeps up to rub the back of his neck and play with his curls, which earns you a happy grin from him as he squeezes your other hand clasped in his palm. You feel safe and treasured in his arms despite the lack of clothes and you can’t help but raise yourself on your tiptoes to close your eyes and kiss him, lost in the taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his skin and the swell of the music.

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

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