THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI X PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI x PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

✎ᝰ unfulfilled by the many noble suitors that come your way, you truly had given up on the prospect of loving anyone. that is until you're made aware of general bakugou and suddenly, the idea of being in a relationship starts to fall fondly on you.

࿄ ! warnings — so much plot but so much porn, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, virginity loss?, cunnilingus, boobjob, corruption, bkg is lowkey a perv but we love him for it, both characters are aged up 20+

/ note. i had to repost this again & idk why this took me so long to write and IT WONT POST. was going through some stuff and i procrastinated >:| sorry. hope you guys enjoy! hopefully i’ll get on a way better writing schedule.

being a princess and the only heir to the throne was not for the weak bodied or the feeble-minded. sometimes, you believe that you were made for this role…

sometimes.

being that you are a young woman, a lot of controversy arose on the precedent that you would once take over the royal duties someday. your parents, while moderately middle aged, were still getting up there - if the crow’s feet, bunions and sore muscles were of any indication to that. this meant that they were constantly harassing you with endless streams of suitors - ranging from trust fund princes to high ranking military dukes.

to say you hated it would be an understatement. much to your dismay, it would be another evening of a suitor’s ball: held in your honour, of course, and you were sat in front of your vanity mirror yet again as your ladies-in-waiting doted all over your face, hair and body.

“i hear from the baker’s shop that the todorokis’ son is looking for an heiress to share his throne with also,” comments one of the maids offhandedly as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“i have no interest in rubbing shoulders with mr todoroki,” you say matter of factly, looking straight in the mirror at your deadpan face. the maid just laughs in jest at your words, as if you were making a silly joke.

“well, good news is that the king’s consort of guards will be also back today! i have heard through whom i shall not name that bakugou will be in attendance,” sighs one of the girls, sifting through your dresses and judging them accordingly.

“bakugou?” you ask curiously with an arched brow and she nods with a smile that takes all over her face, while pulling out a pale blue, velveteen dress.

“he’s the highest ranked military official in the kingdom - probably in the whole province! i’m surprised you don’t know about him, your royal highness. i think you two would get along,” and one of your more mature mistresses stinks up a fuss at the sentiment and huffs disdainfully.

“hush with that nonsense! you should not corroborate that to her majesty! it would be the upmost tragedy to her father if she was in cohorts with a royal guard, who doesn’t even have noble backgrounds, no doubt,” and the rest of the ladies are in unanimous opinion. it’s a mighty good thing you’re not a part of the collective.

thanks to all of the gossiping chit chat from the ladies, you’re now curious to who this “bakugou” character is. granted, your father never let you intermingle with his work regarding his village exploits or the occasional feudal war happening over yonder. it never really bothered you; you doubt that most children could even feign a slither of interest in what their parents’ work entails. but, with the way the women in your room were gushing over him, bakugou must be something special. then again, most of the time they never take into account a man’s looks or personality and most of your ladies in waiting would gush over any man if he had the status and power to back it up. suddenly, the idea of bakugou seeps away from your mind like that of a hydrogenic gas and it’s like you were never informed of his existence.

the ball has finally commenced and it’s the usual suspects: rivers of familiar faces from past parties and dinners bobbed up and down like a current, and the half smile you had strewn across your painted lips was now a disinterested, thin line. both your mother and father had introduced to many suitable men (by their standards) but they were met with a slight of the hand and a deep disinterest laid across your features.

now that you made way back to your table (thanking your lucky stars that no one except royalty was able to come to your section), you half contemplated whether or not you should make a swift escape to your chambers, but a chime of a champagne flute echoed through the ballroom, knocking the chance of whatever escape plan you had out of action.

“if you all would give me a moment of your time out of this wonderful evening, i would like to take a moment to honour the brave and marvellous men who fight for this kingdom! my highest gratitude to you, general bakugou katsuki and your men, for all that you do for your country,” exclaims your father proudly and your eyes finally lock onto the person that is “bakugou katsuki.”

an atonal breath hitches in your throat as you see him. he’s all tan, with spikes of wheat-blonde hair resting on his head and he’s kitted in a black suit with numerous medals on his breast pocket and your father moves to add another underneath the mighty collection on his chest. just from where you’re standing can you see his carmine eyes and the smirk that accompanies his face.

by the time you break out of your admiration fuelled stupor, your legs are moving before you can every register what you’re doing. bakugou humbly accepts the congratulations and praises with a small grin and puffed up chest and that makes your heart strings pull. this time, you’re sure it’s not the tight bodice pressing into your breast cavity.

it's instantaneous when you eventually approach your father and bakugou that the modest speech is over and everyone is back to mingling and socialising. it’s remotely pathetic that you try to make it seem like you’ve just absentmindedly wondered into their conversation as you eventually catch up to your father, who seems to be deeply enamoured with bakugou and for once, you can see why. when you get close enough to intrude into their discussion, you lock eyes with bakugou before tapping the shoulder of your father in feign innocence.

“father, i woukd like to go up to my chambers now,” you hum, with a saccharine lilt to your tone, still staring at the general, who looks at you stonefaced but oh, so gorgeous.

“of course, darling, give me a moment - oh! i don’t think you have both been formally acquainted as of yet,” and you turn to angle your head slightly to face the hulk of a man. he’s much, much prettier up close and you can’t help but fawn over the freckles resting on his cheeks and the scar that sits delicately on the bridge of his nose.

you have to bite back a smile to stop yourself from getting too giddy at the thought of being introduced to the man named bakugou and you mentally thank your ladies in waiting for making his existence known to you.

“bakugou, this is my daughter, princess y/n. y/n, this is bakugou, my next in command.”

in all of your faux shyness, you lift up a ring-clad hand and bakugou raises a tentative brow before deciding on taking your much smaller and manicured hand in his calloused, rough one and placing the pout of his lips onto your soft knuckles. you have to bite back the whimper that sits at the precipice of your throat.

“pleasure to be acquainted with you, princess,” says bakugou and the tone of his deep, gravelly voice ruminates through your bloodstream like oxygen.

“i hope that i will see you more often, then, sire,” you breathe out and the general bakugou notices how you’re looking at him so unlike how a woman of your stature should and it’s making him feel heavy under his suit.

your hand is still halfway in his grasp when he sets it down and your father clears his throat, disrupting the order of your formal communion.

“well then, y/n, you’re dismissed to your room. have a good night. i will speak with you tomorrow,” the king nods at you and this breaks you out from the intense eye contact held with the general. you curtsy at the pair and look at bakugou one last time before strolling away.

unbeknownst to both the men, in your mind, that settled the conversation of who you wanted as your suitor.

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it’s slightly amusing that once you are made aware of bakugou’s existence, he’s somehow around every corner, every room, every space and it's intoxicating. it's strange how you've never noticed that he’s always working in the pleasaunce of the estate, training his many men or that he eats dinner in the communal dining room at exactly 7:30 in the evening; amongst the many personnel living and working in the castle. sometimes, you loathed the fact that you were of such high nobility because you haven’t been able to talk with the man privately since that day. every time in which you tried to get close to bakugou, one of your mistresses would usher you away to the drawing room or one of bakugou's lackeys would be leering close by. and while you may be a tiny bit selfish to your desires, you most certainly don’t want to get him in trouble with your parents, lest you get him fired and ran on into the streets. not that you would ever allow that to happen, but still.

it would be almost a week when you notice the mop of blonde hair peaking up from behind the pillars. much to your delight, he was to his lonesome self, this time reading a book in the pleasaunce and relaxing in one of the many lounging chairs. you look around apprehensively before closing in on the man, tapping him lightly on his shoulder.

“excuse me, bakugou, sir?” he turns round immediately, all frowny faced and almost threatened, before realising it was just you and his jaw falls slack as he pulls down the square frames from his face.

“you shouldn’t be wandering around and speaking to me so freely, princess,” he sighs, massaging at the bridge of his nose, as if you were a nuisance. which, to bakugou's defence, you kind of were.

“am i not allowed to familiarise myself with the one who my father speaks of so highly? i don't believe that to be a crime,” you say indignantly and bakugou raises his brows, looking up at you standing above him.

“i don’t think it would fall favourably on me if i was in cahoots with the kingdom’s pride and joy,” he grunts and you roll your eyes.

“i’m a grown woman. i know what i want.”

“oh, yeah?” and the general stands up to his full height at your words, towering over you, “and what exactly do you want?”

“you. and just so you know, i never have trouble getting what i want.”

bakugou’s adam apple bobs in his throat at your blunt admission and he sits his glasses on his collar before standing closer to you.

“i don’t think you know exactly what you’d be getting yourself into, princess. ‘m not one of those little, fairy princes who’d bend at your will,” he responds gravelly, looking down at you with those fierce eyes of his and it's having the opposite effect of scaring you away from him; in fact, it prompts the ache between your thighs even more.

“you misunderstand me if you think i enjoy the presence of those foolish boys,” and you look around before getting on your tiptoes to press your glossy lips against the corner of his mouth:

“like aforementioned, i know exactly what want and what i’m getting myself into, general.”

you pull away and a smug little smirk rests on your mouth and bakugou has to fight the urge to press you into the garden chair and ravage you silly.

“i hope you know i'll be away for many days and nights for my next mission. you'll change your mind by then,” objects the man and you ponder for a moment before a sultry giggle escapes your throat and bakugou watches the way your throat swallows.

“so i will see you later, perhaps. until then, sir,” you curtsy and turn away to head back inside the building. bakugou drops down into his seat and rubs at the pink, peach-smelling gloss sitting on the edge of his lips. he’s way too distracted to go back to reading his little hemmingway novel and the chub that was growing in his dress pants was indicative of how distracting of a succubus you were.

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surprisingly enough, bakugou's flirty exchange with you seeps out of his mind: the constant warring and business on his time away rendered him forgetful to the wager that he placed on your shoulders. the general returns to the estate only less than two short weeks later, and his much-anticipated arrival is when the night starts to fall and a biting chill overcomes him and the streets become lit with an orange hue of artificial lighting. he is cold and exhausted, to say the least, and the cheers of pedestrians and workmen in the streets and pats on the back do nothing but exacerbate his tiredness. the general is dreading the hours-long assemblies that will come after his travels but he is able to swiftly get into the castle and manoeuvre past everyone trying to get a pass at him: that is until a shroud, young maid rushes up to him and prods him on the chest.

“the princess y/n is expecting you. she awaits you in her chambers,” nods the woman and before bakugou can protest, she runs off, leaving the blond man confused in her wake.

bakugou contemplates going to you for a second, weighing the pros and cons of entertaining your demands at this ungodly hour; before ultimately deciding to go to your room, and his face twitches slightly in feigned indifference.

the man grumbles to himself on the treacherous journey to your quarters and he's wondering what you have to tell him at this time of day that is so important. could you not at least wait till he got some rest?

bakugou chuckles to himself slighlty at the implication because he still angles himself around every corner to your room. the man was always so drawn to your fierce spirit and suddenly every part of him was clenched, more specifically his fists and jaw. truth be told, he was battle-worn and weary, but with a heart full of longing for you - though he's not sure his heart would allow him to admit this to your face.

he found himself standing outside of your chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. he's still unsure as to why you've called on him so soon. did you want to let him down when he was at his most worn out state? would you welcome him with open arms? the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he knew he had to take the risk.

bakugou knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor like a blaring alarm and he cowers slightly, just in case anyone who could see him so boldly knocking on your door at this time of day.

“you can come in!” you shout, and bakugou burns at the sound of your voice.

one deep-inhaled moment later, bakugou opens the door, engulfed with sweet-smelling perfumes and the heat of your bedroom. his jaw clenches and eyes ablaze in lust-filled awe as he sees you standing at the front of your bed, donning beautiful and expensive but flimsy silks. you were always so devastatingly gorgeous but here you stood in front of him, essentially in all your vulnerability and bakugou's tongue sits like a dry weight of sandpaper in his mouth at the sight of you. the man quickly shuts the door behind him, not really wanting anyone else to see you like this, dressed up all for him.

“katsuki...” you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and flirtatious joy and bakugou takes this as a sign to drop his heavy clothing and armour: the whole baggage, both figuratively and physically, before stalking to your much smaller figure but you stop him with a palm to his chest. the strong look on your face makes him shrink slightly, thought it doesn't mean much when he's almost a foot taller and you hold back a whine at the fact that the man stopped out of respect for you.

“bakugou katsuki,” your voice was firm, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. “did you forget what you said to me many nights ago, before you left on your journey across lands?”

the general's eyes widen at your words, and the bated breath that he was holding in escapes when everything begins to add up in his foggy, fatigued head and he chuckles, all breathy.

he takes a step closer, his voice overflowing with genuine desire as he places one large hand on top of your manicured one that rested on his sternum. “...'m sorry.”

your gaze softened, if only for a second before the fire in your eyes reignites from a flicker of fervour and a scoff erupts from your throat. “is that all you can say?”

bakugou closes his eyes and just up close can you see the dark circles that sat under his deep carmine eyes. even though you're supposed to be pulling his ear, telling him how wrong he was for thinking you'd ever choose some random noble boy over him, you cannot help but long to touch and kiss at him. you're barely chastising yourself for giving him such a hard time after what was supposed to be an awful expedition but really, it's only because you care for him so. and the man knows that, which is why it's hard for him to articulate himself to you.

bakugou opens his eyes to see that yours were brim with unabashed lust and a modest amount of hurt and it causes a stabbing in his gut - far worse than any knife sheathed into him could cause. seeing the desire and loving for him in your eyes makes him heat up so he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek to then squish both your cheeks together. the squeak you let out causes a soft smile to encroach itself on his face

“you were right. i was wrong. you gonna keep giving me a hard time over this or you gonna let me kiss you?”grumbles the man and you giggle, the sound making bakugou buckle in his pants.

your arms reach up to wind around bakugou's neck, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your saccharine scent, “just wanted to hear you admit it, is all.” the tension that had built up between them over the past few days melted away, replaced by a thick hunger that burned deep within their souls.

bakugou pulls apart from you after what feels like hours and, with a mixture of hesitance and determination, he leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with earnest longing, a silent promise.

“you don' know how much i missed you,” mumbles bakugou ardently into your lips. you hum, pressing a ghost of a kiss over his cupid's bow.

“humour me,” you challenge, moving your lover's hands over the expanse of your almost-bare body and bakugou gropes at every curve and smooth part of your skin he can, biting back a moan at the feeling of your ass in his palms.

“tell me how badly you want it and i'll humour you all you want,” bakugou breathes out, nosing at your jaw before plopping wet- bitten kisses on the planes of your neck and clavicle.

you whine, wrapping your arms tightly around bakugou's neck again, “you know, you shouldn't tease when you want me just as badly,” and bakugou chuckles into your skin.

“you're gonna tell me you didn't dress up all f'me? that you weren't waiting f'me to return so i could press you into your bed and fuck you?” mumbles bakugou, biting into your neck and his words let a whimper slip out of your plump lips.

“katsuki... please,” and bakugou wants to laugh at how easy you've submitted to him but he decides against it, with the way you're so susceptible to his touches, he doesn't want to ruin thr rhythym you've got going on. besides, the weight of his cock begins to stir heavier in his drawers and he wants to make you beg for him.

bakugou guides you closer to your bed, carrying you to the middle of the mattress as he crowds over you. the man is left only in his undershirt and dress pants - but your mouth waters slightly when two tanned, hefty arms lean over to crowd over your much smaller frame. you don't get to ponder on his figure much because his lips meet yours in a passionate, desperate kiss, as if trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions they had kept hidden for far too long.

the first of your clothing (if you could even call it that) were shed and you were left in a delicate, translucent slip, your bare nipples pressing against silky material as the barriers between the both of you began crumbling under your intense desire. bakugou began worshipping your body with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of heated kisses and whispered declarations of love along your skin.

“you're a real fucking tease,” bakugou growls into clothed breasts and all you can do is take in his dark, lusty gaze while he palms at the fleshy roundness of your boobs peeking out of the slip. you hum as a thick finger slips under a strap, coaxing you to shimmy out of the negligee.

bakugou's pulls up the dress and an, “oh, baby,” tumbles out of his lips before he can comprehend it. from the sensitive flush of your nipples to the smoothness of your belly and all the way down to the barely-there pale blue panties resting over your heat. bakugou swears that if he focuses his eyes, he could see the pulse of your pussy and the outline of your puffy cunt lips against the material and - oh. he's going to devour you.

he heaves himself over your weighty, plump breasts and presses unsuspecting bites all over the skin, all bruising and wet so that they'll leave an indefinite mark. you mewl when bakugou places his lips over the hardness of your sensitive nipples and they pebble up at the constant ministrations of his rough tongue. his attention on your body doesn't do much to quell the thirst you have for him - in fact, you can feel your panties begin to dampen with desire and excitement.

bakugou pulls away to press kisses down your body and reaches the destination spot. one hand pulls the material to the side so he can get a proper look at all of you while another spreads you apart and you can't help but cover your reddening face in shyness.

“don' hide from me now, princess. i want you to see how much i wan' to taste you,” muses bakugou and he doesn't move a muscle until both your hands are no longer hiding the embarrassed but carnal look on your face.

“good girl,” bakugou grunts and he presses a noisy kiss onto the hood of your clit and your legs already start to cave in around the wheat-blond mop of his head. bakugou's large fingers pad into the thin strings of your underwear, pulling them down and he doesn't even bother to hold back a moan when he sees wet strings break apart from your cunt hole and panties.

“p-please go slow,” you're more than flustered, uttering those words under your breath - which bakugou can just make out. his face softens at what you're trying to insinuate so, to lighten the mood, bakugou shamelessly stuffs your undergarment into his nose to drink in the scent. it doesn't do much to simmer your shyness but at least you're no longer uneasy when you squeal at the man.

“katsuki!” you cry out while he laughs at your expense, though not for long, because he pulls your legs apart again to attack at your pussy. embarrassment long gone from the scope of your mind - this time, you're crying out when bakugou lifts up the hood of your nub to suckle at it, all wet and sloppy, working you up to climax that's already beginning to rumble at the bottom of your belly.

bakugou's name falls from your lips like a mantra and your body being so responsive to him makes him ache in his drawers. wanting to see you come apart even faster for him, he gently slips a pointer and middle finger into your walls and bakugou can feel you spasming and contracting against his digits already.

you're basically riding them at this point and when bakugou angles them so that his blunt fingerails and the pad of his tips press against that gushy, cakey part inside you and your eyes roll back in an unprecedented orgasm, a hand resting in his hair.

“katsukiii, i-i- right there, ohhhhh, don't stop!” you gasp, legs locking around his shoulders and soft thighs locking his head to your pussy. not that bakugou was complaining though, because he carried on slurping and fucking you through your climax, even though his breath supply was becoming more and more limited and shockwaves were practically overtaking your body, akin to a demon possessing you.

it's no surprise that you go limp, loosening your grip on the man's hair and pushing him away pathetically when the pleasure gets too much for you. bakugou obliges, sitting up with a soaked lower face and a sinister, carnal smirk to match.

“taste exactly how i expected,” rasps bakugou and you can only look up at him, awestruck and eyes lidded. you bite back a snarky remark and instead crawl over to between the blond man's thick and bronzed legs and return back the smile. there's no way you'd let him make a frenzied, sex-driven mess out of you without paying him back tenfold.

“how about you let me give back to you?” you hum sensually, playing with the waistband of his dress pants while on your knees. bakugou's brows rise marginally before he plays into your request and gets up from the bed to strip down into nothingness.

within a few seconds, bakugou is virtually naked, save for tight briefs resting over his hefty cock and you can appreciate just how gorgeous your man is. he's all tanned muscle and scars - down from his broad shoulders to his solid chest with a faded cicatrix diagonal to his solid abs and lean waist, following the happy trail of golden hair dipping into his deep v-line and the weight of his appendage pressing boldly against the material. you want him so bad, it's making your gut tense.

bakugou strides back to where he was on the bed and gestures to allow you the honours of pulling down his undergarments and who would you be to deny yourself of the privilege? the man watches you with deep-set eyes, and he's grabbing at the bed sheets to stop himself heaving loudly when your fingers pull down the shorts to reveal everything and you tug your bottom lip under your teeth at the sight of him. bakugou lifts his hips to help you pull the briefs all the way down before you throw them somewhere around the room. you make a mental note to tidy up before you allow anyone else to come in here after your subsequent romp.

slowly, you set a hand on bakugou's upper body to push him down till he's resting on his forearms and you take the chance to sink in between his legs again, your attention all on hardened erection: from the dark pink, almost red cockhead to the thick vein crawling down his shaft to his hefty balls. bakugou looks at you tentatively, curiously watching what you're about do.

he doesn't anticipate for when you squeeze at your breasts to sandwich them around the girth of his cock and a strangled groan emits from his throat.

the weight of your fleshy tits suffocate his dribbling tip, and the movement of your breasts allows you to spread pre all over his length, acting as a lubricant as you surrounded his cock with your pretty tits. bakugou's breath started to get heavier as the sound of your soft flesh squished over him goaded him to buck against your movements. bakugou can't help but frown in bliss and arousal - how did a girl like you, a woman of your calibre, know to do something as vulgar - as sexual as this? either way, the thought expels itself from his mind as he can feel the tightness of his balls clench when you press your lips against the leaky head of his dick and he unknowingly ruts into you.

“fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” bakugou pants, grinding his hips to meet the tightness of your breasts, “gonna bust all over you if ya don’t stop.”

you raise a brow with a smug lilt to your lips before lifting yourself off of him and something of a discontented and irritated noise emits from him.

bakugou’s about to protest when you slide a finger through the fat of your breast and suck at the taste of his precum, “i think i’d prefer if you’d do it inside instead,” you mewl seductively, squeezing at your now bruised breasts and bakugou groans when he sees the purple blooming on where last laved his mouth.

“who knew you were so dirty, princess?”

bakugou pushes you back further up the bed until your in the plushness of your pillows and he’s crowding over you again.

“full of surprises, aren’t ya, pretty? gonna tell me who taught you half those moves?” hums bakugou as he lifts one of your legs to sit across the back of his waist.

you smile at the hint of jealousy lain across bakugou's voice and wrap both your arms across his toned shoulders. "can a lady not teach herself a few things?"

bakugou gets as close as he can to you, your breasts pressed on his own pectoral while he's muttering under his breath at your declaration.

“nothing ladylike about that but 'm not complaining. as long as you'll only ever do that for me,” states bakugou, voice all gravelly. your reply is the push of your hips so that your sex faintly brushes against his own and bakugou hisses at the feeling of your wet snatch on his stiffness.

“y'know what is ladylike? using your manners when you wanna ask for something,” rasps the general and he leans back ever so slightly to grab at his heavy cock and he groans when it pulses in his hand. your jaw is practically unhinged and you can already tell from the teasing glint in bakugou's eyes that he's not going to make this easy for you.

“katsuki.”

“y/n.”

you pout adorably and bakugou is helpless with the way he angles down to plop a kiss over your lips.

“you know what i want,” you hum lowly and you look up at bakugou, all doe-eyed and pleading without saying anything and it would be criminal to leave you when you stared at him like he had the world in the palm of his hands.

“you're lucky you're cute,” bakugou sighs and you're about to ask him what he means but the tapping of his cockhead against your cunt hole makes you clench involuntarily.

“you're ready f'me, sweetness?” bakugou says, a small purr to his tone and you spread your legs even more to accommodate his hulking build.

“please, katsuki. want you,” you whisper and the man takes this as the green light to intrude past your tightness.

bakugou knew it would be a squeeze but, fuck, he didn't know you'd be this tight and warm - and your puffy pussy sucks him in so easily and he could cum just from how you fit so perfectly around him, like you were made for just him. he overcrowds you with his body once again as he feeds his cock to stuff you so intensely and if the dig of your nails into his shoulder blades is anything to go by, he knows you can feel just how deep inside he is. the blond waits for a sign of protest or discomfort but when you wrap your legs tighter around him, he languidly pulls out before rolling his hips forward to set a pace.

you arch your back, a breathless moan escaping your lips as bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, peppering kisses along your sensitive skin. the combination of his lips, teeth, and tongue with a drag of his cock in your walls sent shivers down your spine, your body quivering with anticipation.

your cries of pleasure filled the room, your voice a symphony of delight as bakugou worshipped your body. he somehow knew every curve, every angle of his hips, every secret, gooey spot that brought your pleasure, and he used that knowledge to drive your to the edge of bliss.

bakugou eats you up with another sloppy kiss when he can see the clench of your eyes and the drop of your mouth with every thrust and stroke he drags into you.

meanwhile, a choked sob flings out of you and bakugou watches as a tear slips out of your eyes and he presses his lips to lap it up.

“tell me how it feels, pretty girl,” pants the man above you and he hisses when you drag your fingernails across his back to ground yourself below him and bakugou shudders, knowing that he's going to have a new set of markings decorate the broadness of his back.

“i-i, feels so, so good,” you warble, the heels of your feet pressing into his waist and you both can feel the way your walls flutter around the length of his cock.

the rhythm he established was primal, and even though bakugou was trying his hardest to be gentle for you, with every tearful whimper and sob of “katsuki!”and “more,” he was rendered useless to his innermost desires, wanting to fill you up more and more till all you could breathe and think about was him.

the room was filled with the intoxicating sounsd of your rapid breaths and passionate moans as you both rode the waves of pleasure, bodies locked in a dance of ecstasy. bakugou could tell he was about to hit his peak - and with the way you were already spasming and contracting uncontrollably, he knew you were close too.

“you gonna come for me, princess? gonna let everyone hear who's making you feel this, fuck, fucking good, huh, pretty? only i can fuck you like this, yeah, princess?” coos bakugou, almost mockingly and you can barely reply to whatever he's rambling on about, so you choose to just chant his name like it's the only word you've ever known.

“katsukiii, 's always yo-you, katsuki, oh-oh, 's too much!” you plead, eyes rolling back as you grind your hips to meet the weight of his thrusts.

“come on, pretty, you gotta come f'me now. you can do it - just one more f'me, yeah? gonna come inside and give you everything i've got, jus- just for you,” purrs bakugou and his words would be sweet if he hadn't leaned one arm down to thumb at your swollen bud and the way you shatter is almost instantaneous, seizing as bakugou pushes you over the edge.

you're seeing stars, and your vision goes from black to white as your mouth opens in a silent moan, walls contracting over bakugou's girth. he doesn't fall too far behind as he watches you convulse, knees buckling to chase his impending orgasm and you've slightly come to your senses a little, still jittery but desperate for bakugou to spill himself inside you.

“wan'- want you to come inside me, p-please,” you plead, all watery and shakey from the aftershocks of your orgasm and bakugou's gut tenses at your words, before he howls out strangled moan and inevitably comes undone from the way you continue to milk his cock for every last drop of his seed, riding out both your climaxes.

as you both reached the pinnacle of your passion, your bodies shuddered in unison before bakugou collapses as a crescendo of exhaustion washes over him. he clings to you, your bodies trembling from the aftermath and a weight of satisfaction mingling in the air, as you shared a moment of pure, uninterrupted and unadulterated bliss.

you and bakugou lay entwined for a moment, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat before he decidedly pulls out his softening cock from your cunt, covered in both your expenses and he gets up to find his shirt.

your heart drums harder against your chest, vulnerable and worried slightly but bakugou dispels any fears you have when he uses his undershirt to clean at the mess between your thighs and you tremble at the softness. bakugou frowns when he feels the subsequent trembling, looking up from cleaning you.

“you doing okay, princess?” and you can't help but lovingly lean up to pull him down and kiss at his face and the man's nose scrunches up in faux discontent, grumbling all over again.

“don't worry me like that, woman. had me thinking i did something wrong,” rasps bakugou and you giggle, slightly croaked and breathless.

“well, in my defence, i thought you were getting up to go get dressed and leave,” you hum, a little off handed but woeful and a flash of shock sets across bakugou's eyes before he looks at you seriously.

“don't take me for one of those shithead princes you might deal with, princess,” mutters bakugou and you smile at him genuinely.

“you're right, i'm sorry. i don't think any of those boys could measure up to you,” and bakugou plays into your hand like a mouse led to cheese and you can't stop the laugh that leaves you when his chest puffs up, all earnest and prideful.

“you're a fast learner, aren't you, princess?” and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss and fawn over him and you don't anticipate the large man lifting you up and holding your waist to his body.

bakugou sees that you're about to protest but he stalks off to the direction of your en suite and huffs. “if i'm gonna be with the princess, i'm gonna take advantage of all the perks. first thing bein' the bloody bath!”

you couldn't wait to tell your parents who you found as your new suitor and you remind yourself to thank your father for introducing you to the man that is bakugou katsuki.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

Forgotten Realm Masterlist

You have been an archaeologist for years now but ushered into the darkest and forgotten corners of the museum. Your chosen specialty was in the once renowned City of Musutafu - which unfortunately for you has been seen as a farce, bordering on the make-believe and whimsical in high society. But you know the forgotten empire that was Musutafu was real, it just had to be with all the fragmented evidence found over the years, but several journals discredited its authenticity and cited that there was no conclusive evidence that Musutafu was anything more than myths and storytelling from much greater (and more realistic) societies. You never regarded these setbacks, even when they landed you in the basement of said museum, cataloguing donations and doing the linguistic legwork your superiors were far ‘too busy’ to do themselves. But when a strange journal turned up on your doorstep, outlining the archaeological find of the century, you embarked on the expedition of a lifetime. To bring back something to show that Musutafu really did exist. But you didn’t expect to actually find a forgotten world, thriving and hidden. Nor the crimson-eyed prince who ruled there.

Here you’ll find my drabbles in this series, inspired by archaeological adventure movies and more specifically Disney’s Atlantis: The Lost Empire. These will be updated as I have time, in short entries to build an overall story. Please bear in mind this will be a story that contains mature themes and sexual scenes further down the line.

◈ A Forgotten Realm (3.1K words)

◈ City of Splendour (2.0k words) NEW ENTRY! 

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Image taken from the Disney’s Art of Atlantis: The Lost Empire workbooks. Characters based upon the My Hero Academia series by Kohei Horikoshi. All written works belong to meatballhead-usagi and are not to be reposted, reuploaded or redistributed to external sites without prior permission!! Reblogs, likes and asks are always welcomed<3

Happy Pride Month!

Faust the Crow loves you even more than she did the last 2 years!

wow🫢😳

bartender!eddie x fem!reader Eddie’s night.

🎵my man gives real love that’s why I call him killer, he’s not a ‘wham! bam! thank you ma’am!’ he’s a thriller.🎵

summary: After being stood up on a blind date, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with keeps you company.

word count: 12.6k

warnings: 90’s AU / 18 + no minors! /eddie is in his early 30’s, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi public smut (p in v), cream pie, dirty talk.

authors note: my love letter to the 90’s 💕after one month of brain storming and three weeks of writing here’s part one of Whatta Man! Eddie’s night. (This is a singular one shot. Steve’s night is part two, can you find the easter eggs for his night 😉)Thank you to my very talented friends who always brain storm with me and share ideas. This fun lil AU wouldn’t have happened with you. ily 💗 edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

You didn’t want to go on this date. Not when your roommate set you up, and you certainly didn’t want to go when he picked The Foxy Lounge. But when Weather Man Mike predicted the first warm day after three months of bitter winter you’d take any excuse to wear your favorite dress. 

You’d been here before, always stumbling in after a night out with friends because they were the only 4am place in town. Those late nights turned to early mornings were more of a thing of the past now so when you got to the familiar chipped red door you didn’t recognize the bouncer standing outside. He has a head of honey colored hair that’s just long enough to run his fingers through. His toned frame sits pretty wrapped in a tight black tee and long legs covered in dark wash jeans tight enough for you to really have to focus on keeping  your eyes on his face. A freckle covered neck leads to a strong jaw and a chiseled nose. Leaning against the brick wall with his boots crossed at the ankles a toothpick twirls between his straight teeth.

The platform of your sneakers hitting the pavement as you come to a stop and the jingle of your power beads alerts him of your presence, hazel eyes going round like the moon in the sky. Straightening his posture he snatches the tooth pick out of his mouth, stuffing it in his back pocket. You swear you see a Tamagotchi tucked away as he clears his throat with a puff of his chest.

“I.D.?” 

Your lips twitch, the forced deep baritone in his voice isn’t fooling you, and you wonder if it fooled anyone when the signature beep of a Tomogatchi pet needing to be fed goes off in his back pocket. He coughs to try to cover the noise while you quickly pull what he needs out of your cross body. Holding it out for him to examine you look up with a glossed smile matching the one in the picture. Narrowing his eyes, you catch a glimmer of playfulness when he clicks on his flashlight. 

Examining it like it could be a fake, you bite back a giggle while he turns it around giving it one more once over before handing it back to you with a soft chuckle.

“Funny, we have the same birthday.” His voice comes out normal this time, soft and friendly just like you thought.

“Twins!”

A genuine smile lights up his face like the sign above your head, his boyish features coming out despite the stubble on his chin.

“Might as well call us the Olsen’s.” Throwing you a wink he pulls the gold handle to open the door for you. The sounds of Return of the Mack break through the hums of the street behind you. “Have fun tonight honey, be safe. If anyone bothers you, just come grab me okay? I’m steve.”

Your cheeks heat up at the endearment and you have to remind yourself that you’re here for a date. You catch a hint of his cologne when your shoulder brushes against his chest on your way in, the expensive scent making you dizzy when it hits your senses.

“I will, thanks Steve,”your words are shy when they come out, making his lips twitch in response. Nodding his head, you catch the tinge of pink on his skin before he closes the door with a small wave.

It's even louder inside with the drunk conversations battling for dominance against the music. Tugging nervously at the bottom of your dress you look around the bar for the vague description of this guy Craig your friend gave you. 

You scan the crowd a few times before your eyes catch the big brown ones of the bartender. The stool in front of him freeing itself at the same time your eyes connect, the corners of his plush lips pull up as he beckons you over with two heavily ringed fingers. The unruly dark auburn curls that hit just below his shoulders catch the low light behind the bar, the yellow glow softening up all his edges. 

Rocking back on your heels you pull the strap of your cross body closer, doing your best to collect yourself before you push through the crowd accepting his invitation. His smile widens, pulling up his stubble covered cheeks to reveal a set of perfect white teeth to you. The one you give him in return comes out a little shy as you plop down on the ripped vinyl that matches the red of the door.

Ink litters his arms disappearing under the frayed ends of his sleeves letting you know there was more under the tight fit of his worn faded black Metallica shirt. The two rips near the collar give you a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his neck. The scruff lining his jaw adds a few years from afar but from this close he looks your age. The silver hoop in his nose catches against the bright lighting under the bar like the rings adoring his fingers. Pulling out two empty shot glasses with a twirl he quickly fills them up with Jameson.

“This one’s on the house sweetheat, it’ll help make your date cuter.”  He winks with a sly grin, your stomach flutters with his full attention on you like this.

The glass is heavy in your grasp as you stare at the dark liquid with a faint grimace. His low chuckle catches your attention before the pop and hiss of the soda fills your ears. As if reading your mind he slides over a coke, letting you keep your pride by not having to ask for a chaser.

“How do you know I’m here for a date?” Raising a questioning brow, the sides of your lips twitch as you struggle to hold a straight face. “A girl can’t come to the bar alone on a Friday night?”

The chocolate in his eyes lights up at your playful banter, slinging a white towel over his shoulder he leans in, forearms pressing hard against the counter as he invades your space. The spice of his cologne and the burn of cigarette smoke joins with him and you find yourself sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you telling me you’re available then?” Dropping his voice low enough to feel between your legs, you wished more than anything you had a different answer to give him.

The heaviness of his gaze has your cheeks warming, the intensity of the eye contact forcing your gaze away for a second as you clear your throat. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear you muster enough courage to meet his eyes again. 

“N-no unfortunately, you were right.” Exaggerating a heavy sigh, his confident demeanor never wavers despite his confirmed suspicions.

“Unfortunately is right, huh?” Winking, he pushes back leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne raising his shot in an offering of cheers. “To what could have been, baby.” 

A giggle bubbles past your lips when his fingers brush against yours meeting in the middle with a clink. Downing his shot like a professional, he’s left to watch the way you struggle with yours. Amusement is evident on his face while he watches the way your throat stays unwilling to open. Holding the alcohol in your mouth longer than anyone would want, it finally gives in letting the bitter liquid go down with a bite. Pushing the can of coke towards you with his knuckles, his laugh booms loud from his chest as you search for reprieve in the sweetness with desperation.

Chugging with abandon, you forget your surroundings for a second before your eyes meet his over the rim of the can and it’s almost enough to have you snort the rest of it all over yourself. 

Coming up for air you grumble a half assed “shut up” doing your best to try and fight the smile begging to spread across your lips as you wipe them with the back of your hand.

“Not a whiskey girl I take it?” Punctuating the ‘t’ harder than normal, his teasing falls on deaf ears when you get distracted at the way his thick fingers wrap around the shot glasses.

“Not a shot girl in general, I’d rather not taste the alcohol if I can help it.” Shrugging, you trace invisible patterns on the sticky quartz of the bar top with french tipped nails silently reminding yourself for the second time tonight you’re here for a date.

“So how’d you two meet?” He raises his voice so it comes out sickly sweet while a shaker and a lemon appears in his hands. Setting them down on top of the worn jagermeister logo that covers the drink mat he starts rolling the fruit against his palm.

“We haven’t met yet actually, a friend set us up.” 

Eddie’s movements freeze for a second, eyebrows furrowing together in a look of confusion as if that was the craziest thing that anyone had ever told him. He grabs the bottle of simple syrup adding more to what looked like it was going to be a sweet drink before he answers.

“Someone like you shouldn’t need to be set up, sweetheart.” He looks up at you from under the hood of his lashes quickly picking up on the effect he has on you.

He twirls another empty glass onto the counter top before he smashes the lid of the shaker on, not giving you a chance to respond he starts shaking it louder than you know is necessary. The bats tattooed on his arm dance across the muscles with the flex of every flick of his wrist.

“Really? Laying it on thick, huh?” Raising your voice enough to know he could hear you, he taunts you by cupping his free hand over his ear to make a show of pretending he can’t, mouthing a ‘sorry’ with a smirk. The laugh he earns from when he finally relents is the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard. 

“Well I hope this ‘friend’ has a good vetting process. No less than three interviews or no dice.” He pours your drink with panache, like he’s putting on a show for you, like you’re sure he does with all the other girls.

Grabbing a straw he plugs one end with his index finger before he dips it into the slightly lighter liquid. The heat between your legs becomes almost unbearable when his lips wrap around the end tasting his creation with a low groan, his pink tongue pokes out to collect the sweetness left behind.

“I think, I think you’re gonna like this one. It’s an Eddie Munson original, I’m calling it "Wasting Love.” The roll of your eyes makes him bark out another laugh. The signs of the smoke you smell on him are more noticeable in this one’s rumble.

“I wonder what could have inspired it?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with him while you waited for Craig, but you can’t help yourself. Besides, he was already ten minutes late.

“I think you know what inspired it sweetheart, I can tell you’re not just some pretty face.” Dimples poking through his cheeks, he finally takes notice of the glares from the customers filling up the bar. Everyone’s patience starting to wear thin while they waited for whatever this was to be over. 

“I gotta stop ignoring all the other people in here real quick, but I’ll be back for your review.” He throws you another wink and it has you shifting in your seat as he starts to walk away.

“Wait! I never opened a tab!” Calling after him as you reach for your purse, he tuts loudly, turning around to face you, continuing his path walking backwards. 

“You shouldn’t be paying for a thing tonight, gorgeous.” He waves his hand dismissively before his back is to you again giving his undivided attention to the bearded man who looked ready to murder the carefree metal head if he didn’t get his Bud Light in the next five seconds.

Trying not to get too caught up in someone that wasn’t your date you timidly bring the straw to your lips. Humming appreciatively when the sweetness hits your tastebuds you’re pleasantly surprised at how much you actually like it. Feeling bold enough to take a bigger gulp, you look around for Craig again. So lost in the little bubble you had been in with Eddie you didn’t realize how much more the bar had filled up since you arrived. A new kind of rowdy energy in the air — the low murmurs of conversation get loud enough to drown out Semi- Charmed Kinda Life.

Glancing down at your pink swatch watch, your date was now twenty minutes late. Turning around to check and make sure the lavender cross body you told him to look for was visible, you crane your neck around looking one last time. It’s easy to shrug off the sinking feeling of rejection when you turn back around to watch Eddie in his natural habitat. 

He moves behind the bar like he’s been doing it his whole life, like everything was muscle memory.  As if he could feel you staring he catches your gaze throwing you a smirk before he tosses a bottle of tequila in the air catching it with ease. Pouring it into four lined up shot glasses, the group of girls in front of him celebrating what looked like a bachelorette party with all their multi-colored hats and boas squealed with drunk delight. Your eyes hit the back of your skull in a hard roll when one of them bats their eyelashes at him with a hand on his arm.

Sucking down the rest of your drink, the slurping once you hit the ice is loud enough to annoy the guy next to you who shoots you a warning look over his shoulder. Mouthing an apology you push your empty glass away looking around the bar one more time. The guilt of flirting with Eddie starts to disappear when you look at your watch again and start coming to terms you were actually being stood up. Searching for his doe eyes again, your heart sinks when you find him this time.

Dimples in his cheeks again, he’s practically beaming at her. Their body language telling you this isn’t their first time meeting and how animated he is when he talks to her is like he’s known her for years. Gesturing wildly with his hands while she nods enthusiastically, something he says has her throwing her head back with a laugh loud enough you can hear it over the music. You huff through your nose, the sting of rejection sneaking its way back in. The reminder that he was just doing his job and you were here for a date, one that never showed up, slaps you right in the face.

Averting your gaze to spare whatever confidence you have left, your eyes find the bouncer at the front door. Inside the bar now with a hard glare set on his handsome face. His arms sit folded across his broad chest while his jaw clenches at the same time as the muscles in his shoulders flex. Steve looks pissed.

Interest piqued, you follow his line of sight despite it going in the direction of the bar you were trying to avoid. Somehow not surprised when your eyes land on her again, you notice Eddie has already busied himself with someone else. With his back towards both of you he fills two pints with Blue Moon, the uncomfortable look on her face couldn’t be missed. The greasy blonde hair on the man that was clearly invading her personal space told you he’d been drinking all day. The grimace on her pretty face says she could smell it on his breath too.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you see him grab onto her arm while trying to whisper in her ear. You feel yourself ready to stand up and help when she pushes him away, with the way the veins in her neck were flexing whatever she was saying to him wasn't nice. Shoving her hand in his face she storms towards the front door where Steve is waiting, looking seconds away from killing the man who followed her path out of the bar with a leer.

The scowl on her face softens instantly when she’s met with Steve opening the door, the glare on his face being replaced with a deep flush when you catch a “Thanks, Stevie” fall appreciatively from her lips.

SMACK

Jumping at the sound of metal hitting wood, Eddie’s dimples show themselves only this time they are for you as he leans forward on his arms again, eyes flicking towards the spot next to you. He pulls himself even closer when he notices no one new occupying the stool, making you search for friction with the fat of your thighs. 

“Penny for your thoughts, beautiful?” Flashing you his perfect teeth for the second time tonight the bruise to your ego already starts to disappear.

“I drank it without gagging, didn’t I?” Crossing your arms on top of the bar it's your turn to lean into his space and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your new boldness.

Licking his lips, your eyes greedily follow the path of his tongue. His smile stretches across his face even more when he notices, making no effort to move- unwilling to back down from the silent standoff you’ve challenged him too.

“‘I’ll have you know I take that as a very high compliment coming from you.” His breath fans across your cheeks from this close, mint and whiskey hitting your nose when he huffs a laugh. “Where’s Prince Charming?”

“Turns out there was no Prince, just an ugly old toad.” Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him through half lidded eyes, “Good thing I didn’t kiss him, huh?”

A low rumble shakes in his chest as he dares to lean in even closer, the tips of your noses almost brushing while the bubble you’d lost yourselves in reappears.

“Yeah baby, you can’t give those out to just anybody, they gotta be for someone special.” His voice is low, dripping with the kind of want you’d never had directed at you before. His eyes take in every inch of your face from this close while you try to keep up with his smooth tongue.

“Got anyone in mind, Eddie?” Doing your best to match his tone, his brows pinch together at the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth taking one last look at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah, I know a guy actually. He’s a bartender with a great head of hair.” Wiggling his eyebrows when you snort, the front door swings open, breaking you two apart as the girl from before commands the room like a record scratch, silencing the bar for the first time all night.

“Eddie! It’s bad, Steve needs you!” The sheer panic in her voice is enough for the jealous monster inside you to stay at bay as Eddie pushes back on his heels.

An irritated sigh escapes him while he mutters ‘not a-fucking-gain’ under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes find yours. You jump a little when he grabs your hands, the warmth of his palms enveloping yours while he gives you a pleading look.

“Don’t - I mean, please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back, I need to go save my buddy’s ass again. But I promise I’ll be right back, this conversation is too important to leave unfinished.” He flashes you that million dollar smile like chaos isn’t ensuing outside and all you can do is nod, signaling that you’ll stay put.

Hopping over the bar his loose fitting combat boots squeak over the counter top, the black jeans that were hidden from your sight somehow fit him even better than his shirt. Your gaze is shamelessly hungry as it follows him until he’s out the door. The scuffle outside leaking through the music with a blur of bodies outside. 

Too focused on the glimpse of Eddie’s towering frame stepping between the two guys to break up the fight, you don’t notice the person who walks through the unattended door until it shuts behind him with a thud. Ready to glare at whoever it is your eyes widen when you meet the ones belonging to who you can only assume is Craig. The burnt auburn hair he sports and the way he zero’s in on your purse confirms your suspicions. This was Craig, you're incredibly late and not even remotely as attractive as the bartender, date.

“Shit, shit, shit.” No matter how quickly you averted your stare, you knew it was too late, he saw you. Panic sets in while your brain goes a mile a minute trying to think a way out of this.

Looking around the bar for some sort of escape, the thought of ducking into the bathroom sounds like a winner but then the image of Eddie coming back and seeing you gone seeps into the forefront of your mind making you quickly toss that idea out the window. Turning to the people on either side of you who are too lost in their own conversations to notice your dilemma, you try to decide which one you could interrupt the most naturally. 

The couple on your right looks like they’re on a date going really well and the one on your left seems like two friends catching up. The tap on your shoulder is enough for you to make a split second decision, clearing your throat you spare the newly blossoming romance next you from your desperate antics, choosing to interrupt the friends who are reconnecting with a loud fake laugh.

“That’s when she told me- um excuse me do I know you?” Gruff and confused, the man closest to you looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. First your loud slurping and now this? This plan was never going to work from the get-go.

Another persistent tap on your shoulder has you grasping for straws. You open your mouth to try to sell whatever this was one last time. 

“Umm excuse me?”  Craig’s voice comes out loud enough to cut you off and for the poor guy next to you to give you the final cold shoulder. Unable to ignore him any longer, you force yourself to turn around and face him head on. Kind of. 

Channeling your inner Alicia Silverstone you try to give him the best Clueless look you can muster and he returns it with an even more confused expression, clearing his throat.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Craig, Ariana’s friend. I think I’m supposed to be meeting you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his tan slacks, the maroon sweater he wears fits loosely over his thin frame, dirty black chucks on his feet, his look screams ‘I listen to Nirvana’.

“Umm, I think you have the wrong person? I wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone here tonight.” It’s not believable in the slightest when the words leave your mouth, your less than confident delivery giving you away. The look on his face lets you know you’ve definitely been made

“Are you sure? I was told to look for the girl with a lavender purse.”  As if to prove his point he points to the exact one he’s talking about slung across your shoulder. He scoffs when you keep up with your charade, “I know I’m late but this is ridiculous.”

“A lot of girls have purple bags, Craig.” His name comes out dripping in venom, the need to get rid of him before Eddie’s return throwing any logic out the window. You needed to believe your own lie.

The sudden harshness has him raising his hands in defense, backing down a little under the daggers of your glare.

“Whoa, chill out, my bad. You just match the exact description I was given, that's all.”

Clenching your jaw in frustration because he just won’t give up, you try to hold your composure while your eyes flick towards the door in anticipation for his return.

“Well you’ve told me you were late twice already so she probably just left. Rude of you to keep her waiting honestly.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you know that he’s aware of exactly what you are doing but you don’t care anymore.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened, and not her being bitter I’m one measly hour late.” The way his words clip signal the rejection sinking in, a glare setting firm on his face.

It’s the stare down of the century before Eddie comes barging through the entrance with a loud huff and a clap of his hands. Cheeks red from yelling and hair slightly more wild than before. He checks to make sure you’re still exactly where he left you before he glances over to Craig for a split second not registering who he is. Hopping over the bar with another skid of his boots, he still manages to give you a lopsided grin when he gets to the other side. Hitting the top of the bar in a series of beats - he’s a ball of energy.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart, Steve’s lucky the girl he took a knuckle sandwich for has a first aid kit. Rick keeps saying he’s gonna get one but I have yet to see it. Want another cocktail?” Talking a mile a minute with the leftover adrenaline from the fight, he still doesn’t notice the way Craig watches the two of you until he catches how awkward you’re being. Eddie’s face hardens, the softness he was giving you disappearing. “Something I can help you with buddy?”

You don’t even have to look at Craig to know he’s puffing out his chest with a point of his chin addressing Eddie.

“Actually pal, maybe you can.” His tone makes Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, a tested smile spreading over his lips while he lets Craig continue. “I was supposed to meet someone here for a blind date, I was told to look for a girl with a lavender purse exactly like this one. You haven't seen another girl with this exact same bag have you?” 

Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, amusement filling the specks of golden brown as he picks up on exactly what’s happening. The corners of his lips twitch before he nods his head licking his bottom lip holding your gaze long enough to make you squirm before bringing his attention back to Craig with a low whistle.

“Oh yeah, I remember that hottie, man. It’s a shame you were late, she took off with this dude she met waiting for you. She didn’t stand a chance, though, honestly. I know the guy, he’s too smooth for his own good. Pretty good looking too. Can’t be leaving your girl unattended around him. Probably wouldn’t have worked out between you two anyway.” Eddie catches the roll of your eyes at his self indulgent story as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to hide your face splitting grin.

“Why don’t you walk away with some dignity. What’s that saying? There’s always more fish in the sea or some shit.” Eddie adds more salt to the wound, finally breaking Craig enough to give up.

“Whatever you say man, this bar is fuckin’ lame anyway. Who wants to drink to Third Eye Blind.” Grumbling his insults as he slinks away, he takes one last look at you and Eddie before his final exit with a flip of his middle finger.

Eddie’s stare is hot on your face, while you bashfully avoid his gaze keeping your eyes lingering on the door. When you finally dare to meet his eyes the shit eating grin on his face makes you groan, the buzz of your drink pulling a giggle out of you. 

“Eddie, don’t —“

“Well, well, aren’t you just a little heartbreaker, huh?” His teasing only makes your cheeks grow hotter as you try to hide your face from his view.

“Don’t you need to go attend to all the customers you left?” Your words come out muffled from behind your hands as you slowly pull them down just enough to uncover the fake glare you were sending his way.

“I’ve got my favorite one right here.” Voice dropping low with a smirk, he was right, you didn’t stand a chance.

“I haven’t paid for a single thing, you refused my money if you remember.” Bringing your hands down to fully come out of hiding, he bites his bottom lip when he can take in your features again.

“It’s no good here, baby, I could actually get arrested if I take it and then how would I be able to take you out to get pancakes after my shift if I’m behind bars?” Bringing his hands together in mock shackles and a pout, the chain wrapped around his wrist catches your eyes for the first time.

“You’re takin’ me to get pancakes?” Flirting like a love sick teenager, you even start to kick your feet under the bar.

“It’s the least I can do since you’re my fill in bouncer for the rest of the night.” Smirking, he nods his head to the man at the opposite end of the bar flagging him down with a twenty dollar bill. His eyes sparkling with something new now that he had you.

“Me? A Bouncer? I’m not intimidating in the slightest!” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you smile at his retreating form, the game of ‘playing hard to get’ becoming a thing of the past now.

“Sorry, you owe me, heartbreaker.” He shrugs like it’s out of his control before flashing you the same lopsided grin leaving you a mess of nerves from getting to spend the night with him.

The hours till close go by faster than you anticipate with Eddie topping off your drink any time you ask, the buzz from the alcohol is just enough to handle the growing intensity of his flirting. Now that the only obstacle in the way of each other was time, he was relentless.

Enjoying the game of chicken the two of you had started unconsciously playing, you stop noticing the clock. Every six customers earns you five —sometimes ten minutes of his time and he makes sure to use every second of those breaks as an excuse to lean in close, whispering in your ear, holding your face close every time you talk. He was getting off on the way he could make you shift in your seat and hide your bottom lip between your teeth when he got close enough for his lips to brush against your ear. Your fingers find excuses to wrap around his wrist when he invades your space, playing with his chain, you keep him close making sure to tilt your head just enough for him to catch a glimpse down your neck into the low cut of your dress.

The small hand on the clock above the door hits the three and it’s not until his breaks start getting longer and your touches are able to get a little bolder that you notice the murmur of voices over the music disappears. The few stranglers left sipping their last drinks of the evening are paying the two of you no mind despite the way he’s tucking your hair out of his way to trace the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose.

The realization that you’re finally about to be alone with him brings your nerves to a head and the need to check yourself over in the bathroom mirror becomes urgent. The flick of his tongue along your earlobe distracts you for a second as your head nudges against his when it tickles making a giggle slip past your lips.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, Eddie.” You inhale the scent of pine lingering in his shampoo, giving him one last nudge with your nose before hopping off the stool. He gives you his best puppy eyes as you get up to leave, pushing out his bottom lip when you tug your dress down.

“Please, I’ll be like three minutes.” You roll your eyes at him but the smile that lights up your face tells him you’re eating it up.

“I’ll be counting every second you're gone, baby.” Holding his hands over his heart for dramatic effect the man at the end of the bar snorts loudly ruining the moment. He earns an annoyed glare from the bartender, “Better hurry up and finish that shit old man, it’s closing time.” 

You hear him grunt in response to Eddie’s rude reminder before disappearing into the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. Stickers and writing with permanent marker cover every inch of the dark crimson walls. The doors of the black stalls barely hang from their hinges, dents from many reckless drunk nights at The Foxy Lounge punch random spots into the metal. The bottom of your sneakers stick to the floor with every step to the mirror where more stickers and black scribbles line the surface including a girl named Leigh’s phone number with the note ‘for a good time call’ attached at the end leaving just enough room to see your face.

The space buns on top of your head are messy from Eddie nuzzling his beard into your hair all night. You try to salvage what was left of them by tightening the knots a little more before deciding it's a lost cause. He was probably just going to mess them up more anyway. The thought of Eddie’s hands being free to touch you in every way you’ve wanted all night has you taking a deep breath while you hold your own eyes in the mirror.

“It’s happening, you’re gonna have sex with him. You’re gonna fuck the super hot bartender who flirts like it’s his second language tonight and you’re gonna be confident about it okay? You hear me?” Pointing to yourself in the mirror, the determination in your stare is enough for your tipsy pep talk to work its magic.

Taking one last look at yourself with a nod of your head you pull open the bathroom door ready to take on the rest of the night. Only to stop in your tracks when you notice the stool that was occupied is now empty and every inch of Eddie is also in full view from where he stands in front of the jukebox. Your eyes are insatiable taking in his tall frame like this for the first time all night. 

You notice the giant chain that hangs from his belt loop this time, and there’s even more rips in his jeans than before giving you a peek at the pale skin hidden underneath. His shoulder blades move under the thin fabric of his shirt when he clicks his choice on the machine. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer spills out from the speakers of the bar as he turns on his heels, the smirk that plays on his lips dares you to catch the hint with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Very subtle.” Crossing your arms as if to act immune to his charms, you know he sees right through your facade but he plays along anyway raising his big hands up in the air in mock surrender.

“It’s just one of my favorite songs, I don’t know what kinda ideas you got going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He takes a few more steps towards you slowly closing the gap, daring to be closer to you than he had been all night without a wooden bar separating you.

“Interesting, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Sixpence fan.” Raising your eyebrow, you have to look up at him when he finally takes the last few steps to stand in front of you. 

“Why? Cause I’m such a tough guy?” His grin grows wider when he looks down at you catching the roll of your eyes while you uncross your arms opening your body up to him with a laugh. 

“I can’t stand you.” Your swat is flirtatious with your palm hitting his chest. He’s quick to catch it, using your hand as leverage to pull you closer, biting back his groan when a breathy gasp slips past your lips when he tucks you into chest. First your giggle and now this? He just knew you were going to sound so pretty falling apart for him.

“I think Craig would call that bluff sweetheart.” He gives you a minute to let his words sink in, throwing his head back with a loud laugh when you huff at him embarrassed. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing. He needed to be dumped, a girl like you deserves someone that's gonna show up when they’re supposed to.”

The sweetness of his words has you melt against him, the playful pull from before surrendering to his touch and you swear there’s hearts in your eyes from the way he looks down at you after saying something like that. 

“Thanks for tonight Eddie,” your voice is small when it comes out laced with adoration, and it’s his turn to get bashful making your favorite dimples come out again.

“No problem sweetheart, honestly it’s my fuckin’ lucky night.” Pulling your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss to the skin stretched over them before letting your hand drop, noting the disappointment on your face that you’re quick to cover up. 

“Wanna get some fresh air while I smoke before I close this place down?” 

——

Eddie somehow looks even better under the twinkling stars and pink fluorescent lights of The Foxy Lounge sign. The low hum of the electricity filling your ears as you lean against the brick of the building. His eyes are brighter out here, catching them with your own when he looks at you over the end of his cigarette.

He winks when you meet his pointed gaze, the flame of his lighter casting shadows that dance across the strong lines of his jaw, the orange glow highlighting the stubble that covers it. Batting your lashes at him, you push your hips off the wall playfully while he keeps his eyes on you through his entire first drag, only breaking contact for the split second he needs to blow the smoke he inhaled away from you. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” His words come out like a warning before he takes another hit.

“How am I looking at you Eddie?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you make sure to say his name extra sweet just how you figured out he likes. He shakes his head with a low chuckle blowing more smoke into the clear night sky. 

Despite only taking two drags, he flicks the barely smoked cigarette to the side before closing the distance with a few steps leaving him crowding you against the building. Your chest brushes against his with every shallow breath. Getting lost in the darkening amber inside his eyes, the calloused tips of his fingers catch against the soft skin of your chin. The pad of his thumb pulling the velvet of your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

Ducking his head down he nudges your nose with his, the heat of his breath fanning against your open mouth. His eyes go from yours back down to your glossed lips silently begging for your permission.

“I think it was you that was hinting at kissing me earlier.” Pushing up on your tiptoes, you smile against him when your lips just barely touch. 

“Oh? You think that’s what I was doing hmm?” Asking the question he already knows the answer to, his tongue licks against your top lip as your hands find the material of his shirt, fisting as much of it as you can before yanking him down to collect his lips with an eager mouth, giving up winning whatever game this was. 

You swallow his moan when your tongues meet in the middle battling for dominance, teeth scraping, you taste the few puffs of tobacco still lingering on his taste buds as his muscle massages against yours. Sliding his knee between your thighs, he smiles smug into the kiss when your hips search for friction against the denim.

He breaks away from your mouth long enough to start trailing wet kisses down your jaw, the rough hair on his chin rubbing your skin raw as he starts nipping and sucking bruises along your neck. Biting hard enough at your pulse point to have to soothe it with his tongue after the mewls he pulls from you are enough to drive him insane.

Your fingers tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, giving his roots a pull while you turn your head, opening more of yourself to him. Taking your silent invitation he nips at the dip of your collar bone before lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. 

“I gotta close up baby, but then…”rubbing his hands up your curves with a low groan he squeezes at the plush of your hips before finishing his sentence, “I think I promised you pancakes.”

Nodding your head because words are stuck at the tip of your tongue, he grabs your cheeks with a strong grip, smushing your lips together before stealing one last kiss.

——-

Eddie doesn’t give you the attention you’ve grown accustomed to all night when he starts the process of actually cleaning the bar. Your body still buzzes like a live wire from the drinks and the kiss outside. He’d been counting his tips with his back to you for the last ten minutes and you were growing impatient for more of him. You needed it. 

Counting the last bill he finally turns around and your thighs press together when you get to see his face again. Shifting in your seat when his eyes barely meet yours, he makes his way to the other end of the bar. Pushing yourself up to lean forward with puckered lips, he ignores your advances passing by without so much as a glance in your direction. Huffing when you plop back in your seat, he flips the knob starting to wash his hands in the mini sink with his back to you again. Your foot taps against the metal of the stool as you watch him grab the scratched up red bucket hanging below and a fresh rag quickly replacing his hands with it to fill up.

You wonder if he can feel your stare when he adds the soap, taking his time while he spins the rag in the steaming water, he starts ringing it out. Arms flexing and suds spilling over his knuckles, you were gonna lose your mind if you didn’t get your hands on him soon. 

He makes big swipes as he starts working his way towards you, keeping his eyes so focused on his task you’d think you were invisible if it wasn’t for the smirk that was getting impossible for him to hide. It only grows bigger when he stops in front of you, adding a low hum to his charade purposely wiping around the outline of your hands that were splayed out on the counter ready to push yourself up again. 

“Eddie - c’mon!”  

You’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the laugh that falls easy from his chest when he finally looks at you. His face softens and his eyes darken when he catches your angry pout, your fingers are quick to find his free ones making him tsk at you but he doesn’t pull away.

“My hands are wet baby.” He knew you didn’t care and the teeth showing in his wide grin told you he didn’t either.

Giving into your persistence like it hasn’t been a fight to keep his hands to himself this whole time, he leans forward brushing his nose with yours before nudging it against your cheek so your lips just barely touch. When you go to close the space he pulls back just enough to tease, a small whine escaping you at his games.

“What’s got you so needy, huh?” His words are whispered as he presses with the slightest pressure before pulling back again. “I didn’t kiss you good enough outside, you need more?”

“Please.” Your cheeks burn when you hear how your voice sounds, but his grip on your fingers tighten and a low moan breaks through his front at how desperate you sound just for a kiss.

“Gotta give my girl what she needs.” Your brain gets stuck on the words ‘my girl’ taking you a minute to realize he was finally giving you what you want.

It’s slower than outside, he’s taking his time with you this time. Untangling his fingers from yours, his hand comes up to wrap around the side of your neck. The water feels good on your skin as the pad of his thumb starts rubbing soft lines under your jaw while his tongue swipes at your bottom lip looking for more. You don’t give into his advances on purpose, keeping your mouth closed to get him back for all his teasing you feel his smile grow against your own.

Expecting him to stop and surrender, he only doubles down. Catching your top lip with his bottom, he pulls away just enough for you to open your eyes. God, you wished you kept them closed. The brightness from outside had turned them into nothing but black leaving no trace of the specks of brown from before. The knowledge that he was just as affected by all of this as you sends you reeling. Toes curling inside your sneakers.

“Whining over here for me to give you what you want, and here I am baby, and you’re playing hard to get.” Nipping at your bottom lip he meets your heavy lidded gaze again, “Gonna let me give you what you want?”

He barely lets you finish nodding before he’s on you, the hunger from outside coming back as he leans over the bar to deepen the kiss like you’d been begging him for. Opening your mouth for him without hesitation when he asks for permission again your tongues meet lazily, exploring each other like you didn’t get a chance to before. Pushing up again eager to get more of him he pulls back leaving you breathless with spit slick lips.

Despite the way his chest heaves trying to catch his breath, he does his best to play it cool, smirking when you have no shame chasing for more.

“I gotta finish closing up.” He gives you one more chaste kiss before he starts wiping the rest of the counter down. 

Jutting out your bottom lip into a pout, he laughs, throwing out a ‘you’ll survive five minutes baby.’

You leave him alone doing your best not to distract him, despite how much your fingers itch to have him close again. Grabbing the money from the register and the receipts for the night he disappears back into what you could only assume was Rick’s office. When he pops back out he looks a little more relaxed.

“Just gotta wipe the bottles down and then I’m getting the prettiest girl the best pancakes in town.” Clapping his hands together with a rub of his palms, he grabs another rag.

You were starting to hate pancakes. Not that you didn’t want them, you just wanted him more.

“Hey Eddie?” Trying to hide your ulterior motives in the sweetness of your voice, his eyes meet yours almost instantly and they narrow just as quick.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Setting the rag down he leans forward with his palms on the bar he gives you his undivided attention. An intimidation tactic. Unable to help yourself, your eyes trace up the ink covering his arms.

“Teach me how to make that drink?” Looking up at him from under your lashes, you see something flash across his face, fingertips digging into the countertop after the question leaves your mouth.

“Wasting Love?” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t call it that now, would you?” Laying it on thick, a slow smile spreads across his face. He saw what you were doing and he was going to fall into your trap willingly.

“Why don’t you come back here then, we’ll make our own.” His voice comes out low, his pupils taking over all the brown, pretty white teeth baring themselves at you.

His gaze is predatory when he watches you jump from the stool, the exaggerated sway of your hips keeps his eyes trained on the curve of your waist as you make your way into his space for the first time all night. Leaning against the back counter, his legs are spread wide leaving little to the imagination on how worked up you had him. His eyebrows raise when he sees the automatic press of your thighs at the sight. It wasn’t fair, you were trying to seduce him, not the other way around. He wasn’t even trying.

As if on cue the jukebox that had been left to play all night clicks, Ginuwine’s Pony pouring out of the speakers as he licks his lips unashamed at the way he’s drinking all of you in like this.

“Gonna teach me how to make something sweet, Eddie?” Trailing a finger along the bar while you close the distance, you drag out the ‘e’ at the end of his name just enough to get him to groan.

His hands grab your waist squeezing just hard enough to feel his strength before using it to pull you flush against him. The material of your dress doing nothing to hide how hard he is pressed into your ass. His lips trace the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath tickling your neck as you push back into him searching for more. The stubble on his face rubs rough against the soft skin of your cheek as he punctuates each word with a roll of his hips.

“The sweetest, baby.” 

You bite back your moan when his nose trails up your neck, his lips just barely grazing the warmth of your flesh before they settle back against your ear. You hold onto the wood of the bar in front of you when he hums low, feeling it deep in your core. His calloused fingers start a path up the bare skin of your thigh hiking up your dress when they catch the hem.

“Tell me,” your eyes close when his nose is pressed to your temple as he speaks, “Do you like cherries, baby?” His tongue catches your earlobe sucking it into his mouth, grazing it between his teeth when he lets it back out.

Your knees almost buckle at how good everything feels, the slow rock of his hips never stopping as he plucks at the lace trim of your underwear. 

“Y- yeah, I love cherries,” you whimper when his palms lay flat on the outside of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin when he squeezes at the fat working his way back up.

“Of course you do, pretty.” His thumbs hook the sides of your underwear, “You’re just so sweet all the time, huh?” Despite the need for friction, you spread your legs for him wondering if he can hear the way your lips pull apart sticky, arousal coating the inside of your thighs.

He chuckles soft in your ear praising you with a ‘so sweet’ before giving them a tug, letting the red lace fall to the floor. Keeping his hands on your hips, he presses himself against you hard enough to have the heels of your sneakers pick up off the ground. A low ‘fuck’ slipping out from under his breath when you whine a little.

“Red lace? Was Kurt gonna get lucky or was this just a ploy to get me all along, sweetheart?” Your cheeks burn at his question, his low chuckle tickling your ear when he hears you huff out an annoyed breath. “‘Cause if that’s the case all you would’ve had to do is walk through that door on any given night.”

He grinds himself against you one more time, but you can really feel him this time and it makes your legs shake.

“Are we gonna make this drink or do you wanna keep talking about Craig?”  The shake of your voice doesn’t go unnoticed despite trying to be sharp with him but the grip on your waist still tightens at the mention of the other man’s name

“Sure we can, if that’s really what you wanna do.” His words taunt you but with one hand holding you against him the other flips a clean cocktail glass onto the bar top with ease, like he wasn’t rock hard digging into your back.

Reaching around, his hand trails up the front of your thigh sending goosebumps across your heated skin. A shiver runs down your spine when he dares to dip between your legs inching his way towards where you want him most.

“We better not mix liquors so why don’t you be a good girl and grab the whiskey for me.” His lips brush against your ear with every word, his hand never faltering on their path even when his fingertips meet your slick folds. Feather light, he traces along your slit, not daring to break the barrier yet. Brain hazy with want you don’t even comprehend what bottle you reach for, blindly grabbing for whatever was in front of you.

“That is tequila, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk, tsk are you even listening to what I’m saying? Or are you too…” Before he finishes his sentence he pushes his index finger past your entrance, your warm walls wrapping tight around his digit, “…distracted?”

Your head lulls back against his chest, your eyes closing when he pushes two knuckles deeper. Your needy whimper makes him kick up again making you grind your ass against him in response. Licking your lips, you try to collect yourself only chasing for more of his finger once. 

“N-no, I can do it.”  Determined to prove him wrong, you focus just long enough to grab the Jameson bottle, “What’s next?”

He hums in approval while his smile grows against your skin. Deciding to indulge in your stubborn game still, he curves his finger enough just to make you gasp his name.

“Are we keeping this simple, or do you want something a little more—” Adding a second finger, you stretch easily for him now, dripping down his hand, “Complicated?” 

You shudder, a moan slipping past your lips while your grip on the bottle tightens so much you're scared it’ll shatter. Fuck, you gotta keep it …

“S- simple - oh.” His thumb finds your clit applying just enough pressure to have your mouth fall open and your brows to knit together, and just as quick as he’s there, he’s gone. 

Pulling himself free, he tries his best to ignore the way your pussy tries to suck him back in, your body begging him for more. You whimper at the loss, your eyes opening to remind you where you are.

“I’m gonna need both hands to do this, baby.” His fingers shine with your slick when he wiggles them for show, stepping back just enough for you to see the grin on his face but not enough to get out of your personal space. 

Grabbing his wrist, his eyes go dark when he realizes what you’re about to do. Gaze turning half lidded when your mouth opens, huffing out a deep breath when your tongue flattens against the pads of the two fingers that were just buried inside of you. Wrapping your lips around them, your arousal is tangy sweet hitting your taste buds.

Hollowing your cheeks as you suck them clean, you watch the confidence drain from his face, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sight. The blunt ends of his nails dig through the soft material of your dress and he starts rutting into you with a little more force when you slide your tongue between each knuckle.

“Jesus christ,” his voice is strangled, words coming out through gritted teeth when you let him go with a loud pop.

“Now you can use both hands,” you say innocently, like you didn’t just suck them clean. You let his fingers tug at your bottom lip before dropping his wrist.

He fists a handful of your dress, a low growl rumbling from his chest getting a taste of his own medicine. Licking his lips, his eyes narrow at you before his teeth start to show, mischievous in the low light.

“Well if we want this drink cold, we need to fill this shaker with ice.” Just like the glass, he flips it on the counter one hand never leaving your waist despite his claim. 

Pressing his lips to your ear again, he makes sure to let his breath linger a little before he talks, enjoying the goosebumps that appear from such a simple touch.

“Fill it up for me, baby?” Your thighs clench at the deep rasp in his voice, both of his hands finding a home spread out on your thighs.

Nodding your head you slide open the silver metal door of the ice chest below you, bending over more than you needed to to scoop it up into the shaker. He groans loud when you press into him like this, his fingers making quick work to flip the back of your dress up. 

“Look at you, so fucking messy for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Grabbing a handful of your ass, he ruts into you, the rough denim hitting your clit in a way that has you moaning his name.

He laughs quietly at your neediness flipping your dress back down when you straighten out. Chests heaving in time with the other, neither one of you was ready to back down. Not yet.

“Might need to unzip those pants.” Looking over your shoulder at him you fake a pout, “Feeling a little strained back there handsome.”

Smugness dripping from the smile on your face, he raises his eyebrows at you in a challenge. 

“Since you wanted something simple sweetheart, we just need two more things.” One hand snakes its way back between your legs, squeezing at the inside of your thigh before he lets you go for the first time since you set foot behind the bar.

Craning your neck so you could follow him, you find him bent down grabbing lemon juice from the mini fridge under the shorter back counter. Shutting the door with his foot when he stands up, he throws a wink your way when he grabs the simple syrup.

Setting the bottles in front of you he steals a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more before he grabs the small tub of cherries from the fridge he forgot his first go around.

“Okay, so you’re gonna grab the Jameson, and I want you to pour it out to the count of three for me then cut it off.” He returns to his place behind you, his large hand swallowing yours when it shadows your movements.

Your pour is shaky when he counts low in your ear, nuzzling his nose in your hair calling you a good girl after each successful addition to the simple concoction.

“Alright, now you’re gonna shake it as hard as you can angel.” His hands squeeze your hips for encouragement.

Doing as he says he pulls you against him even harder when your arms start to go wild. Your chest bounces with each movement making you giggle and you almost don’t hear the hitch in his breath at the sight. 

He helps you by putting the strainer over the rim of the glass when you’re ready to pour. Mumbling soft words of praise while he nibbles at your ear lobe. The drink is much lighter than the one you had all night, the dark orange turning lemon as the white foam fizzed on top.

“I think I could take your job.” You smirk reaching for the cherries to top it all off. 

“You think you could take my job?” He snorts incredulous, watching you unwrap the plastic wrap from the small tub dropping three cherries into the already very sweet cocktail.

“Absolutely.” Grinning while ignoring his stare you reach for another cherry, “No doubt in my mind.” You grab the fruit between your teeth, finally meeting his eyes as you pull the stem, relishing in the burst of sugar and grenadine that erupts against your tongue.

“Tough luck princess, unless you know how to tie that cherry stem in a knot with your teeth, no bar in this town is gonna touch you.” Grabbing his own cherry, he dangles it in front of your frowning mouth for you to bite. Obliging him with it bumps your bottom lip you tug gently, taking the fruit before chewing slowly while he sucks the stem once before it disappears in his mouth.

“I’m calling your bluff now. No one knows how to actually do that.” Daring him to prove you wrong he mutters a ‘watch me’ between his working teeth.

You don’t lose focus on the way his hand on your waist starts to wander, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the fat of your thigh while his tongue ties the stem like it’s easy. Jaw flexing with each twist of his tongue before he pushes it out to show you, a pleased look on his face when the small knot in the middle comes out perfectly placed. 

Swiping it off his tongue with the fingers that were inside you minutes ago, you wonder if he can still taste you when he sets it next to your drink satisfied by the way your jaw drops.

“How do you think I got this job? I’m more than just a cute face.” The touch of his hands grows bolder when they start working their way up your dress, a thickness in the air that wasn’t there before filling your lungs.

“That’s quite the skill set you have there Mr. Munson,” your giggle is breathless, your eyes going from his down to his lips as you try to play it off.  

“I can do more than that with my tongue sweetheart, if you wanna find out.” His nose nudges against yours, the smirk on his face making you sweat when his fingers trace up your wet folds again.

Surrendering instantly, you forget all about the drink the two of you made nodding without hesitation the desperation for him all night finally taking over.

“Yeah?” His voice breaks when his thick fingers push into your entrance again feeling just how worked up all his teasing had you.

“Please - Eddie,” the pad of his thumb finds your clit again making you beg, “Fuck.”

“Asking me so sweet, how could I say no to you?” Murmuring against your lips, he finally gives in and kisses you. Wet and sloppy he only does it long enough to take your breath away before dropping to his knees.

His big hands on your hips angle you to face forward, flipping your dress up over your ass again. The air of the bar is still hot against your folds, arousal dripping down your thighs, you’re fully exposed to him now. You hear him suck the skin of his teeth at the sight, a ringed hand coming down just hard enough on your right cheek to make it jiggle before both hands palm the fat.

“I can’t believe you were gonna let anybody else but me have this pussy. Should be a punishable offense.” Pulling your cheeks apart to expose more of you to his hungry eyes, he pushes at the small of your back signaling for you to bend over more for him.

He moans loud enough to make you jump when you listen to his command, even you can hear the sound of your lips pulling apart for him. 

“All this for me, baby, fuck, you spoil me.” He wastes no time burying his face between your folds, his talented tongue collecting your juices before finding your clit. The rough hair on his chin rubbing your sensitive skin raw as he shakes his head from side to side. 

Squeezing your ass to pull you closer to his face when you try to run away, he sucks your bundle of nerves harder when he gets you back to where he wants you, dipping his nose into your entrance every time.

He does the motions he would do when he ties the cherry stem into a knot against your clit, a strangled moan ripping from your throat when he does it again.

Your hands find purchase on the top of the bar, eyes closed tight while you see white behind your lids. Your nails dig into the wood when his tongue flattens, the lewd squelching of your arousal filling your ears when he pushes his face so deep between your legs you aren’t sure if he can even breathe. The moan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates to your core tells you he doesn’t care. Wrapping his lips tight around your clit he sucks even harder, not caring when your legs start to shake from overstimulation. 

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna - fuck!” His name comes out long and drawn out when you fall apart on his tongue. Relentless, his teasing never stops, his hands holding you up while your body starts to shake. Humming low in satisfaction against your cunt.

“I n- need, I need…” willing your eyes to open, your vision’s blurry from how hard he made you cum. Pulling away with a loud smack of his lips, he palms your ass cheeks before craning his neck to try and get a good look at you.

“What do you need, baby?” He nips at the curve of your right cheek before pressing his face to it, dazed from getting what he’s wanted all night completely content.

“I just, I just need you to fuck me,” you don’t recognize the choke in your voice when you whine for him. Whine for more.

“Jesus christ.” His words tickle against your skin when he groans, kneading the soft flesh of your ass one more time before standing up. 

His hands are on your hips before you can fully register the change in position, spinning you around and lifting you up he sets you on top of the counter behind the bar. The one where drinks aren’t served and the one that’s low enough for Eddie to slot himself perfectly between your legs. 

Eyes blown black while his beard and nose ring shine with your slick, his lips part - swollen and pink from pulling your first orgasm out of you. Bangs clinging to his forehead, his hair is a wild mess on top of his head from your hands. The confident air about him is gone, replaced with nothing but the need to have you. Snapping out of your daze, you’re quick to find the metal of his belt buckle.

His forehead presses to yours, while he watches the way your dainty fingers work the leather out through the loop. The white tips of your nails catch his eye when you undo the button of his jeans and his cock twitches at the thought of them pumping him for all he’s worth.

He hisses when you push the denim down his hips, his hard dick springing out to smack against his shirt that you immediately wish wasn’t there. Precum leaks from the angry looking pink tip while your hands fist the hem of the worn cotton, silently begging him to get rid of it. The big vein that follows the curve of his length makes your mouth water as he obliges your pleas, ripping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere you’d have to find later. 

You’re able to really take all of him in like this, his chest is heaving covered with just as many tattoos as the rest of him, the silver chain you’d peeped earlier hanging right in the dip between his pecs. Your eyes follow the dark patch of hair that leads to his cock, long with the kind of girth that you know is going to be a stretch, a strangled whine bubbles out of you at the sight while your thighs spread begging for him.

“God, I want you so bad,” you whine wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer giving into your animalistic instincts. 

“I know baby, me fuckin’ too.” He pumps his cock a few times groaning loud, squeezing hard at the base before pressing the head between your dripping lips. Mesmerized at how they wrap around his tip, his precum mixes messy with your arousal making lewd noises as he sweeps it through your folds.

Body shaking every time he hits your clit, you finally hook your ankles growing impatient when he teases your entrance.

“Fuck. Me.” You get out through gritted teeth, the lopsided grin he’d been giving you all night turns cocky when he pushes the tip in, your head lulls back at the invasion, the silk of your walls desperate to start sucking him deeper.

“Not so sweet now are you, huh?” Pushing himself all the way in, his rough thatch of pubic hair hits your clit when he bottoms out. His confidence falters for a second when a deep moan rips through his chest at the feeling. “So fuckin’ tight baby - shit.”

Your nails dig half crescent moons into his inked skin while you adjust to his size, his nose skimming against your cheek while he whispers how good you take him when your walls start to milk him, your body letting him know it was okay to finally move.

“Feel so good, Eddie, fuck - so good.” Your hips start a slow rock, feeling every ridge and curve of him. Your dress sits rucked up at your waist giving a perfect view of the way you take him, and it’s even better than what his imagination had come up with all night. 

He lets you use him for a minute, big hands resting on your waist — content with just watching the way you coat his cock with everything you have left over for him from the first time he made you cum. 

“That feels good, huh?” Cooing at the way your brows knit together and your mouth falls open, he picks up the pace, taking control. 

Pulling you all the way to the edge, his strokes get deeper, the tip of him hitting the spot that you know Craig would have never found. He pulls his cock out half way, relishing how your velvet walls try to keep him in place, he holds his composure before pushing back in, filling you to the brim. Addicted to the way it makes you gasp his name and arch your back, your body asks him for more when you’re too cock drunk to get the words out.

The straps of your dress start slipping down your shoulders with every thrust, your breasts bouncing just begging for his attention. His cock twitches inside you, it's almost too much. Greedy for more despite fighting the urge to cum, he tugs the front of your dress down to reveal a matching bra to the panties on the floor. Hips stuttering for a moment he growls at the reminder of your date before tugging the lace down, your nipple pebbling instantly for him before he takes it in the heat of his mouth. 

Pushing yourself closer, needing more, your hands find their way to bury themselves in his curls, holding him close. You needed him close. His tongue flicks at your sensitive bud and it makes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your hips finding a way to match his strokes, reigniting the flames deep in your gut. God, he was gonna make you cum again.

He grunts around your breast, spit dripping down your soft skin from his ministrations while the snap of his hips start to get harsher and you know he’s nearing his end. He lets your nipple go with a loud pop before his hand comes up to grip your chin, his lips finding yours in a frantic mess of teeth and battling tongues.

The wood creaks underneath you from the force of his thrusts and the bounce of your ass to meet them. Mouths tangled, you swallow each other's ragged breaths, both of you desperately searching for your end when his fingers find your clit. Rubbing circles with just enough pressure to have your body start to shake against his, he nips at your bottom lip grunting when he feels the way it makes you flutter around him.

“Come on baby, give me another one. Be my sweet girl again and tell me how good I make you cum.” His fingers slip against your clit, fingers wet from how worked up he had you but his words are enough to have your world stop for a second.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Ed-“ Going blind behind your closed eyes he coaxes your second orgasm out of you with a silent scream falling onto his turned up lips. Proud of his work, his hips start picking up their pace inching closer to his own release he’d been fighting off since going down on you. 

“God, - fuck I’m close - where d-do you-?” Sweat drips down his forehead while he struggles to find his words, his impending orgasm making him short circuit.

“Inside, shit - please, I need it, Eddie.” Still needy and barely coming down, your legs around his waist tighten their hold, locking him in place while you use the last of your strength to help get him there. 

“Whatever you’re doing - holy shit , Jesus - I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” His hips press hard against yours when his cock twitches, spilling warm inside your greedy walls that don’t stop asking him for more. His face hides in your neck, the heat of his breath fanning against your sweat kissed skin while his body shakes with his release.

The roll of your hips never stops, just slowing enough to make him shiver after he starts softening, spent inside of you. You know there’s a mess starting to drip but neither one of you has the energy to move just yet. His lips start leaving small kisses along your neck, nose nudging against the space behind your ear and you can feel his smile against your cheek before he finally lifts his head up. The brown in his eyes return to a warm auburn like before when they meet yours.

“Rick is gonna fucking kill me if he ever finds out what happened on this counter tonight.” Rolling your eyes, you snort at his joke before shoving against his chest.

“You’re telling me you don’t fuck all your cute customers behind the bar, Eddie?” Batting your lashes at him, he squeezes your hips with a smirk. 

“Only, the really, really cute ones. I take them to get pancakes at IHOP around the corner, too.” Something shifts in his eyes and you think for a second you might see self doubt in them for the first time all night, “That is, if they still want to.”

“Well lucky for you, I only let bartender’s from The Foxy Lounge take me out.” Nudging your nose against his, your smile touches his lips.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m the only bartender here right?” Grinning like someone who just won the lottery, he quickly gets rid of the space between you, kissing you like it too.

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This picture perfectly captures what it's like to have a younger sibling 😭

VERY much looking forward to this

& i owe it all to you (s.h.) - teaser

in june 1987, richard harrington gave his son a deal. figure out what he wants to do with his life before the end summer, or finally make his company harrington and son. (that, or steve joins the army.)

by fourth of july weekend, steve is kissing his friends goodbye, and taking the losing blow from his father. he accompanies his parents to mount auburn resort and ski, forfeiting the last of his adolescent freedom. lucky for him (and his sanity), a certain resort dance instructor needs his help more than she likes to admit it.

steve harrington x "baby"/fem!reader, dirty dancing!au

18+ mdni!!!!

warnings: based off of dirty dancing (1987) but gender bent !! slowburn, fluff, angst (i want the levels to be high lol), (eventual) smut, cursing, kinda enemies to lovers??, eddie x reader (minor/platonic), reader is called/referred to as baby (but otherwise has no other physical descriptions), pretty steve centric, prose heavy? more to be added w each chapter..

Chapter 1 (COMING SOON)

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a/n: ehheheheheheheheheheh new serrrieiiiesssss. i have ~3k words down for just planning, and im carving out p1 as we speak. ive been in love w dd since forever, from the dancing, to the soundtrack, to the summertime. (it is literally -30 rn and i am missing my denim shorts ☹️) get ready for lake dancing and a forced proximity slowburn mwuah haha ALSO joe doing the lift im gnawing my pillows plsss

also copyright disclaimer! i am in no way claiming to own characters or story lines from stranger things and/or dirty dancing. divider is from @firefly-graphics &lt;3