To Be Loved By A Woman

To be loved by a woman

dbf!Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier Peña has been in your life for as long as you can remember. The perfect friend for your father. A gentleman with a charming smile and good taste. How can he resist you if he knows you feel the same way about him?

Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (not specified), dom!Javier, protected PIV, fingering, hair pulling

Wordcount: 2,9k

An: Javier is a gentleman as always. Hope you like pomegranate xx

Music I worked with: Les filles désir - Vendredi sur Mer

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For Javier Peña, nothing was impossible.

There was no situation he couldn't control. There was nothing he couldn't achieve.

That's why it irritated him so damn much that you were out of his reach.

That he couldn't look at you the incorrect way. Incorrect as his thoughts.

Oh how he longed to touch your silky skin…

How he longed to run his fingers through your hair…

How he longed to taste your lips...

But he couldn't.

He knew he couldn't.

So why was he knocking on the same door again? Why did he have a bouquet of roses with him? Why did he use his most expensive aftershave?

"Mr. Peña"

That's why.

A beautiful smile appeared on your lips as you appeared in the doorway. The red lipstick looked perfect on your lips and the red dress accentuated your hips perfectly.

Fuck, you were perfect.

Why it is you who steal his heart?

His thoughts…

…his everything.

“Cariño, I told you to call me Javier,” he smiled broadly, shaking his head in amusement. You laughed too and moved aside so he could go inside. He stopped next to you, greeting you with two kisses on the cheeks. The closest contact he could ever have with you.

“For you,” he said, placing a bouquet of roses towards you. You made a tender face looking at the flowers and accepted them, hugging them to your chest.

“Thank you, you didn't have to,” you thanked him, delighted that he brought you a gift again, as always. Even though he was visiting your father and not you.

Javier watched how beautiful you looked surrounded by flowers.

He looked at you for too long. As always.

He cleared his throat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and looked around the hall. As if that would distract him from you. A fool's dream.

"Your father?" he asked, glancing at you again.

“In his office,” you replied, looking at him with your beautiful, innocent eyes.

He looked at you for too long again.

He took a breath and nodded before moving to find your father. You closed the door, watching as his shirt strained with each movement of his arms until he disappeared behind the wall. You smiled and looked at the blood red roses and smelled them. They were soaked with his aftershave and cigarettes. The perfect mix.

Javier and your father had a long-standing friendship and common interests. He visited you at least a few times a month. Dinner, a glass of whiskey and sometimes even golf trips.

You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in your life.

That's why you were unavailable.

You were his friend's daughter.

His only daughter.

His princess.

The apple of his eye.

You smiled to yourself as you heard your father's joyful voice as he welcomed his friend. You put the flowers in a vase and placed them in the middle of the living room table. They were beautiful.

Just like you were in his eyes.

After an hour you found yourself sprawled on the couch, drinking champagne and talking on the phone. Like the true lady you were.

“He bought you a bouquet of roses. Again." Your friend's voice came on the phone. You hummed in agreement. “He recently bought you earrings,” she continued, “with real rubies,” she added more seriously. You nodded again and took a sip of champagne.

“They're beautiful, I must admit,” you laughed softly under your breath.

“Baby, even my boyfriend never did as much for me as he did for you,” she remarked in a high-pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

Your laughter bounced off the walls of the house, catching the attention of Javier who had just left the office. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he closed the door more quietly than necessary. He walked even more quietly through the hall just to hide behind one of the walls and listen to what you were talking about. And he could have cursed himself for what he was doing because he was acting like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself. Not when he heard your wonderful laugh.

"Haven't you thought about repaying him somehow?" your friend asked in an ambiguous tone.

"Of course I thought, I'm not a saint," you replied as if it was obvious. “But my father is a problem. I think so." Javier frowned as he listened to the muffled words.

Your father was… a problem?

“Or maybe it's some kind of male solidarity? Well, you know, like... You are my friend, so I won't fuck your daughter," you explained, sipping champagne.

For a moment, Javier wasn't sure if he heard you correctly or if you really said what you said. His breathing quickened at the thought that you might have been talking about him.

But... him? How on earth could you talk about-

“Those roses must have cost a fortune…” you sighed dreamily, looking at the bouquet. “I'd love to find out if he's as generous in bed as he is with gifts,” you admitted, biting your lip with a wide smile.

And then Javier's heart stopped for a moment, only to start beating several times faster.

Fuck, you were talking about him. Not just usual things… You said dirty things about him.

You were shamelessly talking about your fantasies about him with your friend.

Once the initial shock wore off, a smirk appeared on his lips.

Fuck, you actually said you wanted to have sex with him.

Javier felt so much happiness in his chest that he almost moaned with pleasure. And even though he wanted to keep listening, what he heard was enough for him.

Shaking his head in happiness, he returned towards the office just to play some stupid theatre. He slammed the door next to office and took loud steps on purpose so that you could hear him. He walked down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the living room. His eyes immediately fell on you and your eyes immediately fell on him. There was a strangely tense atmosphere in the room, or it just seemed that way to him.

As if beams of electricity were jumping between you.

You moved the phone away from your ear and placed it against your chest.

"Your father is asking where the whiskey from his birthday is," he spoke first. He looked and sounded normal, and gave no indication that he could hear anything. You believed it.

“Let him check in the dresser under the window,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Thanks, honey,” Javier nodded and returned to the office. You waited a moment and only when you heard the door slam did you start talking to your friend again.

“I'll get old before he finally decides to lay his hands on me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and you heard a snort in response.

For the next half hour you were in the kitchen covered in juice. You decided to do something nice and ended up peeling a pomegranate. And even though your hands were sticky with the red juice and the skin was getting under your nails, you smiled to yourself as you put each seed into the bowl.

Satisfied, you began to lick your fingers of the sweet juice and looked at the two bowls full of red seeds.

One of them had no trace of the slightest rind, but the other… well, the other had even more than a few.

You wiped your hands and, smiling, found yourself in front of your father's office door. Without knocking, you opened the door and saw two men laughing like children while sitting with an open bottle of whiskey.

“Princesa,” your father called when he noticed you. You smiled back at him and walked over to the desk they were sitting at, stopped next to him.

"I brought you something sweet," you said, placing a bowl of pomegranate seeds with the skin… in front of your father.

The second bowl landed perfectly in front of Javier, to whom you gave a pleasant smile. Again, his eyes were on you longer than they should have been.

“A woman like you is a treasure, princesa,” your father said, wrapping his arms around your waist with a warm smile. You leaned down, kissing his head and then started towards the exit. Javier's gaze was fixed on the red seeds that reflected the delicate light of the lamp.

Perfectly peeled.

Perfectly clean.

For him, not your father.

For him.

You went back to the kitchen, starting to clean up the mess you made. Taking your time, you threw away the leftover fruit and washed the dishes.

You were wiping the leftover juice off the counter when someone's hands tightened on your hips. You jumped in place, scared, and looked over your shoulder at what turned out to be Javier.

You breathed a sigh of relief and laughed nervously. “You scared me,” you said, amused. But then you noticed that he wasn't even smiling. He looked at you with a seriousness you had never seen from him.

Your smile slowly disappeared from your face as he stared at you silently. In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere between you changed dramatically. His hands on your hips began to burn your skin and the temperature in the room made you sweat.

You swallowed hard, scanning his eyes for signs of anything. And then, literally for a second, your eyes fell on his lips. For Javier, that second was enough.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked seriously, which made you confused. He didn't sound happy. Was he mad at you?

"What are you-"

“Don’t,” he interrupted you. You immediately closed your mouth. You looked at him like an innocent sheep, waiting for him to explain what was going on. “Don't play with me,” he said, shaking his head slowly as if warning you. You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to continue speaking.

Ineffective.

“I love your love language,” he began, looking deep into your eyes. “And since we both show it a little differently…,” he continued and his hands slowly slid down your hips to your thighs. You held your breath as his fingers hooked the hem of your dress, sneaking under the fabric and slowly pulling it up. “Let us try to find common language,” he whispered into your ear.

You closed your eyes, feeling shivers run through your entire body and bounce between your thighs. Javier ran his nose along your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss at the end as his hands uncovered your hips.

You started breathing heavily, watching his face with blurry eyes and at that moment, this look became his favorite.

Drunk by him.

His fingers slowly slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly began to slide them down to your thighs. His hands slowly moved up, squeezing your buttocks, making you moan. His hot breath bounced off your neck as his hand slowly moved to your lower abdomen and then lower.

You moaned as his fingers traced your clit to your entrance.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers tightening on your hip as he began to spread your juices with his other hand. "Silence."

You whimpered softly as his fingers began to slowly rub your clit. You tilted your head, leaning on his shoulder, which he immediately took advantage of by placing wet kisses along the entire length of your neck.

You panted heavily as you felt his fingers work wonders. You braced your hands on the kitchen counter, digging into his body. The excitement he was causing in you quickly turned into an impending orgasm.

“Javi…” you moaned, wanting to speak, but nothing else managed to come out of your mouth except gasps.

“Mmm, you're so sweet,” he murmured as he continued to kiss your neck.

He worshiped you.

Every part of you.

His fingers worked at the same pace from start to finish until you came with a high-pitched moan. Javier continued to caress your clit as long as you continued to thrust your hips into his hand, eager for an extension of the pleasure.

You shuddered one last time in his arms before he removed his hand. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but he wouldn't let you.

His hand pushed against your back, forcing you to rest on the counter. You blinked a few times, your mouth parting in shock at his decisive movements, and you glanced over your shoulder at him to speak. But the words got stuck in your throat when you saw him put a condom over his cock.

You immediately turned your head, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You fixed your gaze on the bouquet of roses bathed in the twilight, which now seemed even more beautiful. Javier gently moved your hair to the side and leaned close to your ear.

“With you, my male solidarity doesn't exist,” he whispered and didn't even give you a moment to realize that he had heard your conversation.

He slowly pushed his hard cock into you, making you moan and he gasped, stopping deep inside you. He breathed heavily against your ear for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

This is what heaven felt like to him.

It only lasted a few seconds before he straightened up, digging his fingers into your hips and starting to move his. You froze with your lips parted, your face twisting in pleasure as you felt him thrust into you with strong movements. Javier wasn't able to hold back and control the desire he had felt for you for so long.

After all this time, you were his.

He could finally touch you.

He could finally kiss you.

He could finally worship you.

He could finally make you scream his name in pleasure.

Each thrust was strong, perfectly perfumed, perfectly hitting every weak spot of yours. His cock would thrust into you over and over again and his balls would slap against your clit.

Fuck, you were in heaven.

Moans caught in your throat as you tried to catch your breath.

You weren't able to.

Javier growled every time he pounded into you all the way. Like the animal he became because of you. For you.

His hand found its way to your hair and in one movement he wrapped it around his wrist, pulling you back. You gasped, straightening up like a string.

“Tell me…” he panted against your ear, thrusting into you over and over again. “Do you think your father would be proud to see you now?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hair. You groaned, clenching your hands on the counter as if it would help you in any way.

You tightened around his cock in response and he laughed bitterly.

“How his little daughter being fucked on the kitchen counter?”

“No,” you choked out tearfully.

“You are fucking right,” he growled, letting go of your hair. In one move, he grabbed your wrists, pulling them back only to lock them behind your back. He pushed you against the counter, preventing you from moving. The cold marble touched your hot skin, which brought you no relief. You cried out as you felt his cock enter you at a perfect angle that made your knees tremble.

“Javi…” you squeaked, trying to warn him.

“Shhh,” he silenced you, glancing at your face before he went back to watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

Fucking Nirvana.

“You're going to cum like a good girl,” he gasped, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, feeling you slowly begin to tighten on him more and more often. “You are a good girl, right?” he asked, looking down at you with satisfaction.

Oh how much he had dreamed of this moment…

“Yes,” you cried, feeling that a few more moves and your fight would be over.

Javier snorted in satisfaction, tightening his grip on your wrists. You started moaning more and more often as you felt your orgasm building.

“Yes baby, fuckin’ come on my cock,” he growled, pushing his cock into you like an animal.

And as if on cue, you came, pursing your lips to keep from moaning out loud. Javier stopped his movements at how tight you started to tighten on him and to his surprise, it worked wonders.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned in shock as he came right after you. He began to pant heavily from his sudden orgasm and looked at you in disbelief.

He came and he wasn't even close so how the fuck is it possible.

You tightened your grip on his cock, drawing the last drops of fulfillment from him until you slowly began to calm your breathing.

Javier wiped the drops of sweat from his face, breathing heavily. He let go of your wrists and leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

“You're fucking amazing,” he whispered, panting into your ear, making you shiver. You laughed, tired but fulfilled, and that was enough for him to smile. You were like a drug to him and now he knew that nothing would stand in his way of keeping you.

Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

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Imagine rhaenyra catching Jace exit his betrothed's quarters late at night and she's ready to whoop him for doing something inappropriate but he swears he was only comforting her because she was having a nightmare. You would hear them talk outside your room so you open the door and swear that nothing inappropriate happened and that jace left the door open when he came in (to prove nothing happened) rhaenyra would see your puffy eyes and would be convinced. She raised a gentleman in Jace✊

I really liked your fic about this and i wanted to give a shoutout to rhaenyra for raising jace right 😂

HAHAHA YEAHH

When it comes to nightmares, or simply you feeling low, Jace is the supreme gentleman that comforts you no matter the moment, or the hour of the day - he'll be right there in an instant to be your saviour. And this night, it was no exception.

After having a nightmare, you requested for him, and Jace was already in your chambers in a literal heartbeat to fully support and comfort you. It was late at night, so he was sneaky and quiet as to not get caught without being able to offer you some warmth. Like always, he manages to succesfully calm you down from the nerves and the intense river of tears by whispering sweet nothings, and cuddling tightly with you - but of course, with the door slightly open, in case someone wanted to question both of you.

Once you finally felt better, Jace swiftly fully opened the door, and began sneaking once again quietly out of your room. Unfortunately, Rhaenyra seemed to be walking through the corridors and passed by your door... right when Jace was leaving out of it. This turned on massive alarms and red flags for her, and immediatly caught his attention. Whoops! Bad timing.

Right there, she would scold him about being careful, about doing something inappropiate without speaking about it with her first, and aaaall those things that would lead to Nyra badly scolding him and Jace nearly receiving a bad whooping from her. But luckily enough for Jace, you heard her scolding mum tone from outside your room, and you popped your head from it — being immediatly spotted by the Targaryen princess.

And right there, you greeted Rhaenyra politely, and reassured her that nothing inappropiate had happened between the two of you, plus that the door had even been left partly open so anyone that passed by could see that Jace was simply in your chambers just to comfort you from a bad nightmare you had.

Seeing your eyes so puffy and even a bit red — from crying —, she knew you were certainly being wholeheartedly honest with her, and was convinced in a heartbeat. It was a true relief for both Jacaerys and you after Rhaenyra was convinced, approved of it by congratulating her son in being a true gentleman — cause she's a good proud mummy — and no one got whooped.

Of course, afterwards, seeing how sweetly Jace always treated you and how he always made sure to comfort/protect you if you need it, Rhaenyra would be so proud for her son, and she would be absolutely delighted to see you both so joyful together. She knows she raised a proper gentleman. 💞

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Luke as your brother in law please!

omg this is so cute 😭💖i hope you like them sorry it took me so long but I have a lot of homework for tomorrow and ugh

Luke as your brother in law

Luke is the best brother in law

You two would be best friends

You would spend a lot of time together just talking, reading or anything

And Jace is a bit jealous about it

"stop trying to steal my partner" would joke Jacaerys

Also you two team up to bully Jace and play pranks to everyone

You have a lot of inside jokes

And he would be always asking you if you're gonna have a baby soon

"I just want a couple of nephews. And a niece. Or two. I would babysit them"

And always is threatening his brother

"I'm serious, if you ever hurt them in any way..."

So yeah, he's the best, now i'm going to cry

drunken daydreams | s.b. x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of drinking, pining, fluff

a/n: little fun fact i found out, beer pong was invented in the 1950's?? also this is for week three of jinxed july for my wives <3

Hopeless. That is what it felt like to crush on Sirius Black. Hopeless because Sirius was, well…everything. He was charming beyond belief, even professors falling for his half turned smile and cheeky winks. He was absolutely gorgeous, unfairly so really, onyx hair that fell in messy tendrils no matter how many times he ran his ring glad fingers through it. His eyes were always playfully full of mischief, but if you truly paid attention to him (and you did) you could tell that they shifted just the slightest bit in shade depending on his mood. His mouth seemed to permanently be painted with a smirk unless someone was telling him ‘no’, then his powder pink lips would puff in a pout and who in their right mind could deny that look? (certainly not you). 

When Lily asked you to spend a week at James’s family cabin with her over summer holiday you had originally said no. James’s cabin meant Sirius’s cabin since the latter now lived with the former; that and they were attached at the hip with no hope of prying them apart. Lily had pouted, begging you to say yes, but going only seemed like torture. Torture because it’d be a week essentially alone with Sirius as Lily and James would likely frequently find couple things to do, Marlene and Dorcus would be hiking everyday and Remus would seclude himself with ‘peace and quite for once’. Alone time with Sirius made you nervous because you were nearly, practically, almost one hundred percent sure that your feelings toward Sirius were not reciprocated. 

But that did not stop Lily from employing the raven haired boy to get you to change your mind. Which is how you found yourself conveniently alone with Sirius in the train compartment on the ride back from Hogwarts. “Pretty please, you can’t not go, everyone’s going,” in classic fashion with his little pout and his eyes widened. You tried to avert your gaze from his, knowing if you looked too long you’d give in. But this tactic failed miserably as Sirius simply moved back into your view, “I’m literally begging here, love,” and oh how he looked so pretty begging. “Please say yes, I cannot hear James or Lils complain the whole week. I need you there.”

He needed you there. That’s what he had said. And that one phrase spun a slew of delusional scenarios in your mind that led you to agree to join the rest of the group for the week. 

It wasn’t as bad as you originally anticipated in the beginning. The lot of you gathered at the Potter’s manner, utilizing the floo system for their hike to the cabin, that experience going surprisingly swimmingly for it being your first time. The first night at the cabin you guys decided on a bonfire. “It’s like christening the place,” James had said, with much encouragement from Sirius and much to the eye roll of Remus. “We’ll go get drinks started!” Lily grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your chair and back towards the door of the cabin, “any requests or all we good with surprises?” 

James Dorcus and Remus laid out drink orders while Marlene said you could surprise her. You turned to Sirius as he spoke next, “You know my drink, don’t you love?” You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the heat you felt wasn’t making itself prominent as a blush on your cheeks, “Firewhiskey with cola, right?” Sirius winked, nodding in confirmation and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach started humming. 

Back in the kitchen Lily was practically vibrating with excitement. You let out a long sigh, “Something got you worked up Lils? Wanna share with the class?” Lily wore a small grin as she filled all the glasses with ice, “I’m just thinking about what I saw and if you saw it too.” You halted in filling Sirius's glass, resting both hands on the counter in front of you, “What do you think you saw? Because James’s googly eyes over you is basically a daily occurrence, I didn’t think it’d have you this excited still.” Lily rolled her eyes at your statement, “I’m very clearly talking about Sirius and you.” 

You made a scrunched face at this, “There’s nothing between me and Sirius. Well, like we’re friends, obviously, but you know there’s nothing more.” Lily shrugged, a slight curl to her lips as she continued making drinks. “Lils, please. He doesn’t like me like that. It would never happen and honestly…” you grabbed a few glasses in your hands, “I’m coming to terms with that.” You were not coming to terms with it. But it would be far easier than having all your friends thinking you’re hopelessly pining after him. What doesn’t help is Lily’s next response, “I dunno, babes. I could see the two of you together.” She slid the back door open with her elbow before walking back onto the deck, calling out that drinks were ready.

That one comment had you reeling, overanalyzing every interaction and conversation you had ever had with Sirius. You barely even registered that he spoke to you when you handed him his drink before taking your seat in the lawn chair next to his. You glanced his way when you felt his stare after a moment, “Sorry, Siri, did you say something?” Sirius smiled sweetly at you, a hint of something you couldn’t read in his eyes, “Just a thanks for the drink, love.” The commonplace pet name had your cheeks aflame but you prayed to Merlin the light of the bonfire hid the evidence. 

As the night went on and the drinks flowed, everyone was eventually corralled inside for what James called a “mandatory game of beer pong” after Lily agreed to play (and be his partner) with the promise that everyone would play ‘the muggle way’, no use of magic for assistance. Everyone agreed and placed their wands on the counter and paired up, you finding yourself partnered with Sirius. Remus stated he would be the officiant to “help keep Sirius and James in line and following the rules” much to their promises to play cleanly. “Ready, partner?” Sirius called you up to the table, dropping the ping pong ball in one of the cups closest to him. You nodded, a tight lip smile on your lips to try and help hide the nerves that were brewing inside. 

You looked across the table at Lily and James, the red head trying to conceal her smirk as she looked from you to Sirius and back. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile before Sirius started smack talking James. “Oh you’re in for it now, Potter. You and your little Lilly flower are cute and all, but you’re no match for me and y/n/n here, isn’t that right, love?” Sirius held his hand out palm up, clearly waiting for you to slap it. You gave him a high five and a small nervous laugh, “Y-yeah, right.” 

To your surprise Sirius was actually correct; James and Lily were horrible at beer pong, but you and Sirius looked like seasoned champions. The game against them went rather quickly, James sulking against Lilly on the couch as Marlene and Dorcus re-racked the red cups. This game proved to be a little more difficult, the girls being able to really go toe to toe with you and Sirius, you were down to two cups left to sink, while Marlene and Dorcus only had three cups. Marlene stood tall at the end of the table, ping pong ball in hand. She closed one eye, Dorcus semi-slurring encouragements to her before Marlene gave the ball a light toss. 

You watched as the ball arched in the air coming down towards one of the last three cups. The ball began the swirl around the rim of the cup and your next actions were more on instinct than real knowledge or skill of the game. You bent down near the cup, giving a quick blow of air near the ball before watching the physics of the combination making the ball jump from the cup and land back onto the table. Sirius let out a gleeful noise of shock, whereas Marlene and Dorcas began protesting, “Hey! We said no magic! Remus, that’s a foul we get that cup right?!” Sirius, however, was quick to go to your defense, “Nuh-uh, there was no magic involved, that’s just how good y/n/n’s blowing abilities are!” 

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, Dorcas rattling off a teasing remark before Sirius could correct himself, “Oh? And how would you know about her blowing abilities, Black?” The drinks were getting to you slightly, a small giggle bubbling from your throat as Sirius tried his best to defend himself, “I, well…erm, that’s not what I meant…I-I mean,” he turned to face you, his eyes half lidded as they made contact with yours, “Don’t you look at me like that, love.” A lazy smile adorned your face, “I’m not looking at you any kind of way, Siri.” 

Sirius shook his head in disagreement, “You’re giving me those eyes.” You batted your eyelashes a few times, “I’m not giving you any special eyes. Besides, if you’re wanting to know about my abilities, you can just tell me.” Sirius’s eyes widened before he let out a huff of air through his nose, “No, I don’t, I want to- I mean, you did the, the thing- and then Dorcus said what she said and so I just - I, erm, n-no I’m good.” While you laughed a little at his stumbling, you couldn’t deny the pit growing in your stomach the longer he tried to find nice ways to essentially reject your playful advance. 

Luckily you didn’t have to hide your dejection for long as you and Sirius lost to the girls and now your solemn look could be explained by the loss of the game instead of the loss of any chance you had with Sirius. You gave him a half-hearted smile before going to find a seat on one of the couches as James and Lily went to play against the winners. You only half paid attention the game, every interaction with Sirius from the night playing back over and over in your mind. Why did he have to be so bloody hard to read? 

To even get you on this trip in the first place he said he needed you there. But you don’t speak two each other in any capacity until everyone arrived at James’s manor. Even there it was only long glances, which could have been strictly initiated by you. Although you could have sworn he was already looking your way one or two times when you made eye contact. Here at the cabin you knew his drink, because of course you did. Was he teasing you earlier when he asked?

But he also winked at you. And he’s been calling you love, and made that comment about your ‘blowing skills’. But he does make dirty jokes a lot. You really would be a perfect couple though, all of your friends told you so whenever you talked about him, sometimes even when you didn’t talk about him. People wouldn’t say that to you just to be mean to you, I mean, these were your best friends. But he also essentially rejected your flirtatious advances. Why was this so hard to- 

A ring clad hand was waving in front of your face causing you to blink several times before refocusing on the object of your delusional thoughts. Sirius had his ever present charming grin, a special glint in his hooded eyes, “Caught you daydreaming about me again, didn’t I, love?” Maybe it was the liquid courage, but the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Don’t be mean, Sirius.” 

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “What do you-” Rather ungracefully, you cut him off, “Just because you know I have a crush on you doesn’t mean you can tease me like everyone else does. It’s honestly humiliating enough.” Sirius’s once smirking features changed to that of confusion, “It’s humiliating to have a crush on me?” You groaned in frustration, covering your face with your hands before looking down at your feet, “Yes, Sirius, it’s humiliating to have a raging crush on someone that clearly has no interest or feelings toward me beyond platonic friendship.” 

The cool metal of his rings felt like ice against your flamed skin as he forced you to look at him, “Who said my feelings were strictly platonic?” You opened your mouth to respond before quickly closing it again. You sat up straighter then, Sirius’s hand dropping from your chin, “Well, you did, you said that. Back during the game, when Dorcus was teasing us and I asked if that’s what you wanted. You basically stumbled over a way to tell me you were uninterested in my advances.” 

His melodic laugh filled your ears. You were ready to smack him for being so rude before he started giving you a viable response. “Sweetheart…I wasn’t trying to reject you,” you looked up to meet his eyes once more as he continued, “I responded that way because you had me flustered, you…kind of always make me feel that way.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “I didn’t really know how to respond properly when Dorcus made that remark. And, erm, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by admitting I probably, erm, wouldn’t mind finding out how good your,” he gulped slightly, “abilities are.” 

Your gaze fell to his lips before meeting his eyes once more; Sirius bit his lip, trying to hold back what you were sure was a shit-eating smirk. His hand cupped your cheek gently, “Can I?” You gave a small nod as you leaned in, Sirius closing the remaining distance before capturing your lips with his. This was not a fiery, passionate, kiss. But soft, gentle and sweet. His lips slotted against yours as though they were always meant to be there. 

His fingers entangled slightly in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You braced yourself with a hand on his thigh. A small whimper drifted from Sirius’s throat at the extra physical contact, wanting to fuel you further. What felt like two small, solid objects pelted both you and Sirius, causing you both to pull away from each other in confusion. “Don’t partners usually only make out when they win a game, not when they lose?” Marlene teased lightly. You looked over at Lilly who gave you a wink. One thing was for sure, you were not going to doubt her again.

eddie munson x reader (boob having reader but not gender specific)(eddie's a perv)(my brain said let's do a silly one) nsft 18+

"'Scuse me, sorry, I just need to check something."

Before you can register what he needs, Eddie's reaching over the book you're holding to tug at the front of your shirt. You sputter a protest as he leans in to get an eye-full of your cleavage before he's out again a second later.

"Nice," Eddie grins, throws in a saucy wink.

"Perv," you snap back, adjusting your shirt back in place. It's impossible to fight the smile growing on your face, you can't help it when he gives you that big goofy grin.

"What're you reading?" Eddie weasels his arms around you, craning to look over the top of your book, shoving his way into your personal space like a cat hungry for attention.

"Hardcore erotica," you deadpan. "Dude's trying to get in her butt."

"You read this in the kitchen? Where the food lives?" Eddie turns you around so he can read too, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Did he just lick his fingers as lube? He's not getting that thing in there, it's the size of her arm."

"It's fine. Magic." You skim down the page and point out the magical properties of the main love interest's penis.

"Ah I see." Eddie keeps reading over your shoulder, nodding his head when he's ready for you to turn the page. The two of you stand like that for a while, reading a bodice ripper of the magical variety in the quiet of Eddie's kitchen.

"So, I'm super hard," Eddie says out of nowhere six pages later.

"I noticed," you scoffed, nudging back against his hard-on. "Want me to read it out loud so you can look at my tits some more?"

"Yeah," Eddie croaks. "Yes. That would be cool. Can I touch them too?"

"Duh."