sing me to sleep

Eddie watched practice from the bleachers this time, giving you his full attention. The sports bra and tiny little shorts you were wearing didn’t hurt. But you really were so good, it was impressive. His eyes widened when you pulled off a string of back handsprings without missing a beat.

“Why is the freak over there watching us practice?” your teammate, Leah, whispered to you, grabbing her white sneaker and leaning into a stretch.

You shrugged, redoing your pony with your green scrunchie wrapped around your wrist. “I invited him.”

Leah looked at you like you were crazy. “Why would you do something like that?”

“He’s a nice guy.”

Leah just stared at you. Then, a shrug - “If you say so.”

After practice, you went to the locker room right away and took your shower. Dressed in your green shorts with the white stripe on the sides and a loose Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, you met Eddie at the exit just as promised.

“Ready to roll?” he asked you. He’d been playing with his keys as he leaned against the brick wall, looking a lot more casual than he felt. He couldn’t believe this was happening - he was about to have you in his van, then in his house - in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed.

Thank god he put the panties away in his closet this morning.

“Ready,” you echoed, looking cheerful and energetic despite the long, challenging workout you had just done. Your pink duffel bag was over your shoulder, your hair down.

The ride to Forest Hills was a little awkward. Eddie, who normally could talk endlessly, couldn’t find anything to say. What could he say to you? He couldn’t exactly start rambling about D&D or Ozzy Osbourne. You would definitely think he was a total loser.

His palms were sweating as he pulled into the trailer park, both from his hands’ tight grip on the steering wheel and from the anxiety of you seeing where he lived. The Queen of Hawkins in his trailer? He felt like he could be sick.

He pulled up in front of the trailer, eyes glancing over to you to see your reaction. You didn’t really have one at all. It almost seemed like you didn’t care - like you didn’t look down on him for living here or being poor. He had pictured you scrunching your nose up, looking disgusted at the thought of stepping inside. But then he felt guilty - he shouldn’t have thought so low of you.

“Welcome to my castle,” he said as you walked up the front porch, Eddie dropping the keys his first attempt at opening the door. He blushed as he bent over and picked them up, trying again with shaking hands. He could feel you watching, making his nerves worse. Finally he got the key in the stupid lock and pushed the door open.

You looked around, taking in the Munson trailer. It was mostly neat, a few wrappers and dirty dishes sitting around that Eddie quickly scooped up. There was a collection of hats in the living room, a mug collection in the kitchen. It was small, but in a cozy way. It felt warmer and more lived in than the Carver house, that was for sure.

“Do you want to, uh…” Eddie gestured down the hall. “Come to my room?”

You smiled at him, but there was no innocence behind it. If Eddie picked up on it, he didn’t show it. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Eddie led the way down the hall, distinctly aware of your presence behind him. He could physically feel it, like a promise of…something looming overhead. In his dreams, he thought.

Walking into his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that he hadn’t cleaned up in a while. The room was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the floor and his ashtray on his bedside table full of both cigarettes and weed. The smell from the joint he smoked last night still permeated the room, much to Wayne’s disappointment, he could imagine.

“Sorry,” Eddie muttered as he lifted the ashtray and unceremoniously dumped it in his trash can. Your lips quirked up in amusement, which made Eddie feel a bit more at ease. At least, until he remembered who you were and that you were in his room.

“It’s no problem,” you said easily. You dropped your duffel bag on his floor and took a seat on his unmade bed.

The sight of you sitting on his mattress was distracting, to say the least. His eyes lingered on the way the sheets bunched around your bare thighs, your shorts riding up even higher than they originally were. You leaned back casually on your arms, your head tilted to the side, breasts perky and…well, there.

Your smile only grew - his staring was obvious but you didn’t mind. You liked the attention you got from Eddie. It’s not like you weren’t getting plenty elsewhere, but none were quite as adoring as the flustered metalhead standing in front of you.

“…The shrooms?” you reminded him playfully, to which Eddie shook his head as if he were knocking some sense back into his brain. 

“Right. Yeah. Uh, they’re in one of these drawers…”

Eddie turned and began searching through the bottom drawers of his dresser. As he was digging through, he was completely unaware that you had decided to help him - by opening his bedside drawer.

The yearbook caught your attention immediately - it was obvious one of the pages had been dog eared and you were curious. With Eddie still crouched on the other side of the room with his back to you, you flipped open the book - and landed straight on your cheerleading photo.

Your eyes went wide. It wasn’t hard to imagine why the page was bookmarked, why the pages were slightly stuck together, or what he had been doing with it. You weren’t exactly surprised at the discovery, but having the proof in front of your face filled you with a wicked sort of delight.

“Eddie,” you said, your voice teasing. “What’s this?”

Eddie didn’t have the forethought to be scared, but when he turned around, he went pale, rooted to the spot. “O-oh,” he stammered. “I just- I- it was an accident-“

“Have you been looking at this picture of me?” You had a mischievous grin across your face, holding the yearbook wide open for him to see. “And what have you been doing while looking at it?”

Eddie’s cheeks were bright red as he gaped at you, completely lost for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Thank god he had hid the panties, but why didn’t he have a better hiding place for the fucking yearbook, too? “Look, I can explain-“

You flipped through the pages, seeing just the one marked - only you. Eddie fumbled over his words frantically. “I just- it was- I just needed to save that page, because…” He couldn’t even come up with an excuse. He wanted to throw himself out the window of a very tall building.

“Do you touch yourself while looking at pictures of me, Eddie Munson?”

It was pure panic now. His head was spinning, his breath quick and shallow as he looked around the room, desperate for something to spark some kind of idea. “I’m sorry, I- seriously, I’m not a creep I swear. Please don’t-“

“Why don’t you show me what you do?”

It was like his world stopped turning. Everything froze. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes - “What?”

You slowly crawled across the bed towards him, not breaking eye contact, his heart palpitating. When you reached where he stood at the end of the bed, you lifted your hand, rubbing it over his thigh. He was straining beneath his jeans, the zipper pressing against him uncomfortably. “I’m more of a visual learner. I want you to show me what you do with that picture.”

Eddie swallowed hard. He looked at a spot on the wall over your head, like he was scared to meet your eyes. “I…I don’t know what you mean-“

“I think you know exactly what I mean.” You sat back on your knees, looking up at him. He finally looked down at you, feeling breathless, like the air he was drawing in wasn’t quite making it to his lungs. His palms felt sweaty, he wiped them on his jeans.

“Look, I’m really sorry, I know-“

“Why are you sorry?” You frowned. “I’m not mad. I just wanna see.”

Eddie froze. He didn’t make a move, like if he did anything at all the moment would slip through his grasp, you would disappear or start laughing and call him a freak and leave with a new story to tell Carol and Tina. But none of those things happened. You lifted your hand instead, drawing it down his arm until your hand intertwined with his.

“Come show me.”

You pulled Eddie down and finally he obliged, crawling onto the bed next to you and sitting with his back against the wall at the head. You smirked at him, hands rubbing up and down his thick thighs. “So. How do you start?”

“Uh…” Eddie was still trying to gather his bearings, still trying to come to terms with the reality of what was happening. “I…”

You tried a different angle. “What turns you on?”

“You,” he answered quickly, before he had the time to think about it. He immediately felt like slapping himself, but the grin on your face only made his heartbeat speed up.

“What do you think about?”

“Fuck,” he breathed - and then it all spilled out. “I think about whatever you were wearing at school. Especially if it was your uniform. I think about your legs, your ass, your tits. Think about-“ He almost let it slip, almost said the way you look when you’re getting fucked, but pulled it back at the last second.

You sat up on your knees, giving him full view of your body now. His eyes roamed, drinking you in without shame, the apprehension leaving his body with the possibility of you giving him access to yours. “Do you like what I’m wearing now?”

Eddie nodded eagerly. Yeah, he very much did. The tiny little shorts showed off your body, and the oversized shirt did nothing but remind him of what you looked like underneath it. He longed to touch you, to finally feel your skin beneath his fingertips. He was sure he could make you feel better than Steve did. He’d had plenty of time to think about it.

“Would you like it better if I…” You played with the bottom of your shirt, pure teasing, but Eddie didn’t mind. “…took something off?”

Eddie’s eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he was nodding so fast he could barely process the way you giggled. His cock was so hard within his jeans, and you had him in such a trance, he was ready to take it out now and give himself some relief.

“You first,” you said. “Let me see what you’re working with, Munson.”

He was out of his mind with lust, he might as well have been having one of his wet dreams with how little thought he was putting into this. You were here, in his bed, telling him to take his cock out - he wasn’t about to question a goddamn thing.

He hesitated for only a moment before his hands darted down to his jeans, eyes never leaving you as he worked open the button and zipper and lifted his hips slightly to shove the material down his thighs. When he pushed his boxers down, his already rock hard cock slapped against his stomach, and then it was your turn to widen your eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Munson.”

Eddie stopped. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed together. “What?”

“Eddie.” You looked at him seriously, but he didn’t seem to get it. “You are huge. Do you really not know that?”

His cheeks tinged pink, heat rushing to them. “Well, I…I mean, I guess I kind of knew, but I don’t exactly have any experience-“

You didn’t acknowledge the last part of his sentence, because it was a surprise to no one that Eddie Munson was a virgin. But how could he not know what he was packing?

“I’ve never been with a guy quite so big…” you said, hands rubbing over his bare thighs now. He was bigger than Steve? His cock twitched, desperate to feel your hands on him, but you weren’t quite there. Yet.

“You- you haven’t?” The thought sent a thrill through Eddie, and without thinking, he wrapped a hand around his cock. He squeezed at the base, tip throbbing, flushed red with his arousal.

You were surprised at the desire that sparked deep in your belly, the sudden need to wrap your lips around him and blow his mind. But - not yet. You wanted to see a show first.

“Definitely not.” You licked your lips as you looked down at him. “It’s gonna take some work to fit.”

Eddie let out a strangled groan, hips snapping up into his fist just once at your words. “Fuck. You…you want to do that?” His voice shook as he spoke. “I think- I mean, we could make it fit.”

He hadn’t even said it to be hot, but it made you clench your thighs together anyway. “Maybe sometime,” you smirked. “What do you do when you start?”

“Uh…” Eddie cleared his throat. “I just…” He slowly stroked his hand up and down his cock, chest heaving as he watched you, in real life, on his bed. “Shit. I just…like this.”

Your gaze was hungry as a drop of precum beaded on his slit, and without missing a beat, he smoothed his thumb over it and rubbed it down his shaft. Your eyes flicked back up to his. “Do you want me to…?”

“What?” Eddie asked, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you, the small part of his brain still thinking logically struck with confusion.

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you leaned forward and spit on the head of his cock. Eddie let out a gasp, his cock jumping in his hold, but he spread the saliva around with his hand quickly, lubricating his dick as his eyes darkened on you. “Shit.”

“What next?” you whispered.

“I…” his eyes left you for only a second, darting to the yearbook then back to the real thing. “I’d look at the book. Look at your body. Think about what’s underneath.”

At that moment, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up and over your body, leaving you in just your sports bra. Eddie didn’t move his eyes an inch as you reached behind your back and unhooked the bra, slowly letting it fall forward, exposing your breasts. 

His breath caught in his throat - sure he’d seen you topless before, but that was from across the room, hidden behind a shower curtain. You were half naked in his bed right now - he couldn’t get over that - here, wanting to show him. His eyes roamed your perfect tits, sitting so pretty on your chest, within his grasp. He didn’t reach for you - you hadn’t invited him to do that yet - but it took everything in him to keep his hands to himself. Without even noticing, he had begun pumping his cock, eyes locked on you.

The pleasure was building in his body quickly. His hand moved faster, breaths coming in shorter bursts. He let out a low, shuddering moan, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Watching Eddie jerk off - to you - was hotter than you’d expected when you initiated this little plan. You didn’t expect the way your panties clung to your wet pussy, your nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom. You weren’t prepared for how badly you wanted him to touch you, how badly you wanted to tell him to fill you with that huge cock. The thought of having it inside you - it made you shudder, clit throbbing from nothing but the idea. What was happening to you?

“That’s it,” you cooed. “Stroke your cock just like that for me. That’s right. You’re doing so good, getting off for me. Look so good, Eddie.”

He looked so far gone, his wrist flicking so fast as he brought himself higher and higher. His cheeks blushed red, the muscles in his neck tightening every time he got especially close. He looked so good.

You were really about to say fuck it and crawl onto his lap when he started moving his hand faster, little “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”s spilling from his lips as he neared his release fast. You were almost disappointed, but also needed to see how he looked when he came.

“Are you close, Eddie?” you asked him, as if it wasn’t completely obvious he was.

“Yeah, oh fuck yeah,” he huffed. His abdomen muscles were clenching, his thighs shaking. And his eyes never left you - well, mostly your tits - but they never strayed from your form in front of him. You were all he needed to see, the only thing he needed to cum in under 2 minutes.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he whined. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Eddie moaned immediately. “So good. So good for you.”

You leaned in closer, seeing how absolutely wrecked he looked. So far gone. “You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You grabbed your tits in your hands, squeezing them and playing with your nipples right in front of his face.

Eddie whimpered, then - “Oh, fuck!” - and he was cumming, his cum shooting up and onto his hand, his stomach, you. Some of it splattered onto your breasts, painting your smooth skin and nipples with white. Eddie’s jaw dropped at the sight, his cock twitching and giving one last spurt of his release.

When it was over, both of you stayed still, unsure what to do next. Eddie was terrified of doing anything that would ruin the moment, anything that would ruin his chances of having this - or more - happen again. He wanted that more than anything.

You sat back up on your knees. Eddie’s cock was softening as it lay against his stomach, his body still painted with his cum. He didn’t care - he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You, coated in his release, had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Do you, uh…have a towel?” you asked awkwardly, gesturing to your chest.

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Eddie said. He leaned off the bed, grabbing a dirty-but-not-too-dirty towel from the floor. “Here. Can I…?”

You didn’t say anything, but let him wipe you off. Only once you were clean did he move back to his own body, wiping himself off. He pulled his jeans back up as you got your bra and shirt back on.

“That…that was…” Eddie began.

“Hot as hell?” you offered with a smirk, and he felt such immense relief in that moment, he let out a deep breath.

“Yeah. Holy fuck. I’ve never- never even dreamed of anything that hot-“

“I’m glad I could help you out,” you said. You were smiling at him kindly from where you sat, and Eddie still couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe this had happened, and you didn’t seem disgusted with him whatsoever.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said as he laughed sheepishly, standing from the bed. “I forgot all about your shrooms. Let me just, uh…sorry, I can’t think straight.”

“It’s okay,” you said. You were picking up your duffel bag, much to Eddie’s disappointment. “I do need to get going after you find them, though. My family’s gonna be wondering about me if I’m not home for dinner.”

“Got you.” Eddie held up the bag of shrooms. “Want me to drive you back to your car?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

As you walked out of the trailer with Eddie, letting him lock up behind you, it felt surreal. What you’d just done, you hadn’t planned. Sure you loved teasing Eddie, but you hadn’t intended for it to go that far. But you found that you didn’t regret it. You found yourself wanting to do it again.

Eddie was a changed man the next day at school. He walked into Hawkins with his head held high, as if every student in the school could see it on him, could tell what he had done with you. Well, you hadn’t actually touched him, but still. It was pretty awesome.

When he saw you at your locker, laughing with Carol and Tina, he thought you looked radiant. He wanted to walk right up to you and say something, but he knew that probably wouldn’t go over well. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend - but fuck, he wished you were. He caught your eye and you sent him a smile that sent sparks through his body. Carol and Tina looked in his direction, shooting him a look that was some kind of mix between disgust and confusion.

He wasn’t entirely unused to it.

He followed you around just about the whole day - he knew your schedule, of course he did. He waited until he saw you in the rare moment you weren’t surrounded by your friends, standing at your locker, getting ready for the game. He took a deep breath and began walking in your direction. He could do this. He was going to talk to you.

“Got something to say to my sister, freak?”

Jason stepped out in front of him - fuck, Eddie hadn’t even realized he was around. Rookie mistake: approaching the hottest, most popular girl in school in front of her douchebag twin brother. Patrick and Andy were on either side of him, forming the perfect ‘bully’ scene straight from a movie.

How cute.

“I-“

“No, you can save yourself the breath because I don’t think there’s any world where you’d have an excuse to talk to my sister that makes any sense.” Jason turned to each of his friends, laughing as if he were a real comedian. “If she wants to buy, she’ll come find you, freak. School’s over. You can run back home to your trailer park now.”

Eddie clenched his fists - he couldn’t let Jason get to him the way he was trying to. It wasn’t worth it. Behind Jason’s back, you turned, finally noticing the scene going on behind you. You looked confused for only a moment before you stomped over, bag over your shoulder.

“Jason,” you said. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jason did a double take, looking back over his shoulder at you, then back to Eddie. “You can’t actually want to talk to this loser, right?”

“What if I do?” You put your hands on your hips, looking at your brother with all the attitude in the world. “I don’t remember hiring you as my bodyguard.”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah. Well, don’t worry, if this is the company you want to keep, I won’t be getting involved.”

“Good.” You tilted your head to the side. “Now don’t you have a basketball game to get to?”

Jason didn’t move at first. He looked between you two again, Patrick and Andy waiting for guidance from their leader. There was no independent thinking in that friend group whatsoever. Jason scoffed and shook his head. “Fine. Bitch.”

The three basketball players walked off towards the locker rooms, standing tall as if they needed to make the point that they were unbothered. You and Eddie watched them leave.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, looking less than his usual confident self. “That guy’s an asshole.”

“Yeah. Try living with him.” You smiled softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why he’s playing protective older brother all of a sudden. He doesn’t actually give a shit about me outside of his own reputation.”

“It’s okay. He just doesn’t want his sister seen talking to the freak. I get it.” He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It bothered you.

“Seriously, fuck him,” you said. “But, uh…” A smirk danced across your lips. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie pushed Jason from his mind, turning to the Carver twin standing before him - you were much nicer on the eyes. “Uh…about yesterday…”

“Yeah?” You took a step closer to him and Eddie felt his heart thudding against his chest. There was no one in the hall but the two of you, his cock immediately stiffening as you placed your palm on his chest. “Did you think about it after I left?”

Oh, fuck, did he.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted, needing to clear his throat. “Yeah, I…I did.”

“Ooh,” you hummed, pleased. “What did you do? Did you touch yourself again?”

Eddie closed his eyes. Fuck, you were going to kill him. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” you giggled. “Did you make yourself cum for me one more time?”

Eddie nodded. He was so far gone for you.

“And without me,” you tsked. “I would have liked to see it, Eds. Wasn’t that a little selfish of you?”

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. You did something to his brain that he couldn’t understand. “Can…can I make it up to you?”

Your eyes lit up at that - it made Eddie’s heart stutter. You really wanted to see him again? That badly? “Of course you can,” you said. “Maybe I can come over again after the game?”

He nodded, way too vigorously. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.” His eyes dropped to the bag on your shoulder. “D’you want me to wait and give you a ride?”

“I can drive,” you said. “I don’t wanna subject you to basketball.”

Eddie was a little disappointed - he kind of loved watching you cheer. He loved watching you, at least. But he wasn’t going to say that. “Okay. Cool. You know where to go?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ll see you there.” You trailed your hand down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. “Miss me while I’m gone.”

Eddie went straight home after school. He wasn’t interested in hanging around and taking even a single chance at missing you - even though you’d be cheering for at least 2 hours. Wayne was still home when he pulled up.

When he walked into the trailer, he saw Wayne standing by the kitchen counter, dressed in his work clothes and drinking a cup of coffee while he scanned over the paper. He looked up when Eddie closed the door.

“Hey, son,” he said. “How was school?”

“Fine,” Eddie said. He tossed his keys on the counter with a clatter. Wayne looked over at him before turning back to his coffee.

“How’d that essay turn out?” he asked.

Shit. Eddie hadn’t even started the essay that was due tomorrow. How did Wayne even remember that? He had been too preoccupied with you.

“Oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “Good. It, uh…came out good.”

Wayne gave him a hesitating nod, before shaking his head and turning back to his coffee. Yeah, he knew Eddie better than that.

Leaving Wayne in the kitchen - putting his coffee cup in the sink and reminding Eddie to lock up before he went to bed - Eddie went down the hall to his bedroom.

He was glad he came home first, because your panties were right there in the middle of his unmade bed. Maybe he’d had a little session this morning before school, so what?

He hid them far in the back of his closet, where he didn’t have to worry about any possibility of you finding them. Once that was done, he got to work straightening up his room. No more nasty ashtray this time.

When he was done, he checked his watch. Then again 5 minutes later. And again.

It was torture waiting for you. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but as long as you were coming over, he knew it would be the best thing that had ever happened to him. Just like last time - and you hadn’t even touched him.

A knock at the door pulled him from the chords he was plucking on his guitar. He jumped up, hanging the guitar safely back on the wall, and practically ran to the front door.

You were a sight for sore eyes on the other side. He thought you would have changed, but you were in your uniform. That sweet smile on your face, way too innocent for the kind of girl you were. And Eddie could see it, could sense it.

“Hi,” he said, his palms sweaty. He tried to subtly wipe them on his jeans. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you purred, voice like honey. When he didn’t move, your smile grew bigger, your light giggle like music to his ears. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh, yeah! Yes. Yeah,” he said quickly, shaking his head, the tips of his ears going pink. He stepped out of the way, holding the door open for you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, kind as ever. You stood in his living room, such a pretty thing looking so out of place on this side of town.

Eddie closed the front door, then turned. He was standing right in front of you, unsure what to do. Should he offer you a beer? Suggest to go back to his bedroom? Would that be too forward?

“…How was the game?” he asked dumbly.

You laughed. “Fine. The usual.” You tilted your head. “Sad you missed it?”

His cheeks heated - you saw right through him in a way that scared the hell out of him, but also turned him on. He shrugged. “Maybe.”

You giggled again, taking a step forward. You were much closer now, the smell of that damn perfume filling his senses - matching the stolen lotion hidden in his closet. He felt his cock stiffen. He had fucking pavlov’d himself.

Slowly, you reached out and trailed your fingers down his arm, your touch feather light. Goosebumps appeared across his skin, a shiver running through his body.

“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, your voice so soft and beautiful it floated through the air to Eddie’s ears, his whole body going hot. He was getting harder by the second, and nothing had even happened.

“Yeah,” he said, barely a whisper. “Let’s go.”

You led the way, Eddie trailing behind you, watching your ass as your skirt swayed with every step.

In his room, you perched on the end of his bed like a doll, the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure what to do. It made you laugh as you beckoned him over.

Eddie swallowed, shifting awkwardly on his feet before finally moving to sit next to you. He couldn’t even look at you, bouncing his knee.

“Eddie,” you said lightly. “Calm down. It’s okay. It’s just me.”

It’s just you.

Yeah, it’s you, that’s the point.

Slowly, he turned to look at you. You were looking right back at him, your eyes shining with mischief. Your lips looked so soft-

“Do you want to kiss me?”

He was sure he had imagined it. He was asleep, dreaming, or he was in the middle of the most vivid jerk-off fantasy yet, because it sure sounded like he heard those words with his own ears from your mouth. 

“What?” he asked, his eyes going wide.

“I said…” You lifted a hand, resting it on Eddie’s cheek. He jumped the tiniest bit, not expecting the contact, his breathing becoming shallow. Your thumb touched his bottom lip, gently pulling down before letting it go. “…do you want to kiss me?”

You really had said it. Before Eddie could wake up from this dream, he nodded vigorously. Yeah. Yes. Please.

You smiled, then leaned in slowly. Eddie watched you for as long as possible until his eyelids slowly fluttered shut, your warm breath on his lips, and then finally, finally, he felt the sweet pressure of your lips against his own.

Eddie had never kissed anyone before. Never even come close. But none of that mattered because right now, his lips were connected to yours, and holy fuck, what was happening?

He didn’t know what to do. He sat there, still, until you giggled against his lips and took the lead. You grabbed Eddie’s hand laying down by his side and brought it to rest on your hip while your lips moved against his own, showing him what to do. They were as soft as they looked, maybe even more so, and they tasted like the cherry chapstick you were always putting on in class.

He gripped your hip tighter, the stiff material of your cheer uniform beneath his fingers. He couldn’t believe he was finally touching it, touching you. You tilted your head a little more to the side, and Eddie jumped slightly when he felt your tongue slide against his bottom lip.

He kept his mouth shut, not getting the hint - you moved your hand to his chin, gently pulling down. With his lips parted, you licked into his mouth, and Eddie moaned, lightning shooting up his spine and his cock now fully hard. He held both your hips tightly now, pulling you closer.

You laid back on the bed, pulling Eddie down with you. This is it, he thought. She’s in my bed and we’re kissing and I’m gonna get to fuck her. Holy shit. Holy fuck.

You tangled your fingers in his curls, pulling slightly, which made him moan against your mouth again. He leaned over you, hips slotted between your legs, his left hand on your thigh, slowly rising up your skirt. At this angle, your skirt was almost all the way around your waist anyway, your Hawkins green panties pressed against the ache in Eddie’s jeans.

He was breathing heavily as you kissed, tongues licking against one another, pressing together. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel it thudding against his chest. When you let out a soft, breathy moan - that was it.

He couldn’t take it anymore. On primal, animal instinct, he rolled his hips against you. It pulled a low, strangled groan from deep within him - all he could think of was that it was your warmth he was pressing his hard cock up against. That only made him more desperate, and he rolled his hips again.

You whined, and Eddie began moving his hips faster. He thrusted against your heat, hips jerking unevenly, the friction exactly what his aching dick needed. 

He pulled away from the kiss abruptly to bury his face in your neck. His body was shaking, huffing breaths against your skin as he whimpered quietly with every delicious thrust.

“God, Eddie, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” you whispered in his ear. “D’you want this pussy?”

He shuddered, nodding quickly, a choked groan torn from his lungs. His hips moved faster and faster, his fists clenched into the material of your uniform, god that uniform, and the warmth of your cunt was right against his dick, and you were whispering filthy things in his ear, holding onto him, pulling his hair-

“‘m gonna cum,” he whimpered.

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie stilled, his vision going black and his ears ringing, his cock pulsing as he came undone in his jeans. He kept rutting against you, pathetic whines into the curve of your neck. He moved his hips until every last drop had been spent.

Then, as he came down - the realization.

“Did you just dry hump me until you came in your pants?” you asked, giggling. You didn’t push him off you.

Eddie blushed deeply, not moving his face from your neck, not yet brave enough to meet your eyes after that. “Yeah.”

After Eddie had kissed you, it was like his obsession with you grew even more than he ever could have thought. If he felt like he thought about you all the time before, it was something totally different after he had felt your perfect lips on his, and made him cum - well, kind of. He mostly did that himself.

You didn’t speak to Eddie for a week. You’d give him a short smile when you passed by him, but you didn’t speak, didn’t ask to buy, didn’t come over. It filled Eddie with a deep disappointment - had he fucked up? Did he go too far? Or did you just think he was a total loser for cumming in his pants like that?

He felt so ashamed of himself. His dream had just begun to come true, he was just starting to think he might have a real relationship with you - then he went and got carried away during your first kiss. He was such an idiot.

He was so miserable it was noticeable to his friends, the guys joking that you must have gotten back together with Steve for him to be so upset. That only made things worse.

Eddie was still moping as he lounged on his bed the next Friday night. He thought about going to the game just to see you, but there was no game tonight. So, he sat at home, beating himself up over ruining the best thing that almost happened to him.

He still thought of you the way he always did. It still made him ache, still made him reach for his bedside drawer. You were like a drug he just couldn’t quit, no matter how bad it was for him or how guilty he felt.

The panties hidden in his closet were just beginning to beckon when a knock at the front door startled him. He sighed - it was probably someone lost, looking for a specific trailer. Forest Hills could be confusing if you’d never been there before, and this happened somewhat often.

He lazily reached for the door knob and pulled it open, the expression on his face bored - until he saw you standing on the other side.

Had he fallen asleep in his bed? This was a dream, right?

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He looked at you, stunned. Your smile grew bigger - he was just so cute.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said, sending his heart rocketing in his chest. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, y-yeah,” he said, moving out of the way. This time, you walked inside and went straight down the hall to his bedroom, giving him a smirk over your shoulder. He shut the door and followed like a lost puppy.

You had made yourself comfortable on his bed. Dressed in a colorful tank top and tiny jean shorts, you left little to the imagination. Eddie slowly, still dumbfounded, took a seat next to you. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you since…” You trailed off, not saying the obvious, as if sparing Eddie the embarrassment. He blushed, but continued listening. “My friends were…getting suspicious.”

“Suspicious?” Eddie asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Of what?”

“Of what I’ve been doing with you,” you said, finally meeting his big brown doe eyes.

“Oh,” Eddie said. Frankly, he wanted to shout from the rooftops that he had kissed you, but he understood why you might not want people to know yet. He was a freak, after all.

“It’s not because I’m embarrassed of you, I swear,” you said. “God, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what those assholes think. I like you. I just don’t want to subject you to that. To the Hawkins gossip mill, the spotlight. To Jason and Steve. It doesn’t feel fair to you.”

Eddie nodded slowly. He didn’t exactly care about Jason or Steve at all, but he got where you were coming from. “So…”

“So,” you said. “I came here because I wanted to see you.”

Something twisted in his chest. “You wanted to see me?”

“Of course.” You rested your hand on his thigh, the warmth of your palm against him. “I like you, Eds.”

“Yeah?” He was breathless, your words stealing every thought, every ounce of energy from his body. “I…like you, too.”

You smiled. Eddie could have cried when you leaned in, and he met you in the middle, pressing your lips together again.

His hands grabbed onto you right away, holding onto your waist and pulling you close. Your chest pressed against his, and you pulled him down to lay on the bed with you, never separating from him.

Eddie felt like the luckiest guy who ever lived as he made out with you on his bed, his hand rubbing your side, your hand just under the very bottom of his shirt, resting on his skin.

You bit lightly at his bottom lip, and he moaned, allowing you to lick into his mouth, massaging against his tongue, all while Eddie let out quiet, desperate little whines.

You hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him closer. His straining hard-on pressed against your hips, and he grinded against you. It felt so good, that delicious friction on his throbbing cock, but he wasn’t going to let himself get carried away this time. He would not be cumming in his pants again.

You moaned, bucking your hips up against him. The feeling of him so hard between your legs made you impossibly wet, soaking your cute pink panties you’d put on for him.

“Eddie,” you moaned into the kiss, and he thought he had to have been dead or something. The sound of you moaning his name was something he thought he’d never experience outside of his filthy fantasies.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips. He rutted against you harder, fully hard now - maybe harder than he’d ever been in his life. Your hands trailed up his shirt, featherlight touch on his sides covering his skin in goosebumps.

You lifted his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. He felt a little self conscious, but the feeling of you rubbing your hands all over his chest like you couldn’t get enough erased those thoughts from his head real fast. Your hands smoothed over his sides and chest, his shoulders and back, like you wanted to feel every inch of him.

He was getting the hang of making out, starting to feel more natural. It was good for you, too, his kisses making you grind your clothed pussy against his hard cock.

Eddie pulled back, just slightly. “Can I please fuck you?” he asked, completely out of breath, his eyes glazed over and darkened with lust.

You giggled, the blunt question almost cute. You didn’t answer him with words, instead pulling him back down into the heated kiss.

Eddie slid his hands beneath your tank top, his calloused palms such a contrast to your smooth, perfect skin. They were shaking as he rose higher and higher, pushing the material up your body until he had removed it. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath - the sight pulled an involuntary groan from him, and he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

You gasped, hands tangling in Eddie’s curls as he ran his tongue over the bud, his hand giving the other equal attention. His cock was throbbing as he sucked on your tits, just like he’d dreamed of, precum soaking into his boxers.

“Feels so good, Eds,” you moaned, arching your back into his mouth. He groaned against you, rutting his hips into you. His mouth never quit as his hand worked its way down to your shorts. He fumbled with the button for a solid minute before he finally pulled back, using both hands to get it undone. He pulled them down your legs, taking in the cute little pair of panties you’d picked today.

He gulped as he drank in your body, now completely bare besides that thin pink lace. You looked even better than he pictured. Your tits were so perfect, nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom, still slick and shining with his saliva. Your whole body was flushed - so cute. You were breathing heavily, your eyes darkened with want just like his were.

Slowly, he reached for his belt buckle. He didn’t break eye contact with you as he undid his belt, then his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs. His stiff cock bobbed at his lower belly, tip flushed red with desire and precum beaded at the slit. He shed his jeans the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor.

He reached for your panties next, practically drooling as his heart beat in his ears, but stopped himself short. His eyes glanced up to your face - “This okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, baby,” you purred. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

He groaned. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, torturing himself, until they were off. Like a force of habit, before he could even think about it, he brought them to his nose and breathed deeply. A wicked smirk crossed your lips as you watched him.

Eddie gripped your thighs, spreading them wide just like in his favorite fantasies. Holy fuck, your pussy was even prettier than he imagined - he could have bust just from the sight alone - and it crashed through him, then, not for the first time, that he not only finally had a girl in his bed - he had you.

“Am I dreaming?” he asked, genuinely wondering. He had to be asleep or high or something, because there was no fucking way-

You laughed. “This is all real, baby.” Your hand trailed down your body, Eddie watching intently. You dragged your hand down over your tits, your stomach, down to your pussy. Eddie watched as you circled two fingers around your clit. “Oh, Eddie. I want you so bad.”

His cock twitched hard. His brain short circuited at the sound of you saying his name with those words, in that tone. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, taking deep breaths.

Your face twisted in concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed quickly. “Just trying not to cum.”

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you laughed.

He had never been so hard in his life. It was almost painful how badly he needed you. He was breathing so heavily, his hands trembling as he rubbed your bare thighs. He glanced up at your face one more time to make sure this was okay before he traced a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. He quickly brought it to his lips and sucked every bit of your slick off his finger, groaning.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, Eds.”

“Taste so good,” he rasped. “Just like I knew you would.”

He situated himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you again. His hard cock was pressed right against where he wanted to be more than anything, which only made him throb harder. Fuck. This was happening.

Eddie whimpered as he thrusted his hips forward, dragging the underside of his cock through your wet folds. You were that wet for him? Jesus Christ-

The feeling of your pussy against his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced or even dreamed of. So velvety soft, and warm, and soaking wet with how badly you wanted him - not Steve. Eddie.

“You ready?” you asked him, reaching down to grasp his cock. Eddie whimpered again, his hips bucking into your hand without his permission. He was shaking, barely able to hold himself up over you. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “Fuck, yeah.”

You smirked, tracing him through your wetness one more time before pressing his fat tip right at your entrance. Eddie could not fucking believe this was happening.

Then, with one last deep breath and a roll of his hips - his tip pushed into your tight cunt. He breathed out sharply, hands tightening into fists in the sheets. Holy shit, you were gripping him so tight - 

Eddie screwed his face up, his breaths coming out in quick pants as he inched further and further inside of you. He couldn’t look at you - fuck, he wanted to so bad, but he knew he’d cum instantly. He was already barely holding on from the feeling of being enveloped by your tight, wet heat, inch by inch.

“Oh my god, Eddie,” you moaned, manicured fingernails digging into his biceps. “You’re so big, holy shit-“

Eddie whimpered again, his hips jerking forward and pushing the last few inches in at once. “Shit,” he rasped. “Oh, god. Fuck. You’re- holy fuck, I’m inside of you- Jesus Christ-“

You let out a breathy laugh - he was cute, but he was also huge and pressed balls deep inside of you, so fucking deep you could feel him in your throat.

“Go ahead and fuck me, Eddie,” you cooed, and Eddie thought he must actually be dreaming this time. He nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m gonna fuck you now.” He was hyping himself up, and talking himself off the ledge. He pulled his hips back slowly - then pushed back into you, a shuddering groan leaving his lips as he felt his cock dragging back through your perfect cunt. His head dropped down between your tits, moaning as he began pumping his cock into you.

“Oh god,” he cried, fingers digging into the plush of the bed. “Shit. Oh, baby- fuck- H-ah, I-I can’t-“

He was fucking you so frantically - babbling incoherently, face contorted in pure pleasure - you’d never had a guy fuck you like this. Never had a guy so…grateful to be inside you, so completely affected by you and your body.

You had to admit, it was hot.

“Shit,” Eddie cursed. “You are so, so fucking tight, you feel so good, I’ve never felt anything so fucking- so fucking good in my life, I can’t believe I’m fucking you, holy shit-“

Eddie lifted one hand, grabbing one of your breasts around his face and squeezing it, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking on it again. You gasped, the movement unexpected - you clenched around him and Eddie let out a shuddering whine, losing his rhythm.

“That’s it, Eddie,” you praised him, which made him rut into you even harder as he buried his face in your neck. “Does it feel good?”

“Oh, god, yes, fuck yes,” he keened. “I’m not gonna- oh baby, I’m not gonna last, fuck fuck fuck-“

There was nothing he could do. He cried your name - just like he did every time he came - but this time you were here, and holy fuck, he was cumming inside of you, coating your walls with his spend and groaning desperately as he emptied every last drop into you.

His hips kept snapping into you, urgently rutting against you until he couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did he still, shuddering body pressed to your chest. 

You had never had sex like that before. The guys you fucked weren’t virgins by any means, for one thing- but you’d never had a guy so utterly consumed by his desire for you. Even now, Eddie could hardly look at you, struggling to slow his racing heart, his body still shaking with aftershocks.

It made the sex good for you, even though you hadn’t cum. You were more turned on than you’d ever been, clit still throbbing between your legs.

“Was that okay?” he asked, breathing hard. “You didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Eds,” you said. “I had fun. Did you?”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, fuck yeah. That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He looked down at you beneath him, so perfect, real. “I could still make you cum?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You…want to?”

“Oh yeah, yes, I, uh…I really really want to,” he rambled nervously. “Let me just, uh…”

Finally recovered enough, he sat up on his knees, slowly pulling out of you. The second he left your tight heat, it was like grieving the best thing he’d ever felt. But - fuck - just like in his dreams, he watched his cum dripping out of you, and he hardened just the slightest bit.

His eyes were locked on your pussy, like he was in a trance. Slowly, without ever averting his gaze, he lowered himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and preparing to bury his face in your cunt.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked him, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. He had just cum inside of you, there was no way he was about to-

He looked up at you, all wide eyed confusion. “Eating you out?” he said, like a question. “I mean, only if you want me to-“

“No, I-“ You were still confused, was he seriously about to just dive in with his cum leaking out of you? “I mean, you want to?”

“Fuck yeah I want to,” he huffed a laugh, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask. He looked back down at your pussy, spreading your folds with his fingers and looking at it like he’d never seen anything better. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?”

You would have said something else, but then Eddie dove in, sticking out his long tongue and licking a stripe through your folds, tasting both of you on his tongue. You cried out, falling back on the pillows.

Eddie groaned as he devoured you, licking and sucking, bringing you higher and higher. He had no clue what he was doing, but he certainly had the enthusiasm. He was sloppy with it, not even thinking, just doing what he’d always dreamed of while his cock hardened again, grinding his hips against the bed.

He couldn’t help it. He had just cum harder than he ever had, but here he was, rock hard, ready to go again. This was his dream come true, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He sucked hard on your clit, and your back arched, pressing your pussy harder against his face while you pulled him in by his hair, groaning loud.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, muffled against you. “Pull me in, baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

“Eddie!” you keened, the coil tightening in your belly, burning hotter and hotter. “Oh my god- you’re fucking unreal-“

“You deserve to be worshipped, baby,” he hummed against your slick pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from your shuddering body. “Can you cum for me?”

It was like he had put on a whole new confidence, a whole new man now that he was finally getting what he always wanted. You were barely holding on, slipping off the edge-

“EddieEddieEddie, oh god, oh fuck-!”

You cried out, a loud, desperate, broken moan as your vision went white and you fisted your hands in Eddie’s hair, grinding your hips against his face as you came harder than you ever had. Eddie groaned and took everything you gave him, like it was the sweetest nectar from the gods and he’d never get a taste again.

He kept going until you were pushing him away, too sensitive to stand any more. He pulled back to look up at you - looking absolutely sinful, his lips and chin wet with your slick and his eyes wide and adoring.

“Can I please fuck you again?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise - “What?”

You looked down, and sure enough, Eddie was fully hard again. He wrapped a hand around himself, desperate for some kind of pressure on his aching dick, his sweaty, tattooed chest heaving while he looked down at you like he was ready to devour you all over again.

“Please,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. That was so fucking hot. Please.”

Stunned, you simply nodded.

Eddie wasted no time in climbing back over you, kissing your neck, your face, your chest. He lined himself back up and pushed himself inside with a whine.

“Shit,” he whimpered. “Oh, fuck. I really won’t last.”

He pulled his hips back and snapped them into you, building a fast, desperate pace. You were so sensitive, your mind turning to a lustful haze, all you cared about was the feeling of Eddie’s massive cock sinking into you, to the fucking hilt each and every time.

Eddie couldn’t think straight. It was pure animalistic instinct, driving into you like he would die if he didn’t. The noise of his skin meeting yours filled the room, with his breathy groans and your fucked-out whimpers.

Suddenly, you sobbed, clenched around him, holding him tight, throbbing-

“Are you cumming again?” Eddie asked, looking at you in disbelief. “Oh fuck, oh Christ-“

He let out a roar of a moan, wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug, his face buried in your neck while he bucked his hips into you, filling you with his release for the second time. He rode out his high until he couldn’t take it anymore, stilling, trembling.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, both completely wrapped up in each other, unable to let go of the tight grip you had on one other. Finally, finally, Eddie lifted his head from your shoulder and looked down into your eyes.

He looked so blissed out, looking at you in wonder, sweat creating a sheen on his forehead, lips red from biting them. You were in much the same condition, body flushed, eyebrows furrowed, pretty lips parted as you looked up at him.

“Eddie…” you whispered. You didn’t have to say more - he could feel everything you left unsaid.

When he reluctantly pulled out, he collapsed on the bed next to you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered, his nose nudging the shell of your ear. “Stay the night.”

You couldn’t say no.

“Well boys, I may be a third year senior, but I’ve graduated from what matters. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

That got everyone’s attention at the table. The guys looked at him, both dumbfounded - and also not believing a word he said.

“With who?” Jeff asked suspiciously, his brows drawn together. “You finally call that groupie from the Hideout?”

“No,” Eddie said, sly grin on his face. He opened his lunchbox, smiling to himself like he was proud. He opened a bag of chips, popping one into his mouth. “That’s the best part.”

“Who, then?” Gareth asked, humoring Eddie. 

Eddie looked across the cafeteria. You were standing in the line, laughing with Carol. You were wearing the sweetest little sundress, and all Eddie could think about was getting beneath it. You glanced over, sending him a brilliant smile that had his chest aching for you. He turned back to his friends, eagerly awaiting the answer. 

When your name rolled off his tongue, silence descended over the group. Then - laughter. Eddie’s face dropped as his friends laughed harder than he’d ever seen.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Grant said.

“How was that dream? Did you wake up sticky?” Jeff joked.

“Mastubating with her panties doesn’t count,” Gareth said.

Heat spread through Eddie’s body, both anger and embarrassment. Sure, it was unlikely, but they really had no faith in him? They thought it was that impossible?

“I’m being serious,” Eddie said. “We-“

“Man, I think you’re getting a little too obsessed,” Gareth said. “You’re losing it.”

“I am not crazy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Jesus, is it really that hard to believe that she might like me back?”

That comment settled over the group. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant looked at each other - and Eddie thought maybe they might listen to him. But then they started laughing again, and Eddie’s heart sank.

“Good one, Eddie,” Jeff said. “Almost had me for a second there.”

Eddie deflated. His friends really thought he didn’t have a chance in hell with you. They thought you were so far out of his league, the idea was laughable.

It kind of hurt.

Eddie gave up the subject as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas approached the table with their lunch trays - not the conversation to have in front of his lost little sheepies.

Lunch moved on as normal, but Eddie was still bothered. Sure, he was a freak, and probably the least popular student  in Hawkins while you were the most - but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good enough for you, right?

Maybe they were right.

Standing at the mirror in your en suite bathroom, you applied your lipstick in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together and cleaning up the smudge that escaped your lower lip, you were finally satisfied with the look. You wore a low cut black top with a short skirt, your hair perfectly styled.

Eddie was gonna lose his mind.

Slipping your heels on your feet, you walked out of your room and down the hall.

“Seeing Steve?”

You froze, rolling your eyes before turning around. “What do you care?”

Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, in his usual varsity jacket, polo, and jeans. He looked smug, but when didn’t he?

“Just checking on my sister. Wouldn’t want her out getting herself in trouble.” His eyes quickly scanned your outfit. “Especially dressed like that.”

You were losing your patience fast. “It’s none of your business where I’m going,” you said. “Don’t you have plans with your boyfriends?”

He dropped the smirk. “Fuck you. You’re such a bitch.”

“Wonder where I got it from,” you rolled your eyes again, crossing your arms. “Are we good here? Can I go?”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah, I guess so. Have fun being treated like nothing but a hole to fuck - seems like you like that, though.”

Having heard enough, you turned and stomped down the stairs. Thinking you were in the clear after escaping Jason, you let out a breath. You were almost free, hand on the doorknob, when-

“And where are you going looking like that?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch a wall, to throw something, to run away. Instead, you turned.

“I’m going out with a friend,” you said, crossing your arms over yourself more in an attempt to hide than to have an attitude.

Your mother looked at you with clear disapproval, full glass of wine in her hand - definitely not her first of the night. “You look like a whore.”

The words struck you like a slap. You winced, looking down at your feet. You didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say.

“Are you one?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Going to meet up with some boy, I suppose. Maybe if you spent more time with your brother and his friends, you’d have some respect for yourself.”

You just nodded, the anger and shame rolling in your chest. There was no point arguing back with your mother. She was sure to smack you back down anyway.

She shook her head, slowly. “How did I end up with a daughter like you?”

You waited until she had returned to the living room to polish off that glass of wine and pour another. You willed the tears brewing in your eyes not to fall - you didn’t want to ruin your makeup, after all - and snatched your car keys from the hook by the door.

And went off into the night.

You’ve pulled yourself together by the time Eddie opens the door to find you standing on his porch, looking sorely out of place in his trailer park. His lips curled into a grin and he held a hand out that you accepted. He brought your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

You blushed, taking in Eddie’s ripped jeans with the chain attached and Iron Maiden t-shirt. The bad boy metalhead look was really doing it for you - you had to admit.

“Thank you,” you smiled. Eddie stepped back into the trailer, never letting go of your hand - then pulled you into him. You squealed and laughed as you crashed into Eddie’s firm chest, looking up at him with sparkles in your eyes. He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

It was still so new to you. You never expected that you would have butterflies in your stomach because of Eddie Munson. You never expected that you would be dressing up for him because you wanted him to think you looked beautiful. Never would you have thought you’d be sneaking out of your house just to see him again.

“I, uh…” he said shyly after you had parted. “I got some…movies from Family Video. I thought maybe you might want to watch one?”

You were a little taken aback - with Steve, it seemed like it was always just sex. You assumed all Eddie had wanted was sex, too, but - this was a pleasant surprise. You smiled at him. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

You curled up with Eddie on the couch in the living room of the trailer, watching Day of the Dead. A couple of times you winced, hiding your face in Eddie’s chest - he ate it up, pulling you closer, his arm around you.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered against the top of your head. “I’ve got you.”

When the movie was over, Eddie shut the TV off. He looked down at you. “D’you have to go?” he asked quietly, nose nudging your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss against your jaw.

It really didn’t take any convincing. “I don’t have to,” you said. “No one will notice if I don’t come back on time.”

Eddie was relieved to hear you could stay, but his chest ached for you at your words. He didn’t know much about your home life - besides that Jason was your twin brother, and that was bad enough.

He rested his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing the skin there. “Wanna go to my room?”

Minutes later and you were on Eddie’s bed once again, your arms wrapped around his neck while he kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. His hand was up your shirt, groping at your tits - god, he was obsessed with them - already hard beneath the confines of his jeans.

He was breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to get his bearings. His head was spinning with how turned on he was, how badly he wanted to have you again.

“Can I take it off?” He whispered, pulling at the hem of your top.

You nodded. Eddie wasted no time, throwing the top to the floor and pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving marks. You moaned, arching your back. There wasn’t a single thought in your head anymore other than Eddie.

His hands slid around your back, fumbling with the clasp of your bra. It took him a while to get it, but eventually he sighed in victory as it came undone and the material fell away, revealing your perfect bare tits. He grabbed them in his large hands, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. He stayed there for a while.

“…Having fun?” you asked with a giggle, relaxing back on his pillows while Eddie lavished attention on your chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, not even looking up to meet your eyes. “I fuckin’ love these.”

You hummed, enjoying the feeling. He rutted his clothed cock against your thigh, groaning. You ran your hands beneath his shirt, feeling his soft stomach, his chest. You pulled the worn band tee over his head and tossed it away with your own.

Before long you were both completely naked again, Eddie holding your body close to his own. His cock was throbbing against you, so desperate for something, anything. 

“Can I try something?” he asked breathlessly, looking down at you.

You furrowed your brows slightly. “Sure,” you said. You didn’t need to know what it was - you would let him do whatever he wanted. It was too fun.

He threw a leg over your body, straddling your stomach. You looked up at him with wide eyes, his massive cock at eye level. He rubbed the tip of his cock around each of your nipples, slowly, tortuously - then slipped his shaft between them, holding them close around it.

You gasped as Eddie rolled his hips, his cock dragging between your breasts. His eyes were glazed over, looking down at you with pure lust as he thrusted again, fucking your tits. He groaned loud, throwing his head back.

“Is that good?” you asked softly, watching him use your body to pleasure himself. “Feel good?”

Eddie nodded quickly, continuing to thrust his hips against you. “S-so good,” he stuttered, moving his hips faster.

You looked up at him through your lashes, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to brush against the tip of his cock every time he rocked forward.

He gasped, quickly turning into a moan, moving faster and faster and faster-

His thighs were trembling around your body, his hands squeezing your tits tighter. He was rutting his cock between them, panting, little whines on the end of each breath.

“Make yourself cum, baby,” you said. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” he rasped. “Want me to- to c-um?” He was so close already, that heat spreading throughout his body. The way you looked beneath him, beautiful face, shining eyes looking up at him, and your tongue sticking out, rubbing against that sensitive underside of his cock-

He cried out and came hard, his spend shooting onto your face, tongue, and chest in endless ropes while he shook and whimpered and rode out every last aftershock.

After he had calmed down enough to move, he climbed off of you on shaking legs. He took in your appearance while you looked up at him, your expression far too sweet for the sinful view in front of him. 

You were laying in his bed, naked, covered in his cum.

“God,” Eddie breathed. “You- you look…”

An idea struck you at that moment. You looked over at his dresser, seeing the polaroid camera sitting on the edge that you had noticed earlier. You nodded towards it. “Get the camera.”

His eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he quickly jumped up and grabbed it. He came back over to you holding the instant camera between his hands, a nervous grin on his flushed face.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, Eddie,” you said, full of confidence, a smirk on your face. “Then you’ll really have something to look at.”

Eddie was in love.

He lifted the camera to his face, seeing you through the viewfinder. You laid splayed out across his bed, his release coating your tits and face, looking like the hottest thing he’d ever seen - none of the barely touched dirty magazines beneath his bed could compare to this.

He snapped the photo. When it printed, he watched it develop until that beautiful sight revealed itself in front of his eyes. His breath got caught in his throat - it was perfect. It was fucking filthy. He took another, just because.

“Can I, uh…keep this in my wallet?” Eddie asked, looking at you sheepishly.

You smirked up at him. “Sure, Eds.”

After cleaning you up, Eddie repaid the favor between your legs. He brought you to heaven on his tongue three times before he let you go, you reluctantly mumbling about needing to get home before your parents realized you weren’t there in the morning and called the national guard.

You both redressed, pulling your bra, top, and skirt back on. You picked up your lacy black panties from the floor of Eddie’s bedroom - where it felt like they belonged. His heart was beating in his ears when you walked up to him and rested a hand on his chest.

“Here,” you said, stuffing the panties into his jeans pocket. “For your collection.”

Eddie was obsessed with that photo.

He looked at it every day, multiple times a day. It was infinitely better than your cheer photo (although that still got pulled out, too). He couldn’t get enough of it.

The flush on your skin. Your half lidded bedroom eyes. Your naked body on full display. The cum coating your tits and face - his cum. That expression on your face, so seductive. He wanted to go back to that moment again and again.

He had the photo in his wallet as he walked into school. It felt like it weighed 50 pounds there, he couldn’t think of anything else. A few times he snuck off to the bathroom, just to pull it out and look at it for a minute.

You gave him a smirk and a wink when you passed him in the hall, making his cheeks burn. He couldn’t wait for the next time he’d get to be alone with you.

He couldn’t stop looking at the photo any chance he got. As he left his last class before lunch, he thought maybe just one more peek before going to the cafeteria. He snuck off into the bathroom, closing himself in a stall and reaching into his pocket, taking his wallet out and opening it-

Finding nothing.

He froze. His body felt ice cold. He knew it was in that pocket of his wallet, it had been all day, but he checked the whole thing just in case. Empty.

Pure panic struck into his chest. He rushed out of the bathroom, sprinting to his last class. The room was empty. He searched all around his desk - inside it, on the floor beneath it, the floor of the whole room. He rushed through the hallways, every classroom he’d been in since he looked at it last - it was nowhere.

He felt sick to his stomach as he walked to the cafeteria. What had he done?

Jason was at his locker after school when Andy approached him - cautiously. He knew how Jason’s temper could be, and he was worried he was about to be on the receiving end of it.

“Uh, hey, man,” Andy said, apprehension evident in his voice. Jason turned to his best friend.

“What’s up?” he asked, his brows furrowed. He shut the locker door, giving Andy his full attention. Besides the confusion on his face, he seemed relaxed, in a good mood.

“Uh…” Andy scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Just say it,” Jason said, beginning to lose his patience. The anticipation was making him anxious. Whatever it was, it was bad. “What’s going on?”

“Look, Jason,” Andy said. “I just, uh…look, as soon as I saw it I came here. It hasn’t been seen by anyone after me. But I, uh, just thought you should know this was being passed around.”

Andy held out a polaroid photo, upside down. Jason looked down at it, then glanced back up at Andy - who was looking anywhere but at Jason. He took the photo from his friend’s hand, and turned it over.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”

He felt sick. He felt angry. Nausea roiled in his stomach, and fire spread through his veins, making him shake. “What the fuck?”

“I don’t know, man, I swear,” Andy said quickly, holding his hands up. “It was being passed around in the locker room, and I came straight to you. I don’t know where it came from.”

Jason clenched his fist, tensing his jaw. His breathing picked up, head spinning, tunnel vision. The anger was clear in his eyes - Andy backed up.

He turned and punched the locker, leaving a deep dent.

Steve stood in the locker room, laughing with some of his teammates. He was shirtless, still wearing his jeans. He didn’t even look when Jason came in.

“Harrington!”

Steve turned just in time to feel a heavy force against his chest, slamming his back into the lockers and knocking the air from his lungs. His wide eyes met Jason’s fiery ones. The rest of the team backed off, staying out of it.

“What the fu-“

Jason swung his fist, catching him right in the jaw. Steve’s head was knocked to the side, blood spraying from his mouth. Steve recovered quickly, shoving Jason off of him.

“What the fuck, man?” he said, holding his jaw. “What the hell was that for?”

Jason held the photo in front of Steve’s face with a hand that shook in anger. Steve looked at it, his face conveying complete surprise.

“What the fuck have you done?” Jason screamed in his face. “You fucking creep. I’ve had about enough of you.”

Steve snatched the photo from Jason’s hand, looking at it closer. “Jesus,” he whispered. “I don’t- I didn’t-“

“I know damn well this was you, you fucking piece of shit,” Jason yelled, getting in Steve’s face. “She’s done nothing but give you everything you want, and you treat her like a fucking-“ He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face. He was furious. He was more than furious.

“I didn’t fucking do this,” Steve said, still looking down at the photo. The anger was building within him, too. “That’s not my fucking bed. I don’t- I don’t know who took this.”

“You’re a fucking liar-“

“I’m not!” Steve yelled back. “Fuck! That doesn’t look anything like my room. I swear to god, I didn’t take that fucking picture.”

Steve looked sincere. Lost for words, Jason took a step back. “You didn't take it.”

“No, dude,” he said. “I- I didn’t even know she was sleeping with anybody else. I don’t know anything about it.”

Steve was pale as he looked at the photo. He didn’t like seeing you like that, knowing it wasn’t him you were with. The idea of you with another guy made him sick.

Jason looked at him for a minute longer, before snatching the photo out of his hand. He pointed his finger in his face- “Let me find out you’re lying, Harrington.”

And with that, he stomped out of the locker room.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie said for the millionth time. “I swear I never would have let it out of my sight, I never would have done this on purpose, I’m not like that, baby, I promise you-“

“Eddie,” you said, putting a stop to his rambling. “Please. I get it.”

“I just don’t want you to hate me,” he said. His eyes were glassy, and he had never felt so panicked, so guilty, so distraught in his life. “That picture was for me only. You’re my dream girl, baby. I would never in a million years do anything to fuck that up.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You knew it was an accident. But still, it was your naked photo that got passed around the school, it was your body the entirety of Hawkins High got a full view of, and it was you that would have to live with it.

“It was careless, Eds!”

“I know,” he said. He dropped to his knees in front of where you sat at the end of your bed. “Fuck, I know. I can’t…I can’t tell you how fucking sorry I am. How badly I regret it.”

You had told him he could carry the photo with him, sure, but you thought he’d be careful. You knew he genuinely regretted it, he was so remorseful, and when he looked up at you with those big doe eyes, it was hard to stay mad. But this was something he couldn’t undo.

“I get it, Eddie, but you can’t take this back.”

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he begged, pleaded. He clutched your hands in his. He would go to the ends of the earth to make things right.

“You really fucked me over, you know that?” you ranted. “How am I supposed to live that down? I don’t know if we can see each other anymore, I mean, I have to fucking explain this to everyone. You’re such an asshole, Eddie, I trusted you-“

Eddie pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off.

Your eyes went wide. You shoved him away from you. “What the fuck?”

You looked at each other, Eddie’s chest heaving with his breaths. It felt like electricity between you, an invisible pull, stronger than anything you’d ever felt-

You grabbed his shirt in your fists and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Eddie wasted no time in pushing you back and crawling over your body onto your bed, his tongue in your mouth and his knee slotting between your legs.

It was passionate, sloppy, and desperate. Eddie rucked your shirt up and off, mouthing at your tits as he exposed them. You moaned, arching your back into his mouth. You clawed at his back, pulling his shirt up and over his head. 

“Come on, I’m aching for you, baby,” Eddie murmured, rocking his hips against you. “Need you so bad.”

You could feel how bad.

You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, pinning his wrists down and catching Eddie off guard. He groaned as you kissed his tattooed chest, placing kisses lower, lower, lower. He watched you with rapt attention as you made it to his hips, undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down to his thighs.

His hard cock slapped against his stomach, precum already dripping onto his skin. Your mouth watered at the sight. You moved forward and licked a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock.

Eddie groaned, his head dropping back against your pillows. “J-Jesus,” he stuttered. “Oh my god.”

You wrapped your lips around his tip, tasting him. Swirling your tongue around it, you slowly began taking him deeper and deeper down your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned, watching your every move. This might have been the best thing he’d ever seen in his life. You with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him, making eye contact as you sucked him-

You bobbed your head on his cock, taking him deeper with every stroke. Eddie’s hand came to rest on your head, carding through your hair. He didn’t push - just held on.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That’s- shit, oh my god. You’re so cool, fuck.”

You almost laughed, but kept going, lifting a hand to massage his balls. He whimpered, his cock twitching in your mouth. You took him deep, humming around him and sending vibrations through him.

Eddie cried out, throwing his head back. His thighs were quivering, little gasps and moans spilling from his lips. You ran your tongue along the underside with every movement, paying special attention to right below his head.

Eddie was huffing, barely holding on. His hips thrusted up into your mouth, hard, and you gagged.

“Shit,” he hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth. He couldn’t stop, even though he felt

bad - it was too good. “Sorry, fuck, sorry, ‘m sorry-“

You traced the vein on his cock with your tongue, making him whimper. Saliva dripped from your lips down his shaft, sloppy and messy and perfect. You swallowed around it, taking everything Eddie was giving you as he fucked your mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck-“ he rasped. “Jesus, baby, I- I’m gonna- gonna cum, please, wanna be inside you, wanna fill you-“

You pulled off of him, and his slick cock landed against his stomach, throbbing. He whimpered. Even though he’d told you to stop, he missed the delicious warmth of your mouth.

He flipped the two of you back over, pulling your panties off and pushing your skirt up. He traced his cock through your folds, soaking wet and ready for him. He lined himself up, his pants still down around his thighs. His eyes met yours, and he pushed inside.

You whined at the stretch, and Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure. He sunk into you inch by delicious inch, making you feel so impossibly full.

He drew back, before snapping his hips back into you. You cried out, his cock so deep in you you could feel him everywhere. He set a quick, frantic pace, fucking you like he might die if he wasnt inside you.

“You feel so good,” Eddie moaned into your neck, hips rocking along with yours. Your bodies moved together like they were meant to be connected, like you belonged like this. “So good, you’re so good. Tight and hot and wet - fuck - so perfect for me-“

“Eddie,” you whined, arching your back, your bare chest pressed against his. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks. He wished he could carve his name, so everyone would know you’d been fucked by him. That it was him who marked you in that photo.

“You moan my name so pretty, baby,” he groaned. “Sounds so good. Fuck, even better than I imagined.”

Eddie pulled back, looking down at you. You looked so hot when you were getting fucked - even better when he was the one fucking you. His lips parted in awe, he watched your face as he rutted into you, faster and faster, his release building-

The door slammed open.

“Where the fuck did this picture-“

You screamed, and Eddie quickly rolled off of you. He pulled his pants up as fast as possible as you covered your chest with the sheets. Jason stood in the doorway, absolutely stunned as he looked between the two of you. Then, his face twisted into pure anger. He looked at you.

“Eddie fucking Munson?” he screamed. “You’re fucking the freak now?”

Jason stomped over, grabbing Eddie by the arm and throwing him to the floor. Eddie hit the ground with a huff, holding his hands up. “Please, man-“

“You sick fucking bastard,” Jason said. He swung, hitting Eddie in the face, knocking him back. Eddie groaned, covering his face.

“JASON!” you screamed. “Stop, jesus!”

“How dare you touch my sister, you fucking freak!” Jason yelled. He swung again, hitting Eddie hard. Eddie fell back against the floor, blood spraying onto your carpet. He hit him again, and again.

“Jason!” you shrieked, jumping off the bed with the sheet clutched to your chest. You pulled on his arm, trying to drag him away from Eddie. Jason spun on you, pointing his finger in your face.

“You fucking idiot,” he seethed. “You let this freak take those pictures of you like that? You let him touch you?”

“Jason-“

“No,” he said. “Why do you have to be such a fucking slut? First Steve, now Munson - what’s next? Hargrove? One of Munson’s freak friends?”

“Don’t fucking talk to her that way,” Eddie mumbled weakly from the ground.

Jason turned, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach. “Shut the fuck up! You’ve done enough!”

You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you tried to get your brother to stop. “Jason, please! Just go!”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to be your brother?” Jason said, turning back to you. “You disgraced the whole fucking family, whoring around town. Everyone knows what you are. That’s the only reason he’s here - he knows you’re easy.”

The words hit as if he’d punched you, too. “I hate you!”

“I don’t fucking care if you hate me,” he said. He took one last look between the two of you, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach one more time. Eddie curled into a ball with a groan as Jason finally left, slamming your door behind him.

You dropped to your knees next to Eddie. “Oh fuck, oh jesus-“

Eddie groaned, his face caked in blood. You pushed the hair out of his face, assessing the damage. He had a deep black eye blooming, his lip split. He opened his eyes just barely to look at you.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you cried. “I’m so fucking sorry. I never should have brought you here. I never should have-“

“Not your fault, princess,” he said weakly, grabbing onto your hand. It broke your heart.

“It is,” you said softly. “It is my fault.”

A few minutes later and Eddie was sitting on your bed, frozen peas held to his eye. You dabbed at his lip with a piece of gauze from the first aid kit sitting on the bed next to him.

“Could be worse,” Eddie said, wincing as pain shot through his jaw.

“…It’s pretty bad, Eds,” you said gently. You wiped the last of the blood off his cheek, then lowered your hand with a sigh.

“Does it make me look tough?” he asked, grinning slightly - until he winced again, his whole head feeling like he’d been hit by a truck.

“Eddie…” you looked down at your feet. “I don’t think we can see each other anymore.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “Baby, no. Please. Don’t say that.”

“This is my fault,” you said. “I knew what Jason would do if he caught us. And I did it anyway, I brought you here anyway.”

“Baby…” Eddie reached for your hand. “I knew what he would do, too, and I still did it. I was okay with that possibility. I was okay with it because I wanted you. I still want you, getting my ass kicked or not.”

“I just can’t live with myself after that,” you said. “I can’t live with myself knowing you’re in danger because of me, knowing your life is going to be worse because of me.”

Eddie chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor behind it. “Baby, Jason has already hated me. That’s nothing new.”

“You weren’t fucking his twin sister before.”

“That just makes it better,” he said. “Please, princess. Don’t do this. I- I love you.” The words struck both of you deep - neither of you expected it. “I love you, and I can’t lose you now that I have you. I couldn’t live with that. Please.”

“Ed…” you sighed. “I think you should go home.”

Eddie just looked at you. You weren’t budging. His heart was cracking into a million pieces in his chest. He had never had something so perfect slip from his grasp like this, and it was devastating.

“Baby, please, don’t- don’t do this,” his voice cracked.

You shook your head. “Go home, Eds.”

He looked at you. He debated begging, getting on his hands and knees and sobbing at your feet. But instead he stood, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He gave you one last look at the door - sitting on your bed, your head in your hands - and he left.

Eddie was miserable without you.

And you were miserable without Eddie. That was the truth. You missed him every second of every day. You longed for him. Your heart and your body craved him.

It wasn’t hard for the Hawkins student body to figure out who took the photo when Eddie showed up to school with two deep black eyes, cuts and bruises on his face. Everyone whispered about the two of you behind your backs, the girls on the squad giving you strange looks every time they saw you.

Carol and Tina didn’t understand, but they didn’t turn on you, at least. It felt like they were your only friends for a while.

“Really?” Steve had said, after pulling you into the locker room at school to talk privately. “Eddie Munson? You let that freak touch you like that?”

It was clear he was hurt. His eyes wide, brows furrowed. His usual confident stature was instead hunched, his shoulders dropped. He looked horrified at what you’d done.

“I like him, Steve,” you said, defeated. 

“I just don’t understand.” He shook his head. “You could have had anyone- we could’ve- you were mine.”

“We broke up,” you reminded him. “Remember? It was nothing but sex between us anymore.”

Steve’s face crumpled - as if he finally realized how he had lost you, and that it was his fault. “Baby-“

“He’s good to me,” you said. “He was good to me.”

He looked at you, pained. “And I wasn’t.”

It wasn’t a question.

You didn’t speak to Jason. He was furious with you, and you were furious with him. Things at home were extremely tense.

At school, he pretended like you didn’t exist. His friends snickered at you in the hallway, whispering things like “slut”, “whore”, “freak fucker”. You didn’t particularly care what his asshole friends thought, but it did start to weigh on you.

Every time you saw Eddie in the halls, the guilt ate you alive. He’d taken a lot of hits. He had a mean black eye, his lip busted, bruises on his jaw. He had bruises all over his stomach and chest, too. Jason had gotten him good.

Despite that, he still tried to catch your eye in the hall, still tried to talk to you. You avoided him - he didn’t deserve to get involved with you. He deserved better than what he’d have to deal with.

You hadn’t ever felt so alone.

Eddie craved you like no other.

He watched every move you made, every time someone gave you shit for being involved with him he had to hold himself back - he wasn’t exactly in any shape to fight.

A couple of days after the incident, he noticed you weren’t at school. Not the next day, or the day after that either. Jason was there. It filled him with a deep anxiety, his stomach churning.

When you hadn’t been at school for a week, he decided he’d had enough worrying.

Sneaking out during lunch, he went to his van. It took a few tries for the old thing to turn over, but it finally did. He drove a direction he’d only been a handful of times - into the nicest part of Hawkins. Where you lived.

A small, locally owned supermarket caught his attention on the way. On a pure whim, he whipped the van into the parking lot like a maniac and ran inside. The cashier gave him a strange look as he checked out - no doubt wondering who had beat the shit out of him and why - but Eddie paid it no mind. He hurried back to the van and the rest of the way to the Carver house.

He was relieved to see only your car in the drive when he pulled up to the fancy two-story home. He gripped the bouquet in his sweaty hand, headed up the walkway, and rapped on the door.

When he didn’t get an answer within a minute, he knocked again. Then again, louder.

Finally, the front door swung open. You stood on the other side, looking irritated - until you saw Eddie. Your face softened, your mouth dropping open. “Eddie-“

“Please,” he said, cutting you off. “Please. Can I come in? I just want to talk.”

You hesitated. Finally, you stepped back, letting him into the house. “Yeah, come in.”

Eddie stepped into your house for the second time in his life. He took in the grand entryway, the huge, fancy living room off to the right, the massive kitchen ahead with a marble island. He felt sorely out of place.

“Oh, uh, these are for you,” he said, handing you the bouquet of tulips. You took them and brought them to your noise, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” you said. “Let me get a vase for it.”

You scurried off to the living room, leaving Eddie behind. He debated if he should follow you, but ultimately stayed put until you came back a minute later, the flowers in a vase in your hand.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room.”

Eddie kicked his shoes off by the door and obediently followed you upstairs, the hardwood creaking under his feet. In your bedroom, you sat the vase on your dresser and closed - and locked - the door behind you. You were alone, but weren’t taking any chances.

“Eddie-“

“Please, just listen to me,” he said. He grabbed your hands in his. “I know I messed up-“

“It’s not about that,” you said. “I swear it’s not about that. I just…watching Jason hurt you like that- I couldn’t live with myself. I’ve felt like shit since it happened. It was my fault.”

“Baby, no.” He pulled you closer. “You can’t blame yourself for something your asshole brother did.”

“I do, though,” you mumbled. “I know how he is. And I brought you here. I thought he’d be at practice, but I was wrong, and you paid for it.”

“And I’d do it again if it meant I could be with you.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes, tears brimming. Gently, you raised your hand and rested it on the side of Eddie’s battered face. “Look at you, Eddie.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck about Jason or any of his friends, I promise you. I don’t care about Steve Harrington. I don’t care about anyone in Hawkins the way I care about you.”

You parted your lips to speak, but before you could, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that conveyed every ounce of love he felt for you. It was gentle - his lip still hurt - but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was showing you what you meant to him.

The tears escaped your eyes, falling down your face as you kissed Eddie back. His arms slid around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck. He held you close, his body pressed against yours.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you. I mean that. And I’d do anything to make sure you know it.”

“I do know it,” you whispered. “And I…I love you too.”

Eddie smiled. “Then that’s all that matters.”

You shook your head, a breathless chuckle. “You’re crazy, Eddie Munson.”

His smile only grew. “Only for you.”

Being Eddie’s girlfriend was better than you ever could have dreamed.

He treated you like a princess, for one. He may not have had a lot of money for fancy dates and gifts like Steve, but that didn’t matter to you. Eddie loved you, he worshipped the ground you walked on. It was different - you’d never been treated that way before.

You’d never had someone love you like that.

Jason and Steve were not happy, but you couldn’t have cared less. Steve continued to try to get you back - the first time he’d grabbed your ass in the hall after you had started dating Eddie, you nearly hit him yourself. He got the hint pretty quick, although he didn’t give up the idea that you’d come to your senses one day.

Things with Jason were even worse. He wouldn’t even speak to you, wouldn’t look at you. He pretended you didn’t exist at home. You honestly preferred it that way.

Eddie’s friends couldn’t believe he had been telling the truth. They were all too scared to talk to you, but Eddie loved watching them eat their words. Every time he brought you to the lunch table or to Hellfire, sitting on his lap and kissing him as many times as possible, they’d all just stare.

“Hi, princess,” Eddie greeted you with a smirk after cheer practice, leaning against his van. You were still in your uniform, and you ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He laughed as you kissed him, holding you tight. He’d recovered since the Jason incident, his bruises fading and cuts healing. He looked like himself again - your handsome boyfriend.

“Missed you,” you mumbled against his lips. You kissed him again, longer this time.

“I watched you practice,” he said, laughing again. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

You shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Still missed you.”

You knew you had an audience, but you didn’t care. He sat you back down on your feet, his arms still wrapped around you. “Ready to go?”

“Fuck yeah,” you said. “Get me out of here.”

You climbed into the passenger seat of Eddie’s old van. He shot you a smirk before he started the engine, backing the van out of the parking space and driving away from Hawkins like a maniac. As usual.

As he drove, he rested his hand on your thigh. He still couldn’t believe he had you here with him - his girlfriend. He glanced over at you, your hair blowing in the wind, the sun kissing your skin and lighting you up from the inside. Beautiful.

Maybe dreams do come true.

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He had spent the latter half of high school ignoring you, even though your history was a prominent stain in your life. Senior year you spent yearning for simpler times with him.

Eddie Munson was something you really did not need. But in some sick twisted and backwards way, you wanted him.

You two had a summer fling that was a whirlwind to say the least. He was your first everything. Kiss. Sexual experience.

First love? Maybe?

But that all went straight to hell when you started senior year and he completely ignored you and started talking to other girls. The only interaction you had with him that entire year was a party over spring break and he drunkenly pinned you to a wall in the hallway, his lips ghosting over yours, quietly confessing how much he missed you. You kissed him, lips lingering a bit too long than they should have.

Could not have been missing you that much, you remember thinking, because the next week he was holding hands with some girl from your physics class.

After graduation, you decided college was not for you. You went to hair school, got your certificate, and paid rent to stay at your parents' house. You cut hair at the local salon on Main Street and tried to make just enough to pay bills. Extra money was hard to come by.

Hawkins stayed the same, but as an adult, it felt different.

You only saw a couple classmates around during the school year, and dreadfully, Eddie was one of them.

After one particularly long day at the salon, you stop by the grocery store that's on the way from your house and decide to grab yourself a cheap microwavable meal. It's all you could do for yourself, a small little treat.

You turn to head to the registers, eyes flickering upward to see Eddie Munson standing directly in front of you. He was already looking at you, those big, stupid brown eyes boring into yours.

Eddie would never admit it, but you had done the same to his brain. But instead of indulging in his desire to be strictly yours after that one summer, he ran away. Like he always did.

Because giving your all to someone was terrifying. And he was young. He had always been told by his Dad to keep his options open and that no woman was truly worth monogamy.

So he pushed you away, finding ways to distract himself from your beautiful smile and the history you two harbored.

He promised himself he would find someone whose lips were sweeter. Tongue sharper. Hips just as addictive.

But it's been almost three years. And no girl came close to you.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You hold your frozen food close to your chest, almost trying to hide in embarrassment.

"Long time no see, sweetheart."

His eyes light up when you roll your eyes at his statement, the toothpick placed in between his teeth rolling back and forth.

He's the next customer in line and you are praying for the elderly in front of him to hurry up. But he's hoping she takes a bit longer getting change out of her purse as the employee lazily scans her Raisin Bran. He is so smitten seeing you looking all pretty, eyes tired, and shoulders slouched.

"Hi, Eddie," is what you decide on saying as you shift on your non-slip sneakers. He scans you up and down, taking in your end-of-shift appearance.

"What are you getting up to these days?"

"Work."

You are quick to respond now, not wanting to drag out the conversation longer than it needed to be.

"Where are you working now?" He presses, putting his odd arrangement of groceries on the moving belt.

"Shear Works."

He has no clue what that is or where. You can tell you've confused him almost immediately as he turns with his brows all furrowed and nose scrunched. "Am I supposed to know what that is, sweet-"

"Hair salon in downtown Hawkins," You reply bluntly, grabbing the separator on the moving belt to put your single item down. You clear your throat, watching the cashier bag Eddie's items and tell him his total.

He pays her in cash, tucking the loose change in the leather jacket he's been wearing since junior year. You can tell it's starting to grow a bit tighter in his shoulders by the worn marks across his collar.

"You do hair?" He asks, grabbing his bag and leaning against the end of the aisle. You greet the cashier with a smile and nod as she scans your item, bagging it. You start to dig through your small change purse as you bite back to Eddie.

"Yes, that's what I went to school for."

He scoffs, crossing his arms, his plastic bag hanging on two of his fingers. Still heavily littered with rings.

"Do you cut men's hair?" He asks, almost teasing you.

You peer up at him as you hand the cashier exact change. She hands you a receipt and you stuff it in the plastic bag she hands you. "No."

Eddie follows you out of the exit, chuckling to himself. You are halfway in the middle of the street by the time he repeats your name.

"Always nice seeing you, sweetheart."

"Likewise, Munson."

You run into him not too long after that. An early morning run to the gas station turns into you trying to hide yourself behind a display in the chip aisle, away from him.

But Eddie can almost sense when you're around. He follows his intuition and walks to grab a bag of Doritos. When you peek your head to check if the coast is clear, your eyes meet his.

"Well, would you look at that," He smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners at your obvious plan, "Hiding from something, darlin'?"

You roll your eyes, sighing at your strategy to avoid the guy again blowing up in your face. "Good morning, Eddie."

"You look beautiful as ever today," He compliments, scanning you up and down. You take note of his outfit, a dark navy blue jumpsuit, a white tank top peaking out over his chest. You realize then he actually works. "Heading to work?"

"Yeah, I needed." You stop looking at your hands to remember what you had come in for in the first place. A plain white milk for your coffee at the salon. Right. "Milk."

He raises his brows curiously. "Just milk?"

"And gas."

He nods at that, licking the corner of his lips. It's not lost on you that his flattery has your hair prickling over your arms and neck. He was making you nervous with the way he was eyeing you.

He just couldn't look away. Eddie was a simple guy. But this being the second run-in with you in the last two weeks, he cannot help but admire new things about you. You paint your nails this pretty red color, slightly chipping around the cuticles. The way you part your hair. The clothes you wore were also a bit tighter, showing off your curves.

You side-step him while he daydreams about you, like he used to as a longing teenage boy. You needed to stop looking at him, or else your body would start shaking with adrenaline.

He's like a tall, tempting glass of wine when you've been sober for a couple of years.

You get in line, pay for your items quickly, and get outside to your car. You did not really need gas; you just wanted another excuse to be inside the god forsaken store.

Eddie watches you from the inside, shifting his head back and forth to make sure you would still be in the parking lot as he left. When he pushes the glass door open, you are getting in the driver's side of your small sedan.

"Hey," He hollers, gesturing towards you, "I'll see you around?"

You want to say no. You need to, actually. But you don't.

You just nod. "Sure. See you around, Eds."

Calling him by the nickname you used to call him was not lost on him.

The next time you and Eddie see each other, it's at the same grocery store you visited before.

You had a craving for some Honey Combs and Oreos, knowing your period would be coming soon, and that's probably why. You grab the Oreos first, lost in your own thoughts about the borderline horrible haircut you did on some poor old lady earlier today. It was eating you alive-

Until you see him in the cereal aisle. He grabs a box of Honey Combs and looks at the packaging, lost in his own thoughts. He would be eating cereal for dinner for the 4th time this week.

He knows someone is watching him, and he's almost not surprised it's you. He knew he'd be seeing you again.

You knew this had to be a sign from whatever was above.

He's in his normal clothes, not the jumpsuit from before. A t-shirt that hangs right above the belt on his tight black jeans. He's still wearing those damn boots he has had since junior year.

"You stalkin' me?" His voice shrills, stepping away from the towering cereal shelves. You walk towards him, feigning confidence, but in actuality, you just want to show him up and show him you were not going to hide from him this time.

You reach up for a box of Honey Combs. "No, I think you are stalking me."

The smile that stretches across his lips makes you grin in return. He nods, accepting your twisted around answer.

"You caught me red-handed. I've been staking out the grocery store every day, just waiting for you to show." He plays into it, shaking the box of Honey Combs towards the parking lot through the large glass panels at the front of the store.

You giggle, tucking the box of cereal under your armpit.

God, he missed that laugh. He didn't know he could miss a sound that much.

"Knackering for Honey Combs?" You wave your own box at him.

He looks at you incredulously, "Well, of course. It's only the best cereal. I'm the one who put you on those, remember?"

You remembered everything Eddie introduced you to. Metal. Dungeons and Dragons. Honey Combs. Lord of the Rings. Changing your turntable needle. How to inhale while smoking a joint. How to play three chords on the guitar.

He sees your brain going down the line, the face you make indicating that you are considering something.

"That's right," You admit, looking at the yellow box in all its glory, "You did introduce me to some good shit."

He offers a half-hearted smirk, "And some not so good shit."

He can reflect, too. That time in his life was not great. His one-track mind made him kind of an asshole. The last couple of years, he's moved away from a lot of the mentalities he pressured himself to endorse and believe in when he was trapped in high school. Being confined in that place made him constricted. He did not see himself growing up in any way every time he failed.

Nowadays, all he does is work at the shop, play D&D with his friends on his nights off, and sleep. Fuck a high school diploma.

You cross your legs, swaying in your position in the middle of the aisle. "You were a douche."

His eye twitches jokingly at that. "Yeah, it was bad, huh?"

"Doesn't make those fun times, awful, though. Even when you were a douche, they were good memories."

"Very good," he agrees.

"Exactly."

You two stand there, awkwardly smiling and agreeing.

He doesn't know why he says it. Maybe it's his mind extending an olive branch, but he stops nodding, looking around as if someone may catch him hitting on you or something. Who cares?

"Are you busy?"

You shake your head no, your stomach twisting at your initial thoughts.

"You want to come hang out? I rented a shitty horror movie and was gonna order some Chinese."

He knew that was your favorite. He was actually planning on ordering a pizza.

You had no plans, and your heart was nudging you towards the potential of being close to Eddie. In his house again. Spending time with him. Being close to him again.

All the signs were pointing you here. You had been hiding away from it. But after your first rekindling moment at this grocery store, he's been haunting your thoughts. He's not going anywhere anytime soon, you thought to yourself.

He's practically shaking, waiting for your response.

"Sure, I can just follow you home."

"Who's the real stalker now?"

You smack his shoulder, making him almost drop his box. "Shut up and let's check out."

When you arrive at his trailer, it looks the same as the last time you left it. Hats lining the walls, a coffee table littered with ashtrays, and dirty dishes in the sink. You hold your hands in front of your figure, biting your lip as Eddie puts the bags on the counter, slowly unpacking them all.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks, not looking up from his task.

His body is buzzing while your eyes are watching his every move.

"What do you have?"

He looks in the fridge as he puts some stuff away, "Beer, water, and apple juice."

"I'll take a beer."

He shoots you a look like you had just told him you were expecting a baby or something. Shock and amazement.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're just full of surprises nowadays."

He grabs two cans, his long wing span reaching out to give you one. You pop the top, taking a sip of the infamous light beer that Eddie's tongue used to taste like almost every day. That summer you two shared together consisted of a lot of late-night bonfires at people's houses and lots of shared drunken kisses.

As he takes a sip, he cannot help but smile as you take a swig and wince. "Yummy."

The chuckle that leaves his throat is gritty and strangled, so you both break into more booming laughs at the noise. You lean against his counter across from the fridge, the tension between you two slowly melting away. It felt like being in the room with your best friend again. A familiar space and beer can do wonders in putting your mind at ease, specifically.

But Eddie is struggling. Those flutters he used to feel every time you entered a room start to bloom in the pit of his stomach. He does not know why he invited you here, but he's starting to regret it. He did not expect those feelings to ram back into his chest the moment he heard your belly laugh again.

And he doesn't know if he's ready to just ignore those emotions, like he knows he needs to. He does not want to do something he would regret. He did not want to misstep.

Even if he did, what would he be losing out on if he ended up drifting back into your sphere? No girls are lining up to be with him. He's too busy to worry about dates and impressing someone new.

You look at him, noticing his face twisting into almost contempt. It makes the hairs on your arm stand up, heat flaring up your neck.

"You know," You start, taking another sip and smacking your lips. You needed to guide his mind elsewhere, "I would have thought you ditched this place after high school."

"I tried," he shrugs, leaning back against cabinets beside you. A change of subject worked better for him, anyway, "But being broke does things to a guy. Plus, I got a job at the auto shop on Hurley. Doesn't pay the greatest, but I'm pretty good at it."

The jumpsuit. He was a mechanic. "So that's where the hint of motor oil comes from."

That makes him smile, those butterflies now scattering around all of his insides. He loved to banter with you, and with time, you only became more of a smart ass.

His mind drifts, trying to figure out how he can continue the conversation without staring down at you in wonderment.

"Do you want me to order the food?"

You take another sip of your beer, a small gnawing in your stomach taking over your thoughts. "Yeah, I'll just get my usual."

"General Tso's chicken? Extra veggies?"

You press yourself further into the edge of the counter, knowing this cannot be the reason your bubbling desire for Eddie crashes over you. He remembers your fucking order from years ago.

You tuck your bottom lip under your top teeth, "You got it."

After he orders and gives the restaurant his address, they estimate about 30 minutes, so you two occupy the time by sitting on Eddie's couch and catching up on other things in life. You tell him about how you still live with your parents. How annoying your Mom still is.

He tells you all about Wayne's promotion, which, while demanding, is bringing in a lot of extra cash. He goes on about how Wayne is going to buy a new house and let Eddie rent the trailer for a good deal, so they can finally have spaces to themselves.

It's the first time that he seems optimistic about his future, and it's endearing. The Eddie you used to know was pretty pessimistic. He had no future plans and did not think he would even make it past 25. All signs are pointing to the opposite.

The food arrives, and Eddie gets the TV set up with the cheesy horror flick he picked up before the grocery store. He knew you hated movies like this, but the promise of Chinese for sure won you over.

At least, that's what he thinks.

As you ate, you couldn't help but think of all the silly memories you had on this couch. Tickle fights. Eddie putting you in his lap while he rolled a joint, explaining to you step by step on how to do it. Watching the random NASCAR races with Wayne while Eddie doodled things for his next campaigns. You spent a whole summer as a teen in this world, and now, here you are, back in it as an adult. It did not feel that far away.

You finish eating, and instead of focusing back on the movie, you make more small talk with Eddie as he demolishes his steak and broccoli. You grab the plate he made and walk into the kitchen, feeling like you need to at least do something to help clean up. He bought you dinner, you do the dishes you two made.

He follows you in there, grabbing another beer for himself from the fridge. He lingers there for a moment, watching you scrub the sauce off the porcelain dish. Your side profile was slightly highlighted by the overhead light that you had flicked on as you fiddled with the faucet.

He could not peel his eyes away.

You finish the dishes, laying them out to dry and toweling off the water from your hands. You turn back to him, noticing his slightly agape lips as he examines you.

Shit. All that time and work to push all those debilitating thoughts of love and yearning were now crashing into him.

He moves closer to you as you pin yourself against the counter beside the sink.

You look between both eyes, trying to muddle through your own emotions of being in front of the guy you would spend hours on end at night trying to forget. Now you were sharing a meal with him and doing his dirty dishes.

But he always lingered, like a scar littered across the skin of your chest, right where your heart is. You could never fully let go of him.

"Do you believe in fate?"

It comes out as a whisper as his foot falls creep closer to you. You think back to your thought process from earlier. There had to be a reason he's finding you everywhere all of a sudden.

"I don't believe in much, beautiful." His palm slides across your face, cradling your cheekbone as he stares into your eyes like he may miss something. You don't even flinch, his hands feeling so natural on your body. When his other hand creeps around your waist, pulling you flush with his, you finally get a better smell of his new shampoo. More masculine than the infamous strawberry scent he used to reek of in high school.

He does not know what prompted his movements towards you, but you looked like a star in the sky he could hold. He wanted you close.

"So what would you call this…" Your hands finally find their way to his midsection, resting right above his black belt.

He thinks for a moment, because he truly does not know what this magnetic pull is between you two. It has been consistent from the moment he first laid eyes on you and talked to you years ago.

And in that moment, he feels like an idiot. He literally had it right with the first girl he ever cared about, and his instinct was to push her away and see if another one came around that could be even better.

He was an immature fool.

There was not going to be anything better than this.

The sparks that prickled his fingertips the moment they settled on your skin. The stuttering of his heart when you finally did it in return to his stomach. He had never gotten anywhere close to that with any other girl.

His dad was wrong. "No girl in the world is worth keeping around forever."

What bullshit.

"Witchcraft," Eddie muses, leaning towards you a bit, "Only explanation."

You tilt your nose up to brush against his, "You're so stupid."

He is the first to make the move, his beautifully symmetrical lips leaving your view only to press against yours. It's like you are projected back to that same hormonal teenage body you used to have, practically white knuckling him to keep him close to you.

And the way you melt so seamlessly against him, your strength to keep him so close is not lost on him. You used to grip him so hard that he thought you were trying to harness his gravity to keep you from levitating off the ground.

It's slow at first, but turns impatient quickly. His hand on your waist starts to creep down to your hip, and the one delicately gracing your cheek is now pulling you forward by the nape of your neck.

When your head tilts back, you instinctively open your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in.

He still tastes like those Marlboro Reds.

You've always tasted sweet, but there's something else. It was not the spice you just ate, or the beer you had earlier, whatever it is, it completely throws Eddie off. It's a light bulb moment, though. Because while you are still a lot like the girl he initially fell for, he has time to make up for and new things to learn about you.

The more you kiss him, the more he is absolutely sure that he wants to do exactly that.

You pull away, your breath being stolen every time he moves his head. "Will Wayne come home-"

"He's working until 9. We have time."

His expansive, warm palm grips the back of your thighs. Eddie had picked you up before, but that was your high school weight. You were a bit different now. So when he mouths to you to jump, you hesitantly do. Both his hands fondle your ass and thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. He pads down the familiar hallway of the trailer, leading back to the room you were well acquainted with years ago.

Both of you do not know what you are doing or how you got here so quickly.

The moment he opens his bedroom door, you know you're jumping back into the deep end with your obsession with Eddie.

Obsession sounds like a scary word, but it was not in the way your friends made it seem to be. In high school, you thought about him all the time, talked about him a good sum of the time when you were with others, and always found yourself eager to be around him. When he was around, you would hang yourself off him like an accessory to his all black outfits.

He was very similar back then. Dreaming about you when he slept at night, yapping about you to Hellfire during the times Dungeons and Dragons was not being discussed, and every moment spent together was the best part of his day.

Now here you two are, years later, still somehow just as attracted, if not more, to one another.

It was all Eddie's fault for not putting it the puzzle pieces together correctly. He could not help but feel like a fool.

He kisses you again, almost like he was internally trying to erase that part of his memory by focusing on how perfectly your lips slotted against his.

He drops you onto his bed, wedging his legs between yours, tongues intertwined still.

You rake your hands through his hair, trying to ignore the tangles that are laced between the strands. As you tug slightly, Eddie hums against your mouth. You giggle when he moves away, "Don't stop doing that."

"What," You muse, letting his mouth trace down your mouth, to your chin, to your jaw, "Pull your hair?"

He laughs against your skin, "Stop that."

"What? Just trying to jog my memory as to what you like, Munson."

His lips press to your pulse point, the softness of the moment making your skin prickle with goosebumps. He lingers there for a moment as his hand leaves your hip to cradle the back of your head.

"I think we are a bit different, now. Maybe we like different things," He quips, his eyes raking over your features. His eyes are so dark, but there's a twinkle to them.

"You sure about that?" You say, pushing his hair away from his cheeks with one hand.

"You taste sweeter," He dotes, kissing your cheek, "You also have a new scent. Burnt hair, maybe?"

You slap his shoulder, gawking at him in mock offense. "Wow, low blow."

His smirk is so precious, it makes your stomach twist.

"You said I smell like motor oil, sweetheart."

You laugh again, throwing your head back into his hand more, "Looks like we both stink, then."

He giggles along with you, his perfectly aligned teeth beaming at you like they used to when you teased him. There's a moment after the laughter subsides, where everything gets quiet and you two just study one another.

He spent years of his life trying to imagine you as some villain in his story so he would just move on, but you were too bright, too electric, too beautiful to imagine as some criminal that would steal his heart and implode his life.

Maybe the heartbreak would be awful if you did end up dropping him, but even back in the day, he had no intentions of hurting you, and you seemed pretty into him.

He remembers when he told you that you two would be taking a break from each other, you were so accepting and casual about it.

But what he didn't know was that you wanted to scream at him. You went home that night, stole some wine from your mom, and cried for hours. You didn't want to push the subject, make him resent you, and risk any reconciliation.

Every time you saw him it was like salt in the wound. For months, you would run into him, and he would somehow reopen the wound even more by giving you a longing expression or touching your back when walking by you.

You two were dancing around the issue. Which was that both of you never wanted to stop being together.

He was brainwashed. You were a pushover.

So you two did your little dance around each other, occasionally weakening for a night and caving in to whatever you both needed at the time. That party over spring break. The bonfire at your friend's house, where he was dropping off weed.

Force proximity brought you together; that was for sure.

But this moment was chosen by the two of you. Sure, you had run into each other countless times, but it traces back to your question for him earlier. Fate.

"Can I kiss you more?" He asks, gently. You just nod, spending the next ten minutes rolling around in his bed, getting more aquatinted with his lips again.

The moment his hips press into you a bit more, you remember the very first night he took you. It makes the wetness pool in your panties as you return the motion.

Eddie cannot remember a time in recent years when he wanted to sleep with a girl as much as he wanted to sleep with you. He would never admit it, but every girl after you never compared, and he always found himself a bit disgusted with himself after every interaction.

You had only ever had him. Never going further with anyone else except for hand stuff.

Now you're back on top of him, locking him under you with your thighs.

"Do you want to-"

"So badly," He admits to you, his eyes still shut from focusing on kissing you. You fiddle with his belt buckle, popping the button on his jeans. You don't touch his crotch fully until he thrusts it towards your open palm, his jaw going slack in anticipation.

When your shirt slides off, so does his. You halt your movements, getting a look at a tattoo you had never seen before. A demon head over his left pec, all dark and harsh against his beautiful, pale skin. You smile as you trace your nail over it.

His heavy-lidded eyes admire the way you give his ink a once-over before returning to lock your gaze back to his face.

"Like it?" His voice sounds like air is caught in the back of his throat, which makes it even deeper than usual. His hands explore around your bare back, your bra still latched in the back. Seeing you like this again is invigorating

You just offer a half-hearted smile. "Does it matter if I do or don't?"

He rolls his eyes, his fingers sliding up under the clasp that's holding your boobs from dropping out of your bra.

"Not completely. It's permanent, so I can't really get rid of it if you hated it," He explains, peeling the straps off your shoulders and letting your bra pool between your stomachs.

They've only gotten better with time, he thinks to himself. You somehow got even more perfect since the last time he saw you naked.

"I don't hate it, Eddie," You lean forward, dragging your clothed core against his growing bulge, "It matches your aesthetic."

And it did. You did not love the design, but it was painfully Eddie, so you couldn't hate it. He had more tattoos scattered about, but this one was for sure his biggest and darkest. You liked that he expressed himself through art, music, and games he played with his friends. He's always been creative, which is one of the main things that drew you to him.

"Sounds like you hate it."

You tilt his chin up and press a longing kiss to his lips, just to stunt the conversation there.

The rest of your clothes come off the moment before Eddie's tossing you back onto the bed, your back flush with his navy blue sheets. His hands spread across your legs, fingers imprinting into the flesh as he crawls up you.

Lying bare under him again does not make you feel insecure like you thought it would. It's like getting the wheel of a manual car. Even though your new car is automatic, you still have the familiarity to know how to shift into gear and drive.

He kisses you again, just for good measure.

He hovers over your body, and you spot his cock straining against his briefs. It makes you wiggle against him, pushing your pelvis upward to lure him. He takes the bait, settling his shoulders between your legs.

He cannot help but bring his fingers up to your slit, spreading you open. A memory flashes to the first time he made you fall apart on his fingers. You looked so ethereal, writhing in the back of his van, your moans reverberating off the metal walls.

Feeling him between your legs is driving you insane. You reach down, raking your hands through his curls again. "Please, I need you."

He doesn't tease you like he used to, simply because this moment is too soft and intimate to bring in his old ways. He needed to taste you, feel you fall apart.

His tongue flattens to your cunt, licking between your lips painfully slow. His fingers need to be somewhere, so they bury right into your tight hole, dragging in and out as his tongue explores you.

Eddie has always loved eating pussy. Your pussy specifically.

The feeling of you shifting your hips, eagerly chasing that high he always brings you to, makes him close his mouth and press kisses to the top of your pussy. The moment his lips reopen, you look down to observe him sucking your clit into his mouth. The electricity that surges through your body makes you inadvertently scream his name.

And just like he always did, he does not give up until you are gushing around his fingers and moaning his name.

Your whole body feels like jello, your muscles feel like they are sinking out of your flesh. Eddie stands up, shoving his briefs down his legs and almost tripping as he flings them across the room. You cannot help but giggle at his clumsiness.

His eyes cannot avert from you, that's why he's fumbling over himself. You were so fucking perfect, laid out like this.

"That's my girl," Eddie tuts, crawling back over your body to kiss you with his messy, wet lips. You don't have time to display your confusion about his words before he's grinding into you, his mouth diving down to suck on your neck.

Your hands find his hair as his cock slips in between your sensitive pussy lips.

"Do we need a condom?" He asks, unsure if you were still taking that small white pill every day.

You think for a moment. You were still on birth control. You only ever took Eddie raw. That's how you needed him.

"No. Are you safe?"

"Of course."

"Then no."

Eddie cannot believe he's about to do this all over again. There was doubt at first, but now he's never been more sure about anything in his life. He needed you like he needed air. His heart is racing so fast, it feels like it may give out the moment he's pressing into you.

You haven't had sex in over a year, so the stretch is overwhelming at first. Eddie's cock was for sure the biggest you've ever had the pleasure of indulging in, and he knew how to use it. The first time you two ever had sex, he was so slow and careful with you. While you probably needed that now, you could not stand the idea of taking this easy.

"Jesus, fuck me," You throw your head back, exposing your neck and jaw to him. He chuckles, leaning forward more, fully sheathing his cock inside you. The pressure isn't unpleasant, just overwhelming. He dips his head down, his teeth lightly clamping down on your clenched jaw.

He needed to recenter himself or else he would bust immediately.

"You need to tell me how you want this to go," He pleads, his breathing ragged.

"Not slow."

His chest heaves and lets out a hasty chuckle. "Okay, noted."

He draws his hips back, taking a moment before he plunges back into your soaked center. His hands rest on your hips, his rings gripping you so hard they will leave imprints.

Even though Eddie has fucked you countless times, this singular moment felt like the most important time ever.

When he snaps his hips forward, you somehow find a way to relax into it. Eddie's core flexes as he repeatedly thrusts into you, which makes you whine. The pace he was setting was exactly what you needed.

"Yes, right there," You mutter as he hits that spot that makes your fingers and toes tingle with pleasure. He does exactly what you say because he knows hitting that spot will have you falling to the edge and into pure bliss. He needed you to finish again before he came. He was a gentleman after all.

"God, I missed this pussy so much. Never been another one like it."

He doesn't know why he says it, he's so blinded by chasing his high and watching you all slack jawed, taking him so pretty.

The goosebumps that shoot up your body are enough to have you clenching around him.

"Yeah?" Is all you can say as you watch his tongue poke out the corner of his mouth, like he's focusing or restricting the inevitable.

He sighs, like he's been holding his breath. "Need you to cum, sweetheart. Need to watch you fall apart on me like old times."

You reach your hand down between your bodies, toying with your clit that he was responsible for making so sensitive. That familiar burst of unbridled pleasure starts to surge as his hips speed up, pistoning into you.

"Yes, Eddie, yes! Right there!"

He grits his teeth, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you keen. Your hands grip onto the hair on the nape of his neck, trying to anchor yourself.

"So perfect- such a perfect pussy. Just for me," He rambles, his body quaking above you, "All for me."

The restriction on his dick from your cunt makes his orgasm rip through his body, a heat rising to his cheeks as he plants his knees on the bed, trying to regain his stability. He slowly grinds himself into you, pumping you full as your body practically jolts back and forth.

Eddie's hands move to above your head, caging in your head as you two breathe hot air into each other's mouths. You are trying to rack your brain for something to say, but you are drawing a blank. All you can think about is the beautiful way his eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles at your delighted expression.

Sex with Eddie was the best. But him being this close, chest pressed against yours, that was your favorite part of intimacy with him. You just liked how warm he felt against you.

He eases himself out of you, lying on his side as you try to catch your breath. You shoot him a look before returning your eyes to the ceiling fan spinning above you.

He didn't know what to say. You didn't either. So you both sat in silence for a good bit before you moved onto your side, turning your back to him. You are forced to stare at the wall that is littered with random metal bands album covers. You gather his wrist in between your fingers, draping it over your midsection. He takes the hint; this routine is something he vividly remembers about being with you.

His body heat practically penetrates your bare skin as you two just lie there in the dark. You don't remember falling asleep, and he doesn't remember ever trying to wake you up.

His alarm rattles you both awake, shooting up from the all-too-comfortable bed at the same time. You are a bit disoriented at first, until you blink a couple of times to bring his room into focus.

His hand moves away from you, slamming his fist on the top of his alarm clock.

"Fuckin' 5AM," he grumbles, rolling off his bed dramatically. Watching his completely nude body crumble onto the floor is actually comical, so you huff out a small laugh. He stands, and that's when you fully take in his beautifully toned back. He has gotten a bit bulkier than the last time you saw him like this. Being a mechanic must be good for his physique.

"I go in late today," You remember, slipping past his comforter to plant your feet on the ground. He turns around to you as he slips on some underwear.

Your tired eyes and sluggish movements are quite endearing. He cannot help but smirk down at you all naked and irresistible in his bed. You stand up, gathering your own clothes and slowly pulling them back onto your body.

As you do that, you notice something in the corner of Eddie's room. Something you had never noticed before. You step closer, not really caring if you alarm Eddie. It's something hot pink and very obviously a bra.

Your heart stills in your chest, as jealousy immediately crawls up your throat, burning you like acid. You have never felt such a jab to the stomach. You had not even contemplated him having a girlfriend or someone he was seeing. You turn to him, half-tempted to confront him.

He isn't paying any attention, his mind on fiddling with his work jumpsuit. When he does finally meet your eyes, they are welling with tears. It takes him off guard, looking around the room to see what could have caused such a visceral reaction.

You purse your lips, biting the inside of your cheeks. You suddenly remember how this ended before. You were all his until you weren't anymore, and someone else came along. It was not worth the argument.

You grab his bedroom door handle before the tears spill from your eyes. You practically sprint to the front door, scaring the living shit out of Wayne, who was asleep on the couch by the door.

You stumble out of the trailer, but before you can make it to the driver's side of your car, you hear Eddie coming after you.

"Wait," He calls out, his bare chest not covered by any sort of shirt. He was so taken aback by your sudden outburst. He starts to panic that he fucked up royally before he could even really prove to you that he wanted you back. "What's going on?"

"I need to leave," Is all you say, wiping your wet cheeks, "I shouldn't have come."

"Wait, wait, wait," He grabs your driver's door, almost forcing you to look at him and be honest. You don't know if he deserves it, but you feel cornered. "What happened? Did I do something?"

"The bra."

He looks at you, puzzled and trying to connect some sort of dots. The bra? The bra.

It was not what you thought, but it did look bad. He would admit that.

"Sweetheart, it's truly not what you think."

You scoff, shaking your head and flicking your keys between your fingers. "Never enough for you, huh?"

That's like a bullet to his chest. You had never gone after him like that before, and it completely throws him off balance. It aggravates him that you won't just listen to him.

But you did not owe him that. He has a track record, and you feel dumb for just going along with it because he made you feel special.

"You know that's not what-"

"Bullshit, Eddie," You get in your car, starting the engine and reaching for the door. He lets go, not wanting to get his fingers caught in an angry girl's car door frame. He stands there completely stunned and unsure what to do. He can't stop you from leaving, so he doesn't.

He watches as you pull out of his gravel driveway and speed down to the exit of the trailer park.

And you? You cannot help but cry in frustration. You felt so stupid. So easy.

Eddie Munson was the same guy you knew him to be.

He was losing his goddamn mind.

Work was hell for the next two days. He was half tempted to call out because he had managed to fuck up more than a handful of times because he has been moping around the shop like a lovesick puppy.

Maybe a grief-stricken, kicked and battered puppy.

He fucked up, again.

The night you two spent together plays through his mind over and over again. There was not a moment that went by that his stomach did not twist over the mere idea of you.

As he's doing a simple oil change, he thinks about the way you felt next to him on the couch. How easy it was to just sit with you and talk about life. You were the only girl he had ever been with who truly made him feel that he was heard. You didn't have to do much, sure, but your eyes reflected your interest in his sad little life.

And then he pours in the wrong motor oil. He realizes it as soon as his coworker Doug snatches the bottle away and eyes it curiously. He knew then, he could not live like this.

But how would he convince you that he had truly changed? His heart shifted the moment you made eyes at him at the grocery store. He had suppressed this shit for too long. Something needed to give.

On the third day of internal turmoil, his boss tells him that he can be the first one out the door today. It was only 1PM, and he knew that he was only doing this because the old man could read the room pretty well. He needed a day off.

But he says something before Eddie goes that triggers a light bulb in his head.

"You need to trim that hair, boy. Gettin' in your eyes. Probably why you keep fuckin' up lately."

Fate.

Not witchcraft. It was stupid fate.

Eddie turns to his boss with a wicked smile, punching out his card. "You're right. I should go get a cut, huh?"

The next couple of days at work were incredibly slow, and your brain was working overtime trying to find ways to stay busy. You were the only stylist in the salon who accepted random people off the street, so you pray every time someone walks by the big windows that they decide they need a perm or color.

By 3PM, you are ready to pack your purse and lunch box up and go home empty handed. Your back is turned to the door as the receptionist welcomes the patron.

It's like slow motion as you turn and see him standing there, looking all disheveled.

How did he know where you worked?

You told him at the grocery store weeks ago. He remembered. Shit.

"Can I help you, sir?" She asks Eddie as his eyes bore into yours. You wish you were just dreaming, and you could just wake up already.

What? He would humiliate you at work now, too? Was in private not enough?

"I need a trim. Do you accept walk-ins?" He asks, but he's not looking at the front desk girl, who's only trained to say hello, get payment, and offer a goodbye. He's staring directly at you. She looks between you two, somehow reading that this would be a situation you would take up.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We do, but not for assholes who-"

He steps towards you, eyes looking so sincere, you thought he might drop to his knees before you. He's never been so focused on you before.

"Please, sweetheart." His hands are at his sides, but they are twitching to touch you. To pull you in and beg in front of everyone. But he doesn’t move an inch, waiting for your move. "The bra was from one of my live shows at the Hideout. You know my band? Some random old lady threw it at me and I thought it was funny-"

"Stop talking."

"And I keep fuckin' up at work and I can't even do a simple oil change without thinking about your beautiful smile or the way your eyes light up-"

"Eddie."

"And I don't know why I kept the bra, okay? But I promise it's not anyone's. I am sorry, okay? I really like you, and I fucked this up so many times over-"

You put your hand over his mouth, cupping it so he can't speak anymore. You see out of the corner of your eye, the front desk girl and the hairdresser beside her, practically gawking at you two. You slowly drag Eddie to your chair, helping him sit down with his mouth still covered. You lean down, eye to eye with him.

"You really like me?" You whisper as you watch his eyes look glassy and desperate. He nods as you slowly remove your hand from his mouth.

"Yes, I really do. I don't want to fuck this up again."

Eddie's always been a pretty awful liar. He usually falters, starts to giggle, almost immediately giving himself away.

He doesn't waver once, saying it.

You swallow, asking yourself if you want to entertain this or not.

He was here, appealing to you like a man dejected and devastated. He had never done that before. Every single time he would hurt you before, he would leave you alone for months, never offering another thought.

But he's fucking here. At your work. In public. Pleading.

You suck in a harsh breath, your heart racing as you accept the inevitable.

"I do accept walk-ins," You declare, grabbing the back of the salon chair, "But I don't do men's haircuts."

A smile cracks across his face, "Well, I don't want a men's haircut. Just a trim off the old mop. Could be considered a ladies' cut, honestly."

You gather his hair to the back, watching him in the mirror as his eyes ease a bit as you tease him.

"Do you perm this thing?" You joke, knowing this is just the luck he has with his curly locks.

He whistles, "Low blow, sweetheart."

tags: @mediocredreams @mrsjellymunson @rebelfell @katsfandomcorner @walleloveseve @thejordiverse @cosmicrager

FREEZE THE HEAT

Johnny Storm never shared his spotlight.

Sure, there were four of them in the team, whatever, but he was the most likable. There are actual surveys that point to him as the one people buy from the most. Figurines, magazines, products he supports and makes advertisements for, anything you could think of. If his face is there, people buy it, and he delights himself in it. He is the only Alpha out of the four of them, so of course, this attention only makes him even more cocky.

But what if that spotlight is slowly being taken away? What if because for some reason, someone else were to come to steal the show? Well, that happened to you. He doesn't know your story; he doesn't know where you came from. At first, when the team encountered you, they all thought you came to wreak havoc in the city, but that was not the case.

You claimed you were normal before, that you were just a human. You told Reed you were a scientific researcher, and something had gone very wrong between two chemicals, and added Nitrogen. Johnny didn't buy shit out of that, but his sister told him to back off.

You are pretty. Hot. Gorgeous even. But there was one tiny problem. You were an Alpha, and he doesn't sleep with Alphas. He is the dominating one, not the dominated. He isn't docile, and he wants to prove always that he can break you, but then mend you back together. That's how he worked.

With you, he could never do that. But here comes problem number two; You were Ice. Your power was literal ice. The complete opposite of him. Reed invited you to the headquarters so he could run tests on you, and you found out your DNA had completely changed. There was another thing that Reed found out, but he told the rest of the team that it was between him and you. That was complete bullshit that only added to Johnny's dislike for you.

At first, you didn't meddle in the fights. You didn't intervene, just stood on the side. But when Ben was busy with one giant robot that wanted to crush a school bus, and Reed and Sue were trying to protect a building from falling on top of a group of people, Johnny could not stop the robot that was coming to step on the school. He couldn't melt the metal; he couldn't stop him at all.

And you just had to come and save the day.

You iced its feet into the ground, glaciers enveloping the robot, completely freezing it over, not letting electricity run through its circuits any longer. You repeated that same technique to help Ben, and once the Robot was frozen up, he smashed it, completely destroying it. He repeated it with the other one, and then helped Sue and Reed. Johnny could only move people away, and he felt useless in this fight. His pride growled inside of him, his eyes burning within his flames as he watched how you were praised, hugged, and liked.

His complete opposite, another Alpha, standing in the spotlight that he owned. It was the Fantastic Four, not the Fantastic Five. It didn't have a single ring to it. It sounded stupid. But then, Reed had to go and make you a suit for yourself. One you could use with your powers, freely, with all the same gears that the team had.

Your eyes rarely met his. It was as if you knew he was watching you, persistently. He almost looked obsessed with you, enthralled, but all he felt was a scorching fire inside of him. Pure hatred. Yet, he felt magnetized to you in a manner that he couldn't quite explain. He barely talked to you, and you two didn't even cross paths except for the typical fight.

And kids started to love you. You made ice skating parks in the middle of spring. You made ice sculptures for festivities, for parties. You started getting invited to the galas, to the award shows, and worst of all, you became the face of products.

"Buy the newest Big Chill refrigerator! One step on the pedal below, and your freezer opens; it's that easy! Oh, how chilly!" He hated your sweet voice on the TV. He growled each time he saw you advertising foods as well, ice companies, even travel companies where you sponsor trips to cold places in the world, where you can ski, and stuff. That's something he never advertised on. He would only be able to sponsor a trip to a Volcano.

"If we have to replace the couch one more time because you cannot control your flames, Johnny, you're going to get kicked out." He heard the loud thumping coming from the living room, and once he noticed, he could smell something burning. He looked down where his hand was on the couch, lifting it up to see his hand imprinted now on the fabric. He groaned, standing up to turn off the TV, his jaw clenching.

"Is it bad for me to feel angry? She is not even part of our team, she is not our family, and she is— Stealing the show from me, what is that?" He motioned to the TV and back to his friend, who was getting some bowls from underneath the sink, being careful not to crush anything.

"It's been two months already, and you have to get over it. You have to admit it, she is prettier than you." Johnny's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows, completely offended.

"Say that to me again. Try it." Ben chuckled as Johnny heard Herb coming into the room, beeping towards them while it rolled over to the fridge to help Ben make dinner. Johnny grumbled loudly, running his hands over his face, shaking his head.

"Well, you heard Herbie, she is coming for dinner tonight." Johnny wanted to burn the couch to ashes as he heard that, his chest rumbling with displeasure.

"There's something about her I can't pinpoint, and Reed knows. He knows!" Johnny exclaimed, trying to keep his composure as he felt himself start to burn again, but no flames were visible on him.

"It's something between her and him—"

"So the Ice Princess is more important than his brother in law, is that it? Our lives could be in danger for all we know!" He was exaggerating; he knew that, but he was making up excuses to drive you away. Somehow. Ben shook his head as he crushed a garlic with his thumb, putting it into the bowl as Herbie started chopping potatoes.

"Johnny, you are still liked. It's not like she took everyone—"

"She is an Alpha! I am the only Alpha in this home, I am the protector of all of you." Ben stood back. Even Betas could hear the rumbling of an Alpha in power, and Johnny was right. He was the Alpha of the house, and two Alphas cannot be under the same roof unless an agreement is made.

"I am sure she knows that. That's why she is not moving in." Johnny's eyes widened, his stare deadly as he looked at his friend. Ben realized his mistake, gulping heavily as Herbie made a distressed noise.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Nothing. Nothing, do not mind me—"

"Did Reed invite her to move in?" And before Ben could talk, another voice chipped in.

"I did." Johnny's head snapped to look at his sister, coming over with her hand being held by her husband, who looked a bit worried. Johnny's jaw clenched, frowning at Sue.

"Why would you do that, knowing how much I don't want her near us?"

"Near you." Johnny bared his teeth at his sister, his body setting aflame, and Reed immediately stepped in front. Even as a Beta, he would protect his mate, even against an Alpha. Johnny took a deep breath in as he put out the fire around him, eyes drifting from Reed to Sue, who looked unfazed by him.

"Why?" He asked again, and Sue sighed.

"She is alone. I wanted to give her a chance to have a family, a place to stay—"

"A family!? I don't want her near this place; she already took all of my sponsorships. She doesn't need to be here." He couldn't help his voice as it slowly rose, not being able to contain the anger any longer. Reed stepped in now, shaking his head.

"Johnny, I know it's hard to understand, but she means no harm. She is not a bad person. She is not coming here because of you. She knows you… dislike her."

Something inside Johnny felt uneasy. He didn't like to hear that, even if he knew it was true. Wasn't it? He disliked her, so it was good that you knew that. But why does he feel like shit? Why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like it shouldn't be like that? Why does he not like that you actually know that? Why does he feel like you are misunderstanding?

"Good, we don't need another Alpha in our home." The word came out like venom from his lips, and Reed sighed, looking away.

"Better that way." Johnny frowned, wondering why he would say something like that. He wanted you to live here, and now he says it's better if you didn't? Before he could ask, there was a ring, and Herbie beeped cheerfully, rolling towards the doors and disappearing from sight. Johnny sighed through a growl and walked away to start setting up the table to distract himself.

He could already smell you. Your Alpha smell was weird to say the least. He could smell the ash, the firewood, but something else behind it all. He couldn't pinpoint it, but if he had to guess, the first thing that would come to his mind would be vanilla. But that would be impossible. It must be your perfume mingling with your scent.

"Glad you came!" He heard his sister singsong, and he grabbed onto the plates, turning around to finally see you walk in with a smile on your face. You were pretty on the eyes, someone he would definitely go after if it weren't for the fact that you stole his entire spotlight.

"I'm happy to have dinner with you all." You said, and Reed gave you a hug with a smile, patting your back gently.

"Once we finish, I would like to run some more tests on you, if that's alright." He heard Reed say, and that made his ear itch with curiosity. You nodded, pulling away before moving to look at Ben. He laughed and hugged you tightly, twirling you around in the air. Johnny wanted to growl at the display of affection, as if you were part of them, as if you were in this family.

Fuck, you weren't.

He slammed the plates on the table, causing a loud clattering sound. Everyone turned their heads towards him, startled. Your face fell, and Ben sighed, putting you down slowly. Johnny's eyes were two balls of fire, staring right into your soul, challenging you completely.

And you didn't want any of that. You didn't want that. You knew Johnny didn't like you, and it caused you some pain to know that fact. Your heart felt like it clenched tightly every time he looked at you if like would murder you in any second. Kick you out without a second thought. If only he knew that you weren't there to meddle, or to replace him.

You just needed a safe place.

"Hello, again, ice princess." He greeted you with spite, and you gulped, feeling your fingertips sweat slightly as you regained your footing.

"Hello to you too, talking torch." You always followed his banter, always made sure that you were defying him, playing your part. Sue sighed, giving you a reassuring smile as she put a hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the table.

"Dinner is still being prepared, so we can just sit down and have a chat meanwhile." She said, and you smiled nervously at her as your eyes drifted to Johnny every now and then. He noticed, of course, and his nose flared as he caught something else in the air, and he wondered if it was a fabric softener of some sort. It smelled too sweet, a little intoxicating and addictive.

"That's okay, I'm not that hungry yet." You replied, and Ben nodded once, walking towards the counter again, grabbing a sweet potato to start washing it. Reed went to the fridge, something Johnny scrunched his nose at because you gifted it to them when you got the deal with that stupid refrigerator manufacturer. He grabbed the jar of water and walked back to the table, putting it right in the middle.

"Let me grab some ice." He was about to turn, and you lifted your hand, a couple of ice cubes suddenly forming inside the water. Reed smiled warmly, shrugging a bit. "Or not."

Johnny wanted to throw that jar to the wall, break it into pieces, completely shatter it all. His eyes kept scanning you all over, every inch of your body. He hates you, and he knows that, yet he doesn't know why the need to protect you was there. It was hard to admit it, but he wanted you to be okay, and he felt that if anything were to happen to you, he—

The four watches started beeping, and you looked up alarmingly, your eyes clashing with his. You all frowned as the watches were looked at. The alarm signal that help was needed.

"Over Broadway avenue." Sue said, and Ben spoke out loud to fill you in.

"It's just those guys driving like maniacs again. The ones that are, for some reason, dressed as aliens?" Johnny rolled his eyes, an idea popping in his head.

"Well, if it's just that, Ice princess and I can handle it." Your eyes widened at that, looking at the blonde man who was challenging you with his blue eyes. "Right?"

"Um…" You stuttered, and he squinted slightly, wondering why you were backing down now. You never did. Reed interfered, clearing his throat. Johnny moved his gaze to his brother-in-law.

"No, that's fine, I can go with you Johnny—"

"Oh, no, no. Just help Ben here to prepare dinner. We'll be back in a second." He looked back your way, shrugging a bit. "Can't handle some stupid guys in a car?"

Your eyes turned into a glare as you stared at him. He smirked as he realized he was getting on your nerves. You turned and started walking towards the balcony, and Reed was right behind you, catching Johnny's attention.

"It's not a good idea—"

"We'll be back in a second. It will be fine." Johnny wanted to ask, but you were already creating ice with your left hand, moving your way up and into the sky, as your right hand was behind you, erasing the path you were creating. Johnny gave Reed one look before igniting in flames and flying right after you.

You looked to your side to see Johnny flying with his hands behind his neck, belly up. He was smirking at you and you snarled at him, going downwards towards the avenue. He followed right after, and his eyes could see the crashed cars already.

"Ice princess, if I get them first, you hand the Coca Cola sponsorship to me!" He yelled and you scoffed, shaking your head, sliding around in the air as you visualized the monster truck all the way at front.

"No way in fucking hell, alien fucker!" Johnny growled at that, not liking the way you were taunting him. He flew towards the big truck, and he could see the four man cheering, laughing like maniacs. He rolled his eyes, as the truck swerved in the street, the cars moving away from it as best as they could.

"Somewhere you need to be?" Johnny talked and the man in a red alien suit, pointed at the back of the truck.

"You try anything with your fire, and it all blows up!" Johnny winced as he saw five tanks filled with gasoline. You were sliding closer, and you pointed towards the ground with your left hand, creating an ice path to let you slide on it. The right hand lifted up, pointing towards the back of the truck, freezing the tanks over.

A man in a green alien suit yelled and pointed a gun your way. Johnny bared his teeth and immediately flew across the man, taking the gun from his hand. He broke the man's hand by doing so, but he deserved it. How dare him try to kill you?

"Johnny, they're gonna fly over! I'll freeze its wheels!" Johnny nodded at your words and you pointed your hand towards the wheels. Your eyes widened when the ice stuttered a bit, not coming out from your hand. You wobbled on the ice as you lost control of yourself a bit, but you took a sharp breath in and concentrated the best you could.

Johnny's eyes were on you, having noticed the change. But you were now freezing the wheels and he flew sharply to the front. Suddenly, the truck came to a forced stop and the four giant wheels got stuck to the ground thanks to your ice. The four man flew from the uncovered top of the truck. Johnny got one by one effortlessly, holding four man over one of his shoulders, uncovering that area from his flames.

He flew down onto the ground, dropping the men on the floor as police men rushed to him. The men groaned, dizzy from flying out of a moving vehicle. His eyes turned to look for you, and he saw you sliding away from the scene, making him frown.

"Johnny, thank you—!" Before the police chief could finish, Johnny was already flying in the air to follow you. Your ice was coming in quick spurts out of your hands, and you were breathing heavily, hoping to get to your building before it was too late.

This was a bad idea. You had let your ego and facade take over you. You saw Johnny flying next to you out of the corner of your eye, and you tried to pay him no mind, but his fucking scent—

"You ditching dinner, Princess? Good, because—" His eyes widened when ice stopped coming from your hands and you wobbled on your ice, drifting on it until you reached the pavement, making you topple over and roll on the ground.

He immediately flew down next to you, kneeling as people started to slowly come over with worry. He pulled you in his arms and— You were burning up. How— No, it couldn't be. You shouldn't. It was not possible.

But you were, and he needed to keep you safe. Away from everyone.

So he flew into the sky with you in his arms.

Johnny knew where you lived.

He didn't mean to memorize it, but he did. He saw it stuck in the refrigerator, as well as your phone number. At first, he just glanced at it. Then two times, then three, then it was a game for him to see if he remembered it all correctly, and then he took a peek at it to make sure he did. Glad that it now came in handy.

"Johnny— Johnny, you— You can leave me at the bottom of the building and I can go up—"

"Oh, shut up, I'm going to your balcony, it's faster!" You tried not to make any sounds, but you were in pain. You looked in pain. Was it your rut? A fever? You were scorching hot under his arms, and he didn't like that. He didn't like it because this meant something was terribly wrong with you. He should have taken you to Sue so she could examine you, but there was something inside of him that told him he had to take care of you. He had to be the one to bring you to safety.

He was flying around the building, counting the floors until he finally reached the fifth one. You wanted to throw yourself off his arms, but as your breath turned jagged, your body started to slowly give in. You felt limp, like Jell-O. And you knew he was not going to let it go. He wasn't going to let you down at the bottom.

"The— Balcony with the hanging wind chimes…" You said breathlessly, choking on your saliva as you felt sweat dripping off your forehead. Johnny gulped, getting another rush of a sweet peachy scent that almost made him wobble in the air. He caught the wind chimes on the second balcony on the corner. Blue seashells with baby blue glasses, moving as the wind blew. He quickly flew towards it, landing on the floor.

He slowly put you down, his hands around you as you wobbled on your own two feet. Your hands were gripping his biceps, not wanting to let go. His fingertips were digging onto your waist, his eyes trying to find yours, and he felt himself become conflicted. He shouldn't care so much, but this felt like something was chewing a part of him off.

"Okay, let's go in—"

"No! No… You— You can't come in, I'm alright—" You took one step back, only for your left knee to give in, falling into his arms. He huffed as he held tightly onto you, shaking his head.

"Yeah, no, that's not happening. Come on. Also, why the fuck are you burning up? You are literal ice!" His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of a whine. Did he imagine it? Maybe he did. He freed one hand to slide your door open and—

What the actual fuck?

Sweet. Strong. Peachy. Vanilla. Caramel. All of those scents were mixed together, and it made him lightheaded, as if he were drunk. He felt his abdomen cramp, and he was feeling his teeth ache as the fangs threatened to come out. There was an Omega here. An unmated one. You had an Omega?

That was making him angry. That was making him growl. No, you couldn't have an Omega. You cannot have one. He didn't have one, so you shouldn't either. You shouldn't. You should be a lonesome Alpha, just like he was.

Your eyes widened at the reaction, gulping heavily as you tried to rip yourself away from him, but his hand held you tighter around your waist. You winced, looking up at him with clouded eyes. His irises were on fire, staring down at you, almost with hatred, with disapproval, with disappointment, and also a hint of sadness.

"You have an Omega?" He asked through gritted teeth. You sighed heavily, shaking your head slowly.

"Take me to my room, Johnny…" He wanted answers. He needed them. His mind and his Alpha were yelling at him to rip those answers out of your tongue, but he knew you were in pain. You were going through something he didn't know about. A sickness that Reed was probably treating you. Or maybe your rut.

If it was your rut… Johnny had never been with an Alpha, but he would make an exception.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he snapped out. What the hell was he thinking? Sleeping with another Alpha? You of all people? No. No, that isn't happening. He helped you walk inside, and the scent was only growing stronger at each step you two took. He couldn't help the small little sparks that were igniting at his fingertips, making you wince. He was trying to calm down, but he didn't want to go into your room and encounter someone else.

He gulped, his free hand opening your bedroom door, and he stood frozen at the frame, holding you close. The only sound in the room was your jagged breath, your small winces, and also the hint of some pained whines at the back of your throat. Johnny's eyes were wide in shock, staring at your bed.

A perfectly done nest was on the mattress. He would think it was from another person, another Omega, if it weren't for the fact that he could smell his family. He smelled his sister, Reed, Ben… even himself. This wasn't some random Omega's nest. This… was yours.

He slowly faced you, your eyes connecting to his. He finally saw the blown out pupils, the trembling bottom lip, and the scent around the room enveloped you perfectly. The beast inside him rumbled with triumph, but his mind was still hazed with confusion, with questions.

"You're an Omega." He finally said, and you huffed, gaining some strength to move away from him so you could limp to your bed and into your nest. You felt your body burning up, your power doing nothing to put it out. You thought you wouldn't feel the heat as strongly because of your new powers, but you were mistaken. You crawled to the middle of the bed, taking your shoes off and feeling your belly cramp slowly.

"Yeah… I am." You breathed out, and Johnny just stood there, his head tilting as he inspected you all over. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath of your scent in. He frowned, catching the whiff of the Alpha scent he always smelled on you.

"But… you smelled… like an Alpha, it makes no sense at all." This was not the time to give answers to him, but he was not going to leave if you didn't give them to him. But you didn't want him to leave. You didn't want Johnny to leave your side, not now.

"I wanted to be a scientific researcher… As you know— Shit…" You huffed a breath in, lurching forward as your belly hit you with one strong cramp, your lungs being filled by Johnny's scent. He moved towards you, his hands in the air, but he stopped himself before crossing your nest. He can't do that unless invited in. He growled lowly at that.

"Omegas cannot be researchers…" He continued, and you nodded, wiping the sweat off your forehead, and you started unbuttoning your cardigan, needing to take your clothes off. Johnny gulped heavily, his throat going dry as he stared at you.

"So, I invented a scent replacer. I never told anyone except Reed. I mixed the chemicals for scent blockers with Alpha DNA. I used it to get my job." You coughed, your cunt clenching around nothing, trying not to let the slick come out of you, trying not to embarrass yourself more than you've already had. "And then, I kept hiding it— If enemies knew my designation, they would use that against me."

Johnny stood there, completely stunned at your explanation. It made sense. It really did. In this decade, Omegas were greatly discriminated against, deeming them as useless or hormonal. It was just excuses to make Alphas a superior designation. It was bullshit, and you were proof of that.

"You managed to trick so many Alphas… even me." You managed to let a chuckle out, your throat closing up more and more as you nodded. Your eyes found his, and his chest was heaving up and down as you lay there, right in front of him. Shit, if he didn't leave, you would do something you would regret, or more likely, he will.

"Please… I can— I can take care of myself—" It was a lie. You knew it was. You have an Alpha in your room, an Alpha you admire, an Alpha you found delectable in every way possible. An Alpha that caught your attention in more than one way. And he knew it, he knew you wanted him here, because your slick was coming out of you, and he could fucking smell it.

"I am not leaving." His eyes were strong, determined, staring your way. Your heart picked up a pace, and he knew he should fly away, but— His eyes caught something else. Something that was near your pillow. Your eyes widened as he walked around your bed, heading towards the top of your nest, leaning over to make sure he was seeing right.

"P-Please— Don't judge me—"

"You stole my clothes? My underwear?" Your eyes filled with shameful tears, mixing with the proud part of your Omega that wanted to say that it did. That you had his underwear on your nest, want to show him your devotion, and that you were available for an Alpha like him. But he hated you, and you had to remind yourself of that. He would reject you without a second glance your way.

"I— I needed it because— I have no family, so, I need items from my pack—"

"My dirty underwear, ice princess?"

Silence filled the room as you two stared at one another. You didn't know what else to say. You didn't know what else you could tell him to not sound creepy or disgusting. You were a horrible Omega. You should be ashamed of yourself. He didn't want you like that. This Alpha didn't see you as anything else but an enemy, someone he had to defeat.

He didn't see underwear from any of his other friends, just his. His chest puffed up with pride, with the knowledge that you wanted him. That an Omega like yourself wanted an Alpha like him. He felt himself start to strain in his pants as his eyes roamed over your exposed shoulders. His pupils dilated completely, the blue in his irises slowly disappearing, and you could feel the shift in the room.

Your hivemind started to slowly take control, enjoying how his musk started to fill the room. How his scent started to spike with arousal. You wanted to seduce him, you wanted to show off to him, you wanted him to spend the heat with you. Johnny took off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor as he rounded the bed again, his fingers tracing along the edge of the nest.

"And Reed knew. My sister too." You nodded slowly, gulping the little bit of saliva you had as you stared at his biceps, his exposed skin.

"Y-Yes… He helped with keeping my status hidden…" Johnny nodded a bit, the puzzle slowly coming together in his mind. He always wanted to protect you. He never wanted to see you hurt. He always looked around the room for you. He always sought you out. He always wanted to be in your line of sight. He always wished you weren't an Alpha, and not because you were a threat to him.

But because he wanted you.

He wants you.

He is getting you.

He is having you.

And he is going to brand you as his.

"Invite me in, Omega." Your body shivered at the request. You looked down at your nest, knowing that once Johnny crosses, everything would change. Everything would be different. But you couldn't think of any consequences right now. All you could do was bend your knees up and slowly spread your legs for him. Your scratches and your bruises are a thing of the past now as you looked up at him with hope in your teary eyes.

"Come in, Alpha…" Your voice was so sweet. It was so soft on his ears, and it was as if you had just said the most beautiful thing in the world. He took off his sneakers, kicking them away, as his body began to burn in temperatures that he didn't know if he was controlling or not. His eyes zeroed in on your covered cunt, and he could now distinctly smell your slick, just gushing out of you, desperately searching for him.

His brain was clouding; the only thing he now knows is that you are an Omega in need. An Omega that needs him, that wants him, that wants to be knotted by him. And he will comply. He will give you what your body craves.

He made sure to kneel over your nest, not wanting to break the beautiful, safe place you made for yourself. He was so proud of you. He was so amazed by how you took clothes under everyone's noses. Or maybe just his. If Reed and Sue knew, you were probably given the clothes willingly. He crawled your way, towering over you as you lay back on the bed. Your cheeks heated up, unable to use your powers willingly to cool yourself down.

"When did you take my stuff?" He asked, his hand moving to the crook of your neck, where a patch of scent blocker was. He gripped the edge of it and ripped it off, making you moan at the sudden pain.

"When— When you were training…" He hummed, dipping his head into your neck to inhale your natural scent, finally. You smelled so good, and you hid it from him. You hid this beautiful and perfect aroma from his lungs. He growled at you, making a whine get caught in your throat. "Are you mad?"

"A little… But because you hid from me… If only I knew you were an Omega… Fuck—" His hips immediately crashed against yours, and you could feel how hot he felt. How strained he was. You purred underneath him, and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the sound. "You sound so good…"

He could hardly contain himself, the need to claim you increasing by the second. He wanted to rip your clothes away, burn them to ashes. You trembled underneath him as your hands slowly moved to grip his sides, trying to make him move against you. You needed more friction; you needed to feel him more.

"I want you, Johnny… Please…" And he was already in your nest. He was already here, but something inside of him was telling him to stop. Something inside of him, probably the rational part, was telling him that this should be done differently.

"Wait— Wait…" He took a deep breath in, trying to calm the fire inside of him. You whined in need, but he growled back, telling you that you had to listen to him. You pouted, biting your bottom lip as you stared up at him, your puppy dog eyes making his body shiver. "You have no idea how much you have irked me these past months…"

You pondered a bit, fighting against your instincts as best you could. You had to answer him, make him understand, and believe in your words. You moved up, brushing your lips against his, and then pecking them softly. A shock of electricity ran down both your bodies, only to be broken by you lying back down again.

"Didn't mean to…" And he groaned loudly, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to keep his composure when your hips brushed against his. His eyes went to the top of your head, where his underwear sat nicely, his musk right next to where you always sleep.

"But it seems you have always been my biggest fan, haven't you, princess?" You gasped when his lips brushed against your ear, feeling the hot breath right on your skin. You nodded desperately as your slick started coming out of you in gushes.

"Mhm— I didn't— I didn't mean to like your scent that much, I'm sorry—" You apologized, even if you didn't regret your actions. He shook his head, his teeth coming to nip your earlobe as he ran his hands over your sides, his heat transferring to your body.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm not mad…" You whined when a cramp hit you in your belly. Having an Alpha on top of you, the one you have been craving the most, was making you go a little feral than usual. The one Alpha you had been closest to for the past months. He pulled away to look down at you, seeing how worked up you were, and fuck, he loved seeing you like this. Finally, in his arms, like he always pretended he didn't want.

"Johnny, I need— You don't have to—" You could barely talk, you could barely think, but you knew there was a line. You knew that whatever happened after this would change your life entirely, as well as his. The problem was, Johnny didn't commit. You knew about his reputation. You knew about his night rounds.

"But I want to." He confessed, and you whined, wanting to believe it, wanting to have him, but you didn't know how you would be after he helped you with your heat. He could move on to the next Omega without sparing a second glance your way.

"I won't— I won't be able to forget… I— I will be ruined…"

Those words made something inside him twist. He had been with Omegas before, but they were always flirty, salacious, trying to get his knot with sweet and enchanting words. He had knotted a few, but he never felt a connection whatsoever. He never found someone interesting, but then, you came.

You caught his attention, even if in a bad way, you still had his eyes on you. He never looked twice at the same person, but you were different. You were so different. You never tried to seduce him. You never tried to be sexy for him. You always played the part with your bantering, talking back to him, shoving the magazines you were in in his face.

And he secretly loved it. He had all your magazines in his drawer, and he had dedicated many nights with his own hand to you. He wanted to ruin you, like he ruined the pages of those magazines you were in. He wanted to ruin you for everyone else. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his and only his. He always did.

"Then let me ruin you." Flames extended on his back as he leaned down to take your lips with his. He kissed you desperately, wantonly, as if you were the oxygen that would keep him alive. You moaned into the kiss, holding onto his sides, making sure not to touch his back and burn yourself.

He concentrated on putting the flames out, succeeding with just luck, his hips rutting against yours, feeling the dampness coating the hard bulge in his pants. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss intensified, purring into his mouth with delight. He tasted like everything you thought he would. Like roasted marshmallows.

You didn't want Johnny to be an Alpha you craved. It was unexpected, and you were taken aback by that. You thought that maybe playing his game, you would grow to despise him, too. You would learn not to look. You would learn not to smell the room he was in, trying to etch his scent in your system. Futile. You knew it was when you found the basket of dirty clothes while Herbie was loading the washer. The moment you saw the robot look away, your hand stretched out and gripped those boxers without a thought.

You smuggled those while Reed got you clothes from the group without them noticing. They thought they got lost in the washer, or Herbie did, but they were in fact in the comfort of your home. At the top of your bed. Whenever you came home, you shamefully rubbed your nose onto it, the comfort washing over you instantly.

You couldn't bother to feel disgusting, not when his scent gave you the calmness you needed to survive your days. And now, he was on top of you, kissing you fervently, burning intensely all over. You could feel his hands warming the sides of your body as they roamed freely, and you couldn't help the purrs vibrating in your throat.

He moaned into your mouth, his cock starting to strain in his pants, aching to come out. It was weird to feel you so hot under his fingertips. Even when he stood close to you, you felt cool; the air around you was cold. Now, you were burning up in a good way. In a way, he could fix.

His hips rutted against yours as he licked your bottom lip, and you let his tongue slip in to dance against yours. Your arms pulled him closer as you hugged him around his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him harder against you. You could feel your belly turning, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your clit was rubbed perfectly, thanks to the friction.

You tasted so good. Perfect. Just like your natural scent. That hidden scent he could always smell in the background, mistaking it for a perfume. His hands came up to cradle your face, his hips starting to move harder, faster, dry humping in a way that was making the two of you see stars. It felt right. It felt so good.

Your heat was starting to control your body, your impulses. You wanted more. Your nails gripped the back of his shirt, pulling on it desperately. He pulled away, breathlessly, kneeling up between your legs, and he threw a hand back to grab onto the shirt, taking it off with one movement.

He was sculpted, and he looked gorgeous as you saw his eyes shining for a second as he took a look at your body. You looked disheveled, and the only thing he had done was kiss you stupid and dry hump you. His hand gripped your tank top, bunching it up in his fist. He smirked at your surprised face, and then the smell of fabric burning. He burnt it just enough to be able to rip it apart from your body, even the straps.

Your body jerked at the sensation, moaning at the dominance of the Alpha before you. Your eyes sparkled with need, tears of pleasure and desperation starting to form in your waterline. His eyes scanned your exposed chest, braless, and he felt the tip of his cock ache, so he grabbed his belt, undoing it quickly with a groan and throwing it to the side. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, a sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips.

"I can barely contain myself…" He moaned out as he leaned back down, his lips coming to kiss your collarbone, tasting your sweat on his tongue. He quickly pecked down, kissing the top of your left breast, before taking your nipple into his mouth. You gasped, jerking your body up into him, your back arching as you felt his tongue around you. It was hot, as if melted wax was being poured on your sensitive bud.

"Don't— God, please don't—" You begged. You didn't want him to hold back at all. He tutted against your nipple, his teeth coming to nibble against it, giving it a pull, making you gasp.

"Hold on, Omega."

"No, no, please— It hurts, I need it—" You tried again, your mouth now mumbling things you didn't mean to say. Things you didn't think through. He growled at you, and suddenly you felt your legs burning, making you cry out, spreading them away from him.

"You want me to be rough?" You nodded desperately, and he tilted his head to the side, kneeling up again, separating himself from you. You whined at the loss of touch, but then your eyes widened as your entire room lit up, and he ignited in flames from the waist up. Your mind just kept going and going:

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.

A perfect one. To keep you safe. To give you a nest. To give you everything you wanted.

His hands stopped their flames, gripping your leggings as well as your underwear, and he suddenly pulled harshly, making you hold onto your sheets below you so you wouldn't be pulled as well. Your clothes were taken off roughly, and finally, you could feel a bit of cold air hit your skin. Cold air was replaced by the extreme heat that Johnny was producing in the room.

You felt suffocated, but it felt good. So good. Your legs spread for him again, trying to present yourself to the Alpha before you. His eyes fell to your can, which was dripping from your slick and going down onto the mattress. His mouth watered, his panting increased as his teeth hurt once again with the need for his fangs to come out.

He carefully moved down, his flames slowly starting to go out the lower he got to the mattress. His arms were now back to normal, wrapped around your thighs as his face got closer to your center. You could feel the extreme heat coming on your cunt, his head still engulfed in flames, looking up at you with burning irises and pupils. You were breathing heavily, looking down, begging at him with your eyes as you clenched around nothing.

His flames finally got put out completely, and his face dipped down to lick a long stripe along your folds. Your back arched as your hands gripped the sheets below you. A loud relieved moan escaped you, his tongue burning you in the most delicious of ways. He growled at the taste of your slick, and when he sucked on your clit he knew he was the one who got ruined.

What a turn of events. He now knew there wouldn't be anyone else like you. No one could look like you. No one could taste like you. No one could compare to you at all. Fuck, your slick was cold. He thought he felt it burning his crotch before, but now it was cold. It felt so fucking good. The contrast of his heat with your coolness was making his tip leak with precum.

His fingers dug into your thighs, making sure to leave his digits marked on you. You were probably getting third-degree burns with them, but they felt too good to say something about it. He ate you out like a man starved. You could hear him slurping on you, kissing your clit, and his moans vibrating into your cunt. Your belly turned as it complained for more. You were so greedy, but you couldn't help yourself.

"M—More… Please, more, Johnny…" You quietly begged, and he sneered a bit, pulling out of your cunt, getting a hand between your legs, teasingly pressing his fingers through your hold, but not pushing in.

"Not what I want to hear." You whined, moving your hips against him, and he growled, his teeth coming to bite on your left inner thigh. You cried out, your hand coming to grip his head to push him away. His eyes were sharp, challenging. You gulped, nodding with understanding.

"More, Alpha… Please…"

"Atta girl." He pressed his middle and ring fingers in, slowly. You threw your head back into the pillow as your pussy fluttered around him. He moaned as he saw the slick just coming out of you in gushes as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing the squelch of your juices against him. "So wet… So ready for your Alpha, aren't you?"

His mind was clouded now. He was forgetting who he was, and if there was anyone else in this world besides you and him. He just wanted to pleasure you. He wanted to hear you call for him, need him, and he wanted to make you his. Just his. You nodded, soft 'uh-huhs' leaving your mouth as you couldn't even think, because his tongue was back on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

He flicked it in rapid movements with his hand, and he frowned a bit as he felt you flutter around his fingers, but also felt as if a shock of cold was sent through his hand. He paid it no mind a second later when you gripped his hair, pushing him further into you. He complied, of course. His fingers sped up, making you moan louder as your body showed him how thankful it was for what he was doing to you.

"Oh, fuck—" Tears ran down the sides of your face, drool started pooling on the side of your mouth, and you felt your body shaking slightly at each thrust, at each flick. His fingers curled inside of you, and your back arched as your spongy part was hit suddenly. He chuckled triumphantly into your cunt as he felt your reaction.

His mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flicking it as he looked up at your reactions, his hips rutting into the mattress looking for friction. He needed to get you ready for him. He needed you to take him properly and not hurt in the process. He didn't want his Omega to be in pain.

His Omega?

"Alpha!" Your pussy fluttered around him the moment he got his index finger in, now three fingers deep inside of you. He moaned as he kept your right thigh separated from his face, keeping you spread. You panted, jagged breaths coming out of you as your body jerked a few times, feeling your belly cramp every three seconds.

"Cum." He mumbled into your pussy, desperate to taste your climax. You gasped on a choked-up moan, your mouth opening in a silent 'O' as you furrowed your eyebrows at the feeling, staring at the ceiling. You were seeing white as you clenched tightly around his fingers, his tongue flicking your clit as he relentlessly thrusted in and out of you, abusing your g-spot.

Your slick covered his entire hand, then his wrist, because it was coming out like a waterfall on him. It was exquisite. You were amazing. Your hand was gripping his hair forcefully, and for the first time ever, he didn't care if he went bald. Not if it was you the one who ripped his hair out. He would be proud to know it was because he gave you this pleasure no one else could.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you as he felt you unclench, your body relaxing back into the mattress. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit, making you jerk your hips at him. He dipped down, licking your juices and drinking them up with delight. Fuck. He straightened up, licking his fingers clean, and you watched through teary eyes, half lidded, your chest moving up and down as you came down from your high.

His pupils dilated as his cock twitched. The fire inside him ignited, worse than before. His eyes fell on you, splayed out like that in front of him. He never felt like this. Never this feral. This animalistic. He now knew the reason, as your arms reached up for him, begging him to go back to you.

Yeah, you are his Omega.

He stood up from the bed, making sure again not to disrupt your nest, and he took his pants off as quickly as he could. Then, his boxers followed. At that, you sat up, your nose flaring as you saw the precum stain that was perfectly shown on the blue fabric. You gulped, licking your lips as your Omega purred with need. He tilted his head, lifting his boxers up to your face.

"Want them?" You nodded up at him, kneeling up in front of him. Your hand moved to grab onto the boxers, and he continued before letting go, "Show your Alpha what you did with the ones you stole."

You licked your lips, looking down at the hard, aching cock that was in front of you. Your eyes became heart-shaped as drool pooled in your mouth. Without noticing, you had started to lean forward, your tongue lolling out to have a lick at it. You were stopped by a hand coming to grip your chin, your eyes jerking open as heat invaded the room again, the temperature rising alarmingly.

His upper body was engulfed in flames again, except for the hand holding your chin. He leaned close to your face, and even if you knew you were going to burn, you felt the need to lick him. To feel those burning lips against yours.

"Show me." You hummed as he let go of your cheeks, and you immediately put his boxers into your nose, inhaling the damp patch with a moan. He smelled good, making you purr into the fabric. You felt his hand grab onto your head, and you looked up at him with needy eyes that made his body tremble.

You took your tongue out and you licked the wet spot on it. You tasted the precum on your tongue, even if it was just a bit. It made your pussy clench around nothing, your belly sending a shock through your body as goosebumps rose from your skin.

"Alpha…" His chest was on fire, and he could hardly control it. He guided your head towards his cock, and your eyes widened, gripping it with your free hand, feeling the girth of it around your fingers. You whimpered at the feeling of it, tongue licking the tip of it, taking that little bead of precum into your mouth.

You tasted it, delighted yourself in it, closing your eyes in ecstasy. Johnny was losing his mind. He had to try to calm down before he sets your house on fire, and the entire building with it. If only he had known that this was going to happen, he would have done this in his fireproof room.

But when you took his cock into your mouth, he felt himself go crazy. He never had this problem before. He never had to worry about his flames, because he could control them. But not here. Not with you. His cock felt like it was burning, and he tried to pull your head back, afraid he was going to cause pain to you.

And then, he felt it.

Cold.

Your mouth was cold. He jerked his hips involuntarily against you, and he looked down to see your eyes being engulfed in that light blue sparkle whenever you used your power. How? Shit, he couldn't think of the reason for it, because you started bobbing your head back and forth, slurping on his dick as if it were the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

"Fuck—" He moaned as his flames started to dim, his body steaming up as he came back to normal. He rolled his head around his shoulders as he felt your tongue licking all over his dick. He was twitching and he could feel his abdomen contracting with need. He won't be able to enjoy this much longer. He couldn't. There was no time.

He grabbed your head, pulling it back, his cock coming out of your mouth with a 'Pop!'. Drool dripped down your chin as you looked up at him. Your eyes turned back to normal, and you probably didn't even realize what you did to him. He leaned down to take your lips with his, tasting himself, and normally, he wouldn't do it, but fuck, he couldn't control his body at all with you.

You moaned into his mouth, but your own need was clawing at you. You pulled away, moving to put his pair of boxers at the top of your nest, right next to the old ones. You tucked them nicely, and Johnny's chest rumbled with pride at seeing you take care of your nest. You were such a good Omega. So perfect. A perfect match for him.

"Johnny, please— Lay down…" Your request surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain. He wanted to ravish you, and he could do that on top, but it seemed that you needed something else.

He followed the instructions, and you moved so he could lie down on the bed. You straddled him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He never thought he would be in this position, at least not with you, and much less sexually. Even if he had imagined it many times, the thought of sleeping with another Alpha wasn't much to his liking. But you weren't one.

So he could enjoy this.

Your cunt rubbed against his cock, lubing it up with your own slick. Your head rolled over your shoulders as you sighed, loving the warm feeling that was coming out of him. He gulped heavily, trying to contain himself from lifting you up and slamming his cock inside of you with one thrust. He saw your hands coming to scratch at his chest, and he winced, seeing your eyes turn into a bright light blue for a second, and his body jerked a bit as a cold shock ran through his entire spine.

Your body got in between your bodies, gripping his cock and guiding his cock to your dripping pussy. You bit your bottom lip and threw your head back as you slowly sank down on him. You choked on your moans as he filled you up, and Johnny's veins were about to pop from how much blood was flowing throughout his body. His neck was bright red, his fingertips dug into your hips, probably scratching some of your skin off, but you didn't care.

"Oh fuck…" He cursed out loud, and you couldn't control your body as it slammed itself down onto him, hips crushing into his. Your eyes widened as you cried out, feeling him in the deepest part of you. You could almost feel him in your throat. He yelled your name for the first time in the night, and a shiver ran down your spine, making you flutter around his entire length.

You rolled your hips to adjust to him, sighing with delight as you made a perfect O against his pelvis. He felt so good. He felt so perfect. You hoped he felt the same way about you. You wanted to be unforgettable to him. You wanted him to choose you. To want you.

He cursed under his breath, trying to keep his eyes open to look at the way you moved on top of him. He felt his fingertips burning, and he moved them away from you for a second, feeling like he was gonna burst into flames at any second and hurt you. But fuck, he could barely hold on to a thread of rationality. It's been a while since he had been intimate, much more knotted someone. So forgive him for becoming a little feral at this turn of events.

Your hands slammed on his chest, and you finally started moving up, to then thrust back down on him. Your wetness fell all over the shaft and down to the base, and the squelching sound was loud, ringing into his ears. His hands came back to grip your hips once he felt his fingertips cooling a bit, guiding you up and down as groans escaped his lips.

You started picking up a pace, your instincts taking over, your eyes glazing over as you looked up at the ceiling. You began to mumble between your moans as the tip of his cock hit you just right, over and over. Johnny was choking on his spit as he let you use him the way you wanted, the way you needed.

"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—" You kept saying it, you kept crying it out, and his fingers started to brand into your skin. Literally. You were barely feeling it, he knew it, your mind too gone to realize what was happening to him.

"You feel so good, shit—" He moaned your name again, and your hips circled against him once more as you slammed down on his hips. Your eyes found his, and you smiled with drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, a hint of blue shining in your eyes.

"Johnny, baby…" Oh, you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have used a pet name on him. He planted his feet on the bed, raising his hips up, and his eyes turned bright orange, flames filling them as he started thrusting in a rough and hard manner, making you bounce on him as your mouth fell open. Your eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure took over you, your pussy fluttering around him.

There was the smell of something else, something mingling between both of your scents. Something was burning, and it wasn't his musk. It was actual fabric burning. But he didn't stop. He didn't stop his thrusts, and you were holding yourself against his chest as you looked down at him. He felt scorching hot under your fingertips, his teeth bared at you as he growled in pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, Omega?" You nodded pathetically as he relentlessly railed into you, taking whatever he wanted from you as your belly turned in pleasure and your skin started to grow goosebumps. He gave a particular harsh thrust, making you snap out for a second. "Answer."

"Yes! Yes!" He was being selfish; he knew this, but he couldn't help himself.

"And just me, right? You just wanted me." It wasn't a question. And you couldn't deny it, not now. So you nodded again, mumbling out as best as you could.

"Yes, just you, Alpha. Just you, Johnny." He stopped his movements and quickly sat up, his arms engulfing you completely. His nose flared, and he looked over his shoulder as you tried rolling your hips against him. He growled, but his eyes widened, seeing the shape of his back and head imprinted onto the pillow and mattress. He burned so much that he branded himself into your nest.

Fucking great.

He flipped the two of you over, slamming you against the mattress, and you could feel how warm it was underneath you. You were too cock drunk to care. Feeling way too good to even think of how dangerous all of this was.

Either way, he didn't even give you a second, that he was holding onto the back of your knees, spreading you wide open so he could continue ravishing you. You could barely hold on to your own thoughts, becoming animalistic as you cried for him. You could feel a lot of emotions rushing over you, and something you couldn't pinpoint.

And Johnny wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He could feel himself getting close, the threat of his knot expanding rather close. This was a mistake. He was going to hurt you. Fuck, he was going to burn you alive. But he couldn't stop himself. This never happened to him, but he could feel it. He will burst into flames, his entire body.

He kept moving, hearing your sweet moans, only driving him even more insane. His eyes never turned back to normal, and that was a bad sign. He trembled all over as he tried to gain control of himself again, but he couldn't. He had to stop, but he didn't want to. He growled at himself as he started going harder, snapping his hips against yours, making you jerk into the bed.

"I— Princess, I'm going to hurt you— I have to stop!" He didn't want to, not even when you whined loudly, your eyes widening as your arms wrapped around his body. You shook your head, tears forming as he kept moving.

"N-No! Please, Alpha, I need it!" You begged, and he closed his eyes tightly, and your pussy started clenching around him, not letting him move that much. He felt his stomach turning, his climax close, and his heart was slowly gaining more and more temperature.

"I will hurt you! I will burn you alive!" And you shook your head desperately, your legs wrapping around his waist so he wouldn't leave. Fuck. You were too cock drunk. You were insane. He was insane. And he was close. He was so fucking close.

His knot started to enlarge at the base, starting to slip in and out of you, and you were moaning desperately, purrs escaping you, and he was breathing heavily as his heart was coming out of his mouth. You gasped, clenching your eyes tightly for a second, and your orgasm hit you.

"Alpha!" And your pussy clenched tightly, and he couldn't hold back. His knot hit inside, enlarging and locking himself into you as he started cumming. He was burning up, and this was it. He looked down at you with a worried frown, and flames started to slowly engulf his body, your arms and legs covering them. He was going to burn you alive, and he couldn't stop it. Panic rose inside of him—

And then you opened your eyes.

Light blue bright spheres looking back at him, and then he felt the cold. You froze over as you came, intense bursts of steam filling the entirety of the room, your body turning into a bright blue, the same color as ice. He moaned your name as he felt relief, and then he felt you milking him, making him cum one more time inside of you. You were his counterpart. You were the perfect match for him, despite being completely opposites.

There was a smell of burnt fabric, of humidity thanks to the steam, and obviously the scent of pure and obscene sex. He finally calmed down, his flames slowly disappearing from his body, and his eyes returned to their normal blue hue as he looked down at you, his breath hitting your face. You matched his breaths, your eyes returning to their natural color as well, and your body turned back to normal.

There was silence, water all over your bodies thanks to the steam, and probably some sweat. You didn't think you would gain your power back while in heat, but it seems as if your Omega knew it had to match Johnny's Alpha. You looked at one another, nervously, unsure.

And then the fire alarm started going crazy.

You groaned loudly as you shot an icicle its way, breaking it completely. Johnny turned to look over his shoulder, and then back at you. He didn't know what to say for a second, licking his lips and gulping.

"So, uh… That— Yeah, that happened." He cringed at what he just said. He had his knot deep inside of you, and that was the best he could come up with? Johnny was rarely ever speechless, but you made him nervous. Another first.

"I— Yeah…" He could see your embarrassment, looking around the room and wincing as you saw some burnt walls, but then sighing with relief as all the clothes in the nest were safe, without suffering any harm from both of you.

His eyes inspected you, and he knew that there was never going to be an Omega that could match him. You were the perfect one. You could handle him in every single way possible. No other Omega would have survived him if he had gone feral with them, but you… He wasn't going to let you go. No. And he would court you.

"You know that I loved every second of it, right?" You didn't know how much you needed to hear that, your eyes turning to look at him. Blue irises that were honest, filled with emotion. Long gone was the dislike he had for you. "I only disliked you… because I wanted you."

Your eyes widened when you heard that. You were confused because it wouldn't make sense. You were not acting like an Omega, so—

"But I had the Alpha scent blocker…"

"I know, I know, that's the problem. I wanted an Alpha. I wanted to protect an Alpha, and that— That was bullshit, because princess, you have been taking every single sponsorship out of my hands, and that made me mad too." You stared at the man before you, and you couldn't help the laughter that escaped you, actual cackles as he looked at you, completely offended. "I'm being serious here!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry— I shouldn't laugh—" He growled at you, but a smile displayed on his lips, coming to place a kiss on your cheek. That made you calm down, a smile staying on your face.

"Maybe now you can move to the headquarters… With me." His lips trailed down to your neck, and you could feel yourself purring at the affection. His hands ran all over your body as you held onto him around his shoulders. "My bedroom is fireproof… Furniture included."

"How convenient…" You sighed out, and he pulled away to look down at you. He stared around the nest, smiling.

"Of course, moving your nest too." You smiled, nodding at him. His lips pecked yours in a sweet kiss, and electric shocks ran down both of your bodies. He pulled away, and his nose kept touching yours, not really separating from you. "Deal?"

"Deal." You were happy. You had a good feeling about this. You had visions of what it would be like to live your days with an Alpha like Johnny. Challenging, but happy nonetheless. He stared at you for a moment, and then he straightened up slightly, becoming a little more serious.

"Okay, but hear me out— How about you include me in that refrigerator commercial?" You frowned, mouth opening.

"Johnny, you are literally fire! What does that have to do with refrigerators? Also, that's my sponsor!" He groaned loudly and shook his head.

"Don't remind me, BUT THINK ABOUT IT! You could be presenting the newest model, you open the fridge door, and BAM, I'm there, steaming up, and I go, 'It could even cool me down!'" He smiled down at you, eyes sparkling with emotion, goofiness. This was the Alpha you were choosing.

"… That's actually not a bad idea."

"Told you."

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