Anyone Else Desperately Need Someone To Just Make Them Go Stupid? I’m Talking No Thoughts Just Them.

The Tongue Piercing

+18 just some Eddie thots, where your boyfriend has a surprise for you. (established relationship, fem!reader, not proofread, oral - f receiving)

a/n: i literally saw the picture in the middle and went... wait....

“Today is all about you baby.” Your boyfriend said lovingly as he laid you back down on the bed. You only smiled lovingly as your head hit the pillows, his body crawling on top of you.

It wasn't uncommon for Eddie to want to pleasure you first instead of you. So when you got on your knees he immediately pulled you back up. Now kissing you, you could only moan in delight as his tongue piercing played with your tongue, something that had driven you insane when you met him for the first time a year ago.

When he invited you over all giddy, you knew something might be up. He always became excited when he had either something to tell you, or something to show you, or something he bought for you. 

This time though, he didn’t. None of that happened, and the only reply you got was “I just missed you” with a smile on his face, dimples showing, and you were putty under his gaze in just a second, forgetting about it and not asking about it anymore. It seemed that was the case. He just missed you. 

When he had come up from behind you when you were about to put on a shirt of his to sleep in, you knew what was going to happen and you let out a breath of contentment when his mouth hit the crook of your neck and shoulder. It’s been a while since you two could have a moment on your own. You lived with your sister and he lived with Wayne. Whenever you could come over, Wayne was home, and whenever Eddie could come over, your sister was at your apartment.

Tonight, you finally found some time alone, and maybe that’s why Eddie was giddy when he called you. You weren’t going to complain, not when he was kissing you senseless into the bed. His ball piercing danced on your tongue, making you moan in delight as his hands ran all over your body that was covered in a lovely sun dress, the heat giving you the opportunity to wear those dresses that Eddie had bought you because he claimed you looked good in them.

You knew it was just for easy access, and again, you weren't complaining.

Seconds later, he was already laying on his stomach, face deep in your cunt, your panties stuffed inside his back pocket and his tongue was lapping at you like a starved animal. Your hands gripped the bed sheets underneath you as your back arched towards him, moaning his name after days of not being able to do so.

“Always so ready for me, so sweet.” He mumbled into you and Eddie was really into eating you out. You’ve never seen or heard of someone who simply loves eating pussy. He loves it. He came in his pants a few times while eating you out, his hips not being able to stop when rutting into the mattress. 

“Eddie, Eddie–” You knew he loved it when you repeated his name over and over, that it got him going and riled him up like never before. Your clit was flicked with the tip of his tongue a few times, before he pressed the ball of his tongue piercing against it, making you gasp with a smile on your lips. 

Then, he stopped, the slurping coming to a halt, his hands leaving your ass where they were gripping on tightly to hold you in place. You were breathing heavily, brows frowning deeply, as the coil in your belly started washing away. He got up from the bed as you held yourself up on your elbows, looking at his every move as the shake of your legs started fading. Did something happen? He never stopped before, which made you a little worried something was going on down there.

“Everything okay?” He walked to his desk and you saw him move a little, his hands towards his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, my piercing twisted a bit so I’m changing it.” You never heard that before, but you didn’t have a tongue piercing, so you wouldn’t know. He turned around with a smirk on his face as he walked back towards you, crawling to get back in the position he was in before.

“You sure you want–”

“Absolutely.” And you fell back as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit again, a smile on your face as the heat came back at full force. Then he pressed his tongue against you and–

That felt a little weird. You could feel his tongue piercing more than usual, as if it were big, but it couldn’t be, could it? No, that’s– A moan ripped out of your chest when whatever that was passed by your clit. You raised yourself up on your elbows again, a frown deep in your eyebrows as you stared down at him. He pulled away with a grin on his lips.

“What the hell is that?” At your question, he put his tongue out and you saw a thick pill sized tongue piercing sitting on the expanse of the muscle. You tilted your head, completely confused, never in your life having seen that kind of piercing before. He put his tongue back in his mouth so he could be able to talk to you.

“Thought of you when I saw it, princess.” With elbows on the mattress, tongue sticking out again, you saw how his hands went to grab onto the piercing, pinching it on each side and then a twist of both hands, as if he were closing it. You heard something coming from outside, a little buzz but you were focused on Eddie adjusting his new piercing. You saw him chuckle as his tongue moved from side to side, his hands falling to grab your hips once again, his head moving back down to your cunt, and–

Your eyes widened as you felt him press that damn fucking thing on your clit and fuck– it’s a vibrator. It’s a small fucking tongue piercing vibrator. 

“Holy shit, Eddie!” You smiled as you let out shaky breaths, your back falling back down on the bed as your legs spread even wider for him. His tongue was licking over and over again, flicking your clit with the piercing, feeling the vibrations on it that were making you tremble slightly. 

“You like that, darling?” He asked and you could only muster a dumb ‘uh-huh’ as he resumed his work. His hips kept pressing against the mattress, his hard cock in his sweatpants getting the much needed friction as his tongue and lips kept moving magically on you.

His hands left your hips to be able to grip each side of your lips and spread you open, wide, your hole fluttering for him. You gasped as your hands gripped the sheets below you when you felt his tongue entering you and the vibrator made the sensation even more intense. 

“Oh– it feels so fucking good–” It felt like an electric shock, having him spoil you like this wasn’t new for Eddie. This was one of the many things he surprised you with, letting you discover more and more factors about yourself you never cared to explore before. He is always putting you first whenever it came to sex, and at first you had told him it’s his pleasure too, to which he responded, ‘Oh, honey… seeing your contorted face is the biggest foreplay for me.’

Your back arched off the bed when the coil in your belly grew and grew just like before. His piercing was everywhere, and you felt it on every nerve of your body. He must have been eating you for minutes, his fingers now part of the job, and your legs couldn’t help but start shaking, tensing up as you felt your orgasm creeping in.

“Oh, I can feel you clenching around my tongue, you gonna cum baby?” You nodded, your mouth open with no words or even sounds coming out of it. Just small breaths of delight. You flinched and whimpered when you felt a slap right on top of your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, please– Keep going, Eddie, please–” 

“Good fucking girl.” His tongue came back onto you, his fingers working inside of you, the squelching of your wet pussy being heard through the entire room. His tongue was pressed flat onto your clit, letting the vibrator work on it. Your hands flew to his head, gripping it tightly as your eyes slowly started to see stars. 

You couldn’t talk anymore, nonsense spouting out of your mouth, begging, his name, moans, whines, cries. You reached the edge and plummeted down, hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your hands pushing his head into you as you cried out his name and your body shook all over. He moved his head side to side, the piercing flicking your clit over and over in a harsh and fast manner that was making your orgasm extend.

It might have been your most intense orgasm yet, feeling like it lasted for ages. Once your walls unclenched slowly, your body falling flat on the bed, you could finally open your eyes and breathe. It felt like an out of body experience. Like you weren’t in this fucking realm and Eddie was your god.

“Baby~” You heard his teasing voice and you knew he had a smile from ear to ear. You were breathing heavily, still staring at the ceiling as your body twitched in the aftershocks. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper and slowly climbed up to meet you. You could hear the vibration inside his mouth, his entire chin covered in your juices, making you clench around nothing again.

Insatiable.

“You– Where the fuck did you get that?” He chuckled, opening his mouth to twist one of the edges of the tongue piercing, turning it off. 

“Sex shop. Where else? I didn’t even know these existed.” You could hear a certain lisp happening, making you smile through your heavy breaths.

“Well… a great purchase. You can take it off now…” He tilted his head at your request, humming. His hands went to the hem of your dress that was bunched up on your waist, moving it up and up and up until your tits were uncovered for him. He got his hand back into his mouth and your eyes when you started hearing the vibration again.

“Don’t think so.” He smirked, giving you one single peck on your lips before you saw him going back down, a moan ripped out of your throat when you felt the vibration on your right nipple.

You two declared the piercing was a must from now on.

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look im just a girl with lots of thots and needs and i didn't know these fucking existed until recently. my mind went directly to eddie. he would.

Dominant Wally fucks me up.

SKINNY DIPPING pt. 2 ✩ Wally Clark

Pairings: Wally Clark x Fem!reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. very slow burn. semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, heavy sexual tension, explicit dirty talk, praising, degradation, skinny dipping in a public pool, possesiveness/jealousy, light choking, rough gripping & mandhandling, overstimulation, wally being a cocky little shit and very possessive, kinda dom!wally, risk of getting caught, begging, breeding kink. wally whimpering???? (god have mercy)

Summary: For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Author's note: this is part 2!! Part 1 is linked below <3 And part 3 soon! I had to take a moment to breath and relax while writing this cause hello????? god jesus have mercy I'm literally gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Also, thank you so much for the love on part 1!! it made me soooo happy to see you guys liked it <3333 it means the world to me!

Word count: 4043

Song choices: lose control - teddy swims, tear you apart - she wants revenge, closer - nine inch nails, flawless - the neighbourhood, do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys, TiO - zayn, again - noah cyrus.

masterlist. part 1. part 2. part 3

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"So...Skinny dipping?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice now a low whisper.

"Skinny dipping," you repeated, lips curving into a playful grin. "Just don't get all excited to see me naked, Clark," you teased, pushing him lightly. "And hands to yourself," you added.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening a little. He couldn't help but smirk as well. He was excited at the thought of seeing you like that.

"I make no promises," he replied with a teasing grin, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I mean it, Clark," you huffed, rolling your eyes, though the warmth you felt bubbling up inside you betrayed the annoyance you were trying to fake.

He leaned in again, his face mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Can you blame me, though?" his voice dipped lower, rougher, almost a whisper. "You look so damn pretty, I can't help but flirt a little."

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to let him notice it. You pushed him back again, keeping the smirk on your lips. "Yeah, yeah," you drawled, tilting your head. "Am I the first girl you've ever said this to? Or the fourth? Or ninetieth?"

He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. The truth was, Wally had a certain reputation, and everyone knew it. His charming smiles, teasing grins, and how he made girls feel like they were the center of his world… He never meant any of it. None of the girls he flirted with ever came close to you, to how you made him feel.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze held yours, unwavering.

"None of those girls were you," he said quietly. "And none of them meant anything to me."

With a dramatic sigh, you place your hand over your forehead, pretending to swoon. "Oh, Wally! How you make my heart race!"

His laugh was loud, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flip every single time you heard it. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he nudged you in the stomach. "Oh, shut up," he said, grinning. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

"And you love it," you shot back, tilting your chin up in defiance.

Wally didn't answer immediately. Instead, his smirk faded slightly, and it made your chest feel too tight. He took a step closer again.

"Yeah," he admitted, voice just above a whisper. "I do."

The teasing had completely vanished now. Your throat suddenly felt dry, your pulse hammering in your ears. Something in his eyes told you that he wasn't playing anymore.

Your mouth opened, but before you could say anything, he lifted a hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a second too long, his touch light, but it managed to burn right through you.

He knew exactly what he was doing. The way he spoke, the way his gaze bore into you, the slight grin on his lips—it was all too deliberate, too calculated, and it made your pulse quicken. His eyes didn't lie, it was pure desire that clouded them and his judgment too. Wally had always been a flirt with everyone, and you were no exception. There had always been playful and flirty banter between you, but it was nothing more than a game. Nothing more than playful teasing. This? This felt different, it felt real. Lines were getting blurry, and your body was reacting in a way you never thought possible.

"You're trouble, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw.

Your breath hitched. "Takes one to know one," you whispered back.

His eyes darkened, and for a second, you thought he was going to close the distance between you completely. Your heart slammed against your ribs, anticipation running through every nerve in your body.

With a smooth, effortless motion, Wally pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. He knew you were watching him, and you did. You watched him, you couldn't tear your eyes away, hypnotized by his every movement, by the way the moonlight caressed his skin, his body gleaming under the soft light. You had seen him shirtless plenty of times before–he loved to work out and flaunt what he'd earned. But tonight? Tonight felt so much different. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you let your gaze travel down his chest, the way his abs tightened as he took off his shorts, kicking them aside, leaving only his boxers on. "You coming?" his voice was casual. But the way his eyes roamed over you, the way his smirk depended as he noticed the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, it was anything but innocent. "Go ahead," he added, nodding toward the water. "Get in first. I'll be right behind you."

You folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head as you arched a brow. "Oh, I see what you're doing," you mused, propping yourself on your hip. "You want me to strip first so you can get a show, huh?"

Wally's grin became bigger, shameless, and cocky. "And if I do?" he murmured.

"Then that makes you predictable," you shot back, tilting your head trying to feign disinterest.

His smirk didn't waver. If anything, it grew bolder. "Or just a man with very good taste," he countered smoothly, stepping closer. "But, hey, if you're too shy—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed the hem of your white shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it drop carelessly onto the ground. His smirk vanished. It was only for a second, but you saw it, the way his throat bobbed, the way his gaze dropped, drinking every inch of you. Satisfaction curled in your stomach.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. That cocky smirk? Gone. Replaced by something you couldn't quite place, something darker, deeper. Something raw.

You stepped toward the pool, your back to him, deliberately ignoring his presence, pretending you didn't feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. "You were saying?" you teased, sliding your skirt down inch by inch, slowly, letting it slip past your thighs and pool at your feet before stepping out of it. "What was that about me being too shy?"

A smirk tugged at your lips as you tilted your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Victory. He wasn't smirking anymore—his mouth slightly parted, eyes darker, stance tense like he was barely holding himself together. You had him right where you wanted him.

But you weren't done. If he wanted a show, he was gonna get one.

Keeping your gaze locked on his, you let your hands drift behind your back, fingers working the clasp of your lace bra with infuriating slowness. You could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling faster.

The straps slid down your shoulders, the cool night air hitting your skin, making your nipples harden instantly. And still, you watched him, letting his gaze devour you. Letting the bra drop, you let yourself bask in the way his pupils dilated, the way his hands clenched, every single vein and muscle in his arms tensing like he was fighting every instinct to move towards you and touch you.

And he was. God, he was fighting it, hard. Every demon inside him was telling him to grab you, to pull you close to him, to feel your skin against his, to claim you.

With a wicked grin, you toyed with the waistband of your lace black underwear, sliding it down, teasing him slowly. "Cat got your tongue, Clark?" you chuckled. Before he could answer, you turned your head and slipped into the pool.

When you submerged in the water, disappearing from his view, he let out a sharp exhale, the sound more like a whimper. As you resurfaced, he could've sworn he stopped breathing. You were everything he had ever wanted, and to see you there, bare, wet, and exposed? It was almost too much for him to handle.

His hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling with the effort to restrain himself. His gaze didn't waver—it never left your body, exploring every inch of you.

You looked mesmerizing, the way the moonlight made your wet skin glow underneath it. He was desperate to touch you, to run his hands over your perfectly soft skin.

You ran your hands over your wet, slicked-back hair, your gaze on him. Wally stood there, frozen, eyes dark and fixed on you.

It was intoxicating, the power you had over him.

"What happened to all that smooth talk, Clark?" you teased, tilting your head, a playful smirk on your lips. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

That did it.

Wally's jaw locked, his hands clenched at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. For a second, you thought he might actually fight it—might crack a joke, roll his eyes, brush it off like he always did, return to his usual cocky self.

But then, without hesitation, he shoved his boxers down and kicked them aside. His eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He stood before you, the hard lines of his body tense with restraint, every muscle in his stomach flexing as he fought for control. And then there was the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, thick and hard, a blatant display of everything he wanted—everything he wanted from you.

A shiver went down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach as your eyes slowly flickered up to his.

He didn't say a word. He just stepped forward, smoothly, deliberately, like a predator hunting its prey, before dipping into the pool. The water rippled as he disappeared beneath the surface. And then, he surged back up, breaking through the water right in front of you, so close that droplets splashed on your face, so close that his lips nearly brushed yours as he exhaled a deep, slow breath.

You inhaled sharply, instinctively swimming back, but his hands were already on your waist, locking you in place. Holding you right there, right where he wanted.

“What happened to all that smooth talk, sweetheart?" he repeated your exact words, the term of endearment making your stomach flip. His voice low, almost teasing. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

Your pulse hammered against your ribs. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to smirk even as every nerve in your body buzzed with anticipation. This was dangerous, you knew it, and he did too.

But neither of you seemed to care.

"You think you're real cute, don't you?" his voice was low and rough, every word seemed to vibrate through your chest as his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. His voice made your knees weak.

You grinned, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "I don't think," you whispered. "I know."

A low growl rumbled in his throat. And suddenly, you weren't smirking anymore. There wasn't a single hint of playfulness in his eyes. They were filled with pure and raw heat. Dangerous, Hungry. His grip tightened, pulling you flush against him. Beneath the water, skin met skin, heat against heat. It was undeniable now, impossible to ignore, impossible to run away from. Everything you tried to ignore, every line you'd both tried so hard not to cross.

Everything was collapsing in on itself.

This was happening.

This was real.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His voice was thick with frustration, like he was holding back every ounce of self-control. Every inch of him trembled beneath your hands, his chest rising and falling too fast, his fingers digging into your waist. The struggle was written all over his face. He wanted you. You could see it. Feel it. He was trying so hard to hold back.

And God, he wanted to. You could feel it in the way his body tensed against yours, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his lips hovered right there, barely an inch away, like he was dying to close the distance. Dying to taste you.

You inhaled sharply, your heart slamming against your ribs. What the hell were you doing?

Stripping in front of him? Letting him see you like this, bare and exposed? Teasing him? Knowing exactly what it would do to him?

It wasn't like you at all.

It wasn't like either of you.

This wasn't the playful banter you'd always shared. It never got further than simple jokes and meaningless teasing. This? This was territory neither of you had ever ventured into. There was a thin, fragile line. You wanted to cross it. You needed to. But the fear... the fear of losing everything you had—the fear of losing him—kept you hanging on, just barely.

Wally swallowed hard, his fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns against your skin. "You're dangerous," he whispered again, lower this time, rougher, as if the words were ripped straight from his chest. His hands tightened against your hips beneath the water, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for hesitation—begging for it, for a reason to stop.

But there was none.

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think. "Am I?"

His breath caught a subtle tremor in his jaw. "Don't tease me," he growled. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

But you did.

And so did he.

His forehead dipped to yours, his breathing uneven. Your hands slid up, curling around the back of his neck, fingers threading through his wet hair. His eyes squeezed shut like he was trying—really trying—to fight it.

But there was nothing left to fight.

You’d both lost this battle a long time ago.

"You know this changes everything," he whispered, his voice raw, breaking over the words. His thumb brushed your skin, so painfully slow, like he was memorizing you, like he was savoring this moment.

Your chest tightened. You knew he was right. You knew this was it—the point of no return.

But it was too late for second thoughts.

Your lips parted, breath shaking. His eyes darkened at the sight of your open mouth, the sounds of your shaky breath making his pulse quicken. He was undone. Completely undone. All his hesitation, his willpower, his good intentions. Gone. He was drowning in you.

"Maybe it should," you whispered.

A sharp inhale. His hands gripped you tighter, and his forehead dropped fully against yours. "You have no idea what you're saying."

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Oh, I think I do."

His head lifted just enough for your eyes to lock, his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. His mouth was right there. Just a little more...

"You don't fucking get it," he rasped, his hands sliding up, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs. "If we do this—if I kiss you—I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to just pretend it didn’t happen. You know that, don’t you?”

Your pulse slammed in your throat, and you nodded, barely breathing.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your skin, like he was trying to soothe himself, trying to keep his composure. But you could feel it—the tension radiating off him, the heat rolling off his body even beneath the water.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" you whispered.

His eyes darkened, the grip on your waist tightening, pressing into your skin, making you groan. You were sure he was going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. 

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. "You think this is a fucking game?"

“A little," you replied, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

Wally let out a strained, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in his eyes. No playfulness was left in the smile that painted his face. “You wanna keep playing?” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, something deeper, dangerous. “Because I can play, sweetheart. But you better be ready for what happens when I stop holding back. When I stop pretending, we can go back to how things were. When I stop fucking pretending we're just friends.”

With a growl, he pushed you through the water until your back hit the edge of the pool. The impact and the feeling of the cold tiles sent a sharp shiver down your spine, making you gasp. The way he mandhandled you with such ease, his grip so possessive, the way his body caged you in completely, it made your head spin. 

His lips brushed yours—just barely. But it was enough to make your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, like he was the only thing keeping you standing.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, pleading. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You should say it. You should push him away, laugh it off, pretend like this was just another game, another moment of playful teasing between best friends who had spent years toeing the line.

But you didn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

Instead, your fingers crept up his neck, nails tracing the hard line of his jaw, tightening in his wet hair, pulling him closer, your body pressing against his beneath the water. You felt the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers dug into your ribs, his thumb caressing your breasts, like he was barely hanging on.

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered, “I dare you.”

A sharp inhale. His hands tightened. "Don't," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "I swear, if you keep looking at me like that—"

"Like what?" you interrupted, faking innocence as your fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping over his hard muscles.

His breath left him in a shaky exhale. "Like you want this."

Your lips curled. "Who says I don't?"

A low groan rumbled from his chest, his restraint hanging by a thread. His hands slid down slowly, gripping, teasing, like he was testing himself—testing you. “You don’t get it.”

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I do," you whispered, your mouth just barely on his, so close he could feel your words on his skin. "You're the one who doesn't."

His jaw ticked. "Don't push me," he warned, his voice a painful growl. 

You tilted your head, dragging your nose against his. "Why? Afraid you'll give in?"

"Afraid I won't be able to stop."

A wicked smile danced on your lips as you leaned in, your mouth grazing the corner of his. Not a kiss—just a taste. "You know what I think?” you murmured, your teeth just barely scraping against his lips, leaving the most devastating kiss there. “I think you’ve thought about this. A lot.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you taunted him, your voice nothing but a breath, a challenge, a plea. "Just tell me I'm wrong, and we'll stop, we'll forget any of this happened, we'll just—"

His patience snapped.

His hands slid down your waist, gripping your thighs before he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around him. A choked gasp escaped your lips as you felt all of him, thick and hard, pressing right against your soaked core. A groan tore from his throat, guttural and desperate, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, bruising you. 

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “You keep grinding on me like that and I fucking swear–” His words cut off into a sharp inhale as you grinded against him again. 

You rolled your hips against him, dragging your slick heat over the hard ridge of his cock, and his entire body tensed.  

A sharp, wrecked groan tore from his throat, his grip turning bruising as he slammed your body harder against the cool tile. His mouth was on you in an instant—biting, licking, claiming—his teeth scraping your jaw, his tongue lapping at the spot he just marked, soothing it just to do it all over again. 

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. 

You swallowed hard. The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them.

Stop.

No, you wouldn’t. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going, to touch you right where you needed him the most, to make you his, to claim you, to possess you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, on your entire body. You needed this, the release–you needed him. 

“Say. It.” His groan was raw, wrecked. His hands ghosted up your thighs, slow, teasing, so agonizingly close to where you needed them. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

You stayed silent. 

His lips curled into a dark smirk. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

His hands flexed, gripping your thighs tighter, dragging your hips flush against him, grinding against your core so hard and deep it made your breath catch.

“Fuck, you feel that?" he groaned, his voice rough dripping with need. "Feel how hard you make me? You did that, sweetheart. You."

His lips brushed your jaw, teasing, before his teeth sank into your skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you whimper. His tongue soothed the spot, only to bite again, harder this time.

"You don't think I've noticed? The way your eyes are on me when you think I'm not watching? The way your whole body reacts to me?"

His fingers dug into your hips, hard, making you gasp, dragging your body against him once more, letting you feel every single inch of how much he wanted you.

Fuck.

"You've been playing a dangerous game, baby," he growled. "Playing dumb, acting like all those little teases, all those flirty smiles, all those times you touched me without meaning to—like they didn't mean anything."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"But we both know that's not true, don't we?" His grip became stronger by the minute, his fingers slithering lower, teasing the edge of your stomach, dancing along your skin with agonizing precision. He knew what he was fucking doing, he wanted to drive you insane, the same way you drove him to the brink of insanty.

"You know it's not true. Deep down, you always knew exactly what you've been doing to me."

And he was right.

Every glance, every touch, every smile, every almost—you’d been testing him, taunting him. Watching, waiting, wondering how far you could push before he snapped.

And now? He was breaking apart.

His fingers inched lower, making your entire body arch against him, desperate, aching, starving for more.

Please, please, please.

A gasp tore from your throat as his fingers finally found your aching clit, pressing down in slow, agonizing cirles.

Oh, fuck.

Your head fell back against the cool tile, your breath coming out in ragged pants. This was different. He was different. This wasn't the Wally you were used to—your best friend, the sweet, flirty, cocky, Wally who loved teasing you just as much as you teased him.

This was someone else, a completely different version of him you'd never seen before. Dangerous.

"I think you know how much I fucking want you," he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes dark, desperate, completely feral with need. "And you've been pretending you don't feel it, too."

You swallowed hard, but no words would come out. What could you say? That he was wrong? That this was just another game?

It wasn't. Not anymore.

You'd crossed every line, and there was no going back.

Your entire body trembled as his fingers moved harder, faster, making your entire world narrow to the feeling of his fingers against your aching core.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath coming in gasps, but you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Not when you were falling apart in his hands.

Not when you felt so good pressed against him.

So fucking good.

"And now, baby?" His tongue brushed over your lips, slowly. "Now you're gonna find out exactly what happens when you push me too fucking far."

On his knees

Disclaimer // 18+ content.

Summary: you are pissed about the fact that rafe was flirting with some women and to show you just how sorry he is he gets down on his knees

Pairing: rafe cameron x gf reader

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Tanneyhill was way too quiet for your liking. The only sound echoing through the grand halls was the sharp click of your heels as you paced back and forth in the living room, arms crossed tight against your chest.

You could still see it. Her hand lingering on his arm a little too long, that overly bright laugh, the way she leaned in like she owned him.

And Rafe? He just stood there. Letting it happen.

Sure, it was for some business deal—selling some overpriced property or whatever excuse he had, but did he really need to let her practically throw herself at him? For money?

You huffed, your voice filling the empty space, “I mean, seriously, Rafe? She was all over you! And you just stood there like it was nothing!”

From behind, you heard the familiar creak of the front door shutting, his footsteps heavy as they approached.

“Baby, come on,” Rafe’s voice was calm, too calm, like he wasn’t phased at all. “It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t flirting—”

“You let her flirt with you!” you snapped, spinning to face him, your frustration bubbling over. “What, was I supposed to just stand there and watch? Like I’m invisible?”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, but his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and serious now. “Sit.”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden change in tone. “What? No, Rafe, sitting isn’t gonna—”

“Sit.” His voice was lower this time, more of a command than a request.

You sank onto the couch, still fuming, arms crossed tight.

To your surprise, Rafe didn’t sit beside you. Instead, he dropped down to his knees right in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing for an entirely different reason.

His blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin.

“Showing you how much I love you,” he murmured. “That girl didn’t mean shit. You’re the only one that matters. You’ve got me, baby. All of me.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slowly slid up your thighs, fingers grazing against the hem of your dress. His touch was gentle, deliberate, as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your knee before trailing higher.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re mad,” he mused, his lips brushing against your skin, voice dripping with something dark and possessive. “Drives me crazy.”

You bit your lip, torn between staying mad and melting into him. But then his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and his mouth followed, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“You don’t need to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “I only want you.”

His fingers hooked under the hem of your dress, dragging it up agonizingly slow, eyes never leaving yours as he spread your legs wider. He kissed up your thighs, each press of his lips sending shivers up your spine. His hands were firm, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His mouth hovered just above where you needed him most, teasing you, making you squirm beneath his hold. “You’re already so wet for me,” he rasped, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

Then, finally, his lips met you, a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue that sent a shockwave through your entire body. You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging as he worked you over with precision, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

Rafe groaned against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk against his face, but he held you firm, not letting you escape the pleasure he was determined to give. His tongue was relentless, switching between slow, teasing strokes and deep, intense movements that had you gasping his name.

Your thighs trembled around his head as he sucked, licked, and devoured you like he was starved. He didn’t stop, not when your body arched off the couch, not when your legs threatened to close around him—he only growled, gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you wide open for him.

The tension in your belly coiled tighter, heat blooming through your veins as the pleasure built higher and higher until—

You shattered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Rafe didn’t let up, drawing it out, his tongue flicking lazily as he licked you through your high.

When you finally sagged back against the couch, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips slick with your release, his eyes dark and full of hunger.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up, pressing a slow, filthy kiss against your lips.

“Next time you get jealous,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, “remember exactly who you belong to.”

Wally’s Dirty Little Slut

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Summary: You need Wally to ruin you. Who knew all you needed to do was ask?

Author Note: Hiya! Thanks for all the support! I hope you enjoy more Dom Wally! I know I do! ;)

Wally is your afterlife fuck buddy? Boyfriend? You didn’t really do labels. Every ghost knew you had chemistry.

He was so sweet and thoughtful. He always made sure you were taken care of. Whether that meant getting you your favorite snacks or lending you his letterman when you were cold. He kind of revolved around you. Not that you minded in the slightest.

Originally it had started out as a primal need. He had been dead for a while and you were chronically horny even as a ghost. Even then he was so soft and gentle with you.

He treated you as if you were made of glass. Now that doesn’t mean the sex is bad. It’s not but you wanted him to ruin you. You saw that glint he got in his eye when you were sassy or teased him. You knew he could break you and boy did you want it.

So after the obligatory movie night you were buzzing. The way his biceps looked as he held you and him lifting the entire couch from the teacher’s lounge by himself got you extremely flustered. You needed him. Not in a soft love making way. You needed to feel like his own personal slut. You craved it.

Once the credits rolled you grabbed his hand and pull him quickly behind you. You head towards the principals office. Once you get inside you let go of Wally’s hand and start closing all of the blinds.

“Y/n, what are we doing in here?” Wally asks while looking around the office. Peaking at nicknacks on the bookshelves. “Wally, sit down please.” You motion towards the chair as you hop up onto the desk right in-front of it. “Okayyy. Is everything alright? You are kinda freaking me out.” Wally asks wearily.

“Yes everything is fine. I just need to get you alone.” You shrug lips pursed at him. Wally lifts an eyebrow at you curiously. You sit like that until you gain your courage back. “Ugh, okay fine. I need you. And not how I normally have you.” You say confusing the poor guy more than he already is. “You have all of me? What more are you looking for?” He questions resting his hands on your knees. You fidget anxiously picking at your nails before releasing a huff.

“I want you to ruin me.” You say carefully giving him your best sultry look to seal the deal. He chokes out a cough in surprise before standing between your legs. “You want me to ruin you?” He lets out a husky laugh. Your cheeks heat as you nod up at him.

“So my sweet girl wants to be my dirty little slut?” He teases wrapping his hands around your throat giving it a nice squeezing causing you to let out a little whimper. You look up at him mesmerized and extremely turned on. A harsh smack lands on your inner thigh. A gasp escaping you as Wally says “I need an answer. Now.” You stumble over your words before whispering out “Yes please.”

His smirk widens as he slowly lowers himself back into the chair. “ Only good sluts get to cum. Why don’t you show me how good you can be for me and get on your knees.” He widens his legs and shimmies his sweats down until him semi hard on pops out.

You quickly hop off the desk sinking to the cold tile on your knees. You grab onto the base of his cock before running your tongue teasingly across the slit. “Don’t be a fucking tease.” He grunts out hands clenched on the armrests. You nod before swirling your tongue around the tip and dragging it down the vein underneath. Then you bring the tip into your mouth swirling your tongue in fast circles.

Wally grabs your hair into a ponytail tilting your head to look up at him. “I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck your throat.” You flutter your lashes up at him as he slowly pushes his cock further down your throat. His pace starts slow pushing you down until you gag for him and those tears spring to your eyes. Then his pace quickens.

He throws his head back as he shoves his cock all the way down your throat. You gag tears falling freely but fuck you needed this. His abuse continues until you feel his cock twitch, he yanks your ponytail pulling you completely off his cock before lifting you to your feet and pushing you to sit back on the desk.

His hands pull your pants and panties off before pushing on your chest forcing you to lay back as he spreads your legs. “Fuck you are a dirty girl. Your pussy is weeping for me and I haven’t even touched you.” He smirks. His rough hands drag up your thighs spreading you open for him. He leans down licking a thick stripe up your slit, a whine falling from your lips.

He loved eating your pussy and almost forgot his task at the taste of you. He stands back up a whimper falling from your lips. He lands a swift smack to your clit pulling a scream from you. “Feet on the floor and bend over this desk.” You scramble off the desk laying your stomach onto the cold wood.

He hums at your obedience. “Being so good for me. You must be really desperate.” He laughs out before landing a swift smack to your bare ass. It has you clenching your hands around the edge of the desk and spreading your legs wider for him.

He drags the tip oh his cock through your wetness before plunging all the way into you. A scream leaves your lips as he pistons his hips quickly into you not allowing you anytime to adjust.

He has a bruising grip on your hip with one hand and the other tangles into your hair pulling your back to meet his chest. He wraps a hand around your throat fucking up into you so hard you are on your tiptoes. “This what you wanted sweet girl? Wanted me to fuck you stupid? To be my perfect dumb little slut. Taking me so fucking good.” Wally grunts in your ear.

Your brain is fried. A mindless babble leaving your mouth only being able to process the pleasure. You feel Wally’s hips give a sharp jerk as he snakes the hand at your hip around to toy with your clit. You cry out soaking his cock and clenching tightly around him causing his hips to stutter as spurt after spurt of cum fills you up. He thrusts a few more times until an overstimulated whine leaves you.

He softly pulls out laying your body back on the desk watching as his cum drips out of you. Once he’s satisfied with how much cum is dripping down your thighs he helps you get dressed before picking you up and taking you to the locker room to shower. He kisses your skin and whispers sweet nothings to you as he cleans you up. Still your sweet Wally even after ruining you.

Manhandle Me.

NSFW!!

Disclaimer--- This is the first smut I have ever written. I did not proof read this. Sorry... If you like it let me know and I will consider posting more! If you have prompts I would love to hear them! Much love! -L

Summary: You finally agree to go to homecoming with Wally Clark and your afraid the night is going to end a little to soft for you.

Wally had spent the last five years flirting with you constantly. He had never even kissed you but he just knew you were his. It didn't matter how many times you had rolled your eyes at his cheesy pickup lines or teased him endlessly about how 'old' he was. He had asked you to his homecoming dance for the 4th year in a row. You had wanted more than anything to go with him the first time he had asked but if you were gonna be stuck here with him for eternity you were gonna make him work for it.

You met him in front of the school wearing a dress that had his head swimming. He made you a corsage bearing his football number on it. You chuckled as his shaky hands slid it on to your wrist. He grabbed your hand walking and joking with you as he steered you towards the dance. You had found the other ghosts at the dance conjuring together. Rhonda was smirking at you eyes on your wrist. "Just say whatever you are thinking now before Wally gets back with our drinks." you shout over the music so she can hear you. Rhonda gave you a knowing look as she said " Are you finally giving into Wally's charms?".

You looked at her contemplating what to say. "I don't know if he can handle me." You say with a sigh. Rhonda smirks at you "You mean you don't know if he could manhandle you?" A chuckle escaped your lips. "Yea. Did they even know anything other than missionary back then?" Rhonda's eyes widen glancing over your shoulder. You slowly turn and catch eyes with a furious Wally. He hands your drinks off to Rhonda and grabs your hand pulling you with him as he walks quickly through the school. "Slow down! I am in heels." You pant as you run to keep up with him. He turns quickly and throws you over his shoulder as if your are weightless. You squeal and bang your fist against his back.

He only stops once you are in the silence of the room under the stage. He closes the hatch roughly as he allows you to slide off of his shoulder. His hands gripped tightly to your hips and his blown pupils focused on your face. " I was just joking Wally!" you rush out looking up at him trying to ignore the warmth that is rushing through you at the closeness. "You don't think I can handle you, Princess?" He says with a look you've never seen cross his face. You go to explain yourself and he shushes you holding your face in his hand. "I think I've heard enough from this pretty mouth tonight. So you are going to be a good girl and get on your knees for me."

You try to protest and his hand slides from your jaw to your throat squeezing just enough for you to stop talking. "Do as your told and maybe I'll prove how well I can handle a brat like you." He rasps out. You squeeze your thighs together feeling your panties getting wet and drop to your knees in front of him as he sits on the couch. His hand scooping your long curls into a ponytail. You look up at him through your lashes and wet your lips nervously. Your hands slowly glide up his suit covered thighs to the button popping it open and unzipping them. He lifts his hips sliding them and his boxers down to his ankles.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock. As you lean down to take him in your mouth he pulls your hair so you look up at him and he kisses you roughly before forcing himself to lean back panting. You grab his cock in your hand and it takes all of his willpower not to rip your dress off of you right then. You lean down letting spit drip from your mouth on to the tip while you keep your eyes locked on his. You place a wet kiss and wrap your mouth around the pretty pink tip. He sucks in air through his teeth hips jerking slightly. His hands tighten in your hair as you take more of him into your hot mouth. He groans "Just like that Princess." as he pushes your head to take more of him. He tries to let you take him at your pace but he can't stop himself from thrusting into your throat. And fuck when he sees the tears in your eyes he can't stop himself as he fucks your throat. You whimper on his cock reaching between your legs to play with your needy clit.

He stops pulling your mouth off loving that your lipstick is now a ring around his cock and smeared down your chin. "Get up. Now." he says roughly. " I would have loved to take care of this sweet little pussy nice and slow but someone had to be a fucking brat." he says inches from your lips as his hand brushes over your soaked panties circling your clit but not touching it. He turns you around quickly pushing you face down on the couch. He rips your panties off your legs putting them in his letterman jacket for later. "Such a pretty pussy." He mumbles as he spreads the wetness around with the head of his cock. His tip nudges against your entrance and then he is slamming into you with so much force it knocks the air from your lungs. A noise between a squeak and a moan leaves your lips. He pounds into you hands gripping your hips so tightly that you know you'll have bruises. "Come on Princess let's here how well you scream my name." he grunts pulling you against his chest by your hair. He wraps his massive hand around your throat the other still holding your hip as he bites onto your bare shoulder. You let out a whine which only encourages him to continue his abuse of your pale skin.

His hips continue their brutal pace as he marks from your shoulder to your ear with hickies. Whimpers and moans spilling from your lips too cock drunk to even complain. "Gonna make sure everyone knows you are mine. Gonna show you just how many positions I know. Gonna fill this pussy up till you crave my cock and mine alone." He whispers against your ear. His filthy mouth pushing you closer to the edge. He continues whispering praises in your ear as his hand reaches around to toy with your clit. He quickly rubs circles on it as he thrust up into you. You scream "Wally! I'm gonna cum. Gonna..fuck!" You dive over the edge spasming around him. He continues fucking into you, hips stuttering continuing to rub your overstimulated clit. You cry out trying to push his hand away from your center as he cums fucking it into you until your legs are twitching and he is holding you up against him.

His hand slides back around your throat squeezing lightly. "Are you gonna keep being a fucking brat?" He rasps in your ear cock still inside you. You smile lazily up at him. "Probably." you giggle. He lets out a chuckle slowly removing himself from you as you whine at the empty feeling. He helps you lay flat and cleans you up, the giant smile on his face never leaving. "I have eternity to fuck the brat out of you Princess and I will fuck it out of you." He threatens laying down on the couch with you pulling you into his side and planting a kiss on your forehead.

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wally clark that’s a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly he’s all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that can’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.

wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when you’re trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. “you look so fucking pretty under me, baby”. wally clark that’s like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. “what’re you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?” “gonna say it was you” “you’re fucking right you will, baby”

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Boyfriend Simon Elroy (NSFW)

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Simon is exactly the type of romantic who takes your favorite color or favorite movie or favorite holiday very fucking seriously. Everything you tell him, he commits to memory. Tattoos it on his brain so he'll never forget. You only eat the green M&Ms? He'll pick them out of every bag and hand them to you like treasures. You hate it when the sauce touches your spaghetti before you can mix it yourself? He'll replate everything over and over again until you smile. And he does it all like it's no big deal, nothing to see here; mid-conversation, making a joke, totally whatever.

Simon is exactly the type to be sarcastic, wields his dark sense of humor like a test—none shall pass—but knows when to brighten himself up if you need a boost. He'll defend your honor against anyone, disguising sharp remarks behind a smile as he cuts down the passive-aggressive idiots who try to make you rethink your values. He's soft words in harsh tones; observations collected over hours spent together; always studying you, always learning, always finding new ways to make you feel like the sun.

Simon is exactly the type to keep a hand in your back pocket and kiss your neck after he walks you to class. Yeah, he knows you're independent, but he doesn't give a shit, gimme your bag, babe, or suffer the consequences. He isn't into soft affection for the sake of it, but he'll find reasons to touch you. Funny enough, despite that quirk, he does like to roughhouse at the drop of a hat. Grab you around the waist and bodily move you where he wants you. Throw you over his shoulder when you suffer decision fatigue and have been standing in front of the squishmallows for twenty minutes.

Simon is exactly the type to make the little moments significant. Celebrates every achievement like it's the cure for cancer. He'll put together backyard picnics under the stars because he can't afford a restaurant. He'll set up a blanket fort around his bed to watch scary movies in the dark after you admit you've never seen The Ring. Even secretly calls your phone right as the end credits start to roll and cackles when you jump a foot in the air. Bundles you up and rocks you, kisses you until you say you forgive him.

But Simon is also the type to get obsessed. He isn't controlling, just wants to make sure his girl is okay, taken care of, happy at all times. Because if she isn't, there will be hell to pay and Simon will gleefully be the one to unleash it. He would go to the ends of the earth for you, no questions asked. You want sushi from that place in Milwaukee—an hour and a half away, and closed on Sundays—Simon WILL make that happen. He's the first one there and the last to leave, helps clean up the basement after everyone exits Game Night. Doesn't expect anything in return. You know that if you get hurt, he'll nurse you back to health, a bit of a helicopter mom, and that he'll also fucking murder whoever's responsible. (You've never seen the school patch a crack in the pavement so fast...)

Simon is also the type who doesn't get jealous. He isn't territorial. He doesn't worry about you if another guy decides to make his move; watches in amusement because he knows dickhead Dom Sawyer can't do what Simon does for you. He simply raises a brow at the guys who try to pretend Simon doesn't exist. It's only if and when you get uncomfortable that Simon intervenes, "You okay, beautiful?" and extricates you from the situation, a protective arm around your waist.

Simon is exactly the type who makes promises he doesn't break. If he swore to make you scream his name, that's exactly what you'll be doing, no matter how long it takes. "Come on, beautiful, I know you can be louder than that..." He's methodical, thorough, has done the research and gathered the evidence, your honor, this is what word to spell with his tongue to make you squirt. And Simon loves to make you come as many times as you can take, groaning as he tastes you, his lips and chin dribbling, his eyes rolled back in his head as he tries to get his tongue deeper. He listens to you, knows your limits, won't cross them even when his curiosity is begging him to. Giving you pleasure gives him pleasure, and sometimes he won't even have to fuck you to get off. He doesn't get embarrassed, is sure of himself, just gives you a wolfish smirk and starts all over again. Makes you taste yourself on his tongue before he decides to use his fingers this time. "You want to come again, love? Say it. Tell me what you want."

Simon is definitely the type to fuck slow when he does have you beneath him. He's traditional in some aspects. Prefers missionary to anything else because he needs to see your eyes, to gaze deeply into them as he rocks into you, angled perfectly to tease you. "You feel amazing, beautiful girl," he murmurs as he kisses your neck and pinches your nipple. "You're so perfect, fuck, I'm so lucky." And then, finally, he'll position himself just right to hit your g-spot, ram into it until you and he come together.

Simon isn't vanilla. He'll secret you away to a bathroom at the arcade or have you ride him behind the Peddie's barn when there's a tailgate. He just knows what he likes and that's all there is to it. But if there's something you want to try, he's more than willing, "Anything for you, love."

Simon is exactly the type who knows how to laugh during sex. He's silly and doesn't take himself too seriously. Honestly, he just loves the way you sound when you giggle, he doesn't care what's happening when you do. Simon doesn't get drowsy after, either. He gets hype; wants to play; loves to tickle you into submission and then snuggle the shit out of you as he talks to you about plans he's made for you and him to travel to New York Comic Con. He tucks your hair behind your ear, blushes at his own gesture—like he can't quite believe he's allowed to be that intimate—and then smothers you in kisses so you won't notice how red his cheeks are.

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“I don’t know if I can drive home in this.”

Eddie walked up behind you, peering over your head at the torrential downpour occurring outside. It was raining like crazy, so hard you could barely see right in front of you.

“Shit,” Eddie cursed. “I don’t know how the hell we didn’t hear that-“

“Couldn’t hear over the sound of you shaking in your boots over The Exorcist,” you teased.

“Hey, I was not scared,” Eddie said, looking at you seriously. “I was just…cold.”

“Sure,” you grinned, walking around him and back into the trailer. It was late, Wayne had long ago left for work. You were supposed to be having a movie night with Steve and Robin, but they bailed at the last second, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“I wasn’t scared!” he called back. He shut the front door, locking it, and followed you back into the living room. “So, uh…I guess you’re spending the night here?”

“I guess so,” you agreed. “Because I can’t drive in all that.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Uh…”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well I don’t, exactly…have somewhere for you to sleep?”

“You have a bed, don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but-“

“But what, you don’t want to share with me?”

Eddie blushed. “No- I mean, I do- wait, fuck-“

You beamed. “Perfect, then. We can just share. I don’t mind.”

Eddie minded. The ache in his jeans certainly minded, the thought of you in his bed only making it worse. What did you sleep in? He pictured you in nothing but your underwear, cuddling up to him for warmth-

You happily bounded into his bedroom, making yourself at home on the bed. It wasn’t the biggest, enough for the two of you but you’d be close. You looked up at Eddie, standing frozen at the bottom of the bed.

Eddie’s mouth went dry at the sight of you laying on his bed. You were leaning back on your elbows, looking up at him with this innocent expression that made his cock twitch. If he wasn’t so scared of ruining the friendship he would just say that - well, not about his cock, but that he found you beautiful. That he wanted to kiss you really, really badly right now.

“I don’t have any clothes with me,” you said. “Do you, uh, have anything I could borrow?”

Eddie snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I have some t-shirts you can use. I have pajama pants, if they’ll fit?”

“I’m good in just a t-shirt,” you smiled. You went to his dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out an old Hellfire shirt. “Perfect!”

Eddie was frozen as you took off to the bathroom with his shirt. You were going to sleep in just the shirt? In his bed? With him? He half expected you to kick him out and make him sleep on the couch, but when you came back dressed in nothing but his oversized shirt and your panties, dropping down into his bed and looking at him expectantly - he realized this was really happening.

Eddie stripped down to his boxers and flipped the light switch, climbing into the bed next to you. He could feel the warmth of your body against his. He’d never been so close to a girl before, and it was setting his body alight, every nerve ending on fire.

He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. But then you turned over, eyes closed, and threw your leg over his. Your knee brushed against his cock and despite his best efforts it came stirring to life again, right against your leg.

He tried to adjust you, to move your leg away from his growing problem, but every time he’d try you’d grumble in your sleep and move it back. The brushing against his dick was exacerbating the problem quickly, and he was terrified by the very real possibility that you were going to wake up to find him rock hard right next to you.

He thought of everything to bring his boner down - all kinds of non-sexy thoughts running through his mind. But you were still there, right on top of him, and oh god-

“Eddie?” you said sleepily. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You moved your leg to remove it from his waist, but you hit something hard instead. Eddie involuntarily groaned at the sudden sensation, then quickly covered his face with his hands.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t know why that’s happening, I just- you’re so-“ Eddie stopped himself before he could put his foot in his mouth any more than it already was.

“I’m just so what?” you asked, a teasing lilt to your voice that almost made him think you were enjoying this.

“Please forget I said anything,” Eddie begged, utterly humiliated. “Seriously, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

“Why would it ruin our friendship?” you asked, running your fingernails up his bare chest. He shivered beneath your touch.

“Because- because you don’t like me back like that?” he said, suddenly unsure with the way you were touching him, maybe even…flirting?

“Says who?”

Eddie swallowed. “I- I don’t know.”

Your hand drifted lower until it was brushing over his erection, and Eddie was in the palm of your hand, literally and figuratively. He groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. “What are you doing t’me?”

“Making you feel good, it looks like,” you said. He could hear the smirk in your voice, and it only made him ache even more. You wrapped your hand around his clothed cock and squeezed it, making him whine.

“You like that?” you whispered. Eddie nodded quickly, don’t stop, please don’t ever stop-

You removed your hand. Eddie uncovered his eyes to look at you, to ask why you’d stopped, when he saw you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down enough to release his cock.

“Hah-“ Eddie breathed a strangled moan as you touched his bare cock for the first time, twitching hard in your hand, like it was begging you to do more. “Fuck-!”

“It’s so pretty,” you mused, watching your hand work him up. He was growing even harder from your touch, his tip flushed red and leaking. Eddie whined again, canting his hips up into your hand. “Use your words, Eddie.”

“Please,” he gasped. “Don’t stop, please, keep going. Feels so good.”

You couldn’t help but smirk when he was begging you like that, so desperate for more of you. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” he admitted easily, his mind already gone to the feeling of your hand between his legs. “Never.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

His eyes popped open. “W-What?”

“Do you want to kiss me?” you asked again, the soft smile on your lips all he could stare at.

“So bad,” he groaned. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his and his hand immediately tangled in your hair, holding your face close to his. He kissed you like he’d seen people kiss in the movies, all tongue and lips and passion. It surprised you, and you found yourself moaning into it, speeding up your hand on his cock.

“Can I have you?” he asked, looking up at you with those big innocent yet hungry eyes. “Please. Need you so bad. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can have me,” you promised him, sinking back into his kiss. “You can have all of me.”

Eddie’s hand slid up your oversized t-shirt, feeling the soft skin of your sides and stomach, the smooth roundness of your breasts. His thumb brushed over the hardened peak of your nipple, making you let out the most delicious little moan into his mouth. He took the opportunity to lick against your tongue, tasting you.

“Your body is incredible,” Eddie muttered against your lips. “So fucking hot.” His large hands trailed to your back, feeling the skin there before dropping down to grip your ass, hardly covered by your panties at all. It was all too much for Eddie, he was worried he was going to bust right then and there.

“Need you now,” he growled, rolling you over so he was between your legs. His boxers were pushed down just enough to reveal his aching cock, your t-shirt pushed up over your tits. He slipped his hands beneath your panties and pulled them down, tossing them onto his floor.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said just as he lined himself up at your entrance. “Shit.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I still want it.”

His resolve was so weakened by that point, he didn’t care about the potential consequences. He dragged his cock through your folds, feeling your wetness. His tip pressed against your hole, and you drew in a sharp breath.

“S’big,” you mumbled, which just made Eddie’s chest swell with pride.

“Yeah, baby?” He kissed your neck, biting down and sucking hard, leaving a mark. He wanted everyone at school tomorrow to know who had fucked you.

“Yeah,” you said softly, the word turning to a whine as Eddie pushed inside of you. The stretch was more than you imagined, more full than you’d ever felt.

“Oh, christ,” Eddie moaned, feeling his cock fully enveloped by your pussy for the first time. It was like heaven. Eddie had never felt anything so incredible in his life, the perfect, tight heat of your cunt surrounding him sending his mind reeling.

“Eddie,” you whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled his hips back, leaving only his tip inside. He rolled his hips into you, sinking all the way back inside, and he moaned like he never wanted to feel anything else for the rest of his life.

Eddie set a comfortable pace, nothing too fast yet because he wanted to enjoy it and not cum in 2 seconds. A nice, steady, slow pace, pressing so deeply into you every time he thrusted in that it felt like you could feel him everywhere.

“Jesus, baby,” he moaned as he fucked you slow and deep, his face buried in your neck. “You’re so tight. I can’t believe how fuckin’ tight you are. I never knew it would feel this fuckin’ good.”

“Want more, Eddie,” you begged. “Please.”

Eddie increased the speed of his hips, the slap slap slapping sound getting louder in the small trailer as he fucked himself into you deeper and faster. His hips were pounding into you at a desperate pace, his old bed creaking, headboard thudding into the wall, leaving chips in the paint.

Liquid heat spread throughout his body, from his core through every limb. His thighs trembled as he neared his orgasm, your pussy tightening around him in a way that had him seeing stars.

“‘m close, Eddie,” you moaned. “Gonna cum all over your cock.”

“Yeah baby, that’s it. Show me. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”

You guided one of his hands down between your bodies to press against your clit. He got the message quickly, rubbing circles on it, building you higher and higher. You felt yourself climbing, nearly there-

You came around him hard, pussy throbbing around him as you drained his cock for every drop. Your orgasm set his own off, and he was pumping his load into you, your greedy pussy begging him for more, wanting everything he had to give.

Eddie pumped his hips into you until there was nothing left, until you were both too sensitive to do anything more. He pulled out of you and laid on the bed, an arm out for you to cuddle into. You took the invitation, cuddling against his sweaty body.

“You know how you were worried it would change things between us?” you asked quietly, only over the sound of both of your breathing.

“Yeah?” Eddie said. “What about it?”

“Maybe it should change things between us. I don’t know if I want to be your friend anymore.”

Eddie furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Maybe,” you said, “I want to be more.”

“What? Like…you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Is that what you want?” You felt anxiety for the first time that night, realizing that Eddie might not feel the same. That this might have really been just a casual fuck for him.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I want,” Eddie said, laughing. “Will you? Be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Eddie Munson,” you giggled. “I will be your girlfriend.”

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