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“I’m scared now,” you giggled.

“You should be, I’m getting so many ideas!” he chuckled and just when you gasped, he snapped another picture. 

“Eddie!”

“I’ll take more if you don’t shut up and climb back on my dick”

Not that you allowed him to win, but you let him think he did. You threw one of your legs over his without a word and guided his tip at your entrance, before lowering yourself on his cock. Eddie took a deep breath and rolled his eyes in pleasure as you moaned, and just when you saw him too lost in the moment, you snatched the camera from him, covered your breasts with your free hand and took another picture, from the side.

“This can go on your lunch box”

-

“Why are we visiting your mom again?” Eddie whined, his fingers intertwined with yours as you guided him through the office building. “I thought you hated her”

“I do” you nodded and tugged him closer. “But my grandma said something about being decent human beings and being the bigger person and… I don’t know, I didn’t really listen. Point is, I’m doing this for my grandparents. We’ll go in, I’ll introduce you, she’ll try to make small talk, I’ll pretend I’m not annoyed, and then we’re done”

“This is what you stuffed me into this ridiculous suit for?” Eddie cried, “I thought she was buying us dinner at least”

“Can you stop being a child?”

“I can try…”

And as always, your mother was running late. Her assistant mentioned something about a meeting that could not have been postponed, about how your mother was really sorry and that she’d be there as soon as possible, but after 10 minutes of waiting, you and Eddie were ready to leave.

“Y/n, if we  leave now, do we have to come back another day?”

“Yeah, poss-”

“Then, no. We’re waiting”

“I’m bored” you whined and leaned against his shoulder, “Unbore me”

“Oh, those sweet, magic words” Eddie smiled, shaking his head. Confused, you looked up, and saw him pull out your camera from his suit jacket.

“Eddie, no!” you warned and pointed a finger at him. But it was too late.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you from the lobby, into the elevator, and randomly chose one of the many levels of the building. 

“Thank god you didn’t get us stuck inside this elevator”

“Nah, that’s not fun enough”

You didn’t even question it, instead stumbled after him out of the elevator. He was running around aimlessly, neither of you knowing where you actually were, but he never slowed down, not until he reached a small balcony.

Without giving you chance to say anything, Eddie opened the door and ushered you outside, “Take those off”

“You’re insane if you think I’ll-”

“You told me to unbore you, that’s what I’m doing”

“Not like this!”

“I’ll let you peg me”

You instantly stopped complaining. “What do you want me to take off?”

Your flowery shirt and elegant cardigan flew off of you, lucky to have come off with all buttons still intact. Eddie’s hungry mouth instantly found your nipples, and he sucked and bit into your sensitive skin as you giggled and played with his little ponytail - a look you didn’t hate. But it was only a matter of time until someone would pass through the hallway, and so Eddie didn’t let things escalate too much or he wouldn't have been able to leave that balcony for another 15 minutes.

“Lean back” he ordered and while normally you’d have complained about the height, you arched your back over the edge and let your head fall.

As you stood there, almost trembling in the wind, Eddie grabbed one of your hands to get you to cover one of your breasts as he placed his palm over the other one, and snapped a picture. 

“Hurry, hurry!” he said as soon as he pushed the button and pulled you away from the edge. 

He threw your bra and your shirt at you, and jumped to cover you, pretending to light up a cigarette as he waved at one of the employees that walked through the hallway. With your heart in your throat you remained glued to his back, breathing heavily until he turned and let you know it was safe to come out.

“You idiot!” you snapped and hit him with the cardigan you had borrowed from Nancy, “You couldn’t have told me sooner someone is coming?”

“No one saw you!”

“Eddie!”

“Doll, put your clothes on”

Sighing heavily, you did so, and together you left the balcony.

-

“Close your eyes” Eddie said enthusiastically as soon as you took all your clothes off and remained in your underwear. 

“Do you have a surprise for me?” you cheered.

“Yes, sweetheart, I do”

“Am I gonna like it?”

“You’re gonna adore it” he licked his lips and reminded you to close your eyes.

Without being able to contain your smile, you closed your eyes and tried to listen to what he was doing. You heard him walk around the room, heard him shuffle through one of his drawers, and then heard the sound of something metallic being pulled out of a paper bag. Bracelets? you thought and then became convinced of it when Eddie grabbed your wrists. But it only took a couple of seconds for realization to hit, as you soon felt the pair of handcuffs being fastened around your wrists.

“Where did you get these?” you beamed, and tested them a bit. Sturdy, looked like the real deal.

“I stole them” Eddie answered nonchalantly and tugged at the chain between the cuffs. It made you stumble forward, which prompted him to chuckle proudly, “Don’t you love them?”

“Yes!” you nodded and pushed yourself up to kiss his lips, “Are you gonna tie me to your bed?”

“I am, later”

You remained still as Eddie wrapped his arms around you, only to undo your bra, and force it up your arms. Due to the cuffs on your hands, he couldn’t take the bra off of you, but considering he was taller than you and still wearing his boots, when the tugged the bra and the chain as high up as he could, you had to push yourself up on your tiptoes to keep up.

“God, Eddie, stop!” you whined, trying to wiggle your hands out of his hold but he was keeping them too tightly in place. All your struggling did was make your breasts move from side to side which made Eddie grin widely as he showed no shame while staring down at your naked chest.

“Ask nicely”

“No!”

“No?” he laughed and backed away to climb on top of his bed.

You tried to follow, but he kept you from doing so, and now he towered over you, smiling even prouder than before. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart, or I’ll think of worse things to do to you”

“You’re enjoying this!”

“Of course I fucking am, look at you all whiney and upset. You’re adorable”

“Let me go!” you cried, but your amusement was too loud to not be heard too. And on top of it all, a familiar buzz started building up between your legs and the last thing you wanted was for Eddie to find out.

“All the things I could do to you, sweetheart”

“Eddie, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please, let go of my hands!”

He thought about it for a while, and then sighed, “But I like you being all helpless like this”

“My hands are tied, I’m helpless anyway” you tried and then studied his reaction to see if you managed to get to him. 

“I love this too much, I think I’m gonna keep you tied up for a while”

“I’ll do whatever you want!”

“You always do whatever I want anyway” Eddie said.

“I do, and look how you repay me. You’re so mean sometimes”

“Don’t look at me like that” Eddie shook his head, “You love it”

“I love you”

“And you love it when I’m mean to you”

“If I say yes, will you let go of my hands?”

“Yes”

“Then yes” you breathed out, “I love it!”

“That’s my girl” Eddie beamed proudly and dropped your hands.

But he wasn’t done. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he grabbed your hips and threw you on the bed. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the camera and snapped a picture. When he was done, he threw it to the side and returned all his attention back to you.

“What am I gonna do with you, doll, hm?”

“Whatever you want?” you smiled.

-

It had been a long week. School, work, Eddie’s campaign and your promise to help Nancy with the newspaper - it had been horrible. It was now Friday and you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm as you rushed down the streets of Hawkins on your way to Eddie’s house. You weren’t supposed to see each other until Saturday afternoon, so your palms were sweaty with excitement as you imagined the look on his face when you’d burst into his room one day early. 

Carefully, you took out the key he had given you and made your way inside the house. His uncle wasn’t there so it was easy for you to get to his room, where you softly knocked on his door, “Eddie?”

“Y/n?” you heard his voice, weak and out of breath.

You blinked in confusion but still pushed the door open, only to see Eddie naked on his bed, legs spread wide open, cock in hand as probably every single one of the polaroids you had taken had been laid out around him on the covers.

“Eddie?” you struggled to not burst into laughter.

“I can explain” he jumped, “It’s not what-”

“You’re masturbating to our nudes, what’s there to explain?” you teased and walked over to him.

“You were supposed to be at Nancy’s”

“I was, but we were done early and I wanted to surprise you”

“Are you mad?” Eddie cringed, ready to start apologizing. 

“Mad? No! Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know… I just thought-”

“I think it’s kinda hot” you said sitting down beside him.

Eddie studied your expression for a second and took a deep breath, “We need more, though”

“We can always take more, but do we need more?”

“Yes” Eddie sighed and gathered the pictures to show you, “I can’t see your ass in any of them, we’ve got none of me eating you out, none of your pussy, but tons of my dick, not to mention the amount that are either too dark or too blurry”

“When and where?” He said, never letting go of your hand.

“Um I-” You were shocked by his statement. Was he serious? Was this actually happening? “Really?”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this, y/n.” He declared. “I’m actually honored that you want me to be your first.”

“Dreaming?” You questioned, perplexed that he said it that way.

“Do you remember when we first met? You were this dorky kid, teeth full of braces, eating lunch all by yourself. I knew from that moment that I wanted you in my life. I just got lucky that you turned out to be this amazing girl that reads comic books with me, and lets me rant about the dumbest shit in the world.” He breathed, letting go of your hand to sit on the picnic table with you.

He was facing you, a smile still on his lips. Reaching over he pushed the hair in your face behind your ear, pushing your face up to look at him.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time.” He was searching your eyes, looking for signs that you understood. “So I’ll ask again, when and where? Because I’m ready.”

The two of you chatted in those woods for quite some time, working out all the details. It was decided that today was the perfect day. It was like magic, not a care in the world about school, or life, or anything. Just you and him and the possibilities. You decided to go back to his trailer. His uncle was on the road for the next few days for work and you guys would be completely alone.

You entered his bedroom, the air conditioning made it freezing, which was perfect because your nerves already had you sweating. It smelt faintly of weed and his cologne, a dreamy smell that you were already in love with.

Eddie closed the door behind, carefully walking towards you. “We can stop at any moment, okay? Don’t feel pressured.” He whispered to you.

“I want this, Eddie. I’m okay I promise.” Yes, you were incredibly nervous, but who wouldn’t be? He was perfect and this felt perfect. Like the timing was completely in your favor.

He reached to you, cupping your face in his hands to pull you in for a kiss. He was soft and gentle, but the kiss was still deep. You felt electricity flow through you as he moved his lips with yours. A feeling you were not expecting. Sure you kissed plenty of guys, but nothing felt like this. It was intoxicating. All you wanted was to feel closer as you wrapped your hands in his hair, kissing him back.

He separated from your lips to catch his breath. 

“Wow. I’ve wanted to do that forever.” The pause was short because he went right back to your lips. 

He took his jacket off as his lips worked their magic, your hands getting even more tangled in his wild mane. You felt his hands move to your hips, pulling you to him even closer. There his hands trailed up and down your body, just the way you had imagined. He caressed your waist and your back. You could feel him toying at the clasp of your bra.

You let go of him to take your shirt off, giving him better access. His mouth dropped when he saw your black bra underneath. His eyes took you in as he did the same, slowly reaching for the hem, he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Your mouth dropped too. Sure you saw him shirtless plenty of times, and while it made you flustered then, this was different. In this small moment you felt like you could call him yours. 

He went back to kissing your lips, slowly walking you backwards to the edge of his bed. There you plopped down, shuffling yourself up the bed as he crawled over you. You gasped as you felt him kiss just above your belly button. He continued, working his kisses up to your neck, where the sensation made you moan. 

“No one’s ever touched you like this, have they?” He chuckled against your skin.

All you could do was shake your head, pleading with your eyes for him to continue. He took the hint and continued, licking a strip from your collar bone to your jaw, which made you shudder. Your head was spinning as you felt his teeth lightly sink into your neck, earning another moan from you. He was sucking a spot into your neck, taking his time on the one spot. You noted that you’d have to hide that later, but you didn’t care.

As he continued, his hands slid under you to mess with the clasp of your bra again. This time popping it open and tossing it over your head. He sat up to look at you, which started to make you feel self conscious. You started to cover yourself when he grabbed at your hands.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to you. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” You sighed, laying your hands at your sides, giving him the green light.

Eddie took his time exploring your tits. He kissed, and licked, and gently nipped at each one. Your breathing was shallow and he was getting several whimpers out of you. He could tell just how much you were enjoying this so he took a chance. He gently wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, while his fingers toyed with the other one. He began sucking just like he was on your neck, making you almost jump out of your skin. He looked up at you, continuing to the other one to do the same. Always making sure that you were okay. You were practically a puddle by the time he stopped.

Slowly, he worked his way down, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down till he met the top of your jeans.

“Can I take these off?” He eyed you, waiting for a response. 

You nodded, urging him to continue.

“I need a verbal response, sweet girl.” He said sternly. You thought your heart was going to stop when he said that.  Staying completely still, you could tell he was serious so you responded, your voice a little shaky.

“Yes, Eddie.” You bit your lip, the anticipation pooling between your thighs. 

That was all he needed, slowly unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down on your jeans. He kept his eyes on your face the entire time, looking for any sign that you weren’t okay. Your jeans met the same fate as the rest of your clothes, lost to the sea of his bedroom floor. You didn’t mind, all you could think about was Eddie’s hands touching you and as the thought crept into your mind, he did just that.

He laid both hands on your thighs leaning right above your clothed core. You could feel your heart beating there, racing, waiting to see what he would do next.

“These are cute.” He teased, gesturing towards your polka-dotted panties.

“Shut up.” You giggled.

And he laughed too before his fingers tugged at the waistband, pulling them down your legs. Then he crawled back up your body, his face right above yours. He laid to your side as he dragged your face in to kiss you again. His fingers gently pushed your thighs open to touch you. You gasped when they finally worked their way through your folds. He used two fingers to glide them up and down, circling your hole and then sliding up to your clit. His fingers were calculated, giving you just the right amount of pressure. He kept up the motion, moving your juices around as he did.

“God, you’re soaked.” He smiled into your mouth, his words making you blush.

He saw this and smiled even more. “You’re so cute.” He whispered, bringing his lips to yours again.

As his fingers continued gliding through your folds, he licked your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth. That’s when his tongue entered your mouth. The gesture not as weird as you imagined it to be. He was gentle and moved his tongue in small flecks. You moaned into his mouth as you realized you actually liked it.

He pulled away to look at you, his fingers now only circling your entrance. After a moment he slowly slid a finger in. You were used to the feeling as you had already done so to yourself, but his finger was a bit bigger than yours. You gasped, but not because it hurt, but because the stretch felt good. 

He slowly pumped his fingers into you, adding more length each time until you were adjusted. That’s when he added a second finger. Your eyes tightened, but it still didn’t hurt as he worked them in you, pumping slowly, never taking his eyes off you.

“Does that feel good?” He whispered to you, watching your head fall back with pleasure.

You were speechless, only being able to nod and buck your hips with the pumping of his fingers as he went faster.

You were a moaning, whimpering mess, practically writhing on his fingers as you tightened around them. He felt it too, and knowing it was a sign of you being close, he started kissing your neck again. His fingers with the added stimulation brought you to the edge, as you held on to his forearm for dear life. The sounds of his fingers pumping into your wet core filled the room. That along with your soft moans were music to his ears.

“That’s it, baby, let go. You’re doing so well.”

You looked so beautiful as he watched you come undone, pulsing around his fingers, and writhing on them. His jeans felt so tight as he worked you through your orgasm, kissing your face when you were coming back down. 

You were breathing heavily as he slid his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth. Your eyes grew wide as he tasted you, something you were not expecting. It wasn’t something that he even acknowledged when he turned to you.

“You okay? Do you need a minute? Do you want me to stop?” His questions were so endearing. He was so kind and gentle, just like you had imagined. It made your heart melt and only made you want him more.

“Please keep going, Eddie. You’re making me feel so good.” You sighed, needing more.

Eddie wasted no time pulling off his jeans and boxers, his hard length hitting his stomach. You desperately wanted to taste him, to let him experience the pleasure he just gave you, but as you reached for it, he stopped you.

“No, baby, not today.”  He eyed you as you pouted. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. I just want the focus to be on you, okay?” 

You nodded, allowing him to take the lead on things. And you weren’t gonna lie, you wanted him bad, maybe next time wasn’t such a bad idea.

Eddie leaned around to grab the pack of condoms on his dresser, opening it with his teeth, and slowly sliding it on. Your stomach dropped at the idea of what was about to happen, but you knew you were in perfect hands.

He made his way back over you, kissing your lips again. “Are you sure you want this? I promise I’ll be gentle, but don’t forget you can stop me at any time.” He assured you.

“I’m ready, Eddie. I really really want this.” You nodded as you said it, gripping his head to pull it down to kiss you again.

As he did so he made his way between your legs, pulling them over his hips so you would be comfortable. You could feel the head of his cock poking at your entrance, but he wasn’t pushing yet. He was taking his time on your lips, and then moving those kisses to your jaw, then down to your neck, adding to the hickey that was already forming.

That’s when you felt the stretch as he slowly slid into you. You choked on your moans and gripped his hair. Your moans turned into whines as it began to sting a little. He leaned his head back up to kiss your face, stopping to allow you to adjust. 

“I know, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here, baby.” He whispered to you in between his soft moans. 

He was trying to keep it together, but he couldn’t help it. You were gripping him so tightly. You felt so warm and so wet it took everything in him not to slam his hips into you.

Instead, he waited for your body to relax before continuing. Whispering how good you were doing as he added more and more of his length, stopping to let you adjust each time. He did this until he bottomed out, pausing again to let you catch your breath. The entire process did hurt a little but Eddie was being so gentle that it didn’t last for long. He actually made you feel full in the most delicious way, it made your head spin.

“Please move, Eddie, it feels so good.” You cried, moving your hips slightly to urge him on.

Eddie moved, pushing his hips at a slow pace as you whimpered and cried underneath him. He thought his heart was going to explode when he heard you whisper his name in a sigh. Once he thought it was okay to do so he sped up a little, moaning as your walls fluttered around him. Usually he was slightly embarrassed to moan the way he was with other people, but he felt so comfortable being vocal around you that he just let things slip.

“Feel so good around me, baby, so good.” He whined, picking up his thrusts even more.

You clutched his back, biting into his shoulder, earning a groan from him. Eddie put his face to your shoulder, moaning in your ear as his hips stuttered. Being as close as he was he put his hand between the both of you to work your clit. He was sat up more at this point. His eyes went from his hand to your face as your orgasms were hurdling very close together. 

You both were whimpering and moaning. Your face twisting, as you bit down on your lip. The sight of you made him lose it as he shot his load into the condom.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” He continued cursing and groaning as you tightened around him, very close to your second orgasm of the night. 

He continued rutting into you, and rubbing your clit in fast circles until you fell apart around him, screaming his name. Your nails were digging into his back marking it up in a way he couldn’t wait to look at later. He slowed the circles on your clit, working you through it until your body relaxed. 

He then slid out of you, causing you to hiss as you were a little sore. He plopped down next to you on his back, breathing heavily.

“How are you feeling?” He sighed, cupping your face to look at you.

“Good. It hurt a little, and it was intense, but I’m okay.” You felt great actually, like you were floating, it was euphoric, and most of all you felt loved and well taken care of.

That was until you realized it didn’t stop there. Eddie got up, running to his bathroom. You could hear the faucet running, and then he came back. A rag in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He set the glass on the dresser and then made his way back to you. You winced as he brought the rag between your legs.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said patiently, cleaning you up.

He sat the rag on the dresser as well, before picking the cup up. He sat on the edge of the bed, kissing your lips softly before bringing the cup to your lips, urging you to take a sip. You did, taking a few swigs, realizing you were actually very thirsty. Once you were done he set the cup back down and brought his attention back to you.

“Alright, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab some clean clothes and then I’ll put a movie on and we’ll just relax and cuddle, okay?”

And you did just that. He came back with one of his shirts and a pair of boxers for you, similar ones snug around his hips. He also brought the snacks you too had meant to eat in the woods and a few vhs tapes, all of them being slasher films. 

Once you were dressed, and the movie was picked out, he put it on and laid next to you. He raised his arm up so you could lay against his chest. He pulled you in close to him, covering you both with his comforter. 

The two of you then spent the rest of the night laughing at the cheesy horror and stealing small kisses from each other. You were in complete bliss with him, like maybe this could turn into something more between the two of you.

He felt his palms sweaty and his breathing a little ragged. He was there due to a call from your best friend; according to her you were properly drunk, he doubted it a bit, but still hasn't completely discarded the idea.

He took his back of the van door at the sight of you, watching you jump in excitement at the sight of him there. You had a radiant glow on your face and messy hair that made him feel the same butterflies in his stomach as the first time he saw you. As soon as you took a step forward, the words spoken by your friend who supported you by her side made sense, you couldn't even stand still.

"Wow, it's okay. I've got ya!" He grabbed your waist before you both could fall. Without hesitation, you grabbed your arms around his neck and hugged his body, as if your friend wasn't even there anymore.

"Aren't you my hero? Aren't you, pretty boy?" You asked amidst some disconnected words. Your friend laughed, making him blush as you pulled his cheeks together and scrunched his hair to kiss his nose. Mentally deciding that he liked you drunk, he thanked your friend for calling. Given your conditions and schedule, he'd refuse to even imagine you returning home alone. "You're ignorin' me?"

He cupped your face in his hands, needing to stop himself from laughing at how cute your arched brows and watery eyes looked. "No, pup, never." He assured, kissing your forehead as he pulled you to him. "I am your hero, I'm glad to hear that." Shaking his head so his curls tickled you until he could hear your giggles, he guided you into the van.

"So why don't I have a kiss yet?" He belted you, still afraid that you might fall down the stairs somehow. You had a pout, your voice was so serious, and the way you were crossing your arms showed that it was really getting to you. Drunk you was emotional and clingy, he was enjoying it.

"Sure," he cupped your cold cheeks, kissing your nose and then your mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair and then he pulled back a bit before it could make you want to go a little further. "All the kisses you want." He chuckled, playing with the pick hanging around your neck. The chain was his, but it had become yours a few days ago. He was happy about it, still reliving every morning in his head the way you almost refused to keep the object because you knew it was something important to him; and for that very reason he had given it to you.

"Just one more and I forgive you,"

"You promise me?" He laughed to himself as he realized he couldn't resist you even knowing you were being silly for being on the alcohol.

"Yep," you laughed as his curls touched your skin, his lips wet your cheek and forehead and nose and neck and shoulders until you had to ask him to stop before you suffocated on tickling.

"You're welcome, pup," he said as you caught your breath. Still on the stairs, without leaving your side, he pulled out a jacket he'd laid out for you in the backseat and the bottles of water he'd make you drink to avoid so much suffering the next morning. He wrapped the leather over your arms, cradling you like a burrito, and bit your nose lightly as you cuddled up. "Comfortable?"

You nodded, "Did you know I would be cold?" Your words were messy and you had a slight, genuine smile on your face. Your eyes almost couldn't stay open, in a way he thought it was all cute.

"It's late at night, Hawkins is a cold place." It wasn't at all, he was just with you long enough to know. Still, he chuckled at you and winked before leaving to go to his seat.

Still with his face giving away all of the amused gazes, as soon as he turned around he came across with your friend and now a few others looking at you like you were some romantic comedy you made him watch every Saturday night. He nodded, sort of making them understand that he was aware he was being watched and they just sighed a small, "They're so cute." With comforting looks, he just shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up as he muttered once again one, "Thanks for not letting them go alone!" And get back in the van. He heard a lot about your friends, only the good things, he imagined they heard a lot from him too; considering that Dustin knew all about you as well, he was comforted to think that.

Your eyes were distant when looking out the window, you hadn't even noticed the girls watching you or him talking to them, you were totally lost in your thoughts humming to some song in your head.

"My vision is blurred, do you think I'm getting blind?" You said it seriously, but without much concern. He wanted to laugh so bad, yet he didn't want to hurt you.

"Here," he took the bottle he had put at your side, opened it and gave it to you. "Drink some, it will make you feel better. And, huh, well, cure your blindness onset."

He was making sure to drive slowly, as opposed to his sloppy way, in order not to make you sick. You looked happy with the water, not really with the water, it was like water was encouraging some thought in your head and you were happy with that. Although, considering how quiet you were, he started to get scared that this might be a bad sign; after all, he didn't know how much alcohol you had ingested.

"Babe," he called, seeing you swing your leg slightly as you went back to muttering with your mouth full of water; now he had recognized the song. You were singing Iron Maiden, the same song he was listening to in the morning when he took you home after school, you always said you hated it but it always ended up stuck with you for days. "You good?"

"Yeeeep," you said kind of against your will. Without much thought, almost involuntarily, he picked up the tape from his mess and put it on. He dismissed the idea that drunk you might hate that, but as soon as the music filled the van, your face lit up as you pointed at the dashboard. "I love that song! It's been playing in my head for days!" He laughed, making a sound you thought was adorable and made a mental reminder to piss you off about how much you love this song the next day.

"I know you do," he glanced at you, seeing you curled up on the seat in his jacket, looking at him with your bright eyes. "Hold on a little longer, we'll be home soon."

"I don't mind, I enjoy spending time with you. I like the van and the way your jacket smells like you, it's like home." You closed your eyes, as if feeling it deep within you at that very moment.

A cozy silence hung over the two of you, he with a silly smile on his lips and you still lost in your sweet dazzle. "Look at me, puppy." He took his eyes off the road, you opened yours, beaming a bit to see him happy by your side. "I love you, okay?"

You nodded, feeling an unusual awkwardness coming from those words at that moment. You'd heard them come from him just a few times, but it wasn't for lack of feelings, just because it felt more special that way. However, this time it didn't seem to be enough. "I love you." You tried, feeling the same way, and then frowned.

"What's that? Are you angry for lovin' me?" He laughed, but then stopped himself as your eyes watered. "Babe, what's wrong?" He said it louder, frowning as he wondered whether to stop the van or not.

"I love you," you took a deep breath, blinking your eyes exaggeratedly. "I love you a lot." You repeated it, but this time directed it to the window, as if the words no longer made sense.

"I love you a lot too, puppy, I mean it."

"No, I don't love you like that, can't you see?"

This time he stopped the van, facing you with a certain fear. In his mind that would be a moment when he would discover that the last few months of his life were a lie and that the person he loved most in the world was lying to him and that a few drinks of alcohol was enough to end it all.

"I'm sorry, what?" His voice was low, his throat was already extremely dry.

Just so you could fill his chest with air again, "I love you more than these 3 words can say," you scratched your eyes irritably, kicking emptiness. "I can't put into words what I feel, like it's not enough. I need more."

He let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding, feeling light again. "I understand, I feel the same. I feel your love, that's fine, love." He tried to calm you down. "I love you so much more than words can explain as well."

"No, bitch," you pulled his hand away from your face before he touched you, instead he placed his palm over your thigh; it was relaxing and really made you calm down. His cheeks couldn't be redder from holding back laughter. "It doesn't make sense, I love you more, it's like you're a charming tiny horse with perfect teeth and a silky mane and I need to protect you from the world." You gestured with your hands, clearly not too pleased with your own speech. He couldn't hold it this time and laughed. "You need to understand, it's like I want to move in with you, be a part of your life at all times, have kids with you, understand the books you like and music you listen to even if it sounds a little psychopathic at times, it's that I need you a lot."

He bit his lip, feeling like crying along with you. He was really lucky. "You want to have my kids?" He rubbed his hand over your legs, making you shiver at the icy cold of his rings.

You laced your fingers around the necklace, placing the pick between your lips. "I like the idea of ​​little hairy messes who can play guitar just like you, and you're good with kids. You would be a good dad." You whispered awkwardly, your attention totally focused on the chain.

He nodded, even though he didn't quite agree. Anyway, it was good to hear that from you, he longed to have a life with you. "Yeah, I couldn't be more in love with you. I love you so fuckin' much." He said in a state of ecstasy. He expected drunks to be as sincere as many people had described before.

"No, Eddie." You threw your head back on the seat. Your gaze was present but still distant, it was clear to him that you were fighting fatigue. "I, are you listening to me? I love you more, more than these 3 words can say or the feeling you think you know I'm describing!" You closed your eyes tightly, he could tell how upset you were. Unfortunately it was adorable, he wished he'd recorded it for you to watch later.

"Okay, babe." He gave up for a brief minute. "We can discuss more about it later, if you like to? You look tired and we still have a few good minutes to get home, maybe you can get some sleep." He ran his fingers through your hair, watching you snuggle deeper into the seat and kiss his palm. He caressed your cheek for a few moments, until your breathing became calm and then he kissed your head.

He started the van again, making the music come back low and pleasant to both ears. At a glance, he laughed to see your eyes half open and your hand going up to his arm to take up residence there and have a warm place. You liked the silence, though he didn't enjoy it much; but in his defense, he had tried to put you to sleep.

"Pup," he didn't take his eyes off the road. "I love you, I love you so much, more than that 3 words can say and more than you think you know and deffo more than you love me; whether you like it or not." He said sincerely, even if a little sassy with a stubborn grin on his face. He was ready for it.

eddie has been your friend since childhood. since his hair was buzz and he used to talk non stop about his comics, since you were kinda shy and finally felt the comfort of your first ever friendship, you pretty much grow up together. the bond grew stronger everyday as the years passed by; you both knew everything about each other and trusted each other immensely.

so yeah, you and eddie have definitely always been close. but these last few months, you two have became... certainly closer.

so close that he learned the perfect way to enter to your room late at night, when everyone else in your house is asleep and you're waiting for him in your bed, between the dim light and dense atmosphere.

so close that when the window opens slowly and his shadowy figure appears, only his pretty smile visible to you, you feel your whole body tense up .

"hey, babe... seems like you've been really waiting for me." he approaches you slowly, closing the windown behind him and scanning your whole body with his big doe eyes.

the way you're lying down only on your white gown, looking at him with innocent eyes and lower lip trapped between your teeth only for him... it just drives him completely crazy.

"need you so bad, edds" you say lowly as he gets closer to you, chuckling softly. he grabs your face with one hand while the other caresses your bare thighs.

he is over you now, his hot breath fans your face, cigarettes and whisky infused.

"i know, angel. i know." his lips are closer to yours now, but they never touch "need you so fucking bad too." his touch lingers up and down on your thigh.

he's staring right into your eyes. his darkened big orbs, completely filled with lust, his radiating heat, his stare and his right hand hiking up your gown make you feel like you're under some kind of spell, intoxicated.

"tell me what you want now and I'll give it to you, sweetheart" he now rubs the dampened spot in your panties and you can't help the gasp that escapes your mouth. his calloused fingers touching you in ways he could only touch you.

"w-want you to fuck me, please!" it feels almost embarrasing how desperate you get when it comes to eddie. you only think about having him deep inside of you, you just can't wait.

eddie presses wet kisses down your neck as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your eagerness.

"woah. don't you wanna take it easier, doll?" he teases "or you just can't to feel me in that pretty hole of yours, huh?" his slides your panties to the side side and strokes your puffy lips with two of his fingers.

you moan, rising your hips at the awaited feeling of him finally touching your bare cunt.

"eddie" he looks up at you, his eyebrows raised as two of his fingers finally slide inside your clenching hole "f-fuck me" it comes out of you as a whiny moan, the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of you making you weak.

"yeah?" he groans "beg for it then, baby" his fingers have now picked up an steady pace, making you whine and squirm

"please, eddie!" you gasp "i want your c-cock inside me please, please" the pathetic pleas make eddie's cock throb in his jeans, he loved hearing you beg "need it so bad, please!".

now, his thumb presses your clit and you writhe, moaning as you can now feel yourself getting sensitive at every flick his digit does to your puffy button.

"such a good baby, asking so sweetly" eddie coos, smiling. he removes his fingers from your pussy just to unbuckle his belt and lower his jeans and boxer.

"got this pretty cunt so wet, huh?" he groans as he positions himself between your spreaded legs. the sight of you, all messy with your gown hiked up your waist, pussy dripping wet in full disposal made his cock twitch and his head clouded with lust.

"gonna fuck you so good, baby." his tip teases your gaping hole and you whine desperate, unable to wait any more.

eddie eases into you so easily, the feeling making both of you moan. he makes you feel so full, so stretched, that you almost instantly feel cockdrunk.

"holy shit, so- oh fuck, so fucking good" he moans, his thrust picking up an insane pace, barely letting you adjust to his girth. "love this pretty hole so much, doll. you- fuck, you don't even know."

you can't help but moan. you're unable to form any coherent thought as eddie is completely ruining you, his cock splitting you open.

his hand goes up to your throat, squeezing it enough to make you gasp in surprise "you love this don't you?" he spits, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth "such a little slut, huh?."

and yes, you absolutely loved it. the nickname eddie gave you, the way his cock was filling you up completely, the way he choked you enough to make you feel dizzy, everything.

you moan loudly, clenching hard around him "i-i'm gonna-" and eddie knows what you want to say, even if the words get catched up in your throat as you sob, one of your hands covering your mouth.

"fuck, i know baby." he grunts, feeling his release closer than he thought  "c'mon babe, give it to me."

his thrusts get deeper and harder and your walls clamp down and flutter around him, you sob hardly grasping the hand on your throat.

"holy- oh my fucking god." eddie curses under his breath "that's it- fuck, so good" his words sound slurred as he comes undone inside your cunt, his cum filling your pussy up to the brim.

eddie collapses beside you, pulling you close to him as you both try to calm down your agitated breath. you turn your head towards him and see a stupid smirk plastered on his face and you just know he's about to say some kind of dumb shit.

You were sat on the very end of Eddie’s bed, completely naked from the waist down with one leg propped up on his shoulder. Eddie on his knees in front of you, Knuckles deep inside your pussy.

You were trying so hard not to cum, you struggled to contain your moans the pleasure just felt too good. You were surprised the neighbors hadn’t called in a noise complaint.

You and Eddie had only hooked up a few times, you didn’t finish on any of those occasions. You didn’t know how he would react when you finally came.

A few weeks before you started seeing Eddie, you had found out about a special gift you had. You were playing with yourself one night, you had came before but not like this.

This was an thrilling experience, you felt pure euphoria as you reached your climax. Midst your high you felt yourself getting extremely wet, you looked down and saw a wet spot on your sheets. You didn’t know what happened but you liked it.

You felt that same pressure you did that night it first happened, you really needed this. You needed to cum.

Eddie kept the same pace, his hand was wet already but it was about to get soaked. You struggled to keep still, your hips bucked every time he hit your G spot.

“I’m gonna cum” you cried out

Eddie didn’t respond, you looked down at him and saw he was keeping his focus on what he was doing. A small smirk grew on his face right before he brought in his other hand. He used the pad of his left thumb to rub circles on your clit. This sent you, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Your breath hitched as you came, you heard the wet noises coming from below. You even heard liquid hitting the carpeted floor. You were in too much ecstasy to care.

“Holy shit!” Eddie yelled out followed by a giddy laugh “I didn’t know you could do that, baby”

You caught your breath before responding “sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess” you were embarrassed.

“It’s okay” he whispered placing a gentle kiss on your thigh making you shutter “it was so hot” he grinned before putting his own fingers in his mouth.

“You taste delicious”

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It was far from subtle or secretive anymore.

Sure, the technical extent of it known by the student body was still just that you were tutoring Eddie Munson, and given how long it had been going on… well, the jokes about him not graduating a third time had certainly ramped up, despite your deterrence and the obvious improvement of his grades. Rumours flew that the teachers had schemed to get you off final exam-free for the agonizing, dedicated venture, because why else would you, lovely straight-A cheerleader extraordinaire, continue bothering with the bum-ass skid kid wonder?

Now… you were well, well aware of what Eddie Munson could offer to keep you around - his hands, ring-clad and rough-palmed down your thighs, and oh, those lips buried between your legs - but at some point, you began to recognize it was just as much, if not more, the little things, the affection and the warmth it stoked in your chest.

Today was no different, the butterflies in your stomach no less fluttery at waiting for him, no less bursting when he walked in the classroom door that early, early morning, easy smile dimpling his cheeks and coffees and a small crinkly bag clutched in hand.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The nickname never not caused you to melt, and despite trying to keep your expression casual, your demeanour breezy, you practically beamed back at him, already moving to draw him to you. “Hiya. Almost thought—“ Your short greeting was cut off by a sudden yawn, only half-stifled by your hand.

“Oof, you need this,” he smirked and placed the to-go coffee tray on your desk. “How else are you gonna survive the arduous trial of dealing with me before 8AM?”

“Mm, I’ve done it before,” you remarked cheekily, “but thank you.” Standing straighter, you gave a little stretch, revelling in how obviously he was watching each and every movement you made. “Honestly, though, what I think I need more is…”

You leaned over and kissed him, hand gently holding him over your desk by the shirt. He returned it without missing a beat, dropping the bag in his hand on said desk to wrap around your waist. It was longer than intended, content and lazy in the warm morning rays, and most definitely exactly what you had required.

When you parted, Eddie lingered close for just a few moments, face flushed and eyes opening slowly to study you. He seemed almost mesmerized, unusually quiet and all attention on you, and you felt a paradoxical flood of guilt wash over you even as your heart skipped. He looked at you like that, made you feel like this… and yet, you had both convinced yourselves into a place where it couldn’t be acknowledged.

You wanted nothing more than to take his hand in the hallway, sit with him at lunch, kiss his knuckles and call him yours - but what kind of target would all that set up on him, on you?

You hated that you still let their opinions control you, seep into and poison the bright, simple happiness he brought into your life.

“Hey, you good? You kind of zoned out there.”

He brushed his ringed fingers down your arm, voice soft and low. You were struck out of your spiralling thoughts at the contact, and you shook your head and plunked yourself down before they could take root again, anchoring your mood to his presence, the way he angled into you and bumped his knee against yours.

Even with all that doubt and shame nagging at the edges of your mind, you weren’t about to let it ruin a rare morning with him.

“I’m all right,” you nodded, giving him a genuine smile and taking a sip of the coffee he had brought. A little burnt and stale, courtesy of the gas station, but triple-sugared and two-creamed just as you liked it. “Thanks again for… oh, you remembered! Thank you, Eddie.”

“S’nothin’,” he shrugged, but you could see a crooked smile dawn on his own features. “Got you this, too… uh, remembered you said you'd, quote unquote, 'kill a bitch' for one of those Daily’s everything bagels when we drove by there last time, and they actually had some left this morning, so…" He dangled the flimsy bag he had brought in front of you, brows waggling all the while.

Maybe it was the fact that you were ravenous, but it took everything in you not to lunge him into another lip lock right there and then. God, he had you completely and utterly whipped in the stupidest, sweetest ways possible.

“You, Eddie Munson, are an absolute godsend.” You had the bag playfully snatched from his hands before he knew it, a delighted, self-satisfied noise leaving you as you bit into the bagel. “Literally everything I could ever need in one perfect circle.” Your voice became theatrical as you next spoke. “However can I repay you, good sir?”

“Hmm…” He put on a look of mock-consideration and tapped his chin. “Well, I do seem to be in need of some… say, sugar, fair lady—“ He tipped his own coffee cup in your direction, “Perhaps you may provide?”

Your brows drew together at him for a second, before he matched your earlier gesture and was leaning in to press his lips to yours, kiss just as tender as the first. When he went to pull away, you instinctively gathered your hands up his chest, fingers gently tracing the line of his collarbone up to his jaw before settling on his neck. He was putty in your capable hands, an appreciative noise leaving him at the way your thumb massaged his nape, head tilting automatically to deepen the kiss. What was definitely meant to be something short and teasing quickly had him shifting to bring you to his lap, fingers ghosting beneath your skirt and tongue pushing to yours.

Breakfast was forgotten as the kiss went from unhurried to something desperate, needier - your hips grinding down on the growing tent in his jeans, seeking the friction the rough fabric provided, his hand under your shirt, bra shoved aside, his thumb and forefinger circling, rolling, punishing, appreciating… Every kind of noise left the two of you, a gasp and moan from endlessly-kissed lips, a groan that rumbled from his chest against yours, more than a few fucks shared alongside your names.

You were hyperaware of the location, the fact that a too-early student or janitor or teacher could wander by and see your activities, but something about that only added to the fervour with which your hands explored him, to the want coiling low. You weren’t sure you were quite ready to just straight up fuck the man right there in a classroom, but there were most certainly other ways to go about this…

He already had one hand holding you at the back and the other sliding down to press fingers against the thinly-clothed, increasingly-wet apex of your legs, spreading your folds, and you rolled your hips forward to meet him, earning a stutter and stir of his own and that groan you loved so, husky and yours.

“Raring to go, I see… damn near soaked…”

“Mmf, E-Eddie…” You buckled down on him as his thumb grazed your clit, a test of a touch, his mouth fixing itself into a smirk against yours. “God, are we—“ Another euphoric flick of a calloused fingertip, a sensitive whine falling from kiss-swollen lips, “Are we really doing, ah… this, mm—“

He kissed you hungrily, teeth hooking into the plush of your lower lip as he readjusted you higher on him, hand relocating to ass, his tongue following close behind to soothe the area and then sink upwards, never once settling on an angle to maintain. You matched his enthusiasm, tangling a manicured hand in his hair and tugging, nails and all, while you propped the other beneath his chin, thumbing the annoyingly-attractive dimple in it and craning his head to the side to kiss him even deeper, longer.

You were forced apart for air after who-knows-how-long, and with sweat sticking your foreheads together and your chests heaving in-time with hammering hearts, he gazed up you, dark eyes hooded and completely captivating. Finally slipping a finger past your soaked panties and into you as effortlessly as could be, he maintained the eye contact with little more than a crooked, cocky smile, watching smugly how the simple action had you writhing.

“Why don’t you tell me, sweetheart?” he practically purred the words into your ear, nose nudging at the shell of it. You nodded eagerly against his temple, arms tightening around his neck, but he did not heed the way your hips fidgeted, how you clenched around the digit deep within you. Rather, he only slowly added another, curled just the once to further your impatience, your desperation.

“Eddie—“

“I said,” he whispered, pressing a light, infuriating kiss to your jaw, “tell me.”

A hand of yours fell to grab the wrist of the one of his pressed to you, running over the chain bracelet he wore, heated all the same as the three bulky rings denting your asscheek and the jewelled one, slick and edging deliciously just at your entrance. Eddie’s hand twitched at the featherlight dance of your fingers against his inner wrist, the movement jolting his drenched fingers sat punishingly still within you, and you moaned, grinding down to any source of relief to be granted by your words.

“You’re going to take those fingers,” you breathed, quiet with mind to the potential for being heard, before guiding his hand closer, watching as he did so, your own fingers gliding over tattoos. “And you’re going to fuck me with them—“

“‘Atta girl,” he nodded, eye contact still intensely held peripherally, his stubble scraping at your neck and jaw. “Go on—“

“Curl them—“ He did so abruptly, fingers eagerly hooking and stroking, working into a steady rhythm, and you gasped, your walls spasming around him, spurring him on. “Oh…”

“And?” He shifted a little, letting his frustratingly-clothed arousal press slightly from where his fingers played, just below your backside, and your mind blanked as you naturally strained down and back for it. He kissed the hollow of your neck and then prompted again, an amused lilt to his low voice. “…And?”

“Th-thumb,” you murmured, hand rising from its place at his wrist back to around his neck, clutching at his shoulders to maintain your own pace against his relentless fingers. “You’re gonna keep fingerfucking me, and you’re going to take that thumb and— now, now—“

Eddie took the cue, feeling the way you pulsed around his fingers, hips chasing every movement he made, and finally darted his thumb back to that point of pleasure. Abandoning any care that you could be caught, you made an obscene sound that struck him clear through to the cock, pressing almost painfully against you, and he rocked his hips once, twice, again and again as he teased and kneaded at your aching clit.

“Don’t stop, Eddie,” you moaned, fisting his shirt, frantically riding his hand, “you’re— you’re going to— it-it feels - I’m—“

“Oh, it’s all you, sweet thing,” he exhaled raggedly, “Feel that, feel me? What you do - fuck, babe, you deserve it all, never gonna let a day go by where you don’t know that… so come on, right on my fingers, right here, right now, babe… let me look at you…”

He kept at it as he basically babbled, fingers continuing to glide and curl and thumb, never once easing up on you. His words paired with his movements had you climbing ever-higher to that peak, the tightening in your lower belly cresting, close, close, until you were crushing your mouth against his and cumming hard, cursing as muscles contracted and your cunt clenched around his hand. Your chest heaved against his and you had to break away after a long moment to breathe, lungs and heart feeling as though they were about burst, and you caught him staring, simply watching, luxuriating in you as he always did when either of you came, whether together or apart.

Sinking down against him, you pressed your face, flushed as could be, to his collarbone, a lazy kiss or two from your lips to the skin lingering as you came down, body impossibly warm and thrumming, mind blanketed blissfully in a fog of just him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Eddie removed his fingers from within you, and your face grew all the warmer as he raised them in front of you both, a devilish grin on his face as he admired them, slick and shiny, in the morning light. His ring practically glittered, and he caught you watching it alongside him, his smile turning into a glowing sidelong smirk as you buried your face back where it had been.

“Eddie…” you groaned, balling up your hand and lightly play-hitting him on shoulder, embarrassment welling up in you. Shifting slightly, you could feel the mess you both had made below, underwear - of which you clearly didn’t have another pair readily available - absolutely drenched, your legs automatically pressing together as your embarrassment only mounted… fuck sakes, you still had the whole school day to get through…

“Mm, shy now, are we…” he teased, rolling your face from the crook of his neck to look back up at him. “Not sure why,” he mused, self-satisfied smile widening as he raised those glistening fingers higher. You watched with wide eyes as they finally arrived at his mouth, and he gave his thumb a long, thorough lick upwards, heavy-lidded gaze never breaking from yours, a low, appreciative hum leaving him as he continued.

He proceeded to spread your slick over his lips then, tongue darting out to lap it up immediately, a mockingly-playful bite taking to his lip as he carried on with his agonizing display. “You taste fuckin’ amazing, as always, sweetheart.”

Though a part of you felt nothing short of thoroughly bashful, the sight stoked at you all over again, and you squirmed against him, too overwhelmed to think or act coherently quite yet. “God, you are utterly ridiculous,” you huffed, allowing your embarrassment to be soothed by pride at the way he, still hard and straining, rutted beneath you, into that tantalizing soaked heat of yours.

“Can’t deny a man his sugar, princess,” he quipped, leaning past you with a groan and reaching for his coffee. You gave him a curious look that almost instantaneously re-registered a maddening flush of desire and mortification as he popped his index and middle finger into his coffee as casually as could be, swirling them around before taking a long, long sip.

“Y-YOU— Did you JUST—?”

“Yes? Just a little natural sweetener, babe. Courtesy of you, of course.”

You swore you were about to burst into flames, hands flying to cover your face, ears burning and heart palpitating. “Ohhh. My. God…” He would be the end of you, and would relish in every second of it.

“Don’t be like that,” he laughed, a genuine thing that, along with the glorious aftereffects of the orgasm and bizarre, heady flush of your embarrassment, had you going light-headed and those butterflies returning to your stomach. “You’re my favourite flavour, after all.”

“Okay, you know what?” You leaned back on his lap, very deliberately reaching down to fiddle with his belt and zipper, his erection tickling the skin of your inner wrist as you went along. “I think it’s about time you shut up—“

“Oh, of course, you’ll hear not a word,” his face split into yet another grin and he pulled his fingers across his mouth, miming them zipped. His hands then fell to help you with his belt, but you swatted them away, and he exhaled a breathy laugh, running a hand back through his hair.

“I highly doubt that,” you grumbled, finally freeing him from the restricting confines of his jeans and boxers. You caught his eye for a brief second and licked your lips, swallowing through a dry throat at the way his rigid cock bobbed before you, precum practically beckoning you to bend down and—

“Mrs. Pratt, Mrs. Pratt, do you know where the AV equipment was last seen? It’s been missing since Wednesday, and Kenny and I need it—“

The shrill call of a voice much, much too close to the classroom you two occupied had you freezing and your heart leaping to your throat, and one quick glance at Eddie showed that even he had tensed into something of a panic mode.

“Fuck, what’s the time—“ Eddie shifted the chair you were both on at an angle away from the windowed door, obscuring at least a bit if a passerby were to skitter down the hall, before quickly checking his watch. “Goddamn, already 7:55…”

“So much for helping you with last minute review…” You blew out a breath that had his bangs flying up, and he laughed hoarsely, still very aware of your fingers skimming around his length, before leaning forward to tap your nose.

“Ah, it’s not like I didn’t learn something new,” he smirked for the umpteenth time just that very morning, and as always, it made you all the more hot and bothered. “For one, now I know you have a thing for going at it in classrooms… kinda figured you might, what with the whole studious, goody-two-shoes cheerleader act, but damn, you didn’t even hesitate…”

“I thought you were going to shut up,” you narrowed your eyes at him and ran your thumb under the length of his cock, and he groaned as he leaned in and kissed you squarely on the mouth - you wondered briefly if you could taste yourself on his lips…

“People are about to start flooding into the school… gonna be walking down that hallway, going about their day…” he whispered against your lips, “and yet here you are, still basically begging to suck my dick like half your cheer squad and the basketball team aren’t about to walk in that door any minute now… god fucking damn, you’re a bolder one than I, sweetheart…”

“Am I, now?” you finally found yourself leaning into the goading, to the excitement and danger of really, truly getting caught. Experimentally, you brushed the head of his cock with another featherlight skim, and his hips drove forward instinctively, heat throbbing and twitching against your palm and your mind going haywire with the need to sink down on him.

“No shit, babe,” he nuzzled your neck, voice a little breathier than before, “but whereas you somehow might have ended up as the freakier of us - no idea how that happened - I—“ He sighed and made to retrieve his tossed-aside belt, “Well, I’m a glutton for punishment, and the only person I want seeing you like this is me. So, unfortunately, sweetheart, I do believe this little foray is gonna have to wait until at least lunch…”

With that, he was, with much difficulty, removing your hands from his length and rearranging it in his boxers and pants, hissing and half-bucking as he did. You watched with confusion for a second, before squinting at him in frustration and, Jesus, really, truly whining, none of which helped with Eddie’s issue.

“Are you for real right now?”

Your voice was incredulous, your face screwed up in genuine exasperation, and fuck, the indignation had him wanting to drag you to the parking lot and to his van that very instant.

“You want my cock in your mouth that bad, sweetheart?” He jutted out his bottom lip mockingly, eyes sparkling with pure ego as he took your chin in his fingers and tilted it downwards. Through it all, your fingers still toyed around him, something he was more than happy to allow. “God, I love it when you get needy, like, seriously needy. Whore-adjacent, even.”

A sharp, abrupt laugh left you at that, his words doing nothing to alleviate the coiling sensation deep in your gut. “You’re lucky I like you so much, pretty boy,” you murmured as you rolled your eyes and looked away, and yet he knew you were quietly revelling in his taunting, in the name-calling.

“Mm, I am…” Finally having put himself back together, he reached up and brushed his knuckles along your jaw, a fond flash to his eyes and a gentleness to his touch that both contrasted and complemented the entire odd air of the situation. “Very, very much so.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, more embarrassed by the blatant affection than the teasing about, you know, being a desperate slut whom wanted little more than to blow him right then and there.

“Fine,” you humphed, sitting up and back in your own chair, crossing your arms in a way that deliberately hiked up your breasts as you did so, receiving an approving raise of his brows at the action. “But you best believe this is happening the second that fucking lunch bell rings, you hear? Your van, 11:45AM—“

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, shooting forward to tilt you back in your chair and kiss you absolutely breathless. You clutched to him out of sheer surprise, but he had you completely secured in one arm, the other tending to your seat.

It was a little mischievous, a touch longing, and warm above all, and you couldn’t help wrapping an arm around him to kiss him even deeper. Despite the potential for being walked in on at literally any second, it wasn’t rushed, rather quietly, intensely yearning, all-consuming, the ever-present butterflies in your stomach going off erratically as he angled back further and further yet.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, could keep me away,” he whispered as he finally broke away, once again just caressing you, his thumb stroking down your neck, tickling the flushed flesh. “Putting this off for the next few hours, s’gonna be pure fuckin’ agony—“

Pure fuckin’ bliss—

The delayed gratification was already stoking at the fire in his gut, and it had only been barely ten minutes… “—only thing I’m gonna be thinking about is you and that gorgeous goddamn mouth—“ Fuck, he was not helping himself, cock still as hard as ever and clearly evident to you before him, a raised eyebrow directed at it.

“But, oof, the come-up and drop down—“ He put his fingers up to his head and pretended to shoot off like a gun. “Gonna send me to seventh heaven, cloud fuckin’ nine, baby.”

“Mm, right answer,” you smiled, playfully rolling your eyes at his puppy-like enthusiasm, while letting him slowly put your chair back on four legs before you let go of his leather jacket. “And we’re listening to ABBA when we get out there.” You could have requested fucking gospel music and he would have agreed like it was nothing. “Now I suggest you do fulfill your previous promise and stop talking before you blow your load right here and now, Munson.”

At that, he stretched out his arms and did a goofy half-curtsy, applying a kiss to your hand, before turning and retrieving his coffee and bagel, eyeing you the entire time he took a good, long, loud drink of the beverage. “Better eat that,” he pursed his lips at your own once-bitten everything bagel, “Gonna need the energy for later, sweet thing.”

With this, he waggled his eyebrows and took off to his officially-designated desk several spots and a row behind you, leaving you to splutter as your fellow classmates conveniently started to filter in. Unable to mutter or scold or whatever, you tried to school your composure and instead took to his cheeky request, grabbing your bagel and taking a ragged bite, knowing all the while he was watching you, munching away at his own.

Just as a few more people entered the room, you heard a slurping sound from behind you, and you went ramrod straight as you slowly twisted around to find Eddie doing just so, his coffee cup hanging at his lips, doing nothing to conceal a massive smirk. Your attention now on him, he dropped the cup, finished, to the desk, and maintained eye contact as he slowly, heinously licked his lips. He was all casual in the way he held himself above the desk, shoulders relaxed and whole demeanour unbothered, but a quick glance below showed him unsubtly trying to angle his chair to the side, legs awkwardly half-crossed trying to hide the quite obvious.

When he caught you so blatantly staring there, accentuated all the more with a challenging, cocky wink, that smugness of his fell away in a second, replaced with something a little wild, more than a bit pathetic, and nothing short of desperate.

With a furtive little smile and definitive lick of your lips, you turned back to face the blackboard, mind swimming with anticipation and your gut aching with a familiar warmth all over again.

Ok so first things first, the man is a virgin

He would simply melt at your touch

And like, he wouldn’t be completely clueless about what to do…. But he would be asking “is this good?” “right here, yeah?” “just like this?”

Because 1…. He would be doing his absolute all to please you and 2…. He would have a praise kink

I don’t think he would be afraid to admit that he was unsure of what he was doing, and would absolutely adore figuring your body out

He’d be a switch I think, but heavily a sub towards the start of the relationship because he’d just be so obsessed

“Show me how to take care of you, please?”

which may have or may have not lead to him watching you masturbate

Eddie’s obsession wouldn’t go away, or even fade, by the way. It would just turn to other things so he could continue to learn about you

The handcuffs? He would love to use them on you but I think he’d be really nervous to for the longest time. A fear of him not knowing what to do once they were on, or not being able to make it worth the wear would be nagging at him

“It’s okay, Ed. I’m gonna guide you through.” Which would help encourage him

Eddie’s response to your cries of “you’re doing so fucking good, Eddie” would change through that moment, the first time you wore the cuffs

At first it was a gentle encouragement, he was doing the right thing. He was understanding just how to get you to soften beneath his touch. He had warm eyes, and an excited smile.

Now it was like egging him on, he was pulling this reaction from you. His smile was much more desirous, and his gaze had had a darkness beside its longing.

“Look at what I’ve done to you.” He would grin. “So fucking fragile.”

Eddie would be viewing this as an amazement that he could really do this to someone, that he could do it to you

And another thing?? He would kiss every possible inch of your body.

He would do it to tease, he would do it to appreciate, he would do it because he could.

If you were in the cuffs, he would take his time to make his way down your body.

Kissing your wrists once they were secured in place. Kissing your temple as he passed down towards your chest. Kissing between your breasts before his tongue would lead towards your nipples.

Because, yes, Eddie would also lick you at every chance

And, yes, he would tease you more and more as he became more confident

Which… you would edge him one time,,, and he would be so fucking into that

The first time he had decided to return the favor, he had edged you three, maybe four, times before caving, begging you to cum around him.

It would just lead to this back and forth teasing. He would’ve teased before, but intentions would be so much different

Thigh riding 👀

Again, he’d be so obsessed with the way he could make you feel. The way he could make you feel with his dick, with just his fingers, just his tongue, or just his fucking thigh??

Absolutely mesmerizing.

“You’re so wet for me, we’ve hardly even started touching.”

His hands would find a home on your hips, flowing with every movement and pushing you harder down on him.

And just… Eddie is horny :) and needy :)

“One more round?” His lips were trailing up your stomach. “I know you’ve got a lot more for me.”

Pussy drunk Eddie is the greatest Eddie ❤️

after grabbing another mixed drink, you decide to take a detour to steve. “munson,” you say as you approach, eyeing him up.

eddie’s eyes snap to you and you can practically see them light up. “henderson, c’mere,” he smirks, holding out his hand. you place yours in his before he raises them. “alright, now give me a spin,” he instructs and you do so, laughing into your cup. “looking extra good tonight, y/n. that all for me?” he teases, pulling you closer.

you stop yourself from smashing into him by bracing yourself on his chest with the hand he had held. his now travels down to your waist, not so subtly digging his fingers into the flesh. “it might’ve been, but i didn’t exactly see you being here,” you say, cocking your head to the side.

eddie shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. “felt like doing something unusual. maybe i was just hoping to run into you,” he flirted, causing your ears to heat up.

“not like you know where i live or anything,” you respond.

eddie rolls his eyes at you. “i don’t know how much your brother would appreciate me showing up and asking for his sister because i desperately want to bone her,” eddie fake ponders. you give him a look which causes him to chuckle. “don’t act like you’ve got me fooled, princess. i know you want me too,” he says, pulling you closer to him.

you grab his hand that’s on your waist and pulls it away. “maybe i do, or maybe i’ve been dancing with steve harrington all night,” you raise your brows, smirking before walking off.

when you make it back to steve, you’re even more confused on who you want. “you’re back,” steve smirks, grabbing you and pulling you in.

you smirk back, pushing away other thoughts. “that i am, harrington. creaming your pants yet?” you tease, dragging your nail dangerously low on his torso.

the two of you laugh lightly before continuing your dancing like before and getting lost in the music. you knew you were having an effect on steve, and you definitely couldn’t miss the way eddie’s eyes were trained on you from across the room. you felt extremely powerful.

“i need to head to the bathroom,” you said over the music, tapping steve on the cheek before walking away from him once again. eddie is quick to push off the wall to follow you.

as you make your way into the bathroom, eddie is squeezing through sweaty bodies and getting dirty looks from half of them. you did your business, took a moment to collect yourself while washing your hands, and then figured you should probably go find eddie. because really, you still couldn’t decide who you wanted.

lucky for you, you didn’t have to find eddie. because he was standing outside the door waiting for you. “miss me?” you fake pout, leaning against the wall next to him.

eddie huffs, moving himself in front of you with one arm propped on the wall next to your head. “you just love me watching you be all up on harrington, don’t you? you trying to make me jealous?” he asks, leaning in closer.

you glance from his brown doe eyes down to his plump pink lips. they were so damn kissable. “mm not really, but i see it’s working,” you raise a brow.

eddie rolls his eyes at you. “hmph, well who’s it going to be? because i promise you, i can definitely fuck you better than-“

“what’s going on here?” steve interrupts from out of nowhere. both you and eddie’s heads snap to him, eddie’s covered with a scowl.

you hated that you really wanted them to fight over you. not physically of course, you would feel terrible if either of them got hurt. “just getting ready to take y/n home for the night, what’s going on with you, harrington?” eddie smiled, putting on a front and pulling you to his side.

steve put his hands on his hips and gave the two of you a look of disapproval. “funny, because i’m pretty sure i’m taking y/n home tonight. right, y/n?” he said sharply and you couldn’t lie it gave you butterflies.

you smirk and shrug. “i haven’t really decided yet,” you say, stepping out of eddie’s grasp.

eddie scoffs. “c’mon henderson, you were just about to jump on me before he interrupted,” he says, dramatically gesturing to himself and then steve.

“and it’s you who she’s been grinding on all night?” steve asks with mock innocence.

suddenly, a light bulb goes off in your head that has your thighs clenching and your panties dampening. “or you could both have me,” you say, catching them both off guard.

eddie gives you a look, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. you wanted them both to tear you apart? oh that was hot. eddie looked from you to steve before giving a shrug, saying he wouldn’t mind.

“what? i’m not- with munson? no,” steve says, mild panic spreading through his veins.

eddie chuckles at his response, running his tongue along the back of his teeth before stepping forward. he grabs a handful of your ass and pulls you to him roughly, causing you to yelp before relaxing into his hold. “guess since you’re too pussy she’ll be coming with me then,” eddie says, making a show of squeezing your ass as your hand rests on his chest.

you give steve a pout. “are you sure, steve? i really do want you both. please?” you beg, gripping eddie’s shirt as you think of all the ways this could play out.

steve chews on his lip as he debates it. the sight of eddie kneading your ass was enough to make him weak in the knees. “fine, yeah, okay,” steve breathes out, wondering what the hell he’s getting into. you squeal happily, placing a peck on eddie’s lips before going and doing the same to steve.

eddie and steve share a look as you grab one of each of their hands. “alright, where are we going?” eddie asks and all of you stop to think. well…

your house was obviously off limits because… dustin. it was a weekend, therefore eddie’s uncle was home. and for once, steve’s parents were home. eddie ends up telling you to follow him to his van. it was mostly open in the back, therefore giving enough room for certain activities to take place.

you were way too horny to question it anyway. “alright, harrington, you get her worked up while i take us somewhere less crowded,” eddie smirks, opening the side door for the two of you.

the second you’re both in, you’re pouncing on steve and attaching your lips to his. steve grunts in surprise, almost falling backwards at the force of you. eddie hops into the drivers seat and starts it up. “desperate much?” steve asks as he pulls back, grip on your waist getting much tighter.

eddie glances in his rear view mirror, smirking at the sight of you. there were so many things he wanted to do to you, things he’d been dreaming of for months now.

steve begins kissing your jaw, slowly moving from the bottom of your ear towards the point of your chin before dropping to your neck. he finds a spot just under the curve of your jaw that makes you let out a small moan. he smiles in achievement into your skin and begins sucking, nipping, and licking at it to create a nice purple bruise. “don’t mark her too much, harrington. gotta leave some room for me,” eddie jokes from the front seat, turning on to a more rural road of hawkins.

your fingers grasp steve’s perfect hair, whiny moans leaving your lips as you begin grinding on him subconsciously. steve pushes you off of him, laying you on the floor of eddie’s van. he can’t help but take a moment to notice the purple fuzzy rug that actually covered the floor of eddie’s van before reconnecting your lips.

“oh shit,” you moan into his mouth as he reaches under your skirt to ghost over your clothed pussy. eddie bites his lip, scanning for a road to pull off on as he becomes more impatient.

steve’s fingers lightly graze from your entrance all the way up to you clit before moving in slow, light circles. “steve,” you moan, your lips disconnecting as your head falls back.

steve sucks his lower lip into his mouth before smiling. he loved watching you squirm from his barely there touches. “so sensitive already, y/n?” he teases, the pad of this finger still circling your clit.

the van is put into park and eddie shuts it off before climbing it the back. “i don’t even know what i want to do to you first,” eddie sighs dramatically sitting near your head.

“touch me?” you suggest, reaching out for him.

eddie raises a brow and pulls back from you. “i don’t know why you think you’re the one who’s gonna make the decisions,” he tuts, looking to steve to check if they were on the same page.

“yeah, you wanted to act like a whore back at the party, so much so you couldn’t even chose one of us, so you’re gonna get treated like a whore. and whores don’t make decisions,” steve says, removing his fingers from your pussy. you make a noise of complaint and raise your hips, trying to chase his hand. steve only slaps down on your pussy, making you twitch but fall back to the ground.

eddie looks at your flustered face before looking to steve. “okay, harrington,” he laughs lightly, nudging steve. “i like this,” he confirms, looking back down to you.

eddie reaches down, using his fingers to not so gently push your chin back so he can examine your neck. he pushes your head side to side before wrapping his hand around your throat. you gasp from the coldness of his rings and it only causes him to squeeze on the sides of your neck. he lifts you up towards him, leaning down to get close to you. he scans your aroused expression before giving you an evil smile. “let’s see how dirty you are,” he comments, squeezing on your neck particularly tight. you let out a moan, eyes rolling back and closing for a moment. “open your mouth for me,” eddie says and you immediately open your eyes and follow his instruction.

steve watches closely as eddie gets closer to your mouth, his cheeks moving around before a slow dribble of spit slips past his lips and onto your awaiting tongue. you never knew you’d like this before, but holy shit were you getting wetter by the second. “swallow,” eddie whispers, watching you closely. you do, looking up at him for approval. he grunts, leaning down and smashing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

steve begins palming his bulge as he watches you react to eddie’s kiss. you reached up to grab him, one hand to his shoulder and the other fisting his shirt while your thighs clamped together. steve reached forward, grabbing your ankle and making you jolt. you relaxed once you remembered it was just steve and let him remove your shoes.

eddie pulled away, dropping you to the floor and scanning you. “i say we fuck with her a little,” steve says, hands sliding up your calves.

eddie licks his lips and nods. “i agree, let’s get her out of these clothes first,” he says, looking at steve for agreement.

the two boys nod, looking down at you. you were biting your lip, looking between them helplessly. eddie grabbed you by your arms, pulling you into a sitting position so he could peel your revealing shirt off and over your head. steve reached up, pushing you back down and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. he pulls it down and eddie barely gives you a second before he’s reaching under your back and unclasping your bra. “look at those,” he whistles, throwing your bra behind him. you gasp as his hands envelope your breasts. his hands were warm but his rings were ice cold.

“hey man, share,” steve says, grabbing one of eddie’s wrists as he crawls up to be level with him. eddie removes his hand, steve’s quickly taking its place as they both fondle your breasts. steve is rougher, pulling and pinching harshly at your nipple as eddie rolls it between his fingers. eddie leans down, placing gentle kisses over your breasts before wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking.

you moan, hand reaching up to tangle in eddie’s hair. steve smiles at your reaction and gets an idea. he leaves himself down, nudging eddie to the side slightly so he can enclose your opposite nipple in his lips. “oh, shit,” you yelp, hand flying up to steve’s head before you pull on both their hair. they both let out low moans.

eddie continues suckling on your nipple, occasionally pulling back to blow cold air on to it. meanwhile, steve is nipping and licking at your other nipple, causing you to close your eyes in pleasure. eddie pulls away, rubbing over your hardened peak that was now slick with his spit as his cock strained in his pants.

you let out a whine as steve also pulled off of you. the two shared a look before moving themselves down to your bottom half. “guys,” you whimper, catching their attention. “please,” you say, rolling your hips to try and get any sort of friction.

“i don’t like how you address me,” eddie says, grabbing the band of your underwear and snapping it against your thigh. “why don’t you start using your manners, princess? from now on you call me daddy, got it?” eddie says, digging his fingers into your thigh. you nod quickly and eddie gives you a kiss on the cheek. “and for steve… well, what is it you wanna be called harrington?” eddie continues.

steve thinks for a moment while avoiding looking at eddie. “sir or master, either will work just fine, baby,” steve says, making sure you’re good with it. you nod in compliance and then steve is pulling your underwear off and throwing them somewhere in the van. “look at that pretty pussy,” steve says lowly, pushing your legs as far apart as they would go.

steve and eddie each caress one of your thighs, you whimpering in need as they near your heat just to pull away. “you’re already so wet,” eddie admires, biting his lower lip as he strokes the juncture of your inner thigh with his thumb. he was less than an inch away from where you needed some friction and it made you whine, shuffling your hips in discomfort.

the two share a look and a smirk that definitely is hiding something evil. then steve is leaning forward, using his pointer finger to gather some of the slick from your entrance and drag it softly up to your clit. “m-master,” you cry at the contact, rolling your hips against his feather light touch. steve pays no mind to your sensitivity and repeats the action.

as he does it a third time, he changes his fingers to his ring and middle. without warning, he plunges them inside you. you let out a gasp, walls clenching around him as he begins slowly rocking them into you. your eyes closed in pleasure, pushing your hips to meet his every thrust. you hear them chuckle before eddie’s fingers make contact with your clit. “fuck,” you gasp, eyes shooting open in shock.

“feel good, princes?” eddie asks, circling your clit. steve curls his fingers inside of you, stroking your most sensitive spot.

your head falls back again as you let yourself feel all the sensations you were receiving. “yes, daddy,” you moan and eddie’s fingers pick up speed.

you can feel your orgasm building up, the mix of their fingers inside and against you causing you to shake. “gonna cum already, whore?” steve asks, grunting as he continues hammering his fingers into you.

your fingers grip as the shaggy carpet that covered the van floor. “such a slut, gonna cum on two guys fingers. dirty fucking cunt, imagine what people would think,” eddie groans, his dick throbbing from the wet sounds of your pussy.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” you cry, screwing your eyes shut.

steve let’s out a grunt before telling you, “then fucking cum.” you gasp as your muscles tense and an intense wave of hot pleasure floods your nervous system. eddie’s fingers don’t let up as steve’s falter under the grip of your spasming walls. you roll your hips, moans of ‘master’ and ‘daddy’ leaving your lips as you ride out your high.

“good girl,” eddie coos, kissing your face as he continues rubbing at your clit. steve pulls his fingers from you, sitting back on his knees as eddie lets you finish out your high. you finally open your eyes, seeing eddie smiling down at you. he presses his lips against yours as steve begins removing his shirt.

you whimper when eddie pulls away, only for him to crawl down and lay on his stomach between your legs. steve shimmies out of his jeans, crawling to instead sit behind you and prop you against his chest. “what are we-“ you begin but then eddie is licking a stripe up your sensitive slit. you gasp, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair. he chuckles against you, the vibrations making you twitch.

steve’s hands come from behind, finding your tits and immediately squeezing them. you don’t know what to focus on as eddie’s tongue teases over your clit and steve goes between squeezing your breasts and pulling on your nipples.

one hand is tangled in eddie’s hair while the other grips steve’s thigh. eddie pulls your clit between his lips and sucks on his causing you to moan. “fuck, daddy, please,” you say breathily, pushing him into your pussy.

“stop being so greedy, slut,” steve growls in your ear. he harshly slaps your tits causing you to gasp. the noises from eddie sucking at and licking your pussy are sinful but it only urges you on farther.

his tongue dips down to your soaked entranced, thrusting inside and simultaneously grinding his nose against your clit. eddie unintentionally grinds into the floor as he grips your thighs hard enough for his rings to leave indents. “you going to cum on eddie’s tongue? going to make a mess of his face like the whore you are?” steve asks, harshly tugging your nipple as you make eye contact with eddie.

you whine as the knot begins building again and you become hyper aware of everything touching your skin. your back plastered against steve, his hard cock pressing up against you as he gripped your tits. eddie’s cold rings bringing relief to your skin that was on fire as he moves back up to keep lapping at your clit.

“cum, pretty girl,” eddie mumbles against you before sucking harshly on your clit, carefully teasing it with his teeth gently. your head falls onto steve’s shoulder as you cum for the second time. eddie laps your clit through your orgasm after a gush of your cum coats his chin.

steve sucks another hickey into your neck as you come down from your high, eddie moving to do the same to your inner thighs. you lay there, slumped against steve as you wait for yourself to get back together and feeling the two suck bruises into your skin. “you should taste her,” eddie says when he finally pushes himself up. steve reaches down, using two fingers to collect your arousal before placing them in his mouth.

he moans at the taste, watching you whimper as you watch. “you wanna taste yourself?” steve asks as he pulls off his fingers with a pop. you nod, and steve repeats the action only bringing his fingers to your mouth. he pushes them all the way in your mouth as eddie sheds his clothes.

“thank you, master,” you say once he pulls away and then you look to eddie. “thank you, daddy,” you mumble shyly, your mind replaying the sight of him between your legs.

“you’re welcome, princess,” eddie says with a smile, pulling his boxers off. your eyes fall to his cock and widen as it slaps against his chest. “you ready to get fucked, sweet girl? think we’ll let steve go first, yeah?“ he suggests, falling to his knees and crawling to you. he places some hair behind your ear as he studies your face. you nod at him before looking back to steve.

steve isn’t as sweet and caring as eddie, but you don’t care. he doesn’t kiss you for reassurance or give you any input before looking to eddie. “want to fuck her mouth while i do?” he asks, an image coming to his min.

eddie laughs, literally laughs, before smiling. “i like the way you think,” he says and then he’s grabbing you to help place you on your hands and knees. you don’t even know it’s about to happen, but soon enough steve’s head is pushing at your entrance. you gasp at how big he already feels. you can’t see it, but you’re pretty sure he’s thicker than eddie.

steve grips your hips, sliding slowly into you as not to hurt you. “you ready?” he asks once he is fully buried inside you for a moment.

“y-yes, master,” you stutter and then he’s pulling back to slam into you. eddie grabs your chin, admiring your face as steve sets a steady pace and you moan in pleasure. he strokes your chin with his thumb before bringing it up to drag your lip down.

you look at him helplessly as steve grunts, his cock being squeezed by your walls. your eyes close as eddie presses his thumb inside your mouth. you suck on it obediently as steve drives deeper and deeper into you.

eddie pulls his thumb from your mouth when steve begins going faster, hitting against that certain spot inside of you each time. “open your mouth,” eddie demands, stroking his cock as he tilts your head towards him. you do as you’re told and eddie slides himself into your warm mouth. his dick is heavy against your tongue as his hands move to grab your hair. he waits to see steve’s rhythm before pulling you forward to match it. you gagged around his cock before forcing your throat to relax.

as eddie’s cock left your mouth, you were being slammed onto steve’s and then it would switch. your eyes watered as the mix of pleasure and pain you were feeling as you kept steady eye contact with eddie. “oh fuck, if only steve could see your face,” eddie groans, snapping his hips into your mouth.

steve reaches around your waist to start rubbing uncoordinatedly at your clit. “getting close, fuck your cunt is so tight. i need you to cum again, y/n, cum around my cock,” he demands and you let out a cry, tears spilling from your eyes.

the mixed sounds of their moans is the missing piece that sends you over the edge. your whole body shakes as you clamp down on steve. eddie pulls out of your mouth and steve is quickly flipping you over. you slam hard onto the ground but aren’t even able to acknowledge it as your eyes roll back and you gush on steve’s cock. he pulls out, jerking himself off until his cum is splattering over your abdomen.

you don’t get a chance to recover before eddie is taking steve’s place and entering you. you let out a scream as eddie thrusts into you. steve catches his breath before sticking his fingers down your throat and pulling at your nipples. your shaking in overstimulation as eddie pounds into you. “look so pretty like this for daddy, fuck,” eddie says, his hair hanging in his face. you moan around steve’s fingers, seeing stars as you feel the knot build once again.

eddie grabs your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders. he holds on to your shins as he hammers into you, watching the way your eyes roll and spit dribbles past steve’s fingers. the new position has the head of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly.

you’re cumming again in less than a minute without warning. you’re not able to talk with steve’s fingers pressing against your tongue but honestly you probably wouldn’t have been able to anyway. tears leak from your eyes as your body jolts in a way similar to a seizure, cries of pleasure and small moans leaving your throat. eddie drops your legs and then is pulling out, repeating steve’s actions but cumming on your tits. steve removes his fingers as eddie falls to your side, sitting with his head tilted back as he catches his breath. steve watches carefully, half worried you might actually be having a seizure as you continue to convulse. you eventually stop and squeeze your legs together, rolling onto your side to face away from them.

you begin to cry, hiding the small sobs that wrack through you. in no way did you regret it or were hurt, you were just vulnerable. “do we… we should like, hold her ‘n stuff, right?” eddie questions, still slightly restless as he looks at you in concern.

steve looks from him to you before furrowing his brows. “is that gay?” steve asks and eddie narrows his eyes at him. “no that it matters i was-“ steve continues quickly.

“it’s aftercare, steve,” eddie says and steve nods.

“yes, right,” steve confirms and watches as eddie moves to his knees.

eddie stretches his back for a moment. “least she deserves after we fucked her stupid is some cuddles, right y/n,” he says lightly, grabbing your shoulder and tugging you to lay on your back again. he notices your tears and he falters. “you okay?” he asks worriedly which has steve rushing to your side.

you nod, looking between the two. “i would really like those cuddles,” you whimper, not meaning to sound so sad.

eddie nods and looks around. “of course, hunny. uh steve, there should be a rag in my glove box can you get it?” eddie says in a hurried tone. steve nods, standing and pulling up his boxers before going to find it. eddie caresses your face, reaching to grab his underwear and shirt with his opposite hand. “promise you’re okay? we didn’t take it too far?” he asks.

“promise, i really enjoyed it,” you say and steve comes back with the rag. he kneels next to you, wiping his and eddie’s cum off of you while eddie pulls on his boxers.

“can you sit up?” steve asks once he’s done, noticing eddie sitting there with his shirt ready for you. you reach out for his hands, them shaking before he grabs them. the boys help you into eddie’s shirt before laying you back down.

eddie lays his arm across your upper torso, resting his hand right under you your breasts as you lean into him. steve hooks one arm around your waist before finding one of your hands with the other. he lays his head against your shoulder as he and eddie tangle the three of your legs together.

you lay there in comfortable silence before you let out a sigh. “sorry, dustin,” you mumble into the air. the three of you erupt into laughter at your comment. poor dustin.

Eddie would die if anyone else from school heard the way he cheered your name when you arrived on his doorstep the night after you’d been gone the entire two weeks of Christmas break. He embraced you in his arms right away, nearly tripping over the doorstep in the process. Cold air swirled around you two as his lips quickly attached to yours.

“You better have enjoyed that vacation because I’m never letting you leave me for that long ever again,” he pulled away, staring down at you, fingers curling in your hair, stroking your head.

“I was visiting family, dork,” you giggled before his lips crashed onto yours again. You took a deep breath in, taking note of Eddie and his smell. Cigarettes, leather, and the soap you had gotten him a few months ago. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him in two weeks, maybe it was his smell mixed with how undeniably good he looked tonight, but all the sensations mixing made your thighs clench. Anything to subdue the fire that was igniting in your stomach, and the way your skin burned everywhere he touched you. The fire that went straight from your skin to the growing wetness between your thighs. “Okay, really, can we go inside? I’m going to freeze my ass off.”

He pulled away, holding the door open for you. “Now, we wouldn’t want that to happen, now, would we?” he bows, signaling for you to enter. You walk through, but not before Eddie lands a harsh slap on your jean-covered ass.

It takes no time after Eddie follows you into the trailer before you’re on each other like animals in heat. Eddie pushes you against the door, not even bothering to lock it before his lips are on your neck, guitar-calloused fingers exploring your body under your shirt like it’s the first time. It could have been, though.

“Two weeks was too long,” you moan out as he frees one of your breasts from your lacy red bra.

“You’re telling me,“ He sloppily leaves kisses around your nipple, the sensitive skin becoming covered in goosebumps. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Every day since you left.”

You move your hand between your bodies, between your thigh that’s hiked around his body, to run your hand over the growing tent in his dark jeans. You grip onto it harshly, earning a shamelessly loud moan from Eddie.

“Don’t even think about it, princess,” he quips, stopping your hands that were in the process of unbuckling his belt. He grabs you from under your ass, muttering a “jump”. He holds you up and walks you over to the side, laying you on the rough, lumpy couch. You make quick work of shedding your shirt as Eddie slips his own shirt off, tossing them to the side.

“Are we really going to do this here?” you ask, referring to the living room. Eddie slides your jeans past your knees, kissing along your thighs as he tosses them to the side with the shirts.

“I don’t think I can make it to my room…” he throws your legs over your shoulders, “I need you… I need your pussy now. I can’t wait another damn second.”

And then his lips are finally on your wet, lace-covered heat. Your head is thrown back, fingers knotting his curly black hair. His tongue licks fat stripes up and down, and his fingers finally hook through the sides, and he yanks down.

This time, his finger joins his lips, immediately curling to hit the sweet spot. It all crashes over you at once and you sit up on your elbows, yanking on Eddie’s hair to pull his wet chin up to your lips. You kiss him deeply, getting the tangy metallic taste of yourself on your tongue.

“I won’t last much longer. Take your time with me another time, I just need you right now,” you whimper.

“You practically read my mind, sweetheart,” he grins devilishly.

He slips off his jeans and boxers, pushing his wide length into you without warning. Your leg hikes up onto his shoulder, and he doesn’t hesitate before pulling out and pushing back into you quickly, picking up a rhythm immediately. You gasp out, lips pressing to his puppet tattoo. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses in response.

The sounds bouncing off the trailer walls were pure vulgar, something that would be fitting for some ridiculous porno tape. But rather than it being some woman faking it, you were genuinely a mess under Eddie. Wet squelching, skin slapping, disgusting words you normally wouldn’t think about saying in a sweet, normal hookup with Eddie. You felt your walls clench tighter and tighter, his soft moans pushing you closer to the edge when suddenly, the sound of a door opening yanks you out of your trance.

You and Eddie, both horrified, looked over to the door opening. You yelp, covering your eyes, and Eddie screaming some obscenity to alert whatever was opening the door (as if the loud vulgarities weren’t alerting enough).

The door slammed just as fast as it opened, and you heard a disgusted exclamation from the voice you recognize as Wayne, as in Eddie’s uncle.

“Ah, shit,” Wayne yells through the door. You peek through your hands at Eddie, now kneeling between your legs, both frozen in fear. You reach to the side for your shirts, needing something, anything, to cover yourself, and what was left of your dignity, up. “Sorry- I didn’t…”.

“We’re going to my room now…” Eddie yelled, slipping his hand into yours, leading you to his room and grabbing the scattered clothes in the process.

“Oh, God, I’m mortified,” you whisper, awkwardly covering yourself as much as you can running and flinging yourself onto his bed. Eddie follows and you dive into the sheets. The door to the trailer opens again, and Eddie peeks his head out of his room.

“Sorry Wayne…” you can tell Eddie’s choking back a laugh. You hear Wayne’s voice through the door, now submerged in Eddie’s sheets.

“It’s fine, kid, just… not on my couch, please. I paid good money for that thing.”

Eddie nods and closes his door. You cover your face with the sheets.

“I’m never going to live this down…” you whine, stifling a laugh.

Eddie slips into the sheets next to you, arms wrapping around your waist and planting kisses on your neck.

“Oh, come on… Wayne’s cool…” he suggests. You finally look at him and finally crack, both of you breaking into a fit of laughs. Somehow, Eddie ends up on top of you, his hand finding your mouth, slipping over it, and cooing a, ‘shhhh’.

“Let’s just try and be quiet, now, if you think you can,” he smirks, slipping under the sheets and sinking between your legs, once again.