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Been working on little blurbs for the "Power Polys". I have a bunch of them but this is the one I decided to publish first-

Rules, Rules, Rules

Summary - Agatha doesn't wait for their girlfriends to play with their new toy.

Warnings - smut, porn with plot, gn! character, poly! relationship, brat behavior, Francis being hot, lil bit of choking, use of vibrator

Words - 769

Agatha was itching to get home. They had had the greatest day in the world. So many good things happened to them! Well… maybe just one thing. Their package finally arrived. They had caught a glimpse of their name on a box on the counter and they never order anything so they knew exactly what it was. 

Their new vibrator.

It was supposed to be revolutionary. The best thing to ever grace their body, and the ratings most definitely reflected that. They couldn’t wait to use it. They were so excited that they didn’t care about the “no pleasuring yourself without one of your girlfriend’s permission” rule. 

Agatha glanced at their phone’s clock once more and decided taking the day off one minute early wouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

When they got home to an empty apartment, they weren’t upset. They were elated. They knew they didn’t have much time to play around with their new toy before their girlfriends came home, but part of them wanted to get caught. They wanted to feel that rush of excitement and fear when Emily came into the room and her eyes immediately darkened. Or when Francis opened the door and her face pulled an expression that only meant, “you’re in danger!”. 

Agatha rushed into their bedroom, vibrator package in hand, and shut the door. They tore open the delivery box to reveal the bright pink vibrator that they had waited two whole weeks for. It didn’t take them long to be spread out on their bedsheets, the pretty pink toy between their legs. 

They had their head thrown back and their toes curled tight. Their left hand squeezed and massaged their upper torso and their right hand kept the vibrations going steady on their center. The reviews were very true. This is the best they’ve ever felt with a toy. 

Agatha heard the front door open and the dangle of keys. Then they heard the sounds of two pairs of feet coming towards the bedroom door. Agatha knew they were going to be in trouble, but they pressed the toy harder into their clit. The door was locked, they had time.

“Feels so good!” They moaned out so their girlfriends could hear. They continued riding on their pink pleasurer as they listened to the doorknob jangle… then the rush of footsteps into the kitchen to find the key. 

“Agatha, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing,” Francis’ voice sounded from the hallway. Agatha only moaned louder and smiled when they heard Francis yell for Emily to find the key quicker.

“Ah, Fran, I’m gonna-”

“You better not-” 

They did. Francis and Emily got the door open just in time to see Agatha’s blissed-out face. Agatha really tried their best to keep their eyes open, but it really was just too good. They click off their vibrator and toss it to the side.

They opened their eyes to Francis’ nose touching theirs and a lot less oxygen flowing to their brain.

“You thought that was fucking cute, sunshine?” Agatha could only smirk. 

“I don’t think Francis found that very funny, Ags,” Emily stated.

“No. No, she really didn’t,” Francis’ hand loosens its grip on Agatha’s throat, “I thought you were gonna be good for me?”

“I’m sorry, Fran-”

“You’re not sorry. You’re smirking like the Grinch who stole Christmas,” Francis moves to straddle Agatha’s lap. She caresses Agatha’s body from breasts to hips, enamored by the softness of their skin. Agatha thought they were gonna get what they wanted.

Suddenly, Francis’ hands stop their movements, “You wanted someone to touch you, sweetheart? Is that what this is about?” Agatha shakes their head in agreement. Even if they were to get punished, which they will, they’ll still be getting touched by their girlfriends.

Francis lifts herself off of her partner and motions for Emily to come over from where she was stood watching in the doorway. When Emily gets within arms reach of Francis, the latter pulls the girl into a searing kiss. 

“Fran-” Agatha whined.

“No,” Francis pulled away from Emily’s lips, “You would have had both of our lovin’ if you had been patient and waited for us to come home… but you didn’t,” she pauses and wraps a strand of Emily’s hair around her finger, “Since you wanted to be touched so bad that you blatantly disobeyed our rules, you can just watch.”

“No! Francis, I’m sorry please-” But the girl had already gone back to pressing her lips to Emily’s, and Agatha knew not to push it. They were already in for a long night.

I would say it's my first smut to get pity points but... it's not - it's the first one I've posted tho! ~c0r0

Art by Alectric of my oc Trouble, who has been the goodest boy and followed all of his captors rules. If you need proof, ch 15 of Overcome is ready.

Alec is wildly talented. See more of his art/animations: TikTok YouTube Twitter

“I know y-you’re there.” Paul’s voice wavered as he clutched his hands together at this throat.

“Please don’t scream. I’m not here to hurt you.” Trouble moved onto his knees and unbelted the blindfold, lifting it off Paul’s eyes.

“You,” the human gasped softly, unable to shrink back.

“Call me Trouble.” He grinned and winked. “Do you want out of here, Paul?”

“...n-no.” Paul’s eyes were huge with fear. “W-why would I want that? I’m b-being taken care of.”

Trouble rolled his eyes. “Eff’s not here. He went out to get you food.” He set the blindfold aside. “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?”

“I can hold it.” Paul looked away, blushing. “Y-you shouldn’t be here.”

“Because I’m a liar and I could tear you to pieces?” he scoffed. “If I wanted that, you’d already be dead.” Trouble stood, grimaced, and held out a hand to Paul. “Are you coming, or not?”

Yowzah, Eds!

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Summary:  basically eddie lives with richie, who is dating bill and they all love each other because my boys are poly and basically porn ensues

pairing: tozenbrak (richie/bill/eddie)

words: 7026

rating: explicit

note: This is the first thing I post in a long time so please be nice! Also thanks to @loverboy-kaspbrak for helping me proofread this and giving me some ideas, enjoy!

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Richie Tozier and Bill Denbrough had been dating for a while now, and Bill practically lived in Richie and Eddie’s place. Ever since Eddie’s mom passed away from diabetes the summer before they went to college, him and Richie had been attached to the hip, even more so than before. Richie’s parents welcomed Eddie in their arms until both boys had to leave for college, so it made sense that when it was time to look for an apartment, they decided to look for it together.

One night, however, the inevitable topic of Eddie came up during conversation on Bill and Richie’s movie night.

“Hey Bill, can I ask you something totally random?” asked Richie, suddenly feeling nervous and fidgeting with his shirt.

“S-s-sure, what is it?” Bill replied as he went to change the DVD after finishing their first movie, moving on to the second one.

“Have you noticed… You know what, never mind, maybe I’m seeing things.” he said lightly shaking his head.

After hearing this, Bill turned towards his boyfriend to take a look at him. It wasn’t every day that Richie didn’t just run his mouth without thinking about what he was saying, let alone around Bill, his boyfriend and leader of the group since they were children. He sat on the carpet in front of Richie, who was still sitting on the couch and looked up at Richie with what he hoped, were comforting eyes.

“You know you can t-t-talk to me about anything, right?” he said almost in a whisper, gently taking his boyfriends hand in his.

Richie took a big breath and finally looked down at Bill.

“Did you notice Eddie looking at us today? At the beach?” Richie asked with a small smile forming on his lips.

They had gone to the beach to spend the day with the rest of the Loser’s Club. The fact that they all still called their group like that just spoke for itself on how close they still were after all the years of knowing each other. Still, it was weird for Richie when he saw Eddie, who was just a few feet away from them laying in the sun, looking at the two of them with a serious expression. He didn’t seem to notice Richie looking at him.

Suddenly, Bill, who was laying on the towel beside him, tugged at his arm until he reached his face and pulled him in for a heated and passionate kiss. Bill had been horny the entire day it seemed, since this had happened when they stopped at a red light on the way to the beach, when they first got into the water, when they went to the car to grab some food, and now.

Kisses that lasted a good 3-5 minutes, with roaming hands, hair tugging, lip biting, and crotch grinding.

This kiss was no different, except for the fact that, when they parted, he caught Eddie looking at them, again, with blushing cheeks and lips slightly parted. This time he locked eyes with Eddie and they small boy quickly looked away and stood up really fast, trying to hide the obvious boner Richie saw as soon as he was standing. But Eddie practically ran to the water where Mike and Stanley were. He had felt lightheaded and was about to tell Bill about the incident, when Beverly approached them to ask them if they wanted to play volleyball with them.

Eddie had acted like nothing had happened for the rest of the day.

So now, here he was, finally having some alone time with Bill, since Eddie had showered and gone to bed the moment he arrived at their home.

“Looking at us? H-how?” Bill asked, not knowing what his boyfriend was talking about.

“When you kissed me today at the beach, just before Beverly asked to play with them, I caught Eddie looking at us while we…while we made out. And when he saw I had seen him, he got up but…” Richie felt his cheeks grow hot just remembering the way Eddie’s swim trucks bulged from the massive boner the boy was sporting.

Bill looked at expectantly, waiting for his boyfriend to continue with his story.

“He was hard. Like, hard as a rock. It was fucking… tenting his swimming trucks so nicely- “He put hand on his mouth when he realized he had talked more than he wanted.

“I’m g-guessing you liked his reaction?” Bill asked smirking.

Richie looked at him, a little alarmed.

“Don’t w-worry baby, I know you have a c-c-crush on Eddie, and frankly, me t-too.” Bill smiled kindly.

“You know? How do you- wait did you say you do to?” Richie asked with eyes wide open.

“Yes, I m-mean, it’s k-kinda obvious, but I didn’t k-k-know if my assumptions were c-correct or not, so I never b-brought it up.” Bill said, sitting on the couch again, waiting for his boyfriend’s answer.

Richie looked at his hands sheepishly.

“I did like his reaction. I wanted to kiss him so bad…” he said after a few moments, looking up at Bill. “And I wanted to see you two kissing as well.”

“W-well, I’m not going to lie and s-say I wouldn’t like that, so, w-what do you say about t-talking with Eddie and telling him h-how we feel? M-maybe he feels the s-s-same way. Maybe we could all d-date. T-the three of us”

Richie thought for a moment about everything that could go wrong and started to panic.

“What if he doesn’t? What if I read this the wrong way and he is disgusted with us and never wants to see us again? What if-“ Bill interrupted his boyfriends rambling.

“Rich, this is Eddie we’re talking about. He would never do that. Maybe things wouldn’t be the same afterwards, but he’s not going to hate us.” Richie calmed a little, hearing his boyfriend’s words. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be worth it? If he reciprocates?”

It was worth it. Eddie was worth it.

So, they made a deal. They would find the perfect occasion to talk to Eddie, they just didn’t know when to do so yet.

———————————

It was a few days after and Eddie was having really shitty day. Okay, a shitty week. Okay FINE… the whole month had been absolute garbage.

Turns out living with your best friend-crush since childhood wasn’t torture enough, now he decided to date Bill. Bill Fucking Denbrough. His -and honestly every loser’s- crush since FOREVER. And they were disgustingly gross. Okay they weren’t gross, he just wanted to get on with the fun.

Right now, he was coming out of his room to make himself some dinner, hoping he wouldn’t bump into the pair.

But it seemed lady luck was mad at him.

“S-s-shit Eddie, I’m sorry you j-j-just came out of nowhere” Bill said steadying him by his shoulder after bumping into him on his way to the living room.

“It’s okay Bill, I wasn’t paying attention on where I was going” he smiled softly at him.

Bill returned the smile, just noticing Eddie was still in his pj’s.

“You’re n-not going with the others? Mike said on the group chat that they w-w-were already heading to the m-mall” Bill asked.

He already knew Richie and Bill weren’t going, apparently Richie was feeling “under the weather”.

“I called Mike earlier to tell him” Eddie said continuing to walk to the kitchen “I have to finish a couple of assignments I have due soon.”

He turned to look at Bill for a moment because his mind had JUST realized he only had his boxers and a baggy shirt on.

~ stop it Eddie, we’re good friends and we don’t objectify our friends ~

“Well, w-w-we didn’t feel like going so we’re going to j-j-just chill and watch some Netflix, f-feel free to join us w-w-when you’re done.”

Eddie glanced at Bill to thank him for his offer when he saw Richie was entering the room

“And put on some music if you don’t wanna hear some weird noises, unless you’re into it Eddie Spaghetti in which case- “.

“Beep beep Richie” they both groaned.

Eddie watched as Bill dragged him to the living room and he returned to his task thinking about what Richie just said and how he was, in fact, really into it.

Truth is, he wasn’t jealous about not being able to date Richie, or Bill for that matter. He had caught them a few times over the last month, whether it was kissing, almost naked, or just simply sharing a lovely moment and he didn’t feel jealousy. It was just that he would like to join them? Which he never though would happen. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard about polyamory o threesomes or whatever you like to call it, but he didn’t think he would be into it, and not just in a sexual way but, in a romantic way too.

He longed to hold Bill’s hand while going for a walk and sit with him on a park while Bill writes, or go on dates with Richie to the arcade for the sake of old times and be able to hug him when he wanted to. And just thinking about going out with both of them, be able to kiss them when he pleased…

Eddie shook his head and told himself to finish making dinner and simply go to his room to finish his assignment before he got a boner in his kitchen.

———————————

It was two hours later when he emerged out of his room to go to the bathroom, at almost 10:30 p.m.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his tired reflection and his messy hair in it. He pulled down his sweatpants while walking to the toilet to relieve himself. When he was done, he sighed and walked back to the mirror to turn on the faucet to wash his hand and splash some cold water on his face to clear his head.

Eddie felt exhausted and he just wanted to crawl into the sofa and watch some re-runs of Queer Eye and fall asleep. So, with that thought in mind, he made his way to the living room.

On the short way to it he heard some noise coming from there and supposed the pair were still watching Netflix but, even though the tv was on, they weren’t exactly paying attention to it.

There, on the couch, was Richie, who was whining with pleasure, and Bill, who had the first one’s arms pinned above his head while he kissed his neck.

As soon as Eddie stopped walking, frozen to the spot, he made eye contact with Bill, Richie still hadn’t noted his presence since his eyes were closed and facing the other way.

Bill just smirked at him and continued on making sure Richie kept his attention elsewhere.

~ oh, so he’s putting on a show now ~

Eddie though as he watched Bill slowly strip Richie, leaving him only in his boxers, glasses forgotten on the table beside them. He felt his erection start to slightly tent his pants at the sight of such intimacy. He didn’t know where Bill was going with this, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to put a stop to whatever this was.

He focused again on Richie, who seemed to be chanting something under his breath that sound like pleads.

“What d-do you want me t-t-to do baby?” Bill asked Richie as he cupped his jaw with one hand while the other wrapped around his wrists once again to rest them on the arm of the sofa.

“Bill, please…” he moaned in response.

“W-what was that?” Bill said with a stern voice.

“Please sir, I want…” he let out a soft moan when Bill pressed his clothed erection against Richie’s.

“What? T-tell me, use your w-w-words” he continued grinding on his boyfriend.

“Sir, please will you suck my cock? I will be good I promise, please.” Richie pleaded with glossy eyes.

“W-what about Eddie? He could w-walk in any moment, do y-y-you want him to see you like t-t-this? B-begging for me to t-touch you, to s-suck that pretty cock of yours” he teased while running his fingers down his happy trail but never reaching where the other boy wanted the most.

Richie let out a long moan at his boyfriends’ words

“Bill don’t tease me like that please.”

“W-why? I t-thought him joining us was a f-fantasy of yours, isn’t t-that true baby?” Bill said with a teasing tone in his voice.

“You know I’ve had a crush on him since we were kids Bill, of course it’s a fucking f-fantasy of mine, we’ve talked about th- “Bill stopped him by wrapping his hand gently on his neck to shut him up.

“M-maybe you could ask him if w-wants to, join us I mean.” He said while nodding in Eddie’s direction, which made Richie crane his neck to watch what he meant.

Both of them froze the second they made eye contact. Richie blindly reached for his glasses and put them on as quickly as he could. Eddie didn’t know what to do, he honestly didn’t know how far this’d go. And Richie was slowly realizing Eds had been there the entire time and was now, embarrassed over his confession.

“Eds I- shit fuck, I just- I don’t know, p-please don’t- “Eddie interrupted him before he could say anything.

“Stop it, you don’t have to apologize Rich, I… truth is, I also have a crush on you,” he was already blushing like crazy, and as he looked at Bill, he felt his face get ever hotter, if that was possible. “but if we’re being honest now, I’ve had a crush on you too, I think since the moment I met you two”. He glanced down and fidgeted with his feet waiting for any of them to say anything, anything.

The silence stretched for a few seconds during which, Bill and Richie had a silent conversation deciding where to go next. Bill spoke first, breaking the silence.

“If we’re op-p-pening up about our feelings, then I have t-to say, and I speak for the two of us here, w-we have talked about the both of us crushing on y-you and how we wanted to t-t-tell you something but we … never knew how to start the convers-s-sation, we thought you’d think we were… I d-don’t know honestly.”

Eddie firmly believed his brain had short circuited.

“We understand if you want to back up now, it’s totally okay. I mean my poor little heart won’t be able to take it but- hey!” Bill had elbowed him in the ribs.

“I n-n-need you to say s-something Eddie.” Said Bill softly and waiting.

“I don’t know what to say…I’ve had this fantasy about being able to date both of you for so long, and then you got together…I…are you sure? I mean I just figured you saw me pinning and decided to indulge me and that’s fine honestl- “

“What the flying fuck are you talking about Eds? We legitimately like you and want you to try this with us, what part about me moaning just at the thought of you didn’t you get?”

Bill looked at him with what you could only describe as heart-eyes and said:

“We’re not ind-d-dulging you Eds, we want you. W-We really, really like you.”

As he thought more about it, he wanted to punch himself for not acting quicker and overthinking everything. Two of his best friends AND crushes were saying they wanted him and he was here moping about insecurities? So, he did what his instinct told him and he crossed the room to plant a kiss on Bill’s lips.

It wasn’t like the movies made it out to be, you know, finally kissing that someone you love, the fireworks, slow motion and all that. Instead, he instantly felt calmer than before and melted against Bill.

Richie could only watch with an open mouth at how hot it was to see them together.

Bill thought he could die right in that moment, kissing Eddie, feeling his plump lips against his and how he whined when he grabbed his hips and put him on his lap.

“Holy fucking shit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, not counting that time Eds mom’s wore tha- “

Eddie and Bill parted and Eddie simply said, before putting his hands in Richie’s face and kissing him stupid:

“Shut up Rich.”

Richie’s first reaction, aside from returning the kiss, was to reach for Bill.

Him being a smart guy and knowing his boyfriend, caught what he wanted and stood on his knees on the sofa and started kissing Eddie’s nape and neck.

Bill kissed with slow and precise movements, showing his dominance. Where Richie kissed like he talked, fast and dirty, not stopping for one moment to catch his breath, and for a little while all they did was that, kiss and caress each other, alternating who they were kissing, until Richie spoke.

“Hey, wouldn’t it be nice if you, I don’t know, took your clothes off? Because I’m feeling a little underdressed.”

They separated chuckling a little and proceeded to take of each other’s clothes while Richie leaned against the sofa watching them with hooded eyes and his pupils dilated, making his light brown eyes appear darker, almost black.

When both Eddie and Bill’s shirts were on the floor, Eddie climbed off the couch and kneeled on the carpet, slowly lowering Bill’s zipper and removing his pants along with his underwear. He stared hungrily at the beautiful and absolutely enormous cock in front of him, but when he leaned close to take it in his mouth, a hand tangled in his hair and stopped him, making him hiss lightly and look up.

“B-bedroom. Now.”

Both Richie and him scrambled to their feet and went to Richie’s room, almost racing each other with Bill laughing behind them, no sign of rushing in his step.

Once they were in Richie’s room, (which had the biggest bed because he was so tall, he claimed not only his legs needed space, which, you know, understandable, but his arms had to be able to stretch completely and still fit in the bed. So, a king-sized bed for the prince it was.) Eddie climbed onto the bed and laid on his back while Richie crawled up to him and settled on top of him. By the time Bill stood by the doorway they were already kissing with fervor and Richie was trying to remove Eddie’s pants and boxers without separating from him. So Bill took pity on him and went around the bed to help Richie, who didn’t even acknowledged his help,  and wasted no time taking Eddie in his hand and starting to pump him, then Bill climbed the bed to stand behind Richie and wrapped his arms around his torso, gently tracing his nipples with his fingertips making him shudder and exhale a hot breath against Eddie’s lips.

“Why don’t you s-s-suck his dick Richie? Show him w-what a good boy you are.” Whispered Bill on his ear.

“Yes, Sir.” He said breathlessly as he gave Eddie one last peck on the lips and continued down his neck, chest and stomach, kissing and biting at his soft skin, leaving more than a couple of hickeys on his path.

He finally reached down and went to town on Eddie, taking his whole member inside his mouth making him hiss from the sudden change and involuntary buck up his hips which, should have made Richie choke a little.

~ But he’s a very well-trained boy ~ thought Bill smiling and reaching for the second drawer of Richie’s bedside table where the lube and condoms were.

Bill poured lube onto his fingers and warmed it up a little so it wasn’t that cold, but the wetness and sudden touch still made Richie jump a little and moan around Eddie, which he appreciated very much.

He started circling his hole with his fingers and pressing down a little. He knew Richie would still be a little loose, since they already had sex in the afternoon not long after having lunch. What, they were young and in love, any moment was as good as any.

Bill continued this teasing until he himself started to grow impatient to be buried inside his boyfriend. He tried with a finger, which eased in immediately and so he added a second one and started to scissor him to prep him.

His heart was beating so quick and loud it was almost the only thing he could hear as he, eventually, inserted a third finger. That and the whimpers and downright pornographic moans falling from Eddie’s mouth. Really, he couldn’t blame him for sounding so obscene, he knew what Richie’s mouth felt like, it would drive anyone to make those sounds.

Once he thought he was ready for another finger he stopped and went down to kiss Richie’s back and neck, marking the skin on his journey and reached for Richie’s head to pet his hair, tugging a little bit so as to catch his attention.

When he looked up at Bill, he could already see how far gone he was, with glassy eyes, his glasses nearly falling off and a relaxed expression decorating his face.

“Baby boy, I n-need you tell me what d-do you want. We have t-two options: “he brought up two fingers and started listing their choices.

“The f-first one, you p-prep Eddie and fuck him, and once you t-t-two cum, I get to fuck you and you let Eddie s-sit on your f-f-face to eat him out.” He thought Eddie had like his idea, if the moan he let out was anything to go by. He continued.

“Or s-second one, you get to r-r-ride me while Eddie watches and I-I-I eat him out, and then he gets to fuck you a-as well.” He knew Richie would go for the first option because it was one thing getting fucked two times in a day, but he didn’t think he could handle three, considering the first one had been a little rough, and he had kinda slipped into subspace pretty quick already. But he wanted to give Richie the option. Also, he knew Richie was responsible enough to know it would be pretty intense if they tried the second option and it would be hard to slip out of subspace if he fell hard into it. And they didn’t know if Eddie knew what that was or if he would be ready to help. Hell, if they continued with this, Eddie might even experience it himself, but for now, it was best to leave it like that.

It took a little longer for Richie’s brain to catch up with what he was hearing, until he finally furrowed his brows and answered:

“I… the first option, I think, please Sir.” He said quietly.

He saw in the corner of his eye how Eddie seemed surprised at Richie’s sudden pliant behavior. He smirked and pecked his boyfriend’s lips sweetly.

“Okay baby, t-then get on with it.”

In the end he ended up helping Richie prep Eddie. It took a bit more time than it did with Richie but they got it done and he grabbed a condom and ripped it open to place it on Richie’s shaft, teasing a little while he did it.

Richie whined and he knew his boyfriend was saying ‘don’t tease please’ but he wasn’t going to ask because he was shy like that when it came to sex sometimes, so he stopped and went to sit beside Eddie’s head, running his fingers through Eddie’s caramel colored locks.

Eddie looked up at Bill with fluttering eyes as Richie lifted his legs to fit his arms beneath his thighs and his eyes opened so wide when Richie nudged his erection against his hole, making him look like Bambi. He went slowly until he was fully inside Eddie, who was drawing out a long, that made him close his eyes. They waited a bit because, even though Richie wasn’t Bill, he was still definitely above average and it was a bit of a challenge.

Then Eddie was the one who started to wiggle his hips to get Richie to move.

“Shit Eds…. You feel so good it’s- “he got interrupted by Eddie

“Richie please, move already…” he said a little breathless.

So, Richie moved, in a slow rhythm at first, and started to gradually go faster until the bed post was banging on the wall.

“Oh…f-ah-uck!… please Rich, give it to me, fuck me harder pleaseee…” he turned the word into a pretty loud moan as Richie started to hit his prostate with each thrust.

“Do you w-want to c-cum Eddie honey?” Bill asked as Eddie got closer to his climax, while caressing his face with his fingertips.

His eyes searched his face looking a little unfocused and he swallowed before speaking.

“Yes Sir, please, can I cum? Please, please, please…” he let out a string of pleads closing his eyes in pleasure.

Bill was surprised that Eddie had picked on the title Richie called him when they had sex, mainly because they didn’t discuss it before hand and he wasn’t sure Eddie would be okay with it, but he made a note to bring it up again afterwards because, he honestly liked it, like, a lot.

“You can baby, w-whenever you want, b-b-both of you, you were so good for me.” He praised them with fondness and started to pinch Eddie’s nipples which made him whine even louder and throw his head back.

“That’s it baby, cum for us, you look so amazing and you did so good.” Richie encouraged Eddie, starting to falter in his rhythm.

He knew Richie wasn’t far from Eddie and he wanted both of them to cum before he fucked Richie.

He saw the way Eddie’s member started to twitch before moaning so loud he was sure the neighbors were able to hear him and started to paint his stomach and chest with his release. Richie pulled out and tore the condom off to start pumping his cock fast.

“Where do you want my cum Eds?” Richie asked with difficulty.

Eddie, who was still breathing heavily from his orgasm and trembling a little from the post-orgasm waves that still rolled through his body, only opened his mouth and tried to lift his head pushing himself on his elbows.

Richie groaned and crawled his way up Eddie’s body so he was level with his chest and finally let out a deep groan when he felt the tight coil in his lower stomach finally snap and cover Eddie’s face with his cum, most of it landing on his tongue and mouth.

Bill honestly expected Eddie to spit it out, only agreeing to have it land in his mouth for the erotic factor, but he surprised both of them when he wrapped his mouth around the tip, visibly swallowed and licked it all clean.

“Yowzah Eds…, never let anyone tell you that you suck, cause you clearly swallow…” Richie muttered in adoration.

Both Bill and Eddie chuckled at this and Eddie shoved him lightly.

“Beep beep Richie.” He said.

Richie just smiled at him and locked eyes with Bill and he seemed to start to fall again in that submissive state.

“Are you r-ready for me baby boy?” Bill asked reaching for Richie’s neck and bringing them together for a heated kiss.

He knew they both had wanted to focus on Eddie first since he was the new addition and wanted to make him feel safe and included, but he knew his boyfriend was longing to be under him again, to relax completely and only worry about not coming without permission.

When they parted, Richie’s eyes looked stormy and distant as he answered.

“Sir please, I need you in me, please fuck me.”

He didn’t answer him, only took him by his hips and man handled him to the spot on the bed he was just lying and where Eddie, who was still boneless, lying there as well, went to kiss and suck on Richie’s neck and collarbone.

“I’m going to m-make sure you’re still op-pen for me sweetie.”

He coated his fingers again in lube and started with only two fingers and they went fairly easy inside, so after a minute or two, he added a third one, which also went with almost no resistance, so he decided to ask Richie, who was moaning both from the fingers inside his ass and the way Eddie was marking him up.

“D-doll, do you want more p-prep or do you want me to get ins-s-side you instead?”

Richie started shaking his head no.

“No please, I need you inside now, please Sir, I can take it, I’m open enough.” He said quickly.

“Okay, whatever my boy w-wants.” He shushed the boy.

He took another condom in hand and put it on rather quickly, not wanting to make his boyfriend wait longer than necessary.

When he was set, he grabbed Richie’s legs and put them both together on his right shoulder. He blindly directed his cock to Richie’s almost gaping hole, easily finding it almost by muscle memory. When he did, he slowly entered the tip until it was secure inside and slammed the rest of it inside, like he knew Richie liked.

Which proved him right with the way Richie downright screamed and started moaning with the brutal pace Bill had started.

He thought he was being split in half, in the good way of course. Bill and him had talked a lot about their kinks in the month before they started dating, when they started sleeping together, which no one knew about. So, they had stablished a safeword and the traffic lights system for the most intense scenes.

He felt Eddie beside him shift and face him properly to run his hand down his chest and playing with the patch of dark hair above the base of his dick, which was lying erect with a purply tint to it and was drooling steadily on his flat stomach, creating a small puddle above his belly button.

Eddie saw it and went immediately for it, first taking the head of his cock in his mouth and giving it a few slow sucks, then taking it out of the way as he lowered himself and licked his stomach clean of his precum, which made Richie groan and close his eyes as he threw his head back in absolute pleasure. He knew he was going to cum soon, and he was supposed to eat Eddie out, so he tried to grab his hips to make him sit on his face, but Eddie stopped him.

“Maybe another time, I’m exhausted right now, I wanna see you cum again” Eddie said with a raspy voice and went to lightly suck on his cockhead.

He was getting so close, and Bill noticed.

“Want to ask for something b-baby?” he said upping more his pace, if that was even possible.

He felt his legs give out, and if it weren’t for Bill still keeping his legs slotted against each other and resting on his shoulder, they would be lying limp on the bed. His mind felt foggy and he could only feel the drag of his boyfriend’s cock inside him, his left hand grabbing his legs and the other one bruising his hip with how tight his grip on it was. He could also feel Eddie’s mouth on his oversensitive dick and his hand that was cupping and massaging his balls, that had to be bluish at this point. He forgot what Bill asked him until he felt a hand slapping his face, not with enough force to hurt but enough to shake him out of the trance he was in.

Richie searched for the owner of the hand that had slapped him and now sat comfortably against his throat, barely putting pressure on it, only enough to help him focus on something other than the thrumming of his heart in his ears and the maddening need to cum.

When he was finally able to identify the owner, he remembered the question Bill had asked him.

“Please Sir, can I cum? Do I have permission?” he said slurring the words the best he could with how clouded his brain was.

He only heard the way Bill gave him the answer he wanted and his world turned white for a few seconds and felt his body size up and then relax completely, electricity running through his body making him shiver and lightly convulse from the force of the orgasm. He thought he must’ve been making noise but he couldn’t register any sound in his brain.

After what felt like an eternity, but really must have been a minute at best, he felt himself come back to reality and realized Bill was no longer inside him, but cleaning him up with a wet towel. Looking to his side he saw the condom Bill was wearing, discarded in the trashcan nearby, so Bill definitely came after him, which meant he must’ve been out of it for at least 2-3 minutes.

He searched with his eyes for Eddie and found he wasn’t in the room, but he soon re-entered it with a cup of water in his hand, for him, he guessed.

“Are you with us now Richie?” Eddie asked him softly, handing him the glass of water, which he took after settling himself against the pillows on the bed.

“Yes… that was…I don’t have words.” He said almost speechless.

Both Eddie and Bill looked at each other with a fond expression on their faces and then directed that same look to him.

“I’m glad y-you liked it babe, I knew Eddie w-w-would not disap-ppoint.”

Eddie just smiled tiredly at that and said:

“Same here, but can we talk tomorrow about everything? The high is going away and I feel like I’m going to pass out any moment.”

After that, both of them joined Richie on the bed cuddled together. Richie felt Bill’s lips against his forehead and Eddies’ on his neck pecking his skin lightly before he quickly fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Eddie opened his eyes, waking up because of the light that was coming through the window and decided to get up, with a little difficulty due to the tangled mess of limbs in the king-sized bed, and make some breakfast. He put on his boxers, that on the floor by the foot of the bed, and he grabbed the nearest shirt available and put it on. As he reached the door handle, he heard noise coming from the kitchen and got out of the and room and headed for the kitchen, where the sounds were coming from. Once he reached the room, he saw the faces of his best friends. They were all here. Bev, Stan, Mike and Ben. They were talking excitedly while eating breakfast, which was not that weird, since they all had spare keys for their apartments and were constantly hanging out in one house or the other.

“Hi darling!” Bev exclaimed while raising her hand from the mug handle.

“H-hi guys?” He asked a little nervous. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, we were planning on having breakfast at mine and Bill’s, but since he spent the night here, we decided to come here.” Said Stan calmly while looking at him with an expression he couldn’t decipher.

“Oh, well… I suppose they’re still sleeping” he said evading their faces and going for a glass to pour himself some orange juice.

Now that he thought about it, they were all looking at him with that same expression, like they knew something he didn’t.

Maybe he had something on his face? Or mayb-

~ shit, his neck ~ Eddie froze on the spot. ~ The collar of the shirt was really low and… FUCK! ~ He mentally kicked himself for not bothering to see whose shirt it was he put on. This was definitely Bill’s. Not Richie’s, which he could have accidently mixed doing laundry. It was one of Bill’s flannels.

“Hmmm, that’s funny.” Mike said bringing the mug to his mouth to take a sip and continued. “When we arrived, we figured all of you were sleeping and went to wake you up, ‘cause you know, we didn’t want to find the other two naked but you weren’t in your room.” he finished, smirking.

“Yeah, imagine our surprise, when you, after we agreed that surely, you must’ve gone out early or slept somewhere else, appeared in the kitchen, with Bill’s shirt and a bunch of hickeys on your neck.” said Stan, leaning back in his chair and looking at him expectantly.

He honestly didn’t know what to do apart from dumbly stare at his friends as the silence stretched around them.

After a few seconds of thinking about what he should do, he came to the conclusion that turning around and hiding in Richie’s room was the best choice he had, but as he was about to cross the door way, Bill appeared from around the corner, rubbing his eyes and sleepily walked the short distance to Eddie and kissed him softly on the lips.

“G-g-good morning Eds.” He said separating after a few seconds and entering the kitchen, clearly not noticing the way Eddie was just standing there without moving.

And just like Eddie, he froze the second he saw the losers on the kitchen.

Everyone was looking at them with smirks and knowing looks on their faces.

“Good morning to you too Bill.” Ben said sweetly, not wanting to say anything about the kiss so as not to embarrass them any further.

Bill just smiled back at him and said to himself:

~ Fuck it, I don’t have anything to hide, we are all three consenting adults and what we do is none of anybody’s business ~

So, he just grabbed the coffee pot, poured himself a cup of it and sat down with them.

He took a careful sip, and looked at them, since it looked like they were waiting for some kind of answer.

“What?”

“Aren’t you two going to explain this? Or like, at least address it. And I’m asking you because Eddie was prepared to bolt just a minute ago.” Beverly responded to Bill.

Eddie, who was still in the doorway looking at them with wide open eyes, seemed to come back from his statue like state.

He started stammering, not knowing what to say.

When Richie’s voice sounded from the hallway.

“Damn Spaghetti, I thought Bill was the stuttering one, did we fuck you so good last night that you can’t speak?”

Well, wasn’t that a wonderful way to explain what they did.

Once he reached the door, he first saw Eddie looking like he wanted to murder him in his sleep, which wasn’t that unusual, but behind him, were all the losers, looking at him expectantly.

Bill admired his boyfriend as he passed the threshold. He didn’t work out like Ben, Eddie or Mike, or had a naturally slim figure like him. Oh no, the fucker went and grew 5 inches AND lost all his baby fat one winter and returned looking like a model.

They could never understand how Richie kept such a nice physique when he didn’t bother to walk anywhere. I mean, he wasn’t ripped, but he did have pretty nice biceps, a muscled back and defined abdomen, and every time they asked him, he just answered it was because he was working out a lot, since having sex is apparently a type of sport.

So, they gave up trying to figure out how it was possible, just assumed he must’ve made a deal with the devil himself.

Now, looking like a Calvin Klein model in the kitchen with hickeys to match Eddie’s, and just his underwear, Bill only thought about kissing Satan in gratitude for the work of art that was his boyfriend and how he wanted to take him to bed again and taste that freckled milky white skin.

There was an uncomfortable moment where no one knew what to say, until, Eddie, resigned with his fate.

“Well, I guess there’s no denying now.”

He paused and addressed the room.

“Bill, Richie and I hooked up. Just this once. No, we are not dating, I think. We haven’t talked about it.” He said interrupting Beverly, who had opened her mouth to speak. “And yes Bev, Big Bill was a good choice of words to call Bill.”

She just smirked and looked at Bill, wiggling her eyebrows.

“J-j-jesus Eddie.” Bill stuttered, blushing like a tomato, but smiling nonetheless.

“Okay, if you’re happy, then we’re happy for you.” Mike said, ever the understanding and kind soul he was, and they all nodded in agreement.

And just like that, Stan changed the subject, as though nothing had happened.

Bill approached Richie and Eddie, giving them both a sweet kiss on the lips to each boy, and taking Eddie’s hand in his.

They shared a silent conversation that said, everything was going to okay, and that they would talk about it later.

For now, the three lovers just made themselves breakfast and sat to chat with the rest of their friends, like they always did, with the exception that today, Eddie didn’t have to look longingly at Bill and Richie wishing he was theirs. He could participate in the loving touches and glances that were exchanged.

The conversation would happen eventually, but Eddie knew what he wanted, and he was pretty sure the other two boys wanted the same thing, so he was not worried about that. What he was worried about was, how the hell were they going to sleep from now on, but he figured they would find a way.

Just like in the end, they found a way to be together.

For Old Time’s Sake

Summary: It’s 1995 in Hawkins. When Y/N L/N returns home for the Hawkins High School reunion, she comes face-to-face with an old lover. Or, alternatively, the one where Steve falls in love with Y/N all over again.

Steve Harrington x AFAB!reader | read the female!oc version here

Warnings: 18+, mature content, neighbor!reader, ex-cheerleader!reader, smut, porn with plot, unsafe sex practices, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: I originally wrote this 3 years ago but with the big dad!steve energy and steve’s dream in s4, I thought i’d re-release a more inclusive version of this story

The town of Hawkins kept its secrets well. From the outside, and to every kid who made a run for it after high school, not much about the town changed. Small town stillness washed over the buildings and suburban homes that Y/N passed on the drive home to her parents’ place. If not for the empty lot where the Dairy Queen had been and the newly painted houses, Hawkins could have been a time machine to 1985.

She parked curbside outside of her childhood home. Through the trees, just past the Harrington home, she could vaguely make out the ruins of what was once Hawkins Lab. Even abandoned, it brought bile to her throat. When Y/N left Hawkins, danger eschewed the rosy lens of childhood she knew it under. Time blurred and muddied her memories, but fleeting images of a boy with a baseball bat comforted her; whatever it was, they defeated it together.

Y/N yanked the keys from the ignition. She didn’t come back to dig up old nightmares. Steadying her breath, she hauled her suitcase from the hatch of her car into her old home. Whatever she saw ten years ago in that shadowy building couldn’t hurt her now.

She retired to her bedroom that night with a head swimming in unsaid words and forgotten dreams she bottled up and left here in Hawkins. Traveling through the hallways of her parents’ house brewed an unwelcome, lonely sense of dejavú that could swallow Y/N whole.

The door closed softly behind her. Y/N looked to the window next door, partially out of habit, partially wrapped up in foolish hope, but instead found the curtains drawn. She longed for the secret notes passed through window panes on late nights and the stolen kisses as he stumbled into her bedroom. That was- they were- long gone now.

Now, standing alone in her girlish lilac bedroom, she felt like a stranger in her own life. The knick-knacks, trophies, Polaroids, and photo booth strips belonged to someone else entirely. She thumbed over the picture frame sitting proudly on her nightstand, swiping the dust away from the picture-perfect memory of two smitten teens. Her mother must have retrieved it from the floor and replaced it sometime after she left. The crack down the center obscured her face, but she cared more about the way Steve looked at her. Just as she let herself want, her finger caught on the crack and blood sullied the cheap frame. Cursing, she cushioned the wound between her lips to dull the bleeding.

Y/N L/N blossomed into her own person through the past decade; she had a place to call her own, a job she felt passionately for, everything she once doubted she could earn without her Daddy’s help. Something about Hawkins, though, made that woman shrink slowly back into the scared girl who ran away from it.

High school for Y/N looked picture perfect. In some ways, it had been, yet a part of her always felt sandwiched into the tiny pond that Hawkins was and desperate to swim upstream into the outside world. For someone with as many friends and as surrounded by people as Y/N the Cheerleader had been, she never felt more lonely. Her friends’ parents worked boring desk jobs that required no traveling and most of them had one boyfriend or another to waste their time with. She kissed as many boys as she could just trying to make up for the loneliness she felt in her parents’ absence; it always found its way back. Until Steve.

Steve Harrington lived next door. He talked too much, slept around quite a bit, and had a poor taste in friends. Y/N might nod along and listen as Laurie or Becky rambled off reasons why he could not be trusted, but she never cared to listen. She liked to think she knew Steve perfectly well.

The first time Y/N met Steve, she might have agreed with what her friends thought of him. They knew each other only through summer block parties and whatever other events their parents dragged them to until 1982. That summer leading up to sophomore year changed a lot for Y/N; her body filled out and her Dad started leaving home more often for work trips. She took up a job lifeguarding at the community pool and returned to school in August sunkissed, slightly curvy, and in need of a little trouble. Steve, who received a shiny new BMW for his sixteenth birthday, looked exactly like the kind of trouble she wanted.

She had him completely, utterly wrapped around her finger by the end of September. Y/N got to know every inch of that car as summer came to autumn. She only meant to distract herself, but her desire for fire and trouble died down into an ache for the boy next door. Y/N let herself love him wholly. Steve became her future; he tamed her rebellious spirit into a lovestruck girl who wanted only for him to stay with her forever.

Forever, for Y/N and Steve, instead became the beginning of junior year. He stomped on her heart and spit it right back at her. As Y/N pulled back to lick her wounds, Steve zeroed in on his next prey. Nancy Wheeler stood for everything Y/N could never be. Girls like Nancy didn’t just offer up their virginities to the first boy who called them pretty or invent their own hangover cures out of necessity. Y/N hated the thought of Steve with someone like that, because she could never be half as good. Good girls like Nancy shone like blank canvases void of any tarnish and squeaky-clean enough to bring home to Mom; Y/N the Whore and her Father-sized baggage could never compete with a girl like that.

Even now, the sight of that swimming pool nauseated her. Mr. Harrington had it drained years ago, but she only saw the very end of Barbara Holland’s life, the thing that took her, and the boy she still loved already falling for Nancy Wheeler, all right outside her bedroom window. Y/N yanked her curtains shut. The demogorgon might be unreachable now, but nothing so far healed her battered little heart.

“Joey, you little shit! Let go of your sister’s hair”

Y/N clung to the kitchen island, watching as the red-headed toddlers tornadoed across the living room. Carol stormed out of the bedroom sporting only one shoe and looking more grown up than Y/N ever imagined she would be. Tommy and Carol’s wedding unsurprisingly predated the prompt birth of their first child by mere months. Between the two nightmares currently messing up their house and the heavily pregnant bump in her purple gown, Carol looked about one temper tantrum away from a spectacular breakdown of her own.

However exhausted parenthood and married life looked to someone like Y/N, that new sheen in Carol’s eyes and the bizarrely adult change in Tommy’s demeanor suggested otherwise. The life of a Hawkins housewife, with all its cliquey glory and PTA snobs, suited Carol’s catty nature and, to everyone’s surprise, fatherhood had calmed Tommy’s recklessness. Y/N took one look at their messy, chaotic, love-filled life, and her confidence crumbled. Her life in New York outpaced anything Hawkins could offer her, but she couldn’t pretend that she had once not wanted any more than this life with Steve.

“For fuck’s sake Tommy, would you hurry up?”

Carol herded her husband towards the door, cursing under her breath at his inability to correctly tie a necktie. If not for the wedding rings and Carol’s baby bump, Y/N might have mistaken the scene for a recreation of their senior prom night.

Y/N piled into the backseat of Carol’s mini-van. Tommy stuck his head out of the driver’s seat as they sped off to Hawkins High, screaming:

“Class of ‘85, motherfuckers!”

Carol yanked him back into the car by the collar. She added a swift smack to the head for good measure. Y/N smiled to herself; at least some things never did change.

As the burgundy minivan pulled into the spot once reserved for Y/N’s Jeep, she saw her life from the outside. Without the safety of her green and white cheerleading outfit, Hawkins High School looked a whole lot less impressive than back in the day.

Tommy and Carol dispersed into the crowd not long after their arrival, while Y/N gravitated towards the open bar. She greeted passersby who recognized her and watched the crowd swell. She stirred her drink absently and watched the night unfold around her.

Old cheer squad members earned careers in fashion or television or teaching. Her third grade best friend married her ninth grade lab partner. Old Hawkins friends gathered like nothing ever changed, but Y/N felt acutely aware that everything had.

Meanwhile, Steve tore himself away from a conversation with a few classmates he only vaguely remembered. He stopped a few feet away from her, as if unsure whether or not to proceed.

Time dealt Steve Harrington the short hand. He stayed in Hawkins, he told himself, not out of fear but just to keep an eye on things for a while. Jim Hopper promised to call if any more monsters popped up. No need, he said. I think I’ll stick around a while longer. First, Nancy, and Jonathan Byers, even Eddie Munson, graduated and took the fast track out of town. By the time Dustin and Lucas and Mike and the rest of the rugrats set off to college, Steve was fresh out of excuses.

He had none left to give the day that Hopper took a quick visit down to the record store where Steve took up a job to pay his bills. He leaned down over the counter Steve worked behind and lowered his voice:

“What the hell are you still doing here, kid? We both know you don’t belong in this shithole.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned. “You’re probably right”

Hopper, more a father to Steve than his own ever was, refused to let him give up like this. Where Steve saw in himself the self-righteous asshole who helped to vandalize the town movie theater, Hopper saw the young man who readily put his own life on the line to save those kids.

“Look, I don’t really care what you do,” he lied. “Just quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something with your life.”

The next morning, Hopper arrived at the station to find Steve Harrington sitting with his tail between his legs in the chair facing his desk. By that time the next year, he was the latest member of the Hawkins PD. And a damn good one at that, he might add.

For the first time in his life, Steve had everything he could want. Everything, that is, except someone to share it with.

His heart skittered as he worked up the courage to get Y/N alone. He’d heard that she came alone and wanted little more than to catch her attention. Things ended so badly between them- his fault, really- that he hardly imagined she wanted to see him again. So, with the same sense of humility as that fateful morning in Chief Hopper’s office, he tapped her shoulder:

“Save me a dance? For old time’s sake.”

Gooseflesh rippled her bare arms; she would recognize that voice anywhere. Y/N set her cocktail glass on the bar, turning her head towards him. He looked the spitting image of the nervous boy who first asked to take her out to the movies. Hands scrunched in his suit pockets, and sporting the very same crooked smile she remembered, Steve Harrington stood before her.

Y/N’s powder blue dress blended well with her skin tone in the dim gym lighting and her hair popped against the fabric. His heart swelled at the sight of her standing in the very same gym they shared their first kiss in. Steve wondered how he ever let a girl like that slip through his fingers.

“Okay,” she said. “For old time’s sake”

He led her by the hand to the makeshift dance floor, feeling for the first time in ages the sweaty anticipation of a lovestruck school boy. Her cheeks swelled with a smile in tandem with her shaky hands as they locked between the ducktail of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands resting easily on her hips, they danced.

“Y’know,” he chuckled. “I really didn’t expect to see you again. I’m glad I did”

The way he looked at her, even after all these years, sent Y/N to the verge of tears; no one had looked at her like since she was a teenager. Since she and Steve were in love.

“Yeah,” her voice came out soft and small. “Me, too.”

They’d come full circle. Although life led them in different directions, and took Y/N and Steve to the wrong people in their journey to find the love they first had in each other, it seemed their story looped back to that dingy old gym. Steve knew the second he saw her that tonight would be a whole lot more than reminiscing with a lost lover. Even if Y/N didn’t know that, yet, Steve didn’t mind waiting.

Steve would wait forever for her if it only meant that he could see that smile one last time. The way her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, the way her hips filled out the fabric of her gown, the way her delicate touch ghosted over him as they danced; Y/N was filled with reminders of the way he once loved her. The way Steve still loved her.

Y/N cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb and watching after him with a melancholy smile.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered.

Y/N clung to her once-lover long past the end of slow songs, the two swaying to synthetic pop tunes. It seemed that each of them darted around fears that, should they let go of each other, they might never get the chance to do so again. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, Y/N let herself believe that, maybe, she was always meant to find her way back to him. She felt not like an adult but once again like a teenage girl nervously dancing with the prom date of her dreams.

He nuzzled his nose forward against her cheek. His hot breath fanned out against her skin and pulled her in even more. The sweet, mesmerizing scent of Steve’s rosewood cologne, the ghost of spearmint chewing gum, and a hint of musk hypnotized Y/N. As he finally kissed her, Y/N folded into his touch. The kiss was a decade in the making, the kind featured on movie screens and cheesy discount novels. Every word they were too afraid to speak into existence and all their repressed emotions poured into the kiss.

Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss. Only as the final song of the night faded into its closing note did Y/N pull herself away from his warmth. Steve stole a quick kiss to her cheek. They walked slowly towards the edge of the dance floor.

“Here,” he said. Steve draped his sports coat over Y/N’s shoulders.

Hair bouncing along with his lopsided grin, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N and that captivating laugh of hers. Even as she led him away from the dance floor, Steve found himself absorbed in her. Her neatly styled hair fell rebelliously out of place, the heat radiating off of her and perspiration from nerves and the dancing all adding just the right amount of lived-in smudge to her make-up. Y/N looked radiant. The words fell out of his loose lips like thoughts so strong that his mouth couldn’t contain them:

“You’re beautiful.”

She slumped into a seat, letting out a breathy laugh. He slid into the empty chair beside her. Although his mind seemed acutely aware that they were running on borrowed time, Steve swore that the night would last forever. Time was edging on despite his best efforts to run backwards against the current; he would never be fifteen again, and their relationship would never be from a clean slate again.

She thanked him quietly. Another stolen kiss followed. The night grew thin around them, their classmates retiring to whatever lives they put on pause for the night's trip down memory lane, but neither could be bothered to tear themselves away. Y/N was quiet for some time afterwards, trying to make sense of her emotions. Steve turned to her, forehead pulled in thought:

“We made quite the mess, didn’t we?”

Y/N paused, tearing herself away from the fears of yesterday. Her eyes flickered to him. She smiled sadly. All Steve had to do was stay. When it was Y/N’s turn to choose Steve, she decided to run instead. It seemed neither of them had the courage to face the very real feelings between them that even time and betrayal couldn’t seem to erase.

“Yeah,” she said eventually. “We sure did.”

He chuckled dryly, rubbing his palms together in thought. The universe seemed to laugh at them, to revel in the tragedy of their bad timing; love itself just wasn’t enough to make them work. His eyes begged Y/N to ease his nerves. Steve needed Y/N to give him some sign that this was more than just in his head.

“Why is this so hard for us?”

The worry in his tired face looked all too familiar to Y/N. A sinking feeling returned to her stomach.

It wasn’t until the summer after graduation that Y/N let herself start to forgive Steve for breaking her heart. With the drama and confines of high school now behind them, Y/N and Steve vowed to make that summer theirs. A last hurrah of bad decisions with minimal consequences. What they intended to be a string of crashed house parties and getting drunk by the quarry instead was a summer filled with late-night conversations on the hood of Steve’s car. With Y/N often teetering between sunburnt and sun-kissed after a shift at the community pool and Steve sticky and burnt out from serving ice cream at Starcourt Mall, they lacked much time or energy to live out the summer they outlined.

Neither of them really minded the extra time to themselves. In fact, Steve soon found himself excited for his shift to end and comforted by the knowledge that Y/N was waiting for him in the parking lot, food in hand. By late June, Y/N had his order memorized and Billy Hargrove had stopped trying to get her to hang around with him past closing time. That was how they found themselves devouring take out from Dairy Queen, still in their work uniforms, and sitting closer than necessary on the BMW.

She wiped the grease from her fingers with a napkin, laughing. Y/N caught a glimpse of Steve in her peripheral vision- dripping with happiness, a shine to his eyes, his Scoops Ahoy sailor hat sagging lowly on his head.

Having Y/N back in his life, even if only for brief, stolen moments on the hood of his BMW and late summer nights thick with their past, the future; it patched up the broken parts of his battered heart. She felt like home. It might only be for the summer, but Steve fully intended to hold onto every second with Y/N that he could.

“Hey, Steve?”

He looked so eager, so happy to see her. Steve wouldn’t even know what hit him. That summer, he slowly tore down the walls their break-up built against her and she knew from the start that she couldn’t take him with her. The thing about running away from her problems, it seemed, was that Y/N had to abandon every good thing in her life right along with the bad. Unfortunately, that included Steve.

She knew she should have told him from the beginning, that she never should have let herself get that close to him again so soon before leaving town. Y/N should have told him, and yet she couldn't bring herself to break it to him. Not that Y/N hadn’t tried to; she had, many times. It just hurt too much.

His laughter tapered off into an inquisitive hum.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?”

Maybe it had treated him less than kindly the past year or so, but it was still the only home Steve had ever known. The thought of skipping town never crossed his mind. He decided a long time ago that he would stand his ground and fight until his dying breath if he had to- Steve was braver, more stubborn than Y/N that way. Another reason she would tell herself they didn’t work out; Steve Harrington was a fighter but Y/N L/N was a survivor. And sometimes that meant putting herself first.

“No, I can’t say that I have. Why?”

She shrugged, uncharacteristically shy:

“I don’t know,” she balled the napkin up into a makeshift stress ball. “I-I just think maybe I need to get out of this town, Steve. Parts of me can’t seem to shake what I saw, what I did-“

She let Barbara Holland die. Y/N watched from her bedroom and did nothing as the thing ate her whole. And when she saw the damn thing again, she hadn’t been strong enough to kill it. She couldn’t save its future victims.

“Hey,” Steve pulled her under his arm. “Don’t say that, okay? You did what you could… We all did. It’s not your fault.”

Tilting her chin upwards with his fingertips, Steve pressed a meaningful kiss to her lips. She leaned into him. His embrace quieted her thoughts enough to mute her worries away. It wasn’t the first kiss they shared that summer, but something hid behind it that made Y/N unable to shake him- so much so that she lost her nerve to break the news to him. She left Hawkins the next morning, while Steve dreamt of seeing her again.

The guilt ate at her from the inside out until the town she once loved only suffocated her with living nightmares and her own inadequacies. Deep down, Y/N knew that running away from her problems would not solve anything. Still, she craved a change of scenery, an escape from the reminders of what Hawkins truly was under its all-American suburban façade. Hawkins was, quite simply, home to the gates of Hell and Y/N didn’t want to stick around and wait for them to crack their way open again.

They had, eventually, done just that; only, Y/N wasn’t by Steve’s side that July Fourth when he needed her the most.

Steve stood abruptly, offering her his hand:

“You want to get a drink?”

Nodding, she smiled. The last thing she wanted was to leave Steve’s side. Y/N took his hand and followed him through the parking lot. They walked in a comfortable silence. She squeezed his hand in hers.

“Steve?”

The pair paused beside his car. Y/N glanced up at him with the guilt of a child caught breaking their parents’ valuables while playing inside the house.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I was leaving,” she paused. “I should have.”

Steve’s eyes softened. He brushed loose hair from her face, smiling sadly.

“I know you are,” he said. “It’s okay, Y/N. That was a long time ago.”

Forgiven or not, Y/N still juggled her feelings of guilt and lingering feelings for Steve between stolen glances on the drive home. He may have absolved her, but Y/N still needed to forgive herself.

“Come on,” Steve opened the passenger door. “How ‘bout that drink?”

The pair of them stumbled into Steve’s old bedroom between stolen kisses and wandering hands. Retracing steps from a lifetime ago, they fumbled blindly in the dim lighting, too utterly consumed in each other to care much for the world outside those walls. There was only the electric rush of pure, raw sexual chemistry and unresolved feelings.

Steve pulled back momentarily, lips dripping in unspoken words. Y/N shook her head, stroking his cheek sensually with her thumb:

“Not now, Steve,” she shushed him, her waiting kiss soaking up his silent fears.

He pulled her hips flush against his torso, working blindly on her dress zipper. Steve’s rough palms explored every inch of her flesh that he could reach. He pinched purple hickies into the crook of her neck, chasing after her as her head flopped in pleasure. Y/N hadn’t let anyone mark her skin that way in years. Steve made her feel young again, like his touch was the Fountain of Youth and she was Ponce de Leon, drinking him in deeply.

Her dress pooled on the floor around her feet as Steve pushed the thin straps from her shoulders. She looked even more mesmerizing than he remembered. Y/N grew into her curves; time transformed her from a bewitching teenage beauty to the woman of Steve’s dreams. And he wanted to feel, to taste, every inch of her.

Spreading her legs apart ever so slightly, Steve dropped to his knees before her. He thumbed at her through the meager fabric of her lace panties. Another hickey on her smooth upper thigh. He groaned at the smell of her arousal. His expert mouth latched hungrily onto her core through the fabric.

Y/N wriggled in pure, hot pleasure against his magical lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling on his hair just the way she knew drove him crazy. Steve pushed aside her panties, buried his nose, his lips into her most sensitive nerves. She tasted like heaven to him, the mere sight of her writhing above him an ethereal vision. Her taste dizzied him and Steve coddled her closer to his lips.

Steve loved the chase almost as much as the kill itself. He knew what he was doing, and knew he was damn good at it, too. If Steve had been a wolf in the bedroom as a teenager, then the only thing to stop him now was a silver bullet. And Y/N was his full moon.

Her first orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly early, received by Steve’s eager tongue. He pulled her in by the neck for another kiss. The salty taste of her own arousal clinging to his breath intrigued Y/N; touching Steve turned all her other experiences into blurry non-memories. Touching Steve felt like coming home after a long day.

The sight of Steve in all his naked glory sent Y/N into a tizzy. She licked teasingly along his length, easing her way into giving him the head of his life. As she worked, Y/N focused in on the bliss reflected in his face.

“Jesus,” he whined. “I forgot how good you were at that.”

Eager to be inside her, Steve reluctantly pulled her back up to her feet. He backed her up against the bed. Y/N melted back against his pillows, a siren waiting for him to fall right into her trap. He kneeled over her figure. Steve kissed her sweetly. One hand thumbed at her clit. In one fluid motion, he pushed inside her.

Steve loved the way she clung to her. Her touch only egged him on. Steve rutted into her deeply. He made love to her with a veracity and dedication that put every other man she’d been with to shame. It was only Steve.

With one final grunt sandwiched by her name, Steve came deep inside of her.

She fell back against his sheets, spent in a fucked-out bliss. Y/N felt her life in the city slipping further from her mind the more Steve Harrington and his magnificent cock drew her to a future here.

“Do you remember what you said to me the night Nancy and I broke up?”

Y/N hummed in her sleepy daze, nodding:

“Sure, I do.”

“Did you mean it?”

She rolled over on the pillow to face him, fully awake now. Y/N blinked through the darkness. Grasping in the dark, she clamped their hands together. From behind his messy hair, Steve looked like a shivering puppy left out in the rain. A soft smile graced her lips. She thought of the last time she saw that look.

“She never loved me.”

Nancy might have been the good girl toying around with Hawkins’ playboy, but instead she tore Steve to shreds and ran for the hills. Now, he wanted someone to sympathize with him. Y/N, though, had no room in her life to be anyone’s second choice.

Y/N tossed the hat to her candy striper costume on the duvet, sighing. She pawed at the vomit stain on her skirt with a damp towel. Perhaps the only person in town who had missed Steve and Nancy’s fallout, Y/N left Tina’s party early to lull a dangerously intoxicated Brittany Matthews home before she ruined anyone else’s costume.

“What? Why are you even here, Steve?”

“I don’t know,” he shrunk down. “This is the first place I thought of.”

Oblivious to his pity party, Y/N fussed about. She tried to clean the night’s memory of her drunken, sophomore team mate nearly passed out on Tina’s front porch right off her dress right along with the stain.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“Nancy,” he suddenly fell sheepish. “She never loved me.”

Y/N watched after him, incredulous. Her hands gripped at the soiled towel as she bit her tongue. Steve, craving some sort of reaction from her, pressed on:

“I should have known,” he sulked. “I mean…God, when did I become such a fuck-up? This is bullshit. Of course it was. I should have known no one could love me-”

“Oh, fuck you! I did! I loved you so much, Steve. You had to have known that.”

“What? Y/N-”

“You broke my fucking heart, Steve. I’m not about to pretend that I didn’t see this coming and I’m sure as hell not your shoulder to cry on”

She tossed the soiled washcloth right at his chest. If Steve hadn’t been crying before, he sure was now. Still no movement.

“But-“

“I think you should leave.”

When he made no moves to do so, some part of her snapped right along with the last string of her heart that still reached out for Steve. She plucked the picture frame from her nightstand, their picture, and chucked it towards him, only narrowly missing his head. It landed on the floor under her dresser, as cracked and broken as their relationship, where it stayed until well after Y/N graduated and left home.

“Get the fuck out, Steve.”

He faltered a moment, her words hitting him full-force with the one thing he must have known and feared but chose to ignore for the past year. Thick layers of tears caked his cheeks. Steve moved slowly and fluidly back towards the window he snuck in through, hoping all the while that he might uncover some magic words to undo the damage he slung onto her poor heart. He found only silence, and by the time his feet hit the ground, Steve knew he’d really done it this time.

He wanted only to be the carefree fifteen-year-old who got to kiss her in secret moments shared in the backseat of his BMW and late at night in her bedroom, when her parents were asleep. Steve wanted Y/N back, but this was too little, too late. She locked the window behind him.

Looking at him now, her heart ached. The stubborn parts of her hadn’t forgiven him for breaking her heart all those years ago. Yet, she mostly just wanted him.

“Yes.”

Steve pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles.

“For what it’s worth, I loved you too.”

Steve leaned over the extra pillows to face her.  He cuddled her close as the pair of them drifted off to sleep, too afraid to let the other go should reality come knocking before morning.

When Steve finally awoke the next morning, he found himself surprised to see her messy hair splayed out across the pillow beside him, and utterly bewitched by the sight of Y/N curling into the sheets as she slept soundly in his bed. He thought, though not for the first time in his life, that he might like to wake each day to the sight.

Steve insisted on helping her carry her things to her car and seeing her out. Now that her Honda was all packed, he looked for any excuse to prolong her inevitable departure. He grabbed at her hips, using every last drop of cheekiness to woo her away from that car. Steve let Y/N go once before and he spent the next ten years regretting it.

“Stay.”

“You know I can’t.”

“What’s keeping you?

She exhaled with a soft laugh. Her home, her friends, her career, all waited for her back in the city. The only thing Hawkins, Indiana had that New York City didn’t was Steve Harrington.

“I’m sorry,” she kissed his lips sweetly. “Goodbye, Steve.”

He stood at the curb, hands balled into his shorts pockets, and watched her drive off until the Honda turned out of sight. Steve smiled after her, sporting the same smile he’d flashed the first time he told her his name, only this time a bitterness hid behind it.

Like Lot’s wife fleeing Sodom, Y/N knew better than to turn around, knew his puppy dog eyes would trap her here forever, melt her down into a pillar of salt. And, like Lot’s wife, she did anyway.

She knew she’d see him again, if only in her dreams.

Y/N nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger. She stared at the slip of paper and dialed his phone number, her mind stuck over the words. The last time she felt this afraid, Y/N lodged an axe into the neck of an interdimensional monster. This time, though, she knew that wouldn’t solve her problems.

“Steve? I need to see you.”

The trek to Indiana did little to calm her nerves. She drove with the radio turned down to silence. No matter how many times Y/N practiced the speech in her head, it didn’t get any easier.

She stood at his doorstep. Fiddling with her hands, she contemplated blowing him off. Y/N felt out of place at his apartment. To her, Steve would always be the boy next door. No matter what happened tonight, she thought of him always as he was then- handsome, full of life, brimming with dreams. Full of love for her.

When he opened the door to let her in, Steve couldn’t dull his smile. He looked almost the same as the boy in her memories. The love hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. It was with the comfort of this thought that she stepped inside.

Steve’s apartment was neat, small, homely. She could see him settling down before the TV with a beer or fussing over his hair in the mirror by the door. The thought made her smile.

He sat down with her on the couch, hands clasping with hers. His bright eyes watched her closely, waiting and ready to accept her back into his life.

“Is everything okay? You sounded upset on the phone.”

“I just- I wanted to talk.”

“Talk?”

He blinked. Steve knew this song and dance and he was tired of trying to keep her here. Tired of letting her toy with his heart.

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in months and you came all this way just to talk?”

Steve told himself he would hear her out, but his emotions got the best of him. He raised his voice in frustration. The abrupt shift in tone caught her off guard. She hadn’t meant to upset him. Y/N deflated in her seat, the speech she’d had prepared now stuck in her throat.

“Forget it,” she rose. “I don’t even know why I came here.”

He followed her out onto the sidewalk. Y/N walked out of his life too many times for him to let her go again.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know! Home, I guess.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me again!”

This made her stop in her tracks, whirling around to face him. Angry, frustrated tears welled in her eyes. He stood just close enough for her to touch. Close enough for her to feel his heart breaking.

“And why not? We both already know how this ends.”

“I love you so much that it hurts. Why can’t you just admit that you want this, too?”

“That’s not why I came back, Steve.”

“Well, then, what? Is this some kind of a game to you-“

“I’m pregnant.”

His expression blanked. Steve didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood. His own gave him next to nothing to start from; the last thing he wanted was to find himself repeating his father’s shitty parenting style. He liked to think that he had finally shed the damage his absentee parents did to him, and that he had found a way to fill the gap their cold demeanor created where affection should have been in his childhood, but that didn’t stop his fears of repeating the vicious cycle.

Y/N looked just as afraid.

“Do you really think we’re ready to be parents?”

“No,” he held her hand tighter in his. “But I know that I’m not my father and we can learn from our parents’ mistakes. You’re my future, Y/N”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course, I do.”

They sat together on his front porch steps. Silence engulfed them for a moment as her earth shattering news settled in. Fear crept back up on Y/N the longer he stayed quiet. Did Steve want to raise this child with her? Did he want her? Her questions and insecurities were overwhelming.

She broke into tears. “I’m scared, Steve.”

“Me, too.”

He held her close to his chest as she cried. A few tears slipped from his own eyes. Steve combed his fingers through her hair and whispered comforts into her ear. Suddenly, he saw a future for himself. A modest, comfortable cottage with a nice yard for the kids to play in, maybe a dog too, and Y/N standing beside him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was comforting, warm. He wanted that future, with her.

“Stay here, with me. I love you, Y/N, and I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll have me.”

Sniffling, she turned her chin upwards to face him.

“Okay,” she said. “Yes, I will. I love you, too, Steve.”

As he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, Steve knew that everything would turn out okay. He loved Y/N L/N and that was enough for him.

Fake it (Tom Hiddleston)

Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

Words: 1598

Warnings: smut,oral sex,multiorgasm(?, unprotected sex

All mistakes are mine

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Tom looked at you as if you did something wrong, and you maybe did it. You didn’t mean tho. Faking an orgasm was something unusual in your relationship with Tom. He was a good gentleman and a good lover. He knew the way on your body better than you.

But yesterday was different, he wanted to keep it slow, you agreed because slow sex with Tom ended up being passionate sex, not this time though. He really went slow on you, you were horny of course he made sure that you were but your libido wasn't up at all. You wanted more, needed more. And when he began to thrust with more enthusiasm and you finally began to feel something, he moaned a “I’m coming baby” and you knew that you only could do one thing to make him feel better, and that was fake it, so you said a soft “Me too baby,agh”.

And Tom, with those words began to come and everything finished. You felt frustrated and unsatisfied but then Tom cuddled you kissed your neck as he whispered in your ear “It was amazing baby, we should have slow sex more often, I love you”. And all the frustration gone and the guilty began to fill in.

He did enjoy it and you made him believe that you enjoyed it too. Fuck.

And now you were relaxing in the kitchen taking a coffee as Tom kept looking at you.

''Do you need something love?'' A stupid question really but you needed him to stop looking at you like that.

''I just... I know what you did last night.''

'' I did nothing babe, what are you talking about?''

He sighed, clearly wanting to stay calm. ''That's exactly the point. You didn't do anything, you didn't come. You faked it. And I want to know why''.

Tom stayed calm, he was trying hard to. He wanted to know why you faked it, at first he really believed your little act, but then the truth hit him like a truck. He knew your body, and he is familiar by now with the way you came around him, and he didn't feel that last night, he is mad at himself for not noticing it, he needed to know the reason, he wanted a motive and wanted to make it up to you. ''So? Care to explain me?''

Again the feeling of regret and guilty was back, you bit your lip not knowing what to say, inconsistently Tom touched it making you stop your action. ''I- -I don't know. I wasn't in the mood and you were happy with trying something and I didn't want to break it for you. I'm sorry.

He stayed silent, trying to no lose his temp. ''So you thought it was better lie to me? To make me feel better?'’

''No, no. But-''

''Come here''

''What?'’

''I said come here''

You went to him, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you hard. ''I'm gonna show you that you no need to fake around me.''

You were to argue with him, but he looked at you and you knew that you were in no position to say anything.

He picked you up and made his way towards your sharing room, his lips now were on your neck leaving marks all over it.

''Tom... Oh my god. You didn't have to do anything. I was wrong, i'ts me who have to apologize.'' His lips leave your neck, smiling he looked at you.

''Love, I really want to make it for ya, I do not want you to stay unsatisfied because of me.''

''You really don't have to''

''But I want to. Would you let me? Please'' He began to kiss your neck, again. ''Yes''.

Now with your permission he kissed your way up to your mouth kissing you with passion, putting your arms up get closer to him He began to lift your (his) shirt leaving you with nothing but your undies.

''Damn baby, I am so damn lucky.'' He watched you as he wanted to eat you alive. ''Get on the bed baby''.

You did what he demanded, now on your back watched him hungrily how he undressed himself quickly. ''I know you are enjoying the little strip but I have other plans for you, lie down for me.

With a dangerous smile he went to the bed, getting on top of you, he kissed you again as his left hand went south on your body making you sigh onto his lips.

Moving aside your underwear he let his middle finger slip in between your folds. ''You are already soaking wet and I just kissed you.'' He began to spread your fluids all over your clit making you moan in pleasure.

''Fuck Tom''.

''That's it baby, enjoy it.'' He kept moving his finger, never leaving his eyes off of your face.'' You look so beautiful like this, how could I miss this last night''. He kissed you as his now two long fingers moved onto you. Too soon you began to feel the waves of your orgasm. Tom feeling your contractions moved inside you his fingers with more fast, making you come right there.

When finally your body stopped trembling, you opened your eyes and saw Tom smile, you couldn't help but smile back, he was so precious for his own good.

''Are you okay, baby?''

You nodded. ''So good.''

''Perfect then''.

He began to leave kisses all over your chest going all the way down, you sighed at the feeling of his lips all over you. Unconsciously you opened your legs wanting his mouth in your awaiting pussy.

''Mmm you are really needy today, aren't you? It is because I did not make you come last night?'' He looked at you from between your legs. ''Do not worry baby, I will make it for ya. You will never ever fake an orgasm with me.''

He licked you center making you shiver, it felt so good. Feeling how desperate you were he began to lick with more enthusiasm, moving his mouth all over your pussy.

''Oh my god, Tom'' You loved his mouth, it was a fucking blessing.

He kept eating you out, concentrating on making you come. You were too sensitive so you really didn't need much work. Knowing that he separated from your pussy for a moment, he licked hid own long -really long- finger and pressed it in your entrance.

''Fuck, you are so wet for me, my finger entered in you without a problem.'' He began to move his finger and his mouth come back to your pussy, now he was using his best abilities to make you come.

He entered another finger making you moan, he smiled into you and began to move his fingers, searching for your G-Spot. Finding your little bundle of pleasure you soon began to feel an orgasm began to approach. Tangling your fingers on his blonde curly hair you moaned as he continued making his work.

''Fuck, Tom. Just like that please baby. I'm gonna come soon''.

Smiling and proud of himself he moves his fingers inside you rubbing that point that sends you to an amazing orgasm. You saw white spots as your body trembled and your pussy clenched around Tom's fingers.

Tom kissed his way up on your body, searching for your mouth, he kissed you. ''You okay?'

You nodded feeling completely satisfied and relaxed now.

''Good, but I am not done with ya''. He took your underwear off your body and disposed to took out his own. ''Now I'm going to do what I didn't do last night, and you will not fake this time, understood?'' You just nodded.

''Perfect, spread your legs for me.''

You did, wanting to feel his cock. He kissed you as he positioned himself in between your legs, grabbing his cock he let himself slide in your wetness, you both moaned at the contact.

''Please Tom, move.''

He nodded no wanting to waste time. He sank inside you again but this time he moved, fast, your body responded at his rhythm, clenching around him. ''Fuck baby, you like that mm?''

''Yes, please keep going please.'' You grabbed his face, kissing him. Letting your hands get lose on his blond curls.

You knew that with this pace you were to come soon, you were too sensible and Tom knew it too. He kept moving fast kissing you, never leaving your mouth even for breath.

''You gonna come again for me baby? I can feel you, and fuck it feels amazing.'' He slowed his hand to play with your clit. You let a groan left your mouth and you grabbed his hair with more force.

''I'm gonna come Tom, I'm gonna come.'' And then you came, clenching and trembling, Tom watched in awe how you came around him.

''So fucking beautiful.'' He groaned as he kept his movement and when a new orgasm took over your body, Tom followed you groaning your name as his cum filled you up. His body tensing as his dick spasmed inside you.

''Fuck''. His thrusts began to slow down and you looked at him. His face was red and his hair was all messed up. ''That was amazing.''

You nodded with a smile. ''It really, if I knew that you got this I would fake it before''

Tom looked at you a frown on his face ''I see you really didn't enjoy that? No worries we got all day baby and you are in for the ride.''

World Cup (Chris Evans)

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Words:1443

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex

Since all my favourites are out, here some smut to comfort me.

All mistakes are mine as always xx

Chris watched you with a pout on his mouth, you have been ignoring him since the game began. You were a massive football fan so obviously you wouldn't miss the World Cup.

He knew your team play today, so he kept quiet and understanding because he knew that he got intense when The Patriots play in the SuperBowl.

Your heart was beating at a fast speed, you wanted to cry, you couldn't believe it. 15 minutes into the game and your team was winning. That was amazing.

You tried to no get to happy about it and deciding to relax you went to cuddle Chris, looking at him you saw the pout on his mouth. ''Are you okay baby?''

He nodded but you knew him, and he wasn't okay. Sitting yourself upright you looked at him.

''Tell me what's wrong.''

He shook his head and you sighed annoyed, a damn child.

''Chris I know you and I know something is wrong, so please tell me.'' You made your best puppy eyes to match with his, and you could see give in.

''I'm jealous.''

You didn't expect that response. ''Of what?''

He pouted looking at the TV. ''The Match, you ignored me all day.''

You rolled your eyes at his child behavior, it wasn't that deep Jesus. ''Chris are you serious?

Laughing at him you kissed his nose, ''It's almost over don't you worry''. It was a lie, and he knew it but accepted your kiss and tried to enjoy the game with you.

[...]

Your team was out, you wanted to cry in frustration, you were angry at the players -Lord knew they did everything they could- at yourself and at Chris -who honestly was being a pain in the ass-.

''Baby, I'm sorry''. You looked at him, he was pouting and had his eyes in a puppy mood. You hated him, he was cute.

''You don't have to apologize, it's fine, it's a game, in four years we could try again.'' You forced a smile and pecked his lips as you went to get up but then Chris wrapped his arms around you and put you on top of him, kissing you harder.

And you knew what he wanted, he was needy, you have been ignoring him too much and now that he had your attention he would took advantatge of it.

You kissed him back, putting your hands on his shoulders you straddled his tights, you sat comfy on him as you two continued making up.

''I missed you today.'' He kissed you neck wanting to leave his marks all over it. ''You were so into the game that you forget about me, and baby I don't like it a bit.''

You looked at him rising an eyebrow at his words, he was being pretty neddy and it was kinda hot.

''You look so good in this t-shirt, to be honest. I wanted to rip it out of your body but I think you would kill me if I did, am I right?''

You nodded. ''Effectively''.

''So I waited, 2 and a half hours to have you. And now I'm going to enjoy, will you leave me? mmm'' He asked, his mouth was still on your neck. You nodded wanting all of him.

''I need words baby, you know how this works''.

''Yes.''

He didn't wait other second, his lips found yours once again as his hands moved to the curve of your ass, grabbing it and making you get closer to him, you in response moved your hips. Suddenly he grew bored with the dry humped and left your mouth with a mid smile.

''Get on your knees baby, show me what you got.''

You did, kneeling before him as he opened his legs giving you space in the middle of them.

''Fuck, you look so good like that. Don't make us wait baby, blow me up come on''.

He moved his own pants down, you knew that he was ready needy, you smiled as you licked the base of his dick.

He hissed in pleasure as his hands now moved to tangle his fingers in your hair, he didn't push nor made you go more fast, he just looked how you teased him.

'' I'm so in love with you and your mouth fuck yes, baby.'' He groaned as you sucked him deeper, your hands were now on his knees as you moved your head.

His moans become louder by time and you knew he was going to come at any minute so you went more fast on him, he shivered, cursing under his breath as he moved your mouth out of him.

''Gonna come inside your pussy not your mouth. Now stand up and strip for me baby, wanna see you, all of you.''

You nodded and stood up. First you lose your pants, then your football t-shirt leaving you naked in front him.

''You weren't wearing underwear I see. Such a dirty girl, come here, lie down.''

Chris helped you to lie down on the sofa, then he hovered over you and kissed you. His kisses leaving you without air. His left hand made his way south, caressing every inch of you.

Pressing his thumb on your nipple you moaned as he began to rub on it.

''Chris....''

''I know baby, got ya''

He moved his mouth to your nipple, teasing the little button with his tongue and sucking on it. ''I love this so much.''

You knew that if he kept going like this you would come, and honestly you wanted to come with him inside you.

''Chris, please stop. I wanna come with you inside me please, please.''

Chris rapidly moved apart nodding, the neediness in your voice affecting him. ''Open those legs for me baby.''

You did so, pussy in all its glory, ready for him. He groaned sinking his mouth on your pussy, lapping and suctioning the little point of pleasure, he didn't stop, not even when your body began to tremble, he didn't stop until your body was sweating and you were begging him to please stop because you were so sensitive.

With a last suck he left your pussy with a grin, proud of his work. ''You look fucked and I didn't even use my cock.''

''Stop teasing, please and fuck me.''

He knew you were ready and so was him, nodding. ''Turn around, on your belly baby''.

You get on its position buzzing on anticipation. You adored this pose, Chris reached every point you loved.

Not wanting to wait, he hovered over you, his cock poking your ass, leaving pre semen al over it. Shaking it, you began to rut your ass, he groaned at the sight of your ass moving against his cock.

''Mmm, I love that ass.'' Kissing your neck, he supported his weight with his left hand as his right slide between you two, to grab his cock and moving it at your entrance.

Wetting the head of his cock, he hissed and slowly he entered home, your juice coating him making him slide early.

''Fuck, you are so wet.'' He groaned, he moved his hips, trying to find the best rhythm. Putting both hands in the sofa he supported himself as he began to thrust into you with more force.

He hid his face in your neck groaning at the tightness of your pussy, he still couldn't understand how well you fit him. You couldn't pronounce a word, all your senses were gone. You were only concentrated in his thrust, in his dick inside you, touching every spot inside you.

''Chris please, harder.''

Chris nodded, grabbing the end of the sofa with more force, he moved his hips harder. He bit your neck and you screamed as your body tensed and little waves of pleasure run through you.

''That's it baby, squeeze me. You feel so good, I'm gonna come in this pretty pussy fuck.''

He lowered his thrust as his body trembled and his cock swelled and with a last thrust he came inside you. Spurt after spurt of cum filled you leaving you all warm inside. With a thud he fell on top of you, his arms giving up.

You were still in the clouds and breathless, but soon Chris' weight was crushing you. Trying to move him, you wiggle, he caught the message and removed himself from top of you.

He sat on the sofa as you turned around looking at him with a dreamy smile. Chris wrapped his arms in your waist, cuddling you. Two minutes later he had to ruin the moment, of course.

''Well seems like not only the players scored today.''