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Like Magic

Eddie Munson x Reader, 18+ mdni

Summary: Incredibly troupey enemies to lovers smut. The gang takes a trip together and a game of never-have-I-ever creates a new tension between you and Eddie. The classic "no one has ever made me come'' situation. A bit overused, but it still gets me every time. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: afab reader, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, drinking (all characters are 21+), kind of Asshole!Eddie but not really, fingering, kissing, oral (m and f receiving), Eddie has a dick piercing because I said so, piv sex, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl this is just fanfiction, Eddie has big dick energy in this one, I said what I said, rough-ish sex but Eddie's def more of a soft dom here, a few pet names (princess, mostly), spelling/grammar mistakes, corny ending

Word count: 14k (oof… got a little carried away with this one besties)

Steve said it would be a getaway. A trip dedicated equal parts to celebrating Nancy's first big article getting published and to cheer Steve up after having been dumped by his most recent situationship. The former was the initial reason to take the trip but after finding out about Jessica or Jamie or whatever her name was you had a feeling the latter was the true motivator. Either way, Steve had found a cheap cabin up by a lake and had pitched the trip as a fun way to "get in touch with wilderness." You had a feeling it was going to be more drinking and board games than hiking and fishing, but that was fine by you.

It was nice to put in for the time off from work and have something to look forward to. A week away with your friends. And Eddie. It's not that you didn't consider him a friend... well, you didn't. But it wasn't for lack of trying on your end. You'd use the term friendly acquaintance. A person with whom you share several close friends but for some reason refuses to be friendly to you- that kind of friendly acquaintance. Okay, maybe the word friendly was a bit of a stretch.

There was an odd tension between the two of you that you couldn't quite figure out. When Robin had introduced you to her friends from high school, all staying very close over the years, you immediately hit it off with them, easily integrating yourself into their quirky dynamic. Even though Eddie sort of stuck out like a sore thumb among them, you never treated him any differently than you did Steve or Nancy. You liked that their group was so mismashed. You had made it a point to not to turn your nose up at him for any reason, expecting he typically got that reaction from those who didn't know him. At first you actually found him to be quite charming.

There was just a certain coldness he had towards you that you found off putting. Knowing what little you did about him, entirely through Robin's introductory ramblings, you could understand why he might be wary of new people. It was that you had put in an effort to get to know him and be friendly that had upset you when he didn't return the sentiment. Not only did he treat you with a certain dry curtness, but he seemed so warm and loving to everyone else. He'd ruffle Robin's hair, bear hug Steve, share a cigarette with Nancy when she was especially stressed and tell some long winded story that had her cracking up and forgetting why she was ever tense in the first place. You didn't expect immediate closeness, but a little bit of that warmth from him would have been nice.

The awkward tension between the two of you manifested as joking jabs that hit a little too close, sarcastic remarks and rolled eyes. If he was going to go out of his way to push your buttons, you had no problem doing the same. It never ruined the energy when you'd all hang out as a group, but it was an underlying feeling you could't ever seem to ignore, as much as you'd tried. So this trip was going to be a celebration for Nancy, a distraction for Steve, and a challenge for you.

The cabin really was a great find to credit Steve. You had all pitched in a little money to cover the expenses and were pleasantly surprised when you found out there were actually enough beds for all of you, a half decent kitchen, hot water, nothing special but certainly nothing to complain about either. You had access to a small dock and a beat up canoe, a little fire pit out back, the basic necessities for a half decent vacation. That, supplemented with the box of booze Steve had lugged up from the car and all of your excitement to let loose was sure to make for a good trip, if not at least a memorable one.

You had all scoped out the digs, poking around the shed outside and unloading all your stuff from the cars. You felt somewhat settled in and ready to slip into vacation mode right as the sun began to set. Steve and Nancy had taken care of bringing groceries for the week, unpacking a week's worth of dry pasta and snacks into the dusty pantry. Steve took it upon himself to cook a small meal for everyone in the kitchen, nothing fancy but still appreciated given the minimal kitchen setup, always the mom of the group. Eddie messily makes himself a rum and coke, offering Robin one as well and blatantly ignoring your presence. Not that you wanted a stupid rum and coke from him anyways. He hands her the drink and you avoid eye contact and push past him to fix a drink for yourself, quickly shuffling off to check if Steve needed any help in the kitchen.

"Too many cooks in the kitchen, y/n," Steve places his hands on your shoulders and backs you out of the small space, "go relax, I think I can handle boiling pasta by myself."

You were mostly trying to avoid the living room where Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were all settled, but Steve was right, the kitchen was far too small for you to be taking up space while he tries to cook for five. With a sigh you make the short journey over to the couch, wedging yourself next to Robin and quietly sipping on your drink, making a mental note to make the next one stronger. You easily fall into conversation, listening to Robin tell some story about when she and Steve used to work at an ice cream shop years ago, some exaggerated memory she kept referring to as "mint-chocolate-chip-gate," easily pulling laughs from all of you.

Hours later, empty plates scattered around the small makeshift dining area, a few more drinks in your system, you had hardly thought about Eddie at all. You'd managed to avoid his snippy remarks for the majority of the evening, both relishing in the good feeling of the start of a week off. It was always when you felt the tension slip away that it came back harsher than ever. The five of you crowded around the small table, playing cards shuffled into a messy deck. Robin had started a never-have-I-ever game, although childish, still fun and silly as none of you took things too seriously.

"Never have I ever," she searches her brain for something riveting, "faked an orgasm."

You and Nancy give her a fake-annoyed glance and take sips from your cups, not a huge surprise on anyone's part.

"Not fair Rob," you say, looking up from your cup, "just because you only have sex with women doesn't mean you have to target those of us unfortunate enough to be attracted to men." You and Nancy laugh.

"Sounds like the unfortunate ones are the guys you're sleeping with," Eddie mumbles. You shoot daggers from your eyes at him, "I'm just saying, how can you expect it to be any good if you're not being honest."

"Fuck off," you roll your eyes, "I'm sure you've been on the receiving end of more than one faked orgasm, Munson, it's kind of a universal truth for all women."

"Well I don't know if I'd say that-" Nancy interjects, "universal truth is kind of a big claim."

"Never have I ever," Steve interrupts, clearly trying to change the conversation, "accidentally poured salt instead of sugar into my coffee while on a first date and was too embarrassed to say anything so I just drank the salty coffee and suffered in silence."

"Oh my god," you burst out, everyone giggling, "that was such a pointed attack! I'm never telling you anything ever again!" You take a sip from your drink, being the only person in the group who has experienced that oddly specific situation.

"If you all are going to target me with the knowledge of friendship then I'm coming for all of your asses," you set down your drink and try to think of something that will surely get them to all drink, "Aha! I know, never have I ever had an orgasm during sex with a partner." Your mind was sort of still in the gutter from Robin's statement, and you knew for sure you'd get them all with this one, you knew that you were in a slim minority with that fact. It wasn't that you choose bad partners, well, that was sometimes part of it, but you just couldn't get to that place when someone else was doing it to you, only ever by yourself. You just figured it was a slight abnormality, and had resigned to a life of solo play and half decent but never truly fulfilling sexual encounters.

Steve groans, annoyed you brought the conversation back to the sexual topics he had previously steered the group away from, taking a drink alongside everyone else.

"Ha!" you gloat while everyone takes their long sips, "knew I'd get you all there. Keep trying to come for me with my oddly specific embarrassing stories and you'll all be sorry in the morning."

"I don't really think having a shit sex life is anything to brag about, y/n," Eddie snips at you.

"I'm not bragging, it's the whole point of the game to get people to drink, stupid," you shoot back, starting to regret revealing that level of personal information to him.

"Well maybe if you weren't so busy faking your orgasms you'd actually chill out for long enough to actually have one," he hurls back, the thick tension settling between the two of you.

"Jesus, Eddie, mind your own fucking business," you feel blood rushing to your face and your jaw tenses up.

"You were the one who brought it up, sweetheart," you hated how calm his voice still was, raising his hands up in fake defense, "never have I ever NOT made my partner come."

"Oh fuck off," your voice was seething, "you can't say that. There's, like, no definitive way to prove that's even true!"

"No, I'm pretty sure I know it's true," he was so fucking smug and it annoyed you to no end.

"OKAY," Steve breaks the awkward silence that had settled around the rest of the group, "I want to play cards, what do we think? Cards? Anyone?"

'Yeah, whatever,'' you felt bad if you had accidentally ruined the fun everyone was having, but it wasn't your fault Eddie decided to be such a dick about it. You help Steve shuffle the cards and start dealing, letting the heated energy dissipate around you as you wiggled your way back into normal conversation with everyone.

Several rounds of cards and a few drinks later the night took hold of the group and sent Nancy off to bed, Robin off to search for some advil that she knew she'd be grateful for in the morning, and Steve mostly asleep slumped in his chair at the table. You gently shook him awake and he grumbled a thank you and a goodnight as he dragged his body down the hall to his bed. This left you and Eddie with a half decent mess between the drinks, the aftermath of dinner, and the cards. He had started to gather the cards back into their deck while you debated on taking care of the dishes or putting it off until morning, ultimately deciding that tomorrow-you would be very thankful if tonight-you sucked it up and just cleaned up now.

"I got the rest," you start picking up everyones mostly empty cups and moving into the kitchen to tackle the mountain of dishes. Jeez Steve, how many pots does it take to boil pasta for five people? "Night, see you tomorrow," you say without turning back to look at Eddie.

He came up next to you and grabbed the dry towel off the counter, taking the soapy cup from your hand and wiping it away before stacking it on a clear part of the countertop.

"You wash, I'll dry, yeah?" he's already moved onto the next plate you had sponged down.

"It's really fine Eddie, I've got it," you appreciate the sentiment, but didn't like feeling so cramped standing with him in the small kitchen.

"I have manners, you know," he makes a harsh gesture to the dishes, urging you to get on with washing, which you do, "plus I'm not gonna let you take all the credit for cleaning up after everyone, you aren't anyone's mother or maid here."

You weren't really sure how to take that, but decided to ignore it as you continued to scrub away, silently handing him the dripping dishes as you finished cleaning them.

"I know you don't really care for me," you start, feeling the need to fill the awkward silence between you, "but can we please not make Steve and them regret inviting us both? Like, I know you're capable of being civil. I just really don't want to spend this whole trip walking on eggshells worrying that we're ruining the fun. So, this is me apologizing for anything I do this upcoming week that pisses you off for whatever reason, just know I didn't do it on purpose, and it's not worth freaking out over. I'm just trying to have a good time here, that's all."

You really couldn't tell if you felt relieved or more anxious after saying all that to him. You meant it. You really didn't want to drag any unnecessarily tense baggage around with you while everyone was just trying to enjoy their trip. You wanted him to know this, at least to feel like the blame was off your back if he was a dick to you, at least you tried to clear the air on night one.

"What? Still got your panties in a bunch over that game?" you didn't have to look over at him to hear the smirk in his voice, "Because I remember you were the one getting all in a huff about it."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," you turn over sharply to look at him, "please just stop being such an asshole to me."

"Learn to take a joke, sweetheart," he had been drying the same mug for a little too long now, "that stick up your ass is probably the reason you can't reach the big O."

"Please, for the love of god, fuck off," you tried to not raise your voice too much given everyone's sleeping state, "What do you want me to say? Hmmm? 'Oh Eddie, I'm so jealous of all those girls you make come with your magical guitar fingers, oooooooooh, please pick me'." You roll your eyes and prepare to storm off to bed when his whole posture shifts in front of you.

"Magical guitar fingers? Hmmm?" he's really making you regret saying that, even sarcastically, you start putting the rags away, wanting to just finish up the dishes and get the fuck out of the kitchen. "You said it babe, not me."

"You're so insufferable," you bring your fingers to your temple, Eddie Muson manifesting as a special form of personal headache.

"This is exactly what I'm saying," he mockingly gestures to you, "you're the one always getting so worked up over nothing, I'm as cool as a cucumber, I think the problem might be you."

"Is everything a fucking joke to you? Can you really not be serious for three fucking seconds while I try to be straight with you about us getting along on this trip?" Your grip on the dish towel tightening.

"Me? Joking? About something so serious and romantic as having precious y/n her first orgasm with my 'magical guitar fingers' that she so obviously fantasizes about? I would never." He clasps his hands across his chest, always the fucking jester.

In a moment of white hot rage, and wanting to put him in his place, and only a tiny fraction fueled by your physical attraction to him, as much as you've tried to fight that off, you march the three steps in between the two of you and grab his wrist in your hand, holding his hand up in between the two of you.

'Fine, do it then," you maintain harsh eye contact with him, your faces only a few inches apart, "you won't. Better yet, I don't even think you could."

For the first time, you felt as if you had the upper hand, you had never rendered him speechless before. He always had some snippy comeback to everything you said, at a rapid fire pace that was honestly impressive given how subtly clever his remarks were.

"You wanna bet?" He cocks his head at you, trailing behind just a beat slower than he normally would.

You just raise your eyebrows and glance down at his hand, still in your grasp, lips pursed and voice secretly caught in your throat.

"You just say the word," he starts, voice slightly softening, "and I bet you that I can make you come using just this hand- scratch that, just these three fingers," he lowers his pointer and pinky, leaving his middle two and thumb sticking up, "in less than five minutes right here in this goddamn kitchen."

"Yeah, for what?" were you seriously considering this? Why were your thighs clenching together?

"I make you come, and not only do I get to live in your memory forever as the first idiot who had the sense to make you finish, but you're gonna be so sweet to me the rest of the trip. Make my drinks, fetch my lighter, roll all my joints with those cute little dexterous fingers of yours, be nothing but pleasant and lovely without the slightest hint of attitude." His words made you fume, but you were also inexplicably turned on, his breath fanning across your face as he spoke sending tingles down your spine.

"And when you can't, what then?" you tried to match his level of composure, but the gleam in his eye told you that he saw straight through your facade.

"If-" he starts, "you manage to hold out on me and I can't get that pretty pussy of yours to gush all over my super magical talented guitar fingers, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the trip. We never bring it up again, or you can tease me about it for the rest of our lives, totally up to you. But I'll be so civil and polite you'll hardly recognize me the rest of this trip."

You let your grasp fall from his wrist, holding your unsteady hand out to him to shake, "Deal."

He truly thought you were bluffing up until this point. When you had first met he had been impressed with how sharp you were, how you managed to meet his level of sarcasm so easily. At least he thought you had been sarcastic, after a few fumbled interactions he got the vibe that you weren't joking around with him in the jabby-playful way he was. If he was honest wit himself, he knew he sort of used this as a defense mechanism when meeting new people. Put up the walls and if they didn't like him, that was just fine.

The tension in the air was as thick as it had ever been between the two of you. You refused to break eye contact, refused to let him win. As much as you'd like to think this would be an easy way to put an end to his snarky attitude, there was no denying that a large part of you was excited, if not intrigued at the prospect of him touching you like that. Eddie was hot, you had never denied that. But the butterflies in your stomach and slight buckle of your knees indicated a little bit more than surface level attraction.

Breaking the handshake he takes a few purposeful steps forward, backing you against the nearest counter. He places a hand on either side of your body, caging you in, leaning his head down to speak directly into your ear, voice low and raspy.

"We doing this, babe? You say the word and I'll let it go now, but otherwise I'm gonna need you to unbutton those cute jeans for me."

There was no way in hell you were turning back at this point. You try to give him your best 'fuck you' expression and say, "Can't even unbutton my pants, how the hell are you gonna make me come?" Regardless, you follow his request and unbutton your pants, and better yet, slip them down your legs to let them pool at your feet.

You were still locked in between his arms against the counter, closer than you had ever been to him. As your pants hit the floor, you notice his gaze flicker down to get a look at you, then quickly back up to your face. All the while he had shifted over slightly, arm now fiddling with a dial on the stovetop. He was setting a timer, cocky bastard. He adjusts the stovetop cook timer to five minutes and casually hits the enter button, as if he had nothing to prove, as if the few extra seconds meant nothing to him.

He brings his attention back to you, knowing you were fully aware of the timer he had just set. Rather than plunging his hand straight into your already dampening underwear, his first move was surprisingly to bend down slightly and cup the backside of your knee, lifting one foot out of the pant leg that was scrunched around your ankles. From the crook of your knee, his hand slowly moved up your thigh, giving it a squeeze, acting as if he wasn't on any sort of time constraint. As promised, once he reaches your underwear he only uses one of the three promised fingers, running the tip of his middle digit along the top elastic of your panties, quirking an eyebrow, looking at you for one last assurance of consent before the two of you crossed the line. You give him a curt nod, knowing what his questioning glance meant, and with that he dips his hand into your simple cotton underwear.

Once again, you almost expected him to just shove his fingers inside of you and get on with it, but he took several long moments to run his middle two fingers up and down your slit, never entering your hole, but collecting some of your wetness and dragging it up to massage the hood of your clit gently. You wouldn't have been surprised if the oven timer went off at any given moment. It felt like he had been touching you for far longer than five minutes, despite only forty seconds having been passed. He continued to gently roll your clit between his fingers, placing one on either side of your bud and just letting them slowly massage it back and forth.

You were slowly losing control of your composure. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of any sort of reaction, but a shallow gasp that you were sure he noticed escaped you. You mentally prepared yourself for a comment from him, a chuckle or signature smirk. Eddie never shut the fuck up, you wouldn't have been surprised if that was true in the bedroom too, or in this case, the kitchen. What did surprise you was the breathy "Good girl, that's it" he mumbled into the side of your face as he increased the pressure of his fingers ever so slightly, "just like that, relax for me, doing so well."

Fuck.

Your body responded to his words before your mind could make the conscious decision to, and you melted back into the countertop slightly with an exhale. His foot wedged in between your legs slowly slid them open a bit more, letting his ripped denim clad leg settle in between yours, his hand sinking a bit lower and slowly entering you with just his middle finger. The hand that wasn't occupied with your pussy gently came down to toy with the band of your still-on underwear, gently tugging them down as he managed to slip his second finger into you.

"That's it," he began to curl them ever so slightly, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him, "your pussy's so pretty, so good, sucking my fingers right in."

His two middle fingers were sunk all the way into you, and he was moving them in a way that had you involuntarily drop your jaw and let shallow whimpers out with every roll and thrust. This was entirely different than anything you had ever experienced before. Up until now, 'getting fingered' for you was an annoyingly uncomfortably forplay where your partner would shove a hand in and out too fast just to make sure you were wet enough to proceed with the act. Eddie wasn't even bringing his fingers out of you, he settled them in and wiggled them around until he noticed your breath catch, and just let them push into this spot that you didn't know you had. Your own fingers never could reach that deep and his were filling you perfectly, thumb toying with your clit, not too hard, but just enough to add to the sensation. Damn, he was good at this.

When his fingers finally hit that new spot inside you your body reacted with a subtle roll forward of your hips and your head fell back to rest against the cabinets, eyes fluttering shut on their own accord. "Mmm, there it is," his voice was still gentle against your ear as he continued to make you gasp and squirm, "anyone ever find this pretty little spot inside you before?" He let his fingers slide all the way out of you, spreading some wetness from your hole up to your clit with a few circular motions before sinking back down inside you.

You were biting the inside of your lip, no longer trying to hide your reactions from him, but trying to keep them quiet enough to not wake anyone in the cabin up. You wouldn't dare answer his questions out loud in your state, but you give him a quick shake of your head to indicate that, no, no one had ever touched you quite like this before.

"Such a fucking shame," he increased the pressure on your clit, not increasing speed at all, but just curling his fingers a little harder, swirling his thumb a bit more deliberately, "bet you'd make such gorgeous noises for me too, can't have anyone wake up and find us like this though, yeah? Those pretty little whimpers are for me only."

Why were his words doing more to you than his hands? Not that you had any complaints about the care and attention he was giving your center, but his face pressed so close to you, letting out sweeter words than you had ever heard from him, that was what was making your walls tighten around his two fingers. Your mind had completely slipped away from the timer, no longer questioning whether you had three seconds or three minutes left, all you could do was feel.

There was a soft squelching coming from where his hand made contact with your pussy, wetness coating his fingers and spreading to your thighs with each of his shallow thrusts. While you would typically feel a little embarassed, hearing your own arousal only turned you on more, that along with Eddie's soft "mmmm, that's it" and "good fucking girl."

You were starting to feel it, that familiar tightening. Familiar, but so different from when you got yourself there. It was the difference of jumping into water versus being pushed in. When you jump in yourself, you have time to build up the courage and the cold water is less of a surprise and more of an inevitability. This was as if someone had thrown you over their shoulder and could fling you in at any moment, entirely out of your control. You feel your head start to spin, your walls start to tighten.

Before you could let the tightening band in your lower half snap, any thought of purposely holding back and trying to not come for the sake of the bet was far gone, he takes his unoccupied hand and harshly tugs on your chin. Your head had started to roll back, pressing against the cabinets for support, eyes fluttering shut as you almost reached your peak. You were jolted back to reality as he cups your jaw and forces your head to stay upright.

"Eyes open," your impending orgasm teetering right on the edge, you would do anything he said in this moment, "you're going to keep your eyes open and look at me while I make you come." His words with a few more expert swipes of his thumb against your throbbing clit had you gasping for air. It was truly unlike any orgasm you had ever experienced.

You tried your best to follow his directions, keeping your eyes as open as you could, maintaining eye contact with him through your high as your mouth dropped open and your moans caught in your throat, silently shaking and thriving as the tension in your body eased out in waves of pleasure. His gaze burned into you, fingers keeping such a steady and consistent pace as you rode out your peak. Mumbled phrases escaped him and only made your orgasm last that much longer. Why the fuck was Eddie Munson calling you "pretty girl" making your legs shake? This shouldn't be happening. That had never been a turn on before, none the less coming from a man you typically found insufferable.

With the last pulse of your walls you found yourself acting on pure adrenaline, you completely blame the endorphins for your next action. His hand was still firmly planted on the side of your head and your thoughts were spinning so fast, you had to ground yourself, and your body decided that lurching forward and kissing Eddie was how you were going to do that. Fingers still slowly rolling inside of you, thumb now coming to rest on your overstimulated clit, he was taken aback by your action, but leaned into the kiss and swiped his wet tongue through your bitten swollen lips as you melted into him. As soon as you felt fully entangled in him, completely consumed by his hands, mouth, scraggly hair, all of him. You jerked back, quickly apologizing, "Fuck, uh, sorry, I-"

He slowly drags his hand out of your drenched thighs as you try to find words, bringing his two fingers up between his lips to suck them clean. You wanted to moan out at the sight but were still scrambling to figure out what the fuck just happened. He casually leans over and pauses the oven timer with a beep.

"Hey, 4:20, nice!" you roll your eyes at his immature comment, "we have forty more seconds on the clock, wanna go again?" he jokes.

You were so far beyond caring about this bet, you had way bigger issues to tackle than having to wait hand and foot on Eddie for the rest of this trip. You awkwardly pull up your wet panties and readjust your pants around your legs, not sure what to do or say.

"Was that good? Better than when you do it yourself?" he asks, sarcasm indetectable in his voice but you were sure it had to be there.

"Do you actually care to know or do you just want to hear me say it? Fine Eddie, you win. You have magical sex fingers and made me come in like three minutes, congratulations. It was great, the best orgasm of my life. You were right, you told me so."

"Well that's great to hear and all but I wasn't looking for an ego boost or anything, babe," his tone was lighthearted and you weren't expecting it, "I just know it's like wayyyy different for me when its my hand versus another person, not to mention the difference between all the holes and whatnot."

"Gross!" you laugh and scrunch up your nose, not noticing how he was pouring you a glass of water.

"I'm just saying!" He holds his hands up defensively as he silently hands the cup to you, "I've never experienced a female orgasm so I just wanted to know if it was any different than when you use the showerhead."

"Oh my god I-" you start, in between gulps of water.

"Oh, don't even start," he cuts you off, "we both know that all girls do that, don't try and be all shy with me now babe, I know what your 'oh' face looks like."

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks and you bury your gaze down into your almost empty glass of water. "Yeah Eddie, it was different and it was better. Your fingers rank higher than the jet setting of my shower head, do you want a trophy?" This sort of banter usually had a sharper edge to it between you, but there was a new softness and humor to the way you communicated. Maybe he was just being nice because he felt bad for you, because you were so desperate that you came from three fingers on a kitchen counter in less time than most top forty radio hits.

"I'm glad it was good for you," he says, almost sincerely, "night sweetheart." With that he turned around and exited the kitchen, keeping his composure all the way down the hall until he could burst into his room, rid himself of his clothes, and pull his cock at the thought of how you felt wrapped around his fingers, the little whimpers and noises you made, how you looked right at him as you came, how you kissed him afterwards.

You were left somewhat dumbfounded, standing in the middle of the kitchen with an empty cup in your hands, looking around as if something else was going to happen. You weren’t expecting him to invite you back to his bed for a cuddle or anything like that, but you had just experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life followed up by some joking conversation and a friendly cup of water? It just didn't feel right. Then again, who the fuck has their first orgasm from someone else while being timed.

You didn't regret it though. You actually felt a sense of relief. While you were pretty aware that your past sexual partners had been a bit selfish or underwhelming, a part of you had always wondered if that part of you was broken. If there was a part of your brain that would never let you reach that vulnerable state at the hands of someone else. That you would only ever trust yourself to let go and feel that kind of pleasure. Nope. Not broken. Definitely not broken.

You feel like you're in a trance as you walk back to your room, shower, slip into pajamas and drift off to sleep. You started to wonder how the energy would be between you and Eddie in the morning, but as soon as you gave it any thought your brain decided it was time to shut down. You'd deal with it when it happened.

Your head still felt cloudy the next morning, processing the sexual high and confusing social situation you now found yourself in. You knew one thing for sure, you'd never be able to look at Eddie again without thinking about last night. Suddenly the thought of him playing guitar, shuffling a deck of cards, smoking a joint, all felt inherently sexual to you despite never having that connotation before. You were fucked.

What's even worse is when you tried to rub one out in the shower to ease some of your nerves before going downstairs for coffee all you could think of was comparing how your hand felt to Eddie's. It's like he put a stupid curse on you, that all your orgasms would now feel half hearted. It's like you were hungry and were served a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when you could smell a chef preparing a five star meal in the room over. Sure, a PB&J is fine, but now that you've had fine dining it just didn't quite cut it. On top of that your newly corrupted brain couldn't help but theorize about what else Eddie was capable of. He made you come in basically four minutes with three fingers. As soon as you let your mind wander you pull yourself out of it, make the shower as cold as your body can stand, and gear up to face the music, or at least put on an awkward front in front of all of your friends.

You were the first person in the kitchen, but you heard a fair amount of shuffling going on around the creaky cabin so you suspect your friends will be down soon. You take it upon yourself to put on a full pot of coffee and survey the pantry for breakfast options.

"Morning, y/n," Steve greets you passively, eyes clearly set on the coffee that's almost done brewing.

"Oh wow, did you do the dishes last night?" Nancy inquires, her and Robin taking their places at the table while everyone waits for the coffee to finish.

"Oh yeah, it was nothing. Eddie and I did it, only took like five minutes," you wince at yourself.

"Were the two of you up real late?" Steve questions, "I tried to get him up a minute ago but he was knocked out."

"Oh," you start, relying on pouring coffee to everyone as an excuse to not make any eye contact, "I'm not really sure, we were only really up for like ten, twenty minutes after you all went to bed. Maybe he stayed up late in his room." None of it was a lie.

"Whatever, let him sleep this beautiful day away," Steve's whole demeanor changed after a single sip of caffeine, "I say we go down to the dock and check out that canoe, maybe have lunch on the dock? Could be nice."

A murmur of agreement among the group settled the plans for the day, relaxing by the lake, doing exactly what you had intended this trip to be about. You all scarfed down quick breakfast and coffee and separated to change into swimwear. You hated that you thought of Eddie as you picked out your swimsuit. Did he even see you like that? When he called you pretty last night, was that all part of an act to win some stupid bet? You'd be better off assuming so, you decide, you don't want to get wrapped up in your own thoughts about how he thinks of you only to be totally wrong. But you secretly did hope that he'd check you out at least once.

You sprawled out on a big towel on the rickety dock, letting Robin, Nance, and Steve figure out the canoe. It didn't look like it could comfortably for more than two, and three was pushing it, so you decided to sit this one out considering the lake water looked a little murky. You set yourself up comfortably with a glass of lemonade and a book you were halfway through, letting the sun sink into your skin and illuminate the pages as you squinted at the words through the sunshine. You could hear their friendly bickering off in the distance, their canoe now a tiny speck off on the horizon of the lake. You could occasionally hear Robin shriek as Steve threatened to tip them all over.

You felt the dock creek behind you before he said anything, not bothering to turn around from your comfortable position, knowing it couldn't be anyone but Eddie. He made his way down to your towel, inviting himself to plop down next to you and dip his toes into the lake below. He was only in his boxers and a ratty tshirt, a mostly full cup of black coffee sloshing around in the mug he held.

He made you nervous, not sure what the energy would be like between the two of you now. You almost felt worried that nothing would have changed at all. You ignored the buzzing in your abdomen and kept your eyes on your book as he kicked up the lakewater and sipped his coffee next to you, seeming comfortable in your mutual silence.

“Reading anything good?” you knew he’d be the one to break the silence, ever the chatty Cathy. You were surprised at the genuine question rather than a smart remark or joke at your expense.

You told him what you thought of your current read, filling him in a bit on the general plot. Part of you decided that you no longer had the right to give him the edge you usually did. He had won the upper hand fair and square and you were willing to accept that. You could play nice, play by his rules.

You felt like your conversation was going well, or well enough. He asked to see your book, which you willfully handed over. You’d regret doing that. He dog-eared the page you were on and quickly set your book off to the back of the deck before moving at lightning speed and scooping you up and hurling you through the air and into the lake water. What the actual fuck was his problem.

Before you could even register the cold lake water you emerge from your splash and gasp for air. You don’t even have a moment to find where the dock is to cuss him out before you see his cannonballed form fly above you and crash into the lake next to you. His shirt and coffee were abandoned with your book and he emerged from the water with that stupid goofy smile.

That stupid goofy smile that made you less mad that he had thrown you in the lake. What was wrong with you? You should be pissed. Why did his annoying antics suddenly make you feel giggly? You knew exactly why, but wouldn't allow yourself to think about it for longer than a moment.

“Eddie you bitch!” you splash him as soon as you can locate him and that stupid smile. You couldn’t help but smile too. He knew you wouldn’t stay mad. The two of you play-wrestle for a moment, splashing each other and taking turns pushing the other under the lake’s surface.

“I was reading,” you continue to protest.

“And now you’re swimming!” He splashes you again, “We’re on a lake trip, y/n, not a library trip.”

You debated swimming out to where the canoe was, but mutually decided that sounded like too much work. Instead you took turns jumping off the dock and diving down to the bottom of the lake for rocks and other random junk. Eddie even found an old boat anchor.

Once the other three came in from their canoe adventure you all ate packed sandwiches for lunch in the sunshine on the dock. You couldn’t help but take in the moment, knowing you'd be nostalgic for it in the future. You were surrounded by some of your best friends without a care in the world, only focused on pb&j sandwiches and who was going to make the fire later.

After a backyard bonfire and several failed attempts at roasting hot dogs on sticks you all started to slow down and let the day in the sun take you to bed. You showered the feeling of lakewater off your skin and out of your hair with lots of soap and as hot of water as the cabin would allow. You thought you’d cozy up in bed and read some more of your book, or even crash right to sleep, but a nagging feeling kept pulling at you.

As sleepy as you wanted to be, and as interesting as your book was, your mind couldn’t pull itself away from the idea of what Eddie was doing down the hall. It was late enough that the others were probably asleep, you probably should be too. After rereading the same sentence four times you decided to abandon your book and just follow your curiosities.

Before your better judgment could stop you, you lightly knocked at Eddie’s door and cracked it open. You peek around the sturdy wooden door to see him propped up on the headboard, shirtless with a giant book in his lap. His lean chest and arms were littered with random tattoos, nothing you hadn't seen before swimming or when he wore those unbuttoned and ripped up shirts that he often did, but this time you couldn't help but stare at them.

“Sure just come right in,” he comments with a joking tone as you peek around the corner of his door.

“Sorry, sorry,” you half whisper through gritted teeth, “I just-”

You didn’t know how to finish that statement. You just what? Were curious about what he was doing? Wanted to see him? Wanted to know what he would say if you came to his room?

To your surprise he shifts to the side of his bed and opens a space next to him, lifting the sheet that covers his lower half and patting the space next to him. Your eyes widened in surprise a bit before you moved a bit too enthusiastically across the room and settled onto the mattress next to him.

“Hope I’m not bothering you,” you start, genuinely feeling bad if you were intruding.

“You? Not at all. I’ve only read The Lord of the Rings eighty times or so,” he turns over the enormous book in his lap.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could read,” you immediately felt bad, but knew your tone was joking enough to be permissible.

“Very funny,” he sets the book on his nightside table, turning his attention to you. You suddenly felt a spotlight on you, a sudden stage to explain the reason you showed up in his room. Truthfully you didn’t have one. Or, you didn’t have the words to tell him why.

“I-” you start, noticing how small your voice sounded, “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Is that so?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, I just-” you still don’t know where you’re going with this, “I just wanted to apologize if I ever gave you the impression that I didn’t like you. I know we kind of go back and forth a lot, but I never really meant to make you feel like I dislike being around you. I just want to start over with you, if that’s okay?”

“Is this because you know all the rumors about my magic guitar fingers are true,” he smirked and leaned his head into yours, an action that would typically make your blood boil that you now found endearing.

“No- well yes- but no,” you couldn’t help but be flustered, finding yourself fidgeting with the hem of his sheet that you had tucked your feet under, knees pushed up against your chest, “I just thought that things were going to be really awkward between us today, or that you were going to be a huge asshole to me. But I just realized that maybe I hadn’t been fair to you, and maybe you weren’t fair to me either, so it would be nice to start over?”

“Do you want to start over right now, or do you want to start over, including last night?” He already knew that even if the two of you ‘started over’ neither of you could forget, or even pretend to forget what had transpired in the kitchen. You let out a sigh. You were thinking the same thing.

“Up to yout,” you look up at him through your lashes, “I’ll leave and never bring it up again, but I can't pretend like I haven’t been thinking about it since it happened.”

“Is that so?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Shut up, you know it is,” you bump his shoulder with yours.

“Is it because you touched yourself and realized it didn’t feel the same?” his voice grew deeper, and you could feel his gaze pressing into the side of your face, “or because you imagined it was my fingers between those pretty legs of yours.”

You couldn’t help your head from falling back against his headboard and eyes to find solace in the ceiling before gathering the courage to answer him. His face was already inches from your neck, all you needed to do was close the gap, but a part of you was still worried.

You look tentatively into his eyes, big and brown and drawing you in, but you don't let yourself lean in all the way. You had initiated the first kiss between you two last night in the kitchen and had been shaken with worry that you had crossed a line. You didn't want to embarrass yourself again, so you held back. What if he thought that was too intimate? You hoped he didn't. Even though it had left you tense and anxious, kissing him was just as memorable as the orgasm he had given you. You remembered how his mouth tasted, how he slipped his tongue past your lips immediately, how you didn't have to think about anything other than how he was making you feel.

Eddie, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were thinking. He knew that he'd left you a bit high and dry last night. If he was being honest, he wanted to stay in that kitchen and kiss you over and over, offering to take you to bed, his bed. He left for two reasons: he wanted to maintain whatever aura of mystery and intrigue he had garnered by making you feel so good, the tensions were high and it felt right to keep the game up, Eddie enjoyed the cat and mouse, back and forth that the two of you had, and this had taken it to an incredibly fun and elevated state, and he had to leave to release his cock from the confines of his pants. If he was going to fuck you, he was going to fuck you right, and if you had stayed in that kitchen any longer he would have either busted in his pants or promptly three seconds after you made any sort of move on him.

He knew you were nervous. That you found him hard to read and unpredictable. That's probably why the two of you never really got along, and he knew it. He knew that the orgasm he gave you was the most pleasure you had ever felt, and that you hadn't stopped thinking about it for a moment since. It was written all over your face. He couldn't blame you. If he had never had the pleasure of climaxing during sex or at the hands of another person he surely would be in a spell over it too. He knew you needed to be taken care of, and that he had proved himself to be trustworthy of doing so.

While you were caught in your own head debating whether Eddie would kiss you or not, it only takes him a split second to crane his neck around to meet your face and catch your lips in a kiss backed by purpose and intent. He knew how to read your body language. Eddie grew up worrying what everyone around him was thinking of him, or what they were planning to do to him/ He knew how to tell when someone was angry or upset or disgusted. An arch of an eyebrow or a twitch of a hand could mean the smallest things, things that always came back to bite Eddie. He also could tell that your breath was caught in your throat and you were overthinking still, he knew to let the kiss linger for a moment and let you find your footing before deepening it.

The moment he feels your shoulders relax a bit and your head lean ever so slightly into his, he cups the sides of your neck with his hands. Those hands. Littered with tiny stick and poke tattoos and those clunky metal rings. Who the fuck wears jewelry to bed? You had taken note of how his rings had felt shoved down the front of your underwear the night prior, and now you relished in how the distinct metal felt against the soft skin under your jaw.

Last night you kissed him in the heat of the moment. Now he was kissing you. Really kissing you. Tugging on your bottom lip and running his tongue across yours until your stomach felt like you were on the dip of a roller coaster. Kissing you until you were breathless and your cheeks began to run hot, until you couldn't tell whose tongue was whose, or could hardly remember where you were or what time it was. You would have traded every sexual experience you'd had for what he did to you in the kitchen last night, and you'd trade every kiss up until now for the one you found yourself in.

His hands were in your hair, and his lips moved from yours, now wet and pouty, down to your neck. He kissed, licked, nipped, sucked against your skin, gently tugging your hair in the direction he wanted to open your neck up for him. When his bottom teeth dragged across a particular spot in between your jaw and ear a soft moan escaped your lips. You immediately sucked in a sharp breath.

"MmmHmmm," he mumbles into you, still attacking that spot that had elicited the noise, "let me hear you."

You let out a groan and moved to straighten your neck, wanting his mouth on yours again. The hand in your hair kapt you exactly where he wanted though, now using a touch more force.

"You wanna know a secret?" the hand not in your hair ran up and down your rib cage underneath your shirt, trailing from the band of your pants up to the underside of your breast and then gently back down, "Do you know what you do to me?"

"Mmmm, no what?" you could hardly recognize your own voice, now pitched up and airy.

"Those pretty noises you made for me, and the thought of you wrapped around my fingers has been driving me crazy all day, y/n. Do you know what I thought about while I jerked off last night? Those moans, and that pretty cunt you have, and the gorgeous face you made when I got you there. It's all I can see when I look at you now. It made me come so fucking hard last night and it's gonna take a lot of time and illegal substances to make me forget it."

You wiggled your hips up into his touch, wanting him to move faster but knowing he was going to take everything at his pace whether you liked it or not. "Fuck Eddie," he sucked on your earlobe and continued to bite against your soft skin, "you think I'm pretty?" You sounded fucking pathetic, you wouldn't have caught yourself dead asking any boy that, let alone Eddie before tonight.

"Pretty? I think those little moans you make are pretty. And that cunt you have, prettiest I've ever seen. That little bikini you had on today, that was pretty too. You wear that for me?"

"Maybe," you gasp out as his hand dared to venture lower, still over your pajama pants but dipping up and down where he knew your wet slit was.

"Sure, lots of things about you are plenty pretty, but fuck," he loved how responsive you were, already rolling your hips against his hand despite the layers of fabric preventing you from getting what you really wanted, "You? you really are somethin' else."

He could tell you were tired of his teasing, so in between kisses he tugs your shirt up and lets you pull it over your head. He presses your warm skin against his, using all his strength to stay in the moment and feel how nice your tits feel squished up against him, rather than immediately ravish you. He'll get to that, he knows you deserve his patience.

“Just-” you gathered your thoughts, “tell me you want me too, that this isn’t some sort of power trip or pity fuck. I don’t want it if this is some game to you.”

His heart sank a bit at your inquiry, worried that you thought of last night as some sort of power trip for him, although that was what the two of you had framed it as, a power play. He knew there was something deeper and hoped you had felt that too.

“Of course I want you. As much as it was nice to put you in your place, you brat, I didn't make you come to prove anything. I made you come because I wanted to.”

“Will you do it again?” your voice was barely a wiper, your neck craning around to meet his intense gaze.

“Again with my fingers,” he shifted so you were now slumped beneath him, his leg slotting comfortably between yours and his hands coming to cup your cheeks, shoulders angled above yours and hair creating a perfect curtain around your faces, “and my tongue, and my cock,” he leaned down to kiss you, “and all the other ways you’ll let me show you.”

You were a mess. A puddle of arousal and swarming thoughts of nothing but Eddie. Your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his beautiful curls, massaging the nape of his strong neck. The most passionate and enthusiastic kiss you had ever participated in. You were on fire for him. Any former doubt or worry that the actions of last night had on you dissipated into the air along with the breathy moans you couldn’t help but let out in between kisses and touches.

His knee pushed your thighs apart and you willingly splayed yourself out like a ragdoll for him to move and manipulate under him however he pleased. Before you could focus on his hands dipping into your underwear, he bit at your lower lip and pulled back, causing you to crane your neck and chase after his lips as he moved away. You were about to pout about the loss of contact, but his fingers dipping through your wet folds were plenty distracting. He sits back a bit to focus on pulling down your pants and underwear while still stroking you with his opposite hand.

You were too busy squirming under him, both from his slow methodical fingers against your cunt and a half hearted attempt to kick off your garments that were now pushed around your knees to notice his unwavering gaze that raked over your newly exposed body. His resolve was about to break, along with the dam that held back his desire and excitement to feel every inch of you, to make you feel good, to be the first person to make you feel good. He had always thought you were gorgeous, but picking fights is a lot easier than trying to flirt so he settled for riling you up the only way he thought he could.

He swats backwards to assist you in removing your final articles of clothing which are caught on your ankles, and as he leans back forward into you he sinks two thick fingers into you with a smirk on his face. It was a sudden stretch, but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t wet enough for him to slip in without any resistance. Your eyes want to squeeze shut, but you can't help but keep your sight locked on the shit eating grin that spreads across Eddie's face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He had made you fall apart in just over four minutes last night, and now he was going to take his time and have his fun with you. How could he not? You were so responsive to him, whimpering and writhing with every small movement, muscles tensing and your perfect lips parting open every time he curled his fingers upwards or brushed your clit with his palm.

He swoops down to give your tits some attention, and you let yourself tangle your fingers into his unruly curls. Between licks and nips he mumbles into your skin, "so fuckin' perfect" and "doing so good for me." He can feel your walls squeezing his fingers, soaking his palm, so he slows his roll a bit, wanting to draw you out a bit longer. You wanted to pull him up for a kiss, but he was deeply concentrating on sucking the perfect purple hickey to the underside of your breast. You could have sworn you heard "mine" come out of his mouth in between sucks and heavy breathing, but you couldn't be sure.

Once he released your skin with a wet pop, you tugged at his hair to beg for a kiss. Eddie liked you all whiney and desperate for him though, so he just lets you tug on his hair as hard a you want as he continues moving down your body, teeth dragging across your ribcage, his hot flat tongue licking a stripe across your hip bone just before blowing a stream of cool air across the new wet trail. All the while his fingers slowly rolled inside of you, making this delicious wiggling motion that had you feeling full and seeing stars.

He pulls his fingers out of you, taking a mental picture of how hot it was that your slick had soaked him down to his rings. Before you can sit up with any sort of protest, he cups his hands on the backs of your thighs and pushes forward to effectively fold you in half. Your head perks up, about to inform him that he is wildly overestimating your flexibility, he cuts you off.

"Just lay back," his hands run up and down from your inner knees down to your ass and back up, "lay back and let me make you feel good, you can do that for me, yeah?"

"Yeah okay," you breathe out as he places a tender kiss to the part of your thigh just under your bent knee, a part of you that had never had any sexual connotation before, and now the feeling of his lips were permanently seared into the skin there.

The last thing you caught sight of before your eyes rolled into the back of your head was Eddie spitting straight onto your pussy, not that it wasn't wet enough already, and immediately going in to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your center. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he repeated the action, his grip on the meat of your thighs tightening and leaving fingerprint sized indents. He attached his lips to your clit and rolled it against his tongue in a way that you had never experienced.

Sure, you'd been on the receiving end of head before, but not like this. It had always been a 'hey, I just need to make sure your pussy is wet enough for my dick' sort of situation and never a 'it would be my pleasure to die here in between your thighs' situation. The moans that escaped you were shaky and broken, unlike the noises coming from between your legs, a sinful combination of wet slurping and Eddie deeply moaning and humming approval into you as he ate you out.

Your legs began to shake, partially from your growing orgasm, and partly from this advanced yoga position Eddie had you in. He slid a hand down from the juncture of your leg to toy with the pooling wetness at your hole. You let your wobbly hand replace his holding your knee back for him, keeping you spread open and on display as he stuffed two fingers into you, continuing to suck on your clit.

"Ohmyfuckinggod," your words slurred together in a high pitched moan, "Eddie- Eddie, fuck." You were no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth, a barely coherent slew of Eddie's name, 'fuck's' and 'please.'

He groaned into your cunt, picking up the pace and curling his fingers into you just like he had the night before, this time with the added pleasure of his mouth devouring you. You were not long for this world.

'You're gonna make me come," you warned him, your voice sounding on the verge of a sob, "feels so fucking good, Eddie, please."

Your eyes screwed shut and legs fell from their pushed back position to clamp around his head as your orgasm took over you. Crashing waves of pleasure that were pulling you out like a riptide. All you can feel is the release, hardly noticing your shaking legs or broken moans. Eddie moves up to catch your lips in a deep, wet kiss, slowing his hand as you ride out the end of your orgasm, still quivering around him.

You were severely out of breath, but refused to break the kiss. His slick, swollen lips swallowed your moans and anchored you, bringing you back down to earth.

"Mmmmm," he hums into the kiss, "you need to quiet down, unless you're tryina get me in trouble," he whispers into your lips, dipping down for another soft kiss as you regain your composure.

"Fuck, sorry," you pant out.

"Don't apologize to me," he slowly pulls his hand from your center and you wince slightly, "if it were just the two of us in this cabin I'd insist you let those pretty moans out to your heart's content."

"I'll be quiet," you reach down to palm him through his low hanging pajama pants, "will you please fuck me? Need to feel your cock in me so badly Eddie, I know you're gonna make me feel so good again."

A feral groan rumbles in his chest, head tilting back towards the ceiling as you stroke what felt to be an incredibly well endowed cock.

"You sure you're up for it?" Now it was his turn to show the hint of neediness in his voice.

"Are you sure?" You question back, getting a better grip through the material of his pants.

"You know I wanna fuck you," he ruts into your hand ever so slightly, "but I need to hear you say it."

"I already did Eddie," you mumble into his neck, "Want your cock so bad, I want to make you feel good too."

He rolls over onto his back, and slips off his pants and boxers. You shift onto your knees next to him, unsure of what position he'd want you in. As his hard cock springs out of his elastic waistband and onto his stomach you lose control over your facial muscles and let your slack jaw hang open, eyes bulging slightly.

"Wh-" a look of concern on his face grows as he notices your expression, looking from you, down to his cock, then back to you, "Oh! The piercing?"

You were completely frozen, because the only thing more shocking than the two little metal balls sticking out of his cockhead was the fact that Eddie Munson had a pornstar dick. Thick, long, girthy, perfectly curved, the most glorious shade of blushed pink. No wonder he had decided to bedazzle it, it was gorgeous. Not only was it the largest and most aesthetically pleasing dick you'd ever seen, in real life or photos, you sure as hell had never had one that big inside you.

"Yeah, the piercing-" your voice trailed off, still gawking at it.

"Shit, I'm sorry if you're like, super freaked out," the worry in his voice snapped you out of your trance, "I guess I maybe should have warned you-"

"No no," you were quick to correct his concern, reaching down to wrap your hand, which hardly fit, around it and give a few experimental strokes, "it's fucking perfect." You were visibly salivating, wanting to feel how the metal balls felt against your hot tongue.

"I mean, it's okay I guess," you say, sitting up, "I wouldn't want to give you an ego or anything," joking sarcasm rolled off your tongue, "but fuck..." the way he twitched in your hand drew you back in, not thinking twice before leaning forward and letting your tongue run from the underside of his shaft up across the metal balls that decorated the head, all the way up to his leaking slit. Your tongue gathered his precum and went back to explore how the piercing felt against your lips, rolling it across your tongue, placing open mouthed kisses to the head.

"Shit-" he hisses out, Eddie knew his dick was fine, maybe a little bigger than average or something, but no one had ever stopped to admire it, compliment it. Then again, most of Eddie's sexual escapades were just that, escapades. Random girls in bar bathrooms, quickies in the back of his van, a few weed customers who he didn't mind exchanging a good quick fuck for a discount. Sure, he'd heard the 'oh you're so big' line mid thrust, but everyone said that about the person they're fucking, right?

After feeling his hips twitch a bit underneath you, you release his cock with a soft pop and climb on top of his torso. Grinding down on his hard length with a few slow forward rolls of your hips, you can't help but lurch forward and capture his lips in a kiss. You let out a deep moan as you feel the head of his cock catch your clit as you drag your wet folds up and down his shaft. Your foreheads stay pressed together as your mouth opens in a silent gasp, his hands coming down to guide your hips and dig his fingertips into your ass.

"Fuck, princess," his voice was low and sexy, and the new nickname had you bucking your hips a little harder, "lay back and let me make you feel good again. This is all about me giving it to you right, yeah? So let me do all the work."

You know his intentions were sweet, but you kept his hips pinned under yours. "Eddie I-" you pull back a bit to meet his eyes, "you can fuck me however you want in a bit, but... I've never had anything that big inside me before and..."

"Shhhh," his hands ran up and down your sides, "we can take it slow, promise. You can sit on my cock and take it at your own pace, let it fill you up right, don't wanna hurt you."

With that you nudged his tip into your entrance ever so slightly, taking a moment to feel how his piercing dragged across your cunt and left a cool metal trail that sent a shiver down your spine. Once you slipped the head inside you, it really wasn't any different from an unpierced dick, other than the sheer girth of it. Your teeth caught your lower lip, sinking down to take the first two inches or so, letting your opening adjust to its size.

It was taking everything in Eddie's willpower not to thrust up into you, or grab your hips and roll them down onto his aching cock. But he knew better than that, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in any way. So he stayed still, holding in a deep and shaky breath as you started to take him. Part of him wanted to look away from the gorgeous faces you were making, because if you were going to bat your eyelashes and tuck that perfect lip in between your teeth he was going to come a lot sooner than either of you would like. But he can't bring himself to do it, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost like when you were angry.

You were fully seated on his cock now, breathing slowly and leaning back to sit up straight on it, somehow pushing it even deeper into you.

"That's it," Eddie's hands still gripped at your hips, making sure you were steady on him, "that's my girl, taking me so well."

You experimentally shifted your weight front to back, rocking your hips shallowly against his. You felt Eddie move underneath you, reaching his hand from its place on your hip to your back. He adjusted his position, and pushed up against the headboard to sit upright, now holding your torso against his. He smoothed your hair across the back of your head.

"It's okay if you need a minute," he took your chin in his hands, clenching his jaw as you continued to rock your hips into his, "don't want you to hurt yourself.

"Just feel so fucking full," you whispered into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck for leverage, "need you to fuck me, fuck me deep and hard, please Eddie, need it."

He arches his hips up slightly to meet your hips as they come down, and your eyes practically spin into the back of your head. He takes it slow, his first few thrusts from under you are careful and gentile. You continue to mumble "please" and "more" into his lips, so he scoops you up from your back and flips you over, not removing his cock from deep within you as you settle down into the mattress. Your legs wrap around his hips and he pushes his dick all the way into you, reaching a new spot that knocks the wind out of you.

"Fuck just like that," your words are hardly there, "so fucking good, Eddie, Eddie..."

"Beautiful," he fucks into you a little harder, "your pussy was fucking made for me." His hands were settled on the backs of your thighs, keeping you spread nice and open for him to pound his cock into you. He lets one hand press into your lower stomach, pushing his cock down while inside you, causing you to let out a gasp. He lets his palm spread your on your lower abdomen, letting his thumb creep closer and closer to your clit, catching it every so often as your hips rolled back and forth with his thrusts.

"You gonna be good and let me make you come again?" he asks, the cocky edge in his voice has you losing all coherence, "so pretty wrapped around my cock."

The movements of his thumb are much more deliberate now, rubbing your clit in tandem with the movement of his hips. He wasn't fucking you particularly fast, but he was making sure his cock was buried all the way inside you with every thrust, rolling his hips forward and punctuating each thrust with extra pressure.

"Oh my god, I-" your head was thrown back into the flannel pillowcases, body starting to tense up again. You were still so wet and turned on from your last orgasm, but coming while his massive cock was in you was going to be entirely different, you could feel it.

"That's it, come on my cock," he could feel the muscles in your thighs start to tighten, the walls of your pussy fluttering around him as he drew methodical figure eights on your clit. You felt so fucking good around him, so warm and wet and tight, swallowing his cock up with every thrust. That plus those damn sounds you were making. But Eddie had a goal, and couldn't be distracted by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body, his one and only focus was to push you over the edge, to take care of you and do it right.

The choked sobs leaving your heaving chest were the first indicator that you were about come, that and your pussy gripping him like a fucking vice. You weren't able to form words as you fell apart for him, just letting broken moans escape you as your body shook and released all that tension. Part of you could hear a string of praises coming from him, but all you could focus on was the ripple of your orgasm tearing through your body.

You start to come down for it, catching your breath, until you feel him pull out of you entirely and push you legs back as he had before, and dip his head down to lick down your quivering center. He lapped up your wetness and sent a few aftershocks buzzing into your core. His tongue slowed down and he let you settle down, before pushing his tongue entirely into you and letting out the most sensual groan right into your cunt.

"Holy shit," you let out, looking down at him and realized that next to seeing his dick for the first time, Eddie lapping up your orgasm was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

He sat up and let his cock rest in between your puffy pussy lips, his pierced head sitting right on your sensitive clit. He lets the weight of it fall into his hand and gives your pussy a few taps with his cock, sending your hips jerking from the sensitivity.

"Eddie," you start, eyes glassy and voice hoarse, "please keep fucking me, don't want you to stop."

"You want more?" a comment half cocky and half serious.

"Mhmm, want you to fuck me hard," your hands came up to play with your tits, "want you to come in me, use me, give it to me hard how I know you like it."

"'S'that right," he quickly grabs your hips and flips you over, angling your ass up in the air for him, "you wanna take all my come like the good girl you are?"

"Please," your muffled voice comes up from the sheets, "I'm on the pill, it's okay, it's safe."

"Mmm fuck," he slips his cock back into your soaking wet hole, guiding your hips back and forth with his big hands, "thank you, so fucking perfect for me, you can tell me if I go to hard, yeah?"

"Yeah Eddie," you try your best to bounce back on his cock, but know he's doing most of the work moving your ass to slap against his hips, "I want it hard."

With that he takes the initiative to snap his hips forward with every thrust, pulling your gorgeous ass back against him and twitching inside you every time it comes flush with his lower stomach. He can't help but bring a flat palm down to smack it, loving the big red handprint he leaves behind, and loving even more the muffled moan that leaves you when he does so.

"Y'like that?" he already knows you do, but just wants to hear you say it.

"Yes, again, please," each word comes out as a short gasping breath. He smacks your ass again, watching it jiggle against his palm has him thinking he's died and gone to heaven, you his personal angel.

Although he can feel the end in sight, he wants to feel your pussy squeeze around his cock again, so he snakes his hand under your arched hips and toys with your clit. You're beyond fucked out at this point, but can't help but prop yourself up on straightened arms to give him more room to rub against you. He leans down to press his chest against your back, one arm coming down by your side to support his weight as he fucks down into you.

"One more time," he lets out into the skin of your shoulder, "can you come for me one more time, princess?"

“I-” you start, about to tell him you’re unsure, but then he starts rubbing fast strokes against your clit and you’re already seeing stars.

He’s fucking into you fast and hard, just like you’d asked him to. The feeling of you clenching down on him has him biting your shoulder to hold back his grunts and moans. As soon as he feels your pussy start to gush around him, your arms collapsing and legs shaking under him, he lets go with a soft grunt and spills his come deep inside you.

He lets his cock stay there for a moment, pulsing inside you, relishing in the feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him. He pulls out slowly and you let out a small yelp, letting your hips fully sink down to the mattress without his hands to heep you propped up.

He runs a hand across your thigh, and you acknowledge your attention with a hum.

“M’gonna go get something to clean you up,” his voice is soft and you nod into the pillows, making a half hearted attempt to roll your body over. He uses his discarded sweatpants to wipe off his forehead and chest, suddenly aware of how sweaty he is, you both are.

He slips on his boxers and creeps down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing a big glass of water and a clean hand towel run under the sink. He slips back into the room to find you paid out on the bed, all sweaty and fucked out, it’s the best you’ve ever looked to him.

He lifts you up by the shoulders and helps you sit up while you take a few sips of water and let out a “thank you” in between sips. He runs the warm cloth in between your legs a few times to catch anything sticky, before tossing it into the pile with his dirty clothes.

You were already mostly knocked out, all the energy completely drained from your body. Typically you’d awkwardly dance around the notion of spending the night or not, but your eyes felt too heavy to care, and your body was already molded into his sheets. He flicked off the bedside light and got settled into bed next to you, thinking you were already completely asleep.

“Thank you Eddie,” your voice was sleepy and almost didn't cut through the air.

“No problem, good sex is dehydrating,” he responds, assuming you meant the thanks for the water and towel.

“No thank you for taking care of me,” you roll into his arms, snuggling up against him, “I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

“Like what?” he partially knew what you meant, given that the three times you’ve ever come during sex all happened in the past hour.

“Like magic,” you’d have been embarrassed to say it in other circumstances. But the post sex bliss and intense sleep that was washing over you made you sort of hazy and elated.

“Yeah I think you’re pretty magic too,” he wrapped you up in his arms, feeling the same tiredness, “good night y/n.”

The next morning he felt a sort of sore stiffness in his body, wiping the crust from his eyes and suddenly remembering the events of the night prior. There was an empty warm spot in the bed next to him, indicating you must have slipped out recently. He shook out his messy bedhead and threw on some sweatpants.

A short trip down the hall brought him into the kitchen, where you were making a pot of coffee. You heard him come in from the hallway, and you suddenly tensed up at the thought of facing him. How did he look so damn good mid yawn, rubbing his face and his hair a wild mess.

You turn towards the coffee machine on the counter, frantically trying to think of what to say or how to act towards him. Before you could give it too much thought, you feel his presence directly behind you, his arms caging you in and his back pressed against you.

“Are you pouring me a cup?” he asks, hunching down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Yes,” you elongate the word, taking in his scent and feeling his hair tickle your neck, “this is how you take it right? No cream, no sugar.”

“Mhmmm,” he mumbles into your hair, giving you a quick peck on the side of your neck before moving to grab the cup.

“Wow okay early bird Eddie,” Robin’s voice cuts through the air of the kitchen and he immediately grabs his coffee and moves away from you. There’s no way she wouldn’t notice and the two of you cringe at the somewhat compromising position.

“Okay I don’t think I want to know what the hell that was about,” she points between the two of you. Ahh Robin, master of the art of subtlety.

Steve comes into the kitchen, immediately sensing the awkward air between everyone in the small space.

“Oh god,” he looks from Robin’s pointing finger to the two of you with somewhat guilty expressions, “was THAT all that noise I heard last night? Jesus Christ you two.” He turns out of the kitchen dramatically, leaving Robin with a bewildered expression and the two of you cringing.

“At least they’re fucking instead of fighting now!” she calls to him as he continues to walk down the hall away from you.

Amongst Robin yelling and Steve leaving in a huff, Eddie manages to sneak his hand behind you and pinch your ass, making you jump a bit and the coffee in your cup to slosh around. He gives you a wink and starts to head out of the kitchen.

“I’m gonna have my coffee by the lake, you joining me?”

Maybe this trip was going to be something special after all.

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st4rd0lly · 18 days

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍’ ?

cw: first time sex , gentle dom chuuya , AFAB reader (no gendered terms) , fingering , praise , MDNI

“How are you feelin sweetheart? Talk to me, come on..” Chuuya presses a kiss into the crook of your neck, having your legs spread wide open as his boner presses against your ass. Your jaw is slacked open, nothing but gasps and choked moans leaving your mouth desperately. “Let me hear your pretty voice.”

“O-Oh fuck Chuuya!” You whine loudly, squirming around in his hold. Maybe it wasn’t as bad of an idea as you thought to ask Chuuya to help you orgasm for the first time. “It f-feels so good, so so good..” You babble out, tears brimming your eyes with each rub of your clit against his palm, his fingers curling inside of you.

“You really haven’t played with yourself that much huh? You’re still so fucking tight, relax baby I’ve got you.” He whispers reassuringly into your ear, your hole was sucking him in so tightly but you were still so wet. A squelching sound came from every time he thrusted his fingers into you at a steady pace. “Sound so pretty f’me, think I might cum just from hearing you..”

At 15, you were well acquainted with the storm that was Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya was your close friend, a fellow executive, a work partner. You grew up together from your teen years well into your early 20s. And despite your few years as an executive…

“I haven’t slept with anyone.” You admitted to Chuuya, resting your head on your hand, pouring yourself another glass of wine with the other. The topic of intimacy got brought up when Chuuya had an awkward run in with one of his one night stands at the bar you two were at. But now you were in the comfort of his home, still drinking but in a more relaxed setting.

“Really? I mean there’s nothin wrong with that, not like you need to sleep with someone. Do whatever you want.” Chuuya told you, looking at you with some curiosity as to why you seemed defeated. But he couldn’t deny that he found the cute pout on your lips to be adorable. You were clueless about how attracted he was to you. In the same way, he was clueless about how you were attracted to him too.

“This might be TMI but-“

“Nothin’s too much information, don’t worry.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with someone, I mean I do. I wanna… explore more sex stuff-“ God this was embarrassing. Maybe it was just the wine talking. “I want it to be with someone I trust which is pretty reasonable right? And I’ve tried- no this is embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge, I promise. But I also won’t force you to tell if you don’t want to.” Chuuya says with a voice so soft, your breath feels as if it got taken away.

“Are you sure? Really sure?”

“I’m all ears doll.”

“I’ve never even had an orgasm which sounds silly but I’ve never had one. Every time I come close to having one when I play with myself, it’s like it’s too much.” You groaned out, burying your face into your arms that were resting on the table.

Chuuya was silent for a couple of seconds but those seconds felt like hours, and hours of just sheer embarrassment. That’s enough wine for tonight, you think to yourself. As you lift your head up to quickly say an apology, he says something that makes your heart beat even faster.

“Y’know, if you want help, I can- I wouldn’t mind at all.” Chuuya tells you, looking at you dead in the eyes with a flushed face.

“‘M trying to relax Chuu, it just feels—” You cut yourself off with another high pitched moan, biting your lip. Your eyes dart down to where his hand was, the sight only turned you on more. Slick was practically drooling all over his hand, his pretty fucking hand. Two of his digits rubbed against your G-spot, causing you to yelp. “Faster please, please I need it!” You squealed, feeling your orgasm buildup.

“Shit I actually might cum too..” Chuuya groans lowly, his hand picking up the pace. He rubbed his palm against your clit harshly, fingers thrusting in and out of you. His cock rubbed against your ass, even the slight friction was enough to drive him insane.

“H-Holy fucking shit! Chuuya! ‘S too much! ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out, back arching and hips bucking into his hand.

“You can take it pretty, fucking cum all over my hand.” He growls into your ear, each plunge was relentless. Your walls spasmed around his fingers, voice going hoarse while you screamed his name, cum gushing all over his hand. Your eyes rolled back with your body shaking, going limp in his hold. Pants left your parted lips, chest heaving with every breath you take. His fingers slowed down, you could feel the string of cum connecting from his fingers to your pussy.

Your vision cleared up more and you were able to see how he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your essence. He moaned at the taste, panting a little as well when he took them out of his mouth. “So fucking sweet…” He whispers, his fingers dipping back down to stroke your pussy again, you let out a small whimper. You could feel the wet fabric against your ass, you shift your head at Chuuya.

“You came from that?” You asked with an amused tone, smiling a bit. He grins back down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t get so cheeky with me dolly. How could I not? With such a pretty person falling so nicely underneath me… can’t really blame me can you? Did so good for me.” He praises you, and your chest feels warm. “You think you can handle a couple more rounds? Or do you want a break first?” He asks with his voice low.

“A couple of rounds won’t hurt right?” You say, shifting your body to face him, a sweet but seductive smile growing on your face to lean closer to his lips.

#. . . words of the crimson moon —✫・゜・。.#bsd smut #bsd x reader #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #afab reader #dividers by : @/saradika #no one look at this too hard i wrote this with my dick so there’s bound to be errors #wrote this in the heat of lust you understand

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waitimcomingtoo · 9 months

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I Can See You

pairing: Peter Parker x Happy’s daughter!reader

synopsis: You can see Peter being your addiction and Peter can see you as a secret mission

real synopsis: Happy forbids you and Peter from dating, which only makes you want to do it more

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“Hey.” You nodded at Peter as you wandered into his room. The hair on Peters neck stood up on high alert now that a stranger was in his bedroom. He shut his laptop and swiveled in his desk chair to follow what you were doing. He watched you walk over to his Lego shelf as if you’d been in his room a hundred times and admired his Lego titanic.

“Um, hello. Can I help you?” Peter asked.

“Did you build this?” You asked in reply.

“Oh, yeah. I did. It took me almost a full month.”

“Wow. It’s huge.” You said and gently ran your hand along the side of it.

“I know. It’s kinda cramped in here, though. I want to display it in the living room.” Peter told you. His tingle was telling him you weren’t a threat so now he just saw you as a pretty girl who had wandered into his room.

“You totally should display this thing. It’s awesome. What’s stopping you?” You wondered.

“The family pictures in the way.” Peter laughed dryly.

“Psh. Who needs those?” You joked, making him smile.

“Not me.” Peter played along. “But my aunt might be just a little upset if I replaced photos of her dead brother and dead husband with my Lego titanic.”

“That’s nothing. My dad replaced my high school graduation picture with a photo of his dead best friend eating a cheeseburger. It’s not even a good picture. It’s blurry and my dads pinky is in the frame.”

“Damn, your graduation picture? That’s next level. Either he really loved his best friend or it was a really good cheeseburger.”

“Probably both.” You shrugged. “Uncle Tony knew all the best cheeseburger spots in Queens.”

“Wait, Tony? Like Tony Stark?” Peter asked and stood up from his desk chair.

“Yeah, Tony Stark. Oh, that’s right. I forgot you knew him.” You said and tapped the side of your head.

“Your dads best friend.” Peter said to himself. “Wait a second. Are you…”

“Y/n Hogan. Your aunt invited my dad and I over for dinner.” You said and you held your hand out.

“Wait, you’re Happy’s daughter? But you’re so pretty.” Peter said in disbelief as he shook your hand.

“What?” You laughed.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Your dad is a very beautiful man. I can see the resemblance.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Seeing the resemblance is impressive considering I was adopted.” You laughed again and continued looking around his room. You saw his Spiderman suit hanging in the closet and touched it with a fond smile on your face.

“Oh God. Can we start over? I feel like I failed at this conversation.”

“You didn’t. I actually think you’re doing a pretty good job talking to me considering the deep lore that runs between us and our mutual acquaintances.” You assured him.

“Oh.” He blushed. “Thanks.”

“No problem. So did this thing come with a Lego iceberg?” You asked and pointed to the Lego titanic.

“No. That would’ve been perfect. But unfortunately, Lego didn’t have a dark sense of humor.”

“But I do. Do you have any blue legos?” You asked with a devious smile.

“Yeah. What are you thinking?”

A few minutes later, you and Peter were sitting on his bedroom floor with his Lego bin between you. You led the conversation, much to Peters delight, as you added onto each others creations. Even though Peter was usually shy and awkward around strangers, he found it very easy to talk to you. Maybe it was because you were already apart of his secret world and he didn’t have to lie about anything, or maybe it was just because you got along. Whatever it was, Peter really enjoyed talking to you. You felt more like an old friend rather then a stranger. Happy came into the room after a little while and was surprised to see you already in there.

“Oh, there you are. I was looking for you. But I see you found Peter.” Happy said and gave Peter a stern look.

“You never told me you had a daughter.” Peter playfully scolded him to keep the mood light.

“That’s because I don’t disclose any personal information to teenagers in spandex.” Happy said curtly.

“Dad. Be nice.” You whispered harshly.

“What are you guys doing in here anyway?” Happy asked as he folded his arms.

“Making a Lego iceberg for Peters Lego titanic.” You explained and held up what you had built so far.

“Interesting, interesting. Peter, can I talk to you for a second?” Happy said through a fake smile.

“Yeah. Sure. Be right back.” He told you before getting up to follow Happy into the hallway.

“What’s up?” Peter asked kindly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Happy said immediately.

“Huh? Don’t think about what?”

“My daughter. Don’t even let it cross your mind. Because if it crosses your mind, I’ll know about it. And if I know about it, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Wait, you think I’m trying to date your daughter? I just met her. Relax.” Peter laughed.

“No, I won’t relax. I don’t ever want to see my daughter in your bedroom, okay? That’s gross. I don’t want you getting your horny little nerd germs on her.”

“We were just playing with legos.” Peter pointed out.

“That’s always how it starts.” Happy wagged his finger. “I know your type. You lure girls in with your boyish charm because they think you’re safe.”

“I am safe, Happy.” Peter insisted. “You know me. You know I’d never break her heart.”

“I know you won’t. Because you won’t get the chance.”

“I’m sorry, but why is it okay for you to date my aunt but not for me to date your daughter?” Peter asked and folded his arms.

“Oh, so it has crossed your mind? I knew you were thinking about dating my daughter.” Happy pointed accusingly at him. “I knew it the second I walked into your room. You’re thinking about her right now, aren’t you? Well stop. My daughter is not allowed in your head, okay? Ever. Get her out.”

“I wasn’t thinking about dating her until you put the idea into my head. But I kinda want to do it now.” Peter laughed in amusement and looked back at his room where you were.

“Don’t you even dare.” Happy whispered and took a step closer to him.

“Or what? What’ll you do?” Peter challenged him. He didn’t even care that much about it, he just wanted to antagonize Happy for his own amusement.

“Kill you.” Happy stated like it was obvious. “Like I said.”

“What if she likes me? Huh?” Peter smirked. “You can’t tell her not to date me. That’ll just drive her straight into my arms.”

“That’s not gonna be a problem because she’ll never like you. She’s too smart.”

“I’m a good guy, Happy. Tony knew that. Wouldn’t you rather her date a nice, responsible guy that you’ve known for years over some random stranger whose intentions might be impure?”

“She can date a guy I know.” Happy shrugged. “Just not you.”

“We’ll see.” Peter shrugged as well.

“What? What does that mean? We’ll see? We’re not gonna see anything because you’re not dating my daughter.” Happy declared.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” Peter shrugged again.

“No, you definitely won’t.”

“How are you gonna stop it?” Peter asked him.

“With a gun.” Happy replied. “That I use to kill you. To death.”

“I don’t think your daughter would appreciate you killing her future boyfriend.” Peter said innocently.

“You’re not her future boyfriend. You’re not her future anything. But you’re a future dead person if you keep this up.”

“Relax, Happy. I’m just messing with you. I’m not gonna date your daughter.” Peter laughed and patted Happy’s shoulder. Just then, you came out of Peters room with the Lego iceberg you had built.

“I’m gonna help May in the kitchen. Maybe I’ll accidentally knock down a few family pictures while I’m in there.” You said and winked at Peter.

“Why would you do that?” Happy asked you.

“Peter gets it.” You smiled coyly before disappearing down the hall and into the kitchen. Peter watched you walk away and felt something blossoming in his chest. That simple moment of sweet understanding between you was all he needed to fall head over heels for you.

“Happy?” Peter said without taking his eyes off where you had just been standing.

“Yeah?” Happy replied. Peter turned to face him, put his hand on Happy’s shoulder, and smiled sympathetically.

“I’m gonna date your daughter.”

Before Happy could respond, May called everyone in for dinner. Peter and Happy exchanged a look before throwing on smiles so that you and May wouldn’t suspect anything. Happy sat across from Peter with you sitting beside him, meaning that every time Peter looked at you, he got a kick under the table from Happy. Similarly, anytime you tried to ask Peter a question or start a conversation with him, Happy cut you off. Peter tried to do the same with you but was always met with a death glare from Happy. The incredibly silent and awkward dinner ended all too soon and Happy could not have taken you out of Peters apartment fast enough. You waved to Peter as Happy pulled you out the door but there was no time for an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding jk jk iykyk.

Peter was fully prepared to let his little crush on you go away on its own without any intention of acting on it. He knew it was a bad idea anyway to get involved with the daughter of the head of security, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time.

“Hey Happy. I just wanted to report that I found a lost dog today. But then it ran away again after I returned to to the owner. I’m starting to think it wanted to be lost. Maybe he met a bunch of stray dogs and felt more at home with them on the streets than he ever did in his owner’s apartment. What do you think?” Peter asked over FaceTime as he gave Happy his daily report from patrolling the neighborhood.

“Kid, I don’t care. I never have. You don’t need to keep calling me with random updates of what you do on patrol.” Happy told him. In the background of Happy’s video, Peter could see you walking into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around yourself and your wet hair hanging around your face. He perked up and felt his face heat up at the sight of you.

“Is that Peter?” You asked and walked over to where Happy was sitting.

“No. It’s not.” Happy said and tried to shut his laptop.

“Hi Peter.” You opened it back up and waved, leaving you with only one hand to hold your towel onto your body. Peter turned bright red as he stared at the screen and felt all dialogue options leave his mind.

“Oh, uh, hi.” He stammered. “I didn’t see you there. I didn’t even know you were home. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good.” You shrugged. “What kind of dog was it?”

“What?”

“The dog you found. What breed?” You asked with genuine interest. Peter smiled at you wanting to know and felt his blush deepen.

“Chihuahua. His name was Pinto.”

“Aw.” You smiled. “That’s so cute.“

“Oh, yeah. Very cute. Very, very cute.” Peters eyes glazed over as he stared at your through the screen. Happy looked back and forth between Peter and you before realizing what Peter was staring at.

“I’m hanging up now.” Happy warned.

“Wait-“

The call ended abruptly and Peter was left alone staring at a black screen. If Happy was going to stop him from seeing you, he would going to have to get creative.

A few nights later, Peter formed a new plan. If Happy was gonna date his aunt, he was going to use it to his advantage.

“Oopsie. I just accidentally ordered two pizzas instead of one. Silly me. What will we do with all this incoming pizza?” Peter asked as he dramatically scratched the top of his head to make it look like he was thinking.

“I don’t know.” May shrugged. “Eat a lot of pizza?”

“That’s a great idea, May. Or, and this is just coming to me now, what if we invite Happy over to eat some? So you guys can have a little date night. He even can bring his daughter. What was her name again? Telulah? Annabeth? Marcy?”

“Y/n?” May chuckled and raised her eyebrow.

“Right. Her.” Peter played dumb. “She probably likes pizza, right?”

“I know what you’re doing, but I’m gonna go with it anyway because there’s no way we can eat two pies and I hate wasting food.” May playfully scolded him as she dialed Happy’s number.

Much to Peters delight, you and Happy showed up a few minutes later. You were standing behind your dad with a bag behind your back.

“Hey. Thanks for the invite.” Happy said and kissed Mays cheek. You looked at Peter over your dads shoulder and waved.

“No problem.” May replied. “It was actually Peters idea.”

“Oh, was it?” Happy asked and stared daggers at Peter. Peter shrugged innocently before making eye contact with you. He discreetly nodded towards his bedroom before going to it. You followed after him once the coast was clear.

“Hey.” You smiled at him and shut his door behind you.

“Hey. Thanks for coming over. I’m glad you could make it.” Peter played it cool but was screaming on the inside over you being in his room again.

“I’m glad you invited us. I have a present for you but I didn’t have any way of getting in touch with you.”

“You wanna touch me?” Peter said in a low voice as he stared at you with his eyebrows raised.

“What was that?”

“I said you have a present for me?” He quickly corrected himself and threw on a smile.

“Uh huh. Look what I found.” You held the bag up and pulled out the Lego Super Star Destroyer, a Lego set Peter had dreamed of owning since he was a kid.

“What?! You got this for me?” He jumped out of his chair and held the box to read it.

“Yeah. You mentioned last time that you always wanted this one. I know you’re a big fan of the movies so I wanted you to have it.” You smiled sheepishly as you stared at him. His childlike excitement and wonderstruck expression made him even cuter than you typically found him. His expression changed suddenly when he realized he could never accept such a costly gift.

“This set costs a fortune. You really didn’t have to do this.” Peter looked apologetic as he looked into your eyes. You laughed a little at how bad he felt and put your hand on top of his.

“It’s okay. I wanted to do it.” You assured him. “Plus, Uncle Tony put me in his will so I’m kinda flushed with cash right now. I would’ve just spent the money on something stupid. And I know he loved you so he’d be happy I used the money to buy a Lego set for us.”

“Us?” Peter cracked a smile and felt his excitement return.

“Yeah. I thought we could build it together while my dad makes out with your aunt.” You suggested.

“Gross.” Peter grimaced. “But the part about building it together sounds fun.”

Now that he was willing to keep it, you tore the box open and dumped the pieces out. You and Peter sat next to each other with your knees touching as you built the spaceship. Peter snuck glances at you every now and then, and you caught them every time. You accidentally made eye contact at one point and he turned pink.

“You know, my dads been up my ass all week because of you.” You said with a soft laugh.

“Me? What did I do?”

“I don’t know. Did you tell him we were dating or something?” You questioned him, making him gulp.

“Actually, he told me not to date you.” Peter admitted.

“He told me the same thing. Little does he know, that just makes me want to date you even more.” You replied. Peter froze and realized that if what Happy said made you want to date him more, that meant you already wanted to date him in the first place. You realized that you had said too much at the same time Peter did and looked at him out of the corner of your eye to see if he was weirded out. To your surprise, he was staring at you with a soft expression. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away when you caught him staring.

“Doesn’t he know that the hottest thing a guy can do is be disliked by the girls dad?” Peter said like it was obvious.

“Exactly. I told him disapproving of you was just going to send me straight into your arms. And who could even blame me? They’re really nice arms.” You shrugged and gave Peter a coy smile. Peter laughed shyly and busied himself with the legos so you wouldn’t see him blushing.

“What did he say to that?” He asked you.

“That there will be a cold day in hell before he lets me go out with you.” You laughed.

“And what did you say?” Peter asked as he looked up at you and found that you were already looking at him.

“I told him that he can’t tell me who to date and if I wanted to go out with you, I will.” You said simply. Peter gulped and never broke eye contact with you and he reached for a Lego brick. Your hands accidentally touched and he saw sparks fly.

“Do you want to go out with me?” He asked quietly. You opened your mouth to answer just as May opened hers.

“Hey, kids. Pizzas here.” May said as she appeared in Peters doorway. You looked at him apologetically before getting up and following May to the kitchen. He desperately wanted to get you alone again to finish your conversation, but Happy was never gonna let that happen.

It came time for you and Happy to leave and Peter was visibly disappointed. As Happy and May said their goodbyes, you pulled Peter to the side.

“Goodnight, Peter. I had fun tonight.” You said sincerely.

“So did I. Thank you again for the legos. It’s the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you liked them. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Hopefully soon.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Peter nodded eagerly.

You held out your hand to shake Peters, which Peter found a little strange. But when he shook your hand, he felt you slip a piece of paper into his. Peter waited until Happy was out the door before opening the paper up. Written in your handwriting was your phone number. Peter looked up in surprise and made eye contact with you.

“Call me.” You mouthed to him and made your hand like a phone just as Happy pulled you away.

And that’s exactly what Peter did. It became your nightly secret mission to sneak off and call Peter once you were sure Happy was asleep or preoccupied in front of the TV. You would talk for hours in hushed voices so no one would hear.

“Can you imagine what my dad would do if he found us out?” You asked Peter one night as you hung over the edge of your bed to talk to Peter.

“So there’s an us to find out about?” Peter asked and felt grateful you couldn’t see his blush over the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled timidly. “I really like talking to you, Peter.”

“Well that’s good. I’m happy to hear that. Because I like it too.” He laughed shyly.

“I think about you a lot when we’re not on the phone.” You admitted as you switched positions and rolled onto your stomach.

“You do?” Peter gulped.

“Uh huh. All the time.”

“What do you think about?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe half the things I see inside my head.” You chuckled. Peter gulped again and felt his face heat up. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” He asked. Before you could answer, a loud crash sounded from his side of the phone.

“What’s all that noise?” You asked him.

“Mays looking for the pasta maker.” Peter sighed. “We have a thousand boxes of mezzi rigatoni but she wanted fettuccini.”

“Fettuccine actually sounds amazing right now. I need to get up and make some food. I just hope my dad went grocery shopping or else I’m eating sleep for dinner.”

“You should come over tonight.” Peter said before he would overthink it.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come make pasta with us. May usually burns something and then gives up about 15 minutes into cooking so we wouldn’t have to hang out with her the whole time. We could make pasta together. Just the two of us.”

“Okay. My dads watching a movie in the den so he won’t mind if I go out. I’m in.” You smiled and started to get ready to see him.

“Awesome. Great. See you soon.” Peter grinned and hung up the phone. He quickly brushed his teeth and put on a fresh shirt before joining May in the kitchen. There was a knock on the door soon enough and Peter practically ran to open it.

“Ciao.” He said as he flung the door open.

“Ciao, bello.” You replied. “Scopiamo stasera o cosa?”

“Wait, what? I don’t actually speak Italian.” Peter sheepishly.

“That’s probably for the better.” You laughed and walked into his apartment.

“Oh, good. You’re here. And you brought wine! Even better. Come in, come in.” May kissed your cheek before taking the bottle of wine and opening it.

“Peters been dying for you to get here.” She whispered in your ear, but loud enough for Peter to hear.

“May.” Peter whined and motioned for her to zip it.

“What? I’m just being honest.” May shrugged. “Honesty is the best policy. That’s what I always say.”

“She’s right. That’s a great policy.” You said and gave Peter a look.

“Oh yeah? Does your dad know you’re here?” Peter asked you and folded his arms, already knowing the answer. Your smile dropped when you realized he was right.

“A little lie never hurt anybody.” You replied. Peter smirked, knowing he caught you.

“Come here. I’ll show you how to make the dough.” Peter said and led you to the kitchen with his hand on your back. You and Peter made the pasta dough while May chopped up some tomatoes and made a sauce. May switched the radio on to play some instrumental background music that made the apartment feel like a small cafe in Italy.

“All right. I think we’re ready. I’m gonna get the pasta maker. It should be in the attic.” May broke up the party and put the meatball back in the sauce.

“If you can’t find it, what do we do with all this dough?” You asked her.

“I don’t know. Make a shit ton of Pizza.” May shrugged and left to go find the pasta maker.

“Okay then.” You chuckled. Once you and Peter were alone, you hoped up on the counter and leg your legs swing.

“Should we try it to make sure it tastes good?” You asked as you rolled some dough between your fingers and made a snake.

“Yeah, but not that piece. You made a worm.” Peter said and pointed to your dough.

“So what? It’s just dough. Try some.” You replied and dangled the dough in his face.

“Dough way.” He laughed at his own pun and swatted the dough away.

“Oh, we’re making pasta puns now? You’re gonna pay for that.” You playfully warned him.

“But I dough not want it.” Peter pouted and leaned on the counter you were sitting on so you were caged in between his arms. You both became aware of how close you were at the same time and laughed shyly.

“Can’t think of anything other than replacing “do” with “dough” huh?” You asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Dough, I can’t.” He shamefully admitted. You gave him a look and he held up his hands in defense.

“That one was different.” He pointed out.

“All right. I’ll give it to you. Now eat the pasta worm.” You playfully demanded and dangled it in his face again.

“No. Get that thing away from me.” He laughed and smacked it away. It flew across the room and stuck to a nearby cabinet with a loud smack.

“Wow. Look at that.” Peter said, genuinely dumbfounded.

“It’s kinda beautiful.” You said as you quietly stared at the pasta in awe. Peter turned to look at you and rested his hands back on the counter.

“You’re kinda beautiful.” He said in a soft voice. You tore your eyes away from the pasta to look at him but couldn’t form a single word.

“Even with flour on your face.” He chuckled and wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek with his thumb. You gulped and discreetly picked up some flour off the counter.

“You have some flour on your face too.” You told him as you stared into his eyes.

“Where? Here?” Peter asked and touched his cheek.

“No. Here.” You smirked before throwing the handful of flour at him. Peter coughed and waved his hand to get it away from his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He warned and grabbed a handful of flour. He went to throw it at you but you caught him by the wrist to stop him. Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him so that you couldn’t block his next attempt. But instead of feeling flour on your face, you felt Peter kissing you. You weren’t actually sure if you kissed him or he kissed you, but you didn’t really care. You wasted no time in tangling your hands on his hair and deepening the kiss. His hands slid up and down your back before finding their way up your shirt. You felt your entire body heat up as you kissed him and felt all the tension that had been building up release into the atmosphere between you. He kissed you until you felt dizzy but you didn’t stop even then. You started to unbutton his button down when the moment was interrupted.

“Found it!” May called from the hallway. You jumped apart so quickly that you fell right off the counter. You screamed on the way down as Peter watched with his hands over his mouth. He rushed to pick you up just as May came back into the kitchen. She took one look at the flour covering the two of your, most noticeably the flour handprints on either of Peters cheeks, and knew what had happened.

“Oh my God. What happened in here?” May played dumb.

“Fell.” You and Peter said in unison.

“Oh no. Are you okay?”

“Maybe?” You smiled weakly and rubbed your throbbing head. Peter touched his hands, which now felt cold from the absence of you.

“Oh my God. How did you get flour all over your back?” May laughed and turned you around to see the flour Peter had left all over your clothing.

“I’m a messy girl.” You shrugged and hoped she’d buy it.

“Look at that. The flour on Y/n’s butt looks like a perfect handprint. How funny is that?” May laughed again and pointed to the handprint Peter had left on your black leggings. He turned so red that he had to turn around so May wouldn’t see it.

“I’m gonna go potty.” You said quickly and ran to the bathroom.

“She okay?” May asked once you were gone.

“Her? What? Yeah. She’s fine. Nothing weird happened while you were gone.” Peter said a little too quickly.

“Hm. How did that piece of pasta get stuck to the cabinet?” May asked and pointed to the pasta Peter had flung.

“I’m not sure.” Peter lied.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face and neck is all red.” May asked and pressed her hand to Peters forehead. He knew she was getting suspicious and had to think of a lie to get out of there.

“I have to poop.” Peter blurted and walked out of the kitchen.

“Y/n is in there.” May called after him.

“I’ll go to the other bathroom!” He shouted back.

Peter passed the bathroom in the hallway and stopped outside of it. He pressed his ear against the door to try and hear if you were freaking out or not.

Which you 100% were.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just kiss him. You slut bag! You hussy! You don’t even know how he feels about you.” You whispered to the mirror. You splashed some cold water on your face to calm down before looking at your reflection.

“Woman up and get your shit together. Go out there and make pasta with your dads girlfriends nephew like a fucking normal person.” You warned yourself in the mirror.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Peter fell inside. You gasped and pulled him the rest of the way in before shutting the door.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t doing anything!” Peter said quickly.

“What are you doing out here?!” You whispered harshly.

“Nothing! I just wanted to talk!” He whispered back in a panic.

“So you wait outside the bathroom door? What if I was pooping?! You would’ve heard it.” You whispered even louder and angrily shook his shirt.

“But I didn’t.” He said weakly.

“I think I need to go home.” You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Wait, no. Please stay.” Peter pleaded as he followed after you. He caught you in the hallway and gently pulled your arm to get you to stop.

“I can’t. I can’t go back in there. She’s gonna know something sus happened.” You whispered to him and pointed to the kitchen.

“It wasn’t sus. But I really think we need to talk about it.” Peter said and looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You knew he was dying to talk about it and you felt guilty leaving him after what happened.

“Peter, look. I’m really sorry that I kissed you-“

“I’m not.” He cut you off and pushed you against the wall. The interrupted kiss was resumed and even more passionate than the last. He had you up against the wall as he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. You forgot all about the pasta and your dads warning and just got lost in his touch. You both knew it was wrong and that you could be caught any second, and that’s what made it feel so right. Peter squeezed your hip, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. You couldn’t feel him smiling into the kiss as he pressed you against the wall. That was the moment you knew you were never giving this boy up, no matter what your father said.

“Peter! Y/n! What happened to my sous chefs?” May shouted from the kitchen. You pulled apart and stared at each other as you caught your breath.

Peter gently set you back down on the floor but stayed in your personal space as he leaned against the wall. You never broke eye contact with him as he fixed a strand of hair that he knocked onto the wrong side of your part. You gulped and smoothed your clothing down before looking away.

“Can we talk after? Please? Don’t go home.” Peter pleased as he buttoned his shirt back up. You looked him up and down and knew you were at his mercy.

“Fine. You’ve convinced me. I’ll stay.” You agreed. Peter smiled in relief and led you back to them kitchen.

“Look who decided to join us.” May smiled proudly and stepped to the side to reveal Happy standing behind her. Peters knees buckled and he immediately fainted onto the ground. You caught him and let him lean on you as you waved your hand in front of his face to wake him up.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” You asked through a big fake smile.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said through an even faker smile.

“I was making Peter with Pasta. I mean, pasta with Peter.” You stumbled over your words as Peter came to and nearly fell over again. You held him upright but his waist until he could stand on his own. Happy was watching the whole thing and growing more suspicious by the second.

“Hm. You didn’t mention you were going over my girlfriends house when you said you were going out. I find that a little strange. Don’t you?” Happy shrugged as he folded his arms.

“Maybe I find you a little strange.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Now that Happy’s here we’re gonna need some more pasta. Honey, can you knead the rest of the dough?” May asked you.

“Sure. I can dough that.” You laughed nervously. Happy gave you a strange look and you gulped.

“I’m sorry. I kiss-poke. I mean, misspoke.” You gulped again and went over to the dough. Peter went to follow you and earned a longing glare from Happy as he did. The two of you bumped into each other and dropped things on the floor numerous times from how nervous you were now that Happy was there. Once Happy and May disappeared to the couch to drink wine, Peter knew it was safe to talk.

“Stop being weird.” He whispered to you.

“I’m about to murder-suicide us.” You said at full volume.

“Peter, can you help her? You gotta put your elbow grease into it.” May called from the couch.

“Yeah. I can dough that.” Peter replied.

“Stop making dough puns.” You hissed.

“I literally fucking can’t.” He deadpanned. You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you as he put his hands on top of yours to knead the dough.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Helping you knead the dough.”

“Why wouldn’t you just stand beside me?”

“Because this is how men show women how to do things in rom coms.” Peter said very seriously.

“Okay, but we’re not in a rom com. We’re in real life in your real kitchen with my dad who has a real gun.”

“He won’t shoot me. I’m his girlfriends only nephew. I’m untouchable.”

“And so am I as long as my father is present.” You said and slipped out of his arms.

“Is everything okay over there?” Happy asked from the couch.

“Yes.” You and Peter shouted back in unison. You finished with the dough and brought it over to the pasta maker.

“You better speed run this fucking pasta before I lose my mind.” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” Peter whispered back as he put the dough in the pasta maker as painstakingly slow as possibly. The pasta maker squeaked as he turned the handle and echoed off the walls of the silent kitchen. You could feel sweat running down your face and started to fan yourself.

“I can’t handle this. My dad is gonna know what we did.” You said and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“We haven’t done anything wrong.” He pointed out as he finished up with the pasta. You nodded in agreement and picked up the pasta he had made.

“Yet.” He added and stole a kiss against your neck. You gasped and put your hand where his lips had been.

“What are you doing? My dad is in the next room?”

“I know. That’s what makes it so exciting.” Peter said and leaned in to kiss you again.

“The water should be boiling by now. Can you start putting the pasta in?” May asked as she appeared in the kitchen. You quickly turned around and pretended to be doing something so she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Sure.” Peter smiled calmly at her and put the pasta into the boiling water. May went back to the living room, leaving you and Peter alone once again. You picked up a wooden spoon and pushed the pasta around the pot in an attempt to look busy.

“I can see you. Stop staring at me.” You said when you felt Peters eyes on you. You looked up and sure enough, he was watching you with a soft expression.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” He said as he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you into him. It felt nice for a moment but you knew it shouldn’t be happening.

“I am off limits, okay mister? You cannot be staring at me like that.” You whispered and slipped out of his arms.

“Off limits? What does that mean?” He played dumb.

“It means that we cannot happen.” You said and gestured between the two of you. “We can never, ever happen. My dad will reign hell fire on you for even thinking about it. And he’ll reign regular fire on me because I’m his daughter which will be less hot but still really bad.”

“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “I’m not scared of him.”

“You should be. He has access to all of Uncle Tony’s weapons. So unless you want to get blown up or turned inside out, you need to stop. That’s means stop staring at me, stop touching me, and definitely stop kissing me.” You whispered as you got in his face. Peter smirked now that he had you close again and put his hands on your hips. You gulped and looked anywhere but his eyes as he got close to you.

“You want me to stop kissing you?” He asked as he tilted your chin up to look in his eyes.

“Yes.” You replied, but it came out like more of a question than a statement.

“Are you sure?” He asked and moved in even closer. His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Right before your lips could touch, you covered your mouth and stepped back.

“No. No more. We can’t.” You said behind your hand. Peter smiled sadly and nodded his head. He looked disappointed but like he understood.

“I know we can’t happen.” He said in a soft voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to.”

“It doesn’t matter what we want.” You gently reminded him and nodded towards the living room where Happy was.

“So you want it too?” He asked innocently and tilted his head to the side. You sucked in a sharp breath and thought about the way it felt when he had you up against the wall and how badly you wanted that again.

“Peter.” You breathed out.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful I find you?” Peter asked you. Footsteps approaching made you jump apart and turn your backs to each other.

“Hey guys. How’s the pasta coming?” May asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“It’s coming.” Peter replied.

“It’s definitely pasta.” You nodded in agreement.

“Great. I’ll set the table.” May laughed at your strange behavior and grabbed some plates. Once you were alone again, you answered Peters question.

“Yes.” You told him.

“What?”

“You asked me if I’d want this to happen too. My answer is yes.” You said and looked into his eyes. Peter smiled now that he knew you felt the same but didn’t want to let you off that easy.

“Oh. But then I asked you if you knew how beautiful I found you so I thought you were answering-“

“Shut up.” You laughed as you cut him off. Peter smiled fondly at you from across the kitchen and you felt yourself smile back.

“Do you really feel the same?” He asked, all teasing in his voice gone.

“I do. But I told you, it doesn’t matter what we feel. We can’t date. Ours is a forbidden love.”

“I know. That’s what makes me want you even more.” Peter said with a wicked smile. You stopped leaning on the counter and started to walk to Peter when your dad suddenly walked into the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Happy asked suspiciously when he noticed the love struck expression on both your faces.

“Dad.” You whined. “Don’t you knock?”

“Knock on what? You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen.” He pointed out. You and Peter exchanged a look, and then you and Happy exchanged a look. Happy looked at Peter and narrowed his eyes, making Peter panic.

“Dinners ready!” Peter shouted despite 75% of the people in the apartment being right in front of him.

“Um, Peter, the pasta is still raw. It’s only been in there a few minutes.” You reminded him.

“Dinner!” Peter said again. “Let’s sit and eat.”

You shrugged and went with it to keep your dad from getting suspicious. You drained the pasta and put it in a big bowl before Peter added the sauce on top. You brought it to the dining table that May had set and put it in the center. Everyone sat down and served themselves some pasta.

“So what’s new with everyone?” Happy asked.

“Nothing.” You and Peter said at the same time. You gave him a look and he gulped nervously.

“Is anything new with you?” You asked May politely.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Talk about yourselves. Tell us everything.”

“Well, um, May and I have been thinking about getting married.” Happy said sheepishly. You spit out your water as Peters jaw dropped.

“Oh.” May smiled tightly. “I didn’t realize we were telling them.”

“Wait, married?” You asked them.

“Yeah. Thinking about it.” Happy nodded as May shook her head.

“But, uh, if you guys got married, what would that mean for us exactly?” You laughed nervously and gestured between you and Peter.

“Well, I’d become Peters uncle, so you guys would technically be cousins.” Happy shrugged as May nodded in agreement. A chill ran down your spine at the use of the “c” word. Peters mouth started to heavily salivate like it usually did before he threw up.

“Cousins?” You choked out.

“Or would they be siblings?” Happy wondered.

“Oh God.” You whimpered. “Not siblings. Anything but siblings.”

“No, just cousins.” May explained. “Because I would become Y/n’s stepmom but Peter isn’t my son so they would be cousins. But you guys could consider each other siblings if you really wanted to. It might be nice to have a sister, right Peter?”

“Stop talking.” Peter said in a grave voice as he gripped the table to keep from fainting again.

“Relax guys. It won’t be too weird. You’re basically cousins already.” May said with an innocent smile.

“Oh no. Don’t say that.” You whispered and clutched your stomach.

“I’m gonna throw up.” Peter said through a gag.

“Why?” Happy asked as he narrowed his eyes at Peter.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t you want to be cousins? It’s just you and me on holidays Wouldn’t it be nice to have a bigger family?” May asked Peter.

“Don’t call us “family”, please.” Peter said and gagged again.

“Yeah, no more.” You pleaded. “Not while we’re eating.”

“Are we missing something?” May asked.

“I don’t want her to be my cousin.” Peter grimaced and shook his head.

“Peter. That’s disrespectful.” May scolded him.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want him to be my cousin either.” You assured her as you wiped some sweat from your forehead. You looked over at Peter and he was just as distraught if you were. He was pale and sweating and extremely close to breaking. You snapped your fingers at him under the table and motioned for him to keep his mouth shut. May and Happy exchanged a suspicion look at the strange behavior in front of them.

“Is there something you guys aren’t telling us?” May asked and leaned on her hand. She stared at Peter, who looked at you in a panic. You shook your head at him, making Happy frown in confusion. He turned to stare at Peter, and that’s what made Peter break.

“I made out with my cousin.” Peter blurted before gasping for air. You groaned and put your head down on the table as May and Happy reacted.

“You what with your what?” May scrunched her nose in disgust.

“You what with my what?” Happy asked and glared Peter.

“Haha. He’s just kidding.” You laughed nervously and waved your hand.

“He better be.” Happy stated without taking his eyes off Peter. Peter was staring all around the room at everything other than Happy.

“This pasta is amazing. Let’s all eat it and stop talking.” You said and shoved some pasta into your mouth.

“It’s a little undercooked.” May commented. “How long did you guys leave it in the water for?”

“Peter?” Happy asked calmly.

“Yes, sir?” Peter answered while looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me.”

“Yes?” Peter said and looked near Happy, but not at him.

“Peter, look me in the eyes.” Happy commanded. “Right now.”

“I am.” Peter scoffed as he stared at Happy’s ear.

“Not at my ear. My eyes.”

Peter shut his eyes and turned to face Happy head on.

“Open your eyes.” Happy said through clenched teeth. Peter slowly opened one eye, then the other. Happy was glaring at him with a face redder than the sauce May had made.

“Did you make out with my daughter?”

“Which daughter?”

“The one sitting beside you. The only one I have.”

“I don’t understand the question.”

“Let me ask it again then. Did you or did you not make out with my daughter?”

“No.”

“Okay. Good.” Happy nodded in satisfaction.

“She made out with me.” Peter clarified.

“Peter!” You shouted and looked at him.

“You’re a dead man. He’s a dead man.” Happy declared and lunged across the table at Peter.

“Wait! She kissed me! I didn’t kiss her.” Peter defended himself as he scrambled to get out of his chair and run away from Happy.

“You did the second time.” You pointed out.

“Second time? There was a second time?” Happys voice got louder as he chased Peter around the table.

“Daddy, no. Don’t hurt him!” You protested and stood between your dad and Peter.

“Move it, honey. I’m gonna fight him. I’m gonna fight him up real nice.” Happy declared and grabbed the bowl of Italian bread off the table. He started throwing pieces at Peter, but Peter dodged every one.

“Stop dodging my bread!” Happy shouted and threw his last piece.

“Ha! You’re all out of bread.” Peter pointed at the empty bowl before hiding behind you.

“I’ll just have to use my hands.” Happy said and lunged for Peter again.

“Hold on. Step away from my nephew.” May said as she stepped in front of you and held Happy back. Happy stopped trying to attack Peter and caught his breath.

“Happy, you need to calm down.” May told him. “Your daughter isn’t your property. She’s a beautiful young woman. She is allowed to make her own decisions. And that includes deciding who she wants to date.”

“I know that.” Happy sighed. “She just can’t decide on him.”

“Why not, dad?” You asked him.

“For starters, he rented a very inappropriate movie when we were in Germany. No man who respects women would rent a movie called “Grinding Nemo”. I can’t have a guy like that dating my daughter.”

“I was like 15!” Peter whined. “I just bought the first one I found!”

“Grinding Nemo?” You turned and asked Peter.

“It’s like Finding Nemo but instead of fish it was this guy looking for this girls-“

“I don’t even want to know.” You cut him off.

“Happy, you know Peter.” May reminded him. “You know he’ll stop at nothing to protect the people he cares about. She’s in good hands.”

“But why do they have to be his hands?” Happy pointed to Peter and sat back down. You squeezed Peters shoulder before going to sit down beside your dad.

“May is right. You knew I was gonna start dating eventually. And you also know that Peter is a great guy. You should be glad someone like him turned my head. He’s nice, responsible, smart, respectful, and loved by Uncle Tony. So come on, dad. Let me date my cousin.”

“But Tony asked me to look after him. And I don’t always so the best job. I try, but you know he won’t listen if he has his mind set on doing something. God forbid something had ever happened to him….” Happy trailed off and looked down at the ground.

“You’d be letting down the two most important people in your life.” May finished his sentence with a sad smile.

“Its hard for me to remember you’re not a little girl anymore. I thought I would have more time to prepare for this.” Happy admitted. “And I thought Tony would be here to help me. But you’re just growing up so fast. I can’t keep up.”

“We’re both growing up, dad. But we’re doing it together so it’s less scary.” You told him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Happy smiled fondly at you before looking over your shoulder at Peter.

“Do you really like him?” He asked you.

“I do. He listens to me. And he makes me smile.”

“Gross.” Happy gagged.

“Dad.” You whined. “Stop it.”

Happy sighed and looked up at everyone in the apartment. When his eyes landed on Peter, he got up and went over to him. Peter raised his fists in case Happy tried to attack him again, but Happy lowered them.

“Peter, you have my blessing to date my daughter.” Happy said sincerely.

“You have my blessing too.” May spoke up. “But I don’t love the whole cousin aspect.”

“Me either.” You agreed. “Please never get married so we’re never actually cousins.”

“We were never actually talking about marriage. May just said “Aw” during an allergy commercial that showed a wedding.” Happy admitted.

“So we’re good then? We can date without it being incestuous or forbidden?” Peter asked hopefully and wrapped an arm around you.

“I guess so. Just no PDA in front of me, okay? I don’t need to be reminded of this. Ever.” Happy asked and Peter immediately removed his arm.

“No problem, sir.” Peter replied.

“I’m glad that’s settled. Let’s get back to the family dinner.” You smiled and sat back in your seat. Everyone scrunched their face in disgust and you realized your mistake. Calling it a family dinner now that everyone knew you and Peter had kissed and nearly become cousins made everyone a little queasy.

“I, um, I apologize for my choice of words.”

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Kinknuary Day 18: Voyeurism

Pairing: Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Word Count: 8,725

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“Is she even near, Eunbi-ah?”

Eunbi faintly winces and clicks her tongue, “Come on, just be patient, babe—she’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

Her small attempts of reassurance even ignites your anxiety because you are a man who doesn’t get his time wasted, not even a second for nothing—two beliefs: time is gold and that your patience is as thin as paper—yet gladly, Eunbi’s reassuring tone and her practice of making your patient subdue such ephemeral advances and that alone, makes you appreciate her even more.

Apart from her being such an absolute gem and often you describe as the epitome of perfection, you can see how heart stands out amongst the rest—even though her physical features made you fall in love with her, it’s her personality that made you fully commit onto loving her and that’s the wonder of Kwon Eunbi.

You won't find a girl like her that can treat you like you’ve always wanted: full of love, compassion and intimacy—yes, and you won’t dare to find one because your heart is only shouting her and her only.

“Oh, Hyewon-ie’s gonna be here! Hurry, I want you to meet her, babe!” Of course, Eunbi is going to introduce you to anyone she becomes acquainted with, as she wants you to be more socially in contact with people. You’re not surprised with this, not even a single bit—you appreciate her advances towards you as she only aims to be the better version of yourself, and with that, you’re madly grateful for meeting a girl like her.

“H-Hyewon? I haven’t heard that name coming out of your mouth, Eunbi.”

Eunbi chuckles, as she flashed a contagious grin, emanating her optimism, “Yah—I mentioned for quite some time now, she’s a great friend from my college days.” She sighs heavily as her eyes probably glisten because of reminiscing her past days with her, knowing how much it probably means to her. “Glad we’re still able to keep in touch, whether it’s online or personal…”

You slowly nodded as you’re invested with her small introduction, and then thought of a lovely banter towards her. “You have so many friends, Eunbi—wonder how many more I haven’t met or maybe—” You chuckle from what you’re formulating, making Eunbi pique her curiosity as you continue, “—you’re even friends with some celebrities at this point.”

“Yah! Can’t blame myself for having a lot of contacts.” Eunbi brushes her hair off her shoulders, fixing herself as she continues, “Besides, you’ll like her—she’s shy and sweet, pretty much you, but a girl version. Also, don’t be intimidated by her look. She may look strict but that’s just how her stare is.”

Those piques your interest towards Hyewon because of her relativity towards your personality according to hers—maybe she’s a little overexaggerated but no blatant and evident lie can past and be utter on Eunbi’s own lips—that’s how angelic she is, but only if you knew what lies within…

Eunbi holds your wrists as she enthusiastically drags you towards the coffee shop that she always loves to visit and has a drink to calm her mind with. You could feel yourself smiling uncontrollably on how eager Eunbi is when it comes to introducing Hyewon to you, and with that reassurance, you’re getting yourself onto the brink of excitement, fully-invested into meeting her.

Yet, you always say this yourself and swear until the end of time: no matter how beautiful and captivating they can be, you’ll always lay your eyes and your whole love towards Eunbi and her only, no matter what happens.

This will be an interesting one and little did you know, your expectation will be surpassed by your desires and mostly, Eunbi’s.

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“H-Hi…”

“Hello, you must be Hyewon?” You continued the awkward meeting between the both of you, as you can feel how shy she is and most likely, seeing yourself in her and because of Eunbi’s excellent practice with you, you managed to initiate the better blow as you can feel herself getting comfortable.

“Yes… Y-You must be Eunbi-unnie’s boyfriend, oppa?”

“Uhm…” You fix your composure as you meet your eyes towards hers, making her more assured and interested towards you. “Y-Yeah, Hyewon… Also, how did you know?”

Hyewon just laughed a little, covering her mouth with her hands and fixing her hair, her captivating mannerisms finally making you like her as you find it presentable and attractive. “Well, Eunbi-unnie talked about you for quite s-some time, that’s why I knew you, oppa, hihi…”

Now being enlightened, you nodded with her explanation as the both of you further conversed with each other, talking about little topics as you wait for Eunbi on the counter, ordering some coffee and with more time left to wait, the anticipated drinks are now finally within both your grasps as Eunbi happily introduces Hyewon to you.

“I’m sure the both of you have talked to each other, already, since we’ve got here.” Eunbi optimistically approached the both of you while distributing your respective drinks as you thanked her, appreciating how she did it herself even though you insisted on ordering it—maybe Eunbi wanted you to really talk with Hyewon, and introduce yourself to her in your own way without her influence. “See, babe, Hyewon’s just chill—I knew you’d like her.”

You scoffed as you do agree with Eunbi—your first impression with Hyewon is that she’s mostly introverted and calm, her demeanor most likely intimidating but nonetheless, she’s composed and a little sophisticated, on your own observation. As few more laughs ensued as well as interesting topics that spice up such hooking conversations, you then asked on the most polite manner, on why did Eunbi bring you and Hyewon here and as per Hyewon’s side, is it really appropriate for her to really barge in between the both of you? Isn’t she getting jealous?

Well, Eunbi insisted herself to introduce Hyewon to you so why would she be jealous in the first place? You may doubt that there is a complete absence of jealousy that she can feel—maybe a hint of it, but nonetheless, she isn’t really that sensitive of a girl as she knows how well your boundaries are and how much you love her than anybody else.

“Well, about that…” Eunbi sips on her straw with a nice amount of such sweet concoction of coffee and cream, then continues her response. “Hyewon actually wanted to say something to you, babe so, I hope you don’t mind being on what she’s going to say.”

Hyewon then faces Eunbi as they met eyes, glaring at her as that’s not what she wanted, for now—Hyewon wanted Eunbi to direct her proposition towards you, since Eunbi’s connection to you is eternal and unbreakable, so to Hyewon’s surprise, she didn’t expect Eunbi to really change her mind as it’s too late to retaliate, and all Hyewon could do is speak as your all ears on her.

“But why me?” Hyewon whispers on Eunbi as she encourages her to just say it directly towards you, knowing she wouldn’t lose anything and you, wouldn’t mind anything she will share for you even though you’ve met her just today—it’s maybe the utter reassurance of Eunbi and your comfort towards her and yes, you like her, too.

Of course, you swore until the day you die, that you’ll love Eunbi and she’s the only woman you’ll be with but Hyewon, she’s a different breed in your own opinion—her pretty face is really what got you, brushing off that intimidating demeanor earlier as her impeccable features are pretty similar on what made you love Eunbi even more: sharp nose, oval face, porcelain skin and of course, those, plump lips.

Having the courage built up upon herself, Hyewon composed herself and made it so that you won’t feel any discomfort for her—maybe, thanking Eunbi too for her reassurance to build up such an incredible courage that led up to this moment. “I w-want to feel you, oppa…”

With a sudden embarrassment, Hyewon suddenly covered her face with her hands as she faced against you, sipping her coffee to calm her down as Eunbi scoffed a little, finding Hyewon’s attempts cute yet on the verge of ineffectiveness. Of course, you were baffled on what Hyewon had said towards you as it could mean a lot of things but being enlightened will be better, and Eunbi will do a great job with that because you trust her with all your heart.

“Ahh, babe—I haven’t really talked to you about this, I’m sorry—” Eunbi took another sip, before holding her hands to you, reassuring you that everything’s fine and nothing’s going off-track. “—but aside from introducing her, Hyewon wanted to take this opportunity to—” Eunbi looks left and right, wanting nobody to hear such sinful words except for the both of you and Hyewon as she continues, “—experience such great sex, and I know you’re a great one, babe. So, if you would want to do it with Hyewon, then it’s going to be fine.”

Well, that was all of sudden and you were caught off-guard with it. You know how Eunbi is open when it comes to talking about sexual desires and her wants but you never thought that it would lead to this moment, wanting to have sex with her friend that you barely knew anything about. Such lustful activities with Eunbi isn’t novel between the both of you—that explains how much you’ve railed her tight cunt a week ago that she couldn’t walk a day after and dumped a healthy load down her throat on a restaurant’s restroom three days ago.

Again, you’re not new to this but just in utter shock at how things immediately unfold at the speed of light and knowing how you can see the eagerness in Hyewon’s eyes, you wouldn’t dare to say know but you need further time to discuss things thoroughly. So, excusing Hyewon with Eunbi in the nicest way possible, you then hold Eunbi’s wrist and drag her to the nearest restroom possible, wanting to talk this out as you can’t possibly comprehend what’s happening right now.

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“You talked about this with Hyewon a long time ago, did you? Is this on purpose?” Your tone is sharp, wanting to question her real actions towards you as you're too flabbergasted to comprehend anything and with Eunbi’s side, she just wants to help her friend on her needs to, and that’s what she needs to explain all thoroughly to you.

“No, babe—I mean, y-yes, she did point it out but I insisted on you being that man for her, she never suggested you but with my assurance, she agreed. I’m sorry if I didn’t talk about this towards you, babe…” Eunbi lets out a sigh of relief as she feels guilty for not letting you know about this first yet your heart crumbles seeing her anxious like this—she’s your kryptonite and can’t bear to see her being on her lowest or in her possible sadness because it breaks your heart into pieces.

“I mean, Eunbi—this is just crazy, no?” Your flummoxed state didn’t help in any of your decisions to come up to a final conclusion. You just shake your head, and licked your lips, thinking of the possible decision to agree with what she offered as Eunbi reassures you right after.

“Yeah, this is crazy babe but are you willing to? It’s alright for Hyewon if you don’t want—” You the interrupt her with a snap of your fingers as she shuts her mouth, now concluding something after a well-observed round of judgment.

“I’ll say it to Hyewon herself, alright, Eunbi?”

She didn’t hesitate to nod as you came up with the right term: to say it in front of her—even though she’ll be pleased or saddened with your rejection, then it’s probably going to be better to say off what you wanted in front of her and without any time to waste, you and Eunbi got out of the restroom—of course, not in a suspicious manner since you know what people’s mind can think of these days—and came up with the final conclusion.

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“So, maybe…” You let out a deep sigh as you looked at Eunbi, and then averted towards Hyewon again, smiling as she felt assured with your faint grin. “We can do it, as long you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

Your subtle reassurance makes her smile as she can’t believe that you’ll agree with her, as you just wanted to help Hyewon even though you barely knew her, and that is mostly thanks to Eunbi. Not so long after, she interrupts too as she doubles the efforts on making Hyewon trust you as Eunbi herself pretty much involves her trust towards you when having such a loving, steamy session.

“It’s alright, Hyewon—my baby’s a great person to have fun with and she can take care of you as much as he always does to me, so, don’t be scared and trust him, okay?” Hyewon nods with a faint smile curling her lips, then saying an almost-inaudible “thank you” before you can interrupt again and strengthen Eunbi’s assuring remarks. “Yeah, don’t worry, Hyewon—I’ll stop if you want to, okay? As much as proceeding, okay?”

Your brain still can’t help to comprehend such an incredible confession about Hyewon that mostly was helped by Eunbi—you knew something’s fishy right from the start but if a lovely woman of the girl of your life wants something to be fulfilled, then you’ll gladly help her out as this is just the beginning of what could be an insane session and with your coffee’s almost halfway through and wanting to end the day with a paramount of a bliss, then you would likely oblige to your wants as you invited them to go over Eunbi’s place and god, what can they have in store for this evening…

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Hyewon’s coyness probably tends to allure you and captivate you, yet she fails to fully let you fall under her spell—not to disparage or brush off her natural captivating demeanor by that but it’s just the fact that you’re mostly investing your love towards Eunbi, but maybe, you can be enlightened if Hyewon pulled a great trick up her sleeve.

“Oh, you have such a great place, unnie—woah, this looks better than where I reside, gosh.” Hyewon’s in awe as her eyes wander around the spacious place, starstrucked on how simple yet glamorous this place is in her eyes.

“Isn’t your place great too, Hyewon? I’m sure it’s as good as this…” Eunbi replies back, feeling optimistic that Hyewon’s maybe just overexaggerating things as it’s probably great as she expected. It’s only expectation between the both of them because they haven’t really got the chance to see each other’s places but now, maybe it’s start of the time where everything going to get back on their original tracks—everything just gets unveiled, one by one, and maybe later, will lead to a bigger revelation.

“I doubt it, unnie. I mean, it’s not that bad but yours is better—”

“Ladies…” You interrupt their small talk with your manly voice, startling them a little. “Are we going to compare each other’s places or set ourselves towards the show, hm?”

Eunbi playfully slaps your stomach, as it did little-to-no-pain but regardless, you jokingly caressed it, playing how painful it is in a sarcastic way. “Don’t mind him, Hyewonnie—sometimes, he’s just getting too horny and impatient.”

“Yah! I’m not like that, Eunbi—you’re mostly the one who begs for dear life.” You bat out against her, knowing how those claims are close to being inaccurate and Eunbi’s enthusiasm taking over her, tending to probably over exaggerate things that she shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter where does it end up as both feeling are mutual—she can turn you on within a flick of her fingers as much as you do towards her, and it’s not even close to exerting effort as the both of you magnetize within each other’s touch, the last things you’ll probably see is her body pressed against yours, her heat emanating how needy she is for you.

“Don’t tell you’re not like that too, babe.” Of course, you wouldn’t act such a hypocrite to deny any of those facts as you gave up battling an argument against her.

“Okay, okay, Eunbi—I am, so—” You clicked your tongue as your eyes averted towards them, anticipating what they may have in store for the three of you. “—how are we going to start this off?”

Both of their eyes met together, almost feeling like some telekinetic energy surged through the air as they instantly knew what they wanted to do, especially Hyewon. “Well, maybe I need to say everything we have in plan, babe.”

Eunbi looks up as she tiptoes a little, just to whisper into your ear but god, that sultry, seductive voice never fails to turn you on off the roof. It’s one of your weaknesses that could literally make you submissive or in the best way possible, fall into the darkness—the darkness where it’s a void with only yourself succumbing to lust and there’s no way of returning back to the light. Now, with Eunbi leading the way, you whisper to yourself how great this can be as adrenaline is now pumping down your veins, anticipation finally kicking in to you as the night is still young and it’s only going to start.

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“Has a man done this to you, Hyewon?” Eunbi traces her dainty fingers up Hyewon’s thighs as she faintly whimper due to the sudden sensitivity she has been teasing her, and for not so long too, Eunbi averted her attention towards you, and voiced exactly what Hyewon wants and with foreplay building up, it should start small.

“What is it, Eunbi?”

“Well, can you stand and then lean against that wall, babe? Thanks, and Hyewon, kneel down in front of him.” Eunbi’s commands didn’t go deaf on both your ears and Hyewon’s as you immediately obliged to her imperative advances. Knowing the words that escaped her lips, you knew exactly what Hyewon would want as you reassure her as she still feels shy but you can see the lust behind it, and it’s only going to get better from here.

“I guess you probably know what she’ll do, babe.”

“Hah—of course I do, Hyewon kneeling down here is pretty obvious.” You respond hubristically and with your confidence and willingness about the anticipating turn of events, Hyewon faintly smiles because of the sudden surge of serotonin spiking up, feeling really confident on what she’s about to show you.

“Aren’t you going to join, Eunbi?”

Eunbi clicks her tongue, cock an eyebrow to you as she smirks, “Well, about that, I would like to observe how Hyewon does it. I’d like to give her everything I always loved and Hyewonnie—” She then squatted to become in level with Hyewon, uttering such words that could enhance the possible masterclass that Hyewon will do. “—don’t rush and make my baby feel good, okay? The most important thing here is the both of you getting pleasured and delighted.”

Eunbi’s such an incredible instructor—you mutter upon yourself as it’s always evident whenever she teaches something to someone or even just you. You love how eager and conspicuous her happiness is when it’s for the better of the people she’s attached with—it feels like she’s a gift from heaven, an angel in disguise as she’s too down-on-earth yet you know deep inside those genuine smiles of hers are the primal lust that she’s been consumed onto, and it’s not even an effort knowing it with the refulgent shining of her orns, full of lust and wants.

“You gotta undress his bottom-half first, Hyewon—I guess you know how to do it right.” With Eunbi’s command comes an immediate obligatory response: you can just see Hyewon’s hands working on unbuckling your belt and the buttons of your pants. You can see her hands shaking a little, knowing it’s her nervousness and to ease her up a little, you helped her to undress your defenses one by one yet Eunbi isn’t a fan of this, clicking her tongue and calling you out.

“Babe, let Hyewon do the job, alright? Just relax and enjoy the show.”

With Eunbi’s straight remarks, Hyewon confirms that she can finish her job herself and doesn’t need your help as she also wanted you to just indulge and voice out your satisfaction.

“You sure, Hyewon?”

“Y-Yes, oppa—I can do this…”

Now with your pants on your ankles, Hyewon’s eyes lit up with the erecting shaft that’s been captivating her under those frustrating garments, and to reassure her further, Eunbi gave her words of encouragement, saying it’s all going to be fine.

“I know this is crazy, Hyewon but trust me—he likes it, alright? All you need to do is to show us how great you can be. Consider this as your training.”

Even though Hyewon is not naïve in these kinds of situations, it still shows how nervous and how she lacks experience but nonetheless, you’re confident that she’ll do good yet you won’t get your expectations high—maybe, a little part of you may swallow those words once she latched her mouth on your swollen head but an action preceding your expectations will conclude your judgment.

Now grabbing the hem of your boxers, Hyewon undresses it as it goes down to your ankles and god, she’s eyeing your meat like she’s going to devour it as her eyes glistening with hunger and lust says enough. Her gorgeous, black orbs analyzes every length that she sees as she coos in amazement, genuinely excited on how your length could feel inside and most importantly, how incredible it looks in front of her.

“Oh my god, unnie…” Hyewon slowly palmed your thighs as she’s still flummoxed with your length, unable to articulate anything but just in awe. “He’s so big…”

Eunbi chuckles as she bites her lips right after, worshiping your succulent meat right on her sight with only her eyes. “He’s indeed big, Hyewon. That’s the most perfect cock you’ll ever laid your eyes upon and you’ll see why I’m so addicted to it…”

Giving the green light to Hyewon, she then wrapped her digits around your rod, feeling how its warmth already made you euphoric as she stroked it a little, a faint moan escaping your lips because of it.

“I’d consider lubricating his shaft with your saliva, Hyewon. You wouldn’t want a man you’re sucking to have a painful burn with rough strokes.” Eunbi suggests towards Hyewon as she’s absolutely right—rough strokes are the bane of your existence as lubrication will make anything feel a hundred times better. With all of that, Hyewon managed to still question something that makes Eunbi a little bit confused.

“But isn’t it not too bad if I stroked it like that, unnie?”

“It’s never bad but the lubrication is still needed, of course. It helps the man and the won’t just excrete fluids on their own. Also—” Eunbi pointed out the slit of your swollen head, leaking with that colorless liquid and with that in sight, she wouldn’t want Hyewon to waste a single drop off that.

“There you go, trace a little of that and taste it. You could suck it if you want more intimacy, Hyewon.”

“Ooh~” Hyewon coos, finding it gratifying tasting one of your treasured nectars as she licks her index finger clean after collecting a desirable amount.

“How did it taste, Hyewon?” Eunbi’s interest is piqued as Hyewon can’t stop squealing, too focused on admiring your shaft with leisure strokes and playful swipes on your head.

“A bit salty, unnie—I like it.” Without wasting any time with just collecting and teasing, her lips then part onto your shaft as she planted wet kisses onto every inch of it, not leaving anything blessed with her intimate pecks. She grew impatient due to her hunger for cock, and eventually, she latched her lips onto your swillen cockhead and started sucking it, your sensitivity now off the roof as it’s actually great considering how much pleasurable it was than what you expected. She swirls her tongue to add up to the heat of the moment and god, she’s a natural at this as she alternates between doing that and sucking just the tip, leaving small streams of saliva on your shaft and some on the corners of her mouth.

With the constant flicks of her tongue onto the frenulum and then going deeper as she gives in to her debauchery masterclass, Hyewon is a gifted woman with a gifted mouth, and she can make you moan like Eunbi can, then it’s just safe to say that she’s incredible at giving you head yet this is only the beginning of a spectacular show that’s about to unfold.

“Such a natural, hm, Hyewon? Why don’t you try and go deeper, hm?” Eunbi fixes her beautifully-tied pigtails, gaining a better leverage onto instructing Hyewon. “He loves it whenever I go deep and hear those moans he makes? That means he’s loving this, so, keep it up…”

Wanting to go deeper herself, she tries what Eunbi wanted her to do as greed took over her, taking your whole length slowly as she bobs her head frantically, eventually gagging on the spot. It’s becoming too much for Hyewon and with that, such a euphoric session has been abruptly stopped, herself ejecting out of your length as she coughs a little, becoming too risky to take it whole and greed putting a nail to the coffin.

“Hyewon, you shouldn’t take his cock like that deep immediately. You should be slow and patient and work your way deeper.” Eunbi caresses Hyewon’s hair as she reassures her and knowing Hyewon wouldn’t give up that easily, she opted to take you in again and following Eunbi’s advice for extreme pleasure and gratification between the both of you. Now, with her patience taking over her, she laps her tongue onto to your tip and took only half of your length in which, resulted into your brain going haywire again due to the pillowy softness of her mouth and the warmth enveloping over it—not to mention the hint of pain cause by the serrated culprit, which is her teeth that lives up to your guilty pleasure of masochism.

She bobs her head at such a moderate pace, unlike the greed earlier that made her suffer from her actions as every second that passes is savored between the both of you, each of your carnal desires slowly corrupting the both of you, descending towards the darkness—that damn darkness akin to the lustful void you’ve dived yourself into. Her hands aren’t idle as she knew the basic fundamentals of a great blowjob: to fondle your balls with care as a little stimulation is enough to make your knees weak and her warm palm sharing its emanating heat within your skin, caressing it slowly as her touch is as tantamount as her mouth giving away the greatest gratification possible. Eunbi is in awe on how she’s doing an incredible job, slobbering all over your length and slurping on it like she’s been deprived on it for months now—technically, that’s the case and whether it’s figurative or literal, it’s always evident how a girl is hungry for something with the sounds that resonates around your ear.

“God, you look so fucking hot sucking his dick, Hyewonnie. Look at yourself too—” Eunbi averted her eyes towards the mess Hyewon has created all over her clothes, her cleavage and her mouth, such drool capable for any person to think how much Hyewon is enjoying the succulent taste of your shaft as Eunbi was right, Hyewon’s going to be addicted by this for dear life. Eunbi continues to stroke Hyewon’s dark locks as she praises her because of her incredible work and with her confidence going up, she’s now introducing an incredible pace as she hollows her cheeks for a vacuum-like suction, taking more than a half of your length now and frantically bobbing her head, signaling how she’s giving in to primal urges and desires. She slobbered all over your dick like it’s her last, and savored every moment of it, even if it means for her to gag multiple times yet even though she fights the urge to pull out, she inevitably can’t as she ejects her warm mouth out of your raging length, coughing a little as the mess she’s made is now copious than it was earlier—her lipstick smudging onto the vicinity of the base of your shaft, strings of saliva connected onto your swollen head and then her mouth, and her makeup running down her cheeks due to the tears of her constant gags from earlier, making her a disheveled mess.

“You a-alright, Hyewon?” You grew concerned as she seems struggling to breathe because of her hostile nature on slobbering over your length that oxygen became the profound enemy yet she states that she’s fine, and that makes sigh in relief.

“Oppa’s c-cock is just too b-big to handle…”

Eunbi laughs as she smiles at Hyewon, knowing that she’ll soon say that as it’s damn true—even Eunbi struggles to tame that beast within you, even with plethora of times that she’s taken you down her throat, she still constantly struggles due to the gifted length and girth you have. Of course, not even Hyewon complains but rather, loving it because of how she can manage to push her limits off to what she can possibly do, and you, a great example to help her with that.

“It’s alright, Hyewon. You’re a natural at this—keep that up and make him cum, alright? I know he’s pretty close…” Eunbi cocks an eyebrow at Hyewon, signaling her to give everything she has as you know you’re near on your release yourself—and it’s pretty impressive how Eunbi knows how near your approaching orgasmic trance will be, considering how your relationship and herself knowing tiny details about you makes up to her accurate prediction. Maybe it’s not even a prediction at this point, more so, a gut feeling and the visible throbbing of your shaft making her know of your near release and god, it’s just awfully close.

Hyewon isn’t just going to stare at your dick like it’s a long-lost artifact she piqued her interest in, yet instead, she converts that arousal into actions as she continues to suck you off, like a popsicle that can’t get enough. With her constant fondling of your sensitive balls and her ruthless pace onto your shaft, you can’t possibly contain the profanities escaping your mouth as you voice how great Hyewon’s oral service is and with those green lights being muttered, she picks up the pace and further brings you in closer to your high. Her feverish strokes onto the base of your shaft further puts you on the edge of release as Eunbi encourages Hyewon to keep up the good work as she bites her lip in satisfaction, feeling gratified with erotic sight of Hyewon gagging and slobbering over his boyfriend’s perfect cock.

“Also, Hyewon, make eye contact with him. That’s important because with your eyes, you can portray multiple emotions all at once.” Such striking details won’t get passed by Eunbi’s judgmental approach towards the eroticism the both of you emanate and again, it’s goddamn true—such an intimate and endearing look between the both of you can indeed portray a plethora of emotions that can rather increase the quality of pleasure. With Eunbi’s advice, Hyewon then locks her gaze onto yours as all you can see is how engaged she is, full of lust as every bob portrays her willingness to do this and your anticipated load.

It wouldn’t last that long even if you want to savor her warmth for hours as suddenly, your dam broke loose.

“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum, Hyewon, Eunbi—fuck, shit!”

Now with Hyewon still blowing you with a ruthless face, Eunbi formulates an idea faster than the speed of light as her oral expertise comes into play, offering a proposition. “Pull out if you want him to paint your face or keep bobbing if you want his load deep down your throat, okay, Hyewon?”

Hyewon eagerly nods as she keeps sucking you off, signaling that she wants your load as deep as possible. She then submerges her whole mouth onto your length, up to the back of her throat as she gags constantly but Eunbi guides her, her hands pushing Hyewon’s head until her lips meet the base of your shaft, reaching incredible depths that she thought was nigh-impossible. Now, with Hyewon’s hands gripping your thighs onto dear life and her tight throat constricting around your length, you couldn’t hold it much longer as you shoot thick spurt if your delectable seed, filling it up to the brim as she takes it all like a good girl, despite her constant gagging and her breaths being restricted because of your whole length. Eunbi didn’t influence much, as she lets go of her grip on Hyewon’s head as soon as you voice out your blissful release and ultimately, you do short thrusts into her mouth to keep your orgasm extended but the inevitable will soon happen as it slowly dies, catching your breath from your euphoric trance. Hyewon then pulls out immediately as Eunbi directs her to not swallow it yet and commends her excellent blowjob yet of course, Eunbi not utterly impressed (she still appreciates Hyewon’s efforts but not that much) as she didn’t get her expectation up, since Hyewon isn’t really used to this but nonetheless, she showed her great capabilities and her natural talent.

“Don’t swallow and stick your tongue out to him. Show him the healthy load he has given you.” Again, for like the hundredth time, Hyewon does as she's been told, sticking out her tongue towards you as she’s proud about the creamy load you gave her and with her innocent eyes building up the oxymoron of this filthy mess she has gone into. Now, incredibly aroused and in awe with her beautiful, disheveled visage, you then commanded her to swallow as Eunbi didn’t mind it, knowing you have the control over her too and god, her face and its expression after eagerly swallowing your creamy load is such an arousing as you couldn’t ask more.

This was just one of the few things they have up their sleeve and you’re absolutely into the game, wanting more as your carnal desires are the obvious culprits of your horniness.

“Did it taste good, Hyewon?”

“It d-does, unnie—it’s so creamy and a l-little sweet…” She replies back with a faint smile on her face, still catching her breath due to the intense blowjob session that has ensued.

“Hyewon—I c-can’t believe you’re a natural at this.” Of course, you can’t really comprehend how good she is as you didn’t expect her to be this daring and great and you wouldn’t complain for various and obvious reasons. With your compliment, Hyewon blushed a little as she felt grateful being constantly acknowledged with her skills yet of course, you can see the lust burning on her eyes as she wanted more, and you wouldn’t dare to really stop her on that because you wanted more yourself.

“Well, maybe it’s time for the main event, babe…” Eunbi then stood up from her previous kneeling position as Hyewon does it too right after, knowing what the future may hold once Eunbi said those specific words.

“Are you sure with this, Hyewon?” You still feign hesitance, knowing that it may seem uncomfortable with Hyewon and maybe even Eunbi that you’re going to have some filthy sex with her friend yet all of your thoughts contradicts on what they want—Eunbi insisted you to have her own permission for the best experience for her friend and Hyewon, starting this alone means that she’s comfortable with you and it grew better considering how your small moans of pleasure increased her confidence and your reassurance that made her feel better.

“See, Hyewon wants it, babe—don’t keep her waiting.” Noticing how eager Hyewon had been, she then puts a little bit of a show in front of you, stripping her clothing so leisurely that it’s agonizing to watch considering you want to see her impeccable features badly, as soon as possible. Knowing this, Eunbi has a different thought in mind and decides to step in to the show, interrupting her Hyewon’s spectacular masterclass as you frowned a little because of it.

“No, Hyewon, I think my baby needs to strip for you, how about that?” Being enlightened with Eunbi’s proposition, Hyewon herself can’t really turn that down because that thought alone arouses her, and with her pleading eyes captivating you to do what Eunbi has told, you didn’t hesitate to fulfill everyone’s needs as you came up to Hyewon, inching dangerously close towards her as you palm the straps of her brown, cotton dress and lets gravity do the work, letting it run a little, dropping it below her shoulders. You can feel her hot breath against yours as she voiced her satisfaction with the way you’re stripping her—slowly and surely, unbuttoning her dress one by one as you whisper how good she's been earlier and in return, she voice how juicy and addicting you were.

“I guess you’re so gifted, oppa—your cock is amazing—oh fuck…”

“You’re a natural too, Hyewon. Maybe a few more improvements then you’ll be on par like your unnie.”

With the heated tension between the both of you, Eunbi manages to bat out how incredibly arousing the sight is, sharing how that’s probably the sight between you and Eunbi everytime the both of you get sexually heated against each other.

“That’s how hot we probably look when we get heated, right, babe?”

“Yeah, Eunbi—kinda want to see the sight too but I guess I don’t need it anymore.” Well, it’s evident and obvious because you’re literally in the front seat of a splendid show between you and Hyewon. Now, with the last button restraining her to let her impeccable beauty be visible with your eye, you slowly unbuttoned and god, you’re instantly blessed with her hourglass figure and a scrumptious sight of her tight body: slender, small waist flexing a little of her abdominal muscles, her perky yet large mounds that’s been contained with a brown, strapless bra and her probably dripping pussy covered with a brown-laced thong, that’s complimenting the colors of her outfit. You were starstrucked with her incredible figure as much as Eunbi is, and with that, you can’t help but palm her hips and admire every inch of her delectable features, probably mouth-watering at the sight of it and imprinting a picture on your mind.

“Foreplay is part of having a great session of sex, Hyewon. So, if he caresses and feels her touch all over your body, feel free to voice out how good it is, okay?”

Hyewon nods as you start to strip the last defenses concealing her pure beauty, flicking and letting everything run from her smooth skin and gravity doing the work. With her last bit of clothing now onto the floor, deeming it useless, you take a look to admire her beautiful features again but this time, her apparent nipples and her glistening pussy is now visible, making you even riled up as your cock inevitably twitches from the sight. You then undress your clothing, making everything mutual between the both of you and as you do so, you ask Eunbi another question that will surely intrigue her and make everything even spicier.

“Don’t you want to join us, Eunbi?”

“Yeah, unnie—it would be really good if you join us here with us.‘

As much as Eunbi wants to join, there are two things that are stopping her from her desires and it’s for the better on all parties: firstly, she wanted to instruct Hyewon what’s the best ways to make the session best for both worlds and some techniques that can make her a greater fuck; and second, she badly wanted to watch someone having sex and any sexual activities as that thought (not anymore) turns her on incredibly well that she just wants to watch everything unfolds within her eyes’ reach—talk about peak voyeurism, then its paramount on her mind right now.

“I’d rather watch and make the best of Hyewon, but thanks though—hey, proceed, babe…”

You’re quicker than a predator catching prey, your clothes now off and deeming it useless as you approach Hyewon, pinning her slowly as you grasp her waist and onto the bed. Hyewon trusts you with all her heart as her eyes glistens with need and you immediately can sense how much she wanted this for a long time, so, without depriving her from your touch, you brush your swollen head onto her labia, teasing her as she cries in her own sensitivity and utmost pleasure. Wanting to build up the anticipation and to be gentle with her, you further tease her glistening lips and this time, adding some fingers to stimulate her further, her moans now increasing in volume because of the pleasure coursing down her veins.

“May I, Hyewon?” Your hands then coursed its way onto the bedsheets and then, towards her stomach, as you asked her permission for mutual understanding and agreement.

“Please d-do, oppa—oh gosh, fu—fuck…” Given the green light, you immediately palmed a handful of her breasts as you fondle them, caressing her mounds and feeling its softness is such an addicting act and with that, you can’t really find yourself to let go of it and continue what you’re best at. Her moans really fuels you to let out your deepest desires, stimulating her further as you latch your mouth onto her neck, giving it small pecks that lets her know how much you’re loving this and of course, to further elevate the heat emanating around the bedroom.

“Let it all out, Hyewon—let your voice be the fuel for him to further fuck you and babe—” Eunbi palms your skin, from the back as she leisurely ran her hands down your buttcheeks, caressing it as her touch further arouses you. She didn’t waste a single second and voice out what’s the best for the both of you. “—give her the fucking she absolutely deserves, alright? Want to see how you’ll ruin an incredibly beautiful girl like her…”

With Eunbi’s green light and the urge to further indulge to your own primal debauchery, you further inform Hyewon that it’s about time for the climax as she doesn't even hesitate to nod and agree and with a single flash of light, you plunge your length slowly inside her. The both of you groaned in the mix of pain and pleasure, as each other’s elements of a great, pleasurable intercourse checks all boxes and it’s just way too euphoric to be true. You now start to ensue such a sluggish pace, moving your hips in tandem with her angelic moans that bless everybody’s ears as you grasp her shoulders for a leverage onto a better quality of your thrusts.

“God—Hyewon, you’re so fucking tight—oh fuck!”

“You’re b-big too, oppa—ahh, oh my—ahh, fuck!!”

As you voice out such intense spikes of pleasure and lustful feeling against each other, Eunbi then voiced how incredible the sight is and how goddamn arousing to watch your length suddenly disappearing inside her wet folds as it hypnotizes her, the slow movements you’re ensuing finally making her realize how hot to watch sex scenes with you are.

“Damn, babe—look at her eyes. She’s starting to see stars at this point, god—also, keep that pace for now babe and Hyewon—” Hyewon then averted her eyes towards Eunbi that just had joined on the bed, feeling too much pleasure and drowsy as Eunbi stroked her hair again, making her feel reassured that she’s taking you well and that alone, makes her plant a smile of satisfaction. “—you’re doing good, okay? Keep that up and it’s only to get better from here.”

She then holds your arms for leverage to fight the pleasure and to further admire the filthy mess that has been created since the time you’ve plunged your entire length in her. The constant jiggles of her buttcheeks and her thighs makes such an arousing sight as it hypnotizes you and to top off with that, her cunt spills her treasured nectar very often that it’s getting much easier to thrust inside her in an incredible pace and of course, to coat the vicinity of your nether regions with Hyewon’s own fluids. With a newly-profound pace, you kept your mind clouded onto giving her such a spectacular feeling as every thrust does wonder on both your brains, mostly Hyewon’s since it has been a while since she had one and god, the faces she makes and the eye contact she does whenever you withdraw, and then slammed back in her is alluring and arousing.

With a paramount of an erotic sight being done thanks for the both of you, Eunbi can’t even help herself from getting turned on and decided to take this as an opportunity to derive pleasure from it. You didn’t even see Eunbi, nor even sense her stripping her clothing as you’re too busy giving Hyewon such hammering thrusts that makes her escape more alluring and sexy moans that just add up to the gasoline of the flames of lust inside you. Because of your rampant oscillations, Hyewon couldn’t contain anything as she’s on the verge of screaming because of the incredible surge of pleasure running down on her. She then wrapped her legs all around your waist in order to lock in with your thrusts and to not pull out, wanting her cunt constantly rammed in with your whole length as the wet squelching of it even adds to the symphony of erotic sounds that became music to each other’s ears.

With such a sinful sight of event turning into a pandemonium of filthy events and cacophonous sounds of moans and groans, it wouldn’t take long for the room to get heated up onto its hottest state as the constant clashing of bodies became apparent and made such a big difference. You didn’t even got the chance to know if Eunbi is still there on your back, watching the both of you—maybe even her presence alone—as you became so invested with Hyewon’s tight cunt that you could literally fuck her for days.

Well, that could be possible but we don’t know if Eunbi can even agree on that, or maybe even Hyewon herself.

“Fuck m-me harder, oppa—please—fuck!!”

You then double the efforts of your thrusts as her legs pull you even closer towards hers, initiating an intimate kiss that made her realize how she’s been deprived of this and how badly she wanted this. You immediately reciprocate onto the kiss as Eunbi even encourages the both of you to up the ante of the liplock, now sharing such intimacy and torrid pecks that further heats up the environment of this puny room.

“Love how his lips feel, Hyewon?” Eunbi asks with a smirk painting her face and eagerly, Hyewon nodded as it became the immediate response from hers as they completely indulge into the intimacy of the kiss but eventually, they pull out because of the oxygen running out. You didn’t waste time as you came back to your original pace, withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, making her whimper in need and the utmost pleasure. You then thrust in her hard enough for your balls to slap against her constantly clenching puckered hole as you eye onto it, wanting that to be the next target as the thought of railing her from behind and fucking her ass is such an arousing though—well, you should probably focus on further onslaught of harsh thrusts into Hyewon’s wet, tight hole begging for another load because of its constant clenches.

You know how close she is as Eunbi can sense it too—her constant whimper in need and her eyes begging to sully her are one of the strongest evidences that someone fully-indulge themselves onto their own carnal desires and soon enough, she will be gifted because you can feel that familiar sensation in your loins knocking onto the door of your damn, about to break it apart and let everything loose again.

“Fuck her harder, baby—she’s about to cum and look at her—fuck, you look so fucking hot getting fucked into oblivion, Hyewon.”

Hyewon can’t really articulate to say anything now as the pleasure she’s been experiencing is on it's all-time high—you couldn’t blame her and neither can Eunbi: herself getting pounded into an absolute state of bliss is an evident reason for her unable to think straight and knowing the inevitable will soon come, you gave her the best final thrusts your hips can muster.

“Oppa—I’m g-gonna c-cum—ahh, fuck!!”

“God—m-me too, Hyewon—fuck, this pussy is—ahh, fuck!”

Eunbi is in utter shock, is surprised with two things—she didn’t think that Hyewon would last this long with an incredible dick of yours and second and this is where she was genuinely surprised, is the fact that you’re going to cum pretty earlier than what she expected.

Enough of that talk, with a few more thrusts, Hyewon immediately moaned out beautifully as she voices her euphoric high, creaming onto your cock like it’s her last as her thighs quiver in every spasm she does when attaining her orgasm. Her nectar immediately coated everything in its vicinity: the bed sheets, your balls, your constantly-pumping length and both of your thighs and clearly too arousing to handle and it’s such a sight to behold and treasure. Your high, didn’t come late as she locks her legs around your waist, wanting you to fill her up to the hilt as you do so, burying your entire length in her as you let out series of pleasure-laced moans and of course, shooting thick shots of your seed inside her tight, velvety cunt. You could just feel yourself submerging onto the euphoric state of bliss, the highest amongst all gratification as you can’t comprehend how good it felt and after it slowly died, you slowly pulled out of her tightness and watch your hard work seep out of her freshly-fucked pussy.

“God—t-that was a lot, babe…”

After comprehending the sudden pleasure you just indulge yourself into, you then quickly come back to your senses as when you’re going to apologize, Hyewon interrupts you with a reassuring smile as she wanted this all along.

“Don’t w-worry, oppa—I wanted this and I took a pill before t-this.”

So, she knew this may work long ago? Why did Eunbi get to make it clandestine against you?—These thoughts wander around your brain yet dismiss them as soon as you see how a show-stopper Hyewon’s sight is: completely ruined, a disheveled mess and enervated because of your own doings. Knowing how great Hyewon took you in, Eunbi smiled at her proudly, happy for her to experience such an elevating act that’s more than greatness thanks to you.

“It feels good right, Hyewon?”

“Yeah, u-unnie—hah, oppa’s so good…” Hyewon exasperatedly voiced out how great the session was as she fell limp, recovering from her recent high all achieved thanks to you. Eunbi then smiled at you with glee because of what you gave her friend for and she’s happy that everybody’s needs has been fulfilled yet of course, Eunbi herself wouldn’t just be the audience of your own show, she would like to be the part of it and there’s no better feeling in the whole world rather than fulfilling such needs of these hot women in front of you and maybe, it’s just going to get better from here.

“You can lay down, Hyewon and watch us—” Eunbi undresses her clothes swiftly as she brushes her hair hubristically as her confidence peaks off the roof. “—because I’ll show you how real freaks get to fuck each other.”

Well, of course, it’ll end up here and like you said earlier, the night is still young and with that being said, maybe everything is just going to get better from here as there’s more opportunities up your sleeves and it will all start within somebody.

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