#1 Andy Dolan Stan

she expected you to be exceptionally lady-like, by the way you dressed, talked, and acted. however, you were anything but lady-like. you hated wearing dresses, skirts, bright and happy colors like pink, orange, blue, and yellow, jewelry of any kind; you also didn’t like wearing a lot of makeup, only mascara and a tiny bit of eyeliner. it drove your mother absolutely fucking crazy. you were a cheerleader, and your boyfriend, jason carver, was captain of the varsity basketball team, you needed to look nice for him in order to keep his attention, as your mother had so graciously put it one evening when he was picking you up for an ice cream date and your outfit happened to be a pair of cut-off jeans with a black tank top and your worn-out black converse that had doodles on the midsole and toe-cap. 

you had tried to reason with her that it wasn’t a big deal, you were just going out for ice cream, and not to some high-class restaurant — as if there was one in the small podunk town of hawkins, indiana.

needless to say, your efforts at squashing her protests against your casual clothing choice fell on deaf ears, and you trudged back up to your room to change into a baby pink sundress that your mother bought for you against your will, and white keds.

each hurled insult felt like knives being pushed deep into your chest. how can a mother do this to their own child? make them feel like no matter what they do or say it’s never good enough? you do everything she asks of you, you never question her, never talk back, bend over backwards to meet her expectations of you, and yet, she still always finds an issue with everything that you do.

on this particular morning, she had started in on you about the portion of food you had eaten for breakfast. your father sat idly by while she chastised you, nose buried deep in the newspaper that had been delivered only moments prior. he was no help at all to you when she got in those moods, even when you looked at him with desperation in your eyes to just do or say something. but, like you, he didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of your mother’s warpath, and actively chose to not get involved.

it felt like the room was spinning. your mother’s voice had started to fade off into the distance, but her words still echoed in your mind. all you could feel was rage — unbridled, raw, and overwhelming. 

you had taken a lot from her over the years, stayed silent and tried to be a good daughter, but everyone eventually reaches their breaking point.

“you know what,” you said, slamming your hand down and standing up from your seat at the dining table. “i’m not doing this with you today, mom.”

“honey? i’m only try—.”

“trying to help me, yeah, you say that all the time, but you know what? it isn’t helping me. AT ALL.” you stormed out of the dining room and into the living room, grabbing your backpack from the sofa and swinging it over your shoulders.

your mom came barreling into the room, eyes wide with fury at being talked back to. “y/n, as your mother, i’m only doing what i think is best for you.”

“no, mom, you’re doing what you think is best for you. it’s never been about me!” you picked up your car keys from the hook next to the front door. “you only care about how you feel, what you want, what you need. news flash mom, the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you!”

she looked at you incredulously. she couldn’t believe the atrocities spilling from you. she tried to speak, but you held your hand up, shaking your head.

“i have to go to school. don’t want your perfect daughter to be late, now do you?” with that, you walked out of the house, slamming the door behind you.

“what’s wrong with you?” your friend, rebecca, asked as she walked up to the lunch table you all always sat at. “you look like your dog got run over.”

you looked up from your lunch, having been poking around at it with your fork rather than actually eating it. “it’s nothing,” you lied. “didn’t get enough sleep last night. i’m exhausted.”

“uh-huh,” she eyed you carefully as she sat across from you. “i know you well enough to know that’s a bold-faced lie. but it’s okay! if you don’t wanna tell me, i won’t press you.” 

you sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again.

“it’s my mom…she…we got into it this morning,” you admitted. 

“y/n, i’m sorry,” rebecca said, frowning softly. “is it the same shit?”

rebecca was the first person you had confided in, besides jason, about the issues with your mother. not because you felt she was a good enough friend for that, you had barely spoken more than a few words to her outside of cheer practice, but because she had witnessed your mom berating you after a football game in the parking lot when you thought nobody else was around. 

turns out, rebecca was well-versed in the art of having a toxic mother, as her own put her through the same treatment yours did with you. the two of you became close, and you liked having someone you could vent to, who would understand you and your feelings when shit got too hard to deal with.

especially since jason didn’t understand any of it. he always thought you were being too hard on your mother. that you just needed to hear her out because she loved you and was only looking out for you. it was easy for him to make that judgment, considering his own parents worshiped the ground he walked on and he could do no wrong in their eyes. he was their golden boy, the poster child for perfection, just as he was to everyone in hawkins. 

“i think she wants me to be exactly like her and that’s never gonna happen. i’m not her!” you dropped your fork onto the plastic tray with a sigh.

“maybe you should tell her about how you feel,” rebecca suggested. 

“yeah, like that’ll change anything,” you scoffed. “i’m tellin’ you, beck, she’ll just say that i’m being ridiculous and misunderstanding her.”

rebecca gazed at you solemnly. “you’re probably right, but at least you’ll have some peace of mind knowing that you got it off of your chest.”

your throat tightened, and the sting associated with tears welling in your eyes made its presence known. you quickly glanced away from her, wiping the few tears that managed to escape with the sleeve of your sweater.

you spent countless nights wishing your mother was different. wondering why she couldn’t just be proud of you, regardless of whether or not you’re a cheerleader, or in band, or played sports, or joined an academic club, or just didn’t give a shit about any extracurriculars. because at the end of the day, you’re her daughter, and her love for you should supersede all of that useless shit that won’t matter once you graduate from high school in a few months. she should want you to be happy, should lift you up and support you, not tear you down and make your formative years hell.

“you know…you should definitely start smoking weed,” rebecca said, breaking the silence. “i’m telling you, it works wonders. it helps me when my mom starts her shit. it’ll help you, too.”

“i can’t do that,” you shook your head. “my mom would kill me.”

“she doesn’t have to know,” rebecca countered. “you have that shed in the back of your house, right? the one your dad never uses? you can smoke in there if you’re afraid to do it inside. i promise you, it’ll make everything so much easier.” 

the thought does sound nice in theory. being able to shut your brain off? even for a moment? to deal with the unnecessary pressure your mother put on you? to deal with her constant judgment?

rebecca watched as the wheels turned in your head; a look of consideration sweeping across your tired features.

“okay…but…there’s only one problem. i wouldn’t know where to like, i dunno…get it?”

“well, it’s your lucky day, because i know just the person for that,” she grinned. “patrick’s guy he usually would get from moved out of town a couple weeks back. he was all bummed about it, but one of his buddies on the football team told him where he gets his. it’s actually pretty good shit.”

she talked really fast, almost like she was trying to hurry before someone walked by and heard her talking about her boyfriend’s drug habit.

“who does he get it from?” you asked slowly, brow raised as you glanced at her.

“eddie munson.”

winters in hawkins were the absolute worst. snow still covered the ground from two days prior and more was set to fall in the coming week. you hated the cold and everything that came with it. the dark, gloomy days, the freezing temperatures, the snow, etc. if you could snap your fingers and have it be spring all year ‘round, you definitely would.

especially right now, that you were standing outside by the side of the school, with no cover to shield you from the biting wind. your hands felt frozen, despite having gloves on, and the pockets of your winter coat didn’t do much to help. you silently cursed at mother nature for creating winter to begin with.

you weren’t sure how long you had been standing out in the cold. you glanced at your watch, which read 3:45pm.

fifteen minutes. he had said to meet him at 3:30. 

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you shoved your hand back into your coat pocket. maybe he had lost track of time? or maybe he didn’t take you seriously? or he was playing some kind of prank on you? whatever the case, you were fed up with being in the cold, and wanted to go home to the warmth of your bed. 

you kicked at a rock before turning to head towards the parking lot when you smashed face-first into a solid mass, letting out a yelp of surprise. 

“whoa! hey! sorry! didn’t mean to scare you,” a voice, soft, yet full of amusement chuckled above you.

you pulled back, coming face to face with the man of the hour, himself: eddie munson.

he was panting a little, like he had been running or something, his curly hair was even more wild and unruly than it normally is, his black combat boots wet with shards of grass sticking to them. he was wearing two jackets, a light, black one underneath his signature leather jacket, his denim vest overtop, and dark denim jeans. wasn’t he cold? it didn’t look nearly warm enough to keep him comfortable in the frosty breeze.

eddie noticed the concerned look on your face, leaning in a bit closer, brown eyes furrowed as he carefully asked, “you okay?”

“uh, yeah, yeah, just—didn’t expect to literally bump into you,” you chuckled through your nose. you glanced around you, suddenly feeling a bit awkward and nervous.

“right, okay,” he shook his head. “so, um, we can do this in my van? if you want? ya know, to get out of the cold. you look like you could warm up some.”

you hadn’t realized you were practically shivering; the wind having picked up suddenly and out of nowhere.

“sure,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

he lead the way to his van, which surprisingly wasn’t that far of a walk from where he had asked you to meet him, thankfully. he opened the passenger door for you, a charming smile plastered on his features as he dramatically gestured to the empty passenger seat. “welcome to my castle on wheels.”

you giggled, slinging your backpack off your shoulders and tossing it onto the floorboard. eddie watched as you hopped up into the van, waiting until you were completely situated before closing the door and hurrying to the driver’s side. he got in quickly and turned it on, then put the heater and blower on the highest setting.

glancing around the van, you couldn’t say you were surprised by what you saw. cassette tapes were strewn everywhere, most of which were bands that you had recognized and some you didn’t, a few receipts were also scattered on the floorboards in the front and the back, an empty cigarette pack laid next to your feet; a denim jacket was laid out in the backseat, though it wasn’t covered in patches and pins like his vest, along with his backpack that sat right next to it, unmoved.

you knew of eddie, since he was in your english class, but you didn’t know him very well, if at all. the only thing you really knew about him was that he was theatrical, eccentric, had been held back twice for failing a majority, if not all, of his classes, and that your boyfriend couldn’t stand him at all. you always felt bad for him whenever jason and his buddies picked on him. you had stood up for him, demanded that jason cut his shit out and leave him alone, only to be met with, “he’s a freak, y/n. people like that deserve to be made fun of.”

eddie cleared his throat and you were pulled from your thoughts, shifting in your seat like you had just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“sorry,” you said shyly, wringing your hands together in your lap as you looked down at them.

“don’t be,” eddie shook his head. “i know it’s a bit of a mess in here.”

“oh no, that’s not what i thought at all,” you stammered. “really.”

he looked at you with a raised brow, almost like he didn’t believe a word coming out of your mouth.

he didn’t.

“right,” he scoffed, opening the black metal box he had sitting in his lap. he took the bag of weed out and held it up for you to see, his brown eyes fixated on you. “anyway, i’ll do you a half ounce for, uh…twenty. whaddya say? plenty of bang for your buck. should last a while.”

a group of students walked by, all laughing rambunctiously, and you turned your head in their direction. your chest was heaving slightly, and your eyes were wide with anxiety as you scanned the crowd. a small part of you was worried it was jason and his friends ⎯ that he had come looking for you and would find you here with eddie. you didn’t care about what he would say to you, but more-so what he would say and do to him. the thought made you shudder.

“hey, uh, we don’t need to do this,” eddie rolled his eyes, putting the baggie back inside the metal box and closing it up. “just give me the word and i’ll walk away. or, you can walk away.”

he was annoyed. why did he even agree to sell to you in the first place? he wasn’t in dire need of money ⎯ he had made more than enough earlier in the day when trevor mcclendon bought over a hundred dollars worth of cocaine for the party he was throwing that upcoming saturday. and even if he was, he definitely didn’t need the money from jason carver’s girlfriend. of all people.

“no, no! i-i don’t want that,” you flicked your gaze back to him.

eddie turned to look at you at the exact same time, meeting your gaze. his hardened exterior faltered the second he looked into your eyes. you were scared. no? anxious? no. desperate? that seemed more like it. not desperate in the way that you had gone a long time without weed and needed a fix ⎯ no, he had seen that look one too many times to know that isn’t what was going on with you. it was one that called for help, that begged for it, and it left him wildly intrigued.

“have you ever felt…forced to be someone that you’re not?”

your voice was low, barely above a whisper, and eddie may have missed it had he not been watching you like a hawk.

everything about your body language screamed that you were uncomfortable with even talking about it. your hands were fidgeting in your lap, you kept shifting in the seat, chewing on the corner of your lip, your eyes quickly darting to look anywhere but at eddie. he didn’t expect this coming from you. not that he knew you well enough to say that this was completely out of character for you ⎯ he just didn’t think the ‘queen of hawkins high’ would ever be pretending to be someone that she wasn’t.

“uhh, well, i used to,” he cleared his throat. “back in like middle school, and shit? but uhh…then i realized it didn’t do much, ‘cauuuse i got shit on anyway, so i just said ‘fuck it’ and started doin’ my own thing. been a looot happier ever since.”

the memories of that time in his life come to the forefront of his mind. of when he got teased a lot for having long hair (though now that he thinks about it, it wouldn’t have been considered long compared to how it is now), when the other kids would laugh and call him poor because his shirts had a hole or two in them, and, of course, for being into dungeons and dragons.

he remembers coming home one day, his little eyes red and puffy from crying. he couldn’t understand why the other kids were so mean to him. all he did was keep to himself, aside from the few friends he had made who happened to like metal just like him. wayne listened to him, held him, as he cried in his lap, begging to just be like everyone else. that maybe, just maybe, they’d leave him alone.

that night, he asked wayne to cut his hair, and even though wayne tried to talk him out of it, eddie was persistent. so, wayne grabbed a pair of scissors and the hair clippers, and did as the kid wished.

he shudders at the thought, shaking his head as if to rid it completely. 

you don’t know how he does it. how he can just be himself despite everything that he gets thrown at him. the other students wouldn’t dare confront him, all being too afraid of what he’d do to them, but you know what they say behind his back. devil worshipper. cult leader. freak. weirdo. 

sitting here with him, in his van, and seeing the slight vulnerability he’s sharing with you, you start to think maybe eddie isn’t as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

you must have been silent for some time, lost in a train of thought, because eddie’s voice pulls you back into the present.

“you know, this isn’t the first time we’ve, um, hung out.”

“no?”

“you don’t remember?”

when did that happen? you tried to wrack your brain for when you had ever hung out with eddie munson.

“uh, i’m sorry,” you chuckled awkwardly, shaking your head.

“it’s okay. i wouldn’t remember me either, y/n,” he said in a funny voice, making you giggle.

“you really don’t remember me?” he asked, looking at you like he couldn’t believe you, his arms crossed in front of him. 

“i’m sorry!” you giggled, putting your hands over your face playfully, trying to hide from him.

“middle school talent show,” he said and you took your hands off of your face, listening to him intently. “you were doing the cheer thing that you do? which was kinda cool, actually.”

he made a high v and diagonal motion, though it was really bad and made you chuckle. suddenly it hits you, the memory of that day, and you gasp in realization. 

“oh my god, yes! you were with uhh, your band…uhh,” you snapped your fingers several times, hoping it would come to you. “corroded coffin!!” 

“yes!” he punched the air excitedly, clapping. “you do remember!”

“jesus,” you laughed, beaming as you looked over at him. “i shared my french fries with you that day! how could i forget?”

it all came to you — sitting next to eddie backstage before your performance, striking up casual conversation with him that turned into the two of you giggling uncontrollably, sharing the french fries that came with the burger meal your father had brought you.

“i dunno, maybe i wasn’t as memorable to you as i hoped i’d be,” he admitted, chewing the corner of his lip, brown eyes still trained on you.

he had the tiniest crush on you back then, though it was extremely short lived once he realized that day at the talent show was all it would ever be between the two of you. you had your circle, he had his — your worlds were never meant to collide.

“no, it’s just you looked soo..diff—.”

“different? yeah,” he chuckled. “well, my hair was buzzed and i didn’t have these sweet ol’ tatties yet.”

giggling, you glanced at where eddie had pulled down the front of his shirt, noticing the black ink barely poking out, a stark contrast against his creamy skin.

“you played guitar, right?”

“yup,” he nodded, beaming with pride. “still do.”

“i remember thinking you were pretty good,” you admitted, the memory of watching him play with his band from the side of the stage flashing in your mind.

eddie’s smile grew. that same feeling he had all those years ago, when you first sat next to him backstage at the middle school talent show, came crashing back to him like a tidal wave.

“uh, so, in other good news, flattery works with me, so…twenty-five percent discount for the half,” he said as he flipped open the black metal box and took the bag of weed out again. “fifteen bucks. you’re robbing me blind here, ya know.”

“oh god, eddie, no,” you shook your head. “no, you don’t have to do that.”

“really! it’s no biggie,” eddie insisted, reaching over the middle console to hand the bag to you.

“no!” you giggled, pulling the twenty dollar bill tucked away in the back pocket of your jeans. “i’m not gonna cut you short.”

before he could protest, you took the bag and slipped the twenty into his hand as fast as you could, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

he playfully rolled his eyes, but accepted your offer nonetheless. you stuffed the weed into the front part of your backpack, making sure it was safe and secure. when you finished, you turned to look at him.

“thanks, eddie,” you smiled gratefully.

“anytime,” he replied with a genuine smile.

your gaze lingered a moment longer before opening the door to leave. you hopped out first, wincing as the bitter cold hit you like a ton of bricks, then, grabbed your backpack. 

“wait!” eddie called out, effectively halting your movements.

you looked at him curiously with a tilt of your head, wondering what else he could have forgotten to tell you.

“you should come see my band play,” he rushed, brows pinched together before softening his expression. “we play at the hideout every tuesday.”

a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you tried to hide it. “it’s not a sleazy bar, is it?”

“i mean, it’s not the garden, but you gotta start somewhere,” he chuckled, resting his arm on the middle console as he leaned over. “we usually get a crowd of about fiiiive drunks.”

you laughed, shying away from his gaze for a moment before flitting your eyes back to him. “what time?”

“eight o’clock,” he answered. he didn’t know why he was so nervous about asking you, or why his palms started to sweat whenever you took a while to answer.

eddie knew all of this already. he knew any time he called you up in the middle of the night, horny as fuck and needing to get his dick wet, all he had to do was say, "can't stop thinkin' 'bout that perfect pussy, babe. need you so bad," and you'd be more than willing to give him exactly what he wanted.

he spanked you several more times on both cheeks, each blow harder than the previous. you jolted forward, but he grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you back to him, impaling you further on his cock.

"i know you do," he cooed, rubbing over the welts that have already formed on your ass. with his free hand, he gently shifted your hips forward, so he could get a better look at where you're conjoined. your cunt was clenching around him, and a string of your arousal was hanging from the underside of his thick cock. he gathered it on two fingers, groaning hotly as he did so. "you should see how fucking pretty your pussy looks, babe. you're dripping for me."

without warning, he began thrusting harder, faster, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder to keep you in place while he railed you from behind.

you couldn’t think straight with how fucking full his cock was making you feel, stretching you in the most delicious way, how he pushed against your sweet spot with such accuracy with each drag of his cock, the downright filthy words falling from his lips; “taking my dick so well, babe,” “you want more, hm? wanna feel me for days?” “aww, look at you. you’re so cute, all drooly. am i fucking you dumb? my dumb little baby.”

your elbows gave way after a while, chest flat against your mattress, head turned to the left, eyes rolled back as the coil in your stomach tightened. eddie lifted your hips up a little, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. “fuck yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight as he slammed you back to meet his thrusts. “so good, babe. pussy’s so. fucking. good.” he accentuated each word with a harsh thrust, making you moan hotly.

eddie reached around you, calloused fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast circles on your aching bud. each swipe has your moans getting louder and louder, mixing in with the wet sounds of your cunt and the slap of his heavy balls against your ass.

as much as he loved to hear you scream for him, he knew it was nearly impossible to get away with with your parents' room being down the hall from yours. "shhh," he leaned over you, thumb brushing against the corner of your lips to wipe off some drool, the action fairly tender in nature compared to the harsh way he was fucking you. "you don't wanna wake up your mommy and daddy, do you?"

you shook your head, glancing at him over your shoulder as you do so. his bangs stuck to his forehead, creamy skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his tattoos glisten in the dim light of your lamp on the nightstand. he was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and you clenched hard around him, whimpering.

"then keep it quiet," he softly demanded. "can you do that for me?"

he didn't wait for you answer and resumed the same brutal pace he had taken up before, smirking wickedly as he looked down at you. you tried to stay quiet, but the tickling sensation in your throat from holding it in was becoming too much. it all was too much. every nerve ending in your body felt like they were on fire, magnifying each touch of his against your heated skin and the drags of his cock through your walls.

you feel the moan clawing its way up and bring your hand to your mouth, biting down on the back part to stifle the strained sound that escaped you. it worked for a while, but only a while, as eddie brought his fingers back to your clit.

"e-eddie..." you mewled, the sound muffled around your hand.

"aww, what's the matter, baby?" he mocked. "hm? tell daddy."

he gave a particularly sharp thrust that had you crying out, your hand slipping from your mouth. you moaned were loud, unabashed, and it echoed throughout your room. he tsked, reaching over to grab his jeans that were discarded on the bed off to the side of him, taking the black handkerchief from the back pocket.

usually, those thoughts would creep in late at night when he was trying to go to sleep. he’d imagine how you’d look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. your pretty eyes welled up with tears as you gazed up at him, silently pleading for him to fuck your throat just a little bit faster. he’d picture himself between your legs, tongue flicking at your clit with two fingers pushed in to the knuckle. he’d wonder how tight your cunt is, how wet and warm you’d feel around his cock. the way your walls would flutter and clench with each thrust he gives you. he’d try to imagine how your moans would sound, how his name would fall from your lips, begging him to fill you up with his cum.

in those moments, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. his mind was clouded with lust, only focusing on how fucking good his hand felt stroking his painfully hard cock. it wasn’t until after the post-orgasmic bliss faded did the reality of the situation sink in, leaving him with a heavy, ugly feeling in his chest. 

you were his best friend and had been ever since the 10th grade when you two were paired up to be lab partners in biology. he was there for you through every heartbreak, every new relationship, the drama with the other girls in your class, the bullshit divorce your parents went through, and everything else in between. 

to have those sexual feelings about you, in his eyes, made him just like every other guy — the ones you complained to him about who only wanted to be your friend in hopes of getting into your pants. he hated that he had them, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t push them away for good. they always came back stronger and stronger, and now, much to eddie’s horror, they’re coming up directly in your presence.

he knew he should avert his gaze, should put his attention back on the movie that he insisted the both of you watch. instead, his eyes roamed over your exposed thigh, taking in how the hem of your skirt stopped just below your groin. if you moved even the slightest bit, he’d be able to catch a glimpse of your panties. what kind were you wearing? were they black? pink? blue? purple? cotton? lace? his cock swelled at the idea of you wearing a red lacy thong underneath.

you cleared your throat and it brought eddie back to the present. he quickly tore his gaze away from you and reached to grab his beer from the coffee table. to not seem conspicuous, he glanced down while he took a decent swig, taking notice of the obvious erection straining against his dark denim jeans. fuck what was he gonna do? if he noticed it, you could too if you happened to look directly at his lap.

he closed his eyes and tried to picture every repulsive thing imaginable to get rid of his hard-on. mrs. o’donnell in a bra seemed to be doing the trick, until he felt your hand on his thigh. his eyes snapped open and he looked down at you, the panic clearly evident behind his beautiful, big brown eyes. 

“are you okay?” you asked sweetly. “you’ve been fidgeting this whole time. d’you not like the movie?”

eddie couldn’t speak. your hand was close to his crotch, so close. one inch to the right and you would be touching him. he swallowed thickly, trying to wrack his brain for a good excuse.

he stammered a bit, brows furrowed and slightly shaking his head before settling on, “nah, no. e-everything’s good.” followed by a nervous chuckle and a fake smile.

you weren’t convinced at all. and it wasn’t just because it was blatantly obvious that he was lying. you had noticed him staring at you. noticed how he sucked in a sharp breath when you crossed your leg over the other and your skirt rode up. noticed how he had to dig his nails into the denim of his jeans — something you figured was to keep himself from reaching out to touch you like he most likely wanted to. out of the corner of your eye, you could see his gaze roaming over your body, and you couldn’t deny the warmth that flooded you because of it.

“really? because something tells me your mind was…somewhere else.” you scooted closer to him, and he tensed up a little, earning a giggle from you.

when he doesn’t say anything, a habit of his when he’s really flustered, you gestured to his lap. all of the blood quickly drains from his face, turning him slightly pale. fuck, you knew. you knew and you were probably going to be super freaked out and want nothing to do with him. you were going to yell at him, call him a freak, and run out of his trailer as fast as you could. at least, that’s what he pictured every time he thought about what you would do if you ever found out.

“i uh — y/n, listen, i-it’s not what it looks like—”

“i think it’s exactly what it looks like,” you note. “you got a hard-on. all because of how short my skirt is.”

it feels like the walls are closing in on him and he’s struggling to breathe. he closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable moment when you start cursing him out. that never comes, though, and eddie is beyond shocked when you rub your palm over his erection.

he looked at you, eyes wide, a mix of confusion and wonder behind them. your lips were tugged into a wicked smirk as you felt his cock twitch against your touch. “isn’t that right, eddie?”

he doesn’t know what to do. in all of his worrying, he never stopped to think about you actually being into him that way. you always called him your ‘buddy’ and spoke to him like you did any other friend you had. he thought his chances with you were slim to none and had come to accept that you would only ever see him as a friend.

“i-i,” he stuttered. he took one last glance at you. your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, eyes filled with what he could only describe as lust, chest slightly heaving as you continued to palm him. you wanted him. just like he’s wanted you all this time. that revelation destroyed every ounce of panic within him, and in it’s place, left only an intense state of arousal. “i can’t help but have naughty thoughts when you look like that.”

you can’t suppress the whine that slips past your lips. you increase the pressure of your hand on his bulge, keeping your eyes glued to his. “hm..do you think of me like that often?” you asked thoughtfully.

“y-yes,” he admitted, swallowing thickly as he flicked his gaze from your eyes, to your lips, then back again. his cheeks flushed a hint of pink in embarrassment, but, judging by your lack of a negative reaction, you don’t seem to mind his confession one bit.

“do you fantasize about me? about what i’d do to you?”

he nods, unable to speak as you drag your nails over the imprint of his cock. he was incredibly hard, you noticed, his cock practically begging to be let out from the confines of his jeans. you trail your fingers up to the waistband, slowly undoing the button. you pull the zipper down and eddie feels like his heart is going to burst through his chest. he’s breathing hard, licking his dry lips as he watches you intently.

“in your fantasies, did i ever do this?” you carefully take his cock in your hand, unable to contain the moan that spills past your lips. it’s a lot bigger than what you had anticipated; the head is perfectly shaped, leaking beads of pre-cum from the slit, shaft is thick, slightly curved to the left, with a prominent vein along the underside. the sight, along with the heavy feel of him in your hand, makes your cunt clench around nothing. you brush your thumb over the tip, relishing in the slight twitch from eddie as he gets used to you touching him. you lean over him gathering enough spit in your mouth before dribbling it onto his cock. you start to pump him slowly, from the tip all the way down to the base then back up again, twisting your hand on the upstroke.

eddie watches in awe, soft groans and whines leaving him as you work his cock. he nods, letting out a shaky, “shit, yes.”

getting to actually experience you giving him a handjob was so much better than any fantasy he ever had. you were perfect, knew just the right amount of pressure to squeeze his cock and where to put most of your attention to. his head tilted back as your other hand moved to cup his heavy balls, moaning hotly.

“i thought so,” you said with a smirk. you gently squeezed the tip on the upstroke, mewling as pre-cum gushed from the slit. “can i tell you a secret?”

he flicks his gaze to you, plump lips slightly parted. “w-what is it?”

“i fantasize about you, too,” you confessed. “fuck myself with my pretty pink dildo every night and imagine it’s you.”

there’s no way any of this is real. you? masturbating while thinking about him? an image of you with your legs spread wide, thrusting the dildo deep inside your little cunt flashed in his mind. 

“fuuck…y/n,” he groaned, rutting up against your hand.

you leaned into him, your lips ghosting along the outer shell of his ear. “do you wanna fuck me eddie?” you whispered and he shivered against you.

“yeah,” he nodded. “god, i wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please.”

“good…because i can’t go another second without you being inside of me.” 

you smashed your lips against eddie’s, releasing some of the pent up sexual tension you had been feeling. his lips moved seamlessly with yours, like the two of you had done this a thousand times over. eddie brought the hand that wasn’t on your thigh to cup your cheek, gently brushing his thumb across your soft skin. it was a stark contrast to the way the two of you were kissing, but it made your head spin all the same. you pulled back, about to lift your leg over eddie’s lap when he stopped you.

“wait,” he breathed, peering up at you through the strands of hair that fell over his eyes. “i know we’re just friends, but—”

“just friends?!” you interrupted him. “do your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? do they make you moan like this?”

“n-no,” he shook his head, his brown eyes never leaving your gaze.

“didn’t think so,” you said with a slight smirk. “i know my friends sure as fuck don’t make me wet like this. don’t make me so goddamn horny i can’t even think stra—”

through the haze of the debris, you managed to walk right back into eddie’s gravitational pull as if you had never left it in the first place. that’s how you found yourself completely naked, your knees resting on either side of his head, facing away from him, while he eagerly lapped at your soaked cunt.

to say you hadn’t missed this, being touched by him in a way no other person you had been with after him could replicate, would be a bold-faced lie. you’d thought about him more times than you’d wish to admit when you were alone in your dorm room getting yourself off. you’d imagine his large hands gripping your hips tightly while you rode him, his plump lips kissing over every inch of your body, his fingertips grazing your skin and the fiery blaze they left behind.

“you taste so fucking good, baby,” eddie groaned beneath you, pulling back a little to spread your lips open with two of his ringed fingers. he was mesmerized by your cunt, whimpering softly as a single strand of arousal dripped from your entrance. “always have.”

he licked a broad stripe from your ass up to your clit, flicking the nub once before taking it into his mouth. he dug his fingertips into the soft skin of your hips, holding you to him as he sucked gingerly. you moaned hotly, bringing your hands overtop his on your hips to lace your fingers together. it might be mundane to others, but to you and eddie, the simple act of holding hands during sex, no matter how soft or rough it might be, meant everything. it was the ultimate form of intimacy for the two of you. nothing compared to feeling him squeeze your hand right before he was about to cum, or in a gentle manner whenever he was railing the absolute shit out of you. eddie welcomed you lacing your fingers with his, groaning against you as he did so.

“eddie,” you mewl, slowly rocking your hips against his face to get more stimulation that what he was already giving you. “fuck…”

the words die on your tongue as he sucks with fervor. he keeps it up for a moment longer before pulling back, pressing gentle kisses all over your cunt. “god, i missed you moaning my name,” he breathed, continuing to kiss and lick along your outer lips. “do it again. i wanna hear you.”

“eddie…,” you moan, a little louder this time, lightly squeezing his hands as you tilt your head back at the feel of his tongue flicking over your swollen clit. “yes..keep doing that.. don’t stop..”

he didn’t need to be told twice, always happy and eager to please you in any way if it meant getting to see you completely blissed out because of him. he thought he’d never get the opportunity to do this to you ever again, and now that he’s able to, he isn’t going to deny you the very thing that you, as well as he, want.

over the last year he had several people he would fuck on occasion. it wasn’t normally like him to have different partners at one time, usually only sticking to one, but he needed a way to get you off of his mind. it backfired, of course. like everything else in eddie’s life, it seemed like the universe was just playing one big fucking game with him. he found himself comparing them to you: how they didn’t pull his hair exactly like you did, how they didn’t do that special trick you did each time you sucked his cock, how their face didn’t scrunch in the cute way yours did right before you came, or how they didn’t moan his name the way you did.

every single thing you did drove him fucking insane, and he could feel his cock straining in his pants — he was too occupied with getting you out of your clothes as quickly as possible that he didn’t even think to remove his own. he removed his hand from yours and reached down to palm his growing erection, desperately needing some relief from the overwhelming ache. your eyes followed his movements, and a wicked glint briefly flashes in your y/e/c eyes. you swat his hand away, replacing it with your own. you gently palm him over his jeans, enjoying the way his cock twitches under your touch. he was always so receptive to you, and it was nice to know that hasn’t changed.

“mm…i almost forgot how big your dick is,” you teased, and a small part of you wished you could see the look on his face he more than likely had at your remark. if you had to guess, it was probably a mix of offense and smugness. eddie always prided himself on being the biggest you’d ever had, and told you you’d probably never have another dick as big as his if the two of you ever split.

“whatever, i’m sure those guys at your college all have shrimp dicks,” he taunted, running his tongue up to your ass. he circled the rim once, twice, before flattening it against you in a massaging motion.

he was right, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

“wouldn’t you like to know,” you mewl, making quick work of unzipping his pants and sliding them down to his knees. his cock springs free, slapping against his abdomen, and you couldn’t help the filthy moan that clawed its way out of your throat. you ghost your fingers along the shaft, etching every vein and ridge into your memory, just in case this happens to be the last time you see him this way. his cock is perfect, long, and thick, but not too thick to where it’s uncomfortable, with the perfect mushroomed tip that’s already flushed red and leaking precum. you don’t waste another second and lean down to swipe your tongue over the slit, whimpering at the taste of him.

eddie bucks up into you, momentarily stopping his movements to gather himself at the feel of your tongue finally on him after all this time. “fuck, baby,” he moans, his lashes fluttering as he does so. you smirk, running your tongue over him once more before wrapping your lips around the tip. you suck softly, wanting to tease him until he’s begging you to take more of him.

his grip on your hips is tight, and you’re more than sure there’s going to be small bruises in the morning when you wake up. he resumes eating you out, licking down to your entrance. he pushes his tongue inside of you, flicking at a semi-rapid pace. you moan around him, causing him to thrust into you once more. you bring your hand to wrap around the shaft, pumping him just as slowly.

he bucks up again, his silent way of telling you he wants more, and you give him exactly that. you take him down your throat, occasionally dragging your head back and then down again, inching further along as you go. eddie’s groans vibrate against your cunt, and you can’t help but to grind down on him.

you eventually settle on a steady rhythm, pumping the base of his shaft in tandem. he runs his tongue back up to your clit, flicking it side to side using the tip. you moan hotly around him, feeling the coil already starting to tighten deep in your belly. you knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you’re on the verge of your release. eddie could play your body extremely easily, and he could tell by the way you’ve started riding his face a little faster, that you were getting right where he wanted you to be.

he pushed two fingers inside your cunt, pumping them with ease due to how wet you are. the wet sounds went straight to his cock, causing him to twitch in your mouth. he loved seeing how wet he always made you, and knowing that hasn’t changed, has his own release hurling towards him faster than he had anticipated.

“just like that, baby,” he groaned, thrusting up into you a few times before stopping. “your mouth feels like fucking heaven. shit…”

you moan around him in response, and move your hand off of his cock. you take him all the way down your throat, until every single inch of him is seated. he loved it when you did this. it took everything in him not to blow his load right then and there. he groaned hotly, digging his nails even harder into your hips.

before the two of you knew it, you were thrusting and grinding desperately against each other, having made each other so fucking worked up and chasing your highs. you dragged off of his cock, gasping for air as you do so. you replace your mouth with your hand, pumping him at a fast pace. “eddie…i’m so fucking close…please,” you begged in a whiny voice, your eyes never leaving the sight of his cock as he fucked into your hand. “make me cum, eddie…wanna soak your fucking face.”

“how could i ever say no when you’re begging so goddamn pretty for me.” he curled his fingers against your sweet spot as he sucked your clit back into his mouth. he sucked hard, fast, reveling in the way your moans soon turned into screams of pleasure. you continue pumping his cock in your hand for a little longer before taking him back down your throat. you bobbed your head rapidly, determined to bring on his release as well.

after a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, you came without warning, your jaw slackened as the intense wave of pleasure coursed through you. it was nothing like you had experienced over the last year, making your hearing go fuzzy, legs trembling almost violently. you couldn’t think of anything else than how fucking good it feels, and you never want to go without it ever again.

eddie’s orgasm is triggered by your own, and he shoots hot ropes of cum down your throat. you’re brought back to reality, sort of, and lazily drag your head along his shaft, wanting to prolong his high. he groans hotly against your cunt, lapping up all of your juices until you squirm away from him. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting heavily as he does so.

“holy fuck,” he breathes, gazing up at your cunt through hooded lids. he watches as your walls contract from how hard your orgasm was, and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your pulsating clit. “you’re so fucking hot when you cum.”

you pull off of his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum. you roll onto the side of him, your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

“why don’t you make me do it again,” you said, not even realizing the words you had been thinking had actually been said out loud. it wasn’t until eddie had hovered over you, did you comprehend.

“is that what you want?” he asked as his lust-filled, dark brown eyes searched your own for any hint that it wasn’t something you wanted.

you gaze up at him, brushing his messy curls out of his face. “yes,” you nod, leaning up to press your lips to his in a heated kiss. “make me cum as many times as you want to.”

//

for the past few months you had been sneaking around with eddie behind jason’s back. you knew it was wrong to go out on your boyfriend. he treated you well, bought you everything that you wanted, flaunted you in front of the entire school. he was every girl’s dream guy, the one they all fawned over. yet, you didn’t feel that way about him - not after getting to know the real jason.

the one he kept hidden, save for the moments when he bullied anyone who he didn’t think was on the same level as him. he didn’t see you as his girlfriend, he saw you as a trophy that he had won. the most popular guy in school dating the most popular girl. before you became head cheerleader he hadn’t even bothered to say more than a few words to you, but like everyone else, you had fallen under his pretty boy spell.

until eddie munson came into your life.

all you had needed was something to take the edge off. the pressure your parents put on you to be perfect - the perfect student, have perfect looks, and get into the college of their choice - had started to become too much. you knew from talks around school that eddie was a dealer, so you sought him out after school on a cold, december day. 

to say you were completely surprised by him was an understatement. the big, scary, metalhead freak was actually incredibly sweet, funny, and nothing like the villain everyone made him out to be. it was even more surprising when he said he felt the exact same about you. you hadn’t thought of yourself as being intimidating or scary in the least, but you figured being jason’s girlfriend probably had a lot to do with why he thought that of you.

the two of you hit it off right away, and kept seeing each other regularly after that day. you’d hang out every thursday before hellfire, then it became every tuesday and thursday, eventually turning into whenever you had free time. being around him felt like a breath of fresh air, like you could be yourself without fear of judgment.

your feelings for him developed naturally over time and you did everything you could to fight them off. having feelings for someone else that wasn’t your boyfriend wasn’t something you did. but on the night you were alone with eddie in his trailer, sharing a joint between the two of you, his big, dark brown eyes gazing into yours intently, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

when eddie leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your own, you didn’t stop him. when he kissed you, as if it had been the only thing on his mind for a long time, you didn’t stop him. when he reached his hand under your shirt, you didn’t stop him. you didn’t stop him from unbuckling your belt, pulling your shirt up over your head, or from fucking you multiple times. you wanted him, more than you had wanted anyone, and were relieved that he wanted you just as badly.

“jason,” you chastised, narrowing your y/e/c eyes up at him. “just let it go, please?”

he nodded, though he didn’t look away from eddie, and kept standing with his hands balled into fists at his side.

eddie stuck his tongue out at him, bringing his hands beside his head like the devil horns on his hellfire t-shirt. you couldn’t help the small snicker that escaped past your lips, and you covered it up with a cough once you realized you had done it out loud.

“freak,” jason mumbled under his breath as he sat back down, completely unaware of anything you had just done.

eddie’s hardened gaze fell to you, softening only when he made eye contact with you. you felt your heart flutter, and the familiar warmth that spread throughout your body each time eddie was around you. to keep from completely blowing your cover, you went back to sucking on the cherry-flavored lollipop perched between your fingers, like you had been doing before eddie’s public tirade.

he soon retreated to his own seat, but not before terrorizing some poor teacher just trying to leave back to her classroom.

jason shook his head, a look of disgust on his features as he turned to his friends. “which one of you is getting the beer for tonight?” he asked, once again oblivious to the apparent scowl on your face at the mention of alcohol.

“patrick and i are going after school,” andy said. “my brother is gonna buy it for us.”

you swirl the lollipop around in your mouth as you try to tune the boys out, completely uninterested in the conversation they’re having. your thoughts immediately go to eddie, of him glaring at jason not even moments ago, and how fucking hot he looked. you imagined how he’d be like in bed if he ever fucked his frustrations out on you. maybe he’d handcuff your wrists together with the cuffs hanging on the wall next to his bed, using you however he saw fit. and you’d gladly let him.

you'd let eddie do whatever he wanted to you if it meant you got to feel his long, thick cock deep inside of you. 

which is what you currently craved at that moment.

you glance over at his table hoping to grab his attention. he was talking to those kids, nancy wheeler’s little brother, and his shorter friend with the curly hair - you couldn’t remember their names. mike? justin? or what was it dustin? you watched as he picked them both up by their hellfire shirts, whispering something in their ears before slightly pushing them away towards another table.

eddie waited for the two freshmen to sit with a group of other lonely freshmen before he turned to walk back to seat, only to notice you looking in his direction.

you run your tongue over the top of the lollipop in a suggestive manner, keeping eye contact with eddie as you do so. you noticed him swallowing thickly, letting you know your spur of the moment plan was working.

you wrapped your lips around the candy, bobbing your head subtly, not wanting jason to see just what you were getting up to. he was still going on with his friends and forgot you were even there - what else is new, though?

eddie watched you intently, feeling the blood rush straight down to his cock. he was shocked that you’d do something so bold, seeing as it wasn’t like you, but the mere fact that you were, with your boyfriend sitting right next to you no less, turned him on way more than he’d like to admit.

gareth called out to him, and for a moment he broke eye contact to whip his head towards his floppy-haired friend. he made a ‘what are you doing?’ gesture at eddie. only then did he realize he was still standing in the middle of the cafeteria, on the verge of a fucking hard-on. he made his way back to the table and grabbed his stuff. he looked over at you and signaled for you to follow after him: a simple brush of his hand through his hair as he eyes you up and down.

you both came up with signals for when you couldn’t be seen together. some for regular talks, when one of you had a bad day and needed the other, or, like in this case, a quick fuck.

you wait for eddie to leave the cafeteria before standing up from your seat and glancing down at jason. “i’m gonna head out,” you said, gathering your backpack from behind the chair. 

jason doesn’t hear you over the loud chatter, too occupied with his friends to even notice you’d gotten up. you scoff, shaking your head as you push the seat in, and that’s when jason pays attention.

“where are you going?” he asked, turning in his chair to look up at you.

“if you had heard me the first time, i said i was gonna go.” you didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in your voice, but knowing jason, he’d be too clueless to even sense it.

“what? why? lunch isn’t over yet,” he said, brows furrowed slightly. just like you thought, completely clueless.

“i have that exam coming up in history that i have to study for, remember,” you lied, slinging your backpack onto your shoulders. “if i don’t at least get an A- you know my mother will kill me.”

he seemed to accept that answer, giving you a soft nod, and you leaned down to press a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek before walking out of the cafeteria.

you wandered down the desolate halls of hawkins high in search of eddie. all of the classroom doors were shut with the lights off, save for one at the end of the hallway. you recognized it as the one eddie used for hellfire, and you hurried towards it before anyone could see you. you knock once, twice, and wait for eddie to open the door for you.

he quickly closes the door behind you once you step in, making sure it’s locked so no one else can enter. once the coast is clear, and the two of you are secured inside, he turns to you with a lustful glint in his dark brown eyes.

“that little show you put on back there was definitely something. sucking on your lollipop like that, for me, in front of your boyfriend,” he said, emphasizing the last word with a hint of malice in his tone.

you pick up on it right away and it catches you off guard. eddie had never shown any disdain for your relationship in the three months that you’d been sleeping with him. he’d crack jokes here and there about jason not being able to satisfy you the way he could, which wasn’t a lie at all, he never made you cum whenever you fuck him.

was eddie starting to get jealous?

you couldn’t deny the thought of it added fuel to the already raging fire of arousal burning within you. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning innocence as you gaze up at him with your big, y/e/c eyes. you swirl your tongue around the lollipop for good measure, hoping to get yet another rise out of him.

it worked.

eddie hummed in appreciation, though the look on his face told an entirely different story. “you see, princess, i think you know exactly what i’m talking about.” he reached forward and pulled the lollipop from your mouth, smirking at the shocked expression on your features. he holds it up in front of you, brow raised as he waits for you to admit what you both know is the truth.

the pet name effectively kills any ounce of rebellion you had in you, rendering you completely blank. it was a main weakness of yours that eddie loved to use to his advantage, not that you were complaining.

he took your loss of words as a win, smirking slightly as he slowly made his way over to you until he was mere inches away from your face. “you did that to rile me up, didn’t you? you wanted this. want me to fuck you.”

his close proximity to you, the smell of cheap cologne mixed with the faintest scent of cigarettes, has your head spinning with lust. you couldn’t keep up the charade of innocence anymore. you just wanted him. needed him.

“yes,” you whisper, feeling a rush of heat fan across your cheeks as you meet his darkened eyes.. it never failed to amaze you how easily eddie could reduce you to practically nothing without really even trying. 

“hm, who knew my girl could be so naughty,” he said thoughtfully, brushing his fingers down your cheek to your chin. he let his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, taking in your natural beauty before pressing his lips to yours. the kiss is a mix of soft, but needy. you could taste the remnants of cinnamon gum on his tongue. he broke away first, resting his forehead on top of yours. “if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”

in a swift movement, he pushed your backpack straps off of your shoulders and hoisted you into the air, walking you back towards the D&D table. he carefully sat you on the edge, settling in between your legs as he leaned back in to kiss you heatedly. you both roamed your hands up and down each other’s bodies, needing to feel the other as close as possible. being apart from each other for majority of the day was frustrating for the both of you, and any time you’re together, you can’t keep from touching.

his hand found it’s way to your inner thigh, squeezing lightly before pushing up the hem of your cheerleading skirt to your pelvis. his fingertips toyed with the waistband of the spankies, groaning in annoyance.

“have i ever told you how much i hate when you wear these?” he asked, tugging the offending article of clothing down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind him. 

“only every time i wear them,” you giggle, hooking your fingers through one of the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him closer to you. you make quick work of undoing his belt buckle and jeans, pushing them as far down as you could. “you know i have to. unless you want the entire school to see my goods?”

“noooo thanks,” he said, helping you in removing his pants. he takes his cock in hand, pumping a few times while he pulls your panties to the side. he rubs the tip through your soaked pussy, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels just how wet you really are. “i’d rather them not.”

he pushes into you with ease, and you let out a loud, drawn out moan, your head tipping back. he stills once he’s filled you to the hilt, giving you time to adjust to his massive size.

“eddie,” you moan, rolling your hips against him in an attempt to get him to move. “we don’t have much time.” 

as much as he’d love to tease you right then and there, make you squirm and beg for him to fuck you, he knew you were right.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he said, thrusting into you with a fast, rough pace.

it was never too much any time eddie was concerned. in fact, it was never enough for you. you always wanted more than what he gave you. for it to be faster, harder, rougher. you wanted to be able to feel him for days after he was through with you. and he always gave you what you wanted, but not before making sure you were one hundred percent okay.

“oh fuck…!” you cried out, face contorting into pleasure as the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. “mm..fuck, you feel so good, eddie.” 

“you feel so fucking good, too,” he moaned, gazing down at you as his bangs fell in front of his eyes. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had.” 

he brought his hand to your cunt, and began rubbing fast, tight circles against your aching clit. he smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him, the way you clutched at him like your life depended on it, using your ankles to push him even further inside of you. he loved knowing he was the only one who could make you this way, reveled in it even, and a part of him wished he could have you like this all to himself.

“tell me, princess,” he said, leaning forward slightly so he could angle your hips a little better. “who do you belong to?”

the words are right there on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t find the strength to say them, not when he has you right there on the brink of your release. he senses your dilemma without you needing to say anything, and he slows down the speed of his thrusts, but not the intensity.

“y-you,” you mewl, brushing his hair out of his eyes. you make sure he knows you mean it. you kiss him deeply, bringing your hand to tug on his hair. “i-i’m yours.” 

“that’s right you are,” he breathes against your lips, resuming his previous fast pace. “all. fucking. mine.” he accentuated the words with his thrusts, each one significantly harder than the last.

you nodded rapidly, peppering kisses along his jaw down to his neck. you gently nipped at his sensitive spot, feeling him shiver a bit against you. you kept going, licking and sucking his skin until a soft pink mark appeared. you admired the way it looked in contrast with his light skin tone.

eddie’s cock twitched, signaling he was closer than he had anticipated.

“are you close?” he asked, cupping your face in his large hand as he gazed down at you. the metal of his rings felt cool against your heated skin, and you absentmindedly leaned into his touch.

“yes,” you moan, bringing your hand to cup his cheek as well. “are you close?”

“fuck yes i am,” he groaned, chuckling breathlessly. “you feel way too fucking good.” 

his fingers found their way back to your clit, determined to make you cum before him. “let go, baby. cum for me.”

the white hot pressure building up inside of you finally burst with a few more thrusts and swipes of his fingers, and you cum with a loud cry of his name.

he held you close to him to keep you from slumping over, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. “cum inside of me,” you moan into the kiss, tugging on his long curls.

“are you sure? i will if that’s what y—,”

“it is,” you cut him off. “please…i just wanna feel you cum inside of me. please…”

eddie groans loud, giving one more heated kiss before pulling back. he grips your hips tightly, and chases his own release. it doesn’t take that long, and he shoots hot ropes of his cum deep within your walls.

you wrap your arm over his shoulder, holding him the same way he held you during your release. you press soft, soothing kisses to his cheek, your free hand resting behind his head.

once you've both come down from your respective highs, eddie reluctantly pulls out of you, groaning as a drop of his cum leaks from your entrance. “fuck that’s so hot,” he muses, bringing his finger to run through it before trying to push it back inside of you.

you chuckle in amusement, shaking your head lightly. “only you would think that’s hot.”

“any guy would agree that it’s pretty fucking hot to watch his cum spill out of a girl’s pussy,” he says matter of factly, though a smile tugs on the corner of his lips. 

he pulls your panties back over your cunt, patting it twice to make sure they stay in place. 

“dear god.” you hop off of the table, holding onto eddie’s arm for balance. he picks up your spankies off of the floor and helps put them on you, giving you a tender kiss once he’s done. 

“it’s even hotter knowing you’re gonna go back to your boyfriend with my cum inside of you.”

that shouldn’t have made your cunt throb the way it did, but then again you shouldn’t be doing anything you’ve been doing the past three months.