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jellycrusher · 6 months

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Reward

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Smut with slight plot, Polyamory

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: A well-deserved break after weeks of stress from work. Your boyfriend decided to give you a reward. You didn’t know that he was not the only one eager to give you a reward.

Warnings: NSFW, double penetration, double creampie, unprotected s*x (still do safe s*x, kids!), slight degradation, cum eating, oral (F receiving, M receiving), implied!sub Yoongi, implied!dom reader, role!switch Yoongi, role!switch reader, Dom!Hoseok, anal s*x, vaginal s*x, love biting, cheek slapping (but not intense), choking (y/n’s not abused, y'all), A VERY IMPATIENT Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This is actually inspired by their *chuckles* iconic japanese song, Otsukare. The closest translation in English would be “Thanks for your hard work”. Seriously, you guys need to watch their SOPEand OT7 performance of the song! You will laugh your ass off..

It’s been almost a month since you and your team have been burning blood, sweat and tears into this one specific medical case. Working as a medical intern with plentiful senior doctors piling every work on interns is brutal, however you just wade through everything since you did land an internship spot in the most prestigious hospital in the country. You do live in a decent apartment with a nice view you might say, but recently, you’ve been taking refuge in the intern’s lounge for almost a month already. All you want is to caress the soft material of your favorite linen and spend a week on your bed without getting out of it.

Today’s different. You and your fellow interns have cracked the case and have just finished presenting it to a panel of senior doctors. It’s also nice now that the patient in the said case can now breathe a lot easier since there is a higher chance of survival with our proposed medical management. You truly can’t wait to get home.

You also haven’t seen Yoongi, your boyfriend, for almost three weeks. Video calls and missed opportunities was your love story with him since you’ve handled the killer case.

He was very understanding of your situation, especially when you did try to visit him in his apartment one day. You were so drained but you still kept your promise to him for a ‘Movie and Taco Tuesday Night’. Just fifteen minutes into the movie, you were dead asleep on his couch. Sometimes, you even fell asleep while on a video call with him. You felt ashamed that you apologized to him non-stop for a week. He told you that he could compromise so he started visiting you in the hospital. Of course, that was also futile. Both of you would plan to eat lunch together but as soon as you were in each other’s company, beeps from your pager will end your short bout of joy.

You bombarded Yoongi with texts and voice messages that you’re finally free from the shackles of the said case. This weekend will the first whole break you’ve been rewarded with since last month. You receive a text from him asking if there’s any way you could spend the whole weekend with him in his apartment. You knew what he meant and you can’t deny that there’s a part of you expecting something to happen as well. Come on, you haven’t touched or caressed your boyfriend for almost a month. You’re too deprived and sexually frustrated. This is no time to be shy about it, not that both of you are shy with each other.

“But how about Hoseok? Won’t he be there?” Oh Hoseok. What a beautiful human. You’ve been together with Yoongi for almost a year already, and they’ve been roommates for the same amount of time. The three of you just clicked together ever since the start.

You met Yoongi through a common friend. Didn’t start officially dating one another until two months later. You would always tease him about it because he took so long to ask for a date just because he felt intimidated by you. You were more of a strong-independent and outgoing type of woman and he was quiet and reserved. It took a month before both of you started bringing each other to your respective apartments. There you met Hoseok. It didn’t take much and it felt natural to be friends with him. Maybe because it felt like the both of you were the same side of a coin.

You used to think that Yoongi and Hoseok were two poles opposite from each other, but you soon realize that’s the best thing about the two of them. That’s why you and Yoongi felt perfect for each other as well.

Although you love your boyfriend dearly, you can’t deny that a small bit of you has been attracted to his roommate. Apart from having a lot of similarities with each other, you do feel that sometimes you share the same mind waves as him. One day when Yoongi was so sick, the two of you left work for the day to stay and care for him. You were amazed that Hoseok knew what he was doing and was really frantic if what he was doing was enough. Seeing somebody else care and love your boyfriend this much warms your heart.

You do try to avoid letting your feelings for him grow any further since Yoongi is your soulmate. You could give the world to Yoongi, that’s how much you love him, and it swells your heart to know that he feels the same for you. You won’t do anything to hurt your precious boyfriend. Ruining their friendship is also the last thing on your mind. You just remind yourself to keep your small fire for Hoseok under control or put out, if possible.

“He said don’t worry about it. He’ll find a way to stay out of our way for the weekend.” Pleased with Yoongi’s reply, you can’t stop thinking of various ways to spend your night with your boyfriend.

With that, you arrive at his apartment that night. Yoongi opens the door, greeting you. You dropped the bags in your hands to the floor and jumped to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your body. He noticed the fresh smell of your strawberry shampoo, a scent he truly missed.

You start to slowly kiss his neck and soon, you felt his hands grip your waist tighter. “Ummm, kitten?” He does enjoy you pouncing on him as soon as you arrived at his apartment but someone from across the room is eyeing the two of you. Your hands start to comb through his hair when he slightly pushed you, stopping you from teasing Yoongi. “Hoseok is still here.” He turns his head to the direction of his roommate and you followed.

Hoseok sat quietly on the other side of the kitchen counter, sipping his water while staring at the two of you. You straighten out yourself, ashamed at being caught in the act by Hoseok. “Don’t mind me. It’s not like it’s my first time catching the two of you in the act.” He quietly laughs as he took another gulp, completely teasing you.

“Don’t tease her, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats your head as he sees you turn shy at Hoseok’s teasing.

“It’s cute that you let her pounce on you every time she thinks you two are finally alone. So hungry for Yoongi?” Hoseok giggles as you shot a hawkish gaze at him. He gets up and took his bag from the chair beside him as he walks towards the two of you, or rather the door. You glance at the darkness outside the window and at your watch.

“Isn’t it too late for a drive?” You ask Hoseok as he pat your boyfriend goodbye before turning to you.

“I’m fine. Why? You worried about me?” He leans down, eyes meeting yours. He pats your head teasingly and you jokily swat it off. “Besides, aren’t you glad you finally have some alone time? This is my reward to you, little girl.”

“Little girl? I may be smaller but I’m older than the two of you!” Yoongi and Hoseok, focused entirely on your face, watched as you apparently try to make your point.

“Yes, we know kitten, by one year… as you constantly try to remind us.” Yoongi hugs you from behind. “Get on with it. Drive safe!” He hits Hoseok by the arm and they did their handshake. Hoseok also lightly hits your arm before opening the door and walking out, leaving you and your boyfriend finally alone in the apartment.

You both swiftly turn to each other at the same time after the realization that you’re finally alone with each other, amusing the both of you. You let out a smile full of sweetness with eyes almost glistening with longingness for Yoongi.

“I missed you, Yoongi.”

“You don’t how much I missed you too, my kitten.”

That nickname. When was the last time you heard the sound of his voice call you like that? You love it. He apparently can call you that in 100 ways possible. Most of the time, you do love it when he’s screaming it while you overdose him with pleasure.

“Should we watch a movie or something?” You suggest as you turn back to get your bags, carefully grabbing the bag filled with food that you plan to cook for him until tomorrow.

“Pass. I think we should start putting that toy to good use.” Yoongi grumbled in a very low tone as he slowly walked to you, bent forward in front of him. It’s been too long since he had a taste of you. Just by smelling you when you arrived already made him so hard in his pants. He bent down to you letting his body fall on your back. You slowly felt his hands crawl from your shoulders down to your hands. “I’ll be taking that promise now.” His breath brushing past your ear made you wet, shivering from anticipation.

A week ago, you may have promised something to Yoongi. When you’re finally done with the case, you promised him that you’ll allow him to dom you. Usually, it’s been always you who’s taking charge in the bedroom and Yoongi being the sub. You absolutely love seeing your boyfriend submitting to you in the bedroom. Although Yoongi is not really a dedicated sub, he loves it when you tell him that it feels so good acting all your fantasies in the relationship. You were the kinkier and more insatiable one between the two of you so he lets you lead. Tonight, you’ll be giving all the reins to Yoongi so when he knew that you’ll be staying with him this weekend, he texted you the lists of toys to bring.

“What do you want me to do?” You stood up and turned to face him. Yoongi understood what you’re asking of him. You are now submitting to him. His chest starts to swell up inside at finally having the chance to reverse the roles between the two of you.

“Start by calling me Sir.” Yoongi grabbed your chin, lightly tapping your cheeks. You gaze at his hooded eyes, now filled with desire and hunger to dominate you, making you starved to get a taste of him. “Kneel.” He pushed you down by your shoulders as he zips open his pants.

His cock sprung out of his pants, hitting you on the cheek. The enticing smell overwhelmed you. You deeply breathed to inhale his musk as your nose hit the tip of his cock. He gulped at the sight of you hungry for his cock. Your hands wandered towards his member when you heard Yoongi click his tongue. You open your eyes and gazed above. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do, understood?” a more commanding tone vibrated out of Yoongi, slightly surprising you at how he exudes himself right now. He brushed his thumb along your lower lips. “Answer me, kitten.” He tightens his grasp on your chin.

“Yes, sir.” You dropped your hands beside you as you let Yoongi, with his cock in hand, brush himself on your lips.

“Good girl.” He continues to swipe the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum on your lips. You hold yourself back from licking him and swallowing him whole. Every fiber of your being is getting impatient and just wants to stuff his cock inside your mouth this instant but a promise is a promise. You just have to wait and let him lead. “Stick out your tongue.”

He relishes the sight of you kneeling down for him, tongue out waiting for his cock. He put both of his hands in front of him against the wall as he aligns his cock in the tip of your tongue. “Purple is our safe word. You understand?” He gazes down at you, nodding enthusiastically.

Not soon after, he starts thrusting his cock so deep inside your mouth. Your head is pushed against the wall along with the rhythm and force of each thrusts. Something about his cock just satisfies you perfectly. The length is just enough to gag you but the girth, oh the girth. It hurts your jaw every time you suck him and if you had too much, you know you’re gonna have a hard time chewing your food tomorrow.

Sloppy sounds from the two of you started to fill up the room. Yoongi continues to bury his cock in your throat. He did stay deep for a few seconds a few times, grinding himself on you as you find difficulty to gasp for air. Tears started welling up in your eyes and Yoongi got concerned. You felt him pull away slightly but you assured him quickly that you’re fine. You know yourself that you won’t use the safe word tonight. You never did get to use it ever with Yoongi.

He gripped your neck, ever so slightly choking you as he pulls you to stand and leads you to the living room couch. He pushed you back to crash down on the soft couch. Quickly and not a second more, he crashed his lips with yours. Overwhelmed by the burning contact that’s long overdue, both of you breathed deeply as you allow each other to get intoxicated. Your hands tightly gripped the coach at both sides, controlling yourself from disobeying Yoongi. His tongue starts to lap at your sweet soft lips and continue to coil its way to your tongue.

Yoongi started moaning as he closed the distance between his crotch and your thighs. You felt him grind himself on you and your thighs started squirming at the sight of Yoongi satisfying himself on you. “Open, kitten.” He pushed your mouth open once more with his thumb. “Look at how hungry my kitten is for me. You’re so good for me.” He spits, letting his spit travel down slowly to your mouth. He chuckles at the sight of you swallowing for him.

“Sir, I want your cock now please?” Your thighs squirmed some more, wiggling while tightly closed together.

Yoongi clicked his tongue once more. “You’ve always been impatient. Always skipping foreplay and straight to fucking.”

“But sir, I’m really hungry for your cock.” You beg and whine.

“Good girls get rewards. Am I right, kitten? I have to prepare you well for what’s in store for tonight.” He bends down as he spreads your legs. Your thighs pushed towards you. He groans when he lifts up your skirt, noticing that you chose to come here without any underwear. He glared at you remembering that if he did not control himself a while ago when you were kissing him when you arrived, he could have lifted your skirt right then with Hoseok still present in the room.

“See? I am always so wet for you Sir. I can take your cock right now.” Your pussy, glistening with juices, further inviting him to devour you. He licks his lips before kissing your inner thigh.

“My kitten. When was the last time you touched yourself?” His breathe tickled your clit just as he let his nose slightly touch your clit. Yoongi sees you attempting to grind yourself to his face, impatient for his touch. You bit your lip as you stare and wait for your boyfriend. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” You gasp at the sudden bite on your inner thigh, soon followed by a warm lick from his feverish wet tongue.

“I have not touched myself for three weeks, sir. I really need your cock now, sir. Please.” You whine as you try to hold back your tears.

“Such a hardworking girl. I see you deserve a big reward.” He pulls the lips of your pussy to the side, making it taut and your clit standing to attention. He quickly swiped his tongue up your slit, finally tasting your juices dripping out from your pussy. He could say all kinds of profanities just from tasting you. You scratched and gripped what was around you at the overwhelming sensation. Yoongi continues to flick his tongue swiftly against your clit, followed by slurping and sucking. You arch your back as your hands finds its place on Yoongi’s hair.

His fingers soon landed on the rim of your pussy. He thrusts two inside very deeply, curling it to find your g-spot. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming at the intense pleasure. You’ve been so deprived of any touch for three weeks that just his tongue is enough to make you cum in seconds. However, you try your best to hold it out.

Yoongi fondles your breast with his hand as he licks your clit, while his other hand never faltering from fucking you. Seeing you lose yourself from his touch is making him drunk. He never saw you this submissive with him. With this, he adds another finger in your pussy. He licks your clit furiously as he sees you desperate to scream louder but you bite your lips to hold back. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

You gaze at him, furiously nodding. Begging to be allowed to reach your high. You see him smirk as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you. A second after, he pulled it all out, leaving you surprised and craving for him to return his fingers inside you. “Not yet. We still have to use this.” He lifts up a metal anal plug. He hands out the toy to let it touch your lips. Your eyes stay glued to him as you let your mouth open, sucking the toy. You see him staring at your mouth, licking his lips at how dirty you look right now.

The metal felt cold as it hits your tongue and teeth. You swirled your tongue around the bulbed end and he pulled it out of your mouth. He quickly pushed it inside your pussy without falter. He pulls it in and out twice to lubricate the toy with your juices before stopping just on the entrance of your ass.

You squirm as you felt the toy slowly stretching your behind. The sensation and stretch is too much for your first time. He doesn’t push everything at once, but slowly pulling it in and out as he slowly lets you adjust. He sees you shaking once he did push the entire plug inside you.

He wiped a strand of hair clinging on your sweaty forehead. Despite looking so fucked out, you’re still the most beautiful person he ever saw. You exchange a few seconds of sweet gazes before he inserted three fingers inside your pussy again while his other hand pulls the plug in and out.

“Oh my fuck… Yoongi. I’m gonna..” You came undone as he increased his speed from fucking you after he sees you writhing in reaching your high. You felt washed over with pleasure, vision hazy and ears ringing.

Yoongi still continued to thrust his fingers and the plug as you slowly finish. A sounding pop came from his fingers pulling out of you. He puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste of ecstasy. He curses, eyes closed, as he relishes the familiar taste.

The plug still within your puckered ass, you crawled back to the couch as you try to chase your breathing. Yoongi proceeds to walk back to the bag you left just near the door and when he came back to you, he pulled out a blindfold and a huge 8 inch pink dildo from your bag and placing it on the table in front of you. Yoongi, now fully naked, stood tall as he beckons you to remove all your clothes. “Stand up and sit down on my cock.”

Yoongi grins as he sees you eagerly standing up and waits for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he pats his thigh to gesture you to finally have what you’ve been eagerly waiting for. You turn around and before you sat down, you try to pull out the plug. Yoongi sees this and smacks your ass, granting a whimper from you. “I thought I told you not to do anything unless you’re told to. Keep it in!”

He groans like a beast from behind you as he placed both his hand on your waist. He pulls you down and lets his cock claim your pussy not a moment long. You whimper at the violent stretch and even more so when Yoongi started furiously humping his hips off the couch to fuck you harder. You noodle out sensual and erotic moans as you place your hands behind you and on Yoongi’s chest. “You’re so fucking tight.” He squeezed your waist so hard that the ache lingered when his hands left your skin. “You’re milking me. I won’t last if you’re this tight.” He lets out a guttural groan while he inch closer to your body. He marks you intensely on the crook of your neck. His hands wandered in front of you and tightly squeezed your breasts.

It feels so nice and naughty as you submit to the bliss of your love making. The pain from his rough hands is so gentle yet very shameless as well. He felt like a lion starving for his prey, you, who is presented on a silver platter. Every thrust of his cock feels primal. This reversal of roles is new to both of you but you find yourself finely adjusting.

“Do you want me to fill your ass with my hot…and sticky cum?” He sensually whispers into your ears. You quickly turn intoxicated with his erotic voice, scorching hot inside your chest and seeping wet from your pussy at the thought of him equally fucking your hard from your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would love that.” You turn your face to the side, surprising him with a slow and succulent lick across his lips. You felt like a drug to Yoongi, being this submissive to his every whim and drunk on sex. Something good actually came out from having to part with you for three weeks.

He pushes you off and eyes the anal plug still attached to you. He did not expect you to suddenly shake and cum again after he pulled out the plug. You dropped down with legs buckling, but he caught you in time just before you hit the floor. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” He lets you support yourself, bending forward and hands on the table. He bent down with his chest on your back, cock still erect touching your pussy. You chase your breathing and took your time before you answered him.

“I’m okay baby. Just getting used to this new you.” You giggled as you kiss his cheeks. “I promise to use our safe word if it’s too much.” He laughs as he felt you wiggle your butt on his cock.

“Always hungry for me, kitten?” he lets his hands comb through your hair before pulling it all back. You straighten your back, presenting your ass to him. He holds his cock in his hand, aligning it with your tight puckered muscle. “Put the blindfold and get the dildo, sweet kitten.” He lets go of your hair and allows you to bend forward to get the items he asked. You strap the blindfold on and blindly let your hand wander on the table to get the dildo.

As you were about to stand up back to him, you sense a slow shapely pressure on your ass as Yoongi tries to enter you. The unfamiliar and new stretch had you delirious from the pain and pleasure. You both find yourself breath taken as you wander through uncharted waters. Your tightness from behind is nothing compared to your pussy. If you had known how intense and sweet this was, you would have said yes to Yoongi to try this months ago. Yoongi hesitates to push his entire length on you, still taking his sweet time to let you adjust. However, you’re patience is nearing its limit with Yoongi’s pace.

You push yourself back on him towards the couch, letting the both of you crash down. You scream at the intense sudden pain of having his cock rapidly filling you up when you fell on his lap. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he allow your scream to die down.

“How many times have I told you to obey me?” He squeezes your cheek, stealing the dildo from your hands. “I’m in charge here, not you kitten.” Yoongi smacking the dildo on your clit has your squirming and closing your legs. You can’t see anything and every sense you have seems to have heightened. “Remember who’s in charge or else, you’ll be punished.”

He gathers the dildo on the entrance of your pussy, lathering your juices around. “Punish me, baby. I’ve been a very impatient and disobedient girl.” You’ve now adjusted well to his cock. Yoongi saw you grind yourself on him, whining for more.

You hear him deeply chuckle then the dildo swiftly entered you until you felt it hit your womb. You try to suppress your voice and Yoongi felt this so he hooked his two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue to allow you to let your moans out. The merciless plunge of his cock in your ass and the unrelenting force of the dildo overwhelmed you. It was insane being fucked full by your boyfriend. You were submitting but you never felt this strong and satisfied when you were the one taking charge. The pain, the pleasure and the raw savageness of helplessness made you feel alive.

You respond to his each thrust with untamed moans, hands wandering on his body. You felt completely exposed and unguarded. “Tell me, kitten…” you continue to yield and moan for him when he whispered erotically in your ear. “Are you imagining somebody else’s cock inside your pussy filling you right now instead of the dildo?”

Your moans disappeared as you try to comprehend your boyfriend’s question. However, he continues to thrust in your ass and pussy, making your mind a mush. “I…”

“I think you have someone in mind and it’s not me, kitten.” His erect cock delved deep inside your ass, frozen from thrusting inside you. Although, he continues to push the dildo in and out with a force so savage, you can feel it bruising the entrance of your womb. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Do you wish that his cock should be the one fucking your pussy full right now?”

He gripped your chin with his other hand as you felt words stuck in your throat. You felt your chest tighten at the sudden confrontation. You don’t know if Yoongi is angry and punishing you right now because you can’t see him. He wouldn’t shame you like this normally so you don’t know if this is just the dirty talk or his true feelings. “Sir, I don’t…” you get caught up in your words as your blindfold is starting to get moist from your impending tears.

“I’m not angry kitten. I just want to hear what you truly feel. Whose cock, aside from mine, should be fucking you right now?”

It took you a while to get the knot out of your chest but you did. “I want Hoseok’s! Hoseok’s cock should be fucking me hard right now in the pussy while you destroy my ass!” You screamed. Yoongi slows the pace of the dildo in your pussy and pulls it out. You slumped on him, hungry for a reaction from your boyfriend. The blindfold is not helping the turmoil inside your chest. You want to face him and look straight at him to understand what kind of face he might be making right now.

“Good kitten.” He groaned from behind as he take the blindfold off you. You pry open your eyes, adjusting to the light. A naked figure stood in front of you as you rub your eyes to register the sight. Hoseok was standing tall in front of you and Yoongi, naked in all his glory and stroking his cock.

You jump slightly in your place but Yoongi pushes you back down, granting a sensual quiet moan from you since his cock is still deep in your ass. “Hoseok?!?….Why is he here?”

“This is your reward, little girl.” He continues to stroke his cock in front of you, smugly smirking to look at your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, kitten. I know you want this too.” Yoongi placed his chin on your shoulder as you’re still staring at Hoseok’s face. You turn to your boyfriend and you both stare at each other for a few seconds. You try to read his eyes, unsure if you’re really allowed to finally act on your feelings

“I don’t want to do this if you don’t, baby…” He sensed your panic so he cupped your cheeks to kiss you. A slow and sweet exchange of your lips made you understand that he really is letting you go ahead. He parts with your lips and sweetly gazed at you.

“I want this as well. Go ahead.” Yoongi nods his head to Hoseok, prompting you to allow yourself to submit to both of them. “This is okay. Take care of our girl, Hoseok. I trust you both.” You face Hoseok, who’s still furiously pumping himself to you. With the permission of his older roommate, Hoseok now shamelessly takes in your naked figure as he licks his lips.

He’s been wanting this for so long as well. He developed feelings for Yoongi first, when they became roommates. He’s been so good at hiding it not until Yoongi introduced you to him. At first, he was jealous and irritated whenever you would visit and stay at their apartment. The longer you spent time with Hoseok, he also found himself loving you. Hearing you come undone and screaming with Yoongi every night with just a wall separating him from the two of you was brutal. He loved you both, wanting to touch you and Yoongi as well. He was determined to keep it all a secret up until when Yoongi confronted him.

Yoongi suspected Hoseok has feelings for you with how he acted every time you were with the two of them. Of course, he felt something from you as well. Being quiet and reserved meant that he was very good at reading everybody else’s expressions and feelings. He was proven right when Hoseok confessed with his feelings towards you when he tried to confront him. He was taken by surprise though when Hoseok confessed to loving him as well. He didn’t expect it but also didn’t dislike it. Maybe something in him also feels something for his younger roommate. They did talk it out and came to a conclusion to talk to you about it. Yoongi was the one who initiated the surprise threesome. Hoseok wasn’t on board with it at first but now that you’re here, he’ll accept everything even if you reject him.

You let your lust and feelings take over you. You wait for either of them to command you. Hoseok sees your eyes change from reluctant to now willing to submit to him. He takes it as your acceptance of him. He groans as he walks closer to you, cock in your face. His cock smelled amazing. You take in the unfamiliar yet enticing smell as you sniff his shaft, granting a groan from the two males at the sight of you.

“Suck me now, little girl.” You opened your mouth to invite him in. Hoseok leans his head back as euphoria hits him from the satisfaction of having your warm and wet mouth capture his cock. His cock was different from Yoongi. He’s not as girthy as your boyfriend but the length is amazing. Your mouth is already full but there’s still enough left for your hand to play with. “Fuck, I can’t handle this. You feel amazing.” Hoseok wraps his hands on your hair as he started to furiously rock deep inside your mouth. You could feel him reach your throat. Your moans, now muffled by the huge cock occupying your mouth. Hoseok could come apart right there at the sight of your throat bulging from his cock and from the vibrations of your throat as you try to moan loudly, when Yoongi started tapping Hoseok’s hand away from your head.

“I said take care of her, not kill her.” Hoseok loses his hold on your head when he heard Yoongi as he pulled out of your mouth. You gagged and coughed but you swat your hands at them.

“Yoongi, I’m fine. I actually like it.” You swipe the drool off your lips and turned to face your boyfriend. “I’m not using my safe word, am I? So get on with it and fuck my ass full!” Yoongi and Hoseok, surprised at your outcry and commanding tone, just went quiet.

“I didn’t hear you calling him Sir, did I?” Hoseok grabbed your chin and lightly slapped you. “Did he allow you to take over? No! You’re our slut tonight so just obey us.” You were taken aback at Hoseok’s change in demeanor. You were a dom to Yoongi, but Hoseok felt different. You shiver in your place, unfamiliar with the feeling of fear from disobeying the sultry man in front of you. With Yoongi, you were willing to act as a sub tonight but it felt like you were really a sub to Hoseok.

All you do was agree as he slaps you once more in the cheek. It was not painful as you imagined. You know Hoseok still cared for you and wouldn’t really hurt you so you find yourself relaxing under Yoongi, waiting patiently for Hoseok to now command the two of you under him. “Fuck her hard, Yoongi, so that she knows her place. I’ll make sure to fill her pussy to the brim.” He licks his lips as both you and Yoongi stare at the dominant male.

Yoongi started to lunge his hips towards you, bouncing you on his lap. You scream at the pleasant sensation of being fucked in the ass. You see Hoseok smirking as he lines his cock at your pussy. Slowly, you felt him open up your walls as he continue to plunge his erect and long member. Hoseok gently bites and licks your shoulder as he tries his best not to come apart from the wonders of your pussy. It was heavenly. Filthy moans, your bodies tangled with each other, and sloppy sounds from their cocks entering you filled the room. You three were drunk from the pleasure, frenzy mushing your heads making you groggy.

You wrapped your hands around Hoseok’s back, pulling him towards you. Hoseok, surprised at the sudden proximity of his face with Yoongi, avoids eyes contact as he continue to fuck your pussy hard. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of his younger roommate getting shy despite being so commanding with you and him a while ago. He placed a peck on Hoseok’s forehead. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, now cheeks burning caused by the sweet kiss. They stared at each other, Yoongi sweetly smiling at him and Hoseok smiling at the feeling of being accepted by Yoongi as well.

You pull Hoseok’s face to yours, breaking their small moment. “I want to be filled, sir.” You gaze at him with eyes hooded. Hoseok realized that you’ve gone far off now and all he wants is to satisfy you.

“Little girl deserves her reward.” He looked at Yoongi and soon after, both of them pounded into you furiously. Overwhelming sensation from being full from both holes, Hoseok painfully fucking your pussy up up to the entrance of your womb, and Yoongi fully stretching your ass out. You scream as you let yourself in your bliss. You exploded from the ecstasy brought on by the two men you truly care and love. Yoongi and Hoseok moaned and squeezed their hands on you as they felt you squeeze down on them, milking them to reach their own orgasm.

You twist, still glued to them, as you felt their warm liquid fill you up from the front and behind. The three of you, panting, as all of you let your orgasm finish. Still twined with each other, you hugged Hoseok tightly before he parts from you.

“Are you okay? You came three times, you must be exhausted. I’ll prepare a bath for the both of you.” Hoseok quickly ran back to the bathroom, disappearing from the living room.

Yoongi lifts you up to stand, pulling his cock out your ass. He lets out another groan as he sees you leaking with both of their cum. You truly look filthy right now, but his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest as he take in your beautiful face. He swipes the leaking cum off your thigh and he pulls you back on the couch. He places his fingers coated with cum in your mouth. You willingly suck it clean, tasting the mixture of Yoongi and Hoseok on you. He examines you as you breathe deeply, trying to relax post-coitus.

“Wow. Baby. If I had known how fun it is to see you take charge, I would have let you do it occasionally. Also, that was awesome.” You hug Yoongi as you place your legs across his thighs.

“Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?” Yoongi wipes the sweat off your forehead.

“I’m fine, baby.” You placed your lips on him, intimately. You want him to feel your happiness and ultimately, your intense love for him. “So what does this mean? With Hoseok?”

“I know you love him and he does too. I’ve been suspecting it for a while now. I just waited for either of you to talk to me.” Yoongi tucks in your hair behind your ear.

“But I love you more. You’re the one I want the most.” You quickly rebut him, careful as not to hurt him with any of your words.

“I know, kitten. Trust me, I do love you both too and it makes me happy seeing the two of you together too.”

“But he’s your friend…”

“I love him too, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hoseok suddenly appeared in the room. “I won’t force myself between the two of you. I’ll go wherever you want me to stay in this relationship. I’m happy with just the two of you knowing how I feel.” He stands straight at the edge of the living room, hesitant to walk further and respecting the current situation.

You turn to Yoongi and silently stared at each other. You quickly understood what this meant. Your heart felt huge and swollen at the amount of love you’re now receiving. You’re loved by Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Come here, Hobi.” You gesture him to come closer and he did, smiling enthusiastically as he knew that the both of you are now accepting him and willing to share each other.

“I love you both!” Hoseok crashed down on both of you, granting a loud giggle from you while Yoongi smiled silently.

No reward can ever top this one. Surely, the night is still young.

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just for fun (part 2)

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Eddie and F!Reader lose their virginity to each other. But it doesn't mean anything, they're only fuck buddies.... right?

C/W: swearing, P in V sex, semi-public sex. Reader is 18. Very much NSFW. Minors DNI

Part 1 // AO3

You wave over to the rest of them as you make your way to your accustomed seat at Eddie’s side, a tray filled with something that might’ve passed for lunch in a Victorian workhouse. Or that’s what Eddie thinks, at least.

“Dunno how you can eat that muck,” he grumbles as you sit down, shovelling two biscuits in his mouth.

“Hey, it’s not that bad!” you chuckle, looking over to the others for backup. “Right, guys? I can’t be the only one that enjoys it… right?”

“Yeah!” Dustin pipes up as the rest stare on in silence. One of Eddie’s little “sheep,” those younger boys that he recruited into his Dungeons & Dragons club with the promise of adventures, fame and glory — albeit strictly in the tabletop realm. And a necessary fall in social status, of course, but since all of them were more or less outcasts to begin with, not much changed there. “They actually had really nice tacos on Tuesday, and the lunch lady told me next week they’re gonna try doing enchiladas.” His face lights up at the thought.

“Yeah, emphasis on try,” Eddie groans. “Find me one of them that can actually cook and I’ll eat my hat.”

“Eddie, you don’t have a hat.” You can’t help the playful jab at his expense, nor what follows: “Might as well eat your bandana.”

He rolls his eyes but grins at you anyway. “Sure. I’ll eat my fucking bandana, smartass.”

“You love it, really.”

“What? The smartness or the ass?”

“That’s smart ass to you.”

The younger boys follow your little exchange with unrestrained glee, although their expressions turn muted when their Dungeon Master fixes them with a terrifying stare. “And what are you giggling at, huh? Something funny?”

“Nope,” they murmur, eyes downcast.

“That’s more like it.”

You can’t help but laugh, disguising it as a cough into your sleeve. As fierce as he can be — as mean as he likes to pretend to be — he’s a real softie deep down. It’s in the way he gives, and gives, and gives without expectation of anything in return. It’s in the hugs that burst at the seams with all the warmth he can fit in them. And it’s absolutely in the way that, for a bunch of young nobodies figuring out how to become somebodies in the dog-eat-dog world that is Hawkins High, and even beyond, he has become their shepherd.

You could see him like that, kind of. Lazing on a hill, guitar across his knees, shirt blissfully abandoned, just soaking up the sun as he hums a song for only the wind to know, letting it tousle through his long mane.

“And what are you smiling at, Y/N?”

Shit. He just had to be born with hawk eyes.

“Nothing,” you squeak out. “Just thinking.”

“Bullshit it’s nothing. You’re an awful liar. Remind me to never play poker with you,” Eddie chuckles. “Too many tells. Way too many tells.”

“Yeah? Well it’s nothing.” You grin at him. “Can’t a lady have some secrets, anyway?”

“Oh, a lady, are you, Y/N?” He drops into a fake-British accent that narrowly survives his bout of laughter. He reaches longingly for another biscuit before deciding against it; the sugary, crumbling goodness does not, apparently, outweigh the risk of choking to death in a giggling fit. “My sweet — my sweet, fair lady with her hair full of secrets?”

“Fuck off, Munson.”

His chair moves with an audible crrrrurrrk across the floor as he half staggers, half shuffles backwards. “Help!” he yells out, clutching his chest, face drawn in utter agony. “My fair lady is using unladylike language! Her mind has been corrupted into the gutter! She is tainted, forever doomed to spinsterhood with thirty cats! A wicked, wicked mind in a wicked body! Oh, how will I ever recover from the shock?”

His theatrics are always hilarious for you all. There’s just something so endearing about someone so utterly unafraid to make a fool out of themselves just to make their loved ones laugh.

Usually, that is. But today, it hits a little close to home for your liking. It reminds you too much of the afternoon you shared a couple of days ago, and all the thoughts you’ve had since then.

While the others laugh and Jeff helps push his chair back in position, you remain resolutely silent and stone-faced in the face of Eddie’s clowning, even when he adds a pained, drawn-out, “Tainted” for your benefit.

You pretend to drop something under the table, using it as an excuse to grab the notebook and pen hanging precariously out of your pocket and tear off a scrap, scrawling a note for the shocked shepherd to read at his leisure.

“Gotta go,” you say quickly in lieu of a goodbye. “Don’t want to be late for class.”

“But you’ve got another ten minutes left, Y/N.” Eddie looks puzzled as you stand up, scooping up your tray. The muck remains half-eaten. “Where are you going? Tired of me already, huh?” He flashes you a winsome grin and a wink to accompany it.

It takes all your willpower to school your face into a neutral expression. You’re not sure if you currently want to fight Eddie, or -

“I need to study. I have a test coming up in the next few days. Really need to be on my A-game.”

You drop your note into his lap as you walk away from the table, hoping he’ll notice it before he gets up later — and that the others won’t notice. You had tried to be subtle, but…

“Surely you can afford to live a little, Y/N.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “Fail a test for once. You know you’re only going to get the highest in the class even if you add in a few mistakes. You know — be a wild, crazy teenager.” He punctuates his final words with a finger tapping the table.

You can’t help but smile. In all the years you’ve known each other, Eddie would never be able to even remotely describe you as “wild and crazy”, even if his life depended on it.

“Maybe. Maybe I’ll flub it, just for you.”

“That’s my girl. Now, go on. Shoo. Study! Get the A you deserve!”

You feel a little guilty as you walk away. You’re not going to study, even if you’re currently headed for the study hall with a bag full of notes.

You’re going to fill your head with all the fantasies this burgeoning situation with Eddie has opened up for you. The taste of something only hinted at while you were together in his bedroom. You’re going to let all the frustration flood through your veins like a drug as you remember the fact that not once since that fateful afternoon has your best friend even hinted at the thought of fucking you.

You don’t just want to laugh at his jokes, not after you know how his mouth tastes. How his tongue has an almost electric intensity to it. How his chest felt under your wandering fingertips and the way he was so wonderfully, achingly hard for you the entire time… and how wet just the thought of it all makes you.

You set out your notes with a sigh, absently rubbing your thighs together as you struggle to focus. Only a few more hours until you were free to meet him at the spot and talk it out.

Hell, maybe fuck it out. You didn’t think you’d lose your virginity against a tree or slumped over the bench he deals at, the one nobody goes to unless they don’t want to be seen, but it doesn’t hurt, right? Well, it might hurt at the beginning, sort of, but only a little bit, because —

God damn it.

The words have all blurred together in front of you, meaningless shapes and squiggles. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

Eddie arrives at the bench, just like you asked… thirty minutes after school finished. What he was taking his sweet time over, you can only guess, but it doesn’t matter. He’s here now, and if he’s here then that means he’s read the note in its entirety.

He knows you want to talk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grins, giving you a little wave as he drops his bag and sits on top of the bench. “I know I don’t charge you for this shit, but you’ll be robbing me out of house and home if you want it this soon after the last one.”

It’s an olive branch, you realise belatedly. A way to smooth over the tension you’ve been quietly simmering in all day.

He always did have hawk eyes. Never missing a beat.

“Yeah,” you say. Even to your ears, that’s something slightly off in your tone. “It helps me relax and stuff. Especially when there’s a bunch of tests this early in the year.”

“They’re just trying to make it clear from the start that the others have nothing on you.” He nudges you, touching your arm briefly. “Valedictorian material. I can see it, even if you can’t.”

You’re not in the mood for his jokes, so you just sigh. And then you regret it, instantly, because his face falls and he’s looking at you like he just kicked a puppy. Your puppy. A mile-long line of your kicked puppies.

“Did I say something wrong? Tell me what’s going on, Y/N, you’ve been down all day.” He clutches at your shoulders, lips opening and closing as he tries to find appropriately beseeching words.

“I just don’t know if this means anything to you, or if it was just a one and done thing,” you blurt out. “I wanna continue but you — you haven’t said anything about it since then.” You look away, unable to face him when you’re on the verge of crying. You don’t even know why you want to cry; you’re friends, you’re best friends, and this is all stupid. Just another teenage girl mood swing, you think bitterly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “I thought maybe you lost interest in the whole thing.”

“Y/N.”

“No, Eddie, it’s dumb, I’m sorry, I —”

“Y/N.” He moves your head gently until you’re forced to meet his eyes.

My God. Those eyes. What Helen accomplished with her face, Eddie could do with his eyes alone.

“I didn’t lose interest. Far from it. It’s been nearly all I’ve thought about.” He scratches the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “I mean, fuck. You were grinding on my cock, touching me all over, and you made the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I nearly came when you took your fucking shirt off.”

You feel so utterly, relentlessly, stupid. For a different reason, this time. A bonus round of stupidity; a conga line of cognitive impotence.

“So no, I haven’t lost interest. I kinda thought maybe you had.”

“Me?” Your eyes grow wide. “What gave you that impression?”

“Well…” He fidgets. “You didn’t mention anything either.”

“Only because I was waiting for you to mention it first!”

“And I was waiting for you to say something! I didn’t want to act like a pervert and scare you off. Didn’t want to be a freak.”

Your heart shatters around your ankles, and there’s only one thing you can do.

“Oh, Eddie.” You squeeze him into a tight hug, not caring about whether you might be currently crushing his ribcage. “You are not a freak, and you never could be. I know you better than any of those assholes ever would. Believe me when I say it, but you’re a fucking Care Bear.”

He laughs in a way that sounds suspiciously close to crying. “A fucking Care Bear, huh?”

“Yup,” you say, resolutely. “The grumpy one.”

“And there I thought you were gonna get all mushy on me, Y/N.” His eyes twinkle at you.

“Not in your life, Munson.”

You untangle yourselves as the need to breathe properly becomes evident, but your arms still remain wrapped around each other’s waists.

“You’re… sure you want this?” you ask him, searching his face for any hint of doubt.

“Yes,” Eddie says back, utterly doubtless. “You?”

“Yes.”

He pauses for a moment. "You know, I didn't think it would be so hot."

"You trying to say I'm not hot, Eds?"

He neither confirms or denies, settling to just grin at you when you sigh at his lack of response. "You're not bad, I guess. 've seen worse."

"Not bad? Seen worse?" You screech, faking offence at his words. "Wait, what do you mean you've seen worse? Like in a magazine or real life or -"

"Real life." He shifts on the bench, hands curling and uncurling around each other. "Sometimes when girls want to buy stuff, they, uhh…" Eddie coughs. "They show me their tits because they want a discount."

"And does it work?" You suspect it probably does.

"Aww, you can hardly complain, sweetheart," he grins, shaking his head. "You get it for free. They get it for 50% off."

"What, because they're only half naked?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, struggling not to smile as he blushes.

"No! Well… maybe? Oh, shut up, you absolute ass," he adds as you can't hold your laughter back any longer.

"Sorry, Eds, it's just -" You pause, attempting to stop, but the laughter refuses to be held back by human means. "It's just so predictable."

He smirks a little at that before joining you in laughing. "Yeah, well, what can I say? They get the weed they want, I get to stare at their boobs. Everybody wins."

"So you're saying if I had just, I dunno, flashed you a year ago or something, then I'd get the tit discount? The titscount?"

"Fucking asshole." Eddie's chuckling as he shakes his head at your unflagging mirth. "Okay, you know what? I'm gonna take back the best friend privileges. I'm gonna reverse it, even. Everytime you show me your tits, you pay full price."

"Now who's the asshole?"

"Uhh, you? For mooching off my stash?" He gives you a playful nudge. "Only kidding, sweetheart."

"I woulda just showed them to you even without a discount, anyway."

"Aww, you flatter me, Y/N."

You both settle into an easy silence for a little while. For all the unsavoury dealings that go on at the bench, it's a really peaceful place. Tucked away from anything and anyone. It would be easy to forget you're still technically on school property.

"What did you mean when you said you didn't think it would be hot, anyway?" You can't help but ask.

He rolls his eyes at you, as though you're missing something obvious. When you just stare back at him, Eddie sighs. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it was still hot with them, kinda, but it was all, like… a business transaction. "Show me this, I'll give you that" type deal. They never never would've kissed me, for one thing. I never had anyone actually want to do that kind of thing. Not sober, anyway."

A dim memory flickers in your mind for a moment. There was a college party he'd been invited to, because he tended to get entrance to those fairly frequently. Strictly as a dealer, though; they weren't pretending to be friends with him.

You'd been there as his plus one. Another best friend privilege. You'd been nursing a bottle of something stronger than your usual poison for the whole evening, slightly nervous of passing out in a house full of strangers. Eddie, of course, had been in business mode, not partaking in the various drinks and drugs on offer… but he had found the time to make out with a girl in the stairway while you were searching for the bathroom.

You didn't begrudge him that; you'd only been slightly annoyed after more fruitless wandering to find out that the door he'd been blocking was the bathroom after all. By the time you'd come back out, the girl had already left and Eddie drove you home not long after, business concluded for the night.

"Well, I'm not like that, Eds. I don't need all that to just be with you. Even with my clothes on."

"Yeah." His face crinkles into a warm smile. "I know. Plus your parents would kill me if I got you properly drunk."

"What they don't know can't hurt them." You are a picture of perfect innocence before his eyes, the illusion only slightly ruined by the corners of your mouth twitching.

"Well, ain't that a good life motto." He fiddles with the strap of his bag, humming the opening notes of a song you vaguely recognise. It came out fairly recently, but it’s not something you’ve properly listened to yourself. Knowing Eddie, you’ll probably be given more than a few chances as the week goes on. “Don’t really fancy my odds against your dad and a pitchfork.”

“You mean a flaming pitchfork, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

You shuffle, hands writhing in your lap as you move closer. Your leg bumps against his, bouncing slightly as you try to think of something - anything - other than the unbearable absence of his tongue in your mouth.

“Something on your mind?” Eddie chuckles at you.

You want to indulge his teasing… but you can’t. You’ve been too wound up, too frustrated over the past few days, and now the proximity of your bodies with nothing else happening is horrific. The worst kind of torture. A crime they only whisper in the Hague.

“Shut up and kiss me, Eds.”

Not allowing him the chance to quip back, you seize his head in your hands and pull his lips to yours, drinking in his moan as your fingers tangle at the back of his neck. Eddie’s mouth is as soft and warm as you remembered, tasting faintly of nicotine; he must have smoked before coming to you.

His hands snake over your torso, coming to rest at your hips as he pulls you into his lap. When you start to rock your hips against his growing arousal, he almost howls, nails digging into you so hard you wonder if he’s trying to pierce your skin.

“Need you,” you chant against his neck, tongue fluttering against his earlobe. “Need you, need you, need you.”

Whatever restraint he might have been aiming for snaps when you run your hands up underneath his shirt, tracing shapes and words around his nipples. “Please.”

His hands are trembling against your thighs now. “Baby…”

“Tell me,” you coo for him, giving him light little kisses and teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue, pulling away just before he can try to deepen it. “Tell me what you need.”

Eddie’s hardly speaking anymore, his words strung out into one long, breathy groan. “Need to be inside you, baby -”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, p-please.” He sighs, unbuckling his belt and letting it hang loose over his hips, desperately trying to relieve the growing pressure. “‘M not gonna last much longer if you keep - if you -”

“Okay, honey, okay.” You press a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, Eds.”

You get up off his lap briefly, one leg on the top of the table and one knee resting on the seat underneath. Eddie hisses as you unzip his jeans, taking a few seconds to gently stroke the bulge twitching angrily before you.

“Should we go to your van or… here?”

“Here,” he says so quickly you almost don’t catch it. The words stumble out of him. “Please, baby, nobody’s here, no one’ll see, need it so badly -”

You almost can’t believe that your little fantasy is coming true, but you don’t care. You need it just as badly as he does, if the growing ache between your thighs is anything to go by.

He pulls his own jeans down to his ankles as you do the same, taking a moment to rifle through his bag urgently before finding his wallet. Eddie pulls out a condom seconds later, but nearly drops it when he sees your lacy underwear as you stand upright again.

“God, Y/N,” he whispers. “All that for me? C’mere, baby.”

You straddle his thighs once more as he pulls you in for another kiss. His fingers pull at the hem of your underwear, pulling it to the side, and you both moan as he ghosts over your folds.

“Fuck, so wet for me already?”

You can’t speak, only nod, and press your lips to his more urgently. He takes the hint, deepening the kiss as his tongue swipes across yours, hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth as his hand moves lower between your thighs.

He grazes your entrance with his fingertip, giving you a wary glance before slipping inside, moving slowly and carefully for fear of hurting you. It’s the opposite, actually, because each little inch moving deeper is setting your blood aflame.

“More,” you whimper into his mouth, and he nods, pulling almost entirely out before sliding back inside again. Eddie adds a second finger as he begins to fuck you in earnest, crowing as your thighs start to tremble. The squelch of his movements echoes around the both of you, almost deafening against the silence among the trees, but you don’t care. You really don’t care, because he’s pushing against something that starts to send a white-hot pressure across your stomach, unfurling through you like a flag in the breeze.

“I’m gonna cum -” You squeeze your eyes tight, arms trying to smother him with a vice-like grip, sharing the intensity with him.

“Fuck. Cum for me, baby.” He pulls back slightly, forehead still pressed against you but wanting to watch as you fall apart. He doesn’t want to forget this moment, not as long as he lives.

Your orgasm hits you like a bullet, ripping through you with such intensity that he has to hold you down to stop you falling off the bench while you writhe on top of him, releasing his name to the heavens.

Tears fall down your cheeks as you wail, screaming out something incomprehensible as he gently removes his fingers. You’re still clinging onto him for dear life. Eddie sucks the juices from them as you clench down on the emptiness, groaning as he swirls his tongue and licks them clean.

“You taste incredible, Y/N,” he murmurs, looking at you in almost reverence. “Holy fuck. That was… That was hot. Jesus Christ.”

“Do you want to do it… for real, now?” You gesture to the condom wrapper that he’s been clenching in a tight fist; luckily, it seems to have escaped unscathed, not even slightly torn through his movements.

“Yeah,” he grins. His face is red and glistening with sweat, and you’re probably not looking much better. “Do you?”

“Fucking hell, yes.”

Eddie chuckles a little at that, raising himself briefly as he pulls his boxers down to rest mid-thigh. His erection springs out against his stomach, and you can’t help but stare. It’s… larger than you expected, certainly - but you’re not exactly an expert on penises.

He sees your hesitance and strokes your cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says softly, smiling down at you. “It’ll fit, I promise. And if not, we can always try again another time, yeah?”

You nod. He's being gentle, so sweet you could almost choke on it, and if you weren't feeling so frantically desperate it would probably have moved you to tears. But you're impatient and he damn well knows it, so you just say: “Yeah. Now put it inside me or so help me God.”

"Yes, Y/N," he fake-sighs, as though it's some laborious chore, but his lips twitch upwards all the same.

Eddie pulls the condom out of the wrapper and is about to slide it on when he pauses, looking up at you sheepishly. "Do you want to, or should I…?"

You want to try. Gingerly, you take it from his grasp; it's thin and rubbery, almost like one of those disposable gloves they wear in kitchens, and the absurd feeling makes a bubble of anxious laughter burst out of you.

"What's up, buttercup?" He quirks a brow at you.

"It just feels weird." You can't help but giggle. "It's like a glove, Eds!"

"Sure is, sweetheart." He sounds deeply amused now. The whole thing is starting to feel more and more like a farce, and it eases the nerves for both of you.

You check it's the right way up before wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly sliding it on, marvelling at how he throbs under your touch and how warm he feels. Eddie's eyes are rolling into the back of his head as you move lower and lower until your fingers are resting against his abdomen. You give his cock an experimental squeeze, then a rub, and he clings onto you with a vengeance, all but burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Gotta be quick, sweetheart. Anyone might find us -”

“Oh?”

It’s unlikely at this point. There’s no clubs tonight, nothing going on, no reason for anyone to still be skulking about the school grounds… but there’s still a slim chance for someone to sneak up on you, and it adds to the delicious urgency flowing through you.

“Come on, come on, you’ve got to -”

You position him with one hand, holding his waist with the other as you steady yourself. Your legs have started to shake a second time, but now from mounting nerves.

“Hey,” Eddie says quietly, removing your hand from his cock and sliding his fingers between yours. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” It comes out more biting than you intend. You exhale slowly. “I do. I’m just…”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” He grins, and you can’t help but smile back. “I mean, I am too. Deathly scared. Lucky I came wearing brown pants today, huh?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, playfully shoving his chest. “Just, uh…. Just let me hold it still, so I can, uh -”

“Yes, ma’am!” He gives you a mock salute, forcing you to drop your gaze to avoid corpsing then and there.

There’s a sharp stab as he slowly pushes into you, making you wince. “I know, baby, I know,” Eddie murmurs softly, peppering your forehead with kisses as you try to ease down over him. “There you go, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart, just a few more inches. There you go… there you go, fuck.”

You take a moment to adjust as he bottoms out in you. It’s still stinging slightly, but each passing second makes the pain ease.

“I’m gonna try moving.” You don’t let go of his hand, squeezing a white-knuckle grasp as you slowly move up an inch, then down again.

Eddie gasps. “Yes, Y/N, do that again. God.”

Encouraged now, you try a series of quick bounces, still feeling slightly out of your depth but no longer uncomfortable at least. His vocal responses let you know you’re heading in the right direction, so you move your hands behind you to grip the side of the table and switch off the last part of your brain still analysing your movements.

You rock your hips into him with abandon, groaning loudly. He kisses you, drinking your lips like a man starved, hands tangling in your hair. Your legs are clutching him as tightly as you possibly can, chasing the angle that makes a second orgasm creep up on you, willing it to come, any second -

Eddie lets out a guttural moan as you feel a warm, pulsating sensation deep inside you, murmuring your name as he slumps against you. At first, you don’t realise what’s happened. Then he pulls back from you, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact, and you understand immediately.

“Eddie -”

“I’m sorry,” he splutters out. “I - I know it wasn’t very long, it wasn’t good, I -”

“Eddie, it’s fine. Honestly.” You chuckle, trying to ease the awkwardness before it can loom over you both any further. “It was your first time. My - our first time. It’s not supposed to be good.” You gently ease yourself off his thighs and slide your legs over the side, gasping slightly as his cock slides out of you. “That’s why people have a second time. And a third time. And, you know, keep… practising?” You busy yourself with sliding your underwear back in place, then picking up your jeans from where they’ve fallen onto the ground. No mud, luckily.

You’re shimmying them back over your hips as you turn to look at him, and realise he’s been staring at you the whole time. “Was it any good for you?”

“Yes.” Eddie nods his head vigorously, then clears his throat, laughing nervously. “Yes, it was. It really was, Y/N. Felt better than anything I could’ve dreamed up.”

“I liked it too. You made me cum, you know.”

There’s the cocky smile again. He looks naked without it. It’s like his jacket, or his Hellfire t-shirt; it’s practically a part of him. It belongs there. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laugh, shaking your head. He’s like any other man now, revelling in the fact that he gave you the pleasure you’re still slightly reeling from. You wonder how long it will take for him to crow about it, the next time you’re on your own together. “And don’t forget I made you cum, so thanks would be nice.”

He chuckles at that, rolling his eyes as he fights with his own jeans. “Won’t forget in a hurry, sweetheart. You can count on that.”

“Definitely need more practising though. You know, so all the girls at Hawkins have something to actually look forward to.” You stick your tongue out as he staggers back from an imaginary shot.

“Ouch, Y/N! Is this what losing your virginity does, huh? Turns you into a mean vixen?”

“Maybe,” you laugh. “Maybe I was one already.”

“Those boys aren’t gonna know what hit them. You’re gonna break so many hearts with that little hip thing you did.” He thrusts his hips up into the air, mimicking a porn-like expression.

You snort. “As if.”

“Well, you’re still saddled with me for now.” Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you, slinging a bag strap clumsily over one arm. “We both need to practice if we’re gonna be on our A-game by prom season.”

“You’re not going to prom.” It’s not even a question, it’s a statement. Still, you can’t help raising one eyebrow in disbelief.

“No, I’m not,” Eddie agrees, shivering in mock horror. “Really couldn’t give less of a fuck about that whole charade. Crappy music, no alcohol, a whole gym full of shitheads in dumb suits? And not even one Metallica song?” He shrugs. “Still a prime chance to get laid, though.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You haven’t really thought that far ahead yourself, already resigned to the fact that even if you did turn up, you’d be going without a date. And what kind of loser would do that? “Well, we have a good few months until then. Plenty of time, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He offers his hand to you with a grin. “Fuck buddies?”

You shake it, grinning back. “Fuck buddies. You’re still gonna drive me home, right?”

He rolls his eyes. “Such a harsh taskmaster, Y/N. I pity any guy who tries to date you.” Eddie only laughs loudly when you whack him.

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