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Joseph Quinn’s Other Characters Fics (Series/One-Shots) - I

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Joe and Joseph are fucking killing me here dude! I don't like men with beards! I don't! But this man and Joseph... fuck me

How are we feeling Older!Steve ?

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There are so many characters that you can imagine this with. So many! My first thought was Steve and then it went to Eddie after 2/3 of this post

Can I Try Something?

Warnings: 18+ explicit content. Minors DNI.

Literally no plot . Unprotected PinV (wrap it). Face slapping. Biting. Established relationship. Very long and for what?

Summary: He wants to try something a bit newer for you both. You’re more than happy to partake.

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There’s a limbo period in a blossoming relationship. That moment between the milestones that have now been reached, and knowing everything about each other. You were in that phase. That phase where you love to kiss and do frequently, but you’ve only just discovered that sucking his bottom lip into your mouth makes his eyes roll back in his head. That phase where he loves to trail his lips down your neck, but has yet to find that spot that turns your legs to jelly - it lurks in the shadows, waiting for the skim of his lips to shine their torch there. You’re figuring things out about each other all the time, together, and you both fucking love it.

There’s a newness to you two still. It’s beautifully exciting, but can sometimes leave space for uncertainty and…hesitation. You can and do communicate well, and you’re always sure to make each other feel comfortable and safe - but there’s that small whisper in the background that breathes life into the flame that is nervousness.

It’s ironic really. He could be inside of you, and you’d hesitate on whether to pull his hair. Where’s the logic? He could be taking you from behind, as deep as he could go, and he’d hold himself back from landing a smack to your ass. What if you didn’t like it? (You did, he realised one day after his brain lost the race against his body. He’d struck you like it was a reflex, gripping the flesh afterwards soothingly, apology ready on his tongue - but you’d mewled and your elbows had buckled beneath you so you were face down in his pillows, back arched and clenching around him. He’d never held back on that again.)

It was never awkward, though, even when what should be awkward moments happened. He’d shown you that sex could be giggly, relaxed, even playful - you could talk through it if you needed. It wasn’t as performative as you’d once believed, and that, you learned, was where that line of true intimacy and vulnerability was drawn. You both basked in it. He wanted to see you as much as you did him; every reaction, every noise, every pulse, every twitch. You wanted to learn each other.

He was fucking into you at a slow but intense pace, hips meeting yours and rolling. One hand was intertwined with yours, forearm holding him up, and the other was cupping your breast, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your pebbled nipple. Your free hand roamed his back and up into his hair to tug (you’d found that he loved that as much as you loved a spank after you’d one day thrown caution to the wind and tried it. He’d groaned into your mouth and it had sent your body tingling). You were teetering more on the line of making love this evening, you thought. It was passionate and overwhelming in the best way.

You were breathing each other’s air. His mouth was hung open and ghosted over yours that mirrored his, relieved sighs and needy gasps ping ponging between you. Your bodies slid over each other’s, skin slick with sweat so that you couldn’t tell who’s was who’s. Your legs were hitched around his hips, ankles hooking into the meat of his ass to keep him pulled to you. His hand that was caressing your chest slid down your body to your thigh, gripping to move it higher up his waist and digging his nails into the flesh. His pace quickened slightly as he attached his damp forehead to yours, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

“Look at me” he mumbled against you, “let me see you, c’mon” and your hand was squeezed harder in his. You hadn’t realised your eyes had closed, and you shot them open embarrassingly quick at his request. He’d noticed this before, how you’d follow instructions - do what he asked. Sometimes, he was sure he could ask you to do just about anything for him, and he wondered what desire he’d have that you wouldn’t fulfil.

“Hi” he chuckled, chest swelling when he found your fucked out eyes drinking him in.

“Hi” you breathe out and you’re smiling, all hazy and blissed out. He hums and nuzzles his nose with yours. God, he was so far gone with you. Nuzzling noses? Not in a million years did he think he’d be doing that with anyone. But now he had to. He had these strange pulls to show you affection in so many different ways in a day. Whether that was a slap to your ass or a nuzzle of your noses, an engulfing hug or a stroke to your hair; it was as though his feelings bubbled too much in the pot, spilling over and bleeding into any physical touch that the moment would allow. He had days where he wanted to gently litter you in kisses, and days where he wanted to absolutely ruin you - but it all brewed from the same place.

He watches as your eyes lull with every thrust he gives you, mewls leaving you as you get close. You’re starting to pulse around him, the backs of his hand and neck now are decorated with half crescent moons where your nails are starting to dig into his skin, legs tightening further around him to give you leverage as you move with him, searching for your orgasm. That’s his cue, his fingers know it before he does as they leave your thigh to skim across your stomach and descend, finally swirling circles into your clit. Your wetness makes his pace easy, moving quickly and toying with you just right. You clench. He grits his teeth. You’re getting closer.

“Ohh…yeah? I can feel that, baby. Good girl” he groans out, nosing at your cheek and pressing a kiss there. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a gasp, arm coming to tighten around his shoulders to keep him to you. But he’s retreating slightly. Pace slowing.

“Noo, no. Look at me. I’ve asked you once now, don’t make me ask again” he says, softly, but there’s an edge to it. He wants to keep the intensity of this. Your eyes drag open, half lidded and your back arches as you let out a whine. His head tilts. You liked that: the warning. He liked it too. He wonders how far to go with it…and there it is, that hesitation. He distracts himself instead by bringing the fingers that were in your folds to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Please, faster. Please. I’m so close” you beg, nails raking his shoulders and head thrown back into the pillows. He braces himself with his newly free hand, which is wet with his spit but he doesn’t care. The angle he shifts to makes the muscles in his back ripple and you can feel it beneath your fingertips as he follows you down to connect your lips, and your mouths greedily mesh together.

It’s all tongues and ragged breathing, messy and broken with moans and he’s fucking into you harder. His hand detangles from yours only to re-tangle into your hair, pulling to position your head where he wants you. You suck his lip into your mouth (as you now know he loves) and his hips stutter, fingers tightening in your locks. He’s pulling your head back down so the crown of your skull is almost flat to the pillow, arching your neck back and his eyes blow at the sight.

He dips his head and licks a flat, long stripe up the centre of your throat that he keeps bared for him, up over your chin and back to your lips. Again. Again. And again. He’s like a starving man, panting as he laps up your skin. He pulls back to blow on the saliva mapped area and you shudder at the cooling sensation it gives you on your hot skin, eyes fluttering shut once again. A harsh thrust causes them to fly open.

“You’re testing me, sweetheart” he raises his eyebrows at you, gaze hardening and your eyes widen - cunt tightening.

“‘M sorry. Just feels good” you mumble, your lust filled eyes are seemingly hypnotised by his lips. He pecks yours lazily. Absentmindedly. He’s deep in thought.

“Yeah? Just feels too good?” His forehead connects with yours and you feel your face flush. There’s a pause. “Can I try something?”

Your eyes reconnect with his and your gaze is questioning. His are warm, but alive. He’s grinding softly into you, small movements, keeping your body simmering. You breathe out a shaky, “what?”

“If you keep shutting those pretty eyes away from me, you’ll have a consequence” he states, voice low. He drops another soft peck to your lips and then another two atop of your cheeks under your lower lash line, as if underlining his rule.

Consequence. It’s something you’ve both mentioned briefly before, but you’ve never delved. Like other things discussed, there was a waiting game on the moment to introduce it. Lots of things left to experiment with, but wanting to find that right time to try it that fit the moment.

You’d been having sex together for a small while now, and other things that come with learning a new body and how it ticked distracted you both. The pair of you would lose yourselves in each other, and there were worse problems to have, you figure. But this? This was one of those times, one of those moments to try something new - the atmosphere you had both created would welcome what he wanted to test. It was ricocheting around his brain and he was finally biting the bullet. “If you don’t like it, even a little bit, tell me straight away and we’ll never try it again. Hmm?”

He studies your face as you nod up at him, you’re gnawing your bottom lip and gazing at him with a look that makes him grip the sheets by your head. It’s adoring and laced with excitement. He senses no apprehension, but he’s still needing to check that you’re sure, his eyes flitting between yours carefully.

“Yeah?” He’s asking. He wants to hear you vocalise it.

“Yes please” you nearly rush out the whisper. Please. Goddamit. You don’t even realise what you’ve just done to him as you strain your neck upwards for another kiss. This one is sloppy, deep and desperate: you’re hurrying him up.

Your legs twitch as you try not to shift your hips up into him, the word consequence awakening a reluctance and you find yourself wanting to…please him? Be good for him? Do as he asks? Something. It hazes your mind. He hasn’t asked you to move - but he’s still nudging shallow, slow circles of his hips into you and it’s not enough now.

He’s on the same wavelength, luckily. The hardly there movements are nice, but he needs more. Once he’s satisfied that you’re sure, positive that he has your permission, he’s pulling out of you and he feels the drag of your walls against his cock, hugging him tightly, almost protesting the idea of him leaving - and then he’s snapping his hips forward, thrusting sharply back into you. So hard it moves you even further up the bed. Your hand shoots up above your head to brace yourself against the headboard and you let out a cry.

“Yeah, right there baby - oh fuck - please, please” you strain out to him, your fingers gripping to the wood of the board behind you as he rails you. Your head lolls to the side, eyes flickering up to the ceiling as they roll back into your skull. That’s not good enough for him.

“Look” thrust. “At” thrust. “Me” thrust.

You’re whimpering, eyes locking onto his as he plants both of his hands on either side of your head and rises above you slightly to help him drive into you. The pace is relentless, but now and again he’s stilling at the hilt and grinding his hips against you, his pubic bone and thatch of hair hitting your clit and stimulating you just right.

Practically purring, you’re gripping onto his forearms now, clawing at them as your thoughts are just him him him. The sounds of your wetness squelching as he gyrates, followed by the sound of slapping skin as he returns to pounding into you would have you embarrassed if it wasn’t so intoxicating. If it wasn’t him doing this to you. You cry out again as he hits that spot that makes your toes curl, and he can feel your whole body convulse.

“There we go” He hisses out as your back arches. He can feel your swollen spot against his tip and he hammers it, jaw clenching as he watches you writhe beneath him. You’d made the decision together only recently to really feel him, condoms discarded, and once he’d felt you without a barrier he was hooked. The feeling of your ridges grazing along his cock, your wet warmth gripping him oh so snugly; it was unlike anything else for him. For you, feeling him stretch you out and twitch inside you as he’d come deeply and paint your walls - it was mind consuming. It was intimacy.

“Good girl” he whispers, the back of his hand breezing from your temple to your cheek. You hold his wrist and lean into his touch. It’s so gentle, a great contrast to the way he’s fucking into you. His chest heaves as he gazes down at you, eyes roaming your features, watching you fall apart while he’s trying his best not to; his arms are flexing and shoulder blades rippling as he tries to hold off his orgasm. He could honestly blow at any minute with the sight of you laying out beneath him like this.

You look fucked as he feels. Your eyes are glassy and hair is splayed in wild disarray around you, lips swollen and hanging agape, skin sheening with sweat. He’s suddenly leaning down to bite your lip as though he can’t help himself, rising back upwards again and taking it with him as far as it will stretch before letting it snap back. He’s watching. Waiting. Like a hawk. He knows it’s going to happen soon, your sweet moans becoming breathy. You’re lost in it - in him. He hums.

And it happens. Your eyes flutter and they’re closing. He rearranges himself so that his weight is held by just one arm now and his body feels electric. He’s nervous, but also so fucking excited.

His hand cracks against your cheek.

Your head snaps to the side, the other side of your face connecting with the pillow below. A strangled gasp leaves you after a moment, the sting tingling across your cheek and your mouth opening in shock. It spreads through your body, heat causing the coil to tighten in your stomach and travel down to your cunt. You’re clamping around him.

“Hey, you with me?” His palm delicately smooths over your buzzing cheek, thumb swiping back and forth, his lips coming to pepper light kisses there, before his fingers hook under your chin to gently coax your face to him, “babe?”

Your eyes are wild when they connect with his, dark. Your breathing is deep, cunt still throbbingly encasing his cock. He’s confused; your body’s reaction is conflicting with your lack of response. He didn’t do it as hard as he could’ve, but it was enough to move your face and he suddenly fears he’s gone too far. Panic starts to set in, and he’s moving to pull out.

You stop him.

Your hands hook around his shoulders before he can leave you empty, and one leg applies pressure to his ribs to tip him over to the side so he’s lying next to you. Facing you. His eyes are searching. You readjust so he fills you completely again, coming forward to swipe your nose against his and settle your foreheads together, copying his actions from before and his body relaxes. You begin to rock against him almost desperately, grinding down and whimpering. One of his arms comes around your back, splaying across your rib cage, and the other continues it’s soothing of your cheek. Your hands are in his hair, tugging furiously.

“Do it again” you pant out against his lips and god he nearly chokes on his own moans. His mouth spreads into a playful smile. Almost a proud one - a smug one.

“Aren’t you gonna say please?” He asks, tilting his head at you almost condescendingly. Cocky bastard. You whine frustratedly, pulling him forward by his hair to lap into his mouth but he pulls away, tongue in cheek. “Guess not” he tuts.

You don’t have long to miss his contact. His palm is smacking across your cheek again, harder, and he reels when you audibly sigh against his mouth before smashing your lips against his again. His tongue finds yours and you’re moving faster against him. His fingers that were splayed across your ribs migrate to trace down your spine, featherlight. Further down. Lower. There. He’s kneading the flesh of your ass, grabbing onto it as he uses it to help you slide up and down him. Your sweet spot being abused.

You’re needy for each other now; the way you’re moving against each other is almost animalistic. One of your hands comes to roughly take his jaw, dragging his face to angle him more to you and your fingers bite into his skin - he growls into your mouth. You’re practically swallowing him down.

He smacks you again, his fingers harshly gripping at your jaw in retaliation to your action to mirror you, but it aids in bringing you back from the pillow you’d been slapped into and he gifts you a hot kiss, only to land another palm to your face again and repeat. Again. And again. And another.

This time when you’re ragged back to him, he mouths his kisses to your blushed cheek, intending it to be soothing but he’s so turned on that they’re messy and sloppy and he can’t help it. He wants to fucking devour you, and before he knows it the flat of his tongue licks across your face.

Your movements against him become laboured, and as lost in this as he is he pulls back to take you in and to check on you. Your brain yells ‘are your eyes open?’ so quickly when you feel him shift and his gaze on you, like following his instructions is the only thing that matters. You bat your lashes at him as though to make a point.

“Fuck, sweetheart” he groans as he sees you, you’re glowing with sweat and your cheek is red - your lips are painted the same and your eyes are glossy. You look beautifully fucked out, “you like that, yeah?” He coos, letting his thumb tack at your lower lip, smushing it around. You let out a desperate hum, nodding, but your eyes are pooled with desire. He takes over now, fucking up into you. Pressing his cock as deep as he can inside you, hand pushing against your ass and squeezing harder still to help him reach further into you.

One more, he decides.

He delivers his final sharp slap, and it’s the hardest yet. He lets his thumb swipe across the ever more reddening, wet area lovingly before that hand is moving down, down, down. Over your breasts, over your stomach, dipping briefly over your bellybutton towards your cunt. It’s the same wispy line as the one down your spine moments ago, bookending your body.

You choke on a gasp as his fingers find your clit. He feels so close to you. You can feel his heavy breaths fanning over the sting in your cheek where his lips rest and the dig of his nails in the flesh of your behind. Your bodies are rutting together greedily, his cock twitching and gliding against your walls and his fingers are working you, rubbing fast and flicking your clit in the way he knows you love.

It’s all too much - you’re done for. Your movements still, your body tensing and locking around him, mouth hung open in a soundless cry. You come apart while clinging to him like he’s your lifeline; like he’s your saviour when he’s actually your damnation.

“Fuck, good fucking girl - shit-” he’s cursing and groaning as he’s pummelling into you, balls slapping against your ass with every stroke. Your body has now gone limp, and he hooks his arm under your knee, pulling it up to spread your legs further open for him to continue to pound into you. The overstimulation has you spasming.

You whisper into his ear the way you know he loves. Tongue laving over the lobe and suckling at it after each sentiment leaves you.

“C’mon, you’re so close. Let me feel you”

“Please, let me have it”

“Use me how you need”

He’s tightening his hand around your knee, moving his other arm up to tighten around your body. His fingers feel bruising around your back, like he’s crushing you. You don’t care. Not one fucking bit. His head buries into your neck and he’s nuzzling into it. It’s sticky and hot as he sucks the skin there into his mouth, and then his teeth are sinking into the flesh, the groans coming from him being muffled.

“I’m yours to use”

“Please. Ruin me”

His hips stutter. Body shakes. Cock twitches and suddenly…warmth. He comes inside of you with a strangled noise that makes your stomach jolt, it vibrates against your skin as his teeth bite down harder. Your let your fingers rub encouragingly against his scalp, biting back the pained gasp that almost escapes you and squeezing your eyes shut. It hurts, but god it’s so good.

His hips slow as he finishes riding out his orgasm, breath huffing against the skin of your neck and he plants wet kisses across the abused skin there, feeling the imprints of his teeth. He brushes his lips across your shoulder and back into your neck in a cycle. Time feels like it stands still around you, and for this moment, it’s just the two of you. The softness of his lips make your legs weaker than they already are, and you trace your hands all over him. His back, shoulders, arms, cart your fingers through his hair. Everywhere. You plant loving kisses into the top of his head. God you loved him, and that bubble of emotion emits through your arms, wrapping him up as tight as they can in your feeble state.

A final exhale leaves him before he’s pulling his softening cock from you gently and rolling onto his back, pulling you along and letting your leg drop around him. Your hands come to rest on his chest alongside your head and you can hear the thump thump thump of his heart that’s trying to catch back up with itself. You rise and fall with his breath and he’s tracing the backs of your arms and nosing your hair. It’s comfortably silent for a while. You’re both just lying there with each other, enjoying the feeling of soft touches and gentle traces, enjoying the sound of each others breathing - just enjoying each other.

“I love you” he mutters into your hair, tightening his hold on you and smushing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Mmm, I love you too” you hum back as you feel him rock you slightly. Your chest feels as though it could burst.

His fingers swipe under your chin and he tugs gently to bring your gaze to him. He cocks his head, eyes flitting down to your neck, and he winces slightly, tutting and whispering a ‘sorry baby’ out at what you knew was a mark there. Correction: a bite welt. (You didn’t mind at all, it was pretty light to what it felt like at the time and would be healed in a day or two at most. In fact, you liked the mark. You did decide, however, to request that they were kept below the collarbones, joking that he’s lucky it’s jumper season)

His eyes then lingered briefly on your cheek, but he moved on quickly and you rightly assumed that there was no handprint plastered to your face. It wasn’t even that red anymore. More like a pink, as though you’d run for a while or been out too long in the frost. Nevertheless, he checked in like he always did after newer activities. Even after more familiar ones he would. “You good?”

“Oh, I’m good” you grin up at him, leaning your chin on the backs of your hands on his chest. “You good? What brought that on?”

“Just something I thought we could try. ‘M glad we did” he chuckles, lolling his head to the side, “but, did you like it? Was it ok?”

“That” you drop a kiss to his chest, “was definitely ok. Loved it. Did you like it?”

“Fucking loved it, sweetheart. Who knew you liked being slapped around a bit” he cooed, teasing, a finger bopping your nose softly before his thumb once again swiped over the cheek he’d hit. You smiled and let out a laugh, rolling your eyes and scrunching your face in soft coyness momentarily before reaching for a kiss.

A sudden pang of guilt flooded him. He did love it - slapping you. Did you think he loved it in general? He would never lay a hand on you in any other scenario, ever, so it was confusing. You were coming back in for another kiss, but he paused before you could feel his mouth. His stare hardening on you. You go to say something, eyeing him quizzically at the shift in demeanour, but he beats you to it.

“You know I’d never do that outside of sex, right?” He asks you, his tone deadly serious. Your brows furrow.

“What? Of course? I know you’d never hurt me. I’ve literally never worried about it”

“Ok. Good. That’s good - just had to check” he hugs you closer, finally letting his lips mould to yours in a sweet kiss. A slow kiss. Like you have all the time in the world. You shuffle up him further and your hands now toy with the end of his curls when he speaks.

“So…can we do it again? Like, only if you want. Not all the time, but when we have those more…y’know…like…more intense times?” he sounds shy, and you giggle into him.

You thought back to when he asked you if he could try something. You hadn’t even dug to see what exactly it was - you hadn’t felt that you needed to. Your arms were wide open with him, fully trusting that he’d never push the boundaries that he knew you had. That you’d both discussed. And vice versa. If either of you say stop, everything would stop instantly. No questions asked. And there was no doubt there.

The trust you were building bled into all aspects of your relationship with him. You’d given him everything completely, as he had you, and you fucking loved it. A part of you was afraid at the trust you had in him - he could ask you to jump off a cliff and you’d have every faith there’d be a net to catch you. Scary, really. Or it would be, if he didn’t share that same trust in you.

“We can definitely do that again” you purr, fingers still idly twisting his curls. You pull them ever so slightly as you suggest, “choking next?”

“Me or you?” he winks, smirking, and you suck in a breath before giggling again. New images of his hands wrapped around your throat while yours are also wrapped around his. You swallow.

God, that sweet limbo spot of discovery had you both on cloud nine.

I am getting one of these quotes tattooed on me 1 day and you can't stop me

"They were the sort of eyes that haunted a girl's dreams. And Penelope dreamed and dreamed an dreamed."

"And he realized that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Penelope Featherington."

"Here he was, considered one of the most popular and sophisticated men of the ton, and he'd been reduced to a bashful schoolboy, hanging on Penelope Featherington's every word, just for a single scrap of praise."

"He looked at her, and somehow he didn't see the woman he'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one noticed this before."

"She had been born for this man, and she'd spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else."

"He tried to picture a life without Penelope. It was impossible."

"You're the imperfect man of my heart, and that's even better."

"I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles."

Why has no one used this in fanfictions before? It's crime that it hasn't!

Been there.

10 days. There are only 10 days until my birthday. I have been thinking of posting my first fic either on my birthday or the 31st. I hope you will like it

Just 26 days until I turn 23!

The Whore of Babylon

18+ | Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Kevin x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends are Virgins, and His Girlfriend has a Virginity kink

Warnings: lowkey cuck Eddie, sexualization of the reader, teasing, Virgin kink, panty sniffing (mentions of past panty stealing), Eddie teaches the boys how to pleasure a woman, Oral sex (f receiving from all 4), hand jobs, Vaginal sex, condom use, bi Eddie, Bi Jeff, Questioning Gareth (he kisses Eddie in this), spit, multiple orgasms (6), praise and degradation, cum play, Master kink... i really hope i got it all but this one is really dirty

word count: 7.1k

All her boys came over after a long-awaited game of hellfire. Being separated at different colleges and jobs made it hard to play once a week, it became more like once a month now. They used this time together to party, have a few beers, joints and way too much pizza.

Like clockwork, she moves the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen and wanders back into the main room of the trailer she shared with Eddie. She sits in his lap as the party starts to come to a close, whispering something in his ear as his hands trail up her bare legs and under her skirt. 

This was usually the boy's queue to get going. 

“Seriously?” Gareth complains for the group as they all groan, “we’re having fun, do we really have to leave just so you two can fuck all night instead?” 

“Awe, are the virgins jealous?” She teases Gareth, Jeff and Kev with a pout. 

“No…” he’s defensive but his cheeks and neck heat up a cute shade of pink which lets her know he’s lying. 

She looks at Eddie, carefully, talking to him with her eyes, “you really want to?” Eddie knows exactly what she means, and she nods. “okay… should you tell them or should I?” 

“Tell uth what?” Jeff asks, his adorable lisp making her smile. 

She loved all of them, they were all her best friends before they introduced her to Eddie. Being in the same grade, she grew up with these 3 boys, they were her best friends, she knew more about them than anyone else, they were her boys. 

It wasn’t her fault that she fell for Eddie, and none of them held it against her… It was just really hard for them to know that she was getting railed by the dungeon master most nights while they were all virgins, and slightly pining for her. She knew they were, she always did, but the feelings weren’t fully reciprocated. She loved them, she thought they were all handsome and sweet in their own ways, but Eddie was the love of her life. 

She thought they’d get girlfriends, or boyfriends even, at some point… but the older they got, the longer they waited and it was getting embarrassing at this point. They all talked about how hard it was being a virgin in their 20s while Eddie always made being a sex god look so easy. 

Time and time again, Eddie told them they just needed to break the seal. They just needed to let loose and sleep with someone, then it wouldn’t be as scary… then maybe they’d find something more. Since meeting Y/N, he was always insisting that making love was better than random hookups, making the boys jealous even further. 

“Well,” she looks at Eddie and then back to the boys, focusing mostly on Gareth as he had it the worst for her. “What if you let me take your virginities?” 

They’re silent. For the first time ever, none of the boys have any words. 

“I think I broke them,” she whispers to Eddie, making him laugh. 

“She’s not kidding,” Eddie adds, “she’s talked about this for the last 2 years… we just didn’t think it would ever come to this.” 

“I thought there would be no way we’d all hit 21 and I’d still be the only one of us having sex,” she tries to cover up the truth he just spilled. 

“and…” he wants her to tell them. “Go on, share with them how much of a dirty whore you can be.” 

She shifts in his lap, anxiously fighting the heat in her stomach as it grows and feeling just how hard he was under her. He was thinking about all his friends taking turns with his girl, how hot it would be to see them try to ruin her but all she wants is for him to show them how it’s done…

“I have this dream,” she starts softly, avoiding the boy's eye contact as they all gather around her, sitting on the floor in front of Eddies lazy boy, looking up at her in awe, it felt like storytime. Gareth on her right, Jeff on her left, and Kevin smack dab in the middle. He didn’t know it yet, but he had the best seat in the house.

“Go on,” Eddie encourages her even more. 

“I really like the thought of taking someone's virginity, and so seeing as Eddie was already deflowered when I got him i didn’t get to really experience it… but there’s something so satisfying about watching a man lose it all for you, being the first person he slips into… ruining him for everyone else—

“She’s good at that part,” he warns them. 

She shrugs, proud of herself. “I really love Eddie, you guys need to know that, this is just a kink for me and if you don’t want to ruin the friendship, I get it. But the offer stands, for any or all of you.” 

“Yes!” Gareth is the first to offer, sitting on his knees and moving in closer. “Please?” 

She giggles, “what about you two?” 

Jeff nods, unable to find any words to say and Kevin mumbles, “uh-ye—mhmm.” 

“Good,” she smirks and sits on Eddie, reverse cowgirl, back to his chest and legs spread. “Now, time for the ground rules, boys.” 

They all nod, moving in even closer to her, all sprouting cute little bulges in their jeans and silently fighting their way to be first in line to fuck her. 

She puts out her hand and Eddie fishes a box of condoms out from the side pocket of his chair, placing them in her palm. “First things first, you’re all wearing raincoats. I only plan on making you god-fathers in the future. Distant, future at that.” 

It makes them all laugh, which makes her feel a little more at ease. The last thing she wanted was to completely ruin their friendships. 

“Second, no kissing on the mouth,” she looks right at Kevin, more than once he’s gotten drunk and tried to kiss her, always ashamed after but she never held it against him. He was a flirty, cuddly drunk, hes also tried to kiss Jeff. 

“No affectionate pet names either, you are not allowed to get attached to me, this is a dirty one off and then I expect you to take what you’ve learned and apply it out there in the real world,” she explained carefully. “Got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Gareth answers and the other two nod, following his lead as always. 

With her legs spread already, she leans back against eddies chest and lets him lift her skirt up, showing off his girl like he just popped the hood on a Ferrari. 

“Third rule,” Eddie speaks this time, voice deep and low, something only she’s really heard. His hand ghosts over her panties, “if she says stop, you stop. I doubt you three will last long enough to get crazy with her, but it has to be said.” 

“Obviously, man,” Jeff understands, reaching out to place his hand on her ankle and feel up her soft skin. 

“We’re going to treat her like treasure,” Kevin adds, staring right at the wet patch forming in her pink panties. “Long awaited, ever so rewarding, treasure.” 

Eddie groans in her ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. His free hand snakes up her chest and palms at her breast, while the other works tiny circles over her clothed clit,  “should I give them a run down on what you like?” 

She nods, melted into his touch, “teach ‘em how it’s done.” 

“Lift,” he instructs and she moves her feet to rest on the seat, beside his knees as she lifts her hips up, giving him the opportunity to push her panties to her knees before she sat down on his lap again. “Boys, would you mind?” 

They rush to help them come off the rest of the way and then fight for who gets to hold them, “hey,” Eddie calls their attention back to her. 

“Gareth,” she delegates, “you can have them."

He takes them from Kevin and holds them to his face, breathing in her scent while his other hand palmed over his jeans, he groaned, “sweet Jesus.” 

“He’s the only one who hasn’t stolen a pair yet,” she teases.

The other two look embarrassed immediately. “How?” 

“I know what I leave here,” she smirks. “So when I come back and my panties aren’t in his drawer anymore, but you were in his room last, then I know. But I don’t mind.” 

Eddies ring-covered hand has been cupped around her cunt the whole time, not letting them get a look at the goods while they acted like this. “You guys ready to learn or what?” 

They straighten back up, desperate for the show to begin. 

With two fingers he spreads her pussy lips apart, “this my friends, is a pussy of epic proportions. Juicy, delicious, she can take a beating and always comes back wanting more… for me, at least.” 

It was only slightly embarrassing, but the way the boys drooled over her made her feel better than ever. It was so fucking nice to be desired like this. She felt like a centrefold in playboy and it was actually really, really nice. 

Eddie kisses her cheek gently as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. “Who did you want to go first?” He whispers. 

“Gareth,” she all but moans his name. 

“You heard her, scoot,” he instructs the boys out of the way so that Gareth can sit right in front of her. He crawls over on his knees, resting his hands on her knees and soothing them down her thighs.

“Gare-bear, can you show the class where the clit is, please?” Eddie asks, using his nickname as a way to remind him who was in charge. 

He looks puzzled, causing Eddie to suck his teeth, “how do you plan on pleasing a woman if you don’t know what that is?” 

“I—

“Save it,” Eddie pushes him back and stands up with Y/N in his arms. He slams her down on the chair and gets on his knees with the other boys. 

“Strip,” he instructs her and she misses no time ripping off her tank top, pushing her skirt to the floor and flinging her bra halfway across the room before she sat back down on the lazy boy and spread her legs for him. 

The boys all groan, it’s a symphony of pleasure that she’s been secretly dying to hear since they all hit puberty. 

Eddie spreads her pussy open once more and places his index finger right on her clit, “this right here, this is the clit. She’s sometimes hidden under the hood, kinda like foreskin, but she’s 10 times more sensitive than the head of your cock and she’ll never disappoint you if you pay attention to her.” 

Y/N can’t help but moans as he applies more pressure and mores his finger around in circles. He dips down to her whole, gathering up her wetness with the pads of his forefingers and rubbing it into her clit. It feels so good, being touched and being watched, she can’t help her back as it arches or the sounds that leave her whorish little mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth can barely breathe. “That’s it?” 

“No,” Eddie smirks at him first and then moves in closer to Y/N. “It helps the most, but that’s not all you need.” His lips collide with her inner thigh as he kisses towards her centre. “It’s about attention to detail, you can’t just go from 0 to 4th gear and expect to win the race, you need to rev her up a bit, work the gears and then fuck her into overdrive.” 

“Please,” she begs, gripping the armrest of the chair like her life depended on it, feeling emptier than ever before. 

“See,” Eddie chuckles against her skin, kissing her underwear line, edging impossibly close to eating her out when he knew he was supposed to let Gareth go first. 

He can’t help himself, he takes one long lick, spreading his whole tongue along her cunt, he was addicted to her taste. He moans against her, tongue deep inside while the tip of his nose budged at her clit. She gripped his hair, moaning at how good it was but she pulled him away anyway, “baby, come on.” 

“Sorry,” he looked up at he with lust-blown eyes, face already covered in her. “I had to get the first lick, but at least you know what to do now, Gare.” 

Gareth couldn’t believe he was next, he let Eddie move out of the way and then got impossibly close to her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right to the edge, “ready?” 

She nods, not expecting him to go in just as hard as Eddie, but if she knew anything about Gareth, he was competitive. Especially as Eddie’s back-up singer. He was a quick learner, she’ll give him that, because the second his mouth is on her, he’s sucking on her clit like his life depends on it. 

She runs her fingers through his short, curly hair, it’s so soft and she’s not used to something this short to hold onto, but she likes it. She grinds her hips along with his movements, letting him know just how good he feels on her. “I’m— I’m so, fuck, close already…” 

Gareth peaks up at her, dragging his tongue over her in a serpentine motion, never breaking eye contact. She cups his face, holding him closer as his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit and then he stops, “can I finger you?” 

She nods, “fuck yeah, you can, Mr. Drummer.” 

He smirks and then slips his two middle fingers into his own mouth, he swirls his tongue around them in preparation. When they’re wet enough, he teases her hole with a smirk, shaking his head at how fucking insane this felt and overjoyed to finally be there. He’s gentile at first, watching his fingers go in and out of her slowly as he soaked it all in. It was really happening. 

“Curl them,” Eddie gives him a tip from the sideline, “feel that spongey texture? Thats her g-spot, so when you hit that and her clit at the same time, it’ll make her tremble.” 

He listens well, curing his fingers and returning his tongue to her clit. He pumps into her with quick, short thrusts, making an absolute mess as she finally came on his fingers with a shout. 

Eddie clapped, “‘atta boy!! See fellas, that’s how it’s done.”

Gareth pulls out with a grin, “that was so fucking cool,” he muses before shoving his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.  

She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair again, smiling at him as she sits up, “oh, my god, dude. The ladies are going to love you.” 

“You think?” His eyes gleam with pride. 

“Absolutely,” she ruffles his hair and then pats his cheek, “but it’s Jeff's turn now…” 

“Really?” He perks up, looking at her with big eyes, “for…” 

“I don’t plan on sending you boys out into the world without a lesson,” she calls him over with a wink. “Come get a taste.” 

“Let me just,” he turns away, putting his fingers in his mouth and popping out his retainer. He places the slobbery thing on the coffee table and then makes his way over. “Can I take my shirt off?” 

She nods, “of course, you guys can do whatever, get comfortable.” 

He pulls his shirt off so quickly and moves in closer to her. He’s ripped, buffer than she remembered with the sexiest dusting of chest hair. He takes a softer approach, he kisses her thighs and caresses her skin with his cheek, possibly making up for his rough, calloused fingers. 

He was so gentile, even with his tongue. He listened to Eddie's words from before, paying attention to her clit while his pointer finger swirled around the cum gathering at her hole, using it as lube when he eventually pushed the digit inside of her. He curls it slightly, rubbing the interesting texture with curiosity, making her thighs twitch. 

“Christ,” she wants to toss her head back more, arch her back higher, but she’s trapped in the uncomfortable, brown suede recliner she’s been fucked in too many times already. 

“Hold on a sec? I just wanna lie down,” she explains as she pets Jeffs cheek, assuring him it’s not an issue with him. “I’m uncomfortable up here.” 

He nods and helps her to the carpet, not noticing Eddie had run out to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets, “here, put them under her for leverage.” 

The boys listened well, they moved the table out of the way and laid down the blanket first and then got her all comfortable. They wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. 

Jeff crawled back between her legs, and Kev sat awkwardly beside her, watching and feeling only a slight bit left out. As soon as Jeff began to continue, she reached over for Kevin to hold his and bring it to her boob, “you can play with them…” 

“Yeah?” He gets down lover, laying on his side so he can palm one boob and kiss the other. With a small boost in confidence, he takes her nipple in his mouth and moans around her. She knew he’d love that. 

His hair was sweaty from simply watching, but that didn’t stop her from petting his curls. She simply loved touching. She was always so touch starved, she’s cuddled with all of them more than once, she’s had sleepovers with them and hugged them randomly just for closeness… this was so, so much better. 

Gareth is watching it all with a hand on his cock, still shaking his head at how fucking insane this all is, but not wanting to change a single thing. All he wondered was if he was going to be the first to slip inside of her or not, he didn’t want to get too carried away in his thoughts, but his hand felt so good as he watched on. 

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Gareth’s shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Man, I can’t believe you got her…” 

Eddie smirks, “I know, right?” 

She’s completely lost in the moment, not listening in the slightest as she cums a second time for Jeff and Kevin basically pushes him away so he can have his turn. But when Jeff kneels beside her, she reaches for his belt and starts to unbuckle it. They get him out of his pants and boxers and suddenly it’s only the two of them who are naked. 

She strokes his hard cock, he’s slimmer than Eddie but definitely longer. It was so impressive. Cut, tip glistening and balls full. Even Eddie’s jaw dropped when he saw it. “dude…” 

“What?” 

Gareth’s eyes are wide, Kev looks up at him, face covered in pussy juice already. “Holy shit, man?” 

“What?!” He gets self-conscious. 

“They’re jealous,” she smirks up at him. “I know Eddie is cause he isn’t cut…” 

“Oh,” Jeff thinks nothing of it. 

“But size doesn’t matter,” she reaffirms. “If you know what you’re doing anything can work.” 

“Anything?” Kev wonders, innocently. 

She nods, “wanna show me what you’ve got?” 

He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his jeans quickly, he was chubby and soft, hairy tummy leading down his happy trail to a decent sized, girthy, cock standing tall around his untamed pubic hair. 

“Babe, where are the condoms?” She asks Eddie, “Kev can go first, give him one.” 

“Fuck,” Gareth mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed. 

She peers past Kev to look at him, “you got to make me cum already, give him a chance. My clit is so sensitive right now, I need something more… but you come here,” she points to her other side, jerking Jeff off still on the other side again. 

Kevin gets gloved up and lines up with her, feeling up her thighs nervously, she looks up at him with kind eyes, “ready, Kev?”  

He nods, “I’m sorry in advance if I’m not good…” 

“Take your time, enjoy it, I will too,” she assures him with a smile that grows dark. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.” 

When he slips in slowly with a groan, “oh my god…” 

Eddie smirks, “one down.” 

“Fuck,” she whimpers as he bottoms out, the stretch was nice and feeling him against her, between her legs, was just as wonderful. 

Laying on her back, completely, she turns to Gareth with a smile, he was watching her boobs giggle as Kev began to thrust. “Take these off,” she taps on Gareth’s jean-clad thigh. 

He gets out of his jeans as quickly as possible, tossing his shirt away while he’s at it. 

She tries to watch, but paying attention was hard when Kev’s thrusts started to pick up, “Oh, I knew you’d be cute…” she compliments him as her back arches, she moans, gripping her breast again, “shit…” 

“What?” He blushes. 

Jeff laughs, stroking his own cock now as she put her attention on Gareth. “She thinks you’re tiny,” he attempts to tease him. 

“No,” she smacks Jeff’s thigh and moans again. “Shit, Kev, right there…” 

They all turn their attention to Kevin, not expecting him to do as well as he was. He was the Bass player after all, always the forgotten one. But he fucked her with a passion, he had rhythm and power and he knew what he was doing. “more… more, please?” 

Gareth reaches a hand out to rub her clit, helping Kev along as he focuses on keeping his cool. He bit his lip, eyes closed as he kept going, he wanted her to cum first and then he’d let himself go, like a true gentleman. “Oh, fuck,” she reaches out for Jeff’s hand and pulls him closer, shoving his face into her tits as a silent instruction to suck. 

He was good with his mouth, covering her breasts in hickies as she chased her next orgasm. She honestly had no clue what number she was on at this point, and she didn’t care as she felt Kevin stutter and still inside of her as he filled the condom with a grunt. His grip on her knees tightened, “fuuuck….” 

She giggled, proud of her buddy. The other two get antsy, they silently fight with each other with pointed looks back and forth, both wanting to be next. “Boys…” Eddie finally speaks up, “let Kevin pull out before you kill each other.” 

She laughs again, “Jeff, do you mind if Gareth goes next?”

He shakes his head, “I guess not…” 

“I’m just saving the best for last,” she runs her hand over his thigh gently with a wink. 

Kevin pulled out, laughing to himself at how fucking wild it was that he just fucked his best friend, no longer a virgin. She sits up between them, accepting a glass of water from Eddie and taking a few sips as the boys exchange places. Kev sits beside her again, only in his boxers now. He pulls her into a quick side hug and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Thank you.” 

She laughs, “you’re welcome, buddy.” 

Gareth rolled a condom on with haste, waiting not so patiently for her to finish her water and pick a new position, “this is fucking wild… like, am I dreaming?” 

Eddie laughs again, “it’s about fucking time this happened. She’s wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

“Shut up,” she glares at him. 

“Even before I knew about her virginity kink, she has a soft spot for you, Gare-Bear,” Eddie can’t help himself, it was fun for him to rub it in that he won her in the end. 

“You’re lying,” Gareth doesn’t believe it anyway. “You had years to fuck me before we even introduced you to him?” He points at Eddie. 

“I think you’re cute, okay? And I know you’ll make a girl very happy one day… that being said, you wanna fuck me or not?” She wasn’t interested in explaining her long-gone childhood crush right now. 

She handed the glass to Eddie, “be nice, please…” 

He snarled at her but then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in and kissing her with a passion, marking his territory for all the boys to remember. 

She pushes him back with a smile, “you’ll get your turn.” 

“And then forever?” 

She nods, “now let me get back to it.” 

“Okay,” he puts his free hand up in defence as he backed away, “have fun…” 

She sits in Gareth’s lap, hovering over his cock with her hands resting on his shoulders. “Figured you’d like this view better…” 

She gets to watch his face, up close and personal, as he slips inside of her for the first time. She gets to watch his pupils dilate, his breath hitch and his body quiver. “Oh my god…” 

She kisses his cheek and down his neck as she started to ride him. As she picked up the pace, Gareth struggled to keep his eyes open, swallowed up by the pleasure of her fucking herself on his cock. His hands rested on her hips and slowly migrated to her ass, he squeezed her cheeks firmly and then slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp. 

“I can’t believe you held out on me all these years,” he groans, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, “if I knew you were such a dirty whore deep down I would’ve offered to fuck you years ago…” 

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she teases, knowing if she pushed him hard enough he would snap, just like Eddie. “I was waiting to be corrupted, I think we both were…” 

He holds her still, not letting her move and so she whines, wanting more of him. “You’re right,” he stares at her lips, “you have corrupted me.” 

She smirks, “now show me what you’ve learned.” 

He sits up on his knees, holding her lover back with both hands so he stayed inside of her, “pillows, now,” he makes Jeff hand them both over, he stacks them for Gareth and then he rests her lower back on them. When he starts thrusting again, he smiles while watching her tits jiggle, “good god… oh, fuck, I’m never going to be the same.” 

“Good, huh?” Eddie whispers in his ear, making Gareth's eyes flutter, turned on more than ever before. “Nothing is quite as good as her tight little pussy and her perfect tits, look at how she’s laid out for you, buddy…”

Gareth groans, “fuck, I wish I could kiss her,” he lets his true feelings out. “Not doing anything with my mouth is fuckin weird… shit,” he’s having the time of his life fucking her into the blanket-covered carpet, “and I’m talking too much, right?”

Eddie smirks, “she said you can’t kiss her, but nothing about me…” he places a kiss on Gareth’s bare shoulder and along his neck as he moaned. “I always thought you’d be soft…” 

Jeff and Kevin look at each other in shock and awe, they knew Eddie was bi, and so is Jeff… but Gareth has never said a word about the subject. He was pining so hard for Y/N and competing toe-to-toe with Eddie for so long, he must’ve built up some attraction to him, too. 

The sight of her boyfriend making out with her best friend as said friend fucks her is a scene, unlike anything her wildest dreams could conjure up. She grips her breasts and grinds back against his cock, moaning with each thrust when Eddie’s hand comes down to rub her clit. 

Gareth swats his hand out of the way and bites his lip quickly, letting it go when Eddie yelped, “right now, she’s mine.” 

Eddie goes to fight back but Y/N’s guttural moan granted her all of his attention, “fuck, Gare… please, please?” 

He rubs her clit and fucks her faster, hunching over her he balances with one hand on the ground beside her hip, giving him the perfect leverage to suck on her tits at the same time. And she was in heaven. Her hands came up to scratch his back, digging in deep as Gareth pounded her into the carpet and made her scream. 

Her back arches even further as she cums, her nails dig so deep into him he yelps, but it feels so good mixed with how tight she got around his cock just then. “Fuck,” he groans, “take it, take it! Fuck, that’s it, oh man, cum on my cock like a—fuck, like a good little whore…” he’s shaking as he tries to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm before he even dares reach his own. 

He drops against her chest and ruts into her faster, he buries his face into her neck and covers her in kisses and praise, “oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you,” he kisses both her cheeks and her forehead. “I can’t fucking believe that just happened.” 

She cups his face and giggles as she looks up at him, all fucked out with rosy cheeks down to his chest and sweaty hair, “believe it or not, but you’re still inside of me.” 

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he sits up on his knees and goes to pull out slowly with a shutter. “Sweet christ almighty…” 

Eddie giggles as he watches, “she gets real creamy around 4 orgasms.” 

Jeff was practically on the verge of exploding he was so hard, that the head of his cock was dripping as he ignored it. 

She sits back up as soon as she’s calmed down enough to move again, “holy shit…” 

Gareth is a blushing mess, unable to even look at her but she pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. “You did wonderfully.” 

He kisses the top of her head, resting his cheek against her hair with a smile, “that was awesome.” 

She laughs and turns to the last virgin in the room, “it was… but, Jeffery, you’re up.” 

He anxiously nods, taking a condom from Eddie and rolling it over his own length. “H-how d’you—

“What would you like?” She cuts him off, crawling over to him with a sweet smile, “just, go easy on me?” 

He nods, feverishly, “yeah, yeah, um…” he takes a second to think, “missionary is good, I guess?” 

She laughs and pulls him in for a hug, resting her weight on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his buff shoulders, “thank god… I’m so fucked out I don’t think I could ride you if you paid me.” 

“Do you want more water?” Jeff worries as he rubs her back, “or a snack? I think you still have those two-bite brownies left… you know the good ones from KFC? I saw them in the fridge earlier.” 

It makes her giggle, “I’m okay, very, very okay,” she pulls away from him with a smirk, “Eddie’s record with me in one night is 9 currently, this is nothing.” 

He awkwardly laughs, “nine? Seriously?” The other boys laugh, too, watching on as Jeff gets the most affection from her.

She nods, very proud, “wanna bring me to number 5 now?” 

He nods, “are you ready?” 

“Absolutely,” she gives him all the consent in the world with that and her beautiful smile. 

He lays her back gently, spreading her legs and getting between them, finally. He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, hoping this memory lasted a very long time after it inevitably ended. 

He slips in slowly, going inch by inch and letting her adjust, but also fascinated with the view of her taking his length. He angles her hips up, stealing the pillows back and shoving them under her, “how are you still so fucking tight?” 

Eddie’s dark chuckle makes her head turn to him, she almost forgot he was there, so blissed out from being passed around their friends all night. “Isn’t she fucking fantastic.” 

He’s been slowly stripping himself from his clothes with each round, leaving him in just his checkered, red, boxers. He palmed himself gently every so often, hearing her cum so much and having nothing to do with it made his cock twitch, but nothing got him off quite like being alone with her. 

Jeff starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into her again and again as she laid there and took it with pride. Arms laid flat on the carpet, Jeff held her hips and manhandled her on and off his cock like she was nothing, it was quite the sight to see. All the boys were quite amazed. 

Eddie crawls over and reaches for her hand, holding it gently and caressing her with his thumb. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, being treated like a queen by her 4 favourite boys while simultaneously quadrupling her body count. 

Jeff reaches out his hand, “spit,” he instructs Eddie and he does just that. Spitting in his hand so he can bring it to Y/N’s swollen clit for some added glide. His once gentle demeanour now gone, lust overtook him. He was getting carried away, “are you close?” 

She whined, “ye-yeah.” 

Eddie brushes some sweaty hairs off her face, watching her eyes roll back as yet another orgasm built in her stomach and exploded through her veins in glorious waves of euphoria. 

“Jeff, oh my god,” she reaches out for him, running her fingers over his abs each time he thrusts back in. “Please, please?” 

“Let go, princess,” Eddie encourages her. “Show him how much tighter you get when you cum.” 

“Show me,” his grip tightens and his rhythm changes. The desperation in his voice is what sends her over the edge more than anything. 

She gives him what he was searching for, she cums with a gasp as he stills inside of her, deeper than ever, she can feel him fill the condom. He grunts, “holy fucking shit.” 

She wants to moan but she’s lost her voice, cumming so hard her eyes water while her body spasms. “Holy…” he wipes his brow with a sigh, “fuck.” 

He pulls out and helps her into a sitting position, carrying on the tradition of kissing her forehead before passing her on to the next one.

Only this time, it was Thee One. 

“Eddie,” she reaches out for him, crawling away from Jeff and right into eddies lap. 

“Hi, my baby,” he pets her face gently, “how’re you feeling?” 

She takes a deep breath and smiled at him, her body felt like an overcooked spaghetti noodle so she clung to him like her life depended on it, “I’m really good now… how are my boys?” 

“Amazing,” Kevin answers, barely still awake as he watches from the couch, all cuddled up with a blanket. 

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gareth adds, rolling a joint, sitting in the corner in his boxers. 

“What they said,” Jeff, points, cleaning himself up and looking for his clothes in the mess they’ve all left behind. 

“Good,” she rests her chin against Eddie’s shoulder with a sigh. “You guys staying here tonight?” 

They all hum in agreement, “cool,” she gives them a weak thumbs up and wraps herself back around Eddie, “take me to bed, lover.” 

“Yes, princess,” he smacks her asscheek lightly, standing up with her and then picking her up bridal style. “Lock the door and turn out the lights, fellas.” 

He brings her back to his room and lays her down on his bed gently. Immediately he places his hands on her cheeks, “be honest, bedtime or my turn?” 

She giggles as she sits up a bit, holding his face in her hands, too. “It’s time to show them who I really belong to.” 

He growls as he leans in for a kiss, biting her bottom lip instead and holding it between his teeth until he pulls away, “do you really belong to me, though?” 

She doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she’s excited nonetheless. She just nods, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes. 

“That little show in there proved otherwise… you reminded me of someone, actually. You’re no longer a princess, you’re a queen.”

“What kind of queen does the things I just did?” She wonders, still having no idea where he was going with this. 

“Semiramis, The Whore of Babylon… ” he shrugs, slightly embarrassed whenever he goes full nerd in the bedroom. “Although, she is Nimrod's wife, so I guess that makes me,” he points at himself with a look of confusion, simply trying to make her laugh some more. 

She knew this trick. The more she laughed, the more it proved she was truly ready, willing and up for another round, the last thing he wanted was for her to say yes and not truly mean it. 

“My Nimrod,” she caresses his cheek, pushing his hair back and behind his ear, “I told you it’s an affectionate nickname.” 

He smiles, shaking his head, “it’s a good thing I love you.” 

“If you didn’t, I have 3 other suitors,” she teases him. “And they’re waiting for one last show.” 

“Is that so,” he gets up, playful as ever, and makes his way towards the door. “I see how it is…” 

“Where are you going?” She calls after him, but he doesn’t answer. “Don’t make me fuck Gareth again!” 

“I’m coming!” He shouts but all she can hear is the sound of him rushing around, “Gareth, sit down!” “I am?” Followed by laughter. But he comes back, with pillows tucked under his arm, the condom box gripped between his teeth and her glass of water in the other hand. 

He hands her the water, tosses the pillows on the bed, takes a condom from the box and slams his door shut. “I’m ready when you are,” he says as he rolls on the condom. 

She takes one big gulp of water and sets the glass down on the night table. She sits back down on the mattress with a bounce, “ready.” 

“Up,” he gets her onto her knees and then spins his finger, making her turn around. He gets on the bed behind her, chest flush against her back, he wraps one hand around her chest to steady her and uses the other to slip inside. She sits down on his cock with a gasp, this was her favourite position with him. 

She could toss her head back against his shoulder, to the side, while he pressed kisses to her skin and whispered dirty things in her ear. He could feel up her breasts and rub her clit all while fucking her from behind. Dirty enough to make god frown, but good enough to contemplate going to hell for a lifetime of sex with him. 

“You looked so hot out there,” his words are hot against her ear, his bottom lip trails along the lobe. “What a charitable queen letting the lowly townsmen fuck you…” 

“Look at me now,” she breaths out, trying to stay composed but too fucked out to care at the same time. “I’m— fuck, I’m fucking the banished one now.” 

“And why am I banished?” He grips her hair tighter, pulling her head to the side and making her look at him. 

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding with his movements, she places her hand over his, trying to make him play with her clit more. “cause—oh sweet christ! Cause you fuck so good!” 

“Thats right,” he pushes her down against the mattress, ass up, he slaps and grabs at her cheeks while fucking into her with more force. “Let them know how good.” 

With each short, hard thrust, she gets louder and louder, shouting obscenities and nonsense, “louder baby, or you don’t get to cum.” 

She always listens, putting on the best show for the rest of them, wondering in the back of her mind if they’ve taken it upon themselves to get off to the noise, or if they were too drained from earlier. 

He uses her hair like a leash, gripping it around his fist and pulling her face from the mattress, “don’t be shy, we already know you’re a whore.” 

With each thrust, she moans, whimpers and cries out for more. “Ooh myy goOd,” she starts to tremble as the tip of his cock knocks against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Please?” 

“What was that?” He slaps her ass, “I couldn’t hear you?” 

“Please!! Make me cum!! I need you, please, master!” She pulls out all the tricks, pushes all his buttons and relishes in the reward of pleasure. 

He pulls out, flips her over and slams right back into her, watching her beautiful, bruise ridden tits bounce with the motions, “let go, princess,” he gives her the go-ahead, rubbing her clit for assurance, and she tightened around him as a result. 

“That’s it,” he gets more erratic near the end, “fuck, yeah, take it!” 

She screams while she cums and he fucks her right through it. Gripping the sheets, eyes screwed closed, she almost blacks out from how powerful the release was. 

Now tighter than ever, Eddie thrusts into her only a little bit longer before he’s a goner too. He drops down against her, kissing her neck gently while he ruts into her, moaning with each snap of his hips. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him so impossibly close to her body, that she never wanted to let him go now. 

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, still riding out their highs together. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he reminds her. 

“My love for you only got stronger today,” she assured him. “It was so hot having you show me off… I like when people know I’m yours.” 

He hums, kissing her neck again before propping himself up on his elbow. She brushes his hair behind his ear so he can see her better, smiling at each other with so, so much love and affection in their eyes. “Forever.”

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Best series I've ever read 😍

FINISHED SERIES - completed July 2024

Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family.  What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, reader is a CRYBABY, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Meet the pack

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

👇🏻head cannons and answered questions 👇🏻 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

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